Thinner Page #4

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He can see everything.

Don't bother

to step on the scale.

I can tell your weight

from right here.

And next week...

gonna be 143.

And the week after that...

Ooh!

We don't like to think

about that, do we, mister?

[Laughing, Wheezing]

Sorry, mister, but you lose.

But let's see.

No.

Ah, yes.

You can have a prize anyway.

Haaah!

Haaah!

[Laughing]

[Screaming]

[Tires Screeching]

Billy, get in, you idiot!

Cary?

Hey-ah!

[Screaming]

You ready, Billy? You and I

are gonna get that Gypsy bastard!

[Billy]

What are you doing?

I'm saving you, Billy.

Isn't that what you want?

[Cary Laughs]

[Laughing]

[Cary Laughing]

[Cary]

Hold on, partner!

[Screaming]

[Gasping]

Leda, this is Billy Halleck.

Can I speak with Cary, please?

Sorry, Billy. Cary can't come

to the phone right now.

Yesterday he drove his Lincoln

into a gas truck.

A happy ending of sorts.

He always did want to be cremated.

[Phone Clicking,

Dial Tone Humming]

I'm sorry, Leda.

Excuse me.

You seen this man?

His name's Tadzu Lempke.

Taddy Lempke?

I knew he was around.

- You know Lempke?

- How could you forget him?

Big, black cancer

in the middle of his face.

I hadn't seen him

since I worked the Ferris wheel...

ten, maybe twenty years ago.

But it was him last night.

You know what he said to me?

"Hey, Flash.

Where that pretty

little wife of yours?

Well, don't matter.

You'll see her soon."

Mister, my wife has been dead

for five years...

and he knew it.

Did you see which way the Gypsies went

when they left here?

No, but I heard them.

You can't miss the sound

of those old beaters they drive.

Out 27, then north on 1.

Listen. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Mister, be careful.

That Taddy will chew you up

and swallow you down.

[Linda] Yes?

Linda.

Daddy, where are you?

I've been so worried.

It's good to hear your voice.

When did you get home?

Yesterday.

Mom's really upset.

Where is she now?

She's in the kitchen

with Dr. Houston.

[Billy]

What's Dr. Mikey doing there?

- He's been here a lot. Why?

- Billy, is that you?

Sweetheart, I've been talking to Mike,

and he's been saying that...

B*tch! B*tch!

This is all your fault, you b*tch!

For shame! My mama!

I say you killed my own mama!

I say you are a demon,

and we should kill you!

Is that what I am to you?

A demon?

Look at me.

[Speaking Foreign Language]

She call you

the white man from town.

You got no business with us...

and we got no business with you.

- Go away.

- [Speaking Foreign Language]

I'm not through with you.

Your daughter ran out

between two parked cars.

I couldn't see her.

Why wasn't you watching,

white man from town?

Why wasn't you watching?

You never see us!

- Cha!

- Fa!

Doing this to me

won't bring your daughter back.

Duncan Hopley is dead.

So is Cary Rossington.

Neither of them

brought your daughter back.

Justice ain't about bringing

back the dead, white man.

Justice is about justice!

Your friends,

the policeman and the judge...

make sure nothing happen to you,

they keep you safe.

But I make sure

something happen to them.

That justice, white man.

Gypsy justice.

You know as much about justice

as I know about turbine engines.

Now take your f***ing curse

off of me!

I never take it off.

I die with it in me mouth.

I'm sorry.

It was my fault.

Please.

I'm asking you nicely.

Take it off

before this goes any further.

Get out or I make it worse.

I make it so much worse,

you think I bless you the first time.

Like this.

Okay, I'll go...

but not before I curse you...

and everybody I see

by the light of this fire!

The curse

of the white man from town!

[Laughing, Wheezing]

That's right, laugh.

Laugh now, cry later...

when this all is at your feet!

You want to see what

the white man from town can do...

when he puts his mind to it?

Don't make me start, old man!

Don't make me start!

Take it off while you still can!

[Speaking Foreign Language]

Get out of here!

Leave this camp, murdering bastard!

Look at this!

The curse

of the white man from town...

is on you, pal.

They don't write about it in books,

but it is on you.

This is Billy Halleck.

- Can I speak to Richie Ginelli?

- Hold on.

William.

How you doing, Counselor?

Not so good, Richie.

I need a doctor.

I'll have someone to you by morning.

Not a doctor, but he's pretty close.

Ball bearing, huh?

First for me.

This kind of pain

is a first for me.

There's a reason for that.

I've worked with cadavers

that looked better than you do.

These are mine,

but you need them more than I do.

Potassium tablets.

Will they do anything

for the pain?

No.

They'll prevent you

from going into cardiac arrest.

Look, if it's a diet,

you can come off it now.

You have my permission.

Expect a visitor tomorrow.

Who?

Take the Bufferin

and get some rest.

[Knock At Door]

You should have called me earlier,

Billy. A lot earlier.

I didn't expect you

to come yourself.

Hey, I wouldn't have missed it

for the world.

Okay, I got it.

F***.

F***!

Who was I kidding?

You ever hear of something

called "committal in absentia"?

Sure.

It means somebody's committed to a

mental hospital without being examined.

It's usually invoked when some guy

goes loony and runs off.

Christ.

Houston couldn't have done it

without Heidi.

Damn them.

Damn them both.

Her and this doctor,

you don't think...

Yeah. Sure.

I didn't want to believe it...

until one night I saw his car

pulling out of the driveway.

She said he just dropped by.

Hey, relax.

You got nothing to worry about.

By the time the order goes through,

this will either be over...

or you'll be dead.

If you make it, you can

deal with them at your leisure.

I'm gonna get you for this, Heidi.

I swear I am.

Richie.

You're not actually

gonna hurt anybody, are you?

No.

But, Billy, if I'm gonna help you...

you can't ask that question again.

[Dogs Barking]

[Barking]

Hey, hey, hey.

What do you say, fellas?

Do I smell like a gyp?

Who wants a little strychnine?

Here you go.

Here you go.

Hey, kid, wake up.

It's a visit from the money fairy.

What's your name?

Spurton. Frank Spurton.

Okay, Frank Spurton.

Check it out.

I don't do nothing

that goes on video.

That's a good plan, Stan.

Listen. There's some Gypsies

camped out up the road.

They light, you call me.

Who do I ask for

in case someone else answers?

Don't worry.

I'll answer.

- You like this, don't you?

- Like it? Are you kidding?

I f***in' love it!

[Telephone Ringing]

- Yeah.

- They're at a small farm off Route 92.

I think they made me.

If I were you, friend,

I'd get out of there as soon as I could.

And lose my number.

Thanks.

Well, well, well.

Hey, Billy.

I think it's time

for us to move on.

- This is getting out of hand.

- Wrong.

This has been out of hand...

ever since that old gyp

touched you.

I'm just the guy

to put it back "in hand."

I gotta show them

they can't get away with that stuff...

they pulled on that kid.

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