Kill Your Darlings Page #5
Why didn't you tell me?
What, am I supposed to do newsreels?
What's that?
Oh, nothing.
If you're going to stay,
don't hog the blanket.
Why is Jack a real writer?
Once you meet him,
you'll see what I mean.
- Hey, Al.
- No.
- Come on.
- No.
No.
Fumble.
- Jack, what was that?
- The damn cat.
She painted it. Say nothing.
- Hey, when did this come?
- Today.
It's from Sammy. Where is he now'?
I don't know. Some battleship.
What do you think?
It's brilliant, no?
It's missing some periods and commas.
It's better than anything
you've ever written.
- I use periods and commas.
- Both of you, quiet.
Kerouac. How are you, chum?
Sammy, you bastard.
Who's Sammy?
was 12. Off in the Navy.
We've just been through
20 days of German shelling
every three hours, night and day.
This will be my last one for a while.
Tomorrow we're headed our to the
front, some beach near Rome. Anzio?
Go sit at the table.
It's supposed to be beautiful...
I didn't know we were having guests.
What's this?
I was aiming for stew.
Yeah? You missed.
Come on, guys.
- Where are you going?
- Out.
Out'? I have been
cooking all day for you.
What? What do you want?
Want me to eat shoe leather?
I'm hungry, and what you
do in the kitchen's unholy.
That's funny. You talk like a Catholic,
but you f*** me and won't marry me.
- How does that work?
- Shut your mouth, Edie.
I thought you liked it wide open.
Scram.
Allen.
So, Al. Thought my novel was sh*t?
- Not exactly. It's not what I
would choose... - it's all true.
Jack sewed in the merchant marines.
Columbia's full of squares.
Not even sure why I
bothered to come back.
Why don't you just ship out again?
Trust me, sometimes when I
fight with Edie, I want to.
Well, you two did just fight.
Carr, you're goddamn crazy.
"A new vision. " Yeah.
Sounds phoney.
Movements are cooked up by people who
can't write about the people who can.
I don't think he gets
what we're trying to do.
Listen to me.
This whole town's full of finks on
the 30th floor writing pure chintz.
Writers. A real writers
gotta be in the beds,
down in the trenches and
all the broken places.
Where were your trenches, Al?
- Allen.
- Right.
First thought, best thought.
F*** you. What does that even mean?
That's good. That's one. What else?
- F*** your one million words.
- Yes, even better.
You don't know me.
You're right.
Who is "you"?
"Be careful.
"You are not in Wonderland.
"I've heard the strange madness
long growing in your soul.
"But you are fortunate
in your ignorance,
"in your isolation.
"You who have suffered
"find where love hides.
"Give, share, lose,
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