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(waltz music playing)

And there's Parliament
to consider.

And The Times.

(Irish accent):
Oh, forget all that.

How are we going to get this
past me ma and da?

Why?

-Don't you think they'll
approve of me? -(chuckles)

I suppose me ma will
find you charming enough.

But me da, he doesn't
go in for politics.

He socked a county clerk
in the nose once

just for campaigning
too near his pub.

Did he?

Could we pretend you were
a professor or such...

(reel clicking)

BRADY:
Always loved that story.

Downing Street.

She owed one scene on it
when she died.

We'd shoot it with a double,

find a voice double
to loop her lines.

Maybe Bess.

She made a fine Minna.

It'd be a fitting tribute
to her, Monroe.

God, she was good.

And it'd be found money,

help us get out
from under Mayer, the prick.

But if you're uncomfortable
with it in any way...

I'm not.

Wouldn't it be something
if she ended up saving us again?

(Brady chuckles)

HACKETT:
The drudgery tour continues.

Today's my last day in wardrobe.
Starting in props tomorrow.

Fine, as long as
being a stuntman

isn't next on your list.

Is there some reason you're
not writing at the moment?

There is.

(gasps)

Finished it an hour ago.

Aubrey, congratulations.

Well, you're supposed to
say that after you read it.

Which will be when?

-I'm done here at 6:00.
-6:00?

You're 19, I'm giving you
first-look. Play hooky.

-I can't. -What are they
gonna do, fire you?

Worse. They'll stop
taking me seriously.

I'll read it tonight.

Notes on your desk by 8:00 a.m.

What if you don't have any?

Thank you.

I'm very excited.

You ought to be.

(chuckles softly)

* *

Now, that's not
quite Minna, Bess.

Would it help you
to hear another clip

from earlier in the picture?

No, Odelle.

Thank you.

Let's just try it again.

All right.

BESS (Irish accent):
Me daughter tells me

you're in politics.

ODELLE:
In a fashion, if you like.

I don't.

(gasps)

(normal voice):
That felt better. Didn't it?

I wonder if more sessions
might help.

I'll-I'll get the hang of it.

I was Minna, wasn't I?

Yes, you were.

(knock on door)

(door opens)

Mr. Stahr?

There's a saying, in Yiddish.

A tate darft nisht a
shpigl ven er hat gehat a zin.

"A man no longer needs a mirror

once he has had a son."

My Irving.

(voice breaks):
My boychik.

He was the perfect partner,

the perfect friend.

(chuckles)

An inspiration,

a born storyteller,
sometimes a taskmaster.

He was a movie man.

But you will never see his name
on a single picture of ours.

That bothered me,

but I always believed if
I hectored him enough about it,

he'd eventually give in,
he'd put his name on the screen.

I thought I had time
to win that one.

I was wrong.

And now my son,

my mirror, is dead.

(chuckles):
Mayer.

He hated Thalberg.

-SZEP: And now he gets
to replace him. -BRADY: Hmm.

"My son is dead."
Oh, Kristus.

And Mayer'd do it, too,
just to fuck me.

Well...

he can offer control.

And as big a bankroll
as Monroe likes.

BRADY:
But Monroe wouldn't.

He'd never do that to me.

Yeah.

Probably.

He wouldn't do that to me.

If you heard anything concrete,
you'd tell me, right?

-You have to ask?
-Yeah.

Ah, it's hell, having family.

You know who we should hire?
Norman Krasna.

Oh, heck of a writer.

-But I thought you hated
his work. -I was wrong.

He's brilliant.

What turned you around?

Did a hell of a job
on Mayer's eulogy.

Beautiful. Didn't you think?

* *

CELIA:
Monroe?

Is it bad form to discuss
a script at a funeral?

Yes. Shameful.

Why?

Just that Aubrey turned in
a great draft

of An Enemy Among Us.

Thought you might want to start
thinking about directors.

Congratulations, Celia.

You're starting to turn into
a first-rate producer.

And a second-rate human being.

Thank you.

