Hollywood Cavalcade Page #5

---

everything else all right.

Why I brought you out here...

l- I made a star out of you.

When-Whenever there was any trouble,

I'd- I came to you...

to talk it over.

Pictures, pictures, pictures! That's all

I've ever heard! That's all you've ever said!

But it was all for you- everything I did.

Molly, we've-we've made a mistake.

Both of us.

No. No, I've made no mistake.

You're not really in love with him.

You-You couldn't be.

Don't say that. I married him.

I won't stand for it, Molly.

You're mine,

and-and you're gonna stay mine.

I'm sorry, Mike.

[Mike]

Music.

- # [Chamber]

- Camera, Pete.

All right. Come foreground.

Take her hand.

Look at her.

All right. Take her in your arms.

Tenderly.

Now kiss her.

Hold it.

All right. Slow fade.

Fading out.

All right. Slate.

Save your lights.

Well, that wraps up another one.

Thanks, boys, all of you, very much.

- Thank you, Mr. Connors.

- Hope you have a terrific hit, Mike.

- Thanks.

- Mike, aren't you gonna make another take?

- No. That'll do.

- Another hit, boss.

- Hope so.

- Another one in the bag, Mike.

#[Upbeat]

- Have a drink, Mike.

- Thanks.

You look dead tired, Mike.

Tired?

I never felt better in my life.

Thanks for the break, Mr. Connors.

I certainly needed the work badly.

- That's all right. You did a nice job.

- Thank you.

- Drink up, boys. Have some fun.

Yeah, that's enough playing.

- Thank you, Mr. Connors.

Here. Have some fun now.

Did a nice job on the picture, boys. Swell.

- Thank you.

- Oh, Mr. Connors, I hear that

it's a wonderful picture!

What have you decided about

that next new story for Miss Adair?

- There isn't going to be a next one.

- Oh, you must be joking.

Miss Adair isn't gonna

be with us any longer.

Mike. Mike!

- You mean we're not gonna be together?

- That's just what I mean.

- We're through?

- Mike, you must be mad.

You keep out of this!

I said she's through, and she's through.

But, Mike, do you realize

what we spent making her a star?

She's our greatest asset.

She's our business.

- You're throwing it out of the window.

- Give her back her contract.

- But, Mike, it'll ruin us.

- Tear it up! Do you hear me?

I don't want to hear her name again.

I stood it long enough

to finish this picture.

Now get her out of here, and him too.

[Ship Horn Blows]

[Cheering, Shouting]

Thank you very much!

[Man]

Hello, Nicky.

Hello, Bill.

This is supposed to be a private suite.

Are you telling me?

Cost us a hundred bucks to crash the gate.

- You know Mr. Thomas, Famous Players?

- How do you do?

- Allow me to congratulate you.

- Thanks.

- And you too, Mrs. Hayden.

- Thank you. Thanks.

Please forgive this intrusion,

but I had to see you before you sailed.

What about?

I'm authorized to offer you twice

what you've been getting from Connors.

Oh, I'm- I'm very sorry, Mr. Thomas...

but Mr. Connors is getting

a few scripts ready for us...

and when we come back

from our honeymoon, we-

Oh, come, Miss Adair. I happen to know

that Connors tore up both your contracts.

Now, I don't know what kind

of a personal fight caused the split...

but this is the best break

you've ever had.

I've got a contract here.

You're to have your own production unit...

making only Adair and Hayden pictures.

- Select your own stories, pick your own directors.

- Do me a favor, Bill?

- Sure, Nicky.

- Drop that at the telegraph desk as you go ashore.

You might read it to Mr. Thomas,

if you care to.

Why, sure.

"Mike Connors, Hollywood, California.

"We'll be back March the 10th ready for work.

Have everything ready to roll.

Love, the other two musketeers. '"

That's clear enough, isn't it?

Perfectly clear, Mr. Hayden,

but you can't blame me for trying.

- Of course not.

- [Horn Blows]

- Good-bye, Bill.

- Remember, my offer's still good

if you ever change your mind.

You wouldn't want a leading man

with a long, gray beard.

- [Laughs] Good-bye, Miss Adair.

- Bon voyage.

Good-bye, Bill. Nice of you.

I'm beginning to think

I married the right man.

Oh, it was so swell of you,

the way you acted about Mike.

I can't blame the guy for blowing up.

He couldn't help it.

He was in love with you.

Oh, Nicky. You're crazy.

Maybe you didn't know it.

Maybe the fool didn't know it himself,

but it's true.

So, you see, I can't be sore.

I know how I'd feel if I lost you.

Oh, Nicky.

- Nicky.

- Huh?

Nicky...

we're gonna make this thing go,

aren't we?

We're a cinch, darling.

[Chuckles]

"The other two musketeers."

There's never been anything

like the reception they got in New York.

Crowds followed them in the streets,

and when they sailed...

they had to call out the police reserves.

I'm telling you, we don't need them.

But, Mike, we can't afford

to let some other company grab them.

They're ours- our stars.

- And who made them?

- You, Mike, you. That's what I'm saying.

And what I'm saying is,

we don't need them.

I'll make other stars,

idols that'll top them by a million miles.

All that baloney doesn't mean

a thing to me, not a thing.

There's plenty of talent in the world if you

know what to do with it, if you've got ideas.

You just wait, Dave. I'll get

the greatest writers, the greatest actresses...

the greatest actors in this business!

- All right.

- All set, Mr. Connors!

All right by me.

- Ready to shoot.

- I've got a beautiful shot from here, Mr. Connors.

Hey, Oscar. Move your reflector in.

Whoa.

My first assistant, please!

- Yes, Mr. Connors!

- I want one more rehearsal.

Yes, sir. Places, everybody!

- Get in your places! Hurry up!

- Places!

- Hurry up! Let's go!

- Everybody!

- Places, everybody!

- Come on, come on. Move in there.

Hurry it up, everybody.

All ready, Mr. Connors.

- Start the music.

- Music!

- # [Middle Eastern Style]

- All right. Action!

Action!

Come on! Let's go!

[Women Chattering, Laughing]

[Loud Laughing]

Make the action broader! Broader!

Make the action broader! Broader!

- Broader! Broader!

- Come on! Come on!

Hold it! Hold it!

- Hold it!

- Hold it! Hold it!

I haven't got half enough people!

Not half enough!

Who cut me down?

- [Man] Mr. Spingold, sir.

- Go get Mr. Spingold!

Get Mr. Spingold!

[Man]

Mr. Spingold! Mr. Spingold!

Hey, how 'bout movin' in, Mike,

and grabbing a couple of close shots?

It'll save us time.

I'm not interested in saving time.

I'm interested in making a picture.

[Hammering]

Here's Mr. Spingold, sir.

What- Oh, what's wrong, Mike?

Is this what you call a crowd?

I told you I wanted the place jammed with people,

jammed as far as the eye can see.

But, Mike, on the screen, you won't even

be able to see them way over there.

How do you expect me to work

when all I get is opposition?

All right, Mike. All right.

How many people do you want?

I told you I wanted the place jammed.

How many will that take, Chick?

Oh, about 250 more, Mr. Spingold.

All right. So we'll get 'em.

- [Man] Everybody, back on the set!

- Come on, everybody.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes