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BLUE MOON · written by Robert Kaplow · 2025
Scene 4 of 26 · ≈ 3 min on screen · Act one
On the opening night of Oklahoma!, lyricist Lorenz Hart drinks through Sardi's while chasing one last renewal with Richard Rodgers and the young woman he adores, but both are already moving beyond him.
Seven months after Oklahoma!'s opening, Lorenz Hart collapses alone in a rainy alley as a radio obituary inventories the songs that will outlive him.
Hart watches Oklahoma!'s rapturous finale beside his mother, mocks its lyrics, and abandons the theater for a drink.
Hart crosses 44th Street from the St. James Theatre toward Sardi's.
This scene
It is about ten thirty on the same evening: Caricatures of theatrical celebrities fill the walls. The bar is still relatively empty; we see EDDIE, the bartender (energetic, humorous, round-framed glasses) and a FEW COUPLES. MORTY RIFKIN, working part-time as a cocktail pianist, is dressed in a military uniform with a Signal Corps lapel pin; he's playing "Manhattan."
For the first time, we get a good look at Lorenz Hart, a diminutive man with thinning hair, now 47 years old, dressed in a perfectly-tailored dark-blue banker's suit with a handkerchief in his pocket which matches his tie. He enters with a rumpled S. Klein's shopping bag under his arm, an unbuttoned topcoat draped over his shoulders. As Hart sits at the bar, the bartender matter-of-factly pulls out a pistol from beneath the bar and aims it at Hart.
EDDIE
All right. For the last time, put the letters on the table.
HART
If Lazlo and the Cause mean that much to you, you won't stop at anything. All right, I'll make it easy on you.
(puts down shopping bag and stands)
Go ahead, shoot. You'd be doing me a favor.
EDDIE
Just remember, I got this gun pointed at your dick.
HART
That's my least vulnerable spot.
The pianist, by this time, has figured out the scene they're parodying; he segues into "As Time Goes By." Hart nods to the pianist as if to say: Good, you got it.
EDDIE
Jesus Christ, how many times have we seen that picture?
HART
Worst line in Casablanca? "Well, a precedent is being broken."
(savoring its stupidity)
A precedent is being broken? How can you break a Goddamn precedent? Do they even speak English over there in Hollywood?
Still, you have to love Claude Rains. He makes that picture. You know why he's so great? He's a leading man, and he's short. Which proves you can be both. And I love this: He says to Ilsa, "Mademoiselle, he's the kind of man that--if I were a woman and I were not around--I should be in love with Rick." Think about it: Whom does he end up with at the end of the picture? Who's strolling away together arm in arm into the fog?
EDDIE
HART
What do you think goes on over there at the Free French garrison in Brazzaville? That is a scene they can't show you. OK: best line in Casablanca?
EDDIE
(doing Bogart)
"Nobody ever loved me that much."
HART
"Nobody ever loved me that much." Isn't that magnificent? Six words. "Nobody ever loved me that much." And, really, who's ever been loved enough? Who's ever been loved half enough? Would you get me a shot?
EDDIE
Larry, you told me under no circumstances--
HART
I'm just gonna look at it. Take the measure of its amber heft in my hand.
EDDIE
You told me not--
HART
Just give me the drink.
He watches Eddie pour.
HART (CONT'D)
Did I tell you what Elizabeth told me--that's the girl I'm meeting me here tonight?
EDDIE
You mean the one you--
HART
Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
EDDIE
What?
HART
Show some class, all right? Her mother is gonna come walking in here any second.
EDDIE
Sorry.
HART
(studies his hands as he lights a cigar)
Seriously: I adore this girl. And, I'm telling you, this is beyond sex.
EDDIE
What's beyond sex?
HART
I don't understand it. She's completely undeserving. But isn't that the way it always is? Irrational adoration. That's the phrase she came up with. She's a poet, too. Did I tell you that? Oh, and would you give me a shot of club soda? I'll drink one and admire the other.
EDDIE
So this girl...
(lowers voice)
You really, you know, with a twenty year old college girl?
HART
It is more complicated than you can possibly imagine. Leave the bottle. It's a visual poem.
EDDIE
You're not giving me any details here.
HART
You know what my secret goal is for the rest of this year? I'm serious. Really. My secret goal is to: Stop being so scared. I'm 47....