Twentieth Century Page #3

and sit down. Keep out of my way.

Now, come on, Mary Jo, remember...

shy but vital. Give it essence.

Give me the chalk, please.

Brother's all right.

Did you get some more chalk?

Where are you going to get chalk

in New York at midnight?

Try the public schools.

Borrow some from a teacher.

School has been out

for some time now, sire.

No cooperation from anybody.

Never mind. I'll carry through alone.

Come on, Mary Jo.

Mr. Jaffe, I'm afraid I'm all in.

Nonsense, child.

You'll get your second wind in a minute.

Where's Uncle Remus?

- Yes, sir.

- Father?

- Where's your little chum Emmy Lou?

- Right here.

Come on, child, get to your place.

We're in the sitting room now.

Mary Jo, this time when you hear

of Michael's death...

remember what I told you about the scream.

It comes from here.

Your insides turn to jelly

when you hear the news.

And a good long pause after the shot.

Let' s proceed.

"Where are you all, Mary Jo?"

"What is it, Emmy Lou?"

"Your father just met Michael.

He's out there on the lawn."

"Emmy Lou, what are we all going to do?"

One, two, sway. Stand there swaying.

Come on, Uncle Remus.

"Oh, Lordy, Miss Mary Jo.

Your daddy's just killed Mr. Michael."

What was that?

What?

That squeak.

Why, Mr. Jaffe...

We're going to stay in this theater

till Miss Garland learns how to scream.

Dismiss the cast.

All right, everybody. 11:00 tomorrow.

I can't stand it.

I've done it a thousand times.

You can't hammer at me this way

any longer.

Making a fool out of me

in front of everybody.

You squalling little amateur.

On your feet. Get up.

Take that hump out of your back.

You're not demonstrating underwear

anymore.

I've taken all the bullying from you

I'm going to.

No man living can kick me around

for eight hours until I can't see straight.

I'm a human being, do you hear?

A human being.

Now, Miss Garland...

My name is Plotka.

It' s a good name, too, just as good as Jaffe.

I wanted to be an actress, but I won't

crawl on my stomach for any man.

You find somebody else.

She's marvelous, just as I thought.

Fire, passion, everything.

The gold is all there, but we must mine it.

Lily Garland, I only heard one thing:

that you want to be an actress.

That' s all I want, too.

Look at me.

Duse had that modeling.

Now we're going to teach little Mary Jo

how to scream.

Do you trust me, child?

Yes.

I'm going to find the soul that' s there

and release it...

so it' ll fly, soar up to the top gallery.

- Oliver.

- Yes, O.J.

Go up there. I want you to listen.

- Now, listen, O.J.

- Go on.

Now, you're going to lift Mr. Webb

out of his seat with that scream.

Come on, child. I'll take all the other parts.

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