Runaway Train Page #3

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Look, kid.

I appreciate what you done, | but you ain't no kind of partner to me.

Don't be clowning yourself. | I don't like it.

Look at them tattoos. | They'll look really nice...

in a swimming pool | in Acapulco.

What did I do to deserve all this sh*t | you're slinging at me, man?

You don't know nothing from nothing. | Being around me is really stupid.

I'm at war with the world | and everybody in it.

And you're gonna get hurt.

- I don't get you, man. | - Well, rapos usually are pretty dumb.

Rapo! | I ain't no goddamn rapo, man!

Where'd you get that from?

It's on your rap sheet. | Busted for rape two years ago.

Sh*t, man!

That was a statutory rape.

She was 15 | and I was older than her.

That's good.

What's wrong with you? | You dying for company?

What? You expect somebody | to be watching or something?

I expect nothing.

She's gaining speed real fast. | She'll hit your territory in no time.

- The brakes are burning up. | - Are you nuts?

- The brakes on the runaway burnt off. | - How in the f*** did that happen?

Didn't they check it?

The throttle must be jammed | wide open in run eight.

Oh, damn!

- There she goes. | - Oh, God, man. What are we gonna do?

I got a wife and two kids, man. I ain't | got no money like Michael Jackson.

- Calm down. The system is foolproof. | - I need money. Sh*t!

Why? Because you designed it?

That I did, my boy. | And I know how to use it.

Now let me show you.

We'd better fly | over the highway.

Are you serious?

Jesus, those scum | could never make it this far out.

We're up here freezing our asses off | for nothing.

Hey, shut your mouth | and keep your eyes on the glacier.

This guy-- | I'm telling you.

He'd do the same thing | I would do.

Hey, I just thought about that bank | that you ripped off in Reno.

I was in reform school. | Man, that was so f***ing great.

Two million simoleons. | Man, that was hot.

Two million | is a slight exaggeration.

The insurance company-- | standard procedure.

Yeah, but it was still f***ing great, | man. Tell you what--

I know this jug outside Frisco--

good for half a million.

They had a payroll for S&H Sugar, | and S&H Sugar is a big outfit, man.

Yeah, that's what I've been | dreaming about.

A really good score, | you know what I mean?

And I'm gonna party.

Yeah. Sh*t, I'm gonna go | to Mardi Gras.

I'm gonna go to Vegas, and I'm gonna go | with enough money in my hip pocket...

to catch 'em fine b*tches, | you know what I mean?

You know, I've spent | almost every night of my life...

dreaming about | this kind of sh*t.

- Dreaming? | - Yeah.

Dreaming.

That's bullshit.

You're not gonna do | nothing like that.

I'll tell you | what you're gonna do!

You're gonna get a job. | That's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna get a little job-- | some job a convict can get...

Iike scraping off trays at a cafeteria | or cleaning out toilets.

And you're gonna hold on | to that job like gold...

because it is gold!

Let me tell you, Jack. | That is gold.

You listening to me?

And when that man walks in | at the end of the day...

and he comes to see | how you done...

you ain't gonna look | in his eyes.

You're gonna look at the floor...

because you don't wanna see | that fear in his eyes...

when you jump up and grab his face | and slam him to the floor...

and make him scream | and cry for his life.

So you look right at the floor, Jack. | Pay attention to this, motherf***er.

And then he's gonna look around | the room-- see how you done.

And he's gonna say, "Oh, you missed | a little spot over there.

Jeez, you didn't get this one here. | What about this little bitty spot?"

And you're gonna suck | all that pain inside you...

and you're gonna clean | that spot.

And you're gonna clean | that spot...

until you get | that shining clean.

And on Friday, | you'll pick up your paycheck.

And if you could do that...

you could be president | of Chase Manhattan-- corporations.

If you could do that.

Not me, man.

I wouldn't do that kind of sh*t. | I'd rather be in jail.

More's the pity, youngster. | More the pity.

Could you do | that kind of sh*t?

I wish I could.

I wish I could.

Central, Central. | Eastbound 12...

eastbound 12.

Barstow here.

- Why did you stop us? | - There's a runaway coming at you.

Hear me? | Number 12, answer me!

I don't see any runaway.

If you were close enough to see her, | you'd be dead. Get it?

She's about four miles away.

Now I want you to pull | onto track two at once.

- Repeat, at once. | - Oh, my God!

- No. Are you serious? | - Hey, Ruby. What's going on?

- Hey, you can't go in there right now. | - Come on, Ruby.

That eastbound 12 is crawling.

Who's the incompetent bastard on her? | He better get in the clear fast!

Oh, man.

Oh, Manny.

- Oh, man. | - I told you. Didn't I tell you?

I told you something | was f***ed up.

- Maybe we're on some express run. | - Wake up, wacko!

We just blew the caboose to hell | without even slowing down!

Something screwy | is going on here. Look!

Look! All the handrails are gone! | Maybe the engineer has croaked.

Hey, man. | Engineers do not just croak!

Why don't the whistle | ever blow, huh?

What are you, | out of your mind?

I just wanted to see if it worked. | You said the engineer was croaked.

Let go.

You think this is some cops | and robbers game.

Hey, man. | You picked the train!

- You're right. | - Yeah.

State police | calling Chopper One.

Come in, please.

We have information | regarding escaped prisoners.

Ranken, that's your radio.

Railroad security called. They found | some prison clothes in a switch yard.

Looks like prisoner Logan's.

- How'd they get so far? | - What did I tell you?

Tell 'em I'll be there | in ten minutes.

Have some officers ready.

Roger, state police. | We're on our way.

Let's have some fun.

Maybe we just ought to | clear out of here.

I mean, maybe we ought to | just jump for it. What do you say?

We can break our necks | any time we want.

Yeah, that makes sense.

- Let's find out what's happening. | - How are we gonna do that?

- Go up front and find out. | - Yeah.

Find out what's happening.

Go up front and find out | what the hell is going on.

I want that, man.

For what?

Tuck that in on you someplace.

All right.

And wait till I give you | the signal before you attack.

Yeah.

Hello, Mr. MacDonald.

Don't tell anyone | about the runaway.

We don't want | to panic the passengers.

Besides, we've got the company's | reputation to uphold.

What's the latest | on that train?

It went straight through | the caboose at Granville 12.

Well, anyone hurt?

Nobody. What's the story | on the engineer?

He had a heart attack. | Old fart.

He made everyone bananas trying to keep | that engine from going to scrap.

Get that. | What's the speed?

About 70.

Hey, Barstow. | Why don't you stop her?

You put the system in.

- Cost the company 4.5 million. | - Listen, Eddie...

it's designed for the efficient | dispatching of trains when manned...

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