The Newton Boys Page #7

Come on,Joe.

DOCK:
Aw,Willis, I wish

you'd have let me do that.

WlLLlS:
What you looking at,

Betty Crocker peckerhead?

Either one of you two know

where Jess run off to?

JOE:
Got a good idea. Why?

WlLLlS:
Let's go get him.

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

friends and neighbors...

it's Booger Red's

Wild West Show.

Yes, it's entertainment

for the entire family...

and education for the children.

You'll see

the star-spangled pig.

-What's that?

-First place.

JESS:
First place

three times this week.

WlLLlS:
That's good, Big Snake.

We got a real job for you.

You ready to go?

JESS:

I got a job doing what I like.

WlLLlS:
What,this?

This ain't real,Jess.

It's a damn zoo.

JESS:
It is real.

It is real fun.

Ohh!

JOE:
We're broke,Jess.

DOCK:
Yeah.

JESS:

Well,what are we gonna do?

DOCK:

We're gonna rob something.

JESS:
All right.

DOCK:
That well was a duster.

JESS:

Oh,well,that explains it.

So you run out of money,

and you need me, huh,Willis?

Look at the big oil man go!

Get off me.

What you doing with my bag?

JESS:
So you boys

lost all your money.

At least I know where mine went.

WlLLlS:
There's something

I want to ask you boys.

JESS:
You never ask us

anything,Willis.

Why don't you just tell us

what you decided?

DOCK:
Now settle down.

JESS:
All right.

WlLLlS:
All right. It's this.

Banks are pretty much

overfor us.

GLASSCOCK:
They've all gone

to cannonball safes.

There's hardly

any victory bonds left.

Mostfolks are putting money

in the stock market.

JOE:
Or oil wells.

[Laughs]

DOCK:
What are we gonna do?

WlLLlS:

I got something in Chicago.

And, boys,this is the big one.

Now, I still gotta

check it out closer...

but I got some fellas

working on the inside.

JOE:
I don't know,Willis.

-Hell, Chicago?

-What's wrong with Chicago?

-I don't know.

-"Hell, Chicago"?

WlLLlS:
Since when you been

gun-shy about traveling?

JESS:

I don't like the White Sox.

WlLLlS:
I'm talking about

getting out of this game.

JOE:
We're out of the game.

WlLLlS:
I'm talking about

a couple of million dollars.

JESS:
Now that's interesting.

That's a lot of money.

DOCK:
That is a lot of money.

WlLLlS:
It's about our kids

not growing up on dirt.

JOE:
We ain't gonna have kids,

we get ourselves killed.

JESS:

Ain't nobody gonna get killed.

JOE:
So banks are overfor us.

Are we getting desperate?

That's when it gets dangerous.

You know that,Willis.

WlLLlS:
This ain't gonna be

no Toronto,Joe.

I promise you that.

DOCK:
I only got one question.

-What's that?

-Do you know the money's there?

Aw,Joe.

DOCK:
Joe.

LOUlSE:
I can't believe

you lied to me again.

WlLLlS:
That's before I got

swindled out of my oil.

Besides, I said

no more bank robberies.

-This here's a train.

-Oh, God!

WlLLlS:
I can't quit

while we're busted.

LOUlSE:
You said you were

finished with all of that.

WlLLlS:
I wanted to be.

I lost almost everything we had

trying to be legitimate.

God don't want me to be legal.

I've tried my whole life and

I keep getting pulled back in.

LOUlSE:
But we still have

more money than most people do.

WlLLlS:
We ain't most people.

And I owe them boys something.

LOUlSE:
They're not the ones

who want the money. You are.

WlLLlS:
I'm the one who's

got to take care of everyone.

LOUlSE:
Forget everyone else

and think about yourseIf!

What is wrong with you?

Do you think you're the only man

who got a raw deal?

WlLLlS:
No. But I'm not

gonna take it lyin' down.

LOUlSE:
You see? You're never

gonna get out of this.

You go get your million dollars,

but you're gonna be alone...

starting in about 10 seconds.

WlLLlS:
Lou, stop.

Get out of the car.

We're going to my mother's.

Don't you bother us.

-I want to stay with Willis.

-See? See?

[Lively music playing

in background]

MAN:
What do you want?

WlLLlS:
Willie Rice.

Friend of Murray's.

MAN:
Come on in.

-Hey,Willie.

-Murray.

MURRAY:
Glad you could make it.

Any trouble finding the place?

-None at all.

-Good. Come on.

MURRAY:
Wait'll you hear

about this setup.

It is the sweetest deal

I have ever stumbled over.

[Lively music playing]

I grew up with this bird.

Bill Fahy's the name.

Little punk kid

out back in the stockyards.

Puny little bastard.

Saved his bacon more than once.

Anyway, he goes legit

and becomes a postal inspector.

Then two months ago...

they transfer him from D.C.

back to his old neighborhood.

He likes the girls,

and he likes the ponies.

With the girls,

you pay them enough...

they always finish in the money.

With the ponies--he's in deep

with some serious people.

More than a postal inspector

makes in a lifetime.

Anyway, he comes to me,

and he says--

WlLLlS:
I get the picture.

MURRAY:
Let me introduce you.

MURRAY:

I want you to meet somebody.

FAHY:
Don't tell me your name.

You're a friend of his or

he wouldn't buy the first round.

Chiselin' bastard.

Nice girls, huh?

SLlM:
Hey.

This is the man

I was telling you about.

He's gonna help us out.

Details, details.

WlLLlS:
Hey, buddy,

details is my middle name.

I want to know everything

about this mail train.

I'll supply the guys,the gas,

the guns, and the guts...

and you boys can sit back

and split even with everybody.

Can you handle that?

FAHY:
Yeah, sure.

WlLLlS:
Yeah.

The consignments come down

every Thursday on the 57 train.

The Milwaukee registers

are the pay dirt.

Last week, it was 63 bags...

insuredfor3 million.

MURRAY:
And sometimes,

the Federal Reserve...

loads extra bags

at the last minute.

I'm gonna check all this out

then do some plannin'.

Afterwards, any laundry work

needs doin' on the bond...

or the new mint money,

you take it atfive percent.

MURRAY:
Ten.

WlLLlS:
Seven and a haIf.

MURRAY:
Done.

GLASSCOCK:
It's gonna be dark

out there tonight.

So I think it's a good idea

if we wear these light hats.

So we can identify one another.

JOE:
How do we know

we're not being set up?

DOCK:
Sh*t,Joe.

JOE:
We're from Texas...

and these fellas must know

plenty of thieves in Chicago.

WlLLlS:

Yep, and the thieves know them.

GLASSCOCK:

Chicago's run by the mob,Joe.

lrish, ltalian,whatever.

If someone makes a score here...

they got to fork

a big chunk of it over.

WlLLlS:
Bunch of country boys

do the job and we're gone.

They get no tax

from the big boys.

JOE:
Mail train's

a federal offense,Willis.

DOCK:
Breakin' the law's

breakin' the law.

JOE:
We ain't talkin'

no little robbery here.

WlLLlS:
No,we ain't

talkin' no little robbery.

When the heat's on,we got

ourfriend on the inside...

who's gonna be running

the investigation.

DOCK:
I just got one question.

WlLLlS:

Hell,yeah,the money's there.

Three million dollars worth.

I just seen it through

a little peephole downtown.

Goddamn it,this is everything

we've been working towards.

If we do it right,

it's the last one.

It's too much money,Willis.

How we gonna get away with that?

It's like killin' someone.

They ain't just gonna let it go.

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