Emperor of the North Page #4

goddamn thing outta here.

[Hoboes Laughing, Hooting]...

...[Laughing, Hooting Continues]

Hey, Shack.

You have as much chance...

...as a one-legged man

at an ass-kicking contest.

[All Laughing]...

...[Smile] A-#1 ain't any old bo, Shack.

- [Laughing Continues]

Hey, Shack.

You got a big surprise comin' to you.

[All Laughing]...

...[Man]

We'll save you a place on

the bread line, Shack.

Cap', we only got four minutes.

Take her out- up-track.

- What if we don't make it?

We got no choice.

Two miles back, one mile up. Move it.

[Steam Hisses]...

Bye. So long See ya.

- [Cracker] Shack.

Shack. Shack. Shack.

Shack.

Right side. Right side.

[Gasping]...

...[Grunting]...

...[Shack] Hey. Hey.

Stop the train.

Stop the train.

Hogger, back it up.

Back her up.

[Train Chugging]

Hey, bo. Hey, bo.

Hey, are you listenin'?

In three damn minutes,

you're gonna hear a whistle...

...which'll mean a fast mail

comin' down through the junction.

And it'll mean a head-on

with 10 people aboard.

Sounds like a ghost story to me.

See you around, Shack.

Come on. Come on.

Get this goddamn train movin'.

All right. Move it.

Come on. Come-...

...[Train Whistle Blowing In Distance]...

She's stalling. She's stalling.

- Sand. Sand. Give her sand.

[Engineer]

Easy on the throttle, Shack.

Easy on the throttle.

Move. Sand. More sand.

Goddamn you.

Move, you son of a b*tch.

Move. Sand. Sand.

Faster.

[Train Chugging]...

...[Chuckling]...

...[Train Whistle Blowing In Distance]

Faster.

[Train Whistle Blowing Louder]...

...[Whistle Blowing]

Shovel, you black son of a b*tch.

Shovel. Shovel.

[Whistle Blowing]...

...[Whistle Blowing]...

...[Whistles Continue Blowing]...

The junction. The junction.

- Pour it on.

Pour it on. I want speed.

More speed.

Get more coal down.

[Whistles Continue Blowing]

Jesus.

[Loud Clattering]...

...[Brakes Screeching]...

...[Screaming, Moaning]...

...[Sighs]...

...[Groans]

All right. Move it out.

I said move it. Now.

Sheesh.

Well?

- I didn't see nothin'.

You didn't see nothin'?

Well, check it again.

Move it. Goddamn.

[Crossing Bells Ringing]

Goddamn, you one dumb son of a b*tch.

You wanna pick one, you got it.

This ain't no game.

Hell, it ain't.

You look like a sore loser to me.

Yeah.

Get grease on that.

Grease from the journal box.

[Crossing Bells Ringing]...

...[Groaning]...

...[Grunting]

Son of a b*tch.

[Mutters]...

...[Crossing Bells Ringing]

Give me that.

[Crossing Bells Ringing]...

...[Chugging Slows]...

...[Chugging Stops]

All right. Bring her back.

[Chugging Slows, Stops]...

...[Shack] What about it?

Nothin' so far.

[Shack] Anything in the empty?

[Cracker] He ain't in here neither.

[Shack] Are ya lookin' careful?

Sure, I am.

I'm lookin careful.

Come on back.

[Gasps]

I don't know why the captain

don't stop messin' around.

He know them boes ain't no account.

Hold it. Hold it.

- Hold it.

[Brakes Squeak]...

...[Grunts]

- [Door Slams, Latches]

Okay, bring her back.

[Creaking]...

...[Grunting]

Well?

Nothin'.

- You're damn right, nothin'.

You never seen nothin'.

I did.

- A hat.

A goddamn hat.

- Comin' off a car goin' fast.

A rag. Some axle packin'.

- No. Sh*t.

Goddamn newspaper.

That's what you saw.

Maybe.

- Maybe?

I don't know.

Somethin' or nothin'?

Which did you see?

Well?

Nothin'.

