- Oh, Charlie.
- You can't just kick her
out on the street.
She's always got you.
We're going out.
Don't be here when I get back.
Elvis wouldn't
do what you're doing!
And I knew him!
You didn't know him.
You fucked him maybe,
but you didn't know him!
- You drive a beige Toyota?
- Yes.
I thought so.
The cops towed it away.
Can't be there.
The police towed it?
You shouldn't have
parked there.
(Sniffing)
Perfect.
Where you going?
To get a taxi.
I've had enough excitement
for one night.
No, this is Los Angeles.
There aren't any taxis.
I'll call one.
I'll call one for you too.
There isn't time.
I'm in a lot of trouble.
No, I'm in trouble now.
It was my car they towed away.
I can get a car.
They could
still be after me.
Who could
still be after you?
Do you know these guys?
No! Just believe me.
I need to get someplace...
where I can straighten
this whole thing out.
I have to find my car.
Please?
Please stay with me
a little longer?
I don't want
to go out alone.
This is too weird for me.
Whatever you want.
What do you want?
I'll pay you.
I'm too tired for all this.
I don't need any more shit
in my life right now.
I'm sorry.
(Car Door Closes)
They're here.
Not on foot.
You say you can get a car?
Yes.
Sure your brother
won't mind?
Fuck him.
- (Honks Horn)
- What are you doing?
You can come out now.
Who are those men?
I don't know
who they are exactly.
What does that mean?
I was in Europe,
and I brought something back.
That's what they want.
Somehow they found out.
Drugs?
No!
I swear to God.
I'm getting out.
This is too strange.
No, listen to me.
I have something they want.
It's worth
a great deal of money.
- You want a date?
- What?
Do you want
to party?
No!
You want any ludes?
Coke? Hash?
Acid?
Grass?
No, thank you.
No?
All right, no sweat.
Call me.
I don't know who those men are.
If you wanna get out, go ahead.
- (Gunshots)
- (Crowd Screaming)
- (Gunshots)
- (Crowd Screaming)
(Screaming Continues)
Get back,
everybody!
Let me go!
- (Screaming)
- I want to see Detective
Kalichek, and I mean now!
(Director)
And... cut.!
(Bell Ringing)
Did you like that one?
That was fine.
David!
I can make him
more psychotic.
It was fine.
David!
Do they need all
these people just
to film a TV show?
Well, I appreciate
all your help, Ed.
I'll get you to the phone,
and you can call a taxi.
I'm fine now. Thanks, really.
Diana, where
have you been?
God!
Do you believe this?
Look at this.
(Screams)
(Laughing)
I got three more lines.
"Don't, please, don't"...
I've gotta talk to you.
Sure.
Oh, David.
Yeah?
How much longer?
Twenty minutes, a half.
Go get warm. All right.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Oh, uh, Chris,
this is Ed.
Hi.
Hello.
Let's go to my motor home.
Uh, you should find a phone
somewhere around here.
Very funny.
Excuse me.
Oh... I'm fine.
(Laughing)
Can I help you?
No, thanks.
(Clears Throat)
Amazing stuff.
What are you doing here?
I'm waiting for somebody.
She's in there.
You know Christie?
No, no, not really.
We just met.
Uh-huh. Excuse me.
(Man)
Bud?
Yeah?
For the L.A. Times.
This or this?
They're both shit.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Christie...
Hi, Di.
Hi, Bud.
Christie, who's the clown
hanging around in front
of your trailer?
Oh, he's...
He's with me, Bud.
Oh, fine.
Christie,
remember to act scared.
This guy has a gun to your head.
- I know the feeling.
- What?
Oh, nothing.
(Chuckles)
You look beautiful, honey.
Oh, thanks, Bud.
(Kissing)
Good to see you, Di.
You want
a stick of gum?
No, thanks.
You won't even ask him?
I'd like to help you,
but it's Bud's house.
You live there too.
(Knocking)
Christie?
We're all ready for you.
- Okay, I'll be right there.
- Okay.
(Door Closes)
So will you hold on
to these for me?
Sure.
(Laughing)
What is that?
It's a hidden pocket.
(Diana Laughs)
- Thanks.
- For what?
- Is there a phone I can use?
- Use