Dishonored Lady Page #3

without the strength or even the desire

to save himself.

I can't go on with this. You're not helping me,

you're insulting me.

You've been insulting yourself, Miss Damien.

Insulting your body and insulting your soul.

Your life hasn't been gay and glamorous at all..

It's just been muddled and senseless.

You know that now.

And if you really want to change it, you can start right away.

Now it's up to you.

You can have the apartment, Ethel.

The rent is paid until the end of the month.

Darling, I feel like a vulture, wheeling over your head.

I'm not in, whoever it is.

Miss Damien's office.

No, she still hasn't come in, Mr. Courtland.

Well, I don't know exactly, later in the day I...

Did he hang up?

Yes.

Good.

Let me call him back, darling. You may be sorry later.

Everything in this file return without comment.

This I want to see more of their work

and these you may be able to use.

But you haven't given me your new address

I'm not giving it to anyone..

Hello, Madeleine.

Honey, would you mind popping out for a minute?

Just 60 secs.

you'd better talk fast.

Madeleine, I'm in a jam. I gotta raise some money.

I need about $5,000.

What do you expect me to do about it?

I thought you might talk to Courtland.

I'm sure he'd let you have it if you ask him nicely.

You're really quite a rat, aren't you.

Look, I'm in debt up to here.

I only make $100 a week

and you know I can't live on that.

$5,000 doesn't mean a thing to Courtland.

You better get out of here before I lose my temper.

You're forcing me to say things that I don't want to say

but if you're going to act cold and virtuous about it

you'll hear them.

Suppose I tell Kranish.

Tell him what?

About Courtland.

You know you've got a pretty nice job here,

but you won't have it very long if I told Branish.

I don't want to tell him, but...

What's so funny?

As a blackmailer you are pitiful.

Go on, tell him. Tell him what a rat I am

and you are and he is.

Go on use my phone if you want, and my desk, and my office.

I'm through with all of them.

Boulevard Magazine.

No, Miss Damien hasn't been back.

Just a moment, please.

I'm sorry, she doesn't work here anymore.

You might try at her home.

Waldorf Apartments.

Waldorf Apartments.

Miss Damien?

Oh, no, she gave up her apartment.

Why don't you try the Post Office?

Dalgren, Dalgren, Dalgren...

Damien! Care of Richard Caleb,

137, West 50th Street.

I've nothing to tell you, except that Miss Damien

has taken my advice as a doctor.

She'd been living in an area of infection

and she's removed herself from it.

I take it you consider me part of the general contamination.

No, you've come here for information, not diagnosis.

I usually charge a fee for insulting people.

I'm willing to pay for data of any kind.

Yes, I gathered that.

But I've nothing for sale.

I suppose you're being very ethical,

but I'd like to talk to Madeleine.

In your presence, if you wish.

Miss Damien is living under a different name

and in a different world.

She told me to tell you if you inquired

that she was busy growing a new soul.

Now would you please keep off the grass.

Good-bye, Mr. Courtland.

Good-bye, doctor.

Didn't it ever worry you playing the Almighty in this fashion?

Not particularly. I'm used to it.

How does it look?

It's better than torn wallpaper.

You think I have talent then?

You'll do better after you get the hang of it

I only hope the new tenant will like it.

He seems awful particular.

He's a floorwalker at Macy's.

Well, you can always give it back to me.

You'll never sell it, you know.

Take my advice and try something more cheerful.

You know, like flowers and butterflies.

I'll do that.

Thank you, Mrs. Geiger.

Thanks, you saved my life.

Is this yours?

Yes. Mrs. Geiger would scout me if she knew I kept mice

in my room.

Why do you keep mice in your room?

Pathologist. Part of my homework.

I really shouldn't bring these fellas out of the lab

but I grew kind of attached to this one.

Thanks again.

Say...

Women are supposed to scream.

Aren't you afraid of mice?

No.

But next time I'll scream.

Good afternoon, Miss Green.

Hello, how's the work going?

Oh, all right.

Come in.

Hello.

Hello.

Say, you're an artist, aren't you?

Well, I don't know.

Mrs. Geiger said yesterday that you were.

She's an authority if ever I saw one.

I was wondering, could you do a job for me?

Want your portrait painted?

Me, oh, nothing like that. I'm doing some research

and it has to be illustrated.

What do you want me to draw?

Nothing fancy...

just blood cells and things.

Sounds fascinating.

It is, really. You see, it's a lot like...

You'd be surprised. it really is fascinating once you get in it.

Of course I'm in a fellowship

and I couldn't pay you very much.

In fact I couldn't pay anything until the first of the month.

That'll be all right.

Oh, fine. It's all settled then.

I'll see you at my place at about six o'clock.

Oh, but I... couldn't I...

Oh, sure you can. I just live downstairs.

You know, the mousetrap.

Oh, by the way, my name is Cousins.

Mine is Dickson.

Very glad to know you, Miss Dickson.

Just what am I drawing?

Am I allowed to find out?

Sure. Anti-reticular serum on cell tissues.

It's all I wanted to know.

Say, that's quite good.

I'll take it to the lab with me in the morning.

You're just about ready for the next one.

Do you realize it's 12 o'clock?

I haven't had my dinner yet. And you haven't either.

I'm sorry, but I got so wound up...

So did I, but now I'm hungry.

Well, I'll tell you what let's do.

We'll go out and eat

That's a brilliant idea.

I'll get your coat.

Do you do this all the time?

Only since I got out of the army.

I was lucky to get this job in research.

Now I've got to get it finished.

Then what?

Then I go back to Oregon to become

the usual respectable small-town doctor.

No mice?

No, no mice.

Head colds and belly aches.

Five dollars a visit.

Maybe you'll like it.

You'll get some rest.

I'll get plenty of rest, all right,

but I don't think I'll like it.

You folks going out this time of night?

That's right.

We're meeting a few friends at the Busy Bee Cafeteria.

We don't want to miss the floor show. We have to hurry.

See that he eats. He hasn't got more sense than a goose.

I'll feed him with a spoon.

Got on to it first when I was in a little town in Germany

while I was still in the Army.

I met a couple of Russian medical officers who were working

on anti-reticular and they were pretty steamed up

about it.

Pie, sir?

No, thanks.

We got together on the first night over a bottle of vodka.

I remember the town was still burning.

Maybe it was the vodka, but anyhow

we got to talking about the anti-reticular

well, I guess I got pretty excited.

You mean you speak Russian?

Over a bottle of vodka anybody speaks Russian.

Care for some coffee?

No, thanks, I'll have milk.

One, please.

At any rate, I promised myself that night

that just as soon as the war was over

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