The Killers Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Killers Script


 

                   

Okay, I can lick you.



 

                   

Okay, you think you're such a big shot,

but you're a little nut.



 

                   

Bang bang, you're dead!



 

                   

May I help you, please?



 

                   

May I help you, please?



 

                   

We're looking for a Jerry Nichols.



 

                   

- Does he work here?

- Oh, yes, indeed.



 

                   

Where is he?



 

                   

Well, I-I'm afraid you won't

be able to see him now.



  

                   

He'll be in class another, uh...



  

                   

hour and a half.



  

                   

I'm sorry, lady. We don't have

the time. Where is he?



  

                   

Well, I - I told you,

he's teaching his class -



  

                   

Where is he, lady?



  

                   

He - He's up - upstairs.



  

                   

Now you just sit there,

relax, take a little nap.



  

                   

Everything's gonna be all right.

Do you understand?



  

                   

Shh.



  

                   

Good morning.



  

                   

Miss Watson?



  

                   

May I help you?



  

                   

"...in a little gray house made of logs.



  

                   

- "The great, dark trees of the woods...

- Jerry Nichols?



  

                   

Just down that corridor,

the last door on the right.



  

                   

Stood all around the house,

and beyond them were other trees."



  

                   

All right. Now, since each spark plug -



  

                   

Oh, excuse me, fellows.

Uh, Eddie, you wanna take this?



  

                   

Feel the points here

in this distributor cap...



  

                   

and then pass it on

to all you geniuses.



  

                   

- Hello? This is Mr. Nichols.

- Mr. Nichols?



  

                   

Two men are coming after you.

Miss Watson thinks they're gonna kill you.



  

                   

Oh, I see. Thank you.



  

                   

You don't understand, Mr. Nichols -



  

                   

Should I call the police?

Try to get help?



  

                   

No. No, don't bother.



  

                   

It's all right. I - I know them.



  

                   

Mr. Nichols!



  

                   

I know them.



  

                   

Class is dismissed.



  

                   

I said, class is dismissed!



  

                   

Jerry Nichols?



  

                   

Stop pushing, man.!



  

                   

Get out of here!



  

                   

Porter.



  

                   

- One scotch and water.

- Scotch over there.



  

                   

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

One carrot juice.



  

                   

It's the eyes. It's good for the eyes.

Yeah, you can see better.



  

                   

Thank you, sir. Thank you.



  

                   

Okay, Charlie.



  

                   

Charlie, ever since we got on this train,

you've been like a dummy.



  

                   

- What?

- Okay.



  

                   

Okay, okay, okay.



  

                   

- You know, Lee, I've hit a few guys in my time.

- True.



  

                   

Now, if they had a chance,

they always ran.



  

                   

But he just stood there and took it.



  

                   

First thing you told me was

never to think about a job, Charlie.



  

                   

Another thing: I recognized him

the minute I saw him.



  

                   

Well, he was a hotshot race driver

named Johnny North.



  

                   

Everybody knew him.

So what?



  

                   

Only thing that counts is

we're       ahead of the game.



  

                   

Yeah, that's another thing:

      for a simple hit.



  

                   

We walk in.

We put him down. We walk out.



  

                   

- That's a lot of money for a simple hit.

- Not for me it isn't.



  

                   

And he knew we were coming.



  

                   

That dame must've gotten to a phone,

'cause he was tipped off.



  

                   

But he just stood there.

That's one.



  

                   

Twenty-five thousand for a simple hit.



  

                   

I never got more than ten

in my life. That's two.



  

                   

Now, I happen to know that Johnny North

was in on a big mail robbery in California.



  

                   

Supposed to have gotten away

with over a million bucks,



  

                   

left the other guys holding the bag.



  

                   

So we get a contract

to knock him off. Okay?



  

                   

What happened to the million?



  

                   

He spent it.



  

                   

Nobody spends a million.



  

                   

No, he didn't have the money.

Otherwise, we would've leaned on him.



  

                   

Makes sense.



  

                   

I'll tell you something else

that makes more sense.



  

                   

Whoever laid this contract

wasn't worried about the million dollars.



  

                   

And the only people that don't worry

about a million dollars...



  

                   

are the people that

have a million dollars.



  

                   

Only we don't know

who hired us for the job.



  

                   

So... maybe we find out.



  

                   

I don't know, Charlie.

We did the job, we got paid.



  

                   

Lee, you're    years old.



  

                   

You got muscles and great brains.

You'll go a long way in this business.



  

                   

But I'm getting old, my hair

is turning gray, and I'm tired of running.



  

                   

Now, if I had a half a million bucks,

I wouldn't have to run.



  

                   

Charlie, didn't you say North

had a partner down in Miami?



  

                   

Yeah. It's funny. I was thinking

of spending a few days down there.



  

                   

We could change trains in Chicago.



  

                   

- I always liked Miami.

- Yeah, it's a nice place.



  

                   

Just give me a few minutes, will you?



  

                   

Hey, get outta there.



  

                   

- We want to talk.

- Well, you'll have to wait.



  

                   

I'm sorry, uh -

We don't have the time.



  

                   

What's the pitch?



  

                   

- North.

- Johnny.



  

                   

- What's the deal?

- He wants a deal.



   

                   

No deal.



   

                   

Now you guys get out -



   

                   

It won't hurt you to be polite.



   

                   

Why don't you step in here?



   

                   

- All right, where is it?

- Where is what?



   

                   

Where do you keep it?



   

                   

Here.



   

                   

- Have a drink.

- It'll loosen you up.



   

                   

I don't know where Johnny is,

what trouble he got into -



   

                   

He's dead.



   

                   

- He's dead?

- All the way.



   

                   

- When?

- A few days ago.



   

                   

Now what about Johnny North?



   

                   

- I don't wanna talk about him now.

- Well, we do.



   

                   

- What do you wanna know?

- Everything you know. You were his mechanic.



   

                   

His partner,   -   down the line.



   

                   

But you split up?



   

                   

Everybody splits sooner or later.



   

                   

- When?

- When he couldn't race anymore.



   

                   

- Why couldn't he race anymore?

- He was in a smashup.



   

                   

When was that?



   

                   

Four years ago, September.



   

                   

What kind of a guy was he?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

I thought I did. He just suddenly

went out of his head.



   

                   

How out of his head?



   

                   

He was the best natural driver I ever saw,

and he couldn't handle a -



   

                   

a situation.



   

                   

Who were his friends?



   

                   

You're looking at 'em.



   

                   

What was it he couldn't handle?



   

                   

Dames. The kind

that hang around the pits.



   

                   

Dames or a dame?



   

                   

- It just takes one.

- This one?



   

                   

- Hmm?

- Yeah, that's her.



   

                   

- What's her name?

- Sheila Farr, "the wrecker."



   

                   

Where can we find her?



   

                   

I don't know. Turn over a rock.



   

                   

- You don't like her?

- I've seen a thousand of'em. Gotta be where the money is.



   

                   

Anyone that can handle the wear and tear

on her mink coat -



   

                   

Mmm, nice-looking chick here.



