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- How's it going, Joe?
- Okay. Fill her up.

- What are you hauling?
- Apples.

- How's your brother Paul?
- Asleep.

Seems like every time
you come in here

he's asleep and you're driving.

What is he, a growing boy?

He drives as much as I do.
You run your station

we'll take care of our rig.

Okay. I was just wondering.

This is the nearest thing I had
to a bath in two weeks.

Yeah, I noticed.

Seventy gallons of gas,
three quarts

of oil in your crankcase..

I'll have to get you on the
way back, Pete.

Five quarts in your spare can..
What'd you say?

I won't be able to pay you
until I get rid of this load.

Why didn't you say that before?

If I did, you wouldn't have
given me the gas.

I'll say I wouldn't.
I've got a notion

to siphon it out of there.

You know
I ain't selling gas on time.

Oh, relax. I wouldn't gyp you.
I'm honest.

I know you are.
All you truckers are honest

but you're always broke.

The first thing I know the
finance company comes along

and grabs your truck
and you're out of business

and I never see my dough.

Don't worry about me
and the installment man.

- He's got to catch me first.
- That won't be tough.

You ain't driving any speedway
special. Sign it. $12.90.

Ah, don't overflow your tank.

On the cuff. On the cuff.
How do you like that?

You'll get it on the trip back.

You didn't pay for this pop.

Put it on the bill.

- Where are we?
- Not far from Lansdale.

- You should have woke me up.
- It's okay.

We'll grab
a cup of coffee at Barney's.

Then you can wheel it
into Los Angeles.

How's about laying over at my
house for a couple of days?

I'm knocked out.

Oh, boy, I'd like to stay
in bed for a week

not even get up to eat.

So would I.

But that ain't the way
we get ahead.

But I got to think of Pearl.
I ain't been home for two weeks.

She might as well be married
to an explorer.

Look out, Joe!

Hey, you dirty
son of a road hog!

You should've smacked into him.

What is that gonna get us?

Oh, what do we do now?

You park here and watch the
load. I'm gonna hop up

to Barney's cafe
and telephone Williams

and see if he can send some
of the dough he owes us.

Thanks.

- Hiya, Harry.
- Hello, Joe.

Where's your rig?

Down the road.
Busted wheel.

Oh, tough going.
Can I help?

Thanks. I'm going to
phone Williams

to send me some of the dough
he owes me.

I hope you get it.

I quit hauling for that crook.

He ran me ragged,
and I hardly ever got paid.

He'll pay me now, alright

or he won't get his
apples in L.A. on time.

Oh, well, if you got him
over a barrel, that's different.

- Maybe you'll get it.
- Come on. We go.

Yeah, he's right. Can't make
no dough drinking coffee.

- Good luck, guy. Thanks.
- Same to you.

Oh, Harry! Write your wife.

I hear she's worried.

'Okay, I will. Thanks."

- Hello, Joe. Good.
- Hello, Jake. How's it going?

Give me a Frisco phone book,
will you?

Yeah. Be sure you bring back
all the pages too.

So as I'm telling, you see

here I am with these
two beautiful dames.

Boy, what equipment.
Anyway, they're hanging around

my neck and they're
begging me not to go, see.

I tell them, I says, "look,
sisters I got a job to do."

So I push them away and leave.
I mean, after all

a guy like me
with hundreds of dames. Heh-ho.

I'm getting out of here.
Come on, Shorty.

It's too deep for me.

I'm losing my touch.

Give me some nickels, Barney.

Joe! Where you been, guy?
Been getting any good hauls?

Some. How they been rolling
for you, Irish?

I still get my check
every Saturday.

Yeah, but you get ordered
around every other day.

- That ain't for me.
- Hey, Red, this steak's tough.

Well, you can't send it back
now. You've bent it.

'I'll be back this way
tonight, Red.'

Thanks for the warning.

Ah, give me the phone, will you?

What do you do,
keep it in a vault?

- Don't call New York.
- Another cup of java.

- You must like our coffee.
- It stinks.

I notice you're drinking
your seventh cup.

I like your sugar.
Say, why don't you

and your brother
quit wildcat trucking?

With a legitimate company,
this is a pretty swell job.

Why don't you get smart like me
and go to work for Ed Carlsen?

- Give me long distance.
- Hey!

Relax.
I'm reversing the charges.

There's only one guy I'd sooner
go to work for than Ed Carlsen.

- Who?
- Me.

You ain't working for you.

You're working
for the finance company.

As soon as your truck's paid for
you'll have to get another one.

Hello. I want to talk to
Mike Williams.

Standard 72961,
San Francisco.

Reverse the charges.

Joe Fabrini calling.

Don't worry about me.

Someday you road skinners
will all be saying

"Joe Fabrini's a good guy to
work for," and I will be.

No doubt about that, kid,
but me, I'll take the salary

and let someone else
have the worry.

Oh, that's the easy way.

Give me a cup of coffee.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

What else you got
that ain't poisonous?

I don't know.
I never eat here.

How about taking my order, Red?

How about taking your time?

Nice new fixture, Barney.

Yeah. She'll do.

Not a bad thing to know.

Nice chassis, huh, Joe?

Classy chassis.

Yes, and it's all mine, too.

I don't owe any payments on it.

I'll be glad
to finance it, baby.

Who do you think you're kidding?

You couldn't even pay for
the headlights.

What?! He won't accept the call?

Wait a minute.

- Hey, Irish.
- 'Huh?'

Lend me a buck, will you? I want
to pay for this phone call.

Get a load of the big
trucking operator.

I still vote for a salary.

Okay. I'll pay for it
at this end.

Uh, this is, 2-2-1-2.

Anything else?

Yeah, but it ain't on the menu.

And it ain't gonna be. You
better settle for a hamburger.

Okay. With onions.

Hello. Mike Williams?

What's the idea of ducking
my phone call?

I never take collect calls.

Where are you?

Barney's Cafe..

North of Lansdale...on 99.

You got a busted wheel?

Now look, Fabrini, those apples
have got to be delivered

to the market tonight.
That ain't wood you're hauling.

Okay, I'll get the apples in

but send me some of that
300 bucks you owe me

so I can get a new wheel.

Yeah, wire it to me right here.

Well, I ain't got much
cash right now, Joe.

Alright, alright.
Don't get excited.

I'll see what I can do.

Who do those Fabrini guys
think they are, anyhow?

I've thrown more business
their way than any other

freight agent in town, and I
ain't gonna send them any money.

But the apples won't
get into L.A. tonight.

They will if somebody
else hauls 'em.

Who's up there near Lansdale?

Hank Dawson. He's due in there
with a load of beer

and we don't owe him
much money.

Why, you get him
on the phone and tell him

to pick up Fabrinis' load.

Those Fabrinis are tough babies.
They're liable to

part your hair
with a monkey wrench.

They only think they're tough.

Say, is Farnsworth
still outside?

He was a minute ago.

Tell that loan shark
I want to see him.

But you fellas don't understand.

Everything I do is
absolutely within the law.

And all I can say is we need an
awful lot of new laws.

Hey, Farnsworth. The boss
wants to talk to you.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.
- Bye-bye, buzzard.

What's the matter with the man?

Tell me, Farnsworth,
do the Fabrini boys

owe you any dough on that truck?

I've been trying to catch up
with them

for a couple of months,
they're behind

three payments,
plus my interest.

Yeah. I know
all about your interest.

Would you like to nail them
and repossess the truck?

- Yeah, certainly.
- Why, here's your chance.

They're stuck
with a busted wheel

near Barney's Cafe on 99.

Go get a tow car
and haul in the rig.

Thanks. I'll do you
a favor sometime.

Just don't lend me any money.
That's all I ask of you.

"You know what happened? The guy
had an iron in his hand.'

What are you doing here?

I got blisters waiting

so I grabbed a hitch
into Lansdale

and promoted
a secondhand wheel.

I told the guy
I'd get the dough for him.

- What'd you do with the load?
- Got a kid watching it.

How'd you make out
with Williams?

I'm still waiting
for the dough.

Coffee.

Hey, why do we stay
in this racket?

We ain't gonna make
enough out of it

to buy ourselves
decent coffins.

Oh, stop crabbing.
I got enough worries.

Get that into you.
We got to start rolling.

Alright, that's enough of
the X-ray treatment.

Oh, now,
don't get me wrong, sister.

All you make me think about is

how much I'd like to be
with my wife.

Ha! That's the first time
I've ever heard that one.

I ain't got a wife.

That's not hard to understand.

Hey, if any of you guys owe on
your trucks you better fade.

Farnsworth's coming.

- Where's Fabrini?
- With Byrd at the South Pole.

Ah, he went fishing
with the president.

I heard he was playing left end
for Notre Dame.

Now look, fellas,
there ain't nothing

personal between Fabrini and me.

He bought a truck,
and he's got to pay for it.

- Why?
- Because everything on that..

...hunk of junk makes noise
except the horn.

I'm standing on my legal rights.

- I got to make a living, too.
- Why?

Because it says in the law..

I ain't gonna argue with you
fellas.

Miss, did you see
Joe Fabrini around?

