The Survivors Page #3

He's awake. I heard him stir.

If I could see him...

Don't! I woke him up before,

and he got really mad.

Could you wake him again?

Just tell him I'm here.

No way, no way.

I'll give you a dollar.

Dad!

Why aren't you in bed?

- Get him in here.

- I can't.

I said, get him in here.

I can't do that. He's an idiot,

but I can't double-cross him.

- Shut up. Be quiet.

- I won't do it.

No, don't bother. I've got to go.

Don't bother waking him.

I better be going.

I'll get back to him

tomorrow, okay? Bye-bye.

He's gone.

I didn't hear a door slam.

Forgot my hat.

Bye.

All right.

Move. Move.

Oh, God.

You creamed that sucker.

I did, didn't I?

I didn't know I had that in me.

I saw my life flash before me.

You really hit him hard.

I thought it was him,

I was right there...

...and I heard the voice.

Then I heard that " keep quiet. "

I ran down, and all of a sudden...

...then he goes, he says...

I'm sorry.

I don't know, it's strange

and then, and then...

I got this. Then I ran upstairs,

I got... You came out.

I almost got you.

Then you came out and then, wham!

And then I just... Wham!

Then he dropped

like a sack of potatoes.

I got this. I guess I improvised.

I didn't know I had it in me.

The thing that makes me

grab things, hurt things.

I'm babbling now.

He's not dead, is he?

I didn't hit him hard,

I'm not covered for that.

He's okay, he moved.

- He's waking.

- Thank God.

Maybe you better hit him again.

Oh, you hit him.

No, I can't hit him. You hit him.

You have the technique down.

- I already hit him.

- Just a little tap.

- I got this.

- Jeez.

I'll keep him cops,

you call the cover.

There we go, that's fine.

He's moving. Don't mess with me.

- Leave it to the police.

- You're history.

- Police Department.

- We have...

All our personnel are busy...

...but stay on the line

for the first available officer.

Come on. Hey, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, wait!

Be careful or someone will get hurt.

Come on, come on.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Look, the neighbours are waking up.

You're going to jail, pal.

Then you'll get my dry cleaning bill.

I'm fine. Everything's cool.

- You hurt?

- No, but that tree's dead.

- Don't know much about guns, do you?

- I'm handling it.

- I wish you'd put the safety on.

- Do you, now?

- I really would.

- I bet.

- It's right on the...

- Put your hand down.

Don't try that trick. Think you're

Mr. Smart? Now you met Mr. Smarter.

Donald, would you please

put the safety on?

In case we stop suddenly

or hit a bump or something.

Okay, Sonny. Yeah, right, right.

Could you point the gun

in a safe direction?

Donald, for everyone's sake,

will you do it?

Yeah. I am, I am.

- In front...

- Back on your hands.

- Excuse me.

- Good. Back in same direction.

In front of that hammer,

on the left side, is a lever.

- See? Push it up. Right thumb.

- Great. Now what?

Now the gun is on safe.

- Excuse me.

- Sit down.

- We have a man...

- Sit down.

Okay.

- We'll have to wait.

- Come on.

- I hate to put you guys through...

- I've just been accosted.

We were here first.

- I was accosted.

- In this century?

- Let the lady talk, will you?

- Everybody calm down, okay?

What's wrong, ma'am?

I was on my way home

from my friend Alice's apartment.

She's making a sweater for her son.

He's a big attorney in Denver.

- Cut the crap and get to the point.

- Stop it.

As I passed the 7-Eleven...

...they shouted nasty insults at me.

I'm not talking pee-pee ca-ca,

I'm talking...

He's got a gun!

I believe you got

everybody's attention.

Drop the gun.

I'm not a criminal. He is.

We brought him here.

We don't wanna make trouble.

- Put it down, scumbag.

- Get rid of it.

My name's Donald Quinelle.

The irony is, this isn't even my...

- Wait, you're the guy on the news?

- Yes.

Let him go.

You've violated my rights

and integrity.

Whiplash, asphyxiation.

Nice double lawsuit.

Don't wave guns around.

- That's not my gun. It's his.

- That's true.

Actually the gun

belonged to my father.

He was killed carrying that weapon

on Iwo Jima.

He threw himself on a grenade.

His commander sent it to me.

It's all I have to remember him by.

Tell him how Lee gave

granny a mule at Gettysburg.

He's slicker than

whale sh*t on ice.

You're looking for him. Look at him.

He has a face from

the road company in Deliverance.

- What did he do?

- Tell young Kojak what he did.

Actually he's the gentleman who...

...robbed the diner.

He killed Hoffa.

Did the fact escape you?

Maybe he was just talking.

Let's go.

He said, "What did he do?"

You said, " He robbed a diner. "

Like Attila the Hun just

conquered Europe.

He wanted to kill you.

He could have.

You become a doorstop

for a guy named Vinnie.

We're still alive, aren't we?

The computer will discover who he is.

When he's out of jail, he won't hold

a grudge. He'll kill the computer.

I should have shot him.

The police. " Drop the gun, scumbag. "

That pissed me off.

I may be an a**hole,

but not a scumbag.

You're right. I'm overreacting.

Sorry. Oh, God!

You know something?

I really miss that gun.

- I've had it with guns for one night.

- Yeah. Boy.

- Can we stop?

- Forgot what guns look like?

We'll browse. A few minutes.

Please.

- No.

- All right. I'll go in alone.

- When the light changes, I'm leaving.

- I'll take a cab.

If you're not out in 10 minutes,

I'll be gone.

Bless you, Sonny.

It's gonna happen.

Society will bite the big one.

When the going gets

tough, the tough get going.

Smart money heads for the hills.

I wanna see what happens

when society bites the big one.

- Can I see a magazine?

- Sure.

The fee can apply toward the down

payment on a Survival Hideaway.

- A.44 magnum.

- Can I hold it?

- That one?

- Fits in the small of the back.

- So I could come up behind someone.

- Well, it...

- Come on.

- I'm just looking.

- Look fast.

- You got it.

- Can I see one of those? Thanks.

- Yes.

- Aboriginal.

- I beg your pardon.

- The obsession people have for guns.

- Just like the cowboys.

- How about that?

- Aim it right down the barrel.

- Can I get a shoulder holster?

- A shoulder holster?

Right here. You see

how I got that, huh?

- You don't want a more compact...?

- That wouldn't kill a flea.

If you saw this you'd run.

- I want one.

- No you don't.

- Yes.

- No.

I have wonderful luck with my mace.

- Think you'd like it?

- Yes.

- Can we go together on a refill?

- Thanks...

...but I'm allergic to mace.

Quite a weapon.

Just looking.

- Donald?

- Hon, I'll be right in.

Don't you worry. I'll be right there.

- Where were you?

- What?

- What time is it?

- It's late, little buttercup.

You go right back to bed.

I'll be right there. Come on now.

You know I can't fall asleep

again once I wake up.

- Not unless we snuggle.

- No, no.

Something's poking me.

It's the best I can do

on short notice.

Something's under here.

Make a wish.

What is that?

Looks like an assault rifle.

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