The Desperate Hours Page #2

A little lady with real guts.

Long distance. No double talk

and nobody gets hurt.

Mr James is calling Mrs James,

Atlantic 63389.

No, we don't write nothing down.

Atlantic 63389. Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh, PA.

Operator, I want to place a call

to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Mrs James. Mr James is calling.

- Atlantic 6...

- 3389.

... 3389.

Is that you, doll?

Don't talk now. Listen.

- Get here as fast as you can.

- Indianapolis?

Any trouble, call on the phone.

The number's... Broad Ripple 8493.

Address is 6459 North Preston.

Got it?

- Yes.

- OK, doll.

I'll look for you around midnight.

- Only careful, see?

- I'll see.

Got a customer, Dutch.

- You got a warrant?

- Got a warrant, Dutch?

- Fresh out of warrants.

- Where is she?

- Who?

- Where did she go?

- I want to see Sheriff Masters.

- Deputy Bard's in charge.

The gentleman wants to tell you

where Helen Miller went.

No rough stuff, Dutch.

Masters doesn't like rough stuff.

- Where's Sheriff Masters?

- In Michigan. Fishing.

- One coming.

- After you.

Dad, can't you go a little faster?

- I may not drive like your lawyer friend...

- Now, Dad!

Mother didn't say we couldn't talk

about him on the way home. How is he?

- I don't know. We had a fight.

- Oh, I'm crushed.

Nothing trivial, I hope.

Nothing serious. So sorry.

Uh-oh. Your mother

Left the car out again.

Open the garage door, will you, dear?

Close the door, folks.

Dan...

- That's being real sensible, mister.

- Ellie...

- I'm all right.

- Where's Ralphy?

- Not home yet.

- Stop pointing that gun at her.

- They left the door open.

- Shut it.

- The house is crawling with them.

- What are you doing here, Griffin?

- They're looking all over for you.

- They ain't looking here.

- What do you want?

- Take it easy.

- Why my house?

- Your break.

I like the location.

I like a house with a bike outside.

I love people with kids.

They don't take no chances.

Do you get it now, Hilliard? You can

get brave any time you feel like it.

You might get away with it.

But I ain't saying what's

going to happen to the others.

- How long?

- You ain't dumb, are you?

- How long?!

- About midnight, maybe sooner.

You see, we can play this together.

- Then nobody loses.

- Why midnight?

I got a friend bringing some dough.

As soon as she gets here, we get out.

What if the police find you here?

- What then?

- It wouldn't be pretty.

If that happens,

you folks get it first.

- Kid's turning in.

- Let me explain...

You pull anything, I'll let you

watch me kick the kid's face in!

It's all right, Ralphy.

- What's going on?

- It's all right.

Your old man knows where it's

buttered. How come you're so late?

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