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- Don't move, my love. Be still.

- Be real.

He's gone.

You know, when my little Ruthie died,

I'd look into that mirror and I'd say,

"Bette, honey, this is it, girl.

The show's on the road,

and you've got to get up and get at 'em."

- It's so sad.

- Oh, I don't know.

Something...

insurance or credit fraud,

something like that, honey.

- How fast will your car go?

- In honest miles-an-hour...

I have to go now.

I'll see you

tomorrow morning at 7:00.

Okay. Thank you, dear.

Are you sure you don't need me

to help you pack?

No.

What are you looking for?

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- You take care of yourself.

Take care.

Okay. See you.

I just...

need to find my...

money.

What a moron!

It's not too hot for you,

is it, lady?

Oh, it is a bit.

But it sure is beautiful out here.

Pretty warm.

I got us some candy bars.

Hi. How you doing?

Nuts, potato chips.

Oh, good. That's great.

- Have a nice day, sir.

- Thank you.

Something bothering you, mister?

No, something bothering you?

Yes. I don't like being watched

or stared at, for that matter.

Detective Buzz Larabee.

I need you to identify a body.

So...

how well'd you know him?

I worked part-time at his bar,

the Chelsea.

And when did you see him last?

Tuesday night.

- This was at the bar?

- Yes.

So, what did you talk about?

We didn't talk much.

When I got off work that night,

Mort escorted me to my car

in the parking lot.

He was like that... polite,

always looking out for me.

He told me to take care and...

gave me a few days off

to bring my aunt up here to Vegas.

- Anything else?

- Yes.

A man called Bonhoeffer.

Freaky, the whole

day had been like that.

How?

I'd seen this man earlier on TV,

Felix Bonhoeffer...

- Who?

- Felix Bonhoeffer.

That's what he called himself.

- I don't think it was his real name.

- Why not?

He was involved in a shootout.

Now, involved in a shootout?

What do you mean?

He was with my friend Tracy

in his car when it happened.

Well, what's this

got to do with Mort?

Who?

The guy on the slab, lady,

your friend in the freezer.

Are you okay?

No. Can I sit down?

Let me get you some water.

Tiddles!

Hi, Shelley.

Where's the kitchen?

I gotta get this lady some water.

It's through there.

Are these two okay?

- They're channeling.

- All right.

There you go.

Thanks.

What happened next?

He calmed down

after a few minutes,

so Mort asked if it was okay

to leave us together.

You know, was it safe.

He said he had to go.

Okay. Then what?

He got into his car and started

to drive out of the parking lot.

"...he started to..."

He got into his car

and started to drive...

"...of the parking lot...

and then..."

Dinner's ready.

Dinner's ready.

Okay. I'll be there in a moment.

How's it going?

I don't know. It's a...

little strange.

Like you.

Hi, Stormy.

Hello.

Do you want to read

what I've just written?

No. Later, love.

Come on, dinner's ready.

- Come on.

- I will, I'll be there.

That was nice, thank you.

Eat your salad, it's good for you.

It's organic.

I hate salad.

- Bunny food.

- The actor died.

You know, he was falling all over

the place, he was perspiring,

and I don't know,

his gun fell from his hand...

And then the next thing,

he collapsed.

He collapsed, and so that was...

I don't know, that was it.

You know, the actor died.

We were left high and dry, literally.

- Wow.

- Yeah, wow.

But the spooky thing was...

What?

Well, I don't know how

to describe it. It's like...

it's like we have no control

over anything.

It's like we're being

pushed about by something.

Everybody on the set felt it.

It was like a big joke.

Ajoke?

- Yeah, a joke.

- It was really strange.

- How?

- Well, the guy who wrote it...

- He did it for a laugh.

- That's what we heard, anyway.

Who wrote it, Gavin?

- I don't know.

- Nobody knows, really.

Nobody knows who he is

or where he came from.

It's kinda scary.

How do you mean, scary?

Like when you're a little kid...

and it's dark...

you keep thinking that you see

somebody you don't know

looking at you through a window.

It's kinda like a dream.

Oh, sh*t!

Can't you control your pages?!

Oh, my God.

Where the hell is he?

Felix!

Hey, Felix! Felix!

So?

What?

What happens next, man?

Search me.

I don't have a clue.

You schmuck. Schmucko!

You talking to me?

Who in the hell do you think

I'm talking to?

Leave me alone.

Give me a break, will you?

You just killed Barbara.

- Who?

- My script supervisor, dummy!

- So what?

- She's the one person

who's been holding

this thing together.

There's a lot of people

with their d*cks flapping in the breeze,

and they're pissed off at you, man!

What... what... what's...

what's going on around here?

I don't know this place.

I don't know this place.

Garvin, baby!

- Where am I?

- We're inside Bonhoeffer's computer.

Like viruses.

What are you talking about?

We're inside his hard drive, man.

Think about it.

You are nuts.

Okay, so I'm nuts,

but look in the corner.

Do you see?

That's Felix sleeping in that chair.

- Who's Felix?

- He's the writer.

I eat writers for breakfast.

Listen, I can't talk right now.

I'm in somebody's hard drive.

Did somebody say Felix Bonhoeffer?

- Well, who the hell are you?

- Buzz Larabee, detective.

I've gotta question

this Bonhoeffer guy, whoever he is,

and what do you two

know about him, anyway?

He's a writer.

What's there to know?

He was involved

in a shootout on the freeway.

- A shootout?

- A shootout.

I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!

Yeah, I knew there was something

about that guy with the stupid accent.

Where can I find him?

Look in there, over there to the left.

See him sleeping in the chair?

That's him. There he is.

So that's him.

How can I get to him?

- No, don't disturb him.

- Why the hell not?

- Because he owes me, that's why.

- What do you mean?

A conclusion.

He keeps killing people off.

Tell me about it, huh?

Especially when he's tired.

He needs to sleep.

He's extremely dangerous,

especially when he's tired.

That's why I have to lock

this creep up... he's dangerous.

I hate writers. I always have.

Did he write this garbage?

Would you mind

taking out the garbage?

- Who's that?

- Who is that?

- His wife.

- Wife?

His wife.

I know that voice.

Love, the garbage?

Gina, don't wake him, Gina.

Gina, please don't wake him.

Love?

Love, can you please

take out the trash?

What? Sorry.

Can you please take out

the kitchen trash before you go to sleep?

I don't want it to smell up the house.

Okay. Hi, Stormy.

- Come on, love.

- All right.

God Almighty.

Why'd you kill me off like that?

What?

Why'd you kill me off like that?

I didn't kill you off.

What are you talking about?

Sh*t, man, you killed me in scene 23.

I got the script right here.

Keep your voice down.

There, see?

I was supposed to go to scene 32.

You were?

Yeah, man, my part

was a lot bigger than this.

I had three more scenes.

Oh, I don't remember that.

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