I know he's been here.

He pulled out more than
an hour ago.

Yeah? Then whose wheel
is that outside?

It's mine.

Want to make anything
out of it?

Now-now-now,
no offense, no offense.

Now, listen, runt.
We don't like you around here.

- Yaah!
- Throw him out, boys!

- There he goes!
- There he goes!

Hooray!
He's over for a touchdown!

Thanks, honey.
I'll do you a favor sometime.

No, that's alright.
I don't like the installment

guys either,
they got a coat of mine once.

How much do we owe
you for the chow?

- Thirty six.
- Here you are. Keep the change.

- Thanks.
- It's alright. He's on his way.

Thanks, fellas.
I'll be seeing you.

- So long, Joe.
- Take it easy.

- Take it easy, Joe.
- Come on, kid.

Where's the wheel?

Right over there.

If we're lucky,
maybe we can get a ride.

Who's this?

- Oh, hiya, Dawson.
- Hello. How are ya, Joe?

Hello, Dawson. Will you give us
a lift? We had some trouble.

- Yeah. Williams told me.
- Williams?

Yeah. He sent me here
to pick up your load.

Why, that dirty muzzler. After
carrying the load all this way

we don't get a dime
out of it.

Suppose we don't give it to you.

Well,
you can suit yourself, fellas

but if you miss the market
with those apples

you're gonna take a rap
for the whole load, you know.

Yeah, well,
just let him try to collect.

Shut up.
Of course he'll collect

out of the dough he owes us.

You're a nice guy, Dawson.

Why do you pull stuff like this?

It ain't my fault, Joe.
I got a wife and a kid

and another one on the way.

I got to do
what Williams tells me

or I don't get no hauls.

Don't get sore at me, fellas.

I'd like to kick that
chiseler's teeth out.

Oh, that ain't gonna
get you nothing.

And besides,
Hank ain't interested.

Come on. Let's hop in.

Give us a hand with this,
will you?

Yeah, sure.

- Ready? Up.
- Yeah.

"That's it.'

Our rig's about two miles
down the road.

And where do we go from there?

We better go back to Frisco
and see Williams.

By the time I get home
to my wife

I'll be too tired to
turn out the light.

Come on. Williams oughta be
in his office by now.

Okay.

What if he don't see it?

What do you think?

- Hello, Joe.
- Hello, Paul.

- Hi.
- How they rolling, Joe?

How's that broken-down
tub of yours?

No loads, no loads, yet, boys.
Hang around.

What do you think we've been
doing the last three days?

Tell Williams me and my brother
wants to see him.

You guys in again?
You just heard me

say there ain't any loads out.

Who said we wanted any? We don't
get paid for them anyway.

Oh. Oh, hello, boys.

How'd you get back?

What's the difference?
We're here.

We oughta wrap a crank
around your neck.

We got a pretty good
hunch it was you

who put Farnsworth on our tail.

Oh, what did I want
to see you boys

lose your truck for?

Now, look. I
got some beer hauls

in mind for you something
that's coming up real soon.

Beer's out,
you bring back the empties.

About three hauls a week.
How would you like that?

We'd like it fine
if we got paid for it.

You've been horsing us
around long enough.

We ought to break your crummy
neck for leaving us stuck out

on the road with a busted wheel
and lifting our load.

What do you want me to do?
Dig into my pocket

every time you guys fold up
a wheel or blow a tire?

- I'm just as broke as you are.
- What is this, tin?

Here, here, here.
Where's your manners, anyhow?

Going into
a man's private papers.

You owe us 300 bucks, chiseler,
and you're gonna pay us now!

- If you don't--
- Alright, alright!

Don't get hot.
I'll give you a check.

What will we do with it?
Use it for a tire patch?

We'll take it out of here. Cash.

Let go of him, Paul,
and write out a receipt.

I hope
you guys know there's

a law against
taking people's money.

If that were so, you'd have been
in the clink years ago.

I knew you'd see it our way
when we put it up to you right.

You mark my words.
You guys are gonna regret this.

That's okay.
We're tired of taking

all the chances and leaving
all the dough to you.

Ah! That's the worst of
you road slobs!

You're always getting
too big for your britches.

But I don't mind
telling you one thing.

This is the last load you'll
ever get out of this office.

Then in that case, we haven't
got anything to lose, have we?

There's your receipt.

There's a bad curve
sitting out front.

It's got mud on it.
Be careful.

Go to sleep, will you?
I'm driving now.

I was just reminding you.

If we go over a cliff,
wake me up.

Pour on the brakes.

'If we're gonna stop
and pick up'

‘everybody
we see along the road'

‘we ain't gonna get in
till next week.'

It's a dame.
It won't hurt us'

'to get her outta the rain.'

It's too bad one of them
hotshot passenger cars

couldn't find time to
give her a lift.

Come on. Hop in.

Thanks.
I was beginning to wonder

if I'd ever get a ride.

Well, you got one now,
so relax.

Hey, you're the dame that was
slinging hash at Barney's.

- That's me.
- Well, what happened?

Barney had about 12 hands,
and I didn't like any of them.

- Aw, Barney's alright.
- Yeah.

You didn't have to pass him
a hundred times a day.

It was like tangling
with an octopus.

- How far are you going?
- How far are you going?

- We're going to Los Angeles.
- That's okay by me.

I'd just as soon be out of a job
one place as another.

Oh. Wait a minute. I better..

...wrap you up.

- What's your name, Red?
- Cassie Hartley.

- Do you know anyone in L.A.?
- Uh-uh.

- Well, what are you gonna do?
- Get a room, look for work.

Jobs ain't growing on
bushes these days.

- How much dough you got?
- Enough to get by.

You're gonna knock
your teeth out chattering

if we don't
get something hot into you.

Pull into Mandel's, Paul.
We've been rolling pretty good.

Oh, Pearl's
waiting up for me.

I've been figuring on
spending an hour with her.

So you'll spend
a half-hour with her.

Look. It's clearing up.
We'll be alright.

Oh, don't stop on my account.

Well, we got to stop somewhere.

It might as well be Mandel's.

That ain't home.

Oh, Pearl can't cook a steak
like Billy Mandel.

I ain't interested in steaks.

Ohh!

How come you're here, Irish?
Ain't you behind schedule?

Oh, hello, Joe.
I've been having tough luck.

I won 48 free games.
I tried to

shoot them back
but I kept winning more.

Only three games left, and I can
hit the road, and I'll have to

push my foot right
through the floorboard

to make up my schedule.

Well, what'll it be, boys?

A T-bone, rare,
and make it good this time.

The last one I had here could've
been used for a manhole cover.

Honey, this one will be
so tender

it'll throw its arms
around you and kiss you.

- Same for you?
- Yeah.

- I'll just have some coffee.
- Bring her a steak.

Fattening her up, huh?

- Something else for you, honey?
- Yes.

Cool off your imagination.

Hey, McNamara.
Where are you going?

- What's it to you?
- Come on. We go.

What's the matter?
Don't you know me?

- Hello, Joe.
- Come on. Sit down, Harry.

Ah.. What are you guys
doing here?

What do you suppose we're doing
here? Have a cup of coffee?

I had five. Didn't do any good.
I'm still sleepy.

- Come on. We go.
- Yeah, he's right.

I haven't seen my wife
for so long.

As soon as I deliver this load

I'm hot-tailing it home empty.

Bet when I walk in the kids
will say, "who's that man?"

You should have wrote, Harry.

I know how worried Pearl gets.

No use writing now.

I'll be home tomorrow night
and surprise her.

I hear you've been
doing pretty good.

Yeah. I got the truck
all paid for. Don't owe a cent.

Well, come on. Let's go.

When you guys are hitting
the road tomorrow night

think of me in that
nice white bed.

So long, guys.

So long, Harry.

Well, you gotta have your
brains knocked out

to be a truck driver.

You don't have to,
but it helps.

Ah, here she goes, boys.
The last game.

Then I can hit the road.

I don't know why I get
tangled up with them machines.

They almost cost me
my job three times.

- Irish, you remember Cassie.
- Oh, sure. Hiya, Cassie.

- Quit working for Barney?
- Yeah.

He was always trying to tie
my apron strings.

Well, there's nothing
wrong with that.

There is if you're not
wearing any apron.

Fifty-eight free games!

I'll never get away from here.

- What's that for?
- Gonna pass.

If it's clear ahead,
he'll wink back at me.

That's funny.
It looks clear to me.

- Hey, Paul.
- Yeah? What is it?

Ain't that McNamara's truck
up ahead of us?

What do I care
whose truck it is?

Yeah, it looks like it.

tis.

What's the matter with him?
He's all over the road.

- He must be asleep.
- Blow your horn.

Not unless I have to.

He might come to
and run his rig off the road.

We got to try to head him off.

Watch out he don't cut into us.

Get over close.
I'll try to hit his hood

with this and wake him up.

Pull over closer,
and I'll try to hop aboard!

Watch out!

Grab the extinguisher!

- How many in there?
- There were two.

Oh, Paul, you're late.

How's about coming in for
some coffee, Joe?

Oh, this is Cassie Hartley.

