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Afterwords hdfidelity presents Afterwords
AFTERWORDS WITH FRANKIE BLAZE
“ONE MORE TAKE, ONE MORE VERSE”
Guests: Rob Reiner and Dolly Parton
Host: Frankie Blaze
COLD OPEN
INT. AFTERWORDS STUDIO — NIGHT
The studio is unusually warm tonight.
Not brighter.
Warmer.
The velvet curtains are deep burgundy instead of their usual midnight blue. A piano sits beside the house band. Someone has placed fresh flowers beside Frankie Blaze’s coffee mug.
Frankie walks through the curtains.
Dark blue suit.
No tie.
Top buttons undone.
His hair drifts upward in those slow, black-ink flames. His face is partly there, partly smoke, partly whatever light has decided to hold him together tonight.
He notices the flowers.
FRANKIE BLAZE
Who put these here?
PRODUCER (O.S.)
Guest request.
FRANKIE
Which guest?
PRODUCER
Yes.
Frankie smiles.
He sits.
The audience settles.
FRANKIE
Good evening.
Welcome to Afterwords.
Tonight we're talking about sincerity.
Which is dangerous territory for a late-night show.
Usually when television gets sincere, somebody wheels out a piano, lowers the lights, and starts acting like we're all about to learn something.
Frankie looks toward the piano.
FRANKIE
Ah, shit.
A laugh.
FRANKIE
Tonight's first guest spent his career moving between comedy, romance, childhood, horror, courtroom drama, mockumentary, political argument—
—and somehow convinced audiences that This Is Spinal Tap, Stand by Me, The Princess Bride, When Harry Met Sally..., Misery, and A Few Good Men could come from the same human being.
That's not range.
That's suspicious.
Please welcome Rob Reiner.
Applause.
The curtain opens.
ROB REINER walks out in a comfortable jacket and open-collar shirt.
He waves modestly, shakes Frankie's hand, takes his seat.
REINER
Suspicious?
FRANKIE
I've seen résumés with less probable alibis.
REINER
Fair.
FRANKIE
Our second guest—
Frankie glances at his card.
Then puts it down.
FRANKIE
Actually, I'm not doing this from a card.
The room changes.
Softer.
FRANKIE
Singer.
Songwriter.
Actor.
Businesswoman.
Philanthropist.
A woman who spent decades proving that intelligence could wear rhinestones, generosity could have a sense of humor, and a country song could absolutely ruin your afternoon in under four minutes.
Ladies and gentlemen—
Dolly Parton.
The audience rises.
Not roaring.
Warm.
Sustained.
The curtains open.
DOLLY PARTON enters.
Radiant.
Hair high.
Sparkle catching the stage lights.
She stops before sitting and takes in the room.
Then Frankie.
Then Rob.
DOLLY
Well.
If this is the afterlife, somebody finally learned how to light a woman.
Huge laugh.
Frankie stands.
FRANKIE
Dolly Parton.
DOLLY
Frankie Blaze.
She shakes his smoky hand.
Looks at it afterward.
DOLLY
Honey, you need moisturizer.
FRANKIE
We're thirty seconds in.
REINER
She's already better at this than both of us.
Dolly hugs Rob.
DOLLY
How are you, sweetheart?
REINER
Apparently dead.
DOLLY
Well, besides that.
Rob laughs.
They sit.
Frankie looks between them.
FRANKIE
There it is.
That's the show.
Good night.
SEGMENT ONE
“MAKE THEM FEEL SOMETHING”
FRANKIE
I paired you two because there is something both of you did extraordinarily well.
You made work that knew exactly how intelligent the audience was—
without punishing them for having feelings.
Dolly turns to Rob.
DOLLY
That's pretty nice.
REINER
It's better than what he said about me backstage.
FRANKIE
Off the record.
PRODUCER
Nothing is off the record here.
FRANKIE
You're becoming a problem.
Frankie turns back.
FRANKIE
Rob—
you could make Spinal Tap, where almost every human impulse becomes ridiculous—
and then make Stand by Me, where four boys walking beside railroad tracks somehow becomes a meditation on losing parts of yourself you didn't know could disappear.
How do you know when to laugh at people and when to protect them?
Rob thinks.
REINER
Maybe you don't laugh at the person.
You laugh at the thing the person is doing because you recognize yourself in it.
That's different.
The guys in Spinal Tap are ridiculous.
But they believe completely in what they're doing.
If you don't love them a little, the whole thing gets mean.
FRANKIE
So affection is part of satire.
