Savannah Smiles Page #5

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Thanks, doc.

You listen to me, doc, and you listen good.

If you know what's good for you, you won't say

nothing to nobody about this. You understand?

Don't threaten me, cowboy.

All criminals are low types

and most crimes equally deplorable.

- Kidnapping... that as low as a man can sink!

- We didn't kidnap this kid!

- We found her in the back of our car.

- And why don't you give her back?

Because we got that reward money coming to us.

We earned it.

- We just want a fair share like anybody else.

- Look, you give her to me...

and will see if I can get the money to you through Doreen.

You really think I'm a fool, don't you, doc?

Well, I ain't! Boots, crab that kid. Let's get out of here.

Thanks, Doreen.

Be very careful. That child's life is in your hands.

The grocery clerk identified the two men from the mug shot.

So did officer Jamison, and now the Driscolls get

a ransom letter. What more do you want?

This does not constitute a ransom letter.

They're asking for reward, a reward which has been offered.

That phone call of the clerk of the grocery store

tells us exactly the kind of men we're dealing with.

Lieutenant,

we all know any criminal can be dangerous.

McGaffee is a second story man. He's a messy thief,

he's a pig f***er. I don't care much about him, but...

Alvin Gibbs, on the other hand, has a hot temper.

He can be violent when cornered.

And being a hundred men doesn't help matters any.

The only point I'm trying to make is,

what if these two men actually found the girl?

As far as I'm concerned,

that doesn't make any difference at all.

They got her, and we have to get her back.

- You want some more potatoes?

- You bet I want.

- I made them with cream and butter.

- It's the best I ever ate.

I also baked a chocolate cake for dessert.

Wow, I love chocolate cake.

- It seems you're feeling better.

- Well, it sounds like it.

- Want more potatoes?

- I'm eating, ain't I?

- Want some more?

- Yeah, why not.

- You really like my potatoes, don't you?

- Stop bothering me. I eat them, all right?

We interrupt our regular program

to bring you a special news bulletin.

It has been five days of anguish for

Mr. and Mrs. Richard Driscoll of Utah.

Their six year old daughter Savannah

was apparently abducted Saturday

after an innocent din...

What's abducted?

Well, it means...

It means they think we took you.

But you didn't. I ran away.

- You did? How come?

- There were lots of reasons.

Mummy never made me potatoes.

Poor kid.

You want some more pork chops?

- I love pork chops.

- Okay, so you really like my pork chops.

- You like the way Bootsie fixes them.

- Would you stop and let her eat your pork chop?

- You want some more potatoes?

- I sure do!

She sure like these potatoes.

- Do you like my potatoes, Alvie?

- Would you knocking off about the potatoes?

- Hmm, yummy, yummy. Aren't these potatoes good, Savannah?

- Hmm hmm.

I gotta hurry before I lose my job.

- What work do you have?

- I'm working at the car wash.

Well, I'll be damned.

Somebody's got to pay the bills.

How about washing the dishes for me?

Bye, Savannah.

- Bye bye, Bootsie.

- Bye bye, Bootsie.

All I could think of was to ask this other man to give

me a glass of water and give the baby some aspirin.

Good thinking, dioctor. At least now we have fingerprints.

We can make a positive identification.

Do you have any idea why Mrs. Lumous didn't contact us

when she first met that man?

She said she was scared.

She didn't want to get into trouble.

Ans she really believed him about not taking the child.

Well, that may be, doctor.

But the fact is they have her, and they won't give

her back, unless someone gives them money,

and that constitutes kidnapping.

Did you ever had fights?

I did.

This girl in the school pulled my hair,

and we got in a fight.

Did you win?

Nope. The teacher caught us, and she made us stop.

All right.

Now look.

Next time some kid starts messing with you,

here's what you do.

Yell "Look out!"

- You look over there somewhere, see?

- Mhmhm.

Like somebody's coming up, but you only distract him. Right?

- Then you step on her foot, hard as you can.

- Yeah.

- That will be one moment, you see.

- Mhmhm.

Then you grab her by the arm and you throw her like

a sack of potatoes on the ground, as hard as you can.

Okay.

Now, if you can remember all that,

I promise you you won't lose no fights.

Sure. Thanks, Alvie. Can I try it?

As soon as Bootsie comes home, you practise on him.

Yeah?

Yeah, um, Mr. Driscoll? Listen,

I thought you would like to know,

Savannah is fine, she's fine.

Listen, did you get the letter yet?

Yes, I have the money in small notes in two bags,

just as you requested.

- Are you still there.

- Uh, yeah.

Listen,

we don't want the money. We just wanna give Savannah back.

Okay?

- Yes, of course. Whatever you want.

- We don't want no problems

- from the police, see.

- Fine. I understand.

Uh, about to get her back,

figure out when and where.

And tell Savannah's mom not to worry.

Okay?

I'll take this recording to the station to analyze it later.

What happened?

They don't want the money anymore.

They just wanna give Savannah back.

Why?

I think they're scared.

No, I think they're stalling.

I almost forget... I've got something for you.

What you're doing?

Waiting for my present.

Well...

It ain't a present exactly,

just something I don't need no more.

- Can I look now?

- Sure, go ahead.

A harmonica!

Jeez, thanks, Alvie.

- I bet you got lots of presents, don't you?

- At Christmas I do.

That moment they always leave me and go skiing some place.

They always leave me.

And that's why I ran away.

Yeah, I did, too, finally.

But I've never gotten nothing at Christmas camp.

Never?

Well, yeah, once I did.

- Once I got a package of firecrackers, and you what I did?

- What?

Well, early the next morning

I tiptoed in Donna Caludy's room

and I lit that whole package of firecrackers,

and I tossed them suckers under the bed.

It was like the devil with a pump gun were behind them.

They jumped skyhigh, they ran in each other, and into

the wall, down, down. I'll remeber that my whole life.

And then they chased me through the corn field

and into the woods, but they never caught me.

That's funny, Alvie.

Yeah.

And that was on Saturday.

And when I came out of the woods,

them and all those kids were piling that old pickup truck,

going into town.

And I ran and ran as hard as I could

but all I caught was their dust.

And they did this every Saturday.

Always ran off and let me.

I cried like a girl.

I would have grown up then,

but I didn't know I was supposed to cry.

They didn't come back for the next days,

and when they came back they beat me so hard

that I hardly couldn't stand up.

That was when I finally ran off the grid. I was then

ten, eleven years old,

and I've been on my own ever since.

Poor Alvie.

Oh, yeah,

that was a long time ago.

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