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The Killing Script


 

                   

(PA) Lucky Arrow breaking on top.

Purple Shadow is second.



 

                   

(narrator) At exactly  3:45 on that Saturday

afternoon in the last week of September,



 

                   

Marvin Unger was perhaps the only one

of the 100,000 people at the track



 

                   

who felt no thrill at

the running of the fifth race.



 

                   

He was disinterested in horse racing and

held a lifelong contempt for gambling.



 

                   

Nevertheless, he had a five-dollar win bet

on every horse in the fifth race.



 

                   

He knew this unique system of betting

would more than likely result in a loss.



 

                   

But he didn't care. After all, he thought,

what would the loss of    dollars mean



 

                   

in comparison to the vast sum

of money ultimately at stake?



  

                   

- Bottle of ginger ale, please.

- Yes, sir. Comin' right up.



  

                   

Favourite broke bad.

Could be anybody's race.



  

                   

Could be.



  

                   

He's in the five-dollar win,

next to the five-dollar place.



  

                   

- Quite a crowd you got.

- Yeah.



  

                   

(PA) Passing the quarter pole, it is

Lucky Arrow and Purple Shadow



  

                   

with Stopwatch on the outside, third.



  

                   

At the head of the stretch, it is

Purple Shadow leading by a length.



  

                   

Lucky Arrow is second by three quarters.



  

                   

Stopwatch, coming up on the outside,

is third by a length and a quarter.



  

                   

Then Southern Star, Vain Effort, Stanley

Gabe, Third Row and Lover's Dilemma.



  

                   

It is Lucky Arrow... he's lost it by

a head. Purple Shadow by a head,



  

                   

and Stopwatch moving

fast on the outside.



  

                   

It's Lucky Arrow, Purple Shadow

and Stopwatch neck and neck.



  

                   

It's Lucky Arrow, Purple

Shadow and Stopwatch...



  

                   

(crowd roars)



  

                   

Purple Shadow second by a head,

Lucky Arrow third by a length



  

                   

and Southern Star finished fourth.



  

                   

(narrator) Waiting for the race

to become official, he began to feel



  

                   

he had as much effect on

the outcome of the operation



  

                   

as a piece of a jumbled jigsaw puzzle

has to its predetermined final design.



  

                   

Adding the missing

fragments of the puzzle



  

                   

would reveal whether the picture

was as he guessed it would be.



  

                   

(PA) The result of the fifth

race is now declared official.



  

                   

   dollars.



  

                   

(narrator) An hour earlier that same

afternoon, in another part of the city,



  

                   

Patrolman First Class Randy Kennan had

some personal business to attend to.



  

                   

Hiya, Tiny. What's the good word?



  

                   

Same as always. Havin' a ball.



  

                   

I'll see you later.



  

                   

Good evening, Randy.

How've things been?



  

                   

What's the use of kicking, Leo?

You wouldn't believe it anyway.



  

                   

I supposed they were very well.

After all, a man drives a new car,



  

                   

- lives in a fine apartment...

- So I like to live good. Any objections?



  

                   

None at all.



  

                   

If you don't overlook your obligation to

me. I trust it was purely an oversight.



  

                   

I'm sure a man in your position wouldn't

deliberately antagonise his creditors.



  

                   

I ain't got it, Leo. I know I should have it,



  

                   

and I'm as anxious to pay you off as

you are to have me, but I just ain't got it.



  

                   

Well, we all get a little

cramped now and then.



  

                   

Suppose we make it a thousand. I'll

rewrite the balance as a new loan.



  

                   

- Give you a fiscal breather. Fresh start.

- Leo, I'm broke. Get me? Flat broke.



  

                   

Right now I don't have a thousand cents.

If you can wait a coupla weeks...



  

                   

Might be arranged.

With the proper collateral, of course.



  

                   

You mean "Where is the dough

comin' from?" I can't tell you.



  

                   

But it's a plenty sweet deal and I'll

be able to pay out like a slot machine.



  

                   

- Two weeks, you said. No longer?

- Maybe even less than that.



  

                   

You know I wouldn't pull a thing

like this on you. I couldn't afford to.



  

                   

I'm glad you said that. I was going to point

out as much, but since you relieve me



  

                   

- of the unpleasant necessity...

- It's a deal, then?



  

                   

I pay you the      within two weeks?



  

                   

Plus $    a total of     .

The extra interest, of course.



  

                   

I trust that'll be satisfactory.



  

                   

- I couldn't say no.

- Thank you, Randy.



  

                   

I was sure you'd see it my way.



  

                   

Take good care of yourself.



  

                   

I'll take care of myself, mister.

That's my specialty.



  

                   

At  pm that same day, Johnny Clay,



  

                   

perhaps the most important thread in the

unfinished fabric, furthered its design.



  

                   

None of these men are criminals in

the usual sense. They've all got jobs,



  

                   

they all live seemingly normal, decent

lives, but they got their problems



  

                   

and they've all got a little larceny in 'em.



  

                   

Take my pal unger, for instance,

the guy who owns this apartment.



  

                   

He's putting up the money to operate with

and he's letting me stay here.



  

                   

He's a book-keeper. Been with

the same company for ten years.



  

                   

You know, Fay, the mistake I made

before was shooting for peanuts.



  

                   

Five years have taught me

one thing, if nothing else.



  

                   

If you take a chance,

be sure the reward's worth the risk.



  

                   

They can put you away just as fast

for a ten-dollar heist as for a million.



  

                   

You don't have to sell it to me. You know

I'll go along with anything you say.



  

                   

I always have, you know,

ever since we were kids.



  

                   

I've always believed you,

everything you've ever told me.



  

                   

Those five years you been away, I know

they must have been terrible for you.



  

                   

I mean... being locked up

must be a terrible thing.



  

                   

You know something?

This may sound funny, but...



  

                   

waiting for you all those years

and staying by myself,



  

                   

it was like... not that you were locked in,



  

                   

but I was locked out.



  

                   

Look at me. First time we're together

in five years and I'm making speeches.



  

                   

Now, now. Everything's gonna

be all right, I promise you.



  

                   

Make sure you're right about it, Johnny.

I'm no good for anybody else.



  

                   

I'm not pretty and I'm not very smart, so

please don't leave me alone any more.



  

                   

Nothing is gonna happen. Not this time.



  

                   

Well, I... I guess I'd better leave you be

now. I know you got a lot of work to do.



  

                   

- When will I see you again?

- Saturday night.



  

                   

We'll be on the plane together. Look, Fay,



  

                   

until it's all over, I want

you to stay out of the way.



  

                   

- If there's anything I can do to help...

- No. Just make the plane reservations.



  

                   

And tell 'em at the office that you're

leaving. Tell 'em you're getting married.



  

                   

I don't wanna say goodbye.



   

                   

- Oh.

- Hello, Marv. We were talking about you.



   

                   

- Hi, Johnny. Hi, Miss Fay.

- Hello.



   

                   

- I hope it was something nice.

- Oh, yes.



   

                   

Johnny was telling me what

a wonderful friend you were.



   

                   

- Fay was just leaving, weren't you?

- Don't rush off on my account.



   

                   

- She's late for an appointment.

- That's right.



   

                   

- You'll be sure to call me, won't you?

- Yeah. I'll do just what I told you.



   

                   

It was nice to see you again, Mr unger.

Take care of Johnny.



   

                   

- There's nothing I wouldn't do for Johnny.

- I'll see you.



   

                   

Half an hour earlier,

at approximately  .  



   

                   

Mike O'Reilly, the track

bartender, came home.



   

                   

Ruthie? I'm home.



   

                   

At  .   that night,



   

                   

George Peatty, the track cashier,

arrived at his apartment.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

- Feelin' OK?

