All language subtitles for Bullets Over Broadway 1994 1080p

I'm an artist, and I won't change
a word of my play...

to pander to some commercial
Broadway audience!

I'm not arguing with you!
Do you see me arguing?

Your play is great as is. It's real.
It makes a point. It's confrontational.

- Then why won't you produce it?
- Because I cannot afford another failure.

- David, the play's too heavy.
- But not everybody writes to distract.

It's the theatre's duty
not just to entertain...

- but to transform men's souls.
- Oh, come on.

You're not at one of your sidewalk cafes
in Greenwich Village. This is Broadway.

- You said you believed in my play!
- What do you want me to say?

I'm tapped out. Maybe if we got some
big-time director interested...

- I could scare up backers...
- No, no, no no, no. I'm directing this play.

Ohh, will you listen to this guy?
Where's your track record?

I won't see my work mangled again.
I've been through this twice before.

Two powerful scripts,
could have been tremendous successes...

and I had to sit back and watch
actors change my dialogue

and directors misinterpret everything!

I know. I know.
You're an artist.

Let me tell you something kid,
that's the real world out there,

and it's a lot rougher
place than you think.

Ma He's makin' eyes at me

Ma He's awful nice to me

Ma, he's almost breakin' my heart

What are you waitin' for?
Kill them!

Come on. Let's go
get somethin' to eat.

- I feel like eatin' ribs.
- That's a good idea.

I gotta go shoot crap at Tommy's. He's
got a game at the Ansonia. I gotta go.

Somebody's got to let Mr. Valenti know
what's going on here. He's at the Three Deuces.

So why don't you go tell him?
- I promised Bobby Doyle. I can't do nothin'.

I gotta shoot a game.

What's a matter, Cheech? Don't
you wanna baby-sit for his girl?

His girlfriend's
a pain in my ass.

♪ You gotta see Mama every night ♪

♪ Or you can't see Mama at all ♪

♪ You gotta kiss Mama ♪
♪ Treat her right ♪

♪ Or she won't be home ♪
♪ when you call ♪

♪ Now if you want my company ♪

- Here, doll, take care of this hat.
- You can't fifty-fifty me

- Mr. V. here?
- Yeah, right this way.

- Nice crowd.
- Yeah, we're packin' 'em in every night.

- Right here.
♪ - Monday night I sat alone ♪

♪ Tuesday night you didn't phone ♪

♪ Wednesday night you didn't call ♪

- Done.
- Now that's a load off my mind. How many?

- Four.
- This means we ain't heard the last.

You know Kustabeck's gonna have a fit,
but he'll run scared.

- Maybe.
- Listen, a deal's a deal.

- We got midtown. I mean, eh...
Mr. Valenti does.

♪ I don't want that kind ♪
♪ of a sheik ♪

♪ Who does his sheiking ♪
♪ once a week ♪

♪ You gotta see Mama every night ♪

♪ Or you can't see ♪

♪ You can't see Mama at all ♪

♪ Not at all. ♪

I'm fed up!
I'm fed up, do you hear me?

You can push your torpedoes around all
you want, but I've had it up to here!

- What is it now?
- I am not sharing a dressing room.

I am tired of getting bumped into and stepped on.
None of these bimbos knows how to dance.

- Bimbos!
- They're the best line in New York.

- Bullshit! Bullshit!
- Oh, knock it off.

- Hey, clam up over there. Olive, come on.
- What?

- Olive, it's our anniversary.
- It's not our anniversary.

- You're getting senile.
- It's September 28. Six months to today.

- So?
- I remember it like it was yesterday...

'cause that's the morning
we broke Joey Benjamin's legs.

- Six months? Six months!
- Yeah. Six months.

- And I'm still stuck in this crummy rat trap!
- Olive. I brought you somethin'.

- What is it?
- Open it.

- No, you open it. Can't you see I'm dressing?
- I'll open it. Here. Hey.

- What is it?
- Pearls! What the hell do you think they are?

- Pearls are white.
- These are black pearls.

Don't give me that!
I never heard of black pearls.

Just 'cause you never heard of somethin'
don't mean it don't exist.

What do you think I am? Some kind
of chump? They're black, for God's sake.

- They probably came from defective oysters.
- The pearls ain't sick.

Black pearls, they're supposed...
What? They're supposed to be black!

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Don't be that way. You know I'm nuts about you.

If you're nuts about me, Nickie, why don't
you get me out of this lousy chorus line?

I came to New York to be an actress.
That's where my gifts are.

You will, baby. You'll be a great
actress. A promise is a promise.

Yeah, I...

Come on. Get yourself dressed.
I'm takin' you to Harlem.

- The Cotton Club?
- Yeah, baby.

I'm telling you, they read my play,
they love it. But they're afraid of it.

- It's irrelevant.
- It's not irrelevant!

The point I'm making is that...

no truly great artist has ever
been appreciated in his lifetime.

- Not one?
- No, no.

- Flender.
- Take, uh, uh... Van Gogh or Edgar Allen Poe.

Poe died poor and freezing
with his cat curled on his feet.

David, don't give up on it.
Maybe it'll be produced posthumously.

You know, I-I-I have never
had a play produced... That's right.

And I've written one play every
year for the past 20 years.

That's because you're a genius.

The proof is that both
common people and

intellectuals find your
work completely incoherent.

- It means you're a genius.
- We all have our moments of doubt.

I paint a canvas every week, take one
look at it and slash it with a razor.

- Well, in your case that's a good idea.
- I have faith in your plays.

- She has faith in my plays because she loves me.
- Also because you're a genius.

Ten years ago, I-I-I kidnapped
this woman from a very beautiful...

middle-class life in Pittsburgh, and
I made her life miserable ever since.

Hey, Ellen, as long
as he's a good man, keep him.

You know, I think the mistake we women
make is we fall in love with the artist...

- Hey, you guys, are you listening?
- Yes, yes.

We fall in love with the artist, not the man.
- I don't think that's a mistake.

- How is that a mistake?
- The artist makes the man.

She's right. You can't separate 'em. No, look. Say
there was a burning building...

and you could rush in, and
you could save only one thing:

either the last known copy of Shakespeare's
plays or some anonymous human being.

- You cannot...
- What would you do?

- You cannot deprive the world of those plays.
- Correct.

- Phone call, David.
- It's an inanimate object.

It's not an inanimate object!
It's art! Art is life! It lives!

We got the money.
We can do the play.

What? When? How?

A single backer
goin' for the whole show.

An old acquaintance. I'm up
at the Cotton Club. I ran into him.

- And no hitches?
- Well, uh...

We'll meet tomorrow and discuss it,
all right? Luxor Baths. Noon.

Are you nuts? You think I'm gonna let
some amateur play the lead in my play?

Did I say "lead"?
Did I say "lead," Mr. Genius?

Some guy's girlfriend 'cause
he's puttin' up the money?

Did I say "lead"?

I said a part, a role.
I thought maybe Dr. Philips.

- The psychiatrist? It's a key role.
- What key role?

- It's a small part. Key role!
- Who is this woman anyway?

Olive Neal? I don't even know what
she looks like, much less can she act.

He says she's the stuff
that stars are made of.

That's 'cause he's in love with her.
And who is he anyway?

- His name is Nick Valenti.
How-How... How do I know that name? What's he do?

- Ah, he's got his finger in a number of pies.
- I don't like the sound of this.

- Look, you wanna get your play on or not?
- I gotta meet her first.

- So you'll meet her.
- I'm conflicted.

- You'll meet her. That's all I'm saying.
- The psychiatrist is not small.

It's not the lead. It's... It's a
small part. Who do you see in the lead?

- I don't know.
- What about Helen Sinclair?

Oh, sure. I mean, she'd be great.
But can we get her?

Why can't we get her? She's been in
nothin' but flops the past three years.

Yeah, but she's a major actress.

Was.

She'd be great.
I mean, really, she's brilliant.

She possesses all the necessary fire.
For the part, she'd be great.

You really think so?

- I'm glad you think so.
- Think we can get her?

- I sent the script to her agent, Sidney Loomis.
- You did?

- Did I do wrong? Did I do wrong?
- No, no.

- Did I do wrong not checking with you first?
- Not at all.

- If so, I stand corrected. I mean that.
- No, really.

- Helen Sinclair... really.
- Get it out.

- She's great.
- Well, all we can do is hope for the best.

You must be joking!

You want me to play some frumpy
housewife who gets dumped for a flapper?

Don't you remember who I am?
Don't you know who you represent?

- I'm Helen Sinclair!
- Definitely! You are definitely Helen Sinclair.

I look at you and I say Helen Sinclair!
But who better to play that role?

- Under whose direction? Some novice!
- He's the author.

Of two flops.

Julian says it was the directors
that messed up those projects.

Julian Marx! I do plays put on
by Belasco or Sam Harris.

Not some Yiddish pants salesman
turned producer.

My ex-husband used to say, "If you're gonna
go down, go down with the best of them."

Which ex-husband?

Oh, I don't know which ex-husband.
The one with the moustache.

Listen to me. Authors are very often
the best directors of their own works.

She's dowdy! Sid, the ingenue
has all the hot lines.

Even the female psychiatrist
is a better role.

But the role of Sylvia Poston
is the lead.

Sylvia Poston.
Even the name reeks of Orbach's!

I do Electra!
I do Lady Macbeth!

I do plays by Noel and Phil Barry
or at least Max Anderson.

Helen, listen to me. This is
a major part in a serious play.

And let's face it, Helen. You have
not been in a hit in a long time.

- In a long, long, long time.
- I'm still a star!

I never play frumps or virgins.

You're a star because you're great,
and you are a great star.

But let me tell you somethin'.

In the last couple of years...

you're better known as an adulteress and
a drunk... I say this in all due respect.

I haven't had a drink
since New Year's Eve.

- We're talkin' Chinese New Year's.
- Naturally.

Still, that's two days, Sid.
You know how long that is for me?

- What is it, Josette?
- Some flowers.

Well, bring them here, will you?

The offers are not pourin' in
like they used to.

They're from David Shayne.

"As a small artist to a greater one.
That you merely consider my play..."

is all the fulfillment I require.

Hmm.

- What's he like?
- I hear he's terrific. A genius ready to emerge.

- I have to be billed over the title.
- Where else?

Approval of the leading man.
The star's dressing room.

This is not even a question.

Approval of all photos of me.

Oh, it's still not
a very glamorous role.

But maybe I could meet with David.
Maybe we could go over the script.

Maybe there's a few ways
we could find to brighten her up. Hmm?

Why am I nervous?

- That was sad. Clara Bow had it rough.
- She's a doll.

- I'd do anything to be in a movie.
- You're pretty enough.

Do you think you could
ever speak to Mr. Valenti?

Mr. Valenti knows everybody.
He'll do the right thing.

That's right.

I hear he's gonna make Olive Neal
a Broadway star.

Go, go, go!

