The script for the film baby doll (1956)

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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 #:
000137
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:
August 08, 2024
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silva: I don't care. Fm comfortable— Are you? Her answer is a sigh. He cracks a nut in his mouth and divides it with her. She giggles and whispers: "Shhhhl" archie: (Raving, sobbing, stumbling) Baby, my baby, oh, Baby Doll, my baby. . • . Silence. HEY! WOP! YELLOWBELLY! WHERE ARE YUH? Aunt Ros£ Comfort comes forlornly out on the porch, weighed down by ancient suitcase, roped together. aunt rose: (Fearfully, her hair blown wild by the wind) Baby Doll, honey? Honey? Baby Doll, honey? archie: (In bac\ yard) I SEE YOU! COME OUT OF THERE, YOU YEL LOWBELLY WOP, YOU! Shotgun blasts away behind house. Aunt Rose Comfort on front porch utters a low cry and drops her suitcase. Bac\s against wall, hand to chest. Fade in police siren approaching down Tiger Tail Road. baby doll: (Nestling in Vacarro'j arms in tree) I feel sorry for poor old Aunt Rose Comfort. She doesn't know where to go or what to do. . . . Moon comes briefly out and shines on their crouched -figures in for\ on tree. silva: (Gently) Does anyone know where to go, or what to do? Page 127