- Fine.



   

                   

I been kinda sick. I keep

gettin' pains in my stomach.



   

                   

Maybe you got a hole in it.

Do you suppose you have?



   

                   

- How would I get a hole in my stomach?

- How would you get one in your head?



   

                   

Fix me a drink, George. I think

I'm developing some pains myself.



   

                   

Sherry, can't I say anything at all

without you joking about it?



   

                   

Hurry up with that drink, George.

The pains are gettin' worse.



   

                   

I saw somethin' nice comin' home on

the train tonight. Somethin' kinda sweet.



   

                   

- A candy bar, George?

- No, not a candy bar, doughnut.



   

                   

It was people.



   

                   

This couple sittin' in front of me.



   

                   

They weren't young, exactly. I guess

the woman was about your age.



   

                   

A little senile, you mean? With

one foot and a big toe in the grave?



   

                   

You wanna hear this or not, Sherry?



   

                   

I can't wait. Go ahead

and thrill me, George.



   

                   

Well, they were in front of me and I could

hear what they said. Well, part of it.



   

                   

- They weren't young, exactly...

- She was about my age, you said.



   

                   

Not any more. Maybe she was when

you started this story, but not now.



   

                   

Anyway, she called him poppa

and he called her momma.



   

                   

And the climax to this ex citing story?

The moral? The punch line, George?



   

                   

Forget it, Sherry. Just thought I'd tell

you about it, but I might have known.



   

                   

I know. You want to bet I know,

I'll give you seven to five.



   

                   

Cut it out, will you, Sherry?



   

                   

- I'm tired. I don't feel so good.

- You want me to call you poppa.



   

                   

- Isn't that it? And you'd call me momma.

- You know all the answers.



   

                   

Go ahead. It may be your last word,

but I'll try to kill you painlessly.



   

                   

I gotta go out. I don't suppose

there's anything for dinner?



   

                   

Of course there is.

There are all sorts of things.



   

                   

- Well, steak and asparagus and potatoes.

- I don't smell nothin'.



   

                   

- That figures. You're too far away from it.

- Too far away?



   

                   

Certainly. You don't think I had it cooked,

do you? It's down the shopping centre.



   

                   

Tell me something, would you,

Sherry? Just tell me one thing.



   

                   

Why did you ever marry me anyway?



   

                   

Oh, George, when a man has to ask his

wife that... He just hadn't better, that's all.



   

                   

Why talk about it?

Maybe it's all to the good.



   

                   

If people didn't have headaches, what

would happen to the aspirin industry?



   

                   

You used to love me.

You said you did, anyway.



   

                   

You made a memorable statement too.

Something about hitting it rich,



   

                   

having an apartment on Park Avenue and

a different car for every day of the week.



   

                   

Not that I care, as long as I have a big

handsome intelligent brute like you.



   

                   

It would make a difference,

wouldn't it? If I had money, I mean.



   

                   

How do you define money? If you mean

your collection of Roosevelt dimes...



   

                   

I mean big money. Hundreds

of thousands of dollars.



   

                   

You really aren't well. You sure

that pain's in your stomach?



   

                   

I'm gonna have it. Hundreds of thousands.



   

                   

- Maybe a half a million.

- Course you are, darling.



   

                   

You put the right address on the envelope

when you sent it to the north pole?



   

                   

Go ahead and laugh. Wait and see. You

won't be laughing so hard in a few days.



   

                   

You're serious. You really think

you're gonna have a lot of money.



   

                   

- I don't think nothin'. I know it.

- You've never been a liar, George.



   

                   

You don't have enough imagination to lie.



   

                   

What makes you think you'll have

several hundred thousand dollars?



   

                   

Cos I do. I just can't talk about it.



   

                   

- Not even to me?

- I shouldn't have even mentioned it.



   

                   

It's not that I mind, I know I can

trust you. But these other guys...



   

                   

- These other guys?

- I can't talk about it, Sherry. I just can't.



   

                   

These guys, is that why you're

going out? To meet them?



   

                   

They got nothing to do with that.

I just gotta go uptown for a while.



   

                   

I see. Well, go ahead. If you wanna act

that way, I certainly won't try to stop you.



   

                   

Sherry, no. Sherry, honey,

don't be sore at me.



   

                   

Well, when a woman's

been married five years



   

                   

and her husband doesn't trust her...

You think more of them than of me.



   

                   

What right have you got to say a thing

like that? You know I'm crazy about you.



   

                   

I'd do anything for you. You're the one

I'm doing it for. If I didn't love you so...



   

                   

I don't want you to do anything.

I don't even wanna talk to you.



   

                   

- Go see your fella, whatever you want.

- Sherry.



   

                   

Don't be surprised if I'm not here when

you get home. Don't at all be surprised.



   

                   

You better be here, you hear me?

You will be, won't you?



   

                   

You wouldn't do anything

foolish, would you?



   

                   

I wouldn't want to, but as long as you

don't trust me or have a bit of faith in me...



   

                   

If I ever found you with another man...



   

                   

Why? You have no use for me. You say

you do, but when it comes to a showdown



   

                   

or proving it, you say one thing

then you do the opposite.



   

                   

Well, I could tell you a little bit

about it, I guess. Well, most of it.



   

                   

- But you have to promise to keep quiet.

- Why, of course, darling.



   

                   

(buzzer)



   

                   

Just a second.



   

                   

- Well.

- Hello.



   

                   

- How'd you get away from George?

- He had to go somewhere.



   

                   

That's a break. I'm glad you called.



   

                   

- Something wrong, baby?

- No, nothing's wrong.



   

                   

- Can I get you a drink?

- No, I don't think so.



   

                   

Come on, now. That's not my baby.



   

                   

- Val, I called you last night.

- Oh, yeah?



   

                   

- There was no answer.

- Guess I stepped out.



   

                   

- I called you four times.

- Honey, I guess I was out somewhere.



   

                   

Oh? What'd you do?



   

                   

I dunno, I guess I was

goofing off at the movies.



   

                   

- Val, why are you doing this to me?

- I don't know what you mean.



   

                   

- I think you do.

- Oh, look, Mrs Peatty.



   

                   

What I do is my own business.

I never tried to pin you down, did I?



   

                   

I never asked how you got

your kicks before you met me.



   

                   

You didn't use to talk to me like that.



   

                   

I'm sorry, baby, but don't bug me.

I gotta live my life a certain way.



   

                   

- I can't stand it when the walls close in.

- But you know how crazy I am about you.



   

                   

And I'm crazy about you too, sweetheart.

I've given you sufficient proof of that.



   

                   

- Well, I know, but lately every time I call...

- So I step out once in a while.



   

                   

You got a husband who'll

spend every last nickel on you,



   

                   

won't ask questions if you come home

from an afternoon movie at nine at night.



   

                   

- Don't be greedy.

- I'm not, I'm in love with you.



   

                   

If that's being greedy,

I'm the biggest glutton on Earth.



   

                   

Don't make it so ominous.

It's not like you'll eat me alive.



   

                   

I may just do that.



   

                   

Darling, what are the two things

in life you're most interested in?



   

                   

- What?

- Money and women?



   

                   

- That's a nice way to put me down.

- Sums it up, doesn't it?



   

                   

We'll let it stand, but I imagine what you

meant to say was "money and woman".



   

                   

We'll have money. More money than you

ever dreamed of. Maybe even millions.



   

                   

- Oh, yeah? How?

- George, that's how.



   

                   

- He's stumbled onto something big.

- That meatball?



   

                   

A meatball with gravy, Val.

You know he works at the track.



   

                   

Well, somehow, don't ask me how,

he's got connected with a mob.



   

                   

They're gonna rob the track

offices for the day's receipts.



