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Hollywood. The Alto Nido Apart ments.
There's something wrong with your car, you said.
There sure is.
You can stay here.
I'll come early tomorrow.
I don't know why you should be so upset. Stop that playing, Max. It seemed like a good idea if we are to work together.
Look, I'm supposed to fix up your script. There's nothing in the deal about my staying here.
You'll like it here.
Thanks for the invitation, but I have my own apartment.
You can't work in an apartment where you owe three months' rent.
I'll take care of that.
It's all taken care of. It's all paid for.
I'm used to paying my own bills.
You proud boy, why didn't you tell me you were having difficulties.
Okay. We'll deduct it from my salary.
Now, now, don't let's be small about such matters. We won't keep books. Go on, unpack Mr. Gillis' things.
Unpack nothing. I didn't say I was staying.
Suppose you make up your mind. Do you want this job or don't you?
What's that?
Just a scene I cut out.
What scene?
The one where you go to the slave market. You can cut right to the scene where John the Baptist
Cut away from me?
Honestly, it's a little old hat. They don't want that any more.
They don't? Then why do they still write me fan letters every day. Why do they beg me for my photo graphs? Because they want to see me, me, me! Norma Desmond.
Okay.
I want to talk to you for a minute.
Not now, my dear. I'm playing three no trump.
They've come for my car.
Please. Now I've forgotten how many spades are out.
I need some money right now.
Can't you wait till I'm dummy?
Now what is it? Where's the fire?
I've lost my car.
Oh...and I thought it was a matter of life and death.
It is to me. That's why I came to this house. That's why I took this job ghost writing!
Now you're being silly. We don't need two cars. We have a car. And not one of thuse cheap new things made of chromium and spit. An IsottaFraschini. Have you ever heard of IsottaFraschinis? All handmade. Cost me twentyeight thousand dollars.
That's a dreadful shirt you're wearing.
What's wrong with It?
Nothing, if you work in a fill ing station. And I'm getting rather bored with that sport jacket, and those same baggy pants. Max, what's a good men's shop in town? The very best... Well, go there !
I don't need any clothes, and I certainly don't want you buy ing them for
Why begrudge me a little fun? I just want you to look nice, my stray little boy.
How about some evening clothes?
I don't need a tuxedo.
Of course you do. A tuxedo and tails.
Tails. That's ridiculous.
You'll need them for parties. You'll need them for New Year's Eve. Where are your evening clothes?
Joe, you look absolutely divine. Turn around!
GILLIS +++$+++
Come on!
All padding. Don't let it fool you.
Come here!
You know, to me dressing up was always just putting on my dark blue suit.
I don't like those studs they've sent. I want you to have pearls. Nice big pearls.
Now, I'm not going to wear ear rings, I can tell you that.
Cute. Let's have some drinks.
Shouldn't we wait for the others?
Careful, it's slippery. I had it waxed.
Not on the same floor with Valentino!
Just follow me.
Don't bend back like that.
It's those feathers. They tickle.
It's a quarter past ten. What time are they supposed to get here?
Who?
The other guests?
There are no other guests. We don't want to share this night with other people. This is for you and me.
I understand some rich guy bought up all the tickets for a perfor mance at the Metropolitan and sat there listening to La Traviata, all by himself. He was afraid of catching cold.
Hold me tighter.
Come midnight, how about blind folding the orchestra and smash ing champagne glasses on Max's head?
You think this is all very funny.
A little.
Is it funny that I'm in love with you?
What's that?
I'm in love with you. Don't you know that? I've been in love with you all along.
What are the notes?
"Mad about the boy."
Norma, I can't take it. You've bought me enough.
Shut up. I'm rich. I'm richer than all this new Hollywood trash. I've got a million dollars.
Keep it.
I own three blocks downtown. I have oil in Bakersfield pumping, pumping, pumping. What's it for but to buy us anything we want.
Cut out that us business.
What's the matter with you?
What right do you have to take me for granted?
What right? Do you want me to tell you?
Has it ever occurred that I may have a life of my own? That there may be some girl I'm crazy about?
Who? Some car hop, or a dress extra?
Why not? What I'm trying to say is that I'm all wrong for you. You want a Valentino somebody with polo ponies a big shot
What you're trying to say is that you don't want me to love you. Is that it?
Go away.
What kind of a silly thing was that to do?
To fall in love with you that was the idiotic thing.
It sure would have made attractive headlines: Great Star Kills Her self for Unknown Writer.
Great stars have great pride.
Go away. Go to that girl of yours.
Look, I was making that up because I thought the whole thing was a mistake. I didn't want to hurt you. You've been good to me. You're the only person in this stinking town that has been good to me.
Why don't you just say thank you and go, go, go
Not until you promise to act like a sensible human being.
I'll do it again, I'll do it again, I'll do it again!
You're really going to send it to De Mille?
This is the right day.