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(door clattering)

- Hi, I'm Vicki March.

- Eh.

Excuse me, uh, what did you say?

- Vicki March. The babysitter.

- "The babysitter?"

I thought the babysitter was supposed to be a kid.

- Well, I'm 17. - You're 17?

- Who is it, Roger? - Uh, it's a kid.

Uh, it's, the babysitter kid.

- Well, let her come in. - Oh, come in, please.

- Thank you. - Come on, Vicki.

Let me show you where everything is.

You surely remember Vicki.

We, we, we saw her at her, uh christening at, uh...

- Oh, yeah. St. Bernard's.

(chuckles) Right. You were just...

Amazing. (all laugh)

- Come on, Vicki.

(footsteps tapping)

Oh, we'll only be about three hours, Vicki.

- Yes, ma'am.

(door thudding)

- You know, if we wanted to,

we could have had a child her age.

Hell, a daughter her age.

- Well, if we wanted to, we could have

a daughter older than her right now.

(chuckles) Creeps up on you, doesn't it?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

(engine humming)

(dog barking)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicking)

(crickets chirping)

(Robert sighing)

(door thudding)

- Wow, this a great place.

- Yeah, Mr. Warfield's a lawyer.

(clock ticking)

(Vicki exhaling)

- Where's the kid? - Sleeping.

- I see.

(mellow jazz music)

(Robert sighing) - Hmm.

(Robert sniffing)

(Vicki sighing)

(soft rock music)

(both moaning)

(clock ticking)

(both kissing and moaning)

(clock ticking)

(both moaning)

(both groaning) - Mm-hmm.

- [Vicki] Mm-mm.

Hey.

(both moaning)

No.

Robert. - Goddammit, come on.

(clock ticking)

(Robert moaning)

(car doors banging)

- They're back. - No.

(Robert sighing)

(waves lapping) (upbeat rock music)

(Vicki yawning)

(couple moaning)

(couple moaning)

(clothes rustling)

(mellow jazz music)

(waves lapping)

(Robert exhaling)

- Where's Vicki?

- She left a half hour ago.

(Robert sighing)

It's just as well, you know.

I mean, you two just spend your whole lives

feeling each other. (Robert sighing)

She's gonna make you bust something.

- Now don't worry about me.

- Hey, it's after midnight now. I'm 21.

- Happy birthday, Trish.

- Don't I even get a birthday kiss?

(Robert sighing)

(mellow jazz music)

(both kissing)

You are all upset, aren't you?

Come inside, Robert.

(Robert sighing)

(footsteps pattering) (children chattering)

(traffic whirring)

- Boy, some fun at the beach.

I wake up and you're just gone.

- I couldn't stay. (sighs) - Why not?

- Because Cal and Trisha were,

were doing it right in front of me.

Made me feel like I was part of it.

- Yeah, well maybe it'd do you some good if you were.

- Talk like that and you can just stay

the hell away from me. - Yeah, well you could have

woke me up and let me handle it.

- I just ran. Took a bus home.

All of them, Cal, Tricia, Mike, Marion, even you,

think I'm not with it just because I don't behave

like some sort of a jackrabbit. (sighs)

(stick tapping)

(pages fluttering)

(Vicki sighing)

- You know I don't think that way,

but you could have woke me up.

Listen, I got a job. (Vicki sighing)

It's not the greatest paying job, but with good tips.

My father's gonna loan me the down payment

on a van of my own.

- Great. Your very own fuck truck.

- No, I'm getting it for you and me,

so we don't have to live by other people's rules.

Hey, look. (book rustling)

There is no way in this world I'm gonna stop

trying to make love to you.

You can put me off, that's all right,

but I'm gonna be thinking every second on how to outfox you.

- (chuckles) I see. The moment I drop my guard.

- You have had it.

- Okay, I'll buy that.

(engine rumbling) (horn honking)

- Hey, aren't you guys gonna wish me happy birthday?

- [Robert] Hey, we did that last night.

(door scraping)

- I know, but it's not really a birthday

till the sun comes up.

(doors slamming)

- Happy birthday, Trish. - Happy birthday.

- (chuckles) 21. Now I can finally buy cigarettes.

- (chuckles) Guess you're still gonna be Jailbait

for a while, Vicki.

- Right.

- Don't forget, we're coming over

where you're babysitting tonight, Vicki.

- Okay. I'll leave the door open.

(children playing)

- Move it. Move it.

