Trucker's Woman (1975) - full transcript
After his father is killed in a suspicious accident while driving his semi, Mike Kelly buys a truck and takes to the road. Along the way he encounters a fiesty young woman and an assortment of dubious characters, all of whom seem to provide some clue to his father's demise.
* I pulled in exit 52,
just around the bend
* Know I'm coming home to you
* Exit 52
* Made a run to up a load
* I usually take my time
* But knowing what's
just waitin' on me *
(brakes squeal)
* In a couple of miles, I'll
be turning off on exit 52
(brakes screeching)
(engine roaring)
* Exit 52
* Left you on a sunny day
* All night having fun
(brakes screeching)
(glass breaking)
* The only thing
I had on my mind
* Was making love to you
* I have two days driving
* And two speeding
tickets there in exit 52
* Exit 52, you know
I'm coming home to you
* Exit 52
* Exit 52
* Exit 52
(church bell rings)
- [Voiceover]
Although it is a time
of deepest sorrow,
we know that your
long-time associate and
deeply respected friend,
Jim Kelly, has gone
to his eternal reward.
To his son, Mike Kelly, we
extend our heartfelt sympathies.
We wish him well as he
chooses to continue now
in the same business
venture as was his father's.
Jim Kelly, you have served
us well on this earth.
We now commend your spirit
to our Father in heaven.
May your soul and the
souls of all the faithfully
parted, through the mercy
of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
(church bell rings)
- You know, I hate to say this,
but I think Jim would be
sort of disappointed in us,
not having a good ol'
fashioned Irish wake for him.
- Maybe so.
- Plus, the other fellows
are all on the road
and you couldn't expect
them all to be here, anyway.
- No, I suppose not.
- Just the same, I don't
see why those bigwigs
from Midtown Terminal
couldn't have showed up.
Those low-down...
- What's the matter, buddy?
What's eatin' you?
- Nothing, except
your father did such a
damn good job of
serving the terminal.
They think a basket of
flowers can make up for it.
- What do you mean?
Make up for what?
- Oh, nothing.
Just forget it, just forget it.
Come on, let's go, huh?
* I'll hit the road again
* And I'll hit this one more gig
* And I'll push this big
gas pedal to the floor
* No girl can make me wait
* If I don't
believe I'll be late
* And I got to get this
load on up the road
* Well I just got
back from Philly
* And I think it's kind of silly
* How they're sending me
back truckin' all alone
* They make 'em swim in Richmond
* And it might be
hard to discipline
* To make it to the
Mason-Dixon line
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
* Movin' my big
rig along the line
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
(blows horn)
(blows horn harder)
(engine roars)
(country music)
- What'll you have?
- Coffee - sweet and brunette.
Just like you, honey.
* You'll wake up and she'll
feel the pillow for me
* He'll look at the
clock that's on the stand
* She'll rub the sleep from
her eyes like a child *
Hi there.
- Hi.
- The name's Kelly, ma'am.
Mike Kelly.
You know, say, for
a little ol' gal,
you sure can handle those
wheels you're drivin'.
- Oh, you, um...
Must be the driver
of that truck, hmm?
- Yep.
Mind if I join you?
- What if I say no?
- Well, being the
gentleman I am,
I might question that a bit.
In a nice way, you understand.
- Okay, on one condition.
- Name it.
- Please don't call
me "a little ol' gal".
- Okay.
I can buy that.
What should I call you then?
- My name's Karen.
- Fine, Karen.
You got a deal.
You can call me Mike.
- You old man.
You kook!
- Excuse me a minute, Karen.
Hey now, take it easy!
He didn't mean anything by it.
Everybody's entitled
to one mistake, eh?
- Okay, stud.
He made his, you made yours.
Now don't put your nose
in my business again.
(intimidating music)
- Wouldn't you know it?
No sooner do I meet a
good lookin' chic like you
and some bum comes
along and makes me
look like a redneck
truck driver.
- I don't know.
I think that was
very gallant of you,
saving an old man from
a beating like that.
- Ah, now you're
making fun of me.
- No.
But I am curious
about something.
- What's that?
- You just don't strike me
like a typical truck driver.
Is trucking a sideline
or a hobby with you?
- Well, I probably
coulda been teaching in
some high school or another
one day, but my old man
had an accident, I had
to drop out of college.
But I got my own rig now.
And if I make enough
money, maybe I can get
back on the intellectual
grind someday.
- See?
I knew there was something
different about you.
- Hmm.
- It's a pity we have
to call it off so soon.
- Call it off?
What do you mean?
We're just getting
to know each other.
- Sorry, I've got to be going.
- Well was it something I said?
At least let me impress
you with my knowledge
of some of the better
eating spots in this area.
- You know, Kelly?
I could probably
learn to like you.
In due time.
- Well, hold on now.
At least let me walk
you to your car.
Okay, old timer?
Come on, pa, get up here.
That's right.
That's right.
That's...
Easy, take it easy.
Well, wise guy.
Now you've made
your one mistake.
How'd you like to
try that on me?
- Okay, stud.
I can proudly kill you.
(intense music)
(groaning)
- Hey, Karen, hold on a minute!
Sure wish you didn't
have to cut out so soon.
- Ah, I think I'd better.
The cops should be
arriving any minute now
after that little
get together inside.
Hey, I think you'd want to be
getting out of here yourself.
- Yeah, you've
got a point there.
I'm sorry about that.
- It's okay.
You restored my
faith in chivalry.
- But I was sure hoping we'd get
to know each other, just
a little bit better.
- You know, that thought
crossed my mind, too, Kelly.
But that's the way it goes.
- Well, hey, where
can I look you up?
- Who knows?
If you're a good little
boy, maybe I'll look you up.
So long, Kelly.
(engine roars)
(horns honking)
(light upbeat music)
(knock on the door)
(knock on the door)
Okay, okay.
Hold your horses!
I'm coming.
Who is it?
- [Voiceover] Kelly.
- Kelly?
What the hell are
you doing here?
- Well didn't you say you
wanted to get better acquainted?
- [Karen] Yeah, but...
- Come on, why don't you open
the door and let a fellow in?
- [Karen] Oh no, I know what
you've got on your mind.
You're not gettin' in here!
- Oh, come on, quit acting
like a kid and let me in.
- Not until hell freezes over.
I've heard about you truck
drivers and your women.
For your information, I'm no
truck stop woman, you hear me?
And I'm gonna call the manager
if you don't get the
hell out of here.
And I mean it!
Well?
You leaving, Kelly?
Kelly, dammit, I know
you're out there.
Kelly?
Hey!
Put me down, Kelly!
Put me...
You better put me down, Kelly.
I thought you said
you were a gentleman.
I'll call the manager!
Oh no, Kelly.
I'll scream so loud, it'll
wake up everybody in the motel.
- Now, now, now, now.
We wouldn't want
that to happen now.
And you're right.
We wouldn't want to give us
truck drivers a bad reputation.
Oh, actually though, Karen.
We're not like that at all.
- You aren't?
- No ma'am, no ma'am.
We're actually very, very
considerate and gentle
and compassionate and
soft-spoken and subtle.
- Subtle?
- Yeah.
Like this.
(romantic orchestra music)
(birds chirping)
Hey, Karen!
When we get to
Springdale, I got a
couple friends I'd
like you to meet.
- Sorry to disappoint you Kelly,
but I may not be
going to Springdale.
- What do you mean you
might not be going?
Can't just skip out
of my life like that.
- You know what your
trouble is, Kelly?
You got your ego
in the wrong place.
- Now hold on just a minute.
- Sorry, but I gotta be going!
- Hey!
(engine roars)
Hey, Karen.
You're not going to
drive off like this
without telling me who you are.
- [Karen] No...
I'm gonna drive off and
leave you like this.
(laughs)
- You know, George?
I thought I saw a streaker.
- Oh, Ethel.
(phone rings)
- Yeah?
Yes, sir, Mr. Fontaine.
Right, sure.
Yeah, I just sent a load
to them this morning.
They ought to get it
in a couple of days.
Why are they coming down here?
Sure, it's all right with me.
Fine, sir.
Just give me a call and
I'll come right out.
- Did you here about
the frustrated dog?
He couldn't get his down up.
* That's my home on the range
Hey, gently will you
put this in the cab?
Thanks.
- Hey, Ben, how's it going?
- Oh, about the same.
How was your trip?
- Oh, pretty tiring,
but otherwise all right.
Say, Diesel Joe...
I got some trouble with
my electrical system.
You think you can
do something for me?
- Sure.
- Okay, well you
know where it is.
Here, Fred.
Hey, what are you still
doing here, anyway?
I thought by now you'd
be loaded and gone.
- Well, I should be.
But let me show you something.
Two of Fontaine's drivers
got there ahead of me.
Same thing as usual.
And, hell, they just
come in last night.
- Come on, Ben.
(knock on the door)
Frankie, we want to
know how the hell
Simmons and Andrews
got to the top
of the list on the trip board.
- Maybe it's their turn out.
- Ben tells me they
just got in last night.
And now they're being
loaded up to go out again?
How long do you think we're
gonna put up with this crap?
- Look, Kelly, you're starting
to sound like your ol' man.
Now if you don't like the way
we do business around here,
why don't you do your
hauling somewhere else?
- You know, Frankie?
You might have a
pretty good idea there.
We just might do that.
Come on, Ben.
Let's get the hell out of here.
- That bossy comic.
If I didn't need
the work, I'd a jam
that clipboard right
down his throat.
