The Newton Boys Page #9

You're what, 22, 23?

You're gonna be 50 years old

before you get out of prison...

if I don't get some answers.

Got plenty of time.

Because...

I need you, Lou.

[Dock gasping in pain]

SCHOEMAKER:
Come on, man.

You can tell me, can't ya?

I know this hurts.

DOCK:
I hope I die first.

NURSE:
Chief Schoemaker,

there's a message for you.

They say it's urgent.

SCHOEMAKER:

Thanks. We'll talk later.

MAN:
Time's runnin' out, pal.

Looks like you've been jobbed.

WlLLlS:
She'll be here.

OFFlCER:
She?

WlLLlS:
Yep.

She's a business associate.

She doesn't have any idea

what this is about.

She's just bringing the money.

OFFlCER:
Ain't a skirt in

the world I'd trust with 20 Gs.

I'd be worrying about it

every time I let her down.

Every time she caught me

hanging a story on her.

Women never really

forgive youfor that stuff.

MAN:
We waited a haIf hour.

She ain't gonna show.

There she is.

I've got the money.

WlLLlS:

Good. You saw the papers?

LOUlSE:
Yeah.

WlLLlS:
We're just

business associates, Lou.

-You don't know nothin'.

-OK.

WlLLlS:

We're gettin' out of this, Lou.

When the time is right,

we're busting Joe and Dock out.

All right?

Hey, Lou...

OFFlCER:
This one's pretty.

You just business associates?

LOUlSE:
Back off,flatfoot.

MAN:

It's all here. Let him go.

OFFlCER:
Yeah, get lost.

Nice doing business with you,

candy boy.

SCHOEMAKER:
Let's have it.

You're in a lot of trouble.

You're comin' with me.

Take her down

to the precinct house.

OFFlCER:
Yes, sir.

WlLLlS:
Goddamn it!

Backstabbing Yankee bastards!

MAN:
Damn!

OFFlCER:
Couldn't you have

counted it a little faster?

SCHOEMAKER:

So you're the smart one, right?

I take a bird like you

downtown...

you get a lawyer,

you post bail...

I never see you again.

No, my friend, I'm taking you

up to Rockford...

where my cousin's the sheriff.

He's got a nice solitary box

up on the thirdfloor.

I think you'll like it.

Unless, of course,

you want to tell me where...

that post office loot is hidden?

WlLLlS:
So you can go tell

the feds about it?

SCHOEMAKER:
Most of it.

WlLLlS:
Sorry to disappoint,

but I ain't talking...

unless it's

to the man in charge.

And you ain't him.

ALDRlCH:
Yep, biggest one ever.

Makes quite a splash,

this kind of thing.

Well, nobody got hurt

but one of their own.

But all them zeros...

Yeah...public's gonna want

to see blood on this one.

What we got to do here

is put our heads together...

and try to figure out

who the inside man was.

I'm sorry, "inside"?

They knew every consignment

on that train.

Somebody high up on the inside

must have tipped them.

And I'll bet you my paycheck...

it was someone

right in your department.

Huh.

Hmm.

JESS AND DRlVER:
[Singing]

Alla en el rancho grande...

Alla donde vivia...

Hay una rancherita...

Que alegre me decia...

Que alegre me decia.

JESS:

Aqui est bien, amigo. Prate.

DRlVER:
OK. Aqui.

WlLLlS:
Thanks for coming, Lou.

I would have come sooner,

but they wouldn't let me.

WlLLlS:
I know.

Schoemaker give you

the long list of bad things...

that are gonna happen to me

if I don't tell what he wants?

He said you could go in

for life,Willis.

Ahh...could, if I don't

play my cards right.

They said you were in solitary?

Yeah.

How can you bear it?

Just sit there thinkin'.

'Bout you, mostly.

Swear it's like

you're there with me, Lou.

I can look into your eyes...

I hear your voice...

I even smell your hair.

I just think about being

in the same room with you, Lou.

Not talkin' or nothin'.

Just knowing you're there.

