Lonely Are the Brave Page #4

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I'll get it for you.

Thanks.

Here, I'll take part and you take part.

Oh, no, Jack...

That little mare, if she wants action,

she's sure gonna get it,

next two or three days.

I don't know.

Maybe you'd be better

off if they caught you.

Maybe, but I'd like to put it

off for as long as possible.

Jack. Hmm?

Will I ever see you again?

Sure will. These things blow over.

You'll see me some evening

when things are peaceful again.

Jack.

Jerry.

Jack! Jack!

I always missed you, Jerry.

I always will.

You wanted too much.

I didn't want enough.

I didn't want a house, didn't

want all those pots and pans.

I didn't want anything but you.

And it's God's own

blessing I didn't get you.

Why?

'Cause I'm a loner clear

down deep to my very guts.

You know what a loner

is? He's a born cripple.

He's crippled because the only

person he can live with is himself.

It's his life, the way he wants

to live it. It's all for him.

A guy like that, he'd

kill a woman like you

because he couldn't love you,

not the way you are loved.

You'll change someday, too, Jack.

I could have, maybe.

I can't now. Too late.

Paul did, though.

You know I tried to

get him to break jail?

I knew you'd try.

I was afraid he'd do it, too.

He turned me down cold.

And it's not because he

wants to spend two years

with that wild-eyed little

mountain girl you were jealous of.

You know, Do-What-You-

Want-To-Do-And-The-Hell- With-Everybody-Else?

Forget her. You've got

her backed off the map.

I don't know what you've

done to him, you and Seth,

but he's a good three times

bigger than he ever was before.

That sun's still coming up.

If I had a big kiss, I could probably

beat it to the top of that hill.

Thanks.

God keep.

Roger, CS-2, I got that fine.

This is CS-1, over and out.

Hey, Morey?

I got the report on that cowboy.

Yeah?

John W. Burns, Socorro, New Mexico.

He's born 1919, Joplin, Missouri.

He served seven months in a US

Army disciplinary training center

at lnchon, South Korea, for

striking a superior officer.

February 22nd, 1951.

February 22nd.

He was just celebrating

Washington's birthday, that's all.

Wounded in action, November 4th, 1951.

Election day.

Purple Heart, Distinguished

Service Cross with oak leaves.

Discharged at Fort Dix, New

Jersey, February 14th, 1952.

Valentine's Day.

(ASNAPS FlNGERS)

Broke out of disciplinary

training center, June 14th, 1951.

Flag Day.

Anything on the two Navajos?

A couple of previous plain drunks.

Bill Hassler from the

news wants to see you.

That fathead. What does he want?

I didn't tell him you were in,

but the story on the jailbreak.

Then tell him I'm out.

There goes that dog again.

Atta boy!

Faithful Fido.

Now, cut across and

hit that barber pole.

CS-1, over. Go on.

Roger. I got Floyd.

Switch on the speaker.

Speaker? Right.

GLYNN:
This is CS-4.

When do I get off for

lunch? Where's Johnson? Over.

I'll take that.

Floyd, the boys upstairs tell me that

the cowboy and Bondi were chummy.

Get over to Bondi's house and

see what you can find out. Over.

You want me to check or

have lunch first? Over.

Cut out the horsing around,

get over there now. Out!

I bet you're way above the

foothills already, cowboy.

I'll just bet you are.

Whoa! Whoa!

You little witch, when I

say "whoa", you better whoa.

You gotta have everything

first, don't you? Huh?

No danger of you bloating up.

Get about one good

swallow every five minutes.

Green grass, too.

You never had it so good.

Don't worry, Whisky, I'm

not going anywhere just yet.

Damn.

This is CS-1. Come on in, Floyd. Over.

GLYNN:
I saw boot prints, Morey.

When you see boot prints,

you've got a right to assume

those high heels fit into a stirrup.

And I was right. I found a trail, Morey.

Then farther up, I come on a

place where somebody had cut a hole

in that barbed wire fence

at the edge of the mesa.

It was a new cut, no rust

on the end of the wires.

Trail goes straight east to

the mountains, Morey. Over.

Floyd, that's good work. Come

on in and get something to eat.

Over and out.

MOREY:
Call the forest

ranger at El Sangre

and tell him to check on any campfires.

Get the relay station up on the

rim, tell 'em the same thing.

HARRY:
Right.

Don't blow it all away. Feed's

gonna be scarce for a while.

Gonna have visitors, little gal.

See that rim up there?

It's a good long climb.

Once we get to the other

side of it, we're home, baby.

Judas priest!

Judas, Morey!

Well, don't stand there hollering

Judas! Keep on trying to get Glynn.

Okay.

CS-3 calling

CS-4. Over.

Hello, CS-4, this

is CS-3. Over.

They still don't get us, Morey.

Now, they'll be able to hear

us when they hit the rim.

Call them other fellas and see if...

What? What'd you say, Morey?

I said call them other fellas and

see if they're still on the road.

Tell 'em not to take the car up

the wash. They'll never make it.

Have 'em go south another mile.

And ask the State if we're

ever gonna get that airplane.

Airplane? Right!

Burns!

Come on back!

You can't get away!

Come back!

Whoa.

Stop that, Whisky. Stop that.

Come on.

Hi there, CS-4.

This is CS-3. Over.

Hey, I been trying to get you for

a while. I read you fine now. Over.

Yeah. Hold it. Here comes Morey.

Wait, I'll switch 'em on the speaker.

The general's been

calling you, too, Morey.

That you, Glynn?

GLYNN:
Yeah. We're awful high up.

We're up here on the southeast rim.

I never saw such country, Morey.

I'm staying near the car where

I can see the whole works.

MOREY:
Where's Gutierrez?

He's moving ahead along the rim trail

to see what he can find close up.

Okay, and out.

Now, what's this about a general?

From the air base. General

Desalius. He wants to talk to you.

Well, get him!

CS-3 calling...

Why don't you two do a little

scouting over in Bear Canyon?

Don't get lost.

Sheriff Johnson here to talk

to General Desalius. Over.

Hello. This is General Desalius.

Yes, sir. Just a moment, sir.

It's General Desalius.

This is Johnson. What

can I do for you, General?

We're pretty busy out

here right now. Over.

General Desalius here.

I understand you're

hunting an escaped convict.

We're only 12 minutes away.

Can you use a helicopter

and a brace of Air Police?

I'd like to give my personnel a

little practical experience. Over.

Thank you, General. We

don't need the Air Police,

but we sure could use a helicopter.

We're moving to the

bottom of the west wall

at the mouth of Agua Dulce Canyon.

Whoa there.

Now you stay here and behave.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Sorry, have to keep moving, baby.

There it is! There it is!

Now, this is CS-3 ground to helicopter.

Can you hear me? Over.

What's the matter? Can't you get 'em?

Well, yeah, but he's so close

we can't hardly hear him.

Give me that mike!

Ground to helicopter!

This is Sheriff Johnson!

Can you hear me? Over.

Yeah, he can hear you. See? He's waving.

All right.

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