White Lightning Page #3

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Just about anything on the road.

- It's a hot car.

- It's tuned up fine.

- Only two things I'm scared of.

- Only scared of two things? What's that?

- Women and the police.

- Women and the police.

You spend all your time

tryin' to hump 'em both, don't you?

You take it easy

in this machine in this county.

- We'll take it easy, Mr Connors.

- I know you will.

Women and the police.

Boy, that was cute. I mean that was cute.

- Ready?

- I was born ready.

We'll take State 102,

go in past the lumber-yard.

Think you can handle

that big machine all right?

Get on with it.

You just keep your eyes on the road

and your foot on the pedal.

All right, Harvey. What does that mean?

All right, JC. That means Ben Fairfield

says that county records may be...

- Thank you for taking care of that matter.

- My pleasure, Judge Tainey.

He says what?

The county records may be placed

in investigative custody,

in which case prior investigative function

may be retained by local authorities

over federal jurisdiction.

- Bogan County's still Bogan County.

- That's what I'm trying to tell you.

It's not the same. It can't be the same.

That's a bunch of stuff. Ben played football

with me. He puts his pants on...

- You're still coming for Sunday dinner?

- Fried chicken.

Benjamin Fairfield is now a US senator

and I'm down here in Bogan County

doin' the same thing his daddy did

when he was sheriff here

and I had a cell downstairs 'cause I burned

down the outhouse on the Fourth of July.

That was 25 years ago. Federal law

and state law's not what it was.

Dammit, Harv... Excuse me, Miss Martha.

- You don't believe everything you hear?

- Not workin' round here.

Now, look, JC, let me

explain it to you one more time.

Federal law and state law

is not what it was.

Harvey, you know, you need a haircut.

What's it the business of any income-tax

federal revenuer, anyway,

if Pot Willoughby

and any other old moonshiner

wants to put down his paper sack full

of money, like he's being doin' for years,

and I take that money and spread it around

among 25 men in my department

who do not make enough

to buy their wives

a washer, drier and all them things every

American family is supposed to have?

You tell me, Harvey,

is it better if a man pays

seven dollars a fifth for

government drinking-liquor in a dry county

or six bits a pint for shine?

Don't argue with me, JC. I'm with you.

Everybody in the department is.

- But you got to pull in your horns.

- Bull.

If Ben Fairfield says that Washington's

sending a man here snooping around,

he knows what he's talking about,

and maybe he's already here.

If that ain't a whiskey runner, I'll spit.

Hunkered down on his springs like that.

- Shall we get him?

- Let's go.

Kill the tape.

Oh, sh*t!

What the hell we got here?

Got a whiskey transporter

and a blocker car running east.

In pursuit on Farrel Road.

Son of a b*tch!

Well, I'll be damned.

Hey, Gator.

Guy in the body shop wants to know what

you did to the undercarriage on that car.

- I told you, I just dinged it up a little bit.

- Gonna ding your pocketbook.

That's her, the one

in the yellow dress up there.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Court-house closed?

The sheriff's office is open,

but that court is closed for the day.

- Where you get your licence renewed?

- The vehicle department closes at 5.30.

Dammit!

Sorry.

They close at 5.30. It's after 5.30 now.

Gonna be in trouble now.

When did your licence expire?

February. That's my birthday.

- I guess I'm gonna catch hell.

- No.

They don't even fine you

or anything like that.

You just renew it and that's all.

- Do you work up in the court-house?

- I work at the sheriff's office.

- That's good.

- You don't have a lot of tickets, do you?

No. I just wanna get my licence renewed.

- What time does the court-house open?

- Nine o'clock.

I'm gonna have to stay here all night.

Do you know where I can get supper?

- Right down there at the Citadel Caf.

- Any good?

Oh, yeah.

They got a real nice dining room.

I know you're gonna think

this is dumb, but...

...I hate to eat alone.

You know somethin'?

I hate to eat alone, too.

Yeah?

Come on.

No.

Listen, I know you.

No, you don't.

I got an idea, honey.

I just want a goodnight kiss.

- You sure?

- Lay one on me.

No, I don't think so. I'm not so sure.

Oh, honey. You're too much.

Honey, I know that you want me to dig out

a lot of tickets or somethin' like that.

And, honey, there ain't a chance.

No chance.

What tickets?

I ain't got no tickets!

What the hell you talking about tickets?

That ain't what I want at all!

Ow! Son of a...

Thank you, Maggie. When are you gonna

leave that old boy and marry me?

Sugar, you ain't asked me.

Dude, don't you want another piece of pie?

No, I don't want any pie.

Well, what do you think?

I can jerk the head,

but I can't give it to you before Tuesday.

Ain't there someplace around here

you can find that's open?

- I gotta make a pick-up at Big Bear's.

- Let Gator do it for you.

You said he's the best blocker

you ever had.

I can't understand that damn pushing rod

going out on me like that! Damn!

- How you doin'?

- Everybody I can.

Big Bear just might kick my butt

if I take you out there to make a pick-up.

- I could sure use the money.

- Don't look like I got much of a choice.

- Roy, it'll be all right.

- Hell, what do you know?

Damn! I hate to mess up

a man's car like that.

You can fix it back, can't you?

Pick me up some new licence plates.

Come on back.

Is that Roy?

Yeah. He's got Lou and a fella with him.

- Who is it? Harry Noonan?

- I don't know. Honey, be still.

You know, I never heard of no Roy Goober

runnin' whiskey round Martinsville.

Yeah? He's my cousin.

Everybody's heard of him.

- Who'd you say he was? Gator what?

- McKlusky.

- You sure you know who he is?

- Hell, Big Bear. Gator's all right.

I threw a rod on my car.

Well, you boys let that be. He'll finish it up.

Come on in and eat a bite.

That's a good idea. I'm so hungry I could

eat the tail-end out of a hobby-horse.

- You got a hell of an operation here.

- I got 15 men piddling around.

If I didn't give 'em something to do,

they'd be sucking wind.

How many gallons do you run a month?

- 3,000 or so.

- Whoo!

- We fit our stacks different.

- We gotta keep 'em out of sight.

The feds have got TV doodads, helicopters

and every other thing snoopin' around.

Like a bunch of old hens scratching

a manure pile for sunflower seeds.

You can eat my grub.

I'll let you haul my whiskey.

But don't you ever do me no wrong!

How would you like that knife

shoved up your ass?

I wouldn't like that at all.

Let's go eat some greens.

But you remember what I told you.

That smells so nice, that honeysuckle.

Gator, tell me somethin'.

Was you scared back there when old

Big Bear pulled that pigsticker on you?

Scared shitless.

I knew it.

- Gonna hate to see old Big Bear leave.

- Why's that?

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