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MR. KIRKEBY, a dapper, middle-aged man, stands in front of
the mirror above the fake fireplace, buttoning up his vest.
He does not notice that the buttons are out of alignment.
KIRKEBY:
(calling off)
Come on, Sylvia. It's getting late.
SYLVIA, a first baseman of a dame, redheaded and saftig,
comes cha cha-ing into the room, trying to fasten a necklace
as she hums along with the music. She dances amorously up
to Kirkeby.
KIRKEBY:
Cut it out, Sylvia. We got to get
out of here.
He helps her with the necklace, then turns off the phonograph.
SYLVIA:
What's the panic? I'm going to
have another martooni.
She crosses to the coffee table, starts to pour the remnants
of the vodka into the pitcher.
KIRKEBY:
Please, Sylvia! It's a quarter to
nine!
SYLVIA:
(dropping slivers of
ice into the pitcher)
First you can't wait to get me up
here, and now -- rush, rush, rush!
Makes a person feel cheap.
KIRKEBY:
Sylvia -- sweetie -- it's not
that -- but I promised the guy I'd
be out of here by eight o'clock,
positively.
SYLVIA:
(pouring martini)
What guy? Whose apartment is this,
anyway?
KIRKEBY:
(exasperated)
What's the difference? Some
schnook that works in the office.
EXT. BROWNSTONE HOUSE - EVENING
Bud is pacing back and forth, throwing an occasional glance
at the lit windows of his apartment. A middle-aged woman
with a dog on a leash approaches along the sidewalk.
She is MRS. LIEBERMAN, the dog is a Scottie, and they are
both wearing raincoats. Seeing them, Bud leans casually
against the stoop.
MRS. LIEBERMAN
Good evening, Mr. Baxter.
BUD:
Good evening, Mrs. Lieberman.
MRS. LIEBERMAN
Some weather we're having. Must be
from all the meshugass at Cape
Canaveral.
(she is half-way up
the steps)
You locked out of your apartment?
BUD:
No, no. Just waiting for a friend.
Good night, Mrs. Lieberman.
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