Where'd it happen?

Who'd they get?
Oh, Jesus!

All right, I'm gonna be
at Olive's for about an hour.

You get some more guys downstairs
and call me back on the Masucci thing.

- This is for Leo Kustabeck, you hear me?
- Hey!

You said this was the lead. It's a smaller part.
- All right. All right.

- I got no time now.
- It's a smaller part. I don't believe it.

They just got Vinny and Sal outside a movie house.
- I counted the lines.

Sylvia Poston is the lead character.
I'm just backing her up.
- Did you hear what I said?

I'm tired of backing people up.
I wanna be the lead in this play.
- Julian says you're gonna be a doctor.

A doctor. I don't wanna be
a doctor. I wanna be the lead.
- A head doctor. It's a big part.

A head doctor,
but it ain't the lead.

- So don't try and snow me.
- You'd squawk if they hung you with a new rope.

- I know a lead when I see a lead,
and this ain't the lead.

A lead is on every single page.
A lead has lots of scenes.
- Hello? Oh, Vito.

- Ya heard? Get everybody together at the garage.
- I don't get to kiss nobody.

- No, I want it done today! What is it with you?
- Hey! Hey!

You wanna take your business outta here?
We got guests!

Call me back.

- I got trouble here.
- I don't care about your trouble.

What am I supposed to do? Just
foot the bills around here?

- I don't care.

And I want my say with this Broadway big shot too.
- Okay, okay, just don't embarrass me, all right.

- I'm lookin' out for your interests, okay?
- - Miss Olive?

- There's a Mr. Marx and...
- I know, I know. Send 'em in, Venus.

- Listen. When they get here...
- What?

- Charm 'em a little, baby.
- You're the one that needs charm lessons.

- I told them you're a great actress.
- I am a great actress.

Nick Valenti!
Say hello to David Shayne.

- David, how are you?
- Hello. I'm Olive.

- This is Olive Neal.
- Charmed, charmed, charmed.

- Come on in. Come on.
- Come on in.

Hey, Dave, she read your play. She thinks
it's great. - Yes, I read your play.

It's thrilling, turbulent,
a page turner.

Charmed, charmed,
charmed, charmed.

She's a great little actress.
Just needs a break.

- What have you been in, Miss, uh...
- Olive. Olive. Olive.

- Call me Olive, honey.
- You smoke?...No.

- Olive, ah, your... well, your experience?
- I love the play.

- Well, I, uh...
- Oh, she ain't got no experience.

- I do too. I have too.
- She's a natural.

- I have experience.
- They ain't talkin' dancin', Olive.

- He doesn't know what he's talkin' about.
- You don't mean dancin', do you?

She used to wiggle at this joint in Hoboken.
Pick up quarters off the tabletops with her...

Hey! Hey! Hey! Butt out, why don't ya!
They're talkin' to me!
- I'm tryin' to break the ice.

- Who wants a drink?
- I'll have a double anything. Be great.

- No, I have an ulcer.
- Venus, a double whiskey.

- Make it two, Venus.
- Do you want the blue stuff or the green?

- The imported, dummy.
- Oh, you mean from the clean bathtub.

Mm-hmm.

- So you never acted before?
- Honey, honey. Yes, I have acted.

I have acted. I've acted a lot. I was in a
musical revue. Can you light this for me?

Geez. No manners.
No gentleman.

Yeah, I did a musical revue
in Wichita.

Maybe you heard of it. It was called
Leave A Specimen. I had two songs.

Two numbers. Two thrilling,
show-stopping numbers.

I'm actually feeling
a little sick, really.

I'm actually feeling a little faint.
Can we sit down?

Oh, one thing I was wondering, is who's
gonna be playing the part of Sylvia Poston?

Only Helen Sinclair.

Helen Sinclair?
I never heard of her.

- Uh, you follow the theatre?
- What are you trying to insinuate?

Hey, don't gimme that shit!

You tell Masucci he don't play ball, I'll come
down there, I'll chop his fuckin' legs off!

Don't you pay any attention to Nick.
He's in one of his depressed moods.

I'll cut his throat. I'll come down there,
I'll pull his guts out through his windpipe!

- Ya hear me?
- What'd ya do? Walk up?

- No!
- You're sweating like a pig.

I have a bit of a blood sugar
situation now and again.

- Blood sugar?

- What is that?
- You ah... Olive, you... you like the play?

- Mmm. It's sad.
- Well, it's a tragedy.

I'll say, but I got some ideas
how we can goose it up.

- Ideas?
- Mm-hmm. I go to the movies all the time.

- I got a million clever ideas.
- You burn it down, Cheech! Burn it down, I said.

- I want it to look like arson!
- I got a crick.

- When?
- A crick?

Everything's tight.
I think maybe we should go.

Oh, no, no, no.
Don't go.

Hey, Venus, let's go
with that hooch!

Uh, uh, Olive, when did you
get interested in acting?

Hey, listen, you think I came to this town
to swing it around in a chorus line?

Tits and ass. Tits and ass.
That's all they care about. Thank you.

Hey, didn't I tell you
to make "horse durves"?

I don't make nothin' out of horses,
especially "horse durves..."

'cause I don't know what
they are, and neither do you!

Oh, ain't you the big mouth
since you hit your number.

- And I said the imported stuff. The imported
stuff ate through the bottle. It's gone!

A likely story. It's very hard
to get good help these days.

- Sorry you guys had to hear that.
- I'm feeling fairly dizzy.

- Some problems with the firm.
- Really? What type of firm is it, Nick?

It's a "don't stick your nose in
other people's business..."

- and it won't get broken type of firm.
- Yeah.

- I see, I see. Thank you.
- That's what kind of firm.

I'm feeling a bit unstable.
I think maybe I'll go...

and check into a sanitarium
and get the help that I need.

And we'll talk later because it's
been good. Hasn't it, Julian?

- Oh, yeah.
- It's been good.

- This is gonna be a big event on Broadway.
- Thank you.

Absolutely not!
No!

You'll work with her, mold her. It'll
be a challenge. - Out of the question!

She'll win an award. It'll be a great
show business anecdote.

- It will not happen!
- A tribute to you as a director. You use your actors like clay.

Julian, have you lost all reason?

Do you really believe that that woman could play
a psychiatrist? That woman? That thing up there?

- Her voice, her grasp.
- All right.

She's the woman who picks quarters off tabletops
with - Let me level with you, Mr. Artist.

This is a dog-eat-dog world,
not an ideal world.

Now, if you wanna get your play on, you're
gonna have to make a few concessions.

Life is not perfect.
Plus, it is short.

And, if you can't figure that out, you might as
well pack up right now and go back to Pittsburgh.

I sold out! I sold out.

- I sold out.
- David.

What's wrong?

- I'm a whore!
- Oh, my God!

- I'm a prostitute! I'm a whore!
- David, pull yourself together.

They'll call the police.

David. Oh, my God!
You look horrible.

Oh, I feel sick.

Please, you'll wake the Finkelsteins.
You want an aspirin?

- David. David.
- Oh, my God! My art! My work!

- What's wrong with you?
- Do I want success that badly?

- David. Come back to bed.
- The answer's yes. The answer's yes.

- Please come back to bed.
- When offered to have my play
backed by a hoodlum, I said yes.

- Please come back to bed.
It's a deal with the devil, and the penalty is...

- his girlfriend plays a part.
- Who are you calling at 3:00 a.m.?

Hello, Julian? It's David.
Who do you see in the male lead?

Oh, kid.

It's 3:00 a.m.

- I see Warner Purcell.
- Nah, too fat.

You seen him lately?
Nah, the man's a compulsive eater.

Doesn't matter.
I talked to his agent...

and he's been on a new diet
for four months. He looks fine.

I want him for Lieutenant Masters.
Then maybe I can live with all this.

I can live with
these compromises.

I'll have Warner Purcell and Helen Sinclair,
and then I can live with that gun moll!

No, not Warner, kid. No.

I had him in Nuns Aplenty.

He'll turn over a new leaf. Then he'll
get insecure; he'll start eating.

By the time we get to Boston, he'll be
as big as my sister-in-law's ass.

No! No more compromises!
It is my play, and I want him!

I want him, and I want him,
and that's it. I'm not a whore!

- David, David, David!
- I'm all right.

Olive starts rehearsal
for a show next week.

- I want you to stay with her.
- Yeah.

I want you to make sure
they treat her right up there.

Those theatre characters
I don't trust 'em.

The show's costing me a bundle,
and I'm gonna get my money's worth.

- She wants to be a star.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- And I promised her.
Mr. V., look, it's not that I don't wanna do it...

Cheech, I'm giving you
an order. What do you do?

I know.

Monday, September 10.

Today rehearsals began,
and I've decided to keep a journal.

Perhaps my experience
will be of value to others...

just as I pore over with relish the notes
of my idols. Chekov and Strindberg.

Rehearsals began promptly
at 10:00 a.m.

Warner Purcell was first to arrive
full of bonhomie and good humor.

- Good morning!
- Warner Purcell. Hello, I'm David Shayne.

Oh, David, how marvellous to meet you. Well done.
- Thank you.

- It's a wonderful play. Some lovely speeches.
- I'm honored that you're doing it.

- It's my pleasure.
- Our stage manager, Mitch.

- Mitchell Sabine. I'm here if you need anything.
- Mitchell, nice to meet you.

- That's fine.
- And you're gonna be in dressing room two.

- Lovely.
- And this is my assistant, Lorna.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Lorna, nice to meet you.

We have coffee and Danish,
some smoked salmon.

Um, Mitchell, would it be frightfully
tiresome if I just had hot water and lemon?

- Not at all.
- Thank you.

- And of course you know Julian Marx.
- Oh, Julian, yes.

- Our swords have crossed.
- Warner, you look wonderful.

And yourself.

Eden Brent, who plays
the other woman, arrived second.

She has a wonderful vivacity.

Good morning! Good morning!
Don't get up. Don't get up.

I have first-day-rehearsal presents for everybody.
- How thoughtful.

Oh, its Nothing! It's nothing. Just some soap
and some potpourri and incense for you, I think.

- Now, have you met Mr. Woofles?
- No. No.

- Oh, don't pull such a sour face.
- Hello, Mr. Woofles.

Oh, be careful.
She's a Chihuahua...

but there's a pinch of Doberman in her
so sometimes she goes for your throat.

Just kidding.

- I think you've met everyone here. Lorna.
- We talked on the telephone.

I don't know if you've met
our Lieutenant Masters, Warner Purcell.

- Oh, pleased to meet you.
- How was your crossing?

- Well, I came over
five years ago, but it was lovely.

Now, my darling, do you want
some milk or something to eat?

- I'll get her a saucer.

No, no, you don't have to bother
with that because I breast-feed her.

Just kidding, everybody.

- Please, can we...
- Julian, nice to see you.

- How are you?
- Mr. Marx... Yes, of course.

