The Getaway Page #2

-Where? -Uh, Baton Rouge. Uh, payroll job.

Where else you worked, Frank?

I, I hit some liquor stores, you know, and, uh, I drive real good.

-And I shoot nice. -You shoot nice, huh?

-Where'd ya learn? -Army.

-Army, huh? -Mm-hmm. I'm a team player.

You guys just do your job. You stay clean, I stay clean.

-Real simple, right? -Right.

This is the last time you and I meet in public.

You got any more business with me, you handle it with my associate, Jim Deer.

McCoy, I didn't wanna leave ya.

We both know you had all the money.

Maybe I should've waited, but I didn't wanna get my head blown off.

What am I gonna do, go to jail like you?

I'm not the kind to apologize, so I'm not gonna.

Benyon wants me, and that's the end of it. He ain't gonna back down.

Let's just, uh, make the best of it. No hard feelings, all right?

-Boy, you're touchy, Doc.

Don't f*** me again.

-No hard feelin's.

-A**hole.

Once we wrap it up in the vault room,

if everything... I should say when everything times out perfect,

we've got the tanker in the field north of the track.

It blows. There's your diversion.

Inside the vault room, two, maybe three guards.

Probably two accountants in the safe area itself.

You got one guard with a.38 on your right-hand side...

when you come through this door.

That's him on the monitor right now.

Let's take care of him right away.

Be careful that he doesn't panic and try to shoot somebody.

One of these boys does try to get off a shot, this might come in handy.

I been workin' ten years without one of these.

I sure as hell don't need it now.

Might change my luck.

Nah, not for me.

Suit yourselves. After that, we're gonna switch cars at, uh...

- Sutter's Ranch. -Sutter's Ranch.

Now, once I settle up with Benyon,

we're all gonna meet in Tucson to, uh, cut up the money.

Unless we're hot, in which case we have to travel to El Paso.

Man, why do we got to go all the way to El Paso?

I know a guy there runs a place called the Border Hotel.

He can get us some passports and I.D.s.

The stuff's expensive, but it's the best;

get us into Mexico nice and clean.

After that, boys, it's adios and good-bye.

Why do we have to go in so hard?

-We all gotta be John Dillinger for this one. -Dillinger got killed.

Yeah.

- You all right?

Benyon said I was a lucky man.

You are...

a lucky man.

Oh, yeah?

You trust me?

-Yeah, I guess so. -You better.

Tell me everything's gonna be okay tomorrow, Doc.

I don't wanna spend any more time without you.

Hey, you're not the only one that's ready to quit this life.

-Uh-uh. -Mm-hmm.

You spend some time in prison,

you do a lot of thinkin'.

Listen to me.

This is gonna be our last job.

You know that, don't you?

You mean it? Really? You do?

Get out!

-The inside post is held by the favored Shoo Fly,

the winner of the last two races.

Second favored:
B.D.'s Folly...

- And they're off! At the break, it's B.D.'s Folly.

-Jesus. -Sorry.

Okay, a couple more feet. Go, go, go, good.

Come on, come on.

It's all okay. Thanks.

- It is now post time.

The lure is now in motion.

There he is now, turning into the back stretch.

They're reaching the final turn and the home stretch.

- Three.

Ten seconds.

What's goin' on here?

The emergency power should've come on. Why don't you close the vault?

I'm just gonna find out what's goin' on. You better set the time lock.

-Ready? -Let's go.

Bill, the phones are dead.

-Watch out!

Move! On the floor, heads towards the wall, now!

-On the floor, head towards the door!

-Drop the gun!

-Drop the gun on the floor! Open the door! -Do what he says!

- Heads towards the door, now!

-My God, don't hurt him! -Now! Move, move!

-Everybody, out! Out! Move, move, move!

-Let's go in now!

-Head toward the door! -No, don't hurt me!

-We can't open the safe. It's on a time lock.

Don't move! Don't anybody move, or you're dead!

- I want quiet!

- Shut up!

- Don't move! Don't anyone move!

-I'm down. -Down! Down! Down!

-Stay!

- Quit cryin'. Shut up!

-Put your head down.

-Ooh, nice legs.

- Put your head down before I blow it off.

- You tryin' to be a hero?

You'll be a dead hero. One minute, 30 seconds.

Come on, let's go! Let's hurry!

-He had a gun, man!

He was reaching in his pant leg for a gun. He pulled it out of his pant leg.

This bozo was reachin' for his gun!

- Stop pointin' that f***in' thing at me!

- What, man?

He had a gun, man! He had a gun. I'm sorry!

-Outta the way!

Slow down! Just slow down!

Just slow down!

-You okay?

I guess so.

How far away is it?

-Fifteen minutes. -Is he gonna meet us there?

-Uh-huh, he's gonna be there. -Good.

-Hold the wheel. -Sure.

- Ah, God!

See ya!

What happened to Hansen?

Oh, he didn't make it, and neither did you.

That's what I always liked about Rudy.

He was predictable.

Let's get outta here.

What's Benyon's place like?

I don't know. I met him at the office.

Doc, what if we headed south and just kept on goin'?

We got lots of money here. Why share it?

Benyon's kept his end of the bargain so far.

You don't owe Benyon anything.

Try to wrap this up quick. If anything happens, you, uh,

do what you gotta do.

Thought I might never see you again.

The news said, "One dead."

Three dead.

Hansen got jumpy and shot a guard. Rudy got ambitious and killed Hansen.

Then he lost his head and tried to kill me.

How's your wife?

Let's cut up this money. I wanna get outta here.

I don't like complications.

Pull these kind of jobs, you take those chances.

You know, McCoy, you and I are two of a kind.

No, I don't think so. I like to do my own dirty work.

I never much liked guys like you, the crooks that wanna look respectable.

You still don't get it, do you?

That's funny, 'cause I always heard what a smart operator you are.

So let's just look at the situation.

One, a very attractive woman;

two, the woman's husband... a killer and a thief...

serving a long sentence in a Mexican hellhole;

three, a businessman...

lots of power and influence,

a fellow who can easily get the husband a pardon.

Why should he? Well,

one simple reason, the obvious reason:

-Money.

Maybe there's other considerations.

The wife is very attractive,

and she proves to be willing, very willing.

She sees an opportunity, and she takes it.

And who could blame her? She's tired of life on the run.

Her husband, he's a loser.

She wants something better,

and so the inevitable happens:

A very... intimate alliance.

A very pleasurable alliance,

enjoyed by both parties vigorously and repeatedly.

Enjoyed.

And then the moment arrives.

The husband is baited to a remote place,

a place...

Well, Doc, kinda like this.

Don't think too badly of your wife, Doc.

After all, you were locked up in prison,

and she is a stunningly healthy young woman.

I see you been practicing.

Goddamn it, it wasn't my fault! It was the only way.

You stupid b*tch, you should've told me!

You were supposed to make a deal with him, not f*** his brains out!

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