All language subtitles for Hollywood Boulevard

A nice looking kid, that Fred MacMurray.

So was my boy, Pete. He can't even
get registered at central casting.

It is kind of funny, ain't it. Down
with the old and up with the new.

Well, why not. Blakeford
had his chance at the gravy.

Yeah, maybe. But when they put the skids
under you in this man's town you're out.

Well, what's it to you?

Nothing. Only he ain't been in lately.
I wonder what he's doing.

Well, that's easy.

Like all the old-timers.

He's either out looking for a job or
walking on Hollywood Boulevard.

Modern Productions Incorporated.
Casting office.

Who is calling, please?

I'm sorry. Mr Strauss is busy.

Modern Productions Incorporated.
Casting office.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.
Mr Strauss is busy.

I'm sorry, Mr Blakeford. Mr Strauss is
tied up. Do you mind trying tomorrow.

Oh sure.

And now for you listeners,
history is again being made.

At this beautiful and glorious Roman
& Chinese center here in Hollywood.

Miss Eleanor Whitley, that
petite and vivacious starlet.

Is having her hand-prints and footprints
implanted in this world-famous spot.

And now, my dear.

You have left your immortal
mark in Hollywood.

I wonder.

Mama, what does that mean ..

"Immortal mark in Hollywood"?

It means that .. Hollywood has new star.

Whose name will be known forever.

Hmm .. just like these others, see.

Prints of their hands and feet. Written
in that cement will remain there always.

Mama.

Who is "John Blakeford 1929"?

Oh .. he used to be a big star.

He must have been awful
big to go with his feet.

That is John Blakeford
over there now, honey.

Look.

Now you can tell Papa about it.

Oh Mama, he's kinda old, isn't he?

Hey, extra! Paper! Read all about it.

They're all dead.

Paper?
─ Not today.

Your picture's in it, Mr Blakeford.
─ Oh, alright.

Thanks.

She killed him because she
loved him! Extra! Paper!

Hello, Steve.
─ Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Nice afternoon, Steve.
─ Oh, hello.

Moran and Moran,
artists representatives.

Oh yes, Mr Blakeford.

No, Mr Blakeford. Mr Moran is not in.

And you will ask Pete to keep
after that part out at Superior?

Yes, Mr Blakeford.

No, Mr Blakeford.

Just one moment, Mr Blakeford.
Mr Moran just came in the door.

Oh hello, Moran.

Twenty-five hundred a week?

Why certainly, I'll consider it.

Uhuh. Top billing of course.

Say, what are you talking about?

Twenty-five hundred a week?

Keep after that part out
at Superior, please.

Oh. Oh sure. Sure, you know me.

You haven't got a thing to
worry about. Not a thing.

I wish that old has-been
would get a new agent.

Hello, Frank.
─ Hello, John.

I hear you're remaking
The Loves Of An Outlaw.

And since I was the
star of the silent film ..

That was twelve years ago.

Oh I know, I know.
But with you directing ..

I would consider playing the part of the
heavy. Which is more interesting anyway.

I'm sorry John, but I believe the boss
has someone in mind for that part.

Oh.

Definitely?
─ Well, no, but ..

I'll mention your name.
Keep in touch with me.

Frank .. when can I phone you?

Oh say .. a week or ten days.

Goodbye, John.
─ Goodbye.

Hello. How are you.
─ Hi, John.

Hello, boys.
─ Hello, Blakeford.

Ready to wrap a little drink?
─ Hmm.

How are you doing, John?
─ Magnificently, Jack.

Magnificently.

I'm practically all set for
hat thing over at Superior.

Well ..

I looked up Frank Stepney.

He wants me to play the part of
the heavy in Lovers Of An Outlaw.

I don't know if I can fit it in.

Hello Gus, my usual please.
Champagne cocktail.

Yes, Mr Blakeford.
─ Don't forget now.

Just two drops of angostura bitters
and a very small piece of lemon.

I know. A Clicquot.

I'll have to get a bottle out
of the cooler. Excuse me.

You know Jack, champagne is the
only thing that really sets me off.

Okay. Send him to my office.
─ Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Well, boss .. there is one of
our Hollywood sights for you.

John Blakeford. Down to his last drink.

He can't complain thought.

He had plenty before
he reached the last one.

I'll say he's had plenty.
Plenty of everything.

Fame, fortune, romance.

All the razzle-dazzle.

Gus.

Some olives, please.

Olives?

Yeah, you know the kind
I like. The ripe ones

By the way, Mr Sanford would
like to see you in his office.

That is when you get a minute.

Well, I always say there is
no time like the present.

That's right.

Gee, what a great story
that guy could write.

From riches to rags in six reels.

And a fade out.

Hey, Martin.

Sometimes you surprise me.
Not always, but sometimes.

Is that so, boss. How?

When you have an idea.

Why, hello Jerry.
─ Hello John. How goes it?

Oh, magnificently.

Magnificently.

Well, so long.
─ Good luck.

Thank you.

Hello, John.
─ Hello, Bill.

Gus said you wanted to see me.
─ Yes. Have a seat.

Thank you.

We've been friends a long time, John.

A long time.

You practically put this place on
the map when it was opened.

You gave the first big party here.

Remember?

We turned this place into
a battleship that night

I think I came as Admiral Dewey.

I confess I don't know how I left.

Yes, we owe you a debt of gratitude.

But ..

Alright Bill, I'll make
it easier for you.

You owe me a debt of gratitude.

But I owe you a debt of something
much more substantial, don't I.

