The Desperate Hours Page #4

I've jumped off the garage.

How many times have I told you

to stay off... the roof of the garage?

But you could.

You could let yourself drop.

I bet you could, Dad.

Listen, Ralph.

You want me to call you Ralph.

You want to be considered a grown

boy. You've got to think like one.

We could get word to the Wallings

or the police. Then what, Ralph?

- The police would know what to do.

- Ralph, those guns down there,

they're loaded. It's not like

in the comic books or televisin.

Those are real bullets.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Yes, son, I'm afraid.

And I'm not ashamed of it.

Sometimes it's better to be afraid.

Well, I'm not! And neither is Cindy!

Hal, upstairs.

Sweetie, you get the pleasure.

If it's for Mr James, I'll take it.

Anybody else, let 'em talk,

except the brat.

Make it sound right,

just like any other night, normal.

Hello?

No, I...

Sore? No, no.

No, please! Not tonight.

No, wait, please!

- I flunked.

- Who was it?

- Sherlock Holmes!

- The boyfriend. He's coming over.

- You ain't as wise as I thought.

- He didn't give her a chance.

Hal, how would you like to take

the little spitfire dancing?

You ought to see him dance. He's got

all the babes groggy. Take a dance!

- What's the matter?

- Cut the clowning.

When Sherlock arrives, you duck out.

Hilliard, I got a job for you.

Go upstairs with Ralphy. Lock the door.

Don't open it until I tell you.

The gas is low in your car.

Fill her up and check the oil.

- Are you crazy?

- The kid and the missus stay.

- What do you think he's gonna do?

- Nothing. He's smart.

Clickety-click,

I can hear them wheels going around.

He's saying, "Griffin means business.

He ain't afraid to pull a trigger.

"Is it worth calling the cops,

when I only got a few hours to go?"

If they track you down,

it wouldn't be our doing.

- Maybe, maybe not. I'd never know.

- But you couldn't blame us!

I can do anything.

This is all you got to remember.

Any red lights out front,

or coppers setting up machine guns,

throwing tear gas,

you know who gets it?

Not you. Them. That's all

you gotta keep on your mind.

- Get me some Liquor.

- No liquor.

- He's right.

- You letting this joker give orders?

Nobody gives me orders.

Make it bourbon, bonded.

- Bring some papers.

- Would you like a scrapbook, too?

Wait upstairs until Chuck comes.

When you get back,

park the car heading out.

Nice family you got here.

But you'll see. He'll do something.

Let's go!

- Good evening, sir.

- Fill her up.

- Hi, Cindy.

- Hello, Chuck.

Well, this is more like it.

- On the phone, I thought...

- Chuck, let's go, please.

I'm glad you came.

I was afraid you wouldn't.

- Why?

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