Last Rampage: The Escape of Gary Tison Page #3

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Tison and this other a**hole

Greenawalt, they

waltzed on out of here,

like Fred and ginger.

- Made me look a goddamn...

A moment.

Blackwell.

Well, go ahead and get it done.

Get it done right.

And right means quiet.

So maybe you thought it was a

good reason why these boys

were in the playground

and not in the big house

under lock and key?

Hear me, these boys

you're talking about,

they had a record of civility.

And we had us a riot

in here last year.

And these boys,

they abstained from the antics

of their fellow inmates.

Yeah, when they had asked

for a transfer sometime ago,

the transfer was granted,

so we moved them.

So this is standard procedure

for murder one felons, is it?

Never mind.

Did you take a look

at the visitor logs?

"Visitor logs"?

It was his boys.

It was Tison's bastards

that took 'em on out of here.

Anybody else?

What do you mean?

What are you getting at?

I mean you said

he waltzed out of here.

I wanna of there's anybody

else on the dance card.

I don't know if I like

your tone, all right, sir.

I mean, these men were armed,

and my men did not abet,

they did not abide

and I will swear to that

on a stack of bibles

from here to bisbee.

Well, nobody puts

something like this together

without somebody

else knowing about it.

Now did you talk to any

of Tison's cell mates?

You did?

Jesus, you knew about this.

There was this little

fellow named Tuscon.

And he came in here, sputtered

about some tall tale.

You know all fits and starts,

and it just did not make

a lick of sense.

All right, yes. I knew.

I knew they was fixing to be moved

by the end of the next week.

But you know, you start

listening to rumors,

you start listening

to cell talk, block talk,

you're gonna end up chasing

your own butt.

Or preventing a jail break.

Hindsight is 50-50,

isn't it?

Now you wanna go

after these men,

and you wanna find these men,

I suggest you go on out

there and look for them.

Because I do know

one thing for damn certain.

They're not here.

I wanna see the visitor logs.

Mrs. Tison, I want to ask about

your husband Gary. Your son...

What do you want?

I brought you a whole one.

Tennessee lemon.

Turns out they are not

Tennessee lemons,

just regular ones.

All right, come in.

What do you want, miss?

- Just to talk.

- You're one of them.

Marissa Fuller. Yeah.

I cover crime and courts

for the paper.

You honestly think I want

my name in the paper,

or my picture on TV?

I do not.

I'll know with your

side of the story.

And what story would that be?

The truth.

It's the easiest

thing to remember.

You think they want the truth?

I can't answer for them.

Only for myself.

To be stuck in here

like a caged animal.

I should go to a motel.

I could take you.

Well, I wouldn't put you

to that trouble.

No trouble at all, dor.

I always wanted a daughter

and I never had one.

How old are you, like, 20 or 22?

I am 23.

That's older than my Donnie,

but not by much.

He is a good boy.

I'd like to hear about him.

Well?

It's half way

to Jefferson's note.

It's Washington, Rick.

F*** Washington.

What kinda tire is it?

Uh, so whitewall, ain't it?

I see that.

What make is it?

Is it a Goodyear?

Is it a Firestone?

It's a bf goodrich, dad.

What difference does it make?

Makes a world

of difference, son.

Now that's a good tire,

bf goodrich.

- Yeah.

- It's not that Jap piece sh*t.

You wanna give uncle Joe

another day?

Maybe, they already got to him.

- That plane ain't coming.

- Sh*t.

We're moving out tonight.

We drive while it's cool.

Load this sh*t up.

I'll kill that son of a b*tch

when he shows his stupid face.

Come on.

Let's go.

Get all that food

and sh*t, load it up.

Come on, Rick.

There.

So handsome.

Cute.

I can't imagine what it must have been

like to raise these boys without a father.

You calling them bastards?

I am sorry,

that's not what I meant.

I know what you meant.

That he was away from home.

That's a fine way of putting it.

Don't mind me. These boys,

they know their daddy

better than most sons

know their fathers.

That's why they did

what they did.

Out of love for an innocent man.

You love them.

I can see that.

This is going to be an

interview or isn't it?

I don't know where to begin.

F***. F***.

Mother f***er.

- All right. All right.

- Mother f***er.

- God dammit. Yeah.

- I am pulling over.

Come on. Come on.

God dammit.

God dammit.

Son of a b*tch!

Did you know that

Gary was my first and only?

He really courted me

like a real gentleman.

You met him when

he was in prison.

I went with his sister

to visit him.

Never looked at another

man since.

Why do you think

he got in trouble?

It's a misunderstanding,

as every last one.

My Gary is a good man.

And sometimes good men,

they listen to bad ones.

He was dealt his hand

from the bottom of the deck

and it's been stacked

against him ever since.

Now, cut.

Do you think he's capable

of doing the things they say?

Any man is capable.

That's not the question.

The question is did he?

And we know the answer.

No, he did not.

I read in the file that he brought

the gun the first time he...

"the file"? What file?

The criminal court file.

In '69, a prison guard named...

Didn't your mother teach you to

not believe everything you read?

I am sure she did,

but you're young

and you're unwise.

In the ways of things.

What ways are those?

World is full of liars

and scoundrels.

Some of them do their lying

under the guise of the law.

As if that could give them

cover under god's eyes.

Why do you think my boys got him

out of jail without a hitch?

Because god was watching it.

And he knows.

And that ought to tell you

everything you need to know.

You write that down.

- Hey.

- Hey, what's the problem?

Thank you so much, man,

we got a blown tire

back here, we don't

have a spare.

Yeah.

So why you have the hood up?

Whoa, whoa, hey.

Take it easy, nobody is going

to get hurt, all right?

- Look, you guys...

- Don't hit her.

Okay, lady.

Get on out.

Let's go, lady. You go get on

that car and join your man.

Look, mister, I am gonna

do whatever you say.

- Okay.

- You stay there.

So do.

I am not going without my baby.

That's him in the back seat.

His name is Christopher.

Christopher Lyons.

- They got a baby in here.

- All right.

- Come to mama.

- Take him.

Sh*t.

Now, this is an innocent child.

He ain't never done

anything to hurt nobody.

So you think about that.

What do you want to do, Gary?

All right. Get on over there

and get in the backseat

of that Chrysler fifth Avenue.

You too, little sis,

come on out.

Come on, get out, let's go.

F***, we gonna do, Gary?

God damn, why couldn't it be just

some guy driving by himself?

- Hey, look, we don't want any trouble, okay?

- Shut up.

Take the car. Or money.

Or whatever else.

There's a 38 in the glove compartment,

there's a 45 in the truck.

Take them.

Just don't hurt anyone.

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