I'm sorry, John.
─ How much is it?

Two hundred and twenty-one dollars.

Well, will a check in
tomorrow's mail do?

But that is what you told me a week ago.

This bill is paid, John.

But I am going to ask you as my friend.

To let it go at this.

You mean, this closes my account here?

I am afraid you are right.

I am sorry.

John. I would like to make
a suggestion. If you don't mind.

A lot of actors have had
to take salary cuts.

Smaller parts. Good bits .. character.

Smaller parts, good bits, character?

Very well. My account here is closed.
But I still owe you over 200 dollars.

I ..

I haven't the money
with me at the moment.

I have this though.
It's worth a good deal more.

Stuck. Soap will get it off.

I'll go into the wash-room.

I beg your pardon. Are you
John Blakeford the picture actor?

I should like to be known as
John Blakeford - the actor.

I'm glad to know you, Blakeford.
My name is Winslow. Publishing business.

The Modern Truth magazine.
Ever heard of it?

Yes, of course. "The Ingrate Truth",
I believe they call it.

Whatever you may call it, it is the
fastest growing magazine in New York.

Success is a pleasant thing.

You should know, Blakeford.

Yes.

Yes, I should know, shouldn't I.

I'd like to talk to you about that.

About ..?

About my success?
─ Exactly.

Your success. The story of your career.

Have you considered writing
your memoirs, Blakeford?

Oh yes. Of course, of course.

But that is an occupation I had
planned for my .. later years.

No. That's where you're wrong.

Now is the time, when the
public is interested in you.

When your name is a
byword in every home.

When you are an idol to
every woman in the audience.

Now is the time they
want to read about you.

And I want to be your publisher.

Oh, you don't have to worry
about the actual writing.

I have the best ghost-writers
in the business.

I am quite sure I shall be
capable of he writing.

Of course. Of course.

All you have to do is open your
mouth and let the past flow out.

All your successes.

Your struggles.

The beautiful women you've known.

No, that last ..

No, I don't know.

Well, I'll give you say ..

Twenty-five thousand for the series.

Twenty-five thousand dollars?

Five thousand at once, to bind the deal.

I think we can do business, Mister ..?
─ Winslow.

Now, shall we settle the
details over a little drink?

Yes, yes.

Excuse me.

My ring.

I came very near losing it.
─ Oh, yes.

Gus .. a champagne cocktail, please.

What will you have, Winslow?
─ The drinks are on me, Blakeford.

Two champagne cocktails, please.

Why, hello Sanford.

Oh allow me. Mr Winslow - Mr Sanford.
─ How do you do.

How do you do, Mr Winslow.
─ Will you join us?

No thank you.

To Modern Truth and the
life of John Blakeford.

The love life of John Blakeford.

My name is John Blakeford.

My name is John Wellington Blakeford.

My name is John Blakeford.

I was born in ..

On Park Avenue, New York city,
New York state.

In 1880.

In the last decade of the last century.

"My name is John Blakeford."

"My name is John Wellington Blakeford."

"My name is John Blakeford.
I was born in .."

"On Park Avenue, New York city,
New York state."

"In 1880"

"In the last decade
of the last century."

What are you doing?

What am I doing, Martha?

I am writing my autobiography.

Your what?

The story of my life.

Why?

Why not?

Statesmen, philosophers, generals.

They all write the
stories of their lives.

It strikes me they've got a little
something more to write about.

Oh Martha, you have no imagination.

I have been all of these things.

A statesman in my public relations.

A philosopher in order to survive.

And ..

And I've certainly fought as
many battles as most Generals.

Martha.

You are in at the birth
of John Blakeford.

Author.

Well, now that you are born, can I go?

Now, now, now, Martha.

I must talk to someone.

Do you realise that I'm not forgotten?

There are hundreds of people.

Thousands of them.

Willing to buy magazines ..

Just to read about me.

It's like being born again.

I shall live over every
moment of it again.

While I write.

The struggles .. the triumphs.

The people I've known.

The ladies?

Why not?

They are all part of it.

The pain.

The happiness.

After all, that is what Winslow
is really paying me for.

And Martha .. it can
be handled with taste.

There's sure been enough of
them to make tasty reading.

Now, now, Martha.

You and I know there have been only two.

The two women.

Who really held my heart in their hands.

You, Carlotta, who
guarded it so carefully.

An you Alice, who
broke it so ruthlessly.

What do you think if the first
chapter of Blakeford's memoirs?

It reads like the Rover
Boys in Hollywood.

Do you know what he writes
about mostly? His acting.

You hired him.

Haven't we the names of
those women on file?

That he writes about with such chivalry.

Sure, we told him
it was in the contract.

To protect all of us.

Just in case there might
be .. some kickbacks.

Oh that makes it simpler.

Put Hansen on this and tell him
to pep it up. You know what to do.

Oh boy, will we go to town on this one.

Yes, but it may be dynamite.

That's our stock in trade. That's
what we're selling: dynamite.

That could cause a lot of
sleepless nights for a few dames.

Don't you think that John Blakeford
might kick playing down his acting?

And building up his romances like that?

Well, you know it
might not be interesting.

We're paying him
twenty-five thousand dollars.

And I'll guarantee you that when
we publish it, it will be interesting.

Hot stuff.

But it's so different from
the way I wrote it.

It's been changed.

Things have been exaggerated,
to say the least.

Simply editing, Blakeford.
Simply editing.

Yes, I know, I know. But don't
you think it sounds so ..

So, so cheap.

Cheap? At twenty-five thousand?

