The Fugitive Kind Page #4

About Jabe's operation in Memphis.

- Was it successful?

- Was it too late for surgical interference?

We hope and pray it ain't hopeless.

I'm sorry.

I've got to go up. Jabe's knocking for me.

I'll speak to Lady upstairs. Lady!

Speaking of knocks...

I've a knock in my engine.

It goes knock, knock and I say,

"Who's there?"

I don't know whether I'm in communication

with some dead ancestor...

or my motor's about to drop out and

leave me stranded on the Dixie Highway.

Do you have any knowledge of mechanics?

Well, I'm sure you do.

Would you like to be sweet and take a ride

with me so you can hear that knock?

Look, I'm waiting for a job in this store.

So...

- Well, I'm offering you a job.

- Yeah, but I want a job that pays.

- Well, I expect to pay you.

- Maybe sometime tomorrow.

I can't stay overnight in this county.

I'm ordered to stay out by the Sheriff

and paid to stay out by my brother.

What are they saying about me?

That I'm degraded?

Is that what you're saying about me?

That I'm corrupt? Degraded?

I'll be waiting outside in my car

if you decide to change your mind.

There is something definitely not normal

about that girl.

- She'd better stay out of this county.

- Absolutely degraded.

Absolutely.

Now, since you're a stranger here...

I think we ought to tell you

a little bit more about her.

We don't want you to think that...

Hey, Snakeskin, give me a hand.

Miss Cutrere,

you ain't allowed to drive in this county.

I'll drive you.

Move over.

Just get your legs

on the other side of the gearshift.

Both of them.

Well, here we are.

I've got to call Cousin Bertie...

and tell him I'm irresistibly detained

on the Dixie Highway.

You get us a booth and setup, Snakeskin.

Tulane-0374.

How about some spareribs?

Hey, Bertie.

Hi, doll. What happened?

Did you trip over something

when you picked up the phone?

I thought I heard a crash.

Bertie, guess what?

I got my allowance back.

Yeah. On condition I stay forever away

from Two River County.

What?

You with that gal, buster?

The one on the phone?

Yeah. We come in here together.

Well, she's been eighty-sixed out of here.

Get her out.

But you come back alone sometime.

You hear?

Bertie, guess who's with me.

No. You'll never guess.

- Well, you remember last New Year's Eve?

- Mr. Cutrere...

- No, not that one.

... your sister's here.

The good looking boy.

You remember the one...

in the snakeskin jacket with the guitar.

- Your sister's here.

- Well, he's with...

- What are you doing?

- They want us out of here.

What? Who?

You!

You take your hands off my sister.

I'm trying to get her out of here, Mr. Cutrere.

I'm going.

There are plenty of other juke joints

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