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I wonder where I'll be tomorrow.

I wonder why I didn't stay
where I was a week ago

and a thousand miles from here.

I wonder whether
I shouldn't go back.

They really weren't
doing me much good there.

It was too overcrowded, too understaffed,
too hard up for money.

But they were pretty nice to me,
and if I hadn't gotten so damn restless,

if they hadn't made it
so easy to escape...

I've been walking away
from things for a long time,

ever since I couldn't
walk away from him.

He was fouling me
and getting me in the clinches.

I couldn't get him to stop,
and I couldn't walk away.

Always comes back the same.

Above the roar of the crowd.

That one wildly shrieking voice.

"He's punching his brains out."

"It's murder."

"It's murder."

Personalized.
That's nice.

Is something like that expensive?

I suppose with the volume
it might not be that bad.

That's what
it's all about--

Volume.

You sure know how to serve
a beer right, I'll give you that.

Ice cold.

Nice clean glass.

I can see you run a pretty tight ship
here all around.

I can understand.
You're probably a little tired.

Hiya, Fay.

Rather warm day.

Really develops a person's thirst,
doesn't it?

Here you go, Fay.

I was driving South with this
friend of mine, Jack Billingsley.

You know, big real estate family.

And, um...

Anyways, our car broke down,
so I go to get a tow truck.

And I... You know,
I can fix lots of things,

but, uh, cars...

Darned if old crazy Jack wasn't gone
when I got back.

I imagine what happened was, he...

Jack got the car started himself.
That's what happened.

Now you're in here
looking for him

while he's out there
looking for you.

Yeah.

Darn old crazy Jack
ought to know I'd come

into a place like this
looking for him, though.

Probably had an accident.

In fact, I think
I read about it.

What?

Uh-huh.

He and a girl named Jill.

You read about it,
didn't you, Bert?

Yeah.

Yeah, they uh...

They fell down a hill,

and their bucket got broke.

Then they got
their heads busted.

Well, I guess I just don't really
get the point.

Why don't you reach
to the top of your head?

Maybe you'll feel it.

OK, Mac.

Disappear.

I haven't done anything.

I've been acting all right.

You got no right...

Beat it.

I said I was waiting
for a friend.

All right?

I've been polite.
You know?

Look. You know,
I'm an ex-serviceman.

I've been to college, alright...

I've been to junior college
for 1 1/2 years.

Hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy.

Keep your hair on.

All right.

Hey!

Get in.

Look, it's all right.

Bert's not going to make
any trouble for you.

Yeah?

That's good, he's not going
to get the chance.

I just stopped in there for a minute
and I'm moving on now.

I tell you, it's all right.

Bert's the last person in the world
to call the cops.

Anyway,

we're not going back there.

I'm taking you home with me.

Home with you?

It's not far from here.

Come on now.
There's a good boy.

I wondered why she's acting
so friendly all of a sudden.

She was nice to you one minute,

needling you the next.

Seemed to depend
on how she felt,

and how she felt, depended on
how much wine she had in her.

Tick, tick, tick, tick,
tick, tick, tick.

By the way,
I'm Mrs. Fay Anderson.

Very happy to meet you,
Mrs. Fay Anderson.

And I'm very happy to meet you.

It's a unique privilege

to meet a man without a name.

Excuse me.

I'm, uh, Kevin Collins.

No.

Not the Kevin Collins.

Yeah, I guess maybe I am.

Well, don't feel bad about it.

It's your story,
so stick with it.

Well, what are you waiting for?

You want a piggyback ride?

Actually, I was wondering
about Mr. Anderson.

He's dead, Kevin.

Gone to hell.

Collins...

Collins.

Collie.

Mind if I call you Collie?

All right.

A lot of people call me Collie.

That's because
you look like one.

Stupid and shaggy
with a big, long nose

to poke in other
people's business.

I wasn't, uh...

Forget it.

Cheers!

You're very fast with
your mitts, Collie.

Fast and efficient.

You ever fight professionally?

I had a few fights.

Well, what happened,

stop a few too many
with your head?

I'll tell you something,
Mrs. Anderson.

I'd like to correct
an erroneous impression

you seem to have about me.

You see, I'm not at all stupid.

I may sound like I am,
but I'm really not.

Well, you swear to that, Collie.

Have it signed and notarized,

and I'll take it
under consideration.

I'm not stupid,

and I don't like for people
to treat me like I am.

Most of my life
I've been in places where...

I've worked in places
where it's difficult

to converse with someone
on equal footing.

It's hard to carry on
an intelligent conversation,

so after a while,
you sort of lose the knack.

Shut up.

But I'm...

Shut up. Someone's coming.

You think you could fix a few things up
around here, Collie?

Who's that?

Nosy, nosy.

You can use some of
my husband's work clothes.

You're around his size.

I didn't say that I'd stay.

You seem to forget I'm waiting
for a friend of mine--Jack Billingsley.

You might even get these
old trees working again.

What are they?

Date palms, Collie.

My husband imported them
direct from the Arabs.

Get-rich-quick-scheme
number 302.

What's wrong with them?

They've all dried up,

withering away
from lack of attention.

It's not much, but it's private.

Don't get the wrong idea
about me, Collie. We just met.

I don't have any ideas yet.

