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 Może ktoś go ma albo ściągnie.
 Może ktoś go ma albo ściągnie.
 
	
 
	
 

 
	
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                    FRANK 
             What you readin'?    
   
                       KARL 
                    Readin' on this book on how to work  
             carpentry. I aim to learn how to       
             build things out of wood one of 
             these times. I've always been
             partial to wood buildin's and
             cabinets and whatnot. These
             drawin's they got here don't make
             no sense to me so far. 
               
             You seem like yore tails a'draggin'
             a might. You got somethin' wrong
             with ye?
   
                       FRANK 
             Seems like Doyle's wormed his way
             back in. Mama said he's stayin'
             over tonight and he's talkin' about
             movin' in for good. We ain't ever
             gonna be happy. We'll always be
             nervous, won't we Karl?
   
                       KARL 
             I don't reckon I know. I ain't
             found no way yet and I'm three or
             four times as old as you. Might be
             that's just the way folks is.
   
                       FRANK 
             I feel sad about Karen Cross, too.
             I just make like to myself she
             loves me. I know better, though. It
             just feels good to me when I
             imagine it.
   
                       KARL 
             Make believin' always made me feel
             good too from time to time.
   
                       KARL (CONT'D)
             Bill Cox is goin' to a funeral for
             a Mister Turner tomorrow and a
             closin' up shop early.
   
                       FRANK 
             Is that right?
   
                       KARL 
             I'll play ball with ye. I reckon if
             neither one of us is no count it
             won't make no difference.
   
                       FRANK 
             You will? For sure?
   
                       KARL 
             Yeah.
   
                       FRANK 
             We'll be on teams, me and you?
   
                       KARL 
             Yessir.
                          WOOLRIDGE 
             Well, Karl, there's plenty of
             blankets and things there.
             Bathroom's right there in the hall.
             We'll leave first thing tomorrow.
                       MRS. WOOLRIDGE 
             Jerry, why didn't you give him
             Bubba's room? Sister's is kind of
             girly, isn't it?
   
                       WOOLRIDGE 
             Yeah, I thought about that. No
             sense in moving him now I guess.
   
                       BUBBA 
             Daddy, don't you think one of us
             ought to stay up all night and kind
             of - guard or somethin'?
   
                       WOOLRIDGE
             Why, hell no, son. What's wrong
             with you?
   
                       BUBBA 
             Well, he's crazy. He's a nut ain't
             he?
   
                       MRS. WOOLRIDGE 
             'Isn't' he, Bubba. Don't say ain't.                  LINDA 
             Karl, now listen, there's gonna be
             a party tonight here at the house.
             Doyle's invited his music-playin'
             buddies over to make a bunch of
             racket out on the patio.
   
                       FRANK
             They ain't even no good. The only
             one can play is Randy
             Horsefeathers. He claims he's an
             Indian. His real name's Randy
             Collins and he works at the feed
             mill. He can at least play guitar.
   
                       LINDA
             He's no more an Indian than I am
             though. Anyhow, Doyle's gonna try
             and tease you and be mean to you to
             show off to his friends. Just like
             he does to Frank and me sometimes.
             You just ignore it. Or stay out
             here away from 'em if he'll let
             you. He's an okay guy till he gets
             drunk but tonight he'll get drunk.
             I guarantee it.
   
                       FRANK 
             He ain't ever okay to me.
   
                       DOYLE 
             Well, it's on! We're gonna rock.
             Linda, call Vaughan. Tell him to
             get over here. I'd like him to be
             here. I owe him a good time.
   
                       LINDA 
             No Doyle. Vaughan don't want to
             come to a party with you.
   
                       DOYLE 
             Too late, Honey. Fooled you. Done
             called him. He'll be here. 
         
             Or I'll go get him. Come on Karl, I
             need you to help me ice down a tub
             of beer, you and Frank.                DOYLE 
              Hey Freddy, what's goin' on boy. I
             seen your pitcher in the paper for
             catchin' that big-ass bass.
   
                       FREDDY (policjant)
             Yeah She was a big 'un. You ain't
             drunk drivin' are you Doyle?
   
                       DOYLE 
             Yeah.
   
                       FREDDY 
             I figured that. Well you better be
             careful with that cripple in the
             back. You'll throw him out. Looks
             like you got a wagonful.
   
