fall,
he's not gonna fall by himself.
He's gonna plea-deal his way out.
Give up his ace stunt man, now one
of the West Coast's dope kings...
...if they go easy on him.
In Federal joints, you get extra time
with your daddy on Father's Day.
Let her go, Bo.
After this one, I'm out.
It's the last time we talk.
Remember Harry's story about
the dry-cleaner Palmer was after...
...who stole 300 grand from the airline?
- What about him?
You go look around Palmer's hotel room
while I check out Karen Flores's place.
Meet me back here at midnight.
What kind of food is it at the Ivy?
Continental, but Martin
won't order from the menu.
Why not?
Movie stars have to think
of something that isn't on the menu.
Harry, you should be in the hospital!
You look like you're in
one of your own horror movies.
What'd he say?
"My project."
Mr Zimm!
Hey, Harry! Attaboy, killer!
Right this way.
You're a celebrity. You shoulda
shot someone a long time ago.
Hi.
Hi.
'Scuse me. How you doin'?
Hello. Hi.
How you doin'? Hey, Chili.
Good to see you.
Harry! Oh, my goodness!
- Hi, Martin.
- Sweet face.
You look great. You smell good, too.
Thanks.
So, Harry, I hear you had
quite an experience.
Anyway, I'm glad you're OK.
I'm glad you rejected me ten years ago
for the part of Eddie Solomon...
...the paedophile clown.
If I'd have gotten that part,
I might have been typecast!
Have you guys ordered?
Can we order?
Excuse me, could you...?
- Hi, what's your name?
- Stephanie.
Hi, Stephanie.
Can you make an egg white omelette
with slightly brown shallots and no salt?
Bring one for the table.
No...
How about those strawberry frappйs,
drinks with little strawberries?
And bring two straws for Harry.
Anyway, I think the romance angle
in your story is critical.
This shouldn't be a hop in the sack.
These two should fall in love.
Which two?
Then, when the mob guy's
chasing them...
...it adds a wistful element
to their romance.
Mob guy?
As the mob guy, it's another
man's wife I'm sleeping with.
After all, you have such morals.
I have to run...
...but I'd like to see them having
misgivings about wanting the money.
It's a moral dilemma for them.
They rationalise taking it,
but in the end, they can't.
What money?
The 300 large.
I shouldn't discuss this until I've read
the script, but I have such a good feeling.
I am that shylock.
Look at me, Harry.
Not bad!
You're really getting it down.
It scares me how well I know
this guy. I could do this tomorrow.
Doll face. You should think
about getting back into acting.
- I'll give it some heavy thought.
- OK.
Take care of yourself, Harry.
Enjoy.
Let me help you out. Go ahead.
Suck harder.
Chili, wake up!
Somebody's downstairs.
It's Harry.
How do you know?
He's doing what you did to him,
playing Letterman on TV.
That's not Dave, it's a movie. Hmm.
- You gonna go down?
- I don't know.
You don't know?
I know, I'm going!
Karen, you got a gun?
- No!
- Any kinda gun'll do.
No!
Ah. Sounds like Rio Bravo.
Duke... maybe this'll help.
Guess I'll take that drink.
I thought you would.
You want that gun, pick it up.
I wish you would.
I need the money.
What money?
The 300 grand you got
from a dry-cleaner named Leo.
You break into Karen Flores's house
and ask for 300 grand?
Just give me the money.
I can't believe how fucked up
your organisation is.
How about I count to three and organise
your brain all over the wall back there?
How 'bout that? One...
You're gonna shoot me now, huh?
- Just a second. Two...
- I can't believe this...
Karen!
She can't talk right now.
Nice scream.
They oughta give you more work.
I'll get you the money,
but it's not here.
Fine. In the meantime,
I'll hold onto her.
I'm at 8150 Wonderland Avenue,
right off Laurel Canyon.
I'll be there, Karen.
- You get the money?
- No. What is this?
Plan B.
You make yourself comfortable.
Oh, for Christ's sake!
Calm down, Bear.
- This is life in