They Live by Night

I knew that tire had to go.

You talk too much.

- Please, mister, please.

- Uh-uh.

Yeah.

- Now what?

- Now to get to that brother of yours.

- Get that dough you got stashed away.

- Let's go, let's go. Come on.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- It's his foot.

- How far we gotta go?

- Ten, 15 miles.

- You two go on.

- Hole up here, back of the sign.

One of us will come back tonight,

blink the headlights.

- At least you got company.

- Take it easy, son.

I'll take it easy.

I got a lawyer in Tulsa to see.

- You having trouble?

- Could be.

Who are you?

You live around here?

Could be.

Haven't had a couple of visitors lately,

have you?

That wouldn't be sore foot

making you limp, would it?

Could be.

I got some other stuff to pick up.

Get in or we'll both get pneumonia.

They took their own sweet time

sending for me.

Who are you?

They sent this for you. Get in.

I'll take that stuff.

You go around the shed

through the trees, a cabin back there.

Look who's here.

- Hello, son.

- You took your time getting here.

What you and that gal been doing,

swimming?

Say hello to Mobley,

Chickamaw's brother.

I told you she'd find them.

- She's a weasel, that daughter of mine.

- Tired?

Sorry we had to keep you waiting.

It had to be that way.

Here, kid. This will fit better

over that bandage.

You're welcome.

A thousand dollars.

That enough for a used car?

Could be.

You can't tell, though.

The way things are, you could--

Well, that'd be my daughter.

Hello, Miss Keechie.

Here's 500 more.

That's 1500 for the car.

Can't have you coming back

in no rattletrap, not for this trick.

Fifteen hundred bucks

for a second-hand car?

That's right.

Whoever sells them for that?

- That's worse than robbing a bank.

- They're thieves, just like us.

Now, don't forget the clothes.

Tell Mattie the first big dough

goes to get her man out of jail.

- Tell here that or she won't come.

- Oh, I'll tell her for sure.

Well, so long, fellows.

I'll try to get back here with Mattie

before tomorrow night.

Hey, big brother, stay sober.

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

Oh, I won't touch a drop. Not a drop.

Of course, he won't.

We take care of our friends, Mobley.

I know. I know that, T-Dub.

Keechie, you'll take care of the station,

won't you?

So long.

"You'll take care of the station."

He never did a lick of work in his life,

that brother of mine.

Did you catch the look on his face?

He's still trying to figure out

where I had that dough hid.

Can't you make that stove work?

He'd have grabbed it, too,

wouldn't he, Keechie?

You show him how, Miss Keechie.

That's one machine

he don't know nothing about.

Here.

Thanks.

That boy's some gallant, ain't he?

And he got a soft heart

and a head to match.

His head looks all right to me.

That little girl don't think

any too much of us.

Her ma was just the same way, always

acting like she was the queen of Romania.

Keechie's mom?

Know what she did? Ran off with a fella

and now they're running a medicine show.

No matter how I turn it, we're short.

We need another thousand dollars.

Hey, we're in it.

"Prison farm break.

The escape of three lifers was announced

today by Warden E. Gaylord

of the state prison farm.

The fugitives, who kidnapped a farmer

on their flight, are El--"

"Elmo 'One-Eye' Mobley."

Always "One-Eye."

They always mention that.

"R.T. Waters, farmer of Akota,

gave a description of the three men

who commandeered his car

at the point of a gun."

I should have blasted his head off

with that shotgun.

- Chickamaw, come here.

- Still, it's all they can talk about.

This dance hall, The Meadowbrook,

you know it?

Sure, I know it.

Used to be my old stomping ground.

They're having themselves

a little dance tomorrow night.

Enough we could take there

for a small cushion for the Zelton job?

Sunday night? Yeah, that could...

That One-Eye. They didn't print

a very big piece about us either.

Wish it was only two lines.

Newspapers raise more heat

than anything.

In a few days,

they'll really have something to print.

- Yeah.

- Three boys like us?

We can charge any bank in the country,

any bank.

- How many have you knocked over?

- Enough.

I've done a few myself.

You're in luck, kid,

you're traveling with real people.

Takes three to charge a bank,

and we're the Three Mosquitoes.

We move fast. Can you take it?

- Me?

- You.

Sure, I can rib myself up to anything.

Maybe.

You ribbed yourself up once

to killing a man, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Yeah.

I sure did.

Get in there.

Close the door.

Get down.

Highway patrol, this time every night.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, 10.

Okay.

Thanks.

I don't guess I know much about

talking to women, or how to talk, I--

- How old are you?

- 23.

- How long were you in that prison?

- Seven years.

What did that Chickamaw

tell you about me?

Patrol back?

Well, you ought to be happy now.

You finally hit something.

Shut up.

I thought I told you to stay sober.

Yeah, I had a tough time.

He had a tough time.

The way he was driving.

Oh, shut up.

- Hello, Mattie.

- That the best you could send?

Shut up.

I had a tough time.

I got everything done though,

just like you told me.

Hey, it's good to see you, Mattie.

We got planning and thinking to do.

Lucky he didn't bust up something

before we got here.

Way that guy was driving,

I was ready to jump.

Shut up.

Bowie, you better fix this tire

and check the car.

How's my brother?

- He's still in there.

- I know.

- Did you see him?

- Yup.

Chickamaw.

Had a tough time.

Come on.

Slippery.

I can handle him.

She's my daughter.

Keechie.

Keechie?

Oh, where's my daughter?

Keechie?

You like your old man?

Do you like yours?

Not much.

- Is it true your ma ran off with a guy?

- Yes.

My ma took up with a guy

who ran a pool hall.

Pa used to take me there.

One night, he and this guy

were having an argument.

I thought it was part of the game.

Never did see a pool game

that didn't have an argument.

Pa raised his cue and...

Other guy had a gun.

Pa turned to me like he was trying

to say something.

I saw his face. White.

Like he was gonna cry.

And the blood running into his eyes.

My ma went to live with the guy

that killed him.

Got a cigarette?

You smoke a lot.

I don't want one.

Haven't got one.

How's it coming?

All right.

I just wanna make sure you were okay.

The two of you.

Nothing for you to worry about.

Chickamaw.

Better get a move on.

We got some traveling to do.

Fine company you're running with.

I suppose you thought

you had to get out of that prison.

Didn't see any use doing any more time.

Wasn't getting me nowhere.

- Out here, even the air smells different.

- Where do you think you'll get with them?

That Chickamaw, he lives for trouble,

even if he is my uncle.

Oh, he's wild all right,

but T-Dub's steady.

Maybe.

- If I wasn't so hot, you know what I'd like?

- What?

Like to have me a filling station.

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