Last Rampage: The Escape of Gary Tison Page #6

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It can't come soon enough

for me, a**hole.

How is it your dad is so smart,

and you're just

so f***ing stupid?

Dipshit.

You promise me you'll see to my

safety and the safety of my family?

Patrol cars are watching

your house and wife.

Just stay put in that motel.

I mean it. I want to know you're not

gonna screw it up this whole...

Spruce goose chase go south,

he'll kill me dead.

You just hold up your end,

do as I say,

and you can spend all day riding

in the front seat of your car

and not sitting

in the back of mine.

You think I like walking around

with a target on my back?

I want him caught more

than any of you all.

- John Cooper?

- Cooper.

The bodies of three persons,

two adults, one child,

have been found in the desert.

Multiple gun shot wounds.

Blood trail leaving

the scene indicates

possible fourth victim

may still be alive.

County investigators

believe the car

found at the site,

a Chrysler fifth Avenue,

may have been used in escape.

- Is that it?

- Yes, sir.

You know anything

about a Chrysler?

I am talking to you, Joe.

I don't know what he'd done.

You know, Gary, it's only

a few hours to the border.

Why the f*** this airplane?

Let's just make a run for it.

No, no, no.

We're going out in style.

We have the truck.

Yeah, well, f*** the truck.

There's nothing but sand

out there and the sun up there.

We're going to be like bacon on

a griddle, sizzling out there.

There's nothing but thousands

of dead Mexicans out there

thinking the same way you do.

Dad.

Huh?

Give me them field glasses.

My old eyes don't work

like they used to.

- What is it?

- What do you think it is?

My god, it's Joe.

That's Joe!

That's Joe.

I'm not gonna cut him

out of the will just yet.

Dad.

What's that?

No.

Joe.

No, no, no.

No.

Joe.

God dammit.

Joe.

Joe.

You son of a b*tch.

Joe!

I am gonna kill you if it's

the last thing I f***ing do.

F*** you, Joe!

F*** you!

F*** you, too.

You know how

to drive, boy, or what?

I am trying, the gears

are stripped.

You sharp shooting me, boy?

Shut the f*** up.

There's no sign of a pick up truck

anywhere near the air strip.

All right.

- Anything?

- No.

Unconfirmed sighting

of the girl Terry Jo Tyson.

Turned out to be a runaway

from Gila bend.

"Gila bend"?

That Tison robbed guard armory

up there few years back.

False ID though.

No connection to our girl.

You think they took her?

No. No, that's not

Tison's thing.

What about the boys?

Randy?

No, I can't speak for the boys,

but killing a woman isn't

Greenawalt's cup of coffee.

No, couple of long hauled

truck drivers.

File said he used to paint

an excellent driver side door

where he figured their head

would be. Fall asleep.

Right through the door.

What the hell do you

think that means?

Not my department.

Well. Neither of 'em have any

trouble in the killing department.

No.

Tison gunned down one

of ours about ten years ago.

His name was Stiner.

Tison was being transferred

back to prison out of court,

and somehow,

probably that crack wife

of his, he got a gun,

and he hijacked the driver.

He could've let him go,

driven off, but he shot him.

Left him to die in the mud.

Side of the road.

- You knew him?

- Yeah, he...

He is a good man. Wife.

Children.

He is a friend of mine.

How are we gonna get him, Coop?

How are we gonna bring him in?

I swore to it.

Why did you let this happen?

Why did you let this happen?

- Why did you let this happen?

- Dor?

Why did you let this happen?

- How did you let this happen?

- Hey.

Dor.

Why did you let this happen?

Hey, you all right?

Why did you let this happen?

I can't understand you.

You're trying to trick me?

- Trying to make me a fool?

- No, ma'am.

Don't you ma'am me.

- Dor... Mrs. Tison, I...

- I'm your mother.

They killed a baby.

Do you know that they

killed a baby boy?

I don't know why...

Why they would do that.

Let me help you.

No, you get out of here.

You go sell your lies someplace else.

You just get out.

Dor...

Get out!

Well, did you get them

on or what?

Construction zone over yonder.

You find us a truck with a

transmission that wouldn't f***.

Spit it out, boy.

I am with you, sir.

I'm with you all the way.

Yeah, but?

Ricky's just made 17.

And he's got no priors.

And a good lawyer can get him off

pretty much Scot free right now.

And we wouldn't have to fight

over who rides in the truck.

I hear nobody fighting.

Of course not.

Ricky don't complain, dad.

And he'll do anything you say.

You tell him to jump,

he says, "how high, dad?"

Look, you could tell him, tell

the law, we're going one way

and we go another.

All right?

That buys us enough of a window

to get down to new Mexico.

A place where they ain't

even thinking about looking.

It's been on your mind a time.

I just don't want

Ricky getting hurt.

You think I don't

have love for that boy?

All of you?

You're the only ones

that matter to me.

You think you got it bad

with your old man?

Mine used to whip me.

Make me work in the fields

for nothing, day after day.

F*** that.

I am getting what

was taken from me.

Let Ricky go.

Please.

I'd do anything you say,

as long as you let him go.

All right.

I'll sleep on it.

You did good coming to me.

So say nothing to those others.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

What are we gonna do about

that truck?

I got no f***ing idea.

Did you put out the fire?

We shouldn't leave that.

I'll do it.

Ooh!

What do we got going over here?

So, do we wanna take

the scenic route,

or should we go

through the city?

- Get back now.

- F***.

- Shut your face.

- Now.

- Okay.

- Get out of the Van.

Get out of the Van.

- Get in the back.

Take it easy, all right?

Shut up.

Please, sir, just let us go.

I got a couple

of hundred dollars

that we were given

as a wedding gift.

We just got married, okay.

Just take that and the Van

and let us go.

Please, let us go.

Please.

Like the worst f***ing

honeymoon ever, huh?

Come on. Over there.

Go on.

You boys stay here.

We're going to deal

with that couple.

Wait.

Won't be long.

Gary.

Did you just call me

something other than "sir"?

This is our chance, Ricky.

Now we tie them up,

let him take them up north as

far as he can get in the truck.

Let 'em loose up there,

by then we're miles away.

Get back in the truck.

What are you fixing to do

with those people?

You can't keep me

in the dark anymore.

You listen to me.

You remember when you came

to me and told me

you wanted to drop out

of high school

and join the service,

you remember that?

Then you show me

that you can take orders

and get back in that truck.

They're good people.

Sir.

Please.

They ain't no better than me,

or you.

Get back in truck.

Turn it off, Donnie.

Ray, we are getting

out of here right now.

Dad's lost his goddamn mind,

and that Greenawalt is a

piece of sh*t, all right.

You wanna stick around

for the killing?

He'll start with me.

Ray, don't.

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