Phrases and Word Combinations

Cinema

A Man In The Way

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

Pat Hobby could always get on the lot. He had worked there fifteen years on and off – chiefly off during the past five - and most of the studio police knew him.

Pat was forty-nine. He was a writer but he had never written much, not even read all the “originals” he worked from, because it made his head bang to read too much. But the good old silent days you got somebody’s plot and a smart secretary and gulped Benzedrine “structure” at her six or eight hours every week. After talkies came he always teamed up with some man who wrote a dialogue. Some man who liked to work.

“I’ve got a list of credits second to none,” he told Jack Berners. “All I need is an idea and to work with somebody who isn’t all wet.” He had buttonholed Jack outside the production office as Jack was going to lunch and they walked together in the direction of the commissary.

“You bring an idea,” said Jack Berners. “Things are tight. We can’t put a man on salary unless he’s got an idea.” “How can you get ideas off salary?” Pat demanded – and then he added hastily: “Anyhow I got the germ of an idea that I could be telling you all about after lunch.” Something might come to him at lunch… But Jack said cheerfully: “I’ve got a date for lunch, Pat. Write it out and send it around, eh?”

He felt cruel because he knew Pat couldn’t write anything out but he was having story trouble himself. The war has just broken out and every producer on the lot wanted to end their current stories with the hero going to war. And Jack Berners felt he had thought of that first for his production.

“So write it out, eh?”

When Pat didn’t answer Jack looked at him – he saw a sort of whipped misery in Pat’s eye that reminded him of his own father. Pat had been in the money before Jack was out of college. Now his clothes looked as if he was standing at Hollywood and Vine for three years.

“Scout around and talk to some of the writers on the lot,” he said. “If you can get one of them interested in your idea, bring him up to see me.” “I hate to give an idea without money on the line,” Pat brooded pessimistically. “These young squirts will lift the shirts on your back.”

They had reached the commissary door.

“Good luck, Pat.”

Now what to do? He went up and wandered along the cell block of writers. Almost everyone had gone to lunch and those who were in he didn’t know. Almost there were more and more unfamiliar faces. And he had thirty credits; he had been in the business, publicity and script- writing for twenty years. The last door in the line belonged to a man he didn’t like. But he wanted a place to sit a minute so with a knock he pushed it open. The man wasn’t there – only a pretty, frail-looking girl sat reading a book.

“I think he’s left Hollywood,” she said in answer to his question. ”They gave me his office but they forgot to put up my name.”

“You are a writer?” Pat asked in surprise.

“I work at it.”

“You ought to get them to give you a test.”

“No, I like writing.” “What’s that you’re reading?” She showed him.

“Let me give you a tip,” he said. ”That’s not the way to get the guts out of a book.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve been here for years – I`m Pat Hobby – and I know. Give the book to four of your friends to read it. Get them to tell you what stuck in their minds. Write it down and you’ve got a picture – see?” The girl smiled.

“Well, that’s very-very original advice, Mr. Hobby.”

“Pat Hobby,” he said. “Can I wait here a minute? Man I came to see is at lunch.” He sat down across from her and picked up a copy of a photo magazine.

“Oh, just let me mark that,” she said quickly.

He looked at the page which she checked. It showed paintings being boxed and carted away to safety from an art gallery in Europe.

“How’ll you use it?” he said.

“Well, I thought it would be dramatic if there was an old man around while they were packing the pictures. A poor old man, trying to get a job helping them. But they can’t use him – he’s in the way – not even good cannon fodder. They want strong young people in the world. And it turns out he’s the man who painted the pictures many years ago.” Pat considered.

“It’s good but I don’t get it,” he said.

“Oh, it’s nothing, a short short maybe.”

“Got any good picture ideas? I’m in with all the markets here.”

“I’m under contract.”

“Use another name.” Her phone rang.

“Yes, this is Priscilla Smith,” the girl said. After a minute she turned to Pat.

“Will you excuse me? This is a private call.”

He got it and walked out, and along the corridor. Finding an office with no name on it he went in and fell asleep on the couch.

Commentary

1. at Hollywood and Vine: at the corner of Hollywood and Vine Street, where the actors usually rent apartments;

2. Benzedrine: a stimulating drink;

3. commissary: a cafe at a film studio;

4. talkies: a sound film.

Speech Patterns

1. He had worked there fifteen years on and off.

Phrases and Word Combinations

1. the germ of an idea 5. to scout around/round (for sb./sth.)

2. to team up with sb. 6. to stick in one’s mind

3. to walk in the direction of sth. 7. to get sb. interested in sth.

4. to give a tip 8. to put on salary

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