>>77488125Amused at himself, Mr. Devaney has walked close to Martha -- putting his hand on the
doorframe, between her and her
front door. Clark watches nervously through the glass.
MR. DEVANEY
(CONT’D)
I have an idea, you wanna hear it?
MARTHA
I need to put my son to bed--
MR. DEVANEY
The boy can do that himself-
- we could do each other a
favor: we could say this
month’s “rent free,” how’s
that?
MARTHA
-- Mr. Devaney--(forceful)
-- I’d rather pay double.
MR. DEVANEY
(grabs her arm)
-- I see how you look at me --
Clark’s scared --
MARTHA
Let go of my arm--!
