Decoy Page #4

- Cup of coffee?

- Brave man.

Good coffee. Georgia made it.

What do you want?

Picked up a couple

of knife-happy lads tonight.

They were out playing games,

but they did a sloppy job.

One of the guys they stuck

lived long enough to talk.

Yes?

One of the people he talked about

was your little playmate, Vincent.

You mean you came here

looking for Jimmy?

How disappointing.

I thought you came because you

couldn't stay away from me any longer.

Don't let that face of yours

go to your head.

Or to yours?

Wouldn't matter if it did.

People who use pretty faces

like you use yours

don't live very long, anyway.

How do you think

I should use my face, Jo Jo?

- You're rolling your own dice, kid.

- Maybe.

I'd like to roll them for both of us.

The way you did for Frankie Olins?

He ran his own life and I ran mine.

We had the same ideas. Just add it up.

It's simple arithmetic.

Didn't add up so good for Frankie.

Why not?

He had what he wanted, didn't he?

He spent more money in five years

than you'll make if you live to be 500.

- That's simple arithmetic, too.

- Yeah.

Maybe I'll live.

Maybe you won't,

if Jim Vincent sees you first.

Want some more coffee before you go?

Oh, no thanks. Save it.

You may wake up someday

with an awful headache.

- Hello?

- Vince?

Yeah, this is Vince.

Portugal's got you cold.

We'll have to run for it.

I'll meet you at the corner of 16th

and Cherokee in 15 minutes, right?

How is he?

Oh, he's all right.

No trouble?

No, no trouble.

We'll get it tonight.

Yeah, we'll get the dough right away.

Come on, Dr. Craig, get your hat and coat.

Come on, come on.

We haven't got all night.

Turn right, keep going straight

until you hit the State Highway.

You can ride this road

right into Jordanville.

- How far is it?

- About 150 or 160 miles.

The dough is in a place just off

the highway about 12 miles past the town.

Step on it.

Police road block.

Don't be a fool.

All right, bud. Let's see your license.

- Hey, what's the matter with him?

- He's sick.

I'm the doctor at Watchaprague.

Here's my Prison Bureau card.

Oh, okay. Sorry to hold you up, Doc.

Go right ahead.

Close.

I need a drink after that.

Yeah, me, too.

Let's wait till we get through the town.

Good evening.

Would you care to sit here, madam?

No, there.

Chili, hamburger, creamed chicken?

- The creamed chicken...

- Get me a drink.

Tea, coffee? The coffee's fresh.

- Bourbon.

- Oh.

I'll have some creamed chicken

and some coffee.

And some Scotch first.

The same.

You handled that policeman

beautifully, Lloyd.

Yeah.

I had to learn sometime, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Yeah.

Poor baby.

Dead baby.

You can't, Vince. We need him.

What for? He's too drunk to drive.

He's just dopey enough to start

feeling loud and sorry for himself.

Maybe you need him.

All I need is half of that 400,000.

Half of that and me.

- When do we...

- Oh, someplace between here and there.

Come on.

I've got money singing in my brain.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's check that map first.

Ten feet from the eucalyptus tree,

a quarter of a mile off the highway.

Well, now, this is a cinch.

Let's go.

Try your luck on the punchboard, mister?

Five cents a chance.

Fellow in here yesterday

won pretty near $2.

You know, dear,

we really can't afford it yet.

You better get him.

I'll meet you outside.

You drive.

- Flat, huh?

- Yeah, feels like it.

Yeah, it's flat all right. Got a spare?

Snap out of it, you. We gotta hurry.

We're on a State Highway.

He's in no condition.

You'll have to do it yourself.

Take a look in the trunk.

Yeah, we got one.

All fixed. Got a puff?

Ready to roll in a minute.

Just gotta let her down.

I'd like to kill you.

We're here! We're here!

Don't you understand?

Come on. Bring something to dig with.

Lloyd, hurry!

The eucalyptus trees.

Where's the hatchet mark?

One, two, three,

four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three,

four, five.

Lloyd, where are you, you fool?

Lloyd, here, I found it!

I found it, Lloyd! Come on!

Come and dig it!

Come and dig for it! Dig!

There it is, in the ground.

It's right there beneath you, Lloyd.

In the ground.

All our hopes, all our plans,

they're all right there beneath you!

Quickly, Lloyd, quickly.

Dig for it! Deeper! Faster! Quickly, Lloyd!

They killed for it! They all killed for it!

Frankie, Vincent, I killed for it!

And you, you too, you killed for it!

Get off! Get off it!

It's mine! It's all mine now!

It's mine, I found it!

It's mine!

Mine.

It's all mine now.

Jo Jo, please,

just this once,

come down to my level.

Simple arithmetic.

That's all it was.

"To you who double-crossed me,

"I leave this dollar for your trouble.

"The rest of the dough

I leave to the worms. "

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