Meet John Doe, 41
Colonel, John's hobo partner espouses the dangers of money.... and heelots I caught this snipet (yes, on cable) tonight.
COLONEL'S VOICE
Then you get hold of some dough, and
what happens?
BEANY instinctively shakes his head.
Two shot: The COLONEL takes on a sneering
expression.
COLONEL
All those nice, sweet, lovable people
become heelots. A lotta heels.
(mysterioso)
They begin creeping up on you—trying
to sell you something. They've got long
claws and they get a strangle-hold on
you—and you squirm—and duck and holler—and
you try to push 'em away—but you haven't
got a chance—they've got you! First
thing you know, you own things. A car,
for instance.
BEANY has been following him, eyes blinking,
mouth open.
COLONEL
Now your whole life is messed up with
more stuff—license fees—and number plates—and
gas and oil—and taxes and insurance—
Close shot: Of the LUGS at the door.
One of them listens with a half-smile
on his face. The other, more goofy,
looks bewildered. He has been listening—and
now, slowly rises, ears cocked, frightened
by the harrowing tale. Camera retreats
before him—as he slowly walks nearer
to BEANY and the COLONEL. Meantime,
we continue to hear the COLONEL'S voice.
COLONEL'S VOICE
. . . and identification cards—and
letters—and bills—and flat tires—and
dents—and traffic tickets and motorcycle
cops and court rooms—and lawyers—and
fines—
Wider shot: The LUG steps up directly
behind BEANY—and the two horrified faces
are close together—both staring at the
COLONEL.
And a million and one other things.
And what happens? You're not the free
and happy guy you used to be. You gotta
have money to pay for all those things—so
you go after what the other feller's
got—
(with finality)
And there you are—you're a heelot yourself!
