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(music swells)

(daunting orchestral music)

(horn honks)

(cars rumbling)

(mysterious music)

(siren wailing)

(suspenseful music)

- [Radio Announcer] This is the Radio Tabernacle,

to ask this question.

Have we an anti-Satan missile?

While we've been conquering polio and space,

what have we done about the devil?

(suspenseful music)

(loud explosions)

(suspenseful music)

(tyres squeal)

(bold horns music)

(horns honking) (bold orchestra music)

(suspenseful music)

(soft mysterious music)

(gentle orchestral music)

- Darling?

You downstairs?

I'll be right down.

Mother!

- Don't shout, love. I'm right here.

I don't know why I don't keep this in my room.

I simply adore it.

- Well, you better wash it first.

- Really?

Oh, I don't think too much washing is good for Lowestoft.

- In cool water. I'll do it.

- I have to get my breakfast things.

- Oh, I'll get them. You start on down.

Go on now, darling. Go ahead.

- Did you leave me a note?

- What?

- One of your little love notes, like you used to.

- Well, yes, but I don't want you reading it

till I've left.

Go ahead, start down.

- (sniffs) Mm. Is that new shaving stuff?

Marvellous scent.

- Guaranteed to make me irresistible.

- (chuckles)

You'd better get a move on.

The radio says traffic's fierce already.

- Okay.

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

Oh, you go ahead.

I don't have patience for that contraption.

- I don't blame you.

I'll be glad when I don't have to use it anymore.

- [Malcolm] It's really gonna be hot today.

- It's warm right now.

- [Radio Announcer] American or Russian.

- [Radio Announcer] The expected death toll from highway accidents,

as well as swimming and boating mishaps,

may well exceed last year's record high.

- They always sound so sort of pleased.

- What?

- Drive very, very carefully, love.

- I always do.

"Careful Malcolm," they call me. "Un-Headstrong Hilyard."

(music box twinkling)

- I do wish you could try to cut down on your smoking.

- (sighs) I'll try.

- Who are your guests going to be this weekend?

Peggy and Paul?

- Oh, just the three of us.

I'm cook, Paul's butler, and Peggy gets to be waited on.

We'll miss you.

- Perhaps we can go up together in the fall.

I should be through with this wretched thing by then.

Although I keep dreaming that maybe the stock market

will go zooming up, and we can go to Paris,

London and Paris.

All this war talk in the papers,

maybe we should go into armament stocks again.

It seems such a terrible way to make money though,

don't you think?

(water dribbling)

- You're gonna be all right now? Nellie's available?

- I'll call Nellie if I need her, you if I need you,

ice company if I need ice, the coal company if I need coal,

and the happiness people if I need happiness.

Yes, dear, I'll be fine.

I squeezed some fresh orange juice for you.

- Oh, I'll get something to eat on the road.

- I read an article about blood sugar and hot days.

Orange juice is highly recommended.

- How about that other article you read last month,

that it's actually healthier

to keep your blood-sugar level low?

- What?

- (chuckles) No, I'm kidding, darling.

Although your health hints do sort of overlap sometimes.

- Tease me all you want, but drink it.

(Malcolm sighs)

That's a good boy.

- I'll be back by uh, oh, lunchtime, Tuesday.

Maybe right after lunch.

- Such a large suitcase for one small weekend?

- Mm-hmm, well, why not?

I don't have to pay excess baggage to the car.

(Cornelia chuckles)

- Oh, Lowestoft, cool and pure.

Passion remote, and beauty secure.

Who wrote that?

Come to think of it, it's a line of mine.

That's getting old, forgetting your own work.

- What?

- I was just wondering who wrote a bit of verse

and then remembered it was I.

Darling, you really had better get started,

or it'll just be traffic, traffic, traffic.

(water flowing)

- Goodbye.

- Give my love to Peggy and Paul.

- [Malcolm] I will.

(gentle strings music)

(door bangs shut)

(mysterious sombre music)

(bottle clatters)

(mysterious music)

(ladder bangs)

(car horn honking)

- Have a good time, love.

(ladder bangs)

(Cornelia sniffs)

(kite fluttering)

(electricity sizzles)

(elevator whirring)

(graceful strings music on radio)

(kite flutters)

(electricity sizzles)

Now, what the hell's the matter with you?

Oh, it'll be all right in a minute.

(gentle orchestral music)

I suppose all the electricity in the neighbourhood is off.

I'm sure people are calling up like mad.

Hello?

(slow sombre orchestral music)

Hello?

(slow sombre orchestral music)

Hello?

