Desperate Hours Page #2

No, I don't blame you.

Are you sure you want

to sell the house?

The kids are settled here and all

the work you've put in and everything.

Okay, I'm sorry.

( Sighs )

Too many bad memories, huh?

And good ones.

Ditto.

One thing you've

gotta believe, Nora...

I never wanted to hurt you.

Well, you struck out there.

Hey, Zack!

Come on, let's go!

Nora:

Zack?

Tim:
Hey, there's a brontosaurus

in the pool!

Zack:
No way, they've been extinct

for more than a million years.

Hey...

how about a kiss?

Now, listen, don't forget

to tell your English teacher

the difference

between "lie" and "lay."

Mom, she'll flunk me

for being a smart-ass.

I doubt it.

Don't I get a kiss?

Just a friendly kiss?

- Nora:
Bye.

- See you later.

I'll call back this afternoon.

Will you be here?

I don't think so.

I'll leave a key under the mat.

You take care now.

Nora:

You, too.

You sure?

Tim:

Sorry.

Tim:

See you later.

- Hey, young fella.

- Hi.

- You wanna drive?

- Yeah, that'd be great!

- Okay, move over.

- Zack:
All right.

( Car door closes )

- Go on.

- Come on, Dad. Come on.

- All right, let's go.

- ( Engine starts, roars )

Mom, bye!

Bye, Mommy!

( Engine roaring )

Driver:

Now what?

What, are you gonna take

a swim?

Albert:
I don't get it.

Won't the cops be looking for the car?

So they will, Albert, so they will.

But not this one.

- Feast your eyes, boys.

- It's a Jaguar.

We're gonna steal a Jaguar?

Holy sh*t. Where'd you get the keys?

You know who God helps,

don't you, brother?

Albert:
I never even rode

in a Jaguar before.

Hey, I told you.

That's my brother.

- Mike, can I drive?

- Sure, you can drive.

Whoo! Yeah!

You can drive that beat-up old Cougar

right into the lake.

( Engine starts )

Take this.

- Albert, can you whistle?

- Sure.

I want you to whistle so I can hear you.

And I don't want you to stop

unless you see somebody

coming down the road or a car pull up.

( Whistles tune )

Hey, Albert!

Move that goddamn log

out of the way!

- ( Whistling )

- ( Engine roaring )

( whistling )

Geronimo!

Whoo! Mikey!

Mikey! Mikey!

Man:

She's good. She's real good.

Gotta hand it to her,

she's holding up real well.

I hate playing good cop/bad cop.

It's bullshit.

I was too hard on her.

The lady is a liar,

among other things.

- How do you get that?

- I've got a feeling.

- A feeling?

- Call it "women's intuition."

Here's what you want.

Bob? Bob?

- Yeah?

- Agent:
What?

This is Carl Ornitz

from the U.S. Attorney's office.

He has some news for us.

Not news for the good

of mankind, I assume.

When Michael Bosworth

was originally prosecuted,

there was a significant part

of the government's case

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