Desperate Hours Page #3

that was excluded from the trial

because of an inadmissible confession.

So when Bosworth was being pursued,

he broke into a liquor store.

He wanted to take

the clerk with him.

The owner resisted.

He was found shot.

A couple of weeks later,

Bosworth was arrested.

He confessed to the crime

before he was read his rights.

We think he confessed

on purpose.

He was never tried for murder,

only for armed robbery.

The thing is, he had a prior

conviction for burglary.

People were at home.

He held them hostage...

- And?

- And as usual, somebody got dead.

- Are you going to file on her?

- Better. I'm letting her go.

What are you talking about?

I haven't even done my affidavit yet.

Let's quit screwing around

and get a Title 3 for her phone.

Evidence won't help us

with this lady.

Even if we had cold proof...

even if that marshal recovers,

she'd waltz into court

and say she was "mesmerized."

"He made me do it."

Temporary insanity.

Look at her.

She's too smart.

I want her to be free as a kite.

I want her to go to him

because she wants him.

Then we'll take

the lovebirds together.

Michael:

Rich man, poor man...

beggar man, thief.

Brother:
I like the one back there

with the swimming pool, man.

That's pretty nice.

Albert:
I think we should

get the hell out of here.

( Birds chirping )

( sighs ) Son of a b*tch.

Yeah, yeah, my heating is gone.

My house was freezing last night.

- Man:
What's the address again?

- 1448 Whitney Drive.

- Whitney Drive?

- When can you get someone out here?

Man:
Look, we're really

backed up now.

We'll get someone out there

as soon as we can.

Ls that "soon" as in "real soon,"

or "soon" as in

- "whenever the hell we feel like it"?

- ( Knock on door )

Do you want me to put it

on the radio or not?

- Yeah.

- ( Knock on door )

Okay, okay, just get somebody

out here, please, thank you.

- ( Knocking continues )

- Coming.

( Knocking )

Good morning.

You called about a winter cover

for your pool?

What? No, I'm sorry.

This house is sold...

unless my husband

may have called.

- Oh, yes, it was your husband.

- No, he would have told me about this.

( Creaking )

( gasps )

Look, if you scream, your children

are gonna come home,

and they're gonna find you

in a pool of blood.

Please.

What do you want?

Hey, there's a swimming pool

in the back, and it's heated.

Um, someone left their bikini

on the grass.

- That's my daughter's.

- Oh, yeah? How old?

Is she cute?

The keys to the station wagon.

- The keys?

- Michael:
I can help you.

You're scared now.

The fear will pass.

You'll feel proud of yourself.

And I'll feel proud of you.

The keys.

( Gasps )

( keys jingle )

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