(slow sombre orchestral music)

I never felt so idiotic in my life.

- [Radio Announcer] Happy weekend.

The movement to the mountains, lakes, and beaches continues.

Everybody is heading for the great outdoors.

Here in the city, the nude, decapitated body

of a woman has been found in a cistern at the--

(radio clicks off)

Dear workmen, wherever you are,

please hurry and fix everything.

Please?

(lively marching band music)

(people cheering) (snare drum music)

(water dripping)

(sighs) I'm really being absurd.

My mind has me dying of thirst.

Really.

(water dripping)

(elevator alarm rings loudly)

Oh, my.

Well, this is what it's for.

(elevator alarm rings loudly)

How many times I've passed bells ringing,

just walked on.

Well, I never will again. At least not for several days.

I'm here in my own house, a few feet from cars and people.

Or is this panic? (whistle blaring)

(crowd cheering)

(elevator alarm ringing)

Hello!

(mysterious music)

Well, I'm not going to stay here half the morning.

I don't care how much racket I make.

(elevator alarm ringing)

(elevator alarm softens)

(elevator alarm ringing)

How does that poem go?

Here in this city, this busy place.

Here in Cleveland, Paris, Des Moines, Babylon,

we have conquered fear, have we not?

We have not.

(sombre orchestral music)

(music intensifies)

Without light, this would really be a tomb.

Really be a tomb.

Save the batteries.

(light switch clicks)

(mysterious music)

(George gasps)

(George breathes heavily)

(tense sombre music)

(telephone ringing)

(glass shatters)

(telephone ringing)

(Cornelia shudders)

- Ah, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(bottle shatters)

(George mutters)

- Nellie, is that you?

Whoever's out there, I am trapped in here.

You see, I broke my hip last April, and we had an elevator.

Hello?

Hello?

In here.

In front. In the elevator.

(George pants)

Whoever it is, I will build a small shrine to you.

Hello?

I was afraid I'd be trapped in this miserable cage

till my son gets back Tuesday.

(soft curious music)

Why won't you answer me?

(soft curious music)

Answer me.

(telephone ringing)

(shoe clunks)

(telephone ringing)

(shoe clunks)

(telephone rings)

(sombre strings music)

(telephone rings)

(mysterious music)

- Oh, boy.

(suspenseful music)

(glass shatters)

(George grunting)

(elevator alarm ringing)

(George grunting and panting)

(elevator alarm ringing)

(statue shatters)

Graven images!

(statue shatters)

Repent!

- Help!

- Repent!

- Help! Help!

Help!

- Repent!

- Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! - Repent!

- Help! Help! - Repent!

- Help!

- Repent!

(Cornelia sighs)

(Cornelia breathing heavily)

(horn honks)

(assistant whispers indistinctly)

- Five.

(Essie laughs)

- Where does he get that toaster? An old wino?

A 40, $50 toaster.

Bottle of good wine, cigarettes in his pockets?

An old wino? Huh?

(Essie laughs)

- Lady and gentlemen, do you have some business

with Mr. Paul?

On account of the holiday, he will be closing earlier today.

- Step up or step out.

(bag rattling)

(metal clattering)

(George groans)

- (sighs) I wonder where he's going.

Don't you wonder where he's going?

- Yeah.

- He must have found something real good, all right.

Don't you think?

- Yeah.

- Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

(Cornelia sighs)

We'll save you, dear.

Reach.

Ring, somebody.

Nellie.

Nellie, please.

Call

me

up.

(gentle music)

Malcolm, love,

call me up.

(gentle music)

He's dialling.

It's getting ready to ring.

(gentle music swells)

Now!

(gentle sombre music)

(cries) Oh, Malcolm, baby.

Call me up.

Call me.

(bar clatters)

(knocking at door)

- Ah, what the hell?

What?

Hm?

What? Who?

What the hell?

Two bucks?

Who'd be giving me two bucks?

Oh, my god.

Old, "Repent, repent, repent."

What are you doing down there on your knees?

You praying at my door?

- You gave me two bucks a while back,

and, and I, I says it's a loan,

and you says, like, you didn't think you'd ever get it back.

Well, you did.

- Hm, yeah.

"Repent, repent, repent."

Yeah, I remember you.

- I told you my name. It's George L. Brady Jr.

- Yeah well, it's early as hell, honey.

What time is it?

- Oh, yeah. Um.

(George muttering)

It's 12:04, Saturday. (laughs) All day.

(George panting)

You can keep it.

- Why?

- Well, I thought, I thought maybe

I could tell you about something.

We can make money.

