All language subtitles for After Dark, My Sweet (USA) (1990).English

[Bell strikes]

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
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.

[Train whistle blows]

[Baby crying]

Personalized.

That's nice.

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.

Ice cold.

Nice clean glass.

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.

Big real estate family.

And, um...

Anyways,
our car broke down,

so I go to get
a tow truck.

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.

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.

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.

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,
I'm an ex-serviceman.

I've been to college.

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 trouble.

Yeah?

He's not going
to get the chance.

I'm moving on now.

It's all right.

Bert's the last person
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.
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.

I'm 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.

Don't feel bad about it.

It's your story,
so stick with it.

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.

I'm not at all stupid.

I may sound like I am,
but I'm 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 lose the knack.

Shut up.

But I'm--

shut up.
Someone's coming.

Think you could fix
a few things up
around here, collie?

Who was that?

Nosy, nosy.

You can use
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--

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.

[Mexican folk music plays]

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.

You can call me Uncle bud
like everyone else.

Don't mind me.

I saw you and fay dancing,

and I thought it would
be nice to meet you.

Fay said you were
going to help her out

when I came by
this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, miss.

I'll have a bottle of red
and one more glass.

Didn't really understand
this afternoon

when you told me
you had a Kevin Collins

helping you out.

Didn't think much
about it.

I saw you two
on the dance floor,

and it hit me like
the kid's left hook.

That's what
they 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.

Why am I telling you?

Yeah, I understand, sir.

Cut out the "sir" stuff.

Tell me when
sports at 11:00's over.

Where you going?

To talk to a mirror.

Sure am glad you decided
to settle down, kid.

Now you got some friends,

people who admire you,
take an interest in you.

Settle down?

Yeah, take it easy
for a while.

Rest up.

Keep fay
out of trouble.

I got a feeling
I might be able

to put you
next to something
pretty good.

Look, sir.

Uncle bud.

I appreciate you
wanting to help, but...

Get it off your chest.

Well...

You don't really know
anything about me.

I know people.
I know what they'll do

and what they won't do.

I figure you've had
a 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.

I was.

Put a lot of guys
next to some
good deals.

Some of them
had experience.
Some didn't.

A lot 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?

I'll tell you
what you need to know

when you need
to know it.

I was--

one more thing.

Make sure
you sleep alone.

Maybe I better
clear out of here now.

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 on cooking
until it boils away.

I'd ask you
to stay the night

if it wasn't
for Uncle bud.

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

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!

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 crazy
Jack billingsley.

Please, Mac.

Clear out, will you?

What will people think,
for God's sake?

They come here, and you
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.

Leave the counter.
Sit in the back.

Certainly.
I'd be glad to.

Ugh.

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 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,

but 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.

I'd be of help to you.

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.

Oh, collie.

You crazy, silly sweet.

What happened
to you, honey?

I just happened to be
in the neighborhood.

I brought you
a 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.

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 ok,
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.

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.

Just wouldn't be right.

I would have worried
about it.

That's not
very straight-thinking.

That's the kind
of mixed-up,

one-sided thinking that
can get you in trouble.

I'm not mixed up.

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

With a gallon
of red wine?

That wasn't for me.

It was a present.

I bought it
for 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
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 going to tell her

I'm on loose from
an insane asylum.

You don't think
she'll be alarmed?

I think I can pose
the situation

much better than that.

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

Don't do it, 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'd 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's some way
we could do this

without actually
going through
with the kidnapping.

We'll fake it,
start to,

and then you come in
and rescue the boy,

something like that.

And then what?

Family probably
give you a reward.

Less money to split,

but fay and I could
get along with less.

Yeah, um...

How do I
become a hero, though,

if, uh...

Nobody gets caught?

Don't know.

No, it's...

Not going to work.

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,

the 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...

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Ok.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

Collie.

Collie?

Look, fella,
where are you?

Right where
I've always been.

I see.

You remember,
I only agreed
not to see her.

I didn't say
I wouldn't
telephone.

You're a man
of your word, doc.

I didn't
say anything

that should
have alarmed her.

On the contrary,
I was careful
to reassure her.

That makes her
kind of crazy,
doesn't it?

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.

Don't try to
pick up that trail,

because if you do...

Hi, kid.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hi, Uncle bud.

You know,
fay called me.

Was pretty upset.

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.

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.

I saw 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,

and since he realized
he could fake the job

and still cash in...

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.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

He's punching
his brains out!

It's murder!

[Crying]

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 to the end.

I was hurt, of course,

hurt and mad
at the whole world.

