I care for that kind of talk,
even supposing you're right.
Which I am. I could have kicked him out fifty times.
The last, when two taxi drivers dumped him
into the entrance hall out cold on the floor.
With all my tennants going in and out
and children leaving for school.
- Please, please.
- Well, I didn't put him out.
Not as long as his brother could pay the rent.
You couldn't help liking him anyway.
He's was so good looking. He had such nice manners.
He always had a little joke.
Stop talking about him as if he were dead.
Best thing for you if he was.
I want a quart of rye. Quick.
- Care if I take off my coat first?
- No.
No cracks, no questions. Just a quart of rye.
Be two fifteen.
Come on. I need that liquor, I want it,
I'm going to get it, understand.
I'm going to walk out of here with that quart of rye,
one way or another.
Miss St. James?..
He's back. He's upstairs, this is Mrs. Deveridge.
Yes, he's back. Up in the apartment.
I heard him yelling.
Don, open the door. Open it, please.
Don, won't you let me in? I know you're there.
Please, open the door.
Don, don't you hear me? I want to help you.
Don, I won't go away.
Do I have to go down and get the janitor
with the pass key to let me in?
Dave! Dave!
Yes, Mrs. Deveridge?
Come on up with the pass key. Come on, come on, come.
Thank you very much.
- You'd better let us come too. You can't go in there alone.
- I'll be all right, thank you.
Come Sophie. Let's go.
- Don, darling.
- Go away, Helen.
I'm here to help you, Don.
No, no.
Look at you.
You want to get up, Don. Put your arm on my shoulder.
You'll have a bath and I'll help you shave
and you'll eat and sleep,
and when Wick comes back everything will be all right.
No, Helen, don't look.
What's the matter, Don?
- That wall.
- What wall?
- The mouse and the bat.
- Mouse and the bat?
Yes, that hole in the wall right behind you.
- There's no hole in the wall, Don.
- Yes there is.
Don please, look for yourself. Come on.
Come on Don, please look.
You see?
Everything's gonna be all right.
I'll stay right with you.
It's little animals. It's always little animals.
That's what Bim said.
You're not making much sense Don.
You know what Nat said about the ending?
Like this.
Or like that.
Like this or like that.
Don! Don!
Where are you going, Don? Don.
All right, Don. Give me the pawn ticket.
- No scene, please.
- No scene. Just give me the pawn ticket.
Look, I don't want you to go in there and claim it now.
It would look queer.
You're ashamed of what the pawn broker will think,
is that it? It doesn't matter what I think.
Wick'll get you back your coat.
You couldn't have taken my bracelet or my pay check?
It had to be that coat?
You mean the one that brought us together?
Stop being sentimental.
Oh, I have Don, I assure you. It's finished. It's dead.
For three years they couldn't talk me out of you.
I was the only one that really understood you.
I knew there was a core of something...
well there is a core, and now I know what it is.
A sponge.
And to soak it full you'll do anything
that's ruthless, selfish, dishonest.
- I asked you not to make a scene.
- Then give me the ticket.
No, Helen, not now, please.
I don't want the money. You can get as drunk
as you like for all I care.
Thank you.
A gentleman was here a while ago.
How much did you give him for that coat?
- Why?
- Well, I want it back. It's my coat.
- It's your coat?
- He had my permission. How much did you give him?
He didn't want any money. He wanted to swap it.
Swap it? For what?
Oh, something he hocked here a long while back.
A gun.
A gun?
Now if you want that coat I can a...
As for the survivors, dear old Wick,
I'd recommend no flowers, and few good jokes.
Goodbye, Don.
What is it, Helen?
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Dave gave me the keys, I didn't think you were here.
What do you want here?
It's just that the rain is worse
and I couldn't get a taxi. I thought