Marty Page #20

CLARA:

Oh, I'm fine.

MARTY:

You want me to take you home, I'll

take you home.

CLARA:

Maybe that would be a good idea.

She stands. He stands. He's a little angry. He turns and

sullenly goes back to the living room for her coat.

Wordlessly, he begins to help her into the coat.

Standing behind her, he puts his hands on her shoulders,

then suddenly seizes her, and begins kissing her on the neck.

As Marty holds Clara, kissing the back of her neck, the

dialogue drops to quick, hushed whispers.

CLARA:

No, Marty, please...

MARTY:

I like you. I like you. I been telling

you all night, I like you...

CLARA:

Marty...

MARTY:

I just wanna kiss, that's all.

He attempts to turn her face toward him. She resists.

CLARA:

No...

MARTY:

Please...

CLARA:

No...

MARTY:

Please...

CLARA:

Marty...

He releases her and turns away violently.

MARTY:

All right! I'll take you home! All

right!

He marches a few paces away, deeply disturbed. He turns back

to her.

MARTY:

All I wanted was a lousy kiss! What

do you think, I was gonna try

something serious with my mother

coming home any minute!? What am I,

a leper or something?!

He turns and goes into the living room to hide the flush of

hot tears threatening to fill his eyes. Clara is also on the

verge of tears.

CLARA:

(more to herself than

to him)

I just didn't feel like it, that's

all.

Slowly, she moves to the archway leading to the living room.

CAMERA ANGLES to include the living room where Marty sits on

the couch with his hands in his lap, staring straight ahead.

The room is dark except for the slanted light coming from

the dining room.

Clara goes to the couch and sits on the edge beside him. He

doesn't look at her.

LIVING ROOM.

MARTY:

I'm old enough to know better. Comes

New Year's Eve, everybody starts

arranging parties, I'm the guy they

gotta dig up a date for. Let me getta

packa cigarettes, and I'll take you

home.

He starts to rise but instead sinks back onto the couch,

looking straight ahead. Clara looks at him, her face

peculiarly soft and compassionate.

CLARA:

I'd like to see you again. Very much.

The reason I didn't let you kiss me

was because I just didn't know how

to handle the situation. You're the

kindest man I ever met. The reason I

tell you this is because I want to

see you again very much. I know that

when you take me home, I'm going to

just lie on my bed and think about

you. I want very much to see you

again.

Marty stares down at his hands.

MARTY:

(without looking over

at her)

Waddaya doing tomorrow night?

CLARA:

Nothing.

MARTY:

I'll call you up tomorrow morning.

Maybe, we'll go see a movie.

CLARA:

I'd like that very much.

MARTY:

The reason I can't be definite about

it now is my Aunt Catherine is

probably coming over tomorrow, and I

may have to help out.

CLARA:

I'll wait for your call.

MARTY:

We better get started to your house,

because the buses only run about one

an hour now.

CLARA:

All right.

She stands.

MARTY:

I'll just get a packa cigarettes.

He rises and goes into his bedroom. CAMERA ANGLES to include

door to bedroom. Marty opens his bureau drawer and extracts

a pack of cigarettes. He comes back out and looks at Clara

for the first time. They start to walk to the dining room.

In the archway, Marty pauses and turns to her.

MARTY:

Waddaya doing New Year's Eve?

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