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INT. STIFEL THEATRE - 1951 - NIGHT

Sally Lodger:
Hello, I’m Sally and these are my children Francine and Gerald

Vincent Stickley: Hello Jane, Francine and Gerald, I’m Vincent

Jane Lodger:
You’re On

Vincent Stickley: Okay

Announcer:
Ladies and Gentlemen, Mister Vincent Stickley

Vincent Stickley: That old black magic has me in it's spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

Those icy fingers up and down my spine

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts it's slide

And down and down I go

Round and round I go

Like a leaf that's caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name, and I'm aflame

A flame with such a burning desire

That only your kiss can put out the fire

'Cause you're the lover I have waited for

The mate that fate had me created for

And every time you lips meet mine

Darling, down and down I go

Round and round I go

In that spin of love that I am in

Under that old black magic of love

INT. STIFEL THEATRE - 1951 - NIGHT

Jane Lodger:
I always figured Violet and Carl would end up

with the Secretary of the Treasury.

Simon Williams:
Snap out of it. Don't let

a little thing get you down.

You're Jane Lodger, aren't you?

Donald Lockwood's an actor, isn't he?

What's the first thing an actor learns?

The show must go on!

Come rain, come shine, come snow,

come sleet, the show must go on!

Announcer:
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Lodger-Williams Family

Simon:
Have you seen the well to do

Up and down Park Avenue

On that famous thoroughfare

With their noses in the air

Lodger Sisters:
High hats and narrow collars

Williams Brothers: White spats and lots of dollars

Lodger Sisters:
Spending every dime

Williams Brothers: For a wonderful time

Williams Brothers: Now, if you're blue

And you don't know where to go to

Why don't you go where fashion sits

Puttin' on the Ritz

Lodger Sisters:
Different types who wear a day coat

Pants with stripes and cutaway coat

Perfect fits

Puttin' on the Ritz

Lodger-Williams Siblings: Dressed up like a million dollar trooper

Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper

Super duper

Lodger-Williams Siblings: Come, let's mix where Rockefeller's

Walk with sticks or "umbrellas"

In their mitts

Puttin' on the Ritz

Williams Brothers: Now, if you're blue

And you don't know where to go to

Why don't you go where fashion sits

Puttin' on the Ritz

Lodger Sisters:
Different types who wear a day coat

Pants with stripes and cutaway coat

Perfect fits

Puttin' on the Ritz

Lodger-Williams Siblings: Dressed up like a million dollar trooper

Trying mighty hard to look like super duper

Mr. Cooper

Lodger-Williams Siblings: Come, let's mix where Rockefeller's

Walk with sticks or "umbrellas"

In their mitts

Puttin' on the Ritz

INT. 15 Portland Pl, Saint Louis, MO 63108 - 1951 - MORNING

Sally Lodger:
Lovely, Lovely, Morning, Violet

Violet Lodger:
Indeed, Sally. Here’s a joke, Where do you on this mansion

Sally:
I don’t know

Violet:
Right here at St. Louis

INT. 15 Portland Pl, Saint Louis, MO 63108 - 1951 - NIGHT

TV Announcer:
Ladies and Gentlemen, Here He Is, Sally Lodgers

Reporters:
We are here to interview a lady known to you because of her ability as the glamorous, amorous lady they call...

Hillary Williams: She's expecting you gentlemen, won't you please come in?

Reporters:
Now we don't mean Greta and we don't mean Bette or Loretta or the Song of Bernadetta. We mean the fabulous, fabulous lady they call...

Regina Williams:
The other gentlemen are here. Please come in.

Reporters:
She's new; she's perfection; she's headlines; she's hot! And in advance the critics are all in accord - she's gonna win the next academy award. All her fans will be delighted, not to mention quite excited at her personal appearance presently. She's stupendious, tremendious, collosical, teriffical, she's got it! But, definitely! The glamorous, amorous lady they call...

Sally Lodger:
Flibbins, what is all this?

Lodger-Williams Mothers: The gentlemen of the press, my lady.

Sally Lodger:
Darlings! How utterly charming of you to have dropped in like this! How delightfully informal of you to have dropped in like this! I mean, how perfectly marvelous of you to have... Well, you have dropped in, haven't you? And I... Well, gentlemen, you have caught me pitifully unprepared. And now, you may rise. And now, you may rise... Up, up! Come, get up, get up, get up, get up! Let's get on with it. There, now, that's better, isn't it?

Reporters:
babbling, murmuring...

Sally Lodger:
Gentlemen of the press... Members of the fourth estate... What can I do for you? Tell me, pray do.

Reporters:
Oh glamorous lady, oh amorous lady, oh hamorous lady, here's to you. And humbly we're here to... Quite mumbly we're here to... Hum-drumly we're here to interview you. We're here to pry into your private life. We're here to seek your every secret. We're here to scoop a scoop, obviously. What is your next vehicle to be?

Sally Lodger:
This is much too much. A sort of a bit of a go and touch. But, confidentially, gentelmen - and this is off the record of course...

Reporters:
Of course!

Sally Lodger:
But, about my next picture - I'm faced with a curious problem. Shall I always be dramatic, biographically emphatic? Should I devote my life to the legitimate art? Or should I do what I'd adore so, do my acting with my torso, and give all the natives a start? Must the roles I play be tragic, full of Oscar-winning magic, should I drink the cup of drama to its dregs? Or do you think it is permissable to be for once quite kissable and give them a peep of my leg?

I'd like to be a pinup girl, a cheesecake girl too. And what is Ginger Rogers that I am not? And what has Betty Grable got that I haven't got? Oh, the cinema must exhibit me in roles that so inhibit me, I feel, well I feel just like a soldier out of step! There! But, would the episode outlive me, would my public quite forgive me if I tried to show the world I'm really hep? But, now you darlings, you adorable dear, dear boys, I'm going to tell you all about my next picture... What is my next picture? No, no, don't tell me! Don't tell me! Shhhh!

(shuffling through pile of manuscripts on table) Madame Crematante!

Madame Crematante, gentlemen, will be a monumental biographical tribute to a monumental biographical woman who toiled, searched, starved, slaved, suffered, pioneered so that the world - you and I - could reap the benefits of her magnificent discovery, the safety pin!

The story starts in a dark, dank, dingy tenement in Amsterdam, Holland you know, in the flat of a poor, impoverished family, but of rather good antecedants. Gretchen Crematante was a very brave and noble woman who, against the wishes of her father, the Baron, you know, married this young inventor who didn't have a sou! Penniless!

And there they were in Amsterdam!

Reporters:
In Amsterdam?

Sally Lodger:
Yes, there they were in a dark and dingy tenement flat with no food and no heat and no money for to pay the rent. But did they care?

Reporters:
No, they don't care!

Sally Lodger:
Madame Crematante, she don't care! Cuz she seen the light just the other day since then she been tryin' for to find a way for to bring to the world a big invent, and so she did!

Reporters:
And so she did!

Sally Lodger:
Whoop dee doodee, Madame Crematante did! She toiled and strived and sweat and slaved, a stretchin' her mind and beginnin' to rave, but the price she paid was worth the pain, for on a cold and frosty morn, the safety pin was born!

Sally Lodger and Reporters: Halelujah, etc.

Shout Halelujah and a big amen for the lady with the safety pin. She really rocks about and gives what more do you want?

Hallelujah

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