All language subtitles for Nickelodeon (1976) bog

Order in the court.
Quiet, please. No talking.

Divorce court, city of Chicago,
is still in session.

Michael Robert Gilhooley, plaintiff,

versus Edna Mae Gilhooley, defendant.

That's you, Harrigan.

That's us.
Uh-huh.

Just leave
everything to me. Yeah.

Order in the court.
Quiet down.

Michael Robert Gilhooley
brings suit for divorce

against and asks damages from Edna Mae
Gilhooley, his wife of five years.

Go ahead, Harrigan.

Thank you, Your Honor.

It should please the court to know,
that my learned colleague,

Mr. Morgan has informed
me that his client, Mrs. Gilhooley,

has finally responded to subpoena

and is at this very moment
waiting in the waiting room.

Well, why don't you call her, Harrigan?

Yes, I will.

So as not to waste the
court's time, Your Honor,

I would like at this juncture
to call Edna Mae Gilhooley,

who has inflicted such cruel
and inhuman punishment upon my client

and lay bare all the sordid facts.

Cruel and inhuman?

Any objections, Morgan?

None whatsoever, Your Honor.

Call Mrs. Gilhooley.

Mrs. Gilhooley.

Do you, Edna Mae Gilhooley,

solemnly swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth,
nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Get going, Harrigan.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mrs. Gilhooley.

Yes, sir?

Your Honor.

Mmm-hmm.

I have not
as yet discussed this with my client,

but I'm going to recommend to him

that he drop his charges
and throw himself on the mercy of the court.

That, Mr. Harrigan,
is a wise, if not very lucrative, decision.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Hey!

You forgot your hat.

The bailiff will now attempt to assist
Mr. Harrigan as he runs from the courtroom.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Case dismissed.

Hey, Leo, what are you doing?

Practicing law.

Hey, little rat!

Hey!

I'm gonna get you this time.

I'm sorry.

Dirty son of a...

We'll murder you in court, Cobb.

Come around here again
and I might lose my temper.

Did you say court?
As it happens, I'm a...

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Yeah, well at least
they didn't get the camera.

How? What I want
to know is how.

A spy!
A spy!

Seize that man.
Seize that man!

No, I'm not.
I was just looking...

Please, you're making a terrible mistake.

Lousy, maggoty Patents Company spies.

You bastards ain't going
to force H.H. Cobb out of pictures.

Saw what happened
to your hired thugs, didn't you?

I'm a lawyer.
I have a card.

Where are my writers?
Writers!

Tell him how tough I am!

You're making a terrible mistake.

What's the matter,
Mr. Cobb? Tell him.

Tell him what?
How tough he is.

Please, I can explain.

I hear a trolley.
Steve.

Steve!
H.H. Cobb's so tough he eats nails.

And spits battleships.
Quiet!

Why, you're not from the Patents Company.

No, sir.
You don't look dangerous enough.

I'm a lawyer, sir.

We're heading into the bush country, men.

Get my snake-bite puttees.
Puttees!

L. Taylor Harrigan, sir,
attorney at law.

Get it figured out, boys.
Come on, I'm falling asleep.

My card.
Here, Chief.

We just can't get past
the jail scene, Mr. Cobb.

Well, get past it.
Tell me how she loses her teeth.

Does she have to?

That's what
I have to know. Lose her teeth?

Of course, she has to lose her teeth.

If she doesn't lose her teeth,
the story has no bite.

Teeth, bite. That's pretty good.
Write that down, somebody.

Got it.
Wanna get in pictures, I suppose?

Me? No, sir. I'm a lawyer.
I couldn't help noticing

that little altercation
you had back there.

Well, the first thing that came into my
head is, "There's a man in need of counsel."

First thing, eh?
Yes, sir.

Now, what about those
pictures you were talking about?

Pictures?
Moving pictures.

Galloping tintypes, Muldoon.
Haven't you ever been to a nickelodeon?

Harrigan.
Nickelodeon.

Ah, yes.
And this Patents Company?

It's not one company, Horace.

It's all these big motion
picture companies,

ganged up together
against us little ones.

Ah, yes.

Claim that they've got a
patent on all the cameras.

The truth is, they don't
want us blanket companies making pictures.

The trolley's waiting,
Mr. Cobb. Blanket companies?

Independents, Clancy.
Pay attention.

Harrigan, sir.

What?
Harrigan, sir.

H-A-double R-I-G-A-N.
Like the man in the song.

What song?

By George M. Cohan, sir.
It's a big hit.

We don't need singers,
O'Halloran, this is war.

We don't need singers.

Come on, we're going after him.

Hold this a second, will you, kid?

Yeah. Say, where are
you people going?

How's this? The old lady
faints dead away when she sees her nephew?

He shouldn't be
her nephew. Mr. Cobb...

What should he be then?
Mr. Cobb, it sounds to me...

Why do you ask me?

...as if a trust
has been formed.

You're darn right, it's a trust.

Involving these patents.

He could be an Indian.
No Indians.

I'm prepared to take
the position that this

Patents Company is an
unlawful conspiracy in restraint of trade.

I've had three lawyers, son,
and they all told me the same thing.

But I like the way you announce it.

Hold everything!
I think the Wild Man's got something.

He's turning blue again.
I beg your pardon?

Come on, Waldo, spit it out.

He's on a...

Yes, yes.
Get this down, quick! I'm getting it, sir.

...ledge,
20 stories up, with...

Come on, Waldo, you're doing great.

...his pajamas on,

and...

Just a little more,
Waldo. Squeeze it out.

And a live crab

in his pants!

He's done it again.

God, why can't I get
writers to think like that?

I wouldn't know.

What's he doing on the ledge?

Don't nitpick!
And who is he?

Nitpick!
Yeah. Who is he?

Drama! What we've got is laughs
and drama, an irresistible combination.

Thank you, Waldo.
Take a rest.

I don't like the crab.

He doesn't like the crab.

Well...

That crab is pure genius.

All we gotta do is
figure out how it got there.

And who he is.
Yeah, who is he, H.H.?

That's for you to tell me.

Come on, for heaven's sake.
This is embarrassing.

He could be a ranger.

What did you say?

Oh, nothing.

Yes, you did.
You said ranger.

I'm sorry.
That's it!

Is it?
What is he to the girl?

He could be the girl's cousin.

She's his cousin?
He's her cousin.

Better yet.
Isn't that the same thing?

Don't interrupt.
The man is inspired.

Go on, McDougall.
Don't stop now. You're hot.

They're in love,
of course. Of course.

Madly.
Madly.

I like it!
Keep it coming, kid. What's he do about it?

What does he do about it?

He, um...

He kidnaps her.

And the old lady can't stand the thought!

He's a forest ranger. That's how he
gets the crab in his pants in a river.

Forget the crab a minute.
Then what happens?

- Then what happens?
- This is it, last stop.

That's us, Mullins. Now, write
it all down, figure out the finish,

and I'll pay you ten for it.

$10?

All right, $15.
Start writing, don't delay.

Now, make it juicy, print legibly!

Go on, get going. What are you
waiting for? You're working for Kinegraph.

Make it seven
or eight scenes. Two for the beginning,

three in the middle, two for the finish.

Three if it's a real lollapalooza.

Three if it's a real...
$15 cash?

On the barrelhead!

Last stop.
Everybody out!

Mr. Cobb, where...

Drop it by the office.

But...

Oh. Oh, dear.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, that's all right.

I beg your pardon.

Two for the beginning,
three for the middle... Excuse me.

Say, are you
all right? Three if it's a real...

What?

Lollapalooza.

Hello.
Hello.

You fell down.

I do all the time.
I'm blind as a rat.

Why didn't I help you?

You were talking to yourself.

All aboard.

Do you live here in Chicago?

Not anymore.
I'm going to New York City.

When?

Now.
Now? Wait!

What's your name?

Kathleen Cooke.
What's yours?

Leo Harrigan.
H-A-double R-I...

Like the man in the song.

Yeah.

Beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.
Sorry.

No, I beg your...
No, it's my...

...pardon.

...fault.

Are you with the Chautauqua?
I'm looking for the Chautauqua.

No, ma'am. I'm just off
the train from Sopchoppy.

China?
No, ma'am. Florida.

Everybody thinks
that though. Can I help you up?

Aren't you kind.

Who's that Indian fellow
you're looking for?

Indian fellow?
Chickawa?

Chautauqua.
Yeah.

It's a theatrical tour
and we're all leaving on the train tonight.

Oh, that's too bad.
Let me help you find him.

You're very considerate. I hope
I'm not taking you out of your way.

Not at all, ma'am.

I couldn't find my glasses, so I'm late.

It's my first real job
in the show business.

Uh-huh.

Do you ride in the circus?

Why would you say that?
Your suit.

Oh, no, ma'am.
I don't ride at all. I hate horses.

But you are in show business, aren't you?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I used to run all the
alligator fights down in Sopchoppy.

You fought alligators?

Holy sailor, no, not me.

I used to introduce the alligators to
the Indians, then get out of the way.

I come up north here
to make my fortune in the clothing business.

Cooke! Kathleen Cooke!
Come on, you're late!

There they are.
Well, thank you, Mr...

Tom Greenway, but everybody
down in Sopchoppy calls me Buck.

Okay, Buck, what do you want?
Goodbye, Mr. Greenway.

So long, Miss Cooke.
Hold on a second. Uh...

Look, I'm trying to locate
a fellow who lives here that

goes by the name of
Mr. Hoot de Longpre.

No, he doesn't.
Ain't this the Hotel Rialto?

No, it's the Rialto, and
Mr. de Longpre left last week for the rodeo.

But, see, this fellow
down in Yeehaw Junction gave me $20

to deliver this here saddle
to Mr. Hoot de Longpre at the Hotel Rialto.

Now, what the heck am I going to do now?

Oh, Mr. Greenway,
good luck. Break an arm.

She means break a leg.

Why I got to break anything?

Obviously not in show business.

Cowboy, you working?
What?

You working, cowboy?

You Mr. Hoot de Longpre?

No, I'm with the Clansman
Company over at the New Amsterdam Theatre.

Hey, can you ride a horse?

Why?

'Cause we got a show on
right now and our only horseman

got drunk last night
and broke his leg. Can you ride or not?

How much does it pay?
$10.

$10? In advance?

Okay. You better know
how to ride a horse.

Mister, that's my middle name.

What on earth are you going to do, sir?

Find the fiend who did this crime.

But there's no
trace of him there. We shall see.

I believe a glass of sufficient power

will reveal on the retina
of those dead eyes

the image of the killer
as though etched in fire!