Oh, that's right.
I forgot.

In any case, you can
start work tomorrow.

You get cleaned up,
and I'll buy you dinner.

I'm in the mood for a drink.

Oh, and Collie, darling.

Do your Fay a favor and don't shave.
I like the shaggy dog look.

Before my old man
kicked the bucket,

we used to come here
once a week.

He loved to tie one on
and dance.

Do you want to dance?

I mean, I don't dance, but...

...if you want to dance...

I thought that was you, Fay.

Garrett Stoker.

But you can call me uncle Bud
like everyone else.

Don't mind me. I just saw
you and Fay dancing here,

and I said to myself: "oh, hey,
it sure would be nice to meet you".

Fay told me, that you were going
to help her out,

when I came by this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

And nice to meet you.

Hey, miss.

Another bottle of red
and one more glass, thank you.

I didn't really understand this
afternoon, when you told me

you had a Kevin Collins
helping you out.

Didn't think much about it

and then suddenly I saw you two
on the dance floor,

and it hit me like
the Kid's left hook here.

That's what they
used to called him--

Kid Collins.

When was that last fight
of yours, Kid,

the big one?

It was, uh, some time ago.

It was, uh...

It wasn't even a big fight, sir.

Sure, Kid, sure.

But every fight's a big one.

Being in the ring.

Facing someone who
wants to kill you.

You know what I mean.

What am I telling you for?

Yeah, I understand you, sir.

So cut out the "sir" stuff.

Let me know when
sports at 11:00 is over.

Where you going?

Talk to a mirror.

Sure I am glad you decided
to settle down, Kid.

Now you got some friends,

and people who admire you,
take an interest in you.

Settle down?

Yeah, take it easy for a while.

Rest up a few days.

Keep Fay out of trouble.

Let me see what I can stir up for you.

I got a feeling that I might be able

to put you next to something
pretty good.

Look, sir.

Uncle Bud.

I appreciate you
wanting to help and all, but...

Go ahead, get it off your chest.

Well...

You don't really know
anything about me.

Oh, but I know people.

I know what they'll do
and I know what they won't do.

Now, I figure you've had
a pretty tough time,

but you're sharp, nervy,

know a good angle
when you see it,

and you have what it
takes to finish it out.

Yeah, sure.

I used to be a detective, you know.

Fay tell you that?

I was.

Put a lot of guys
next to some pretty good deals.

Some of them had experience,
some of them didn't.

A lot of them never even done a deal,

didn't know they could,

until your old uncle Bud here...

...showed them how.

You're not a detective now?

Forget about that. I'll tell you
what you need to know

when you need to know it.

I was just...

One more thing.

Make sure you sleep alone.

Oh, maybe I just clear out
of here now then.

Don't take it personally.

I, uh...

I'm going to leave
you and Fay alone.

Well, Collie, my blushing boy,
what did I miss?

Plenty.

Really?

Let's get out of here.

Go away, Collie.

This little scheme's been
cooking for months,

and if you leave, it'll go
right on cooking till it boils away.

I'd ask you to stay the night
if it wasn't for uncle Bud.

But I don't want him talking you
into this mess.

And if he saw you...

Fay.

Here. Take the bottle.

You look lonely, and a bottle
can be a lot of company.

What's going to
happen to you, Fay?

Nothing.

Same as been happening
since my husband died.

Oh, never mind, Collie.

Just go and keep going.

Go. Go. Go.

Fly away into the night
up to the moon.

Whether she was
watching me or not,

I don't know.

I only knew
that I was moving again,

away from her...

...and uncle Bud.

I felt kind of sad in a way,

but at the same time,
I felt good.

Don't flash that bottle
around so much, huh?

Some highway patrolman
come in here and pfft!

Geesus!

Um, man. How about...
How about a ride?

Sorry. The company
says no riders.

Man, I could...
I could ride in the back,

just till daylight.

We'll probably run into
that dunk crazy Jack Billingsley.

Please, Mac.

Clear out, will you?

What will people think,
for god's sake?

They come in here,
and you start jabber away on them.

I'm sorry.

I won't say
another word to anyone.

I'll just, uh, wait here quietly

till it gets a little lighter.

Well, get away from the counter,
and go sit in the back.

Certainly.
I'd be glad to.

Alright.

Sorry.

Feel OK?

Like me to order you something?

No, thank you.

You ought to eat something

or at least have some coffee.

I think I'll just sit here and wait
for my friend Jack Billingsley.

That's not necessary with me.

Where do you live?

Well...

I see.

Been getting along all right?

About like always.

Pretty good, I guess.

Not really good, you know,
but all right.

How long since you
were under commitment?

It's been a few, uh...

More than a year now.

Would you like to go back?

Don't you think
you should go back?

Yeah. I guess I should.

Kind of.

I haven't been in
any trouble or anything.

You a doctor?

Yes. And I think
you should go back,

unless, of course,
you've got some friend

or family member
who can help you.

I haven't.

I wish I could help you myself,
but you know there are limits

to how much each of us
can give of ourselves.

Well, don't worry
about me, doctor.

I'll be all right.

You sure you'll be OK?

You lay off the booze
and behave yourself.

Yes, sir.

You are, like hell.

How can you?

Why the hell should you?

Come on.

