Cat People Page #2

OLIVER:

Irena Dubrovna -- is that a Russian

name?

IRENA:

No...I am from Serbia.

OLIVER:

I see. Would you mind spelling it?

IRENA:

You want to know how to spell my

name? Are you going to write me a

letter?

OLIVER:

I'd like to write you a letter.

IRENA:

What about?

OLIVER:

I would say in this letter... "Dear

Miss...Dubrovna," I would say,

"will you have tea with me?"

Irena shakes her head with a little smile. Oliver is

undaunted.

OLIVER:

Well, in that case, I'd just have

to write you another letter, I'd

say...

But again, with the same teasing smile, she shakes her

head. She suddenly stops and TURNS to Oliver.

IRENA:

Here is my house.

Oliver starts to give her the campstool he is carrying, She

lays a soft, gloved hand on his coat sleeve and smiles

charmingly.

IRENA:

Perhaps, Mr. Reed, you would like

to have tea in my apartment.

Oliver looks at her quizzically, realizing that she had meant

to ask him all the time, that he needn't have tried so hard

to wangle a date. He grins.

OLIVER:

Oh, Miss Dubrovna, you make life so

simple!

DISSOLVE:

INT. GROUND FLOOR HALLWAY - IRENA'S APARTMENT HOUSE

AFTERNOON:

MED. SHOT of Irena and Oliver as they enter the building

from the street. It is the ornate, elaborate interior of a

brownstone mansion converted into an apartment house. They

walk the few steps of the short hallway to the stairs.

Oliver looks at the enormous staircase.

OLIVER (POINTING)

I never cease to marvel at what

lies behind a brownstone front.

They start up the stairs.

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE IRENA'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON

MED. SHOT. Irena has inserted the key in the lock of her

door. She turns it, but before she opens the door, she looks

up at Oliver.

OLIVER:

What's the matter?

IRENA:

Nothing.

OLIVER:

But you looked at me in such a

funny way.

IRENA:

I've never had anyone here. You're

the first friend I've met in

America. I know lots of people in

business...editors, secretaries,

other sketch artists...you know.

But you might be my first real

friend. That's why I looked at

you.

(pauses)

OLIVER:

(seriously)

Thank you.

Irena swings the door wide open. Through the doorway a

little bit of the room can be seen. Prominently displayed

is an odd equestrian statuette.

It is the figure of a man in armor, carved out of gray

stone. The man wears a regal chaplet on his head and is

mounted on a magnificent horse. Around the base of the

statue is a circle of flames, while the rider holds high

above his head a sword upon which is impaled the figure of

a writhing cat. Irena takes a step into the room and stands

waiting for Oliver to follow her, then turns to look back

at him. He has become aware of the perfume in the room.

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