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Psycho Page #12
- R
- Year:
- 1960
- 109 min
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SAM:
Here?
LILA:
With you.
SAM:
Where?
LILA:
I don't know where. In your store,
somewhere in your town... anywhere.
SAM:
What's the matter?
LILA:
Don't you know?
As Sam is about to speak, the Woman Customer comes sailing
past, speaking as she goes and wearing a satisfied smile.
WOMAN CUSTOMER:
All I can do is hope if it isn't
painless, it's quick!
She speaks "quick" with a kind of delicious bite, nods
happily, goes on out of the store. Sam is now staring
apprehensively at Lila.
SAM:
What should I know?
LILA:
To begin with, where Mary is. Do
you?
SAM:
No. I take it you don't either?
(As Lila shakes her
head)
How long?
LILA:
Last Friday. She left work, and
home... I was in Tucson over the
weekend... I haven't heard from her,
not even a phone call.
SAM:
And you thought she'd come up here,
to me? If she had, what reason would
she have for not calling you?
LILA:
A good reason, I suppose.
SAM:
(Slightly exasperated)
Well what do you think, we eloped or
something? Or we're living in sin
and...
LILA:
Mr. Loomis, you're so busy being
defensive that you haven't even
reacted to the most serious fact of
all. Mary is missing.
SAM:
I was getting to that!
LILA:
What do you know about it?
SAM:
Nothing! You're putting me on the
defensive.
LILA:
Look, if you two are in this thing
together, I don't care, it's none of
my business... But I want to see
Mary. I want her to tell me she's
all right and it's none of my
business. Then I'll go back to Phoenix
and...
She stops, the anxiety and fear building up in her, her eyes
beginning to fill with worried tears. Sam studies her for a
moment, then turns and calls:
SAM:
Bob? Run out and get yourself some
lunch.
SUMMERFIELD:
It's okay, Sam, I brought it with
me.
SAM:
Run out and eat it.
Bob gets the message, goes out through the back way.
Sam goes closer to Lila, speaks with soft seriousness.
SAM:
What thing?
LILA:
Huh?
SAM:
What thing could we be in together?
LILA:
(A pause)
I hate tears.
(Takes out hankie)
SAM:
Is Mary... in trouble?
LILA:
Yes.
SAM:
Well why didn't she come to me...
call me...?
LILA:
Not that kind...
(Almost a smile)
You men and your egos.
SAM:
(Seriously)
Never mind my ego. Let's talk about
Mary.
Their attention is distracted by a man who has strolled
quietly into the room. He ignores them, walks past them,
goes behind the counter, takes down a sign reading "CLOSED
FOR LUNCH," walks back to the door, closes door, hangs the
sign across the door window, locks the door, turns to Sam
and Lila, folds his arms, smiles a particularly unfriendly
smile.
ARBOGAST:
Let's all talk about Mary.
SAM:
Who are you, friend?
ARBOGAST:
Milt Arbogast, Private Investigator.
(To Lila)
Where is she, Miss Crane?
LILA:
I don't know.
ARBOGAST:
Wouldn't have been able to tail you
if you did.
SAM:
What's your interest?
ARBOGAST:
Money.
There is a moment's silence and then, unable to tolerate the
sudden frightening happenings, Sam explodes.
SAM:
Somebody better tell me what's going
on and tell me fast! I can take so
much and then...
ARBOGAST:
(Interrupting calmly)
Your girl friend stole forty thousand
dollars.
Sam looks at Arbogast in utter shock and in that state asks
one of those seemingly ridiculous questions.
SAM:
Why?
ARBOGAST:
(An almost amused
smile)
Must've needed it.
SAM:
What are you talking about?
(To Lila)
What is this?
LILA:
She was supposed to bank it, on
Friday, for her boss. She didn't.
And no one has seen her since.
ARBOGAST:
(Looking at Sam)
Someone has seen her. Someone always
sees a girl with forty thousand
dollars.
(To Sam)
She is your girl friend, isn't she?
LILA:
Sam, they don't want to prosecute,
they just want the money back. It
was all in cash...
ARBOGAST:
(Correcting with
Cassidy's word)
Casharoonie!
LILA:
Sam, if she's here...
SAM:
She isn't!
A real look of anguish comes into Lila's face. And Arbogast
studies it, then speaks.
ARBOGAST:
You came up here on a hunch, Miss
Crane? Nothing more? No phone call...
from him, or from your sister herself?
LILA:
(wearily)
Not even a hunch. Just hope.
ARBOGAST:
With a little checking, I could get
to believe you.
LILA:
(anxiously)
I don't care if you do or... I want
to see Mary... before she gets in
any deeper...
SAM:
Did you check in Phoenix...
hospitals... maybe she had an
accident... a hold-up...
ARBOGAST:
She was seen leaving town in her
car. Seen by her very victims, I
might add.
SAM:
(after a moment)
I don't believe it.
(to Lila, slowly)
Do you?
LILA:
(a thoughtful pause)
Yes... I just... did. The moment
they told me...
SAM:
You might have doubted for say five
minutes or so, Sister.
Lila turns from Sam, a flush of guilt and regret in her face.
Arbogast looks at her, quiet sympathetically.
ARBOGAST:
We're always quickest to doubt people
who have a record for being honest.
I think she's here, Miss Crane. Where
there's a boyfriend...
(Trails off, smiles
encouragingly)
She won't be back there among the
nuts and bolts... but she'll be in
this town... somewhere. I'll find
her.
He nods, takes down the closed-for-lunch sign, sails it to
the counter, opens door, goes out into the street.
After a quiet moment:
LILA:
I just listened... and believed
everything they told me. 'She stole
the money.' 'We don't want to get
her in trouble.' 'No don't bring the
police in'...
SAM:
It was her boss' idea not to report
it to the police?
LILA:
No. The man whose money she... he
talked so loud and fast, and I... I
should've called the police.
SAM:
He must have had a darn good reason
for wanting them kept out of it...
All that cash...
LILA:
I ought to call the police right
now!
SAM:
No.
LILA:
Why not? Sam, is she hiding here?
Are you two planning to go away with
the money?
SAM:
How could I go away? I'm in debt up
to my...
(Smiles at the
incongruity of his
reply, then goes
serious)
If she did steal that money... It's
hard to believe she did because it's
hard to see why she would. Unless
she had some wild idea that it would
help me... us...
LILA:
She haven't even called you?
SAM:
I didn't see her... and I didn't
hear from her! Believe that!
LILA:
I need to... I need to believe
something. This is the first time
I've ever come up against anything I
couldn't... understand.
SAM:
You've led a charmed life.
LILA:
No. I just think... anything can be
explained. But Mary, doing a thing
like this... I don't know how to
handle...
SAM:
Maybe we can handle it together.
(He smiles
encouragingly)
LILA:
(A rueful shrug)
I came flying up here expecting to
get some explanation... for all I
know, she may be trying to get in
touch with me, at home. I'd better
go home.
SAM:
(A thoughtful pause)
I think she'll contact me if she
contacts anybody. Why don't you stay
here. When she shows up... or calls...
be here.
LILA:
(A long study, her
suspicion of him
evaporating)
You want me to stay here?
SAM:
She'll need both of us.
LILA:
(considers, then:)
Where... can I stay?
SAM:
(brightly)
First rate hotel, fifty yards up the
street. Come on.
(as he reaches for
the closed-for-lunch
sign)
After we check you in we'll go to
the drugstore and get you a sandwich.
Then we'll come back here... and
wait.
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