New York, 1930

The beginning of the adventure

While I'm chasing my own dreams,

floating around the world,

please know that I'm yours to keep me,

my beautiful girl.

To the beginning of the adventure

While I'm chasing my own dreams,

floating around the world,

please know that I'm yours to keep me,

my beautiful girl.

It was a particularly busy evening in New York. Although it always seemed to be filled with humming cars and people hurrying about their business.

"Stacy, what are you doing here?" Carl Denim asked. His excitement never subsided.I followed Carlo and Preston and ran after them.

- Carl. I caught up with him. He got out of the car.

—You're under arrest." You need to run.

"Are you stupid?" They might have seen you. I pressed him against the car.

- No, they won't catch up. Carl Denham I'll go to hell with you.

He hugged me. It's the police. We got in the car.

I grinned and waved the map in his face.

—Do you want to go to Singapore? He took the card.

—When did you find out?"

—When you and Dad were talking." Take me with you. I asked Carl.

—No, it's a very long journey.

Suddenly, a slender blonde appeared in front of us.

"May I present Miss Anne Darrow?""

I obeyed and held out my hand. - Stacey Driscoll... Nice to meet you…"

Ann smiled a little nervously and shook my hand ." I realized with a small pang of envy that she was stunningly beautiful. In fact, Ann was the epitome of what Carl probably wanted me to be: polite, charming, feminine.

When they were settled, Carl went to the counter to order food and drinks, and Ann leaned over to me. "So you're Mr. Driscoll's daughter?""

I nodded-Oh! Yes,

"Miss Darrow, if you please.".. Do I know you from somewhere?"

Ann looked at the table. "Maybe." I, um, I used to work on Vaudeville.…"

"Vaudeville, huh?"" Carl exclaimed, returning with a tray of coffee. "I used to work in Vaudeville, but now it's a tough crowd!" He sat down and pushed Cora aside. "If you don't kill them quickly, they'll kill you.""

The food arrived, and I saw Ann's eyes widen at the sight of the full plate placed in front of her. Anne had obviously not eaten properly for weeks when the woman began to eat, clearly trying to calm herself down.

"Mr. Denham," said Anne, stammering

. "I want you to know that I'm not in the habit of accepting alms from strangers, or for that matter..." She lowered her voice slightly, clearly embarrassed. "I take things that don't belong to me.""

"It was obviously a terrible misunderstanding.…"

"I just haven't been paid in a long time.".."

"It's terrible. Anyway, Anne - may I call you Anne?"

I felt the table shift slightly as Carl leaned forward.

"Do you happen to have a size four?""

Ann froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. I looked up from the page, wondering if she'd missed something. Then, as Ann suddenly pushed back her chair with a creak and stood up, Penny fell.

- You. Idiot. I hissed furiously at Carl as he stuttered his excuses to the retreating Ann.

"I'm someone you can trust, Ann," he pleaded. - I'm a film producer. Believe me, I'm on the level."

"I want you to imagine a beautiful traveler heading to the Far East," Karl said. They were shooting in the East, in Singapore. On the way, the hero will encounter a mysterious beauty, beautiful, yes, but also ghostly, fragile…

I tried not to roll my eyes. The plot seemed fairly predictable, a weak mysterious female stock figure, one-dimensional but cute. But Anne seemed fascinated, even charmed.

"And against her better judgment, of course.-"

"She's falling in love," Ann suddenly interjected.

I turned and saw the other woman's eyes widen, almost as if in a dream.

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

Ann seemed to be a better storyteller than Carl, even if Ann herself didn't realize it. Even Carl seemed confused.

"If she loves someone," Anne was saying, " it's doomed."

"Why is that?"" Carl asked, and Anne made her coup de grace.

"Good things never last long, Mr. Denham."

Ann suddenly felt the awkward silence around the trinity table and turned away. Carl, still a little confused by Ann's admission, glanced at me sideways.

She raised her eyebrows, as if she wanted to say something in response.

"So you're interested?" Good."Karl suddenly stood up, grabbed his hat and coat, and I followed suit. "Then it's settled. I don't want to rush you, but we don't have much time right now..."

Ann shifted nervously. "Well, I really am..."

"I'm telling you, you're perfect - look at you!" You're the saddest girl I've ever met. You'll make them cry, Ann, you'll break their hearts!"

Anne looked at him with quiet defiance. "That's where you're wrong, Mr. Denham, I make people laugh, that's what I do.

Carl threw down his chair and anxiously chased after Ann, begging her to change her mind. - Do you want to read the script?" "What is it?" he muttered desperately. "As we speak, Jack Driscoll is handing in a draft!""

Ann stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Carl in a dazed way. "Jack Driscoll?" she echoed.

- Of course. Why-wait! Do you know him?""

"Well, no, not personally." "I've seen his plays..." I realized that she had fallen into a trap at the mere mention of the playwright's name.

Carl's eyes lit up, as if he sensed her interest. "What a writer, eh?" he began excitedly. "And let me tell you, Ann, Jack Driscoll doesn't want anyone else in this picture."

Unbelievable, I thought as

I slung my coat over my arm.

"He said to me,' Karl, somewhere there is a woman born for this role... ' And as soon as I saw you, I knew..."

Ann looked at him uneasily. "Knew what?""

Carl played his trump card. "It's always been you."

She looked at Ann, who was looking at Carl with an unreadable face.…

"I'll do it.""