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!
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.
Leave a message.
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?!
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.
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 room.
No, I can't. I can't.
I gotta take Farrah
over to her mother's.
I quit!
I don't work for you no more.
I came down to tell you to your face.
The Colombians are in LA,
upset about their money,
and it turns out Yayo
was Escobar's nephew.
That's your problem. You shot the guy.
Farrah! Hey, honey bunny!
Come here, honey bunny!
Come and see Uncle Bo, come on.
Uncle Bo hates being alone.
He hates it so much, if he takes a 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 lvy?
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.
Whaќd 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