(chuckles softly)

* *

If you keep this up,

one of us is gonna
have to switch religions.

We're both salesmen, you and I.

-I don't think that's true.
-No?

We both sell myth.

Except mine are myths
people can see.

God's not a myth.

No?

The Bible isn't just stories?

Noah's not a story?
A really good story?

How's a movie any different?

Try this.

A woman enters her apartment.

It's nighttime.

She's wearing black gloves.

She empties out her purse.

Two dimes and one nickel.

She puts the dimes
back in her purse,

but places the nickel on a
shelf beneath a bottle of rye.

On the stove is a matchbox.

One match left inside it.

She puts the gloves inside
the oven, then lights it.

Her phone rings.

She picks it up, then says,

"I've never owned a pair
of black gloves in my life."

Then leaves.

Do you see?

What was the nickel for?

I have no idea,
I was just making pictures,

but you were interested.

What makes you say that?

Why else would you ask
about the nickel?

See?

Story.

You seem so insistent
upon proving to me

that movies matter.

-Yes.
-Why?

Because people die for them.

Someday I will, too.

All right.

They matter.

Thank you.

Now tell me
the rest of your sins.

(jazz music playing quietly)

Pat, do you want me
to get a job?

BRADY:
Why would you get a job?

I don't know.

To help out.

Do you want me to cancel
our Christmas trip?

What is with you tonight?

I don't mind living
picture to picture,

always thinking that it's
all gonna come to an end,

and it's certainly not
the first mortgage

you took out to finance one.

I mean, we could spend less.

I haven't failed us yet, have I?

No.

I don't know.

Irving dying...

Perhaps it's time for me
to consult my crystal ball.

(both chuckle)

Sure.

(sighs) Okay.

Shyness is gonna have
a negative cost of $900,000,

with another $100,000
for prints and advertising.

It'll bring in
$4 million domestic, and, eh,

six, $700,000 overseas.

Oh.

Downing Street...

that's pure profit, because
we wrote it off two years ago.

Mm-hmm.

And... figure the same
$100,000 for P&A,

wide release;
I think we're looking at

maybe three, three-point-two.

And we are back in clover.

And the weather next Thursday?

Sunny.

Very sunny.

* *

CELIA: I don't think
you're understanding the scene.

She wants to sleep
with Agent Willard.

Whatever she does is in place
of sleeping with him.

No, but she's stalling here.

She's afraid, simple as that.

People don't have
three emotions at once.

I do.

And why doesn't she keep
the lunch date

with her boyfriend on page 72?

She's too ashamed of herself.

But what people are ashamed of
usually makes a good story.

The picture needs more
of her inner world, her pain.

The better we get to know her,

the more we'll fear
for her at the end.

My God,
you sound just like Monroe.

Thank God you got over
that crush on him.

Aubrey, what matters is
he's got a crush on this movie.

I saw it in his eyes.

Let's not blow it, okay?

STAHR:
Beautiful home she has here.

Did you know her in Germany?

Only vaguely.

But we émigrés have to take care
of one another.

-Hmm.
-Please.

So, you were saying, uh,
your fictional world.

-Brinel.
-Yes.

Yeah, the script's not done yet,
but it's going to be perfect.

And perfect for you to direct.

But word in our little circle
is that the German consul here

isn't too pleased about it.

Herr Gyssling.

That's a point of pride for me.

But you see,
I just escaped the Nazis.

Why would I want
to come all the way here

just to antagonize them again?

Because if we don't
stop them now,

there won't be anywhere
to escape to.

LANG:
Marlene.

Miss Dietrich.

Mr. Stahr.

Here to take a look at the Alps?

Just a bit of Vienna.

Pity about Irving.

So young.

Were you close?

I wish we'd been closer.

My, but you are a clever one.

You've been in town three days,
and you're already living

with an international
movie star, Fritz.

You must be
pretty clever yours...

(clears throat)

Your wife stayed
in Germany, didn't she?

Traded you for a Nazi pin
and married the party.

