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I can say is I didn't think about it.

How did you know where

he was gonna be?

- His wife told me...

- Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

I didn't know either of them.

I was restless,

thought I'd see the movie.

If he was there, I'd talk to him

about a job I thought he was good for.

You got to the theater,

saw him and?

We had a drink at a Japanese place.

It was a wild, incredible scene.

It was like Tokyo.

He left before you.

Why didn't you leave together?

It was an incredible scene.

I was having a great time.

Why didn't you stay longer?

People stopped singing. Then it was just

a bar and I don't drink.

- You drank with him.

- When in Rome...

Did you know him socially?

Been to his house?

Know anything about him personally?

We'll let you get back to work now.

What's bothering you?

Well, I just have to ask.

Did you see him in the parking lot

after you left?

No, I parked on the street.

I drive a Range Rover...

...so I feel safer

when it's visible.

Who's gonna smash a window

if it's on the street?

If you had a shitty car,

you would've parked in the parking lot?

If I had a shitty car,

I might be a dead man.

Somehow I think you're too lucky

for that.

Thank you.

Okay, 63, take three. Marker.

Now.

Action!

No, goddamn it, you listen to me!

I've been around a while. I got a nose.

This situation stinks.

It stinks of the company.

That's right, Peterson,

the f***ing CIA. Ever heard of it?

It's the kind of operation...

You don't understand what he's trying

to go for here.

It's hard to listen to your argument

when you don't understand.

- Would you shut up, please?

- Kiss my ass!

I have to cut.

My robe cut on the drawer.

- For Christ's sakes!

- I like this guy. He's great.

Waters?

Can I have some Volvic, please?

Yeah, he's great.

I heard the police came to see you

about this dead writer.

- Who was this guy?

- His name was David Kahane.

I never heard of him.

We ever hire him for anything?

I was thinking about it.

He pitched me a story.

I went there to talk to him about it.

Jesus. Poor bastard. Just when his ship

comes in, some bastard blasts him...

Jesus. Poor bastard. Just when his ship

comes in, some bastard blasts him...

I don't want to criticize you...

...but I'm supposed to be talking

on the phone.

Are the cops still bothering you?

- No. No, I don't think so.

- Let Stuckel handle it.

We'll give them passes to a screening.

They can sit behind Michelle Pfeiffer.

They'll leave you alone.

A guy named Joe Gillis called.

He wants you to meet him at the

St. James Club at 10:00 on the patio.

- Never heard of him.

- He said you'd know him.

Anybody know who Joe Gillis is?

He's a character William Holden played

in Sunset Boulevard.

- The writer killed by a movie star.

- Gloria Swanson.

Oh, that guy. Last week he said

he was Charles Foster Kane.

A week before that

it was Rhett Butler.

Why would they think I would kill

my own sister's husband?

I was in love with him.

- Griffin? Griffin.

- Malcolm McDowell, good to see you.

Listen. The next time

you want to badmouth me...

...have the courage

to do it to my face.

You guys are all the same.

- You love it there?

- I love it. It's wonderful.

You love your career, don't you?

What is it?

It was a complete disaster.

Look what happened in Heaven's Gate.

We both are concerned...

...about your career.

Where I live, I know how people

think and feel.

Montana will end you.

It ended Cimino in Heaven's Gate.

- Griffin Mill, hi. Andy Civella.

- Andy, how are you?

I've got Andie MacDowell sitting over

here. You know her. She's so hot.

- Come over and meet her.

- Still living in New York?

I couldn't live here.

I'm allergic to happiness.

Andie, it's good to see you again.

How are the kids?

Great, thanks.

He's wonderful, thank you.

You geniuses know each other.

Tom Oakley.

- Yes, Hi, Tom.

- How are you?

- Funny. I just saw Malcolm McDowell.

- Really?

Roddy McDowall is related

to a cousin of my brother-in-law.

Well, I'm not related

to either one of them.

If I write it, I direct it.

The last three pictures you directed

were bombs!

Thank you for the drink.

I've got to go.

You've got to go?

We'll walk you to the car.

No, it's okay.

Don't worry about it.

We'd like to buy you a drink.

I can't. I'm meeting someone.

Business.

- We should tell him about Habeas Corpus.

- Of course, but he's a busy man.

- Is there anyone waiting for me?

- No one's asked.

I'm expecting someone.

I'll be out by the pool.

But he'll get back to us.

Right, Griffin?

Oh, sorry.

- Jesus, Andy, it's you.

- Of course it's me.

I can't ask you to join me.

I told you. I'm meeting somebody.

Yeah. You're meeting me.

We got some big business.

You? You?

- Why not me?

- You think this is f***ing funny?

What are you talking about?

Wouldn't she make a great Nora? I'd love

to write another Doll's House for her.

Did you meet Tom Oakley?

- Yes. You mean you didn't call me?

- No, I didn't call you.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Listen, I really am meeting somebody.

There's no way I can hear a pitch

right now. Call me tomorrow.

No, I can't do it tomorrow. I've got

a meeting at Paramount and Universal.

Congratulations.

- If you don't hear it now, you'll lose.

- Then I lose it.

It'll take 20 seconds.

When your friend gets here...

- What friend?

- Whoever you're gonna meet.

Twenty-five words or less.

Absolutely. You sit here, Tom.

Go.

- The D.A. is at a moral crossroads.

- Tom! Jesus Christ.

We open outside

the largest penitentiary in California.

It's night. It's raining.

A limousine comes through the gate...

...past demonstrators holding

a candlelight vigil.

The candles under the umbrellas

glow like Japanese lanterns.

That's nice. I haven't seen that before.

That's good.

A lone demonstrator, a black woman,

steps in front of the limousine.

The lights illuminate her

like a spirit.

Her eyes fix upon those

of the sole passenger.

The moment is devastating

between them.

He's the D.A. She's the mother

of the person being executed.

You're good!

I told you he's good.

Go on.

The D.A. Believes

in the death penalty.

And the execution is a hard case.

Black, 19, and definitely guilty.

The greatest democracy in the world, and

36% of people on death row are black.

Poor, disadvantaged black.

He swears the next person

he sees to die...

will be smart, rich and white.

- You, me, whoever.

- What a hook! Beauty hook.

Cut to the chase.

Cut from the D.A. To an up-market

suburban neighborhood.

A couple have a fight.

He leaves in a fit, gets in a car.

It's the same rainy night.

The car spins out

and goes into a ravine.

The body is swept away.

When the police examine the car, they

find the brakes have been tampered with.

It's murder, and the D.A. Decides

to go for the big one.

He's going to put the wife

in the gas chamber.

But the D.A. Falls in love

with the wife.

Of course! But he puts her

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