Cape Fear Page #6
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- Yes, sir.
Was he on that flight 403?
Yes, sir, he was.
Now I don't know whether
to mail it to him or not.
You don't have any idea
when he'll be back, do you?
Let's see.
He did make a return
reservation, sir.
- 6:
00 p.m. On Thursday.- Then I guess special delivery will do.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- It's just a log bumping.
- No, not that. Listen.
It's a boat.
There are bound to be boats.
We didn't hear any last night.
It's coming closer.
- Peg! Nancy!
- It's Daddy!
Darling, thank God it's you!
Daddy!
This is Mr Kersek,
of the sheriff's office.
- How do you do?
- Hello. Come on in.
Don't you think it's about time
you were getting ready for bed?
Where am I going to sleep?
Here, with your mother.
Mr Kersek and I will sleep on shore.
- Won't you have some more coffee?
- Don't mind if I do.
- Will you excuse us for a few minutes?
- Sure thing.
So far so good.
We're all here.
Cady thinks I'm in Atlanta.
You can still say no
if you want to, Peg.
Nothing will start...
unless I call Charlie Sievers.
Call him.
I tailed him
until he spotted me, Mr Bowden.
Then he checked to see
your car was home...
and Mrs Bowden's car was gone.
Looked at the mail in the box
but didn't take any.
Then he tried the boat basin.
Tony told him your boat
hadn't been out all week.
But for the rest, well,
Because if he's been tailing me,
I haven't been able to spot him.
I still think he will.
You're the only lead he has.
- Start things moving tomorrow.
- Right.
- Yes?
- Looks like we're striking out.
I'm on 257,
halfway to Cross's Landing...
and absolutely no sign of him.
Do you want me to keep comin'
or go back and try it again?
Could he have switched cars?
Sure, he could have switched cars, but
I've been keeping my eye on the drivers.
- What do you say?
- If he hasn't been following you...
trying it again won't work either.
- Come ahead.
- Okay.
- Seven to nothing.
- Temporarily. Only temporarily.
All them islands look alike.
Just follow this and you can't miss it.
Okay. Thanks.
You're gonna die
without a mark on you.
Just got too big
for your pants.
Kersek!
Tell the operator
to call the sheriff's office!
Send some men out here fast!
Aw, now, come on.
You ain't that scared.
You come right down to it,
what is there to be scared of?
Look, you're not a foolish man.
You're very clever.
You never make mistakes.
You don't take chances.
If you touch me,
you'll go back to prison for life.
- Want to make a bet on that?
- But you will! I'm not like Nancy!
I'm not afraid to testify! I swear it!
Believe me! I'm not afraid!
And you're a lawyer's wife?
Don't you understand?
With consent,
there ain't no charges against me.
Now, look...
I want you to hear this.
It's gonna save a lot
of messin' around.
Look!
I was gonna go for Nancy...
but I can always
make it with Nancy.
You know, next week, next month.
Wait a minute now.
You proposition me.
You, instead of Nancy...
and I'll agree
never to see you again.
Unless of course you want it.
And that's how
you give your consent.
That's not consent,
it's blackmail!
Reasons don't make any difference.
You look that up.
And as far as blackmail
is concerned...
you only think
I'm going after Nancy.
Come over here!
You're just playing it safe.
Now, your husband
is gonna appreciate...
your noble gesture.
But he ain't never
gonna forget it!
Please! Please!
So, all in all,
I don't think...
I don't think you're gonna...
you're gonna say too much
about this, are ya?
You're not gonna talk about it,
are ya?
Are you?
No! No!
It's Nancy! He only wanted
to get you away from her!
It's Nancy!
Operator!
He's here. He's here!
Nancy, get out of here.
Run and hide.
Run and hide! Run!
Hide! Hide! Run! Hide!
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
I just don't give a damn.
No. No!
too easy, too fast.
Your words.
Do you remember?
Well, I do!
Oh, no.
We're gonna take
good care of you.
We're gonna nurse you
back to health.
And you're strong, Cady.
You're gonna live a long life
in a cage.
That's where you belong.
And that's where you're going.
And this time, for life!
Bang your head
against the walls!
Count the years,
the months, the hours...
until the day you rot.
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