both.
He played John Wayne.
Man, I can't wait
for you to be dead.
Are you going to talk to me--
That's for the stairs,
and that's for the airport.
Get him off my carpet
before he starts to bleed.
You want to take this guy out?
Come out to the deck.
Make it look like he came at us.
You shoot him.
Self-defense.
-Shouldn't he have a weapon? A knife?
-Get it later.
All right, that's enough.
You keep hitting him like that,
he won't look like he broke in.
It'll look like somebody beat him up
and then shot him.
No, he ain't.
Hold on!
We gotta get fuck out of here!
What are you doing?
-What are you doing?
-Oh, shit.
She's shooting at us!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
How do you think
that happened?
Beats the shit out of me.
Were you scared up there?
You bet.
You don't act like it.
I was scared then, not now.
How long you want me to be scared?
I'll be right back.
How'd you get in?
It was easy.
I told them I was you.
I acted real stupid,
and they believed me.
What brings you to L.A., Bones?
Please, don't insult me.
Just turn around.
Turn around!
Do you know that you're
the dumbest fuck I've ever met?
Let me look in these pockets.
You should've told me about Leo
as soon as you found out.
Why would I do that?
Because he's a customer of mine.
Dummy. He belongs to me.
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
C-18.
I wonder what this could be?
A locker key?
But where's the locker?
I checked the bag at the airport.
Which terminal?
Which terminal!
Sovereign.
You found Leo.
You took the poor bastard's money.
You put it in a locker ready to go.
Why haven't you left?
I like it out here.
You know, Chili,
I've been thinking.
There's really no reason
why you and I shouldn't get along.
Forget all the stuff
that happened.
I don't even remember
how this mess started.
You took a swing at me for some
fucking thing. I say, ''Fuck it.''
I say you owe me money.
I say, ''Fuck that.''
I say you owe me the juice on the money?
I say, ''Fuck that too.''
I say live and let die.
But this...
is strictly between you and I.
You say nothing...
to nobody about this.
Understood?
Whatever you say.
I think it's only fair.
Then it's all settled.
I'll see you around.
Dumb fuck.
Come on.
The fucking airport.
Bingo, boys.
Let's go.
Hey, Bones,
look at me.
Fuck you, fuckball.
Damn!
Cut! Cut!
-I...I'm pushing the right button.
-You're not, or it wouldn't fall.
Every take I push the right button.
Bear, man,
you show him how to do it.
I don't really know.
What do you want to do, Harry?
Wrap.
It's a wrap.
Come back tomorrow.
Harry, what're you doing? You should've
gone into overtime to get that shot.
This is only the second day.
We're already two weeks behind.
Do me a favor, okay?
I don't understand.
Martin told me that he loves it.
I just don't think
Martin is right, okay?
-Why the hell not?
-He's too short.
Come on.
Why does he keep pushing Martin?
Packaging.
You can't make a Martin Weir
into a Mel Gibson.
Where do you want to go?
Morton's or Dan Tana's?