The Happy Ending Page #6

- Someone famous?

- No.

The rich young girls

in their Mary Pop-out bikinis.

Nonsense.

Nudity is passe.

The rich are rude and the young are gauche.

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that's the story, ah. Is perhaps you.

Why not?

The legend of how you say

the mature married woman.

She's exciting.

She's alluring, mysterious.

So much to give and so little to ask, huh?

Excusa, this is where I work.

You are much married, or little?

Long married.

Perhaps, I saw you in a dream, huh?

Mmm, that's nice.

A nice dream.

American husbands are so blind.

Always they wish to remember

the way love was,

but nothing is the way it was.

Not even then.

Remembering is the end of love.

Love is always now.

Why did you leave him?

Did you love him?

Ever?

Was there love?

In the beginning...

Oh, yes.

Before he's becoming a millionaire.

No millionaire.

- Not rich?

- Not.

Sorry, lady, wrong number.

I'm sorry to lose your lovely accent.

Oh, there's plenty more.

Would you like to hear

me say something in Cockney?

How's about Russian, huh?

No, no you would

much prefer something in French?

Straight out of the movies.

They're all passable fakes, just like,

the job, the reporter bit.

This boat, it's borrowed.

And the suit I'm wearing is rented.

I didn't mind.

Lady, I'm a bum.

A hustler from LA, down on his luck.

One long run of rotten luck.

I've been like a goddamn service station

to all kinds of broads

from all over the world.

Gas 'em up,

grease their parts, charge their batteries.

Hello, good bye, service with a smile.

Who's next?

Jesus, lady, I'm 34, my hair's falling

out and you were my long shot.

For a while there,

we had something nice going.

Somethin'...

Sorry, lady, but I can't afford to waste it.

Lady, I used to be a pistol.

Bang, bang. Load, reload.

Now...

Anyhow, I got to save it, in case.

I mean, what if something

finally turned up and,

I couldn't make the scene?

Let's say we both got

the shitty end of the stick, huh?

Hey!

What for?

Ciao, Marcello!

When did she take these pills?

Sometime tonight.

And how many pills did she take?

I don't know.

Did she have anything

to drink with the pills?

I don't know, maybe.

Sometimes she drinks vodka.

Let's sit you up. Come on,

let's see if you can do it.

Come on, that's it, you're doin' all right.

There you are.

Now you're up.

Just stay there, now.

Vodka and Seconal.

Marriage on the rocks.

Now, I want you to open up real wide.

Get us a bucket.

Open up wide.

Now I want you to swallow this.

- Come on.

- Come on, swallow.

Just swallow.

Swallow as it goes down. Keep swallowing.

Don't inhale, just swallow.

Swallow the tube.

Come on, open up wide and swallow.

That's it, no coughing, no breathing.

I know it's bad.

All right, open up,

once more now, hold it down now.

Oh, baby. Baby!

Why did she do it, Granny, why?

- Did she leave a note?

- No.

There, now, you see,

it was just an accident, that's all.

Just an accident.

Everything's gonna be all right, you'll see.

I don't want you to worry about it at all.

Agnes!

- How is she?

- It was an accident.

Sure it was, honey.

Where's Mr. Wilson?

- He went to Reno.

- Reno?

Business.

I left his number for Mrs. Wilson.

You knew she was coming home?

Just in case.

What was she doing at that

health farm, anyway?

Oh, I know my girl.

It was just a silly accident, that's all.

Is she going to be all right?

Of course, she will.

Our family's always had

perfect health. Always.

All she ever had was measles.

Nurse.

I want to see the woman, Agnes.

You need rest.

I could've been resting forever.

How do you know?

Agnes?

You look pretty good, considerin'.

I feel so stupid.

I couldn't face Marge and Mama, not now.

Oh, they're okay.

They keep saying it was an accident.

How else would anyone swallow

28 sleeping pills?

Happens to everybody.

How'd the other thing go?

The operation?

You mean, there's no difference?

You never needed a facelift.

You're the only one

who don't believe you're beautiful.

Why'd the mister let you do it?

He didn't know and he still doesn't.

I was gonna let him

think the miracle happened on the fat farm.

He'd take one look at me

and fall in love all over again.

I got back.

Nobody home.

If only somebody had been there.

I opened a bottle,

turned on the TV,

found your note,

and phoned him in Reno and...

And you found out.

You knew he was having a thing?

I take them kind of things for granted.

She's so damn beautiful.

Just available.

She just happened to be there.

Wouldn't you know

he'd do it with a client instead of a friend?

It wasn't funny a few hours ago.

It wasn't that important, either.

You'd let him get away with it?

What's he got away with?

Not even tell him you know?

Honey.

If sex was the only thing

that really mattered,

the whole world would be run by rabbits.

How about one of those

marriage counselors?

Honey, we don't have

that kind of a problem.

Maybe a psychiatrist.

Ethel went to one.

Now, now that is definitely out.

The only thing wrong with us is...

- Is me.

- And me.

You know, honey, what I think you

need is some kind of a hobby.

Painting, ceramics or...

How about karate?

Anyway, in a couple of years

Marge is gonna be married

and we're gonna be free.

Free to do what?

Free to do the things we want to do.

Travel.

What am I talking about

"A couple of years"?

This weekend,

we're gonna go on a second honeymoon.

Back to the same place?

...demonstrators in trouble.

Eyewitness student reporter,

Danfield, again, has a report

from outside that Superior courtroom.

Three members of the Black Student Union

at Cal State College at Los Angeles...

"For everything, there is a season

"A time to be born and a time to die

"A time to love and a time to hate

"A time of war and a time of peace"

Amen.

Amen.

Daddy!

Beautiful.

Look at her lines.

Great in bed, too.

"Do you hate your skin?"

"Why, wrinkle?"

"Inside she was crying

till she lost 105 pounds."

105 pounds?

"Are you tired, depressed,

defeated?"

Not me kid.

When I wake up in the

morning, I'm already ahead of the game.

Hello?

Alexander?

Mr. Wilson, please. Mrs. Wilson.

I see.

Ah, is he busy for lunch?

I see.

Is he busy after lunch?

I see.

No. No message.

Blah.

That's what I got.

I got the blahs.

It's a perfect day for it.

If you're an Aquarius,

"Ideal day to be creative.

Do things."

America! America!

God shed His grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea

This is natural

Creole mink.

It's a rare color,

It's a very new shade, indeed, this year.

A deep brown and black.

The lines are worked

horizontally. Worked up and down.

The skins are from Colorado, by the way.

This is a gold

chiffon evening dress.

It comes with a matching floor-length coat...

My Creole mink, please.

Thank you for calling.

What the hell are you?

Crazy?

$11,421 for clothes.

In one day?

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