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All About Eve
                                     "ALL ABOUT EVE"

                                            By

                                    Joseph Mankiewicz

                

               FADE IN:

               INT. DINING HALL - SARAH SIDDONS SOCIETY - NIGHT

               It is not a large room and jammed with tables, mostly for 
               four but some for six and eight. A long table of honor, for 
               about thirty people, has been placed upon a dais.

               Diner is over. Demi-tasses, cigars and brandy. The overall 
               effect is one of worn elegance and dogged gentility. It is 
               June.

               The CAMERA, as it has been throughout the CREDIT TITLES, is 
               on the SARAH SIDDONS AWARD. It is a gold statuette, about a 
               foot high, of Sarah Siddons as The Tragic Muse. Exquisitely 
               framed in a nest of flowers, it rests on a miniature altar 
               in the center of the table of honor.

               Over this we hear the crisp, cultured, precise VOICE of 
               ADDISON deWITT:

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         The Sarah Siddons Award for 
                         Distinguished Achievement is perhaps 
                         unknown to you. It has been spared 
                         the sensational and commercial 
                         publicity that attends such 
                         questionable "honors" as the Pulitzer 
                         Prize and those awards presented 
                         annually by the film society...

               The CAMERA has EASED BACK to include some of the table of 
               honor and a distinguished gentleman with snow-white hair who 
               is speaking. We do not hear what he says.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         The distinguished looking gentleman 
                         is an extremely old actor. Being an 
                         actor - he will go on speaking for 
                         some time. It is not important that 
                         you hear what he says.

               The CAMERA EASES BACK some more, and CONTINUES until it 
               iscloses a fairly COMPREHENSIVE SHOT of the room

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         However it is important that you 
                         know where you are, and why you are 
                         here. This is the dining room of the 
                         Sarah Siddons Society.  The occasion 
                         is its annual banquet and presentation 
                         of the highest honor our Theater 
                         knows - the Sarah Siddons Award for 
                         Distinguished Achievement.

               A GROUP OF WAITERS are clustered near the screen masking the 
               entrances of the kitchen. The screens are papered with old 
               theatrical programs. The waiters are all aged and venerable.

               They look respectfully toward the speaker.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         These hollowed walls, indeed many of 
                         these faces, have looked upon 
                         Modjeska, Ada Rehan and Minnie Fiske; 
                         Mansfield's voice filled the room, 
                         Booth breathed this air. It is 
                         unlikely that the windows have been 
                         opened since his death.

               CLOSE - THE AWARD on its altar, it shines proudly above five 
               or six smaller altars which surround it and which are now 
               empty.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         The minor awards, as you can see, 
                         have already been presented. Minor 
                         awards are for such as the writer 
                         and director - since their function 
                         is merely to construct a tower so 
                         that the world can applaud a light 
                         which flashes on top of it and no 
                         brighter light has ever dazzled the 
                         eye than Eve Harrington. Eve... but 
                         more of Eve, later. All about Eve, 
                         in fact.

               THE CAMERA MOVES TO: CLOSE - ADDISON deWITT, not young, not 
               unattractive, a fastidious dresser, sharp of eye and merciless 
               of tongue. An omnipresent cigarette holder projects from his 
               mouth like the sward of D'Artagnan.

               He sits back in his chair, musingly, his fingers making little 
               cannonballs out of bread crumbs. His narration covers the 
               MOVE of the CAMERA to him:

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         To those of you who do not read, 
                         attend the Theater, listen to 
                         uncensored radio programs or know 
                         anything of the world in which we 
                         live - it is perhaps necessary to 
                         introduce myself. My name is Addison 
                         deWitt.  My native habitat is the 
                         Theater - in it I toil not, neither 
                         do I spin. I am a critic and 
                         commentator. I am essential to the 
                         Theater - as ants are to a picnic, 
                         as the boll weevil to a cotton 
                         field...

               He looks to his left. KAREN RICHARDS is lovely and thirtyish 
               in an unprofessional way. She is scraping bread crumbs, 
               spilled sugar, etc., into a pile with a spoon. Addison takes 
               one of her bread crumbs. She smiles absently. Addison rolls 
               the bread crumb into a cannonball.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         This is Karen Richards. She is the 
                         wife of a playwright, therefore of 
                         the Theater by marriage. Nothing in 
                         her background or breeding should 
                         have brought her any closer the stage 
                         than row E, center...

               Karen continues her doodling.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         ...however, during her senior year 
                         in Radcliffe, Lloyd Richards lectured 
                         on drama. The following year Karen 
                         became Mrs. Lloyd Richards. Lloyd is 
                         the author of 'Footsteps on the 
                         Ceiling' - the play which has won 
                         for Eve Harrington the Sarah Siddons 
                         Award...

               Karen absently pats the top of her little pile of refuse. A 
               hand reaches in to take the spoon away. Karen looks as the 
               CAMERA PANS with IT to MAX FABIAN. He sits at her left. He's 
               a sad-faced man with glasses and a look of constant 
               apprehension. He smiles apologetically and indicates a white 
               powder which he unwraps. He pantomimes that his ulcer is 
               snapping.

               Karen smiles back, returns to her doodling. Addison mashes a 
               cigarette stub, pops it out of his holder. He eyes Max.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         There are two types of theatrical 
                         producers. One has a great many 
                         wealthy friends who will risk a tax 
                         deductible loss. This type is 
                         interested in Art.

               Max drops the powder into some water, stirs it, drinks, burps 
               elicately and close his eyes.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         The other is one to whom each 
                         production means potential ruin or 
                         fortune. This type is out to make a 
                         buck. Meet Max Fabian. He is the 
                         producer of the play which has won 
                         Eve Harrington the Sarah Siddons 
                         Award...

               Max rests fitfully. He twitches. A hand reaches into the 
               SCENE, removes a bottle of Scotch from before him. The CAMERA 
               follows the bottle to MARGO CHANNING. She sits at Max's left, 
               at deWitt's right. An attractive, strong face. She is 
               childish, adult, reasonable, unreasonable - usually one when 
               she should be the other, but always positive. She pours a 
               stiff drink.

               Addison hold out the soda bottle to her. She looks at it, 
               and at him, as if it were a tarantula and he had gone mad. 
               He smiles and pours a glass of soda for himself.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         Margo Channing is the Star of the 
                         Theater. She made her first stage 
                         appearance, at the age of four, in 
                         'Midsummer Night's Dream'. She played 
                         a fairy and entered - quite 
                         unexpectedly - stark naked. She has 
                         been a Star ever since.

               Margo sloshes her drink around moodily, pulls at it.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         Margo is a great Star. A true Star.
                         She never was or will be anything 
                         less or anything less...
                              (slight pause)
                         ...the part for which Eve Harrington 
                         is receiving the Sarah Siddons Award 
                         was intended originally for Margo 
                         Channing...

               Addison, having sipped his soda water, puts a new cigarette 
               in his holder, leans back, lights it, looks and exhales in 
               the general direction of the table of honor. As he speaks 
               the CAMERA MOVES in the direction of his glance...

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         Having covered in tedious detail not 
                         only the history of the Sarah Siddons 
                         Society, but also the history of 
                         acting since Thespis first stepped 
                         out of the chorus line - our 
                         distinguished chairman has finally 
                         arrived at our reason for being 
                         here...

               At this point Addison's voice FADES OUT and the voice of the 
               aged actor FADES IN. CAMERA is in MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT of him 
               and the podium.

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         I have been proud and privileged to
                         have spent my life in the Theater - 
                         "a poor player... that struts and 
                         frets his hour upon the stage" - and 
                         I have been honored to be, for forty 
                         years, Chief Promoter of the Sarah 
                         Siddons Society...
                              (he lifts the Sarah 
                              Siddons Award from 
                              its altar)
                         Thirty-nine times have I placed in 
                         deserving hands this highest honor 
                         the Theater knows...
                              (he grows a bit arch, 
                              he uses his eyebrows)
                         Surely no actor is older than I - I 
                         have earned my place out of the sun...
                              (indulgent laughter)
                         ...and never before has this Award 
                         gone to anyone younger than its 
                         recipient tonight. How fitting that 
                         it should pass from my hands to 
                         hers...

               EVE'S HANDS: Lovely, beautifully groomed. In serene repose, 
               they rest between a demi-tasse cup and an exquisite small 
               evening cup.

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         Such young hands. Such a young lady. 
                         Young in years, but whose heart is 
                         as old as the Theater...

               Addison's eyes narrow quizzically as he listens. Then, slowly, 
               he turns to look at Karen...

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         Some of us a privileged to know her. 
                         We have seen beyond the beauty
                         and artistry-

               Karen never ceases her thoughtful pat-a-cake with the crumbs.

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         -that have made her name resound
                         through the nation. We know her 
                         humility. Her devotion, her loyalty 
                         to her art.

               Addison's glance moves from Karen to Margo.

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         Her love, her deep and abiding love
                         for us-

               Margo's face is a mask. She looks down at the drink which 
               she cradles with both hands.

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         for what we are and what we do.  The 
                         Theater. She has had one wish, one 
                         prayer, one dream. To belong to us.
                              (he's nearing his 
                              curtain line)
                         Tonight her dream has come true.  
                         And henceforth we shall dream the 
                         same of her.
                              (a slight pause)
                         Honored members, ladies and gentlemen - 
                         for distinguished achievement in the 
                         Theater - the Sarah Siddons Award to 
                         Miss Eve Harrington.

               The entire room is galvanized into sudden and tumultuous 
               applause. Some enthusiastic gentlemen rise to her feet...

               Flash bulbs start popping about halfway down the table of 
               the Aged Actor's left...

               Eve rises - beautiful, radiant, poised, exquisitely gowned.

               She stands in simple and dignified response to the ovation.

               A dozen photographers skip, squat, and dart about like water 
               bugs. Flash bulbs pop and pop and pop...

               THE WAITERS applaud enthusiastically...

               AGED ACTOR, Award in hand, he beams at her...

               EVE smiles sweetly to her left, then to her right...

               MAX has come to. He applauds lustily.

               ADDISON's applauding too, more discreetly.

               MARGO, not applauding. But you sense no deliberate slight, 
               merely an impression that as she looks at Eve her mind is on 
               something else...

               KAREN, nor is she applauding. But her gaze is similarly fixed 
               on Eve in a strange, faraway fashion.

               ADDISON, still applauding, his eyes flash first at Margo and 
               then at Karen. Then he directs them back to Eve. He smiles 
               ever so slightly.

               The applause has continued unabated. EVE turns now, and moves 
               gracefully toward the Aged Actor. She moves through applauding 
               ladies and gentlemen; from below the flash bulbs keep 
               popping...

               As she nears her goal, the Ages Actor turns to her. He holds 
               out the award. Her hand reaches out for it. At that precise 
               moment - with the award just beyond her fingertips - THE 
               PICTURE HOLDS, THE ACTION STOPS. The SOUND STOPS.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         Eve. Eve, the Golden Girl. The cover 
                         girl, the girl next door, the girl 
                         on the moon... Time has been good to 
                         Eve, Life goes where she goes - she's 
                         been profiled, covered, revealed, 
                         reported, what she eats and when and 
                         where, whom she knows and where she 
                         was and when and where she's going...

               ADDISON has stopped applauding, he's sitting forward, staring 
               intently at Eve... his narration continues unbroken.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         ...Eve. You all know all about Eve... 
                         what can there be to know that you 
                         don't know...?

               As he leans back, the APPLAUSE FADES IN as tumultuous as 
               before. Addison's look moves slowly from Eve to Karen.

               KAREN, she leans forward now, her eyes intently on Eve. Her 
               lovely face FILLS THE SCREEN as the APPLAUSE FADES ONCE MORE - 
               as she thinks back:

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         When was it? How long? It seems a 
                         lifetime ago. Lloyd always said that 
                         in the Theater a lifetime was a 
                         season, and a season a lifetime.  
                         It's June now. That was - early 
                         October... only last October. It was 
                         a drizzly night, I remember I asked 
                         the taxi to wait...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. NEW YORK THEATER STREET - NIGHT

               Traffic is not heavy, the shows have broken some half-hour 
               before. The rain is just a drizzle.

               There are other theaters on the street; display lights are 
               being extinguished. Going out just as Karen's taxi pulls up 
               is: MARGO CHANNING in 'AGED IN WOOD'. The marquis display 
               below includes "Max Fabian Presents" and "By Lloyd Richards."

               The taxi comes to a stop at the alley. Karen can be seen 
               through the closed windows telling the driver to wait. Then 
               she gets out. She takes a step, hesitates, then looks about 
               curiously:

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         Where was she? Strange... I had become 
                         so accustomed to seeing her there 
                         night after night - I found myself 
                         looking for a girl I'd never spoken 
                         to, wondering where she was...

               She smiles a little at her own romanticism, puts her head 
               own and makes her way into the alley.

               EXT. ALLEY - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               Karen moves toward the stage door. She passes a recess in 
               the wall - perhaps an exit - about halfway.

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                              (softly)
                         Mrs. Richards...

               Karen hesitates, looks. Eve is barely distinguishable in the 
               shadow of the recess. Karen smiles, waits. Eve comes out. A 
               gooseneck light above them reveals her...

               She wears a cheap trench coat, low-heeled shoes, a rain hat 
               stuck on the back of her head... Her large, luminous eyes 
               seem to glow up at Karen in the strange half-light.

                                     KAREN
                         So there you are. It seemed odd, 
                         suddenly, your not being there...

                                     EVE
                         Why should you think I wouldn't be?

                                     KAREN
                         Why should you be?  After all, six 
                         nights a week - for weeks - of 
                         watching even Margo Channing enter
                         and leave a theater-

                                     EVE
                         I hope you don't mind my speaking to 
                         you...

                                     KAREN
                         Not at all.

                                     EVE
                         I've seen you so often - it took
                         every bit of courage I could raise-

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         To speak to just a playwright's wife? 
                         I'm the lowest form of celebrity...

                                     EVE
                         You're Margo Channing's best friend. 
                         You and your husband are always with 
                         her - and Mr. Sampson... what's he 
                         like?

                                     KAREN
                              (grins)
                         Bill Sampson? He's - he's a director.

                                     EVE
                         He's the best.

                                     KAREN
                         He'll agree with you. Tell me, what 
                         do you do between the time Margo 
                         goes in and comes out? Just huddle 
                         in that doorway and wait?

                                     EVE
                         Oh, no. I see the play.

                                     KAREN
                              (incredulous)
                         You see the play? You've seen the 
                         play every performance?
                              (Eve nods)
                         But, don't you find it - I mean apart 
                         from everything else - don't you 
                         find it expensive?

                                     EVE
                         Standing room doesn't cost much. I 
                         manage.

               Karen contemplates Eve. Then she takes her arm.

                                     KAREN
                         I'm going to take you to Margo...

                                     EVE
                              (hanging back)
                         Oh, no...

                                     KAREN
                         She's got to meet you-

                                     EVE
                         No, I'd be imposing on her, I'd be 
                         just another tongue-tied gushing 
                         fan...

               Karen practically propels her toward the stage door.

                                     KAREN
                              (insisting)
                         There isn't another like you, there
                         couldn't be-

                                     EVE
                         But if I'd known... maybe some other 
                         time... I mean, looking like this.

                                     KAREN
                         You look just fine...
                              (they're at the stage 
                              door)
                         ...by the way. What's your name?

                                     EVE
                         Eve. Eve Harrington.

               Karen opens the door. They go in.

               INT. BACKSTAGE - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               Everything, including the doorman, looks fireproof.

               Eve enters like a novitiate's first visit to the Vatican.

               Karen, with a "Good evening, Gus -" to the doorman, leads 
               the way toward Margo's stage dressing room. Eve, drinking in 
               the wonderment of all the surveys, lags behind. Karen waits 
               for her to catch up...

                                     EVE
                         You can breathe it - can't you?
                         Like some magic perfume...

               Karen smiles, takes Eve's arm. They proceed to Margo's 
               dressing room.

               EXT. MARGO'S DRESSING ROOM - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               No star on the closed door; the paint is peeling. A type 
               written chit, thumbtacked, says MISS CHANNING.

               As Karen and Eve approach it, an uninhibited guffaw from 
               Margo makes them pause.

                                     KAREN
                              (whispers)
                         You wait a minute...
                              (smiles)
                         Now don't run away-

               Eve smiles shakily. At the same moment:

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                              (loudly; through the 
                              door)
                         "Honey chile," I said, "if the South 
                         had won the war, you could write the 
                         same plays about the North!"

               Karen enters during the line.

               INT. MARGO'S DRESSING ROOM - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               It is a medium-sized box, lined with hot water pipes and 
               cracked plaster. It is furnished in beat-up wicker. A door 
               leads to an old-fashioned bathroom.

               Margo is at the dressing table. She wears an old wrapper, 
               her hair drawn back tightly to fit under the wig which lies 
               before her like a dead poodle. Also before her is an almost 
               finished drink.

               LLOYD RICHARDS is stretched out on the wicker chaise. He's 
               in his late thirties, sensitive, literate.

               Between them, by the dressing table, is BIRDIE - Margo's 
               maid. Her age is unimportant. She was conceived during a 
               split week in Walla Walla and born in a carnival riot. She 
               is fiercely loyal to Margo.

               Karen enters during the line Margo started while she was 
               outside. Lloyd chuckles, Birdie cackles.

                                     KAREN
                         Hi.
                              (she goes to kiss 
                              Lloyd)
                         Hello, darling-

                                     MARGO
                         Hi.
                              (she goes right on - 
                              in a think "Suth'n" 
                              accent)
                         "Well, now Mis' Channin', ah don't 
                         think you can rightly say we lost 
                         the wah, we was mo' stahved out, you 
                         might say - an' that's what ah don' 
                         unnerstand about all these plays 
                         about love-stahved Suth'n women - 
                         love is one thing we was nevah stahved 
                         for the South!"

                                     LLOYD
                         How was the concert?

                                     KAREN
                         Loud.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Lemme fix you a drink.

                                     KAREN
                         No thanks, Birdie.

               Karen laughs with them.

                                     LLOYD
                         Margo's interview with a lady
                         reporter from the South-

                                     BIRDIE
                         The minute it gets printed they're 
                         gonna fire on Gettysburg all over 
                         again...

                                     MARGO
                         It was Fort Sumter they fired on-

                                     BIRDIE
                         I never played Fort Sumter.

               She takes the wig into the bathroom. Margo starts creaming 
               the make-up off her face.

                                     MARGO
                         Honey chili had a point. You know,
                         I can remember plays about women - 
                         even from the South - where it never 
                         even occurred to them whether they 
                         wanted to marry their fathers more 
                         than their brothers...

                                     LLOYD
                         That was way back...

                                     MARGO
                         Within your time, buster. Lloyd, 
                         honey, be a playwright with guts.
                         Write me one about a nice, normal 
                         woman who shoots her husband.

               Birdie comes out of the bathroom without the wig.

                                     BIRDIE
                         You need new girdles.

                                     MARGO
                         Buy some.

                                     BIRDIE
                         The same size?

                                     MARGO
                         Of course!

                                     BIRDIE
                         Well. I guess a real tight girdle 
                         help when you're playin' a lunatic.

               She picks up Lloud empty glass, asks "more"? He shakes his 
               head. She pours herself a quick one.

                                     KAREN
                              (firmly)
                         Margo does not play a lunatic,
                         Birdie.

                                     BIRDIE
                         I know. She just keeps hearin' her 
                         dead father play the banjo.

                                     MARGO
                         It's the tight girdle that does it.

                                     KAREN
                         I find these wisecracks increasingly 
                         less funny! 'Aged in Wood' happens 
                         to be a fine and distinguished play-

                                     LLOYD
                         'at's my loyal little woman.

                                     KAREN
                         The critics thought so, the audiences 
                         certainly think so - packed houses, 
                         tickets for months in advance - I 
                         can't see that either of Lloyd's 
                         last two plays have hurt you any!

                                     LLOYD
                         Easy, now...

                                     MARGO
                              (grins)
                         Relax, kid. It's only me and my big 
                         mouth...

                                     KAREN
                              (mollified)
                         It's just that you get me so mad 
                         sometimes... of all the women in the 
                         world with nothing to complain about-

                                     MARGO
                              (dryly)
                         Ain't it the truth?

                                     KAREN
                         Yes, it is!  You're talented, famous, 
                         wealthy - people waiting around night 
                         after night just to see you, even in 
                         the wind and rain...

                                     MARGO
                         Autograph fiends! They're not people - 
                         those little beast who run in packs 
                         like coyotes-

                                     KAREN
                         They're your fans, your audience-

                                     MARGO
                         They're nobody's fans! They're 
                         juvenile delinquents, mental 
                         defectives, they're nobody's audience, 
                         they never see a play or a movie, 
                         even - they're never indoors long 
                         enough!

               There is a pause. Lloyd applauds lightly.

                                     KAREN
                         Well... there's one indoors now.
                         I've brought her back to see you.

                                     MARGO
                         You've what?

                                     KAREN
                              (in a whisper)
                         She's just outside the door.

                                     MARGO
                              (to Birdie; also a 
                              whisper)
                         The heave-ho.

               Birdie starts. Karen stops her. It's all in whisper, now, 
               until Eve comes in.

                                     KAREN
                         You can't put her out, I promised... 
                         Margo, you've got to see her, she 
                         worships you, it's like something 
                         out of a book-

                                     LLOYD
                         That book is out of print, Karen, 
                         those days are gone.  Fans no longer 
                         pull the carriage through the streets - 
                         they tear off clothes and steal wrist 
                         watches...

                                     KAREN
                         If you'd only see her, you're her 
                         whole life - you must have spotted 
                         her by now, she's always there...

                                     MARGO
                         Kind of mousy trench coat and funny 
                         hat?
                              (Karen nods)
                         How could I miss her? Every night 
                         and matinee - well...

               She looks to Birdie.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Once George Jessel played my hometown. 
                         For a girl, gettin' in to see him 
                         was easy. Gettin' out was the 
                         problem...

               They all laugh. Karen goes to the door, opens it. Eve comes 
               in. Karen closes the door behind her. A moment.

                                     EVE
                              (simply)
                         I thought you'd forgotten about me.

                                     KAREN
                         Not at all.
                              (her arm through Eve's)
                         Margo, this is Eve Harrington.

               Margo changes swiftly into a first-lady-of-the-theater manner.

                                     MARGO
                              (musically)
                         How do you do, my dear.

                                     BIRDIE
                              (mutters)
                         Oh, brother.

                                     EVE
                         Hello, Miss Channing.

                                     KAREN
                         My husband...

                                     LLOYD
                              (nicely)
                         Hello, Miss Harrington.

                                     EVE
                         How do you do, Mr. Richards.

                                     MARGO
                              (graciously)
                         And this is my good friend and 
                         companion, Miss Birdie Coonan.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Oh, brother.

                                     MARGO
                         Miss Coonan...

                                     LLOYD
                              (to Birdie)
                         Oh brother what?

                                     BIRDIE
                         When she gets like this... all of a 
                         sudden she's playin' Hamlet's 
                         mother...

                                     MARGO
                              (quiet menace)
                         I'm sure you must have things to do 
                         in the bathroom, Birdie dear.

                                     BIRDIE
                         If I haven't, I'll find something 
                         till you're normal.

               She goes into the bathroom.

                                     MARGO
                         Dear Birdie. Won't you sit down, 
                         Miss Worthington?

                                     KAREN
                         Harrington.

                                     MARGO
                         I'm so sorry... Harrington. Won't 
                         you sit down?

                                     EVE
                         Thank you.

               She sits. A short lull.

                                     MARGO
                         Would you like a drink? It's right 
                         beside you...

                                     KAREN
                         I was telling Margo and Lloyd about 
                         how often you'd seen the play...

               They start together, and stop in deference to each other.

               They're a little flustered. But not Eve.

                                     EVE
                              (to Margo)
                         No, thank you.
                              (to Lloyd)
                         Yes. I've seen every performance.

                                     LLOYD
                              (delighted)
                         Every performance? Then - am I safe 
                         in assuming you like it?

                                     EVE
                         I'd like anything Miss Channing 
                         played...

                                     MARGO
                              (beams)
                         Would you, really? How sweet-

                                     LLOYD
                              (flatly)
                         I doubt very much that you'd like 
                         her in 'The Hairy Ape'.

                                     EVE
                         Please, don't misunderstand me, Mr.
                         Richards. I think that part of Miss 
                         Channing's greatness lies in her 
                         ability to choose the best plays...  
                         your new play is for Miss Channing, 
                         isn't it, Mr. Richards?

                                     MARGO
                         Of course it is.

                                     LLOYD
                         How'd hear about it?

