Phone Booth Page #5

VOICE:

What else do I have to do? It's

interesting watching people.

Trying to guess who they are. And

what they're up to.

STU:

What are you -- a shut-in of some

kind?

VOICE:

You might say that. I can't go

out. I might be seen.

STU:

Somebody's looking for you?

VOICE:

Desperately.

STU:

The cops?

VOICE:

Not yet.

STU:

The ex-wife. What'd you do -- run

out on child support?

VOICE:

What kind of man do you think I am?

STU:

Frankly, I could care less. You

had your fun. Now goodbye.

VOICE:

It's not in your best interests to

hang up on me. That would make me

angry.

STU:

Isn't that just too bad?

VOICE:

For you.

STU:

There's ten million names in the

phonebook. Pester somebody else.

VOICE:

I never talk to people I can't see.

I need to study their reactions.

STU:

Alright, bullshit artist, what am

I doing right now?

VOICE:

Scratching your forehead with your

left hand. Now you're brushing

your hair back.

STU:

Okay, okay, you got me in your

scrutiny. So what?

VOICE:

So let's talk.

STU:

Only I got nothing to say.

VOICE:

Oh, you will. You'll do a lot of

talking before this conversation is

over. And it'll only end when I

want it to.

STU:

Is that a fact? Well if you watch

closely, you will see me hang up.

VOICE:

I don't think you will.

STU:

Why not?

VOICE:

I interest you.

STU:

Why should I be interested in some

creep who gets his jollies spying

on strangers in phone booths?

VOICE:

But you're not a stranger, Stu.

The sound of his own name sends a chill through him.

STU:

Who put you up to this?

VOICE:

You were my very own selection.

STU:

Why me in particular?

VOICE:

Because you're so afraid.

STU:

Ha! What've I got to be afraid of?

STU:

Just about everything. You have so

much to hide.

STU:

How do you figure that?

VOICE:

Why else would a man with a

perfectly good cellular bother to

make calls from a pay booth?

STU:

That's my business.

VOICE:

I've made it mine.

STU:

All of a sudden I'm required to

give explanations to you?

VOICE:

In explicit detail.

STU:

What is this? Some kind of candid

camera gag? Or like that thing on

HBO where the cab driver is taping

what goes on in the back seat?

VOICE:

This is not showbusiness, my

friend. This is reality.

STU:

Your reality. Not mine, you

lowlife f***.

VOICE:

Stu, you'll be made to suffer for

your attitude, so let's dispense

with the vulgarities.

STU:

Now you're threatening me! F***

you. Could that be any clearer?

VOICE:

You're only making it easier for me

to do you harm.

STU:

Oh yeah. Right. Can you see how

I'm trembling?

VOICE:

You will be.

STU:

Sh*t, this is a new one. F***ing

threatening calls in a goddam phone

booth. When are you going to start

with the heavy breathing.

VOICE:

I'm not the degenerate. You are,

Stu.

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