Cradle Will Rock Page #2

- I did. They're all inside.

It's got great music. I'd be happy

to play it for you. I-I'll be back.

They say, "Okay, we want to do what you do. "

I say, "Fine. Take 30 years.

Do nothing else,

and then maybe. "

I am not a teacher.

I'm an entertainer.

- What's the problem?

- Mr. Crickshaw works at the vaudeville project,

and he's complaining

about the policy there.

I'm supposed to tutor

two no-talents. It's impossible!

Mr. Crickshaw, we were hoping that you

would introduce young people to vaudeville...

and encourage them to take it up

and prolong its life.

"Prolong its life"?

Vaudeville will be around long

after you and your Communists are.

Hallie, you have

a meeting.

Two Chinese gentlemen

in native dress came by last night,

want you to start

a Chinese theater.

Very polite. They'll come again.

Also, you got a call yesterday...

saying that we can't hire an elephant

for the Brooklyn circus.

- Why not?

- They're not eligible for relief.

- Hallie. Welcome home. How was your trip?

- Great.

- I have wonderful things to report.

- Did you hear about the elephant?

- Not eligible for relief.

- Also, a guy in a squirrel outfit's been trying to see you.

- Beaver. He's a beaver, a playwright.

- What? Oh, playwright.

Also, there's trouble

in Minnesota.

Seems an ex-fan dancer auditioned

for the Federal Theater there.

- Fan dancer?

- Burlesque, takes her clothes off, you know.

So she auditions, doesn't get the job,

but the papers run a photo of her...

- saying the Federal Theater...

- Is now employing strippers.

- Pierre!

- Hello, darling.

I trust you're not too tired

from touring the U. S. A.

I have seen such great theater.

So inspiring.

- Have you heard the rumors?

- About the stripper?

Stripper, no. People from Washington

snooping around our files.

- All this talk about Congressman Dies.

- Dies as in death?

- Something about a subcommittee.

- No. It's news to me. Hello, everybody!

Go stand on someone's neck

While you're takin'

Cut into somebody's throat

as you put

For every dream and scheme's

Depending on whether

All through the storm

You've kept it warm

The nickel under your foot

Who's singing?

A prostitute. She's starving.

She sells herself for food.

She thinks she feels

a nickel under her foot,

but when she reaches for it,

there's nothing there.

She's that... hungry.

You hate that, don't you?

I didn't say that.

I didn't say anything.

I... I'm not here.

You haven't slept in two days.

Go to sleep.

- Ooh! Oh. I'm so sorry.

- Ooh! Oh!

- Are you all right?

- Yes. Oh!

Oh!

- Countess!

- Jack! Jack, I found the play charming.

Utterly darling. And the idea of setting

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