The Dark Half Page #5

And, uh, the guy that wrote that article.

He'll probably go after him.

Mike Donaldson.

He lives in New York too,

but I'm not sure where.

What do you know

that you're not tellin' me?

I think I know who's doing these things.

- Give him to me.

- Not over the phone.

- Can you get here tomorrow?

- I need to know tonight.

Can't we do it tomorrow, face to face?

Look, I've been tryin' to cut you

every break I can. Don't stretch my limit.

I can give you a description.

I'm not entirely sure it's right...

...but I think it's close.

He's about my size,

blue eyes, same as mine.

Hair slicked back. About my age.

In better shape, though. Strong, muscular.

He lives in Oxford, Mississippi,

and he's got a little bit of a cracker accent.

He might be driving...

...an old black Toronado. It's got

a lot of blasting power under the hood.

It's got letters on the back.

"High Toned Son Of A B*tch".

You can tell me all this,

but not who the guy is?

Knowing his name tonight

isn't gonna help.

He's probably using

the name of George Stark.

Huh? Oh.

Sh*t!

Goddamn city.

(footsteps)

Oh, no.

(metallic click)

(whistling)

(baby cries)

Ow!

Argh!

Hello, Mike.

Goodbye, Mike.

Ah, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

Somebody help!

- What's going on?

- Murder.

D'you want some?

Whoops! Well, I guess I'd better punt.

(clears throat)

(whistles "Are you Lonesome Tonight?")

- What the hell is that down there?

- I don't know. Got your flashlight?

- Oh, look at this. Jesus f***ing Christ.

- You think this is the guy?

- Is this the f***in' guy...

- How the f*** do I know, huh?

- Christ!

- Oh, this is really some sh*t, man.

- Hey. Hey!

- Forget about it.

- Who the hell is that?

- I don't know. He's gone.

Oh, look at this sh*t.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- (Stark) Good mornin', Rick.

This is the man who cut

your woman's throat.

What?

- Who are you?

- Ask Thad Beaumont who I am.

He knows all about it. Tell him

I said you were walkin' around dead...

...and tell him I'm not done

makin' fool's stuffing yet.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Who are you?

(Stark hangs up)

Oh, God! God!

Have a good one, man.

Jesus Christ! You a**hole!

F*** you!

(Alan) So tell me, Thad.

Who do you think is doin' this?

- Give me a name.

- I gave you a name.

The name is George Stark.

- I don't think I understand you.

- What my husband is trying to say...

...is that he thinks George Stark

has somehow come to life.

Now, look, Alan, I don't expect you to be

the type of guy to believe this, but, um...

...you're all we've got right now.

Thad has some things he's gonna tell you.

You don't have to believe him,

but you have to trust that he believes.

Because if you don't, this man,

or whatever he is, is gonna go on killing...

...and he's gonna keep on killing till

he gets to me and Thad and the babies.

You don't believe it, do you?

Not a single word of it.

If you'd told me these people

were murdered by a ghost...

...I wouldn't believe ya.

But I can come closer

to believin' a ghost story than this.

You're not just talkin' about a ghost,

you're talkin' about a man who never was.

Maybe you'd like to tell me

where this guy came from.

Did you just give birth to him one night?

Did he pop out of a damn sparrow's egg?

Exactly how did it go?

I don't know when

he became a separate person.

It was when we tried to kill him.

Look, I'm willing to consider

all sorts of crazy possibilities here.

But when you tell me

this guy is George Stark...

He might think he's George Stark,

I'll give you that.

But he's not. He can't be.

He's a crazy man, Thad.

A goddamn homicidal

lunatic crazy man is what he is.

And I'm gonna catch him.

Hold it, Mr Cowley. The guys from

communications are supposed to be here.

- Maybe they're inside.

- One should be right out here.

It's standard procedure. Come on.

- Maybe they never showed up.

- Let's try 'em on the radio.

- Where they comin' from? Downtown?

- I don't know. Call the precinct.

Look, I gotta get some sleep. I'm dead.

- We'll be here.

- Maybe we'll send out for Chinese later.

- My treat.

- Thanks.

Jesus Christ!

I've decided to change agents.

I'm sorry, Rick. It's a cutthroat business.

(Thad) God! Oh, Jesus. Rick...

Rick is gone. I don't believe this.

I can't believe this. I mean, so much

for your f***ing police protection!

(Thad) Oh, bullshit! Bullshit!

They didn't! No, they didn't!

I don't care what you think.

You wanna think about something?

Think about what I told you.

Think about George Stark.

Think about that!

What does he want?

He wants the same thing you and I would

want if we were in the same position.

He doesn't wanna be dead any more!

Jesus. Rick... Miriam.

Who's next?

I, uh... I think that's everything,

Mr Beaumont.

We'll call from the outside

to make sure the system's working.

OK, fine. Thank you.

(phone rings)

We don't have to make a test call. Pull

your meter. I'll check it out in the cellar.

Somebody gonna answer it?

Mr Beaumont?

- Something the matter?

- It's him.

It's who?

What do you want, you son of a b*tch?

(Stark) Cool down, Thad.

No need to get your panties all in a bunch.

- What do you want?

- To tell you it's over.

I got the last one this noontime. Little girl

who used to work for your publisher.

The cops'll find her. Some of her is

on the floor. The rest is on the table.

Jesus Christ!

I'm gonna head down south

and do me some fishin'.

- This city life's tirin' me out.

- He's lying.

- You lying f***.

- Why, Thad, that's not very nice.

Did you think I was gonna hurt you? Hell,

no. I was gettin' revenge for you, boy.

You knew all along

I was the one that had to do it.

- You got a chicken liver.

- He's lying. He knows you're listening.

I'm not gonna bother you any more, Thad.

I know you're gonna come after us,

George.

I know you're gonna come after me.

And I think I know what you want.

Well, you just come ahead.

I'll know you're comin'.

- I'll know because I'll hear the birds.

- Birds?

That's right.

I'll hear the birds, and I'll be waitin'.

Waitin' to f***in' take you apart.

- Dear God!

- You're talkin' crazy, Thad. What birds?

Sparrows. Don't you hear the sparrows?

Well, whatever you're talkin' about

doesn't matter, because... this is over.

(hangs up)

- Clear as a bell.

- Let's check the van.

The call was made from

a payphone in Times Square.

They're checkin' to see if the voice

might have been a tape recording.

What, made by me?

Your calling-card number

was used to pay for the call.

Jesus. After all this, I'm still a suspect.

Look, I know they can't hang

last night's work on you. You were here.

- But they think you have an accomplice.

- That is the craziest thing I ever heard!

I wish I could say the same thing, Thad.

You gave me a description, remember?

The witness at Donaldson's says the killer

matches that description perfectly.

You told me

he was driving a black Toronado.

The place where they found Homer's

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