The Killers Page #4

I... I talked to the docs.

Everything's knittin' fine.

What about the eyes?

The eyes?

Didn't they tell you anything?

No.

Your eyes are OK.

Thanks, Doc, but my left

eye hurts. How bad is it?

They gave me some double-talk about

peripheral vision, depth perception.

You know, the insurance jazz.

Bad enough to cause me trouble?

Could be. So what?

So you just don't

drive in competition.

- I'm a driver.

- I know, Johnny. The best.

I used to be too,

till I tried to shove my foot through

an engine block when I piled up.

It happens to most of us, Johnny.

You knew that when you got started.

One thing you gotta remember .:

Half the shop is yours.

We're gonna build the hottest irons

in the world. Between the two of us...

Between the two of us.

Has she been here, Earl?

You're sure a glutton

for punishment, aren't you?

- Have you seen her?

- I've seen her.

I figured I would've

heard from her.

Some people, they just

can't stand hospitals.

You know that?

I'll tell you what I know,

and you might as well

know it too, right now.

She don't belong to you, Johnny.

She never did.

There's a guy named Jack Browning.

What kind of a guy?

A guy that's got it made.

Pays all the bills.

He just snaps his fingers

and she comes running.

- You're a liar! You're a liar, Earl!

- Take it easy.

Johnny, I checked it out.

I talked to him.

In Mexico, it was a bullfighter.

In New York, a boxer.

In California,

a racer named Johnny North.

But she always goes back to him.

You just gotta get it

through your head, kid.

You were for kicks. That's all.

I'm sorry, Johnny.

- Maybe I'm different.

- All right, Sheila liked you.

How well is she gonna like you

when she sees you

with a pound of grease in your hair

workin' on somebody else's car?

- Get outta here, Earl.

- Johnny, it ain't the end of the world.

Earl, get outta here, will you?

Hi, Johnny.

You know, they wouldn't

let me in to see you.

Yeah, sure, sure.

What are you wearing today?

Mink? Beaver, maybe?

Hey, what's the matter?

Just take a good look.

This is what a loser looks like.

I don't care what you look like.

You don't, huh?

You want the other guy to sign the cheques.

You keep me around for kicks.

Maybe I could be your chauffeur.

You know what they say about fancy

dames and their chauffeurs, don't you?

Johnny, I know how you must feel.

I feel great. I feel smart.

I had to get my eyes boiled

before I could see. I'm not a toy!

I don't wanna be

just something to do...

until something better comes along.

What has he been telling you?

Who? Earl?

Earl never tells me anything,

except about boxers

and bullfighters.

Maybe next time

it'll be a football player.

This Browning of yours must be

a very understanding man.

Johnny, I never lied to you.

What difference does it make whether

you lied to me or you didn't?

As long as Old Faithful

is there with his cheque book.

As long as you could

get your kicks.

What do you think I am?

You don't know? Then ask Browning.

He oughta know.

He's paying for it.

Oh, man.

I never saw him again.

I heard things.

He never had a prayer

passin' his physicals.

So he bootlegged a couple of races

under another name,

and they caught him.

I heard he worked the pits

and cheap county fairs.

Then I didn't hear anything...

till today.

Is that all?

You said Johnny was dead.

How'd he die?

Johnny North choked to death

on one question... too many.

- You got to eat, Charlie.

- Thank you.

You know how many proteins

you oughta have every day?

Not starch. Proteins, I mean.

Do you know how many?

So we didn't find out anything.

We're in Florida here, aren't we?

Right here.

Well, maybe... maybe Pete'll call.

It's a long shot. But I used

to know Mickey Farmer.

No, I think we dead-ended, Lee.

Here, do you want my steak?

It's a fine steak.

Fine. We come 1,000

miles for a fine steak.

- It's a fine steak.

- Fine.

Excuse me, Mr Strom.

I have a call for you.

All right. Hello?

Yeah. Yeah, Pete.

Yeah, that's the one.

Oh, good. Good.

No, no. I just thought

it was the same Farmer.

OK, buddy boy. Thanks.

Mickey's running a gymnasium

up in New Orleans.

Charlie, if he was in

on a million-dollar job,

he might give us some

trouble, you know.

He knows me.

I had to lean on him once.

You know 'em all, don't you?

You never know 'em all.

Hey, I bet you'd eat everything

in the place. Give me my steak back.

Charlie, there's only a slim chance North

could tie in with him. You know that.

- Slim chance or no, we're gonna find out.

- For a million bucks.

No, it's not only the money.

Maybe we got that

and maybe we don't.

But I gotta find out

what makes a man decide not to run.

Why all of a sudden

he'd rather die.

Inhale down.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Now do that for about ten counts.

Boy, you sure don't need that.

Well, gentlemen, thinking

of getting yourself in shape?

You certainly came

to the right place.

Now, take you, sir.

You look a little anaemic.

A couple of months of

regular exercise...

and you'll be in great condition.

- You talk a lot, don't you?

- Mickey Farmer.

Oh, excuse me, gentlemen,

but this is a hustling business.

Mr Farmer's in there,

taking a steam.

A couple of gentlemen

to see you, Mr Farmer.

What's the matter? They can't wait?

- All right, muscles, back to work.

- Hello, Mickey.

- What d'ya say, Charlie? Long time no see.

- Yeah.

- I'm just gettin' outta here in...

- Sit right there.

Just relax.

We wanna talk to you.

- Is this the control for that thing?

- Yeah. Why?

We ran over an old friend of yours.

Johnny North.

North? Friend of mine?

Johnny North. He used to drive.

Oh, yeah, yeah. That North.

I seem to remember him now.

- I think I met him once.

- That's funny.

We heard he got away

with a big bundle,

and we thought maybe some

of it belonged to you.

- Did you find it?

- Did you lose it?

We wanna know all

about the big job.

If you don't wanna lose a lot

of weight in a hurry, you better...

Fellas, hey. Come on, huh? Please?

Please.

- Please!

- You were in on the big job.

Who else?

Well, there was... There was me

and there was... Jack Browning and...

George Flemming and...

Johnny North.

- How'd North figure?

- Hey, look.

I worked hard on that job, you know.

If I tell you everything...

Mickey,

you will tell us everything.

Well, Jack... Jack's dame

wanted him to take her to the...

to the track, you know, where these old

heaps just bat each other around.

'Baker's in front with

number 32, Farnsworth, running second.

'Hanson is third. And coming up fast

on the outside it's the preacher!

'The preacher is hotter than

a baker's oven, comin' in real hot.

'Now into the turn... the first turn...

the preacher goes high and wide.

'Hold on and... Whoa, Nellie!

'Up to the wall and off,

and the preacher's still in fourth place.

'Baker again in the chute. Driving

hard on the outside is Farnsworth.

'Coming into that wing,

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