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You send them. Is that it, Max?
I'd better press your evening clothes, sir. You have not for gotten Madame's New Year's party.
No, I haven't. I suppose all the waxworks are coming?
I don't know, sir. Madame made the arrangements.
How is she?
She is upstairs.
Mr. Gillis, if you please.
Right with you.
You see those offices there, Mr. Gillis? They used to be her dressing room, The whole row.
That didn't leave much for Wallace Reid.
He had a great big bungalow on wheels. I had the upstairs. See where it says 'Readers' Department'? I remember my walls were covered with black patent leather...
What's the matter, Max?
I just found out why all those tele phone calls. It is not Miss Desmond they want. It is the car they want to rent.
What?
What is it, Max? Want to wash the car, or are you doing a little spying in your off hours?
You must be very careful as you cross the patio. Madame may be watching.
How about my going up the kitchen stairs and undressing in the dark. Will that do it?
I'm not inquiring where Mr. Gillis goes every night...
Why don't you? I'm writing a script and I'm dying to finish it, no matter what.
It's just that I'm very worried about Madame.
Sure you are. And we're not help ing her any, feeding her lies and more lies. Getting herself ready for a pioture ... What happens when she finds out?
She never will. That is my job. It has been for a long time. You must understand I discovered her when she was eighteen. I made her a star. I cannot let her be destroyed.
You made her a star?
I directed all her early pictures. There were three young directors who showed promise in those days: D.W. Grirrith, C.B. deMille, and Max von Mayerling.
And she's turned you into a servant.
It was I who asked to come back, humiliating as it may seem. I could have gone on witn my career, only I found everything unendur able arter she divorced me. You see, I was her rirst husband.
I wouldn't know.
I don't care anyway. I want the coffin to be white. And I want it specially lined with satin. White, or deep pink.
How much will it be? I warn you don't give me a fancy price just because I'm rich.
Lady. you've got the wrong man.
I had some trouble with my car. Flat tire. I pulled into your garage till I could get a spare. I thought this was an empty house.
It is not. Get out.
I'm sorry, and I'm sorry you lost your friend, and I don't think red is the right color.
Get out.
Sure. Wait a minute haven't I seen you ?
Or shall I call my servant?
I know your face. You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in pictures. You used to be big.
I am big. It's the pictures that got small.
I knew there was something wrong with them.
They're dead. They're finished. There was a time when this busi ness had the eyes of the whole wide world. But that wasn't good enough. Oh, nol They wanted the ears of the world, too. So they opened their big mouths, and out came talk, talk, talk...
That's where the popcorn business comes in. You buy yourself a bag and plug up your ears.
Look at them in the front offices the master minds! They took the idols and smashed them. The Fairbankses and the Chaplins and the Gilberts and the Valentinos. And who have they got now? Some nobodies a lot of pale little frogs croaking pishposhl
Don't get sore at me. I'm not an executive. I'm just a writer.
You are! Writing words, words! You've made a rope of words and strangled this businessl But there is a microphone right there to catch the last gurgles, and Technicolor to photograph the red, swollen tongue!
Ssh! You'll wake up that monkey.
Get out!
Just a minute, you!
Yeah?
You're a writer, you said.
Why?
Are you or aren't you?
I think that's what it says on my driver's license.
And you have written pictures, haven't you?
Sure have. The last one I wrote was about cattle rustlers. Before they were through with it, the whole thing played on a torpedo boat.
The wind gets in that blasted pipe organ. I ought to have it taken out.
Or teach it a better tune.
How long is a movie script these days? I mean, how many pages?
Depends on what it is a Donald Duck or Joan or Arc.
This is to be a very important picture. I have written it myself. Took me years.
Looks like enough for six impor tant pictures.
It's the story or Salome. I think I'll have DeMille direct it.
Uhhuh.
We've made a lot of pictures together.
And you'll play Salome?
Who else ?
Only asking. I did't know you were planning a comeback.
I hate that word. It is a return. A return to the millions of people who have never forgiven me for deserting the screen.
Fair enough.
Salome what a woman! What a part! The Princess in love with a Holy man. She dances the Dance of the Seven Veils. He rejects her, so she demands his head on a golden tray, kissing his cold, dead lips.
They'll love it in Pomona.
They will love it every place. Read it. Read the scene just before she has him killed!
Right now? Never let another writer read your stuff. He may steal it.
I am not afraid. Read it!
Well?
This is fascinating.
Of course it is.
Maybe it's a little long and maybe there are some repetitions... but you're not a professional writer.
I wrote that with my heart.
Sure you did. That's what makes it great. What it needs is a little more dialogue.
What for? I can say anything I want with my eyes.
It certainly could use a pair of shears and a blue pencil.
I will not have it butchered.
Of course not. But it ought to be organized. Just an editing job. You can find somebody.
Who? I'd have to have somebody I can trust. When were you born I mean, what sign of the zodiac?
I don't know.
What month?
December twentyfirst.
Sagittarius. I like Sagittarians. You can trust them.
Thank you.
I want you to do this work.
Me? I'm busy. Just finished one script. I'm due on another assignment.
I don't care.
You know, I'm pretty expensive. I get five hundred a week.
I wouldn't worry about money. I'll make it worth your while.
Maybe I'd better take the rest of the script home and read it
Oh no. I couldn't let it out of my house. You'll have to finish it here.
It's getting kind of late
Are you married, Mr. ?
The name is Gillis. I'm single.
Where do you live?