   

                   

He seriously told you that he and some

mob are gonna knock over the racetrack?



   

                   

You can believe him. George

may be a fool but he's not a liar.



   

                   

- He's crazy. It's never been done before.

- I know, I told him that.



   

                   

But he says the job's all set up

and it's gonna be done.



   

                   

And if I just sit tight, I'd be up to

my curls in cash, just like that.



   

                   

Well, let's suppose this is

all true. How do I fit in?



   

                   

Well, you know I'm gonna leave

George. I guess you know why, too.



   

                   

You've been saying that

for a long, long time, Sherry.



   

                   

Everything's changed.

I was gonna tell him tonight.



   

                   

George may be very rich very soon.



   

                   

- That's all he needs, isn't it?

- He'll still be George.



   

                   

So you think, uh, let's say George and his

boys pull this job and George gets his cut.



   

                   

- Maybe I could take it away from him.

- I think you could.



   

                   

And the others? Any idea who they are?



   

                   

Only this. I went through

his clothes while he was showering.



   

                   

I'm quite sure George went there tonight.



   

                   

Kiddo, I think we got somethin' here.



   

                   

You know, if this is true, this

is a lot bigger than you think.



   

                   

You're interested in takin' George's cut?



   

                   

It's gonna be peanuts

compared to this whole thing.



   

                   

We gotta find out more about the overall

plan. You think he'd tell you any more?



   

                   

Not a chance. He was scared stiff

cos he talked as much as he did.



   

                   

I don't get it, Johnny,

about these two other guys.



   

                   

You mean they're gonna be in on the deal,

and we ain't gonna know who they are?



   

                   

That's right. And they don't know who you

are. That makes sense to you, doesn't it?



   

                   

- Yes, I guess so, but...

- It makes sense to me all right.



   

                   

- How come we need 'em, though?

- One of them's for the job with the rifle.



   

                   

None of you could do it, even if you were

willing. The other starts a fight in the bar.



   

                   

What are they cutting in for? Not that

I mind, anything you do is OK, but...



   

                   

They're not in on the scheme. They get

paid to do certain duties at a certain time.



   

                   

And they're not cutting in on the take.

They get a flat price for a straight job.



   

                   

If they don't know about the basic plan,

the job, why are they doin' it?



   

                   

They're straight hoods, paid in advance.

Five grand for the one with the rifle,



   

                   

-      for the other.

- Where's this money comin' from?



   

                   

That's where Marvin comes in. He gets

us the      and gets it back off the top.



   

                   

Wish I could do more. It's almost not right

for me to get as much as everybody else.



   

                   

- After all, all I do is...

- Your money counts for plenty, Marv.



   

                   

- You don't hear them complaining.

- Sure. You're OK in our book, Marv.



   

                   

But if these hoods get paid in advance,

how do you know they'll do their jobs?



   

                   

I'll vouch for 'em. They're pros.

They can't afford to weasel out on a deal.



   

                   

If they did, they'd be washed up.

OK? Any other questions?



   

                   

Well, let's take a look at this, then.



   

                   

This is a rough drawing of

the track as I remember it.



   

                   

Randy, you'll have to get me an

A  street map of the whole district.



   

                   

George, Mike, I want you to go over

this thing with me inch by inch.



   

                   

Bring it up to date, add or

subtract the slightest change,



   

                   

even something as small as

the placing of a hot-dog stand.



   

                   

Now, give or take a few thousand,



   

                   

I figure the loot on this deal at two million.



   

                   

There should be that much in the offices.



   

                   

That includes profits on

pari-mutuel betting, breakage money,



   

                   

taxes from the mutuel machines, receipts

from concessions and the ticket sales.



   

                   

None of this money is allowed to

accumulate at any point on the track.



   

                   

Ex cept for change and the mutuel clerk's

payoff money, it all goes into the office.



   

                   

Out of the entire take, only a few thousand

dollars is put in the safe for emergencies.



   

                   

The rest is out in the open,

held for pick-up by armoured car.



   

                   

That car arrives about five o'clock and

parks directly in front of the clubhouse.



   

                   

Two men stay in it. One at the wheel,

one at a machine gun in the turret.



   

                   

Two others collect the dough.

They're armed, of course.



   

                   

So are the track detectives who

cover them from the car to the office.



   

                   

- Once the car arrives, a stick-up is...

- (clatter)



   

                   

Is out of the question.



   

                   

(door opens/woman gasps)



   

                   

(thud)



   

                   

(Randy) Say, what in the name of Pete

would a babe be doing outside that door?



   

                   

(Johnny) What do you think? You guys,

any of you ever see this woman before?



   

                   

- It's Sherry, my wife.

- You been talking. You spilled to her.



   

                   

I didn't. What, do you think

I'm crazy? I wouldn't...



   

                   

You jerk! You clown! Come on, clown,

sing us a chorus from Pagliacci.



   

                   

You better talk, George,

or we'll get it out of her.



   

                   

Please, you wouldn't do

anything to hurt her? Please.



   

                   

- If you won't say what you told her...

- I didn't tell her nothin', honest I didn't.



   

                   

- Why would I do a thing like that?

- Sure you wouldn't.



   

                   

She's a building inspector. Just stopped

there to measure the keyhole. Why, you...



   

                   

Let's have it. We'll get it out of

one of you. If you didn't tell her,



   

                   

why was she around here snoopin'?



   

                   

She must have found the address

in my pocket. Sure, that's it.



   

                   

Thought I was two-timing her,

runnin' around with another...



   

                   

Of course. She's just

checkin' up on me, John.



   

                   

I ain't done nothin', honest I didn't.



   

                   

You'll let her go, won't you?

You won't hurt her, John?



   

                   

Randy? Mike? Take him to his apartment

and stick with him until I phone.



   

                   

- No, I'm not leaving Sherry!

- You're leavin' all right.



   

                   

- How are you goin'? Slidin' or walkin'?

- Come on, George, let's go.



   

                   

What are you gonna do now, Johnny?



   

                   

Ah, I don't think I'll have to kill her. Just

slap that pretty face into hamburger meat.



   

                   

Marv, take yourself

a walk for an hour or so.



   

                   

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'll be

back in a couple of hours.



   

                   

All right, sister, that's a pretty

head you got on your shoulders.



   

                   

You wanna keep it there or

carry it around in your hands?



   

                   

We could compromise and put it on

your shoulder. I think that'd be nice.



   

                   

- What were you doing outside that door?

- Doing? I was listening, naturally.



   

                   

- Trying to, I should say.

- 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 was playing around, so I...



   

                   

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 nosey little tramp.



   

                   

You'd sell out your mother for

a piece of fudge, but you're smart.



   

                   

You know when to sell, when to sit tight.

You know to sit tight now.



   

                   

- I do?

- You heard me. You like money.



   

                   

You got a big dollar sign where

most women have a heart.



   

                   

So play it smart and you'll have money.

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



   

                   

- Probably buy himself a five-cent cigar.

- 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, keep your trap shut and

don't nose around, you'll have money.



   

                   

You'll be loaded. If you don't, we'll forget

the whole thing. 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 my head in.



   

                   

Poor George.

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



   

                   

Doggone it, you shouldn't have come over

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



   

                   

There wasn't much danger of that. If they

killed you there couldn't be a robbery.



   

                   

They did anything to harm me,

it would offend you...



   

                   

They have offended me.

Offended me plenty.



   

                   

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

- They have, and I won't forget in a hurry.



   

                   

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.



   

                   

- Sherry, did Johnny try anything?

- George, what a terrible thing to ask.



   

                   

- I was sure you wouldn't.

- You'd better not say any more.



   

                   

Why did you come over there?

It wasn't for the reason you said.



   

                   

It was for the reason you said.