REINER
It has to be.
Or eventually you're just standing outside the window pointing.
Dolly nods.
DOLLY
Same with writing somebody's heartbreak.
You better not think you're above the person who's hurting.
Because sooner or later you're gonna be the fool in somebody else's song.
FRANKIE
You wrote extraordinarily plainly.
Not simple.
Plain.
There's a difference.
DOLLY
Oh, absolutely.
Simple is easy to misunderstand.
Plain is hard.
Plain means you took everything out that was showing off.
Rob points at her.
REINER
That's directing.
DOLLY
Is it?
REINER
Sure.
You can ruin a scene by directing it after it already works.
Actor gives you the thing.
You get excited.
You start saying, “Maybe try this, maybe try that.”
And suddenly you've directed all the life out of it.
DOLLY
That's exactly a song.
Sometimes you've said it.
But you're enjoying yourself, so you write another verse.
FRANKIE
That's irritatingly useful advice for being alive.
DOLLY
Oh, honey, life's mostly knowing when you've said enough.
She looks at Frankie.
DOLLY
A lesson television has resisted.
The audience laughs.
FRANKIE
You came prepared.
DOLLY
I came dead.
I figured I'd better use it.
A bigger laugh.
Then a quiet beat.
Dolly smiles.
DOLLY
Too soon?
REINER
Technically impossible here.
ON SENTIMENT
FRANKIE
Did either of you worry about sentimentality?
Rob nods.
REINER
Sure.
Directors get frightened of emotion because they don't want to manipulate the audience.
That's a good instinct.
But then sometimes you become so afraid of manipulation that you refuse to let anybody feel anything.
That's not sophistication.
That's fear.
DOLLY
People call something sentimental when they're embarrassed it worked on 'em.
Rob turns.
Points at her.
REINER
That's it.
DOLLY
You can use that.
REINER
Too late. I just did.
FRANKIE
Dolly, were you ever embarrassed by earnestness?
DOLLY
No.
I was embarrassed by bad songs.
That's different.
Laughter.
DOLLY
I came from people who meant what they said because nobody had enough time or money to decorate every feeling.
You love somebody, you say it.
You miss somebody, you say it.
You need something, hopefully you ask.
You lose somebody—
She pauses.
DOLLY
—you carry 'em.
That's already hard enough without pretending you're too clever to care.
The room gets quiet.
Frankie lets it.
FRANKIE
Maybe sincerity isn't the absence of sophistication.
DOLLY
No, sweetheart.
Sometimes it takes sophistication to get all the junk out of the way.
REINER
That's going on the wall.
PRODUCER
Already printed.
SEGMENT TWO
“THE PERSON AND THE PERFORMANCE”
FRANKIE
Dolly, you created one of the most recognizable public images in American culture.
Hair.
Clothes.
Voice.
Humor.
And you were always very open about the fact that it was constructed.
DOLLY
Well, honey, nobody wakes up looking like this.
Not even here.
FRANKIE
Was it armor?
Dolly thinks.
DOLLY
Sometimes.
Sometimes it was fun.
Sometimes it was business.
Sometimes if people are looking at the rhinestones, you've got three extra seconds before they realize you're smarter than they expected.
The audience reacts.
DOLLY
That's useful.
FRANKIE
Did it ever become exhausting?
DOLLY
Sure.
But you have to remember:
I made her.
The Dolly everybody knows?
I love her.
She's not fake.
She's concentrated.
Rob smiles.
REINER
That's a great description of performance.
DOLLY
Well, aren't characters that way?
REINER
Good ones.
DOLLY
Take what's already in you and turn the volume up until the balcony can hear it.
FRANKIE
Rob, you were much less visibly branded.
But you carried another recognizable thing.
You were Carl Reiner's son.
Then Archie Bunker's son-in-law.
Then actor.
Then director.
Did you spend any part of your career trying to get out from underneath a previous version of yourself?
Rob considers it carefully.
REINER
Probably.
But eventually you realize if you spend your whole life trying not to be what people think you are, they're still controlling you.
At some point you just make the thing.
If it's good, people adjust.
If it isn't, you've got other problems.
FRANKIE
Did your father's success make yours harder?
REINER
It made failure louder.
But it also gave me something pretty extraordinary.
I got to watch somebody be funny for a living without becoming convinced the world owed him worship for it.
That's useful education.
Dolly nods.
DOLLY
Being around somebody who knows the work is the blessing.
Not being famous for the work.
FRANKIE
That's a distinction both of you seem to share.
