
After Dark, My Sweet Page #5
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- 1990
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IDENTIFY US, WELL...
I WOULDN' WANT THAT NICE
LITTLE BOY TO DIE,
BUT IF WE:
COULDN'T HELP IT,
IT'D SURE TURN OU NICE FOR US.
I WAS POINTING OU HOW YOU'D LOOK AT IT.
IF THINGS DON'T GO
AS SMOOTH AS WE HOPE,
IT'D SURE BE BETTER
IF HE WAS ALIVE.
ANY WAY YOU LOOK AT IT,
YOU'RE RIGHT,
BUT HOW'S THAT LEAVE US?
GET SOME INSULIN
AT DOC GOLDMAN'S.
YOU GET HIM OU ON A FAKE CALL.
I SLIP IN,
GET THE STUFF.
SOUND GOOD:
TO YOU, FAY?
NO CAR.
HE MUST HAVE:
LEFT ALREADY.
NOW REMEMBER, KID.
THE POOL HALL,
THE CORNER OF:
MAIN AND 5th.
WE'RE PALS,
RIGHT, KID?
THAT A BOY, KID.
YOU'RE DOING FINE.
YOU CHEATING BASTARD.
YOU THOUGHT I'D NEVER
CATCH UP WITH YOU?
WELL, GUESS WHAT?
I JUST NEED:
I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING,
YOU SORRY SON OF A B*TCH.
YOU WERE GOING TO
GIVE IT TO ME?
YOU SON OF A B*TCH.
WHERE'D HE
PICK YOU UP?
I CAME:
THROUGH THE DOOR,
AND THERE HE WAS.
HE COULDN' HAVE BEEN
FOLLOWING YOU?
NO, NO. HE WAS JUS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
BOY, I WOULD
HATE TO THINK...NO.
YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
YOU'RE CRAZY.
BUT I KNOW:
WHAT YOU'RE DOING,
AND YOU'RE
THROUGH DOING IT.
OK, CHARLIE BOY.
OK.
YOU CAN GO IN:
AND LOOK AT HIM:
IF YOU WANT TO.
I CAN, HUH?
HE'S ALL RIGHT,
AND HE'LL STAY THAT WAY.
HOW LONG'S THIS
STUFF GOING TO LAST?
LONG ENOUGH TO DECIDE
YOU WOULDN' BE THINKING
ABOUT GIVING HIM
BACK FOR FREE,
WOULD YOU?
I DON'T KNOW.
ARE YOU?
SKIP IT. I'LL BE
SCREWING MYSELF:
IF I TALK TO YOU
MUCH LONGER.
I'M GETTING MYSELF
SOMETHING TO EAT NOW.
POOR COLLIE.
THEY MAY HANG HIM,
BUT HE'LL FILL
HIS STOMACH FIRST.
WITH FOOD.
HA. VERY GOOD.
THAT SORT OF THING
THROWS ME:
ABOUT YOU, COLLIE.
YOU'RE SO SHARP
SOMETIMES THAT...
YEAH?
NEVER MIND.
THAT'S HOW IT IS.
WHAT YOU WANTED...
IF YOU TALKED STRAIGH TO ME, MAYBE I COULD...
THAT'S A LOT OF IFS
AND MAYBES, MY FRIEND.
SO MAYBE SOMEDAY...
IF...
COLLIE.
I JUST SPOKE:
TO UNCLE BUD.
YEAH?
HE THINKS WE SHOULD COME
OVER THERE RIGHT AWAY.
GO ON.
WHY DOES UNCLE BUD
THINK WE SHOULD:
GO OVER RIGHT AWAY?
HONEY.
YOU'RE NOT AFRAID
TO TELL ME, ARE YOU, FAY?
AFTER ALL, TWO PEOPLE
SWEETHEARTS,
SHOULDN'T BE AFRAID
OF EACH OTHER.
IT'S THE BOY, COLLIE.
HE RAN AWAY.
WELL, HE CAN'T BE
VERY FAR.
HE'S PROBABLY
HIDING SOMEWHERE.
I LOOKED BEFORE:
I CALLED UNCLE BUD.
WELL,
WE'LL LOOK TOGETHER.
SEES SOMETHING,
HE CAN POINT IT OU TO THE OTHER.
YEAH, THAT'S
WHAT WE'LL DO,
AND WE'LL DO I RIGHT NOW.
HE HAD TIME:
TO MAKE HIS BED:
BEFORE HE RAN:
FOR HIS LIFE.
WE'VE GOT TO LEAVE.
HE'S HAD PLENTY--
HAD TO STAY ALIVE,
AND I TOLD YOU WHY.
WHAT DID YOU:
DO WITH HIM?
YOU REALLY THINK I'D
OH, COLLIE.
LET'S BE NICE, HUH?
LET'S--LET'S LIE
DOWN A WHILE, HUH?
LET'S--LET'S GE ALL NICE AND CALM.
SHALL WE?
TRY SOMETHING:
LIKE THAT AGAIN:
AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
I'M WARNING YOU
I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT.
MAYBE. NOW YOU'RE
DOING SOMETHING ELSE
FAST AND NO MAYBE.
WELL, I GUESS
I SCREWED UP, HUH?
DIDN'T HIT HIM
HARD ENOUGH.
WHAT HAPPENED?
YOU JUST LEAVE:
HIM OUT THERE:
HOPING HE'D BE FOUND?
DID I? YOU TELL ME.
GUESS YOU:
PROBABLY DID.
YOU DO, HUH?
YOU'D ACTUALLY
GIVE ME A BREAK?
WELL, SHOVE IT,
BRIGHT BOY.
I HIT HIM:
WITH A BIG ROCK:
AND LEFT HIM TO DIE.
