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(projector clicking)

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ROSE:
Monroe?

Monroe?

(thunder rumbles)

Maybe I should have brought you
a sofa instead.

Did Celia get on her train?

Yep.

On her way to freshman year.

It was kind of her to
stay for the funeral.

Oh, she loved Minna.

We all did.

(sighs)

Dumb question:

how are you?

Okay.

Honesty's good.

I know everything
seems scary now.

That'll change.
You'll even love again.

(Stahr scoffs)

(quietly):
I promise.

I'm no good with plants.

I'll drop by now and then,
see that it's tended to.

I need something to take care of
at the moment.

I'm sure Pat would disagree.

I'm sure Pat wouldn't notice.

* *

(thunder rumbles)

(thunder rumbles)

(indistinct chatter
and laughter)

(clears throat)

Well, she seemed
pleasant enough.

She is, I suppose.

And not a bad roommate.

But the next sentence she starts

without the word "I"
will be the first.

(chuckles)

"I'm getting a part in this.
I'm getting the lead in that."

Can't blame her
for being aspirational.

We're all aspirational,
Mr. Stahr.

Thing about actresses is:
they think

you're as interested
in their lives as they are.

It's bop-bop-bop,
like a metronome.

You could be on screen.

Oh. Turn into that?
Rather drown.

Well, then, why'd you come here?

All the way from Rathgar.

To be an actress.

Perfect.

(laughs)

Took me about a month
before I started hating

the person I was becoming.

(scoffs)
So I quit.

Self-respect still counts
for something, doesn't it?

Quite a bit.

I hated auditioning.

Funny.

I'm not minding it at all.

(chuckles)

Kathleen Moore.

(laughs)

BRADY:
I heard a joke today.

ROSE:
Oh, yeah?

-You're on an elevator.
-(shower turns off)

The doors open.
Suddenly, in walks Hitler,

Mussolini, and Louis B. Mayer.

You've got a gun
with two bullets in it.

What do you do?

I don't know, what?

Easy.

(laughs):
You shoot Mayer twice.

I hope that dinner wasn't
completely intolerable

for you tonight, dear.

Thought the ladies had a couple

of fine suggestions for you:
bridge, mahjongg.

Maybe join one of
the charities in town,

organize one of those dinners.

-Jack Warner's wife...
-(sighs)

...seems to find that
very fulfilling.

Hmm, Jack Warner's wife
is a cunt.

They all are.

It should be illegal
to be that smug.

(sighs)

I wish I could... write.

Or paint.

I'm glad to hell you can't.

HACKETT: He's got
a twisted sense of humor,

that Monroe.

It was the only office
available.

HACKETT:
You shouldn't be in an office.

You should be in a dormitory,

-reading Shakespeare.
-(sighs)

Lucky for you I'm not.

I did come up
with a title tonight:

An Enemy Among Us.

Titles are easy.

Let's not forget,
I handed you the whole story.

You gave me a plot.
They're not the same thing.

-No?
-No.

Plot: the queen died
and the king died.

Story: the queen died and
the king died... of grief.

See, I don't blame you
for being a kid, Celia,

but you ought at least fess up
to how little you know.

I know plenty.
I grew up in the pictures.

You grew up at premieres,
also not the same thing.

Aubrey, I'm practically
producing this one.

That makes me your boss,
technically.

Oh, my God.

For a second there, I saw my
future flashing before my eyes.

And the name "Brady"
was still on the gates,

but you were the "Brady."

Well, when that happens,

do you want to be the writer
I owe it all to?

Or the one who kept saying
I didn't know anything?

Pretty picture.

Are you seeing anyone else
at the moment?

Uh, no. Why?

Self-preservation.

Does anyone out there
think she's seeing you?

No. Are you seeing anyone?

-No.
-Were you seeing Dex?

My goodness, he was married.

Mm, just the way
he looked at you.

I...
(scoffs)

disloyal people
don't appeal top me.

There was one night,
around closing,

I thought he might kiss me.

Well, it seemed
like he wanted to.

What you're doing right now
is called a cliffhanger.

-Please stop.
-(laughs)

He said,

"I like you too much
to inflict myself on you."

Kathleen,

-I wonder if I...
-Yes, you big Hollywood phony.

(both laugh)

I'd like to kiss you
at some point.