No, you don't understand. I mean
that bit about the Countess Olga.

Oh John, you're alarmed
about nothing at all.

In our business, we have to
write down to our public.

Yes I know. Down.

But must it be quite so far down?

Why John, you don't realize what
this series is going to do for you.

How it is going to build you up.

Why this issue is breaking sales
records all over the country.

And, do you know what's doing it?

"The magic of John Blakeford's name."

"No."

No, we're not going to argue
about details, are we.

Yes .. yes. That's fine.

I knew you'd see it our way, John.

Goodbye.

The love life of John Blakeford.

Chapter three.

What is it?
─ Telegram, Mrs Winslow.

Oh, thank you.

Operator .. will you get me
Mr Winslow in Hollywood.

Oxford .. 5.1.5.1.

Thank you.

I think you are unnecessarily
worried, dear.

After all, your romance with Blakeford
happened over ten years ago.

It's forgotten. Fini.

But I can't afford to take a chance.

The security of my whole
future depends on it.

You don't know Jordan.

His whims, his jealousies.

So you're going to rush right
out and give yourself up?

Oh, don't be absurd.

Jordan doesn't know I
ever knew Blakeford.

And Blakeford doesn't
know I'm now Mrs Winslow.

[ Telephone ]

Yes? I'll wait.

New York calling, Mr Winslow.
─ Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, darling.

How are you, dear?

Yes, I'm well.

I've been quite busy.

I'm awfully glad you've called.

Say .. I've got a great idea
for both of us this summer.

Listen.

Malibu?

Oh, that's wonderful.

I am lonesome.

Yes, I'll take the plane
tomorrow morning.

Goodbye, dear.

You don't imagine for a moment you'll get
Jordan Winslow to stop those articles?

When I get out there, I'll find
some way of handling it.

Well, when I see it spread
all over the tabloids ..

I'll say I knew her
when she wasn't crazy.

Fifteen dollars as usual, Thomas?
─ Yes.

Alright. Put it on our account.
─ Yes.

Don't move.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Hair like the midnight sky.

Flowers the colour of your eyes.

Ah, it's too good to be an accident.

You probably had this all
figured out, didn't you?

Your new assistant, Thomas?

Yes.

Don't you believe a word
that Thomas says. I'm a poet.

You believe in destiny.
Take either side.

See you Thursday, Thomas. Goodbye.
─ Yes.

Oh shame. A coward
that runs away from life.

My dear, if you would
learn life, you must live it.

Thomas, do you know what's wrong?

Yes.

Oh, again I must warn
you against Thomas.

He's a yes-man.

I suppose you could fix it?
─ Yes. Yes, I could.

Well, will you then?
And stop acting like an idiot.

My dear young woman, you're
confused. Not an idiot.

A poet.

One and the same thing, apparently.

It would seem that the
gas line is plugged up.

Won't you help me?

On one condition.

That you tell a guy where
he can find you evenings.

It's a deal.

Well, I'm listening.

Name, telephone number, address?

Fix the car first.

Don't tell me you can't fix it.
─ I can't reach it.

I'd have to climb under the motor.

Well of course, if you don't
want my telephone number ..

I see.

Well, something tells me
I'm not very bright, but ..

Well here goes.

I've got it.

Would you mind stepping on it again.

Don't move.

Thanks so much and I'm awfully
sorry, I haven't a telephone.

Oh that's alright. There is
always your license number.

Thomas .. you've just seen the
beginning of a beautiful romance.

Yes.

Flowers .. beautiful, beautiful.

And more flowers.

Hello. A cash customer has arrived.

It would have to be cash.

Four dozen roses, the largest
you have, with the longest stems.

Are these alright?

They are not good enough.

But if they are the best you have ..
─ That will be ten dollars.

Ten dollars? Yes.

Shall I put them in a box?

These flowers? Why, no.

Oh.

Deliver these to Miss
Patricia Blakeford.

Care of Carlotta's Flower Shop.

Santa Barbara. You know my dear ..

The Licence Registration Bureau is a
great step forward in human progress.

Don't you think?

I am very sorry, but this
is not my day for whimsy.

You're completely off, aren't you.
─ Off? ─ Hmm.

Certainly not.

Just a man of courage and enterprise.

A man who sees a girl he
likes and wastes no words.

No. Not many.

Alright, is this enough to the point?

How about dinner?

Mrs Blakeford.

I did a bit of gum-shoeing too.

Mother, this is Mister ..
─ Wallace.

Jay Wallace, the bard of Hollywood
on a week's vacation. Without pay.

How do you do, Mr Wallace.

Oh, I saw you look down your nose at the
mere mention of Hollywood. Don't do it.

Remember that Wallace is
in Hollywood, but not of it.

Why, down there I
live the life of a monk.

Do I impress you?
─ Oh ..

I'm terribly impressed.
─ Good.

Now I have a question to put
before you, Mrs Blakeford.

I am hungry.

And I am also lonely.

To eat alone is bad for the digestion.

Now in the name of
simple Christian charity ..

Should I be allowed to eat alone?

Are you inviting me
to dinner, Mr Wallace?

Why yes, I should be delighted.

Oh, I've had my dinner.
─ That's fine.

I mean, that's .. that's too bad.

It's my turn now to keep shop.

Would you consider Patricia ..

As a substitute?
─ Patricia?

Patricia.

Why yes, yes. I might.

Why don't you then?

Why not? It will save money.

Thanks, Mrs Blakeford. You are
a woman of discrimination.

You know, from stray remarks you've
made, I gather that you are a writer.

