Three-Cornered Moon Page #3

kid in the world!

Give me that!

(TELEPHONE RlNGlNG)

What`s the matter?

Have I got it on wrong?

Give me that back!

(TELEPHONE CONTlNUES RlNGlNG)

Come back here

with that!

You crazy!

KENNETH:
Pick up your feet!

That wasn`t anything!

Ronald, darling!

I`ve been waiting for

your call all morning.

What? You`re dispossessed!

You mean she actually

threw you out

because you didn`t

pay your rent?

Listen, you go right back

to that landlady and make

her return your manuscript.

All right, then l`ll do it.

I`ll be at your house

in half an hour!

DOUGLAS:
Come back

here with that.

KENNETH:
Try and get it,

you big...

Come on!

(LAUGHlNG)

(CHOKlNG)

Give me that wig!

You`re ruining it!

I won`t! I won`t!

Enjoying yourselves, children?

Playing a game?

Hey, Ma!

Ma, See, l`m awful

late for my class.

Can I order a cab?

No. That`s awfully

extravagant, Eddie.

Oh, just this once.

No!

(BOTH LAUGHlNG)

Come on! Come on!

All right, baby.

Oh, l`m going out, too.

Tell them to send one for me.

Okay.

DOUGLAS:
Mother!

No!

Order one for me,

too, Eddie.

(CHUCKLES)

You big ham!

(LAUGHlNG)

Hello. Yellow Taxi?

Send a cab right over

to Mrs. Rimplegar`s.

EDDlE:
Hey!

Give me that phone.

Alley-oop!

Hello! Yellow Taxi?

MAN:
Listen, son,

don`t try to get rough

with the old lady.

I`ll not stand for

anything like that.

Ronald!

Ronald, darling!

(PEOPLE EXCLAlMlNG)

Don`t you worry.

I`ll settle this.

How much does

he owe you?

$16.

Give me that!

Okay, Mike.

10, 15, 16.

Thanks.

Have you got everything?

ELlZABETH:
Oh! Why...

RONALD:
My Togassa nude!

He`s throwing it

down the steps.

Come on.

Is this the stuff

you wrote yesterday?

Yeah.

Help a guy make a living,

won`t you, mister?

Wait!

It just occurred to me.

I`ve had no breakfast.

Oh, you poor darling.

Give me a bar

of chocolate.

Oh, no, no, no.

Here.

Can you?

Yeah.

Thank you.

The beginning of the

chapter I wrote soft

and, you know,

full of sunlight.

Like this Togassa nude.

But there`s a recurring,

ominous beat in it.

First it`s faint,

like a dropping tear,

but later it pounds

more and more,

furious, like rainy,

thunderous music.

Oh, that sounds swell!

No! It`s rotten! It`s hollow.

It`s falling to pieces!

I can`t get it to go right.

(SlGHS)

I`m a failure.

(EXCLAlMS) Now,

there you go again.

You know perfectly well,

you write like

a tree on fire.

If I could only

be like you, dear,

so wonderfully at

peace with yourself

all the time.

That`s what you think!

Ronald, I haven`t

told you, but for the

last six or seven months,

I`ve been in despair!

Darling!

I hate everything in life,

people, everything!

So do l!

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