Cat's Eye Page #5

I've got to wait till the banks open.

I can crack open one of my piggy banks.

We got to have something to live on.

Johnny, you don't know

how dangerous he is.

I know exactly what he is,

that's why you're getting on the bus.

After you give me a kiss.

Darling.

Go.

Hey!

It's for horses. Sometimes for cows.

Pigs don't eat it

because they don't know how.

Get his keys, come on.

You're in grade-A trouble, buckaroo.

Come on.

Move!

Okay, blow.

Come on, kid.

Pigs don't eat it,

because they don't know how.

When Ducky says that, it means shut up.

Does it?

Yeah. It's like a joke, you know?

Close the door!

l've set you up, Mr. Norris.

ln 10 minutes, Albert will call the police...

...and tell them a tale of heroin,

1970 Mustangs...

...aging tennis pros with drug records.

You'll be eagerly sought after, Mr. Norris.

Unless I tell you where Marcia is.

With you gone, she'd come back.

She has nowhere else to go.

Now as for you, when you get out of jail...

...you'll be more concerned

with your arthritis than your libido.

Unless you want to take the wager

I'm offering.

Hey, come here.

I want to show you something.

Now look down there

and tell me what you see.

Look, go ahead.

The street.

No, there. There.

A ledge.

-The ledge.

-What is all this about?

The wager I am proposing is very simple.

The top of the building

is sort of an architectural monstrosity.

All little nooks...

...and crannies...

...weird wind comes around.

You walk all the way around...

...the scag will be removed from the car.

You get the money and you get my wife.

You're crazy.

You lose your balance,

lose your balance once....

That's the bet, Mr. Norris.

You get the girl, get the gold watch,

you get everything!

Or you get a lot of straight time

in Rahway Prison.

You welsh on your bets?

I never welshed on a bet in my life.

Hey, Sebastian.

Hey, Sebastian.

Sebastian appears to like you.

Maybe that's a good sign.

Good, good. Well begun is half done.

The ledge is about five inches wide.

Once you're on it,

it looks more like three, doesn't it?

Two, yeah.

One?

How the hell would you know?

Mr. Norris, you know what I think?

I think you'll stand there

for a while then climb back up.

If your arms still have the strength

left to do that.

I don't think you got the guts.

I just don't think you got the guts.

Boogie, boogie.

You bastard!

I want to keep you on your toes.

Get out of here.

You bastard!

Just keeping you on your toes!

What's the matter with you? Knock it off.

Where's your sense of humor?

Buzz off.

Shove off!

You little pecker!

Try this...

...you flying shithouse!

Mr. Norris!

What do you think, Mr. Norris?

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