All language subtitles for The last tycoon 1976 Elia Kazan

I'll be waiting for you there...

in about one hour.

You can trust me.

Ah, signora,

Grazie,

Che cosa?

Go on.
Go on!

The end is too goy.

Cut out one roll of the table.

Okay.

The signal was much too obvious.

It kills the surprise.
Make it shorter.

Okay, Monroe.

What else?

You wanted to see the beach
scene from Dark Moonlight,

Right.

Okay, Jack.

No, no, don't go to him at all,
stay on her.

You don't need him. Stay on her

all the way down
to the edge of the sea.

She's the one
we're interested in.

Remember that scene
from Reaching for the Moon,

when Bebe Daniels ran out of
the house, down to the lake?

This is where we shot it.

No, of course
you wouldn't remember,

you're too young.

I've been here
since the silent days.

I knew them all.

Did you know the Keystone Kops?

All of them!

What a bunch of guys.

Shh.

This was Minna Davis'
dressing room.

She was taken ill
for the last time...

in this room.

That's her.

She was beautiful.

She was a great friend of mine.

I remember we had
to call her husband.

I called him myself.

I remember that call well.

I said, "Mr. Stahr...

I'm afraid your wife
has been taken ill."

He said, "I'll be right over."

And this is where
it all happened.

This is where Mr. Stahr was
when I called him.

The administration building.

That's where he still is.

That's his office up there.

Oh...

Gee, it's so big!

It's big, all right.

They don't have anything bigger
in the whole world.

How did they do the earthquake
in San Francisco?

The earthquake?

Well, there are various ways
you can do an earthquake.

What you can do first is
rock the camera.

You see?

Or if you're in a room,
you can rock the set.

I mean, you can rock the room.

Then you throw in
a lot of dust...

No, I wasn't asleep.

When are you coming home?

Mmm.

Oh, I'm all right.

I miss you, that's all.

Oh, she's with her grandmother.

She's fine.

She has a new tooth.

Mmm.

How did it go?

Oh, that's good.

Mmm...

When are you coming home?

Oh... good.

Beautiful baby.

And you want me to meet you?

Mmm.

Next time
I'll be coming with you.

Come on, come on.

They owe me a little time off
at the club anyway.

Oh...

Couldn't be more boring
than being without you.

Yes, me too.

Bye, darling.

Want me to go?

Yes!

No.

Cut!

Kill the arc.

That's a print.

That was really good.

I mean, vey good.

Give me a finder.

All right, take it up.

Your aspirin, sir.

Strike the sofa!

Pick up the phone, Hary.

Pull the phone back, Fred.

And watch
that cable!

Makeup!

That was really
vey good indeed.

Makeup!

You think so?

It was absolutely terrific.

It was really wonderful.

It was shit.

Here we go again, Billy.

Listen, Didi,

I have to tell you
it was exquisite.

It was fake.

It was false.

Didn't you notice?!

I want to do it again.

You'll never do it better.

I know I can play
that scene.

I want to do it again.

It was good for me.

What?

Didi...

trust me.

Thank you.

I'm ready.

Chief?

Let's do it again.

We're going to do it again.

Bitch.

Get it quiet now, damn it!

All right, bring it down.

Quiet! Quiet, damn it!

Good night, Frank.

Good night, Brian.

Yo.

Hary, I'm waiting!

Night, boys.

Night. See you tomorrow, Hank.

-Goodnight. Bye.
-See you tomorrow.

I love him.

He's a genius.

I've always wanted him to get
evey credit.

You know that.

But what about me?

New York has forgotten me.

No, no...

New York has forgotten me.

You want to know why?

Because I'm too generous.

It's my nature.

I make life too easy
for them.

You know what I am?

I am the strong base upon which
Monroe Stahr rests.

I'm loyal to him,

and I'm loyal to New York.

New York knows you're loyal...

and New York respects you
for it.

Well, New York
should be loyal, too.

New York is loyal.

To who?

To you.

All I want is recognition.

You've got it.

I want to see it.

I want to see it right here
on this desk.

I want to feel it.

Just cut it out, would you?

You see that bastard
touch my daughter?

Who is he?

Some goddamn writer.

You know, I went down to the
writers' building this morning.

I stood there and watched them
for 1 5 minutes.

There were two of them there
didn't write a line.

You can go right in.

Thanks.

Hi.

Are you an actress?

No, I'm just
Daddy's little daughter.

Uh-huh.

What are you?

Oh, I'm just a lawyer

from New York.

She's too intelligent
to be an actress.

She's graduating
from Bennington next June,

with honors.

I love actors, though.

I don't need all this.

Oh, sure you do.

What's the matter,
don't you feel well?

I don't feel so good.

You want some bicarbonate?

I feel so shaky.

Here.

What were you doing
with that writer?

He's all right.

Don't get too close
to writers.

Jesus Christ!

Cecilia, are you all right?

Stahr!

Brady!

Brady!

Hello?

Yeah?

Are you all right?

What happened?

Geez, yeah.

We had an earthquake.

Monroe, pick up the phone,
will you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

Robbie!

Yeah!

It's split!

It's split all the way down...

Help with that spot!

Go on!

Is that where
it's coming from?

Yeah, that's it.

Look at the water tower.

Get a light on it.

Get a light on
that pipe break!

Where's the valve, Robbie?

You know where the valve is?

Robbie, they're shooting
on 1 7 and 24.

See the gates are shut tight.

French village is flooded, too.

We'll get the pumps from
the tanks on stage nine.

