Beyond the Forest Page #2

Mind if I ask a few questions?

How do you sign those big

fat checks you make out?

"Neil K. Latimer".

Oh? You can write then?

What are you getting at?

When you told me you stopped

going to school when you were 9...

I thought maybe you'd never learned.

That's the excuse I made to myself

for those letters I didn't get!

Anything I had to say to you,

I wouldn't put on paper!

Say it now.

I don't need words!

Get up.

Mrs. West!

You've got another fine boy, Sorren.

Better go get some coffee.

You've been up all night.

It's funny. No matter

how often this happens,

and I got a house full of kids...

it's always a big moment.

You know, I was wishing the

little guy dead an hour ago.

Now that everything's all right...

everything is all right, isn't it?

Well...she had a bad time.

She needs blood plasma.

That costs money.

If there's any work you need

done over at your place...

like painting or cutting wood,

I can come Sundays...

We'll talk about that

some other time.

Better go get some breakfast.

Go ahead.

You tried to take the baby,

didn't you?

No gloves, just your hands?

I didn't have no gloves.

You weren't here. Someone

had to do something.

Keep her drinking liquids and give

her one of those every three hours.

If you know any more

prayers, say them.

You've got to give me credit,

and I've got to have

the plasma and penicillin

right away!

Well, send it C.O.D. and I'll

get the cash somehow.

Well, you don't expect me

to let a woman die

because I owe you 187 dollars,

do you?

All right, all right...

I'll drive over and

pick it up myself.

You'd get that same exercise

if you were a lumberjack!

Yeah, but would I get you?

You haven't got me!

You're here.

Here today and gone tomorrow.

Gone today if I have any sense

before Moose sobers up.

What about that time before?

What did your husband say

when you turned up?

He believed what I told him,

that I'd been lost in the storm.

That's what you told me, when

you wanted in the lodge that time!

You believed it, too!

Wait a minute! You knew

I was snowed in here alone?

And that Moose had a bad knee...

and that Lewis was

taking care of it.

Only a few hundred yards away?

I'm glad I didn't know it then!

I knew it.

Thought you might be worth it.

Was I?

I'm back...

What's your game, Rosa?

What do you want?

You.

You're a married woman!

You didn't make those millions

by having scruples!

I just don't want your husband

taking a pot-shot at me.

Lewis? He couldn't hit

the side of a barn!

I'm the shot of the family.

Besides, I don't owe him anything

for keeping me in this town.

I wish this bag had Loyalton

printed all over it...

I'd punch the daylights out of it!

Why didn't you get out on your own?

What as? A telephone girl?

A stenographer, a waitress?

You could get me out!

Sure I could, but why should I?

Because I'm the kind of

woman you need!

Rosa, you're a scream.

Don't you know that half of

the society dames in Chicago

trot their daughters out

for my inspection?

Like fillies at a racetrack!

Girls with beauty, breeding,

accomplishments.

Girls who've been places,

speak languages.

Not yours!

Maybe I want to learn theirs.

You can't teach an

old dog new tricks.

I want you to marry me!

Take a deep breath, Mildred.

There.

You can feel it, can't you?

Like warm rare blood.

It's beginning to work.

I knew you'd do it.

I knew you'd pull her through.

She pulled herself through.

It's her own will to live.

And prayer!

Blood.

Rosa!

Anybody home?

Jenny?

Rosa! You got back all right.

I got back.

How's your foot?

Fine.

What a dump.

Don't start hating it

till it's paid for!

To some men, 3000 dollars

is just peanuts.

I suppose so.

Where's Jenny?

I let her go home. Didn't know

when you'd be back.

I haven't had anything

to eat all day.

She probably left something

in the icebox for you.

The thing you remembered

about Mildred Sorren...

half the town was worried about her.

You know, that's one

of the nice things

about living in a small place

like this.

You're not just a number

over the door.

People are interested,

they like you.

Oh, write yourself a book, Lewis!

I don't want people to like me.

Nothing pleases me more than

when they don't like me.

It means I don't belong.

I know you're not interested

in my work,

but I just saved a woman's life.

Saved her for what?

Because it's my business

to save lives!

When I can.

There's only one person in this town

who does anybody a real favor,

that's the undertaker.

He carries them out.

Rosa, why do you torment

yourself like this?

- Because it makes me feel alive!

- To hate everything so?

It keeps me from getting soft and

forgetting about all the

things I really want.

There's no use talking to you

when you're like this.

I'm going to bed.

That's big news! Where

else could you go?

Coming up?

No, I'm going to lie here awhile.

Cool off.

Number 86.

Hello, Steve?

This is Frank down at the station.

There's a lady here wants to

go up to the Latimer Lodge.

Cost you 10 bucks and another 5

to take you across the lake.

That's all right.

She says that's all right.

Sure.

It'll just be a few minutes.

You can wait inside.

Oh no thanks. I guess it's as

cool here as anywhere.

Hello.

I don't know why I

brought this with me.

It's nearly as hot here as Chicago.

It sounds like New Year's Eve!

Does that happen very often?

Four times a day.

It's rather an exciting sound.

Are you staying long?

Yes. We'll probably meet again.

Hello, Rosa!

Oh hello, Mildred.

You certainly go in for mass

production, don't you?

Well, you remember when

this one was born!

My, but Lewis was worried.

He never let on though.

Kept right on the job.

- Good for him.

Now that's what I call a

sweet-smelling geranium!

The funny thing, even when

we were in high school,

Rosa was always different

from everybody else.

Even the way she walked. Like

she was someone special.

It's hard on Rosa being

tied to a town like this.

Hmph! It's hard on the town.

Come on, kids.

Jenny!

Jenny!

Yeah?

Well, why didn't you

answer me, you lazy...

What do you mean, being

dressed like that?

You know I won't stand for it.

I'd think you'd be glad to have

people teach you things.

I was just cleaning house.

No sense getting a

uniform dirty for that.

How would you call this clean?

You can write your

name in the dust!

Mrs. Moline, let's not start

calling each other names.

I got some fancy ones saved

up, just aching to be used!

You get out of this house!

No red indian's going to talk to

me like that in my own house.

- The Doctor hired me.

- And I'm firing you!

There's dishes in the sink.

The Doctor's dirty shirts,

they're in the laundry tub.

Oh, go ahead and finish your work!

I'll talk to you later.

If I don't get out

of here, I'll die.

If I don't get out of here,

I hope I die.

And burn!

Oh hello, Lewis.

Who do you think this is?

Hello! We meet again!

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