                                     EVE
                         There was an item in the Times.  I 
                         like the title. 'Footsteps on the 
                         Ceiling'.

                                     LLOYD
                         Let's get back to this one. Have you 
                         really seen every performance?
                              (Eve nods)
                         Why? I'm curious...

               Eve looks at Margo, then drops her eyes.

                                     EVE
                         Well. If I didn't come to see the 
                         play, I wouldn't have anywhere else 
                         to go.

                                     MARGO
                         There are other plays...

                                     EVE
                         Not with you in them. Not by Mr.
                         Richards...

                                     LLOYD
                         But you must have friends, a
                         family, a home-

               Eve pauses. Then shakes her head.

                                     KAREN
                         Tell us about it - Eve...

               Eve looks at her - grateful because Karen called her "Eve."

               Then away, again...

                                     EVE
                         If I only knew how...

                                     KAREN
                         Try...

                                     EVE
                         Well...

               Birdie comes out of the bathroom. Everybody looks at her 
               sharply. She realizes she's in on something important. She 
               closes the door quietly, leans against it.

                                     EVE
                         Well... it started with the play 
                         before this one...

                                     LLOYD
                         'Remembrance'.

                                     MARGO
                         Did you see it here in New York?

                                     EVE
                         San Francisco. It was the last week. 
                         I went one night... the most important 
                         night in my life - until this one.  
                         Anyway... I found myself going the 
                         next night - and the next and the 
                         next. Every performance.  Then, when 
                         the show went East - I went East.

                                     BIRDIE
                         I'll never forget that blizzard the 
                         night we played Cheyenne. A cold 
                         night. First time I ever saw a 
                         brassiere break like a piece of 
                         matzos...

               Eve looks at her unsmilingly, then back to her hands.

                                     KAREN
                         Eve... why don't you start at the 
                         beginning?

                                     EVE
                         It couldn't possibly interest you.

                                     MARGO
                         Please...

               Eve speaks simply and without self-pity.

                                     EVE
                         I guess it started back home.
                         Wisconsin, that is. There was just 
                         mum, and dad - and me. I was the 
                         only child, and I made believe a lot 
                         when I was a kid - I acted out all 
                         sorts of things... what they were 
                         isn't important. But somehow acting 
                         and make-believe began to fill up my 
                         life more and more, it got so that I 
                         couldn't tell the real from the unreal 
                         except that the unreal seemed more 
                         real to me... I'm talking a lot of 
                         gibberish, aren't I?

                                     LLOYD
                         Not at all...

                                     EVE
                         Farmers were poor in those days, 
                         that's what dad was - a farmer. I 
                         had to help out. So I quit school 
                         and I went to Milwaukee. I became a 
                         secretary. In a brewery.
                              (she smiles)
                         When you're a secretary in a brewery - 
                         it's pretty hard to make believe 
                         you're anything else.  Everything is 
                         beer. It wasn't much fun, but it 
                         helped at home - and there was a 
                         Little Theater Group... like a drop 
                         of rain in the desert.  That's where 
                         I met Eddie. He was a radio 
                         technician. We played 'Liliom' for 
                         three performances, I was awful - 
                         then the war came, and we got married. 
                         Eddie was in the air force - and 
                         they sent him to the South Pacific. 
                         You were with the O.W.I., weren't 
                         you Mr. Richards?
                              (Lloyd nods)
                         That's what 'Who's Who' says...  
                         well, with Eddie gone, my life went 
                         back to beer. Except for a letter a 
                         week. One week Eddie wrote he had a 
                         leave coming up. I'd saved my money 
                         and vacation time. I went to San 
                         Francisco to meet him.
                              (a slight pause)
                         Eddie wasn't there. They forwarded 
                         the telegram from Milwaukee - the 
                         one that came from Washington to say 
                         that Eddie wasn't coming at all. 
                         That Eddie was dead...
                              (Karen puts her hand 
                              on Lloyd's)
                         ...so I figured I'd stay in San 
                         Francisco.  I was alone, but couldn't 
                         go back without Eddie. I found a 
                         job. And his insurance helped... and 
                         there were theaters in San Francisco. 
                         And one night Margo Channing came to 
                         play in 'Remembrance'... and I went 
                         to see it. And - well - here I am...

               She finishes dry-eyes and self-composed. Margo squeezes the 
               bridge of her nose, dabs at her eyes.

                                     BIRDIE
                              (finally)
                         What a story. Everything but the 
                         bloodhounds snappin' at her rear 
                         end...

               That breaks the spell. Margo turns to her-

                                     MARGO
                         There are some human experiences, 
                         Birdie, that do not take place in a 
                         vaudeville house - and that even a 
                         fifth-rate vaudevillian should 
                         understand and respect!
                              (to Eve)
                         I want to apologize for Birdie's-

                                     BIRDIE
                              (snaps in)
                         You don't have to apologize for me!
                              (to Eve)
                         I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.
                         It's just my way of talkin'...

                                     EVE
                              (nicely)
                         You didn't hurt my feelings, Miss 
                         Coonan...

                                     BIRDIE
                         Call me Birdie.
                              (to Margo)
                         As for bein' fifth-rate - I closed 
                         the first half for eleven years an' 
                         you know it!

               She slams into the bathroom again. At that precise instant 
               BILL SAMPSON flings open the door to the dressing room. He's 
               youngish, vital, undisciplined. He lugs a beat-up suitcase 
               which he drops as he crosses to Margo-

                                     BILL
                         Forty-five minutes from now my plane 
                         takes off and how do I find you? Not 
                         ready yet, looking like a junk yard-

                                     MARGO
                         Thank you so much.

                                     BILL
                         Is it sabotage, does my career mean 
                         nothing to you? Have you no human 
                         consideration?

                                     MARGO
                         Show me a human and I might have!

                                     KAREN
                              (conscious of Eve)
                         Bill...

                                     BILL
                         The air lines have clocks, even if 
                         you haven't! I start shooting a week 
                         from Monday - Zanuck is impatient, 
                         he wants me, he needs me!

                                     KAREN
                              (louder)
                         Bill-

                                     MARGO
                         Zanuck, Zanuck, Zanuck! What are you 
                         two - lovers?

               Bill grins suddenly, drops to one knee beside her.

                                     BILL
                              (smiling)
                         Only in some ways. You're prettier...

                                     MARGO
                         I'm a junk yard.

                                     KAREN
                              (yells)
                         Bill!

                                     BILL
                              (vaguely; to Karen)
                         Huh?

                                     KAREN
                         This is Eve Harrington.

               Bill flashes a fleeting look at Eve.

                                     BILL
                         Hi.
                              (to Margo)
                         My wonderful junk yard. The mystery
                         and dreams you find in a junk yard-

                                     MARGO
                              (kisses him)
                         Heaven help me, I love a psychotic.

               Bill grins, rises, sees Eve as if for the first time.

                                     BILL
                         Hello, what's your name?

                                     EVE
                         Eve. Eve Harrington.

                                     KAREN
                         You've already met.

                                     BILL
                         Where?

                                     KAREN
                         Right here. A minute ago.

                                     BILL
                         That's nice.

                                     MARGO
                         She, too, is a great admirer of yours.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Imagine. All this admiration in just 
                         one room.

                                     BILL
                         Take your mistress into the bathroom 
                         and dress her.
                              (Birdie opens her 
                              mouth)
                         Without comment.

               Birdie shuts it and goes into the bathroom. In a moment we 
               hear a shower start to run. Eve gets up.

                                     KAREN
                         You're not going, are you?

                                     EVE
                         I think I'd better. It's been - well, 
                         I can hardly find the words to say 
                         how it's been...

                                     MARGO
                              (rises)
                         No, don't go...

                                     EVE
                         The four of you must have so much to 
                         say to each other - with Mr.
                         Sampson leaving...

               Margo, impulsively crosses to Eve.

                                     MARGO
                         Stick around. Please. Tell you what
                         we'll put Stanislavsky on his plane, 
                         you and I, then go somewhere and 
                         talk.

                                     EVE
                         Well - if I'm not in the way...

                                     MARGO
                         I won't be a minute.

               She darts into the bathroom. Eve sits down again.

                                     KAREN
                         Lloyd, we've got to go-

               Lloyd gets up. Karen crosses to pound on the bathroom door.

               She yells - the shower is going...

                                     KAREN
                         Margo, good night! I'll call you 
                         tomorrow!

               Margo's answer is lost in the shower noise. Karen crosses to 
               kiss Bill. She's joined by Lloyd.

                                     KAREN
                         Good luck, genius...

                                     BILL
                         Geniuses don't need good luck.
                              (he grins)
                         I do.

                                     LLOYD
                         I'm not worried about you.

                                     BILL
                         Keep the thought.

               They shake hands warmly. Karen and Lloyd move to Eve.

                                     KAREN
                         Good night, Eve. I hope I see you
                         again soon-

                                     EVE
                         I'll be at the old stand, tomorrow
                         matinee-

                                     KAREN
                         Not just that way. As a friend...

                                     EVE
                         I'd like that.

                                     LLOYD
                         It's been a real pleasure, Eve.

                                     EVE
                         I hope so, Mr. Richards. Good night...

               Lloyd shakes her hand, crosses to join Karen who waits at 
               the open dressing room door.

                                     EVE
                         Mrs. Richards.
                              (Karen and Lloyd look 
                              back)
                         ...I'll never forget this night as 
                         long as I live. And I'll never forget 
                         you for making it possible.

               Karen smiles warmly. She closes the door. They leave.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         And I'll never forget you, Eve. Where 
                         were we going that night, Lloyd and 
                         I? Funny the things you remember - 
                         and the things you don't...

               INT. MARGO'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT

               Eve sits on the same chair. Bill keeps moving around. Eve 
               never takes her eyes off him. He offers her a cigarette. She 
               shakes her head. He looks at his watch.

                                     EVE
                         You said forty-seven minutes.
                         You'll never make it.

                                     BILL
                              (grins)
                         I told you a lie. We'll make it 
                         easily. Margo's got no more conception 
                         of time than a halibut.

               He goes to the dressing table, picks up Margo's pocketbook, 
               opens it. He finds a letter. He glances at it, puts it back.

                                     BILL
                         She's been carrying that letter around 
                         for weeks. I've read it three times...

               There's a sudden sharp yelp from the bathroom.

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         You're supposed to zip the zipper - 
                         not me.

                                     BIRDIE'S VOICE
                         Like tryin' to zip a pretzel - stand 
                         still!

               Bill grins.

                                     BILL
                         What a documentary those two would 
                         make... like the mongoose and the
                         cobra-

               He sprawls on the chaise, closes his eyes. A pause.

                                     EVE
                              (finally)
                         So you're going to Hollywood.

               Bill grunts in the affirmative. Silence.

                                     BILL
                         Why?

                                     EVE
                         I just wondered.

                                     BILL
                         Just wondered what?

                                     EVE
                         Why.

                                     BILL
                         Why what?

                                     EVE
                         Why you have to go out there.

                                     BILL
                         I don't have to. I want to.

                                     EVE
                         Is it the money?

                                     BILL
                         Eighty percent of it will go for 
                         taxes.

                                     EVE
                         Then why? Why, if you're the best 
                         and most successful young director
                         in the Theater-

                                     BILL
                         The Theatuh, the Theatuh-
                              (he sits up)
                         what book of rules says the Theater 
                         exists only within some ugly buildings 
                         crowded into one square mile of New 
                         York City? Or London, Paris or Vienna?
                              (he gets up)
                         Listen, junior. And learn. Want to 
                         know what the Theater is?  A flea 
                         circus. Also opera. Also rodeos, 
                         carnivals, ballets, Indian tribal 
                         dances, Punch and Judy, a one-man 
                         band - all Theater. Wherever there's 
                         magic and make-believe and an audience - 
                         there's Theater.  Donald Duck, Ibsen, 
                         and The Lone Ranger, Sarah Bernhardt, 
                         Poodles Hanneford, Lunt and Fontanne, 
                         Betty Grable, Rex and Wild, and 
                         Eleanora Duse. You don't understand 
                         them all, you don't like them all, 
                         why should you?  The Theater's for 
                         everybody - you included, but not 
                         exclusively - so don't approve or 
                         disapprove. It may not be your 
                         Theater, but it's Theater of somebody, 
                         somewhere.

                                     EVE
                         I just asked a simple question.

                                     BILL
                              (grins)
                         And I shot my mouth off. Nothing 
                         personal, junior, no offense...
                              (he sits back down)
                         ...it's just that there's so much 
                         bushwah in this Ivory Green Room 
                         they call the Theatuh - sometimes it 
                         gets up around my chin...

               He lies down again.

                                     EVE
                         But Hollywood. You mustn't stay there.

                                     BILL
                              (he closes his eyes)
                         It's only one picture deal.

                                     EVE
                         So few come back...

                                     BILL
                         Yeah. They keep you under drugs out 
                         there with armed guards...

               A pause.

                                     EVE
                         I read George Jean Nathan every week.

                                     BILL
                         Also Addison deWitt.

                                     EVE
                         Every day.

                                     BILL
                         You didn't have to tell me.

               Margo, putting on an earring, buzzes out of the bathroom 
               followed by Birdie. Bill sits up.

                                     MARGO
                              (en route)
                         I understand it's the latest thing - 
                         just one earring. If it isn't, it's 
                         going to be - I can't find the 
                         other...

               She grabs her pocketbook, starts rummaging. Out comes the 
               letter...

                                     BILL
                         Throw that dreary thing away, it
                         bores me-

               Margo drops it in the wastebasket, keeps rummaging.

                                     EVE
                              (concerned)
                         Where do you suppose it could be?

                                     BIRDIE
                         It'll show up.

                                     MARGO
                              (gives up)
                         Oh well...
                              (to Birdie)
                         ...look through the wigs, maybe it
                         got caught-

                                     BILL
                         Real diamonds in a wig. The world we 
                         live in...

                                     MARGO
                              (she's been looking)
                         Where's my coat?

                                     BIRDIE
                         Right where you left it...

               She goes behind the chaise. She comes up with a magnificent 
               mink.

                                     BILL
                              (to Margo)
                         The seams.

               Margo starts to straighten them.

                                     MARGO
                              (to Eve)
                         Can't keep his eyes off my legs.

                                     BILL
                         Like a nylon lemon peel-

                                     MARGO
                              (straightens up)
                         Byron couldn't have said it more
                         graciously... here we go-

               By now she's in the coat and has Eve's arm, heading for the 
               door. Bill puts his arms around Birdie.

                                     BILL
                         Got any messages? What do you want 
                         me to tell Tyrone Power?

                                     BIRDIE
                         Just give him my phone number, I'll 
                         tell him myself.

               Bill kisses her cheek. She kisses Bill.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Kill the people.
                              (to Margo)
                         Got your key?

                                     MARGO
                              (nods)
                         See you home...

               Margo and Eve precede Bill out of the door...

               EXT. LAGUARDIA FIELD - NIGHT

               American Airlines baggage counter. The rain has stopped, but 
               it's wet.

               Margo, Eve, and Bill are stymied behind two or three couples 
               waiting to be checked in. Margo's arm is through Bill's.  
               They become increasingly aware of their imminent separation. 
               Eve senses her superfluity.

               A lull. Bill cranes at the passenger heading the line, in 
               earnest conversation with the dispatcher. He sighs.

                                     MARGO
                         They have to time it so everybody 
                         gets on at the last minute. So they 
                         can close the doors and let you sit.

               The man up ahead moves on.

                                     BILL
                         Ah...

                                     EVE
                         I have a suggestion.
                              (they look at her)
                         There's really not much time left - 
                         I mean, you haven't had a minute 
                         alone yet, and - well, I could take 
                         care of everything here and meet you 
                         at the gate with the ticket...  if 
                         you'd like.

                                     BILL
                         I think we'd like very much. Sure 
                         you won't mind?

                                     EVE
                         Of course not.

               Bill hands Eve the ticket. Margo smiles gratefully at her.

               Eve smiles back.

               EXT. PASSAGE AND GATE - LAGUARDIA - NIGHT

               It's covered, with glass windows. Margo's arm is in Bill's.

                                     BILL
                         She's quite a girl, that what's-her 
                         name...

                                     MARGO
                         Eve. I'd forgotten they grew that 
                         way...

                                     BILL
                         The lack of pretense, that sort of 
                         strange directness and understanding-

                                     MARGO
                         Did she tell you about the Theater 
                         and what it meant?

                                     BILL
                              (grins)
                         I told her. I sounded off.

                                     MARGO
                         All the religions in the world rolled 
                         into one, and we're Gods and 
                         Goddesses... isn't it silly, suddenly 
                         I've developed a big protective 
                         feeling for her - a lamb loose in 
                         our big stone jungle...

               Bill pauses and pulls her to one side. Some passengers go 
               by.

               A pause.

                                     MARGO
                         Take care of yourself out there...

                                     BILL
                         I understand they've got the Indians 
                         pretty well in hand...

                                     MARGO
                         Bill...

                                     BILL
                         Huh?

                                     MARGO
                         Don't get stuck on some glamour
                         puss-

                                     BILL
                         I'll try.

                                     MARGO
                         You're not such a bargain, you know, 
                         conceited and thoughtless and
                         messy-

                                     BILL
                         Everybody can't be Gregory Peck.

                                     MARGO
                         You're a setup for some gorgeous 
                         wide-eyed young babe.

                                     BILL
                         How childish are you going to get 
                         before you quit it?

                                     MARGO
                         I don't want to be childish, I'd
                         settle for just a few years-

                                     BILL
                              (firmly)
                         And cut that out right now.

                                     MARGO
                         Am I going to lose you, Bill? Am I?

                                     BILL
                         As of this moment you're six years 
                         old...

               He starts to kiss her, stops when he becomes aware of Eve 
               standing near them. She has his ticket in her hand.

                                     EVE
                         All ready.

               She hands Bill his ticket, they start toward the gate.

               INT. BOARDING GATE - LAGUARDIA - NIGHT

               The D.C. 6 in the b.g. A few visitors. Bill hands his ticket 
               to the guard, turns to Eve.

                                     BILL
                         Thanks for your help... good luck.

                                     EVE
                         Goodbye, Mr. Sampson.

               Bill puts his arms around Margo.

                                     BILL
                         Knit me a muffler.

                                     MARGO
                         Call me when you get in...

               They kiss. Margo's arms tighten desperately. Bill pulls away, 
               kisses her again lightly, starts for the plane. Margo turns 
               away. Eve puts her arms through Margo's.

               Bill pauses en route to the plane.

                                     BILL
                         Hey - junior...

               Margo turns to look at him with Eve.

                                     BILL
                         Keep your eyes on her. Don't let her 
                         get lonely. She's a loose lamb in a 
                         jungle...

               Eve looks at Margo. Margo smiles.

                                     EVE
                         Don't worry...

               Bill waves, climbs aboard. The door is closed behind him, 
               the departure routine starts...

               Margo and Eve turn to go. They walk down the passage. As 
               they walk, Eve gently disengages her arm from Margo's and 
               puts it comfortingly about her...

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         That same night we sent for Eve's 
                         things, her few pitiful possessions... 
                         she moved into the little guest room 
                         on the top floor...

               INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT

               MARGO slides her fingers reflectively up and down the sides 
               of the almost empty highball glass.

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         ...she cried when she saw it - it 
                         was so like her little room back 
                         home in Wisconsin.

               ADDISON eyeing her quizzically. He offers her the whiskey.

               MARGO shakes her head, absently. She looks down at her glass 
               again. Then, she raises her eyes to look at Eve.

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         ...the next three weeks were out of 
                         a fairy tale - and I was Cinderella 
                         in the last act. Eve became my sister, 
                         lawyer, mother, friend, psychiatrist 
                         and cop - the honeymoon was on...

               INT. MARGO'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

               It's one floor above street level. A long narrow room, smartly 
               furnished - including a Sarah Siddons Award.

               MARGO'S NARRATIVE overlaps into the scene which is a SILENT 
               ONE.

               Eve sits at a smart desk. She is just arranging a stack of 
               letters which she carries to Margo with a pen. Margo sits 
               comfortably by the fire with a play script. She hands the 
               scripts up to Eve, shakes her head and holds her nose. Eve 
               smiles, takes the script, hands Margo the letters to sign.

               Birdie comes in with a tea tray which she sets on a low table 
               before the fire.

               The phone rings.

               Birdie and Eve both go for it. Eve gets there first. By her 
               polite but negative attitude, we know she is giving someone 
               a skillful brush-off.

               Birdie glares first at her, then at Margo.

               Margo leans her head back, closes her eyes blissfully...

               Birdie slams the double door to the landing on her way out...

               INT. BACKSTAGE - CURRAN THEATER - DAY

               From the wings. The audience is never visible. Eve in the 
               f.g. Margo and company taking a curtain call. Tumultuous 
               applause... the curtain falls. The cast, except for Margo 
               and two male leads, walk off. The curtain rises again...

               EVE, watching and listening to the storm of applause. Her 
               eyes shine, she clasps and unclasps her hands...

               THE STAGE, Eve again in the f.g., but closer. Again the 
               curtain falls. This time the two men go off. Curtain rises 
               on Margo alone. If anything, the applause builds...

               EVE, that same hypnotic look... there are tears in her eyes.

               The curtain falls offscene, then rises again -

               MARGO, the curtain falls again between her and CAMERA...

               BACKSTAGE, the curtain just settling on the floor. Margo 
               starts off.

                                     STAGE MANAGER
                         One more?

                                     MARGO
                              (shakes her head)
                         From now on it's not applause - just 
                         something to do till the aisles get 
                         less crowded...

               She walks as she talks and winds up at Eve - still in the 
               wings. Eve's eyes are wet, she dabs at her nose.

                                     MARGO
                         What - again?

                                     EVE
                         I could watch you play that last 
                         scene a thousand times and cry
                         every time-

                                     MARGO
                              (grins)
                         Performance number one thousand of
                         this one - if I play it that long - 
                         will take place in a well-padded 
                         booby hatch...

               She takes Eve's arm, they stroll toward her dressing room.

                                     EVE
                         I must say you can certainly tell
                         Mr. Sampson's been gone a month.

                                     MARGO
                         You certainly can. Especially if 
                         you're me between now and tomorrow 
                         morning...

                                     EVE
                         I mean the performance. Except for 
                         you, you'd think he'd never even 
                         directed it - it's disgraceful the 
                         way they change everything around...

                                     MARGO
                              (smiles)
                         Well, teacher's away and actors will 
                         be actors...

                                     EVE
                         During your second act scene with 
                         your father, Roger Ferraday's supposed 
                         to stay way upstage at the arch. 
                         He's been coming closer down every 
                         night...

                                     MARGO
                         When he gets too close, I'll spit in 
                         his eye.

               They're at her dressing room by now. Margo's been unhooking 
               her gown, with Eve's help. They go in.

               INT. MARGO'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT

               It's undergone quite a change. A new carpet, chintz covers 
               for the furniture, new lampshades, dainty curtains across 
               the filthy barred window.

               Birdie waits within. She's listening to a fight; she shuts 
               it off as they enter.

                                     MARGO
                              (entering)
                         You bought the new girdles a size 
                         smaller. I can feel it.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Something maybe grew a size bigger.

                                     MARGO
                         When we get home you're going to get 
                         into one of those girdles and act 
                         for two and half hours.

                                     BIRDIE
                         I couldn't get into the girdle in 
                         two an' a half hours...

               Margo's out of her wig and dress by now. She gets into her 
               robe, sits at the dressing table. Eve's on the chaise, by 
               the discarded costume.

                                     EVE
                         You haven't noticed my latest bit of 
                         interior decorating...

                                     MARGO
                              (turns, looks)
                         Well, you've done so much... what's 
                         new?

                                     EVE
                         The curtains. I made them myself.

                                     MARGO
                         They are lovely. Aren't they lovely, 
                         Birdie?

                                     BIRDIE
                         Adorable. We now got everything a 
                         dressing room needs except a 
                         basketball hoop.

                                     MARGO
                         Just because you can't even work a 
                         zipper. It was very thoughtful,
                         Eve, and I appreciate it-

               A pause. Eve rises, picking up Margo's costume.

                                     EVE
                         While you're cleaning up, I'll take
                         this to the wardrobe mistress-

                                     MARGO
                         Don't bother. Mrs. Brown'll be along 
                         for it in a minute.

                                     EVE
                         No trouble at all.

               And she goes out with the costume. Birdie opens her mouth, 
               shuts it, then opens it again.

                                     BIRDIE
                         If I may so bold as to say something - 
                         did you ever hear the word "union"?

                                     MARGO
                         Behind in your dues? How much?

                                     BIRDIE
                         I haven't got a union. I'm slave 
                         labor.

