Huh? Good-bye.

Miss Porter, believe me,

if I could go on my own, I would.

I just can't have you here two weeks.

Look, if a hiker passes by, if Mr. Lewis passes by, even an eagle,

please hitch a ride and go with them.

Do you think I like it here, for christ's sake?

I got no liquor, nine cigarettes and a grease monkey for company.

I want to stay here only marginally more than I want to die trying to escape.

You laughing in there or crying?

i, m crying.

- I suppose two weeks isn't that long. - Oh, no?

What?

Thank you. Thank you.

On one condition. No story.

Not one word.

Aloof, self-satisfied, self-sufficient,

surprisingly attractive.

could use some makeup.

christ, my mind is going. I sound like Rona Barrett.

It's so quiet up here, you could hear a mouse get a hard-on.

A touch arrogant, maybe frigid.

It might explain things. When she goes out-

Mr. souchak, would you-

Sorry. Did I startle you? No, no, it's not you.

It's, uh- It's the cigarettes.

They kind of make me jumpy. Oh.

I'm on strict rations. I'm gonna take a shower now.

Good. Good. That's always nice.

Ah, sorry. How's this?

Right. Why don't I just slide outside?

Maybe you can have a cigarette while you're out. Then you'll be down to seven.

- Ha, ha, ha. What time we leavin' in the morning? - We?

I thought we had an agreement.

I just want to see what you do, that's all.

It's not easy up there, you know. i, II manage.

I had a cousin in the Boy Scouts.