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 prison!
- Don't fade on me now, Bear.
You gonna shoot me now?
Put me out of my misery!
Calm down, unless you wanna spend
your life with Farrah on your lap
in a roomful of felons!
So! This is one of them houses
that hang off the side of the cliff.
Where's Karen?
In my bathroom. Where's the money?
- Let me see her.
- Go ahead.
Karen!
Are you OK?
Guy's got a fucking pink toilet.
She's great! Give me the money.
I'm gonna settle something.
I've been shot at before, three times,
and I'm still here.
I'm gonna be here as long as I want.
So you gotta be nowhere near me,
Karen or Harry.
Take your money,
and leave the movie business to those
of us who know what we're doing.
Come on, Karen.
You broke in my house
and I have a witness.
What?
And it ain't John Wayne
or Dean Martin in El Dorado.
That was Rio Bravo.
Robert Mitchum was in El Dorado.
Dean Martin was in Rio Bravo.
Basically the same part.
John Wayne played John Wayne in both.
I can't wait for you to be dead.
Are you gonna let him?
That's for the stairs,
and that's for the airport!
Get him off my carpet
before he starts to bleed.
Make it look like he came at us,
you shoot him - self-defence.
Shouldn't he have a weapon,
a knife or something?
I'll get it later.
Bear, that's enough.
He's gonna look like somebody
beat him up and then shot him.
No, he ain't.
Waah!!
Hold on, man!
- Chili!
- What the hell are you doin'?
Karen, what the fuck are you doing?
She's shooting