Bonnie's Kids Page #5

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Together.

That's right.

You're in Room 240, aren't you?

Yes.

And you're expecting

a package, right?

Right.

Well, I'm the fellow

that's making the delivery.

Where's the package?

Didn't show, but don't worry,

I'll check on it tomorrow.

Oh, boy, I sure hope you do because

I'll just toss and turn all night long.

Well, now that sweetheart would

really be something worth my watching.

Look, why don't you just figure

you're one of the have not's, OK?

You want to know

something far out?

I don't think

I have a choice, do I?

No, you don't.

But you and I are

going to have a relationship.

A relationship?

That's right.

Well then, your place or mine?

You see,

you women are all alike.

I mean, why does it always

have to start with sex?

My goodness!

Now, why should I carry a gun?

I might shoot someone.

Well, you're a detective,

aren't you?

I'm a private detective.

Oh, OK, a private detective.

Why, I thought

all you guys carry guns.

Some. Hey, honey.

Can we have two more?

I'll have the bourbon and Seven-Up and

young lady, she's drinking a screwdriver.

Listen, I wouldn't touch a gun

if you paid me.

- Are you afraid of guns?

- No.

No.

But too many things go wrong.

I just don't want any trouble.

You see, live and let live

is what I always say.

Well, I don't know, you just don't

look like a detective type to me.

I mean, every time you read about them,

their either kicking someone's head in

or knocking down the door or

making out with some chesty blond.

Well, they're usually divorced or

about to be divorced, but they're married.

And if they're married, they're bored and they're out

looking for trouble. I hope you're not one of those kind.

What's the matter, baby?

Don't you want a little

excitement in your life?

Hey, you want some?

Oh, no thanks.

I'll have some of yours.

Son of a gun, you've got the

bitchinest legs I've ever seen.

Oh, you a leg man?

Mostly.

I like good behinds too.

They turn me on.

How about my behind?

I love it.

What else turns you on?

I'll show you.

Hey, Mr. Greedy.

There's plenty for everybody.

I tell you what, you'd even make

Santa Claus horny thinking about you.

Listen, why don't you finish your drink

and I'll be right with you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Hey, Ellie.

What?

- Where are you from?

- Lots of places.

- Well, like where?

- Guess.

You're not a big city girl,

that's for sure.

You're too down to earth.

What about your people?

What about them?

Well, where are they?

We're orphans.

- Who's "we"?

- My sister Myra and I.

You mean to tell me

that god made two of you?

God had nothing to do

with it, darling.

Gorgeous.

Am I?

You know it.

That damn horn freak.

I like to stick that horn up his...

Bus now arriving from El Paso,

Tucson, and Yuma, Arizona.

Here you are, ma'am.

May I help you?

Here you go.

Is this what you're looking for?

Thanks.

My name is Frank,

Frank McGuire.

Always willing to help out

a little lady in distress.

It helps pay expenses

when I travel.

You know sometimes I pick up two or three people here

who'll pay to ride in the car instead of the bus.

That must be really cozy?

Yeah, sometimes. Especially when I...

when I meet a little doll like you.

Last call.

Bus leaving for Indio, Riverside

and San Bernardino, last call.

- You have to sign this receipt.

- Sure.

You know, we could have

a great time together.

You and me,

the old expense account.

Thank you, Mr. Brown,

here's your package.

All set?

Yeah. Bye, Mr. McGuire,

thanks for the light.

Sure, anytime.

Anytime at all.

Hey, hello there.

Looks like you broke the law.

I recognize the car.

Sure is a beauty. - Thanks.

You better take care of that or

I'll have to come looking for you.

Sure.

Take it easy.

That's what he said, Mrs. Seaman.

He said they found him murdered.

I didn't think I should have told them

anything until I spoke to Mr. Seaman.

Muriel, you did the right thing.

What did he say about the girls?

He said that Glendora police wanted

to question them about a murder.

Murder?

Did he say anything else?

Just that he knew Mr. Seaman was their only

relative and would he call him when he got back.

You really think

they killed him?

Listen to me.

I don't want you to say a word

to anyone, do you understand?

Not a word about what's happened.

Yes, Mrs. Seaman. But what if they

really did kill their stepfather?

Well, maybe it's a bomb

for all we know.

Take my word for it,

it's not bomb.

Yeah. But I just don't get it.

I mean, two men hired you to pick up

a package and they leave town.

Uncle Ben asked me to do him

a favor and he leaves town.

OK, so what's in that package

nobody wants to handle?

Look, baby, sometimes

it's best not to get involved.

Now, there are many reasons.

I don't care if there's a

million dollars in the package.

Tomorrow morning, we're going to take

that little old booty back to town

and you and I are going to live

happily ever after, OK?

Hello.

Oh, Ellie...

Ellie, this is Myra.

Listen, you got to get

back here right away.

What's the matter with you?

Ellie, they know.

They found Charley's body.

How do you know that?

Diana told me some cops are looking

for us. They want to question us.

Have you said anything?

No, but I'm scared, Ellie.

I'm scared.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

You keep your mouth shut and

don't answer any questions, you hear?

Ellie, I'll do anything you say.

OK, then, you play dumb and innocent

and you don't know anything. All right?

OK.

I'll call you back.

I'll think of something.

Yeah?

What's the matter?

It's my sister.

She's in trouble.

I didn't do it, Diana.

I didn't do it.

Ellie did it.

I tried to stop her.

I truly did.

Look, she fired both barrels of

the shotgun. Help, please help me.

I will help you, Myra.

They won't find you.

Charley was always fooling around messing

around with me, pretending to be playing,

but he did it just to

touch me, just to feel me.

Stop it, honey. You don't

have to tell me all this.

He's always squeezing me and saying

how nice and big I was growing.

He always had his

dirty hands all over me.

He was always watching,

watching me undress,

just trying to catch me naked, then

he'd run his creepy hands all over me,

kiss me with his dirty mouth.

I'm glad he's dead.

I'm glad he's dead.

I'm glad he's dead.

Supposing there was a

million dollars in here.

Supposing it's worth

a lot of money.

Ellie, it doesn't make any difference.

It doesn't belong to us.

It can't hurt to have a look.

Besides, who will ever know.

A briefcase.

Who'd put a briefcase

in a package marked "fragile"?

Nothing breakable.

Well, open it.

My god!

I have never seen

this much money in my life!

Well, there must be three or

four hundred thousand here.

Larry, what do you think?

Well, I'll tell you

what I think.

I think we should put it back

the way it was and forget it.

What would happen

if I didn't take it back?

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