A poet. A poet.

So what do the masterminds
of Hollywood do to me?

I don't know. What do they do?

They put me in an office. A measly
little office with cockroaches.

And they give me a secretary. Oh yes.

And then they say:
"So you're a writer, huh"?

"Well .. write."

Just like that? Write?

Just like that. A man who thinks
like Gorky, like Ibsen, like Balzac.

And then they say:
"We need a horror story".

Dish us up a script for a monster
we've got under contract.

You know, Hollywood has got to give
me a chance to something decent.

Something honest.

When my play is on Broadway.
─ Oh, you've written a play?

Well, I'm going to.

Any minute.

Venice .. the 17th century.

The Palace of the Doges.

Moonlight on the Adriatic.

Sounds beautiful.

Yes. Beautiful.

Turn just a little bit over that way.

A little bit more.

There.

I should know better, but you know,
I'm a pushover for a lighting effect.

Don't let it worry you. I'm not.

A funny nose. But cute.

Funny words. Dull.

Are you trying to tell me I'm different?

Why, do you think you're not?

Do you know that you'd knock the spots
out from in front of Hollywood's eyes?

I've been in Hollywood,
and I didn't like it.

Oh sure, I know.
Passing through, perhaps.

I don't think you really caught my name.

It's Blakeford. B-L-A-K-E-F-O-R-D.

You don't mean that you're
any relation to John Blakeford?

Slightly. By marriage, he's my father.

Oh .. well I'm sorry, I didn't know.

I know you didn't.

But I'm telling you.

And I'm telling you something
else, just to save you time.

Until I was twelve years old.

I commuted back and forth between my
mother here and my father in Hollywood.

By the time I was twelve, I knew that
I didn't want any part of Hollywood.

And I didn't like my Dad much.

I was a backward twelve at that.

I guess you're not much interested in
the story of my mixed-up life are you.

I'm afraid I'm going to be mixed up
in the story of your life from now on.

There were times during my apprenticeship
with the Balthazar repertory company ..

When I wanted to give up.

Never shall I forget the thankless
parts, the constant study ..

The hard benches in
dirty rail-road stations ..

The cheap lodgings.

Enjoying yourself, darling?
─ You know the answer to that.

Most certainly.

Jordan, slip into your
suit and come in for a dip.

That work can wait.

No my dear, it can't. Tomorrow is
the deadline on Blakeford contract.

Oh, honestly.

This Blakeford business gets
worse and worse as it goes along.

What do you mean, worse? We almost
sold a million copies last month.

Yes, I know.

But somehow it seems so vulgar.

A man selling his memories.

Vulgar, maybe.

But to the American public, the name
"Blakeford" spells romance and glamour.

Romance? Glamour?

I wonder how romantic and glamorous
it is for the women he writes about?

Oh, ancient history.

Ancient, perhaps.

But still history.

You know dear, I didn't realize
when I signed up Blakeford.

But there never has been a
man like him on the screen.

He's never lost his hold
on picture audiences.

Particularly women.
─ Women.

Oh yes, women.

That's the story of
Blakeford's life in a word.

And isn't it funny. They
are still interested in him.

We hope.

We?
─ Steinman and I.

Steinman?

Why, has he gone into
the publishing business?

No.
─ Well, then?

But I have gone into the
picture-producing business.

Oh.

Really.

Say .. the hummingbird emptied his nest.

Remember, the last time we
were here they were eggs.

Hmm.

Well, the bard is due back at
the sweatshop in the morning.

Are you going to miss me wench, or not?

Listen to this.

"Perhaps it was because
I was John Blakeford."

"Perhaps not."

"But I prefer to believe that the
devotion given me by A&T was .."

Can you imagine anyone signing his
name to stuff like that in cold blood?

Oh well, maybe he needed money

He's got to live, you know.
─ Not necessarily.

You're pretty rough on him.

Maybe I am. Maybe I sound that way.

I'm only being honest.

Look Jay, you know mother.

You can see what kind
of a swell person she is.

Well, what do you think of a
man who could leave her for a ..

For ..

Well, for an English
accent and a Paris dress.

Well, I'd say he didn't
have much .. much taste.

But what do we do about us?
That's the question.

It wouldn't work, Jay.

It's got to work. We can make it work.

We want different things.

Listen .. you've got me all mixed
up with Hollywood. Why down there ..

I live the life of a monk.

You've used that line before.

No, no. Seriously.

I'm going to make my pile,
and then I'm getting out.

I'm going to get a little shack
somewhere in the country.

And then I'm going to really write.

You aren't going to do
any of those things.

You're going to stay in Hollywood
just as long as it wants you.

Then you're going to stay longer.

You love it.

You love it because it's crazy
and senseless and exciting.

Alright, suppose that's true.
─ I know it's true.

So maybe you'd better go
back where you belong and ..

I'd better stay here where I belong.

That's just being sensible.

Oh, sure.

That's being sensible.

Well .. I've got to get
back to work tomorrow.

But you are going to be
seeing me next weekend.

And when you do, you'd better
have a "yes" or a "no" ready.

None of this "maybe" stuff.

Silence!
─ Quiet please!

Sound ready?

Sound when you're ready.

Ready.

Camera ready?

Okay.

Seventy-five, take two.

Action!

By this time tomorrow I will be
on my way to San Francisco.

Then you are leaving
without the Orloff jewels?

The jewels will be delivered to
me tonight at the Imperial Hotel.

But how?

Algy is flying with them from Darrien.

