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You're on your own. Stop being chickenhearted and write that story.
Honest to goodness, I hate you.
And don't make it too dreary. How about this for a situation: she teaches daytimes. He teaches at night. Right? They don't even know each other, but they share the same room. It's cheaper that way. As a matter of fact, they sleep in the same bed in shifts, of oourse.
Are you kidding? Because I think it's good.
So do I.
Came on back. Let me show you where it fits in.
Oh, you
And here's a title: AN APPLE FOR THE TEACHER.
Good.
What's good about it? I miss him something fierce.
I mean this is good dialogue along in here. It'll play.
It will?
Sure. Especially with lots of music underneath, drowning it out.
Don't you sometimes hate yourself?
Constantly. No, in all serious ness, it's really good. It's fun writing again. I'm happy here, honest I am.
Who's Norma?
Who's who?
I'm sorry. I don't usually read private cigarette cases.
Oh, that. It's from a friend of mine. A middleaged lady, very foolish and very generous.
I'll say. This is solid gold.
I gave her some advice on an idiotic script.
It's that old familiar story, you help a timid little soul across a crowded street. She turns out to be a multimillionaire and leaves you all her money.
That's the trouble with you readers. You know all the plots. Now suppose you proofread page ten while the water boils.
Look at this street. All card board, all hollow, all phoney. All done with mirrors. I like it better than any street in the world. Maybe because I used to play here when I was a kid.
What were you a child actress?
I was born just two blocks from this studio. Right on Lemon Grove Avenue. Father was head elec trician here till he died. Mother still works in Wardrobe.
Second generation, huh?
Third. Grandma did stunt work for Pearl White. I come from a picture family. Naturally they took it for granted I was to become a great star. So I had ten years of dramatic lessons, diction, dancing. Then the studio made a test. Well, they didn't like my nose it slanted this way a little. I went to a doctor and had it fixed. They made more tests, and they were crazy about my nose only they didn't like my acting.
Nice job.
Should be. It cost three hundred dollars.
Saddest thing I ever heard.
Not at all. It taught me a little sense. I got me a job in the mail room, worked up to the Stenographic. Now I'm a reader...
Come clean, Betty. At night you weep for those lost closeups, those gala openings...
Not once. What's wrong with being on the other side of the cameras? It's really more fun.
Three cheers for Betty Schaefer! I will now kiss that nose of yours.
If you please.
May I say you smell real special.
It must be my new shampoo.
That's no shampoo. It'smore like a pile of freehly laundred hand kerchiefs, like a brand new auto mobile. How old are you anyway?
Twentytwo.
That's it there's nothing like being twentytwo. Now may I suggest that if we're ever to finish this story you keep at least two feet away from me ... Now back to the typewriter.
Hey, what's the matter... Betty, wake up! Why are you staring at me like that?
Was I? I'm sorry.
What's wrong with you tonight? What is it, Betty?
Something came up. I don't want to talk about it.
Why not?
I just don't.
What is it you've heard. Come on, let's have it.
Betty, there's no use running out on it. Let's face it, what ever it is.
It's nothing. I got a telegram from Artie.
From Artie. What's wrong?
He wants me to come on to Arizona. He says it only oosts two dollars to get married there. It would kind of save us a honeymoon.
Why don't you? We can finish the script by Thursday.
Stop crying. You're getting married. That's what you've always wanted.
I don't want it now.
Why not? Don't you love Artie?
Of course I love him. I always will. I'm just not in love with him any more.
What happened?
You did.
Hello, Betty.
I don't know why I'm so scared, Joe. Is it something awful?
Come on in, Betty,
Ever been in one of these old Hollywood palazzos? That's from when they were making eighteen thou sand a week, and no taxes. Careful of these tiles, they're slippery. Valentino used to dance here.
This is where you live?
You bet.
Whose house is it?
Hers.
Whose?
Just look around. There's a lot of her spread about. If you don't remember the face, you must have heard the name of Norma Desmond.
That was Norma Desmond on the phone?
Want something to drink? There's always champagne on ice, and plenty of caviar.
Why did she call me?
Jealous. Ever see so much junk? She had the ceiling brought from Portugal. Look at this.
Her own movie theatre.
I didn't come here to see a house. What about Norma Desmond?
I'm trying to tell you. This is an enormous place. Eight master bedrooms. A sunken tub in every bathroom. There's a bowling alley in the cellar. It's lonely here, so she got herself a companion. A very simple setup: An older woman who is welltodo. A younger man who is not doing too well ... Can you figure it out yourself?
No.
All right. I'll give you a few more clues.
No, no! I haven't heard any of this. I never got those telephone calls. I've never been in this house ... Get your things together. Let's get out of here.
All my things? All the eighteen suits, all the custommade shoes and the eighteen dozen shirts, and the cufflinks and the platinum key chains, and the cigarette cases?
Come on, Joe.
Come on where? Back to a oneroom apartment that I can't pay for? Back to a story that may sell and very possibly will not?
If you love me, Joe.
Look, sweetie be practical. l've got a good thing here. A longterm contract with no options. I like it that way. Maybe it's not very admirable. Well, you and Artie can be admirable.
Joe, I can't look at you any more.
Nobody asked you to.
Hello, Mr. Sheldrake. On that Bases Loaded. I covered it with a 2page synopsis. But I wouldn't bother.
What's wrong with it?
It's from hunger.
Nothing for Ladd?
Just a rehash of something that wasn't very good to begin with.
I'm sure you'll be glad to meet Mr. Gillis. He wrote it.
This is Miss Kramer.
Schaefer. Betty Schaefer. And right now I wish I could crawl into a hole and pull it in after me.
Name dropper.
I just think pictures should say a little something.
Carefull Those are dirty words! You sound like a bunch of New York critics. Thank you, Miss Schaefer.
Goodbye, Mr. Gillis.
Well, what do you know ! Joe Gillis !
Hi, Artie.