The Majestic Page #4

Everybodys called you Luke

since you were a baby.

Where exactly are we going?

Where do you think, son?

Im taking you home.

You fellas have a good rest

of the day.

-If you need anything, call me.

-Bless you, Cecil, for everything.

What are we doing here?

This is it.

"Hem Jesti."

The Majestic.

A few of the letters are missing.

We live in a movie theater?

No. In the apartment above it.

Harry?

How long have I been gone?

Nine and a half years.

Nine and a half years?

That was high school.

You ran 11 touchdowns that season.

My mother?

You remember?

Just a guess.

-Shes beautiful.

-Yes, she was, rest her soul.

Im sorry. Its so much to take in.

Me blathering away like a fool.

Why dont I make some coffee?

Harry, why did you close The Majestic?

After the war, people here just

didnt feel like going to the movies.

Some moved away. Los Angeles...

...Sacramento, San Francisco.

You still take cream, no sugar?

Luke?

Just us, son.

-How long have I been asleep?

-Since yesterday.

You slept through the night

and most of this morning.

Id like to reintroduce you

to the staff of The Majestic.

-Irene Terwilliger, our candy lady.

-So glad to have you back, Luke.

Hes even more handsome now.

This is Emmett Smith,

our head usher and fix-it man.

Tell him about the watch.

One step at a time.

Lets not get ahead of ourselves.

Luke....

Fact is, weve been talking it over

while you slept, and....

Well, good news, son.

Now that youre back,

weve decided to reopen.

Reopen?

How hard can it be?

We fix the place up, sell tickets.

Harry. Look around.

-Its a dump.

-Told you so.

I am looking around,

and all I see is potential.

The place is ready to fall down. All

youd have to do is give it a shove.

Youre wrong. You are. I know

she doesnt look like much now...

...but once--

Once, this place was like a palace.

-Palace.

-Thats why we called her Majestic.

Any man, woman, child could buy

a ticket, walk in.

Here theyd be, here wed be.

Yes, sir. Yes, maam. Enjoy the show.

In theyd come, entering a palace.

Like a dream. Like in heaven.

Maybe you had worries and problems,

but once you came in...

...they didnt matter anymore.

And you know why?

Chaplin, thats why.

And Keaton, and Lloyd.

Garbo, Gable, and Lombard.

And Jimmy Stewart, Jimmy Cagney.

Fred and Ginger. They were gods!

And they lived up there.

That was Olympus.

We felt so lucky just to be here.

To have the privilege

of watching them.

This TV thing, why stay

home and watch a box?

Convenience? You dont have

to dress up, you can sit there?

You call that entertainment?

Alone in your living room?

Wheres the other people?

Wheres the audience?

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