Paris - When It Sizzles Page #4
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l mean, he's a perfect... stranger.
Miss Simpson, nobody's perfect.
Why, he asks, as they dance
and dance and dance,
are you so sad
when everyone is so gay?
And then a suggestion
from the mysterious stranger.
lf you try raising your upper lip,
you might at least create
the illusion of a smile.
That being somewhat of a disaster,
he really has to turn on the charm.
Do you know the word serendipity,
he asks. She shakes her head.
- What does it mean?
- Why, Miss Simpson, l'm surprised.
lt means opening your eyes
each morning
and looking at the bright new day
and going absolutely ape!
- Serendipity?
- Right.
- Are you making it up?
- No, serendipity's a real word.
Actually, it means the ability
to find pleasure, excitement
and happiness
in anything that occurs.
No matter how unexpected.
Serendipity!
He explains the word, in a much more
fascinating way than l did,
and at the right moment proposes
a glorious lunch in the Bois.
She's tempted.
But don't you think...?
Miss Simpson, he's not asking her
for a weekend at a motel
in Asbury Park, New Jersey.
He's inviting her to lunch!
Now, don't you think if he were
terribly terribly charming, she'd go?
- Well...
- Serendipity.
Alright, maybe. lf he promises it's
just lunch and that's absolutely all.
He promises. Unless she can think of
something she'd like to do after.
- Which she won't!
- Seren... Alright, then.
He hails a horse and carriage and
they go off to the Bois. Settled?
Settled. And now l suppose
we ought to write it.
Not at all.
They've known she'll have lunch
with him for an hour.
But how do we get from the square
through the charm and serendipity
you do so brilliantly?
ln motion pictures
we have a simple device
which takes care of
exactly this situation. The dissolve.
Over the years,
the audience has been conditioned
to understand
that when a scene fades away,
like an old soldier,
before their very eyes,
and another scene gradually appears
to take its place,
a certain amount of time has elapsed.
So, Miss Simpson,
we dissolve...
We dissolve slowly
and lingeringly...
..to the Bois.
A hansom cab
bearing our handsome couple
clippety-clops its way
past waterfalls and trees
toward a magnificent restaurant.
Notice, Miss Simpson,
how cleverly I play
our suspense-filled melodrama
against a background
of holiday serendipity
in ''gay Paris''.
We will spare the audience
the pages of dreary small talk,
and get to the heart of the matter
by the simple use of the device
I'vejust explained, the dissolve.
Who are you? What do you do?
Who am l and what do l do?
l'm nobody
and l've done everything
and nothing.
Driven racing cars,
white hunter for a while,
piano player in a rather curious
establishment in Buenos Aires.
This and that,
everything and nothing.
The curse
of having been born too rich.
Oh, l know what you mean. The curse
of having been born too rich.
That's why l left the castle
for Paris.
The castle?
We've got houses all over the world,
but my favourite
was our summer place in Deauville
with its own private zoo.
As a little girl, on Sundays, if l'd
been good, l could feed the giraffes.
Giraffes? Don't tell me
that you had giraffes, too?
- You mean, you...?
- But of course.
Oh, what fun! Both of us
having had giraffes as children.
lt's a small world, isn't it?
Voil! Madame. Monsieur.
- To Rick.
- To Gabby.
lf l may recommend...?
l prefer to do it myself.
To begin, we'll have paper-thin
slices of prosciutto ham
wrapped carefully around well-ripened
sections of Persian melon.
To follow, a touch of Dover sole
sauted lightly
in champagne and butter.
With that, a bottle of...
Pouilly-Fuiss?
'59 will do. And after that...
..we'll have a Chateaubriand for two.
Erm, make that for four.
Charred and brown.
Nay, black on the outside
and gloriously rare on the in.
With the beef,
we'll have white asparagus
and a bottle of
Chteau Lafite Rothschild '47.
And for dessert, an enormous order
of fraises des bois...
Served, of course,
so thick you can put it on with
a shovel, s'il vous plat. Mwah!
You heard the lady.
And make it snappy, we're starving.
Now, while awaiting
the paper-thin slices of prosciutto,
so skilfully wrapped around
perfect sections
of ripened Persian melon...
Please, stop, l can't stand it.
Do you think they'll really do
the sole in champagne and butter?
Mm-hmm. ln any case,
while we're waiting,
l wonder if the lovely
Miss Gabrielle Simpson
would join the very talented
Mr Richard Benson
for a small dry aperitif? l think
she's earned it. They both have.
Alright. l think
that would be very nice.
l didn't really like Rick at first
but he's beginning to grow on me.
Mmmm...
So, you find Rick growing on you?
Oh, yes,
l think he's very attractive.
lmportant. The reaction
of the female audience.
Alright. Lunch is over. The martinis,
the two different wines and brandy
have had their effect,
and a glorious dream-like glow
is settling over them.
The pages, Miss Simpson.
Those that we have covered so far
with our fabulous prose.
Here you will notice, as advertised
in our discussion earlier on today,
the opening, a series of
interestingly photographed
establishing shots.
And here, the boy and the girl,
if a middle-aged mysterious stranger
can indeed be called a boy, meet.
You're not middle-aged, Mr Benson.
ln fact, l think you're remarkably
well preserved.
As chilling a compliment as
l've ever received, Miss Simpson.
However, to continue,
pages eight, nine,
ten of romantic chitchat.
- Which you do so brilliantly.
- Why, thank you.
Now you can feel the unconscious
attraction between the two,
the tremulous beginnings of love.
You see how easy it is
with professional know-how
and experience on your side?
Miss Simpson,
l don't think you realise this,
but a writer's life
is a terribly lonely one.
- Mr Benson.
- Hmm?
Have you any idea at all
what happens next?
Do you, Miss Simpson,
have any idea what will happen?
Well...
We've got to remember
that no matter how charming he seems,
he is a liar and a thief.
lt says so right here.
Mr Benson...
l do know what happens next.
What happens next
is the second switch.
The audience gasps as they realise
they have been fooled.
He has plied her with martinis,
white wine, red wine, brandy,
for only one reason.
To make her drunk!
Which incidentally she is not.
Not at all, whatever he thinks.
Now, as he forces one last brandy
to her unwilling lips...
Poor ingenuous girl. Charmed
and serendipitied into believing
she was safe in the hands of
this suntanned handsome American.
Alas, things are not
what they seem. Not at all.
The music turns ominous.
And she becomes aware
of the danger that she is in.
The mysterious stranger. Who is he?
What is he really like?
And why does he keep
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