Marty Page #2

MARTY:

(to two YOUNG MEN

leaving)

What happened?

YOUNG MAN:

The Yanks took two.

MARTY:

Any homers?

The Young Men exit without answering. Marty moves further

into the bar, which is crowded with locals, smoky, noisy.

ACROSS GROUP at bar with Marty in the background approaching,

we see a group consisting of RALPH, who wears a suit and

tie, the only man in the room who isn't in shirtsleeves or a

Basque shirt; JOE, thirty-two, hunched over a girlie magazine;

a KID, twenty-two, studying the magazine over Joe's shoulder.

MARTY:

(to the Kid)

Angie come in yet?

The Kid indicates a booth where a small wasp of a man, mid-

thirties, is sitting, bent over the sports pages of the Daily

News.

RALPH:

So these two girls come over to the

bar...

MARTY:

Hey, Ang'...

RALPH:

...and they sit down right next to

me...

MARTY:

You want a beer, Ang'?

RALPH:

I look over at this one nexta me,

not bad, about thirty-five -- Hiya,

Marty...

MARTY:

Hiya, Ralph...

RALPH:

...I been talking about two nurses

Leo and me picked up in a bar on

Seventy-First Street.

MARTY:

(to Bartender)

Hey, Lou, gimme two bottles-a beer...

RALPH:

So, Marty, lemme tell you about these

nurses, Marty...

MARTY:

(to Joe studying his

magazine)

Waddaya read there, Joe?

AD LIB VOICE:

(off-screen)

Hey, Lou, turn the television off!

RALPH:

Turns out these two girls are nurses

in some hospital on a Hundred and

Fourth Street...

JOE:

They shouldn't sell magazines like

this on a public newsstand...

MARTY:

That's the truth.

JOE:

(turning a page)

Can you imagine the effect this has

on adolescents?

RALPH:

So, Marty, let me tell you about

these nurses...

MARTY:

(reaching for two

bottles of beer

proffered by the

Bartender)

What nurses?

RALPH:

The nurses Leo and me picked up last

night. We got a date with them

tonight.

MARTY:

(moving off to Angie's

booth)

You still owe me ten bucks from last

week, if that's what you're working

up to.

Joe turns another page in the girlie magazine.

JOE:

Now that's something, eh?

RALPH:

I used to go out with a girl like

that...

THE KID:

You should live so long.

THE BOOTH.

Marty joins his friend Angie and pushes a bottle of beer at

him, pulling one of the pages loose from the paper Angie is

reading. For a moment, the two men sit quietly, each poring

over his separate piece of newspaper.

ANGIE:

(without looking up)

So waddaya feel like doing tonight?

MARTY:

I don't know, Ang'. Wadda you feel

like doing?

ANGIE:

Well, we oughta do something. It's

Saturday night. I don't wanna go

bowling like last Saturday. How about

calling up that big girl we picked

up inna movies about a month ago in

the RKO Chester?

MARTY:

(not very interested)

Which one was that?

ANGIE:

That big girl that was sitting in

front of us with the skinny friend.

MARTY:

Oh, yeah.

ANGIE:

We took them home alla way out in

Brooklyn. Her name was Mary Feeney.

What do you say? You think I oughta

give her a ring? I'll take the skinny

one.

MARTY:

She probably got a date by now, Angie.

ANGIE:

Well, let's call her up. What can we

lose?

MARTY:

I didn't like her, Angie. I don't

feel like calling her up.

ANGIE:

Well, what do you feel like doing

tonight?

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