- Really? - Yeah.
I'm one of those guys. What am I thinking?
Well, don't get me wrong.
An actual metamorphosis doesn't take place.
That wouldn't be acting.
So you don't know what I'm thinking?
No, I don't, but I have to say I'm curious.
So you want to know what I'm thinking?
- Yeah, if you want to tell me. - I'm thinking about a movie.
One of mine?
No, one that we're producing.
With what, wise-guy money? Hmm?
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
No. Look, Martin, I'm not connected to that anymore...
not since I left that loan-sharking operation in Miami.
What's the matter... pressure got too much for you?
Pressure? I'm the one who applied the pressure.
Oh, yeah?
Now, Martin, can I ask you a question?
You're an actor. Actors like to pretend, right?
We've been known to make believe.
Pretend this.
You're a shylock. A guy owes you 15 grand.
He skips town. He takes off. What do you do?
Oh, Martin, for Christ sake.
Just... you know...
I'm doing Shylock instead of a shylock.
Right.
All right, what's my motivation?
The acquisition of money. To collect.
To inflict pain if I have to.
Guy splits with 15 large of my money, I go after him!
What the hell you think I'd do?
- Martin, look at me. - I am looking at you.
No, look at me the way I'm looking at you.
Put it in your eyes.
"You're mine, asshole," without saying it.
Okay. How about this?
What are you telling me, that you're sleepy?
That you want to go to bed?
All right. Wait, wait.
Okay.
Now you're squinting like you need glasses.
Well, what do you... what do you...
- Look at me. - What?
What I'm thinking is, "You're mine. I fuckin' own you."
But what I'm not doing is feeling one way or another about it.
You see, you're not a person to me.
You're an entry in my book, that's all. You're just a guy who owes me money.
All right. How about this?
Ooh. Wow.
Not bad, not bad.
- No wonder you're Martin Weir. - Oh, yeah.
That's what I think of you, asshole.
Nothin'.
I believe it. I believe it.
So I turn this on when I confront the guy?
You haven't found him yet, because he split for Las Vegas.
- How do I know that? - Because his wife told you.
Oh, his wife told me. Okay.
- Harry, how you doing? - Bo, hi. Great.
I'm expecting some people.
You must be doing some big deals, doing lunch in a place like this.
Yeah, I'm working on a few things.
I hear you bagged Martin Weir for Mr. Lovejoy.
This town. Boy, word gets around, doesn't it?
Chili Palmer told me...
last night, when he called me over to your office to talk about it.
Chili Palmer showed you my script?
Yeah. I was wondering why he would do that.
So the wife sues the airline. This is some gutsy babe.
Good-looking, too... like Karen.
So when do I meet up with the husband and give him the look?
That's not so simple.
There's a mob guy. Real hard-on. You owe him money.
And he's after you, wants to take you out
because you broke his nose and shot him.
Right, right. Go ahead. Keep going.
Well, at this point, basically that's gotta be it.
You mean that's all you're gonna tell me?
Actually, Martin, the reason we came by was to talk about Mr. Lovejoy.
We understand that you read the script, that you loved it, you flipped.
Refresh my memory.
Listen, Harry, how'd you like to get your hands on $500,000?
You pay me back at your convenience with no interest.
Are you serious?
All I want in return is to work on this movie with you.
In fact, I've already got some strong ideas on how to fix it up.
Gentlemen, can I get you anything else?
Let's get another one for Mr. Zimm. Double.
You're just gonna give me this 500 grand?
We'll talk about that, Harry,
but first I gotta know...
how'd you hook up with this Chili Palmer?
Yeah, Mr. Lovejoy. It was good. I'll call Buddy and set up a meeting.
- All right. Who's Buddy? - Lufkin, his agent.
Karen knows him.
- But you are interested? - Yeah, I'm intrigued.
It might help you if you take another look at The Cyclone...
the way a visual fabric is maintained
while the metaphor plays on different levels.