Unless anything goes wrong he ought
to be at Yokohama by six o'clock.

Isn't that too dangerous?

Not for Holden.

Besides, he knows I'm willing
to take any kind of a chance.

And when shall I meet you?

Unless they catch me,
and I don't think they will.

The 14th September in San Francisco.

Cut! Very good.

I want to talk to you about
the next scene, John.

Okay.

Well, Winslow. You're getting
a role for your money.

This picture is going to put
Blakeford right back in the running.

He is magnificent.

You understand, Steinman.
I am still a silent partner in this.

Very silent.

I'm going to take a close-up with
the musicians. You can rest awhile.

Thank you.

Hello, Blakeford.

Hello, Winslow. What are
you doing here, slumming?

Don't forget, I'm just a tourist,
John. Oh, by the way.

I got a message you wanted to see me.

Oh, decent of you to come to me.

Will you step into my dressing room?
─ Yes, love to.

That guy Blakeford will get himself
into a jam writing that magazine stuff.

He's leading with his chin.

How does it seem to be
back in harness again?

To harness a script, an actor
is like a fire-horse you know.

They say you're getting a great picture.
─ We hope so.

And your memoirs, they're sensational.

Sensational. Yes.

Now Winslow, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Now I'm making another picture.

I'm glad to you called up.
I want to show you this now.

What is it?

It's a little rider to your contract.

We're giving you a bonus
and another Ad campaign.

Another five thousand dollars, huh?
─ We believe in paying for what we get.

Now look here, Winslow.
─ Now John, you're trying a comeback.

And you know this additional
publicity we're trying to give you ..

Is not going to do your
picture any harm.

Come.

They're waiting on the
set for you, Mr Blakeford.

I'll be right out.
─ Yes, Mr Blakeford.

I don't know about this.

John, this Ad is five thousand dollars.

It's going to pay a lot of bills.

You were saying, John?
─ Nothing. Nothing at all.

I think we can get together, Winslow.
─ Oh, that's fine.

Pretty around here, isn't it.

Very.

Lots of trees and flowers.

Well .. there is trees.

Uhuh.

Yes.

Oh .. what's this?

A wishing well. Where people wish.

Wish? How?

Well, you close your eyes, turn
around three times to the right.

Go show me.

Like this .. one.

One.

Two.

Three.

Then three times to the left. Like this.

One.

Two.

Three.

Then you open your eyes.

Like this.

And then what?

And then you make your wish.

Well, did you make one?

Yes.

I guess we .. both made the same wish.

Darling, I've got all the words from
all the books bottled up inside of me.

But I can't seem to make
any of them .. go together.

We were going to be sensible.

Oh this is sensible. Pat, it adds up.

I'm kind of a crazy guy.

I suppose I'll never have more
the six cents in my pocket.

But if you'll have me.

Here I am.

I'm afraid, Jay.

Hollywood. Things don't last there.

Honest. I've seen it. I know.

But us. We'll last. We're different.

Are we?

Don't you know?

I don't care.

Ready?

Where is my cue for the gong?

Two wind-sheets will be enough.

Quiet please, quiet please.
─ Camera!

Action!

Scene A19..

Tonight we'll be in Timbuktu.

But darling, my husband. I'm afraid.

Afraid?

He who rides the
desert with Ali Ben Yhota.

Rides with safety.

[ Gong! ]

He'll be here soon, Ali.

We'll be gone.

Yes.

Timbuktu and you .. my darling.

Timbuktu and ..

Did you hear that?

Timbuktu and you.

Sounds like a popular song.

Timbuktu and you.

Timbuktu and yoo-hoo-hoo.

Flora.

We have rehearsed this.

It is preposterous. It's fantastic!

This dialogue! An idiot
couldn't read that line.

It's not the dialogue
that's got her down.

Did you read Blakeford's
last instalment?

I didn't want to do this picture.

I know it wouldn't be right
for me, but you .. you said ..

"Anything you don't like,
Flora, we'll fix it."

You'll fix it?

This picture will fix my career.

I can't do it!

I can't go on!

Get a writer on the set right away.

The best we can get,

Right.

Scenario department?

Charlie Smith calling.

Send us a writer.

Huh?

Oh, any writer.

Just so he can say yes.

Quiet, please.

Hello, Frank.

Flora.

May I present Jay Wallace.

One of the smartest writers in all ..
─ Oh yes, how do you do?

You know, it should never
have been made in the desert.

The picture, I mean. I see it in Russia.

A background of snow.

Chiming bells, samovars.

The Imperial court and me.

Me in one of those Russian things.

You know, a hat like this
and a dress tight up here.

A full skirt and boots and ..

Maybe a Grand Duke.

You see it like that don't you?

It's fantastic to have it in the desert.

Look. It's him.

Would you go to Timbuktu with him?

No.

You see, that's what
we need on this story.

A fresh mind.
We're all stale, written out.

I'm so glad I found you. You know ..

It's like being alone in a strange land.

And suddenly finding
someone you can talk to.

Someone .. who understands.

Flora.
─ Yes?

You take Shakespeare here and
go off with yourself for a little.

Maybe you can work out a new angle.

Oh, I'm sure we can. Aren't you?

Oh, sure. Sure.

Then run along children and .. create.

Come.

Come on, we'll do the ride.

Get everybody on their horses.

Right. Horses. Horses.

You know, I've been watching your work.

And I think you're just about the
most promising young author.

Why, I didn't think that anybody
around here even knew who I was.

Not know who you are?

Why, that last script of yours ..

That delicacy .. that beauty.

