The Newton Boys Page #8

-We'll be in Mexico.

-You ain't up for it,Joe?

-I ain't sayin' that.

-You want out?

That ain't it, and you know it.

I'm in.

Just askin' are you sure.

Psst.

All right.

Boys...

we fixin' to make history.

WlLLlS:
Get up and off, boys.

This here's my train.

MAN:
Scram, boys. The bulls!

JESS:
Thought we was the law.

How about that?

[Train whistle blows]

GLASSCOCK:
Ten-twenty.

JESS:
Get your hands up,

or I'll blow your head off!

Get your hands up!

WlLLlS:
Stop this train

at the two-mile crossing.

[Train whistle blows]

WlLLlS:
Mister, don't make me

blow your guts out.

Get your mitts

on that throttle!

What the hell's wrong with you?

You been kicked

in the head by a mule?

MAN:
Hold on!

GLASSCOCK:
It's going too far.

Damn.

WlLLlS:
Goddamn it!

Now lookit where we are!

Now back it up to where I said

in the first place.

-It's gonna take a minute!

-Better be a quick minute!

JESS:
Ain't this a hell

of a way to make a livin'?

JOE:

Everybody in there, come on out!

What in the hell is going on?

JOE:
Keep them hands up.

We're robbing this train.

MAN:
I was wondering whether

we had hit something.

-Anybody in there?

-No,just me.

All them postal turkeys

is up front.

GLASSCOCK:
I'm gonna go see

what's goin' on up there.

JOE:
Get down off of there.

We're going up to the crossing.

GLASSCOCK:
Where is everybody?

SLlM:
I don't know.

Something ain't right.

That big son of a b*tch

must have run off.

GLASSCOCK:
What the hell's

goin' on with this train?

God.

Hey!

Hey! Drop that goddamn gun!

[Brakes screech loudly]

WlLLlS:
See that tree?

That's the crossing.

Can't even park,

stupid rat bastard.

-Comin' down with two!

-Comin' up with one!

Slowly.

SLlM:
Remember,

they got guns in there.

WlLLlS:
Yeah,well, so do we.

GLASSCOCK:
I got 'em,Joe.

-You got 'em?

-It's all right.

WlLLlS:
Mail car 2105.

Hey.

All right, everybody,

outside now! Let's go!

MAN:
Ham, don't shoot!

We're out here,too!

WlLLlS:

Jackson, get that poison gas!

All right,you silly bastards.

You're about to wish

to God you had come out.

[People yelling]

MAN:
Mister, don't let him

kill them in there.

Ain't nobody ever died

from a stink bomb.

JOE:

All right, drop them guns now.

WlLLlS:
Come on. Come on.

Get over there.

Hurry up. Let's go.

Who's the head honcho here?

[People coughing]

JESS:
All right, move it,

all y'all. ln here.

Come on now.

WlLLlS:
Now I'm only after

the registered mail...

and I want every damn sack

of it,you understand me?

MAN:
Yes, sir.

WlLLlS:
Good.

Let's go.

WlLLlS:
Talk to me.

MAN:
Milwaukee registers

are all up here.

St. Paul goes back

this way, and...

this section's

going to Minneapolis.

There it is.

All right.

Start helping me toss these out

and get Milwaukee first.

Every single bit of it, honcho.

Let's go!

-Yes, sir.

-Comin' down!

JESS:

Where the hell have you been?

GLASSCOCK:
Aw,Jesus.

Some Hoosier was trying

to sneak off the other side.

Had a shotgun.

Goddamn it. I had to shoot

the son of a b*tch.

Y'all got anybody over there

on the other side?

MAN:

You got us all here, mister.

JESS:
Aw, hell.

Joe,you got all of them.

JOE:
All right.

GLASSCOCK:
I got him.

Hell, I shot him five times.

No, no.

He's clear down the line.

All right, now every one

of you sissy belles...

is gonna pick up a bag and

lug it over to them two cars.

Grab two. Throw it down here.

SLlM:
Put 'em

in that back seat of that car.

Some of you put 'em

in the back of this car.

