All language subtitles for Sunset.1988

Take 'er off!

Giddap!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Tom!

Cut!

- I said cut.
- Go on, get outta here, that was great.

Okay, that's lunch,
half an hour.

- Hi, Tom.
- Alfie.

- Hello, Tom.
- Miss Victoria.

- You're lookin' mighty pretty today.
- Thanks, so do you.

- Let's go for a walk, Tom.
- Hi Victoria!

- Randy, bring a couple chairs, will ya?
- Right away, Tom.

The film's looking very good, Tom.

Afraid we may have
another big hit on our hands.

You come all the way out
here to tell me that, did ya?

- No.
- I knew there was something... I didn't think so.

I just bought a sensational
new script called "Lawman".

About a famous frontier
marshal, name of Wyatt Earp.

Yeah, I heard of him.

"Alperin Films presents Tom Mix,
Hollywood's most famous cowboy"

"starring as Wyatt Earp,
the West's most famous lawman."

Whoa.

- I'll get Wyatt Earp as the technical advisor, it's great publicity.
- Now hold... hold on, hold on!

The fact is, I didn't become numero uno at the
box office by playing other people.

Tom...
this is a very important project to me.

Fox and Chaplin are gambling on sound.

I'm betting my bankroll
on you in "Lawman".

What if I don't agree?

Fact is...
I'll be very unhappy.

And I guess you will be, too, you have
to sit out the rest of your contract.

When's it up?
March '33, that's, ah... four years.

What are we talking about here?
You haven't even read the script yet.

I may be wrong, but I'm
sure you're gonna love it.

Well, I'll read it.

I'll let you know what
I think in the morning.

Fine, I wanna start shootin'
next month.

I still have to make my deal
with the famous marshal.

All right, everybody,
let's get back to work.

It should be educational for you, Tom,

working with a real
life, honest-to-god gunfighter.

You never know,
maybe he'll give you some pointers.

Yeah...
bet he will.

It looks like you got the
wrong end of the horse.

Depends on who you are
and how you look at it.

If you was Tony Jr., here, you'd
think you got the wrong end of Tom Mix.

- Bye, Alfie.
- Bye.

- Did he say, "yes"?
- No, but he will.

It's Tom!

Where's he going?

- Well, it's been a real pleasure, Mr. Earp.
- Feeling's mutual, George.

- Mr. Wyatt Earp?
- That's right, Tom Mix, isn't it?

That's right.

Can I give you a lift into town?

On your horse?

No, Tony Jr. ain't got
no license plates.

I'm afraid you'll have to ride
in the Duesenberg.

There's a press conference
at the hotel at two o'clock.

And a 3:30, Mr. Alperin's
gonna meet you at the studio,

At 4:00, we want to do a photo
session on the Tombstone Street.

At 5:30...

Is he gonna have enough time to do a
photos and get to the radio station by 5:30?

As long as we finish with the
photos by quarter to five.

Mr. Earp, do you have clothes
that look a little more Western?

Don't worry about that,
we'll get him something in wardrobe.

It's just the way you dress, you look a little
like a Texas oil man instead of a sheriff.

- Marshal.
- Marshal... what's the difference?

Hey, here they come!

Marshall Earp...

- Would you ever consider acting?
- Or would you ever consider playing yourself?

Excuse me. ladies, I don't think
I'm not gonna like staying here.

Well then, let's find you a place
where you will like staying.

Do you suppose Mr.
Alperin's gonna be

disappointed if I don't
show up for all those things?

Yeah, that worry you?

I hired on as a technical
advisor, not a celebrity.

There it sits.

Used to live here before I got
famous. Quiet. Private.

Washed my socks in the sink,
it only cost me 18 dollars a month.

Sounds perfect,
you think you can get me in?

Sure, I own it.
Mi casa es su casa.

Where'd you learn to speak Spanish, in Cuba?

How'd you know I was in Cuba?

Oh, I read about it in the rotogravure
comes along with the Sunday paper.

- Well, if it's in print, it's gotta be true.
- Absolutely.

In the Chicago Tribune's
Liberty Magazine

they said you were
in the Boer War.

Any photos?

No photos, just some pen and ink
sketches, some engravings, too.

Engravings? Engraving's how
counterfeiters make funny money, isn't it?

Cue the Earps.

- Dialogue!
- You men are under arrest.

Don't kill me! Don't kill me!
I ain't shooting!

The fight's commenced.
Get to fighting or get out.

Dialogue, Billy.

God, forgive me for all
the bad things I've done.

Cut!

We'll get the A-Plus-Ups after lunch.

All right, everybody,
that's lunch, one hour.

- Was it okay for you?
- All okay for me.

- I mean, was that really just like it?
- Just like it.

Swell.

I want to get Tom's close-ups first.

Tom, that was interesting.

Got any suggestions?

No, no.
You handle a six-gun pretty good.

- Praise from Caesar.
- Can you hit anything?

Well, you're the one's gotta
hit what you're shootin' at,

all I gotta do is look good.

Wyatt, was that really the way it was?

- Absolutely... well, give or take a lie or two.
- Mr. Earp.

- Good morning, Miss Shoemaker.
- Good morning. Tom.

- Can I talk to you a moment, Mr. Earp?
- Sure.

Honey, you get any prettier,
I'm gonna gave to propose.

And if you don't do some publicity,
I'm gonna lose my job.

Well, now, that's the last
thing I'd want that to happen.

I'll try to straighten it
it out with Mr. Alperin.

Well, look, if I know Alfie, Mr. Alprin,

he won't even talk to you until
he gets his pound of flesh.

Do you mind if I try anyway?

- Okay, Mr. Earp.
- Would you... mind making that "Wyatt"?

Sure, if you make it "Nancy".

You warm an old man's heart, Nancy.

Shame on you, Wyatt, trying
to pull that old man stuff on me.

- Mr. Earp?
- That's right.

Chief Dibner'd like to see you.

- Who's Chief Dibner?
- The Chief of Studio Police, I'll take you over there.

Oh, you don't need t'do that,
just point me in the direction,

I'm sure I can find it.

