Cat's Eye Page #4

because it's her most favorite.

Listen to me carefully:

lt's still looking for me.

You've got to get back and find it.

You're my only chance.

Lucky night, Mr. Cressner.

Don't jump to any conclusions.

The night ain't over.

-Good night, Mr. Cressner.

-Good night, sweetheart.

-Richard, cash these.

-You got it.

Buona notte, Mr. Cressner.

-Good night, Mr. C.

-Good night, Harry.

-Have you spoken to Ducky?

-Yes, Mr. Cressner.

He's got my wife and her friend in view?

She and the tennis guy

are in a white Mustang convertible.

Ducky's right on it. Right behind her.

Good. You're a good man.

So, folks, what's it going to be?

Dean Martin is at the Golden Nugget and

haven't seen him since I was a little girl.

Have you taken care

of your domestic problem?

-I got everything well in hand.

-Good.

-The Golden Nugget will be fine.

-Thank you so much.

Oh, look at that. A cat.

My daddy used to say

that all cats should be drowned...

...after they stop playing with spools.

-He said that?

-He must have been a great humanitarian.

I bet that cat is going to get run over.

I got $2,000 says he can make it.

-You're kidding?

-No.

-You're on.

-$2,000 that he can make it.

-Cat's dead. You're on.

-Here you go. Okay?

-You say he makes it, I say he's dead.

-All right.

-I can do anything I want?

-So can I. Anybody can.

No. I can do anything I want,

you don't say a word.

Anybody can do anything they want.

-Watch me.

-I'm watching.

Come on, cat.

Come here, kitty. Come on, kitty.

-You guys would bet on anything.

-Yeah. That's what it's all about.

Come here, little kitty.

Come on, little kitty, come on.

-For $2,000 you're on my side now?

-Yeah.

You're the one who's father

was drowning cats, remember?

-Come on, kitty. Come on.

-Come to mama.

Don't worry about these big things,

that's special effects.

Okay, okay.

Okay!

Now.

Come on!

There he is.

There's the guy.

You were just lucky.

Lucky? I think he knows

you bet against him.

You win some, you lose some.

You guys go on. Go see Dean Martin.

I'll take this guy home,

give him a bowl of milk.

I think he earned it. Goodbye, sweetie.

You sure you're not coming?

I got to finish that business I talked about.

-Have a good time.

-You want to get me a cab?

Get Ducky on the radio.

Tell him to nail the bastard.

Good night.

Thanks.

I still don't see why

you can't come with me.

Because we're broke.

When you decided to leave with me...

...you descended into a whole new plane

of financial existence, my dear.

I'm trying to make the decompression

as painless as possible.

-I don't care.

-I do!

The Armbruster Hotel in New York.

I'll see you there.

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