Marnie Page #2

Why do you always

move away from me?

Why? What's wrong with me?

Nothing! Nothing's wrong with you.

No. You don't think that.

You've always thought there

was something wrong with me.

- Haven't you? Always!

- I never.

My God! When I think

of the things I've done

to try to make you love me.

The things I've done!

Hm. What are you

thinking now, Mama?

About the things I've done?

What do you think they are?

Things that aren't decent, is that it?

Well, you think

I'm Mr Pemberton's girl.

Is that why you don't

want me to touch you?

Is that how you think I get

the money to set you up?

I'm... I'm sorry, Mama.

I don't know what got

into me talking like that.

I know you've never really

thought anything bad about me.

No, I never.

Well, I'm sorry. I really am.

- I'll pick up the pecans.

- No, you go upstairs and lay down.

You're all wore out. I'll ask Jessie

to come over and pick up the nuts.

Alright.

After all... it is Jessie's pie, isn't it?

(Clunking)

No, I don't want to. Mama, no!

Marnie, wake up. Marnie?

Don't make me move, Mama.

It's too cold.

Wake up, Marnie.

You're still dreaming.

- Get washed up. Supper's ready.

- Oh.

I was having that old dream again.

- First the tapping and then -

- I said supper's ready.

It's always when

you come to the door.

That's when the cold starts.

- Miss Clabon.

- Good morning.

Is Mr Ward in his office?

Yes. He's interviewing for

the new office assistant.

Rutland and Company is

an old established publishing -

- Oh, Mr Rutland.

- This is Miss Blakely, Mr Rutland.

Well done. You'll hear from us,

Miss Blakely, I'm sure.

Thank you for your time, Mr Ward.

Good day, Mr Rutland.

Good day, Miss Blakely.

Well, I guess that does it. She seems

to have the exact qualifications -

Come in for a moment, please.

Now, sit down, Mrs... Taylor.

Thank you.

(Ward) I have here your

Pittsburgh references.

Reference, that is. Kendall's, yes.

This the only reference

you have to show us?

Well, Mr Ward, I have good training,

but I've had very little actual experience.

Kendall ' s was my first real job.

After I finished school, I was married.

My husband was a CPA.

He helped me keep up

with my training.

I learned a great deal more from him:

accounting, cost-price,

- even something about computers.

- (Ward) I see.

When my husband died

very suddenly last November,

he left me a little money,

but I felt I needed work.

Good, hard, demanding work.

I got the job at Kendall's,

but it was -

Well, it wasn't a

very exacting position,

and there didn't seem much chance

for anything else at Kendall's.

I don't mean pay. Salary isn't the most

important thing with me,

but more interesting work, Mr Ward.

Something that

will keep me busy, occupied.

I don't care how much work

I'm given or what hours I work.

(Ward) Uh, Mrs Taylor,

why did you leave Pittsburgh?

After my husband died, I just -

(Ward) Mrs Taylor, this is a post

of some confidence.

(Marnie) Oh, please, let me have

a chance to prove myself, Mr Ward.

Uh... very well, Mrs Taylor.

I suppose you might as well

report to work on Monday.

Miss Clabon in the

outer office will brief you.

I'll be out in just a moment.

Taking her on without references?

You' re always such a stickler -

Let's just say I'm an interested

spectator in the passing parade.

I don't get it.

You're not supposed to get it.

Hi, Miss Clabon.

Hello, Mr Sam.

How's the curmudgeon business?

Oh, Miss Mainwaring!

Is Mark in? I want a free lunch,

and somebody to cash a check.

I thought I'd stick Mark

for the lunch and you for the cash.

Go right on in.

(Ward) You have your

Social Security card, Mrs Taylor?

- Of course. Right here in my purse.

- Who's the dish?

Miss Clabon will show you around.

She's been with us for seven years.

I believe she finds the work

exacting enough. Good day, Mrs Taylor.

Miss Clabon, will you call personnel

and have them send the forms up?

Certainly, Mr Ward.

(Miss Clabon) Hello.

This is Mr Ward's office.

Would you send up a W-4

and the rest of the employment forms?

Yes, before lunch. I'll wait.

Thank you.

Maud, what about Saturday?

No, I only thought as you said

your mother wasn't coming with us,

I just wanted to make sure

about our reservations.

Well, why don't you call me back?

Alright. Anytime.

Thanks, Mr Sam, I ' ll try not

to do anything sensible with it.

- Bye, Miss Clabon.

- Bye.

That's Lil Mainwaring,

Mr Rutland's sister-in-law.

- Her sister was Mr Rutland's wife.

- Was?

She died about a year and a half ago.

Some kind of heart thing.

Imagine. Only 29.

Well, anyway,

she kind of brought Lil up.

Lil lived with them

and old Mr Rutland down at Wykwyn.

I get the feeling little ol' Lil

plans to stay on... permanently.

Anyway, like I was saying,

old Mr Rutland - that's Mark's father -

they say he's never

even been inside this place.

The company was headed into

the ground when Mark took over.

They say the first week

he was here he retired... ha, retired,

three board members, the acting

president, the president's secretary.

Coffee time, ladies.

- Do you mind bringing me a cup?

- Just coffee? Donut, Danish?

- Lady, have I got for you a Danish!

- No, just coffee.

- Oh, I'm out of red ink.

- Oh, here, use mine.

- I'll get it.

- No, no, I will.

Thanks.

Mrs Taylor, are you hurt?

(Mark) Mrs Taylor!

I think she's hurt. Find out!

Mary, are you alright?

What?

Of course, I'm alright. I just

spilled a little ink on my blouse.

The way you rushed out of the office -

Mr Rutland's standing out there.

- He said he thought you were hurt.

- Well, I'm not.

All that happened was I spilled

a little ink on my blouse.

Good heavens! What a lot

of excitement over nothing.

(Phone Ringing)

Why in the world does he keep locking

and unlocking that drawer?

He never can remember

the safe combination.

It's locked in that drawer.

Mr Rutland and I have keys too,

for emergencies.

It's only five numbers,

for Pete's sake.

Mrs Taylor? I've just had a call from

Mr Rutland, Mrs Taylor.

He remembered your saying

you'd be willing to work overtime.

He wondered if you'd be prepared

to work on Saturday?

- Saturday? Of course. What time?

- Two-thirty.

I ' ll advise Mr Rutland

that you are available.

(Thunderclaps)

- (Knocking)

- (Mark) Come in, Mrs Taylor.

Good afternoon, Mr Rutland.

Are you interested in

pre-Columbian art, Mrs Taylor?

Those were collected

by my wife. She's dead.

The only things of hers I've kept.

And that's Sophie. She's a jaguarundi.

South American. I, uh... trained her.

Oh? What did you train her to do?

To trust me.

Is that all?

That's a great deal...

for a jaguarundi.

Shall we get to work?

You can use the typewriter over there.

I want an original

and one copy of this.

If you can't decipher

any of this, speak up.

I typed it myself and

I'm a very creative typist.

"Arboreal Predators

of the Brazilian Rain Forest."

Before I was drafted

into Rutland's, Mrs Taylor,

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