Completion of the Script

In December, the rains came. One great big package, over-sized, just like everything else in California; and it came right through the roof of my room above the garage. So she had me moved into the main house. Into what Max called "the room of the husbands". And on a clear day, the theory was, you could see Catalina. And little by little I worked through to the end of the script. At which point I might have left: only by then those two boys from the finance company had traced my car and towed it away, and I hadn't seen one single dollar of cash money since I arrived

Stop that! Today's the day

What do you mean?

Max is going to deliver the script to Paramount

You're really going to give it to DeMille?

I've just spoken with my astrologer. She read DeMille's horoscope; she read mine

Did she read the script?

DeMille is Leo; I'm Scorpio. Mars is transiting Jupiter and today is the day of closest conjunction

Oh well, that's all right, then

Max

Yes, Madame

Make sure it goes to Mr. DeMille in person

Well...

Great day

It's been real interesting

Yes...hasn't it?

I want to thank you for trusting me with your baby

Not at all, it is I who should thank you

Will you call and let me know as soon as you have some news?

Call? Where?

My apartment

Oh, but you couldn't possibly think of leaving now, Joe

Norma, the script is finished

No, Joe. No. It's just the beginning, it's just the first draft. I couldn't dream of letting you go, I need your support

Well, I can't stay

You'll stay on with full salary, of course

Oh, Norma, it's not the money - Yes, of course, I'll stay until we get some sort of news back from Paramount

Thank you. Thank you, Joe

So, Max wheeled out that foreign bus

Brushed the leopardskin upholstery

He trundled along to Paramount

To hand Cecil B. our hopeless opus

My work was over

I was feeling no pain

Locked up like John the Baptist