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That's too bad. I was hoping you were there. Maybe you could help us catch the guy who got away. Or maybe you could explain about all that money that got tore up when Jamilla shot that biker.
Wish I could help, Sheriff. But if you'll excuse me I'm going over to Harlin's to pick up my car. Then I'm getting the hell out of this place.
Stay as long as you like, son. No rush.
Maybe not for you, Sheriff, but I think I've had my fill of your little town.
Nice night for a drive. Morning really. I guess that's about the only way to keep cool; riding around with the top down on a fancy convertible in the first hours of the day.
Not taking a drive, Sheriff. Heading out of town.
Suppose you've had all you can of Sierra. What with that ruckus you had with Toby. Oh yes, I heard all about that.
Sheriff, he didn't give me any choice. If I hadn't defended myself
Just cool down, son. I ain't accusing you of anything. Serves Toby right to get his ass whooped. If you hadn't done it, somebody else would've.
Is there a problem up the road, Sheriff?
Nope. No problems up the road.
Why don't you step out of the car, son?
I don't understand what the
Just step from the car. Nice and slow.
Sure, Sheriff.
Now step around to the back of the car and open the trunk for me.
What for?
I think you might just want to do as I say.
There's nothing in the trunk, Sheriff.
And as soon as I see that you're on your way.
You bitch! You were in on it froom the start!
Shut up! The both of you. Ain't neither one of you too smart. Especially you, boy. Don't you think I had my eye on you since first you rolled into town? You smell like trouble. Stink of it like a ripe cesspool.
I didn't do anything.
Killing Jake McKenna's got to amount to something. He wasn't much of a man, but that don't give you the right to murder him. And don't tell me you didn't, 'cause I know you did. I was there. Like I said; I been watching you.
That's what this is all about? A shakedown? You picked the wrong people. We don't have any money.
Sure you do. Everybody in town knows about the money Jake kept hid in the house. It's a wonder the Mrs. here just now got round to killing him. Not for lack of trying.
What'd you think, boy? That you were the first man to drift through this town she came on to? Not by a long shot. You're just the most gullible. How much did you get?
Thirtythousand dollars.
You ain't passing these test, son. If I can't trust you I'm gonna have to arrest you . . .
Nobody's going to hang. We're all gonna walk away with a little something. I ain't a greedy man. And, hell, you did all the work. Onehundredthousand dollars. Split that three ways and it comes out to about thirtythree thousand. Give or take.
And you're taking?
John, what a surprise. I expected to be seeing you, not talking to you over the phone.
I know, Mr. Vesci. I know. I was on my way to you, it's just . . . what a day I've had. You're not going to believe what's happened to me. I had the money, I swear I had it. I was on my way to you when my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.
That's a shame, John. A real shame.
You don't know the how, Mr. Vesci. And that's not the half of it. I've got your money, and I go into this little grocery store to get something to eat and it gets robbed.
Let me guess. This robber; he gets your money.
No. He gets shot by the old lady.
The old lady?
With a shotgun. It kills him, and it shreads the money. I mean, what are the odds?
You're the gambler. You tell me.
I had to beat it before the cops showed up. I don't have a cent to my name. I can't even get my car out of the garage. I tell you, Mr. Vesci, if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have any at all. So, I was wondering if you could wire me a hundred fiftydollars so I could get my car. I'll pay it back with the rest of the money.
Let me get this straight: You owe me thirteenthousand dollars, you call me collect then ask me to wire you onehundredfifty dollars just so you can get your car fixed.
A hundredfortyfive really.
A hundred and . . . Now you listen to me you deadbeat, little punk: I don't care if you got hit by a truck and run over by a steamroller. You owe me thirteenthousand dollars and I want it. I don't care how you get it, or where from, but I want it on my desk tomorrow, or I'll show you what real bad luck is.
Do you understand me you little fuck?
Yes, Mr. Vesci.
And John, don't make me come look for you.
Fucking kid. And look at you; breaking fucking pencils. You're a Neanderthal.
Hello? Hello!? Operator, I got disconnected. Hello . . .
I wasn't doing anything.
That's not the way it looked to me. Looked to me like you was trying to make time with her.
Make time? Is everybody in this town slap happy?
Look, pal, I wasn't making a play for your girl.
You expect me to believe that?
I don't care what you believe as long as you leave me alone.
Mister, I'm calling you out.
What? You want to fight? Over her?
You're fucked.
You know who I am? Toby N. Tyler. My friends call me TNT. You know why?
They're not very imaginative?
'Cause I'm just like dynamite. And when I go off somebody gets hurt.
Fine. I was making time with your girl. Now I'm all scared, and I'll never make that mistake again. Now go away.
Not before I settle with you.
Christ, I don't believe this.
Stand up.
I wasn't hitting on your girl!
Stand up, Mister, or I'll beat you where you sit.
Mister!
Oh, shit!
That's right, Mister. You better be afraid. I told you it wasn't over, but you didn't listen. Now I find you sneakin' around with my girl behind my back.
I wasn't sneaking around with your girl. Would you please tell him?
Oh, that tears it, Mister. I'm gonna bust you up but good. I'm gonna bust you into a million pieces and then . . . and then bust those pieces up, and then . . . and then spread them all around. That's what I'm gonna do. You don't know what you're dealing with, Mister. I'm crazy. I'm psycho crazy.
Yeah, I know. You're TNT. Just like dynamite. When you go off somebody gets hurt. All right. Let's do this.
Get up, Mister! Don't ever let it be said Toby Tyler beat the living shit out of someone without giving them a fair chance.
What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?
I'm doing what any man would do if he'd been offended. I'm beating you up.
You stupid punk! You don't even know what you're fighting over!
My honor, that's what I'm fighting over. Now get up off the ground, or do I have to whoop you where you lie?
Now, what's this?
Give it to me!
Mexico? You're going to Mexico?
I'm leaving. You never have to see me again. Just please, give me the ticket!
This means something to you? Jenny means something to me.
Nooo!
I'm gonna beat you so bad you gonna be eatin' nothing but soup the rest of your days. Rain dogs is gonna be prettier than you when I'm done. I'm gonna mess you up so bad you gonna make your own momma sick. I'm gonna . . .
Hey, Mister. You gotta quarter?
What?
I wanna play a song on the juke. You got a quarter?
What happened to your hand?
Accident, and yeah, I got to be more careful.
Got any requests?
That country shit all sounds the same to me.
How about I pick one out for you?
You like Patsy Cline? I just love her. How come, I wonder, she don't put out no more new records.
She's dead.
Gee, that's sad. Don't that make you sad?
I've had time to get over it.
You're not from around here, are you? Where you from?
Oz.
You ain't from Oz. Oz is in that one movie.

