The Postman Always Rings Twice Page #3

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You must have had

to fight off a lot of guys.

A lot of guys?

All the guys.

I don't especially like

the way I look sometimes...

...but I never met a man since I was 14

that didn't want to argue about it.

Sure. By the time Nick came along...

...you were ready to marry

anybody that owned a gold watch.

Seemed the best thing to do

from my angle.

And as for him, I told him...

- I told him I didn't love him.

- He said that would come in time.

Yeah.

- But it didn't.

- But I meant to stick by him.

- And that's why--

- That's why you married him and retired.

The undefeated champ.

Not 100 percent undefeated.

Not now.

What's that?

Somebody trying to come in.

Is the door locked?

I must have locked it.

Whoever it was, they...

They went away.

- Too bad Nick took the car.

- Even if it were here...

...we couldn't take it. Not unless

we want to spend the night in jail.

Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing,

but stealing his car, that's larceny.

Get over!

- Say, you're not tired already, are you?

- A little.

Come on, let's sit down for a minute.

Here.

Don't worry, we'll get a lift

in a minute.

Frank, look, if I divorce Nick,

he'll never give me a nickel.

- He'll keep the Twin Oaks and everything.

- What do we care?

- But where are we headed?

- What's the difference? Anywhere.

- Anywhere. Do you know where that is?

- Anywhere we choose.

No, it isn't. It's back to

the hash house for me.

For you, some parking lot where you

wear a smock with "super service" on it.

- I would die if I saw you in a smock.

- I wore one at the Twin Oaks.

But that was mine.

Oh, don't you see? You're smart.

Others could be wearing the smocks...

...and you could be manager.

- Yeah, I can hardly wait.

- Oh, stop acting.

You're ashamed of being smart.

I'm ashamed of begging for a ride...

- ...that'll take me back where I started.

- Want to go back?

I want to be somebody.

And if I walk out...

... I'll lose everything,

and I'll never be anybody.

Oh, I love you, Frank,

and I want you, but not this way.

Not starting out like a couple of tramps.

I'm going back.

- Frank!

- What's the matter now?

The note I wrote for Nick.

If he gets home...

- Where'd you leave it?

- The cash register.

Great. That's the first place he'll look too.

Look, here comes a bus. Stop it.

All right.

Frank.

Frank, look, it's Nick.

Look out!

That was close.

I'd like to see him get plastered like that

some night and drive off a cliff.

You didn't mean that.

You were joking.

Sure.

Sure, I... I was joking.

Of course you were.

Of course.

Well, I better change quick.

Why should I leave her?

Why should I go?

Don't look now,

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