Page 44 - The Kid Who Played The Palace

MADALYN
Fifteen hundred a week, up in smoke. Or... pills in her case.

BENNY
Terrible. Listen. I finally found a way to-

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We hear the buzzer of Madalyn‘s telephone-intercom.

MADALYN
(On phone/intercom) Yes, Ann. (Listens) What!? She‘s not doin‘ it for scale. It‘s a lousy cereal
commercial--not the Movie of the Week. Remind him- she‘s still a name. (Hangs up) Cheap bastards.

BENNY
We done with that cockamamie kid?

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And... the buzzer sounds again.

BENNY
Guess not.

MADALYN
Yes? (Listens) Fine. Done. Have them messenger me the paperwork. (Hangs up) So.

BENNY
Maddie, I‘m about to put my studio on the map.

MADALYN
Oh! Like a big blank space where it used to be?

BENNY
They‘re not tearin‘ it down.

MADALYN
Benny, I told you, you‘re not gonna-

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