Completion of the Script

In December, the rains came
One great big package, over-sized, just like everything else in California
And it came right through the roof of my room above the garage
So she had me moved into the main house
Into what Max called "the room of the husbands
And on a clear day, the theory was, you could see Catalina
And little by little I worked through to the end of the script
At which point I might have left
Only by then those two boys from the finance company had traced my car and towed it away
And I hadn't seen one single dollar of cash money since I arrived

Stop that
Today's the day
What do you mean
Max is going to deliver the script to Paramount
You're really going to give it to DeMille

I've just spoken with my astrologer. She read DeMille's horoscope; she read mine

Did she read the script

DeMille is Leo; I'm Scorpio. Mars is transiting Jupiter
And today is the day of closest conjunction

Oh well, that's all right, then
Max

Yes, Madame

Make sure it goes to Mr. DeMille in person

Well
Great day

It's been real interesting

Yes... hasn't it

I want to thank you for trusting me with your baby

Not at all, it is I who should thank you

Will you call and let me know as soon as you have some news

Call? Where

My apartment

Oh, but you couldn't possibly think of leaving now, Joe

Norma, the script is finished

No, Joe. No. It's just the beginning
It's just the first draft
I couldn't dream of letting you go, I need your support

Well, I can't stay

You'll stay on with full salary, of course

Oh, Norma, it's not the money
Yes, of course, I'll stay until we get some sort of news back from Paramount

Thank you. Thank you, Joe

So, Max wheeled out that foreign bus
Brushed the leopardskin upholstery
He trundled along to Paramount
To hand Cecil B. our hopeless opus
My work was over
I was feeling no pain
Locked up like John the Baptist