Road House Page #3

Synopsis: Jefty, owner of a roadhouse in a backwoods town, hires sultry, tough-talking torch singer Lily Stevens against the advice of his manager Pete Morgan. Jefty is smitten with Lily, who in turn exerts her charms on the more resistant Pete. When Pete finally falls for her and she turns down Jefty's marriage proposal, they must face Jefty's murderous jealousy and his twisted plots to "punish" the two.
Director(s): Jean Negulesco
Production: 20th Century Fox Film Corporation
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
7.3
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
PASSED
Year:
1948
95 min
342 Views


Breakfast in bed.

Listen, Jefty, you better read

our contract again.

There's nothing about

breakfast in Lily's room.

- You know, you smoke too much.

- I know. So what?

Nothing.

This is the first time

I ever did this for a girl.

Thought you might like it.

What you all dressed up for?

- I'm going hunting.

- Oh.

That's, uh-That's what I came

to tell you, Lily.

I'll be gone most of the week.

Come on. How about eating something?

- It's good for you.

- Yeah.

I'm still asleep.

What time is it?

- 7:
00.

- 7:
00?

I think you got

a screw loose somewhere.

7:
00, and I didn't sleep well.

Oh, that feels good.

Lily, we'll have a real

party when I get back.

I don't like parties.

I, uh- I wanted to tell you something

before I went away, but-

Now I don't know how.

It's just that-

Well, you're not like any girl

I've ever met before.

I don't know how to handle it.

I don't know how to say it either.

It's just that-

Well, you're different, that's all.

Uh-huh. How different?

Maybe I can prove it to you someday.

- Prove what?

- The difference.

Why didn't you tell me bowling

could make you this sore, huh?

Don't you like bowling either?

No. Not yet, anyway.

- Maybe you'll learn.

- Uh-uh.

Well, so long.

Sorry I busted in on you.

Aw, that's all right.

Thanks for the breakfast.

Hey.

And the flowers.

I could have said something

about the flowers, couldn't I?

Forget it. Bye.

Hi.

I've just been spoiling

all your alleys for you.

How'd you get in?

Simple. I used to pick locks

when I was a kid.

- Did I wake you up?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry. Go on back to bed.

Thanks.

Come in.

Are you decent?

Uh-uh. Nobody's ever

accused me of it.

I thought I'd dig us up

some breakfast.

Hey, that's a nice outfit.

- But you'd better add to it

before you go to church.

- What have I done to deserve all this?

- Nothing.

Just goes to prove

what a nice kid I am.

Yeah, it smells good.

Mmm. Tastes good.

Tell me, uh, what do you do

around here on a Sunday?

Go for boat rides. Swimming.

- Oh, you got a boat?

- Jefty's.

Fine. That solves all our problems.

- No, it doesn't.

- Why not?

- Look, do we have to spoil this nice breakfast?

- What do you mean?

You ever lived in a small town before?

What's that got to do with it? What's wrong

with going out on the lake in broad daylight?

Nothing. It's wonderful, and I'm going.

But you're Jefty's girl,

so you're not going.

Oh. What did the two of you do,

flip a coin and decide that?

He set you up at the

Antlers. He's paying for it.

Got it all figured out, haven't you?

You know something? You're stupid.

Now, look.

Doesn't it ever enter a man's head

that a woman can do without him?

Listen, all I wanted to do was just hang

around with somebody on a dull Sunday.

I get that low sometimes.

So you just skip it.

Hop in your little boat. Paddle off.

Me- I'll go back to the alley.

Hey, legs.

I'll pick you up about 11:00, okay?

Okay. I'll make some sandwiches.

I'm good at that too.

- Surprised?

- I'm surprised at nothing.

- Better make plenty. I get awfully hungry.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm. Ready?

- Sure.

- There's a basket.

- Let's go.

What'd you say?

Uh-oh.

That's why I said to make plenty.

Susie's always hungry.

Yeah. You could figure her

for a big appetite.

- Well, hello. This is a surprise.

- Hello yourself.

Hey, that's a nice outfit.

Going somewhere?