Hey, Chili, is this your ride?
Yeah. I like to sit up high, check everything out.
I mean, it is the Cadillac of minivans.
Yeah. Check this out.
Wow. You mind if I take it for a spin?
He was watching Letterman, huh? Sneaky, that Chili Palmer.
So, did he ever find that dry cleaner, the one with all that money on him?
Leo? I don't know.
I bet he did, but he ain't giving you one penny of it
to help you out... not the way I am.
Assuming I go along with this, when could I have the 500 grand?
Whenever you want.
The money's in one of those jock bags in $100 bills out at the airport,
just waiting in a locker to be picked up.
At the airport, huh?
It was waiting out there on a deal that didn't go through, Harry,
one that you don't want to know about.
I don't know. L...
All right, it's not the kind of thing you do.
So I'm thinking, why not send your boy Chili Palmer?
If he gets busted, hit on the head, you aren't out a thing, Harry.
C-18.
Magic number.
I don't think so.
I'm positive. It was Susan Hayward.
No, no. It was Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford...
Excuse me, Harry.
Wait here.
I'd like you to meet my associate Bear... movie stuntman,
champion weight lifter, as you might have noticed.
Throws things out I don't want.
I think you oughtta turn around and go back to Miami.
- You're a stuntman? - Yeah.
You any good?
Am I any good?
That's not bad for a guy his size.
I'll make you a deal.
If you can get outta here before I take my coat off,
I won't clean up the floor with you and mess up your pretty little costume.
You don't know me. You only think you do.
That guy is a stuntman.
Yeah. He was in Creatures.
Rough business, this movie business.
I may have to go back to loan-sharking just to take a rest.
Harry, what are you still doing with those guys?
He happens to be loaning me $500,000... no strings.
I can write any kind of agreement I want.
Cash or check?
Cash, and it happens to be sitting at the airport in a locker at this moment.
A locker at the airport?
Harry, Jesus Christ, tell me you're not really that stupid.
You're being set up, Harry.
You pulled him out of that Freaks deal. Now he's paying you back.
Is that right? He's setting me up?
Why is it that Catlett said I should send you to the airport to pick it up,
since you haven't done a fucking thing for me
since you got involved in this except show Bo Catlett my script?
You're right, Harry, you're not the one being set up.
At least Bo has invested in three of my movies.
Harry, we spoke with Martin.
- We? - Chili and me.
Really?
He asked us to call Buddy, set up a meeting.
A meeting...
you and Karen?
Guy's been in town two days,
and already he thinks he's David O. Fuckin' Selznick.
Okay, Mr. O. Selznick, should I make my deal with Bo,
or are you finally gonna help me out
and have a talk with your dry cleaner if you find him?
I found him, but forget about Leo's money, Harry.
Do you have it?
If I gave you Leo's money, you'd have Ray Bones all over your ass,
and that's a whole new kind of trouble.
Who?
Ray Barboni... he lives in Miami. He owns Leo now that Momo's dead.
Who the fuck is Momo? Jesus Christ! Where do you get these names?
I'll tell you what I'll do for you, Harry.
I'll go out to the airport tomorrow morning when it's crowded.
I'll check it out. If there's no problem, I'll get you your money.
But I wouldn't get my hopes up, Harry.
Maybe I should call this Ray Barboni character
and see if he wants to invest in my movie.
Don't waste your time, Harry. He's not a movie fan.
Now, come on, give me the key.
Oh, Harry.
You tell him he's gotta be outta there by five in the morning.
Because the actor will only work one night, that's why.
I gotta go. Yeah.
Coming.
- Who is it? - Me.
- Oh, fuck! - I heard that.
Hello, Doris.
Harry Zimm, you look like a wet kiss.
Well, aren't you gonna offer me whatever it is you taste like?
Come in, Doris.
My favorite color... putty.
Yeah, I like it.
What do you want, Doris?
- I miss Murray, Harry. - Yeah, I miss him, too.
