Valley of the Dolls Page #5

Now you're just like all the rest of them.

Success is too big for you.

If you ask me, my success

is too big for you.

Yeah, sure.

Sure it is.

I'll just take this. It's the only thing

around here that belongs to me.

I wrote about the things I knew.

My own experiences.

But I guess I only had one book in me.

- Was I really that naive?

- Naive and wonderful.

I missed you, Anne.

Oh, I went back to the agency business.

And I like it.

- Incidentally, Neely's one of my clients.

- Really?

I don't know. England's changed.

Or I've changed.

The nightingale somehow

just sounded off-key.

I used to pretend you'd

gone bald and fat.

I pictured you at a sink full of

dishes. And a baby tugging at your skirt.

Are you really going to marry Kevin?

I was, but now I realize

it's impossible.

I'm glad.

You know, every girl

I met always washed out.

Just couldn't stand up to your image.

I am not taking you to a bistro.

I'm taking you home to bed.

- As in sleep, which you need.

- Miss O'Hara?

Yes?

- Would you autograph my program?

Of course.

There's Neely with Casablanca.

- Where?

- Over there.

Let's try and catch up to them.

- Thank you.

- Darling, let's leave.

Here comes Tony Polar.

He's gonna put the bite on me for a job.

I could've sworn Neely saw us.

Well, she's near-sighted, darling.

She can't see 10 feet in front of her.

Yeah.

Tony! Are you okay?

I don't know.

My legs just seemed to give way.

- Happened the other day on the set.

- I think you ought to see a doctor.

No, I'm all right. Come on.

Tony!

- Jen.

- Tony! Tony.

Tony.

There.

- He'll sleep for a while.

He didn't know me.

- He didn't know where he was.

- Go out. The doctor will explain it to you.

It's called Huntington's chorea.

It's relatively rare.

Unfortunately, there is no cure.

The symptoms of physical and mental

degeneration first appear about age 30.

There's a loss of muscular control.

Chances for inheritance are very high.

Tony's father had it.

I kept hoping it wouldn't hit Tony.

Now you can see

why I was against his marrying.

- Will he be able to walk again?

- As soon as the sedation wears off.

But the motor disturbances

will occur again.

And there will be periods

of blankness and hallucination.

It may take a year before he reaches

the point of complete incapacity.

- Are there any further questions?

- No.

Good night, Mrs. Polar.

If he becomes unmanageable,

we'll keep him sedated.

He probably won't remember

any of this tomorrow. Good night.

Good night.

Jen?

Maybe you'll understand now why

I've been the way I've been.

Money, for instance. I've put away

every cent I could get my hands on.

We'll keep him at home

as long as we can.

- What about you?

- Tony and I had different fathers.

I know how you love him.

I'm not blind. I thank you.

Miriam, I'm pregnant.

This way, Miss O'Hara.

This way.

Another.

This way.

What about Casablanca?

- Miss O'Hara has nothing to say.

Are you gonna marry?

Any comment?

- What about Ted Casablanca?

- You heard me. No comment.

Have any marriage plans?

What's your next film?

Tony didn't realize where he was.

The next day Miriam arranged a meeting

with a quirky European movie producer.

Mr. Chardot, this is my sister-in-law.

Mr. Chardot is from Paris.

He's out here looking for talent.

Mademoiselle Polar has shown me

your photographie.

I am interested

in a young lady with your...

- How you say?

- Measurements.

In general, the French girl

is inclined to be flat in the bosom.

I see. Just what kind

of pictures do you make?

I make art films.

- I've seen a few. They're pretty raw.

doesn't make it art.

Evil is only in the eye

of the beholder.

- My films are shown in your country.

- Jennifer...

...you've posed undraped on the stage.

- That was before I married Tony.

It's up to you.

Tony wouldn't know the difference.

Well, I would.

I realized I had to give in

and take the job.

The sanitarium was very expensive.

All right, sheriff, you win.

You ran my father out of town...

...now you're trying to run me out.

The Durneys don't give up that easy.

- It's too hot!

- Cut.

Stand by.

- Well, it's too damn hot.

- The cameraman's frying me.

Neely?

- Shut up!

- She's full of sauce.

It's not booze, it's pills.

Send for her husband. Look, Neely...

...we've got to finish this take.

- Get lost. I'm through for the day.

Get off the floor.

You're making a spectacle of yourself.

- Zip up your dress.

I can't.

- It's bloat from those pills and booze.

I haven't had a drink all day.

You're going out there

and doing the scene.

How long do you think

you can get away with these antics?

Come on.

Give this to the hairdresser.

Miss O'Hara will be ready in a moment.

I wanna see Mr. Burke.

- He's not in, Miss O'Hara.

"He's not in." That's all I've heard

at his office for three days.

He's ducking me. He's giving me

the treatment, just like all the others.

- Where's Miss Welles?

He is in San Francisco, Neely.

Tell me something.

How come the boss of a big agency...

...spends three days in San Francisco

with a lousy nightclub singer?

He's working overtime.

Why doesn't he look after my interests?

- I'm the one who pays his rent.

- You're being obnoxious.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I want Lyon to talk to that director.

He's crucifying me.

- When's he due back?

- I'm not sure.

When a man says he won't do a scene,

that's called integrity.

When a woman says it,

she's temperamental.

They say I'm difficult.

They say I'm drunk even when I'm not.

Sure, I take dolls, I gotta sleep.

I gotta get up at 5 in the morning

and sparkle.

- It's bad to take liquor with those pills.

- They work faster.

Here. With that guy of yours in

San Francisco you could use a few dolls.

No, thanks.

Suit yourself.

You should make him marry you.

- Have you heard from Jennifer?

- Yeah.

She called me about six months ago.

You know what she asked me?

She wanted to know

where she could get an abortion.

An abortion. How do you like that?

She was the one who wanted kiddies

and the vine-covered cottage.

Then I heard she went to Paris

to make art films.

Art films.

Nudies, that's all they are. Nudies.

That's her problem. She doesn't care

about me, so why care about her?

- Nobody cares about me.

- That's not so!

Nobody cares if I live or die,

just so long as I write the checks.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

You're a big star. You have everything.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm a big star.

I'm a big star.

I tell myself that, Annie,

but I don't feel it.

I don't feel anything anymore.

I haven't slept with Ted in weeks.

And that psychiatrist? Dr. Mitchell?

Dr. Mitchell says

that I am self-destructive.

So what?

What do I do about it?

The hell with them. The hell

with all of them. Who needs them?

Let them talk. Even the bad publicity

helps when you're as big as I am.

- And, boy, am I getting the bad publicity.

- You've had enough of those.

- Now, try to calm down.

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