You said it yourself.



   

                   

I was making an alibi for you.

I was afraid those guys'd kill you.



   

                   

You know I wouldn't look at another

woman. No women would chase after me.



   

                   

Oh, let's drop it. You put words in my

mouth, then you say they're not true.



   

                   

I told you exactly what happened.



   

                   

Oh, dear. Everything's all right

with you and your pals now.



   

                   

- You're gonna have lots of money and...

- I been thinkin' it over.



   

                   

I can hardly wait. How soon

will it be, George? What day?



   

                   

It ain't going to be, Sherry.

I'm droppin' out.



   

                   

You're dropping...? Oh, you

don't mean it. You can't mean it.



   

                   

I'm afraid, Sherry. This business

tonight, it kinda opened my eyes.



   

                   

It made me realise the kind of

guys I was gettin' mixed up with.



   

                   

- Before, all I thought of was the money.

- You just keep on thinking about that.



   

                   

Think how disappointed I'd be

if you didn't get that money.



   

                   

I'd feel like you didn't really love me.

I don't see how I could feel any other way.



   

                   

Why? Why should I have to do a thing

like that to prove to you that I love you?



   

                   

George, what are you gonna do?

I wanna know right now.



   

                   

All you ever do is talk about loving me.

That's all I've had for the last five years.



   

                   

Now you have a chance to do something

and to... all those things you promised,



   

                   

buy me things... Well,

what are you gonna do?



   

                   

You know there ain't a thing

in the world I wouldn't do for you.



   

                   

Then you'll do this for me, won't you?



   

                   

- I guess so.

- lt'll be perfect.



   

                   

You have no idea how perfect.



   

                   

I won't have long to wait, will I? It will

be within the next few days, won't it?



   

                   

- When will it be, George?

- You got your own way, Sherry.



   

                   

You want me to go ahead with the deal,

so I am. Now leave me alone, will you?



   

                   

I'm sorry, darling. Of course. We won't

even talk about it if you don't want to.



   

                   

- You really love me, Sherry?

- Of course.



   

                   

- You'll always love me?

- Always and always.



   

                   

Three days later, at   .   on a Tuesday,



   

                   

Johnny Clay began the final preparations.



   

                   

- You want somebody to play with?

- No, thanks. I'm lookin' for a friend.



   

                   

Oh, you pizda. You missed a move.

Knight to knight five, pawn takes knight,



   

                   

rook takes rook, queen

to rook four, check...



   

                   

Go bother someone else! He couldn't do

that. You don't know what you're talking.



   

                   

Shut up, pizda. Make a move.



   

                   

- He's right. I could have won your rook.

- Move, pizda.



   

                   

Look, stop talking or I'll call Fisher.

I can't think with this noise!



   

                   

Good game, Maurice?



   

                   

- Johnny, my old friend. How are you?

- Good to see you. Been a long time, eh?



   

                   

- How long have you been out?

- Not long.



   

                   

- It was difficult, no?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Very difficult.

- You have my sympathies, Johnny.



   

                   

You have not yet learned that

you have to be like everyone else.



   

                   

The perfect mediocrity.

No better, no worse.



   

                   

Individuality is a monster, and

it must be strangled in its cradle



   

                   

to make our friends feel comfortable.



   

                   

You know, I often thought

that the gangster and the artist



   

                   

are the same in the eyes of the masses.



   

                   

They're admired and hero-worshipped,

but there is always present



   

                   

underlying wish to see them

destroyed at the peak of their glory.



   

                   

Yeah. Like the... Like the man said,



   

                   

"Life is like a glass of tea."



   

                   

Oh, Johnny, my friend,

you never were very bright.



   

                   

But I love you anyway.



   

                   

How's life been treating you, Maurice?



   

                   

About the same as always. When I need

some money, I go out and wrestle.



   

                   

But mostly I'm up here,

wasting my time playing chess.



   

                   

But I wouldn't know what to do with

myself if I didn't have this place to go to.



   

                   

Maurice, could you use      dollars?



   

                   

It does have a nice ring to the ear.

Quite musical. What is it for?



   

                   

For taking care of half a dozen

private dicks. Racetrack cops.



   

                   

Start a fight with the bartender.

The track cops will break it up.



   

                   

You keep 'em busy, make 'em drag you

out. No gunplay, strictly a muscle job.



   

                   

Would it be out of order for me to ask

why you would pay such a price



   

                   

to see me demonstrate my talents?



   

                   

I would imagine... it is for more than

just your personal entertainment.



   

                   

$     is a lot of dough, Maurice.

Part of it's for not asking questions.



   

                   

That sounds not unreasonable.

Still, I will probably go to jail,



   

                   

and jails I have found unpleasant.



   

                   

Food is very bad, company

is poor, beds are too small...



   

                   

It'll only be a disorderly conduct

charge. Maybe    days, no worse.



   

                   

And if a man has a little money to

spread around, he'll be comfortable.



   

                   

I do not quite understand, Johnny.



   

                   

For what you want me to do, you could

get any hoodlum for a hundred dollars.



   

                   

I don't want any hoodlum. I want a guy

like you, someone who's dependable,



   

                   

who knows he's paid to take a risk

and won't squawk if it gets rough.



   

                   

I was thinking if perhaps we can

work out some other arrangement.



   

                   

     I like very much.



   

                   

But suppose I were

willing to forgo part of it



   

                   

and take a share in your...

enterprise instead. No?



   

                   

No. It's not mine to share up.



   

                   

Very well, Johnny. I sense there

will be certain details to work out.



   

                   

Yeah. I'll buy you a cup of coffee, huh?



   

                   

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah, exactly what I wanted.



   

                   

You could take care of a roomful of

people with that. Maybe not kill 'em all,



   

                   

- but they wouldn't do much afterwards.

- I knew you'd take care of it, Nicky.



   

                   

- How long you had this place?

- Almost a year.



   

                   

Picturesque, but there

can't be much profit in it.



   

                   

There isn't. But there isn't much trouble

neither. What are you thinkin' about?



   

                   

A job. Your kind of a job. A job with a rifle.



   

                   

- What kind of money, pops?

-     .



   

                   

- Who do I have to kill?

- A horse.



   

                   

- A horse?

- A four-legged horse.



   

                   

- And for that I get     ?

- Well, for that and...



   

                   

- I figured there'd be a gimmick.

- It's not as tough as you may think.



   

                   

You shoot the horse and if anything

goes wrong, you don't squawk.



   

                   

- All I gotta do is bump off a horse?

- It's a special kind of a horse, Nick.



   

                   

For certain reasons,

including your protection,



   

                   

I won't give you the whole story,

just your part of it.



   

                   

Next Saturday is the $       handicap.

In the seventh race, the big race,



   

                   

a certain horse is running. The best

three-year-old to come along in years.



   

                   

He's a winner and won't pay even money

cos half the people will be down on him.



   

                   

There's a parking lot     feet from

the northwest corner of the track.



   

                   

From a car parked in the corner of

that lot, you get a view of the horses



   

                   

as they come around

and start into the stretch.



   

                   

A man in a car parked there using a

high-powered rifle with a telescopic sight



   

                   

could bring down

any horse with a single shot.



   

                   

A man with your eye

would hardly need a sight.



   

                   

That horse is worth quarter of a million,

and the crowd would go nuts.



   

                   

Let 'em. You can do it, and you'd have

no trouble getting away in the confusion.



   

                   

Red Lightning will be leading

in the stretch. So he goes down,



   

                   

a couple of other horses pile up on top

of him. There'll be plenty of confusion.



   

                   

One more thing. Suppose by accident you

do get picked up. What have you done?



