Kings Row Page #8

I want a job, Mr. Monaghan.

Can you get me a job at the railroad?

I've got no place

on the section gang, Drake.

I guess I will have some coffee, please.

Look at me, Mr. Monaghan.

I look like a tramp.

I'll be a tramp,

if somebody doesn't give me a job.

- I've tried everybody in town.

- Drake?

- Oh, Drake, you look like...

- I know how I look.

Like I was in the calaboose all night

for being drunk.

Oh, Drake.

You know what people around town

are saying about you and me?

No.

They're saying that you're gonna

give me the gate any day now.

It's nice of them

to make up my mind for me.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

I'll come to if you'll just be patient

and give me a little time

to get over being confused.

Trouble is, I've never had to think

about money all my life.

Just counted on having it, and now...

- Drake wants me to get him a job.

- Oh?

I'll talk to Mr. Turner.

Maybe he'll give you a job in the yards.

Switchman or flagman or something.

It means being out in all kinds of weather.

It won't break your back

but it's work and no mistake.

What are your toney friends

up on Union Street going to say?

I'll get you a job, son.

You can depend on me.

Thank you, sir.

If you do, I'll sell my place uptown.

I'm coming down here somewhere to live.

- Pretty rough.

- My friends are down here.

Well, I'm going home now and clean up.

If I can come back later...

You stay here now.

Go on up to Tod's room

and I'll bring you some hot water

and you can wash and shave.

I'll fix you something to eat.

Then you're going to bed

and get some sleep.

Bossy redhead, isn't she?

- You know something, Randy?

- What, Pa?

When you was my little tomboy daughter,

I used to wonder how you'd turn out.

I shouldn't ought to have worried.

"Baltimore and Ohio."

"Chesapeake and Illinois."

- Hi.

- Hi.

Coffee, mister?

Say, you shouldn't be out

on a night like this.

I had to keep the railroad running.

- Besides, I've got news.

- So have I, come to think of it.

Thanks, honey.

Now, which news first?

- Yours. I already know mine.

- Well,

Pa heard this afternoon

that you're going to get a promotion.

Sure enough?

Mr. Turner's finally become convinced

that your intentions are good.

So, he's making you an assistant

in the freight office with a raise of $2.

You're climbing up, my friend.

Twenty or 30 years like that

and I'll be somewhere, won't I?

- What's your news?

- Oh, I got a letter from Parris.

- Oh, how is he?

- Fine. Hopes I'm the same.

Wants to hear all the news in Kings Row.

"Dear Drake, glad to hear

that you're feeling good

"and everything is going so..."

I'll skip that.

- "Of course..."

- Why haven't you ever told Parris?

About your bad luck, I mean.

- Think that's why I got a friend?

- I love your beautiful pride, darling.

"Of course, I'm cramming like blazes

for final examinations right now.

"Just think, graduation in June.

"I've definitely decided

what I'm going to do with my life, Drake.

"I'm going to be a... I'm going to be a...

"A psychiatrist." What does that mean?

Don't ask me, I'm one of the illiterate.

"I think you'll understand why,

remembering Cassandra.

"I guess I'll be the first..."

Well, here's it is again.

"In Kings Row and maybe in America."

Oh, you could trust Parris to be the first.

Here, take it home and finish it.

Gee, I'm sorry I sold the house

even if I did get $400.

- Why sorry?

- Well, if Parris comes home this summer

he could've stayed with me.

Still living on the other side

of the railroad tracks, aren't you?

Oh, Parris isn't that kind.

He's not Kings Row at all.

No, I didn't mean that.

What did you mean?

Just you, I guess.

I've been kind of wondering...

Well, tonight's the Skeffington party

and I know you were invited.

- Are you sorry you're not there?

- Not by a long shot.

Most of Kings Row has forgotten me

and I can forget them.

You know, it's funny

how things have changed with us.

We used to be so...

Well, so excited all the time.

All breathlessness

and one joke on top of another.

Now, we gotten used to each other,

I guess.

Sometimes when we're together

and you're in a mood,

you don't talk for hours at a time,

I wonder if you even know I'm with you.

I don't want it to be that way.

You're all there is.

Even when I'm not with you for a minute

I get all jumpy and lost.

I know, darling.

I'm happier than anyone has a right to be.

I hope you get to be, too.

- Like some more coffee?

- No, thanks.

Well, maybe you'll want some later.

Be sure and bring the kettle home,

will you?

- Yeah.

- I'll wait up to say goodnight.

- Bye.

- Bye, honey.

So long, fellas!

Look out!

Quick, Dutch, there's been an accident.

Get Doc Gordon as quick as you can.

Quick, Drake McHugh has been run over.

- Run over? Drake?

- Don't stand there, get the doctor.

Oh, Henry, do you have to leave the party?

There's been an accident, Drake McHugh.

- Drake McHugh?

- Yes, crushed by a freight car.

- What's happened to Drake?

- Nothing that concerns you, Louise.

Where is he? I'm going with you.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

You can't keep me away from him,

not anymore.

- Harriet.

- Now, Louise.

- Take your hands off me.

- Louise.

I'll go to him and I'll stay with him!

And nothing you could do or say

can stop me.

- Henry! Oh, I beg your pardon.

- It's all right, Colonel.

I've just heard about young McHugh.

- You want me to come with you?

- No, no, no, stay with your guests.

Keep her here.

- I'm going.

- Louise, Louise, people will hear.

Now, be quiet.

- I'll have to have some help.

- What you gonna do, Doc?

Someone, you, Davis, get me

some blankets and a half a dozen sheets,

anywhere here in the neighborhood,

and be quick.

Yes, sir.

Can you heat some water

on the stove, Dutch?

- Sure.

- I'll help, Doc, tell me what you want.

All right, Sam, I'll need somebody steady.

Now, everybody else get out.

- What do you want me to do first?

- Cut his clothes off.

Someone stand at that door

and keep everybody out.

I'll do that, sir, and I'll keep them out.

And when you're finished,

we can take him across to my house,

it's just a few steps.

- Good, pull those shades down.

- Yes, sir.

Now, Sam, let's see.

- What'll have to be done, Doc?

- Amputation.

- His leg? Which one?

- Both.

There's just a chance.

- Father.

- Party over?

- Where's your mother?

- I got out. I said I would.

I stood it as long as I could,

then I went down to the railroad.

- You had no business there.

- You had just left.

They'd carried Drake away somewhere.

A terrible old man

was cleaning up the depot where...

That will do.

It was most unbecoming of you

to go about parading your feelings,

whatever you think they are.

- Father.

- What do you want to say?

- You monster, you fiend!

- Louise!

I'll let the world know what you are,

if it's the only thing I ever do.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow, I'll tell everyone.

I know what you are.

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