You mean...

Yes! Impressions
remain on the brain

like words written on paper
with invisible ink!

The fire-etched record...

Mr. Dinsdale,
Louie found a rider. Don't shout. Be quiet.

What? Speak up.

Louie found a rider.
Where? Bring him in.

He's coming.
Can we make it?

There he is.
Barely.

Get ready for the ride.
Ready to ride.

Double time.
And double it.

Howdy, fellows.
What are you, in the circus?

Ever ride in a show before?

Put me on the animal and point
me the right way. 50 seconds, Mr. D.

50 seconds.
Hey, this must be my costume, huh?

If you fall off or get hurt,
Circus, don't expect no extra pay.

And if you get killed,
we don't supply the funeral.

Get him on!
That's mighty encouraging, sir.

Climb on, hurry up.

Yes, sir. Here I go.
Howdy, old stinker.

Cyclone.
Cyclone?

Hey, mister, other side!

Huh?
The other side?

Oh, left-handed horse, huh?

Where did you find this dude?

Hurry up, boys, get him on.

- Riding's
his middle name, sir. - What I got to do?

- Just stay on
that treadmill. - Wait a second.

The horse knows what to do.

Hold it a second.
What treadmill?

On the stage.

How do I see out of this contraption?

Cross. Cross.
Cross. Cross.

Cross?
Through the eye-hole, stupid.

Hold on a second.
Wave it around!

Hold on a second!
Horse!

How do you get off this thing?

Stop, horsey. Blizzard, stop.
Hurricane. Rain.

For you.

Howdy, ma'am.
A fellow gave me this here card last night.

And a person wrote on
the back of it that I...

I could come over to this here
bakery and earn some money,

if I was to ask for a...
A German bagel.

We're going in the back and have a bagel.

Deutsche Bagel.

In. In. In.

In.

You are here what?
Your name is why?

My name is Buck Greenway, sir.
And a fellow gave me this here card.

What you all doing here, anyway?

Bread-baking.

Look, I'll just be on my way.
No hard feelings.

Hold it!
Don't move!

You will ride
for us. $10.

$10?

Let me get this straight.

You all want me
to deliver your bread on a horse for $10?

No, no, horse in pictures.
Pitchers?

Yeah.
Pitchers of what? Milk?

Milk?
Milk pitchers.

No, no.
Movie pictures.

Bang! Bang!

You don't understand English?

You want me
to ride a horse? Yes.

Well, okay, that's my middle name.

No, I ain't feared of nothing.

And I can shoot real good, too.

Hey, you all are German, ain't you?

Why you wearing
that suit, stupid Mr. Horse?

Ah, well, these are
just my dress clothes.

I got my working
clothes over here. I'll show 'em to you.

Ah-ha!
Yeah.

These ain't my clothes.

Out of the way.
Hit it again.

Out of the way.
Now get in there.

Ah, Miss Cooke.

Let's go. Come on.
Find the damn cameras!

Smash these tanks.

Come on, tear the
place apart, here. Smash these tanks.

You Patents Company bastards!

Get out of the way!

Now, those are my clothes.

Hey, wait a minute!
That saddle don't belong to me.

Come on, tear the place
apart, here. Smash these tanks.

Check that closet
out there. I think I found it.

The man killed a box.

I'm gonna get out of here.

Huh? What was that?

Good job, sport.

That takes care of everything.
The place is wrecked. Let's go.

Mike, help this man with his things.

Come on boys, wake up.
Fellow, you're swell.

Let's go before things
get out of hand. You the law?

We're the Patents Company, fellow.

This your saddle?
This your suitcase?

Is that your hat?
Yeah. No. Yeah.

These are my clothes.

Come on, we might got a place
in our organization for a big guy like you.

You like to travel?
Can you shoot?

That's my middle name.

Stop, this is terrible.
My mother could do better.

I've got another one.
Bring her in then.

You're just used to it.

The hell I am.
What's it look like to you, Harrigan?

What?
I wasn't watching.

Ah, you see? It smells.

I tell you what you do, Herbert.

Take the first sequence,
put it where the second one is,

and take the third sequence,
put it where the first one was.

But that won't make any sense.

No, but it'll get a laugh.
And that makes sense. Dollars and cents.

Call it The Tell-Tale Knife,
kid, better title.

Lights! Go on.

Whatever you say.

Don't sulk, Herbert.
It's not manly. Everybody's temperamental.

Watch out what you say about my mother!

Now, give me drama with pathos.

Give me a story
with heart-throbs. Shatter the nerves.

I said pastrami, not spaghetti!

Albert, H.H.

H.H.
How are you, Boss?

Make it snappy.
I'm writing a scenario.

Feed Waldo and give me
a ginger beer. Hmm? Huh?

- How'd you hear?
- Telegram.

Telegram? Who sent it?

Oh, that's Chauncey Wheelock.

Wheelock.
Yeah, the director, Wheelock.

I knew I never should have
sent that Irish son of a bitch out there.

No offense, kid.
What do you want me to do about it, Boss?

Oh, let me chew on this.
I'll get back to you.

He's turning blue,
Mr. Cobb.

Not now, Waldo,
I can't do two things at once.

I'm choking.

Not now!

I sent those idiots out to California so
they could capture on moving picture film

scenes of historical
association and natural loveliness,

so they'd be free of these
goddamn Patents Company hooligans

that I have to put
up with every day. And what happens?

What happens?
What happens?

I'm telling you,
for Pete's sake. Keep your shirt on.

What happens is that for three weeks

we have received no film
from California, not one foot.

I have made a decision.

You hate the story.

You!
You hate me.

How would you like
to make 30 a week, plus expenses?

$30?

All right, 35.
Not a penny more!

Mr. Cobb,
I'm a little...

I should've known better than to trust a
man who calls himself Chauncey Wheelock.

Claims he's a playwright and a director.

Claims he's another Griffith.

Ha! He's another
Griffith, all right.

Max Griffith, the butcher down the block.

Who's Griffith?
What?

I was just wondering...

Who is Griffith?

You mean to say that
you don't know who David Wark Griffith is?

D.W. Griffith?
Well, I think I've heard the name.

You think you've heard?

Why, he's only the greatest
film director in the world. God damn him.

Man, D.W. Griffith is the
best thing that's happened to pictures

since the invention of the camera.

And this fellow Wheelock?
Is the worst!

I sent him out to California
to take advantage of the sunshine,

to run my West Coast company.

Now I get a telegram which says,

"I've lost stories.
Send more."

Lost stories? Where?
In the toilet?

Harrigan, stand up!
Yes, sir.

Harrigan, I want you
to take the train to California.

Me, sir?
Take five of your best stories.

Have you got five?
Five?

Well, I think maybe I...
Take 10!

Take them out there and if you
see anything fishy, if you smell a rat,

if it ain't kosher, I want you
to consider yourself fully empowered.

But get that camera turning.
Remember, it's war.

Give 'em hell, boy.

I'll do my best.
God be with you.

Last call for dinner.
Last call for dinner.

What's all that?

Uh, we're pulling into Kansas City,
Mr. Harrigan, and it's the last call to dinner.

Oh, thank you.
Don't mention it.

Last call for dinner.

Okay, let's see.

Okay, let's go, Reese. We'll
be here all day if we wait for her.

Okay, okay, okay.
Come on, Kathy, let's go.

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Oh, heavens!

My goodness!
Miss Cooke!

Mr. Mulligan.

Harrigan.

Oh, goodness, there they are.

Okay, I'm coming,
Mr. Duncan.

Goodbye, I have to go now.

Goodbye? No, wait.

I can't.
Where are you going? LEO: California.

We're going to California.

You are? When?

Oh, I don't know exactly.

It's so confusing. They said
whistle-stop tour and they weren't fooling.

Is there any place
I could write you, Kathleen?

Oh, you remembered my whole name.

Allow me.

And I called you Mulligan.

I can't get anything right.

You can call me anything you want.

Then, goodbye, Mulligan.

Come on, Miss Cooke, come on,
Miss Cooke. No fraternizing, fellow.

- But... What?
- All aboard, Mr. Harrigan.

Come on, the train's leaving.

Goodbye.

See you soon.

I hope so.

So do I.

Good luck.

You mean, break an arm.

What?

All out, Kansas City.
Kansas City, all out.

"The Virginian's pistol came
out, and his hand lay on the table.

"He issued his orders to the man Trampas.

"'When you call me
that, smile.'

"And he looked at Trampas
across the table."

Front of the car!
Front of the car!

Put your bonnet on, put your bonnet on.

Advertise, advertise! Will you get
to the front of the car, Miss Cooke?

Miss Cooke!

I got you.

Oh, Mr. Greenway.
Howdy.

I tripped.
I'm glad.

Front of the car, girls.
Front of the car. Come on, Miss Cooke.

I'm coming, Mr. Duncan.
No fraternizing, fellow.

Oh, porter, wait.
I have your suitcase, Mr. Greenway.

And I got yours, Miss Cooke.

I don't know how it happened. Probably
my fault. I'm blind as a rat, you know.

And all sorts of people
standing around when I first opened it.

It was very embarrassing.

Yeah, I can imagine.

I hope you're not going to shoot me.

No, no. It's just
a new job I got.

Shooting?

No. Sort of law
enforcement, I guess you could call it.

I was hoping I'd run into you.

So was I.

Oh, dear.
I have it.

Sorry.

That's all right.

Thanks to you, I finally
get a chance to change my clothes, now.

These are about to walk away on me.

Whoops.

Those aren't
your clothes? Nope.

Well, whose
clothes are they? Can't say.

Somebody doesn't have their clothes.

Yes, ma'am.
Me.

Mulligan.

My name's Greenway, ma'am.
Yes, I know.

Miss Cooke!

Mr. Duncan.

Would you like to have
some supper, ma'am?

Oh, gee, I'd love to.
Except we...

Miss Cooke, go to your room.

Yes, sir, Mr. Duncan.
Yes, sir.

Stay away from my girls, dude.

- You all right, miss?
- I'm fine.

You in the circus or what?

No, I ain't.

Sir, where are we?

I just announced it,
Mr. Harrigan.

Cucamonga.
Oh.

Right on time.
What?

But the porter was
supposed to wake me. Why didn't he wake me?

Well, sir, he's only human.

Oh!

You'd better hurry up.
The train's right on time.

These aren't my clothes.

Cucamonga. I'm not ready.

If I had my own suitcase.
I should...

Go away.

Stop it.

Did you see that dog?