I'm in the middle, yes?

- Should we take the dog...
- No, no, no, no, no.

It's my baby.

Olive Neal entered, naturally,
with the force of a hurricane.

- Hey, you gonna hover over me like dead meat?
- Mr. V. says I stay close.

We've been drivin'
around for 15 minutes.

I told ya he said the Belasco,
not the Morosco, you cement-head!

- Hello, Olive.
- Hello.

- Everyone, this is Dr. Philips. Olive Neal.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

- You know Julian.
- Yes.

- My assistant, Lorna.
- Hi.

- Eden Brent, Kristen.
- Ah, cute dog.

- Warner Purcell. Lieutenant Masters.
- Charmed, charmed, charmed.

- Stage manager Mitch.
- Mitch, hi, hi, hi, hi.

- And you are?
- I'm with her.

- He's with me. Yeah.
- Okay. Okay.

Well, um, we're just gonna
rehearse for a while, so...

Yeah.
Where she goes, I go.

All right, buster, why don't you park
yourself in the back row of the theatre...

and try not to snore.

Um, I...

- What?
- I don't like other people watching rehearsals...

- generally as a rule because
the actors are very sensitive.
- What? What'd you say?

- I-I don't like...
- Hey, hey, who are you? Who are you?

- Whoa, whoa. Easy.
- I'm the director.

- Who is this?
- Wait a minute.

- I'm the director of the play.
- Wait a minute, Mr., uh...

- Cheech. The name's Cheech.
- Mr. Cheech, first of all...

- No, not Mr. Cheech. Ya hear me?
- Yeah.

- Cheech. Simple. Cheech.
- Cheech.

Now, why don't you just take a seat
in the back and we'll... Yeah, go ahead.

- That's it.
- I find this very problematic.

- I'll be over there.
- He'll be unobtrusive, believe me.

He's not gonna bother anybody.
He just wants to watch.

He's my bodyguard.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Sorry I'm late. I'm usually highly professional.
- Oh, I'm sure.

- This is for you.
- Oh, talcum powder. My favourite.

- Thank you. You're a doll.
- Oh, no, you're a doll.

Helen Sinclair came a half
hour late, but she had a good excuse.

Please forgive me.
My pedicurist had a stroke.

She fell forward onto the orange stick
and plunged it into my toe.

- It required bandaging.
- Oh, my poor darling.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

- We all know and admire Helen Sinclair.
- We're old friends.

- Thank you so much.
- Miss Sinclair, this is Mitch.

Oh, yes, yes. Oh, my goodness' sake.
I can't believe I'm here.

Oh-ho, look at this.
Look at this. Would you look?

Oh, this old theatre.

This church.

So replete with memories.

So full of ghosts.

Mrs. Alving.

Uncle Vanya.

There's Cordelia.

Here's Ophelia.

Clytemenstra!

Each performance a birth.

Each curtain...

a death.

Was that a mutt?

Yes, Miss Sinclair.

I hate mutts!

I didn't want to overwhelm
any of the actors on the first day...

so all we did
was read through the play.

I can't live like this.

The same routine
over and over and over.

The days blend together
like melted celluloid.

Like a film whose images
become distorted and meaningless.

I want a divorce, Sylvia. I've said it
in a thousand subtle ways...

hoping you would realize,
but you refuse to see it.

As a little girl,
I swore one day...

I would have a necklace
made from the Milky Way.

Oh, Kristen, Kristen, if only humans
weren't cursed with the power of memory.

Dreams are only disguised feelings.

The more we bring these
painful experiences to the fore...

the easier they become
to deal with.

- What's the "fore"?
- The fore. The foreground.

- Is it... Could I?
- Please.

It's a golf term, when you yell, "fore"
when you're coming forward.

- I didn't realize that.
- So you're telling me she's talking about golf?

- Continue!
- What?

Oh, yes, okay. Doctor...

am I unattractive, worn out?

Spent? Broken?
Desiccated? Old?

Come, come, Mrs. Poston.
You're being mas...

- Mas...
- Masochistic.

- Masochistic?
- Yes, masochism is someone who enjoys pain.

- As opposed to sadism.
- Enjoys pain?

What is she, retarded?

- I don't fuckin' believe this!
- Continue.

After the rehearsal,
I felt exhilarated.

Helen Sinclair suggested
we go for a drink to unwind.

She said she knew of a little out-of-the-way
speakeasy where we could talk.

- It was wonderful to see old, uh...
- Wasn't it?

- Warner. Yes.
- Warner, yeah. He looks so slim.

- He's on a new diet.
- Who is she? Oh, I need a drink.

Olive.
Yes. I'm sorry about Olive.

I do apologize.
We needed her to raise the money.

It must be difficult
getting a work like this on.

It's a sad reality
of the marketplace, I'll tell ya.

- We've never really had a chance to talk.
- No.

- Hi, folks. What can I get you?
- Two martinis, please, very dry.

- How'd you know what I drank?
- Oh, you want one too?

- Three.
- Three martinis.

Uh, I can't judge my own writing,
but I must say...

that just from today's reading, I can tell
how brilliant you're going to be in this role.

- It's a wonderful play.
- Thank you.

No, no, I mean it. It's so rare
that anything is really about something.

You know... Well, there's Max Anderson
and Gene O'Neill.

- That's about it.
- You just named my two living gods.

I was a little reluctant at first
to play the part.

The character is so...
She's so, um... uh, colourless.

Colorless, yes.
Well, that's the idea...

- Then I realized what you were going for.
- You did?

How profound, how complex,
her inner life really is.

I tried to give her
some contradictions.

I was worried.

I'm used to playing
more overtly heroic women.

Less tentative.
More alluring.

Certainly not frigid.

No, yes, yes. Well, Sylvia Poston
is a mass of neuroses.

In spite of the fact that I could really find
nothing at all in the play to brighten her up...

- no real passion, no seductiveness...
- Nothing?

I still think that
she's worth playing.

We could work it over, and a touch here or
there could be changed to make sure you're...

- No, no, no, no. I wouldn't dream of you...
- comfortable.

Changing a word
of your work for me.

God, who am I, some
vain Broadway legend?

You... you're
a budding Chekhov.

I'm not saying I'll distort the play.
I'm just saying I'll reread it with that in mind.

I mean, after all, Miss Sinclair...
Helen. May I call you Helen?

- Yes.
- Helen...

your instincts as an actress
are impeccable.

And I want the character to have dimension.
I don't mean for her to be a drone.

- You see through me, don't you?
- Me?

You're clever.

You're brilliant.

What insight into women.

Don't deny it.

I don't see why
she has to be frigid.

Hey, how ya doin', doll?
How'd it go?

Ah, they're all so stuck up.

- Yeah? Anybody botherin' her?
- No.

They expect me to memorize
all these lines.

Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?
To be an actress?

- I know, I know, I know.

- I got a headache.
- Cheech'll help you practice after we eat.

- Me?
- The girl's got stuff to memorize, all right?

- Yeah, but, Nick...
- Go sit in the tub, honey. Go ahead.

I'm takin' you out to Delmonico's.
You want sirloin or a lobster?

- One of each.

Listen, Nick, I'm not too good at
this memorizing, and I got a date...

All right, all right, knock it off.
I got a little errand for you to run.

- What kind of errand?

A message for Charlie Masucci,
and we ain't got a lot of time.

♪ Up a lazy river ♪
♪ where the old mill run ♪

♪ Meets lazy, lazy river ♪
♪ in the noonday sun ♪

♪ Linger in the shade ♪
♪ of a kind old tree ♪

♪ Throw away your troubles ♪
♪ Dream a dream... ♪

♪ - Up a lazy river ♪
♪ where the robin's song ♪

♪ Awakes a bright new morning... ♪

Can't you see...

you're living out
the exact same pattern...

your mother lived out
with your father?

I am?
Pray tell.

In some way,
you're trying to relive it,

and in the process
of reliving it, correct it.

As if that were possible.
Ha!

- It don't say "Ha."
- I know it don't say "Ha." I added that.

- What do ya mean you added that?
I added it! I added it!

Are you allowed to do that?
We're allowed to add things!

- How could you add something? You can't do that.
- You're allowed to add things!

- It's called ad-libbing.
- You can't do that!

I can do that. What do you know? You
don't know nothin'. Shut up and read.

- I think the whole thing stinks.
I think you're a degenerate zombie.

Shut up and read!

- You better shut up! Just shut up!
- You shut up and read.

- You shut up!
- You're lucky you're Nick's girl.

You're lucky you're an idiot.

What endeavors you...
to concoct a theory so tenuous?

Mmm-mmm-mm.

I sure pities the poor folks who gonna
have to pay to see this play.

- What ya thinking?

Oh, just about Eugene O'Neill
and Max Anderson, you know.

Yeah. You've been rewriting all night
and it's only just the first day.

- Is that a bad sign?
- No. I just think that I might have made...

the character of Sylvia Poston
a bit too antiseptic.

- She's gotta have a sexual side to her.
- No, no.

I think she's the best female character
you've written in a long time.

- Says who?

David, you know you always have
problems getting into the female mind.

I know that you think that.
You always talk about it.

You've said so yourself before.
We've had this discussion.

All your friends are men. You... You've
always had problems writing for women.

Witness your relationship
with your mother, your grandmother...

- your two aunts, your sister...
- I think I try to factor that into my work.

But to be honest with you...

at this moment, I don't think
you really understand my work at all.

- Oh! Don't be so defensive.
- I'm not being defensive.

Perhaps my opinions just aren't intellectual
enough for you. Maybe they're just not...

That's a horrible thing to say.
When you have a good idea

I listen to it, and I always
am very responsive.

In this case, I think you're wrong.
That's about it.

- When am I right?

You're right about other things, but not
about Sylvia Poston and her sexuality.

September 17.
The first week is behind me now...

and apart from a few minor incidents,
things seemed to go okay.

There was that moment
between Helen and Eden.

I can't do that speech if she's
going to be fidgeting around upstage!

- Well, that's why I think I should sit. I'll sit.
- Oh, God!

Sylvia would never ask her to sit
in her own house. She despises her!

She doesn't want me to sit. She doesn't
want me to stand. I guess I could squat.

David, do you realize you're asking an
audience to believe that my husband...

would leave me for this woman?
Come along.

Excuse me. Excuse me Helen,
but I think it's made very clear...

right David, in the speech about
erotic attraction, why he does that.

You fool! He's thinking of me when he does
that speech. Don't you know anything?

- Only the part about the liver spots.
- Listen.

How long has it been since
you've had a real hemorrhage?

David, I wonder if now would
be a moment for me to

do my soliloquy from Act II?
We could give it a run.

- Did you hear what she...
- Please. Aspirin!

All right, yes, why don't we?
And, Eden, just take five.

I need an aspirin!

Mitch.

Then there was the time when
I tried to cut one of Olive's speeches.

I like that speech, and I
already got it memorized.

