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Musical: Sunset Boulevard
Song: The Final Scene
JOE
Come on in.
BETTY
What's going on, Joe?
Why am I so scared?
What was that woman saying?
She sounded so weird
I don't understand...
Please, can you tell me what's happening?
You said you loved me tonight
Shall I just go?
Say something, Joe
JOE
Have some pink champage and caviar
When you go visit with a star
The hospitality is stellar
BETTY
So this is where you're living?
JOE
Yes, it's quite a place, sleeps seventeen
Eight sunken tubs, a movie screen
A bowling alley in the cellar
BETTY
I didn't come to see a house, Joe
JOE
Sunset Boulevard
Cruise the Boulevard
Win yourself a Hollywood palazzo
Sunset Boulevard
Mythic Boulevard
Valentino danced on that terrazzo
BETTY
Who's it belong to?
JOE
Just look around you
BETTY
That's Norma Desmond.
JOE
Right on the money
That's Norma Desmond
That's Norma Desmond
That's Norma Desmond
That's Norma Desmond
BETTY
Why did she call me?
JOE
Give you three guesses
It's the oldest story in the book
Come see the taker being took
The world is full of Joes and Normas
Older woman, very well-to-do
Meets younger man, the standard cue
For two mechanical performers
BETTY
Just pack your things and let's go.
JOE
You mean all my things?
Have you gone mad?
Leave all these things I've never had?
Leave this luxurious existence?
You want me to face that one-room hell
That murphy bed, that rancid smell
Go back to living on subsistence?
It's no time to begin a new life
Now I've finally made a perfect landing
I'm afraid there's no room for a wife
Not unless she's uniquely understanding
you should go back to Artie and marry the fool
And you'll always be welcome to swim in my pool
BETTY
I can't look at you any more, Joe.
NORMA
Thank you, thank you, Joe, thank you...thank you.
What are you doing, Joe?
You're not leavine me?
JOE
Yes, I am, Norma.
NORMA
You can't! Max!
JOE
It's been a bundle of laughs
And thanks for the use of the trinkets
A little ritzy for the copy desk back in Dayton
And there's something you ought to know
I want to do you this favour
They'll never shoot that hopeless script of yours
They only wanted your car
NORMA
That's a lie! They still want me!
What about all my fan-mail?
JOE
It's Max who writes you letters
Your audience has vanished
They left when you weren't looking
Nothing's wrong with being fifty
Unless you're acting twenty
NORMA
I am the greatest star of them all.
JOE
Goodbye, Norma.
NORMA
No one ever leaves a star
REPORTER
And as dawn breaks over hte murder house, Norma Desmond, famed star of yesteryear,
is in a state of complete mental shock.
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