Blue Movie
Terry Southern
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0802134661
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Naval history. “I’ll kill her,” Les said to Eddie, “as God is my witness, I will kill her!” Then, very softly, he began to weep. “It’s not fair, Eddie,” he said, “it’s just not fair . . . and even worse, it’s . . . it’s insulting”—he glanced at the large portrait—“. . . especially to Dad. After all he’s done for her, the cunt. I swear to God, Eddie, if we weren’t eight weeks into the picture, and her in every goddamn shot, I’d fire her ass! Right off the picture! I don’t care how much she’s.
“Okay, now out a little, Sid, then back in . . . all the way . . . to the hilt, Sid, to the hilt! That’s it, that’s it! Terrific!” Then his face fell. “Oh Christ, cut, cut, cut!” He turned to Tony. “Did you see that? She threw it up to him! She threw it up to him like a hooker, for Chrissake! A frightened virgin, and she throws it up there like some kind of nympho hooker!” Tony shrugged. “Breeding will tell.” Boris walked out to the bed, “Yvette baby . . . you must not push up like that . . .
To dissuade you from it. You must be prepared for that, you must be prepared to resist their dissuasion.” She looked at him in amazement. “Are you kidding? You think I’d let them? You think I’d stand still for that?” In her eyes now was a glint of hardness and resolve. “This is the break I’ve been waiting for, right?” He smiled sadly. “Yes, my dear kitten, it is indeed—but you must remember that the most cruel and ironic tragedy of life is our inability to do what must be done when it must be.
Wait a minute, Les,” Sid went into his effusive style, “don’t knock it! This could be the hottest thing since Funny Girl! I mean, you guys have got an investment here too, you know! Don’t knock your own picture, Les!” Les opened his eyes, and turned his dead-blue killer’s gaze on Sid. “We ‘have an investment here too,’” he repeated with maniacal calm, Rod Steiger style, “we have an investment . . . in Angela Sterling, we have a big investment in Angela Sterling.” Then he leaned forward to.
Glowered at it, then crumpled it and flung it on the floor. “You know what you should of been?” he demanded, pointing angrily at Tony. “A gag-writer, that’s what—on some lousy TV show!” He paced about, muttering, “‘The Rat-Prick Man’! Jeez, you still think you’re kidding, right? Well, it just so happens that we tried that already!” “Wouldn’t crack, huh? What’d you do, the fingernail bit? Electrodes to the prostate? I never said the ‘Prick’ didn’t have moxie—” “What we did,” Sid interrupted.