This is Pearl, Paul's wife.

- Hello.
- Pleased to know you.

Come on, Joe.
It's cold out here.

Can't stop this trip. I'll just
about make the market now.

- What's the matter with Paul?
- Oh, he'll be alright.

He just needs a good
night's sleep.

Tell him I'll wire him from L.A.

what time I'll pick him
up tomorrow.

- Bye.
- Good-bye.

Bye.

I can't figure you out. If you
took care of your truck the way

you take care of yourselves, it
would fall apart in two weeks.

We're tougher than any truck
to come off any assembly line.

I bet your friend Harry McNamara
thought that, too.

Forget about Harry,
will you?

He probably was so tired
he thought

the whole thing was a dream.

Oh, how much money you got?

Come on. How much?

A dollar, twelve cents.

Just what I thought.

Not even enough to rent a room.

- I'll get b
- How? g

When I get rid of this load,
I'll get you a room.

Oh, you needn't do that.
I'm grateful for the ride.

You've been nice.

If I let you go,
I'll be worrying

and wondering
what happened to you.

And I got enough worries
the way it is.

Well, I guess I'd be pretty dumb
not to say yes.

Maybe I'm dumb anyway.

You can figure that out later.

Well, I ain't used to
taking in roomers

at 4:30 in the morning.

It's never too late to start.

Some of the best people
check in at 4:30.

Well, I don't know about that.

I never see any of them.

Well, anyway,
you got a bed for a week.

Yeah.

That'll give me time to
find something to do.

I'll pay you back.

I'm real worried about that.

I got it all doped out
with the cops if you don't.

What are you crying for?

I don't know. Just crying.

If you got a load of your face,
you'd stop.

You look like you walked
through a sprinkling system.

Oh, you dames are sure screwy.

Paul's wife's always pulling
the same stuff, too.

What stuff?

Oh, one minute she's alright

the next minute,
she's bawling.

She never knows why.

The trouble with her is
she wants a kid.

Paul says no go.
They can't afford it.

Don't get me wrong.
That's not why I'm crying.

I get a kick out of you.

I've picked up lots of girls
on the road

but none of them
ever was like you.

Come here.

Come on. I ain't gonna bite you.

Oh, I wasn't afraid of that.

I always have liked redheads.

You shouldn't.
Red means stop.

I'm color blind.

Well, uh,
I think I'd better unpack.

Joe, don't you think
you'd better get on your horse?

Oh, what's the rush? We got
a lot of things to talk about.

We can talk about those
some other time.

Now is a nice time. When I'm
relaxed, my thoughts are clear.

Yes. I can even read 'em
from here.

You know something, Red?
I like you.

I like the way you fill out
your clothes.

I like everything about you.

Are you glad you ran onto me?

Yes. You're a nice guy.
But you've got to remember

that nice guys always leave
when ladies ask them to.

That nice, I ain't.

Mister, you worry me.

- Oh, Cassie.
- Hmm?

You're plenty beautiful.

Joe, you need sleep,
and so do I.

Will you do me a favor
and get going?

Joe?

Joe.

Oh, I'm, I'm sorry I woke you up

but I was trying to
shut out the kid noise.

That's alright.

Ohh.

- I got to get going.
- You sure slept.

That's the first time
I've been in a bed in weeks.

It felt good.

- Where did you sleep?
- Chair.

Oh, I'm sorry, kid. I, I didn't
mean to gyp you out of your bed.

You didn't mean anything. You
went out like you were slugged.

You oughta get
yourself a regular job.

What do you see ahead
in the trucking business?

I'm on my own, anyway.

You know, if a guy can get
together two or three big rigs

there's a fortune in this
business.

You really believe that,
don't you, Joe?

Sure, I believe it. If I didn't,
I'd be on Paul's side.

I'd quit right now and let that

chiseler Farnsworth
take the truck

and go out and grab a job
digging ditches.

After what I saw last night,
digging ditches

looks pretty good to me.

No future in it.

Hmm. A shave wouldn't go bad,
but I ain't got time now.

I got to get down to the market
and hustle up a load.

- When'll you be back?
- Oh, that depends.

- Maybe a couple of days.
- Good.

- I'll have a job by then.
- Oh, that's the talk.

In the meantime,
you got to eat. Here.

This won't take you
into the Coconut Grove

but you ought to get enough ham
and eggs till I get back.

You must be out of your mind.
You may never see me again.

Don't worry about that.
I'll see you.

Joe.

- Don't go to sleep on the road.
- I won't.

Not after a pep-up like that.

And don't practice that
on anyone else.

Save it for me.

- Hiya, fatso.
- How are ya, Joe?

Oh, I been eating.
Where you going?

I'm gonna pick up
some watermelons.

- Who gave you the load?
- Me.

A guy would get blisters
sitting around this town

waiting for a load,
so I'm going down to Imperial

and buy some of them
babies myself.

And when the market opens up
tomorrow, I ought to clean up.

You know, they ain't hardly
got a watermelon in town.

That's one way to do it.
Well, good luck, guy.

Thanks. Same to you.

What do you think you're doing
with that broken-down tub?

Parking it. Why?

Well, get it out of there,
or I'll park one on your chin.

I was here first.

Don't look that way to me.

Smack him on the chin, boy.
Shoot for his button. Go on!

- Go on!
- What's going on?

What do you think, the guy's
selling bananas? It's a fight!

Look! Get in there now!

'Go ahead. Go ahead!"

Ed, stop yelling out the window.

You're not a truck driver
anymore.

Gee, sugar. Can I help it
if I get a little excited?

When we got married you promised
to act like a gentleman.

It's disgusting to see
the head of a big company

making more noise
than any of his drivers.

One of those guys looks like
Joe Fabrini.

'It is Joe!"

- You remember Joe, don't you?
- Yeah.

And Joe shouldn't be fighting
in the street like that, too.

Ah, you'll need the other eye
for the road.

And this ain't making
either one of us any money.

Look out, Joe!

Now. Hey, Joe Fabrini! Champ.

'Hey, Joe! Joe Fabrini.'

Come on up here and see
what you can do with a good man.

I used to could hit like that.
And get hit, too.

Oh, boy.

Is he coming up?

Yeah. And a great guy
he is, too.

Say, Lana, what are you doing
with all the dough?

This is 200 bucks this week.

Would you like me to give you
an itemized account?

- Penny by penny?
- Oh, no, sug.

You use all of it you want. If
you're gonna look like a million

you got to spend a million, eh?

Oh, Ed, please.
I've just got my makeup on.

Do you have to get romantic
around noontime?

Well, where you're concerned,
I don't watch the clock.

Well, I wish you would.

Well, as long as
you're having a visitor

you may as well
put your coat on.

Even if you can't
sound like an executive

you might try looking like one.

Oh, you're gonna make
a gentleman out of me yet.

I doubt it.

Oh.

What is it? What is it?

"Yes? What..'

Oh, I wish
they'd stop inventing things.

Joe Fabrini to see you.

Huh? What?
Oh, well, shoot him right in.

Hello, Joe.
What do you know?

Who do you think you are,
Jack Dempsey? Ahem.

- What is that, a gag?
- Oh, shh! No. It's Lana.

She thinks
it makes me look dignified.

What was the beef out there?

Oh, nothing much.
Hello, Mrs. Carlsen.

Hello.

Well, where have you been
hiding? It's a wonder

you wouldn't come up and see
a guy sometime.

Oh, I've been pretty busy.

Oh, the mice must have
got into this.

That was no mice.
That was a rat.

Very funny. Very funny, babe.

That's just like Lana. Right on
the trigger every time.

Well, you and I will strike
a blow for liberty.

You know I never touch it.

That's alright. I'll
strike the blow for both of us.

Well, oh. Oh.

Your liver must look like
a bomb hit it.

Well, you know what I say

"Live and let liver."

Or, or, liver,
stay away from my door.

It's a cinch to think
of fast ones like that

when you've been married to a
smart girl for seven years.

Now, Joe, park it there.

Uh.. Oh, thanks.

Say, Joe..

...why don't you cut out
trying to beat this wildcat

game and go to work for me?

- You beat it, didn't you?
- Well, yes.

You're leading with your chin,
boy. Now, when you're working

for me or any other
real trucking outfit

you can only drive
eight hours at a clip

and you're sure of both
your sleep and your pay.

You know what
I'm gonna do, Ed?

No.

Paul and me are starting
to buy our own loads.

‘After this,
we're gonna make the profits'

'instead of 16 other guys.'

I'm just getting
five brand-new diesels.

I'd sure like to see
you and Paul on one of them.

Thanks, Ed, but I still like
to be my own boss.

You should listen to Ed.
He's talking sense for once.

Oh, don't get me wrong,
Mrs. Carlsen.

I probably sound like
I don't appreciate Ed's offer.

I do.

But I'd still like to
try it my way.

Just a few breaks and
maybe I'll be hiring Ed.

Yeah. And Ed'll be
hauling for you, too.

What do you think of that?

You know where
you can buy any loads?

No. I ain't looked into it yet.

Ah-huh.

I know just the guy.

