The Killing Page #7

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Yeah, I guess I will.

Ruthie, things are gonna

get much better for us.

I know. I know, dear.

I know I've made a lot of promises in the past,

but this time it's not just talk.

We're gonna be rich, and soon.

You're gonna have a fine house

and doctors that'll make you well again.

Of course, dear. But you'd better

go along, Mike, or you'll be late.

Yeah.

- Oh, Mike?

- Yes?

On your way home tonight,

would you bring me some magazines?

Of course.

But, uh, Ruthie,

I'm going to be a little late.

Probably about 10:00. Some of the fellas

and me are having a little get-together.

I understand.

Don't you drink

too much beer, Mike.

Remember how

it always leaves you the next day.

Don't worry about that.

I won't be doing any drinking tonight.

I called Mother. She'll be over

this afternoon to fix your dinner.

Thank you, dear.

Good-bye.

Don't forget to eat your breakfast.

He reached the bus station at 11:29.

At 12:
10, as it was his custom,

he arrived at the track.

Well, what do we got here?

Who's the girlfriend, Mike?

That's how you spend your money -

blowing your money on dames.

An old man like you

that oughta know better.

I ain't like you guys.

These posies are for my wife.

Besides, where do you guys get off

calling me an old man?

Why don't you buy your flowers

after you get through work, Mike?

Liable to wilt on you

before you get home.

Well, it can't be helped.

After work

the shops will all be closed.

Why don't you take 'em out

and put 'em in some water?

Or probably the clubhouse steward

would put 'em in the refrigerator for you.

- Why don't you do that?

- Well, perhaps I should.

But, well, it's getting

kinda late now, and -

- I'm all dressed. Why don't I do it for you?

- No.

What's the matter, Mike?

I was just trying to do you a favor.

These flowers are going in my locker.

Then I'll know where they are.

Okay, Mike. Suit yourself.

I'm sorry, Bill.

I appreciate your offer.

But after work you know how it is.

Everybody will be in a hurry

to get away, and -

Hi.

...is third, and Comfort King.

It is My Baby leading by a length.

Concentrator is second

by three quarters of a length.

Second Ending, moving up fast now

on the outside, is third, and Comfort King.

It is My Baby, Concentrator

and Second Ending.

It is Second Ending,

Concentrator and Comfort King.

It is Second Ending in front.

Down to the wire it's Second Ending,

the winner by a half a length!

Concentrator second by two,

Comfort King third, and My Baby.

The result of the first race

now appears on the totalizator board.

Be sure to hold all tickets

until the result of the race is declared official.

After the first race, Mike was very busy.

Gimme a double bourbon, please.

Don't you think

you've had enough, pal?

Your attention, please.

The horses are now on the track

for the second race at six furlongs.

At exactly 3:
32 that same afternoon...

Officer Randy Kennan set in motion

his phase of the operation.

Hello, Fred. This is Randy.

Listen, pal, will you check

with the dispatcher's office...

and see if they've been getting me

loud and clear?

I think my set's

a little on the blink.

Sure.

Huh? What?

He says it's okay?

Well, that's funny.

It keeps going dead.

No, I don't think it's one of the tubes.

I'll keep fooling around with it.

Give my regards to your missus. By the way,

when's the big day supposed to be?

Well, don't worry about it.

The sixth one is always the hardest.

Officer!

Oh, thank heaven. Hurry! Come quick!

They're killing each other!

I always knew they'd -

He had timed the trip to the track

on half a dozen different occasions...

and he knew atjust what point he should be

at precisely what time.

He knew the entire success of the plan

depended on his accuracy...

in arriving at the track

at exactly the correct moment.

A minute or two early was allowable,

but 10 seconds late would be fatal.

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.

The horses are now on the track

for the seventh race.

The $100,000-added

Lansdowne Stakes at one mile.

They're off and running.

At the start it is Red Lightning

breaking on top.

Early Streak is second,

I'm Hoping is third, White Fire is fourth -

Earlier that afternoon at 2:30...

Maurice was at the chess club.

He was to be at the track in position at 4:00,

just before the start of the seventh race.

Fisher, I am supposed to be back here

tonight about 6:
30.

If I'm not, I'd like you

to do something for me.

Sure, Maurice. What is it?

I'd like you to call this number

and ask for Mr. Stillman...

and tell him

Maurice requires his services.

Sounds pretty mysterious.

What's it all about?

There are some things, my dear Fisher,

which do not bear much looking into.

You have undoubtedly heard

of the Siberian goat herder...

who tried to discover

the true nature of the sun.

He stared up at the heavenly body

until it made him blind.

There are many things of this sort...

including love and death

and my business for today.

Please remember to make that call

if I'm not back at 6:30.

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.

The horses are now on the track

for the seventh race...

the $100,000-added

Lansdowne Stakes at one mile.

Your attention,

ladies and gentlemen.

The horses are now on the track

for the seventh race...

the $100,000-added

Lansdowne Stakes at one mile.

- Yes, sir?

- Bottle of beer.

Yes, sir.

The horses are approaching

the starting gate for the seventh race.

The horses are at the gate.

The horses are at the gate.

Hey! How about some service,

you stupid-looking Irish pig?

Hey, what's the matter with -

Hold him.

Come on, break it up. Look out.

It was exactly 4:23

when they dragged Maurice out.

At 11:
40 that morning

Nikki left his farm.

He arrived at the track at 12:30.

- Hi there.

- Use the other parking lot, mister.

This one ain't open yet.

- I don't like to trouble you.

- You're not troubling me.

I said there's no parking here.

There's no parking, and that's that.

Look, Mac, I'm a paraplegic.

I want to get in this lot

to watch the races from my car.

That ain't my problem, mister.

My leg's bum, too,

but nobody's feeling sorry for me.

I know what you mean, buddy.

Get that in the war?

Battle of the Bulge.

Say, look, I know this is

a lot of extra trouble for you.

- I want you to have this.

- No, no, no. Skip it, skip it.

I want you to take it.

Now go on, keep it.

It's all right.

- Well, thanks a lot, mister. I'm sorry I -

- That's okay. Forget it.

Say, will you take down that fence?

I'd like to get settled down

before the first race starts. Okay?

Sure, mister.

Your attention, please.

The horses are now on the track

for the second race at six furlongs.

I had this layin' around, mister.

I thought you might like to have it.

Thanks.

That's very kind of you.

No trouble at all.

If you need anything else, just honk.

I doubt if I'll need anything.

I'm getting along just fine.

But thanks anyway.

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