All That Jazz Page #7

the bad things l'm gonna do to you.

...as stated in the declarations,

sustained directly as the result of injury,

sickness, death of, or permanent disability...

Excuse me, Mr Clark.

Larry, give me our figures.

Well, on an estimated

production budget of $941,000,

with a contingency of 59,000

to round it out to the million,

so far we're in for

at least two-thirds of the fees.

Design, 8,000, costumes, 8,000,

electrics, 4,000.

We're in for the full director-choreographer,

Construction of scenery, where more than

half has been done, tha's 125,000... plus.

Stage manager's about 8,000.

Press agent 1500, musicians about... two.

Assistants, secretaries, etc, 3,000.

Rehearsal halls and auditions... 9500.

Script and administrative, 1500.

Managers, l'd say... ten.

Advertising and printing, about 20,000.

Orchestrations, so far, around 10,000.

Legal, 10,000, auditing, 2,000,

payroll taxes... maybe seven.

Well, seven. Author's advances, 10,000,

equity bonds, 50,000.

Rehearsal salaries, and we've made some

advances to a few of the cast, about 43,000.

We're in for about...

$480,500.

Yes. Tha's the figure l had here.

And change.

Let me try to understand.

Of that figure, how much do we recoup?

Yeah, l'm confused too. Do we

get all of that, or part of it, or what?

Simply, here are the options.

One, if Mr Gideon recovers

and you resume production within the

Two, if Mr Gideon should die and you resume

production with another director

within the 180 days, we are still not liable.

Three, however, if Mr Gideon

should expire before February 1,

and you abandon production,

we are liable for the full million dollars.

This means, gentlemen,

you could make a profit of...

$519,500.

You could be the first show on Broadway

to make a profit without really opening.

Well...

i's all very clear to me.

All this bullshit about death with dignity.

You know what death with dignity is,

man? You don't drool.

Change-of-pace time. Request.

Here we go. Vic O'Dante. Hey!

Death is in, death is in, my dear

Death is the thing

Oh, tha's very theatrical, Joe.

Please don't try to talk.

- You wanna shoot it now?

- Huh?

- l can't understand him. l think he said "OK".

- Hospital hallucination, take one.

There's a lady in Chicago, man,

wrote a book. Dr K'bler-Ross, with a dash.

This chick, man, without

the benefit of dying herseIf,

has broken the process

of death into five stages.

Anger, denial, bargaining,

depression and acceptance.

Playback.

After you've gone

And left me cryin'

After you've gone

There's no denyin'

You'll feel blue

You'll feel sad

You'll miss the bestest pal ya

Ever had

There'll come a time

Don't forget it

There'll come a time

When you'll regret it

Some

Day

When you grow lonely

Your heart will break like mine

and you'll want me only

After you've gone

After you've gone

After you've gone

After you've gone...

Away

Away

Cut!

Wanna print it?

Jesus, Joe, you're way behind schedule.

You gotta print it.

Next setup.

Katie, take two.

Listen, huh?

Playback.

You'd better change your way o' livin'

- And if that ain't enough

- She's right, Joe, you'd better listen

You'd better change the way

you strut your stuff

Cos nobody wants you

when you're old and grey

You better change your way today

You better change your way

Can you hear me, Joe? l'm talkin' to ya.

- Ya gotta lay off the booze, Joe.

- Axe the amphetamines.

You gotta stop screwin' around, Daddy.

Ya better stop

Ya better change

Ya better stop

Ya better change

Ya better stop, ya better change,

ya better stop, ya better change

Ya better stop and change your ways today

l said stop, change, stop!

Please.

Cut!

- Print it.

- Old Friends, take three.

Playback.

Who's sorry now?

Who's sorry now?

Whose heart is aching?

- Just look at you, Daddy.

- For breaking each vow

- All those broken vows.

- Who's sad and blue?

Who's crying too?

Just like we cried over you?

- And we cried a lot.

- Oh, a lot.

- Me too.

- Boo-hoo

Right to the end

- l's getting close, Joe.

- Just like a friend

- Where were ya, Joe? Where were ya?

- We tried to warn you

Somehow

You didn't listen, Daddy. You didn't listen.

You had your way

Now you must pay

We're glad that you're sorry now

Cut!

You blew it. You forgot your line.

At the end you're supposed to say, uh...

Wha's he supposed to say?

He's supposed to say

"l don't want to die. l want to live."

Well, if you can't say it, you can't say it.

We'll just have to cut it, tha's all.

Cut it. Take me up. Next setup.

Some of these days

You're gonna miss me, Daddy

Some of these days

You're gonna feel so lonely

You'll miss her huggin'

You'll miss her kissin'

You'll miss me, Daddy

lf you go away

l'll feel so lonely

Just for you only

For you know, Daddy

You had your way

- A lot.

- And if you leave her

You know, you know, you're gonna, gonna,

gonna, gonna, gonna grieve her

You're gonna miss your sweet,

little, lovin', baby daughter Michelle

- Some of these days

- Don't die, Daddy! Don't die, please!

Some of these days

You can't leave this poor

little kid without a father!

- Some of these days

- She needs ya, Joe! She needs ya!

Some of these days

Oh! Oh, no.

You don't have any lines here.

Real dead body. Real dead body.

End sticks.

Please don't try to talk. lf you wanna

tell me anything, just write it on this pad.

No, no. Come on, not now.

Please leave. Please.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, l'm sure. Just go.

Am l alive?

All right, Joe.

Yes, you are alive.

Now, this is gonna hurt a little...

Hm. That came out nice.

Miss Paris, would you like

to see something nice?

Oh, that is beautiful!

That is an absolutely beautiful scar, Dr Garry.

- Thank you.

- How soon will he be able to work?

Well, he's out of intensive care,

back in a private room.

The doctor says i's just a matter of rest.

Two months, at the outside.

Oh, you know Joey. This morning

he said he could hardly wait.

Said he had a lot of new ideas.

And not all that sex stuff, either.

Now, tha's terrific.

You must feel really good about that, Jonesy.

Relieved. We're all relieved.

- Check, please.

- l did some thinking about your script

and l made a few notes.

Oh, my.

Use them, don't use them...

You know, whatever you want.

l hate to bother you,

but are you... Lucas Sergeant?

- Yes.

- Would you mind?

No, no. Not at all.

l'm an actress and, next to Joe Gideon,

you're my favourite director.

l'm so sorry your show was a flop.

- Best of luck with your career.

- Thank you so much.

Lucas, you put in an awful lot

of work on this. l'm moved.

For somebody to do something like this

just... just out of friendship... lt touches me.

Listen, what are friends for?

We're all rooting for each other.

l'm just pleased that Joe is well again.

- Hey, let me get this.

- No, Lucas, this is on me.

l said l'll get this.

- l can't believe it.

- Joe, wha's the matter?

- l'm having a heart attack.

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