Take the Money and Run Page #8

with my wife.

I found this picture in a magazine.

A word from me and you're

back in prison, O.K.?

What do you feel like eating?

Virgil Starkwell becomes the victim

of a blackmail plot.

Miss Blair confident of her power

makes small demands for money.

These increase as time goes on.

Everything that he owns dear

to him is in jeopardy.

His life and family hang on the whim

of an unstable woman.

He is driven to desperation.

With the responsibility of a wife

and child to protect,

Virgil Starkwell contemplates murder.

What would u like to drink?

Oh, what do you have?

How about some Sherry,

I have some very fine Sherry?

What's the matter?

Did you hurt your hand?

Clumsy!

I'll be right here.

Disguising two sticks

of dynamite as candles,

he sends Miss Blair

an anonymous gift.

The plot fails however,

as he manages to make the dynamite

too think to fit into the candlesticks.

Determined to rid himself

of the blackmailer,

he rents a car and attempts

to run her over.

You know, I think somebody's

trying to kill me.

Oh! Don't be silly.

When I came home

from work last night,

there was a car in my living room

trying to run me over.

- A car? It must be your imagination.

- No.

- Who would try to kill you?

- I don't know. I have no enemy.

- You didn't tell anybody did you?

- No.

You can do the carving.

Virgil!

Can't you wait?

I mean you eat like an animal.

It's delicious, really.

I'll get the salad dressing,

we'll make a toast,

then you start on the turkey leg.

What are you doing in there?

Oh, just creating the proper

atmosphere dear.

I'm a sucker for atmosphere.

- Why don't you carve the turkey.

- Yes, of course my darling.

Someone sent these as a gift.

They were too big to use,

so I shaved them off at the bottom.

With law enforcement

agencies on his trail,

Virgil takes his family

and heads south.

Here they manage to secure

cheap lodging temporarily.

This is really a desperate time

of my life, you know.

I... we had no money.

I tried mugging old ladies but

I get hit in the groin with crutches.

I didn't know what to do.

I tried counterfeiting for a while.

You know, I just got the plates

fouled up and everything.

Once Lincoln came out

smoking a cigarette.

I robbed a butcher shop.

That was the best I could do.

I got away with 116 veal cutlets.

Then I had to go out and rob

a tremendous about of breading.

Their money gone and

with food scarce,

the Starkwells live

like hunted animals.

We weren't very happy then.

Oh no, this was the low point

of my existence.

I was thinking about

getting out of crime

altogether and maybe

becoming a singer or something.

Must have been a very tough

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