Cradle Will Rock Page #6

Actually, I thought it was pretty silly.

- Where do you stand on Spain?

- Spain?

Franco or

the Loyalists?

Uh, I don't know.

What, did you just crawl out

from under a rock?

That's a joke.

I'm sorry. I was kidding.

A lot of people

don't know.

Spain's being attacked by Fascists

from Italy and Nazis from Germany.

- Bid your family toodle...

- Oh, to be young.

Unbelievable. At it again.

Like bunnies,

God bless 'em.

"Oh, what a bursting out

there was, and what a blossoming...

when we had

all the summertime...

and she had

all the spring. "

- Roosevelt isn't doing a thing about it.

- Oh, okay.

That's terrible.

I don't know so much.

I... I had no idea.

- I thought that we were talking about the play.

- We were.

I liked it.

It made me think...

- Uh-oh. - about unions

and how important they are.

- Yeah.

- I guess I don't know so much about Spain, though.

- So I gather.

- Or politics.

What about dancing? How do you feel

about the wonderful world of dancing?

- What, here? In front of everyone?

- Why not?

You want to audition, don't you?

You can't be shy.

I'm working.

Union break!

Fifteen minutes!

John! Please.

- Are you asking me to dance?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Then ask me.

- Miss Stanton, would you do me the honor?

Chocolate arms

are open like a flower

How the hell do you spell Honolulu

Junior's gonna be

a journalist

There's a woman there who wants you

La-la, la la la la

- Whoo!

- La-la, la la la la

Have you been to Honolulu

- Gee, fellas, am I supposed to be impressed?

- Ah, no, no, no.

Temptations of Satan, Marc.

Calling me

Satan, jack?

So, uh, what, you'll fill my belly

with rich foods and fine wines,

and in my sated state, I'll give myself

over to Orson Welles and his stage of glass?

- Is that it?

- No, I'm not talking about me.

I'm talking about

the follies of politics.

We can discuss it

over a frankfurter, if you like.

- Orson, discuss the play.

That is why we're here.

- What is the prevailing wisdom here?

- Sometime next month.

The League of Nations

is applying pressure.

- Yes. Suddenly, everybody cares about Ethiopia.

- Ha!

Suddenly, Haile Selassie

is an intelligent, rational leader.

Doing business with you has

been so important to Mussolini.

An embargo, it would be

so harmful to our cause.

Another example of rampant socialism

run amok in this administration.

Well, perhaps

we could ship product now...

and stockpile in anticipation

of the worst.

Stockpile?

- Ah.

- jack.

- Let's talk about prostitution and your connection with it.

- Well, do you have evidence?

- Not of the loins, my boy. Of the soul.

- Oh, boy!

- How was Cradle Will Rock?

- Very good, funny.

- It's a nightmare.

- Nightmare? Why?

Pro-union.

How's the inquisition going?

I just don't understand. All these

people testifying sound nuts, loony.

Well, take notes. Are the reviews for

The Revolt of the Beavers in?

- No.

- Let me know when they come.

But she is

a representative of the party...

and they hobnob indiscriminately

with them,

throwing parties with them

right and left.

Did you report it to Trudy Goodrich?

Yes. She said she felt very

sorry that I felt that way about it,

because she personally encouraged

Negro attention on all occasions...

and went out with them or

with any Negro who asked her to.

They're getting it all wrong. Their

emphasis is on morals, not politics.

Don't they understand everybody lusts?

They're not...

going to stop corruption in the program

because people are fornicating in it.

This is about Communism,

not immoral procreation.

- I agree with you, Hazel.

- I must get called for this committee.

Oh, you would be fantastic.

- Mr. Crickshaw?

- Yes?

Is it time for our tutorial?

I can't come right now.

Uh... Tutorial was cancelled.

- Work together privately, and I will review.

- May we use the stage?

- Yes.

- Yea!

How long do you suppose

you can whore your talents...

before you're used up and unwanted?

- Whore my talents, eh?

- I'm sorry. Who is the sponsor of The Shadow?

- I think of them as my patrons.

- His corporate Medicis.

They pay well, Marc, and with

that money I pay for the theater.

I buy props that the federal

government won't approve.

- Right.

- Costumes, makeup, set pieces, puppets.

- I feed my friends, get my actors drunk.

- You're such a god, Orson.

There's nothing wrong

with money, Marc.

Everybody digs that beat.

Everybody wants in. It's all the rage.

Even the boys in the Kremlin

are starting to roll around in it.

You think Mr. Stalin is eating

the same meal as a factory worker?

- No. We call it the Ritz and you call it the Comintern Club!

- I have no problem with money.

- I need it like everybody else does.

- Yeah, yeah.

The question is what will you do for

the money. Where do you draw the line?

Good question.

That's what my play is about.

Cradle Will Rock is about prostitution.

Prostitution of education, of the press,

of the courts, and the most important...

- The Rothschild '29.

- Most important for you and me, Orson,

prostitution

of the artist.

Where do you draw the line?

Do you draw the line?

How long before you're

doing soap commercials?

- Well, this is going extremely well.

- jack.

I do hope you don't mind me interrupting,

but I was frightfully bored at my table.

- And I was thoroughly excluded.

- Not at all. Please, please, join us.

- Orson, darling.

- Ah.

We were just creating an insurmountable

tension for our working relationship.

Hey, birthday boy!

Come over here.

Hey! Hey!

- Hi. Oh.

- You're late for your own son's birthday.

I had to learn a song.

I have an audition tonight.

With Welles, huh?

How's Orson Welles doing, huh?

"The Shadow knows. "

Big shot, eh?

You thinka you a big shot?

Yes, Congressman Dies. "The Living

Newspaper" is the name of the project.

They write nothing else

but propaganda plays.

They write the plays produced

by the theater project?

- Yes, sir.

- And they produce them too?

- They write and produce them.

- They are on the federal payroll?

They are on the federal payroll,

each one. I don't know about this.

- You don't know about this? Me?

- You.

- I don't want to be rude, but this is distracting.

- Distracting?

- Can you stop him? Yes, you.

- Stop me? What gives?

Please, Mr. Crickshaw.

- No, Tommy.

- I would rather just do it with you.

Can we be alone?

- Oh! Me. just me.

- Yes.

- Yes.

- Ah, yes.

- I can do the congressman.

- Yes.

I beg your pardon, Miss Huffman.

Please continue.

It looks like summer weather

There's a fine warm sun

Truth is, I don't think of

anything when I'm singing.

I don't think about

how hungry I am, or how cold.

I can even be singing about sad things

and I feel all lifted up.

You love to sing.

Makes you warm,

makes you forget.

You have beautiful eyes.

Oh.

Why were you

crying before?

- When?

- When we danced. Was I that bad a dancer?

No.

No, it's nothing.

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