Private Property Page #4

to ring the doorbells

and unload

these electric juicers

on the unsuspecting housewife.

TV sets and electric toasters,

and fiber door mats and...

Well, you name it, we got it.

I dress casual like this

because they're supposed to do

the public sales pitch

and I pull the strings

from above.

You have to keep

the group separate,

you know, the birds,

and the snakes and...

But if you want a wholesale

markdown on anything

like a set of power tools,

well, I'll have it up

for you this afternoon.

Oh, Ann has all

the comforts of home.

But I appreciate the offer.

Well, are we ready

for cheese sandwiches?

You're the hostess.

Ben, what about me?

You wait here.

I thought you might

need some help.

Well, you might

hand me the butter.

These stick to the grill.

Why don't you let me do that?

I used to cook short

order up in Fresno.

What haven't you clone?

Where did you first

meet your husband?

Oh, in school.

We were kids together.

He left Green Castle

to go to Chicago.

He started out to be an architect, but

changed over to the insurance business.

Did you follow him to Chicago?

No. No, he came back

home to visit his folks

on his summer vacation.

We went to some dances

and fell in love.

How long have you been married?

-Oh, as long as I can remember.

You love him? -See, I was 19.

Yes, I'm in love with him.

He takes care of you?

He provides a roof,

my clothes, my own car.

What about you?

-What do you mean?

Oh.

I just had a feeling about you.

Oh?

It's none of my business.

No, I guess it isn't.

They smell good.

Ben!

Would you take care of them?

I want to get out of this dress.

I'm afraid I might

drip something on it.

I won't be but a minute.

Make mine rare, with onions.

Come here.

Go see if there's some beer

in the icebox.

You look like a movie star.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind

my raiding your beer,

but Boots was dry

as big old bone.

Boots?

That's his nickname because

he wears motorcycle boots.

I notice you wear them too.

Yeah, well,

they stand up

under a lot of rough wear

and they're inexpensive.

They look kind of tough.

I suppose.

Cops wear them.

Cops don't go around

and losing their belts.

Where did you find that?

You know I've been afraid

to sneeze.

Do YOU play, Boots?

The phonograph.

Oh, Ann, I bet you play.

Oh, only at parties.

Well, let's have a party.

Hey, you got any 45s?

I'm afraid all we have

are albums.

This is a stereo set,

and music comes out

of both speakers.

Oh, yeah, I know.

Should we put something on?

Hey, you got any dance music?

Well, now this is a test record,

it has music and sounds.

Sounds like a freight yard.

Salt Lake City.

Your Arthur Murray dance party.

Don't say anything.

Shh.

You're gonna take it

for yourself, aren't you?

Nobodys gonna take nothing.

You said you was gonna

fix me up, Duke, remember?

Relax.

Come on,

don't get sore.

You said I was saving

it for a rich daddy.

Well maybe that's

what you want me to do.

Was he upset?

Well, he's...

kind of a poor soul.

Maybe you should go after him.

Do you want me to go?

I think you'd better.

Kind of pushed my welcome.

It's getting late.

What time do you have to go?

Roger's clue back at 8:40.

Plenty of time.

I promised

I'd drive out to meet him.

It can only be about 6:00.

I have to get dressed.

One for the road?

All right.

No more for me,

I'm getting dizzy.

I won't be able to drive.

No.

I don't want to go in there.

You don't want to be sick.

I don't want to.

No, Ben.

I can't.

No, Ben. I can't.

You want to.

No, this is our bed.

We can go somewhere else.

We could go next door.

No, I just can't.

Please.

I love you.

No.

Not here.

Go!

Don't.

I don't want to hurt you.

I'll give you my word.

I won't do anything. I

just wanna look at you.

I don't wanna hurt you.

You keep still

or I'll cut your head off.

You don't have to scream.

You don't have to fight me.

He wants me to.

Duke wants me to.

Don't tell him I can't.

You let him touch you?

You didn't care if it was him,

or me, or the garbage man.

You laid there...

like a dog.

I heard you cry.

There was lipstick

all over your face.

A crease in your hair.

You were drunk.

You were crying for it.

Duke. -You're a

filthy, stinking b*tch.

Duke, don't. Don't hurt her.

Help! Somebody, help!

Ann! -Roger, help!

Look out, Roger. He has a knife.

Swim down to this end.

In my desk,

in the right-hand drawer

under the policies, my army pistol.

Roger, help me. -Run.

Shoot him, Ann. Shoot him.

Ann, are you all right?

I wasn't,

but I am now.

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