Cat's Eye Page #3

because they don't know how.

When Ducky says that, it means shut up.

Does it?

Yeah. It's like a joke, you know?

Close the door!

l've set you up, Mr. Norris.

ln 10 minutes, Albert will call the police...

...and tell them a tale of heroin,

1970 Mustangs...

...aging tennis pros with drug records.

You'll be eagerly sought after, Mr. Norris.

Unless I tell you where Marcia is.

With you gone, she'd come back.

She has nowhere else to go.

Now as for you, when you get out of jail...

...you'll be more concerned

with your arthritis than your libido.

Unless you want to take the wager

I'm offering.

Hey, come here.

I want to show you something.

Now look down there

and tell me what you see.

Look, go ahead.

The street.

No, there. There.

A ledge.

-The ledge.

-What is all this about?

The wager I am proposing is very simple.

The top of the building

is sort of an architectural monstrosity.

All little nooks...

...and crannies...

...weird wind comes around.

You walk all the way around...

...the scag will be removed from the car.

You get the money and you get my wife.

You're crazy.

You lose your balance,

lose your balance once....

That's the bet, Mr. Norris.

You get the girl, get the gold watch,

you get everything!

Or you get a lot of straight time

in Rahway Prison.

You welsh on your bets?

I never welshed on a bet in my life.

Hey, Sebastian.

Hey, Sebastian.

Sebastian appears to like you.

Maybe that's a good sign.

Good, good. Well begun is half done.

The ledge is about five inches wide.

Once you're on it,

it looks more like three, doesn't it?

Two, yeah.

One?

How the hell would you know?

Mr. Norris, you know what I think?

I think you'll stand there

for a while then climb back up.

If your arms still have the strength

left to do that.

I don't think you got the guts.

I just don't think you got the guts.

Boogie, boogie.

You bastard!

I want to keep you on your toes.

Get out of here.

You bastard!

Just keeping you on your toes!

What's the matter with you? Knock it off.

Where's your sense of humor?

Buzz off.

Shove off!

You little pecker!

Try this...

...you flying shithouse!

Mr. Norris!

What do you think, Mr. Norris?

Is this more fun than human beings

should be allowed to have or what?

I'll kill you!

No, Mr. Norris.

But I will most assuredly kill you...

...if you don't get moving in 30 seconds!

The valve was only half-opened that time.

If I open it all the way...

...I'll blow you out of this hole.

Move!

I'll kill you.

Wait and see.

Put it in the shopping bag.

-On top of the money?

-Put it in the shopping bag.

Here, put that down there.

Now you come in when I say,

''All right, all right, Mr. Norris.'' Got that?

-I got it. ''All right, Mr. Norris.''

-No. ''All right, all right, Mr. Norris.''

-I got it. ''All right, Mr. Norris.''

-Forget it. Go ahead.

All right, all right, Mr. Norris.

I told you I don't welsh.

No?

I'm just an extremely poor loser.

I promised you three things:

You have your car, clean.

You have the money.

And of course...

...you have my wife.

Jesus!

How do you like that, Mr. Norris?

God!

Albert!

Albert!

The money, nothing....

Nothing. Chicken feed.

I can get you $100,000.

$500,000!

$1 million, Norris.

In a Swiss bank. How about that?

$1 million.

I don't think so!

$2 million! $2 million!

No.

I got an idea.

I'll make you a little bet. It's not a wager...

...because I'm not a big fancy hood

like you.

I'm just an over-the-hill tennis bum...

...with a dead girlfriend.

It's a simple little bet.

$5 million! $5 million.

I'll give you anything you want.

You're right, Mr. Cressner,

this is a lot of fun.

You got to be joking, Norris.

It's a joke! Tell me it's a joke!

Tell me it's a joke--

Don't shoot!

Just keeping you on your toes,

Mr. Cressner.

Keep moving.

The next one might be a lot closer.

Move!

Norris, you son of a b*tch!

Get out of here!

Get out!

Come on, you two. Lunchtime.

A cat!

-Can we keep it?

-No. It probably belongs to somebody.

Amanda, wait until I get a broom.

Wait a minute!

Amanda, don't touch that cat.

It could bite you.

He's won't bite me, it likes me.

I want to keep him. No, don't.

Amanda, we can't keep every single stray

that comes into this house.

It could have a disease.

But what if we have the vet check him?

If the vet checks him out and says

there's nothing wrong with him...

...and no one comes to get him,

then can we please have him?

Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?

What's your name?

I can't hear you.

Are you going to guard me? I hope so.

-Can't General stay in my room tonight?

-No.

Please?

No, the policy in this house

does not include bedroom privileges.

-But, Mom....

-Come on now, bedtime.

Good night, General.

Amanda, turn off that TV set.

I'd like to talk to you.

That cat was in your bedroom last night,

wasn't he?

I found cat hairs all over your bedspread,

and a lot of your dolls were knocked over.

Was he?

I dreamed he was. Far out.

He'll really be far out if that happens again

because I'll send him to the animal shelter.

But, Mom, you can't do that!

That's not fair.

Have you given

one minute's thought to Polly?

General loves Polly. They get along great.

Birds and cats do not get along great.

In case you haven't watched

Sylvester and Tweety Bird on TV.

General wouldn't do a thing to hurt Polly.

He's non-violent.

I think it's really early to decide that.

I'd just wish you'd understand.

Also, your mom just happened to have

a conference call with Nana last evening...

...and Nana told your mom

that cats steal kids' breath.

Why would General take my breath

if he has his own?

Well, you have to put

all the animals outside in the night...

...especially the cat animals.

Because if you don't,

they climb up and sit on your chest...

...and suck all your breath out like this....

-That is very helpful, Hugh.

-Thank you very much.

-Sit down and have your breakfast.

-No.

Jokes about my mother's accent in the

morning have a way of killing my appetite.

Non-violent, my ass.

I'm sorry we laughed at Nana.

But couldn't--

No! The subject is closed.

Bus in 15 minutes.

Mom, can't General just stay with me

until I fall asleep?

No! Don't forget those back teeth.

That's where most of the food gets stuck.

Get the back.

-Hi, doll.

-Hi, Daddy.

Amanda, it'd be a lot easier for me

to get General back in the house...

...if I knew what these bad dreams

were all about.

Why?

Why? Because when you play the violin,

little girl...

...everybody listens, including your mom.

So, come on, tell me.

I can only remember

that there's a monster in it.

A monster? What's he like?

Do you know that story about the goats?

The Three Billy Goats Gruff?.

That's the one.

Well, this one lives in my wall right there.

But General kept those dreams away

last night.

Can't he come in for good, Daddy, please?

You know, Amanda,

your mom is really serious about this.

I know. Just like getting your back teeth,

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