This Gun for Hire Page #3

Vacation's over

and I'm on a case.

Don't you get it?

I don't have to go back

to Los Angeles yet.

You're here.

Well, it's perfect.

Except for one thing.

I'm going to Los Angeles.

You missed!

Oh, I lived

to see the day!

What for?

A job.

That was my good news. I thought

we'd be down there together.

How long you gonna be there? I'm

not sure yet. I'm leaving tonight.

Look, sugar,

what does it take to get you

to darn my socks,

cook my corned beef

and cabbage...

and sort of confine your magic

to one place and one customer?

Oh, Michael, I would've died if you'd

let me go away without saying something.

I want my guy.

I want a home, some kids.

Honey, you've got your guy.

But I understand

kids take time.

...and the girl is expected

at the store.

Detective Crane,

proceed immediately.

Okay.

Do some magic.

Tell that horn to go

away. Go away, horn.

I didn't hear a thing.

I'm sorry.

I've gotta run, darling.

How 'bout it? Say when. Two bucks

and the justice of the peace, huh?

Sunday?

But my job!

No, no, no, that's out

now. I can't quit on them.

Why not? Just give them

a week's notice starting last week.

Listen, darling, it isn't really

the job. It's something else.

I'll marry you the minute you get

to Los Angeles, but it must be there.

Why?

I can't tell you why.

Well, this is a fine start!

Michael, listen!

One of the hot bills

was passed in a dress shop.

We've got to get there quick.

The guy's girl's coming up.

I've gotta leave,

darling. Come on. Michael,

I'm leaving on

the 7:
00 Southern Pacific.

Please come.

If I can.

He's acted funny

ever since he came here.

He don't talk to nobody, he don't

look at nobody. Like he's got a secret.

I haven't looked up his record

yet, but I wouldn't doubt it.

The girl ain't lyin';

His name is Raven.

Is he in now?

I think so, Officer.

What do you know about him?

I can tell you. He's no good.

You took a present from him,

didn't you?

It wasn't a present.

He tore my dress, that's why.

Anyway, I was gonna sell it back

and take the money.

How'd he happen

to tear your dress?

All I did was chase his cat

out of the room.

And you know what? Just for that,

he hits me right in the face.

He treats everybody

like that.

What's his room number? Room 9. Here.

Here's a key.

Okay.

And you, don't leave.

When I can see him in

handcuffs? Ha! Don't worry.

I'm going up to his room.

Wait here.

Annie, my wife would never forgive me.

She'd have triple fits if she missed this.

I'll call home, and you

try her at Sissie's. Okay.

Don't put in that nickel.

Lift the receiver.

Dial.

Pretend you're talkin'

to the old lady.

Say, " Hello, Mrs. Stewart.

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