Marty Page #30

CAMERA ANGLES over to the others who, at this outburst, stare

at Marty astounded.

MARTY:

(continuing)

The burlesque! Loew's Paradise!

Miserable and lonely! Miserable and

lonely and stupid! What am I, crazy

or something?! I got something good

here! What am I hanging around with

you guys for?!

He has said this in tones so loud that it attracts the

attention of the few PEOPLE on the street. A little

embarrassed by the attention he's getting, he turns, opens

the door to the bar, and goes into it.

After a stunned moment, Angie hurries after him.

INSIDE THE BAR.

Marty marches the length of the room toward the phone booths

in the rear. CAMERA ANGLES to disclose Angie right behind

him.

Marty is about to enter one of the phone booths, but he stops

as Angie hurries up to him.

ANGIE:

Watsa matter with you?

Marty pauses, one foot in the booth.

MARTY:

You don't like her. My mother don't

like her. She's a dog, and I'm a

fat, ugly little man. All I know is

I hadda good time last night. I'm

gonna have a good time tonight. If

we have enough good times together,

I'm gonna go down on my knees and

beg that girl to marry me. If we

make a party again this New Year's,

I gotta date for the party. You don't

like her, that's too bad.

Marty has been fishing in his pocket for his address book.

He opens it to its proper page and steps decisively into the

phone booth.

Nearby, Angie prowls around outside the booth. The booth

door is open. Marty starts to dial. A hush fills the room

except for the CLICKING of the telephone dial.

INSIDE THE PHONE BOOTH.

The look of fury has drained from Marty's face. He holds the

receiver to his ear, glances out toward Angie. CAMERA ANGLES

to include Angie.

MARTY:

(his old amiable self)

When you gonna get married, Angie?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You're

thirty-three years old. All your kid

brothers are married. You oughta be

ashamed of yourself.

Still smiling at his very private joke, Marty returns to the

phone, and after a fraction of a second...

MARTY:

Hello... Clara?...

As Angie looks miserable, and Marty slowly reaches out and

pushes the phone booth door shut, and continues to talk into

the phone, we very slowly...

FADE OUT.

THE END:

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