Beaches Page #3

Look, honey, I don't know

what youre after...

but if its what I think it is,

you're not my type,

comprendez-vous?

Dont you recognize me?

Whitney?

Hillary Whitney?

I don't believe this !

Harry, do you

believe this?

We've been writing letters

since we were 11 years old.

- What are you doing here in New York?

- I don't know.

l-I just walked out

on my life.

l-l-Ive been feeling

suffocated for years,

but I couldn't stand it anymore.

Today-- It's funny how

that happens, isn't it?

I just-- I woke up this morning

and I thought, ''This is it !''

And I left.

My job, my father,

my apartment.

Your money too?

I hadn't thought about it,

but, yeah, I guess my money too.

- Well, so what? You're here !

- So what?

Well, come back to the storeroom.

That's where I change my clothes.

- Shall I leave my bags here?

- Are you crazy? No !

Come on, this is New York.

Harry, give us a hand

with the bags.

- Ive got a bad back.

- You've got a bad attitude.

- Ive come this far.

- Come here. Let me help you.

I like your tail.

You know, I really appreciate

the offer, but Im sure I can

find a place on my own.

In this neighborhood?

Never !

- No?

- Besides, youre broke.

And Leona would have a heart attack

if I didn't invite you to stay.

She lives in Miami.

She'd never know.

Hi, Marge.

How's life treating you?

Hmm. Marge, you ought

to cut down on the gasoline.

It's bad

for the complexion.

- She could be dead.

- Nah.

If she was dead, she would

have dropped the bottle.

Oh, here we go.

Welcome a chez moi.

Geez,

it's cold in here.

I guess old Armand...

forgot to send the heat up.

Send the heat up !

Creep. Crazy Turk.

This is where Leona sleeps

when she visits.

You can have that bed.

And, uh,

this is where I sleep.

Oh, God.

- So, all the comforts of home, huh?

- A bathtub?

Oh, yeah.

We got everything.

I got everything but heat.

Armand ! Send up the heat !

What a bum.

All right, here's the toilet.

Wait !

For no extra money--

Look.

What do you think?

A veranda, a patio.

Sh*t.

It's a gale out there.

So, what do you think?

Well, l-- I know it's not

Buckingham Palace,

but it's home to me.

You don't understand.

Im crying because Im happy.

It just hit me

that Im free.

You don't know

what it's been like for me.

My father controlled everything

I did, even down to the kind

of law I practiced.

And now, for the first time

in my life, Im doing exactly

what I want to do...

rather than what

Ive been trained to do.

I feel like shouting,

''Free at last, free at last !

Thank God Almighty,

Im free at last !''

So...

are you always

like this?

- No.

- Good. Then you can stay.

Come on !

Let's put this bed out.

I its almost 1 O:30.

So what do you think?

You gonna be long?

- Not if I can help it.

-Then you want me

to wait for you?

Dont you really think

you ought to wait?

I am dressed like a rabbit.

All right.

Yeah, but you gotta hurry because I got

to be at this rent strike rally in an hour.

All right. Ill sing

one song for darling bunny boy.

Ill be out like a flash.

- Do I look okay?

- Here it is.

- Are my ears on straight?

What about my hair?

- Yeah. It looks fine.

You're gonna be great.

- Break a leg, CC.

- Oh, you sound so silly

when you say that.

If you call me Bugs,

you're dead.

I hate my life.

Just a minute.

Message for the birthday boy from

his darling bunny girl, Barbara.

From my what?

I don't write it, pal.

I just deliver it.

Happy, happy birthday

bunny boy

love's kind of funny

with a bunny boy

He loves me so hard

He's my bundle of joy

I try to go to sleep

but its just no use

'Cause all he really wants

to do is reproduce

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday

darling Johnny

Happy birthday

to you

''Love, from your darling

bunny girl, Barbara.''

Hey, wait a minute.

Nope. I only do

encores for cash.

You know, you've got

a great voice.

Oh, yeah?

Thanks.

- Why do you waste your time

doing this?

- I can't help myself.

I love to get dressed up like

a rabbit and go out in public.

Well, is there anyplace

I can see your work or--

Ill be at Gramercy Park at 4:00

this afternoon in a chicken suit.

- This is yours.

- Thank you.

I'm John Pierce.

Im Brer Rabbit.

Okay. Well, it was nice

to meet you Brer Rabbit,

you and your voice.

Well, Im not really Brer Rabbit,

but I guess you knew that.

Im really Cecilia Bloom.

How do you do?

Hello.

You've got a hell

of a paw-shake there, Cecilia.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

- Have you ever done any acting?

- Me? Oh, yeah.

- Ive done summer stock

since I was a kid.

- You're kidding.

I run a little theater

on the West Side...

and we're always looking

for someone with a strong voice.

Would you be interested

in auditioning?

Yeah, sure.

- What's the name of the company?

- The Falcon Players.

- CC !

-Yeah, yeah, yeah !Just a sec !

The Falcon Players?

Ive seen some of the shows

you've sent up to Broadway.

I saw that play where the guy

was buried in sand up to his neck.

- Yeah.

- Very deep.

- I directed that.

- And successful. You did? Wow.

- So when do you want to see me?

When do you want me to come in?

- Friday at 4:
00.

- Great, great.

- If you want me to drive,

we have to leave now.

- Im sorry to be so abrupt.

Im late for an appointment.

- He's a director.

- Hi. Really? A director?

-This is my roommate.

- Im Hillary Whitney.

Nice to meet you.

-John Pierce. Nice to meet you.

You're late for what?

You're late for an audition?

Audition? No. I'm-I'm

an attorney with the A.C.L.U

An attorney?

Oh. l--

I just thought because

you look so good, I thought

you were auditioning.

Well, we have

to be going now.

- Bye.

- Nice meeting you, John.

You've got to get

to that rent strike, Hillary.

The poor are waiting.

Well, yeah, it's only two lines, but

they're fraught with meaning.

Look, Ive got an entrance

and an exit.

I gotta look special.

What do you think?

Oh, it's gorgeous !

Do I look like Marilyn?

I don't look a thing like Marilyn.

My turn.

How is it?

- Hillary, it's exactly the same color.

- What's wrong?

No, it isn't. No.

You just spent two hours dying

your hair exactly the same color.

It's a subtle difference.

I don't think so.

She says that

she's feeling ill...

and that she's pregnant

and he did it.

- You gonna take this tramp's

word over mine?

- Don't worry about it.

- I already took care of it.

- What do you mean,

you already took care of it?

- I called in the doctor.

- And we know what that means,

don't we?

Why don't you just shut up?

The warden knows what

he's doing.

- The doctor is here.

- Thank you, guard.

- Im not gonna let you

get away with that.

- Wait a minute. We cut that line.

- Hey, would you show her the script?

- Listen, can I say Slavic--

Pop up all the blues

and see what we have on this.

Let's see it.

l, uh, Im playing

a prison guard on death row.

I know.

I did the casting.

Well, I thought

Id have a better part.

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