Private Property Page #3
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- Year:
- 1960
- 79 min
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Well, you got your suit on.
How do you know?
Well, your slacks
are kind of tight.
Use this towel.
Oh.
You keep yourself
in good condition.
Well, I guess I'm what you call
the physical type-
Not much up here.
What's your hurry?
Oh, I have housework to do.
You do all your own housework?
We used to have a maid
enough work
for a fulltime servant.
Besides, I kind of like it.
How about a butler?
'Wu?
Could make your bed.
Take care of your roses.
Ann.
How did you know my name?
in your car.
I found one of your gloves.
I like the perfume.
I want to keep it.
How much do I owe you?
Ann.
I'm sorry.
I know I ought not to have.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
It doesn't matter.
I wasn't mad at you.
You came to the door
and you said, like,
how there was no work.
And I thought you were stuck up.
But I can't be nice
to every stranger
that rings the bell.
You don't have to put them down.
I didn't mean to put you down.
You don't know what it means
to a guy like me
to take a dip
in a private pool.
I understand.
You don't have
to feel sorry for me.
I make a living.
I didn't mean it that way.
Why should you care?
You don't know me.
What is your name?
Ben Saunders.
Do you live near here, Ben?
I sleep in my truck.
Let me give you some money.
I can't. -I get an allowance as
regular as clockwork every week.
I can't.
Don't you understand?
Will you let me lend it to you?
Will you let me come back
and work it off?
We'll see. You wait here.
Will 10 be enough?
-I changed my mind.
I can't take it.
-Oh, don't be silly.
You've got to find
a place to sleep.
I already know one.
In the back of your truck?
Next door.
Next door?
It's empty.
You can't go in there.
For one night.
You'd get caught.
Can I stay?
I'd have to tell my husband.
I guess you would.
Well, goodbye.
Bye.
I've told you she's yours. I
wouldn't touch her with a bamboo rake.
Oh, come on, cut it out.
She's a cow. She's got cow
eyes and she gives butter.
And if I wanted her for myself,,
I could've had her in the garage
or on the patio or I could've
pushed her in the pool.
How long does it take?
Right.
Now, you listen to me.
You want me to go down there
and drag her up here by the hair?
Do you want me to hold her
while she screams?
Do you want me to cut her so
she bleeds all over you, Boots?
You tell me how you
want her, dead or alive?
Alive.
All right. Then we do it my way,
all the time it takes.
Who is it? The fuzz?
It's her husband.
Ann.
Ann Pan.
In here.
Were you asleep?
-Caught napping-
You all right?
I had a dream. -Bad?
I dreamed the pool got so
hot, all the water boiled away.
Want me to turn off the heater?
Maybe later.
Take off your suit
and put on that towel thing.
I ordered a table,
at the Imperial Gardens.
How come?
Big celebration.
Did you land the son-in-laws?
One down and two to go.
for all his west coast plants.
He asked me to come up
to San Francisco.
When?
Tomorrow.
For how long?
Oh, just for the day.
He wants me to meet
the management heads.
I leave on flight 307 at 10:40.
Return trip, flight 521,
leaving at 7:
10,due here at 8:
40.Did you eat?
Oranges.
All set?
May I have a martini?
Do you think we need
a new gardener?
Why?
Well, a man stopped by today,
a Mr. Saunders?
He knows landscaping
and he pointed out some things.
He's trying to start a business
in the neighborhood.
What did you tell him?
I told him
I'd take it up with you.
It's been took up,
voted down unanimously.
He asked about
the house next door.
Tell him to take that up
with old man Hall.
I love you.
And I love you.
You look just wonderful.
Leave on the den lights?
Uh-hmm.
How come you do the work
and he takes her out?
She's not gonna sleep tonight.
She'll lie awake,
think about me.
Watch it.
Where are you going?
I left the pool light on.
I'll get it.
No, I'm already up.
She's looking up here.
Blow her a kiss.
No, man.
Let her sweat.
What was the flight number?
521, United.
At 8:
30.I'll be here.
Bye-bye.
I'll miss you.
Ben?
Hey, Ben?
Hey, you left
the side door open again.
Isn't your radio a little loud?
Hey, Ed.
Turn it down.
That's Ed Hogate.
He's a buddy of mine.
I thought you said
you were alone.
I am.
We bumped into each other
last night at Schwab's.
I mean, I thought you said
you didn't know anyone.
I don't.
He's from Sacramento.
He's in the-
In the appliance business,
you know, door-to-door sales
of vacuum cleaners
and steam irons
and things like that.
Were you in there last night
in the Hall's house?
I saw you come out and turn on
the heat in the pool.
I could've used
some heat up there myself.
It's warmer sleeping
in the truck.
I had a feeling
someone was in there.
Was your friend with you?
On, Eddy?
Oh, no.
He came up the hill
about an hour ago
while you were out
driving your husband.
Oh, Roger's gone up
to San Francisco.
Business?
I told him about you.
What'd he say?
isn't any work for you here.
Well, it doesn't make
any difference.
I didn't feel
HEY,
I had an idea.
It's past lunch
and I thought maybe
you'd let me take you
to a drive-in restaurant
and treat you to a cheeseburger.
Do you like
grilled cheese sandwiches?
Oh,
no, that's too much trouble.
Oh, it's no trouble at all.
I can't.
Now, don't start that again.
You're not gonna turn me down
two times in a row.
You go invite your friend.
You don't have to invite him.
Tell him luncheon is served.
What's up?
You're invited to lunch.
Scooby-doo-by-doo-ba-ba.
Fine.
Now, listen to me.
We know each other
from Sacramento.
We met last night at Schwab's.
Schwab's?
Yeah, that's a drug store.
Another thing,
I was in the house
last night by myself.
Where was I?
Who gives a flop where you were?
You're in
the appliance business.
Oh, come on, man.
Sales manager.
Here's your card.
Your name is Ed Hogate.
And what...
What's your name?
Ben Saunders.
Where do you get
this stuff from?
It's from your mother,
go get the radio.
Okay. Sure, Benny.
Ben.
Ann, may I present Ed.
How do you do?
Won't you sit down?
The cheese is on the grill
for when we're ready.
Do you like grilled cheese
sandwiches, Ed?
Well me, I'd eat anything.
Please, go ahead.
Well, I hope it's all right.
instead of mayonnaise.
I'm trying to lose weight
on everyone.
And not an ounce of fat on you.
Yeah, where could
you lose it from?
You're both much too polite.
Ben tells me you're in
the appliance business.
Oh, yes.
Yeah, here's my card.
Sacramento Appliance Company.
Sales manager.
Well, yes, you see,
I'm in charge
of this bunch of goldbricks.
And they're supposed
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