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The Cat's Meow
Stop pushing.
Stop pushing.
Please, calm down.
In November of 1924,
bound for San Diego,
a mysterious death occurred
within the Hollywood community.
However, there was no coverage
in the press, no police action,
and of the 1 4 passengers
on board,
only one was ever questioned
by authorities.
or existed at the time,
to support any version
History has been written
in whispers.
This is the whisper
told most often.
The yacht, you see,
belonged to
William Randolph Hearst.
Only in a place like this
do reporters and autograph hounds
have absolutely no scruples about
stampeding mourners at a funeral.
Welcome to Hollywood,
a land just off the coast
of the planet earth.
After we all leave,
the man in the box
will disappear.
Just his ashes
will remain.
After all, it's fire
that can hurt you, not ashes.
...you're listening to KFI.
And stay tuned
for our weekend music marathon,
with our own
KFI studio orchestra.
I fear this bizarre
yet fascinating town,
but I can't leave it.
You see, I'm never quite certain
if I'm visiting the zoo,
or if I'm one
of the animals in a cage.
Don't you dare!
I will not be seen arriving early.
Yes, ma'am.
I want to avoid
the solution to this riddle
but the man in the box
forces us to confront it.
All of us were there
that weekend.
Stop!
I am not here.
The birthday boy is early.
He must be anxious.
My God, this thing
must be 200 feet.
- 220.
- He owns that?
and the sky above.
What are you doing?!
The old boy should give you the ship
as a birthday present, Tom.
We could sell it and
get the studio out of hock.
Don't be melodramatic,
George, no one's in hock.
We're not far away.
I don't know about this new strategy.
It's like I told you,
people's tastes have changed.
They want to read more modern stories.
Contemporary, adult.
Like the kind you read
in Hearst's magazines.
Will it be like this
all the way to San Diego and back?
Besides, he has a lot
Yeah, cash.
the right time. Too obvious.
Relax, George.
No one's going to be obvious.
Business. Business.
Yes, take that bag.
Kono, a starving man
eats the wooden planks
of his log cabin.
- Is that funny?
- No, Mr. Chaplin. Not funny.
Don't hold back.
Tell me what you really think.
Huh? Hmm?
Don't tell me
Elinor Glyn has arrived on time?
Good God,
perhaps even early?
Oh... all right then.
Hello, you little bastard.
The "little" I object to.
I see your young passion flame
is not accompanying you.
Lita? She's not here?
I seem to have forgotten her.
Let's keep it
that way, shall we?
Oh my God!
...they cost him a fortune.
Mr. Chaplin, it is an honor,
and I mean a true honor
to meet you, sir.
Louella Parsons.
I write for Mr. Hearst's paper
the New York American.
Louella Parsons of the East,
meet Elinor Glyn of the West.
Elinor is the finest and naughtiest
writer in the entire world.
Oh, you don't have to tell me that.
I wish I could be introduced
as being "of the West."
Whatever makes you happy, dear.
Well,
I'll leave you two alone.
I have something-or-other
to attend to.
Mr. Chaplin, did you happen
to notice the rave review
I gave your last picture,
"A Woman of Paris"?
Yes, I did.
Thank you, that was most kind.
So deserved, so deserved.
It just stinks
that nobody went to see it.
At least you won't lose your shirt
on the next picture too.
I hear at least you have
the good sense to be in this one.
"The Gold Rush."
I hear that's just a hint
as to how much
Oh, there's the birthday boy!
- Marion, sweetheart.
- Happy birthday.
Thank you. It's not until
tomorrow but I always love it
when a beautiful girl kisses me.
- Wow, look at you!
- Thanks.
We should try to find
so we can get
this look on film.
- What do you think, George?
- Absolutely.
- Drinks?
- Thanks.
- So, where's our captain?
He'll be down
in a minute.
...if I'm truly
going to make a difference,
is a daily column
with my name on top,
marking the place
where both the people
in the audience
and on the screen
can come together
to read the truth,
not just vicious gossip
and innuendo.
Keep after old WR,
I'm sure he'll come around.
I plan to, believe you me.
Take you, for example.
I want you to know that l, for one,
am so sorry about your difficulties
with your little co-star,
this little girl, Lita...
Oh! We're here.
- Allow me.
- Yes, it's... moving.
Oh! So, Mr. Chaplin,
if you ever need a sympathetic
person to confide in, I'm all ears.
After all, you'll need
someone on your side
when the shocking truth emerges.
Thank you very much, Ms. Parsons.
- Lolly.
- Hmm?
Lolly. All my close friends
call me Lolly.
- Lolly.
- Um-hmm.
So, Mr. Chaplin...
Goddamn
son of a b*tch!
If you kids'll
excuse me again for a sec.
- Charlie, how are you?
- Safe, for the moment.
You know George Thomas,
my business partner?
- George.
- Charlie.
This is Miss Margaret Livingston,
George's guest and a delightful actress.
- Charmed, I'm sure.
- Me too.
- And Mrs. Ince?
- Couldn't make it,
one of our boys
isn't feeling well.
- Sorry to hear that.
- Yeah...
Say, that "Woman of Paris"
was a terrific picture.
Pretty big risk you took
by not being in it.
You're a risk taker, Charlie,
just like me.
Just when you got everyone laughing
at your Little Tramp character,
you make some
You can't fault the man
for taking a gamble.
And anyhow, failure is
a character builder. Right, Charlie?
I don't know, Tom,
you tell me.
Thanks a lot. You introduce me
and then you hog him to yourself.
Little prick.
Really? I hear he's got
a pretty big one.
Actors running a studio.
It's like the goddamn serfs
running the palace.
He lost his shirt
in that last picture.
He's so over budget
on "The Gold Rush,"
his partners aren't even
returning his phone calls.
And his 1 6-year-old leading lady
collapsed on the set... pregnant.
- No kidding?
- Uh-huh.
They learn about the birds and bees
The buzz is that
Chaplin did the pollinating.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, Zoe. Can you get me
some more of these? Thank you.
Did you hear that hack
lecture me?
Hack? The man built
three movie studios all by himself.
Just 'cause he builds a paint shop
doesn't make him Van Gogh.
Why haven't...
Come here.
Why haven't you returned any
of my phone calls, you little sh*t?
'Cause I hate telephones.
Maybe I was calling to tell you
to stay away this weekend.
that I turn out, wouldn't it?
He's even had
private detectives around.
He only invited you
Nothing can happen
this weekend.
What are you doing
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