Okay.

Robbie, we need more men.

Oh, Christ,

we need that head next week.

Bring in the pumps
from stage nine!

Stage nine.

Watch those cables!

Get the cables
out of the water!

Whoa...

All right, hold it, right...

Whoa.

I'm sory.

We just followed the trucks in.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Kino.

Is everything all right
at the studio, sir?

Yes.

Would you like some tea?

No, thank you.

Shall I turn off the lights?

Yes.

Darling, I've come home.

Yes.

Yes.

I told you, one of them
wore a silver belt.

How dare you ask me
that question?

No, I don't know which one
wore it.

Right.

Cut!

Well, find a cop on duty.

Mm-hmm.

And tell Robinson to call me
as soon as he wakes up.

Which one, Monroe?

Take six.

No, wait, let's see it again.

Roll it again, Jack.

Stage 24,

take five.

Action!

Yeah?

You found the name?

Oh, good work, good work.

Uh-huh.

Well, no, divide the name
between yourselves

and ty evey one in the book.

Okay?

Good work.

Hi.

Will you go to the ball
with me tomorrow night?

What ball?

Screenwriters' Ball...

down at the Ambassador.

Oh, yeah.

No, I don't think so.

I might just come in late.

Oh?

So...

Uh...

So, when do you go
back to college?

I've just got home.

You get the whole summer off.

I'm sory.

I'll go back as soon as I can.

Well, don't you want to?

Well, I don't know.

I'm pretty well educated.

Maybe I should get married.

Well, I'd mary you.

I'm lonely, but...

I'm too old and tired
to undertake anything.

Undertake me.

What?

Undertake me.

Oh, no, Cecilia.

I've known you so long.

I've never thought of you
that way.

You don't use that line
this year.

What?

Nothing.

Yeah?

Mr. Stahr, Mr. Rodriguez

is still waiting to see you.

Oh, yeah. Send him in.

I'm sory.

These actors...

Did you press that buzzer
with your foot?

Yes.

Of course not.

But you will dance with me
at the ball.

Sure I will.

Hello, Monroe.

Hello!

How are you?

Wonderful, really great.

You look just wonderful.

Thank you.

I had to see you
in your office.

Sit down.

So... what's the trouble?

I'm through.

You're through?

What do you mean,
you're through?

Have you seen Variety?

Your picture's held over
at the Roxy.

It did 37,000 in Chicago
last week.

I know.

That's a tragedy.

I'm in a tragic mess.

It's...

Well, what are you
talking about?

It's Esther and me.

Mm-hmm?

I love her.

She's my wife.

Yeah?

But I'm through.

I'm washed up.

It's gone.

What's gone?

I've gone.

I'm ashamed to go to bed
with my wife.

I know Rainy Day grossed
25,000 in Des Moines

and broke all records
in St. Louis

and did 27,000 in Kansas City?

Kansas City.

But here I am,

afraid to go to bed
with my own wife,

the woman I love.

So I came to you, Monroe.

I've been to a doctor.

I've been to a cathouse.

Ah.

Yeah-- nothing.

Nothing.

So, l... so I came to you.

Yes, you did, I see.

Ah...

I mean, we both came from
nowhere, from nothing, right?

Right.

What were you,
a messenger boy?

That's right.

I delivered groceries.

Yeah.

This is America.

Look where we are now.

I mean, look at this
office, look at you.

Yeah.

We both came from nothing.

That's why I can talk to you.

I understand.

So, how is Esther?

She's the greatest girl
in the world.

She's my wife.

Well, I know that.

I mean, she loves me.

Oh, I know, I know.

500 girls marched
up to my house

from the high school.

I stood behind the curtains
and I watched them.

I couldn't go out.

I mean, if they knew...

If my family knew...

I watch myself on the screen

and I want to puke!

Mm.

Look at me.

All right, I'm a big star,

but what's really
profound about me

is that I'm a big star
with a big fan club

-Yeah, l-I know.
-who actually loves his wife,

so why would anyone want to play
these lousy tricks on me?

You see what I mean?

Sure, sure.

So I came to you.

Yeah.

Oh, yes,
I see.

Just play the part
the way I said.

All right then

Thanks, Monroe.

Thanks.

The doctor's here.

Ah.

Hi, Doc.

Come on in.

When are you going
to take that vacation?

Soon.

When?

Oh, sometime
in five or six weeks.

Getting any sleep?

About five hours.

Do you need any more pills?

No, I'm fine.

Any... pain?

Some.

They'll never get
writers unionized.

You know why?

Hello, Monroe.

Gentlemen.

Monroe.

Gentlemen.

Everything all right?

Fine.

I was just saying

they'll never get
the writers unionized.

You know why?

Because they hate
each other's guts.

They'd sell each other out
for a nickel.

This man from New York
seems pretty set on doing it--

the one who's coming out
to see me.

What's his name?

Brimmer.

Brimmer.

Communist, yeah.

You mean a real Communist?

Yeah, sure, a real one.

I mean,

some of these guys
are just jokers

that call themselves Communists.

And mostly they are fairies,
too.

There are other aspects,
of course.

Well...

I'll find out next week.

Better find out.

The last thing we need
is a writers' strike.

We got 1 6 pictures
going into production.

I'll handle him.

Monroe can handle him.

Monroe can handle anybody.

Anyway, mostly they are fairies.

There are other aspects,
of course.

Monroe, tell me, what do
you think of the idea

to make Manon with
a happy ending, huh?

It's been making money
without a happy ending

for a centuy and a half.

