BY
MICHELLE MAULER
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Samson strides
across the midway, followed by JONESY.
The midway is a flurry of activity.
Tents are going up, and people are
doing morning chores, as Samson
stalks past, Jonesy limping along
behind him.
JONESY
I'm serious!
SAMSON
Carnies belly-achin'. Sounds
real serious to me.
JONESY
I'm tellin' ya. I got to talkin'
with the men and they were
telling things they're not
happy with.
They pass
a roustabout, OSGOOD, with a wheelbarrow
under a tent.
SAMSON
Osgood! Run get the sedan.
Osgood immediately
drops what he's doing and runs.
JONESY
It ain't just belly-achin.
I got men ready to bolt.
SAMSON
Look, I don't have time for
this.
JONESY
They've been hinky since we
left the circuit. Now you
got us settin' up in the middle
of nowhere. It just don't
make sense to me is all.
Roustabouts,
as they pass, pretend not to be
listening, but there are suddenly
men walking by and standing close
to Jonesy, "not listening."
SAMSON
Look, it ain't my call!
JONESY
Well, then talk to him. Tell
him!
SAMSON
You know that ain't gonna
do a damn bit of good.
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