The Fugitive Kind Page #6

Well, why don't you look at it,

see if it suits you or not?

All right.

Okay. I'll take a look at it.

Well, is it okay or what?

I like that picture in there.

That's a famous picture.

But I might have a little trouble sleeping

with that naked lady hanging over me.

You know, it might keep me awake nights.

You with your dog's temperature...

and your control of all your functions...

it would take more than a picture

to keep you awake.

Lady.

Why do you want me to stay here, Lady?

I told you why.

Why, 'cause you feel nervous

alone here at night?

Naturally, now.

Jabe sleeps with a pistol next to him.

But if somebody broke into the store,

he couldn't get up.

What do you feel?

- Your hand.

- That's right.

The size of my knuckles...

and the heat of my palm.

What are you demonstrating now?

That's how well we know each other.

All we know is just the skin surface

of each other.

Why do you say these things to me tonight?

Because nobody ever gets to know anybody.

We're, all of us,

sentenced to solitary confinement...

inside our own lonely skins

for as long as we live on this earth.

Not to me.

I'm not a big optimist...

but I can't agree with something so sad.

I'll go up and get some clean linen

to make up your bed.

- Here you are, honey.

- That's it.

Right there!

- Come on. That's it.

- How's it coming, Snakeskin?

- What are you going to shoot?

- Well, I'm swinging like a gate.

It's that jacket. You know, honey.

That snakeskin jacket, it's spooky, man.

- Okay, 50.

- Good.

Come on.

Who's going to shoot the moon?

How about you, big boy?

- I'll follow you.

- Get on with it, Snake.

- I'll take 20.

- That's a lot of loot.

- Give me 20.

- I got a few cents.

Baby needs carfare.

I'm cutting out tonight and wide.

You're going to lose, baby!

You're going to lose.

Last night

I crossed the river

with a heavy blanket roll

I took nobody with me

Not a soul

I took a few provisions

Some for hunger

Some for cold

But I took nobody with me

Not a soul

- Who's that?

- It's me.

You scared me.

- You didn't expect me, did you?

- No.

Take the light out of my face, please.

- You've been in a fight.

- Fight? No.

Your mouth looks bloody.

That ain't blood.

Lipstick.

Yeah. I guess so.

You even got some on your shirt.

- Did I?

- Yeah.

You had yourself a good time, huh?

Yes.

Why did you open the cash box?

I opened it twice tonight.

Once before I went out,

and again when I come back.

Why?

Because I wanna

cut out of this county clean.

I don't wanna go away with nothing

I didn't come here with.

And tomorrow...

you're going to get yourself

a brand new boy because I'm quitting.

I got what I should have expected.

You robbed me while I was upstairs

getting linen for your bed.

I guess I'm a fool to even feel disappointed.

You're disappointed in me?

I'm disappointed in you.

- Come here!

- Where?

Here!

See that?

There wasn't no bed in here

when I came to work here.

- It was there.

- No, there wasn't no bed.

There was no bed here

the day before yesterday. You put it there.

It was there, folded behind the mirror.

Folded behind the mirror? No.

- Yes.

- No, you're lying.

You're lying and I see through you, Lady.

I see through you.

- What do you see?

- You'd like me to tell you?

I'd love for you to.

I see a not so young,

not so satisfied woman...

who hires a guy in off the highway,

to do double duty...

without even giving him overtime for it.

Being a store clerk by day,

and by night, you know...

Whatever you wanna call it.

You cheap...

- Who do you think you thought was cheap?

- You cheap...

Who are you calling cheap?

Get out.

Why did you come back? Why?

To put back the money I took.

So you wouldn't remember me as...

not being honest or grateful.

Don't!

Don't go.

I need you to live.

To go on living.

Val.

These phony grapes got that bird fooled.

Listen, Lady. You know,

you didn't think about something.

One hard rain or windstorm

will wreck this place completely, out here.

I want to give you something.

What's that?

It's a Palm Sunday branch. It's blessed.

Mr. Xavier, did Mrs. Torrance get back yet?

- Not that I know of, ma'am.

- You're lying.

I heard her. She's down there.

He didn't hear me.

She heard me.

I got a spy in the house.

Well, maybe it'd be better...

Better for you, if I went away for a while.

Just for a while.

No, even a while would seem like forever.

But suppose I had to go?

Don't.

Hear y'all!

Lady's Confectionary is opening tonight.

Tonight's the gala opening

of Lady's Confectionary.

Lady's Confectionary on Main Street.

My wife...

My wife sounds happy these mornings.

Shall I tell her you're coming downstairs?

No, sir. I want to surprise Lady.

Come in, Mrs. Torrance.

He wanted to surprise you.

I told him I thought I ought to tell you

what was going on, but he wouldn't let me.

Dressed?

He put on his Sunday suit

and now he's bound and determined.

He's going downstairs

and open up the store himself.

You never expected me

to come back down those stairs.

- I'm going downstairs and take inventory.

- You can't do that.

I know what I can do. I'm gonna do it.

Come on, Miss Porter.

I'm right behind you, Mr. Torrance.

Take it easy. Take it easy now.

Easy now, Mr. Torrance.

- Val. A chair.

- I'm all right. Let me go.

I don't want a chair.

I wanna take a close look

at this confectionary.

Yeah, take a look at it, Jabe. I'm real proud.

Well, isn't this artistic.

- Artistic as hell.

- I never seen anything like it before.

Nobody else did, either.

Who done these decorations?

I did it, all by myself.

I'm real proud.

What do you know?

It sure is something artistic.

Is there a carnival or a circus in the county?

You mean that calliope?

No. That's no circus calliope.

That's announcing the gala opening

of the confectionary.

What did you say?

It's announcing the opening

of the confectionary.

Make straight for the gala opening

of Lady's Confectionary.

Opening tonight.

The grand opening tonight

of Lady's Confectionary.

Come one, come all!

Grand opening of Lady's Confectionary

on Main Street.

Back of the Torrance Mercantile Store.

Main Street, the gala opening...

The air's a little too cold for you,

Mr. Torrance.

Lady.

Shut the door!

Boy, I married a live one.

How much did that cost me?

- It don't cost much.

- She got it for a song.

You sung for it, did you?

What dago song did you sing?

- Miss Porter, it's better you take him back.

- O Sole Mio! Is that what you sung for it?

Boy, I sure married a live one, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Sure did marry me a live one.

Her daddy, the wop, was just as much

of a live one before he burned up.

Yeah, he burned up.

'Cause he made a mistake

selling liquor to n*ggers.

Will you stop it? Will you stop it, please?

So we had to take action.

We took action. Orders were given.

We rode out there in 16 automobiles

loaded with coal oil.

We set the whole place afire.

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