Six Pack

Hey, pops!

How about 10 bucks worth of regular while I use your john?

No.

Hey!

Anybody out there?

Can anybody hear me?

I'll get this son-of-a-bitch open.

Holy shit!

Oh...

Not my new engine.

Oh, great.

Warn me, Lord.

Damn!

Don't you like it?

I was that loud.

No, I meant the chili.

It's OK. I guess I'm just not very hungry.

Anything else then?

Bring me another coke and change that station for me.

Sure.

Two chocolate shakes and two burgers to go, well done.

Shake, two browns, two plains a walkin', kill 'em.

Now...

I'm Ludi.

I'm Brewster.

May I ask you a question?

Long as it's personal.

You lived around here long?

Why?

You goin' to take me away?

Not what exactly what I have in mind.

I know what you got in mind. And I'd like to.

But, I'm working.

Ludi, I got a problem.

Like I told you.

Wait 'til after work and I'll solve it for you.

Now, I just bet you could, too.

Ya know, someone stole some parts off my car this morning.

- Suppose there's any chance that maybe... - About time I got back to work.

Damn it! They've done it again!

Hey, come back here! You forgot the check!

What about my tip?

I'm calling the cops, you hear?

Damn!

Son-of-a-bitch!

Oh, shit!

Hey!

Hurry up!

My God! Those are just kids.

Come on.

Come on.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Here we go.

- Breezy, come and get me! - Hey!

Little Harry's still out there.

- Come and get me, Breezy! - Little Harry!

Hurry up, mister!

- Come on, mister. Get him! - Get him!

OK, kid. You OK?

Get on my back.

Wait a second.

OK, get on.

Put your hands around my neck.

Hurry!

- Come on! - Come on, hurry!

Hurry up!

Hurry up, mister.

Hold on. We got you.

You wanna die, mister?

Oh, God. I hope so.

Damn!

Mister, you look like shit.

But, put it there anyhow.

Wouldn't for you, I'd lost my kid brother.

Hey, I hope to hell my parts are not in that truck.

No, sir. They already been delivered.

Delivered to who?

Oh, you're not talking , huh?

Well, we'll see how much talking you do when we get to your parents, OK?

Hold it, damn it. That's our truck sinking out there.

You'll get your truck back when I get my parts back, pal.

Come on.

Thanks to you guys, my trailer hitch is screwed up too.

Look, if we can't fix it, it ain't broke, all right? Take it easy, mister.

That ain't no lie.

There's the steel side.

Hey, your safety latch is jammed. That's all.

It's easy.

OK, count off Harry.

One thousand one.

One thousand two.

One thousand three.

One thousand four.

One thousand five.

One thousand six.

One thousand seven.

One thousand twenty two.

One thousand twenty three.

One thousand twenty four.

One thousand twenty five.

All right. There it is.

How's that, mister?

My brothers don't mess around.

That's Doc. He's the family genius.

This is Louis. He does the heavy work.

That's Steven, our accountant.

I don't like being an accountant.

That's Little Harry.

He's too small to do much except time things.

We call him that after our Pa, Big Harry.

And this is Swifty.

I guess we call him our mouth piece.

And I'm Heather. I just do the driving.

It's Breezy.

Heather.

We're the Aikens family.

Call her Breezy.

- Heather. - Breezy.

Hold it.

Come here.

Where do you guys live?

Back the way we came.

OK, I want two of you to help me hitch up this trailer.

And I want the rest of you in the camper, now.

Good to go!

Home sweet home.

OK, where are your folks?

I told you they ain't here.

If they're not here, where are they?

They're just not available.

That ain't a lie.

I see six bunks. What's going on here?

Our truck's washing away in the red river.

That's what's going on.

I don't wanna hear another word about that truck. Do you understand?

That smart mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, boy.

We're already in trouble.

You don't know anything about being in trouble.

I don't find out what you did with my parts,

I'm gonna sling all six of you in the state reformatory in Houston.

What's a deform-story?

It's a place for bad little boys. It's a jail.

I don't wanna go to no deform-story.

Me neither.

You ain't gonna sling my ass in one of them crummy places.

That ain't no lie. Me either.

Holy shit. It's Big John.

Don't tell him we told you nothing, mister.

Who's Big John?

Get your asses out here on the double.

- Who is Big John? - Just stay in here, please. Just stay in here.

What the hell you got here?

You're supposed to strip cars, not steal 'em.

Ain't that the same rig you stripped down over at Twillenger station?

It's quite a scam you got going, isn't it, sheriff?

Who the hell are you?

You should know, you got all my parts.

You'll have a hell of a time proving anything.

Take a blind judge or a brother-in-law not to see what you're up to.

Let me waste the son-of-a-bitch, John.

- Let me lambaste him. - Shut up, Otis.

Looks like you fell in to a real thick pile of beans, boy.

'Cause we got you for...

breakin' and exitin' over at Twillenger.

For second degree larceny at the diner.

Whatever else I can think of.

Cuff him.

Hey, take it easy.

You gonna read me my rights?

What about my phone call?

Well, sure.

Let me get you a dial tone.

Add "resisting arrest" to that list, Otis.

I knew I'd think of something.

Ah-ha!

- Bingo. - Oh!

Whoo-whoo-whoo. Hot doggity!

Whoo-wooh!

I need a red seven.

Ooh, red seven, come on home to papa.

Ah yeah.

What you doing here, boy?

Bringing somethin' for the prisoner.

How come?

'Cause he saved my brother's life's how come.

What you got there?

Fruit.