The Window

Bang!

Hey, boys, I shot you!

Why didn't you die?

Ah, pipe down!

What time is it?

Hello, Ms. Kellerson. Jean: Hello, Tommy.

Hi, mom.

Hey, what time is it? Butch: 4 o'clock.

- 94 degrees. - Did I win?

Oh, yeah? Who says you win?

Wait a minute.

"Dave Harris, 91.

Paul, 93.

Butch, 95.

Tommy, 94."

See. What'd I tell you? I win. Come on, pay me.

What are you gonna buy?

I'm gonna save up and buy me a horse.

A horse? Where you gonna keep it? In the bath tub?

Gonna keep it on our ranch.

Since when do you got a ranch?

- Since a while ago. - Where is it?

- Way out West. - Whereabouts out West?

Texas. Wherever Tombstone is.

Anyway, it's near Tombstone.

Ah, what are you talking about? You haven't got a ranch.

You know, it's not really mine. It's my dad's.

If your dad's got a ranch, what are you doing living here?

Well, uh...

As soon as they shoot all the Indians, we're gonna move.

How long does it take to shoot Indians?

Tommy: Oh, I don't know. Maybe a couple of days.

You mean, you're gonna move in a couple of days?

Tommy: Sure. We may even go sooner,

and shoot the Indians ourselves.

That's why I wanna buy me a horse.

- Hey, where are you going? - I know how to shoot Indians.

Indians shoot with bows and arrows.

Oh, they do not. They got guns and they ride horses.

Oh, what are you giving us? You're just making it up.

- No. Really. - Oh, shut up...

Tommy: I was gone long today.

And when I came to the corner,

all these men were laying in the street.

And then, a big truck came along and killed 'em all, except one.

And he was abandoned. So, I took my gun and I shot him.

All by myself.

How many bandits did you kill today?

Well, I didn't have to use too many bullets, pop.

The heat killed most of 'em.

Glad the heat's good for something.

Sure doesn't make you feel like eating.

Cold supper is all I can think of in this weather.

Tommy: I liked it, mom. Tasted kinda like chicken.

It was chicken. Sure you don't want some more?

No. I'll get some coffee and donuts, midnight.

That's not good for you.

Oughta eat something, pop. Can't work on an empty stomach.

Ah, working nights is not so good for the appetite.

I know a man that worked at night once.

- He was a robber... - Now, Tommy, that's enough.

I think we've heard enough about robbers for one day.

Oh, do you mind if we show the apartment now, Mr. Woodry?

Show the apartment? What for?

Well, since you're moving, I... I'd like to show as soon as...

Since when are we moving?

Well, there must be some mistake, Mr. Johnson.

- We're not moving. - Oh, yes, you are.

I heard it from the couple of the tenants.

Just this afternoon. And I brought these folks...

I... I'm afraid there has been a mistake, Mr. Johnson.

- We're awfully sorry. - I can't understand. I...

Ed: Tommy.

At it again, huh?

I didn't mean any harm, mom.

- Honest, I didn't. - You never mean any harm.

But like I've told you a hundred times,

someday, you're gonna get us all into trouble.

Mary: What'd you say?

It was just some of the kids. We got to talkin'.

And I guess, I said, we were moving out to a ranch.

Tommy, how would they feel if they'd rent the apartment

to those people and put us out on the street?

Tommy: I didn't think they'd believe me.

You never think so.

But, you see, they do.

Why do you wanna tell stories like that?

Gee, I don't know, pop. I'm sorry.

If you don't stop, I'm gonna have to punish you.

- You know that, don't you? - Yes, sir.

Go to your room.

Mary: Don't worry about it, Ed. You're gonna be late for work.

Mom.

Mom, you awake?

What is it, Tommy?

It's so hot. Can I go out and sleep on the fire escape?

I suppose so.

But be careful.

Jean: Joe!

Why'd you have to bungle it like that?

Why didn't you fix his drink? Jean: I did, Joe.

But I guess he saw me do it.

See, if anyone is in the hallway.

Jean: I don't see anybody.

Joe: Take a look out of the window.

Jean: Nobody there.

Joe: Here's his identification papers.

He's a mate on a ship.

That's good. They disappear easy.

- Mom. Mom. - What?

I've got somethin' awful to tell you.

- What is it? - I just saw a murder.

A murder? Where?

Upstairs. The Kellerson's. They just stabbed a man.

- Oh, for goodness sakes. - Honest, mom...

Waking me up in the middle night like this.

But, mom, I saw the whole...

If you don't stop it, I'm gonna have to

take a hair brush to you.

- Please, mom... - Tommy.

With all the stories you tell us,

no wonder you have nightmares.

- Nightmares? - Yes. Nightmares.

You've had a bad dream. You're soaking wet.

Now, go on and go back to bed.

But, mom...

And go to sleep like a good boy.

Better go up first and see if anyone's on the roof.

It's alright.

You stay here.

Couldn't have been a nightmare.

My pillow!

- Did you hide him? - Yeah.

Suppose somebody finds him there?

So, what? They'll never trace him to us.

- Up already? - I couldn't sleep, mom.

You know why I couldn't.

Mary: Everybody has nightmares, Tommy.

Only people don't around saying they're real.

Well, they get into a lot of trouble.

Honest, mom.

Mary: Oh, Tommy. We won't hear anymore about it now.

If you didn't have a nightmare,

then you're making up another story.

Better watch what you say to your father, this morning.

Remember, he isn't expecting...

- Hello, dear. - Good morning.

- Hi, Tom. - Good morning, pa.

Mary: What kind of a night you had?

Oh, it was a scorcher.

I'll have your breakfast ready in just a minute.

What's the matter with you?

You don't look like you went to bed.

Don't think he got very much sleep.

- Pop? - Hmm?

I've got something to tell you.

Okay. Shoot!

Something terrible happened last night.

You know the Kellerson's upstairs?

Yeah. I've seen 'em coming and going. Why?

Well, they killed a man.

Tommy.

Wherever did you get that idea?

Well, well, I just got out on the fire escape, pop.

But it was so hot, I climbed up to the Kellerson's.

That's how I saw 'em.

Pop, you gotta believe me. Someone's gotta believe me.

He had a nightmare last night, Ed, and he's all upset.

It wasn't a nightmare. And I'm not making it up. I saw them.

Tommy, the Kellerson's are nice people.

- They never bother anybody. - They just act that way, mom.

So you won't know anything about 'em.

Tommy, how would you like it if someone went around saying

your mom and I kill people?

But they did. I watched them through the window.

Listen, I remember once, years ago, I was about your age.

And it was a hot night like last night.

I dreamt the whole house was on fire.

I woke up screaming and yelling my head off.

And mother and dad came in and it...