Desperate Hours Page #6

How did he talk you

into this, Wally?

Nobody talked me

into nothing, all right?

Really?

Seems to me you're

in deep sh*t, kid.

( Door closes )

A man is not a gentleman

unless he knows how to mix

a proper martini...

and tie a proper bow tie.

( Recording beeps )

Hi, Nancy. it's Nora.

Nothing important.

Just called to say hi.

Call me back at 555-4810.

Nancy:

555-4810.

( Line clicks, beeps )

Wally:
Where's the heat in this place?

It's getting chilly in here.

Nora:

it doesn't work.

( Utensil clatters )

Michael:
Got to be careful

with these things, "Sheriff."

- You could get yourself...

- ( Thumps )

Mmm. Hm.

Shouldn't your girlfriend

have called by now?

( Fanfare plays )

And yours?

Albert:

Mike! Michael, it's the news!

Let's go.

Come on.

( Program music plays )

News anchor:
Good evening.

Attorney Nancy Breyers says

it's a miracle escaped killer

Michael Bosworth did not kill her.

Police officials report

she's cooperating fully...

Maybe we should get

the hell outta here, Mike.

She's cooperating.

I told you.

I told you she would do that.

You heard that, right?

News anchor:

Now the latest we...

You know,

you're as thick as two bricks.

Don't you understand

that the more she cooperates

the more they're gonna think

she's a victim?

Would you do me a favor, Wally?

Don't think.

Don't talk to me like Albert, Mike!

I'm your brother.

All right, come here!

Don't you...

- ( piano bangs )

- Don't you understand, huh?!

Listen to me! Look at me!

I love her.

She's the only person that I'd die for.

- Now you get it together.

- ( Tires screech )

( rock music playing )

( music continues,

engine rumbles )

May:
Look at you.

You're blushing.

- He gonna come in?

- Nora:
He never does.

- She's some piece of work.

- Don't hurt her. Please! Don't let...

Hey, I don't...

l didn't mean any disrespect.

Wally:
I would never hurt your daughter.

I would never hurt any girl.

( Both shouting )

if that kid comes in here...

I'm gonna start with you.

- Hi, Kyle! Hi, honey.

- May:
Daddy, hi!

- Hi.

- You mad at me?

Mad at you? No. I love you.

You know that.

I love you.

Hey, you know what?

Look, why don't I buy

you guys dinner?

You know,

just go and have some fun.

Mom wants you and Zack

to spend the weekend with me

- so I'll see you at my place later.

- Kyle:
I can't.

- Here, take it.

- I work tonight, sir.

Well, take the night off.

I'll pay you double time.

Tim:
How much do you make?

Go on, take it.

Hey, May! Come here!

( Music continues )

May! Come back!

May!

There's nothing we can do, May.

Give me back my Walkman.

( Player clicks )

( all shouting )

Easy, Albert! Easy!

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