Breakfast at Tiffany's Page #5

I need support.

I don't think I can play this scene alone.

Holly, what can I do?

He's your husband.

-No, he's not.

-He's not?

It was annulled ages ago,

but he just won't accept it.

Please, Fred. I'll tell him

you're coming to see us off.

Don't say anything.

Just meet us out front in about an hour.

Please?

You wait right here, honey.

I'll get the bag.

Why don't I get some magazines?

Please, Fred. Don't leave me.

Attention, please.

Leaving from platform five,

through coach to Dallas,

Philadelphia, Columbus, lndianapolis,

Terre Haute,

St. Louis, Tulsa, Oklahoma City,

Denison, Dallas.

Come on, Lulamae. That's us.

Doc, I'm not coming with you.

Come on. Let's walk together quietly

and I'll try and help you understand.

Help me talk to him, Fred.

It's all right, son.

I appreciate you wanna help,

but it's between Lulamae and me.

Sure, Doc.

I love you, Lulamae.

I know you do,

and that's just the trouble.

It's a mistake you always made, Doc,

trying to love a wild thing.

You were always lugging home

wild things.

Once it was

a hawk with a broken wing

and another time it was

a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg.

Remember?

Lulamae, there's something...

You mustn't give your heart

to a wild thing.

The more you do, the stronger they get.

Until they're strong enough to run

into the woods or fly into a tree.

And then to a higher tree

and then to the sky.

Lulamae, there's something

I got to tell you.

A couple of weeks ago,

I got a letter from young Fred.

From Fred? He's all right, isn't he?

Yeah, he's fine, I guess.

He's getting out of the army in February.

-That's what he wrote to tell me.

-In February?

Well, that's only four months.

So you see, you got to

come back with me, Lulamae.

Your place is with me and your children

and your brother.

Doc, you've got to understand.

I can't come back.

And you got to understand

what I'm trying to tell you.

Now, I don't want to seem like I'm

pressuring you none, but now I got to.

If you don't come back with me,

I'm gonna have to write young Fred

and tell him that

unless he wants to look out for hisself,

he better sign up for another hitch.

Doc, don't you do that.

Don't write that to him.

I'll write him myself and tell him

I want him here with me.

I'll take care of him. Don't you worry.

You're talking crazy, Lulamae.

Doc, stop calling me that.

I'm not Lulamae any more.

All right, Lulamae.

I guess you know what you're doing.

Keep an eye on her, will you, son?

At least see she eats something

once in a while.

Sure, Doc.

So skinny.

Please, Doc. Please understand.

I love you,

but I'm just not Lulamae any more.

I'm not.

You know the terrible thing,

Fred, darling?

I am still Lulamae.

Fourteen years old, stealing turkey eggs

and running through a briar patch.

But now I call it having the mean reds.

Well, it's still too early to go to Tiffany's.

I guess the next best thing is a drink.

Yes, I very much need a drink.

-Will you buy me one, Fred, darling?

-Sure.

Only promise me one thing.

Don't take me home until I'm drunk.

Until I'm very drunk indeed.

Do you think she's talented?

-Deeply and importantly talented?

-No.

Amusingly and superficially talented,

yes,

but deeply and importantly, no.

Gracious.

Do you think she's handsomely paid?

Oh, indeed.

Well, let me tell you something, mister.

If I had her money,

I'd be richer than she is.

-How do you figure that?

-Because I'd keep the candy store.

Old Sally Tomato.

That's my candy store.

I'd always keep Sally.

And that's why I'd be richer than she is.

We'd better get a little more air.

...Tom, Dick, and Harry. No. Correction.

Every Tom, Dick and Sid,

Harry was his friend.

Anyway, every Tom, Dick and Sid

thinks that if he takes a girl to dinner,

she'll just curl up like a kitten

in a little furry ball at his feet, right?

I have by actual count

been taken to dinner

by 26 different rats

in the last two months.

Twenty-seven, if you count

Benny Shacklett,

who is in many ways a super-rat.

-I think I forgot my key.

-Never mind. I just buzzed Yunioshi.

Do you wanna know something funny?

In spite of the fact that

most of these rats fork up

$50 for the powder room

like little dolls,

I find I have again by actual count

$9 less in the old bank account

than I had six months ago.

So, my darling Fred,

I have tonight

made a very serious decision.

And what is that?

No longer will I play the field.

-Congratulations.

-The field stinks,

both economically and socially.

And I'm giving it up.

Miss Golightly, this time

I'm not only calling the police,

but the fire department and the

New York State Housing Commission,

and, if necessary, the Board of Health!

Quiet up there.

You want to wake the whole house?

As Miss Golightly was saying

before she was so rudely interrupted,

Miss Golightly further announces

her intention

to devote

her many considerable talents

to the immediate capture,

for the purpose of matrimony

of Mr Rutherford.

Rusty to his friends,

of whom I'm sure he has many.

-Trawler.

-Who?

Rusty Trawler. You met him at my party

a couple of weeks ago.

He came with Mag Wildwood.

Not the beautiful Latin type.

The other one,

the one that looks like a pig.

Remember?

The ninth-richest man in America

under 50?

Do I detect a look of disapproval

in your eye?

Tough beans, buddy,

'cause that's the way it's gonna be.

Hi, cat.

Holly, you're drunk.

True.

-Absolutely true. True, but irrelevant.

-What are you doing?

So I think we should have a drink

to the new Mrs Rusty Trawler.

-Me.

-Hey, take it easy.

What's the matter,

don't you think I can do it?

Tell me. Seriously, I'm interested.

Don't you think I can?

You heard the Doc.

My brother gets out of the army

in February

and the Doc won't take him back.

So it's all up to me.

I don't know why you don't understand.

I need money, and I'll do whatever

I have to do to get it.

So,

this time next month,

I'll be the new Mrs Rusty Trawler.

And I think we should have

a little drink to that.

It's all gone. Isn't that too bad?

Got any whisky upstairs?

-But you've had enough.

-Go ahead. Get the whisky.

I'll pay you for it.

-Holly, please.

-No, no, you disapprove of me

and I do not accept drinks

from gentlemen who disapprove of me.

I'll pay for my own whisky

and don't you forget it.

Holly.

I do not accept drinks

from disapproving gentlemen.

Especially not disapproving gentlemen

who are kept by other ladies.

So take it.

You should be used to taking money

from ladies by now.

If I were you, I'd be more careful

with my money.

Rusty Trawler is too hard a way

of earning it.

It should take you exactly four seconds

to cross from here to that door.

I'll give you two.

Hi.

I've come up to talk to you

about the other night,

then I saw the paper, and...

Well, actually,

I'm kind of embarrassed about it,

but since it concerns you, I thought

I ought to talk to you about it in person.

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