Now imagine something.

She walks into a theater
in Munich, sees this picture,

a giant middle finger to Hitler.

You'd really want that
to be directed by someone else?

MINER: You wanted
to see me, Mr. Brady?

Miner. Come on in.

I got an opportunity for you.

Oh. Yes, sir.

Miner, do you freely accept

that I am now
your Lord and Savior?

(chuckles softly)

Bernadette.

How's school?

How's your class?

Well enough.

I spend most of my days
breaking up fights

and cleaning up messes.

Funny, so do I.

(scoffs)

I was thinking of you the
other day, at Irving's funeral.

It hit me that you're the only
family I've got left out here.

Please.

Do you need money?

No, I'm not here for money.

I'm here for Dex.

Took me weeks
to work up the nerve.

It's something
he was doing on his own.

And he was always afraid
to show it to you.

And he was very proud of it,
I think.

Will you read it?

Of course.

Just because he's gone

doesn't mean he's not
still under contract.

(chuckles softly)

* *

Hello.

I'm Rose.

KITTY:
I'm the brain tumor in 208.

Is that what you'd like me
to call you?

I'm Kitty.

Where you from?

From Portland.

But lately,
a bridge under Sixth Street.

Couldn't find work?

Well, I came here
to be an artist,

and it turns out
they had artists here already.

-So... -Who told you
you have a brain tumor?

I passed out in a movie theater.

Marx Brothers picture.

Can I get another blanket?

Thank you.

Do you need anything else?

Do you know any jokes?

I don't, uh...

(whispers):
I think I'm dying.

No.

(Kitty exhales)

So...

-two guys walk into a bar...
-(both laugh)

You don't want to put on
too much, okay?

But you want
to make sure it's even.

You sure this isn't
stealing, Max?

It's called publicity, Nathan.

Studios pay people to do this.

DARLA: She's gonna be
like Mitzi Green.

That's what everyone's saying.

Who is?

Lana. She was playing the lead.

Now she's gonna be a star.

Maybe I didn't practice enough.

Oh, you practiced great.

You did great.

Nathan, set the table.

You know, I saw a lot of kids
make a lot of mistakes,

and you didn't make any.

And it's just a school play.

So how come that producer
who was there

gave his card to Lana
and not to me?

Because you were in the chorus.

Okay?

Dinner's ready.

DARLA:
I'll get the lead next time.

Then everyone will be
watching me.

It's nice to think about anyway.

Nathan.

ALL: Bless us, O Lord,
for these, thy gifts,

which we are about to receive...

Can you cook?

What?

(Kathleen laughs)

When I tell my mother about you,

it'll be the second question
she asks.

Can you?

Reasonably.

What else will you tell her?

That I'm happy.

I'm happy, too.

Quick, lock the doors
and bar the windows,

before someone comes
and takes it all away.

No one's gonna take it away.

Do you ever think
about stopping?

Stopping what?

Work.

They just put a 37-year-old
boy genius in the ground.

(Stahr sighs)

Do you ever think about it?

Taking time off?

(phone ringing)

-Shangri-La.
-(chuckles)

Louis Mayer.

(Irish accent): Me daughter
tells me you're in politics.

Me daughter tells me
you're in politics.

Me daughter
tells me you're in politics.

MAYER (whispering): I'm just
not feeling her spirit from...

Any luck?

Oh.

Hello, L.B.

Pat. How's Margo?

How's your house?

Fine and fine, thanks.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Trying to find you
a proper Minna.

-I brought you half my stable.
-Well, gee, Monroe.

Why don't you just ask
your girlfriend to do it?

She's Irish.

I don't think
that'd be a good idea.

We all have to suffer for our
art, Monroe. Tell him, Louis.

I also dropped in
on a Sally Sweet rehearsal.

-And?
-Fine.

Shirley Temple shouldn't
lose any sleep over her.

And, would it kill you
to jazz up the script a little?

It's a bit trite, no?

Which reminds me,
what do you two think of color?

Think it's swell. Why?

