Key Largo Page #2

After she bends the elbow a few times,

she sees things:

Rats, roaches, snakes,

bats, you know.

A sock in the kisser is the only

thing that'll bring her out of it.

Your room's ready, major.

How long have they been here?

That one, Curly, and the woman

showed up first.

Dad Temple told them

we were closed...

...but he offered to rent

the whole hotel for a week.

It was so much money,

Dad couldn't turn it down.

Mr. Brown and the others arrived

in that boat four days ago.

Which one is Brown?

He's in number 11.

Never comes out except at night.

What's he like?

He's a lady- killer,

or thinks so.

Rich, I guess. The others jump

when he lifts a finger.

Out of season in this heat.

Why would they decide

to sit down on Key Largo?

They'll be leaving here

tonight or tomorrow.

Major?

Were you with George when he died?

Was he in much pain?

He never knew what hit him.

I was afraid he might have suffered.

Come down to Dad's room

when you're ready.

Excuse me.

Staying the night, huh?

I'm Curly Hoff.

I heard how you were with

old man Temple's son in Italy.

The kid got it?

Too bad.

I hope you didn't take offense

how we handled you.

You caught Toots and me

at a bad time.

We were ready to bite

anybody's head off.

Especially a certain blond's.

Five of us come down here

for the deep- sea fishing.

All the way from Milwaukee.

More than a year, we'd been planning

to come here and fish our brains out.

So what happens?

One guy brings a blond.

And after we all swore

up and down, no dames!

But he's gotta bring her, this guy.

If she isn't drunk and crying,

she's got a hangover and arguing.

One minute she gets sore at you

and won't talk.

Next she's making a play for you

right in front of the guy!

And he gets sore at us,

mind you, not her.

Everything's spoiled,

including our dispositions.

It's cost us all this dough,

and for what?

The world's worst time.

I ask you, can you blame us

for getting rude?

- I don't blame you.

- How about a drink?

Not now, thanks.

Hotel Largo.

Just to show there's

no hard feelings.

No, thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Storm signals are up.

- What's that mean?

Hurricane's on its way.

See what I mean?

Hurricanes yet!

Dad's in here, major.

Sit down, major.

The war's over, Mr. Temple.

I'm not a major anymore.

I know the men that went don't

like talking about the war...

...and I don't like imposing on you.

But this letter here

from the War Department...

...is the only facts we have.

And it leaves us in the dark

about a few things.

I'll tell you everything I know.

Will you, Frank? Will you?

I'd be most grateful.

- Where shall I start?

- Anywhere.

He was a good soldier

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