Key Largo

- Hello, Eddie. - Hello, Ben.

What gives?

We're looking for a couple of Indians broke out of jail.

Young bucks in fancy shirts.

If you see anything of them, telephone my office at Palm Grove.

Okay.

Those Indians they're looking for must be from around here.

- They always head for home. - Home being Key Largo.

Want something, Jack?

- Mr. Temple around? - He ain't here.

Hotel is closed.

- When will he be back? - I don't know.

Have a beer?

- The bar is closed. - That's right.

I told you, didn't I? Hotel's closed.

In the summertime, everything's closed.

Give him a drink.

Give him a drink!

You heard me! Give him a drink!

- You said beer? - Mmm-hmm.

Thank you.

Think nothing of it.

Bargain Lass on the outside is running very fast and very hard.

It's Lady Bountiful, they haven't caught her yet.

Come on, Lady Bountiful.

Come on, Lady Bountiful!

Come on!

Lady Bountiful by three lengths.

How's that for picking them?

Can I pick them or can't I?

That's him.

I'll take it up.

If he wants you, he'll send for you.

I like Fancy Free.

Carrying 118 pounds. That's a lot of weight.

- What do you think? - Fancy Free.

- You play the ponies? - No.

- Why not? - I haven't the money.

Aw. Angel, another beer for the gentleman.

You see, 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, 12-1."

Oops, that's ridiculous.

He should be 4-1, even less.

Look at that breeding.

"By Chance Play, out of Misconstrue by Omaha."

Course, he hasn't won in 11 starts, true.

But he's been twice on the money.

And today he's running a $3,000 claiming race.

Ought to be a cinch.

Yes?

What's your name?

McCloud. Frank. By John, out of Helen.

I'm Miss Dawn.

Miss Gaye Dawn.

You. He wants you.

Uh, please excuse me.

Who's that?

- I don't know. - What's he want?

Old man Temple.

Look, mister, if you're thinking of putting up here, the hotel's closed.

- Won't be open for another month. - What are you doin' here?

- We're guests. - Yeah, but you just said...

We're here by special arrangement.

I don't plan to stay. I just wanna see Mr. Temple.

Oh, well, why didn't you say so?

He's out by the boathouse.

- Mr. Temple? - Yeah?

My name's McCloud. Frank McCloud.

McCloud, huh?

- Well, not Major McCloud? - Yes, sir.

Nora!

Nora! Nora!

Come here! When did you get here?

A few minutes ago. I'm on my way to Key West.

Did you come on the bus? I saw it stop.

Hey, Nora!

Hurry up!

Come here!

Look who's here.

This is George's wife.

This is Major Frank McCloud.

How do you do, Mrs. Temple?

Your husband and I were in the same outfit overseas.

As if she didn't know.

I wrote you a letter, Major, to St. Louis.

It was sent on to Portland, St. Paul and Memphis,

all those places, before it came back.

- Ever been down here before? - No, sir.

George was right.

The Keys are different than anything I've ever seen. And hotter.

Uh, don't look for it to get any cooler before November.

The thermometer will go down to about 100.

The sand flies and mosquitoes will disappear.

It'll be right livable for about three months on the Keys.

Except for the tourists.

- That Black Caesar's Rock? - How'd you know?

For one who's never been here, I 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 Blackbeard's own treasure.

He must've dug 10,000 holes.

- Ever find anything? - Oh, sure.

Saltwater, every time.

How long you gonna be with us, Major?

- An hour or so. - An hour?

You can spare more time than that, surely. We got a lot to talk about.

I'll talk as long as you like, Mr. Temple.

Good, then you'll stay overnight.

He can have George's room.

Yes, Dad.

- May I help you? - Yeah, if you will, please.

Afternoon, Mrs. Temple.

Mr. Temple. Any news of the Osceola brothers?

Oh, I'm sorry, Ben.

I want you to meet my son's commanding officer, Major McCloud.

- How do you do? - Officer Ben Wade. Sawyer.

How do you do?

If you don't mind, Mr. Temple, we'd like to have a look around.

Ah, you won't find those Indians, 'cause they ain't here.

Maybe they're in the mangrove swamps. Maybe.

Or maybe if you wanna go wading, you might find them. Maybe.

But if I was you, I'd save myself the trouble.

No doubt they'll give themselves up before morning.

Well, they sure enough ought to. That's a fact, Mr. Temple.

'Cause the longer they stay at large, the tougher it's gonna be on 'em.

Fool Indians. Thirty days to do and they bust out.

Well, 30 days in jail for an Indian is like 30 years for somebody else.

Anyway, I'd like to have a look around.

Now, look here, Clyde, if Mr. Temple says they ain't here, they ain't.

His word's good enough for me, and it ought to be good enough for you.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Temple. Come on, Clyde.

Those two brothers and my boy, George, grew up together.

There's no harm in them.

They just went to Palm Grove and got a little snootful

and started to take Florida back for the Indians.

Came mighty near succeeding, too.

I sent word for them to come in and give themselves up.

Not that I'm supposed to know where they are, you understand.

Oh, Major, I want you to meet Mr., uh, Mr....

- Bass. - Garcia.

We've already met.

My son's commanding officer overseas.

Yeah?

They were in the Italian Campaign together.

- From Salerno to Cassino. - Yeah.

My boy, George, was killed in Cassino.

Yeah?

What's going on here?

Nothing, Mr. Temple.

What's the matter with her?

- Nora? Nora! - Yes, Father.

What ails that girl? She hurt?

Case of one too many, that's all, Mr. Temple.

Now, look here! If you people can't behave yourselves, you gotta leave.

What did you hit her for?

I'll let you in on something. She's a lush, the lady.

After she bends the elbow a few times, she begins to see things,

rats, roaches, snakes, bats, you know.

A sock in the kisser is the only thing that'll bring her out of it.

Your room's ready, Major.

How long have they been here?

That one, Curly, and the woman showed up first.

Dad Temple told them we were closed for the summer,

but he offered to rent the whole hotel for a week.

It was so much money, Dad couldn't afford to turn it down.

Mr. Brown and the others arrived in that big boat four days ago.

Which one is Brown?

He's in number 11. Never comes out of his room except at night.

What's he like?

He's a lady-killer, or thinks so.

Rich, I guess, from the way the others jump when he lifts a finger.

Out of season in this heat.

Why would they decide to sit down on Key Largo?

They'll be leaving here tonight or tomorrow.

Major?

- Were you with George when he died? - Yes.

Was he in very much pain?

He never knew what hit him.

I was afraid he might have suffered.

Come down to Dad's room when you're ready, Major.

Excuse me.

Staying the night, huh?

I'm Curly Hoff.

I heard how you were with old man Temple's son in Italy.

The kid got it, huh?

Ah, too bad.

I hope you didn't take offense at the way we handled you downstairs.

You caught Toots and me at a bad time.

We were ready to bite anybody's head off.

Especially a certain blonde's.

Look, five of us. We come down here for the deep-sea fishing.

All the way from Milwaukee.

More than a year, we'd been planning to come down here and fish our brains out.

So what happens? One guy brings a blonde.

And after we all swore up and down, no dames!

But he's gotta bring her, this guy.

Well, if she isn't drunk and crying, she's got a hangover and arguing.