- I don't work with nobody no more.

- No, nothing like that.

- (sighs) Come on in.

- Yeah?

- What's the deal?

There's this house, and she's stuck in an elevator,

the lady, till probably Tuesday, she says.

I, I, I need somebody with a suitcase to help me out.

We could do real good, clean out the whole house probably.

- You had two bucks, you could've got a suitcase.

- Oh well, there's a lot of wine. There's a room full.

- Wine, huh?

- Yeah.

- And you want somebody to keep you away from the wine

long enough?

- Yeah.

- Nursemaid, huh?

Me?

(both laughing)

What kinda stuff in that house?

- Oh it's everything. It's three stories high.

A private elevator, and you could see the things all around.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, I thought maybe, you and me, we could take a trip.

- You wanna have a piece of toast?

- No, I don't eat much.

- Maybe that's the trouble.

- Oh, okay.

(George laughs) (Sade sighs)

- Hands off in the morning or you'll repent for real sure.

♪ Alouette, gentille alouette ♪

♪ Alouette, je te plumerai ♪

(deep sombre music)

- I'll write a poem in my head.

Oh, I haven't written anything but letters in so long.

Oh, I have worshipped thee, false God.

For thou art false electricity.

Ye gods, what a rhyme.

Kilowatt is his name,

And we did burn incense to his power.

But lo, one day our god, kilowatt, left us.

Could we then go back to the gods of our childhood?

To reindeer, Santa Claus?

(elevator banging)

(tense suspenseful music)

(doors clattering)

(sombre orchestral music)

Almost. Almost got it.

(curious orchestral music)

Almost.

Almost.

Almost got it.

(elevator clattering)

(bold orchestral music)

(Cornelia breathes deeply)

(daunting orchestral music)

(Cornelia breathing heavily)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(deep sombre orchestral music)

- [Sade] Wow.

- [George] This, this.

- Oh, wow.

Wow.

Wow, honey, I never saw nothing like this,

not even in magazines, not even in advertisements.

- How much you think it's worth, like, this spoon, huh?

- Not even in advertisements.

(elevator alarm ringing)

- [Elaine] I'm right in the sun, and I'm sticky and sweaty.

What's happening?

- Must've been some kind of alarm bell.

- How 'bout we go look in some windows?

(Elaine vocalising)

- Two minutes.

(elevator alarm ringing)

(cap gun popping)

(footsteps clicking)

(door slams shut)

(Sade sighs)

(train horn blows distantly)

- What, what's that, now?

- It's a cup, like for babies.

But it's, I think it's a gold one.

I heard of silver ones, but a, a gold one.

"Baby Malcolm Cornelius Hilyard.

Weight seven pounds, three ounces."

Gold.

- Let's go look what's upstairs, hm?

What's the matter?

- George is your name?

- George. Yeah, George.

I, I told you, George L. Brady Jr.

The L is for Luckman, that's my mother, German.

- George, this is big.

This thing you found us here is big, real important,

and I'll always be grateful, but,

but let's not lose it out of being greedy.

- What do you mean?

- Well suppose somebody comes, you could handle him?

- I don't want no other man. I, I, I just don't.

(Sade sighs)

- Okay, George. Let's look at the rest of the house.

(George moaning)

Oh, you just can't make up your mind, can you?

Repent one minute, slobber the next.

Slobber, slobber.

(cup clatters)

- Uh-huh. Yeah.

Oh.

(Cornelia sighs)

Here's the--

- Did you get...

A lotta wine, huh?

(George groans lightly)

- Close that door. Close it.

Close that door!

My whole future is at stake!

- Close it yourself.

(door slams)

- Get out!

You want some other man here instead of me?

Well, go on, get out.

- Call your butler, why don't ya,

and have him escort me to the door.

(telephone ringing)

(Sade gasps) - How did you?

(telephone ringing)

- Stop her.

Take it off the hook or something.

(dramatic music)

- Help! Help!

Please, help!

1132 Lenko. Emergency, help!

This is Mrs. Hilyard. I am trapped.

Address is 1132 Lenko.

Help! Help!

Please, I am trapped

in small, private elevator.

1132 Lenko Street. 1132 Lenko Street.

Help! Please, help.

(stair creaking)

I,

this is my house, my son's and mine.

I broke my hip a few months ago,

and I am somewhat incapacitated.

I need help.

(slow curious music)

Haven't you ever needed help?

(Cornelia sniffs)

Perfume?

Is that perfume? A woman?

Are you a woman?

Listen.

(Cornelia shuddering)

Hello.

My name is Hilyard.

