Bird On A Wire Page #3

money can buy. Don"t be paranoid.

I hate to be an old woman,

but paranoid keeps me alive.

This guy comes every morning. Trust me.

- Got your breakfast, Miss Graves.

- What did you order?

- What did you order?

- I ordered...

...grapefruit, croissant...

And what?

Prunes.

Ask him what he"s got.

- Go on, ask him. Bet he can"t tell you.

- What"s for breakfast?

Some kind of breads and fruits.

l"II be right there.

Rick, pull up a chair, sit down.

l"II share my prunes

and then you can tell me all about this.

Don"t take the chain off the door.

Rattle it like you"II take it off.

Make him think you"II take it off.

You mean like this? Is that good?

Yeah. It"s funny to you.

Oh, God!

- Get the mace!

- You get it!

The mace! The mace!

Hurry up!

- Come on! Upstairs!

- Wait a minute! Get my purse.

- Hurry up!

- I can"t do this, Rick.

What are you talking about?

This is what Lee lacocca does.

l"m very scared, Rick.

Since when did you start

wearing underpants?

Do I get to know what"s going on

or do I get killed for old time"s sake?

Follow me.

- L"ve got to know what"s going on.

- So do I.

l"m supposedly being protected

by the federal government...

...but I think they"re trying to do me in.

- Who are those men?

- Ex drug-enforcement agents.

I sent one to jail and could send the other.

They want me and whoever"s with me.

- Why?

- I testified against them. That"s why.

- About what?

- It"s a long story.

This is not a good time to talk about this.

Help!

My God!

Is that the VIP entrance?

Good morning. How are we doing today?

l"m so hungry!

We got to get out of this room.

- It"s too dangerous to go to the room.

- L"ve gotta change my clothes.

No! We"II buy some, okay?

If this isn"t a dream, l"m in deep sh*t.

- You owe me an explanation.

- Get me out, l"II tell you everything.

No. Don"t tell me.

No keys.

Gotcha!

- I ought to weenie-whip you!

- Get that weenie out of my face!

Let"s get outta here.

- How you doing over there?

- Great.

Tell me the story.

Remember when Jamie and I

got everybody to chip in...

...so we could go south

and score some real Acapulco gold?

I remember you borrowed his father"s

plane so you could fly to Mexicali.

That"s the last I ever heard from you.

It seemed simple.

Fly south, pick up a couple of keys.

But no, we were really impressed

with ourselves.

We started drinking,

shooting off at the mouth...

...and before we knew it there was this guy

called Sorenson involved.

- Things just got a whole lot bigger.

- What a dumb-ass thing to do.

- You always did love being a big shot.

- You don"t understand.

I understand. You were being

a couple of jerks like always.

Anything for a kick.

Anything to thumb your nose at authority.

Your gold card.

Where do you get off with that attitude?

"'Rick Jarmin, a**hole."'

- Whatever happened to you?

- I got smart.

Is that what you call being corrupted?

"'Smart?"'

- You know nothing about me.

- I got your number, baby.

We got a blue Beemer.

You"re totally unchanged. L"ve never met

anybody more holier-than-thou.

Tell me something honestly.

Do you ever donate anything to the poor?

Or do you and Jerry the Napalm King

hoard your millions?

- Laundry detergent!

- Yeah, we had it wrong.

Yes. We"re very rich

and we hoard our millions.

Occasionally we invite a poor person in

for Thanksgiving.

Feed him nothing. We eat turkey

in front of him and watch him starve.

- Can I drop you somewhere?

- Yeah. Wisconsin.

- Wisconsin?

- Yeah. Racine, Wisconsin.

l"ve got to find Lou Baird. He"s the one

I can trust to get me back into hiding.

- What"s he doing in Wisconsin?

- He"s not. He"s in St. Louis.

l"m with Rick Jarmin again.

The hand is quicker than the eye.

My address book is in Wisconsin.

His sister is there,

and I think that"s where he retired.

I don"t think you"re

in any witness-relocation program.

You"re some two-bit criminal

being chased by the police.

- You don"t mean that.

- Or you can"t pay your gambling debts.

- You dressed it up with this FBI crap.

- Wisconsin is only six hours away.

- I have a life.

- But are you happy?

- L"m expected home.

- Hands on the dashboard. Don"t move.

- Get that gun out of my face.

- You have the right to an attorney.

I am an attorney, damn it!

- Are you Billy Ray Bowers?

- What"s he charged with?

You"re both charged

with the killing of Marvin Marsent.

You were identified

at the scene of the crime.

Rick, tell them.

- What?

- About the witness relocation program.

- You"II have time to tell us in jail.

- Put both hands behind your head.

Drive!

Get in the car!

Shut up and steer the damn thing!

- Did you kill the guy?

- No, I loved him. They killed him.

Then you can plead innocent!

I never will. They"II kill me before

I get a chance. The same goes for you.

Get your foot off!

Sh*t! Oh, God!

You"re gonna break my legs!

Stop squealing!

Watch where you"re going.

Go north as soon as you can.

Get your face off my gas!

Sh*t!

This can"t be good for you.

- What are you doing?

- L"m taking your place. Move over.

This is a rented car.

We can get in trouble if you drive it.

- You"re worried about Hertz? Move!

- Give me my wheel!

You"II get us both killed.

Move over!

Jesus!

- I think we lost them.

- Where are we?

They"re not there anymore.

- We"re in the railway tunnel.

- Where the hell are we?

Sh*t!

Back up!

I don"t know. Stuck.

Goddamn!

What are you doing?

You almost got us killed!

I did you a favor.

Are you having fun or something?

I can"t believe when you pulled...

You were great back there.

I was so scared!

You"II love it in Racine.

It"s a happening town.

The car was rented by Marianne Graves,

a lawyer from New York.

How she got involved, I don"t know,

but I don"t like it.

Call it kidnapping.

He"II kill her the same way

he killed his boss at the gas station.

I don't like all this killing.

Erasing a witness...

You"re not trying to back out on us,

are you?

Not a good idea, Joe.

Please don"t smoke.

We would hate to inform authorities

that 20 years ago you were responsible...

...for selling confiscated narcotics out

of the back door of the police warehouse.

Yeah, Joe. Especially now

that you"ve got yourself such a big career.

Relax.

l"m doing everything I can. L"ve used

the kidnapping to bring the FBI in.

We"re plugged into the woman"s

phone lines, credit cards, bank account.

Auto club. They're bound to surface.

When they do, Jarmin will either be shot

or wind up in prison. Then he"s yours.

We"re looking forward to that, Joe.

What a pro.

Hundreds! That"s all you carry.

Where are we now?

Shortcut.

What"s the matter?

Nothing.

I never told you, Jamie"s dead.

God!

He was killed by Sorenson and Diggs.

They were two drug enforcement agents,

corrupt ones.

They busted Jamie and me

for the nickel bags we bought...

...and told us we'd rot injail

if we didn't do exactly what they said.

One minute we were kids...

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