Oh, but it's superfluous.

- It's... What, what is it?
- Well, I've overwritten it.

We know how you feel about Sylvia's
breakdown when you talk with the good doctor.

So it's my fault.
Um, the performance is fine.

But, um...
I like to say it.

- We... We don't need it.
- Hey!

Are you tryin' to make
my part smaller?

- No, no, every...
- My part's small enough as it is!

Every play needs some cuts, and the size
of the role is not the important thing.

Did you hear what she said? She doesn't
want her speech taken away from her!

- Look, look, Mr. Cheech, I've about...
- I'd rather be shootin' crap myself...

but Mr. V. told me that she's gotta
be up there a lot!

- I wrote this play, and I'm directing this play!
- I don't care.

You wanna get slapped here or do you want me
to take you outside and we'll straighten this out?

It's up to you.

Warner Purcell remains
good-spirited and a joy to work with.

And what discipline. Although, I notice he no
longer has just a cup of hot water and lemon.

If you start it off
at that level...

Well, what are we going to do
about that canine-loving ingenue?

Did you cast her because you
thought she was attractive?

She's pretty but more importantly, she has a
certain perkiness that the character requires.

She's perky all right. She makes you wanna sneak
up behind her with a pillow and suffocate her.

- It's a beautiful apartment.
- Josette.

- My beaker of martinis.
- Your taste is exquisite.

My taste is superb.
My eyes are exquisite.

What justifiable confidence.

I think at some point you're
going to have to fire Olive.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Oh, how can you take her butchering
your poetry? I know I couldn't stand it.

Besides, no one in his right mind is going to
believe she's a doctor, not even a veterinarian.

I understand, but it's a compromise
that I have to live with...

and if I want the play to open,
I have to find a way to live with it.

I plan on reducing the scope of her role
if her bodyguard will let me.

Can you believe that character?

Imagine, travelling with
your own private Neanderthal.

I wasn't aware that you opened The Master Builder.
- Oh, well.

I had forgotten that
you won that drama award.

- Here's to your play.
- Oh, thank you. Our play.

To an ideal world
with no compromise.

Oh, my gosh, look at this view!

A million blinking lights.
A million broken hearts.

- You know what's down there?
- What?

- Broadway.
- Ah. That's your street.

Mm-hmm. Yes, that's my street,
but I'd like to give it to you.

- That is, if you want it.
- Who wouldn't want it?

I want you to write a play for me.
Oh, I mean when all this is over.

Your next play, I want you to
create a vehicle for Helen Sinclair.

- I'm honored.
- But it must have size...

an important woman.

- A Borgia. A Curie. You name it.
- Yes!

- I'll dedicate myself to it.
- Oh, and while you're at it...

if you could just have
a look at that scene in Act ll.

If she succeeds in seducing the Lieutenant
instead of being rejected a second time...

- it could add some variation to the character.
- Yes, that's a wonderful idea.

The heart is "labyrinthinine..."

a maze beset with brutal pitfalls
and mean obstacles.

David, I can't say that line. It doesn't
make sense. It's stupid. I don't get it.

It's just a stylish way of
expressing a particular idea.

- Idea? What idea?

The agony of love.
The difficulty of relating.

Oh no. Why do you have to make it so hard to say?
- Just say the line, Olive.

No, I can't say it. I can't say it.
It's a mouthful of "gibberish."

- Gibberish!

- I can't say it, and I will not say it.
- Just do the line, Olive.

No! I'm not making
a fool of myself.

She's right, it stinks.

Oh-ho, Jesus,
another party heard from.

It's a stupid way of talkin',
and nobody talks like that.

- I don't believe this is happening.
- Frankenstein is right.

When I want your opinion,
I will ask for it.

I can't stand to listen to this
garbage. Every day I sit back there...

and I hear the same bullshit
over and over again.

Then leave.
No one asked you here.

Oh, David, take it easy.

Where did you study play writing?
Was it Sing Sing?

"A maze beset
by brutal pitfalls..."

Hey, Olive, I memorized it,
and I'm tellin' ya...

it comes to me all the time,
and it stinks on fuckin' hot ice!

- That's it. I quit. This is crazy.
- David.

- Oh, please, I have a little hangover!
- I am famished.

Everyone, everyone,
why don't we take lunch? An hour?

You don't wanna
say the goddamned line...

- don't say the goddamned line!
- Oh, look at you, Mr. Temperamental.

If that rat on a leash
barks one more time...

- He sounds melancholy. Is he melancholy?
- You can trim the line.

- Because she can't handle it?

No, because you said yourself you
were having trouble with it.

- So you agree with the gorilla?
- David, for Christ sake! It's one line!

- It's not going to wreck the scene.
- That's not the point!

Suddenly I'm taking suggestions from a
strong-arm man with an I.Q. of minus 50.

I've had it!

- David, for goodness' sake. Come on.
- Look who's here.

Oh, God!
Get my rifle!

I guess I'm just hypersensitive because
maybe deep down, I agree with the goon.

- Maybe it is a turgid line.
I don't know. My nerves are shot.
- No. Just calm yourself.

Helen, the play is not working.
It's not working, and it's in the writing.

It's in my writing, it's in the script.
It's not just Olive.

David, that's the reason we have rehearsal.
That's the reason we go out of town.

You have such a wonderful attitude.
I'm so lucky.

The best part of this project every day
is that I get to come to work...

and see you and be with you
and work with you.

- I don't mean to spoil the day.
- Then let's not.

Sit down here.
I'm going to show you something.

Okay.

This is my favourite spot
in the park.

And in winter,
when it's covered with snow...

at about 4:30 in the afternoon, when it's
just getting dark and the lights come on...

it's all misty.

And you can just see the silhouettes of
the Manhattan skyline through the trees.

And it's magical.

It's magical.

Helen, I think I'm falling
in love with you.

Don't.

- I don't know if I can help it.
- David, please, we must be strong.

I've kept a check on my feelings for so long,
but there's so much that I want to say.

- What are words?
- Oh, gosh.

David, everything meaningful
is in some unexplainable form.

It's... It's more primordial
than mere language.

- I'm not sure I follow that one.
- Oh, be silent.

- Be silent.
- Helen...

No, let's just sit here
holding our thoughts.

Not revealing them.
Be still.

Let the birds have their song.
Let ours for now remain unsung.

You're amazing.

Stop it.
Stop it.

- I'm not in the mood!
- What do you mean, you're not in the mood?

Honey, you better get in the mood,
'cause he's payin' the rent.

Shut up, Venus!
Just what I said: I'm not in the mood.

Do I have to be in the mood every time you are?
- Hey, stop puttin' on the airs. All right Olive.

I'm not puttin' on airs.

I never knew you when you wasn't
ready for a little action.

Well, today, I'm not ready for action.
I'm tired. Rehearsal is hard.

- Get your motor goin'.
- No!

- Hey, I brought you somethin'.
- What?

- Huh?
- Hmm.

What do ya say?
Come on.

- Nickie.
- Oh, I got a great bottle of French wine.

Joey Foster made it himself.

Pasadena. I'm pooped.

♪ Let's misbehave ♪

♪ There's something wild ♪
♪ about you, child... ♪

Today, Ellen came
to watch rehearsal.

She was very excited to meet the cast,
especially Warner Purcell.

- Warner, Warner, Warner.
This is Ellen.

My girlfriend.
- Oh! Pleased to meet you.

- You should be very proud. He has a rare talent.
- Yes, he does.

The morning proceeded
very smoothly for the first half hour.

And then
another incident occurred.

The heart obeys
its own rules. Ha!

As a doctor, your respect for
rationalities is not very profound.

- David, I... David, can I...
- Yes?

I don't understand the character here.
Suddenly, she's too wise.

And, David, I don't know why she's
telling her to dump her fiance.

- She's caught up with the Lieutenant.
- The Lieutenant?

But it's as if she's just mouthing
the playwright's philosophy.

- Why would she just up and leave Tom?
- Because she's impulsive.

- It doesn't feel right.
- Well, yeah, and I don't understand, you know...

if I'm a doctor, how come
I'm giving her such bad advice?

- It's not bad advice.
- It is bad advice.

But, David, you see, in Act I,
she says that Tom changed her life.

Yes, but she's recklessly
driven to the Lieutenant.

- It doesn't make sense.

- Just give it a chance.
- There's something contradictory about it.

- Just give it a chance.
- It's just bad writing.

I'll tell ya what's wrong.

- Oh, Christ! Julian?
- Now let's wait a minute.

- Let's not get into a situation here.
- She shouldn't leave the guy.

She should stick with him.

Then when the Lieutenant has that fight with
his wife and walks out, he should notice her.

That way, it won't be boring.

Somebody say something!

- I think it's a good idea.
- It's not a bad one.

- You're kidding.
- Oh, no.

It's, uh...
It really isn't.

Personally, I like it.
I think it's very dramatic.

Ellen, do you see what I'm up against?
Do you see what I have to put up with?

- I think he has an interesting concept.
- What?

Not to say that...

- She doesn't leave the Lieutenant.
- Right.

- She doesn't leave her fiance.
- Right.

We lose that scene, and suddenly
a lot of good possibilities open up.

- It's a helluva lot better than what you got.
- I actually like it, David.

- You're taking his side?
- It's not a question of sides.

David, she's right. The play
always bogged down there.

Try it.

That's why the actors always
looked so uncomfortable.

I can't make those changes.

- Why not? H-H-How do they meet again?
- Because the...

The Lieutenant notices her, right?
And then, he goes after her.

I mean, that's the way it would happen
in real life. He goes after her. Come on.

You can't force it, kid. I mean, if it's
meant to go in a whole other direction...

- I quit!
- Oh, don't be so egotistical.

- I'm outta here.
I'm Egotistical? Why? Because I protect my play?

- Protect it against what? A good idea?
- Oh, thank you for the support.

- No, no, I quit! That's it. Good-bye.
- I'm gonna go shoot crap.

- That's it. I quit.
- Wait a minute.

David. David!

- I'm gonna go shoot crap.
- David.

Mommy's coming.

If an artist can, it gives us all a
much better chance, and he is an artist.

- Is that why he's getting all
hot and bothered all the time?
- Yes, they're very emotional people.

- Artists are emotional, are they?
- Yes, they are.

Hey, I've been meaning
to ask ya...

is it my imagination
or are you always... lookin' my way?

- You're a very observant girl. Yes, I have been looking at you.
- Thank you.

Yeah, well, I notice somethin'.
I notice you have...

a really big appetite.

- Yes, I do have a big appetite.
- Yeah, I noticed that, but...

- Where's your baby-sitter?
- What, Cheech?

- Yes.
- Ah, you don't have to worry
about Cheech. He took off.

- Did he?
- Yeah, the minute there's a chance,
he always runs off to play craps.

- Takes about two hours.
Well, listen, while you've been let off the leash

- Yeah?
- Why don't we go in...

