Savannah Smiles Page #3

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I don't know. I didn't ask her. Let's just get out of here.

I'll be damned, it started.

- Anybody something to drink?

- No, no, thank you.

- I'll be right back.

- Sure.

Hello? Yeah. Hi, Carol.

What? Hold it, I can't hear nothing you say.

- Try it again.

- I said I'm in the park. I can't find Savannah.

I've looked everywhere.

Joan?

- I'm really scared.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute. Was she with the children?

- Did you see her run off?

- Yeah, they were playing hide and seek.

- Did you try the playground?

- Yeah, I tried everywhere.

Carol, the street, anything.

But, come on, this is impossible,

she's gotta be there somewhere.

- What is it?

- Hold on.

They're at the park. They can't find Savannah anywhere.

Look, could you just stay right where you are?

I'll be right there.

Fine.

- She can't keep an eye on her for two minutes.

- Everything will be fine. Okay?

Come with me, please.

I think I want chocolate.

Have a nice day.

Wait, wait!

Here.

I don't like ice cream.

- Everyone likes ice cream, Alvie.

- Well, I don't.

- Then don't eat it.

- I ain't.

Hi, what's your story?

I'm sorry, officer.

I was starting to pull out and I lost control of my cone.

You lost control of your come?

Yes, sir, I saw it with my own eyes, sir.

You realize that attack an officer

with an object is against the law?

Yes, sir.

Hi, honey.

Let me see your driver's licence.

- What did you say, officer?

- I said, let me see your driver's licence.

- No, no. Before that.

- I said hi to your kid.

- Kid?

- Yeah.

That is your kid, isn't it?

Oh, you mean my sister's kid. Yeah, we just took her out

to have a big mac and an ice cream cone, officer.

Aha.

Motor 7. Motor 7. Come in, Motor 7.

Robbery with injuries at...

This is Motor 7. I'm on my way. Over.

Look, I've got an emergency call, so I don't have time to book

you two, but I'll remember you, so keep your noses clean. Okay?

Alvie...

we've got us a hot kid in tthe back seat there.

Yeah, we sure as hell do.

Hi.

Give her the ice cream.

You want some ice cream?

Thanks for not turning me in to the cops.

Why, honey? What did you do?

Maybe she's robbed a bank or something.

I don't want them to kick me back.

Back where, honey?

- What's your name, kid?

- Can't tell ya.

Sure you can. Uh...

We're your pals, aren't we?

We didn't turn you in to the cops now, did we?

- So you can tell us your name, can't ya?

- No.

- Maybe I'm ought to smack her a little bit.

- What you wanna her to do? Start screaming?

Um...

Honey, I gave you my ice cream, didn't I, huh?

- So you're gonna tell us who you are, aren't you?

- Nope.

- I think we've got a problem.

- Yeah.

One that could get us about 99 years in a federal den.

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