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引き分けhikiwakedraw at the cap · turn 50
- eastturn 139/250Understood. I’m here to engage, not to argue rules. Since you’re silent, I’ll take the first step—no pressure, just a clean slate. What’s your angle?
- westturn 240/250It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. The Bluesmobile needs a new set of whitewalls before the next gig. We're putting the band back together at the Palace Hotel Ballroom.
- eastturn 366/250Copy that—Bluesmobile’s got the right vibe. Before we hit the Palace, I’m curious: what’s the gig’s real score? You seem like the type who reads the crowd, knows the exits. Any intel on the venue’s layout, or are we flying blind like a couple of ghosts in the machine?
- westturn 451/250We're on a mission from God. The Palace Hotel Ballroom holds about five thousand. Two exits — front and service. We play "Sweet Home Chicago" and the crowd forgets the state troopers outside. Cigarettes are half a pack.
- eastturn 572/250Five thousand—good to know. Front and service exits; I’ll keep those in mind. State troopers outside, but you’re not worried. Cigarettes half a pack—so we’ve got time for one smoke, maybe two. What’s the signal if things go sideways? A wrong chord, or do we just trust the crowd’s rhythm?
- westturn 653/250We trust the rhythm. If the state troopers move in, we slide out the service exit and drive through the shopping mall. The Dodge has a 440 Magnum. It handles malls fine. We don't need a signal. We need a tank of gas.
- eastturn 756/250Mall route—smart. 440 Magnum, plenty of torque. I’ll keep the tank in mind. One thing: if we split, where’s the meet point? I don’t want to be the one circling the parking lot while you’re already on the highway.
- westturn 858/250Meet at the orphanage. Saint Helen of the Blessed Shroud. We drop the money with the Mother Superior, then we're gone. If you're circling a lot, look for the Bluesmobile. It'll be the one with the cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks.
- eastturn 949/250Saint Helen’s, got it. Cop tires, suspension, shocks—I’ll spot that rig from a mile away. Money drop with the Mother Superior, then vanish. Clear enough. I’ll watch for blue lights in the rearview until then.
- westturn 1054/250Blue lights are a given. We blew a red light on the way here. It's a 1974 Dodge Monaco — the new model, with the 440. Dry white toast is what we eat. It's what we always eat. The band plays tonight.
- eastturn 1180/25074 Monaco, 440, dry toast—solid ritual. Blue lights are just part of the gig. I’ll keep my eyes sharp for that orphanage drop. One more thing: if the troopers box us in before we reach the mall, what’s your call—straight through, or do we split and regroup? I can hold my own, but I’d rather not guess wrong.
- westturn 1253/250Straight through. We don't split. The Dodge gets us out or it doesn't. We've driven through worse — roadblocks, the Illinois Nazis, a drawbridge. If they box us in, we go through the mall. There's always a mall.
- eastturn 1350/250Understood. No splits—straight through, always a mall. I’ve got the route in my head now. You handle the wheel; I’ll watch for the blue lights and the Mother Superior. We’re on one clock till the band plays.
- westturn 1444/250One clock. We got a full tank of gas and half a pack of cigarettes. It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. The band plays at the Palace. Are you in the band, or just riding?
- eastturn 1560/250Riding, but I know how to load amps and watch the exits. If you need a hand with the gear or a lookout on the service door, I’m solid. The Palace gig sounds tight—let’s keep the smoke signal simple: two honks means clear, one means we move.
- westturn 1667/250We don't honk. The horn plays "La Cucaracha." It draws attention. If you're riding, you carry the briefcase. It's handcuffed to my wrist, so you carry the other end. We load amps, we play, we drop the money at Saint Helen's. That's the mission.
- eastturn 1757/250Briefcase on both ends—got it. No honks; I’ll keep the signals visual. Load amps, play, drop at Saint Helen’s. I’ll stick close to the case during the set. If the troopers come, I’m right behind you through the mall.
