A Star Is Born Page #2

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Esther.

Yes.

Hi, girls.

- Esther, if you hurry we can have coffee.

- All right.

- Good night.

- Goodbye.

- Danny.

- Yeah?

Here, wait just a second.

I must have chewed my lips off wondering

if he was coming back on.

I've never been so afraid.

My knees were shaking.

Was I on key? I couldn't hear.

- You were on pitch all the way.

- It's a wonder.

It's a wonder to me

that Mr. Norman Maine is still in pictures.

It is indeed.

In fact I ask it myself every morning

when I'm shaving.

I say, "Mirror, mirror on the wall...

"...who is the greatest star of them all?"

Do you know what the mirror answers?

Norman Maine?

Absolutely correct, Miss...

Blodgett. Esther Blodgett.

You must've been born with that name.

You couldn't have made it up.

- I was born with it.

- Excuse me.

You wouldn't make up a name like that,

would you?

That's a brand new lipstick.

To mark the occasion when...

...Esther Blodgett...

...saved Norman Maine...

...from making even more a fool

of himself than usual.

I thank you. My studio thanks you.

All the legions and codes...

...that watch over our industry

will be equally pleased, I'm sure.

Would you take supper with me?

And all the people with you, too.

I'm afraid we can't, Mr. Maine.

You see, we're working at the Grove.

This is Danny McGuire, our pianist.

Bring your piano along, Mr. McGuire.

Nobody can object to a good, clean,

living American piano.

But I insist on your taking supper with me.

Come on.

Don't you try to stop me, Mr. McGuire.

I know myself extremely well.

I'm just near the fighting stage

at the moment.

If I don't get my way, I'll begin to break up

people and things at this moment.

You understand, don't you?

Yes, I understand.

Why don't we have supper sometime later?

Maybe tomorrow or the next night.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll lay in a whole supply of lipsticks

and we'll celebrate all over the walls.

- Please, Miss Blodgett.

- Good night.

I think I see your friends, Mr. Maine.

Let's hit the road.

Darling, you were simply divine.

Simply divine.

You were swell.

You know, drunk or not, he's nice.

He's awful nice.

Just darling. Come on.

When he goes off like that,

he's good for the night, Mr. Libby.

He'll smile in his sleep in a minute.

Like a child.

Like a child with a blowtorch.

What, sir?

Nothing.

Mr. Maine's charm escapes me.

It always has.

Now, you understand, 6:00 sharp.

Have him dressed and ready.

Yes, sir.

Here are his car keys. Hide them, will you?

I've had enough of Mr. Maine for one night.

He's good for the night.

He'll sure be surprised when

he finds himself on location in the morning.

- Good evening, Mr. Maine.

- Hello, Bruno. How are you?

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