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Act one, scene one opens with Lillian Hellman clawing her way, stumbling andscrambling, through the thorny nighttime underbrush of some German schwarzwald, a Jewish baby clamped to each of hertits, another brood of infants clinging to her back. Lilly clambers herway, struggling against the brambles that snag the gold embroidery ofher Balenciaga lounging pajamas, the blackvelvet clutched by hordes of doomed cherubs she’s racing to deliver fromthe ovens of some Nazi death camp. More innocent toddlers, lashed toeach of Lillian’s muscular thighs. Helpless Jewish, Gypsy and homosexualbabies. Nazi gestapo bullets spit past her in the darkness, shreddingthe forest foliage, the smell of gunpowder and pine needles. The headyaroma of her Chanel No. 5. Bullets and handgrenades just whiz past Miss Hellman’s perfectly coiffed Hattie Carnegie chignon, so close the ammunitionshatters her Cartier chandelier earrings intorainbow explosions of priceless diamonds. Ruby and emerald shrapnelblasts into the flawless skin of her perfect, pale cheeks.… From thisaction sequence, we dissolve to:

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