- Bullshit, nothin'.

You saw a goddamn hat.

[Laughing]

Shithead.

[Cans Clattering]

Ow. Ooh. Ah. Ow.

Oh. Oh, Gero- [Screams]...

...[Crashes, Grunts]

Like I was tellin' you,

there was a day a dump had quality.

But by God, the trash in this country

has gone to hell.

You son of a b*tch.

Well, I thought we was buddies.

Leave me to get messed up.

On your feet.

Regular out-and-out?

- Yeah, you'll remember it.

Well, then, I guess the game is up, hmm?

To the finish.

I'll do my share.

Drive away.

You ever ride the Cannonball

on the Wabash?

Come up on the C&A from K.C.

When there ain't no steps to grab?

Ah, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Listen.

No, wait a minute. Listen.

Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about.

Take the 19 and break Shack's neck.

Hell, who knows this business

better than we do?

Look. Why don't you give it up, kid?

Walk on to the next town

and buy a ticket out.

Hit the French country- Montreal.

Why, you rub your stomach up there...

...and those nuns'll give you

a slice of sow belly and a crust of bread.

Even let you sleep with the mules.

I've bummed this country five year.

I got my moniker written on towers

from Seattle to Miami.

I been where it's mean,

and I want it that way.

You ain't stoppin' at this hotel, kid.

My hotel. The stars at night- I put 'em there.

And I know the presidents- all of 'em-

and I go where I damn well please.

Even the chairman of the New York Central

can't do it better.

My road, kid. And I don't give lessons,

and I don't take partners.

Your ass don't ride this train.

Hey. Ohh. Ow.

Ow.

Bastard.

[Mutters] All right.

Get out of my way, you miserable-...

...[Panting]

Yeah, that's fine.

Not the gunwales.

Try the roof.

Didn't you hear me, kid?

Yeah, I heard ya.

Don't mean a goddamn thing to me.

Not to old Cigaret, it doesn't.

[Crossing Bells Ringing]...

...[Clattering]...

...[Clattering Louder]...

...[Thudding Against Flesh]...

...[Thudding]

- [Cigaret Yelps]

Ah. Ah. Ah.

[Laughing]

- Ow. Ah. Ah.

[Cigaret Screaming]

- [Continues Laughing]

Ah. Ah. Ah.

[Screams]...

...[Yelping Continues]...

...[Screaming]...

...[Groaning]...

...[Muttering]...

...[Grunts]...

...[Train Whistle Blowing]...

Give me your hand.

- No.

Come on. Get your hand on the rod here.

Hold on.

Give me your other hand.

Come on. Swing it across.

Come on. Let's go.

Now swing your ass over the rod.

On the rod. Come on. Now off it. Get up.

- [Whimpering]

Old Hee-haw Mike never taught you

to ride down trains, did he?

Come on.

Get your other arm up.

[Cigaret Whimpering]

All right. Keep on goin', right up to the roof.

Go on, kid.

- [Whimpering Continues]

Don't stand there.

Keep goin'. Go on.

[Gasps, Grunting]...

...[Groans]...

...[Chuckles]...

...[Screams, Whimpering]...

...[Train Whistle Blowing]

- [Groans]...

...[Grunts]

Ow.

[Panting]...

...[Train Whistle Blowing In Distance]

Now, look. If you think I'm-

What the hell are you doin'?

Teachin' you.

Why?

I'm still workin' on that.

[Train Whistle Blowing In Distance]...

...[Whistles]

- Huh?

[Chugging In Distance]...

...[Chugging Approaching]...

...[Engine Sputtering]...

...[Man] What the hell's goin' on here?

[Sputtering Continues]...

...[Woman] What are we stopping for?

[Conductor]

Everything's okay, folks.

Just stay on the train.

We won't be here long.

All right.

Everybody back in your seats.

Mr. Collard, we've got a schedule to keep.

They greased the rails,

the goddamn tramps.

I don't give a damn if they're democrats.

Get this moving.

Give her sand.

[Conductor] Get back to your seats there.

We'll be movin' right along.

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