Some of you put 'em

in the back of this car.

JESS:
Sh*t.

SLlM:
Hurry up.

Oh, my God.

You idiot!

You shot Dock!

GLASSCOCK:
No! No, I didn't!

That's a Hoosier,Jess!

Sh--

[Jess panting]

Oh,Jesus.

JESS:
You shot my brother.

Goddamn it,Willis!

Willis!

Get over here! It's Dock!

WlLLlS:
Jackson?

Yeah, go.

MAN:

I think we can take this guy.

You might all could take me

but two or three will die.

Now get back to work.

JESS:

Easy, Dock. Dock, come on.

WlLLlS:
No. No.

JESS:
He's bleeding to death.

WlLLlS:
Goddamn it, Dock.

Oh, sh*t.

We got to get him to a doctor.

You holding?!

We're gonna get you

out of here, Hoss.

Damn it,you just hang in there.

You hold on, Hoss.

Come on, Dock. Come on now.

Come on.

MURRAY:
Did you get it?

Sh*t.

JOE:
Come on!

Easy, come on, come on.

Shh. Get that on him.

Get the hell out of here!

Now!

MURRAY:
Jesus, I don't think

he's gonna make it.

-Get us a doctor.

-Out here? Chicago, maybe.

WlLLlS:
Then we bring him

to Chicago.

MURRAY:
A doctor sees him,

and he'll call the cops.

SLlM:
Let's keep our heads.

This could blow the deal.

Why don't we just split

the money and cut our losses?

WlLLlS:
This job ain'tfinished

till Dock is taken care of!

-OK, bad idea.

-Take it easy,fellas.

WlLLlS:
You know people.

That's why you're in this deal.

I don't give a goddamn how,

but you dig somebody up.

If you don't, I swear

you're not gonna make it.

MURRAY:
Calm down.

I know a guy--

Let's go, goddamn it!

WlLLlS:
Take Dock with Murray.

We'll stash the money.

Eight shares,

eight different places.

SLlM:
I gotta trust you

with our shares?

WlLLlS:
We're trusting you

with our brother.

SLlM:
Damn.

SLlM:
Jesus, Murray.

I don't like this.

Somebody had to see us drag this

bloody son of a b*tch up here.

How is it he's not dead, Doc?

DOCTOR:
Chest wound alone

should have killed him.

Went in between his heart

and his lungs.

Hmm.

I'll be back tomorrow to work on

the fractures in his arms.

MURRAY:
Keep your mouth shut

and don't get seen.

He wants to win a fiddling

contest,that's his problem.

SLlM:
It'd be a good idea

if we got out of here,too.

[Door closes]

DOCK:
Kill me. Git.

JOE:
Hey.

We ain't leavin' you, Dock.

Now,when you wake up,

I'll be sittin' right here.

Don't pass nothin'

till you get to Texas.

Remember, no contactfor a year.

He didn't have a hat on,Willis.

God almighty.

[Baby crying]

Joe.

-God!

-Aah!

OFFlCER:

Visiting hours is over, pal.

MAN:
Fan him.

OFFlCER:

Yeah. He's just like the kid.

It's got an anchor on it.

-What's this about?

-What are you doing up here?

They told me I could

buy some beer up here.

MAN:
Come a long way

for a drink,Tex.

You got a name, candy boy?

Yeah, I got a name.

Name's Will Reed.

I'm an oilman, goddamn it,

and I'm throwin' a party--

OFFlCER:
Party's all over, pal.

MAN:

Got your buddies two hours ago.

That was an awful big score

you guys made last night.

It's too bad haIf the world

saw you guys coming up here.

WlLLlS:
I'm just a messenger

boy in this game, all right?

You seem like good old boys.

We could work something out.

OFFlCER:
Is that so?

WlLLlS:
I ain't got

none of that money.

But I can get my hands

on a nice chunk of it...

if you're interested.

SCHOEMAKER:
They say the value

of money is all relative.

This,for instance,

is only ten smackers.

It's nothing compared to

the millions you pinched...

but...

it can pack

a pretty hefty wallop.

Time's relative.

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