The Fugitive Kind Page #7
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- 1960
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We burned him out.
Burned down his house and his orchard.
Not a single fire engine
moved out of the place that night.
Jabe, did you say "we"?
I got kind of a... Kind of a cramp.
I think you're getting yourself all excited,
Mr. Torrance?
I better take you back upstairs.
Yeah, let's go. Better go upstairs.
Jabe, did you say "we did it?"
- You heard me. I said "we"!
- No!
One step at a time, Mr. Torrance.
Careful now.
Papa.
One step at a time.
Papa.
My patient's hemorrhaging.
I shouldn't believe it.
He's bleeding. Call the doctor.
Call Dr. Buchanan.
My patient's hemorrhaging.
I'm gonna take him up.
Well, the hemorrhaging
seems to have stopped.
She still out?
Yeah, she is.
Been on a whole lot of cases in my life,
but I never seen a wife behave like this.
Somebody help me.
I can't see.
I had a vision.
- I knew a vision was coming.
- Let me help you, Mrs. Talbot.
Vee!
- Let go of her.
- No.
Don't move. I'm coming back.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- Just see that you don't.
Pee Wee, stay there with that boy.
Hey, Dog, what's going on?
Sheriff caught the store clerk
messing with his wife.
Stand back under that light.
I wanna look at you while I run through
some photos of men wanted.
I'm not wanted.
A good-looking boy like you
is always wanted.
How tall are you, boy?
I never measured.
- How much you weigh?
- I never weighed.
identification on your face or body?
No.
Open your shirt.
- What for?
- Open his shirt for him, Pee Wee.
All right, boy. Come on.
- What did you do before?
- Before what?
Before you come here?
- I traveled and played.
- Played?
- Played what?
- With women?
- Where is that guitar?
- In the store.
You want me to get it for you, Jordan?
Don't you ever touch that.
That's all right, Pee Wee.
Why don't you and Dog go over there
and leave me straighten this boy out?
Go on.
All right, boy,
I ain't gonna touch your guitar.
I'm gonna tell you something.
There's a certain county I know of
that's got a big sign that says:
"N*gger, don't let the sun go down on you
in this county. "
And that's all it says.
It don't threaten nothing.
It just says, "N*gger, don't let the
sun go down on you in this county. "
Well, son.
You ain't that n*gger. This ain't that county.
But I want you to just imagine that
you seen a big sign that said to you:
Boy, don't let the sun rise on you
in this county.
I said rise, not go down.
Because it's too close to sunset for you
to get packed and move on before that.
And I think if you value your safety here...
you'll simplify my job
by not allowing the sun tomorrow...
to rise on you in this county.
Now, you understand, don't you, boy?
I hope so.
'Cause I don't like violence.
Hey, be careful with that stuff. You hear me.
I said be careful.
What's the matter with you today?
- Lady, they're calling for you again.
- Now!
That's better.
Jabe's a very sick man, Lady.
- Ain't you got no concern?
- Okay.
That's okay. No, no more. I have no concern.
Come on, boy! Hurry up!
Put everything back there.
- Carol, this place ain't open.
- I have to stay here for a while.
I don't have a license, you see.
My license has been revoked
and I have to get somebody...
Call a taxi.
I hear that boy who works for you
is leaving tonight.
- Who said he's leaving?
- Sheriff Talbot.
He suggested I get him to drive me
over the river, since he'd be crossing it, too.
You got so much wrong information,
darling.
Mighty wrong.
Why do you keep coming back here
bothering that boy?
He doesn't care about you.
My brother and sister-in-law
have made a marvelous offer this time.
That's fine.
Almost limitless funds,
unceasing horn of plenty.
Providing I go and stay gone,
across at least one ocean...
and not just one river. Can you hear me?
- Who are you talking to?
- The offer's very explicit.
It includes such items
as a Mediterranean villa...
perched like the nest of a sea bird
over that coast...
they call the Divina Costiera,
where it's springtime always.
Are you listening to me?
Of course I'm listening to you.
- Did you think I was talking to you?
- No.
You are my sister.
You found out what I know.
That there is nothing on this earth,
you can do on this earth...
but catch at whatever comes near you
with both your hands...
till your fingers are broken.
There's something still wild in the country,
something free.
I'll be waiting outside in my car.
The fastest thing on wheels
in Two River County.
Ain't you going with her?
- I'm not going with her.
- Okay.
Now, get in your white jacket.
- I need you tonight in the confectionary.
- I want to talk to you.
- No, I have no time. Please!
- Yes, you take time, Lady.
You can't open a night place here this night.
You bet your sweet life I'm going to.
No, you're betting my sweet life.
Okay, I'll bet my life on it.
Sweet or not, I'm going. Let me go.
- No.
- You don't get the point.
There's a man up there...
that set fire to my father's wine garden.
I want that man to see the wine garden
come open again...
while he's dying.
Tonight, nothing can stop it.
It's just something got to be done
to square things away.
To be not defeated.
I won't be defeated, not again, in my life.
You get me!
Not again!
Val, that's not your white jacket.
No, it's not, Lady.
I have to go now.
- "Go," did you say?
- Yeah.
I got to take the 9:15 Southline bus
out of here.
At least as far as the county line.
Yeah.
I got myself into a situation here, Lady.
No, you're not fooling me, mister.
- She's waiting for you outside.
- No.
- In her car, yes.
- No.
- I want you to understand.
- What?
I got myself into a situation here
that I can't get out of.
Not in a town like this.
I've been threatened with violence
if I stay here through the night.
How about me?
- Let me go!
- Lady.
Listen. I could have cut out of here before...
but I wanted to tell you something
that I never told anybody.
Never. I feel true love for you, Lady.
No. Don't talk about love. Not to me, please.
It's easy to say "love... "
with fast and free transportation
waiting for you.
- Let me go, Val!
- Hey, you open?
No, not now! Later!
Val, come on.
Listen. I want you to listen to me.
You haven't understood one thing
that I've told you.
No. I don't care.
- You will care.
- No.
My life has been threatened here.
- You know what that means?
- My life, too.
I will wait for you. I will meet you...
- as soon as I cross the state...
- I don't believe you. You're lying!
Don't you tell me I'm lying!
You listen to me, now.
You've been acting crazy
since this morning.
Longer than morning.
What was I going to do, in your opinion?
Stay on here while you go without me?
You hear him? Death's knocking for me.
Ask me how it feels to be coupled
and I can tell you, but I stood it.
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