:10:01
long shots of tiny figures racing
through the fear-gripped city.
:10:05
When suddenly in a deserted alley
we see, seated on a garbage can,
:10:09
licking its wet rain-bedraggled fur,
:10:11
close shot, the cat!
:10:14
Now, as we build
step by step to the climax,
:10:18
the music soars.
:10:20
And there, totally oblivious
:10:22
of the torrential rain
pouring down upon them,
:10:25
the two fall happily and tenderly
into each other's arms.
:10:29
And as the audience drools
with sublimated sexual pleasure,
:10:34
the two enormous and highly paid
heads come together
:10:38
for that ultimate
and inevitable moment.
:10:41
The final, earth-moving,
:10:44
studio-rent-paying, theatre-filling,
:10:47
popcorn-selling...
:10:52
...kiss.
:10:54
Fade out. The end.
:10:59
That's it. 138 pages. Why make it
longer? We'd only have to cut later.
:11:03
- Mr Benson...
- Yes?
:11:08
This screenplay,
when does it have to be finished?
:11:13
Well, let's see, today is Friday.
:11:15
My friend and, in this case, patron
and producer Mr Alexander Meyerheim
:11:19
arrives in Paris from Cannes
at ten o'clock on...
:11:24
...Sunday morning.
Which happens to be Bastille Day.
:11:28
Perfect! 10:01 we hand him
the completed script,
:11:32
and then you and I celebrate. Drink
champagne, dance in the streets,
:11:36
whatever they do on July 14th.
:11:38
You're very kind but I have a date.
You haven't written anything at all?
:11:44
You have a date?
:11:46
You mean this entire movie
has to be done in two days?
:11:51
Miss Simpson, if you aren't up to
your part of the job, tell me now.
:11:56
- I can find someone else.
- No, I didn't mean that.