Runaway Train Page #2

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Yeah.

Yeah.

Jackson, check 'em out, man.

- Thanks, Buck. | - You betcha.

And I'll tell you what.

Since you have always been | so goddamn good to me...

you get these suckers for $80.

They go for 200, | but you got 'em for $80, boss.

- I don't have $80, Buck. | - No problem. I tell you what we'll do.

We'll put you on layaway plan. | That is, you get me when you get me.

- All right, my man. | - No problem. This could work out.

- This is all right. | - Yeah.

- Yeah. Nice, huh? | - This is all right.

Ooh, mama!

January, 1985!

This b*tch is a creme de la creme | of white p*ssy.

- Ain't she, Jackson? | - All right.

Yeah, man. Hugh Hefner sure knows | what the f*** he's doing, don't he?

- Yeah. | - You got that right.

- What? | - She might be white, but she's right.

Right on, Buck. | Hey, let me give you a hand.

Uh, all right.

- You tell your boy I said good luck. | - Thanks.

- Thanks for everything, man. | - You betcha.

Just walking | with the laundry, boss.

Say, man. White p*ssy gets that | son of a b*tch every goddamn time.

Shut up.

All right, man. | Come on.

Go for it.

- Thanks, youngster. I owe you one. | - Hey, Manny. Take me with you.

Sh*t, man. I'm going.

I'm going, man. | I'm f***ing going.

Yeah. Darn. I'm going.

I'm getting out of here.

Shut up, fool. | What are you doing here?

- Hey, you need me, man. | - What good are you?

Hey, sh*t, I got two hands to your one, | I can more than carry my own weight...

and, look-- | I got us sweat clothes.

Son of a b*tch. | Okay, fool.

Get your clothes off | and grease down.

All right.

Ooh, mama.

This sh*t is nasty.

Goddamn.

Okay, Manny. | What do we do now?

Keep your mouth shut. | You talk too much.

- Coming down. | - We got to go in there?

I am.

Duffle bag.

Pull the cover over.

Oh, man. | I don't like this sh*t.

Let's go. Come on!

I'm coming, man.

Keep up.

- It stinks in here, man. Goddamn! | - You've never been in a sewer before?

Manny, wait up a minute. | Wait up.

Manny, I put my hands | in a pile of sh*t.

Don't worry. | It'll rinse off.

Here. Give me that.

If you're gonna get sick, | this is the place to do it.

Oh, man. This is nasty!

Goddamn.

Wait! Man!

Oh, man. | This is so gross!

- Okay. What do we do now? | - Here. Hold it.

Hold it ! | Like a baby, hold it!

It stinks in here, man.

You don't like that smell? | That's the smell of freedom, brother.

- I'm going. | - Wait. Okay, wait.

- Here, man. | - Give me the light.

- Yeah, the light. | - Duffle bag.

Okay. Wait, man.

You know, Ranken's gonna | f***ing sh*t his pants, man!

Ranken's gonna f***ing die.

- Where's the light? | - Fell.

- Where did it fall? | - About 300 feet in the American River.

Man, nobody told me about 300 feet. | I'm scared of heights.

Nobody told you | because nobody invited you.

- You wanna go back, go ahead. | - No, man.

- Me, I'm going. | - No, man.

I'm dying!

Manny, I can't breathe!

Manny! Manny!

They came this way, | all right.

- No doubt about it. | - He did it.

Son of a b*tch, he did it.

Okay.

Stop searching the prison.

Notify the police and get | their pictures out. You know what to do.

God, don't kill them.

Let me do it.

Manny, hold up a goddamn minute!

Get your tail out | from between your legs.

Manny, I don't wanna die!

- I'm hurting too. | - At least you got shoes!

How much farther | we got to go, man?

Half a mile. Who knows?

Maybe I can make | a half a mile.

Oh, man.

Shoes! I need shoes!

Oh, man.

Put that bench | next to the door there.

I need some f***ing shoes. | You know...

it's unbelievable, man.

Only two other guys | even got out once...

and you beat that sucker | three times.

Yeah.

Manny. Hey, don't you know...

Ranken is pissed off, man.

Sh*t.

And the dudes, man. | Oh, Manny. The dudes.

They love it.

- Freeze, sucker! | - Hey, man. Nobody's gonna hear us.

Just don't do it.

You don't treat me | like a punk, okay?

- Well, you don't like it? | - No.

Well, you're a prizefighter.

Kick my ass.

Make your move.

I'm not gonna give you | no reason to kill me.

- Please don't. | - Okay.

I need some shoes, Manny.

What we got?

Shoes. | Let there be shoes, man.

I want that, Manny.

Sh*t.

I need some shoes, man.

Check it out, man.

Take one for your stomach. | Give it here.

Ooh, mama!

That sh*t is fine!

Okay, come on.

- Let's go. | - Wait, man.

I need shoes.

I got shoes.

I need socks. | I got f***ing socks.

Give me a minute, man.

Just a minute.

- Let's get this sucker. | - You know where it's going?

- Anywhere's fine by me. | - Not all of them are going anywhere.

I don't wanna go | to a parking lot.

Hey, look. | Look here.

What?

There's my limousine | to Broadway right there.

Why?

Why that one?

Because I want it.

We're moving, man.

Thank you, Jesus. | Sh*t.

Sh*t, we make | a hell of a team, don't we, man?

Don't we?

Hey, that looks like Al's train!

What in hell | is he doing out there?

He looks sick! Damn!

Damn! AI!

Better call the paramedics.

Something's wrong.

Take it easy, Manny.

They know | what they're doing.

Pulasky! | Hello, Pulasky!

- Pulasky. | - This is Cassidy.

Al fell off the engine. | He's dead.

You've got a runaway | coming your way on track two!

- What did you say? | - Four units.

Stop them, for God's sakes!

Switch it to track 11.

I can't! | It's too late!

Central. | Damn you, Central!

Emergency!

Pick up the goddamn phone!

Ooh, boy, would I like to have | some of this here for dessert!

To go. Hey, Ruby. | Why don't you answer the phone?

Hey, come on, Ruby! | You pretty enough.

Oh, sh*t. Your ass is so lazy, I don't | know why the f*** you got a job here.

Uh, yeah. Central, | Dave Prince speaking.

- This is Pulasky. Give me Barstow. | - Yeah. Hold it, Pulasky.

Hold it, my ass! | Where the hell is Barstow?

We got an emergency! | A big emergency!

- We got four unmanned units! | - What?

I said we got runaway units! | Four of them! They're headed this way!

Ruby, go get Frank now. Run! | Come on! Goddamn it, get moving now!

We got an emergency here!

Hold it, Pulasky, okay? | He's coming.

It's the phone, Franky.

Frank, get your ass out here, man. | We've got a runaway on 11!

Central, where are you? | Goddamn it!

I'm here, Pulasky. | What seems to be the trouble?

We got a runaway on track 11. | Goddamn engineer fell off the train!

- You sure nobody else is on board? | - How the hell do I know?

It's already gone about nine miles, | and it's increasing speed!

- Nine miles already! | - That's right!

- What the hell are we gonna do? | - Hey, look! Be quiet!

- Will you calm down? | - Okay.

Look, I want you to line her | on the main line on track one.

- Okay. | - You got it?

- Right. | - I'll take things over from there.

Right, Frank.

Sh*t!

This sucker is flying, Manny.

We should have hooked | into those freight cars by now.

Smile, man. | We're free. Yeah!

You think so, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Manny. I want you to know I'm proud | to be hooked up with you, partner.

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