That’s a wrap,” Jacques Harlow cried as the last scene ended with the sheep being carried out of the room by Pumpkin and her leading man, Lothar. “On to our next location.”
“Next location?” Daphne said with a puzzled look on her face. “I thought that this was it.”
“No. We’re going to my loft downtown. That’s where we will shoot the climactic scene, when Pumpkin and Lothar decide they are going to move to Australia and buy a sheep farm.”
“Brilliant idea!” Pumpkin called from the doorway.
“No, Pumpkin, you’re brilliant. A brilliant actress. You’re giving a multilayered, textured performance that is going to knock the critics’ socks off,” Jacques pronounced with a wave of his cigarette holder. “When you picked up the sheep and hugged it, I was blown away.”
“It’s your direction!” Pumpkin said liltingly as she ran toward Jacques for one of their post-acting hugs. “I was so in the moment thanks to your trust.”
“Well, thanks to your being in the moment, I figured out the perfect way to end the story. Now let’s load up the truck. And don’t forget the sheep.”
Daphne sat listening to the two biggest phonies she’d ever met in show business, and she was more and more annoyed with each word. But when she heard that they were going to take off with Nat and Wendy’s sheep, she jumped up. “You can’t take those sheep. They belonged to a couple, now deceased, who belonged to the club and wanted them to stay here in the front parlor.”
“We’ll bring them back,” Jacques said.
“I still don’t think it’s right. The president of our club isn’t here right now, so we can’t ask him.”
Jacques walked over to Daphne and took her hand in his and kissed it. “I’m sure we can give you a real part in this final scene. If you’d like…”
“Playing what?” Daphne asked tentatively.
“The beautiful and wealthy owner of the sheep farm, who has just moved to New York.”
“Let’s go,” Daphne agreed quickly.
Jacques grabbed his walking stick from his ever present assistant, raised it in the air, and cried, “We’re off!”