What about
the South American picture?

We're going ahead with that.

With the same budget?

It's out of proportion.

With that budget,
we have no chance.

What do you think, Mr. Marcus?

Monroe is our
production genius.

I count upon him

and lean heavily
upon him.

The balance sheet last year
showed a $27 million profit.

It's all due to him.

You know who first told him
you were a genius?

Guess.

You.

Right.

Damn good of you, Pat.

No, no.

I admire a man, I say so.

I want the whole world to know.

Perhaps that's
because I'm lrish.

The lrish are a vey
warm-hearted people.

The Greeks are warm, too.

I mean, ty to find me
a Greek Communist.

You couldn't find one.

But there's not a $2 million
gross in the county right now.

Don't forget, we're in
the middle of a depression.

I know that.

I think we can count
on a million and a quarter

from the road show,

perhaps a million and a half,

and a quarter of a million
abroad.

But you have a budget
of a million, seven-five-o,

and you say you expect
less than that in grosses?

What about prints
and advertising?

Distribution costs.

Interest on the money...
and some profits.

Yes, he's here.

I'm not even sure
we'll gross a million.

It's for you, Mr. Stahr.

Thank you.

Yes.

Hello, Robin.

Uh-huh.

Good.

Yes, leave the number
with Miss Doolin.

I'll call later.

You know, I'm fairly new
out here.

Do I understand you to say that
you expect to gross

a half a million short
of your budget?

It's a quality picture.

"Quality picture."

What the hell are we...?

We've played safe
for two years now.

It's time we made a picture
that isn't meant to make money.

Pat Brady is always saying
at Academy dinners

that we have a certain duty
to the public.

Okay.

It's a good thing
for the company

to slip in a picture
that'll lose money--

write it off as good will.

Gentlemen.

Thank you.

Boy.

Mr. Stahr!

Hey, that's a good spiral
you got there.

-Hello, Monroe.
-Hi, Dan.

-Sir.
-Yes, Wylie.

Hello, Mr. Stahr.

You going somewhere?

Stage four.

Listen, have you read my script?

Uh, yes, I have.

Well, what do you think of it?

I think it's
an interesting script.

Uh-huh.

How come you have
two other writers on it?

-Take it away!
-Who told you that?

They're friends of mine.

They didn't know I was doing it.

I didn't know
they were doing it.

We all found out this morning.

I'm sory.
What can you do?

That's the system.

We're back!

You invented that system.

You've distorted the girl.

By distorting the girl,
you've distorted the stoy.

We're back.

How?

How have I distorted
the damn girl?

I'm not interested
in your fantasies.

Eddie.

Eddie!

Hello, Monroe.

Hi.

Listen, two people
at the sneak preview

complained that Morgan's fly
was open for half the picture.

What?

Oh, it's probably just a couple
of seconds, but I want you

to run the picture
until you find the footage.

Have some people with you.
Someone will spot it.

Sure, I'll take care of it.

Okay.

Hi, Cooke.

You've given her a secret life.

She doesn't have a secret life.

You've made her a melancholic.

She's not a melancholic.

Mr. Stahr.

How do you know?

Because I paid 50,000 bucks
for that book,

and because that's
the way I see it.

-Mr. Stahr.
-Thank you.

If I want to do a Eugene O'Neill
play, I'll buy one.

The girl stands for health,
vitality, love.

You've made her a whore.

Now, you can work
with Beth and Charlie on this,

or I'll take you off
the subject.

It's up to you.

So how do you want the girl?

Perfect.

Mm-hmm.

Gee.

And I always have admired you.

Were you wearing a silver belt
last night?

Yes, I was.

I'm glad we got you.

We didn't have much to go on.

Oh, really?

Who are you?

My name is Monroe Stahr.

I'd like to see you.

There's a reason.

What reason?

Well, I'd like to talk
to you for a few minutes.

To put me in the movies?

No, that wasn't my idea.

When?

Tonight.

Where?

At your house?

No.

Somewhere outside.

I'll meet you
somewhere at 9.:00.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Oh.

Uh...

What about tomorrow?

No, no, no.

Okay, tonight, 9.:00.

On the corner
of Webster and Park?

Okay.

Should I wear
the silver belt?

Yes.

Hello, Monroe.

How's it going?

Geez, I'm glad you came down.

She's too old for me.

See who it is.

Hello.

Oh, get these photographers
away from me!

May l?

No, let's go.

These publicity men.

How are you?

I've got the damn curse,

and I'm having
all these troubles

with my frigging hair.

Well, don't wory about it.

It's like seaweed.

They're using
the wrong shampoo.

They're tying to screw me,
these bitches.

On my word of...

We're using
her favorite shampoo!

Oh, darling, forgive me.

Nobody likes me, or something.

I love you, Didi.

How do you think I look?

How do you think I look
on the screen?

You're going to be beautiful.

You're a great actress.

Isn't she a terrible bitch?

You can't handle her.

We'll have to call it off, Red.

The picture?

No.

I'm putting Daditch on it.

Oh.

We'll ty some other time.

Shall I finish this scene?

It's being done now.
Daditch is in there.

Well, what the hell
is he...?

He went in when we came out.

He read the script last night.

You bastard.

You bastard.

Listen, you haven't touched

what she's able to do.

How about my coat?

I left it on the set.

Here it is.

Okay, that's it.

Yes?

It's Mr. Brady.

Yeah.

Monroe,

we've just had a call
from New York-- urgent.

Do you have a minute?