Okay, just go right down Main Street,
you'll see the Executive Bungalow,

- it's the last bungalow on the left.
- Sounds easy enough, thank you, officer.

- Oh, well, you're welcome, Mr. Earp.
- Hey, Wyatt.

- Yeah.
- Where you headed?

- Chief Dibner wants to see me.
- Hold on a minute.

- Make him come to you.
- Why?

Because he's a dangerous
son of a bitch.

Well, you know what they say
about bearding a lion in his den.

It's been my experience
that sometimes the

same thing applies to
dangerous sons o' bitches.

Well, missed your call, Wyatt,
you coulda made a hell of an actor.

Ah, well, marshalling and acting...
not too far apart.

I mean, one time, I wasn't packing my
six-gun, and Doc Holliday he got drunk,

and he was roaring he was gonna
shoot my earlobes off.

I went for a hideout gun.

Fortunately, he thought I had one.

- Is that the truth?
- Oh, every word.

- Give or take a lie or two.
- Give or take a lie or two.

Watch yourself, amigo.

It's just another Western, so,
some Indians die, big deal.

- Michael, Michael, will you please, it's too early.
- Watch your step there.

Whoa, hold on.

Excuse me, part... partner,
but you're standing in the way

of some very dedicated
drinking, I'll have you know.

Well, I'm sorry.

Hey! What picture are you in?

I'm not.

- Then who are you?
- Name's Earp.

Wyatt Earp?

Ha! Well, then I'm... I'm Billy the Kid,
and this here's Calamity Jane.

No, Mary Jane Cannary was
a dear and selfless woman,

but she looked like an unmade bed.

- This young lady's much too pretty.
- Well, thank you, Mr. Earp.

Mr. Earp is here.

I'm Marvin Dibner.

Well, have a seat.

Apparently, Mrs. Alperin knows
you're here in Hollywood.

Mrs. Alperin would like you to
pay a call on her as a favor.

You know who she is?

Did you ever meet her?

- You don't say much, do you, Wyatt?
- No, I don't.

Also, it's Mr. Earp.
Or Marshall, or even Earp.

Not Wyatt until I tell you.
And while I think of it...

don't ever try to question me again.

Sorry, just trying to be friendly.

No, what you were trying to do
is stay ahead of the game.

Your boss's wife wants to talk to somebody
you don't know and you wanna know why.

Probably your boss does, too.

My job is to be
curious about anything

that has anything to
do with Mrs. Alperin.

- Do you happen to know what she wants?
- Why don't you ask Mrs. Alprin?

Just what the hell's
bothering you, Mr. Earp?

Your bad manners and the fact
you don't hear too good.

I told you not to try
questioning me.

And I meant it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Mr. Earp.

- Can I help you?
- With what?

First off, son, don't ever crowd

anybody unless you got
a first-class reason.

Did you do a lot of time, boy?

- Where?
- Folsom.

For what?

Armed robbery.

You make a move, it'll be
the mistake of your life.

- Am I clear?
- Oh, yeah.

- Yes, Sir.
- Marshal Earp to see Mrs. Alperin.

If you'll follow me.

I'll inform Mrs. Alperin
that you're here.

Not much like Denver.

Mr. Earp, thank you for coming.

- I always hoped to see you again.
- I would have been happy to hear from you.

It wouldn't have been fitting.
Also, I wasn't certain you'd remember.

You've never been forgotten.

You are just as I remember,
except perhaps taller.

- Is it possible that you grew?
- Not likely.

Then there can only be
one possible explanation.

I was wearing high heels.

You were. Soft, gray, kid,
high-button shoes.

- How could you remember?
- I undid them.

- The buttons were made of yellow ivory.
- Whalebone.

That night in Denver,
do you remember saying...

That if you were ever in
trouble, I'd come.

Yes.

Let's go outside where we
won't be interrupted.

Alfie told me you were here,
and I don't know anyone else who is afraid.

- Afraid?
- Of each other, of...

- Of your husband?
- Yes, I suppose so.

They're just a bit afraid
Alfie might not want me helped.

With your son?

I met him today at the studio.

- Was he...?
- Been drinking? Yes.

I received a letter from a woman I
used to know named Candace Girard.

She runs a...
place called the Candy Store.

She claims that Michael hurt
one of her girls and suggests

that I buy the girl a change of
address before the word gets around.

- What was the girl's name?
- Rhonda Lopez. Please see her.

I've no one else to turn to,
I'll pay whatever it costs.

I'm not for hire.

I'll do it for the way you held the roses.

Christina Alperin is a very lovely lady who
made the mistake of marrying the wrong man.

Easy to understand,
since, when she met Alfie

he hadn't yet decided
to take over the world.

He was still "The Happy Hobo" everybody
went to the movies and laughed at and loved.

I'm here to tell you, Wyatt,
when he wanted to be

he could be the most charming,
considerate,

giving, funny man.

Especially when he
wanted something.

He sure did want Christina.

Aren't you hot?

It's open.

- The press awaits.
- Better get her done, pardner.

It shouldn't be too painful,
I explained to them that you two

have pressing engagements and
must be finished by 6:30.

- And how did you know that?
- What? I didn't.

Sure, Tom's taking me on a four-bit tour.

Starting with Grauman's Chinese
and ending up at the Candy Store.

- Good evening, Mr. Mix.
- Cheryl.

Allow me to introduce a very good friend
of mine, Chery King, Mr. Wyatt Earp.

- No, not the real Wyatt Earp?
- That's right, I'm not dead yet.

I can see that.

Well, I'd love to show you
around if you promise not to

close us down like you did
those saloons in Tombstone.

- Cheryl, I never closed a saloon down in my life.
- Well, good.

- Well, we know what Tom drinks.
- I'll have...

No, no, no! Let me guess...
A Waterfill and Frazier

and a cold Dos Equis to chase.

That's close enough.

So, how long do you
plan to be in town, Mr. Earp?

Well, probably as long
as I find it interesting.

- We'll do everything we can to keep you here.
- I think that'd be nice.

- Cheryl.
- Miss Alperin.

Victoria Alperin,
Alfie's kid sister, and...

