The Fugitive Kind Page #2

But they say he won't be well enough

to handle the work by himself.

- Would that kind of work suit you?

- I'd be happy to try it, ma'am.

Well, I'll speak to Lady...

that's Mrs. Torrance,

when she brings Jabe home tomorrow.

Well, if you're sleepy, maybe you could

go on down and bed down there.

Well, I sure appreciate it.

Well, that's all right.

Man, all I want is something hot to drink...

a cup of coffee or a shot of whiskey.

Huh, Jordan?

I'm soaked clear through.

Look at that gun. It's going to take me

two weeks to get that clean.

Why'd you leave the cell door open, Vee?

- Howdy, Mrs. Talbot.

- Howdy.

- I put my trust in Eddie.

- Yeah, you put your trust in him, all right.

Who's the boy you got sleeping

down there now?

Mr. Xavier.

His car broke down. He's a musician.

Yeah, I'm sick of you making

a fool of yourself over every stray tramp...

that wanders into this county.

A musician.

What you gonna put

on the coroner's report, Sheriff?

Killed, attempting escape.

That boy said, "Excuse me,"

when he broke out.

That makes it fine, don't it?

They'll give him a crown in heaven.

- What time is it?

- About 1:
45 a. m.

What's that boy's name again?

Xavier. Valentine Xavier.

Not that boy, you fool.

The boy who broke out.

Pull it tight, now. Real tight.

I want it tight, now.

- Cannonball's coming into the depot.

- Pee Wee!

Pee Wee, get on down to that depot.

Cannonball's coming in!

- Hurry up, you two.

- Pee Wee, get a move on.

You can move faster than that,

I've seen you.

Come on, Dolly. We got to fix the buffet.

- Hi, Mrs. Talbot. Where's the Sheriff?

- He's gone down to the depot to meet Jabe.

That's where we're going now.

Hey, Snakeskin!

Snakeskin!

Thank you, Uncle Pleasant.

Beulah, I'm sorry.

I never can remember your last name.

My name's Binnings, Beulah Binnings.

Get him out of here!

- He's gonna mark my baby.

- Shoot, Dolly.

It's just that crazy conjure man

that sells trinkets on the turnpike.

What have you got here, Uncle?

It's a bone of some kind.

- Well, it's just a bone.

- No.

- It's just a bone.

- Please get him out of here!

- It's a bone!

- Now, I'm getting mad!

Uncle Pleasant, you take this bone...

and you leave it on a bare rock

in the rain and the sun...

till every sign of corruption

is burned and washed away.

And then it will be a good charm.

You know, they say that if you...

break the heel of your slipper

in the morning...

that means you'll meet

the love of your life before dark.

Of course, it was almost dark

when I broke the heel of my slipper.

I suppose that means I'll meet

the love of my life before daybreak?

Somebody don't seem to realize

this store is closed.

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