Well, it's an idea Irving had.

He wanted to steal
Wizard of Oz

from Goldwyn
and make it in color.

Does that sound crazy to you?

-Not at all. -Sounds a little
gimmicky to me.

Still haven't found
a replacement for him?

(sighs)

Talent like that
doesn't grow on trees, Pat.

Well, see you two around.

(door opens, closes)

What's wrong
with the Sally script?

It is a bit flat.

If you'd let me put
a new writer on it...

See to it then, will you?

Oh.

Almost forgot
why I fucking came in here.

Is it true, I'm hearing
you're courting Fritz Lang?

Yes. He's perfect for Enemy.

It's an American story.

Why ask a German émigré
to tell it?

(chuckles)
Because he's a German émigré.

You don't find him
a little brooding?

No, I think he's a visionary.

What does Louis think?

Couldn't say.

Haven't asked.

That's refreshing.

It's my movie, Pat.

He's my choice.

You're a velvet fucking
jackhammer, aren't you?

And find me a Minna.

(door opens, closes)

So?

Which one did you pick?

I saw 30 would-be Minnas
coming through today.

Who got it?

No one.

They're all wrong.

Well, she'll turn up eventually.

I'm starting to think
she's been here all along.

(sighs)

-Would you do it?
-Do what?

Be her voice. Minna.

Me?

I need the help.

And no one else
can seem to get it right.

I'm not...

It's just a few lines, Kathleen.

Just a few lines, yeah.

I don't mind doing this.

Really, I-I don't.

It's just, you...

you said I wasn't
a stand-in for anyone.

And you're not. You're not.

Do you ever want me
to kiss you like she did?

Touch you like she did?

What?

-I can if you want.
-No.

I'm sorry.
I-I shouldn't have asked.

Do you ever think of her,

when we're...

No.

I do.

* *

(sighs)

(sighs)

Me daughter tells me
you're in politics.

You're in poli...

Kathleen, what are you doing?

Getting her voice.

I don't want you to feel
like you have to...

No. Before I ever knew
who Monroe Stahr was...

...I was a Minna Davis fan.

I loved her.

We all did.

If you're gonna have
someone do this...

then it might as well be

someone who cares
about getting it right.

I love you.

No, you don't.

You're just grateful.

They're not the same thing.

Yes.

They are.

* *

Need some help?

Must be some trick to it.

There is.

It sticks.

Father hasn't replaced
the doors around here

since his first
Vilma Bánky picture.

I may not be smart enough
for this place.

How's traffic?

Oh, uh, your father,
uh, promoted me.

I'm Mr. Stahr's office boy now.

Oh, so you can spy on him.

Daddy, Daddy.

May I give you
the lay of the land, Max?

Yeah, I'd be obliged.

My father is
the boss around here,

but Monroe is everyone's hero,

the only person
in this whole phony town

who actually behaves like
the characters in our pictures.

It drives my father
a little crazy,

because at any other studio,

all the whispering
would be about him.

So, he hates Monroe...

and he loves Monroe
and he needs Monroe.

It's all a dance.

STAHR:
Hello, Celia.

Max.

Hi, Mr. Stahr.
We weren't doing anything.

Father just made Max
your new office boy, Monroe.

Welcome aboard, Max.

Any spy of Pat's
is a friend of mine.

Just do your job with honor.

You'll be fine.

And Celia will
show you the ropes.

Is that Aubrey's script?

Yes, as advertised.

Brilliant. Poignant.

Now that he's turned in
a producer's draft,

Oscar-iffic.

Well, so much for
managing expectations.

No interruptions, Mary.

Even if it's Mr. Brady?

That's right.

What if it's Mr. Mayer?

He just messengered this over,

says he'd like
your thoughts on it.

HACKETT:
You know, there's no guarantee

he'll read it in one sitting.

Yes, he will.

He gets interrupted
all the time.

I mean, sometimes
he makes me wait days.

He won't on this one.

He wouldn't do that to me.

God, I envy your certainty.

