Last Rampage: The Escape of Gary Tison Page #2

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Randy, what the f***

did I tell you, huh?

There any beer in this box?

Authorities tell us the

situation is well in hand.

And the public has nothing

to fear from these men.

However should you spot them,

do not engage them,

but call the police.

And now, something...

- That's good news.

- How's that?

They're telling people

to keep their heads.

Telling them there's

nothing to worry about.

If they say they got

the situation in hand,

it means they could

be close, yeah?

Or it could just be bluster.

All right, listen here's

what we're going to do.

We're going to keep

our heads about us,

just like the radio says,

and uncle Joe's going to get

that plane here,

and we're going to be in Mexico

free and clear.

And if he is a day late,

we got some time,

there's this little bank I am

thinking we might ought to hit.

- There you go.

- Casinos use it.

And the cash piles up like

you couldn't imagine.

Sure that's a good idea?

You being a fugitive,

and us never robbing a bank.

How much money

you got in your pockets?

Not much.

Come on, give me a number.

Open up your pockets.

About eight.

So, you think you're

going to run this thing

on eight bucks and two bits?

You need to sit back and let

the captain steer the ship.

I am so proud of you, boys.

You know the law

can't keep apart

what god meant to be together.

Blood calls to blood.

Blood answer back.

I love you, boys.

Oh, oh, dad.

- What?

- Tell him.

I dreamed you last night,

and it's just what you said.

"Blood calls to blood."

You hear that?

My number three son,

the name you know about,

dreams of things that I am

gonna say the very next day.

He ain't the brightest bulb.

Just got fire in him,

just the same.

Go ahead and cry, kid.

I ain't sad.

I'm happy.

I'm happy to have you back, dad.

I am so glad to be back

with my boys.

He's sticking around

all the way to Mexico?

I thought I told you

to let me handle things.

Said, blood calls to blood.

He ain't my blood.

Yours neither.

- That you know of.

- What is it, then?

Cousin?

Uncle?

What are we supposed

to call him, uncle Randy?

He may not be your blood,

but he is my blood.

And you know what else?

He'd damn sure take

a bullet for me.

And he'd give one, too.

And what I need to know,

is when the mouth of hell

opens wide to swallow us up,

would you?

Yeah.

I would.

You're my oldest boy, Donnie,

I need you to set an example.

I need to know that I can

count on you.

Yes, sir.

Dad.

Hey, dad.

Yeah.

Are the girls pretty in Mexico?

I don't know, but the liquor's

cheap if they ain't.

Don't tell your mother

I said so.

Casa Grande north

to court side, copy.

Now, I'd like you to answer

few questions for me,

help me understand what's

going on here.

Well, I don't know that

I understand it myself.

Well, then we will work through

it together, all right?

Now I believe you know

why you're here.

Well, they said something about

an escape up at the prison.

That's right.

I don't know I can help

you with that, officer.

Yeah, well...

Your sons, Richard, Raymond

and Donald helped

your husband and an other

murderer Randall Greenawalt,

burst out of the annex

this morning.

Now, I need you to tell

me exactly

when was the last time you had

contact with your husband.

A...

Say what now?

You said my husband

and another murderer.

My husband is not a murderer.

You know, two of your boys

are over 18.

That means they will be tried

as adults and sent to prison.

What, you're gonna send a boy out

to prison for loving his daddy?

They love their daddy,

don't they?

Yeah.

Yeah, you all visit him regular?

- Once a week?

- We go every Sunday.

And so the last time you saw him

was last week, or less?

- Yeah.

- And you mean to tell me you know nothing

about this bust?

Well, you say

there's been a bust,

but I don't know that there has.

Man that broke out of prison

with your husband.

Randy Greenwalt, you know him?

- He maybe the one behind it.

- No, you know him?

I couldn't say.

- Ma'am.

- I don't know how I can help you, officer.

Yeah, well, you can start

by telling the truth.

The truth is the easiest

thing to remember.

Well, I'd like to ask

you a question.

I am all ears.

You tell me the truth.

Hand to god.

Should I have a lawyer

with me right now?

What was that for?

Well, I ain't your

f***ing uncle.

Yeah, I know that.

I will beat the Christ

out of you like I was.

Best go back to bed.

I give the orders around here.

Me and Gary.

And I say it's time for you

to get up and keep watch.

So get the f*** up.

I thought you was keeping watch?

Sorry, sir.

I guess I dozed off.

You know, I am gonna ask

you something.

Your mom says something,

this and the other,

that you're having some doubts.

And I told her there

was nothing to worry about

when it comes to Donnie.

Now was I wrong?

No, sir.

I got nothing to worry about?

No. Not from me.

You just don't know

him, that's all.

He's good in the spot.

He's saved me more than twice.

Uncle Joe should be coming

with the plane today

then everything

will be all right.

From your mouth to god's ears.

I didn't think you

believed in god.

Shh. You don't know that.

- Hey, hey.

- -What?

I want you to take

Ricky into town,

get some supplies,

pick up some food.

Pick me up two cartons

of full flavored kings.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Hey, come on.

Dipshit. We're going

into town.

- Hi.

- Hi, yourself.

- Nice store you got.

- It don't belong to me.

- Still nice though.

Tison and Greenawalt

are both serving life sentences

for aggravated assault

and murder.

Let's get our stuff and go.

You got any full flavored kings?

Just reckon I do.

These men are all armed

and dangerous.

- She smiled at me.

- You can have her. Ugly old thing.

You think she was ugly?

Unless you like a girl

with a mustache.

Hey, look at this.

Guess... guess we'll have

to change it.

Between the three of you,

you don't have the sense to

make sure that we got a spare?

We got every law man

in the state looking for us

and you tell me this

is the best you could do?

- Sorry, sir.

- Shut the f*** up.

- It's my fault, sir.

- Shut the f*** up.

All right, listen to me.

We cannot bear the weight

- of any more f*** ups, do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you?

- Yes, sir.

F***!

What are you looking at, Donnie?

Ray, it's gonna be all right.

I know that.

We keep driving till

we find a car with a spare.

- Maybe there's a garage somewhere...

- hey, hey.

We'll do what Gary says.

- Hello.

- Hi, Dorothy Tison?

Yes.

Hello, my name is Marissa

Fuller, I am a reporter. We...

Uh, Mrs. Tison?

Hello?

Damn.

- Can I help you?

- Looking for warden Blackwell.

He's otherwise occupied.

Well, you tell him that John

Cooper's here to see him.

He'll know who it is.

I'll see what I can do.

Do that, son.

Ain't this the sh*t end

of the stick.

What do you know about it?

Well, what is there to know?

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