The Postman Always Rings Twice Page #4

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Get it?

Come on, my boy.

You're goin' home.

-Come on, we'll get you changed.

-You're kiddin'.

You're kidding.

Here you go.

-She's free?

-That is correct.

-But....

-But what?

She confessed.

Luckily, though, she confessed

to my assistant, Kennedy.

The red-headed guy.

I bet you thought he was a cop.

Yeah, I did.

-Well, he wasn't. He works for me.

-Really?

Thought it might be a good idea

for her to get it off her chest...

...before they locked her up.

She was very upset.

Let's go out the back way,

avoid the press. Okay?

Where are they goin'?

And where's the girl?

The best part was the insurance.

Their Mr. Barlow, their expert...

...he stands up in court,

says he made a grave mistake...

...the whole thing

was an auto accident.

Hell of a world, huh, Frank?

Yeah. Where's Cora?

Outside in a cab.

I told her to wait for Kennedy.

I knew I'd find you here, sneaking out.

-Yeah, that's right.

-You'd best sneak out.

The file stays open on you.

On you and the woman, both.

You put yourselves above the law.

You killed.

Hey, I'm sorry,

you can't talk to me that way.

-I can't?

-'Cause I been inside a court of law.

You'll be back, my friend.

I know your type.

I'll see you again.

Spit on the sidewalk

and you'll die in jail.

Hey, hey. Learn to lose!

Thanks a lot.

That's okay.

You took our part, eh?

And you made me $10,000.

It's been swell.

I had to pay him

the insurance money, the lawyer.

Yeah, I know.

I didn't even know

he had an insurance policy.

Can't leave this state for six months.

I've got to call 'em every week.

I'm gonna have a record.

I didn't mean to turn on ya.

That's mine.

-She doesn't look that old.

-Well, that's her.

I saw her picture.

She's acting exactly

as I expected her to.

She'll hear you!

Wonderful pie.

Miss....

Keep the change.

Thanks. Come again.

Sure will.

Miss?

How about that chicken?

I'll have it for you in two minutes.

You think you could get in

and help out, huh?

-You're doin' fine.

-I'm doin' fine.

I'd be doin' a little bit better

if you'd do some work around here.

What're you killin' yourself for?

We're leavin' in two months.

That's what you said.

Soon as your probation's up...

-...we're leavin'. Right?

-You wanna leave, Frank?

You can go now.

You wanna stay...

...then do some work around here.

And will you use a glass?

What are you, an animal?

What're you gonna do

with the money?

I'm gonna buy a new car.

What the hell do you care

what I'm gonna do?

Move!

Move! Come on!

You bastard, get out of there.

Get out. Go on, move!

-You folks need somethin'?

-No, thank you.

There you go, gentlemen.

I've been looking for you.

Well, you found me.

I saw your picture in the paper.

Join the club.

Here's a menu.

I'll be right back.

You know, I knew you

since you were a little girl.

I knew it was you.

But I didn't want to call.

I knew they'd lost track of you.

I get The Courier still, from home.

And I read about your mother.

I was pretty sure you didn't know.

Oh, you don't remember me.

But I remember you.

-Want me to call the probation people?

-No, don't call them.

I'll be back next week, the latest.

I'm sure she'll be all right.

Let me know, huh?

Yeah, I will.

What is this, a holiday?

Closed.

Come on, gimme a break, huh?

What'll it take you, a minute?

Where you headin'?

San Diego.

What've you got in the back there,

if you don't mind my askin'?

Cats.

What is this?

Three cats.

What are they, drugged?

No. They're tired.

They're very tired.

These cats are drugged.

No. I tell you they will not perform.

I will not get in the ring with them.

Take them out of here.

All right. What is it you need?

I told you. I need performers.

-I need wild animals.

-And where do you get them?

Gutierrez.

-Where are they?

-Mexico.

All right, you get the cats.

Join back up in Tucson on the 12th.

You do it.

-Good?

-Yeah.

Anything else you need?

Of course. A driver.

Excuse me.

Put your....

Take the cats away. I'm sorry.

You're right about that,

you know, miss.

What's that?

I drove a hundred miles with these

cats and...they didn't peep once.

Is that so?

Here's a fine little animal.

What about that?

And, who, might I ask, are you?

Frank Chambers, miss.

Pleased to meet you, Frank.

You know what I'd do for you?

Buy you a hat.

Yeah, a big white one.

-You'd like that, huh?

-Sure.

I'm sorry about your mother, Cora.

She was old.

Let's get a drink.

No, I quit it.

I'm not drinkin' anymore.

I've been thinkin' about

a lot of things, Frank.

Let's just go home.

I'm going to have a baby.

I'm going to have your baby, Frank.

Do you want it?

Yeah, I do.

-Tell me you want it.

-I do.

-You do?

-I do want it.

-You do?

-Sure.

Jeez!

You're gonna have a baby, huh?

Think about that, huh?

We lost some business, Cora.

I don't care.

I closed the place for a week.

Went to San Francisco.

I don't care.

I've been wrong, haven't l?

No.

Yes, I have. I know I have.

I've been makin' our life hell here.

But I'm gonna change now, Frank.

'Cause...

...if we got each other...

...then, we got everything.

I want you to forgive me, please.

Oh, God!

Hey.

Come on.

So you want to know what I learned?

About babies?

What the most important thing is?

You always got to be natural with them.

I'm always natural.

'Cause they can tell, you know?

Young as they are, they know.

-Yeah, but--

-So what you gotta do is two things.

First one....

First one is, you gotta

follow your instincts.

What is it?

The second thing....

Tell 'em to go away.

Yeah. I'll get rid of 'em.

-Closed.

-Can I bother you for a minute?

-We're closed.

-I know. It won't take but a minute.

Please.

Just a minute.

Mr. Kennedy. Remember me?

Yeah, sure.

-How's Mr. Katz?

-Yeah, right.

I don't, I don't work

for him anymore.

-Is that right?

-Yeah.

What're you doin' now?

As a matter of fact,

I'm not doin' anything.

That's...that's why

I thought I'd drop by.

You know, I thought maybe

you could help me out.

Oh, yeah? ln what way?

What do you need,

a couple of bucks or somethin'?

I mean, I know you're out of a job.

You remember that confession

that I typed up that time?

Oh, yeah.

You mean that phoney thing

you and Katz dreamed up?

Yeah, right.

Yeah, well, you know,

when I left Katz...

...l took the liberty of taking it

with me from his files.

I thought the two of you might like it.

Nice place here.

You want $100?

I want ten grand.

Ten grand?

What are you crazy, Bozo?

What are you, insane?

We gave the money to Katz.

Who cares? I just want the money.

Get it for me.

Sell the place.

Bring me ten or I mail the confession

off to Sackett and you die.

The End.

F*** with my family.

Where's the paper?

Where's the paper?

-I can't tell you.

-Where's the paper?

-I got it in the bank.

-In the bank?

-Which one?

-I can't tell you.

Which one?

Which one?

Which one?

Glendale Trust.

Get the gun.

-How do you feel?

-I feel great.

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