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Thank you.

A lousy appendix.

He should have laid off the booze, too.

The moment he goes into the ground, our
grosses go with him. Right, so before

they take him out of here, we gotta re
-release his movies into every theater

the country. That's why I got the lab
working night and day, grinding out

reprints of the Sheik. Which labs?

Better not be pathetic, Jesse. I got son
of a Sheik running through. Listen,

listen, we've all gotta get together on
this, cash in on this publicity, but

quick. All right, so what's the answer?

Say, sweetie, you look kind of cute all
alone with your posy.

Make a nice picture.

How about a big smile?

Leave me alone.

Hey, don't I know... I know who you are.

Hey, but keep it under my hat. You
wouldn't want those vultures to get

hooks into you.

How about it, Bianca, huh?

A little exclusive about you and Rudy?

Exclusive? It was splashed across every
newspaper in the country.

Yeah, that was over ten years ago.

Then it didn't matter.

He was just an immigrant bumming around
New York. Nothing but a gigolo. He was

not a gigolo. He was a professional
dancer.

It's pretty risky playing around with
somebody like you.

Somebody married to a big noise and the
rackets. It was perfectly innocent.

We were just two lonely foreigners
finding a little companionship on the

floor. Yeah, I heard all about the
private lessons.

Hey, that's great. Now what?

Take a big sniff of the panthers.
They're violets!

Too bad.

From what I hear, panthers would have
been more appropriate.

Very fortunate for me. That was so
exciting to watch.

Rudy, is this gentleman who I think he
is?

Oh, yes, sorry.

This... Vaclav Nizhinsky.

Signor Nizhinsky. This is my very dear
friend Bianca, the solace. A chante.

If you could have just seen him tripping
the life fantastic with that ballet

dancer, he'd have gone bananas.

Talk about dance of a sugarplum fairy.

Bianca was dancing with the fairy.

No, she didn't dance with the fairy. I'm
talking about Valentino.

Well, how'd they look?

They looked as though they were crazy
about one another.

No, not Valentino and the fairy.

Valentino and your wife.

Oh, Christ, do you think they go to bed
together?

No, I don't think they do.

I think the hardest thing ever gets
holding hands while he gives her private

lessons on my dance floor.

They don't call him Saint Rudolpho for
nothing.

All right, listen, baby, I'll be down
there later.

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Hey. Mm?

You keep it warm for me, Toots.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm keeping it warm.

Good afternoon, Miss Billy.

Okay, fellas.

Straighten up. You look like the
hunchback of Notre Dame.

What happened to you?

You sent me for a haircut, Miss Billy.

Not to Alcatraz, I didn't.

Biting your nails again, Federico.

Sorry, Miss Billy.

Keep that up and I'll put you in a
street jacket.

Oh, no, in midsummer. I'm getting a
treat, Miss Billy.

Poached or sunny side up?

Who for Christ's sake are you?

I'm Jimmy Grimaldi, the replacement from
the agency, Miss Billy.

Oh, you are, are you?

Well, you better get some polish on your
shoes, Jimmy, otherwise you're going to

end up shining other people, just like
your predecessor.

I'll try a new cream, Miss Billy. Ain't
there never heard a spit where you

people come from?

The only one to cut any ice out of the
whole bunch of you is St.

Rudolfo here.

Even though he does act as though he
owned the joint.

But I was giving a private lesson,
Billy.

You give too many private lessons.

Lay off the Dothals, Dane.

Circulate more, baby.

Give some of the older broads a whirl.

They tip better.

And while we're at it... Don't go
welching on the tips, Jimmy. It's 50

anybody who forgets that is fired.

And for Christ's sake, smile.

That seems better lined up than the
police, does it?

You dance divinely.

Only with you. With everyone else, I
have two left feet.

I think you are too kind.

I could dance all night with you. In
your arms, I can forget for a moment

am but a slave.

Everyone's a command by the lift of an
eyebrow.

Oh, I can't bear to share you with
anyone.

Come to me tonight.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure
if the health

of my poor widowed mother would permit
it. You dear, sweet boy.

A bientot.

Ma belle madonna del cafe triste.

Would madam honour me with the next
dance?

I've been thinking about what you say.

If I leave him, he'll kill me.

He would never dare to touch the wife of
Rodolfo Valentino.

I have considered it.

You must divorce him.

Oh, Rudy, if only I could.

I know he's cheating on me with every
Korean in town, but anyone crazy enough

testify against him is going to end up
as a hole in the East River.

I will testify.

Valentino is not afraid.

That's wonderful of you, Rudy.

But how would you get the dirt on him?

That won't be difficult.

I... No more tea time hops with day

goats for you, baby.

Hello, pretty boy.

The music is not quite over, senor.

It's for you, sweetheart. Now you go
straighten up your lipstick before your

-gimp guinea. Shut up, goddammit!

Waltzing with wops is one thing, but
he's a pantheon.

Sir, I'm an artist.

A professional dancer.

You know?

I say any guy who dances with another
guy is a powder puff. You got that, Wap?

I didn't tell him.

Ah, Billy.

Someone left the table door open.

Then quit hosting around with the
customers.

You're fired. Get off the floor.

You know, there ought to be a law
stopping you lounge lizards from

this country.

Here, get yourself a bowl of spaghetti.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, waiter.

Show me to the bath table.

I have just become a customer.

Watch the birdie.

I just waited and watched.

I have known about them for some time
now, Bianca dear, but I kept it from you

for fear of hurting you.

We are all creatures of habit.

Soon you will be free of him.

Oh, thank you.

How do you like it? Al dente?

Oh, Rudy, any way you like.

Oh, it's such a relief.

If you only knew what I've been through.

He frightens me.

Right after the divorce, we must go away
somewhere I'll be safe.

In California, on my farm.

There you will be safe.

