The script for the film baby doll (1956)

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She shrie\s with laughter. He lunges toward her, throwing the pillow at her fugitive figure. She is about to run downstairs, but he blocks the way. She screams and ta\es the steps to the attic. INTERIOR ATTIC. Dusty late afternoon beams of light through tiny pea\ed windows in gables and a jumble of discarded things that have the poetry of things once lived with by the no-longer living. Baby Doll doesn't stop to observe all this. She probably didn't even expect to find herself in an attic. She rushes in, slams the door, discovers a rusty bolt and bolts it just as Vacarro arrives at the door. Her panting laughter expires as he pushes the door. She suddenly realizes the full import of her situation; gasps and bac\s away. silva: Open Sesamell baby doll: (In a low, serious voice) The game is over, I've quit. silva: That's not fair, you've got to keep playing hide-andseek till you're it baby doll: Mr. Vacarro, will you please go back downstairs so I can unlock the door of this attic and come out — because the floor is weak. ... I don't want to fall through. It's crumbling under my feet. I had no idea — I never been up here before! — it was in such a weaken condition. There is something appealing in her soft, pleasing voice. Page 9/