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NARRATOR: Dateline:
Hollywood, California.

Tinseltown readies itself
for its grandest of nights.

The Academy Awards.

This year's Oscars promises
to be an absolute nail-biter

between favorites
Lawrence of Arabia

and The Music Man.

But the real trouble
in River City,

and the race everyone is
talking about

is the contest to see

who will be crowned
Best Actress.

Here's icy beauty Lee Remick,

nominated for her turn
as Jack Lemmon's boozy bride.

Skipping the wine and sticking
to roses, Lee?

Kooky Anne Bancroft,

who brought her inimitable
Annie Sullivan to the screen

in Arthur Penn's
The Miracle Worker,

will be working
a miracle herself

to make the curtain in her
latest Broadway triumph.

Golden Globe winner Geraldine
Page out walking her pooch.

Will Oscar follow
the Globe's lead

and give Tennessee Williams'
latest muse

Hollywood's highest honor?

With her ninth nomination,

screen legend Katharine Hepburn

will not be making
a Long Day's Journey

to the West Coast this year,

as she plans once again
to sit out the festivities

in her Connecticut hideaway.

(reporters clamoring)
But all the Vegas oddsmakers

say the smart money
is on Bette Davis.

It's an honor just
to be nominated... again.

Miss Davis, do you have any
comment on the Academy

snubbing your costar,
Joan Crawford?

Define "snub."
Next question.

(reporters clamoring)
NARRATOR:
One thing's for sure:

no matter who wins,
history will be made

in three weeks
when Frank Sinatra

hosts the 35th Academy Awards.

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(seagulls chirping,
waves crashing)

OLIVIA:
The 1963 Oscars.

I have to say

that's when things took such
an ugly turn.

Not that everything

was sunshine and lollipops
up until then,

but it was the Academy Awards
that year

when it became
the point of no return

for both Bette and Joan.

I truly believed that the ladies

would put aside their natural
personal enmity,

but there were so many people
who profited

from them being
at each other's throats.

The studio,
the publicity people,

and of course, the columnists.

I know firsthand.

Unscrupulous reporters
did everything they could

to sow hatred

between myself
and my own sister.

The actress Joan Fontaine
is your younger sister?

Well, she's not
that much younger, but yes.

So there is no feud

between you two?

A feud implies

continuing hostile conduct

between two parties.

I can't remember an instance

where I instigated
hostile behavior.

INTERVIEWER: You refused
to speak to her backstage

after your 1947 Oscar win.

OLIVIA:
You're referring

to that photo of me
in Photoplay magazine.

I wasn't turning my back
on my sister in that photo.

I just didn't see
that she was there.

It's hard to imagine

the pressure the Academy Awards
puts on one.

Which brings us back

to Bette and the other Joan.

Well, it all started,
I remember,

with the nominations.

And understandably,
Joan was hurt,

because she was snubbed.

Unfortunately, dear Bette,

wasn't about to offer her
any solace.

But Joan, being a fighter,

wasn't about
to let one tiny detail

like not being nominated
push her out of the limelight.

The very day
of the nominations,

Joan marched herself down
to the Motion Picture Academy

and demanded to see
Mr. Wendell Corey,

the president of the Academy.

Mr. Corey.

Joan Crawford's headed this way

and she's not slowing down.

Joan, I can promise you,

the vote tally
is beyond reproach.

The people at Price Waterhouse
are honest to a fault.

Wendell, I'm confident
under your stewardship

that everything here at the
Academy is above board.

I wish all the
worthy nominees

good luck
and Godspeed.

I'm here to offer my services.

As it turns out, I'm available
to present this year.

Either Best Picture
or Best Director.

You decide which.

Oh, well, that's...

that's very generous.

Of course I'm going to require
a few things.

I'd appreciate it

if the Academy could pay
for my hair and makeup.

And, of course, provide a car
and a chauffeur.

Well, we don't do that
for presenters.

You will for me.

OLIVIA:
I believe if Bette had said

to even one reporter

that she regretted Joan
not getting a nod,

all that unpleasantness
would have gone away.

She came across as cold

and unsympathetic to some,

but really she was nervous.

Terribly so.

(phone rings)

OPERATOR: Bonsoir. I have
a person-to-person call

for Mademoiselle de Havilland
from Mademoiselle Davis.

Oh. Yes, of course, operator.

Bette.