He knows all the angles,
and since

I'm gonna be working for you
someday, I might just as well

start getting on your
good side right now.

And you better
be nice to him, too.

I'm always nice to your friends.

You see that? She kills me.
I'll be right back.

Where were you last Thursday?

- On the road, I guess.
- You're lying.

You were here in town.
One of the boys saw you.

So I was in town.

I waited so long in front
of that restaurant

they thought I was a picket.

- Don't you ever keep a date?
- I didn't make a date.

You did.

I told you then
I wouldn't be there..

...and I'm telling you now,
I'll never be there.

What's the matter with me?

Nothing..

Except you got a husband,
Mrs. Carlsen.

And it happens that
he's a good friend of mine.

‘Understand?'

Oh, you've been listening
to some narrow-minded people.

There.
What would they say about that?

You know what's gonna
happen to you?

One of these days,
Ed is gonna catch you

and when he does,
he's gonna slap your ears off.

I wonder what I see
in you, anyway.

You're crude,
you're uneducated.

You've never had a pair of pants
with a crease in them.

And yet
I couldn't say no to you.

Don't worry about it.

I'm not asking you.

You better get two cases.

Bourbon!

- Joe.
- 'Yes.'

Go here. That's
the United Warehouse in Pomona.

Ask for Oscar Drake.
He's got a floor load of culled

lemons he's dying to get rid of.

That ain't bad.

There's a flu epidemic up north
and they're hot for lemons.

Yeah. Well, the guy's
had the fruit lying around there

for quite some time now,
so you got him over a barrel.

A couple more days, and he
won't be able to give it away.

- Got any money?
- Enough for a load.

- Thanks, Ed.
- Ah.

- I won't forget this.
- I know.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Carlsen.
- Good-bye.

It was nice seeing
you again, Joe.

Don't forget, keep your eye
on that white line.

You betcha. And I'll watch
all the curves, too.

Now there's a great fellow.

If there's anybody in the world
could beat that

wildcat racket, it's him.

Funny how the dames
used to fall for him, huh?

- Can't understand it.
- Neither can I.

‘Course, by dames,
I mean waitresses and such.

None of them
were high-class broads..

I mean, gals like yourself.

Oh, please, Ed!
Suppose someone should come in?

Well, suppose someone should
come in? Then we'd have to

get married all over again,
wouldn't we?

- Oh, Ed!
- Oh, no, you ain't!

Yes, thank you.

- Who was it?
- It was a wire from Joe.

He'll be by for you
in about a half an hour.

Paul, I think you'd better
let Joe go on again.

- You didn't sleep last night.
- Ah, how could I?

Every time
I closed my eyes I could

see those two guys burning.

Well, I'm thankful
it wasn't you.

Every minute when I'm alone
I expect someone to

knock on the door
and tell me I'm a widow.

Please stay here tonight
and get some sleep.

I can't. I was
enough of a heel last night

walking out on Joe
the way I did.

I guess I'd try anything
to keep you home one more day.

I'm alone so much, it's,
it's got me talking to myself.

Paul, why can't I have a baby?

Maybe then,
I wouldn't be so...so lonely.

Ah, there you go.

Singing the same old song.

You know we can't afford a kid.

It's the same old song from you.

How long do you think
I'm going to stay young enough?

All the girls
I went to school with

have, have
two or three kids now.

Yeah, the girls
you went to school with

were smart enough to marry
guys with real jobs.

Paul. Paul, I'm not blaming you.

I'm complaining for both of us.

We've got a right to
a better life than this.

You could get a job
and even though

there wasn't much money in it,
you'd get it

every week,
and you'd be home nights.

Yeah. Yeah.

Try and tell that to Joe.

Well, who are you married to,
Joe or me?

I can't leave him out on a limb
as long as he thinks

we got a chance in
this business.

There he is now. He must have
burned the rubber off that rig.

Well, I'll see you
in a couple of days.

- Paul, be careful.
- Oh, don't worry, honey.

Everything's going to be
alright.

Listen, we'll have so many kids
we'll run out of names.

Hiya, Fabrini.

Oh. Hiya.

- Your truck around?
- Yeah.

I got it parked
under the kitchen sink.

Now there's no use getting
smart with me.

I'm acting
within my legal rights.

You're three installments
behind on your truck.

Either you pay,
or I take the truck.

- You and who else?
- Me.

And don't try to get tough
about it, buddy.

Where's the truck?

- I don't know.
- It'll be along.

He and his brother
always ride together.

I ain't riding with him anymore.

He may not be by here
for a couple of weeks.

That's alright.
We'll wait.

If you get thirsty, come on in
and I'll give you a mickey.

I'm going out the back and head
Joe off at the highway.

Paul, if you didn't do anything

we'd be out of
the trucking business.

You'd get that job
with a regular pay envelope

and you'd be home nights.
It's what we both want.

Yeah, that's what I want,
alright.

But I don't want to get it
by double-crossing Joe.

If I can save the rig,
I got to save it.

Keep rolling. Farnsworth's at
the house with the law.

Well, he ain't got us this time.

What's the difference?
If he don't get us this time

he'll get us the next.

- What are we hauling?
- Lemons.

- Who for? What do you mean?
- Ourselves.

I bought the load with the money
we got from Williams.

- All of it?
- All of it.

Oh, except two bucks
for rolling dough.

I bought the stuff for
80 cents a box.

- Joe, are you nuts?
- Relax, will you?

When we sell the load, we'll
have twice what we started with.

Ah. You mean,
if we sell the load.

Hey, don't I
rate in this outfit?

What am I, just a stooge?
Half of that dough was mine.

Mine and Pearl's. Don't I even
get asked about anything?

A guy's got to be around
before you ask him.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

I shouldn't have
walked out on you, Joe.

That's alright.

I almost threw in the
towel myself.

Well, did you see any of your
old girlfriends in L.A.?

- Nope. Didn't have time.
- What do you mean?

Joe Fabrini didn't have time
to see even one dame?

You heard me.

It's just like I've been saying

this business is really
tearing us down.

Hiya, boys.
What do you got?

A load of lemons.
You want to see 'em?

I really don't want no lemons

but I guess it won't hurt
if I take a look.

Oh, you can have a look.

- How's the market?
- Oh, only fair.

Drop it right down there.

- I hear you got married.
- Oh, forget that.

Nice stuff, eh?

This ain't no lemon,
this is a lemonette.

Ah, don't try to kid us. We've
been hauling fruit long enough

to know good stuff
when we see it.

I hate lemons,
even if they're good ones.

Come on. Quit stalling, George.
How do you like 'em?

It all depends upon
what you're asking, boys.

Well,
we'll leave that up to you.

I tell you what I'll do, boys.
Since you come to see me first..

...I'll give you $3.50 a box.

Oh, no. No deal. Come on.
Give me a hand, Paul.

Wait a minute, boys.

I'll treat you right.
You know that.

Name your own price.

Well, we hauled
this stuff a long way

and we paid
a good price for ‘em.

We figure they're worth
five bucks a box.

Boys, you got me mixed up
with Santa Claus.

Okay. No hard feelings.

Come on, Paul.
We'll take 'em down to Riley's.

We might even get six from him.

I'll tell you
what I'll do, guys.

I'll give you four dollars a box

but I want you to
throw in some fill-ins.

We bought 145 boxes,
and that's what we're selling.

Okay, robber. 145 boxes is..

Four dollars a box is
580 simoleons.

That's all you'll get.

I don't know, George. I..

Alright. It's a deal.

Hey, Union. Harvey.

Dump that load.

I'll get you your money.

Alright, George.

Here. You always liked apples.

I hope I never have another five
minutes like that again.

We made $500 profit
on the deal.

We should have a lot of
five minutes like that.

Well, we're finally
rolling, huh?

It looks that way.
What next?

We'll buy another load.
Then we'll buy some more loads.

Then we'll buy another truck.

Then we'll buy some more trucks.

Whoa, now. Wait a minute.

Maybe we'd better
pay for this one first.

Don't worry. We'll send
Farnsworth some dough tomorrow.

One, two, three, four, five..
20, 40, 60, 80. $580.

Thanks.

If you guys got
any more good loads

don't forget,
I treated you right.

We'll come straight to you.

Come on. I wanna use the phone.

Give me a flock of change, Leo.

- Say, who you calling?
- Cassie.

Cassie? Who's that?

That gal we picked up
on the road.

I just want to find out
how she's doing.

I thought nothing
happened with that dame.

Nothing did.

But I ain't saying
nothing won't.

Give me long distance.

Hello? Hello, Joe?
Did something happen to you?

- You weren't in a..
- Nah. Nothing happened.

Nothing bad, anyway.

I was scared
when she told me

San Francisco was calling.

I knew it was you
or about you.

- How did you know?
- Oh, I just knew.

- Is everything alright?
- Everything is great.

We got more dough than
we ever seen before.

Say, uh, this is a funny time
to call up a girl, ain't it?

Oh, I don't mind.
I'm glad you called.

- I was worried about you.
- Look, Cassie..

Do you believe in...love
at first sight?

Well, it saves a lot of time.
When are you coming back, Joe?