That farm's a dream.

Already, in one year, I saved $800, and
that is no dream.

Soon, we'll have one just like that.

And there's my diploma of agriculture to
prove it.

How about your mama's steamship ticket?
You're saving up for that, too,

remember? It won't be expensive.

I owe it to her.

When father died, she worked very hard
to bring up the family and send me here.

Wait till you meet her.

We don't have to wait.

I could sell my jewelry tomorrow for
plenty.

That belongs to you and Joey.

I wouldn't dream of it.

And you won't mind taking him along?

Every farmer needs a family.

I'll have a head start.

Be patient.

We'll soon have enough to get married.
We've got the money.

Now what's stopping us?

Rudy, we can't live here.

It would not be honorable for me to
accept money from you.

But you take money from other women.
What's the difference?

The difference is I love you.

They buy my flattery and my time, but my
love is not for sale.

Eddie, stop!

Go for the front door. Walk up.

Walk up.

I got him.

That's enough, you bastard.

Shut up.

Now you're going to get what's coming
for you.

Keep that thing quiet.

Let him out of there, Rocky.

You're not taking it from me.

You beat the murder rap on the grounds
you act on a maternal instinct.

I guess you did mean your son.

You believe that story Valentino died of
ulcers or appendix or something?

I don't think I like that. Only 31 years
old, had everything anybody could ever

want. All the women in the world at his
feet.

What did he have to worry about to get
ulcers? You think maybe your husband's

old pals rubbed him out? You know, a
slug of arsenic, a bullet in the gut.

Hey, you gotta admit, they ran out of
New York, chased him all the way to

Hollywood. Some skeletons should be
allowed to rest in their closets.

Bridger and Mathis, aren't you? No.

He was jumping on the bandwagon.

Mussolini even sent a guard to honor
him. He hated Rudy's movies.

Say, there's a story flying around that
he actually died in your arms.

Is that true?

No.

But if you've got the story, why do you
want the truth?

Oh, give me a break, June. All I need is
one little quote coming from you to

mean something.

After all, you did launch the guy.

You make it sound like a battleship.

Not that he didn't always have some kind
of a fight on his hands.

What would you call him?

In a word.

In a word?

To me, he was... a dancer.

That's right. He was a gigolo.

Listen, by the time he hit Hollywood,
he'd climbed out of the ballroom. He was

cabaret.

He was a partner to an exhibition dancer
on the skid. He carried that act in

more ways than one.

Funny how he was dependent on some dame
all... all his life.

Is that where you discovered him, in a
cabaret?

I just happened to be at Baron Long's on
the night of his... farewell

performance.

You've got two more shows yet. How about
easing up on that, huh? Look!

I've been in this business 20 years. I
know my limit. Sister, you are the

Can I have a look at the Valenti?

Valentino. Hey, Valentino. Hey, anything
you've got to say to him, you can say

to me. It's my act, not his.

Okay, and you listen to me.

You know, I've got a bunch of these
movie crowds coming in for the next

and they're pretty bad ones, so I'm
warning you. What do you expect?

Los Angeles is still a cow town.

Right. Then don't try sleeping this joke
at the ball.

You're not satisfied with our act, I
take it, Mr. Long?

Baron Long, if you don't mind.

Ah, excuse me. Ah, come on, she's no
power over the hill. She's below sea

I know this isn't a coconut grove, but I
expect something for my money. I fell

for your chart.

Without this ruby slob, I'm just another
beer joint.

She'd better get Miss Tania to tighten
up her two -step.

You'll both be practicing on the
sidewalk.

Get the dress.

See you out there in 20 minutes.

Over.

See you later.

Charming individual.

You'll forgive me, Miss Tane, but
perhaps it has a point.

If you'd awakened in time for a curse...
Oh, stow the eager beaver stuff.

Anytime you want to... That two -bit
musical I found you in in Omaha.

Anytime you want to catch up to it,
okay.

Or New York.

Maybe you want to walk back into that
DeSalt Smith.

A little hot for you still, huh?

No!

You're lucky to be touring the boonies
after what you did.

Killing a man.

If you're keeping those lapels polished
for a comeback, forget it.

They have a long memory in New York.

They seem to have forgotten you.

Easily enough.

Mr. Kid Glove. Is that what all those
ladies paid you for?

A real lady never pays for anything,
Miss Tane.

They're right.

Well, God help you, Junior.

If you ever have anything worth taking,
some bright bitch is going to give you

the ride of your life.

Hey, I'm sorry.

It wouldn't have worked out with you and
that Saul's dame anyway.

What's the other one?

Hey girls, a big train in a small
tunnel, just like last night.

obscure them with your chin.

Permit me to complete your dance card.

El Chocolo!

Don't tell me I know!

Japan!

I'm sure he's going to be mad at me.

You are much better off without that,
Elefante.

My mouth is good. Yeah. Good, huh? Yeah.

Nice and creamy.

Yeah.

They don't like me ordering them. Like
how he has to lose weight.

Then he'd have nothing to chuck

around.

Sorry about this little mess here.

My maid ain't on tonight.

You mean you live here all alone?

Yeah.

I'm getting a bigger spot, too. Soon as
I get a raise.

One more picture.

My contract's up for renewal.

Picture? Yes.

I guess you're not exactly a charter
member of my fan club, huh?

No, I'm sorry.

I don't go to many movies.

But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere
before.

Yeah? Well,

don't worry about it.

There's plenty to have.

You ain't even seen the poster for my
new movie?

They're all over...

I've just arrived from Omaha.

Yeah?

Well, say, you ought to try to picture
yourself where you're staying for a

while. You got a lot of style.

I mean, that's a strictly professional
compliment.

I haven't had much acting experience,
I'm afraid.

Acting? No.

All you need in movies is to look
sincere.

