Something Wicked This Way Comes Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1983
- 95 min
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Do you ever play the numbers, Mr.
Halloway?
- Me? No. Never take risks.
- Well, you should, sir.
One day, I'm gonna win
that $100,000 number.
And it won't be ten-cent cigars
for us then, Mr. Halloway.
lt'll be the big imported Havana Specials.
rolled on the plump, smooth thighs
of Cuban ladies.
Mr. Halloway.
- You can't smell it, can you?
- Smell what?
Powder. Lady's powder and perfume.
The sweet smell of rustling petticoats.
Smells to me like
we're going to have visitors.
- Elegant visitors. Beautiful ladies.
- You'll have to make do with
the ladies you've got here, Mr. Crosetti.
We don't get any visitors in this town.
Not in October. Or any other
time of the year, come to that.
Do you know what you need.
Mr. Halloway?
A touch of Crosetti's Color Restorer.
Make you feel years younger.
I wish it were that easy.
Oh, Doc, did you see what
Northwestern did last week?
Northwestern, 20 seconds to go, they
got the ball, he fades back for a pass.
- Touchdown. Wins by two!
- Ed, Doc.
Charlie, do you have any idea what
Northwestern's gonna do this week?
Now, you remember your heart.
Just one drink and one cigar.
Come on now. You know what they'll
do? They'll kill 'em.
That's what they're gonna do.
Boy, I wish I was out there
to run, to throw, tackle... touchdowns.
There's nothing like it.
- to smell that grass, to run on the field!
- Hey, Ed.
- Boy, ain't you somethin'.
- To your health, Doc.
- Wait a minute. To Northwestern.
Northwestern.
Jim!
Jim.
Jim, why don't you ever answer?
I've got half a mind to throw
this darn thing away.
- And get yourself burned?
- Yeah.
Hey, look. A carnival.
Saturday, 24th.
Why, that's tomorrow!
Pretty big wind blowin' today.
huh, Will boy?
One of the stone lions
blew off the library steps.
Prowlin' around town now.
Lookin' for some juicy, tender young
Christian to eat, I don't wonder.
You got something there, Dad?
Huh? No.
You seem sad tonight.
Oh, it's Will.
He makes me feel so darn old.
A man should be able to
play baseball with his son.
Baseball is not necessary.
not with a heart like yours.
He'll forgive you that, hmm?
Hmm. Maybe so.
You know...
I feel restless.
Must be a storm comin'.
Dad?
Will!
Will, the carnival's come.
The carnival's come!
- In the middle of the night?
- Hell, yes. Come on!
- But how could it...
- Come on!
Jim, don't.
What is it, son? Can't sleep?
Well, me neither.
Couldn't be, though.
Not this time of night.
No, it couldn't have been.
Couldn't be a carnival, could it?
Not in October.
I mean, you never saw
no scraps of paper, did you?
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