All About Eve Page #24

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EVE:

You were just looking around...

GIRL:

That's all.

EVE:

What for?

GIRL:

You probably won't believe me.

EVE:

Probably not.

GIRL:

It was for my report.

EVE:

What report? To whom?

GIRL:

About how you live, what kind of

clothes you wear - what kind of

perfume and books - things like that.

You know the Eve Harrington clubs -

that they've got in most of the girls'

high schools?

EVE:

I've heard of them.

GIRL:

Ours was one of the first. Erasmus

Hall. I'm the president.

EVE:

Erasmus Hall. That's in Brooklyn,

isn't it?

GIRL:

Lots of actresses come from Brooklyn.

Barbara Stanwyck, Susan Hayward - of

course, they're just movie stars.

Eve makes no comment. She lies wearily on the couch.

GIRL:

You're going to Hollywood - aren't

you?

(Eve murmurs "uh-huh")

From the trunks you're packing, you

must be going to stay a long time.

EVE:

I might.

GIRL:

That spilled drink is going to ruin

your carpet.

She crosses to it.

EVE:

The maid'll fix it in the morning.

GIRL:

I'll just pick up the broken glass.

EVE:

Don't bother.

The girl puts the broken glass on the bar. She starts to mix

Eve a fresh drink.

EVE:

How'd you get all the way up here

from Brooklyn?

GIRL:

Subway.

EVE:

How long does it take?

GIRL:

With changing and everything, a little

over an hour.

She carries the drink over to Eve.

EVE:

It's after one now. You won't get

home till all hours.

GIRL:

(smiles)

I don't care if I never get home.

The door buzzer sounds.

EVE:

That's the door.

GIRL:

You rest. I'll get it...

She goes to the door, opens it. Addison stands there, the

Sarah Siddons Award in his hands.

ADDISON:

Hello, there. Who are you?

GIRL:

(shyly)

Miss Harrington's resting, Mr.

deWitt. She asked me to see who it

is...

ADDISON:

We won't disturb her rest. It seems

she left her award in the taxicab.

Will you give it to her?

She holds it as if it were the Promised Land. Addison smiles

faintly. He knows the look.

ADDISON:

How do you know my name?

GIRL:

It's a very famous name, Mr. deWitt.

ADDISON:

And what is your name?

GIRL:

Phoebe.

ADDISON:

Phoebe?

GIRL:

(stubbornly)

I call myself Phoebe.

ADDISON:

Why not? Tell me, Phoebe, do you

want some day to have an award like

that of your own?

Phoebe lifts her eyes to him.

PHOEBE:

More than anything else in the world.

Addison pats her shoulder lightly.

ADDISON:

Then you must ask Miss Harrington

how to get one. Miss Harrington knows

all about it...

Phoebe smiles shyly. Addison closes the door. Phoebe stares

own at the award for an instant.

EVE'S VOICE

(sleepy; from the

living room)

Who was it?

PHOEBE:

Just a taxi driver, Miss Harrington.

You left the award in his cab and he

brought it back...

EVE'S VOICE

Oh. Put it on one of the trunks,

will you? I want to pack it...

PHOEBE:

Sure, Miss Harrington...

She takes the award into the bedroom, sets it on a trunk. As

she starts out, she sees Eve's fabulous wrap on the bed. She

listens. Then, quietly, she puts on the wrap and picks up

the award.

Slowly, she walks to a large three-mirrored cheval. With

grace and infinite dignity she holds the award to her, and

bows again and again... as if to the applause of a multitude.

FADE OUT:

THE END:

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