O Brother, Where Art Thou? Page #6
DELMAR:
Well now, that's where we cain't
help ya. I don't believe it's in
Mississippi.
The man stops withdrawing the gun and appraises his
passengers. Delmar reacts to the paper currency fluttering
inside the car:
DELMAR:
Friend, some of your folding money
has come unstowed.
DRIVER:
Just stuff it down that sack there.
You boys aren't badmen, I take it?
DELMAR:
Well, funny you should ask-I was
bad, till yesterday, but me'n Pete
here been saved. My name's Delmar,
and that there's Everett.
DRIVER:
George Nelson. It's a pleasure.
He opens his door and steps onto the running board, giving
Everett a casual:
NELSON:
Grab the tiller, will ya buddy?
Everett slides over, startled. George Nelson, now fully
outside and facing the pursuit vehicles, has one hand clamped
on the car roof and waves to Delmar with the other.
NELSON:
Hand up that Thompson, Jack.
Delmar gropes in the footwell.
DELMAR:
Say, what line of work are you in,
George?
EXT. CAR
Nelson sends a spray of bullets back at the pursuit car.
NELSON:
FLATFOOTED LAMEBRAINED SOFT-ASSED
SONOFABITCHES! NO ONE CAN CATCH ME!
I'M GEORGE NELSON! I'M BIGGER THAN
ANY JOHN LAW EVER LIVED! HA-HA-HA-HA-
HA! I'M TEN-AND-A-HALF FEET TALL AND
Nelson fires wildly as the pursuit cars gain on him, returning
fire. He suddenly notices a herd of cattle grazing at the
roadside and murmurs:
NELSON:
...cows...
He swings the tommy gun over with a whoop.
NELSON:
I hate cows worse than coppers!
He lets loose a spray. One of the cows drops and the rest
stampede toward the road.
DELMAR:
Aww, George, not the livestock.
Energized, Nelson resumes bellowing:
NELSON:
HA-HA! COME ON YOU MISERABLE SALARIED
SONSABITCHES! COME AND GET ME!
In bovine ignorance of the conventions of high-speed police
pursuit, some of the cows have wandered up onto the road.
The lead police car broadsides one. George Nelson, cackling
wildly, fires into the air as his car recedes.
SMALL TOWN:
The car is speeding into town, dodging and weaving through
light traffic as George fires into the air - perhaps a means
of clearing a path, perhaps an expression of high spirits.
The car screeches to a halt and George hops out, and the
three convicts emerge to follow him.
NELSON:
COME ON BOYS! WE'RE GOIN' FOR THE
RECORD-THREE BANKS IN TWO HOURS!
Jowls shaking in a full run, George Nelson bursts through
the door of the bank, followed by the three men.
He fires into the ceiling and leaps up onto a table.
NELSON:
OKAY FOLKS! HOLD THE APPLAUSE AND
DROP YER DRAWERS - I'M GEORGE NELSON
AND I'M HERE TO SACK THE CITY A ITTA
BENA!
He leaps down, fires into the air again, and sweeps a young
woman standing in line into a full V-J dip, kissing her on
the lips.
Delmar nudges Everett.
DELMAR:
He's a live wire though, ain't he?
NELSON:
Thanky dear! All the money in the
bag, and you can tell your grandkids
you were done by the best! I'M GEORGE
NELSON AND I'M FEELIN' TEN FEET TALL!
He winks at the three men who obediently wait.
NELSON:
It's a kick and a quarter, ain't it
boys?
Distant sirens again.
EVERETT:
Pardon me, George, but have you got
a plan for gettin' outa here?
NELSON:
Sure boys, here's m'plan!
He whips open his suitcoat to reveal a half-dozen sticks of
dynamite.
NELSON:
They ain't never seen ordnance like
this! WELL, THANK YOU, FOLKS, AND
REMEMBER:
JESUS SAVES, BUT GEORGENELSON WITHDRAWS! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-
HA! GO FETCH THE AUTO-VOITURE, PETE!
