The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane Page #4

Give it!

Mario.

Mario, I mean it. Now, stop.

Mario.

Listen.

Somebody's out there. Okay.

Hey, it's a police car.

Hey, don't worry. It's my uncle Ron.

- Hi.

- Hi. Come on in.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Yeah, it's okay. You're off duty.

Hey, so, what's happening, unc?

I mean, where's your

Playmate of the Week?

She's waiting outside in the car.

You know, he likes the ones

who look like they were...

blown up with a bicycle pump, you know?

What, are you gonna bust us

for drinking here? I won't have it.

You're just lucky

I don't smell any grass.

You got any? I'll buy it cheap.

No respect. No respect for the law.

Respect? You want respect?

He wants respect, and he's using

his police car to get all his action.

Just the two of you, huh?

My father's sleeping.

- You met her father?

- Oh, yeah, nice guy.

He had dinner with you, huh?

Hey, how many plates you see here?

I count two. One...

Yeah, okay, okay, wise guy. All right.

He was tired,

so he went upstairs to bed.

Candlelight, wine and a fireplace.

It's really very romantic.

Frank Hallet called in twice.

- He said his mother's missing.

- She's probably out house-pimping.

Mario don't like the Hallets.

Me? I don't think you like them

too much either.

I remember he tried

to get Hallet busted...

for dragging some little girl

into the bushes.

He couldn't do it, though.

All Hallet's mother did

was marry the creep off...

- to some waitress with two kids.

- That's enough.

- To prove he was normal.

- Don't be such a smart-ass.

Anyway, her car's in front

of the office, but no sign of her.

And Hallet said he was

coming over here...

to pick up some jelly glasses

or something like that.

Yeah, well, you see,

they're still here waiting for her.

- No one's touched them.

- So she never came by, huh?

- No.

- So you came looking for her here?

I came here because I thought

that Rynn might be alone.

Did you think that fink would be

waiting here for you to catch him?

Look, if you don't want your mom

and dad to know you were here...

- don't be such a smart-ass.

- Who's a smart-ass?

Why don't you teach him some manners.

Oh, if Mrs. Hallet comes by, could

you have her call the police station?

- Okay?

- Fine.

- Thanks for the wine.

- Good night.

And don't do anything I wouldn't do.

- I mean, that was scary, wasn't it?

- Yeah.

Wasn't it? How'd you like the way

I made your father disappear?

- You lied.

- You bet your ass.

What did you want me to do anyway?

Well, where do you think you're going?

Just testing.

Like, you don't really want me to go

or anything, do you? Do you, huh?

- No.

- Oh, you got feelings, huh?

I thought you were

a piece of cardboard. Come.

Come on.

Are you crazy?

He's back. Come on.

Go ahead, answer the door.

- You ready?

- Yeah, go ahead.

Hello.

May I come in?

I think it's time you and I

had a little talk, don't you agree?

Are these the famous jelly jars?

Hello.

Only two for dinner?

Did your father quit smoking, Rynn?

Give us a light, son.

It's cold in here. Let's put

some more wood on the fire.

I'll get it.

Hello, Gordon.

Where's your father, Rynn?

Do you love Gordon?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, I love Gordon.

And I think Gordon loves you too.

No!

Hey, what are you? A maniac?

The son of a b*tch bit me.

Give me some disinfectant.

It's upstairs in the medicine cabinet.

Now, listen to me, young lady.

I know you're up to something.

And I wanna know where your father is.

What'll you tell me this time?

He's working? Or sleeping?

Did he have dinner here?

- Did you have dinner here, son?

- Yep.

Just you and pretty Rynn?

Yep.

- And where's he?

- Who?

- Who are we talking about?

- Oh, her father's sleeping.

- Upstairs?

- Upstairs.

- You were gonna say in the study.

- No.

- Don't lie to me, damn it. You were.

- No, I wasn't.

- Who is he?

- I'm Mario Podesta.

- I asked you. Who is he?

- He's Mario Podesta.

Oh, yes. I think I've seen you hobbling

around the village, haven't I?

- My uncle's a cop.

- Really?

He was just here.

- Why was he here?

- And he's coming back.

- That's not what I asked you.

- Tell him.

Yes, tell me.

He said you called about your mother.

Said you might come looking for her.

Why would my dear mother be here?

Unless she ran off

with the man of the house...

which has happened on occasion.

- She's not here.

- No, it was about the jelly glasses.

The other day you said

you didn't have any boyfriends.

Yes.

- Are you her boyfriend?

- Yes.

You told me no boyfriends.

She's very young.

Did she tell you how old she was?

- Thirteen.

- Don't you know any girls your age?

Or do girls your age like to dance?

- The jelly glasses.

- What about them?

- You can take them now.

- Not now.

Perhaps Mother came by

but you weren't home.

I was here all the time.

- Didn't you go to the football game?

- I couldn't have missed her.

So you say you've been here all along?

- Yeah.

- That's very strange.

You can take the glasses now.

- I'll put them in your car.

- Will you?

- Yeah, I'll do it right now.

- No, you can't.

No car.

See, I walked here tonight,

as my dear wife has the station wagon.

As for the Bentley,

dear Mother has the keys.

What do you want, Mr. Hallet?

- What do you want, son?

- What do you mean?

You want what all boyfriends want.

You don't like girls?

- Yes, I like girls.

- You don't want Rynn?

Be a good little magician,

will you, son?

Disappear yourself.

Tell him to get out of here.

- He's my friend.

- But not your boyfriend.

First, I shall tell you what I want.

I wanna know what's been

happening here in this house.

I wanna know what happened here today!

Nothing happened.

All day is a long time

for nothing to happen.

Just now the police were here.

Yes or no? That happened, didn't it?

The police were here, yes or no?

Officer Miglioriti came to say

you were looking for your mother.

Go on.

- There are the jelly glasses.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning she hasn't been here.

- That doesn't prove anything.

- I guess I can't help you, can I?

- Do you wanna help me?

- Do you wanna help me, son?

- Sure.

Then get your ass

the hell out of here right now.

Hey, Rynn, call the cops.

Be my guest.

What's the matter, gimp?

Got trouble staying on your feet?

I didn't think you'd call.

Hit the road, wop.

- We'll both go.

- No, just you and your goddamn cape.

Get out of here.

I'm a wop. Wops carry knives, right?

Guinea. Dago. Wop.

Easy, son. Easy.

I take it back. I take it all back.

What do they call guys like you

who hang around little girls?

A pervert?

You know, if I stick this in your guts,

all the cops will do is thank me.

Now, I think you'd better get

the hell out of here.

Get out of here!

- Call the cops.

- No.

Little son of a b*tch.

I'm not through with you,

that's for damn sure.

Is it hers?

Yeah.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

That's trouble.

I mean, how did...?

Why don't you take the cookies in

where the tea will be.

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