Livvie. I have no idea
what time it is there.

Did I wake you?

No, not at all.
I was just reading

what passes as a script for
a new movie they've offered me.

Anything in it for me?

Not unless you want to play
a wino or a hoodlum.

The title alone
makes me want to shudder.

Lady in a Cage.

(chuckles)

Just sounds so awful.

Awful!

And if you don't
snap it up, I will.

(both chuckle)

I doubt very much indeed

that it will bring you
your fourth Oscar.

Don't jinx me,
I haven't won the third one yet.

You will.

In only a few weeks time, too.

You know I'll be
pulling for you.

Pulling for me? You're going
to be sitting right next to me.

Oh, you can't really expect me
to travel all that way

for an award show.

You bet your ass I can.

Oh, Livvie, you have no idea
what they've been saying

about me in the press.

About you and Joan, you mean.

Christ, is it in
the French papers, too?

In any language, all they want

is a catfight.

You have to stop
giving it to them.

I know.

I should be kinder,
I want to be,

but she sets me off.

I know the impulse well.

But two words:

"No... comment."

Easy for you to say; my Joan
is far worse than your Joan.

Not possible.

You know what my bitch sister
has taken to telling the press?

(chuckles)

That I broke her collarbone
when we were children.

(laughs)
Can you imagine?

And the press...

just gobbles it up.

Monsters.

Livvie, you have to come.

The goddamn Hollywood press,

they won't be able
to say shit about me

if there's another woman
of comparable stature

supporting me.

Comparable to Joan's stature,
you mean.

What else would I mean?

OLIVIA:
Bette was never easy.

But I know she respects me.

We both have two Oscars,

and she knew that
winning another one

didn't matter that much to me,

so I wasn't competition
to her, I suppose.

I was never a threat.

In her mind,
I was always Melanie Wilkes

to her Scarlett O'Hara.

Of course, I really was
Melanie Wilkes.

Her third Oscar.

You always did stink at math,
Joanie, not a third Oscar.

Her tenth nomination,
her eighth loss.

That's the way you got
to think of it.

But she is the odds-on favorite.

HEDDA: Well, that's because
this town loves nothing more

than to bestow titles.

And they're just itching

to give that old nag
the triple crown.

But we're going to see
she doesn't get it.

How?

Mm. Easy.

There are, as of now,
655 Academy members

in your peer group that'll be
casting a vote for Best Actress.

We just have to get to,
say, 100 of them,

and we can tip this thing.

You mean actually lobby
the Academy members

to vote against her?

Why not?

Well, because it
will be seen as

sour grapes
on my part.

And that's why you have
to stay squeaky clean.

You let me poison the well.

You're gonna serve up

nothing but rainbows
and moonbeams.

Get out your
phone book.

We're gonna play a little game
I learned from Jack Webb,

"Good cop, bad cop."

I'll put the word
out on Davis.

You plump up the
other nominees.

Well, who do you think is
her closest competition?

Well, they're not gonna give
it to that buzzard Hepburn.
Oh.

She's never once showed
up to the ceremony.

I'll bad-mouth her
a little bit, too.

Her and those slacks.
(laughs)

Remick's no threat; they
all still think of her

as a television
actress.

Push for Page or Bancroft.

Lean on the "Hollywood reaches
out to Broadway" angle.

One of them gets it,
it'll sting her even more.

You hate her more than I do.

I find her vulgar.

Besides, she thinks
we're all hypocrites.

Aren't we, though, Hedda?

Well, of course we are,

but I'm not gonna
be judged for it,

not by her.

Hypocrisy is the tribute
vice must pay to virtue.

You've always understood that.

She never has.

The only reason

the rest of the country allows
this Babylon to stay standing

is because it believes
we have a conscience.

And for 30 years,
I have been that conscience.

And I gave up
everything for it.

My career as an actress,
my marriage,

my dream
of having many children.

What has she sacrificed?
Nothing.

Well, then,
let's make some calls.

Chuck, it's Hedda.

I just had to call and say
how much I loved you in El Cid,

how I adore a man
in a leather skirt.

Oh, I thank you, Doris.
That's very sweet of you.

But I really wasn't
expecting one this year.

Oh, but I was thrilled to see
Geraldine Page get nominated.

Weren't you?

Yes, a concussion.

She kicked her
right in the head twice.

Joan would have been well
within her rights

to file assault charges.