I think I want to get back
there and see you

as fast as we can
buy another load.

Well, be careful. Don't drive
too fast. I want to see you

quick, but I want to see you
all in one piece.

"Your three minutes are up.
Deposit 50 cents'

'for an additional minute,
please.'

Oh, don't spend any more, Joe.
When you get back to town

we can talk all you want to,
and it won't cost a..

Hello?

Hello?

Give me a cup of coffee, Leo.

Oh, that was great talk.

Pearl and me used to have
them same silly conversations

before we got married.

Who said anything
about getting married?

Nobody,
but you can't horse me.

I know that rash
when I see it.

It all depends on
how smart the dame is.

Oh, your brakes are dragging.

Our rig's moving!

Hey, where do you think
you're going?

Out of that truck! Come on!
Get outta there!

- You, out the other side!
- What'd you mean by this?!

Now, fellows, I'm strictly
within my legal rights.

- You know the law.
- Yeah.

You'd look pretty silly
going around with

a monkey wrench
growing out of your head.

You touch me,
and I'll call a policeman!

If I touch you, you'll
call an ambulance.

- How much do we owe you?
- $300 plus $50 interest.

You sure you ain't
gypping yourself?

- Where's that loan paper?
- I got it right there.

Well, mark on it
"paid in full" in big letters

because that's what
you're getting, cash.

One, two, three, 20, 40, 60.

Here. Give me a 10.

Of course,
you understand there's

nothing personal
about this.

Yeah, we understand.
We love you, too.

Now get out of here.

Well, you don't have to
be nasty about it.

We don't have to be
but it's more fun that way.

Hey, Joe,
what do you say we throw

this monkey over the truck?

That's not a bad idea.

Hey!

Well, baby, you're all ours.

I never thought I'd live
to see this day.

And you're gonna live to see
better days than this. Come on.

We just got enough dough left
to buy another load.

Hiya, Fabrini.
You got that dough you owe me?

Yeah. I'm gonna pay you in full.

I congratulate myself.
What are you hauling?

Pears. Oh, fill it up
with gas, huh?

Well, I see Paul's
asleep again, as usual.

What is it about
my brother sleeping

that annoys you so much?

You've always got your nose
in everybody else's business.

- Come on. Fill her up.
- Okay.

Only if it was me,
I'd get a little sleep

once in a while myself
and let him do some driving.

Paul?

- Paul.
- Yeah. Yeah.

What.. What's the matter?

Nothing, but you'd better
take the wheel for a while.

- I'm knocked out.
- Where are we? Haig's?

Hey, what do you say you and I
stop over here

and grab a couple hours
of shuteye, huh?

What a guy.
For the first time in our lives

we get ahead in this racket
and he wants to stop and sleep.

Sure, I want to sleep.

Everyone sleeps once in a while,
remember?

You'd think I wanted to do
something peculiar.

- You alright?
- Yeah. I'm alright.

But my brother's in the truck.

Shoot your lights down there.

Come on.
Come on, there, hold it.

Paul.

- Paul!
- I'll go and get help.

Paul!

Joe, how is he?

Busted up,
but he's going to be okay.

At first they thought his skull
was fractured, but it ain't.

- Where is he?
- Down here.

It was all my fault, Pearl.

He wanted to stop and sleep,
and I made him drive.

Don't blame yourself, Joe.

It was bound to
happen sooner or later.

I'm grateful he's alive.
The truck's gone, I suppose.

Complete wreck, load's smashed,
and not a cent of insurance.

And we were just starting
to do pretty good, too.

It's always that way, isn't it?

You and Paul
will get another truck

and be back on the road again.

Wait, Pearl.

- Before you go in..
- Yes?

Looks like Paul's going to
be out of work for some time.

And I don't want you to worry,
see. While..

...while he's getting well,
I'll take care of everything.

What are you trying to do,
Joe, soften the blow?

- How bad is he?
- Oh, he's alright.

A couple of cuts here and there.

All except his right arm.

They thought..

Well, they had to do it.

I'm going to surprise you.

I'm going to
surprise you a lot.

I'm almost glad it happened!

- You're what?
- You heard me. I'm almost glad.

Now he can't drive
a truck anymore.

Now he'll be home nights. Now I
won't always be alone, worried.

Maybe it's worth
a right arm, Joe.

Maybe it's worth it.

- Hello, sug.
- Don't you ever knock?

Well, it's alright, we're
married, don't you remember?

Yeah. How can I forget?

Well, what are you going to do,
open up a shop?

Where's the pole
that goes with this?

Oh, to show you how things

break in this business,
you know what happened?

Mm-hmm.

Last night, the Fabrini
brothers smacked up.

- "Truck and all.'
- Was Joe hurt?

No, he got scratched
up a little.

- His brother lost a wing.
- Oh.

Well, what are they going to do?

Well, Joe's going to
wheel a truck for me.

He's a good man,
and I hate to get him that way.

Well, if he's such a good man

why are you wasting him
out on the road?

Where else am I going to
put him?

Anyone with a big back
can drive a truck.

Why don't you put him
in the garage?

In the garage?
What would he do there?

I don't know, there must
be a lot of things he can do.

You're always complaining
how tired you are.

Maybe if you had
someone to help you

you wouldn't always
fall asleep after dinner.

You know, sug, that
ain't a bad idea of yours.

Always thinking
of the old man, huh?

Sure I am, Ed, but you never
give me any credit for it.

- 'Brakes? Check. Check.'
- 'Hand brake? Tires?'

- Check, check.
- Spare tire? Okay.

- Everything set?
- Fine.

- Okay, Sweeney, let her roll.
- Alright, Joe.

Joe.

- Is Ed ready?
- I don't know, Mrs. Carlsen.

- I'll go and see.
- Oh, never mind. He'll be down.

Got a match?

No lighter in this car?

Doesn't work.
Did Ed tell you about

our anniversary
party tomorrow night?

Yeah. I'm sorry,
I can't make it.

But Ed's counting on having you!
Weren't you, Ed?

Sure, what is it,
and how much does it cost?

Joe says he can't make
our party tomorrow night.

Oh sure you can, it's our new
house, I want you to see it.

I gave it to Lana as a surprise.
After she picked it out.

Well I, I had something planned
with Paul for tomorrow night.

Hey, look here, I'm boss.
This is a royal command.

You show up at my new dump
tomorrow night.

Paul don't pay
your salary, I do.

Okay, I'll show up.
But I got to leave early.

I knew Ed could
bring you around.

He must have more appeal
than I have.

She's terrific.

You open your mouth,
she puts her foot in it.

Uh-oh! Here comes work.
Goodnight, Mrs. Carlsen.

See you tomorrow, Ed.

Right on the nose, Irish.
They must have

taken out
all the pinball machines.

Oh, they're getting tougher.

They got a new one at Barney's
that, if you hit a winner

it mixes you up a drink
and tucks you into bed.

But nobody ever wins.

- Hi, Irish!
- Hello, Ed.

Funny. She almost never used
to call for Ed at nights

until you started working here.

Or am I talking out of turn?

Come on, check your bills
of lading and get washed up.

We're going to
Paul's for dinner.

Again? Say, he's sure nice
since he moved into town.

Yeah, Pearl's cooking a steak.

Swell, ain't had a steak
since breakfast.

Oh, boy, I'm hungry!

I wonder what they're
going to have for dessert.

For you,
probably stewed pin-balls.

Huh?

- Hello, baby.
- Hello, Joe.

Aw, that's nice.

How'd you get here so early?

I got a lift
from one of the girls

at the store, I needed it, too.

- How are you, Irish?
- Hungry.

- 'Hiya, fellas."
- Hello, Paul.

Hello, Paul.

- Any luck today?
- Yeah, but all bad.

All the old men
get the watchman's jobs

and that's about the only thing
a one-armed guy can do.

Oh, there are a lot of jobs
you can handle.

Hey, Pearl, don't forget,
medium-rare on my steak

and not too much butter
on my mashed potatoes.

Any special design
you want on the plate?

Come on, everybody, sit down.

You don't have to call me twice.

You know,
when I was riding that truck

I used to think I'd never
get enough of staying home.

- I got enough, alright.
- Relax.

- You'll find something to do.
- Sure.

I can always learn to knit.

And Ripley
will print my picture.

'Have some steak, Cassie,
and pass it on.'

How's things going
at the store, Cassie?

Oh, fine, except I get tired
from being on my feet all day.

I got the same trouble. The only
difference is, I drive all day.

- How's about some beer, Irish?
- That's me, kid.

I'm the best two-fisted
beer drinker in America.

Sometimes I get so thirsty,
I wish I had three hands.

- Cut it.
- That's alright, Joe.

Irish didn't mean no harm,
he's right.

Three hands are better than two,
aren't they?

Just like two hands are
better than one.

- Take it easy, fellow.
- Easy? Huh.

Yeah, that's a nice word.
Maybe you think it's easy

being helpless, waiting for
Pearl to dress me and feed me.

Maybe you think
it's easy sitting around

the house all day wondering
what a guy with no right arm

is ever going to be good for.

