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MARION(cont'd)
What do you know?
(she takes a drink) I’m the one that was left in a bad way. He didn’t have a penny. Guess how I lived, Mister Jones. I worked here. And I wasn’t the bartender. (another swallow) Finally the guy that owned the joint went crazy. Snow crazy. They took him away screaming. As they dragged him out, he said the place was all mine for life.
She looks around the saloon.
MARION Can you imagine a more evil curse? (pause) So far, it’s working. INDY Why not leave? Go back to the States. MARION I’ll go back. I’ll get there. Not that there’s a soul there who knows my name of cares. But I’ll go. And when I do, they’ll know me. ‘Cause I’m going to go back in style. With money. A soddamn lady!
INDY Where you gonna get it?
MARION If I knew that, you think I’d still be running this dive?
Indy looks at her, thinking. Under his gaze, she blushes, for reasons only she understands. She looks into her glass and, for a moment, she softens.
MARION I’ll tell you something, Indy. I’ve learned to hate you in the last ten years. But somehow, no matter how much I hated you, I always knew that someday you’d come through that door. I never doubted that. Something made it inevitable. (hopefully) Why are you here... now... tonight?
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