Shack Out on 101 Page #7
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- 1955
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Everything you serve is dead anyway.
Yeah-
Hey, your chicken truck
is blockin' the entrance.
I had to walk all the way
around in the mud.
So what? Nothing can hurt your canoes.
"All men are created equal. "
If Lincoln ever got a look at
Perch, he never would've said that.
George, will you quit burning?
You ought to be glad it's rainin'.
Why? Am I sellin'
umbrellas or somethin'?
Did you read
the evening papers?
No. Why?
They found Dillon.
I told you to weigh
him down good. I did.
lead around him real tight.
He was so heavy I could hardly
lift him when I dumped him.
You must've done a sloppy job.
Otherwise he wouldn't have come up.
I know my business.
You know nothin'.
I'm tellin' you, I don't
like it. Now get out.
Hey, Ed- Catch.
You owe me eight even.
I'll pay you next time.
What's wrong with now? Look, if
you can be late, I can be late.
I hope you get fat
on the interest.
That Abe Lincoln-
What's the matter?
You don't look so good.
Take a drink and go
to bed, honey.
I will. You take care of yourself.
Next time we come, I want to see rosy
cheeks and a pretty smile on your face.
All kidding aside, we take
You take an interest in a
What do you mean
by that crack?
You figure it out. Lay off.
Can't you see she don't feel good?
Let's blow. So long. See
you all around next time.
See ya.
Take it easy.
No fever. Maybe it's your stomach.
I tell you what. I'll bring
you back somethin'. Knock off.
Slob, you can start closin'
up anytime now. Sure.
I guess you'll be asleep when we
get back. Hope you feel better.
I'll be all right.
Good-bye, Eddie.
Good night, Chickie.
You and that loud music.
What's the matter, couldn't
you hear what I said?
Look, the only thing I want to hear
is the rattle of them dirty dishes.
Now get in the kitchen
so I can finish up.
Isn't it terrible
about Mr. Dillon?
He was such a nice guy.
Every time a guy's dead,
everybody says he's nice.
Was he bad
when he was alive?
How would I know? You're
a liar. You knew Dillon.
Maybe I knew him, but I don't
remember him. Quit acting.
What's eatin' you?
You'll find out.
You crazy? Not as crazy
as you and your pals-
Truck drivers with soft hands
sneaking around, meeting in your room.
Oh, don't give me
that innocent look.
I saw them crawling out of your room
tonight when I took my clothes off the line.
Artie, Pepe,
in my room, tonight?
Why don't you
phone the police?
You should, if there's
been a robbery.
But I'll bet
nothing's missing-
except a man's life.
The bear that walks
like a man.
I know all about you-
the Professor, Artie,
your secret meetings-
United Seafood.
We're closed.
Slob?
What's the matter?
Don't ask any questions. Get the
boat ready. How soon can you get here?
I've got to refuel.
It'll take a little time.
Put enough gas in
to get us to Mexican waters.
Was it that bad?
Bad enough.
You know those two truck drivers
from Acme Poultry?
The Tomato saw 'em tonight
sneakin' out of my room.
- I don't get it.
- There's nothing to get. They must be federal men.
Federal men? What was the
Professor doing with them?
The Professor? Sam Bastion?
Yeah. I was making my last delivery.
As I passed the gas station down at
the fork I saw them gabbin' together.
- You think that- - Don't think,
just get here as fast as you can.
Anchor off the beach,
Then run your dinghy up on
the shore. I'll be waiting.
Get out.
Get out of my room.
The Tomato knows
all about me, huh?
Out. Get out,
garbage pail.
That's not what I want to hear. You've got
a big mouth. Now start usin' it, Tomato.
Come on, I'm waiting.
Wait till George gets back.
Wait till I tell him what
He'll chop you up to
- That's not what I want to hear.
Come on, talk.
You don't wanna talk, huh?
Think I'm foolin'
with you, huh?
See what a nice guy I am? I
gave you a chance to get away.
I gave you two chances, but I'm
not going to give you any more.
Now, come on, talk.
I'm not a patient man!
What do you know? I know
you're going to hang.
And I know I'm going to
laugh the day I read about it.
Go on. Where did you
get your information?
What did the Professor
tell you?
Oh, geez!
You think
I'm foolin' with you?
When I say talk, I mean talk. Come on.
Thought we were
gonna be pals, huh?
That's the way
you talk to me.
Open up!
Open up!
Open up!
Open up!
Why'd you close up so
early? George's orders.
it. Had to come the inland route.
Radio said
it was a flash flood.
Highway to San Diego
is blocked off.
There are two
mountain slides on 101.
Where's Kotty? She went
to the market with George.
Good. They're not gonna be back for
a while, if they get back at all.
Whew.
Well, we're not going to
need this or the shells.
The money?
Sure.
And I got a surprise
for you.
How would you like
to meet Mr. Gregory?
When?
Tonight.
Off the coast of Ensenada. I
rented the boat to take us there.
I'm disappointed,
Professor.
You don't act the way
I thought you would.
Don't be ridiculous. It's just
that you should have let me know.
I've got a faculty meeting tomorrow.
I could have canceled it, had I known.
Well, everything happened so fast
I didn't have a chance to call.
But, uh, we can make it
some other time.
Mr. Gregory will understand.
No. No.
I'll, uh-
I'll call my houseboy,
and tell him to phone the
university in the morning,
and tell them that I'm sick. Yeah.
Why don't you do that?
What kind of a uniform
does your houseboy wear?
I'll bet he carries
a gold-plated badge.
Did you really think
I'd let you make that call?
I surprised you, huh?
You surprised me too.
If you'd been
a flag-waver or a big doer-
But playing the part
of a mercenary-
for your kind.
I still owe you one belt on account
of the one you gave me for the Tomato.
Then I had to take it. It
was part of the game. But now-
I hated to do it,
Professor-
Especially since the Tomato
- The Tomato told me about Artie and Pepe.
That's how
You knew they were from Intelligence,
but you wouldn't tell me.
Artie and Pepe
from Intelligence?
You're not with Slob?
I'd rather be dead.
That's what Professors
Ronker and Gerhard said.
But they changed their minds under
a little pressure, and so will you.
You'll work together.
And now, Tomato,
I'm gonna get even with you.
You're coming along
with us,
and somewhere
in the waters of Mexico...
I'm going to feed you
to Old Poncho.
I don't want to kill you, because I know
how important you are to Mr. Gregory.
Still, if you force me-
Hey, Slob,
you gone crazy?
Well, come on,
give me the gun.
Well, give it to me,
come on.
Slob.
It's me- George.
He's not Slob.
Are you?
You're Mr. Gregory.
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