"Frances" Movie Play
Text / [United States] Eric Berggren, Christopher DeVore, Nicholas Kazan Translation
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Editor Foreword
See how a big Hollywood star lives in America.
The language of the script is smooth, the plot is successful, the story is complete, deliberate and profound, and it is intriguing. The clever handling at the end leaves a deep impression on the reader.
Prologue
The film is based on the real life of Frances Farmer.
Seattle.
Compared with the bustling metropolis of New York, the city of Seattle is obviously unremarkable. Perhaps because it is relatively secluded, the local people are conservative and well-behaved citizens. However, this year, in this city, a 16-year-old female middle school student bluntly expounded some of her views on God in the national essay competition for middle school students, which caused an uproar among the citizens who usually keep themselves safe. .
Farmer Residence, bedroom.
Next to the tree-lined avenue, stands a two-story building with white bricks and red tiles. In the yard is a mailbox with two words written on it - Farmer.
In a small bedroom, things are very messy, it seems that the owner has not developed an orderly living habit.
Frances—a tall, beautiful, intelligent girl—was sitting wearily bent over on the bed, scribbling attentively in her notebook.
Frances (voice-over): "...No one ever came up to me and said, 'You're such a fool, God doesn't exist, he's just something that someone put in your head. 'It's not murder, because I think God died because he was too old, so whenever I realize God doesn't exist anymore, I'm not in the least bit shocked by it.
' natural and normal. Perhaps, I think so because I myself have never been thoroughly moved by any religion.
"I love those stories about Jesus and the Christmas stars. They are beautiful, but I don't believe in them.
"Religion is a very vague thing, but God is not like it. He was a real thing, something I could feel. But I only feel this way at some point.
"At night, after I've showered and wiped my fingers, nails, and teeth, I lay down in a cool, clean sheet, and said to God, I'm clean now, I've never been so clean, and I'll be It can't be cleaner than it is now. This feeling of cleanliness is God. I didn't dare to say it was God at the time, I just felt that it was so cool and dark and clean. But this feeling is not religious.
"From Physically speaking, this feeling of God is even more so. However, it doesn't take long, even at night, for this feeling to pass away. The priest said: 'Father God can see everything, even the smallest sparrow can't escape his eyes when it falls to the ground. He was watching all his children all the time. ' I began to doubt the true meaning of what the priest said because it confused my mind even more.
"If God is the loving father of children, then what I feel clean is not God. So when I go to bed at night, I feel, 'I'm clean and I want to sleep.' I did not diminish this 'clean' pleasure when I went to sleep, but only to know that God did not come to my dreams..."
Living room.
At night, under the soft light, Lillian was sewing. She is a stubborn, strong face-loving woman. It was only due to the limitations of the environment and conditions that she silently did her current job as a nutritionist. To this end, she put all her energy on her daughter Frances, hoping to see from her future the ideal that she dreamed and never realized.
At this moment, Frances is lying on the couch, reading aloud the competition paper she has just written: "...sometimes I find it useful to remember God, especially when I have lost something precious Even more so when I was in the house. Once, I was looking around the house for the red hat with the blue lace embroidered on it. When I was exhausted and terrified, I..."
Frances' father, Ernest, came with a briefcase, looked at his attentive daughter lovingly, and said softly, "Good night, princess."
Frances stopped and smiled at her father: "Go on. See you at the weekend, Dad."
Ernest nodded, then turned to his wife: "Lillian, goodbye." Then he got dressed and walked towards the door.
Lippen nodded at him and watched him go out the door and resume her needlework.
Frances continued: "...I stood in the middle of the room, closed my eyes and said silently, 'God, please let me find that red hat with blue lace embroidered.' Under the circumstances, my approach can really work..."
Auditorium.
In the spacious and bright hall, there are no empty seats.
Above the rostrum, there is a banner that reads "1931 National Middle School Essay Competition".
On the podium, Frances was reading her paper: "...I am very satisfied with this until I begin to find out if God loves all his children justly. If God loves children justly, then Why does he interfere with my red hat? Why does he keep making some kids lose their fathers and mothers? I'm starting to see that he doesn't have much to do with people's lives, not hats, or even anything else. Whether he likes it or not, things still happen. But he stays in heaven and pretends not to see anything..." In the
auditorium, people listened intently to Frances' speech. They sat motionless and looked so serious and serious, as if they were in church.
Frances: "...I can't help but feel a little weird; why is God so incompetent?..."
People's facial expressions changed dramatically as Frances questioned God.
There was a commotion in the silent hall.
"It's so presumptuous!" a woman cursed softly.
Lillian frowned involuntarily, she turned her face slowly, and gave the woman a fierce look.
Frances: "...it seems like it's a waste of time to think that God exists, and I'm very proud that I discovered this truth on my own without anyone's help. At the same time, I'm wondering, There are still so many people who haven't discovered this truth. God doesn't exist, why haven't they seen it? I'm still wondering..." In the
audience, Lillian listened quietly to Fran Sith's speech.
On the podium, Frances read the paper in a leisurely manner.
Seeing her daughter's calm expression, Lillian breathed a sigh of relief.
Frances closed the paper, raised her head and slowly looked around the audience in front of her.
In the auditorium, like the ancient clay sculptures and woodcarvings just unearthed, people were as stiff as wooden chickens on their seats.
A suffocating silence filled the hall.
Lillian looked at the unresponsive people left and right, and suddenly realized something and clapped.
A happy smile appeared on Frances' face.
Lillian continued to applaud vigorously.
There was not very warm applause in the hall.
Lillian smiled proudly at her daughter.
Suddenly, Mrs. Hillier—the wife of Judge Hillier, who had a certain reputation in the area—stood up from her seat and shouted hysterically at Frances: "Go away! …"
Frances Si's face suddenly turned pale.
Mrs. Hillier continued: "...Go to your ghost, Frances Farmer!" In the
hall, the sparse applause suddenly disappeared, and people looked at each other.
Lillian looked at Mrs. Hillier who was cursing Frances incessantly, and tried her best to suppress her anger.
Those devout followers of God took the opportunity to cheer on Mrs. Hillier, and shouted:
"The heretics!"
"The blasphemers!"
"...!"
Judge Hillier got up quickly, and quietly pulled his angry wife by the hand.
A man looked at the commotion around him and said to himself in a panic, "Is this what we teach in our school?" He reached out and grabbed the hand of his son beside him, and hurriedly said, "Let's go, child, Don't listen anymore."
People became restless, and some timid people slipped out without knowing it.
Suddenly, there was a powerful applause in the hall, which suddenly attracted people's attention.
Lillian stood defiantly in front of her seat, clapping her hands to Frances on the podium.
Some audience members subconsciously clapped in agreement.
Mrs. Hillier looked at Lillian blankly.
Lillian applauded more and more vigorously.