In a picture, if a girl let a
boy kiss her on the first date,

you'd think she was easy.

Or in love.

Well, I'm neither.

Hmm.

But you could come in

and try your luck with my
roommate, the actress.

She'd kiss you.

And I doubt she'd stop there.

No good.

Has to be you.

Oh, that's lovely, thank you.

What was that you were saying
about cliffhangers?

Good night, Monroe.

Good night.

(door creaks open, closes)

It's 9:05.

And?

Tuesdays at 9:00?

Good to see you
thinking Oscar, Pat.

What color is it?

(sighs)
Gold.

Thought it was green.

Is it true
you gave Celia an office?

Would you prefer
she sit on Aubrey's lap?

I prefer she not be there.

I prefer Brinel went away.

-(spoon clinks)
-Nice try, Pat.

-Hmm.
-But you already gave me

that blank check, remember?

Guess I did, softie that I am.

(footfalls approaching)

Hello, boys.

Conquering the known world?

That's Celia's job.

We're just trying
to make a living.

That's sweet.

You will look after her,
won't you, Monroe?

See that she's
not corrupted?

I have a feeling she'll be fine.

Let's hope so.

So, is the studio doing
anything for Minna?

Two years ago next week.

Might be nice to have
an official remembrance.

I guess we will.

Good. You two have fun now.

She'll be there tonight?

Not likely.
She hates previews.

-Next.
-Next.

Mayer.

He's not gonna loan you
Bess Burrows for another picture

without a good reason.

Why not? I'm an affable guy.

(chuckles) You have to tell him
why only Bess can play the role,

and why the picture
matters to you.

Pretentious prick.

He'll try to unsettle you
by complimenting me.

For some reason, people
around town think you hate that.

People around town
can kiss my ass.

(laughs)

Let's not mythologize him,
Monroe.

I bluffed him into the ground
with a pair of sevens

in our game last week.

In the end, he's still just
the Yid from Minsk

the bigger kids picked on.

That doesn't go away, you watch.

He doesn't think
you're a movie man, Pat.

When Bells comes out,
he'll know better.

Everybody will. Even you.

Must be killing you,

having a picture
come out of here

without your fingerprints on it.

The Bells of Boston,
produced by me,

movie man.

Without my boy genius even
seeing a single daily.

You ought to compliment
his horse.

Mayer.

His filly just won
a stakes race at Saratoga.

He fancies himself
a breeder now.

I know about his stupid horse.

And I don't need
your help with Mayer.

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MAN: Quiet on rehearsal.
Props, we need props, please.

SUSAN: Mr. Mayer apologizes
for the wait, Mr. Brady.

You know how involved
he gets with screen tests.

Oh, that's quite
all right, Susan.

It's good to see you again.

How you been?

Just fine, Mr. Brady.

Mr. Mayer been
treating you okay?

Like a lady.

How's that poodle of yours?

The one with the funny name.

Pancakes?

Muffin.

Yeah.

He died.

-MAN: Go. Get out of there.
-Huh.

Sorry to hear that.

(stage bell rings)

Morning, L.B.

-Shh! -MAN: Could you grab me
an ashtray, doll?

MAN 2:
Final touches!

MAN 3: Bring it down
another six inches.

MAN: That's perfect, thank you.

Oh, that, there. That's perfect.

Let's bring in Gable.
We'll shoot the test now.

(stage bell rings)

ASSISTANT:
First team on set, please.

Oh, finally.

Fifth goddamn actress that
we have tested for this part.

Looks like a real find.

Oh, yeah. How's Monroe?

-Fine. -Impressive piece
of manpower you got there.

(chuckles)
Expensive piece of manpower,

-but what am I gonna do, huh?
-(chuckles)

Ars gratia artis, right?

It's a shame we couldn't
meet in my office.

I would love for you to see it.

-Is it true you had it
all done in white? -Yeah.

White drapes, white phone,
even white carpet.

White carpet. My, my.

(chuckles): You got
a lot of faith in your guests.

Well, most of them
come in on their knees,

so what do I care what they got
on the bottom of their shoes?

Am I right?

To what do I owe
the pleasure, Pat?

I need a favor.

I want you to give me
Bess Burrows

for another picture.

Our agreement was for two:

Bells of Boston
and your Minna Davis picture.

I really need her
for my new musical, L.B.

I want her to play
Sally Sweet's aunt.

