Fallen Angel Page #3

- Forget about last night.

You talk different, sure,

but you drive just like the rest.

Well, you've got

the wrong girl.

- Yeah?

- [Grunts] No! No!

- Tomorrow you're going.

Where does that leave me?

- You'll go with me.

What on? You got into town with

one dollar in your pocket. You're a fake!

Why, you little gyp. Dealing a buckout of

the cash register and calling-

Go on. Go on back

to your one-armed joint...

and wait for somebody

to come and marry you.

[Bell Tolling]

Coming, Eric?

- Yeah, I'm coming.

- Professor's waiting.

Never felt so good getting out of town,

even with the bills all paid.

Don't smile. Your face

looks better without it.

- See you downstairs.

- Okay.

Ah. Top of the morning,

my boy. Hop in.

- Good morning.

- Get in.

- I'm not going.

- Not going? What's wrong?

Nothing. You go ahead.

I'll meet you.

But, Eric, we need you

for the advance publicity.

San Francisco's

a tough town on spooks.

- Come on. Hit 'em like the earthquake.

- When I feel like it.

I made it clear to you

when I took this job.

You can't tie me down.

Cramps my style.

I always work best when

a certain feeling comes over me...

- and right now, I haven't got it.

- Genius.

Eric, my boy, you're an artist. You have

my sympathy and a bus ticket on the firm.

Never mind that.

Well, you'll always find your favorite

brand in my bureau drawer.

[Door knob Rattles]

It's about time

you showed up.

[Bell Jingles]

[Bell Jingles]

My bus leaves

in 15 minutes.

Got a nickel?

I...just came back to say I-

I'm sorry about last night.

- [Ballad]

- Save it.

- Nothing else you want to say?

- No.

- Don't give me that act.

- What act?

- You know what I mean.

- [Bell Jingles]

- Hello.

- So long, for good.

[Bell Jingles]

- What bit him?

- Trying to make his bus, I guess.

[Man Singing]

-Well, in or out?

- Skip it.

[Hydraulic Brakes Hiss]

This finishes it.

You'll never see me again. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

- Oh!

- Always leave 'em laughing.

- You again. What do you want?

- I wanna talk to you.

Okay, talk.

Don't give me that smile.

Okay, I don't smile.

I thought you had

something to say.

- Doesn't that say it?

- Hmph. I heard that kind

of talk before. Good night.

I never said it before

to anybody, ever.

I'll marry you, Stella,

if that's what you want.

- You? You don't kid me.

- I'm not kidding.

- Last night-

- Last night I didn't know you, what made you tick.

I know you now.

I know why I couldn't pull out of here

this morning or get on that bus.

I can't get away without you, Stella,

and I'm not going away without you.

- What's in it for me?

- You said you wanted that, didn't you?

- A ring on your finger?

- That isn't enough. What goes with it?

- I want a home.

- I'll get it for you.

What with?

One dollar in your pocket?

Twelve and a half

thousand dollars.

Where would you get

1 2 and a half thousand dollars?

What's the difference,

as long as I get it?

- How? You gonna murder somebody?

- Talk sense.

- You gonna steal it?

- Listen-

- Well, I don't know you.

- You know one thing:

We're gonna get married,

once I get the cash.

Maybe you'll get me in trouble.

I don't wanna get in trouble.

You won't, not the way

I'll get it.

I'm not even

telling you how.

You just sit tight

and wait for me.

That's the deal.

You'll keep it.

Maybe I will.

[Pipe Organ]

[Continues]

- [Stops]

-Very good performance, Miss Mills.

Please, go on.

Beethoven never sounded so good before.

- I wasn't playing Beethoven.

- No? Sure, it was Brahms.

The old boys do sound alike,

don't they? I mean, in spots.

- What spots?

- You know, the way they begin, the way they end...

sometimes in the middle,

like the piece you were just playing.

- Brahms, uh-

- It wasn't anything. I was just improvising.

If Brahms didn't write that,

you went him one better.

That was beautiful.

It was classical. It was inspiring.

You know, you belong

in Carnegie Hall.

Now look, you can't stay angry at me

forever, not two full days.

Wait a minute. What about living up to the

place we're in and the music you play here...

so when a guy comes around

and says he's sorry...

the least you can do

is forgive him.

All right. I forgive you.

- Friends?

- I hardly know you.

[Chuckles] Well, don't worry about that.

We'll fix it right away.

You know, it's a good thing word didn't

come through from New York this morning.

Gives me a chance to stay over another day,

square things with you and your sister.

Tell me, what is there to do in a town

like this to make time pass till tomorrow?

- That's up to you, isn't it?

- What do you do?

Oh, there's plenty to occupy

your time here:
the movies, dancing.

The beach isn't far.

They'll tell you at the hotel.

You still think I tried

to hurt your sister.

I didn't mean to, really.

I only meant to help the professor.

But that's happened to me before. I try

to help somebody, somebody else gets hurt.

- That's the way it's been all my life.

- Of course. You live by impulse...

and you never bother to think if you're following

the right impulse or the wrong one.

- I see you don't stop at music. You read too.

- Don't you?

Me? I haven't opened a book

since I left school. They're phony.

- So are some people.

- At least they're alive.

- So are books.

- Yeah, you come to a part you don't like...

you can turn the page,

but try it on people, or try it on life.

I'll tell you something

about yourself, Miss Mills.

You're scared to live. That's why you

bury yourself in books and music.

- I think you ought to respect

my ways as I respect yours.

- Only I live and you don't.

All the things you look

down on are the things that make up life.

- What things?

- Little things, like a game of bowling...

- or a swim at night, or-

- [Bicycle Bells Dinging]

Or a dance, a kiss,

stuff that bubbles.

- Bet you never had a drink.

- That doesn't mean anything.

Not by itself it doesn't...

but you add up all the little things,

that's what makes up life.

- Maybe you're the one that's scared, not I.

- How come?

Well, you don't know what you want.

That's why you're scared.

That's why you keep running

after every little thing.

You know, that's quite

a mind you have there, Miss Mills.

You mean, for a girl

in a small town?

- Must be the books, huh?

- Must be.

You know, if you didn't know me so well,

I might ask you something.

- You'd probably say no, though.

- Probably.

So there's really no use

in asking, is there?

Well, why don't

you ask me anyway?

Will you have dinner

with me tonight?

Well, I-

I don't think I can.

You see? You're afraid

to step out of your tower.

- No, no, no. That isn't it.

- Your sister?

- Of course not.

- Then what are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid. Why should I be?

- Yeah, why should you be?

- I'll pick you up at 7:00.

- At 7:
00.

Two, please.

- Don't you ever see anything through to the end?

- When it's worth it.

Well, now we've had a dinner that you

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