Suddenly Page #5
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- 1954
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busting my leg on a stage,
so I can yell
"Down with the tyrants!"
If Booth wasn't such a ham,
he might have made it.
He got pretty far
at that, though.
The guy who killed Garfield
didn't make it either.
Him! Ha, he didn't plan anything. Just
took a lucky shot, strictly left-handed.
Just like McKinley.
And Zangara got the chair
for his try at Roosevelt.
He had to try it in a crowd,
I hate crowds.
So nobody ever made it.
Up till here...
I'm just a guy makin' a livin'
and I think you've stretched
long enough. As you were.
- Bart take over Benny's watch.
- Okay.
- Benny?
- Yeah Johnny.
Go down town and see what's
goin' on, especially the station plan.
Leave the car here.
Why me?
Because Wheeler can fly
a plane, and you can't.
Oh, but I'm
expendable, huh?
No, I just don't want anything
to happen to Wheeler.
Why can't
I take the car?
Because if they nail you, we need
the car to get to the plane.
- The place is crawlin' with cops.
- You're getting' paid, ain't ya?
- Yeah.
- You can't say it ain't enough.
I'll be back.
Johnny. Look. Nice and steady
just like you wanted it.
Open the curtain.
Trap.
Big beautiful booby-trap.
You can't do this.
You can't do it.
You're wrong lady...
Take a look...
Go on take a look.
I can do it and
I'm going to do it.
But you're an American citizen.
Sure. And at 5:
01, I'm gonna' bea very rich American citizen.
- You'll never get away with it.
- Shut up.
- I got a stomach ache.
- Take a pill.
Maybe the old man's right,
Johnny. It's a terrible thing.
Turn it off, will 'ya.
Just another man, a man.
But the president.
Yeah, yeah, I never killed
a president before.
- Who's that?
- It's Jud Kelly.
Ellen sent for him to come
and fix the television,
so the boy could
watch the ball game.
Why didn't you tell me?
We simply forgot. He's a harmless boy,
Baron. Don't hurt him.
- OK. But if you cross me.
- He won't, he won't.
Alright Pop,
you've got the ball.
Let him in, but watch it.
Ellen, we got to
keep this man talking.
Why?
Because that's his weakness.
Sooner or later he'll drop his guard.
We've gotta' find
a way to get Pop's gun.
- Hi Pop, what's new?
- Hello Jud.
I'd better fix your rig,
before you execute yourself.
Come on in.
- Tod, what happened to you?
- Ask him?
Same thing that'll happen to you,
unless you do exactly as you're told.
- You're kiddin'. Is that real?
- It's real, alright.
- What's your name?
- Jud Kelly.
- What are you doing here?
- I came to fix the television set.
Drop it.
Alright Bart, case him.
I don't have any dough, if that's
what you want. Is this a stick-up?
Yeah, that's right,
it's a stick-up.
You'll never get
away with it.
Go over and sit down, buster.
Take your luggage with you.
You too sit down.
I don't dig it. Did they rob the bank?
What's the gun for? What's goin' on?
- Where's your store?
- Main Street.
- Who runs it?
- Just me.
- All alone?
- Do you have to point that gun at me?
- Alone?
- Answer him.
Yeah.
You locked up when you left?
Nobody knows you were comin' here?
That's right. Just a service call.
That gun makes me nervous, Mr.
I'm not gonna' be a hero,
you can put the gun away.
Sure, but I'm telling you, buster, like the
others, one pass and the kid gets it.
That's right, he gets it. So you see
his life depends on you. Got it?
Yeah.
- Wilson? Carney back yet?
- No, he's been gone a long time.
Maybe we ought to load the gun now
to be sure, huh?
No, that's just
what the sheriff would like.
Forget about me,
I've had it.
Don't con me, sheriff. The minute this
gun was loaded, one of you brave boys
might decide to go for the ride,
just to fire it and if you did,
it might alert a few state cops down
there and the game would be over.
- You got any food in the house?
- Course I have.
I'm gonna' grab
a bite, Bart. Watch 'em.
Bring me a little glass of milk will you,
Johnny? My ulcer's murdering me.
Just watch 'em Bart.
Watch 'em.
- I don't dig it, will somebody tell me...
- Sit down, be quiet.
Haven't you any
feelings at all?
No I haven't lady, they were taken out
of me by experts... Feelings are a trap.
Show me a guy with feelings
and I'll show you a sucker.
It's a weakness. Makes you think
of something besides yourself.
If I had any feelings left in me at all,
they'd be for me. Just me.
Don't you ever think
of your mother? Your father?
Think of 'em? I used to
think of them a great deal.
My mother wasn't married. My old man
was a dipso. They left me in a home.
- You stink.
- Johnny!
Pidge! Come back here.
- The kid.
- Hold it.
Pidge, Pidge.
Get him.
Stick 'em up,
or I'll blast you.
- Nice going, Bart.
- It's only a cap pistol.
- I gave it to him myself.
- Don't you touch her, don't you.
I oughta' beat his brains out.
The little... What's so funny?
You should've seen
your face, a cap pistol.
Go ahead,
laugh yourself sick.
That's a pretty good model,
they make 'em real today, don't they?
Here you are, Pidge,
blow his brains out...
Couple of big, bold, bad men, getting'
scared to death by a six-bit cap pistol.
I oughta' beat that kid.
I'm not sure
that he couldn't take 'ya.
Go put some milk on your ulcer
and bring me a piece of the cake.
I need some milk;
the pain's pretty bad.
Where's Benny?
Why don't we hear from Benny?
Sit.
If this isn't a stick-up,
what is it?
Did you come up here
to fix a television set, junior?
- Yeah.
- Well then, fix the television set.
Tod, what's going on?
They're planning to assassinate
the President, Jud.
Which president?
The President of the United States.
He arrives here this afternoon.
You're kidding!
No, you're not kidding.
The president?
Kill the president? They can't,
they couldn't do a thing like that.
They're stinking traitors.
They're Benedict Arnolds.
Are you guys crazy?
You can't do a thing like that.
- Sit down, reckless.
- Don't you realise what that means?
That's assassination;
he's your President too.
Make a deal with 'ya boy.
We kill you instead of the President.
That's even steven. Okay with you?
Thought not. Anybody else wanna'
take the heat
off the President?
- How about you sheriff?
- It's a bad joke, Baron.
Anybody else wanna' volunteer?
They're commies;
they're enemy agents.
- Alright, who is behind it Baron?
- I haven't the slightest idea.
- What's in it for you?
- You're curious, aren't you sheriff?
While I last.
I like you sheriff. You've got guts.
You must have been a good soldier.
I got by.
- I won a Silver Star.
- That's pretty good.
- Killed 27 Jerries all by myself.
- You're a born killer, that's all.
Yeah.
When you get real good
at something, you're a murderer.
Yeah, over there you can knock over
a whole platoon, or a guy invents
a bomb and kills 100000 people, just
like that and maybe gets more medals.
Here you put a slug
in a double-crossing squirt
that isn't even worth burying
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