                       DOYLE 
             We run outta somethin' to drink.
             Goin' to the county line. You want
             to race?
   
                       FREDDY
             You know better than that. We're on
             duty.               LINDA 
             What are you doin' up again, Frank?
             You need to get a little sleep.
   
                       FRANK 
             Did Vaughan go home?
   
                       LINDA 
             Yeah, he has to go to work in a
             little while. I do too.
   
                       FRANK
             Did Karl go to bed?
   
                       LINDA
             I guess. He went to the garage.
             Poor thing, he's probably never
             seen such a crazy mess. He probably
             wants to go back and live in Mr.
             Cox's shop.  
   
                       FRANK
             I bet he don't. Karl likes me. 
   
                       LINDA
             I know he does.
   
                       FRANK
             Mama?
   
                       LINDA
             Huh?
   
                       FRANK
             Is everything gonna be all right
             someday? I just stay nervous all
             the time just about. 
   
                       LINDA
             Yeah, honey, someday everything's
             gonna be all right.
   
                       FRANK
             Doyle wouldn't really kill you,
             would he?
   
                       LINDA
             I promise we're gonna get away from
             him. The time has to be right,
             that's all. I'd rather him get
             tired of me and leave me. Then he
             wouldn't want to hurt me. He
             wouldn't care then. We'll be fine.
             I promise. You go to bed now. 
          
             I love you.
   
                       FRANK 
             I love you, too, Mama.
                       FRANK 
             I always get nervous when I hear
             that doorbell. I'm okay just
             walkin' over, but somethin' about
             that dang doorbell. They have one
             room where you can't walk on the
             carpet or sit on the furniture. I
             don't see much sense in havin' it.
   
   The door opens and we see an older black lady, the
   HOUSEKEEPER.
   
                       HOUSEKEEPER
                 (eyes Karl)
             Son, I don't know why you keep
             comin' over here. You know these
             folks don't want you here. They run
             you off ever' time. Don't keep
             doin' this to yourself. You a sweet
             boy. Now go give them flowers to
             somebody that'll enjoy 'em.
   
                       FRANK
             Ma'am, I really want to give them
             to Karen.
   
                       HOUSEKEEPER
                 (to Karl)
             You his daddy?
   
                       KARL 
             No ma'am.
   
                       HOUSEKEEPER 
             Well, whoever you are, you ought to
             talk some sense into him. That
             little old girl is way too fast for
             him and don't wanna see him no way.
   
                       FRANK 
             Will you get her for me. Please. I
             really want to see her.
             She'll want to see me, too, 'cause
             we're not in public. Just don't
             tell her folks I'm here.
   
                       HOUSEKEEPER
                 (sighs)
             Okay.
   
   She disappears and a moment later KAREN appears. She's
   thirteen, pretty and very neatly dressed.
   
                       KAREN
                 (put out)
             Hey Frank. You shouldn't be coming
             over here. My parents really don't
             want you to.
   
                       FRANK 
             I wanted to bring you some flowers.
             They're pretty good ones.
   
                       KAREN 
             They're from the Dollar Store. I'm
             not an idiot. Besides we have a
             garden full of flowers.
   
   She eyes Karl.
   
                       FRANK 
             I wanted for you to meet Karl, too.
             He's my new friend. But I feel like
             I've always known him. I thought
             you should meet him.
   
                       KAREN 
             Why? Hi, Karl.
   
                       FRANK 
             He's gonna be around a lot and I
             hope you are too, so...
   
                       KAREN 
             Here give me the flowers, I'll do
             something with them. Thank you. Now
             you better go. Maybe I'll see you
             down at the secret place one day in
             a week or two or something. I have
             a boyfriend now you know. And we're
             pretty serious. He gave me a ring.
   
   She proudly displays the ring.
   
                       FRANK 
             Can you go there with us now? Me
             and Karl. We could just hang out.
             Karl has some cool books.
   
                       KAREN 
             Frank, I just like you as a friend.
             Only at the secret place. Okay? I
             can't go there now. I'll see you
             later.
   
                       FRANK
             But maybe just for awhile -- 
   
                       KAREN 
             I'm closing the door now. I told
             you, I'll see you later.
   
   She closes the door. They stand therefor a moment, then walk
   away down the sidewalk.
   
                       FRANK 
             She said she'd see me later. That's
             kinda good, right?
   
                       KARL 
             I reckon.
 
	
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