The Defiant Ones

Long gone

Ain't he lucky

Long gone

To Kentucky

Long gone

What I mean

Long gone Sam on a bowlin' green

Bowlin' green

Sewin' machine

Sewin' machine

Sew so fast

Sew eleven stitches

In a little cat's tail

I left my home in Nashville

A-look a-here what I got, Jack

A-twenty long years on a chain gang

A-sweatin' and bustin' rock

A judge, he come from Memphis

A-put me in the pen

If I ever see his face once more

He never get home again

That judge be long gone

To Kentucky

Long gone

Don't mean maybe

A long gone

What I mean

A long gone judge on a bowlin' green

Bowlin' green

A sewin' machine

A sewin' machine

Will you listen to him?

We oughta make him ride up front.

See how much singin' he'll do then.

In a little cat's tail

Shut up, do you hear me?! Shut up!

Long gone

Did you hear what I said? I said shut up!

Ain't he lucky

Shut up!

Long gone

To Kentucky

Long gone

You heard what the man

said, n*gger. Now shut up!

You call me n*gger again, Joker,

and I'm gonna kill ya!

Make your move, ni...

Look out!

(siren)

(police radio)

(siren)

Sheriff Muller speakin'.

No, Governor. Nobody dead.

Yes. Sideswiped.

Yes. Only two escaped.

Yes, Governor, I know

what my first obligation is.

We're still waitin' on the dogs.

Yes, Governor. Any minute now.

I got a call in to Warden Comisky.

Yes, Governor. I'm quite sure you will.

Hello, Max.

- Am I the first?

- You're the only one I called.

- Anythin' new?

- Not a thing.

Drivers are still unconscious. The men

don't know anythin', or won't say.

- Who was on the phone?

- The governor.

- Oh? Anythin' I can print?

- Sure.

He says he's gonna get

to the bottom of this.

- That's nice of him.

- It's an election year.

It's election year for you, too, Max.

Try Warden Comisky again.

We need that laundry for the dogs.

And call Marysville.

See if they located that dog man.

Here you are, Sheriff. Coffee.

Thanks.

( rock'n'roll)

Let's go, boys, let's go. Pile it out.

That's right, pile it out, will you, boys?

We have no time to lose.

Now what the devil...?

Here we are, Max.

- Who sent for you?

- I called 'em.

- What am I gonna do with 'em?

- Deputise 'em.

We can't work short-handed.

I only have six men.

Will you turn that radio off, please?

If the roadblocks don't pick them up,

we may have to fine-comb a lot

of ground before we flush 'em.

Well, watch how you play with

those guns. They're not toys.

Are you kiddin', Max, after all the huntin'

we've done? It's just like runnin' rabbits.

- These are men.

- Same thing.

Sure.

Men and rabbits... same thing.

It's not the same thing!

Well, we just want to give you

a hand, Max. Help out.

- You wanna be helpful, Lou?

- Sure, Max.

Good. Get rid of this.

All right, boys. Chow down the line.

Let's eat it up. Off we go.

Quit bein' stubborn. They really want

to help, and they can come in handy.

- I guess so.

- All right.

What about the two men who escaped?

- Sheriff, I got the warden on the phone.

- Fine.

Get the captain to show you the records.

Get everythin' you want from them.

(police radio)

Noah Cullen. Negro.

Assault and battery. Intent to kill. 10 to 20.

Parole refused. Solitary. Work camp.

John Jackson. Caucasian.

Armed robbery...

- Caucasian?

- Caucasian.

Five to 10. Attacked guard.

Additional five. Parole refused.

Hey, Max. How come they chained

a white man to a black?

The warden's got a sense of humour.

What'd he say just now?

He said not to worry about catching 'em.

They'll probably kill each other

before they go five miles.

(birds chirping)

( rock'n'roll)

(dogs barking)

Hey! Max! Stop aggravatin' those dogs!

What's he so excited about?

You shouldn't be eatin' in front

of the dogs! That isn't very nice!

They've got feelings too, you know.

Shut up in there! Shut up!

Solly, we're not hurtin' their feelings.

I'm sorry, Sheriff, I shouldn't have yelled.

But my dogs are high-strung.

Now will you please...

What are those?

These beauties in here?

These are Dobermans.

- You don't know nothin' about dogs.

- Not that kind.

Well now, my bloodhounds here

won't even touch a hamburger.

But these beauties... when my

bloodhounds track 'em down,

- these'll take care of them, all right.

- We ain't gonna need 'em.

We're dealin' with a couple of

dangerous criminals, Sheriff.

How dangerous can they be,

chained together?

Look, Muller, come here.

You're new to this kind of operation.

If your views are humanitarian, you think

about the farmers and your own deputies.

Let me do my own thinkin', Captain.

It's your show, Sheriff, but I say the dogs

go along. I've got my own men to think of.

All right, but kept on a leash.

Solly? You keep those dogs on a leash.

Don't let 'em go unless I tell ya.

Solly, you'll find the old clothes

in the back of the squad car.

I'll have to make a big circle. Your men

been trampin' all around this here place.

Helmick! Get everybody up to the Jeep!

I'm gonna buy me a pair

of buckskin shoes,

with a brand-new suit and a silk shirt.

And I'll be Charlie Potatoes,

comin' down the street,

with a Panama hat and a good-lookin' gal.

Come on, boy, you got a free arm.

Come on, boy, hit it. Come on, boy, hit it!

- Boy, eh?

- Hit it! Hit it!

No more "Yassuh, boss."

- I'll go to Rio and never be found.

- No more "Yassuh, boss"!

- I'll never be found!

- No more "Yassuh, boss"!

It won't break.

Need a chisel and a hammer.

- Come on, let's go.

- Go where?

- Pineville.

- Pineville's south. I don't go south.

I knew a girl in Pineville.

We'll get this broke.

Then what? A strange coloured man

in a white South town.

How long before they pick me up?

Get off my back!

I ain't married to you! Come on!

You married to me all right,

and here's the ring.

But I ain't goin' south on no

honeymoon. We goin' north.

- Through the swamp?

- We go around it.

I used to work a turpentine mill

There's a train come to pick up

the turpentine every day.

It come out of the swamp and cross

the line to the paint makers in Ohio.

Now we try for that train.

- How long you been in jail?

- Eight years.

And the train's still runnin'?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

Askin' me to go 60 miles with you

and you don't even know!

What are you invitin' me on?

A long walk off a short pier?

Nothin' doin'! Now come on!

Come on, damn you!

Come on!

- You're Charlie Potatoes, uh?

- Yeah.

You gonna dance down the street with

a gal on one arm and this on the other?

You gonna grab a boat to Rio,

pullin' your own anchor?

We can get this broke.

What you gonna do?

Bite it through with your teeth?

Maybe your head's hard enough!

The time's gonna come, Joker.

The time's gonna come.

But if you want it to be right here,

right now, that's OK with me.

You got the advantage of me -

tough to see if the light ain't good.

But you can hear me, Joker, so listen

good. Either we go north together,

or together we gonna go them 10 miles

right back onto Dead Street!

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