   

                   

A lot of people thought so.

Big operators. I had eyes.



   

                   

Think I could get that

through to Johnny?



   

                   

How long did he know her?



   

                   

He'd met her just before the accident.



   

                   

Exactly how long?



   

                   

I don't know exactly how long.

Leave me alone, will you?



   

                   

Sylvester, unless you want to renew your

partnership with the late Johnny North,



   

                   

I suggest you tell us everything

and anything we want to know.



   

                   

How did he meet her?



   

                   

It was out in California.



   

                   

The big race.



   

                   

We had a good chance.



   

                   

Johnny was hot, the iron was hot.



   

                   

I was clocking him.



   

                   

Isn't it a handicap making him drive

with his brakes on?



   

                   

Are you kidding? That was great time.

A minute    flat.



   

                   

He'll have to do

a lot better than that.



   

                   

- Well?

- The floats still need adjusting.



   

                   

- The engine's burbling in the corners.

- I'll take a look at her.



   

                   

- How'd she do?

- Just great. One minute    flat.



   

                   

Hey, that's not bad, you know.

That's not bad -



   

                   

- That's not bad at all.

- You'll like that one.



   

                   

She thinks you oughta be entered

in a six-day bike race.



   

                   

- Is that what the lady says?

- That's what the lady says.



   

                   

Ma'am, you dig fast cars?



   

                   

Haven't seen any lately, Johnny.



   

                   

- Oh, you know me?

- I saw you win at Orlando.



   

                   

- Maybe you don't think I'm gonna win here.

- I can't say I'm too impressed.



   

                   

- Do you have a name?

- Sheila Farr.



   

                   

Pretty cool, aren't you, Miss Farr?



   

                   

Only when there's nothing

to be excited about.



   

                   

Uh, have you ever been in one of these?



   

                   

Nope.



   

                   

- Think you'd have the guts to?

- Sure.



   

                   

Earl, lock her up.

You've never ridden in one of these?



   

                   

- No.

- Earl, she's never ridden in one of these.



   

                   

Well, Johnny, maybe

some other time, huh?



   

                   

- Earl's worried about you, Sheila.

- Oh, thanks, Earl.



   

                   

- Johnny, I gotta work on her.

- So do I, Earl.



   

                   

Now hang on tight. This time my wheels

are not gonna touch the ground.



   

                   

Hey, Johnny! Johnny!



   

                   

Fast enough for you, Miss Farr?



   

                   

You still think I should be entered in a bike race?



   

                   

You had no competition.

But I liked it.



   

                   

- Well, I didn't.

- You'll get over it, Earl.



   

                   

- You don't scare easy.

- Neither do you.



   

                   

Why don't you take her out again? Maybe

next time you can twist her wheels off.



   

                   

- Did you really think you'd scare me?

- You can be scared.



   

                   

- Would you like to try?

- You're a nutty dame.



   

                   

I'm also a hungry dame.

Why don't you take me to lunch?



   

                   

- Your car?

- Mm-hmm.



   

                   

- Fancy.

- I like things that way.



   

                   

I bet you do.



   

                   

All right, I'll take you to lunch.

Slide over.



   

                   

- Well, I thought I'd drive you this time.

- Slide over. Nobody drives me.



   

                   

Hey, Johnny! You -



   

                   

You have money written all over you.

What do you want with me?



   

                   

- A hamburger and a beer.

- No, no. I'm serious.



   

                   

You know my story. I'm pretty.



   

                   

- What does that make me?

- Somebody I admire.



   

                   

- Somebody I'd like to know.

- Put it in English.



   

                   

All right. You're a winner,

and I don't like losers.



   

                   

I've been around them all my life.

Little men who cry a lot.



   

                   

I like you.

Do I have to write a book?



   

                   

- Do I make you nervous?

- So far, yes.



   

                   

Oh, come on.

Neither of us scares easily.



   

                   

We haven't had an opportunity to -



   

                   

Nothing scares me.



   

                   

We'll see.



   

                   

Did I do something wrong?



   

                   

No. I did. I, uh, raced out of my class.



   

                   

But then again, I thought

I'd be racing against-



   

                   

if you'll pardon

the expression - a lady.



   

                   

Oh, you don't think I'm a lady?



   

                   

Let me put it this way:

You got muscles,



   

                   

you got a fat head

and you probably have two left feet.



   

                   

You're too, too kind.

But then I will try to be a lady.



   

                   

Oh, a lady doesn't have to try.



   

                   

Oh, what do you say, old buddy?



   

                   

I'm glad to see you're still in town.



   

                   

If you're not doing anything tomorrow,

how about getting acquainted with our car?



   

                   

How long has it been?

Three days? Four?



   

                   

Oh, come on, Earl. You don't need me

out there. I'm nothing but a chauffeur.



   

                   

There's $      first-place

prize money tomorrow.



   

                   

If that ain't more important

than some cheap, thrill-hungry dame-



   

                   

Knock it off, will you?



   

                   

Kid, I've been around. I know a dame

when I see one. The makeup, the fancy car-



   

                   

Watch your mouth, will you?

What is it with guys like you?



   

                   

"Race the car, rev it up.

Make it go faster, chauffeur.



   

                   

Bust your neck, chauffeur.

Kill yourself, chauffeur."



   

                   

Nobody owns me, Earl.

You know the trouble with a guy like you?



   

                   

You don't care if I live or die,

as long as I win the race.



   

                   

And she does?



   

                   

That's right.

I'm important to that lady-



   

                   

Okay, she's special.

But everything we got is in that car.



   

                   

- Oh, come on, Johnny. Where are you goin'?

- To the moon.



   

                   

Would it annoy you if I ask you

to get back before dawn?



   

                   

I always get back before dawn!



   

                   

Pop, you get a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow's gonna be a tough day on you.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Earl.



   

                   

Too little time



   

                   

We have too little



   

                   

Time



   

                   

The moments fly



   

                   

When I'm



   

                   

With you



   

                   

No time for us



   

                   

To love and laugh enough



   

                   

Summer, winter



   

                   

- Fall and spring

- White flag?



   

                   

- Why?

- Aren't half enough



   

                   

Oh, I want to talk peace.



   

                   

What are your terms?



   

                   

Cease fire. Put the guns away.



   

                   

No. It's too indefinite.



   

                   

You have a better idea?



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Unconditional surrender.



   

                   

Eternally



   

                   

A lifetime through



   

                   

Spent with you



   

                   

Will be



   

                   

Too little time



   

                   

For me



   

                   

I don't believe you.



   

                   

- Something I said?

- Mm-mmm. Something you are.



   

                   

Do you like it?



   

                   

Well, I'm giving it

serious consideration.



   

                   

Well, take your time.

Don't rush into anything.



   

                   

- You're too much.

- So are you.



   

                   

You're east, west,



   

                   

south... and my north.



   

                   

That's the trouble.

I'm Johnny North... in a pad like this.



   

                   

Oh, what difference

does a place make?



   

                   

Plenty. I'm a mechanic.

That's all.



   

                   

You're a nut.

That's what you are.



