I Wake Up Screaming Page #3

People like that, what have they got

to do with people like us?

- Jill, they're going to help me.

- In what way?

They're gonna

glamorize me.

They may have started this thing

as a gag, but after taking one look...

at those million-dollar

debutantes tonight...

I realized I can give them cards in spades

and still come out on top.

Vicky, you'll never come out

on top by any shortcut.

One week, your face is on the cover

of a magazine; the next, it's in the ash can.

I know I sound stuffy. Gee,

I like a good time as well as the next.

Jill, you're terribly sweet,

but, well, we are different.

I know the things I want,

and I know how to get them.

So stop worrying

about me, huh?

Okay.

What you need now is sleep. If you lose

your looks, you've lost your bankroll.

Good night.

[Man] When was the first time

you met Frankie Christopher?

It was the following morning.

I was cooking breakfast-

[Knocking]

- Vicky, I think he's here.

- [Vicky] Okay. I'm putting on a dress.

- Is Miss Lynn in?

- Which Miss Lynn?

The glamour girl, or just the plain,

ordinary garden variety?

- Ohh, you're her sister.

- You're quick.

- I'm Frankie Christopher.

- That's what I was afraid of.

- May I come in?

- Sure.

Course, this is just a dump,

but if you can find a place to sit down-

Say, why all the cracks?

You don't know anything about me yet.

I don't know anything about art,

but I know what I like.

What's the idea of handing Vicky this line

about making her a big shot?

That's no line. I believe it sincerely.

After all, that's my business...

discovering talent

and trying to put it across.

Here. Take a look

at that.

Hmm. Feeding time

at the zoo.

- Where are you?

- I don't believe in having my picture taken.

That's for those I'm trying to put across.

I just stay in the background, where I belong.

- Modest, aren't you?

- Not particularly.

It's just a superstition,

that's all.

- [Vicky] Is that Frankie?

- Yes, dear.

Hold him for me, Jill.

Don't let him get away.

You come out

and do your own holding.

- Good morning, Frankie.

- That's a nice dress you've put on.

From that moment on, life became

just one great, dizzy world for her.

She was asked everywhere.

She got offers to pose for advertisements...

model clothes, join the ice ballet,

every possible form of publicity.

She even remembered the singing lessons

Mom had paid for...

and suddenly started

to fancy herself as a chanteuse.

Frankie even managed to get her a job

singing with a name band.

Finally, one morning,

things came to a climax.

I wonder what's keeping him.

I left a message hours ago.

Why, Jill, what are you

getting so excited about?

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