A Hatful of Rain Page #5

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Don't stand like that

with your--

your hand on the doorknob.

You look like Mickey Rooney

leaving Boys Town forever.

Go on!

What's the matter, mister?

You look sick.

Why aren't you kids home in bed?

You know what time it is?

Mister, you got a dime?

- Hi. It's me, Chuch.

- Shh.

I, uh, haven't got it, John.

What are you talking about?

You promised me.

Mother wouldn't give me any.

I'm sorry, John. I--

I'd do what I could.

I like you, you know.

I never heard you

say a bad thing,

but I'm hung up myself.

Yeah. Okay, Chuch.

Ohh...

Ohh...

Oh.

Ooh.

Oh, my.

Ohh.

Oh, boy.

- Ah.

- Polo, you shouldn't do that.

You'll give yourself

a stomach cramp.

I g-- I got no choice.

Stomach cramp, or

I die of thirst here.

Hey, where's my pants?

Where are my pants?

Hey, Johnny?

Johnny, where did you

put my pants?

Johnny went out.

So you're mad at me,

too, huh, Celia?

Well, I think you ought

to be ashamed of yourself.

Why didn't you come home

for dinner?

Your father's feelings

were hurt.

His feelings were hurt, huh?

His boy Johnny was here, so

he shouldn't have felt so bad.

Celia, no-nobody said

I was a bum, huh?

All right, I never

graduated high school.

What's that make me, a bum?

Why didn't you lend

your father the money?

Now, he said--

he said you promised.

Yeah, yeah. Yes! Yeah.

Yeah, I know what he said,

and I know what I said.

The money's gone.

It flew south with the birds.

I bet it on one

of Ali Khan's horses.

Gone is gone, Celia.

Any kid knows that.

Gone just doesn't

come back, that's all.

I just asked a simple

question, Polo.

Hmm, I'm glad you didn't

ask me a difficult one.

My father, he's a--

he's a-- he's a beaut.

He comes over to that

nightly circus I work in,

and he tells me it's a joint.

There's-- There's 13 heavy

cruisers leaning on the bar,

and he tells me it's a joint.

You know, I think

you ought to quit.

I think you're too light

to be a bouncer.

Quit? Celia, honey, where

can I make $125 a week?

Where? Huh?

Polo, what's the matter

with you?

I've never seen you

like this before.

I'm drunk, that-- that's all.

I can see that.

But why?

Why? Do you have to have

a reason to drink, Celia?

Can't you just drink

because you like to drink? Huh?

Why does Johnny have

a heart like a snake?

Boy, you're really

going tonight.

Tonight you're like-- you're

like a new washing machine:

p-t-poom, p-t-- Ohh.

I get the feeling

you hate your brother.

Celia, come on.

You're crazy.

I--

I'll tell you one thing, though.

I used to hate him.

Do you know that when

we were in that--

that-- that orphan home,

Johnny kept getting adopted

and nobody ever adopted me?

And I wanted to get adopted.

They used to line us up,

and-- and he'd get picked.

Then he'd come back

to that-- that--

that lousy home

the old man put us in.

I used to think to myself,

just let me get adopted once.

I'll stay.

I used to hate him

every time he left,

and every time he came back,

he used to say the same thing:

"We got to stick together, Polo.

We're the only family we got."

Johnny-- Johnny

never told me that.

Yeah, well, Johnny never

told you a lot of things.

Polo.

Tell me what the matter is.

Why don't you ask

your husband Johnny

what's the matter with him and

leave me alone, please, huh?

You sound just like Johnny.

If I closed my eyes,

I'd think you were Johnny.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, ask my old man who I am,

Celia, he'll tell you.

Uh, Polo, the no-good bum.

Oh, that Johnny.

He's my brother,

and he's a louse,

and that louse

is going to kill me.

Ohh.

Polo, I'm sorry, Polo. I--

Oh, that's, uh...

It's-- It's all right, Celia.

It's a sign of the times.

The sign of the times. It--

All the king's horses, you know,

and all the king's men, they--

What's the difference?

- Polo.

- That's all right.

What's the difference?

I slipped.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Polo.

Polo, will you please

come out and talk with me?

No.

Please?

I'm sorry about before, Polo.

Please come out.

I'm lonely.

There's some muffins

from dinner. Would you like one?

No.

I'm going to have one.

Well, I'll have one, too.

How's the job?

Hmm?

Johnny got fired.

I knew Johnny got fired, Celia.

I was asking you about your job.

Polo, why didn't you

come and tell me?

Honey, I'm a boarder here.

I'm not a personnel manager.

I wish I didn't know

right from wrong.

- What?

- Uh, nothing, nothing.

- Polo.

- Yeah?

I've been wanting to talk

to you every night this week.

We've been here

every night this week,

and that's all

we've done is talked.

You're not listening

to me, Polo.

I'm afraid you're going to have

to find another place to live.

Why?

Maybe you could find a room

somewhere in the neighborhood

and still come here for dinner.

Why do I have to leave?

Because I know

how you feel about me,

and it's embarrassing.

Love shouldn't be

embarrassing, Celia.

It's not really embarrassing.

I don't want

to take any chances.

Let's not be children, Polo.

I want you to leave

tomorrow night

after your father

gets on the plane.

You have to go, Polo.

Tomorrow?

Honey, for Pete's sake,

even Simon Legree gave

Little Eva two weeks' notice.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to go to bed, Polo.

Yeah, yeah. Go to bed, Celia.

You're tired.

Lay your head down on

the pillow and close your eyes.

I'll go if you want me to go,

but to-tonight I'm going to be

in the room next to yours.

And I'll say I love you.

But you-- you won't hear it

because you'll be asleep.

I don't know. M-Maybe

I'll sing you a lullaby.

Why are you doing

this tonight, Polo?

I'm drunk.

That's the prize

excuse for anything:

I'm drunk, and I don't know

what I'm doing or saying.

I... I could never say

anything if I were sober.

- Celia.

- What?

Celia, you know

how I feel about you.

How do you feel about me?

I don't know.

Let's, uh, let's feel

and find out.

No, Polo.

Why didn't you slap me?

I-- I'll bet I could

try that again

and you wouldn't

raise your hand.

Why don't you?

Why don't you pick me up in your arms

and carry me away, Polo?

I'm going to have your brother's baby.

I might be a little heavy.

Celia, I'm sorry.

I love-- I love you, Celia.

I-- I didn't want to.

- I didn't ask to, but I do.

- Johnny, go to bed.

I'm Polo, Celia.

I'm Polo.

Please don't shoot.

You can take everything I've got.

- Shut up. Shut up.

- Please take everything.

I don't want anything.

Here's my watch and... and my wallet.

I have singles in it

and some change.

I got kids and a wife.

Please don't shoot.

Please don't hurt me.

I got a wife and kids.

Take it all.

Take everything.

- Polo.

- Yeah?

- Are you up?

- Yeah, yeah, Celia, I'm up, I'm up.

- Your coffee's poured.

- All right.

- Good morning.

- Good morning to you.

Oh, Polo,

where did you get those pajamas?

They're big enough

for two people.

A Christmas present.

My relatives.

They're hysterical.

Honey, what do you

put in this coffee?

Coffee and water,

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