A Star Is Born Page #2

Want your bottle back?

- Oh, God, here they come.

- Hit it, Mo, here comes the posse.

Stop driving around here, you shithead.

- Come on back, honey.

- I'll beat you, man.

- Can we go to the car now?

- F***ing star!

What am I doing in here? You're crazy.

You want everything, right?

You're a hell of a singer.

How could you tell?

You were talking through my whole song.

- Not me, that other guy wouldn't shut up.

- So you had to hit him, right?

What was I supposed to do?

Sit there and let him pop me.

All you did was make him a hero.

You gave him a story for the next

couple of years. Are you drunk?

Jesus, you talk a lot.

- I always talk a lot when I'm nervous.

- Where are we heading?

Back to the motel.

No, 211 Orchid Street, please.

It's in Hollywood.

Aren't you embarrassed

driving around in a thing like this?

Isn't this the kind of car

they use for funerals?

- You change the subject a lot.

- What was the subject?

God, you've got incredible eyes.

Do you fish?

Do I what?

- I was trying to tell you how you sing.

- Like a fish?

There's a rush.

There's a little ball of fire inside you

whenever you hook into a big marlin.

And you never forget it.

And that's what it felt like...

hearing you sing.

That's nice.

That sounded nice.

Check into a motel and call up Bobby.

- Well, thanks for the ride.

- Wait a minute, are you married?

Not anymore, why? Are you?

Oh, Esther, how ridiculous.

You read about it

in the entertainment section.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I'm not used to the rich and famous.

It makes me act stupid.

You're acting okay. I ain't done so hot.

Let's start clean.

- You've got a beautiful mouth.

- Even though I talk too much?

You have a great ass.

You live alone?

Terrific.

I wouldn't send up fireworks about it.

- Well, actually, I want to come in.

- Well, actually, no.

Why not?

Listen...

if you want to come back for breakfast,

I'll make beaten biscuits.

- I don't eat breakfast.

- Oh, okay, well, good night.

But I will, damn it.

And we'll have beaten breakfast.

Or beaten biscuits.

What time is it? It's got to be 4:00.

- In two hours I'll be back here at 6:00.

- Make it 7:
00.

Come on, wake up, it's 6:55.

Don't ever scare me like that again.

Just a minute!

I'll be right there!

Okay.

Hi, it's me.

Breakfast.

- Sausage pizza for breakfast?

- No, it's pepperoni.

- You got the biscuits ready?

- I never made biscuits in my life.

- I was just doing a number on you.

- I know, that's why I brought the pizza.

Got anything to drink?

Anything to drink in here?

You mean like orange juice?

- Trying to improve my character?

- You could use it.

- Hello, brother.

- Where are you?

- Back...

- Beer, wine, anything?

- Now, listen, slick, whatever it is...

- Mo will get us to the airport.

You just save us a place on the chopper.

I'm bringing someone with me.

- What's your name?

- Esther Hoffman.

Hoffman?

Jesus, I love that.

Why?

In the past year, I bet you're the only girl

I've met with a last name.

Be there! Are you gonna be there?

You better be there!

- You be there!

- I'll be there, Bobby.

- Just be there, damn it!

- I'll be there.

What went wrong?

- With what?

- It's "with whom."

Your old man.

He put mayonnaise on his liver and onions.

He wouldn't fight.

There you go.

You like a fight.

Less tenderness, more on the wild side.

I can take all the tenderness you got,

as a matter of fact.

Eat your breakfast.

- I told you, I don't eat breakfast.

- What are you doing here, then?

I'm picking you up.

There's some raceway, we got a concert.

I'm not that kind of girl.

First we meet through mutual friends,

then you call me in a week.

- Then I think about it.

- It's this afternoon.

But you didn't even ask me.

I swear, I got the manners of a hog.

Esther...

- it'd mean a lot to me if you came.

- Okay, I'll come.

Tell me again how you like to be invisible.

- Esther Hoffman.

- How do you do?

Bless your heart!

Let's go.

- All right, this is me getting up.

- Are the people following?

This is what I hired you for, God damn it.

I'm sorry. Get that off.

Here they are.

Esther, that's good. I'm Gary Danziger.

John Norman's PR man.

Bobby told me about you.

This is Pumpkin, everybody.

Rolling in to it.

Is your last name Pie?

It's all right!

Let's get crazy down in the first row.

Where's Rockwell?

Let's go.

Over here.

John. There you are.

How is it?

Smell the monsters in there.

Okay, folks, good things

are certainly worth waiting for.

Would you welcome

John Norman Howard Speedway!

Are you a figment of my imagination,

or am I one of yours?

Come on out

and see how it feels in the lights.

No!

- There aren't any lights!

- You want lights? Give her lights!

John, the audience is gonna walk out.

Anyway, the sun's out.

Strike the sun and give her a pink spot.

You are crazy, you better go back there.

They are gonna get mad at you.

Go back on the stage!

- Hey, where are you going?

- I'm going with her, Bob, is that okay?

- Oh, man, you're beautiful.

- You're crazy.

I love what you do.

Can't say much for your kissing

but I love your bike.

It's yours, man. I mean it, it's yours.

- You got to be kidding.

- Come on, John.

Get back on the stage.

You're gonna kill yourself!

Just giving them what they want.

Stop him.

Get off that motorcycle.

Get off that goddamn motorcycle.

- Rockwell, get me an ambulance!

- Okay, folks, he's all right.

Believe me, he is okay.

Please move away from the scene.

If anyone's hurt,

go to the medical aid station.

Please move back, let the stretcher

through right in front here.

Let the stretcher through, please.

Please move back

from the front of the stage.

Everything will be okay.

That's the third time he's done that.

Move it.

Wait up!

This time, only 17 people were hurt.

Sweetheart, listen to me, Brian is trying

to turn this disaster into a plus.

Yeah, dignity. We give it dignity.

We plant a story with Time,

The New York Times.

- Not just the rock creeps.

- Good idea.

How about something simple,

like "nobody was killed"?

I'm with John Norman Howard,

what's doing?

Portside, that's where the action is.

- Bloody mary.

- You go by her house?

Who's that?

- Esther.

- Yes, she wasn't home.

Son of a b*tch. Why won't she call me?

What is all this fuss about this girl?

Maybe she just doesn't like your style.

When Brian says he's canceling the tour...

he does not mean it in a pejorative

or punitive way, sweetheart.

- It'll be John Norman's decision.

- I don't have all day.

- Let's move it.

- What? Cancel what out?

The tour's a disaster and the promoters

won't take that kind of sh*t.

Late starts and the legal hassles,

damage to the halls.

Somebody has to be realistic. Yes?

$27,000 deducted for vodka,

$11,000 for orange juice.

The man likes screwdrivers.

Why don't you go and get laid,

it's been almost three hours.

- Then there's the tax lean.

- We've got 50% going out to taxes.

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