Lady in a Cage Page #4

But listen to this. It was on her desk

upstairs. It's from her son.

It says, "Darling Mom..."

Hey, how about that.

This whole letter, he sounds real,

what you might say, gay.

Is your little boy married?

What is it you're holding?

- Where did you get it?

- What am I holding?

A letter that was in the desk upstairs.

You wanna hear it?

Oh, let her die curious.

Warm them up nice, mummy.

I'll bet you had him at it

till he was about 12, didn't you?

Kept him sucking.

- Okay.

- Randall.

There's something important

in this letter.

Something maybe more important

than ten G's, right here in this house.

What is in that letter?

There's a living room safe. Read it.

"Darling Mom.

I'll be 30 next Wednesday...

...and I won't have

many more chances in life."

What? What?

"Every time I try to leave you...

...you add a room...

...or dress up the house...

...or charm me."

No.

And I thought you only had him at it

till he was 12.

You still got him at it, haven't you?

How do you charm him, baby?

Read further on about the safe.

I had a holier-than-anything

old crow of a grandmother.

She tried to keep me at it too.

Oh, I'd have killed her

if she hadn't died.

Like she was trying to kill me.

Like you kill this what's-his-name...

- Malcolm.

- No. No.

This is his studio.

He decorated it himself.

Complete freedom to come and go.

He wanted to stay here.

Why would he write me a letter?

A letter?

We were as close as...

- He's not married, is he?

- What?

Doesn't even have a girl, does he?

He has many fine women friends.

Oh, yeah, women friends he met

in the public shower rooms, I bet.

"Give me my half

of what's in the living room safe."

- What safe?

- What?

"Give me my half

of what's in the living room safe.

Release me from your generosity.

Release me from your beauty.

Release me from your love."

Oh, love.

Love, you could've had your half

anytime you wanted it.

My half too, for that matter.

Read her the P.S. That's got

what you might call buckshot in it.

- A real load in it. Read it to her.

- "P.S.

Think it over.

I'll call in a little while.

Please make it yes.

Or quite simply...

...l'll kill myself."

- You didn't kill her?

- No. Fainted.

Lying on the floor

like a pile of old clothes.

Well, I'm going to look for the safe.

Elaine, how about you looking

over there?

Old crow.

Old crow baby.

Randall!

Mr. Paul's out in the back.

- I saw him through the window.

- Who?

Mr. Paul, the junkman, the fence.

What's he doing here?

There are four or five of them.

They're taking the stuff

out of our car.

That old wino

must have tipped them off.

What?

Malcolm.

Malcolm, love.

Oh, my God.

Lakeville...

...two, five...

...seven... No.

Lakeville...

Something... Seven, fi...? Oh, no.

Operator? Operator? I can't dial.

Operator, a number out at the lake.

I've forgotten it.

It's a Lakeville number.

Malcolm C. Hilyard.

Please dial it for me.

Operator, ask information.

Can you hear me?

This is an emergency, operator.

My son may have killed himself.

Do you hear me?

Do you understand

what I'm saying?

I may have killed my son. Operator!

Hurry up.

Let's go. Let's go.

Help.

Police.

Police.

Police.

Police, police, police, police.

Police, police, police.

Well.

Look who almost nearly got away.

Almost nearly.

Help!

- "Help!"

- Damn you! Damn you!

She stuck me in the eyes.

I can hardly see.

Go get her. Go drag her in here,

that old crow!

Are you blinded, Randall?

No, I ain't "blinded, Randall"!

What do you think I am, that old wino?

He who unleashes the terror

reaps the terror.

Shut her up. Shut her up!

- He who unleashes the terror...

- Shut her up!

Knock it off.

You shut up too.

Are you blinded, Randall?

We are going into that living room

and we are gonna find that safe.

Now, today ain't gonna be a total loss.

We are going in there and look!

- Okay. Let us go look.

- All right.

All right.

Essie, you look over there.

Elaine, you look that side.

- What are you going to do?

- I am gonna look too! Now, let's go.

Well, you find it?

Come on, did you find anything?

Malcolm.

Malcolm.

You're all right.

You're all right.

Malcolm, where are you going?

You're not going away again.

You...

Malcolm. That letter.

You didn't mean it.

It's just being cooped up here

all these months.

Listen, we'll take a trip together.

London, Paris, Rome.

Just you and me,

all the places you love.

We...

Release me from your love.

Release me from your generosity.

It's all true.

I'm a monster.

A monster.

- I'm...

- Essie!

Elaine!

Essie!

This ain't no time for jokes.

I'm hurt. I'm hurt!

I need a little help.

I admit it, I need a little help!

All right. All right.

I hear you.

I'm hurt. I'm hurt!

I admit it. I need a little help!

Hear me?

I hear you, Elaine.

- Someone...

- Essie!

- Help.

- Elaine!

Someone...

Where's the safe?

I want the safe.

- Are they dead? Are they dead?

- Gotta get help.

Murderers!

Neanderthals!

Monsters!

Monsters!

Take it easy.

Stop them! They must be arrested!

Stop them!

- Hey, can you drive?

- Sure I can drive.

What do you think?

Don't you hear me?

- Leave her alone. Don't touch her.

- Don't touch her.

- Murderers!

- Somebody call a doctor.

Get them out in back!

All right. Come on. Get out.

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