A hell of a good writer, you know.
I should know. I discovered him.
Made him what he was.
What he was was a hack.
He couldn't get a job writing for anybody but you.
I'm being honest.
He was a lousy writer, but he was a good husband.
I just didn't know until it was too late.
Yeah, well, 20/20 hindsight and all that. You know what they say.
I hate being alone.
The house is so quiet, so lonely.
It needs... a man's touch.
Nice necklace, Doris.
I don't know how I feel about this.
You seem to feel fine about it.
I mean morally. You know, Murray was a friend.
Murray's dead.
Does this mean that
you're gonna reconsider our deal on Mr. Lovejoy?
No, but now that you mention it,
I did talk to a gorgeous young executive over at Paramount the other day
who just happened to get his hands on the script.
What did he say?
He said if Martin's interested, I can get half a million for it, easy.
Oh, don't worry, Harry.
- I'm still gonna give you till Friday. - How honorable of you.
You want me to go? Just say so.
What the hell.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- What? - Ray Barboni?
Who is this?
S this the guy they call Ray Bones?
- It depends. Who is this? - Who is this?
This is the one telling you the way it is.
Okay, asshole?
Now, you want your 300 grand or don't you?
What 300 grand are you talking about?
The 300 grand a guy named Leo Devoe
scammed off an airline.
The 300 grand that Chili Palmer now has in his possession.
Hello? Are you there?
Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I just don't like this anonymous crap.
It means you're either a big chickenshit, or you're not for real.
Trust me, I am very for real.
Okay, then, so who are you?
Happen to work for Harry Zimm. All right?
Who?
Harry Zimm. The man happens to be a major Hollywood player.
I never heard of him.
Maybe that's because you've never been out of fuckin' Miami. Dipshit.
Maybe you oughtta get on a plane,
come out to L. A... take a meeting with Mr. Zimm.
Okay, so this Zimm guy... what is he asking for, a finder's fee or something?
S that what we're talking about here?
Hey, Zimm don't ask for dick.
Zimm tells you the way it is... or else.
Or else what?
Or else use your fuckin' imagination!
Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me out.
I got a gift in here for my wife. It's a surprise.
I was wondering if you could put this in locker C-17 for me.
Ten bucks. Take you two minutes.
Yeah, okay.
You'll need some of this.
You gotta make it quick, though. She's in the john.
C-17.
Good man.
Excuse me!
Let's go, boys.
Excuse me, sir.
Agent Curtis, Drug Enforcement.
These are Agents Dunbar and Morgan.
- Would you come with us, please? - Jesus Christ, what's going on?
Let's just follow him and behave ourselves, what do you say?
Mr. Barbone? Welcome to LA.
I'm Bobby, your driver. Did you have a good flight?
I hope you drive better than you fuckin' spell, jack-off.
The name is Barboni, not Barbone, okay?
You want to go to the hotel first, Mr. Escobar?
I want to get my fuckin' money.
- You live in Miami? - That's right.
- What are you doing in Los Angeles? - I'm in the movie business.
- You're an investor, is that it? - No, I'm a producer.
- You have a card in this? - Not yet. I just got started.
I'd appreciate you telling me what this is about.
I got a John Doe warrant says I can strip-search you.
Pat him down.
Put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs.
What are you doing at the airport?
I was supposed to pick up my wife here, but she wasn't on the plane.
Why, if you live in Miami, is your wife coming in from Newark?
We had a fight, and she left me, went back to Brooklyn,
so I called her and I said, "Why don't you come out west?
Maybe a change of scenery will get us back together again."
She said okay, but evidently, she changed her mind.
- Your wife a Lakers fan? - I am.
I'm a fan of everything that's L.A.
I love it out here.
He's clean.
You can go.
What are you guys looking for, anyway?
A bomb or something? What is it?
Something that shouldn't be there.
Is that right?
Why don't you get an attendant to open up the lockers and look in?