No, it'll have to wait
till morning.

We can come in to you.

-All I need is...
-Not now.

Hi.

Where are we going?

I don't know.

What about a hotel?

No, I'll run you home.
Where do you live?

Run me home?

Mm-hmm.

It's no hury.

What's the matter?

Don't you like me?

I thought you liked me.

I've been stupid.

Last night I had an idea

you were the exact double
of someone I knew.

It was dark, and the light
was in my eyes.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

That's funny.

Which way?

Westwood.

I'm an actress.

Hmm.

I'm going to be an actress.

Mm-hmm.

Listen, could you stop here
a minute, please?

You said the end of the street.

Yes, but I'd like to stop here
a minute, please.

Could you wait a second?

Kathleen?

Edna?

See him? There he is.

Who is he?

I think it was you

he wanted to see.

He telephoned me.

I'm afraid we were rude
at the studio.

Oh...

We had no business there.

Well, I hope you'll both come
and make a real tour--

of the studio.

Who are you?

He's a producer.

He got us mixed up.

Phone me, will you?

Good night, Mr. Stahr.

Oh, good night.

You're lrish.

I've lived in London
a long time.

I didn't think you could tell.

Oh, yes.

You've lived in London?

Yes.

I came out here
a few months ago.

Was it me you wanted to see,
or Edna?

Uh...

I made a silly mistake.

I thought you were wearing
the silver belt.

Oh.

But I wasn't.

No, but it was you
who I wanted to see.

Yes?

Why?

You reminded me of someone.

So you're Mr. Stahr,
the producer?

Mm-hmm.

I suppose the girls are
all after you

to put them on the screen.

They've given up.

You didn't want to put me
in the pictures?

No.

Good.

I feel as if
I had my foot in the door.

Like a collector.

I'm sory,
I can't ask you in.

Well...

Is this all?

Well, I do hope
we'll meet again.

I'd be sory if we didn't.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Will you be running
a movie tonight?

No.

Shall I turn off the lights?

Yes.

Sit down, Mr. Boxley.

I can't go on.
It's a waste of time.

I can't go on.
It's a waste of time.

Why?

You've stuck me with two hacks.

They can't write.

And they... bugger up

everything I write.

Well, why don't you just
write it yourself?

I have.
I sent you some.

That was just talk.
We'd lose the audience.

Talk?

Mm-hmm.

I don't think you people
read things.

The men...

The men are dueling...

when this conversation
takes place.

At the end,
one of them falls into a well

and has to be hauled up...

in a bucket.

Would you write that
in a book of your own?

Of course I wouldn't.

I inherited
this absurd situation.

Let me ask you,

do you ever go to the movies?

Rarely.

Because people are always
dueling

and falling down wells?

And talking a load of rubbish!

Listen...

has your office got
a stove in it

that lights with a match?

I think so.

Suppose you're in your office.

You've been fighting duels
all day.

You're exhausted.

This is you.

A girl comes in.

She doesn't see you.

She takes off her gloves.

She opens her purse.

She dumps it out on the table.

You watch her.

This is you.

Now...

She has two dimes, a matchbox
and a nickel.

She leaves the nickel
on the table.

She puts the two dimes
back into her purse.

She takes the gloves--
they're black.

Puts them into the stove.

Lights a match.

Suddenly, the telephone rings.

She picks it up.

She listens.

She says, "I've never owned
a pair of black gloves

in my life."

Hangs up.

Kneels by the stove.

Lights another match.

Suddenly,

you notice...

...there's another man
in the room...

watching evey move
the girl makes.

What happens?

I don't know.

I was just making pictures.

What was the nickel for?

Jane, what was the nickel for?

The nickel was for the movies.

What do you pay me for?

I don't understand
the damn stuff.

Yes, you do...

or you wouldn't have asked
about the nickel.

Well, Monroe's right.

Lights.

Needs about 20 minutes
out of it.

Twice it just lays there
and goes to sleep.

Well, I've got to go to
that damn writers' ball.

I'll talk to you
tomorrow, Eddie.

What's Eddie, asleep?

Jesus.

Goddamn movie

even puts the editor
to sleep.

He's not asleep,

Mr. Brady.

What do you mean,
he's not asleep?

He's dead, Mr. Brady.

Dead?!

What do you mean,
he's dead?

He-he must have died
during the--

How can he be dead?

We were just watching
the rough cut!

Jesus, I didn't...
I didn't hear anything.

Did you hear anything?

Not a thing.

Eddie...

he probably didn't want
to disturb the screening,

Mr. Brady.

Good evening, Mr. Stahr.

What are you doing here?

I'm with Martha Dodd's party.

What's your name?

Kathleen Moore.

Kathleen Moore.

Hmm.

How do you know her?

Oh.

I met her...

recently.

Are you married?

No.

I must go back now.

I promised this dance.

Can we have lunch
or dinner?

No.

It's impossible.

I must go back.

Thank you for the dance.

Monroe?

Monroe?

Hi, Rod.

Hello, Esther.

Hello, Monroe.

Monroe, come here.

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she beautiful?

Stop.

How are you, Esther?

Great.
Really great.

This is the greatest county
in the world--

eveybody stands a chance
in this county.

There's not going to be
no revolution.

The only people who want
a revolution are the Communists.

And the fairies.

What kind of
a revolution

-do the fairies want?
-A Communist one.

What else?

Do you think Stalin
likes homosexuals?

Homosexuals, eh?

Let me tell you something.

You know, "homo" is
a Greek word.