Even at 19, I didn't have that.

You either believe in people
or you don't.

I do, even if it means
the occasional pie in the face.

(sighs)

Really?

It's wonderful.

And terrifying.

I love the bit with the hat.

And that scene
where she confesses

to her boyfriend over lunch,

and takes Winchester's key?

-Well done, Aubrey.
-Well done, Aubrey.

STAHR:
By the way, Celia,

your below-the-line days
are over.

You're a producer now,
full-time.

-I start at the mill tomorrow.
-No.

This is what you're good at.

Aubrey, grab your pencil.

Let's get to work.

-But you said that...
-I do.

But that does not mean
it's a picture yet.

All right, first, theme.

There's An Enemy AmongUs,
right?

We should see hints
of dishonesty everywhere.

Friends who gossip
about each other,

uh, employees who steal
a dollar or two from the till,

the lady down the hall
who's having an affair

and the doorman who looks
the other way to let the guy in.

It should feel like
no one's worth a damn.

Of course.
Aubrey, we should do that.

STAHR: And what are we saying
about Adelle in scene one?

We ought to meet her at work,
telling her boss or her coworker

some wild story about
why she was late this morning,

which they all know
can't be true.

See, it's part of her charm,
these-these tales she weaves.

So, when she uncovers
the horrible truth

about her neighbor
and tries to convince them all,

no one believes her.

* *

A word of advice, boss?

Sure.

If you're afraid
of losing Stahr to Mayer,

it might be wise
to let him win a few.

He was a son to you
not long ago.

You hate him.

I also hate my dentist,
but I recognize his value.

I just can't think of a win
I can give him

that wouldn't feel like
I was losing.

Hmm, can't you?

LANG: Very impressive place
you have here.

BRADY:
Golf club on the wall

is from Bobby Jones.

It's his mashie, his five-iron.

Gave it to me just after
he won the Masters.

Reminds me of Goebbel's office
in Berlin.

Well, the inspiration
was Mussolini.

They have both
banned films of mine.

Ah.

And now you want to work
with my little girl.

-Very exciting.
-Daddy.

BRADY:
An Enemy Among Us. Please.

You like the title?

Yeah, I like the whole script.

The characters, scenarios...
(exhales sharply)

all very strong.

BRADY:
And it has real thrills in it.

Cliffhangers.
Very American that way.

-It does not brood at all.
-No.

But it stings, bites.

This character feels to me
like a female version

of the Nietzschean
Übermensch...

...the answer to nihilism.

Exactly.

This one matters to us, Fritz.

I feel it has a very
important statement to make

to the world.

I could not agree
with you more, Pat.

Well, then...
welcome to Brady-American.

Lovely meeting.

One day, I look forward

to introducing you
to my actual father.

I don't know who that was.

I've never seen him so...
agreeable.

Perhaps I am just that charming.

You know,
now it's just the two of us,

I did want to mention a concern
of mine about the script.

-Oh, I didn't know you had one.
-I do.

I didn't want to say anything
in front of him, but...

it's missing something.

Well, what's that?

Everything Americans
know nothing about.

Passion. Sexuality. Terror.

I see.

The landlady that helps
your spy, Brigitta.

Her entire motivation
should be between her legs.

Sex is her North Star.

Picture Marlene Dietrich.

Brigitta's a supporting role.

Dietrich only plays leads.

She will play it
if I ask her to.

You know her?

I'm staying in her home
as her guest.

Would you like to meet her?

How does it make you feel?

The idea of it?

Excited.

A little scared.

You say that
as if there's a difference.

Every July,
Americans set off skyrockets

to celebrate how wonderful
it is to be free.

Yet they know nothing
of freedom.

Freedom happens on my bed.

And sometimes on my floor.

-Too strong?
-No.

It's wonderful.

I live.

I breathe.

I fuck.

And you?

I live and breathe.

Of course you do.

Come with me.

(French music playing)

(women giggling)

WOMAN:
Marlene.

