you are?
You really are beautiful.
I'm sitting here...
I'm looking at you,
having memories of us.
-Really?
-Yeah.
I'm wondering, how did it go wrong?
How did it all slip away?
It didn't slip away. You did, by going
off to fuck Nicki at my birthday party.
Yeah. That was a good party.
Marty, you were so good
in ''The Cyclone.''
Martin.
That was a beautiful role.
All I had to do was find
the character's center...
the stem I used to wind him up,
and he'd play.
-He'd just play.
-You had that down cold.
If I didn't know better,
I'd have thought you was a made guy.
-Thank you.
-I mean, no acting there.
And the fink part.
Oh, man. Jesus Christ!
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, right?
Yeah.
Two weeks
before we started shooting...
I went back to Bensonhurst
just to hear you guys talk.
I'm Italian,
but I grew up in Tarzana.
I wanted to get the rhythms
of your speech, you know?
We speak differently?
It's more your attitude.
Your tone.
Your speech patterns show a certain
confidence in yourselves...
in your opinions, your indifference
to conventional views.
It's like--
We don't give a shit.
Kind of, yeah.
Anyway, once I get
the authentic sounds of speech...
the rhythms,
the patois, you know...
I can actually get into their heads
and think the way those guys do,
get inside their heads.
-Really?
-Yeah.
I'm one of those guys.
What am I thinking?
Don't get me wrong.
An actual metamorphosis doesn't
take place. That wouldn't be acting.
-So you don't know what I'm thinking?
-No, but I'm curious.
You want to know
what I'm thinking?
-Yeah, if you want to tell me.
-I'm thinking about a movie.
One of mine?
No, one that we're producing.
With what?
Wise guy money?
Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
No, no.
I'm not connected to that anymore.
Not since I left
loan-sharking in Miami.
The pressure got too much?
Pressure? I'm the one
who applied the pressure.
Oh, yeah?
-Can I ask a question?
-Yeah.
You're an actor.
Actors like to pretend.
We've been known to make believe.
Pretend this.
You're a shylock.
A guy owes you 15 grand,
and he skips town.
He takes off.
What do you do?
Oh, Martin,
for chrissake.
Just...
you know.
I'm doing Shylock,
instead of a shylock.
-Right.
-What's my motivation?
The acquisition of money.
To collect.
To inflict pain if I have to.
Guy splits with 15 large
of my money?
I'd go after him!
What the hell you think I'd do?
-Look at me.
-I am looking at you.
No, look at me
the way I'm looking at you.
Put it in your eyes.
''You're mine, asshole.''
Without saying it.
How about this?
What are you telling me?
That you're sleepy?
That you want to go to bed?
Wait, wait.
Now you're squinting,
like you need glasses.
What do you--
-Look at me.
-What?
What I'm thinking is,
''You're mine.''
''I fucking own you.''
What I'm not doing is feeling
one way or another about it.
You see,
you're not a person to me.
You're an entry in my book.
A guy who owes me money.
All right.
How about this?
Not bad.
Not bad.
-No wonder you're Martin Weir.
-Oh, yeah.
That's what I think of you, asshole.
Nothing.
I believe it.
I believe it.
I turn this on
when I confront the guy?
You haven't found him yet
because he split for Las Vegas.
-How do I know that?
-His wife told you.
His wife told me.
Okay.
Harry, how you doing?
Oh, hi.
Great.
I'm expecting some people.
You must be doing some big deals,
doing lunch in a place like this.
I'm working on a few things.
I hear you bagged
Martin Weir for ''Mr. Lovejoy.''
This town.
Word gets around, doesn't it?
Chili Palmer told me.
Last night, when he called me
over to your office to talk about it.
Chili Palmer
showed you my script?
Yeah.
I was wondering why he'd do that.
So the wife sues the airline.
This is some gutsy babe.
Good-looking too.
Like Karen.
When do I meet up with the husband
and give