To the applause, Frances left the podium with a smile...the
theater.
The venue was packed, and the audience was watching a documentary attentively.
The title of the movie appeared on the screen: The Great Depression Continues to Spread!
In the audience, Frances and her father, Ernest, are watching a movie.
There are scenes of workers fighting with the police in Seattle, Washington and other places on the screen.
Documentary narration: "As the unemployed and the queues for bread increased, violent clashes occurred across the country, and left-wing politicians became more powerful..."
Street speech scenes appeared on the screen...
Documentary narration: "...in Seattle , Rep. candidate Mattoni Kaminsky is stirring up the crowd..."
Kaminsky featured on the screen. Harry York, one of his campaign staff, stood close by his side.
Kaminsky's speech: "...is it too much to demand that the wealth of the country be returned to the people who built this country?"
Crowd: "No!"
Kaminsky looked at the infuriated audience and continued to incite: "Yes! Because those people are you...!"
Narrator of the documentary: "Judging from the reaction of the masses, the U.S. House of Representatives belongs to someone like Kaminsky..."
The crowd cheered on the screen...
The crowd shouted in unison: "We choose Kaminsky! We choose Kaminsky!" The
screen changes, and a subtitle appears: Seattle girl denies God to win the $100 prize.
Documentary narration: "Another Seattle news: A middle school junior wins a national contest for a $100 prize for an anti-God essay..."
The Seattle courthouse scene appears on the screen.
At the door of the court, a group of reporters gathered around Judge Hillier, who had just come out.
Judge Hillier: "This kind of thing is exactly what Seattle doesn't need. Although I don't know who is responsible for this right now, I think the idea that God is dead is very sinful..." The
audience , Frances began to fidget.
Judge Hillier: "...and a little girl who is at best a middle schooler could never have come up with such esoteric and subtle views. It is impossible! If this thesis is really some kind of anarchist or a demagogue I will never be shocked by it." The
screen changes to show Lillian talking to reporters...
Lillian: "You know, Frances is not fighting against God..."
Documentary narration : "Miss Frances Farmer made no comment, but her mother, Lillian Farmer - a well-known local buckwheat chef - took the initiative to stand up for her daughter."
Viewer At the table, Frances looked at the camera of her mother talking with the reporter intently, and couldn't help laughing.
Ernest turned to look at his happy daughter and smiled knowingly.
Frances embarrassedly rested her head on her father's shoulder.
On the screen, Lillian continued proudly: "...Unlike those dark countries in the East, the United States enjoys freedom of speech, and our family is no exception..."
Main Street. daytime.
Frances walked down the sidewalk in the direction of home. Not far ahead, three little girls are playing the game of "building a house". They were having such a good time, with childish "giggles" from time to time, and Frances walked up to them and smiled kindly at them as she watched the fiery spectacle of their playfulness. Then, she turned her head again and continued to walk forward.
In front of the union building across the street, several young men dressed as workers were watching Frances hurrying along.
Young man A greeted his friends as if he had discovered a new continent: "Hey, look at that girl in the news report."
Young man B seemed very indifferent: "What does this have to do with us?" There was
a silence.
Suddenly, one of the young men named Harry York ran after Frances, who was far away.
The guys were stunned for a while.
Young Man A loudly said, "Hey! Where are you going?"
Young Man B said anxiously, "Hello, York?"
Harry continued running towards Frances as if he hadn't heard their shouts at all.
The young man C said playfully, "Hey, I'm going after my lover!" The
young monk Ding Zhanger was puzzled: "What's going on?"
Young man C raised his voice and mocked York: "What do you think? Can you handle her?"
Harry continued to run without looking back.
Frances was terrified and hurried up the mountain road.
While chasing, Harry turned to Frances: "Hey, come here, I want to talk to you."
Frances ignored it at all, lowered her head and continued to ask.
Harry smiled. "Oh, your mother told you not to talk to strangers, did she?" He reached out and grabbed her arm.
Frances threw his hand away, and said angrily, "Don't touch me!"
Hassi froze for a moment, and quickly put away his smile, saying seriously and sincerely, "I won't hurt you. I just want to talk to you."
Frances turned her face and looked carefully at the uninvited guest in front of her . , for a moment, and said, "Okay then."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slowly said to her, "You know, you've caused a lot of trouble." When
Frances heard this, she was furious . , angrily: "I'm making trouble? You nasty bastard!" She paused, then continued: "Since I won that unlucky contest, you journalists have been like a pack of hounds. It haunts me and my family. I'm only sixteen! What do I think has anything to do with others?" After that, she turned around and continued to walk forward.
Harry looked at Frances, who was full of grievances, and said very calmly: "It has nothing to do with me, but it has a lot to do with some people."
Frances was provoked: "If you didn't have nothing to do in the newspaper Endless-."
Suddenly, Harry suddenly realized: "Wait a minute, dear, do you see me like a reporter who is always chasing you for news?"
Frances stopped and looked at his seriousness He couldn't help laughing "Puchi": "No. But you look more like a policeman."
Harry unbuttoned his shirt and let her look inside the pocket while jokingly: "Well, Your imagination is really good. If I was a police officer, I should have a gun with me, right? Did you see the gun?"
Frances didn't answer, just kept smiling.
Harry said very seriously: "Come on, come and search me, and search me up and down."
Frances finally stopped laughing and sighed helplessly: "Well, I believe Your words. But who the hell are you?"
Harry blurted out: "My name is Harry York and I work for Mattoni Kaminsky. He's running for the House of Representatives."
Frances suddenly woke up: "Yeah. Well , I saw you in the news documentary."
Harry nodded: "Well, not bad."
Frances said cheerfully: "You know, my father did something for Kaminsky."
A smile appeared on Harry's face: "Now you're talking with me. I know , you don't want your father to be in any trouble, do you?"
Frances alertly: "What do you mean by that?"
Harry bluntly: "It's the case, some newspapers have been trying to Call us leftists, you understand? They start calling you our friendly atheist neighbor again."
Frances hurriedly declared, "No, I'm not, it's all a newspaper—
" Yeah, yeah, I know that." Harry couldn't wait to interrupt her: "It's all atheism you're an atheist or my Kaminsky a red one. But," he raised his voice emphatically, "just as the newspapers used their views to explain our thoughts, they are now imposing their own views on yours. This is clearly the right thing to do. Your father is very disadvantaged."
Frances looked at his serious look and couldn't help but retorted: "I think this is not good for you and Kaminsky?"
Harry was stunned. He looked at the middle school girl in front of him who was dressed in ordinary clothes and didn't seem very restrained when he spoke, and couldn't help but sigh: "You sixteen-year-old girl is really smart."
Frances smiled, not without cunning . Land: "You're a man who is courteous to women. I think now you probably want me to tell you my phone number again?"
