The Man Who Wasn't There Page #4

Footsteps approach the front porch.

With the squeak of the screen door, Big Dave emerges.

DAVE:

Holding down the porch area?

Ed gives a half-grin of wry acknowledgement. Big Dave relaxes,

forearms against the porch railing, gazing out at the front

lawn.

DAVE:

...That's quite a wife you got there.

ED:

Mm.

DAVE:

She's a rare one.

ED:

How's business, Dave?

DAVE:

Couldn't be better. These're boom

times in retailing. We're opening

another store, Big Dave's Annex,

there on Garson. This is strictly

haberdashery--casual wear, pyjamas,

ladies' foundations and undergarments.

Matter of fact, I'm thinking of making

Doris the comptroller. How're things

at the, uh, the barbershop?

ED:

All right, I guess.

DAVE:

...Fine. Fine. Well, you might want

to drop by the Annex when we open,

update your suit--'course, you're in

the smock all day.

He chuckles.

DAVE:

...Say, where do you get those things

anyway?

ED:

Specialty store down in Sacramento.

DAVE:

Uh-huh.

There is a silence. At length, gazing out at the lawn, Big

Dave clears his throat.

CHURCH:

ED (V.O.)

Doris and I went to church once a

week...

We are tilting down a long stained-glass window depicting

the resurrection of Christ.

ED (V.O.)

...Usually Tuesday night...

Faintly, we hear an amplified voice:

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