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MARGO:

(into phone)

Mr. Larry Mitchell, please

(a beat, she changes

her mind)

No, never mind.

She puts telephone back in cradle and goes back to cigarette

box, lights another cigarette in the same nervous, jerky

manner, and puffs again. There is a KNOCK ON THE DOOR. She

spins around, walks quickly to door, throws it open.

Mitchell comes in. She says nothing as he moves in past

her. She shuts the door.

MITCHELL:

I'm afraid you're not very glad to

see me, Margo.

MARGO:

(between her teeth)

With your charm? How could I help

it? Have a nice trip?

MITCHELL:

So-so.

MARGO:

Who's the girl?

MITCHELL:

Her name's Mayfield. Betty Mayfield.

MARGO:

Nice.

MITCHELL:

She's just a girl I met on the

train. You don't mind do you?

MARGO:

(tartly)

Why should I mind?

MITCHELL:

You shouldn't. You washed me up

very thoroughly.

MARGO:

As thoroughly as I could. It wasn't

easy. But you are helping me.

MITCHELL:

(staring at her)

Margo, darling. You washed me up.

Remember? We're just friends. You

wanted it that way.

MARGO:

(ignoring this)

She's very beautiful. She's much

younger than I am. And she's rich,

I hope.

MITCHELL:

Rich? I haven't the faintest idea.

Why?

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