   

                   

I'm a mechanic. I've got good reflexes,

so... they let me drive.



   

                   

I love your reflexes.



   

                   

No, I mean it now.

I got grease under my fingernails,



   

                   

I got calluses on my rump...



   

                   

and I got a wallet that

wouldn't make a down payment.



   

                   

Nobody's asking you to.



   

                   

You're a nut.

We're both nuts.



   

                   

Say I win the race. I still end up

with less money than a plumber.



   

                   

Are you kidding?

You should do so good.



   

                   

What's the sales tax on this place?



   

                   

Forget it.

It's none of your business.



   

                   

Isn't it?



   

                   

Will you stop talking about it?



   

                   

Where is the money coming from?



   

                   

Say I inherited it. Or maybe

I'm a member of the jet set.



   

                   

Do you think I give a damn

about all this?



   

                   

I've lived in a walk-up.



   

                   

How do you feel about me?



   

                   

You don't know?



   

                   

I want to hear it.



   

                   

I love you. I love you.



   

                   

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,



   

                   

and welcome to the first running of the

Western Grand Prix for sports cars.



   

                   

This promises to be a very exciting race.

We have a tremendous crowd.



   

                   

Over        people

out here with us today.



   

                   

The cars are now on

their final laps of practice.



   

                   

Tremendous action in the pits,



   

                   

and we're very fortunate

the weather is good for us.



   

                   

We've got a good sunny day

and very, very minute winds.



   

                   

We should have some good action, because

the winds certainly can hamper the cars...



   

                   

if they're blowing

at    or    miles an hour.



   

                   

People just jammed

all over this raceway.



   

                   

Still a few cars left

on their final practice laps.



   

                   

And we certainly know that this will

present some of the finest drivers...



   

                   

from all over the world,

driving equally capable machinery.



   

                   

We've got Cobras,

Ferraris, Maseratis,



   

                   

Coopers, Lotuses.



   

                   

Some of the finest cars.



   

                   

Great. Maybe you can catch

your few winks during the race.



   

                   

I never felt better.



   

                   

In the last four days, what have you had,

seven hours sleep?



   

                   

Pop, you worry too much.



   

                   

Who's worrying?

I drop    grand every day or so.



   

                   

- You know why we're gonna win this one?

- Outside of the car, clue me.



   

                   

Because my share of $     

is just exactly enough to get married on.



   

                   

It is virtually impossible

to make a pass as these cars-



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

When you get to turn six,

it's a direct switchback to turn seven.



   

                   

Where's your tool kit and your oil can?



   

                   

You do dig racing, don't you?



   

                   

No. Just racers and winners.

From a devoted fan.



   

                   

"Johnny, the winner."

It's a little early, isn't it?



   

                   

To be honest, I wasn't thinking

about the race when I had it engraved.



   

                   

Never mind saying thank you.

Just kiss me, you fool.



   

                   

... down to the finish line,

which would complete the first lap.



   

                   

And then it just goes on and on, and if you're not on your toes



   

                   

- You find her?

- Naturally.



   

                   

I figured she'd be here.



   

                   

Naturally.



   

                   

- Over in the pits.

- Let's go.



   

                   

In the pits with the drivers?



   

                   

There's more action there.



   

                   

- Take a look at that.

- It's very nice. Come on, Johnny.



   

                   

- You know my partner, Joe Gloom?

- Good luck, Johnny.



   

                   

You'd better believe it.



   

                   

- How's the air pressure?

- Thirty-five in the rear. Front,   .



   

                   

We'll be off and running here

in a matter of minutes.



   

                   

Miss Farr, he's up against   

of the hottest drivers in the business,



   

                   

and every one of them is gonna be

in better shape than he is, thanks to you.



   

                   

Well, thank you, Mr. Sylvester,

but he's a big boy now,



   

                   

and I like him...



   

                   

very much.



   

                   

They're bringing the cars

up to the starting grid now.



   

                   

All these drivers are getting their cars onto the

starting grid. We'll be off and racing momentarily.



   

                   

All the pit crew and well-wishers are

down there checking their final checkout-



   

                   

the safety of the cars and so on-



   

                   

and we certainly have

a crowded raceway this weekend.



   

                   

Tremendous group of people,

the weather's fine,



   

                   

and the starter looks like

he's ready to start the race.



   

                   

We'd like to clear the grid,

and momentarily, we're off and running.



   

                   

Just a few seconds-

And there they go.!



   

                   

Jumping into the lead

is car number   John North,



   

                   

in the Sylvester Cobra, as the rest

of these cars get through turn one.



   

                   

Through the S's they come.



   

                   

Going off the course, Ken Sweet

taking evasive action, gets off and on.



   

                   

I don't know how he did it,

but it was beautifully done.



   

                   

Car number   

Sweet, back and running.



   

                   

All the cars now up on top of the hill.



   

                   

Negotiating turn six...



   

                   

For a man who's out of shape,

he seems to be doing all right.



   

                   

- Easy, boy, easy.

- Off the course at turn   A,



   

                   

and we're waiting to see now if Hammond can

get back and running in that yellow Cobra.



   

                   

There he goes. Now back

and running, car number   .



   

                   

Still in command, North, in car

number   ...



   

                   

You tell that boy of yours

to ease off, Sylvester.



   

                   

- This is no jalopy derby.

- It won't happen again, sir.



   

                   

- It better not.

- No, sir.



   

                   

Now he's back in traffic.



   

                   

He must have lost it

just a little in turn nine.



   

                   

Now back in command.

North once again in command...



   

                   

in the Sylvester Cobra,

number    running very nicely,



   

                   

as are the rest

of these cars here today.



   

                   

Perfect weather,

perfect course conditions.



   

                   

Heat just right. Not too much heat,

not too little heat.



   

                   

Let's see how they do as they negotiate

up through the S's once again.



   

                   

This is the part of the course

that is really dangerous.



   

                   

Trying to negotiate a pass

as they go through the S's...



   

                   

is almost a physical impossibility.



   

                   

Miss me, Sheila?



   

                   

You're not allowed back here.

I'm watching the race.



   

                   

Is it North?

He looks pretty good out there.



   

                   

Leave me alone, Jack.



   

                   

- You're not allowed back here.

- Sure we are.



   

                   

It's all right, Earl.

This is Jack Browning and Mickey Farmer.



   

                   

They're, uh -

They're old friends.



   

                   

I still don't want anybody

in the pit who ain't workin'.



   

                   

Why don't you stand over by the fence?

You can see all right over there.



   

                   

See you later.



   

                   

Car number    the Sylvester Cobra.



   

                   

'Round turn nine he goes,



   

                   

four-wheel drifting that car

as he comes around turn nine.



   

                   

Beautiful, beautiful to see.



   

                   

Now they come back

up through the S's once again.



   

                   

Sylvester in number   .

North in the Sylvester Cobra...



   

                   

being pressed now by Hammond.



   

                   

Hammond being pressed.



   

                   

And North coming up to turn six

once again, very nicely.



   

                   

Now he's in traffic.

He lost it just a little,



   

                   

and now he's picking up his traffic

between turn six and turn seven.