                                     MARGO
                         Well?

                                     BIRDIE
                         But the wardrobe women have got one. 
                         And next to a tenor, a wardrobe woman 
                         is the touchiest thing in show 
                         business-

                                     MARGO
                              (catching on)
                         Oh-oh.

                                     BIRDIE
                         She's got two things to do - carry 
                         clothes an' press 'em wrong - an' 
                         just let anybody else muscle in...

               As she talks, Margo hurries to the door and out after Eve.

               INT. BACKSTAGE - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               Margo pops out, looks for Eve, then stares in amazement.

               EVE, near the wings. She stands before a couple of cheval 
               mirrors set up for cast members. She has Margo's dress held 
               up against her body. She turns this way and that, bows as if 
               to applause - mimicking Margo exactly...

               MARGO watches her curiously. Then she smiles.

                                     MARGO
                              (calling)
                         Eve-

               EVE, startled, whips the gown away, turns to Margo.

               MARGO smiles understandingly.

                                     MARGO
                              (quietly)
                         I think we'd better let Mrs. Brown 
                         pick up the wardrobe...

               Wordlessly, Eve brings it toward her...

               INT. MARGO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

               Margo's asleep. A bedside clock with a luminous dial reads 3 
               A.M. exactly. The phone rings. Her head comes up out of the 
               pillow, she shakes it. She fumbles, switches on a lamp, then 
               picks up the phone.

                                     MARGO
                         Hello..

                                     OPERATOR'S VOICE
                         We are ready with your call to Beverly 
                         Hills...

                                     MARGO
                         Call, what call?

                                     OPERATOR'S VOICE
                         It this Templeton 89970? Miss Margo
                         Channing?

                                     MARGO
                         That's right, but I don't
                         understand-

                                     OPERATOR'S VOICE
                         We are ready with the call you placed 
                         for 12 midnight, California time, to 
                         Mr. William Sampson in Beverly 
                         Hills...

                                     MARGO
                         I placed...?

                                     OPERATOR'S VOICE
                         Go ahead, please...

                                     BILL'S VOICE
                              (a loud, happy squawk)
                         Margo! What a wonderful surprise!

               Margo jumps at his vehemence. As she does so, the SCREEN 
               WIPES DOWN DIAGONALLY LEFT TO RIGHT, so that Margo remains 
               in the lower right-hand diagonal of the screen and Bill is 
               is closed in the upper left. He, too, is in bed, reading. 
               His clock says midnight.

                                     BILL
                              (continuing)
                         What a thoughtful, ever-lovin' thing 
                         to do-

                                     MARGO
                              (dazed)
                         Bill? Have I gone crazy, Bill?

                                     BILL
                         You're my girl, aren't you?

                                     MARGO
                         That I am...

                                     BILL
                         Then you're crazy.

                                     MARGO
                              (nods in agreement)
                         When - when are you coming back?

                                     BILL
                         I leave in a week - the picture's 
                         all wrapped up, we previewed last 
                         night... those previews. Like opening 
                         out of town, but terrifying. There's 
                         nothing you can do, you're trapped, 
                         you're in a tin can-

                                     MARGO
                         In a tin can, cellophane or wrapped 
                         in a Navajo blanket, I want you 
                         home...

                                     BILL
                         You in a hurry?

                                     MARGO
                         A big hurry, be quick about it - so 
                         good night, darling, and sleep 
                         tight...

                                     BILL
                         Wait a minute! You can't hang up,
                         you haven't even said it-

                                     MARGO
                         Bill, you know how much I do - but 
                         over the phone, now really, that's 
                         kid stuff...

                                     BILL
                         Kid stuff or not, it doesn't happen 
                         every day, I want to heat it - and 
                         if you won't say it, you can sing 
                         it...

                                     MARGO
                              (convinced he's gone 
                              mad)
                         Sing it?

                                     BILL
                         Sure! Like the Western Union boys 
                         used to do...

               Margo's eyes pop. Her jaw and the phone sag.

                                     MARGO
                         Bill... Bill, it's your birthday.

                                     BILL
                         And who remembered it? Who was there 
                         on the dot, at twelve midnight...?

               Margo knows damn well it wasn't she.

                                     MARGO
                              (miserably)
                         Happy birthday, darling...

                                     BILL
                         The reading could have been better, 
                         but you said it - now "many happy 
                         returns of the day..."

                                     MARGO
                              (the same)
                         Many happy returns of the day...

                                     BILL
                         I get a party, don't I?

                                     MARGO
                         Of course, birthday and welcome 
                         home... who'll I ask?

                                     BILL
                              (laughs)
                         It's no secret, I know all about the 
                         party - Eve wrote me...

                                     MARGO
                         She did...?

                                     BILL
                         She hasn't missed a week since I 
                         left - but you know all that, you 
                         probably tell her what to write... 
                         anyway, I sent her a list of people 
                         to ask - check with her.

                                     MARGO
                         Yeah... I will.

                                     BILL
                         How is Eve? Okay?

                                     MARGO
                         Okay.

                                     BILL
                         I love you...

                                     MARGO
                              (mutters)
                         I'll check with Eve...

                                     BILL
                         What?

                                     MARGO
                         I love you too. Good night, darling-

                                     BILL
                         See you...

               Margo hangs up. Bill hangs up. He replaces the phone, picks 
               up his book... SLOW WIPE until ONLY MARGO is on screen. She 
               puts her phone away. She gets a cigarette. She lights it. 
               She rolls over on her back...

               INT. MARGO'S BEDROOM - DAY

               Margo is propped up in bed, still reflective. Birdie comes 
               in with her breakfast tray and a "hi" which gets a "hi" from 
               Margo. She starts on some petty chores. Margo takes a sip of 
               orange juice...

                                     MARGO
                         Birdie-

                                     BIRDIE
                         Hmm?

                                     MARGO
                         You don't like Eve, do you?

                                     BIRDIE
                         Do you want an argument or an answer?

                                     MARGO
                         An answer.

                                     BIRDIE
                         No.

                                     MARGO
                         Why not?

                                     BIRDIE
                         Now you want an argument.

                                     MARGO
                         She works hard.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Night an' day.

                                     MARGO
                         She's loyal and efficient-

                                     BIRDIE
                         Like an agent with one client.

                                     MARGO
                         She thinks only for me...
                              (no answer from Birdie)
                         ...doesn't she?

                                     BIRDIE
                              (finally)
                         Well... let's say she thinks only 
                         about you, anyway...

                                     MARGO
                         How do you mean that?

               Birdie stops whatever it is she's doing.

                                     BIRDIE
                         I'll tell you how. Like - let's see,
                         like she was studyin' you, like you 
                         were a play or a book or a set of 
                         blueprints. How you walk, talk, think, 
                         eat, sleep-

                                     MARGO
                              (breaks in; sharply)
                         I'm sure that's very flattering, 
                         Birdie, and I'm sure there's nothing 
                         wrong with that!

               There is a sharp, brisk knock. Eve comes in. She's dressed 
               in a smart suit. She carries a leather portfolio.

                                     EVE
                         Good morning!

               Margo says "good morning," Birdie says nothing. Eve shows 
               off the suit, proudly.

                                     EVE
                         Well - what do you think of my elegant 
                         new suit?

                                     MARGO
                         Very becoming. It looks better on 
                         you than it did on me.

                                     EVE
                              (scoffs)
                         I can imagine... you know, all it 
                         needed was some taking in here and 
                         letting out there - are you sure you 
                         won't want it yourself?

                                     MARGO
                         Quite sure. I find it just a bit too - 
                         too "Seventeenish" for me...

                                     EVE
                              (laughs)
                         Oh, come now, as though you were an 
                         old lady... I'm on my way. Is there 
                         anything more you've thought of-?

                                     MARGO
                         There's the script to go back to
                         the Guild-

                                     EVE
                         I've got it.

                                     MARGO
                         And those checks or whatever it is 
                         for the income tax man.

                                     EVE
                         Right here.

                                     MARGO
                         It seems I can't think of a thing 
                         you haven't thought of...

                                     EVE
                              (smile)
                         That's my job.
                              (she turns to go)
                         See you at tea time...

                                     MARGO
                         Eve...
                              (Eve turns at the 
                              door)
                         ...by any chance, did you place a 
                         call from me to Bill for midnight 
                         California time?

                                     EVE
                              (gasps)
                         Oh, golly. And I forgot to tell you-

                                     MARGO
                         Yes, dear. You forgot all about it.

                                     EVE
                         Well, I was sure you'd want to, of 
                         course, being his birthday, and you've 
                         been so busy these past few days, 
                         and last night I meant to tell you 
                         before you went out with the Richards - 
                         and I guess I was asleep when you 
                         got home...

                                     MARGO
                         Yes, I guess you were. It - it was 
                         very thoughtful of you, Eve.

                                     EVE
                         Mr. Sampson's birthday. I certainly 
                         wouldn't forget that. You'd never 
                         forgive me.
                              (she smiles shyly)
                         As a matter of fact, I sent him a 
                         telegram myself...

               And she's gone. Margo stares at the closed door. Then at 
               Birdie. Birdie, without comment, goes out. Margo, alone, 
               looks down at her orange juice. Absently, she twirls it in 
               its bed of shaved ice...

               INT. DINING HALL - SARAH SIDDONS SOCIETY - NIGHT

               MARGO, reflectively twirling her highball glass. The applause 
               continues. She lifts her glass to drink. Her glance meets 
               Karen's. She raises the glass in a silent toast.

               KAREN smiles wanly at Margo's toast. Then the smile fades as 
               she looks reflectively back to Eve...

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         I saw Eve quite often after our first 
                         meeting, but we never really talked 
                         again - until the party Margo gave 
                         for Bill when he returned from 
                         Hollywood...

               INT. MARGO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

               It's January. The bed is littered with fur coats. Through 
               the open door, from the floor below, the murmur of a party 
               at a late hour. No hilarity.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         It's always convenient at a party to 
                         know the hostess well enough to use 
                         her bedroom rather than go where all 
                         the others have to go...

               Karen is making repairs at Margo's dressing table. Eve enters, 
               carrying a magnificent sable coat which she drops on the 
               bed.

                                     KAREN
                         Now who shows up at this hour?
                         It's time people went home - hold 
                         that coat up...
                              (Eve holds it up; 
                              Karen whistles)
                         ...whose is it?

                                     EVE
                         Some Hollywood movie star, her plane 
                         got in late.

                                     KAREN
                         Discouraging, isn't it? Women with 
                         furs like that where it never gets 
                         cold...

                                     EVE
                         Hollywood.

                                     KAREN
                         Tell me, Eve - how are things with 
                         you? Happy?

               Eve melts into warmth. She beams, sits on the bed. Karen has 
               spun around on the dressing table stool.

                                     EVE
                         There should be a new word for 
                         happiness. Being here with Miss 
                         Channing has been - I just can't 
                         say, she's been so wonderful, done
                         so much for me-

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         Lloyd says Margo compensates for 
                         underplaying on the stage by 
                         overplaying reality...
                              (she gets up, gets 
                              her coat)
                         ...next to that sable, my new mink 
                         seems like an old bedjacket...
                              (throws it over her 
                              shoulder)
                         ...you've done your share, Eve.
                         You've worked wonders with Margo...

               She starts out.

                                     EVE
                              (hesitantly)
                         Mrs. Richards.

                                     KAREN
                              (pauses, smiles)
                         Karen.

                                     EVE
                         Karen...
                              (she picks at the 
                              coverlet)
                         ...isn't it awful, I'm about to ask 
                         you for another favor - after all 
                         you've already done.

                                     KAREN
                              (crosses to her)
                         Nobody's done so much, Eve, you've 
                         got to stop thinking of yourself as 
                         one of the Hundred Neediest Cases... 
                         what is it?

                                     EVE
                         Well... Miss Channing's affairs are 
                         in such good shape... there isn't 
                         enough to keep me as busy as I should 
                         be, really - not that I've ever 
                         considered anything that would take 
                         me away from her... but the other 
                         day - when I heard Mr. Fabian tell 
                         Miss Channing that her understudy 
                         was going to have a baby, and they'd 
                         have to replace her...

               She looks down at the coverlet once more.

                                     KAREN
                         ...you want to be Margo's new 
                         understudy.

                                     EVE
                         I don't let myself think about it,
                         even-
                              (she looks up, rises 
                              as she speaks)
                         but I do know the part so well, and 
                         every bit of the staging, there'd be 
                         no need to break in a new girl-
                              (suddenly afraid, she 
                              sits)
                         but suppose I had to go on one night? 
                         To an audience that came to see Margo 
                         Channing. No, I couldn't possibly...

                                     KAREN
                              (laughs)
                         Don't worry too much about that.
                         Margo just doesn't miss performances. 
                         If she can walk, crawl or roll - she 
                         plays.

                                     EVE
                              (nods proudly)
                         The show must go on.

                                     KAREN
                         No, dear. Margo must go on.
                              (she sits beside Eve)
                         As a matter of fact, I see no reason 
                         why you shouldn't be Margo's 
                         understudy...

                                     EVE
                         Do you think Miss Channing would 
                         approve?

                                     KAREN
                         I think she would cheer.

                                     EVE
                         But Mr. Richards and Mr. Sampson-

                                     KAREN
                         They'll do as they're told.

               Eve smiles a little. A pause.

                                     EVE
                         Then - would you talk to Mr. Fabian 
                         about it?

                                     KAREN
                         Of course.

                                     EVE
                         You won't forget it?

                                     KAREN
                         I won't forget.

                                     EVE
                         I seem to be forever thanking you 
                         for something, don't I?

               She hugs Karen, leaves. She nearly collides with Birdie on 
               her way in.

                                     BIRDIE
                         The bed looks like a dead animal 
                         act. Which one is sables?

                                     KAREN
                              (pointing)
                         But she just got here...

                                     BIRDIE
                         She's on her way. With half the men 
                         in the joint.
                              (she hold up the coat)
                         It's only a fur coat...

                                     KAREN
                         What did you expect - live sables?

                                     BIRDIE
                         Diamond collar, gold sleeves - you 
                         know, picture people...

               They start out.

                                     KAREN
                         Bill says actors out there eat just
                         as infrequently as here-

                                     BIRDIE
                         They can always grab oranges off
                         trees. This you can't do in Times 
                         Square...

               Through the open door, we see them go down the stairs and 
               out of sight.

               INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING AND STAIRS - NIGHT

               Karen and Birdie come down the stairs to Bill, Max, Addison, 
               a blonde young lady named MISS CASWELL (Addison's protegee-
               of the-moment) - and, at the feet of Bill and Addison... 
               Eve.

               They are all seated on the steps.

               Birdie goes through and down the stairs to the first floor.

               Karen remains with the others.

               Addison is holding forth:

                                     ADDISON
                         Every now and then, some elder 
                         statesman of the Theater or cinema 
                         assures the public that actors and 
                         actresses are just plain folk.  
                         Ignoring the fact that their greatest 
                         attraction to the public is their 
                         complete lack of resemblance to normal 
                         human beings.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                              (as Birdie and the 
                              sables pass)
                         Now there's something a girl could 
                         make sacrifices for.

                                     BILL'S VOICE
                         And probably has.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         Sable.

                                     MAX
                              (to Miss Caswell)
                         Did you say sable - or Gable?

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         Either one.

                                     ADDISON
                         It is senseless to insist that 
                         theatrical folk in New York, Hollywood 
                         and London are no different from the 
                         good people of Des Moines, Chillicothe 
                         and Liverpool. By and large, we are 
                         concentrated gatherings of neurotics, 
                         egomaniacs, emotional misfits, and 
                         precocious children-

                                     MAX
                              (to Bill)
                         Gable. Why a feller like that don't 
                         come East to do a play...

                                     BILL
                              (nods)
                         He must be miserable, the life he
                         lives out there-

                                     ADDISON
                         These so-called abnormalities - 
                         they're our stock in trade, they 
                         make us actors, writers, directors, 
                         et cetera in the first place-

                                     MAX
                         Answer me this. What makes a man 
                         become a producer?

                                     ADDISON
                         What makes a man walk into a lion 
                         cage with nothing but a chair?

                                     MAX
                         This answer satisfies me a hundred 
                         percent.

                                     ADDISON
                         We all have abnormality in common.
                         We are a breed apart from the rest 
                         of the humanity, we Theater folk.  
                         We are the original displaced 
                         personalities...

                                     BILL
                              (laughs; to Eve)
                         You don't have to read his column 
                         tomorrow - you just heard it. I don't 
                         agree, Addison...

                                     ADDISON
                         That happens to be your particular 
                         abnormality.

                                     BILL
                         Oh, I admit there's a screwball 
                         element in the Theater. It sticks 
                         out, it's got spotlights on it and a 
                         brass band. But it isn't basic, it 
                         isn't standard - if it were, the 
                         Theater couldn't survive...

                                     MISS CASWELL
                              (to a passing butler)
                         Oh, waiter...

               The butler goes right by.

                                     ADDISON
                         That isn't a waiter, my dear.
                         That's a butler.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         Well, I can't yell "Oh, butler," can 
                         I? Maybe somebody's name is Butler...

                                     ADDISON
                         You have a point. An idiotic one, 
                         but a point.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         I don't want to make trouble. All I 
                         want is a drink.

                                     MAX
                              (getting up)
                         Leave me get you one...

                                     MISS CASWELL
                              (pitching)
                         Oh, thank you, Mr. Fabian.

               Max leaves with her empty glass.

                                     ADDISON
                         Well done. I see your career rising 
                         in the East like the sun...
                              (to Bill)
                         ...you were saying?

                                     BILL
                         I was saying that the Theater is 
                         nine-tenths hard work. Work done the 
                         hard way - by sweat, application and 
                         craftsmanship. I'll agree to this -
                         that to be a good actor, actress, or 
                         anything else in the Theater, means 
                         wanting to be that more than anything 
                         else in the world...

                                     EVE
                              (abruptly)
                         Yes. Yes, it does.

                                     BILL
                              (goes on)
                         It means concentration of ambition, 
                         desire, and sacrifice such as no 
                         other profession demands... And I'll 
                         agree that the man or woman who 
                         accepts those terms can't be ordinary, 
                         can't be - just someone.  To give so 
                         much for almost always so little...

               Eve speaks almost unaware of what she says. She looks at no 
               one in particular, just off...

                                     EVE
                         So little. So little, did you say?
                         Why, if there's nothing else - there's 
                         applause. It's like - like waves of 
                         love coming over the footlights and 
                         wrapping you up.  Imagine...  To 
                         know, every night, that different 
                         hundreds of people love you... they 
                         smile, their eyes shine you've pleased 
                         them, they want you, you belong. 
                         Just that alone is worth anything...

               She becomes aware of Addison's strange smile, of Bill's looks 
               of warm interest. She's embarrassed, she turns away - then 
               scrambles to her feet as Margo approaches with Lloyd from 
               the direction of the pantry.

               Margo's had too much to drink. Her fake smile fades as Eve 
               gets up. She's unpleasant and depressed.

                                     MARGO
                         Don't get up. And please stop acting 
                         as if I were the queen mother.

                                     EVE
                              (hurt)
                         I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

                                     BILL
                              (sharply)
                         Outside of a beehive, Margo, your 
                         behavior would hardly be considered 
                         either queenly or motherly!

                                     MARGO
                         You're in a beehive, pal, didn't you 
                         know? We're all busy little bees, 
                         full of stings, making honey
                         day and night-
                              (to Eve)
                         aren't we, honey?

                                     KAREN
                         Margo, really...

                                     MARGO
                         Please don't play governess, Karen, 
                         I haven't your unyielding good taste, 
                         I wish I'd gone to Radcliffe
                         too but father wouldn't hear of it -
                         he needed help at the notions 
                         counter...
                              (to Addison)
                         I'm being rude now, aren't I?  Or 
                         should I say "ain't I"?

                                     ADDISON
                         You're maudlin and full of self pity. 
                         You're magnificent.

               Max has come up with Miss Caswell's drink.

                                     LLOYD
                         How about calling it a night?

                                     MARGO
                         And you pose as a playwright. A 
                         situation pregnant with possibilities - 
                         and all you can think of is everybody 
                         to go to sleep...

                                     BILL
                         It's a good thought.

                                     MARGO
                         It won't play.

                                     KAREN
                         As a nonprofessional, I think it's 
                         an excellent idea. Undramatic, but 
                         practical...

               As she speaks, she makes her way to Lloyd's side.

                                     MARGO
                         Happy little housewife...

                                     BILL
                         Cut it out.

                                     MARGO
                         This is my house, not a theater! In 
                         my house you're a guest, not a 
                         director-!

                                     KAREN
                         Then stop being a star - start 
                         treating your guests as your 
                         supporting cast!

                                     ADDISON
                         Hear, hear...

                                     LLOYD
                         Now let's not get into a big hassle-

                                     KAREN
                         It's about time we did! It's about 
                         time Margo realized that what's 
                         attractive on stage need not 
                         necessarily be attractive off.

                                     MARGO
                              (suddenly)
                         All right! I'm going to bed.
                              (to Bill)
                         You be the host. It's your party.
                         Happy Birthday, welcome home, and we-
                         who-are-about-to-die-salute-you.

               She starts upstairs.

                                     BILL
                         Need any help?

                                     MARGO
                              (pauses, smiles)
                         To put me to bed?  Take my clothes 
                         off, hold my head, tuck me in, turn 
                         off the lights, tiptoe out...?  Eve 
                         would. Wouldn't you, Eve?

                                     EVE
                         If you'd like.

                                     MARGO
                         I wouldn't like.

               She goes up, exits out of sight. A pause. Miss Caswell reaches 
               up to take the drink out of Max's hand.

                                     MAX
                         I forgot I had it.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         I didn't.

               Bill gets up and goes after Margo...

                                     ADDISON
                         Too bad! We'll miss the third act.
                         They're going to play it off stage.

               Eve turns away abruptly, in sudden tears.

                                     LLOYD
                         Coming?

                                     KAREN
                         In a minute...

               She crosses to Eve, puts an arm around her.

                                     KAREN
                         You mustn't mind Margo too much, 
                         even if I do...

                                     EVE
                         But there must be some reason, 
                         something I've done without knowing...

                                     KAREN
                         The reason is Margo and don't try to 
                         figure it out. Einstein couldn't.

                                     EVE
                         If I thought I'd offended her, of
                         all people-

                                     KAREN
                         Eve. I'm fond of Margo too. But I 
                         know Margo. And every now and then 
                         there is nothing I want to do so 
                         much as to kick her right square in 
                         the pants.

                                     EVE
                              (smiles)
                         Well - if she's got to pick on 
                         someone, I'd just as soon it was me.

               Karen smiles back. She joins Lloyd and Max.

                                     LLOYD
                         Max is going to drop us...

                                     ADDISON
                         I've often wondered, Max, why you 
                         bother with a chauffeur and limousine 
                         in New York City.

                                     MAX
                         In my case it's necessary. Too many 
                         taxi drivers write plays.

                                     ADDISON
                         And too many of them are produced.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         Let's go sit by the piano.

                                     ADDISON
                         You have me confused with Dan Dailey. 
                         You go sit by the piano.
                              (to Eve)
                         And you come sit by me.
                              (to the others)
                         Good night.

               They laugh, say "good night," and start downstairs. As Eve 
               crosses to Addison:

                                     EVE
                         Karen...
                              (Karen pauses)
                         ...you won't forget, will you?
                         What we talked about before?

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         No, Eve, I won't forget...

               She follows the men downstairs. CLOSE UP of an old engraving 
               of Mrs. Siddons as 'The Tragic Muse' which hangs among other 
               theatrical mementos on the stair wall...

               INT. DINING HALL - SARAH SIDDONS SOCIETY - NIGHT

               The applause continues. Margo sits back in her chair now, 
               picking at a bit of fingernail polish...

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         Bill's welcoming-home-birthday 
                         party... a night to go down in 
                         history. Like the Chicago Fire - or 
                         the Massacre of the Huguenots. Even 
                         before the party started, I could 
                         smell disaster in the air...

               INT. MARGO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

               The same night as the previous sequence, but before the party 
               has started. Margo is all dressed except for jewelry. She 
               stands before her dressing table putting it on. She sips at 
               an enormous Martini...

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         I knew it, I sensed it even as I 
                         finished dressing for that blasted 
                         party...

               Birdie comes in.

                                     BIRDIE
                         You all put together?

                                     MARGO
                         My back's open.
                              (Birdie goes to work 
                              on it)
                         Did the extra help get here?

                                     BIRDIE
                         There's some loose characters dressed 
                         like maids and butlers.  Who'd you 
                         call - the William Morris Agency?

                                     MARGO
                         You're not being funny, I could get 
                         actors for less. What about the food?