- and get to know each other a bit better?
- Okay.

That might be pleasant.

Well.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

- You're a very attr... Wait just a minute.
- What? What? What?

- Before we start...
- Yeah?

- What? Oh.
- Just a...

- A little poultry.
- Okay.

- All right. Let's go.
- All right.

You do have a big appetite.

- Pull yourself together.
So he came up with a good idea.

- Helen, not you too?
- If you did follow his suggestion...

you'd be able to put in that new scene
in Act III that you've always wanted to.

- Yes, but it'd...
And that... that casts a whole new light...

on my relationship
with my husband. Yes!

So you're saying
you want me to change it?

At the risk of seeing you
upset on your birthday.

- How did you know it was my birthday?
- Happy birthday.

- Helen! Ohh.
- Open it.

Gosh!

Oh, gosh.
Really. It's...

Don't get too excited.
I didn't buy it.

Cole Porter gave it to me.
It's one of many.

- Now I'm gonna have to take up smoking.
- Hmm.

Have a good time tonight with your girlfriend.
I'm sure she's taking you out.

- Yes, with the Marxes.
- Yes, well... make a birthday wish.

- I have.
- I hope you get everything in life that you want.

Helen, have you thought
about what I said before...

- about the way I feel?
- Don't speak.

- But I want to express...
- Don't speak. Don't.

- Just a few things I want to tell you.
- Don't speak.

- When we first met...
- No, no. Don't speak.

Please don't speak.
Please don't speak.

No! No!
No! Go!

Go, gentle Scorpio, go!

Your Pisces wishes you
every happy return.

- Just one...
- Don't speak!

♪♪

Wow, a wallet!

- That's appropriate.
- It was the nicest one I saw by far.

- The piping. That's real leather.
- Places to put stuff in there.

- You like it?
- It's amazing... Beautiful.

- You like it?
- Yes, beautiful.

- Now all I need is some money,
and it'll hold its shape.
- You will prosper, my friend.

- I promise. Am I right, Hilda?
- No, I love it.

- Can I pick 'em or can I pick 'em?
- Oh, you sure can, Julian.

- Happy birthday.

Thank you. Thank you. Thanks
for spending it with me.

- Oh, it's wonderful.
- Hilda, touch glasses there.

Hey, look who's here
with his girlfriend.

- Oh, no.
- I owe that big Gorgonzola an apology.

What are you talking about?
He's drunk.

Now that he's drunk, he's gonna apologize
to everyone. Complete strangers.

Today at rehearsal, he came up with
that little suggestion, and I overreacted.

I let my ego get in the way of the work,
and I just feel like I owe him an apology.

- Ah, you're all right. You handled it very well.
- I'll be right back.

I take it all back. It was a good
suggestion, and I apologize.

- Say hello to Violet.
- Hi, Violet.

- Hi, nice to meet you. Who's this, Cheech?
- He's a writer.

I'm a struggling writer,
struggling writer.

You wanna know what the
problem with your story is?

What's the problem? What, are you
gonna do some more rewrites?

Sit down. Take a
load off your feet.

- Moe, go on. Come here. Get him a beer.
- Why not?

- He's a writer?
- Yeah.

- I didn't know you knew writers.
- Do me a favour. Shut up.

Don't tell me to shut up.

All right, number one.

See, I don't believe she loves
the guy right from the start.

She's too on, uh, top of him
all the time. That's not love.

That's like keeping somebody in prison.
But if you changed it, right?

And she left him,
then she would feel so bad about it...

- that she would have the
nervous breakdown and go nuts.

- How ya doin', Cheech?
- Tulio, listen, I gotta see you later.

I wanna get down on the Cardinals
for the doubleheader, all right?

- You got it.
All right.

Hey, them birds look good.

Teach your friend some manners
and get him outta here.

- All right, so...
- You were... You were talking about...

Right, all right.
So, now...

if the doctor feels what Sylvia's
feelin'... That's her name, Sylvia.

- There's a Sylvia in my neighborhood.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. What was her name? Sylvia Pincus.
- Sylvia Pincus.

Sylvia Pincus. Big, fat Jewish broad,
had a little tiny husband.

She chopped him up with an axe and mailed
his pieces all over the country.

I don't know what
she was tryin' to prove.

That's disgusting. You gotta
tell that story in front of me?

Hey Relax!
- You know I got a weak stomach.

- You were tellin' me about the play a minute ago.
- Don't interrupt me.

You were sayin' about Sylvia?

Right. So if the doctor feels
what Sylvia's feelin'...

- Uh-huh.
- Know what I mean?

Yeah. She identifies
with her patient, a bit.

Right. This way when she gets jealous,
it makes sense.

- Right.
- Uh-huh.

There's gotta be a time when the
Lieutenant has it out with the doctor.

Why isn't that in there?

You're talking about a whole different
direction for the play. I mean...

Definitely.

Think about it.

How would the audience know
Sylvia was feeling guilty? If...

Oh. I don't know.

Wait a minute.
Yeah. Wait.

You could work it out with maybe you...
You hear what she's thinkin'.

- You mean she speaks her thoughts aloud?
- Sure, why not? It's a play anyhow.

It don't have to be real,
but it'll be stronger.

You think about that.
And you, don't interrupt me no more.

I'm sorry.

So how come you had so much
to say to that Valenti goon?

No, nothing. I was just
thanking him for his ideas.

What ideas? He only had the
one suggestion, didn't he?

- Yeah, yeah.

- That was just it.
- So do you like your wallet?

- What?
- The wallet.

- Oh, yes, yes, it's terrific.
- Are you sure?

Oh, it's very exciting. I love
leatherette. Always have loved it.

Boy, are you loaded.

- Yeah.
- Happy birthday.

Thanks.

September 24. I gave the cast
the rewrites. Everyone seemed pleased.

- These are brilliant! Oh!
- They are.

Now Sylvia's not so passive.

She uses her wiles to trap the Lieutenant,
and that's what causes her guilt!

The whole thing is motivated.
It drives on. Wonderful.

- You mean I gotta memorize all new lines?
- - They're wonderful!

- How did you come up with such divine changes?
- They're not really mine...

Oh, no? Whose are they, God's?

Well, they are mine in the sense that they're mine
- Your modesty becomes you.

But let's face it;
you are a major talent.

A major new voice in the theatre.

The word genius gets thrown around
so frequently in this business...

- but, darling, if the shoe fits...
- Congratulations.

- It finally has balls.
- Now, if we can do something about Act III...

we got a big, fat hit
on our hands.

- Three cheers for the writer!
- Hip-hip... - Hooray!

I stayed up all night
working on the third act.

I admit it came rather hard...

and before I handed in the pages,
I sent them over to Cheech to read.

He suggested I come down
to his office.

- You missed the idea.
- I did?

Yeah, you did.
Plus, nobody talks like that.

You really got that problem. You
don't write like people talk.

I take poetic license.

Poetic license, bullshit. People believe
what they see when the actors sound real.

- Come here. Let me show you.
- What are you doing?

- What does it look like I'm doin'?
- You're gonna write it?

What am I? A fuckin' idiot? They taught me
how to write in school before I burned it down.

You burned down your school?

Yeah, it was Lincoln's birthday.
There was nobody there.

- If you actually write...
- Look, I know how people talk, all right?

Go shoot a rack,
and let me do this.

But if you actually write it,
then I'm not...

Don't worry about it. I ain't gonna tell anybody.
- No?

No. I saw you playin' the big shot.
I know what it's all about.

Where I come from,
nobody squeals.

Go shoot a rack.

Stop starin' at me.

What dialogue!
This is better than O'Neill!

Max Anderson
will never touch you!

So you liked it.

It's so full of passion!
It's so full of life!

I hoped it would lift the story.

What a difference between
this and your first draft.

You hadn't found yourself yet. The idea
was there, but it hadn't crystallized.

You needed to hear it
on its feet, and now this.

It's no longer tepid
and cerebral.

It's full of life!
It's full of passion!

It reeks with tubid sexuality!
It's carnivorous at last!

You thought my first draft was cerebral and tepid?
- Only the plot and the dialogue.

- But this...
- Was-was there nothing in the original draft...

that you feel is worth saving?

The stage directions were lucid.
Best I've ever seen.

- And the colour of the binder. Good choice.
- Thank you.

I always had a flare
for stage directions.

I went back and reread your earlier plays.
They suffered from the same problem.

Good ideas, but
too contrived, no real guts.

It's like you finally happened.

- Helen, I have a confession to make.
- Yes?

- I...
- Don't speak!

No, no, don't speak.
I know you wanna deprecate yourself.

I know you do, but you're
going to take this town by storm.

I didn't...

realize what an inspiration...

you've been to my writing.

Oh, David.

Dear, dear David.

Pungent, seething artist.

The cocoon has opened.

I would give my body freely to
the man who wrote those words.

Those glorious, powerful words.

- Helen...
- No, don't speak.

Don't speak. Don't speak.
No. Silence. Silence.

- Don't speak.
- Please.

September 28.
The play is working much better now.

Helen has been getting on more pleasantly
with Eden, and I believe she likes Mr. Woofles.

Back! Back! Back! Back!

Warner Purcell and Olive seem
to always be exchanging coy glances.

I don't know if it's my imagination, but
he seems to have put on a little weight.

Perhaps the tension of our upcoming Boston
opening has caused him to cheat on his diet.

Can we go
from "God of our fathers"?

Take it from
"God of our fathers."

Oh! God of our fathers,
help me! Help me!

I was thinkin' about
when Sylvia's in the crazy house...

- Sanitarium.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- She gets the D.T.s, and she sees things.
- She hallucinates.

- No, she sees things. You know, like visions.
- Like what kind of visions?

Like her dead husband, and
then they have that talk.

- The one in the third act?

That's right. She couldn't
face up to him when he was alive.

That's great. That's great.
That's great.

- It is great.
- Why didn't I think of that?

Joe, gimme a beer.

That's great.
It's all great.

What's the matter?

Nothin'. I just gotta
take a break for a minute.

- You wanna take a break?
- Yeah.

- All right.
- Got a cramp.

Man.

It's a nice... nice spot.

- Come here a long time.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- You from around here? You live around here?

- New York, born and raised. West 45th Street.
- Mmm.

- Got a big family?
- No.

Got a sister who lives in Jersey.

I had a brother,
but he got killed.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

He welshed on some Shylocks. They took him
out to Canarsie, shot him through the head.

Your brother?

How'd you get into
your line of work?

- My line of work?
- Yeah.

My father.
Was he tough.

You ever think about
doin' anything else?

- Like what?
- Like writing.

- Writing.
- Yeah.

Come on, I've been collecting
for the Mob since I was 16.

- You have a huge gift.

- Yeah.
- No, I'm serious. Really, it's... it's uncanny.

- I mean, your instincts. Dramatic instincts.
- Let me tell ya something. Listen to me.