- Come on, buddy, now.
Take it easy, relax.
- Eh, I know.
I know that every time
I talk to that jerk,
he gets my balls into an uproar.
- Ah, just take it easy.
You'll live longer.
- Ah, all right, all right.
Hey, how about going to the
club for dinner tonight, huh?
I could stand a
change of scenery.
- Yeah, well that's the
best offer I've had today.
But, first, I want
to go down again
and take a look
at my dad's truck.
- Oh look, Mike, I feel
the same as you do,
but do you think
you should be going
down there every time
you get back into town?
- I just can't help it.
I gotta find out what
caused that accident.
I know that if I just keep on
nosying around, I'll find out.
- All right.
Okay, I'll see you later, huh?
- Okay, buddy.
(birds chirping)
* Take my hand
* And put it into yours
* And we'll walk away together
* Out among the
flowers and trees *
Hello, buddy.
- Hi, Mike.
How'd it go?
- Eh, not too good.
I need to know what
I was looking for
and it's pretty much
of a mess down there.
But I still don't believe my
dad's death was
an accident, so...
He was just too smart for that.
By the way, listen.
When I got back from college,
you started talking
to me about Frankie
and my old man and we never
really got around to it.
- Nah, nah, you're right.
But you gotta remember
that everything
I say is strictly
my own opinion.
I think that Frankie knows a lot
more about that accident
than is on the police report.
Because he and Jim
never got along at all.
- I know, I know.
Say, what about that
plan that my dad had
that had a whole
new terminal set up?
- I believe it was a
lot of illegal freight
being trucked to and
from that terminal.
And Jim had caught on to it.
That's why he wanted to go out
and take the
independents with him.
- You think that stuff is
still going through here?
- All I can say is there's
a lot of Fontaine's
trucks that are going out
to unknown destinations.
- Well, what do you think
we ought to do about it?
- Well, Mike, that's
sort of up to you.
You see...
All the boys really
looked up to your father.
They would have done
anything for him.
And I think you're
the only one that
can pick up where he left off.
- Are you telling me
that these truckers
would jump at the
chance to start
a whole new terminal
of their own?
- Yeah, sure, I
believe they would.
- Okay.
Well, if you think
these guys will listen,
you can get them all together
and I'll talk to them.
That is, if they will listen
to a newcomer like myself.
- They'll listen.
(overlapping chatter)
- Something funny going
on out here, boss.
That Kelly kid and Ben Turner
having some kind of meeting.
All the independent
drivers are here.
- Tell you what you do.
You call a couple
of the other boys
and have them meet me down
there as soon as possible.
- Okay, boss.
- All right, now we all
know we're not gonna get
any fair deals from
Fontaine and Frankie.
And there are a lot of
other things going on
down there at that
terminal that I don't
think any of you fellows
want anything to do with.
So, now my ol' man
came up with a plan
explaining what to do
and he had it printed up.
Now I think we ought to go
along with what Jim said...
And set up our own terminal.
Now that way, we're all
gonna get a fair deal.
(chattering)
(foreboding music)
- I understand you and the other
boys are having
a little meeting?
- [Ben] So what?
- You wouldn't be trying
to start some more trouble
for us like your old
man did, now, would you?
- You know, Frankie, I'm
glad you brought that up.
I've been meaning to
ask you where were you
the night my old man got killed?
- Now what's that
supposed to mean?
- It means I never
have thought my
old man's death was an accident.
- You know, Kelly...
If I were you, I
don't believe I'd
be saying things
I couldn't prove.
- Got one word of
advice for you, Frankie.
You better hope the day never
comes when I can prove it.
(anxious music)
You got me all loaded
out and ready to go?
- Sure, you're really
loaded this time.
- All right.
What's my first stop?
- Here's your weight bill.
- Mmm-hmm.
Okay.
See you in a few days.
- Yeah?
Good.
(engine roars)
(slow anxious music)
- Get me the warehouse
on the phone.
Never mind, I'll do it.
Frankie?
Jake Fontaine here.
Yeah.
What did you find
out about last night?
Oh.
That again?
Who's got 'em all
riled up this time?
Kelly's boy, huh?
Well...
He gets too loud, you're gonna
have to do something about it.
Good.
Good.
By the way, you know you
have to be over here at noon.
Those Synicka
people are gonna be
here from upstate for a meeting.
And Frankie...
Bring me a copy of
that information
Kelly is circulating.
(upbeat country music)
- What seems to be
the trouble, officer?
- [Officer] Routine spot check.
You carrying any cargo?
- Sure am, just got loaded
up about half an hour ago.
- [Officer] I'll have
to ask you to step down.
Let me see your weight bill
and your operator's
license, please.
- Okay.
Make it fast, though, will you?
Got a long way to ride.
- Lieutenant!
This looks like the one.
- Well, Mr. Kelly...
I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to put you under arrest
and take you down
to headquarters.
- Headquarters?
What for?
- Mr. Kelly, you're
carrying stolen goods.
- You're crazy!
- I would like at this time to
inform you of your
constitutional rights.
You have the right
to remain silent.
(phone rings)
- McDonald.
Already?
Yeah, what'd you get?
Good.
Yeah.
Who's the driver?
Where was he out at?
What do you mean
Jim Kelly's boy?
Hell, that can't be right.
Something's not copacetic.
You booked him yet?
Well don't, he's been set up.
Yeah, where you got him?
Okay.
Hello, Kelly.
- Hello, Lieutenant.
Would you mind telling me why
your people dragged
me down here?
- You had a chance to
call your attorney yet?
- Attorney?
I never needed an attorney
before and I don't need one now.
- Eh, suit yourself.
But you were caught
hauling stolen goods.
- Ah, don't give me that
bullshit, Lieutenant.
You know me better than that.
- Maybe.
But what was that stuff
doing on your truck?
- How the hell do I know?
I don't load the damn thing!
- All right, Kelly, all
right, calm down now.
Look, how do you think that
freight got on your truck?
- How do I...
Well I'll tell you Lieutenant.
I think a colony
of little ants had
nothing to do in
their spare time,
so they kind of just had a
conference and sneaked --
- Okay, Kelly, okay.
If that's the way you want it,
I'm gonna tell it to
you just like it is.
Now look.
You may not know it, but you
could be in a lot of trouble.
Now, both you and I know
that somebody set you up.
But it don't matter
a damn what you
and I think, it's
what the court thinks!
- Hell, don't you have any
pull around here, Lieutenant?
Can't you fix it?
- It's not that simple.
They caught you hauling
illegal freight.
For all they know,
you put it on there.
- Like hell I did!
- Okay, Kelly.
Maybe I can help ya.
But you're gonna
have to help me.
- Meaning what?
- It's simple.
I'll go to bat
for you, if you'll
do some other cover work for me.
- Oh no, no.
You got people that you
pay to be informers.
That's not in my bag.
- Okay, Kelly.
I hope you know a
damn good lawyer.
'Cause you're gonna need it.
Book Mike Kelly.
- Hold on, Lieutenant.
- You change your mind already?
- Well, let's just say I'm
willing to consider it.
What's the deal?
- Kelly, for a long time now,
we've been suspecting that
stolen goods have been
transported through
Midtown Terminal.
But suspecting and proving
are two different things.
- Well, how do I fit in?
- Well, Kelly, what
we need to know
is when that warehouse is
full of hijacked freight
and, if possible, where it
came from and where it's going.
- Look, Lieutenant, if
they're doing what you say,
then they're not
gonna let me just
sneak in there and
start nosying around.
Besides, Ben Turner and
myself are trying to
organize the independents
to start our own terminal.
Now what am I
supposed to tell Ben?
- You're a bright boy!
You ought to be able to
figure out something.
Now, Kelly, what
we've talked about
goes no further than this room.
Understand?
- Thanks, Lieutenant.
Now how the hell do
I get out of here?
- (sighs) Well, I'm
gonna go down and
get the judge to
set bond for you.
And, before the case comes up,
I'll have the charges drop.
That is, if you cooperate.
- Okay, okay.
Can I go now?
- Yeah, you can go.
Oh, Kelly.
- Hmm?
- Keep your pants zipped.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So Frankie is with
Fontaine out there?
Well what is Fontaine's address?
Ah, come on now, sugar.
You owe me a little
favor now, remember?
Well of course it's in the
ritzy district, where else?
Yeah, that's it.
Uh-huh.
All right, thanks doll.
No, not tonight sweetheart.
I've got a real long
run to make and I...
I won't be back for a
couple, maybe three days.
But I'll tell you
what I will do.
Soon as I get back,
I'll give you a call
and we'll have one of
our swingin' times.
(laughs) You're a doll.
Yeah, but listen honey.
I really appreciate this.
Bye-bye.
(engine roars)
- Okay, take care of it.
- Uh, like I was
saying, Mr. Fontaine,
I hated to lose that
freight, but that was
the only way to take
care of that Kelly bum.
- You think it'll work, huh?
- I'll almost stake
my life on it, Mr. --
- Almost?
- Uh, that's just an expression.
(fast suspenseful music)
(groaning in pain)
- Who the hell do
you think you are?
Get that damn rig off my
lawn before I call the cops.
- Why you old goat.
If it weren't for your
age, I'd belt you one.
On second thought...
- Bravo!
Bravo!
I see you've taken to beating up
old men yourself now, Kelly.
- What the hell
are you doing here?
- You just can't
believe it, can you?
- You mean you and him?