   

                   

He went very hard and fast

through those curvy S's.



   

                   

Coming wide now.

North getting closer to the bales.



   

                   

Wow, that looks

like a horse show there.!



   

                   

See if he gets back and running.

Now he starts to go. He's in gear.



   

                   

He's got enough hay in that cockpit-



   

                   

I've seen cars go into hay bales,

but not with that amount of hay.



   

                   

He can't find the gearshift

for the hay.



   

                   

Down the back chute for turn nine,

going very hard and fast.



   

                   

Car seems to be vibrating.

He's got wheel trouble.



   

                   

Right rear wheel is bent.



   

                   

Could be from contact with the hay.



   

                   

I think that this man

will go into the pit stop.



   

                   

The car's starting to shimmy.

He's in the pack.



   

                   

His hand goes up, signifying

that he is going into the pit area.



   

                   

- He's coming in.

- A very wise decision.



   

                   

That wheel is shimmying

something fierce.



   

                   

Let's see if they can pull it off,

change the wheel,



   

                   

or maybe there's something else

that's bent or damaged.



   

                   

You just never know.



   

                   

The rest of the drivers are continuing

in the race at a very tremendous pace.



   

                   

Get me a new right rear

and check the suspension.



   

                   

Around the turns they go into seven.



   

                   

All cars on the course.

Everything moving along very nicely.



   

                   

They're working feverishly in the pits

to get that North car back and running.



   

                   

Let's see what happens.

The rest of the cars now on turn nine.



   

                   

It's bad, Johnny. The lower "A" arm is

bent. The shock mountings are torn loose.



   

                   

Bodywork's awful close.

It may rub, Johnny.



   

                   

All right, baby your right rear,

watch it on the right-handers.



   

                   

Summoned by his pit boss.

Now he goes.



   

                   

Now he goes back and running in number   

the Sylvester Cobra. He's a tiger.



   

                   

John North back into the race.

He's got a lot of time to catch up with.



   

                   

Smoke is still coming off

that right rear wheel.



   

                   

Let's see if he can keep going.

He's in the pack now.



   

                   

He's got Hammond behind him

in number   .



   

                   

Rogers in number   .

They're going into the S's.



   

                   

Let's see if he can make a move here

or whether he's going to hold his position.



   

                   

I certainly hope

he stays where he is.



   

                   

Tremendous contention.

Up through the S's they go.



   

                   

The race progressing

with a tremendous pace.



   

                   

North coming very close now.

He's pressing number    .



   

                   

Let's see if he can pass him.

Is he gonna pass him?



   

                   

Johnny!



   

                   

The car is in the air

and continues rolling six, seven times.



   

                   

Oh, not that.!

The car burst into flames.



   

                   

We're watching to see

if the driver's okay.



   

                   

North gets out of that car, believe it

or not, staggering away from the car.



   

                   

- Johnny!

- Easy, Sheila. You can't help him.



   

                   

It's good the wind was blowing,

blowing the flames away from him.



   

                   

He is dropping.



   

                   

This is a race where we should expect

an accident of this magnitude.



   

                   

Emergency vehicles

are being dispatched.



   

                   

The ambulance is right here, and they are

getting to North just as quickly as they can.



   

                   

The car is a shambles.

Just looks like a bonfire.



   

                   

They're moving North onto the stretcher,

and they will take him to the hospital.



   

                   

We'll certainly get the word back

from the hospital as soon as we can...



   

                   

and let you spectators

know what his condition is.



   

                   

- Johnny, you all right?

- How he walked away from that car...



   

                   

I can honestly tell you I don't know.



   

                   

But he's on his way

to the hospital now,



   

                   

and we'll certainly keep

you spectators posted.



   

                   

We have a tremendous race going.



   

                   

It's a fantastic thing

that car is where it is.



   

                   

It's just unbelievable.

I've never seen anything like it.



   

                   

How he got out of that car is-



   

                   

- Ow!

- Anything you want, Johnny? It's me - Earl.



   

                   

Uh - Oh, how long

have I been here?



   

                   

I don't know exactly.

A couple of days, maybe.



   

                   

How are you feeling?



   

                   

About medium rare.



   

                   

I would say you're lookin' good,

but I can't see you.



   

                   

I'm having the same trouble.



   

                   

I-I talked to the docs.

Everything's knittin' fine.



   

                   

What about the eyes?



   

                   

The eyes? Didn't they

tell you anything?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Your eyes are okay.



   

                   

Thanks, Doc, but my left eye hurts.

How bad is it?



   

                   

They gave me some double-talk

about peripheral vision, depth perception.



   

                   

You know, the insurance jazz.



   

                   

Bad enough to cause me trouble?



   

                   

Could be. So what?



   

                   

So you just don't drive in competition.



   

                   

- I'm a driver.

- I know, Johnny. The best.



   

                   

I used to be too,



   

                   

till I tried to shove my foot

through an engine block when I piled up.



   

                   

It happens to most of us, Johnny.



   

                   

You knew that when you got started.



   

                   

One thing you gotta remember...

Half the shop is yours.



   

                   

We're gonna build the hottest irons

in the world. Between the two of us -



   

                   

Between the two of us.



   

                   

Has she been here, Earl?



   

                   

You're sure a glutton

for punishment, aren't you?



   

                   

- Have you seen her?

- I've seen her.



   

                   

I figured I would've heard from her.



   

                   

Some people,

they just can't stand hospitals.



   

                   

You know that?



   

                   

I'll tell you what I know, and you

might as well know it too, right now.



   

                   

She don't belong to you, Johnny.

She never did.



   

                   

There's a guy named Jack Browning.



   

                   

What kind of a guy?



   

                   

A guy that's got it made.

Pays all the bills.



   

                   

He just snaps his fingers

and she comes running.



   

                   

- You're a liar! You're a liar, Earl!

- Take it easy.



   

                   

Johnny, I checked it out.

I talked to him.



   

                   

In Mexico, it was a bullfighter.

In New York, a boxer.



   

                   

In California,

a racer named Johnny North.



   

                   

But she always goes back to him.



   

                   

You just gotta get it

through your head, kid.



   

                   

You were for kicks. That's all.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Johnny.



   

                   

- Maybe I'm different.

- All right, Sheila liked you.



   

                   

How well is she gonna like you

when she sees you



   

                   

with a pound of grease in your hair

workin' on somebody else's car?



   

                   

- Get outta here, Earl.

- Johnny, it ain't the end of the world.



   

                   

Earl, get outta here, will you?



   

                   

Hi, Johnny.



   

                   

You know, they wouldn't

let me in to see you.



   

                   

Yeah, sure, sure.



   

                   

What are you wearing today?

Mink? Beaver, maybe?



   

                   

Hey, what's the matter?



   

                   

Just take a good look.

This is what a loser looks like.



   

                   

I don't care what you look like.



   

                   

You don't, huh?



   

                   

You want the other guy to sign the checks.

You keep me around for kicks.



   

                   

Maybe I could be your chauffeur.



   

                   

You know what they say about fancy dames

and their chauffeurs, don't you?



