MovieReal: The Aviator Page #7

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You've just placed the largest order for

airplanes in the history of the damn planet.

Lockheed sent us a bill for $ 18 million.

Don't get all hysterical on me, Noah.

It isn't good for you.

- This is a lot of money for planes.

- I know it's a lot of money.

It's too damn much. You think I've got

$ 18 million in petty cash?

I should've told you. It slipped my mind.

- Slipped your mind? Oh, for...

- Right.

- I'll get back to you. Bye.

- How could $ 18 million slip your mind?

Hey, honey.

What are you doing home?

You're not one for tears, and, well...

...neither am I,

so it's best to come out with it.

I've met someone.

I've fallen in love and I'm moving out.

If I could make it

any more gentle, I would.

But I can't, so...

...there we both are.

Let's be honest.

It's all been a grand adventure,

but it couldn't possibly last.

We're too alike, you and I.

You met someone?

Someone more appropriate.

To me, I mean.

What does that mean,

"more appropriate"?

Someone more attuned to my needs.

Look at me, Katie.

Stop acting.

I'm not acting.

I wonder if you even know anymore.

Don't be unkind.

You?

You wanna go?

Go on.

Actresses are cheap in this town, darling.

- And I got a lot of money.

- This is beneath you.

No, no, this is exactly me.

You tell me you're leaving me, and you

have the nerve to expect graciousness?

I expect a little maturity.

I expect you to face the situation

like an adult who...

Don't talk down to me!

Don't you ever talk down to me!

You are a movie star.

Nothing more.

Don't answer it.

What is it, Howard?

Hey, Noah...

...I need you to get to Penney's

and buy me some clothes.

- Penney's isn't open.

- Oh, sh*t.

- It's 2 in the morning.

- Yeah, that's right.

Well, first thing tomorrow, then, all right?

I need two new suits off the rack.

One light and one dark.

Three white shirts and three pairs

of white tennis shoes. Got that?

- Yeah.

- No, no.

- Make it Woolworth's.

- Woolworth's.

No, no, Penney's. Penney's.

All right.

I'll get into it as soon as I can, Howard.

- All right?

- Noah, do you have a recorder?

- No.

- Are you recording this conversation?

- No.

- Okay.

I trust you.

- Howard...

- I need those suits first thing tomorrow.

- All right.

- Wait. Did I say Penney's or Woolworth's?

- Penney's.

- Better make it Sears.

All right, then, Sears.

I'm sorry, honey.

If I don't answer, he'll just call back.

Stop there, if you please, Miss Domergue.

Have you had surgery, Miss Domergue?

No.

Do you have scars of any kind?

No.

Wipe off your lipstick.

That's much better.

Now, you understand that you'd be

under contract to me? Personally.

Do you know what that means?

Now turn around for me.

Very nice.

You move well.

You live with your family, do you?

Yes.

That's nice.

Tell me something.

How old are you, Miss Domergue?

Fifteen.

Holy Mother of God.

Well, a car picks me up

every morning at 8, and off I go.

I'm getting my high school diploma.

Howard thinks that education is important.

- That's right.

- And then, after classes...

...I'm off for elocution

and grooming and fittings.

Well, blow me down.

Pan Am's working

out of the Cocoanut Grove?

- Hello, Jack.

- Hello, Juan.

Helen, good to see you.

- How are you, Howard?

- Good, thanks.

- This is Faith Domergue.

- Sit down.

- Pleasure.

- What are you doing here?

Well, I'm out to meet

with Douglas about the DC-4.

It's our new plane, and it is

gonna be a pip, let me tell you.

- How's the Constellation coming?

- Good.

Great.

So how about letting me steal a peek?

I don't think so.

I should be cross with you.

You stole Ray Loewy from us.

- He's doing our interior design. That's right.

- He was doing ours.

So...

...what are your colors?

- Stop fishing.

So you have buttons...

...or zippers?

I'm sorry?

Buttons or zippers for the drapes

on the sleeping berths?

Zippers.

Buttons.

So I suppose you'll be

expanding on down to Mexico.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, your range is 3000 miles.

I'd imagine you'd expand from Los Angeles

to Mexico and South America.

Hey, that's a good idea.

Anyone got a pen?

Or across the Atlantic.

You've had enough of this ice cream.

You give me that spoon. You don't

wanna get your gloves all sticky.

Isn't that too far?

New York...

...to Newfoundland...

...to Ireland.

To Paris.

Well...

...Pan Am welcomes you.

We're overbooked as it is.

It's such a burden doing it all

on your own, let me tell you.

So when's the Connie gonna be ready?

- Next year maybe. DC-4?

- Next year.

Well, we look forward to her then.

And I to the Connie.

I've ordered the next 40 after you.

- It's Miss?

- Domergue.

Yes, of course. Now, was that a

rumba or a samba you were doing?

- It was a samba.

- A samba, yes.

Howard, I never knew

you were such a good dancer.

Helen, Jack.

Good going. You gave away

our entire postwar strategy.

- He can't stop us.

- He's Pan Am. He can stop anything.

Give me the largest

Scotch you got.

I don't know what in the hell you're

so damn giddy about. Excuse me.

Jack.

Get in touch with Joyce and Berg.

Those are my boys in Washington.

Set up a meeting with Jones,

secretary of commerce, old golfing buddy.

- Slow down.

- We'll need terminals in Ireland and France.

I wanna get some tax breaks.

If that ass thinks he owns the world,

he's got another thing coming.

Pan Am owns Europe.

We ought to think about Mexico.

To hell with Mexico. No airline should

have a monopoly on flying the Atlantic.

It just isn't fair.

He owns Pan Am, he owns Congress.

He owns the Civil Aeronautics Board,

but he does not own the sky.

We're in a street fight

with that son of a b*tch.

I've been fighting high-hat

Ivy League pricks like him my whole life.

And listen, fire Ray Loewy.

You goddamn heard me? Fire Ray Loewy.

He's spying for Trippe.

That shitheel knew all about the buttons.

Spies in my midst, Jack.

Spies in my midst.

- Hello, Howard.

- Roland.

So...

...what can I do for you?

I want all the pictures you have

of Kate Hepburn and Spencer Tracy.

All the negatives.

And I want you to kill the story.

Howard, he's a married man.

He's a Catholic.

They're movie stars.

Fair game all around.

My office knows where I am, Howard.

I'm not gonna kill you, Roland.

I don't do that.

- How much?

- Not for sale.

How much?

Not for sale.

You ever cheat on your wife, Roland?

You ever screw a colored girl?

You ever steal anything?

You ever hurt anyone?

Good night, Howard.

You ever go to

a Communist Party meeting, Roland?

TWA stock.

How much?

Fifty thousand shares.

Ten.

All right.

This isn't gonna be that easy.

He's been making big contributions

on both sides of the aisle.

And Jack Frye is out there

lobbying everybody in town.

The French and British ambassadors

are lined up on his side.

I'm telling you, TWA is serious

about going international.

Okay.

Point, Mr. Hughes.

I think it's time for you to introduce

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