1:03:01
- You're right, Miss Desmond.
- Go on, Max.
1:03:12
Stage 18.
1:03:14
All right, notify Henry Wilcoxon.
Spread that out so I can see it.
1:03:22
Keep quiet back there!
1:03:24
Norma Desmond's
coming to see Mr DeMille.
1:03:27
Hit that with a light, somebody,
so I can get a look at that scape.
1:03:32
Back up a little. Get out of the way!
You fellow at the back.
1:03:36
Norma Desmond's
coming to see Mr DeMille.
1:03:39
Norma Desmond?
1:03:42
- Wait a minute.
- Harry Wilcoxon?
1:03:45
Draw your sword and raise that drape
with it. Samson's lying over here.
1:03:49
Norma Desmond's coming in
to see you, Mr DeMille.
1:03:53
- Norma Desmond?
- She must be a million years old.
1:03:57
Where does that put me?
I could be her father.
1:04:00
- Sorry, Mr DeMille.
- It must be about her awful script.
1:04:05
What can I tell her?
1:04:08
I can tell her you're in the projection
room, give her the brush.
1:04:12
Thirty million fans gave her
the brush. Isn't that enough?
1:04:15
- I didn't mean...
- Of course not.
1:04:18
You didn't know Norma Desmond
as a lovely girl of 17,
1:04:22
with more courage and wit and heart
than ever in one youngster.
1:04:27
- I hear she was a terror to work with.
- Only toward the end.
1:04:31
A dozen press agents
working overtime
1:04:35
can do terrible things
to the human spirit.
1:04:39
Hold it.
1:04:47
- Don't you want to come along?
- It's your script, your show.
1:04:51
- Good luck.
- Thank you, dearest.
1:04:56
Well, hello, young fellow.
1:04:59
- Hello, Mr DeMille.
- Good to see you.