Follow That Dream Page #8

I can wrestle real good, though.

Yeah, but suppose

someone sneaked up behind you?

Yeah. And grabbed your arms like this.

And another one was in front of you

and he had a sap like this.

And he wrapped it around his wrist like

this. You'd be helpless, wouldn't you?

Unless I done something like this.

Hey, fellas?

Fellas?

Blackie, I'm sorry,

I was just showing you...

Al?

Blackie?

I think they've had enough time.

Now, why don't you run

the station wagon around back...

...and we'll hand his body out

through the window to you.

What'll I do with him?

Well, if he's still breathing,

drop him off at the nearest hospital.

What happened?

They were showing me

how I shouldn't get hurt.

I wish they'd wake up

so I could apologise to them.

I don't think they can hear me now.

No, I don't think so, either.

Al.

Al!

Hey, Blackie.

Blackie!

I didn't mean to hurt them.

Ladies and gentlemen,

can I have your attention, please!

Hey, listen.

Hey, what are you doing?

I figure if I flick these lights a

little bit, I'll get some attention.

- You can't do that.

- Oh, yes, I can. It's easy. Watch.

Ladies and gentlemen, now listen to me!

He did it. He did it!

- They're wrecking the whole joint.

- Who're you calling?

I'm sick and tired of you bush leaguers.

I got to get some real pros down here.

- Operator.

- Long distance.

May I help you?

Yeah, of course you can help me.

Get me Detroit.

What do you want

to lock someone out of there for?

Son, that's inhuman.

It ain't for locking out, Pop,

it's for locking in.

You see, if I had to arrest somebody...

...this is about the only place

we can use for a jail.

It could be inconvenient.

- Yeah.

- Toby.

Someone just called from the gas station.

One of our rowboats

washed up down the point.

Well, I'll hike down there and row it back.

- Can I go with you?

- Sure.

- Here.

- No, Holly.

I don't want to be no sheriff now.

No, a sheriff wears his hat all the time.

That's just like a woman.

Oh, Toby, why is it...

...that every time you don't like what I do,

I'm a woman.

And every time you're pleased with me,

I'm a little girl?

That's just because you ain't neither one.

You're just a little nuisance, that's all.

Just a little nuisance.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Well, the signals off?

- Oh, no, they're still on.

- Good.

- Only the joker isn't home.

Blackie saw him go down the highway

about 20 minutes ago.

He's got a broad with him.

And he's wearing a hat

like the White Hunter.

- You know, like a sun helmet.

- And he's got a deputy's badge.

I got it.

- Thanks for thinking of me.

- Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Count it, Pete.

Well, that's that.

- Nick?

- Yeah.

Let's go fishing.

Fishing?

Hey, Blackie, there's a couple

of hurricane lamps in the back room...

...bring them over to the pier.

We get a couple of fishing rods

and we go fishing.

What, have you gone nuts?

We get the old man to help us

with the bait and everything.

- Carmine, I don't want to go...

- Wait a minute.

You don't like the alibi?

We go fishing.

Golly, that was close.

- You all right, Holly?

- Yeah.

Darn fools, they must be

drunker than a bunch of skunks.

They looked like

they were trying to run us down.

Oh, now, just 'cause they're drunk

don't mean they tried to do it on purpose.

See, they must be drunk.

They done went got themselves

stuck in the sand.

Honey, you get out in the woods

and wait a little while.

Why? What are you gonna do?

I'm the sheriff, ain't I?

I gotta teach them drunks a lesson.

If they done that on purpose...

...I don't want to have to worry

about you getting hurt.

Now, move along, now. Move along.

- We're stuck.

- No kidding.

All right, you and Pete get out and push.

- And what are you gonna do, grunt?

- Never mind, I think I can make it.

I'm the sheriff here, fellas...

...and I can't give you these keys back

till you're fit to drive.

Take care of the sheriff, Pete.

Turn on the music.

And make it loud. I like it loud.

Well, what are you waiting for?

- Where's your gun?

- I got it.

Now what I want to talk to you fellas about...

Get the artillery!

Holly.

Holly!

Holly?

Over here.

Boy.

Them guys are drunk out of their minds.

One of them tried to shoot me.

No!

They must be on a hunting trip

or something. The whole car's full of guns.

They're coming after you.

Yeah, I know.

I guess I'd better try to sober them up.

Now you stay here, Holly.

Hey, fellas.

I'm over here, fellas.

They told us this character

didn't carry no gun, right?

Right. I seen him pretty good.

- Yeah, yeah, he was empty.

- Good.

Hold it.

I think we got him.

- I don't see him.

- Neither do I.

He's around here somewhere.

- Let me have the flashlight.

- Here.

Hey!

Didn't even get close, fellas!

Mighty poor hunters.

- Sounds like he's over there.

- No.

Over there.

No, there he is. See the hat?

Hold it, spread out a little.

And when I turn the flashlight on him,

give him everything you've got.

Good. Move.

- Louie?

- Yeah.

- I thought I told you to spread out.

- Well, I was...

Never mind, stay close.

I'm a better shot than you are anyway.

Here, take the flashlight.

Now, you know, drunks oughtn't to be

shooting guns anyway.

Hey, Louie! Pete! Louie! Pete!

- Pete, come here.

- What's the matter, what happened?

- What happened?

- I don't know, he got my gun.

- Well, how did he do that?

- What's the difference? He got it.

- And where's your flash?

- He got that, too.

- Why don't we get out of here?

- Which way is out?

He might hear us.

There he is.

Now blast him.

This time I know we got him.

What is this?

- You see him?

- No.

- Me, neither.

- What are you shooting at?

All right, fellas, you're surrounded!

If you want to keep on making trouble...

...I'll give you one guess

who's gonna be sorry.

Look, Mac, it was all a mistake, you know.

- It's always a mistake to get drunk.

- Hey, you quit and we'll quit.

I ain't quitting till I get them guns

off of you, all of them.

Just drop them right there and move away.

No, that ain't reasonable, Mac,

got nothing doing.

All right, Charlie, Larry, let them have it!

Okay, okay.

You can have the stinking hardware. Drop it.

Turn to your right and keep walking.

All right, that's far enough.

I'll put the car keys back in the ignition

for you, fellas.

Wait a minute, Mac.

You're not gonna leave us

in this jungle, are you?

Well, you gotta sober up somewhere.

I would lock you up...

...but the three of you'd be

kind of cramped in our john.

Yeah...

Look, after we sober up,

how do we get out of here?

Well, when the sun comes up,

you just walk straight towards it...

...and that'll take you back to the road.

You fellas

better not hang around here anymore.

Don't worry, Mac.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- How long you been in this business?

- Ten years.

Twelve.

You meet all kinds of people.

Those terrible men trying to kill you.

I just don't understand it.

It don't make no sense to me, either.

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