Twentieth Century Page #11

next to my heart

when it has stopped beating.

No!

Where is she?

Is she still here?

I'm here, beside you.

It' s hard to die here...

between nowhere and nowhere.

I should have waited

till I was back in the theater...

amongst the dust and echoes that I loved.

- Oliver.

- Yes?

- Where's the contract?

- Here it is.

Ask her.

Ask her if she'd mind

putting her name on it.

Lily, it' s his last request.

- Yes, give it to me.

- Here's a pen. Sign on the dotted line.

Hurry, while I can still see.

Let me in there. I'm Max Jacobs.

Lily, look out what you're doing.

You're too late, Max Mandlebaum.

D'Artagnan rides again.

I have been looking forward

to this little occasion for some time.

There's no thrill in the world

like launching a new play.

But I want you to realize one thing.

No matter what I may say...

no matter what I may do on this stage

during our work...

I love you all.

Oliver, call the rehearsal.

Act 1. Places, please.

No. We will start

with Miss Garlans entrance.

Miss Garland.

Good morning, monsieur.

Now, don't be nervous, child.

You are Betty Anne.

This ragged little thing they found

wandering in the cotton fields.

Yes, Oscar.

And Col. Merryweather brings you

into this beautiful Southern mansion.

Yes, I know, Oscar.

Places, please!

Make your entrance.

"Col. Merryweather,

why you all look at me so strange?"

Stop. Let' s do this thing correctly.

You've been in Hollywood too long.

I think you've forgotten a lot of things.

- Give me the chalk.

- I want it distinctly understood...

Now I'll show you

how it' s done in the theater.

Now when you enter...

you follow this line here

and you stop right there.

One, then you come over here...

Here we go again, Oliver.

With Livingstone through darkest Africa.

Oscar, you forget who I am.

You can't talk to me this way!

Everyone else in Hollywood

would give their souls to have me!

Oscar, you can't do this to me!

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