   

                   

You shot a horse. It isn't murder,

in fact I don't know what it is,



   

                   

but the best thing they could get

you on would be inciting a riot,



   

                   

- or shooting horses out of season.

- You make it sound real simple, pops.



   

                   

     bucks for rubbin' out a horse.



   

                   

- OK, pops, how do I get it?

-      today,      the day after the race.



   

                   

OK. Crazy. Now, tell me,

what's your angle, John?



   

                   

They'll probably call the race off,

and not pay off any of the bets?



   

                   

Maybe, but what my

angle is is my business.



   

                   

     bucks is a lot, and that's why I'm

paying it. So nobody knows my business.



   

                   

All right, John. You ain't gonna get

no trouble with me. I'm with you.



   

                   

- I'm lookin' for Joe Piano.

- Who's lookin'?



   

                   

- Patsy sent me.

- Patsy who?



   

                   

- Patsy Gennelli.

- Where did you see Patsy?



   

                   

Alcatraz. We roomed together. My name...



   

                   

Don't tell me who you are.

What can I do for you?



   

                   

I want a place to stay for a week. I won't

be in it much, I don't want it cleaned



   

                   

- and I want anybody in it ex cept myself.

- I think I can accommodate you.



   

                   

- So how's the boy?

- He's fine. He's doing it on his ear.



   

                   

- He's the best pitcher they got.

- I know.



   

                   

- He said not to worry about him.

- He's doing the book. I worry plenty.



   

                   

- He's tough, maybe he'll get a break.

- Yeah, I know. Let's hope.



   

                   

There. I got another one. Don't worry

about leaving anything here.



   

                   

It'll be safe. I'm always over here.

There'll be no maid service.



   

                   

- You wanna leave anything?

- This, and another bag next week.



   

                   

- Don't worry. Nobody will disturb them.

- What'll it be?



   

                   

- Oh, no, no. No charge. Patsy sent you.

- Sure he sent me, but he's a friend.



   

                   

I'd feel better if I paid. A business

arrangement. I can afford it.



   

                   

- OK, then. It'll be ten dollars a week.

- All right.



   

                   

I'll send the money in the bus to the boy.

Thank you very much. Have a nice time.



   

                   

Four days later, at  .  am,

Sherry Peatty was wide awake.



   

                   

- Gosh, honey, did I wake you? I'm sorry.

- It's all right.



   

                   

- I couldn't sleep.

- Can I get you anything? More coffee?



   

                   

No, I guess not.

Nice of you to offer, though.



   

                   

I don't know, I'm just restless. I'll be

all right. Go on back to bed, will you?



   

                   

I won't. Even if I don't get up

to get my husband's breakfast,



   

                   

the least I can do is sit with him

while he has his coffee.



   

                   

Sherry, are you sure you feel all right?



   

                   

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that

the way it sounded.



   

                   

I deserved it.



   

                   

I know I've been irritable and moody

lately and I haven't acted like I should.



   

                   

It's just I can't stand living like this. This

crummy apartment, hamburger for dinner.



   

                   

- You haven't been so bad, baby.

- Yes, I have.



   

                   

Things are gonna be different. When we

get all that money and have nice things,



   

                   

I'll stop thinking about myself so much.

Your problems will be my problems.



   

                   

Whenever you're worried, like now. Is it

the robbery that you're worried about?



   

                   

Yeah, I guess. Just a little. Oh, I have no

reason to. I know it's gonna be all right.



   

                   

It's natural you'd be

upset at a time like this.



   

                   

It's today, isn't it?



   

                   

What makes you think that? Just because

I couldn't sleep, it doesn't mean...



   

                   

I know my Georgie. He can't fool me.

I'm right, aren't l, darling?



   

                   

- Today is the day we get all that money?

- No, you ain't. It isn't today.



   

                   

If you don't stop pestering me, trying to

find out, there ain't gonna be no money.



   

                   

- But George, how can you...?

- I mean it, Sherry. I'm gettin' fed up.



   

                   

You heard what Johnny told you. Stop

butting in, or he'll call the whole thing off.



   

                   

He told me something else,

which I neglected to tell you.



   

                   

That if I did butt in, as you and he

choose to call it, he'd break my neck.



   

                   

Maybe he had reason to. He wanted to

make you understand he means business.



   

                   

All I've got to say is,

you've changed your tune



   

                   

since he and his friends

slapped you around.



   

                   

I was sore about that,

but what could they do?



   

                   

You said they acted reasonable.

We had no reason to hold a grudge.



   

                   

I'm not gonna argue with you.

If you let people beat you up,



   

                   

- then take their side against your wife...

- But you did! I wanted to quit.



   

                   

You wouldn't let me.

You said I had no reason to.



   

                   

Anyway, Johnny didn't lay a hand on me.

None of the guys did but Randy.



   

                   

I was gonna tell you

something about Johnny,



   

                   

but since you feel about him like

you do, take his word against mine...



   

                   

What about him?

What were you gonna tell me?



   

                   

- Let's stop the conversation right there.

- What were you gonna tell me, Sherry?



   

                   

I don't think I can tell you when

you feel like you do about him.



   

                   

Not havin' any faith in me,

and keepin' secrets.



   

                   

We won't have any secrets.

What happened?



   

                   

Well, I tried to tell you about

this the other night, but...



   

                   

you were so upset, and every time

I tried to say anything you cut me off.



   

                   

Sherry, what are you trying to tell me?



   

                   

I tried to stop him.

I pleaded and I struggled.



   

                   

It doesn't matter, does it? The only thing

that matters is how I feel about you now.



   

                   

It is today, isn't it?



   

                   

Earlier that morning, at  am, Red

Lightning was fed a half portion of feed



   

                   

in preparation for the seventh race that

day, the $       Lansdowne Stakes.



   

                   

At seven that morning Johnny Clay began

what might be the last day of his life.



   

                   

Yeah, all right, all right.



   

                   

- What time is it?

- It's early yet. Only seven.



   

                   

You better go back to sleep after

I leave. I just wanted to say goodbye.



   

                   

Till tonight, that is. Everything's all set.

Should go perfectly, but if it doesn't,



   

                   

don't talk about it. You're in the clear for

everything but being short on your books.



   

                   

Oh, I'm not worried about that.



   

                   

In fact, I'm not worried about anything.

I just wish there was more I could do.



   

                   

You've done your part.

I only hope we can do ours as well.



   

                   

We... we'll probably never see each other

again after we split the money tonight,



   

                   

but... in my book you'll

always be a stand-up guy.



   

                   

Johnny, I... I don't know how to say this,



   

                   

and I don't even know

if I have the right, but...



   

                   

I've always thought maybe

you're like my own kid.



   

                   

- Ah, you can say anything you want.

- You've had a lot of rough breaks.



   

                   

Maybe you've made a few mistakes,

but after today, the good Lord willing,



   

                   

you'll be a new man. A rich man.



   

                   

And that can make a lot of difference.



   

                   

You got a lot of life ahead of you,

a lot of people to meet.



   

                   

- People of quality and substance.

- What are you gettin' at?



   

                   

Wouldn't it be great if we

could go away, the two of us,



   

                   

and let the old world

take a couple of turns



   

                   

and have a chance

to take stock of things?



   

                   

It can be pretty serious and terrible,

particularly if it's not the right person.



   

                   

Getting married, I mean.



   

                   

You better go back to sleep.



   

                   

The seventh race starts about  .  

if you want to catch it on the radio.



   

                   

I'll be back here about seven o'clock.



   

                   

Keep away from the track. Go to

a movie or something. See you later.



   

                   

It was exactly   am

when he got to the airport.



   

                   

The weight is OK, Mr Preston.

Is that all the baggage?



   

                   

I'll have one more tonight. I can

keep that in the cabin, can't I?