He had a nice house.

My own room.

Nobody staring at you.

Except that I kept
thinking about Fay

and worrying about her.

Thank you, doctor.

Take care getting home now.

Hey.

Collie, I was going to ask you,

in case the hospital
should refuse to send for you,

if they don't feel
able to, that is,

because of the expense...

Yes, doc?

Collie, how would you feel
about staying on here with me?

You'd be a big help to me.

And I think
I'd be of some help to you.

And well, it would be
a fine arrangement for both of us.

Well...

Doc...

You see, my friend,

your judgment...

...just isn't good.

A man in your condition
is easily influenced

and, broadly speaking,

dependent on...

...the good will of others.

Well, you can see
the potential for tragedy.

I don't know, doc.

I never really hurt anyone.

I never did anything really bad.

What do you really
call bad, Collie?

Never mind.

I'm sure you've done fine,

hard as it was.

And from now on,
you'll do even better.

You stay here for a year or so,

however long it takes,

and, uh...

You'll see.

Come on!

Oh, Collie.

You crazy, silly sweet.

What happened to you, honey?

I just, you know, happened
to be in the neighborhood,

so I thought I'll
step by and bring you

a little present--some wine.

Well, come on in,
and we'll drink your clothes.

I'm glad you came back, Collie.

I wish you hadn't.
I prayed you wouldn't.

But I'm glad.

I'm glad, too.

I didn't mean to.

It just seemed
like I had to.

After I met you, and, uh...

And everything...

I just, um...

Couldn't...

Couldn't what, Collie?

Couldn't keep doing
the same thing.

It's like you don't know
what it is...

That you're supposed to do.

But, uh...

You know it's
going to be different.

Something has to change.

Feels good with you, Fay.

You feel good.

What do the words mean, Kid?

What's good? What's bad?

I'd say it'd be bad
for a nice guy like you

to have to go on
like he's been going.

I'd say it'd be good if you never
had to worry about money

the rest of your life.

I guess it would be.

Actually, you wouldn't want
to hurt anyone.

You wouldn't have to.

Just be a case of putting pressure
on certain people.

People that have more money
than they know what to do with.

Making them come across.

That'd be alright, wouldn't it?

Damn shame.

What?

All that money.

Their kids have to make
an appointment to play.

Our boy Vanderventer,

booked here Saturdays
1:00 to 4:00...

Putting practice.

Chauffeur's here at 3:45,
never a minute earlier.

That means by 3:40...

...you've got to be airborne.

Airborne?

It's a quick in and out, Kid.

You show up dressed
in the uniform,

tip your hat
to the play supervisor,

scoop up little Charlie,
and away you go.

You've got it pretty well
organized, uncle Bud.

Down to the tee, Kid.

With my connections
inside the department...

...I'll know every move
the cops are making,

before they make them.

I'm sorry, doc.

I just couldn't stay there.

You know I couldn't.

It just wouldn't be right.

I would have worried about it.

That's not very
straight-thinking, Collie.

That's the kind of mixed-up,
one-sided thinking

that can get you
into serious trouble.

I'm not mixed up.

Just something
I had to do, so I did it.

With a gallon of red wine, I suppose?

That was not for me.

It was a present.
I bought it for the...

...these people
that I'm working for.

I made a few discreet inquiries.

I know who lives in this place.

She's a widow,
isn't she, Collie?

She needs me, doc.

You know what that
means to have someone

who really need you
for the first time in your life?

I know.

But, Collie, it
still isn't right.

Oh, it must be

because when I woke up
this morning,

I was glad.

I was glad to be alive, doc,

because I knew someone else
would be glad...

And...

...people just aren't glad...

...unless you need them.

They may be nice and friendly
like you were, but...

...if they don't need you,

they really can't be glad.

They really can't care

whether you're alive or not.
And..

...when no one else cares,

and when that goes on
year after year, doc,

when nobody cares...

All right, Collie.

I'll agree to your
staying on here,

but she'll have to be told
about your condition.

I can do it in such a way,
that she won't be alarmed.

Won't be alarmed?

What?!

You're gonna tell her

I'm on the loose from an insane asylum,
and you don't think she's gonna be alarmed?

No, Collie...

I think I can pose the situation
much better than that.

Besides, I'd be violating my duty
if I didn't do it.

Don't do that, doc.

Because if you do this to me,

if you make me lose her...

Well, all right, my friend.

For the time being,

until you can get a little better
settled at least, I won't see her.

I...

I don't know how to thank you.

I went back to trying
to get the trees working again,

but not for long.

I was too weak.

The strain I've been under
when I thought he was going to see Fay

had taken too much out of me.

Kid.

Kid.

Kid?

- You're clear on all this, right?
- Yes.

What's the problem?

I was just thinking.

Yeah?

I was wondering if maybe...

...there wasn't some way
that we could do this,

without actually going through
with the kidnapping.

We'll fake it,

we'll start into it and then
you come in and rescue the boy.

Something like that.

And then what?

Family probably
give you a reward.

Lot less money to split,
but I think that

Fay and I can get along
with less.

Yeah, um...

How do I...

become a hero, though,
if, uh...

...nobody gets caught?

I don't know.

Yeah, it's...

...not gonna work.

It just can't be done
that way.

