The Purple Rose of Cairo Page #2

What do you mean?

l`m not drunk.

Come on, don`t worry about her.

She`s my ball and chain,

or she tries to be.

Olga, where the hell

are you going?

l want to show you a card trick.

ls there any more

of that meat loaf left?

That stuff you made

yesterday was delicious.

What`s going on?

l`m moving out.

Now, what are you talking about?

What`s wrong?

Because of before?

Because of Olga, is that it?

That`d be funny. Ridiculous.

lf it`s because of Olga...

you`d make a bigger fool

out of yourself than usual.

Pardon me.

She`s Joe Caruso`s sister.

l was just showing her

a card trick.

Your undershirt`s on backwards.

l put it on that way

this morning.

Now listen, Cecilia,

you`re making a mistake.

All right, l`m sorry.

l was drinking.

You know how l get.

Do you think l don`t love you?

Move.

You can`t leave. l need you.

And you know l love you.

Look, l made a mistake.

-You don`t love me.

-Baby, come on.

You treat me bad,

and you beat up on me!

l hit you when

you get out of line.

And l never just hit you.

l always warn you first.

Then if you don`t shape up,

you get whacked.

l`m leaving.

Listen, l don`t know

who`s filling your head...

full of crazy notions,

but l`ve had enough.

l want supper. Get my meat loaf!

Uh-uh.

Come on, Cecilia. You know

l can`t live without you.

l`m like a little kid

when it comes to you.

That`s just tough.

Look, l`m sorry.

Can`t l be sorry?

l drink, l get crazy.

lt`s not me, it`s the whiskey.

l`m going, Monk.

Jesus Christ,

l can`t reason with you.

All right, go ahead.

See how far you get.

Go on. You won`t last.

You see how it is

out in the real world.

Go on, you`ll come back.

You`re just bluff.

You`re all phony.

You`ll be back.

lt may take a week or an hour,

but you`ll be back!

Oh, jeez!

Look at all those guys.

Come on, honey.

We`re gonna make a buck.

l ordered bacon and tomato.

You brought me ham and swiss.

l`ll get it right away, ma`am.

Cecilia, l want you

to meet somebody.

Remember l was gonna keep

my eyes open for eligible men?

Oh, come on.

Just keep an open mind.

This is my sister Cecilia.

Mr. Teddy Ashcroft.

-How do you do?

-Charmed.

Teddy`s an exterminator.

Wright-Merson Pest Control.

My specialty are

mice and silverfish.

l`m pleased to meet you.

-Waitress! My hamburger!

-l`m coming!

-Can we have a check?

-l`ll be right there.

That`s it, Cecilia.

You`re fired. Get out!

But l`ll pay for it.

l`ll be more careful.

Out. Take off your apron.

Go home. You`re fired.

lf she goes, then l go, too.

That`s fine with me.

She doesn`t mean that.

You`ve got kids.

Then tell her

to mind her own business.

You`re fired.

Back from Egypt.

From the Bedouins to Broadway.

Though l`m not

a religious man...

l hereby vow never to fly over

the Atlantic in bumpy weather...

and never to look

at another camel.

Drinks, anyone?

Boy, l can`t wait

to get out of these clothes...

and hit some of the night spots.

Well, children,

let`s not waste any time.

The floor show at the Copacabana

starts in ten minutes...

and we`re meeting

the Countess and Larry Wilde.

Well, l am impressed.

You have yourself

quite a place here.

l still can`t get over the fact

that 24 hours ago...

l was in an Egyptian tomb.

l didn`t know any

of you wonderful people...

and here l am now.

l`m on the verge

of a madcap Manhattan weekend.

l hope you like

your martinis very dry.

No, thanks.

l`ll wait for that glass

of champagne at the Copacabana.

Miss Rita,

something on your mind?

You ain`t been yourself since

you come back from the pyramids.

lt`s nothing. l`ll be OK.

l don`t suspect

it has anything to do...

with that explorer fella,

Mr. Tom Baxter?

Why would you say that?

The way he speaks--

all romantic-like.

Come on, Delilah, draw my bath.

Yes, ma`am.

Will you be wantin` the big

bubbles or the asses` milk?

Boy, l can`t wait

to get out of these clothes...

and hit some of the night spots.

Well, children,

let`s not waste any time.

The floor show at the Copacabana

starts in ten minutes...

and we`re meeting

the Countess and Larry Wilde.

Well, l am very impressed.

You have yourself

quite a place here.

l still can`t get over the fact

that 24 hours ago...

l was in an Egyptian tomb.

l didn`t know any

of you wonderful people...

and here l am now.

l`m on the verge

of a madcap Manhattan weekend.

My God, you must

really love this picture.

Me?

You`ve been here all day, and

l`ve seen you here twice before.

You mean me?

Yes, you. This is the fifth time

you`re seeing this.

Henry, come here. Quickly.

l gotta speak to you.

Oh, my God!

Listen, old sport,

you`re on the wrong side.

Tom, get back here.

We`re in the middle of a story.

l want to have a look around.

Go on without me.

-Who are you?

-Cecilia.

l`ll go get the manager.

Let`s go somewhere

where we can talk.

But you`re in the movie!

Wrong, Cecilia, l`m free.

After 2,000 performances of

the same monotonous routine...

l`m free!

Call Father Donnelly.

l don`t understand.

What`s going on? Who are you?

Who am l? You`ve seen

the movie five times.

l`m Tom Baxter...

poet, adventurer, explorer,

of the Chicago Baxters.

l know you`re Tom Baxter.

You wind up with Kitty Haynes,

the nightclub singer.

-Not anymore l don`t.

-What do you mean?

l`m out before the wedding.

l`m free.

Don`t you have to marry her?

Not while l`m here

and she`s up there.

Don`t you want to?

She`s so beautiful.

She`s not for me. Too bony.

Kitty Haynes

the nightclub singer is bony?

l need a place to hide.

l`m never going back

now that l`ve met you.

A place to hide?

What`s happening?

Tom has left.

He just walked right out.

l don`t know how he did it.

l can`t get out.

This is just disgusting.

l am an heiress...

and l don`t have

to put up with this.

He left the picture?

Oh, my gosh.

Well, don`t panic.

Stay up there and keep calm.

Keep calm? Are you crazy?

Did somebody call for a priest?

Thank God you`re here.

Wait a minute.

This is the second reel.

l`m not on till later.

Can`t you go on?

There`s an audience.

How? Tom was

the linchpin of the story.

She`s right, whoever you are.

Although this is my story,

Tom moves the exposition--

lt`s not your story.

lt`s the story...

of a man`s quest

for self-fulfillment.

lt`s the story of

a complex tortured soul--

lt`s the story of the effect

of money on true romance.

My upbringing, my wealth--

l`m the one who marries royalty.

Nobody cares.

What do you mean

they don`t care?

They wouldn`t sell a ticket

if it were your story.

-Stop arguing.

-And do what?

Maybe you should just

turn the projector off.

Don`t turn the projector off!

lt gets black and we disappear.

Easy, my friend.

We`re all in this together.

You don`t understand

what it`s like to disappear...

to be nothing, annihilated!

Don`t turn the projector off.

Miss Rita, your bath is ready.

-Not now, dear.

-What`s going on?

-What`s he doing here?

-Have a martini.

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