Let me tell you, brother, looking
sincere in this town is a lot of hard

There must be more tracking than that.

No, silly.

Nobody even hears a word you say.

So lots of times when I'm supposed to be
saying my lines, I just mouth a lot of

cuss words. Try and wake up the kids on
the crew.

Maybe you can teach me a few cuss words.

Sure.

I do feel kind of responsible for you.

Losing your job and all.

What's the, um...

Lady taking care of you?

I'm unattached, unemployed, no strings.

Well, you'll do all right.

Would you believe it?

Last year, I was waiting tables in
Dallas.

Just imagine.

Well, Richard, what do you think?

He looks what he is, a dancehall gigolo.
Come on, Richard. What do you expect?

He's a Keystone II reeler. Now forget
the part he's playing and use your

imagination.

Oh, now there's a possibility.

Wally Reed.

Hey, don't laugh.

He's a star. Big box office. Not a bit
player like your man.

You see, honey, Wally's the boy next
door all the women love. Listen, I know

women of America.

And they want a vamoose from the boy
next door.

Valentino's their ticket to a faraway
land of romance.

Now, remember, our hero in the movie is
from South America.

Not South Dakota.

You give Reed sideburns and a bottle of
brilliantine and he's as Latin as, uh,

well, you know, um, as a Mexican jumping
bean.

More like six foot of homegrown corn.

Mm.

Well, at least he's tried and tested.
We're making a million -dollar movie.

can I take a chance on an unknown like
Valentine?

Valentino. Valentino. You liked him when
he danced with Barron Long.

Our picture isn't going to be one long
tango. The parkour's for a great Latin

lover. The schmuck looks like a tailor's
dummy.

Well, he does have to dance with her.
The only time Wally looks good is when

he's holding a football.

my Richard.

What do you say?

Well, he wears a custard pie as well as
the next man, but honey, he'd look

better carrying a tray than carrying a
picture.

I've seen enough. No, wait a minute. No,
wait a minute. Okay, wait. Now, that

was a mistake, but wait a minute. I want
you to see him in something romantic. I

want you to see him in something
dramatic.

Honey, I can't offer this guy to a
director like Rex Ingram.

He'll buy it. Don't you forget, you
didn't want Rex either until I sold him

you. Bert, Bert, can you kill this and
run the Married Virgin?

Married Virgin?

What I hear of Valentino, it's perfect
casting.

Sorry, Judy.

Well, at least give him a screen test.

It would be a waste of good film stock.

Hey, isn't this the jerk that married
that star, what's her name, Gina? And on

their wedding night, she locked him out
of the honeymoon suite? Hey, this guy

doesn't want a screen test. He wants a
sex test.

Awesome boy next door, Wally Reed. Can
he get through a day without cocaine?

At least Wally sniffs it, which is more
than Valentino does for his wife.

Oh, Richard, now come on.

You've got to trust me.

If the test is no good, you pay for the
film stock.

You've got a deal.

Okay.

Skip the rest, Bert. Send all the stuff
back to the distributors.

You look as if you're lost.

Miss Mathis? That's me.

Your secretary said I should come right
on up.

You are not Mr. Rudolph Valentino by any
chance.

It's Valentino right now, but I'm
figuring on change to Rudolph.

I mean, Richard Valentine.

Howdy, ma 'am.

Pleased to meet you.

Afraid I'm much early, but I guess I'm
just a natural getter.

and go get her.

Well, I'm not sure that you're early
enough.

Richard, we were just checking through
your credits.

I have my credentials right here. My
diploma.

I graduated with first class honors.

Diploma? Yes, right there.

Collegio Reale Agrico... The Royal
Agricultural College

of Genoa?

Not unlike Yale in many ways.

And you want to cultivate a big crop of
lettuce here in California, right?

Not lettuce.

Oranges.

Oranges? Yeah, I aim to buy an orange
grove.

But my mother is far from well. And
first I must make some money to bring

over from Italy.

Well, maybe you're about to do just
that.

You know why you're here?

You are writing a screenplay. And I'll
watch me for the hero, I hope. Am I

right?

Do you know what thought of a hero?

There's only one thought.

The clean -cut American boy.

And as you can see, I'm as Yankee as
they come. Yeah, but the hero of the

Horsemen of Apocalypse is a gaucho from
Argentina with a taste for the tango.

And he's Latin.

Count Rodolfo Alfonso Raffaele, Pietro
Filiberto, Guillermo de Valentino, and

Antonio Guala. At your service,
signorina.

Of course, it's a gamble. Who ever heard
of a dago playing a dago? At least, I

said, let's give the guy a screen test.
Well, the rest is history.

June? Hello, June.

Morning, folks.

Just running the tango scene, Richard.
Trying out some music.

That sounds good. Okay, I'm going to
leave you here with June, the judge, for

yourselves. Let me know what you think.

Is that Valentina?

Well, he certainly can dance.

I like.

Yes, I like very much.

Very good.

Oh, beautiful, beautiful animal.

Like a tiger. He moves like a tiger.

Brave. What sensuality.

Oh, how clever you are, Mirushka.

Thank you, Mr. Moore.

I think he's got class.

This is the guy you've been looking for.

If he can act.

With you, they don't have to act.

What a treasure.

Oh, dear Bochka, come and meet my latest
discovery.

Natasha Rambova.

Hi, Natasha.

Hello. Since last night, she's my new
designer.

Two discoveries in one day?

What dignity. I must meet him today.
Where is he?

Well, at the moment, they're out in the
valley shooting a battle scene. If you

like him, you'd better stake your claim
right now. Because when this movie's

released, there's going to be a second
gold rush.

Merci, ma chérie.

Oh, what glamour. What elegant.

Oh, like a woman.

Maybe his wife thought so.

Oh, you know...

Every day is Halloween in Tinseltown.