   

                   

Yes, sir, but be sure and check in before

flight time. Flight     leaves at  pm.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- Thank you for flying American, sir.



   

                   

Stopping first at a florist, he arrived at

the motel at  .  . He was on schedule.



   

                   

- Good morning, my friend.

- Morning, Joe. Now, look.



   

                   

This afternoon a friend of mine will

leave a bundle for me. He's a cop.



   

                   

- A cop?

- Yeah, yeah. He drives a prowl car.



   

                   

- Funny kind of a friend to have.

- He's a funny kind of a cop.



   

                   

Let him in. He'll leave this bundle

for me about  .  . I'll pick it up.



   

                   

- That's the last you'll see of me.

- Come in for a drink.



   

                   

I got a lot to do today.

Everything would be fouled up.



   

                   

I understand. I'll see you tonight.

So long. Take care of yourself.



   

                   

He reached the bus station at  .  .



   

                   

At  .   he arrived at Mike's apartment.

Everything had gone according to plan.



   

                   

Mike O'Reilly was ready at   .  .



   

                   

What goes on here?

This is no way to get your strength back.



   

                   

It's very good, Mike, but

I guess I'm just not hungry.



   

                   

- Really, I couldn't eat another bite.

- Another? You haven't eaten anything.



   

                   

I'll take something after a while. After I've

had my medicine I'll have more appetite.



   

                   

- That's a promise? No tricks now?

- It's a promise.



   

                   

- Go along now. You'll be late for work.

- Yeah, I guess I will.



   

                   

Ruthie, things are gonna

get much better for us.



   

                   

I know. I know, dear.



   

                   

I know I've made a lot of promises in

the past, but this time it's not just talk.



   

                   

We'll be rich, and soon. We'll have a fine

house, and doctors to make you well.



   

                   

Of course, dear, but you'd

better go along or you'll be late.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- Mike?

- Yes?



   

                   

On your way home, would you

bring me some magazines?



   

                   

Of course. But, uh, Ruthie,

I'm gonna be a little late.



   

                   

Probably about ten. Some fellas and

me are having a little get-together.



   

                   

I understand. Don't you

drink too much beer, mind.



   

                   

- Remember how it leaves you next day.

- Don't worry about that.



   

                   

I won't be doing any drinking tonight.



   

                   

I called Mother. She'll be

over later to fix your dinner.



   

                   

Thank you, dear.



   

                   

- Goodbye.

- Don't forget to eat your breakfast.



   

                   

He reached the bus station at   .  .



   

                   

At   .   as it was his custom,

he arrived at the track.



   

                   

(wolf-whistles)



   

                   

- Who's the girlfriend, Mike?

- That's how you spend your money?



   

                   

You blow your money on dames? An

old man like you ought to know better.



   

                   

I ain't like you guys.

These posies are for my wife.



   

                   

Besides, where do you guys

get off calling me an old man?



   

                   

(first man) Buy flowers after work, Mike,

or they'll wilt before you get home.



   

                   

(Mike) It can't be helped.

After work the shops will all be closed.



   

                   

(second man) Put 'em in water.



   

                   

The clubhouse steward would

put 'em in the refrigerator for you.



   

                   

Well, perhaps I should, but, well,

it's getting kinda late now, and...



   

                   

- I'm all dressed. Why don't I do it for you?

- No.



   

                   

What's the matter? I'm doin' you a favour.



   

                   

These flowers are going in my locker,

then I'll know where they are.



   

                   

- OK, Mike. Suit yourself.

- Sorry, Bill. I appreciate your offer.



   

                   

After work, you know how it is. Everybody

will be in a hurry to get away, and...



   

                   

(PA) ...is third, and Comfort King.

It is My Baby leading by a length.



   

                   

Concentrator is second by three quarters

of a length. Second Ending, moving up,



   

                   

is third, and Comfort King.



   

                   

It is My Baby, Concentrator

and Second Ending.



   

                   

It is Second Ending,

Concentrator and Comfort King.



   

                   

Second Ending in front. Down to the wire,

it's Second Ending the winner by a length,



   

                   

Concentrator second by two,

Comfort King third and My Baby.



   

                   

The result of the first race now

appears on the totalizator board.



   

                   

Be sure to hold all tickets until the

result of the race is declared official.



   

                   

(narrator) After the first race,

Mike was very busy.



   

                   

Gimme a double bourbon, please.



   

                   

Don't you think you've had enough, pal?



   

                   

(PA) Your attention please. The horses

are now on the track for the second race.



   

                   

(narrator) At exactly  .  

that same afternoon,



   

                   

Officer Randy Kennan set in

motion his phase of the operation.



   

                   

Hello, Fred. This is Randy. Listen,

check with the dispatcher's office,



   

                   

see if they're getting me loud and

clear. I think my set's on the blink.



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

Huh? What? He says it's OK?



   

                   

That's funny, it keeps going dead.



   

                   

I don't think it's the tubes.

I'll keep fooling around with it.



   

                   

Give my regards to your missus. By the

way, when's the big day supposed to be?



   

                   

Well, don't worry about it.

The sixth one is always the hardest.



   

                   

Officer!



   

                   

Officer!



   

                   

Thank heaven. Hurry! Come quick, they're

killing each other! I always knew they...



   

                   

He had timed the trip to

the track half a dozen times



   

                   

and knew at just what point

he should be at precisely what time.



   

                   

He knew the success of the plan

depended on his accuracy



   

                   

in arriving at the track

at the correct moment.



   

                   

A minute or two early was allowable,

but ten seconds late would be fatal.



   

                   

(PA) Your attention,

ladies and gentlemen.



   

                   

The horses are now on

the track for the seventh race,



   

                   

the $      -added

Lansdowne Stakes, at one mile.



   

                   

They're off and running. At the start

it is Red Lightning breaking on top.



   

                   

Early Streak is second. I'm Hoping

is third. White Fire is fourth.



   

                   

(narrator) Earlier that afternoon at  .  

Maurice was at the chess club.



   

                   

He was to be at the track at four o'clock,

just before the start of the seventh race.



   

                   

Fisher? I am supposed to be

back here tonight about  .  .



   

                   

If I'm not, I'd like you

to do something for me.



   

                   

Sure, Maurice. What is it?



   

                   

Call this number and ask for Mr Stillman.

Tell him Maurice requires his services.



   

                   

Sounds pretty mysterious.

What's it all about?



   

                   

There are some things, my dear Fisher,

which do not bear looking into.



   

                   

You know of the Siberian goat herder who

tried to discover the nature of the sun?



   

                   

He stared up at the heavenly

body until it made him blind.



   

                   

There are many things like this, including

love, death and my business for today.



   

                   

Please remember to make

that call if I'm not back at  .  .



   

                   

(PA) Your attention,

ladies and gentlemen.



   

                   

The horses are now on

the track for the seventh race,



   

                   

the $      -added

Lansdowne Stakes, at one mile.



   

                   

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.



   

                   

The horses are now on

the track for the seventh race,



   

                   

the $      -added

Lansdowne Stakes, at one mile.



   

                   

- Bottle of beer.

- Yes, sir.



   

                   

The horses are approaching

the starting gate for the seventh race.



   

                   

The horses are approaching

the starting gate for the seventh race.



   

                   

The horses are at the gate.



   

                   

The horses are at the gate.



   

                   

Hey! How about some service,

you stupid-looking Irish pig?



   

                   

What's the matter with...



   

                   

(whistle)



   

                   

C'mon, break it up. Look out.



   

                   

(narrator) It was exactly  .  

when they dragged Maurice out.



   

                   

At   .   that morning,

Nicky left his farm.



   

                   

He arrived at the track at   .  .



   

                   

- Hi there.