What dog was that,
Mr. Harrigan?

Oh, look at that.
What?

Your jacket's ripped,
Mr. Harrigan.

Thank you very much.

Oh, don't mention it,
Mr. Harrigan. Goodbye now. All aboard.

Hello, little girl.
Pleased to meet you.

I'm L. Taylor Harrigan,
from Chicago,

looking for one Chauncey Wheelock.

Have you seen an ugly little
dog running around here anywhere?

Yes, as a matter of fact, it bit me.

Good. Where'd he go?
Off that way.

Your jacket's ripped.

Yes, I know.
But could you just...

...15, 16.

...three,
four, five,

six, seven, eight.

Hello.

Good morning.

Your jacket's ripped, mister.

Yes, I fell off the train.

Yes, sir, that's what
happened, all right.

Say, I was wondering,
would you by any chance

know the whereabouts
of a fellow named Chauncey Wheelock?

He's a moving picture director.

He's supposed to be
around here somewhere. I need to find him.

Why?

Did someone say something?

I said, why?

Oh.

Hello.
I'm L. Taylor Harrigan, from Chicago.

You're not, by any chance,
Mr. Wheelock, are you?

Don't let him get away.

Wait, stop!

Stop it!
Stop it!

He's laughing.

Well! I never!

That was assault.

You a snake-oil salesman, mister?

Those are not my clothes.
How's that?

I mean, those are my clothes.

You L. Taylor Harrigan?

Yes.

He's okay, boys.

Here's a card from old Corny Cobb.

Well, what an interrogation!

Sorry, Mr. Harrigan, but we're all a
little touchy about those Patents guys.

Oh, you thought that I...
I'm Frank Frank.

What?
Frank Frank.

You didn't look dangerous,
but we can't take chances.

Hmm. No, of course.

And this is the crew.
Jimmy, John, Dobie, Jack.

And Mr. Reginald Kingsley.

Charmed.
He's the actor.

And Sally there, he owns the place.

What about Wheelock?
That drip.

He went on a bender
and we ain't heard or seen him for weeks.

Four weeks. And we ain't
been paid in that long, neither.

Yeah, he took most
of the last payroll with him.

Son of a bitch.
Well, that's just awful.

Then you've been stranded here.

Yeah, and it ain't exactly Paris, France.

Right.

Yes, of course.
I better send a telegram.

Where can I send a telegram?

Anywhere you want.

No, I mean where from?
From where?

Over to the depot,
Mr. Harrigan.

Oh, thank you very much.
Call me Leo, won't you?

I'm Margaret Reeves.
Everybody calls me Marty.

Very pleased to meet you, Marty.

Good to meet you, Leo.

Same here, Frank Frank.

Well...

I believe this is yours.

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

Gentlemen,

telegram.

I would like to telegraph
Chicago. It's an emergency.

If it's an emergency, why don't you
try that there new public telephone?

See if it'll work.
Ain't nobody called as far as Chicago yet.

The telephone. Good idea.
Get fast results.

Hello, hello, hello.
Central.

I would like to call Chicago, Illinois.

That's Kinegraph.
K-I-N-E graph.

Yes, and can you bill
it to them there, please?

- Right.
- Can I have your name, please?

My name is Harrigan.
H-A-double R-I...

Like the man in the song.

Yes, just like the man in the song.

By George M. Cohan, yes.

I hear it, it's ringing.

Son of a bitch!

Kinegraph.
Mabel?

This is Leo Harrigan.
May I speak to Mr. Cobb, please?

She's got the money.

She's going to try
and get him. He's in three meetings.

- Sounds right.
- Is that you, Harrigan?

Mr. Cobb? It's him.
Where are you?

Mr. Cobb, I'm in Cucamonga.
Is Wheelock there?

No, Wheelock's not.
He went on a bender.

He disappeared.
Disappeared?

He's yelling now.
Drunken Irish son of a...

He took the last payroll with him.

Took the payroll!
He's yelling again.

I'm going to have him decapitated.

Well, I suggest that you
send some money to these people,

so that they can be paid and...

And then, I think that, uh...
That you should disband the company.

- No.
- Disband the company?

Out of work.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
You will send money immediately.

And you want me
to take my stories. Yes, they're ready.

And you want me to what?

Oh, no, Mr. Cobb,
I don't think that's... Don't argue with me!

No, really. Yes, I know,
but that's not... No.

He's fading out.
Don't fade. Hello, Mr. Cobb...

Hello, hello, hello...

He wants me to direct.

Good morning, Sally.

Good morning. Oh!

Hello, little girl.
I see you got your dog back.

Quiet, Leo.

I beg your pardon.

I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to Leo.

The dog's name is Leo.

Good morning, everyone.

Good morning.

Well, it certainly is
a beautiful morning.

- Who's that?
- That's the director.

That's the director?

Frank Frank.
Yes, sir.

Could I speak to you
for a minute, please?

Yes, sir.

We'll be right back.

What's the matter?

Frank, to be quite frank,

I don't know how to do it.

Do what?
Direct.

You don't?
No.

Gee!

Well, don't just say gee.
I'm a nervous wreck.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Do you always wear your clothes so big?

These aren't my clothes.

Well, whose are they?
I don't know.

You don't know how to direct...

And I don't know whose
clothes, that's right. Anything else?

Hey.

Well, didn't you ever see Cobb direct?

No, I was writing.
God, this is humiliating.

Hey, look, take it easy.
It's real simple. You'll have no problem.

I won't?
Hell, no. Any jerk can direct.

Now, you see over there?

- Marty and Kingsley?
- Yeah.

Putting on their
white makeup? Yeah.

Those are the actors.

Thank you very much.

Okay. Now,
you see over there, that box on the sticks?

Yes.
John's putting a blanket over it right now?

Yes.
That's the camera.

Well, the first thing you do
is tell me where to put it.

I'm about to.

No.
I'm the cameraman.

Oh, you are?
Yes, sir.

Well, hello.
Hello, sir.

Leo.
Frank.

No, I'm Leo.
Yes, I know.

Go on.

Okay. Then you tell the actors what
you want them to do in front of the camera.

You tell me to crank it.
And when you've had enough,

you just tell me
to cut. Cut.

Then you do the same thing all over
again with the next scene and that's it.

That's it?
That's it.

That's all
D.W. Griffith does?

Sure, more or less. They tell me
Griffith doesn't say "cut," he says "cease."

Griffith says "cease."
Well, I can do that.

Then you can direct.
Let's go.

All right, let's go.

Good morning, everyone.

Good morning.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.

All right...

Dobie, wasn't it?
Yes, sir.

Oh, you don't have to call me sir.

Oh, well, we always call
the director sir, sir.

Oh, you do.
I'm sorry.

The story we're doing today
is called Luke's Revenge. Could you be Luke?

Excuse me, Mr. Harrigan, I am
Reginald Kingsley of the New York stage.

I normally play
the leading roles. I would be Luke.

Oh, yes, of course.

What happens to me?

Well, in the first scene,
Luke's horse throws him and he gets killed.

Luke gets killed in the first scene?

That's right.
Then I do not play Luke.

Oh, well, perhaps he only gets hurt then.

I do not fall from horses.

I see. Well...

Um...

Does anyone have any ideas
how we could kill Luke?

He could get shot.

Yeah, except it should be an accident.

He could shoot himself.

Well, that does not have quite the
dramatic impact we're searching for.

He could get bit by a rattlesnake.

Did you say something, little girl?

I said, he could get
bit by a rattlesnake.

A rattlesnake.
Yes, that's a very good idea, little girl.

Except, we haven't got a rattlesnake.

Now does anyone else have a...

I've got a rattlesnake.

You've got a rattlesnake?

Yes.

A little toy rattlesnake or something?

A real rattlesnake.
His name is Robert.

Robert the rattlesnake?

Yes. It'll cost you $5.

$5? For the day?

For two hours.

All right, little girl.
Alice.

All right, Alice, can we have
a look, or is there a price for that too?

You can look for free.

She's got a rattlesnake.

Yeah. Ain't
that something.

Son of a bitch.

Here he is.

Ah, that was fast, little girl.

Alice.
Alice.

Let's have a look.

It bit me.

My God, you can die
from the bite of a rattle...

I could die from this.

Holy smoke, he got bit by a rattlesnake.

Little girl, your rattler
bit that young man.

Don't worry. Robert's poison
sac's been removed for years.

He can't hurt a fly.
Eh?

They do this to all the directors.

That's nice.
Yeah.

We got it, we got it!

Just drink this down, sir, quick.

What? What is it?
It's old Injun remedy.

Chipawau.
Chipa what?

Chipawau.
But...

Just chug-a-lug it down, sir, so it
can beat the poison to your heart.

If it gets there first, it disinfects
the heart and the poison can't get in.

Hurry.
Oh, mother of mercy.

Frank Frank!

Sir, sir!

Aim the camera at Ronald.

Robert.
Robert.

Aiming.
Kingsley?

Mr. Harrigan.

Stand next to it.

I do not play scenes with reptiles.

Well, what do
you do? I emote.

Then never mind.

- Just photograph Roger.
- Robert.

Robert.
All set, Boss.

All right, Frank, crank.

Cranking.

We're going to make pictures.

I said, we're going to make pictures.

Pictures with drama and heart-throb.

Pictures with comedy and pathos.

Pictures with thrills and romance!

And if any Patents Company son of a...

I said, if any Patents
Company son of a...

Where is he?
Where is he?

On the roof.
There's the son of a bitch.

On the roof.
Give me a gun.

Get him!

Who is he?
Don't kill him.

- The camera okay?
- Yeah, just barely.

Don't kill him!

Patents bastards.

Patents?
But don't kill him.

Let me kill him.

Goddamn Patents bastards didn't
tell me they were going to shoot back!

You're doing great,
sir. Come on, boys, let's get him.

We're with you, Dobie.

Now, you stay here, Marty.

Staying?
Where's Leo?

I'm right here.
Not you.

Don't let him get away.

Hey, wait for me!

Whoa, horsey. Whoa.

Don't shoot.
You might hit the horse!

Ain't no use in going after him now.

Nope, that's Hurricane.

He's a... Goner.

Son of a bitch.

Hello?
Where is everybody?

Stop this...

Look at him ride.

Come on, now. Please.

Get down off that horse
immediately, young man.

I want to have a word with you.

Look out!

He tried to kill me.

Get, pluckies. Get!

Hey, you, wait a minute.

He's gonna need help.

Oh, hell.
Oh, come on.

Come on, folks.
I think there's gonna be a fight.

I got him.