I am Mrs. Hilyard. What's your name?

Won't you answer me?

Please answer me.

(kids yelling loudly)

- Let me alone! Leave me alone! Somebody!

What? What?

Leave me alone!

(Essie laughing)

- Arriba!

- Did you think you could keep this to yourselves, huh?

An old wino and a fat hustler?

- What is this? What are you doing here?

- Oh, I cut my rear. I think I'm cut bad.

- If you're cut in your rear, muchacha,

you ain't cut near nothing delicate.

- I'm bleeding, all over my dress, all over the floor.

I think I'm bleeding to death.

I think I cut a main vessel.

I, I, I gotta find a place to stop the bleeding.

(Cornelia crying)

- Now, now you better tell me what you're doing here

with these things on your faces.

What, what are you afraid of?

- Afraid of being identified, Dad.

Ah, she see you, the lady in the elevator, huh?

- Oh, no, no, no, uh, uh, uh, uh, she didn't see me.

- Hey, how about this big old flop-flop!

- Hey, we really got ahold of something super! (laughs)

- I can't see good with this thing on.

- Leave that on your head.

- Randall's always talking about holding up

a bank money truck or something.

- Keep the mask on.

- Okay.

(Essie screaming)

- This is so you won't be recognised either, wino.

- [George] I know who you are. You followed me here.

This is my place I found, now you leave here.

(lamp swooshing) (boys stammering)

Hey, hey, what's, what's happening?

(Essie laughing)

- On your knees, Dad.

- Hey, cut it out. Cut it out.

- "Cut it out, cut it out."

- Hey, cut it out, cut it out.

- "Hey man, cut it out."

(George grunts)

(lamp shatters)

(dramatic music)

(boys breathing heavily)

(jet engines roaring)

(sonic boom)

Oh, it is hot in here.

- What'd you do to him?

Is he alive? What did you do?

Oh, his breath is moving. He ain't dead.

- Hey, look at that tub!

Look at the size of that tub.

There's room for two, three, four, maybe.

A ball.

- Elaine.

I, uh,

I, I did tell you, leave your shirt on, hm?

(Elaine blows raspberry)

(object clatters)

Okay, load her up.

Let's get to work.

- Oh, you're hard.

I never, I never seen people as hard as you people.

(water flowing)

- [Cornelia Voiceover] Somebody taking a bath?

(Sade gasping)

- You're our pickup truck, our little old pickup truck.

- I ain't toting for you.

- Pickup trucks, they don't answer back.

Elaine.

You come on and carry too.

- [Elaine] Drop down dead.

(hand slaps) (Elaine screams)

(Elaine crying) (Randall yells indistinctly)

(Randall laughing) (Elaine crying)

(hand slaps) (Elaine yells )

- Wait a minute. Please listen.

Take it all. You can have anything you want.

Take anything you want, take anything you want,

but in the name of humanity,

help me get out of this horrible cage.

(Randall laughs)

Couldn't you let me out of this cage?

Please?

Please.

Please!

Oh, what? Who?

What monsters?

Oh, do your stealing and get out.

Steal and get out.

What sort of creatures are you?

(hand bangs)

(Randall laughs)

Oh, even animals would have more simple compassion than you.

- What? You're, you're something holier than thou? Huh?

You're something, uh,

you ain't no animal?

- I am a human being. A thinking, feeling creature.

(Randall burps)

- Well me, uh, I'm an animal.

Right now I am all animal.

A lot of time I, I can't even make animal.

A lot of time I'm just what they call a, inmate.

An animal's better.

- What do you mean, inmate? Asylum?

You're from some asylum?

- Asylum?

Oh, no, you don't.

(Randall laughs)

Reformatory, work farm.

I, I been inside every way there is to be inside.

I been some kind of inside since I was, uh, nine years old.

- Oh, I see.

You're one of the many bits of offal

produced by the welfare state.

You're what so much of my tax dollars

goes for the care and feeding of.

Well, I don't know if I'm "offal,"

but yeah.

Yeah.

And, and I sure do wanna thank you, ma'am,

for all them tax dollars.

The food is lousy, though.

(Randall burps)

(Randall laughs)

- [Essie] Hey, we got another load of stuff.

We're piling it on the back porch.

- Yeah, come on up.

(elevator rattling)

- [Cornelia Voiceover] The world must have ended.

Someone on one side or the other must've pushed the button,

dropped the bomb.

(Cornelia shuddering)

- [Radio Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

here before us stands, the man of tomorrow.

