Scene III

INT. PAUL’s Apartment
EXT. dark outside

Beginning from HOLLY talking of her brother, page 20

HOLLY: But he wasn’t dotty, just sweet and vague, and terribly slow.

(CU on HOLLY)

HOLLY: Poor Fred.  He’s in the Army now.  That’s really the best place for him until I
can get enough money saved

(SWITCH to FRED)

PAUL: And then?

(SWITCH to HOLLY)

HOLLY:  And then Fred and I.  I went to Mexico once.  It’s a wonderful place for raising
horses.  I saw this one place near the sea.  Fred’s very good with horses.  But even land in Mexico costs something and no matter what I do there never seems to be more than a couple of hundred of dollars in the bank.  Oh Fred.  I wonder if the Army is generous with its peanut butter.

(HOLLY stands up)

HOLLY:  Which reminds me, I’m starving.

(PAUL points to a bowl of apples on the table)
(HOLLY sits in a chair next to table with apples, picks up an apple and puts her feet up)
(SWITCH to HOLLY)
(HOLLY takes a bit of the apple)

HOLLY: Tell me something you’ve written.  The story part

(SWITCH to PAUL)

PAUL: Remember, they’re not the kind of story one can tell.

(SWITCH to HOLLY)

HOLLY: I bet you could do it.

(shot EXPANDS to include HOLLY and PAUL)

PAUL: Maybe I’ll let you read one someday.

HOLLY: Whisky and apples go together.  I’ll fix us a couple of drinks and you can read
me a story yourself.

(HOLLY hands PAUL a couple of his book and begins pouring drinks)
(PAUL opens the book and begins reading)

(FADE TO after PAUL is done reading)

PAUL: "And so I wait, a life she cried."

(PAUL looks up from book)
(SWITCH to HOLLY who blinks as though she just exited a trance, apple in other hand)

HOLLY:  Is that the end? That was marvelous. Of course I like lesbians themselves.  They don’t scare me a bit.

(HOLLY pauses)

HOLLY: Incidentally, do you happen to know any nice lesbians?  I’m looking for a
 roommate.

(SWITCH to PAUL, who is smiling)

HOLLY: Well don’t laugh, I’m so disorganized I simply can’t afford a maid; and really
lesbians are wonderful homemakers, they love to do all the work, you never have
to bother about brooms and defrosting and sending out the laundry.  I had a roommate in Hollywood, she played in Westerns, they called her the Lone Ranger; but I’ll say this for her, she was better than a man around the house.  Of course people couldn’t help but think I must be a bit of a lesbian myself.  And of course I am.  Everyone is: a bit.  So what? That never discouraged a man yet, in fact it seems to goad them on.  Look at Lone Ranger, married twice.  Usually they only marry once, just for the name.  Is seems to carry such a cachet later on to be called Mrs. Something Another.

(HOLLY looks at the clock)

HOLLY: It can’t be four thirty, it just can’t…