Rosemary's Baby Page #4

Yeah, go on.

Ah, yeah.

Were his stories as interesting as last night?

Yes.

Did you have a good time?

All right. I got a present.

- It was Terry's.

- No kidding.

Kind of pretty, though.

- Aren't you gonna wear it?

- Mm-mm. It smells.

There's stuff in it called tannis root

from her greenhouse.

Not too bad, though.

- Tannis, anyone?

- Well, if you took it...

you ought to wear it.

Hello?

Yes. This is he.

Oh. God, no.

Oh, the poor guy.

And, uh, they don't have

any idea what's causing it?

- No, not yet.

- My God, that's awful. That's just awful.

We'd like to know if you'd be interested...

Yes, I would.

I mean, yes, I am.

I hate to get it that way, but...

Well, you'd have to speak

to my agent about that end of it.

Allan Stone.

I'm sure there won't be any problem,

Mr. Weiss, not as far as we're concerned.

Thank you, Mr. Weiss.

Guy?

What is it?

Donald Baumgart... he's gone blind.

He woke up yesterday, and he can't see.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, I've got the part.

Well, it's a hell of a way to get it.

Listen, uh, I have to get out and walk around.

Yeah, I understand.

Go ahead.

Baumgart. Donald Baumgart.

It's a fascinating part.

He'll really be noticed this time.

He also has an offer for a lead

in a television series: Miami Beach.

He's suddenly very hot.

Mm, now I understand why you're so overjoyed.

Well, it's a difficult period in his life.

A challenge.

I see.

You know how actors are.

They're all a bit self-centered.

I'll bet even Laurence Olivier

is vain and self-centered.

It's a difficult part.

He's got to work with crutches...

and naturally he's preoccupied...

and he... well, preoccupied.

I say, you had another suicide

up there at Happy House.

- Oh, didn't I tell you?

- No, you didn't.

It was that girl I told you about:

The drug addict...

who was rehabilitated

by this old couple, the Castevets.

I'm sure I told you that.

They didn't rehabilitate her

very successfully, it seems.

I've been a creep.

It's from worrying if Baumgart

would regain his sight, rat that I am.

Well, it's natural.

You're bound to feel two ways about it.

Even if I'm Mr. Yamaha

for the rest of my days...

I'm gonna stop giving you

the short end of the stick.

- You haven't been.

- Yes, I have.

I've been tearing my hair out over my career.

Let's have a baby, all right?

Let's have three babies,

one at a time, all right?

A baby. You know...

"Mama, Dada, poo-poo." You know?

- You mean it?

- Sure, I mean it. Sure, I mean it.

I even figured out

the right time to start. Look.

You really mean it? Really?

No, I'm kidding.

Sure, I mean it.

Oh, Ro, honey, for God sakes,

don't cry, all right?

Oh, no. I won't.

Here goes nothin'.

Mm, mm, mm!

The paint! The paint!

Good grief.

Nobody, but nobody, has a fire tonight.

Isn't it gorgeous?

I hope we have the coldest winter ever.

Aw, sh*t!

- Hi, Guy. How are ya?

- Oh, hello.

No. Don't let her in.

Not tonight.

Oh, you sure you don't want to come in?

No.

Good.

Who says there's nothing to ESP?

Madame et Monsieur

shall have ze dessert after all!

Mousse au chocolat...

or as Minnie calls it...

"chocolate mouse."

I was afraid she'd stay all evening.

Oh, she just wanted us to try it.

Seein' it's one of her speci-al-ities.

It was sweet of her, really.

We shouldn't make fun of her.

Yeah you're right.

You're right. Mm-hmm.

Mmm. It's good.

Has an under-taste.

A chalky under-taste.

I don't get it.

That's silly, honey.

There is no under-taste.

There is.

Come on. The old bat slaved all day.

Now eat it.

- I don't like it.

- It's delicious.

Here. You can have mine.

All right. Don't eat it.

There's always something wrong.

Oh, if it's gonna turn into a big thing...

If you really can't stand it, just don't eat it.

Mmm. It's delicious.

No under-taste at all.

Would you turn the record over, please?

There, Daddy.

Do I get a gold star?

You get two of them.

- I'm sorry if I was stuffy.

- You were.

... is making a full circle of the park...

- It's the pope at Yankee Stadium!

- Walking to his specially built

canopy at second base.

- Christ, what a mob!

Listen to that crowd roar.

Everywhere the pope has been today

he has received this type of reception.

As one nun put it this afternoon...

"Perhaps we are being undignified,

but this is a special day."

And a special day it has been.

That's a great spot for my Yamaha commercial.

We'd like to give you a brief summary

of today's historic happenings.

Pope Paul VI arrived

at 9:
27 a.m. This morning...

What is it?

Dizzy.

Hey.

No wonder.

You had all that booze in you.

Probably didn't eat anything

all day before dinner, huh?

Hey.

Nice.

Sleep is what you need.

A good night's sleep.

We have to make a baby.

Oh, well...

we'll-we'll do it.

Tomorrow.

There's plenty of time, hmm?

Just a nap.

Why are you taking them off?

To make you more comfortable.

I am more comfortable.

Sleep, Ro.

Isn't Hutch coming with us?

Catholics only.

I wish we weren't bound by these prejudices...

but unfortunately...

Easy, easy.

You've got her too high.

Typhoon! Typhoon!

It killed 55 people in London...

You'd better go down below, miss.

- She's awake. She sees.

- She don't see.

As long as she ate the "mouse," she can't

see nor hear. She's like dead. Now sing.

I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well.

It's only the mouse bite.

You'd better have your legs tied down...

in case of convulsions.

Yes, I suppose so.

There's always a chance it was rabid.

If the music bothers you, let me know...

and I'll have it stopped.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Please don't change the program on my account.

Try to sleep.

We'll be waiting up on deck.

This is no dream!

This is really happening!

They tell me you have been bitten by a mouse.

Yes. That's why

I couldn't come to see you.

Oh, that's all right.

We wouldn't want you to jeopardize your health.

Am I forgiven, Father?

Oh, absolutely.

Hey, it's after 9:00.

Five minutes.

I have to be at Allan's at 10:00.

- Eat out.

- The hell I will!

What time is it?

It's, uh, ten after 9:00.

What time did I go to sleep?

You didn't go to sleep.

You passed out.

Uh, from now on you get...

cocktails or wine, not cocktails and wine, huh?

The dreams I had!

Don't yell.

I already filed 'em down.

I didn't want to miss baby night.

- You... While I was out?

- And a couple of my nails

were ragged...

and it was kind of fun

in a necrophile sort of way.

- - I dreamed someone was raping me.

I don't know.

Someone inhuman.

Thanks a lot!

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I didn't want to miss the night.

We could've done it this morning or tonight.

Last night wasn't the only split second.

Well, I was a little bit loaded

myself, you know.

- Oh, hello there. Did you like it?

- Oh, yes.

I think I put a little too much

crme de cacao in it.

No, no. It was delicious.

You'll have to give me the recipe.

Yeah, I'd love to.

Listen, you goin' shoppin'?

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