Scarlet Street Page #2

Yes, Miss--I mean...

Kitty...

Well, look...Kitty,...

since I'm old enough to be your father...

You're not so old.

You don't think so?

You're not a boy, you're just...

...mature.

I like mature people.

Well, what I wanted to say was...

you shouldn't be alone in the

street so late at night.

I was coming home from work.

You work this late?

What do you do?

Guess.

- You're an actress!

- Oh, you are clever!

Now that you know all about me,

tell me about yourself.

- What do you do?

- I?

- Well, you see...

- Don't tell me.

- You work in a bank?

- No.

Well let's see, Greenwich Village

is full of artists...

I meet you in Greenwich Village...

You must be an artist. Right?

Well, I...

- Yes, yes, I paint.

- Of course, you're a painter.

I love paintings.

To think I took you for a cashier.

Well...

You know those art galleries

on Fifth Avenue?

The prices they charge!

I saw one little picture

that cost 50,000 dollars.

They called it a...

- Seesan.

- Cezanne.

He was a great French painter.

I'd like to own that painting.

You would?

For 50,000 dollars?

Well, you can't put any price

on masterpieces like that.

They're worth...well...

Whatever you can afford to pay for them.

You know what, Chris, I bet I saw some of

your pictures there and didn't know it.

Next time I'll look for your name.

No, no, no...

I don't sell my pictures.

Not in New York, you mean?

- No, I...

- I know.

I bet you sell your pictures in Europe,

France or some place like that.

You can tell I don't know much about painting.

I bet you get as much for

your pictures in France

as those Frenchmen get right

here in New York.

You're never appreciated in your own country.

Well, that's one way of looking at it.

But you know, when I paint

I don't think of money.

- I just paint for fun.

- Fun?

Yes, I think it's the

most fun I know, painting.

I wish I had all the time to paint.

- But don't you have time?

- No, I...well...yes...

You see, I...

Well, you know...

Business takes a lot of time.

No wonder, when you get all that money.

What play are you acting in?

- It closed tonight.

- Which one?

The one I was in. What time is it?

- It's only ten past two.

- Only?

It's time for Kitty to be in bed.

So you won't forget me.

Thank you.

- Can I see you again?

- Sure, sometime.

- Well, if you give me your telephone number...

- I haven't got a phone.

May I write you?

That's the address. Good night, Chris.

Kitty, who is Johnny?

Why do you ask that?

I just heard you ask the bartender.

Oh sure, he's just a fella I know,

he's Millie's boyfriend.

You know, the girl I live with?

Good night, Chris.

Good night, Kitty.

Christopher!

Christopher!

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