The Desperate Hours Page #6

- What's going on?

- Phone?

Round the corner.

Hey, up there! Kobish, upstairs.

You take it, sis.

Hello?

I'm fine, Chuck.

Cindy, I've been thinking...

Can you hear me? I'm in a garage.

I've got to talk to your father.

He doesn't like me,

but Let's get it straightened out.

No! Not tonight, Chuck.

Mother and Dad have company.

They're playing cards.

I don't care. I'm coming over.

You're not playing cards, are you?

No, I...

Come out when I honk the horn.

If you don't, I'll come in.

What's he up to? What does he know?

You ain't going nowhere.

- You heard him.

- We don't want nobody else here.

Shut up a minute!

We've still got two of them.

All we need to get away, ain't it?

- Cindy, you go.

- What do you mean?

Your old lady's

gonna be with us in the car.

Any cops outside, any guns go off,

you'll find her in a ditch.

The brat, too.

- Here you are, Mr Hilliard.

- Thanks, Carl, thanks!

Is that him?

How come he got here so quick?

- Go on!

- No, I'm staying here.

- You're doing nothing of the sort.

- No!

- Did you hear me?!

- No, Mother!

He's getting out of the car.

- Cindy, please!

- No, Mother! I'm not leaving you!

Hello, Cindy... Mrs Hilliard.

- I can't go out.

- Yes, she can.

Stop kidding me!

Goodnight, Mrs Hilliard.

- You're out. Thank God you're safe.

- What do you mean?

- Chuck, what...?

- They're all around the block.

Excuse me, sir. Where are you going?

I'm going home. What's it to you?

We're police officers.

What's your name?

- Walling. Claude Walling.

- Address?

- For God's sake, what's happening?

- Are you Daniel Hilliard?

- I've got to get home.

- Come along with us. Let's be quiet.

They're still in there, sir.

This way, please.

Mr Hilliard, come on upstairs.

- Dan, we didn't know...

- Claude.

- Dad!

- Your mother?

- Ralphy?

- Mr Hilliard.

- Mr Hilliard, is Ralph OK?

- Yeah.

OK, Harris, stand by.

How come you let so much time

get away and did nothing?

Gentlemen, this is Mr Hilliard.

- He was walking back to his house.

- How did I slip up?

You didn't. Young Griffin's dead.

He had your gun.

I'm Masters, sheriff of this county.

I'm taking over.

Did you write this letter?

You know the whole thing.

You can't use these.

You're not telling us

how to do our job?

If you'd come to us,

you wouldn't be in this fix.

- I'd have been in it sooner.

- Nobody's blaming you.

Are they in the house? How many guns?

- One... with three bullets.

- Well, that helps.

- Also my wife and son.

- No one wants innocent people hurt.

Then take your men,

your gun and lights away!

There's been a murder.

- The papers are starting to scream.

- What do I care?

What if they bluff their way out?

You don't want them to kill others.

I don't want them or you

to kill my wife or boy!

- With me, that's first!

- What do you suggest?

I've got several thousand dollars.

Without that, they're not coming out.

- Then we move in.

- Am I supposed to watch it happen?

- It's suicide to go back.

- That fact doesn't enter in!

Let him take the dough in.

What does it matter if you get Griffin now

or when he comes out?

- You'll win your election.

- You're out of it. Don't go back.

The minute you're ready, we move in.

Gentlemen, since this is

a Federal case, it's my decisin.

- Do you want a gun, Mr Hilliard?

- Thanks.

- They search you?

- Yeah.

I want a statement

exonerating my office.

- You'll get it.

- I'll take the gun.

- An empty gun?

- You crazy?

- Maybe, but Griffin doesn't think so.

- That's a pretty long shot.

I don't have any short ones in sight.

They're waiting.

I'll give you ten minutes from

the time you go through that door.

We're playing it your way.

Good luck, sir.

That gentleman's had it.

Man plays with dynamite,

he's gonna get it.

- See that he gets through.

- OK.

- You got the dough?

- Dan?

- Stay with Ralphy!

- No!

Before I'll let you go, I'll scream!

Open your mouth, the old man gets

a slug in the stomach. The dough!

I'll give it to you in the car.

You'll give it right now.

Get your hands up.

Get 'em up!

- I'll take that.

- You'll take what?

You had it all doped out.

- You crossing-crossing...

- Use your fat head!

Without me, you're cooked.

Put this in your pocket.

- Forget your big ideas.

- OK, let's roll.

Clickety-click,

you keep trying to the end.

Ellie, go back in that room!

I'm ready, Griffin.

- This gun wasn't part of our deal.

- Dan, I meant what I said!

- Get in that room!

- Bring the kid on a picnic.

- Lock the door!

- Knock it off.

Didn't I invite the family

to a picnic?

- I can kick down that door.

- I said I was ready.

I heard you. But I'd feel better in

a car with lots of people around me.

Cover this wise guy.

Did you hear that?

You don't want to miss the fun.

Sounded like...

We're gonna be late and

all the ice cream's gonna be ate up!

- What's going on?

- I thought I heard something.

You want me to kick the door down?

Lady, you ain't smart.

- Did you bring coppers here?

- No!

You're lying in your teeth!

Crazy!

- I don't see nothing.

- They might be hiding.

- Could be the police.

- Do as I say and Junior grows up.

You there! Coppers!

We still got the Hilliards!

Dan!

Dan!

- Ralphy!

- Dad!

- Ralphy!

- Dad! Dad!

- He's got Ralphy!

- Go out the back door!

Get over to the Wallings!

Do as I say!

Ralphy's going to be all right.

- Dad, hurry!

- Go ahead!

- Dad!

- You're gonna get me out of this.

- Let go of the boy.

- Fat chance with those cops.

If you want my help,

take your hands off him.

OK.

You move, kid,

I'll blow your head off.

Ralph, I want you to do

exactly what I tell you.

- This man is not going to hurt you.

- You'll find out!

Will you do exactly as I say?

You don't know me

if you think I'm bluffing!

- Run!

- Feel that?

Run!

Go out the back door!

- The boy's coming out!

- Yes, we see him.

- Mr Hilliard, are you all right?

- Yes, stay where you are.

- You ain't got it in you, Pop.

- I got it in me. You put it there!

- What are you waiting for?

- It's not that easy for you.

I want to tell you

about your brother.

He's dead, full of police bullets.

And you did it!

How does it feel? How do you like it?

Go ahead, get it over with.

You can't do it, can you, Pop?

Get out. Get out of my house.

We're waiting for Griffin,

Mr Hilliard.

- Look, Pop...

- Get out!

Let me have this.

Griffin, this is Bard.

Come on out.

Griffin, we're waiting for you!

Come ahead, Griffin.

Mr Hilliard, keep away

from the front of the house.

Raise your hands above your head

and walk into the light.

Raise your hands above your head!

- Dad?

- Yes, Ralph?

Congratulations, Mr Hilliard.

Fine work.

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