Ugh, this has been one of those mornings when every word has to be dragged kicking and screaming onto the page. Definitely one for the re-writes.
Music II:
The read-through proceeded straightforwardly enough. Arthur, flipping through the script, was disappointed to discover how few lines he had. Elsa, of course, had the lion's share, followed by Dorsday. Arthur looked across at Brandhofer, and discovered the man was following the text with his finger, his lips moving silently as he read, and had to repress a contemptuous grin. The fellow was barely literate. Sure enough, when it came to reading his own lines aloud, Brandhofer stumbled over the longer words, his pronunciation a vile mixture of local dialect and proper German. When he came to the end of Dorsday's proposal to Elsa – that he would pay off her father's gambling debts in return for being allowed to look at her naked for fifteen minutes – he looked up at the director, frowning in puzzlement.
"'Tain't right," he said. "He do be a right twisted one, this Dorsday. What does he want to be looking at little girls without their clothes on for?"
BPE (A bit of plotting. This fits in somewhere before Tommy orders Jim to seduce Dildo):
JIM: That creepy kid's still out there.
DILDO: Zoe?
JIM: How do you remember the names of all these losers?
DILDO: Maybe it's because I care?
JIM: Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a nice person. Well, Zoe the Zombie's watching the door, hoping to collar us when we come out. "Pleeeease, Mister, I wanna be on TeeeVeee!"
DILDO: Don't call her that. It's mean.
JIM: But she looks like a zombie. Did you see the way she shambles about? And her skin's that awful grey colour. What do you reckon she's got in that bag?
DILDO: All her worldly goods, probably. She's got "runaway" written all over her. Parents are alcoholics, I'd guess. Or she's got an abusive stepfather. Something like that.
JIM: Maybe it's her stepfather's head she's got in the bag. (Off DILDO'S LOOK) Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I'm not a nice person.
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Music II:
The read-through proceeded straightforwardly enough. Arthur, flipping through the script, was disappointed to discover how few lines he had. Elsa, of course, had the lion's share, followed by Dorsday. Arthur looked across at Brandhofer, and discovered the man was following the text with his finger, his lips moving silently as he read, and had to repress a contemptuous grin. The fellow was barely literate. Sure enough, when it came to reading his own lines aloud, Brandhofer stumbled over the longer words, his pronunciation a vile mixture of local dialect and proper German.
When he came to the end of Dorsday's proposal to Elsa – that he would pay off her father's gambling debts in return for being allowed to look at her naked for fifteen minutes – he looked up at the director, frowning in puzzlement.
"'Tain't right," he said. "He do be a right twisted one, this Dorsday. What does he want to be looking at little girls without their clothes on for?"
BPE (A bit of plotting. This fits in somewhere before Tommy orders Jim to seduce Dildo):
JIM: That creepy kid's still out there.
DILDO: Zoe?
JIM: How do you remember the names of all these losers?
DILDO: Maybe it's because I care?
JIM: Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a nice person. Well, Zoe the Zombie's watching the door, hoping to collar us when we come out. "Pleeeease, Mister, I wanna be on TeeeVeee!"
DILDO: Don't call her that. It's mean.
JIM: But she looks like a zombie. Did you see the way she shambles about? And her skin's that awful grey colour. What do you reckon she's got in that bag?
DILDO: All her worldly goods, probably. She's got "runaway" written all over her. Parents are alcoholics, I'd guess. Or she's got an abusive stepfather. Something like that.
JIM: Maybe it's her stepfather's head she's got in the bag. (Off DILDO'S LOOK) Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I'm not a nice person.