Some Came Running Page #7

You know something?

You're still the

prettiest girl in Parkman.

Of course, there's a

little more of you...

...but that just means

there's a little more to love.

What do you say we go out?

Sort of relax, huh?

- What do you say?

- Don't be silly, Frank. I've got a headache.

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night?

Good night, Mom. Don't

worry, I've got a key.

- Say, where's she going?

- Out.

Oh, thank you very much.

Do you mind telling me where

she's going and who with?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

You're her mother, aren't you? Dawn.

If it isn't too much trouble, would

you mind telling me where you're going?

Oh, just for a drive with Wally.

If it was anything special,

you know I'd tell you.

- There he is. Satisfied?

If I ran my business the way you

run this house, we'd be bankrupt.

Your business? You seem to

forget it was my father's store.

Forget? How can I forget?

You've been reminding me

twice a day for 18 years.

I'm going out.

Oh, why, Mr. Hirsh,

you... You frightened me.

What are you doing here so late?

Oh, there...

There are a lot of back orders.

It's always quieter at night.

I don't like you working so

late. It doesn't look right.

I don't care what the

people think, Mr. Hirsh.

Besides, I'm almost through.

You're through right now, young lady.

Home you go.

Yes, sir.

Well, I suppose the night

must be just beginning for you.

- Oh, it's great to be young.

- So they tell me.

What's the trouble? Have a

fight with your boyfriend?

You mean Ed Remick?

Oh, I stopped seeing

him a long time ago.

- Young men can be

such bores. - Ho-ho!

There must be plenty of others

waiting to take his place.

- Aren't there?

- Sure, hundreds.

Edith, I hope you don't think I'm

being fresh or anything like that...

...but I got the blues tonight.

I was just wondering if we

could drive around for a while.

Of course.

Beautiful night.

Mmm.

Oh, that feels good. My back's tired.

Ha-ha. No wonder, sitting behind

a desk all day, working at night.

You know, what I should do is take

you across my knee and paddle you.

Working's better than

sitting home alone.

You're an attractive girl,

you ought to have more fun.

All work and no play, you know.

Matter of fact, you're

an exceptional girl.

I've met lots in my time, and I know.

Take an old man's advice, Edith.

Have fun while you're young.

You're a long way from

being old, Mr. Hirsh.

Well, I'm older than I'd like to be.

Especially when I'm...

When I'm sitting next to an

attractive young girl like you.

Wally, please, let's go home.

I told you I don't wanna park.

It always leads to the

same old teachers' argument.

We don't have to have that argument.

You heard what I said.

What's the matter?

I... I will have that drink.

Sure.

No, I really don't want

it. Wally, take me home.

- Dawn.

- Please, Wally, take me home.

- Any calls?

- No, she didn't call.

Oh.

- I bought that car I was telling you about.

- Oh, good. Then you're fixing to stay, huh?

Got myself a steady boarder.

I don't expect to sign a lease.

Where are you going?

Terre Haute, Indianapolis.

For a little relaxation,

maybe a little profit.

You wanna come along?

No, I don't think so.

You know, the boys in Terre

Haute, they don't set no limit.

We could do ourselves a little good.

I think I'd better stay.

Dave, now, you ain't

acting like no grown-up man.

You wanna see your little

schoolteacher, don't you?

Why don't you get on

over and go see her?

She said she'd phone me.

Well, I don't pretend to

be no authority on dames...

...but there's one

thing I sure do know.

They either take orders

or they give them.

And once they get an idea they're

running menfolks, they get mean on you.

And how have you been?

Well...

...in case you change your mind about

the trip, I ain't leaving till midnight.

Dave.

Are you busy?

- I am, as a matter of fact, but come on in.

- I've missed you.

That's a very attractive jacket.

Gwen, you said you'd telephone.

Well, I've been swamped with

examination papers, Dave.

Would you like a drink?

Is it still coffee?

Nothing, thank you.

We should be hearing from The

Atlantic soon about your story.

Gwen.

What's the matter? You're acting

like you're 12 million miles away.

I don't know what happened. The last

time we were together, you seemed to...

I haven't forgotten.

I suppose you're sorry, huh?

Let's not talk about it, Dave.

I think we should talk about it.

You're a bright girl. This is

important to me. I'm in love with you.

I don't want you to be in

love with me. Don't be, please.

- That was a foolish thing to say, wasn't it?

- It was pretty foolish.

- Don't you understand what I'm trying to...?

- Please.

Dave, haven't I made it clear

I don't want this relationship?

Well, what kind of

relationship do you want?

Now, don't act like a little

boy who's been slapped.

You know how much I'm drawn to you

and how much I admire your talent.

Forget the talent, let's get to the

point. You don't love me, do you?

I think I do. I'm not sure I want to.

- Would you like to make that clearer?

- I'm not a schoolgirl, I'm a schoolteacher.

I've waited a long time.

You mustn't hurry me.

Your kind of violence,

it frightens me.

What are you afraid of?

Well, it... It isn't easy to

put these things into words.

Intellectually, I can understand and

even envy a little your way of living.

But emotionally...

Well, emotionally, I'm a

rather commonplace person.

Who isn't? Look, I've quit drinking.

I've changed. I know I haven't changed

to a hundred percent, but I have.

- Oh, Gwen.

- Dave.

Do you wanna marry me?

Is that curiosity or

a proposal of marriage?

No. It's just a question

that has only two answers.

There's also a third.

I don't know yet.

Oh, Dave, we've met exactly three

times. What do I know about you?

What do you know about me?

I just know that I'm the

kid who wants to marry you.

Gwen, it's something I want more

than anything else in the world.

We'll have no more of that. I'm

not one of your barroom tarts.

You're right, teacher. You're

a hundred percent right.

I've been a bad boy.

I've been naughty. Matter of fact,

I don't even belong in your class.

Quite possibly you don't.

Well, you won't get a

chance to flunk me again.

Bama. Bama?

Bama.

I told you it's her birthday.

I got a cake in the oven.

- Ain't you even gonna give us a drink?

- You know where it is.

Sure.

Oh, Dave. Whoo!

We thought you was never coming back.

- You got a roommate. When do we leave?

- Any time at all. Didn't make out so good?

- Let's get started.

- You going someplace?

Yep.

- Yep, Terre Haute. The party's over.

- Oh, take us, will you?

- Dave, please take us.

Oh, please, we can tell the

factory girls we've been sick.

- Please, Dave.

- Oh, come on, it's her birthday.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Can we go? Can we?

Ooh!

Dave?

- It really ain't.

- What ain't?

It ain't my birthday.

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