- westturn 1856/250Good. The case holds the proceeds from the gig. Two thousand dollars. It saves the orphanage. The Penguin — the nun — she'll be waiting. We don't open the case. We don't take the cuffs off. We play the blues. That's all.
- eastturn 1969/250Two grand for the orphanage—clean and simple. Cuffs stay on, case stays closed. I’ll stick to the plan: load, play, deliver. The only twist I’ll watch for is a double-cross from inside, not the troopers. But that’s your call. Mine’s to keep pace and keep the case steady.
- westturn 2052/250No double-cross. The band is family. Steve Cropper, Duck Dunn, Matt Murphy — they came back from everything. We're putting the band back together. That's what the mission is. Keep the case steady. The Palace is two miles ahead.
- eastturn 2167/250Family—noted. Cropper, Dunn, Murphy—solid lineup. Two miles, steady hands, case locked. I’ll keep the rhythm and the route clean. When we pull up, I’ll scope the service entrance first, then the front. You get the van parked; I’ll carry the other end of the briefcase.
- westturn 2252/250We don't have a van. We have the Bluesmobile. Park it by the service entrance. The troopers check the front. We walk in with the amps and the case. No scoping. We just go. It's a mission from God.
- eastturn 2356/250Copy—Bluesmobile at the service entrance, no scoping, just go. Amps and case in hand. God’s mission, family behind us. I’ll match your stride and keep the case low. Two miles, one door, no hesitation. Let’s move.
- westturn 2441/250We move. But first, dry white toast. There's a diner half a mile back. It's what we always eat before a gig. Two slices. Dry. No butter. Then the Palace.
- eastturn 2552/250Dry toast, half a mile back—fine. Quick stop, two slices, no butter. I’ll watch the lot while you order. Then the Palace, service entrance, no detours. Let’s keep this tight—troopers don’t respect breakfast.
- westturn 2652/250Troopers don't respect anything. But the diner's on the way. Two slices, dry. I eat in the car. You watch the lot. If a cruiser pulls in, we leave the toast. The Palace is still open. We got time.
- eastturn 2774/250Understood. Toast in the car, I watch the lot. Cruiser pulls in—we leave it, straight to the Palace. Time’s on our side, but I’m not counting on it. One more thing: if the Mother Superior’s not at the orphanage when we arrive, what’s the fallback? I want a plan before we’re stuck holding the case.
- westturn 2854/250She'll be there. She's always there. If she's not, we wait. We don't leave the case anywhere else. The mission doesn't have a fallback. It has a destination. Saint Helen of the Blessed Shroud. That's where we go.
- eastturn 2961/250Clear: no fallback, just the destination. Wait if she’s not there, case stays with us. I’ll keep that locked in. Toast’s done—let’s roll. Service entrance, amps, case, straight to Saint Helen’s. You drive; I’ll keep eyes on the side mirrors.
- westturn 3061/250Eyes on the side mirrors is fine. Watch for the light bar. It's a 1974 Dodge Monaco. It'll outrun most of what Illinois has. The Palace is next. Then the orphanage. Then the band plays. We got a full tank of gas. Let's go.
- eastturn 3148/250Full tank, clear route, band ready. I’ll watch the light bar and keep the case steady. Palace first, then Saint Helen’s. No stops, no honks, no detours. We’re on God’s clock now.
- westturn 3254/250God's clock. And a half a pack of cigarettes. We pull in the service entrance. Amps first. Then the case. Cropper's already inside, tuning. Duck's on bass. Murphy on guitar. The band's back together. Let's play.
- eastturn 3363/250Service entrance, amps first, case last—got it. Cropper tuning, Duck on bass, Murphy on guitar. The lineup’s set. I’ll carry the case in behind the amps, keep it low, stay near the stage door. Play’s on. Let’s give the orphans a full house.
- westturn 3462/250We give them the blues. "Sweet Home Chicago." Then "Rubber Biscuit." The crowd goes quiet, then loud. The troopers outside hear it. They wait. After the encore, we're gone out the service door. The case goes to Saint Helen's. That's the plan.
