Naked Alibi Page #3
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Well, thanks for dragging me in.
- What's that?
- Sleeping powder.
The doctor wants you to get some sleep.
Go ahead and take it. Marianne
and me will fix you up real fine.
Strong stuff.
So don't smoke
and don't get out of bed.
Go on, drink it.
We'll see you later.
Good to see you back in town Al.
I'll tell the boys about the party.
Close it will you Skinny.
What's this about a party?
Taking the place over after closing.
I'll throw a big one.
Where you been all day.
Been looking for you.
Getting some dresses.
Go buy a pretty hat to go with it.
- Al?
- Yeah?
When are we going to get married?
- What's the rush?
- No rush.
We've known each other a long time.
- Sure.
- When?
When I say. That's when.
How about this weekend.
I'll get a few days off.
Why this marriage kick all of a sudden?
It's the way you come and go Al.
I wait around for you.
Not knowing if you'll be back or not.
I always come back.
I always will.
I know. But I worry.
Last time you were gone so long I...
I thought maybe you got into...
trouble or something.
Trouble?
Me?
No, no.
No.
where do you go when you leave me Al?
What do you do?
What does it matter?
I worry about you, that's what.
You know all about me you need to.
- Where you going?
- To change my dress for the party.
I don't want you to.
You don't have to.
- That's alright.
- Come on baby, let's dance it up.
- You bet Dad. I'm with you.
- You are?
Nobody touches her!
Understand?
He was drunk.
I handle those guys all the time.
Alright. Alright, I'm sorry.
Can't stand anybody touching you.
- Let's drop it.
- Are you sore?
No I'm not sore.
Go back and get the party started.
It can wait.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
I'm going upstairs
and change my dress for the party.
Well let's go.
- You are sore.
- No. I told you I'm not.
Come on.
Al...
Later maybe.
OK baby.
And don't be too long.
I might have to come back for you.
You wouldn't like that would you?
Come in.
- Guess I didn't wake you.
- No.
I just wanted to see how you were.
I'm alright.
A little sore, but I'll be OK.
D'you like talking?
We haven't had much chance.
- Yeah sure.
- I'll warm up the coffee.
Guess you'll be leaving soon?
Right.
D'you have to go?
Will you be back?
I don't know.
You tell me you'll go.
I don't know anything about you.
Does it matter?
Why?
Why are you really Joe?
- Where you from?
- I told you.
Up north. That's all you said.
You really didn't tell me anything.
You didn't tell me anything.
- What is it you want to know?
- Where are you from?
- Here.
- No, before here.
I've moved around a bit.
Atlantic City. Thats where I was born.
Baltimore, Nashville, New Orleans.
See, I tell you everything.
Why d'you come to Border City?
- Who d'you tell I was here?
- Nobody.
Charlie, Pete and me
are the only ones that know.
Why?
Just wanted to find out
if you're a blabbermouth.
I can keep a secret.
Don't you have a boyfriend?
He won't like this.
You were hiding from someone.
Is that it Joe?
- No.
- Who is he?
What'll he do if he finds you?
- I said no.
- Tell me about him!
- Cream and sugar?
- Black.
Bombs away.
It's funny.
We don't understand one another.
We got a lot in common.
I'll see you in the morning.
Hello, operator.
I want to make a collect call
to Matt Matthews.
Montgomery 7...
- Hello.
- Hello Matt, this is Joe.
- Go ahead Joe, I'm listening.
- I saw Willis.
He's in town alright.
I don't know where he's staying
But he's got himself a girl.
Yeah, now listen...
I want you to wire a photo of Willis
to Baltimore, Nashville and New Orleans.
See if they've got a warrant on him.
His girl's moved around, and I've
a hunch they were together there.
- Ill' send the photos right off.
- Right.
Wire any info you get to Joe Carlton.
Border City Motel. Tomorrow.
I'll be waiting.
I don't think his girl knows as much
about him as she'd like, but...
she'll break this case.
Hold it!
Gotta go Matt.
She's on her way to him now.
See you later.
Sure took your time getting here.
- Why don't you watch where you're going
- I'm sorry Mr. Willis, I was just...
Go on play!
What am I playing you for?
- Let me go.
- What's the matter?
It wasn't his fault.
You bumped into him.
So I bumped into him.
A little fight at my own party.
What's wrong with that.
Or don't you remember
what it's like to have fun any more?
Something wrong?
I know you've got something on your mind
you're not talking about.
- Another guy?
- There's no other guy.
There better not be.
If you two time me,
you're gonna feel real sorry.
Where ya going?
I know baby.
You got a date.
Just a drunk.
Hey Mara!
Why d'you have to go?
Stick around a bit.
I can't do it Petey.
Thank your Uncle. I'll pay
for the room as soon as I can.
Where you going?
Leaving town, going back home?
- You ask too many questions.
- It pays to know what's going on.
Marianna, are you up?
Mr. Carlton's leaving.
Just a minute.
Just wanted to say goodbye.
I gotta go.
Have some coffee with me.
No thanks.
- It keeps me asleep.
- This time you can watch.
Alright.
OK, I'm too young for coffee.
I'm sorry you're going.
Things don't always work out
like you think they will.
- I mean the way you hoped.
- No they don't.
- Make mistakes.
- We all do.
Nothing like the ones I made, I bet?
Nothing like that.
Maybe we should forget about the coffee.
What's the matter?
I guess you better go now Joe.
I just keep rattling on.
So many things keep
coming into my mind.
My mother will be sixty this month.
How good the ocean smells
in Atlantic City.
The stray things
to think about now.
I don't know what's the matter with
me today. I feel like a chatterbox.
I don't mind.
Such a nice...
Goodbye Joe.
Goodbye.
Might be nice to know where he's going.
- Any messages?
- No Mr. Carlton.
I'll be in my room,
expecting an important wire.
- If it comes in, send it right over.
- Sure will.
All we did was squabble.
I don't remember anything.
Loaded me up with so much tequila
I passed out.
- My head.
- Fix you up in no time.
Something's wrong with that dame.
That's all.
- Another guy, I bet.
- Sure.
It's got to be, what else.
I'm going to find out.
I'll tell you that.
Just came in Al.
In her dressing room.
- Dressing?
- I've a number to do.
Don't let me stop you.
There.
Nobody'll come barging in now.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Being bashful all of a sudden.
You?
That's a laugh.
What's the matter with you Al?
You act so...
So what?
Go on, say it.
So rough?
Yeah.
You'll trade me for somebody new?
- Somebody nice and tender.
- I don't know what's wrong with you.
- Your new boyfriend
- I haven't got one.
Don't lie to me.
I know when I'm being two timed.
Two time! Who are you to talk about
two timing when you've got a wife.
Who told you that?
How do you know?
How?
Nobody knows about me down here.
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