Ruthless People Page #5

Ah, yeah, the big dog | won't hurt you, huh?

He's just a big--

Policeman | Chief Benton!

- What is it? | - I found this in the backyard.

Chloroform. | And Officer Williams | found snapshots...

of Mr. Stone | and another woman.

Really?

Jackpot!

Mr. Kessler? | Ken Kessler?

- Yes? | - We're police officers.

I'm Lt. Bender. | This is Lt. Walters.

May we have a word | with you, please?

Oh, sure. | Uh--

Come upstairs. | We can talk in the salesmen's office.

- [ Kenny ] Have a seat. | - Thank you.

Mr. Kessler, | over a week ago...

a lady named Barbara Stone | was kidnapped from her Bel Air home.

- Are you familiar with the case? | - Yeah, I read about it.

We believe the vehicle | the kidnappers used left a | tire print in her driveway.

We took a mold of that print, | had our lab analyze it, and the | results were rather interesting.

[ Walters ] These are | the prints of the kidnapper's car,

and these are the prints | of your car.

Beeper

Is there a phone | I can use?

Uh, sure, | it's right over there on the desk.

Amazing similarity!

Would you excuse me | for a second?

I've got to go to the bathroom. | I've got a touch of the stomach flu.

Sure, go right ahead.

Chloroform? What | about fingerprints?

Bingo! | We have a winner.

You won't believe this. | They found evidence implicating Stone.

- Stone? You're kidding? | - Chloroform and fingerprints.

I'll be damned. | Let's get out of here.

- Where's Kessler? | - In the john.

- [ Grunting ] | - [ Glass Breaking ]

Grunting

Stomach flu.

Mr. Kessler?

I'll b-be | right out.

Don't bother, sir. | Thank you for your help.

We'll just show | ourselves out.

Loud Groaning

- Hello. | - All right, Mr. Stone.

We came very close | to killing your wife,

but she begged us repeatedly | for just one more chance.

So in the spirit of | compassion and mercy,

we decided not to kill her | just yet.

Compassion and mercy?

What the hell's going on | over there? I thought | you people were ruthless!

- We are, Mr. Stone. | - Then what's this phone call about?

We called to make you | an offer,

- an offer even you can't refuse. | - Oh?

Yeah. | 10,000.

Fat chance!

Mr. Stone, this is no joke! | We're desperate people.

I believe this is a joke, pal, | and you're it.

The last time we spoke, | you said my wife would be...

in the morgue | if I didn't pay.

Well, I didn't pay and | today I was at the morgue.

She wasn't there. | You lied to me.

- You know what I think of you? | - No.

You got no nuts! | What do I have to do?

Put a gun in your hand, aim, | and pull your finger down, | you spineless wimp?

I dare you | to kill her!

Now that | oughta do it.

Hey, you? | Wanna sell me a stereo?

- Yeah, I'll sell you a stereo. | - All right.

I'm lookin' for something | real hot. I don't wanna | get ripped off, you know?

Okay.

You're looking for some | real hot speakers, right?

I'm not talking about | something you just listen to.

- I'm talking about the kind | of sound you can feel. | - Yeah!

- You know what I mean. | - Yeah!

When it comes to great stereo, | you can't beat big speakers.

I'm talking about big speakers | with big woofers like this.

You can get this. It has | a nice little eight-inch | woofer, or this ten-incher.

Over here we have | a nice big 12-inch.

But I can tell by the look | on your face, man, you want | something even bigger.

"- F***, yeah! | - ""F***, yeah"" is right."

We gotta go to | the big room for this!

The big room! | Check it out, my man.

The flagship of the | entire Dominator line. The MX-10.

I have a pair | of these myself.

30 inches of thigh-slappin', | blood-pumpin' nuclear brain damage!

Bitchin'! | Hey, what's the f***ing cost?

That's the bitchin' | part about it. It don't matter.

If you can't afford it, | f***in' finance it!

[ Loud Hard Rock ]

Yeah! | Whoo!

So what if it's as big | as a Subaru and costs as much!

You'll never have | to trade this in.

This is gonna be with you | for the rest of your life.

And when you die, | they can bury you in it!

I want it!

This guy is okay. | First guy I feel I can really trust.

Wait a minute. | Why don't I show you something else?

They're not very big, | but Consumer Stereo | rates them a best buy.

The Sentry EV-1s. | And they're not gonna break you.

Kick it out. | Two more.

That's it! | Whew, I'm pooped.

- Let's take a break. | - Take a break? | Come on, you little wimp!

Let's go!

Here's your lunch.

It's fruit salad. | You seem to like that the most,

although you still don't eat | as much as you should.

My body's become a | more efficient machine. | I go farther with less food.

You must be in | pretty good shape by now.

You certainly look good.

You've lost a lot | of weight.

Huh? | What?

Oh, yeah, you've lost a lot | of weight, at least 20 pounds.

What?

Tw--

Do you have | a scale?

- I don't know how to thank you! | - Thank me?

I've been to... | ten different fat farms in,

God, I don't know | how many years.

And I lost a total, | a total of six pounds.

I have lost | 20 pounds!

I wasn't sure, | but...

it felt thin.

You wouldn't have a-- | never mind.

- A-- A what? | - No, no, no.

It's very silly.

No, what? | Please tell me.

All my life I wanted to have | a slinky little figure...

so I could wear some | Bill Blass or Valentino,

some exotic evening gown | like Christian Dior, Jerry Galanos.

Are you kidding me? | You're kidding me, aren't you?

I'm sorry. I know | it's ridiculous to think | that somebody of your,

- well, moderate means-- | - I'll be right back. | Just don't go anywhere.

- Sam Stone? | - Yeah?

Mr. Stone, | you're under arrest.

For mixing | cotton with silk?

This is absolutely | beautiful!

Whose design is this? | Is this Bill Blass? Albert Nipon?

- Nah, too conventional. | - Halston?

I know who did it. | Oscar de la Renta.

I designed it.

Get outta here! | Really? Wow!

You're a professional.

- Nah. | - You are! This is sensational. | Do you have any more?

Wait!

I won't do you no harm | no

You've got to be all mine | all mine

Ooh, foxy lady

Giggling

Foxy

So, Sam told you | I was his partner?

No way! He was | just passing the buck.

Oh, God.

So, when do I | get out of here?

As soon as Mr. Stone | pays the ransom.

What's the problem? | What is the ransom?

It, it was $500,000.

That shouldn't be | a problem.

He complained.

He complained?

And then we dropped our price | to $50,000.

- Yeah? | - He didn't pay.

He didn't pay?

So now what?

So now...

we're dropping our price again | to $10,000.

Do I understand this | correctly?

I'm being | marked down?

What is this? | The bargain basement?

I've been kidnapped | by Kmart!

Don't cry, Barbara.

Hey, check it out.

You sure got | a pretty mouth.

All right, Stone, | let's go.

- Hey, was it something I said? | - Yeah.

Although this is | a capital crime,

the accused is an upstanding | member of the community,

a responsible and | successful businessman...

and has never before | posed a threat to society.

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