Midnight Mary Page #5

- Yeah.

I was born in this house. My father too.

Say, aren't you hungry?

- I haven't got time to think about it.

- I'm so hungry I could eat a wolf.

Maybe you've never eaten a wolf.

Properly seasoned, they're delicious.

Will you tell me what we're doing here?

I thought it'd be good to pop in here...

...till the boys in blue

get through blowing their horn.

Thanks.

Have you got a cigarette?

- Maybe you'd like a drink?

- No, thanks.

- Coffee, then?

- Yes, I'd love some.

Is there anything I can get you, sir?

Coffee for Miss...

Well, coffee.

Shall we see if there's anything

to eat in the house?

- Anything in there you'd like?

- What is this, a hotel?

No, we have good appetites.

Uh-huh.

How about a touch of turkey?

Oh, that does look good.

Was that your husband?

I mean, the one that wanted to use me

for target practice.

No, I haven't any husband.

Then how about some cheese?

No, thank you.

- You don't live here alone, do you?

- My father and I.

Two gentlemen of the old school.

I'll bet you're an only child.

No, don't tell me. Let me guess.

Mm-hm. The proverbial waster,

aimlessly drifting...

...killing a brilliant mind with drink.

Are you ever serious about anything?

No, what is there to be serious about?

The income tax?

Tonsils? The decline of the white race?

Of course, there's always sex.

How do you feel about sex, Potter?

Or... do you?

At this hour of the night, sir,

it would be almost impossible to know.

- Would there be anything else, sir?

- Run along to bed, Potter.

- I'm sorry I disturbed you.

- Yes, sir.

So am I, sir.

I mean, I beg your pardon, sir.

- Good night, sir.

- You're pardoned, good night.

Now, what do you suppose

made me think of sex?

I can't imagine. Most men never do.

- And I'm the intellectual type myself.

- Me too.

Sometimes, my baser nature

gets the better of me.

That's the beast in you.

How well you understand me.

Mm-hm.

By the way, have you got any plans

for the rest of the evening?

Well, let me see.

Oh, we could wake up your father

and play 3oo pinochle.

I can think of better games than that.

Can't you?

- Haven't you about finished your supper?

- Why?

Well, we're not gonna waste

the rest of the night sitting here, are we?

- Oh, I forgot to tell you.

- What?

I'm really a kitchen sitter at heart.

- I hope your friends got away.

- I hope so.

I've just discovered

I'm a tottering, dull old man.

Amazing. You don't look a day over 9o.

Nothing ever happens to me.

Life's always passing me by.

And look at you.

You think it's a gorgeous thrill

dodging coppers?

First excitement I've had

since my grandfather fell downstairs...

...and left me 3 million in trust.

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