I've forgotten what the tittle
was, but oh, it had such charm.

Charm?
─ Of course.

Utter charm. Now, what was the title?

The Blood Of The Bat.

You are just the actress that I've
been looking for my play.

Play?
─ That I'm writing.

Oh.

Yes .. you're the only actress for it.

Why, you'd be terrific. Terrific.

That's what I adore about you, Jay.

You are so honest.

Would you like to dance, Mrs Steinman?
─ Thank you

Thank you, I would, yes.

Why don't you get me a picture of
Blakeford and Flora Moore together?

My paper could use it.

Her initials were in his last article.

Okay, Irwin .. I'll get them.

Oh dear, I'm worried.

Don't worry, Flora.

Because when you
worry, you get wrinkles.

And in the picture business,
when you get wrinkles ..

You're out.

Did you read the last instalment
of Blakeford's memoir?

For what?

He mentioned me.

Congratulations.

Congratulations?

Ah, what's the matter, Flora?

Nothing.

Yes, there is something.

That actress that he referred to as F.M.

Was me.

I hardly knew him.

He was my leading man in the
silent picture we made in Havana.

Havana.

Not even a platonic friendship, huh?

No. I had my career to think of.

That's what makes me
so jumpy and nervous.

I'll see that gent some
time and when I do ..

I'll get this thing off my mind.

Well!

I'm sorry.

Did you see who that is?

Blakeford.

Take it easy, Flora. No fireworks.

Well, hey!

I've had enough of this.
─ I'm very sorry, madam.

Sorry? He's sorry.

He ruined my life twice and he's sorry.

Why, I never saw the woman before.

Now he doesn't know me.
─ No. Who are you?

Who am I? Well, of all the ..

I'll have to ask you
to be quiet, please.

Hey, there.
─ Now gentlemen.

Don't shove me around. Wait a minute.

Wait for what, sweetheart?

This!

Oh!

Gosh.

I didn't mean to hit him.

He's going to be my father in law.

What's that you said? I want to
talk to you, sonny. You're new.

Hey .. smile pretty, Mr Blakeford.

Well .. isn't this nice.

Isn't this just dandy.

Look Pat.

It doesn't mean anything.

That's just it.

It doesn't mean anything.

I think I'd feel better if it did.

Patricia!

At least it would have
some dignity then anyway.

As it is, it's just two cheap men
making fools of themselves.

But Pat, it's ..

It's just one of those things.

Yes.

Just one of those things Jay
said couldn't happen to us.

"We are different", he said.

[ Telephone ]

Ten to one it's a sweet,
kind friend calling to gloat.

Carlotta's for flowers

Oh it's you.

Yes .. it's me.

How are you, sweet?

Oh I'm just fine.
How are all your folks?

I see by the public prints, they let
you out of your monastery last night.

I don't have to listen! I can read.

But you've got to listen.

It was all a mistake.

Yes.

A mistake.

And I guess I made it.

Well, maybe we both made one.

Goodbye.

Well, I guess that is that.

You may be sorry, Pat.

You can be sure I'll be sorry.

And yet I'll be glad.

Ah Mum, it isn't that I'm
so noble or anything

Or that this mess is important.

It's just I remember how it was with
you and I don't want that kind of life.

Well, that's nice isn't it.

Well.

We might just as well get used to it.

Oh, Mum.

This will die down.

Yes?

This will.

But if your father continues
to write his memoirs ..

We're part of them.

He couldn't drag that out.

I didn't think so either.

But after this.

Any gas in the car?

Where are you going, Pat?
─ To Hollywood.

Pay a visit to John Blakeford,
the great lover. Of publicity.

Don't get mixed up in it, Pat.
Please stay out of fit.

Not much.

It's about time somebody got
into this thing with both feet.

Pat .. Pat.

[ Buzzer ]

Yes?

Hello, Martha.

It's Pat.

Well, I haven't seen
you since you were ..

I want to see my father.

He's pretty busy, but ..
─ It's terribly important.

I guess it's alright.

Go right in.
─ Thank you.

What is it, Martha?

Why, my dear young lady.

You don't know me, do you.

No, I am afraid I don't.

Should I?

That depends .. I'm your daughter.

Why .. Pat?

My dear child.

What are you doing here?

Why can't you leave Mum and me alone?

We've never asked you
for anything have we?

You and your memoirs.

You're making my mother ridiculous.

You're making me ridiculous.

We've worked hard for what
we've got and we're proud of it.

We've forgotten about you.

So, what happened?

So you have a brawl with somebody I ..

I just happen to know, and ..

Someone .. you just happen to know?

Well, the young man was
not to blame, my dear.

I don't care if I ever see
him again. I don't care!

If I ..

I do, too.

Pat.

But that's none of your business.
─ Well, what can I do to help you?

Help? You can't help anyone.

You can only hurt them. That's
what you've done all your life.

Walked over people to get
to where you wanted to go.

You are very young, Patricia.

Only the young could be so bitter.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about me. I'll get along.

But there is one thing I want to
tell you. You leave my mother alone!

How could you ever mention her name
in those filthy lies you're writing?

I've done this to you.

And .. I'm your father.

I'm ashamed you are my father.

Pat.

I'm beginning to be ashamed, too.

In fact.

I have been for a long time.

There will be no more memoirs.

I give you my word of honour.

You're word of honour?

Occidental Studios?

I want to speak to
Mr Jay Wallace, please.

Doing fifty in a school zone, Miss.

I don't think this old
hack could do fifty.

Here is my driver's license.

