Angel Face Page #3

You might have said,

"Awake thee, my Lady-love!

Awake thee and rise!

"The sun through the bower peeps

Into thine eyes! "

Or something like that.

Well, I might have, then again I might not.

Especially not over the intercom.

What do you mean "not romantic"?

You try me some time later in the day.

And not on the phone.

Oh, I spoke to Catherine last night.

She seems interested.

No, really.

Come in.

Yeah, she wants to see you.

Have you got your figures ready?

- Good morning, Miss Diane.

- Good morning, Ito.

I'll see you later.

You can tell me then in person.

I hope you find everything perfect,

Miss Diane.

- All looks wonderful, as usual, Ito.

- Thank you, Miss Diane.

I was under the impression that these

uncomfortable little cars were just a fad.

There's a great deal more to it

than that, Mrs. Tremayne.

Why, you have over 5,000

sports car owners right here in this area.

So I see.

- But aren't there any repair shops?

- Oh, sure,

but most of them specialize

in just one make.

With one big repair shop

carrying all the important parts

for all the leading sports cars,

I don't see how it can miss.

I must say you're persuasive

and your figures seem to make sense.

Of course, my lawyer

will have to look them over.

And there are a few questions.

Anything you'd like to know,

Mrs. Tremayne.

Very well. Sit down, please.

Diane's told me a little about you.

That you were driving the ambulance

the night of that accident

and how she happened

to run into you the next day.

I gather that was when you told her

about your plans for this garage.

Yes, that's right.

- We got to talking.

- I see.

It doesn't really make any difference,

but did you or she suggest

the possibility of my investing in it?

Mrs. Tremayne,

when we talked about my shop

I had no thought of coming here to work.

- I've been saving my own money and...

- So it was Diane's suggestion?

- Well, with her interest in sports cars...

- Of course.

Well, thank you, Frank.

I'll call my lawyer today.

Oh, I don't want you to feel

that you're a prisoner here.

In the evening, I mean.

Surely you have a girl?

Yes, she's working the late shift

at the hospital this month.

Oh, so that explains it.

Well, anytime you want the car

and we're at home,

don't hesitate to take it.

- You'll hear from me, Frank.

- Thank you, Mrs. Tremayne.

Arthur Vance, please. Catherine Tremayne.

May I invade the sanctum sanctorum?

Hello, Arthur?

Can you picture me

as the co-owner of a garage?

In overalls, of course.

No, I'm really quite serious.

I have the facts and the figures right here.

I'd like you to look them over.

Oh, he's a very nice young man.

I'll send the papers over to you.

Or better still...

Oh, I see.

Well, then, when you come back

from San Francisco.

Call me. Goodbye, Arthur.

Now that I've completed

the timeworn gesture,

- you expect me to ask the usual favor.

- Do I?

At this precise moment you are,

with the speed of a mechanical brain,

weighing and computing

an infinite number of possibilities.

Such as?

Well, one, he's spent

this month's allowance.

Two, he's borrowed against

next month's allowance.

Three, he's charged something at a store,

which he promised, word of honor,

he'd never do again.

And four, he's just kissed you

because he's very sorry

and he loves you very much.

- And are you guilty on all four counts?

- All, especially the fourth.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, darling,

but the moment I saw that dress

I knew there was only one person

in the world who could wear it,

my own dearly beloved

and horribly spoiled Diane.

I dashed into the shop.

"Is that a size 10?" I asked.

It was. "I'll take it," I said,

"and hang the cost. "

It was $300 plus sales tax.

I have just enough for the tax.

Charles, at times your charm

wears dangerously thin.

Right now it's so thin I can see through it.

You mean that $300

can so alter your perspective?

Don't speak so contemptuously of $300.

How long has it been

since you've earned that much?

- I've been working incessantly.

- Working!

Sitting in your study sharpening pencils.

Listening to music.

You used to write

a whole chapter at one sitting.

At least, that's what you told me.

True, my dear.

That was before I met you.

You're not that late.

Frank, look what I found

in her wastepaper basket.

Your figures.

I don't get this.

Did she talk to the lawyer already?

Of course she hasn't. I checked.

He's out of town.

Well, then why did she talk to me

like she was...

This isn't against you. It's to get at me.

She's done this to me so often before.

Just because I wanted her

to put up the money for you.

Well, she could have said no

right away, couldn't she?

That's too easy, don't you see?

It wouldn't hurt.

- It doesn't make sense to me.

- But of course it doesn't.

But that's the way her mind works.

Act the lady bountiful,

raise your hopes and then...

- Oh, Frank, I'm so sorry.

- Don't take it so hard.

You had a nice idea.

It just didn't work, that's all.

I'm so sorry for you.

She changed her mind. Forget it.

- We'll make a big night of it, huh?

- Not tonight.

- Now why?

- It would be safer not to.

We have to be careful for a few days,

more than ever now.

What do we have to be careful of now?

Well, if she finds out, she'll dismiss you

and I couldn't stand to lose you now.

So she fires me and I get another job.

Maybe it's better that way.

At least we won't have to play around

like this, hiding like kids...

You don't know her, Frank.

- She'd lock me in.

- Don't be silly. How could she lock you in?

She could do anything to me

because of my father.

If I try to fight her,

she makes him pay for it,

and she knows I can't stand that.

Please, try to understand.

Okay, if that's the way you want it.

Well?

You little beast.

Oh, I concede.

You could win any time you wanted

if you really tried. You know that.

- More brandy?

- Just a little.

Thank you.

Ambulance dispatch desk, please.

Hello, Mary?

Oh, Janie, this is Frank.

Yeah, I have been busy.

No, I tried the apartment.

Your milk and biscuits are by your bed,

and your cigarettes and matches.

What would I do without you?

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night, sweet.

Sleep tight.

No, no message.

All right. Good night, Janie.

Frank?

Yeah?

- Something wrong? What time is it?

- No, don't turn the light on.

Oh, Frank.

Now, calm down. What's the matter?

I can't help you if you don't tell me.

What is it?

I'd gone to bed.

I don't know for how long.

I couldn't sleep. I was thinking of you.

But I must have dozed

because the next thing I

had a feeling

that someone was in my room.

I was too scared to move.

And then I saw her.

- You saw who?

- Catherine.

She stood there looking down at me.

- Didn't she say anything?

- No.

It was so strange.

I wanted to speak and I couldn't.

Then she went over

and closed the window.

I heard her cross the room.

She seemed to pause at the fireplace.

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