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They have? Thank you, Max. Tell Mr. DeMille I will be on the set at once.
What is the scene? Where am I?
This is the staircase of the palace.
Oh, yes, yes. They're below, waiting for the Princess ... I'm ready.
All right. Camera! Action!
You do not deny having killed this man, Miss Desmond?
Did you intend to kill him? Just answer me that.
Was it a sudden quarrel? Had there been any trouble between you before?
If it was a quarrel, how come you had the gun right there?
This guy where did you meet him for the first time? Where did he come from? Who is he?
Did he have a wife? Did he had a girl friend? Did you know them?
Had he been trying to blackmail you?
Did the deceased ever threaten you? Were you in fear of bodily injury?
Did you hate him? Had you ever thought of doing something like this before?
Was theft involved? Did you catch him trying to steal something, or find he had stolen something?
Well, it's one way to get her down stairs.
Okay. And let's have the car right outside.
So you need three hundred dollars? Of course, I could give you three hundred dollars. Only I'm not going to.
No?
Gillis, get this through your head. I'm not just your agent. It's not the ten per cent. I'm your friend.
How's that about your being my friend?
Don't you know the finest things in the world have been written on an empty stomach? Once a talent like yours gets into that Mocambo Romanoff rut, you're through.
Forget Romanoff's. It's the car I'm talking about. If I lose my car it's like having my legs out off.
Greatest thing that could happen to you. Now you'll have to sit behind that typewriter. Now you'll have to write.
What do you think I've been doing? I need three hundred dollars.
Maybe what you need is another agent.
All right, Gillis. You've got five minutes. What's your story about?
It's about a ball player, a rookie shortstop that's batting 347. The poor kid was once mixed up in a hold up. But he's trying to go straight except there's a bunch of gamblers who won't let him.
So they tell the kid to throw the World Series, or else, huh?
More or less. Only for the end I've got a gimmick that's real good.
Got a title?
Bases Loaded. There's a 4Opage outline.
Get the Readers' Department and see what they have on Bases Loaded.
Oh, you're one of the message kids. Just a story won't do. You'd have turned down Gone With the Wind.
No, that was me. I said, Who wants to see a Civil War picture?
Well, seems like Zanuck's got himself a baseball picture.
Mr. Sheldrake, I don't want you to think I thought this was going to win any Academy Award.
Of course, we're always looking for a Betty Hutton. Do you see it as a Betty Hutton?
Frankly, no.
Now wait a minute. If we made it a girls' softball team, put in a few numbers. Might make a cute musical: It Happened in the Bull Pen the story of a Woman.
You trying to be funny? because I'm all out of laughs. I'm over a barrel and I need a job.
Sure, Gillis. If something should come along
Along is no good. I need it now.
Haven't got a thing.
Any kind of assignment. Additional Dialogue.
There's nothing, Gillis. Not even if you were a relative.
Look, Mr. Sheldrake, could you let me have three hundred bucks yourself, as a personal loan?
Could I? Gillis, last year some body talked me into buying a ranch in the valley. So I borrowed money from the bank so I could pay for the ranch. This year I had to mortgage the ranch so I could keep up my life insurance so I could borrow on the insurance so I could pay my income tax. Now if Dewey had been elected
Goodbye, Mr. Sheldrake.
Joseph C. Gillis?
That's right.
We've come for the car.
What car?
Relax, fans. The car isn't here.
Is that So?
I lent it to a friend of mine. He took it up to Palm Springs.
Had to get away for his health, I suppose.
You don't believe me? Look in the garage.
Sure we believe you, only now we want you to believe us. That car better be back here by noon tomorrow, or there's going to be fireworks.
You say the cutest things.
I just put my car in the garage. I had a blowout. I thought
Go on in.
Look, maybe I'd better take my car
Wipe your feet!
You are not dressed properly.
Dressed for what?
Suppose you listen just for a minute
Madame is waiting.
For me? Okay.
I made your bed this afternoon.
Thanks. How did you know I was going to stay, this afternoon?
This room has not been used for a long time.
It will never make house Beautiful. I guess it's O.K. for one night.
There is the bathroom. I put in soap and a toothbrush.
Thanks. Say, she's quite a character, that Norma Desmond.
She was the greatest. You wouldn't know. You are too young. In one week she got seventeen thousand fan letters. Men would bribe her mani curist to get clippings from her fingernails. There was a Maharajah who came all the way from Hyderabad to get one of her stockings. Later, he strangled himself with it.
I sure turned into an interesting driveway.
You did, sir. GILLIS' VOICE He goes out. Gillis I pegged him as slightly looks after him, hangs cuckoo, too. A stroke maybe. his coat over a chair, Come to think of it, the walks over to the win whole place seemed to have dow, pulls down the been stricken with a kind of rickety Venetian blind. creeping paralysis, out of As he does so, he looks beat with the rest of the down at: world, crumbling apart in slow motion ...
I'm talking to you. My clothes and things are up in the room.
Naturally. I brought them myself.
Is that so!
Why are you so upset? Is there anything missing?
Who said you could? Who asked you to?
Some men are here. They asked for you.
I'm not here.
That's what I told them.
Good.
They found your car in the garage. They are going to tow it away.
Whose room was this?
It was the room of the husband. Or of the husbands, I should say. Madame has been married three times.
Hey, what's this with the door? There isn't any lock.
There are no locks anywhere in this house.
How come?
The doctor suggested it.
What doctor?
Madame's doctor. She has moments of melancholy. There have been some suicide attempts.
Uhhuh?
We have to be very careful. No sleeping pills, no razor blades. We shut off the gas in her bed room.
Why? Her career? She got enough out of it. She's not forgotten. She still gets those fan letters.
I wouldn't look too closely at the postmarks.