(crowd applauds)

(Cornelia laughing deliriously)

(suspenseful music)

- [Cornelia Voiceover] We made us cities and towns

and thought we had beat the jungle back,

not knowing we had built the jungle in.

I suppose every hospital room's a jungle.

Every neat little room where somebody's having

his body opened.

Or lies dying.

Every marriage bed.

Love bed.

Lust bed.

(music box twinkling)

(smacking lips)

- Elaine.

(Elaine humming)

Elaine!

(music box slams shut)

(Elaine laughs)

- Put this over your face.

- That's it, hand it to me, come on!

(George screaming)

- Help me, somebody!

- Ah, I missed that.

- [George] Help me!

(statue shatters)

Help!

(George screaming)

(George crying)

Why hast thou blinded me?

(footsteps clomping)

Oh, god!

Blind!

Why hast thou blinded me? - He thinks he's blind.

(Randall and Essie laugh) - Oh, God, Lord God.

- That ain't so funny.

- Who is it? Who is it? Who's, who's, who's laughing?

No, he's blinded me.

Am I so much guiltier than others? (groans)

- You ain't blind, honey, now take it easy.

You ain't blind. See? See? - What, what is it?

What, who is it?

- It's Sade, it's Sade, just old, fat Sade, honey.

Now, take it easy. You're all right.

- [George] Which one of you knocked me out?

- I did, pop.

Wanna fight? Come on, get your dukes up.

- He just wants to go home and so do I.

- Yeah, I'm tired, and I'm fed up

with this thing on my head.

She can't see us up here.

Why can't we take 'em off?

(siren wails in distance)

(siren fading)

- Essie, lock the back door good.

Elaine's gonna take a bath.

Oh, uh, we'll decide about you going home, huh?

- Gee, thanks so much.

- I'll be back.

(door slams shut)

- They have took everything, everything you could hock.

All the silver, all the jewellery, everything.

I could just, just break their necks.

(water flowing)

(phone dial clicking)

- Who, who you calling?

- I told you you couldn't handle this alone.

(telephone ringing)

- Hello, Mr. Paul speaking.

- Mr. Paul, this is Sade. Remember?

I live in that building Mr. Zimmer owns.

I'm sorta, plump.

I'm onto a real hot deal, Mr. Paul, real hot.

- I'm closed now for the holiday weekend.

I'm taking my wife and her mother out now.

- No, listen. There's a whole great big house here.

A private-elevator type of house, and we are being cut out.

There's silver like you've never seen. 1132 Lenko.

Solid silver spoons,

gold, everything. - Randall, let's go.

(Randall laughs distantly)

(phone receiver clicks)

(can clatters)

- [Cornelia Voiceover] Locking us all in.

Now what?

(water sloshing)

(tweezers clink)

(water sloshing)

(Elaine chuckles)

(water flowing)

- Ouch!

Randall, you trying to boil me? It's hot.

- You get used to it.

- Sure is better than an old shower, ain't it, huh?

- Guess so.

- Just gonna lie here and soak.

Essie.

- All right, Essie, dear.

Get a good look.

- You seen my feet. (laughs)

- Well, come on in here.

- (chuckles) Sure is a big tub, all right.

- You gonna get in with her?

- Sure. What the hell. (chuckles)

(Elaine chuckles)

- What I been thinking is,

we wore the stockings and all

but uh, she heard our voices

and she sounds real smart to me.

So, what I've been thinking is,

why leave her around when we go, huh?

- Kill her?

- Scared?

(chuckles softly) You're both chicken, ain't ya, huh?

- Uh, what, what they got in this state?

They got the hot, hot seat?

- (laughs) I practically killed the wino anyway.

Hm? Just, just luck I didn't.

(Essie chuckles)

Yeah, they uh, they got the hot, hot seat.

- (chuckles) Wow.

- (chuckles) The hot, hot seat.

- I mean, if you don't mind that,

then there's nothing to mind.

I mean, that's the worst they got.

(water sloshes)

- Wow. (laughs)

- [Randall] Why, why don't we kill all three of 'em?

(Sade gasps)

- What, what, what is it? What's the matter?

- Uh, nothing. Just dirty talk.

I never heard such dirty-talking people.

I'm gonna see, maybe I can sneak out and get help.

Get help right back.

- Dirt, dirt everywhere. We all oughta be punished.

- I'm so glad you feel that way.

- [George] Right, uh, what do you mean?

(Essie gasps)

(Randall laughs)

(Elaine laughing)

- Come on. That's it, get him wet. That's the way.

Dunk him again, come on. (laughs)

(Essie gasping and coughing)

Hey, Randall, look at the red lips on him, isn't he pretty?

