A Face in the Crowd
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- 1957
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OLD MAN (to Sheriff:
Somebody's looking for you.
SHERIFF:
Miss Jeffries!
MARCIA:
Morning, Sheriff.
SHERIFF:
We've got what you want; we always
get a good haul on the 4th of July.
MARCIA:
Good. Come on, let’s go.
MAN:
Here she comes, Bill.
SHERIFF:
Come in, and see what we've got.
MARCIA:
Wait, I forgot my tape recorder.
SHERIFF:
Boys, this is Miss Marcia Jeffries.
MARCIA:
How do you do?
SHERIFF:
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Her uncle owns the radio station
in town, KGRK.
She's been doing a program,
maybe you've heard it...
"A Face in the Crowd". A mighty nice
program it is, too.
I know this is a little unusual...
but this morning she's going
to do her program from here.
Miss Jeffries, the jail of Tawny
Hawk County is at your disposal.
MARCIA:
It’s very simple; you just talk into
this microphone in a natural voice.
We'll just chat back and forth.
This is completely informal...
so if anybody wants to sing a song
or tell an anecdote...
a funny story...
SHERIFF:
Let me see. Beanie,
last time you were here...
I heard you sing something.
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BEANIE:
I ain't got my teeth with me
this time.
MARCIA:
(into the microphone)This is Radio KGRK, the voice
of North East Arkansas...
bringing you its morning feature,
"A Face in the Crowd".
Whose face?
It could be yours.
Or yours. People are fascinating
wherever you find them.
This is Marcia Jeffries,
looking for more faces...
this time from the county jail.
Say something. (She holds the microphone up to Beanie)
BEANIE:
Don't worry, Ma,
everything's fine.
Nicest jail I've been in
in this part of the country.
SHERIFF:
Hey, you, you can do something.
MAN IN CELL:
I got black skin,
but I ain't no minstrel.
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SHERIFF:
I'm sorry, Miss Jeffries,
they're just an ordinary bunch.
Where's the drunk from last night
with the guitar? What’s his name?
DEPUTY:
Rhodes. That’s him lying there...
SHERIFF:
Go and wake him up.
BEANIE:
Watch him, he's mean.
DEPUTY:
Miss Jeffries, we'll wake him up.
Hey, wake up!
MARCIA:
Morning, Mr. Rhodes,
I'm from Radio...
LONESOME:
Get away! Get away!
DEPUTY:
The sheriff's here.
LONESOME:
I don't care if the president
is here.
If a man can't get a little
decent sleep in jail...
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Who are you?
MARCIA:
I'd like to introduce you
to our radio audience.
LONESOME:
Radio?
MARCIA:
Join me in a little chat...
LONESOME:
Wait a minute!
Quit racing your motor.
What do I get out of it?
I mean, Me, myself, and I.
MARCIA:
Sheriff?
SHERIFF:
What’s he in here for?
DEPUTY:
A week, drunk and disorderly.
SHERIFF:
If you'll co-operate, I might
let you out in the morning.
BEANIE:
Me too, I'm his manager.
LONESOME:
The boys say you don't keep
your word any too good.
SHERIFF:
You keep your end of the bargain,
I'll keep mine.
LONESOME:
Well, okay.
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It’s a deal, tomorrow morning. I'll sing you a song.
MARCIA:
I went to Sarah Lawrence College,
I majored in music.
I learned that real American
music comes from the bottom up.
When Gershwin played at the New York
it was black tie music...
but the real beginning of it
was in folks that never owned a tie.
I just bumped into a fella you
never heard of, Rhodes.
What’s your first name?
LONESOME:
Jack, or Mack,
what’s the difference?
MARCIA:
Calls himself "Lonesome Rhodes".
LONESOME:
Lonesome?
Don't be rushing me,
cut that thing off a minute.
Give me a chance to lubricate
my Adam's apple. (He takes a swig from the bottle in his guitar case)
Nothing like a little medicine
to put you in the mood.
Ain't mamma a beauty?
A guitar beats a woman
any time! I never have seen a woman
I could trust like this old guitar.
I love my mamma guitar.
to pick her up and hold her.
Never asks me for money or goes
cheating around when I ain't looking.
If she gets a little sour, I just
give her a little twist like so...
and we're right back
in tune together.
PRISONERS:
Hey, Lonesome,
sing "Rye Whiskey".
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Lonesome.
"Hallelujah, I'm a Bum."
LONESOME:
She can see that plain enough.
Whenever a bunch of fellas
like us...
outcasts, hobos, nobodies,
gentlemen loafers...
one time or all time losers,
call us what you want to...
Whenever we get together,
we tell funny stories...
me and Beanie
and the rest of these...
hand-to-mouth tumbleweed boys
like you see in here.
If whisky don't get us,
then women must...
and it looks like...
my wandering.
But, deep down,
when we get ready...
to tuck our heads under our wings
and go to sleep...
we ain't kidding ourselves.
We're so low-down lonely...
the fella we couldn't stand
the sight of this morning...
tonight, when the guards
douse the lights...
and plunge us into darkness...
why that same fella seems like
our nearest, dearest buddy.
(He sings the next three lines.)
Ten thousand miles
away from home.
And I don't even know my name.
But I ain't crying.
No, I ain't crying, because I'm
gonna be a free man in the morning.
You hear that, fellas?
A free man!
The sheriff's gonna open up
his cage...
and I'm gonna be as free
as a bird in the morning.
Hey, maybe I can try putting
a couple of rhymes together...
SHERIFF:
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Sing something dependable
like "Home on the Range".
LONESOME:
I ain't gonna sing no
"Home on the Range".
No, sir, not if it means
I rot in here another month.
I'm gonna sing
what I'm gonna be...
a free man in the morning.
Oh, good night, moon.
Moon, you just fade,
fade, fade away.
Oh, good night, moon.
Moon, you just fade away.
And hurry on, Mr. Sun...
bring on the new day.
Oh, bring on the sheriff...
with his great big old key.
Yeah!
Bring on old Big Jeff,
the sheriff of Pickett, Arkansas...
with his big old fat key.
To open up this nasty,
filthy jailhouse...
and make a free man of me.
You got any objections to
being a free man in the morning?
PRISONER :
No, sir, I ain't.
LONESOME (sings):
Gonna be a free man
in the morning...
free man in the morning...
free man in the morning...
or know the reason...
All right, I'm ready.
MARCIA:
Thank you, Lonesome Rhodes,
that was just fine.
LONESOME:
You mean to tell me you
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had that going all the time?
MARCIA:
I'm a sneaky type.
LONESOME:
Well, lock me up...
(Cut to:
Radio Station, J.B.’s office, where Marcia, J.B., and a shoeshine boy are listening to Marcia’s tape of Lonesome. They all laugh.)
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