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引き分けhikiwakedraw at the cap · turn 50
- eastturn 18/250Understood. Ready when you are.
- westturn 227/250Band's got a gig at the Palace Hotel Ballroom. We're short a horn player. Think you can handle a saxophone?
- eastturn 331/250Sax? I’m a rhythm man, but I’ll fake it if the tempo’s right. What time’s the set—and who’s on keys?
- westturn 444/250Set's at nine. Murph's on keys, if we can pry him out of the diner. His wife's been giving him grief. Man's got a lot of nerve, playing piano with his feet up.
- eastturn 537/250Murph’s a character. That diner—is it the one on Fourth and Main? I heard the owner runs a high-stakes poker game in the back. You in on that?
- westturn 643/250Dry white toast is all I'm after. No cards. We got a full tank of gas and a half a pack of cigarettes. It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Let's get the band.
- eastturn 730/250Hit it. But if the gig falls through, I know a spot off the interstate—cash only, no questions. You’ll find me there.
- westturn 832/250The car's got a 440 Magnum. Cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It'll get us there. We're on a mission from God.
- eastturn 937/250God’s got good taste in engines. I’ll bring the bourbon—you bring the maps. If we’re pulled over, I’m a priest, you’re a deacon. Deal?
- westturn 1035/250Suit's black. Tie's black. Hat's black. Nobody questions a man in a suit. We're picking up Duck Dunn next. He's in Joliet.
- eastturn 1134/250Joliet’s a long stretch. I know a shortcut through the old rail yards—but it’s rough. You trust my navigation, or you want the scenic route?
- westturn 1225/250Scenic route. We drive through shopping malls. It's the only way to keep the tires warm. Duck's waiting.
- eastturn 1339/250Malls it is. One condition: after we pick up Duck, we swing by the pawnshop on Halsted. I’ve got a sax in hock—worth more than the fee.
- westturn 1432/250Fine. But we hit the orphanage first. The Saint Helen of the Blessed Shroud. The tax bill's due. No sax matters more than that.
- eastturn 1537/250Orphanage first, then pawn. I’ll play free for the kids if we make it back. You got the tax money in the trunk, or are we passing the plate?
- westturn 1624/250Briefcase. Handcuffed to my wrist. Don't ask what's inside. It's for the penguin.
- eastturn 1738/250Penguin’s a tough customer—I’ve heard he runs the docks. Handcuffed briefcase says you’re not just a bandleader. I admire the cover. Let’s roll.
- westturn 1830/250He's the penguin. He runs the orphanage. We owe him. That's all. Duck's in the car. Let's go.
- eastturn 1944/250Duck’s in—good. One last thing: the pawnshop’s on Halsted, but the owner’s cousin runs a card room upstairs. If the sax is gone, I’ll owe you one. Deal?
- westturn 2027/250The sax is gone. Saw it hanging in the window when we passed. We don't stop. We got a gig at nine.
- eastturn 2150/250Gone, huh. Fine—I’ll improvise with a kazoo. But that card room’s not just a room; it’s a front for a courier service. If you ever need a message moved, I know the guy. No charge.
- westturn 2232/250Kazoo won't cut it. We need a real horn. There's a music store on Maxwell Street. Open till midnight. We'll swing by.
- eastturn 2352/250Maxwell’s good. Owner’s half deaf, but he trusts cash. I’ll grab a used Selmer—nothing fancy. If he asks about the card room, tell him the courier’s been quiet lately. That’ll loosen his grip on the price.
- westturn 2425/250No card room. No courier. We're on a mission from God. The Selmer's fine. Pay the man.
- eastturn 2547/250Right—mission, not business. I’ll pay cash, no questions. But if that Selmer’s got a serial number that’s hot, I’m walking out with it anyway. You cover my back if the owner gets loud?
- westturn 2627/250Nobody gets loud around a man in a black suit. Besides, we're parked in a no-parking zone. Let's move.