- Mm-hmm.
My daddy.
- Now I get it.
Wouldn't tell me
your last name, huh?
Thought I wouldn't have anything
to do with you if I knew.
- You wouldn't dare.
Kelly, put me down!
- [Kelly] Like
father, like daughter.
- [Karen] Kelly!
- I'm warning you, Jake.
Next time you try to set me
up, you won't get off so easy.
- What the hell is
going on around here?
I thought you told me
you'd taken care of him?
- I thought I had, Mr. Fontaine.
I don't understand how
he got out so soon.
- Well you better quit fooling
around and do something
about it before he gets
us in more trouble.
And, in the meantime,
if I was you,
I wouldn't let him come back
to the terminal, either.
- Look, Mr. Fontaine, if
we try to keep Kelly out,
we're only looking for trouble
from the other drivers.
The only thing I
know how to do now is
to let him have an accident,
just like his old man.
- Okay, but make sure you don't
botch up the job this time.
- No wonder you guys ain't
gettin' any good stuff.
You let these punks
push you around.
That had happened up north...
He'd be wearing
some over shoes now.
- Doesn't happen that often.
- Eh, enough of that.
The boss wants us to tell ya,
he ain't happy with the cheap
goods you been sending up there.
We need better stuff.
And more of it.
(engine roars)
(country music)
- [Voiceover] Boy, look
at the chassy on that.
(laughs) Bassy chassy.
I sure would like
to finance that.
- Buster, you couldn't
finance the front
or rear bumper on this chassy.
Get on back to your table.
* Said we're just going
where you're going
* Life reaching for the sky
* I need a real good woman
* To make love,
gonna getcha by *
- Couldn't get here any sooner.
Whatcha got?
(giggling)
- My girls tell me they got a
couple truckloads
of colored TV sets.
- How long they been here?
- At least half an
hour, I suppose.
- Get rid of 'em.
* She tells me that she loves me
* And I have two golden birds
- All right guys,
time to get out.
Come on.
- What's going on here?
- Time to move it.
Come on.
Now!
Come on, get out of here.
Beat it, now.
No, we've got a place
of business to run.
Now get out.
- News, girls.
- [Waitress] Now!
(inaudible conversation)
- Let's go.
(engine roars)
(water trickling)
- As soon as that
stuff's transferred,
put that truck in the river.
Take the railroad outta here
and Smokey won't see ya.
But keep your CBs turned on.
And don't leave any
tracks around here.
- Yeah, yeah, boss.
(country music)
- Just coffee, sweetheart.
- Mike Kelly.
- Maggie!
(laughs)
- Mike, you look
more like yourself
than the last time I saw ya.
- Yeah, you look a
hundred times better.
- You coming or going?
- No, I'm just
getting on back in.
Got loaded about
a half hour ago.
- From the looks
of you, I'd say you
could use something
stronger than coffee.
- Maybe.
What do you got in mind?
- (laughs) Come on.
(slow romantic music)
Something bothering you, Kelly?
You don't seem
like your old self.
- No.
It's nothing.
- Am I boring you?
Would you rather I just left?
- (sighs) No, it's not you.
It's personal.
- Is she that important to you?
- Yeah.
How'd you know it was a "she"?
- We women know these things.
- Hmm.
- You want to talk it over?
- No, I don't think so.
- Listen, Kelly.
If I cared about someone...
Cared that much...
It'd take a lot to
keep me from them.
Go after her.
It gets real lonely out there.
(horn honks)
- I got your note, Lieutenant.
- [Lieutenant] That's obvious.
What the hell took you so long?
You shacked up somewhere?
- Aw, Lieutenant.
- Come on, let's get going.
What the hell's a big idea going
out to Jake Fontaine's
yesterday morning?
- What are you getting
at, Lieutenant?
- Ah, come on, Kelly, dammit.
Don't play dumb with me.
I know you went
out there yesterday
and beat up on Fontaine
and three of his men.
You even threw his
daughter in the pool.
What the hell you trying to do?
Clear the whole deal?
- Oh, no, it was personal.
- Personal?
Look, I don't give a
damn what you call it,
but you're no good
to me unless you're
hauling freight out
of Midtown Terminal.
- Well then I'm no
good to you anymore.
Because I don't haul
out of Midtown, anymore.
- The hell you don't!
We got a deal.
You're going right back in there
and behave yourself,
just like always.
You understand?
- You really mean
that, don't you?
- Damn right, I do.
Got those charges dropped.
- Man, when you got a
guy with a hairy short,
you sure know how to
put the squeeze on him.
- Hi, Joe.
You putting the chi boss
on some poor trucker's rig?
- The way you monkeys tool
these things down the road,
you'd think they last forever.
- I'm just checkin', that's all.
I want to be sure you
know the difference
between a solenoid and
a thurgood stroker.
- What?
- The thurgood striker,
where it's attached
to the batton valve down there.
- Yeah, sure.
- See, I knew you
knew your business.
- You damn bet ya.
I'm the best they
got around here.
Old man Fontaine
would have gotten
somebody better a long time ago.
- That's right, Diesel
Joe, you're the best.
And I want you to know those
guys really appreciate you.
Too bad ol' Jim
Kelly isn't around
anymore to appreciate you, too.
- Yeah.
- That's what the guys were
saying the other night.
Too bad about ol' Jim.
You know, he was the best
friend I ever had in a business.
And I was wondering,
since you're such
a whiz on these
machines, do you mind
figuring out what
caused his accident?
- I don't know nothing!
What are you trying to say?
- Oh, uh...
Well, Mike's been going
down to the wreck almost
every day and it just
dawned on me that
you're the only one ever
worked on Jim's truck.
I hear you been
throwing an awful
lot of money around lately, Joe.
- Don't you go
accuse me of nothin'.
I ain't had nothing to do
with Jim Kelly's accident.
- I never said you did.
But you sure got awful
nervous all of a sudden.
- You best get out
of here, old man,
before I bust your skull!
- Okay, I'm going, I'm going.
But if I was you, I'd
get me some good answers
to what I was doing
on the old man's
truck the day of the accident.
- Welcome, ladies and
gentlemen, to the Flaming Pit.
I'm Alan Mitch Miller and I'll
be your host for
the entire evening.
And right now, for
your listening and
dancing pleasure, how
about a nice big hand for Peggy
Linville and the Castaways.
(applause)
* Come and share the sun with me
* It's all I have to give you
* But it's mine and it's free
* Come and chase the
gentle beams in the eve
* For one day, the sun
may no longer be there.
* I'm sitting here, remembering
a boy I used to know
* Though we parted
long, long ago
* I can see his smiling
eyes, kinda sad but very wise
* Looking through my memories
* Saying what he said to me
* Come and share the sun with me
* It's all I have to give you
* But it's mine and it's free
- You know, it just
isn't like Diesel Joe
to go into a rage and
threaten me like he did.
Mike, the more I think about it,
the more I think
that he had something
to do with Jim's accident or
knows an awful lot about it.
- Well, now that you
got him shook up,
it might be a good time
for me to talk to him.
If he knows anything, I might be
able to get it out of him now.
Say, how you doing
signing up those drivers
who weren't at the
meeting the other night?
- Not bad at all.
Signed up four more.
And that puts us
over the 20 mark.
- Say, that's great.
With that many, it
shouldn't be long
before we'll be in
business for ourselves.
And then we'll
show Fontaine how a
legitimate operation
should be run.
- Yeah, even if we
go broke trying, huh?
Say, I have to get up real
early for a run tomorrow
and us old timers
need our beauty sleep.
All night, that is.
See you later, huh?
- All right, ol' buddy.
* Everything but love can be
* Is mine because you
shared the sun with me
* Come and share the sun with me
* It's all I have to give you
- Hello, Mr. Kelly.
How'd you like to
buy a girl a drink
to make up for throwing
her in the pool?
- Well, I might, but I really
don't know you, do I, lady?
- Oh, come on, Mike.
Don't be sore.
Look, I don't know what's
wrong between you and Jake,
but believe me, I've had
nothing to do with it.
Honest.
It's not my fault.
Mind if I sit down?
- Suit yourself.
If you're telling
the truth, why didn't
you want me to
know who you were?
- Well maybe I didn't know if I
ever wanted to see
you again or not.
- Then what are you doing here?
- Dammit, Mike!
You can't blame me for something
I don't know anything about.
If you want to act
like a jackass, be one.
So long!
- Hey, Karen.
Come on, wait a minute.
- What do you want?
- Move over.
- The hell I will,
what do you want?
- I said move over!
- Now what?
- Now we'll go get that drink
you said I promised you.
Never let it be
said that Mike Kelly
ever refused an
offer from a lady.
- I'm afraid you're a
little late this time.
- What do you mean?
- Haven't you heard?
I can't go anywhere without
daddy's watchdogs following me.
I'm afraid he won't
be too happy when he
finds out I've been out
with you tonight, Kelly.
- Now that's just too bad!
(engine revs)
(fast country music)
(brakes screech)
(horn honking continuously)
(cows mooing)
(phone rings)
- Yeah.
Oh, boy!
You lunkheads!
Oh, let me think.
He's got an apartment
at 331 Ridgeway.
Now nothing's got to happen to
the old man's
daughter, understand?
All right.
- Well now, ma'am.
(glasses clink)
Here's that little
drink I owe ya.
- Hmm, I'll tell you what.
After a ride like that,
I sure could use one.
(slow romantic music)
You know, Kelly, I just
can't figure you out.
