Nothing But a Man Page #2

FRANKIE:

Yeah, I quit.

He gets up. At loose ends, he picks up an old Flit-gun and squirts it at

Duff, who is polishing his shoes.

DUFF:

You got nothin' on your mind but your hair,

Frankie. How 'bout your car, Riddick?

RIDDICK:

Yeah, you can have it.

JOCKO:

Man, you won't like that back seat.

FRANKIE:

Man, why 'you messin' around with a gal like

that? You won't get no place.

JOCKO:

Hell, they're all after the same thing.

POP:

Yeah. All a colored woman wants is your money.

JOCKO:

What d'you know about women, Pop?

POP:

Well, I got married to one of them.

JOCKO:

Hell, I didn't know you was married.

POP:

Sure. Got a sixteen-year-old girl.

JOCKO:

Is that right?

(to Duff)

Think you're gonna make it with her?

FRANKIE:

Just get her drunk.

DUFF:

(to Riddick)

How 'bout the key?

FRANKIE:

I bet she's easy jam.

DAWSON DINING ROOM (Night)

A middle-class tableau. Dinner is over. Reverend Dawson is reading the paper.

Josie, dressed for an evening out, sits across from her step-mother, who is

looking at her with pursed lips.

MRS. DAWSON

I know you pay no mind to my feelings, but

d'you think it's right for you to go out with

him?

JOSIE:

I'm twenty-six years old, Susan.

MRS. DAWSON

Perhaps you ought to tell her, Frank.

Reverend Dawson has no stomach for confrontations, but turns to Josie

dutifully.

REVEREND DAWSON:

Well, we have a position in town, Josie. You

have to remember that. There're lots of other

young men.

MRS. DAWSON

I don't think your mother would have approved.

JOSIE:

I do.

MRS. DAWSON

Well, there's just one thing you can be looking

for in a man like that.

JOSIE:

I know that's what you think.

REVEREND DAWSON:

Hush your mouth, child.

The doorbell rings.

JOSIE:

(leaving the table)

Good night, Dad.

ROAD HOUSE:

On the dimly lit, smoke-hung floor a large crowd is dancing. Josie is having

a great time. When the music ends, she and Duff return to their table.

DUFF:

That's pretty good for a preacher's daughter.

JOSIE:

What d'you expect?

DUFF:

You know, baby, I can't figure you out.

JOSIE:

How d'you mean?

DUFF:

Why d'you come out with me? You slummin' or

something?

JOSIE:

No.

DUFF:

So what you doin' with a cat like me in a joint

like this?

JOSIE:

You don't think much of yourself, do you?

DUFF:

(put off)

Well, that's a funny thing to say.

JOSIE:

You keep asking me why I'm here.

DUFF:

Yeah, and you keep not answerin', too.

JOSIE:

I like a place with lots of life.

DUFF:

How about another beer?

JOSIE:

No thanks.

DUFF:

Go on - you can have one!

His attention is drawn by something off screen.

DUFF:

Hell!

JOSIE:

What is it?

Frankie and Jocko swagger toward them, beer in hand.

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