Sharp, isn't she?

- Come on. It's all yours.

- Oh, thanks.

- Got your suit?

- What kind of suit?

Swimming. You know, splash, splash.

- We got ours under the rags.

- Oh. We going swimming? I thought you said the boat.

- Want me to run upstairs and get yours?

- No. Haven't got one.

Would you care to borrow one of mine?

No thanks. Don't think it would fit.

Anyway, I don't like swimming.

Come on, girls.

Too nice a day to argue.

Hey, Pete, I'll race you.

I did it!

Hey, Lily. Build us a castle in the sand.

You go build your own castle, kid.

Hey! Hey!

How is it down there, eh?

Two can play at that game.

Oh, no, you don't.

- Fresh!

- Here. I'll get you for that.

Here you go then- No, sir.

Oh, Pete!

Not again. Oh, Pete.

You're much stronger than I am.

It's not fair.

Oh, Pete.

- Don't take it out on me.

- Will you behave yourself? Will you be good?

No.

- Hey, Pete.

- Huh?

The girlfriend's gone.

Hey, look what she did

with a couple of half hitches.

Can I have some fun too?

I thought you said

you couldn't swim.

Oh, I didn't say that. Did I, Pete?

Just said I didn't

like swimming, that's all.

Why don't I drown myself,

now that the water's handy?

Huh?

Don't trouble to get out.

I don't know when I've had more fun.

We must do it again soon.

- Next time, don't bother to dress. Just come as you are.

- Aw.

- You know something, Pete?

- What?

Lmagine bringing a girl all the way

from Chicago to wear me out.

#There's only one kind of lovin' #

# One kind of kissin' #

#The right kind

Oh, the right kind #

#There's only one kind of lovin' #

#That I've been missin' #

#The right kind #

# I'm tired of too many guys #

#With casual eyes #

# I know their line

from "A" to "Z" #

# Oh, I want a man

who is my kind of man #

# Daddy-o, where can you be #

#There's only one kind of heaven #

# Breakfast at 7:00 #

#The right kind

Oh, the right kind #

#There's only one kind of livin' #

#Worth all the givin' #

#The right kind #

# I got the word from my heart #

# I heard from my heart #

#And I find that we agree #

#There's only one kind of lovin' #

#The right kind of lovin' #

#Your kind #

# My kind #

#That's the kind of lovin' for me ##

Aw, get out of here.

- Hi, baby.

- Hi. Hi.

- You ain't goin' anywhere.

- Don't you think we're being just a little intimate?

- Hey, what's the idea? Take it easy.

- Sam!

- Aw, let her alone.

- Listen, we hardly know each other.

Give me the police.

- Get out of here!

- Do something.

Get out! Get out of here.

Get over there!

Go on! Get out.

Get out!

Pete. Pete!

Trouble in the bar. Quick!

Everybody out! Get out.

Pal, you need a drink.

Look out, Pete.

Pete! Look out, Pete.

Dutch- Playin' bad boy again, huh?

- He's just a little plastered.

- Who'd he murder?

- Nobody. Wasn't because he didn't try.

- You're lucky.

Come on, get out.

Don't forget I got a big blackjack here...

- that just loves that thick skull of yours.

- Thanks for coming.

- Hereafter, whenever he shows up, call first. Don't wait.

- Okay.

- Pete, you all right?

- Yeah.

- Here. Let me take care of you.

- No, that's okay.

- You're okay, Pete.

- Nice work, bud.

Goodjob, Pete.

Pete?

- Thanks.

- How do you feel?

- Oh, like I got a seagull

with a broken wing in my head.

- Mind if I go up and rest?

- No, go ahead. It's open.

Okay.

Hey. You know, you were terrific.

Gee, Pete, you almost

took that bottle neat.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Stay on the wagon.

- Oh, boy. You better get that fixed.

- Yeah.

Come in.

- Oh, hi.

- How's everything?

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Edward Chodorov

Edward Chodorov (April 17, 1904 – October 9, 1988), was a Broadway playwright, and the writer or producer of over 50 motion pictures. more…

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