- Well why keep trying
to figure me out?
Why not just admit
you're crazy about me?
- Uh-oh, here comes
that ego again.
(sighs)
I think I'm the
crazy one, Kelly.
I think I'm falling
in love with you.
(birds chirping)
- Well, a good,
good morning to you.
You mind?
I have to take the lady
where she wants to go.
Gee, I guess I
forgot to say please.
- See?
You have no manners!
(laughs)
- Please?
Please!
(fast chasing music)
(tires squeal)
(train bell dings)
(tires screech)
- [Voiceover] Unit 15.
Onsprie Narrow Road headed
east, red sports car,
followed by a late model brown
Chrysler in high speed chase.
Apprehend.
(fast chasing music continues)
(train whistle blows)
(police siren wails)
(train whistle blows)
(police siren wails)
(train horn blows)
police radio chatter)
- Karen, I want to talk to you!
Where the hell have
you been all night?
- What are you asking me for?
That's what you pay your
watchdogs for, isn't it?
- Don't get smart with me!
You were out with Kelly
all night, weren't you?
- Sure, I was out with him.
So what?
- I told you not to have
anything to do with him.
- Daddy, you've told
me how to dress,
where to go to school, what
to eat almost all my life.
Now you're gonna tell me
who I can go out with?
- You're damn right!
And no daughter of mine is
associating with a
truck driving clod!
- You know, daddy?
I'm beginning to believe
some of the things
that Kelly and the other fellows
have been saying about you.
You really want to
control everything and
everybody around you no
matter what, don't you?
- Karen, don't you
get smart with me.
(gasps)
Karen, you come back here,
I'm not done with you yet.
(crying)
Look, baby.
All I want to do is tell you
how sorry I am
about what happened.
- You, sorry?
- Sure, I'm sorry.
It's just that I was
worried about you
when you didn't
come home all night.
And then the boys told me
that you were out with Kelly.
Naturally, it upset me.
I lost my temper, I guess.
You know how much I love
you and I'm really sorry.
- Oh, daddy.
I wish I could believe that.
- You're all I've got.
Can't you understand why
I want to protect you?
- Protect me?
All you're trying
to do is control me.
- You've got it all wrong, baby.
And matter of fact,
when you get down to it,
I really don't have
that much against Kelly.
He's just a stubborn young man
who doesn't know his
way around life yet.
So as long as you're
going to keep seeing him,
why don't you try and get
him to see things our way?
- I don't know, daddy.
I just don't know.
- Look, baby.
I've got to go down to
the terminal for a while.
Why don't you rest
and think about what
I said and we'll
talk about it later?
- Maybe.
- Frankie!
I want to talk to you inside.
- [Frankie] Morning,
Mr. Fontaine.
- I want to know
what you're doing
about that hot-headed
Mike Kelly.
- Well I haven't had a chance to
do anything about him
yet, Mr. Fontaine.
- Well you better take
care of him immediately.
- Why, is something wrong?
Is he bothering you again?
- He's not only
interfering in my business,
now he's in my private life
and I want him stopped.
- Permanently?
- Permanently.
- All right, Mr. Fontaine.
I'll take care of him today.
- Good.
In the meantime, what
I wanted to talk to you
over the phone was
those two Syndaca men
are going to be here
tonight with the
pay-off for last
month's shipments.
I want you to make
sure it's right
and bring it to me as
soon as they leave.
- Yes sir, Mr. Fontaine.
Tell Diesel Joe to
come and see me.
(suspenseful music)
(engine starts)
(foreboding music)
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
(dog barking)
- [Kelly] Hey, how are ya?
- What can I do for you, Mac?
- Say, name's Kelly.
Uh, I got my rig down
the road a little ways
and it's got some stripped out
fittings and some
damaged cylinders.
Think you might be able
to do something for me?
- Nah.
Been working on this here
rig here for three days.
Got one been sitting
over there for two.
Seems like I'm gonna
be tied up for a while.
Sorry about that, Mac.
- Uh, do you think somebody else
around here might
be able to help me?
- No, I...
Don't rightly think so.
- Say, uh, is that
pickup over there yours?
- No.
Matter of fact, I
hadn't thought of that.
Some guy named Joe drove
it in a little while ago.
He said he was some
kind of a mechanic.
- He didn't happen to say his
name was Diesel Joe, did he?
- Yeah.
Joe Diesel, something like that.
- Where'd he go?
- Last time I saw
him, he got a bottle
out of his truck there
and went on inside.
- Well, thanks, Mike.
- Don't mention it.
(chattering)
- Where's Diesel Joe, Buck?
- Sorry, Kelly, can't
help you, I don't know.
- Now, listen, don't
give me a hard time.
I know he's here, just
tell me where he is.
- Okay, okay, hold on, Kelly.
Number two.
- All right.
How long's he been here?
- Since about noon.
Bouncing with a broad.
(anticipatory music)
- Joe!
Open up in there.
Joe!
Open up!
- Gee, honey.
If I'd known you'd
been so handsome,
you wouldn't have had
to burst the door down.
I would have let you in.
- Get out of here, honey.
Split!
- What the hell?
Kelly, how'd the
hell you get here?
- Listen, I'm beginning to
put the pieces together.
I got a couple of questions
and I think you
know the answers.
- I ain't answering
any questions from you!
(fast music)
Stop him, he's
trying to kill me!
Buck, stop it!
- What's going on here?
- Diesel Joe helped
kill my ol' man.
- You mean Jim Kelly?
- Yeah.
Is this thing loaded?
- Sure, what do you think I do?
Hit him in the head with it?
(screams in pain)
(gun shoots)
- I've got one more left here.
That's enough to blow
the top of your head off.
Now, who paid you
to jimmy my brakes?
- Listen, don't kill me!
Frankie did.
Frankie paid me.
- Did Frankie pay you
to kill my ol' man?
- No one was
supposed to get hurt.
He just wanted to scare him.
I swear, Kelly, I swear.
Don't kill me!
Please don't kill me.
Please!
- Get up.
Get in that truck.
You're gonna drive me to town.
- [Diesel Joe]
What about my leg?
- That's your problem, man!
Get in that truck.
- All right, all right.
Boys, boys, boys!
Tiny just called, Trendy called,
and Mike Kelly's got
the goods on Fontaine.
And he's headed now
for Midtown Terminal.
Are we gonna let him
go all by himself?
(overlapping chatter)
All right, follow my rig.
Come on!
- You can tell your
boss he's got a
grade A shipment of
refrigerators headed his way.
- Hmm, that's fine.
Don't you want to
count the money?
- We'll even up if we
have to make adjustments.
- Whatever happened
to that punk...
Kelly?
- Oh, by now he must
have had an accident,
just like his old man,
you know what I mean?
(laughs)
(clears throat)
(tires screech)
(intense music)
- Frankie!
Frankie!
- Remember, I thought you said
you took care of that dude.
- I don't know what went wrong,
but it won't happen this time.
- [Voiceover] Hey, let's go!
Come on, let's go.
(overlapping talking)
(yelling)
(yells in pain)
(groans)
(gun shoots)
(gun shoots)
(yells)
(sirens wail)
(yelling)
(slow calculated music)
(engine roaring)
(gun shots)
(engine roars)
(groaning)
- Take it easy, Mike.
You'll kill him.
- Mike, you hurt?
- Sure I'm hurt.
What do you expect with all that
lead flying around in there?
- Yeah, we'll take
care of that for you.
You okay, otherwise?
- Yeah, I guess so.
Look, you'll find
all those stolen
freezers and TV sets in
section E back there.
I guess that should
wrap it up for ya.
- Yeah, except for
one pleasant chore.
(anxious music)
(cheering and applause)
- [Ben] Hi.
- Well, things will be different
now that Karen's the new boss.
And you'll be in
charge of the office.
All the drivers, even
Fontaine's, will get
a fair shake now.
- Yeah, but you know
it should be you
and Karen up there running
the terminal instead of --
- Ah, no!
You know me.
I got too many places
to go and things to see
before I settle
down to a desk job.
Well, we got these
wheels rollin'.
Ah, where is Karen, by the way?
- She said she'd be right
back, she had an errand to run.
- Oh.
Tell her I'll see
her when I get back.
- Take it easy now.
- Okay, you bet.
(engine roars)
- [Voiceover] Whew!
- What the hell are
you doing back there?
- Hello, Kelly.
- Don't you know that
now you're the boss,
you can't do things like this?
- Oh, come on, Kelly.
Isn't it okay if
the boss checks up
on the drivers once in a while?
Hey, what are you
stopping here for?
We've got a long ride ahead.
- I know it.
- Okay, let's get movin'.
- I'm bushed.
- This early in the day?
- I can always muster up enough
strength for an emergency.
- This is no emergency.
- Oh, it wouldn't be if you
hadn't sneaked on board, sexy.
- Now, Kelly, you're not getting
any silly ideas, are you?
- I can feel
something developing.
- That ego again?
- Well, I wouldn't
object if you'd
want to step out a
moment, excuse yourself.
Freshen up a little bit.
Put on some of that sweet
smellin' stuff for me.
- Okay, lover boy.
I'll be right back.
Don't get started without me.
- Who, me?
And miss all the fun and games?
(engine roars)
- Kelly!
Kelly, what in the
hell are you doing?
Kelly, you dirty
liar, come back here!
Kelly, you're fired!
Kelly!