- use the other lot. This ain't open yet.



   

                   

- I don't like to trouble you...

- You're not.



   

                   

I said there's no parking

here and that's that.



   

                   

Look, mac, I'm a paraplegic. I want to get

in this lot to watch the race from my car.



   

                   

That ain't my problem, mister. My leg's

bum too but nobody feels sorry for me.



   

                   

I know what you mean, buddy.



   

                   

- Get that in the war?

- Battle of the Bulge.



   

                   

Say, look, I know this is a lot of

extra trouble for you. I want you to...



   

                   

- No, no. Skip it, skip it.

- I want you to take it.



   

                   

Go on, keep it.



   

                   

It's all right.



   

                   

- Thanks a lot, mister. I'm sorry...

- That's OK. Forget it.



   

                   

Will you take down that fence? I'd like

to get settled before the first race starts.



   

                   

- OK?

- Sure, mister.



   

                   

(PA) Your attention, please. The horses

are on the track for the second race.



   

                   

I had this layin' around, mister.

I thought you might like it.



   

                   

- Thanks. That's very kind of you.

- No trouble at all.



   

                   

- If you need anything else, just call.

- I doubt I'll need anything,



   

                   

I'm getting along just fine,

but thanks anyway.



   

                   

Who you bettin' on?

Anything look good to you?



   

                   

- Red Lightning.

- Huh?



   

                   

- Red Lightning in the seventh.

- You're bettin' on him, huh?



   

                   

Yeah, I got a little bet down on him.



   

                   

Well, I guess I better

be getting back to work.



   

                   

- Thanks for bringin' me the programme.

- No trouble at all.



   

                   

- There's nothing else I can do for you?

- No, nothing at all.



   

                   

If I think of anything, I'll give you a yell.



   

                   

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.



   

                   

The horses are now on

the track for the seventh race,



   

                   

the $      -added

Lansdowne Stakes, at one mile.



   

                   

The horses are approaching

the starting gate for the seventh race.



   

                   

- Sure is a nice day, ain't it?

- Yeah.



   

                   

I didn't think it would be when I got up

this morning but it turned out real fine.



   

                   

Kinda funny if you look at it. Weather's

like it always is this time of year, but...



   

                   

I sure appreciate the way

you treated me, mister.



   

                   

It's not the money.

Of course, I appreciate that too, but...



   

                   

- Forget it.

- No, sir. I don't reckon I'll ever forget it.



   

                   

I brought you some luck. You bet

in this race, you might need it.



   

                   

Keep your junk and

leave me alone, will you?



   

                   

Something wrong?



   

                   

You're wrong, nigger.



   

                   

Be a nice guy and go on

about your business.



   

                   

Sure, boss. Sorry to have bothered you(!)



   

                   

My mistake.



   

                   

And they're off and running! At the

start it is Red Lightning breaking on top.



   

                   

Early Streak is second. I'm Hoping

is third. White Fire is fourth.



   

                   

Little Arnie is next, Seymour's

Darling, and Best Seller.



   

                   

Down the back stretch, it's Red

Lightning by a length and a quarter.



   

                   

I'm Hoping is second by

three quarters of a length.



   

                   

Little Arnie is third by a length

and a quarter, and Seymour's Darling.



   

                   

At the half-mile post, it is Red

Lightning by a length and a quarter.



   

                   

I'm Hoping is second by a half a length.



   

                   

Seymour's Darling is third and Little

Arnie moving past on the outside.



   

                   

Into the far turn, it is Red Lightning

in front by a length and a quarter.



   

                   

Little Arnie is second by half a length.

I'm Hoping is third.



   

                   

And a horse is down! It is Red Lightning.



   

                   

At the head of the stretch, it is I'm Hoping

taking the lead by half a length...



   

                   

(bang)



   

                   

Wait, stop! Stop, or I'll shoot!



   

                   

(narrator) Nicky was dead at  .  .



   

                   

At  .   that afternoon

Johnny Clay was still in the city.



   

                   

He knew how long it would take

to drive to the track,



   

                   

park his car and walk to the grandstand.



   

                   

He planned to arrive just before

the start of the seventh race.



   

                   

(PA) Your attention,

ladies and gentlemen.



   

                   

The horses are now on

the track for the seventh race,



   

                   

the $      -added

Lansdowne Stakes, at one mile.



   

                   

The horses are approaching

the starting gate for the seventh race.



   

                   

Hey! How about some service,

you stupid-looking Irish pig?



   

                   

(phone rings)



   

                   

Money room. Carter.



   

                   

Yes, sir, right away.



   

                   

There's a riot downstairs. C'mon.



   

                   

They're off and running.



   

                   

At the start it is Red Lightning breaking

on top. Early Streak is second.



   

                   

I'm Hoping is third. White Fire is fourth.



   

                   

Little Arnie is next,

Seymour's Darling and Best Seller.



   

                   

Down the back stretch it's Red

Lighting by a length and a quarter.



   

                   

I'm Hoping is second

by three quarters of a length.



   

                   

Little Arnie is third by a length

and a quarter, and Seymour's Darling.



   

                   

Passing the half-mile post it is Red

Lightning by a length and a quarter.



   

                   

I'm Hoping is second by half a length.



   

                   

Seymour's Darling is third, and

Little Arnie moving past on the outside.



   

                   

Into the far turn it is Red Lightning

in front by a length and a quarter.



   

                   

Little Arnie is second by

half a length. I'm Hoping is third.



   

                   

And a horse is down. It is Red Lightning.



   

                   

At the head of the stretch it is I'm Hoping

taking the lead by half a length.



   

                   

Little Arnie, driving on the outside,

is second by three quarters.



   

                   

Seymour's Darling is

third, and Early Streak.



   

                   

It is Little Arnie and Seymour's

Darling. Little Arnie in front.



   

                   

Down to the wire it is Little Arnie

going steadily, holding it...



   

                   

and winning it by three

quarters of a length.



   

                   

I'm Hoping second by three quarters of a

length, Seymour's Darling third by a head



   

                   

and White Fire finished fourth.



   

                   

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.

Be sure to hold all tickets.



   

                   

The stewards are conducting

an inquiry into the seventh race



   

                   

and will view the motion picture.



   

                   

Get your hands up, all of you! One move

from any of you and I'm gonna start firing.



   

                   

You. Fill that bag up just

as fast as you know how.



   

                   

You. Take that gun out of the holster.

Be awful, awful careful how you do it.



   

                   

Now drop it. Kick it over here.



   

                   

All right, turn around and face the wall.



   

                   

All right, now the money in the safe.



   

                   

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.

We have received no exact information



   

                   

concerning the spill of Red

Lightning in the seventh race.



   

                   

However, jockey Danny

Freed appears to be unhurt.



   

                   

Your attention, ladies and gentlemen...



   

                   

Fill it up!



   

                   

...concerning the spill of Red

Lightning in the seventh race.



   

                   

However, jockey Danny

Freed appears to be unhurt.



   

                   

All right, all right, that's enough. Now put

the bag here in the middle of the floor.



   

                   

Get back over there.



   

                   

Now, I'm gonna open this door. I want you

to go through it and into the locker room.



   

                   

And close the door. I'll start firin' through

that door    seconds after you close it.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

Now close it!



   

                   

- Just a minute.

- What are you doing?



   

                   

(radio) We interrupt this

broadcast for a news bulletin.



   

                   

In one of the most daring hold-ups in

history, a bandit wearing a rubber mask



   

                   

today took an estimated $       

stuffed into a duffel bag from the offices



   

                   

of the Lansdowne racetrack. The robbery

occurred during the seventh race



   

                   

and was timed to coincide with

the shooting of Red Lightning,



   

                   

just as the horse, valued at $      

was leading the pack at the far turn.