(doors click and slam)

(engine humming)

- I was counting on it being just you and me tonight.

- Well, Trisha's been wanting to see

the inside of the Warfield place.

Besides, I need some help from getting outfoxed.

(Robert sighing)

(Vicki chuckling)

(soft classical music) (door clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

(door thudding) (Robert chuckling)

(footsteps tapping)

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. (clock ticking)

(door clattering)

Huh.

(books tapping)

- Hey, uh, she is asleep, I think.

- [Vicki] Yeah.

(jackets rustling)

(Robert sighing)

(Vicki moaning)

(Robert breathing heavily)

- (sighs) Is this all we're ever gonna do?

- Oh, I've been waiting to hear you say that.

- (sighs) I don't mean it the way you think I mean it.

- What do you mean? - I mean,

can't we talk or something?

- No, I'm too turned on to talk.

- Cal and Trish will be here soon.

- Maybe they decided to make love instead.

- Mm. Do you always have to do that?

- (sighs) It just happens.

- You can just cool it for a while.

- Yeah, well you can just go fuck yourself for a while.

(upbeat rock music)

- Damn, the wars we could have in this place.

- Mm. (Cal laughing)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(cork popping)

(hands slapping) - All right!

(Cal clapping)

(upbeat rock music continues)

- Kid all right? - Yeah.

They didn't tell me Mike or Marion were coming too.

- Yeah, and were always so high,

I feel like they're not really here anyway.

(upbeat rock music continues)

What, what I said before, I'm sorry.

(bright rock music) (shower spraying)

(Vicki moaning)

(shower spraying)

(both moaning)

(shower spraying)

(bright rock music continues)

- Mm.

Uh.

(Vicki grunting)

(furniture banging) (dishes clattering)

(bright rock music continues)

(speaker clattering) (poker tapping)

(poker whacking) (Cal groaning)

(bright rock music continues)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps tapping)

(upbeat rock music)

(door slamming)

(footsteps tapping)

(dog barking)

- Robert, please leave.

(engine humming)

(Vicki gasping) (car door clicking)

(engine humming)

(crickets chirping)

(car door clicking)

- Help me. Help me, please. (groans)

- I don't know what the hell's going on here,

but you just jump back in your car and leave her alone.

(gun cocking)

It's loaded, it's cocked,

and I'm nervous enough to blast you

if you move another inch.

Now back off and split!

(tense orchestral music)

(crickets chirping)

(door clicking)

(engine rumbling)

(soft orchestral music)

(spoon scraping) (pot clacking)

(water bubbling)

(bottle tapping)

(bottle clinking)

(water bubbling)

Hi. - Hi.

- Well, do you know where you are? Who I am?

- No.

- Do you remember falling in the street?

The, the guy chasing you?

- Oh, yeah.

- There's no reason to be frightened here.

I'm Lorraine. What's your name?

- Vicki.

- This young bully-type character

looked like he was out to kill you,

so I pointed my gun at the punk and he bugged off.

I brought you here. You fell asleep, and here we are.

- Are you a police woman?

- No, just a private citizen.

- How old are you? - (chuckles) The truth?

All right. I'll be 30 in three months.

How old are you?

- I'll be 19 in two months.

- Ah. Do you live with your parents?

- Yes, but I don't wanna go back there.

- Easy now. You don't have to go back.

- (sighs) I don't have any money to do anything else.

- Well do you have a job?

- I'm a babysitter. Doesn't pay very good.

- Well, you could stay here for a while if you like.

I'm out quite a bit, but, um,

I think you'll find everything you need.

New color TV and a refrigerator filled

with all sorts of good things to eat.

(Vicki inhales and exhales)

- Everything you have is so nice, so comfortable.

Even the couch. It's really nice.

- A good friend gave me this couch.

Look, Vicki, you don't have to decide now,

but, uh, go freshen up, and I'm going to fix us

the finest French dinner you ever saw,

boeuf a la bourguignonne. (chuckles)

My friends are always taking me to fancy restaurants,

but there's nothing as good as good home cooking.

How about it?

- Okay. - Okay.

(soft guitar music)

(fire crackling)

Oh, I'm stuffed. (chuckles)

It feels wonderful.

Ah.

(glass tapping) (cap twisting)

(bottle clinking) (whiskey trickling)

(bottle tapping)

(Lorraine sighing) (glass tapping)

That's the only way to drink Irish whiskey.

(Lorraine sighing)

(Vicki exhaling)

Vicki, you never put cream in espresso.