Wish I could help you,
but she's not available.

Her agent says you got nothing
special lined up for her.

Well, her agent is an idiot.
Got her whole career mapped out,

starting with a picture
called Boys Town.

Shoots next month.

-Boys Town?
-Mm-hmm.

What's she playing?

Oh, she's playing a nun.

Perfect nun.

So, you see, I got to be
very careful with her image.

I don't even let her date, Pat.

I didn't realize
it was personal for you.

-Yeah.
-Truth is...

it's kind of personal
for me, too, Louis.

Oh? How?

She's desperate to
play this part, the sweet kid.

And I gave her my word
that you'd let it happen.

-(chuckles)
-And then...

then I fucked her lights out
on my carpet, twice.

Lucky for me, it isn't white.

Ah, I see.

Guess I did you a favor
when you think about it.

'Cause I got to tell you,
that girl...

is no nun.

Thanks, Louis.

(bicycle bell dings)

Oh. Beg your pardon.
Clumsy me.

SZEP:
Nice entrance.

Sorry.
(sighs)

Do you know where
I could find a, uh...

a M-Mr. Szep?

Mr. Brady sent me about a job.

-My name's Max Miner.
-Yeah.

The Okie.

I'm Szep.

That your only suit?

Of course it is.

Go see Mr. Greeves in Traffic.

Uh, sir?

I'd like to get
my brother and sister

out of the park we been in.

Are there any salary
lenders around here?

How in hell should I know?

KAY:
What's wrong, Landon?

HACKETT:
Don't ask.

Stahr put him on
The Swords of Alsace-Lorraine.

Oh.

-Sorry.
-(paper crumples)

Aubrey says I'm the
eighth writer on it.

That's true. I was the third.

Also the sixth.

(scoffs)

Oh, God. Stahr approaching!

(typing)

Oh, taking another break,
Aubrey?

Thinking is writing, too,
Monroe.

Typing is writing.

Without this picture,
we're gonna be "the studio

that brought you Sally Sweet."
Is that what you want?

It's formulating in my brain.

It is, Monroe.

Well, put your brain aside.

This picture's about rage.

You...

(softly): You have to write it
with your prick. Right?

Wouldn't he have
more typos that way?

Crack the whip on him, Celia.

Please.

Such a hurry.

Well, I can't shoot
a blank page, pal.

(typing continues)

How's it coming, Landon?

Beautifully, thanks.

Is that right?

Huh. I guess typing

isn't always writing.

How'd you know?

Even from outside, you can hear

if someone
never hits the space bar.

Jesus.

(door opens)

(typing continues)

MAN:
This way.

CELIA:
Monroe.

Wherefore art thou?

Do you think I belong here?

I think you'll be
running the place before long.

Well, I think I'll do my job
more effectively

if everyone stops treating me
like a kid, especially you.

Being a kid is
a wonderful thing, Celia.

Second it's over,
you start wishing

you could have it back again.

But kids don't get
their movies made, do they?

And they aren't taken seriously
by their writers.

That's true.

I apologize.

Thank you.

How's Kathleen?

Sort of question a kid
would ask, don't you think?

(softly):
"How's Kathleen?"

"A nun," he says.
(chuckles)

"A perfect nun."

Poor little prick.
I almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

(laughs) Yeah, you know,
if I'd actually slept with her,

I'm not sure I could
have pulled it off.

My guess is you could have.

My guess is you're right.

-(both chuckle)
-(knock on door)

Beg your pardon, Mr. Brady.

Yes, Mary?

Mr. Stahr's off the lot

and Corny Riddle's office
just called.

Well?

He's flying in this evening,
has asked to meet with you

and Mr. Stahr at 10:30 tonight,

after the preview.

Just him?
Nobody else from the board?

No, sir.

That'll be fine, Mary,
of course.

Thank you.

Find out what you can.

Good evening, Mr. Stahr.

-Thanks, Ned.
-My pleasure.

Well, it does have its perks.
The parking space alone.

Yeah, well, the ones who
are in it for the perks

don't last very long.

(chuckles):
Oh...

CALDY:
This poster, Monroe.

I am the picture's producer
and my name is so small.

I'll get marketing
right on that.

Good to see you,
too, Caldy.

Break a leg tonight, E.B.

There he is.
Evening, Pat.

Monroe.

