The Prowler
131-A, code 1.
Quite a hacienda.
Oh, thank you so much for coming.
You reported a prowler, ma'am?
this man looking in the window.
Which window?
It was one of the back windows.
There's an empty lot on
that side, isn't there?
Yes.
When he saw that I'd seen him, he jumped
away from the window, and I phoned you.
We'd better check that
lot for footprints, Webb.
Roger.
Now, if you'll show me the window.
Oh, yes, of course. Right this way.
You'd been sleeping?
No, just resting.
I don't sleep very much at night.
And that's where you saw the face, huh?
No. In here.
I'd been lying on the bed
resting and listening to the
radio, and I thought if I
took a bath, I might be able
to sleep better.
And afterwards, just as
I was putting my robe on,
I looked up, and there he was.
Well, if I was you, from now
on, I'd keep the curtain closed.
You ever notice in a bank,
they always keep the counting
room out of sight so the
customers won't get tempted.
I suppose you're right.
I just didn't think. Oh, it's you.
No footprints out here.
The grass has just been cut, and
they'd be kind of hard to spot.
Then again, maybe the
lady's just imagining things.
He was just as plain as
your friend's face just now.
I'm sorry to have caused
you all this trouble,
but I do get nervous at night, and...
That's our job, ma'am.
You always alone at night?
Yes.
The maid comes in daytimes, but
she leaves right after dinner.
Well, from now on, be sure and
pull the shades and lock the door.
I will.
Think you feel comfortable
enough for us to leave now?
Oh, yes, I'm perfectly all right now.
I'm sure you are.
Goodnight, ma'am.
Goodnight, and thank you.
Call us again if you need us.
Yes, I will.
That is quite a dish.
Here.
I don't suppose any use
asking you to stop by tonight
and take a squint at our collection.
Pretty plush, if you can get it.
You know, the wife spent
the whole day today polishing
up those specimens we
found out around Barstow.
She's pretty proud of them.
I wish I could convince
you a hobby's a good thing,
especially for the good
things you learn on the side.
Huh?
Say I wonder what her angle is.
Her? No angle.
They're well-heeled.
You know, there's history
slathered over every square
foot of this country of ours.
And one time or another, me and
the old lady has dozed it out.
Like those ghost towns I tell you about.
We never would have seen them if
it hadn't been for our rockology.
Is she married?
Yeah. Sure she is.
Some crackpot squeezed
then works for the fun of it.
Can you tie that?
If I had his moolah, I'd take the hills.
That house must have
set him back plenty.
Yeah, maybe 35, 40 grand in this market.
Probably beats his mother.
Heads or tails?
Nevermind, Bud.
I'll check us in.
Oh, hello.
Come in.
Thank you. I was just passing by.
I thought I'd check to see if
everything's still all right.
Why, yes.
At least I think so.
Do prowlers generally come
twice in the same night?
No, but we do.
It's part of the job.
Hope I didn't wake you up.
Oh, no. I was just
having a cup of coffee.
We're generally supposed
to make check-up calls,
especially where women are
concerned, and when they're alone.
Well, if you're sure
everything's all right,
I'll be on my way.
Wouldn't you like come coffee?
Thanks, if it's not too much trouble.
Oh, no. It's no trouble at all.
Well, then make mine
milk, if you have it, huh?
Just sit down and I'll get it.
Looks like somebody around
here's been in show business.
That's right.
Actress, huh?
I tried to be. It didn't work out.
You're good-looking enough.
What's the matter, didn't
you have enough pull?
I was just a little short of talent.
Aren't you going to have your milk?
Oh, yeah. Sure.
You know, I've got to keep in shape.
I suppose you're married. Most of
the good-looking girls I run into are.
Is this questionnaire
in the line of duty?
Could be.
I am married. Happily married.
If I was happily married
to a girl like you,
I wouldn't leave you alone nights.
John doesn't. He's here 24 hours a day.
Tender yellow young squash we sell
down here at the Ranch Market.
I give them to the wife.
And by the way, there is a little
lady who really knows squash.
Well, she puts them over a slow flame...
I hear that program every
night. Is he your husband?
He is.
No kidding?
Isn't he the one always signs off
with I'll be seeing you, Susan?
That's right.
Yeah. Well, then you're Susan.
Disappointing though it may be, I am.
That's a real coincidence, isn't it?
My name's Webb. Webb Garwood.
Webb Garwood. Somehow
that sounds familiar.
Hey, wait a minute. Where are you from?
Indiana. Terre Haute.
Did you ever see East Indianapolis play
Terre Haute High School? Basketball?
Of course I have.
You're not that Webb?
Nobody else.
You played center. We got beat
three Years in a row because of you.
Oh, well. There were four other
guys on the team, you know.
I know, but you were the only
one we were really afraid of.
Didn't you get a scholarship
to some college or something?
Yeah.
I don't follow the
sport pages very well.
I don't seem to remember
what happened after that.
Scored the winning
point on our first game.
After the second game,
they put me on the bench.
Coach said they were trying
to teach us to work as a team.
I got him thrown opened good,
right in front of the whole squad.
From then on, he had it
in for me, that's all.
Told the athletic director,
and they stopped my dough.
Just another one of my lousy breaks.
Hadn't been for that, I'd
have had my four years of
college, have a nice, soft
job in one of those big bond
houses, and I'd be eating lunch
every day in the university club.
I used to clip your picture
out of the Terre Haute paper.
Yeah.
Who'd ever have thought...
That I'd turn out to be
just another dumb cop, huh?
Oh, no. I wasn't thinking that at all.
I was just thinking how funny
it is the way you meet people.
Yeah.
People you never thought you'd meet.
They say there's no such
thing as a native Californian.
Those were the days, no kidding.
I wish we'd met there instead of here.
What street did you live on there?
Lakeview.
Oh, well, that explains it.
You had sidewalks and
lawns out in front.
I lived down on Carrington.
My old man's idea of success was
a buck 20 an hour union scale.
He's a maintenance
worker in the oil fields.
He must have had a dozen chances
to cut loose on his own...
make himself some real
dough wild-catting, but he
was too yellow to risk his buck
20 an hour, so he never made it.
Well, it's just about
that time, you night owls.
This is John Gilvray bringing
to a close the Ranch Market...
It's almost his signing-off time.
I've got to check out, too.
I guess you'll feel
safe from now on, huh?
Wouldn't you like to stay
and have breakfast with us?
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