Give me my ticket.

Thank you, officer.

Pat, I just talked to your father. I'd
have chased you clear to Santa Barbara.

You'd have had quite a chase if she'd
have kept up the way she started.

Go ahead, please. Give me my ticket.

That's the first time I ever
had them begging for them.

Well, see you in Traffic Court.

A busy guy.

Sorry honey, you're not going anywhere.

Now come on, grow up

You and me, we've got
words to bandy about.

None that haven't been said.
─ Don't move.

I've got a lot of them you haven't
heard. Now start listening.

Hello Winslow, I'm sorry to bother you
at your home, but this is important.

John, I'm glad to see you anytime.
Will you have a drink?

No thank you.
─ Well, let's sit down then.

I have finished my picture.
─ Yes.

I have also finished writing my memoirs.

Do you mind telling me why?

Because they are not my memoirs at all.

They are highly coloured
pieces of fiction.

They sell the magazines, John,
─ Exactly, they sell the magazines.

They sell magazines because the American
public has an insatiable desire ..

To read about the private
lives of public personalities.

Well my private life.

At least your version of it.

Is no longer for sale.

Sorry Winslow, if you consider
this a breach of faith.

A breach of contract, wouldn't you say?

An iron-clad contract,
if I might point out.

I'll buy the contract.

Well, it's on the market for a
quarter of a million dollars.

Are you serious?

A quarter of a million dollars
is always serious, John.

But then I'd be losing money.

I stand to make that
on your picture alone.

On my picture?

Without the ballyhoo that you are
receiving on your memoirs ..

That picture will die in our hands.

And for your information ..

I am backing your picture.

I didn't know that.

Well now that you do know.

You see how important your
memoirs are to .. both of us.

Well I'm sorry, Winslow,
but I'm still bowing out.

I'll take a chance.

You'll take a chance?

I'm the one who took a chance on a broke
down actor who was washed up, finished.

I gambled money on you that turned
out to be a paying investment.

And I collect on my investments, John.

The next instalment of the life of
John Blakeford will appear as advertised.

As I write it.

As my readers like to read it.

And if I refuse?

I suggest you look at your contract.

And if you refuse.

I'll tie up every cent you have, stop the
picture, put you back where I found you.

Oh .. I'm sorry. I didn't
know you were busy.

That's alright my dear. I'm finished.

Alice .. have you met John Blakeford?

Blakeford, this is Mrs Winslow.

Mrs Winslow.

How do you do.

How do you do.

That was my ultimatum, Blakeford.

So I expect your next
instalment on schedule.

Winslow, have you ever considered
the vast harm these memoirs might do?

To the women who are mentioned?

Nonsense.

Nowadays people don't resent
notoriety, they beg for it.

What do you think, Mrs Winslow?

As I told my husband ..
─ My dear, it's alright.

Then I'll expect more
copy from you, Blakeford.

You leave me no choice.

I am very glad to have
seen you, Mrs Winslow.

And incidentally, I think you'll find
that next instalment good reading.

It won't need .. what is it you said?

Editing.

Well, that's the end of that.

Is it?

You will be married in a bower of roses.

You're a good kid.

Once you know who's boss.

Well there it is, honey. Hollywood.

Just waiting for us to kick it around.

Or, waiting to kick us around.

Not us, no. We've got a hex on it.

It can't kick you around if
you know what you're after.

It's the craziest mile
in the world, though.

People down there
walking the street tonight.

Tomorrow, their name is up in lights.

Other guys, up in lights today.

Tomorrow, walking the Boulevard.

Hoping their shoe leather
lasts until the end of it.

It can build you up and
it can let you down.

It'll give you the world with
a fence around it in double time.

And knock it out from
under you twice as fast.

You know, if I ever write a story about
Hollywood, I've got a title right now.

"Too much .. too soon."

"Too bad."

Jay.

I've been thinking about my father.

I said a lot of thing to him today.

Some were right.

But a lot were wrong.

I'm sorry about the wrong ones.

I was angry and hurt.

I acted childish and silly.

Yes. I'll never forget the way his
voice sounded when he called me.

Jay.

If I went to tell my
father that I'm sorry.

Would you think that I was just being ..

Well .. childish again?

I'd say you'd just be
starting to grow up.

Check, please.

Well .. let's find that bower of roses.

Only of course, humour
runs more to a cactus.

Jay!

Hello Martha.

I thought you'd gone.
─ I was just leaving.

I locked the front door and I fixed the
phone so it won't ring. Like you said.

Do you mind if I go out?
─ No, that's alright.

Goodnight.
─ Goodnight.

I now come to an episode in my
life for which I offer no apology.

And no excuse.

It touched four people.

Two who were innocent.

The other two were guilty.

The guilty ones have paid
nothing for their guilt.

Until now.

[ Buzzer ]

Good evening. Come in, won't you.

Well, Alice?

Well, John?

We don't seem to be
getting anywhere, do we?

Sit down, won't you.

Again I say .. "well, Alice".

This is a moment I promised myself
I would never have to endure.

I hate an anti-climax.
─ Yes.

Yes, that goodbye about twelve
years ago was pretty final wasn't it.

But life is a very poor
stage director, my dear.

You were very sure
I'd come, weren't you.

Oh yes, yes.

John .. what happened to us all
those years ago? It's dead, isn't it?

Let it stay decently dead and buried.

I am happy, John. I want to stay happy.

But my past is saleable now.

It sells magazines.

For the gentleman whom I have
just discovered is your husband.

Revenge is a pretty cheap emotion, John.

