The Desperate Hours Page #4

just a little one,

and you're gonna wish you'd never

come back through this door.

I never understood before

how your mind works, but I do now.

- You'll be late for that time clock.

- I've got the same thing in me.

- I want to kill you.

- You're a comedian!

If anything goes wrong,

any harm comes to any one of us,

I'll do it, I'll kill you,

so help me God!

- You understand that?

- Yeah, I got you.

We understand each other all the way.

Lady, you didn't know what

a tough old bird you married!

No. No, I didn't.

Dad, are we making a mistake

not going to the police?

Maybe. I don't know.

I've tried to think of everything.

But you heard him, Cindy.

I won't gamble with

your mother's life, or Ralphy's.

Oh, Dad!

Cindy, baby.

Listen, nobody can know anything

about this. Not Chuck. Nobody.

And another thing,

you're not going back tonight.

Go to your girlfriend's or a hotel,

but don't come home.

Hal!

Get the old lady down here!

- Who is it?

- Mr Patterson. He takes the trash.

- Let him pick it up and beat it.

- This is the end of the month.

- He'll come to the door to collect.

- OK, pay him!

Hal, get back upstairs

with the brat. I said pay him!

Yes, just a second!

Here, let me see that.

Use your head.

Hal's upstairs with the brat.

Yes!

Good morning, Mrs Hilliard.

Thank you, ma'am. Is there any...?

Aren't you feeling yourself today,

Mrs Hilliard?

- Just a headache, Mr Patterson.

- I'll take these papers with me.

- All right.

- Goodbye, Mrs Hilliard.

What's up?

- Want me to grab him, Griffin? Huh?

- He's going away.

Shut up, both of you.

Give me the gun. I'll stop him.

Griffin, ain't you gonna do nothing?

- Do you want to let him get away?

- She paid him with a cheque.

Get it back. If you get in trouble,

don't come back.

Get back upstairs.

Keep going, George.

- Keep your eyes on the road.

- Watch where you're going!

Drive out of town.

I'd like to see some country.

- Good morning, Mr Hilliard.

- Good morning. Good morning.

- Good morning, Miss Wells.

- Good morning, Mr Hilliard.

I'll open it today.

- Not interrupting anything?

- I'm busy as the devil!

OK, Mr Executive!

What happened to your head?

- Well...

- Tell me when you're not so busy!

- When's the next mail?

- This afternoon.

- There's one more delivery.

- Bring it in when it arrives.

- Yes, sir.

- Unopened.

Read all about it!

Boy, take this to the police station

around the corner.

- Are you a guest at the hotel?

- Yes. And no questions.

Yes, sir. No questions at all, sir.

Extra! Read all about it!

Ah, missed.

Turn here!

You ain't gonna be needing it.

Mister, I ain't gonna open my mouth.

Honest.

I ain't gonna say a word to nobody.

I know you ain't, George.

- I have to talk to you.

- Some other time.

I'm sorry, Mr Hilliard.

I just had lunch with Cindy.

Yeah...?

- What's happening?

- It's nothing.

Nothing? She's miserable.

If I'm the cause...

- It doesn't concern you.

- It concerns me!

- Stay out of it!

- What kind of a father are you?

- Yes?

- A Mr James is calling, Mr Hilliard.

Put him on.

- Yeah?

- Hilliard, you recognise my voice?

- What do you want? What's happened?

- Come and get me.

- Where are you?

- Fall Creek Road. The golf course.

You won't see me, but I'll be waiting.

- It'll be a long wait, Mr James.

- I get nabbed and I'll spill my guts.

Wait a minute.

- This is a private conversation.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah?

- You there?

I'll call the coppers,

tip 'em the address.

- Let 'em shoot up the joint.

- Stay out of sight.

It'll take me an hour to get there.

That's the last delivery today.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Yes.

You can mind your own business.

- Mr Hilliard...

- I'm sorry, Chuck. Not now.

It's a.38.

That guard at Terre Haute,

his gun was a.38.

Bard, you can't tie in every crime

in the state with Griffin.

Why would anybody pump three slugs

into an old man? He wasn't robbed.

Nothing much. Here's his address.

- Find out where he worked today.

- I'm bushed!

One of his customers was probably

the last person that saw him alive.

- My singing bother you?

- Tell me what you were doing there.

Maybe I was playing a game of golf.

Give you a little hint, Hilliard.

Just like on them quiz shows.

Three bullets left.

Tell Ralphy we beat

the socks off them!

- Beat it. Get away! All of you!

- Hey, what did I say wrong?

What did I say?

Well, Cindy,

when she was Ralphy's age...

- Ellie!

- Dan...

You remember Miss Swift,

Ralphy's teacher?

Sure I do. How are you, Miss Swift?

I want you to meet...

Johnny, come here!

I met Johnny in a bar.

We had a couple. He's an old friend.

I promised him another.

Will you excuse me?

- There you are!

- She's seen me.

I'll get her out of here.

Make yourself at home!

- Ralphy will be all right tomorrow.

- Pour yourself a real one!

- I'll be right back!

- Thank you, Ralph.

I'd better be going.

Miss Swift dropped by

to see how Ralphy was feeling.

Miss Swift,

that's a nice PTA practice.

- I'll be sure you get full credit.

- For what?

- His week's composition.

- Excuse me, do you mind?

Miss Swift, do you encourage

such drivel as this?

You're in no condition to discuss it.

In that case, I'll read it

in the morning. Have a drink!

- Come on, make it a party!

- I'm very sorry.

- Nice work.

- We gotta stop that dame!

- She didn't recognise you!

- Hilliard took her mind off you.

Had her in a sweat. I gotta hand it

to you, you'd make a great con man.

- What about the old guy?

- He ain't picking up trash.

- Tailed?

- No.

Mr Patterson

saw their car in the garage.

Listen to this! "Dear Miss Swift,

bring help right away.

"There are men in the house

with guns. They are criminals."

Kid's a good speller, Pop.

Crying department's upstairs, lady.

Griffin, it came. Afternoon mail.

Yeah? How could it?

It wasn't mailed till this morning.

- Take it easy.

- You...

It ain't enough. Thanks, anyway.

That's enough for us. Let's blow.

- Tomorrow.

- Why go on taking chances?

If you don't take chances,

you might as well be dead.

That's what you're gonna be,

all of us, if this goes on. Dead!

I'll take the.38 now, Kobish.

I like the feel of it, Griffin.

Clickety-click, don't work it overtime!

Griffin, when you leave here,

if that time ever comes...

- Watch your manners.

- You know I'm gonna call the police.

- You wouldn't do a thing like that.

- What'll you do about it?

- Rip it out.

- There's one next door.

- What's on your mind?

- I know what you're planning.

- You're not taking anyone along.

- Say, that's not a bad idea.

- I never thought of that.

- You thought of it, all the way.

You give us a fair shake,

we'll give you a fair shake.

As soon as the dough gets here,

we'll take you with us. Just you.

- We ain't followed, you walk home.

- That's a deal.

Sure, Pop. A deal's a deal.

In the meantime, don't get ulcers.

I know what's eating you, kid.

We'll take the girl along just for you.

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