Maybe you'll find it.
That's an idea. I'll think about it.
Yeah, I'd do that. Then I'd get the right guy next time.
Mr. Barbone, you ever want to go to the beach,
here's the freeway you take that we're on.
Of course, on the weekend, there's no traffic.
I'm from Miami fuckin' Beach, and you want to show me the ocean?
And what about the sun?
Does that ever shine in this town, or is this smog around all the time?
They say the smog's the reason we have such beautiful sunsets.
That's what they say, huh?
What a bunch of fuckin' bullshit.
I don't know how I could have missed you in that shirt.
It's the same as the other one,
except a different-colored hibiscus, is that right?
- You didn't have the key on you? - You think I'd be standing here?
If you're gonna set someone up and you want it to work,
it's gotta be a surprise. Can you remember that?
Spotted 'em, huh?
Did you see it work in some movie that you got beat up in?
Got to ask you for that key back.
Hey, wait a minute.
The setup didn't work, and you want the key back?
Bo said if you didn't open the locker, the deal's off.
You're serious?
This is how you guys do business? I'm surprised you're not dead.
There's no fuckin' way you're gonna get that key, okay,
unless you put a gun to my head, and then maybe we'll talk.
Now, move away from the fuckin' car.
I don't need a gun for you.
All right, all right.
Slow down. Breathe through your mouth.
Slow. Breathe.
Bear, look at me.
You tell your boss I don't want to see him again.
He made a deal with Harry, and a deal's a deal.
You got that?
Okay, get up.
What are you hanging around a guy like that for, anyway?
You were in the movies. You were a stuntman, right?
What's he ever done that he can talk about?
- You okay? - Not too bad.
How about when you fell down the stairs?
Pulled my quadriceps.
So how many movies you been in?
About 60.
- No shit? - No shit.
What were some of them?
You didn't see none of 'em.
- What were some of 'em? - You wouldn't know any names.
Who is it?
I'm the dipshit who's never been out of Miami.
Well, Mr. Barboni, what a nice surprise.
Good to see you. Have a seat.
Right here, right here.
Ray... Ray Bones.
Barbone. Sorry.
Oh, yes. Uh...
They say the fuckin' smog is the fuckin' reason
you have such beautiful fuckin' sunsets.
Yeah.
What do you mean, he faked them out?
He knew it was a setup and he was ready for it.
- So where's the money? - Guess it's still in the locker.
You guess. You mean you don't know?
Mean don't care. Bo. Really don't care.
Bear, I'm gonna call you later.
Mr. Escobar, what a surprise. Welcome to L.A.
Where's my nephew?
Your who?
Yayo! Where is he?
I haven't seen Yayo.
He's my sister's kid... no father, not too bright.
Personally, I think he's a retard.
I only gave him the job as a favor to my sister, you understand.
Oh, sure. Family. I know how that goes.
He comes up here with our product.
He's supposed to come back home with the $500,000.
He never shows up.
Meanwhile, my sister's going crazy.
She's calling me all the time. She's worried.
Me, I just want to know what happened to my fucking money.
I don't know. I gave the man his money.
I sent him on his way.
You gave him the money?
I gave him the key to a locker that had the money in it.
Why would you do that... put the money in a locker?
Because there were a zillion DEA guys
hanging around the terminal.
A zillion? That's a lot, huh?
Mr. Escobar, maybe your nephew panicked and took off.
Why are you talking to me this bullshit?
I think maybe I have Ramon and Cesar staple your tongue to your chin!
What do you think?
I think you speak very good English, Mr. Escobar.
We're gonna spend the weekend at the Universal Sheraton.
Take the tour. See the shark.
Check out that Miami Vice Action Spectacular.
Oh, nice. Yeah.
After, we're gonna come back here, get my money.
Oh, yeah.
And Yayo, too.
His fuckin' nephew?
When you get to town. You go straight to the bank.
You raid the limo account.