   

                   

Johnny, I know how you must feel.



   

                   

I feel great. I feel smart.



   

                   

I had to get my eyes boiled

before I could see. I'm not a toy!



   

                   

I don't wanna be

just something to do...



   

                   

until something better comes along.



   

                   

What has he been telling you?



   

                   

Who? Earl?

Earl never tells me anything,



   

                   

except about boxers and bullfighters.



   

                   

Maybe next time

it'll be a football player.



   

                   

This Browning of yours must be

a very understanding man.



   

                   

Johnny, I never lied to you.



   

                   

What difference does it make

whether you lied to me or you didn't?



   

                   

As long as Old Faithful

is there with his checkbook.



   

                   

As long as you could get your kicks.



   

                   

What do you think I am?



   

                   

You don't know?

Then ask Browning.



   

                   

He oughta know.

He's paying for it.



   

                   

Oh, man.



   

                   

I never saw him again.



   

                   

I heard things.



   

                   

He never had a prayer

passin' his physicals.



   

                   

So he bootlegged a couple of races

under another name,



   

                   

and they caught him.



   

                   

I heard he worked the pits

and cheap county fairs.



   

                   

Then I didn't hear anything...

till today.



   

                   

Is that all?



   

                   

You said Johnny was dead.

How'd he die?



   

                   

Johnny North choked to death

on one question... too many.



   

                   

- You got to eat, Charlie.

- Thank you.



   

                   

You know how many proteins

you oughta have every day?



   

                   

Not starch. Proteins, I mean.

Do you know how many?



   

                   

So we didn't find out anything.

We're in Florida here, aren't we?



   

                   

Right here.



   

                   

Well, maybe - maybe Pete'll call.



   

                   

It's a long shot.

But I used to know Mickey Farmer.



   

                   

No, I think we dead-ended, Lee.

Here, do you want my steak?



   

                   

- It's a fine steak.

- Fine. We come      miles for a fine steak.



   

                   

- It's a fine steak.

- Fine.



   

                   

Excuse me, Mr. Strom.

I have a call for you.



   

                   

All right. Hello?



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah, Pete.



   

                   

Yeah, that's the one.



   

                   

Oh, good. Good.



   

                   

No, no. I just thought

it was the same Farmer.



   

                   

Okay, buddy boy. Thanks.



   

                   

Mickey's running a gymnasium

up in New Orleans.



   

                   

Charlie, if he was in

on a million-dollar job,



   

                   

he might give us some trouble, you know.



   

                   

He knows me.

I had to lean on him once.



   

                   

You know 'em all, don't you?



   

                   

You never know 'em all.



   

                   

Hey, I bet you'd eat everything

in the place. Give me my steak back.



   

                   

Charlie, there's only a slim chance North

could tie in with him. You know that.



   

                   

- Slim chance or no, we're gonna find out.

- For a million bucks.



   

                   

No, it's not only the money.



   

                   

Maybe we got that

and maybe we don't.



   

                   

But I gotta find out

what makes a man decide not to run.



   

                   

Why all of a sudden he'd rather die.



   

                   

Inhale down.



   

                   

Exhale.



   

                   

Inhale.



   

                   

Exhale.



   

                   

Inhale.



   

                   

Exhale.



   

                   

Now do that for about ten counts.



   

                   

Boy, you sure don't need that.



   

                   

Well, gentlemen, thinking

of getting yourself in shape?



   

                   

You certainly came

to the right place.



   

                   

Now, take you, sir.

You look a little anemic.



   

                   

A couple of months of regular exercise...



   

                   

and you'll be in great condition.



   

                   

- You talk a lot, don't you?

- Mickey Farmer.



   

                   

Oh, excuse me, gentlemen,

but this is a hustling business.



   

                   

Mr. Farmer's in there, taking a steam.



   

                   

There's a couple of gentlemen

to see you, Mr. Farmer.



   

                   

What's the matter?

They can't wait?



   

                   

- All right, muscles, back to work.

- Hello, Mickey.



   

                   

- What d'ya say, Charlie? Long time no see.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- I'm just gettin' outta here in -

- Sit right there, huh?



   

                   

Just relax. We wanna talk to you.



   

                   

- Is this the control for that thing?

- Yeah. Why?



   

                   

We ran over an old friend of yours.

Johnny North.



   

                   

North? Friend of mine?



   

                   

Johnny North. He used to drive.



   

                   

Oh, yeah, yeah. That North.

I seem to remember him now.



   

                   

- I think I met him once.

- That's funny.



   

                   

We heard he got away with a big bundle,



   

                   

and we thought maybe some of it

belonged to you.



   

                   

- Did you find it?

- Did you lose it?



   

                   

We wanna know all about the big job.



   

                   

If you don't wanna lose

a lot of weight in a hurry, you better-



   

                   

Fellas, hey.

Come on, huh? Please?



   

                   

Please.!



   

                   

- Please.!

- You were in on the big job.



   

                   

Who else?



   

                   

Well, there was -There was me

and there was... Jack Browning and...



   

                   

George Flemming and... Johnny North.



   

                   

- How'd North figure?

- Hey, look.



   

                   

I worked hard on that job, you know.

If I tell you everything -



   

                   

Mickey, you will tell us everything.



   

                   

Well, Jack-Jack's dame

wanted him to take her to the -



   

                   

to the track, you know, where these old

heaps just bat each other around.



   

                   

At the far turn, it's Baker in front...



   

                   

with number    Farnsworth,

running second.



   

                   

Hanson is third. And coming up fast

on the outside it's the preacher.!



   

                   

The preacher is hotter than

a baker's oven, comin'in real hot.



   

                   

Now into the turn- the first turn-

the preacher goes high and wide.



   

                   

Hold on and- Whoa, Nellie.!



   

                   

Up to the wall and off, and the preacher's

still coming on in fourth place.



   

                   

Baker again in the chute.

Driving hard on the outside is Farnsworth.



   

                   

Comin'into that wing,

movin'in there tight.



   

                   

Pulling in there again,

the preacher comes on.



   

                   

And it's Baker coming down.

Baker is signaling-



   

                   

I should've stayed

in the hotel and slept.



   

                   

Fresh air'll do ya good, Mickey.

You look a little peaked.



   

                   

- I'll be right back.

- That'll be nice.



   

                   

You know, Jack, I know

you got a real thing about her,



   

                   

but there ain't a dame alive

that can drag me to a mess like this.



   

                   

- She likes races.

- So do I!



   

                   

But, I mean, horses. A daily double.



   

                   

Mickey, you should learn to enjoy

the simple things in life.



   

                   

There are two kinds of kooks:



   

                   

The ones that race these wrecks

and the ones that watch 'em.



   

                   

Take those cars off the

track.! Let's get ready for the next event.!



   

                   

Come on.! Let's get it on the road

down there, you stewards.!



   

                   

Get busy.! You boys in the pits, warm

those cars up. Get 'em outta there.



   

                   

All right.! Come on, now.!



   

                   

Line up.! Remember...

