Body Heat Page #4

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Hi, Ned.

Hi, Glenda.

- You all right?

- Don't stop.

You are killing me.

I'm red, I'm sore.

You're sore?

You've got nerve.

Look at it.

It's about to fall off.

Is there any more ice?

I'm burning up.

He's coming up tomorrow.

I can't stand the thought of him.

He's small...

...and mean...

...and weak.

Lady, you want to f***?

Gee, I don't know.

Maybe.

- This sure is a friendly town.

- I'm sorry.

You are?

You mean the offer is no good?

I feel like a jerk.

Well, maybe you were supposed

to deliver it next door.

You must be looking for

the lady of the house.

Ned, this is Mary Ann.

We were just meeting.

Ned made me feel very welcome.

I am an idiot.

How are you? I'm...

- You staying in town?

- No, just passing through.

Nice area.

A little hot for my tastes.

It's unusual.

We're famous for our cool breezes.

Want to stay for dinner?

I've got to go.

Got to go.

Bye.

You two have fun now.

I didn't see her car.

I'm sorry.

I've got to be more careful.

Mary Ann is an old friend.

She's like a sister to me.

She wants me to be happy.

How do you know?

I saw the will once.

He showed it to me.

He was trying to prove something.

How much he loved me, or something.

How did he get so fat?

Stock market,

real estate, investments.

He doesn't tell me much,

but I've picked up a little.

- They own a lot of land along the shore.

- Who's "they"?

He's never introduced me to anyone.

I'm not sure if they're all legitimate.

I wonder what they call themselves.

Maybe I've heard of them.

I know they own that place

in Miranda Beach, The Breakers.

The Breakers? I thought

Morrie Fisher owned that land.

Edmund mentioned it once.

It scares me to talk about these things.

Why?

- You know.

- No, I don't.

Let's just not.

Let's just not think about all he's got.

Wait a minute.

Tell me exactly what it is

that frightens you.

I'm afraid because...

...when I think about it...

...I wish he'd die.

That's really what I want.

It's horrible and it's ugly...

...and it's what I most want.

- That's where we're at, isn't it?

- What do you mean?

That's what we're both thinking. How good

it would be for us if he was gone.

No, Ned. Please, don't.

Don't talk about it.

Talk is dangerous,

sometimes it makes things happen.

- It makes them real.

- Don't get scared.

Because he is not going to die.

Nothing wrong with him, is there?

No reason to think he'll die, is there?

- No.

- That's right.

So we might as well forget about it.

It's not going to just happen

to make things nice for us.

It won't just happen.

If you do leave him,

you'll come out all right.

- A divorce?

- Yeah, he's ripe.

No, I signed a prenuptial agreement.

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