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the only way to go.

The look's more natural.

That's, of course,

'cause they use your own hair.

Very interesting.

Now are you gonna

help me out with him?

Is that why you called me here?

Yeah. You're a big guy.

I don't want to do it alone.

Come on, up.

Get this wallet outta here

before the cops come.

All right, set him down.

Here we go.

Ivan Surva...

He's Russian.

Been here for five months.

The guy that killed Tommy,

he saw you, right?

- Yeah.

- So you could I.D. Him.

Then he sees your picture

in the paper,

then he sends doll hair guy

here to take you out.

So while he was waiting for me,

he got depressed

and shot himself in the back?

Good point.

Who are all these people

trying to kill you?

I don't know.

But I'm in the music business now.

It could be anybody.

Mugambo, my brother,

you check out the Chicks?

I told you, bro.

This Linda Moon... she's a belter.

Mugambo, I gotta jump.

Love you, bro.

Get me Raji on the phone.

What's up?

It's Raji.

Hey. Lowenthal. Joe Loops

was supposed to kill Chili Palmer.

Instead. He killed

some goddamn Russian.

For real?

You two better work this sh*t out

or your ass is next.

Stupid-ass.

I gotta tell you the truth.

I never seen a hit like this before.

I mean, you actually gotta get in line

to whack this guy.

,

Why, you wanna be next?

I'm asking you

because you hit the wrong guy.

They serve one hell of

a stuffed cabbage here, you know that?

The thing that

you wanna remember though is

don't eat it too late

because it tends to stay with you.

Yeah. I'll definitely keep that in mind.

Where we at, Joe?

We ain't nowhere.

I now gotta go find the right guy.

The thing is it'll cost you

another five grand.

What are you talkin' about?

Man, I already paid you.

You're the one who did the wrong guy.

Well, whose fault is that?

It's your fault.

Tough sh*t.

That's the cost of doing business.

Look, you tell Nicky

that there's now a new contract,

and I need another five grand.

I can talk the deal with you,

'cause it's my contract, all right?

- That's why I'm here with you.

- You can't talk sh*t.

You're Nicky's girl.

Me and Nick are partners.

We discuss all facets

of the business together.

Be it music,

be it underworld, girls.

Let me ask you a question.

Nice get-up you got.

How come he calls you his b*tch?

What?

His b*tch.

Why does he call you his b*tch?

What, mother...?!

Did I stutter?

What if I called you

a fat, stupid guinea bee-yatch?

Bee-yatch!

I'd take this baseball bat that I got

out in the back of my Cadillac,

and I'd swat you

across the mouth with it.

I said what if I called you that.

Hypothetically, just a scenario.

I wasn't actually saying it to you.

I'm always lookin' out.

I gotta operate.

I wanna make sure

I got the right guy.

Now I need the right guy

to get the right guy.

Now I want the five grand up front.

Tonight at the Mayan.

What? The what?

Take the wax

outta your goddamn ears.

The Mayan, downtown.

I never happen

to have heard of the Mayan,

so I was making sure

I knew where it was.

You mean there's something

you haven't heard of?

Okay, man.

All right, take off.

Are we cool?

Come on, man.

J. Leazy! What's up?

My man!

- All right. I feel that.

- Take off.

Mad respect for not giving respect.

I feel you.

Let me tell you something.

Don't do that "J. Leazy" sh*t.

That's what your name is.

I don't like that.

Don't do it.

I'll see you at the Mayan club, my man.

Mad respect to you, Loop.

Stone-face killer.

Next time try to find

something red to wear.

The future is now

It starts today

How about that?

Yeah, that girl's voice

is off the chain.

But I gotta say, she needs a sound.

What are you saying?

That she can't sing?

No. Chili, that girl can totally sing.

- What do you mean?

- But is she a star?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Okay. Take American dol. Okay?

All those girls, they can sing, right?

But who cares, right?

Who are they?

And then you take, like, J. Lo, and it's

like that sh*t's been remixed so much,

I could be Jenny from the block.

Are you gonna produce this or not?

Well, leave it to Tommy.

I mean, the last of the great spenders.

No wonder he kept

the books locked up.

All right, because they're empty.

We don't own any of this stuff.

We're broke.

How can that be?

I mean, you must have made a pile

off of Dub MD's alone.

That's Weapons of Mass Destruction.

I know who they are.

Yeah, well, whatever we made off them,

I can't find it in the books,

which means we can't afford

to record her,

which means no masters,

which means no CDs,

which sure as hell means

no more NTL Records.

Hello?

So, what'd you think?

I would love to produce your record.

And because I am going

to produce it, it will rock.

That's great.

So Capitol can miss you

for a few days?

I think we can negotiate that.

Wait, you were with Capitol?

I was supposed to meet

an A&R guy over there,

but then I signed with Nick Carr.

Excuse me, Linda.

Did you just say

you're under contract with Nick Carr?

No, not anymore.

Actually, Chili told Raji

that it was cancelled.

Linda? Why don't you

take a break, honey?

All right.

Chili, it doesn't work like that, okay?

I mean, you've gotta

get the contract back from him.

Otherwise, he still runs the show.

Edie, I was a shylock.

I know how these things work.

I've known Nicky for years.

You'll get your contract.

Slight problem.

This could be ugly.

- Why is that?

- That's Sin LaSalle.

He manages and produces

the Dub MD's.

Tommy owe him money?

I would say yes.

- Tiffany, man the phones.

- Okay.

Hy, get in the office.

Look like you know what you're doing.

Edie, I want you behind the desk.

You're still the boss.

These guys need to see

that NTL is still in business.

Okay.

Where should I hide the books?

Leave them on the desk.

And whatever you do,

don't mention the Russians.

Don't mention the Russians.

Okay.

No. No, we're totally booked.

But that would've been good.

Hang on one second.

Sin, honey!

How are you?

Enough with the pleasantries.

Where's our money, Edie?

Sin.

Sin LaSalle. Man!

What's up?! Come on!

No?

Okay, you know what?

I totally get it, man.

I totally get it.

First of all, welcome to NTL.

Second of all,

I wanna introduce myself.

Hy Gordon.

I know who you are.

- See?

- Capitol Records.

Eight years ago,

you turned down our demo, Hyman.

You know what, Sin?

You know Capitol, man.

It's like art by committee

over there, okay?

Personally, I totally, totally dug

all y'all's sound, all right?

Seriously, I'm thinkin'

about leavin' Capitol.

Look, Sin, you know,

Tommy left his will a mess.

You know, if you just give us

a few weeks...

Right. Then I'd call up

and the phone is disconnected.

Why don't you write us

a check for 300 grand

and we'll kindly be on our way.

Sin, you know we don't have

that kind of money on hand.

Then I need to check your books.

Be cool.

Be cool?

You don't know me.

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