The Grifters Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 110 min
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She nods, accepting that, but then responds.
LILLY:
Second time I gave it to you.
Roy gives her a cold smile, then turns to Myra for the ironic
explanation.
ROY:
I was kind of... inconvenient...
for Lilly.
Lilly has nothing but contempt for Myra. To be humiliated in
front of Myra -- and by her son -- is the worst thing that
could happen to her. She makes as dignified an exit as she
can.
LILLY:
Well... You're all right now, I
guess. I have to get down to the
track.
ROY:
(reluctant, but it's
necessary)
Thanks, uh, Lilly.
LILLY:
(awkward laugh)
Don't mention it.
ROY:
I guess I owe you my life.
LILLY:
(faint smile)
You always did.
Lilly exits. Myra looks after her, curious.
MYRA:
"Down to the track?"
Roy will not talk about this, with anyone. His response is
cold, closing the subject.
ROY:
Her job.
MYRA:
(bright smile)
I want to know everything about
you.
ROY:
(easy grin)
You do. And once I'm out of here,
I'll remind you of the best parts.
They smile flirtatiously at one another, both with their
minds on other things.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Very messy, small. Myra showers. She finishes, emerges, wraps
herself in a towel, opens the crowded messy medicine cabinet,
removes cosmetics and other items, starts to tweeze her
eyebrows. Doorbell RINGS. She looks irritated, ignores it.
Long doorbell RING. Exasperated, she slaps the tweezers down,
exits.
Another furnished apartment, this one with Myra's clothing
and dishes and glasses and other junk all over it.
She crosses to the door, pulls it open. The APARTMENT MANAGER
enters; a sullen, nervous, heavyset man.
MYRA:
(angry, but defensive)
You heard the shower, didn't you?
MANAGER:
I don't care about that. This time,
I gotta have the rent.
Myra forces herself to be more pleasant.
MYRA:
Joe, I thought I was gonna be all
right by now, I just need a little
more --
MANAGER:
It isn't the owner, Myra, it's my
wife. She knows what's going on.
This time, I gotta have the money.
MYRA:
Joe, you know you'll --
In gesturing, Myra "accidentally" loses the towel, then wraps
it around herself again as the manager stares nervously away.
She smiles, knowing she's got him.
MYRA:
Joe, could we talk it over? Do you
want a drink?
MANAGER:
My wife sent me here, Myra. For the
money. She's waiting.
MYRA:
I'll have it tonight. Nine o'clock?
Ten?
MANAGER:
(trying to be determined)
This time...
MYRA:
We'll work something out, Joe.
She strokes his arm, smiling. He flees. She smiles till he's
gone, then looks worried, leans her head against the door.
Roy, very comfortable in pajamas and robe, sits in a
wheelchair beside the bed, with magazines lying handy on the
bed. Myra, irritable, paces beside him.
MYRA:
I don't see why you're still here.
You look healthy to me.
ROY:
I just do what the doctor says,
babe.
MYRA:
You're just comfortable, that's
all. You don't even ask to go home.
You just lie around, let your mama
take care of you.
ROY:
(truly astonished)
Mama!
MYRA:
Who else is paying for all this?
You badmouth the woman all the
time, but you sure do take the
payoffs she gives you.
ROY:
(insulted)
I'll pay Lilly back, don't you
worry about that.
MYRA:
I don't like to come here, Roy.
Every time I do, your mother comes
in and makes remarks.
ROY:
That's just Lilly's way.
MYRA:
And you never defend me. You're
afraid of her.
ROY:
Oh, don't be stupid.
MYRA:
You're a mama's boy, if you want
the truth.
This is so absurd, Roy doesn't know how to respond.
ROY:
Are you kid --? I hadn't even seen
her in seven years!
Lilly enters, smiling in self-confidence. A large ugly burn
is on the back of her right hand.
LILLY:
Should my ears be burning?
MYRA:
(surly)
They might as well.
Lilly gives her a mock-admiring look.
LILLY:
I heard those skirts were coming
back.
Myra's not quite up to direct confrontation with Lilly. She
glowers at Roy instead.
MYRA:
Get well soon.
ROY:
(easy)
Every day in every way.
MYRA:
I'll see you when you get home.
Myra stalks out. Acting as though Myra hadn't existed, Lilly
puts her bag on the bed, takes mail from it.
ROY:
What happened to your hand?
LILLY:
(casually dismissive)
Just a little accident. I went by
your place, picked up your mall.
Just bills, I'll take care of them.
ROY:
I can take care of my own bills,
Lilly.
LILLY:
(indifferent shrug)
Whatever you say. The manager says
your boss called.
(crooked grin)
Really pulled the wool over
everybody's eyes, huh?
ROY:
What are you talking about? So I've
got a job. So what?
LILLY:
Stop kidding me! Four years in a
town like Los Ang-gleez, and a
peanut selling job is the best you
can do? You expect me to believe
that?
ROY:
(spreads hands; it's
obvious)
It's there. The boss called, you
said so yourself.
LILLY:
And that dump you live in! Those
clown pictures on the walls!
This reference alerts and worries Roy, which he tries to
hide.
ROY:
I like those.
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