The Desperate Hours Page #5

- You know, after last night...

I'm sorry, Cindy.

About time!

You wouldn't mind taking your hands

out of your pockets, would you?

How about that?

Kinda generous, aren't you?

- Clickety-clickety-click.

- You're off your rocker!

Not that we ain't thankful. You don't

want us to drink ourselves to sleep.

Kobish, check that car.

This guy's getting ideas.

Maybe there's coppers

in the back seat. You check it.

Hal! Look at that car.

I'll cover you.

All right, Pop, in there.

Over there.

Eight years and then you can't open it!

You're all right.

You're working your headpiece

overtime, but you're not a bad guy.

Your woman's waiting.

This guy ain't yellow. I taught him.

- You taught me everything.

- That's right.

Except how to live

in a house like this.

Darling, it's such a short time now,

Less than three hours.

All they'll have is the car.

That's insured. As soon as they've

gone, you'll pick up the phone.

- Sure.

- What are you thinking?

- Nothing, dear.

- What, Dan?

- You're right. It'll soon be over.

- There's something else.

They'll leave, you'll pick up...

They can't let you do that.

- How can he stop it?

- He can't.

He must have a plan.

- I know what you're thinking.

- Don't imagine things, Ellie.

They'll have to take someone.

Dad, don't let them take me.

Ralphy, I just explained

to your mother...

- Please don't let them take me!

- They're not taking you or anyone.

- I won't let them.

- How are you going to stop them?

I'll stop them. I'll find a way.

Get under the covers, darling.

Go back to sleep.

I just had a silly idea, that's all.

Those men

hadn't even thought of that.

Goodnight, Chuck.

You had me so balled up, Cindy.

But I know now.

- What? What do you know?

- It's your father.

I know how he feels about me.

Well, I'm going to

have it out with him.

- No!

- The lights are on. He must be up.

- I said no! It's not that at all.

- Well, what is it, then?

Have fun, sweetie?

What you been doing?

Get upstairs, miss.

- Ain't been searched yet.

- Where's Griffin?

- Stay there!

- We searched the old man.

- Come up, Cindy. Where's Griffin?

- Lift your arms, baby.

- Hold it, Kobish. Hold it, I said!

- What you think...?

- Where'd you get that?

- Go upstairs, miss.

- Where'd you get that gun?

- Hal, you fool!

- Go sleep it off, Kobish.

- Both of you. Both got guns, huh?

Only me. Should have known.

OK, you brothers, you wait.

You just wait!

- Get to bed.

- Just a minute, sis.

You don't get off that easy.

Close the curtains. Gimme that coat.

- Lift your arms.

- Griffin!

Shut up! Come on, get 'em up.

I gotta stop that fool.

Hold it right there.

Don't think I won't.

Kobish!

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