Thieves Like Us Page #9

His companion,

Elmo "Tommy Gun" Mobley,

was in the jail here under heavy...

Bowie A. Bowers, fast-triggered killer...

...still eluded late tonight

the combing search

of a posse that numbered

more than 300 peace officers

and irate citizens.

Mrs. Lula Masefield,

reputed wife of the slain bandit was...

(RADIO CLICKS OFF)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

BOWIE:
I'm back.

I don't see that it makes any difference

whether you came back here or not.

T- Dub's dead.

- And Chicamaw...

- I heard all that.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Doggone it, Keechie,

you know all about it?

When did you start thinking about me?

Thinking about you?

Surely you didn't think about me

when you were gone.

What?

You lied to me, you liar.

You took them.

It was me or them,

and you knew it and you took them.

All right.

You and me are through.

Don't touch me.

This how you wanna go, like this?

You lied to me! Liar!

Go on, then! Go. I won't stop you.

I don't want anything of yours.

You're a fool.

I'm not staying here.

You can't stop me.

I don't wanna leave you.

You wouldn't have let me go,

would you, Bowie?

I mean, even if I had wanted to.

You would have made me stay.

I know you would've.

I hope you done now, Bowie.

Sure, Keechie.

A whole, whole lot?

Yeah.

Maybe you better turn in.

I guess so.

That's what I'd do.

Tomorrow, you and me go picking grapes.

In California?

Bowie, I don't know

what you're talking about.

You'll see tomorrow.

Good night, T-Dub.

Well, this must be it.

What's this got to do with picking grapes?

Well, it says right up there,

"Grapes Motor Hotel,"

and this is Pickens. Don't you get it?

Oh, Bowie, that's dumb.

I think it's funny.

BOWIE:
Hello, Noel Joy.

- Hi.

- Remember me?

Yes, sir.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
We are proud

to present a new series,

The Heart of Gold, a story of...

Well, hello, Bowie.

Hi.

Just passing through?

I need a place, Mattie.

You and that Mobley girl?

Yeah.

Why here?

T- Dub said it would be all right.

T- Dub's dead.

Well, what's that got to do with it?

I don't want you here, that's all.

I'm trying to get Buddy out of jail,

and I just can't have you hanging around.

After all T-Dub did for you?

Well, he's dead now.

I've done all I'm gonna do in this.

Listen, Mattie, if it's money

that's holding you, don't worry about it.

I don't want any of your money.

All I want you to do is get off this place.

You put us up or there's gonna be trouble.

Bubba, you stop shooting off

those firecrackers!

Well, you can have number 13.

Well, that figures. Thanks, Mattie.

You're real people, just like T-Dub said.

Come on, Bubba.

Come on.

KEECHIE:
Bowie, I don't feel so good.

Maybe you drank too many Cokes.

This is our cabin right here.

Get in. Get in.

Bowie, something's really wrong with me,

and I mean it.

Can I just lay down somewhere?

Sure, honey. Maybe you want me

to get you something?

I don't know. I just sort of feel like

I'm gonna throw up or something.

Well, let's just get on inside.

BOWIE:
You're plumb out, honey.

If that Chicamaw was here,

we could beat him easy.

He's the only friend I got in this world.

And that Mexico, Keechie,

ain't but one person in this whole world

that can get us down there.

Just one.

Say it worked.

Say I run them roads

from here to that farm,

get there by tomorrow

and spring that boy.

Say it didn't work.

Yeah, say it flopped.

All right, Keechie.

There you are.

Where are you going?

It'll be okay, honey.

Can I come?

Oh, I can't come.

I feel terrible.

You just lay there and rest.

I'll be back here lickety-split.

From where?

Well, I've been thinking about my mama

and getting her some money

before you and me go to Mexico.

I'll be back here pretty soon.

Okay.

Hurry back.

Okay.

Hey, you know what

the Mississippi state tree is?

Oh, Bowie, I don't know.

It's the telephone pole.

Oh, Bowie.

(DOG BARKING)

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

I got a bench warrant

for a boy you got here.

You'll find him at camp six.

You see Captain Stammers.

- Stammers.

- Right.

Thank you.

(DOGS BARKING)

Captain Stammers?

STAMMERS:
That is me.

Well, I'm Sheriff Haviland, Smith County.

Well, come on in

if you've got some business with me.

MRS. STAMMERS:
How about some beans,

sugar? No?

You want a roll?

More potatoes?

What can I do for you?

I wanna see a boy you got here.

Elmo Mobley.

Mobley?

Well, that shouldn't be too difficult.

Having yard detail today.

The buildings around here

are all falling down,

but we do manage to get

the yard cleaned up once a month.

You've got papers for Mobley?

Well, I don't plan

to take him with me today.

I just wanna talk with him

a little on this trip.

A little more of that gravy there.

That is excellent.

That's the best.

You learned that from your mother.

I'm not criticizing your cooking,

but our mothers teach us lots of things.

Pass the fork.

Guess, I'll get fat.

Thank you, honey.

Well, listen,

why don't I go out and wait in my car?

You folks can finish your meal.

I think that's an excellent idea.

What you gonna have for supper?

I thought I'd make some spaghetti.

Excellent.

Like the same recipe Saturday night, huh?

You like that.

Yes, but thicker on the whole.

It ain't so much the weight,

but I got to buy me some more clothes.

Going now, doll, now.

Hey, don't get out of the car.

I'm not gonna walk back there.

Now, if you'll pull up

to the first squad working on the left here,

that's where your boy Mobley is.

I'll get him for you.

STAMMERS:
Bring Mobley over here.

Hey, old thing.

Indian.

Come on, Mobley.

Captain wants to see you.

Okay, time.

- Mobley.

- Yes, sir.

Get in the car.

Clean your feet off

before you get in the man's car.

You didn't stop by the state

to see the super, did you, Sheriff?

No. I didn't come that way.

I'll be stopping there

on the way back, though.

Give my regards to the super.

You didn't go to the convention, did you?

No, I didn't.

I was sheriff for 14 years.

I sure would have loved

to have made that convention this year.

I always had fun at those conventions.

All right, Captain, this is a break.

Put your hands on that windshield. Quick!

Come on, move!

We're going right out

through the front gate, Captain.

Don't you let on to nobody,

no way, you understand?

I understand.

This is gonna cost me, boys.

CHICAMAW:
I don't think

you should worry about it, Captain.

It's gonna cost me plenty.

Just tell that to the super, Captain.

Get your hands down.

You didn't fare so bad on that farm, boy.

This is gonna cost me plenty, boy.

- Goddamn it...

- Pipe down, Chicamaw, for Christ's sake.

(HORN HONKING)

CHICAMAW:
All right, Captain, get out.

Boys, this will cost me plenty.

I'm up for pension in two years.

I'm 63 years old.

Sh*t. You go on, Captain.

Come on, get into the woods.

It'll cost me plenty.

You stay here, Bowie. I'll tie him up.

Watch the road.

Keep moving!

(GUN FIRING)

Can I have my gun?

Did you shoot him?

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