The Legend of Billie Jean Page #2

How much you say you got coming?

$608 dollars.

Yep, sounds like Hubie.

Well don't keep that cash

here in the register. Come on up.

Come on. Want the money don't you?

You know lotta folks wouldn't pay this bill.

Your word against my son's.

Well I'm telling you the truth.

I'll believe you. No matter where you live.

You Donna Davy's little girl are you?

Oh you know my mother?

Yeah, well, I see her in the store.

She's a good looking woman, your momma.

You show do take after her. This looks real good on you.

I bet you drive them boys crazy.

Oh, come on, Mr. Pyatt.

You had ol' Hubie with his paws sticking straight up there.

With your little smile. Your little teeth.

I got friends waiting outside.

Can I please have the money, Mr. Pyatt? Sure.

There you go. $50?

We're gonna have a little arrangement...

Let go of me.

"The layaway plan."

No. No. Stop! I'm going to give you $50 dollars today

and everytime you come back...

I'm gonna get me a little bit more.

No...No!

Woah, woah, relax. It's too hot to get excited.

You know what I mean: It pays, you go.

No!!!

Billie Jean!

She didn't get the money I knew it.

You can't just take it!

Hey, look at what I found.

No!!!

What the hell is going on here?

Hey, let go of my sister.

You put that gun down, boy. You do as I say.

You get the money?

No, put the gun down, Binx.

What he do to you, Billie Jean?

Hubie? Call the police.

Huh?

They come here to rob the store. Your little girlfriend

suckered me upstairs so her friends could empty register.

That's a lie. Let go of me.

Get on the phone, Hubie!

Nobody moves. You let her go and give us the money.

We'll get it later let's just get out of here.

You're not going anywhere! Get on the phone, Hubie.

He's got the gun, dad?

So what. It's not even loaded.

You think I'll keep a loaded gun

in the cash register.

It's empty?

Dad! Jesus.

Oh my god. I'm getting out of here.

He killed him.

He said it wasn't loaded.

Don't even touch him. I'm calling the police.

Come on.

You heard what he said; he said it wasn't loaded.

I didn't mean to shoot him!

We got to go to the police.

They'll never believe you.

It was an accident!

You think you'll say that? It's his word against a

bunch of crazy kids. He's gonna lie.

Why didn't you stay in the car!

What are you doing? I need gas.

My dad checks the gage everytime he comes home.

Are you out of your mind! Keep going!

Hey guys! Did you get it?

Move it. I'll write a note to mom.

Where's your money? Up in my closet!

Far out! I'm coming!

Forget it. This is serious.

I can be serious, Billie Jean.

I can't stay here without you. I'll just die.

Go away, Putter.

Billie Jean said I could come. Don't move!

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