Thieves' Highway Page #7

What are you doing here?

We crossed you up, Nick.

We sold to Figlia, too.

- Where is he? You know where he is?

- Yeah.

Well, where? Where?

- He's out earnin' an honest buck.

- Come on. Tell me!

Will ya take it easy. I am telling ya.

What was your partner's name?

- Ed. Ed Kinney.

- That's him.

- Figlia and Pete went out to pick up his load.

- Did Ed come in?

- No, he didn't come in.

- Did he send word he broke down?

He broke down all right,

but he didn't send any word.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

I'm trying to tell ya.

He cracked up at Altamont.

His truck went off the road and burned.

What happened to Ed?

He burned, too.

Nick, Nick.

Why didn't I tail him?

It wouldn't have happened.

Don't murder yourself, kid.

We was right in back of him.

There was nothing nobody could do.

- What do you mean Figlia went

out to pick up his load?

- That's what he's doin'.

Figlia's paying Pete four bits a box

to take them apples off the road.

Why didn't you go along?

Don't you want your cut?

Four bits a box.

Four bits a box.

- Four bits a box!

- Nick, Nick, now, Nick

- Nick, take it easy.

- Four bits a box!

They'll rook you in the grave!

Four bits a box!

- Nick Guys, take it easy.

- Four bits a

- Leave him alone, leave him alone.

- Four-bit box.

What a man, Figlia.

He gets around.

That guy crippled

my old man.

Nick!

Nick. Oh, Nick,

let me talk to you.

Leave me alone, Rica.

Where in Altamont?

- You know, them hairpin curves.

- Nick, Nick

Oh, please,

don't let him go.

No, no, honey.

Don't try to stop him.

All right, all right.

Shove over, kid. I'll drive.

Hello? Hello? Give me the police.

Quickly! Quickly!

Okay, set 'em up, Frank.

Hey, come on in.

Take that booth. Sit down.

A little business,

a little pleasure. Huh?

Hey, did you

get them all?

Hey, Pete, it's a party.

Go on.

Look. Prizes.

Go on. Take it.

You earned it.

What are you

gonna have, Charles?

A malted.

A bourbon malted!

Hey, Pete, what's the matter?

Why you ain't laughin'?

Hey, that's how I got

my chest, laughing, see.

It's good for the lungs.

It expands. Yeah?

I can't laugh.

This stuff was sitting on me.

I got something to tell you.

You're a truck jockey now. You know what

you're gonna be when you grow up?

A truck jockey.

Huh?

Hey! Hey, how are you, buster?

Come on in.

Hey, you know what he's gonna be

when he grows up?

Secretary of the Treasury.

Come on.

Sit down.

Hey, two more drinks!

How is it, buster?

You know, Pete.

You're not a good businessman.

You got two bucks a box.

Ask Figlia what he paid me.

You got three bucks. He told me.

Ask him what he paid me.

I'm askin', Fig.

What is this?

We're havin' a party.

You gave him more

than three bucks.

Suddenly I don't like the company.

I'm leaving.

He paid me six and a half.

Suddenly, I like the party.

I'm beginnin' to laugh.

You got no right to get rough, Pete.

You agreed to it.

A deal's a deal.

That's right. You got your money,

so shut up.

You got paid in cash.

What I got

is a lot of smoke.

Sure, Pete.

There's always a guy

like Figlia to take you.

But you You're the kinda guy

who plays both sides.

You'll always be taken.

Listen, cocky boy, you got your money.

At least 10 witnesses know you got it.

That's right.

I gotta shut up.

Pete's gotta shut up.

How 'bout Ed?

How about Ed?

Four bits a box.

How about Ed?

You're crazy.

You busted my hand.

Does my pop

have to shut up?

You cut off both his legs.

Put your hand

on the table.

Or I'll crack your skull.

Put it down.

That's enough, kid.

That's enough.

I want to hit him

for my pop!

Sit down and watch.

It's a party, ain't it? Floor show.

You rotten drunks!

They'll pay for anything they break.

Take it easy, pop.

Take it out of this.

I was I was gonna

pay your old man.

I was gonna show you

the check in the office.

- Here, take the cash.

- What about that dough you rolled him for?

I'll make it good.

Here, I'm paying you. See.

Look at it all.

I'm paying. Take it.

Take Why don't you take your money?

Why don't you take

For my pop!

For my pop!

For my pop!

Nick, the cops!

All right, Mouse,

which one?

- Him.

- Who roughed him up?

- I did.

- Was it your old man that lost his legs in the truck?

Yeah, that was

my old man.

Okay, beautiful, come on.

Look, mister, that don't give you license

to beat up people.

You can't take the law

into your own hands.

Taking care of guys

like Figlia is our job.

Now cut.

Aha.

You must be careful.

The next lady you meet...

she wants your money.

Blonde or brunette?

Well, she looks

very much like me.

And now you.

Your future.

Excuse me, fellas.

She's with me.

Hello, Nick.

Are you all right?

Yes. Thanks.

Thanks for everything.

- It's all right.

- Come on.

- Where?

- With me.

- But, Nick

- I like the way you wear your hair.

Amore.

Hey, what about my future?

Uh, I don't know

about your future.

But here.

Maybe you can read mine.

You'd better practice

saying "I do."

When we get to Tracy,

we're gonna be married.

- Is right?

- Is right.

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