Marty Page #5

The SOUND of the DOOR BEING UNLATCHED in the kitchen can be

heard. Mrs. Pilletti promptly rises.

MRS. PILLETTI

He's here.

She hurries into...

THE KITCHEN.

Marty comes into the kitchen from the rear porch.

MARTY:

Hello, Ma.

MRS. PILLETTI

(whispers)

Marty, Thomas and Virginia are here.

They had another fight with your

Aunt Catherine. So they ask me, would

it be all right if Catherine come to

live with us. So I said, all right

with me, but we have to ask you.

Marty, she's a lonely old lady. Nobody

wants her. Everybody's throwing her

outta their house...

MARTY:

Sure, Ma, it's okay with me.

MRS. PILLETTI

You gotta good heart.

She turns and leads the way back into the dining room. Marty

follows.

DINING ROOM.

Thomas has risen. Mrs. Pilletti and Marty come in.

MRS. PILLETTI

He says okay, it's all right Catherine

comes here.

THOMAS:

Oh, Marty, thanks a lot. That really

takes a load offa my mind.

MARTY:

Oh, we got plenny-a room here.

MRS. PILLETTI

Sure! Sure! It's gonna be nice! It's

gonna be nice! I'll come over tonight

to your house, and I talk with

Catherine, and you see, everything

is gonna work out all right.

THOMAS:

I just wanna thank you people again,

because the situation was just

becoming impossible.

MRS. PILLETTI

Siddown, Thomas, siddown.

She exits into the kitchen. Virginia follows her to the

kitchen door, where the two women ad-lib the following lines

over the ensuing scene between Marty and Thomas.

VIRGINIA:

I'm sorry we gotta rush like this...

MRS. PILLETTI

That's all right, that's all right...

VIRGINIA:

On accounta...

MRS. PILLETTI

I'm gonna see you tonight...

Over this, Thomas talks to Marty.

THOMAS:

Marty, I don't know how to tell you

how much I appreciate what you and

your mother are doing, because the

kinda thing was happening in our

house was Virginia was in the kitchen

making some milk for the baby. So my

mother comes in...

VIRGINIA:

Tommy, I promised the babysitter six

o'clock.

MARTY:

Tommy, before you go, I wonder if

you gimme a little advice.

THOMAS:

Sure, what?

MARTY:

You're the accountant inna family,

and I figure you might know about

these things. My boss wantsa sell

his shop to me. His kids are all

married, you know, and he and his

wife live alone, and they wanna move

out to California where his daughter

lives, so he wantsa sell his shop.

He wants five thousand dollars down,

although I think I can knock him

downa four...

VIRGINIA:

(off-screen, from

deep in the kitchen)

Tommy!

THOMAS:

(rises)

I'll see you at mass tomorrow. We'll

sit down and we'll discuss the whole

thing.

MARTY:

All right, I'll see you, Thomas,

because he wants an answer by Monday.

THOMAS:

Sure. Thanks a lot about my mother.

We'll work out some arrangement,

because naturally I want to pay...

MARTY:

Don't worry about it.

THOMAS:

No, listen, that's my mother, I'm

gonna pay for her...

VIRGINIA:

(off-screen)

Goodby, Marty!

MARTY:

Goodby, Virginia! See you soon!

Thomas has moved off to join his wife in the kitchen where

we can hear them exchanging final protestations and goodbys

with Mrs. Pilletti. Marty sits at the table, hands folded in

front of him, stolid, pensive.

THE KITCHEN. DUSK.

Mrs. Pilletti bends over her steaming kettles. Through the

window we see evening is gathering.

MARTY'S BEDROOM.

It's a small room with bed, chest of drawers, religious

pictures, etc. Marty sits squatly on the edge of the bed,

absorbed in thought. He stands, moves out into...

THE GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR.

...and down that into...

THE DINING ROOM.

...now lit by the overhead neo-Tiffany lampshade and the

beaded old-fashioned lamps. He crosses to the kitchen door,

looks in on his mother, cooking away, turns, crosses back

to...

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