Derecho.
That's a federal officer.
Most likely DEA. He moves his leg,
look for the bulge. Savvy "bulge"?
That's his backup piece.
Try it without lookin' right at him.
What's your name?
Yayo Portillo.
All right, I'm gonna get up,
when I'm gone you sit in this seat...
...under you ass is a key to a locker
where your half million is...
...along with some product
we're returning.
Powder's been stepped on
so many times it's baby food.
You're supposed to give me
the money yourself!
Try to be cool, yahoo.
I told you where it is. Do it how
I told you, and have a safe trip home.
What пyou have for breakfast, baby?
How come you weigh so much?
You have a burrito?
OK, give it to the nice lady,
there you go.
Say thank you.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
Like fucking clockwork, huh, Bear?
Hi, Bo.
Ready to go for a ride, sweetie?
I told you to watch your mouth
round my daughter.
(PA) The white zone is for loading only.
(Harry) These guys, my investors,
they run a limo service...
...put money in some of my pictures,
did OK, they're happy.
This was a few months ago,
when I was planning my next picture...
...about this band of killer circus freaks.
There's this 700lb fat lady,
has a way of seducing guys...
Harry, look at me.
You're trying to tell me you fucked up
without sounding stupid.
That's hard to do.
Let's talk about where you're at, OK?
You blew 200 grand of their money
in Vegas and didn't tell 'em. Why?
They wouldn't have taken it
with any understanding or restraint.
If you're so scared,
why take it to Vegas to begin with?
I needed half a million to buy a script.
A blockbuster, but quality.
No mutants or maniacs.
This is gonna be my Driving Miss Daisy.
Murray Saffrin who wrote my Grotesque
pictures showed it to me one day...
...said he's got a star interested,
would I produce?
Which star?
Two-time Academy Award nominee,
Martin Weir.
That's Martin Weir!
He played the mob guy in Cyclone.
One of his best parts.
No, his best part was the crippled
gay guy who climbed Mt Whitney.
(Harry) Ride The Clouds.
(Chili) The woman, she looks familiar.
She's a rock star.
Every day they have breakfast.
He faces west, so he sees his billboard.
She faces east so she can wear shades.
Anyway, Murray's shrink
is Martin's personal trainer's shrink.
Murray's shrink gives the script
to Martin's trainer, who reads it to Martin.
Martin loves it.
So what's the problem?
Problem is Murray. Heart attack.
Doris, Murray's widow,
hears about the Martin Weir thing...
...and because we didn't have a contract,
she wants half a million for the script.
Ah, so you want my dry-cleaner
to invest in your movie.
That, or what if some accident
was to befall the widow Saffrin?
No, I'm not gonna pop her, OK?
It was just a thought.
I'll meet these limo guys, tell 'em to leave
you alone in a way they'll understand.
You don't know these guys.
Believe me, I know 'em
a whole lot better than you do.
I asked this literary agent what kind of
writing paid best, he said ransom notes.
Here it is - Mr Lovejoy.
Lovejoy sits at the wheel,
watching the bar across the street...
Is he following someone?
Read it, it's a grabber.
Harry, I think your investors are here.
Oh, Jesus!
All right, this is the plan. I want these
guys to sit here, not on the couch.
Keep the blinds open.
I want the light in their eyes.
I'll sit at the desk. I don't want
you to introduce me. Just start talking.
I want you to stand behind them
as they sit down. Understand?
They'll be looking at you,
but they don't know who you are.
That's right.
Do not tell 'em who I am.
- I gotta say something.
- No, you don't.
Unless it's "Glad you assholes stopped
by, now I can straighten you out."
You're kidding, right?
Just say the movie's been postponed.
And whatever you do,
don't say anything about Mr Lovejoy.
All right, let's go.
Hey, Ronnie!
Harry, all right!
Have we entered a time warp? I feel
like I'm in Hollywood of