Flamingo Road

There's a Flamingo Road

in every town.

It is the street of social success,

the avenue of achievement,

the golden goal for all who struggle

and aspire to reach the top

and sometimes find that from the top,

there's no other place to go.

And so, in Boldon City,

a small town with people of big dreams,

their Flamingo Road had

touched them all with ambition.

The political factions who killed flies

on the porch of the Palmer House,

the big timers who killed care

at Lute Mae's,

a place that had been called many things,

most recently a road house,

the Tony Night Club set

who sip champagne,

the gang at Pete's cafe

who dunk doughnuts,

even the gaudy show folks

with Coyne's Carnival

who once a year set up their tents

on the wrong side of the tracks.

corners of the Earth!

We have none other than Bonnieta,

300 pounds of loving.

She shakes and shimmies like the jelly

on your grandmother's table.

Also, on the inside...

You won't see it again

for another year.

Only in town once a year, folks!

All right, then! Glad to see you.

Hey, hey! Hey, hey! Come in!

Come in, folks, come in!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

The big-time show.

The biggest show on wheels!

Twelve cars of outstanding attractions

brought to you

from the four corners of the Earth.

Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

Hurry, hurry! Right this way

for that featured attraction.

Those masked beauties of the Sultan's

harem, in exotic, tantalizing,

captivating dances of the Far East

as you've always wanted to see them.

It's spicy! It's daring!

It's a thing to take your breath away!

A dance to make the old men young

and the young men old!

A dance, gentlemen, which is a replica,

an exact replica of the dance

that you would expect to see

in the Far East.

I can see that you're all men of the

world, traveled and sophisticated.

But you, gentlemen,

I'm sure each and every one of you

will understand and appreciate

the unveiled beauty which will be yours

for the small price of 10 cents, one dime,

the tenth part of a dollar!

Every year you've been telling me

the same thing.

"Next season will be better. "

But it ain't. Now I want my money.

Rent for the carnival lot, the light bills,

and the money I loaned you two years ago.

But, sir, I just don't have

the necessary funds at the moment.

Things in the entertainment world

are at a low ebb, sir.

Yes, sir, the tide is sure enough out.

Now, sir, if you'll just give me

a little bit more time, I...

All the time I'm gonna give you is

the time that it takes me to go uptown,

get an attachment against your show

and find the sheriff to serve the papers.

I'm gonna take your show.

That's what I'm gonna do.

The young ladies will unveil briefly,

the box office will open

and the big show will continue

on the inside.

And, now, ladies and gentlemen,

if you'll be kind enough

to step up to the box office,

the young lady will oblige you by

selling you the ticket and the big show...

Hurry it up, girls.

We're folding the show!

Not again, Tom!

Get out of those costumes.

Get going, girls.

Here we go again, kids.

Run, run, run. What do they think we are?

Three blind mice?

Tell them to strike the canvas

and get loaded.

We got to beat an attachment

across the state line!

Get yourself together, girls.

The sheriff's breathing down our necks.

Hello, there, Sheriff!

Hi, Sheriff Semple, sir!

- Boatright!

- Yes, sir.

- Boatright, where's my other chair at?

- Goodness, Sheriff, if it ain't...

I remember once before

I didn't have me a chair for my hat.

It dropped to the floor.

I had to pick it up myself.

Yes, sir.

- Boatright?

- Yes, sir?

Whatever happened to that other boy?

I don't know.

I guess maybe he's still in jail.

Here we are, Sheriff.

Yes, everything's gonna be all right now.

Yes, sir.

Everything's gonna be all right now.

- You want to see me, Sheriff?

- What have you been doing, bub?

Fishing.

I didn't figure you'd be fool enough

to do any work on the county time.

Well, if I felt like I was getting

someplace I wouldn't mind doing a day's work.

The county pays me little enough,

but I don't even earn that.

There are plenty of folks in this county

who would do less for a lot more.

When I gave you this job,

I told you to let me do the worrying.

Well, it's kind of hard

not to do your own worrying.

I got plans for you, bub.

Long-range plans.

Deputy sheriff is just a good starter.

A man can make a heap of friends

being deputy sheriff.

Of course, he can make enemies, too,

but that's politics.

You just got to be sure that you make

more friends than you do enemies.

I want you to run out to that carnival

show that's playing across the tracks.

Mark Lanright has got

an attachment against them.

- Field!

- Hi!

I've been chasing you

for the past 10 miles.

Hello, Sheriff.

- You're gonna have to get a faster car.

- Evening, Miss Annabelle.

Don't keep the lady waiting, bub.

And don't forget to serve these papers.

Hi, Annabelle.

Field Carlisle,

I shouldn't even speak to you.

You promised to play tennis with me

yesterday afternoon.

Well, I'm a busy man.

The duties of a deputy sheriff

don't allow much time for tennis.

Papa says that deputy sheriff job

is just ridiculous,

that you should have finished law school

and then you'd be...

- Respectable.

- Well, that's what Papa says.

You know, your papa can say

almost anything he wants to

and people listen to him.

The trouble with you is

you just don't want to improve yourself.

Look at that outlandish cowboy hat.

Why don't you wear something dignified?

- I reckon I'm used to it.

- Used to it? I don't understand you, Field.

How can you be so stubborn

about some things

and so easygoing about everything else?

You know, you look awful pretty today.

I've got a good mind

to give you a great big kiss.

Right here in the middle of the street?

Really! You get the craziest notions.

Isn't that the truth? Well,

I got to go do something official. Bye.

Papa says to invite you to dinner tonight.

And don't you dare stand me up.

If I could be with you

I'd love you strong

I want you to know that I wouldn't go

Until...

What are you doing here?

Getting up a parade.

You're just in time. Who are you?

Deputy sheriff.

Oh.

Well, then you're not in time.

Yeah. I could figure that looking over

the lot. They must have left in a hurry.

- Did they forget you?

- No.

Why didn't you go with them?

Look, if you want to throw

your weight around,

why don't you go outside

where there's plenty of room?

I'm just being mildly official.

You don't look much like a sheriff.

You look more like Buffalo Bill

with that hat on.

Look, all sheriffs got to wear

this kind of hat,

otherwise people wouldn't know

they were the law.

Why didn't you go with the others?

They weren't going anywhere.

They were just running.

If it isn't this town, it's another.

Besides, I got tired of being

on the wrong end of a rabbit hunt.

- Doesn't make sense.

- It does to me.

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