Where is he?

Where is my sweet Armand?

Hey,

Nazeema, but we missed it. One more time
for the New York Post.

What a shame.

She would have made the Morris front
page for sure.

Paramount, my love, it is I, your
Camille.

I must be brave.

I remember that fateful meeting.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse
were...

Symbolism. What an awful lot of horse
shit.

Andrew, my boy. Yes, sir. Your outrage
was committed.

Well, thank you, sir. You like your job?
Yes, sir. Then you better learn to

recognize the untranquilina metro.

Get me a drink.

Any more, sir? Take it to Valentino.
That woman will be the death of me.

Reload! Death?

No, death is truly symbolic.

Our meeting on this wasteland harbingers
death of commerce.

And for you, my dear sweet boy, birth of
art.

You can take your art, lady, and stuff
it up your ass.

Natasha, translate, please. He has
been...

He says that me is good drop.

Oh, okay.

Do rock. Yup. Do I you much?

That's not Valentino. He's over there

Well, where is he? Over there.

Sorry. You will forgive me, Miss
Nazimova, for saying so, but I don't

Rudy's really exactly in the mood for
company.

I beg your pardon?

I am sorry. It's just that, well, he's
had a letter from Italy this morning.

His mother just passed away.

have found Ararmo.

We'll have to do something about this
awful irony.

That I could have sacrificed my life for
him in reality, as I sacrificed myself

for him long ago in Camille. Do you have
a plan on making a comeback now's the

moment? I am waiting for the right
vehicle.

A hearse, yes.

Did the failure of Camille set back
Valentina's career?

Camille was a triumph.

Only moneylenders equate box office
receipts with artistic merit.

Camille was turning point in Valentino's
life. Is it right that he turned down a

part of John the Baptist in your
homosexual production of Salome? He was

unavailable. So Rudy never worked with
you again? Oh, poppycock.

We worked on history of dance project.

Russian ballet, Greek dancing, big
production.

We even made toy board in my own home.

Isn't that so, Natasha?

Only no studio would finance it. No
vision.

Were you the art director on that one,
Natasha?

Naturally.

We were torn apart physically for a
while

evil forces in Hollywood

But we never lost contact on the
spiritual plane.

Which ended with his death.

Not at all. Has Valentino any message
for his host of worshippers?

He has a message for everyone.

Dreaming when dawn's left hand was in
the sky, I heard a voice from out the

heavens cry, Awake, my little one, and
fill the cup before

life's liquor in it flasks. be dry.

He's advocating an end to prohibition?

Is that a quote from his book of poems?
Sounds more like a Rubaiyat than Rudy.

Under my tutelage, Valentino became both
a poet and a disciple of Omar Khayyam.

Is Omar the spirit medium through which
you contact Rudy?

Misalopy.

Misalopy?

Who's Misalopy?

Take the bones of Miss Allaby and cast
them in the sand before me.

What is Miss Allaby?

A key from the past to unlock the
mysteries of the future.

Miss Allaby was the high priest to the
god Osiris in Egypt 3 ,000 years ago.

Sacra Madonna.

What do you see?

Do you see love?

I see trouble.

Hi, Rudy.

I just saw the dailies. You're terrific.

We're going to wrap early, Rudy, because
we've got a life problem.

Hello, Natasha. What are you doing here?
Having a picnic?

Did you save those bones for my dogs?

I'd really like to send your dresser
home early.

It's all right, George.

I'll manage.

Just remember to fold everything away
neatly. Yes, George.

Well, watch out for sand snakes.

And if you ever want a job as a slave
girl, just give me a ring.

Fine.

If you ever want to learn how to run a
studio, just give me one.

Good night, Mr. Lasky.

Good night.

And try to save a little something for
the big rape scene tomorrow, huh?

Let's go, George.

Here with a loaf of bread beneath the
bough.

A flask of wine.

A book of verse.

And thou beside me singing in the
wilderness.

Wilderness is paradise enough.

Did you write that?

Omar Khayyam.

Hey, maybe he can write our subtitles.

He's sort of retired.

Anyway. Be kind of a mouthful to say
during a big rape scene, don't you

You couldn't, by any chance, be kidding
me, could you?

I've never been more serious.

You've got to be careful now.

Poor Horseman and Camille made you a
star.

They were quality movies.

You shouldn't be wasting your talent on
this chic stuff.

Methelope's bones?

No, my own.

Your bones told me to leave Metro.

And you doubled your salary.

The next step is script approval.

What if Latke refuses?

Kiss him goodbye.

Become independent and produce your own
films.

And Zimova did it.

Do you think any of the majors would
have backed a work of art like Salome?

Those shoe peddlers think ours, Gratia
Artis, means a great piece of ass.

How is Salome?

I finished my set designs last week.

And now I'm teaching Nisimava the dance
of the seven veils.

You should be playing Salome yourself.

You like it there.

I would give half my kingdom for you to
finish it.

Well, where is it? Where is what?

Half your kingdom.

Natasha, you know I love you.

Promises, promises. That is Herod. He
wouldn't pay up either.

I meant I would give you anything.

Yes, I know what you were planning to
give me.

Can you blame me?

Yes, but you were cheating.

You can't give me half your kingdom
because it already belongs to your wife.

Wife? You know my marriage to Jean is no
marriage at all.

I know she's suing you for separate
maintenance.

The whole thing was a disaster.

Yes, I heard about the honeymoon fiasco.

They say that when it got right down to
it, you couldn't even pay the bill.

I was down on my luck.

Yes, and when your luck changed, you
walked out on her.

She did the walking, not me.

Then you should file a... Craft
complaint.

For divorce.

I couldn't.

Last time I got mixed up in a divorce,
somebody got hurt.

Besides, it's not honorable to sell a
woman's reputation in the court.

A court? A tent? What's the difference?