(Sade gasping) - Hey, don't kill me,

I'm not the lady.

(Elaine and Randall laughing)

- [Randall] You're rich.

Huh? Huh?

Aren't you good? - Hold him still, Randall.

(Essie gasping) (Elaine laughing)

(Essie coughing) - You little freak.

(Randall chuckles) - Oh he's so, so pretty.

(Essie gasping)

We'll put a little red,

and some mascara. (laughs)

Hold still. (laughs)

(Essie gasping)

Oh, you're such a pretty girl.

(Essie groans)

(footsteps clicking)

(Essie groans)

Whee-hoo!

(Elaine laughing)

(dog barking) (Essie coughs)

(Sade breathing heavily)

(Essie screaming)

(Sade gasps) (objects clatter)

(helicopter fluttering)

(Sade groaning)

- Huh! (Sade cries out)

- Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus, God.

- I ain't Jesus, honey, fact. I just work here.

Now, pick 'em up, put 'em back. We're going inside.

- Why? What do you want me for?

- I think we're gonna kill you.

(Sade whimpering)

(helicopter fluttering)

(Sade whimpering)

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on!

(deep curious jazz music)

- Okay, Elaine, he got her.

(suspenseful jazz music)

(floor squeaks)

Hey, pop.

(tongue clicking)

Can't we trust you either, hm?

- I, I, I, I told her not to run away.

Yeah, I, I told her.

You gonna let us keep some of this stuff, huh?

Uh, you know, I found the house.

- We're gonna kill ya, pop.

(intriguing jazz music)

All of ya.

You,

and the pig.

And the human being.

- It's a joke, huh?

Well, why? What have we done?

Why us? What have we done?

- Well.

You're here.

(suspenseful music)

Get dressed, Elaine.

- [Elaine] I am.

- You're here, pop. That's what you done.

- "You're here, pop. That's what you done."

That's what we all have done.

We're here.

(mysterious music)

(elevator clicking)

(mysterious music)

Stone Age, here I come.

(bells tolling)

- Hustle, baby, hustle.

Hustle, baby. (laughing)

- I, I gotta sit down.

I'm a heavy woman. I just gotta sit down.

- (laughs) We're not covering our faces no more.

On account that we trust you. (laughs)

- Now, Mr. Wino,

would you like to sit over here, hm,

next to the other witness?

I believe you know her.

Good day, ma'am.

Uh, my name is Randall Simpson O'Connell.

Now, it's uh too bad that you're not gonna live

to identify me.

(Randall burps)

(bells tolling)

- I think I'm going to be sick.

- Elaine.

- [Elaine] Huh?

- Come and watch the human being be sick in a cage.

Come on and look.

- [Elaine] Don't start nothing, I'm coming.

- "Don't start nothing," she says.

Human being, don't you start nothing.

(Essie laughs)

- I do not want to die among laughter.

Death is, solemn.

- You, Mr. Randall, you let me go, huh?

I never done no harm.

The only person I hurt is myself.

You, you're, you're just kidding, ain't ya?

You, you ain't gonna kill nobody.

(bell tolling)

(music box twinkling)

- Kill the wino, Essie.

- Now?

- Now.

- No, not with no praying,

no cleaning of my dirty soul.

- (laughs) Now, wino.

(Essie yelling)

(Essie laughing)

(Essie and George grunting)

- No!

(Essie yelling)

(Essie laughing)

(tense music)

(Essie yells)

(George grunting)

(dramatic music)

(tentative orchestral music)

(church bell rings in distance)

- Hot seat, here we come.

Look.

Come on, pop.

Wave to the human in the cage, pop.

(Essie laughs)

- He's dead just like that. That's all.

- She expected bugle music.

(Essie laughing)

♪ We're going to have a party ♪

♪ Cha-cha-cha-cha dee-da ♪

♪ We're going to have a party ♪

♪ Cha-cha cha cha-cha-cha ♪

♪ We're going to have a party ♪

♪ Ta-da-da ta-da-da do ♪

♪ We're gonna have a party ♪

- Oh uh, you missed the short subject.

But, we're coming to the main feature now.

Have your met our human being, hm?

(Essie chuckles)

(Randall chuckles)

(Essie laughing)

(children yelling happily in distance)

(light bouncy xylophone music)

- Con permiso, Senor Doctor.

Scalpel, doctor.

- No, thank you, doctor.

Like we always say at the Mayo Clinic,

fingers got made before knives.

(Essie and Elaine laugh)

Stop right there.

- I'm just a hustler.

I ain't even a user.

