The script for the film baby doll (1956)

Record Details:

Title:
The script for the film baby doll
Date:
1956
Publisher:
New York : The New American Library
Volume:
The script for the film baby doll
Leaf #:
000102
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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silva: (Whispering, mouth to crac\) I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone in a falling. down attic any more than you'd dream of eatin' a nut a man had cracked in his mouth. Don't you realize that?? baby doll: (With sudden gathering panic) Mr. Vacarro! I got to get out of here. Quick! Go! Gol —down! Quick, please! silva: I can hear that old floor giving away fast. . . • baby doll: So can I, and Fm on it silva: Shall I call the fire department to come here with a net to catch you when you fall through? baby doll: Wouldn't be time. No! Go!— then I can unlock the silva: No, I don't suppose they'd get here on time or if they did the net would be rotten as those fire hoses last night when they came to put out the fire that burned down my gin! Suddenly, a piece of plaster jails beneath her feet. The rotten laths are exposed. She scrambles to another place, which is— or seems— equally shafy. She screams. silva: Are you being attacked by a ghost in there? baby doll: Please be kind! Go away! silva: Why don't you unlock the door so I can come to your rescue? Page 92