A Face in the Crowd Page #3

MARCIA :

Let’s go after him.

(Cut to:
Inside J.B.’s car; through the windshield, we see Lonesome on

the road up ahead.)

MARCIA :

There he is.

(calling from car window)

Hey! Morning!

Hi!

We've been looking for you.

LONESOME:

Yeah? What for?

MARCIA:

This is my uncle, Mr. Jeffries,

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who owns our radio station.

(Lonesome leans in through the passenger-side window.)

J.B.:

Well, how's it feel to be

a free man in the morning?

(Lonesome turns his head and spits in disgust)

J.B.:

Where you headed now?

LONESOME:

Port St Joe, Florida.

J. B.:

That’s a long walk.

What’s down there?

LONESOME:

Oh, plenty of water and

plenty of fishing bridges...

and snapper boats,

and tarpon rolls...

(While he says this, he is leaning into the car, looking intenntly at

Marcia, only a few inches from her face. She looks down, closes the

sides of her dress collar together.)

J. B.:

You know, I've always wanted

to catch me a tarpon.

LONESOME:

What’s to stop you?

J. B.:

I can't afford it.

I've got a radio station,

newspaper, printing business...

I'm president of the Kiwanis...

I can't afford it.

LONESOME:

Come on, Beanie.

MARCIA :

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Wait! We want to talk to you…

LONESOME:

Listen, I ain't got but four or five days

to make it to St. Joe.

Unless I steal somebody's car.

J.B.:

Wait a minute, we've got a job

for you.

Every morning on our station,

7 to 8 .

LONESOME:

I don't want no job.

J.B.:

Why not?

LONESOME:

Too much like work, man.

MARCIA :

Do you have any money?

LONESOME:
(pats his guitar case)

Mamma will always get me a meal.

I can sleep in a jail.

MARCIA :

Come on, try it for a day.

How about if you had a plane ticket?

You can put it in your pocket...

if you ever want to go,

you just go.

LONESOME:

Well...

Okay. I'll try it for one day.

J.B.:

I'll turn around. (He does)

Let’s go.

J.B.:
(to Marcia)

Take him to the hotel

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and get him a room.

And you better clean him up

a bit.

LONESOME:

See you around, Beanie. (Beanie shrugs)

J.B.:

Get in the back. (Lonesome climbs into the front next to Marcia)

(Cut to Lonesome’s room in the motel. Marcia is unpacking while

Lonesome is splashing in the sink and singing in the bathroom)

MARCIA:

Would you mind closing the door?

LONESOME:

My goodness, ain't we fussy!

MARCIA:
(after pulling a bra from the jumble of

clothes in Lonesome’s suitcase)

This wardrobe you got, I think

I better send it to the laundry for you.

LONESOME:

I'll wash it myself. That way I can

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