Once you get in there, stop your engines.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen, these drivers

are no different than any other folks.



   

                   

- Applause does not make them nervous.

- Hello, Johnny.



   

                   

- You hear their names, give 'em a round of applause.

- You could say hello.



   

                   

- You surprised to see me?

- I didn't think you'd enjoy this sort of thing.



   

                   

I don't, but I heard you were here.



   

                   

Johnny, you're too good

for this - this show.



   

                   

Then get away from me

and you won't see me.



   

                   

All the biggest drivers in town.



   

                   

- How's your friend Browning?

- Send those Disaster Derby cars out on the track.!



   

                   

- He's a friend.

- Come on.! This is the big one.!



   

                   

The Disaster Derby.!



   

                   

- That's me.

- Is there someplace I can get in touch with you?



   

                   

Slim's Garage down the road

knows where I'll be.



   

                   

There's something coming up.

May be a spot for a good driver.



   

                   

- Number  A, would you-

- Oh. I'm always interested in a good job.



   

                   

- Then I'll call you.

- We're waiting for you.!



   

                   

- Fine.

- How 'bout it, boys?



   

                   

- You wanna run in this race or- Come on.

- Better luck this time.



   

                   

All right, let's see... who's in the lineup.



   

                   

Are you comin: Mr.  A?



   

                   

Here comes George.



   

                   

Okay, start timing.



   

                   

He sees the sign.



   

                   

Waits.



   

                   

Backs up.



   

                   

Now he turns into this road.



   

                   

Let him get outta sight.

Give him five seconds.



   

                   

Then Mickey and I jump out,

grab the detour sign, cut this road off.



   

                   

That'll take maybe a minute, all told.

We figure the mail truck takes...



   

                   

no more than three minutes to get into

where George and the other car'll be.



   

                   

That means we've gotta

get back there in close to two.



   

                   

- That's a tough road to make in two minutes.

- I think I can handle it.



   

                   

Then you better get started.



   

                   

What's the matter with you, George?

I told you to keep it at    all the way.



   

                   

- That's where I kept it.

- Hey, Jack.



   

                   

If we can't catch up with that truck

and pass him by the time he gets this far,



   

                   

we're in real trouble.



   

                   

- What was my time?

- Just a whole minute behind schedule.



   

                   

You've got to face it, Jack. You're not

driver enough. What we need is a pro.



   

                   

Anyone in mind?



   

                   

- Johnny North, for instance?

- He could do it.



   

                   

What's more, he could hop the car up and

easily pass the truck before we get here.



   

                   

She's got a good point there, Jack.



   

                   

Are you sure you're just thinking

of the success of the job?



   

                   

That's all I'm thinking about.



   

                   

Talk to him.



   

                   

If you can get him in with his eyes open

and his mouth shut, I'll meet with him.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Is that all I get after all the trouble

I had running you down?



   

                   

If I knew you were coming,

I would've set fire to the place.



   

                   

Why didn't you return my calls?



   

                   

- Oh. Did you call?

- You know I did. Five times.



   

                   

And don't tell me you didn't get

my messages. I know better.



   

                   

I'm glad to see you.



   

                   

I'm sorry you came.



   

                   

I've missed you.



   

                   

- What do you want?

- A guy.



   

                   

The same guy I wanted

the first time I saw you.



   

                   

That guy is dead.



   

                   

That guy was so in love with you

he couldn't see straight.



   

                   

You're somebody else's girl now,

or didn't he tell you that?



   

                   

You didn't tell me. All right, so I like

nice things, expensive things.



   

                   

- Doesn't everybody? I can do without.

- Yeah, sure, sure you can.



   

                   

I'm doing without you,

and I don't like it.



   

                   

Johnny, am I worth anything?



   

                   

I always thought I was

when I was with you.



   

                   

You said you had a job for me.



   

                   

As far as you're concerned,

that's all I'm interested in.



   

                   

Strictly business?



   

                   

That's right. Strictly business.



   

                   

Would you drive? It's dangerous.



   

                   

Now I don't understand that.



   

                   

Would $      

make you understand?



   

                   

- What are you mixed up in?

- I'm mixed up in you.



   

                   

Drive one more time.

One more race.



   

                   

If you win, you win $      .



   

                   

Who do I race?



   

                   

The police.



   

                   

Some people I know need

the best driver in the world.



   

                   

Johnny,



   

                   

don't send me away.



   

                   

I want you to mean this.



   

                   

I've always meant it.



   

                   

I want you.



   

                   

I'll fill you in on all the details

if you can handle this job.



   

                   

Until I'm sure,

you don't get word one.



   

                   

- That way, nobody gets hurt.

- Suits me.



   

                   

The actual truck keeps

a   -mile speed all the time.



   

                   

I don't know whether

it can keep it up on this side road.



   

                   

Truck'll corner better

than most passenger cars.



   

                   

I'll tell you when to go.

We wait a few seconds.



   

                   

- Why?

- Don't ask questions.



   

                   

If you're as hot a driver

as Sheila says you are,



   

                   

you'll find out soon enough.



   

                   

Okay, Flash, show me what you can do.



   

                   

A minute and    seconds.



   

                   

All right. If you want in, you're in.

But you're in all the way, understand?



   

                   

You can push a car, I'll say that.



   

                   

She handles like a barge.



   

                   

Let me nail down the shocks,

work the box over,



   

                   

and I'll cut another

   seconds off the time.



   

                   

You can start right away.

I'll fill you in tonight.



   

                   

Here comes George.



   

                   

- Think he knows what he's doin' down there?

- He'd better.



   

                   

Come on, you -



   

                   

- Hi.

- Where's Jack?



   

                   

My, Mickey, aren't you the worrier?



   

                   

What d'you say, old pal, old buddy?



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

- How's it comin'?

- We'll win the race.



   

                   

I believe it.



   

                   

You look great.



   

                   

You look familiar.



   

                   

Johnny.



   

                   

Can I see you for a minute?



   

                   

Now, take it easy, Johnny.



   

                   

Jack's funny about things he owns.



   

                   

- So am I.

- Just a word to the wise, kid.



   

                   

- You know what I mean?

- Yeah, sure. I know what you mean. Sure.



   

                   

All right, we'll go over it

one more time.



   

                   

Are you sure you can concentrate

on dry business details, Mr. North?



   

                   

Uh, we've gone over this before.



   

                   

And we'll go over it again... and again.



   

                   

North and I wait here

in the car in uniform.



   

                   

At   :   we place

the detour signs here.



   

                   

The mail truck'll be along at   :  

give or take a minute.



   

                   

As soon as it's outta sight,

we move the signs from here to here,



   

                   

cutting off the country road.



   

                   

- Mickey?

- Uh, at exactly   :  



   

                   

George and me fake an accident here.



   

                   

When we get there, we block the northbound

lane so the mail truck can't pass.



   

                   

They see an accident, the police car,

they stop and we grab them.



   

                   

- What happens to the drivers?

- I approve of larceny.



   

                   

Homicide is against my principles.

Keep that in mind, Mickey.



   

                   

We'll wrap 'em up

safe and sound, Jack. Don't worry.



