Deadly Eyes Page #3

I bet there's a nest of

these bastards down here.

Ain't this a b*tch.

Tim!

Tim!

Damn, I could have sworn

I heard somethin'

Son of a b*tch.

Sons of b*tch!

Get back. I'll get your ass.

Let's go pal.

Gee Dad you're pretty

good at this game.

You bet I am. C'mon, let's go home.

Mrs. Trumbull,

You look great. Did you do

something different to your hair?

Thank you Kelly.

Yes, I did as a matter of fact.

I have a hot date tonight

so I got a permanent.

Like it?

Looks fabulous.

It must be a serious romance.

I don't know about that.

I just think at 75 I ought

to be sewing my oats instead

of sitting around my apartment.

Looks don't last forever you know.

Well, that's true.

Well, enjoy yourself tonight.

I'll see you later.

- Thank you.

- Bye.

Let's see, preheat

oven to 400 degrees.

Pull back foil to expose dessert.

Place frozen dinner in oven,

for approximately 40 minutes.

Harris, you're a damn genius.

Hello.

Hi, Paul? It's Kelly Leonard calling.

The woman you met this morning

and can't seem to get rid of.

How you doin'?

I'm not sure how to ask you this.

No, I don't think you're carrying

any communicable diseases.

I was wondering if you might

have dinner with me tonight

if you're not doing anything else?

Well. Actually, I do have

dinner plans for the evening but

I believe that I can change them.

As a mater of fact,

I'm sure that I can.

I will pick you up at seven.

Great, all right. Okay, bye bye.

I'm right in the middle.

My oldest sister is a doctor.

My younger sister's a lawyer.

You'd think my mother would

be pleased about this, yes?

No, no.

My mother is deeply disappointed

that none of her daughters

are dental hygienists.

It's true.

When my younger sister Lois

went to Harvard Law school,

my mother cried thinking she

had deliberately disobeyed her.

You don't look as lonely as

you did in the park today.

Did I look lonely?

A little.

You thought you'd be my angel

of mercy and rescue me.

Absolutely.

No, I saw the same look in my eyes.

You sorry I called?

Not a bit.

You want to come up.

You bet.

Why don't you build a fire,

there's some kindling there.

Great.

Would you like a drink?

I'd love a drink.

What'll you have?

Brandy if you've got it.

Well, you've got it.

Hello.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Jesus, wha... where?

Okay, I'll be right there.

Paul, Paul.

The phone company guy

found him this morning.

We won't have positive

ID until the autopsy but,

it's definitely Foskins.

What was the cause of death?

Hard to say.

Rats got to the body before

the coroner did,

so there wasn't much left.

Come on, let's go.

Better?

I just keep thinking about something

George said the other day.

And I... I thought he was joking.

He told me that he had seen

this colony of rats that were

bigger than normal.

Oh, come on.

Well, what if he was

telling the truth?

Do you think it's possible they

might of attacked him or something?

It's hard to believe that rats,

even sewer rats,

would attack a grown man.

They're scavengers, not hunters.

My guess is, that he just picked a

very bad place to have a heart attack.

That's all.

I suppose you're right.

I wish we could be

sure about it though.

Isn't there somebody

in your department

that knows about this sort of stuff,

an expert or something?

I'm the expert.

I know everything there is

to know about cockroaches

but I'm completely over my

head in something like this.

Maybe I have somebody

you should talk to.

You can never eliminate

a rat population,

you can only manage it.

Now, from everything you've

told me I'd have to say that

when those feed lots down

at the harbor were burned,

the colony was dispersed and went

looking for another food supply.

And the sewers became

their new runway?

Exactly.

Runway?

Do you go the same way

to work every morning?

Most of the time, yes.

Well, rats are much the same.

The path they take between their nest

and their food supply

is called a runway.

Do you think it's possible that this

steroid feed could have spawned

a new strain of rat?

I mean what happened to

George was incredibly brutal.

You always hear stories

about super rats.

As far as I'm concerned

they're just stories.

None of which has never been

supported with hard data.

No, I'm afraid that Mr. Foskins died,

from whatever cause.

Nature took it's course and he became

an unfortunate source of protein

for a colony of very

hungry scavangers.

Brutal, yes.

But not unusual.

Well, at least you now know

what you're up against.

Since you already know

where the runway is,

it shouldn't be difficult

to wipe them out.

Well, we will probably use Rotenone,

it's a zinc phosphide compound.

Very effective.

But make sure you've got that

sewer line completely sealed

because if there is a way out,

the rats will certainly find it.

Given enough time, they can chew

through a quarter inch steel plate.

Thanks again, Dr. Spencer.

- Thanks Louis.

- Glad to be of help.

What are you doin' down there?

All set.

Well, this has been a

hell of a first date.

I hate to leave you but

there's a certain little boy

who's wondering why I haven't

taken him to the park yet.

Oh, that reminds me.

I'm supposed to go to the

opening of subway spur tonight.

I thought maybe because Timmy's

so interested in trains,

the two of you might

like to come along?

Well, Timmy would love it and...

I believe I could be persuaded.

Good.

I'll call you from the office.

You're back.

I suppose you heard?

Oh yes, I heard. I certainly heard.

The Mayor called,

long distance for God's sake.

Told me to get my ass back here.

He wanted to know why an

emergency order had been issued

to fumigate the sewers

just when those Washington

honcho's were here for

the subway opening?

Did you hear about George?

Yes, I heard.

After the Mayor read me the riot act.

He read me the report you wrote

about George's mysterious death.

For Christ's sake,

what's that suppose to mean?

What happened was...

I don't care what happened.

I just want to know

why you had to call out

everything but the Marines.

I mean, how are we supposed to keep

business here when you circulate

reports making a heart attack sound

like something out of

the Twilight Zone.

Are you through?

For now.

After the ceremony, the mayor

wants to see you in his office.

And don't think it's for cocktails.

All right pal, into the shower.

But mom just made me

take one this morning.

It's not going to kill you to

take another one, you know?

I want to watch cartoons.

I don't like you sittin' there

watching television all the time.

All right, I'm going to grab a

quick one before Kelly gets here

but then you're going to take one.

What the hell are you doing here?

I had to see you.

How'd you get in here?

Landlord let me in.

I told him I was your niece.

Get your clothes on

and get out of here.

Right now.

Close that door and get back

in front of the television.

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