Dutch Kieffer.

I'm surprised a frontier marshal would be
so up to date on the Chicago underworld.

East or West,
a crook is a crook.

So, did Tom tell you that our ladies
all look like famous movie stars?

Greta, Mr. Wyatt Earp.

- It's a pleasure, Mr. Earp.
- My pleasure, Miss. Garbo.

Amazing resemblance.

Yes, and besides Greta, we
have Janet Gaynor, Pola Negri

and the Gish sisters.

But I'm forgetting
you're here on business.

Mrs. Alperin wanted me to talk
to Candace Girard.

I see. About the girl
that Michael beat up?

Yes.

Well, you'll find Candace
in the guest cottage.

That's where she lives
and sometimes entertains.

Use the back door,
Tom knows the way.

Will... ah...
you be here when I get back?

That depends on when you get back.

How you doing, pal?

Hiya, big boy. Oh!

Um... honeysuckle.

Ya know, you aren't exactly
what I expected you to be.

What exactly did you expect?

Well, I don't know, exactly,
a little less civilized, maybe.

And you're not exactly what
I expected you to be, either.

Well, what exactly did you expect I'd be?

Oh... taller, maybe.

Candy! It's Tom Mix, honey.

Candy!

Candy!

- Cadillac Eight.
- Recognize it?

No.

Wyatt, I get a lousy feeling about this.

Yeah, I got the same
lousy feeling.

Candy!

Candy?

Oh, shit.

- Michael Alperin.
- Yeah, we met. Get the car.

Candy! Open up, it's important.

There's going to be a raid.

- Get her in the car!
- Killed her, killed her.

- What's going on? What is happening?
- Cheryl, don't go in there! Cheryl!

- No! Don't
- Cheryl, Cheryl, Cheryl, come on! Cheryl!

Tom! Put on your hat and close this door!

- Cheryl! Shut up!
- No! No! No!

Cheryl! Listen to me!

Listen to me! Listen!

Get down! Get down!

Pull yourself together. Now, go in
there and keep your mouth shut, all right?

Come on, Tom!

- I didn't know you could drive.
- I can't.

Hey, look out!

Close that door, Hon.

- We gotta get him undressed.
- Somebody might...

- Honey, Candy Girard's been murdered.
- Oh, my goodness!

So, they're gonna be looking for Michael.

So we gotta keep him here until we can
figure out what the hell to do with him.

- Did he kill her?
- Well, I don't think so.

- I killed her.
- He disagrees.

- He's delirious.
- Drugged.

- Does that mean drunk?
- Yeah, that too, and he's gonna be sick again.

Towels!

- Tom, are you sure about her?
- Real sure.

- That's sure enough for me.
- Honey, come on.

Wait, wait.

We gotta go,
you sure you can handle this?

Oh, god, sure, I'll just
pretend he's my ex-husband.

It's gonna be a couple of days
before he's on his feet again.

Well, I'll manage,
I guess I'll just call in sick.

I'll call you as soon as
I get home.

Tom... come on.

What... what...
what happens if he just tries to leave?

Where is he going without his pants?

I killed her.

God, I hope you're lying.

Wyatt.

I'm okay.

I'm all right.

Will you sleep with me?

Cheryl, I'm old enough to be your father.

Wyatt, you're old enough to be my
grandfather, now answer the question.

Yes.

I just need to be held.

At one time or another,
we all do.

- How come you told Cheryl where I was stayin'?
- Because she asked me.

Because I figured if she asked you,
you'd have told her.

- Was I wrong?
- Nope.

She's a grand girl.

She's a grand 26-year-old girl,
I could've done myself permanent injury.

- How many men you kill?
- How many cars you got?

- About 16.
- You got more cars.

Mr. Mix!
Mr. Mix!

Mr. Mix...

Captain Dibner wants you and Mr. Earp
to report to his office immediately.

Mr. Mix and Mr. Earp.

Wyatt Earp, Captain Blackworth, P.D.
Tom, you know the Captain.

Have a seat.

You boys were at
the Candy Store last night.

- Was we?
- Yes, we was.

Candace Girard was murdered
shortly before you left in a hurry.

- Did you know that, Wyatt?
- Yeah.

- Dib, you got a drink?
- Yes, sir, yes, sir.

I'm a tequila man.
Waterfill and Frazier.

You saw a girl, Cheryl.

I gotta hand it to you boys,
you sure are up on things.

We need to talk to her, she was...

close with Candy.

Real close.

Maybe you boys feel more
like talking at headquarters.

So far, you've been telling us things.
You ask questions, you'll get answers.

What do you know about
Candy's murder?

- Very little.
- Practically nothing.

No idea who killed her?

It could be the man in
the black Cadillac.

What black Cadillac?

The one that drove out of the
alley in back of the guest house.

- License number.
- I forget.

Yeah, I forget too.

Well, if I was you,
I'd damn well try to remember.

If you were me, you'd have trouble

remembering anything when
you get pushed too hard.

Let me give you an example.
Why did your cops raid the Candy Store?

'Cause it was engaged in the
practice of prostitution.

That's illegal here,
in case you didn't know.

Come on, Captain,
Candy's been around a long time, it's a gold mine.

To keep her open, you and I both know she
had to be paying someone a lotta juice.

I don't know, that's not
my department, that's vice.

Ah, well, there you go, that's the way
it is in the big city police department.

Everybody's in another department,
all nice and legal, yes, sir.

Tell me, Captain Blackworth, with all
those different departments

have you got a department that
looks into crooked cops on the take?

See?

Sometimes you get
pushed too hard,

you got a tendency to forget.

Afternoon, Dib.

You're not gonna let him
get away with that?

No.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna love it.

Get out of town, Earp.

- Smile when you say that, partner.
- Oh, yeah?

Cut! That was great.

How'd you like it?

Well I thought it was
real thrilling, but, uh...

I've never been in a
fight like that in my whole life.

- Yeah, I betcha Buffalo Bill didn't kill all them Injuns, either.
- Well you'd win your bet.

Bill Cody was a good man, but
he wasn't half as good as his publicity.

Sounds like a movie star cowboy I know.