Marlene. (speaks French)

(speaks French)

(women giggling)

(laughter)

-Fritz Lang?
-What's wrong with him?

Do you have to ask?

He's an enemy of the Reich,

and he also
happens to be Jewish.

I heard he was raised Catholic.

His mother was born Jewish.

Keep this up, there's gonna be
nobody left making movies

but Mickey Mouse.

I don't know why
I bother with you.

I'm told Louis Mayer
makes all the decisions

for the studio now.

Funny story.

I was a trolley operator
when I was 14.

My supervisor was
a big tough guy, maybe 30.

Shook me down
for a few nickels every day.

Got so bad,
he started making me steal

from the farebox.

But...

I put up with it...

'cause I needed the job.

And, well,
he was taller than I was.

Then, one summer,
I had a growth spurt.

(snaps fingers)

Like that,
I was taller than he was.

So one day after work,

I beat his brains in
with a lead pipe.

I fear I've missed your point.

My point is, I put up with you

for the same reason
the world puts up with Hitler.

Because at this moment,
it's easier than going to war.

But when that changes,
and it will change,

you would do well to remember
I'm taller than you.

And I'm never far
from that lead pipe.

(Celia grunts)

Daddy, I know what's missing
from our movie.

What movie?

The only movie--
An Enemy Among Us.

It's too prudish,
too puritanical.

Nobody's lusting after anybody.

-BRADY: Wait, did you just
get in? -(Rose laughs)

Yes. Quite a night.

-With whom?
-Fritz.

He's such a perfect
director for this.

Monroe was so right about him.

Yeah, Monroe doesn't
know everything.

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

It means Fritz
is a noted pervert.

Did he...

He didn't lay a finger on me.

And where am I
gonna learn things

if not out in the world?

-In here?
-I don't know.

I don't think we did so badly
by you, darling.

Thought you were learning
plenty at Bennington.

Oh, everyone at
Bennington's an idiot.

Mother?

Help me. You know I'm right.

You only get one father, Celia.

The Langs of the world
will come and go.

And so will Monroe.

(scoffs)

You don't understand.

And it's not the only movie!

KATHLEEN: Here's what you can
expect from him.

Me daughter tells me
you're in politics.

To which you would say...

PRINCE OF WALES:
In a fashion, if you like.

I don't.

Don't trust politicians.

Especially rich ones.

You rich?

PRINCE OF WALES:
Sadly, yes.

KATHLEEN:
How rich?

PRINCE OF WALES:
Quite, I'm afraid.

And ya think I'd hand you
a daughter of mine?

I've only got the five of them.

My word, Brigid, is he really
going to be this rough?

If he's sober.

DELL:
That's the one. Thank you.

See? A born actress.

Oh, God. I hope not.

(sighs)

Thank you.

For what?

For being you.

See you tonight?

(sighs)

Oh, come on.
I'm hardly a model.

Didn't get your eyes right.

They're so beautiful.

There isn't anyone
I can contact for you?

An aunt, an uncle?

I told you, they all scattered.

It was never
a close family, anyway.

Now, could you
just please be still?

(sighs):
I feel silly.

That's better.

See?

It almost does you justice.

You can draw.

It does help when I'm inspired.

Is it operable?

They hope so.

Glad you could make it.

(clears throat)

So?

Funny.

I always wondered
why the pages he turned in

first thing in the morning
were so much better

than his pages
at the end of the day.

Was all of it you?

No. Monroe, I...

He might bounce an idea off me,
or talk through a scenario,

-if he was stuck.
-Bernadette,

he did show me an early draft
of this-- a year ago.

It wasn't nearly this good.

And he knew it.

He couldn't get the women right.

But you did.

You fixed the subplot, too,
which was a real mess.

I'm ashamed I didn't
catch on sooner.

You're very talented.

You hear me?

You can write.

Not many can.

Why don't you try it full-time?

It's got to be easier than
chasing fourth-graders around.

I-I didn't-- I-I wanted--
I just wanted

to see his name
on a screen again.

Credits are nice.

Family is better.

