I Walk the Line Page #4

- Hmm?

Go off with me.

All right.

Where do you wanna go?

Anywhere you want.

- Mmm, Chicago.

- All right.

- In an airplane. I've never been in one.

- In an airplane.

Just think of the things I

could bring back from Chicago.

Aw, we wouldn't come back.

You know I've never been farther than

Knoxville. Probably never will either.

Got an uncle who lives in Waco, Texas,

and he come up for a reunion once.

Said I could come visit him,

but I never heard.

Well, we're gonna go

farther than Waco.

We're goin' to California.

Go on into Canada.

California?

You're a good man,

Henry.

How about that federal man? He

ever talk about the federal man?

No, never does.

Hey, Buddy, come on.

Help me with this stuff. I'm comin'.

What the hell does that

sheriff talk about all day long?

Well, mainly

he jokes a lot.

Today-

Today he says-

Pa, today he says we was

goin' to Chicago.

Chicago.

Him and me.

And then he says

maybe even California.

Ah, damn. But he's real fine natured.

You know, he has a wife

and a young girl.

He even goes to church time to time. Mmm.

Pa says we gonna go to

the gospel tent. Yeah.

We gonna cleanse We gonna cleanse

Our sinful souls

Our sinful souls

We're gonna get 'em all. All right!

Alma?

Yeah?

I want you to tell

that sheriff somethin'.

You tell him, if he's gonna

take you off to California,

he'd better get us

a new cook first.

Hi.

Hi.

We gonna get me a hundred

dollars on Tuesday.

A hundred dollars?

I'll get you

some new clothes soon.

Hey, I seen a dress in

Sutton. Could I get that?

Hmm.

This oughta make

Mr. Bascomb happy.

Where have you been?

In some catfight?

Over at the Crobins' place

yesterday. Just doin' a little pokin'.

Huh. He just about

shot me outta there.

Bet you were real polite,

weren't ya?

Manners don't

solve crimes, Elsie.

Anything? Oh, just Worley Holden for Wylie.

I forgot to tell ya.

What he want?

He said 'bout your discussion as to

whether Kyle Rush is a Hebrew or not.

He found out-

He's not.

Well, he don't exactly

look like Christmas.

That list for Bascomb.

This all of it?

All that's registered.

Shiner's a sneaky fella.

They don't all make a habit

out of signing up.

Pokin' around on your own can

be dangerous, you know that?

Some of these people not too friendly.

I told you before not to

go nosin' round on 'em.

Next time

you go out lookin',

tell somebody where you're

goin', unless I go with you.

Waterfront Patrol or

the San Diego main office?

Look, operator, I don't care.

I have this problem.

Now, look. Get me

the San Diego main office.

Hello?

Your operator.

Operator.

Grit my teeth

And face a new day dawning

Take a deep breath

Then get up and go

Tie the same old

weary shoes

And walk

the same old pathway

I never see a face

That I don't know

Oh, God, if I could

just pack up and go

Hungry for some other face

Hungry for some other place

Needin' somethin'

And I know what

God, I know what

I'm tired of seein'

the same old road

Tired of carryin'

the same old load

Hungry for somethin'

I ain't got

Her face

across that table

Every mornin'

And lately I don't notice

that she's there

Always leave

that breakfast table

Feelin' so damned empty

She knows there's

somethin' wrong

But I don't care

Oh, God, how much

more of this

Can I bear

You'd better be goin'.

I'm gonna stay

with you.

But you gotta get home.

Mama, Sheriff's back.

Go on to school,

Sybil.

That man, Bascomb, called.

What'd you tell him?

I told him you wasn't here,

that's all.

He said he just got in town.

He'll be at the office.

Uh-huh.

She a pretty girl?

If that's all then,

well, from time to time a-

a man your age does seek out

a young girl sometimes,

The Reader's Digest

tells how-

Oh, that ain't it,

Ellen Haney.

Young though, huh?

That ain't it.

Well, then what is it, Henry?

Just somethin' different?

Somethin' you need that bad,

Sheriff?

I told Sybil you're

gonna be all right.

I want you to know I've always

tried to be honest with you.

By that I mean I've never just wanted to be

a diplomatic type, if you know what I mean.

I know it's hard for you

to hear me say how I feel.

Maybe you never did

feel the same way.

Maybe I don't have much

to give you anymore.

But Sybil and me, we do

have full respect for you.

And we want you to know that,

and we don't want you to be

rash about doin' somethin'.

Henry, tell me

what to do!

You want us to go

to Aunt Carla's for a while?

Just do what you have to do, Ellen Haney.

- You're goin' off with her, ain't ya?

- I don't know.

Oh, God, Henry!

Well, friends,

it's not there.

And there's no more places

to search but here.

Eat molasses on my peas

I done it all my life

Doesn't make 'em any better.

Just-

Keeps 'em on my knife

Keeps 'em on your knife, huh? Yeah.

Buy a drum like that, you oughta

get free aspirin with it.

Free aspirin, huh?

- Did you give him the list?

- Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Let's go to the park.

Hey, yeah. That's a good idea. Well,

what we have to do

right now...

is run a fine-tooth comb

right through Jenkins.

How about my taking all the

territory from the highway...

in through Sandy Rock

and the reservoir,

and your boys can

check out the north hump?

Of course, that's with

your blessin', Sheriff.

Doesn't seem no more choice,

does it? How many men you got?

Three, comin' up in the

morning. Then they can take in,

uh, from Cavender.

That's all

through here.

Elsie'll line out some maps

for 'em. And, uh, Wylie,

you go on in from Finchberg. Uh, you

know people in Finchberg better than me.

Why me in Finchberg?

Because I'll take in...

from the highway

to the reservoir.

That's why.

Well, sounds like

that oughta do it.

Mr. Bascomb?

Of course, uh, that list

might not be complete.

Like I was over at Sutton the other

day looking through some records-

findin' old names,

old roads

barely on the map.

And like I come across

the name McCain-

people up in

Loomis Canyon.

Sure ain't there now though.

Shiners?

Ooh. Hell, yeah.

They have a record

way back,

maybe two or three

generations.

Real slippery. Yeah. Movin' all the time.

Yeah.

You take people

like this McCain.

His daddy taught him.

And he'll teach his own,

and they'll teach theirs.

Got himself a lot

of students too.

Two sons livin' at home,

and he's got a daughter.

And she's got herself

a husband.

Of course, he's in prison

up at Capesville,

so odds are he knows

how to make the juice already.

Anyhow, they're, uh,

livin' somewhere in these hills.

Well, we can't catch 'em all. That's

for sure. Well, now, that's hard to know.

Okeydoke.

Well, I'll swing on down to the

cabins. Uh, get my people set up.

Looks like I'm gonna have

to be around for a while.

Uh, I must say, Sheriff, your

motels leave something to be desired.

And what you need is a place

around here with hot sheets.

Bye.

Well, Elsie,

it's early yet.

Maybe I can get somethin' done

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