Why'd you ever cut me
out of that wreck?

This way, she don't
even get no life insurance.

It don't help to get excited.

Yeah, it's all very well
for you to talk.

You're all in one piece.
You don't have to take

nobody's charity,
like I got to take yours.

I guess he's been moping around
the house too much.

After we eat, we'll go out
and have some night life.

Maybe that'll cheer him up
a little, huh?

I ain't danced in a long time.

Me, neither,
and I used to love it.

It's the most fun you
can have without laughing.

Take a lot to get me laughing.

Say, what do you say
we get married?

Well, I'd like that fine
but you've got

enough
responsibilities right now

with the hospital bills and Paul
still out of work.

Yeah, wish I could
find him something.

Well, why don't you change
your mind and ask Ed Carlsen?

I'd like to, but I can't.

Paul ain't able to do a hard
day's work at the garage yet.

Ed's been too swell as it is.

Guess we've got to just
keep on hoping.

Joe, do me a favor, will you?

Take me dancing again tomorrow
night when we both feel better.

Okay.

Oh, I can't.

I got to go to the boss'
house to a party.

Oh.

Well, don't say "oh" like you
think I'm walking out on you.

- I don't want to go.
- I didn't say you did.

Let's sit down, if we
stay here, we'll be fighting.

Oh, I'm sorry, kid. I, I guess
I got the jitters tonight.

Where's Irish?

He's wandering around
all over the place.

Yeah,
he's doing a little hunting.

Looks like he bagged
something special.

Hello, folks.
This is, er, uh, uh..

- Say, what's your name?
- I'm Ms. Sue Carter.

Sue Carter.

Any friend of his
is a friend of mine.

Uh.. Uh, what's your name?

What's the difference?
Sit down and have a drink.

It's drinking
that makes you beautiful.

Oh! I haven't been drinking.

I know, but I have.

Leave it to Irish to
find romance.

Don't she look like
a million bucks?

And just as hard to get.

- Want to come up for a while?
- I don't think so, not tonight.

I'll make you some coffee.

I don't want any,
it keeps me awake.

- Still worried about Paul?
- Yeah.

Are you too worried to kiss me?

Not that bad.

What's the matter,
you stop loving me?

No, darling,
but I still have to breathe.

Cassie..

...you're the only girl
in this world

I've ever been crazy about.

Joe, you're the only fellow
in the world

who could make me believe
a lie like that.

Come on, come up
and have some coffee.

No, no coffee.

'Yes, sir! That's what
I always tell my drivers.'

No phone pole ever hit a truck
unless it was in self-defense.

I think the guy that wired this
must have baled hay.

There it goes.

Oh! Ohh!

Now get a load,
wait a minute now.

Ed! We have servants
to open the wine.

Oh, now what's the fun of
having champagne

if you can't pop the cork
yourself?

Here now, Irish.
That ain't beer

so don't start guzzling it.

And you and your truck-driver
friends stop drinking so much.

Oh now, sugar, this is
the only eighth anniversary

we're ever gonna have.

Come on,
we got to celebrate.

- Good evening, Mrs. Carlsen.
- You're late.

I got stuck at the office.

I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you
we were dressing.

Oh, that wouldn't have done
any good.

I'm not up in that bracket yet.

Hello, Joe! Will you
have a glass of champagne?

- No, thanks.
- Oh, Ed.

You know Joe never takes
a drink.

I know, he's like me.
I don't either

unless I've got a glass
in each hand.

Don't have any bad habits,
do you, Joe?

None that I can't handle,
Mrs. Carlsen.

Oh, Joe,
how do you like the dump?

- I think it's swell.
- You want to know something?

Lana decorated it all by her
itty-bitty self.

Early American
bargain-basement.

You ain't saw it.

Well, you ain't seen it,
too, Irish.

- Come on.
- Just a minute, Ed.

Don't you think Joe
ought to meet the other guests?

Well, what's the use?
He'll only forget their names.

Huh, Culpeper, I sure thirsty.

- Yes, sir.
- Charles.

Bring Mr. Carlsen some water,
will you?

- Yes, ma'am.
- I said thirsty.

Didn't I? Not dirty.

Look, if you fall on your face

don't expect me to drag you
to bed.

Oh, don't worry about me.
If I fall, I'll fall upstairs.

Come on, Joe.

See, Joe.

We had all the screens removed
because they were fixed

so the flies can't
get out at all.

Hey, this leaves me speechless.

Good, stay that way.

Well, there you are.
Swimming puddle and everything.

Hot and cold running water.

Guess we'll have to
learn how to swim.

Well, right this way,
ladies and gentlemen.

Sure got a nice layout
here, Ed.

Ah, someday you'll have
one just like it yourself, Joe.

And a swell little wife
like Lana to go with it.

- Yeah, that would be nice.
- Yes, sir.

Eh.. And here we have
a badminton court.

Oh, great game, badminton.

Couple of guys chase a feather
with fly swatters

and the one that
don't drop dead wins the game!

Come here.

And, Joe, there's something else

I sure want you to
get a gander at.

You know, around a place like
this there's always

a lot of confusion
about bushes and trees.

Avocados. Male and female.

- Oh, how can you tell?
- Oh, that's easy.

The bashful one's the girl.

And now for the topper.

You know when you drive up, and
you're tired, and you've got to

get out of your car and go
and open the doors?

- Mm-hm.
- That ain't for me.

Get a load of this.

Say, I'm speechless!

- That's where we came in.
- Now, you see..

All you've got to do is
drive or walk between the posts

break the ray,
and the doors start swinging.

- Want to see me close them?
- Mm-hmm.

Say, what will they think
of inventing next?

I understand some
guy's working on a sundial.

Oh, Irish, don't talk silly.
Who'd want to dial the sun?

- Goodnight, Ed.
- Huh?

- I had a swell time.
- Oh. You're going so soon?

Yeah, I've got to be at the
office at 6:30 in the morning.

- Goodnight, everybody.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Irish.
See you in the morning.

Goodnight, Joe. Buh-bye.

- Goodnight.
- I certainly am.

Joe, you're not going.

Yes, uh, remember I
told you I had to leave early?

I'll walk out with you.
I need some air.

It's getting chilly out here.
Don't you think

you'd better go back in?

No. It feels good.

I had a nice time, Mrs. Carlsen.

Do you have to call me
Mrs. Carlsen?

You know, I have a first name.

When I call you Mrs. Carlsen,
that keeps me in my place.

Wouldn't be trying to
get over it

also keeps me
in my place, would you?

Hm. That ain't what I said.

I'm good at
reading between the lines.

Joe, what is it?
What's wrong?

Nothing wrong that I know of.

Well, then why do you keep
acting like this?

Why do you keep pretending
you don't even notice me?

Now, look,
who do you think you're fooling?

I'm not fooling anybody. And
that includes you and me both.

Now, listen, Joe, please.

If I told you once,
I told you 50 times.

I'm doing good at the office.

And I'm not playing around
with the boss' wife.

Ed's been always alright
with me.

And I'm never going to be
wrong with him.

How touching.
The faithful employee.

The devoted friend.

That's me.

Goodnight, Mrs. Carlsen.

Mrs. Carlsen!

Missus!

Missus!

Listen! Listen now! Listen!

I'm going to drink you
all a little toast.

Just a little toast.

- A toast.
- Ah-ha.

Early to rise and early to bed

makes a man healthy,
but socially dead.

Now I'm gonna take you
all to the tango club.

Tango!

Oh, sugar, listen,
will you rush out

and leap into that ermine
gunnysack of yours?

We're going to sneak up
on a rumba.

What's the matter,
not enough liquor here?

Maybe you'd like to
put a still in the basement.

Never at a loss for a comeback.

We're married eight years,
and she still tickles me pink.

Stop it.

Oh, you don't wanna dance, huh?

She don't care to dance,
I always get a partner.

- Oh! O-oh!
- Oh, well, then you'll do.

Huh?

- Ed, pay the check!
- No.

That's one thing
I'm not going to do.

The liquor in here is no good.

‘Cause you can't get
drunk on it.

Then someone must have hit you
over the head with a mallet.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you, Madame.

Can someone help me get him
out of here?

I'll drive him home
once I get him in the car.

You're lucky I stayed sober.

- It certainly does.
- Come on, Ed.

Come on, come on.

I don't want to dance now.
I don't want to dance.

Very well.

Come on, Ed,
the air will do you good.

Oh, I don't know.

What's the trouble?

Who's this..
What's going on here?

Oh, it's a shame.

A fine fellow like the boss
disgracing himself in public.

Yeah.

Come on!
Sit up, you drunken pig!

Oh, no, let's go in the office
and take a little snooze.

Come on, get up and walk!
Or do I have to carry you?

Needless to say,
Mrs. Carlsen, I regret

having to go through
this formality.

He was so drunk.

I always told him something
awful would happen

if he kept drinking that way.

Naturally, I, I couldn't lift
such a heavy man out of the car.

He'd stayed in
the garage before.

But he always came in the house
when he sobered up.

This time, he..

Now, don't distress
yourself, Mrs. Carlsen.

Just take your time.

