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I'd rather talk

to Mrs. Mannix.

There's nothing there

for you.

Yeah? Then why are you

pitching me?

When it comes to publicity, what's

true or false really doesn't matter.

If it hurts the studio, if it stops

one person from buying a ticket,

I have to fix it.

That's my job.

The offer's sincere.

Don't let pride stand in the way.

It won't get you what you want.

Sad day, huh, boys?

Tell you what's sadder.

Calling it suicide when it's really

murder. Now why would the cops do that?

Sing us a new song, Simo.

What, you don't love me

any more?

Two months ago, somebody drained all the

fluid out of George Reeves' brake line.

Almost bought it right then.

Coincidence, right?

I mean, LAPD don't make mistakes. Huh,

Patterson? What's the truth, huh, boys?

Who wanted him dead?

You guys might be lazy,

but nobody said you're dumb.

Give me that.

Name some names.

You want me

to write it for you, too?

Hey, you got a story

or not?

You want names?

Ask this guy.

He's got the names.

The names, pictures.

What's he doing here when MGM never

cut Reeves a check in his life?

Huh? Come on,

do some work, will you?

Hey, Capa, lift

the f***ing camera, will you.

There you go.

Say "cheese. "

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hi, Bobby.

Hi, Bobby.

Good to see you.

Thank you so much.

Good luck. How you doing,

kid? Good to see you.

Well, buddy,

they love it so far.

You got any prejudices

against girls?

That's what I thought.

Well, now, it looks like you're

all primed for a big night, Tom.

Hello, Stark.

Want some company?

No, thanks, all tied up.

Leva tells me you've been

eyeing the Captain's wife

like a hound dog at

hunting time. He has, huh?

Superman.

Took up with a lot of men

back there at Fort Bliss.

Well, I wouldn't put

stock in stories like that.

This ain't no story.

Look up on the screen!

Not for long, though.

More powerful

than a locomotive!

People can see you.

Faster than

a speeding bullet.

Hey, where's Lois Lane?

Hello.

I didn't think

you were coming.

Why not? I ain't late.

I'll always take care

of my boy.

Nice shot, Louie.

Kit?

You listening?

Get the f*** out of my house!

Are you listening?

Nod your head.

Be smart. Let it go.

What, your mother's snatch?

She won't let me.

Here's what I mean.

Louis? Louis?

Louis, can you hear me? Louis?

I'm calling a doctor,

all right?

I don't wanna go

to the doctor.

Well, at least some ice.

There's no ice in the fridge.

Stop being stubborn, all

right? You were unconscious.

There's no ice.

What did you say?

There's no ice.

Sit down.

What's this about?

This murder bullshit

I've been slinging.

I think it might be true.

I can help. Oh, come on,

you know I can.

Kit, let's call it a day,

all right?

What?

You shouldn't be around me.

This isn't some TV show

you wanna be in.

This is just

a f***ed-up little business.

It makes you go around, and you find out

how shitty people are to make the rent.

You don't really believe that. I

know you care about what you do.

You know what I care about?

That you're balling this Chad kid

and you don't got the guts to tell me.

Look, I was...

Going to. Yeah.

So, now you don't have to.

Do you want me here today?

No, I don't think I do.

Let's go outside.

You packing? Not when I

cross the street for lunch.

Lou, I do what I'm told.

You took the cash

from that rag, same as me!

4,500 for ratting on some hop-head

actress and I never said a word!

'Cause I'm loyal!

To my f***ing partner!

Rick.

Why?

Didn't say.

Just, "Take care of it. "

You tell me why!

Look, when I helped you out

with the old lady,

I should've kept my mouth

shut. I had to make good.

You would have done the same

thing, don't bullshit me!

That's how

the mortgage gets paid!

What?

Mr. Simo.

Mr. Sinclair?

You have to stop, okay, I'm

not gonna... I need your help.

Things are...

They're not what they seem.

What are you saying?

I've misjudged terribly.

And...

Can you meet with me, Mr.

Simo? I won't bother you again.

Please.

Meet you where?

What are you doing here?

I... My client...

She was your client?

Shot her in the throat,

the heart

and in the vagina.

Mr. Simo.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I do wish you'd been prompt.

I suppose the fault is mine

for failing to see that you and

your whore were not aiding me,

but guarding the rampant

fornications of my wife.

I hope you've learned

the meaning of justice.

Come on.

This one's easier

than your other murder.

So, what's the emergency?

Better have

a drink, Art.

It's 10:
30 in the morning.

What?

It's pretty bad.

What is?

Enough, George.

Let's deal with it.

We're canceled.

I just don't see the point.

The point is

it's my production company.

If I don't sell myself,

who will?

The business is here,

George.

Yes, but the money's

in New York.

I can get in the papers there.

It's a lot of bother.

I want to do this. I'm looking forward

to it. I'll take charge of my own life.

I see.

No, you don't.

You think I should just sit

around here, doing God knows what,

while the both of us...

Yes?

While the both of us

what?

My love,

this makes sense to me.

I can set up my own projects.

Direct and produce and...

We'll get some other sap to

jump around in colored underwear.

Who knows, maybe I'll

direct a picture for MGM.

I'll be back

in two weeks.

Kiss me.

Let me close this.

You have to.

Kiss me.

I have to go. Toni...

George, kiss me.

All right.

Sh*t.

That b*tch who hired you,

you think she loved Georgie?

Who is this?

He grew up

without a father.

When he's old enough, she finally

tells him what happened to Daddy.

Miss Lemmon?

Suicide.

Pistol in the mouth. Georgie

never stopped thinking about it.

Fifteen years later, he gets

a visitor. His father, alive.

All he'd done was dump

the b*tch for another woman.

Left Georgie, too.

So Mommy tells baby,

"Daddy killed himself. "

She tells her own son.

Georgie swore

he'd never speak to her again.

This lets you off the hook?

I didn't screw his head

on backwards, she did.

Why are you telling me now?

I'm...

I'm just a little blotto,

sugar.

Kind of horny.

And pretty goddamn all alone.

So...

I don't know.

And I thought maybe we had

something in common.

Mrs. Bessolo?

Mrs. Bessolo.

Mrs. Bessolo!

I won't be needing your

services any longer, Mr. Simo.

And when were you

going to tell me?

I intend to mail you a check.

A check?

That's it?

I don't owe you

anything else.

How about an explanation?

How about telling me your son

wouldn't give you the time of day?

Don't you use

that tone with me!

Mr. Strickling gave me

his word. Strickling?

A statue would be erected...

A what?

... in my son's honor,

outside the Chinese Theater.

You never gave a sh*t,

did you?

You'll be paid.

Keep your goddamn check.

My son was a great star.

He deserves a statue.

Can I take your picture?

Sure.

Oh, wait. I blinked,

take another one.

Sorry, no retakes.

My goddamn eyes

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