Judge Priest Page #4

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Ah, yes.

Youth, beauty.

I remember when I first crossed

the threshold of my young manhood...

...and listened to the sweet

murmurings of my heart.

Double portion, please.

You have a full portion there.

Oh, but we can pay for it,

can't we, Rome?

Gentlemen-

I propose to conduct my campaign

on a dignified basis.

No personalities.

Others may censure the homespun

manners of Judge Priest on the bench.

Not I.

Others may question the methods

by which he has held...

...political control of the county

for a quarter of a century.

Not I.

For, gentlemen, merit alone will count

in the forthcoming election.

Where have you been

keeping yourself, Rome?

I think you've forgotten where I live.

Nothing like that.

Mother and Daddy are always

teasing me about you.

I tell them you don't

care anything about me.

Bet you have a girl up north.

Well, even if I did have, haven't you got

every boy in town on your string?

Oh, those stick-in-the-muds...

...they make me tired.

Besides, I've been waiting

for somebody else.

Attention.

Say, what's the-...

...what's the prettiest gal

at the-at the festival here...

...moping around back here

by herself for, huh?

You want some taffy, Judge?

Oh.

I ain't much of a taffy puller.

On second thoughts, uh,

you can give me a wad of that too.

All right. Put the butter on your hands first.

- Oh.

Hello, Uncle Billy.

Oh, hello.

You ain't doin' that right.

- What's the matter with it?

Here. Let me see your hands.

You ain't got no butter on there.

No wonder.

Here. Here, let me show you.

Put mine in here. Let me show you.

There. Go on up there. Run on up there and...

...put some more stickum

on your hands there.

Go on, right up there.

- All right, Uncle Billy.

That's it. Now here.

Put that right over in there now.

Now here- Here, here, here.

There's one-That's the thing.

Candy pullin', you got to keep

your mind right on it. Right on it.

Look, that's how you're

gettin' it all on your hands.

Keep your mind on what

you're doin' there now.

Lord, you're pullin'

candy with the champion...

...candy puller of this neighborhood now.

I think this is your fault.

The sun shines bright

In my old Kentucky home...

'Tis summer

The darkies are gay

The corn top's ripe

And the meadow's in the bloom

While the birds

Make music all the day

Weep no more...

My lady

Oh, weep no more today

We will sing one song

Of my old Kentucky home

Of my old Kentucky home

Far away...

Mornin', everybody.

- Good mornin', Judge. You're next.

Say, Flem, you've got the only

lively spot in town.

Hee, hee, hee.

Here, Gabby, what's the latest news

in the paper this morning?

Hello, Lige.

- Howdy, Judge.

Say, you ain't been in lately, have you?

Good mornin', Mr. -

- Good mornin'.

Nice day.

- Yeah.

Oh, Flem, here she comes.

And does she like her Flemmie.

Hee, hee, hee.

Hey, Flem, when you two gettin' hitched?

Don't know as I heard

nobody talkin' about marriage.

You ain't scared

of no shotgun wedding, are you?

Not as long as she ain't got no pa.

Say, that fella's gonna make himself

mighty unpopular around here.

That's right, Judge.

- Yeah.

There's about 2,000 male citizens here

that's gonna be mighty sore at him-

Yeah.

When they find out that he punched you

in the jaw before they could.

Yes, he's gonna be

awful unpopular around here.

Don't see you around much.

Nope.

Joe, get some more beer while I knocks me

that 14 ball down there in the corner.

I'll pay for it.

Hey, Flem, Gillis is out there.

- Yeah?

Yes.

- Come on. Let's get him.

No. Hold your horses now. He'll be headin'

through here in a minute goin' home.

You fellas with me?

- Sure.

Sure, we're with ya.

Another?

- Nope.

Get him, Joe. A knife. He's got a knife.

I got him. Oh, he cut me.

Get a doctor, quick.

- What happened?

Why, he pulled a knife on Flem and cut 'im.

He cut Flem. We saw 'im.

With a knife?

- Yeah. We saw 'im. Look at that.

Hey, Uncle Billy.

Uncle Billy. Uncle Billy.

- All right.

Look out. Look out. In a minute.

- This is important.

Oh, no. No, no.

- Will you get outta here?

You're already out of the game.

Git. Get outta here.

- Oh, no. Oh.

Oh, no.

- Go ahead and hit it.

Get away. Get away. Get away. Get away.

- Uncle Billy.

Ah, he missed it.

He missed it. He missed it.

He missed it.

- Rome, please. Will you?

Wait. This is an important game.

- Keep still. Keep still now.

Keep still. Keep still.

Yippee. Yippee.

We're champions.

Uncle Billy, lemme talk to you.

- Golly.

I don't see how the South lost the war

with a guy in it could argue like you.

Uncle Billy-

- What is the matter? You've...

Uncle Billy, I got a client.

Well, who is it? What's the matter with 'im?

Gillis. You know, Mr. Bagby's man.

What's that? Bob Gillis?

What's he done?

He cut up Flem Talley.

- Yeah?

Uh-huh, and right after

he gave himself up, he sent for me.

Well, I'll be kicked by a mule.

Did he cut him bad?

- Well, can't tell yet.

Gee, Uncle Billy, he sent for me.

It'll be the biggest case in your whole

court session, and I'll be defendin' 'im.

Well, I wouldn't gloat too soon now.

Oh, don't you worry.

Hey. Ellie May.

See here-

I'm going to get down to that jail...

...and see what that fella's

got to say for himself.

I'm going to see Talley.

- Them darned robbers.

They robbed us out of that, Herman.

Now, uh, you better

get on down there with me...

...because, uh, you're liable

to get a chance to, uh, go as bailiff.

Ellie May.

Ellie May, I got a client.

- Oh, Rome, I knew you would.

Come on over. I want to talk

to Uncle Billy and tell you about it.

That's sort of novelty,

Herman, the barber getting cut up.

Whoever cut him up couldn't have...

...cut him much if they

used the barber's razor.

Where's Rome?

I won't have it. That's all. His getting

mixed up with that kind of people.

Oh, what's he done now?

- Well, he's done enough.

Mother, what's the matter?

Is something wrong?

If you're in the habit of discussing

your affairs before strangers, I'm not.

Well, Ellie May's not a stranger.

- Excuse me, Rome, I'll go.

No, wait.

- All right. I have nothing to hide.

Carrie, what's the matter?

Have you-...

Have you been out in the sun too much?

- You shut up, William Priest.

I hold you responsible

for everything that's happened.

Are you going to defend that man?

Mr. Gillis?

You bet I am.

Oh, no, you're not.

- Mother, what do you mean, I'm not?

I suppose you know

what's behind this drunken brawl.

No? Well, then, I'll tell you.

They were fighting over

that girl in a saloon.

Mother, that's not so.

Carrie, you can accumulate

more misinformation...

...in a shorter time than anybody-...

Who told you all this rigamarole?

- Virginia Maydew.

Who?

- Virginia Maydew.

Oh.

- She got it straight from her father.

A-And brought it straight to you.

She wanted to warn Rome.

I know you've never liked me, Mrs. Priest.

I know you've tried to stop Rome

from going with me.

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