Sweet Bird of Youth Page #7
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No, sir, Mr. Finley.
I don't know who to.
Get my Bible.
Good morning.
Nice morning, Mr. Finley.
Thank you, laddie.
You look mighty sweet, sugar.
I would like you to call off
your bloodhound, Papa.
I would like you to behave
like a daughter should.
Well, did you meditate
on Mr. Wayne's future?
At the present, he is enjoying life...
...in the loving arms
of a famous Hollywood siren.
Hey, Pa, if Chance is living
with a real princess...
...does that make him royalty too?
It makes him what he always was:
A criminal degenerate and parasite.
Oh, I see.
Chance?
She never blamed you for anything.
She always had...
Nothing.
I gave her nothing, Aunt Nonnie.
She lived lonely and she died lonely.
Gee, I'm glad to see you.
I came here to tell you one thing.
Well, I was sort of hoping
that you'd bring Heavenly.
Go away before it's too late.
Before her father...
Why won't they let me see her,
Aunt Nonnie? Because she and George...?
- I can't talk about it.
- Why?
Why? Now, why, Aunt Nonnie?
I just can't talk about it.
Please. Please help me, Aunt Nonnie.
You were always able to...
See, you were like a mother to me.
Why did you stop calling me son?
Oh, Chance, go away
before it's too late.
I am not leaving here
till I talk to Heavenly or see her.
Now, you tell her that.
Aunt Nonnie, I got a right.
Goodbye, son.
Aunt Nonnie.
- Aunt Nonnie, I'm taking you to church.
- No, Chance.
I'm afraid. Afraid for you.
Take your sister on in.
- Happy Easter.
- Happy Easter, mayor.
Well, look here.
Glad to see you, laddie.
Hold it, Mr. Finley. Thank you, sir.
It's no use, Mr. Finley, l...
Laddie, I hear you're consorting
with a genuine princess.
Guess that sort of makes you a prince,
don't it?
Happy Easter, Mrs. Cavanaugh.
Well, God bless you, Mr. Finley.
I once had a dog called Prince.
I had to butcher him to keep all
the b*tches in town from being violated.
Deacon, I'm counting on your
support at the rally.
- Up, the rebels!
- Let's see, now.
- When did you last visit us?
- Why won't you let me see her, sir?
I remember, you hit town last time
in a freight car.
You saw my daughter then...
...and you left her
carrying your bastard then too.
Let you see her?
Sure, prince, when I've had you
taken care of like my dog.
I remember, you hit town last time
in a freight car.
No, I'll get you dirty.
Hold me. Just hold me. Hold me.
What are you thinking?
I was just... I was just feeling
kind of peaceful and easy...
...listening to those freewheeling birds
coming home.
If we could just be like one of them
out there, just free as a bird.
No one in love is free
or even wants to be.
You know what I was thinking?
About those five days and nights
Thinking that, "Heavenly will make me
feel clean again.
She'll wash away all the..."
What's it like...
...in movie land?
Oh, it is like no place
in this world, baby.
In fact, it's not even a place,
it's a state of mind...
...with a stone wall around it
a mile high.
"Strange birds, keep out."
No, it's the strange ones that get in.
I know.
Why, I've been clawing away
at that wall...
...for over a year now,
trying to get on the inside.
This last year's been...
- Wasted?
- No.
No, just a run of bad breaks,
back-to-back.
Nothing's wasted that teaches you
how to operate, how to beat the game.
Last year's the best investment
I ever made.
Oh, next time I'm gonna get lucky.
And then I'm gonna
take you with me...
...right through that stone wall,
first class, straight to the top.
Again, Chance?
I got the key now, baby.
I got the know-how. That Hollywood
merry-go-round is a pushover.
Today they're stepping on your feet,
tomorrow they're kissing your feet.
I know, I have seen it. Well...
...that merry-go-round
is gonna carry me.
It's gonna carry me all the way.
And then before you know it,
before you know it...
...I'm gonna have that brass ring,
that lucky brass ring right here.
- Which gets you what?
- It gets you the prize...
...honey, money, success, happiness.
No. All the brass ring gets you
is a free ride on a wooden horse...
...that's going nowhere except
up and down and round and round.
My papa sold you that phony dream...
...and you're still buying it.
How does he say it?
"All you need is one lucky break.
Something for nothing.
Beat the game, hit the jackpot."
Anyone can be a millionaire,
so everybody's got to try it.
That's right. And why not?
There are a lot of ways you can make it,
and for me there is one quick way.
Now, just stick with me, baby,
and when I come back next time...
- Another next time.
- No, this time I got a job.
I got a big job in Palm Beach mixing
with all kinds of important people.
Take me with you. Please.
No, I can't, baby. Not yet.
You know, in this job,
I gotta travel fast.
And I gotta travel alone.
This is the job, baby.
This is the job that's gonna get me
inside that magic door.
All my life, I've been on the outside.
And time is running out.
Now, look around you. Boy, they got
places for the old and the sick...
...and the homeless,
but no place for the failures.
And failure is
a highly contagious disease.
What kind of job is it, Chance?
- Oh, baby, it is golden. Just gold...
- Chance.
Beach boy.
To a bunch of fat-bottomed
broads at this swank hotel.
- But it's a beginning.
- Stay here. We'll find something.
Baby, I can't. Have you forgotten
what's expected of me?
I want you as you are.
Then look at me as I am.
I'm a nothing.
A nobody.
I couldn't write a check for $2
without getting arrested.
Busted. Flat broke.
I'm ashamed to go home
and let my mother look at me.
I always dreamed of
coming back here like a...
Oh, like...
Don't ask me to give up my dream.
Excuse me.
Supposing he comes over, Pa.
Well, sugar, it's up to you.
Let him alone.
I'll be there with you tonight.
Just let him alone.
- I want him gone before the rally starts.
- Yes, sir.
Not here, stupid. See him alone.
He's to go quietly.
No fuss. No violence, you hear?
Yes, sir. You're the boss, Pa.
And don't you ever forget it.
No, sir.
Does this lovely hotel
have a hairdresser?
Oh, yes, ma'am. And a drugstore,
a cocktail bar...
...tennis courts,
everything to make folks happy.
Thank you.
Chance?
Long who?
Long distance?
There is no Alexandra Del Lago here,
operator.
Who is it?
I am not...!
Operator, I ought to know who I am.
Just a minute. Just a minute.
- Chan...
- Excuse me, princess...
Whatever you are selling, no.
Excuse me, please.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't hold
these rooms any longer.
What did you say?
Will you repeat what you said.
Ma'am, he says your checkout time
is long past.
My checkout time at any hotel
in the world is when l...
Is when I want to check out.
Who told you you could
come into my bedroom?
- Now, where is Chance? Mr. Wayne?
- I beg your pardon?
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