Scarlet Street Page #3

Don't you wish it could happen to you!

I'm in love, crazy in love!

With a man who pushes you around

the way I wouldn't push a cat around.

You leave Johnny out of this!

With your looks and figure

you could get any man you want.

Sure, but there's only one I want.

Yeah, and he's making a tramp out of you.

You wouldn't know love if it

hit you in the face!

If that's where it hits you,

you ought to know!

That robin sings just like I feel.

Look, there's a pair of them up there,

they're building their nest.

Say, where'd you learn that?

When I was a kid.

But I haven't done that in 40 years.

I feel like a kid myself today.

Sold any pictures lately?

No.

Why don't you paint my picture?

I'd like to.

Could I bring my easel to your apartment?

I'm afraid my girlfriend wouldn't like that.

How long does it take you to paint a picture?

Sometimes a day, sometimes a year.

You can't tell, it has to grow.

I never knew paint could grow!

Feeling grows.

You know, that's the important thing...feeling.

Now you take me, nobody ever

taught me how to draw,

so I just put a line around what

I feel when I look at things.

Yeah, I see.

It's like...

it's like falling in love, I guess.

You know...

First you see someone, and

then it keeps growing...

until you can't think of anyone else.

That's interesting.

The way I look at things, that's all art is.

Every painting, if it's

any good, is a love affair.

I never heard anyone talk like that before.

Well...

...there aren't many people

you can talk to this way.

So you keep it to yourself.

You walk around with everything bottled up.

Yeah, that's right.

That's the way it is with me too.

I'm sort of keeping things

bottled up too, Chris.

The truth is, I'm in a jam.

- You, Kitty?

- You probably guessed it...

I'm broke.

Even this dress belongs to Millie,

I can't pay my rent.

- How much is it?

- Oh, forget it.

I shouldn't have told you.

- It'll spoil your day.

- Oh, but Kitty...

I'll get out of it somehow.

I couldn't take anything from you, Chris.

- Well, no...yes...I mean...

- No, no, I couldn't.

I've never taken money from a man

and I'm not going to now.

And I'm not going to spoil our friendship.

Oh, but Kitty...

I couldn't pay you back.

Chris!

Maybe I could pay you back.

If you put up the money for a studio apartment,

then I'd have a place to live,

and you could paint there. Don't you see?

You could paint my portrait.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to paint my picture?

- There's something I've got to tell you, Kitty.

- What?

I deceived you.

I lied.

I'm a married man, Kitty.

Why didn't you tell me, Chris?

You know I'm not the kind of a girl

to run around with a married man, don't you?

You know what you said about meeting someone?

How you begin to like them, and...

and you can't think about anybody else?

You should have told me you had a wife, Chris.

- Yes, but I'm not in love with her, Kitty.

- Well, you married her.

I was lonely, I couldn't stand my loneliness.

Poor Chris.

Then you're not angry with me?

Why, I suppose I ought to be, but I'm not.

Not with you, Chris.

I'm going to let you help me.

- How much do you need?

- 500 dollars.

I need 500 dollars.

I could pay it back 10 dollars a week.

That's all right, Mr. Cross.

But you'll have to have a co-signer.

- Thank you, no.

- Property owner.

- Property owner?

- Just a formality.

- Thank you very much.

- Anytime.

Well, write to that old skin-flint Hogarth

to give you a raise.

You don't even make enough

money to buy me a radio.

I have to run downstairs every

night to listen to the radio.

The way I have to scrimp and save...

and you wasting money on paints.

I'd like to know what you'd do without me...

Poor dear Homer.

If only he had a grave where

I could put some flowers.

Why, you couldn't ask me to marry you!

I had to put the words into your mouth.

I'd have been better off a widow.

The only reason I put up with you

is because I'm married to you...

- I'm stuck.

- Yes, and I'm stuck too.

Have you been drinking?

No, I haven't.

Let me smell your breath.

Then what's the matter with you?

Why are you shouting at me?

You keep blaming me for not

buying you a radio.

You think I like running downstairs

every night to listen to the radio?

- Why don't you buy a radio? You have money.

- His insurance money?

Well, I don't want a radio,

you want it.

I'll never touch those bonds.

They're for my old age.

If Homer were alive I'd have a radio.

He made a good salary.

He gave me a good home.

Well, you're living in the

same apartment, aren't you?

Yes...but it didn't smell of paint!

I can't sleep for the smell of paint.

And all your silly pictures

cluttering up the hall...

If you don't get rid of that trash...

I swear I'll give it to the junkman!

- Adele!

- I will.

I swear I will.

And the things you paint...

It was bad enough when you used to

copy picture postcards.

Well, Utrillo copies postcards,

and he's considered a great painter.

And now I suppose you're copying

Utrillo or whatever his name is?

And you're getting crazier all the time...Oh, yes.

I saw what you're doing.

Girls...snakes...

Next thing you'll be painting

women without clothes!

I never saw a woman without any clothes.

I should hope not!

The Happy Household Hour's

just coming on, dear.

I'll be right down, Dora.

Mr. Cross came home late.

Go ahead and eat...

and then do the dishes.

"This is The Happy Household Hour...

brought to you at this time

by Happy Hour Bubble Suds.

No soap gives you more happiness,

more washings and more suds per package,

than Happy Hour Bubble Suds.

Ask your nearest grocer for the large

economy-size package today.

And now for the next episode of 'Hilda's Hope for Happiness'.

As you remember, we left Hilda in the laundry...

...Bubble Suds...

...Hilda...

Christopher!

Christopher!

What are you doing?

I was...

I was looking for the paper.

Are you blind?

No. Didn't you...didn't you like the radio?

It went off right in the middle of a program.

I wouldn't have such a radio.

- Say, did you read this?

- Read what?

This murder in Queens.

A man killed his wife with a window weight...

put her body in a trunk and

shipped it to California.

- It says here...

- I read the paper, thank you.

He didn't get away with it, did he?

He'll go to the chair, as he should.

Yeah, a man hasn't got a chance

with these New York detectives.

Can't you put that paper down

and do the dishes?

Adele...

you didn't mean what you said

about giving my paintings away

to the junkman?

You'll find out...

Well, you won't have to.

A friend of mine is taking an apartment

in Greenwich Village,

I'll move everything there.

Well, if he's fool enough to

let you do it...

- Go ahead. The sooner the better.

- Yes.

Top floor. You'll get plenty of light.

Lots of privacy.

You heard of Tony Rivera, the illustrator?

He had this apartment on a three-year lease.

Couldn't work anywhere else.

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