Flamingo Road

Yes, sir.

- Boatright?

- Yes, sir?

Whatever happened to that other boy?

I don't know.

I guess maybe he's still in jail.

Here we are, Sheriff.

Yes, everything's gonna be all right now.

Yes, sir.

Everything's gonna be all right now.

- You want to see me, Sheriff?

- What have you been doing, bub?

Fishing.

I didn't figure you'd be fool enough

to do any work on the county time.

Well, if I felt like I was getting

someplace I wouldn't mind doing a day's work.

The county pays me little enough,

but I don't even earn that.

There are plenty of folks in this county

who would do less for a lot more.

When I gave you this job,

I told you to let me do the worrying.

Well, it's kind of hard

not to do your own worrying.

I got plans for you, bub.

Long-range plans.

Deputy sheriff is just a good starter.

A man can make a heap of friends

being deputy sheriff.

Of course, he can make enemies, too,

but that's politics.

You just got to be sure that you make

more friends than you do enemies.

I want you to run out to that carnival

show that's playing across the tracks.

Mark Lanright has got

an attachment against them.

- Field!

- Hi!

I've been chasing you

for the past 10 miles.

Hello, Sheriff.

- You're gonna have to get a faster car.

- Evening, Miss Annabelle.

Don't keep the lady waiting, bub.

And don't forget to serve these papers.

Hi, Annabelle.

Field Carlisle,

I shouldn't even speak to you.

You promised to play tennis with me

yesterday afternoon.

Well, I'm a busy man.

The duties of a deputy sheriff

don't allow much time for tennis.

Papa says that deputy sheriff job

is just ridiculous,

that you should have finished law school

and then you'd be...

- Respectable.

- Well, that's what Papa says.

You know, your papa can say

almost anything he wants to

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