                                     BIRDIE
                         The caterer had to back for hors
                         d'oeuvres-
                              (she zips Margo)
                         Voila.

                                     MARGO
                              (laughs)
                         That French ventriloquist taught you 
                         a lot, didn't he?

                                     BIRDIE
                         There was nothing he didn't know.
                              (she starts tidying 
                              the room)
                         There's a message from the bartender. 
                         Does Miss Channing know we ordered 
                         domestic gin by mistake?

                                     MARGO
                         The only thing I ordered by mistake 
                         is the guests.
                              (Birdie cackles)
                         They're domestic, too, and they don't 
                         care what they drink as long as it 
                         burns... where's Bill? He's late.

                                     BIRDIE
                         Late for what?

                                     MARGO
                         Don't be dense. The party.

                                     BIRDIE
                         I ain't dense. And he's been here 
                         twenty minutes.

                                     MARGO
                         Well, I certainly think it's odd he 
                         hasn't even come up...

               Her glance meets Birdie's. She turns and strolls out.

               INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT

               Margo speeds up going down the stairs.

               INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT

               Margo shows up again deliberately as she reaches the landing.

               Sound of Bill and Eve laughing together from the living room.

               Margo strolls toward it casually.

               We see Eve seated, looking up fascinated at Bill as he talks - 
               out of the laughter...

                                     BILL
                         "Don't let it worry you," said the 
                         cameraman, "Even DeMille couldn't 
                         see anything looking through the 
                         wrong end-"
                              (Eve chuckles)
                         So that was the first and last time-

               Eve sees Margo approach. She gets up. Bill turns.

               INT. MARGO'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               As Margo strolls up, very off-hand.

                                     MARGO
                         Don't let me kill the point. Or isn't 
                         it a story for grownups?

                                     BILL
                         You've heard it. About when I looked 
                         through the wrong end of a camera 
                         finder.

                                     MARGO
                              (to Eve)
                         Remind me to tell you about when I 
                         looked into the heart of an artichoke.

                                     EVE
                         I'd like to hear it.

                                     MARGO
                         Some snowy night in front of the 
                         fire... in the meantime, while we're 
                         on the subject, will you check about 
                         the hors d'oeuvres? The caterer forgot 
                         them, the varnish wasn't dry or 
                         something...

                                     EVE
                         Of course.

               She leaves. A short lull. Margo looks into cigarette boxes.

               Bill eyes her curiosity, crosses to the fire.

                                     BILL
                         Looks like I'm going to have a very 
                         fancy party...

                                     MARGO
                         Thought you were going to be late-

                                     BILL
                         When I'm guest of honor?

                                     MARGO
                         I had no idea you were even here.

                                     BILL
                         I ran into Eve on my way upstairs; 
                         she told me you were dressing.

                                     MARGO
                         That never stopped you before.

                                     BILL
                         Well, we started talking, she wanted 
                         to know all about Hollywood, she 
                         seemed so interested...

                                     MARGO
                         She's a girl of so many interests.

                                     BILL
                         It's a pretty rare quality these 
                         days.

                                     MARGO
                         She's a girl of so many rare 
                         qualities.

                                     BILL
                         So she seems.

                                     MARGO
                              (the steel begins to 
                              flash)
                         So you've pointed out, so often. So 
                         many qualities, so often. Her loyalty, 
                         efficiency, devotion, warmth, 
                         affection - and so young.
                         So young and so fair...

               Bill catches the drift. Incredulously.

                                     BILL
                         I can't believe you're making this 
                         up - it sounds like something out of 
                         an old Clyde Fitch play...

                                     MARGO
                         Clyde Fitch, thought you may not 
                         think so, was well before my time!

                                     BILL
                              (laughs)
                         I've always denied the legend that
                         you were in 'Our American Cousin' 
                         the night Lincoln was shot...

                                     MARGO
                         I don't think that's funny!

                                     BILL
                         Of course it's funny - this is all 
                         too laughable to be anything else.
                         You know what I think about this - 
                         this age obsession of yours - and 
                         now this ridiculous attempt to whip 
                         yourself up into a jealous froth 
                         because I spent ten minutes with a 
                         stage-struck kid-

                                     MARGO
                         Twenty minutes!

                                     BILL
                         Thirty minutes, forty minutes! What 
                         of it?

                                     MARGO
                         Stage-struck kid... she's a young 
                         lady - of qualities. And I'll have 
                         you know I'm fed up with both the 
                         young lady and her qualities!  
                         Studying me as if - as if I were a 
                         play or a set of blueprints! How I 
                         walk, talk, think, eat, sleep!

                                     BILL
                         Now how can you take offense at a 
                         kid trying in every way to be as 
                         much like her ideal as possible!

                                     MARGO
                         Stop calling her a kid! It so happens 
                         there are particular aspects of my 
                         life to which I would like to maintain 
                         sole and exclusive rights and 
                         privileges!

                                     BILL
                         For instance what?

                                     MARGO
                         For instance - you!

                                     BILL
                         This is my cue to take you in my 
                         arms and reassure you - but I'm not
                         going to. I'm too mad-

                                     MARGO
                         Guilty.

                                     BILL
                         Mad!  Darling, there are certain 
                         characteristics for which you are 
                         famous - on stage and off. I love 
                         you for some of them - and in spite 
                         of others. I haven't let those become 
                         too important to me. They're part of 
                         your equipment for getting along in 
                         what is laughably called our 
                         environment - you've got to keep 
                         your teeth sharp. All right.  But 
                         you will not sharpen them on me or 
                         on Eve...

                                     MARGO
                         What about her teeth? What about her 
                         fangs?

                                     BILL
                         She hasn't cut them yet, and you 
                         know it! So when you start judging 
                         an idealistic dreamy-eyed kid by the 
                         barroom, Benzedrine standards of 
                         this megalomaniac society - I won't 
                         have it! Eve Harrington has never by 
                         word, look, thought or suggestion 
                         indicated anything to me but her 
                         adoration for you and her happiness 
                         at our being in love! And to intimate 
                         anything else doesn't spell jealousy 
                         to me - it spells a paranoic 
                         insecurity that you should be ashamed 
                         of!

                                     MARGO
                         Cut! Print it!  What happens in the 
                         next reel? Do I get dragged off 
                         screaming to the snake pit?

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                              (quietly)
                         Miss Channing?

               Bill and Margo look off. Eve is in the room. They have no 
               way of knowing how long she's been there.

                                     EVE
                         The hors d'oeuvres are here. Is there 
                         anything else I can do?

                                     MARGO
                         Thank you, Eve. I'd like a Martini - 
                         very dry.

                                     BILL
                         I'll get it.
                              (he crosses to Eve)
                         What'll you have?

               Eve, involuntarily, looks to Margo.

                                     MARGO
                         A milkshake?

               Eve smiles, turns to Bill.

                                     EVE
                         A Martini. Very dry, please...

               Bill smiles back and starts across the landing toward the 
               pantry. As he crosses the stairs, Karen, Lloyd and Max come 
               up from the street level below. General greetings. Bill 
               continues up to pantry. Eve and then Margo come up to add 
               their welcome...

                                     EVE
                              (to Karen)
                         May I have your coat?

                                     KAREN
                         Don't bother, I can take it up 
                         myself...

                                     EVE
                         Please...

               Karen yields with a "thank you, Eve-." Eve goes up with the 
               coat. Lloyd looks after her approvingly.

                                     LLOYD
                         I like that girl. That quality of 
                         quiet graciousness...

                                     MARGO
                         ...Among so many quiet qualities.

               They start for the living room.

                                     KAREN
                         Margo, nothing you've ever done has 
                         made me as happy as your taking Eve 
                         in...

                                     MARGO
                         I'm so happy you're happy.

                                     MAX
                         Look, you haven't been running a 
                         settlement house exactly - the kid's 
                         earned her way. You had a pretty 
                         mixed-up inventory when she took 
                         over - merchandise laying all over 
                         the shop...

                                     LLOYD
                         You've got Margo mixed up with a 
                         five-and-ten-cent store...

                                     MARGO
                         Make it Bergdorf Goodman... and now 
                         everything is on its proper shelf, 
                         eh, Max? Done up in little ribbons.
                         I could die right now and nobody'd 
                         be confused. How about you, Max?

                                     MAX
                         How about me what?

               They've come to a halt near the fireplace.

                                     MARGO
                         Supposed you dropped dead. What about 
                         your inventory?

                                     MAX
                         I ain't gonna die. Not with a hit.

                                     KAREN
                         This is the most ghoulish 
                         conversation...

               Bill brings two Martinis. He hands one to Margo.

                                     MARGO
                              (it drips ice)
                         Thank you.

                                     BILL
                         Nothing, really...

                                     MARGO
                         The kid - junior, that is - will be 
                         right down. Unless you'd like to 
                         take her drink up to her...

                                     BILL
                              (smiles)
                         I can always get a fresh one. Karen
                         you're a Gibson girl...

               He hands Eve's drink to Karen. Max has wandered off. Other 
               guests are arriving. Margo gulps her drink, hands Bill the 
               empty glass. He puts it on a passing tray. Margo takes a 
               fresh one at the same time.

                                     LLOYD
                         The general atmosphere is very 
                         Macbethish. What has or is about to 
                         happen?

                                     MARGO
                              (to Bill)
                         What is he talking about?

                                     BILL
                         Macbeth.

                                     KAREN
                              (to Margo)
                         We know you, we've seen you before 
                         like this. Is it over - or just 
                         beginning?

               Margo surveys them all.

                                     MARGO
                         Fasten your seat belts. It's going 
                         to be a bumpy night.

               She downs the drink, hands the empty glass to Bill, and leaves 
               them. She passes two women, gabbing by the piano. As they 
               see her:

                                     WOMAN #1
                         Margo, darling!

                                     WOMAN #2
                         Darling!

                                     MARGO
                              (passing)
                         Darlings...

               She arrives at the landing just as Addison comes up with 
               Miss Caswell. Margo takes a drink from a passing tray.

                                     MARGO
                              (to Addison)
                         I distinctly remember striking your
                         name from the guest list. What are 
                         you doing here?

                                     ADDISON
                         Dear Margo. You were an unforgettable 
                         Peter Pan - you must play it again, 
                         soon. You remember Miss Caswell?

                                     MARGO
                         I do not. How do you do?

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         We never met. That's why.

                                     ADDISON
                         Miss Caswell is an actress. A graduate 
                         of Copacabana School of Dramatic 
                         Arts.
                              (his glance is 
                              attracted by Eve 
                              coming downstairs)
                         Ah... Eve.

                                     EVE
                              (deferentially)
                         Good evening, Mr. deWitt.

                                     MARGO
                         I had no idea you knew each other.

                                     ADDISON
                         This must be, at long last, our formal 
                         introduction. Until now we have met 
                         only in passing...

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         That's how you met me. In passing.

                                     MARGO
                              (smiles)
                         Eve, this is an old friend of Mr.  
                         deWitt's mother - Miss Caswell, Miss 
                         Harrington...
                              (the two girls say 
                              hello)
                         Addison, I've been wanting you to
                         meet Eve for the longest time-

                                     ADDISON
                              (murmurs)
                         It could only have been your natural 
                         timidity that kept you from mentioning 
                         it...

                                     MARGO
                         You've heard of her great interest
                         in the Theater-

                                     ADDISON
                         We have that in common.

                                     MARGO
                         Then you two must have a long talk-

                                     EVE
                         I'm afraid Mr. deWitt would find me 
                         boring before too long.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         You won't bore him, honey. You won't 
                         even get to talk.

                                     ADDISON
                              (icily)
                         Claudia dear, come closer.
                              (she does, and he 
                              points)
                         This is Max Fabian. He is a producer. 
                         Go do yourself some good.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                              (sighs)
                         Why do they always look like unhappy 
                         rabbits?

                                     ADDISON
                         Because that is what they are. Go 
                         make him happy.

               Miss Caswell drapes her coat over the rail, heads for Max.

               Addison puts Eve's arm in his.

                                     ADDISON
                              (to Margo)
                         You mustn't worry about your little 
                         charge. She is in safe hands.

                                     MARGO
                         Amen.

               Eve smiles uncertainly at Margo as he leads her away. Margo 
               looks after them. She downs her drink...

               INT. MARGO'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               It's many Martinis later. Most of the guests have gone. The 
               party has reached that static state - everyone's assumed 
               more or less permanent places.

               Birdie passes, carrying a cup of coffee. CAMERA FOLLOWS her 
               to the piano where Margo sits on the bench beside the pianist.  
               He is just finishing "Liebestraum" and she stares moodily 
               into a Martini. Birdie halts beside her with the coffee. 
               Margo looks up. Birdie holds out the coffee. Margo takes the 
               onion out of the Martini, drops it into the coffee and waves 
               Birdie away. Birdie goes. "Liebestraum" comes to an end. The 
               pianist tries to ease into a more sophisticated rhythm. Margo 
               stops him.

                                     MARGO
                              (quietly)
                         "Liebestraum."

                                     PIANIST
                         I just played it.

                                     MARGO
                         Play it again.

                                     PIANIST
                         But that was the fourth straight 
                         time.

                                     MARGO
                         Then this will be five. I suppose 
                         you think I'm too drunk to count.

                                     PIANIST
                         No. You're just crazy about 
                         "Liebestraum."

                                     MARGO
                         "Liebestraum."

                                     PIANIST
                         Look, Miss Channing... it's kind of 
                         depressing. If you don't mind my 
                         saying so, everybody's kind of dying 
                         on the vine...

                                     MARGO
                         My dear Horowitz. In the first place, 
                         I'm paying you union scale.  Second, 
                         it's my piano. Third, if everybody 
                         doesn't like kind of dying on the 
                         vine, they can get off the vine and 
                         go home.  "Liebestraum."

               Unhappily, he plays "Liebestraum." Margo sips her Martini, 
               stares down into it again. Bill tiptoes up.

                                     BILL
                              (whispers)
                         Many of your guests have been 
                         wondering when they may be permitted 
                         to view the body. Where has it been 
                         laid out?

                                     MARGO
                              (somberly)
                         It hasn't been laid out, we haven't 
                         finished with the embalming. As a 
                         matter of fact, you're looking at 
                         it. The remains of Margo Channing.
                         Sitting up. It is my last wish to be 
                         buried sitting up.

                                     BILL
                              (trying to kid her 
                              out of it)
                         Wouldn't you feel more natural taking 
                         a bow?

                                     MARGO
                         You know nothing about feelings, 
                         natural or unnatural.

                                     BILL
                         Then without feeling, your guests 
                         were also wondering whether the music 
                         couldn't be a shade more on the - 
                         shall we say, happier side?

                                     MARGO
                         If my guests do not like it here, I 
                         suggest they accompany you to the 
                         nursery where I'm sure you will all 
                         feel more at home.

               Bill is about to get mad - when Max bustles up.

                                     MAX
                         Margo. You by any chance got 
                         bicarbonate of soda in the house?

                                     MARGO
                              (sympathetic)
                         Poor Max. Heartburn?
                              (Max nods)
                         It's that Miss Caswell. I don't know 
                         why she doesn't give Addison 
                         heartburn.

                                     BILL
                         No heart to burn.

                                     MARGO
                         Everybody has a heart - except some 
                         people.
                              (she finishes her 
                              drink, stands up)
                         Of course I've got bicarb. There's a 
                         box in the pantry. We'll put your 
                         name on it. Max Fabian. It'll stay 
                         there. Always. Just for you.

                                     MAX
                              (touched)
                         Let the rest of the world beat their 
                         brains out for a buck. It's friends 
                         that count. And I got friends.

                                     MARGO
                         I love you, Max. I really mean it.
                         I love you. Come to the pantry.

               She takes off. Max waits to set Bill straight.

                                     MAX
                         She loves me like a father. Also, 
                         she's loaded.

               He starts off after Margo. As the CAMERA PANS with Bill we 
               see Margo going into the pantry with Max following her. Bill 
               joins Addison and Miss Caswell on the stairs.

               INT. PANTRY - NIGHT

               It's a good sized one. In the b.g., the caterers are packing 
               dishes, glassware, etc. Margo crosses to a cupboard. She 
               finds the bicarb.

                                     MARGO
                         Here you are, Maxie dear. One good 
                         burp and you'll be rid of that Miss 
                         Caswell...

                                     MAX
                         The situation I'm in ain't the kind 
                         you can belch your way out. I made
                         a promise...

                                     MARGO
                         Miss Caswell?
                              (Max nods)
                         What?

                                     MAX
                         An audition for the part we're 
                         replacing. What's-her-name, your 
                         sister...

               He adds water to the bicarb.

                                     MARGO
                         Well, if she can act, she might not 
                         be bad. She looks like she might 
                         burn down a plantation...

                                     MAX
                              (mixing)
                         I feel right now like there's one 
                         burning in me.

                                     MARGO
                         When's the audition?

                                     MAX
                         A couple of weeks.

                                     MARGO
                         I tell you what. Why don't I read 
                         with her?

                                     MAX
                         Would you?

                                     MARGO
                         Anything to help you out, Max.

                                     MAX
                         This is real cooperation. I appreciate 
                         it.

                                     MARGO
                         Not at all. And you could do me a
                         big favor, if you would-

                                     MAX
                         All you got to do is name it.

                                     MARGO
                         Give Eve Harrington a job in you 
                         office.

               Max burps.

                                     MARGO
                         You get quick action, don't you?

                                     MAX
                         Margo, I wouldn't think of taking 
                         that girl away from you...

                                     MARGO
                         You said yourself my inventory was 
                         in good shape - all of my merchandise 
                         put away. To keep her here with 
                         nothing to do - I'd be standing in 
                         her way... and you need her, Max.

                                     MAX
                         But what could she do?

                                     MARGO
                         She'd be a great help - read scripts, 
                         interview people you have to see, 
                         get rid of the ones you don't have 
                         to... you'd be a man of leisure-

                                     MAX
                         Well...

                                     MARGO
                         Think of your health, Max - more 
                         time to relax out in the fresh air 
                         at a race track...

                                     MAX
                         I don't know if this would be a wise 
                         move...

                                     MARGO
                         Promise.

                                     MAX
                         I promise.

                                     MARGO
                              (happily)
                         That's my Max.

               Lloyd enters, looking for her.

                                     LLOYD
                         There you are, both of you. Max,
                         Karen has decided it's time to go.

                                     MARGO
                         Where is she?

                                     LLOYD
                         Up in the room.

                                     MAX
                         If you'll excuse me-
                              (to Margo)
                         I'll tell Miss Caswell...

               He goes out. A pause.

                                     MARGO
                         Who's left out there?

                                     LLOYD
                         Too many. And you've got a new guest. 
                         A movie star from Hollywood.

                                     MARGO
                         Shucks. And my autograph book is at 
                         the cleaners.

               Another pause.

                                     MARGO
                         You disapprove of me when I'm like 
                         this, don't you?

                                     LLOYD
                         Not exactly. Sometimes, though, I 
                         wish I understood you better.

                                     MARGO
                         When you do, let me in on it.

                                     LLOYD
                         I will.

               Another pause.

                                     MARGO
                         How's the new one coming?

                                     LLOYD
                         The play? All right, I guess...

                                     MARGO
                         "Cora." She's - still a girl of 
                         twenty?

                                     LLOYD
                         Twentyish. It isn't important.

                                     MARGO
                         Don't you think it's about time it 
                         became important?

                                     LLOYD
                         How do you mean?

                                     MARGO
                         Don't be evasive.

                                     LLOYD
                         Margo, you haven't got any age.

                                     MARGO
                         Miss Channing is ageless. Spoken 
                         like a press agent.

                                     LLOYD
                         I know what I'm talking about, after 
                         all they're my plays...

                                     MARGO
                         Spoken like an author.
                              (abruptly)
                         Lloyd, I'm not twentyish. I am not 
                         thirtyish. Three months ago, I was 
                         forty years old. Forty. Four oh.
                              (smiles)
                         That slipped out, I hadn't quite 
                         made up my mind to admit it. Now I 
                         feel as if I'd suddenly taken all my 
                         clothes off...

                                     LLOYD
                         Week after week, to thousands of 
                         people, you're as young as you want...

                                     MARGO
                         ...as young as they want, you mean. 
                         And I'm not interested in whether 
                         thousands of people think I'm six or 
                         six hundred-

                                     LLOYD
                         Just one person. Isn't that so?
                              (Margo doesn't answer)
                         You know what this is all about, 
                         don't you? It has very little to do 
                         with whether you should play "Cora"
                         it has everything to do with the 
                         fact that you've had another fight 
                         with Bill.

               A pause. Margo closes the box of bicarb.

                                     MARGO
                         Bill's thirty-two. He looks thirty 
                         two. He looked it five years ago, 
                         he'll look it twenty years from now. 
                         I hate men.
                              (she puts the box 
                              down)
                         Don't worry, Lloyd. I'll play your 
                         play. I'll wear rompers and come in 
                         rolling a hoop if you like... let's 
                         go say good night.

               They exit into the dining room. As they open the swinging 
               door, the CAMERA REMAINS in the doorway. Margo and Lloyd 
               walk toward the stairs. In the b.g., Eve is talking to the 
               group.

               How much she says is dependent on how long it takes Margo 
               and Lloyd to reach her.

                                     EVE
                              (in the b.g.)
                         Imagine... to know, every night, 
                         that different hundreds of people 
                         love you... They smile, their eyes 
                         shine - you've pleased them, they 
                         want you, you belong. Anything's 
                         worth that.

               Just as before, she becomes aware of Margo's approach with 
               Lloyd. She scrambles to her feet...

                                     MARGO
                         Don't get up. And please stop acting 
                         as if I were the queen mother.

               And as Margo speaks - or before - we

                                                                   FADE OUT

               FADE IN:

               EXT. N.Y. THEATER STREET - DAY

               Margo gets out of a cab in front of the theater and goes in.

               It's Friday afternoon - no performance.

                                     MARGO'S VOICE
                         What was it the wise man said - "This, 
                         too, will pass away"? Two weeks later - 
                         the day of the audition - all was 
                         well with Bill and me, the world and 
                         me-

               INT. LOBBY AND FOYER - CURRAN THEATER - DAY

               Margo comes from the street through the lobby (a few people 
               buying tickets) and into the deserted foyer. She spots Addison 
               sprawled on one of the sofas.

                                     MARGO
                         Why so remote, Addison? I should 
                         think you'd be at the side of your 
                         protegee, lending her moral support...

                                     ADDISON
                         Miss Caswell, at the moment, is where 
                         I can lend no support - moral or 
                         otherwise.

                                     MARGO
                         The ladies' - shall we say - lounge?

                                     ADDISON
                         Being violently ill to her tummy.

                                     MARGO
                         It's good luck before an audition.
                         She'll be all right once it starts.

               She heads for the auditorium.

                                     ADDISON
                         Miss Caswell got lucky too late.
                         The audition is over.

                                     MARGO
                              (stops)
                         Over? It can't be. I've come to read 
                         with her. I promised Max.

                                     ADDISON
                         The audition was called for 2:30.
                         It is now nearly four.

                                     MARGO
                              (lightly)
                         Is it really? I must start wearing a 
                         watch, I never do, you know...  who 
                         read with Miss Caswell? Bill?
                              (he shakes his head)
                         Lloyd?
                              (he shakes his head)
                         Well, it couldn't have been Max!  
                         Who?

                                     ADDISON
                         Naturally enough, your understudy.

                                     MARGO
                         I consider it highly unnatural to 
                         allow a girl in an advanced state
                         of pregnancy-

                                     ADDISON
                         I refer to your new and unpregnant 
                         understudy. Eve Harrington.

                                     MARGO
                         Eve! My understudy...

                                     ADDISON
                              (keenly)
                         Didn't you know?

                                     MARGO
                              (quickly)
                         Of course I knew.

                                     ADDISON
                         It just slipped your mind.

               A moment of silence.

                                     MARGO
                         How... how was Miss Caswell?

                                     ADDISON
                         Frankly, I don't remember.

                                     MARGO
                         Just slipped your mind.

                                     ADDISON
                         Completely. Nor, I am sure, could 
                         anyone else present tell you how 
                         Miss Caswell read or whether Miss 
                         Caswell read or rode a pogo stick.

                                     MARGO
                         Was she that bad?

               As Addison speaks, he rises with excitement.

                                     ADDISON
                         Margo, as you know, I have lived in 
                         the Theater as a Trappist monk lives 
                         in his faith. I have no other world, 
                         no other life - and once in a great 
                         while I experience that moment of 
                         Revelation for which all true 
                         believers wait and pray. You were 
                         one. Jeanne Eagels another...  Paula 
                         Wessely... Hayes - there are others, 
                         three or four. Eve Harrington will 
                         be among them...