Yeah, I guess you're right,
it can't be.

We'll just, uh...

...stick to the original plan and, um...

...tomorrow afternoon this time,

three of us...

...are going to be sitting pretty.

Well...

How do I stack up
as an advertisement for sobriety?

You stack up. Period.

Yeah?

You really think so?

You ought to make sure,
don't you think?

I guess with you so, uh...

Clean and pretty
and everything, I, uh...

Yeah.

Whatever you think.

I'll just wash up
and be back in a minute.

Well, you know where I'll be.

In fact...

I may as well...

OK...

- Hello?
- Collie.

Collie?

- Look, fella, where are you?
- Right where I've always been.

I see.

You remember now, I only agreed
not to see her.

I didn't say I wouldn't telephone.

I know, you're a man of your word, doc.

I didn't say anything
that should have alarmed her, Collie.

On the contrary, I was careful
to reassure her.

Well, that makes her kind of crazy,
doesn't it, doc?

She shouldn't have been alarmed,

and she should
have been reassured.

But it turned out
the exact other way.

She didn't react properly.

She's abnormal, isn't she, doc?

I'm terribly sorry it's turned out
this way, Collie,

but you have to understand

my only interest is in
doing what's best for you.

Remember, Collie, we're friends.

Ha! Yeah.

Yeah.
I remember that, doc.

You'll stay there then?

Give me a chance
to straighten this out?

- No. I'm leaving now.
- No! No, Collie.

If you don't feel that
you can stay there,

you must come back over here.

We'll go ahead
just as we planned.

I'm hitting the trail now, doc.

And uh, don't try to pick up that trail,

because if you do...

Hi, Kid.

Hi, uncle Bud.

You know, Fay called me.

Was pretty upset. I...

I'm not sure I really
got it all right.

I know what happened.

Hell of a note.

Two of you were
hitting it off so well,

and then something like
that has to happen.

But she'll get out of it.

Soon as she gets
used to the notion,

she'll snap out of it. She'll be fine.

Just like you, uncle Bud?

Yeah. Just like me.

Nothing bothers me.

You know, a man's a man.
All that.

Bet you'd like a drink.

He let me know that after
thinking it over,

he decided we should
go ahead with everything

just as planned.

Fay wouldn't be in the car
to help with the kid, but...

...he was convinced
I could handle it on my own.

I begun to see how,
from his point of view,

the situation
had actually improved.

I'd never meant anything to him,

and now that I didn't mean anything
to Fay either,

and since I practically told him, how
he could fake the whole thing

and still cash in, wow...

You'd have to be blind not
to see what was coming.

I was due to get killed,

and uncle Bud was due--

Or thought he was--

To be a hero.

Hey!

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

He's punching his brains out!

It's murder!

Murder!

Knowing what I did, I couldn't say
why I was going ahead.

Just seemed like
something I had to do,

like I'd been set in a rut

and had to follow it right to the end.

I was hurt, of course,

hurt and mad at the whole world.

Guess that was why.

All I knew was
I had to go ahead.

Yeah? What are you
gonna do about it?

Hey!

Hey, give him back his ball.

I needed a plan--

Something that would
pull them into the deal

and hold them in it.

You're a pal Rogers,
help save my ass.

Maybe a quick
around-the-block?

Appreciate it, buddy.

Besides, I wanted to talk to you
about our friend Charlie.

What's happened
to him anyway, Rog?

What kind of shoving around are those
losers parents of his giving him?

Shoving around?

I guess I don't
know what you mean.

Never mind. I know how they treat him.
How they've always treated him.

He's been sick for years,
and he's getting sicker.

And the worse he gets, tougher
they make it for him.

Boy, I wish I was a little bigger.

I'd get me a club and...

Something wrong, Rogers?

Want me to duck out of sight?

No, these are just
some friends of mine.

and no, I want you
to sit right up,

like we were...
- I get it.

You were too early to pick Charlie up,

so you're killing time
with a pal.

What are you two doing out this way?

That boy.

That's the wrong boy.

Well, he looks...

He's not.

You got a wrong boy.

A blind man can see
that's a wrong boy.

OK, you know, it's getting sorted out,
just take him back...

and get the right one tomorrow.

Oh, just like that?

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

He won't say anything.

I'll make him think
it's some kind of game.

But it's too late.

You're practically a cinch to
run into the other chauffeur.

No, I can make it.

Then do it.

Go on, get moving.
I'll see you back at the house.

No, no. Get back
in the car.

Come on.

Come on!

About this little ride of ours.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't say
anything about it.

I won't.

And don't you say anything either.

Just give me a minute
to sneak back inside,

and you can go pick up Charlie
and no one will be the wiser.

Oh, hello, Rogers.

You're early for a change, aren't you?

Charles.

Charles Vanderventer.

Here you are.

Run along with Rogers now.

Is... that Rogers?

Is it? Oh my goodness.

And who else would it be?

Rogers!

Rogers!

Charles has had
a pretty trying day.

Would you please tell
Mrs. Vanderventer

that I suggest he
stay home next week?

Hey!

Just relax, Charlie boy.

Just be real nice and quiet,

and everything
will be all right.

Don't hurt me, mister.

I won't hurt you, and I won't let
anyone else hurt you.

