The Story of Temple Drake Page #2

I've wanted to marry you since I was little...

...but I won't

I can't

Hadn't you bet to tell me about it?

- No.

But I do love you.

And part of me does...

It's like there are two mes.

One of 'em says:
Yes. Yes. Quick. Don't let me get away.

And the other?

I won't tell ya.

Of what it wants...

...or does...

...or what'll happen to it. I don't know myself.

All I know is I hate it.

Oh, I'm sorry Steve.

How's everybody, chicken?

- Oh! Toddy.

Take me somewhere.

- Huh?

Or anywhere.

I wanna get away from here.

- Hey.

What you need is a drink.

Yes, a drink. Lots of drinks.

Yey! Drake.

Yeah. I know a great spot. Big Goodwin's place.

Come on sugar.

Who wrote this?

- I don't know sir.

Toddy?

Toddy, where are you? Are you all right?

I'm alright.

Oh. Toddy.

Say. What's this stick up?

Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?

We're goin' to Lee Goodwin's for a drink.

I'm Temple Drake. My grandfather is Judge Drake.

Jack. Hey, Jack.

Take him up to the house.

I don't want to go up there. Please, can we stay here until he gets a car?

Ask her to lay off of me, Jack.

Go on with him.

Do you hear? Callin' me Jack.

He call's everybody Jack.

My name's Tommy.

Be ain't better than circus.

Come on.

Tell him, we won't go. We'll stay here.

I'd rather take care of the good Ms. Lady.

That's what Trigger says.

Oh sure. Anyway... I want a drink.

My grandfather is a Judge. I don't have to do what that man said.

He can't threaten me.

He ain't no little friend.

Trigger, he just cares.

Come on.

Remember when that old dog come out alon' the house.

Just like any dog.

Burn if you didn't whip out that little automatic.

Got that hound dog dead as a dog name.

Just an ol' dog.

Wouldn't hurt a flea.

I know.

'Cause he was my dog.

Keep your hands off me.

Who's in there?

Just a boy.

Come on.

I don't wanna go in there.

Oh. There nothin' to be afraid of.

I wanna go home.

Well, I wanna drink if you don't

Toddy, please. We can't stay here.

There ain't no need to fret.

Lee will get you back to town, I reckon.

Did it spill?

You don't know what happened.

... and line too.

Why the shootin'?

I don't know.

What's the matter now?

I thought that was you shootin'.

It's your own fault Lee for lettin' scum like him come here.

Whyn't you leave him in a city where he belongs?

Alright... alright...

Get back in there and make these drunks some coffee.

I'm with Mr. Gowan.

What did you come for?

I didn't want to.

Then why don't you get out.

It's raining and our car got smashed.

Please.

Couldn't your husband take us?

Who do you think he is? A chauffeur?

Anyhow, they gotta load the truck.

They'll haulin' the city tonight.

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