Well, I was lucky enough to see
Miss Bancroft play it onstage.

And do you know, Loretta,

her Annie Sullivan seemed
even more blind on-screen.

Why should she have three?

You know, the one they gave her

for Dangerous
she uses as a doorstop?

Mm. Her bathroom.
Can you believe it?

That poor Oscar has to watch
that woman go to the toilet.

No, Anne Bancroft is
absolutely brilliant.

Love to you, Cary.

It's no use.

What are you
talking about?

It's a fool's errand.

She's already won.

Joan.
No, I don't mean today
or on Oscar night.

I have been in competition

with that goddamn woman
my entire career.

A constant battle.

For men, for roles,
for magazine covers.

And I don't know why.

I was the bigger star.

My leading men were
more attractive.

My pictures made more money.

And yet I was always
made to feel inferior.

After years of
working so hard to be

an ambassador for Hollywood,
to be part of this community,

while she gives the
industry the finger

from her moldy home
in Connecticut.

And yet, when presented
with the opportunity,

they nominate her...
instead of me.

It's so fucking
humiliating.

I think you've had enough
of that iced tea.

No, I mean it, Hedda.

Something inside me broke

when they announced
those nominations.

Not because I was
counting on it

or because I hoped
that it would ensure

a few more precious
years of work.

It was beyond that.

Whatever self-confidence
I had left was gone.

She leeched it out of me!

Hmm.

Oh, God, I can't believe I said
I would present at those awards.

I don't know what I
was thinking. I can't

go to that awards show.

I can't show my
face anymore.

Joan, you are going
to those awards.

We can get you
your self-confidence back.

I don't see how.

I'll tell you how.

She may have been the one
who was nominated,

but as God as my witness,

that woman is not going
to walk off that stage

with the Oscar
for Best Actress,

because you are.

(lively jazz playing,
phone ringing)

Well, gee, don't
get up or anything.

Hello.

JOAN:
Gerry?

Is this Miss Geraldine Page?

It is. Rip, turn that down.

I can't hear.

This is Joan Crawford, dear,

calling from Hollywood,
California.

It's Joan fucking Crawford.

Gerry?

Miss Crawford,
how may I help you?

I just want to say
right up front

that I was not upset.

Upset?

Why would you be upset?

With the performance
you were nominated for

in Sweet Bird of Youth.

(laughs)

The faded movie queen
swanning about.

Oh, I think we

all know
who that was based on, dear.

Oh, no, Miss Crawford.

Mr. Williams created that role.
I was just...

No, I was flattered, Gerry.

Really I was.

You got it so close to perfect.

Although I would never
date a man under 40.

Not enough money to keep
this lady happy. (laughs)

Uh-huh.

What does she want?

Was there something you needed,
Miss Crawford?

No, I just wanted
to say congratulations, Gerry.

I mean, with so many wonderful
performances this year

and only five nominations,

I was so glad
to see you get recognized.

Thank you.

Can you believe
it's only two weeks away,

and I haven't even cut out
potatoes yet.

Potatoes?

Those television cameras

are many times more punishing

than the motion picture
cameras.

Who's doing your gown?

My gown?

I hadn't really thought
about my gown.

Well, of course,
you have many fine options

out there in New York.

But you want to be fitted here
the day of.

May I suggest Edith Head?

Really,
there is no one better, dear.

I could speak to her for you,
and then, if you like,

I could personally help you
select your jewels.

That is awfully generous of
you, Miss Crawford, really,

but I think I'm gonna
try and keep it simple.

Don't forget, Gerry.

You're representing Hollywood.

I mean, this broadcast will be
seen all over the world.

People depend on us
to brighten their ordinary lives

with a little glamour.

Well, if their lives
depend on my glamour,

I've got some
bad news for them.

Well... it really is
too stressful, isn't it,

dear?

Lord knows
the year I was nominated

for Mildred Pierce, I was

too nervous to attend.

No, I stayed home
and faked pneumonia.

(laughs)

And do you know what?

They brought the Oscar to me.

And in a way, it was more
intimate, more of an honor.

Is that what you think
I should do?

Stay home?

Well, I could accept it for you.

(exhales)

It's just down
the road from me,

and I have to be there anyway.

I'll say lovely things,

and you can watch
from the comfort

of your New York one-bedroom.

(sighing):
Oh.

