Ed Wood Page #5

Ed gives her a thumbs up -- perfect! He confidently takes the

phone.

ED (on phone)

Hello, Mr. Weiss? I heard about your

new project and was curious if you

signed a director. Oh -- you

haven't? Well, if we could get

together, I could explain why I'm

more qualified to direct this than

anyone else in town.

(beat)

Uh, I'd rather not go into it over

the phone... Alright. Great! l'll

see you then!

Ed hangs up and YELPS excitedly. He kisses Dolores. She pulls

away.

DOLORES:

Eddie, I don't understand. Why are

you the most qualified director for

the Christine Jorgensen Story?

ED:

(nervous, he lies)

Aw, er, it's just a bunch of hot air.

I had to say something to get in the

door.

CUT TO:

INT. LOW-RENT HALLWAY - DAY

Ed walks jauntily along, wearing a snappy suit. He reaches a

door that says "SCREEN CLASSICS ó George Weiss, President." Ed

fixes his hair, checks his clothes, then enters.

INT. SCREEN CLASSICS ó SAME TIME

It's a crowded root, piled with paperwork and files. Film cans

are stacked everywhere, and framed oneósheets for "TEST TUBE

BABIES," "BLONDE PICKUP" and "GIRL GANG" litter the cracked

walls. Sitting behind the messy desk is GEORGIE WEISS, 60, a

rug merchant turned exploitation film producer. He juggles a

large sandwich and angrily barks into the phone.

GEORGIE (on phone)

Look, when I said you could have the

western territories, I didn't mean

all eleven states! I meant

California, Oregon, and uh, what's

that one above it... Washington. Oh

really?! Well screw you!

Georgie slams down the phone. He smiles warmly at Ed.

GEORGIE:

Can I help you?

ED:

Yes, I'm Ed Wood. I'm here about

directing the Christine Jorgensen

picture.

GEORGIE:

Yeah, well a couple of things have

changed. It ain't gonna be the

Christine Jorgensen story no more.

Goddamn "Variety" printed the story

before I had the rights, and now that

b*tch is asking for the sky.

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