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and left behind Radio are lonely people, who then go to the next party. And to the next one. Each time a bit lonelier. I’d rather stay here. We don’t need this bed anymore. Well, he doesn’t. Yes Radio C’est la vie, as he used to say. Everything still works. Fully functional. Yes. And a good day to you too. Hello? We should go for a walk Radio Radio but without the phone. You don’t want to. What do you mean? You don’t want to see me. But I do see you. Aloys? Aloys, are you there? Aloys, I know you’re there. Vera? Aloys? Vera? I need to go back to the clinic. I’m leaving. Vera? Vera? Vera! Vera! Please leave a message after the tone. That’s not polite. You should leave a message. Every party comes to an end, and left behind are lonely people. Lonely people. I’m sorry. Good night, young man. Where’s room ? Good morning. She said it was as safe as you could be in a city like New York. The desk clerk warned me they didn’t allow men in the rooms. I confessed I didn’t know any. Before my feet were dry, the agency sent me out on my first interview. I had butterflies in my stomach, but I acted like I’d done it all my life. At least I thought I did. I knew it. She had that look. I’m to see Miss Steinberg. I knew she was pregnant. Well, certainly I should have kept an eye on her, Doctor, but she sneaks out. You know how she is. I haven’t any idea who the father is. It could have been one of several. All right. I’ll start her on vitamins tomorrow. Queenie’s pregnant again. My Siamese. Cripes, I hope it isn’t that beat-up black tom with the one eye. A black Siamese should be very pretty. I’m Anne Welles. Yes. The agency phoned about you. BA at Radcliffe. Mr. Bellamy will like that. He’ll think it gives the office tone. The agency said he’s a lawyer. A theatrical lawyer. There’s a difference. He handles actors, writers and directors Radio important ones. He advises them and draws up their contracts with no loopholes. Sounds fascinating. It isn’t. Would I work for Mr. Bellamy or Mr. Bellows? There is no Mr. Bellows anymore. Only his nephew Lyon Burke. You can tell when he’s in the office by the girls around that watercooler. How’s your shorthand? Weak, but I type words a minute. Okay. I’ll take you in to see the boss. Mr. Bellamy, this is Miss Welles. She’s here about the job. She’s too good-looking. Mr. Bellamy, that’s not fair. I’ll just get her broken in and some insurance salesman will marry her. I’m already engaged. There. See? But I’m not going to marry him. Besides, lots of secretaries are married, aren’t they? Not in this office. Some days you’ll have to work until midnight, having dinner with me and a prospective client. I’ll drink too much and won’t remember a damn word next morning. You’ll have but one sherry and will remember everything. I have an excellent memory, and I love sherry. Think you can handle it? I’m sure I can. Could she start right away? We’re swamped. Stop running my life, Steinberg. I’m still not convinced. Mr. Bellamy, couldn’t you please give me a trial? All right. I’ll try you out for one week, starting as of now. Here. Take these contracts over to Helen Lawson at the rehearsal hall on th Street. Take a cab. See that she signs them. Let’s see if she can handle that. I’ll be right back. And, don’t give her that “I loved you when I was little girl” routine, or she’ll stab you in the back. Helen Lawson? Mr. Bellamy, that was wicked. Harry, what the Radio Four bucks an hour for people? Are you kidding? Come on Radio Excuse me. Just a minute. Yeah? I have some contracts for Miss Lawson from Mr. Bellamy, my employer. Go down the hall to the balcony, turn left. It’s the first dressing room on your right. If you’re a Capricorn, watch your step. Yeah, Harry. It’s a good company. Come on. Why? Why? Why? That’s it. Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two Radio Give a little more Make tomorrow dance for you Strike a brand-new pose There’s always one more chance for you Before the curtains close Sure, that old inspired heart Ain’t all it was before Here are the proofs from Friday’s sitting. I’m sorry I couldn’t get ’em any sooner. You’re sorry? No good. Sh Radio Lousy. A beast. Out. What kind of a press agent are you? Why do they have to send me some green kid fresh out of NYU? Who in hell are you? I’m Anne Welles, and I Radio Look, I’m tired and I’m busy. What do you want? Mr. Bellamy sent some contracts for you to sign. You, out. Come on. Give me a fountain pen. And not one of those lousy ballpoints. Come on. Sit down. You’re making me nervous. That-That girl who’s singing out there, she’s very good, isn’t she? More and more Yeah. And more How do you think the kid’s song works in the new spot? Great? The song goes. What? You heard me. The song goes and the kid with it. Helen, come on. Neely O’Hara can’t hurt you. You bet your ass she can’t, because she isn’t going to get the chance. The only hit that comes out of a Helen Lawson show is Helen Lawson. And that’s me, baby, remember? That girl has a run-of-the-play contract. I know all about run-of-the-play contracts. Helen, this isn’t gonna help you in the business. Right. Nor you either. So get Bellamy to do it. He knows how. He’s done it before. You, go back to the office and tell that son of a to get off his butt and earn his oats. But, Miss Lawson, you haven’t finished signing the contracts. And I don’t intend to. Not until Bellamy ties a can to that little broad’s tail. Mr. Bellamy. I’ve thought it over, and I don’t think I Radio want this job. Excuse me. You must be Mr. Burke, the one with the watercooler. I mean Radio And you must be Miss Welles. Mr. Bellamy told me all about you. Tell me, why are you dismissing us so soon? Because I think show business is cruel. You’re quite right. Have a seat. People do despicable things. Yes, they certainly do. Like firing some poor girl because a crude person like Miss Lawson resents her ability. Please, have a seat. Miss Welles, a raw recruit always dives for the nearest foxhole at the first burst of enemy fire. But don’t let that happen to you. Don’t you throw in the towel just yet. Um, this is a rather cruel business. It’s also a great business and a rewarding business. For every Helen Lawson, there’s always a Helen Hayes or a Mary Martin. Now, you think about that. Well, may I have the contracts? Yes. Well, they are signed? Um, well, one is. Yes, yes, one is. And legibly too. I almost forgot. Miss Lawson gave me a message for Mr. Bellamy. Yes? She said Radio Well, she said, “Tell that son of a Radio ” Gun? Gun. “Tell him to get off his Radio ” Yes, I think I know that message. I’ll see to it that Mr. Bellamy gets it. Thank you very much, Miss Welles. Bye. Bye. Miss Welles, you forgot your purse. Thank you. Thank you. I’m sorry. That’s all right. I’m afraid I haven’t made a very good impression. On the contrary. You’ve made an indelible one. Bye. Bye. “Barely Pink.” Hey, look at Jennifer. Hey, Jennifer! Wow! bucks for a headdress, and not a soul will see it. I feel a little top-heavy. Honey, you are a little top-heavy. All right. That’s fine, dear