This time, he must
have awakened still drunk

and started the car.

Oh, it's awful.
He wanted so much to live.

He had everything to live for.

Thank you, Mrs. Carlsen.

I regret that I've been forced
to question you.

I won't bother you any further.

You're very kind.

Please accept
my sincerest sympathy.

Thank you.

)
'Cause of his
death was accidental.'

‘Carbon monoxide poisoning.
Close the case.'

Stop creeping around the house!

'I wasn't creeping, ma'am,
honest, I wasn't.'

I don't want
you snooping around.

I wasn't doing
no snooping, ma'am.

I just come in to see
if you wanted some more coffee.

I've had four cups, I don't
want any more, do you hear?

- Well, do you hear?
- Yessum.

Now get out of my sight
and stop sneaking around!

I don't want you spying on me!

You were supposed to be here
at 10 o'clock.

Sorry, but one of our drivers
crashed into a load of pipe.

- And I had to--
- I don't care about that.

The driver don't, either.
He's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry, Joe.

Being alone in this
big house gives me the willies.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thanks.

That's right, I forgot.

Sit down, Joe.

What was this business
you wanted to talk to me about?

Look, Joe.

I don't know anything
about the company.

I've tried to understand.

And the lawyers have explained
things to me.

Only the more they talk,
the less I know.

Joe, I can't run a trucking
business by myself.

I've got to have someone
to help me.

- Does that mean me?
- Yes.

Ed had such confidence in you.
He said you had great ideas.

And I know
he'd want you to be my partner.

- Partner?
- Yes, partner. 50-50.

I've got the papers all drawn
up, and all you have to do is..

What's wrong?

Don't you want to own half of
a big trucking business?

With anyone else,
I'd think it was a swell deal.

But you..

- I don't know.
- Why not, Joe?

It's good for me because if
I don't get someone to help me

I'll end up losing the business,
and it's good for you

because you'll never
get a chance like this again.

- No interference?
- None, I promise you, Joe.

I don't know anything about
trucks, how could I interfere?

I wasn't talking about trucks.

Oh, you've got to help me, Joe.

I haven't anyone else
in the world to turn to.

Well, what's it going to be?

If it's going to be like
you say, you can count me in.

Oh, I'm so glad, Joe.
Neither of us will regret it.

Now, how about that drink
to celebrate? Just this once.

Okay, I'll take a short one.

It's going
to work out fine, Joe.

I know it will.

And it's what
Ed would have wanted.

Maybe you're right.

Well..

Here's to our partnership.

May it be a long and happy one.

It could work out pretty good.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll figure out new lines,
buy new trucks.

‘Why, we'll be getting business
we never even thought about.'

- 'We'll go a long way.'
- Yes, we will.

Hey, Joe.
Who sneaked those rigs in?

New refrigerator jobs.

Opens up a lot of dairy
business for us.

I don't know where I'm going to

get 20 drivers
quick to wheel them.

You know Bill McGowan?
Is he a good driver?

Well, I don't want to say
anything bad about the guy.

But when the road
turns the same time he does

it's just a coincidence.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

What's the trouble?

Got to clean and adjust
the points.

- How long will it take?
- About 15 minutes.

- Hello, Joe.
- Oh! How are you?

These the new trucks
you were telling me about?

Yeah, mm, I see you
got a new buggy yourself.

Blowing all the profits, huh?

Well, we're making a lot of
profits to blow. Why not?

Say..

That's a snappy outfit.

- You like it?
- Mm-hm.

I didn't think you'd notice.

It isn't too soon for me
to stop wearing black, is it?

- No, I don't think so.
- That's the way I felt.

Well, take a good look, Joe.
You're not gonna see me

in the same outfit twice
for months.

Pardon me.

Hello, Cassie.

Come on, I want you to meet
Mrs. Carlsen.

This is Mrs. Carlsen.
This is Cassie Hartley.

'I'm glad to know you.'

Uh, if you're talking business,
I'll wait outside.

Oh, no. Cassie and I were going
out and get a quick dinner.'

- Would you care to come along?
- No.

- No, thank you.
- Joe!

Oh, what's the matter? Uh..

Get some water.

Never mind,
we'll take her to a doctor.

Take me home.

‘But don't you think
it'd be better--'

- I said take me home!
- Hop in, Cassie.

I'll run it in the garage
for you.

No, stop! Let me out!
Stop it, Joe, do you hear?

- 'What's the matter with you?'
- 'Please let me out!"

Please let me out!
Please let me out!

Is there anything I can do?
Would you like me to come in?

Leave me alone!

Here are those
federal gas papers, Joe.

They look alright to me.

Fine, George,
I'll go over them right away.

Well, Joe, Mrs. Carlsen's been
around here while you were

out to dinner, I don't know,
she may be here yet.

Okay.

- Hello, Joe.
- Oh, uh...hello.

We may knock over that, uh,
federal gas contract.

- That's swell.
- How do you feel tonight?

- Oh, much better.
- Oh, that's good.

Sorry about yesterday, Joe.
Guess my nerves just gave out.

You ought to go away
for a while, get a change.

You've been hanging
around that house too much.

Maybe I will.

Your friend, Ms. Hartley..

...she's very nice.

- Known her long?
- Quite a while.

Did you have a nice time
after you left me?

It was alright.

You must apologize to
Ms. Hartley for me.

Oh, she didn't
think anything of it.

- How about some dinner, Joe?
- I've had mine.

Well, you could sit with me
and have a drink and..

Maybe we could dance.

I'd like to, but I've got to
get some estimates out.

- Figures on the new trucks.
- I know, I know.

But you can do all that
tomorrow morning.

Oh, I've got a lot of other
things to do in the morning.

And this is very important.

It's the only time I have
to do it.

I'm sorry, Joe.
I guess I'm a fine partner

trying to pull you away
from your work.

The Frank Conners are
throwing a party Friday night.

They asked me
to bring you along.

- Sorry, I can't make it.
- Can't make it!

Can't make it!
That's all I ever hear from you.

It used to be because
my husband was your friend!

Well, he's dead!
He's been dead for six months!

What's wrong with me now?

- Why can't you make it?
- I'm getting married Friday.

Is that a good enough reason?

Married? To that redhead?

To that redhead.

What made you think you had to
marry her?

I just thought
it was a good idea.

- Any objections?
- Yeah, I got objections.

What makes you think
you can make a sucker out of me?

You better relax.

Don't tell me to relax,
you road slob!

If it weren't for me,
you'd still be

kicking trucks
up and down the coast!

I get Ed to take you
off the road.

I put that clean collar
around your dirty neck.

I put those creases
in your pants.

I'm the one that put that money
in your pocket.

What makes you think you can
walk out on me?

I came in here
on a business deal.

And I've done alright for you
as well as myself.

Don't talk like a fool. I walked
you right into a company

that was set and established.

I gave you Ed's insurance money
to buy new trucks.

I could have picked anyone off
the street that could add

two and two, and they'd have
done just as well.

Well, anytime you don't like the
setup, I can always check out!

Well, you're not getting out.

You belong with me, and
you're going to stay with me.

And if you don't like it now,
you'll learn to like it.

Only you're not going off
marrying that cheap redhead.

I'm marrying Cassie,
and I'm not asking

anybody what
they think about it.

That includes you.

She hasn't any right to you.

You're mine,
and I'm hanging on to you!

I committed murder to get you.

Understand? Murder!

- You what?
- Sure!

I killed Ed!
I killed him to get you

because you were
always throwing him in my face!

"Yes, Mrs. Carlsen!
No, Mrs. Carlsen!"

"No, Mrs. Carlsen!
Goodnight, Mrs. Carlsen!"

You made me do it!
You, understand?

I didn't want to kill anyone.

But you made me murder Ed.

Your friend!

- Joe! Joe, where are you going?
- I'm getting out of here.

- And stay away from me.
- Oh, Joe, don't go.

Forget what I said.
I didn't mean what I said.

I was jealous, I didn't know
what I was talking about.

I didn't kill Ed,
it was just an accident!

Save that record for
someone else.

- You may need it!
- Oh, listen, Joe!

I'll be a good sport!

Marry her, and I hope
you're happy with her

only please don't leave me!

Please come back!

I didn't want to kill anyone.

I didn't.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

He made me do it.

Yes.

He made me kill him.

He made me kill him. He said
he'd kill me if I didn't.

I didn't want to do it,
but I was afraid of him.

I had to.
Joe wanted the insurance money.

He wanted everything
for himself.

- He made me do it.
- 'Just a moment.'

Have Joe Fabrini
of the Carlsen Trucking Company

picked up immediately,
and you come in here.

In other words, Mrs. Carlsen,
when you were in this office

the morning after
your husband's death

your statement
was a complete lie.

Yes, but I didn't want to lie.

I was afraid
to tell the truth then.

- Now I'm not afraid anymore.
- I see.

And the real truth is
that you were coerced

into murdering
your husband by Fabrini.

Yes, yes, that's it.

That's it.

He made me kill him.

Sit down.

Mrs. Carlsen, I'm going
to dictate for your signature

the confession
you've just made to me.