   

                   

The jockey escaped with minor injuries.

A man identified as Nicky Arano,



   

                   

who allegedly shot the thoroughbred,

was fatally wounded by track police



   

                   

as he attempted to shoot

his way out of the parking lot.



   

                   

At this time the mystery that

still plagues the authorities



   

                   

is how the bandit got away from the track

with the bulky bag containing the money.



   

                   

A search of the track is being conducted

in case the money is still hidden there.



   

                   

And now we take you back to our

regularly-scheduled programme.



   

                   

No one saw the duffel bag

come out of the window.



   

                   

Ah, that part of it worked OK.

Landed right at my feet.



   

                   

I reported my radio out of order

before I went out to the track.



   

                   

But the Captain's convinced

I was holed up somewhere, drunk.



   

                   

And if the Captain's convinced, there

ain't nobody that can unconvince him.



   

                   

Besides, no one's gonna think anything

of seein' a cop at the racetrack.



   

                   

I mean, they won't get any funny ideas

about it, tie it in with the robbery.



   

                   

Anyway, if they do it won't cut any ice.



   

                   

Captain knows I was drunk. And

he ain't a man you can argue with.



   

                   

So I guess I'll just have to... break down,

admit it, and take my punishment.



   

                   

Yeah. That'd be terrible, wouldn't it,

Randy? A   -day suspension.



   

                   

It's  .  .



   

                   

Don't worry. He'll get here. He had to get

the dough at the motel where I dropped it.



   

                   

There was a funny little guy, name of Joe

Piano there. He runs the place, I guess.



   

                   

- Sure hope Johnny can pick his friends.

- I need another drink.



   

                   

Why ain't he here? Everything runs on

a timetable till it comes to payin' us.



   

                   

Then the timetable breaks down.



   

                   

He's supposed to be here at seven.



   

                   

(buzzer)



   

                   

- I think I hear the elevator.

- That'll be Johnny.



   

                   

- Everybody up.

- What's this?



   

                   

It'll be a massacre if you don't keep

those mitts up. Now, where's Johnny?



   

                   

I been in that car since four

o'clock listenin' to that radio.



   

                   

I heard some pretty interesting things.

Grandpa, what time's Johnny get here?



   

                   

Somebody gave you a bum steer, buddy.



   

                   

Look around. Can't believe

you were tipped, huh?



   

                   

Well, if I had a certain little lady here...

Where's the jerk? Where's George?



   

                   

The jerk's right here.



   

                   

(gunfire continues)



   

                   

   minutes before, at  .  

Johnny reached the motel.



   

                   

Due to heavy traffic around the track,

he was    minutes behind schedule.



   

                   

Yeah? Who is it?



   

                   

Oh, it's, uh... it's just a mistake. I'm sorry.



   

                   

Johnny arrived at the meeting

place at  .   still    minutes late.



   

                   

It had been prearranged that in the

event of an emergency before the split,



   

                   

the money was to be saved

by whoever had it at that time



   

                   

with no consideration of the fate of the

others, the money to be divided later.



   

                   

After what he had seen, not knowing the

cause or the circumstances of the others,



   

                   

Johnny had no choice but to

save himself and the money.



   

                   

Ten minutes later he bought

the largest suitcase he could find.



   

                   

I'm back here, Val, darling.



   

                   

How'd it go, dear?



   

                   

- (parrot) Watch it, there! Watch out!

- What happened?



   

                   

Sherry... why? Why did you do it?



   

                   

Do what, dearest? I was just getting

some clothes ready to go to the cleaners.



   

                   

You had to be stupid. You couldn't even

play it smart with a gun pointed at you.



   

                   

Well, you better get smart fast and

get outta here while you can still walk.



   

                   

But your friend... Val, is that his name?



   

                   

Yes, and you'd better get out

of here before he gets here.



   

                   

I'm sick, Sherry. I...



   

                   

Call an ambulance.



   

                   

The door's behind you. Take a cab.



   

                   

I love you, Sherry.



   

                   

George, you better go on

and go. You look terrible.



   

                   

It isn't fair.



   

                   

I never had anybody but you.



   

                   

Not a real husband.



   

                   

Not even a man.



   

                   

Just a... bad joke without a punch line.



   

                   

(parrot squawking)



   

                   

(PA) American Airlines

announces the arrival



   

                   

of flight     DC-  service from Chicago.



   

                   

American Airlines announces the arrival



   

                   

of flight     DC-  service from Chicago.



   

                   

Sebastian and I are so ex cited. We haven't

seen Daddy sweetums for a long time.



   

                   

Will the nice man let us wait outside

so we can look at the airplanes?



   

                   

Certainly. You can stand outside. We'll be

announcing your husband's flight shortly.



   

                   

He's a sweetums man. Let's hurry up real

fast and see Daddy come off the airplane.



   

                   

- Good evening.

- Good evening.



   

                   

Mr and Mrs Raymond Preston.

Nine o'clock flight for Boston.



   

                   

We'll be announcing the on-time

departure of this flight very shortly, sir.



   

                   

- Any other baggage?

- No, it was checked in this morning.



   

                   

Oh, say, I wanna carry that bag

with me on the plane, please.



   

                   

I'm sorry, sir, it's too large. It'll have

to go checked through as baggage.



   

                   

Oh, now, let's be a little reasonable, huh?

You can't tell me



   

                   

that the two of us are not entitled to

one piece of luggage between us.



   

                   

Sir, we have no objection

to one small bag. Even two.



   

                   

- We have nothing else. It was checked in.

- I see.



   

                   

It's close to flight time, but we can

locate the rest of your luggage.



   

                   

- You could transfer the contents...

- No. I'm sorry, that won't work at all.



   

                   

Let me talk to your supervisor.



   

                   

All right. I'll be very happy

to call him. Mr Grimes?



   

                   

Mr Grimes? Could you

come down this way, please?



   

                   

- Good evening. What can we do for you?

- My wife and I are going to Boston.



   

                   

Our luggage has been checked through

and I want this in the cabin.



   

                   

I'm afraid it ex ceeds the maximum size.



   

                   

Yes, it does look a bit too large

for the passenger compartment.



   

                   

Sir, those are our regulations,

designed for your comfort and safety.



   

                   

- I can't make the trip without it.

- You really can't?



   

                   

- Absolutely not.

- Well, in that case, I think we can, uh...



   

                   

How about it? It's past cancellation time,

but I think we might stretch a point.



   

                   

- We'll give you a full rebate, sir.

- Wait a minute. I don't want a rebate!



   

                   

Sir, I don't know what to suggest. It's near

flight time. There are passengers waiting.



   

                   

Is the gentleman worried about the

contents? We'd be happy to insure it.



   

                   

More than happy. If you give me

its value and tell me what's in it.



   

                   

No, there's nothing in it. I mean, uh,

just personal items, things like that.



   

                   

All right. All right. Check it through.



   

                   

Thank you, sir. I'm sure you'll find

the service to your satisfaction.



   

                   

(PA) ...the New Englander DC- 

service to Boston at gate eight.



   

                   

No, no, Sebastian. You mustn't

frighten pretty airplanes.



   

                   

We go for trip on nice airplane some day.



   

                   

Sebastian, come back here!



   

                   

Mr Preston, we'll be

announcing boarding...



   

                   

Grimes speaking. What?



   

                   

Oh, you're not serious?

Right out on the runway?



   

                   

Yes, sir, right away.



   

                   

(PA) Will passenger Preston please report

to the American Airlines ticket counter?



   

                   

Will passenger Preston please report to

the American Airlines ticket counter?



   

                   

Taxi!



   

                   

Johnny, look.



   

                   

Johnny, you've got to run.



   

                   

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