A Star Is Born Page #7

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Both of us.

To each other. What do you think of that?

What's the matter?

He's trying to decide

if it's good for the studio.

Well, is it?

It is. My blessings.

A little unsteady, but thank you.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Libby.

How long a honeymoon will you give us?

Now, let's see.

I'll want you back by the ninth.

No, make it the tenth.

Don't let your heart run away

with your head.

I'll have to call Production and see how

long I can stall off Vicki's wardrobe tests.

While you're settling the details,

is it all right if I buy the lady a ring?

Sure, we want everything legal.

Thank you.

'Bye. 'Bye, Oliver.

Goodbye, Libby.

That was quite a decision

you made just now, Oliver.

Decision?

Letting that girl walk into a booby trap.

Vicki's business is her own.

Is it?

She's the hottest piece of property

this studio has right now.

This might make the difference to Norman.

This might be it.

Any bets?

I better start the wheels grinding.

A big front-page splash on the wedding

will help his slipping box office.

Hello, this is Matt Libby.

Get me my office.

Hello. Hello, Markham?

Lester and Maine are getting married.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, look,

I want all stops pulled.

Full coverage. The wedding

to end all weddings. You got it?

All right. Now, see if you can get

the mayor to close school that afternoon.

I'll get you the date later.

And get all newsreel and television

coverage started right away.

Get all traffic routed out of Beverly Hills

for two miles on each side of the church.

The big one. And tell the "Life", the "Time",

the AP and the UP boys...

...that I'll set up restricted coverage

with each of them personally.

Yeah. The bleachers and everything.

The full treatment.

"Now, if any man can show just cause

why these two...

"...may not be lawfully joined together,

let him now speak or else hereafter...

"...forever hold his peace.

"Do you, Ernest Sidney Gubbins,

take this woman for your wedded wife?"

I do.

"Will you love, comfort, honor

and keep her in sickness and in health...

"...as long as you both shall live?"

I will.

"Do you, Esther Blodgett,

take this man for your wedded husband?"

I do.

"Will you obey, serve, love, honor

and keep him in sickness and in health...

"...as long as you both shall live?"

I will.

Now place the ring on her finger.

"By virtue of the powers vested in me...

"...as Justice of the Peace

of San Verdo Township...

"...County of Los Angeles,

I pronounce you man and wife."

Good luck.

I must exercise my prerogatives of office.

I wish you all the happiness, Mrs. Gubbins.

Thank you so much.

Same to you.

Now, if you'll just sign this.

Oh, yes.

You know, I'd swear

I'd seen you before, Mrs. Gubbins.

Really? Well, I think this is the first time

I've ever been in San Verdo.

You know your face looks familiar, too,

Mr. Gubbins.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Here's your receipt.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I think you got by with it.

That J.P. was just beginning to remember

where he'd seen us before.

- At least we got away from Libby.

- Libby doesn't even know we left town.

All the luck.

If you'll be kind enough to glance

between my shoulder blades...

...Mr. and Mrs. Gubbins...

...you'll find there a knife,

on its handle are your initials.

- Don't be angry.

- It's been delightful seeing you...

Wait! Wait a minute!

'Bye.

Well, I wish them joy.

Wait till they see the press.

It won't be so funny.

- They have a right to get married quietly.

- No, they haven't. He knows better.

"Mr. Public Nuisance" could use

some decent publicity for a change.

I've spent ten years covering up.

Killing bad stories, sucking up to

the columnists to smooth away his insults.

Who will they blame for not letting them

cover this today? Him? No! Me!

I'll look just like a fool.

Double-crossed by a cruddy actor.

He needs this, believe me, more than I do.

Okay.

Just wait your turn, I always say.

What do you always say, McGuire?

Well, the first thing to do, I think...

...is to go and wash your face.

It's quite dirty.

I know my face is dirty. But you didn't

want anybody to recognize us, did you?

No, that's right.

But you can unmask now.

I paid my $2, I wanna see what I got.

Nice.

And now, folks, Vicki Lester...

... singing the title song

"from her new picture" It's a New World.

This is the No. 1 tune of the hit parade...

... and the No. 1 favorite on the jukeboxes

all over the country:

"Vicki Lester," It's a New World.

Well, there it is, Esther.

You've got it, just the way you dreamed it.

No, I've got more.

Much more.

That's for ordinary folks

who have to turn on the radio...

...and put a nickel in the jukebox.

I've got a private copyright of my own.

Including the Scandinavian.

I've got the built-in original right

in the house, every time I want to hear it.

And I want it now.

No, you don't.

To kind of celebrate.

All right.

"How wonderful that I'm beholding

"A never never land unfolding

"Where we polish up the stars

"And mountains we move, in a life

"Where all the pleasures we will prove

"It's a new world I see

"A new world for me

"The tears have rolled off my cheek

"And fears fade away every time you speak

"A new world though we're in a tiny room

"What a vision of joy

and blossom and bloom

"A newfound promise

"One that will last

"So I'm holding on

"And I'm holding fast

"You brought a new world to me

"And that it'll always, always be"

I've been preparing them.

You have? You want to see a picture?

I'd like very much to.

All right, fine.

- Hello.

- Hello, there.

- Would you like to see a movie?

- Wonderful!

We're going to run one.

You have to put up with this sort of thing.

Stunts and speed mark

the National Air Show.

Vampire jets of the Royal Canadian

Air Force flash overhead.

Marilyn Rich, the helicopter girl,

does her stuff...

... from one of the highest perches

ever used by an acrobat. And no net.

Now US jets zoom overhead.

Watch them burst apart like a fountain.

Red Grant is the outdoor type.

He prefers to do his flying on the wings...

Traitor.

There's a fight on I wanted to catch

a bit of. I've seen the picture anyway.

Why didn't you say something?

We could've run something else.

That doesn't matter. It's a good picture.

You'll all enjoy it.

Go on back, I think the newsreel is over.

Are you feeling all right?

You haven't said a word all evening.

Sure, I'm all right.

Just one of my silent evenings.

Go on, you'll miss the beginning.

There's no hurry.

The credits will run forever.

I thought you were the one

who never took the studio home with you.

This is different. I'm not at home.

Has this got anything to do with me?

What you're worrying about?

Has it?

I'll tell you all about it at the studio

on Monday. Have lunch with me.

How about telling me now?

This isn't the time nor the place.

You have guests.

We've known each other too long

to start playing games with each other.

What's sticking in your throat

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