Your play was very good. Your play was very good.
- Really enviable.

You just didn't use your head.
Sometimes people don't think.

Well, sure, for you
it's simple, you know?

To someone who can draw, it all seems
logical, but for someone who can't...

I studied play-writing
with every teacher. I read every book.

Let me tell you something about teachers.
I hate teachers.

Those blue-haired bitches used to
whack us with rulers. Forget teachers.

There was a boy I knew when I was
growing up, and he played accordion.

- Yeah?

I loved accordion. And I practiced
and I practiced, and I got fluent.

Yet he would squeeze one single note,
and the sound of it would make you cry.

- I used to want to dance. You know that?
- Make you cry.

- I mean it. You ever see George Raft dance?
- Oh, yeah.

- So...
- What?

Mr. Marx says that you, uh, actually
rubbed a few people out. Is that true?

- What is this, the third degree?
- Not at all.

- Then why you sayin' that for?
- I'm just really...

The truth is I'm fascinated.

- I took care of a few guys.
- Why?

Why, why?
I don't know why.

They cheated Mr. V. They went back
on a debt. I'll tell you one thing.

I never rubbed out a guy
who didn't deserve it.

Uh, so what does it actually
feel like when you actually...

- What?
- K-kill a man?

- It feels okay.
- It feels okay?

- Yeah.
- Even the first time?

First time?
First time was a punk in prison.

He squealed on me, and I stuck
an ice pick in his back.

- An ice pick?
- An ice pick, yeah.

Had to do it over and over, 40 times.
It was a mess. Forget about it.

October 1.
Helen Sinclair gave a party.

It was like being in a dream.
Maxwell Anderson was there...

and George S. Kaufman
and Gertrude Lawrence.

Darling, I want you to meet
my playwright, David Shayne.

Oh, you have quite a find here, darling.
Word's all over the streets.

Oh, well, Helen's made me out to be
quite a hero. You're too kind.

No, I'm not kind.
Helen will vouch for that.

But I read your play,
and it's nothing short of marvellous.

I let him read the rewrite,
not the eunuch version.

My tongue is hanging out to
present it on the London stage.

London?

Look at his face, Helen. You're
going to be the toast of Broadway.

Why not the West End, hmm?

- Well, I'm so glad you enjoyed the show.
- It was extraordinary.

And what's this I hear
about Helen's latest? ls that true?

Oh, yes. He's creating a vehicle
for Helen for next season.

Really?

It's a little idea she's wanted to
do for years. She plays Jesus' mother.

- Oh!
- It's a whole Oedipal thing,

He loves her, wants to do in the father.
Well, you can see the complications.

- Of course.
- Of course, we're talking to Ira Gershwin...

about a modern musical version
of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

- Quasimodo Jones.
- Helen has such a-a-a... a new vitality.

- Even her face looks so smooth.
- I know. The monkey glands are working.

Can you leave
your purse here, or is it...

- Why did you close the door?
- I've wanted to be alone with you...

since this boring party began.

This party, boring?
This party's magnificent! It's glorious!

Make love to me.

Here? Now?

- I see no reason to wait.
- Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door.

Yes, he's a wonderful composer.
You'll have to meet him.

Now hang up your pants.

I feel good today. You know, I went
to 34th Street. I got this new dress.

- You like it?
- It's very nice.

- Isn't it? I think we should go dancin' tonight.
- We're gonna go dancin'.

- I just gotta take care of some business.
- Business now?

- Oh, come on.
I'll take you dancin' in a minute. Just stay there

All right.

- Hey, I wanna talk to you.
- Hi, Cheech! What are you doing here?

Listen, usually I wouldn't give you
no warning, but you're a good actor.

You're doin' a good job, and it'll
be a big problem if you're not around.

But I'm tellin' you right now. If you go
near Nick Valenti's girl one more time...

I'm gonna stick my gun in your mouth
and blow a hole in the top of your head.

- All right?

Cheech, it's so funny how you've
misconstrued the situation.

Listen to me. I said don't give me
no shit now, you hear?

- All right, all right.
- I know what's goin' on.

- I understand, Mr. Cheech.
- You understand?

- I do understand, yes.
Next time I come back angry. You hear what I said?

- Yes, I understand.
And next time you go near her, you're a dead man.

- Point taken. Thank you, thank you.
- Now get out of here.

Mmm! Waiter!
Waiter.

Could you bring me some more potatoes, please?
And I'll have the pork loin now. Lovely.

Thank you.
Oh, and one more thing.

I'll have the cheese platter now as well.
Yes, and could you save me the Nesselrode pie?

Lovely.
Thank you.

October 12.
We opened in Boston.

Ellen came up for it.
Mr. Valenti was there.

It went well, although my heart's
in my mouth every time Olive speaks.

Don't tell me you still think
the world revolves around...

- "You"!
- You.

I saw Max Gordon in the lobby.
He loved it!

David, did you know
that I have a train to catch?

Hey, Dave, how was I?

Wonderful. You finished that
whole speech this time.

- Yeah, I did, didn't I?
- And much improved.

You know, Olive was good. She still needs work,
but... Hey, Charlie, how are ya?

The first act seems
to be working well.

I got some flowers for ya.

Oh, a hundred orchids! They
could only be from Billy Rose.

Yes. They are! They're from Billy.
Oh, they're beautiful.

And you!
Oh! Fabulous.

Oh, thank you so much.
So sweet of you.

Listen, let me go and get changed, and
then I'll meet you at the Lobster Grill.

Could you order me
the shore dinner as an appetizer?

And I'll have roast beef
as the main course.

- How come you didn't call me over the weekend?
- Oh, you were great.

- I was busy, my dear. I'm busy now.
- Oh, really?

- Excuse me. Could I just have a word with you?
- No, my friends are up from town.

We're just going to eat, and
I've got to get changed.

- We'll wait for you.
- We'll just be a second.

- Oh, well, I'll be with you in two seconds.
- Bye.

- I can't be here. I mustn't...
When I saw you on stage, doing that big speech...

- Olive, I'm very tempted.
You're a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.
- you were so, so sexy.

- I mustn't be seen with you.
- What the hell is this? A corset? Get it off.

- Don't!
- What, what, what? What are you so nervous about?

I can't be seen with you.
He threatened to kill me.

- Who threatened to kill you?

- Cheech.
- Cheech threatened to kill you?

Well, how do ya like that?
He finally got wise.

You know what? I wouldn't let it
worry you if I were you.

You're not the type to let some
strong-arm gorilla push you around.

Olive, essentially, I'm an actor. I take
on certain roles that require of me...

You weren't just an actor when you were
taking my underwear off. You were a big shot.

You were sayin' to me, "Olive, I have big
plans for you. I want you to star with me."

- Stop it. Listen, Olive...
- I make my own rules.

All this is true,
but we must be realistic.

- Realistic?
God, I'm starving! Do you have a sticky bun or...

Open up. It's me, Nick.

Nick?
Nick Valenti?

- I'm dressing.

Ah, c'mon. I ain't gonna see
no place I ain't been before.

I'm coming, I'm coming.
Hold your water.

- Hi, baby.
- Ah, there you are.

- You were swell in the show tonight, Olive.
- Well, thank you.

- I thought so. Wasn't she, boys?
- Oh, yeah.

- What a thrill.
- Come on. Get yourself dressed.

We got time to grab a drink
before I drive back to New York.

Well, I don't know.

- Not tonight, Nickie. I'm a little bit tired.
- Come on, come on.

You been puttin' me off
for weeks now.

- Well, I'm a little bit tired.
- Since when you too tired
to shovel in a little booze?

What a marvellous audience. I thought
the show went quite well, don't you?

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Valenti. Darling, could
you give me that cue a little quicker in Act ll?

You know the one where your character
is quoting Hamlet?

Oh, well, you know, it's hard,
'cause I always forget the second part.

Yes, I know.
It's "or not to be." Okay?

Because I can't come in until you
finish your line, and I go "ooh."

- To be...
- Or not to be.

That's the way it goes. You're tired.
You're not taking it in.

And did you notice the
way the audience applauded your exit?

It'll go better next time if you make it through
the doorway and not the upstage wall.

Oh!

Get the pooch outta here.

Mr. Woofles.
Oh, he smells something.

- You got somebody in there?
- Yeah, right, I got somebody in there.

- Here, pooch, take a hike.
- Come on, darling. Protecting Mommy.

- Bye-bye, bye-bye.
- What's he barkin' at?

- I think you were talkin' about the broad.
- All right, party's over.

Come on, guys. Get outta here.
I gotta change.

Nickie, you too.
One drink, all right? Let me change.

- So who's this Hamlet guy?
- Come on. Outta here.

- Go on, go on.
- Does he live around here?

Hamlet. That's really
funny, honey. Bye.

Go on! Get outta here. They're gone.

Go on! Get outta here. They're gone.
Get outta here. Go on, go on.

No, no, no! Not that way.
The window, the window.

Go on. The window.

I'll be out in a minute, Nick.

- Oh, my goodness. Warner! Hello, Warner.
- It was a lovely performance.

- Oh, thank you very much.
That's sweet of you.
- We enjoyed it so much.

- Oh, yes, well, did you like the play?
- I loved the play.

- It's a smashing part for me.
- The second act was wonderful.

- Beautiful scene.
- It's lovely working with Helen, of course.

- She's so good. She's just lovely.
- She just carries one through.

Could you possibly
give me an autograph?

- I-I'd love to. I don't have a pen on me.
- Oh, you don't?

It's her. That's what it is. I can't
keep turnin' a blind eye. It's Olive.

She's better than
when we started.

Sure, she's better. But that
don't mean she's good enough.

- Well, I mean, you know...

This is something that just bothers you. I mean...
- Yeah.

The critics... Her
notices were decent.

Decent! Is that what you want?
Decent ain't good enough.

She's killin' my words.

Your words? Okay, so she's weaker than the rest,
but it doesn't seem to matter that much.

Weak, weak! I think she's doin'
more damage than you think.

What am I gonna do, fire her?

- I can't have her ruinin' my show.
- Your show?

- What are you talkin' about?
- All right, all right, so it's our show.

- I put a lot into this. It could be perfect.
- Yeah, so did I...

but there's concessions
we have to make.

- The show's a hit. It's going well.
- She's not the best we could do for the part.

I'm telling ya, there's plenty other girls around.
- What are we gonna do, Cheech?

She throws the whole thing
out of whack. Can't you see it?

- The audience doesn't know the difference.
- Oh, they know.

They do not know.

They know. They don't know how
to say it, but they know.

Every time I hear that voice, it's like a
knife in my fuckin' heart. She can't act!

- You listening to me?
- Cheech, take a shower.

She makes stuff not work. Stuff
she ain't even in comes out twisted.

- I can't fire her! You know this!
- Don't yell at me.

I am not yelling at you,
but you are too close to this.

Leave me alone.
I got a fuckin' headache.

