Faithless Page #5

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I'll pay you when I ..

How?

Somehow.

I've listened to you jabber

about jobs for the last time.

But I won't tell you again.

Oh. Fresh, ain't you.

Well, "fresh". You can get out tonight.

Alright.

Nothing matters when you

haven't eaten for two days.

Ain't you got any folks?

No.

Well, I know a lady ..

Fifty-fifty?

Thank you. No.

You wouldn't have to ask me twice.

Say .. you've got pretty feet.

It's mostly the shoes that

make pretty feet, I always say.

Say.

I'll give you the room for another

week if you'll give me the shoes.

Throw in a dollar, cash?

Cash? You're crazy.

Well .. they cost 55 dollars.

No?

Here.

And if you tell my husband,

I'll skin you alive.

Bill.

Go ahead.

Go ahead and cry.

Nobody will care.

I'm here .. it's Bill.

Funny, isn't it.

Oh Bill.

Don't let go of me.

Don't ever let go of me.

Ever.

My soup is getting cold.

I ..

Haven't had anything

to eat for two days.

The smell of food made

me feel a little bit sick.

Here you are.

Blow on it now, it's kinda hot.

Well, Bill Wade.

How have you been?

I'm still the luckiest guy in the world.

I got a job.

Oh?

Oh. What do you do?

It doesn't matter. Does it.

How would you like to

be a truck driver's wife?

Don't you remember?

That apartment?

What apartment?

It's funny. I don't seem to remember.

You must be dreaming.

Will you marry me, Carol?

Oh, Bill.

Are you sure?

Have you really forgotten that ..?

That man?

From this moment on, we start fresh.

What's behind us is behind us forever.

Oh.

From now on, let me catch you ..

Hmm.

No.

Don't let me.

I think I'd kill you.

I think I'd want you to.

You see Bill, I ..

I have changed.

I haven't got much money.

Tomorrow is payday at the

National Trucking Corporation.

Wait a minute, Mr Truck Driver.

Let me see.

Five .. ten.

Twenty.

Twenty-five.

Thirty.

Forty, fifty.

Sixty.

You've got a man in there.

Aha, the house detective.

I don't care what my tenants do outside.

But this is a respectable house.

An eminently respectable house, my lady.

We're married.

Don't give me any of that guff.

Look. At midnight, across the line.

The papers, lady. The papers.

We hitch-hiked our way in a Ford.

And came back in a milk truck.

It wasn't milk, it was

whiskey in white bottles.

And the most charming milkman,

I beg your pardon, whiskey-man.

Presented the bride

and groom with a pint.

Lady, do you suffer from falling

hairs or disappointed affections?

Oh, Bill.

I wonder if this will cure anything.

I hope he can take better care

of you than you can of yourself.

Darling, she's congratulating us.

Dear lady, your good wishes bring a

tear to my eye and a lump to my throat.

Now let me see, two glasses.

The ladies get the glasses.

And I get the tooth-mug. Great.

A tooth-mug gives added flavor.

I'd rather you paid your next week's

rent instead of a wedding ring of gold.

It cost a quarter.

Modern drugstores give service.

And when I say service, I mean service.

Why, they even wanted

to sell us a go-kart.

What's he doing living here with you?

Well, they wouldn't let me

in where he'd been living.

Aha .. and why?

You see, I have been sharing an

apartment with three other millionaires.

Down at the YMCA.

Drink your soup. It's getting cold.

Yep.

Down the rat-hole.

Shakespeare.

Maybe I'll be getting

my rent regular now.

Lady, I lost my job two hours ago.

That's why we got married.

You're a couple of lunatics.

Certainly we are.

Only I'm crazier than he.

Yep.

The room will be two

dollars a week more. Double.

We owe you five dollars

then, instead of three.

Great. It's okay with me. A good husband

is worth two dollars a week anytime.

Madam, if you will invest ten or fifteen

million dollars in these oil wells.

In 28 or 42 years.

You will have a fortune.

I don't want oil-wells, special lotions,

steel bridges or corn cures. Go away.

Madam, I don't come

here to take your money.

I come here to do you good.

I am a bearer of glad tidings.

Bill.

You've got a job?

No.

No?

No. But I got a bottle of cream.

Bill.

You pawned the diamond necklace.

No. No, ma'am.

No ma'am. I stole it.

Ah!

Well, why didn't you

steal some sugar, too?

Say, give me a chance

to get my hand in, will you.

Is it very difficult to steal cream?

No, no. It's a cinch.

The family leave town and

forget to notify the milkman.

Leave cream forlorn and abandoned.

Sneak up behind cream

when cream isn't looking.

Put cream in pocket and carry

cream to nice, warm home.

But no job, Bill?

No. No job.

Plenty of promises, but no job.

And who cares, says we.

Says "we"? What a very

vulgar expression.

"Says us".

Who cares, says "us".

Hmm .. we've had jobs before.

Two in Chicago and three in New York.

It's no novelty to us, getting jobs.

No novelty getting fired, either.

And who cares, says was .. "we".

Other than the landlady.

Say, has Mrs Santa Claus been up here,

bothering you about that rent again?

No, not half as you

Britishers say. Not half.

[ Door knocks ]

Mrs Mandel, don't tell me the old income

tax man has been bothering you again.

No, but I brought this up.

It looked important.

Bill. A job .. a job!

Bill's got a job, Bill's got a job.

Bill's got a job, Bill's got a job.

Bill's got a job, Bill's got a job.

So.

Listen, you two.

If you want to cook in this room.

You ought to have sense

enough to open up a window.

Says, Mrs Mandrel. Yeah?

You know, if you're not careful.

Somebody is going to creep up

on you and slip you some rent.

Maybe the work at the warehouse will

for once slow the slick tongue of yours.

Well I would have preferred something

in literary or banking circles.

But after all, there is a certain

dignity in the warehousing profession.

Banking ain't so good

these days, either.

Hey, where are you going?

I've got to go and sneak

up on some more cream.

Oh Bill, you've got a job.

Hey, buddy.

You mustn't go there. You were going

in the wrong place. Weren't you?

No, I was just going in to

see a dog about a man.

Hey, before you buy a dog,

will you talk to us?

You want to take on driving a truck?

Yep.

Look brother, we used

to drive for Maritime.

On account of so many men looking for

work they cut our pay nearly 50 percent.

Yeah, and we're having a little trouble.

Far be it for Bill Wade to take

any man's job away from him.

But I'm desperate.

Yeah, and we're desperate, too.

Now here's our position, you work all

hours, night and day. Rain and snow.

And at the end of the week,

you haven't got a living wage.

And I haven't got any wage.

Anything is better than nothing.

Now look, brother.

If we can keep them from driving

the trucks for a few more days.

We can get a break.

I don't want to pull this sob stuff.

But it's down to a question of

keeping a roof over your head.

And getting milk for your babies.

Yeah, it's tough.

But look at my position.

I've been married four months and I gave

my wife my last 50 cents this morning,

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