- I always put cream in my coffee.

- With espresso, you use a twist of lemon.

(pot clinking)

(Lorraine exhaling)

Mm. The fire feels so good on my feet.

Did you ever see, "My Fair Lady"?

- No.

- Well, there's this character, Liza Doolittle.

She knows the secrets of a happy life.

Warm hands, warm feet, and a cozy little room,

far away from the cold night air.

- You have so much more than that.

All your friends, your job.

- [Lorraine] I don't complain.

It gives me money and it's money that counts.

- What is your job?

- I'm, um, an executive liaison.

Ah, a go-between.

Amazing the power of a crisp new $10 bill.

(creamer clacking) (Vicki crying)

Vicki, what is it?

- I'm, I'm sorry I broke your creamer.

- Oh, poor baby. Don't worry about the creamer.

What is it? (Vicki crying)

- It's just that all night through dinner,

and after dinner, you were talking about food,

and then after, you were talking about money,

and, and things, and (sniffs) I'm just nervous.

I'm all mixed, I'm sorry! - Oh, Vicki.

Oh, it's all my fault.

(Vicki sobbing) I should have known better.

All those things I said before, I get mixed up too.

Forgive me.

I'm going to take care of you.

(Vicki sniffing)

All right?

- [Vicki] All right.

- Would you like me to take care of you?

- Yes.

(both chuckling)

(sniffs) Must be nice having so many wonderful friends.

(knock on door) (Vicki sniffing)

- Now who the hell could that be?

(Vicki sniffs and exhales)

(knock on door)

(door clicks and creaks)

You didn't call.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I, I was driving right by your front door.

If you're busy, I understand.

- You're not getting off that easy.

You get in here.

(door creaks and slams)

John, this is my friend Vicki.

- Hello, Vicki. - Hi.

- John is one of my most very special friends,

if you know what I mean. - I know what you mean.

- (chuckles) There are only three or four people

in the whole world I'd let inside that door.

Did you just get into town, John?

- Yes. - I'm sure you'd like

to freshen up.

Use the bath. I'll be right in.

- All right. (Lorraine chuckling)

(footsteps tapping)

(eerie orchestral music)

(dog barks and howls)

Do you want me? Do you want to touch me?

My hips. My small waist.

My tits.

My mouth.

My eyes.

I wait for you. When you don't call, I go wild.

Ooh.

(eerie orchestral music continues)

(fire crackling)

You're the best with me or any woman.

Oh, I wanna touch you.

(sniffs) Smell your skin.

I wanna bite you.

Eat you. Oh!

Caress you with my nails.

I wanna be your slave always. (John moaning)

I'll be dirt for you!

(Lorraine moaning)

(Lorraine and John groaning)

Vicki. Vicki, darling.

(Vicki exhaling)

- Yeah. What is it?

- I got an emergency business call.

Here, take this. (cash crinkling)

Have a nice day.

Oh, John is still sleeping in the bedroom. See you later.

- This is a hundred dollars.

- So? Buy yourself something.

- Ah. - The place is yours.

(kisses) Gotta go.

Borrow my car, if you like. The black Lincoln.

The keys are in the bedroom.

Help yourself to some clothes too. Bye.

- Hello. - Hi.

(car doors thudding) (engine rumbling)

(engine humming)

(crickets chirping)

(soft dramatic music)

(John snoring)

(John exhaling)

(keys jangling)

(traffic whirring)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(engine sputtering)

(horns honking)

(door clicks and bangs)

(traffic whirring)

(horns honking)

(soft orchestral music)

(dish clattering)

- May I help you? - Yes, how much is this set?

- That $40. - 40?

$40?

I've seen sets like that in the five-and-10 for $1.98.

- I'm sure you have, but they're not quite the same

as this particular set.

- Well, maybe the name on the back might be different,

but they still hold cream and sugar.

(dish clattering)

How much is this?

- Uh, $25.

- What's the cheapest set you've got?

- That's it. $25.

It's on special this week only.

- All right. I'll take it.

- Fine. That's 26.50.

- You said 25.

- Tax is $1.50.

- When you sell something like that for $25,

it should at least include the tax.

Very well. Wrap it.

I'm certainly not gonna stand here and quibble

over a silly dollar and a half.

(bright orchestral music)

(dishes clattering)

(traffic whirring)

(door clicks and creaks)

(gentle orchestral music) (customers chattering)

(dishes clacking)

(chair scraping)

- Excuse me. How are you?