I don't want to fight.

We got him!

Now, hold still.
Oh, he's feisty!

You're doing great.

I don't like fighting women and children!

Quit wriggling.

You kicked me.

You shot at my camera,
you Patents Company son of a...

Bitch.

One thing I hate, it's a sloppy drunk.

Well, that settles it.

Hold these, please.

Get up.
Get up, you skunk.

You got a lot of help, mister.

Don't anybody help me! No matter
what happens, don't anybody help me!

That sounds like a bad idea, Leo.

Not at all. I was boxing champion of
my class at the University of Chicago.

I am trained in fisticuffs.

Get up, you coward.

That's the way it's going to be!

Put me down!
This is not the Marquis of Queensbury rules.

I knew it was a bad idea.

- Come on.
- I don't want to fight you.

Come on, you coward.
I don't want to fight you.

Let's box. Look, I'm warning
you, I got an alligator farm.

What?
I got an alligator...

I warned you...

Say, he can... Box.

Son of a bitch.
That Harrigan's a pretty good fighter.

It's not over yet.

You kicked me!
You kicked me!

Hey, no kicking.
Yeah, no kicking.

That's not fair.
Did you see that?

Kicking is fair!
No biting.

I wasn't ready.
You ready now?

Yes.

Are we observing
the Marquis of Queensbury rules?

Sure.

We are not observing the Marquis...

That's it, Leo!

Punch him!

No kicking.

Time out.
Hold it. Hold it!

Hit it, stranger!

Do you mind?

All right, all right.

Don't you trust me?
No, I don't.

Uh, Marquis...
Queens Marquis rules, you know. Go ahead.

Has anybody got any water?
I'm dying of thirst.

Stop it! Let go!

Hey, you're doing great, Boss.
Leo, get away from there, will you?

Leo, he's on our side.

Well, I guess you give up now, don't you?

I most certainly do not.

Get up.
Come on, coward, get up.

Now I'm getting mad.

Hey, he's dancing like Leo.

Come on, stranger.

Give me a hand, will you?

Don't let them get away!

You give...

No.
No. No.

You thirsty?

Very.

Oh, good.

Well, it looks like my place
is the only thing left standing,

so folks, follow me.

The drinks are on the house.

S...
Son of a bitch.

Never seen a fight like that before.

Here you are, Boss.
You're doing great. Just great.

I believe
those are my pants you've got on.

I'm a suck-egg mule if they ain't mine.

These?
Yeah.

You wear these?

Purty, ain't they?

How in the world did...
Wait a second.

Did you meet a girl?

Blind as a rat?

Tells you to break your arm.

Falls down a lot.
Kathleen.

Cooke.

My God.

Glory be.

I got to hand it to you, Dan.

Leo.

You got a mean left for a Northern boy.

And you, too.
Thanks.

And you know what?
What?

I like your looks.

You ain't funny, are you?

No. Did you ever think
about getting in the picture business?

Thought about getting out of it!

Oh, get out of that damn Patents Company.

It ain't worth it, Dan.

Listen, you sure can ride a horse.

Well, it's sort of my middle name.

Well, why don't we have us
a snort and see if we can work it out.

Okay, if you can get me up out of here.

I'll tell you what, Dan.
Just tell me about when you met my girl.

What do you mean your girl?
When did you meet her?

Springtime, New York City.

Well, then I saw her first,
Dan, back in Chicago.

Long before she ever thought
about going to New York City.

Is that a fact?
Nothing but a fact.

Why we used to go sailing on Lake Erie.

Well, I took her down
to my alligator farm.

Well, looks like
we got ourselves a new leading man.

Yeah.

That big lug.

♪ Let me call you sweetheart

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ Let me hear you whisper

♪ That you love me too

♪ Keep the love light glowing

♪ In your eyes so true

♪ Let me call you sweetheart

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ Let me call you sweetheart

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Miss Cooke, you're supposed
to be a clog dancer, not a clog hopper.

Well, I'm trying.

I thought it was nice.

What?
Didn't you, Jim?

Real nice.

Who the devil are you?

We telephoned about
your balloon for the moving picture company.

You Duncan?
Oh, yeah.

Well, girls, take a break, girls.

Yes, the balloon'll cost you
$50 for the day.

Give you 30.
I said 50, little girl.

Give you 25.
I said 50.

Give you 20.
You just said 25!

That's a deal.
What?

Is that your kid, fellow?

Hell, no.

My name's Alice.
What's yours?

Kathleen.
I like that name.

Well, I like yours.
I hate it.

But why?
It's a good name.

Nah, it ain't,
'cause you can't make a nickname out of it.

Except Al or something stupid like that.

Everybody's just gotta call you Alice.

Hey, kid! Kid!

That dog's got
a mean streak. Here's your money.

Do you belong
to that mutt, kid? Come on, Leo.

Nice talking to you.

Hey, Alice should live in a palace.

Huh?
Can't do that with my name.

Hey, this is only 25 bucks.

That's what you said.
So long, Kathleen.

Bye, Princess.

Princess?
Where'd you get that?

Well, who do you think lives in palaces?

Oh, yeah.

Now you just hold on
a minute, there, young lady.

I don't care what you say,
Dan, I ain't going to do it.

Have I ever lied to you, Dan?

Yeah, you have,
several times. I have not.

Luke's Revenge,
Rattlesnakes and Gunpowder...

I've only tried to make you comfortable

in uncomfortable situations.
Don't waste your sweet talk on me, Dan.

That is a director's job.
I don't like being up off the ground.

What are you when you're on a damn horse?

Okay, fair enough.
I'll go as high as my horse.

Fine. How high's a horse,
10, 12 feet?

Six. A horse is six feet.
A short horse.

Short or tall, that's as high
as this explorer's going. Six feet.

Do you want everybody
to think you're scared?

I am scared.

Look, a horse is human.

That thing is
full of hot air, just like you.

All right. Dobie.
Don't go no higher than six feet.

Take it up to six feet
and hold it. It's as high as I'm going.

Six feet!
Marty, Marty!

Yes, Leo.

Oh. You run in when I yell.

Yes, Leo.
Well, go on, Dan.

Get in the damn thing.

I'm getting, I'm getting.

Whoa! Whoa!

Did you see that?
Hold it steady, boys.

We don't want to lose the leading man.

I gotcha, don't worry.

Everything all set, Alice?

Princess.
What?

Princess.

Alice should live in a palace.

Has everybody gone crazy today?

Not crazy enough to go up in that thing.

What'd he say?

I'm getting a lot of help today.

Okay, let him up 30 feet.

♪ Keep the love light glowing
in your eyes so blue ♪

No, no, no, no!
Miss Cooke!

Please, take it from the top again.

Now listen, I can change that to Three
Dutch Damsels in five minutes, you know.

Well, you do that, you big poop.

Poop?
What did you call me?

Poop! As in poop-deck.

As in stern. As in rear end.

Whoa!

Wave farewell, Dan.
Give us that confident grin.

The world is our oyster.
Be natural.

That's not six feet.

New horizons, Dan.

All the arrogance of youth.

Harrigan, I'm gonna kill you.

That's good. Smile.

I swear I'm going to strangle you.

Watch out.

What?

Help!
My God, it's her.

Jesus Christ.
What happened? Where am I?

Grab her, Jack.

Kathleen! Kathleen!
You know her, too?

Miss Cooke.
Everybody knows her.

- What do I do? Cut?
- Are you kidding? Keep turning.

They're drifting!
Alice, get the truck.

Everybody, onto the truck,
now! Bring that camera. Let's go.

On the truck?
I've never done that before.

Don't be scared, miss.
Stay right there. I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna help you, miss.

Don't be scared.

Here comes a rope.

Grab the rope.
Where is it?

By your head.
Stop wiggling.

That don't help none.
I see it.

I've got it.
Now hang on.

Now hang on, hang on, miss.

Cooke, you're fired, damn it!

Get the truck, you fools.
That's our balloon.

Take off, Alice.
Follow 'em.

We'll miss the rescue.

Hang on, miss.

Hang on, I almost got you.

Here we go.
Hang on now. I got you.

Grab my hands, grab my hands.

Grab my hands, grab my...
I'm trying.

Okay, I got you.
Okay.

I almost got you.
Here we go, come on in now. Okay.

Why, Mr. Greenway,
you've grown a moustache.

Miss Cooke.

I tripped.

Stand up, stand up.
We can't see you.

Harrigan, I'm gonna pulverize you.

Did you say Harrigan?
Not Leo Harrigan?

I think I'm going to be sick.

Do that again where
it almost tipped over. That was good.

I swear I'm gonna strangle you!

Don't look into
the camera, you big oaf! Be natural.

If I just had my rifle.
Oh, God!

Don't look down,
Mr. Greenway.

I can't see a thing, so
I'm not scared at all.

Then you're as crazy as he is.

Just don't look down.

Don't look down?
That's right. Don't look down.

- I won't look down.
- No, take your hands away from your face.

Play the scene.
What's he doing?

He's directing a picture.

A moving picture?

How exciting.
I've never even seen one.

Well, Miss Cooke, it's just
possible you never will.

Be debonair.
You're an explorer.

For Pete's sake, Alice, come on.

I can't help it.
There's no road here.

Well, be careful.
How is it, Frank?

Swell between bumps.

They're going toward the railroad tracks.

Well, so what?
Follow 'em. There's a train coming.

What?

Should I try to beat it?

Yes, beat the train.
Hang on.

No, maybe not.
I can beat the train.

Don't beat the train, Alice.

I can beat it!
Don't beat it.

I can!
Alice, don't!

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Too bad it didn't hit 'em.

Do you hear
a hiss? What? What kind of hiss?

Like air escaping.
That ain't funny.

Take off, Alice.
Follow 'em.

Oh, my God, I think you're right.

Did you see that, for God's sake?

I don't believe it.
Still turning.

Keep turning.
Alice, stop on the tracks.

What a shot! Kiss her,
kiss her, for God's sake!

He says I'm supposed to kiss you, ma'am.

Yes, he did.

Well, he's the director.

Perfect.

Hold it a little longer, Frank.

Slow iris to black.

And cease. Cut. That's it.

Okay, wrap it up, everybody. Get 'em off.

Now bring the train back.

Oh, God, how are we
going to get 'em back?

That's damn good, Leo,
as far as I can tell.

Thanks, Sally.
Here, have a beer.

Good? It was great.

Not even Mr. Griffith gets
stuff like that, Leo.

Not by accident anyway.

How about a hand for the cameraman?

I don't see where my role fits in.

