A Face in the Crowd Page #2

But I ain't crying.

No, I ain't crying, because I'm

gonna be a free man in the morning.

You hear that, fellas?

A free man!

The sheriff's gonna open up

his cage...

and I'm gonna be as free

as a bird in the morning.

Hey, maybe I can try putting

a couple of rhymes together...

SHERIFF:

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Sing something dependable

like "Home on the Range".

LONESOME:

I ain't gonna sing no

"Home on the Range".

No, sir, not if it means

I rot in here another month.

I'm gonna sing

what I'm gonna be...

a free man in the morning.

Oh, good night, moon.

Moon, you just fade,

fade, fade away.

Oh, good night, moon.

Moon, you just fade away.

And hurry on, Mr. Sun...

bring on the new day.

Oh, bring on the sheriff...

with his great big old key.

Yeah!

Bring on old Big Jeff,

the sheriff of Pickett, Arkansas...

with his big old fat key.

To open up this nasty,

filthy jailhouse...

and make a free man of me.

You got any objections to

being a free man in the morning?

PRISONER :

No, sir, I ain't.

LONESOME (sings):

Gonna be a free man

in the morning...

free man in the morning...

free man in the morning...

or know the reason...

All right, I'm ready.

MARCIA:

Thank you, Lonesome Rhodes,

that was just fine.

LONESOME:

You mean to tell me you

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had that going all the time?

MARCIA:

I'm a sneaky type.

LONESOME:

Well, lock me up...

(Cut to:
Radio Station, J.B.’s office, where Marcia, J.B., and a shoe

shine boy are listening to Marcia’s tape of Lonesome. They all laugh.)

J.B. (to shoe shine boy):

You like him?

Shoe shine boy:

Yes, sir.

J. B.:
(to Marcia)

By golly, I think you've got yourself

quite a fella there, quite a fella.

MARCIA :

I'd sure like to use him on

our Early Bird Show from 7 to 8.

Would you let me, Uncle J. B?

J. B.:
(into phone)

Hello? Get me the jail, Gladys.

GLADYS (on phone):

The jail?

J. B.:

That’s right, the sheriff.

(to Marcia) Or should I say, our future mayor?

That boy may be bashful, Marcia,

but he's pretty sweet on you.

MARCIA:

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The only thing I'm interested in...

is running the best radio program

in North East Arkansas.

J. B.:

Hello, Big Jeff?

SHERIIFF:

Rhodes?

J.B.:

Yes.

SHERIFF:

That’s the thing, J. B...

I was only holding him

on a drunk and disorderly.

J. B.:

You've no idea which way

he was headed?

SHERIFF:

There's only two ways out of town,

and I can hardly see him going west,

because he come from jail in West Pickett.

He'll be on the east road.

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