The Car Page #3

I'll order him a sarsaparilla.

The lock was rusted. I can't tell you

anything about the guns without a test.

Okay. That's tomorrow's business.

Damn it, Bertha, drive Jimmy

on home like I told you, and go to bed.

Jimmy, you stay in that truck.

I am staying here,

I am having a drink with the boys.

I don't want you hanging on my coattails

from morning till night.

How many times do I have to tell you?

But if you guys can't get him,

I sure as hell can.

I'll blow the son of a b*tch sky high.

Don't push me, pig face.

Twenty-two gun-toting idiots,

and you guys can't bag...

some pretty little jackass out for kicks.

- All I want of you...

- You let me out of here.

- Shut up!

- I'll put you two...

All I want from you is to know if it's

the same car that killed the hitchhiker.

- Yeah.

- Tell me slowly...

so I can understand what happened.

I was crossing the street to go to the club...

he came out of the dark,

he looked like he was heading right at me...

he swerved, I dove, he hit Everett...

it was the same guy, and that's all I know.

What did you get from her? Anything?

- She says it was a black car.

- Well, doesn't she know what kind?

Big and black.

I called Daigler County.

They're watching, but no sign of him.

Well, he had to crawl into Daigler County?

He had to cross the county line.

There's only one road out of here.

There's no other way.

- I told them.

- Okay, what happened?

He swerved around Clements

and then hit Ev.

What did she say?

She's an old woman.

Indian talk, it doesn't matter.

What did she say, Chas?

Moccasin telegraph says

bad things are coming with the wind.

Her family's going deeper

into back country tomorrow.

What do you think?

About what?

Well, what do you want to do?

How the hell do I know?

Well, that's it, guys.

It looked like he went over the hills.

But we'll keep everything going.

Roadblocks and so forth,

until I tell you otherwise.

Don't let down, anybody.

- I wanna thank you all.

- Two door or four door?

I wanna thank you all for hanging in there.

What can I tell you? Go to it.

Okay.

That's good.

All right. Thanks very much.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Wade, Daigler County

reports a black vehicle...

two-door, unidentified make.

Sounded like open pipes.

Last seen going north at 8:00 a. m.

On Interstate 12.

They wanna know,

does that sound like our car?

Could be.

Tell them thanks and good luck.

Thank you. Yes, Sheriff Parent

says it sounds like it.

Thank you and good luck.

- Hello, Mackey.

- Good morning.

Wade.

Miss McDonald, the principal called...

and she wants to know

about the parade rehearsal this morning.

Can she go ahead?

Tell her we think so. But see if she can

put it off until this afternoon.

I'd sure feel better about that.

Tattleman, I wanna put you on that parade.

Call Miss McDonald and check

what time she wants to schedule it.

- Not before 3:
30 or 4:00.

- Right.

Wade, we're on our way over

to claim Everet's body at the hospital...

but he has no next of kin,

so we thought perhaps...

- I can do it.

- Right here.

I had nobody else to ask, you know,

about the funeral arrangements.

Give us a couple of days.

He was a...

- He was a Methodist.

- That's right.

The guys and I'll chip in for the expenses.

There won't be any charge.

Okay, I guess I've got all I need. Thank you.

At least that's one of us.

Wade...

there's something I wanna tell you

about last night.

Well, the old lady.

Well, Chas, he didn't translate

everything that she said.

- What do you mean?

- Well...

she said...

there was no driver in the car.

Thanks, Donna.

Thomas County Sheriff, may I help you?

Luke.

Where did you say you found him?

What do you think

about the parade rehearsal?

Don't do it.

Call McDonald and tell her to cancel it.

I've got a Mr. Jenkins on the line.

Tell her tomorrow might be a better day.

Said he's been fishing below Arrigo's

Bridge, and when he came back to his tent...

he found a young man's body.

There was a bike, too.

That's got to be the Keil boy.

Tell him to stay there, and I'll be right along.

Sheriff Parent says for you to stay there,

he's coming right over. Bye.

Thomas County Sheriff, can I help you?

No, we haven't found him. No.

Sorry we're late.

We were just over seeing Everett.

We're going over, too.

- Donna?

- Yes?

Wade. Look, I'm with Mr. Jenkins.

Yeah, send an ambulance. Tell them...

Tell them there's no rush.

I'll probably be back in about an hour.

Anything new?

Nope.

The roadblocks are set, the patrols are out,

and everything's quiet as can be.

Remember, kids,

horses are a little like people.

They're shy of strangers

until they get to know them better...

so hold the reins gently but firmly, okay?

Jimmy, you're too slow,

and Bobby, you are, too.

Lively, everybody. What we want

is for people to pick up their feet...

and wanna march.

Count. One, two, three, four.

I don't hear enough flute.

And I hear too much bass.

Move up. Move them up. Come on.

All right, hold onto them.

Hold onto them, everybody.

Hold on, everybody, to your music!

Turn away from it and protect your eyes!

I can't see.

Okay, just turn around.

Let's face our backs into the wind.

Quiet a second.

- Get everybody off the track!

- Everybody, run up to the cliffs!

Run! Come on!

Get to the wall. Hurry!

Run up to the cliffs! Go on up to the cliffs!

Let's keep him busy, give those kids time

to get out of here. Come on.

I hurt my arm! My arm!

- Keep running, baby. Hurry.

- My arm!

Wait a minute, get in there! Come on!

Hurry.

Come on, over here.

You're okay now, Debra, you're okay.

Oh, God.

I know.

- Are you ready?

- I'm ready.

Okay.

Hey, you!

Why don't you get out of your big, ugly car?

We'd like to see what you look like.

I'd like to see

what a creep like you looks like.

Well, come on. Get out of your car.

Let us all see what a lunatic

son of a b*tch you are.

Come on, crawl out. I'll let you crawl out.

I got your story now, I see.

As long as you're in your car,

you're big and you're bad.

Come on, let me tell you something, buddy.

You know what you are? A chicken.

You're a chicken sh*t. Scum of the earth.

Son of a b*tch!

Go, Margie!

Are you back again? My God.

Listen, what could we do for you,

sweet thing?

Why don't you just get out

of that big, upside-down bathtub...

and let me see who you really are?

You punk, psycho idiot, horse's ass!

Hello, somebody, hello?

Yes, who is this?

This is Margie Johnson.

The car has the kids and the band

and all of us trapped...

in the old cemetery out by the race track.

Please, for Gos sake,

get out here before it kills someone.

Donna, this is Wade.

I've heard and I'm on my way back.

I want everybody out to the cemetery, fast.

Donna, who's at the station?

And where the hell is Luke?

There's nobody here.

Everybody took off when they heard Margie.

Okay, you guys on roadblocks,

hold your stations in case he slips through.

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