Guess that was why.

All I knew was
that I had to go ahead.

I needed a plan--

something that would
pull them into the deal

and hold them in it.

Rogers,
help save my ass.

Maybe a quick
around-the-block?

Appreciate it,
buddy.

Besides,
I wanted to talk
to you about Charlie.

What's happened
to him anyway, rog?

What kind
of shoving around

are his parents
giving him?

Shoving around?

I guess I don't
know what you mean.

Never mind. I know
how they treat him.

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

The worse he gets,

the tougher
they make it for him.

If I was bigger,

I'd get a club and...

Something wrong,
Rogers?

Want me to duck down?

These are just
some friends of mine.

Just sit up--

I get it.

You were too early
for Charlie,

so you're killing time
with a pal.

What are you
doing out here?

That boy.

That's
the wrong boy.

Well, he looks--

he's not.

A blind man could see
that's the wrong boy.

I'll just take
him back and get
the right one tomorrow.

Just like that?

That's stupid.

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

But it's too late.

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

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.

I won't.

Don't you say
anything either.

Just give me
a minute to sneak inside,

and no one
will be the wiser.

Oh, hello, Rogers.

You're early
for a change.

Charles.

Charles vanderventer.

Here you are.

Run along
with Rogers now.

Is...That Rogers?

Is it?
My goodness.

And who else
would it be?

Rogers!

Rogers!

Charles has had
a pretty trying day.

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, and no one
else will either.

...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 detailed
description
of the kidnapper

remains unconscious
in intensive care.

[Turns off radio]

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,

what I was
supposed to do.

Not after you made
a mistake and...

I got to hand it to you.

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

Pulls a stunt like that
and gets away with it.

Oh, Uncle bud,
sure, there is.

Just pick yourself
a guy who's
a little bit off

and throw him a curve.

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

and then you're going
to start swinging it.

Shut up.

What?

I said shut up.

What's this
"curve" stuff?

Who's throwing
who a curve?

Huh?

How about it?

You were set to use
that gun an hour ago,

so why don't you
use it now?

Can't you make up
your mind?

You're scared.

Stupid and scared.

Let me help you.

Stop it!

I just want
to know what
this is all about.

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.

What's that
got to do with it?

Does it have
something to do
with yesterday?

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

but it came as such
a shock to me.

I didn't know
what I was doing.

I ran off and
started drinking

and made such
a mess of myself

that I was ashamed
to face you.

Forget it.

I know exactly
what you felt.

Then is it
about today?

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.

I still felt sick,

but I was worried
about leaving you
to do everything.

That's just the way
it was, kid.

If we weren't there,
you would've taken
the wrong boy.

Hasn't it
occurred to you

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,

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

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

and collect the reward,
et cetera.

But it
couldn't be done.

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?

If a person
won't stop
at kidnapping,

why should she
stop at murder?

Fay.

Because
people who've
become what we have,

we were bound
to arrive at it
sooner or later.

You are damn wrong
about not
being stupid.

You are, I am,
and Uncle bud is!

You know, uh,
we should really stop
this moping around.

Look, 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.

I can have
it scrapped
in one hour.

In the meantime,

I send
the ransom note.

Look, we've been
through all this.

I just don't
want you to get

any more
wrong ideas.

Don't give me
any reasons, and I won't.

Ok.

Did he
eat all right?

Don't tell me
you don't know.

He must have
been pretty hungry.

It hadn't
occurred to me.

I see now that
he must have been.

I've been
thinking things over.

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.

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.

If you have to ask
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.

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.

I can take care
of you real good.

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

What do you mean?

It's rather simple.

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.

Right from the beginning,

she'd been able
to get me so mixed up

I didn't know
what I was doing.

She sent me away
that first time,

but she knew
I'd come back.

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

mister?

Mister.

I'm sick.

I think
I'm going to--

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.

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 did you
do to him?

Do to him?

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
on 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.

They told the police
to stay out.

They just
want the boy.

They ain't going
to be picky

whether he's
alive or not?

What are you
talking about?

He's got diabetes.

It says something
about that in here.

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

All that starch and sugar
wasn't good for him.

Wonder it
didn't kill him.

Maybe
it will yet.

Maybe I'll get
him next time.

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 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'd be less risky
for us if he died.

We get the money
beforehand
in any case.

Without him
around as evidence

or someone who can
identify us, well...

I wouldn't
want that nice
little boy to die,

but if we
couldn't help it,

it'd sure turn out
nice for us.

I was pointing out
how you'd look at it.

