The River's Edge Page #3

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a week, so stop wasting your time.

Will you let me handle this?

There's a lot of good guides

in this country.

You won't have any trouble

finding one at that price.

Well, perhaps I arrived at an awkward

moment. Think it over, Mr. Cameron.

- If you should change your mind, just-

- I won't.

Oh, uh, by the way,

my wife is driving to town.

I'm too busy branding to drive her.

How about giving her a lift?

Why, certainly.

I'd be glad to.

Maybe I better wait till this evening,

Ben, and let you drive me.

Why wait? The man's got a nice car,

plenty of room in it.

Let me take that.

Good-bye, Mr. Cameron.

Remember, Ben. This is

the way you wanted it.

Yeah.

I'm awful glad to see you, Meg.

- You knew I was here?

- Sure.

I've been hunting for you

for quite a while.

I missed you, honey.

I've missed you too, Nardo,

ever since the day I was arrested.

You were supposed to come back from

Los Angeles that morning. You never did.

I know. I started,

but I just never got there.

I started the night before.

Then I hit a truck on that straightaway

going into Bakersfield.

I didn't come to for five weeks.

I don't believe you.

I can show you the records of the

Bakersfield General Hospital, if you like-

14 months of'em.

You're too good on things like that,

Nardo. I wouldn't believe them either.

- Would you believe that?

- Nardo.

Took me six months

before I could even write you a letter.

And when I did, it came back

"addressee unknown."

I didn't know what had happened

till I got back to San Francisco.

By then, you'd been in Tehachapi

for almost a year.

So I got ahold of a lawyer. I gave him

some dough to work on your parole.

Then I had to get out of town.

- Where'd you go?

- Chicago.

But when I did make parole,

you weren't there.

I know, honey. I was in New York

when the lawyer's letter came.

I got the news two weeks late.

So I caught the first plane

to San Francisco, but...

you weren't there.

You weren't anywhere.

Where'd you expect me to be?

I know, honey.

I don't blame you.

I just don't want you

to blame me too much.

After all, we-we did

find each other.

You do believe me, don't you?

I don't know what to believe.

I'm almost afraid

to believe anything anymore.

Take me into town, Nardo.

Don't make me cry.

You know how I hate that.

I know, honey.

- Here. Let me take that.

- I'd rather.

Meg.

Will you have dinner

with me tonight?

No, I don't think so, Nardo.

I have a lot of thinking to do.

Hello, Mrs. Cameron.

Having a night on the town?

I'd like a single with a bath.

Ben still working?

It's 212. First room up on your right.

I'll bring your baggage up

as soon as I register this gentleman.

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