Hitchcock Page #4

Are you in, or are you out?

Fine.

We'll take that deal...

if you can get the money.

We already have the money, Barney.

Who do I make it out to?

If this picture fails, Alma...

we'll be in for a long,

humiliating bout of crow-eating.

It will be splendid.

Are you sure?

Of the movie? Not at all.

But of you, unquestionably.

Joe Stefano. Good to meet you.

- Sit down.

- I'm sorry I was late.

My shrink session went overtime.

- I see him every day. It's still not enough.

I thought it was only director's assistants

who needed psychiatrists.

Not writers.

Do you see a shrink, Mister Hitchcock?

I have to confess, Mister Stefano...

it boggles my brain just trying to imagine...

what on earth you and your shrink

could possibly talk about every day.

Just the usual.

Sex, rage, my mother.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, sir.

Let me have a look at you.

You know, the only thing worse

than a visit to the dentist...

is a visit to the censor.

Whatever you do, Hitch,

don't lose your temper.

- See you later.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

will absolutely not permit you

to show a knife

penetrating a woman's flesh.

I assure you, Geoffrey...

my murders are always models

of taste and discretion.

Is there any improper suggestion

of nudity...

in this murder scene in the shower?

She won't be nude,

she'll be wearing a shower cap.

Hmm...

We might accept a shot

from outside the bathroom window...

of Marion in silhouette,

above the shoulders...

provided that the glass is frosted.

Thank you.

this scene with a toilet.

Well, it is completely necessary

to show the toilet...

because Marion Crane

attempts to flush evidence down it.

Remnants of which are later discovered

by her sister.

These remnants, you understand,

are clues to her vanishing.

No American movie has ever found it

necessary to show a toilet...

let alone to flush one.

Well, perhaps we ought to shoot the film

in France.

Use a bidet instead.

Mister Hitchcock...

if this office denies you a seal...

and we're certainly heading

in that direction...

your movie will not be released

in a single theater in this country.

Will you be making jokes then?

resents me.

I make them millions of dollars...

and every year I sit at those

dreadful award show dinners...

waiting for someone just to say...

"You're good."

They take sadistic pleasure

in denying me that one little moment.

Deeply, Ed.

Deeply.

I'm sorry, but...

I'm just not used to this...

process.

It's just that more and more,

I've been having these...

impulses.

Strong ones.

Here.

The Lazar office tells me

he's crazy to work with you.

Well, tell Swifty Lazar he should not have

overexposed his client on television.

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