The Desperate Hours Page #2

- Shut it.

- The house is crawling with them.

- What are you doing here, Griffin?

- They're looking all over for you.

- They ain't looking here.

- What do you want?

- Take it easy.

- Why my house?

- Your break.

I like the location.

I like a house with a bike outside.

I love people with kids.

They don't take no chances.

Do you get it now, Hilliard? You can

get brave any time you feel like it.

You might get away with it.

But I ain't saying what's

going to happen to the others.

- How long?

- You ain't dumb, are you?

- How long?!

- About midnight, maybe sooner.

You see, we can play this together.

- Then nobody loses.

- Why midnight?

I got a friend bringing some dough.

As soon as she gets here, we get out.

What if the police find you here?

- What then?

- It wouldn't be pretty.

If that happens,

you folks get it first.

- Kid's turning in.

- Let me explain...

You pull anything, I'll let you

watch me kick the kid's face in!

It's all right, Ralphy.

- What's going on?

- It's all right.

Your old man knows where it's

buttered. How come you're so late?

- I don't have to tell you nothing.

- I've been so worried!

- Scout meeting, remember?

- It don't pay to forget.

What if I could get you the money

you're waiting for before midnight?

You may be a big shot in your office,

but I saw your bank book. 800 bucks!

- You're a punk.

- I could raise more.

- Don't get in an uproar.

- He's using his brain.

- Use yours! Helen's on her way.

- That ain't it.

He's got other business.

What do we care who bust your jaw?

- I'll bust yours...

- Why should we stick our necks...

...just so you can knock a copper off!

- Spill your guts somewhere else.

Who got you here? Who done it?

Get out in the back.

Using his brain, is he? Look at him.

Clickety-click. I can see it perking.

Don't ever try to come in between,

you smart-eyed slob. We're sticking.

Take the kid upstairs

and see he don't get out.

I don't want him hollering

out any windows either.

She's a honey, ain't she, Hal?

Four years!

It don't cost nothing to look.

By the way,

you got a gun in the house?

Stay looking at me

and answer the question.

No, no gun.

That's right, you ain't.

Show him, Hal.

I thought you was going to lie to me.

I like doing business

with a man I can trust.

Get in the kitchen

and cook that chicken.

Do it yourself.

My wife's not your servant.

I always wanted a servant.

- I don't mind.

- I do! Stay here.

You ain't calling the tune!

I got my guts full

of shiny-shoed wise guys

with handkerchiefs in their pockets.

Next time, I'll wipe 'em on you.

Now get out there and cook!

Ralphy, Ralphy!

- Where's my other DC-7?

- I don't know, kid.

- What did you do with it?

- I'll get another.

- You'll let them get away with this?

- I'll take that.

- It's mine!

- Kobish, grow up!

- Sit tight, Pop.

- Hand it over!

- You brat!

- Dad!

It ain't gonna be like this, see?

Not like this!

- Dan! What's happened?

- Get back to the kitchen.

- Get back!

- Go ahead, Ellie. I'm all right.

Hal, put that away.

All the wrong places. This is Bard.

Put Carson on. What a waste of time.

- Bard?

- Nothing here. Anything new there?

- Plenty. We've spotted Griffin's girl.

- Where?

Heading west from Pittsburgh.

Ought to be here at 11.30 or 12.00.

Don't tail her, but I want her

clocked, every town she goes through.

20 miles out, we'll put a real tag on her.

- She'll lead us straight to Griffin.

- Good.

Pretty good chow.

What time is the next news?

They're not so tough.

You hit the big guy.

You could have licked him,

couldn't you?

I lost my temper, that's all.

I can't do that again.

I could climb out my window,

across the roof there, and drop.

It's not much higher than the garage.

I've jumped off the garage.

How many times have I told you

to stay off... the roof of the garage?

But you could.

You could let yourself drop.

I bet you could, Dad.

Listen, Ralph.

You want me to call you Ralph.

You want to be considered a grown

boy. You've got to think like one.

We could get word to the Wallings

or the police. Then what, Ralph?

- The police would know what to do.

- Ralph, those guns down there,

they're loaded. It's not like

in the comic books or televisin.

Those are real bullets.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Yes, son, I'm afraid.

And I'm not ashamed of it.

Sometimes it's better to be afraid.

Well, I'm not! And neither is Cindy!

Hal, upstairs.

Sweetie, you get the pleasure.

If it's for Mr James, I'll take it.

Anybody else, let 'em talk,

except the brat.

Make it sound right,

just like any other night, normal.

Hello?

No, I...

Sore? No, no.

No, please! Not tonight.

No, wait, please!

- I flunked.

- Who was it?

- Sherlock Holmes!

- The boyfriend. He's coming over.

- You ain't as wise as I thought.

- He didn't give her a chance.

Hal, how would you like to take

the little spitfire dancing?

You ought to see him dance. He's got

all the babes groggy. Take a dance!

- What's the matter?

- Cut the clowning.

When Sherlock arrives, you duck out.

Hilliard, I got a job for you.

Go upstairs with Ralphy. Lock the door.

Don't open it until I tell you.

The gas is low in your car.

Fill her up and check the oil.

- Are you crazy?

- The kid and the missus stay.

- What do you think he's gonna do?

- Nothing. He's smart.

Clickety-click,

I can hear them wheels going around.

He's saying, "Griffin means business.

He ain't afraid to pull a trigger.

"Is it worth calling the cops,

when I only got a few hours to go?"

If they track you down,

it wouldn't be our doing.

- Maybe, maybe not. I'd never know.

- But you couldn't blame us!

I can do anything.

This is all you got to remember.

Any red lights out front,

or coppers setting up machine guns,

throwing tear gas,

you know who gets it?

Not you. Them. That's all

you gotta keep on your mind.

- Get me some Liquor.

- No liquor.

- He's right.

- You letting this joker give orders?

Nobody gives me orders.

Make it bourbon, bonded.

- Bring some papers.

- Would you like a scrapbook, too?

Wait upstairs until Chuck comes.

When you get back,

park the car heading out.

Nice family you got here.

But you'll see. He'll do something.

Let's go!

- Good evening, sir.

- Fill her up.

- Hi, Cindy.

- Hello, Chuck.

Well, this is more like it.

- On the phone, I thought...

- Chuck, let's go, please.

I'm glad you came.

I was afraid you wouldn't.

- Why?

- You know, after last night...

I'm sorry, Cindy.

About time!

You wouldn't mind taking your hands

out of your pockets, would you?

How about that?

Kinda generous, aren't you?

- Clickety-clickety-click.

- You're off your rocker!

Not that we ain't thankful. You don't

want us to drink ourselves to sleep.

Kobish, check that car.

This guy's getting ideas.

Maybe there's coppers

in the back seat. You check it.

Hal! Look at that car.

I'll cover you.

All right, Pop, in there.

Over there.

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