NOAH

Lambert’s setting up The Kid just like Dyson.

LOU

What’re we gonna do?

BUCK

The Judge’ll be here tomorrow. He could release him.

HICKOK

Lambert won’t wait that long. We have to get The Kid out tonight.

NOAH

Who’s guarding him?

HICKOK

Lambert and his deputy.

NOAH

Four against two, I’ll take those odds.

BUCK
(disagrees)

They start shooting, the Kid could get hurt. We need a diversion.

LOU
(a beat)

I know something that might work.

Off Lou, about to suggest an idea she knows is dangerous.

INT. JAIL - WILLOW SPRINGS - NIGHT

Lambert and Foster play poker at Lambert’s desk. They look up as Lou enters with with a covered tray.

LOU

Who’s hungry?

The Kid looks concerned. Lambert smiles and crosses to Lou. She puts the tray down on a table.

LAMBERT

What’ve you got there, darlin’?

LOU

Just something the boss thought you’d like.

Lambert slides his hand around Lou’s waist.

LAMBERT

I know what I’d like.

Lou slaps his hand playfully and slips away.

LOU

That ain’t what he meant. Sit down now ‘fore it gets cold.

She uncovers the tray as Lambert and Foster sit at the table.

FOSTER

That looks mighty good.

Lou puts a full plate in front of each man. As she does, she steals a glance at The Kid.

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