Key Largo Page #5

than a dead hero.

Excuse me.

You weren't afraid.

We all know that.

Oh, yes, I was afraid.

But that's not why

I didn't shoot.

What do I care whether

Johnny Rocco lives or dies?

I only care about me!

Me and mine!

Rocco wants to come back to America,

let him! Let him be President!

I fight nobody's battles but my own.

I can't see it your way, Frank.

Sawyer didn't either.

He was a fool!

Me, die to rid the world

of a Johnny Rocco?!

No, thanks!

If I believed your way...

...I'd want to be dead too.

It's true.

You are a coward.

What you're saying now

is only to save face!

Now, Nora...

...maybe Frank's right.

Maybe he's right.

What's the idea, Ziggy?

Why ain't you started yet?

So what?

What's the matter, you guys?

Didn't I take chances?

I make the run from Cuba, risk my

neck, my boat and the shipment...

...and you won't come out

in the rain?

Listen to me. Either you show

tonight or the deal is off.

I know a dozen guys who'd break

their necks to get this shipment.

Look, my watch says...

...8:
00.

I give you two hours.

You ain't here by 10, the deal is off.

Hello!

Downstairs, everybody.

Didn't I say no drinking?

Please, honey. Just one?

Bring down the shipment.

In there.

Mr. Temple! Mr. Temple!

Wait.

Is that someone calling?

Indians were at the door.

I sent them away.

You'd no right!

Listen to it.

The upstairs shutters gotta be closed,

or the roof might come off.

Go close them.

One thing I can't stand

is a dame that's drunk.

What I mean, they turn my stomach.

No good to themselves

or anybody else.

She got the shakes, see?

So she has a drink to get rid of them.

Then she has another.

First thing you know,

she's stinko again.

You gave me my first drink.

Oh, so it's all my fault now?

Everybody has their first drink,

but everybody ain't a lush!

If I'd known you'd act this way,

I wouldn't have come here.

If I'd known what you're like,

you wouldn't have been asked.

Eight years since I seen her.

You wouldn't know it's

the same dame.

You certainly haven't changed one bit.

Meaning what?

Nothing.

Gee, you're as mean as can be.

Mean as can be.

Now what does that remind me of?

Don't you remember?

That was in a song.

She used to sing it.

Yeah, that's right!

I gave her her first chance,

made her a singer.

Mention that. Why ain't you

a singing star instead of a lush?

Johnny, I didn't mean anything.

Yeah, she could've had a future.

She had everything.

Voice.

Looks.

Plenty of class.

I was the rage.

Gee, honey.

Now, look, Gaye...

...why don't you give us your

old song?

You mean, right now?

- I can't.

- Sure you can!

Please don't make me.

I won't make you do anything.

I got a proposition for you.

Sing a song,

you can have a drink.

Can I have the drink first?

No! The song.

Then the drink.

Without any accompaniment?

Now, look, do you want a drink

or don't you?

All right.

Well?

My gowns were gorgeous.

Always low- cut.

Very dcollet.

I wore hardly any makeup.

Just some lipstick, that's all.

No lights, just a baby spot.

I wouldn't have any entrance.

They'd play the intro in the dark...

...and a spot would come on...

...and there I'd be.

Go ahead! Sing!

Moaning low

My sweet man, I love him so

Though he's mean as can be

He's the kind of man

Needs the kind of woman

Like me

Gonna die

If sweet man should pass me by

If I die, where will he be?

He's the kind of man

Needs the kind of woman

Like me

Don't know any reason

Why he treats me so poorly

What have I gone and done?

Makes my trouble double

With his worries

When surely

I ain't deserving of none

Moaning low

My sweet man is gonna go

When he goes, oh, Lordy

He's the kind of man

Needs the kind of woman

Like me

Give me that drink now.

- But you promised!

- So what?

- You said that...

- But you were rotten.

Thanks, fella.

You're welcome.

Play a little gin?

- For how much?

- Name it.

Nickel a point.

Hey, old man.

How bad can it get?

I asked you a question!

Did you hear me?

Worst storm we ever had

was back in '35.

Wind whipped up a big wave

and sent it busting...

...right over Matecumbe Key.

Eight hundred people

were washed out to sea.

How far away was that

from here?

A few miles.

Listen to it.

Sorry about the things

I said upstairs.

They aren't true.

Will you forgive me?

Of course.

He might've killed you,

but you had to help her.

Your head said one way,

but your whole life said another.

The other things, maybe they're true.

Maybe it is a rotten world.

But a cause isn't lost if

someone's willing to fight.

I'm not that someone.

But you are.

You may not want to be,

but you can't help yourself.

Your whole life's against you.

What do you know about my life?

A whole lot.

From the way you look and talk,

and from things George wrote me.

Most of his last letter was

all about you and him on the phone.

Only he had it the other way.

You were the one on the hill.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Why's everybody so quiet?

Talk, why don't you?

Curly, say something!

- What do you want me to say?

- Anything, just so it's talk.

- Go ahead!

- I'm trying to think.

I bet you two or three years,

we get Prohibition back.

This time we make it stick.

I bet you two or three years,

Prohibition comes back.

Absolutely, yeah.

The trouble was, before,

too many guys wanted to be top dog.

That was the trouble.

One mob gets to

massacring another.

The papers play it up big.

Big, see?

- So what happens?

- So what?

The papers play it up big,

and the public...

...gets the idea that

Prohibition's no good.

That if they can get rid of it...

- Prohibition, I mean...

- I don't believe it.

Eight hundred guys washed out to sea.

You're a liar!

Nobody would live here

after that!

- Would they?

- I remember reading it in the papers.

A relief train was

dispatched from Miami.

The barometer was down

to about 26 inches...

...when that train

pulled into Homestead.

Engineer backed his string of empty

coaches into the danger zone...

...and the hurricane hit.

Knocked those coaches

right off the track.

Two hundred miles an hour,

that wind blew.

A tidal wave 12 feet high

went right across the Key.

Whole towns were wiped out.

Miles and miles of track

were ripped up...

...and washed away.

Nothing was left.

More than 500 bodies were

recovered after the storm.

And for months afterwards...

...corpses were found

in the mangrove swamps.

You don't like it, do you?

The storm?

Show it your gun, why don't you?

If it doesn't stop, shoot it.

So the public votes out Prohibition.

And that's the end of the mobs.

Next time, it'll be different.

We learned our lesson, all right.

Next time, the mobs'll get together.

Make the big wave.

Send it crashing down on us.

Destroy us all, if need be.

But punish him.

Shut up, old man!

I'm warning you!

Hear me. Hear me!

I'll kill you!

Make a big wave.

Send it against us.

Take us all.

But destroy him.

Mr. Temple!

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