Human Desire Page #2

Owens exactly what happened.

In the yard, I mean.

I want him to know it wasn't my fault,

that Thurston had it in for me.

You'll remember, won't you?

I'll remember.

Maybe I ought to go to Mr.

Owens' office with you,

and explain to him exactly...

I can explain anything to him

that needs explaining.

(SIGHING) All right.

Say, did you call Jean?

Yeah, she said we can

use her apartment.

You can wait there for me.

Oh, fine.

(HORN BLOWING)

(BELL RINGING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(RINGING STOPS)

(CHATTERING)

Why, Mrs. Buckley.

We haven't seen you in some time.

Is Mr. Owens in?

He's expecting you.

Mrs. Buckley is here,

Mr. Owens.

OWENS:
Send her in.

Go right in.

How are you, Vicki?

Well! You've put on a little

weight since you got married.

(CHUCKLES)

Now, tell me,

what's on your mind?

All the trouble I go to

just to look passable.

Zip me up, will you, Carl?

You dames, you spend more

time getting dressed...

Have to.

It's much better to have

good looks than brains,

because most of the men I know can

see much better than they can think.

I wonder what's keeping Vicki.

She has no sense of time,

you know that.

She was the same way

when we lived together.

It's 6:
30 already.

If you're married, that's late,

and if you're single,

it's early.

Well, how do I look?

Fine. Fine.

Say, are you still running around

with that Harry what's-his-name?

He went and married

somebody else.

(LAUGHS) And since he

took that attitude,

I didn't want to have

anything more to do with him.

So I found another guy,

a real doll.

The only trouble is, I'm

much younger than he is.

But it all evens up.

He's got more money.

Tell Vicki I couldn't wait.

And be sure and lock up

before you leave.

Okay, okay.

And stop worrying, Carl.

All women are alike.

They just got different faces so

that the men can tell them apart.

She'll show up.

See you.

(DOOR OPENING)

I was worried. I thought

something happened to you.

Nothing ever happens to me,

darling. You know that.

Did you think I was lost?

I didn't know what to think.

Say, what happened?

What about my job?

You got your job back.

Mr. Owens called Rogers, the superintendent,

and everything's taken care of.

Does that make you happier?

I knew you could fix it, Vicki.

I caught Mr. Owens

just in time.

He was taking the train

for Chicago tonight.

Come here.

Oh.

Don't, Carl.

I'm hot and tired.

I... I'm going

to take a shower.

You know, I'd like to see Thurston's

face when he hears the news.

He's going to burn.

Honey, next time, try to get

along with him, will you?

Yeah, sure.

Pretty soon I'll have his job.

You haven't said anything

about getting your job back.

Aren't you happy?

Sure I'm happy.

Vicki, you were

gone five hours.

You can't just barge in on

a man as busy as John Owens.

He had a lot of appointments and, well, then

he had trouble getting in touch with Rogers.

I telephoned Owens' office

and you weren't there.

When?

About 3:
30.

We went out for a drink.

Where'd you go?

Some bar.

You should have

telephoned me. You...

You knew I was anxious.

There was nothing

to be anxious about.

I told you Owens

would do it for you.

You told me?

I thought you said

he didn't like doing favors.

What are we arguing about?

You wanted your job back,

didn't you?

Well, you have it.

I couldn't just

ask him and run.

That bar,

what was the name of it?

Some bar downtown.

I don't know the name.

And you just sat there

for three hours talking?

Yes.

This Owens must have

a lot of time to waste.

He's got a big office and he can take off

in the middle of the day for three hours.

What did you find so

important to talk about?

Old times.

Old times,

for three hours, huh?

I didn't keep track

of the time.

I was trying to get you

your job back.

And he was glad to help you.

Did you thank him?

Of course.

How?

Exactly what does that mean?

What has he got, a private apartment

he can drop into for a drink?

Is that the bar you went to?

Of course. And we had champagne,

buckets of champagne.

And he has a bear rug

in front of the fireplace,

and we toasted marshmallows

all afternoon.

Now, will you stop being so

stupid and let me take my shower?

Sorry I'm so jealous, Vicki.

It's just that

I love you so much.

Oh, don't paw at me.

I'm sick of it, from all of you.

"All"?

What went on this afternoon?

He was glad to help me, huh?

Now I see why.

(SCREAMS)

I've got the whole picture now.

He's rich,

he's got a big estate.

I got his leftovers, didn't I?

I got what he didn't want,

didn't I?

It went on after we were

married, didn't it?

No! No!

I haven't seen him.

I wouldn't have seen him

today if you hadn't made me.

(WHIMPERS)

You've been making a fool

out of me, both of you.

He palmed you off on me, didn't he?

Admit it.

Admit it or I'll kill you.

It's true, it's true.

Don't hit me again.

(SOBBING)

Get up.

Get up.

(EXCLAIMING)

You said Owens was going

to Chicago tonight.

Oh, Carl, please.

Here, write what I tell you

to write. Go ahead.

What do you call him?

"Sweetheart"?

"Lover"?

(SOBBING) Carl.

Write.

John Owens!

Message for Mr. John Owens!

MESSENGER:
Mr. Owens!

John Owens!

Over here, boy.

Hey, Russ!

Yeah?

You got any room

for a free passenger?

Sure, we're riding light.

Track One, please.

I'll let you know

what space I can give you.

Yeah.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come on.

Go on!

That was Warren, one of our engineers.

Did he see you?

I don't know.

(DOOR OPENING)

He's gone.

Warren might still be there.

I can't go past him like this.

Get him out of the vestibule.

How?

What can I say to him?

I don't care.

Just get him out of there.

And don't get any foolish

ideas in your head, Vicki.

Remember that letter you wrote.

Go on.

Could you tell me

where the Club Car is?

Up ahead, about three cars.

Thanks very much.

I thought it might be nice

to have a drink.

Yeah. Yeah, I could

use one myself.

Do you mind if I join you?

Not at all.

Oh!

What's the matter, you got

something in your eye?

Don't rub it that way.

Let's take a look, huh?

No, I don't see a thing.

I guess it's out.

Thanks for the surgery.

Uh, say, I just remembered,

the Club Car's closed

by this time.

We could sit down someplace

and have a smoke, if you like.

How about it?

I'd like to.

How about in there?

This isn't yours, is it?

(LAUGHING) Mine?

Uh-uh.

Now, you see?

No luggage, no comic books.

Thanks.

I'll leave the door open,

just in case, huh?

In case what?

In case one of us gets nervous.

Do I look nervous?

Yeah, just a little bit.

It's all right, though.

It's very becoming.

I had a headache,

couldn't sleep.

Well, there's more to life

than sleeping, you know?

(LAUGHS)

Took that turn curve

kind of fast, huh?

Well, the engineer's

a friend of mine, he...

(BELL RINGING)

Hello, Warren.

I didn't know you

were making this run.

Oh, honey, this is Jeff

Warren, one of our engineers.

You've met my wife?

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