That's a new kind of trouble. -Who? Ray Barboni. He lives in Miami. He owns Leo now that Momo's dead. Who the fuck is Momo? Jesus Christ, where do you get these names? I tell you what I'll do for you. I'll go to the airport tomorrow morning when it's crowded. I'll check it out. If there's no problem, I'll get the money. But don't get your hopes up. Maybe I should call this Ray Barboni character... and see if he wants to invest in my movie? Don't waste your time. He's not a movie fan. Give me the key. Tell him he's gotta be out there by 5:00 in the morning. Because the actor will only work one night, that's why. I gotta go. Coming! -Who is it? -Me. Oh, fuck. I heard that. Hello, Doris. Harry Zimm. You look like a wet kiss. Aren't you going to offer me whatever it is you taste like? Come in, Doris. My favorite color... putty. I like it. What do you want? I miss Murray. Yeah, I miss him too. A hell of a good writer. I should know. I discovered him, made him what he was. What he was was a hack. He couldn't get a job writing for anyone but you. I'm being honest. He was a lousy writer but a good husband. I just didn't know until it was too late. 20/20 hindsight and all that. You know what they say. I hate being alone. The house is so quiet. So lonely. It needs... a man's touch. Nice necklace, Doris. I don't know how I feel about this. You seem to feel fine about it. I mean morally. You know, Murray was a friend. Murray's dead. Does this mean that... you'll reconsider our deal on ''Mr. Lovejoy.''? No, but now that you mention it... I did talk to a gorgeous young executive at Paramount... who just happened to get his hands on the script. What'd he say? If Martin's interested, I can get half a million for it, easy. Don't worry, Harry. I'm still giving you until Friday. How honorable of you. You want me to go? Just say so. What the hell. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What? Ray Barboni? Who is this? Is this the guy they call Ray Bones? It depends. Who is this? Who is this? This is the one telling you the way it is. Okay, asshole? You want your 300 grand, or don't you? What 300 grand are you talking about? The 300 grand a guy named Leo Devoe scammed off an airline. The 300 grand Chili Palmer now has in his possession. Hello? Are you there? I'm here. I just don't like this anonymous crap. Either you're a big chickenshit, or you're not for real. Trust me. I am very for real. Then who are you? I happen to work for Harry Zimm, okay? Who? Harry Zimm. The man happens to be a major Hollywood player. Never heard of him. Maybe because you've never been out of fucking Miami, dipshit. Maybe you should get on a plane, come to L.A., take a meeting with Mr. Zimm. So this Zimm guy, what is he asking for a finder's fee? Is that what we're talking about? Zimm don't ask for dick. Zimm tells you the way it is, or else. Or else what? Or else use your fucking imagination! Excuse me. Can you help me out? I have a gift in here for my wife. It's a surprise, and I was wondering if you could put this in locker C-17. Ten bucks. Take you two minutes. Yeah, okay. You'll need some of this. Make it quick. She's in the john. C-17. Good man. Let's go, boys. Excuse me, sir. Agent Curtis, Drug Enforcement. These are Agents Dunbar and Morgan. Would you come with us, please? What's going on? Let's follow him and behave ourselves. What do you say? Mr. Barbone? Welcome to L.A. I'm Bobby, your driver. Did you have a good flight? Yeah, but I hope you drive better than you fucking spell, jack-off. The name is Barboni not Barbone, okay? Want to go to the hotel first, Mr. Escobar? I want to get my fucking money. [ Skipped item nr. 1122 ] -You live in Miami? -That's right. Why are you in Los Angeles? -I'm in movies. -You're an investor? -No, I'm a producer. -Got a card in this? Not yet, I just got started. I'd like ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Части тела на английском - текст Семнадцать мгновений весны на английском - текст Двое - это слишком на английском - текст Ганнибал: Восхождение на английском - текст Человек с киноаппаратом на английском |