Heroes for Sale Page #6

- What's wrong?

- Not a thing.

We thought we'd drop in

and have a little talk.

We're from Red Squad.

Red Squad?

We have no Reds around here...

Nobody's saying a word to you, brother.

We know you just done five years

for leading a mob...

...so we're keeping an eye on you.

We wanna know what you're gonna do

now that you're out.

You live in the flat upstairs?

Yes, for the time being.

Gonna stay in town?

Why, sure.

Okay, but behave yourself and get a job.

The minute you get out of line

and start pulling any of that radical stuff...

...you know what's gonna happen to you,

don't you?

- Yeah.

- What for does he need a job?

He's my partner. He's a rich man.

I'm a rich man too.

Let us know when you're working

and where.

We'll drop in now and then

to see how you're getting along, you know.

Cossacks.

Positively an insult.

Swine.

Such a beautiful welcome home.

- Is your name Joe Bonocelli?

- Yeah. What do you want?

Come on, you're leaving town.

Joe! Joe!

Joe!

- Your name Antonio Magrustio?

- No.

Don't tell me it isn't, I know you.

- We're running all the Reds out of town.

- What's the matter? I don't do nothing.

What are you taking my friend for?

What's the matter?

- We'll take you along too.

- Oh, no.

Now, come on. Get in there.

Don't give me any argument.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

- You're a Red, ain't you?

No.

- I suppose our records are all wrong.

- Yes, they are.

- I was just...

- You're just leaving town, and in a hurry.

If you ain't out of here by morning...

...you ain't gonna be out of any place

for the next five years.

Gee, I wish you didn't have

to go away again, Daddy.

Me too, Bill.

Where you going?

What's the difference? I don't know.

I'll write you, Mary.

You're sure you won't take

any of that money for yourself?

- Just see that Bill is always taken care of.

- Well, you know I'll do that, Tom.

Can I kiss you goodbye, Tom?

I wish you would.

Couldn't you take me

with you this time, Daddy?

Come on, boys, keep moving here.

Come on, get out of here.

There's no jobs here, fellas.

Come on, don't gang up here.

Come on, hurry up.

Keep moving on down there, boys.

Come on, don't block this gate here.

There's no jobs here for you.

Come on, boys, move along.

Get in. Get up.

Come on, get up.

Get up.

- Who are you shoving?

- I don't wanna waste a bullet on you.

- No hobos or Reds allowed this state.

- Get out and stay out.

Who you calling Reds?

We're ex-service men.

Maybe, maybe you ain't.

Get going and do your explaining

when you cross the state line.

Go on.

Can we come in, buddy?

Well, we meet again.

Sure, come in, come in.

Close the door behind you.

How are you, Red?

Oh, swell.

Sure a tough night.

Yes, it isn't letting up at all.

This fire ain't so much now.

We used up all of our dry wood.

Hey, buddy, you got any grub with you?

Oh, sure.

Caviar and chicken under glass and...

- Roger.

- Tom, Tom Holmes.

Why, you dirty son of a...

What's the matter with you?

You gonna be hysterical?

Sit down.

Then the stock market crashed

and, well, we crashed with it.

And did you know that your father

was using the depositors' funds?

Sure.

I helped him do it.

It was just one of those things.

When you start, you can't stop.

It takes a lot of courage

to kill yourself like he did.

A lot more than I had.

How long did you serve?

Two years.

I topped you there, I got five.

For something I didn't do.

Tom, I... It was a terrible thing I did...

The way I...

The way the old man and I

made you suffer.

And all because of a medal

and a couple of lousy ribbons.

Funny, isn't it?

You started way up high

and I started pretty low.

And we end up here in the rain,

together.

Yeah.

What do you think of all this?

The country can't go on this way.

It's the end of America.

No.

It may be the end of us,

but it's not the end of America.

In a few years,

it'll go on bigger and stronger than ever.

You're the last guy in the world

I'd ever expect to find was an optimist.

That's not optimism,

just common horse sense.

You read President Roosevelt's

inaugural address?

Yeah.

He's right.

You know, it takes more than one sock

in the jaw to lick 12o million people.

Here's a bunch of them now, Ed.

Come out here, you guys.

Come on out of there

before I start whaling the tar out of you.

Come on, hurry up, hurry up.

- All right, line up out here. Come on.

- Come on, make it snappy.

These guys the bums

out of that boxcar, Ed?

Let me see, it was plenty dark in there.

No, they don't look like they got

gumption enough to fight.

Get over there.

Should we take them downtown?

Dave had the lantern in the boxcar.

It's too far. Besides, I'm tired.

- Come on, let's get going.

- All right, get out of here.

Get out of there. Go on.

Come on.

Get going. Get going.

In the car.

Go on, go on.

And keep on walking. And don't stop

if you know what's good for you.

Now where?

Well, anyhow,

we got something to be thankful for.

What?

It stopped raining.

Oh, plenty, yes. Plenty tonight.

Some nice stew.

You lads, a warm cup of coffee.

Oh, Mr. Talbot, I've been looking for you.

You go down there tomorrow,

there's a nice job for you.

When is Dad coming home?

I don't know, dear.

He's a wonderful man, isn't he?

The finest.

He lives for everyone but himself.

He's given everything.

Taken nothing.

You can always be proud of him, Bill.

When I grow up,

I want to be just like my dad.

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