- Fine.

(utensil clinking)

Have a good meal. - Mm.

- Uh, may I place madam's package on the seat?

- Uh, thank you.

(bag crinkles and taps)

(menu rustling)

(customers chattering)

Yes, um, I'll have Irish whiskey with a board of cheese.

- Fine.

- Excuse me. You ordered Irish whiskey?

- Yeah.

- Uh, may I see some identification, please?

We have strict rules about serving alcohol to minors.

- "Minors?" Uh, I'm 22 years old.

And my father brought me up on Irish whiskey.

- Well, I only work here, ma'am.

I don't, I don't make the rules.

- Well, if you only work here

then this should identify me well enough.

- I am sorry for the inconvenience.

(customers chattering)

- Excuse me. - Oh.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

(customers chattering)

(glass tapping)

(Vicki gasping and groaning)

(dishes smashing)

(customers chattering)

(water splashing)

- What is this?

(feet shuffling)

- Miss. Sir.

(engine humming)

(engine sputtering)

(door clicking)

(birds chirping)

(waste squishing) (bright orchestral music)

- (scoffs) Goddamn dogs!

(match striking) - Ah, no, I'm right here.

- [Vicki] You mean you're staying here too with Lorraine?

- Well, only till I finish breakfast.

(clothes rustling)

- [Vicki] What are you having?

- Rotten instant coffee.

- [Vicki] Let me make you some eggs.

- I'd love it.

(gentle orchestral music)

(door clicks and creaks)

- Well, how do you like them?

- They're beautiful.

- [Vicki] I mean, uh, do you want them up or over easy?

- Oh, the eggs. Uh, one egg, uh, up, straight up.

- Okay.

(fork scraping)

- How is it? - Mm, good.

- Hmm.

(John sniffing)

- Do you know where Lorraine went?

- New York City.

- New York? - Mm-hmm.

- But this is California.

- Fella has a private jet.

- Oh, another one of Lorraine's friends.

- Yes.

- What's an executive liaison?

- Um, oh, a representative of sorts. Why?

- Um, Lorraine's an executive liaison.

- Hey, that's very good.

- Well she is and she's teaching me to be just like her.

- You have a beautiful figure, Vicki.

- Thank you.

- A fresh and youthful quality.

Wouldn't it be more comfortable on the couch?

- All right.

(John sniffing)

(mug tapping)

Why don't you bring your coffee?

- The egg was all I really needed.

(couch creaking)

I'd really like to see a girl like you on a regular basis.

I could, uh, grade you on Lorraine's lessons.

- But I thought you were Lorraine's friend.

- I wanna be yours.

- If Lorraine is in New York,

then she won't be back till late tonight.

Maybe not even until tomorrow.

- That's right.

- Boy, you, uh, you high-class hookers

sure get into the big money sometimes.

Me? I'm just, uh, a middle class guy.

Not like the fellow with the jet.

Let's, uh, go into the bedroom.

- "Hooker? Hooker?"

I'm not a hooker. I never was a hooker.

I never will be a hooker. I'm just a friend of Lorraine's.

A babysitter. I'm only 17.

My friends call me Jailbait.

- "Jailbait?" - 17, honest.

(sighs) Look, I thought you wanted to make love to me

like a man to a woman, that's okay,

but a man to a hooker, that's not okay.

- I, I suddenly remember,

I have a very important appointment.

- Look, I've got nothing against you.

- But I can't understand

how this appointment slipped my mind.

- I know your position and everything is cool.

I mean, you might think this is all a set up

for blackmail or something like trapping you

in a statutory rape case.

I want you to know, I like you.

I even liked you putting your hand on my breast.

- My, my hand wasn't on your breast.

- [Vicki] Oh, right. It wasn't on my breast.

- It wasn't anywhere near your breast. Remember that.

- I'll remember. - I'll deny everything.

(footsteps tapping)

(door slamming)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(sponge scratching) (water trickling)

(Vicki sighing)

- What are you doing?

- I'm scrubbing my shoe with detergent.

- Why?

(shoe tapping)

- I bought you a new cream and sugar set,

and accidentally broke it,

'cause I had lunch in a nice restaurant,

knocked down a waiter, spilling food all over myself

and a bunch of other people,

'cause I nearly choked to death

trying to prove that I could drink Irish whiskey like you.

And 'cause John thought that you were training me

to be a hooker like yourself

and tried to grade me from one to 10.

And 'cause I stepped in dog shit.