I'm just a hustler.

No.

(knife clatters)

(crying) No! No!

(Sade shrieking)

- No.

(lock clicks)

She'll be there when we're ready for dessert.

- She doesn't want to die, that poor woman.

I don't blame her. I don't want to die either.

I'll pay you to stop this animal orgy, $10,000 in cash.

- Ten thousand? Ten grand?

- [Essie] What's this?

- Why, I smell me a trick.

A foxy trick, ain't it?

We'll go downtown together Tuesday morning,

when the banks open, and I'll make arrangements.

- "Arrangements," huh?

Now, where was I?

- Randall, that's real money.

- What would you do with real money?

- Well, we could uh, sit around and have kids or something.

Go away and have kids, what the hell?

- Kids of yours and mine,

I wouldn't trust 'em with a dull kitchen knife.

They'd cut us up the minute we closed our eyes, right?

- Okay.

Let's do her together.

- Maybe we're gonna sit in the hot seat all right,

but I got relatives that can use ten Gs pretty well.

Let's--

- Look, there ain't no ten Gs.

Foxy Roxy here is just trying to stay alive till Tuesday.

Ain't that right, Foxy?

- On that desk of hers up there,

I've seen bankbooks are like that.

Now, I wanna go and look and see if I can tell.

Ten Gs!

If she's got it, Randall, I wanna try for it.

- Oh, you two would believe anything!

(knocking at door)

- Help! Help! Help!

Police, get police! - Shh.

- Help, help! - Shh!

- Get help! Get police!

Police! Help! (gasps)

Police! Get police! Help!

(Cornelia yells muffled)

(caps popping)

- Must have just been kids. There's nobody there.

Some crazy little firecrackers, that's all.

- Kept old Foxy here alive a couple minutes more,

didn't it, Foxy, huh?

Come on, everybody.

- Randall?

Not yet.

- Now.

I wanna do her now.

- [Elaine] Essie!

- What are you calling Essie for?

- I'll get him, Randall. That's ten Gs.

- Come back.

Come back!

You two are the original suckers.

She is smart. She is--

- Die! Die! Die!

Die! Die.

(Randall and Elaine laughing)

- What is it? What's the joke?

- She made herself two real cute little knives.

Only they bent.

- I can't tell by the bankbooks up there.

But listen to this. It was on her desk upstairs.

It's from her son.

It says, "Darling Mom."

Hey, how 'bout that, this whole letter, he sounds real,

what you might say, gay. (laughs)

- Is your little boy married?

- What is it you're holding? Where did you get it?

- What am I holding?

Well, a letter that was on the desk upstairs.

You wanna hear it?

- Oh, let her die curious.

Warm them up nice, Mummy.

I'll bet you had him at it till he was about 12, didn't ya?

Hm? Kept him sucking.

Okay.

- Randall!

There's something important in this letter.

Something maybe more important than ten Gs,

and right here in this house.

- What is in that letter?

- There's a living room safe. Read it.

- "Darling Mom.

I'll be 30 next Wednesday,

and I won't have many more chances in life."

- What? What?

- "Every time I try to leave you, you add a room,

or dress up the house,

or charm me."

- No.

- And I thought you only had him at it till he was 12.

Well you, you still got him at it, haven't you?

How do you charm him, baby, huh?

- [Essie] Read further on about the safe.

- I had a holier-than-anything old crow of a grandmother.

She tried to keep me at it too.

Oh, I'da killed her if she hadn't died.

Like she was trying to kill me.

Like you kill this, um, what's-his-name?

Uh, Malcolm.

- No. No.

This is his studio. He decorated it himself.

Complete freedom to come and go. He wanted to stay here.

Why would he write me a letter? A letter?

We were as close as...

- He's not married, is he?

- What?

- Doesn't even have a girl, does he?

- He has many fine women friends.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, women friends he met

in public shower rooms, I bet.

Um, um.

"Give me my half of what's in the living room safe."

What safe? - What?

- Um, "Give, give me my half

of what's in the living room safe.

Release me from your generosity.

Release me from your beauty.

Release me from your love."

- Oh, love.

Love, you could've had your half anytime you wanted it.

My half too, for that matter.

- Read her the P.S.

That's got what you might call buckshot in it.

A real load in it. Read it to her.

- "P.S. Think it over. I'll call in a little while.

Please make it yes.

Or quite simply,

I'll kill myself."

- You didn't kill her?

- No, fainted.

Lying on the floor like a pile of old clothes.

- Well, I'm going to look for the safe.

Elaine, how about you looking over there?

