Marnie Page #6

conservatively speaking,

and a $42,000 ring.

All that money spent to celebrate what?

This meager, furtive little wedding?

He didn't even ask Mother.

"Pay off Strutt."

Strutt.

Booze?

Shall I, uh, fix you a drink?

(Knocking)

Would you like some bourbon

to brush your teeth?

(Marnie) No, thank you.

Contrary to the movies

and the Ladies Home Journal,

the battleground of marriage

is not, I repeat, not,

the... bedroom.

The real field of battle is the bath.

It is in the bath and for the bath,

that the lines are drawn

and no quarter given.

It seems to me, we are getting off

to a dangerously poor start, darling.

You've been in the bathroom

exactly 47 minutes.

You can have the bath now.

Thank you.

You're very sexy

with your face clean.

Marnie, come here.

Sit down.

I... can't! I can't! I can't!

For God's sake, Marnie!

I can't stand it! I'll die!

If you touch me again, I'll die!

I promise I won't touch you. Just

get out of that damn corner, please.

Now, suppose you tell me

what this is all about.

Is it your own little way of saying

you don't find me particularly

attractive?

I told you not to marry me.

I told you!

Oh, God, why couldn't

you have just let me go?

Marnie.

- Don't! Please, don't!

- Let me fix you a drink.

- I don't want a drink.

- A brandy -

I don't want it. Just leave me alone!

Not till I find out what's the matter,

and some way to help.

The only way you can help me

is to leave me alone!

Can't you understand? Isn't it clear?

I cannot bear to be handled!

- By anybody? Or just me?

- You. Men.

Really?

You didn't seem to mind

at my office that day, or at the stables.

And all this last week

I've handled you.

I've kissed you many times.

Why didn't you break out into a cold

sweat and back into a corner then?

- I thought I could stand it if I had to.

- I see.

Have you always felt like this?

- Always, yes!

- Why? What happened to you?

Happened? Nothing.

Nothing happened to me.

I just never wanted anybody

to touch me!

You ever tried to talk about it,

to a doctor or somebody

who could help you?

No, why should I?

I didn't want to get married.

It's degrading. It's animal!

Anyway, I was doing alright

the way I was.

I wouldn't say that. If I hadn't caught

you, you'd have gone on stealing.

- No. No I wouldn't

- Yes, you would, again and again.

Eventually, you would've

got caught by somebody.

You're such a tempting little thing.

Some other sexual blackmailer

would've got his hands on you.

The chances of it being someone as

permissive as me are pretty remote.

Sooner or later,

you'd have gone to jail.

Or been cornered in an office by some

old bull of a businessman

who was out to take what he figured

was coming to him.

You'd probably have got him and jail.

So I wouldn't say you were

doing alright, Marnie.

- I'd say you needed help.

- I don't need your help.

I don't think you're capable

of judging what you need.

What you do need, I expect,

is a psychiatrist.

Oh... men!

Say "no thanks to one", and bingo,

you're a candidate for the funny farm.

It would be hilarious

if it weren't pathetic.

Let's try to get some rest, hm?

We'll talk this out tomorrow.

There's nothing to talk out.

I've told you how I feel.

I'll feel the same way tomorrow,

and the day after, and the day after that!

Alright, Marnie. We won't talk about it

until you want to.

But we're gonna be on this damn boat

for many days and nights.

Let's drop this for the present

and try to get through this

bloody honeymoon cruise with

as much grace as possible.

Let's try at least to be...

kind to each other.

Oh. Kind!

Alright, if that's too much,

I'll be kind to you,

- and you'll be polite to me -

- You won't -

I won't.

I give you my word.

Now, let's try to get

some rest, hm? How 'bout it?

You in your bed over there, and me,

light years away in mine here.

Thank you.

I think I'd like to stay out here

for a while, but... thank you.

You're gonna bring a little pazazz

down to the old farm, my dear.

I noticed before we left,

Dad was pulling out his silk shirts.

What do you mean,

what will I do with myself?

I had of course assumed

I would become a society hostess.

In Africa, in Kenya, there's quite

a beautiful flower.

It's coral coloured with

little green-tipped blossoms,

rather like a hyacinth.

If you reach out to touch it,

you'd discover that the flower

was not a flower at all,

but a design made up of hundreds

of tiny insects called Fattid bugs.

They escape the eyes of hungry birds

by living and dying

in the shape of a flower.

I'll close the door, if you don't mind.

The light bothers me.

Hm, what's that, dear?

The light? Oh, yes, of course.

You've been an absolute darling

about my sitting up reading so late.

I'm boning up on marine life

since entomology doesn't seem

to be your subject,

and I'm eager to find a subject,

Marnie, any subject.

Alright. Here's a subject.

How long? How long do we have to stay

on this boat, this trip?

How long before we can go back?

Why, Mrs Rutland!

Can you be suggesting

that these halcyon

honeymoon days and nights,

just the two of us alone

together... should ever end?

If you don't mind,

I'd like to go to bed.

I've told you the light

from the sitting room bothers me.

We certainly can't have anything

bothering you, can we?

(Door Slams)

If you don't want to go

to bed, please get out.

But I do want to go to bed, Marnie.

I very much want to go to bed.

(Screams) No!

(Gasps)

I'm sorry, Marnie.

(Door Closes)

(Coughs)

Why the hell

didn't you jump over the side?

The idea was to kill myself,

not feed the damn fish.

Mark!

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Was Fiji grisly?

We didn't get to Fiji. We jumped ship

in Honolulu and flew back.

We had to take a cab from the airport.

We're tired and grimy.

Remember when you were six?

You wanted to go to New York.

I warned you then that

travelling was a nasty business.

You poor thing.

You must be exhausted.

I think that we'll go after the

first drink and pop up to bed.

The travel lecture will

have to wait for morning.

- Where's the rest of your luggage?

- A t the airport.

I ' ll have breakfast with you in the

morning, dad. See you then, Lil.

Come on, Marnie. It's not exactly

a house of correction, you know.

Look, Marnie,

for the present all we've got is the

facade, and we've got to live it.

Dad has breakfast downstairs

at 8:
:30 every morning.

I always join him. So, naturally,

as you want to be with me as -

This is the drill, dear.

Wife follows husband to front door.

Gives and or gets a kiss.

Stands pensively as he drives away.

Oh, a wistful little wave is optional.

Mark, are you... going to the office?

On the first day back after our

honeymoon? How indelicate.

No, I'm going down the road

on a little errand. I'll see you later.

Mark, I, um...

I don't have any money.

I'm sorry, Marnie. I'll have Bob

make out an account for you.

It won't be much for a while. You see,

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