If I sue for divorce, would you accept
it?

Except what?

Half my kingdom.

I never do anything halfway, darling.

That's one thing you should learn about
me right now.

That I'm going to become your wife.

Natasha.

You make me the happiest of men.

And you promised to bolt it away neatly
for the big rape scene tomorrow.

Now, would you get dressed?

You look silly lying there in nothing
but a turban.

I'm the Sheik of Araby Your love belongs

to me At night when you're asleep

Into your tent I'll creep The

stars that shine above Will light our
way to

life You'll rule this land with me,

the Sheik of Araby.

Over the desert wild and free, rides the
bold sheik of

Araby.

His Arab band, at his command, follow
his love's

caravan.

Under the shadow of the pond,

he thinks to call her to his arms.

You talk us into doing a storyboard for
the next movie, then you sell it to the

press as pornography.

Oh, but I did not plan it that way.
Please believe me, dear Vouchka.

We will still make the dance film, yes?

We will still make the dance film, no.

Miss Zellope says it's time to change
partners.

I'm getting married. Oh, but you can't.

Spaghetti and divorce is not final.

This is big on me. Not in Mexico, it's
not. And his name is Rudolph.

You're not very lucky with your wedding
night, son.

I'm sorry to bother you, but it's
important.

It must be to tear you away from Sunday
brunch.

Rudy is in big trouble.

What's the matter? Is he hurt? No, no,
no, nothing like that. He's in jail.

Jail? In jail, the cops are holding him
on a bigamy charge. He and Natasha got

antsy, you see. So they skipped across
the border for a Mexican marriage and

they got caught on the way back.

Now, June, if he's convicted, it's good
for one to five years.

And the D .A. has set the bail at $10
,000 on a Sunday, the bastard.

Have you tried Alasky?

Yes, yes, but he's not taking any calls.

Then we'd better make a call on him.

In person. I've got my car right
outside.

Hurry, hurry, George.

We don't want to spend time in jail.

Afternoon, Mr. Lasky.

It's very good of you to see us.
Naturally, it's pretty important or we'd

dream of bothering you. What are you
doing about getting Valentino out of

Nothing. But he's your biggest star.

$10 ,000 is chicken feed to the studio.
You made a fortune out of him.

Why spend $10 ,000 to get him out when
we're getting a million dollars worth of

free publicity with him on the inside?

How do I explain that to the
stockholders?

That's inhuman.

It's strictly business.

The more the press knocks the boy, the
bigger the box office.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

And thanks anyway.

You're welcome. I'm good.

He thinks more of that damn monkey than
he does of Rudy.

Lousy ten grand.

Makes me want to spit. Have you tried
Natasha's bath?

He's a big shot in the cosmetic business
or something, isn't he? A big shot.

Richard Hodna June is the cosmetic
business.

He sprang for Natasha, all right.

Bail for resisting arrest isn't a hell
of a lot more than that guy's used to

dropping in a restaurant. But Rudy, he
didn't want to know about it.

Damn it, I'd lay out the dough myself,
but I'm between pictures. Well, I'm not

between pictures.

Call my lawyer just as soon as the
bank's open tomorrow, George.

Hey, June, come on. You haven't got that
kind of money.

I've got a few bucks tucked away. What
do you think I'd spend it on?

Champagne baths and black silk formals.
Just don't tell Rudy where it came from.

He'd never take it. Are you sure you
won't change your mind and come along? I

know he'd appreciate it.

Just drop me off at the studio, George.

Well, it's a shame that he won't know
that you're the one pal who pulled for

in a pinch. Oh, come on.

Cut the hearts and flowers, George.

He's my bread and butter.

They've got you in the tank.

Thank God it's you, George. I thought I
would be here all night.

I'm sorry, Rudy.

Natasha's out for 500, but your 10 grand
has been too much of a stickler.

What about Lasky? The studio? Well, what
can I say? I guess they're scared of

public opinion. A charge of bigamy is a
lot more serious than just biting a

policeman. But I am legally divorced.

Not in California, you're not. In
California, it takes a year for a

become final.

That's why we got married in Mexico,
where they don't have that law.

California where they do.

Okay, Natasha, come on. You're getting
out of here, but Rudy has to wait for

banks to open.

Don't worry, Rudy.

My stepfather will stand for bail.

He owes it to you for taking me off his
hands.

Please, Natasha, I'd rather you didn't.
Look, Rudy, I... Don't worry about it,

okay? Worry?

Worry about what, George?

Nothing. Nothing. Okay, come on,
Natasha. Let's get on.

Take this and remember this.

Where are we?

I promise you most secretly, my darling.

Yes, my love.

I'll get that little worm mask you've...
this if it takes me the rest of my

life.

Chin up, Rudy.

Come the dawn, you'll be as free as a
bird. Just keep holding it.

Lover boy, another nice strong mug of
coffee.

Thanks, much obliged.

You're welcome.

I don't guess you was figuring on
sleeping too much tonight anyways, huh?

I'm not a chan.

That's sound broad.

Too bad we couldn't have obliged for the
honeymoon suite.

Would have been quite an education
peeping through the bars with seeing

got there hanging between your legs.

The eighth wonder of the world, they
say.

And I'll bet the blessing bride could
have showed us a trick or two.

Now,

that's a naughty boy.

Gonna have to teach him a lesson.

Like, uh, taking away his toilet
privileges.

It's a shame!

Because there was a little something in
that coffee you've been drinking all

day. to make you want to piss all night.
Hey, Willie! We've got the world's

greatest expert here tonight.

Why don't you ask him for a few pointers
on split -tail anatomy?

Poor Willie! He's been inside so long,
he's forgotten what it looks like.

You must have suffered. I moved heaven
and earth to get you out of there. I was

just reading the judges' summing up.

