human
Listen. If you boys are game for this melodrama, I'd like to use you, all right. You'll get experience in the business, anyway, so maybe it won't do you any harm. And if the weather holds good, we'll just make a long hard drive of this bunch of drivel; we'll rush 'em through--sabe? And I'll make it my business to see that Mart doesn't unload any more of the same. You may even get some fun out of it, seeing you're not fed up on this said Western drama, the way I am. Anyway, what's the word? Shall I hop into the machine and go down and buy you fellows a bunch of return tickets, or shall I assign you your parts and wade into this blood and bullets business?
gpt
I'm all for the blood and bullets, myself, he said promptly.
human
I'm just crazy to come shooting and yelling down this little imitation street and do things that are bold and bad.
gpt
I should think, interjected Rosemary Green, with a pretty viciousness,
human
Her brown eyes twinkled hearteningly at him.
gpt
I'll pull my hair down, and yell and shoot and wring my hands--Pink, you keep still! I'm positive I can shoot and wring my hands at the same time in a Bently Brown story, can't I, Luck?
human
You certainly can, Luck told her grimly.
gpt
You can do worse than that and get by. Well, all right, folks. You prowl around and kill time while I get ready to start. There won't be anything doing till after lunch, at the earliest, so make yourselves at home. I'd introduce you to some of these folks if it was worth while, but it ain't. You'll know them soon enough--most of them to your sorrow, at that. He turned on his heel with a hasty
human
See yuh later,
gpt
Day's work, boys! called Luck through his little megaphone at three o'clock one day, and doubled up his working script that was much crumpled and scribbled with hasty pencil marks.
human
No use spoiling good film, he remarked to his assistant, glancing up at the sweeping fog bank, off to the west.
gpt
By the time we rehearse the next scene, she'll be too dark to shoot. You go and order these cavalry costumes, Beckitt; and, say! You tell them down there that if they're shy on the number, they better set down and make enough, because they won't see a cent of our money if there's so much as a canteen lacking. And tell 'em to send army guns. That last assortment of junk they sent out was pathetic. I want equipment for fifty U.S. Cavalry, time of the early eighties. That don't mean forty-nine--get me? You're inclined to let those fellows have it their own way too much. I want this cavalry--
human
There ain't any close-ups of cavalry, are there? Beckitt demurred.
gpt
I told them last time I thought those guns would do, because I knew the detail wouldn't--
human
Listen. Luck's tone was deliberately tolerant.
gpt
That's maybe the reason you've been searching your soul for all along--the reason why you can't get past the assistant-director stage. I want those fifty cavalrymen equipped! Do you get that? While his eyes held Beckitt uncomfortably with their stern steadfastness, Luck thrust the script into his coat pocket that had a permanent, motion-picture-director sag to it.
human
If I meant that any old gun would do, I'd give my orders that way. Now, remember, there isn't going to be any waiting around while you go back and argue, nor any makeshifts, nor anything but fifty cavalrymen fully equipped. Here's the list complete for to-morrow's order. You see that it's filled!