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.
Who’s hungry?
The Kid looks concerned. Lambert smiles and crosses to Lou. She puts the tray down on a table.
What’ve you got there, darlin’?
LOU
Just something the boss thought you’d like.
Lambert slides his hand around Lou’s waist.
I know what I’d like.
Lou slaps his hand playfully and slips away.
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.
That looks mighty good.
Lou puts a full plate in front of each man. As she does, she steals a glance at The Kid.