The Apartment Page #3
MRS. LIEBERMAN
Good night, Mr. Baxter.
She and the Scottie disappear into the house. Bud resumes
pacing, his eyes on the apartment windows. Suddenly he
stops -- the lights have gone out.
INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - EVENING
Kirkeby, in coat and hat, stands in the open doorway of the
darkened apartment.
KIRKEBY:
Come on -- come on, Sylvia!
Sylvia comes cha cha-ing out, wearing an imitation Persian
lamb coat, her hat askew on her head, bag, gloves, and an
umbrella in her hand.
SYLVIA:
Some setup you got here. A real,
honest-to-goodness love nest.
KIRKEBY:
Sssssh.
He locks the door, slips the key under the doormat.
SYLVIA:
(still cha cha-ing)
You're one button off, Mr. Kirkeby.
She points to his exposed vest. Kirkeby looks down, sees
that the buttons are out of line. He starts to rebutton
them as they move down the narrow, dimly-lit stairs.
SYLVIA:
You got to watch those things.
Wives are getting smarter all the
time. Take Mr. Bernheim -- in the
Claims Department -- came home one
night with lipstick on his shirt --
told his wife he had a shrimp
cocktail for lunch -- so she took
it out to the lab and had it
analyzed -- so now she has the
house in Great Neck and the children
and the new Jaguar --
KIRKEBY:
Don't you ever stop talking?
EXT. BROWNSTONE HOUSE - EVENING
Bud, standing on the sidewalk, sees the front door start to
open. He moves quickly into the areaway, almost bumping
into the ashcans, stands in the shadow of the stoop with his
back turned discreetly toward Kirkeby and Sylvia as they
come down the steps.
KIRKEBY:
Where do you live?
SYLVIA:
I told you -- with my mother.
KIRKEBY:
Where does she live?
SYLVIA:
A hundred and seventy-ninth
street -- the Bronx.
KIRKEBY:
All right -- I'll take you to the
subway.
SYLVIA:
Like hell you will. You'll buy me
a cab.
KIRKEBY:
Why do all you dames have to live
in the Bronx?
SYLVIA:
You mean you bring other girls up
here?
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