This is Kathleen Moore.

-Miss Moore.
-Mr. Brady.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Evening, Monroe.

Rose.

Miss Moore, have I seen you
in something recently?

Yes, I once played a waitress

who handed you
a tuna fish sandwich.

(chuckles) Miss Moore's
not an actress, Pat.

Oh? Why the hell not?

It's been done.

(laughs)

I am glad he found you,
Miss Moore.

I've missed the sound
of Ireland around here.

Oh, we all have.

(laughs):
Well...

Rose, dear, would you please
show Miss Moore to her seat?

Something I have to discuss

-with Monroe.
-ROSE: Of course.

Your first preview?

Yes.

You're in for a treat.

It's like surgery,

but without the anesthetic.

Corny Riddle wants to see us
in my office at 10:30 tonight.

He's flying in.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe we should ask that
pinheaded son of his.

CLINT:
I love it, I love it, I love it.

STAHR:
Hello, Clint. Hello, Bess.

-Hey, Monroe.
-Monroe.

-Mr. Brady.
-Mm-hmm.

After tonight, you're gonna
have two new stars, Monroe.

Pat, how did you ever talk
Mayer into letting her go?

I just charmed
the pants off him.

(gasps) Lucky me.

-(giggles)
-Caldy, may we

speak with you for a moment?

Yeah, sure.
I'll see you inside, you two.

Yeah.

Look, you louse, why is
your father flying here?

Uh...

There's a lot he doesn't
discuss with me.

What does he discuss with you?

That these are troubled times

and banks are fickle things.

What the hell does that mean?

It means you two should
really be nicer to me.

I could wind up
owning this place.

And sooner than you think.

Are you ready, Mr. Brady?

Yeah. We're coming, thanks.

Let's just enjoy the show.

So, what are we seeing?

The Bells of Boston.

Gonna be the biggest hit
we've ever had.

How can you know?

Because it has to be.

(projector clicking)

(instrumental theme music
playing)

Hal, what happened?

HAL:
Just some brass knuckles

on two of Harry Cohn's
thugs last night.

Celia, close the door.

Ah, Jesus!

All the drivers
are meeting tonight.

-I was just leaving you
the address. -Hey,

-I'll be there.
-Aubrey, what's all this about?

Oh, this is Hal Sykes.
Drives trucks.

And this is what happens
when a guys says "union"

too loudly at a studio.

Studios don't do that.

(scoffs)

This is Celia... Brady.

She'll be there, too.

BESS (on screen):
Can we take a streetcar?

I wish we could, Madge.

Maybe they'd let us on for free.

It is almost Christmas.

Streetcars don't know what
time of year it is, honey.

-Oh... -And it's just
a few more blocks.

-CLINT: Mr. Carter?
-(man coughs)

(woman clears throat)

Winfield Carter?

I'm... I'm Bell.

(woman clears throat)

-William Bell.
-(woman laughs)

I used to work in your factory.

(yawns)

Madge, it's Mr. Carter.

MAN:
No, I'm afraid I'm just someone

who used to be Winfield Carter.

It's not so bad.

Yes, it is.

CLINT: I would know that
generous countenance anywhere.

Do you remember
my daughter Madge?

You were always
so kind to her...

Imbecile fucking director.
I should have fired you.

I'll be right back.

Gosh, Mr. Carter, you are about

the nicest factory owner...

CELIA: I'm not sure
I should be here, Aubrey.

I mean, I promised my father
I'd go to his preview tonight.

Celia, without the people
you're about to meet,

your father wouldn't have
any previews.

(overlapping chatter)

Let's get started.

Jesus Christ, Dell.

It's got no life at all.

I know.

Is that a continuity?

-That close-up of Clint
in the dinner scene. -Look...

Didn't you have any takes
where he wasn't so awful?

That was his best, by a mile.

Well, couldn't you play
the scene off of Bess?

Or Carter?

Could play the scene off
the ashtray if you'd like,

but Clint's doing the talking.

We'd have to cut
to him eventually.

He just...

Monroe?

I'm considering
the ashtray idea.

CLINT:
Wow.

This ought to fit the bill.

Madge, you could take it in
a little bit, can't you?

(gags)

The sleeves look a little long.

BESS:
I sure could.

CARTER:
For whom?

CLINT:
For you.