                                     MARGO
                              (flatly)
                         I take it she read well.

                                     ADDISON
                         It wasn't reading, it was a 
                         performance. Brilliant, vivid, 
                         something made of music and fire...

                                     MARGO
                         How nice.

                                     ADDISON
                         In time she'll be what you are.

                                     MARGO
                         A mass of music and fire. That's me. 
                         An old kazoo and some sparkles.  
                         Tell me - was Bill swept away, too, 
                         or were you too full of Revelation 
                         to notice?

                                     ADDISON
                         Bill didn't say - but Lloyd was beside 
                         himself. He listened to his play as 
                         if someone else had written it, he 
                         said, it sounded so fresh, so new, 
                         so full of meaning...

                                     MARGO
                         How nice for Lloyd. And how nice for 
                         Eve. How nice for everybody.

               Addison, of course, knows exactly what she's doing. He senses 
               the approaching typhoon, he whips it up...

                                     ADDISON
                         Eve was incredibly modest. She 
                         insisted that no credit was due her, 
                         that Lloyd felt as he did only because 
                         she read lines exactly as he had 
                         written them.

                                     MARGO
                         The implication being that I have 
                         not been reading them as written.

                                     ADDISON
                         To the best of my recollection, 
                         neither your name nor your performance 
                         entered the conversation.

               Miss Caswell appears, uncertain, in the b.g.

                                     ADDISON
                         Feeling better, my dear?

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         Like I just swam the English Channel. 
                         Now what?

                                     ADDISON
                         You next move, it seems to me, should 
                         be toward television.

               Margo, abruptly, starts for the auditorium. Addison smiles.

               He takes Miss Caswell's arm.

                                     MISS CASWELL
                         Tell me this. Do they have auditions 
                         for television?

                                     ADDISON
                         That's all television is, my dear.
                         Nothing but auditions.

               He takes her toward the street.

               INT. THEATER - CURRAN THEATER - DAY

               The curtain is up; the set, covered, is a bedroom in a 
               deteriorating Southern mansion.

               There is no one in the theater but Max, seated on the aisle 
               about two-thirds down, and Eve with Lloyd and Bill on the 
               stage. She is seated; they stand between her and auditorium.

               There is some ad lib talk among the three which we cannot 
               make out. Margo marches down the aisle with a steady pace.

               She passes as Max smiles a sickly, hopeful smile. She ignores 
               him as if he were a used paper cup. She disappears through 
               the door which leads backstage.

               Max whistles. Lloyd turns. Max indicated the door and puts 
               his hands to his head in despair.

               Margo walks out of the wings on stage. Bill and Lloyd turn 
               to her. Eve rises.

                                     MARGO
                              (cheerily)
                         Terribly sorry I'm late, lunch was
                         long and I couldn't find a cab - 
                         where's Miss Caswell, shall we start? 
                         Oh, hello, Eve...

                                     EVE
                         Hello, Miss Channing.

                                     MARGO
                         How are you making out in Mr.
                         Fabian's office?
                              (over the footlights 
                              to Max)
                         I don't want you working the child 
                         too hard, Max - just because you 
                         promised. As you see, I kept my 
                         promise, too...

               Max slumps in his seat. By the time Margo turns back to them, 
               the others have exchanged swift looks.

                                     BILL
                         It's all over.

                                     MARGO
                         What's all over?

                                     BILL
                         The audition.

                                     MARGO
                              (pleased astonishment)
                         Eve?
                              (she turns to her)
                         How enchanting...
                              (to Lloyd and Bill)
                         Wherever did you get the idea of 
                         having Eve read with Miss Caswell?

                                     LLOYD
                         She's your understudy.

                                     MARGO
                         Eve? Eve, my understudy? But I had 
                         no idea...

                                     LLOYD
                         I thought you knew... She was put
                         on over a week ago-

                                     MARGO
                         It seems almost inconceivable that I 
                         haven't seen her backstage, but with 
                         so many people loitering around... 
                         well, well. So Eve is not working 
                         for Max after all-
                              (out to Max again)
                         Max you sly puss.

               Max submerges further in his seat.

                                     EVE
                         Miss Channing, I can't tell you how 
                         glad I am that you arrived so late.

                                     MARGO
                         Really, Eve? Why?

                                     EVE
                         Well, if you'd been here to begin
                         with, I wouldn't have dared to read 
                         at all...

                                     MARGO
                         Why not?

                                     EVE
                         ...and if you'd come in the middle, 
                         I'd have stopped, I couldn't have 
                         gone on-

                                     MARGO
                              (murmurs)
                         What a pity, all that fire and music 
                         being turned off...

                                     BILL
                         What fire and music?

                                     MARGO
                         You wouldn't understand.
                              (to Lloyd)
                         How was Miss Caswell?

                                     LLOYD
                         Back to Copacabana. But Eve. Margo,
                         let me tell you about Eve-

                                     EVE
                              (breaking in)
                         I was dreadful, Miss Channing, believe 
                         me - I have no right to be anyone's 
                         understudy, much less yours...

                                     MARGO
                         I'm sure you underestimate yourself, 
                         Eve. You always do.
                              (to Lloyd)
                         You were about to tell me about Eve...

                                     LLOYD
                         You'd have been proud of her.

                                     MARGO
                         I'm sure.

                                     LLOYD
                         She was a revelation...

                                     MARGO
                         To you, too?

                                     LLOYD
                         What do you mean?

                                     MARGO
                              (the ice begins to 
                              form)
                         I mean, among other things, that it 
                         must have been a revelation to have 
                         your twenty-four-year-old character 
                         played by twenty-four-year-old 
                         actress...

                                     LLOYD
                         That's beside the point.

                                     MARGO
                         It's right to the point. Also that 
                         it must have sounded so new and fresh 
                         to you - so exciting to have the 
                         lines read as you wrote them!

                                     BILL
                         Addison-!

                                     MARGO
                         So full of meaning, fire and music!

                                     LLOYD
                         You've been talking to that venomous 
                         fishwife, Addison deWitt-

                                     MARGO
                         In this case, apparently, as 
                         trustworthy as the World Almanac!

                                     LLOYD
                         You knew when you came in that the 
                         audition was over, that Eve was your 
                         understudy! Playing that childish 
                         game of cat and mouse...

                                     MARGO
                         Not mouse, never mouse! If anything
                         rat!

                                     LLOYD
                         You have a genius for making barroom 
                         brawl out of a perfectly innocent 
                         misunderstanding at most!

                                     MARGO
                         Perfectly innocent!  Men have been 
                         hanged for less! I'm lied to, attacked 
                         behind my back, accused of reading 
                         your silly dialogue inaccurately - 
                         as if it were Holy Gospel!

                                     LLOYD
                         I never said it was!

                                     MARGO
                         Then you listened as if someone else 
                         had written you play - whom did you 
                         have in mind? Sherwood?  Arthur 
                         Miller? Beaumont and Fletcher?

               Max has edged his way to the stage.

                                     MAX
                              (from below)
                         May I say a word?

                                     LLOYD
                         No!
                              (to Margo)
                         What makes you think that either 
                         Miller or Sherwood would stand for 
                         the nonsense I take from you - you'd 
                         better stick to Beaumont and Fletcher! 
                         They've been dead for three hundred 
                         years!

               He stalks into the wings. Bill's reaction to the fight is 
               typical. He lights a cigarette, stretches out on the covered 
               bed. Eve stands frozen with fear. Margo yells after Lloyd 
               into the wings.

                                     MARGO
                         And they're getting better 
                         performances today than they ever 
                         got! All playwrights should be dead 
                         for three hundred years!

               Lloyd comes out of the door leading to the auditorium. The 
               battle goes on without a pause. As he yells back, he crosses 
               to Max at row A, center.

                                     LLOYD
                         That would solve none of their 
                         problems - because actresses never 
                         die! The stars never die and never 
                         change!

               He starts up the aisle with Max.

                                     MARGO
                         You can change this star any time 
                         you want! For a new, fresh, exciting 
                         one fully equipped with fire and 
                         music! Any time you want - starting 
                         with tonight's performance!

               Now it's Max who stops and shouts back at her.

                                     MAX
                         This is for lawyers to talk about, 
                         this concerns a run-of-the-play 
                         contract, and this you can't rewrite 
                         or ad lib!

                                     MARGO
                              (from the stage)
                         Are you threatening me with legal 
                         action, Mr. Fabian?

                                     MAX
                         Are you breaking the contract?

                                     MARGO
                         Answer my question!

                                     MAX
                         Who am I to threaten? I'm a dying 
                         man.

                                     MARGO
                         I didn't hear you.

                                     MAX
                              (yelling)
                         I said I'm a dying man!

                                     MARGO
                         Not until the last drugstore has 
                         sold its last pill!

                                     LLOYD
                              (from the top of the 
                              aisle)
                         I shall never understand the weird 
                         process by which a body with a voice 
                         suddenly fancies itself a mind! Just 
                         when exactly does an actress decide 
                         they're her words she's saying and 
                         her thoughts she's expressing?

                                     MARGO
                         Usually at the point when she's got 
                         to rewrite and rethink them to keep 
                         the audience from leaving the theater!

                                     LLOYD
                         It's about time the piano realized 
                         it has not written the concerto!

               Max has already walked out unhappily. Lloyd now slams out.

               Margo glares after him, then turns to Bill who smokes his 
               cigarette peacefully on the bed.

                                     MARGO
                              (quiet menace)
                         And you, I take it, are the Paderewski 
                         who plays his concerto on me, the 
                         piano?
                              (Bill waves his 
                              cigarette; he's 
                              noncommittal)
                         Where is Princess Fire-and-Music?

                                     BILL
                         Who?

                                     MARGO
                         The kid. Junior.

                                     BILL
                              (looks lazily)
                         Gone.

                                     MARGO
                         I must have frightened her away.

                                     BILL
                         I wouldn't be surprised. Sometimes 
                         you frighten me.

                                     MARGO
                              (paces up and down)
                         Poor little flower. Just dropped her 
                         petals and folded her tent...

                                     BILL
                         Don't mix your metaphors.

                                     MARGO
                         I mix what I like.

                                     BILL
                         Okay. Mix.

                                     MARGO
                         I'm nothing but a body with a voice. 
                         No mind.

                                     BILL
                         What a body, what a voice.

                                     MARGO
                         The ex-ship news' reporter. No body, 
                         no voice, all mind!

                                     BILL
                         The gong rang. The fight's over.
                         Calm down.

                                     MARGO
                         I will not calm down!

                                     BILL
                         Don't calm down.

                                     MARGO
                         You're being terribly tolerant, aren't 
                         you?

                                     BILL
                         I'm trying terribly hard.

                                     MARGO
                         Well, you needn't. I will not be 
                         tolerated. And I will not be plotted 
                         against!

                                     BILL
                         Here we go...

                                     MARGO
                         Such nonsense, what do you all take 
                         me for - little Nell from the country? 
                         Been my understudy for over a week 
                         without my knowing, carefully hidden 
                         no doubt-

                                     BILL
                              (sits up)
                         Now don't get carried away-

                                     MARGO
                              (going right on)
                         Shows up for an audition when
                         everyone knew I'd be here... and 
                         gives a performance! Out of nowhere 
                         gives a performance!

                                     BILL
                         You've been all through that with
                         Lloyd-

                                     MARGO
                         The playwright doesn't make the 
                         performance - and it doesn't just 
                         happen! And this one didn't - full 
                         of fire and music and whatnot, it 
                         was carefully rehearsed I have no 
                         doubt, over and over, full of those 
                         Bill Sampson touches!

                                     BILL
                         I am sick and tired of these paranoiac 
                         outbursts!

                                     MARGO
                         Paranoiac!

                                     BILL
                         I didn't know Eve Harrington was 
                         your understudy until half past two 
                         this afternoon!

                                     MARGO
                         Tell that to Dr. Freud! Along with 
                         the rest of it...

               She turns away. Bill grabs her, pulls her down on the bed. 
               He holds her down.

                                     BILL
                         No, I'll tell it to you! For the 
                         last time, I'll tell it to you.  
                         Because you've got to stop hurting 
                         yourself, and me, and the two of us 
                         by these paranoiac tantrums!

                                     MARGO
                              (struggling)
                         That word again! I don't even know 
                         what it means...

                                     BILL
                              (firmly)
                         It's time you found out. I love you.
                              (Margo says "Ha!")
                         I love you. You're a beautiful and
                         intelligent woman-
                              (Margo says "A body 
                              with a voice")
                         a beautiful and intelligent woman 
                         and a great actress-
                              (he waits; Margo says 
                              nothing)
                         at the peak of her career. You have 
                         every reason for happiness-
                              (Margo says "Except 
                              happiness")
                         every reason, but due to some strange, 
                         uncontrollable, unconscious drive 
                         you permit the slightest action of a 
                         kid-
                              (Margo sneers "Kid!")
                         kid like Eve to turn you into a 
                         hysterical, screaming harpy! Now 
                         once and for all, stop it!

               Margo seems quiet. He gets up. She sits up.

                                     MARGO
                         It's obvious you're not a woman.

                                     BILL
                         I've been aware of that for some 
                         time.

                                     MARGO
                         Well, I am.

                                     BILL
                         I'll say.

                                     MARGO
                         Don't be condescending.

                                     BILL
                         Come on, get up. I'll buy you a drink.

                                     MARGO
                              (with dignity)
                         I admit I may have seen better days, 
                         but I am still not to be had for the 
                         price of a cocktail - like a salted 
                         peanut.

                                     BILL
                              (laughs)
                         Margo, let's make peace.

                                     MARGO
                         The terms are too high.
                         Unconditional surrender.

                                     BILL
                         Just being happy? Just stopping all 
                         this nonsense about Eve - and Eve 
                         and me?

                                     MARGO
                         It's not nonsense.

                                     BILL
                         But if I tell you it is - as I just 
                         did. Were you listening to me?
                              (Margo nods)
                         Isn't that enough?

                                     MARGO
                         I wish it were.

                                     BILL
                         Then what would be enough?
                              (Margo doesn't answer)
                         If we were married?

                                     MARGO
                         I wouldn't want you to marry me just 
                         to prove something.

                                     BILL
                         You've had so many reasons for not 
                         wanting to marry me... Margo, tell 
                         me what's behind all this.

                                     MARGO
                         I - I don't know, Bill. Just a 
                         feeling, I don't know...

                                     BILL
                         I think you do know but you won't or 
                         can't tell me.
                              (Margo doesn't say)
                         I said before it was going to be my 
                         last try, and I meant it. I can't 
                         think of anything else to do. I wish 
                         I could.
                              (a pause)
                         We usually wind up screaming and 
                         throwing things as the curtain comes 
                         down. Then it comes up again and 
                         everything's fine. But not this time.
                              (he takes a breath)
                         You know there isn't a playwright in 
                         the world who could make me believe 
                         this would happen between two adult 
                         people. Goodbye, Margo.

               No word from her. He starts away.

                                     MARGO
                         Bill...
                              (he stops)
                         ...where are you going? To find Eve?

                                     BILL
                              (smiles grimly)
                         That suddenly makes the whole thing 
                         believable.

               He goes out. Margo, alone, sit for a moment sadly. Then she 
               begins to cry...

               INT. RICHARDS' STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY

               One large room, a small foyer with a door to the corridor. A 
               stair up one wall to a narrow balcony from which a couple of 
               bedroom open.

               Karen is painting. Earnestly but badly. A still life of an 
               orange, an avocado, an eggplant and three bananas.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         On the day of the audition, my biggest 
                         worry was to keep a banana looking 
                         part of an eggplant... then Lloyd 
                         came home.
                              (in the b.g., Lloyd 
                              lets himself in)
                         It was right after his brawl with 
                         Margo...

               Lloyd slams the door, flings his hat away, strides in, peeling 
               off muffler and overcoat.

                                     KAREN
                         Lloyd, what happened...?

                                     LLOYD
                         Up to here!  That's where I've got 
                         it - up to here! Of all the star 
                         ridden, presumptuous, hysterical-

                                     KAREN
                         Margo, again...

                                     LLOYD
                         And again and again! Two hours late
                         for the audition, to begin with-

                                     KAREN
                         That's on time for Margo.

                                     LLOYD
                         Then a childish, heavy-handed routine 
                         about not knowing Eve was her 
                         understudy-

                                     KAREN
                         It's just possible she didn't...

                                     LLOYD
                         Of course she knew!  For one thing, 
                         Addison told her how superbly Eve 
                         had read the part-!
                              (suddenly softening)
                         Karen, let me tell you about Eve.
                         She's got everything - a born actress. 
                         Sensitive, understanding, young, 
                         exciting, vibrant-

                                     KAREN
                         Don't run out of adjectives, dear.

                                     LLOYD
                         Everything a playwright first thinks 
                         of wanting to write about...  until 
                         his play becomes a vehicle for Miss 
                         Channing...

                                     KAREN
                         Margo hasn't done badly by it.

                                     LLOYD
                         Margo. Margo's great. She knows it.
                         That's the trouble.  She can play 
                         Peck's Bad Boy all she wants, and 
                         who's to stop her?  Who's to give 
                         her that boot in the rear she needs 
                         and deserves?

               He starts up the stairs to the bedroom.

                                     KAREN
                              (murmurs)
                         It's going to be a cozy weekend.

                                     LLOYD
                              (pauses)
                         What is?

                                     KAREN
                         We're driving out to the country 
                         tomorrow night. Just the four of us. 
                         Bill, Margo, you and I...

                                     LLOYD
                         Well. We've spent weekends before 
                         with nobody talking...
                              (continues up stairs)
                         ...just be sure to lock up all blunt 
                         instruments and throwable objects...

               As he goes into one of the bedrooms, Karen sits thoughtfully 
               on a couch. She muses...

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         Newton - they say, thought of gravity 
                         by getting hit on the head by an 
                         apple. And the man who invented the 
                         steam engine, he was watching a tea-
                         kettle... but not me. My Big Idea 
                         came to me just sitting on a couch...

               She lies down, folds her hands behind her head.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         That boot in the rear to Margo.  
                         Heaven knows she had one coming.  
                         From me, from Lloyd, from Eve, Bill, 
                         Max, and so on - we'd all felt those 
                         size fives of hers often enough... 
                         but how? The answer was buzzing around 
                         me like a fly...

               She sits up. She smiles. The smile fades...

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         I had it. But I let it go.  Screaming 
                         and calling names is one thing - but 
                         this could mean...

               She shakes her head, crosses to her easel, resumes work on 
               the bananas. She slows down, then stops.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         Why not? Why, I said to myself, not?  
                         It would all seem perfectly 
                         legitimate. And there were only two 
                         people in the world who would know.  
                         Also, the boot would land where it 
                         would do the most good for all 
                         concerned-

               She puts the brush away and crosses to the phone which is by 
               Lloyd's work chair. As she crosses:

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         And after all, it was not more than 
                         a perfectly harmless joke which Margo, 
                         herself, would be the first to 
                         enjoy...

               She looks in a leather phone book, pick up the phone and 
               ials.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         ...and no reason why she shouldn't 
                         be told about it - in time.

               There's an answer at the other end.

                                     KAREN
                              (into phone)
                         Hello... will you call Miss Eve 
                         Harrington to the phone, please?
                         Not at all... thank you.

               And as she waits we...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - NIGHT

               Open country. Preferably no houses in sight. Plenty of snow.

               Lloyd's car drives along.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         It was a cold weekend - outside and 
                         in. Bill didn't come at all.  Margo 
                         didn't know where he was and didn't 
                         care - she kept saying.  Somehow we 
                         staggered through Sunday and by the 
                         time we drove Margo to the station 
                         late Monday afternoon, she and Lloyd 
                         had thawed out to the extent of being 
                         civil to each other...

               INT. COUPE - NIGHT

               Lloyd driving. All three in the front seat.

                                     KAREN
                         What time is it?

                                     LLOYD
                         When you asked a minute ago it was 
                         five-forty-two. It is now five forty-
                         three. When you ask a minute from 
                         now, it will be-

                                     KAREN
                         I just don't want Margo to miss her 
                         train. As it is, she'll barely make 
                         the theater...

                                     LLOYD
                         Five-fifty-five. We'll be at the 
                         station in plenty of time...

                                     MARGO
                         That little place just two hours 
                         form New York. It's on my list of 
                         things-I'll-never-understand. Like 
                         collecting shrunken Indian heads...

                                     KAREN
                         Of all people you should know what 
                         it means to want some peace and
                         quiet-

                                     MARGO
                         Peace and quit is for libraries.

               The car swerves - suddenly and slightly.

                                     KAREN
                         Lloyd, be careful...

                                     LLOYD
                         Just a little skid, that's all.
                         This road's like glass.

                                     MARGO
                         Karen and I just don't want an
                         accident-

                                     LLOYD
                         I have no intention of having an 
                         accident!

                                     MARGO
                         It's not important whether you do.
                         We are wearing long underwear.

               They all laugh. Suddenly the car slows and stops - with that 
               hissing sound that can mean only one thing - no gas.

                                     LLOYD
                         Now what's this...?

               He tries to start it again. No luck. He turns on the dashboard 
               lights. The gas gauge reads empty.

                                     LLOYD
                         But it can't be! We can't be out of 
                         gas! I filled it myself yesterday!
                              (to Karen)
                         Wasn't it full when you drove to 
                         Brewster this morning?

                                     KAREN
                              (very low)
                         I guess I didn't look. You know I 
                         don't pay attention to those things...

                                     LLOYD
                         Incredible.

               Futilely, he runs the started again.

                                     MARGO
                              (crisply)
                         How much time have we?

                                     KAREN
                         Roughly ten minutes.

                                     MARGO
                         How far to the station?

                                     KAREN
                         Three or four miles...

                                     MARGO
                         Any houses or farms around where we 
                         can borrow gas?

                                     KAREN
                              (looking)
                         None in sight, there aren't many 
                         along this back road...

                                     MARGO
                         Not many car either, not much chance 
                         of a lift...

               A moment of silence.

                                     LLOYD
                         Well. No sense my just sitting here. 
                         I'm going to walk up about half a 
                         mile, just in case.

               He starts out of the car. The cold comes in like a knife, 
               the women react.

                                     KAREN
                         You'll break your neck on that ice.

                                     LLOYD
                              (grins)
                         What a way to die - trying to get an 
                         actress to the theater in time.  
                         Tell Max I want to be buried with 
                         royalties...

                                     KAREN
                         Don't joke about such things.

                                     MARGO
                              (quietly)
                         How fortunate that I have an
                         understudy so ready, so willing and 
                         so able to go on.

                                     LLOYD
                         The audience will want its money 
                         refunded, believe me.

                                     MARGO
                         Thank you, Lloyd. Godspeed.

               Lloyd starts down the road. He slips once, recovers, waves 
               and keeps going.

                                     KAREN
                         He always looks so pathetic whenever 
                         he does anything physical-

                                     MARGO
                         It seems to me that walking, for 
                         most people, is not very dangerous.

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         I just never think of Lloyd as 
                         anywhere but indoors and anything 
                         but sitting down.

                                     MARGO
                         Be brave. He'll come back - with or 
                         without gas.

               They tuck the fur car robe around them. A pause. Margo turns 
               on the radio... it's "Liebestraum."

                                     MARGO
                         Do you want it on?

                                     KAREN
                         It doesn't matter.

                                     MARGO
                         I detest cheap sentiment.

               She turns it off. Another pause.

                                     MARGO
                         Karen.
                              (Karen says "hm?")
                         I haven't been pleasant this weekend.

                                     KAREN
                         We've all seemed a little tense 
                         lately...

                                     MARGO
                         Come to think of it, I haven't been 
                         very pleasant for weeks. For that, 
                         I'm truly sorry. More than any two 
                         people I know, I don't want you and 
                         Lloyd to be angry with me...

                                     KAREN
                         We're never deeply angry, we just 
                         get sore. The way you do. We know 
                         you too well...

                                     MARGO
                         So many people - know me. I wish I 
                         did. I wish someone would tell be 
                         about me...

                                     KAREN
                         You're Margo. Just - Margo.

                                     MARGO
                         And what is that? Besides something 
                         spelled out in light bulbs, I mean.
                         Besides something called temperament, 
                         which consists mostly of swooping 
                         about on a broomstick screaming at 
                         the top of my voice...  infants behave 
                         the way I do, you know. They carry 
                         on and misbehave - they'd get drunk 
                         if they knew how - when they can't 
                         have what they want. When they feel 
                         unwanted and insecure - or unloved.

               There's a pause.

                                     KAREN
                         What about Bill?

                                     MARGO
                         What about Bill?

