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 #:
000104
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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» BABY DOLL! Mr. Vacarro, this whole floor's about to collapse under i me! silva: What do you say? baby doll: Just leave the paper, leave it right out there and 111 sign it and send it to you, I'll • • • silva: Mrs. Meighan, I am a Sicilian. They're an old race of people, an ancient race, and ancient races aren't trustful races by nature. I've got to have the signed paper now. Otherwise I'm going to break this door down. Do you hear me? (A pause) Do you hear me? (Silence) Whimpering, sobbing. I gather you don't believe me. Suddenly, with a single eloquent gesture of his whole body he has pushed the door open and on the other side Baby Doll, in absolute panic, runs, runs away from the threatening man and whip and towards the darkest corner of the attic. A few steps, however, and the floor really gives way. There is a shower of plaster, a rising cloud of plaster dust. Vacarro'* face. The dust settles to reveal her, precariously perched across a beam . . . Vacarro calmly lights a cigarette. silva: Now you're either going to agree to sign this thing, or I'm going to come out there after you and my additional weight will make the whole floor you know whatl Page 94 i