Desperate Hours Page #5

Jesus Christ.

Calm down, Albert.

Albert, just calm down.

- The whole goddamn neighborhood...

- He doesn't care about you, Albert.

You're not part of his plan.

He's going to kill you, too.

You know, Albert,

you're so dumb.

( Yelling )

I can't take it in here, Michael!

We're gonna go right now.

And I'm not fooling around.

Albert, where'd you

get the gun?

Where'd you get the gun,

Albert?

I found it.

Michael:

Nora.

Hey, Nora, did you lie to me?

I didn't mean to lie to you.

I didn't mean to lie,

but you lied to us!

You said you'd be gone

by midnight!

Shut up! Shut up!

Michael:
God damn it, Albert.

Gimme the gun! Gimme the gun!

F***!

No.

I can't handle this.

It's too much.

I'm going.

Well, why not?

You can go.

What are you

talking about, Mike?

It's best we split up now.

Do me a favor

before you go, Albert.

Get rid of the dead.

You mean that...

I can go?

Yeah.

Yeah, you head south.

And we'll all meet up in Juarez.

What the hell is going on here?

What are you doing, Mike?

I'm killing two birds

with one stone.

Timmy and his family

want us to leave?

Well, then, they're gonna

have to help us.

- How?

- You're gonna have to drop by the bank.

10,000 would be just fine.

I don't have that much money.

Timmy, you gonna

start lying to me again?

Someone's gonna have

to go with him.

He's gonna go straight

to the police!

- What did I tell you?

- What?

Stop thinking.

He's going all by himself.

He's mad, and he's scared.

Well, uh...

I'll see you guys in Mexico.

Mexico.

Definitely Mexico.

Albert:

I've never been alone.

Not since...

I met Wally

when we were little kids.

Get the door.

( Engine starts )

There's only one thing

for you to think about

out there, Timmy.

Any red light shows,

any sirens...

they get it first.

- ( Tim groans )

- Not you. Them.

- You think about that.

- ( Groans )

Good morning, sir.

Pardon.

- Sorry about that.

- She was next.

We usually require

your wife's signature.

- My wife's not well.

- I'm sorry.

I've been banking here

for 14 years.

I opened the account myself,

and I want to close it out myself.

- I'll have to talk to Mr. Nelson.

- You do? Good.

( Motorcycle revs )

- Mr. Cornell?

- Yeah.

You know there's

quite a substantial penalty

for cashing these

certificates out now.

I know that, but it's

unavoidable, you see?

I just need the cash.

It's an emergency.

Well... if you'll sign

right there,

I'll cash you out, Mr. Cornell.

Cashier's check?

Uh, no, cash, please.

Cash.

Okay.

And one more, please.

- Thank you. Very kind of you.

- It'll be a moment.

( Motor rumbles )

- Here you are, Mr. Cornell.

- Thank you.

- Please count it.

- I'm sure it's okay.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Next, please.

Excuse me.

( Whinnies )

( horn honks )

- ( tires squealing )

- ( Sirens wailing )

( sirens wailing )

( engine whines )

TV announcer:

KUTV news bulletin.

The FBI announced today

it will not file charges

against attorney Nancy Breyers

in connection

with the courtroom escape

of accused killer Michael Bosworth.

Breyers was not available

for comment.

We'll keep you posted

with further information as it beco...

- She's in control.

- So why doesn't she call then?

- Oh, she will.

- She will?

( Chuckles )

What do you find so amusing?

You.

Wally.

Looks like you won the Vietnam War

all by yourself, Timmy.

( Clatters )

That's a good boy.

- I knew you wouldn't take any chances.

- ( Groans )

- What have you got?

- I'm not sure.

A body's been discovered

in the southern part of the county,

a real estate agent named Ed Tallent

shot at point-blank range.

- May mean nothing.

- Where was he found?

In a riverbed. His car was on the scene

about five hours from here.

Probably does mean something.

Give me the addresses

of all his residential listings.

Excuse me, ma'am,

but it's my opinion

this guy Bosworth believes

he can escape from anywhere.

Now, I'd like to start setting up

roadblocks in the area.

- Request denied.

- ( Helicopter blades whirring )

if Bosworth is in a house somewhere,

there sure as hell are hostages.

That's the way he plays.

Your orders are to wait for me

to give you more orders.

Thank you, ma'am.

Maddox!

If you learn anything,

don't drift away!

I'm just a cheap float

in a stormy sea.

Woman:
Oh, yeah, it was beautiful.

It was great.

I'll call you later.

Albert:
Hey.

Which way you guys going?

Sorry.

What college do you go to?

- F*** off.

- Oh, come on.

I just need a lift a little ways.

That's all.

- Go away, please!

- Oh, come on.

Lisa, call the police now!

Run! Run!

Stay away from me!

( screams )

Police dispatcher: We've got a report

of a young man covered in blood

- harassing two girls...

- ( Tires screeching )

- ( car horn honking )

- We're there.

( Siren wailing )

No.

No, no, no!

Albert:

No!

( Woman shouting )

( panting ) No.

( Whinnying )

Maddox:
You in the water!

Drop your weapon!

( Voice echoes )

...your weapon!

( Whistling tune )

( whistling echoes )

Hey!

You in the water!

Drop your weapon!

I'm not gonna tell you again!

Put the gun down!

( Echoes )

...the gun down!

( Whistles )

Maddox:

Put the gun down!

( Gunfire stops )

That gun the kid was carrying

is registered to a Nora Cornell

on Whitney Drive,

which is right here.

Agent:
Get me those

residential listings.

On that call the primary placed

from the phone booth,

telephone company says

it went to a residence...

"Timothy and Nora Cornell,

1448 Whitney Drive."

( telephone ringing )

You answer.

Start talking.

- Hello?

- Nancy:
ls Michael there?

Yes, he is.

If this is a trick,

you can kiss your family goodbye.

- Yes?

- Michael?

- Nancy? Nancy!

- Michael?

- Where are you?

- Nancy:
I'm close.

- Did they believe you?

- Of course they believed me.

Oh, baby, you're brilliant.

Oh, you're brilliant!

Oh, God, I miss you.

We're at 1448 Whitney.

How long will it take?

Nancy:
I think I can get there

in less than an hour.

All right, you just be careful.

You stay calm.

- You just think about us together.

- Nancy:
I will.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

( Line clicks, dial tone hums )

( laughs ) She's on her way.

She's on her way.

It's almost over, Timmy.

I'll be out of here

in less than an hour.

What about us?

Timmy, have I ever broken

any promises to you?

Man:

Out! Let's go!

Agent:

Where is she?

She's in a house,

back at the command post.

Agent:
Okay, let's have it.

But make it fast.

All right, look...

right now, she's officially

just an innocent civilian.

- No charges. isn't that your deal?

- If she cooperates.

And if you send her in there

and anything happens tonight,

they'll have our ugly asses

in court tomorrow.

No, only one ass is involved...

mine.

And what's ugly about it?

We've got

exigent circumstances here.

The rules don't apply.

We've got a ticket to ride.

I just don't think

it's worth the chance.

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