Phantom Of The Paradise Page #3

Sir?

Pardon me. I'm not a volunteer.

I'm innocent. I don't want you

to take my teeth out.

How many men here are innocent?

Raise your hands.

All innocent.

Good morning, everyone.

Swan can deposit

another golden disk in Fort Knox.

The Juicy Fruits on the Death Label

has taken the charts by storm.

Friday night, you can see them

at the grand opening of the Paradise.

Swan's rock palace...

...is scheduled to open at last

with this dynamite sound.

So let's hear it again. The

Juicy Fruits singing Swan's Faust.

Get away from the record press.

-Let's move this ladder now.

-What's that?

I shove the tire in his mouth.

Then he really gets mad

at me, you know?

This is the last time

we go through it. See Swan?

He's listening and watching,

so don't make me look bad again.

All right, let's get going here,

will you, please?

Let's get it going over here.

Get the car over there.

All right, girls.

Just a second, Linda.

You got a very nice body.

We want to see some skin.

-It's cold. It's just a rehearsal.

-You're not paid to be cold.

-Don't touch me.

-You wanna get paid?

-Yeah, I wanna get paid.

-Get back on the car.

Come on, let's move it out of here.

We've gotta get some thin girls here.

-Where are you going?

-I gotta get out of here.

-What sign are you?

-Leo.

You're okay. I gotta get out of here.

-Come on, I wanna show you something.

-I swear to God.

Do you see Swan up there?

He doesn't show it, but he's thinking:

"Why isn't Harold in the car?"

Do you really want me to tell him

that it's not in the stars for you?

I don't feel good.

You'll feel worse

if you don't do what I say.

-I hear this ticking.

-Maybe something's loose up there.

-There's something weird here.

-Take one of these.

-I can't take pills...

-Take the pills, swallow. Feel better?

-Yeah, I feel better.

-No more ticking?

Get out there. All right.

Come on, get this car out.

Girls, I want big smiles now.

Look at the audience. That's it.

Big smiles. Sing the song.

Winslow, good to see you.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Killing me won't help you.

My God, you're horrible.

Don't rush off.

Look at yourself.

Look at yourself!

What's that horrible sound?

Can't you talk?

Look around you, Winslow.

You've destroyed your face,

your voice.

Now you're trying to destroy

the Paradise. Haven't we had enough?

I can give you the power to create.

I'll make you somebody.

We'll have to start over,

only this time working together.

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