And that's why I'm rubbing my shoe.

(sponge scratching)

(shoe clattering)

- You've had a bad day.

(both laughing)

(gentle guitar music)

- [Vicki] Oh. (laughs)

(Vicki inhales and exhales)

- Yes, I'm a hooker.

That's okay?

- (sighs) Yeah, it's okay.

(both chuckling)

(gentle orchestral music)

- No way would I train you to be a hooker, hmm,

but I can show you how to watch out for dog shit.

(both laughing)

(soft dramatic music)

(bright jazz music) (engine humming)

(doors clicking)

(customers chattering)

(gentle piano music)

- Uh, would you ladies like a drink before lunch?

- Irish whiskey with water chaser.

- Right. (Lorraine chuckling)

How about you, Vicki?

- Uh, I'll have the same.

(customers chattering)

(glasses tapping)

(glasses tapping)

(glasses tapping)

(balls thudding)

(glass tapping) - Vicki!

Vicki, we've all been looking for you.

Vicki!

Vicki, it's me, Robert!

(hand knocking) Vicki!

(customers chattering)

- Would you excuse me?

(gentle piano music continues)

(balls thudding) (group chattering)

(bright guitar music)

- Look at you. What have you done to yourself?

- I found new friends, adults.

People who know how to live.

- How's that?

- Without stupid, childish obligations.

- I thought we loved each other.

And what about your parents?

- I called my parents.

I told 'em I got a job and an apartment of my own.

- What'd they say?

- They hated the idea,

but as long as they know I'm all right,

they'll get used to it.

- What about me?

- You'll have to get used to it too.

And you better not tell anybody I was here.

What are you doing here anyway?

- I'm a ball boy.

- What's that?

- That job I told you about. This is it.

Picked up that new van I told you about.

- My roommate Lorraine has a beautiful Lincoln.

- Vicki, we're going to play mixed doubles.

This is Jerry and Peter, old friends.

I have plenty of outfits in my locker that will fit you.

- Hi, wonderful. - Hi.

Boy, bring us some new balls and towels to a court, will ya?

(cash crinkling)

All right, girls. We'll see you there in 10 minutes.

(balls thudding)

(door banging)

(dog barking)

- This is Robert. I knew him back in high school.

- Well, hello, Robert.

Come on, Vicki. It's not polite to keep them waiting.

The dressing rooms are this way.

- "Back in high school?"

You're not even a senior yet.

- You be quiet about everything.

- Those guys are probably 50 years old.

If they knew you were Jailbait, they'd shit themselves.

- You can stop saying vulgar words in my presence.

And we'll see who's Jailbait, ball boy.

- All right! (group chattering)

- [Player] We lose.

(balls thudding)

(soft orchestral music)

- Ah! (rackets clattering)

Thanks. (exhales)

- You know, um, Jerry likes your young friend.

How old is she?

- 21, I think. - Mm.

- [Lorraine] It's just she's not in my business at all.

- Oh. You know, Jerry could mean some fat contracts for me.

I need someone to keep him happy.

You want the job? Hmm?

- So generous, how could I refuse?

(Peter chuckling)

Looks like I'll have to, uh, get him away from Vicki first.

- Well, that shouldn't be hard for an expert like you.

(both chuckling)

- I guess I should say thanks.

- Now, don't, don't rush it.

You know, let Jerry have his little fun with her first.

Huh? (chuckles) (balls thudding)

(bright guitar music)

(group chattering)

(birds chirping)

(soft piano music) (customers chattering)

- That's good wine.

(soft dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

(keys jangling)

(lock clicking) (keys jangling)

(door clicking)

(tires screeching)

(door banging)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(doors clicking)

- Wowie!

- All right. - How come you're keeping

this big surprise to yourself, Robbie, boy?

- [Robert] I just picked it up yesterday.

- Yeah, we all heard you had it.

- Me and Marion rushed out.

- Ooh, pretty man. - Woo!

- Open it up. Open it up.

Come on.

(Robert sighing)

(hands clapping) - Let's go, Robert.

- Hello.

(doors clicking)

Wow. - Ooh.

- Wow.

(group chuckling)

(Cal whistling)

Look at that.

Wow.

Bad. Mm.

- All right. Oh.

Ooh. Ooh, this is great.

(Cal laughing) - Isn't this great?

- (inhales) Ooh.

- Oh, I could really get off on this baby.

- Oh, me too.

(group laughing) - Climb in, Robbie.

