The Desperate Hours Page #3
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- I don't have to tell you nothing.
- I've been so worried!
- Scout meeting, remember?
- It don't pay to forget.
What if I could get you the money
you're waiting for before midnight?
You may be a big shot in your office,
but I saw your bank book. 800 bucks!
- You're a punk.
- Don't get in an uproar.
- He's using his brain.
- Use yours! Helen's on her way.
- That ain't it.
He's got other business.
What do we care who bust your jaw?
- I'll bust yours...
- Why should we stick our necks...
...just so you can knock a copper off!
- Spill your guts somewhere else.
Who got you here? Who done it?
Get out in the back.
Using his brain, is he? Look at him.
Clickety-click. I can see it perking.
Don't ever try to come in between,
you smart-eyed slob. We're sticking.
Take the kid upstairs
and see he don't get out.
I don't want him hollering
out any windows either.
She's a honey, ain't she, Hal?
Four years!
It don't cost nothing to look.
By the way,
you got a gun in the house?
Stay looking at me
and answer the question.
No, no gun.
That's right, you ain't.
Show him, Hal.
I thought you was going to lie to me.
I like doing business
with a man I can trust.
Get in the kitchen
and cook that chicken.
Do it yourself.
My wife's not your servant.
- I don't mind.
- I do! Stay here.
You ain't calling the tune!
I got my guts full
of shiny-shoed wise guys
with handkerchiefs in their pockets.
Next time, I'll wipe 'em on you.
Now get out there and cook!
Ralphy, Ralphy!
- Where's my other DC-7?
- I don't know, kid.
- What did you do with it?
- I'll get another.
- You'll let them get away with this?
- I'll take that.
- It's mine!
- Kobish, grow up!
- Sit tight, Pop.
- Hand it over!
- You brat!
- Dad!
It ain't gonna be like this, see?
Not like this!
- Dan! What's happened?
- Get back to the kitchen.
- Get back!
- Go ahead, Ellie. I'm all right.
Hal, put that away.
All the wrong places. This is Bard.
Put Carson on. What a waste of time.
- Bard?
- Nothing here. Anything new there?
- Plenty. We've spotted Griffin's girl.
- Where?
Heading west from Pittsburgh.
Ought to be here at 11.30 or 12.00.
Don't tail her, but I want her
clocked, every town she goes through.
20 miles out, we'll put a real tag on her.
- She'll lead us straight to Griffin.
- Good.
Pretty good chow.
What time is the next news?
They're not so tough.
You hit the big guy.
couldn't you?
I lost my temper, that's all.
I can't do that again.
across the roof there, and drop.
It's not much higher than the garage.
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