Play Misty for Me Page #4

What else at this hour of the morning?

I'm surprised his conscience

was that clear!

- What do you want, Evelyn?

- "What do you want, Evelyn?"

Do I have to want something?

Can't I just come over?

Or is it inconvenient?

- Wait a...

- Did I make a boo-boo?

Has someone been sleeping

in Papa Bear's bed?

Wait a minute, goddamn it!

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

I thought...

God, don't look at me that way, Dave.

I just don't know what to say to you.

I'm sorry I mistrusted you.

I know you'd never spoil it.

To spoil what?

What we have between us.

We don't have a goddamn thing!

How many ways do I have to say this?

I don't care how many ways you say it,

it's not true!

- What do I have to do to convince you?

- It's not true!

It's not!

What are you doing?

I'm gonna get dressed and drive you home,

that's what.

Why are you playing these games?

Why are you pretending you don't love me?

I don't even believe I'm hearing this.

But I love you!

You haven't got the vaguest idea

what love is.

We don't even know each other.

Wait a minute.

You don't have to do that.

I'm okay. I can drive home.

Are you sure?

Positive. I'm fine.

Let me just wash my face.

You ready?

You okay?

Oh, no.

How's she gonna be?

I sutured the wounds.

It wasn't quite as bad as it looked.

It couldn't have been.

You know, Dave,

I'm supposed to turn a report in on this.

But you won't. You see, Tobie's back.

I'd rather tell her, and not have her read it

in the paper somewhere.

I didn't know that. I'll tell Marie.

We'll do the spaghetti number.

- Somebody gonna be around here today?

- Me. I'll be here.

I bombed her out pretty good.

Let her sleep it off

before you take her home.

- And how long will that be?

- It's hard to say. Why?

- I'd like to take Tobie out tonight.

- No problem.

She'll wake up sometime this afternoon,

Is she gonna be all right?

The cuts were really pretty superficial.

I mean, do you think she'll try it again?

Chances are against it.

But I'd watch her.

I wouldn't leave her alone if she seems

unusually depressed or insecure.

Better get some sleep yourself.

You look like hell.

Call me if you need me.

Thanks, Frank. I really appreciate it.

How are you feeling?

Okay. Fine.

Here.

Thank you.

Brought you a little soup.

It looks good.

I don't know what to say.

It frightens me thinking about it.

Don't think about it.

I don't mean me. I mean you.

"Girl commits suicide

in disc jockey's home."

It's not very good publicity

for a man in your position.

Get some rest. As soon as you feel better,

I'll take you home.

Thank you, David.

I got your clothes hung up

in the closet there.

Maybe you better answer the phone.

Yeah. I'll get it in the other room.

Hello.

Hi. I just wanted to check.

We still on for tonight?

Yeah, I'm ready to go.

What time is the party?

Madalyn's already left,

and she won't be back for a long time...

...and I was just thinking...

Would you be disappointed if we didn't go

to the party and just stayed here instead?

I think I can bear up under it.

Don't be too long.

- That's me at the door.

- David...

...the way I look at it,

the hell with Sausalito.

Bye-bye.

Evelyn?

- What's the matter? Take it easy.

- I had a dream.

I was drowning in the ocean and

I called to you, but you just stood there...

...watching. Watching.

It was just a dream.

Oh, God, I'm so alone.

Hold me.

Hold me, Dave. Please.

Yeah.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go.

David!

I woke up and you were gone.

If you have something planned for tonight,

you could just take me home.

Maybe that'd be best.

No, no, there's nothing.

Good.

Isn't this nice?

Just us here, together.

Here we go again.

Stone-cold dead in the market.

Must have been quite a party.

Go away, Birdie.

Any other bodies,

any other juiceheads around here?

Come back tomorrow, will you?

Or next year sometime.

I better check the workbench.

All right, break it up in here.

Looks like old times around this place.

Evelyn?

Lose something, tiger?

You couldn't find it within your heart

to come back at a later time, could you?

This is a later time, pussycat.

I'm paying you back

for the day I blew last week.

Evelyn?

Very funny, Birdie. Very funny.

What I can't figure out is,

with all this action going on in here...

...what are you doing

out there couching it?

What is this, some kind of Kinsey Report?

Do I come over to your house

and ask a lot of dumb questions?

You just ought to, pussycat.

Might open up

a whole new way of life to you.

Hold it.

Let's try to show a little class, shall we?

Mr. Garver's residence.

I'll see.

Do you want to talk to a Madge Brenner?

Yeah. I want to talk to her.

Thanks. Hello.

Hello, Mr. Garver? Madge Brenner.

We like the tape on your show.

Like it very much.

There are one or two others in the running,

but, frankly...

Can we have lunch today?

- Windjammer still good?

- Yeah, still very good.

Reserve a table in your name.

- See you then, Mr. Garver.

- Great. Bye-bye.

Looks like we found Evelyn.

"Good morning, darling. Gone shopping.

"Back in a flash with the hash."

A little humor in there.

"Love and kisses, Evelyn."

And then it says:

"If you can't find your keys, don't worry.

"I borrowed your car."

Here's your key, and here's your copy.

That'll be $0.40, please.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

David? I stopped by my...

Hi.

Don't you look all gussied up?

Good. I was gonna cook brunch

but this calls for something more festive.

How about the Marquis? My treat.

- After all I put you through, it's the least...

- I have a lunch date. Business.

- Business?

- Yeah. Can I have my car keys?

Sure.

I think you ought to take it easy, anyway.

Get some rest.

Yeah, I do feel a little tired.

Very funny, Dave.

Now, let's talk show.

Tell me, what do you think of the concept?

The unstructured...

...the loosey-goosey, Monterey pop,

Woodstock kind of thing?

I like it very much,

and I think I can handle it.

So do I.

I'll keep this

to promote your new career with.

You'll be working with kids,

bright and marvelous.

But they take handling.

If this goes the way I think it will...

...there's no reason in the world why...

- Isn't this cozy?

So this is your business lunch?

How's business?

Friend of yours?

- Just another trick.

- That's enough.

Is that your idea of a dish?

She's a little old for you, isn't she?

What is this,

"Be Kind to Senior Citizens Week"?

Get outta here!

I don't mind you being a bastard,

but do you have to be a tasteless one?

Stop it, you son of a b*tch!

She couldn't get laid in a lumber camp!

Stop it, you son of a b*tch!

You're hurting me!

Stop it, you dirty bastard! No!

Stop it! Dave!

No! No!

Don't leave me! Don't leave me!

She's nothing! Nothing! Nothing!

- I love you!

- Get her outta here.

Where to?

I did it because I love you.

Don't you understand that?

- I love you!

- Where to?

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