now.
I don't believe this!
Hey!
I know her!
Hi, Nicki.
Karen, shit, I didn't see you.
How are you?
You gotta come in,
you gotta meet Martin!
Where you been?
What have you been doing?
Chili was the only one
who didn't try to hit on me.
What a gentleman.
Do you like my hair black?
Nice, yeah,
especially under the arms.
Martin won't let me shave. Takes
him back to the '60s or something.
Speak of the devil.
Karen, look at you.
Hi, Martin.
You smell so good.
She always smells so good.
Martin, this is Chili Palmer.
Chili, is it?
Nice to meet you, Martin.
Chili ran a club I used to play at
in Miami. How is Momo these days?
Dead.
Bummer. I'll let you
get to your movie talk.
Chili, do not leave
without saying goodbye to me.
So...
You know how beautiful you are?
You really are beautiful.
I'm sitting here looking at you and
having flashbacks, memories of us.
Really?
Yeah, and I'm wondering...
...how did it all slip away?
It didn't slip away. You did when
you fucked Nicki at my birthday party.
That was a good party.
You know, Marty, you were so good
in that movie The Cyclone.
Martin. Yeah, it was a beautiful role.
All I had to do
was find the character's centre.
The stem I used to wind him up
and he'd just play.
If I didn't know better,
I'd have thought you was a made guy.
No acting there, right?
And the fink part...
I never met a fink
and I hope I never do...
...but the way you played a fink,
that's how it's gotta be.
Yeah.
Two weeks before shooting...
...I went to Bensonhurst
to hear you guys talk.
I'm Italian, but grew up in Tazana.
I wanted to get the rhythms
of your speech.
We speak differently?
It was more your attitude, your tone.
Your speech patterns demonstrate
confidence in your opinions...
...your indifference
to conventional views.
Like we don't give a shit?
Yeah, kinda. Yeah.
Once I get the authentic sounds
of speech, the patois, you know...
...I can actually think the way
those guys do. Get inside.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Well, I'm one of those guys.
What am I thinking?
Well, don't get me wrong...
...a metamorphosis doesn't take place,
that wouldn't be acting.
- So you don't know what I'm thinking?
- No, but I have to say I'm curious.
So you want to know?
- If you want to tell me.
- I'm thinking about a movie.
One of mine?
No. One we're producing.
With what? Wise guy money?
Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
I'm not connected to that any more
since I left that loansharking operation.
The pressure got too much for you?
I'm the one who applied the pressure.
Oh, yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah.
Actors like to pretend, right?
We've been known to make-believe.
Pretend this. You're a shylock.
A guy owes you 15 grand.
He skips town, he takes off.
What do you do?
Oh, Martin, for Christ's sake...
Just, you know...
I'm doing Shylock instead of
a shylock. What's my motivation?
The acquisition of money,
to collect, to inflict pain if I must.
Guy splits with my money, I go
after him, what d'you think I'd do?
- Look at me.
- I am looking at you.
Look at me the way I'm looking at you.
Put it in your eyes.
"You're mine, asshole," without saying it.
OK, how 'bout this?
Are you telling me you're sleepy,
you want to go to bed?
All right, OK...
Now you're squinting
like you need glasses.
What do you...?
- Look at me.
- What?
What I'm thinking is
"You're mine. I fuckin' own you."
But I'm not feeling
one way or another about it.
You're not a person to me, you're
an entry in a book, a guy who owes me.
All right, how about this?
Woh, oh, wow, not bad!
Not bad.
No wonder you're Martin Weir.
That's what I think of you, asshole.
Nothin'.
I believe it.
So, I turn this on
when I confront the guy?
You haven't found him yet,
he's split for Las Vegas.
- How do I know that?
- Because his wife told you.
His wife told me. OK.
Harry, how you doing?
Great.
I'm expecting some people.
You must be doing some big deals