You have got quite a line,

Mr. Newton.

I suppose I do.

Lou...

you know all them things

I used to tell you I wanted?

All I want now

is to be with you.

FAHY:
Mr. Aldrich, I hope this

doesn't take too long.

I told my wife I would try

to make it home for dinner.

ALDRlCH:

No,won't take but a minute.

ln fact, it's right in here.

ALDRlCH:
Go ahead,take a peek.

FAHY:
Son of a gun.

ALDRlCH:

That's strange, isn't it?

A peephole looking

into the sorting room.

FAHY:
Son of a gun.

Anybody could have made this.

ALDRlCH:
Oh...

anybody exactly your height?

[Spits]

MAN:
Come on now!

[Shouting]

JESS:
What did I tell ya?

I ain't never been throwed.

Perfect record.

You owe me 50 Yankee dollars.

HAMER:

Hell of a ride, son. You win.

JESS:
That horse wasn't

near as mean as you said.

I come all the way from Mexico

for that?

Oh, not just that,Jess.

I'm Frank Hamer,Texas Rangers.

Folks up in Chicago would like

to have a little word with you.

[Laughs]

JESS:
Aw, hell. Sh--

JESS:
Frank Hamer.

Frank, how about you let me go,

I let you keep that 50?

[Chuckles]

HAMER:
I guess not.

JESS:
Uh-huh. You guess not.

Howdy!

[Kicks dirt] Sh*t.

SCHOEMAKER:
Take a good look.

GLASSCOCK:

That light's bugging me.

SCHOEMAKER:
Look familiar?

-Yeah, I know 'em.

-ldentify them.

GLASSCOCK:
Well, let's see...

this is Rube Waddell.

That's

Tris Speaker, Rogers Hornsby.

lsn't that Ty Cobb?

SCHOEMAKER:

Yeah,that's Ty Cobb.

Unh!

SCHOEMAKER:
You know this bird?

JESS:
Oh,yeah?

Looks like he was weaned

on a pickle, don't it?

[Laughs]

SCHOEMAKER:
Shut up.

Do you know him?

No, I don't,

and I wouldn't care to, neither.

You know,Jess,your brothers

have spilled the whole deal.

Well, great. You don't

need me then, do you?

Sit down!

Look, Chief,you are doing

a hell of a job on this case.

I want to congratulate you

on pulling us all in...

but you can squeeze

me and my brothers...

from now until Judgment Day...

and you ain't gonna get

word number one outta us.

Get outta here.

SCHOEMAKER:
We got you.

We got your brothers.

We got Murray.

We got Slim.

We even tracked down

your old pal Glasscock...

at a health spa in Battle Creek.

Still can't help you, sir.

I'm getting sick and tired...

of you stupid closemouthed

country--

ALDRlCH:

Go easy on that stuff, Chief.

SCHOEMAKER:
You're either

the smartest or the dumbest...

son of a b*tch

I ever dealt with.

ALDRlCH:
We've tried it

your way for three months...

and haven'tfound a nickel.

Let's try it mine.

-Hey,Willis. K.P. Aldrich.

-Howdy.

ALDRlCH:

Feel like I know you already.

You met Chief Schoemaker.

WlLLlS:
Oh,yeah.

ALDRlCH:
Sit, sit.

WlLLlS:
So, uh,youfrom

the federal government?

ALDRlCH:
That's right.

WlLLlS:
All right.

Well, it's about time.

-Uvalde, right?

-Yep.

-I'm from Austin myseIf.

-Pretty country.

That it is.

Look,Willis, I'm gonna

put it to you square.

We got to figure

some way out of this.

WlLLlS:
Yeah.

Well, I figure since

it's Joe's first offense--

Willis...

I got a file as thick

as your arm there...

on jobs youfellas pulled

all across the country.

I been following you boys

for a while now...

and I gotta hand it

to you,Willis...

you sure as hell had yourseIf

one hell of a gang.

But I'm sure some people

in the Justice Department...

might be interested

in digging up some old business.

All right.

If I deal, do we walk?

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