...as crowds of onlookers gathered
to watch the police proceedings.

No leads have been uncovered
as of this time.

The one person who might be able

to give a more detailed
description of the kidnapper

remains unconscious
in the intensive care.

What's the matter?

I didn't surprise you, did I?

Surprise us?

Surprise us?!

Oh, Collie, why in the world
did you do it?

Why not?

It's what we planned on,

It was what I was supposed to do,
right?

Yeah, but not this way.

Not after you made a mistake and...
and... and...

I got to hand it to you, Kid.

I don't know another guy
in this country...

Who pulls a stunt like that
and gets away with it.

Oh, uncle Bud, sure, there is.

All you got to do is pick yourself
a guy who's a little bit off

and throw him a curve.
He'll do it.

I know exactly what you mean.

You hold the short end
of that old stick just so long,

and then you're gonna want
to start swinging it.

- Shut up.
- What?

I said shut up.

Whatever you say...

Look, what's this "curve" stuff, huh?

Who's throwing who a curve?

Huh?

How about it?

You were set to use that gun
an hour ago, right?

so why don't you use it now?

Can't you make up your mind?

You're scared.

Stupid and scared.

So let me help you.

Stop it!

Look, I just want to know
what this is all about, OK?

No.

I told you, Fay,
right from the beginning,

that I wasn't stupid,
and I didn't like for people

to treat me like I was.

Honey...

What's that got to do with it, huh?

Is it...

Does it have something to do
with yesterday, huh?

Look, I'm really sorry
about that, darling, but...

...it just came as...
As such a shock to me.

And I... And I couldn't think and...

And I didn't know what I was doing
for a while.

And then I... I...
I ran off and started drinking

and I made such a mess of myself...

...that I was ashamed to face you.

Forget it.

I know exactly what you felt,
so no point in telling me.

Then is it about today, huh?

Look, I wanted to be
in the car with you,

but the way I was feeling,
I wouldn't have been much help.

But you felt good enough
to ride with uncle Bud.

Conveniently show up.

Yeah, I mean I still felt sick,

but I was worried about
leaving you to do everything.

and uncle Bud, he said..

That's just the way it was, Kid.
Just like she said.

And it's a damn good thing
we were there.

You would've taken
the wrong boy.

Hasn't it occurred to you, Fay,

that maybe I picked up
the wrong kid on purpose?

What?

I am getting fed up.

What the hell
is he talking about?

The Kid's just got
the wrong slant on things.

Oh, do I?

Does he?

Yeah. Don't you
remember the other day?

We talked all about it,
you remember, the Kid's plan

about... we wouldn't actually
go through with the job.

I'd step in at the last minute
and be the big hero

and then collect the reward,
et cetera, et cetera, you know.

But it couldn't be done, huh?

Someone would have
to get caught or...

So that's what you think?

That's what you think of me?

Why not?

Well, sure.
Why not?

I mean if a person won't stop
at kidnapping, hey!

Why should she stop at murder, huh?

Oh, Fay...

Damn right,
because with people like us,

people who've become
what we have,

we were bound to arrive at it
sooner or later.

Hey, and you are damn wrong
about not being stupid.

You are, I am,
and uncle Bud here decided...

You know, uh...

we should really...

stop all of this moping around.

Look, we...

We had a little misunderstanding.

And it's all over now.

We got what we wanted.

We are about to collect.

Yes, gentlemen and lady,

now we can collect.

Well, that's just what I said.

I got an idea, Kid.

I've been thinking.

If it's OK with you,

the first thing I ought to do
is the car.

Into the yard, I can have it scrapped
in one hour.

In the meantime,

I send the ransom note.

Look, we've been
through all this.

There is no point
in asking me about it.

I just don't...

...want you to get
any more wrong ideas.

So don't give me any reasons,
and I won't get any ideas.

OK.

Did he eat all right?

Don't tell me
you don't know.

He must've been
pretty hungry.

It hadn't occurred to me.

I see now that
he must have been.

I've been thinking things over.

And I think maybe I
was wrong about today.

You think so?

Maybe?

About you, not about uncle Bud.

I know what he planned on doing.

But that doesn't mean
you had to be in on it.

And you might not have known
about it beforehand.

Well...

"I might not have".

"I maybe didn't".

It's algebra, isn't it?

Two minuses give you a plus.

Look.

Did you or didn't you?

Just tell me.

It's against rules, Collie.

If you have to ask the person
for the answer, it doesn't count.

Well, then you tell me this.

About you finding out about me,
would that have been all right?

Before this afternoon,
I could have answered you,

and you would have believed me.
You'd have no reason not to.

But after your
flat accusation...

All right!

Why do you harp on that?

What would you have thought
if you were in my place?

Exactly what you did, my friend.

That door leads to a walk.

At the end of the walk,
there's a lane.

At the end of the lane,
there's a highway.

This door's wide enough
for two people.

These two?

We could end all this right now.

You and me.

Then what?

Then we figure it out...

...together.

You and me, together forever?

You really believe that, Collie?

You really believe
there could be a you and me?

I know it, Fay.

Collie and Fay.

Through that door,
down the lane...

Onto the highway.

We could do it, Fay.

And I can take care
of you real good.

Oh, I almost forgot.
The car keys, Collie.

