Breakout Page #4

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I got something else now.

I know the chopper will lift off.

But landing it...

- Tell her, not me.

- Who?

- I see the way you look at her.

- You're crazy.

Never thought you'd stick

your neck out for a girl.

- I'm in this for the money.

- You're doing it for her.

So what? It's my neck!

Remember that when

you fail tomorrow...

...and spend the next five years

in some beaner jail.

You sure know how

to make a guy feel good.

How do you think I feel?

You brought me here. I thought

we were going to have some fun.

Now if we did it, you'd think of her

and I'd think of Spencer.

Spencer and her would make

a lousy couple.

Go on, get out of here.

Save your strength for tomorrow.

Rape. I should be so lucky.

Come on, pile in.

- Have you levelled with him yet?

- I will now.

- Lf he says no?

- How could he say no?

Who could say no to Nick?

- Harvey.

- Hi, Nick.

- What did you do with the beer?

- It's down here.

These things, they either fly

or they don't.

There's been a little

change of plan.

All right.

Instead of lifting ore off a mountain,

we'll lift a guy out of jail.

You son of a b*tch.

Just hear me out.

This guy shouldn't be there.

He was framed.

Look at it as a mission of mercy.

You can do it with your eyes shut.

- What happens if we get caught?

- Lf it was dangerous, would I go?

You're not listening.

I won't do it.

I never figured you'd turn chicken.

Chicken? Chicken doesn't have

anything to do with this.

I'm something you never figured

with all your angles. I'm in love.

You're what?

I'm getting married

in three weeks.

I'll help you. I'll give you a part

of my share, Hawk will give you...

...a part of his.

- What are you saying?

- It's a wedding present.

- No, I said I'm in love.

I'm getting married. Nothing...

...will keep me away

from that ceremony.

Not you. Not some guy in prison.

Or all the goddamn money

in the world. Nothing!

- He means it.

- We'll cancel everything.

- No, I'll do it.

- You can't fly that.

I took lessons.

- You're good, but not in a chopper.

- Goddamn it, Hawk, shut up!

Those pepper-bellies have been

sticking it to us since we started.

It's my turn now. This is my show.

I do it on my own.

So, a miraculous recovery.

I just wanted

to get some fresh air.

Either you stay in bed,

or I'll send you to solitary.

For your health.

Ready.

Hawk and Myrna ought to be

getting there about now.

Take it easy. Don't over-control.

Good luck.

Sh*t!

Are you sure you know nothing?

Nothing.

He talks. I don't understand.

- And when his wife visits him?

- They whisper. I could not hear.

Somebody heard Wagner said,

"Friday afternoon. "

Friday afternoon? Today?

Yes?

How long do I have to sit here?

Until Friday's over.

One thousand and one.

One thousand and two.

One thousand and three.

- One, Mississippi. Two, Mississippi.

- Rape! Hey, you guys! Rape!

Three, Mississippi.

Four, Mississippi.

Five, Mississippi.

Six, Mississippi.

One thousand and six.

One thousand and seven.

Rape!

Help! Help!

- Let's go.

- Help!

Help! Rape! Rape!

One thousand and ten.

Goddamn it, where are you?

Get back! Get back! Get the hell back!

Get away! Get away!

You're going to get hurt! Get back!

Get away!

Now, you get back!

Get back! Get back!

Now, you get back!

Get away! Get away!

Get away!

- Jay Wagner?

- Colton?

Let's go!

Goddamn, man!

Easy. Easy. You got it made.

Easy.

Holy sh*t! Easy!

Easy! You got it made!

Come on, you fool!

Easy, easy!

- I can't believe it. You made it.

- Goddamn right, Harve.

Come on, Wagner. Let's go!

I can't believe it's still

in one piece.

You better take off.

There's a suitcase with clothes.

Here they come.

Move your ass, Hawk. Come on!

Son of a b*tch!

Nick, the jeep!

Just like old times, huh?

- Everybody comfortable?

- Yeah.

How fast can we go?

We're doing it now.

Ninety miles an hour.

Brownsville to Piper 87 Hotel.

Brownsville to Piper 87 hotel.

Over.

Go ahead. This is 87 Hotel.

Land at Brownsville

to clear customs and immigration.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.

Goddamn!

What's that about?

U.S. Customs wants me

to land in Brownsville.

- You won't obey them, will you?

- I am.

They're not looking for you.

They think I got a plane

full of sh*t.

We'll come up clean...

...and we'll be home free.

I'm driving to Brownsville.

Ann, he said to wait here.

You wait.

Something's gone wrong.

- What do you say, Colton?

- Hey, Smitty.

What did you bring this time?

Wetbacks?

My friends look like wetbacks?

Bring your papers. Come with me.

A little off your usual route,

aren't you?

Mexico?

- What's the purpose of the flight?

- Pleasure, Smitty. Pleasure.

Pleasure? In Matamoros?

Take it where you can get it.

Just a minute.

Call from Mexico, Harry.

- Want it?

- You handle it.

Good evening.

- Are you the customs man?

- No. Immigration.

Do you have Mr. Jay Wagner here?

Mister Wagner?

Come with me, sir.

- What do you want with him?

- Just routine.

Easy does it.

There we are.

Maybe you'd better wait.

It's government business, sir.

A plane from Mexico.

- Would you speak a little louder?

- Wait here.

Smitty, one of the passengers is sick.

He's really sick.

- What about a sick man?

- What?

- You mentioned a sick man.

- There's a guy on the plane.

Bring him in. We'll look at him.

I'll keep these.

- I think I know you.

- Really?

I don't think so.

No, I remember.

- Get in the car, please.

- I remember.

Some immigration guy

came for Wagner.

- Where?

- Over there.

Jay Wagner!

- I already got one of those.

- I know. But this is a good one.

Thank you for my husband.

Nice to have met you, Colton.

- Do we celebrate?

- How much we got?

Fifty...

Fifty thousand, thirty-eight dollars,

and fifty-three cents.

I'll buy you a beer.

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