Sunset Blvd. Page #2
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softball team, put in a few numbers.
Might make a cute musical. It Happened
in the Bullpen:
Story of a Woman.Are you trying to be funny?
Because I'm all out of laughs.
I'm over a barrel.
I need a job.
- I haven't got a thing.
- Anything. Additional dialogue.
There's nothing. Honest.
Look, Mr. Sheldrake.
Could you let me have 300 bucks
yourself, as a personal loan?
Could I? Gillis.
into buying a ranch in the Valley.
So I borrowed the money from the
bank in order to pay for the ranch.
This year I mortgaged the ranch so
I could keep up my life insurance...
so I could borrow on my insurance...
After that
I drove down to headquarters.
That's the way a lot of us
think about Schwab's drugstore.
Kind of a combination office,
kaffeeklatsch and waiting room.
Waiting.
Waiting for the gravy train.
I got myself ten nickels and started
sending out a general SOS.
Couldn't get hold of my agent,
naturally.
So then I called a pal of mine,
Artie Green...
an awful nice guy,
an assistant director.
He could let me have 20.
But 20 wouldn't do.
Then I talked to
a couple of yes-men at Metro.
To me they said no.
Finally I located that agent
of mine. The big faker.
Was he out digging up a job
for poorJoe Gillis?
No. He was hard at work in Bel-Air,
making with the golf sticks.
So you need $300.
Of course I could give you $300.
- Only I'm not going to.
- No?
Get this. I'm not just your agent.
It's not the ten percent.
- I'm your friend.
- You are?
Don't you know the finest things
were written on an empty stomach?
Once a talent gets in that Mocambo-
Romanoff rut, you're through.
Forget Romanoff's.
It's the car I'm talkin' about!
If I lose my car, it's like
having my legs cut off.
Greatest thing
Now you'll have to sit behind the
typewriter. You'll have to write.
What do you think I've been doin'?
I need $300.
Sweetheart, maybe what you need
is another agent.
I took inventory of my prospects.
They now added up to exactly zero.
Apparently I just didn't have
what it takes...
and the time had come to wrap up the
whole Hollywood deal and go home.
Maybe if I hocked all my junk I'd
have enough for a bus back to Ohio.
Back to that $35-a-week job writing
copy at the Dayton Evening Post...
if it was still open.
Back to the smirking delight
of the whole office.
All right, wise guys. Why don't you
go and take a crack at Hollywood?
Maybe you think
that you could make...
Uh-oh.
I had landed myself in the driveway
of some big mansion...
that looked run-down and deserted.
At the end of the drive
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