Plunder Road Page #3

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stupid stunt like that?

You know, Eddie...

...maybe we shouldn't head for L.A.

Maybe we should head

straight for the border.

If you want to be scared,

Frankie, go ahead.

But don't be stupid.

An idea couldn't get past

the border right now.

How old is your kid?

- Hmm?

- How old is your kid?

17, huh? Mine should be

about 11 around now.

I thought you said you wasn't married.

Never seen him.

- A weighing station.

- Yeah.

- What's your load?

- Coffee.

He's 4500 pounds overweight.

Better check him.

We now take you to Salt Lake City and

our special correspondent John Oliver.

Astute police work tonight

brought about the capture...

...of two more members of the

gang that held up the gold train.

Less than an hour ago, guards at the

small weighing station at Dalton, CA...

...investigated the overweight

load of a truck heading west...

...and found one third of the stolen

gold hidden in a load of coffee.

Authorities are certain that

the remainder of the gang...

...and the still-missing third are

in another truck, still at large.

Alright, here's the weighing

station. This is where they got...

Commando and Skeets. They'll really

be on their toes, so watch your step.

I'll do the talking.

- Flammables?

- Chemicals.

Let's see your manifest.

One of you, come with me;

I've got to break your seal.

That's against the law, isn't it?

What's the matter, pal?

Look, officer:
I just drive this

thing. I'm not trying to be cute.

But you know better than I do,

I can't let anyone break that seal.

Buddy, we could impound this

whole truck, if we had to.

Alright, you can have the

whole truck, but not...

...until I get somebody's

name, and that paper.

He's okay.

Okay?

Okay.

Your buddy is pretty conscientious.

Yeah, well, it's, uh, it's his

responsibility, you know?

Some authorities believe the bandits

may not be headed for the border, as...

...reported earlier, but might have gone

into hiding somewhere in California.

These officials point out that the

two trucks thus far captured...

...were both taken on roads

which terminate in California.

No news of the phantom truck

carrying $3.5 million in gold...

...continues to be the

big news up to this hour.

One thing that is agreed upon, however:

one truck and $3.5 million in gold...

...seems to have vanished into thin air.

I want to place a call

to Los Angeles, please.

Mr. Benjamin's office.

Okay, honey.

Yes, Fran?

Mr. Benjamin, I'm sorry, but I'm

just not feeling well this morning.

Do you think you can get

along without me today?

Well, it'll be a struggle, but you

go on home. Anything I can do?

No, thank you, don't bother.

I'll be alright in the morning.

I hope so. And don't

fret about the office.

Thank you.

14 miles. Did you see that?

We'll make it.

What are you...?

An ambulance.

A stinking, lousy ambulance.

Eddie?

- Oh, hello, Frankie.

- Hi, Fran.

I've got some coffee inside.

Thanks, honey, but we've got to move.

Fast. Frank, get that hatch open.

Yeah?

We want to talk to you.

- Well, what about?

- Air pollution control.

What?

Smog control. You'd better clean

the oil lances on that furnace.

It's smoking worse than a tar

factory. What's your name?

Randy Holland. Well, I didn't

know a thing about it.

I'll have it fixed first

thing in the morning.

Now, look, uh...

Do you have to do that, officer?

I'll have it fixed, first thing.

I'm sorry, Mr. Holland. Can I

have your signature, please?

You'll be notified when to appear

to show proof of the improvement.

Thank you.

A smog ticket.

Come on, you'd better get some sleep.

- Oh, I'm alright.

- Right now! Come on.

Come on, Frankie.

What's the matter?

Let's forget the whole thing.

Huh?

Let's forget the whole thing.

Let's leave right now.

Are you crazy?

After what we've been through?

Look, you're going to

get everything you want.

But I've got everything I want.

I didn't want you to steal.

Eddie, a man's been killed.

It's 1 o'clock. We've got to be at

the pier by 10. Turn on some news.

Come on, Frankie, wake up.

Come on, wake up. We've

got all that plating to do.

Alright, let's put the

chrome plate on it.

Easy, Frankie. Gold can't

take much strain, you know.

It'll bend like a pretzel.

Everything all set, Frankie?

Yeah. I burned all the clothes and

the furnace is shut off.

Fran?

All the doors and the

back gate are locked...

...and the rent's paid

until the end of the month.

Thanks, honey.

- Uh, Eddie?

- Yeah.

What are we going to do

about these other cars?

We'll just have to leave them here.

Yeah, but if somebody busts in, you

know what they're going to find?

One car registered to Mrs. Cora Riley

and the other to Ann Martin.

Oh yeah, that's right.

- You set to go?

- Yeah.

Alright, start her up.

Better slow down a little. We don't

want to get stopped by a traffic cop.

Relax, Frankie.

We've got it made!

I'm not going to relax until we get

on that freeway and out of L.A.

The boat doesn't

leave until 11:
00...

...but we do have to have the car

on the loading dock by 10:15.

Ah, we'll make it with a half

hour to spare. Right, Frankie?

Yeah, sure.

How's she handling?

Aw, a little sluggish.

We'll make it alright.

Hey...

There's the freeway now.

Well, another 40 minutes and we'll

be in [San] Pedro [an L.A. seaport].

How do you feel now, Frankie?

How much is my half

of this jalopy worth?

Where we're going, roughly...

...a million.

That's how I feel.

Like a million.

Good to hear you laughing again, honey.

I just hope it can last.

You leave that to me.

Sure, Fran. You take a tip from me:

worrying doesn't get you a thing.

Gray hair and wrinkles. Look.

No gray hair.

Like a baby's.

- Passports.

- What?

Oh...I've got them right here.

All 6 of them.

Any trouble?

No, Tony had them ready,

along with the manifests.

There you are.

As soon as we get aboard ship...

...I'll destroy these 3.

Hey, look.

Roadblock.

It's got to be a roadblock. Why else

would it be piled up like this?

The morning rush.

The people who work

for a living, Frankie.

We haven't moved a mile in 5 minutes.

I've never seen so many cars.

I love every one of them.

Well, if they did have a roadblock here,

we would have heard about it by now..

...wouldn't we, Eddie?

The police don't know who we are, or

where we are, or what we're driving.

And the longer they stay confused...

And after we get aboard that ship,

it's only a few weeks to Lisbon.

Here is a traffic bulletin:

Police state that the harbor freeway

outbound is heavily congested from...

...the interchange to the Washington

Blvd. exit, due to a traffic accident.

Now, that's just great.

First they get you piled up like this,

and then they tell you there's a wreck!

Don't you ever stop complaining?

Yeah, but if we knew about it,

we could have taken the off-road!

We haven't moved a...

... a mile in the last 5 minutes.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, look, we must be

getting near the accident.

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