Lock the doors. - What for?

- What the hell do you think for?

There's two of them and two of us, ain't there?

- Hey, forget it.

- Oh, Robbie, will you get in? These chicks are turned on.

- No, everybody get out.

- "Everybody out?" I'll trade with you for an hour or so.

The keys are in it. - Hey, look, Cal,

this van is for me and Vicki.

- (sighs) Vicki, man, there ain't no more Vicki.

Vicki done gone away. Remember?

- And I am right here, stud. (group laughing)

- I said, get out! - Hey!

(body slamming) (Cal groaning)

(tense orchestral music) (doors thudding)

(hands slapping)

(fists whacking) (both groaning)

(body slamming)

(belt jangling)

(foot thudding) (fist whacking)

(Robert groaning)

(body slamming)

Depants him. (sniffs)

(belt jangling)

(pants rustling)

(belt whacking) (Robert groaning)

(tense orchestral music)

Huh. (sniffs) Let's go.

Just let the cool night breeze blow on it, Robbie.

It'll feel better in no time.

- Blow Trish and I a kiss and call you, Robbie, baby.

- No, he's saving himself for Vicki.

- We'll see you around, Robbie. Don't be a sore ass.

(doors banging)

(engine rumbling)

(Robert groaning)

(bright orchestral music)

- Good night.

(doors banging)

(engine rumbling)

(engine humming)

(tense guitar music)

(engine humming)

(engine humming)

- This might seem silly, Vicki,

but I do it every morning and night.

Don't want my biceps to get flabby. (grunts)

- What kind of job do you have?

- "Job?" Ha.

I sell yachts.

- You mean those big, beautiful boats?

- Fleets of 'em. - Wow.

That's wonderful. - Mm.

Yeah, I was a lieutenant JG in the Korean War.

- What branch of service? - Coast Guard.

- Uh. (weights clanking)

- What's JG mean?

- (chuckles) Does it really matter?

- No, I just wanted to get to know you better.

- Junior grade. - Oh, JG, junior grade.

- Yeah. Uh!

Yeah, (grunts) I was in charge of the quartermasters,

navigating some pretty rough waters.

Oh! - What "waters" were they?

- Oh, Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard, places like that.

- But that's Massachusetts and Connecticut.

(Jerry grunting) (weights clanking)

- I never said it wasn't, but, ah,

uh, the, ah, the currents and the undertows there

are just as hazardous

as they are around Korea or Japan or Germany.

(weights clanking) Ah!

(hands clapping)

(footsteps tapping)

(crickets chirping)

(soft orchestral music)

(ladder clattering)

Mm.

(water splashing)

(glasses clinking)

- Thanks.

What, what's wrong?

- Oh, I'm just thinking about the war.

(soft dramatic music)

(sighs) I wanted to be in there

where the fighting was, Vicki.

I'm always getting left out, dammit.

Vicki, I'm the type of guy

who wants to be in there where the action is.

Even now in, in my most vital, mature years,

I've got the spirit of a 23-year-old.

That's why you knocked me over this afternoon.

You've got that spirit too.

(exhales) But with you, the youth part is genuine.

- You're in better shape than most guys my age.

And you've got something they'll never have.

- What's that?

- Wisdom.

- Well, um, you know what this wise old man wants?

To make love to you tonight.

Will you, Vicki?

- Yes.

I'll go prepare myself.

(soft dramatic music continues)

(gentle orchestral music)

(bed creaking)

And, uh, thank you.

- Why?

- For not asking if I had a, a wife.

I do, you know.

She's been in Europe for five months,

spending my money, running around with young lovers.

- All sounds so complicated.

- Hmm, well, when you're worldly,

things like, like money, lovers in, in Europe,

well, they're, um, they're just like everyday.

(Vicki chuckling)

Why you're, you're cold.

They're like ice.

And your hands. (exhales)

(hands rubbing) Rub them all up for you.

This, put that one down there.

And this one. Mm. (kisses)

Oh, your cold little feet.

Your hands, your hands.

Oh, really. (kisses)

And kiss 'em like this.

Mm. Like this.

Get you all warm?

You like it? - Yes.

- Yes, my darling, Vicki.

- Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes, I want to.

Yes.

- (breathes heavily) All right.

(Vicki moaning) Sit up, Vicki.

Come on. Easy, Vicki.

Your, your legs are like steel beams.

- (moans) I'll be all right.

Just keep going and I'll be all right.