Oh, come on, Kingsley, you wouldn't
know a good film if it bit you in the nose.

Reggie's got a point.
That's what's been bothering me.

Huh?
What are we going to do with this stuff?

I mean, what's the plot?

Why is that girl
in a silly Dutch costume?

And who is she?

You got me.

That's...
Kathleen, ain't it?

Kathleen Cooke.
Yeah, but who is she in the story?

Oh, yeah.

I didn't think of that.

- That's a...
- Problem.

Son of a bitch.
Yeah.

The boy and the girl
are madly in love with each other,

but they're from two old Dutch
families who've been feuding for years.

They're told they
must never see each other again, ever.

So the boy decides
to take off in his balloon

and explore the vast
unchartered regions of Africa

and forget his only love.

But at the very
last minute, though, she defies her father

and rushes off to be at his side.

She trips and ends up
in the balloon, which lands on a train

and takes them to Africa
where they live happily ever after.

You can call the picture Romeo's Balloon.

Alice, that's terrific.

Whoa, Alice you just fixed the whole...

I'll play the father.

Never darken my door again, young man.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What about the stuff
we've already shot with Buck and Marty?

She could play his sister.
You just change the titles.

I like it.
Yeah. Yeah.

You don't mind playing the sister?

Well, I can't be the brother.

And, uh, about the money...

That'll be $15.

$15? Why, you stole the whole
thing from William Shakespeare.

So what? You steal
everything from the Saturday Evening Post,

and they pay you.

Feel better now?

Except for one slight problem, yes.

They'll be back, Coach.

They've only been gone two days.

A day and a night and a day.

Hey, Chief, looky here.

The train just brung in
the Gazette and we're in it.

- Picture and everything.
- Look at that.

There's you
and there's me, I guess. Big as life.

Big as life.

I don't see my likeness anywhere.

I don't either.

Now those Patents bastards
are going to know Buck lied to 'em.

About not finding us
here, you mean? Yeah.

Oh, they don't read
the Gazette. Do they?

Leo's right, we better get out of town.

Son of a bitch.
Yeah.

Well...

Where we going to go?
I don't know.

We could go use the ostrich farm.

I thought you said ostrich farm.

That's 'cause I did say it.
I got one over at La Mesa.

It's pretty deserted now
except for five ostriches and Aunt Lula.

I could use the rent.

That's the tallest damn horse I've
ever been on in my life, Harrigan.

You owe me for two train tickets.

What did you do to your moustache?

Don't you try to change the subject.

Well, Dan, I guess
he was a bit taller than I expected.

Hello, Miss Cooke, long time no see.

Mr. Mulligan.
Harrigan.

You got any idea
how hard a horse that tall can kick?

Well, l think I'm going to find out.

How was that damn stuff?

It was great.
Glad to have you back.

Great, except for one
petrified Florida cracker.

I heard that.
I heard that.

Hello, I'm Marty.

Anyway, you were covered by
the new leading lady.

I hope you'll be the new
leading lady, Miss Cooke.

Well, Mr. Harrigan,
as it turns out, I am presently at liberty.

This here's John.

- Hello.
- Jack.

Buck, how are you?

What? What did I,
what, do?

Alice, tell 'em how the story ends.

Princess.
Huh?

Romeo's Balloon.
Oh, yeah.

It's got a happy ending.
They get married.

Married? What a great idea.
An African tribal wedding.

Sure is, that's what I was
going to say next.

We're getting hitched.
I just said that, Dan.

I just said it.

Yeah, but you're talking about a picture.

I'm talking about reality.

We are going to get hitched,
just as soon as I can rustle up a padre.

Ain't we Kathy-o?
Uh-huh.

Well, looks like tomorrow
I'm going to lose a lot of good customers,

so for right now,
the drinks are on the house.

Come on.

Look out.
Look out. Look out.

♪ I'll take you
home again, Kathleen

♪ Across the ocean
wild and wide

Go on, Buck.

♪ To where your heart
has ever been

♪ Since first you were
my bonnie bride

Everybody!

♪ The roses
all have left your cheeks

Come on, Leo.

♪ I've watched them
fade away and die

Sure, I'd like one, Jack.
How you been?

♪ Your voice is sad
when e'er you speak

♪ And tears bedim
your loving eyes

Up, up, up.

♪ I will take you back,
Kathleen

♪ To where your heart
will feel no pain

Oh, thank you.

You moved in on me didn't you, pal?

You got to be fast on
the draw, counselor.

♪ I'll take you
to your home again ♪

And will you
love her and keep her, forsaking all others,

in sickness and in health
till death do you part?

Sure do.
"I do."

I do, too.

And you,
my dear, will you promise to love...

Oh, no, no. Cut.

Cut. Cease.
Ceasing.

Alice, will you tell
Matilda to get out of the shot, please.

That's Randolph.
Well, tell Randolph.

He's supposed to be in the next shot.

Aunt Lula.
Why didn't he tell Randolph himself?

He's the big director.

You're very helpful, Aunt Lula.

Reloading.
Bring it in a little closer.

Moving closer.

Randolph, why don't
you go stick your head in the sand.

Get going, I said.
Are we really married yet?

Not yet.

I lost track five hours ago.

Put it back, please.
Not yet.

Not yet?
Not yet.

Anybody got any water?
It's hot here in Africa.

Maybe he'd settle for some tall ducks.

- Here he...
- Comes.

Jesus, Dobie, can't you just
grab him by the neck and pull him back?

Well, hell, Boss,
he spits and kicks something awful.

He's fierce.
Have you seen his toes?

Mean, too.

Son of a bitch.
It's only a bird.

Excuse me, Mr. Harrigan.
Uh, just a moment, Father.

Well, do what you can, boys, will you?

What is it, Logan?

When are you going to be telling these
people that I'm an actor, not a priest?

They keep asking me to bless them.

Well, bless them, Father, bless them.

Just shut up about it.
Any moment, Father, any moment.

Dan.
Huh?

Would you ask Alice to be a bridesmaid?

We need one
and she won't put on the blackface.

Well, I don't blame her.
They all look ridiculous.

Why would you say that?

I can't help it.
Cobb will not send any money for extras.

He says, "Burn some cork
and black up the crew."

Mr. Harrigan,
couldn't we put in a bit of Othello?

It was my greatest triumph
in the legitimate theater.

"Damn her, lewd minx!
O, damn her!"

All right, Reginald,
we will. Fine.

Go on, Dan.
All right, all right.

Let's get going, huh?

The wedding's taking so long,
I ain't gonna have time for my honeymoon.

Heartbroken.

Miss Cooke.

Kathleen. Miss Cooke, are
you familiar with Mulligan's law?

I don't believe so.

It goes like this, Miss Cooke.

It's never too late.

Oh, Mulligan.

I carry a hell of a torch.

Hi, beautiful.

Shakespeare.
French, huh?

What you so sore about?

Do you hear me?

I ain't.
What?

Sore.
Yeah, you are.

Spit it out.

You said you'd teach me to ride.

I will.
You won't.

I will, too.
As soon as we get around some

four-legged critters again.

Might be riding better than me.

Which ain't that hard.
I won't.

Now why do you say that?

You're getting married.

Well, I'm stuck on her.

Only known her a week.

Well, it only takes a second.

The first time I saw her,
I thought my teeth were going to sweat.

Besides, I ain't that good a rider nohow.

Thought it was your middle name.

No. My middle name
is "Liar."

Well, if you do teach me...

Ain't no if about it.

Can we go alone?

Well, could we take the horses?

I guess so.
Fair enough.

Ow.

Come on, Dan needs a flower girl.

Okay.

Hi, honey.

Congratulations.
Thank you.

Food any good?

Nope. But the Father
likes it fine.

Well, it's been a long wedding day.

Mmm-hmm.

Do you know what day
of the week it is? Huh?

It's Friday, ain't it?
Uh-huh.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but what is
it that Catholics don't eat on Friday?

Is he eating meat?

That's right.
Just like a starving actor.

Wouldn't you say, Father?

What? Excuse me?

Marty, I smell a rat.
Do you?

All ready,
everybody. Places.

An Irish rat.

Father Logan.
Bride, groom.

Father, I got a confession for you.

Do you want to hear it?
Later, my son, later.

Do you ever confess, Father?

Of course, my son.
Now bless you, bless you.

All right, quiet, everybody.

Buck, now all we need is the kiss.

All right, camera.
Father, you're not in this.

All right, hurry up, let's go...

Come on, well, what are you waiting for?

Cut it, cut it. Look, she is supposed
to be playing your wife, not your sister.

All these people watching...

Take her in your arms, see?

Bring her to you.

Thanks a lot.
You could've just told me.

All right, camera.
Be natural.

Okay. Perfect.

Hold it, hold it, a little longer.

Slow fade to black and cut.

Light's perfect for the finish, Leo.

All right then, everybody to the truck!

Let's go. Come on.
We're losing our light.

Thank you very much, Father.
It was a wonderful wedding.

I'll get to you later.

Are we married, totally married, yet?

Don't worry about
a thing, Kathy. What are we doing, now?

Wait a minute,
wait a minute. Aunt Lula!

Aunt Lula, ready.

Just hurry up.
I gotta go cook! Okay, quiet, everybody!

Jump in.

In with your spears,
dancing and waving around. Come on, come on.

Then take off for the sunset.

Jimmy, a little romantic
hurry music, come on.

And camera.

How's this?

Too much black and take your glasses off.

You said blackface.

Never mind.
Kiss the bride. A hug and a kiss.

Be natural. Quick.

Says I'm supposed to hug you.

Okay, go ahead.

- Good luck!
- Throw the bouquet!

Okay!

Very pretty. Okay.
Slow iris to black. And cut.

Okay, great.
We got it. Come on back.

We're going to find
a real parson, you sorry son of a bitch.

Excuse me, honey.
See you Monday.

Frank, let me help you with that.

Huh? Oh, yeah.
I got to develop the film.

You okay?
Yeah, sure.

Come on in!
It only costs a nickel. Five cents.

And if you don't like the show, don't
worry about it. It only lasts 15 minutes.

Makes you feel real welcome, don't it?

Well, at least that rules out both Leos.

Lot of picture companies moving here.

Somebody's trying
to give you guys a bad name.

Oh, who wants to be respectable anyway?

Hey, Harrigan, we found a picture house.

I do.
Don't worry, it'll never happen.

- Where?
- Down the street.

Well, well.
I love my husband.

Oh, you kids.

If y'all going to make fun of me, I'm
going to turn these clothes back in.

