Mommie Dearest Page #4

Why are you? Tell me!

You sit still now.

I'm going to teach you, you're vain, spoiled.

Mommie, I can't go to school like this.

I'd rather you go bald to school

than looking like a tramp.

[Crying]

No, mommie, please!

Why?

Mommie, I can't go to school like this.

Mommie, please!

You spoiled it.

You spoiled it just like I spoiled you!

Please!

Mom!

Aah, aah, aah.

[Sobbing]

[Sobbing]

Joan Crawford!

[Fans screaming]

Joan Crawford! Joan Crawford!

Take it easy.

Good evening, Miss Crawford.

Good evening.

Welcome.

Your booth is ready.

Excuse me.

Well, I'm glad to see they finally let go of you.

I was about to send out a rescue party.

Hello, L.B. What a pleasant surprise.

Joanie, I want you to meet a few

financial friends from New York.

They're bankers.

Mr. Lubin, Mr. dodd.

It's a pleasure.

Mr. lubin, Mr. dodd.

Please, sit down. Join us.

My daughter Helen

would love to have your signature, Miss Crawford.

Of course.

You see, she didn't ask for L.B. Mayer's signature.

That's because she's not as smart as her father.

Ha ha ha!

She doesn't know that you are the king.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Come join us. We're having dinner.

You're one of the reasons bankers love Metro.

Thank you, L.B., but our table is ready.

I insist.

You're aces, Joanie.

I'm glad you think that, L.B.,

because aces beat kings.

Ha ha ha!

Not in Hollywood, dear.

I'm sure you'll find the interest arrangements

quite agreeable.

That'll be just fine, L.B.

We'll all meet in New York, hmm?

Hauling me over to Mayer's table

like some picked-up floozy!

Or one of those starlets,

out to give the big shots a nice night in town.

Is that what you think of me?

How many drinks is that?

Oh.

When you were a kid, that made you look sexy.

Now it just makes you look drunk.

I may as well have "property of MGM"

tattooed on my backside!

And damn it, perino's is my place.

Nobody wanted my signature, so I just walked in.

You expect me to ignore my fans?

They're life and death to me, baby.

They're the ones who really make me.

I expect you to walk in with me

and sit down at your table with me!

Then Mayer would have to bring his bankers over,

introduce them, and get your autograph and leave!

That's what you should've done!

Maybe that's what I would've done

if you'd been nice enough to stay out there with me,

help me through the crowd and into the restaurant

like a gentleman!

Why are you screaming?

Because I'm damn mad!

Damn it, Greg.

How can you put Mayer over me?

You know that son of a b*tch is

trying to destroy my career.

If your career's in trouble,

it has nothing to do with him.

Then what is it?

You were always the shop girl

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