Lady Killer Page #4

Now, listen, don't change your clothes.

Don't shave, don't wash.

Leave that pan just as it is.

- You mean I mustn't doll up?

- That's it.

Say, buddy, I'm off duty tomorrow.

Can't you use me?

Okay, 7:
00, made up as a cop.

Come on, Clif.

- Looks like things are looking up.

- Yeah.

All ready, everybody on the set.

Don't look at me. I said on the set.

Come on, fellas, let's go to work.

Let's go.

Come on, boy.

Now, listen, everybody,

this is very important.

I want your undivided attention.

Now, get this,

this is a prison break scene.

When I give the signal,

you all start work on this rock pile.

When I blow my whistle,

this prisoner will sock a guard.

- That's you.

- Okay.

- Sure.

- Yeah, you sock this guard. Understand?

- Yeah.

- That's a signal...

...for you to make a break for the walls.

Those guards up there will start firing.

And you.

When you hit this guy,

make it look real.

Let him have it right on the chin.

But pull your punch, don't hurt him.

Do I make myself clear?

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Say, did you ever hit a guy on the chin?

- Yeah, once.

- All right, let's try it.

All right, let's take it.

- Are you ready?

- All ready.

Okay, start your action.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

Hey, you, come here.

- Me?

- Come here.

That was awful. Terrible.

The punch looked fakey.

You missed him that far.

I thought you said you knew how to hit.

We'll take it again.

This time put something into it,

make it look real. Turn him around.

Set him up for the punch. Lay it in there.

He can take it. Lay it in there.

Mr. Williams.

- What is it?

We'd better get a doctor.

This bird's out cold.

Next.

All right, turn around.

Under the arm.

All ready. Everybody onto the scene.

Come on, all you cowboys.

All you Indians. All you settlers.

Come on, snap it up. Snap it up, boys.

Hurry up. Get in places here.

Come on, boys, get rid of that lead.

Get rid of that lead.

- Come on, come on, boys.

- Are you ready?

Start your action.

Go. Come on.

Give it all you have got.

Ride. Ride.

Give me the feeling. Give me the tempo.

Give me the movement.

Attaboy! Come on!

Yee-hoo!

Attaboy.

Don't fall off of the horse.

You are chief of the Indians.

Come on! Attaboy!

Okay. Cut.

Fifteen minutes for lunch.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Uh, may I come in?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Come right in, honey, come right in.

- Park it any place.

- I, um, hope I'm not intruding.

No, no, not at all.

- You working in this horse opera too?

- Uh-huh.

What are you made up for?

Big Chief Es Tut Mir Vai Im Toches.

- What language is that?

- Sioux.

- Sioux?

- Yeah. Sue you for anything.

Say, this racket's the bunk.

Three bucks a day and a box lunch

that would kill a horse.

How long you been in it?

Oh, about eight years.

Eight years? And still doing extra work?

What's held you back?

Oh, that's all right, Marie,

put it down here.

Say.

That's very nice. Very, very nice.

Uh, bring me one of those, will you?

Never mind.

Won't you have some of this?

- What's the matter, on a diet?

- Miss Underwood...

- Yes? Mm-hm.

- Oh. Could I see you a minute, please?

The Publicity Department's waiting to

take stills of you for the fan magazines.

Will you send my chauffeur around

about 4:
00 to pick me up?

Okay. Have you seen

the new issue of Film Play?

- No.

- Nice picture of you on the cover there.

- Very flattering. Thanks.

- Well, goodbye, Miss Underwood.

- Goodbye.

- Well, what's the matter with me?

I never rapped to you.

You're Lois Underwood.

That blond wig and that sun bonnet

had me stopped.

If I'd known this was your place,

I wouldn't have busted in.

That's all right. Let's eat.

No, no, no. I'll take this

on outside and eat it there.

- Thanks very much, anyway.

- No, I don't wanna eat alone. Let's divide it.

Well.

You're changing my idea

of what movie stars were like.

I always thought they were sort of,

uh, you know, high-hat.

Not me. I consider myself lucky

to have gotten where I am.

- How'd you get started in this business?

- Thanks.

I won a beauty contest in Atlantic City.

A movie producer saw me in a one-piece

bathing suit and gave me a screen test.

That guy was no fool. Ha-ha-ha.

He knew what he was doing.

Oh, no.

I just happened to get a good part.

Public seemed to like me, fan mail started

coming in. Could happen to any girl.

I don't consider myself particularly

beautiful or talented.

You underestimate yourself.

You've got everything.

How long have you been in the business?

Four days.

Which just about makes me a supervisor.

Hey, everybody on the set. On the set.

On the set. You too.

Oh, that's me. I gotta be going.

Well, thanks very much.

You know, you've been so nice...

...I've sort of forgotten all about

the sore eppes. Ha-ha-ha.

Thanks again.

Have I forgotten anything?

- No. Well, goodbye. And thanks.

- Goodbye.

We've gotta have new faces

in our pictures...

...especially new leading men.

The public is tired of handsome,

curly-haired leading men.

They got as much sex appeal

as a clothing-store dummy.

The rough-and-ready type

is what women go for nowadays.

How about that fellow who did the bit in

the prison scene? He's been coming along.

- You mean Quigley?

- Yeah.

He's got possibilities.

And you should see the fan mail

he's been getting.

Between 2 and 300 letters

every week.

And after all,

he's only played bits and small parts.

- He gets that much fan mail?

- Yes.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Here, listen to this.

Fan letter from a girl in Omaha.

"Why don't you feature Dan Quigley?

If I could see him in every picture you'd

find me at the movies seven nights a week.

A group of my girlfriends

are forming a Dan Quigley club.

Please send a large autographed

photograph for our club room.

Very truly yours, Peggy Kelly. "

This Kelly girl writes at least

one letter every week.

Well, how many you got there now?

- Over 200.

- That ought to hold them for today.

I'll tell you what you do.

Hop in your car and mail some from

Long Beach, Santa Monica and Pasadena.

You know anybody in San Francisco,

Portland, Seattle, those places?

- Yeah, I got some friends there.

- Mail some to them.

Have them mail them back.

Say.

That gives me a hunch.

Isn't there a club that mails

letters from all parts of the world?

There's the mailing bureau

for stamp collectors.

That's all I wanted to know.

We're joining up. Ha-ha.

I gotta branch out on my fan mail.

Thanks a lot, darling.

Don't bother to come in,

I'm in a terrific hurry.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You can't get away with that.

I gotta get dressed.

Wait a minute.

When am I gonna see you?

Tomorrow. I'm having an open house.

- Why the open house?

- Nothing special.

- Tomorrow's my birthday.

- Aha. We're having birthdays.

Well, I've gotta get you something.

I don't take birthdays seriously.

Don't give me that.

I've gotta get you something. Name it.

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