The Blob Page #3

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I have to call Paul Taylor's folks. They haven't heard from him.

Let's face it, Bill. They're not going to.

You get that to Sacramento tonight. And I want the autopsy pronto...

...not next week.

Jesus wept!

Herb, you okay?

Taylor was a good kid.

I want the son of a b*tch who did this.

I think we've already got him.

Scott! Cut it out. I told you.

Come on, Vicki. You're wearing my ring.

That makes you my girl. Doesn't that count for something?

What are all those lights down there? Isn't that the hospital?

It's probably a promotional gimmick.

They're giving away free tonsillectomies.

I think that you're about ready for another one of my famous...

...cherry coolers. I think I've had enough.

Nonsense. You've never had enough.

My very own blend of special imported liquors.

Okay.

It's like a steam bath in here. Here's your drink, Vicki.

Hot as a dog out there tonight.

That's a...

That's a nice blouse.

Nice material.

It must be hot, though.

I'll just undo one of these for you.

That's better, huh?

Oh, no?

Oh, well.

I'll just...

...undo another one then.

Okay.

Oh God, Vicki!

No!

I shouldn't have let her go out with the son of a b*tch...

...in the first place.

Lower your voice. That poor boy's probably dead.

I want to know what happened out there tonight.

Whatever it was that Flagg kid was behind it.

It's about time they nailed that little psychopath.

His arse is going to fry this time. Believe me.

Here, take this.

I don't want it.

Come on, honey. You have to get some sleep.

That's my good girl.

Now, just let it alone.

I'm sure the police will have this whole thing settled by the morning.

Come on.

Mum?

You don't believe me either, do you?

You're home now.

You're safe.

That's all that matters.

Look at him. He's too stupid to know how much trouble he's in.

Why don't you wise up?

I told you everything. I'm getting tired of hearing myself talk.

We're not boring you, are we? A bright kid like you?

Am I under arrest?

Because if I am, I want a lawyer.

Now he wants a lawyer.

That's right. If you're not booking me, I'd like to leave.

Either way, I want you out of my face.

Oh yeah, hard-arse?

I'm in your face to stay. What are you going to do about it?

Go ahead, hit me!

Go ahead.

Any luck with his mama?

I can't seem to find her.

That's not unusual, is it?

She takes vacations with Johnnie Walker Red...

...and anyone else who happens to be around.

We could call his dad, if anyone knew who he was.

Call a shrink. I'm a broken man.

You think this is a joke?

Turn him loose.

We got eyewitnesses placing him at the crime scene.

We got no motive. No evidence. He hasn't got a drop of blood on him.

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