Seems it was all a mistake anyway.

Mexican laws aren't recognized in the
state of California.

So, the ceremony was null and void.

Neither was the marriage consummated.

So I read. The prison bars got in the
way.

I'm truly sorry.

Now, that's all over forgotten.

Let's get down to it. Then we'll talk
under the sheet.

And while you're at it, why not...

and son of the sheik. I'm happy to say
that the board of directors have just

given the nod.

It's a little pet project, but it's been
the works for some time now, Ruth.

Namely, originally yours truly.

We're not interested in a raise. We're
interested in double our present salary.

It would be most appreciated if you
could make yourself available for makeup

tests and costume fittings on Monday.

We're not interested in trying on any
new turbans just now, thank you.

Nor are we interested in pictures which
debase our talent. This we we insist

upon overusing, Miss Hudnut. This is
editorial.

Or do we now think we're the Queen of
Sheba?

From now on, I want script approval.

That's ridiculous, Rudy.

Nobody gets script approval.

Fairbanks and Pickford get script
approval.

But they own their own studio. They are
United Artists.

Artists. A bunch of phony curls and a
muscle -bound mustache.

He's a bigger star than both of them.
He, until a few short years ago, was a

-bit dancehall gigolo.

If it wasn't for me, you would be
bankrupt.

I made you millions, and you offer me
trash.

Unless you honor the period of my
contract, I will be compelled to find

elsewhere. The only work you'll find,
young man, is waiting on tables in some

spaghetti joint.

Your contract here is two more years to
go. And if you so much as take a

pratfall and a Mexican two -reeler, I'm
going to slap an injunction on your

little Italian ass.

Well, we could use the vacation.

Vacation, huh? Two years off the screen
and he'll be dead and buried.

To my public, I will never die.

And when Valentino returns, he will not
reward their loyalty with rubbish.

That moves the universe.

The song that wakes the day.

The wave that soothes the sand.

The giving hand.

The magic of a touch.

The peace of afterglow.

The mystery of night.

The promise of delight.

You make me smell like a shopping list.

The thrill of surrender.

The fount of all pleasure.

The power of religion.

My meaning for existence.

My vision of heaven.

My life eternal.

My love.

My friend.

You're a doggerel, darling.

But I like the sentiment.

Then you must help me.

Turn it into poetry.

We'll work on it after lunch.

I think we'll have to set another place.

I think it's even newspaper man.

Do you think we ought to make a run for
it?

There's nowhere left to run to.

Good morning.

George Allman.

I represent Mineral Lava Toiletry.

Well, we haven't got a cent between us.

I hope you've got some free samples.

Oh, you betcha.

Although, I don't think your lady here
is in need of them, Mr.

Valentino. Natasha, a fan.

Oh, yes, sir.

I've seen all your films.

Four Horsemen, Rotten Sand, The Sheik.

Of course, I haven't seen one in quite a
while.

In a long while.

Over a year now.

And we've never been happier in our
lives.

Gruzo and Robinson.

Our own island.

Who needs Man Friday?

No one. Who would settle for sand and
seaweed soup.

I know about you losing your suit, but
Lasky, I also know you owe your lawyers

$50 ,000.

Money which you could very well use
right now. But I guess that's beside the

point. The president said that you're
washed up.

But I think differently. My card.

Mineral of a toiletries. He's not
kidding.

Oh, no, ma 'am.

We have the largest range of ladies'
aids, of beauty clays, the continental U

.S. Save, of course, for Richard Hudnutt
Cosmetics, Miss Hudnutt. I am not Miss

Hudnutt. I'm Natasha Rambova.

And soon, she will be Mrs.

Valentino. Again.

Beg your pardon.

All the same, Miss Rambova, I don't
think your father would like you even

looking at that card, much less even...
There's one thing you should learn about

me right now.

My stepfather's opinion is of little
consequence to me, Mr. Holmes.

Good.

Does that mean, then, that you
overreject my proposition on those

Just what is your proposition?

Undertaking a tour? The stages of
America.

Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph Valentino. An
exercise, an interpretive dance, with a

kind words thrown in for the product as
a finale.

Vaudeville? You must be out of your
mind.

She must have been talking to the people
over at Mineral Lava, because that's

exactly what they said.

Stick to booking dog acts in Vaudeville.

Do you expect me to appear in
Vaudeville?

with Vladimir Kozlov, then before the
crown, heads of Europe?

Anna Pavlova did.

Pavlova, huh.

We're artists, not acrobats.

You're also broke.

Look, I don't want to spend the rest of
my life in the perfume business any more

than you want to spend yours here on the
rock.

I'd like to take you over, manage you.
To prove my potential, I've already

convinced Mineral Lava to cough up $7
,500 a week. Now that's more than you

made in movies.

Total artistic control.

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Thirsty?

What about Lasky's injunction?

I can't perform for anyone but him.

That injunction only covers acting.

Not a word in there about dancing.

Are you positive?

My lawyers checked it out. Are you
thirsty?

Natasha, what do you think?

I just don't know, Rudolph.

What are you doing now?

I'm starting our present business.

What did he say?

The zealot, he says he's thirsty.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Just one moment, please.

On behalf of my wife, Natasha.

One moment.

On behalf

of my wife, Natasha.

and myself, I would like to thank you
for the great ovation.

In the 53 cities we have so far visited
on our tour, this is the warmest

reception we have ever received.

I would also like to thank the makers of
Mineralava, who made possible our

appearance here tonight.

I'm talking about appearances.

My wife holds her lovely complexion
solely to mineral lava beauty clay.

Nature's answer to old skin problems.

I prefer mineral lava to all other
beauty products, including daddy's.

Typical. Always biting the hand that's
better.

Excuse me, sir, but you have to keep
your remarks to yourself or else leave

theater.

Laskin?

