exact
fucking thing I needed.
A little fucking exercise...
...after that long fucking...
...plane ride!
You got a big problem, Harry.
Harry?
Come on, Harry,
don't pass out on me.
Look at me, Harry.
Where's my money?
Where's my money?
Harry, I'm gonna ask you one more time,
then I gotta shoot you, you don't tell me.
Where's my money?
Your money? Who the fuck are you?
I'm Ray Barboni from Miami.
I'm supposed to know you?
He belongs to me and my partner.
- This piece of shit owes me money.
- Get in line.
I don't like waiting in lines.
Tough shit. This ain't Miami.
You gotta ask me.
Fuck you, fuckball. LA is an open city.
I don't need permission
from nobody for nothing.
Oh, really? Well, I just closed it.
You must be one of those
quick-draw artists...
...the way you got your gun
stuck way down in your belt.
What have you got there?
They're always fucking jamming
on you at the wrong time.
Don't you puke on my shoes, Harry.
Hey, Harry.
I want you to do me a favour.
Take this gun and
put a pill in the bro' over there.
You're thinking, why shoot him?
He's already dead.
The police have tests
to tell whether you fired a gun.
And I was never here.
Do you understand? I was never here.
If you say I was, I'm gonna
throw you outta that fucking window.
Knock it off, Harry, we haven't got
a lot of time. That's it. That's it.
Not a worry in the world.
- Your pool needs skimming.
- Yeah.
That was Martin.
He wants us to have lunch tomorrow.
Depends on who's paying.
Definitely not Martin.
Movie stars never pick up the cheque.
Most don't know their phone number.
I can't get used to the idea
that the two of you were together.
You don't like Martin, do you?
No, I do! I think he's...
I think he's short!
(both laugh)
But, uh, I know he's a good actor, but
what was it exactly that you saw in him?
Oh... Martin was different then.
He wasn't a movie star.
What about your story?
You thought of a title yet?
How about Get Shorty?
Chili's Hollywood Adventure?
That's a different story.
I'm still working on it.
I'm getting the visual fabric together.
But I have added to it.
There's a girl in it now.
- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.
She looks like you.
Oh!
You could be an actor. You act
sometimes but you don't show it.
You thought I was faking?
No, not then! I mean in general.
You don't mean a movie star?
More like a character actor?
Whichever.
I could see myself
in a Robert De Niro part...
...or even a Al Pacino,
playing a real hard-on.
I couldn't see myself in them movies...
...where the three guys
get left with the baby...
Chili. Chili, look at me.
(phone)
Leave a message.
(beep)
"Karen, it's Doris. You might wanna come
visit Harry in the Emergency Room. "
Let's go.
I stopped by his office to ask him
to take me to Le Dome for dinner.
I see Harry and some other man
lying on the floor.
Goodnight, Todd, Lewis.
Oh, man!
Jesus!
Harry, my God!
He can't talk.
He's full of Demerol.
According to Todd, Sergeant Randall...
...a man named Ronnie
wanted to collect a debt from Harry.
He got rough and Harry shot him.
You shot Ronnie?!
(indistinct mumble)
Hello, hello! OK, Mr Zimm has
a broken jaw and some neck trauma...
...to go with these fractured hands.
Excuse us, folks.
Martin wanted to meet us for lunch
tomorrow at the lvy, and I'd cancel...
...but he's going to Cannes
so I think Chili and I should go.
(doctor) Who wants to take a crack
at wiring Mr Zimm's jaw?
Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
Hi, Bo.
Hey, Farrah! Little honey bunny!
You wipe your feet?
Yeah.
That's my girl.
Keep Uncle Bo's carpet nice and white.
I been calling you. Where you been?
See the paper?
I seen it. I don't believe it.
It says Harry shot Ronnie five times...
...four through the chest
and one through his foot.
His foot! Jesus! Poor Ronnie.
Tonight, later on, I've got one for you
that won't involve any heavy work.
I want you to take a look
around Chili Palmer's hotel