   

                   

Just be sure.



   

                   

We transfer the registered sacks

to my car. North and I take off.



   

                   

How do we know

how much money'll be in the truck?



   

                   

We don't, exactly.



   

                   

The truck picks up the weekend receipts

from the resorts up the coast.



   

                   

It averages over a million. The whole job

shouldn't take more than two minutes.



   

                   

Then we drive the truck

and the drivers into the woods...



   

                   

and get rid of all the fingerprints.



   

                   

Then we meet at Curley's

in Ridgeview on Friday.



   

                   

Okay. How's your end of it going?



   

                   

Fine, fine.

She'll, uh, do what I want her to.



   

                   

I'm talking about the car.



   

                   

So what? What's the point?



   

                   

I like what you're doing with the car.

Just stick with that.



   

                   

You get back to the hotel

and stay there.



   

                   

- I like it here.

- Go on. Get moving.



   

                   

I said... I like it here.



   

                   

Well, I can change that in a hurry.



   

                   

You touch her again, I'll kill ya!



   

                   

After the job, we'll settle this, North.



   

                   

Let's settle it now!



   

                   

- Okay.

- Let him go.



   

                   

I know we agreed not to meet again

after we make the split.



   

                   

I'm willing to make

an exception in your case.



   

                   

Sheila, my car is outside.



   

                   

I'll see you later, Johnny.



   

                   

- I meant what I said.

- You worry about the car.



   

                   

- Hey, what's up?

- Beats me, buddy. Some kinda roadwork.



   

                   

Oh, boy. That's just great.

I got a schedule to keep in Evansburg.



   

                   

It won't take you

much longer on a detour.



   

                   

But I'm late already.

Look, Officer, a lot depends on this.



   

                   

Well, I tell ya what.

We just put the signs up.



   

                   

They probably haven't started yet.

Let him through, Eddie.



   

                   

But keep movin: Or you may have

to sleep in there somewhere tonight.



   

                   

Don't worry, Officer.

Thanks a lot.



   

                   

Here he comes. Right on schedule.



   

                   

I'll do all the talkin'.



   

                   

- What is it this time?

- Who knows? They're always tearin' up something.



   

                   

Look, you can hit the state highway

seven miles through there.



   

                   

Turn right, it'll take you

right back into this one.



   

                   

We've gone that way before.

It's a lousy road.



   

                   

- How long will this be closed?

- Couple of weeks, I hear.



   

                   

Swell. Thanks, Officer.



   

                   

Hey! Just hold on a minute.



   

                   

Get 'em outta the way!

You're holdin' up the U.S. Mail!



   

                   

- Keep your mouth shut.

- Put your hands up!



   

                   

- Turn off the red light.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Clean as a whistle.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- You did all right.

- Thanks.



   

                   

- Pretty good pay for half an hour's work.

- Open that door.



   

                   

Go ahead! I said open that door!



   

                   

And that's the truth. I swear it.



   

                   

How do you know it's the truth?

You weren't even there when North took off.



   

                   

George and me picked Browning up,

uh, maybe five minutes later.



   

                   

Man, he was all ripped up.



   

                   

Where's Browning now?



   

                   

Browning? I don't know. California

someplace, I think. I don't know.



   

                   

After the caper blew,

we all kinda broke up.



   

                   

How 'bout George?



   

                   

He's dead. He got shot

in a liquor store job.



   

                   

How 'bout that?

We had our hands on over a million,



   

                   

he gets knocked off pickin' up

a few bucks to eat on.



   

                   

Mickey, if I were you,

I'd forget that this ever happened.



   

                   

I'd forget that we were here.

I'd forget everything.



   

                   

You have a very nice place here,

so why don't you live to enjoy it?



   

                   

Yeah, but if you're

on to something -



   

                   

Mickey.



   

                   

Okay, Charlie.

I forgot all about it.



   

                   

Then there's no sweat, Mickey.



   

                   

No sweat.



   

                   

- Yes?

- A Mr. Strom and another gentleman to see you, sir.



   

                   

Mr. Strom? I don't know

any Mr. Strom. What's it about?



   

                   

Tell him that we're friends

of a Mr. John North.



   

                   

They say they're friends

of Mr. John North.



   

                   

It's all right, Miss Leslie.

Close the door.



   

                   

Very nice, Mr. Browning.

Very nice, indeed.



   

                   

I always like to see

a man get ahead in this world.



   

                   

If you have business with me -



   

                   

Yeah, we've got business with you.



   

                   

Johnny North lives very modestly, uh,



   

                   

for a man of his means.



   

                   

- Johnny North?

- Lee, I think he's catching on.



   

                   

Um-hmm.



   

                   

We hit Johnny North last week.



   

                   

Then we had a long talk

with Mickey Farmer.



   

                   

George Flemming is dead.



   

                   

You know who that leaves?



   

                   

You and the dame.

And a missing million bucks.



   

                   

- Oh, and, uh, me and my partner.

- Mm-hmm.



   

                   

"Browning Development Corporation."



   

                   

You've come a long way...



   

                   

from being an ex-mail robber.



   

                   

I'm makin'out.



   

                   

But I've done it the hard way.

Would you like to take a look at my books?



   

                   

Which set?



   

                   

We don't read well.



   

                   

You said you hit North.

Was it a contract?



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

Why? Who bought it?



   

                   

We figure you did, Jack.



   

                   

Are you crazy?



   

                   

Sure, I wanted North.



   

                   

He double-crossed me

and made off with the whole bundle.



   

                   

And maybe I would've killed him

if I could've laid my hands on him.



   

                   

But first I'd have gotten

my money back.



   

                   

Maybe. Maybe not.



   

                   

Where's the, uh, Sheila Farr dame?



   

                   

You boys dug deep.

I don't know where she is.



   

                   

You better find out, Jack.



   

                   

Did you see her after the job?



   

                   

Sure, I did. At Ridgeview.



   

                   

Her and Mickey and George.



   

                   

Only when she found out that...



   

                   

Johnny'd gotten away with the money,

she blew up and took off.



   

                   

- My, my.

- And you were the number one brain.



   

                   

It didn't sound funny to you

that she throws you over...



   

                   

right when she needs a meal ticket?



   

                   

Johnny North runs off

with a million dollars.



   

                   

He's got eyes for her, and from what

I hear, she's got eyes for him.



   

                   

You must have lit right on your head

when you got kicked out of that car, Jack.



   

                   

Otherwise, you'd put

two and two together, you know.



   

                   

- You think that cheap little -

- We don't think anything, Jack.



   

                   

- Where is she?

- Now wait a minute, you -



   

                   

You wait.



   

                   

You wait... and you think.



   

                   

The last I heard, she was stayin'

at some hotel here in town.



   

                   

Have her call us here in four hours.



   

                   

Four hours?



   

                   

- She may not even be in town anymore.

- She'd better be.



   

                   

Listen, you boys are leaning

on me pretty hard.



   

                   

Jack, we've hit guys for a lot less

than a million. You know that.



   

                   

Now, just tell her to do what we said.



