Lolita Page #11

- I tried to call you.

You were speaking to somebody just now

on the telephone. Who was that?

I got a wrong number.

Listen, I've decided something.

Yes?

I want to leave school.

You what?

I don't want you to be mad at me anymore.

Everything's going to be great

from now on.

- You mean that?

- I hate school, and I hate the play...

...I really do. I never want to go back.

That's good.

Let's leave tomorrow.

We can go for a long trip...

...and we'll go wherever I want to,

won't we?

Yes, my darling.

- Are you glad?

- Yes, of course I am.

To hell with the play! See what I mean?

Yes, that's good!

Let's go home. I feel sort of romantic.

The brakes were relined,

the water pipes unplugged...

...the valves ground.

We had promised Beardsley School

that we would be back...

...as soon as my Hollywood engagement

came to an end.

Inventive Humbert was to be, I hinted,

chief consultant in production of a film...

...dealing with existentialism,

still a hot thing at the time.

I cannot tell you the exact day

when I first knew with utter certainty...

...that a strange car was following us.

Queer how I misinterpreted

the designation of doom.

Fill her up, please.

I'm cold, I'm going to get a sweater.

Watch it, please!

Do you have to drive so fast?

You'll get us killed!

What's the big, fat hurry, anyway?

There's been a car following us

which we've been trying to lose.

However, I haven't seen it recently.

I think we've lost it.

Really?

I didn't want to scare you,

but it's followed us for three days...

...and yesterday it was parked

outside the motel.

- I haven't seen any car. Are you sure?

- Yes, I am sure.

I think you're imagining things.

What did that man ask you

in the service station?

What man?

There was a man in the service station.

I saw you when I was in the john.

I didn't see any man at the...

Oh, yes, that man.

He wondered if I had a map.

I guess he got lost.

Lo, now listen, please.

I don't know if you're lying to me,

or if you're insane...

...and I don't really care any longer,

but that man, I believe...

...was in the car that's been following us.

- That's ridiculous.

- I think he's a cop.

- A cop?

- Yes.

If he is, the worst thing we can do

is let him know we're scared.

Let's just ignore him, and slow down.

Would you kindly tell me, please...

...what you said to him exactly

and what he said to you?

I told you.

Did he ask you where we were going?

All he asked was if I had a map.

I'd have thought that he'd ask

the man at the service station.

I would have thought he would, too.

Well, anyhow, I think we've lost him.

I told you not to drive so fast!

Leave me alone!

- Don't talk to me that way.

- Do you think I wanted to have a blow out?

Hey, look, all the nines changed

to the next thousand.

There it is.

What?

The car. Don't you recognize it now?

No.

Don't look now.

I don't want him to think

that we've seen him.

- What's he stopping for?

- Maybe he's going to help us.

He can't help us,

stopping way back there like that.

It can't be the police because if they were,

they'd pull up beside us and write a ticket.

- But the police...

- I am trying to think.

Maybe it's a special kind of police

who are just supposed to follow people.

Yeah, like the vice squad! Scaddy, wow!

Be quiet! Stop talking!

We've got to think about this.

What are we going to do?

Am I being quiet enough?

Don't try to be clever, please.

I've got a terrific pain in my arm.

- Really?

- I don't know what I did to it.

What are we going to do now?

I'm going to get out of this car...

...walk down the road

and speak to him face to face.

I'll say, "What are you doing?"

- I wouldn't do that.

- Why not?

Well, it might be dangerous.

My arm is killing me.

I don't seem to be able to breathe properly.

It's probably just gas pains.

Yes, it must be that.

Maybe you ought to see a doctor

in the next town?

No, I'll be all right.

It's probably just something I ate.

Wait a minute.

I once read in a Reader's Digest

that this is the way heart attacks start.

Shut up, will you?

Shut up yourself!

I'm tired of hearing

about your moans and groans.

If you want to know something,

I feel pretty lousy myself.

He's moving.

Big deal!

He's turning around.

He's going away.

Are you feeling cold?

Yeah.

I feel all achy.

I bet I'm getting the Asiatic flu.

Here, let me feel your head.

We make a fine pair, don't we?

You just relax and stretch out on the seat,

if that will make you feel better...

...and I'll see what I can do about...

...changing the tire.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Humbert.

Good morning, Mr. Humbert.

We seem to be going the same way.

I was just about to give your daughter

some medicine.

- How is she?

- She's much better today.

Her temperature's normal

and her cough's gone.

Here's your father, dear.

- Hi!

- Hello.

- How are you feeling?

- I feel fine.

You're looking much better.

What gruesome flowers.

But thanks, anyway.

Nurse, can you find some water

to put these in, please?

Certainly.

Have you been getting notes

in the hospital?

Excuse me.

Does your father think that you get notes

from my boyfriend?

I just thought it might be a bill

from the hospital or something.

- Do you have to antagonize everybody?

- It was a perfectly reasonable question.

What's the matter with you anyway?

You look kind of slimy.

I'm afraid I'm coming down with a cold.

Caught it from me?

I suppose.

Mr. Humbert, would you please

move your car to the visitor's parking lot?

I'm sorry. I was in a hurry

and I didn't feel too bright.

But you've parked it right next to a sign

saying "Staff Only. "

All right. I shall leave in a moment.

I'm sorry, but these are the hospital rules.

Mary was only trying to be helpful.

I've no doubt she's been just as helpful

with you all the time.

She has.

And I shouldn't wonder if you two

have been exchanging confessions.

Come on now,

let's not start that all up again.

I brought you some books.

My friend, Professor Baer,

The Romantic Poets...

...and here's something you might like,

The History of Dancing, and...

...A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

by James Joyce, you might like.

- Whose are these? These are not yours.

- Those are Mary's.

And since when have nurses

worn dark glasses when on duty?

There we go again!

When did the doctor say

that you can leave the hospital?

What?

Are you going to read the magazine

or talk to me?

Sure.

When did the doctor say

that you can leave?

I think he wants me to stay

another 48 hours.

That's all right. We can start early

on Tuesday morning...

...and we'll make the Mexican border

in three days, and...

...that'll be the end of all those

mysterious agents following us around.

Mr. Humbert, I must ask you

to move your car.

I'm just leaving.

Goodbye.

Might catch your cold.

I shall stay in tonight and nurse my cold...

...so I shan't see you

until tomorrow morning.

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