A Stranger Is Watching Page #4

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Please.

Okay.

What are you looking at, huh?

You know, don't you?

I hate you.

You killed my mother.

So why did you tell them it was

that dumb sucker Thompson for?

I thought it was.

Too bad for him, huh?

Why did you kill my mother?

It's part of the deal, kid.

It's gotta be.

The hell with you.

Get in the bag.

- What?

- Help her do it.

- Why?

- Insurance.

I don't want to.

It's okay, honey. I'll be with you.

- Where are we going?

- We ain't going no place.

- Well, what are you gonna do with...?

- I don't like you.

You're always talking high and mighty

unless you want something.

You think you're better

than everybody else, don't you?

Somebody ought to

take you down a peg.

Well, what are you going...?

Oh, my God.

Oh, please.

That's how you take

them down, Sharon.

That's how.

- Hello?

- Peterson? Listen up.

- Daddy? Daddy, are you there?

- Julie!

What the hell's going on?

Don't hurt my little girl.

I've got the money.

What do you want?

Okay. Get in your car, get over

to the subway yards there...

...at Queens Boulevard and 68th Street.

And don't tell anything to your cop pals.

Any tricks and I'll kill your kid.

Go ahead.

Unit one.

Where are we going?

- How old are you, kid?

- Eleven.

You got a boyfriend?

What the hell? Damn.

I know you're here.

Come on out. I just wanna

take you back to your daddy.

Help!

Help!

- Help me. Please, help me.

- A kid.

Take it easy, honey.

Somebody was chasing me.

Julie!

He won't hurt you now.

Julie!

Daddy!

- Julie!

- Daddy!

Daddy.

Help.

Help me, please.

Let me help you up.

I'll get you.

All in good time.

Good time. Good time.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Don't stop.

- B*tch, you're dead meat.

- No!

No!

Son of a b*tch!

Goddamn you!

Don't try no sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Come on, move it!

Sharon?

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