Midnight Mary Page #3

Coffee for Miss...

Well, coffee.

Shall we see if there's anything

to eat in the house?

- Anything in there you'd like?

- What is this, a hotel?

No, we have good appetites.

Uh-huh.

How about a touch of turkey?

Oh, that does look good.

Was that your husband?

I mean, the one that wanted to use me

for target practice.

No, I haven't any husband.

Then how about some cheese?

No, thank you.

- You don't live here alone, do you?

- My father and I.

Two gentlemen of the old school.

I'll bet you're an only child.

No, don't tell me. Let me guess.

Mm-hm. The proverbial waster,

aimlessly drifting...

...killing a brilliant mind with drink.

Are you ever serious about anything?

No, what is there to be serious about?

The income tax?

Tonsils? The decline of the white race?

Of course, there's always sex.

How do you feel about sex, Potter?

Or... do you?

At this hour of the night, sir,

it would be almost impossible to know.

- Would there be anything else, sir?

- Run along to bed, Potter.

- I'm sorry I disturbed you.

- Yes, sir.

So am I, sir.

I mean, I beg your pardon, sir.

- Good night, sir.

- You're pardoned, good night.

Now, what do you suppose

made me think of sex?

I can't imagine. Most men never do.

- And I'm the intellectual type myself.

- Me too.

Sometimes, my baser nature

gets the better of me.

That's the beast in you.

How well you understand me.

Mm-hm.

By the way, have you got any plans

for the rest of the evening?

Well, let me see.

Oh, we could wake up your father

and play 3oo pinochle.

I can think of better games than that.

Can't you?

- Haven't you about finished your supper?

- Why?

Well, we're not gonna waste

the rest of the night sitting here, are we?

- Oh, I forgot to tell you.

- What?

I'm really a kitchen sitter at heart.

- I hope your friends got away.

- I hope so.

I've just discovered

I'm a tottering, dull old man.

Amazing. You don't look a day over 9o.

Nothing ever happens to me.

Life's always passing me by.

And look at you.

You think it's a gorgeous thrill

dodging coppers?

First excitement I've had

since my grandfather fell downstairs...

...and left me 3 million in trust.

Here's to whoever turned out the lights.

You know, if you hadn't started

through that door the same time I did...

...well, I wouldn't be eating turkey.

I guess I'd better be on my way.

- Do you think it's safe to go now?

- Safe as it'll ever be.

- And I wish you wouldn't.

- I've got to.

- My nerves are all jittery.

- All right.

Come on, I'll get you a taxi.

- Who's that?

- My father.

Nice-looking.

- What is he, a judge?

- Used to be.

He's probably met

some of my best friends, socially.

Oh, this is a lovely room.

So peaceful and friendly.

I'm glad you like it.

It won't take me a minute to get a taxi.

Can you imagine? This is my picture.

That's funny. My father thinks it's his.

That isn't the original one, is it?

If it isn't, the old gentleman

is gonna be very much upset.

Well, it's the strangest thing,

finding it here in your house.

I saw a copy of it a long time ago...

...and I thought it was the most

beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Oh, that's my taxi.

- Won't you need a coat?

- No, thanks.

It must be a help

living in a house like this.

It gives you something,

a feeling of security.

Well, anyway, thanks for everything.

But isn't there anything I can do for you?

Where are you off to?

What's gonna happen to you?

- What's your name?

- Don't spoil everything.

What do you mean?

That's what's been so nice about it.

You didn't ask any questions.

Good night.

You don't mind if I tell you

you're an exceedingly swell fella?

Same to you.

I can't go back, I can't. Did you mean it

when you said you'd help me?

- Of course. What can I do?

- Get me a job.

A decent one.

Are you still set

on being a businesswoman?

Mm-hm.

It seems like an awful waste,

but if you're determined to do it...

...I know you'll make good.

I hope so.

- I owe you such a lot of money already...

- Don't worry about that.

Do you ever see your friends these days?

No. I never saw them again.

- I won't take up any more of your time.

- Don't be in a hurry.

- Tindle, this is Miss Martin.

How do you do?

Put Miss Martin

in the Stenographic Department.

We have no vacancies, Mr. Mannering.

Well, make one.

There ought to be room for a good worker.

Yes, sir.

- Are you sure you wanna do this?

- Certainly.

Why not?

Knowing what you do about me,

it's kind of taking a chance.

I'll take it.

It seems silly just to say thanks.

Oh, excuse me,

I didn't know you was in conference.

Come in, Sam.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- When do I start?

- Tomorrow morning.

Heh. Looks like she's already started.

There you go, your low mind.

Don't make mistakes about that lady.

Oh, I won't make any mistakes,

neither will you.

She's magnificent.

And she's gonna make things

cozy around here.

Now, listen to me. She's a nice girl.

She's coming to work as a stenographer.

She doesn't want any nonsense.

And you and I, my lad,

are gonna keep our hands off.

Uh-huh. Do you know any other ones?

Excuse me.

Right away, Mr. Ledyard.

For Mr. Mannering, Jr. And Mr. Gates.

The report on the Robert's

chancery case.

Put it down. On the desk.

Uh... Take these back to the library,

will you?

- That'll be all, Miss Martin.

- Thank you.

Good night, Mr. Tindle.

Coming over tonight, Hazel?

If Harry wants to.

I have to get a finger wave

before they close.

- Stepping out tonight.

- I'm not stepping farther than the kitchen.

Ma makes Wiener schnitzel

every Thursday night.

- You like Wiener schnitzel, Grace?

Do I? Mm-mm-mm.

Taxi, lady?

You better ride.

I tell you, I'm through.

My life's my own, isn't it?

- I don't owe you a thing.

- That the way you feel about it, Mary?

You could do a lot of harm,

dropping a word at the wrong time.

- It's a mouthpiece you're working for.

- Oh, lay off.

Mary's got sense.

Sure, Mary's on the level, she is.

Oh, shut up, the whole lot of you.

Okay, kid, if that's what you want.

You don't owe us a thing.

You can go whenever you want to.

But remember this,

you'll come back crawling.

And maybe I'll let you in.

- I'll take my chances.

- Oh, honey, don't mind him.

- He's daffy about you.

- Mm-hm. So I noticed.

And to the knowledge of the affiant...

Wait till I find the report.

Mary, I can't stand it any longer.

You're driving me crazy.

Mary, Mary, be kind to me.

The place hasn't been the same

since you came.

I want to explain.

I hope you didn't think that...

- Mary.

- Oh, Tom.

Oh, Tom, I've waited so long.

- Darling.

- Mm.

- File this with the county clerk tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

What shall I tell the county clerk, sir?

Tell him the fishing's fine.

Oh, Tom.

Yoo-hoo!

Sam.

Oh, he would.

We ran out of Scotch on a party.

I just came in for some more.

- I'll be going, then.

- Now, don't you worry.

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