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often in church and I have even said it in my prayers。 It's ing back now。 I think I've got it。 'My name is Mary。 Yes； that's it。 I think my name is Mary。' 〃
Rina stared back at him silently。 Then she got up and walked over to the fireplace。 She put her hands up on the mantelpiece； her back toward him。 She tugged at the knot in her hair and it fell around her shoulders as she turned to face him。
Her face was suddenly gaunt and strained as she spoke。 〃 'My name is Mary；' 〃 she whispered hoarsely。 〃 'Yes； that's it。 I think my name is Mary。' 〃
He felt the tiny shivers of goose flesh rising on his arms as he looked at her。 It was the same thing he always felt whenever something great in the theater got down inside him。
Bernie Norman came down to the set on the last day of shooting。 He shook his head as he opened the door and walked onto the big shooting stage。 He should have known better than ever to hire that faigele to direct the picture。 Worse yet； he should have had his head examined before he ever let them talk him into buying such a story。 Everything about it was crazy。
First； the shooting schedule had to be postponed for a month。 The director wanted thirty days to rehearse Rina in the part。 Norman had to give in when Rina insisted she wouldn't go on before Dunbar said she was ready。 That cost a hundred and fifty thousand in stand…by salaries alone。
Then the director had insisted on doing everything like they had done it on stage。 To hell with the budget。 Another fifty thousand went there。 And on top of everything； Dunbar insisted that the sound in each scene be perfect。 No looping； no lip…synching。 Every word perfect； as it was spoken on the stage。 He didn't care how many takes were necessary。 Why should he； the bastard？ Norman thought。 It wasn't his money。
Three months over the schedule the picture went。 A million and a half thrown down the drain。 He blinked his eyes as he came onto the brilliantly lighted section of the stage。
Thank God； this was the last scene。 It was the one in front of the cabin when the girl opens the door in the morning and finds the two men dead； the younger man having killed the older； then himself； when he realized the depths to which the girl had led him。 All she had to do was look at the two men and cry a little； then walk off into the desert。 Simple。 Nothing could go wrong with that。 Ten minutes and it would be over。
〃Places！〃
The two actors stretched out in front of the cabin door。 An assistant director and the script girl quickly checked their positions with photographs of the scene previously made and made a few corrections。 The hand of one actor was in the wrong place； a smudge had appeared on the cheek of the other。
Norman saw Dunbar nod。 〃Roll 'em！〃 There was silence for a moment as the scene plate was shot； then Dunbar called quietly； 〃Action。〃
Norman smiled to himself。 This was a cinch。 There wasn't even any sound to louse this one up。 Slowly the door of the cabin began to open。 Rina stepped out and looked down at the two men。
Norman swore to himself。 You'd think at least the shmuck would have enough sense to rip her dress a little。 After all； it was supposed to be out on the desert。 But no； the dress went right up to her neck like it was the middle of the winter。 The finest pair of tits in the whole business Dunbar had to work with and he kept them hidden。
The big camera began to dolly in for a close…up。 Rina raised her head slowly and looked into the camera。 A moment passed。 Another moment。 〃Cry； damn you！〃 Dunbar screamed。 〃Cry！〃
Rina blinked her eyes。 Nothing happened。
〃Cut！〃 Dunbar yelled。 He walked out on the set； stepping over one of the prostrate men to reach her。 He looked at Rina for a moment。 〃In this scene； you're supposed to cry； remember？〃 he asked sarcastically。
She nodded silently。
He turned around and went back to his place beside the camera。 Rina went back into the cabin； closing the door behind her。 Again the assistant director and the script girl checked the positions； then walked off the set。
〃Roll 'em！〃
〃Scene three seventeen； take two！〃 The plateman called and stepped away from in front of the camera quickly。
〃Action！〃
Everything happened exactly as before until the moment Rina looked into the camera。 She stared into it for a moment。 Unwinking。 Dry eyes。 Then； suddenly； she stepped aside。
〃Cut！〃 Dunbar called。 He started out onto the stage again。
〃I'm sorry； Claude；〃 Rina said。 〃I just can't。 We'd better use make…up。〃
〃Make…up！〃 the eager assistant director yelled。 〃Bring the tears！〃
Norman nodded。 There was no use wasting money。 On screen； nobody could tell the difference。 Besides； the phony tears photographed even better … they rolled down the cheeks like oiled ball bearings。
Dunbar turned。 〃No make…up！〃
〃No make…up！〃 his assistant echoed loudly。 〃Hold the tears！〃
Dunbar looked at Rina。 〃This is the last scene of the picture；〃 he said。 〃Two men are dead because of you and all I want is one lousy little tear。 Not because you feel sorry for them or for yourself。 It's just to let me know that somewhere inside you； you still have a soul。 Not much； just enough to show you're a woman； not an animal。 Understand？〃
Rina nodded。
〃O。K。； then；〃 he said quietly。 〃Let's take it from the top。〃 He walked back to his place beside the camera。 He bent slightly forward； peering intensely as Rina came out the door。 She looked down at the men； then up as the camera began to dolly in close。 〃Now！〃 Dunbar's voice was almost a whisper。 〃Cry！〃
Rina stared into the approaching camera。 Nothing happened。
〃Cut！〃 Dunbar yelled。 He strode angrily into the scene。 〃What the fuck kind of a woman are you？〃 he screamed at her。
〃Please； Claude；〃 she begged。
He stared at her coldly。 〃For five months we were making this picture。 I've worked day and night； for only one reason。 You wanted to prove you were an actress。 Well； I've done all I could。 I'm not going to destroy the integrity of this picture in the last scene because of your inadequacy。 You want to be an actress … well； prove it！ Act！〃
He turned his back on her and walked away。 Norman covered his face with his hands。 Ten thousand dollars a day this was costing him。 He should have known better。
〃Action！〃
He opened his fingers and peered through them at the scene。 This time； he could hear Dunbar speaking to Rina in a low voice。
〃That's right； that's right； now you walk out。 You look down and see them。 First at Paul； then at Joseph。 You see the gun in Joseph's hand and you know what has happened。 Now you begin to look up。 You're thinking； they're dead。 Maybe you didn't love them but you lived with them； you used them。 Maybe for a moment one of them brings back a piece of your memory … the memory you lost and never recovered。 But for a fraction of a second； the veil lifts。 And it's your father； or your brother； or maybe the child you never had； lying there in the sand at your feet。 The tears start up in your eyes。〃
Slowly Norman's hands slipped away from his face。 He held his breath as he moved toward the side away from the camera； which blocked his view。 Rina was crying。 Real tears。
Dunbar was still whispering。 〃The tears hav