Hey, bro, I'm in town. It don't matter. We got dick in the bank.
We dumped it all into Harry's movie.
I'm talking about you, Ray Barboni,
owning a piece of a major motion picture.
How much of a piece is entirely up to you.
What I'm saying is, you could invest
part of the 300 grand that Palmer owes you, or all of it.
It's entirely up to you.
Where's Chili Palmer? Where's Leo Devoe?
Where's my fuckin' money?
Ray... look at me.
What?
Look at me, Ray.
Did you just say look at you?
- Look at me, Ray. - I'll tell you what, Harry.
Why don't you take a fuckin' look at this?
And have a peek at this.
You know, Harry, this...
is the exact fuckin' thing I needed...
a little fuckin' exercise...
after that long fuckin'...
...plane ride.
You got a big problem, Harry.
Well, come on, Harry, don't pass out on me.
Look at me, Harry.
Where's my money?
Harry, I'm gonna ask you one more time,
then I gotta shoot you,
you don't tell me what I want to know.
- Where's my money? - Your money?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Ray Barboni from Miami.
What, like that's supposed to mean something to me?
The man you're standing on there happens to belong to me and my partner.
- This piece of shit owes me money. - Get in line.
But I don't like waiting in lines.
Tough shit, bro. This ain't Miami.
You want something, you gotta talk to me.
No, no, no, no. Fuck you, fuck ball. I mean, L.A. Is an open city,
and I don't think I have to get permission from nobody for nothing.
Oh, really? Well, uh, I just closed it.
You must be what they call one of those quick-draw artists,
because of the way you've got your gun stuck way down in your belt like that.
What do you got there, huh? A wop 9?
Fuckin' Fiat of guns.
Always jamming on you at the wrong time.
Don't you puke on my shoes, Harry.
Hey, Harry, I want you to do me a favor.
I want you to take this gun and put a pill in the bro over there.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
"Why the fuck would I shoot him? The guy's already dead."
But you see, Harry, the police, they have these tests,
tell you whether or not a guy fired a gun.
And I was never here. Do you understand that, Harry?
I was never here.
And if you say I was, I'm gonna come back
and I'm gonna throw you right out of that fuckin' window.
All right, knock it off, Harry. We haven't got a lot of time here.
That's it. That's it.
Not a worry in the world.
Your pool needs skimming.
Yeah. That was Martin.
He wants to have lunch tomorrow, if you can make it.
- Depends on who's paying. - Definitely not Martin.
Movie stars, they never pick up the check.
They have no idea what things cost.
Of course, most of 'em don't know their phone number
and a lot don't even know their zip code.
I don't know.
I just can't get used to the idea that the two of you were together.
- You don't like Martin much, do you? - No, I do. I do.
I think he's... I think he's short.
But, uh...
I know he's a good actor and everything,
but what was it exactly that you saw in him?
Martin was different then. He wasn't a movie star.
Anyway, what about your story? You thought of a title yet?
Yeah. How about Get Shorty?
How about Chili's Hollywood Adventure?
I don't know. That's a different story.
I'm still working on that one.
I'm still getting the visual fabric together.
But I have added to it.
- Yeah. There's a girl in it now. - Really?
She looks a lot like you.
I think you could be an actor.
I know you're acting sometimes, but you don't show it.
You thought I was fakin'?
No, not then. I mean in general.
You don't mean a movie star, though, right?
You're talking more like a character actor.
Well, whichever.
I could see myself in the parts that Robert DeNiro plays.
Maybe even an Al Pacino movie, you know, playin' a real hard-on.
But I couldn't see myself in them movies
where, like, the three guys get left with a baby
and they don't know how to take care of it,
so they act like grown-up assholes.
- Chili, look at me. - I couldn't...
Leave a message.
Hi. Karen. It's Doris.
Doll. You might want to come by Cedars tonight and visit Harry.
He's in the emergency room.
Let's go.
What can I tell ya?
