Eyes in the Night Page #2

Then, early in the morning,

I'll leave you at the

hotel for a few hours,

And when I come back,

I'll either be immortal

Or else just another crackpot

Who should have stopped at teaching.

And we won't care which, will we?

Darling, you've been an

angel these past few months.

Never once have you

asked me what I was doing.

Never even complained,

No matter how badly I neglected you.

I can't tell you now what I'm doing.

I don't want you to carry

the responsibility of knowing.

But I can tell you this

- If it works,

It'll be an important

contribution to the war.

So, you see, it's beyond

my personal satisfaction.

It'll work. I know it will.

I wish you gave out Nobel prizes.

We leave tonight at 7:30.

So just pack an overnight bag.

Oh, uh, Barbara won't

be able to see us off.

She has a date in town

with some girlfriends.

Hello, Barbara.

Hello.

My, your roses are lovely.

Yes, Paul sent them to me.

Going out tonight?

I am.

Would you mind too much

telling me with whom?

I wouldn't mind telling

you at all, dear,

Except that you know perfectly well.

Your father thinks you

have a date with some girls.

If you think that's

wrong, then, by all means,

Tell him the truth... mother.

You and your father are such

wonderful friends, Barbara.

Don't you think you

could be honest with him?

In what way? Well, about Paul, I mean.

Well, what about him, dear?

Oh, Barbara, you know as well as I

That you shouldn't be seeing him.

Really, darling? I don't see why not.

Because he's not good.

He's hard and cruel. He's -

How dreadful.

Seems to me that your duty

is perfectly clear, then.

You should go to my father

And tell him that I'm

going out with a bad man.

And when he asks you how

you know he's a bad man,

You tell him.

Tell him that you know

from personal experience.

Won't you? Barbara!

Oh, why do you insist

on misunderstanding me?

I'm older than you. I

made a great mistake.

And I'm only trying to keep

you from suffering as I did.

Darling, do you want

to know what I think?

I think you've come to the

same conclusion that I have -

That there isn't enough room

in this house for both of us.

I think you're trying to

turn my father against me.

You're trying to run my life,

To dominate every movement I make.

Oh, that isn't true.

But you haven't won yet, my sweet.

Because I'm going to stay.

And as long as I'm here,

you're not going to be happy.

I'm going in to town tonight,

And I'm going to have dinner

with Paul Gerente, alone.

Well, you're not going to his apartment.

Apartment?

Operator...

get me Murray hill 44598, please.

Hello, Paul?

Look, darling. I changed

my mind about dinner.

Let's not go to a restaurant.

I think I like your

original invitation better.

Let's have dinner in your apartment.

Why, of course I care, Paul dearest.

All right.

I'll meet you at your apartment at 8:00.

Goodbye, sweet.

Well, darling, we're

off on the big adventure.

Stephen? Yes, dear?

I don't think I should go with you.

What? I thought it was all agreed.

Well, it's just occurred to me -

We shouldn't be flying together.

If anything happened, Barbara

would be left all alone.

I never thought of that.

Of course, you would.

It isn't easy being a stepmother, Norma.

You've done a wonderful job.

I haven't had a worry about

Barbara since you came.

You'll never know how grateful I am.

Ready, Mr. Lawry.

Good luck, darling.

You're all the luck a man could ask for.

Paul?

Barbara!

Shh, shh!

There, there, now.

Try to take hold of yourself.

We'll just get away from

here. Come on, darling.

Why, you!

Barbara!

You're asking me to run away with you?

We've got to get out of

here. Don't you understand?

I have no reason to run.

Why should I run away?

I didn't kill anybody.

You don't think

- I don't have to think.

That -

That upstairs proves everything.

Oh, you don't know what you're saying.

I had nothing to do with it.

Then what were you doing here?

I came to

- To try to stop you,

To tell Paul -

He was like that when I came in.

You're dull, darling.

That's such a feeble story.

But it's true!

Barbara!

Barbara, I couldn't.

You're a liar!

You killed him because you were jealous,

And you're going to pay for it.

If you are innocent, you won't

mind my calling the policeman.

No, don't!

You're terrified, aren't you?

Barbara, think of your father.

The newspapers will go

mad. He couldn't bear it.

That phony nobility of

yours really makes me sick.

All right.

I won't call the policeman.

All you have to do is one thing.

Oh, anything. What is it?

Leave my father's house.

Barbara!

Take your choice, darling.

Well, shall I call him?

Very well, I'll go.

By tomorrow morning.

Yes. Good.

You understand, don't you,

That if you're not gone

by tomorrow morning,

I call the police?

Yes, I understand.

Taxi!

Oh, by the way, you might

be interested to know

That I was never really

interested in Paul Gerente.

Oh, at first he amused me,

But then I realized that

he was sort of pathetic.

So, you see, my dear, you

killed a man for nothing.

Barbara, listen.

No, Norma, I won't,

Because I don't have to

listen to you anymore.

Good night.

Now, let's see if we

got the facts straight.

Now, the body was lying on the floor

In front of the fireplace.

The skull was bashed in.

Door was ajar.

There was a good fire

burning in the fireplace.

No signs of violence.

Did anyone see you enter

the apartment or leave it?

Not that I know of.

About how long ago were you there?

It must have been an hour.

That must have been about 8:00.

Is there anything else?

I can't think of anything.

And then Barbara came in, and

she thought you killed him.

Mac, what can I do? I

can't tell the police.

No, no.

A jury would massacre you.

Well...

go home and get some sleep if you can.

Friday...

wake Marty up.

Now, you sit tight

until you hear from me.

All right, Mac.

Uh, wait a minute.

In case I've got to call you,

what is your phone number?

Rossmore 555.

All right.

Friday and I will get

on this right away.

And don't worry.

Ohh. I won't.

Hey, hey, what is this?

Oh, it's you.

You ought to take it easy

when you wake a man up.

You're liable to give him a bad shock.

All right, all right. Don't

rush me, don't rush me.

It's locked.

Watch the stairs.

Inside.

Lock the door again.

Well, come on, let's get started.

About 18x26. Studio type.

There's a big sofa alongside

of you to your right.

Wall on your right,

big full-Length window.

Small table with a lamp

on it. Big fireplace.

Wall ahead of you. A glass cabinet.

Door leading to a bedroom, I guess.

Big chair.

Over the chair is a picture of a...

a reclining tomato.

Wall to your left. Baby grand piano.

Small round table with a

lamp on it, another chair.

Wall behind you. Wooden chair.

There's some kind of a screwball statue

Sitting in a hole in the wall.

It stinks.

Go on, go on.

Well, that's about all, I guess.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes