:36:00
rotten
:36:01
so I've had enough of that.
you're ruining me, you're ruining my work
:36:05
you're just being cheap and malicious
:36:07
rotten
:36:09
very well, it's the last time you're going to tell me that
:36:14
good bye my dear
:36:29
I beg your pardon
:36:30
forgive me for entering unannounced
:36:32
- Mr Douglas is very busy
- so they were kind enough to tell me downstairs
:36:35
Mr Douglas, I consider you
the greatest theatrical producer in London.
in fact, in the world
:36:40
my dear lady,
what precisely do you want?
:36:43
- well I've read your list of productions
for the next London season.
- yes?
:36:45
they're very bad.
but believe me, there's no need for you to despair
:36:49
the situation isn't entirely black, Mr Douglas
:36:51
- have you ever heard of a playwright called Thomas Chambers?
- no
:36:54
- you've never read a play called "Goodnight Bassington"?
- heavens, no! never!
:36:58
well here it is
:37:00
read it.
I'm sure you'll adore it
:37:02
it's a woman's play
:37:21
those faking art dealers.
peanut brains, parasites!
:37:27
- maybe he's right. maybe they are ...
- no they are not!
:37:29
- I don't know Gilda.
- well I know. Those paintings are great.
And don't let anybody tell you they aren't
:37:33
- three of them have.
- well they're all fools.
they'll be breaking their necks
to get hold of your work
:37:38
- maybe when I'm dead.
- stop it
:37:39
- if you can't believe in yourself, believe in me
- I'm no good. it's getting obvious
:37:44
George, you're a fine painter
you're an artist, you're going to be one of the great ones
and if you lie down in the middle of the road
I'll hate you
:37:57
well friends
:37:59
the gentleman addressing you
is none other than the illustrious
Mr Thomas B. Chambers