The Defiant Ones Page #6

Do all those things you was talkin' about.

We could go dancin', and eat

in restaurants, and go to shows.

You could start a whole new life.

And when we needed more money

I could sell the farm...

- What should I do with these?

- You'll think of somethin'.

- Drop 'em down the well.

- Like you dropped Cullen in the swamp.

What are you gettin' so excited

about that Negro for? I did it for you!

- You don't even know me!

- For us! For the two of us!

- You don't even know my name.

- Well, I don't care what they call ya!

They call me Johnny. That's what

they call me. They call me Johnny.

Johnny. Oh, Johnny...

You don't even know me.

Please, we don't have time. You said so

yourself. They're comin' after ya.

You don't know anythin' about me.

No! Where you goin'?!

- Get outta the way!

- What'd I do wrong?!

Please, what'd I do wrong?

Listen to me, Johnny. Please listen.

All my life I've been waitin'

to get away from here.

From the mud gumbo, and the loneliness.

I'd only see my husband two times

a week, and he didn't come back.

I don't blame him, but I don't

wanna stay here either.

Oh, Johnny, I'm beggin' ya!

Oh, please take me with ya!

Don't leave me here, Johnny, please...

( rock'n'roll)

- Charlie, bring in that water, will you?

- Here. Take your full ration.

- Kid, what'd they talk about?

- I don't know.

You don't know, uh? OK, beat it.

They're not around here.

Everything's clear.

All right, so they ate. Then what?

They must've taken somethin' with 'em!

- Nothin' you could put 'em in jail for.

- Lady, you're not cooperatin'.

Let's not waste any more time, Frank.

OK, let's go.

Look, ma'am, I don't know what

you've been thinkin' or why.

Whatever it is, it can't work. Cos,

so help me, they're goin' back in jail.

Cullen!

Cullen!

Where are you?!

Cullen!

Cullen!

Cullen, where are you?!

Cullen!

Cullen!

Cullen!

Cullen, where are you?!

Cullen!

What do you want?

- Cullen, I been lookin' all over for you.

- They catchin' up?

Yeah.

How come you're here?

What you want with me?

That woman told you wrong.

Why'd she do that?

She said if they caught you you'd squeal.

- What happened to your shoulder?

- Kid shot me.

If we hit high ground,

we can still make it. Come on.

- Cullen, I can't make it.

- Come on!

Cullen, I can't make it!

Come on, man, you draggin' on the chain.

That dame.

Why would she do a thing like that?

- She was just tryin' to help ya.

- She sure helped, all right.

Can't blame a body

for what they don't know.

I blame her.

I blame her, all right.

( rock'n'roll)

Halt!

- Sweetheart picked up the scent, all right!

- They can't be far away.

Solly, bring up the Dobermans.

- Wait a minute.

- What's the matter?

- No dogs.

- Do we have to go all over that again?

No killer dogs, Frank!

Look, Max, we crossed

the county line this mornin'.

You're out of your jurisdiction.

Take off the muzzles, Solly.

- Wait, Solly.

- You're wastin' time, Max.

We're supposed to find 'em,

not execute 'em.

I'm givin' the orders. Go ahead, Solly.

Just a minute, Solly. If you make

one move, I'm goin' to shoot them.

- For the love of Mike, Max!

- Are you gonna listen to me?

Hold everythin', Solly.

Come on, boy.

All right, I'll take those trackers. When

we close in, I'll go on ahead by myself.

If anythin' happens to me,

let the other dogs loose.

- I don't like it.

- You don't have to.

(train whistle)

(train whistle)

(train approaching)

Cullen... Cullen...

Come on, Joker.

- Cullen...

- Run! Come on!

I can't make it! I can't make it!

Hold it, Joker.

How you doin', Joker?

OK.

- You hurt bad?

- I feel fine.

Sure you do.

You gonna make somebody

a fine old lady one day.

Ain't it the truth.

(dogs barking)

Them the dogs?

Just rest easy, Joker.

- Cullen...

- Yeah?

We gave 'em a helluva

run for it, didn't we?

Yeah.

(barking)

Charlie Potatoes.

I'm mashed potatoes now.

So are you.

We're doin' all right, Joker.

Yeah...

Long gone

Ain't he lucky

Long gone

To Kentucky

I left my home in Nashville

Look a-here what I got

Twenty long years on a chain gang

Sweatin' and bustin' rock

Judge he come from Memphis

Put me in the pen

If I ever do see his face once more

He never get home again

That judge be long gone

To Kentucky

Long gone

Don't mean maybe

Long gone

What I mean

Long gone judge on a bowlin' green

Bowlin' green

Sewin' machine

A little kitten sittin'

On a sewin' machine

Sewin' machine

Sew so fast

Sew eleven stitches

In a little cat's tail

Bowlin' green

Sewin' machine!

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