four.
Construction of scenery, where more than
half has been done, that's 125,000... plus.
Stage manager's about 8,000.
Press agent 1500, musicians about... two.
Assistants, secretaries, etc, 3,000.
Rehearsal halls and auditions... 9500.
Script and administrative, 1500.
Managers, l'd say... ten.
Advertising and printing, about 20,000.
Orchestrations, so far, around 10,000.
Legal, 10,000, auditing, 2,000,
payroll taxes... maybe seven.
Well, seven. Author's advances, 10,000,
equity bonds, 50,000.
Rehearsal salaries, and we've made some
advances to a few of the cast, about 43,000.
We're in for about...
$480,500.
Yes. That's the figure I had here.
And change.
Let me try to understand.
Of that figure, how much do we recoup?
Yeah, I'm confused too. Do we
get all of that, or part of it, or what?
Simply, here are the options.
One, if Mr Gideon recovers
and you resume production within the
180 days, we are not liable for any part of it.
Two, if Mr Gideon should die and you resume
production with another director
within the 180 days, we are still not liable.
Three, however, if Mr Gideon
should expire before February 1,
and you abandon production,
we are liable for the full million dollars.
This means, gentlemen,
you could make a profit of...
$519,500.
You could be the first show on Broadway
to make a profit without really opening.
Well...
it's all very clear to me.
All this bullshit about death with dignity.
You know what death with dignity is,
man? You don't drool.
Change-of-pace time. Request.
Here we go. Vic O'Dante. Hey!
Death is in, death is in, my dear
Death is the thing
Oh, that's very theatrical, Joe.
Please don't try to talk.
- You wanna shoot it now?
- Huh?
- I can't understand him. I think he said "OK".
- Hospital hallucination, take one.
There's a lady in Chicago, man,
wrote a book. Dr Kьbler-Ross, with a dash.
This chick, man, without
the benefit of dying herself,
has broken the process
of death into five stages.
Anger, denial, bargaining,
depression and acceptance.
Playback.
After you've gone
And left me cryin'
After you've gone
There's no denyin'
You'll feel blue
You'll feel sad
You'll miss the bestest pal ya
Ever had
There'll come a time
Don't forget it
There'll come a time
When you'll regret it
Some
Day
When you grow lonely
Your heart will break like mine
and you'll want me only
After you've gone
After you've gone
After you've gone
After you've gone...
Away
Away
Cut!
Wanna print it?
Jesus, Joe, you're way behind schedule.
You gotta print it.
Next setup.
Katie, take two.
Listen, huh?
Playback.
You'd better change your way o' livin'
- And if that ain't enough
- She's right, Joe, you'd better listen
You'd better change the way
you strut your stuff
Cos nobody wants you
when you're old and grey
You better change your way today
You better change your way
Can you hear me, Joe? I'm talkin' to ya.
- Ya gotta lay off the booze, Joe.
- Axe the amphetamines.
You gotta stop screwin' around, Daddy.
Ya better stop
Ya better change
Ya better stop
Ya better change
Ya better stop, ya better change,
ya better stop, ya better change
Ya better stop and change your ways today
I said stop, change, stop!
Please.
Cut!
- Print it.
- Old Friends, take three.
Playback.
Who's sorry now?
Who's sorry now?
Whose heart is aching?
- Just look at you, Daddy.
- For breaking each vow
- All those broken vows.
- Who's sad and blue?
Who's crying too?
Just like we cried over you?
- And we cried a lot.
- Oh, a lot.
- Me too.
- Boo-hoo
Right to the end
- It's getting close, Joe.
- Just like a friend
- Where were ya, Joe? Where were ya?
- We tried to warn you
Somehow
You didn't listen, Daddy. You didn't listen.
You had your way
Now you must pay
We're glad that you're sorry now
Cut!
You blew it. You forgot your line.
At the end you're supposed to