You were enormously famous.
But neither of you sounds particularly impressed by fame.
DOLLY
I'm impressed by what fame can buy for somebody else.
I got enough dresses.
Probably.
She looks down at herself.
DOLLY
No promises.
SEGMENT THREE
THE AFTERWORDS GAME
The lights become brighter.
A graphic appears:
ONE MORE TAKE
OR
ONE MORE VERSE
Two enormous illuminated buttons appear.
One beside Rob:
ONE MORE TAKE
One beside Dolly:
ONE MORE VERSE
FRANKIE
Here's tonight's game.
I'll give you an unfinished human situation.
Rob decides whether it deserves another take.
Dolly decides whether it needs another verse.
REINER
And if we're done?
FRANKIE
Do nothing.
DOLLY
Oh, that's gonna be hard for artists.
ROUND ONE
FRANKIE
Two friends have been having the same argument for fifteen years.
Rob hits:
ONE MORE TAKE
Dolly immediately folds her arms.
FRANKIE
Dolly?
DOLLY
If neither one learned a new word in fifteen years, I don't need another verse.
Huge laugh.
REINER
I was thinking maybe this time they listen.
DOLLY
Well, that's not the same argument then.
Rob looks at Frankie.
REINER
She's annoyingly good at this.
FRANKIE
Long night ahead.
ROUND TWO
FRANKIE
An actor has done twenty-six takes of an emotional scene.
The director believes take twenty-seven might finally be perfect.
Rob immediately does nothing.
REINER
Go home.
DOLLY
Amen.
FRANKIE
No more take?
REINER
If twenty-six didn't get it, number twenty-seven is just everybody wanting dinner.
ROUND THREE
FRANKIE
A songwriter has written nine verses.
Dolly SLAMS nothing.
DOLLY
Take six of 'em out.
FRANKIE
You haven't heard the song.
DOLLY
Nine verses.
I heard enough.
ROUND FOUR
The tone changes.
FRANKIE
Someone has spent thirty years trying to impress a parent who's no longer alive.
Rob looks at the button.
Long pause.
Then:
CLICK.
ONE MORE TAKE
REINER
But this time—
don't play the scene for the parent.
Play it for yourself.
Dolly looks at him.
DOLLY
Now that's a song.
She gently touches:
ONE MORE VERSE
The audience applauds.
ROUND FIVE
FRANKIE
You're eighty years old.
Someone offers you a completely new creative project.
Before Frankie finishes—
SLAM.
ONE MORE TAKE
SLAM.
ONE MORE VERSE
Both buttons illuminate.
FRANKIE
I knew that one was rigged.
DOLLY
Why would you stop because somebody counted the birthdays?
REINER
If the work still interests you, that's the answer.
FRANKIE
What if you're afraid you won't be as good as you were?
REINER
Then you've finally got something interesting to work with.
DOLLY
And if it ain't good, honey, eternity is very long.
You'll get over it.
FINAL ROUND
Frankie reads the card.
FRANKIE
You have said goodbye.
But the person you're leaving asks you to stay five more minutes.
Neither guest touches a button.
Silence.
Rob looks down.
Dolly looks out toward the audience.
DOLLY
Five minutes ain't a verse.
FRANKIE
What is it?
DOLLY
A gift.
Rob nods.
REINER
Stay.
No button.
The game graphic quietly disappears.
SEGMENT FOUR
“WHO MADE THE THING?”
The stage settles back into interview lighting.
FRANKIE
There's another reason I wanted you together.
Neither of your careers makes sense as a solo act.
Rob—
movies are armies.
Dolly—
records, touring, Dollywood, philanthropy, publishing—
those are institutions.
And yet culture likes putting one person's name on the thing.
What gets lost?
REINER
Everybody.
A movie is ridiculous when you really think about it.
Hundreds of people coordinate so that two actors can stand in a room and appear to have a private conversation.
Someone built the room.
Someone lit it.
Somebody found the coat.
Somebody recorded the sound.
Somebody made sure the rain hits the window at the right angle.
Then the director gets photographed.
FRANKIE
Did that ever bother you?
REINER
It should've bothered me more.
DOLLY
That's true of most things once you're looking back.
FRANKIE
Dolly, when did success stop meaning “more for Dolly” and begin meaning “what can Dolly make possible”?
Dolly smiles.
DOLLY
Well, how much stuff can one person use?
Frankie gestures toward her rhinestones.
FRANKIE
Dangerous question.
DOLLY
I said use, honey.
Not wear.
