Lady in a Cage Page #3

How about we go

look in some windows?

Two minutes.

What's that, now?

It's a cup, like for babies, but it's...

I think it's a gold one.

I heard of silver ones, but a gold one!

"Baby Malcolm Cornelius Hilyard.

Weight 7 pounds, 3 ounces."

- Gold.

- Let's go look what's upstairs.

What's the matter?

George is your name?

George. Yeah. George. I told you,

George L. Brady Jr.

The L is for Luckman,

that's my mother. German.

George, this is big.

This thing you found us here

is big, real important,

and I'll always be grateful, but let's

not lose it out of being greedy.

- What do you mean?

- Suppose somebody comes,

- you could handle him?

- I don't want no other man.

I just don't.

Okay, George.

Let's look at the rest of the house.

You just can't make up your mind,

can you?

Repent one minute, slobber the next.

Slobber, slobber.

Here's the...

A lot of wine.

Close that door. Close it.

Close that door!

My whole future is at stake!

Close it yourself.

Get out!

You want some other man here

instead of me, go on, get out!

Call your butler, why don't you, and

have him escort me to the door.

Stop her.

Take it off the hook or something.

Help! Help! Please help.

1132 Lenko.

Emergency. Help!

This is Mrs. Hilyard.

I am trapped, address is 1132 Lenko!

Help! Help! Please.

I am trapped in small,

private elevator.

1132 Lenko Street.

1132 Lenko Street.

Help! Please help. I...

This is my house.

My son's and mine.

I broke my hip a few months ago,

and I am somewhat incapacitated.

I need help.

Haven't you ever needed help?

Perfume?

Isn't that perfume? A woman?

Are you a woman?

Listen.

Hello.

My name is Hilyard.

I am Mrs. Hilyard.

What's your name?

Won't you answer me?

Please answer me.

Let me alone! Leave me alone!

Somebody! Run! Somebody!

Arriba.

Did you think you could keep this

to yourselves?

An old wino and a fat hustler?

What is this?

What are you doing here?

Oh! I cut my rear. I think I'm cut bad.

If you're cut in your rear, muchacha,

you ain't cut near nothing delicate.

I'm bleeding all over my dress,

all over the floor. I think

I'm bleeding to death.

I think I cut a main vessel. I gotta find

a place to stop the bleeding.

Now, you better tell me

what you're doing here

with these things on your faces.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid of being identified, dad.

She see you, the lady in the elevator?

Oh, no, no, she didn't see me.

Hey, how about this big old

flop-flop!

We really got ahold of

something super!

- I can't see good with this thing on.

- Leave that on your head.

Randall's always talking

about holding up

a bank money truck or something.

- Keep the mask on.

- Okay.

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