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 to my astrologer.
She read
DeMille's horoscope.
She read mine.
Did she read the script?
DeMille is
Leo, I am
Scorpio,
Mars is transiting
Jupiter, and today is the day of
Colossus'
conjunction.
Well, that's all right, then.
Max?
Yes, madame?
Take the car.
Make sure the script goes to
Mr.
DeMille in person.
So
Max wheeled out her gigantic old automobile,
with its gold -plated speaking tubes
and leopard -skin upholstery,
polished it up,
and trundled down to
Paramount to hand in our...
masterpiece.
Wow.
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.
I should thank you.
And will you call and let
me know as soon as you have some news?
Call where?
My apartment.
You can't possibly think of leaving now,
Joe.
No,
The script is finished,
Norma.
No,
Joe, it's just the beginning.
It's the first draft. I couldn't dream
of letting you go.
I need your support.
You'll stay on full
salary, of course.
it's not about the money.
Of course, of course, of course. I'll stay.
Until we hear some
sort of news from
Paramount.
Thank you,
Joe.
And by the way, when you get upstairs,
you'll find a few packages in your room.
Packages?
What do you mean?
I took the liberty of sending
Max out to pick up some new
clothes for you.
Clothes?
Why?
Well, you can't come to my
New
Year's
Eve party dressed like that.
I'm sorry. I've
been invited somewhere else on
New
Year's
Eve.
Where?
Artie
Green's.
An old friend of mine.
But
Joe, I can't possibly do this without you.
I've already sent out all
the invitations.
Well...
I don't know.
I suppose I could.
Of course you could.
And I want you to look...
Marvelous.