Thieves' Highway Page #4

- Just wanted to give you a helping hand.

- That guy started from scratch.

- And he's still scratching.

You're not such a bad egg.

Everybody just got you wrong.

Two hundred bucks!

"You're a crook," I say.

And he says, "When you insult me,

look me in the eye."

Why don't you get up

and give the lady a seat?

- What'll you have, lady?

- Black.

- Match?

- No match.

- Looking for someone?

- Yeah, my partner.

You look tired.

You'd be tired, too,

if you drove 400 miles without sleep.

- Hey!

- Why don't you look where you're goin'?

- All right, all right.

- Come on. Get outta here.

You can sleep here Sundays.

Market's closed then.

You wanna come up

to my room and rest?

- What?

- I'm the friendly type.

No, I'm waiting for my partner.

I'm looking for his truck.

You can see the market

from my window.

No.

I think I'll wait here.

Sweet dreams.

Hey, those are potatoes,

not coconuts!

All right, all right, all right.

All right, let's go.

Hey. You talked me into it.

What do you got?

A penthouse?

- Here we are.

- Oh.

- Got a match?

- No match.

- It isn't the Ritz.

- No, it's a nice place.

Ahh!

Hmm. Soft.

Ever try sleeping in a truck?

You get the steering wheel in your ear.

You can sit down.

No wheels in this bed.

Thanks.

- You're French.

- Mm-mmm.

- I am Italian.

- Oh. I went swimming in Italy once.

- Yes? Where?

- A beach. Place called Anzio.

- Oh.

- It's a long way from Italy.

- It's a small worid.

- Okay.

Here's to...

friendship.

Long and sweet.

Ahh.

What's the matter?

Don't you like giris?

Sure I like giris.

Always wished I had a kid sister.

Wearing pigtails

down to here.

Giggling behind her hand

and throwing sparks out of her eyes.

You were somebody's

kid sister once.

And look at me now.

You look nice.

Nice face...

nice eyes

Nice.

- You look like chipped glass.

- Do I?

Yeah, like right now.

Took me a long time

to get that way.

Seagulls.

They fly over all the time.

They make me dream

of drowning.

Why?

How do you feel inside

when you look like glass?

I feel fine.

- I'm sorry I took a cut at you.

- Don't touch me!

Why did I do that?

Well.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, Riley.

Hiya, Fig.

Who you rookin' today?

If that's funny,

why ain't I laughin'?

Look, you see that truck?

It's been in front of my place all night.

Why don't you ask

the guy to move it?

See, now there's a great head for you.

See how fast he figured it out?

Bright. You find him and I'll ask him.

Say, that's the same truck.

The kid with the apples.

Well, will you get it out of there?

I can't do no business.

- I've got to talk to you.

- Get in there.

Get behind.

- Listen.

- What can I do for you, cutie?

You told me to get the guy off the street, and I did.

You didn't tell me he was hurt.

Oh, he's hurt, eh?

Hey, that's too bad.

Oh, you didn't know, did you?

Take him out of my room. He's in my bed.

Well, it's your bed, honey.

Here's your 50 bucks.

What you do with him is your business.

- You've got to get him out of my room!

- What's on the lady's mind?

The lady says

there's a gentleman in her bed.

Will you kindly show the lady

to the street?

- You heard the man.

- You've got to get him out.

- I'm losin' my patience!

- I'll get into trouble!

- You heard the man. He's losin' his patience.

- Hey, not that way. Go on.

- Hey, Fig!

- Yeah?

You can't get this thing out of here.

Look at that flat.

How do you like this guy?

Get a tow truck and pull him out.

Tow truck? Ten tons

on a chopped-up tire?

- Say, that baby's loaded.

- Well, then I'll unload it.

Now, now, slow down, Fig.

Another five minutes ain't gonna hurt you.

Gimme a chance to find the kid.

Everything happens to me.

The whole street, he's gotta break down

in front of my place.

- Tough luck.

- I'm the original Tough Luck Kid.

- Unload him?

- What else?

- Hey, how about the law?

- Charles. Explain.

Is the vehicle parked

in front of our joint?

- Yeah.

- Has it been parked there a long time?

- Yeah.

- Is it obstructing our place of business?

- Yeah!

- Well?

- We unload.

- Come on! We'll sell this stuff on consignment.

I'll give the kid a fair shake.

If that's against the law, I guess I'm a crook.

Yeah!

Hey, Gino, Alberto!

Come on!

Hey, Mario!

You want a good deal?

- With you? When hair grows here.

- Mario! Apples!

- Apples?

- Golden Delish.

- How much?

- For you, six and a half a box.

Fig, you big crook.

But I take 10.

Okay. Charles, take order.

Mario, 10 boxes.

Hey, Midge, Midge.

You want apples? You got 'em!

- Where'd you steal 'em?

- Oh, they dropped from heaven.

How many at six and a half?

- Twenty.

- Twenty boxes, Midge.

Charles, take Midge's order.

Twenty boxes.

Hey, Julio. Julio! Bring truck.

The crook's got apples.

Hey. Get up. Hey.

Oh, let me sleep, Ma.

Ed! Is that you, Ed?

- How long have I been here?

- Oh, not long.

- Fell asleep, huh?

- Oh, I thought you were

- Passed out?

- Uh-huh.

- Nah. I must have scared you.

- Oh, you did.

It's nothing.

Just a little blood.

- I thought you were going to die.

- Haven't got time.

Well, for your neck I have

a Band-Aid and "ee-o-deen."

Why, it isn't right, "ee-o-deen"?

Is right, "ee-o-deen."

You better let me

wash it off first.

Ohh!

- How did it happen?

- How did what happen?

- Your neck!

- Oh, that. I cut myself shaving.

- Oh.

- Hey, do you like apples?

Everybody likes apples,

except doctors.

You know what it takes to get an apple

so you can sink your beautiful teeth in it?

You gotta stuff rags up tailpipes,

farmers gotta get gypped...

you jack up trucks

with the back of your neck...

universals conk out

I don't know what

are you talking about.

But I have a new respect

for apples.

Cold water.

Makes me feel like a new man.

Oh, my.

Sit down.

- What's so funny?

- I don't know your name.

- Nick Garcos.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

- How does it look?

- Beautiful.

- You know, you're okay.

- Me, too?

Yeah, you, too. Going out of your way

to give me your bed

Someday I'll be sleepy,

and you'll give me your bed.

- You fixed my neck.

- Someday, maybe you'll buy me "ee-o-deen."

- Is right, "ee-o-deen"?

- Is right.

- Soft hands.

- Sharp nails.

- You like to make tough, huh?

- I am tough.

Mm.

Is that your truck

with the apples?

Is it?

Is it? The one that looks like

an army truck?

If they're your apples, Figlia's stealing them.

He's selling them

from the truck.

All right, take it easy!

Take it easy.

One at a time.

What do you want?

How come first Golden Delish you got?

How come biggest nose in the market you got?

- Hey, hello, buster.

- What are ya doin'?

- We're movin' 'em.

- How much you getting a box?

- Uh, three and a half.

- You're so bashful, Figlia.

Go ahead, tell him

what you're getting.

- He's getting six and a half.

- Oh, that's nice. Thanks.

Listen, your rig was in the way.

Couldn't move it without unloading 'em.

- I'm selling 'em for you, ain't I?

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