Twentieth Century Page #2

From now on, I close the iron door on you.

Okay. I'll take that job with the Schuberts.

- Leave my theatre, you gray rat!

- I'm...

And don't have that fat wife of yours

come around again, pleading for you!

Let the rehearsal begin.

- Places. Act 1.

- No.

We will start with Miss Garlans entrance.

That' s you all, Mary Jo.

Where'll we send the body?

Come on.

I'm at the tiller now, Mr. Jacobs.

Now, don't be nervous, child.

You're not Lily Garland anymore.

You're little Mary Jo Calhoun.

The scent of jasmine...

is floating through the open window

of a summer evening.

You've just kissed your lover goodnight.

You're full of vibrations.

The scene is pure purple...

as you come drifting

into this old Southern mansion.

All right.

The door is opened

by the old family retainer, Uncle Remus.

- Yes, sir.

- All ready.

Just a moment.

That is the way an iceman

would enter the house. Not Mary Jo.

Shyly, please.

Try it again.

"Daddy."

Just wait, dear.

You're in America now.

Don't you know the Old South

does not yodel?

Once more, please.

"Daddy.

"Hello, Daddy."

Come on, dear child.

Are you nailed to the floor?

"You all were talking to somebody

on the lawn. Who was it?

"It was Michael, wasn't it?"

Frightened, acting frightened.

- "It was Michael, Daddy."

- "I thought so."

- "Stanley."

- "Where are you all going, Daddy?"

Where's the brother?

Come on, Brother. Downstairs.

Throw yourself into the room.

"What' s all the matter, Daddy?"

Take out your pistol, Father.

"Take your sister to her room, son."

"Yes, sir."

"No, Daddy. You all don't..."

Just a minute. Where are you going?

This is like a scrimmage.

Get me some chalk, Mr. Jacobs.

- Mr. Jaffe, I'm right, this is the...

- I'm sorry.

All right, Brother.

I'm terribly sorry.

It' s all right, Mary Jo. Where's the chalk?

Get to your respective places.

Now, Mary Jo, I'm going to lay down

tracks for you. Here's the door.

Now, when you come on, you stop here

and say, "Daddy."

Then over to here.

I'll mark it "two."

Then when you hear your brother

coming downstairs...

you come over to here, three...

then quickly back to here, four.

Then, when your father rushes out...

you won't be knocked down like a ninepin.

Come, we'll start afresh. Entrance.

You're off the track.

Let' s get her a trolley.

Quiet, please.

It' s very distracting, that muttering.

Now, Mary Jo, remember what I told you.

- Mr. Jaffe.

- Who's that?

- Excuse me, Mr. Jaffe.

- What?

This is the combination of the safe.

It' s the only copy.

Why do you bother me with details like that?

What do I hire you for?

But you...

You hothead.

Go over there, sit somewhere

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