The Company She Keeps Page #3

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much rather sleep through her than you.

How about that, Larry?

Not having seen Miss Hansen,

I couldn't say.

Something wrong?

I just hate anything crooked. Don't you?

Oh... excuse me.

Nothing like a nice fresh bed.

It makes a lot of difference,

don't you think?

I hate a mussed-up

bed myself. Don't you?

Sheets ought to be

pulled nice and tight.

No wrinkles.

Cool and smooth.

Nice soft pillows.

There... all we have

to do is get into it.

Here we go.

Thank you.

By the way, this is Larry Collins.

Miss Stewart.

How do you do?

How do you do?

He used to be a good reporter.

Now, he puts out the worst-organized

column in our paper.

You ever tried to read it?

No. But I will.

Thank you.

A little higher.

There you go.

Thank you.

Comfortable?

Oh, yes.

Everything alright?

Yes, thank you.

How about another blanket?

Oh, no, no.

Some water?

No, no.

Nurse Stewart, I came

here to talk business.

Oh... oh, I'm sorry.

May I?

Help yourself.

Cute?

Uhuh.

And obvious.

"Stat... is... tician."

Oh.

If you're the average reader,

it's no wonder I can't get a raise.

I wasn't sleeping.

I was thinking.

I enjoyed your column very much.

Thanks.

The parts I could understand.

Now look, Miss...

Stewart.

Stewart. You seemed

bright enough in there.

And out here?

Would you mind handing me that paper?

Now then. Is it the first

paragraph that perplexes you?

Would you sit down please?

With the possible exception

of alert statisticians.

You are aware that in recent years...

There has been a drastic redistribution

of the population of the United States.

Most of the migrants, understandably

enough, have chosen California...

As their new home.

The population, revealed by last year's

census reveals that ten million souls...

That means "people".

Now reside in our State.

Your elevator's here.

Once again, more than a

hundred years after the gold-rush.

The eyes of American are

turned towards the West.

In simple language, that means that an

awful lot of people are moving out here.

I don't suppose you understood

the second section either?

Yes. Yes I did. Only I've never

seen a midget auto race.

[ Buzzer ]

I'll send you a ticket sometime.

I hate to do things alone.

Well, I'll send you two tickets.

I don't know anybody.

Alright then. I'll take you

myself. Now, can I go?

Are they racing tomorrow?

Its my night off.

[ Buzzer ]

I'll pick you up at eight.

I... I said I won't be able to make it.

Oh... I got to hooked for dinner.

Yeah. Something my

dear boss got me into.

That should break your day.

Well, of course if you

don't know where to find her.

Why does the boss take

his friends to dinner?

I'm sorry, Larry.

Oh, darling. She can't be that bad.

Oh dear. I did want to see you.

I wanted to tell you...

Oh, never mind. Another time.

And try to have a good time tonight.

Goodbye, darling.

Excuse me.

Look, you say I should go

out and make friends.

How can I when I haven't

got anything to wear?

But that's a very pretty dress.

It should be. I've changed it,

switched it, turned it inside out.

Now I'll try it upside down.

I don't mind all that, but I've

just got to have a new coat.

I know it's a problem.

You don't.

You don't care.

What's the matter with

the coat you have?

A raincoat.

Well, maybe it will rain.

And why is it so important?

Who did you say asked you?

Rex Fisher.

The boy in the Men's Room.

Maybe he's not good looking, but he has

a good job, and I'll meet a few people.

It looks funny. What will I tell him?

Where was I supposed to

be before? A nudist camp?

You are pretty, Diane.

And clothes don't make the woman.

They sure help make the man.

Couldn't you loan me

the money, Miss Willburn?

An advance on my salary.

No, Diane.

I'm governed by rules, too.

I'm sorry.

Well... thanks.

Sorry I bothered you.

Have a good time anyway.

You know what you can do.

Molly, look at that coat.

You just bought a new coat.

Oh, I can't help it.

This was made for me.

That's a size twelve, dear.

Well anyway I've just

got to try it on. Come on.

You own these?

Not this one.

Oh, Miss. Where are the short coats?

Something light to wear

when I don't need all this.

Size twelve?

Yes.

What color would you like?

Oh, something bright.

I'm getting tired of this black.

I've a darling little

box coat. Kelly green.

It just came in. It will

be lovely with your hair.

Would you return this

to the rack, please.

I've decided against it.

Tired? You don't look so good.

No. I'm alright, thanks.

Oh. Your coat came from the

cleaners. I put it in the closet.

My coat?

Yeah.

The boy said you wanted

it especially for tonight.

Thank you.

Oh, Larry. Larry, he's dead!

I know he's dead.

Well, if he is, he forgot to lie down.

That's him walking away.

Oh.

Sit down in front.

You sure you won't have a drink?

No thank you.

What do you say we beat it?

Sure.

No. I'll meet you at the door.

Alright.

The check, Mr Connors.

There you are.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Larry.

Oh hi, Steve.

What you drinking?

Oh, I'm sorry...

Come on, it's early.

Order one for Joan too.

This isn't Joan.

Look, if that offer holds good,

I'll be back in twenty minutes.

Mr Collins. The lady dropped these, sir.

Thanks. Just the same,

Pete, but they're not hers.

They are, sir. They fell out of

her coat, right beside the table.

That's quite alright, sir.

Oh, by the way. I forgot.

It fell out of your pocket.

Oh thanks.

And this, too.

And this.

Your money?

What do you think? I stole it?

Now look, I didn't...

Like a pig's eye you didn't.

Why don't you go on and call the Cops?

All I said was...

Look, genius.

I'm an awfully rich girl just

working at the hospital for laughs.

Didn't you know?

Sure. Sure I did.

That's why I asked you out.

You didn't ask me. I asked you.

Diane.

Leave me alone.

Goodnight.

Not like this.

My coat is at the cleaners.

I borrowed this one from a friend.

I don't want to go into that.

Well, you're going to.

I didn't know the purse

was in the pocket.

I never even knew

there was a pocket. I...

Why do you make so much of it?

I don't know.

I didn't want you to think.

I mean... I thought you thought...

I guess you didn't, did you?

No, I didn't.

What are we talking about?

Nothing.

I made a mistake.

About what?

About the whole evening.

You didn't have a good time.

I didn't either.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it wasn't your fault.

You didn't want to take me

out in the first place.

I made you.

I planned the whole thing.

The minute I saw you in the

elevator... I went after you.

Everything I've done.

Everything I've said to you.

Has been phony.

Except this?

Yeah.

You were on to it, weren't you?

Well my first job on the paper

was covering acting classes.

Was it that bad?

Uhuh.

But I wouldn't worry about it.

Because if you're acting now,

you're pretty good.

You are pretty darned good.

Goodnight, Diane.

Oh.

Are there any... are there any midget

auto races on tomorrow night?

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