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we have a problem.

Actually, we have

a very big problem.

One of your actors, Matt Dobbs,

well, he collapsed

about an hour ago...

Who's he?

Playing...

Well, he's dead.

What do you mean? He can't die.

We're in the middle of a movie.

Nobody dies until I tell 'em to die.

- It could've been a heart...

- Heart attack!

Hiya, Francis!

How you doing?

You. Call me.

We'll have dinner.

Or heat exhaustion.

What do you mean,

heat exhaustion?!

We're already three weeks in.

What do you want me to do, recast?

You're breaking up, Harvey.

You'd break up

if you had my problems.

We can't recast.

Jeez, what's the matter with you?

John! John, take this away.

It's rubbish!

- What should I do?

- How the hell should I know?

You're the director!

Do a rewrite!

Everybody wants to be

a writer these days.

- What should I do!

- I don't know.

Get somebody

from catering to do it,

maybe transpo,

just get on with it.

- Get on with what?

- What?

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Could you come up here?

We've got no line producer or anything.

Shut it down.

Okay, I'll shut down production

this afternoon. Great.

You have my cell phone number.

Actually, production

has my cell phone.

Or you could call

my hotel in Vegas.

Well, it's not really in Vegas.

It's actually a motel... hello?

Hello, Harvey?

Hey, Gav, catch!

Where the hell am I?

- Matt Dobbs just died.

- Who's he?

He's an actor.

He was your bright idea,

wasn't he?

What do I know?

I'm just the writer.

You'd better get up there

to the desert and do a rewrite

before some other idiot

gets hold of it.

Very nice to meet you.

So unprofessional.

Hey, Gav!

- Okay, this is the situation.

- Evan, darling.

This is what the deal is.

We're shutting down production.

- Harvey is coming up on Monday.

- That should be lots of fun.

And what are we supposed to do,

Superman, sit around and wait?

I'm not sure

what the legal deal is in this case.

- Will you recast?

- Don't even say that word.

- Harvey wants to do a rewrite.

- You're bringing the writer up here?

- Yes, we're gonna do a rewrite.

- I'm down with that.

Oh, you would say that, Jeffrey.

You're so nice.

- So nice!

- We need a rewrite.

I have no idea what

I'm doing in this thing.

You need to bring

the real writer up here.

- Yes, the real writer.

- Do we get paid?

Yeah, well, speak to your agent.

Call your agent.

You don't understand, man.

I have to be paid. I need the money.

Well, what's that thing called, force...

Force major.

He knows that.

He knows everything.

Bette, here's an idea.

Why don't you have a drink?

I gotta be paid. I'm gonna get

a deputy on the set!

Oh, babycakes, you're gonna get paid.

Don't worry your little head.

Mommy'll look after that.

Mommy'll look after that.

Bette, will you go f*** yourself?

You too, darling.

And that girly horse

you rode into town on...

Why don't you just drop dead?

I've enough of this sh*t!

I'm gonna get a lawyer.

I think it's a pretty healthy group.

What about you?

I'll sue their ass.

Burt, can we see dailies tonight?

I don't know, Gav.

The projector's broken.

- Like everything else on this movie.

- Any other questions?

- Yeah, I got a question.

- Yeah, Lars?

Who wrote this piece of crap?

You guys figure it out.

Yeah, baby!

My God, this place

must be a million years old.

Will that be it, sweetie?

I think this gentleman's next.

No, sir. You're next.

Thank you.

That'll be $1.35.

What?

$1.35.

- That's all?

- Did you want to pay more?

No, it's just so cheap.

That's the way it is out here,

sweetie, free and easy.

Yes, sirree, home on the range

where the buffalo roam.

The deer and the antelope play.

Dolly's Little Diner.

Home from home.

Home from home.

What's your name?

Dolly Parton Lookalike.

Dolly Parton Lookalike.

Dolly Parton Lookalike...

My, my...

Thank you very much.

Have a good day,

and enjoy it.

Catchy little tune, isn't it?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Beautiful day.

Yeah, you could say that again.

Beautiful day.

Waiting for your lady friend?

Yes, I am.

She'll be out soon.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Mommy?

Felix?

That bathroom was so gross

I couldn't use it.

The place had flooded.

The john overflowed.

There was stuff everywhere.

Are you okay?

God, you look like

you saw a ghost.

It's just the heat. I'm okay.

You all right?

Yeah.

Can I go behind the car?

Yeah, why not?

Okay, you stand guard.

Yeah. What?

Stand guard.

- No peeking!

- Okay.

Hello.

Who's that man

you were talking to back there?

I don't know.

He said he thought

he knew me from someplace.

He was kind of cute.

That's better.

Whose car is this?

I don't know.

Does it smell kind of funny?

Yeah.

Ready?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Let's go.

Have a nice day.

Hello, my friend.

We meet again.

Could you possibly give me

a ride to Las Vegas?

I fear that my car

is about to expire.

I seem to be lost. I don't know

if this goes to Las Vegas.

Oh, it does.

Take my word for it, yes sir.

You're doing the right thing,

just a little off-track,

but I can get us there.

Good, then get in.

To the land of Babylon

and fair fortune.

I love the desert.

You came into that diner

this afternoon, right?

Way down there on the highway.

We spoke briefly.

Where's your girlfriend?

She's in the back.

She's sleeping.

Does she always sleep

with her eyes open?

I never noticed.

She's not my girlfriend.

Oh, I apologize.

"Not having seen the dawn,

I open every door."

- You're Kevin McCarthy, aren't you?

- That's what they tell me.

I saw you in a great movie once.

It was called The Invasion

of the Body Snatchers.

Was I in that?

Yeah, and Dana Wynter.

She was your girlfriend,

and she was so beautiful.

Indeed she was.

- You were the hero.

- I was?

Yeah.

How do you like that!

Why doesn't he listen to you...

what's his name?

- Gavin.

- Right, Garvin.

I can never remember his name.

Morty! Morty!

Yeah, where you been,

Morty baby, yeah?

Yeah, I saw Francis yesterday.

He looks terrific.

You can't talk?

You with Bobby?

And Leo! What, you having an orgy?

I got you! I got you, you bastard!

You call me, now!

Call me! All right, don't forget.

I love you more.

So why doesn't he

listen to you?

I tend to rattle his cage.

He doesn't like it.

So was it like this before the actor...

what was his name... died?

- Matt Dobbs.

- What was going on then?

Anarchy.

Dobbs was rewriting the script.

He'd call script conferences

every morning before shooting.

It made everyone crazy.

I thought we had a script!

What was the problem?

He's an actor, what can I tell you.

He wasn't even good at it.

He was the "look at me

scratch my balls" school of acting.

They're all such a**holes.

I asked this guy, Matt Dobbs,

I asked him last week,

- I said, "Why are you doing this?"

- What'd he say?

He said it was a generational thing.

- What's that mean?

- Beats the hell outta me.

Little puke. Come on!

You couldn't do anything to stop it?

What could I do?

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