One False Move Page #2

Me and my depufies

can set up a surveillance now.

Chief Dixon, why don't we hold off

on that until we get a game plan.

If you say so.

That would be best.

It's my job. We'll get these

sons of b*tches. I'll be waitin' on ya.

What are you doing here?

When did you get back?

- Wednesday night.

- Wednesday?

That's no honeymoon.

You should have stayed longer.

Earl had to get back to work,

and I'm starting a new job.

What are you doing?

Bookkeeping at the Rice Mill.

Muriel retired...

so I talked to Old Man Hosey,

and he hired me.

Take it easy.

Dale?

Well, that's good. Congratulations.

- Thank you, Dale.

- We better be going.

You want some of this?

Why don't you put some clothes on?

I told you to put some clothes on.

Ray, those people are dead.

Those people are dead.

No sh*t.

And you were there.

Don't forget that.

Didn't I tell you

to put on some goddamn clothes?

We got enough of this sh*t

to last us until 1995.

We got enough to last

until we get to Houston.

We're not selling this sh*t.

We're selling it to Billy in Houston.

I'm going to Chicago.

I don't give a f*** what you do.

Riding up and down the road

don't make sense.

What do you think will happen?

We'll get in trouble?

I was planning to sell some to them

country sons of b*tches in Arkansas.

Man, I don't like

this Arkansas sh*t.

We'll be in and out.

Don't worry.

We're not building a house.

It's not a problem.

What are you worried about?

What the f*** do you think?

I don't get you.

Why don't you loosen up

and have some fun?

Why don't you get high

with Ray and me?

Don't you want to feel good?

This is the biggest thing

to ever happened to us.

And you just sit there

like a little brown turd.

Goddamn it!

Watch yourself, Ray.

Listen up, motherf***er.

Listen up!

This is what will happen. We will

go to Houston and sell the sh*t...

because this little $15,000

won't last.

Until then,

I will hold onto the blow.

And, Ray, I don't want to hear

any more bullshit out of you...

or her.

You son of a b*tch!

F***ing son of a b*tch!

Why don't you

just go to sleep, f***er?

You forgot just one f***ing thing.

You forgot about the money.

I have all the goddamn money.

You keep that little $15,000, Ray.

He's right, baby.

We'll sell it in Houston.

Think of all the money.

We'll be okay.

Pluto knows people in Chicago.

We can live off that money

a long time.

Come on, baby,

it's going to be okay.

We can buy all the blow we want

when we get there.

And we'll be safe.

Pluto will take care of us.

We'll be safe, baby.

This is really beautiful.

It's as green as hell.

You know I'm a country boy.

What crap. You were born in L.A.

Malibu.

What the f***?

Howdy. Dale Dixon.

Welcome to Star City.

We got a lot to do,

so follow me to the motel...

you can unpack,

and we'll get something to eat.

When I saw you drive by, I knew

you were the boys from California.

Cops looks the same everywhere, I guess.

Follow me.

Oh, sh*t.

You boys are in for a treat.

Fern, can we get some more biscuits?

- Sure, Hurricane.

- And more coffee.

Hurricane?

Some folks call me that.

I never figured out why.

We can wait in the woods.

When the bad folks show up...

we'll put the stopper

in the bottle.

They'll be sorry they came to Star City.

This is good.

My mother used to make food like this.

Thanks. How's Walter?

He had gallbladder surgery...

Good for him. You know,

you boys have my full cooperation.

Me and my two deputies...

we'll take turns watching the place

around the clock.

So you boys can just relax.

Drink beer, chase chicks, whatever.

We'll help.

- We'll help you.

- Suit yourself.

Another thing. Old Man Malcolm.

I guarantee he don't know jack-sh*t

about what his nephew did.

You talked to him?

Not yet. I just know. There aren't

even any telephone lines up there.

He's a hermit.

Hardly ever leaves his property.

We oughta let him know.

- Yes, but...

- Charlie! Get on in here.

This is my deputy.

Retired police officer.

Charlie, this is Dud Cole.

- How are ya, Dud?

- Pleasure, Charlie.

- And Dan Macintosh.

- Nice to meet you, Dan.

John. John McFeely.

Oh, right.

All them Mac names sound alike to me.

- You eaten, Charlie?

- Yeah, Jocelyn fixed me...

Charlie's a Yankee from Detroit.

Dale, if we talk to this guy

and he's involved...

- I told you he's not.

- Hurricane... I mean, Dale.

These are dangerous people.

I understand that.

You boys about ready?

Just a second.

Here, Fern.

Keep the change.

There ain't no change, Hurricane.

It's a $12-check,

and you gave me a ten!

Catch you later.

Is he gone?

I haven't had a full meal

since I met the son of a b*tch.

Go ahead, Jimmy.

It's Harlan Childress. Lureen called.

He's raising hell.

Unless he's trying to kill her,

I don't have time.

She said he's trying to kill her.

I'm just lefting you know.

Okay, 10-4.

I have to make a stop

before we go to the Malcolm place.

Open this door!

Goddamn it! Lureen!

Harlan! Goddamn it.

Settle down, Harlan!

- Let go!

- Settle down!

Harlan, goddamn it!

You calm down now.

Calm down.

Do you want to take a ride with me?

- Calm down.

- He was out all night drinking.

Who are those men?!

It's okay.

She locked me out of the kitchen.

I understand.

You were out all night drinking.

You knew she was going to do this,

didn't you?

If you apologize, she may let you in.

I will.

We'll go to church, he'll feel better.

All right, Lureen.

What about them?

They're with me. They're from L.A.

Pull yourself together.

Okay. Come on.

Come on. Get up.

Now come here.

Do me a favor.

Put this ax back in the shed.

All right?

I don't want to have to come

back out here. Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Put that ax in the shed.

And fix this window.

Tell Cheryl Ann and the baby howdy.

Tell them hi.

- Sorry about the window.

- That's all right.

It's okay, boys.

I'm out here twice a week.

Motherf***er!

Goddamn it! They know me now.

Do you realize that?

They know my face, my name,

probably how long my dick is!

That goddamn kid! Why didn't you

tell me about that f***ing kid?

I swear to God,

I didn't see any kid!

He must have been hiding.

Quit lying!

Don't hit me no more.

Pluto, don't let him hit me no more.

Get rid of her, Ray.

- We'll be okay.

- Shut up.

We'll dump the car.

They won't find us.

They won't find you, maybe!

They won't find us!

- It'll be okay...

- Get your hand off me.

We'll be okay.

Isn't there another way, Dale?

Watch your step.

The timbers are rotten.

Yeah, rotten.

I crashed my motorcycle

on this bridge when I was 14.

The volunteer fire department

had to get me out.

You can still see some

of the burn marks there.

Perfect hideout.

- Is the old man there?

- Yeah.

- I wonder who else is.

- He's alone.

Dale, wait a minute.

It's okay, boys. Come on.

How you doin'?

You doin' all right?

You doin' all right?

- I'm doing all right.

- That's good.

I'm Chief Dixon.

I'm fixing to do what?

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