A Double Life Page #5

Thank you.

Well, I never.

Oh, stop it, Tony.

Stop what?

Making fun of me.

Was I?

Oh, let's eat it.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I'd like to have risen

to the occasion.

I'm tired.

I don't know what's

the matter with me.

I mean, I do know what's

the matter with me.

Sorry, Brita.

Beautiful cake.

It's a beautiful idea.

It's a beautiful thing

you have done.

Let's not go too far, huh?

Do I get to eat myself?

No novelty in that,

is there?

Sticks and stones

may break my bones,

et cetera,

et cetera, et cetera.

It's from Henri's.

What is?

The cake.

Restful here, isn't it?

So far.

Sort of sentimental.

I'm as sentimental

as the next fellow.

By the way,

what about him?

Who?

The next fellow.

Well, I don't know.

Oh, he's a good enough

press agent,

but do you think...

Tony!

What?

New subject.

Why?

I don't like this one,

and it's my party.

Are you gonna marry him?

No.

Do you love him?

No.

Do you love anyone?

No.

No?

Oh, Tony!

Leave me alone!

You haven't

Finished your cake.

I don't want it.

You can't have your cake

and eat it...

And not want it.

Oh, you fool.

Oh, Tony.

New subject.

Good.

What do you think you

might like to do next?

What play?

Yeah.

Max says we'll do

another year in this.

Oh, not with me.

No.

Tired of it?

No. Sick of it.

Sick.

Perhaps you

should stop then.

Yeah, perhaps.

But, you see?

What?

I don't know which is worse,

with a part or without.

Without one, I'm alone?

Bad for me.

Don't like myself

very much.

Don't say that.

Well, it's true.

The only answer was you.

Tony.

And nothing

but failure there.

Not all your fault.

All mine.

Whose fault was that?

Fault?

Oh, we're both responsible

for all our good things

and all our bad.

You don't really

believe that, do you?

No.

Mostly me.

Yes.

Always?

Mostly.

Then I don't suppose

you would want

to marry me again,

would you?

No, I wouldn't,

darling.

Why not?

Because if at first

you don't succeed,

don't try again.

Isn't that how it goes?

No.

Brita...

You're my only friend.

Help me.

Anything?

Anything, Tony,

but let's not try

marrying again.

You're stuck on the guy...

Oh, don't be idiotic.

Why, Bill is?

Don't call him that!

That's his name.

I don't care!

Oh, Tony?

Get away!

Is he smooth?

Is he charming?

Does he speak gently?

Does he write

Lovely stories about you?

Does he dance well?

I don't.

Remember? Do you?

Does he listen?

Does he sympathize?

And what else

Does he do? Does he?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it, Tony.

You want me to go, huh?

Yes.

All right, I will.

Now, Tony, listen?

I don't want to see him

and his silly, lovesick face

around the theater.

Now, you tell him,

or I will!

Oh, Tony.

Meet him anywhere you like.

Meet him here or at his place

or in a rowboat

in central park!

Go away, Tony!

Go away! Go now!

No.

No.

No.

Don't hurt Brita.

Tony, as Othello:

Yet she must die

lest she betray more men.

No...

Get out.

Out.

You know

I'd die before I'd hurt you.

Careful.

No control.

Go home.

"Go," she said. "Go now."

Brita and Bill.

Bill and Brita.

Heaven truly knows that

thou art false as hell!

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Brita, Bill.

Wait.

Go back.

I am.

I am going back.

Hello, Pat.

Surprised to see me?

Pat...

Pat...

Help me, Pat.

Where is it?

Where is she?

Desdemona!

No, Brita.

Go now forever,

farewell the tranquil mind.

Farewell content.

Help me.

Find her.

Brita!

No...

Pat.

Pat.

Pat.

Pat.

Who is it?

Me.

Who's me?

Open up.

Who is it?

Me! Me!

Hello, Pat.

Surprised to see me?

I sure am.

You got your nerve.

Yes.

You waked me up.

What do you take me for?

You look different.

I do?

What's the idea

the middle of the night?

I had to see you.

Important.

Where you been lately

and all that?

I've been away.

Like out of town?

How come no postcard?

You could at least

send me a postcard.

Oh, didn't have any.

Who?

Where I was.

Where?

Venice.

Glad to see me?

Sure I am.

I'm always glad.

Thank you.

One thing,

I always tell the truth.

Maybe that's how come

I got no steady.

You do all right though.

What do you mean?

How many fellas

you got, Pat?

Hmm, a few.

How many?

I don't know

what you mean by fella.

Like me.

None like you.

Any press agents?

What are you

gassin' about?

Any named Bill?

No.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

Coffee's ready.

Even if you wake me up,

I'm glad you dropped over.

Why?

I don't know.

I got the jitters lately.

About yesterday it was,

Vito down at the place?

He dropped a tray

of glasses.

I must've jumped

You need a rest.

No. It's just...

I don't know.

Ha! It's like

I'm scared all the time

I'm gonna get run over

by a truck,

stuff like that.

Or you eat a bad oyster

and you got to get

the stomach pump.

Hey, how do you figure it?

What?

Maybe being alone so much

does it a little.

I may move in with Emily.

You know her.

Emily?

No.

The cashier.

No.

You want to put out

the light?

Put out the light.

And then put out

the light.

If I quench thee,

thou flaming minister,

I can again

thy former light restore,

should I repent me?

What?

But once put out

thy light,

thou cunning'st pattern

of excelling nature,

I know not where

is that Promethean heat

that can thy light relume.

Listen, I think

you better go.

Seen Bill lately?

Who?

Had all his hairs

been lives,

my great revenge

had stomach for them all.

Uh, I think

you must be drunk.

Brita, as Desdemona: He

is betrayed, and I undone.

Out, strumpet!

Weep'st thou for him

to my face?!

Listen, I think you'd better go.

Brita:
Banish me not!

Kill me not!

Down, strumpet!

What's the matter

with you?

Brita:
Tomorrow?

Let me live tonight.

Nay, if you strive...

Emilia:
M'lord!

M'lord!

Yes. 'Tis Emilia.

Let me the curtains draw.

What ho!

M'lord!

Where art thou?

Tony?

Tony?

Man:
Did you or anyone else

touch the body?

Landlady:
I wouldn't

touch a dead body.

Ready for me?

One more shot,

doc.

How did you happen to

come into the apartment?

They phoned from

the cafe she was working.

What's the name of the cafe?

The Valencia.

Would you repeat

that name, please?

Some eye-talian place.

I don't know.

Oh, come on now.

You know the name

of the cafe.

They're picking on me, Joe.

What was the name

of the cafe?

He don't know his elbow

from a hot mug.

So I says, talk to

the dark room, not me.

I know what my exposure was.

Know what he is?

A chowderhead,

a pure chowderhead.

I'm tellin' you.

Whatever happened

to Schofield,

remember him,

big tall guy, didn't smoke?

I don't know.

I heard Dallas.

Yeah. Some girl

he had down there.

Hi, Al.

Couldn't find the joint.

No kidding.

You're good and late.

That desk.

I'll murder 'im.

Look at the address

he give me.

No excuse.

Next time bring a note

from your mother.

What's the deal?

Here.

Thanks.

I got time for a cup

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