The Killers Page #7

- You're nervous. You're all in a sweat.

You keep your mouth shut if

you don't want it slapped shut.

- You been askin' for it lately.

- Hey!

- Any objections?

- Yeah!

Keep out of this, Swede.

She's his girl.

Mind your own business, Swede.

I can take care of myself.

You touch me and you

won't live till morning.

Come on, Swede, play a few hands.

Move over.

- Deal 'em.

- Deal me out.

- Three cards.

- Same.

One for the dealer. $ 150.

I fold.

Up you $100.

- Up you $200.

- Up you $200.

- I'll look.

- Two pair. Aces and sevens.

Tough. Full house.

Eights over deuces.

Reach for that and I'll

kick your brains out.

What did he hit him for?

I don't get it.

Nobody can cheat me

and get away with it.

Didn't you think he had 'em?

He oughta showed me his cards

before reaching for the pot.

If it wasn't for tomorrow,

I'd be for giving you the works.

- He should've turned his cards over.

- Yeah.

The job comes first,

but afterwards,

we'll have business together.

Anytime you say.

Hello. Yeah.

Yeah, this is him.

Uh-huh. What are they?

Uh-huh. Okay.

The cars are waiting at the garages.

Everything is okay.

- We may as well get goin' then.

- See you in the morning.

Yeah. You too, Swede.

He shouldn't have hit you.

You had 'em just like you said.

He shouldn't have hit you.

He shouldn't have hit you.

Beats me. I don't know

what keeps him going.

Will he be able to talk anymore?

He's dead now, except he's breathing.

Well, guess I'll have to hunt up

my old friend, Kitty Collins.

We've got nothing on her.

This isn't evidence.

Don't I know it?

Swell chance of ever getting...

the ravings of a delirious

man admitted as testimony.

Here's something, Lieutenant.

Hmm. A newspaper story

of the Swede's murder...

- and a bus ticket to Brentwood.

- They were in his pants pocket.

Step on it. Can't you get any

more out of it than this?

Looks like a good clean getaway.

It's too bad you had to

shoot that guy at the gate.

The robbery's over.

This is the getaway.

Did it look like 200 G's to you?

Most money I ever saw all at once.

Wonder if the others are playing

on the same luck we are.

They should be.

They got away before we did.

I guess the Swede made it all right.

I seen him runnin' for his heap and

nobody was between him and it.

Sure, he got away.

Keep your eyes peeled for Polk Road.

It's a left turn there. Yeah.

A left on Polk Road.

We oughta be there in

another five minutes.

Hello, farmer.

- Others here yet?

- I'm in here.

Hey!

- Everything go okay?

- Yeah.

Definitely.

Oh, boy.

And they aren't marked, either.

No use standin' around lookin'

at it. Let's start countin'.

Stand back, you.

All right, heist 'em!

Turn around. You, drop that gun.

Up against the wall.

Put your hands up. Higher!

Swell idea you guys had.

Leavin' me holdin' the bag at the Halfway

House while you split up the dough, huh?

I'll betcha it handed you a laugh.

The Halfway House burnt down

last night. That's why we came here.

- Somebody oughta have let me know.

- You were told. You're here.

Next time, play it straight.

I'll be seein' ya, Swede.

There goes a quarter of a million dollars!

A quarter of a million.

A quarter of a million.

It took him six years to find out

where the Swede was hiding.

- And then it was too late.

- Yeah.

I wonder what he and the Swede'll

have to say to each other now.

At least we know why Blinky

was on his way to Brentwood.

A quarter of a million

makes pretty good bait.

I wonder which other one of the gang

knocked him off to beat him to the punch.

Hmm. The Swede's room in

Brentwood should answer that.

Officer.

What is it?

- Got any rooms?

- Just one.

- Can I see it?

- This way. Upstairs.

Just got in town.

Fella runs the lunchroom down the

street said you had a roomer here.

Name of Lunn, somethin' like that.

Said he died. Thought the

room might still be empty.

It still is empty. This is it.

It'll do.

- Nine dollars a week, in advance.

- Okay.

The bathroom's down the hall,

the last room on the right.

Here's your money. I'll let

you know if I want anything.

All right.

Is that the man?

I'll go call the police.

Find anything?

Better put your hands up.

- What are you after?

- Same thing you are.

The money from the

Prentiss Hat caper.

- Where do you come in?

- I know about it. That's enough.

- How do you know about it?

- Blinky Franklin told me.

- Blinky's dead.

- I know. Sit over there.

- Is this a pinch?

- I'm not a cop.

Then what do you want from me?

You don't know what the

Swede did with the money...

or you wouldn't be here

tearing his room to pieces.

But maybe you do know things that,

put together with the things I know,

will tell me where the money is.

And the way things stand, I think

you'd better answer my questions.

What do you wanna know?

Why did you meet at the

farmer's after the robbery...

instead of the Halfway

House as you'd planned?

Well?

That caper was a long time ago.

Come on, Dum-dum. You remember.

Halfway House burned down

the night before the caper.

Uh-huh. And who picked the farmer's?

Mister, you wanna know too much.

Dum-dum,

Blinky was killed with your special

kind of a bullet out of a.45.

- A gun just like this.

- You makin' a deal?

I can't see you've anything

to lose either way.

Who picked the farmer's?

- Who do you think?

- I'm asking, you're answering.

Colfax.

That wouldn't be Big Jim, would it?

When did you get the news of the

Halfway House burning down?

We'd all split up by then.

We weren't gonna meet until

next mornin' at the factory.

Colfax knew where we all were.

He sent us word about the change.

Who by? Kitty?

What time?

She got to my hideout

around midnight.

At the farmer's when the

Swede stuck you guys up,

he claimed he hadn't been

told about the switch.

How else would he have known

to come to the farmer's?

Did you kill the Swede?

Not me. I never could find him.

I didn't know where he was at until I

read in the papers about his gettin' it.

- Who did kill him?

- You got me.

It wasn't Blinky and me.

We were after the money.

Would we knock off the one guy

could tell us where it was?

And you killed Blinky so he

couldn't get here ahead of you.

Aw, I'd have split with him.

I didn't want him to come here.

He might of got picked up.

Those kind of guys'll blab

anything if you work on 'em right.

Uh, okay if I smoke?

Yeah.

By the way, what's

become of Kitty Collins?

Kitty?

Let me see now.

Last I heard of Kitty...

Okay, mister. Now it's your

turn to answer the questions.

Why'd you wanna know about Kitty?

Come on! Now I'm askin',

you're answering.

I think she knows where the money is.

- How do you figure?

- The Swede and some girl...

checked into an Atlantic City

hotel the night of the holdup.

Two days later,

the girl took a powder.

I've got an idea the

dough went with her.

What makes you think it was Kitty?

She was Colfax's girl.

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