BESS: You look to be
a 42 regular, Mr. Carter.

Is that about right?

CARTER: Hmm. I'm afraid
I don't understand.

Why would you give me
a new suit?

CLINT: How else are we
to reclaim your empire?

CLUB BUTLER: Welcome back
to the Harvard Club, Mr. Carter.

CARTER:
Thank you, Jasper.

Hello, gents.
Good to see you all.

MAN:
Carter. Carter! Is that you?

Where the devil have you been?

CARTER:
South America, mostly.

It's a wonder
what some raw materials

can do to reclaim
a lost fortune.

Why? 'Cause in America, the rich
only care about one thing:

getting richer.

-MAN: He's right. -Crazy me,
I figured a guy as rich

as Harry Cohn--
yeah, I will say it out loud--

would be decent enough
to help his injured employees.

-MAN: Yeah.
-MAN 2: Yeah.

SYKES:
And I said the word

the bigwigs all hate...

-"union."
-MAN: Yeah. Here we go.

So, he sent his goons out
to rearrange my face a little.

'Cause he figures
that'll scare us all off.

Bastards.

(glass shatters)

Son of a bitch.

(men grunting)

(glass shatters)

MAN:
Let's go, let's go!

Come on, let's go!

MAN 2:
You heard him, let's go!

Get a move on!

Come on, come on, come on.

(yells)

(overlapping chatter)

MAN: Hey, get us out of here.
Let's go. Let's go.

(yells)

You got something against
peaceable meetings, buddy?

For filthy Reds, yeah.

-MAN: There you go!
-MAN 2: Yeah!

MAN:
That'll teach him!

(yells)

(gasps)

MAN:
Give him one more.

MAN 2:
Yeah! Good.

(dramatic theme music plays)

(audience applauds)

(audience murmuring)

MAN:
Good job.

They didn't cry, did they?

They will.

Played fine,
didn't you think, Monroe?

I mean, some...
trims here and there.

Trims?

Yeah.

-(flips page)
-Right.

Kay?

Yes, Monroe?

Take out your machete.

Oh. I'm off the script?

Afraid so.

-(sighs)
-Dell?

E.B., thanks for your fine work.

We'll find
something else for you.

Excuse me.

KAY: Where do you want me
to start, Monroe?

(sighs)
Bell. Every line.

Can't feel him.
My office, tomorrow?

-Sure.
-(scribbling)

I want a scene where
he goes to confession,

to let go of all
the frustration he's feeling.

But, he's not Catholic.

That's why he can
tell the truth in there.

And change the goddamn title.

The Bells of Boston
is too provincial.

This picture's now called
Angels on the Avenue.

MAN:
Maestro?

(speaks Italian)

Bravo, bravo.

(speaks Italian)

(speaks Italian)

(speaks Italian)

Maestro...

(speaks Italian)

Grazie, grazie.

Ah...

And you're Italian?

Si.

That mean you weren't born
Aubrey Hackett?

(sighs)
Enzo Resteghini.

Came over when I was four.
(sniffs)

Why'd you change it?

You know any famous
screenwriters

named Enzo Resteghini?

(siren approaching)

(siren grows louder)

Pretty bad, huh?

Seemed fine to me.

Eh, you'll get used to it:

the way he kills the ones
who disappoint him.

It's just what he does.

(lipstick closes)

Someone's good enough
until they're not.

That's his talent.

Nobody recasts like Monroe.

STAHR: It won't just be
the script, Pat.

We have to recast Clint, too.

What is Corny flying out here
at 10:30 to tell us?

We'll know by 10:31.

Right now,
let's just fix our movie.

Clint is awful.

Worse,

it looks like he wants
to sleep with Bess,

which is slightly undercutting
the Christmas feel of the thing,

since she's playing
his daughter.

Leslie Reeves
should be our Bell.

Bell's the lead. We'd have
to reshoot the whole movie.

No. Just under half,
if you go by the continuity.

Half.

This could be
our biggest hit ever.

Your movie.

But in this shape, it'll die.

It won't be mine anymore,
will it?

What, the movie?

The studio.

Says Brady-American
on those gates, right?

Do it. Replace him.

We're business as usual until
we're not business as usual.

Fine picture, Mr. Brady.

BRADY:
Uh-huh.

(Kathleen sighs)

It's like being God, isn't it?

If I were God,
it would only take me six days.