- Leave me alone. I got a headache.
- You're being temperamental.

Very temperamental!

Fate acts in strange ways.

Everyone seems to be feeling the pressure of
our upcoming New York opening.

Yesterday, Warner got into a fight with Eden,
and the results proved Cheech right yet again.

There you are. Mr. Purcell, you have been
stealing our dog yummies and eating them.

Absolutely not.
That's an outrageous suggestion.

- Then let me see in your pockets.
- Would I eat dog food?

You'd eat anything that didn't eat
you first, you big fat pot of helium.

- This is the sort of food I eat. Prime loin chop.
- Let me see.

I do not steal from animals. Get out
of my trousers, you horrid woman.

Look!
Oh, thief, thief, thief!

It was you that drank
her saucer of milk yesterday.

Ow! Ow!
You fat hunk of blubber!

She pushed me!

Ow, my hand! That's 'cause you
were stealin' her dog food.

Somebody ought to stick
a harpoon in you, you big whale.

- Ow.
- I can get you a doctor. I can get you a doctor.

I guess this means
you'll miss the matinee.

It's okay with me.
One show a day is plenty.

To think I didn't
believe you at first, you dear...

I think I can say this in the company
of... in the company of all of you.

That a woman of your age should have leapt
past the realm of such acute narcissism.

What a difference with a real
actress saying those lines!

All right.

- The whole play came to life!
- Listen to me. Listen to me.

Now, don't get carried away.
Don't get any ideas. Olive is going on.

We can get all the backing we need without
Nick Valenti. Our notices are wonderful.

- People are standing...
- It's not the money. I told ya that.

We dump Olive, you, me, even the dog will
wind eatin' dinner at the bottom of the Hudson.

It won't take that long. He'll kill us here in
Boston. We'll be at the bottom of the Charles.

He was right. She wrecks the whole play.
He noticed that.

- What are you talking about?

Nothing. It's just that she
affects the whole play.

- You were wonderful.
- Yes, yes. Wonderful.

- Have you seen Deliah with my robe?
- Yes, she's coming.

Listen.

- One thing you don't do is welsh on Nick Valenti.
- On Nick Valenti.

In future productions, we can hire somebody else.
- Shh-shh!

We can hire somebody else, but if she's
okay to open in New York, she opens.

- I mean, the play must go on. I'll do anything...
- She affected the whole thing.

I can't tell you
how many times I've seen it.

A show comes into Boston...

crippled, limping, struggling, gasping
for air, trying to find its own life...

and then, somewhere along the line,
a miracle occurs.

A work of art is born.

It's amazing how much better the show
is working with Olive's understudy.

- Mmm, Olive.

- The thing's breathing and living.
- Yes, it's true.

She's drab, but it's still
going to be a fine, fat hit.

- Mmm.
- Here's to your future...

as the new white knight
of the Great White Way.

Cheers.

What is this stuff?

Paint remover. You can cut
it with a little club soda.

- Oh, it's very smooth.
- Yes.

See the little towns go by?

Helen, when I get back to New York,
I'm gonna tell Ellen about us.

- Oh, David!
- No, I've decided.

- Oh, are you sure?
- You know how I feel about you.

Oh, David, you must be gentle.
I-I-I've been hurt so many times before.

I know.
I know.

You stand on the brink
of greatness.

The world will open to you like an
oyster. No. No, not like an oyster.

The world will open to you
like a magnificent vagina.

You okay?
You look a little flushed.

- I've just had a little too much...
- Is it something I said?

- No, just the paint remover.
- Oh.

Have you ever thought about
whether, when you fall in love...

do you fall in love with
the artist or the man?

What a strange question.

Yes, it is strange, but...

I'm in love with you, Helen. I am, and
the time has come for me to act on it.

Oh, the train is moving so fast.

Oh, David, it's so fast.
Oh, hold me!

- Oh, hold me. No, no, don't speak.
- Helen, I love you.

Don't speak.
B... Uh, please, don't speak.

Don't speak. No. Don't speak.

No, please.

- Are you having an affair with Helen Sinclair?
- What? No!

- Don't lie to me.
- What are you talking about?

You two are in every gossip column in
town. You were all over Boston together.

- You know those columns.
- All those late nights of work.

- I was working!
- What about this?

That's a cigarette case I found.
I don't know where I found it.

- "To Helen from Cole."

"Let's do it."

I remember now. I admired
it, and she gave it to me.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because there's nothing to tell, Ellen.

Now that you're on the eve of success, you
want to dump me and go off with Helen Sinclair.

- That is ri... That is ridiculous.
- Are you sure?

You know how crazy
you sound right now?

- You never encouraged me to stay in Boston.
- I was submerged in my work.

The play's in trouble.
I'm working.

Hey, it's me.
It's David.

You know?
David? Okay?

What an imagination on this girl.

Listen, Flender,
I'm completely mixed up.

Ellen, Ellen. I love Ellen.
She's been with me the whole time.

Stuck by me. I knew she'd
be happier back in Pittsburgh.

- We've had a great relationship.
- Right.

- I love her dearly. And yet...
- Yeah. Yes. Get to the point.

What is the problem here? It's always
been clear that you've loved Ellen.

I've become involved with
Helen Sinclair, and I feel terrible.

But I can't help myself. She's so charismatic,
and she's brilliant and beautiful.

I mean, a real artist, and...
And we speak the same language.

- You're wracked with guilt.
- I'm wracked with guilt.

You're wracked with guilt.
- I don't know whether I'm...
You are wracked with guilt.

- I can't sleep.
- Guilt is petit bourgeois crap.

- An artist creates his own moral universe.
- I know that. I know...

Well? What is the problem then?
I'm gonna give you some advice.

The same advice that was given to me many
years ago when I had a very similar dilemma.

- Similar to mine. To...
- Yes. Yes.

What did you do?
What?

You gotta do what you gotta do.

♪ Hot ginger and dynamite ♪

♪ There's nothing ♪
♪ but that at night ♪

♪ Back in Nagasaki where ♪
♪ the fellas chew tobaccy ♪

♪ And the women wicky wacky woo ♪

♪ - The way they can entertain ♪
- She's great in the show, huh?

♪ - Would hurry a hurricane ♪
- Oh, the best.

♪ - Back in Nagasaki ♪
- She'll take Broadway by storm.

♪ - And the women wicky wacky woo ♪
- The part is modest. Still...

Listen, when she gets here, tell her
you're gonna give her some new lines.

- You know, like we discussed.
- Yeah.

Let me level with you, Mr. V.
Do you mind if I call you Nick?

You see, Nick, you don't
fiddle with a winning show.

Every script reaches a point where,
in the professional judgment...

of the producer, the director,
you're finished.

You can't distort the plot.

Now, we're about ready to open.
Changes could be harmful.

No, the show is basically frozen.

- Let's avoid confusion.
- Sure.

She'll get some new
fuckin' lines...

or I'll nail your kneecaps
to the dance floor.

Imagine that director telling me
I'm overacting in the first scene...

and I don't know what I'm saying.

You know what I'm doing, Cheech, is,
I'm working on a superior laugh. Like:

Ha-ha-ha. Hee-hee-hee.

I wanna throw that in when Sylvia threatens
to leave, and then I burst into tears.

Well, you know, he says no, but what the hell
kind of dull show is he putting on anyway?

I don't know.
What?

Hey, where we goin'?
I thought we were gonna go meet Nick.

We have to go pick up Nick.
We'll be with him in a minute.

We're gonna pick up Nick? You never
said nothin' about picking him up.

- We just gotta meet him somewhere...
- I thought we were gonna meet him at the club.

How come I have to wear those dowdy,
brown, ugly dresses? I don't understand...

What are we doin' here?
I thought we were goin' to see Nick.

Yeah, we are.
Nick's got a surprise for ya.

- Nick's got a surprise for me?
- Yeah, come on.

Come with me. You're gonna really like
it. This cost Nick a lot of dough to...

- To do this for you. Come on.
- I don't... I don't like this.

I don't like this, Cheech. I can't understand why
Nick has a surprise for me in a warehouse.

He's not treatin' me like a lady.

- He's got a moonlight cruise.
- A moonlight cruise? I don't understand.

- Just walk right over there.
Go ahead. He's right over there.

- Just walk over there. Olive!
- Nickie?

- What?

I think you should know this.
You're a horrible actress.

♪ Everyone's in love ♪

♪ Up a lazy river♪
Thank God I don't have to hear that voice anymore.

♪ Up a lazy river ♪

October 25th. We open tomorrow.

Olive did not show up
for the run-through today.

We tried calling her,
but there was no answer.

It's possible her understudy might
have to do tomorrow's show.

Listen to this. The whole thing's comin' to life.
- Yeah.

Maybe Olive's got stage fright.
Maybe she won't show.

- Not Olive.

That dame doesn't have
a nerve in her body.

I don't think her spinal cord
touches her brain.

- Oh, God. Listen to this.
- Yeah.

It's wonderful. Where's Cheech?
He'd know where she is.

- He didn't come around.
- Look, I'm in love with the understudy.

It's so natural. It's...

- Julian?
- Yeah?

- Did you hear about Olive?
- Oh, what now?

She got bumped off.

- What?
- Out at the docks.

A gangland hit.

I wanna talk to you.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

Hey, Joe.
Get lost for a while.

How could you?
How could you!

- Nobody's gonna ruin my play.
- Oh... Your play?

- That's the second time you called it your play.
- All right, our play.

Didn't it cut you up inside
to hear her say it? Huh?

- We would've survived it!

Survived it? ls that what you want? When
we had a great thing, a thing of beauty?

But, Cheech! To...
kill her!

- She was a tramp.
- It's a free country.

- Then leave me alone.
- No, I will not leave you alone.

Didn't anybody ever teach you that it's wrong,
that it's morally wrong, that it's a sin to...

Who am I talking to?
Jesus Christ!

- The play was better with the understudy.
- That's not the point.

Let me see if I can explain this
to you in a way you'll understand.

Let's say she was ruining the play...
which she was not. She was just diminishing it.

- She was ruining it.
- Let's say she was ruining the play.

- Does that mean that she deserves to die?
- There was no way to fire her.

- What kind of inhuman monster are you?
- I think you'd better leave.

I don't think I will.
I think I'd better stay.

You should be thanking me.
We're both in this together.

- No no, no, no, no, no.
No, we're not.

I didn't want her dead. See? You understand
what I'm saying? I'm not in anything.

- You choose her over the show?
- Of course I do! Yes!

You think it's right some tootsie walks in and
messes up a beautiful thing like this? Huh?

- I wanted a great play as much as you did.
- No, not as much.

- But you don't kill for it!
- Yeah? Who says?

My father used to listen to the opera.
He loved the opera. But if a guy stunk...

- What, he killed him?
- One time, in Palermo.

I'm an artist too, not a great artist like you,
but you know what? First I'm a human being.

