Ninja Girl: The Lightning Orb

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I've got an idea for the love

scene, where the two heads

will start apart and then

gradually come together.

A quick pan, do you see,

from one face to the other,

whipping the camera.

The love scenes aren't really

your problem, are they?

Not if the morons are still asking,

"Why do the birds attack?"

Hitch...

...hair.

I like her smile.

Call her in?

Good morning, ma'am.

Pass?

Right over there.

You do want

it scary?

I don't want a dry seat

in the house.

Gonna need

some bigger birds.

Evan, tell me

the story so far.

So we're on

the coast, Bodega Bay,

beautiful but kind of

remote,

the kind of place where

folks notice a stranger.

A woman arrives, new in town,

and when the birds attack,

it's her fault.

And that's when we reveal

it's her first day

teaching the local kids.

Teaching?

The birds

attack the kids.

Who pays our wages,

Evan?

The studio.

The audience.

Who wants someone

to identify with.

Who want glamour.

We just got going,

and he threw me out.

Stroke of noon.

You'll get used to it.

Next, please.

Right now,

every blonde in town

can get a lunch.

Miss Tippi Hedren.

How do you do,

Mr. Hitchcock?

Won't you call me

Hitch?

You're privileged.

Peggy, everyone

calls me Hitch.

They do not.

They wouldn't dare.

Miss Hedren...

Not married?

Divorced.

Oh?

We were very young...

and I guess, well, Peter should

have dated a few more girls

before we were married.

Not sure about

those pearls.

Too large for the afternoon

color of your clothes.

Would you join me

for lunch?

I'd be delighted.

Are you a natural blonde?

My family is

Swedish.

And you move well.

I've been modeling since

I was 19 years old.

Now you fancy yourself

an actress?

Your people called

me, Mr... Hitch.

Yes, well, they

bring me lots of women.

Many are called,

you see, but few are chosen.

Now, this is a very

fine Californian

pinot noir.

It's called

the "Heartbreak Grape."

Do you know why?

Of all the grapes

used to make wine,

these are the most

fragile.

It has a very thin skin,

prone to disease,

mold, every kind of

rot and virus

known to the vintner's art.

So growing pinot noir is a

bit like making a movie...

heartbreak guaranteed.

Nobody would tell me

who I was coming to see.

I just got this call, and...

but I'm just so thrilled

that it's you.

"There was a young

lady of Trent,

"who said she knew

what it meant.

"When he asked her to dine,

private room, lots of wine,

"she knew,

oh, she knew,

"but she went."

Heartbreak guaranteed.

Hey, Tippi!

Hi, honey.

Ah!

So, what was

it like?

What do you think

of Mommy's new hair?

It's nice.

Tippi, tell me.

It was hell.

Oh, Lord.

I knew it.

Ah, wine for lunch,

a tour of the studio, a bunch

of people coming to make a fuss

about my new hair.

Oh, you minx.

Mr. Hitchcock was a perfect

English gentleman.

Come on, Mom.

Ooh!

Just no shower

scenes, OK?

Ah!

Lift your head up.

Head up.

That's it.

Now in profile.

Head up.

Tippi.

"Tippi"...

what is that?

It's a Swedish name.

Oh, really?

What for?

For "Tupsa."

Would you say that

again, please?

Tupsa.

"Tupsa."

It's an anatomical

term, is it?

Meaning what?

"Little girl,"

in Swedish.

All right.

Move up to the fireplace.

That's it. All the way

to the fireplace.

Back again.

Come back, my dear.

Good. Let's see

a bit more shoulder.

Drop the stole.

That's good.

Move over to Martin

on the sofa.

Bit of a sway

to your hips.

A bit more.

That's it.

Right.

Now drape yourself

around him.

Go on. You've draped

yourself around a man before.

Kiss him.

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