The Strange Love of Martha Ivers Page #4

- You waiting for her?

Just came back to get my things.

I've been away for awhile.

- I'm waiting for a taxi.

- I used to live here, in this house.

Seventeen, eighteen years ago.

I was born here.

Don't kid me. You're older than that.

Well, I didn't move right after I was born.

Got one to spare?

- Got some more matches?

- You can have these.

Got the time?

- It's 11:
15.

- Now, ain't that just dandy?

- And I've got an 11:30 bus to catch.

- You can still make it.

Not if the taxi doesn't show up fast.

Know anybody who lives around here,

name of Masterson?

No.

- Know anybody in town at all, by that name?

- No, I'm from Ridgeville.

- Is your name Masterson?

- Yeah.

You mean, you're just getting home

after 18 years?

Well, 17 or 18.

You're just getting around

to looking up your people?

No, not exactly.

I just happened to be driving through

on my way West...

and got more or less curious, that's all.

Well, good luck.

- What you going to do?

- What do you mean?

I mean about your people.

I don't know. Maybe nothing.

Maybe tomorrow I'll go down to the

courthouse and look up the deaths...

- in the last 18 years.

- Can you do that?

Yeah, I think so.

Good night.

Bus terminal, please hurry.

I've got an 11:
30 bus to catch.

Mr. Masterson.

- I thought it was you, Mr. Masterson.

- I'm glad to see you again.

I gave you my last match.

Want a lift any place on the way

to the bus station?

You talked me into it.

You've got my matches. Got a name?

Toni. Antonia. Antonia Marachek.

Ain't that a dilly, Mr. Masterson?

Sam.

Please hurry.

The depot's just across the tracks.

You still got four minutes.

We would have made it,

if you didn't stop to pick up your gent.

We might be able to chase it.

I can get a bus back to Ridgeville tomorrow.

Maybe I won't get a bus back to Ridgeville.

Maybe I'll go someplace else.

Maybe in another direction.

Chicago or further west, maybe.

- Have you ever been out West before?

- Yeah.

I've never.

But maybe I will.

What's it like?

Big.

- Well, do you want to go back?

- I can't go back there.

I'll have to go someplace else.

Do you drink, Sam?

- Yes, I drink.

- I'll buy you one.

Okay.

Too bad, you want me to check your bag

in the station here?

Too bad, you want me to check your bag

in the station here?

I don't know. I guess I'll want it at a hotel.

- You don't want me to take you there?

- Do you happen to be at the Gable Hotel?

- Yeah.

- Can I go there?

It's a public place.

Here, tell the clerk that Sam Masterson

wants a room for a young lady.

- She'll register when she gets there.

- Yes, sir.

- Thanks.

- Keep it.

Classy. Blue lights, music...

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