Breakfast at Tiffany's Page #4

from Wildwood, Arkansas.

That's hill country.

You just make yourself

right at home, senhor.

Oh, do not trouble yourself.

I'm contented to stand observing

the customs of your country.

Okay, you do that.

Now, come along, Mr Trawler.

Let's see what we can find

to amuse you with.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

I wasn't supposed to pick you up.

You said you would pick me up,

and at the last minute, I had Gil come...

Look, I wasn't supposed to pick you up,

here or anywhere.

-Yes?

-Miss Golightly?

This time I'm warning you.

I am definitely this time going to

calling the police!

Good evening.

Is it something important?

No. Just the guy upstairs.

Complaining about the noise.

He's angry.

Well, he did mention something

about calling the police.

Oh, the police. The police?

Oh. That I cannot have. I'd better

look for Miss Wildwood and go.

To think I'd find a beau of mine,

mousing after a piece of

cheap Hollywood trash.

-Mag, darling, you're being a bore.

-Shut up.

You. You know what's going to

happen to you?

I am going to march you over to the zoo

and feed you to the yak.

Just as soon as I finish this drink.

Timber!

Sorry.

Good evening, Ed.

-It's Paul baby.

-Oh, yes.

-You remember Irving, don't you?

-Yeah. Hi, Irving.

-This is Jos.

-Nice to meet you, Jos.

-Wonderful seeing you.

-Yes.

Jewel thieves.

Sally helps me with my accounts.

I have no head for figures at all.

I'm trying desperately to save

some money. You know, I told you.

I just can't seem to.

He makes me write down

everything in there.

What I get, what I spend.

I used to have a checking account,

but he made me get rid of that.

He feels, for me, anyway, that it's better

to operate on a cash basis, tax-wise.

Some day, Mr Fred, you take this book,

turn it into a novel.

Everything is there.

Just fill in a little of the details.

Certainly would be good

for some laughs.

No. No, I don't think so.

This is a book would break the heart.

"Mr Fitzsimmons, powder room, $50."

"Less $18."

"Repair one black satin dress."

"Cat food, 27 cents."

Sally, darling, please stop.

You're making me blush.

But you're right about

Jack Fitzsimmons, he's an absolute rat.

I guess, of course,

I don't really know anybody but rats.

Except, of course, Fred here.

You do think Fred is nice,

don't you, Sally?

For you, I hope he is.

Give me a kiss goodbye.

Goodbye, Uncle Sally. Till next week.

Goodbye, Uncle Sally.

Goodbye and don't forget

to send that book, eh?

I won't.

What about the weather report?

Oh, yes.

Snow flurries expected this weekend

in New Orleans.

Snow flurries expected this weekend

in New Orleans?

Isn't that just the weirdest?

I bet they haven't had snow

in New Orleans for a million years.

I don't know how he thinks them up.

Moon River

Wider than a mile

l'm crossing you in style

Some day

Oh, dream maker

You heartbreaker

Wherever you're going

l'm going your way

Two drifters

Off to see the world

There's such a lot of world

To see

We're after

The same

Rainbow's end

Waiting 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend

Moon River

And me

-Hi.

-Hi.

-What you doing?

-Writing.

Good.

Well, hello.

-What's wrong?

-I don't know.

It's probably nothing.

I want to see if he's still there.

See if who's still there?

What are you talking about?

Look.

See? I noticed him yesterday afternoon.

I didn't say anything,

I didn't want to sound neurotic

-but when he's there again today...

-Who do you think he is?

It could be anybody, of course,

but what crossed my mind was

suppose Bill's having us watched, huh?

Okay, I'll take care of this.

No. No, don't. Please.

Look, if that's what it is,

you'll only make everything worse.

I'll be careful. You wait here.

Darling, please don't.

I don't think you should.

Now take it easy.

I just want to find out

what this is all about.

All right, what do you want?

Son, I need a friend.

That's me. That's her.

That's her brother Fred.

You're Holly's father?

Her name ain't Holly.

She was Lulamae Barnes.

Was till she married me.

I'm her husband, Doc Golightly.

Paul Varjak.

I'm a horse doctor. Animal man.

Do some farming, too,

near Tulip, Texas.

Her brother Fred's

getting out of the army soon.

Lulamae belongs home

with her husband,

her brother and her children.

Children?

Them's her children.

She's got four children?

Now, son, I didn't claim they was

her natural-born children.

Their own precious mother,

precious woman

passed away July the 4th,

Independence Day, 1955,

the year of the drought.

When I married Lulamae,

she was going on 14.

Now, you might think

the average person going on 14

wouldn't know his own mind.

But you take Lulamae.

She was an exceptional person.

I'll tell you, son,

she just plumb broke our hearts

when she run off like she done.

Just plain had no reason.

All the housework was done

by her daughters.

Lulamae could just take it easy.

I tell you, that woman got positively fat

while her brother,

he growed up into a giant.

Which is a sight different

from the way they come to us.

A couple of wild young'uns, they was.

I caught them outside the house

stealing milk and turkey eggs.

Lulamae and her brother

had been living

with some mean, no-account people

about 100 mile east of Tulip.

She had good cause to run off

from that house.

Never had none to leave mine.

What about her brother?

Didn't he leave, too?

No, sir. We had Fred with us

till they took him in the army.

That's what I come to talk to her about.

I had a letter from him.

He's getting out of the army in February.

That's why I got on a Greyhound bus

to come to get her.

Lulamae's place is with her husband,

her children, and her brother.

Huh?

It's the prize in the Cracker Jack.

You want it?

Never could understand

why that woman run off.

Don't tell me she weren't happy.

Talky as a jaybird she was.

With something smart to say

on every subject.

Better than the radio.

The night I proposed, I cried like a baby.

She said, "What you want to cry for,

Doc? Of course we'll be married.

"I've never been married before."

Well, I had to laugh and to hug

and to squeeze her.

"Never been married before."

Listen, son.

I advised you I need a friend.

'Cause I don't want to surprise

or scare her none.

Be my friend. Let her know I'm here.

Will you do that for me, son?

Yeah, sure, Doc. If that's what you want.

Come on.

All right.

Coming.

Oh, darling, I'm just on my way out.

I was supposed to be at 21

half an hour ago.

Maybe we can have a drink

or something tomorrow, huh?

Sure, Lulamae,

if you're still here tomorrow.

Oh, please, where is he?

Fred?

Gosh.

Lulamae.

Gee, honey, don't they feed you

up here? You're so skinny.

-Hi, Doc.

-Gosh, Lulamae.

Kingdom come.

What is it? What's the matter?

Are you all right?

I guess so. No, I'm not.

-Fred, will you help me?

-If I can.

I want you to come to the bus station

with us, Doc and me.

-What?

-He still thinks I'm going back with him.

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