Act of Violence

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A light breeze|is whipping the flags of state and nation...

...while a warm and bright sunshine|streams down.

Yes, it's typical California weather|here in Santa Lisa...

...for these solemn rites of Memorial Day.

- And following the parade...|- Yes, sir?

- You got a single room?|- I think so, sir.

I can give you a very nice single at 350.

How long will you be staying?

I don't know.

- Never mind that.|- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

And now, I wanna call on|a fellow veteran...

...who probably had more to do with|our finally getting this housing project...

...than anyone else in town.

I mean Frank Enley.

I guess you all know Frank and I'm sure|you know how hard he's worked.

So let's get him up here|and make our thanks official.

Come on up, Frank.

- Come on, speak, Frank.|- Go on, big shot.

- You heard what the man said.|- Come on, thattaboy.

On the double, captain.

First time I ever had a chance|to give orders to a captain.

- Nice work, Frank.|- Thanks.

You know, Frank didn't only help|to build this project.

He's worked with us day and night|from the very beginning.

He helped keep our spirits up.|Believe me, there were times...

...when, well, the flesh was willing|but the spirit was pretty low.

Go ahead, Frank, it's all yours.

Well, as you all know...

...I was just one of the contractors|on this project.

I had to attend those meetings|to keep my job.

Now, seriously,|what I want to say to you is this...

...that it was you fellas,|you and your families...

...that really put this thing over.

You stuck together|and you fought for what you wanted.

And if I gave you any help at all...

...well, believe me, I am very happy|and I'm very proud that I was able to.

- Thanks, Frank. Thanks.|- Thank you.

Edith. Edith.

- Yes?|- I can't find that other rod.

- It's in there.|- It's not in here.

- Back in the corner, behind the table leaves.|- I've looked back of the table...

- Oh.|- Honestly, sometimes I wonder.

Nights are cold there and you forget|your heavy jacket and your boots.

- I won't need them.|- If you think you're gonna...

Look, I was going fishing before you put on|your first pair of bobby socks.

I'm going out on a nice little lake|in a nice dry boat.

- And get a nice fat cold... Ow! Ooh!|- Be careful now. You get that...

You're getting fresh lately, aren't you.

Getting used to you, that's all.|You've lost your glamour.

Oh, I have, have I?

Certainly have.

- I've lost my glamour, huh?|- Uh-huh.

- Lost all my glamour, huh?|- Mm-hm.

Why don't you go out and tell Fred|that I had to go to the convention.

- You want to?|- You think he'd fall for that?

Sure.

Oh, no. Oh, no, you wanted to go fishing.|You're going fishing.

He'll be right out, Fred.

Bye-bye, Georgie.|Take care of your mother now.

You be a good boy now, Georgie.|Mommy will be right back.

- Hello, youngster.|- Hi.

Finally, you let him out of your clutches.

- It was a battle, but I got away from her.|- Ha, ha.

Say, Edith, why don't you and I|go up to the lake?

- We'll leave him to do the housekeeping.|- You old goat. Aren't you ashamed?

Guess it's not a good idea.|I don't think I can trust Frank with Martha.

Listen to him.|- We'll be gone a couple of days.

- Be back tomorrow night.|- Don't hurry on my account.

- We're gonna paint the town, aren't we?|- Uh-huh.

Well, don't call us up to bail you out.|Ha-ha-ha.

Bye. Have fun.

Say, is that your phone or mine?

- Oh, it's mine. Bye.|- Bye.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello. Hello, who is it?

Wait here.

Just a minute.

Yes?

- Is this where Frank Enley lives?|- Yes.

- Is there something I can do? I'm his wife.|- No, I wanna see him.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Enley's out of town.

Perhaps I could... Is it business or...?

Not exactly.

- Some other time.|- Is there any message?

- Can I tell him who called?|- Where did you say he went?

Redwood Lake.|If it's important, they have a phone...

No, thank you.

Some other time.

The number's in the glove compartment.

You have trouble, call us.|We'll send a man out to you.

If you're out of town,|we'll put you in touch with the auto club.

If you leave the state, you notify us.

Here, you gotta sign this one too.|Right there.

That's a boy. If you wanna keep the car out|another week, just send us a money order.

Boss don't like checks.|We'll check your mileage...

Got a fellow named Enley staying here?

- Yeah, Frank Enley. Santa Lisa man.|- Where is he?

- Cabin number four.|- Where's that?

Across the road.

He ain't there now though.

Where is he now?

Boat number 14.|They're fishing over in the inlet now.

- Give me a boat.|- You want bait and tackle, I suppose.

Five dollars deposit, 75 cents an hour.

Get your deposit back|if the boat ain't damaged.

You take this one.

Wait a minute.|Let me give you a hand there.

Some lake. Swarming with them, huh?

Patience, lad. Patience.

- Can I give you a hand with your fish?|- Very funny.

Let's have a couple of beers, Pop.

- Where's your fish?|- Go on, tell the man where your fish are.

Where's our fish?|Well, how do you like that?

We ought to be asking|for our money back.

Don't let him throw you.|He's just preserving his dignity. Heh, heh.

Say, if I can't catch them,|they ain't there.

Did that fella find you?

- Who's that?|- A fella was looking for you.

Hired a boat, went out after you.

Didn't tell me his name.|A young fella, walked with sort of a limp.

Another thing,|I've fished every lake in these hills.

- Come on, let's go.|- Morning, noon and night.

- And it's been my experience that...|- Let's go, Fred.

Well, aren't you gonna finish|your beer?

While you're out in the afternoon,|they're biting in the morning...

Look, Fred, I think|I'd better go on back to town.

- Going back to town? You mean tonight?|- No, I mean now.

- But we just got here. I thought...|- I'm sorry, but I've got to.

- What are you sore about?|- I'm not.

- You sound sore.|- I'm not.

It's just that I remembered something.|That's all.

Bread and butter.|Let's get some chow and then we can...

- No, I wanna go back now.|- If that's the way you feel about it.

Guess I don't have a say|one way or the other.

Fred, here. Throw that stuff in the car.

And I'll settle up with Pop.

Okay, but I don't get it.

You come all the way up here,|turn around and go back.

Pop. Pop, we gotta leave.

- What's the damage?|- Leaving?

- Why don't you wait until morning?|- Come on. Let's have the bill.

Uh...

Let's see.

There's the cabin, $3, boat, 2.25.

There's bait, a dollar.

- Two beers is 40 cents and...|- Let's go, Pop, what is it?

Three dollars, 5.25...

...six twenty-five, 6.65...

If you don't wanna talk,|you don't wanna talk, that's all.

- See you tomorrow.|- Good night, kid.

Martha?

No, it's me.

Hey, what are you doing back|so soon?

- Something go wrong?|- No, no.

- You're all right, aren't you?|- Yeah, sure.

The fishing wasn't very good|and got kind of chilly.

The big outdoor man.

I remembered things I ought to take care of|at the office tomorrow...

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