I don't see it
that way.

If things don't go
as smooth as we hope,

it'd sure be 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 get him out
on a fake call.

I slip in,
get the stuff.

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?

I just need
a little more time.

I'll give you something,
you sorry son of a bitch.

You were going to
give it to me?

You son of a bitch.

Where'd he
pick you up?

I came
through the door,
and there he was.

He couldn't
have been
following you?

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'll stay that way.

How long's this
stuff going to last?

Long enough to decide
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.

That sort of thing
throws me
about you, collie.

You're so sharp
sometimes that...

Yeah?

Never mind.
That's how it is.

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

If you 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.

Go on.

Why does Uncle bud

think we should
go over right away?

Honey.

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 somewhere.

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.

He had time
to make his bed

before he ran
for his life.

We've got to leave.
He's had plenty--

I told you the boy
had to stay alive,

and I told you why.

Now, where is he?

What did you
do with him?

You really think I'd
do something to him?

Oh, collie.

Let's be nice, huh?

Let's--let's lie
down a while, huh?

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

Shall we?

Try something
like that again
and see what happens.

I'm warning you
I'll kill you for that.

Maybe. Now you're
doing something else
fast and no maybe.

Well, I guess
I screwed up, huh?

Didn't hit him
hard enough.

What happened?

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

Did I? You tell me.

Guess you
probably did.

You do, huh?

You'd actually
give me a break?

Well, shove it,
bright boy.

I hit him
with a big rock

and left him to die.

If I'd had time,
I'd have beat
his brains out.

Be quiet.

You're
upsetting the boy.

Why the hell
should I?

Didn't I try to
kill him, you
son of a bitch?

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,

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 b-12 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
going to 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 out to the car.

Well...

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

There's something
inside every man

that keeps him going

long after he has
any reason to.

For years I kept going

when going
didn't make 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.

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'll
need something,

and I won't be
around to get it.

Well, don't worry
about it.

I better get into town
and check on the cops,

make sure they're not
cooking anything up.

Stay right
where you are.

We're going with you.

Going with me?

What for?

For the same reason
you're going,

to get the money.

Uh, it ain't time, kid.

You know it ain't.

How do I know that?

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.

You got 15 minutes.

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

Kid, I--

yes?

I'm going to 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.

You're not sure
whoever gets the money

isn't walking
into a trap.

Right.

You're going to find out
awfully fast.

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.

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?

My friend
Jack billingsley.

He's coming in
from the east.

What's
your name?
This your car?

Let me see your
registration.

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

Haven't I seen
you 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 seen you.

Let me see your
driver's license.

Hold it.

Collins.

Kid Collins.

Why, sure. I won
100 bucks on you.

You're retired
now, kid?

I didn't mean
to give you
a hard time,

but with
this going on.

What is going on here,
some trouble?

You said it. You
should come get
your friend later.

Let's see.

You back it on up.

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 going to be
a little crazy.

Pull it on out
that way.

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

Thank you.

[Radio]
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 this afternoon.

While still
in intensive care,

he was able to provide

the first detailed
description of the suspect.

Wait. This just in.

The police are reporting
a sighting of the suspect

as he fled the scene
of a shootout

at the airport
moments ago.

He's identified as
Kevin "kid" Collins,

an ex-boxer who recently
moved to the area.

He was last seen traveling
with a woman

police believe may have
been abducted

by the kidnappers.

In what may 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

she couldn't do
for herself,

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.

We know what 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.
It was my fault.

I thought it was smart
to keep the boy alive.

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

Well...

Regardless who was
at fault, I...

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, I don't see.

You've got to.

Uncle bud
could be blamed

for practically
everything
I've done,

couldn't he?

And you--

what are you
getting at?

You've got it
just about perfect.

It looks about 100%
better for you
than 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 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.

You're not going
to 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.

Ooh.

I really had you fooled,
didn't I?

Well, I guess I should.

All this practice.

I was up for murder.

It was the only thing
I could think of,

so I went into the act,

and it got me off.

It looked like
such a good deal,

I started working it
full-time.

What act?

The crazy stuff, fay.

Hell, it's better
than a pension.

I can just roam around,
doing whatever I want,

acting stupid.

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.

I'll just mess you up,

make it look like
there was a struggle.

I tried to keep you
from killing the boy.

The gun accidentally
went off.

Do anything to me,
but don't kill him.

There's an idea.

Instead of
bumping off the brat
and leaving him alone.

I like you, Charlie.

I like you very much.

[Gunshot]

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.

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