Some Came Running Page #6

No, I'm not gonna stick

around here anyway.

And besides, how can you get any

real action in a dump like Parkman?

Oh, this is just my headquarters. I

make all these big towns around here.

It's a good idea, Dave. Then

you'd have a lot of time to write.

Why don't you think it over?

I just did.

Get that.

Hi. Golly, I hope I'm not

breaking in on nothing.

It's right in here.

Oh. Thank you. They told me

we don't have to go to court.

That's right.

Uh, I got some good news

too, Dave. You wanna hear it?

I got a job here in town at the

brassiere factory. Are you glad?

I'm ecstatic.

Honestly, Dave, every time you don't have

a couple of drinks, you get mad at me.

Last night and in Chicago, you

just couldn't have been sweeter.

And now, all of a sudden,

you're acting like this.

Honey, I'm not really mad. L...

- I was just clowning. Couldn't you tell?

- Of course you were.

You've gotta run along now because

I've got a couple of things to do, okay?

Good luck in your new career.

Thanks.

I don't know what it

is about them pigs...

...but they always

look better at night.

Yeah.

Is that some of your writing?

Yeah, if you choose to call it that.

Dave.

What a pleasant surprise.

- I was just driving by and I thought...

- Come in. Come in.

Gwen, dear.

It's Dave Hirsh.

That's a Canaletto. I don't

know one painter from another...

...but when I mention that

name, people are impressed.

Hello, Dave Hirsh.

How very nice.

- I hope I'm not interrupting.

- No, we're glad you're here.

Let's go in the kitchen.

It's our nicest room.

It's beautiful.

Dad insists on keeping books in here.

The grease from the cooking is

gonna ruin them. He's very obstinate.

- I heard that.

- Well, where are you going?

Larry Channock is having some faculty

men over for his watered-down cocktails.

- Didn't I tell you? No.

I'll be quite late, Gwen dear.

Larry expects me for dinner,

and you know his price. Cribbage.

Well, drive carefully.

Oh, Dave, there are plenty of extra

rooms if you wanna stay all night.

- I'll show you the grounds in the

morning. I'll show him the grounds.

But of course, we'd

love to have you stay.

I wish I could.

Uh, if you should decide on martinis,

the vermouth's on the lower shelf.

Goodbye, Dave. Hope to see you often.

Goodbye, professor.

Would you like a martini?

No, I don't believe I'll have

any. But you go right ahead.

I'm having coffee. It's fresh and hot.

Coffee will be fine.

Tell me something...

Just sugar, please.

What were you about to say?

Nothing much, except that you acted as

though you didn't wanna be alone with me.

How perfectly absurd.

What on earth led to that?

Because you seemed terribly disturbed

when your father was leaving.

I was just a little annoyed with him.

Poor darling. The only time he's awkward...

...is when he's scheming to

leave me with someone he likes.

He's convinced himself

I haven't enough friends.

- Have you?

- No one has enough friends.

Excuse me.

- I guess you heard about my trouble, huh?

- Oh, several versions. It's a small town.

I hear there's a blow-by-blow

account in the afternoon paper.

There sure is.

Have a peek.

"Dave Hirsh home, is jailed

after fight over woman. "

Were you victorious?

- Drunk.

- No, thank you.

Well, that would have been my guess.

Were you shocked?

Would you expect me to be?

I don't know.

Well, I'm not shocked, Dave Hirsh.

But I'm not indifferent either.

I hate to see a writer's energy

wasted in drinking, fighting.

Any man as gifted as you are...

I brought you that story

that I was telling you about.

From the looks of it, it's not

exactly hot off the typewriter.

You got it right.

I did that some time ago and

I never could work it out...

...till you showed some interest.

Well, what made you go back to

it? My interest in your work?

My interest in you. I think

I'm falling in love with you.

You fool. You must be a

writer, you're such a fool.

I meant that.

Now, let's understand one thing, Dave.

I told you if I could help you with

your work, the door's never locked.

Don't you think we ought to lock it?

Drink your coffee.

Apparently, you didn't hear what

I said. I'm in love with you.

And I was avoiding the obvious

comment that you said that...

...with the ease of a man who's said

it often to an assortment of women.

- That's not true.

- Shall we read your press notices?

They got it all wrong, Gwen.

I'd much rather discuss

your story. What's it about?

It's about love.

And I think I've learned a

great deal more about it now.

Please, please don't.

Now, you sit down and let me clear away

these papers and then I'll read your story.

You correct papers

every night in the week?

Practically.

- Go on any dates?

- Rarely.

How old are you, Gwen?

I have a question, Dave Hirsh.

- Do you like my dad?

- I do.

You have a friendly relationship

with him, haven't you?

Very friendly.

Then why can't you have the same kind of

relationship with an intelligent woman?

Boy, I'm glad you're

not a teacher of biology.

And if I were, I wouldn't

confuse biology with love.

Well, let's walk on the grounds

and I'll read your story.

Hey. When you get finished with

the pages, they'll make nice arrows.

- We can shoot them across the river.

- Quiet.

Your girl went that way.

Dave. Dave.

It's that bad, huh?

Dave, you have a very exciting talent.

- You mean you liked some of that stuff?

- I liked all of it.

The people are so real, so touching.

- You're kidding.

- It's a lovely story, Dave.

I cried, and I don't often.

Well...

...maybe I'll try to finish it.

- But it's finished.

- I don't know what you mean.

Well, the minute the girl

leaves, the story's over.

There's nothing more to say.

That's why you couldn't go on.

Of course. How about that? How

come I never thought about that?

I'll have it retyped and send it to The

Atlantic. I'm pretty certain they'll want it.

So help me, I didn't know

there were women like you.

Dave, I have just a

minor suggestion to make.

- I'll show you what I mean.

- First, a thank-you kiss.

One hundred percent

platonic, wasn't it?

- About 75.

- Oh, I can do better than that.

Oh, Dave, let's talk about the story.

Don't. Don't, Dave.

Gwen.

Gwen, I truly love you.

Don't you know that?

Don't.

Don't.

And David Hirsh,

brother of Frank Hirsh...

...forfeited $ 100

bail when he and a...

There it goes again.

Every hour on the hour.

Well, we don't have to listen.

...to answer charges of

disturbing the peace...

How long are you gonna let

your brother disgrace us?

Oh, now, what can I do?

Sweetheart, let's drop it, huh?

I've had a tough day.

What kind of a day do you think I've had?

The whole town talking about this... This...

I've never been so humiliated.

Next they'll ask us...

...to resign from the country club.

- Oh, nobody's gonna ask us to resign.

Lots of families have black sheep.

Besides, you married

me, not my brother.

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