I come from Europe,
I'm Greek.

That's why he knows so much
about Stalin.

But Stalin ain't Greek.

You're damn right he ain't.

He's a faiy.

He's a bastard, Communist,

Russian faiy--
that's what he is!

Calm down.

Fleishacker,

Iet me tell you something.

After the revolution,

you'll be the only safe one.

You know why?

Because they always need lawyers

after a revolution

to straighten out
the legal end.

What do you think, Monroe?

I think so, too.

You know, uh...

I saw Highway to Tomorrow,

You're right.

You take 20 minutes
out of it,

you got a fine movie.

Possibly.

The shape's not too bad.

The shape is good.

You know why?

Because Eddie is
one of the best cutters

in the business.

Where are you going?

It's early.

It's late.

They talked as if
I'd been dancing

with the Prince of Wales.

Meet me tomorrow.

Mr. Stahr?

I've said I can't.
Isn't that enough?

Not now.

Can I talk to you
for one minute?

Look, tomorrow is Sunday.

Why don't you come
to the studio.

I'll show you
around the studio.

No, I wouldn't like
to see the studio.

You wouldn't?

Monroe, we have that...

Excuse me.

I say, Mr. Stahr...

Look.

Look, where would
you like to go?

I'm a weak woman.

If I meet you tomorrow...

will you leave me in peace?

No, you won't, will you?

So I'll say no...

and thank you.

Going down.

Oh!

What does it take to get
you to leave a party?

You're the one
who wanted to come.

I only agreed to come

because you said
we wouldn't stay so long.

Not in the elevator.

Main floor.

They looked so strange
when I came in,

as if they were furious at me
for not being somebody famous.

I know another way out.

Back up, back up,
let them through.

How old are you?

I've lost track.

About 35, I think.

Where are you from?

I was born on the East Side
of New York.

They said at the table
you were the "boy wonder."

Ah...

Where's your car?

Listen, where will we
meet tomorrow?

I'll come by,
and I'll pick you up at 2:00.

Hmm?

No...

No.

I'll meet you here,
the same spot.

Have you been here all night?

Yes.

I'd like some tea,

if it's a place
you're not known.

There's a place on the coast
where they have a trained seal;

he knows me pretty well.

He bit me once.

But he won't say a word
unless you're rude to him.

What are you hiding?

Nothing.

What'll you have?

Two teas.

Right.

Shake?

See?

He remembers you.

This seal has the memoy
of an elephant.

He likes him...

'cause he's such a charming guy.

Does he respond to affection?

He responds to fish.

This seal's got taste.

Come on out.

Seat.

How long have you known him?

Oh, I've known him

for years.

His father's
an old friend of mine.

But the family histoy
ain't too good.

His mother ran off
with another seal.

Is he good to you?

Well, he's good to me
on the whole.

Only got one problem.

He won't ride in the backseat.

That's right--

climbs over the back
and rides in front.

Now, I know
he's a good driver...

But who owns the car?

Right?

Right!

Here.

Give him this.

Whoa. Thanks.

Well, this is it.

I don't know
why I'm building it.

Maybe it's for you.

Well, I think
it's great of you

to build a big house for me

without even knowing
what I look like.

I didn't know what kind
of a roof you wanted.

I don't need a roof.

What's that for?

The projector.

The what?

The movie projector.

I gave a luncheon
out here last week,

so I had some props
and grass brought out

to see how the place felt.

Is that real grass?

Sure.

Is it from a film set?

No.

Can I walk on it?

Walk.

I'll watch you.

Will you live here alone?

Yes.

Alone with your movie projector?

Mm-hmm.

Where do you live now?

I live in my old house.

What's this?

Oh, the, uh, swimming pool.

Or it will be
a swimming pool.

Well, you need a constant supply
of Nereids to...

plunge and gambol.

Nereids, what's that?

Sea nymphs.

Oh, no.

I'll just come out here
to read scripts.

No distractions.

I lived with a man
for a long time.

Too long.

I wanted to leave,

but he couldn't let me go.

So finally I ran away.

I must go now.

I have an appointment.
I didn't tell you.

That's not true,
but it's all right.

Thank you, I must go now.

We'll do it again?

No, I'm sory,

I'll... write you a letter.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Do you ever go to the movies?

Oh.

Not much.

Why not?

Should l?

Millions of people do.

Why?

Because movies are necessay
to them.

They give them what they need.

What you need.

It's my life.

Have you got them?

Yes.

This wasn't my idea.

Let's go back.

To your house on the beach.

Watch your head.

Comfortable?

I wonder when it's settled.

What?

I mean, there's a moment
when you needn't,

and then there's another moment

when you know that nothing
in the world

can keep it from happening.

Hmm.

I know why you liked me
at first.

Edna told me.

What did she tell you?

That I look like Minna Davis.

Hmm.

You were happy with her?

I don't remember.

You don't remember?

No.

I remember what
she looked like,

but I don't remember
what we were like.

She became vey professional.

She was vey, vey successful.

She answered
all her fan letters.

Eveyone loved her.

I was closest to her
when she was dying.

I'm warm now.

Does the maid live here
or just come for your breakfast?

There'd be a lots for a maid
to do, looking after Mr. Stahr.

Are you going to stay
in California?

Are you?

Huh?

Can't you tell me?

What's the mystey?

Not now.

It's not worth telling.

Come here then.

You're tired.

No, I'm not.

I mean, you work too hard.

Don't be a mother.

What shall I be?

I'll show you.

You've taken off my apron.

