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and Completely, perhaps even frantically, searched for.

When the lights go up, Pete is standing in the open closet door, holding a

final garment, a negligee, in his hands. He is about 25. He does not look

like a criminal. That is, he is not a standardised recognisable criminal or

gangster type, quite. He looks almost like the general conception of a

college man, or a successful young automobile or appliance salesman. His

clothes are ordinary, neither flashy nor sharp, simply what everybody

wears. But there is a definite 'untamed' air to him. He is handsome,

attractive to women, not at all unpredictable because you-or they-know

exactly what he will do, you just hope he wont do it this time. He has a

hard, ruthless quality, not immoral but unmoral.

He wears a light-weight summer suit, his hat is shoved onto the back of his

head so that, engaged as he is at present, he looks exactly like a youthful

city detective in a tough moving picture. He is searching the flimsy

negligee, quickly and without gentleness, drops it and turns, finds his

feet entangled in the other garments on the floor and without pausing,

kicks himself free and crosses to the desk and stands looking down at the

litter on it which he has already searched thoroughly and savagely once,

with a sort of bleak and contemptuous disgust.

Temple enters, left. She wears a dark suit for traveling beneath a

lightweight open coat, is hatless, carries the fur coat which we have seen,

and a child's robe or blanket over the same arm, and a filled milk bottle

in the other hand. She pauses long enough to glance at the littered room.

Then she comes on in and approaches the table. Pete turns his head; except

for that, be doesn't move.

PETE

Well?

TEMPLE

No. The people where she lives say they haven't seen her since she left

to come to work this morning.

PETE

I could have told you that.

(he glances at his wrist watch)

We've still got time. Where does she live?

TEMPLE

(at the table)

And then what? hold a lighted cigarette against the sole of her foot?

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PETE

It's fifty dollars, even if you are accustomed yourself to thinking

in hundreds. Besides the jewelry. What do you suggest then? call

the cops?

TEMPLE

No. You wont have to run. I'm giving you an out.

PETE

An out?

TEMPLE

No dough, no snatch. Isn't that how you would say it?

PETE

Maybe I dont get you.

TEMPLE

You can quit now. Clear out. Leave. Get out from under. Save

yourself. Then all you'll have to do is, wait till my husband gets

back, and start over.

PETE

Maybe I still dont get you.

TEMPLE

You've still got the letters, haven't you?

PETE

Oh, the letters.

He reaches inside his coat, takes out the packet of letters and tosses

it onto the table.

Thcre you are.

TEMPLE

I told you two days ago I didn't want them.

PETE

Sure. That was two days ago.

They watch each other a moment. Then Temple dumps the fur coat and the

robe from her arm, onto the table, sets the bottle carefully on the

table, takes up the packet of letters and extends her other hand to

Pete.

TEMPLE

Give me your lighter.

Pete produces the lighter from his pocket and hands it to her. That is,

he extends it, not moving otherwise, so that she has

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to take a step or two toward him to reach and take it. Then she turns and

crosses to the hearth, snaps the lighter on. It misses fire two or three

times, then lights. Pete has not moved, watching her. She stands

motionless a moment, the packet of letters in one hand, the burning

lighter in the other. Then she turns her head and looks back at him. For

another moment they watch each other.

PETE

Go ahead. Bum them. The other time I gave them to you, you turned them

down so you could always change your mind and back out. Burn them.

They watch each other for another moment. Then she turns her head and

stands now, her face averted, the lighter still burning. Pete watches her

for another moment.

Then put that junk down and come here.

She snaps out the lighter, turns, crosses to the table, putting the packet

of letters and the lighter on the table as she passes it, and goes on to

where Pete has not moved. At this moment, Nancy appears at the door, left.

Neither of them sees her. Pete puts his arms around Temple.

I offered you an out too.

(he draws her closer) Baby.

TEMPLE

Dont call me that.

PETE

(tightens his arms, caressing and savage too) Red did. I'm as good a

man as he was. Aint I?

They kiss. Nancy moves quietly through the door and stops just inside the

room, watching them. She now wears the standardised department-store

maidservant's uniform, but without cap and apron, beneath a lightweight

open topcoat; on her head is a battered almost shapeless felt hat which

must have once belonged to a man. Pete breaks the kiss.

Come on. Let's get out of here. I've even got moral or something. I

dont even want to put my hands on you in his house-

He sees Nancy across Temple's shoulder, and reacts. Temple reacts to him,

turns quickly and sees Nancy too. Nancy comes on into the room.

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TEMPLE

(to Nancy)

What are you doing here?

NANCY

I brought my foot. So he can hold that cigarette against it.

TEMPLE

So you're not just a thief: you're a spy too.

PETE

Maybe she's not a thief either. Maybe she brought it back.

(they watch Nancy, who doesn't

answer)

Or maybe she didn't. Maybe we had better use that cigarette.

(to Nancy)

How about it? Is that what you came back for, sure enough?

TEMPLE

(to Pete)

Hush. Take the bags and go on to the car.

PETE

(to Temple but watching Nancy) I'll wait for you. There

may be a little something I can do here, after all.

TEMPLE

Go on, I tell you! Let's for God's sake get away from here. Go on.

Pete watches Nancy for a moment longer, who stands facing them but not

looking at anything, motionless, almost bemused, her face sad, brooding

and inscrutable. Then Pete turns, goes to the table, picks up the lighter,

seems about to pass on, then pauses again and with almost infinitesimal

hesitation takes up the packet of letters, puts it back inside his coat,

takes up the two packed bags and crosses to the french window, passing

Nancy, who is still looking at nothing and no one.

PETE