(deep sombre music)

- Old crow.

Old crow, baby.

(door bangs shut)

(rapid footsteps approaching)

- Randall!

Mr. Paul's out in the back. - Who?

- I saw him through the window. - Who?

- Mr. Paul, the junkman, the fence. What's he doing here?

- There are four or five of them.

They're taking the stuff out of our car.

That old wino must have tipped them off.

- What?

Move.

- Malcolm.

Malcolm, love.

(slow suspenseful music)

(Cornelia breathing heavily)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(slow sombre music) (Cornelia shuddering)

Oh, my god.

(sorrowful strings music) (Cornelia weeping)

(gentle sombre music)

Lakeville,

two, five,

seven.

No.

Lakeville,

Something.

Seven, five? Oh, no. (crying)

Operator? Operator? I can't dial.

Operator, a number out at the lake.

I've forgotten it. It's a Lakeville number.

Malcolm C. Hilyard.

Please dial it for me.

Operator, ask information. Can you hear me?

This is an emergency, operator.

My son may have killed himself.

Do you hear me?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I may have killed my son.

Operator! Op...

(Cornelia gasps)

(Cornelia groaning softly)

- [Driver] Hurry up.

Let's go. Let's go.

(Cornelia breathing heavily)

(dog barking)

(horn honks melodiously)

(chain rattles)

(deep suspenseful music)

(Cornelia breathing heavily)

(horn honks in distance)

(police siren wails)

- Help.

Police.

Police.

(police siren wails)

Police.

Police, police, police, police.

Police, police, police.

(police siren fading)

- Well.

Look who almost nearly got away.

Almost nearly.

- Help!

- [Randall] "Help!"

- Damn you! Damn you!

(Randall yelling in pain)

- She stuck me in the eyes.

I can hardly see.

(Randall groaning)

Go get her. Go drag her in here, that old crow!

(Randall groaning)

(tense adventurous music)

- Are you blinded, Randall?

- No, I ain't "blinded, Randall!"

What do you think I am, that old wino?

- He who unleashes the terror reaps the terror.

- Shut her up. Shut her up!

- He who unleashes the terror--

- Shut her up!

(Cornelia laughs)

Knock it off.

(Essie and Elaine laugh)

You shut up too.

- Are you blinded, Randall?

(Randall breathing heavily)

- We are going into that living room

and we are gonna find that safe.

Now, today ain't gonna be a total loss.

We are going in there and look!

- Okay. Let us go look.

- All right.

All right.

Essie, you look over there.

Elaine, you look that side.

- [Elaine] What are you going to do?

- [Randall] I am gonna look too! Now, let's go.

(Elaine laughing)

- [Randall] Well, did you find it? Huh?

Come on, did you find anything?

(mysterious music)

- Malcolm.

Malcolm.

You're all right.

You're all right.

(mysterious music)

Malcolm, where are you going?

You're not going away again.

You...

Malcolm, that letter, you didn't mean it.

It's just being cooped up here all these months.

Listen, we'll take a trip together.

London, Paris, Rome.

Just you and me, all the places you love.

We...

- [Randall] "Release me from your love.

Release me from your generosity."

- It's all true.

I'm a monster.

A monster. I--

- Essie!

Elaine!

Essie!

This ain't no time for jokes.

I'm, I'm hurt. I'm hurt!

I need a little help.

I admit it, I need a little help!

All right! All right.

I need you.

I'm, I'm hurt. I'm hurt!

I admit it, I need a little help!

Hear me?

I hear you, Elaine.

- Someone-- - Essie!

- Help me. - Elaine!

- Someone.

- Where's the safe?

I want the safe!

(Randall screams)

(Cornelia groaning)

(woman screams)

(tyres squealing)

- Are they dead? Are they dead?

- Gotta get help.

(suspenseful music)

(horns honking)

- Murderers!

Neanderthals!

Monsters!

Monsters! (crowd chattering)

- [Man In Crowd] Take it easy, ma'am.

- Stop them! They must be arrested!

Stop them!

(siren wails)

- Hey, can you drive?

- Sure I can drive. What do you think?

- [Cornelia] Don't you hear me? (yells indistinctly)

- [Man] Just leave her alone. Don't, don't touch her.

(tyres squealing)

(car crashes)

- Murderers!

- [Man In Crowd] Somebody call a doctor.

- [Cornelia] Can get them out in back!

(tyres squealing)

- All right. Come on. Get out.

(electrical box buzzes)

(sombre music)

(crowd chattering)

(siren wails)

(tense sombre music)

(Cornelia sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(cars honking)