The Man Who Wasn't There Page #6
A track forward reveals Doris sitting at a vanity, doing her
hair. Her dress is half zipped at the back.
DORIS:
...Gimme a zip.
Ed walks over behind her.
ED:
Where you going?
DORIS:
Me? Us! The party at Nirdlinger's--I
told you last week, for the Christmas
Push.
ED:
Yeah, right.
We are close on the zipper as Ed's hand takes the tab, pauses,
the lowers it slightly. Her back blooms through the dark
fabric of the dress.
He slides the zipper up, and Doris reaches for a perfume
atomizer.
DORIS:
Come on, get ready. It's important.
ED:
Nah, go ahead. I'm not big on parties.
DORIS:
Oh, don't be a grump.
SALES FLOOR:
It is festooned with streamers.
Ed leans against a wall, one hand dug into a pocket, the
other bringing a cigarette to his lips.
Band music plays and Nirdlinger's employees whirl on the
dance floor. Bobby-soxed teenagers Lindy-hop and pass palms
over their knees.
A thin young man in a sports coat stands next to Ed, watching,
his Adam's apple bobbing.
YOUNG MAN:
Wild, man!
He goes out onto the dance floor. Ed, left by himself, gazes
across the floor.
His view, broken by dancers' crosses, shows Big Dave worriedly
talking to Doris.
Doris reacts angrily.
Big Dave morosely absorbs the angry words from Doris. He
glances up toward Ed and notices his gaze with consternation.
He gives Doris a jerk of the head, and she too looks over.
VOICE:
You in ladies' wear?
The young man with the Adam's apple is back, looking out at
the floor, snapping his fingers.
ED:
...Huh?
YOUNG MAN:
Haven't I seen you up in ladies'
wear?
ED:
I don't work here. My wife does.
YOUNG MAN:
Uh-huh. Some beat, huh?
ED:
Yeah.
YOUNG MAN:
Check out the rack on that broad in
the angora.
ED:
Uh-huh.
A hand is laid on Ed's shoulder. It is Big Dave; he leans in
to murmur:
DAVE:
Ed. Can I talk to you?
BIG DAVE'S OFFICE
Music from the party drifts in only faintly. The office is
built into a corner of the sales floor. It is dominated by a
large desk. A large window on the far side affords a partial
view of the floor.
DAVE:
Siddown. Siddown...
Ed sits in a leather chair in front of the desk. Dave fumbles
nervously on top of the desk for a cigar. He trims the end
of the cigar with a short double-bladed knife with a steel
grip.
DAVE:
...Souveniered it off a Jap in New
Guinea.
He hands one cigar to Ed, takes one for himself, then drags
up a chair to face Ed's.
DAVE:
...I guess you're wondering what
Doris was so hot about.
The office is dark, the only illumination coming from the
window onto the bright sales floor behind Big Dave. Ed leans
forward for Dave to light his cigar.
DAVE:
...These're Havanas. Romeo and
Juliets. Private stock.
Dave, having lit Ed's cigar, draws nervously on his own.
DAVE:
...Ed, I...
ED:
What is it, Dave?
Dave breaks down, weeping. He buries his face in his hands,
the burning cigar in his right hand perilously close to his
hair.
DAVE:
Ed, I've been weak...
His shoulders heave.
DAVE:
...I've, uh... I've, uh... thanks.
Ed has taken Dave's cigar so that he won't burn himself.
DAVE:
...I've, uh... Oh, Jesus. I've been
carrying on with a married woman.
Uh, no one you know. And now the, uh--
what is it they say?--the--the--the
chickens are coming home to roost.
Ed awkwardly holds the two burning cigars.
ED:
Uh-huh.
DAVE:
Hell, I, I'm not proud of it. But,
uh, that's not the worst of it. I
got a note. A blackmail note. You
know, come across or everybody knows.
ED:
Uh-huh.
DAVE:
Well, you know what that would do to
me.
ED:
I guess it would be pretty awkward.
DAVE:
Awkward?! Ann'd throw me out on my
keister! Hell, it's her family's
store--*her* store. I serve at the
indulgence of the goddamn ownership,
Ed.
ED:
Uh-huh.
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