The Getaway Page #4

Come on. Let's go.

Do you see him?

Look at every face. Concentrate.

Do you see him?

No. Maybe he went outside.

That's him!

Move! Move!

You're in the center up there.

Hey.

-Bye, Grandma. -There she is.

-Bye. -Bye.

Bye.

Hey!

-Can you help me with my bag? -No problem.

What are you doing?

Slow down!

The toilets will be open in five minutes.

Don't even think about it!

Next time you pick that lock don't leave them scratch marks.

Bastard!

Harold.

-Hey, put that away. -What?

-Give me some pain pills. -Here.

-Harold, these... these ones? -Yes.

So... Rudy, why are we going to El Paso?

I gotta look up some old friends.

-Oh. -I gotta pick up a suitcase.

Then I'm gonna head south of the border. Real far south.

Oh, that sounds great.

I love to travel, but Harold never wants to go anywhere.

-That's not true. -It's true. We never go anywhere.

He'd rather stay home and play

with all of his little critters.

Isn't that right, Harold?

You poor old bugger.

I got us a car that I hot-wired.

-Come on, let's go.

-Bye. -Bye-bye.

Here, Harold, have some chicken. Harold.

No, no. Look, I gotta pull over. I gotta pee.

-Have some fries. -Rudy!

-Here, Harold, have some fries.

Have some chicken. Here's your chicken.

Hey, some chicken.

Rudy. Goddamn it! What'd you do that for?

You know why I did that? 'Cause it makes me feel good.

-Have some fries. -No, you have a fry.

-Hey! Have some fries, Harold. Hey! -Have a biscuit, Rudy.

-Hey, have some more fries. -Hey, have some chicken.

- Chicken. -You have some chicken.

-Have some bean sprouts.

-Hey, stop it! -Fran, get back here!

-You're such a pig! -I've gotta pull over. I've gotta pee!

Oh, I guess we should stop, 'cause Harold has to pee.

Get back in the front.

Get back up there with Harold! Get up there!

I don't want to play... this game... anymore!

You pee in your pants.

Looks like this guy's a real pro.

Where'd you get this?

It was a gift. I told you, the guy gave it to me.

Yeah, that's him.

Carter McCoy.

Hey. Hey!

- It's Harold!

Harold, get back in there, you pervert.

Hey, Gollie, it's Doc.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

How's those travel arrangements coming?

Good. Yeah, she's doing all right.

-All right. Thanks.

-We're all set. -Good morning. How're ya doin'?

-Who had bacon? -Right here.

Enjoy your breakfast. Anything else?

-No, that's all right. Thank you. -All right.

Arizona police have identified a suspect in the greyhound track robbery.

Carter McCoy, also known as Doc McCoy, is wanted...

-in an armed robbery at the Phoenix Dog Track. -Doc.

He is also wanted in connection with a hijacking...

and firebombing of a tanker truck in the track parking lot.

McCoy is an expert safe-cracker. His criminal record indicates...

numerous other well-planned thefts.

He is considered by authorities as the probable mastermind behind the heist...

and should be considered well-armed and extremely dangerous.

-Dad, that's the guy there on TV. -What?

...and immediately contact law enforcement officials.

Here we go, Mel. I think she's gonna like that.

-Say hello to Alice for me, will ya? -Thank you.

-Yes, sir. What can we do for you today? -Let's see.

I'll take that black 12-gauge pump gun.

Ah, the Minelli. That's a good choice.

This is a very powerful weapon here, sir.

My brother-in-law uses this very gun to hunt ducks, if you can believe that.

You hit a duck with one of these suckers,

and you're not gonna have many pieces left to eat.

That's a good weapon, though. What else can I get for you?

-Four boxes of double-aught buck. -Double-aught buck.

Four of 'em. Here we go.

That sounds like a huntin' trip I'd like to be on, I'll tell ya.

These babies'll knock down a wall, if ya need it.

Four boxes of.45 auto shells.

.45 auto shells. Where'd I put those? There they are.

Okay, all we need now is a little bit of identification.

And we're gonna have to fill this out for Uncle Sam. One through eight.

Don't forget question C: "Are you a fugitive from justice?"

Don't worry about that. We ask everybody to do that.

I got a dandy here for you. Right here.

-Wrap the shotgun.

Wrap the shotgun.

40-23, I need a 10-28, please, on an Arizona plate:

Sam-Paul-Queen, four-eight-five.

This will be on a 1987 metallic-blue Camaro.

Look, are you sure you want to do this?

-I want you to shut up, lie down and take a nap. -All right, all right.

I know the drill. Count to 100, right?

- One, two, three,

four, five...

I'm gettin' out of this business. Six...

Keep the change.

Excuse me, are you for hire?

Shift's over. Sorry, lady.

Sorry.

What are you doin'? I said my shift's over.

-You'll have to get another... -We're heading east, pal. Straight out of town.

2-79, car 2-79, come in. Can you do another pickup?

-That's you. Answer it. -What do you want me to say?

-Tell him you got a fare. -The dispatcher ain't gonna fall for that.

She's gonna know the cab's been hijacked, and we're on Third...

He's got the radio on, telling 'em where we are.

-You make a right turn here, or I'm gonna put one in you. -Okay.

- Get out of there, now! -Let's go!

Let's go!

Doc, come on!

Go! Go!

Get in!

- F***! Stay with him!

-Keep it steady.

- On the right!

-On your right, on your right!

Hang on, Doc!

-Sh*t.

Keep going, keep going!

Negative. We're blocked in the underground parking area.

-We're gonna jump in this thing. -No way.

-Doc, we gotta keep moving.

Oh, sh*t, Doc!

Sh*t!

-What? -The cops are out there. We're goin' in the truck.

- God! -Stay back!

-Doc! No! -Get back!

Get back! All the way to the back.

-Whoooaah! Oh, God!

What are you lookin' out the window for?

Somebody else comin' after me?

Kitty.

Look, Rudy, he likes it.

-Give me that. -Rudy!

Hey, Harold, come out of the bathroom.

Harold, come on out. My shoulder hurts.

Harold.

-Rudy!

What are you doin' in there?

-Hey, Fran, I think it's time to check out.

Oh!

You okay?

I think so. I don't know.

Don't scratch yourself around here. You're gonna get an infection.

-I wanna tell you something. -I don't wanna hear it.

Hey, this is hard for me.

When we get to El Paso, I think I should take off.

Hey, listen to me.

I want you to stick with me.

No more about Benyon.

You and me. What do you say?

- Can't get much worse than this, Doc.

I don't see how it could.

Got us a car.

Got a couple of tires. We're in business.

Yep.

Hey, we get to Mexico, we're gonna have a new life. Right?

That's all I want.

-Yeah, Tom here.

Tell Jim Deer Rudy and some girl just drove up.

Looks like they're headin' into the hotel.

Howdy, folks. Welcome to the rustic Border Hotel.

-You must be Gollie. - By golly, I am Gollie.

This here's my wife Carmen. I call her Tootsie.

That's our three-year-old daughter. Her name's Anna.

That's my son Jim. He's 17, and he's my jackrabbit.

-We need a room for three. -Three?

-Oh, you got a cat. No problem.

You need a room, you come to the right place.

We got lots of rooms. Room 309.

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