Nope, nope, not me. Makes me
feel real festive. Sort of continental.

That's right.
H.H. Cobb comes all the way to Los Angeles,

we're going to look sharp.

Hey, Dan...
Frank?

Excuse me.

My second Christmas away from home.

You miss Chicago?
Uh-uh.

The trolleys?
They got trolleys out here.

We ought to make a Christmas picture.

Yeah.
There ain't no snow.

I'm forgetting what it's like.

It melts. Come on,
let's go to the picture show.

Gonna be late for Cobb's party.

He'd never notice.
Merry Christmas.

Come on in.
Who's got the money?

Who's got the money?
Yeah, 30 cents.

♪ Daisy, Daisy

♪ Give me your answer, do
Get the heck out of here, kids.

It costs a nickel.
Get out and stay out!

♪ I'm half crazy

♪ All for the love of you

It's true. It's true.

Oh, shut up and sing, Dan.

It smells like a zoo in here.

♪ But you'll look sweet
upon the seat

♪ Of a bicycle built for two ♪

Look, it's Cobb.
What?

Yeah, that's funny.

What's he doing in a Patents House?

Look, it's...
Me.

- Look, it's Robert.
- Yeah.

We never did one called
Tuttle's Muddle, did we?

No, no, it's from...

- Rattlesnakes and Gunpowder.
- Yep.

- Romeo's Balloon.
- That's right.

I look real brave there, don't I?

Hey, look at you, honey.

I never made this.
We shot it, though.

But the titles are all wrong.

Quiet down there.
Oh, no, look.

There's Matilda.

No, that's Randolph.
No, that's Randolph.

- Isn't that...
- The Pasha's Pride.

That's from Caves and Clubs.

Yeah.

- That's me.
- That's us.

Sure is.
There's me.

It's not making much sense, Harrigan.

Oh, yeah, it does.
Dollars and cents.

Now what?

Harrigan, this is a mess.

That son of a bitch Cobb
has re-cut our stuff.

- I remember this one.
- The Gunman's Guilt.

Where are
you going, Leo? - Leo?

You looked wonderful, Buck.

Didn't look bad, did I?

Alice?
Where's that film you just ran?

Where is it?

Don't hit me, mister,
I got a sick mother.

I don't know zip about it,
fellow. We only run Patent pictures here.

And this kid came by on his bicycle

peddling some independent junk.

You show them all the time!

Shut up, both of you,
and just give me my picture.

Your picture?
He directed it.

She wrote it.
And I'm in it.

You're gonna be in it
all right, if you don't give me my film...

Look out!

It ain't loaded.
It ain't even loaded.

Don't hit me, sister,
I got a sick mother.

I found it!

Harrigan!
All right, go get everybody.

I'll meet you
at the truck. Hurry up.

It's happening on the inside.

What are you doing out here?
It's happening inside.

This place is sure
getting a lot of nickels.

You ain't kidding.

Buck, I think we're being followed.

Oh, no, they're,
they're just probably going our way.

Nope, they're following us.

Let's get out of here.

Harrigan!

What did you do? Bring
the whole town with you?

You're the one that stole the picture.

What do you all want?

It's our picture.

We have to show it
to the boss, see? It's all cut wrong.

We'll give it back later.

What the devil's going on here?

They're movies?
Ain't you?

Huh?
What?

Ain't you in the pictures?

Yes, ma'am. Afraid we are.
Can you get arrested for that?

Hey, what's your name?

Me, ma'am?
Buck Greenway, ma'am.

Don't tell her your name.
Why not? I didn't steal the picture.

What's your name, miss?

- Mine?
- No, no, the other one.

Me? I'm Kathleen Cooke.
Who are you?

Me?
Come on, let's get out of here.

I seen you in Romeo's Balloon, miss.

- You did?
- Yeah.

We love you
in the pictures, Mr. Greenman.

Yeah.
Do you?

Thanks, miss.
It's Greenway. Buck.

I direct their pictures.
I'm Leo Harrigan.

I never seen yours, mister.

You been in a lot of them, too?

No, I'm not in them, I make them.

Oh, he just makes them.
Just makes them?

You heard the lady, Dan.

Could you give us something, Buck?

Give you something?
Yes, so as our friends will believe us.

Ah, see, we'd love to,
folks, but see, these ain't our clothes.

They're rented.
Oh, who's going to care about one tie?

Here's his tie, Beth.

Let's get out of here.

I got his collar, Morgan.

Hey, what are you doing?

Give me my hat.

Come on, Leo, let's get them.

Kathy, Kathy!

What's your name again?

D.W. Griffith.
Now get that down.

Kathy.
D.W...

They're all crazy!

Leo, stop.

Get back. Mr. Griffith,
you'd better get out of here.

These are fanatics!
You're telling us?

Movie fanatics. I heard this happened
down at Cahuenga just last week.

Go on, get out of here.

Come on, Alice!
Let's go.

All right, folks. It's all over.
These people got appointments.

Now get away!
Stop it.

Space, I said space.

That's what we need
in this business. More space.

When this racket began, nobody in
his right mind would give it a month.

But like Flopsy,
it just growed and growed.

- Like Topsy, Boss.
- Her, too.

Space!
Six years ago,

there were 4,000
nickelodeons in this country,

now there are three times that many.

And they're multiplying
faster than guinea pigs.

And what is it that these
five cent halls of amusement require?

Guinea pigs. Product.
Product!

You said it, Mr. Cobb.
That's what we need.

Damn right I said that.

How are we doing
on that desert story, boys?

Come on, I'm falling asleep.

Irish! Just the man I need.

Steve, get their coats.
Waiter, give 'em some of that hooch.

Take your coat?
No, thank you, it's a little brisk in here.

You, sir?
I'll just keep 'em on.

All right, Harrigan, think fast.

Two guys in the desert,
no food, no water, no horses.

What happens to them?
They die.

In a comedy.

Mr. Cobb, I...
It's Chicago, H.H.

I'll take it over here.

Mr. Cobb, sit down.

That's okay, I ain't tired.

You're going to be.

- You guys drunk or what?
- No, I'm going to talk.

And for once in your life you're
going to listen to one thing at one time.

Now for two years, I have been

wandering around the great
southwestern wilderness

of this country,
faithfully making pictures for you.

I have done this with my associates here

through wind and rain,
boiling heat and icy cold. Icy cold.

And have we
ever complained? Sometimes.

Never.
Never.

Never. Day after day,
diligently turning our camera,

shooting each week as much as...

Three or four thousand feet.

Jam-packed with thrills and chills

and sending it
faithfully off to you in Chicago.

In Chicago. Trusting you
with our blood, sweat and tears.

My blood, my sweat and my tears.

Right. And so, today...
No thank you.

And so today we chance
to pass a nickelodeon,

decide to while away
an hour in innocent pleasure,

and what do we see,
Mr. Cobb?

What assaults our innocent eyes?

One of my own goddamn pictures.

Not just one of our own goddamn pictures,

but 10 of our own goddamn pictures.

Ten of our best,
most exciting dramas, cut by you, sir.

Butchered into a single
jumbled-up, truncated, foreshortened,

all but incomprehensible mess.

And here it is, exhibit A.

Tuttle's Muddle!

- Did they laugh?
- That is beside the point.

They laughed.
Look, we're famous.

$35 a week.
That's slave wages.

What we want is more money.

We want a guarantee
in writing that says you're not allowed

to cut our stuff
to ribbons any time you feel like it.

A contract that says you ship 'em
out the way you get 'em. Our way.

And more money.
Okay, that's it. I rest my damn case.

And we'd like some more money.

Well, children, it's Christmas
Eve. Peace on Earth. Good will to men.

You're all fired.
Nothing personal.

Have a drink.

We're all fired?
Mabel, pay them all off.

Steve, Steve.
Sir?

Send a wire
to the home office and have our B company

sent out here to replace
these departing friends.

Clyde, tell me about these
acres you want to unload here in Hollybush.

Hollywood.

Still got the farm.

Ostriches could come back anytime now.

That was great, Harrigan.

Fired, for Pete's sake.

Fire, Leo!
He said that.

Oh, my God.
My film!

Uh, uh.
Smother it, smother it!

Oh, God.

Here you go, Marty, hold this.

We'll have to leave now.
This room is on fire.

Bring the furniture and the food.

Reassemble in the hall
and summon the red boys.

You all right?
Let's get you out of here.

Hey!

Fire drill. Everybody out.

Princess, do you see Kathy?
Leo's got her.

You!
Ooh! Oh, hi.

You still got our rifle!

Leave him alone.

And our money.

Why, it's Greenway.

Fellow, you were
a knockout in Tuttle's Muddle.

I was?

Don't worry, folks.
This hotel is made of pure steel.

Strike up the band.

Marty, can I have...

Excuse me. Marty.

Well, Mr. Harrigan,
goodbye.

It's been a barrel
of laughs. What?

She's sore, Leo.
I can't seem to say the right thing.

That's nothing new.

Boy, you had to
burn the place down to wake me up.

We're all out of work, for Pete's sake.

Franklin, you'd rather be out of
work with him than in work with me,

any time of the day or night.

Now wait a second, Marty, that's just...

Send my things care of
Kinegraph Chicago, will you, Kathy?

- Okay, Marty.
- You're going back to Cobb?

Damn right.
He'll know a good deal when he sees one.

So long, kiddo.

Don't take any
wooden nickels. Okay.

Bye, Alice.
So long, Buck.

Marty, where are you going?
Let's talk turkey, Greenway.

We're Atlantic Pictures
and Atlantic's going to the Pacific.

Let's talk about things.
H.H. Cobb.

Yeah, damn blanket company from Chicago.

Hey, I don't like that outfit's
music. I don't want to hear it.

- You know what I mean?
- Harrigan, come here.

We're prepared
to offer you each 50 a week

if you can report to work Monday morning.

Yeah, what do you say to that?

Fifty?
Nope. You're right, Leo.

What? Who owns
this kid?

We're independents, mister.

Cobb's insane,
boy. Wise up.

Louder.
Drown them out.

250 a week is just
too much. We don't want to hold you up.

Wait a minute,
he didn't say 250, he said 50.

How much did you say?
Fifty.

And you?
Fifty.

Fifty, 50 and 50.
150, that's fine.

What?
You mean you people each want 150

a week to leave Cobb?

We'll give it
a serious thought. No, we won't.

What?
Did she say yes to 150?

150?
Yes.

Yes, sir. You got a deal.
Parker.

Leo, shake the man's hand.

Hey.

You bitch! Wally!

Attack!

