Paris - When It Sizzles Page #8
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- 1964
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He is, my dear Gillette.
Keep dancing.
You fool. You little fool.
l've worked the whole thing out
with my analyst.
l don't really hate
lnspector Gillette,
l just feel sorry for him.
He insists on projecting himself
into the starring role
and relegating me
to some minor character.
Got me waiting for him
outside the Eiffel Tower? OK.
''Brilliant, lnspector, brilliant,''
or, erm, ''l have the car here, sir.''
Maurice!
lnspector, l am Philippe!
lt doesn't matter. Rick is making
his escape at Bourget Airport.
Where is my car?
Erm, l have the car right here, sir.
You read that line beautifully,
Maurice.
lnspector, please. l...
l am not Maurice. l am Philippe.
Dear boy, you are a minor character
and your name is of no importance.
Now, you were saying something
about the car?
l have the car right here, sir.
- Faster, Maurice, faster!
- Faster, Philippe, faster.
l keep forgetting.
My God, you are a dull character.
Even in the non-taxing role
of second policeman.
Bourget Airport, quickly!
But if you are the inspector
who was...?
You are third policeman and should
have no lines. Shut up and drive.
- Do you know what this is?
- The key!
The key to our future.
One million dollars
in small unmarked bills' worth
of happiness for the two of us.
lnspector Gillette of lnterpol here.
Calling all voitures.
Faster!
Erm, the gate, sir, it is closed.
Go through it, you fool.
- Wait here. l'll take him alone.
- lnspector, can l speak to you?
You're Rick.
- l don't understand...
- No, you're not supposed to.
Can't you get it through your mind?
You're only a bit part.
You're a mere literary convenience.
Someone for the hero to punch
in thejaw at the correct moment.
And that moment, l'm happy to state,
has finally arrived.
Stop, Rick!
Stop or l'll shoot!
Philippe.
Mauri... Philippe.
Darling...
lt's alright.
Perhaps it's better this way.
No, my darling,
we'll make it to Casablanca.
And when we get there,
we'll buy a darling little castle...
With its own...
..private zoo.
And will there be giraffes?
Of course...
Giraffes.
lf this is what it means
to be a cop...
You're...
..first policeman now.
that crime does not pay,
unless you happen to be me.
Fade out.
The end.
Well, there it is.
All 130-odd pages of it.
Finished with...
..hours to spare.
lt's wonderful, Richard.
Only, does it have to end that way?
when he shoots,
and then
Rick could tell the lnspector
where the stolen film cans are
and give him back the key.
He could explain
that now that he's met Gabby
he's retiring from
the liar-and-a-thief business,
and then the lnspector might...
let them go away together.
lt could be
the last big switch on the switch.
Couldn't it?
lt won't work.
You see, he is a liar and a thief.
And he's been one for too long.
He can't retire now.
ln addition to which,
he has become, l'm afraid,...
..a hack.
He may think he's all those things
but she knows he's not.
What gives her that curious idea?
She's been with him constantly
for the last few days.
She's seen him shaking with terror,
exhausted, ready to quit.
She's watched him
pull himself together again and...
..she's also seen him be warm...
..and tender.
And funny.
Not famous-international-wit funny
but really funny.
Do you think she's an idiot?
Do you think she doesn't know
what kind of man he is?
Or what he needs?
And what he needs is L-O-V-E?
Uh-uh.
lt's too late.
He's 43 years old.
Or will be this October.
He's been married twice,
both times disastrously,
and there have been too many years
of... too much dough,
too much bad writing
and too much whisky.
He's got nothing left inside to give.
Even if he could, which he can't.
But that's not true, Richard.
You can, you have. l just love it.
No, you don't.
lt's lousy.
ln any case, the problem is,...
..you're not in love with the script.
You're in love with me.
And why shouldn't you be?
Suddenly, waltzing into your life
comes this charming,
relatively handsome stranger.
Me.
Smooth as silk, with
a highly practised line of chatter,
specifically designed to knock
relatively unsophisticated chicks
like you, Miss Simpson,
right on their ears.
Which l'm terribly afraid l've done.
Well, if it's the last
decent thing l do in this world,
and it very well may be,
l'm going to fix that.
l'm going to send you packing,
Miss Simpson.
Before l cause you serious...
..and irrevocable harm.
You want the truth?
Of course you don't.
l'll give it to you anyway.
l do not give one damn
about anything,
certainly not my work,
as you so touchingly
and ingenuously call it.
Well, that's not true.
There is something l care about.
Money.
And good whisky.
l am, as you've probably noticed,
rather fond of that.
But my work?
That's a hideous little something
that must occur
five days out of the year,
in the manner
accustomed.
To you, Richard Benson.
To you and your glorious
professional know-how.
Long may you wave.
And may you... go on...
..fooling...
..the people.
Miss Simpson?
Miss Simpson!
Gabrielle?
- Pardon, Maurice.
- Maurice? No, no. Philippe.
Oh, you don't even know
when ajoke is over.
Why, Mr Benson,
what are you doing here?
Miss Simpson, stop overacting. You
know very well what l'm doing here.
Of all the hokey cornball
grade-B picture devices.
She forgot the bird,
she forgot the bird...
- l don't know what you mean.
- Yes, you do.
Girl leaves bird.
Boy has to come looking for girl.
l've written that scene
Always works, of course.
That's point one.
Point two. How dare you quit me
when we haven't even started?
Point three...
l love you. Miss Simpson,
if you don't feel up to thejob,
tell me now. l'll get someone else.
Oh, no, l'm perfectly capable.
Very well, then,
l hold here in my hand
130-some-odd pages of contrived
and utterly preposterous,
totally unmotivated...
Oh, if you could only say it
in pictures.
Come on,
we've got a screenplay to write.
Not starting from scratch, of course.
We've got two great characters.
She's sweet and bright and very, very
beautiful, and he, well,...
..he's gone straight, rather dull.
We need something tojazz him up.
Find something for him to do,
some physical action.
To accentuate the masculine image.
There's something in American movies,
a terrible clich,
but you did use it in the script.
Oh, yes...
like, split.
Richard, this new movie you're
going to write, what is it about?
lt's a love story, naturally.
lt will have a happy ending?
He won't be shot running for a plane?
On the contrary, Miss Simpson.
totally oblivious of the fireworks,
the fountains
and the holiday-mad throngs,
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