                                     KAREN
                         He's in love with you.

                                     MARGO
                         More than anything in this world, I 
                         love Bill. And I want Bill. I want 
                         him to want me. But me. Not Margo 
                         Channing. And if I can't tell they 
                         apart - how can he?

                                     KAREN
                         Why should he - and why should you?

                                     MARGO
                         Bill's in love with Margo Channing.
                         He's fought with her, worked with 
                         her, loved her... but ten years from 
                         now - Margo Channing will have ceased 
                         to exist. And what's left will be... 
                         what?

                                     KAREN
                         Margo. Bill is all of eight years 
                         younger than you.

                                     MARGO
                         Those years stretch as the years go 
                         on. I've seen it happen too often.

                                     KAREN
                         Not to you. Not to Bill.

                                     MARGO
                         Isn't that what they always say?

               She turns the radio on again. A piano nocturne...

                                     MARGO
                         I don't suppose the heater runs when 
                         the motor doesn't?

                                     KAREN
                         Silly, isn't it? You'd think they'd 
                         fix it so people could just sit in a 
                         car and keep warm...

               Margo nods, get some cigarettes out of her bag. She offers 
               one to Karen. They light up.

                                     MARGO
                         About Eve. I've acted pretty 
                         disgracefully toward her, too.

                                     KAREN
                         Well...

                                     MARGO
                         Let's not fumble for excuses, not 
                         here and now with my hair down. At 
                         best, let's say I've been 
                         oversensitive to... well, to the 
                         fact that she's so young - so feminine 
                         and helpless.  Too so many things I 
                         want to be for Bill...  funny 
                         business, a woman's career.  The 
                         things you drop on your way up the 
                         ladder, so you can move faster.  You 
                         forget you'll need them again when 
                         you go back to being a woman.  That's 
                         one career all females have in common - 
                         whether we like it or not - being a 
                         woman.  Sooner or later we've all 
                         got to work at it, no matter what 
                         other careers we've had or wanted... 
                         and, in the last analysis, nothing 
                         is any good unless you can look up 
                         just before dinner or turns around 
                         in bed - and there he is. Without 
                         that, you're not woman. You're 
                         something with a French provincial 
                         office or a book full of clippings - 
                         but you're not a woman...
                              (she smiles at Karen)
                         ...slow curtain. The end.

               A pause. There are tears in Karen's eyes.

                                     KAREN
                         Margo.
                              (she hesitates)
                         Margo, I want you to know how sorry 
                         I am about this...

                                     MARGO
                         About what?

                                     KAREN
                              (indicating their 
                              predicament)
                         This. I can't tell you how sorry I 
                         am!

                                     MARGO
                         Don't give it another thought, one 
                         of destiny's many pranks. After all, 
                         you didn't personally drain the 
                         gasoline out of the tank...

               She snuggles down into her furs. Karen flashes an unhappy 
               look at her. She, too, snuggles down...

               EXT. THEATER ALLEY - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               The snow has been shoveled to either side of the alley, making 
               a lane. The performance is just over.

               Addison, his back to us, stands looking toward the stage 
               door. A few actors, on their way out.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         Eve, of course, was superb. Many of 
                         the audience understandably preferred 
                         to return another time to see Margo.
                         But those who remained cheered loudly, 
                         lustily and long for Eve... how 
                         thoughtful of her to call and invite 
                         me - that afternoon...

               He starts to walk toward the stage door.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         ...and what a happy coincidence that 
                         several representatives of other 
                         newspapers happened to be present. 
                         All of us - invited that afternoon 
                         to attend an understudy's 
                         performance...

               He goes in the stage door.

               INT. BACKSTAGE - CURRAN THEATER - NIGHT

               More activity than last time, the performance being just 
               over. Addison comes through the door, picks his way toward 
               Margo's dressing room.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         ...about which the management knew 
                         nothing until they were forced to 
                         ring up the curtain at nine o'clock. 
                         Coincidence. Also every indication 
                         of intrigue, skulduggery and fraud...

               The door to the dressing room is open just a bit. Addison 
               pauses beside the door to listen.

                                     BILL
                              (from within)
                         ...you were better than all right, 
                         kid, you gave a performance, you
                         rang a bell-

               Addison uses his cane to swing the door open farther, so 
               that both he and WE can see as well as hear.

               INT. MARGO'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT

               Bill faces Eve, who wears Margo's costume. She is a ravishing 
               sight. Her eyes shine up to his radiantly:

                                     BILL
                              (continuing)
                         Little things here and there, it 
                         doesn't matter. You can be proud of 
                         yourself, you've got a right to be.

                                     EVE
                              (quietly)
                         Are you proud of me, Bill?

                                     BILL
                         I'll admit I was worried when Max 
                         called. I had my doubts.

                                     EVE
                         You shouldn't have had any doubts.

                                     BILL
                         After all, the other day was one 
                         scene, the woods are full of one 
                         scene sensations. But you did it.  
                         With work and patience, you'll be a 
                         fine actress. If that's what you 
                         want to be.

                                     EVE
                         Is that what you want me to be?

                                     BILL
                         I'm talking about you. And what you 
                         want.

                                     EVE
                         So am I.

                                     BILL
                         What have I got to do with it?

                                     EVE
                         Everything.

                                     BILL
                              (lightly)
                         The names I've been called. But never 
                         Svengali.
                              (he pats her shoulder)
                         Good luck.

               He starts out. Addison ducks.

                                     EVE
                         Don't run away, Bill.

                                     BILL
                              (stops)
                         From what would I be running?

                                     EVE
                         You're always after truth - on the 
                         stage. What about off?

                                     BILL
                              (curiously)
                         I'm for it.

                                     EVE
                         Then face it. I have. Since that 
                         first night - here - in the dressing 
                         room.

                                     BILL
                              (smiles)
                         When I told you what every young 
                         actress should know.

                                     EVE
                         When you told me that whatever I
                         became, it would be because of you-

                                     BILL
                         Your make-up's a little heavy.

                                     EVE
                         And for you.

                                     BILL
                              (slowly)
                         You're quite a girl.

                                     EVE
                         You think?

                                     BILL
                         I'm in love with Margo. Hadn't you 
                         heard?

                                     EVE
                         You hear all kinds of things.

                                     BILL
                         I'm only human, rumors to the 
                         contrary. And I'm as curious as the 
                         next man...

                                     EVE
                         Find out.

                                     BILL
                              (deliberately)
                         Only thing, what I go after, I want 
                         to go after. I don't want it to come 
                         after me.

               Tears come to Eve's eyes. She turns away slowly.

                                     BILL
                         Don't cry. Just score it as an 
                         incomplete forward pass.

               He walks out. Addison ducks to avoid being seen. Eve glares 
               after Bill, tears the wig from her head, throws it on the 
               dressing table. Her glance is caught by a pair of scissors.

               Swiftly, she snatches them up and in a sharp, vicious gesture 
               she slashes the wig. Addison knocks politely at the door. 
               Eve turns.

                                     ADDISON
                         May I come in?

                                     EVE
                         Certainly, Mr. deWitt...

                                     ADDISON
                              (entering)
                         I expected to find this little room 
                         overcrowded, with a theater full of 
                         people at your feet...

                                     EVE
                         I consider myself lucky they didn't 
                         throw things.

               She starts creaming her face, removing make-up.

                                     ADDISON
                         Of course your performance was no 
                         surprise to me. After the other day 
                         I regarded it as no more than - a 
                         promised fulfilled.

                                     EVE
                         You're more than kind. But it's still 
                         Miss Channing's performance.  I'm 
                         just a carbon copy you read when you 
                         can't find the original...

                                     ADDISON
                         You're more than modest.

                                     EVE
                         It's not modesty. I just don't try 
                         to kid myself.

                                     ADDISON
                         A revolutionary approach to the 
                         Theater. However, if I may a 
                         suggestion...

                                     EVE
                         Please do.

                                     ADDISON
                         I think the time has come for you to 
                         shed some of your humility. It is 
                         just as false not to blow your horn 
                         at all as it is to blow it too
                         loudly...

                                     EVE
                         I don't think I've done anything to 
                         sound off about.

                                     ADDISON
                         We all come into this world with our 
                         little egos equipped with individual 
                         horns. If we don't blow them - who 
                         will?

                                     EVE
                         Even so. One isolated pretty good 
                         performance by an understudy. It'll 
                         be forgotten tomorrow.

                                     ADDISON
                         It needn't be.

                                     EVE
                         Even if I wanted to - as you say - 
                         be less humble, blow my own horn...  
                         how would I do it? I'm less than 
                         nobody.

                                     ADDISON
                         I am somebody.

               Eve rises. She eyes him steadily.

                                     EVE
                         You certainly are.

               She goes into the bathroom.

                                     ADDISON
                         Leave the door open a bit, so we can 
                         talk.

               Eve does so.

                                     ADDISON
                         After you change, if you're not busy 
                         elsewhere, we can have supper.

                                     EVE
                              (from the bathroom)
                         I'd love to! Or should I pretend I'm 
                         busy?

                                     ADDISON
                              (smiling)
                         Let's have a minimum of pretending.
                         I'll want to do a column about you-

                                     EVE
                         I'm not enough for a paragraph.

                                     ADDISON
                         perhaps more than one. There's so 
                         much I want to know. I've heard your 
                         story in bits and pieces...  your 
                         home in Wisconsin, your tragic 
                         marriage, your financial attachment 
                         to Margo - it started in San 
                         Francisco, didn't it?
                              (no answer; Addison 
                              smiles)
                         I say - your idolatry of Margo started 
                         in San Francisco, didn't it?

                                     EVE
                         That's right.

                                     ADDISON
                         San Francisco. An oasis of 
                         civilization in the California desert. 
                         Tell me, do you share my high opinion 
                         of San Francisco?

                                     EVE
                         Yes. I do.

                                     ADDISON
                         And that memorable night when Margo
                         first dazzled you from the stage - 
                         which theater was it in San Francisco? 
                         Was it - the Shubert?

                                     EVE
                              (a slight pause)
                         Yes. The Shubert.

                                     ADDISON
                              (grins happily)
                         A fine old theater, the Shubert.  
                         Full of tradition, untouched by the 
                         earthquake - so sorry - fire... by 
                         the way, what was your husband's 
                         name?

                                     EVE
                         Eddie...

                                     ADDISON
                         Eddie what?

               Eve sticks her head and naked shoulder around the door.

                                     EVE
                         I'm about to go into the shower, I 
                         won't be able to hear you...

                                     ADDISON
                         I can wait. Where would you like to 
                         go? We'll make this a special night...

                                     EVE
                              (trustingly)
                         You take charge.

                                     ADDISON
                         I believe I will.

               She closes the door. He leans back, lights a cigarette.

               EXT. 52ND STREET - NEW YORK - NIGHT

               A cab drives up to "21."

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         Some of the morning papers carried a 
                         little squib about Eve's performance. 
                         Not much, but full praise...  I 
                         couldn't imagine how they found out 
                         about it - but Lloyd said Max's 
                         publicity man probably sent out the 
                         story...

               Karen gets out of the cab, pays and goes in.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         ...at any rate, I feel terribly guilty 
                         and ashamed of myself - and wanted 
                         nothing so much as to forget the 
                         whole thing. Margo and I were having 
                         lunch at "21" - just like girlfriends - 
                         with hats on...

               INT. LOBBY - "21" - DAY

               Karen consults her watch and the doorman as she enters.

                                     KAREN
                         Has Miss Channing come in?

                                     DOORMAN
                         Not yet, Mrs. Richards...

               Karen sees Eve who waits as Addison hands his hat, coat, and 
               cane to an attendant. She smiles, crosses to her.

                                     KAREN
                         Eve. I've heard the most wonderful
                         things about your performance-

                                     EVE
                         Mostly relief that I managed to 
                         stagger through it at all...

                                     ADDISON
                         She was magnificent.

                                     KAREN
                              (pleased)
                         Then you've heard too.

                                     ADDISON
                         I was there. An eyewitness.

                                     KAREN
                              (staggered)
                         You were there? At the play - last 
                         night?

                                     ADDISON
                              (smiles)
                         A happy coincidence.

                                     EVE
                              (quickly)
                         We're having lunch with a movie talent 
                         scout.

                                     KAREN
                         They certainly don't waste much time.

                                     EVE
                         Nothing definite yet - it's just to 
                         have lunch.

                                     ADDISON
                         They'll be wasting this much of their 
                         time at any rate. Eve has no intention 
                         of going to Hollywood.

               He turns to Karen, changing the subject.

                                     ADDISON
                         From the smartness of your dress, I 
                         take it your luncheon companion is a 
                         lady?

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         Margo.

                                     ADDISON
                         Margo? Lunching in public?

                                     KAREN
                         It's new Margo. But she's just as 
                         late as the old one.

                                     ADDISON
                         She may be later than you think...

               As he speaks, he crosses to pick up an evening paper, opens 
               it as he comes back.

                                     ADDISON
                              (handing it to her)
                         Why not read my column to pass the 
                         time? The minutes will fly like 
                         hours...
                              (he takes Eve's arm)
                         ...and now we must join our sunburned 
                         eager beaver.

               He goes up the stairs with Eve. Karen glances after them 
               curiously, then at the column.

               It is headed: "Things I Promised Not To Tell" by Addison 
               deWitt.  Her expression becomes increasingly horrified. She 
               drops the paper and rushes out...

               INT. MARGO'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

               Addison's column quivers in Margo's hand as she strides about 
               reading it. Karen sits miserably.

                                     MARGO
                              (declaiming)
                         "...my hat which has, lo, these many 
                         seasons become more firmly rooted 
                         about my ears, is lifted to Miss 
                         Harrington. I am once more available 
                         for dancing in the streets and 
                         shouting from the housetops."... I 
                         thought that one went out with 
                         Woollcott...
                              (she skips part of 
                              the column)
                         Down here... here, listen to this - 
                         "... Miss Harrington had much to 
                         tell - and these columns shall report 
                         her faithfully - about the lamentable 
                         practice in our Theater of permitting, 
                         shall we say - mature - actresses to 
                         continue playing roles requiring a 
                         youth and vigor of which they retain 
                         but a dim memory-"

                                     KAREN
                         I just can't believe it.

                                     MARGO
                         It gets better! "- About the 
                         understandable reluctance on the 
                         part of our entrenched First Ladies 
                         of the Stage to encourage, shall we 
                         say - younger - actresses; about 
                         Miss Harrington's own long and 
                         unsupported struggle for opportunity-
                         "

                                     KAREN
                         I can't believe Eve said those things!

               Margo crumples the paper as if it were Eve's neck.

                                     MARGO
                              (pacing)
                         In this rat race, everybody's guilty 
                         till they're proved innocent! One of 
                         the differences between the Theater 
                         and civilization...
                              (she hurls the paper 
                              away)
                         ...what gets me is how all of those 
                         papers in town happened to catch 
                         that particular performance!

                                     KAREN
                              (weakly)
                         Lloyd says it's a publicity release...

                                     MARGO
                         The little witch must have had Indian 
                         runners out snatching critics out of 
                         bars, steam rooms and museums or 
                         wherever they hole up... well, she 
                         won't get away with it! Nor will 
                         Addison deWitt and his poison pen!  
                         If Equity or my lawyer can't or won't 
                         do anything about it, I will 
                         personally stuff that pathetic little 
                         lost lamb down Mr. deWitt's ugly 
                         throat...

               She pauses in midair to look at... Bill. He has come up the 
               stairs tow at a time, stands at the landing.

                                     BILL
                              (quietly)
                         I came as soon as I read that piece 
                         of filth. I ran all the way...

               Margo suddenly starts to cry. She turns from him. Bill takes 
               her in his arms. He holds her...

                                     BILL
                         Bill's here, baby. Everything's all 
                         right, now...

               Margo says nothing, just hides in his embrace. He soothes 
               her, pets her... he looks over at Karen.

                                     KAREN
                         I guess at this point I'm what the 
                         French call 'de trop'...

                                     BILL
                              (smiles)
                         Maybe just a little around the edges.

               Karen smiles back, waves, and goes out.

               INT. RICHARDS' APARTMENT - DAY

               Karen's having some lunch. Lloyd, still in his robe, sits 
               opposite her having some coffee and a cigarette. A copy of 
               the interview before him.

                                     LLOYD
                              (is saying)
                         It's Addison, from start to finish, 
                         it drips with his brand of venom... 
                         taking advantage of a kid like that, 
                         twisting her words, making her say 
                         what he wanted her to say-

                                     KAREN
                         Where'd you get all that information?

                                     LLOYD
                              (put out his cigarette)
                         Eve.

                                     KAREN
                         Eve?

                                     LLOYD
                         She's been to see me, as a matter of 
                         fact she left just before you came 
                         in - you just missed her...

                                     KAREN
                         That was a pity...

                                     LLOYD
                              (gets up)
                         She wanted to explain about her 
                         interview, wanted to apologize to 
                         someone - and didn't dare face 
                         Margo...

                                     KAREN
                         I wonder why.

               Lloyd wanders about - he seems to be searching for words, 
               for a position to maintain...

                                     LLOYD
                         She started to tell me all about it
                         and she couldn't finish, she cried 
                         so...

               He's over by a window, his back to her. Karen eyes him 
               curiously, waiting for the payoff...

                                     LLOYD
                              (finally)
                         You know, I've been going over our 
                         financial condition - if you'll pardon 
                         the expression...

                                     KAREN
                         That's quite a change of subject.

                                     LLOYD
                              (walks again)
                         What with taxes coming up - and since 
                         I'm a playwright and not an oil well 
                         operator - well, I've been thinking...

                                     KAREN
                         I'm trying hard to follow you.

                                     LLOYD
                         If - instead of waiting until next 
                         season to do 'Footsteps on the 
                         Ceiling', which is in pretty good 
                         shape - and if Margo can be talked 
                         into going on tour with 'Aged in 
                         Wood' - we could put 'Footsteps...' 
                         into production right away...

                                     KAREN
                         I'm beginning to catch up.

                                     LLOYD
                         If we could cast it properly, that 
                         is...

                                     KAREN
                              (carefully)
                         Maybe get some younger actress for 
                         the part? Someone who'd look the
                         part as well as play it?

                                     LLOYD
                              (smiles)
                         You've got to admit it would be a 
                         novelty.

                                     KAREN
                         Now you're quoting Addison. Or Eve.

               A pause.

                                     LLOYD
                         Eve did mention the play, you know.
                         But just in passing - she's never 
                         ask to play a part like "Cora," she'd 
                         never have the nerve...

                                     KAREN
                         Eve would ask Abbott to give her 
                         Costello.

                                     LLOYD
                         No, I got the idea myself - while 
                         she was talking to me...

                                     KAREN
                         With gestures, of course.

                                     LLOYD
                              (wistfully)
                         For once, to write something and 
                         have it realized completely. For
                         once, not to compromise-

               Now Karen explodes. She rises.

                                     KAREN
                         Lloyd Richards, you are not to 
                         consider giving that contemptible 
                         little worm the part of "Cora."

                                     LLOYD
                         Now just a minute-

                                     KAREN
                         Margo Channing has not been exactly 
                         a compromise all these years, half 
                         the playwrights in the world would 
                         give their shirts for that particular 
                         compromise!

                                     LLOYD
                              (angry)
                         Now just a minute!

                                     KAREN
                         It strikes me that Eve's disloyalty 
                         and ingratitude must be contagious!

               Lloyd's full of anger and guilt. He snaps back.

                                     LLOYD
                         All this fuss and hysteria because 
                         an impulsive kid got carried away by 
                         excitement and the conniving of a 
                         professional manure slinger named 
                         deWitt! She apologized, didn't she?

                                     KAREN
                         On her knees, I have no doubt! Very 
                         touching, very Academy-of-Dramatic 
                         Arts!

                                     LLOYD
                         That bitter cynicism of yours is 
                         something you've acquired since you 
                         left Radcliffe!

                                     KAREN
                         The cynicism you refer to, I acquired 
                         the day I discovered I was different 
                         from little boys!

               The phone has been ringing. Lloyd snarls into it.

                                     LLOYD
                         Hello!
                              (he quiets down)
                         ...hi, Margo... no, not at all, Karen 
                         and I were just chatting...  hmm?... 
                         why - why, yes, I'm sure we can and 
                         I'm sure we'd love to...  right... 
                         11:45ish. See you then...

               He hangs up. He smiles - suddenly, there's peace.

                                     LLOYD
                         Margo - and Bill - want us to meet 
                         them at the Cub Room tonight, after 
                         theater. For a bottle of wine.

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         Margo in the Cub Room. I couldn't be 
                         more surprised if she'd said Grant's 
                         Tomb.

                                     LLOYD
                         I'm glad Bill's back.

                                     KAREN
                         They'd die without each other.

               A pause.

                                     LLOYD
                         Darling, I didn't promise Eve 
                         anything. Just said I thought she'd 
                         be fine for the part, but there were 
                         some practical difficulties...

                                     KAREN
                         Such as?

                                     LLOYD
                              (grins)
                         You - for one. I told her you were 
                         set on Margo playing the part - and 
                         I certainly wouldn't make a change 
                         without your approval.

               Karen smiles happily.

                                     KAREN
                         That's fine. Fine and dandy. I'd 
                         enjoy nothing more. Just refer all 
                         of Miss Harrington's future requests 
                         to me...

               INT. CUB ROOM - STORK CLUB - NIGHT

               Margo, Karen, Bill and Lloyd are ensconced happily at a table 
               in the rear of the room. A bottle of fine wine is being 
               poured. Their mood is equally bubbly.

                                     BILL
                         The so-called art of acting is not 
                         one for which I have a particularly 
                         high regard...

                                     MARGO
                         Hear, hear...

                                     BILL
                         But you may quote me as follows.
                         Quote. Tonight Miss Margo Channing 
                         gave a performance in your cockamamie 
                         play, the like of which I have never 
                         seen before and expect rarely to see 
                         again. Unquote.

                                     MARGO
                         He does not exaggerate. I was good.

                                     BILL
                         You were great.

               As they look at each other, they reflect the understanding 
               that has hit them both at last.

                                     LLOYD
                         It's been quite a night. I
                         understand that your understudy - 
                         Miss Harrington - has given her 
                         notice.

                                     MARGO
                              (eyes still on Bill)
                         Too bad.

                                     BILL
                              (eyes still on Margo)
                         I'm broken up about it...

               The wine has been poured by now.

                                     LLOYD
                         For some reason you can't just pick 
                         up champagne and drink it.  Somebody's 
                         got to be very witty about a toast.
                              (he lifts his glass)
                         For instance...

                                     BILL
                              (abruptly)
                         I'm going to propose the toast.
                         Without wit. With all my heart.

               Lloyd lowers his glass. There's a little pause.

                                     BILL
                         To Margo. To my bride-to-be.

                                     MARGO
                         Glory Hallelujah.

                                     LLOYD
                         Well of all-

                                     KAREN
                         Margo!

                                     BILL
                         Drink.

               They drink, then burst into a flurry of questions.

                                     KAREN
                         When? When are you going to do it?

                                     BILL
                         Tomorrow we meet at City Hall at
                         ten-
                              (to Margo)
                         and you're going to be on time.

                                     MARGO
                         Yes, sir.

                                     LLOYD
                         City Hall, that's for prize fighters, 
                         and reporters - I see a cathedral, a 
                         bishop, banks of flowers...

                                     BILL
                         It's only for the license. There's a 
                         three-day wait - blood tests, things 
                         like that...

                                     MARGO
                         I'll marry you if it turns out you 
                         have no blood at all.

                                     LLOYD
                         Three days, that's for the bourgeois - 
                         I see a midnight elopement, waking 
                         up a village person...

                                     KAREN
                              (to Margo)
                         What are you going to wear?

                                     MARGO
                         Something simple. A fur coat over a 
                         nightgown...

                                     BILL
                         The point is - in the cathedral, a 
                         ball park or a penny arcade - we 
                         want to have you two beside us our 
                         nearest and dearest friends.

               Lloyd fills all the glasses.

                                     LLOYD
                         There are very few moments in life 
                         as good as this. Let's remember it.
                              (he lifts his glass)
                         To each of us and all of us... never 
                         have we been more close - may we 
                         never be farther apart.

               They drink. A waiter approaches with a note.

                                     WAITER
                         Mrs. Richards?

                                     KAREN
                         Yes?

                                     WAITER
                         For you.

               Karen stares at it curiously, then opens it.

                                     LLOYD
                         Very discreet. A note right out in 
                         the open like that. Next time tell 
                         your lover to blow smoke rings - or 
                         tap a glass...

                                     MARGO
                         Lloyd, I want you to be big about 
                         this... the world is full of love 
                         tonight, no woman is safe...