Harry was amused, and he shook his head and said repeatedly: "No, no, I Don't want to ask you that. But what I have to tell you is that if you can keep your mouth shut, then it will be good for all of us."
Frances heard his overtones , then agreed: "I'll give it a try, Mr. York."
Harry nodded with satisfaction: "My name is Harry."
Frances nodded like him: "Harry." The
two laughed in unison.
Harry touched the brim of his hat with his hand and said politely, "Okay then, bye."
Frances nodded, then turned and strode home.
Harry stood there, looked at her distant back, and said to himself: "Yeah, she doesn't look like a sixteen-year-old girl when she walks."
Theater, night.
In front of the brightly coloured theatre door is a huge poster that reads: Harry wanders alone in front of the poster for Uncle Wanya 's Spring 1934 show at the
Studio Theatre Drama Division. After a while, he turned around and walked decisively into the theater. The above picture is the background, and Harry's voice-over came out: "In the next few years, I kept in touch with her from time to time. Soon, I heard that she became an actress, so I also started watching dramas. In her mind There are three big things in it: the Soviet theater, Broadway, and I..." Inside the theater. There was thunderous applause. On the stage, Frances stood in a row with the actors and actresses, smiling and bowing to the audience. The warm applause lasted for a long time. Frances joined the cast and waved to the audience. In the audience, Ernest and Lillian reveled in joy. Together with the audience, they kept applauding the actor's successful performance and, more importantly, celebrating their daughter, Frances. HARRY (Voiceover): "...and then out of the blue she won the first prize for a trip to Moscow from a communist newspaper. She was overjoyed, because when she came back from the trip, she could Went to New York City. Your admiration for this girl will come naturally..." In the audience, Ernest was chatting with a neighbor in the audience, and he pointed at Fran on the stage. Sissy said, "She is my daughter." On the stage, Frances took a flower presented by a girl, held it high, and thanked the audience.
In the back row of the audience, Harry silently watched the delighted Frances on stage. He handed a bunch of flowers in his hand to the waitress at the theater and motioned her to go forward and offer flowers to Frances.
The waitress walked up to Frances and handed her the flowers.
Frances took the flower and held it happily to her breast.
Harry (voice-over): "She has endless courage, she smiles at you enough to make you feel like she's someone who can do anything..."
Riverside.
It was late at night, and there was no sound all around, as if all creatures had fallen asleep.
On the river, lighthouses flickered endlessly.
A car parked quietly by the river. Frances and Harry sat in the car, chatting with each other.
Harry: "Yeah, it's a gift for you, and you have to seize the moment and do something good."
Frances moved her body in the back seat and squatted high on the back of the front seat feet, half-jokingly, half-seriously: "If I really win this trip, my mother will kill me."
Harry couldn't help but startled.
"Because she hates the Russians," Frances explained, giggling uncontrollably.
Harry realized it, and laughed.
Frances took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke. She reached out and wiped off the tobacco sticking to her lips, and said very seriously: "Anyway, I really want to go, especially to New York. However, I just want to do this quietly."
Harry turned his head to look at Shen Jing Frances, who was in his reverie, said frankly: "But you are not the one doing quiet things, are you?"
Frances took a cigarette and said knowingly: "So you think I should go?"
Harry: "Yes, that's what I thought. You should act well, you know? You can make a lot of money acting."
Frances said nothing. She picked up the bottle and took a sip, thinking silently about Harry's words.
Seeing her hesitant look, Harry quietly took out a cardboard box, took out a pair of stockings, and said loudly, "Look, I'm giving you something for the cold night in the Soviet Union.
" Lancey couldn't help but smile when she saw it. She grabbed the stockings and fondled them fondly while saying happily, "Harry, stockings!"
Harry smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's still silk."
Frances said in surprise, "Harry York, Where did you get these stockings?"
Harry blinked, pretending to be mysterious: "I have a friend..."
Seeing this, Frances couldn't help but "giggled" and laughed: "Yeah, I believe it." As she said that, her body sank, and she took the silk and put it on her feet.
Harry was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
Frances put on stockings on her feet, while playing naughty: "Why? What do you think? I'm going to try it on."
Harry beat his head helplessly.
Frances: "I've never worn stockings."
Harry was moved, and he couldn't help but reach out and stroke her legs, which were more shapely and elastic after wearing stockings: "There's a seam in these stockings..."
Frances tilted her head: "I know..."
Harry: "On the back." He put his arms around her shoulders, slowly put his mouth on her lips, and kissed her passionately. .
There were bursts of sweet laughter from the quiet riverside.
Farmer Residence, kitchen.
Frances stood in the corner of the kitchen, fiddling with an apple in her hand, staring at Lillian who was busy. You could tell from her unsmiling face that she was feeling very bad at this moment.
Finally, Lillian turned around. Looking at the stubborn daughter in front of her, she couldn't help but get annoyed: "My daughter is just not allowed to go to Communist Russia!"
Frances was extremely disappointed, and in a tone of almost pleading: "Mom, this is just a trip ."
Lillian stood up and mocked: "Traveling? Mothers don't know until the end?"
Frances was very aggrieved: "I, I'm not coming back..."
Suddenly, Lillian's face sank After coming down, he said, "I want you to listen to me and listen carefully."
Frances closed her mouth wisely.
Lillian: "Don't you understand that the red elements in the press are using you."
Frances couldn't help laughing and crying: "Oh, Mom, they're not using me."
Frances tried her best to defend herself: "I God, this is my ticket to leave Xihuaitu, I'm going on a trip, an eye-opener. I mean, I want to see the Moscow Art Theater!"
Lillian was so angry that she didn't know what to do, looking dryly at her daughter .
Frances continued: "Why do you not understand me so much?! Besides, this is a way for me to go to New York."
Lillian couldn't bear it any longer, and she said hoarsely: "I can take you to New York. , I can do it! I have a job and I can save enough money!"
Frances looked at her stubborn mother and couldn't help but get angry: "Mom, I don't need your money! I have enough money myself. My God, I have three jobs."
Lillian was dumbfounded.
Frances said excitedly: "Can't you see that I have my own opinion? You know, I inherited your character, and I only do what I think is right, and let everyone else go to hell."
Lillian His daughter's face turned red for a while, but she still didn't mean to give in. She roared sharply: "My daughter, you'd better make it clear, I have to take care of this matter!"
Frances tried her best to calm down her mood, and said without hesitation, "You take care of this matter. No, Mom, this is my destiny."
Lillian became even more annoyed when she heard this: "Frances, people in positions of importance are very concerned about this!"
Frances sneered: "I don't care. !"
Lillian warned, "Lawyer Hillier and his friends!"
Frances stubbornly said, "I don't care!" After that, she walked out of the kitchen without looking back, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Lillian was still chattering: "You have to care!"
