The Killers Page #5

movin' in there tight.

'Pulling in there again,

the preacher comes on.

'And it's Baker coming down.

Baker is signalling...'

I should've stayed

in the hotel and slept.

Fresh air'll do ya good, Mickey.

You look a little peaked.

- I'll be right back.

- That'll be nice.

You know, Jack, I know

you got a real thing about her,

but there ain't a dame alive

that can drag me to a mess like this.

- She likes races.

- So do I!

But, I mean, horses.

A daily double.

Mickey, you should learn to enjoy

the simple things in life.

There are two kinds of kooks -

the ones that race these wrecks

and the ones that watch 'em.

'Take those cars off the track.

Let's get ready for the next event.

'Come on. Let's get it on the road

down there, you stewards.

'Get busy. You boys in the pits,

warm those cars up. Get 'em outta there.'

'All right. Come on, now.

'Line up. Remember, once you get

in there, stop your engines.

'Ladies and gentlemen, give

these drivers a round of applause.'

Hello, Johnny.

You could say hello.

Are you surprised to see me?

I didn't think you'd enjoy

this sort of thing.

I don't, but I heard you were here.

Johnny, you're too good

for this... this show.

Then get away from me

and you won't see me.

How's your friend Browning?

He's a friend.

'The Disaster Derby.'

That's me.

Is there some place

I can get in touch with you?

Slim's Garage down the

road knows where I'll be.

There's something coming up.

May be a spot for a good driver.

Oh... I'm always interested

in a good job.

- Then I'll call you.

- Fine.

Better luck this time.

Here comes George.

OK, start timing.

He sees the sign.

Waits.

Backs up.

Now he turns into this road.

Let him get outta sight.

Give him five seconds.

Then Mickey and I jump out,

grab the detour sign, cut this road off.

That'll take maybe a minute, all told.

The mail truck takes three minutes

to get to where George

and the other car will be.

That means we've gotta

get back there in close to two.

That's a tough road

to make in two minutes.

- I think I can handle it.

- Then you better get started.

What's the matter with you, George?

I told you to keep it at 25 all the way.

- That's where I kept it.

- Hey, Jack.

If we can't catch up with that truck and

pass him by the time he gets this far,

we're in real trouble.

- What was my time?

- Just a whole minute behind schedule.

You've got to face it, Jack. You're not

driver enough. What we need is a pro.

Anyone in mind?

- Johnny North, for instance?

- He could do it.

What's more, he could hop the car up and

easily pass the truck before we get here.

She's got a good point there, Jack.

Are you sure you're just thinking

of the success of the job?

That's all I'm thinking about.

Talk to him.

If you can get him in with his eyes open

and his mouth shut, I'll meet with him.

Yeah?

Hi.

Oh.

Is that all I get after all the

trouble I had running you down?

If I knew you were coming,

I would've set fire to the place.

Why didn't you return my calls?

- Oh. Did you call?

- You know I did. Five times.

And don't tell me you didn't get

my messages. I know better.

I'm glad to see you.

I'm sorry you came.

I've missed you.

- What do you want?

- A guy.

The same guy I wanted

the first time I saw you.

That guy is dead.

That guy was so in love with you

he couldn't see straight.

You're somebody else's girl now,

or didn't he tell you that?

You didn't tell me. All right, so I

like nice things, expensive things.

- Doesn't everybody? I can do without.

- Yeah, sure, sure you can.

I'm doing without you,

and I don't like it.

Johnny, am I worth anything?

I always thought I was

when I was with you.

You said you had a job for me.

As far as you're concerned,

that's all I'm interested in.

Strictly business?

That's right. Strictly business.

Would you drive?

It's dangerous.

Now I don't understand that.

Would $100,000 make you understand?

- What are you mixed up in?

- I'm mixed up in you.

Drive one more time. One more race.

If you win, you win $100,000.

Who do I race?

The police.

Some people I know need

the best driver in the world.

Johnny,

don't send me away.

I want you to mean this.

I've always meant it.

I want you.

I'll fill you in on all the details

if you can handle this job.

Until I'm sure,

you don't get word one.

- That way, nobody gets hurt.

- Suits me.

The actual truck keeps

a 25-mile speed all the time.

I don't know whether

it can keep it up on this side road.

Truck'll corner better

than most passenger cars.

I'll tell you when to go.

We wait a few seconds.

- Why?

- Don't ask questions.

If you're as hot a driver

as Sheila says you are,

you'll find out soon enough.

OK, Flash, show me what you can do.

A minute and 32 seconds.

All right. If you want in, you're in.

But you're in all the way, understand?

You can push a car, I'll say that.

She handles like a barge.

Let me nail down the shocks,

work the box over,

and I'll cut another 15

seconds off the time.

You can start right away.

I'll fill you in tonight.

Here comes George.

- Think he knows what he's doin' there?

- He'd better.

Come on, you...

- Hi.

- Where's Jack?

My, Mickey, aren't you the worrier?

What d'you say, old pal, old buddy?

Hi.

- How's it coming?

- We'll win the race.

I believe it.

You look great.

You look familiar.

Johnny.

Can I see you for a minute?

Now, take it easy, Johnny.

Jack's funny about things he owns.

- So am I.

- Just a word to the wise, kid.

- You know what I mean?

- Yeah, sure. I know what you mean. Sure.

All right, we'll go over it

one more time.

Are you sure you can concentrate

on dry business details, Mr North?

Oh, we've gone over this before.

And we'll go over it again...

and again.

North and I wait here

in the car in uniform.

At 10:
43, we place

the detour signs here.

The mail truck'll be along at 10:45,

give or take a minute.

As soon as it's outta sight,

we move the signs from here to here,

cutting off the country road.

Mickey?

Er, at exactly 10:46, George

and me fake an accident here.

When we get there,

we block the northbound lane

so the mail truck can't pass.

They see an accident, the police car,

they stop and we grab them.

- What happens to the drivers?

- I approve of larceny.

Homicide is against my principles.

Keep that in mind, Mickey.

We'll wrap 'em up

safe and sound, Jack. Don't worry.

Just be sure.

We transfer the registered sacks

to my car. North and I take off.

How do we know how much

money'll be in the truck?

We don't, exactly.

The truck picks up the weekend receipts

from the resorts up the coast.

It averages over a million. The whole job

shouldn't take more than two minutes.

Then we drive the truck

and the drivers into the woods...

and get rid of all

the fingerprints.

Then we meet at Curley's

in Ridgeview on Friday.

OK. How's your end of it going?

Fine, fine.

She'll do what I want her to.

I'm talking about the car.

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