Uh, correct me if I'm wrong.

"I, Lana Carlsen.."

She never thought I'd see her.

I'll bet she was surprised
when they told her I would.

I'll see her, alright. I've got
a few things to tell her.

- Alright, tell her, not me.
- Just wait till I see her.

Just wait.

What's the matter with you?

That door.

- It opened.
- 'Of course it did."

'We broke the ray.
It's an electric eye door.'

- 'Come on.'
- No.

I won't go through it.

I won't go through it,
I tell you!

I won't, I tell you!

- Now stop it.
- No, I won't. No, please!

'Please don't make me!'

Thought you'd show up.

Now that you're here,
what do you want?

I want you to tell the truth.

What do you think the truth is?

Joe had nothing to
do with killing your husband.

And what's more,
he had nothing to do with you.

Is that so?

What do you think
he was doing all those nights

he was supposed to
be working in the garage?

Do you think
he was in the garage at all?

Why do you think I took him
into the business?

Why did I give him my husband's
insurance money to play with?

Because he had an honest face?

You could talk to me
from now on.

But you'd never make me
believe that Joe

ever laid a hand
on anyone like you.

What makes you so sure of that?

I love him, I know.

You love him.

You don't know
what it is to love a man.

But I do.

And I'll take him with me
wherever I'm going.

You're worse than I ever thought
anyone could be.

Why don't you tell ‘em
what really happened?

That Joe wouldn't have
anything to do with you.

That you killed
your husband yourself

because you thought
he was in the way.

That you kept throwing yourself
at Joe, but he wouldn't

look at you because he had
you pegged from the beginning.

Tell ‘em you found
out he was going to marry me.

And you decided to
do anything to stop it.

Even if it meant
double-crossing yourself!

You've got it all worked out,
haven't you?

But you've got it
worked out wrong. All wrong.

Because I'm the one who..

‘Stop that door.'

Stop it, I tell you.
Stop that door!

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Come on, come on.

- Your time's up.
- No!

I won't go through that door!
I won't!

- You can't make me! I won't!
- Come on, come on. Come on.

No, I won't!
I won't, I tell you!

I won't! I won't! I won't!

What's the dame hitting
high-C for?

Maybe she don't
like the service here.

I don't know why these things
always got to bust at lunchtime.

This one's alright.
Close her up.

So, Your Honor, and ladies
and gentlemen of the jury

the prosecution will prove
that Joe Fabrini

by means of duress and threats

employed the wife
of the murdered man

as ruthlessly as ever a man
employed a dagger or a gun

'to commit for profit,
a cold-blooded'

‘brutal, preconceived murder.'

And now,
with Your Honor's permission

I will call the first witness.

Ms. Sue Carter.

Is it true, Ms. Carter,
that you attended a party

at the Carlsen home the night
of Mr. Carlsen's death?

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Carter,
the judge is the only person

in this courtroom to
be addressed as "Your Honor."

How do you do?

Now, at this party, during
the course of the evening

did you see Mr. Fabrini
and Mrs. Carlsen

in private conversation?

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Carter,
I am asking the questions.

Now, uh, where did
this conversation take place?

Well, I just happened to be
in the powder room.

Powdering my nose, of course.

And I happened to look out
the window

and I saw Mr. Fabrini
and Mrs. Carlsen

standing by the side of
his car arguing.

Did you hear
what they were saying?

Well, I didn't exactly hear.

You understand, I didn't try.

But it seemed to me that
one of them

wanted the other one
to do something.

But I couldn't tell who
wanted who to do what to which.

Mr. Fabrini,
when your brother became

head of
the Carlsen Trucking Service

did you get a job as traffic
manager with the company?

- Yeah, but..
- 'Objection!"

'The question is a leading one."

- Objection sustained.
- That's all.

Now, Ms. Hartley,
you say that you and Mr. Fabrini

have been in love
for some time.

- Plan to be married.
- That's right.

Can you tell me why you didn't
get married some time ago?

We couldn't afford it.

Did Mr. Fabrini
work evenings quite a bit?

Yes.

Could you swear that Mr. Fabrini

was actually in his office
working on those evenings?

No, but I..

Isn't it just possible that
Mr. Fabrini didn't marry you

because he would
have found such a marriage

inconvenient in his relations
with Mrs. Carlsen?

- Objection!
- Objection sustained.

The witness will not have to
answer that question.

Isn't it true that
Mr. Fabrini carefully kept

you two ladies apart
until one evening

in the company garage,
when he got his dates crossed

he suddenly found
you both face to face?

- Well, Joe never did--
- I object, Your Honor!"

Objection overruled.

Isn't it true that
Mrs. Carlsen was so unnerved

at finding out about you
that she fainted?

- She was ill.
- Certainly she was ill.

Ill of shock. Shock at
finding the man she loved

and for whom
and at whose behest she murdered

her own husband
in the arms of another woman!'

No, no, that's not right.
Joe didn't help in any murder.

He didn't have anything
to do with it.

- If he'd even thought that--
- That's all.

Did you say anything to
Mr. Fabrini about Mrs. Carlsen?

I don't remember.

Did you ever notice that
after Mr. Fabrini came to work

at Carlsen's,
that Mrs. Carlsen frequented

the company garage
more than she had previously?

- I don't remember.
- Don't you remember anything?

Why don't you remember?

Maybe it's because
I got a bad memory.

Now, Your Honor and ladies
and gentlemen of the jury

I call to the stand
Mrs. Lana Carlsen.

Stand up, please.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Take the chair.

State your name.

Lana Carlsen.

You will speak up, please.

You were,
at the time of his death

the legal wife of
Edward Carlsen?

Yes.

How long before
the death of Edward Carlsen

were you acquainted
with Joe Fabrini?

- Two years.
- Where did you first meet him?

Mrs. Carlsen, I asked you
where you first met Fabrini.

You will answer the question,
please.

He was laughing.

Yes, he..

...he was laughing.

He kissed me when he was drunk.

Yes, he kissed me
when he was drunk.

So I got a new car.

Yes, I..

I got a new car.

‘And I bought some new clothes.'

Yes, they were...pretty.

And he..

...he used to tell
terrible jokes.

‘And he'd laugh at them.'

He was always laughing.

And then..

...I saw him lying there.

Drunk.

I heard the motor running.

And I...saw the doors.

I heard the motor.

I saw the doors.

"The doors made me do it.'

Yes.

The doors made me do it.

The doors made me do it.

The doors made me do it!

Matron! Matron!

- Remove the witness.
- 'They made me do it!"

They made me do it!

The doors! They made me do it!

"The doors!
The doors made me do it!"

Your Honor! Your honor, I move
that this case be dismissed

on the ground that
the sole valid witness

to the alleged crime
is obviously insane.

Court is adjourned
while the state's alienists

examine Mrs. Carlsen.

Everybody rise.

- City desk and hurry!
- Give me the desk!

- '...and snappy!
- Hello, Ed, well, here it is.

The doctors all say she's daffy.

Yeah, completely nuts.

They had to take her away
in a straitjacket.

Yeah, that's right, case thrown
out of court, Fabrini goes free.

Sounds funny, I suppose.

But I can't help feeling
sorry for that dame.

Me, too, in a way.

- What about the business, Joe?
- What about it?

It's like I told you.
I'm giving my share to the boys.

After what's happened,
I need a change of scenery.

What about us?

We're getting married
just like we figured.

I'll dig up a new truck
and hit the road again.

Why, I'll be on top in no time,
I can't miss with..

Say..

You're not going to
tell me I'm not right, are you?

No, Joe. Of course, I hate to
see you go back to the road

but if that's the way
you really want it

I'm with you
around every curve.

Well, my mind's made up.

Gee, I promised to phone
the store.

Do you mind stopping
while I call?

Alright.

- I'll only be a minute.
- Alright.

Hello, Irish.
This is Cassie.

Hello, Cassie,
what's on your mind?

Joe's on his way over to tell

you boys
he's giving up the business.

Have the guys shout him down,
and I'll do the rest.

Okay, kid, leave it to me.

Hm. My mind's made up, too.

'So it's like
I tell you, fellas..'

'...I don't feel I got
the right to stay on here.'

So I'm giving you guys
my share, and I'm bowing out.

No!

- Slow..
- Slow down, will you, fellas?

No. It looks like you're
on a dead-end street, Joe.

That's right, Joe,
these boys want no part

of an executive business.

Paul here he, he can handle
things as good as anybody.

Oh, no, not me,
I got too many other problems.

- We're going to have a baby.
- Congratulations.

Say, does Pearl know?

Hey, that's good news, Paul.

Well, you can give us
some good news, Joe

and say you're staying
on as the head guy.

- That..
- That's right!

Fellas, I..

I'm sure glad
you feel this way, but I..

‘Well, I.

‘What do you think, Cassie?"

Your mind's made up, Joe.

But there's a lot of
angles here.

Somebody's got to take care
of those new accounts.

And I may get that
federal gas contract, and--

I wouldn't try to
influence you any more

than I would the boys, Joe.

But the way you're talking,
maybe you'd better stay.

Okay, fellas.
I'm sticking with you.