However, it was Frances's footsteps that answered her.
Residential porch.
Frances walked out of the door, sat down on the wooden railing of the porch, took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and started smoking.
Looking at his worried daughter, Ernest slowly walked to her side and sat down, watching her with concern.
Frances took a deep breath of the cigarette and blew it out again, staring at the rising smoke, and asked, "What should I do?"
Ernest tentatively said, "You really Do you want to go?"
Frances said without hesitation: "Of course."
Ernest: "Do you think it's worth it?"
Frances wiped the tobacco from her lips with her fingers: "If not If you don't, I won't ask you."
Ernest looked at his troubled daughter lovingly, and said calmly, "Then, I think you should go."
Seattle bus station.
In a large station wagon, Frances sat peacefully, looking at her parents outside through the glass windows.
In the crowd who came to see them off, Lillian and Ernest looked at their daughter motionless.
The station wagon started.
Frances waved goodbye to her parents.
Ernest nodded silently.
Lillian's heart was sour, and her eyes became blurred.
The station wagon drove Frances forward.
HARRY (Voiceover): "Just like that, for the first time in her life, Frances rebelled against her mother and made the news again, making Seattle all over the place. Now she's got a lot more on her head than an atheist. A left-leaning sympathizer hat. Still, I think she had a good time in the Soviet Union. However, when she got to New York, things didn't go as smoothly as she had imagined. Finally , she went to a movie studio as a contract actor. That is to say, she went to Hollywood and started her artistic career, but what she did there was never to those people's tastes."
Hollywood, Paramount Pictures.
The gate of the world-famous Paramount Pictures Studio stands as impressively in the heart of Hollywood as it holds an extraordinary place in people's minds. A wide road mysteriously stretches forward, luring groups of young men and women who come here to enter its gate, and send them to the future full of romance and bizarre... In the
studio, a group of busy people. Halo image. People kept moving sets and props back and forth in preparation for the upcoming film.
Frances, wearing a snow-white dress, sat on the floor in front of a black curtain dotted with large white flowers, talking to an advertising agent.
Advertiser: "Now, your ambition has come true."
Frances disapproved: "No, not yet."
Advertiser doubtfully: "Oh?"
Frances smiled slightly: "I mean, In my eyes, Hollywood is just a springboard. My real wish is to go to Broadway." The
advertiser looked at her vaguely and wanted to continue asking, but the photographer interrupted him.
The photographer turned to Frances: "Are you ready?"
Frances: "Yes." The
photographer turned to the crowd: "Okay, ready to shoot her thigh art."
Frances was taken aback: " What thigh art?"
Photographer: "Thigh art, swimsuit, miss."
Frances was reluctant: "No, no. I don't shoot swimsuit shots."
Photographer: "No, you want to shoot."
Frances was amused: "No, listen, I It doesn't look good in a swimsuit. To be honest, I'm not that kind of coquettish girl. Besides, what does this have to do with acting?"
Frances's words caught the attention of a potbellied gentleman next to her. Just as he was walking forward, a man named Claire rushed up to meet him.
Claire: "Hello, Mr. Babe."
Babe nodded, still looking at Frances: "Who is she?"
Claire: "Frances Farmer, contract actor, six probationary period Moon."
Babe didn't speak, but his brows were still furrowed, apparently attracted to the new actress.
Photographer: "Turn your left shoulder over."
Frances: "This dress is driving me crazy."
Babe couldn't help but: "Good girl."
Photographer: "Look at your thigh, Okay, don't move."
Like a puppet, Frances occasionally poses with charismatic gestures for the photographer to capture.
Screening room.
There were only two people in the seats. They are watching dailies.
A handsome man with the appearance of a samurai appeared on the screen, talking affectionately with a young and beautiful woman.
The two audience members began to talk.
A: "Hello, who is that girl?"
B: "Frances Farmer, a contract actress."
A: "She's doing a good job."
B: "Yes." Beside the
screening room door, a girl secretly He pursed his lips and smiled. She is Frances Farmer.
Inside the studio.
Intense lights illuminate the studio as if it were daylight. The staff is arranging the scene.
Frances walked in in a hurry, saw the female makeup artist at a glance, and walked straight to her.
Frances pointed to the clothes she was wearing and said seriously: "I think my clothes should be more wrinkled. I mean in the movie I was hiding in the car and sleeping on the floor. But this dress is So neat." The
female makeup artist said blankly: "This is the dress we made for you, Miss Farmer."
Frances repeated: "Oh, I know that, I know. But I always think I can Be more realistic." The
female makeup artist reluctantly looked at her clothes and hesitated: "That's it. No one will pay attention."
Frances was anxious, and she said loudly: "No, I've noticed." The
female makeup artist was about to say something when she suddenly found that Mr. Babe was watching their conversation, so she quickly greeted: "Oh, Mr. Babe, good morning."
Mr. Babe didn't answer, but To Frances: "Follow me, Franny."
Frances protested as she followed behind him and walked outside: "My name is Frances. You know, I'm not a bookworm. Recipe."
Mr. Babe calmly said, "We have to change that name for you, you understand?"
Outside the studio.
Frances followed Mr. Babe along the road leading to the gate.
Mr. Babe glanced at Frances who bowed his head and said meaningfully: "I'm going to make a lot of money from you. Since I signed a seven-year contract with you, I have to think about things in the long run. I'm going to lease you to Sam Goldwyn, who's about to make a movie called "Come and Get It."
Frances was very pleasantly surprised: "It's a great novel, it It could be quite..." Before she could finish her sentence, Mr. Babe interjected,
"Never mind that. I'm just paying attention to you, especially your attitude."
Frances was silent. Like a lost child, she stared at Mr. Babe's chubby face, which always seemed confident, and couldn't figure out the purpose of his conversation with her today.
Mr. Babe took two steps forward, stopped again, and turned to Frances Nunu, motioning her to look forward.
At the end of the road is a heavy iron gate. Through the thick iron fence on the door, you can clearly see a large crowd of people outside. They angrily beat the closed door with their hands, chanting "We want to work!" in unison from time to time.
Mr. Babe lowered his voice and said enticingly: "Society is divided, Miss Farmer, and people have to tighten their belts and do their jobs. You don't know, I feel like I'm the Henry Ford of filmmaking."
Frances nodded silently.
Mr. Babe looked around the buildings and continued: "This is my studio, and I can't tolerate one person arguing with another who decides the plan."
Frances suddenly understood come over. She blushed and tried her best to justify: "But, I pay attention to everything, Mr. Babe." Mr.
Babe shook his head, still slowly: "No, I'm the one who cares about everything. A person who cares a lot."
Frances was unconvinced: "But it's me who appears on the screen."
Mr. Babe calmly said, "That's right." He emphasized word by word: "You It's an actress, Miss Farmer, and your job is to act."
