Dishonored Lady Page #5

Oh, I know the pattern, Miss Damien.

You're suffering from the disease of the times...

A neurotic malady is as commonplace as chronic alcoholism.

Suppose for a moment that you were an alcoholic.

They're much the same, you know.

Unsure of themselves underneath and seeking reassurance

from new excitement.

Instead of getting at the cause,

the drunkard solves his problem by taking another drink.

This of course is no solution. And eventually we find him

sprawled hopelessly at a bar.

without the strength or even the desire

to save himself.

I can't go on with this. You're not helping me,

you're insulting me.

You've been insulting yourself, Miss Damien.

Insulting your body and insulting your soul.

Your life hasn't been gay and glamorous at all..

It's just been muddled and senseless.

You know that now.

And if you really want to change it, you can start right away.

Now it's up to you.

You can have the apartment, Ethel.

The rent is paid until the end of the month.

Darling, I feel like a vulture, wheeling over your head.

I'm not in, whoever it is.

Miss Damien's office.

No, she still hasn't come in, Mr. Courtland.

Well, I don't know exactly, later in the day I...

Did he hang up?

Yes.

Good.

Let me call him back, darling. You may be sorry later.

Everything in this file return without comment.

This I want to see more of their work

and these you may be able to use.

But you haven't given me your new address

I'm not giving it to anyone..

Hello, Madeleine.

Honey, would you mind popping out for a minute?

Just 60 secs.

you'd better talk fast.

Madeleine, I'm in a jam. I gotta raise some money.

I need about $5,000.

What do you expect me to do about it?

I thought you might talk to Courtland.

I'm sure he'd let you have it if you ask him nicely.

You're really quite a rat, aren't you.

Look, I'm in debt up to here.

I only make $100 a week

and you know I can't live on that.

$5,000 doesn't mean a thing to Courtland.

You better get out of here before I lose my temper.

You're forcing me to say things that I don't want to say

but if you're going to act cold and virtuous about it

you'll hear them.

Suppose I tell Kranish.

Tell him what?

About Courtland.

You know you've got a pretty nice job here,

but you won't have it very long if I told Branish.

I don't want to tell him, but...

What's so funny?

As a blackmailer you are pitiful.

Go on, tell him. Tell him what a rat I am

and you are and he is.

Go on use my phone if you want, and my desk, and my office.

I'm through with all of them.

Boulevard Magazine.

No, Miss Damien hasn't been back.

Just a moment, please.

I'm sorry, she doesn't work here anymore.

You might try at her home.

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