Greased Lightning Page #3

Hoppin' down the bunny trail

Hippity hoppity,

happy Easter day

Happy Easter, Wendell.

Come on out of there!

Come on!

Yes, sir, I caught him.

Yes, sir.

Well, thank you.

Hey, Cotton!

Oh, I appreciate it,

sir. Thank you.

Much obliged, sir. Thank you.

I hear you caught

that n*gger, Wendell Scott.

Yeah. Finally got him.

Almost got himself killed

Out there today.

Too bad he didn't.

Cotton, can he drive?

Can he drive?

Can he drive?

Sh*t! He drove me crazy.

Sheriff, I have got a little

proposition for you.

I want to put

that boy on my track.

What?

Wait just a minute. Hear me out.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about

filling up my stands.

I'm talking about making money.

I'm talking about

putting that boy out,

So the white folks will

come to see him get killed,

And the n*ggers...

Well, hell, they'll just come out.

Do you know how long it's taken me

To catch that boy?

What good is he doing you in jail?

I'm talking about money.

Let's get that boy out of jail

And make some money

off of his black ass.

Uh... I don't know.

Huh?

Wendell Scott?

Yeah. Who are you?

Billy Joe Byrnes.

I own the local race track.

I just made a deal for you.

What kind of deal?

You race for me on my track,

And I'll get 12 of the 15 counts

Dropped against you.

You'll get probation

and a small fine.

Course, you know,

You've got to cross

the finish line.

Otherwise, you could pull

Between 10 and 12 years

of hard time.

Why are you doing this for me?

Well, it ain't 'cause I like you.

You're going to put

money in my pocket.

We'll get people out to the track.

Let me tell you something,

That crowd loves

the smell of blood.

I don't know nothing

about no racing.

Ah, hell, you don't have

to know anything.

Just get a car.

I'll give you gasoline money

And a set of tires.

I don't know.

Look, you can be out of

this jail in 30 minutes.

Now you fish or cut bait, boy.

I ain't got much a choice, huh?

That's right.

Then I guess it's a deal.

I went looking for slack,

But they put him on

the bus to Richmond.

I don't care about that.

Slack's in trouble.

He couldn't do nothing

but what he did.

I had a bondsman.

You didn't have to get yourself

Messed up in this crazy deal.

That ain't no crazy deal, Peewee.

I want to race.

You call that racing, Wendell?

You're just black bait.

They're going to try to kill you.

Quiet down. Mary don't know.

It's dangerous out there.

I know it is. Don't...

You got paint all over the floor.

It's all right.

We can clean it up.

You mean I'm going to clean it up.

It doesn't matter, does it?

Here. 34. Hmm...

Well, you know,

Hauling liquor's one thing,

Racing cars is another.

That's right.

I've got to see this.

Look, they got a n*gger racing.

Thank you, Cotton. Look at them.

Just look at them.

Ain't it exciting?

Huh?

Yes, sir.

Money in the bank.

Yes, sir.

Them good ol' boys,

they chew you up

And they spit you like tobacco

Hmm

Them good ol' boys

Boys, look over yonder.

That's supposed to be

The fastest n*gger in Danville.

He'd better be damn fast

If he's going to outrace me.

It ain't going to be no race,

It's going to be a slaughter.

Hang yourself with that, boy.

Hey, get a ticket out of here.

There's a $25 bounty

on who runs this n*gger

Into the ground.

Hutch, I need some money.

I don't have any.

How will I feed these kids?

You had money last night.

Get my toolbox.

I've got five minutes

to get ready.

OK, hutch is here.

Almost missed

the fun, grease-ball.

What the hell does this mean?

It's just a black spot.

Ha ha! - Whoa!

See that n*gger right over yonder?

Run him in the ground.

As far as I'm concerned,

You're all n*ggers.

Hey! - Hey!

I was just wondering, uh...

Is that a picture of you?

Is that your face?

Oh, I'm sorry,

I've got it upside-down.

I just thought it

was a good likeness

Of your face, right in through...

No?

Then you might like it

as a souvenir.

Thank you.

Hey, George, look at that n*gger.

He ain't going

to make it four laps.

They'll put him in the trees.

See Beau Welles down there?

He'll take care of that n*gger.

You'd better get that car ready.

You're holding this race up.

Boy, when they wave

the green flag,

You take off.

It's 25 laps.

One time around is a lap.

One time around, that's a lap.

Anything goes wrong with your car,

You pull it into the pits.

Pull into the pits

if something wrong.

That's the pits, right, captain?

Yellow flag means caution.

You slow down.

Yellow flag, caution. I slow down.

Put on the brakes.

That's it. Black flag means

Get the hell off the track.

Get the hell off the track

on the black flag.

A white flag means

you got one lap left.

One lap left to do

on the white flag.

That's it. You understand?

I believe so, sir.

Tell me about the checkered flag.

I wouldn't worry about

that checkered flag

If I was you, boy.

All right, drivers,

start them engines.

Go!

Just hold up, baby.

Just hold up.

What a fine race

coming up today, folks,

Starting with a 10-lap sprint.

We've got a first here today.

We've got a colored boy

in car number 34

Name of Wendell Scott.

Keep your eye on that boy.

Take it easy for a few laps.

It might be a little slick.

Go! Go! Go! - Go! Go! Go!

Go, Wendell, come on. Come on.

He's still in there.

Norton will find him.

That's number four turn.

Whoa!

Whoo!

He made it out, gents.

34, Wendell Scott.

They're getting in

a-knocking and a-banging.

We got a game, folks,

he might make it.

How about that n*gger?

On the number two turn,

They're coming through

to number three...

Hey, n*gger, don't wreck.

Come on, Wendell.

Hang on, Wendell.

Look out, n*gger!

30, Beau Welles and Willy Hutch,

They're trying to block number 34.

Wa-hoo!

Peewee, go down there

and do something!

That colored boy's

hanging in there,

But he's got five

more laps to go, folks.

Why don't you suckers

just leave him alone?

OK, meat-fink, let's race.

Almost got me a n*gger.

Go! Go! Go! G...

They're blocking number 34 again.

He's trying to get through.

Get the hell out of my way!

Now go with them. Go to the right.

Oh!

Aah!

Bye, n*gger.

I think we need a wrecker.

He's gone over the fence.

How about that?

I told you old Beau

would fix him up.

Look at him over

by that fence over there.

Look at him!

Where? Where?

There he comes, number four turn.

Y'all ought to seen him!

Look at that n*gger.

Come on, baby, come on.

Whoo, Wendell.

He's still smoking

in the fifth turn.

He's trying to make it.

Can he make it?

Go! Go! Go! - Go! Go! Go!

Come on, baby. Don't stop.

Don't!

Go! Go! - Go! Go!

Ya-hoo!

I made it!

I knew it!

Did you see? I finished!

What are you doing?

Fixing breakfast.

Why are you working on this car

Instead of the taxi?

You're not going

to moonshine again,

Are you, Wendell?

No.

I'm racing.

Racing?

That's right, Mary.

It cost us a lot of money

To fix this car up,

damn near 2 jobs.

I figure we ought to get

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