Flamingo Road Page #5

- I know you.

You're that carnival girl

who took a job at the Eagle Cafe.

- Yes.

- Come in.

- Sit down.

- Thank you.

- Now, what happened?

- I got fired.

I know, but what's the story?

- That's all there is to it. I got fired.

- That isn't all there is to it.

And advertising for a job

isn't going to do you any good.

You're not gonna get a job in Boldon.

Or if you do,

you're not gonna be able to keep it.

I don't understand what you mean.

I think maybe you can find the answer

sitting on the porch over there

at the Palmer House.

- You mean the Sheriff had me canned?

- That's it.

Well, then it wouldn't be any use

putting an ad in your paper.

Are you sure you know

what you're talking about?

I'm a newspaper man. I always check

the source of my information.

If you don't mind, I think

I'll do the same thing. Thanks.

I know you're not asleep.

You don't have to pretend you are!

How are you, Miss Bellamy?

Did you have me fired

from the Eagle Cafe?

Did you have it fixed so I couldn't

get another job in this town?

There wasn't really anything personal in it.

It's personal to me

if I don't have a place to eat or sleep.

I reckon it would be.

I'm a quiet man, Miss Bellamy.

When I see trouble coming, I try to duck it.

Now, with you and Field Carlisle,

I just can't see nothing but trouble.

I don't mean anything to Field Carlisle.

If I did, he wouldn't be getting married,

would he?

I just don't want to take

any chances, Miss Bellamy.

Field's going to the State Senate.

One of these days,

he's going to be Governor.

A man like that's got to get married,

stay married, happily married.

That's fine, but I've

got a right to live, too!

You know, when I was a young fellow,

I once had a job at a warehouse.

There were rats there.

I didn't pay no attention to them.

One night, though, I went to sleep

and a rat near half chewed my big toe off

before I knew what was happening.

After that I went around

and plugged up all the holes.

And as long as I kept the holes plugged,

I didn't have nothing to worry about.

That's how I kept my toes all these years.

I won't be run out of town this way.

I'm gonna stay here and get another job.

Any kind of a job.

I'm gonna stay here if it kills me!

You may do just that, Miss Bellamy.

One more move shouldn't be

so hard to take.

- You've been a carnival girl.

- I'm not a carnival girl anymore.

You sure been acting like it

with young Carlisle.

I'm not running. Do you understand that?

I'm sure sorry you did that, Miss Bellamy.

I beg your pardon.

Hey, what are you doing

walking the streets this time of night?

- I'm on my way home.

- Oh, yeah?

Say, who are you and what do you want?

Does this mean anything to you?

- No, it doesn't.

This girl giving you any trouble,

Lieutenant?

Yeah, she tried to pick me up.

Let's get her to the station.

What kind of a deal is this?

I haven't done anything.

I can go easy in court

or make it tough on yourself,

- I don't care which!

But you can't put me in there!

All right! Let's go, Mac!

- Hello, Pete.

- Field, I am glad to see you again.

From everywhere you go,

I hear you make a fine election speeches.

Thanks. I understand Lane

isn't working here anymore.

- Why'd you let her go?

- Well, business was not so good.

I notice you got another girl.

Well, business picked up.

You know how it is.

Yeah.

- You don't know where she is, do you?

- I don't.

- Maybe perhaps Millie, she knows.

- All right.

She just disappeared,

didn't come home one night.

Even left what little clothes

she had in the room.

I tell you, Field, I was worried.

I thought something might have

happened to her.

And then I got to thinking.

She must have just left town.

That was when you were away

orating for votes.

But you got more important things

to think about now, Field,

what with getting married next week.

Suppose I ought to offer you

my congratulations, Senator.

Thanks.

See you again, Field.

Mr. Pete, do we charge extra

for a second cup of coffee?

No, no, no! A cup of coffee...

- You get out tomorrow or Thursday?

- Thursday.

Did you ever stop to think how it is?

The judge can never say anything

but "thirty days!" "Thirty days!"

You'd think it'd get monotonous.

You never did say what you was in for.

They said I was trying to pick up

men on the streets.

How about you?

My boyfriend cut himself on a knife

I was holding.

What are you gonna do when you get out?

Go back to Boldon, I guess.

Try to get a job if I can.

Boldon?

I know a good place you can get a job

in Boldon. I used to work there.

- A road house called Lute Mae's.

- Yeah.

- It sounds like a good setup.

- It was. I waited tables, served drinks.

A lot of big shots go there. Big tips.

There ain't no cops gonna pick you up,

either, if you work for Lute Mae.

She's just like that with

all the politicians and big shots,

from the Governor on down!

Just tell Lute Mae I sent you.

Only don't say where you met me.

She always told me I'd wind up in the can

and I'd hate for her to be right!

Shut up!

Ah!

When I was very young,

I made up my mind to be rich.

How'd you make out?

- I found it was better to change my mind.

Frankly, I'm broke and I need a job.

Sugar or lemon?

- Oh, no tea for me. Thank you.

Me, neither. My tonic.

Sure wish I could drink tea.

The things make the room

look so cozy and genteel.

But I can't stand the stuff.

It gives me gas.

You say you can't get a job anyplace

else in town? Why?

I've been at the county farm.

There's a piece in the paper about me.

I never read the paper.

If I don't know what's going on,

I can't worry about it.

I sure wish those girls weren't so talented.

I can serve drinks and wait on table.

- And in a pinch, I can even sing a little bit.

- Yeah, I was afraid of that.

I'd like to know why you're lying.

I'm not lying.

You're not lying in what you say.

It's what you don't say.

You know, I've got a hunch about you

and it scares me.

I think you'll make trouble for me

one of these days.

You're moody.

And the moody kind always cause trouble.

- Gracie!

- Coming!

- Did you want me, Miss Lute Mae?

- This here's Lane Bellamy.

- Hi!

- Hello!

- She can room with you, Gracie.

- You gonna work here, honey?

- Well, I...

- Take her back to see Frank.

He'll get you a uniform

and tell you what to do.

I'm sure I've got one that fits you, honey.

Thanks.

Peterson! Do you know why

I'm not gonna let you go to jail?

I've spent a long time building up

this organization

and I'm not going to break it down

for some five-and-10-cent chiseler.

Now, listen, Reynolds...

- You'll resign for reasons of ill health.

Because if you're not sick now,

you will be when I get through with you.

Deal me out. I'm out.

Peterson's a good superintendent

of hospitals.

I wouldn't want to lose him.

If he's not smart enough to steal

and stay in the clear, he gets dumped.

Dan, I ain't going to like losing Peterson.

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