- Loosen up, Vicki. (Vicki moaning)

Come on. Come on.

- I'm trying.

I know I'll relax and it'll be wonderful.

Just keep working.

(both moaning)

- Vicki, I, I can't stand this anymore.

- Oh, you've been in rough waters before. You can do it.

Just stay in there.

(both moaning)

- Oh, my, my heart is, is pounding so fast.

- It'll be like paradise for us.

(Jerry breathing heavily)

- I, I, I gotta quit, Vicki.

- Oh, no, Jerry, please. Don't get off the ship now.

- Vicki. (gasping)

I need a paper bag.

I need to breathe into a brown paper bag.

(Jerry coughs and wheezes) - What,

what's your doctor's, um, telephone number?

What's his name?

- [Jerry] Guido Chinelli.

- Chine, Chinelli. - Guido!

- Guido, Guido Chinelli. Here it is.

"Dr. Guido Chinelli." (receiver clacking)

6-5... (dial pad clicking)

(Jerry groaning)

Hello, doctor? Dr. Guido Chinelli?

Um, ah, Jerry's having a heart attack.

You know, Jerry?

(sighs) Old Jerry from the tennis club.

Wait, wait a minute. What's your last name?

- Myerson! (groans)

- Myerson. Right.

He, he's to breathe into a paper bag.

Right.

- Uh, cleaning lady.

Paper bags, where the hell does she keep 'em?

Oh. Here we go.

(Jerry panting)

(bag crinkling)

(Jerry breathing heavily)

- It's all right. He, he's coming right over.

The, the doctor will be right here.

There you go. There now.

Only minutes away.

(Jerry breathing heavily) (bag crinkling)

There now.

Mm.

(towel rustling)

(water dripping)

(Jerry breathing uneasily)

There, there.

You're okay. Yes.

There. Vicki's right here.

Vicki's right here. Huh?

(engine humming)

(crickets chirping)

(siren wailing)

- He just got a little too excited.

A light medication, a little rest, it'll be all right.

Yeah, well, I think it'd be a lot healthier for all of us

if you hung out with some kids your own age.

(soft dramatic music) - (chuckles) I will.

Gee, I really feel awful about all this.

- It's all 'cause you wouldn't let that guy get to you.

I feel great about it.

- I couldn't let him.

- That's great.

- (chuckles) It's really beautiful, Robert.

You were just sitting out here?

- I would've sat all night.

- (sighs) Boy, did I make a mistake.

- In what way?

- When I called you a ball boy.

(soft rock music)

(gentle orchestral music)

(Vicki moaning)

I don't wanna take your clothes.

- I gave them to you, didn't I? So you'll take them.

- How much money would you have made on Jerry?

- (chuckles) Forget it.

- It's important to me. Please.

- (sighs) At least 500.

- $500?

- Wow, I gotta work a month and a half for that.

- Well, that means you have a lot of money in the bank.

- Will you stop it about money?

- But you can afford to get out of this life

and go back to college and get a degree.

Become a teacher. - Vicki, how old

did you tell me you were?

- Um, I forgot what I told you.

- You said 18.

- I'm 17.

- I'm going to stay what I am, Vicki.

- [Vicki] Mm.

- Mm.

(sighs) Don't forget to write, Robert. (chuckles)

And if I should ignore you completely

around the tennis club, you'll understand.

- Oh, sure.

And your line of work will always be a secret with me.

- (chuckles) That's a good boy.

(Lorraine sighing)

If she ever needs any help, you call me.

(Lorraine sighing)

(engine humming)

- (sighs) It feels so good with you, Robert.

- (inhales) I'm the happiest man alive.

- I'm going to stay home tonight with my parents,

have a nice long talk.

Tell them how much I love you.

- Good idea.

Yeah, but tomorrow's my night off.

There's a big Halloween party.

(inhales) We got a lot to celebrate.

(upbeat rock music)

(crowd chattering)

- Welcome! Come now, right there.

Come, dance with everybody.

Enjoy tonight.

(upbeat rock music continues)

(crowd chattering)

- Don't be frightened.

Welcome home.

See this? It isn't makeup.

It's only four little stitches where you hit me

with the poker, but it'll be all better soon.

So all's forgiven. Hope you feel the same way.

Do you?

- Yeah.

- Good.

(upbeat rock music continues)

(crowd chattering)

Let's, um, find our way through the crowd

and I'll get you back to Robert.

- Hey, wait, wait. Look who I found.