That's too bad. I was hoping you were there. Maybe you could help us catch the guy who got away. Or maybe you could explain about all that money that got tore up when Jamilla shot that biker.

Wish I could help, Sheriff. But if you'll excuse me I'm going over to Harlin's to pick up my car. Then I'm getting the hell out of this place.

Stay as long as you like, son. No rush.

Maybe not for you, Sheriff, but I think I've had my fill of your little town.

Nice night for a drive. Morning really. I guess that's about the only way to keep cool; riding around with the top down on a fancy convertible in the first hours of the day.

Not taking a drive, Sheriff. Heading out of town.

Suppose you've had all you can of Sierra. What with that ruckus you had with Toby. Oh yes, I heard all about that.

Sheriff, he didn't give me any choice. If I hadn't defended myself

Just cool down, son. I ain't accusing you of anything. Serves Toby right to get his ass whooped. If you hadn't done it, somebody else would've.

Is there a problem up the road, Sheriff?

Nope. No problems up the road.

Why don't you step out of the car, son?

I don't understand what the

Just step from the car. Nice and slow.

Sure, Sheriff.

Now step around to the back of the car and open the trunk for me.

What for?

I think you might just want to do as I say.

There's nothing in the trunk, Sheriff.

And as soon as I see that you're on your way.

You bitch! You were in on it froom the start!

Shut up! The both of you. Ain't neither one of you too smart. Especially you, boy. Don't you think I had my eye on you since first you rolled into town? You smell like trouble. Stink of it like a ripe cesspool.

I didn't do anything.

Killing Jake McKenna's got to amount to something. He wasn't much of a man, but that don't give you the right to murder him. And don't tell me you didn't, 'cause I know you did. I was there. Like I said; I been watching you.

That's what this is all about? A shakedown? You picked the wrong people. We don't have any money.

Sure you do. Everybody in town knows about the money Jake kept hid in the house. It's a wonder the Mrs. here just now got round to killing him. Not for lack of trying.

What'd you think, boy? That you were the first man to drift through this town she came on to? Not by a long shot. You're just the most gullible. How much did you get?

Thirtythousand dollars.

You ain't passing these test, son. If I can't trust you I'm gonna have to arrest you . . .

