Desperate Page #3

- Oh, but, Steve, l...

- Please, Anne, not tonight.

All right.

we'll talk about it in the morning.

[SIGHS]

we were gonna celebrate tonight.

Happy anniversary,

Walt:
You dumb ox. I ought

to knock your brains out.

You gotta believe me. He

jabbed me with his elbow.

You must've studied to get that stupid.

By now, Steve's got a four-hour start.

And the cops have got my kid brother.

Relax, Walt. we'll get Steve.

Yeah. Yeah, we gotta find him.

Make him go to the cops.

- AI's just a kid.

- Pete Lazich could find him.

Steve doesn't know him.

Sure, Walt. He'll find him.

Pete was a pretty good private

dick till he lost his license.

Get him, Shorty. Tell

him he's working for me.

Pete will wanna see some money in advance.

we better find him.

Yeah. wherever he is, we've gotta find him.

Here you are, all the latest papers,

up-to- date magazines and periodicals.

- Paper.

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

- Paper, please.

- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you. All the latest morning papers,

up- to-date magazines and periodicals.

Here you are, all the latest

papers, magazines and periodicals.

Steve, they've got your picture in the paper.

Yeah, I know. Now everybody

will be looking for me.

- Believe me, Anne, this is all a mistake.

- Then why don't you go to the police?

I can't. Not till I get you to a safe pace.

- Oh, darling, don't worry about me.

- But I've got to.

Look, the longer you put it off...

...the harder it's going to be to

convince them of your innocence.

well, that's a chance I gotta take.

That man.

He's recognized me.

Oh, Steve, you're imagining things.

- Don't stare at him.

- Steve...

CONDUCTOR:
Junction Falls.

STEVE:
we've gotta get off.

Junction Falls next.

Let's go.

what's so interesting?

Honeymooners.

I can spot them every time, with

that happy, silly look on their faces.

Hmm. They'll soon get over that.

[HORN BLARING]

Oh, Steve, what are we gonna do now?

I hope the conductor didn't

notice us when we got off.

- we've gotta get out of here, honey.

- Darling, I'm frightened.

Take it easy and trust me.

- Trust me?

- Yeah.

Okay, let's go.

well, thank you, Mr. Smith.

Steve.

Are you sure you weren't

mixed up in that robbery?

Of course I'm sure.

[SOBS]

I'm sorry, Anne...

...but you've gotta let me

work this out and trust me.

Oh, Steve, how long do we have

to keep on running away like this?

Steve, please go to the police.

Tell them what happened for

my sake. They'll believe you.

No, they won't.

They'll believe a cop's been killed. They'll

lock me up. who's gonna look after you?

- But why would they lock you up?

- Because I was there.

Look, Anne, I don't like this running away.

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