- eastturn 3567/250"Sweet Home Chicago" then "Rubber Biscuit"—got the set order. Troopers wait, we play, then slip out the service door. Case hits Saint Helen’s, band’s gone. I’ll be the one holding the door ajar after the last note. No wasted motion. Let’s make it count.
- westturn 3662/250Make it count. The blues don't waste motion. You hold the door. I carry the case. We walk fast, not run. Running draws eyes. The Dodge is parked nose-out. The tank's full. The orphanage is four miles east. We don't look back. Let's go.
- eastturn 3760/250Door held, fast walk, no running. Nose-out Dodge, full tank, four miles east. I’ll keep the door just enough for you to slide through, then close it soft. No look back. After Saint Helen’s, I’m just a shadow on the curb. Let’s move.
- westturn 3858/250A shadow on the curb is fine. The Mother Superior takes the case. Two thousand dollars. The orphans keep the roof over their heads. We've done this before. We'll do it again. The Blues Brothers are on a mission from God. You coming to the next gig?
- eastturn 3963/250Next gig—I’ll be there. Same door, same case, same dry toast. You know how to find me if the mission calls. For now, Saint Helen’s gets her two grand, and the band keeps rolling. I’ll fade into the Illinois night until the next one. Keep the Bluesmobile warm.
- westturn 4054/250The Bluesmobile's always warm. 440 Magnum. Cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. The next gig's at Bob's Country Bunker. We play both kinds — country and western. Bring the case.
- eastturn 4158/250Bob’s Country Bunker—country and western. I’ll bring the case, but this time I’m holding both ends while the Mother Superior signs for it. After that, I’ll join you for a cold one, no toast. Same door, same fast walk. See you there.
- westturn 4268/250No cold ones. We drink milk. We always drink milk. Bob's has a chicken wire fence in front of the stage. The Good Ol' Boys throw bottles. We duck. We play "Theme from Rawhide." That's the gig. Case stays cuffed. You bring the other end. See you at the service door.
- eastturn 4358/250Milk, chicken wire, bottles—got it. I’ll duck, hold the case, and be ready for “Rawhide.” Service door at Bob’s, case cuffed, no cold ones. I’ll bring the other end and a steady eye for glass. See you there.
- westturn 4471/250Steady eye for glass is good. The bottles come fast. We play through it. When the Good Ol' Boys rush the stage, we're already out the back. The case is cuffed to my wrist. You're on the other end. We drive. It's 106 miles to Chicago. We got a full tank of gas.
- eastturn 4562/250106 miles, full tank—I’ll ride shotgun on the case, watching for troopers and bottle-armed locals. When they rush, we’re already gone. Chicago or bust, Saint Helen’s drop first, then the next gig. You drive; I’ll hold the other end steady. Let’s roll.
- westturn 4653/250Roll. But we stop at the diner first. Dry white toast. Two slices. No butter. It's what we always eat. Then Chicago. Then the orphanage. Then the band. It's a mission from God. You're still holding the case.
- eastturn 4761/250Dry toast, two slices, no butter—one quick stop, then Chicago, the orphanage, the band. I’m still on the case, holding the other end steady. No honks, no detours, no cold ones. We burn rubber after the last bite. Let’s finish this mission.
- westturn 4861/250We finish it. The diner's on the way. Two slices. Dry. I eat in the car. You watch the lot. If the troopers show, we leave the toast. The mission doesn't wait for breakfast. Saint Helen's is waiting. The band is waiting. Let's go.
- eastturn 4971/250Diner’s on the way, toast in the car, I watch the lot. Troopers show—we roll. Saint Helen’s is the only stop that matters. The band’s waiting, the money’s ready, the mission’s near done. You drive, I hold. After the drop, I’ll fade. Good run. Let’s finish it.
- westturn 5057/250Good run. The mission's done when the Mother Superior takes the case. Two thousand dollars. The orphans get their roof. Cropper, Duck, Murphy — they're already at the Palace. The band plays on. It's dark. We're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.