I stopped by his office
to see if he wanted to take me to Le Dome for dinner
when I see Harry and some other man lying on the floor.
Good night, Todd. 'Night, Lewis.
- Oh, man. Jesus. - Harry, my God.
He can't talk... he's full of Demerol.
What happened?
According to Todd... Sergeant Randall...
a man named Ronnie came by Harry's office
to collect on a debt.
- He got rough and Harry shot him. - You shot Ronnie?
Hello, hello. Okay. Here we go.
Looks like Mr. Zimm here has a broken jaw
and some neck trauma to go with these fractured hands.
Excuse us, folks.
Harry, Martin wanted to meet us for lunch tomorrow at the lvy,
and I'd cancel, but he's going to Cannes next week.
So I really think that maybe Chili and I should still go.
Okay, who wants to take a crack at wiring Mr. Zimm's jaw?
Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch!
Hi, Bo.
Hey, Farrah. Little honey bunny.
You wipe your feet before you come in here?
- Yeah. - That's my girl.
Keep Uncle Bo's carpet nice and white.
I been calling you. Where you been?
See the paper?
Yeah, I seen it. I don't believe it.
Says Harry shot Ronnie five times...
four through the chest and one through his foot.
His foot. Jesus. Poor Ronnie.
Tonight, later on, I got one for you,
doesn't involve any heavy work.
I want you to go take a look around Chili Palmer's hotel room.
No, I can't. I can't.
I gotta take Farrah to her mother's in Costa Mesa, and...
...and that don't matter, 'cause I quit!
I don't work for you no more.
I just came down here to tell you right to your face
so we got no misunderstanding.
Bear, the Colombians are in L.A., all upset about their money.
Now if that ain't enough, it turns out as a bonus
that Yo-yo was Escobar's nephew.
That's your problem. You're the one that shot the guy.
Hey, honey bunny. Come here, Farrah.
Come here, honey bunny.
Come and see Uncle Bo. Come on. Yeah!
You know how Uncle Bo hates being alone.
In fact, he hates it so much,
he takes a fall, he's not gonna fall by himself.
He's gonna plea-deal his way out... give up his ace stuntman,
now one of the West Coast dope kings...
if they go easy on the Cat.
I hear in federal joints,
they let you spend an extra five minutes with your daddy
on Father's Day.
Just let her go, Bo.
After this one, I'm out. You understand?
This is the last time we talk to each other.
You remember Harry's story
about the dry cleaner Palmer was after...
the one that stole that $300,000 from the airline?
Yeah, what about him?
Tonight, you go have a look around Palmer's hotel room
while I check out Karen Flores' place.
See if he hasn't stashed it somewhere,
and you meet me back here at midnight.
So what kind of food they got at this lvy place?
It's Continental, but it doesn't matter.
Martin won't order from the menu anyway.
Why not?
Because movie stars can never order straight from the menu.
They have to think of something they have to have that isn't on the menu.
Harry, what are you doin' here? You're supposed to be in the hospital.
Hey, Harry, you look like you oughtta be in one of your own horror movies.
- My project. - What'd he say?
"My project."
Mr. Zimm!
Hey, Harry! Attaboy, killer.
Right this way.
You're a celebrity, Harry.
You should have shot someone a long time ago.
Hi.
Excuse me. How you doing?
Hello. Hi.
How you doing? Whoa. Hey, Chili.
- Good to see you. - Great to see you.
Oh, Harry.
Oh, my goodness.
- Hi, Martin. - Sweet face.
You look great. You smell good, too.
Thanks.
So, Harry, I hear you had quite an experience.
Well, anyway, I'm glad you're okay.
You know what else?
I'm really glad that you rejected me 10 years ago
when I auditioned for the part of Eddie Solomon,
the pedophile clown in Birthday Boy.
If I'd gotten that part, I might have been typecast.
Have you guys ordered? Because I really have something after this.
Can we order? Excuse me. Could you...
- Hi. What's your name? - Stephanie.