What do you mean?

It's rather simple, really.
I want the keys to the car.

Where are you going?

Why, I'm going out.

Maybe this was her plan,

a way of cutting me
out of the deal.

She'd point me in one direction

so she could move in another.

But right from the beginning,

she'd been able to get me
so rattled and mixed up,

I didn't know what I was doing.

Sure, she sent me away
that first time,

but she must have known
I'd come back.

I didn't have anyplace else
to go and...

Mister?
Mister.

I'm sick.

I think
I'm gonna...

Sorry. I'll clean
it up, mister.

Don't worry about that.

Just cut loose
as much as you want to.

You're... You're
not mad at me?

Why would I be mad...

...at a little boy
for being sick?

Honest, you're not mad at me?

No, I'm not mad.

And no one else
is going to be mad either,

because if they do get mad...

They just better
not. That's all.

I like you, mister.

I like you very much.

Collie, wake up.

Wake up, Collie.

Aah!

Put the gun down!

It's the boy, Collie. He's...

What's the matter with it?
What did you do to him?

Do to him?

Oh, you see he's sick, that's what.
He looks like he's dying.

Damn it, say something.
Do something.

Turn on the radio.

Turn on the radio?

There's probably something
about his condition over there.

I think I know what it is.

There were some guys
in the hospital.

Turn it on.

Hey, Charlie boy.

You'll be OK.

Good news, Kid.

The family's ready to pay up.

And they told the police
to mind their own business.

They just want the boy back.

They ain't going to be picky
whether he's alive or not?

What are you talking about?

He's got diabetes.

Yeah, I know, it says something
about that right in here.

Who would ever thought
he'd have a thing like that?

It's all that starch and sugar,
wasn't good for him.

Wonder it didn't kill him.

Well, maybe it will yet.

Maybe I'll get him next time. Why the hell
don't you say what you mean.

Now, now!

Come on.

So, Kid, what are you drinking?

He needs insulin.

He'll die if he doesn't get it.

I know a couple of places, but uh...

...with it being in all the papers
and everything,

it's like advertising
that we have the boy.

I see your point.

Besides, if you look at it
from one angle,

it's a lot less risky for us,

if we let him die.

Get the money beforehand
in any case.

and without him around as evidence, so...

...someone was able to identify us, well...

Well. Of course I wouldn't want
nice little boy like that to die,

but if we just couldn't help it,
like you say,

it'd sure turn out nice for us.

I was just pointing out
how you may look at it.

I mean, I don't see it that way.

Because if things don't come
as smooth as we hope, well...

it'd sure be a lot better
if he was alive.

Any way you look at it,
you're right,

but how's that leave us?

Get some insulin
at doc Goldman's.

You phone him, get him out
on a fake call.

I slip in, get the stuff,
he never knows the difference.

Sound good to you, Fay?

No car.

He must have left already.

Now remember, Kid.

The pool hall,
the corner of Main and 5th.

We're pals, right, Kid?

That a boy, Kid.
You're doing fine.

You cheating bastard.

You thought I'd never
catch up with you?

Well, guess what.

Look, I... I... I just need you
to give me a little more time.

I'll give you something,

you sorry son of a bitch!

You were gonna give it to me?

You son of a bitch!

Where'd he pick you up?

That's what I don't know.

I was just coming
through the door,

and there the murderous
son of a bitch was.

So he could have been
following you here?

No, no. He was just
in the neighborhood.

Boy, I would hate to think...

No!

You don't know what you're doing.
You're crazy!

But I know what you're doing,
and you're through doing it.

OK, Charlie boy.

OK.

You can go in and look at him
if you want to.

I can, huh?

He's all right,
and he's gonna stay that way.

How long's this
stuff gonna last?

Long enough for me to figure out
what to do with him.

You wouldn't be thinking about

giving him back for free,
would you?

I don't know.

Are you?

Skip it. I'll be screwing myself
if I talk to you much longer.

I'm getting myself
something to eat now.

Poor Collie.

They may hang him,
but he'll fill his stomach first.

With food.

Ha. Very good.

It's that sort of thing
that throws me about you, Collie.

You're so sharp
sometimes that...

Yeah?

Never mind. The way it is,
is the way it is.

Look Fay, if I only knew
what you wanted...

If you just talked straight
to me, maybe I could...

That's a lot of ifs
and maybes, my friend.

So maybe someday...

If...

Collie.

I just spoke to uncle Bud.

Yeah?

He thinks we should come
over there right away.

I just called him
and that's what he said.

Go on.

Why does uncle Bud think
we should go over right away?

Honey, hm...

You're not afraid
to tell me, are you, Fay?

After all...

...two people as close as us...

Sweethearts,
I guess you'd call us,

shouldn't be afraid
of each other.

It's the boy, Collie.
He ran away.

Well, he can't be very far.

He's probably hiding in somewhere.

No, I looked
before I called uncle Bud.

Well, we'll look together.

That way, if one of us
sees something,

he can point it out
to the other.

Yeah, that's what we'll do,
and we'll do it right now.

Looks like he had time
to make his bed

before he ran for his life.

We've got to leave, Collie.
He's had plenty...

I told you the boy
had to stay alive,

and I told you why.
Now, where is he?

What'd you do with him?

