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 ofthe 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.
Ofthat figure, how much do we recoup?
Yeah, I'm confused too. Do we
get all ofthat, 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,
andyou 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 bullshitabout death with dignity.
You know what death with dignityis,
man? You don't drool.
Change-of-pace time. Request.
Here we go. Vic O'Dante. Hey!
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. DrKьbler-Ross, with a dash.
This chick, man, without
the benefit ofdying herself,
has broken the process
ofdeath into five stages.
Anger, denial, bargaining,
depression andacceptance.
Playback.
Cut!
Wanna print it?
Jesus, Joe, you're way behind schedule.
You gotta print it.
Next setup.
Katie, take two.
Listen, huh?
Playback.
Can you hear me, Joe? I'm talkin' to ya.
- Ya gotta lay offthe booze, Joe.
- Axe the amphetamines.
You gotta stop screwin' around, Daddy.
Please.
Cut!
- Print it.
- Old Friends, take three.
Playback.
Just look at you, Daddy.
All those broken vows.
And we cried a lot.
- Oh, a lot.
Me too.
It's getting close, Joe.
Where were ya, Joe? Where were ya?
You didn't listen, Daddy. You didn't listen.
Cut!
You blew it. You forgot your line.
At the end you're supposed to say, uh...
What's he supposed to say?
He's supposed to say
"I don't want to die. I want to live."
Well, ifyou can't say it, you can't say it.
We'll just have to cut it, that's all.
Cut it. Take me up. Next setup.
A lot.
Don't die, Daddy! Don't die, please!
You can't leave this poor
little kid without a father!
She needs ya, Joe! She needs ya!
Oh! Oh, no.
You don't have any lines here.
Real dead body. Real dead body.
End sticks.
Please don't try to talk. If you wanna
tell me anything, just write it on this pad.
No, no. Come on, notnow.
Please leave. Please.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure. Just go.
Am I alive?
All right, Joe.
Yes, you are alive.
Now, this is gonna hurt a little...
Hm. That came out nice.
Miss Paris, would you like
to see something nice?
Oh, that is beautiful!
That is an absolutely beautiful scar, Dr Garry.
- Thank you.
- Howsoon willhe be able to work?
Well, he's out of intensive care,
back in a private room.
The doctor says it's just a matter of rest.
Two months, at the outside.
Oh, you know Joey. This morning
he said he could hardly wait.
Said he had a lot of new ideas.
And not all that sex stuff, either.
Now, that's terrific.
You must feel really good about that, Jonesy.
Relieved. We're all relieved.
- Check, please.
- I did some thinking about your script
and I made a few notes.
Oh, my.
Use them, don't use them...
You know, whatever you want.
I hate to bother you,
but are you... Lucas Sergeant?
- Yes.
- Would you mind?
No, no. Not at all.
I'm an actress and, next to Joe Gideon,
you're my favourite director.
I'm so sorry your show was a flop.
- Best of luck with your career.
- Thank you so much.
Lucas, you put in an awful lot