Sunset Blvd. Page #3

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a great big empty garage

just standing there going to waste.

A perfect place to stash a limping

car with a hot license number.

There was another occupant

in that garage...

an enormous,

foreign-built automobile.

It must have burned up

ten gallons to a mile.

It had a 1932 license.

I figured that's when the owners

had moved out.

And I also figured that I couldn't

go back to my apartment...

now that those bloodhounds

were onto me.

The idea was to get to Artie Green's

and stay there...

until I could make that bus

for Ohio.

Once back in Dayton, I'd drop the

credit boys a picture postcard...

telling them where to pick up

thejalopy.

It was a great big white elephant

of a place...

the kind crazy movie people built

in the crazy '20s.

A neglected house

gets an unhappy look.

This one had it in spades.

It was like that old woman

in Great Expectations...

that Miss Havisham in her rotting

wedding dress and her torn veil...

taking it out on the world

because she'd been given the go-by.

You there!

Why are you so late?

Why have you kept me waiting

so long?

In here.

I just put my car in the garage.

I had a blowout. I thought maybe...

- Go on in.

- Maybe I better take my car and...

Wipe your feet.

Go on.

You're not properly dressed

for the occasion.

- What's the occasion?

- Have him come up, Max.

- Up the stairs.

- Suppose you listen for a minute.

Madame is waiting.

For me?

Okay.

If you need any help

with the coffin, call me.

This way.

In here.

I put him on my massage table

in front of the fire.

He always liked fires

and poking at them with a stick.

I've decided we'll bury him in the

garden. Any city laws against that?

- I wouldn't know.

- I don't care anyway.

I want a white coffin, and I want it

specially lined with satin.

White or deep pink.

Maybe red. Bright, flaming red.

Let's make it gay.

How much will it be?

I warn you, don't give me a fancy

price just because I'm rich!

Lady, you got the wrong man. I had

some trouble with my car. Flat tire.

I pulled into your garage

until I could get a spare.

I thought this was an empty house.

It is not. Get out.

I'm sorry. And I'm sorry

you lost your friend.

And I don't think red

is the right color.

Wait a minute. Haven't I seen you

before? I know your face.

Get out.

Or shall I call my servant?

You're Norma Desmond!

You used to be in silent pictures.

You used to be big!

I am big.

It's the pictures that got small.

Uh-huh.

I knew there was

something wrong with them.

They're dead. They're finished.

There was a time when this business

had the eyes of the whole world.

But that wasn't good enough

for them. Oh, no!

They had to have the ears

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