You really think
I'd do something to him?

Oh, Collie.

Let's be nice, huh?

Let's... Let's...
Let's lie down a while, huh?

Let's... Let's get
all nice and calm.

Shall we?

That was just a simp.

Try something like that again
and see what happens.

I want you to remember I warned you,
I'm gonna kill you for that.

Maybe.

Right now, you're gonna
do something else.

Fast and no maybes.

Well, I guess I screwed up, huh?

Didn't hit him hard enough.

What happened?

You'd just leave him out there
hoping he'd be found?

Did I? You tell me,
you dot all the answers.

I guess you probably did.

You do, huh?

You'd actually give me a break.

Well, shove it, bright boy.
I hit him, you get me?

I slotted him as hard as I could
with a big rock

and left him out there to die.

And if I'd had more time,
I'd have beat his brains out.

Be quiet.

You're upsetting the boy.

Why the hell should I?
Didn't I just try to kill him?

Well, didn't I, you rotten, mean,
hateful son of a bitch?

Sure I did. That's
kind of a woman I am.

I tried to kill him! I meant to!

I did! I did! I...

Mrs. Anderson...
Isn't it?

I'm Dr. Goldman.

Well, hello, doctor.

I just dropped in for a moment.

I'm due at the office
right now,

but I happened to be
out this way, and...

Your son?

Collie didn't tell me
you had any children.

It's her nephew.
He's visiting for a few days.

I see.

Fine-looking boy.

A little... under
the weather, is he?

Not feeling too well,
huh, sonny?

Never mind.

You don't need to talk.

Let's see if I don't
have something to, um...

No, I guess not.

I remember I was looking for
some this morning, before I...

...left the office.

He could do
with a B12 shot.

You might mention that
to his mother.

Yeah, all right.

Thanks, doctor.

Don't mention it.

Just sorry
I couldn't do something for him.

How did it happen, Collie?

How could you have done it?

Get out of the way.

Do you hear me, Collie?

Stand out of the way at once.

You don't know
what you're doing.

Someone duped you into this.

They're using you
for their own criminal purposes.

It doesn't make
any difference, doc.

You're not going anywhere.

We're leaving,
and you're gonna stay.

Can't I appeal to you,
Mrs. Anderson?

Can't you make him understand?

Fay, we're leaving.

Get together anything you want to take
and go on out to the car.

Well...

I suppose if that's
the way it has to be.

There's something
inside of every man

that keeps him going
long after he has any reason to.

For years I kept going when...

...going didn't seem
to make any sense,

and now I just
had to keep going.

I had to have the end come.

So, Kid...

You see anything
I've overlooked?

If you think of anything,
just let me know.

We're not going
to need all this.

You can't be sure now.

I want you and Fay
to be comfortable.

You may have to hole up here
for quite a while.

There's plenty.

What I mean is,

you never know
when you gonna need something,

and um... I'm not gonna be around
to get it for you.

Well, don't worry about it.

I better get into town
and check up on the cops,

make sure they're not
cooking anything up.

Stay right where you are.

We're going with you, uncle Bud.

Going with me?

What for?

For the same reason
you're going.

To get the money.

Uh, it... It ain't time, Kid.

You know it ain't.

Yeah, how do I know that?

How do you know that?

Because we made a plan.

Forget it.

It doesn't change anything.

See, uh, Fay doesn't trust me,

and I don't trust her.

We both don't trust you,

but I can
fix that part--you.

We'll park near the terminal

where I can see you
go in an come out.

I'll give you 15 minutes.

You're not back by then,
I'll tip off the cops team.

Kid, I...

Yes?

I'm gonna level with you.

I'm not quite the guy
you think I am.

Sure about that?

Yeah.

I've got no pipelines
into the department.

The guys I know,

they won't even
speak to me anymore.

They see me coming, and, uh...

They turn the other way.

So you are not sure,
whoever goes in for the money

won't be walking into police trap.

Right.

You're going to find out
awfully fast, uncle Bud.

Kid.

Don't make me do this, Kid.

Please don't make me do this.

If...

...one of those guys
should call Bert,

he could be there
in five minutes.

We sat there for
another half-hour or so,

and he was talking
every minute of it.

The words poured
out of his mouth,

and they didn't
mean a thing to me.

They were just a lot of noises

coming from
a sickish-looking face.

What other people said
had never meant a thing to him.

And now it was his turn.

Now he was meaningless,

and what he said
was meaningless.

I'm begging you.

I've got a bad
feeling about this.

If the cops don't get me...

Well...

Shut up!

Get up and start moving.

I am so sick of looking at you.

How's our boy doing?

Our boy is sick.

The white zone is for passenger
loading and unloading only.

Collie, what are
they doing, huh?

What are they doing?

Well, do something.

Let's go.
Come on. Let's...

Collie, I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

Hey!

Uh, something
the matter, officer?

I'm sitting here
with my wife, and, uh...

What are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for a friend of mine,
Jack Billingsley.

He's coming in on a plain
from the East.

What's your name?
Is this your car?

Let me see the registration.

You've got the registration,
haven't you, honey?

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

What did you say your name was?

Collins.

I'm waiting for my
friend Jack Billingsley.

I've seen you.

You ever been in trouble?