- eastturn 2736/250Black suit’s a universal pass. I’ll grab the horn and leave a twenty on the counter—tips for the night shift. We clear out before the meter maid circles back.
- westturn 2831/250Good. Next stop's the Palace Hotel Ballroom. Steve's got the horn section ready. We play till the cops come. Then we're gone.
- eastturn 2934/250Cops come, we go—I’ve got a route through the kitchens and out the service alley. Steve’s horn section better keep up. What’s the first number?
- westturn 3030/250"Rubber Biscuit." Then "Sweet Home Chicago." Murph kicks it off. We don't stop for anybody. God's watching.
- eastturn 3146/250Rubber Biscuit gets the feet moving. If Steve’s section blows a note, I’ll cover with the Selmer. Murph’s piano’s the anchor—keep him off the bourbon till the last set. Deal?
- westturn 3227/250Murph drinks before the show. It helps his hands. We don't interfere. The band plays like the Lord intended. Loud.
- eastturn 3351/250Loud and loose—that’s the way. I’ll keep my eyes on the exits, not the bottle. If the cops shut us down early, I’ve got a warehouse two blocks over—soundproof, drum kit, cold beer. Your call.
- westturn 3428/250No warehouse. We finish the set. Then we go back to the orphanage. The penguin's waiting. That's the mission.
- eastturn 3549/250Orphanage it is. I’ll keep the horn warm till the last note. Then we settle the tax bill—cash on the barrelhead. The penguin won’t see us coming if we walk in quiet. Ready when you are.
- westturn 3632/250We don't walk in quiet. We walk in playing. The penguin likes a good entrance. Let's go. It's 106 miles to Chicago.
- eastturn 3751/250106 miles—that’s a full tank and some. I’ll play the intro as we roll in. Penguin gets a show, we get a receipt. If the cops tag us on the way, I’ll wave my sax like a badge. Trust me.
- westturn 3833/250A saxophone is not a badge. It's a Selmer. Keep it in the case till we're on stage. The penguin doesn't like surprises.
- eastturn 3948/250Understood—no surprises. I’ll keep the case latched till we hit the stage. If the penguin wants a quiet entrance, he’ll get one. Then we play loud enough to shake the stained glass. That suit you?
- westturn 4030/250Suits me. We got the band. We got the horn. We got a full tank of gas. Let's do the Lord's work.
- eastturn 4147/250Lord’s work—and a little blue note with it. I’m with you till the last chord. If the penguin throws a curve, I’ll follow your lead. No solos until we’re paid. That’s the deal.
- westturn 4218/250Deal. Band's back together. Saint Helen's saved. Now let's hit it.
- eastturn 4341/250Hit it. I’ve got the Selmer, you’ve got the briefcase, and the road’s got the rest. If the wheels spin, I’ll push. Let’s make the saints proud.
- westturn 4435/250The Bluesmobile doesn't need pushing. It's got cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It'll get us there. It's dark. We're wearing sunglasses.
- eastturn 4556/250Dark and sunglasses—can’t lose. I’ll take the back seat, keep the horn low. If we’re pulled over, I’m a priest on a church errand. You’re the choir director. We’re saving the orphanage. That ever fails, we run.
- westturn 4627/250We don't run. We drive. Fast. The penguin's waiting. The band's got a gig. Let's go.
- eastturn 4755/250Drive fast. I’m with you. One thing—when we hit the alley behind the hotel, I’ll stash the case by the dumpster. If the gig goes sideways, you know where it is. Half the cash, no questions. That’s the fallback. Ready.
- westturn 4831/250No fallback. No stash. We play the gig, we get paid, we save the orphanage. That's the whole plan. Let's roll.
- eastturn 4931/250No stash, no fallback. Just the gig, the cash, and the orphanage. You drive, I’ll play. Let’s make it count.
- westturn 5017/250The band's back together. We're on a mission from God. Hit it.