Sure... Miss Crawford.

You are welcome to accept
the award on my behalf.

Really?

Well, if that's what you want.
(laughs)

Just send me a list
of people to thank.

Let's try to keep it
to three names.

Short and sweet, in my opinion,
is the best.

I will do that.

Wonderful.

All my love to you, Gerry.

Miss Crawford?

(click, dial tone)

Well...

good news.

I'm not going to make you
put on a tux this year.

You're actually gonna let
that high-strung show pony

represent you at the Oscars?

Well, she needs it.

And besides,

Hollywood should be
forced to look

at what they've done to her.

(upbeat jazz playing)

(song ends)

(distant horn toots,
whistle blowing)

(brakes squeak)

(car horn blowing)

(distant siren blaring)

(horn honking)

(door opens)

LYDIA:
Annie,

you have a visitor.

Joan Crawford.

Joan Crawford caught
the performance?

Sure. Pull the other one, Lydia.

I'm serious.

She's right outside the door.

Well, hell, show her in.

(distant chatter)

Miss Crawford.

What an honor.

I just had to pop back

and tell you what
an astonishing performance

you gave tonight,
and to a half-empty house.

That really is dedication.

Well, thank you.

You theater gals.

(clicks tongue)

I don't know how you do it.

Night after night, weekends,

matinees.

Oh, it must be terribly
taxing on your voice.

I drink a lot of tea.

Smart. (laughs)

I was so looking forward
to seeing you next week

at the Academy Awards.

But I read in
Dorothy Kilgallen's column

that you won't be attending?

I'm afraid not. I can't.

I'd have to miss
three performances,

and I just couldn't do that

to the people who paid
to see the show.

It's either the work
or the reward, you know.

So you're not mad
at our little movie colony?

I know they gave
that Shirley MacLaine

your part
in Two for the Seesaw.

Well, I heard that movie stank.

To high heaven. (laughs)

Good. (laughs)

Can I offer you a drink?

No, no, no, no.
Please, let me get it.

I also understand
that you have requested

young Patty Duke to accept
your prize should you win.

Yeah, but because
she's nominated, too,

the Academy put the
kibosh on that idea.

Well, that seems silly.

It's probably for
the best, though.

What if I were to win for
Best Actress, and Patty lost

for Supporting?

I'd hate to put the kid
through that.

But, between you and me,

I think she's going to win.

Yes, I think she is, too.

And my sixth sense tells me

that you are going
to win also.

Wouldn't that be something?

Yes, it certainly would.

The blind leading
the blind.

Miss Crawford...

...did you fly all the way here
to ask

if you could accept my award
for me?

No. No, but I certainly would be
happy to...

But would it make you happy?

Desperately.

Well, then I really hope
I do win.

I'd be honored to have
someone of your stature

accept on my behalf.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I really must go now.

I have a dinner engagement
in an hour.

It was lovely to meet you,
Miss Crawford.

Yes, and you, too.

Thank you.

Joan?

Hmm?

Davis may have had
the flashier role,

but you made that movie work.

I really admired what you did.

(doorbell rings)

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MAMACITA:
Good.

The jewels and the gown have
been approved by Miss Crawford.

You know where
to carefully lay them out.

Upstairs. She just woke up.

Move, move, move.
Do not speak, just work.

(door shuts)

That goes for everyone here.

Do not address Miss Crawford
unless she speaks to you first.

And pick up the pace.

It is Oscar day.

BETTE:
"Dearest Bette,

"good luck tonight.
You deserve to win.

Jack Warner."

"Bette, take home the gold.

"We are so proud of you.

Ronnie and Nancy Reagan."

Oh.

You're a shoo-in
to win, Miss Davis.

Everybody thinks so.

So it seems.

JOAN: Edith Head gave me this
idea. Everything in silver.

Like a silver Oscar.

I think silver's

so much more elegant than gold,
don't you?

Did you know

Edith already has seven Oscars?

And you have two?

Not yet.

MAMACITA:
Okay,

time to go.

Hair.

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How do I look?

(chuckles)

You look
beautiful.

Like the first frost of fall.

Like Sonja Henie
in one of those...

winter wonderland
skating pictures.

Very funny.

Mr. Cukor,
will you do the honors?

With pleasure.

You are one of my
oldest friends.

We have known each
other for 40 years,

and I have never
bullshitted you.

