The Nome daily nugget., 1935-09-28


 can give US the real thing You ought to qualify If you've worked for Scarbo. We know you can't act. but Philloon will take care Of that. That's his business"
 Tony Scarbo. the gang leader. had become a national hero.
 He was front page news.
 Big stuff.
 Glamorous.
 A murderer.
 It was Philloon's plan to com- merclalize the idea.
 Build a picture around Scarbo.
 Sell him to the theater going pub l lie.
 Even Hayward could see the pos abilities.
 But Heyward insisted on realism. | And you couldn't have realism without having things real.
 That's why Silver Johnson was cast in the leading role. But Silver didn't make good. Phllloon knew he wouldn't, even though he did his best to make an actor of the youth. At the end of month even Hey ward could see that the picture would be a flop, with Silver play Ing the lead.
 Hayward blamed It on to Phil loon.
 "He isn't gangster, that's what's the trouble. He's a dud. Put one over on us. If he was the real thing he could play the part"
 Hayward spat and chewed his cigar.
 You can't tell ne thal dumb cluck Is a gangster. Gangsters are gorillas. This birds sissy. was doubtful from the start"
 'Listen, Hayward, I'm telling you Sllver's a member of the Scarbo mob. l know It. That's the trouble with him. He's a racketeer, not an actor Acting isn't In his line, no more than making pictures Is in yours. Now, take Don Falrweath- CT. Don's an actor. can make gangster out of him. It's his line, and its my line.'
 Nuts We gotta have realism. We gotta have a real gangster. We gotta have some one who looks and acts and talks like SCarbo. It's Scarbo we're selling, isn't It? Well, use your head !"
 Philloon got purple.
 He was little tired of being told what an idiot he was.
 "Listen, Hayward, we made deal. If your gangster didn't make good, I could use Fairweather in the picture? How about it?"
 Its O. K and It stands. But first you gotta give real gangster a tryout. This Silver bird Is a dud, a joke. He looks about as much like a gangster as I, and acts less like one"
 Phllloon smiled, triumph and contentment lighting his eyes.
 "Listen, Heyward, you're the one who's nuts. Try usin' your noodle for once. Do you think for a sec ond I could get one of Scarbo's mob up here when they're all on the lam? You must be crazy. Say. If the cops knew we had a Scarbo man here they'd be up and third degree him so quick you wouldn't know what it's all about. Scarbo's wanted by the police and wanted bad. He knows 1t, too. And he's having a tough time keeping out of sight. So what? So he hears about this picture of ours and comes browsing around. He drops In at my office the day after you and I have our talk. I make a deal with him. l show him to you. We sign him on Finel He couldn't be in a safer spot. Then you grab his act by saying he doesn't look like a real gangster. He's gotta get out and start lodging the police again. So what? We'll. Hayward, I guess you gotta admit I'm right Acting Isn't in Scarbo's line. He's a gengster. A killer, Hayward, and he doesn't like you at all."
 Rewards face was pale.
 He sputtered, choked.
 Say, look here. Phllloon. Now, listen. you better keep him on the pay roll awhile. Sure, that's 1t. keep him on. Pick your own lead. but keep Scarbo on. I'll leave It to your judgment. I gotta be getting back to New York, anyhow. Leav- ing tonight. You take things over here, but keep Scarbo on the pay roll"
 Philloon wiped his forehead and sat down in the chair vacated by Producer Hayward and grinned.
 Some day, he told himself, he'd have to look up this Scarbo guy and see what he looked like.
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