Scum of the Earth Page #5

you, please, Shirley?

I have some other shots with another girl.

I'd like to get 'em out of the way

as quickly as possible.

Sandy, would you go get Kim, please?

Don't bother. I'm here.

- Well, Kim, I, um...

- Please don't.

Where do I stand?

Over there.

Ajax, get out of there.

You've made enough pictures already.

It's my turn now.

I said, get out of there.

And I said it's my turn.

Come on, lover. I'm ready.

Not you, baby.

Her.

The rest of you, scram! Beat it!

Ajax, I'm warning you. Stay away from her.

I'm warning you, get away!

I've been watching. I want her!

That, ladies and gentleman...

is that.

For all of us.

All except you, Kim.

Here, I got something for you.

It's the negatives of all the shots

I've taken of you.

And here.

As for today's award winners...

Now, listen, you...

You get out of here

and you weren't here tonight.

Remember, you weren't here tonight.

You still say it was self-defense.

We've heard that one before.

Why did you hit him three times?

Well, you saw the size of that moose.

It took three times to get him down.

I was only protecting myself. That's all.

Let's start all over again.

Maybe we can get the truth out of you.

He was trying to attack a girl,

I tried to stop him,

he attacked me and I defended myself.

And you just happened to have

a bat laying around?

It was for a photograph. It's just a prop.

No more, it ain't.

It's evidence, now.

What about this girl?

Well, she's a

girl with blonde hair...

What happened to this girl?

Well, she, uh, she ran.

I suppose she

can verify this story.

Yeah, yeah, if you can find her.

What's her name?

Uh... I don't know.

First time she ever posed for me.

You don't expect us to swallow that?

I don't expect you to swallow anything.

Look, friend, we knew this character.

He was a bum,

and from his size and reputation,

you'd have no trouble proving self-defense

if you can produce the girl.

Why don't you save yourself a lot of

trouble, like a trip to the electric chair?

Now, where is she and what's her name?

I told you, I don't know where she is.

- Well, I do. She's right here.

- Well, Sandra...

Now, who's this?

Everything he says is true.

That maniac tried to attack me.

Harmon defended me.

If you give me that baseball bat,

I'll give Ajax one more for the road.

He was in this pornography ring

with a man named Lang.

There's nothing like a nice feminine dame.

Let's make a trip to see this fella Lang.

How come this guy

would risk his life defending you?

Because... Because we're engaged.

Yeah, just when did you two

become engaged?

Today.

Are you sure?

All right, burn everything.

Burn everything and then blow.

Larry, get in here fast.

Is something up, Mr. Lang?

Ajax is dead. Harmon killed him.

I don't know what's going on,

but it's every man for himself. Here.

- You buy yourself a ticket to outer Mongolia.

- But, but...

Don't "but" your head against

this stone wall, my boy.

A wise general knows when to retreat.

Oh, wait. While you retreat, what'll I do?

Well, first you burn everything.

And then you buy yourself

a huge supply of food

and you head for an all-night movie.

That's about the only place I can think of

where the police might not look for you.

Wait a minute, is this all?

That's it. We're out of business, lad.

Now, wait a minute.

You mean, you're out of business, Mr. Lang.

But now I got a feeling

that you're gonna give me more money.

More money, like, now.

You intuition is faulty, my lad.

All right,

let's stop playing games, Lang.

Either I get more loot

and I mean lots more loot,

or I buzz the fuzz,

which to squares like you

means I call the cops.

You forget, my boy, that

if you call the police,

it'll do you a lot more harm than good.

Oh, no.

Don't you remember?

Well, you told me yourself.

I'm a minor.

The most I could get as a juvenile offender

is a year's probation.

But you, Lang, you, you get five years.

Well, that's five years of making

little bitty rocks out of great big ones.

So, uh, do I get the money?

In words of one syllable, kid, no!

All right, Mr. Lang. It's your funeral.

No, no, my boy, it's your funeral.

What, what...

Operator, operator.

Trace this call.

In a way, I'm sorry they're all dead.

But I guess they got what they deserve.

Look, Kim, it's all over and done with.

Try and forget it.

Try and forget the whole sordid mess.

Just like it was a...

Well, a bad, bad dream.

You know, like it never really happened.

I don't know if I ever really can.

But I owe you and Sandy

an awful lot, Harmon,

for not getting me

involved with the police.

No, Kim, we owe you an awful lot.

Why, you turned us back into human beings

instead of a pair of animals.

You know, Harmon, this is the first time

I've ever seen you wear a tie.

What's that?

Well, I had to get dressed up.

I'm going to a wedding.

- Oh...

- Goodbye, honey.

Good luck.

For every girl who escapes

the trap, another falls into it.

Only an alert society can rid itself

of those who prey upon human weakness,

the scum of the Earth!

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