Lady in Cement Page #2

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- I think you already did.

MARIA:
Hi, doll.

- Hello there.

Looking for a little excitement?

Maybe. What brand

did you have in mind?

I got all kinds of notions,

once I'm in the mood.

Couple of drinks

put you in a better mood?

You're hip.

So how's about a bottle

of champagne?

Why not?

- Waiter.

WAITER:
Yeah?

- Bring a magnum.

- I wanted champagne.

- Give her anything she wants.

- Yes, sir.

What's your name, honey?

Tony Rome.

I'm looking for Sandra Lomax.

- You a friend of hers?

- Sort of.

- Sandra never told me about you.

- She never told me about you either.

- It's a small world.

- Ain't it?

[CHUCKLES]

Who wants to talk about Sandra?

- You don't get along?

- We do, we don't.

She has this habit of getting lost

every time the rent's due.

When'd you see her last?

Uh... Last night when she went

to Kit Forrest's party.

You know, that society dish.

Yeah. I've read her name

in the garbage columns.

- You know something.

- What?

I like you. You got a cigarette?

- Still interested in Sandra?

- No, no.

You're way out in front now.

You got any pictures of Sandra?

MARIA:
Hey.

- What?

- You mind much if I give you a little tip?

- No.

Why don't you stay away from her.

The kid's got a boyfriend.

I asked you if you got

any pictures of Sandra.

No. She never took any pictures.

Just guys.

Maria, darling. I hear oodles

and oodles of repartee...

...but I don't see any drinking.

Uh... Hi, Danny.

He was just asking me about Sandra.

Danny Yale, Tony Rome.

- How do you do?

- How are you?

How about you getting up and moving

that fatty tissue like we choreographed?

- It's not my turn again.

- Forget it.

- They're screaming for you.

- We just ordered some champagne.

Forget it.

It's all right, baby. We'll drink it later

at your house.

- Promise?

- That's a contract.

Okay.

See you later.

Spotted her in a choir.

But then, she brings them in

around here.

- She's lousy.

- And you're a critic.

Like you're a dance director.

Tell me about that other great

piece of talent, Sandra Lomax.

What's it to you, sweet?

Well, I got this here off-white

block piece of cement...

...I'm trying to match up

with a blond.

That girl they fished out

of the ocean this morning?

The very same.

Oh... Well, that couldn't have been

Sandra, dreamboat.

Now, just why couldn't

that have been Sandra?

Because she got in touch with me

this afternoon.

She told me she was quitting.

Well, that leads me

to two conclusions.

- You're lying.

- Oh...

Seymour.

Sugar, please.

Thank you.

Now, listen, sweetie.

I don't have to tell you anything.

True.

But I could get persuasive,

and you might even get to like it.

[YALE CHUCKLING]

But Seymour wouldn't.

And he played tailback

for the Green Bay Packers.

I know, I know. I saw him play.

He had the league record for illegal

use of hands. In the huddle yet.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, shall I scream "rape" now

or wait and phone in a complaint?

If you're asking me,

I'd rather you press charges.

You're not a holdover

from yesterday's bash?

ROME:

No, you left me off your list.

KIT:

Whew!

I can't think why.

Everyone else was here.

Tony Rome,

I'm a private detective.

How disappointing. And I thought

you were someone dangerous.

- I'm Kit Forrest.

- Yes, I know.

- Any trouble?

- No, no trouble.

I'm trying to locate somebody.

I thought you could help me.

Say, can't we discuss this

over a bull shot?

Over a bull what?

- Try one.

- No, I never drink on an empty stomach.

Ah! I always seem to need another.

About that party you gave last night...

Isn't this bar ghastly?

It's one of Father's collection

of early-American pornography.

He was such a lecher.

Was Sandra Lomax

at your party last night?

- Sandra?

- Yeah.

Well, I'm not sure.

What do you mean,

you're not sure?

Well, to tell you the truth, I got kind

of smashed early in the evening.

I have what you might call

a drinking problem.

I wouldn't have noticed.

"Oral compensation."

That's what I call it.

- What's your shrink call it?

- Just being a drunk.

You're a member of a large club.

I wonder how I would have turned out

if I hadn't inherited a fortune.

Well, I can think of a couple

of occupations.

- See, money does have its restrictions.

- Yeah.

You're broadening me, but I'm still

in the dark about Sandra Lomax.

If she was here last night,

who was she with?

You don't really expect me

to know the people I invite.

I don't expect you to tell me

anything you don't want to.

- And that robe is making me nervous.

- You don't like it?

You'd look good in a paper napkin,

but that wouldn't get me any answers.

I'm sorry. What do you say

I slip out of this bath mat.

It could all come back to me.

Mmm...

I'll only be a minute.

Oh, and if you need anything...

...there's a butler.

- It'd be more fun with a maid.

- I have one of those too.

[RINGING]

AUDREY:

One, two, one, two, one, two.

One, two, one, two, one, two.

MUNGAR:

Do you have to count?

- What's that make it, Paul?

- Dad, we don't have to play for money.

How can I be good

if I don't bet on myself?

Got to keep your eye on the ball.

AUDREY:
How can he keep his eye

on the ball?

All his life, he's been looking back

to see who's chasing him.

Hello?

Oh, hello, my dear.

You did right, sweetheart. Just don't

say nothing. We'll be right over.

Come on, Paul.

We got an appointment.

One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two.

One, two, one, two, one, two.

KIT:

Like it?

I like the real thing better.

- Anything come back to you?

- Hmm?

Last night.

Haven't I seen you around the track?

Yeah, I bounce in and out

of there once in a while.

- You a hunch player, like me?

- No, I lose my money scientifically.

[KNOCKING]

Excuse me. About last night, you were

asking me to refresh my memory.

There's someone who might help me.

MUNGAR:
Hi.

KIT:
Hi.

- You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

MUNGAR:

Doesn't she look nice?

- Well, say it.

- She's beautiful.

It was well-advised to call,

my dear. Well-advised.

Is this the bum's been bothering you?

Well, Mr. Al Mungar,

pillar of the community.

This is my day for meeting

the upper crust.

First the shark, now the barracuda.

I'd be careful with that mouth of yours.

I could put my foot in it.

- You know Mr. Mungar?

- Like I know Bonnie and Clyde.

Well, this is his son, Paul.

Tony Rome.

- My son and business consultant.

- Which department? Blood banks?

You...

You and me are going for a little walk.

Paul, you stay here with Kit.

- Al, listen...

- Please, relax.

I'm not allowed to get mad these days.

Doctor's orders.

I'd feel a lot calmer if I could get

another medical opinion.

Ain't gonna be no problem.

Don't worry, Miss Forrest.

Whatever he doesn't break I get to keep.

Hey, you could have gotten rid of me

with one small scream.

- Come on, Mr. Rome. We walk.

ROME:
We walk.

You know, Paul and Kit

would make a beautiful couple.

You never know,

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