My arm! He's biting
my arm, Mike. Hey, wait!

A counterattack act
seems to be called for, gentlemen.

Neutrals to the side.

Neutrals?

Fair play.

Did you see that?
Bring on my book, bring my book.

I cut my own pictures, mister.

At these prices you damn well better.

I want to make
longer pictures, four-reelers.

Anything you say, kid.

Let's go, Dan,
before he has a change of heart.

Happy New Year.

150 smackers a week.

I wonder where their
studio is at, Fort Knox?

Anybody get the address?

Hollywood.

That's very good.
Now, don't forget,

it's freezing cold,
now. It's cold.

Tex, do you hear me?

Tex, do you understand what I'm saying?

Don't look at me, you'll ruin the shot.

Help 'em out, give 'em some snow.

Frank, you've got to talk to that
joker photographing Kathleen.

He's making her look like an elephant.

How can I?
They got me in bondage here.

You really ought to shave
that thing off, Leo.

Harrigan, will you leave
my cameraman alone?

Let those pebbles
drop like a rain. And stop chewing gum.

Princess.

Did you see those
scenes they've written for Kathleen?

She can't do those.

Don't worry about Kathy.
Wait till you see Buck.

They got him dressed up
just like a fluff.

Quiet over there, Forsyte.

Leave her alone, Harrigan.
She's writing for me,

if you don't mind.
And quiet that dog.

He'll quiet as soon
as I leave. Harrigan.

It looks better on Buck.

All right, dear, look up!

Attagirl, look up.
Look terrified. Terrified.

Lean out a little bit.

Lean out. Now scream.

Cut. Cut. Cut.
I'm all right.

No you're not, you're awful.

You can't have her
doing her own stunts, Stickley!

Falling out of stagecoaches.

She isn't supposed to fall out.

What's going on here?

Oh, he's making a fool out of her.

What's going on here?
You all right, honey? Sure, I'm fine.

I got her.
I got her.

I got her.
No, I got her.

Hey, will you two guys get out of here?

I'll do the directing.
Out, out, out!

Come on, Greenway, off my set!

Take it easy, will you?
Take it easy.

Look, I'll talk to you later, Kathy.

I'll talk to you later, darling.

You won't see her later. You take care
of yourself and I'll take care of my wife.

You can't even take care of yourself.

Look at you.
You look ridiculous.

I know I look ridiculous.
I look like a twit.

Okay, come on, Greenway,
we're all waiting, huh?

Nobody can act in these socks.

At least it didn't take me
nine months to grow a moustache.

Now daintily.

Well, it's about time.

Camera.

Okay, boys.

No, no, no, no.

Harold, if you're going to kiss her,

you take her in your arms,
you kiss her on the mouth.

But, my dear sir,
this young lady is playing my daughter.

What? Let me
see the script.

I gotta start
reading these things. It might help.

Well, they throw 'em
on the lawn like a newspaper.

How do you expect
to get anything prepared?

Drinking your lunch again, Harrigan?

Maybe that's why
you're a day behind schedule.

Give me my own people,
I'll bring them in on time.

Atlantic wants product, not excuses.

And we want it fast.

And as for the scenario you submitted,
The Half-Breed Kid, it's a stinker.

We want entertainment,
not some bunch of junk about Indians.

Christ, it's so long
it took me almost an hour to read it.

How many pages a day
am I supposed to shoot, Mr. Blacker?

Five. At least,
Harrigan, and you know it.

I remember.
May I see the script, please?

Thank you very much.
Five, was it?

Five.

One, two, three, four, five.

Here we are.
And we're right back on schedule.

You're on the verge, Harrigan.

Right on the goddamn verge.

Six months you've been here
and never once you been in line.

Neither you or any
of your goddamn friends.

You're nothing but a troublemaker.

A goddamn, shoddy, Irish hooligan!

Well, sir. I wouldn't want
to make you a liar.

No, sir. I sure wouldn't.
Hey, hey, Harrigan.

Don't throw your problems on me, Dan.

You're through. Washed up.
Get out! Get out!

Pick up your pay and out of here or
I'll have you arrested for trespassing.

Do you hear?
This is private property!

Let's go.

Come on.

Here we go.

What are you so jumpy about?

Yeah, what?

I, I, I...

We came back to pick up
Mrs. Greenway's wardrobe.

She forgot it this afternoon.

Who said that?

What do you want?

My, my, my...

Her wardrobe trunk.

Better put on your glasses.
Might need to see something.

Oh, good idea.

I left my trunk when...
Where?

Wardrobe, where else?

Keep your eye on the pipsqueak.

I left my wardrobe trunk when...

What are you so nervous about?

I'm hot.
It's 50 degrees.

I'm cold.

Don't seem to know what you are.

I'm hot and cold.

Let's go.

That way.
It ain't gonna work.

Yes, it is.
Well, just don't anybody leave any

fingerprints.
I read that in a story.

What did you say, Buck?
Fingerprints.

Fingerprints? Little grease
marks on the end of your fingertips.

Well, I don't know about you,
Buck, but my fingers aren't greasy.

Everybody's are. That's how
the police tell it was you.

Look out.

Get it, get it, get it.

Good going, Greenway.
I ain't no damn robber is why.

You want to play cards?

Where are you going?
Here it is.

Well, it says camera department.

Come on, Buck.

There is the door.

Well, this one's locked.

Frank will take care
of it. Frank.

Taking.

You want to pick one
of these cameras, Leo?

Just throw this blanket over it,

'cause that's the kind of
company we are again.

- A blanket company.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, hurry up, you hear?

Buck, strike one of these, will you?

Yeah, come on, Dan.
Make yourself useful.

I should've stood at home.

How much film we need, do you think?

Enough for a four-reel feature.

The Half-Breed Kid?
You know what, Leo?

A four-reeler?
You really are loco.

Maybe five.
That's over an hour long.

Long pictures are coming in.

Ain't nobody stayed
in a theater over an hour.

Sarah Bernhardt's done one.
D.W. Griffith's working on two, I hear.

Come on, let's go.
Not with stolen film, they ain't. Ow!

Looks like it might rain.

I wouldn't know.
I can't see a damn thing.

I think so.

Now!

Are you all right?

I guess so.

Gin.

How am I doing?

Better than me.
I hate horses.

How come we didn't
come out here in the damn truck?

Because it couldn't cross this pass.

"Beware of jealousy, my Lord.

"'Tis the green-eyed monster
that mocks the meat it feeds on."

Huh?
That's from Othello.

What fellow?
Othello by William Shakespeare.

Oh, yeah, I've heard of him.

That's good, yelling and shooting.

Now ride up to him, Kathy.

Ride, catch up
to him. Good.

Kathy! Oh, God,
is she all right?

Kathy!
Cut?

No, no. Keep turning.

That's right, save her, Dan.
Keep going. Tell them to keep coming.

Jump?
Jump.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.

How is it?
Are you kidding?

Are you kidding?
Go on, Dan! Shoot at them.

Elmer, tell 'em to fall.

Cut. Perfect.

Oh, Dan.
Kathy, you all right?

That just couldn't have been better.

Oh, that ain't acting.

Well, tomorrow starts the Indian part.

Off goes the moustache.
Oh, his moustache.

Yeah, I know, I know.
Hey, babe.

Think you could do that fall again?

I didn't fall, the horse did.

Elmer, tell 'em we cut!

Four reels, Kathy.
Almost an hour.

And I'm gonna tell a story
with enough punch to put us all on the map.

L. Taylor Harrigan's
The Half-Breed Kid.

And this one is from the heart, because

you know, the Indian,
he's like the Irish, the way I see it.

He's been robbed and pillaged,
he's been starved off his homeland.

It's a blot
on our escutcheon, for Christ's sake.

And it's the stuff
of great drama, don't you see?

Well, you know, cowboys and Indians.

Hey, Leo!

The sun does go down
around here, you know.

We're ready.

Elmer, bring the cowboys...
I mean, bring the Indians over here.

No go.
Devil Mountain.

I need them in the shot. What's the
matter, Alice? They want more money?

I don't know.

Elmer, all they've
got to do is walk into the shot.

No go. Devil Mountain.

Jesus.
Light's going, Coach.

Harrigan!

Is this the way you want me?

Perfect.
Perfect?

I look like a damn girl.

I look like Theda Bara.
All right, here we go. Princess.

Yes, sir.
Elmer, you have the Indians stand guard.

Grab the mirror and bring the powder.

Come on, Frank,
let's get a little closer to Hiawatha.

The Indians are afraid
of the damn mountain or something.

I heard that.
What do you mean, afraid?

How should I know?
Superstitious.

They probably think
the mountain is bad luck or something.

Now, I've sent Kathy
to the top. All you've got to do

is climb up there and rescue her.

Rescue her?

Who's going to rescue me?
Well, pretend you're rescuing her.

You can pretend, can't you?
What you getting paid for?

I ain't getting paid,
'cause crime don't pay.

- I should've known that.
- Oh, cut it out, Dan. It's gotta look real.

Now when you get to that bush there, Elmer's
gonna let off a little dynamite charge.

Dynamite?
Just a little, to look like a bullet hit.

It's buried right by that bush there.

Well, I ain't gonna do it,
how do you like that?

Okay, swell.
Well, we won't have any cowboys in the shot.

We won't have any bullets.
We won't have anything.

Well, just forget it.
Let's go home.

Okay, okay, stop acting.

You're a lousy actor.
Where do I stop?

You don't.
You let the dynamite stop you.

Elmer won't let you get too
close before he sets it off.

Here I am.
I'm ready.

Kathy, put some clothes on.

This is my costume.
Well, where's the rest of it?

Let's go, Dan.
We're losing the light.

Okay. Let's get
her over with.

All right, here we go.

Be natural.
And camera.

Good, fine.
That's fine.

Now make it look near impossible.

I don't have to act.
All right now, Elmer.

Get ready with that charge.

That's right, good. And...

Now.

No, no, no. Cut it.

No good, no good.
You anticipated. You flinched.

I did not.

Buck, you okay, Buck?

He flinched.

Well, who wouldn't flinch from dynamite?

That's a pure sign of intelligence.

Flinching probably saved
my life 200 times since I met you, Harrigan.

Well, by the time
Elmer resets, the damn light will be gone.

About gone now, Leo.

That ain't my fault.

Oh, who the hell said it was?

I swear, Harrigan,
one of these days I'm gonna kill you.

Well, just don't scalp me, Chief.

That ain't funny.

Sure it is.
It ain't funny.

Oh, Buck, he was only just fooling.

