Human Desire Page #2

Well, this is our chance.

For what?

(TURNS RADIO OFF)

In five years I would

have got a pension.

There's nothing to worry about.

I worked before we got married.

I can work again.

Wait a minute.

I don't want my wife working.

I didn't marry you so you

could take care of me.

Vicki,

I've been thinking.

What about this fella, Owens?

Do you think you could put in

a good word for me?

Mr. Owens?

Why Mr. Owens?

He's a big shipper.

He does a lot of business with the railroad.

Your mother used

to work for him.

She was his cook

or something, you said.

She was his housekeeper.

Well, I thought you

could talk to him.

I need somebody

important to help me.

I just can't walk into

his office and...

And start asking for favors.

Why not?

Big men like him are used to

having favors asked of them.

You said, once, he liked you.

If Owens puts in a word, why...

Why they'd listen.

All right, I know I should have

been smarter with Thurston, but,

well, you know me.

One thing I can't stand is a guy

trying to put something over on me.

Look, baby,

call Owens.

Tell him we'll come

to the city tomorrow,

and that you want to talk to

him for a couple of minutes.

I'd rather not, Carl.

Why not?

What's wrong with a wife

trying to help her husband?

Come on, baby, what do you say?

All right. Forget it.

Are you sure you want

me to call him?

I wouldn't ask you

if I wasn't in real trouble.

I got nobody else to turn to.

All right.

I'll call him.

Long distance, please.

All aboard.

(BELL RINGING)

(HORN BLOWING)

Vicki,

you'll be sure and tell Mr.

Owens exactly what happened.

In the yard, I mean.

I want him to know it wasn't my fault,

that Thurston had it in for me.

You'll remember, won't you?

I'll remember.

Maybe I ought to go to Mr.

Owens' office with you,

and explain to him exactly...

I can explain anything to him

that needs explaining.

(SIGHING) All right.

Say, did you call Jean?

Yeah, she said we can

use her apartment.

You can wait there for me.

Oh, fine.

(HORN BLOWING)

(BELL RINGING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(RINGING STOPS)

(CHATTERING)

Why, Mrs. Buckley.

We haven't seen you in some time.

Is Mr. Owens in?

He's expecting you.

Mrs. Buckley is here,

Mr. Owens.

OWENS:
Send her in.

Go right in.

How are you, Vicki?

Well! You've put on a little

weight since you got married.

(CHUCKLES)

Now, tell me,

what's on your mind?

All the trouble I go to

just to look passable.

Zip me up, will you, Carl?

You dames, you spend more

time getting dressed...

Have to.

It's much better to have

good looks than brains,

because most of the men I know can

see much better than they can think.

I wonder what's keeping Vicki.

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