Hi, Stephanie. I feel like an omelet.
Can you make an egg-white omelet
with shallots only slightly browned, very little olive oil, and no salt?
Bring one for the table. We'll pick on it.
No.
I know. How about having those strawberry frappes...
you know, the little drinks with the little strawberries in them?
And bring two straws for Harry.
Anyway, I think the romance angle In your story is critically important.
This shouldn't be just a hop in the sack for either of them.
These two should fall deeply in love.
Which two?
Later, when their lives are in danger and the mob guy's chasing them,
it not only heightens the tension,
but it adds a wistful element to their romance.
Mob guy?
I have to consider, as the mob guy,
it's another man's wife I'm sleeping with, so...
- And after all, you have such morals. - Mob guy?
Look, I have to run, but what I would like to see is that...
they begin to have misgivings about wanting the money.
This becomes a moral dilemma for the two of them.
They rationalize taking it, but in the end, they can't.
What money?
The 300 large. What other money is there?
I know I shouldn't be talking about this until I've read the script,
but I have such a good feeling about this.
I am that shylock.
Look at me, Harry!
Not bad. You're really getting it down.
It scares me how well I know this guy.
I mean, I could do this tomorrow, no further preparation.
Doll face...
you really should think about getting back into acting.
We could do something together.
- I'll give it some heavy thought. - Okay.
Take care of yourself, Harry.
Enjoy.
Here, let me help you out. Go ahead.
Suck harder.
Chili, wake up. Somebody's downstairs.
- It's Harry. - How you know?
He's doin' the same thing you did to him...
playin' Letterman on TV.
That's not Dave, that's a movie.
- You gonna go down? - I don't know.
- You don't know? - I know, I'm goin', I'm goin'.
- Karen, you got a gun? - No.
Any kind of gun will do.
- No. - No?
Sounds like Rio Bravo.
Maybe this will help.
Guess 'll take that drink now. Charlie.
Thought you would.
You want that gun? Pick it up.
Wish you would.
- I need the money. - What money?
The 300 grand that you got from a little dry cleaner named Leo.
Let me get this straight.
You break into Karen Flores' house
and you ask for 300 grand that doesn't belong to you?
Just give me the money, I'll be on my way.
I can't believe how you guys do business out here.
I can't believe how fucked up your organization is.
I'll tell you what... how about I count to three
and I'll organize your fuckin' brain all over the wall back there?
- How about that? One... - You're gonna shoot me now, huh, Bo?
- Just a second. Two... - I can't believe this.
She can't talk right now.
That's a really nice scream. They oughtta give you more work.
All right, I'll get you the money, but it's not here.
I gotta go get it.
Okay, fine. In the meantime, I'll just hold onto her for safekeeping.
- Now, you know Laurel Canyon? - I'll find it.
I'm at 8150 Wonderland Avenue, right off of Laurel.
I'll be there, Karen.
You get the money?
No. What is this?
Plan "B."
You make yourself comfortable.
- Karen Flores is plan "B"? - Don't ask questions, Bear.
- She's a movie star! - I don't care what she is.
- Oh, for Christ sake. - Gonna make a little trade.
- Trade for what? - The money, Bear.
You get life for kidnapping!
Just calm down, Bear.
You're talkin' about life in prison, you want me to calm down?!
- Do not fade on me now, Bear. - You're gonna shoot me now?
Go ahead, then! Put me outta my misery. Go ahead!
I said calm the hell down,
unless you want to spend the rest of your life
holding Farrah on your lap in a room full of goddamn felons!
So... this is one of them houses you see hangin' off the side of the cliff.
Where's Karen?
In my bathroom. Where's the money?
- Let me see her. - Go ahead.
You okay?
Guy's got a fucking pink toilet, for Christ sake.
She's great. Give me the money.
First, I'm gonna settle something between you and me.
I've been shot at before...
once by accident, twice on purpose... and I'm still here.
