The Honeymoon Killers Page #4

It's probably why

he never married before.

I bet I'm gonna

have to show him what to do.

You must think you're an authority.

Well, I am pregnant.

Not only are you pregnant,

you are disgusting!

You're the hottest b*tch

I've ever seen.

And I don't have

to take that from you.

And let me tell you

something.

I'm in love with your brother, and if we

decide to make a go of this marriage...

which I think we'll do,

and sooner than you think...

we'll get out of here before

you can say Jack Robinson.

We'll go to Little Rock.

Why, as a matter of fact...

I will make all the arrangements

on the phone with my papa tomorrow.

Charles will fit right in with us.

He has style.

And you... You can go right back

to that... that hospital of yours...

where you can

boss everybody around.

Now I'm going back

to my husband.

Damn it, Martha. What have you

been saying to Myrtle?

Well, we've been talking

about quite a few things.

- Well, what? - Mostly she's worried about

whether you can screw or not.

She didn't talk about

anything like that.

- She certainly did.

- Goddamn it! Trouble again!

You see? You should

have stayed in New York.

I never should have

let you come.

another woman

carrying on in here!

Christ almighty!

I'm earning my 4,000 tonight.

Now look, this is

the third time she came to me.

If I wanted to screw her,

she would be satisfied by now.

I want her

to go to sleep.

Is that all

you want from her?

That's all,

for Christ's sakes.

Then here.

Give her these.

Tell her that they're the kind

of pills she was asking for.

I... I... I don't feel

any better, Charles.

Oh! Oh, I'm so sick.

As- As soon as I took

all them pills, I...

- Once the bus starts,

you'll go to sleep.

By the time you get to Little Rock,

oh, you'll feel much better.

- Don't worry.

- What-What's the matter with me, Charles?

What's the matter with me? Am I...

Am I gonna die from all those pills?

No. Myrtle, don't be silly.

Relax. You must have

been allergic to them.

Why are you puttin' me

all alone on the bus?

I'm so sick, Charles.

I don't wanna go by myself.

- I told you. Now listen.

- I don't wanna go...

Listen. I'll call

your mother and father...

and tell them

to meet the bus.

And then I'll drive your car down

with all the rest of your things.

Okay?

Don't bring her along.

I'm afraid of her.

- Don't bring her... - No, no, no.

She's going back to New York.

I'll come all by myself.

Hmm? Just the two of us.

Okay?

Oh. Oh, I'm so sick,

Charles.

Oh, I feel...

I feel so terrible.

I... I feel

so terrible, Charles.

Look, it's almost time now.

I gotta go.

Go to sleep, huh?

Go to sleep.

Miss? What's the matter?

Oh, my God.

She's dead!

Hello. Operator?

Yes. I'd like to make

a collect call...

to Miss Evelyn Long...

205 Housatonic Street...

uh, Pittsfield, Massachusetts.

- Be careful. You'll strain yourself.

- Don't be silly.

It's very nice here, but I wish

it was just the two of us.

You told me the picture she sent you

of her was taken 20 years ago.

Yeah. Most of them do that.

How did I know

she was gonna be different?

You didn't tell me I'd have to stay

at a motel all by myself.

Well, I didn't know that her house

was going to be full of guests...

Well, anyway, you're not

gonna marry her. You promised.

We'll go back to New York and find

a nice little house in the suburbs.

- Okay?

- Uh-huh.

You also didn't know, when she

sent you that picture of her mansion...

it was only just

a boarding house, did you?

Okay, Martha!

Well, what the hell

are you complaining about?

People who have houses

in the suburbs...

are supposed to take

summer vacations.

- So, we're having ours.

- What kind of a vacation is it for me?

I'm not going back

to the hot city yet.

Here comes lunch.

Uh!

I should've let

your brother help me get it.

I didn't realize

it was so heavy.

Mm.

Well, I'm hot.

I think I'll join Ray.

Will you come?

Later.

Here I come, ready or not.

Come on.

It's nice, huh?

Come on.

That was wonderful, Martha.

You should really try it.

Yeah, maybe I will.

Oh!

Martha, I don't think

you're having a very good time.

Well,

since you asked.

I don't like staying

at that motel by myself.

I know, and I do

feel terrible.

But this is the last week of Tanglewood,

and then everybody will go home...

and then I'll have

room for you too.

I was lucky I even had

room enough for Ray.

Well, I have slept

in the same room

with my brother before.

That was long ago when

we were still children.

Well, shall we have

our picnic?

- I'm starved.

- Well, I'm hot.

I think I'll go in

and cool off.

Yeah, good.

Go ahead, Martha.

Evelyn and I

will get the picnic ready.

I'm really sorry. She doesn't seem

to be having a very good time.

- Don't be silly.

- I wish I could do something to please her.

She's moody.

It's not your fault.

See? Hey, she's enjoying

the water.

- You want to know something?

- What?

If you lie down here...

no one can see you.

My, that's a fascinating

piece of information.

What's that

supposed to mean?

Why don't you try it

and find out?

All right, I will.

You promised!

- What is it?

- She saw us. Look.

You promised!

Martha! Come back!

Where's she going?

Ray, make her come back.

Martha! Please come back.

What's the matter with her? Ray,

I can't understand what's the matter with her.

Martha, please!

Please come back!

She's out too far.

She-She doesn't swim that well.

Oh, my God.

Martha!

Martha!

Martha?

What's the matter with my little girl?

- Oh, stop it, Mama.

- He's the Latin from Manhattan.

Get rid of her. Choke her!

Mama!

I went to New York to be married.

Little ol' sis, the nurse.

Okay, Martha.

I'm not going back to the hot city yet.

Here I come, ready or not.

Here I come, ready or not.

Here I come, ready or not.

Here I come, ready or not.

You crazy little fool.

You crazy fool.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

Here, hold on to me. Hold on.

You crazy fool.

You crazy fool.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

You crazy little fool.

We're in New York State.

Don't be angry with me.

And I'm the one

who should be angry.

Do you realize that,

with your stupid jealousy...

you could have gotten me

into trouble?

Huh? You want me

to go to jail?

I'd rather see you in jail than on that

blanket making love to another woman.

You know,

you'd go to jail too. Hmm.

Knowing that you were locked up

away from other women, I'd go too.

Well, I think we'd better

get you that house in the suburbs.

Hello. Lucy?

Janet. Did I wake you?

I'm so excited. Listen.

I finally got a letter.

No, you don't understand.

The club.

Ah. Charles Martin.

Isn't that cute?

Well, that's the only thing.

He's a little on the young side.

Well, 45, Lucy.

Oh, dear, and I lied

and gave him my age as 56.

But it's such a sweet letter.

Oh, well, now listen, Lucy.

He lives with his sister...

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