Play Misty for Me Page #2

Fine. Next time,

why don't we do it that way?

Okay. Any way you like. Next time.

How do you like your steak?

Extremely rare.

That's just how I like mine.

Extremely rare.

I'll get some wine here. A little vino.

Vino! All this and heaven, too!

Terrific!

This is gonna be some dinner.

What happened to that discussion

we had last time?

You know,

the deal about no strings and all that?

There are no strings,

but I never said anything...

...about not coming back for seconds, did I?

That's right. You didn't.

When will I see you?

I'll give you a call.

- Dave, you're funny.

- How's that?

If you want to keep playing these games,

okay, but...

...they're really not necessary anymore,

not for me.

People are trying to sleep here!

People are trying to talk here!

- How'd you like to tell that to the law?

- How'd you like to go screw yourself?

Take it easy!

Guy's just trying to sleep, that's all.

You're right.

It's a terrific morning.

Why be selfish with it?

Bye-bye.

Wait a minute!

Yeah?

Excuse me, I saw the sweater,

and I thought you were somebody else.

You must be David.

Where have you been?

Around.

I was trying to join the revolt

against the representational.

Didn't quite make that though.

So now I'm just trying to play it cool.

Not quite making that either.

Got time for a break?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- When did you get in town?

- Yesterday.

- You weren't gonna call me?

- Of course I was. I had to get settled first.

You shouldn't lend your sweaters

to blabbermouths.

You've gotten thinner.

No!

Well, so much for Sausalito.

Sausalito?

That's where I was staying.

Jay Jay's place.

- Jay Jay's place?

- It's nothing much, really.

It's just a little pied--terre,

but it's handy to the fleet.

You told me

you didn't know where she was.

So I lied. Picket me.

- Thanks a lot.

- Listen, stud, it wasn't my idea.

You should have caught her act.

The whole Bette Davis,

through-finished-kaput scene.

- And at 3:
00 a.m.

- Come on, Jay Jay. He's exaggerating.

I'll check with Malcolm.

Maybe I can get you the afternoon off.

What happened, pussycat?

He ran into Anjelica.

She told him I was back.

That b*tch should be hung by the thumbs

or something equally appropriate.

It's all set up.

Let's go.

It's nothing personal, really.

I happen to think

she could be a first-rate artist...

...if her damned hormones

didn't get in the way.

- There's not much he can do about that.

- He could kill himself.

Jay Jay,

why don't you go cruise some sailors?

Please, don't mention seafood.

Come on.

I really missed this place.

I missed you.

You'd do me a big favor

if you didn't say things like that.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Somehow it brings out the worst in me.

It makes me want to say things like,

"How's that redhead?"

What?

The redhead,

the one who worked in the bookstore.

She went back to Berkeley or whatever.

That's too bad.

You always have that blonde

from Santa Barbara to fall back on.

If that's the phrase I'm looking for,

and I think it probably is.

What are we gonna do?

Go through a whole list? Is that it?

Who's got that kind of time?

I just don't know if I'm up to it anymore.

Up to what?

Those nights sitting and waiting for you

to finish your program and come by.

Nights when it would start to get late...

...and I'd start to think:

"I wonder if he's run himself off a cliff

or maybe he's run into a blonde."

There was a time

when I started rooting for the accident.

I mean, if it was a choice

between that and a blonde.

You don't know

how secure you make me feel.

I didn't wish you anything too serious.

Just a couple of months in traction.

You're all heart.

You know, the thing I hate the most

in the whole world is a jealous female...

...and that's what I was becoming.

That's why I had to split.

I was starting to be

one of my most unfavorite people.

I hated it. I know you did, too.

That still works anyway.

- Too well sometimes.

- What does that mean?

I mean, there's a little spot in the middle

of each day, just about your size.

There's lots of girls my size

if you're really looking.

I'm not. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

You mean you've given up girls?

I haven't exactly been the monk

of the month or anything like that...

...but I have been making an effort.

There must be a real consternation

among those "gropies."

That's "groupies," isn't it?

I don't know, "groupies, gropies..."

You know, you've got to be fair.

It hasn't just been my fault.

Listen, I know.

They kept overpowering you.

You get a little bit of the blame, too,

you know.

You and that parade of roommates

that keep moving in and out of your place.

I didn't realize

they were such a trial to you.

What trial? I enjoyed it.

You and I sitting in front of the fireplace...

...and then some chick sitting there

with a bathrobe on, eating Fig Newtons.

What about the one with the St. Bernard?

She was a real winner.

She took up enough space.

And then that other one

that took the flute lessons.

Yeah, maybe it was a little rough on you.

I can think of a thousand reasons

why we should try again.

I've got about seven billion things to do.

What do you think?

You want to try for a new start,

right from the letter "A"?

- What am I gonna do with you?

- A lot.

Hi. Excuse me.

Hi.

- You've met Anjelica, my...

- Roommate. Yes.

I think I'll drive into Carmel and see

if I can't find some cleaning solvent.

There's plenty under the sink.

Okay.

This house ought to have a revolving door.

You know when my father left me

this house, he left me payments.

I can't handle that expense by myself

and most girls don't like the isolation.

- It's a long way from town.

- I know.

I better get back to work.

- Thanks.

- That's it, "thanks"?

Four months in Sausalito is a long time.

I am not gonna get back

on that same old merry-go-round again.

What do I have to do,

give you a notarized statement?

I need a couple of more days to try and...

...figure out where I'm at.

Okay. You get your bearings,

and then you'll give me a call, all right?

- Hi, Murph.

- Hi, Dave.

Sardine Factory.

Dave Garver?

You said this is Evelyn?

No.

Sorry, you've just missed him.

- What do you mean?

- He's gone. He's not here.

I think you'd better look again.

Believe me, you just missed him.

Now if you're interested

in someone more sophisticated...

...l'll be happy to...

That's what I get for being a dirty old man.

There's a message for you,

a Madge somebody from San Francisco.

- Brenner?

- That's it. Al Monte gave her this number.

"Received pictures and biography.

"Please send a two-hour tape

of your show as soon as possible."

- Thanks, Murph.

- Don't mention it.

I can't tell you how thrilled I am

to be your social secretary.

You will put that on my tab?

Surprise!

What are you doing here?

I was calling you from that phone booth

and he told me you'd left...

...and I was staring right at your car.

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