The Carpetbaggers Page #6

and wash my one shirt

in case we lose it.

Go home and order a silk one.

As soon as we finish

this plane,

we're going to start

designing another one--

meals served on board.

That's what I was

really afraid of, Jonas.

Good night, all.

Oh, good night,

Mrs. Cord, Mr. Cord.

Good night.

The car's outside, darling.

Want a ride home?

Mm, I'd like to...

Oh, good.

...but I have to go

to the laboratory.

Get them started

building a wind tunnel.

Tonight?

Yeah.

I have to fly to Washington.

I'm building a plane to carry

passengers coast to coast,

and I haven't even got

a franchise yet.

Ready to go?

Not this time, Jonas.

Why not?

Why me?

Only bride I know

who spent her entire honeymoon

at 5,000 feet,

who's always airsick

instead of morning sick.

I am an earthling.

Haven't you noticed?

Lovely valleys,

beautiful mountains.

Then cut your motor.

Come in. Have fun.

I thought we had fun.

In between oxygen masks,

chemical samples and bankers.

You really must learn

to take one thing

at a time.

For example, take me.

Any time, any place.

Home, now.

I can't.

You sure?

Yeah?

Put her on.

Its my father's widow.

Hello, Rina.

I thought you were in Europe.

Yes, I did.

We all were.

What kind of trouble?

Hold it, hold it.

Look, where can I

meet you tonight?

I'll see you there

in half an hour.

Come on, I'll drop you off

at the hotel.

A minute ago,

nothing in the world

could have kept you

from flying off on business.

The money vultures

are after Nevada Smith.

Oh.

My name's Cord.

Where's the commissary?

Straight ahead, Mr. Cord.

Hello, Rina.

Hello, Jonas.

This is Mr. Ellis, the director.

How do you do?

Mr. Cord.

lf you'll excuse us

for a minute.

Sure.

Congratulations.

Your bride's

a very pretty girl.

You said Nevada

was in trouble.

How much trouble?

Two million dollars worth.

I heard he was doing great,

making half a million a year.

He was, but...

Well, Nevada wanted to make

a picture his own way.

Put up everything he owned

for the chance.

Then something went wrong

and they don't want

to release it.

Is it a stinker?

I don't really know.

They told him

that the theaters

would only play

talking pictures.

Now the bank's

calling his loan

and that big operator

Bernard B. Norman

won't advance

any more money.

I see.

Jonas, you've got to help him.

I haven't got to do anything.

One time you wanted something

and he gave it to you.

His Cord Chemical stock?

It didn't cost him $2 million.

What's it worth now?

Close.

Rina and Mr. Ellis

showed me the picture.

Max Sand.

The going away present

you gave to me.

I put it in a script.

Wait a minute.

Something, uh...

here I don't understand?

Its a private joke.

Why did you withdraw

your guarantee, Mr. Norman?

Because he's a thieving,

unprincipled, son of a...

Please, please,

now let's deal in business

and not personalities.

Anger is for fools.

You call ruining

a man's life business?

I'm not ruining anybody's life.

This is gambling-- some days

we win, some days we lose.

You're the richest loser

I know, I know that.

Look at him, the biggest

star you have on the lot.

-Biggest cowboy star...

-Your bread and butter.

I make other pictures,

you know.

Art pictures that

don't make a dime.

They add dignity and culture

to the business.

They add three starlets

a week to your bed.

I don't have to listen

to this flesh-peddler.

Listen, let's sit down.

Let's sit down.

Mr. Pierce...

Now, why did you withdraw

your guarantee, Mr. Norman?

Talking pictures, that's why.

I can't sell The Renegade's Coat

for peanuts.

Why didn't you make

a talking picture?

I didn't think sound

was here to stay.

Who did?

What happens to the picture now?

You just throw it

in the ash can?

Maybe we can salvage

a few pennies out of it--

South America,

Australia... who knows.

It still leaves Nevada

out in the cold.

My heart bleeds

for him-- truly.

Oh, I think

I'm going to be sick.

Take it easy, Dan,

I asked for it.

Well, you didn't ask to

get your pockets picked.

Mr. Cord, if you'll back Nevada

with your cash, this pirate here

won't be able

to touch the picture.

Now we can't let him get away

with everything for nothing.

Well...

Go easy making up your mind,

Junior.

You could blow the whole bundle.

Nevada, don't start talking him

out of it.

Mr. Cord, I agree with Nevada.

What do you know about

making talking pictures?

Nothing,

but right now, who does?

How many talking pictures

have you made?

One.

I'll take the shot, Nevada,

on one condition:

it'll be strictly my picture.

I give the orders

and everyone does as he's told,

including you.

If I'm going to lose a hand,

the least I want to do

is deal the cards.

Your father's favorite saying.

Sorry I used it.

Well?

Its a deal.

Don't think you've caught

yourself a sucker, Pierce.

By the time we finish

this picture,

you're going to earn your 10/

three times over.

First, line up

all the good talkies there are.

I want to see them.

And second, get the writers in.

We're going to start

redoing the script.

What's the matter with it?

No women.

In the real West,

I heard there were

a number of them-- real women.

The kind men

killed each other for...

robbed banks to buy.

The kind the real Max Sand

built a reputation satisfying.

Its time somebody

gave the West

back to the grownups.

Anything else, Mr. Cord?

Mr. Norman, you'll

have to make room for us.

Get the best sound man

in the business.

And find a cameraman

who'd rather photograph

women than horses

and a dress designer

who doesn't use much cloth.

And, Nevada,

start looking like Max Sand.

Go out

and get that suit dirty.

Hello?

Yes, Mr. Cord is here.

Oh, just a moment.

Your wife.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Yes?

Now, don't tell me that was

your stepmother who answered.

As a matter of fact,

it was.

A voice like that... I suppose

you've been spending the night

reminiscing about dad

and good ol' days.

Monica, what do you want?

You, of course.

Darling,

when are you coming home?

You know we have some

interrupted business.

I'm on my way

to the factory.

I'll get in touch

with you later.

Trouble in paradise?

Places, please!

Quiet!

Come on, quiet down!

Starting position!

Sound ready!

Get ready to roll.

Interlock.

Interlock okay.

All right, roller!

Quiet, please!

Quiet. Action.

I run a pretty big place here.

Downstairs there's several

gaming rooms and three bars.

Upstairs we provide other,

uh, natural pleasures.

With so much money,

drinking and passion

under one roof,

there's some kind of

explosion every night.

I need a bodyguard.

To replace the one

who got killed?

Well, uh, I hoped

you hadn't heard.

But, uh, if you still

want the job...

I do.

My hours will be your hours,

and, uh, you'll live upstairs.

Uh, you'll collect $100 a month,

but no drinking.

And the first time I catch you

sleeping in any other

room than your own...

All right. Cut. Cut.

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