It's here I look
like Minna Davis...

isn't it?

No.

It's here.

What was he like?

He was a vey learned man.

He could have taught
all sorts of subjects.

He taught me.

We traveled.

He was vey attractive.

And he was also...

well, he was a king.

I mean, he really
was a real one,

but he was out of a job.

That's what he used to say.

I went everywhere with him.

I belonged to him.

We were too close.

We should probably have had
children to stand between us.

He wasn't really
much like a king,

not nearly as much as you,

but then none of them were.

Then he started to drink.

He tried to force me to sleep
with all his friends.

And l...

I want a quiet life.

I can't stop looking at you.

I don't want to lose you.

I want a quiet life.

Have you lost something?

It might have fallen out.

What?

An envelope.

Is it important?

No, it doesn't matter.

I'll call you?

I haven't got a phone.

What's your real address?

It's just Bel Air,
there's no number.

Bel Air.

Well, Mr. Stahr, good night.

"Mr. Stahr"?

Stahr.

Is that better?

If you like.

This fell out of the car.

Oh, thank you.

Did any of these people want
to speak to me urgently?

All of them.

Oh, yes?

Would you get me
a glass of water?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Make sure you wake me up
at 1 1 :30.

Yes, sir.

"ln half an hour,
I will be seeing you.

"When we say good-bye,
I will hand you this letter.

"lt is to tell you that
I am to be married soon,

"and that I won't be able
to see you after today.

"l should have told you
last night,

"but it didn't seem
to concern you,

"and it would seem silly to
spend this beautiful afternoon

"telling you about it
and watching your interest fade.

"Let it fade all at once, now.

"l am vey flattered that anyone
who sees so many lovely women...

"l can't finish the sentence,

"and I'll be late if I don't go
to meet you straight away.

With all good wishes,
Kathleen Moore."

George!

Come on!

Open up!

You're all mad!

I know that.

But why don't you open up?

Because you're...
you're all mad.

Let's get you out of there.

We'll go and have a drink.

I don't drink in
the middle of the day.

Hello, Mr. Stahr.

Mr. Stahr.

Cheers.

Hello, Mr. Boxley.

What's the trouble?

I am... dangerous...
when I'm drunk.

Watch your step.

I heard you were writing
a script.

Mmm.

That's right.

Here it is.

And, uh...

here's the nickel.

It's...

for the movies.

Get him home.

Stahr!

Stahr, I want
copyright protection

for the scene I just wrote

about a drunken writer
and a producer!

Stahr!

Oh, Mr. Stahr.

Hello.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Drunks.
How are you?

I have a terrible grudge.

What's that?

You forgot to dance
with me at the ball.

The ball.

Oh, God.

One moment you were there and
the next moment you were gone

and you never came back.

I'm sory.

I just... stepped out
for some air,

and then I met a man--
a man I hadn't seen for years.

Then we went for a drive.

I hadn't realized

how that part of Hollywood
had changed.

You can see it vey clearly
at night.

Mm.

Then it was late,

you know,
so I went home to bed.

So that part of Hollywood
has changed, has it?

Yeah, unrecognizable.

What about the man?

What about him?

Did he think that part
of Hollywood had changed?

Yes, he thought so, too.

Well, that must have been
a real nice drive--

both of you just driving around,
thinking the same thing.

Yeah.

Listen, I want

to ask you
a question.

What is it?

Had the man changed?

No.

He was exactly the same.

Old Gus.

Cecilia.

Your father's in conference.

Your father is in
a conference.

Hi, honey.

God, it's like
a steam room in here.

Why don't you open up
some windows?

I am.

I don't know how you
can stand it.

Hey, are you all right?

Your shirt is soaked.

I'm fine, honey.

Just fine.

I'm just bothered,
that's all.

What is it?

Oh, it's Monroe Stahr,

that goddamn Vine Street Jesus.

He's in my hair day and night.

Oh?

What are you talking about?

Oh, he sits there like
a goddamn priest or rabbi,

telling me what
he's going to do,

what he's not going to do.

He's got me half crazy.

Look, um, why don't
you go on outside, honey.

I got some thinking to do.

You're coming with me.

You're going
to wash your face

and put on a clean shirt

and come and do
your thinking outside.

It's beautiful out.

Do you know how long
it's been since...

...we had lunch together?

Have you been drinking?

Okay, honey,
I'll come with you.

You go on ahead
and get some air,

and I'll be with you
in a minute.

You go out and get
some air, honey!

I'll be with you
in just a minute!

Cover her up.

Can I buy you a drink?

I don't usually, uh, drink
with the talent.

I don't usually drink
with the boss.

One before you go.

I'll get it.

Bourbon.

One cube of ice.

You're quite a girl,
Lucienne.

Yes, eveybody likes Lucienne.

Here's to you, kid.

You have the choice,
brown sugar or white

You have the choice

My ghost by day,
my heart by night

Love's dear delay

Love's dread delight.

It's too bad.

I thought you
were coming away with me.

I can't.

You know I can't.

I owe it to him.

I must go to him.

Don't you owe me something, too?

He's my husband.

You had the choice today

But you would never say,
no, you would never say

You had the choice today.

I'll never forget you, kid.

Nor I you.

Remember me to your husband.

Tell him he'll never know you

the way I know you.

I lied.

I will forget you.

I'll forget you by tonight.

Makeup and hair here?

-Yes, Mr. Stahr.
-Yes, Mr. Stahr.

You made her look
like an angel.

I don't know how you've done it.

Congratulations.