And I have a picture
that needs some help.

It's Pat's baby.

Please.

He doesn't make
any secret phone calls?

No.

Any private meetings
off the lot?

No. No, sir.

Do you have anything to report?

Near as I can tell, Mr. Brady,

all he does all day
is try and make you money.

Miner, you may be the worst
office boy I ever hired.

It's 4:00, Mr. Brady.

The celebration
for Mr. Stahr's birthday.

You wanted me to remind you.

Thank you, Birdy.

Uh, stick around for a minute,
will you?

That'll be all, Miner.

Yes, sir.

Birdy.

Do you think the Sally Sweet
script is lousy?

I really couldn't say,
Mr. Brady.

Haven't read that one yet.

I did love The Wizard of Oz.

Mr. Mayer sent it to Mr. Stahr.

It has Munchkins,
an Emerald City.

You really should read it.

(piano playing "Next Christmas")

* In all, 12 months
have gone by now *

* And all our prayers
came true *

* There's joy
upon the hearth... *

Cut it, cut it.

(music stops)

That was better.

Better. It's just, uh...

Still, it's still
missing something.

What's that, Monroe?

Joy.

Joy. The picture's
about kindness.

How it saves one man,
then one family,

then a whole neighborhood,
and maybe the world.

Pretend you're singing
to your kid,

or your little brother,
or the widow next door.

All right, let's try that.

(clears throat)

(piano playing "Next Christmas")

* In all, 12 months
have gone by now *

* And all our prayers
came true *

* There's joy
upon the hearth now *

* And it came from me and you *

* The carolers are singing *

* And this I know, my dear *

* Next Christmas *

* Is this Christmas *

* And this Christmas *

* Is here. *

Thank you.

It's going great, Pat.

Dell tells me you're on take 20.

That is art for art's sake.

Still wearing that watch, I see.

I have to know
what time it is, don't I?

Maybe you should give it to my
daughter so she'll know not to

stay out all night with that
German pervert you sold her on.

You are gonna get off my back
at some point, aren't you?

You need to understand
something: all this is mine.

You... are all mine.

And he who eats my bread
sings my song.

-What are you talking about?
-I am sick

of waiting for Mayer
to lure you away already!

(people cheering)

Hi! Happy birthday, Monroe!

(applause)

Uh, I...

I appreciate you not singing
"Happy Birthday."

I've always hated that song.

(laughter)

And, uh, I'm grateful.
I'm grateful.

-* For... *
-No, no.

* He's a jolly good fellow... *

STAHR:
Don't, don't.

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* For he's
a jolly good fellow *

* And so say all of us *

* And so say all of us,
and so say all of us *

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* For he's
a jolly good fellow... *

-Get lost.
-(singing stops)

You know what "Angels on the
Avenue" is about for me, Monroe?

Loyalty.

Yeah, Carter's down,
but Bell sticks with him.

Doesn't jump ship
just 'cause things

have gotten a little rocky.

He hangs in.

Like a friend.

That's what it's about
for me, too, Pat.

Good.

Did you put a new writer
on Sally Sweet?

Or were you too busy
pondering TheWizard of Oz?

I just hired one.

And you're gonna love her.

Then... here.

What is it?

Open it.

Happy birthday, son.

* *

(bell dings)

(sighs)

I always knew it would happen.

My favorite waitress
in the pictures.

-You shouldn't be here.
-It's the funniest thing.

The guard at gate six can be
bribed with a ham sandwich.

Say, uh, what do they pay
for voice-over work?

Is it good money?

Well, it hardly matters;
you're in the movies.

Bringing Minna Davis
back to life.

My, my.

So I guess this means
I won't be seeing you

at the restaurant anymore.

Shame.

That place had
a really fine turtle soup.

(whispers):
No.

No more restaurant.

MAN:
Good night, Mr. Szep.

I'm happy for you, Kathleen.
You always did belong on a lot.

Take care, now.

I'll see you real soon.

(car door closes, engine starts)

(car drives off)

* *