                                     KAREN
                              (angrily)
                         This beats all world's records for 
                         running, standing and jumping gall!

               She whips the note to Margo, who reads it aloud.

                                     MARGO
                              (reading)
                         "Please forgive me for butting into
                         what seems such a happy occasion - 
                         but it's most important that I speak 
                         with you. Please" - it's underlined - 
                         "meet me in the Ladies' Room. Eve."

                                     BILL
                         I understand she is now the understudy 
                         in there.

                                     MARGO
                              (looking about)
                         Pass me the empty bottle. I may find 
                         her... why, look. There's Rasputin.

               Addison sits near the entrance, at a banquette table for 
               two.

               A crumpled napkin and a wine glass indicate Eve's place. He 
               nibbles daintily at some blini.

               Margo hails a passing captain.

                                     MARGO
                         Encore du champagne.

                                     CAPTAIN
                         More champagne, Miss Channing?

                                     MARGO
                         That's what I said, bub.

                                     LLOYD
                              (to Karen)
                         After all, maybe she just wants to 
                         apologize...

                                     KAREN
                         I have no possible interest in 
                         anything she'd have to say.

                                     BILL
                         But what could she say? That's what 
                         fascinates me...

                                     LLOYD
                         Go on - find out...

                                     MARGO
                         Karen, in all the years of our 
                         friendship, I have never let you go 
                         to the Ladies' Room alone. But now I 
                         must. I am busting to know what goes 
                         on in that feverish little brain 
                         waiting there...

                                     KAREN
                         Well... all right.

               She gets up and goes. The CAMERA takes her past Addison's 
               table. He rises in polite surprise.

                                     ADDISON
                         Karen! How nice...

               She walks past him without a word. He smiles, looks toward 
               the group. He raises his glass in a toast.

               Margo responds to the toast by waving an onion with a grand 
               flourish, then eating it.

                                     BILL
                         Very effective. But why take it out 
                         on me?

               He eats one in self-defense.

               INT. LADIES' ROOM - STORK CLUB - NIGHT

               Never having been, I can't say what it looks like. It is to 
               be hoped that there is an outer and inner room. We are 
               concerned with the outer.

               There is an attendant in charge, and a constantly changing 
               flow of ladies who pause to make various repairs. All cafe 
               society - including one young drunk stretched out under a 
               mink coat and a wet towel.

               There are two chairs - or a banquette - in a corner. Eve 
               waits there. She rises as Karen approaches.

                                     EVE
                         I was wondering whether you'd come 
                         at all..

                                     KAREN
                         Don't get up.
                              (she smiles grimly)
                         And don't act as if I were the queen 
                         mother.

                                     EVE
                         I don't expect you to be pleasant.

                                     KAREN
                         I don't intend to be.

                                     EVE
                         Can't we sit down? Just for a 
                         minute...

               She sits down. Karen remains standing.

                                     EVE
                         I've got a lot to say. And none of 
                         it is easy.

                                     KAREN
                         There can't be very much-

                                     EVE
                         Oh, but there is-

                                     KAREN
                         And easy or not, I won't believe a 
                         word.

                                     EVE
                         Why shouldn't you?
                              (a pause)
                         Please sit down.

               Karen sits, reluctantly and rigidly.

                                     EVE
                         You know, I've always considered 
                         myself a very clever girl. Smart.
                         Good head on my shoulders, that sort 
                         of thing, never the wrong word at 
                         the wrong time... but then, I'd never 
                         met Addison deWitt.
                              (another pause)
                         I remember once I had a tooth pulled. 
                         They gave me some anesthetic - I 
                         don't remember the name - and it 
                         affected me in a strange way. I heard 
                         myself saying things I wasn't even 
                         thinking... as if my mind were 
                         someplace outside of my body, and 
                         couldn't control what I did or said-

                                     KAREN
                              (leading her on)
                         And you felt just like that talking 
                         to Addison.

                                     EVE
                              (nods)
                         In a way. You find yourself trying 
                         to say what you mean, but somehow 
                         the words change - and they become 
                         his words - and suddenly you're not 
                         saying what you mean, but what he
                         means-

                                     KAREN
                              (sharply)
                         Do you expect me to believe that
                         you didn't say any of those things -
                         that they were all Addison?

                                     EVE
                         No! I don't expect you to believe 
                         anything. Except that the 
                         responsibility is mine. And the 
                         disgrace.

                                     KAREN
                         Let's not get over-dramatic.

                                     EVE
                              (smiles grimly)
                         You've really got a low opinion of 
                         me, haven't you? We'll I'll give you 
                         some pleasant news. I've been told 
                         off in no uncertain terms all over 
                         town. Miss Channing should be happy 
                         to hear that. To know how loyal her 
                         friends are - how much more loyal 
                         they are than she had a right to 
                         expect me to be...

               She turns away from Karen. Karen's embarrassed.

                                     KAREN
                         Eve... don't cry.

                                     EVE
                              (turned away)
                         I'm not crying.

                                     KAREN
                         Tell me. How did your lunch turn out - 
                         with the man from Hollywood?

                                     EVE
                         Some vague promises of a test, that's 
                         all - if a particular part should 
                         come along, one of those things-

                                     KAREN
                         But the raves about your
                         performance-

                                     EVE
                         An understudy's performance.

                                     KAREN
                         Well. I think you're painting the 
                         picture a little darker than it is, 
                         really. If nothing else - and don't 
                         underestimate him - you have a 
                         powerful friend in Addison.

                                     EVE
                         He's not my friend. You were my 
                         friends...

                                     KAREN
                         He can help you.

                                     EVE
                         I wish I'd never met him, I'd like 
                         him to be dead... I want my friends 
                         back.

               This time she does cry. Softly, miserably. Karen looks about.

               A pause. She puts an arm around Eve.

                                     KAREN
                         Eve. I - I don't think you meant to 
                         cause unhappiness. But you did.  
                         More to yourself, perhaps - as it 
                         turned out - than to anyone else...

                                     EVE
                         I'll never get over it.

                                     KAREN
                              (smiles)
                         Yes, you will. You Theater people 
                         always do. Nothing is forever in the 
                         Theater. Love or hate, success or 
                         failure - whatever it is, it's here, 
                         it flares up and burns hot - and 
                         then it's gone.

                                     EVE
                         I wish I could believe that.

                                     KAREN
                         Give yourself time. Don't worry too 
                         much about what people think, you're 
                         very young and very talented...
                              (she gets up, her 
                              hand still on Eve's 
                              shoulder)
                         ...and, believe it or not, if there's 
                         anything I can do-

               Eve has reached up to take Karen's hand. She holds it now, 
               as she turns slowly to face her.

                                     EVE
                         There is something.

               Karen stares down at her. Eve's eyes burn into tears. Karen 
               is caught, fascinated by them.

                                     KAREN
                         I think I know...

                                     EVE
                         Something most important you can do.

                                     KAREN
                         You want to play "Cora." You want me 
                         to tell Lloyd I think you should 
                         play it.

                                     EVE
                         If you told him so, he'd give me the 
                         part. He said he would.

                                     KAREN
                         After all you've said... don't you 
                         know the part was written for Margo?

                                     EVE
                         It could have been - fifteen years 
                         ago. It's my part now.

                                     KAREN
                         You talk just as Addison said you 
                         did.

                                     EVE
                         "Cora" is my part. You've got to 
                         tell Lloyd it's for me.

                                     KAREN
                         I don't think anything in the world 
                         could make me say that.

               She turns away again, but Eve's grip is like a vise.

                                     EVE
                         Addison wants me to play it.

                                     KAREN
                         Over my dead body...

                                     EVE
                              (cold, relentless)
                         That won't be necessary. Addison 
                         knows how Margo happened to miss 
                         that performance - how I happened to 
                         know she'd miss it in time to call 
                         him and notify every paper in town...
                              (Karen stops struggling)
                         ...it's quite a story.  Addison could 
                         make quite a thing of it - imagine 
                         how snide and vicious he could get 
                         and still write nothing but the truth. 
                         I had a time persuading him...
                              (she smiles, now)
                         ...you'd better sit down. You look a 
                         bit wobbly.
                              (Karen sits)
                         If I play "Cora," Addison will never 
                         tell what happened - in or out of 
                         print. A simple exchange of favors. 
                         And I'm so happy I can do something 
                         for you - at long last...
                              (Karen covers her 
                              face with her hands)
                         Your friendship with Margo - your 
                         deep, close friendship - what would 
                         happen to it, do you think, if she 
                         knew the cheap trick you'd played on 
                         her - for my benefit?  And you and 
                         Lloyd - how long, even in the Theater, 
                         before people forgot what happened - 
                         and trusted you again?
                              (now Eve gets up)
                         No... it would be so much easier on 
                         everyone concerned, if I were to 
                         play "Cora." And so much better 
                         theater, too...

               Karen looks up slowly.

                                     KAREN
                         A part in a play. You'd do all that
                         just for a part in a play.

                                     EVE
                              (smiles)
                         I'd do much more - for a part that 
                         good.

               She leaves. Karen is alone.

               INT. CUB ROOM - NIGHT

               Eve enters and slides in beside Addison.

                                     ADDISON
                         Hungry?

                                     EVE
                         Just some coffee.

                                     ADDISON
                              (pours)
                         I'm not surprised. After all that 
                         humble pie...

                                     EVE
                         Nothing of the kind. Karen and I had 
                         a nice talk.

                                     ADDISON
                         Heart to heart? Woman to woman?
                         Including a casual reference to the 
                         part of "Cora" - and your hopes of 
                         playing it.

                                     EVE
                         I discussed it very openly. I told
                         her that I had spoken to Lloyd - and 
                         that he was interested.

                                     ADDISON
                         She mentioned, of course, that Margo 
                         expects to play the part?

                                     EVE
                         Oddly enough - she didn't say a word 
                         about Margo. Just that she'll be 
                         happy to do what she can to see that 
                         I play the part.

               Addison puffs at his cigarette, bemused.

                                     ADDISON
                         Just like that, eh?

                                     EVE
                         Just like that.

                                     ADDISON
                              (thoughtfully)
                         Do you know, Eve - sometimes I think 
                         you keep things from me.

               Eve's feelings are hurt.

                                     EVE
                         I don't think that's funny.

                                     ADDISON
                         It wasn't meant to be.

                                     EVE
                         I confide in you and rely on you 
                         more than anyone I've ever known!
                         To say a thing like that now - without 
                         any reason - when I need you more 
                         than ever...

                                     ADDISON
                              (breaks in)
                         I hope you mean what you say, Eve.
                         I intend to hold you to it.

               Their eyes meet.

                                     ADDISON
                         We have a great deal in common, it 
                         seems to me...

               They both look as Karen passes them on her way back to her 
               table.

               GROUP, as Karen joins them. Another bottle of champagne has 
               come and almost gone - there's a fine, cheery feeling among 
               them. Margo, in particular, is cheery. A pause. Karen downs 
               a glass of champagne.

                                     LLOYD
                         Well? What happened?

                                     KAREN
                         Nothing much. She apologized.

                                     MARGO
                         With tears?

                                     KAREN
                         With tears.

                                     MARGO
                         But not right away? First the business 
                         of fighting them off, chin up, stout 
                         fella...

                                     KAREN
                         Check.

                                     MARGO
                         Very classy stuff, lots of technique-

                                     LLOYD
                         You mean - all this time - she'd 
                         done nothing but apologize? What'd 
                         you say?

                                     KAREN
                         Not much.

                                     MARGO
                         Groom-
                              (Bill says "huh?")
                         may I have a wedding present?

                                     BILL
                         What would you like? Texas?

                                     MARGO
                         I want everybody to shut up about 
                         Eve. Just shut up about Eve, that's 
                         all I want. Give Karen more wine...
                              (blissfully)
                         ...never have I been so happy.  Isn't 
                         this a lovely room? The Cub Room. 
                         What a lovely, clever name.  Where 
                         the elite meet. Never have I seen so 
                         much elite - and all with their eyes 
                         on me. Waiting for me to crack that 
                         little gnome over the noggin with a 
                         bottle. But not tonight. Even Eve. I 
                         forgive Eve... there they go.

               They all look.

               ADDISON AND EVE, they get up and go without looking back.

               GROUP, they watch for an instant.

                                     MARGO
                         There goes Eve. Eve evil, Little 
                         Miss Evil. But the evil that men do,
                         how does it go, groom? Something 
                         about the good they leave behind - I 
                         played it once in rep in Wilkes 
                         Barre...

                                     BILL
                         You've got it backwards. Even for 
                         Wilkes-Barre.

                                     MARGO
                         You know why I forgive Eve? Because 
                         she's left good behind - the four of 
                         us, together like this, it's Eve's 
                         fault - I forgive her...

               Karen's reactions are, of course, most important. Knowing 
               what she's done to Margo - wondering how to do what she must.

                                     MARGO
                         ...and Bill. Especially Bill. Eve 
                         did that, too.

                                     LLOYD
                         You know, she probably means well, 
                         after all...

                                     MARGO
                         She is a louse.

                                     BILL
                              (to Lloyd)
                         Never try to outguess Margo.

                                     MARGO
                         Groom.

                                     BILL
                         Yes, dear.

                                     MARGO
                         You know what I'm going to be?

                                     BILL
                         A cowboy.

                                     MARGO
                         A married lady.

                                     BILL
                         With the paper to prove it.

                                     MARGO
                         I'm going to have a home. Not just a 
                         house I'm afraid to stay in...  and 
                         a man to go with it. I'll look up at 
                         six o'clock - and there he'll be... 
                         remember, Karen?

                                     KAREN
                              (quietly)
                         I remember.

                                     MARGO
                              (to Bill)
                         You'll be there, won't you.

                                     BILL
                              (grins)
                         Often enough to keep the franchise.

                                     MARGO
                         A foursquare, upright, downright, 
                         forthright married lady... that's 
                         for me. And no more make believe!
                         Off stage or on... remember, Lloyd.

                                     (LLOYD NODS)
                         I mean it, now. Grown-up women only, 
                         I might even play a mother - only 
                         one child, of course, not over 
                         eight...
                              (they all smile)
                         Lloyd, will you promise not to be 
                         angry with me?

                                     LLOYD
                              (smiles)
                         That depends.

                                     MARGO
                         I mean really, deeply angry...

                                     LLOYD
                         I don't think I could be.

                                     MARGO
                         Well. I don't want to play "Cora."

                                     KAREN
                              (explodes)
                         What?

               Margo misinterprets her vehemence.

                                     MARGO
                              (hastily)
                         Now wait a minute, you're always so 
                         touchy about his plays, it isn't the 
                         part - it's a great part. And a fine 
                         play. But not for me anymore - not a 
                         foursquare, upright, downright, 
                         forthright married lady.

                                     LLOYD
                         What's your being married got to do 
                         with it?

                                     MARGO
                         It means I've finally got a life to 
                         live! I don't have to play parts I'm 
                         too old for - just because I've got 
                         nothing to do with my nights!
                              (then quietly)
                         I know you've made plans. I'll make 
                         it up to you, believe me. I'll tour
                         a year with this one, anything - 
                         only you do understand - don't you, 
                         Lloyd?

               Lloyd never gets to answer. Because Karen, before anyone can 
               stop her, bursts into hysterical laughter...

                                     LLOYD
                         What's so funny?

                                     KAREN
                         Nothing...

                                     BILL
                         Nothing?

                                     KAREN
                         Everything... everything's so funny...

               Margo removes the champagne glass from in front of Karen...

                                                                   FADE OUT

               FADE IN:

               INT. THEATER - CURRAN THEATER - DAY

               Karen is seated unobtrusively in a rear lower box. Lloyd 
               sits beside Max up front.

               On stage, the play is "on its feet." Eve plays a dramatic 
               scene with a young man. They carry "sides" but do not consult 
               them.

               As she speaks, Eve moves upstage, turns to face the young 
               man who is forced to turn his back to the auditorium.

               Bill calls a halt. He indicates to Eve that she was to have 
               remained downstage.

               Eve seems to be at a loss. She looks at Lloyd.

               Lloyd rises, says that he told her to make the change.

               Bill comes down to the footlights to tell him to stick to 
               writing, he'll do the directing. It mounts swiftly to a 
               screaming fight. Bill throws the script out into the 
               auditorium, takes his coat and stalks off.

               Eve runs after him. Max retrieves the script. Lloyd remains 
               adamant. Karen has risen in dismay.

               Eve drags Bill back. Without looking at Lloyd, he takes the 
               script from Max, tells the actors to pick up where they left 
               off.

               Eve whispers to Lloyd from the stage. Lloyd smiles, mollified, 
               sits down again with Max.

               Karen walks up the side aisle, out of the theater...

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         Lloyd never got around, somehow - to 
                         asking me whether it was all right 
                         with me for Eve to play "Cora"... 
                         Bill, oddly enough, refused to direct 
                         the play at first with Eve in it. 
                         Lloyd and Max finally won him over... 
                         Margo never came to a rehearsal, too 
                         much to do around the house, she 
                         said. I'd never known Bill and Lloyd 
                         to fight as bitterly and as often... 
                         and always over some business for 
                         Eve, or a move or the way she read a 
                         speech... but then I'd never known 
                         Lloyd to meddle as much with Bill's 
                         directing - as far as it affected 
                         Eve, that is... somehow, Eve kept 
                         them going. Bill stuck it out - and 
                         Lloyd seemed happy - and I thought 
                         it might be best if I skipped 
                         rehearsals from then on...

               INT. RICHARDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT

               It is a lovely, large room. Two double beds, not alongside 
               each other and each with an extension phone beside it. In 
               addition to the door to the living room, there are two more - 
               to separate dressing rooms and baths. Lloyd is asleep. But 
               not Karen. She turns restlessly, finally sits up, lights a 
               cigarette.

                                     KAREN'S VOICE
                         It seemed to me I had known always 
                         that it would happen - and here it 
                         was.  It felt helpless, that 
                         helplessness you feel when you have 
                         no talent to offer - outside of loving 
                         your husband. How could I compete?  
                         Everything Lloyd loved about me, he 
                         had gotten used to long ago...

               The phone jangles suddenly, startling her. It wakes Lloyd 
               up.

               Karen answers.

                                     KAREN
                         Hello... who?... who's calling Mr.
                         Richards?

               INT. ROOMING HOUSE - NIGHT

               A girl, in a wrapper, at a wall phone. Her hair's in curlers.

               She's frightened.

                                     GIRL
                         My name wouldn't mean anything. I 
                         room across the hall from Eve 
                         Harrington, and she isn't well.
                         She's been crying all night and 
                         hysterical, and she doesn't want a 
                         doctor...

               RICHARDS' BEDROOM, Lloyd is sitting on the edge of the bed, 
               looking over...

                                     LLOYD
                         Who is it? What's it all about?

                                     KAREN
                              (into phone)
                         Did Miss Harrington tell you to call 
                         Mr. Richards?

               Lloyd picks up his phone.

               ROOMING HOUSE

                                     GIRL
                         No, Eve didn't say to call him, but 
                         I remembered I saw Mr. Richards with 
                         her a couple of times - and I thought 
                         they being such good friends...

               RICHARDS' BEDROOM

                                     LLOYD
                              (into phone)
                         Hello... hello, this is Lloyd 
                         Richards. Where is Eve? Let me talk 
                         to her-

               ROOMING HOUSE

                                     GIRL
                         She's up in her room, Mr. Richards.
                         I really hate to bother you like 
                         this, but the way Eve's been feeling - 
                         I'm just worried sick what with her 
                         leaving for New Haven tomorrow, and 
                         everything...

               RICHARDS' BEDROOM

                                     LLOYD
                         Tell her not to worry - tell her 
                         I'll be right over.

               ROOMING HOUSE

                                     GIRL
                         I'll tell her, Mr. Richards.

               She hangs up. As she moves from the phone, the ANGLE WIDENS 
               to disclose Eve at the foot of the stairs. The girls smile 
               at each other. They go upstairs, arm in arm.

               RICHARDS' BEDROOM, Karen is still in bed, phone still in her 
               hand. She hangs up, swings her legs out, puts out her 
               cigarette, gets into a robe. The open door and light of the 
               dressing room tell us where Lloyd is.

               Karen walks to the door, starts to say something, changes 
               her mind. She crosses to a table, lights a fresh cigarette, 
               comes back to the door.

                                     KAREN
                              (finally)
                         Aren't you... broadening the duties 
                         of a playwright just a bit?  Rushing 
                         off in the middle of the night like 
                         a country doctor?

               No answer except the opening and closing of drawers.

                                     KAREN
                         What would you do if, instead of 
                         Eve, the leading man had called up 
                         to say her was hysterical?

               Still no answer. Her tension increasing, Karen goes back to 
               the table, snubs out the fresh cigarette, then strides swiftly 
               back to the open door.

                                     KAREN
                         Lloyd, I don't want you to go!

               Now Lloyd appears. He's in flannels, and a sport shirt with 
               no tie. He's confused and guilty and tortured.

                                     LLOYD
                         I didn't think you would! It seems 
                         to me, Karen, that for some time, 
                         now, you've been developing a deep 
                         unconcern for the feeling of human
                         Beings in general-

                                     KAREN
                         I'm a human being, I've got some!

                                     LLOYD
                              (goes right on)
                         and for my feelings in particular! 
                         For my play, my career - and now for 
                         a frightened, hysterical girl on the 
                         eve of her first night in the Theater!

               He goes back into his room.

                                     KAREN
                         Have you forgotten about Eve? What 
                         she is, what she's done?

                                     LLOYD
                         Old wives' tales, born of envy and 
                         jealousy! And a phobia against truth!

                                     KAREN
                         Then tell me this isn't true! That 
                         your concern for your play and career 
                         is one thing - and that poor 
                         frightened hysterical girl another - 
                         and that your concern for her has 
                         nothing to do with either your play 
                         or your career!

               Lloyd comes out wearing a jacket. He crosses to the door, 
               Karen after him.

                                     KAREN
                         That first, last, and foremost - 
                         your reason for going now is that 
                         you want to be with Eve! Three in 
                         the morning or high noon - play or 
                         no play - wife or no wife!
                              (Lloyd stops at the 
                              door)
                         Isn't it true, Lloyd?

               Lloyd goes out. Karen looks after him, despairing.

               EXT. SHUBERT THEATER - NEW HAVEN - DAY

               The theater is but a few doors from the TAFT HOTEL. The 
               marquee announces a new play by Lloyd Richards, presented by 
               Max Fabian, opening tonight.

               Addison and Eve stand before the theater admiring her photo 
               on a lobby display. None of the actors are starred.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         To the Theater world - New Haven, 
                         Connecticut, is a short stretch of 
                         sidewalk between the Shubert Theater 
                         and the Taft Hotel, surrounded by 
                         what looks very much like a small 
                         city. It is here that managers have 
                         what are called out-of-town openings - 
                         which are openings for New Yorkers 
                         who want to go out of town...

               They start for the hotel - Eve's arm through Addison's.

                                     EVE
                         What a day - what a heavenly day...

                                     ADDISON
                         D-day.

                                     EVE
                         Just like it.

                                     ADDISON
                         And tomorrow morning you will have 
                         won your beachhead on the shores of 
                         Immortality...

                                     EVE
                              (grins)
                         Stop rehearsing your column...
                         Isn't it strange, Addison?  I thought 
                         I'd be panic-stricken, want to run 
                         away or something.  Instead, I can't 
                         wait for tonight to come. To come 
                         and go...

                                     ADDISON
                         Are you that sure of tomorrow?

                                     EVE
                         Aren't you?

                                     ADDISON
                         Frankly - yes.

               They've arrived in front of the hotel.

                                     EVE
                         It'll be a night to remember. It'll 
                         bring to me everything I've ever
                         wanted. The end of an old road - and 
                         the beginning of a new one...

                                     ADDISON
                         All paved with diamonds and gold?

                                     EVE
                         You know me better than that.

                                     ADDISON
                         Paved with what, then?

                                     EVE
                         Stars.

               She goes in. Addison follows her.

               INT. CORRIDOR - TAFT HOTEL - DAY

               Addison accompanies Eve along the corridor to her door.

                                     EVE
                         What time?

                                     ADDISON
                         Almost four.

                                     EVE
                         Plenty of time for a nice long nap - 
                         we rehearsed most of last night...

                                     ADDISON
                         You could sleep, too, couldn't you?

                                     EVE
                         Why not?

               They've arrived at her door. She opens it.

                                     ADDISON
                         The mark of a true killer.
                              (he holds out his 
                              hand)
                         Sleep tight, rest easy - and come 
                         out fighting...

                                     EVE
                         Why'd call me a killer?