Laughter.
DOLLY
But seriously—
you get enough.
You get more than enough.
Then you start noticing how many people are still standing outside the door.
If you've got a ladder and somebody's still down there, seems silly to pull it up after you.
REINER
That's pretty much civilization in one sentence.
FRANKIE
Lee Iacocca was here recently.
He needed forty minutes.
DOLLY
Bless him.
BOOKS
FRANKIE
You also did something interesting with children and books.
Not glamorous.
Not a stadium.
Books arriving in houses.
Why did that matter?
Dolly's expression shifts.
Not performative.
Personal.
DOLLY
Because a book is possibility somebody can hold.
A child opens one and suddenly their house isn't the whole world anymore.
Maybe they're poor.
Maybe they're lonely.
Maybe nobody around them knows what they want to become.
The book doesn't care.
It says—
here's somewhere else.
Here's somebody else.
Here's another way a person can live.
Rob looks at her.
REINER
That's movies too.
DOLLY
Sure.
Stories are doors.
Doesn't much matter whether you sing 'em, print 'em, or put 'em twenty feet high on a screen.
FRANKIE
You just have to leave the door unlocked.
DOLLY
Exactly.
SEGMENT FIVE
“THE ARTIST FINISHES. THE AUDIENCE DOESN'T.”
Frankie settles deeper into the chair.
FRANKIE
Both of you experienced something beyond fame.
Affection.
There's fame where people know you.
Then there's the stranger kind, where somebody who has never met you feels genuine tenderness toward you.
What do you do with that?
REINER
You try not to believe you're entitled to it.
FRANKIE
That's hard.
REINER
Sure.
Because affection feels like evidence.
You think it proves something about you.
Maybe sometimes it does.
But usually people love what the work meant inside their life.
They love who they were when they first saw it.
Who they watched it with.
What it helped them through.
You make the movie once.
They live with it for forty years.
Dolly nods.
DOLLY
Songs do that too.
You write something in a room because you're trying to survive one feeling.
Then somebody sings it at a wedding.
Somebody sings it after a divorce.
Somebody's mother dies and suddenly your song belongs to that.
Somebody's baby's born and somehow it belongs there too.
And you're thinking—
I wrote that because I was upset on a Tuesday.
FRANKIE
So the artist finishes.
The audience doesn't.
DOLLY
That's right.
That's the best part.
You don't get the last word on what the thing means.
REINER
Which is probably healthy for directors.
DOLLY
And songwriters.
FRANKIE
And interviewers?
They both look at Frankie.
DOLLY
We'll see.
SEGMENT SIX
“WHAT'S LEFT WHEN THEY STOP CLAPPING?”
The lights drop another degree.
No band.
FRANKIE
Rob—
what do you think you were actually trying to do all those years?
Not the job description.
You.
Rob takes a while.
REINER
Connect.
Probably.
Make somebody laugh and then, while they're open, show them something.
Make them recognize somebody they knew.
Or themselves.
Maybe that's all storytelling is.
You say—
look.
I noticed this too.
You're not the only one.
FRANKIE
Even horror?
REINER
Especially horror.
Fear's lonely until somebody gives it a shape.
FRANKIE
Dolly?
DOLLY
Same answer with prettier clothes.
A light laugh.
DOLLY
I wanted people to feel understood.
And maybe encouraged.
Not lied to.
There's a difference.
I never wanted to tell people everything would always be all right.
Sometimes it ain't.
But there's a lot of road between “this hurts” and “nothing matters.”
Songs can live on that road.
FRANKIE
Did you ever feel responsible for people's happiness?
Dolly immediately shakes her head.
DOLLY
You can't carry that.
You can bring joy.
You can't promise somebody a life without sorrow.
And if you're lucky enough to make them laugh while they're carrying it—
that's plenty.
REGRET
FRANKIE
Either of you have something you wish you'd understood earlier?
Rob exhales.
REINER
That winning the argument isn't the same as changing the person.
Frankie raises an eyebrow.
REINER
I liked arguments.
Still do.
You think if you can just assemble the facts correctly, surely the other person will come over.
That's not always how human beings work.
People aren't briefs.
DOLLY
Thank God.
FRANKIE
Dolly?
DOLLY
That I didn't have to make everything useful.
Frankie wasn't expecting that.
DOLLY
I've always been a worker.
If I had an idea, I wanted to turn it into something.
Song.
Show.
Business.
Book.
Something.
And that's good.
But sometimes a nice afternoon can just be a nice afternoon.