Yeah, that's what
you always think. He was only fooling.

Well, I'm tired of being the butt of it.

I'm tired of being
made a fool of all the time,

risking my neck,
and never getting paid for it.

Oh, come on, Dan, what is it?

- What's the matter?
- Don't "Dan" me.

I'm sick of this pipe dream.

Sneaking around like a common thief,

making this great damn feature.

Well, who the hell cares?

It's just another western.

Now, come on,
be careful. Only longer.

Now watch it! I've been
working on this thing for two years.

No, you watch it.

We could be working for some
legitimate company now and be paid for it

and treated with some kind of respect.

I ain't a damn kid no more.

You don't mean that, Buck.
You know it wouldn't be the same.

No, it'd be better.

And if you're gonna keep
sticking up for him all the time,

maybe you'd be happier
with him and his lot of goddamn hooey.

You don't need to curse,
nor yell, neither.

We can all hear
all right. Maybe so.

But you can't see
he's been after your skirt from the start.

If you're gonna stick up for him all
the time, as far as I'm concerned,

he can have it.
Buck!

I don't need your darn
permission, Tom Greenway.

No, well, you got it, ma'am.

And welcome to it.

I quit.

Hey, come back here.
Where are you going? You can't quit on us.

Devil Mountain.

♪ I wonder who's
kissing her now

♪ If you want to feel wretched
and lonely and blue

♪ Just imagine
the girl you love best

♪ In the arms of some fellow
who's stealing a kiss

♪ From the lips that
you once fondly pressed

♪ But the world moves apace
and the loves of today

♪ Flit away with a smile
and a tear

♪ So you never can tell
who is kissing her now

♪ Or just whom you'll be
kissing next year

♪ I wonder
who's kissing her now

♪ I wonder
who's kissing her now

♪ I wonder
who's looking into her eyes

♪ Breathing sighs,
telling lies

♪ I wonder
who's buying the wine

♪ For lips that I... ♪

You look terrible.
Thank you.

Well, don't you notice anything?

What?
It's gone.

Oh, yes.
Frank found him.

I was going to take a bath.

Good, I'll keep guard.
What?

I need a glass.

How's The Half-Breed Kid?

Half-baked.

Poor Mulligan.

I remember the first time
you ever called me that.

Now don't get mushy.
Where is he?

♪ I'll take you
home again... ♪

I thought you were
the prettiest thing I ever saw.

Leo.
On the trolley.

In my Pullman, hanging by your foot.

Oh, God, remember that?
Bloomers out.

He's at the Alexandria.
Drink your wine.

I'm very boring when I'm drunk.

Very boring.

My bath.

Oh, that's perfect.

What a mess.

Here, I got it.
Oh, that's okay, I got it.

I got it.

Kathy.
Leo.

Kathy.
Now, Leo.

It's just about right.
Not too hot, not too cold.

Give me a hand.

Did you hear something?

Just a crash.

What?

I thought I heard something by the shack.

Isn't Leo out there?
I don't know, maybe.

Nothing.

Leo says those Patents guys can
smell a blanket company five miles away.

- Three.
- Three?

I heard it was only three.

Leo. Come here, Leo.

What are you thinking?

I was thinking,
what would happen if Buck came home now?

Why? Nothing happened.

Well, here I am in his house,
in his robe, on his bed, with his wife.

No jury in the world would
convict him if he shot me.

Leo.
Hmm?

It's not that I don't love you.

Yeah, yeah?

It's just that I can't.

Now what if I'd been
in that balloon instead of Buck?

Yeah?

Would he be here now
and I'd be in some hotel?

That's hard to say.

Yeah, but I'd shoot him.

Do you hear that?

It's going to go by.

It's the neighbors.

I'm the neighbors.

Kathy-o!
I don't believe it.

You upstairs, honey?

Get out the window, quick!

I don't believe it.
My clothes.

Oh, my God.

Honey.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

You up here, honey?
Be natural.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll be right out, Buck.
Just a second.

Honey.

I had me a long thinking.

I was afraid
you might even change the locks.

I'll be right out, Tom.

I know I've been kind of wrong.

- What was that?
- Must be that old cat.

Stay here, Kathy.

- It's them Patents bastards.
- Buck, wait.

Don't shoot,
it's me. You're back.

Did you see him?

That's where he fell, I guess.

See the trail?
Goes behind the garage.

I think he's cornered.

What is it, Frank?

- Stay right there, Alice.
- Buck, you're back.

All right, come on out, mister.

You can't get away, so don't try.

I got a rifle here
and the sorry end's pointing your way.

These aren't my clothes.

Yeah.

Frank, go after him.
Take my car.

He'll hurt himself.
The keys are in it.

Alice!

Alice!

Jesus, God!
Alice!

- Alice, for God's sake!
- I'm all right.

You sure?
Sure.

They got the camera, too.
They got everything.

Some guard, Frank.

Some friend, Leo.

Nothing happened.
What are you talking about?

Don't be such
a saint, Frank. Okay.

Frank, wait.

I'm sorry.

That's the one.
Okay.

Yeah, what is it?

Telegram, telegram
for Mr. Greenway.

Telegram?

Well, more like a package.

See? It says here,
"Deliver at 10."

Well, that could be a mistake.

It was.

Don't ever tell me about it.

There's nothing to tell, Tom.

They gave me the damn bridal suite.

I'd love to see it.

Come on in.

Are you just going
to climb in that bottle?

Maybe.

Go say you're sorry.

For what?

They wouldn't listen anyway.

You were getting pretty good, you know.

Yeah, I'm particularly good
without a camera or film or actors.

What's the matter with me?

I give up, what's the matter with you?

They like little girls
in pictures, you know.

Look at Mary Pickford.

Mary Pickford is 20 years old.

See? And I'm
younger even.

Not bad.
You could be in them, too.

Thank you very much.
I've got some money saved up.

And we can get Frank to help us.

I don't think so.

What?
I don't think so.

Well, maybe Dobie
and the boys, then. They'd do it.

And then we can sell the ostrich farm.

Aunt Lula will never forgive us.

We'll let her keep Randolph.

Here we are.
Smile, honey. KATHLEEN: I'm smiling.

Hey, it's the Greenways.

Leo, stop it.
Stop barking at Leo all the time.

That's all right.
He's just excited.

- Mr. Harrigan.
- Hey, Leo. Alice.

Keep an eye on the dog, will you?

You are pretty.

Yes, she's pretty.

Come on, honey.

Boy, I sure hope
it's better than the play.

I hear he's changing
the title for New York.

Yeah? To what?

The Birth of a Nation.

Griffith! Griffith!

Griffith! Griffith!

Griffith!

Griffith! Griffith!

- Griffith!
- Griffith.

Here, hold this.
Huh?

Honey, hold my hat.

Are you all right?
What's going on?

Harrigan.
Greenbush.

Where the hell
have you been when I need you?

How's that?
I'm inspired, but damn it, I'm stumped.

I beg your pardon.
I want a war story. A big one.

Civil war, I suppose.

The war in Europe, Irish.
Pay attention.

What war in Europe?
What war in Europe?

Marty!
What? Oh, yes.

I want you all to meet my bride, Mrs.
H.H. Cobb. Everyone calls her Marty.

Mr. Cobb...
What? What? What?

Hello, gang.

Marty.
Hi there, Marty.

- Marty.
- Hi, kiddo.

Buck. Hello, Frank.

Hello, Marty.

Well, where was I, Bertha?

Come on, boys.
Mr. Cobb...

If you don't...
Did you see what I saw tonight?

Now, this thing
is going to change the business.

The Patents Trust is wiped out.

The greatest motion picture
of all time has just been unfurled,

and it was made
by a blanket company. That's the magic.

That's the mystery.
There's no stopping this business.

The time of the nickelodeon is over.

A new day has dawned.

The epoch of the picture palace.

Big pictures.
Big theaters. Six reels.

Eight reels.
Look at this thing tonight, fifteen reels.

Twelve.
See what I mean?

Look, I don't want to go that far.

Griffith's a genius,
but he's a little crazy.

- He's a little crazy?
- He's a little crazy. You said it.

Harrigan, how long is that Indian script
you used to keep shoving in people's faces?

The Half-Breed Kid?
Four or five reels. Why?

Make it seven!

What are you all
standing around here for?

This is the beginning
of the world. Mr. Cobb, don't you see...

Think of it.

All those people going
to see the pictures.

And a lot of them
can't even talk American.

Then they don't have
to because pictures are a language

that everybody understands.
It's like music for the eyes.

And if you're good,
if you're really good,

then maybe what you're doing

is you're giving 'em
little tiny pieces of time

that they never forget.

Miss Forsyte, your motorcar.

The child owns this?
The end is near.

Shorty, if you're interested in a
salary twice your size, raise your mitt.

Mr. Cobb,
you're trying to bribe us.

You can't bribe somebody
who doesn't trust you, Irish.

Get in the car, before they arrest
your husband for assault and battery.

What?
Take a ride, make a getaway,

have a script conference.
Don't pay him no mind, honey.

What are you waiting for?
Opportunity knocks but twice.

For Pete's sake.
Harrigan, I want a feature.

A big one. Now whatever you're
paying yourself, I'll double it.

That goes for all of you.
Call me tomorrow.

Where am I driving?

Okay, that's where I'm driving.

Script conference?

I'd rather quit
than have to work with you again.

I'd rather quit,
period. Good.

We finally agree on something.

Might as well quit.

The best damn picture that's ever
going to be made has already been made.

You sure as hell
ain't gonna make one better.

I'm sick of this racket anyway.

Get up at dawn,

work all day,
every night, six days a week.

So bushed on the seventh
you can't get out of bed.

No family.

No home or nothing.

And these directors you work with today,

they don't know
their left from their right.

Yeah, well, I hear
you've been directing them yourself,

so that doesn't surprise me.

I've seen your acting.
I wouldn't be talking if I was you.

Yeah, the fun's gone out of it, sure.

Look at that.

Bring the camera over there.

They're shooting a picture.

Half-Breed Kid, huh?

Well, I ain't much of a kid no more.

You could shave your moustache.

Oh, his moustache?

Give me 10 years.

Give us all 10 years.

Music.

Well, I'm getting sick.

I got a real great idea for the finish.

Hey, Leo, remember what Cobb said,

he wants a seven-reeler.

That finish is my idea, Harrigan.

I've got a great place in mind as well.

Camera.

I've got great confidence in you.

Action!

♪ What's the use
of worrying?

♪ It never was worthwhile

♪ So pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag

♪ And smile, smile, smile ♪