You know, I get the impression you're not entirely
comfortable being a famous cowboy movie star.

Well, what would you say if I told you when
Teddy Roosevelt and his rough riders were

charging up San Juan Hill, I
was back in Muskogee busting broncs?

Well, I'd say that you and I
were a whole lot alike.

Part fact and just enough
fiction to sell newspapers.

Well, I guess nobody's entirely
comfortable being anything.

I think the trick is to know the
fact, and don't believe the fiction.

Tell me about this
Captain Blackworth.

Known far and wide as "Dirty
Bernie", not a nice piece of work.

I get the feeling he'd like
to kill one of us.

- Which one?
- Well, maybe both.

Well, if it's me, I'm
counting on you to avenge me.

- Waterfill and Frazier?
- Oh, no, too early.

Says you, this morning
I need some help.

Did you...
know a girl named Rhonda Lopez?

- The girl Michael beat up?
- Alleged to have beat up.

Well, I met her once or twice,
I can't really say that I got know her.

- Tom!
- Where's Michael?

He's gone, I tried to reason with
him but he just walked out.

- In his underwear?
- No, in your pajamas and one of my coats.

- What's that?
- Tequila.

You know I don't drink tequila. He
took $5 out of my purse and called a cab.

I tried to reach you but
you'd already left for the studio.

- What cab company?
- Checkered, I think.

- Ya don't know where it took him?
- No, but can't you find out?

Well, maybe, but we've gotta
be careful how we do it.

We don't want the cab
company calling the police.

Arthur, what the hell did you run into?

Mr. Alperin would like
Mr. Earp to have lunch with him.

I'm sorry we couldn't meet
sooner, Mr. Earp, but...

I've been out having business
meetings all week.

Twelve, sometimes 15 hours a day.

Couldn't even take time out
for lunch till now.

- You must enjoy your work.
- Yeah.

Most of the time
it's a real challenge.

Keeps me on my toes,
keeps me young.

Have you ever seen any
of my pictures, Mr. Earp?

Oh, a few.

My biggest problem
is staying in shape.

Not like it was when
I was an acrobat.

These days I have to
steal the time just to work out.

I've found that...
a strong, agile, average man

can nearly always beat a
strong, clumsy, big man.

Now, you take, for example, Arthur.

You remember Arthur,
my chauffeur

who was unsuccessful in
preventing you from seeing my wife.

Now, please, don't
misunderstand me, Mr. Earp.

I'm not opposed to you seeing
my wife, if she wants to see you.

I'm opposed to people not doing their
jobs, and it was Arthur's job to stop you.

Even if he knew I was expected?

But he didn't, that's the point.

So the strong, agile,
average man

showed the strong, big,
clumsy man.

The error of his ways... exactly.

- Arthur must love his job.
- Arthur has no choice,

he's on parole to me.

Mr. Earp...

there is nothing more important to me
than the welfare and safety of my family.

Which brings us to the reason
that you saw my wife.

I understand that she asked
you to help Michael.

Did she tell you that?

I've been told that the police suspect that
Michael may have murdered Candice Girard.

If you really want to help, Mr. Earp,
I suggest you get him to turn himself in.

- I'll try.
- Good.

- Where is he?
- Why would I know?

Well, you were at the Candy Store.

I presumed you must've seen him...
helped him.

What? To hide, to get away?

Now, if he did kill Candice Girard,
that would make me an accessory.

However, I did see another
member of your family.

Your sister Victoria
on the arm of Dutch Kieffer.

What is it that you want, Mr. Earp?

To do whatever I can
to help Christina.

- Why?
- Because she asked.

That's okay, we've gotta
go anyway.

Hey Marvin, how are you?

- Call me.
- And me, too.

I got a favor to ask you.

I want you to tell Dirty
Bernie to lay off Wyatt.

He wouldn't listen to me.

You don't want to get Earp mad enough to blow
down Alfie's whole house of cards, would you?

Expose him for what he is?

- And just how would he do that?
- Wanna find out?

Turn down my favor.

Pick your lard ass up out of that chair
and walk outta here and you'll find out.

Go ahead, Marvin,
take that chance.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Not good enough.

Either do it or don't.
Get it?

Have a nice day, Dib.

How was your lunch?

The man's crazy.

Underneath all that... happy, hobo
lovability and charm is a brutal sadist.

- How come nobody ever spot it?
- Oh, it's been spotted.

Nobody's been able to prove it,
although...

it's a topic of conversation
in the industry for a long time.

Okay, I've got some bad news.

We just got a report that Michael
has been arrested and booked

for the murder of
Candice Girard.

Only a matter of time before they
locate the cab driver who picked him up in

front of you place. The minute
they tie you into this, you're in danger.

We gotta get you out of town
honey.

- I wanna go to the ranch.
- And don't go home.

Let me borrow your car.

What's the next move?

- Oh!
- What?

He don't know how to drive.

This time I gotta stop ya.

Tell your boss to go to hell,
Arthur, I'll talk to the parole board.

- They'll listen to him.
- He's worse than Folsom.

- Nothing's worse.
- I gotta see Mrs. Alperin.

- And I gotta stop ya.
- Mr. Earp, please come in.

It's all right, Arthur,
I'll explain to Mr. Alperin.

Tell your boss I pulled a gun on ya.

Tom called me,
he said you were on your way.

- Tell me about Michael.
- Are you all right?

- Did he do it, Wyatt?
- I don't think so.

- Will you help him?
- I'll try.

- But there's something else.
- No.

Now, it's not just Michael.
You don't look well.

- What is it Christina?
- Please!

Well, Mr. Earp, if I'd known
you were coming to see Christina

I'd have given you a ride myself.

I asked Mr. Earp to come by.

Saved you the trouble of pulling
that gun on poor old Arthur.

Darling, shouldn't you be in bed?

I'm... much better.

Christina took a
nasty fall yesterday.

Luckily no bones broken, huh?

The doctor strongly recommended
she stay in bed for the next few days.

I... I know how worried you are
about Michael.

Please, for my sake, you've simply
got to take more care of yourself.

Now, go on, go on,
back to bed.