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
* Pulling my big
rig along the line
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
* Somewhere up the road
I'll leave that sweet lovin'
* Warm-huggin', soft-kissin'
woman I call mine *
just around the bend
* Know I'm coming home to you
* Exit 52
* Made a run to up a load
* I usually take my time
* But knowing what's
just waitin' on me *
(brakes squeal)
* In a couple of miles, I'll
be turning off on exit 52
(brakes screeching)
(engine roaring)
* Exit 52
* Left you on a sunny day
* All night having fun
(brakes screeching)
(glass breaking)
* The only thing
I had on my mind
* Was making love to you
* I have two days driving
* And two speeding
tickets there in exit 52
* Exit 52, you know
I'm coming home to you
* Exit 52
* Exit 52
* Exit 52
(church bell rings)
- [Voiceover]
Although it is a time
of deepest sorrow,
we know that your
long-time associate and
deeply respected friend,
Jim Kelly, has gone
to his eternal reward.
To his son, Mike Kelly, we
extend our heartfelt sympathies.
We wish him well as he
chooses to continue now
in the same business
venture as was his father's.
Jim Kelly, you have served
us well on this earth.
We now commend your spirit
to our Father in heaven.
May your soul and the
souls of all the faithfully
parted, through the mercy
of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
(church bell rings)
- You know, I hate to say this,
but I think Jim would be
sort of disappointed in us,
not having a good ol'
fashioned Irish wake for him.
- Maybe so.
- Plus, the other fellows
are all on the road
and you couldn't expect
them all to be here, anyway.
- No, I suppose not.
- Just the same, I don't
see why those bigwigs
from Midtown Terminal
couldn't have showed up.
Those low-down...
- What's the matter, buddy?
What's eatin' you?
- Nothing, except
your father did such a
damn good job of
serving the terminal.
They think a basket of
flowers can make up for it.
- What do you mean?
Make up for what?
- Oh, nothing.
Just forget it, just forget it.
Come on, let's go, huh?
* I'll hit the road again
* And I'll hit this one more gig
* And I'll push this big
gas pedal to the floor
* No girl can make me wait
* If I don't
believe I'll be late
* And I got to get this
load on up the road
* Well I just got
back from Philly
* And I think it's kind of silly
* How they're sending me
back truckin' all alone
* They make 'em swim in Richmond
* And it might be
hard to discipline
* To make it to the
Mason-Dixon line
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
* Movin' my big
rig along the line
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
(blows horn)
(blows horn harder)
(engine roars)
(country music)
- What'll you have?
- Coffee - sweet and brunette.
Just like you, honey.
* You'll wake up and she'll
feel the pillow for me
* He'll look at the
clock that's on the stand
* She'll rub the sleep from
her eyes like a child *
Hi there.
- Hi.
- The name's Kelly, ma'am.
Mike Kelly.
You know, say, for
a little ol' gal,
you sure can handle those
wheels you're drivin'.
- Oh, you, um...
Must be the driver
of that truck, hmm?
- Yep.
Mind if I join you?
- What if I say no?
- Well, being the
gentleman I am,
I might question that a bit.
In a nice way, you understand.
- Okay, on one condition.
- Name it.
- Please don't call
me "a little ol' gal".
- Okay.
I can buy that.
What should I call you then?
- My name's Karen.
- Fine, Karen.
You got a deal.
You can call me Mike.
- You old man.
You kook!
- Excuse me a minute, Karen.
Hey now, take it easy!
He didn't mean anything by it.
Everybody's entitled
to one mistake, eh?
- Okay, stud.
He made his, you made yours.
Now don't put your nose
in my business again.
(intimidating music)
- Wouldn't you know it?
No sooner do I meet a
good lookin' chic like you
and some bum comes
along and makes me
look like a redneck
truck driver.
- I don't know.
I think that was
very gallant of you,
saving an old man from
a beating like that.
- Ah, now you're
making fun of me.
- No.
But I am curious
about something.
- What's that?
- You just don't strike me
like a typical truck driver.
Is trucking a sideline
or a hobby with you?
- Well, I probably
coulda been teaching in
some high school or another
one day, but my old man
had an accident, I had
to drop out of college.
But I got my own rig now.
And if I make enough
money, maybe I can get
back on the intellectual
grind someday.
- See?
I knew there was something
different about you.
- Hmm.
- It's a pity we have
to call it off so soon.
- Call it off?
What do you mean?
We're just getting
to know each other.
- Sorry, I've got to be going.
- Well was it something I said?
At least let me impress
you with my knowledge
of some of the better
eating spots in this area.
- You know, Kelly?
I could probably
learn to like you.
In due time.
- Well, hold on now.
At least let me walk
you to your car.
Okay, old timer?
Come on, pa, get up here.
That's right.
That's right.
That's...
Easy, take it easy.
Well, wise guy.
Now you've made
your one mistake.
How'd you like to
try that on me?
- Okay, stud.
I can proudly kill you.
(intense music)
(groaning)
- Hey, Karen, hold on a minute!
Sure wish you didn't
have to cut out so soon.
- Ah, I think I'd better.
The cops should be
arriving any minute now
after that little
get together inside.
Hey, I think you'd want to be
getting out of here yourself.
- Yeah, you've
got a point there.
I'm sorry about that.
- It's okay.
You restored my
faith in chivalry.
- But I was sure hoping we'd get
to know each other, just
a little bit better.
- You know, that thought
crossed my mind, too, Kelly.
But that's the way it goes.
- Well, hey, where
can I look you up?
- Who knows?
If you're a good little
boy, maybe I'll look you up.
So long, Kelly.
(engine roars)
(horns honking)
(light upbeat music)
(knock on the door)
(knock on the door)
Okay, okay.
Hold your horses!
I'm coming.
Who is it?
- [Voiceover] Kelly.
- Kelly?
What the hell are
you doing here?
- Well didn't you say you
wanted to get better acquainted?
- [Karen] Yeah, but...
- Come on, why don't you open
the door and let a fellow in?
- [Karen] Oh no, I know what
you've got on your mind.
You're not gettin' in here!
- Oh, come on, quit acting
like a kid and let me in.
- Not until hell freezes over.
I've heard about you truck
drivers and your women.
For your information, I'm no
truck stop woman, you hear me?
And I'm gonna call the manager
if you don't get the
hell out of here.
And I mean it!
Well?
You leaving, Kelly?
Kelly, dammit, I know
you're out there.
Kelly?
Hey!
Put me down, Kelly!
Put me...
You better put me down, Kelly.
I thought you said
you were a gentleman.
I'll call the manager!
Oh no, Kelly.
I'll scream so loud, it'll
wake up everybody in the motel.
- Now, now, now, now.
We wouldn't want
that to happen now.
And you're right.
We wouldn't want to give us
truck drivers a bad reputation.
Oh, actually though, Karen.
We're not like that at all.
- You aren't?
- No ma'am, no ma'am.
We're actually very, very
considerate and gentle
and compassionate and
soft-spoken and subtle.
- Subtle?
- Yeah.
Like this.
(romantic orchestra music)
(birds chirping)
Hey, Karen!
When we get to
Springdale, I got a
couple friends I'd
like you to meet.
- Sorry to disappoint you Kelly,
but I may not be
going to Springdale.
- What do you mean you
might not be going?
Can't just skip out
of my life like that.
- You know what your
trouble is, Kelly?
You got your ego
in the wrong place.
- Now hold on just a minute.
- Sorry, but I gotta be going!
- Hey!
(engine roars)
Hey, Karen.
You're not going to
drive off like this
without telling me who you are.
- [Karen] No...
I'm gonna drive off and
leave you like this.
(laughs)
- You know, George?
I thought I saw a streaker.
- Oh, Ethel.
(phone rings)
- Yeah?
Yes, sir, Mr. Fontaine.
Right, sure.
Yeah, I just sent a load
to them this morning.
They ought to get it
in a couple of days.
Why are they coming down here?
Sure, it's all right with me.
Fine, sir.
Just give me a call and
I'll come right out.
- Did you here about
the frustrated dog?
He couldn't get his down up.
* That's my home on the range
Hey, gently will you
put this in the cab?
Thanks.
- Hey, Ben, how's it going?
- Oh, about the same.
How was your trip?
- Oh, pretty tiring,
but otherwise all right.
Say, Diesel Joe...
I got some trouble with
my electrical system.
You think you can
do something for me?
- Sure.
- Okay, well you
know where it is.
Here, Fred.
Hey, what are you still
doing here, anyway?
I thought by now you'd
be loaded and gone.
- Well, I should be.
But let me show you something.
Two of Fontaine's drivers
got there ahead of me.
Same thing as usual.
And, hell, they just
come in last night.
- Come on, Ben.
(knock on the door)
Frankie, we want to
know how the hell
Simmons and Andrews
got to the top
of the list on the trip board.
- Maybe it's their turn out.
- Ben tells me they
just got in last night.
And now they're being
loaded up to go out again?
How long do you think we're
gonna put up with this crap?
- Look, Kelly, you're starting
to sound like your ol' man.
Now if you don't like the way
we do business around here,
why don't you do your
hauling somewhere else?
- You know, Frankie?
You might have a
pretty good idea there.
We just might do that.
Come on, Ben.
Let's get the hell out of here.
- That bossy comic.
If I didn't need
the work, I'd a jam
that clipboard right
down his throat.
- Come on, buddy, now.
Take it easy, relax.
- Eh, I know.
I know that every time
I talk to that jerk,
he gets my balls into an uproar.
