Strangers When We Meet Page #4

Now you're ashamed of it?

You talk like you're ashamed of it.

No. It's just that I'm not the wonder boy

anymore. This is 1960...

Larry, for heaven's sake.

Time doesn't stand still,

you either change or you die.

Would you mind telling me

how this job is going to kill you?

I realize I'm terribly dense and stupid,

but I don't understand.

Look, for once, just try to understand.

I didn't want this job because

I want to concentrate on the Altar house.

That's something I want.

Something that excites me.

I've got things I want to state

as an architect.

And if I don't get them

out of me, I'll bust.

You know what I'm trying to say?

Do you understand?

I understand, Larry.

But what comes after the Altar house?

I think we should be grateful to Mr. Baxter.

Heaven knows we can use the extra money.

Linda. We're home.

- Hi.

- Hi, Eve.

Were the kids okay? Did they wake up?

Not a peep out of them all night.

- Who's winning?

- I don't know. Who's playing?

It's not quite 11:00, sis.

Do you want me to lift Peter before I go?

I'll do it, Linda.

- Good night, Larry.

- Good night, Hank.

Sis, there was one little fuss.

Daddy?

- What are you doing awake?

- Is it time for school yet?

No.

Mommy and I just got home.

Get back to sleep.

Daddy, tonight Peter was messing around

with my record player.

He broke the needle

and scratched up the record.

And when I tried to stop him, he got mad

and threw one of his blocks at me...

...and almost broke the window.

And when I told Lindy,

she said it was just an accident.

But it wasn't no accident, Daddy.

- We'll have to talk to him about that.

- I think you should beat him up.

We'll figure something out

in the morning, okay?

- Okay.

- Get back to sleep.

- David?

- Yes, Daddy?

I'll drive you to

the bus stop in the morning.

Okay, Daddy.

Have you got plenty of pencils

to write with?

You'd better move over here.

You wait for him, he'll be along.

There he is. Hurry up, Patrick.

Come on.

There you go.

- Thank you.

- I'm going to the lot again. Come with me?

Thank you, no.

- Come with me.

- No.

I want to see you again.

Why? You don't even know me.

I want to know you.

When can you get away?

No, I can't. I couldn't.

- When?

- Don't ask me. I don't want to.

When? Tomorrow night?

- No.

- Thursday night?

Please don't think that I...

- 8:
00?

- Where?

People will see us. Please hurry.

There's a place on the beach on the way

to Malibu. It's called the Albatross.

I'll find it.

Are you sure you want to see me?

Yes. Aren't you?

No, I'm not sure at all.

- Patrick's sound asleep.

- Good.

- What time do you think you'll be back?

- 11:
00, 11:30.

I don't really know, Ken. You know

how women are when they get together.

I know.

- If you'd rather I didn't go...

- Why, no, go ahead. Don't be silly.

I don't have to go, Ken.

Maybe we could get a sitter

and we could go out somewhere together.

I have a lot of papers to go over tonight.

Now you go on and have a good time.

Suppose I were going to meet another man?

Sure.

- Would it make you jealous?

- Of course it'd make me jealous.

But you don't think it's possible?

I mean, do you? That I would.

You're my wife, Margaret.

- It happens, you know.

- Not to someone like you.

I'm no different than anyone else, Ken.

I've got the same feelings,

the same passion...

- Now stop that. Don't talk like that.

- "Passion" isn't a dirty word, Ken.

Margaret, please, you know

I don't like to hear you talk like that.

Now, come on.

You go on and have a good time, okay?

If I'm not awake when you get home,

I'll see you in the morning.

- Hi, Maggie.

- Hi.

- I thought you weren't coming.

- I said I would.

- Shall we sit down?

- Sure.

- Did you have any trouble?

- No.

Let's not talk about it, please.

- Would you like a drink?

- Please.

Good. Waiter. What do you drink?

Anything. I don't care. What do you drink?

- Martini?

- Fine.

- Waiter, two martinis, please.

- Yes, sir.

It's crowded in here.

We're pretty far from home.

I don't think we have to worry.

- The waves are wonderful, aren't they?

- They're beautiful.

I got a builder for Altar's house.

A man named Di Labbia.

I think he'll do a good job.

We start next week.

I feel very guilty. Don't you?

Yes, I do.

Do you want to leave?

No.

Good. I thought we'd go through

that whole U-turn routine again.

Thank you.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- That's all right.

He's nervous, too.

- Do you like olives?

- Don't you?

I love them.

Why do you call me Maggie?

Doesn't everyone?

Just you.

Good, I'll be the only one

in the whole wide world to call you Maggie.

Funny that you should call me that.

I guess it's because

it's such an ugly name. Maggie.

But you make it beautiful.

My father used to call me Maggie.

What's your favorite name?

I have a lot of favorite names.

Tilly, Zelda, Lizzie, Brunhilda...

You've got a silly laugh.

No, I like it. You ought to

use it more often.

I want to laugh. I really do.

It's a very sexy laugh.

Larry.

Nothing. I just want to

try saying your name.

What shall we drink to?

- Everything.

- Like what?

Living, doing, being what we want to be.

That's all that's important.

Isn't that what everyone wants?

What do you want?

I want to make love you to you.

Do you know how I feel right this minute?

That I'm...

I'm sorry, I just can't.

Don't.

Please don't.

Don't start this.

If you start this, you'll just...

Please don't. Don't kiss me.

Please don't kiss me.

If you kiss me, I'll...

Yes.

Mom.

- Can I have some more milk, please?

- All right.

- What does Altar want this time?

- He thinks the study isn't big enough.

I won't be too long, dear.

Leave his number, will you?

In case I have to reach you.

- He isn't listed, you know.

- Sure.

I'll leave it here by the telephone.

- Good night, dear.

- Good night, darling.

Hey, Mr. Coe.

What's the matter? You don't trust me?

You got to go up on the roof to check?

I don't trust anybody

who wears leather elbow patches.

I'm gonna lose my shirt on this job.

- I figure I underbid by at least $5,000.

- Don't come weeping to me.

I never weep except in church.

But just watch me

when I start cutting corners.

Don't cut corners on me.

Remember, you're a bugler.

You play the song the way I wrote it.

Without me,

your song don't get played at all.

- I'm a very important guy.

- Good.

I'll get it, Ken.

Hello?

No, I can't right now.

Maybe in a few hours.

Bye.

- Who was that, Margaret?

- Betty Anders.

Did you kill anyone?

I don't know. It's hard to tell

when everyone's shooting at once.

I know.

Ken said the same thing. He was in the...

He was in the infantry, too.

I didn't like the Army at all,

except for the people I met.

There was one man in my outfit.

He was a magician in civilian life,

and he kept all his...

How did you meet Eve?

At a dance.

He kept all his tricks in his footlocker.

One day the CO came through

with some top brass...

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