Summer and Smoke Page #5

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More than any other

woman I've ever met,

So much that you have to carry.

Those sleeping tablets with you.

The question is why?

Miss Alma...

Miss Alma.

Miss Alma.

Not "Miss" anymore.

Just Alma.

"Miss" suits you

better, Miss Alma.

I really shouldn't be here.

Is it so difficult

to forget that...

You're a preacher's daughter?

A minister's daughter.

Is no different from

any other young lady.

Who wishes to remember

that she is a lady.

There are other things.

Between a man and a woman

besides respect.

Did you know that, Miss Alma?

Yes.

There's such a thing

as conjugal relations.

Thank you for telling

me that so frankly.

Some women surrender to the

desires of their husbands.

Out of a sense of duty,

Sheer duty.

Go through life

never knowing what a...

What a beautiful, wonderful,

Exciting thing it can be.

But love is what

you bring to it.

There are some people.

Who just bring their bodies,

But there are some people...

There are some women, John,

Who can bring their

hearts to it, also,

Who can bring their souls to it.

Souls again?

Your name is Alma.

Alma is Spanish for soul.

Sometime, I'd like to show you.

A chart of the human anatomy...

And maybe you can show me.

Where that beautiful

soul is located.

You're trembling.

I can't help it.

Oh, no.

No.

Oh, no!

Miss Alma, please.

Miss Alma.

Miss Alma!

Miss Alma!

Is that what you

brought me here for?

Is it?

Did you in your

wildest imagination.

Think that...

Think that I would...

Let me go...

You... you animal!

Why are you so afraid

of your own emotions?

I want to go home.

I want to go home.

All right, go!

[Applause]

Charming, Miss Winemiller.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I must say they

did enjoy your song.

Oh, they just tolerated it,

But they did enjoy your

family slides of the Orient.

I enjoyed seeing

them again myself.

Your mother

looked different then.

It seemed strange seeing her

in her hunting costume.

What was she hunting?

Heaven knows, but

she found Father.

She met your father

on an Oriental tour?

On the boat coming

back from India.

He had dysentery,

and she had the mumps.

They were introduced

in the infirmary.

Oh. Oh, how wildly romantic.

[Flamenco music playing]

Hey, for me, huh?

No. For Johnny.

Nothing too good

for Johnny, huh?

Yeah!

No creas nada!

Baila!

Ole!

Vida!

Vida!

Vida!

Baila!

Vida!

Miss Alma,

Mr. Hutcheson tells me

I'm highly thought of

at the Delta Planters Bank.

And that I am

in line for promotion.

You're the sort of young man.

Who should do splendidly.

In the banking profession.

We're not getting any younger.

Do we have to be

left high and dry?

Do we?

Miss Alma, do you know

what I'm trying to say?

Oh, I think so, Roger,

But if you don't mind,

I'm terribly tired.

Might we continue our

conversation another day?

Of course. Of course.

Good night, Roger.

Good night.

Uh... how long

is that to continue?

I'm sure it's no affair of mine.

Dr. Buchanan would never

permit such goings-on.

Good night, Roger.

Good night.

Golly Moses!

I hope you're not

waiting up on my account.

Who could sleep with that

Roman orgy next door?

Let me give you some

news to take to bed.

He had the nerve to ask me

to perform the ceremony.

Ceremony?

Young Buchanan.

John?

Came in here drunk, waving

a marriage license.

"Very valuable," he says.

"In payment of 3,000

lost at poker.

"How about it,

Preacher?" he says.

"Got a job for you

in the morning."

He's going to marry

the Zacharias girl.

"You'll vacate

these premises," I said.

"I'd sooner drink brimstone

than sanctify such a union."

He laughed and said.

Any justice of the peace

could do as good a job.

And that he'd come to me

out of sentiment!

Sentiment!

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Hello.

I would like to speak

to Dr. John Buchanan.

At the fever clinic in Lyon.

Hmm.

[Tap]

Hello.

Hello.

Yes.

Has anyone ever slipped downhill.

As fast as I have this summer?

Like a greased pig.

Yet every evening...

I put on a clean white suit.

I have a dozen...

Six in the closet

and six in the wash.

And when I shave in the morning,

There isn't a sign of depravity

in my face.

Yet all summer

I've sat around here like this,

Remembering the last night,

Anticipating the next one.

Why does your father.

Want me for a son-in-law?

I want you. I.

I want you!

Why do you?

Because I was born

in the palmetto country.

And grew up in a one-room

house with a dirt floor.

We all slept in that room...

Five of us and three geese.

Sometimes in the night

I would hear sounds.

That passed for love.

I would think how dirty

it was, those sounds,

And having to sleep

on a dirt floor.

And smelling bad because

there wasn't any bathtub.

What has that got to do...

With me wanting you?

You're tall...

but you smell good.

You're quiet... so quiet...

But when you

hold me in your arms.

And make love to me...

Love?

Ah, y que.

Something might

go wrong tonight,

And I'll wind up.

With some dark little

friend of Papa's.

Nothing's going to happen.

I'm on that greased slide,

and you're part of it,

Part of the whole plan,

don't you see?

Rosa, Rosa! Donde esta?

Si. Que quieres, papa?

Ah, here they are!

Here they are.

I throw a fiesta for my baby,

She disappear, huh?

Ven, ven.

Juanito, tu, tambien, eh?

Here they are!

I find them! I find them!

The little lovebirds!

Hey, hey, hey!

You're a lucky man, Johnny!

You see? Sky the limit!

Here is for my little baby girl.

Here, take it! Come on, take it!

Anything papa got, she can have.

She want a husband... Marido.

All right,

papa get her that, too!

Hey, hey, hey! Shh.

You see these gold bead?

When my Rosa was little girl,

She see these

in the store window.

She want them.

Well, I got no money.

I feel bad.

The next morning,

I go to the store,

And I say, "Please, mister",

I want gold beads

for my little girl."

He look at me. He say,

"You want gold bead?

Show me your money."

"All right.

"My money? Here is my money.

"Here is my money.

Now give me the gold beads!"

[Bang]

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

I learned my lesson!

Now I have money,

But I still have my gun.

Anything Johnny wants

or Rosita wants or I want,

I'm going to get

with this or with this.

Vamos a tomar un trago.

Come on, we drink, huh?

John?

Johnny?

Oh.

Uh, I... I thought

it was Johnny.

You're Johnny's father, huh?

I'm Rosa Zacharias.

I know. What's going

on in my house?

Johnny's giving a party.

Because we're

both leaving today.

I hope you like the idea,

But if you don't,

it doesn't matter.

Because we like the idea.

Uh!

Sky's the limit!

Ay!

Get your swine out of my house.

Get...

Aah!

No, no, no!

Get your swine out of my house!

Aah!

[Gunshot]

Aah!

[Glass breaking]

"The wind bloweth

where it listeth,

"And thou hearest

the sound thereof.

"But canst not tell

whence it cometh.

"And whither it goeth.

"So is every one

that is born of the spirit.

"O God, to whom

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