Lonely Are the Brave Page #4

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MAN 1:
He wants it the hard way.

One dry, pointed ear.

Here's a receipt for what

you brought in. Can him.

Tank?

Yeah. Run him through the showers first.

You know something, buddy.

From a ten-day common drunk,

you've built yourself up to a year.

Congratulations.

Good afternoon, Miss Kennedy.

Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, Mrs. Johnson called.

She wants you to remember that

shopping list she gave you.

All right.

Busy, Floyd?

Sure gave me a start, there, Sheriff.

Put that comic away.

Remember that girl on Lead Hill

they found belly-down in the road

with a knife in her back, and

the coroner called it suicide?

Sure. Day before yesterday.

I want you to drive out and

serve a writ on that coroner,

then turn around and come straight back.

Don't I get to stop

off for a bite first?

No, and button your pants.

Hi, Morey.

Harry.

That dog.

Same fire plug, same time every day.

You'd think he was under contract.

Red light's going, Harry. Have

you got any time for the machine?

Machine? Right.

This is CS-1, over.

Roger, Highway Patrol. CS-1 out.

Yep.

Got Caruso's new barber

pole third day in a row.

It's on the route now.

Don't know how he does it.

What was that signal, Harry?

Signal? State Highway

Patrol. Just a routine check.

Locate McNeill, wherever he is,

send him out for chewing gum.

McNeill? Right.

When I tell you to watch

that machine of yours,

you say, "Machine? Right."

When I give you a message for

McNeill, you say, "McNeill? Right."

There's something about the

way you make a question of it

and then say, "Right,"

that gets on my nerves.

Nerves?

Right.

Head count.

GUARD:
Open it up, Bob.

Got another customer.

GUARD:
Right in here.

Okay, boys, relax.

When is suppertime around here, anyway?

Brother, if I was in your condition,

I would pay less attention to the flesh

and more to the salvation

of my eternal soul.

REVEREND:
And believe me, I

know whereof I'm talking about,

you poor abandoned Philistine, you.

The temptations of the flesh.

I fought 'em my whole life through.

Then how come you're in here, Reverend?

I said I fought 'em. I

didn't say I fought 'em off.

Sometimes I lost.

But believe me, it takes a

lot more to tempt a preacher

than it does you stumblebums in here.

When I lost, I lost big!

You a real preacher, Reverend?

REVEREND:
Well, now,

let's look at it this way.

Always had the urge to preach.

And if you got the urge,

you're already halfway home.

What kept you from getting all the way?

My temptation was women.

You ain't a preacher any more

than I'm a sway-backed goose.

And I don't think

you've got sense enough

to pound sand in a rabbit hole.

You are not in a state of grace.

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