The Killing Page #2

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I know they must have been terrible for you.

I mean, being locked up

must be a terrible thing.

You know something?

This may sound funny, but...

waiting for you all those years

and staying by myself -

it was like, not that you were locked in...

but I was locked out.

Well, look at me.

First time we've been together in five years,

and I'm making speeches.

Now, now. Everything is gonna be all right.

I promise you.

Make sure you're right about it, Johnny.

I'm no good for anybody else.

I'm not pretty, and I'm not very smart.

So please don't leave me alone anymore.

Aw, nothing is gonna happen.

Not this time.

Well, I - I guess I'd better

leave you be now.

I know you've got a lot of work to do.

When will I see you again?

Saturday night.

We'll be on the plane together.

Look, Fay, until it's all over,

I want you to stay out of the way. Yeah?

If there's anything I can do to help -

No. Nothing.

You just make the plane reservations.

And remember,

tell 'em at the office that you're leaving.

Tell 'em you're getting married, huh?

I don't wanna say good-bye.

- Oh.

- Hello, Marv. We were just talking about you.

- Hi, Johnny. Hi, Miss Fay.

- Hello.

- I hope it was something nice.

- Oh, yes.

Johnny was telling me about

what a wonderful friend you were.

- Fay was just leaving, weren't you, baby?

- Oh, don't rush off on my account. I -

- Ah, she's late for an appointment.

- That's right.

- You'll be sure to call me, won't you, Johnny?

- Yeah. I'll do just what I told you I would.

- It was nice to see you again, Mr. Unger.

- Thank you.

- Take care of Johnny.

- Oh, there's nothing I wouldn't do for Johnny.

I'll see you.

A half an hour earlier,

at approximately 6:30...

Mike O'Reilly,

the track bartender, came home.

Ruthie? I'm home.

At 7:
15 that same night...

George Peatty, the track cashier,

arrived at his apartment.

-

- Hello.

Hello.

- Feelin' okay?

- Fine.

I been kinda sick today.

I keep gettin' pains in my stomach.

Maybe you got a hole in it, George.

Do you suppose you have?

A hole in it?

How would I get a hole in my stomach?

How would you get one in your head?

Go fix me a drink, George.

I think I'm developing some pains myself.

Sherry, can't I ever say anything at all

without you joking to me about it?

Hurry up with that drink, George.

The pains are gettin' worse.

I saw somethin' kinda nice

comin' home on the train tonight.

Somethin', well, kinda sweet.

A candy bar, George?

No, not a candy bar, doughnut.

It was people.

This couple sittin' just in front of me.

Oh, they weren't young, exactly.

I guess the woman was about your age.

A little senile, you mean?

With one foot and a big toe in the grave?

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