Some Came Running Page #2

- You got some...

- The old man still around?

Oh. Oh, you didn't know?

No, no, God rest his soul. He

passed on four or five years ago.

Towards the end, Dave, he

was just hell on wheels.

- Booze, huh?

- Well, well, what else?

Whew. What a family.

Ohh, wait till you see

the new generation, Dave.

Why, that niece of yours? A real lady.

Say, why don't you pack up

and move out to the house, huh?

We got plenty of room.

Well, I'm pretty sure we have.

No, thanks, Frank. I

got it made right here.

Well, let me call Agnes and have her

get a fatted calf out of the deep freeze.

- You're gonna have dinner with us tonight.

- Sorry, Frank, I got plans.

Oh, uh, well, what

are your plans, Davey?

What made you decide

to come back to Parkman?

I shot my big fat mouth off

to a couple drunken friends...

...and told them where I was born.

- What's wrong? Parkman is your home.

How'd you know I was here?

Practically everybody in town

knew you were here before I did.

You might have called me,

Dave. You owe me that much.

Oh, I owe you more than that.

Four hundred and ten dollars to be

exact. I got the check all made out.

What's that for?

This little check represents room and

board at Mrs. Dilman's home for little boys.

Three dollars and 50 cents a week from the

time I was 12 until I read a travel folder.

- You can't still be brooding about that.

- I'm not brooding. I'm grateful.

I was a little better off than most of

the kids. I had a generous big brother.

I was what they called

a semi-charity boarder.

What did you expect me to do?

Have the family move in with me?

You knew I just married Agnes.

Good Lord, Dave, you're a man now.

You know that a man has

to live his own life.

How is Agnes, Frank?

Ohh...

Davey, I did what I thought was right.

Nobody can do any more than that.

Sure it was tough on you,

but how do you think I felt?

Putting you in the

home? My only brother.

I'm not made of wood, Dave.

If you only knew the nights

that I couldn't sleep.

Your story moves me to tears.

- Take the check.

- Oh, come on.

Take it.

All right, if it'll make

you feel any happier.

I'm not gonna fight with you,

Dave. Life's too short for that.

Why don't you have dinner

with us? I'd like it very much.

Not that it'll look funny

if you didn't, you know...

...but will you do it?

- What time?

- You mean you'll come?

If you're sure Agnes won't throw up.

- I'm not her favorite relative.

- Oh, what talk.

Meet me at the store, say, 5.

And I'll call Agnes and have her

fix up something real special, huh?

Oh. Ha-ha.

Uh, about that little gag of yours of

putting the dough in the other bank.

- You know, that's...

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