The Man Who Wasn't There Page #3

Ann smiles wanly.

DAVE:

...I say, Jesus, honey, Arnie Bragg--

*again*?!

He roars with laughter.

Ed gives an acknowledging smile.

DAVE:

...Arnie Bragg--*again*?!

He dries his eyes with the corner of a napkin.

DAVE:

...Were you in the service, Ed?

ED:

No, Dave, I wasn't.

DORIS:

Ed was 4F on account of his fallen

arches.

DAVE:

Mm, that's tough.

FRONT PORCH:

Ed is standing alone on the porch, watching the sun go down.

Crickets chirp. From inside the house we hear laughter and

clattering dishes.

ED (V.O.)

...Yeah... I guess Doris liked all

that he-man stuff. Sometimes I had

the feeling that she and Big Dave

were a lot closer than they let on...

He turns and looks through the screen door into the house.

Across the dim living room we can see a sliver of the brightly

lit kitchen. Big Dave, wearing a frilly apron, stands at the

counter drying dishes. His broad back heaves with laughter

while Doris, just hidden by the wall, chats away, handing

dishes across.

ED (V.O.)

...The signs were all there plain

enough--not that I was gonna prance

about it, mind you. It's a free

country.

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