Frances was dumbfounded. She looked at the serious-looking Mr. Babe at a loss, and suddenly noticed a sly look in his small eyes, which quickly disappeared.
Mr. Babe took Frances' hand and kissed it gently: "Baby." Then, he turned around and strode away.
Frances looked at his fast swinging short legs and fat body, and was so surprised that she didn't say a word for a long time.
Seattle Theater.
The neon lights with the words "Paramount" shone in bizarre colors in the night sky of the theater. The giant billboard above the main entrance of the theater was posted with the movie poster of "Come and Get It". "Welcome back Frances."
Harry (voice-over): "And just like that, Frances went against her will and became a movie star. They had a huge premiere in her hometown. Local bigwigs were thriving. Welcome her back, and yet, it's these stupid guys who threw her out here two years ago. I guess that's how things are going. I think Frances thinks so too. How much I If you want to see her again, just say a few words. Luckily, I finally squeezed through the well-dressed crowd."
Street.
A sedan carrying Lillian, Ernest, and Frances' husband, Dick, was heading for the theater. The journalists in the same car are seizing the opportunity to conduct interviews.
Lillian looked fresh and answered the reporter's question: "I think I'm really proud, it's no secret. I think Frances learned something from me." Actor's wishes, do you know?"
Dick, who was sitting between Lillian and Ernest, said in disbelief, "You are not lying , are you?" Lillian smiled smugly
: "Yeah..." She side Looking at Dick with his arms around her and Ernest's shoulders, he continued contentedly: "Frances is back, she not only became a star, but also brought me back such a silly little son-in-law. "The
crowd laughed together.
The reporter asked Earnest again: "Mr. Farmer, what did you think when Frances told you about her marriage to Dick?"
Earnest: "Of course I'm happy, Richard. Gotta…"
Dick corrected with a smile: "Dwyth. Dwyane Steele."
Ernast said apologetically, "Yes, yes. Dwyane is a true gentleman."
Dick looked at The husband-in-law and mother-in-law on the left and right said sweetly, "In my opinion, you and I have known each other a few years ago."
When Lillian heard this, she couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Oh, you said it like a fairy tale." The
reporter hurriedly pressed the camera and took the happy scene.
The entrance of the theater.
The sidewalks were crowded and lively. The people who came here craned their necks and looked ahead, eagerly waiting for Frances to arrive.
The sound of a car's engine could be heard in the distance, and the crowd that had been waiting for a long time boiled up like hot water in a pot.
The limousine struggled through the crowd and stopped at the entrance of the theater, where the crowd burst into applause.
The car door opened, and the reporter and Dick got out of the car one after another. Then, they helped Lillian and Ernast onto the sidewalk.
An excited voice rang in people's ears: "Now, Frances's parents, Ernest Farmer and his wife, have come to us, accompanied by Frances' handsome husband Dewey. Mr. En Steele..."
Another car came to a stop. A reporter took a step forward and opened the car door, and Frances walked down with a smile.
The excited voice, almost frantically, reported to the people: "Now here she is, here comes the girl from "Come and Get It," here comes Miss Frances Farmer herself..." The
crowd began to confuse, cheering , shouting one after another, resounding through the Seattle night sky.
Fusisi happily raised her hand and waved to the enthusiastic people. At some point, Dick came to her side, took her arm gently, and accompanied her and the producer who came with him into the hall.
The reporters swarmed up and followed Frances closely, asking her questions incessantly.
"How do you feel when you're back in Seattle, Frances?"
"How's the movie, Frances?" The
theater lobby.
The grand hall is covered with a large red carpet, and the giant chandelier emits a soft and comfortable light. Local celebrities and their wives in evening gowns are waiting for their distinguished guests.
Frances walked into the hall surrounded by the crowd.
There was a welcome applause in the hall.
Frances asked the crowd to smile, and Dick waved vigorously at them.
Judge Hillier and his wife hurried forward to meet them.
Frances stopped.
Mrs. Hillier kissed Frances on the cheek, excitedly and passionately: "Oh, Miss Farmer, I don't know what to say. How proud I am to see you!" She paused, handing over the gift tied with a red silk ribbon, and said very solemnly: "I represent the 'Seattle Women's Club', a symbol of our incomparable admiration for you..."
Suddenly, Frances hit Cut off her words: "Please forgive me."
Mrs. Hillier was startled and puzzled: "What?"
Frances pretended to be affectionate: "Have we met before?"
Mrs. Hillier looked blankly Looking at her: "No, no."
Frances looked at her suspicious eyes with a smile, and asked deliberately, "Aren't you the one who cursed me and told me to go to hell?
" Mrs. Lear seemed to have been stung by a scorpion, but she still tried her best to cover it up: "No, no. You must have mistaken someone."
Frances snapped back her smile and said with disgust, "Nonsense!
" Mrs. Lear couldn't help but look angry and was about to attack. However, Judge Hillier, who was older than the accident, took a step forward and politely said to Frances: "What did you say?"
Frances looked at the cynical Mr. Judge in front of her and said bluntly: " I am the girl who wrote the thesis, and the girl who went to the Soviet Union. You must be very unhappy when you see me."
There was an uproar in the hall. People looked curiously at the embarrassed Judge Hillier and his wife. Some reporters, who were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, seized the opportunity and quickly recorded the news.
Mrs Hillier couldn't bear it any longer. Angrily, she shoved the red silk-laced gift into Frances's hand, and turned away angrily.
Frances watched her leaving with a smug smile on her face.
The entrance of the theater.
Parked with all kinds of cars. People are watching the film "Come and Get It" starring Frances in the theater.
Harry came to the door alone.
Inside the theater.
Frances pushed open the door and walked quickly outside along the corridor.
beach.
The sea in the night is solemn, mysterious and unfathomable. The surging waves slammed against the shore one after another, making bursts of roars.
Frances wandered alone on the beach. Her steps are so slow and heavy, as if she is pouring out her inner words to the sea.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice: "What are you doing here?"
"Harry!" she blurted out.
Harry magically appeared in front of her.
Frances was pleasantly surprised: "What are you doing back in Seattle, York?"
Harry blinked, slyly: "You've really screwed people up here to see your grand premiere in person.
Frances sighed. "They're all hypocrites." Then she asked, "Have you seen my mother?" Harry
nodded.
Frances: "You must feel like it's all about her." She paused, then asked, "Have you seen Dick?"
Harry: "Yes." The
two of them Sit down on the beach. Harry pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and took one out of it. Harry said, "It's one thing for you to sleep with a man, but why would you marry him?"
Frances took a cigarette from Harry's cigarette case: "Yeah, the studio won't let me marry. , but I'm still married."
Harry asked Frances' cigarette, "That's why you're getting married?"
