For Your Consideration Page #5

Oh, God, it's plenty.

You're lucky to be alive.

And now, Chuck Porter and Cindy Martin.

Well, the much-awaited,

star-studded Hollywood epic...

...The Pride of Plymouth Rock

opens soon...

...and this is one film every patriotic

American has been waiting for.

I'll tell you what, Chuck.

Its two megastars,

Cynthia Chapman and Jim Beyman...

...may command the highest salaries

in Hollywood...

...but can all that money buy them

a coveted Best Actor and Actress award?

Oh, look, Daniel.

Gaze upon this bountiful

and beauteous place.

The Lord hath surely guided us

to this New World...

...so that we may till its fertile soil

and plant the seeds of a new life.

Oh, Daniel, let us seize

this glorious moment, now and forever...

...and commit ourselves to do his service

and to love each other, you and I.

I love you, Sarah.

And I you.

Wow, well, I say, dust off the mantle,

Jim and Cynthia.

This could be your year.

That film has a budget of almost

300 million.

My gosh, just how much does

a funny-looking hat cost anyway?

- Liz.

- Hey! Hi!

You look so good.

I'm so glad you could make it tonight.

- Oh, me too.

- Thank you.

I finally get off early and you're here.

I'm so happy.

- You look beautiful.

- Oh, thank you.

Thanks. You know, I'm glowing

because I have very big news.

What?

First, you're never gonna guess

who I ran into today.

I went to Shoe Barn

because I wanted to get a strappy sandal...

...something open-toed and kind of sexy,

kind of loose.

And you'll never believe

who was the salesman.

Take a wild guess.

Your gynecologist.

No. Zach. From Sisters of Stone?

- Remember?

- I'll never remember, but go on.

He's running naked through tombstones.

He finds out he's gay.

- It's a full moon and he--

- Sort of. Is he still acting?

No, he's selling shoes,

but we just had this incredible connection.

He was cradling my instep

and looked me in--

Oh, the one with the breath.

The one with the breath.

How was it today?

He'd have to have had his guts removed

and his teeth to have it better.

- Does he still stink?

- He doesn't, he's fine.

God, that was the smell of sin.

It was. But he's-- So he looks good?

Yeah. Yeah, he looks good.

Well, he was at your feet.

Not up...

It's a good thing

he's not a hat salesman.

I had some wonderful news today too.

What?

What is it?

I think I might get nominated

for an Oscar.

Oh, my God! Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

- Yes!

I could see it. I could see us.

A little piece of land,

far away from here...

...you teaching acting class

somewhere in town--

- No, that's too far.

- What?

The fantasy had gone too far?

It wasn't the apple in the tree...

...but the pear on the ground

that caused all the trouble.

Morning, kids.

- Hi, Corey.

- Hi, Corey.

- Big day?

- For her it is.

She shoots her big scene with Marilyn.

Big day for all of you.

No. I have, like, two exteriors with Victor

and then I'm done.

You haven't heard the rumor?

No.

Do you kids like to use

the World Wide "Interweb"?

The Internet?

- It's the Internet.

- Yep.

We do. We know what it is.

Well, there was an item

published on the--

Internet.

--and it mentions very favorably

this little picture...

...and in particular, your colleague,

Marilyn Hack.

- Good for her.

- That's so great.

In further "particularlyness,"

a possible Oscar nomination.

- For Marilyn?

- For Marilyn Hack.

That's so cool.

- For Home for Purim?

- Home for Purim.

- That's great.

- That's great for her.

Chew upon that.

- See you, Corey.

- Yup.

--days in this scene...

- Oh, my, this is too much.

- ...I need to know the script count...

- Too much.

What? What do you have?

I told you there was a blurb

on the Internet.

- Oh, did you get it?

- I did.

- Tell me.

- That lovely AD printed it off.

- They can do that now.

- On his own!

- On some connection?

- He has a machine...

- ...and a cord right out of his computer.

- To a printer?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Amazing.

And now I have it here on paper.

Real paper.

It's short, but it's powerful.

"Marilyn shines in Home for Purim.

The role of Esther,

like her biblical namesake...

...is laden with the riches

of complexity...

...and guilt as old as the parchment

on which the Purim story was written.

- Yes?

- In the hands of anyone less capable...

...the casting would be criminal.

But Marilyn Hack is delivering a performance

sculpted by tools...

...in whose hands only the most

experienced craftsmen should handle...

...a performance that could only be

described as Oscar-worthy."

Hello. Well, how about

getting it right, for once?

- It's very nice.

- It's crazy.

He's right. I could have written that.

- Did you?

- I could have.

Could have been your nocturnal labors.

What's my nom de plume?

Remind me.

It's just a bit silly about the Oscar stuff,

don't you think?

Silly? It's the backbone of this industry.

An industry noted

for not having a backbone.

The problem is, there's not enough

pageantry anymore.

People want pizzazz,

they want pageantry.

They want more red carpet, not less.

And what's wrong with that?

And settle in. Roll sound. Okay. Rain up.

And action.

The air is as heavy

as a magnolia blossom...

...with the weight of a thousand teardrops

on its petal.

If you're waiting for forgiveness, Rachel,

I don't believe I can muster the strength.

It don't much matter now, Mama.

It don't much matter who forgives who.

What?

What did I do that was so wrong?

Wanting my daughter to grow up

to be a mama of her own...

...with a houseful of babies

and a decent man...

...to cherish and take care of?

You just didn't want the boys around,

Rachel.

What kind of girl

doesn't want to meet a nice fella?

I only invited the best ones over,

the ones whose daddies were professionals.

There wasn't a nebbish in the group.

But you wouldn't have it.

You wouldn't have any of it.

And so you ran.

You ran and tore a chapter

out of your family's life...

...and a piece out of my heart.

I was screaming, Mama,

but you couldn't hear me.

And you couldn't see me

for who I was.

I didn't want your life.

I didn't wanna be in a kitchen...

...with the brisket or the fish balls

or the kreplach or the kugel...

...or go out with boys that turn into men

I don't want to marry.

It was all fershteit.

I am not you, Mama.

I am me, Rachel Pischer.

And, oh, yes, I did meet a nice fella.

Her name is Mary Pat.

Oy gevalt, what have I done?

- Hi, kids.

- Hi, Corey.

Excuse me. Miss Hack, Miss Hack,

permission to speak with you?

- Of course. How are you on this fine day?

- I'm very well, thank you.

I just got off the phone with

the segment producer from Wake Up L.A.

Guess who they want on their show

tomorrow morning.

- Oh, Corey, you think you're ready?

- No, not me. You.

- Marilyn Hack.

- No.

You and Victor Allan Miller.

- Oh, Corey.

- Yeah. Yeah.

You have no idea how difficult it has been

to get people on the phone.

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