Opening Night Page #2

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- Have one drink.

Come in.

Oh, God.

Don't be so distant, Maurice.

Come on, have a drink.

I'm hungry.

There are people waiting

downstairs in the car.

[Sighs]

What's the matter with us?

We lose sight of everything.

There was a girl killed tonight.

All we can think about is dinner.

I gotta go.

You're not a woman

to me anymore.

You're a professional.

You don't care

about anything, do you?

You don't care

about personal relationships...

love, sex, affection.

- Okay.

- I have a small part.

It's unsympathetic.

The audience doesn't like me.

I can't afford to be

in love with you.

Good night.

Yeah, good night.

[Thunder Rumbling]

- She coming?

- She doesn't wanna eat.

She'll beat herself into the ground.

Let's go. My wife is

waiting at the restaurant.

I don't want any more trouble.

Let's go.

I need your help, Dorothy.

I'm not talking to you as your husband.

I don't count.

But I'm gonna go crazy

if you don't tell me what it's like...

to be alone as a woman.

What do you do?

Okay, that's it.

Will you make me another drink,

please? I am gonna get drunk.

- Ah -

- If you want to get hostile, go ahead.

My goddamn life depends on this play.

And you should go to all the rehearsals.

You should watch everything.

You should sit with Myrtle, fill her in

on yourself and be part of it.

Do I get paid for this?

If you understudy, I'll pay you.

- Hmm.

- [Laughing]

That's right.

'Cause I tell you, my life is getting

boring. I'm getting somber.

- My own tricks bore me.

- Do you want ice?

Yeah.

There's no humor anymore,

and all the glamour's dead.

- You notice that?

- Mm-mmm.

I can't even stand

how they come to rehearsal.

They come to rehearsal

dressed in terrible clothes.

[Chuckles]

- Ah.

- Manny, I'm dying.

[Laughing]

I'm dying.

I know I'm dying,

'cause I'm getting tired.

It's always the same.

You talk. I sleep.

If I had known what a boring man

you were when I married you...

I wouldn't have gone through

all those emotional crises.

[Phone Ringing]

Hello?

Oh, Myrtle.

No, sweetheart.

I'm still up.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well.

Do you have a fever?

What?

What girl?

A young girl got killed

in front of the theater tonight.

- All right, sweetheart.

- It's 4:
30 in the morning.

Yes, I know. It is lonely.

Oh! I hate out of town too.

Of course I love you.

- [Chuckles]

- Hold it, will you, please?

It's nothing.

Just my wife.

Right.

Of course I'll leave the phone open.

Yeah. She doesn't mind at all.

- Tell her you'll talk

to her in the morning.

- I don't sleep anyway.

- Right.

- Right?

- Right.

- There's no one I love more

than you at this moment.

You know I love you.

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