A Star Is Born Page #2

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If I don't get my way, I'll begin to break up

people and things at this moment.

You understand, don't you?

Yes, I understand.

Why don't we have supper sometime later?

Maybe tomorrow or the next night.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll lay in a whole supply of lipsticks

and we'll celebrate all over the walls.

- Please, Miss Blodgett.

- Good night.

I think I see your friends, Mr. Maine.

Let's hit the road.

Darling, you were simply divine.

Simply divine.

You were swell.

You know, drunk or not, he's nice.

He's awful nice.

Just darling. Come on.

When he goes off like that,

he's good for the night, Mr. Libby.

He'll smile in his sleep in a minute.

Like a child.

Like a child with a blowtorch.

What, sir?

Nothing.

Mr. Maine's charm escapes me.

It always has.

Now, you understand, 6:00 sharp.

Have him dressed and ready.

Yes, sir.

Here are his car keys. Hide them, will you?

I've had enough of Mr. Maine for one night.

He's good for the night.

He'll sure be surprised when

he finds himself on location in the morning.

- Good evening, Mr. Maine.

- Hello, Bruno. How are you?

There's a little dark girl,

sings with the Glenn Williams Orchestra.

The Glenn Williams Orchestra finishes

at 1:
30, Mr. Maine.

Then the rhumba band takes over.

They finished about an hour ago.

It doesn't matter, Bruno.

The whole thing seems rather silly now.

I'll tell you something, Mr. Maine.

All the bands that play here,

the musicians, you know...

...they go to a little place

on Sunset Boulevard after they finish.

And maybe the girl could be there.

They're crazy people, you know.

They blow their heads off here all night.

Then instead of going to bed,

they go to this little place...

...and blow their heads off there

for themselves, for nothing!

Would you like a table, sir?

Not unless you wish

to rhumba with me, Bruno.

Is there anyone here that I know?

Well now, let's see.

There's a new little girl from Paramount.

That one there, yes.

She's very pretty, Mr. Maine.

She's with someone, isn't she?

Only her agent.

He'll be glad to leave.

Too young. I had a very young week

last week.

It's not worth it.

Is there anyone else?

Miss Sheldon.

She's very beautiful tonight, Mr. Maine.

No. She hit me over the head

with a bottle.

Yes, I remember it. It happened right here.

- I thought everything was all right by now.

- Nope, they only hit me once.

The little girl in the green dress?

No, Mr. Maine.

Pasadena.

Leave it alone.

Will you excuse me? I'll be right back.

Go ahead.

Take it, honey. Come on.

Take it from the top.

- From the top?

- Yeah.

"The night is bitter

"The stars have lost their glitter

"The winds grow colder

"Suddenly you're older

"And all because of the man that got away

"No more, his eager call

"The writing's on the wall

"The dreams you've dreamed

"Have all gone astray

"The man that won you

"Has run off and undone you

"That great beginning

"Has seen a final inning

"Don't know what happened

"It's all a crazy game!

"No more, that all-time thrill

"For you've been through the mill

"And never a new love will be the same

"Good riddance, goodbye

"Every trick of his, you're onto

"But fools will be fools

"And where's he gone to?

"The road gets rougher

"It's lonelier and tougher

"With hope, you burn up

"Tomorrow he will turn up

"There's just no letup

"The livelong night and day

"Ever since this world began

"There is nothing sadder than

"A one-man woman

"Looking for the man that got away

"The man that got away"

It's wonderful.

Pretty good, we finished together...

Oh, no! No!

What's the matter?

Your dancing partner has returned.

How do you suppose he found us?

- I'll get rid of him.

- No, I'll do it.

Hello, Mr. Maine.

You turn up in the strangest places.

Don't I, though?

And you're cold sober.

Well, you'd better make the most of it.

Sit down for a moment.

Do you always sing like that?

Like what?

The way you sang just now.

Why?

I've never heard anybody sing

just the way you do.

What do you mean? Good or bad?

Here.

You ever go fishing?

Well, do you like prizefights?

Ever watched a great fighter?

I'm trying to tell you how you sing.

Do you mean like a prizefighter or a fish?

Look.

Here.

There are certain pleasures that you get...

There are certain pleasures you get,

little jabs of pleasure...

...when a swordfish takes the hook,

or when you watch a great fighter...

...getting ready for the kill, see?

You don't understand a word I'm saying,

do you?

No, not yet. Why don't you try bullfights?

You're joking, but that's exactly

what I mean.

You'd know a great bullfighter

the moment he stepped into the ring.

From the way he stood,

from the way he moved.

Or a dancer. You don't have

to know about ballet.

That little bell rings inside your head...

...that little jolt of pleasure.

That's what happened to me just now.

You're a great singer.

Who, me?

Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?

No, Mr. Maine,

no one's ever told me that before.

Maybe you're not quite as sober

as we both thought you were.

But, thank you.

I'm as sober as a judge

and I know exactly what I'm saying.

You've got that little something extra

that Ellen Terry talked about.

Ellen Terry, great actress

long before you were born.

She said that's what star quality was...

...that little something extra.

Well, you've got it.

Now, what are you doing wasting

your time singing with this band?

Wasting my time?

I'm not wasting my time.

You don't know how many years

it's taken me to get this far.

- I'm doing fine, Mr. Maine, just great.

- You're wasting your time.

Now, tell me about yourself.

Where'd you come from?

How'd you start singing?

Have you got a family? Are you married?

No.

We're breaking it up.

Why, hello, Mr. McGuire.

Mr. Maine.

- Ready to go home?

- Yes.

Good.

I'll see that Esther gets home.

- All right, Esther?

- Yes.

I'll see you at the bus

in the morning, Danny.

Yeah, at 6:
00.

Okay.

- Good night.

- Yeah, good night.

Well, go on. Go ahead.

Do you know the only thing

I can think of right now?

The only thought that comes into my mind

is the way I wash my hair.

You see, when anything happens to me,

good or bad...

...I make straight for the shampoo bottle.

Why would I have to think of that now?

I understand that perfectly.

With me it's golf balls.

If I'm happy or if I'm miserable,

I putt golf balls around the living room.

It makes perfect sense. Go ahead.

I'm afraid I'm no good at talking

about myself, Mr. Maine.

Everything just runs together.

Runs together? How?

All over the place.

Washing out my gloves

in crummy hotel rooms.

And winning a contest on the radio.

And singing in joints.

You see how my mind works?

It's all jumbled.

I can sort it out.

Can you?

I can't.

I can remember my first job singing

with the band.

And then, one-night stands clear

across country by bus.

Putting on nail polish in the ladies' rooms

in gas stations.

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