The Cat's Meow Page #5

Yeah, mine!

I've made millions

from this business and...

we both know that despite

the quality of your pictures

you've never made back a dime...

All right, suppose I believe

your frank observations,

are you implying that Thomas H. Ince

can make a difference?

I'm not implying,

I'm stating.

I'm talking about personally

overseeing Cosmopolitan Pictures.

- Marion's career in particular.

- How personally?

Well...

consulting with you on which scripts

and directors are right for her.

- Making sure her productions...

- What's in it for you?

The stories in Cosmopolitan

and other magazines, for starters.

Hmm...

It's not that I doubt your

background in the business, Tom.

On the contrary... that's just where

it's been lately, in the background.

You have to admit, you're not

the force you were five years ago.

That maybe true

of both of us, WR.

But I think we both have

different strengths

to help

the other's weaknesses.

No offense, Tom...

But if I'm in trouble I don't need

a cripple to help me up.

Ha! Gotcha!

Look at him fall.

Splash.

That's the one that tried

to get away before. Stupid bird!

You've ever eaten a seagull, Tom?

- No.

- They taste awful.

Just like eating a crow.

Are you gonna let me in?

I'll kick the door in.

I'll kick your teeth in.

- Come to my room then.

- Your room?

I mean it. I have a love letter

that needs proofreading.

Why don't you have Lita

proofread it?

- She's not old enough to read.

- How could I forget?

Admit it. You're in love

with me, aren't you?

Not as much as you are

with you, Charlie.

Oh, Doctor. There's something

I wanted to ask you.

Every time I eat grapes

I get extreme palpitations.

I wouldn't worry about it.

My heart starts pounding

and then I break out in a rash.

Everything all right, Chief?

Everything's just fine.

I can't believe he still

only let us have one drink.

Well, Didi, it is illegal.

Yeah, but not for us.

You had yours?

I'm saving it for later

when I'll really need it.

"I don't need a cripple."

He actually said that to you?

Nice way to treat

the guest of honor, huh?

If I had the same mean streak,

I'd throw that fling

Marion and Chaplin are having

right on his face.

- Marion and Chaplin?

- Saw them holding hands on deck.

Notice they're the only ones

we're still waiting for.

I advise you

to keep it to yourself.

- I know, I'm a decent man.

- I need my escort, if you don't mind.

I hope you were not waiting for me

to eat your appetizers.

Since you've decided

to grace us with your presence,

perhaps you'd have the decency

to tell us where to sit.

If Willie had it his way,

he'd talk business all night.

So you, Mr. Birthday Boy,

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