Hollywoodland Page #8

How'd it feel,

pounding her face in?

Happy times, huh, Ed?

Richard, please.

George Reeves...

That's enough, Louis.

Am I being indiscreet?

Bad for business, huh?

Louis, your problems

are your own.

Ricky, you cover

for this prick?

Whatever you're pursuing here.

Whatever fantasy...

You had a bullet

put in Reeves' head!

...you constructed will not

alter your past.

He used the studio

and the cops...

You're going to burn in hell,

you son of a b*tch!

Come here.

You don't know me.

You don't know

what I think. What I do.

I don't let you.

You're an old man, Eddie.

Who's going to wipe the blood

off your hands?

My hands?

I'm in the picture business.

No, you're a murderer.

Prove it.

You hear me?

Go on, I'm ready.

Prove one f***ing thing.

Oh, God.

People are waiting.

You coming down?

Help with the dress.

Yeah.

Okay?

I'm gonna let some light in.

I want to tell you

something.

You know I'll always

take care of you.

Whatever's happened...

Whatever might have been done.

It doesn't matter.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

Nobody gets to ask.

I won't allow it.

You're safe with me.

With your husband.

Let me see

what you look like.

You're beautiful.

You always will be.

I see the pieces.

How they should fit.

How I want them to fit.

But I can't.

I looked in his face.

I know he could do it.

Wouldn't think about it twice.

Eddie Mannix?

Yeah.

No, I would never say

it wasn't possible.

What about Mrs. Mannix?

You had to like her.

Such brightness.

Could she have done

what you're saying?

I don't want to think that.

And Leonore?

We never got along.

Leave it there.

Mr. Reeves?

A charming man.

Funny. Handsome.

Not like the ones today. All

the squinting and the mumbling.

A movie-star face.

Why wasn't he one?

Where he wound up,

it should have been enough,

right?

Enough for a life.

But George...

Yeah?

I never showed this.

I knew it wouldn't help.

You watch it.

Tell me what you see.

Good night.

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