The Desperate Hours Page #5

Is that a fair shake?

Did guys like Hilliard

ever give you a fair shake?

- I'll take the automatic now.

- Get Kobish's.

I'm hanging on to this one.

- Two burgers, no onions.

- Two burgers, no onions!

The main roads are covered.

It'll be dark in half an hour.

I want this area combed. Every one

of the trashman's customers.

- There ain't gonna be no shooting?

- No. Just get us coffee later.

Report anything unusual,

especially the garages.

- That's police talk!

- This just came in.

A bellhop's given six descriptions

of the man he delivered it for.

We know only

that the man was wearing clothes.

"Innocent people will be in the house

or automobile with the fugitives you want.

"If you shoot, you'll be responsible

for the lives of innocent people.

"To trace this letter

will endanger those people."

- No signature.

- Now we know.

- It's a blind.

- That letter's no blind.

The idiot.

You can't play ball with savages.

- Let's get moving.

- What you gonna do?

Follow your instructions,

knock on a few doors.

- I'm countermanding those orders.

- You can't put off a showdown!

Nobody wants one more than me,

but we can't get a family massacred.

Listen, you young punk, pity is

a luxury your badge doesn't afford!

Is it any wonder the guy doesn't sign

his name or trust the police to help?

- What do you propose, Jesse?

- Get the prowl cars off the streets.

Tom and me will cruise around.

They'll slip out.

There's plenty of alleys.

- Block 'em all!

- It's too big an area!

If they slip through,

your name is mud! Yours too!

Get some equipment moved in here.

Take my car. It's not marked.

Get riot guns and tear gas.

- Wait a minute, Cindy.

- Please, Chuck!

Stay away from here.

I don't want to see you any more.

- Cindy, didn't I tell you...?

- I couldn't help it, Dad.

Clickety-clickety-click.

You only got one trouble.

You don't know when you're licked.

Hal! The spitfire

had to come back to you.

You didn't blab to the boyfriend,

did you?

- Chuck knows nothing.

- Then, why's he still sitting there?

Back on that window.

If you pulled a fast one...

Chuck doesn't know anything.

- Kobish!

- Hey, Glenn! Here he comes again.

Kobish!

This can't go on. First the old man,

then the teacher, now this guy.

Somebody's gonna get wise.

I'm not sticking any longer.

- Kobish, watch 'em!

- All right, beat it.

- I'm getting out.

- Don't lose your head.

I'm not going to the chair

'cause that ape got trigger-happy!

- The dough will come in the morning.

- What good is it in the death house?

That gal's got you all messed up.

If you want something, take it!

- He knows it's not that simple.

- You stay out of this!

- Hal gets what he wants.

- I doubt it. I doubt if I ever will.

- You'll be back in stir in under an hour!

- I can take care of myself!

- Since when?

- Since right now!

- I don't advise your leaving now.

- They won't catch me.

- Come along, Glenn.

- You ain't gonna take no car.

- I'll take the girl's coup

- They'll trace it in ten minutes.

Yeah... OK, Mr Hilliard.

I can pick up a car anywhere.

- You're gonna listen to me...

- You're not stopping me!

Who's stopping you?

You got more guts than I thought, kid.

Here, take this.

- I got more coming.

- Thanks, Glenn.

Take care of yourself. No chances.

You get in any trouble,

you know where I'll be.

- Be careful, Hal.

- OK, Glenn.

I mean it, see?

What are you gaping at?!

- You better get hold of yourself.

- I got hold.

- You got yours coming! All of you!

- Why'd you let him go?

Good riddance.

He was getting on my nerves.

- Satisfied?

- Listen...

Shut up, Mr Hilliard!

"Mr", he called you!

- You can't turn this on us.

- I got my guts full of you!

Smart-eyed, respectable suckers!

We seen 'em sitting on parole boards!

"Throw him in the cell! He ain't fit

to live with decent folk!" Decent?!

We bring you a bulletin

from the WTLI newsroom.

We have an unconfirmed report

that the combined police agencies

are searching for

the three escaped convicts

just north of the city limits

of Indianapolis.

Glenn! I gotta phone.

- What are you gonna do?

- Shut up.

Stop the car.

- I got a wife and kids!

- Stop the car!

All right. Now get out. Get out!

Two cups of java

and some change, please.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey, Nick!

Glenn!

Take it, Hilliard.

Hello? Yes.

This is Carl at the store. That

special-delivery letter just came.

- There's nobody to bring it to you.

- Tell him you'll pick it up.

I'll be down right away. Thanks.

OK, snap it up.

Go to Ralphy.

The money's here.

I told the night watchman to call me.

I'll be back right away.

Ellie, when they leave,

I'll have to go along.

Only me, just to make sure

they get out of town.

- No, I won't let you go!

- Listen!

Wait four hours. If you don't hear

from me, call the police.

- Dan...

- Snap it up up there!

Ellie, it's the only way!

- He hates you. He'll kill you.

- That dough's waiting!

We're not saved

if anything happens to you!

That's the way it is, that's all.

You do as I say.

Hilliard, come on!

- Go in to your mother.

- Dad, come here.

Go ahead.

- What is it?

- When they take you, I'm going too.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

You'll do what I tell you. I've had

all I'm going to take, young man!

Hurry up!

- Grab a taxi. Don't bring it back.

- Remember our deal!

- On your way!

- I'll be 45 minutes.

- Step on it.

- Get going.

- Go ahead.

- Two soups, take 'em away!

What is this?

- What's your business?

- Attorney. What is this?

I'm in a hurry. What are you doing

cruising round here?

- Is it against the law?

- Don't get fresh.

You got no warrant, no charges.

I don't bully.

- You fronting for those rats?

- What rats?

Don't you read the papers?

They're up here, see?

Holed up in one of those houses.

What's up?

- Nothing.

- You suspect something.

- No.

- You look like I just kicked you.

It's just a shock, that's all.

My girl lives round here.

Where? Where? Name, address!

I don't know what I'd do in your

shoes, but I'm gonna get that name.

- Now spit it out!

- You can't hold me.

I can if you don't co-operate. Aiding

and abetting, accessory to murder!

- Carson speaking.

- They killed a man.

That's the scum you let your girl

spend the evening with. Talk... fast!

- Make me.

- I can.

Hold it, will you? Yeah, spell it.

H-I-L-L-I-A-R-D.

D as in David. Hilliard. Got it.

- What happened?

- State police killed Hal Griffin.

He was carrying a gun registered

in the name of Daniel C Hilliard.

Daniel C... Hilliard.

We got it! One son, aged nine.

- Daughter, 19, Cynthia.

- I don't know her.

Then, you got nothing to worry about.

Alert everybody. We're moving in.

Throw a cordon round this house.

Let no one in or out of the block.

If I get inside with a gun...

Don't get any ideas.

We can't let anything go haywire.

- What can I do?

- Say a prayer.

But nothing else, you hear? Nothing!

Poached two and an order of bacon!

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