Lonely Are the Brave Page #3

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Okay, the fight's over. Break it up.

Hey, I'm down here. Hurry up, will you?

JACK:
Geez! Come on.

All right, cowboy, let's go.

I thought you guys never would get here.

MAN 1:
Okay, cowboy.

MAN 2:
Come back again, amigo!

Okay, Joe, can him.

Cell blocks are full. Have

to throw him in the tank.

This way, Pop. Just

because I got no money,

that's a crime?

Called vagrancy.

All it does is fill your belly

and keep you off the streets

for a night or two. Yeah, yeah.

King of England don't

carry no money, either.

Would you arrest him if he showed

up in this stinking gut-trap

cesspool of a pest house

passing for a town, would you?

Can it talk?

I can talk all right.

Identification?

He hasn't got any.

Tobacco, matches, $6 in bills,

38 cents in change, pocket

knife, and a dried-up ear.

An ear?

Yeah, looks like a bull's ear.

You mean to say you got

no identification at all?

That's right.

No draft card, no social security?

No discharge, no insurance,

no driver's license?

No nothing?

No nothing.

Look, cowboy, you can't go

around without identification.

It's against the law. How are

people gonna know who you are?

I don't need a card to figure

out who I am. I already know.

Okay, who are you?

John W. Burns.

Jack for short.

You sure of that?

Sure enough to bet you

can't prove I'm anybody else.

Where do you live?

Anywhere I feel like.

Now, what the devil does that mean?

Well, it means I don't have any address.

You've got to. Where do your folks live?

Missouri.

Occupation?

Sure.

Well, what is it?

Cowhand.

You a veteran?

Wasn't everybody who could stand

up straight for five minutes

without falling over backwards?

Yeah, just about.

What's the charge? Drunk?

And disorderly.

Meira's Bar on North Highland Road.

Fight?

Him and Lopato. Good one.

That one-armed guy?

Cowboy here was using one arm, too.

You shouldn't have tangled

with that fella, cowboy.

He's mean. He could have stuck you.

That all you got against him?

That's it.

Look, we're loaded today.

Even the tanks are full.

This fellow's sobering up pretty quick.

What do you say we turn him loose?

Okay by me. Let him go, Phil.

PHlL:
Okay. DEPUTY: We

just answered a call.

You mean you're going to turn me loose?

When I'm in a condition like this?

That's right, cowboy.

Look, you just go wherever

you're staying and sleep it off.

Okay, but first I'm going back there

and I'm gonna kill that one-armed

leftover from a pig litter!

Get your arms off me, flat foot!

MAN:
What's he doing?

Hey!

Tobacco,

$6.38,

one pocketknife,

one dry ear.

MAN 1 :
Oh, you son of a gun...

MAN 2:
Get your foot out of my...

JACK:
You guys are supposed to be...

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