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hwp -Hello, Eddie.
-Hello, Ben.
What gives?
Were looking for a couple
of lndians broke out of jail.
Young bucks in fancy shirts.
If you see anything of them,
phone my office at Palm Grove.
Those lndians must be from around here.
They always head for home.
Home being Key Largo.
Want something, Jack?
Mr. Temple around?
He aint here. Hotel is closed.
When will he be back?
I dont know.
Have a beer?
-The bar is closed.
-Thats right.
I told you, didnt l?
Hotels closed.
In the summer,
everythings closed.
Give him a drink.
Give him a drink!
You heard me!
Give him a drink!
You said beer?
Thank you.
Think nothing of it.
Bargain Lass on the outside
is running very fast and very hard.
Come on, Lady Bountiful.
Come on, Lady Bountiful!
Come on!
Hows that for picking them?
Can l pick them or cant l?
Thats him.
Ill take it up.
If he wants you,
hell send for you.
I like Fancy Free.
Carrying pounds.
Thats a lot of weight.
What do you think?
Fancy Free.
-You play the ponies?
-No.
-Why not?
-I havent the money.
Angel, another beer
for the gentleman.
I play the long shots.
Betting on a favorite,
what do you win?
When a horse comes in for me,
he pays plenty.
Take Fancy Free:
"Morning Line, - . "
Thats ridiculous.
He should be - , even less.
Look at that breeding.
"By Chance Play, out of
Misconstrue by Omaha. "
He hasnt won in starts, true.
But hes been twice on the money. . .
. . .and today hes running a $
claiming race. Ought to be a cinch!
Whats your name?
McCloud. Frank.
By John, out of Helen.
Im Miss Dawn.
Miss Gaye Dawn.
You. He wants you.
Please excuse me.
Whos that?
-I dont know.
-Whats he want?
Old man Temple.
Look, mister, if youre
thinking of putting up here. . .
. . .the hotels closed.
-Wont be open for another month.
-Why are you here?
-Were guests.
-But you said--
Were here by special arrangement.
I dont plan to stay.
I just wanna see Mr. Temple.
Oh, well, why didnt you say so?
Hes out by the boathouse.
Mr. Temple?
My names McCloud.
Frank McCloud.
McCloud, huh?
Not Major McCloud?
Yes, sir.
Nora!
Nora! Nora!
Come here!
When did you get here?
A few minutes ago.
Im on my way to Key West.
Did you come on the bus?
l saw it stop.
Hey, Nora!
Hurry up!
Come here!
Look whos here!
This is Georges wife.
This is Major Frank McCloud.
How do you do?
Your husband and l were
in the same outfit overseas.
As if she didnt know.
I wrote you a letter, major,
to St. Louis.
It was sent on to Portland, St. Paul
and Memphis before it came back.
-Ever been down here before?
-No, sir.
George was right.
The Keys are different than
anything lve seen. And hotter.
Dont look for it to get
any cooler before November.
The thermometer will go
down to about .
The sand flies and mosquitoes
will disappear.
Itll be right livable for about
three months on the Keys.
Except for tourists.
-That Black Caesars Rock?
-Howd you know?
For one whos never been here,
l know a lot about these Keys.
They were a favorite subject
with George.
He used to dig for pirate gold
right over there.
He never lost hope of finding
Blackbeards own treasure.
He mustve dug holes.
-Ever find anything?
-Oh, sure.
Salt water, every time.
How long will you be with us?
-An hour or so.
-An hour?
You can spare more time than that.
We got a lot to talk about.
-Ill talk as long as you like.
-Then youll stay overnight.
He can have Georges room.
Yes, Dad.
-May l help you?
-If you will.
Afternoon, Mrs. Temple.
Mr. Temple.
Any news of the Osceola brothers?
Oh, lm sorry, Ben.
I want you to meet my sons
commanding officer, Major McCloud.
-How do you do?
-Officer Ben Wade. Sawyer.
Wed like to have a look around.
You wont find those lndians,
because they aint here.
Maybe theyre in the
mangrove swamps. Maybe.
Or maybe if you wanna go wading,
you might find them.
But if l was you,
ld save myself the trouble.
No doubt theyll give
themselves up before morning.
They sure enough ought to.
Thats a fact, Mr. Temple.
The longer they stay at large,
the tougher itll be on them.
Fool lndians. days to do
and they bust out.
Thirty days in jail for an lndian. . .
. . .is like years for somebody else.
Anyway, ld like to have
a look around.
Clyde, if Mr. Temple says
they aint here, they aint.
His words good enough for me.
Sorry to bother you.
Come on, Clyde.
Those two brothers and my boy, George,
grew up together.
Theres no harm in them.
They just went to Palm Grove
and got a little snootful. . .
. . .and started to take Florida
back for the lndians.
Came mighty near succeeding too.
I sent word for them to
come in and give themselves up.
Not that lm supposed to know where
they are, you understand.
Major, l want you to meet Mr. . . .
-Bass.
