The Killers

Ketchup.

What'll it be, gentlemen?

I don't know. What do

you want to eat, Al?

I don't know what I want to eat.

I'll have the roast pork tenderloin with

the applesauce and mashed potatoes.

- That's not ready yet.

- Then what's it on the card for?

Well, that's on the dinner.

You can have that at 6:00.

That clock is ten minutes fast.

The dinner isn't ready yet.

Never mind the clock.

What have you got to eat?

Well, I can give you

any kind of sandwiches,

bacon and eggs, liver and bacon,

ham and eggs, steaks...

I'll take the chicken croquettes

with the cream sauce,

the green peas and

the mashed potatoes.

That's on the dinner too.

Everything we want's on the dinner.

That's the way you work it, huh?

- I can give you ham and eggs, bacon and eggs...

- I'll take ham and eggs.

Give me bacon and eggs.

- One ham and, bacon and.

- Comin' up!

- You got anything to drink?

- I can give you soda, beer, ginger ale...

I said, have you got

anything to drink?

No.

- This is a hot town. What do you call it?

- Brentwood.

Did you ever hear of Brentwood?

What do you do here nights?

They eat their dinner.

They all come here and

eat the big dinner.

- That's right.

- You're a pretty bright boy, aren't you?

- Sure.

- Well, you're not. Is he, Al?

He's dumb.

Hey, you, what's your name?

Adams. Nick Adams.

- Another bright boy.

- The town's full of bright boys.

One ham and, one bacon and.

- Which one is yours?

- Don't you remember, bright boy?

What are you laughing at?

- Nothing.

- You see something funny?

- No.

- Then don't laugh.

All right.

- He thinks it's all right.

- Oh, he's a thinker.

What's the bright boy's

name down the counter?

I forget.

- Hey.

- Yeah?

You go around the other

side of the counter.

- What?

- You heard me.

- What's the idea?

- There isn't any idea.

Better go around, bright boy.

Who's out in the kitchen?

- Only the cook.

- Tell him to come in.

- Say, where do you...

- Use your head!

Tell the cook to come out here.

- Sam.

- Yeah?

Come here.

What was it?

I'm going out to the kitchen

with him and bright boy.

Come on back, you two.

If anybody comes in,

you tell 'em the cook is off.

What's it all about?

Hey, Al, bright boy wants

to know what it's all about.

- Why don't you tell him?

- What do you think it's all about?

- I don't know.

- What do you think?

I wouldn't say.

Hey, Al, bright boy says he wouldn't

say what he thinks it's all about.

Hey, you. Come here.

I'll tell you what's gonna happen.

We're gonna kill the Swede.

You know the big Swede works

over at that filling station?

You mean Pete Lunn?

If that's what he calls himself.

- Comes in every night at 6:00, don't he?

- Yes, if he comes.

We know all about that.

What are you going to kill him for?

What did Pete Lunn ever do to you?

He never had a chance

to do anything to us.

- He never even seen us.

- He's only going to see us once.

What are you going to kill him for?

- We're killing him for a friend.

- Shut up. You talk too much.

I got to keep bright

boy amused, don't I?

What are you going to

do with us afterwards?

That'll depend.

That's one of those things

you never know at the time.

- Hello, George.

- Hello, Fred.

- Can I have supper?

- Sam's out.

He'll be back in about half an hour.

Oh. Well, maybe I

better go up the street.

- Sorry.

- That's all right.

That was nice, bright boy.

You're a regular little gentleman.

Lunn won't be in tonight.

- What makes you think so?

- It's after six.

If he comes, it's always before six.

Hear that, Al? Bright boy says he don't

think the Swede's going to show up.

Sorry, but we're not serving.

- Why not?

- The cook's away. He's sick.

Then why don't you get another cook?

Are you running a lunch

counter or aren't you?

You, bright boy.

That on the level about the

Swede not showin' up tonight?

- Yeah.

- You wouldn't fool us, would you?

When he's not here by

six, he's not coming.

No, he ain't fooling.

He'd know better than to fool.

- Come on, Al.

- What about those two back there?

Bright boy, here.

- They're all right.

- Think so?

Sure.

You got a lot of luck, bright boy.

That's the truth.

You ought to play the races.

Oh, dear.

I'm glad we're all alive.

This never happened

in this town before.

I don't like it. I don't

like any part of it.

It's all right, Sam. They

were going to kill Pete Lunn.

They were going to shoot him

when he came in to dinner.

- The Swede?

- Yes.

I don't get it. Why would

anyone want to kill the Swede?

They've gone over to the station. They'll

probably get his address from the daybook.

Nick.

You work with the Swede.

You better go and tell him.

- I'm going for the cops.

- You better go tell the Swede first.

Swede!

I was over at Henry's. A couple of guys

came in and tied up me and the cook.

They shoved us in the kitchen.

They said they were going to shoot you

when you came in to supper.

George thought I ought

to come over and tell you.

- There's nothing I can do about it.

- I can tell you what they look like.

I don't want to know what

they're like. Thanks for coming.

Don't you want me to

go and see the police?

- No. That wouldn't do any good.

- Isn't there something I could do?

- There ain't anything to do.

- Couldn't you get out of town?

No. I'm through with all

that runnin' around.

Why do they want to kill you?

I did something wrong once.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. That's all right.

Brentwood Police Station.

The chief is busy now.

He'll call you back.

The way I look at it, this killing doesn't

rightly concern Brentwood at all.

What concerns us is protecting the

lives and property of our citizens.

This man Lunn lived here, that's all.

The killers came from out of town,

and they were here looking for Lunn.

They ain't gunning for

anyone else in town.

They made their getaway,

and what happens to 'em from here

on in is up to the state police.

- It's out of our hands.

- This is what I'm looking for.

"Beneficiary:
Mary Ellen Daugherty.

Palms Hotel, Atlantic City." Relative?

Haven't checked yet.

Souvenir, I guess.

Yeah. Could be.

- What do you know about Lunn?

- Not much.

Came here about a year ago.

Lived at a boardinghouse out on

Spruce Street. Mrs. Hirsch's.

Never made any friends, as far as I can

make out. Kept pretty much to himself.

Ma Hirsch says she can't ever

remember him getting any mail even.

Well?

- They weren't any of these guys.

- That's for certain.

These two boys saw the killers. They came

into Henry's Diner looking for Lunn.

Said right out they were gonna

kill him when he came in.

Just happened Nick Adams

was in the place that night.

He and Lunn worked together

at the filling station.

I ought to be getting back on the job. If

you're done with me for now, I'd better go.

- You can go.

- Say, Adams.

What kind of a fellow was the Swede?

It's okay, Nick. Mr. Riordan's

from the insurance company.

Ah, he wasn't a bad sort of fellow.

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