The Killers

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OK, I can lick you.

OK, you think you're such a

big shot, but you're a little nut.

Bang bang, you're dead!

May I help you, please?

May I help you, please?

We're looking for a Jerry Nichols.

- Does he work here?

- Oh, yes, indeed.

Where is he?

Well, I... I'm afraid you won't

be able to see him now.

He'll be in class another, uh...

...hour and a half.

I'm sorry, lady. We don't have

the time. Where is he?

Well, I... I told you,

he's teaching his class...

Where is he, lady?

He... He's up... upstairs.

Now you just sit there,

relax, take a little nap.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Do you understand?

Shh.

Good morning.

Miss Watson?

May I help you?

"...In a little grey

house made of logs.

- "The great, dark trees of the woods...

- Jerry Nichols?

Just down that corridor,

the last door on the right.

Stood all around the house,

and beyond them were other trees."

All right. Now, since each spark plug...

Oh, excuse me, fellows.

Uh, Eddie, you wanna take this?

Feel the points here

in this distributor cap...

and then pass it on

to all you geniuses.

- Hello? This is Mr Nichols.

- Mr Nichols?

Two men are coming after you. Miss

Watson thinks they're gonna kill you.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

You don't understand, Mr Nichols...

Should I call the police?

Try to get help?

No. No, don't bother.

It's all right. I... I know them.

Mr Nichols!

I know them.

Class is dismissed.

I said, class is dismissed!

Jerry Nichols?

Stop pushing, man!

Get out of here!

Porter.

- One scotch and water.

- Scotch over there.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

One carrot juice.

It's the eyes. It's good for the eyes.

Yeah, you can see better.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

OK, Charlie.

Charlie, ever since we got on this

train, you've been like a dummy.

- What?

- OK.

OK, OK, OK.

You know, Lee,

I've hit a few guys in my time.

True.

Now, if they had a chance,

they always ran.

But he just stood

there and took it.

First thing you told me was

never to think about a job, Charlie.

Another thing:
I recognized him

the minute I saw him.

Well, he was a hotshot race driver

named Johnny North.

Everybody knew him. So what?

Only thing that counts is

we're 25,000 ahead of the game.

Yeah, that's another thing:

25,000 for a simple hit.

We walk in.

We put him down. We walk out.

- That's a lot of money for a simple hit.

- Not for me it isn't.

And he knew we were coming.

That dame must've gotten to a phone,

'cause he was tipped off.

But he just stood there.

That's one.

Twenty-five thousand

for a simple hit.

I never got more than ten

in my life. That's two.

Now, I happen to know that Johnny North

was in on a big mail robbery in California.

Supposed to have gotten away

with over a million bucks,

left the other guys

holding the bag.

So we get a contract

to knock him off. OK?

What happened to the million?

He spent it.

Nobody spends a million.

No, he didn't have the money.

Otherwise, we would've leaned on him.

Makes sense.

I'll tell you something else

that makes more sense.

Whoever laid this contract wasn't

worried about the million dollars.

And the only people that don't worry

about a million dollars

are the people that

have a million dollars.

Only we don't know

who hired us for the job.

So... maybe we find out.

I don't know, Charlie.

We did the job, we got paid.

Lee, you're 27 years old.

You got muscles and great brains.

You'll go a long way in this business.

But I'm getting old, my hair is turning

grey, and I'm tired of running.

Now, if I had a half a million bucks,

I wouldn't have to run.

Charlie, didn't you say North

had a partner down in Miami?

Yeah. It's funny. I was thinking

of spending a few days down there.

We could change trains in Chicago.

- I always liked Miami.

- Yeah, it's a nice place.

Just give me a few minutes,

will you?

Hey, get outta there.

- We want to talk.

- Well, you'll have to wait.

I'm sorry, uh...

We don't have the time.

What's the pitch?

- North.

- Johnny.

- What's the deal?

- He wants a deal.

No deal.

Now you guys get out...

It won't hurt you to be polite.

Why don't you step in here?

- All right, where is it?

- Where is what?

Where do you keep it?

Here.

- Have a drink.

- It'll loosen you up.

I don't know where Johnny is,

what trouble he got into...

He's dead.

- He's dead?

- All the way.

- When?

- A few days ago.

Now what about Johnny North?

- I don't wanna talk about him now.

- Well, we do.

What do you wanna know?

Everything you know.

You were his mechanic.

His partner, 50-50 down the line.

But you split up?

Everybody splits sooner or later.

- When?

- When he couldn't race anymore.

- Why couldn't he race anymore?

- He was in a smash-up.

When was that?

Four years ago, September.

What kind of a guy was he?

I don't know.

I thought I did. He just suddenly

went out of his head.

How out of his head?

He was the best natural driver I ever

saw, and he couldn't handle a...

a situation.

Who were his friends?

You're looking at him.

What was it he couldn't handle?

Dames. The kind that

hang around the pits.

Dames or a dame?

- It just takes one.

- This one?

- Hmm?

- Yeah, that's her.

- What's her name?

- Sheila Farr, "the wrecker".

Where can we find her?

- I don't know. Turn over a rock.

- You don't like her?

I've seen a thousand of 'em.

Gotta be where the money is.

Anyone that can handle the wear

and tear on her mink coat...

Mmm, nice-looking chick here.

A lot of people thought so.

Big operators. I had eyes.

Think I could get that

through to Johnny?

How long did he know her?

He'd met her just

before the accident.

Exactly how long?

I don't know exactly how long.

Leave me alone, will you?

Sylvester, unless you want

to renew your partnership

with the late Johnny North,

I suggest you tell us everything

and anything we want to know.

How did he meet her?

It was out in California.

The big race.

We had a good chance.

Johnny was hot, the iron was hot.

I was clocking him.

Isn't it a handicap making him

drive with his brakes on?

Are you kidding? That was great time.

A minute 38 flat.

He'll have to do

a lot better than that.

- Well?

- The floats still need adjusting.

- The engine's burbling in the corners.

- I'll take a look at her.

- How'd she do?

- Just great. One minute 38 flat.

Hey, that's not bad, you know.

That's not bad...

- That's not bad at all.

- You'll like that one.

She thinks you oughta be entered

in a six-day bike race.

- Is that what the lady says?

- That's what the lady says.

Ma'am, you dig fast cars?

Haven't seen any lately, Johnny.

- Oh, you know me?

- I saw you win at Orlando.

You don't think I'm gonna win here.

I can't say I'm too impressed.

- Do you have a name?

- Sheila Farr.

Pretty cool, aren't you, Miss Farr?

Only when there's nothing

to be excited about.

Er, have you ever

been in one of these?

Nope.

- Think you'd have the guts to?

- Sure.

Earl, lock her up.

You've never ridden in one of these?

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