Nobody's going to hang. We're all gonna walk away with a little something. I ain't a greedy man. And, hell, you did all the work. Onehundredthousand dollars. Split that three ways and it comes out to about thirtythree thousand. Give or take.

And you're taking?

John, what a surprise. I expected to be seeing you, not talking to you over the phone.

I know, Mr. Vesci. I know. I was on my way to you, it's just . . . what a day I've had. You're not going to believe what's happened to me. I had the money, I swear I had it. I was on my way to you when my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

That's a shame, John. A real shame.

You don't know the how, Mr. Vesci. And that's not the half of it. I've got your money, and I go into this little grocery store to get something to eat and it gets robbed.

Let me guess. This robber; he gets your money.

No. He gets shot by the old lady.

The old lady?

With a shotgun. It kills him, and it shreads the money. I mean, what are the odds?

You're the gambler. You tell me.

I had to beat it before the cops showed up. I don't have a cent to my name. I can't even get my car out of the garage. I tell you, Mr. Vesci, if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have any at all. So, I was wondering if you could wire me a hundred fiftydollars so I could get my car. I'll pay it back with the rest of the money.

Let me get this straight: You owe me thirteenthousand dollars, you call me collect then ask me to wire you onehundredfifty dollars just so you can get your car fixed.

A hundredfortyfive really.

A hundred and . . . Now you listen to me you deadbeat, little punk: I don't care if you got hit by a truck and run over by a steamroller. You owe me thirteenthousand dollars and I want it. I don't care how you get it, or where from, but I want it on my desk tomorrow, or I'll show you what real bad luck is.

Do you understand me you little fuck?

Yes, Mr. Vesci.

And John, don't make me come look for you.

Fucking kid. And look at you; breaking fucking pencils. You're a Neanderthal.

Hello? Hello!? Operator, I got disconnected. Hello . . .

I wasn't doing anything.

That's not the way it looked to me. Looked to me like you was trying to make time with her.

Make time? Is everybody in this town slap happy?

Look, pal, I wasn't making a play for your girl.

You expect me to believe that?

I don't care what you believe as long as you leave me alone.

Mister, I'm calling you out.

What? You want to fight? Over her?

You're fucked.

You know who I am? Toby N. Tyler. My friends call me TNT. You know why?

They're not very imaginative?

'Cause I'm just like dynamite. And when I go off somebody gets hurt.

Fine. I was making time with your girl. Now I'm all scared, and I'll never make that mistake again. Now go away.

Not before I settle with you.

Christ, I don't believe this.

Stand up.

I wasn't hitting on your girl!

Stand up, Mister, or I'll beat you where you sit.

Mister!

Oh, shit!

That's right, Mister. You better be afraid. I told you it wasn't over, but you didn't listen. Now I find you sneakin' around with my girl behind my back.

I wasn't sneaking around with your girl. Would you please tell him?

Oh, that tears it, Mister. I'm gonna bust you up but good. I'm gonna bust you into a million pieces and then . . . and then bust those pieces up, and then . . . and then spread them all around. That's what I'm gonna do. You don't know what you're dealing with, Mister. I'm crazy. I'm psycho crazy.

Yeah, I know. You're TNT. Just like dynamite. When you go off somebody gets hurt. All right. Let's do this.

Get up, Mister! Don't ever let it be said Toby Tyler beat the living shit out of someone without giving them a fair chance.

What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?

I'm doing what any man would do if he'd been offended. I'm beating you up.

You stupid punk! You don't even know what you're fighting over!

My honor, that's what I'm fighting over. Now get up off the ground, or do I have to whoop you where you lie?

Now, what's this?

Give it to me!

Mexico? You're going to Mexico?

I'm leaving. You never have to see me again. Just please, give me the ticket!

This means something to you? Jenny means something to me.

Nooo!

I'm gonna beat you so bad you gonna be eatin' nothing but soup the rest of your days. Rain dogs is gonna be prettier than you when I'm done. I'm gonna mess you up so bad you gonna make your own momma sick. I'm gonna . . .

Hey, Mister. You gotta quarter?

What?

I wanna play a song on the juke. You got a quarter?

What happened to your hand?

Accident, and yeah, I got to be more careful.

Got any requests?

That country shit all sounds the same to me.

How about I pick one out for you?

You like Patsy Cline? I just love her. How come, I wonder, she don't put out no more new records.

She's dead.

Gee, that's sad. Don't that make you sad?

I've had time to get over it.

You're not from around here, are you? Where you from?

Oz.

You ain't from Oz. Oz is in that one movie.