The Killing Page #8

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you've got on your shoulders.

You wanna keep it there, or do you wanna

start carrying it around in your hands?

Maybe we could compromise

and put it on your shoulder.

- I think that'd be nice, don't you?

- What were you doing outside that door?

Doing? I was listening, naturally.

Trying to, I should say.

Oh, you admit it?

You admit you were out there snooping?

Yes. Wasn't that naughty of me?

But I'm afraid I was.

I found an address in George's pocket.

I thought he might be playing around

with another woman, so I came over here.

And you'd care if he was playin'

another dame? That would bother you?

You don't understand me, Johnny.

You don't know me very well.

I know you like a book.

You're a no good, nosy little tramp.

You'd sell out your own mother for a piece

of fudge, but you're smart along with it.

Smart enough to know when to sell

and when to sit tight, and you know

you better sit tight in this case.

- I do?

- You heard me. You like money.

You got a great big dollar sign there

where most women have a heart.

So play it smart. Stay in character,

and you'll have money, plenty of it.

George'll have it, and he'll blow it on you.

Probably buy himself a five-cent cigar.

Mmm. You don't know me

very well, Johnny.

I wouldn't think of letting George

throw his money away on cigars.

Isn't there a big "if" in there somewhere?

Yeah. There's a couple of 'em.

If you're smart, if you keep your trap shut

and don't nose around anymore,

you'll have money.

You'll be loaded with a capital "L."

But if you don't, there'll be nothing.

We'll forget the whole thing.

Nothing will happen,

and you won't have a penny.

I wouldn't like that, and, frail as I am,

I'd much prefer to be loaded.

I think we understand each other.

Now beat it.

Those guys.

Fine friends they turned out to be.

Slappin' me around,

callin' me dirty names.

I thought that rotten Randy

would cave the side of my head in.

Poor George.

You're all right now, aren't you, darling?

Doggone it, Sherry, you shouldn't

have come over there tonight.

It's a wonder we both didn't get killed.

I don't think there was much danger of that.

After all, if they'd killed you,

there couldn't be a robbery.

If they'd done anything to harm me

or seriously offend you, why -

They have offended me.

They've offended me plenty.

Oh, George, don't be such an old bear.

They have,

and I'm not gonna forget it in a hurry.

Well, what else could they have done?

I thought they acted quite reasonably.

Well, anyway -

What - What did Johnny do to you?

Do? I already told you.

Just asked me some questions

and made sure it was all right for me to leave.

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