In a Lonely Place
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- Year:
- 1950
- 94 min
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Dix Steele! How are you?
- Don't you remember me?
- No, I'm sorry. I can't say that I do.
You wrote the last picture I did
at Columbia.
You. Stop bothering my wife!
You shouldn't have done it. No matter
how much money that pig's got.
- Pull over!
- What's wrong with right here?
- Evening, Mr. Steele.
- Hi, Dave.
- I'll put her right up front.
- Okay.
- Can I have your autograph?
- Who am I?
- I don't know.
- Don't bother, he's nobody.
She's right.
- Hi, Mel.
- Where've you been?
- Come on. Buy us a drink.
- He's somebody.
Lloyd Barnes, big director. Made all
his money before the income tax.
- We've been calling for three days.
- You know me...
...if I don't answer the third ring,
I'm not home.
- Hello, Dix. Lloyd.
- Hi, Max.
Honey, let me have that book I left
here for Mr. Steele.
I'm almost finished.
Say " I like it, " and you go on
salary tomorrow.
Then I like it.
I think it'll make a dreamy picture.
An epic.
- What do you call an epic?
- A picture that's real long...
- ...and has lots of things going on.
- Could we have some matches?
Here you are. Mr. Steele, could I keep
the book till you come out?
I only have a few pages to go.
- Sure, take your time.
- Thanks.
- Good evening, Mr. Steele.
- Evening.
- Remember, she's your audience.
- Say that again...
...l'll get another agent.
How are you, Charlie?
- Let's sit at the other end.
- What's wrong with right here?
- How are you, noble prince?
- Right well, thespian. Greg?
Gin and tonic.
What do you fellows want?
- A stinger.
- Glass of milk.
And a brandy for Mr. Waterman.
- Are you dining here or browsing?
- How's everything, Paul?
Just like show business,
there is no business. Ex cuse me.
- Who's producing this?
- Bert Brody. Lloyd's directing.
You've got to work. You've
been out of circulation too long.
I need money,
you need the 10 percent.
For me, you don't have to go to work.
I've got my apartment, car, ulcers.
- Gasoline doesn't cost much.
- I won't do something I don't like.
- Dix, how many times must I tell you--?
- lt's just another picture.
Can you really be choosy? You haven't
had a hit since before the war.
Everybody makes flops ex cept you.
You've remade the same picture...
...for 20 years.
You're a popcorn salesman.
That's right. So are you.
The difference is, I don't fight it.
- One day I'll write something good.
- Althea Bruce--
- You just have to follow the book.
- Remind me to buy you a new tie.
- Hi, kiddies!
What a picture I made!
Just back from the preview.
- Pasadena's out of its mind about it.
- Hello, Junior.
- No one walked out!
- Don't you shake hands with an actor?
You call this an actor?
He hasn't remembered a line
for 10 years.
Made your father- in- law
a couple of million.
- Pop made a star out of a drunkard.
- That is a menace.
Movie idol of the Roaring '20s.
Look at him.
Gazing into his crystal ball!
You have set the son- in- law business
back 50 years.
- Stop! Hey, stop, Dix!
What's the matter with you?
Quiet down!
There goes Dix again.
- I'm leaving.
- Mel, take Charlie home, will you?
Come on.
Maybe I'd better stay.
No.
- You will read that book tonight?
- Yes, yes.
I'll drop by and wake you up in
the morning. Around 10.
Make it about 11 .
He had it coming, but next time will
you please do it in the parking lot?
- I'll have some ham and eggs.
- I shall select the eggs personally.
Sit here and take it easy.
Dix on Steele!
- Hello, Fran. How are you?
- Between pictures.
Last night I couldn't sleep.
So, what did I do?
- Called up a lot of people.
- Just you. Where were you?
- Home.
- Don't you like to talk anymore?
- Not to people who have my number.
- Why don't you come over?
- I've got to read a book.
- Remember how I used to read to you?
Since then, I've learned to read
by myself.
That's all. Do you look down on all
women or just the ones you know?
I was pretty nice to you.
No, not to me. But you were
pretty nice. I'll call you.
Thanks for letting me read it.
- What's your name?
- Mildred. Mildred Atkinson.
- Where do you live?
- ln Inglewood, with my aunt.
- You got a car?
- No, I usually catch the bus.
- I'll drive you home.
- Thank you, but I have a date.
- Well, break it.
- I can't.
Besides, it's my policy
never to go out with customers.
I didn't mean I was
going to take you out.
- I was going to take you home.
- I have a date.
My home.
Mr. Steele.
You can help me. I've gotta read
this book tonight and I'm tired.
- Maybe you could tell it to me.
- ls that what you had in mind?
You make me feel real important.
Just think. When I go to see
Alathea Bruce with Aunt Cora...
...I can say I told the story to the
screenwriter. Let me call my date.
Maybe I can still
catch him at home.
There's no sacrifice too great
for a chance at immortality.
Yes, sir.
My, what a pretty place!
Sort of hacienda- like.
Ex cuse me.
Neighbour of yours?
No, I never saw her before.
I'll be right with you.
Make yourself at home.
It must be wonderful to be a writer.
Thrilling.
- Make yourself a drink.
- I don't drink.
Before I worked at Paul's, I used to
think actors made up their own lines.
When they get to be big stars
they usually do.
What? Change your mind?
You asked me here to tell you
Althea.
If that was just a pretence
to lure me--
- You want to go now?
- Well, no. Not unless--
I changed because I like to be
comfortable when I work.
Oh. Well.
I'll have a ginger ale with a twist of
lemon. That's known as a horse's neck.
- How do you want me to tell the story?
- Just how you'd tell your Aunt Cora.
Well, it's about this woman,
Alathea Bruce. She's very rich.
She owns this big mansion
on Long Island.
She's got sailboats and cars and jewels
and everything. And she's a widow.
Lucky Althea.
She's got many men in her life, and they
take her to lots of different clubs.
- But they don't send Alathea.
- Althea.
One day she looks out and sees
a new lifeguard outside her window...
...and it's very beautifully described.
He looks like a bronzed Apollo.
- I hope it's gonna be in Technicolor.
- I'll suggest that to the producer.
Alathea sends her butler to ask
the lifeguard to have breakfast.
But instead, they have whiskey sours.
It's a very risky scene.
- Did I tell you about her husband?
- You told me he was dead.
I mean about the way he died.
He fell out of a boat while sailing,
and there's an investigation going on.
Did she kill him?
That's kind of left open.
She falls in love with Channing...
...who's not really a lifeguard but is
studying to be a bachelorterologist.
You know, they look into the microbes.
She tells him she didn't do it.
- Who didn't do what?
- Kill Lester!
Lester's her husband, I presume?
- Are you sure you haven't read it?
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