Black Friday Page #4

It's a scratch.

How'd you get it?

Don't ride me.

It's your fault, anyway.

Mine?

Yeah. You told me to use this

Kingsley gag. I did, and didn't work.

Where were you?

In Marnay's apartment.

They tried to question Prof.

Kingsley and I wouldn't stand for it.

You killed them?

What do you think?

Get to work.

You fool.

They'll catch you before

we get the money and...

What money?

What do you know

about the money?

You know too much, Doc.

Just a minute, Red.

If you kill me,

what becomes of you?

You think you're

Red Cannon, don't you?

But whose body

are you wearing?

Well, you told me...

Exactly. George Kingsley's.

Professor of English

literature at Newcastle.

How'd you like

to be Kingsley for good?

What do you mean?

You're walking around

in Kingsley's body, all right.

But part of your brain is his

and you can't control it.

That's not true.

You killed Devore.

Last night you murdered Kane

in his car outside the club.

I saw it, remember?

But do you remember

how you woke up?

In this very room,

you woke as Kingsley.

Complaining of nightmares,

not knowing why you were here.

I can't think.

What's happened to my brain?

I can't remember.

Of course you can't.

If I hadn't forced you back

into Red Cannon,

you'd have gone to Newcastle

as Kingsley for life.

Stop it.

I can make you forget

you ever were Red Cannon.

Stop it, I tell you!

I'll cut you in on the dough.

You'll get your share.

From now on,

you do exactly as I say.

Okay, Doc.

Now, I'll fix that shoulder.

It's no use, Jean. I'm not

going home in the morning,

not unless

George goes with me.

But you told Dad...

I don't care what I said.

When George came in, your

father practically ran me out.

He's trying to conceal

something.

No, Margaret.

I'm going to see George now,

and if Ernest tries to stop

me, I'll call a New York doctor.

Margaret, I'm sure you're

worrying over nothing.

But I'll go talk to Dad.

There you are.

Okay, nice job, Doc.

It's not safe

to stay here too long.

You get that money tonight.

Maybe you're right.

I'll get going right away.

You...

Prof. King.

Dad.

Jean.

Dad, he didn't even know

who I was.

Oh, nonsense, Jean.

And the way he looked.

He was like Prof. Kingsley

and yet...

Dad, what is back of all this?

Haven't you guessed?

The operation I performed

was a brain transplantation.

Then his brain...

Is partly the brain

of Red Cannon.

Dad.

Your best friend.

Oh, you couldn't.

I saved his life, didn't I?

Well, what's the good if you've

turned him into a criminal?

My only thought was to

keep him alive, I swear it.

But when I saw signs of the gradual

awakening of the Cannon brain,

I knew I'd made a great

discovery for science.

Cannon's a gangster,

a murderer.

All right.

But in the meantime,

I've proved what I

always knew to be true.

Transplanted human brain

cells will live and function.

What a triumph! Think of it.

I'm not a scientist, Father.

I can only see you

destroying your best friend.

It's too late

to think of that.

But you must.

Think what you're doing

to him and Margaret.

Oh, he'll be all right.

As soon as I get him back to

Newcastle, he'll forget all about this.

But I can't do that until...

Until what?

Until the experiment

is completed.

You've got to

take him home tomorrow.

Why?

Because it's

the only human thing to do.

Margaret is suspicious.

She threatens

to call in a New York doctor.

Then the truth

is bound to come out.

Don't forget, Dad, you had

no legal right to operate.

It means prison,

and every chance

you might have had

for a career in this country

is lost.

Very well.

Tell Margaret we'll go back

to Newcastle in the morning.

I'll tell her.

"Gang killer

slays two detectives. "

You'd think the police would

catch the killer by now.

A guy like that

must be a lunatic.

If I got one look at him,

I could tell his type.

The same, sir?

Oh, hello, darling.

I sent you a message I was

coming back to your dressing room.

Run home and pack.

Pack? Where are we goin'?

South America, for a starter.

Have we, um,

money enough?

All the money in the world.

Understand?

All the money in the world.

Let me have

the keys to your car.

I don't want taxi drivers

hangin' around.

Yeah, sure.

You'll hear from me

in an hour,

and I'll have everything

we need.

You ready?

What do you think?

He wants me

to run away with him.

He's going

to pick up the money now.

Good.

I knew he would,

sooner or later.

We'll get it

and split it three ways.

Well, that's all right

with me. I'll point him out.

There he is, at the bar.

Just getting up.

He's taking my car.

It should be easy to follow.

How do you figure this guy?

When Red got hit,

he couldn't have told everything

he knew before he died.

I only know that Red is

planted in a graveyard,

and I'm not afraid

of anyone else.

And me neither.

But knowing this guy

knows everything Red knew

kind of gives me the creeps.

He's leading us

to half a million dollars.

We'll take that box.

Go ahead and shoot, if you

want to dive 200 feet for it.

The money is what we want.

Hand it over

and we'll give you a break.

Okay.

Come and get it.

Keep him covered.

You never saw the day I

couldn't break you apart, Miller.

What's happened?

Where's Miller?

Get me something

to open this.

Hurry.

Go get me a drink.

Then we're on our way.

Sunny,

the split on this now

is two ways.

Sunny.

Get in there.

You're late.

Where's Marnay?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

Why is the bar open?

I was getting a drink.

I'm almost packed,

and just waiting for you.

W- Why are you staring at me?

What's happened to you?

Marnay and Miller followed me

from the nightclub.

Now I know

why you didn't want me

to come back

to your dressing room.

They were there.

Red, what are you

looking for?

Don't you believe me?

I haven't seen Marnay

for six months.

Red, look at me.

There's never been anybody

but you.

Believe me.

What were you saying?

Let me out!

I'll tell you

where the money is. I hid it.

I hid it.

It's in the oven, Red.

It's in the oven.

Let me out. I'll tell you

where the money is.

It's in the oven!

Let me out.

Let me out!

I swear.

No.

Let me out.

Out.

Please, don't hurt me.

Taxi.

Yes, sir.

Where to?

Westley Airport.

Yes, sir.

Pardon the yawn.

A hack driver that works all

night shouldn't have kids.

All night you work

your heart out

for the woman

and the little darlings.

All day long, while you're

trying to snatch 40 winks,

the old lady

slams the doors.

The kids chase each other

in and out of the room.

One kid jumps up on the bed,

hops on your stomach,

"Daddy, tell me a story.

Tell me a funny story. "

I knock him out of the bed.

He screams.

The old lady

calls me a tramp.

Home, sweet home.

I'll kill them.

Shut up. I don't like

gabby taxi drivers.

Westley Airport.

Westley Airport.

What?

Westley Airport.

Drive me to

the Midtown Hotel.

Midtown Hotel.

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