Frances took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then spit it out again: "Who would have guessed that they were right this time." She habitually reached out and wiped the cut tobacco from her lips, and continued: " You know, it's not a great movie. I'm not proud of it. I just do what they told me to do. That's what they allowed me to do." Harry
: "Yeah."
Lanceis sneered: "But now all my friends are telling me how much they liked the movie. And..."
Harry comforted her when he saw that she was unhappy. : "Maybe they are telling the truth, after all, there are very few people who tell lies."
Frances' face showed a suspicious look.
Harry persuaded with kind words: "You know, you are a movie star now. If you can meet their demands, you will get everything."
Frances shook her head weakly and smiled bitterly: "Harry, I can't meet it. I can't meet their demands."
Harry couldn't help but wonder. He opened his eyes wide and stared motionless at Frances who was in pain, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Frances took a long breath and said to herself, "How can I make a movie with peace of mind when people are freezing and starving?"
Harry shook his head helplessly and put his arm around her shoulders , retorted: "Then what are you going to do? Join the Salvation Army? I said, you should forget it. Instead of this, it's better to make good use of your own talents to do something."
See you Frances He seemed to be teaching people a lesson, and he couldn't help laughing.
Harry is still stubborn: "It's all things you can do."
Frances nodded: "Yes, as long as I don't be a big fool myself." After that, she turned her face and smiled at Harry made a grimace.
Harry grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go back. I'll take you back to the red carpet in my old car, what do you think?"
Frances shook her head vigorously, trying to break free from his grip: "No, no, York, I don't want to go back."
Harry: "Let's go, let's go." She pulled up.
The two walked side by side to the parking spot. Suddenly, Frances threw off the leather shoes on her feet and screamed: "York, I have a better idea."
Harry stopped and looked at the excited Fran inexplicably. Miansi, looking forward to her continuing.
Frances quickly took off her coat, threw it on the ground, and ran to the beach.
Harry suddenly understood. He hurriedly ran after her and kept saying, "I can't swim, you know that, come back soon." As
Frances continued running, she jokingly said, "Come and take it. "Come on, Harry."
Harry rushed up and grabbed Frances.
Frances smiled and struggled.
The two fell on the beach.
nightclub.
The feasting nightclub was full of people. On the stage, a young singer plays a guitar and sings popular songs. With the fast-paced music, the couple danced with great interest.
Sitting around the Frances family. They drank happily and chatted happily.
Lillian: "...Hollywood, I love that place. I can't believe I met Jack Oakey today. He's much more handsome than he is on screen. This guy, he told me What..."
Ernathot looked at his wife's complacent look, and mocked: "Oh, for God's sake, Lillian."
Lillian glared at him and said louder: "For God's sake, Come on, that's what happened!" After saying that, she tilted her head and laughed "giggling".
Lillian finally stopped laughing and said to Dick beside him, "He never jokes..."
Dick accompanied the smiling face and looked at the couples dancing happily on the dance floor. He couldn't help but turn to Frances: "Let's go over there to play, how about it?"
Frances shook her head, absent-mindedly: "No, no. I'm so tired, Dick."
Dick: "Come on, come on, just dance around, honey, come on."
Frances still shook her head: "I have to go. I have to go. I have something to do when I wake up early tomorrow morning."
Dick was disappointed, so he turned to Lillian: "How about I ask you to dance, Lil?"
Lillian shook her head and happily agreed: "I warn you, I won't spare you in the ballroom. People."
Dick helped her stand up from the seat, and said nonchalantly, "That's okay, I have Scud." The
two of them walked to the dance floor while talking and laughing.
Ernast looked at their backs, and then looked at Frances sitting alone in the chair, and couldn't help sighing: "You know, I don't think we came at the right time."
Frances turned around Looking at his father's sad face, he pretended to be relaxed: "No, it's nothing, Dad."
Ernest moved closer to her and asked, "Richard... No, Dwayne—"
Frances smiled and reminded: "Dick."
Ernest nodded: "Yes, Dick. He seems to always have time to accompany us around."
Frances tilted her head and smiled as he listened to his discussion with her husband.
"How's his career?"
"It's not what he expected."
"Maybe it will get better in the future, won't it?"
"Dad," Frances asked suddenly, "don't you ever get angry ? Is it?"
Ernest couldn't help but startled: "What do you mean?"
Frances looked at Lillian, who was dancing on the dance floor, and said softly, "Like mother, I mean, don't you ever Didn't you think about dragging her over and punching her in the jaw?"
Ernest couldn't help but laugh.
Frances was incredulous: "I haven't?"
Ernest looked at her daughter with an embarrassed expression: "I tried once."
Frances said in disbelief, "Really?"
Ernest Nodding: "Really. In exchange for her endless tears, hysterical abuse and cursing." He paused, watching his daughter listen carefully, and said meaningfully, "However, I still hope Can find a more decent way to do things."
Frances did not speak. She began to think about the meaning of her father's words in her heart.
Farmer Residence.
"We're home," Lillian turned on the lights and greeted her husband, daughter, and son-in-law who followed her into the house. "Home, home..."
Before she could finish speaking, the phone in the reception room rang. As Frances walked towards the bedroom, she told her husband, "Dick, if it's my call, please tell them I'm not here. You can say anything, just tell them I've gone to Berlin, Haiti, or something. Anywhere."
Lillian looked at her daughter's back, surprised: "Where is she going?"
Dick: "She's tired." After saying that, he went into the reception room to answer the phone.
bedroom.
In the dim light, Frances sat in front of the dresser, took off her socks and threw them on the ground. Then, she looked into the mirror and looked at her face carefully.
Dick walked behind her and looked at Frances in the mirror: "It's your agent's call. He said the summer drama program has been negotiated."
Frances began to loosen her hair.
Dick hesitated: "So you're planning to go back to the east?"
Frances hesitated for a while, then said in a consultative tone, "Dick, I think we should be separated for a while."
Dick suddenly became displeased: "Yeah, but I'm not exactly a fool." He paused, seeing that Frances was still playing with her hair intently, and his tone became stiff: "I know you I'm starting to hate me, but I try my best to change it every time. But what about you? You turn your back on me and you just..."
Frances interrupted him The words: "Dick, don't you know that I can't breathe here?"
Unexpectedly, Dick suddenly became angry, he blushed, and said to her very roughly: "Dwayne! I am now My name is Dwayne! You call me Dwayne!"
Frances closed her eyes in pain, her body shaking involuntarily.
Dick went on angrily. "Have you ever thought about—maybe I want to get out of here too, and go to the East, to do summer plays, to act? No, you didn't!" He waved his hand vigorously in the air. , to vent his full resentment: "You never thought about it that way, it's all because you don't want me to follow you. Yes, you don't want me to follow you! However, the real reason you insist on doing it is the same as The summer drama program has nothing to do with it." He paused, looked at Frances who was silent, and said word by word, "It's all because of that night, isn't it?"