- We've been worried sick about you.

Are you back for good now? - Yeah.

- Uh, where's Robert?

- He went to the old haunted house looking for Vicki.

- What haunted house?

- The old Cooper place. - Oh, yes.

A private party. Land of walking dead.

Come on. And also pay the champagne.

Go, go. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

(upbeat rock music continues)

(engines rumbling) (tense orchestral music)

(crickets chirping) (smoke hissing)

(wolf howling)

(upbeat rock music) - Hey, you seen Vicki?

- Vicki? You're crazy.

She disappeared about a week ago, man.

- No, she's back. I can't find her

- Some rotten damn trick she pulled on you.

Why don't you just forget about her?

Hey, I know about something happening down

at Cooper's old haunted house.

Go get some.

- Get it.

(crowd chattering)

(mellow rock music) (crickets chirping)

(crowd chattering)

- Robert's not here.

- He will be here soon, darling.

You just got party.

(upbeat rock music)

- Bobby, who you calling? - Friend's house.

Friend of Vicki's. (phone ringing)

- Hmm.

(receiver clacking)

(upbeat rock music) - Hello, hello?

(sighs) Disconnected. (receiver clacking)

- Forget Vicki, I tell you. Listen to me.

Cal has it all set up.

We're gonna make it with Gene Harlow tonight

at Cooper's Haunted House.

- What are you talking about?

- Cal, Trisha, Marion. They're all spreading the word.

A chick dressed like Gene Harlow is a nympho,

and she's gonna put out for all of us.

Let's drive over to Cooper's and get some.

- Oh, goddammit!

(mellow rock music) (group chattering)

(engine rumbling)

- If you don't wanna get hurt real bad, just hold till,

and get what you've always wanted.

Cal's always been hot for your body, so he gets you first.

- Uh! (body slamming)

(upbeat rock music)

(cape rustling)

(belt jangling)

- What's with the belt? What, what's with the belt?

Hey, chicken. What's this?

(cape rustling)

(fist whacking) Hit him again!

Come on! Get him on the ground!

Come on, hit him! Come on!

Hit him! Hit him!

Hit him! Hit him!

Get him! Get him!

Come on! Come on!

Hit him! Come on, yeah, yeah!

Yo, get up! - Get up, man.

- Come on! Come on!

- Come on, come on! - Let's go, get up!

Get up off there.

Come on!

All right, all right! Get in stance!

Get him again! - Kick him!

- [Speaker] Kick him where it counts.

(tense orchestral music)

(sand pattering) Come on.

Let him up.

- Rob, look out!

- Holy shit, look out! (sword whooshes and whacks)

(tense orchestral music continues)

Robbie, get him, Robbie!

(body slamming)

Hey, hey. Come on.

(both grunting) Cal, get off him.

Cal, come on.

(fence rattling)

(Robert groaning)

(Cal breathing heavily)

God.

- Uh! - All right.

(Cal cough and groans) (group chattering)

(tense orchestral music)

(Cal groaning) (fist whacking)

- Tear him apart! - Come on, hit him hard!

- All right, yeah! - Come on, hit him!

(fist whacking) (Cal groaning)

(body thudding) - I had it!

I had it enough. Enough, I had it.

(footsteps pattering) (Vicki sighing)

(crickets chirping)

- Well, you're not gonna let him get away with it. Are you?

- Get off my ass! (Trisha sighing)

(Robert groaning)

- Ah. (sighs) Uh-huh.

(both chuckling)

Yeah. (laughs) (Vicki chuckling)

Mm. (soft rock music)

- You did good, Robert.

- So did you. (both chuckling)

Uh, look, let's get the hell away from this place.

All right?

- The sun will be coming up soon.

Why don't we go somewhere? We can watch it alone.

(Robert chuckling)

- Mm! (breathes uneasily)

- [Vicki] What's the matter?

- It's, uh, it's just an old battle wound.

I'll, I'll be all right. (inhales) Mm.

- Maybe I should drive.

- Yeah, maybe you better.

(train bell dinging)

(Robert groaning)

Hey, wait, wait a minute. (train clattering)

When did you ever learn how to drive?

- Lorraine let me borrow her car.

I went all over. Trust me, Robert.

- All right.

(ignition clicking) (engine rumbling)

(engine humming)

(shift clicking) (train horn blaring)

(engine sputtering) (Robert sighing)

(engine humming)

(crickets chirping) (gentle orchestral music)

(traffic whirring)

(birds chirping)