He sends a burst into the ceiling, and heads for the door as
customers murmur.
VOICE:
...it's Babyface Nelson...
George whirls.
NELSON:
WHO SAID THAT?!
The customers stare mutely back.
NELSON:
WHAT IGNORANT LOWDOWN SLANDERIZING
SONOFABITCH SAID THAT?! MY NAME IS
GEORGE NELSON, GET ME?!
The customers shuffle their feet and glance uncomfortably
about. Delmar lays a hand on George's shoulder and tries to
steer him toward the door.
DELMAR:
They didn't mean anything by it,
George.
NELSON:
GEORGE NELSON! NOT BABYFACE! YOU
REMEMBER AND YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
I'M GEORGE NELSON, BORN TO RAISE
HELL!
OUTSIDE THE BANK
The siren grows louder as the four men emerge.
EVERETT:
You gotta be a little tolerant,
George; all these poor folk know is
the legend. Hell, they can't be
expected to appreciate the complex
individual underneath-
NELSON:
Aww, I'm all right-
He shrugs off Everett's hand and lights the fuse on a stick
of dynamite.
NELSON:
This'll put me right back on top!
The car squeals up and, as sirens approach once again, the
three men pile in.
NELSON:
OR-VOIR, ITTA BENA! GEORGE NELSON
As the car peels out - KA-BOOM! - the dynamite blows a crater
in the street behind.
CAMPFIRE:
It is night.
George Nelson, now strangely quiet, holds a coffee cup and
stares gloomily into the fire.
After a long beat, Delmar, also staring into the fire, slaps
one knee and ejaculates:
DELMAR:
Damn but that was some fun though,
won it George?!
George responds, barely audible and without brightening:
GEORGE:
...yeah...
Everett and Pete exchange significant looks. Delmar, however,
is less sensitive to the Babyface's mood.
DELMAR:
Almost makes me wish I hadn't been
saved! Jackin' up banks - I can see
how a fella could derive a lot a
pleasure and satisfaction out of it!
GEORGE:
...it's okay...
DELMAR:
Whoa doggies!
At length George swishes the coffee around his cup, shrugs,
tosses the coffee and rises.
GEORGE:
...Well, I'm takin' off.
He digs into a pocket and tosses his car keys to a dumbfounded
Delmar.
GEORGE:
You boys can have the automobile.
Glassy-eyed, he continues to dig in his pockets and lets his
money fall to the ground.
GEORGE:
'N might as well take my share a the
riches.
DELMAR:
What the - where you goin', George?
George has turned woodenly and walks away, leaving the
campfire's flickering circle of light.
GEORGE:
...I dunno... who cares...
Delmar stares at Everett, who looks appraisingly at George's
retreating back. Pete scrambles to pick up the loose money.
DELMAR:
Now wuddya suppose is eatin' George?
EVERETT:
Well ya know, Delmar, they say that
with a thrill-seekin' personality,
what goes up must come down. Top of
the world one minute, haunted by
megrims the next. Yep, it's like our
friend George is a alley cat and his
own damn humors're swingin' him by
the tail. But don't worry, Delmar;
he'll be back on top again. I don't
think we've heard the last of George
Nelson.
Delmar, gazing out at the blackness that has closed over
George Nelson, hasn't really been listening. He turns sadly
back.
DELMAR:
Damn! I liked George.
A FIELD:
A ploughing farmer has paused to look for the source of
distant string-band music, growing closer. There is also an
approaching amplified voice:
VOICE:
Don't be saps for Pappy; vote for
Stokes and responsible gummint!
A stakebed truck approaches along the road bordering the
field. It is festooned with Stokes banners showing the
candidate holding high a broom. Pickers perform in the bed
of the truck, along with a dancer doing a two-step as he
pushes a broom. A midget in overalls waves his arms, as if
conducting the music.
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