A Man Betrayed Page #7

And the first time he's

come home in a week.

I'm afraid you're wasting

your time, Lynn.

My men cleared everyone

out of here so fast,

they didn't even leave footprints.

I just got a hunch. I think

I'll still take a look around.

Okay. I'll see you in the lineup.

If Cameron doesn't wiggle out of

this one, I'll have you to thank.

You and my father.

If this works, we'll have Pop

enlarged and framed in gold.

Leave it alone.

My money.

It's pretty. It's mine. Give it to me!

Men came. Lotta me. Gonna

take me back to the place.

I was smart. I hid.

I ain't going back there.

It's dark. It's got bars.

They tie me up and hurt me there.

You ain't gonna take

me back there either.

Because I won't go. Because I won't go!

Floyd!

Floyd!

You left some of your money.

Yes.

Yeah.

I can't. I can't. I can't

go back to that place!

I won't go back there. Please please!

Please don't take me back there!

I won't if you tell me why

you killed Johnny Smith.

I don't know nothing. Nothing about it.

Why did you shoot Johnny Smith?

He made me do it. Made me do it.

He gave me money.

Lots of pretty green money.

Who?

I can't tell you. I can't. I can't.

He said if I ever told anybody,

It hasn't come and take me away again.

I can't tell you. I just can't tell you!

Listen to me!

I promised I wouldn't

let them take you away.

Remember?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah I remember yeah.

All right. Who made you do it?

All right. All right. I'm ready.

I'll tell you.

Listen, Don.

I don't pay you $25,000 a year

to come to your office.

I'm sorry, Tom. I'm a

little pressed for time.

This vacation idea is a

little sudden, isn't it?

Well, no.

My wife Jesse hasn't

been feeling so well and...

Jesse's fine and you know it.

You're running out on me.

Why?

Because a couple of roughnecks

start playing Pop Goes the Weasel.

And a hick lawyer sees it.

Who do you suppose would believe

that confession outside of Pringle.

Dead men don't make good witnesses.

Funny thing. That statute is binding.

With Slade going the way he did,

some of boys don't feel so well.

It won't be pretty

if they start to sing.

I didn't tell you before, Tom...

things have been

happening so fast and...

The next election,

I'm running for mayor.

Now what about it?

As mayor of this city,

I can't do a thing.

I'm afraid the old days are gone, Tom.

As I intend to run for

governor next term,

Here are your plane reservations, sir.

Oh, thanks. Thanks.

Going somewhere?

Why yes. Thought would

take a little vacation.

I know. Your wife isn't

feeling too well.

But Governor.

I put you in office.

I could use you then.

And now, I'm through.

Well, I may run for president next time.

Excellent drink.

Inspired by the gods. Ruined by butlers.

Stop in and have one with me sometime.

That's the first social invitation

we ever got together on.

Aren't you going away someone?

No no.

I'm disappointed.

I thought our rats left together.

Father.

Oh you're soaking.

And me with a nice fire

going up in smoke.

I waited dinner for you.

Yes baby I...

I forgot.

Apology's accepted.

I thought you might be hungry so I made

an omelet for you like mother used to.

Probably not as good but then, I never

spent much time in the kitchen.

It's not such a small world carried

on your shoulders is it, darling?

No, baby.

Don't you care?

Boss Cameron is dead.

Long live my father.

You know?

Guess I've known a lot of things for a

long time.

I tried to kid myself.

Being away from you so much.

School and traveling with Aunt Harriet.

Your friends.

I didn't like Boss Cameron.

But whatever my father did, I

know there was a reason for it.

Two.

Your mother left us too soon.

I wanted to give you

everything she missed.

It was like a game.

Out with the other fellow.

Feel inside that you had to win.

And you won.

Success like straight whiskey.

You want more and more.

Until you realize the futility

of it and want to stop.

But you can't stop.

It's gotten bigger than you.

It's no good.

Nothing can lick my father.

Look, darling.

There's a boat sailing for

South America tonight.

Let's take a trip and.

And then go somewhere

and start all over.

And leave this city?

Why it's my...

It's impossible that

a boy from nowhere...

That one push can topple an empire

that's taken me years to build.

Don't mention it, please.

He's bossy and rude.

And stupid.

And you love him.

Yes.

Darn it.

What's the matter, baby?

He don't like me.

He doesn't like me either.

I won't let anyone say

things he did about you.

I couldn't.

Why we even talked about Spring Valley!

Imagine me being dopey enough

to marry a jack-legged lawyer.

And live in a dull little town where...

where riverboats shake hands.

Not favors.

Darling, we're off to Rio tonight.

A glorious trip. New faces. Excitement.

A nice long vacation and then...

Time enough to worry about them then.

Yes, baby.

What's the matter?

Where are you going?

We haven't got much time.

George can pack for us.

Darling, haven't I always taking care

of everything?

- Uh-huh.

- All right then.

Don't worry. And don't wait up.

He's a fine boy, Sabra.

Remember that.

This is sensational!

This little gadget not only

digs but deworms. Fertilizes.

And plants seeds all at the same time!

Wonderful invention.

I hate to take up your time.

But one of Cameron's henchmen Scarface

just sang out about that sewage mess.

Only 30 died of typhoid fever, remember?

But Cameron will probably worm

out of it. He always has.

When?

I don't care if he does.

I'll print this.

Yes, sir. Sweet spirits of Rosemary!

- I'll print this!

- Oh boy!

I'm just dying to try

out this little gadget.

Well, that's 30.

Tell the new Managing Editor if anyone

asks for me I'll be in my garden.

Yeah... Yeah... holy cat!

Oh boys!

Tell our publisher to hurry

that new managing editor.

And bring me new ribbon

for my typewriter.

Six hams on rye. And a jug of coffee.

And an osteopath. Holy cats!

Would you mind letting me in on this?

Cameron just gave himself up to Pringle.

Hello.

Call my wife and tell her

not to fire the gardener

I beg your pardon, Miss Sabra.

But that Mr. Hollister is here again.

I told you not to let him in.

I didn't let him in.

You'll find him on the front steps.

Oh.

Oh!!

Darling!

Are you hurt?

How dare you hit him!

Oh he didn't.

I ran against the door.

But I put the door there.

Why didn't you answer my phone calls?

I can't hear.

Then why didn't you answer my notes?

Can't read.

And my flowers?

I know. You can't smell.

Well, this makes the picture perfect.

Now you can't see.

You're still as stubborn and

ornery as our old mare.

We finally had to shoot her.

If you think I'm going anywhere

with you, you're crazy.

That's not the scenery moving.

It's us.

What's so funny?

You.

And thinking about how a

politician can't change his spots.

Your father tells me he's going

to learn how to play poker now.

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