Sunset

Take 'er off!

Giddap!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Tom!

Cut!

- I said cut. - Go on, get outta here, that was great.

Okay, that's lunch, half an hour.

- Hi, Tom. - Alfie.

- Hello, Tom. - Miss Victoria.

- You're lookin' mighty pretty today. - Thanks, so do you.

- Let's go for a walk, Tom. - Hi Victoria!

- Randy, bring a couple chairs, will ya? - Right away, Tom.

The film's looking very good, Tom.

Afraid we may have another big hit on our hands.

You come all the way out here to tell me that, did ya?

- No. - I knew there was something... I didn't think so.

I just bought a sensational new script called "Lawman".

About a famous frontier marshal, name of Wyatt Earp.

Yeah, I heard of him.

"Alperin Films presents Tom Mix, Hollywood's most famous cowboy"

"starring as Wyatt Earp, the West's most famous lawman."

Whoa.

- I'll get Wyatt Earp as the technical advisor, it's great publicity. - Now hold... hold on, hold on!

The fact is, I didn't become numero uno at the box office by playing other people.

Tom... this is a very important project to me.

Fox and Chaplin are gambling on sound.

I'm betting my bankroll on you in "Lawman".

What if I don't agree?

Fact is... I'll be very unhappy.

And I guess you will be, too, you have to sit out the rest of your contract.

When's it up? March '33, that's, ah... four years.

What are we talking about here? You haven't even read the script yet.

I may be wrong, but I'm sure you're gonna love it.

Well, I'll read it.

I'll let you know what I think in the morning.

Fine, I wanna start shootin' next month.

I still have to make my deal with the famous marshal.

All right, everybody, let's get back to work.

It should be educational for you, Tom,

working with a real life, honest-to-god gunfighter.

You never know, maybe he'll give you some pointers.

Yeah... bet he will.

It looks like you got the wrong end of the horse.

Depends on who you are and how you look at it.

If you was Tony Jr., here, you'd think you got the wrong end of Tom Mix.

- Bye, Alfie. - Bye.

- Did he say, "yes"? - No, but he will.

It's Tom!

Where's he going?

- Well, it's been a real pleasure, Mr. Earp. - Feeling's mutual, George.

- Mr. Wyatt Earp? - That's right, Tom Mix, isn't it?

That's right.

Can I give you a lift into town?

On your horse?

No, Tony Jr. ain't got no license plates.

I'm afraid you'll have to ride in the Duesenberg.

There's a press conference at the hotel at two o'clock.

And a 3:30, Mr. Alperin's gonna meet you at the studio,

At 4:00, we want to do a photo session on the Tombstone Street.

At 5:30...

Is he gonna have enough time to do a photos and get to the radio station by 5:30?

As long as we finish with the photos by quarter to five.

Mr. Earp, do you have clothes that look a little more Western?

Don't worry about that, we'll get him something in wardrobe.

It's just the way you dress, you look a little like a Texas oil man instead of a sheriff.

- Marshal. - Marshal... what's the difference?

Hey, here they come!

Marshall Earp...

- Would you ever consider acting? - Or would you ever consider playing yourself?

Excuse me. ladies, I don't think I'm not gonna like staying here.

Well then, let's find you a place where you will like staying.

Do you suppose Mr. Alperin's gonna be

disappointed if I don't show up for all those things?

Yeah, that worry you?

I hired on as a technical advisor, not a celebrity.

There it sits.

Used to live here before I got famous. Quiet. Private.

Washed my socks in the sink, it only cost me 18 dollars a month.

Sounds perfect, you think you can get me in?

Sure, I own it. Mi casa es su casa.

Where'd you learn to speak Spanish, in Cuba?

How'd you know I was in Cuba?

Oh, I read about it in the rotogravure comes along with the Sunday paper.

- Well, if it's in print, it's gotta be true. - Absolutely.

In the Chicago Tribune's Liberty Magazine

they said you were in the Boer War.

Any photos?

No photos, just some pen and ink sketches, some engravings, too.

Engravings? Engraving's how counterfeiters make funny money, isn't it?

Cue the Earps.

- Dialogue! - You men are under arrest.

Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I ain't shooting!

The fight's commenced. Get to fighting or get out.

Dialogue, Billy.

God, forgive me for all the bad things I've done.

Cut!

We'll get the A-Plus-Ups after lunch.

All right, everybody, that's lunch, one hour.

- Was it okay for you? - All okay for me.

- I mean, was that really just like it? - Just like it.

Swell.