- I'm a decent, moral human being.
- What are you doin' with Helen Sinclair then?

What has that got to do with it? How did you know?
- Everybody in town knows.

Except maybe your girlfriend.
Who you think you're foolin'?

I might not be perfect, but you're
a killer! You're a degenerate animal!

You're a murderer! You b...
You belong in the electric chair!

Listen to me, you.
You listen to me.

Nobody, nobody is gonna
ruin my work, you hear me?

Nobody, huh?

I've fallen in love
with Helen Sinclair...

and I lied to you about it the other day,
which I'm sure that you probably knew.

I want to let you know I didn't mean
for this to happen. It just happened.

I'm not surprised.
She is extraordinary.

- So are you. It's me that's all screwed up.
- I have a confession to make.

You knew the whole time, but you were too
damn decent to confront me while I was...

No, I've been seeing
Sheldon Flender.

- Pa-Pa-Pardon me?
- We've been having an affair.

- Did you say Sheldon Flender?
- Yes, he's been in love with me for a long time.

Do you know his theory that art
is relational, that it requires two...

The artist and the audience?

- He feels that way about sex too.
- About... About sex?

Yes, between the two right people,
it can become an art form.

What are you saying, that you and Flender have
raised intercourse to the level of an art form?

Not just intercourse.
Foreplay too.

- My friend, the unproduced playwright?
- He's been after me for such a long time.

You never seemed to want to get married, and
so, one night we went out, had a few drinks...

and started discussing art
and literature and Freud and Nietzsche.

And in order to illustrate
a point on Greek etymology...

I noticed he'd
unbuttoned his fly...

No, no, no, no! Please, please!
I don't need to hear any more.

But he's a major talent. You've
said so yourself a million times.

With an intellect that big, you tend
to create your own moral universe.

- I just wanted to wish you good luck.
- Oh, darling.

You look pale.
No, no, not to worry.

Soon this town will belong to you. We're
having dinner Sunday night with Gene O'Neill.

He's heard that your writing is morbid
and depressing. He's dying to meet you.

- Oh, here's that brush.
- I know you'll be terrific tonight.

Oh! They're your words.

I'm just a vessel.

You fill me.

And this? This is
just the beginning.

I've been discussing all kinds of new
ideas for vehicles for me with my agent.

There's a variety of women
I can play. As you get to know me...

you'll see there's no limit
to my range.

They say that I can
still play late twenties...

but I say no, no, thirty tops.

We'll go to my house
in the Vineyard. It's quiet there.

You can write.
I'll bring you coffee.

Listen, you better go.
I-I-It's 15 minutes to curtain.

I still haven't done
my breathing exercises yet.

Y-Y-You... Fate.
Fate has thrown us together.

Merde.

Take him.
Take him!

Let him leave me bereft,
without a penny. Go ahead. Take him.

But don't think it'll last forever.
The same thing'll happen to you.

Sylvia, I don't know
why you're so unhappy.

- Why you're such a deeply unhappy person...
- Oh, God!

- But I want you to know that...
- Because you're taking my husband...

my life, the very core
of my being, you stupid idiot!

I didn't ever mean to hurt you. I...

Oh, Edgar.

- I've just been speaking with Dr. Philips.
- Yes.

Her explicit instructions are that we, none of us,
leave the premises as of today.

How's she workin'?

Good. Good, boss.

Out this morning.

- Cheech.
- What's up, Mr. V.?

Uh, nothin'.
I just wanted to talk.

- Yeah?
- I'm a little sad these days.

- Sure. Yeah.
- You know how it is.

Curtain's gone up already.
Poor kid.

Would've been a star,
don't you think?

Yeah. It's all right.
We'll take care of those Kustabeck guys.

- I wonder if it really was the Kustabecks.
- Well, who else?

I don't know.
But we got some tips...

- that Charlie K. had nothin' to do with this.
- Really.

Yeah. Don't make
no sense anyhow.

I mean, the way things
were coolin' off and all.

I'll see what I can find out
on the street, ya know?

- Where you rushin' off to?
- Hey, you know, I told the guys in the show...

that I, uh, I'd stop by
and wish 'em good luck.

- I got friendly with some of the stage hands.
- Did you?

- Yeah.
- That's unlike you.

- Why's that?
- Unless they shoot crap.

No, you know, you see
the same faces every day. You know.

Marty Bannister said he saw you pick
up Olive the night she got it, Cheech.

- Me?
- Didn't you tell me you didn't see her?

Me? Yeah,
I said I did.

I picked her up, and I dropped her off
a few blocks from the theatre. Why?

- You had nothin' against Olive, did ya?
- Olive? Naw.

- I like Olive. Why?
- I mean, you got along well?

Olive and I, we got along good.
You know, Olive.

Olive was good for
a lot of laughs, right?

- Except for a few tiffs here and there?
- Right.

Olive's... You know.
We got along.

How come you didn't bring her
to me at the club, Cheech?

She said you changed your mind, that
I should drop her off at the theatre.

- The theatre. At night?
- Yeah. Yeah.

There was no preview
that night, Cheech. No rehearsal.

Really?

How come you
left her alone, Cheech?

And you didn't come
to the club and tell me?

All right, I'm gonna level with you, all right?
I had a crap game. I didn't want to miss it.

- Mmm.
- Yeah.

- Why you don't tell me?

Nick, you wanna lay off? I'm up to here in debts.
I'm tryin' to get even.

- I'm tryin' to get even.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Dice ain't been too lucky for me.
You know. You know how it is.

You keep tellin' me I gotta quit.
Ya know, I should.

- Cheech...
- Listen, listen.

I told the guys I'd wish them good luck
in the show. They're very superstitious.

I'm gonna find out who hit her,
all right? I'll find out.

All right.
I'll see ya later.

He did it, Nick.
I don't know what his grudge was.

Maybe they were
two-timin' ya.

- What are you sayin' to me?
- Take it easy, Nick.

It's only a guess.
But Marty Bannister saw them together...

and that pier is
Cheech's favourite spot.

Can't you see he was lyin', Nickie?
Did you see the look on his face?

- He was scared.
- Look, Nick, I know you don't like to think it...

- but the gossip is, she was runnin' around on ya.
- Don't say that!

- I'm only tryin' to help, Mr. V.
- Nickie.

He's only tryin' to help.

Cheech and Olive.

Fix him.

Oh, it's goin' great.

Yeah, they're eating it up. Before,
I could smell money. Now I can taste it.

- Mmm, yeah.
- Hey, what's the matter?

You look as though you're watchin'
a turkey. It's just the opposite.

- Where's Ellen?
- Oh, she was too nervous to come.

This is Dr. Emilene Philips,
a family friend.

- Hey. How's it goin'?
- Cheech, how are ya?

Goin' great. Wonderful.
You need to cheer him up. I don't know.

- What's the matter?
- What do you want?

- It's goin' great, huh?
- You killed Olive, Cheech.

For that I can never forgive you.

I don't care what kind of
genius you are.

Listen to that audience. Huh? They got
'em right in the palm of their hand.

Hey, Cheech. It's over for you.
You're finished.

I had such a wonderful time.

I can't live like this,
the same routine over and over.

You think the same thing's not gonna
happen to you as happened to me?

You think you're not gonna be here
sitting with a hole in your sweater...

and a drink in your hand someday?

- Just wait!
- Cheech! You should be out front.

You're about to miss my great scene.
Did you see the first part?

- How did it go? Do you think they like it?
- Great, great.

- Where's Cheech?
- Get the fuck outta here. Get outta here.

Sucker.

- You crapped out for the last time, Cheech.
- - I think he's...

I'm in the garden, Sylvia,
tending roses.

Oh, darling,
if we just had a baby.

- That's all I think about.
- - We've been through all this before.

Cheech! Cheech.

David.

- The last line...
- Yes?

In the play.

Tell Sylvia Poston...

to say she's pregnant.

It'll be a great finish.

- Oh, God, that's so great.
- No. Don't speak.

Don't speak.

♪♪

"A masterpiece."
"A theatrical stunner."

"A work of art
of the highest quality."

One of the greatest moments of this
reviewer's experience was in Act III...

when the Lieutenant returns
and confronts his mistress.

We hear distant gunshots,
which get louder and louder...

bringing the Lieutenant's twisted
military past and violent tendencies...

into bold bas-relief.

Writer-director David Shayne
is the find of the decade.

- Where is David?
- I don't know. I assumed he'd be here.

Flender!

Flender, wake up.
It's David Shayne.

I need to talk to you.

Please, Flender.
Flender!

Ha-ha! Look who's here.
The big Broadway success.

I don't write hits.
My plays are art.

- They're written specifically to go unproduced.
- Is Ellen there?

- No, she's not here.
- I think she is.

Congratulations
on your hit, David.

- I always knew ya had it in you.
- Yeah, well, you were wrong.

- I have to... I have to ask you a question.
- What?

Did you love me as the artist
or as the man?

- Both.

Well, what if it turned out
that I wasn't really an artist?

I could love a man if
he's not a real artist...

but I couldn't love an artist
if he's not a real man.

Th-This is all academic.
She's with me now. You're with me now.

Do you want to be with Flender?
Do you really want to be with Flender?

- Yes.

- Hey! Flender is a great lover.
- Ohh.

- Hey, I slept with Flender. He was just okay.
- Really?

Rita, please!
What are you talking about?

That was years ago, during
your free-love period.

I feel it's relational.
For me, he's great.

Huh, interesting. Are you talking
pure mechanics or what?

- His technique is prodigious.
- Prodigious?

- You're confusing sex and love.
- No, for me, love is very deep.

Sex only has to go a few inches.

Y-Y-You're all missing the point. The point is,
I can give pleasure many times a day.

Oh, now really, Flender.
What has quantity got to do with it?

- Quantity. Quantity affects quality.
- Says who?

- Karl Marx.
- Oh, so now we're talking economics.

- Sex is economics.
- Bullshit. Ellen, come down here.
I wanna talk to you.

I love you. I wanna see you.
Come down here.

- All right.
- What do you mean "All right"? What about me?

You're great, Flender, but it's no use.
I'll never get over David.

Couldn't you tell? Each time
I climaxed, I'd scream, "David! David!"

I thought you were saying,
"Do it! Do it!"

Flender, stop it.
Leave 'em alone.

Can't you see
they love each other?

I'm finished with it:
living in the garrets...

eating cheese and drinking wine
and analyzing art in coffee houses.

It's over.
I love you.

I want us to get married.
We'll go back to Pittsburgh.

- But you're a success.

- You have a hit. Why the sudden change?
- We'll have kids.

Because I've wasted too much time already.
I love you.

- But you're an artist.

No, I'm not.
I'm not.

I'll explain it all to you on
the train back to Pittsburgh.

There's two things of which I'm certain.
One is that I love you.

Two is that I'm not an artist.

There, I said it,
and I feel free.

I'm not an artist.

- Will you marry me?
- Yes.