How you doing on that registration,
ma'am?

I think you have me mixed up
with somebody else.

I'm, uh, retired now,
but I used to...

I ain't got you mixed up.
I've seen you.

Let me see your
driver's license.

Hold it!

Collins!

Kid Collins!

Why, sure. I won
a 100 bucks on you.

You say you're retired now,
huh, Kid?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you
and wife a hard time, but...

...but with all this going on.

What is going on here,
something... trouble?

You said it.

You'd be better off
coming back later for your friend

Let's see.

Why don't you back it on up,
and I'll wave you through.

OK.

Aah!

He's got a gun!

Freeze!
Drop your weapon!

You'd still be better off

coming back later
for your friend.

This place is gonna be
little crazy for a while.

Why don't you pull it on out that way,

and I'll signal ahead for the guys
to let you through.

Thank you.

So far the kidnapping
has stymied the police.

However, the authorities
are optimistic

because Mr. Rogers,
the Vanderventer family chauffeur,

was able to talk with police
for the first time this afternoon.

While still in intensive care,
he was able to provide

the first detailed description
of the suspect to the police.

Wait. This just in.

The police department is now reporting
a sighting of the suspect

as he fled the scene of a shootout
at the airport a few moments ago.

He's being identified as
Kevin "Kid" Collins,

an ex-boxer who recently
moved to the area.

He was last seen
traveling with a woman

who police believe

may herself have been abducted
by the kidnappers.

Headed what may prove to be
a related development,

the body of longtime resident
Dr.Jake Goldman, was found this morning

bound and gagged
in an isolated desert home.

The 50-year-old bachelor
apparently died

from a single blow to the heart.

The valley planning
commission is meeting...

When a man stops caring
what happens,

all the strain
is lifted from him.

Suspicion and worry and fear,
all the things that...

...twist his thinking out of focus,
are brushed aside,

and he can see people
exactly as they are at last...

As I saw Fay then--

Weak and frightened, but...

basically as good
as a person could be

and hating herself
for not being better.

Suddenly, the only thing that mattered
was that she live.

It was the only way my having lived
could make any sense.

It was why I had been made
like I was--

To do something for her
that she could not do for herself,

and then to protect her,
so that she could go on...

So that she would have
the reason for living,

that I'd never had.

Funny how sometimes
things that aren't true,

are more true than the truth...

Because in a way
Fay had been abducted.

None of this would've happened,
if I hadn't come along.

As she said, this scheme
had been cooking a long time.

Now without me, it would
just boil away to nothing.

She had sent me away once,

but I came back.

I had to.

And now Fay was the one
paying the price.

I needed a way.

One last plan to make
the whole thing right

and leave her in the clear.

Well, we know what we got to do.
Let's get it over with.

Might as well.

One last thing, Collie.

We've done some pretty
inexcusable things.

I know you weren't responsible.

You thought you had to
protect the boy from me.

Whatever I said, I'm sorry.

Forget it, Fay.

It was all my fault.

I thought it was smart
to keep the boy alive, and...

...now I see it was about
the dumbest thing I ever did.

Well...

Regardless who was
at fault, that...

What?

Why, Collie,
what do you mean by that?

Don't you get it?

You call me stupid,

and you don't see
what I mean?

No, no, I don't see.

Oh, you've got to.

Uncle Bud could be blamed

for practically everything
I've done,

couldn't he?

And you...

Collie, what are you getting at?

You've got it
just about perfect.

It looks about 100% better for you
than it does for me.

You're a woman.

Living alone.

Uncle Bud threatened you.

You were scared to death of me,

so you went along with this.

I asked you. I asked you
what you're getting at.

You really don't get it, do you?

Then I guess
you wouldn't at that.

It won't hurt you
if the boy talks,

but it will hurt me plenty.

So...

There's your answer.

All spelled out for you.

He's not gonna do any talking.

You don't mean that.

You can't mean it.

You've had even more
than a normal person could take, and...

you're excited
and frightened.

You don't mean it,
do you, darling?

I know my Collie. I...

Ooh.

I really had you fooled,
didn't I?

Well, I guess I should.

All this practice.

I was up...

...for murder, Fay.

And it was the only thing
I could think of,

so I went into the act,

and it got me off.

It started to look
like such a good deal,

That I started
working it full-time.

What act?

Crazy stuff, Fay.

Hell, it's better
than a pension.

I can just roam around,

doing whatever I want,

acting stupid.

And then,
when I get a little tired,

I just check into an
institution for a while.

Hell, I tell you, sometimes
they give you a private room,

anything you want to eat.

I don't know why
people don't get wise.

You do all sorts of things
to give yourself away,

but somehow,
they never catch on.

They keep falling
for the same act

and feeling sorry for you.

God.

Let's just get this over with.

I won't kill you.

Just gonna mess you up a bit,

make you look like you've been
through a struggle.

I tried to keep you
from killing the boy,

The gun accidentally went off.

Don't!

Do anything you want to me,
but don't kill the boy.

There's an idea.

Instead of just bumping off the brat
and leaving me here alone.

I like you too, Charlie.

I like you very much.

It's OK, Fay.

You did the right thing.

You and me, together forever.

You really believe that, Collie?

You really believe
there could be a "you and me"?

I know it, Fay.