I'm sure Mr. Earp
will understand.

Thank you, Mr. Earp.

I'll be up shortly.

You know, Mr. Earp...

At first, I considered you
to be a good investment,

but lately you've become
more trouble than you're worth.

If anything happens to Christina,

you're gonna have to come up
with a new definition of trouble.

- What are you gonna...
- I'll try and come up this weekend.

Well, what am I gonna do for clothes?

Nancy, we'll get you whatever
clothes you need, honey, will ya...

Asuncion Maria Romero will get you
what you need, now listen to me.

- Who's Asuncion?
- The housekeeper.

Now listen, under no conditions are you
to leave the ranch, do you understand?

- I do. - Honey, this is serious. - Okay.

- Get in.
- Ohhh.

- Did you fill it with gas?
- Yes, sir.

All right, don't stop for anything and keep

checking to make sure
nobody's following you.

They only built 141 of
these little babies

and it can outrun
anything on four wheels.

You know how hard it is being in
competition with a horse and 16 automobiles?

Oh, Nancy, I'd rather be with
you than almost any car.

What about your horse?

- Don't answer that.
- Get her going, George.

- What are you gonna do without me?
- Whatever I can to help Wyatt.

Bye.

Candy's my mother.

She thought I looked cute and
provocative in men's clothing.

She knew people would
assume we were lovers.

And...

and I wouldn't have to
entertain.

I expect that's why Dirty
Bernie's looking for me.

It's Candy's customers.

Various notations on their
lifestyles and preferences.

Who is "Hellman, Robert"?

The Mayor.

Enough in here to get a lot of important
people in a lot of important trouble.

You knew about most of
these things?

Yes.

According to this,
Michael's a lot like his father.

No, not really.

Michael's basically passive
unless he drinks.

But, Alfie...
he enjoys hurting people.

There are some...
interesting things

about...
Dutch Kieffer and Victoria.

Yeah.

She likes women, and he
likes to watch.

You're a long way
from Tombstone, Marshal.

Where can I find Dutch Kieffer?

Well, you could try the
Kit Kat Club.

- There you go.
- Thank you very much, sir.

Hi, Tom.

May I take your hat?

Who the hell let you in?

Ladies.

- The door was open.
- There's a doorbell.

I rang it.

- Nobody answered.
- You could've knocked.

How well did you know
Candy Girard?

What the hell business
is it of yours?

You may not like this, Victoria,

but I'm making it my business.

My houseman was the Australian
light heavyweight boxing champion.

He's going to kick your ass
all the way to Pasadena.

- Well, in the meantime...
- There is no "in the meantime."

You were at the Candy Store
the night she was murdered.

So were you.

So were a lot of people.

So what?

You think your nephew
killed her?

How the hell do I know? Maybe.

In case you hadn't noticed,
Michael's a serious lush.

When he's drunk, he's been
known to beat up women.

Maybe that's what
happened with Candy.

Maybe he just lost
control and he killed her.

Maybe.

As anybody could see,
you're all broken up about it.

Son of a bitch!

Somebody with a real bad
temper killed Candy.

Hurt him, really hurt him.

I recognize you.

You're Tom Mix, the movie star.

I hear you've sparred
with Jack Dempsey.

C'mon, mate, c'mon.

Let's see what you've learned, c'mom.

- Marquis of Queensberry.
- Yeah, okay, Marquis of Queensberry.

Ow!

- Come on!
- Smash his face in!

Damn you!

Son of a bitch!

- Marquis of Queensberry.
- Yeah.

Compliments of Mr. Jack Dempsey.

Ladies.

You wait till I tell my brother!
You'll never work in this town again!

- Well, the old guy is still out cold.
- You sure?

Well, I kicked him,
he didn't seem to mind.

Well, he knows it was your Cadillac.

He knows... that you were at the Candy
Store the night Candy was killed.

You better figure out what you're gonna do
with him before the club opens.

I know what,
I just haven't decided how.

I'll be home, when you're
finished, call the station.

I'll get the car and bring it
around. Give us a hand.

Hey, there's no "us",
I'm outta this.

You just give advice, huh?

In this case, right.

In this case, wrong. You're
in this up to your badge.

You stop playing it cozy you're gonna
end up on a hook in somebody's meat locker.

- You can't intimidate me, Dutch.
- The fuck I can't.

- You have a cat?
- Not that big.

Trespassing, and assault.

- That can get you a lotta hard time.
- Not if I shoot the witnesses.

I doubt you'll do that.

You had me pistol whipped and tied up
like a calf ready to be branded.

Yeah, I did that.

You broke in, I don't know
who you are.

I know who you are, Dutch.

If I was some unknown trespasser

you'd've called the police
instead of tying me up and

leaving me down there while trying
to figure out what to do with me.

That's Captain Blackworth
of the Police Department.

- I know who he is.
- Then do what you gotta do.

Or gun or no gun, I'm gonna call
your bluff and take a walk.

When Captain Blackworth recovers

I want you to persuade him
to lay off Cheryl.

- I don't have that kind of influence with the Captain.
- Oh, I think you do.

Anyway, you try.

Because if Cheryl has any trouble
with Blackworth, or you, or anybody,

the DA is gonna get
a certain, little black book.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're wasting time again.
- I don't know anything about any little, black book.

Drop it!

I'll kill you.

Now, about that, I have
influence.

That's right, Bernie, if he doesn't
drop it by the time I count three

you kill him.

One.

Two.

Now, what I got here is a
12-gauge, full-choke shotgun.

You just go ahead and count three,
Dutch, let's see who gets killed first.

Your call.

Okay, I've made my point.

You can take it or leave it.

Sorry we're on opposite sides.

Well, that is usually the case.

If you touch me again,
I'll kill you.

Likewise, Mr. Earp.

In an actor's world,
things aren't what they seem.

A pauper is a prince,

or a shotgun...

is a mop.

- Wyatt, you're gonna have to give this up.
- Why?

You're gonna get
yourself killed.

People been saying that
to me for 50 years.

Do you think we can we go some
place quiet where we can talk?

Sure.

Hey, Mix!