I guess if someone is ordinary
in your business,

they don't stay
in your business very long.

You just watched
two hours of ordinary.

Didn't you feel a bit cheated?

Ordinary is the enemy.

Oh.

(scoffs)

Must be a frightening way
to live.

(car engine idling)

(engine turns off)

Can I see you tomorrow?

No. I don't think I should.

Well, another night, then.

No.

Uh, I know this wasn't
a perfect date.

I'm sorry.

Good night, Monroe.

Kathleen...

Kathleen?

Is it something I said?

(sighs)

Something I did?

No.

It's just...

(chuckles)
I'd rather not be

one of those things
you decide to reshoot one day.

It looks like it would hurt.

Tonight was work, all right?

A picture that's in trouble.

Our whole studio
may be in trouble.

But, that's not
how I feel about...

I know you "miss the sound
or Ireland," Monroe.

I can't be a stand-in for Minna.

I'm not her.

I never will be.

I'm actually more
of a Plain Jane.

When people disappoint you,
you, um...

well...

why don't we just see each other
at the restaurant now and then.

It's safer that way.
Good luck with the picture.

(door opens, closes)

(sighs)

(door opens)

He'll be out in a minute.

Mother, nobody at Bennington
was talking about this at all.

Well, that's because
everyone at Bennington

is an idiot, darling.

Oh. Thank you.

I wish my father could've
seen you tonight,

standing up for justice.

Well, justice had nothing
to do with it.

I'm just very fond of my car.

I hope you tell him about this.

Better for Celia if I don't.

I'll bet.

My son talks too much.

We just need to know
what he meant.

Well, the bank's failing.

Uh, they're likely to call
in the note on the studio.

Failing?

Could be next week,
maybe sooner.

Barring a miracle.

That's all our
operating capital.

As a member of the board,

it was your fiduciary duty
to alert us

about any changes in the
financial health of our lender.

We're alerting you now.

I wish you looked
more upset, Corny.

BRADY:
Why should he?

All our assets are now devalued

and suddenly available
for pennies on the dollar,

should some particularly
film-savvy East Coast cocksucker

wish to buy up the whole thing.

Maybe hand the reigns
to his numbskull son, huh?

Pat, this changes nothing.

You'll keep your office
and your job.

It's just that you'll be
reporting to me.

I'll find another lender.

(laughs):
In this economy?

At least I'm the devil you know.

But you're not a movie man.

Meaning what?

Well, meaning tomorrow,
you might decide

this lot would be worth more
as an airfield or a factory.

And you'd do it, wouldn't you?

I'll find another lender.

Let's go, son.

Glove salesman.

You know somebody
who can spare $2 million?

I can turn Angels
into a smash, Pat.

We rush it into theaters,
could buy us some time.

No, we don't have time.

Or a bank.

Ah, what do you care?

Every studio in town will
be calling you by morning,

trying to steal you away.

And what'll you say...
when that offer

from Mayer finally comes?

Your invitation to Valhalla.

I go where you go.

You know that.

What about your, uh...?

Don't you want to spend your
last years on easy street,

in first place?

I fully intend to.

At Brady-American.

(voice breaking):
Brady-American.

(Brady sighing)

Goodness, am I glad to see you.

(sighs)

All previews are terrible.

You taught me that.

Two months from now,
when it's a big smash,

no one will remember
the rough cut.

You know, I had
a fine life before this.

Could've stayed in the glove
trade or bought into oil.

There were opportunities.

But I had to come here.

To make pictures.

Be a movie man.

You are a movie man.

Daddy...

you wouldn't fire someone just
for getting hurt, would you?

Of course not, princess.

Why?

Some studios do.

Listen to me,

please... please
find another business.

There is no other business.

I know.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(footfalls approaching)

ROSE:
It's funny.

Not that long ago,

you and I turned to each other
to forget our troubles.

Now, you are my trouble.

And I'm yours.

Please, please go.

Rose, I can't.

-Sure you can.
-No.

I can't.

I bet you could
for that waitress.

Kathleen.

Okay.

Then maybe we, uh...

let's try something more exotic.

Do you want to sodomize me?

Or you could...

Get dressed, Rose.

Should I try it
with an Irish accent?

That seems to work
great with you.

Don't.

Don't what?!

Rose...

(sighs)

Jesus.

