Straight Time Page #7

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This is the last goddamn time

I'm working with you. I mean it.

What are you--? Get over there

and sit down! Put your head down.

-What are you doing?

-Where's the watch?

Hey, we gotta get out of here, man!

Hey! Hey!

-Listen to me! Listen to me.

-Let go of that. All right, all right!

Give it to me, man.

-We're going.

-Why don't you take a clock too?

This is the last goddamn time

I'm working with you.

-Where is he?

-Yeah, where is he?

Where is he?

Was this part of your goddamn plan?

Who the f*** knows where he is?

You're pathetic.

You're a pathetic f***ing human being.

We gotta run. We gotta run.

We gotta run.

Get rid of the shotgun!

Walk, walk, walk.

Slow down and walk. Walk.

-Come on.

-Are we going the right way?

The car's on the next street.

Come on, we're all right.

Halt! Police!

-It's a great line.

-We gotta go. Right now. Come on.

Excuse me, could you

see this guy for me?

-Where's your car?

-In the back.

-Where? Let's go.

-In the back.

So I'll be back in a second.

What's the matter?

-Where's your key? Where's your car?

-Keep going. It's over there.

-Give me the key.

-Just a sec.

-Where are we going?

-Come on.

-What happened?

-I'll tell you later.

What are you doing?

Max, please.

I gotta stop by and get some money

from a friend.

Where are you, man? Willy?

Sh*t.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'll f***ing hurt your f***ing ass.

Don't tell me ''wait.'' I'm gonna put

your f***ing brains on that wall!

-Let me explain.

-You knew I'd be back, didn't you?

Please let me explain to you

what happened.

Go ahead, run it.

I had the car pointed the right way.

The motor was on.

I was watching my clock,

I was watching the door.

The burglar alarm went off

for five minutes.

That's bullshit, man.

That's bullshit, man.

-Max--

-No, no. No, man, I would've been there.

I'm running because of you, sucker man.

That sh*t under the bed?

I went to jail because of you.

I'm sorry.

Well, you know, sorry ain't sh*t now.

You know why?

It don't mean nothing.

Come on, Max.

-Are you high?

-No.

-Did you get high?

-No.

Then I don't understand

why you don't hear me.

I don't understand why you don't

understand what I'm talking about.

Jerry's dead.

Just lying on the street, man.

And that hurts me, man,

because he'd do anything for me.

He'd do anything for me.

If he was out in the car, man...

...there could have been a shitstorm,

you know?

Max, I'm sorry.

I got scared.

I'm scared now.

You did the best you could, right?

-I really did.

-I gave you every chance, too, didn't I?

It wasn't your fault.

It's over, Willy.

It's over, man. Forget it.

I shouldn't have asked you to do it.

It was too heavy for you.

-I'm sorry.

-It's all right. It's all right, man.

-What can I do?

-Give me a big bear hug...

-...and just forget it.

-Okay.

I'm sorry.

-You were wrong, though, you know.

-I know it.

I'm sorry.

Sh*t.

Did you get it?

-What?

-The money.

Yeah.

Where's the freeway?

I don't know.

Well, we're going.

-All right?

-Let's go. Yeah, let's go.

How you doing?

-Want me to drive?

-No, I'm all right. Can I have one?

--this afternoon when a large house trailer

lost its brakes and ran into a schoolyard.

One man is dead

and one wounded in a gunfight...

...following a jewelry store holdup

in Beverly Hills earlier this afternoon.

The robbers, two in number...

...used hammers to break through

the counters and display cases...

...in Gindel's, an exclusive

Wilshire Boulevard shop.

Police arrived just as the robbers

were making their getaway...

...and in the ensuing gun battle...

...one of the holdup men,

Jerry Schue, age 48, of Burbank, was killed.

Also critically wounded in the shootout

was Officer David Post...

...a two-year veteran of the force.

The second holdup man,

who made good his escape...

...has not yet been identified...

...but police officials are currently

assembling a detailed description...

...from eyewitnesses on the scene.

Look for another

smoggy day tomorrow...

...according to the Air Quality

Management District. Temperatures--

We didn't start the shooting.

-Would you pull over for a second?

-Why?

Please pull over. I don't feel well.

-Wait till we get to a gas station, will you?

-I can't wait, Max.

Pull the f***ing car over, goddamn it!

Max, don't you dare lay

a f***ing hand on me!

-What do you wanna do with this?

-I got it.

-Can I help you?

-Yeah.

Fill it up with regular and you better

check the oil. I think that's all.

-Want something to drink?

-Yeah.

Just get me a ginger ale.

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

-You wanna give us a ginger ale and a beer?

-What kind of beer?

-It doesn't matter. We'll be over here.

-Yeah. Anyway...

...he starts back to her at the door

and I think he's not gonna say anything.

And he looks up at me

with the football helmet...

...and he says, ''Lady,

I sure hope your team wins.''

-Here we are, sir. Here you go.

-Thank you.

-And can I get you something else?

-No, that's okay.

I got some fine

homemade chili for you.

-This'll do it.

-All right. That'll be 90 cents, if you please.

I saw a sign outside.

Is there a bus stop here?

Yeah. That would be

the local Palmdale transportation.

It stops twice a day.

The schedule's kind of irregular, but--

Where were you going?

-Where you kids going, honey?

-L.A.

Oh, L.A. You take the Palmdale bus from

here, as I say, and go down into Palmdale.

-Make your connection to L.A. there.

-What time does it get here?

You got about half an hour.

-I'll get your change.

-Keep it.

Oh, thanks, yeah.

You sending me home?

Yeah, you are.

Please, Max, I don't want any money.

I want you to have it.

What are you gonna do?

Will you call me?

Gotta go.

Forgot my sweater.

Why can't I go with you?

Because I wanna get caught.

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