Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil

Quit eyeballing me, Flavius.

I knew you when you was

a two-bit hustler on Bull Street.

JOHN:
Excuse me!

Where can a fella get a cab?

DRIVER:

He just left.

You can call the company, but I's you,

I'd wait on him to come back.

DRIVER:

'Less you want to take a ride.

JOHN:
You going to Jones Street?

DRIVER:
I'll get you there.

DRIVER:

Put your stuff in there.

(DRIVER OVER SPEAKER)

To your right, Pirate's House...

...built in 1794.

All the ne'er-do-wells and scalawags

divided up their booty there.

Sherman stayed

in the Green-Meldrim House...

...to rest up

after his fiery march through Atlanta.

He was going to burn Savannah...

...but the locals drowned him

in Chatham Artillery punch...

...and fancy parties till he decided...

...to spare our fair city.

Forsyth Park, ladies and gentlemen.

Hey!

You looking for something?

No.

MRS. BAXTER:

Mr. Kelso?

MRS. BAXTER:
Are you Mr. Kelso?

JOHN:
Yes.

I'm Lorene Baxter.

Welcome to Savannah.

Town & Country

is my favorite magazine.

Oh, my land, where are my manners?

What can I get you to drink?

Anything cold would be great.

MRS. BAXTER:

Mr. Williams restored this home.

One of the many he saved

from the wrecking ball.

MRS. BAXTER:
The carriage house

is reserved for Jim's clients...

...and guests, such as yourself.

RECEPTIONIST:

He's here.

BETTY:

Welcome, Mr. Kelsy.

BETTY:
I'm sorry, Mr. Kelso?

JOHN:
John Kelso.

Yes.

I'm Betty Harty.

BETTY:

Sonny's been expecting you.

JOHN:

I'm here to see Jim Williams.

BETTY:

Sonny's Jim's attorney.

SONNY:

Well, hell...

...come on in, coach.

John Kelso.

Welcome to the old curiosity shop.

Take a seat.

SONNY:

You let me know.

SONNY:
How was your trip?

JOHN:
Fine. Mr. Williams said...

He will be right along. We have

a little business to attend to first.

Confidentiality agreement.

Just boilerplate stuff.

Plus a paragraph...

...outlining Jim's editorial privileges.

Town & Country flew me down to write

a 500-word story on a Christmas party.

It's a literary postcard.

Are you serious about this?

It's not just any party.

Have you asked the magazine?

I'd rather have your word

than some New York lawyer.

Be that as it may...

...I'm not going to sign that.

Damn!

How come?

It's just a little old party write-up.

All the more reason

not to compromise my ethics.

As a professional,

I'm sure you understand.

Promise to be fair?

Yes, of course.

SONNY:

Jim...

...this is John Kelso.

Hello.

Let's take a walk,

shall we, sport?

JIM:

We'll go around Forsyth Park.

BETTY:

Would y'all mind...?

JIM:

Not at all, Betty.

JIM:

Come on.

Did you sign Sonny's papers?

Actually, no.

Good for you. Sonny's

overly protective of my interests.

- Still walking the dog, Mr. Glover?

MR. GLOVER:
Yes, sir.

Patrick do love his morning walk.

WOMAN:
Would you mind? Could I please

have my picture made with Uga?

WOMAN:

Great.

WOMAN:

Thanks.

JOHN:

All right. Smile.

WOMAN:
Thanks.

Dang good dog.

WOMAN:

Thank you very much.

JIM:

Thank you for asking.

No matter what you and I ever do

in our lives, Mr. Kelso...

...neither of us

will be as famous as Uga.

JIM:

He's the university mascot.

JIM:
"The Georgia Bulldog."

JOHN:
Is that right?

JOHN:
I know I'm going to regret asking,

but that man said he was walking a dog.

What dog?

Mr. Glover was the law firm porter.

JIM:
Mr. Bouhan said in his will that

Mr. Glover should continue to be paid...

...$ 15 every week for walking Patrick,

his Labrador.

So...

...where's Patrick?

Patrick went on to his great rewards

- The dog's dead.

- Quite.

JOHN:

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