Breezy Page #3

That should please

the board of health.

- Look, Breezy...

- Okay.

So maybe I did need

a place to sleep tonight.

But you're not the

only person I know.

I just thought it would be

nice to stay here with you.

But I'll tell you something, I

never woke up in the morning

and had to look at someone that

made me sorry that I was there.

But I bet you have.

I just bet you have.

(SIGHING)

I know you'd expected

80,000, Mr. Howard,

but 75 was as high as they'd go.

Even for Masterpiece Properties.

(CHUCKLING)

Look, uh, why don't you think

it over for a couple of days.

Yes, sir, this is

the age of the ugly.

FRANK:
That's fine, Mr. Howard.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Or how about, the

era of the unwashed?

SAM:
What's that look like to you?

Low tide?

SAM:
(CHUCKLING) That's beautiful.

I gotta tell that to Mort.

"Low tide." That's beautiful.

Scotch and water, please.

Thank you.

Always around when I need you.

Frank. No, it's just that when I am

around you think you do need me.

Anybody could substitute.

Bet, what if I love you?

Oh, don't, Frank.

Don't be that cruel.

Charlie, you know Frank Harmon?

Oh, sorry.

Took your place.

Oh, no, no, no. Stay.

Of course, uh, real estate.

Right.

Say, uh, Betty tells

me you have a house

for sale that we

might be interested in.

It's pretty steep,

Charlie, uh, 95,000.

That is steep. Maybe

they'd come down a little.

I don't know,

they're pretty determined.

I'm very tired, darling.

Can we go?

Sure, uh, can we

give you a lift, Frank?

No, thanks.

I just had one.

Come on, Charlie.

(SIGHING)

(DOORBELL CHIMING)

- Mr. Frank Harmon?

- Yes.

You know an Edith Alice Breezerman?

A what?

That's the name she gave us.

Edith Alice Breezerman.

Uh, yes.

Her name's Breezy.

Then she is your niece, Mr. Harmon?

My, uh...

Yes, my niece...

- (CLEARING THROAT)

- Okay.

We found her wandering

up here in the hills.

She told us she'd had a fight with

you and was afraid to come home.

Yeah, well, uh...

I believe in a firm

hand, Mr. Harmon,

but kids shouldn't be

afraid to come home.

Well, if it isn't Edith Alice

Breezerman come to call.

(SIGHING) Jesus, right away nasty.

Want an apple?

Well...

Come on.

BREEZY:
Gee, I'm really glad you

didn't mind, about the cops, I mean.

I had to tell them something,

or they would've taken me all

the way down to Juvenile Hall.

Well, look, it could've been worse.

Just think if you had to

come all way down there.

Lookit, I saved you a trip.

What makes you think I'd come?

I just think so.

I'd like to reassure you,

but I'm not sure myself.

So let's don't put that to a test.

Let's see what we got here.

I'm not really hungry.

Just an apple is enough.

An apple.

Except, uh...

What?

Well, there is

something else I want.

What?

Oh, Frankie, wanna do me the

biggest favor in the whole world?

How big?

Take me to see the ocean.

Atlantic or Pacific?

I've been in California for three

months now, and I've never seen one.

Breezy, it's 4:
30 in the morning.

But, it's Sunday,

you don't have to work.

Besides, it's too dark

to see anything anyway.

It's not just down

the street, you know?

By the time I got my clothes

on, we got down there,

- the sun would be coming up...

- Yeah!

BOTH:
And then it wouldn't

be too dark to see.

I'll get my clothes on.

Frankie.

I know that you would've

come to Juvenile Hall.

I don't care what you say. I know

that you would've come for me.

Eat your apple.

FRANK:
All right, get ready.

Close your eyes.

Now open 'em.

BREEZY:
Oh, my...

It's beautiful!

(HORN HONKING)

WOMAN:
(SINGING)

The morning is a friend of mine

It always plays my song

And any time I ask the wind

It lets me tag along

I read the lessons in the leaves

They've a world of

things to tell me

I always keep my pockets filled

With pumpkin seeds and thyme

BREEZY:
Are we almost home?

Yes.

Hey, there's Bruno!

Which one?

BREEZY:
The one with the

dark hair. Hey, Bruno!

Hey, I went to the beach.

I saw the ocean!

Oh, yeah. Fantastic.

Who was that?

I don't know.

(SIGHING)

(CHUCKLING)

I knew you'd chicken out.

(CHUCKLING) Go to sleep.

Frankie...

Would you mind very

much if I love you?

I wouldn't let it get in

your way or anything.

And I wouldn't expect you

to feel anything back.

I just would like to be able to

say the words once in a while.

Breezy...

(SIGHING)

All this love that you give away,

just once, wouldn't you

like to have it returned?

Don't you ever want

to be loved back?

I thought I was.

(WHISPERING) I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? Hello.

Yeah.

Oh, that's great.

Just great.

Sure. I'll see you this afternoon.

Listen, there's somebody

I'd like to bring along,

but I want it to be

a surprise for him.

Okay, fine. See you.

Anything else?

Uh, just a refill, please.

That b*tch wouldn't smile with

a coat hanger in her mouth.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, Al's got a

great new tape deck.

You wanna go over there

and listen to some music?

Oh, I can't. I promised

Roy I'd help him move.

Who's he moving with?

In with me, of course.

I mean, you think I'd lift

my finger any other way?

BREEZY:
I thought he had a girl.

Well, I finally convinced

him that these

mixed marriages

just never work out.

(LAUGHING)

Keep smiling, okay?

- Okay. See you later, Norman.

- Bye.

How about you, Marcy?

You wanna come?

I'm supposed to meet Davey here.

Well, the kids could

tell him where you went.

Well, you know how Davey is.

He gets pissed off if I'm

not where I'm supposed to be.

Yeah.

Well, that's love, I guess.

Yeah.

Hey, Breezy, you got somebody?

Yeah. His name's Frankie.

- Do I know him?

- No.

He's a loner. He kind of

keeps to himself a lot.

Is... Is he nice?

Oh, he pretends awfully

hard not to be, but, uh...

Yeah, he's nice.

I don't know. Sometimes... Sometimes

he tries to be really rotten.

But then he'll turn around and he'll

do something that's really nice.

You know, he gave me an ocean.

Wow. Nobody ever gave me one.

(LAUGHING) Drink our coffee.

Look at this, will ya? Here am I

killing myself, and for what?

To help you keep in shape.

Boy, other guys call me, you know?

They say, "Bob, how about a drink?"

And we go to a bar. They

say, "Bob, how about lunch?"

We spend an hour or

two in a restaurant.

But with you it's always

tennis courts and steam rooms.

That's gotta mean something, Frank.

It means I don't wanna be

seen in public with you.

I'll wear a bag over my head.

Can we have a drink now before

I drop dead right here?

You're just out of shape, buddy.

I was never in shape.

If it doesn't bother me, why

the hell should it bother you?

Doesn't bother me a bit.

Oh, when we get inside, remember

the bag over your head.

(LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY)

Sure, I thought about it.

Hell, that's my chronic

complaint every time we talk.

(CHUCKLING)

The excitement's over.

Yes, my wife just doesn't

turn me on like she used to.

Well, you know.

You start wondering what it would

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