The Majestic Page #4

-Thank you.

I had me a nice watch once.

The pocket watch kind, with a chain.

Kept good time until it broke.

Never had the money to get it fixed.

By then, the theater closed down,

I didnt think I needed it.

I put it away somewhere

for safekeeping.

But that was years ago...

...and I cant remember where.

Lost me a medal for bravery once too,

back during the Great War.

Lost it in the hospital, I think.

I forget things sometimes...

...since the war.

Yeah...

...me too.

Trash. Vile, despicable trash.

Its about the West Virginia

coal miners strike of 1920.

The plight of the downtrodden worker

and all that.

-Communist propaganda, start to end.

-That bad?

Theres a dog in it I like,

but aside from that....

-Tell me about Appleton.

-His agent reported him missing.

Hes been gone four or five days.

Four or five days? Gentlemen, we may

be onto something here.

What kind of man hides

after being implicated?

Not an innocent one. What if Appleton

is more than he seems?

Not just another schmuck, but an

important Communist operative.

One with lots of secrets to spill.

The Reds would do anything

to keep him out of our hands.

We have one of two scenarios here.

Number one:
His Communist friends

killed him to shut him up.

Number two:
Theyre trying to get him

out of the country as we speak.

I dont intend

to open a copy of Pravda...

...and see him get a heros welcome

in Red Square.

-What shall we tell Mr. Hoover?

-Tell him this has top priority.

You find him. Living or dead.

Whatever it takes.

His trail will lead us

to a nest of Communists...

...that will make the Rosenbergs look

like Ma and Pa Kettle.

Adele!

Got it!

Hi.

-Do I have a stain? What?

-Nothing.

Seeing you there gave me

a weird feeling.

-You wore that when we last went out.

-I could go change it.

-Dont be silly. It still fits.

-You kids ready?

Shall we?

-Good evening.

-How are you?

-Hi.

-Good evening.

Smells good. I caught it from here.

Lukes here!

Here he comes! Here he comes!

Ill be right back.

Hey, buddy. Well take it from here.

Ill get you for that.

I think Luke and Adele should lead

the first dance, dont you?

Care to dance?

I think wed better.

Youre pretty good.

Thanks.

You too.

When did you learn to dance?

That was nerve-racking.

Id kill that Spencer kid,

except hes really good.

-Looks like your investment paid off.

-Investment?

In high school,

you saved up for a clarinet.

You wanted to be Benny Goodman

in the worst way.

-And?

-You were Benny Goodman...

...in the worst way.

You gave the clarinet to Spencer.

He used to drive you crazy, following

you around like a lost puppy.

I gave him the clarinet. He started

practicing and left me alone.

-Did you remember that, or...?

-Just filling in the blanks.

Arent they a sight?

So they are, Harry.

Something wrong?

Something is troubling me.

What could trouble you

on a night like this?

Just look. Your daughter,

dancing with my son.

Everything the way it should be.

Gods in his heaven, Ben.

Still, I cant help wondering,

where has Luke been all this time?

-I mean, 9 1/2 years!

-Whats it matter? Hes home now.

He went missing during the war, right?

So he must have been injured overseas,

lost his memory then.

So, what happened when he came back,

not knowing who he was?

Did he start a new life for himself?

Career?

What if Luke spent the last decade

actually thinking hes somebody else?

I dont care.

I care about his life here.

But dont you see?

He might have people looking for him.

People who care about him.

Maybe even a wife and family.

You could be a grandfather

and not even know it.

Im not trying to step on your joy.

My joy too.

But what happens

if his memory does come back?

Which life will he remember?

Which would he choose?

-So are you proud of your boy, Avery?

-What?

Oh, yeah!

I couldnt be any more proud, Ernie.

I think Spencers got a big future

ahead of him. What do you say?

You know, folks, here in Lawson...

...we gave a lot to our country.

A lot.

And we never complained.

And we never faltered.

And we never forgot.

We never forgot.

And so, when one of our own...

...came back to us,

it was like a miracle.

Luke...

...seeing you walk down the street,

it was....

It was kind of like seeing one

of my own boys alive again.

I think I speak for all of us here

when I say...

...that not a day goes by...

...that we dont keep

our boys memories alive.

But, Luke, having you back among us...

...that helps us keep

their spirits alive too.

God bless you, son. God bless you.

Now, on a lighter note...

...weve had a special request

from one of Lawsons luminaries...

...Irene Terwilliger.

Irene, come up here.

There you are.

Ive tutored music in this town...

...for more years than I care to say.

In fact, many of you here tonight have

been my students through the years.

And as talented as you all were...

...the most talented pupil

I ever taught...

...was Luke Trimble.

Luke, you played the piano

like an angel.

It would do my heart a world of good

to hear you play again.

Wont you come up?

-Yes, come up!

-Come on!

Come.

-You never told me about the piano.

-Go. Anything could jog your memory.

Thats right.

Im not sure I remember ever playing.

Music is in the soul, Luke.

Just put your fingers on the keys...

...and let it all come back to you.

Franz Liszt. Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2.

Like this. Follow me.

Now you.

Really, Luke! Thats no way

to treat Mr. Liszt. Stop that!

Stop it, I say!

Who taught you to play like that?

I demand to know!

Where did you learn

to play such a thing?

I taught him that!

When you werent looking.

-I think Spencer was loopy.

-No.

He was blowing some bad notes

there at the end.

Good night.

Good night.

Bob?

Bob Leffert.

You work for Mabel at the diner.

Thats who I am.

Question is, who are you?

-Im not sure what you mean.

-I knew Luke Trimble.

I didnt like him much.

Not saying hes bad,

just rubbed me the wrong way.

You know the feeling? Someone rubs you

the wrong way, you cant explain why?

You kind of rub me that way.

Not that that makes you Luke.

What I want to know is, what game

are you running? Who are you?

Just a guy

trying to figure things out.

This towns had enough heartbreak.

Too much.

Me, I think youre setting

everybody up for more.

I hope Im wrong.

I havent had to kill anybody

since the war.

Why didnt you dance with her?

Excuse me?

Mabel. Why didnt you dance with her?

Seems to me, a pretty girl asks you

to dance and you say no...

...you came home more crippled

than you thought.

Hero.

Welcome home, Luke.

This was the first movie

we ever showed here.

Your mother loved it.

I bought the print.

Cost us our first months profits.

That was back in 1925.

Before sound.

You were just a little kid then.

Dad, I...

What?

Thats the first time youve called me

Dad since youve been back.

You know--

Harry.

Dad.

Wake up.

-What time is it?

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