Bonnie's Kids Page #7

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for that double crosser you hired. You hear me?

Come on, Ben, I told you not to worry.

Just leave everything to me, please.

Worry. Why should I worry?

Dumb broad.

Hello, operator? Give me the police.

Well, what did the man have to say?

He made it simple.

He said to kill them.

You know, I've been thinking,

maybe we shouldn't stay here.

- Maybe we should be more careful.

- What's bugging you?

I told you I've been thinking.

Right along we left tracks

like some drunken soldier.

From the very beginning,

we were stupid.

You're stupid.

Well, what makes you think

that they're even after us?

Uncle Ben is probably still waiting

for his sweet little niece to show up.

I just got this gut feeling.

I'm telling you we should

have been more careful.

If you'd stop playing detective and act like a man,

maybe you wouldn't be so scared of your own shadow.

Oh, baby, what do you think

we're dealing with? The FBI?

They got a chance of finding us

like a snowball in hell.

WMM 915.

Looks like we owe that car rental place

a commission, now don't it?

Palms Hotel.

Hello, hi. I'm wondering

if you can help me.

Certainly if I can.

I'm trying to reach my brother.

It's very important.

His name is Evans, Larry Evans.

He's supposed to be staying there tonight.

Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Evans are staying here.

Would you like me to connect you?

Oh, no, no. Don't bother.

I'm driving up tonight,

and I'd really like to surprise him.

By the way,

what room number is he in?

Room 360.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a million, pal.

Bye, bye.

Somebody out there?

What do you want?

The cleaning maid found them.

There was blood all over the place.

They even had their

"Do not disturb" sign on the door.

What happened?

Oh, Mr. Evans, you can sure thank your

lucky stars you didn't take this room.

We still thought

you're in room 360 here.

You know that young couple

was murdered.

- What?

- It sure wasn't robbery.

Even though their room was ransacked, the

police said that no money was taken or anything.

Who do you suppose would want to

kill a nice young couple like that?

They were both murdered.

What are you talking about?

That was supposed to be us.

Well, what happened?

Last night, somebody

killed those kids in 360.

They were both shot.

Larry, you don't think that... - We were supposed

to be in that room. We registered for that room.

They were out to kill us.

It's too late.

We'll never get away with it.

Larry, if it's true what you say,

then maybe we can get away with it.

You know, I was crazy

for listening to you.

I was out of my mind.

Larry, you've got to listen to me.

They made the mistake.

They think that they've killed us.

Well, luck is with us, baby.

We're going to make it.

For chrissakes, Ellie.

How long do you think this is going to be

before they catch up with us again?

How long do you think it's going to be before

somebody puts a bullet between your eyes?

You want some more coffee?

Yeah, and take this.

- How about you?

- Why not?

You got a name?

Everyone's got a name.

It's Sharon.

You hear that, Eddy?

Sharon.

Well, Sharon, outside of being

a swinging looking chick,

you are undoubtedly one of the greatest

breakfast cookers I have ever met in my entire life.

No kidding.

I bet you never had to sit

at the back of the bus.

I don't do the cooking.

The greaser in the kitchen does that.

I just serve the customers.

I just bet you do.

We interrupt this program

for a KRKD local news bulletin.

Late last night

or early this morning,

a young man and his wife were shot to death

in their room at the Palms Hotel in Rosemead.

The couple was identified as Mr. and

Mrs. Michael DeSantis from San Diego.

Mr. DeSantis, aged 21, and his blond wife, aged 19,

were married just five days ago in Las Vegas.

Stay tuned for further news

on this double murder in Rosemead.

Hey, you guys,

what about paying for the food?

Hey, you see that guy?

Yeah.

What about him?

He's the one who tried to pick me up.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a way out, baby.

Well, hi, Frank.

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle

if it isn't the little doll.

Boy, it sure is a small world

bumping in you like this?

Well, the pleasure is all mine.

Say, are you alone or

are you still with that guy?

Oh, well, yes I am,

but Larry is just like a brother.

We're down here doing

some business together.

I'm not tied down.

Neither am I.

Can't stand the old handcuffs

if you know what I mean?

That's how I like to travel, I tell you.

It gives you a sense of freedom.

Oh, for sure.

Say, Frank, my friend and I are

giving up this car we rented today

and well, we were just wondering if maybe we

could help you out with the old expense account.

Then these babes,

geishas or whatever you call them

start climbing on my back and walking

up and down like a goddamn escalator.

Boy, I couldn't straighten up

for a whole week.

Were you ever in the service, buddy?

No. Never had the pleasure.

You'd like the Navy.

I was in supply myself.

Made a pile of dough under the table

if you know what I mean.

Only thing I didn't like

was those damn buttons.

Oh, boy, Frank, it sure sounds like you led

an exciting life traveling around and everything.

It's the everything that's really fun.

Only I wouldn't change it for the world

if you know what I mean.

As a matter of fact,

that's how I got into guns.

- Guns?

- Yeah. Bang, bangs.

I sell them,

travel from town to town,

you know, sporting good stores,

police departments.

Wherever they have guns,

Frank will sure find them.

You carry guns in the car?

Sure.

Right in that case back there.

Only I keep the ammo locked up.

You never know when you're going to run

into some kind of a nut or something, do you?

No, you never know.

You can have all these puny,

little, newfangled fancy guns.

Snub nose this and automatic that.

For my money, I'll take a .357 Magnum

Marc 3 with 6-inch barrel.

Boy, I could blow a black bear's

ass off at 50 yards.

Come on. Whoopty-doo.

Oh, it sure sounds like

you know your business, Frank.

You bet your sweet... tooties I do.

Speaking of business,

what line are you in?

Insurance.

I sell insurance.

I saw this movie show once,

a double something or other, and this insurance

agent hooked up with this rich guy's wife.

Guess, she wasn't getting

enough loving or something.

Well, anyway, they put their two heads

together and knocked him off.

Made it look like an accident,

so his old lady got paid double.

Do you get much of that stuff?

I mean, people knocking off people.

No, I'm afraid not.

Look, I want to run over to

the drug store for a minute,

get something for my stomach.

I'll be right back.

Boy, he sure is a nervous one,

isn't he? - Yeah.

- How about another beer?

- Oh, no, no.

Frank, I've got to talk to you.

I'm in trouble, really big trouble,

and I don't have much time.

What's wrong?

- Can you trust me?

- Trust you?

- I think he's going to kill me.

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