                                     ADDISON
                         Did I say killer? I meant champion.
                         I get my boxing terms mixed.

               He turns to go. After a few steps-

                                     EVE
                              (calling)
                         Addison-
                              (he pauses)
                         Come on in for just a minute, won't 
                         you? There's... I've got something 
                         to tell you.

               Addison turns curiously, and enters behind her.

               INT. EVE'S SUITE - TAFT HOTEL - DAY

               Old-fashioned, dreary and small. The action starts in the 
               living room and continues to the bedroom.

               Addison closes the door, crosses to a comfortable chair.

                                     ADDISON
                         Suites are for expense accounts.
                         Aren't you being extravagant?

                                     EVE
                         Max is paying for it. He and Lloyd 
                         had a terrific row but Lloyd 
                         insisted... well. Can I fix you a 
                         drink?

               She indicates a table elaborately stocked with liquor, 
               glasses, etc. Addison's eyebrows lift.

                                     ADDISON
                         Also with the reluctant compliments 
                         of Max Fabian.

                                     EVE
                         Lloyd. I never have any, and he likes 
                         a couple of drinks after we finish - 
                         so he sent it up...

                                     ADDISON
                         Some plain soda.
                              (Eve starts to fix it)
                         Lloyd must be expecting a record run 
                         in New Haven...

                                     EVE
                         That's for tonight. You're invited.
                         We're having everyone up after the 
                         performance.

                                     ADDISON
                         We're?

                                     EVE
                         Lloyd and I.

               She carries the soda to him, sits on an ottoman at his feet.

                                     ADDISON
                         I find it odd that Karen isn't here 
                         for the opening, don't you?

               He sips his soda and puts away, carefully avoiding a look at 
               Eve. As he looks back-

                                     EVE
                         Addison...

                                     ADDISON
                              (blandly)
                         She's always been so fantastically 
                         devoted to Lloyd. I would imagine 
                         that only death or destruction
                         could keep her-

                                     EVE
                              (breaks in)
                         Addison, just a few minutes ago.
                         When I told you this would be a night 
                         to remember - that it would bring me 
                         everything I wanted-

                                     ADDISON
                              (nods)
                         Something about an old road ending 
                         and a new one starting - paved with 
                         stars...

                                     EVE
                         I didn't mean just the Theater.

                                     ADDISON
                         What else?

               Eve gets up, crosses to look out over the Common.

                                     EVE
                              (her back to him)
                         Lloyd Richards. He's going to leave 
                         Karen. We're going to be married.

               For just a flash, Addison's eyes narrow coldly, viciously.

               Then they crinkle into a bland smile.

                                     ADDISON
                         So that's it. Lloyd. Still just the 
                         Theater, after all...

                                     EVE
                              (turns; shocked)
                         It's nothing of the kind! Lloyd loves 
                         me, I love him!

                                     ADDISON
                         I know nothing about Lloyd and his 
                         loves - I leave those to Louisa May 
                         Alcott. But I do know you.

                                     EVE
                         I'm in love with Lloyd!

                                     ADDISON
                         Lloyd Richards is commercially the 
                         most successful playwright in
                         America-

                                     EVE
                         You have no right to say such things!

                                     ADDISON
                         And artistically, the most promising! 
                         Eve dear, this is Addison.

               Eve drops her shocked manner like a cape. Her face lights up - 
               she crosses back to the ottoman.

                                     EVE
                         Addison, won't it be just perfect?
                         Lloyd and I - there's no telling how 
                         far we can go... he'll write great 
                         plays for me, I'll make them be great!
                              (as she sits)
                         You're the only one I've told, the 
                         only one that knows except Lloyd and 
                         me...

                                     ADDISON
                         ...and Karen.

                                     EVE
                         She doesn't know.

                                     KAREN
                         She knows enough not to be here.

                                     EVE
                         But not all of it - not that Lloyd 
                         and I are going to be married.

                                     ADDISON
                              (thoughtfully)
                         I see. And when was this unholy 
                         alliance joined?

                                     EVE
                         We decided the night before last, 
                         before we came up here...

                                     ADDISON
                              (increasingly tense)
                         Was the setting properly romantic - 
                         the lights on dimmers, gypsy violins 
                         off stage?

                                     EVE
                         The setting wasn't romantic, but 
                         Lloyd was. He woke me up at three
                         in the morning, banging on my door - 
                         he couldn't sleep, he told me - he's 
                         left Karen, he couldn't go on with 
                         the play or anything else until I 
                         promised to marry him... We sat and 
                         talked until it was light.  He never 
                         went home...

                                     ADDISON
                         You sat and talked until it was 
                         light...

                                     EVE
                              (meaningly)
                         We sat and talked, Addison. I want a 
                         run of the play contract.

                                     ADDISON
                              (quietly)
                         There never was, there'll never be 
                         another like you.

                                     EVE
                              (happily)
                         Well, say something - anything!
                         Congratulations, skol - good work, 
                         Eve!

               Addison rises slowly, to his full height. As Eve watches 
               him,

               as her eyes go up to his, her smile fades-

                                     ADDISON
                         What do you take me for?

                                     EVE
                              (cautiously)
                         I don't know what I take you for 
                         anything...

                                     ADDISON
                              (moving away)
                         It is possible - even conceivable - 
                         that you've confused me with that 
                         gang of backward children you've 
                         been playing tricks on - that you 
                         have the same contempt for me that 
                         you have for them?

                                     EVE
                         I'm sure you mean something by that, 
                         Addison, but I don't know what...

                                     ADDISON
                         Look closely, Eve, it's time you 
                         did. I am Addison deWitt. I'm nobody's 
                         fool. Least of all - yours.

                                     EVE
                         I never intended you to be.

                                     ADDISON
                         Yes, you did. You still do.

               Eve gets up, now.

                                     EVE
                         I still don't know what you're getting 
                         at. Right now I want to take my nap. 
                         It's important that I-

                                     ADDISON
                              (breaks in)
                         It's important right now that we 
                         talk. Killer to killer.

                                     EVE
                              (wisely)
                         Champion to champion.

                                     ADDISON
                         Not with me, you're no champion.
                         You're stepping way up in class.

                                     EVE
                         Addison, will you please say what 
                         you have to say plainly and distinctly -
                         and then get out so I can take my 
                         nap!

                                     ADDISON
                         Very well, plainly and distinctly.  
                         Although I consider it unnecessary - 
                         because you know as well as I, what 
                         I am about to say.
                              (They are now facing 
                              each other)
                         Lloyd may leave Karen, but he will 
                         not leave Karen for you.

                                     EVE
                         What do you mean by that?

                                     ADDISON
                         More plainly and more distinctly? I
                         Have not come to New Haven to see 
                         the play, discuss your dreams, or to 
                         pull the ivy from the walls of Yale! 
                         I have come to tell you that you 
                         will not marry Lloyd - or anyone 
                         else - because I will not permit it.

                                     EVE
                         What have you got to do with it?

                                     ADDISON
                         Everything. Because after tonight, 
                         you will belong to me.

                                     EVE
                         I can't believe my ears...

                                     ADDISON
                         A dull cliché.

                                     EVE
                         Belong - to you? That sound medieval - 
                         something out of an old melodrama...

                                     ADDISON
                         So does the history of the world for 
                         the past twenty years. I don't enjoy 
                         putting it as bluntly as this, frankly 
                         I had hoped that you would, somehow, 
                         have known - have taken it for granted 
                         that you and I...

                                     EVE
                         ...taken it for granted? That you 
                         and I...

               She smiles. Then she chuckles, then laughs. A mistake.

               Addison slaps her sharply across the face.

                                     ADDISON
                              (quietly)
                         Remember as long as you live, never 
                         to laugh at me. At anything or anyone 
                         else - but never at me.

               Eve eyes him coldly, goes to the door, throws it open.

                                     EVE
                         Get out!

               Addison walks to the door, closes it.

                                     ADDISON
                         You're too short for that gesture.
                         Besides, it went out with Mrs. Fiske.

                                     EVE
                         Then if you won't get out, I'll have 
                         you thrown out.

               She goes to the phone.

                                     ADDISON
                         Don't pick it up! Don't even put 
                         your hand on it...

               She doesn't. Her back is to him. Addison smiles.

                                     ADDISON
                         Something told you to do as I say, 
                         didn't it? That instinct is worth 
                         millions, you can't buy it, cherish 
                         it, Eve. When that alarm goes off, 
                         go to your battle stations...

               He comes up behind her. Eve is tense and wary.

                                     ADDISON
                         Your name is not Eve Harrington. It 
                         is Gertrude Slescynski.

                                     EVE
                         What of it?

                                     ADDISON
                         It is true that your parents were 
                         poor. They still are. And they would 
                         like to know how you are - and where. 
                         They haven't heard from you for three 
                         years...

                                     EVE
                              (curtly)
                         What of it?

               She walks away. Addison eyes her keenly.

                                     ADDISON
                         A matter of opinion. Granted. It is 
                         also true that you worked in a 
                         brewery. But life in the brewery was 
                         apparently not as dull as you pictured 
                         it. As a matter of fact, it got less 
                         and less dull - until you boss's 
                         wife had your boss followed by 
                         detectives!

                                     EVE
                              (whirls on him)
                         She never proved anything, not a 
                         thing!

                                     ADDISON
                         But the $500 you got to get out of 
                         town brought you straight to New 
                         York - didn't it?

               Eve turns and runs into the bedroom, slamming the door.

               Addison opens it, follows close after her... he can be seen 
               in the bedroom, shouting at Eve who is offscene.

                                     ADDISON
                         That $500 brought you straight to 
                         New York - didn't it?

               INT. BEDROOM - DAY

               Eve, trapped, in a corner of the room.

                                     EVE
                         She was a liar, she was a liar!

                                     ADDISON
                         Answer my question! Weren't you paid 
                         to get out of town?

               Eve throws herself on the bed, face down, bursts in tears.

               Addison, merciless, moves closer.

                                     ADDISON
                         Fourth. There was no Eddie - no pilot - 
                         and you've never been married! That 
                         was not only a lie, but an insult to 
                         dead heroes and to the women who 
                         loved them...
                              (Eve, sobbing, puts 
                              her hands over her 
                              ears; Addison, closer, 
                              pulls them away)
                         ...Fifth. San Francisco has no Shubert 
                         Theater and North Shore, you've never 
                         been to San Francisco!

               That was a stupid lie, easy to expose, not worthy of you...

               Eve twists to look up at him, her eyes streaming.

                                     EVE
                         I had to get in, to meet Margo! I 
                         had to say something, be somebody, 
                         make her like me!

                                     ADDISON
                         She did like you, she helped and 
                         trusted you! You paid her back by 
                         trying to take Bill away!

                                     EVE
                         That's not true!

                                     ADDISON
                         I was there, I saw you and heard you 
                         through the dressing room door!

               Eve turns face down again, sobbing miserably.

                                     ADDISON
                         You used my name and my column to 
                         blackmail Karen into getting you the 
                         part of "Cora" - and you lied to me 
                         about it!

                                     EVE
                              (into the bed)
                         No-no-no...

                                     ADDISON
                         I had lunch with Karen not three 
                         hours ago. As always with women who 
                         want to find out things, she told 
                         more than she learned...
                              (he lets go of her 
                              hands)
                         ...do you want to change your story 
                         about Lloyd beating at your door the 
                         other night?

               Eve covers her face with her hands.

                                     EVE
                         Please... please...

               Addison get off the bed, looks down at her.

                                     ADDISON
                         That I should want you at all suddenly 
                         strikes me as the height of 
                         improbability. But that, in itself, 
                         is probably the reason.  You're an 
                         improbable person, Eve, and so am I. 
                         We have that in common. Also a 
                         contempt for humanity, an inability 
                         to love or be loved, insatiable 
                         ambition - and talent. We deserve 
                         each other. Are you listening to me?

               Eve lies listlessly now, her tear-stained cheek against the 
               coverlet. She nods.

                                     ADDISON
                         Then say so.

                                     EVE
                         Yes, Addison.

                                     ADDISON
                         And you realize - you agree how 
                         completely you belong to me?

                                     EVE
                         Yes, Addison.

                                     ADDISON
                         Take your nap, now. And good luck 
                         for tonight.

               He starts out.

                                     EVE
                              (tonelessly)
                         I won't play tonight.
                              (Addison pauses)
                         I couldn't. Not possibly. I couldn't 
                         go on...

                                     ADDISON
                              (smiles)
                         Couldn't go on? You'll give the 
                         performance of your life.

               He goes out. The CAMERA REMAINS on Eve's forlorn, tear stained 
               face. Her eyes close... she goes to sleep.

               INT. DINING HALL - SARAH SIDDONS SOCIETY - NIGHT

               THE STOPPED ACTION of Eve reaching out for the award. The 
               applause and bulb-popping still going on.

                                     ADDISON'S VOICE
                         And she gave the performance of her 
                         life. And it was a night to remember, 
                         that night...

               THE ACTION picks up where it left off. Eve accepts the award 
               from the Aged Actor, kisses him tenderly, folds the award to 
               her bosom and waits for quiet.

               She speaks with assurance, yet modestly and humbly.

                                     EVE
                         Honored members of Sarah Siddons 
                         Society, distinguished guests, ladies 
                         and gentlemen: What is there for me 
                         to say? Everything wise and witty 
                         has long since been said - by minds 
                         more mature and talents far greater 
                         than mine. For me to thank you as 
                         equals would be presumptuous.  I am 
                         an apprentice in the Theater and 
                         have much to learn from you all. I 
                         can say only that I am proud and 
                         happy and that I regard this great 
                         honor not so much as an award for 
                         what I have achieved, but as a 
                         standard to hold against what I have 
                         yet to accomplish.
                              (applause)
                         And further, I regard it as bestowed 
                         upon me only in part. The larger 
                         share belongs to my friends in the 
                         Theater - and to the Theater itself, 
                         which has given me all I have. In 
                         good conscience, I must give credit 
                         where credit is due. To Max Fabian-

               MAX sits erect, beaming proudly.

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                         Dear Max. Dear, sentimental, generous, 
                         courageous Max Fabian - who took a 
                         chance on an unknown, untried, 
                         amateur...

               EVE, after applause greets Max.

                                     EVE
                         And to my first friend in the Theater - 
                         whose kindness and graciousness I 
                         shall never forget... Karen - Mrs. 
                         Lloyd Richards...

               KAREN resumes her doodling as applause breaks out for her...

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                         ...and it was Karen who first brought 
                         me to one whom I had always idolized -
                         and who was to become my benefactor 
                         and champion. A great actress and a 
                         great woman - Margo Channing.

               MARGO, part of Eve's tribute has been over her CLOSE-UP. She 
               smiles grimly in reaction to the applause.

               EVE looks to her right, waits for the applause to die.

                                     EVE
                         My director - who demanded always a 
                         little more than my talent could
                         provide-

               BILL, seated at the speakers' table. He has his award before 
               him - a smaller one. He puts out a cigarette expressionlessly 
               as the applause breaks out.

                                     EVE
                         But who taught me patiently and 
                         well... Bill Sampson.

               LLOYD sits beside Bill. He, too, has a smaller award. As Eve 
               speaks, he throws her a brief glance.

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                         And one, without whose great play 
                         and faith in me, this night would 
                         never have been. How can I repay 
                         Lloyd Richards?

               EVE waits for the applause to die.

                                     EVE
                         How can I repay the many others? So 
                         many, that I couldn't possibly name 
                         them all...

               ADDISON smiles approvingly.

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                         ...whose help, guidance and advice 
                         have made this, the happiest night 
                         of my life, possible.

               EVE stares at the award for an instant, as if fighting for 
               self-control.

                                     EVE
                         Although I am going to Hollywood 
                         next week to make a film - do not 
                         think for a moment that I am leaving 
                         you. How could I?  For my heart is 
                         here in the Theater - and three 
                         thousand miles are too far to be 
                         away from one's heart.  I'll be back 
                         to claim it - and soon. That is, if 
                         you want me back.

               Another storm of applause. Much ad lib shouting as Bill and 
               Lloyd are summoned to pose beside her for more pictures.

               People are thronging out. The Aged Actor shouts above the 
               hubbub...

                                     AGED ACTOR
                         A good night to all - and to all a 
                         good night!

               Eve disengages herself from the photographers, makes her way 
               toward Addison's table... Bill and Lloyd follow. CAMERA 
               FOLLOWS Lloyd to Karen. They kiss. He gives her the award.

                                     LLOYD
                         For services rendered - beyond the 
                         whatever-it-is-of-duty, darling.

               Max bustles into the SHOT.

                                     MAX
                         Come on! I'm the host, I gotta get 
                         home before the guests start stealing 
                         the liquor...

               She and Lloyd follow Max. Addison and Eve are on their way.

               Lloyd goes right by. Karen pauses at Eve.

                                     KAREN
                         Congratulations, Eve.

                                     EVE
                         Thank you, Karen.

               Karen goes. Eve is being constantly congratulated. Some ad 
               lib about seeing her at Max's party...

                                     MAX
                              (to Addison)
                         I'm giving her a very high-class 
                         party. It ain't like a rehearsal, 
                         she don't have to be late.

                                     ADDISON
                         As soon as the peasants stop pawing 
                         her.

               Max hurries out. Margo and Bill step into the SHOT. Eve turns 
               from a well-wisher to face her.

                                     MARGO
                         ...nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn't 
                         worry too much about your heart. You 
                         can always put that award where your 
                         heart ought to be.

               Eve looks at her wordlessly. Margo and Bill leave. Addison 
               and Eve are alone. The tables about them are empty. Suddenly, 
               her face becomes expressionless, her eyes dull... she glances 
               at the table.

                                     EVE
                         I don't suppose there's a drink 
                         left...

                                     ADDISON
                         You can have one at Max's.

                                     EVE
                              (sits)
                         I don't think I'm going.

                                     ADDISON
                              (sighs)
                         Why not?

                                     EVE
                         Because I don't want to.

                                     ADDISON
                              (patiently)
                         Max has gone to a great deal of 
                         trouble, it's going to be an elaborate 
                         party, and it's for you.

                                     EVE
                         No, it's not.
                              (she holds up the 
                              award)
                         It's for this.

                                     ADDISON
                         It's the same thing, isn't it?

                                     EVE
                         Exactly.
                              (she gives him the 
                              award)
                         Here. Take it to the party instead 
                         of me.

                                     ADDISON
                         You're being childish.

               A well-wisher rushes up to Eve with an "Eve, darling, I'm so 
               happy!" Eve rises, thanks her graciously. Then she pulls her 
               wrap over her shoulder.

                                     EVE
                         I'm tired. I want to go home.

                                     ADDISON
                              (curtly)
                         Very well. I shall drop you and go 
                         on to the party. I have no intention 
                         of missing it...

               They exit from the room, now empty of everything but tables, 
               waiters, and the usual banquet debris.

               EXT. PARK AVENUE - NIGHT

               Eve gets out of taxi in front of a fashionable apartment 
               hotel. She doesn't say good night to Addison, she enters the 
               hotel as the cab drives off. She hasn't the award with her.

               INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE EVE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Smart, but not gaudy. Eve crosses from the elevator to her 
               apartment. She lets herself in.

               INT. EVE'S HOTEL APARTMENT - NIGHT

               A small foyer, from which one door leads to the leaving room, 
               another to the bedroom. The bedroom and living room do not 
               connect except through the foyer.

               All the lights are out. Eve turns them on in the foyer, the 
               same as she enters the bedroom. There are some new trunks, 
               in various stages of being packed. Eve tosses her wrap on 
               the bed, goes through the foyer to the living room.

               She turns on the light in the living room. CAMERA FOLLOWS 
               her to a smart small bar where she fixes a stiff drink. As 
               she turns from the bar, she stares - starts in fright - and 
               drops the drink.

               A young girl, asleep in a chair, wakes with a jump. She stares 
               at Eve, horror-stricken.

                                     EVE
                         Who are you?

                                     GIRL
                         Miss Harrington...

                                     EVE
                         What are you doing here?

                                     GIRL
                         I - I guess I fell asleep.

               Eve starts for the phone. The girl rises in panic.

                                     GIRL
                         Please don't have me arrested,
                         please! I didn't steal anything - 
                         you can search me!

                                     EVE
                              (pauses)
                         How did you get in here?

                                     GIRL
                         I hid outside in the hall till the 
                         maid came to turn down your bed.  
                         She must've forgot something and 
                         when she went to get it, she left 
                         the door open. I sneaked in and hid 
                         till she finished. Then I just looked 
                         around - and pretty soon I was afraid 
                         somebody'd notice the lights were on 
                         so I turned them off and then I guess, 
                         I fell asleep.

                                     EVE
                         You were just looking around...

                                     GIRL
                         That's all.

                                     EVE
                         What for?

                                     GIRL
                         You probably won't believe me.

                                     EVE
                         Probably not.

                                     GIRL
                         It was for my report.

                                     EVE
                         What report? To whom?

                                     GIRL
                         About how you live, what kind of 
                         clothes you wear - what kind of 
                         perfume and books - things like that.  
                         You know the Eve Harrington clubs - 
                         that they've got in most of the girls' 
                         high schools?

                                     EVE
                         I've heard of them.

                                     GIRL
                         Ours was one of the first. Erasmus 
                         Hall. I'm the president.

                                     EVE
                         Erasmus Hall. That's in Brooklyn,
                         isn't it?

                                     GIRL
                         Lots of actresses come from Brooklyn. 
                         Barbara Stanwyck, Susan Hayward - of 
                         course, they're just movie stars.

               Eve makes no comment. She lies wearily on the couch.

                                     GIRL
                         You're going to Hollywood - aren't 
                         you?
                              (Eve murmurs "uh-huh")
                         From the trunks you're packing, you 
                         must be going to stay a long time.

                                     EVE
                         I might.

                                     GIRL
                         That spilled drink is going to ruin 
                         your carpet.

               She crosses to it.

                                     EVE
                         The maid'll fix it in the morning.

                                     GIRL
                         I'll just pick up the broken glass.

                                     EVE
                         Don't bother.

               The girl puts the broken glass on the bar. She starts to mix 
               Eve a fresh drink.

                                     EVE
                         How'd you get all the way up here 
                         from Brooklyn?

                                     GIRL
                         Subway.

                                     EVE
                         How long does it take?

                                     GIRL
                         With changing and everything, a little 
                         over an hour.

               She carries the drink over to Eve.

                                     EVE
                         It's after one now. You won't get 
                         home till all hours.

                                     GIRL
                              (smiles)
                         I don't care if I never get home.

               The door buzzer sounds.

                                     EVE
                         That's the door.

                                     GIRL
                         You rest. I'll get it...

               She goes to the door, opens it. Addison stands there, the 
               Sarah Siddons Award in his hands.

                                     ADDISON
                         Hello, there. Who are you?

                                     GIRL
                              (shyly)
                         Miss Harrington's resting, Mr.  
                         deWitt. She asked me to see who it 
                         is...

                                     ADDISON
                         We won't disturb her rest. It seems 
                         she left her award in the taxicab.
                         Will you give it to her?

               She holds it as if it were the Promised Land. Addison smiles 
               faintly. He knows the look.

                                     ADDISON
                         How do you know my name?

                                     GIRL
                         It's a very famous name, Mr. deWitt.

                                     ADDISON
                         And what is your name?

                                     GIRL
                         Phoebe.

                                     ADDISON
                         Phoebe?

                                     GIRL
                              (stubbornly)
                         I call myself Phoebe.

                                     ADDISON
                         Why not? Tell me, Phoebe, do you 
                         want some day to have an award like 
                         that of your own?

               Phoebe lifts her eyes to him.

                                     PHOEBE
                         More than anything else in the world.

               Addison pats her shoulder lightly.

                                     ADDISON
                         Then you must ask Miss Harrington 
                         how to get one. Miss Harrington knows 
                         all about it...

               Phoebe smiles shyly. Addison closes the door. Phoebe stares 
               own at the award for an instant.

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                              (sleepy; from the 
                              living room)
                         Who was it?

                                     PHOEBE
                         Just a taxi driver, Miss Harrington. 
                         You left the award in his cab and he 
                         brought it back...

                                     EVE'S VOICE
                         Oh. Put it on one of the trunks, 
                         will you? I want to pack it...

                                     PHOEBE
                         Sure, Miss Harrington...

               She takes the award into the bedroom, sets it on a trunk. As 
               she starts out, she sees Eve's fabulous wrap on the bed. She 
               listens. Then, quietly, she puts on the wrap and picks up 
               the award.

               Slowly, she walks to a large three-mirrored cheval. With 
               grace and infinite dignity she holds the award to her, and 
               bows again and again... as if to the applause of a multitude.

                                                                   FADE OUT

                                         THE END