- Thomas!
- Hola, Maria Chiquita.

- We dance bolero today, okay, baby?
- Sure, baby.

¿Qué hubo, Pancho?

Tom Mix.

I don't give a damn who he is!

He broke in, he wrecked the
place and he insulted me!

I want his damn legs broken!

He practically accused me
of killing Candy!

Shut up.

Did you hear what I said?

All right, I heard you.

Jesus.

- Hello.
- I'm at El Coyote.

Mix just came in with
Earp and the girl.

There're a couple stunt riders here that
don't care much for Mix, think he's a phony.

If the price is right they
might enjoy proving it.

I'll be home in about an hour,
let me know what happens.

Right.

Well, are you going to take care
of Mix or do I have to tell Dutch?

What I do is my business.

- You're not gonna tell Dutch anything.
- The hell I'm not.

- Except what I want you to tell him.
- Oh please, Alfie, no.

Otherwise, you're gonna have
two gimpy legs, little sister.

You're gonna go home,
you're gonna call the cops,

tell them that Tom Mix
beat you up, then raped you.

They'll never believe me.

Oh... they'll believe you.

I want you to cry a lot

and show them the bruises.

Alfie!

And they'll believe you.

♫ Era yo una chiquilla todavía ♫
>> I was still a young girl <<

♫ Cuando tú casualmente me encontraste ♫
>> When by chance you found me <<

♫ Y a merced a tus artes de mundano ♫
>> And thanks to your worldly magic <<

♫ De mi honra el perfuma me llevaste ♫
>> The perfume of my honor you took <<

♫ Luego hiciste conmigo lo que todos ♫
>> Later you treated me like all men <<

♫ Los que son como tú con las mujeres ♫
>> Those who treat women like you do <<

♫ Por lo tanto no extrañes que yo ahora ♫
>> So don't be surprised that I now <<

♫ En tu cara te diga lo que eres ♫
>> Tell you to your face what you are <<

♫ Mal hombre ♫
>> A bad man <<

♫ Tan ruin es tu alma que no tiene nombre ♫
>> So vile is your soul that there's no name for it <<

♫ Eres un canalla, eres un malvado ♫
>> You're scum, you're evil <<

♫ Eres un mal hombre ♫
>> You're a bad man <<

Ole!

♫ A mi triste destino abandonada ♫
>> Abandoned with my sad destiny <<

♫ Entable fiera lucha con La Vida ♫
>> I started a ferocious struggle with Lady Life <<

♫ Ella recia y cruel me torturaba ♫
>> She, strong and cruel, would torture me <<

♫ Y más débil al fin cai vencida ♫
>> I, being weaker, was finally beaten down <<

♫ Tú supiste a tiempo mi derrota ♫
>> You learned about my defeat in time <<

♫ Mi espantoso calvario conociste ♫
>> You knew about my dreadful ordeal <<

♫ Te dijeron algunos "Ve a salvarle" ♫
>> Some told you, "Go and save her"

♫ Y probando quien eres te reíste ♫
>> And proving what you were, you laughed <<

♫ Mal hombre ♫
>> Bad man! <<

♫ Tan ruin es tu alma que no tiene nombre ♫
>> So vile is your soul that there's no name for it <<

♫ Eres un canalla, eres un malvado ♫
>> You're scum, you're evil <<

♫ Eres un mal hombre ♫
>> You're a bad man <<

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

You were wonderful, where
did you learn to dance like that?

Well, when I was much younger, I fell in love
with an exceptional lady from Buenos Aires

who believed that a man was not a
complete lover unless he knew how to tango.

- She didn't give you much choice.
- I took lessons for a year.

And what was this
exceptional lady's vocation?

She was a tango instructor.

- Is that the truth?-
- A hundred percent.

Give or take a lie or two.

- To honest men.
- And brave women.

And friendships, tried and true.

Hello, boys.

We seen your circus
wagon parked outside

thinking we'd come in and
tell you right to your face.

- Tell me what?
- You're a half-breed candy ass.

Not exactly a hot bulletin.

That's why we hire fearless,
high-spirited stuntmen like yourselves.

Why don't you boys mosey on over to the
bar and buy yourselves a drink on me.

- We don't want a drink on you.
- We'll buy the little lady a round.

How about it, little lady?

You want to go have a
drink with some real men

instead of a half-breed
candy ass and his... his granddaddy?

Before you make too
big fool of yourselves

I suggest you take a
look under the table.

Do what?

I'd do what he says, this here's
Wyatt Earp, famous lawman

who's been known to carry a
pearl-handled colt pistol which I just bet

he snuck out of his holster while
you boys are trying to pick a fight.

I know who he is and he didn't
come in packing no hog leg.

- I thought you said you were outside looking at my car.
- We wasn't.

Wyatt Earp or no Wyatt Earp I bet
you don't have a gun under the table.

It's your funeral.

I'm going to kill you!

Touch her and I pig-stick you!

Now, take my advice and run,
while you still have your cojones.

Hey, Mix, baby!

Hello, Tom.

Let's take a walk, Dib.

Darlin'...

Me and Marvin have some
important business to discuss.

- Hey! What the hell!
- Walk or I'm gonna bust your fuckin' arm.

- Jesus! What did I do?
- Can the bullshit, Dib!

You set me up with those
two stuntmen.

- Tom! I promise... Tom, I...
- You listen to me, you lying sack of shit.

I asked you once before to do
me a favor, now I'm telling ya.

You get Alfie to lay off Wyatt or so help
me God the next time this happens

I'm gonna rope your fat ass and
drag it the length of Sunset Boulevard.

There ain't gonna be enough hide left on
you to patch a pinhole, you got it?

- Yeah.
- Just counseling the Chief on the error of his ways.

I don't know what he told
you, Dibner,

but since I'm a little more civilized than
he is, I want to get my two cents worth in...

from here on, you give me any
trouble, I'll kill you, understand?

- Yes.
- Say it, convince me.

- Anymore trouble, you'll kill me.
- I believe you.

So from now on, whether
you live or die is up to you.

Excuse me,
can I go to the bathroom?

Hold it a second, Wyatt, we gotta
get something straight right now.

