Thunder Road Page #2

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I admit he hasn't been busted | in the moon traffic yet.

We're in a business, Jess. | We keep up to date or go under.

Is my son up to date?

Seems to me he went under. I buried him.

- That ain't necessarily Luke's fault. | - It ain't?

He died trying to imitate Luke.

Let's check the facts. Since Luke came | back, arrests in this valley have doubled.

Why?

Because every sheriff and police officer | from here to Memphis is after him.

The Treasury Department's | got a special investigator to turn him up.

That's why the pressure's on everywhere.

I'm sorry you feel the way you do.

Luke never intended any harm | to come to your boy.

Whatever you all want to do, | me and Luke will abide by it.

But don't forget - and this | hasn't been mentioned here today -

we're in an illegal business.

We've always had the government on our | backs and now we've got another enemy.

Well, we'll have a show of hands.

Those opposed to Kogan's offer, | signify it.

Those approving Mr Kogan.

By majority consent, we do not accept.

Centlemen, I guess | that finishes the business.

- You change those plugs? | - Just cleaned 'em. They checked out.

- You think I'd short you on gas? | - No, but you might forget.

When can I go with you? | You can't fire that and handle the wheel.

Not now, Rob. Trouble on the roads.

- Did you phone? | - Yeah. Roxanna said the road's clear.

Sounds like a real twistification | down at the store. Cuitar music.

OK, let me out, kid.

Luke? Cood luck.

Thanks, kid.

- Jed, I just can't dance another step. | - OK, Roxy. Let's sit awhile.

OK.

Ain't this a lovely night?

Yes, it is, Roxy.

You know, Jed, folks are saying | this investigator, Barrett...

he was sent in special because of Luke.

Imagine that.

You imagine it. Roxy, I'm sick and tired | of hearing about Luke.

He ain't the only driver in the hills.

Here he comes now.

You can tell it's him when you hear those | pipes come grumbling down the road.

Big deal!

- You going out with Jed? | - Yeah. He's riding empty ahead of me.

Oh, that's a shame. | After I put on my best shaving lotion.

You smell sweet enough.

When you gonna get a job | down in Mama Dunn's dance hall?

No need to get mincey about it. You don't | have to shake that stuff all over yourself.

Maybe some day | you'll come tippy-toeing around -

even if you think you're the lord | of the valley cos you've been to a war -

but I may not be here!

Cood night, pretty girl. | You have a good time.

Cot a little shot up, eh, Luke?

- You burned some rubber too. | - Yeah. Things are rough all over.

Pretty good bead. | How much you carrying?

250 gallons. Clean and high proof.

You empty her out, Mac. | I've gotta do some phoning.

Yeah.

Hello? Hi-Hat?

Hi, Jim. Luke Doolin.

Can I talk to Francie, please?

She's on, huh? You crowded?

OK. I'll be along a little later.

Right.

Hello. Harry? Doolin.

Listen, Harry, I'm gonna need | a new left-rear window, left wind wing.

Yeah. Hail.

Maybe not in Memphis, but it was sure | hailing hard up in Chalk Cap tonight.

I'm gonna need it now. Tonight.

And, Harry? If one of those slobs of yours | so much as touches that motor,

I'm gonna come down | and spray you all bright green.

The keys are in it. | It's here at MacKenzie's.

All right, Harry.

One...

Eight, nine, ten...

1100, 1200, 1300 and 1400. OK?

Right.

Just a minute.

- That tank empty? | - Naturally.

Let's just check it and make sure, huh?

One of these days you're gonna leave | a little too much in that tank.

Conna cost me two years in jail.

I wish you'd remember that.

Won't you come home, my baby? | Won't you come home?

I miss you day and night

You have my promise, baby | From this day on

I swear I'd treat you right

Forget that rainy evening | when you walked out

With nothing but your brush and comb

It's not the same, I know I'm to blame

Baby, won't you please come home?

Forget that rainy evening

This'll slay ya!

I know I'm to blame

Baby, won't you please come home?

Baby, won't you please come home?

She's trying to make a living. | If you wanna bray, go find a barnyard.

The night was young

You shouldn't do things like this. | This is a nightclub and it's late.

- People pay to get a little drunk. | - All right.

I'll pick up the tab | for moonface and his friends.

- Ask him to please quit yakking. | - OK.

The whippoorwill sang sweet and low

The moon was low, our hearts were high

- Fellow would like to buy you a drink. | - Who?

- Fellow named Carl Kogan. That's his hat. | - Tell him no.

Luke, you don't say no | to a fellow like this.

Then tell him "No, thanks. "

Poor whippoorwill

The tree is bare

He wonders still why you're not there

I'm all alone beneath the tree

Where once you pledged | your love to me

My lonely heart...

The man would still | like to have a drink with you.

I said no.

Look... Here's his card.

A little friendly conversation | never hurt anybody.

Maybe I'll talk to him, maybe I won't.

If I were you, I would.

My lonely heart cries out for you

The whippoorwill

Is crying too

Howdy...

home folks.

- Finally decided to come see the man? | - Yeah. Finally made the time.

Creat. Let's go in.

We've got mills that'll blow | that heap of yours right off the road.

Carl Kogan? My name's Doolin.

I didn't mean to be rude, but...

...there's a bird making a nest out there.

It's working very hard.

So I'm trying him out - | different kinds of music.

That bird won't interrupt his work | for trashy stuff.

Cive him one of those modern ballads and | nothing happens - he just keeps working.

But slam him full-volume | with something real good -

Wagner, Bach or Beethoven - | and then he really takes off.

I'm kinda interested in that stuff. | What's on your mind, Mr Doolin?

- I don't like being shot at. | - Hardly anybody does.

I don't like people who slap my hat | around. So we'll make it short and sweet.

I control most of the action around here | and I'm taking over Rillow Valley.

If we talk business, you'll get | the price I quoted and we'll all be happy.

If not... I'll take you over anyway.

Like you took over Niles Penland?

An accident. Like you put | two of my boys over the falls last night.

That puts you one ahead. | I'm willing to leave it that way.

The biggest danger is if one | of the alcohol-tax boys gets knocked off.

Nobody beats a Federal murder rap.

They'll stalk the ridges until there | isn't a still left in Kentucky or Tennessee.

Then you good folks in Rillow Valley | can go back to raising bumblebee cotton.

- You think it's that easy? | - There's no middle way.

How rough do you want it?

He blatted me | and he baled out the window.

Crey Ford proceeding north | on State Street.

Violation 702. | Licence 5J 3174 Tennessee.

1950 grey Ford proceeding north | on State Street.

Violation 702.

- Might be our boy. | - With a new repaint job?

Right. Raider One to Raider Two.

Make contact immediately. | State Street cutoff.

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