My Town Page #3

How come we call Lucas, "Lucas"?

AMBER:
It's too hard to explain.

Besides, he doesn't look like a grandfather.

TUG:
Oh.

What was Mom like?

She was beautiful.

Like someone you'd see in Vogue.

How come she left?

I told you.

She and Daddy were having problems.

How come she didn't come back when he died?

Go to sleep.

AMBER:
I can't believe it.

Wheelerville actually has a person over 30

you can talk to without getting a stomachache.

Miss Adams is, well...

Excellent!

The most excellent.

Oh, yeah. Lucas got me a job

giving the Fishers a hand after school.

I need the money for clothes and the Fishers need help.

A lot of help.

Tug's been acting pretty goony lately.

More than usual, I mean.

He and Billy Fisher are up to something, but I don't know what.

I don't really care,

as long as it doesn't have anything to do with any aspect of my life,

now or for the next several hundred years.

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

(SLOVAK SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

SLOVAK:
Whiskey, 6, Foxtrot, Romeo, Mike.

Calling Victor, United, 2.

Able, Baker, Charlie.

Calling on schedule and standing by.

(STATIC HISSES)

MAN ON RADIO:
Whiskey, 6, Foxtrot, Romeo, Mike.

This is Victor, United, 2, Able, Baker, Charlie.

Greetings from Moscow. I hope you have good news.

Over.

Negative.

The information has not arrived.

My government contact assures me it will be in tomorrow's mail.

Over.

MAN:
All right, that's good.

(LOUD BANG)

(MAN ON RADIO SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

JOHN:
We've all gone along with you up to now, Lucas.

The low-interest loans, the equity sharing, no-downs,

everything.

But now you're asking us to put up capital, exclusive of the bank's reserves.

Our capital.

I'm asking you to invest in the future of this town.

It's just expensive!

How do you put a price on a way of life?

You know, I can still remember going to Mays' store as a boy.

Fletcher's daddy owned it then.

He was more stubborn than Fletcher.

Can you believe that?

That didn't bother me.

All I cared about was a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles.

(LUCAS SIGHS)

Can't hardly get sprinkles anymore.

Once spent half a day in Cleveland looking for them.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah, nobody has sprinkles.

All right, Lucas.

But these are getting to be the most expensive sprinkles in the country.

Well...

Pay for what you get, John.

Always did, always will.

(LUCAS SIGHS)

I'll tell you what.

To show my appreciation,

I'm gonna take you all to lunch.

(ALL EXCLAIM HAPPILY)

At Fisher's Diner.

Hmm?

Uh...

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

As you know, this is Health 1-A.

Does everybody have a textbook?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Good, 'cause I have some news for you.

We won't be using a textbook.

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