What?

I threatened to rope him behind
my horse and drag him and you

waltz in here free as you please
and threatened to kill him.

- I don't like being out-threatened.
- Sorry, won't happen again.

Bad as being upstaged, ya gotta
remember, Wyatt, I'm a movie star.

What are you doing here?

Christ! You were supposed never to come
to this house, we had an agreement.

Had an agreement.

What in the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Any agreement we had didn't
include you beatin' up Victoria.

What? What do you...?

- Did Victoria tell you that?
- She did.

She fingered Mix, but I
know what really happened.

And how do you know?

A year ago you and me made a deal.

I don't deals with anyone
I don't know everything about.

Everything.

I know who and what you are.

I knew a guy like you when
I was startin' this racket.

Cocky little guy, wore spats
and a derby all the time.

He used to brag about how
smart he was.

Till someone shot him
in the mouth.

If Mix is arrested for assault and
rape, what happens to his movie?

I'll close down for a few
days, we'll recast.

Tom Mix'll be washed
up in Hollywood.

Provided he's found guilty.

Doesn't matter, the
press will find him guilty.

Yeah...
Blackworth's arresting Mix is okay,

but not until I get
Candy's little black book.

- How you gonna to do that?
- Nancy Shoemaker.

Mix is hiding her
up at his ranch.

Hello, George.

A woman called about 10 minutes ago, but
wouldn't leave her name, she sounded disturbed.

You didn't recognize the voice?

It was English, it could have
been Miss Alperin.

She asked for you, when I told her you were
out, she asked if you could be reached.

I'll get it.

Hello.

- Tom.
- Yes.

This is Christina.

Dutch Kieffer knows you've got
Nancy up at the ranch.

Strap on your shooting iron,
pardner, we gotta go save Nancy.

This here is Frank Coe, my flyin' buddy!

- Wyatt, Cheryl!
- Hi!

What about the funeral?
What if you're not there?

Frank, if we're not back in time, take
Cheryl to the funeral and stay with her!

Come on, Wyatt, we gotta go!

- You ever done any flyin"?
- Nope!

Me neither!

- Ya know, it's still dark!
- It'll be dawn in 10 minutes!

Fasten your seat belt!

How much further?

About 50 miles.

Aw!

Oh, shit!

What the hell do you think
you're doing, mister?

Mostly trying to stay alive.

Hey... hey, I know you.

- Ain't you...
- Yeah.

- That's Tom Mix.
- Tom Mix!

Yep! Wyatt, I want you to meet...
What are your boys' names?

- This here's Henry.
- And this... this here's Fred.

Henry, Fred,
I want you to meet Wyatt Earp.

- Wyatt?
- Earp?

Morning, boys.

- Where the hell are we?
- Well, right now you're on the Circle C.

You're only about 15 miles
southeast of your spread.

Well, we sure would appreciate
the loan of a couple fast horses.

Damned old fool, I'm gettin'
where I can't even stay on a horse.

Hyah! Go on!

Hey, what do you want?

What do you want?

Let go of me, you big bastard!

- You gonna be all right?
- I'd feel a hell of a lot better if they was a camera.

Let's get her done.

Get in the car!

Get in there and shut up!

Spread out!

Get off me!

My God!
Wyatt.

Well, you done good, pardner.

Of course, a couple more
inches...

In sure and certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord, Jesus Christ,

we commend thee, Almighty
God, our sister, Candace Girard,

and we commit her
body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Bless you, my child.

Cheryl King?

Yes.

I would have given you this much
sooner, but I couldn't find you.

My card.

If you need help, please call.

I'm sorry.

- A man gave me this envelope.
- Open it.

- You know a Leo Vogel, attorney?
- No.

It's a safety deposit box key.

Glad you boys finally showed up.

What are you doing here,
Blackworth?

I'm about to arrest America's
favorite movie-star cowboy

for felonious assault and rape,

unless you try to stop me.

And I hope you do.

Rape?

You've got to be kidding. Who
am I supposed to have raped?

You'll find out all about
that at the station.

Let's go.

I'm primed.
You wanna take him?

I'd like to, but he's not worth it.

You bit off more than you can
chew, asshole.

- Don't bet on it.
- Call my lawyer, Saul Rosenstein.

I'll be all right, honey,
you go with them.

Normally I'd run you and
your lesbo girlfriend out of town,

but you made some
dangerous enemies here.

I'm looking forward to what's gonna
happen when they catch up with you.

How's your nose?

You better get out of here,
Blackworth, before I forget I'm a lawman.

You know, I don't think you killed
half those men you say you did.

And the ones you did kill, I
bet you shot 'em in the back.

Let's find out, you son of a bitch.

Draw.

My men'll cut you to ribbons.

Not before I shoot
out your eyes.

Another time.

- Could you have killed him?
- No.

- Why?
- I'm not packing a gun.

- Hey, ain't you Tim Mix?
- I sure am, pardner.

Tom, you need a new sidekick?

Can I get you anything, Mr. Mix?

Naw, I don't expect to be here very long.

Don't count on it.

- Hello, Michael. How are you, boy?
- Not very well.

- Mind if I ask you a question?
- Yes, I was framed.

Who'd do that?

Whoever got the bartender to slip me a
mickey then made sure I went over to Candy's.

- And you found her dead.
- No.

No, she said, "Never trust an
Alperin," then she died.

I suppose she was trying to
name the killer, huh?

But unfortunately she just didn't
have enough time to be specific.

Well, you can take your pick,
though, I mean, there're four Alperins.

Well... three, if my mother
decides to narrow the field.

- What do you mean?
- You didn't hear?

She's in the hospital,
she's not expected to live.

How much do you think there is?

Maybe this'll help.

"Hi, baby."

"The man who gave you this
key is an old friend"

"and a good lawyer."

"If you need any help or advice
after you read this, give him a call."

"They say that confession
is good for the soul,"

"so here it goes."

"On August 11th, 1916"

"I was a guest aboard
Alfie Alperin's yacht,"

"which was returning from
Catalina,"

"I witnessed Alfie Alperin
fighting with his first wife."