- Ah, just take it easy.
You'll live longer.
- Ah, all right, all right.
Hey, how about going to the
club for dinner tonight, huh?
I could stand a
change of scenery.
- Yeah, well that's the
best offer I've had today.
But, first, I want
to go down again
and take a look
at my dad's truck.
- Oh look, Mike, I feel
the same as you do,
but do you think
you should be going
down there every time
you get back into town?
- I just can't help it.
I gotta find out what
caused that accident.
I know that if I just keep on
nosying around, I'll find out.
- All right.
Okay, I'll see you later, huh?
- Okay, buddy.
(birds chirping)
* Take my hand
* And put it into yours
* And we'll walk away together
* Out among the
flowers and trees *
Hello, buddy.
- Hi, Mike.
How'd it go?
- Eh, not too good.
I need to know what
I was looking for
and it's pretty much
of a mess down there.
But I still don't believe my
dad's death was
an accident, so...
He was just too smart for that.
By the way, listen.
When I got back from college,
you started talking
to me about Frankie
and my old man and we never
really got around to it.
- Nah, nah, you're right.
But you gotta remember
that everything
I say is strictly
my own opinion.
I think that Frankie knows a lot
more about that accident
than is on the police report.
Because he and Jim
never got along at all.
- I know, I know.
Say, what about that
plan that my dad had
that had a whole
new terminal set up?
- I believe it was a
lot of illegal freight
being trucked to and
from that terminal.
And Jim had caught on to it.
That's why he wanted to go out
and take the
independents with him.
- You think that stuff is
still going through here?
- All I can say is there's
a lot of Fontaine's
trucks that are going out
to unknown destinations.
- Well, what do you think
we ought to do about it?
- Well, Mike, that's
sort of up to you.
You see...
All the boys really
looked up to your father.
They would have done
anything for him.
And I think you're
the only one that
can pick up where he left off.
- Are you telling me
that these truckers
would jump at the
chance to start
a whole new terminal
of their own?
- Yeah, sure, I
believe they would.
- Okay.
Well, if you think
these guys will listen,
you can get them all together
and I'll talk to them.
That is, if they will listen
to a newcomer like myself.
- They'll listen.
(overlapping chatter)
- Something funny going
on out here, boss.
That Kelly kid and Ben Turner
having some kind of meeting.
All the independent
drivers are here.
- Tell you what you do.
You call a couple
of the other boys
and have them meet me down
there as soon as possible.
- Okay, boss.
- All right, now we all
know we're not gonna get
any fair deals from
Fontaine and Frankie.
And there are a lot of
other things going on
down there at that
terminal that I don't
think any of you fellows
want anything to do with.
So, now my ol' man
came up with a plan
explaining what to do
and he had it printed up.
Now I think we ought to go
along with what Jim said...
And set up our own terminal.
Now that way, we're all
gonna get a fair deal.
(chattering)
(foreboding music)
- I understand you and the other
boys are having
a little meeting?
- [Ben] So what?
- You wouldn't be trying
to start some more trouble
for us like your old
man did, now, would you?
- You know, Frankie, I'm
glad you brought that up.
I've been meaning to
ask you where were you
the night my old man got killed?
- Now what's that
supposed to mean?
- It means I never
have thought my
old man's death was an accident.
- You know, Kelly...
If I were you, I
don't believe I'd
be saying things
I couldn't prove.
- Got one word of
advice for you, Frankie.
You better hope the day never
comes when I can prove it.
(anxious music)
You got me all loaded
out and ready to go?
- Sure, you're really
loaded this time.
- All right.
What's my first stop?
- Here's your weight bill.
- Mmm-hmm.
Okay.
See you in a few days.
- Yeah?
Good.
(engine roars)
(slow anxious music)
- Get me the warehouse
on the phone.
Never mind, I'll do it.
Frankie?
Jake Fontaine here.
Yeah.
What did you find
out about last night?
Oh.
That again?
Who's got 'em all
riled up this time?
Kelly's boy, huh?
Well...
He gets too loud, you're gonna
have to do something about it.
Good.
Good.
By the way, you know you
have to be over here at noon.
Those Synicka
people are gonna be
here from upstate for a meeting.
And Frankie...
Bring me a copy of
that information
Kelly is circulating.
(upbeat country music)
- What seems to be
the trouble, officer?
- [Officer] Routine spot check.
You carrying any cargo?
- Sure am, just got loaded
up about half an hour ago.
- [Officer] I'll have
to ask you to step down.
Let me see your weight bill
and your operator's
license, please.
- Okay.
Make it fast, though, will you?
Got a long way to ride.
- Lieutenant!
This looks like the one.
- Well, Mr. Kelly...
I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to put you under arrest
and take you down
to headquarters.
- Headquarters?
What for?
- Mr. Kelly, you're
carrying stolen goods.
- You're crazy!
- I would like at this time to
inform you of your
constitutional rights.
You have the right
to remain silent.
(phone rings)
- McDonald.
Already?
Yeah, what'd you get?
Good.
Yeah.
Who's the driver?
Where was he out at?
What do you mean
Jim Kelly's boy?
Hell, that can't be right.
Something's not copacetic.
You booked him yet?
Well don't, he's been set up.
Yeah, where you got him?
Okay.
Hello, Kelly.
- Hello, Lieutenant.
Would you mind telling me why
your people dragged
me down here?
- You had a chance to
call your attorney yet?
- Attorney?
I never needed an attorney
before and I don't need one now.
- Eh, suit yourself.
But you were caught
hauling stolen goods.
- Ah, don't give me that
bullshit, Lieutenant.
You know me better than that.
- Maybe.
But what was that stuff
doing on your truck?
- How the hell do I know?
I don't load the damn thing!
- All right, Kelly, all
right, calm down now.
Look, how do you think that
freight got on your truck?
- How do I...
Well I'll tell you Lieutenant.
I think a colony
of little ants had
nothing to do in
their spare time,
so they kind of just had a
conference and sneaked --
- Okay, Kelly, okay.
If that's the way you want it,
I'm gonna tell it to
you just like it is.
Now look.
You may not know it, but you
could be in a lot of trouble.
Now, both you and I know
that somebody set you up.
But it don't matter
a damn what you
and I think, it's
what the court thinks!
- Hell, don't you have any
pull around here, Lieutenant?
Can't you fix it?
- It's not that simple.
They caught you hauling
illegal freight.
For all they know,
you put it on there.
- Like hell I did!
- Okay, Kelly.
Maybe I can help ya.
But you're gonna
have to help me.
- Meaning what?
- It's simple.
I'll go to bat
for you, if you'll
do some other cover work for me.
- Oh no, no.
You got people that you
pay to be informers.
That's not in my bag.
- Okay, Kelly.
I hope you know a
damn good lawyer.
'Cause you're gonna need it.
Book Mike Kelly.
- Hold on, Lieutenant.
- You change your mind already?
- Well, let's just say I'm
willing to consider it.
What's the deal?
- Kelly, for a long time now,
we've been suspecting that
stolen goods have been
transported through
Midtown Terminal.
But suspecting and proving
are two different things.
- Well, how do I fit in?
- Well, Kelly, what
we need to know
is when that warehouse is
full of hijacked freight
and, if possible, where it
came from and where it's going.
- Look, Lieutenant, if
they're doing what you say,
then they're not
gonna let me just
sneak in there and
start nosying around.
Besides, Ben Turner and
myself are trying to
organize the independents
to start our own terminal.
Now what am I
supposed to tell Ben?
- You're a bright boy!
You ought to be able to
figure out something.
Now, Kelly, what
we've talked about
goes no further than this room.
Understand?
- Thanks, Lieutenant.
Now how the hell do
I get out of here?
- (sighs) Well, I'm
gonna go down and
get the judge to
set bond for you.
And, before the case comes up,
I'll have the charges drop.
That is, if you cooperate.
- Okay, okay.
Can I go now?
- Yeah, you can go.
Oh, Kelly.
- Hmm?
- Keep your pants zipped.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So Frankie is with
Fontaine out there?
Well what is Fontaine's address?
Ah, come on now, sugar.
You owe me a little
favor now, remember?
Well of course it's in the
ritzy district, where else?
Yeah, that's it.
Uh-huh.
All right, thanks doll.
No, not tonight sweetheart.
I've got a real long
run to make and I...
I won't be back for a
couple, maybe three days.
But I'll tell you
what I will do.
Soon as I get back,
I'll give you a call
and we'll have one of
our swingin' times.
(laughs) You're a doll.
Yeah, but listen honey.
I really appreciate this.
Bye-bye.
(engine roars)
- Okay, take care of it.
- Uh, like I was
saying, Mr. Fontaine,
I hated to lose that
freight, but that was
the only way to take
care of that Kelly bum.
- You think it'll work, huh?
- I'll almost stake
my life on it, Mr. --
- Almost?
- Uh, that's just an expression.
(fast suspenseful music)
(groaning in pain)
- Who the hell do
you think you are?
Get that damn rig off my
lawn before I call the cops.
- Why you old goat.
If it weren't for your
age, I'd belt you one.
On second thought...
- Bravo!
Bravo!
I see you've taken to beating up
old men yourself now, Kelly.
- What the hell
are you doing here?
- You just can't
believe it, can you?
- You mean you and him?
- Mm-hmm.
My daddy.
- Now I get it.
Wouldn't tell me
your last name, huh?
Thought I wouldn't have anything
to do with you if I knew.
- You wouldn't dare.