I want to get Tom's close-ups first.

Tom, that was interesting.

Got any suggestions?

No, no. You handle a six-gun pretty good.

- Praise from Caesar. - Can you hit anything?

Well, you're the one's gotta hit what you're shootin' at,

all I gotta do is look good.

Wyatt, was that really the way it was?

- Absolutely... well, give or take a lie or two. - Mr. Earp.

- Good morning, Miss Shoemaker. - Good morning. Tom.

- Can I talk to you a moment, Mr. Earp? - Sure.

Honey, you get any prettier, I'm gonna gave to propose.

And if you don't do some publicity, I'm gonna lose my job.

Well, now, that's the last thing I'd want that to happen.

I'll try to straighten it it out with Mr. Alperin.

Well, look, if I know Alfie, Mr. Alprin,

he won't even talk to you until he gets his pound of flesh.

Do you mind if I try anyway?

- Okay, Mr. Earp. - Would you... mind making that "Wyatt"?

Sure, if you make it "Nancy".

You warm an old man's heart, Nancy.

Shame on you, Wyatt, trying to pull that old man stuff on me.

- Mr. Earp? - That's right.

Chief Dibner'd like to see you.

- Who's Chief Dibner? - The Chief of Studio Police, I'll take you over there.

Oh, you don't need t'do that, just point me in the direction,

I'm sure I can find it.

Okay, just go right down Main Street, you'll see the Executive Bungalow,

- it's the last bungalow on the left. - Sounds easy enough, thank you, officer.

- Oh, well, you're welcome, Mr. Earp. - Hey, Wyatt.

- Yeah. - Where you headed?

- Chief Dibner wants to see me. - Hold on a minute.

- Make him come to you. - Why?

Because he's a dangerous son of a bitch.

Well, you know what they say about bearding a lion in his den.

It's been my experience that sometimes the

same thing applies to dangerous sons o' bitches.

Well, missed your call, Wyatt, you coulda made a hell of an actor.

Ah, well, marshalling and acting... not too far apart.

I mean, one time, I wasn't packing my six-gun, and Doc Holliday he got drunk,

and he was roaring he was gonna shoot my earlobes off.

I went for a hideout gun.

Fortunately, he thought I had one.

- Is that the truth? - Oh, every word.

- Give or take a lie or two. - Give or take a lie or two.

Watch yourself, amigo.

It's just another Western, so, some Indians die, big deal.

- Michael, Michael, will you please, it's too early. - Watch your step there.

Whoa, hold on.

Excuse me, part... partner, but you're standing in the way

of some very dedicated drinking, I'll have you know.

Well, I'm sorry.

Hey! What picture are you in?

I'm not.

- Then who are you? - Name's Earp.

Wyatt Earp?

Ha! Well, then I'm... I'm Billy the Kid, and this here's Calamity Jane.

No, Mary Jane Cannary was a dear and selfless woman,

but she looked like an unmade bed.

- This young lady's much too pretty. - Well, thank you, Mr. Earp.

Mr. Earp is here.

I'm Marvin Dibner.

Well, have a seat.

Apparently, Mrs. Alperin knows you're here in Hollywood.

Mrs. Alperin would like you to pay a call on her as a favor.

You know who she is?

Did you ever meet her?

- You don't say much, do you, Wyatt? - No, I don't.

Also, it's Mr. Earp. Or Marshall, or even Earp.

Not Wyatt until I tell you. And while I think of it...

don't ever try to question me again.

Sorry, just trying to be friendly.

No, what you were trying to do is stay ahead of the game.

Your boss's wife wants to talk to somebody you don't know and you wanna know why.

Probably your boss does, too.

My job is to be curious about anything

that has anything to do with Mrs. Alperin.

- Do you happen to know what she wants? - Why don't you ask Mrs. Alprin?

Just what the hell's bothering you, Mr. Earp?

Your bad manners and the fact you don't hear too good.

I told you not to try questioning me.

And I meant it.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Mr. Earp.

- Can I help you? - With what?

First off, son, don't ever crowd

anybody unless you got a first-class reason.

Did you do a lot of time, boy?

- Where? - Folsom.

For what?

Armed robbery.

You make a move, it'll be the mistake of your life.

- Am I clear? - Oh, yeah.

- Yes, Sir. - Marshal Earp to see Mrs. Alperin.

If you'll follow me.

I'll inform Mrs. Alperin that you're here.

Not much like Denver.

Mr. Earp, thank you for coming.

- I always hoped to see you again. - I would have been happy to hear from you.