Key Largo Page #4

Charlie's a Seminole prince.

His ancestors go back to the gods.

He sells seashells by the seashore.

Hello, Mama Ochobee.

Every Indian here is

a descendent of Mama Ochobee.

She admits to being 108 years old.

But she has a son who's 112.

We suspect Mama doesn't tell

the truth about her age.

Him new husband? No, Mama.

Not new husband.

You got cigarette?

Pretty big blow coming?

Indians always know.

Don't ask me how, but they do.

More will be along. They come to

us from as far as Matecumbe Key.

This one was born in our lobby

during the last big blow.

Hello, Tom.

Hello, John.

Tom and John are Osceola.

How do you do?

We get Mr. Temple message.

We hear give ourself up to police.

He thinks it's the best.

What Mr. Temple say, we do.

Him good friend to Indian.

Why don't you go to the hotel?

Dad'll call Palm Grove.

Thanks, Miss Nora.

Poor fellas got into some trouble

and were arrested.

I know.

Mr. Temple told me about them.

They really trust Dad Temple.

All the Indians.

As far as they're concerned,

he's the United States of America.

You're very happy here,

aren't you?

- Very.

- You're never lonely?

Did George tell you?

I met him at a USO dance.

He was lonesome.

He wanted company.

I was working at a defense plant.

I knew lots of people,

but I was lonesome too.

Before George, my life

hadn't made much sense.

I never had much of a home,

and I didn't like what I had.

George...

...gave me roots.

When he went overseas,

I came here to stay with his father...

...and the roots took hold.

Now I'm like one of those mangroves.

Our police always get their Indian.

Close the shutters

while I get the oil lamps.

Hey, pal.

Getting ready for the hurricane?

- Join me for that little drink now?

- No, thanks.

- Not a drinking man?

- Not right now.

Hey, Curly.

What all happens in a hurricane?

The wind blows so hard

the ocean gets up on its hind legs...

...and walks right across the land.

And singing a song:

Rain, rain go away

Little Ralphie wants to play

Isn't that Ben Wade's car?

Nora! Have you seen him?

No, Dad. I haven't.

They're snooping around looking

for these two boys, and here they are.

Better go out there and sit

in his car and wait for him.

Better yet, go and find him.

What's so funny, Toots?

There are two cons in a cell.

One tries to sell the other

a fountain pen.

And he says,

"This pen is guaranteed for life. "

Don't you get it?

A con.

Guaranteed for life.

We get it, all right.

Have you seen Wade or Sawyer

anywhere around, Frank?

No, I haven't.

- His car's out there in the rain.

- Yes, I know.

It's funny.

How about a drink, everybody?

What'll it be, Miss Temple?

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