Once by accident, twice on purpose... and I'm still here.
And I'm gonna be here as long as I want,
which means that you gotta be somewhere else...
and nowhere near me, Karen, or Harry.
Now, here's your money.
Take it, and leave the movie business
to the rest of us who know what we're doing.
Come on, Karen.
You broke in my house, and I have a witness to it.
What?
Only this time it ain't no John Wayne or Dean Martin
shooting bad guys in El Dorado.
That was Rio Bravo.
Robert Mitchum played the drunk in El Dorado.
Dean Martin played the drunk in Rio Bravo.
Basically, it was the same part.
John Wayne did the same in both... he played John Wayne.
I can't wait for you to be dead.
Are you gonna let him talk to me...
That's for the stairs, and that's for the airport!
Get him off my carpet before he starts to bleed.
You want to take this guy out?
Come out on the deck, make it look like he came at us.
You shoot him. Self-defense.
Get up.
Shouldn't he have a weapon, a knife or something?
Get it later.
All right, Bear. That's enough! Enough, Bear!
You keep hitting him like that, he's not gonna look like he broke in anymore.
He's gonna look like somebody beat him up and then shot him.
No, he ain't.
Hold on, man. We're gonna get the fuck outta here.
- What the hell are you doing? - Karen, what the fuck are you doing?
- Oh, shit! - She's shootin' at us! Come on.
Oh, I'm sorry! Sorry!
Wow.
How do you think that happened?
Beats the shit outta me.
- Were you scared up there? - You bet.
- You don't act like it. - I was scared then, not now.
How long you want me to be scared?
I'll be right back.
How'd you get in here?
It was easy. I told them I was you.
I acted real stupid, and they believed me.
So what brings you to L.A., Bones?
Please, don't insult me. Just turn around.
Turn around.
Do you know that you're the dumbest fuck I ever met in my whole life?
Let me take a look in these pockets.
You should have told me about Leo Devoe
as soon as you found out about him.
Why would I do something like that?
Because the guy is a customer of mine, that's why, dummy.
He belongs to me.
Well, well, well, well, well.
What have we here? "C-18."
Now, I wonder what this could be?
A locker key? But where's the locker?
I checked the bag at the airport.
Which terminal?
Sovereign.
You found Leo, huh?
You found him, you took the poor bastard's money,
you put it in a locker all ready to go.
Why haven't you left?
I like it out here.
You know, Chili, I been thinking...
there's really no reason why you and I shouldn't get along.
Forget about all of that stuff that happened before.
I don't even remember how this mess started.
You took a swing at me for some fuckin' thing.
I say fuck it.
I say you owe me money. I say fuck that.
I say you owe me the juice out of the money.
I say fuck that, too.
I say live and let die, but this...
this is strictly between you and I.
You say nothing to nobody about this. Understood?
- Whatever you say, Ray. - I think it's only fair, don't you?
Well, then, it's all settled. I'll see you around.
Dumb fuck.
Come on.
The fuckin' airport.
Bingo, boys. Let's go.
Hey, Bones. Look at me.
Fuck you, fuckball.
- Damn. - Cut! Cut!
I am pushing the right button.
You're not pushing the right button,
or else that thing wouldn't fall on the floor.
But it's all right.
Bear-man, show him how to do it, okay?
- I don't know, maybe it's... - What do you want to do, Harry?
We'll get it fixed.
Wrap. It's a wrap. Come back tomorrow.
Fuck!
Harry, what are you doing?
You should have gone into overtime to get that shot.
This is only the second day. We're already two weeks behind.
And do me a favor, all right, Harry?
Here's what I don't understand.
Martin already told me that he loves it.
Buddy, I just don't think that Martin is right, okay?
Why the hell not?
Because he's too short. Come on.
Why does he keep pushing Martin Weir?
Packaging.
You can't make a Martin Weir into a Mel Gibson.
Do you want to go to Morton's or Dan Tana's?
I don't know.