Hail, Caesar! Page #6
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Very good, very good, let’s try one
shall we?
HOBIE:
Sure, I’ll give her a go.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Wonderful, splendid.
(turns away but turns back
with a thought)
The only thing I would suggest is,
before your first line, you respond
to her line with a mirthless
chuckle.
HOBIE:
A mirthless chuckle.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Yes, given your unspoken suspicions
about Allegra, a mirthless chuckle.
31.
HOBIE:
Okay, Mr. Laurence, I’ll give it
a——
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Laurentz.
HOBIE:
Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, Mr. Laurentz.
I’ll give it a shot.
THROUGH FILM:
A clapper-boy ID’s and whacks a slate on “Merrily We Dance.”
Laurence Laurentz’s voice calls “Action!”
Those assembled in the parlor come to life in a pantomime of
civilized conviviality, chatting and laughing.
Hobie enters, an uneasy backward glance referring perhaps to
the unseen grip.
DIERDRE:
Oh, Monty! Come join me on the
divan!
Briefest who-me confusion from Hobie. With a quick recovery
he manages a fairly casual saunter to the couch where he
plants himself——not close to Dierdre. She slides over to
close the gap between them, and she is now all warmth and
sympathy. Her voice is musical and upper-crust:
DIERDRE (CONT’D)
It seems Allegra's a no-show, which
is simply a bore, but I can partner
you in bridge.
(reacting to him)
Why the pout?
Gazing at the floor, Hobie gives a short loud laugh that
sounds like a Heimlich-expulsion. A flinch from the actress.
Hobie’s grin abruptly drops, and, still gazing at the floor:
HOBIE:
Would that it were sooooo...
simple.
A beat, the actress looking at him, Hobie looking at the
floor.
The beat grows longer... longer...
Voice of Laurence Laurentz: “Cut!”
32.
We cut to Laurence Laurentz sitting in his director’s chair,
mouth slightly open, staring without expression as he tries
to frame his notes.
He abruptly rises and walks into the set to join Hobie.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Very good——wonderful in fact. But
let’s try it a little differently
this time——
HOBIE:
Sure.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
——let’s try, well let’s see, first
of all why don’t we dispense with
the mirthless chuckle.
HOBIE:
No mirthless chuckle.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
No, no need, really——it was a bad
idea, bad directorial——my fault,
overthinking the thing.
HOBIE:
Well if you say so, but I’m happy
to do another——maybe try her one
more time——I mean if you want that
chuckle I sure wanna give her to
ya——
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
No no no, completely unnecessary
under the circumstances, I think
the audience can to that extent
read your thoughts, and will assume
your mirthlessness.
HOBIE:
Okay, you’re the bossman, Mr.
Laurence.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Laurentz.
HOBIE:
Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, Mr. Laurentz——
33.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Also, let’s try, this time,
actually looking at Dierdre as we
speak, looking into her eyes, and
speaking our line with a certain...
ruefulness.
Hobie nods agreement.
HOBIE:
Ruefulness, okay.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Yes. Because it’s not so simple.
Not so simple as she suggests.
HOBIE:
Okay.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Your feelings are not so simple.
HOBIE:
Nawsir. Okay.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Splendid.
THROUGH FILM:
A clapper-boy ID’s and whacks a slate on “Merrily We Dance”
identifying the scene number and Take 2.
Laurence Laurentz’s voice calls “Action!”
Those assembled in the parlor come to life in a pantomime of
civilized conviviality, chatting and laughing.
Hobie enters.
DIERDRE:
Oh, Monty! Come join me on the
divan!
Smoothly this time, Hobie joins her on the sofa. When he sits
he is still not close; she slides to him. The same music in
her intonation:
DIERDRE (CONT’D)
It seems Allegra's a no-show, which
is simply a bore, but I can partner
you in bridge.
(reacting to him)
Why the pout?
34.
Hobie looks at her, somewhat shifty-eyed, not comfortable
with the eye contact.
HOBIE:
(rueful)
Would that?
(slight beat; sad head-
shake)
It were soooo... simple.
Voice of Laurence Laurentz: “Cut!”
Hobie looks hopefully to the approaching Laurence Laurentz.
The director, feeling his look, puts on a smile.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Good, very good. Wonderful, in
fact. Let’s try, this time...
He balls a fist and brings it to his mouth and stares at the
floor, thinking.
Hobie waits, gazing up at him.
At length:
LAURENCE LAURENTZ (CONT’D)
All right, let’s try this, your
line, just say it as I say it, say
your line exactly as I’m about to.
Just as I’m about to do.
HOBIE:
Sure, okay.
Beat to focus attention, and then:
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
(rueful, and British-
accented)
Would that it’were so simple.
HOBIE:
Would that ih twuuuuuuh, so simple.
Laurence Laurentz stares at him.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
My dear boy, why do you say
that——why do you say, “twuuuuuh”?
HOBIE:
Well you said, say it like I say
it.
35.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Yes but——
HOBIE:
Would that it twuuuuuuh, so simple.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Would that it’were so simple.
HOBIE:
Would that ih twuuuuuh, so simple.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Would that it’were so simple.
HOBIE:
Okay, I’m tryin to do that, Mr.
Laurentz——
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Laurence.
HOBIE:
I thought——um, a minute ago it was
Laurentz——
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
We can use Christian names, my good
dear boy. Laurence is fine——
HOBIE:
Okay.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
——just as I call you Hobie. So,
“Would that it’were so simple.”
Trippingly.
HOBIE:
Would that it twuuuuh——
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
You seem to be lingering, it’s
interminable——
HOBIE:
Oh gosh.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
——I’m wondering when it’ll end, the
“were,” and we shouldn’t have to
wonder, should we, we should be
marching right along to “so
simple”!
36.
HOBIE:
Would that ih...
(after hesitating, rushed)
twersasimple. Twersasimple.
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Would that it were so simple. Not
“simple!” Just...
(relaxed)
simmple.
HOBIE:
Simmmple. Simmmple. Gosh, I can’t
seem to cinch m’saddle up on
this’n, Larry——
LAURENCE LAURENTZ
Larry! Good God, Christian names,
yes, but not Larry.
FROM A HIGH BLUFF
We are looking down into a hidden box cove of the Pacific
Ocean, rugged and secluded. Surf pounds into the teeth of
jagged rocks just offshore. Nestled in the canyon just above
the cove’s tiny beach is a modernist octahedral beach house.
The “Al’s Linen’s” truck is parked where the beach road ends
just in front of the house. The goon from inside the truck
now has Baird Whitlock in a fireman’s carry, taking him to
the house’s front door.
We jump down close——the surf louder here——as the goon knocks.
The knock brings furious dog-yapping from inside the house.
We are close on Baird’s head upside-down against the big
man’s back. Just past the two men the door swings open, and
as the big man steps in he turns to negotiate Baird’s body
through the doorway, Baird’s sandaled legs sweeping toward
us.
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