-Thank you, Mr. Stahr.
-Thank you, Mr. Stahr.

Those, uh, French girls,

they really, uh,
they've really got depth.

They really know
what it's all about.

Yes, I think they have depth.

Who wrote that scene?

The English writer,
Monroe.

Boxley.

It's the last thing he wrote
before... before he left.

What a great
going-away present.

Who ever heard anyone say,
"Nor I you."

Has anyone ever said,
"Nor I you," to you?

"Nor I you."

Hmm.

"Nor I you."

We'll have to rewrite the scene
and reshoot it.

It's absolute crap.

People don't speak like that.

Do I have any writers
around here

who understand the
way people talk?

Norman.

Yes, Monroe.

Put four writers
on that scene tonight,

and I want to see the rewrites
before they shoot it.

Sure, Monroe.

How much is it going to cost
to reshoot the scene?

Well, the set's
already been struck.

So how much is it going to cost?

Oh, about $50,000.

And we have a preview next week.

I don't care what it costs.

Make it.

I don't know what's wrong
with the scene.

I thought that was
a pretty touching scene.

Do you know
a Miss Kathleen Moore?

What do you mean?

A Miss Kathleen Moore
is on the line.

She said you asked her to call.

Hello.

Who is he?

He's an American.

He took me away.

He brought me here.

I live in his house.

Where is he?

He's away.

He's an engineer.

He'll be back...

next week.

We're getting married.

Are you in love with him?

Oh, yes.

It's all arranged.

He saved my life.

I just wanted
to see you once more.

It's all arranged.

Stop walking.

Come back.

Closer.

Open your cape.

Close your eyes.

I can never get used to the way
night falls here so fast.

There's no twilight, is there?

Not really, no.

It's so sudden.

I suppose some parts
of America are...

gentle.

Are you leaving California?

We might.

I might.

Listen.

What?

Nothing.

Can you drop me here
at this corner?

Good-bye.

Is Mr. Stahr...

She just flew in from New York.

Well, Christ,
she's a vey important actress!

I'm sory, there's nothing
I can do about it.

We have an appointment!

I'm sory,
there's nothing I can...

Mr. Robinson, please...

We've got to get this set
approved by 2:00.

Otherwise,
we're way behind.

I understand,

but there's nothing
I can do for you today.

Now, please go.

You have to make arrangements
for the preview on Friday.

He's escorting me.

I'll do it.

We have to make arrangements
for the preview.

What time shall
I pick you up?

Don't say you're not going...
because you must go.

You're the head
of the studio.

You've no alternative.

What time
shall I pick you up?

Any time.

I'll be here at 7.:00.

Okay.

They're waiting for you,
Mr. Rodriguez.

They're waiting for you
on the mike.

Excuse me!

Didi!

Didi, this is Mr. Fleishacker.

How do you do?

Mrs. Fleishacker.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Here comes Didi.

Excuse me.

Are you happy?

It went vey well.

A really great performance.

You really think so?

Yes.

No kidding,

you were terrific.

Oh... thanks to you...

to you all.

And to you, for changing

that fucking director.

They're waiting for you,
Miss Didi.

I'm coming.

She really looks good!

Let's go to the beach.

What about the party?

They're expecting you
at the party.

Drive me to the beach.

Do you think
you'll ever finish it,

so you can live in it?

I think you like it as it is.

I think you like it
without a roof.

You think it needs a roof?

If you don't want one,
it doesn't need one.

It's your house.

When are you going
back to college?

Any time.

Yes?

Will you hold one moment,
please?

Miss Kathleen Moore.

Hello.

I got your letter.

Yes?

Listen, I must see you.

It's vey difficult.

It's essential. You know that.

Look, we have the weekend.

Come away for the weekend.

I can't.

You must.

We must have time to talk.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

No, you must say yes now.

Say yes.

Yes.

I'll be going away
this afternoon for the weekend.

Cancel all my appointments.

I'll be unreachable.

You're meeting
with Mr. Brimmer

at Miss Brady's tonight
for drinks.

Cancel it--
I'll see him on Monday.

Fine.

This just came for you.

Monroe?

Keep going.

Sugar, Mr. Brimmer?

No, thank you, Miss Brady.

Sugar, Monroe?

No, thank you.

Who designed these rooms--

your father?

My father asked a designer

to design it.

Well, he designed them,
all right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I thought it would be
a nice quiet place

for you two to meet.

Oh, it is.

It's a vey
nice room.

Know California well,
Mr. Brimmer?

No-- I spend most of
my time in New York.

Busy?

Oh, yes.

Your name's well-known here.

And yours is well-known
in New York, Mr. Stahr.

You have done well by water...

and you by land.

What?

Anthony and Cleopatra--

didn't you recognize it?

Shakespeare?

No, I didn't get any
Shakespeare at school.

How about you, Mr. Brimmer?

Oh, a bit.

Where do you come from?

Tennessee.

Baptist.

I'm New York. Jewish.

I know.

Oh, at least
we're all Americans.

We sure are, Mr. Stahr.

Well...

Well, I'm glad
you came out here.

I wanted to talk to you.

You've got my writers
all upset.

Keeps them from going to sleep,

doesn't it?

I want them awake,
but I don't want them crazy.

Well...

...we're simply concerned

that they have
the proper protection.

That's all.

Who from, me?

You're a vey good employer,
Mr. Stahr, but, uh...

we still think that the position
can be...

rationalized.

I'll tell you three things:

all writers are children;

50%% are drunks;
and up till vey recently,

writers in Hollywood
were gag men.