Not revenge.

Self-preservation.
─ Self-preservation?

This is the surest way to ruin yourself.

When Jordan reads what you will write.
─ Yes.

If .. he ever reads it.

But you might convince him that
the world would be better off ..

Without the love life of John Blakeford.

How? I've tried.

That is your problem, my dear.

We never paid for the mistake we made.

I paid a little today.

I saw myself through my daughter's eyes.

And it wasn't a pleasant sight.

But I'm willing to pay
even more .. if I must.

I'm willing to face the entire
destruction of my career.

The end of everything for me.

Now it's up to you.

There is another way to stop you, John.

Oh you were always a very bad actress,
Alice. I see you haven't improved.

Give me that gun.

[ Gunshot! ]

Alice.

What are you doing here?

What happened?
Did you fire that shot?

But Jordan, I didn't
mean to do anything.

Now I understand why you wanted
Blakeford's memoirs stopped.

You told me you didn't know him.

Why did you lie to me?

But Jordan .. he's hurt.

I'll take care of this.

Does it occur to either of you that we're
acting like the characters in a play?

And a very bad play.

The outraged husband, the erring wife.

And the villain.

And since this is my first
appearance as a villain.

I'll try to give a consistent
performance.

Blakeford .. what has happened?

Two things might have happened, Winslow.

Perhaps I wounded myself accidentally.

Or .. perhaps I was shot.

Not accidentally.

What are you getting at?

I said two things could have happened.

Which do you think would
look better in the papers?

What do you want of me?

What I told you this afternoon.

My contract torn up.

I'm expecting my manager.

Will you stay?

How badly are you hurt?

That all depends.

I'll call you a physician.

I'll phone you at ten o'clock.

Winslow.

You know, this makes a very
good second act curtain.

[ Buzzer ]

[ Buzzer ]

[ Buzzer ]

Hello. May I come in?

Why of course. Of course, my dear.

I wouldn't blame you if you
didn't listen to me, but ..

I've got something to tell you.

Jay is waiting for me outside.

We're going to Houma to
be married, and I thought ..

Well I thought since Mum
wasn't here, maybe ..

You might wish us luck.

Oh, you make me very proud.

And you make me ..

Very ashamed.

Of myself.

What's wrong?

Oh nothing. Nothing at all.

You shouldn't work so hard.
You're tired.

Yes, my dear.

For twenty years I've been playing
John Blakeford on and off.

And I am tired.

[ Car horn ]

That's Jay. He's afraid
we'll miss the plane.

Goodbye, Dad.

Goodbye, my dear.

[ Car horn ]

We'll be back.

Looks like we go right in.

I wonder what he wanted.

He's been hurt.

That girl that was running
outside. I'll bet she did it.

Hollywood police station? Hurry.

Calling all cars.

Calling all cars.

Pick up girl and man
in Ford touring car.

Believed heading for Hollywood.

Sign on car reads:
"Carlotta's For Flowers".

Girl wanted for questioning
in Beverly Hills shooting.

That is all.

Not so good?

Hard to tell until we
get this bullet out.

Well, here's hoping

He has a lot to live for.

I've told you all I know.
─ But Miss Blakeford.

You just heard Mr Stevens and Mr Moran
say you were running as you passed them.

And that you got in the car
and rode away quickly.

And they went inside and found your
father shot. Now, Miss Blakeford.

I don't know what you're trying to get
me to say. I've told you all I know.

I'm afraid it isn't enough.

Oh forget that you're the law
for a minute, can't you?

Blakeford will explain this whole
mess when he comes out of it.

Suppose he shouldn't come out of it?

Don't cry, darling.

He'll be alright.

As long as you've made up your
mind that we're a crime wave.

Do you mind if I call a lawyer?
─ Not at all.

Only, call a good one.

Now Miss Blakeford, there is
another question I want to ask you.

Hello? Hello.

I don't care how
long he'll be. I'll wait.

Yes.

Yes.

Okay.

[ Blakeford recording voice: ]
"But my past is saleable now."

"It sells magazines."

"For the gentleman whom I have
just discovered is your husband."

"Now I understand why you wanted
Blakeford's memoirs stopped."

"You told me you didn't know him."

"Two things might have
happened, Winslow."

"Perhaps I was wounded accidentally."

So there it is, Mr Winslow.

I guess this paints a pretty
clear picture, doesn't it.

Jordan .. if he dies ..?

I had no idea Blakeford
was hurt so badly.

Or I wouldn't have left him.
─ But you did leave, didn't you.

That doesn't look so good.
─ What are you going to do about it?

I should have gone to
that Cop with this.

But I'm giving you a chance.

And don't kid yourself, either of you.
I'm no worrying about you.

I'm doing this for Pat.

It's all my fault.

I'll keep you out if
it all I can, Jordan.

I'll face it myself.

We'll face it.

You can come in, Sergeant. I think that
you can talk to him in a minute or two.

Come in, Miss Blakeford.

Hello Pat.

This is no place for a wedding.

Blakeford.

Just answer my questions
and save your strength.

Did your däughter shoot you?

No.

Who did?

What time is it?

Not quite ten, John.

The doctor said I shouldn't
talk too much, Winslow.

What do you think?

Well he's right, John. Just rest.

You ñeedn't worry about anything.

Who shot you?

Who shot me?

Why, it was an açcident.

I'll tell you more about
it when I'm stronger.

He's getting tired.

Pat.

Your old man is still
a pretty good actor.

Huh?

*- Steve D -*

**- Steve D -**