Frances Startled: "Which night?"
Dick sneered: "The night of the premiere." He brooded: "I never forced you to talk about that night. But now, you must be in front of me. Make it clear to me here: where did you go that night? What did you do."
Frances suddenly realized what he was referring to, but she was not in the least bit frightened by it. On the contrary, she felt that it was time for them to end their relationship, so she said quite calmly: "What do you want to do? Want to know their names?"
Such a bold answer from Frances made Dick greatly be surprised. He stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.
The two were in a stalemate face to face, and the air in the room was so tense that it was about to explode.
"You," Dick growled suddenly, "you bitch!"
Frances couldn't stand his insult any longer, and said angrily: "Don't you think it's too much?"
Dick: "What do you mean? What do you mean? You didn't do it yourself. ?"
"You bastard," Frances scolded him harshly.
"You shameless bitch! You shameless bitch! Bitch!" Dick yelled incessantly. "You ruined everything for us!" He jumped in front of her suddenly, grabbed the photo frame on the dresser, and smashed it at her.
The frame smashed to pieces on the chair.
Frances held her head tightly with her hands, tears of pain silently streaming down her face.
Dick continued to swear as he frantically slammed the things in the room.
In the blink of an eye, the entire room felt as if it had been looted.
theater.
On the billboard was a poster that read: "The Lost Woods," Summer 1937 at the
Mount Kisco Theater , starring: "Come and Get It," actress Frances Farmer in the theater. The curtain slowly descended, and there was a burst of warm applause in the arena. powder room. A cordial discussion is going on. Harold Kellerman, head of the troupe, said impassionedly: "Our program is not only to entertain the audience, but also to enlighten the audience, challenge them, and survive to change their lives. We want to change the way people understand life. , change their sense of responsibility." Frances nodded frequently while smoking a cigarette: "I understand." Kellerman continued: "If we want to change society and make the world a good place, we must Change the people first!" Frances reached out and wiped off the cut tobacco from the corner of her mouth, listening earnestly.
However, the screenwriter Clifford Odets seemed to sense something from her calm expression, and reminded Kellerman: "She understands all this." Kleinman said, " Huh
?" Holding
the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand: "She understands, Harold."
Kellerman suddenly realized: "Oh."
Frances smiled: "You don't have to promote the Group Theater to me, Mr. Kellerman. Kellerman said apologetically: "
Excuse my spoiling, it seems that we are always looking for the wrong propaganda target. But the key to what we want to explain is about the wonderful play written by Mr. Odets. Although we have already found Most of the cast, but we still haven't found a heroine."
Frances couldn't help but be interested: "What role?"
Odets: "Lorna Moon. She's a homeless beggar from Newark.
Kellerman expectantly: "I think you are the most suitable for her." Frances
smiled and turned to Odets: "What do you think, Mr. Odets?"
Odets calmly said: " I think you are beautiful, Miss Farmer. Harold is sure that your movie star background will attract a large audience, and of course I am very hopeful that the play will be a great success."
Frances listened to his equivocal remarks. Frankly: "But you don't think I can play this role?"
Odets calmly said: "Miss Farmer, for me, it's not just a play, it's an attack, A form of fighting for and winning understanding. I think we are in an age where new works of art have to be shot as bullets, and you're the ammunition that's quite attractive."
Frances was totally captivated: "You What is the repertoire to fight for, to attack?"
Odets said slowly but forcefully: "The Golden Boy."
Velasco Theater, New York.
On the street, cars are coming and going, and people are bustling.
A poster "The Golden Boy" is posted at the entrance of the theater.
Backstage side door.
The rehearsal has just ended, and the actors are getting dressed and ready to go home.
Frances walked up to Kellerman who was saying goodbye to everyone: "Harold."
Kellerman: "Everyone have a good night's rest." Then she asked: "What's the matter, dear?"
Frances: " I want to discuss that dialogue with you."
Kleiman: "Which dialogue?"
Frances: "The one in the second act."
Klein disapproved: "Don't worry.
" Say it and walk outside.
At the side gate facing the street, a homeless woman is begging from pedestrians. Not far away, Odets was sitting on the steps, staring motionless at the homeless woman.
Frances and Kellerman came out.
Kellerman: "We'll study it, don't worry." When he saw Odets, he greeted, "Clifford, don't let her do it too late."
Frances turned to Odets While walking, she said to Kellerman: "See you later." The
homeless girl pulled the pedestrian's clothes: "Please give me a little, anything is fine."
Frances walked to Odets and looked at his blank expression. With a concerned expression, "what's the matter?"
Odets didn't answer.
Frances sat down beside him and continued: "Why did you leave in the middle of the rehearsal, Clifford?"
Odets' eyes still stayed on the homeless girl who was begging not far away: "Look at that Girl."
Frances followed, looking forward.
The homeless girl begged the pedestrian: "I want to support my family. Give me some. My mother is going to have an operation soon..."
Odets: "What did you see?"
Frances puzzled: "I What did you see ?"
Odets repeated: "Look at her, do you see anything?"
Frances was still puzzled: "What are you talking about?"
Odets stubbornly asked: "Did you see anything?"
A pedestrian rudely pushed the homeless woman away: "Go away!"
Frances couldn't help but blurt out: "Despair."
Odets looked at the poor homeless Woman: "Whose sweater is she wearing?"
Frances: "She picked it up." The
homeless woman raised her voice and said miserably: "My father is unemployed..."
Odets: "No, That's her brother's clothes, she's wearing too big." Then he asked, "What about her shoes? New or old?"
Frances: "Old."
Odets shook his head: "No. The shoes are the slippers used in the bedroom."
Frances couldn't help but scrutinize it carefully.
Odets was disappointed: "Look, you pass by her every day, but you never notice her."
Frances couldn't help but ponder.
Odets: "If you want to be an artist, if you want to be a real actor, you have to see something that other people don't see. You can show them what you see so they can too Seeing them, they take them to heart. They can feel these things through you, with you. I don't want to force myself to sit in the theater and watch your desperate performances over and over again, I hope you It can become hopeless in itself. There's a big difference between the two. If you can't do that, then my play is dead."
Bar, Night.
Frances and Odets sat at the counter, sipping their drinks and continuing to discuss.
Odets: "Actually, it's a very simple thing: you have to forget about your private life, forget about your problems, your mother, your lover, forget about this and that, forget about making money, forget about reason, forget about Have children, forget everything, give yourself to it. Only then can art be true art. Frances, you have to give your whole heart to art. You are not a pretty on stage for people to admire and admire Baby. Thank god we're not Hollywood."
Frances's heart was touched. She looked at Odets' serious and serious look and smiled embarrassedly.
Odets' expression relaxed. He changed the subject and said warmly, "Do you want another drink?"
Frances nodded: "Yes."
