:20:01
l think I'm gonna be sick.
:20:09
All right, come on outta there.
:20:11
Come on.
:20:14
Come on.
:20:15
- We didn't see anyzhing. Did we?
- What? No. Not a thing.
:20:20
Besides, it's none of our business
if you guys wanna bump each other off.
:20:25
Say... Don't l know you two
from somewhere?
:20:28
Oh, no. We're just a couple of musicians.
:20:31
We came to pick up a car.
Nellie Weinmeyer's car.
:20:33
There's a dance tonight.
:20:36
- Come on, Jerry.
- Wait a minute.
:20:38
- Where do you think you're goin'?
- Urbana. It's about 100 miles from here...
:20:42
You're not goin' nowhere.
:20:47
- We're not?
- l don't like no witnesses.
:20:49
- We won't breathe a word.
- You won't breathe nothin'.
:20:53
Not even air.
:21:26
All right, boys, let's blow out of here.
We'll take care of those guys later.
:21:44
l think they got me.
:21:46
- They got the bull fiddle.
- No blood?
:21:48
lf they catch us, there'll be blood
all over. Type O. Come on.