"Then he hit her,
and pushed her overboard."

"When he saw me,"

"I was sure he was
going to kill me."

"Instead,"

"he led me to his cabin,
where he beat me"

"and raped me."

"Afterwards, he said that if I
kept my mouth shut"

"he would set me up in business."

"Now, baby,
I want you to give this..."

"Give this letter
to the district attorney."

"It will protect you."

It's an exciting evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

We expect a gala turnout
tonight of the major stars.

Arriving now is Mr. Alfie Alperin.

No statement right now, okay?

The press conference is all set.

Any other news?

What's wrong?

Mix and Wyatt are
at the hospital.

Can they hurt you?

I better get dressed.

So silly, losing my balance
and falling over like that.

Is that you, Tom?

Yes, Christina.

I saw Michael,
he sends his love.

- He didn't kill that girl, did he, Wyatt?
- No.

No, I'm sure Alfie killed her,
just like I'm sure he did this to you.

Why do you protect him?

Because...

he's not Michael's father.

He promised me that if I married
him, he'd raise Michael as his own son.

I guess for a while
he even tried.

But the thought of
another man...

Then, when the doctor
told him that we...

that he... couldn't have children,

he grew to hate Michael.

I did everything I could
to protect him.

What about Michael's
real father?

He never knew.

I don't seem to have had much
luck with my men, have I, Wyatt?

I'm so tired.

Try to rest.

He'll never bother you again,
my dear.

Welcome to the first annual
Academy Awards.

Before... before we start handing
out our little statuettes,

I wanna introduce
an entrepreneur,

a brilliant clown who retired
his tuxedo coat and baggy pants

and is now one of Hollywood's
most successful producers.

Known by millions of his adoring
fans as "The Happy Hobo"

Mr. Alfie Alperin.

...landmark in Hollywood history,
ladies and gentlemen.

Arriving now, we can see
Tom Mix.

But who's that he's got in the
car with him? It's Wyatt Earp!

Thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for remembering.

Congratulations
to all of us here today

for being here to celebrate this
most important event for our industry.

As some of you know,

my dearest wife, Christina,
is seriously ill in the hospital.

So unfortunately, I'm gonna have to
leave before you honor the winners.

But let me just say this in parting:
Have fun, enjoy yourselves,

and all those of you who are
working my studio, at Alperin,

especially the ladies, don't
stay up too late, all right?

Enjoy yourselves,
God bless, have fun.

Alperin?

I'm taking you in.

And what makes you think you can
you do that? You're not the law here.

No, just a citizen making sure
a murderer doesn't escape.

I'll shoot if I have to.

You're... you're insane.

This is Candace Girard's confession that
she witnessed you murder your first wife.

You're making a scene, Mr. Earp,
walk with me to the stairs.

If I don't?

I killed Candy,
I've got nothing to lose.

- Victoria.
- Go on, Alfie.

Get out of here, Alfie.

Walk to the stairs.

You couldn't have beaten
Candace up like that.

What happened, you and Dutch
find her after Alfie got through with her?

Finish her off with an ice pick?

And I loved every minute of it.

Hold it right there, Earp,
get your hands up.

Get away from him, Miss
Alperin. Dib, get his gun.

We got a report from the Paso Robles Police
Station, four men were killed at Mix's ranch.

- Yep.
- You admit you know about it?

Sure, I killed 'em, well, two
of 'em anyway, Tom got the other two.

- I arrest you for murder.
- Let's go.

Get back!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Interesting development, huh?

- Get out of the way, Bernie.
- He can't do that.

- Shut up!
- What's goin' on?

- Vickie.
- No!

- He can hurt Alfie and I'm not going to let him.
- Yeah, but not like this.

- not like this, let us take care of him.
- She killed Candy.

Alfie has paid you a fortune,
now just go down the stairs!

- There's too many witnesses.
- Shut up!

Miss Alperin...

- Victoria!
- No, Dutch, it's gone too far, go away.

- Oh, Christ.
- You son of a bitch!

No! Dutch! No!

- Dutch, give me the gun.
- Tom, go get Alfie.

It hurts.

Why did you kill Candy?

She was gonna tell...
about what happened on the boat.

I had to protect Alfie.

You don't understand, do you?

Sometimes...

bad people like me and Alfie...

only have each other.

Daddy, Daddy...

Go on! Don't slow down for anything,
just get me to the boat as fast as you can.

- Did you hear about Mrs. Alperin?
- No.

It was on the radio, she died.

Just step on it!

I think we're being followed.

Come on, can't you shake him?

Just get me to the boat
quickly, it's all I ask.

You stop this goon behind us

or you're gonna see the inside
of Folsom for a long, long time.

Do you hear me, Arthur?

Do you hear me?

Where are you going? What are you
doing? Come on, you passed the boat.

Hey! You son of a bitch! No! No! No!

No!

Nooooooo!

No! Noooo!

- Help! Help!
- Shit!

- I can't swim!
- Hang on, Arthur!

I can't swim!
Help! Help! Help!

Help! I can't swim!

I can't swim!

Oh! I can't swim!

Relax!

- You okay Mr. Mix?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

- What about Mr. Alperin.
- Better call the police.

I'm sorry about that, Arthur,
you'd have drowned us both.

You shoulda let me drown,
they're gonna put me away for life!

- You think you can walk?
- Yeah.

Then why don't you start?

Keep walking till you find a place you feel
like settling down and starting a new life.

You mean it?

Hey, I'm the hero, Arthur,
I always mean what I say.

Thanks.

Por nada, amigo, get going.

You know something,
pardner?

You're developin' a real
knack for upstaging me.

Ya know, some folks would rest a
whole lot easier if you burned this.

Well, on the other hand, I could open up the Candy
Store again and have the mayor cut the ribbon.

That you could.

Got a match?

All aboard!

Come back.

You never know.

Now you take care
of that big guy, will you?

- I'll miss you.
- And I'll miss you.

Michael.

I'll tell you like I told your
mother a long time ago.

If you ever need any help,
you know where to find me.

Yes, sir.

All aboard!

So long, pardner.

Adios, amigo.