The Sniper Page #2

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He must have spilled something,

and I didn't...

- I'll get one of the men to do it.

- Eddie, you're wonderful.

Tell you what. You go in the kitchen and get

a beer out of the icebox, and I'll slip this off.

All right.

There's an opener right there by the bottles.

Find it all right?

Yes, I found it, Miss Darr.

I'm sorry. I forgot about your hand.

I see you got it opened all right.

Yeah, sure. It was easy.

I didn't know baseball was

such a dangerous game.

- Well, anybody can get hurt anytime.

- You're so right, Eddie.

Not just in games, either. Is it hot out?

I haven't been out yet.

- No, it's nice.

- But you're sweating.

- Am I? I didn't know.

- Well, the beer will cool you off.

Excuse me.

What is it? Al?

What are you doing up so early?

Sure. Come on up.

That's my friend. He's coming up.

Eddie, would you mind finishing

your beer out on the back porch?

Al's just like every other trumpet player.

He's jealous.

I wouldn't want him to get any ideas.

And I'll expect the dress tomorrow.

You're a darling, Eddie.

Anyone down there?

Gets better every time.

Play it again, Jeannie girl.

Listen, that's five times

I've played it for you already.

- People might want to hear something else.

- No. They ain't listening.

I'm the only one that's listening.

Play it again, Jeannie girl.

- Pete?

- What's the matter, Jeannie?

- Do you want to run off with me?

- It's this man.

Five times I've played a song for him,

and now he wants to hear it again.

What's the matter?

You know only one song?

Jeannie knows lots of songs.

Let her play and you'll hear a million songs.

I only want to hear this song.

But maybe somebody else

wants to hear something else.

Maybe I want to hear something else.

Listen, I've been paying for this.

I bought nine drinks here tonight.

Maybe nine drinks are too many for you.

Maybe you better go home.

Hey, you can't do that to me.

I just did it. Now, are you going to leave

quiet or do you need a little help?

All right. But you'll be sorry.

Nobody's making a fool out of me.

- Nice fellow.

- You ought to be used to it by now.

I never get used to it. Jeannie. Play me

something. Play me Plaisir d'amour.

So you can go off in a corner and cry?

With that song and the way business is,

I cry right out in public.

Are you sure you don't want me

to get you a cab?

Walking's the only exercise I get these days.

But I don't like you out alone

like this at night.

What makes you think I'm alone?

After all, I'm leaving early.

How do you know I don't have someone

waiting for me around the corner?

- I wish it was me. Good night, Jeannie.

- Good night, Pete.

I almost seen it.

I just finished looking out the window,

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