It was a mistake, right?

A moment of weakness?

It was never supposed to be
for the rest of our lives.

That's right.

PHOEBE (whispering):
Yellow leather.

Red leather.

Yellow leather.

Red leather.

-(knocks on door)
-Yellow leather.

Mr. Stahr...

(sighs)

You lonely or something?

Handsome guy like you?

Yes.

For too long.

What was that?

You're not a stand-in
for anybody, Kathleen.

And you're not something that
I would just... reshoot one day.

-Let me tell you about Minna.
-Oh, no, I don't...

She could be jealous and petty

and impossible.

And I stayed anyway.

I loved her.

See?

I don't like
disloyal people either.

Can we try?

Yes. Yes.

* *

Hello.

The other night,
at the meeting...

I don't want any trouble.

I'm not going to make any.

You're the boss' daughter.

May I?

I know that was dangerous
for you, being there.

But you went anyway.

I want to know why.

I don't like to say.

What happens when
someone gets hurt here?

Are they cared for
or just... replaced?

Well, that's easy.

Just don't get hurt.

Why do you come in so early?

It takes me a couple
of extra hours,

but I like to keep up.

Can I help you?

(chuckling):
It's not yours to do, honey.

Can I help?

-(door opens)
-WOMAN: Good morning.

WOMAN 2:
Good morning.

(women chatting indistinctly)

I think I should work
here for a while.

You do?

Not for pay.

I-I wouldn't want to take a job
away from anyone, I just...

I just need the education.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Yes?

I just started, in Traffic.

My name's Max Miner.

They said I need to get a set of
clean clothes from here first.

Docked from my pay.

They give you a ticket?

Yes, ma'am.

It goes to the desk.

This is Celia.

She can show you.

That's swell, thank you.

-I'm Max.
-Nice to meet you, Max.

It's my first day.

Don't have the hang
of everything yet.

You'd never know it.

Seemed like you were born here.

(chuckles softly)
Right this way.

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

Good Lord.

Does this mean you're
gonna be twice as slow now?

Oh, but half as miserable, see?

No one ever had a better time
breaking a few metacarpals.

I hear you're in love.

-Vicious rumor.
-Oh, careful.

Might turn you back
into a human being.

* *

Oh, thank you.

Well, how do I look?

Successful.

Yeah?

* *

It's official?

The bank's calling in the note?

Then we're broke.

All right, uh, other banks?

There aren't any.

-Private lenders?
-I tried.

The whole world's tapped.

Except Germany.

Got a call from our friend,
Dr. Gyssling.

Pat...

He has offered his help.

Well, maybe pass the hat
at the next Nuremberg rally.

Says Germany's
full of capitalists:

IG Farben, Krupp, Thyssen.

He's made the calls,
the money's there.

Along with an eagerness
to invest.

And you said?

(crew member
speaks indistinctly)

(bell rings)

(crew member
speaks indistinctly)

I was sorry to hear
about Muffin, Susan.

That's very kind
of you, Mr. Stahr.

MAYER:
Monroe? Is everything all right?

It sounded urgent on the phone.

Uh, it is.

Well, good.

You finally leaving him?

(chuckles)

Running bet I have with Zukor.

When will Monroe finally get
tired of being the best player

in the minor leagues
and walk through my door?

And if it happens before
Christmas I win a hundred bucks.

Is today the day?

No.

Nothing like that.

Oh, well, damn.

So what is it?

Mr. Mayer, the timing's
not great for this, but...

Pat and I are in trouble.

We need to borrow
a couple million dollars.

(grunts)

Fantastic.

-(bell rings)
-MAN: Quiet on set.

-(chuckles)
-Rolling.

* Smile *

* Though your heart is aching *

* Smile *

* Even though it's breaking *

* When there are clouds *

* In the sky *

* You'll get by *

* If you smile *

* Through your fear and sorrow *

* Smile *

* And maybe tomorrow *

* You'll see the sun *

* Come shining through *

* For you *

* Light up your face *

* With gladness *

* Hide *

* Every trace of sadness *

* Although a tear *

* May be *

* Ever so near *

* That's the time *

* You must keep on trying *

* Smile *

* What's the use of crying *

* You'll find that life *

* Is still worthwhile *

* If you just smile *

* You'll find that life *

* Is still worthwhile *

* If you just *

* Smile. *