The Great Flamarion. 
1946 directed by Anthony Mann and starring the great villainous Erich Von Stroheim. This is probably my favorite film to present to somebody an example of the "femme fatal".This is said because at the end of this film you end up hating her but also loving the conflicts she's causing throughout its entire duration. This was the first authentic noir I I had ever watched (with the exception to Sin City)...but, that-really-doesn't count. Stroheim is one of my favorite actors in film history and one of my favorite auteurs, he was very much involved with the silent film era. 
Furthermore, Erich plays The Great Flamarion whom showcases his excellent marksman talent for audiences but comes off as a loud, abrupt, and grumpy old man that has no life but shooting at his targets and hitting bulls-eye on each one of them(literally). 
He has two helpers, a middle-aged man by the name of Al Wallace whom noticeably has a severe drinking problem, and his gorgeous wife Connie(Mary-Beth Hughes), whom acts as the films main antagonist. 
Connie and Al are low on money, and Al is more than annoying her with his foolish antics. Connie schemes up this plan to tell Mr. Flamarion she is and has been in love with him for quite some time now and has never had a chance to tell him; until now. This is beneficial for Connie, for Mr. Flamarion has a very successful show and he's the star, not to mention the talent. Additionally, this throws Mr. Flamarion sideways and then some. For one he's not so much a people person. Secondly, he hasn't given his heart out in twenty years. And the last, he's bald, old, and twice Connie's age. At first, Mr. Flamarion tells Connie that he must replace her and Al. Connie pleads with them and Mr. Flamarion finally agrees with her that she's right. He hadn't enough time to replace them before the next show. She kisses him. By this, the Scrooge is wielded.