I didn't recognize you. No reason why
you should, old man.

We've never met.

I want you to break his contract with
Mineral Alpha.

You will be the loser by it.

I'll pretend you didn't say that, okay?

What's wrong? You represent him now,
don't you?

I was referring to your agent's fee.

Well, you know his terms.

As you mean.

$10 ,000 a week, his own chauffeur
-driven limousine, and he'll even throw

bungalow on the lot.

Gee, that even sounds reasonable.

But the final decision doesn't rest with
me. You mean Mrs.

Valentino. That's why I'm giving them
script approval and putting her on the

payroll as autistic advisor.

Well, there's someone else to consult.

What? Whoever it is, let me talk to him
and fast.

Mr. Raffi, I don't think you'd want to
do that. What are you talking about? Why

wouldn't I want to do that?

You see, he's been dead 4 ,000 years.

Oh, the goddamn bones.

Remember, darling...

Get you from the Bronx. You're a
countess.

Swoon, Lorna, swoon.

More restraints, Rudy.

More restraints. Run your hands through
his hair.

Don't mutt his hair.

Flutter your eyelids.

Just a flicker of a smile, darling.

Roll your eyes.

That's it, Rudy. No. More.

Start closing your eyes. Start opening
your eyes.

Die of love. Look at her cynically.

Die of ecstasy. More cynically.

More still.

Are you ready for it?

Stand by now.

Stand by.

Kiss.

You think she tells him what to do in
bed?

Do you think we could say...

He's yellow.

Whoever he is, I'll fight him here and
now. Lorna's right. He's yellow. He's

worth bothering about.

Let's get back to work.

There will be no more shooting on
Valentino unless the culprit owns up.

What's going on now, Natasha?

Another makeup problem?

Someone dropped this on Rudy from the
rails.

A pink powder puff.

Who would do a thing like that?

Unless the guilty person or persons
responsible for the...

thoughtless act owns up.

There will be no more shooting on
Valentino today.

Nobody's going to own up because nobody
wants to get fired.

Hey, Jesse, if you ask me, that sounds
like victimization.

If you want to be fair about this thing,
fire everybody.

I don't want anybody fired. I just want
to fight them.

I give my solemn promise that if the
person or persons responsible for this

thoughtless act, steps forward here and
now and apologizes, the apology will be

accepted and no further action taken.

Natasha, I must go back in there.

That'll look funny. You just walked out.

Because I love you.

They're tearing us apart.

Why? Can't it be like it was before?

It will be.

It will be.

After this one, we can say goodbye to
Lasky Parade.

United Art.

George just fixed the deal. He's coming
over to the house this afternoon with

the contracts.

Well, that's what you always wanted.

Oh, darling, all I've ever wanted is to
work beyond the reach of every hampus

with the key to the screening room.

I'll be the production designer, the
writer, the director.

You'll play the part of your life.

The dark -skinned moor, the bearded,
sort of intellectual Othello.

The Falcon will be the perfect film
because it'll be the work of one person.

Us.

That's wonderful, dear.

But now I must go back inside there.

Or forever lose my self -respect.

Self -respect?

I'd call it vanity.

But if you really want to win the
respect of the crew, you better screw

little whore Lorna.

And make sure everybody knows about it.

Hey, stop back here, you!

What's she like?

I've never met her.

Oh, yeah?

Honestly, I'm truly... Like you truly
wanted to rehearse the love scene in the

lunch break?

Oh, I never dreamed that this could
happen.

I mean, with all the women that you must
have. Not to mention your wife, I mean.

You know, I'm not going to accept
another date all week. Just so I can lie

bed and remember this.

All the others will just be...

memory. I just won't be able to stop
thinking about this moment.

Confess. Have there been many others,
Lorna?

They don't count.

I often dream of you when I'm with
another man.

Doesn't bother you, does it?

The other men, I mean.

Oh, women are meant to be loved, Lorna.

You've just been getting too much. All
those starlets and God knows how many

fans. Not to mention your wife.

Hurt me.

Don't be gentle.

Imagine you're the sheik on your big
white stallion crushing the life out of

in your arms.

Don't be gentle.

Hurt me.

Do something.

Look. Look.

Look. It's the desert.

Close your eyes.

Trust me, honey. I've been over this a
thousand times.

It's the desert.

Merciless, beating sun.

Heat waves shimmying from the purple
dune.

My lip is rimmed with sweat.

Perspiration, excuse me. You're welcome.
The clothes are sticking to the

contours of my damp body.

You come riding up.

You reach down.

We're going to be late for work.

Well, Sidney.

Well, Rudy.

Let's go.

Are we waiting on Mrs.

Valentino? No.

Let's go.

That's great. We can pick it up from
where we left off.

You hear a noise behind the door, and
you give it. No.

Let's do the laugh scene all over again.

Party mechanical.

And I think Lorna and I can improve on
it now.

We sure could, lover.

Maestro, make with the music.

What's the matter?

It's not a war, is it?

The U .A. contract.

George is spelling out the small French.

That's a very good deal, Rudy. It's a
half a million dollars a year.

And I'm not even allowed past the studio
gates.

The bastards.

Natasha, for God's sakes.

They're merely saying that your presence
won't be required during any stage of

the production. That's all. That's
impossible.

Damn it, Rudy.

Now, Huey is adamant.

We don't need United Artists. We don't
need anyone.

We'll make the Falcon ourselves.

Without his help, they are a bastard.

Well, if you were to mortgage this
house, these art treasures, your cars...

She wanted a cause, giving her the right
to play the female lead, even direct.

We were doing fine until she started
hauling for the moon.

It's killing me. You know that, don't
you?

After Boquer, there's nothing to keep us
here.

A jug of wine, a book of verse, and thou
beside me in the wilderness.

I'm too old for beachcombing.

