Act of Violence

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A light breeze|is whipping the flags of state and nation...

...while a warm and bright sunshine|streams down.

Yes, it's typical California weather|here in Santa Lisa...

...for these solemn rites of Memorial Day.

- And following the parade...|- Yes, sir?

- You got a single room?|- I think so, sir.

I can give you a very nice single at 350.

How long will you be staying?

I don't know.

- Never mind that.|- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

And now, I wanna call on|a fellow veteran...

...who probably had more to do with|our finally getting this housing project...

...than anyone else in town.

I mean Frank Enley.

I guess you all know Frank and I'm sure|you know how hard he's worked.

So let's get him up here|and make our thanks official.

Come on up, Frank.

- Come on, speak, Frank.|- Go on, big shot.

- You heard what the man said.|- Come on, thattaboy.

On the double, captain.

First time I ever had a chance|to give orders to a captain.

- Nice work, Frank.|- Thanks.

You know, Frank didn't only help|to build this project.

He's worked with us day and night|from the very beginning.

He helped keep our spirits up.|Believe me, there were times...

...when, well, the flesh was willing|but the spirit was pretty low.

Go ahead, Frank, it's all yours.

Well, as you all know...

...I was just one of the contractors|on this project.

I had to attend those meetings|to keep my job.

Now, seriously,|what I want to say to you is this...

...that it was you fellas,|you and your families...

...that really put this thing over.

You stuck together|and you fought for what you wanted.

And if I gave you any help at all...

...well, believe me, I am very happy|and I'm very proud that I was able to.

- Thanks, Frank. Thanks.|- Thank you.

Edith. Edith.

- Yes?|- I can't find that other rod.

- It's in there.|- It's not in here.

- Back in the corner, behind the table leaves.|- I've looked back of the table...

- Oh.|- Honestly, sometimes I wonder.

Nights are cold there and you forget|your heavy jacket and your boots.

- I won't need them.|- If you think you're gonna...

Look, I was going fishing before you put on|your first pair of bobby socks.

I'm going out on a nice little lake|in a nice dry boat.

- And get a nice fat cold... Ow! Ooh!|- Be careful now. You get that...

You're getting fresh lately, aren't you.

Getting used to you, that's all.|You've lost your glamour.

Oh, I have, have I?

Certainly have.

- I've lost my glamour, huh?|- Uh-huh.

- Lost all my glamour, huh?|- Mm-hm.

Why don't you go out and tell Fred|that I had to go to the convention.

- You want to?|- You think he'd fall for that?

Sure.

Oh, no. Oh, no, you wanted to go fishing.|You're going fishing.

He'll be right out, Fred.

Bye-bye, Georgie.|Take care of your mother now.

You be a good boy now, Georgie.|Mommy will be right back.

- Hello, youngster.|- Hi.

Finally, you let him out of your clutches.

- It was a battle, but I got away from her.|- Ha, ha.

Say, Edith, why don't you and I|go up to the lake?

- We'll leave him to do the housekeeping.|- You old goat. Aren't you ashamed?

Guess it's not a good idea.|I don't think I can trust Frank with Martha.

Listen to him.|- We'll be gone a couple of days.

- Be back tomorrow night.|- Don't hurry on my account.

- We're gonna paint the town, aren't we?|- Uh-huh.

Well, don't call us up to bail you out.|Ha-ha-ha.

Bye. Have fun.

Say, is that your phone or mine?

- Oh, it's mine. Bye.|- Bye.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello. Hello, who is it?

Wait here.

Just a minute.

Yes?

- Is this where Frank Enley lives?|- Yes.

- Is there something I can do? I'm his wife.|- No, I wanna see him.

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