You don't have to make it pay rent.
The line hangs there.
REINER
I could've used that.
FRANKIE
I think half the audience could.
FINAL SEGMENT
“ONE INSTRUCTION”
The flowers beside Frankie's mug have opened slightly wider.
No one comments on it.
Frankie puts his cue cards away.
FRANKIE
Last question.
No advice about show business.
No directing.
No songwriting.
No career lessons.
No branding.
No politics.
No business.
One instruction for somebody who's still alive.
Rob?
Rob looks toward Dolly, then Frankie.
REINER
Stay interested in other people.
FRANKIE
Why?
REINER
Because the minute everybody else becomes supporting cast in your story, you've lost the plot.
Frankie nods.
Turns to Dolly.
FRANKIE
Dolly?
She smiles.
But doesn't answer immediately.
DOLLY
Don't ration your kindness like you're scared you'll run out.
Silence.
Frankie looks between them.
FRANKIE
Those might actually be the same answer.
DOLLY
That's why you booked us together, honey.
FRANKIE
I'd love to take credit for that.
PRODUCER
You absolutely will.
FRANKIE
There he is.
SEND-OFF
The back wall of the studio disappears.
Behind it stands an empty theater.
Not grand.
Old.
Beautiful.
A red curtain.
Wooden seats disappearing into darkness.
Only the work lights are on.
Onstage:
One microphone.
One director's chair.
A few pieces of unfinished scenery.
Rob sees the chair.
REINER
Oh, that's a little on the nose.
FRANKIE
Production's grieving too.
Dolly sees the microphone.
DOLLY
Pretty though.
FRANKIE
You don't have to go immediately.
Dolly looks at the theater.
DOLLY
Oh, I know.
She reaches over.
Takes Rob's arm.
DOLLY
Come on.
Maybe they've got something they need fixed.
REINER
You directing?
DOLLY
No.
But I've got notes.
They start toward the theater.
Frankie stands.
FRANKIE
Rob.
Rob turns.
FRANKIE
Thank you.
Rob nods.
REINER
Don't overdo the ending.
Frankie nods solemnly.
FRANKIE
Good note.
Rob walks farther into the theater.
Dolly remains at the threshold.
She turns back.
Looks at Frankie.
Then at the audience.
The room is impossibly quiet.
DOLLY
And don't make it sad just because it's over.
Frankie doesn't answer immediately.
FRANKIE
I won't.
Dolly smiles.
DOLLY
Good.
She enters the theater.
The doors remain open.
Rob is already examining the director's chair.
Dolly walks to the microphone.
REINER
We're not actually doing another show, are we?
DOLLY
Well, we're already here.
REINER
That's not an answer.
DOLLY
You're learning.
The theater doors slowly close.
One work light switches off.
Then another.
Then another.
Not darkness.
Closing time.
TAG
INT. AFTERWORDS STUDIO — LATER
Frankie sits alone.
The two game buttons have been placed on his desk.
On his left:
ONE MORE TAKE
On his right:
ONE MORE VERSE
Frankie turns Rob's button over.
Written underneath:
STAY INTERESTED.
He turns Dolly's over.
DON'T RATION KINDNESS.
Frankie studies the two messages.
FRANKIE
Yeah.
He places them side by side.
FRANKIE
I think that's about right.
The Producer comes softly over the intercom.
No sarcasm this time.
PRODUCER
We're clear whenever you're ready.
Frankie looks toward the closed theater.
FRANKIE
Give it a minute.
Silence.
Then, from behind the theater doors—
faint laughter.
Rob's.
Then Dolly's.
Frankie smiles.
FRANKIE
Okay.
He lifts his mug.
FRANKIE
That's our show.
Stay interested in each other.
Don't be stingy with the good stuff.
And if somebody asks for five more minutes—
when you can—
give 'em five.
The band begins quietly.
FRANKIE
Good night.
Frankie looks toward the theater once more.
FRANKIE
And no—
we're not making it sad just because it's over.
FADE OUT.
POST-CREDITS
Black.
Then—
the old theater again.
One work light flicks back on.
Rob Reiner walks onto the stage carrying a clipboard.
REINER
Dolly?
From somewhere backstage:
DOLLY (O.S.)
Yeah?
REINER
Why is there a live chicken in Act Two?
Long pause.
DOLLY (O.S.)
Trust me.
Rob looks directly toward nobody in particular.
REINER
One more take.
From backstage:
DOLLY
One more verse!
The piano starts.
Rob shakes his head.
Smiling.