dog stand
on La Cienega too.
They're open till about 4.
Are they?
How marvelous.
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Johnny:
Howard!
Howard!
Hi! Son of a gun.
Kate, this is,
uh, Johnny Meyer.
I supposed you could call him
my press agent.
Pleased to meet you.
Loved you in Alice Adams.
You're too kind.
I'm sure you know Errol.
Mr. Flynn.
Yes.
Kate.
Kate. Kate of
the clenched-jawed Hepburns.
Enchanting as always.
You should use lox on
your hands, by the way. I do.
Katie, you and Howard
ought to cook up a picture.
Costar with Errol.
Man: Hey, my chair!
I could sell that in spades.
That would be
marvelous. Howard?
[laughs]
I think not.
Don't you read variety,
Mr. Meyer?
Well, I'm
box-office poison.
I'm on the outs,
the skids, the doldrums.
Washed-up, day-old fish
not worth the eating,
So they tell me.
Errol: Hell with them.
Hell with them, my dear.
Soulless pricks
to a man, right?
Johnny tells me
you're thinking about
Doing a western,
of all goddamn things.
Are you making
a western, Howard?
Yeah, makin' a western.
Gonna call it the outlaw.
Yeah, you know
what it's about? S-e-x.
It's all about s-e-x.
It's a western.
You can't have fornication in a
western. It isn't done, old boy.
It's not real sex, skinny.
It's movie sex.
What Scarface did
for the gangster picture,
The outlaw's gonna do
for the western.
Put the sex and guts and blood
right up there on the screen.
Have you seen my cigarettes?
Don't mind us.
New York cut steak, 12 peas,
bottle of milk with the cap on.
You're the only movie star who
can't afford his own cigarettes?
Jack has
all my money.
I hope your food
isn't getting cold
At your table somewhere
or...Something.
No, no, no. We're here
all night. Don't worry.
Now, Howard--
thank you.
Now, Howard...Howard...Howard,
If you're seriously
talking about
Putting carnality
back on the silver screen,
You must swear to let me in
on the casting session.
I have somewhat of an eye.
Eye for talent.
Isn't that right, Johnny?
Gotta give up prancing in tights
to be talent scout.
Yeah, that prancing in tights
paid for my new yacht.
You must all
come sailing with me.
Catalina this weekend.
What do you say?
Yeah. Catalina.
Sounds grand. Yeah.
Let's have some fun.
I've even managed to coax
the luscious Miss de Havilland
And her equally
luscious sister
To accompany me.
Though I fear their mother
will insist on coming along
To preserve
their questionable virtue.
We shall assault
these twin monuments
Of pristine Britannic beauty
nonetheless.
What do you say, Howard?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah.
[Howard clears throat]
I gotta--
I gotta go.
If you'll excuse us,
we have--
We have to be somewhere.
You are somewhere, Howard,
you madman.
Somewhere else.
Excuse us.
Kate:
Charmed, gentlemen.
Do help yourself
to the poached pears.
I hear they're divine.
Well. Howard Hughes,
ladies and gentlemen.
Was that meant for me?
My hero. God, all that
Hollywood talk bores me silly.
As if there aren't more
important things in the world.
Mussolini, for one.
Where are we going,
by the way?
Do you feel like
a little adventure?
Do your worst,
Mr. Hughes.
Man: You think you own
this place, you limey bastard?
Errol: I'm a tasmanian bastard,
you ignorant prick.
Johnny:
Thattaway, Errol.
Errol:
Let me at him!
[band playing
"after you've gone"]
[the Benny Goodman quartet's
"Moonglow" playing]
Howard:
That's Mr. Mayer's house
right there.
Do you know where
Jack Warner lives?
What's that
on the steering wheel?
Oh. Cellophane.
If you had any idea
of the crap
That people carry around
on their hands.
What kind of crap?
You don't wanna know.
Hold on to the wheel for a bit.
Oh! Oh!
[laughing]
[gently]
that's too hard. Relax
your hand. Relax your hand.
Oh.