IF I'D HAD TIME,
I'D HAVE BEA HIS BRAINS OUT.
BE QUIET.
YOU'RE
UPSETTING THE BOY.
WHY THE HELL:
SHOULD I?
DIDN'T I TRY TO
KILL HIM, YOU
SON OF A B*TCH?
I MEANT TO! I DID!
I DID! I--
MRS. ANDERSON...
ISN'T IT?
I'M DR. GOLDMAN.
WELL, HELLO, DOCTOR.
I JUST DROPPED IN
FOR A MOMENT.
I'M DUE
AT THE OFFICE,
BUT I HAPPENED TO BE
OUT THIS WAY, AND...
YOUR SON?
COLLIE DIDN' TELL ME YOU
HAD ANY CHILDREN.
IT'S HER NEPHEW.
HE'S VISITING
FOR A FEW DAYS.
I SEE.
FINE-LOOKING BOY.
A LITTLE UNDER:
THE WEATHER, IS HE?
NOT FEELING TOO WELL,
HUH, SONNY?
NEVER MIND.
YOU DON' NEED TO TALK.
LET'S SEE IF I DON' HAVE SOMETHING TO, UM...
NO, I GUESS NOT.
I REMEMBER I WAS LOOKING
FOR SOME THIS MORNING
BEFORE I LEFT THE OFFICE.
HE COULD DO:
WITH A B-12 SHOT.
YOU MIGHT MENTION THA TO HIS MOTHER.
YEAH, ALL RIGHT.
THANKS, DOCTOR.
DON'T MENTION IT.
JUST SORRY:
I COULDN'T DO
SOMETHING FOR HIM.
HOW DID IT HAPPEN,
COLLIE?
HOW COULD YOU:
HAVE DONE IT?
GET OUT OF THE WAY.
DO YOU HEAR ME, COLLIE?
STAND OUT OF THE WAY
AT ONCE.
YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
SOMEONE DUPED YOU
INTO THIS.
THEY'RE USING YOU
FOR THEIR OWN:
CRIMINAL PURPOSES.
IT DOESN'T MAKE
ANY DIFFERENCE, DOC.
YOU'RE NO GOING ANYWHERE.
WE'RE LEAVING,
AND YOU'RE
GOING TO STAY.
CAN'T I APPEAL TO YOU,
MRS. ANDERSON?
CAN'T YOU MAKE HIM
UNDERSTAND?
FAY, WE'RE LEAVING.
GET TOGETHER ANYTHING
YOU WANT TO TAKE
WELL...
THERE'S SOMETHING
INSIDE EVERY MAN
LONG AFTER HE HAS
ANY REASON TO.
FOR YEARS I KEPT GOING
WHEN GOING:
DIDN'T MAKE SENSE,
AND NOW I JUS HAD TO KEEP GOING.
I HAD TO HAVE:
THE END COME.
SO, KID.
YOU SEE ANYTHING
I'VE OVERLOOKED?
IF YOU THINK:
OF ANYTHING,
JUST LET ME KNOW.
WE'RE NOT GOING
TO NEED ALL THIS.
I WANT YOU AND FAY
TO BE COMFORTABLE.
YOU MAY HAVE TO HOLE UP
HERE FOR QUITE A WHILE.
THERE'S PLENTY.
WHAT I MEAN IS,
YOU NEVER KNOW:
WHEN YOU'LL
NEED SOMETHING,
AND I WON'T BE
AROUND TO GET IT.
WELL, DON'T WORRY
ABOUT IT.
I BETTER GET INTO TOWN
AND CHECK ON THE COPS,
MAKE SURE THEY'RE NO COOKING ANYTHING UP.
WE'RE GOING WITH YOU.
GOING WITH ME?
WHAT FOR?
FOR THE SAME REASON
YOU'RE GOING,
TO GET THE MONEY.
UH, IT AIN'T TIME, KID.
YOU KNOW IT AIN'T.
YOU KNOW THA BECAUSE WE MADE A PLAN.
FORGET IT.
IT DOESN' CHANGE ANYTHING.
SEE, UH,
FAY DOESN'T TRUST ME,
AND I DON'T TRUST HER.
WE BOTH:
DON'T TRUST YOU,
BUT I CAN:
FIX THAT PART--YOU.
WE'LL PARK
NEAR THE TERMINAL
WHERE I CAN SEE YOU.
YOU GOT 15 MINUTES.
YOU'RE NOT BACK,
KID, I--
YES?
WITH YOU.
I'M NOT QUITE THE
GUY YOU THINK I AM.
SURE ABOUT THAT?
YEAH.
I'VE GOT NO PIPELINES
INTO THE DEPARTMENT.
THE GUYS I KNOW,
THEY WON'T EVEN
SPEAK TO ME ANYMORE.
THEY SEE ME COMING,
AND, UH...
THEY TURN:
THE OTHER WAY.
YOU'RE NOT SURE
WHOEVER GETS THE MONEY
ISN'T WALKING
INTO A TRAP.
RIGHT.
YOU'RE GOING TO FIND OU AWFULLY FAST.
KID.
DON'T MAKE ME
DO THIS, KID.
IF ONE OF THOSE GUYS
SHOULD CALL BERT,
HE COULD BE THERE
IN FIVE MINUTES.
WE SAT THERE FOR
ANOTHER HALF-HOUR OR SO,
AND HE WAS TALKING
EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
THE WORDS POURED
OUT OF HIS MOUTH,
AND THEY DIDN' MEAN A THING TO ME.
THEY WERE JUS A LOT OF NOISES
COMING FROM:
A SICKISH-LOOKING FACE.
WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAID
HAD NEVER MEANT A THING TO HIM.
NOW IT WAS HIS TURN.
NOW HE WAS MEANINGLESS,
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