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We float slowly toward a white bungalow on a quiet street as
a black coupe pulls into the driveway.
ED (V.O.)
...Oh yeah. There was one other
thing...
We track in through a bedroom door to discover a woman putting
on a girdle.
ED (V.O.)
...Doris kept the books at
Nirdlinger's, a small department
store on Main Street. Unlike me,
Doris liked the work, accounting;
she liked knowing where everything
stood. And she got a ten per cent
employee discount on whatever she
wanted--nylon stockings...
Close on her legs as she rolls up a stocking and clips it to
the garter.
ED (V.O.)
...make-up, and perfume...
Close on an atomiser misting her bosom with Jungle Gardenia
by Tuvache.
ED (V.O.)
...She wore a lot of perfume.
Doris in a flouncy dress is setting coasters on a coffee
table.
ED (V.O.)
...Doris's boss, Big Dave Brewster,
was married to Ann Nirdlinger, the
department store heiress. Tonight
they were coming over for dinner--as
Doris said, we were 'entertaining'...
Ed sits on the living-room davenport in an uncomfortable
suit, smoking.
ED (V.O.)
...Me, I don't like entertaining.
The doorbell rings.
THE DOOR:
Ed opens it to reveal a large man in a suit and his demure,
bird-like wife.
DAVE:
How ya doin', Ed?
ED:
OK. Take your coat, Ann?
DINNER TABLE:
The two couples are in the middle of the meal.
DAVE:
Japs had us pinned down in Buna for
something like six weeks. Well, I
gotta tell ya, I thought *we* had it
tough, but, Jesus, we had supply.
*They* were eating grubs, nuts,
thistles. When we finally up and
bust off the beach we found Arnie
Bragg, kid missing on recon; the
Japs had *eaten* the sonofabitch, if
you'll pardon the, uh... And this
was a scrawny, pimply kid too, nothin'
to write home about. I mean, I never
would've, ya know, so what do I say,
honey? When I don't like dinner,
what do I say?
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