   

                   

- I'll do what I can.

- That's good. Oh, and by the way,



   

                   

when you talk to her,

would you pass this on?



   

                   

"You try to get cute with us,



   

                   

"and don't try to run.



   

                   

Nobody can."



   

                   

If I were you, I'd get hot.



   

                   

You already lost a minute.



   

                   

You think Browning was

giving us the straight goods?



   

                   

That depends on whether the phone rings or not.



   

                   

I figure if we worry her enough to call,

that she's got somethin' to worry about.



   

                   

Yeah, but what do you think?

I mean, what's your guess?



   

                   

Will she call?



   

                   

I would. But I'm not a dame.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Anyplace you say, lady.



   

                   

Sure. Your hotel tonight at  :  ?



   

                   

Fine. You're smart, lady.

We'll get along just fine.



   

                   

What are ya

- What, are ya losin' your marbles? You're asking for a setup.



   

                   

I like to give 'em that feeling

of, uh, confidence.



   

                   

She won't be expecting us

for another six hours.



   

                   

Oh, Charlie.



   

                   

Charlie.



   

                   

- You're always on top, aren't you, Charlie?

- I'm still alive.



   

                   

- Gentlemen?

- Do you have a Miss Sheila Farr registered?



   

                   

Uh, yes, sir. She's in    .



   

                   

- Just checked in?

- Couple of hours ago.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Who is it?



   

                   

Just a minute.



   

                   

- What do you want?

- He's Charlie. I'm Lee.



   

                   

You weren't supposed

to come until  :  .



   

                   

That's right. We're early.



   

                   

- Now see here -

- Shut up and sit down.



   

                   

Charlie, Charlie!

Don't bruise her, Charlie.



   

                   

She's got a lot of class.



   

                   

All right.

You've proved you can be rude.



   

                   

- Now what do you want?

- The money.



   

                   

I don't know what you're talking about.



   

                   

Nobody ever knows

what we're talking about, Charlie.



   

                   

A man stood still

while we burned him...



   

                   

and I'd like to know why.



   

                   

Now I figure if you phoned us

after talking to Browning,



   

                   

then maybe you had some answers.



   

                   

And also, you might know where

the money is, since nobody else seems to.



   

                   

Jack must have told you

what happened to the money.



   

                   

Yeah. Browning says that,

uh, you have it.



   

                   

I'll tell you what.

I'll make a deal with you.



   

                   

You throw the bundle to us, and we'll make

sure Mr. Browning never disturbs you again.



   

                   

Fair enough?



   

                   

I tell you, I don't have the money.



   

                   

What did you say?

Where is it?



   

                   

Can't you get it through your heads?

Johnny North took it.



   

                   

He slugged Jack and got away clean.



   

                   

- You mean he struck him?

- He certainly told you about it.



   

                   

Well - Struck him, huh?



   

                   

I wonder. I -



   

                   

- Kinda -

- Oh! Oh!



   

                   

I don't like your story, lady.



   

                   

- Would you tell me another one, please?

- I tell you, it's true.



   

                   

That's exactly what happened.



   

                   

If... Johnny didn't have

the money, then it's lost.



   

                   

Nobody ever loses a million dollars.



   

                   

Throw her out.



   

                   

That's a long way down, Charlie.



   

                   

Maybe she can remember

the truth on the way.



   

                   

Shut up, lady!

Shut up! Shut up!



   

                   

I wanna set you straight, because

you got it all wrong. This is no game.



   

                   

Now I want the truth, or so help you God,

you're goin' out that window express.



   

                   

Do you understand that?



   

                   

The night before the robbery,

I went to Johnny’s room.



   

                   

- What's the matter?

- Jack'd kill me if he knew I were here.



    

                   

After the holdup,

they're planning to cut you out.



    

                   

It was Jack's idea, but Mickey

and George went along with him.



    

                   

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna get to them before they get to me.



    

                   

No, Johnny. Listen. They'll just -



    

                   

- They'll kill you!

- What do you want me to do? Stand there and take it?



    

                   

Wait a minute.!

Now just wait a second. Come here.



    

                   

I was thinking on the way over.



    

                   

The way he's got it planned,



    

                   

there'll be just the two of you

in the getaway car.



    

                   

That's right. Just the two of us.



    

                   

And more than a million dollars.



    

                   

- It'll be dangerous.

- Living is dangerous.



    

                   

Promise me you won't kill him.



    

                   

I'm not a killer.



    

                   

I love you, Johnny.



    

                   

So much.



    

                   

- Did it go all right?

- Did it go all right? Take a look.



    

                   

Johnny.



    

                   

Oh, Johnny!



    

                   

Johnny! Johnny!



    

                   

We did it.



    

                   

- Have you got the clothes?

- In the car.



    

                   

Where do we go from here?



    

                   

And by tomorrow night,

we'll reach that motel I told you about.



    

                   

And nobody'll find us. Nobody.



    

                   

From now on, kid,

I take orders strictly from you.



    

                   

Oh, man. Let's go.



    

                   

Thank you, baby.



    

                   

Mickey and George

are gonna be lookin' for you.



    

                   

Get it over with, Jack.



    

                   

Well, we can't waste any more time.



    

                   

- We got the money. Let's get outta here.

- What about him?



    

                   

He'll find a hole someplace.

I'll put some people on him.



    

                   

- They'll catch up with him sooner or later.

- What if we botch it up again?



    

                   

It won't be botched this time.



    

                   

Come on, baby. Let's go.



    

                   

At least you're all right.

Thank God.



    

                   

Jack finally ran him down

where he was working and -



    

                   

and then he hired you.



    

                   

Thank you, lady.

It, uh, doesn't bother me anymore.



    

                   

What doesn't?



    

                   

Why he just stood there when we -



    

                   

You see, the only man

that's not afraid to die...



    

                   

is the man that's dead already.



    

                   

And you killed him four years ago.

You didn't need us.



    

                   

Charlie, offhand, I would say

Browning tried to cross us.



    

                   

- Yeah, it looks that way.

- We've got to do something about that, Charlie.



    

                   

That's right.

We have to take care of that.



    

                   

- Lady, would you get dressed? We're leaving.

- Where are we going?



    

                   

We're gonna visit Jack Browning.



    

                   

What's your name these days, by the way?

Mrs. Browning?



    

                   

- Yes.

- I thought so.



    

                   

Now get in there and change, huh?



    

                   

- Sheila?

- I'll be right there.!



    

                   

Bring my briefcase!



    

                   

- Did you get them?

- I got one. I'm not sure about the other.



    

                   

I was never so scared in my life.

They almost killed me.



    

                   

I'm sorry, but it's all right now, baby.



    

                   

Come on. We've got to hurry.



    

                   

Don't bother.



    

                   

Oh, God.



    

                   

I-I told you you couldn't run.



    

                   

Please.



    

                   

I-I didn't want to.

He made me do it.



    

                   

I couldn't help myself.



    

                   

Please.



    

                   

I... didn't want to have

anything to do with it.



    

                   

I - I had no choice.



    

                   

Lady, I don't have the time.



    

                   

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