Now, there's something
I want to say to you,

and you need to listen.

Don't do this.

Do what?

Try and take it from her.

The night.

It'll be seen in all quarters
for exactly what it is:

a petty act of revenge
from a woman scorned.

(sighs) If she doesn't win,
you'll get bad press.

Better than no press.

These people will never work
with you again.

Davis, Aldrich...

Good.

Joanie, you're bigger than this.

No, I'm not.

Christ, you always
look better than me.

(chuckles)
Drink?

Let's get one there.

Our chariot awaits.

Bette, what happened
to this one?

Did all the gold plating
fall off?

(chuckles)
Rubbed off, you mean.

Every night when I watch
television in bed, I hold it.

He's the perfect
companion.

He doesn't talk
back. He listens.

He's patient.

And sometimes,

when I need it,

he reminds me
of that perfect night

when I won him...

and the whole world...

stood up and cheered.

And I was loved.

God, that's sad.

Actually,

as a woman heading toward
her second divorce,

I get it.

I get it completely.

(kisses)

Let me visit
the powder room

and we'll be on our way.

Wait up for me, boys.

Tonight I'm bringing you home
a baby brother.

NARRATOR:
The Academy of Motion Picture
Arts and Sciences presents...

its 35th annual
achievement awards.

These people, like most of us,
are movie fans.

They've come from
all over the country,

here to the Pacific Auditorium
in Santa Monica, California,

to get a glimpse
of their favorite movie actors,

as the most famous faces
in the world

arrive to attend
Oscar's coming out party.

Look, there's Jack Lord
of Stoney Burke.

(reporters clamoring)

Eva Marie Saint.

There's little Patty Duke.

There's Lee Remick
with husband Bill Colleran.

There's Bob Stack
and Mrs. Stack.

And Gregory Peck, a nominee
for his work this year

as Atticus Finch
in To Kill a Mockingbird.

And there's Miss Bette Davis,

nominated tonight
for her performance

in What Ever Happened
to Baby Jane?

REPORTER: Miss de Havilland,
is is true you flew out

from Paris to present the award
for Best Picture?

I will present that award,
but I traveled here

to be with my dear
friend, Bette.

I'm here to see her be the first
actress to win three Oscars.

She's the greatest.
(laughs)

And the industry
owes her this.

What do you say to that,
Miss Davis?

I'm not ashamed to admit
I want this.

(crowd cheering)

NARRATOR: There's screen legend
Joan Crawford.

She'll be presenting the Oscar
tonight for Best Director.

REPORTER:
Miss Crawford, Miss Crawford.

Your Baby Jane costar,
Bette Davis,

is nominated
for Best Actress tonight.

Who did you vote for?

The winner.

(women laughing)

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Set the cold cuts right there

on that table.

Get that vodka open

for the guests.

What about
the centerpiece?

Just move it.

Miss Crawford.

Stan,

how lovely to see you.
How are Judy and the children?

Miss Crawford, I'm
sorry, but you cannot

turn the greenroom
into your own

private party.
It's against Academy bylaws.

Light me.

Drink.

Have a lovely evening.

Mamacita,

touch up.

PRESENTER: Now, the nominees
for Best Achievement

in Art Direction
for a Color Production are...

Oh, Jesus Christ, this night.

What a fool, to care about
anything this much or want

anything this much.

Hey, Bette, sit down.

Meredith Willson's Music Man.

Look at me.

Art direction by Paul Groesse.

Take a breath.

You are going to win.

(sighs)
The crown is yours.

And so is the record.

...by George W. Davis...

What did I ever do
to deserve you?

(chuckles softly)
When we were young,

you were one of the first
to make me feel

I was more than a pretty face.

You showed me how to fight.

And, boy, did you fight for me
at the beginning of my career.

And now here you are,

fighting for me
at the end of mine.

Oh, don't be so maudlin.

Here we are at the top
of Mount Olympus,

and all you want to do
is jump off.

This is supposed to be
a celebration.

Well, then, where's the booze?

I think Frank
must've drunk it all.

Come on, then.
Let's go to the greenroom

and get ourselves some
proper swamp water.

You don't want to go there.

Why not?

(indistinct chatter)

JOAN:
My goodness,

an Oscar winner at 17.

The only way to go is down.

So, then, you are

the youngest
Academy Award winner

in history, is that right?

That's what they tell me.

