Mommie Dearest Page #2

I learned early.

Life goes by too damn fast.

You've got to know how to compete and win.

I don't want her growing up a spoiled Hollywood brat,

just because she's Crawford's daughter.

Ah... It's lovely.

Isn't it?

Yes, it is.

It's a great Sunday at home...

With a star.

Oh... Ha ha.

You know, we hardly ever have

nice days like this anymore.

I've got an appointment.

They call, you run.

Who calls, I run?

Nobody.

Then why do you say that?

Because I'm damn mad at you!

Why?

Look, this script is the best script the studio has,

and it hasn't been offered to me.

You could help.

Joan, that's Mayer's business.

I never tell a man I respect how to run his business.

They think I'm slipping.

Are you?

No.

So?

Yes.

I just want that part.

Mm-hmm.

I want you, too.

You got me.

Have a good time, Tina.

Thanks, uncle Greg.

I love you.

Ah...

Who wants to go swimming?

I do!

I'll race you.

On your mark,

get set,

go!

[Panting]

Again?

[Breathing heavily]

I'll give you a bigger head start.

Come on, Tina.

On your mark,

get set...

And go!

[Coughing]

Ah, you lost again.

It's not fair.

You're bigger than I am.

It's not fair to win twice.

Ah, but nobody ever said that life was fair, Tina.

I'm bigger, and I'm faster.

I will always beat you.

Then I'm not going to play with you anymore.

Ever!

Don't you ever

use that tone of voice with me, missy!

Who do you think you're talking to?

I'll tell you what you're going to do.

You're going to march yourself upstairs to your room

and you will stay there until I tell you to come out!

No, I won't!

No, you won't?

Yes, you will!

Ow! Ow!

Now, go up--

I won't go!

All right, all right!

I won't go!

You will stay in here until you are ready to behave--

I won't!

And to apologize!

I won't!

In!

Aah!

Mommie!

[Breathing hard]

Fans should know the price you pay.

Mayer should know the price I pay.

The biggest female star he's got,

ever had,

and he's burying me alive.

He's not going to beat me.

I will survive. I will survive. I will survive.

I will survive. I will survive. I will survive.

Where's Tina?

She'll be down in a minute, Miss Crawford.

Hello, darling.

[Kiss]

Oh, god.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello.

Oh...

Oh, yes, sir. Joan.

Who?

At this hour?

It's Mr. savitt

calling from Mr. Mayer's office.

Greg, darling...

Hello.

Is anything wrong?

We had to settle a little labor problem,

so we had to set a little early meeting.

By the way,

Mayer thinks you'd be wonderful

in the picture you wanted.

What? Wh-what, Greg?

I tried to talk him out of it, but I couldn't.

Oh, Greg! No, Greg, wait!

Good-bye.

No, Greg!

Wait, Greg!

Oh!

Greg!

Carol Ann!

Oh!

I've got it!

Oh!

I've got it!

I've got it!

I've got it!

Ahhh!

[Laughing]

Christina!

Christina, darling, guess what.

Oh, yes...

It was thrilling.

I'm so grateful to you all,

my wonderful fans...

Who've made me a star.

Oh, yes. It was thrilling.

I'm so grateful to you all.

My wonderful fans who have made me a star!

Mommie!

What do you think you're doing?

Nothing, mommie.

I was just-- just playing.

What do you mean, playing?

Pawing through my things...

Making fun of me?

I wasn't making fun of you.

I was just trying to--

I was acting.

Playacting.

Like you're always doing.

Look at yourself.

Give me that.

Ow!

What have you done to your--

Tina, what have you put on your hair?

What have you done to this damn hair?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

It was just setting lotion.

Oh, mommie, ow!

Ohhh!

What are you doing?

Oh, mommie, don't!

Don't you tell me what I'm doing.

Oh, no. Mommie, I look awful!

I know you look awful.

You be quiet!

You're always rummaging through my drawers.

Trying to find a way to make people look at you?

Why are you always looking at yourself in the mirror?

Why are you? Tell me!

You sit still now.

I'm going to teach you, you're vain, spoiled.

Mommie, I can't go to school like this.

I'd rather you go bald to school

than looking like a tramp.

[Crying]

No, mommie, please!

Why?

Mommie, I can't go to school like this.

Mommie, please!

You spoiled it.

You spoiled it just like I spoiled you!

Please!

Mom!

Aah, aah, aah.

[Sobbing]

[Sobbing]

Joan Crawford!

[Fans screaming]

Joan Crawford! Joan Crawford!

Take it easy.

Good evening, Miss Crawford.

Good evening.

Welcome.

Your booth is ready.

Excuse me.

Well, I'm glad to see they finally let go of you.

I was about to send out a rescue party.

Hello, L.B. What a pleasant surprise.

Joanie, I want you to meet a few

financial friends from New York.

They're bankers.

Mr. Lubin, Mr. dodd.

It's a pleasure.

Mr. lubin, Mr. dodd.

Please, sit down. Join us.

My daughter Helen

would love to have your signature, Miss Crawford.

Of course.

You see, she didn't ask for L.B. Mayer's signature.

That's because she's not as smart as her father.

Ha ha ha!

She doesn't know that you are the king.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Come join us. We're having dinner.

You're one of the reasons bankers love Metro.

Thank you, L.B., but our table is ready.

I insist.

You're aces, Joanie.

I'm glad you think that, L.B.,

because aces beat kings.

Ha ha ha!

Not in Hollywood, dear.

I'm sure you'll find the interest arrangements

quite agreeable.

That'll be just fine, L.B.

We'll all meet in New York, hmm?

Hauling me over to Mayer's table

like some picked-up floozy!

Or one of those starlets,

out to give the big shots a nice night in town.

Is that what you think of me?

How many drinks is that?

Oh.

When you were a kid, that made you look sexy.

Now it just makes you look drunk.

I may as well have "property of MGM"

tattooed on my backside!

And damn it, perino's is my place.

Nobody wanted my signature, so I just walked in.

You expect me to ignore my fans?

They're life and death to me, baby.

They're the ones who really make me.

I expect you to walk in with me

and sit down at your table with me!

Then Mayer would have to bring his bankers over,

introduce them, and get your autograph and leave!

That's what you should've done!

Maybe that's what I would've done

if you'd been nice enough to stay out there with me,

help me through the crowd and into the restaurant

like a gentleman!

Why are you screaming?

Because I'm damn mad!

Damn it, Greg.

How can you put Mayer over me?

You know that son of a b*tch is

trying to destroy my career.

If your career's in trouble,

it has nothing to do with him.

Then what is it?

You were always the shop girl

who fought her way to the top,

made a great success.

Well, you're not a little shop girl anymore.

Now that's the truth, to face and deal with...

If you want to survive.

The truth is, you're getting old.

Yeah.

You're nothing but a rotten, crooked lawyer,

supplying the grease that makes

this shitty movie business work.

You think your life's a mystery.

There isn't a dirty cover-up in this entire business

that I don't know about,

and your hand is in every one of them!

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