Most of them still are gag men,

but we call them writers.

Uh-huh.

But, uh... they're still
the farmers in this business.

They grow the grain,
but they're not in at the feast.

It looks to me like
a ty for power, Mr. Brimmer,

and I will not give them power.

I'll give them money;

I won't give them power.

Anyway, they're not equipped
for authority.

More coffee, Mr. Brimmer?

No, thank you.

Monroe?

No.

I don't get to meet
Reds vey often.

Are you a real Red?

A real one.

Please do.

Well, I guess some of you
believe in it.

Quite a few.

Not you.

Oh, yes.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Monroe!

Monroe!

All the stars
come here to eat.

Oh, really?

Is, uh... Greta Garbo here?

No.

A pity.

Mr. Stahr...

Good evening, Mr. Stahr.

May I have a picture, please?

Mr. Stahr...

please?

Brimmer.

Want your photograph taken?

If you don't mind,
I'd prefer not.

Wouldn't they have liked that
photograph back in New York?

Same again.

Yes, sir.

Two of us happy and smiling?

Why, they'd have been
tickled pink.

Three of us happy and smiling.

Oh, of course, with the
beautiful boss's daughter.

Well, they'd have liked her.

Did I say

"the beautiful boss's daughter"?

I meant "the boss's
beautiful daughter."

Isn't Mr. Brady your boss?

No, he's not my boss.

And he's not beautiful either.

What's not beautiful about him?

Same again.

Listen.

I like writers.

I understand writers.

Sure you do.

I mean, l...

I don't think that...

I have more brains
than a writer,

I just think that
his brains belong to me.

I know how to use them.

Well, you know yourself
vey well, Mr. Stahr.

Here you are, sir.

Thank you.

Now I know you've been
disappointed in love.

What?

That's your fourth scotch.

Oh, come on,

don't be silly, I never drink.

I know you don't,

but that's your fourth scotch.

Well, I haven't tasted
any of them.

Well, this is the first drink
I had in a week.

Did my drinking

in the navy.

You hear that?

This soapbox son of a bitch

has been working on the navy.

Well, uh...

thanks for the dinner and
the meeting, but I must go.

I have to talk to some people.

You mean, you have friends
out here?

Dessert, sir?

That's right.

No, thank you.

Oh, no, wait.

You've got time.

We're going to go back
to your house.

We're going to have
one game of Ping-Pong,

one more drink...

and then I'm going to tell you
what I really think.

You play Ping-Pong well,
Mr. Stahr?

Is this Ping-Pong?

He can't play.

Saturday is a...
a night to relax.

Hey, you're pretty good.

You're not so bad yourself.

I'm going to beat up Brimmer.

I'm going to handle this thing
personally.

Can't you pay
somebody to do it?

No, I do my own dirty work.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going to beat
the hell out of you,

and I'm going to put you
on a train, Mr. Brimmer.

Now, stop this.

Now, stop it!

This man has
an influence on you.

He has an influence
on all you young people.

You don't know
what you're doing.

Please, go home.

I always wanted
to hit $10 million.

Please... go home.

Can I do anything?

No, really.

Well, uh... thanks.

Thanks for the game.

What happened?

He's gone.

Did I hit him?

Oh, yes, quite badly.

I didn't want to hurt him.

I just... I just wanted
to chase him out, like...

I didn't want to hurt him.

I just wanted
to chase him out.

I guess he got scared
and he hit me.

Do you hold it against him?

Oh, no, l... no, I'm drunk.

I'm drunk.

How would you like to go out
to Doug Fairbanks' ranch with me

and spend the night?

I know he would love
to have you.

There you go.

Sleep.

Monroe.

Monroe, I've called an emergency
meeting of the board at 1 2:00--

my office at the studio.

We'd be glad if you could come.

Morning, darling.

Your Monroe was in great form
last night.

See you later.

Ah, Monroe.

Come in.

Sit down.

I've just been speaking
with New York.

They've asked me to tell you

that they no longer
consider you competent

to negotiate with the writers.

They've asked me
to be the spokesman

of this board in all
further discussions.

They don't consider that, uh,

tying to beat up
the writers' representative

is in the company's
best interest.

I just want to say that this
board endorses these views.

We also recommend that you
go away for a long rest.

Take a break.

Go to Tahiti or somewhere.

This studio will fall
without me.

Take a break, Monroe.

This is a waste of time.

I'll be talking to New York.

They'll be glad
to speak with you,

anytime.

Oh...

and they said, "Be sure and see
a doctor about that eye."

Mr. Stahr.

We'll see the studio
doesn't fall.

I'm sory.

I can't ask you in.

So how do you want the girl?

I want a quiet life.

Any... pain?

Suppose you're in your office...

You've been fighting duels
all day, you're exhausted.

This is you.

The girl comes in.

She doesn't see you.

She takes off her gloves,
opens her purse,

dumps it out on the table.

You watch her.

This is you.

She has two dimes, a matchbox
and a nickel.

She leaves the nickel
on the table,

puts the two dimes
back into her purse,

takes the gloves to the stove,
opens it, puts them inside.

She lights a match.

Suddenly, the telephone rings.

She picks it up.

She listens.

She says, "I've never owned
a pair of black gloves

in my life."

Hangs up, kneels by the stove,
lights another match.

Suddenly, you notice...

there's another man in the room

watching evey move
the girl makes.

What happens?

I don't know.

I was just making pictures.

I don't want to lose you.

I don't want to lose you.