Beach? You can't grow anything on a
beach.

What do you mean?

I've still got my diploma of
agriculture.

What's to stop us getting that orange
grove?

Produce the Valentino seedless navel
together.

I would hope that destiny had promised
us a richer fate than that.

But... we shall see.

Penelope, what is our destiny to be?

Are we to seek new horizons for our...

To continue working together?

We're to stay in films, but work
separately?

Yes?

Who cares what Miss Elfie says?

We'll do it together, just like before.

No, I could make a film.

Fine, fine.

I'll arrange anything you need.

I just want us to be together.

It'll be all right.

We'll be together.

Just as soon as that thing you are is
gone, then we'll be together forever.

But we are together now.

Other lips await you in your young life.

Lips you loved touching you before.

Lips you would listen to when they
warned you all this would happen.

Perhaps that is true.

I only know there will never be another
Valentino. No, no.

There will never be one even remotely
like him.

He was a god.

Those who buried Caesar have now come to
praise him.

If only you'd told me how sick he was.

Why didn't you tell me?

What could you have done?

He wouldn't listen to me.

He wouldn't listen to his doctor.

Have you ever tried to stop a man from
committing suicide?

He wasn't committing suicide, George. He
was fighting for his life.

For Christ's sakes, June.

It was a crazy dream.

Very moving performance.

You are terrible.

I feel sorry for her.

Well, palsy, don't worry about it. Like
they say in the sticks, if it's good

enough for the hicks, it ain't for the
slicks.

I'll find a taxi.

Hey, George.

Yeah. I would like to walk.

Well, I prefer that you got to bed early
so that you're well rested for that

premiere tomorrow, Rudy.

Every newsman this side of Kansas City
is going to be there.

News.

Playing son of the sheik.

Is that news?

Well, it's good publicity for the
picture.

Oh, it will go all right.

Yeah, but a personal appearance once in
a while doesn't hurt anyone, you know.

Have you got the reservation for the
sleeping car?

Yes, don't worry. We leave for Hollywood
and it's super cheap right after the

reception tomorrow night.

I'm just as anxious to get back as you
are.

But not for the same reason.

No, and that's why it's more important
that you see your doctor instead of

Natasha. She's not there anyway.

And after the way she dressed that
stupid actor up to look like you and

crucified you, no way is she going to be
there.

This time you are wrong, George.

I'm not going back to Natasha.

I'm going to buy my orange grove at
last.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, hi.

Oh, Christ.

Want to have a good time?

Which one?

Oh, I can handle two at once.

I got the socket.

You got the plug.

I envy you, madam.

I myself don't seem capable of
sustaining even one effort for very

What's the matter, baby? Got the blues?

Mama knows a pretty swank's feet just
around the corner. George, I want a

Rudy, the only spigot you're supposed to
be tapping is attached to a cow.

Who are you, his wet nurse or something?

Hi, boss.

Got a couple of rich relatives I'm out
of town.

Well, that'll be $25.

We're just in time for the show.

Hi, girl!

and turn it into a tune.

You should have seen what they did with
that monkey. What does she mean about

the paper, George?

It was nothing, Rudy. An editorial.

Some small -time hack trying to make a
name for himself doing a hatchet job for

the Herald. Nobody ever pays any
attention to that.

Don't worry about it, huh?

They're disinfecting something like
that.

Guy's not worth a second thought. Forget
him.

I see you.

I shall make him into work.

I'll challenge him. For Christ's sake,
we don't fight duels in America.

I don't intend to fight a duel.

I'll meet him in a ring.

That's ridiculous. You're in no
condition to fight.

Ridiculous? I tell you what is
ridiculous, George.

That I should be born into such a time
when a machine is invented that can turn

a man who wants only to be a farmer...

into some kind of a god.

That people can stand in line for hours
to sit in some dark room to see me

flickering past their eyes.

They fall in love.

They destroy your marriage.

They tear to shreds.

Or else ask, why was it quietly drowned?

Millions of people who never met me,
never heard me speak.

That's what is ridiculous.

Okie dokie.

I'll cancel the reservations.

upon my Italian ancestors.

You cast doubt upon my manhood.

I call you in return a contemptible cow
and challenge you to meet me in a boxing

arena to prove, in typically American
fashion, for I am an American,

which of us is a better man?

Hoping to have an opportunity to
demonstrate to you that my wrist under a

bracelet

may snap a real fist into your sagging
jaw.

I remain, without a contempt, Rudolph
Valentino.

Thank you very much, ladies and
gentlemen. The exhibition is now over.

you.

clean living, red -blooded Americans.

which his health is not... Hold it!

I apologize.

This is the wrong time and place.

Get your hands off me!

I don't need any help from your kind.

I'll see you in the ring.

And God help you!

Well,

you've done it now, Slaughter. You just
challenged the ex -heavyweight champion

of the Navy.

Damn it, Rudy, we've been set up. We're
the victims of a cheap publicity stunt

by the news.

Now let's call the whole thing off.
That's just what they want.

Valentino Dark's fight.

Can't you see the headlines?

each other.

This is none of your business.

I had no intention of making more
pictures anyway.

After this I'm going back to California.

If you do, you are through. If I don't,
you're through.

Now use your right. Set him up with your
left and then give him the right.

I didn't know you were a boxing fan,
June.

I just heard about it on the radio.

On the radio, for Christ's sake. Rudy,
don't you see what a farce it is?

You've got the wrong script, June
Matthews.

This is a matter of honor.

I think you're doing swell, champ.

Give him hell.

Thank you, madam.

It is nice to have someone in my corner
rooting for me.

What pleasure is this, Dad?

Let me...

Let

me call it off.

You can do it, champ.

You want to give up, pretty boy, before
I mush your hair.

to complete your dunk.

vindicated his honor and his manhood

Oh,

Thank you.