IN FRONT OF THE PINEAPPLE

• Document Type: CREST
• Collection: General CIA Records
• Document Number (FOIA) /ESDN (CREST): CIA-RDP88-01365R000300210017-6
• Release Decision: RIFPUB
• Original Classification: K
• Document Page Count: 1
• Document Creation Date: December 16, 2016
• Document Release Date: October 29, 2004
• Sequence Number: 17
• Publication Date: June 5, 1972
• Content Type: NSPR

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Approved For Release 2005/01/13: CIA-RDP88-01365R0
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1 Location shooting on "Scor'
:pio," a United Artists spy
film, , is in its second week
here.
By ELINOR HOROWITZ*
Special to The Star
A sunny afternoon in
Georgetown. CrossingO
Street, I glance incuriously to-
ward a crowd gathered half a
block 'away, and an elderly
lady suddenly grabs me by the
upper arm. "Burt Lancaster is
going to be shot dead right in
front of The Pineapple!" she
'shrieks. I tear up the street
alongside her.
t . A an with a British accent
-and a megaphbne is crying out
to ' the voyeuristic group of
hips, squares, mommas, pop-
pas, infants in prams,' and a
man in' a wheelchair attended
by a nurse. "Please. We have
to work here. Just move down
beyond this tree. You're in the
line of the cameras."
Salesladies and stock girls
shamelessly shove each other
in the front window of Dorothy
Stead. The manikin totters.
Two "director's" chairs have
been set down on the brick
--sidewalk, One says BURT
LANCASTER, the other MI-
CHAEL WINNER. The film
crew moves about, adjusting
huge silvery reflectors, camer-
as, tape. recorders, lights and
an awesome amount of impor-
tant looking, totally unidentifi-
able equipment.
AND -- egad! -' there's
..Lancaster! (Jim Thorp! The
Rain-Maker! Elmer Gantry!
The Birdman of Alcatraz!
Dressed In a tweed jacket, red
tie and snap brim hat with
small red feather in the band,
he Is craggily handsome and
militarily trim. Also, possibly
the bag from a vertical to 'a - I ask excitedly.
horizontal position. There is a ' "Ile doesn't. The guy he's
tense, immobile instant. shooting is John Colicus." lie
"Shoot," hisses Winner. Lan- points toward an.. impeccably
caster shoots into the car groomed, villainous-looking
through the bag. Then he man who is having?a smoke vy
turns, slams the door, and the front steps of The Sheep
walks off into the alley by The Shop.
Pineapple, still carrying his "Back beyond the tree,
gun concealed in the shopping folks," pleads the man with
bag. Finish. the megaphone.
"COOL," says a young lad LANCASTEIt -says to Win-
standing near me. ' ner: "If you put some oil on
"They've done that scene the barrel you'll get more
five or six times already in the smoke." Someone arrives with
past -hour," another fellow'ifi oil. The bottom has beon.
forms us both, sounding bored.
Oiling gun.
corsetted and somewhat gray-
er of hair and complexion than
one remembered. He is lower-
ing a gun equipped with a si-
lencer into a large paper bag.
Director Michael Winner,
cherubic and ringletted,:
crouches by the right front:
door of the car. He looks sun-
ward through a small some
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blown out of the bag and a
fresh one is provided. Winner
crouches by the car. "Action,
sir." Lancaster walks to the
car, flings open the door, rais-
es the bag. His eyes glint blue
in the sun. "Shoot." Bang. The
gun smokes. He slams the
door and walks toward the al-
ley.
"Later they're going to slurp
blood around, and Colicus will
fall' out of. the car," says the
know-it-all.
"Gross," says the boy, joy-
ously.
"The 'reason he's shooting
him is he shot his'wife," says
a plump woman. "They're
both C.I.A. men, or maybe
just Burt. And the reason it's
called `Scorpio' ..."
WINNER crouches. "Action,
sir." The car door is opened.
Lancaster's jaw juts firmly.
Bang. Smoke. Slann.
Two D.C. Fire Department
ambulance attendants stand
nearby., They look uneasy.
"What we're supposed to do is
pick up some guy who's sup-
posed to be dead or something
and put him in the ambu-
lance," one says. "The ambu-
lance is parked around the
corner. I guess they'll tell us
which one. We've never been
in a movie." They both laugh.
"It's him," says the authori-
ty, pointing at Colicus.
"They're going to put blood
all over the curb," the boy
adds..
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strides up to,the car. He flings. Approaching car. , . Der.oucinent