Panic in the Streets

You may be good for something but you ain't no good for me

You may be good for something but you ain't no good for me

You better pack your things Get out and let me be

You never give me nothing but a low down pack of lies

Hey, you. Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Let's go. You're holding up the game!

Sit down and play.

Over here.

Here look.

Can't play no more.

Sit down.

I'm sick. What's the matter with you?

You can't quit now.

Got to quit.

Cold. Cold. I'm sick.

You wasn't too sick to walk off the boat and win 190 bucks

the first night you were in the country, was he, Blackie?

You brung him, Poldi. You better tell him.

What's the matter with you?

There'll be trouble, huh?

Sick. Got a headache. Bad.

No. Look...

Look, buddy, Blackie don't like it.

Blackie don't like nobody to walk out of a game.

I'll talk to him, Blackie. I'll get him back.

No, no, no!

I want that money.

All right. Let's get it.

Need an ambulance?

Not anymore.

Drowned?

No, he's shot twice.

Must have crawled on this site.

Recognize him?

No, he ain't from around here. Some kind of foreigner.

Foreigner, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

Call the meat wagon, will you?

Come on, folks, let's get moving over here. Break it up.

Let's go. Let's go, now. Hustle up.

Hey, Matt, standing in that water ain't good for a cold.

What is?

Eddie. How's it going, man?

The trouble with that little old boy is he just don't realize

the honeymoon is over.

So I says to him, "Man, if you wanna sell me a car,

"you're gonna have to really sell it to me."

Then I'm just sitting back and watching. Yes, sir.

That's telling him, boy. You're working too hard again, Jerry.

Thank you. Will you be able to make it for lunch?

Well, I got a date with a couple of bullets out of this guy's chest.

May take 30 or 40 minutes, but, yeah, I guess I can make it.

Don't waste any time, 'cause I'm real hungry.

Where do you want to go?

I said where do you want to eat? I don't know.

That place down the street's okay.

I kind of like their spaghetti.

Yeah, that's him.

I figured we might try Rendezvous again.

You interested in food or talking to that waitress?

No, you don't pin that on me, Kleber.

You're the guy she really went for.

Maybe, but I don't know how she ever saw me

the way you kept sticking your elbow in my face.

Okay, okay. You win.

We'll try the spaghetti. Okay?

Hey, Kleber. Okay?

Maybe not.

This may take a little longer than I thought.

All right. I'll wait for you.

That the foreigner they just brought in, Kleber?

Yeah. Better stay away from him.

Got to tag him. I said stay away from him.

What's the matter? I've got to tag him.

Look, stay away from him.

Get out. Just stay out of here.

What's wrong? You're acting like...

Just stay out. What's the matter with you?

You're holding the brush wrong, Pop.

Oh?

Yeah, and you got too much paint on it.

Mmm-hmm.

How's that? Better.

Thank you. Mr. Redfield says

that's the worst thing you can do

to get too much paint on the brush.

Is that right? Mmm-hmm.

Why don't you let me do it for you?

Okay.

You better take it easy, now. You don't wanna get paint all over those pants.

Hiya, Tommy.

Hi, Mr. Redfield.

Teaching your pop how to paint?

Sure.

Hello, Doctor. How are you?

Great boy you have there.

Thank you. Thank you.

See you Saturday, Mr. Redfield.

Sure. Sure. Anytime you like.

If things get dull, just drop right on over, hear? Bye.

Who's that?

Mr. Redfield. He's a painter.

Yeah, so I gathered.

He lives in the big house down on the corner.

You ought to see it, Pop. It's full of all kinds of stuff,

and he has electric trains and everything.

Must be great. Hey, you know what

I think is the matter with this stuff?

What? It's too thick.

No. It's too thick. Look at it.

I'm gonna thin it. Find the turpentine.

Electric trains yet.

Clint?

Clint, telephone. Not here.

It's Gafney from the office.

Tell him I went to Alaska.

He's waiting, Clint.

Bosh.

What's your problem? Pop, can I have a quarter?

What happened to your allowance?

It's for the movies, Pop. All the kids are going.

Uh-uh. No.

Come on, Pop.

Now, look, old boy, you're supposed to get 50 cents a week.

Pop, money just goes. You know how it is.

Yeah, I've got a pretty good idea.

Well...

Take it. You're a pest.

Thanks, Pop. I knew you would.

Yeah, I knew it too.

The first day I've had off in six weeks.

I just about get used to it when the phone rings.

What am I supposed to be, anyhow?

The only one in that office that knows what to do?

Tell Gafney. He called, not me.

I should have had it disconnected.

Paul? I thought I told you I was gonna take the whole day off.

Yeah.

What do you mean there's something funny about him?

Yeah?

Well, all right. I'll come down.

Hold everybody there that had any contact with the body

in case it is something.

No, I'd rather you stayed there.

Yeah, I know. It's all right. I'll see you.

Serious?

No, it's always a crisis with those boys

when they can't diagnose something.

I don't suppose that cleaner remembered to bring back my...

Well, what happened to him all of a sudden?

Go ahead and change. I'll bring it in.

Hey, Mom, isn't lunch ready yet? I'm hungry.

You and your father.

Yippee!

And Al Jerio asked me to go hunting today with him down in the bayous.

I know. I know. What's the rush?

Got to meet the kids. We're going to a movie.

Movie? What are you planning to use for money?

I got it.

Nope, I told him just gonna stay home, lie around all day.

Not gonna shave. Just slop around.

Old clothes. Drink a couple...

Oh, Mom!

Now what? Take a little nap in the afternoon.

Have an early dinner. Just take the whole day off.

Relax. You know what I mean?

Did you give Tommy a quarter for the movies?

Well, yeah.

Weren't you the one that decided we'd give him a regular allowance

to teach him about money?

Well, yeah, I did, honey, but you see...

Look, he may be an only child,

but I'm not gonna have him act like one. Here.

I gave you the answer to that one two years ago.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm getting tired of always being the heavy in the piece.

Okay, okay.

Incidentally, since you're being so free with your money...

What?

Holy smoke. The bill from Whitfield's.

Uh-huh. The same one.

What happened to your allowance?

You're kidding, of course.

$42, and I'm fresh out.

Again?

Still. And you've been promising to pay it, Clint.

It's getting embarrassing, really.

I'm afraid to go down to the store.

What, for $42? Let them wait.

I never saw the day old Massa Whitfield

broke his neck getting anything over here.

$42. Listen, one of these days,

we'll walk into that store and pay cash.

One of what days?

Well, one of these days.

Uh-huh.

When one of those oil companies decides

that they can't lay a pipeline in Arabia

without the services of Dr. Clinton Reed.

All right.