Kelly, put me down!
- [Kelly] Like
father, like daughter.
- [Karen] Kelly!
- I'm warning you, Jake.
Next time you try to set me
up, you won't get off so easy.
- What the hell is
going on around here?
I thought you told me
you'd taken care of him?
- I thought I had, Mr. Fontaine.
I don't understand how
he got out so soon.
- Well you better quit fooling
around and do something
about it before he gets
us in more trouble.
And, in the meantime,
if I was you,
I wouldn't let him come back
to the terminal, either.
- Look, Mr. Fontaine, if
we try to keep Kelly out,
we're only looking for trouble
from the other drivers.
The only thing I
know how to do now is
to let him have an accident,
just like his old man.
- Okay, but make sure you don't
botch up the job this time.
- No wonder you guys ain't
gettin' any good stuff.
You let these punks
push you around.
That had happened up north...
He'd be wearing
some over shoes now.
- Doesn't happen that often.
- Eh, enough of that.
The boss wants us to tell ya,
he ain't happy with the cheap
goods you been sending up there.
We need better stuff.
And more of it.
(engine roars)
(country music)
- [Voiceover] Boy, look
at the chassy on that.
(laughs) Bassy chassy.
I sure would like
to finance that.
- Buster, you couldn't
finance the front
or rear bumper on this chassy.
Get on back to your table.
* Said we're just going
where you're going
* Life reaching for the sky
* I need a real good woman
* To make love,
gonna getcha by *
- Couldn't get here any sooner.
Whatcha got?
(giggling)
- My girls tell me they got a
couple truckloads
of colored TV sets.
- How long they been here?
- At least half an
hour, I suppose.
- Get rid of 'em.
* She tells me that she loves me
* And I have two golden birds
- All right guys,
time to get out.
Come on.
- What's going on here?
- Time to move it.
Come on.
Now!
Come on, get out of here.
Beat it, now.
No, we've got a place
of business to run.
Now get out.
- News, girls.
- [Waitress] Now!
(inaudible conversation)
- Let's go.
(engine roars)
(water trickling)
- As soon as that
stuff's transferred,
put that truck in the river.
Take the railroad outta here
and Smokey won't see ya.
But keep your CBs turned on.
And don't leave any
tracks around here.
- Yeah, yeah, boss.
(country music)
- Just coffee, sweetheart.
- Mike Kelly.
- Maggie!
(laughs)
- Mike, you look
more like yourself
than the last time I saw ya.
- Yeah, you look a
hundred times better.
- You coming or going?
- No, I'm just
getting on back in.
Got loaded about
a half hour ago.
- From the looks
of you, I'd say you
could use something
stronger than coffee.
- Maybe.
What do you got in mind?
- (laughs) Come on.
(slow romantic music)
Something bothering you, Kelly?
You don't seem
like your old self.
- No.
It's nothing.
- Am I boring you?
Would you rather I just left?
- (sighs) No, it's not you.
It's personal.
- Is she that important to you?
- Yeah.
How'd you know it was a "she"?
- We women know these things.
- Hmm.
- You want to talk it over?
- No, I don't think so.
- Listen, Kelly.
If I cared about someone...
Cared that much...
It'd take a lot to
keep me from them.
Go after her.
It gets real lonely out there.
(horn honks)
- I got your note, Lieutenant.
- [Lieutenant] That's obvious.
What the hell took you so long?
You shacked up somewhere?
- Aw, Lieutenant.
- Come on, let's get going.
What the hell's a big idea going
out to Jake Fontaine's
yesterday morning?
- What are you getting
at, Lieutenant?
- Ah, come on, Kelly, dammit.
Don't play dumb with me.
I know you went
out there yesterday
and beat up on Fontaine
and three of his men.
You even threw his
daughter in the pool.
What the hell you trying to do?
Clear the whole deal?
- Oh, no, it was personal.
- Personal?
Look, I don't give a
damn what you call it,
but you're no good
to me unless you're
hauling freight out
of Midtown Terminal.
- Well then I'm no
good to you anymore.
Because I don't haul
out of Midtown, anymore.
- The hell you don't!
We got a deal.
You're going right back in there
and behave yourself,
just like always.
You understand?
- You really mean
that, don't you?
- Damn right, I do.
Got those charges dropped.
- Man, when you got a
guy with a hairy short,
you sure know how to
put the squeeze on him.
- Hi, Joe.
You putting the chi boss
on some poor trucker's rig?
- The way you monkeys tool
these things down the road,
you'd think they last forever.
- I'm just checkin', that's all.
I want to be sure you
know the difference
between a solenoid and
a thurgood stroker.
- What?
- The thurgood striker,
where it's attached
to the batton valve down there.
- Yeah, sure.
- See, I knew you
knew your business.
- You damn bet ya.
I'm the best they
got around here.
Old man Fontaine
would have gotten
somebody better a long time ago.
- That's right, Diesel
Joe, you're the best.
And I want you to know those
guys really appreciate you.
Too bad ol' Jim
Kelly isn't around
anymore to appreciate you, too.
- Yeah.
- That's what the guys were
saying the other night.
Too bad about ol' Jim.
You know, he was the best
friend I ever had in a business.
And I was wondering,
since you're such
a whiz on these
machines, do you mind
figuring out what
caused his accident?
- I don't know nothing!
What are you trying to say?
- Oh, uh...
Well, Mike's been going
down to the wreck almost
every day and it just
dawned on me that
you're the only one ever
worked on Jim's truck.
I hear you been
throwing an awful
lot of money around lately, Joe.
- Don't you go
accuse me of nothin'.
I ain't had nothing to do
with Jim Kelly's accident.
- I never said you did.
But you sure got awful
nervous all of a sudden.
- You best get out
of here, old man,
before I bust your skull!
- Okay, I'm going, I'm going.
But if I was you, I'd
get me some good answers
to what I was doing
on the old man's
truck the day of the accident.
- Welcome, ladies and
gentlemen, to the Flaming Pit.
I'm Alan Mitch Miller and I'll
be your host for
the entire evening.
And right now, for
your listening and
dancing pleasure, how
about a nice big hand for Peggy
Linville and the Castaways.
(applause)
* Come and share the sun with me
* It's all I have to give you
* But it's mine and it's free
* Come and chase the
gentle beams in the eve
* For one day, the sun
may no longer be there.
* I'm sitting here, remembering
a boy I used to know
* Though we parted
long, long ago
* I can see his smiling
eyes, kinda sad but very wise
* Looking through my memories
* Saying what he said to me
* Come and share the sun with me
* It's all I have to give you
* But it's mine and it's free
- You know, it just
isn't like Diesel Joe
to go into a rage and
threaten me like he did.
Mike, the more I think about it,
the more I think
that he had something
to do with Jim's accident or
knows an awful lot about it.
- Well, now that you
got him shook up,
it might be a good time
for me to talk to him.
If he knows anything, I might be
able to get it out of him now.
Say, how you doing
signing up those drivers
who weren't at the
meeting the other night?
- Not bad at all.
Signed up four more.
And that puts us
over the 20 mark.
- Say, that's great.
With that many, it
shouldn't be long
before we'll be in
business for ourselves.
And then we'll
show Fontaine how a
legitimate operation
should be run.
- Yeah, even if we
go broke trying, huh?
Say, I have to get up real
early for a run tomorrow
and us old timers
need our beauty sleep.
All night, that is.
See you later, huh?
- All right, ol' buddy.
* Everything but love can be
* Is mine because you
shared the sun with me
* Come and share the sun with me
* It's all I have to give you
- Hello, Mr. Kelly.
How'd you like to
buy a girl a drink
to make up for throwing
her in the pool?
- Well, I might, but I really
don't know you, do I, lady?
- Oh, come on, Mike.
Don't be sore.
Look, I don't know what's
wrong between you and Jake,
but believe me, I've had
nothing to do with it.
Honest.
It's not my fault.
Mind if I sit down?
- Suit yourself.
If you're telling
the truth, why didn't
you want me to
know who you were?
- Well maybe I didn't know if I
ever wanted to see
you again or not.
- Then what are you doing here?
- Dammit, Mike!
You can't blame me for something
I don't know anything about.
If you want to act
like a jackass, be one.
So long!
- Hey, Karen.
Come on, wait a minute.
- What do you want?
- Move over.
- The hell I will,
what do you want?
- I said move over!
- Now what?
- Now we'll go get that drink
you said I promised you.
Never let it be
said that Mike Kelly
ever refused an
offer from a lady.
- I'm afraid you're a
little late this time.
- What do you mean?
- Haven't you heard?
I can't go anywhere without
daddy's watchdogs following me.
I'm afraid he won't
be too happy when he
finds out I've been out
with you tonight, Kelly.
- Now that's just too bad!
(engine revs)
(fast country music)
(brakes screech)
(horn honking continuously)
(cows mooing)
(phone rings)
- Yeah.
Oh, boy!
You lunkheads!
Oh, let me think.
He's got an apartment
at 331 Ridgeway.
Now nothing's got to happen to
the old man's
daughter, understand?
All right.
- Well now, ma'am.
(glasses clink)
Here's that little
drink I owe ya.
- Hmm, I'll tell you what.
After a ride like that,
I sure could use one.
(slow romantic music)
You know, Kelly, I just
can't figure you out.
- Well why keep trying
to figure me out?
Why not just admit
you're crazy about me?
- Uh-oh, here comes
that ego again.
(sighs)
I think I'm the
crazy one, Kelly.
