Next Stop, Greenwich Village Page #8

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[Laughs]

- So I became a furniture salesman instead.

- [Laughs]

Come on, kid.

- What was your name again?

- Lapinsky. Larry Lapinsky.

Good. Tell the girl

to send another actor in.

- Okay. Thanks a lot, Mr. Weinberg.

- You'll be hearing from us.

## [Scatting]

- Hey, what's happening?

- Another suicide by Anita Cunningham.

Next time. I'm delivering

a lecture tonight.

## [Scatting]

[Horn Honking]

[Chattering]

Hello, Anita.

Anita, where are you?

I don't smell any gas.

Whoo!

I smell cat piss.

Where are you?

Anita?

Timmy. Timmy, bubelah,

talk to me. Where is she?

This is your Aunt Connie.

Where is Anita?

Tell me. Just tell me,

where is Anita?

Speak to me, bubelah.

Speak to me.

- Where is she?

- [Chattering, Laughing]

- Timmy, talk to me.

- She's dead.

What?

She's dead.

Don't. Don't go in there.

It's very bloody.

What are you

talking about?

She cut her throat.

Larry, call the police.

It's my fault.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

[Larry] Connect me with the police.

This is an emergency.

Yes, I'd like

to report a suicide.

You know where I first met her?

She was married

to a poet named Millstein.

He was a house painter,

so I hired him to paint my living room.

I didn't know Anita.

[Laughing]

I didn't know Millstein.

So he comes over

and I tell him...

to paint the living room

off-white.

You know how tall

Anita is?

Millstein was

a head taller.

- He was like an eagle.

- They're coming.

Yeah. So, he started

painting the room...

and, uh, I went

into the bathroom to read.

About an hour later

I come back to see...

maybe he wants coffee,

something.

I walk out, I see the room doesn't

look as if it's been painted at all.

And I see that he is

dipping his brush into thin air...

right next

to the can of paint.

He is painting the wall

with make-believe paint.

So l... I, uh... I called his house

and Anita answered.

And she came over

and she took him home.

And that, my dears,

is how I met Anita Cunningham.

[Man] All right, put us on a bell,

please, and let's have quiet.

- [Bell Rings]

- Let's have real quiet this time.

- [Man #1] Okay, Arthur?

- [Man #2] Yeah, looks good.

Give him another on the nose.

He's too shiny.

[Weinberg]

Let's go, let's go.

[Man #2] Come on, let's have

some quiet here. Come on.

- You ready?

- Anytime, sir.

- All right, roll sound.

- Speed.

Sticks.

Screen test number seven, Larry Lapinsky.

Take one, sound one.

How old are you, Larry?

I'm 16 years old, man...

16 going on 23.

- Where you from, Larry?

- Brownsville... Murder Incorporated territory.

Larry, have you

any film experience?

Yeah. I made

two pictures last year...

one like this,

and one like this.

You're a funny guy,

eh?

I never made any movies,

but I been in a lot of plays...

both on and off Broadway...

and I'm in the Studio... the Actors Studio

with Marlon Brando.

- That so?

- Yeah, man.

Studio's the greatest.

What have you done

on Broadway?

I was in Mister Roberts.

I was in it for three months.

- What'd you play?

- Played a sailor.

You know, like one of the kids.

Like a tough kid sailor.

Larry, would you

slowly turn your head...

so we can see you full face

and both profiles.

With pleasure, man.

[Man] Sid, can I see

the right profile again?

[Sid] Oh, yeah. Would you give us

the right profile again?

Yeah. Front, Larry.

I have 10 seconds left

on your test, Larry Lapinsky.

Anything more

you want to say?

Yeah, sure.

Not only do I think

I could do a great job in this picture...

but I am also starving

and I could really use the work.

[Laughing]

Cut.

You're very funny.

- I think I was really nervous.

- No, no, no, you were very good.

Set up for the next test,

will you, Paul?

You'll hear from us

in a couple of weeks...

as soon as they see the film

on the Coast.

Thanks a lot,

Mr. Weinberg.

Paul, I said I wanted it quiet.

It was awfully noisy in that last take.

That was very, very noisy.

It's continuing.

It doesn't stop

and it's getting boring.

Lou, I don't want

to pick you out...

- but you're making noise

off-camera with the slate.

- Okay.

If you want to chalk it,

chalk it when the thing is over.

- It's really boring.

- You holler for lunch...

Hey, don't you tell me

who I holler for.

- I'll take care of the slate.

- Please, please.

- Wait a minute, now.

- [All Talking]

[Indistinct Chatter]

That was very smart,

wearing the jacket.

- Hey, how you doing? Thanks.

- You were funny.

- Yeah, but was I any good?

- You shouldn't have lied about being in the Studio.

Hey, man, I really

need the job, huh?

- I don't think that's very funny.

- I didn't mean...

- I'm sorry, Charlie.

- Clyde. My name is Clyde Baxter.

Clyde.

I'm sorry, Clyde.

Good luck.

Will you shut that door,

please, kid?

I mean, I hope he gets the job.

I hope everybody gets the job.

[Paul] Could you please be a little quiet there?

We're trying to make a shot now.

On the...

Yeah, we're being quiet.

It's not "we. '"

It's you, sir.

You are making noise,

and you're not being quiet.

I don't like being singled out,

if that's what you're trying to do.

Who do you want me

to single out?

- Is this a quiz?

- What is your name, please?

- My name is Baxter.

- And are you here to audition for the part?

Yes, I am here

to audition for the part.

- I think you've failed your a-a-audition.

- I failed my a-a-a...

Get off the set.

Beat it. Out.

Yeah, fine.

It's fine with me.

- Shut the door on your way out.

- Yeah, fine.

All right, Sid,

you ready?

- [Weinberg] Okay.

- [Paul] Action.

[Man's Voice]

Screen test, Larry Lapinsky.

Take one, sound one.

- [Slate Claps]

- [Man #2] Action.!

We ride. Clear my head.

We drive through the night.

When you mow down the night

with your headlights, nobody gets you.

You're on top of the world then.

Nobody laughs.

That's it. Speed.

We're off the Earth. Unconnected.

Nothing. Useless.

No, we have each other,

two together...

No! We have each other,

two together.

- Mom.

- We have each other.

Somewhere there are happy

boys and girls...

- who'll teach us their way of life.

- I love you, Lorna.

Oh, Joe, we'll find a city

where poverty is no shame...

and music is no crime.

[Man]

Cut.! Cut.!

Print that.!

Fantastic.!

[Man's Voice]

Screen test, Larry Lapinsky.

- Take two, sound two.

- [Slate Claps]

To be or not to be...

that is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler

in the mind...

to suffer

the slings and arrows...

- Be a doctor!

- Of outrageous fortune...

- You schmuck face!

- And by opposing, end them.

Larry Lapinsky, you stink.

To sleep...

[Gasps]

[Sighs]

Come in.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Larry]

Hi.

- Good morning.

- Where is he?

- Under the covers.

- Bernstein.

He won't speak.

He had a fight

with the sailor...

so he came over last night,

we cried...

then he got into bed,

pulled the covers over his head...

and basta,

that's been it.

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