(chuckles)

What's your pup's name?
Bambi.

She's my good luck charm.

Well, I'll say.

(both chuckle)

You know, dear,

it isn't ladylike

to bring a pet
to the Academy Awards.

(gasps)

PRESENTER:
The winner...

is France
for Sundays and Cybele.

(applause)

Good luck.

Miss Crawford? Your
category is next.

Best Director?
You're presenting?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Right this way.

(applause)

How much longer
till my category?

Best Actress?

About ten minutes.

(orchestra plays)

The nominees

for Best Achievement
in Directing are:

Frank Perry for David and Lisa,

Pietro Germi
for Divorce Italian Style,

David Lean
for Lawrence of Arabia,

Arthur Penn
for The Miracle Worker,

and Robert Mulligan
for To Kill a Mockingbird.

Please.

David Lean...

Lawrence of Arabia.

(orchestra playing theme
to Lawrence of Arabia)

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God bless you.

This limey is deeply touched
and greatly honored.

Thank you.

(applause, orchestra plays)

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Excuse me, Miss Crawford,
where should I go?

Follow me.

MAN:
Cue Mr. Sinatra.

SINATRA: Here is
the magnificently versatile

Miss Bette Davis.

JOAN:
Hello, how are you?

(orchestra playing, applause)

BETTE: The nominees for
Best Story and Screenplay...

Ben, nice to see you.

...Written Directly
for the Screen

are story and screenplay by
Ennio De Concini...

(toilet flushes)

Hey, Bob.

...Stanley Shapiro
and Nate Monaster

for That Touch of Mink.

Story and screenplay
by Ingmar Bergman

for Through a Glass Darkly.

The envelope, please.

You're right in there.

The winner is...
Mr. Lean, over here.
Congratulations.

...those three difficult
Italian names,

Divorce Italian Style.

(applause, orchestral fanfare)

Hey.
Hello, hello.

SINATRA: The next award
will be for the Best Actress.

And I am pleased to announce
that, this year,

in addition to the Oscar,
the winning actress

will also receive
three glorious days

at the Sands Hotel in
Las Vegas.

(laughter)

To make the presentation is
last year's winner for this...

his provocative performance
in Judgment at Nuremberg--

ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Maximilian Schell.

(orchestra plays, applause)

*

Thank you.

The nominees for Best
Performance by an Actress are...

Anne Bancroft
in The Miracle Worker,

Bette Davis in What Ever
Happened to Baby Jane,

Katherine Hepburn--
Long Day's Journey into Night,

Geraldine Page
for Sweet Bird of Youth...

and Lee Remick
for Days of Wine and Roses.

And the winner is...

Anne Bancroft...

for The Miracle Worker.

ANNOUNCER (over P.A.):
Accepting for Anne Bancroft,

Miss Joan Crawford.

(echoing):
Miss Joan Crawford...

(sizzling)

(orchestra playing
"Hush, Little Baby")

*

(applause)

Miss Bancroft said, "Here's
my little speech, dear Joan."

Quote: "There are three reasons
why I deserve this award--

"Arthur Penn,

Bill Gibson, and Fred Coe."

Unquote.

Thank you.

(orchestra playing
"Hush, Little Baby")

(applause)

(flashbulbs popping,
excited chatter)

(gasps)

(reporters clamoring)

Miss Crawford... Beautiful,
beautiful, that's great.

Fantastic... One more over here,
Miss Crawford.

(clamoring continues)

Beautiful, that's great.
One more...

Oh, your hair looks great.

WOMAN: Miss Crawford,

would you mind a picture
with the other winners?

Of course not, dear.

MAN:
Mr. Peck. Mr. Peck, over here.

Right here.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the press,

tonight's champions.

(overlapping chatter)

I can't believe it.

* Moon river... *

I just cannot believe it.

I'm in utter shock.

(loud thud)
* I'm crossing you in style *

* Someday *

Double-fisting it, Bette?

No, John, these are not
both for me.

This one is mine,
and this one is to throw

in Crawford's face
the next time I see her.

* Wherever you're going *

* I'm going your way *

Could have made history.

* Moon river *

* Off to see the world... *
Coulda, woulda, shoulda.

You still can.

Really, Livvie?

In what part?
In what picture?!

I'm sorry.

(sighs):
I just...

I just thought for a moment...

that I was back in the game.

*

*

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