Vaudeville, huh? I worked Vaudeville once. That is a tough audience. If you don't kill 'em fast, they kill you--

Mr. Denham. I want you to know that I'm not in the habit of accepting charity from strangers, or for that matter... taking things that don't belong to me.

It was obviously a terrible misunderstanding.

It's just that I haven't been paid in a while--

That's awful. Anyway, Ann. You wouldn't happen to be a size 4 by any chance? [Ann stands to leave] No, no. Oh God, no! You've got me all wrong. Ann, please! I'm not that type of person at all.

What type of person are you?

I'm someone you can trust, Ann. I'm a movie producer. Believe me, I am on the level. No funny business. Please, sit down. Please, sit down. Please. [Ann reluctantly sits] I want you to imagine a handsome explorer bound for the Far East.

You're filming in the Far East?

Singapore. On board ship he meets a mysterious girl. She's beautiful, she's fragile. Taunted. But she can't escape the feeling that forces beyond her control are compelling her down a road, from which she can not draw back. It's as if her whole life has been a prelude to this moment; this fateful meeting... that changes everything. And sure enough, against her better judgement...

She falls in love.

Yes!

But she doesn't trust it. She's not even sure if she believes in love.

Uh... really? Why is that?

Good things never last, Mr. Denham.

So you're interested? Great. Now, I don't wanna rush you, but we are under some time pressure.

Well, I really--

Ann, I'm telling you. You're perfect. Look at you, you're the saddest girl I've ever met. You're gonna make 'em weep, Ann. You're gonna break their hearts.

See, that's where you're wrong, Mr. Denham. I make people laugh, that's what I do. Good luck with your picture.

Wait! Ann, Miss Darrow, Please! I'm offering you money, adventure, fame, the thrill of a lifetime and a long sea voyage! You wanna read a script? Jack Driscoll's turning in a draft as we speak.

Jack Driscoll?

Sure, why? Wait... you know him?