Odets' residence, Ye.
Odets went to the table, picked up a framed picture of a woman, and said to Frances: "Sometimes, I can feel it. But my wife, who is known as a great actor, She, but never felt that way.” He put down the photo, took a sip of wine, and continued: “I don’t just want to entertain people. What I want is to change their lives. Woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly realized that everything they were doing was wrong."
Frances listened quietly to him while drinking.
Odets walked up to her, looked her in the eyes, and said to her heart: "You know, I've never made a living in theaters. Hollywood is where I make money, but it's also where I turn my stomach. I'm now That’s what I’m in.” He sighed and said sincerely: “Sometimes, I think maybe my life would be better than I am now if there were no movie scripts in the world to write. If that was the case, I would You can get out of this big tent and beg your grandpa to tell your grandma to find a job, you can set up a small tent in the desolate field. And that's exactly what you have to do. My whole life It's impossible to do that, Frances, but it's possible for you because you have the heart of an explorer. I wish I could tell you how to be smart, but I can't to, because it has to come from you, from your beliefs, from your temperament."
Backstage at the theatre.
All the staff of the group theater unanimously passed a resolution to transfer one thousand dollars to the Spanish consul to express their support for the cause of the just struggle of the people of the country.
Kellerman spoke first on behalf of everyone: "...We still have to donate as much as possible. As an artist, he should be a soldier first..."
The people present unanimously said: "Yes, yes."
Pointing to Frances, Kellerman introduced to the consul: "Now, Miss Frances Farmer, our leading actress here, will hand over to you our ammunition—a check on our behalf.
" applaud.
Frances stood up and said excitedly, "I am delighted to hand over a check worth one thousand dollars to you on behalf of our group theater to support your loyal cause."
In the warm applause, Frances solemnly handed the check to the Spanish consul.
Paramount, Babe's Office.
On the spacious desk sits a Hollywood magazine that prominently features a press photo of Frances' grant to the Spanish consul, next to a bold line: Actress fights fascism.
Babe sat in a chair and let the female makeup artist Tora fix his hair while listening to the lawyer reporting to him on Frances' recent situation.
Lawyer: "She won't come back from New York. In addition to her political activities, she has a lawyer now. She wants to terminate the contract, Mr. Babe. She said that she and the movie are over, and she's cut off."
Babe's face turned gloomy down. He picked up the pen and added a beard to Frances' face in exasperation. "It wasn't me," he said to himself, "I'm sure it wasn't me." The
lawyer said incomprehensibly, "Excuse me, sir."
Babe threw the pen on the table sharply. Angrily: "I don't know who she is hanging out with right now, but I believe it's definitely not my fault." The
lawyer immediately ordered and said, "We can completely get rid of her and teach her a lesson. There is something here. Pretty girl not interested in politics."
Babe shook her head, sinisterly: "That's not the point." He sighed and tapped his hand on the table, "France Farmer is in this studio. Become famous, and now she feels like she can waltz out of here with ease, without even saying a word of thanks. I think it's time to open the skylight and say something bright." He turned his body back. Leaning up, Tora quickly handed him the telephone receiver.
Babe took the phone: "Get me some reporters, especially Laura Parsons."
Velasco Theater, New York.
Frances walked out of the backstage side door, and a group of admirers swarmed up and surrounded her, scrambling to hand her the notebook in their hands.
Frances happily signed their autographs one by one.
Frances was about to leave when a young man with glasses stopped her.
Young man: "I'm sorry, Miss Farmer, I've done this before, but I want to tell you--you're amazing." Frances
smiled at him friendly: "Thank you."
go before.
The young man seemed to be regretful: "The show is over, I feel really bad. What do you think I will do on Tuesday night?"
Frances smiled and joked: "Then why don't you go to London to watch our show? What?" The
young man: "Yes, as long as you are there." He looked at Frances and said solemnly, "Are you there?"
Frances raised her head: "Of course it is in Luo. I will never Will miss a good opportunity for this kind of performance."
Young man: "That's great. But I'm going to Hollywood soon."
Frances concerned: "Are you an actor?"
Young man: "Yes. Although I I'm still in school now, but I'm going to California after graduation."
Frances: "You really want to be an actor?"
Young man: "Yes."
Frances warned: "Then don't go to Hollywood. "The
young man was startled: "Why?"
Frances: "Because it will destroy you." The
young man: "It sounds like you hate it."
Frances: "No, I just I don’t really want to go back.”
Young man: “Then you will break the hearts of many people.”
Francescha smiled slightly: "But they will return to their original state."
Qiandi, the young man turned around: "What about your husband?"
The smile on Frances' face disappeared suddenly. She stopped her steps and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?" The
young man ignored her question and provocatively said, "Are you guys ready to get back together? When you left Hollywood, you...you know what I mean. Is it?"
Frances immediately realized that the visitor was really bad, and she said angrily: "What the hell are you doing?" The
young man smiled slyly, and said very viciously: "Are you really going to divorce? Comrade?
" Lanxisi couldn't help but burst into anger: "You little bastard!" The
young man quickly ran away when he saw something bad.
On the dark street, Frances stood alone, unable to leave for a long time...
Oditz's residence, night.
Under the dim light, Frances was lying in bed reading a newspaper.
One newspaper reads: Is Hollywood
Frances Farmer spoiled?
Another newspaper read: Frances Farmer will not be returning to Hollywood.
Frances angrily threw the newspaper on the ground: "Nonsense! If I keep silent, I'm going to go crazy." She turned to Odets in the next room and shouted: "Clifford, they want to Force me to go back, but there's nothing I can do."
Odets: "Yeah, because they know you've got it twice."
Frances: "But they don't know what it is."
Odets She could n't help laughing: "What about yourself?"
Frances didn't answer...
Oditz's residence, during the day.
Frances came back from shopping on the street and saw Kellerman sitting in the living room reading the newspaper as soon as she entered.
As Frances put down the things in her hand, she greeted: "Hello, Harold."
Kellerman put down the newspaper and looked at Frances: "Hello."
Frances: "Where's Clifford?"
Kellerman: "He's not at home."
Frances casually: "Anything?"
Kellerman didn't answer, but picked up the wine bottle on the table: " Whiskey?"
Frances, "Okay."
Kellerman poured wine into the glass and said casually, "It's getting cold outside."
Frances held a bunch of freshly bought Flowers, went to him: "Yes."
Kellerman silently watched her put flowers in the vase.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Beautiful, really beautiful."
Kellerman handed the glass to him.
"Thank you!" Frances took the glass and put it on the table, and sat down on the sofa opposite him.
Kellerman hesitantly: "I heard you're meeting with the studio's lawyers to terminate your contract?"
Frances lit a cigarette and took a puff: "Yes. I'm just trying to keep them from going to London. Trouble me."
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