I think I'm falling
in love with you.
(birds chirping)
- Well, a good,
good morning to you.
You mind?
I have to take the lady
where she wants to go.
Gee, I guess I
forgot to say please.
- See?
You have no manners!
(laughs)
- Please?
Please!
(fast chasing music)
(tires squeal)
(train bell dings)
(tires screech)
- [Voiceover] Unit 15.
Onsprie Narrow Road headed
east, red sports car,
followed by a late model brown
Chrysler in high speed chase.
Apprehend.
(fast chasing music continues)
(train whistle blows)
(police siren wails)
(train whistle blows)
(police siren wails)
(train horn blows)
police radio chatter)
- Karen, I want to talk to you!
Where the hell have
you been all night?
- What are you asking me for?
That's what you pay your
watchdogs for, isn't it?
- Don't get smart with me!
You were out with Kelly
all night, weren't you?
- Sure, I was out with him.
So what?
- I told you not to have
anything to do with him.
- Daddy, you've told
me how to dress,
where to go to school, what
to eat almost all my life.
Now you're gonna tell me
who I can go out with?
- You're damn right!
And no daughter of mine is
associating with a
truck driving clod!
- You know, daddy?
I'm beginning to believe
some of the things
that Kelly and the other fellows
have been saying about you.
You really want to
control everything and
everybody around you no
matter what, don't you?
- Karen, don't you
get smart with me.
(gasps)
Karen, you come back here,
I'm not done with you yet.
(crying)
Look, baby.
All I want to do is tell you
how sorry I am
about what happened.
- You, sorry?
- Sure, I'm sorry.
It's just that I was
worried about you
when you didn't
come home all night.
And then the boys told me
that you were out with Kelly.
Naturally, it upset me.
I lost my temper, I guess.
You know how much I love
you and I'm really sorry.
- Oh, daddy.
I wish I could believe that.
- You're all I've got.
Can't you understand why
I want to protect you?
- Protect me?
All you're trying
to do is control me.
- You've got it all wrong, baby.
And matter of fact,
when you get down to it,
I really don't have
that much against Kelly.
He's just a stubborn young man
who doesn't know his
way around life yet.
So as long as you're
going to keep seeing him,
why don't you try and get
him to see things our way?
- I don't know, daddy.
I just don't know.
- Look, baby.
I've got to go down to
the terminal for a while.
Why don't you rest
and think about what
I said and we'll
talk about it later?
- Maybe.
- Frankie!
I want to talk to you inside.
- [Frankie] Morning,
Mr. Fontaine.
- I want to know
what you're doing
about that hot-headed
Mike Kelly.
- Well I haven't had a chance to
do anything about him
yet, Mr. Fontaine.
- Well you better take
care of him immediately.
- Why, is something wrong?
Is he bothering you again?
- He's not only
interfering in my business,
now he's in my private life
and I want him stopped.
- Permanently?
- Permanently.
- All right, Mr. Fontaine.
I'll take care of him today.
- Good.
In the meantime, what
I wanted to talk to you
over the phone was
those two Syndaca men
are going to be here
tonight with the
pay-off for last
month's shipments.
I want you to make
sure it's right
and bring it to me as
soon as they leave.
- Yes sir, Mr. Fontaine.
Tell Diesel Joe to
come and see me.
(suspenseful music)
(engine starts)
(foreboding music)
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
(dog barking)
- [Kelly] Hey, how are ya?
- What can I do for you, Mac?
- Say, name's Kelly.
Uh, I got my rig down
the road a little ways
and it's got some stripped out
fittings and some
damaged cylinders.
Think you might be able
to do something for me?
- Nah.
Been working on this here
rig here for three days.
Got one been sitting
over there for two.
Seems like I'm gonna
be tied up for a while.
Sorry about that, Mac.
- Uh, do you think somebody else
around here might
be able to help me?
- No, I...
Don't rightly think so.
- Say, uh, is that
pickup over there yours?
- No.
Matter of fact, I
hadn't thought of that.
Some guy named Joe drove
it in a little while ago.
He said he was some
kind of a mechanic.
- He didn't happen to say his
name was Diesel Joe, did he?
- Yeah.
Joe Diesel, something like that.
- Where'd he go?
- Last time I saw
him, he got a bottle
out of his truck there
and went on inside.
- Well, thanks, Mike.
- Don't mention it.
(chattering)
- Where's Diesel Joe, Buck?
- Sorry, Kelly, can't
help you, I don't know.
- Now, listen, don't
give me a hard time.
I know he's here, just
tell me where he is.
- Okay, okay, hold on, Kelly.
Number two.
- All right.
How long's he been here?
- Since about noon.
Bouncing with a broad.
(anticipatory music)
- Joe!
Open up in there.
Joe!
Open up!
- Gee, honey.
If I'd known you'd
been so handsome,
you wouldn't have had
to burst the door down.
I would have let you in.
- Get out of here, honey.
Split!
- What the hell?
Kelly, how'd the
hell you get here?
- Listen, I'm beginning to
put the pieces together.
I got a couple of questions
and I think you
know the answers.
- I ain't answering
any questions from you!
(fast music)
Stop him, he's
trying to kill me!
Buck, stop it!
- What's going on here?
- Diesel Joe helped
kill my ol' man.
- You mean Jim Kelly?
- Yeah.
Is this thing loaded?
- Sure, what do you think I do?
Hit him in the head with it?
(screams in pain)
(gun shoots)
- I've got one more left here.
That's enough to blow
the top of your head off.
Now, who paid you
to jimmy my brakes?
- Listen, don't kill me!
Frankie did.
Frankie paid me.
- Did Frankie pay you
to kill my ol' man?
- No one was
supposed to get hurt.
He just wanted to scare him.
I swear, Kelly, I swear.
Don't kill me!
Please don't kill me.
Please!
- Get up.
Get in that truck.
You're gonna drive me to town.
- [Diesel Joe]
What about my leg?
- That's your problem, man!
Get in that truck.
- All right, all right.
Boys, boys, boys!
Tiny just called, Trendy called,
and Mike Kelly's got
the goods on Fontaine.
And he's headed now
for Midtown Terminal.
Are we gonna let him
go all by himself?
(overlapping chatter)
All right, follow my rig.
Come on!
- You can tell your
boss he's got a
grade A shipment of
refrigerators headed his way.
- Hmm, that's fine.
Don't you want to
count the money?
- We'll even up if we
have to make adjustments.
- Whatever happened
to that punk...
Kelly?
- Oh, by now he must
have had an accident,
just like his old man,
you know what I mean?
(laughs)
(clears throat)
(tires screech)
(intense music)
- Frankie!
Frankie!
- Remember, I thought you said
you took care of that dude.
- I don't know what went wrong,
but it won't happen this time.
- [Voiceover] Hey, let's go!
Come on, let's go.
(overlapping talking)
(yelling)
(yells in pain)
(groans)
(gun shoots)
(gun shoots)
(yells)
(sirens wail)
(yelling)
(slow calculated music)
(engine roaring)
(gun shots)
(engine roars)
(groaning)
- Take it easy, Mike.
You'll kill him.
- Mike, you hurt?
- Sure I'm hurt.
What do you expect with all that
lead flying around in there?
- Yeah, we'll take
care of that for you.
You okay, otherwise?
- Yeah, I guess so.
Look, you'll find
all those stolen
freezers and TV sets in
section E back there.
I guess that should
wrap it up for ya.
- Yeah, except for
one pleasant chore.
(anxious music)
(cheering and applause)
- [Ben] Hi.
- Well, things will be different
now that Karen's the new boss.
And you'll be in
charge of the office.
All the drivers, even
Fontaine's, will get
a fair shake now.
- Yeah, but you know
it should be you
and Karen up there running
the terminal instead of --
- Ah, no!
You know me.
I got too many places
to go and things to see
before I settle
down to a desk job.
Well, we got these
wheels rollin'.
Ah, where is Karen, by the way?
- She said she'd be right
back, she had an errand to run.
- Oh.
Tell her I'll see
her when I get back.
- Take it easy now.
- Okay, you bet.
(engine roars)
- [Voiceover] Whew!
- What the hell are
you doing back there?
- Hello, Kelly.
- Don't you know that
now you're the boss,
you can't do things like this?
- Oh, come on, Kelly.
Isn't it okay if
the boss checks up
on the drivers once in a while?
Hey, what are you
stopping here for?
We've got a long ride ahead.
- I know it.
- Okay, let's get movin'.
- I'm bushed.
- This early in the day?
- I can always muster up enough
strength for an emergency.
- This is no emergency.
- Oh, it wouldn't be if you
hadn't sneaked on board, sexy.
- Now, Kelly, you're not getting
any silly ideas, are you?
- I can feel
something developing.
- That ego again?
- Well, I wouldn't
object if you'd
want to step out a
moment, excuse yourself.
Freshen up a little bit.
Put on some of that sweet
smellin' stuff for me.
- Okay, lover boy.
I'll be right back.
Don't get started without me.
- Who, me?
And miss all the fun and games?
(engine roars)
- Kelly!
Kelly, what in the
hell are you doing?
Kelly, you dirty
liar, come back here!
Kelly, you're fired!
Kelly!
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
* Pulling my big
rig along the line
* I'm just a
foot-mashin', gear jammin'
* Trucker named Kelly
* Somewhere up the road
I'll leave that sweet lovin'
* Warm-huggin', soft-kissin'
woman I call mine *