Don't Bother to Knock Page #2

- I asked you not to come.

- I'm cynical about letters.

- I read them and tear them up.

- I meant it.

- Drink, mister?

- Rye and soda.

- You wanted to call if off.

- That's right.

I've got a very bright idea.

Let's call it back on again.

The man doesn't understand.

I'm not having anymore.

- Mix it?

- Yeah.

- I thought we were good together.

- We were lovely together.

Then why stop? I'd like to know why.

After the last time, after you left,

I took a long look at you...

...and I decided, so far, no good.

What's been wrong with it?

Nothing much. It's what was going

to be wrong with it.

Call it the old blank wall.

The future without a future.

You know, I met a girl right here

at this bar, six months and a week ago.

I asked her to sing a song.

It gave me gooseflesh and notions.

- "Look," I said...

- Excuse me.

I said, "I believe in a drink,

a kiss, and a laugh now and then."

I can hear her saying it now:

"Fine, I like to laugh."

I still like to laugh.

But not at myself.

I don't want it anymore.

Life's too long...

I'll send you a valentine.

What do you want?

Hearts and flowers?

Forever and ever? Love?

Don't be afraid.

It's not a dirty word.

- Photograph of you and Miss Lesley?

- No.

You can have them on match covers

or a souvenir postcard.

- Go away.

- They're in sepia.

Will you just go away?

"Beware of a high forehead,"

my mother said.

I just don't like being sold

something I don't want.

Take the picture. Don't mind him.

Yeah. He's like my husband.

He's mean but he don't mean it.

- I'll bring it shortly. The picture.

- Swell.

Pardon me.

I have to sing a love song.

Another rye, please.

- Are you married?

- Sure. Who's not?

Do you and your wife fight?

Argue all the time?

Some of the time she sleeps.

Seventy-eight percent of the pilots

in Skyway Airlines are married.

Get married, become a statistic.

Yeah. Stay single and you wind up

talking to bartenders.

There's a lull in my life

It's just a void, an empty space

When you are not in my embrace

There's a lull in my life...

I'll bring it shortly, sir.

The lull in my life

What am I supposed to do?

Fly back to Chicago. Find yourself

another bar, find another girl.

Or find a wedding ring? Marriage

isn't the answer to everything.

- Who was talking about marriage?

- Weren't you?

That's all you thought I had

on my mind. You're wrong.

- I wouldn't want to marry you.

- Why not?

Because of the way you are.

They're all finished. We got a new

process, develops them right away.

There's the postcard, folder,

matches, handkerchief and ashtray.

$ 1 per each.

Except the ashtray. He's $2.

I'll take one per each.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot!

He's a doll! See you.

- Little Miss Larceny.

- She's a nice kid, Jed.

Reminds me of a chicken thief.

- I wish you'd judge without being glib.

- I bought her pictures. Why get angry?

I'm not angry. I'm just furious.

There's the reason

I wouldn't marry you.

- That's the reason.

- What?

That camera girl. Any person. The way

you treat people. The way you think.

All you can focus on

is the cold outside of things.

Not any causes or whys or wherefores.

You're sweet and fun. And you're hard.

You lack something I ask for in a man.

- And what's that?

- An understanding heart.

- Are you through?

- Good and through.

- Let's make this the end.

- I'll go along with that.

Yes, go along!

- Eight, sir?

- Yeah.

I hope the liquor was

satisfactory, sir.

- Do you double as manager here?

- I've been here 14 years.

- You're lucky to have a steady job.

- Oh, it has its ups and downs, sir.

Most people laugh at that one, sir.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night.

LYN:

How blue the night

How long the day

How blue the night

With you away

How strange it seems

Just living in dreams

And left in the moon glow

But where did the moon go?

The stars on high

That used to burn

Are standing by

For your return

Hello.

Hello.

LYN:

I'll be so blue

Oh, how I'll long for you

You say we're through

Still I belong to you

How strange it seems

Just living in dreams

I'm left in the moon glow

But where did the moon go?

How bright are the stars tonight?

I need your arms tonight

Until those arms

Are holding me tight

How blue...

- Number, please?

- Room 809, please.

Hello.

- Hello, are you the girl in 809?

- Why, yes, who is...?

- I'm the guy in 821, across the court.

Can I ask you a question?

Why, I don't know. I suppose so.

Are you sure you want me?

Yeah, you're the one I want, all right.

You doing anything you couldn't

be doing better with me?

- I'll have to hang up.

- You can't get hurt on a phone.

- Who are you?

- The man across the way.

- A lonely soul.

- You sound peculiar.

I'm not peculiar, I'm just frustrated.

And I got a bottle of rye.

And as I was saying,

what are you doing?

- What's your name?

- Billy.

- Oh.

- What's the matter? Don't you like it?

- I was just daydreaming.

- Say, I got a big idea.

I'll come over, and we'll spin

a few stories. How about it?

There's somebody at the door.

I'm gonna hang up now.

Your call, sir?

May I have your call, please?

It's me, Nell. Eddie.

Oh, that's no way, Nell.

That's no way!

They're too big.

I only had an impulse, Eddie.

I'm sorry.

But it fits. Practically.

I came up for a minute

to see how you are, and look.

- I just put on a drop.

- You want these folks to pay you?

I wanted to see how they'd look on me.

Sure. Sure.

- The little girl go to sleep okay?

- She'll be quiet.

- Guess where I put it?

- What?

The perfume.

Behind my ears.

It's called "Liaison."

Well, you better wash it off you.

- I will.

- Get those things off!

All right.

You could have kimonos, and rings,

and toilet water with Italian names.

A handsome girl like you.

- No, I can't! I can't!

- Give yourself a little time.

They're married.

That's what you have to be.

Sure, I know.

You're still mooning about that guy.

Well, guys get killed.

That's the way you gotta look at it.

But there's others.

There's fellows all over New York.

You mean, maybe there's

somebody like him?

Why not? Another fellow could pop up

anytime. A real nice fellow.

Maybe tomorrow or next week.

Tomorrow.

- Did you leave the elevator open?

- Yeah.

- Hadn't you better get back?

- Yeah. Get out of those things, Nell.

- Right away, Eddie.

- I'm off soon. I'll bring you a Coke.

- No. Never mind. I don't like Cokes.

- No trouble. And please...

...don't get into any more mischief.

- Yes?

- Does that mean come on over?

- Yes, if you like.

- Two minutes.

Just a minute.

Be right there.

- Be neighborly. Ask me in.

- All right.

Did you ever take two strikes

and hit a home run?

What do you mean?

You can never really

tell on the phone.

You might've been droopy-looking.

You like the way I look?

I like.

- That's quite an aroma.

- I must've spilled some perfume.

- Got some glasses?

- I'll get some.

Oh, thank you.

- A lot or a little?

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