Midnight Mary Page #3

Bunny, time for you to get going.

Gee, I'm kind of nervous.

Are you sure there ain't any chance

of anything going wrong?

I haven't failed yet, have I?

Let me do the worrying.

Oh, everything's gonna go all right.

Just like clockwork.

You'll see.

Blimp, Puggy.

Set your watches by mine, 6:51.

- Got it?

- Okay.

Oh, Churchill.

Churchill, that wall needs something.

What is it?

Possibly a nice etching.

Etching. That's black-and-white, isn't it?

No, I think I'd like something in color.

Suppose you pick it out for me.

I like the prints you got

for the dining room.

I'd be very glad to.

You know, there was a picture I saw once

when I was a kid.

It was just a cheap copy of some painting,

but I've never forgotten it.

There were a lot of trees.

Not ordinary trees.

It was mysterious, kind of.

With a mist over everything.

So it didn't look real,

you know, nothing you could grab onto.

It was like music.

I don't suppose you know

what I'm talking about.

- Well, maybe I don't either.

Oh, I know exactly.

Get me a cigarette.

Why don't you keep some around here?

Yes, sir.

You must feel pretty pleased

with yourself.

It takes a big shot to get tough

with an old guy like that.

- Oh, be nice, Mary.

- I've told you before.

I don't want you giving orders

to people who work for me.

- I'm not gonna dress yet, Anna.

- Yes, ma'am.

What's the matter?

Aren't you coming in to dinner?

I'm having mine in here.

- Why?

- I like to be alone once in a while.

"The Life of Madame Reca... "

Recamier.

Recamier. That's right.

Thanks.

What do you wanna read

a book like this for?

What can you learn from a dame

that lived a hundred years ago?

Figure out things for yourself.

- I've figured out one thing for myself.

- That you're stuck on me, isn't that it?

Don't, Leo.

Sometimes I think if I don't get away

from you, I'll go out of my mind.

That's only sometimes.

You'll never get away.

You belong to me.

I've never belonged to you. Never.

No, no, don't, Leo. Please, Leo.

Leo.

I suppose that didn't mean a thing, huh?

Listen, baby, you can walk out on me

any time you want to.

I'll never go after you.

But you'll always come back.

Twenty-eight.

Thank you.

Listen, you go ahead. I'll wait here.

Sammy, I'm surprised at you.

- Oh, but I wanna go to sleep.

- We could fix up a cot for him.

No, the little man gets peevish

about this time.

You mustn't give in to him.

He went to bed three nights ago.

Upsy-daisy.

- Now, the little reefer and mittens.

Oh...

Ooh.

I'm grieved at you, Samuel, I really am.

You've no appreciation

of the finer things.

You wanna go home to your lonely bed.

An upstairs life is calling to us.

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