The Last Tycoon Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 123 min
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She's not a melancholic.
Mr. Stahr.
How do you know?
Because l paid 50,000 bucks
for that book,
and because that's the way l see it.
Mr. Stahr.
- Thank you.
lf l want to do a Eugene O'Neill
play, l'll buy one.
The girl stands for health,
vitality, love.
You've made her a whore.
Now, you can work
with Beth and Charlie on this,
or l'll take you off the subject.
lt's up to you.
So how do you want the girl?
Perfect.
Mm-hmm.
Gee.
And l always have admired you.
Were you wearing a silver belt
last night?
Yes, l was.
l'm glad we got you.
We didn't have much to go on.
Oh, really?
Who are you?
My name is Monroe Stahr.
l'd like to see you.
There's a reason.
What reason?
Well, l'd like to talk
to you for a few minutes.
To put me in the movies?
No, that wasn't my idea.
When?
Tonight.
Where?
At your house?
No.
Somewhere outside.
l'll meet you somewhere at 9:00.
l'm afraid that's impossible.
Oh.
Uh...
What about tomorrow?
No, no, no.
Okay, tonight, 9:00.
On the corner
of Webster and Park?
Okay.
Should l wear the silver belt?
Yes.
Hello, Monroe.
How's it going?
Geez, l'm glad you came down.
She's too old for me.
See who it is.
Hello.
Oh, get these photographers
away from me!
May l?
No, let's go.
These publicity men.
How are you?
l've got the damn curse,
and l'm having all these troubles...
...with my frigging hair.
lt's like seaweed.
They're using the wrong shampoo.
these b*tches.
On my word of...
We're using her favorite shampoo!
Oh, darling, forgive me.
Nobody likes me, or something.
l love you, Didi.
How do you think l look?
How do you think l look
on the screen?
You're going to be beautiful.
You're a great actress.
lsn't she a terrible b*tch?
You can't handle her.
We'll have to call it off, Red.
The picture?
No.
Oh.
We'll try some other time.
Shall l finish this scene?
lt's being done now.
Daditch is in there.
Well, what the hell is he...?
He went in when we came out.
He read the script last night.
You bastard.
You bastard.
Listen, you haven't touched...
...what she's able to do.
How about my coat?
l left it on the set.
Here it is.
Okay, that's it.
Yes?
lt's Mr. Brady.
Yeah.
Monroe,
we've just had a call
from New York... urgent.
Do you have a minute?
No, it'll have to wait till morning.
We can come in to you.
All l need is...
- Not now.
Hi.
Where are we going?
l don't know.
What about a hotel?
No, l'll run you home.
Where do you live?
Run me home?
Mm-hmm.
lt's no hurry.
What's the matter?
Don't you like me?
l've been stupid.
Last night l had an idea...
...you were the exact double
of someone l knew.
lt was dark, and the light
was in my eyes.
Really?
- Mm-hmm.
That's funny.
Which way?
Westwood.
l'm an actress.
Hmm.
l'm going to be an actress.
Mm-hmm.
Listen, could you stop here
a minute, please?
You said the end of the street.
Yes, but l'd like to stop here
a minute, please.
Could you wait a second?
Kathleen?
Edna?
See him? There he is.
Who is he?
l think it was you...
...he wanted to see.
He telephoned me.
l'm afraid we were rude
at the studio.
Oh...
We had no business there.
Well, l hope you'll both come
and make a real tour...
...of the studio.
Who are you?
He's a producer.
He got us mixed up.
Phone me, will you?
Good night, Mr. Stahr.
Oh, good night.
You're lrish.
l've lived in London a long time.
l didn't think you could tell.
Oh, yes.
You've lived in London?
Yes.
l came out here a few months ago.
Was it me you wanted to see,
or Edna?
Uh...
...l made a silly mistake.
l thought you were wearing
the silver belt.
Oh.
But l wasn't.
No, but it was you
who l wanted to see.
Yes?
Why?
You reminded me of someone.
So you're Mr. Stahr,
the producer?
Mm-hmm.
l suppose the girls
are all after you...
...to put them on the screen.
They've given up.
You didn't want to put me
in the pictures?
No.
Good.
l feel as if
l had my foot in the door.
Like a collector.
l'm sorry,
l can't ask you in.
Well...
...ls this all?
Well, l do hope we'll meet again.
l'd be sorry if we didn't.
Good evening, sir.
Good evening.
Will you be running
a movie tonight?
No.
Shall l turn off the lights?
Yes.
Sit down, Mr. Boxley.
l can't go on.
lt's a waste of time.
l can't go on.
lt's a waste of time.
Why?
You've stuck me with two hacks.
They can't write.
And they... bugger up...
...everything l write.
Well, why don't you just
write it yourself?
l have.
l sent you some.
That was just talk.
We'd lose the audience.
Talk?
Mm-hmm.
l don't think you people
read things.
The men...
The men are dueling...
...when this conversation
takes place.
At the end,
one of them falls into a well...
...and has to be hauled up...
...in a bucket.
Would you write that
in a book of your own?
Of course l wouldn't.
l inherited this absurd situation.
Let me ask you,
do you ever go to the movies?
Rarely.
Because people are
always dueling...
...and falling down wells?
And talking a load of rubbish!
Listen...
...has your office got a stove in it...
...that lights with a match?
l think so.
Suppose you're in your office.
You've been fighting duels all day.
You're exhausted.
This is you.
A girl comes in.
She doesn't see you.
She takes off her gloves.
She opens her purse.
She dumps it out on the table.
You watch her.
This is you.
Now...
She has two dimes, a matchbox
and a nickel.
She leaves the nickel on the table.
She puts the two dimes
back into her purse.
She takes the gloves...
they're black.
Puts them into the stove.
Lights a match.
Suddenly, the telephone rings.
She picks it up.
She listens.
She says, "l've never owned
a pair of black gloves...
...in my life."
Hangs up.
Kneels by the stove.
Lights another match.
Suddenly,
you notice...
...there's another man
in the room...
...watching every move
the girl makes.
What happens?
l don't know.
l was just making pictures.
What was the nickel for?
Jane, what was the nickel for?
The nickel was for the movies.
What do you pay me for?
l don't understand the damn stuff.
Yes, you do...
...or you wouldn't have asked
about the nickel.
Well, Monroe's right.
Lights.
Needs about 20 minutes out of it.
Twice it just lays there
and goes to sleep.
Well, l've got to go to
that damn writers' ball.
l'll talk to you tomorrow, Eddie.
What's Eddie, asleep?
Jesus.
Goddamn movie...
...even puts the editor to sleep.
He's not asleep,
Mr. Brady.
What do you mean,
he's not asleep?
He's dead, Mr. Brady.
Dead?!
What do you mean,
he's dead?
He-he must have died during the...
How can he be dead?
We were just watching
the rough cut!
Jesus, l didn't...
l didn't hear anything.
Did you hear anything?
Not a thing.
Eddie...
...he probably didn't want
to disturb the screening,
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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