I Walk the Line Page #5

in Finchberg today.

You're hurtin' me, Henry. You're

hurtin' me. Why didn't you tell me?

How come you didn't tell me? I

don't know what you're talkin' about!

I'm talking about

your husband in Capesville!

How long you married?

I don't know.

About a year, I guess.

How come you didn't

tell me? He's in prison.

Pa says don't tell nobody.

It ain't like I lied to ya.

Henry, please!

You love him?

Answer me!

You love him?

I hardly knowed him.

How'd you find out?

Well, Hunnicutt,

he knows.

About everything?

I don't know how much.

He's just playin' with us now.

That's the way he does.

He mighta known

all along.

What ya gonna do?

We're gonna go.

Gonna be all right.

What? And you don't have to worry none.

Huh. There ain't

nobody gonna hurt you.

Not your pa and not your

husband and not nobody.

I don't know

what you mean.

Well, just what

we was talkin' about.

A whole-

whole nother kind of life.

Oh. But we was

just talkin' then.

But I figured, you got your

people and I got my people.

No, you don't have

to worry about that.

I ain't with her no more.

Oh, now,

wait a minute, hon.

I mean, there's no way

my people gonna let me go.

I mean, they'd never let me go. There

ain't no way that they can stop us.

Oh, God. Henry,

you got me so scared.

Well, listen, now. Don't you wanna

change your mind on me. Now don't-

don't hurt me again,

Henry.

You don't wanna change your mind.

It's gonna be trouble, Henry.

You ain't changin' your mind. I

just didn't know it was gonna be-

Well, it's gonna be. It's gotta be. But-

But maybe it can't be. May

- Nothin' to worry about.

Maybe it can't be. Don't

you worry. Don't you worry.

Come on.

Now you go on home and pack your

things in a bag and meet me back here.

They'll be home by now. They

won't let me go. They won't let me.

They got nothin' to say. You don't have to

be scared. They'd stop us. We'd get caught.

Well, no. When they go to work? Um.

What time they go to work?

Sunup, I guess.

You meet me here

tomorrow mornin',

soon after sunup as you can,

right here on this spot.

And we're gonna drive to Sutton,

and draw money from the bank there.

You'll see.

There won't be no trouble.

All right, now.

You go on.

Everything's gonna be

just fine.

Maybe California!

Go on.

Love you, Alma.

Love you.

Here, Roe!

Sheriff's office.

Hunnicutt.

Roe!

Come here, Roe.

Come here, boy.

Roe!

That dog don't seem

too friendly.

You live here?

Can I ask your name?

Alma McCain.

I just thought

I'd do my job now.

Save me another trip.

Just what is it

you wanna do?

Actually,

it's a federal matter-

Internal Revenue.

I'll put it simple-

Somebody's making whiskey,

illegal.

And we gonna

find out who.

So, I'm just... pokin'

around, place to place.

Tell you this though-

and maybe I'm speakin'

out of turn-

but my cousin's

a big official in Knoxville.

He caters to all the

automobiles in the county there.

And he's from,

uh, year to year,

one of the judges

on the Miss Knoxville contest.

And, uh, if you don't mind

a compliment,

you're a real pretty girl.

Girl winnin' that contest goes

all the way to Atlantic City.

You ever hear

of Atlantic City?

It's in Vermont.

It's a summer place.

No McCain registered to vote.

- No McCain payin' property taxes.

- We come from Loomis Canyon.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's all the same books,

ma'am.

I don't know nothin' about

books. You'd better talk to my pa.

Of course, I'm not

the real sheriff.

Real sheriff's

a man called Tawes.

Fine sheriff.

Fine man.

Righteous man.

Actually, you might say godly.

Well, there ain't

nobody home!

Husband at work?

They're all workin' at Kingman.

They make pot handles.

That so? That's so. And

they'll be home real early.

Pot handles, hmm?

Look, you better

come back later.

I don't know

what you mean.

Come on, girl.

You know damn well

what I mean.

Hello?

Oh, yes.

Yes, Pollard.

Let's see what

we can find.

Well, it he didn't go to

Finchberg, where would he go?

What would keep him this way? I don't know.

Want me to tow it out, Sheriff?

Nah, I wouldn't move it yet.

The way I see it, your

deputy ain't even been here.

Somebody just drove his car down this way.

Figures to throw you off his track. Huh?

Tawes?

Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Might be.

Anybody have it

in for him?

Well, I know half a dozen

who'd like to get in on him.

Yeah. Of course, maybe he caught

on to what we're lookin' for.

Maybe it's a lot closer

than we think.

Parks and Lloyd will be driving

in soon. We can still poke around.

Maybe if we all spread out a little,

and I'll check towards Gatesboro.

The sheriff!

McCain?

The sheriff's here.

By himself?

Didn't see nobody else.

He's comin' at me.

Put that down. Goddamn

it! I said put that down!

Are you gonna let him take

us? He ain't gonna take nobody.

Now, you just keep shut, you

hear? They gonna get us now?

Shut up!

Goddamn fools.

Well, what do you think we was gonna

do? You think we had any choice?

- You didn't have to kill him!

- Yes, we did. We had to kill him.

- You can't bury him here.

- Ain't nobody gonna find him here.

Ain't nobody gonna

find him here?

They're working their way down through

the east hill now with dogs! There's a fed!

He makes his livin'

lookin' for your mistakes.

- Where do you figure to bury him?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

I gotta think.

Where's Alma?

- Don't you go tryin' to stop us.

- I ain't stoppin' nothin'.

- Where is she?

- I figured she was with you.

You was gonna meet her at that house,

weren't you? That's where she must be.

She know about this?

Sure, she knows!

You think he didn't

try to make her?

You think you wouldn't

of shot him any quicker?

We ain't for killin',

but I don't feel sorry for him.

Yeah.

You get your truck

and all your stuff...

and clear out.

Come on. I'll take care of this. Get out!

Leave that.

McCain!

Don't you worry none about her.

I'll take fine care of her.

Hey! Sheriff!

I spotted your car

back up there.

I figured maybe all the sheriffs around

here are mysteriously disappearin',

like in those

science fiction books.

Mushrooms killin' off all

the politicians I read once.

I- I was just

lookin' through in here.

I thought I heard sounds

back off the road.

- No soap?

- There's nobody in there.

Found a still.

Down the river-

not too far.

You're almost

on top of it yourself.

It's gone now.

Not gone long though.

Hey, you know, who, uh

- who lived there at Gatesboro Road?

No. No, I don't.

Your man, Pollard, says,

uh, old Gimple place.

Gimple, well.

That's what he says.

I thought that was empty. They

must've moved in there on their own.

Yeah, that's what

your dep figured.

Hey.

Somethin' wrong?

No, I was just wondering'

how far they got by now.

They move in and out like animals,

don't they? You sure can't figure 'em.

Well, they're just tryin' keep

warm, Vogel, like you and me.

Hey, uh,

one more, huh?

Well, Sheriff, looks like

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