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Okay. Manuel, right?

This for you.

It's 25 for the vehicle and 30
for the transport of the livestock.

Just put down "one horse"
and your signature right there.

You said "one horse"?

Yeah, it's only one, right?

No, it's an elephant.

You mean "really big horse"?

No. I mean an elephant.

Look, sir,

the call said "one--"

What the fuck is that?

-Holy shit! Is that a fucking elephant?
-Señor, señor, señor.

Probablemente it was some kind
of bad communication.

Bad communication?
This is a truck for fucking horses, man!

-What do I look like, a goddamn maharaja?
-All right.

And you're invited to the party.

More gas!

Come on. Come on!

Give me--

Fuck! Fuck!

Goddamn it!

Motherfucker!

-Good evening, Officer.
-What exactly is going on here?

Well, we're-- I work for Don Wallach,

and we're transporting the entertainment
for a party at his house.

That's an elephant.

-Yes, sir.
-You got a permit?

-I didn't know we needed one.
-Can't drive an elephant without a permit.

Could you make an exception?

How's the guest list looking for tonight?

It's impressive.

What kind of stars are we talking about?

-Someone said Garbo, I think.
-Oh, yeah?

Yeah. I mean, that's what I heard.

So, we're talking an elephant, plus Garbo,

plus others tonight
at Don Wallach's house, is that right?

-That's right.
-Sounds like the best party in town.

My cousin Benny lives in Reseda with his
wife and kids. I'll see if they're free.

Who the fuck are all these people?

Does Piggy like that?

It tickles.

Playtime with potty time!

José! José!

Can you ask Wallach to give us
more King Bubbly, por favor?

Okay.

Would you mind showing me to
the upstairs powder room, my dear boy?

Sure. It's here down the hall.

No! No, no, upstairs.

-The stairs are very steep, I think.
-I can be carried.

Evening, Madame. Lovely to see you.
I have to steal him, I'm afraid.

-What did you say to Elinor?
-Who?

Elinor St. John. Never speak to her.

If she ever talks to you again,
pretend like you don't understand English.

The chicken stole my fucking coke!
Go fucking get it! Get it!

Give it to me!

So, upstairs is where Don keeps
his underage girls, then?

Well, that came out of fucking nowhere.

-You'll have to pay for that, ma'am.
-Okay.

-Who are you?
-I'm security.

You're kind of shitty at your job.

You have statues coming out of nowhere,
everywhere you fucking turn.

You're very lucky I don't report you.

-Where do you think you're going, ma'am?
-I'm going inside.

I'm Nellie LaRoy, dummy.

There's no "Nellie LaRoy" on the list.

Okay, well, I think-- Come here.

I think what's happened is my assistant
has put me under my stage name,

-Billie Dove.
-You're not Billie Dove.

Okay, what the fuck is your prob--
What is your name?

-What is your precinct?
-I'm a security guard.

-We don't have precincts, ma'am.
-You're about to not have a job, fucko!

Listen, I know you wish
you were Billie Dove--

I think you wish
you were eating my asshole!

Nellie LaRoy?

They're waiting for you.

I'm Manuel.

I'm Manuel.

I heard ya.

I didn't need your help.

-No?
-Nope.

-Billie Dove?
-Why not?

She's kind of a big star.

Well, in 30 years
she won't be a big star anymore

and she can tell her grandkids
Nellie LaRoy once used her name.

Besides, I'm already a star.

-You are?
-Yeah.

-What have you been in?
-Nothing yet.

-Who's your contract with?
-Don't have one.

Okay, I think you want to become a star.

Honey, you don't become a star.
You either are one or you ain't.

I am.

Great.

Do you know where I can find some drugs?

-We're supposed to just keep playing?
-That's the idea.

It's gonna come through the front
and just kind of stomp around.

-Are you serious?
-Just stay out of his way.

You know I can't afford
to get injured, Joe.

-Will you shut the fuck up?
-What?

-You heard me, you whiny bitch.
-Excuse me?

-Come on, you guys.
-You see how he just talks to me?

I talk to you like this
because every time we play in these,

you playing fucking flat.

If that elephant drop its elephant ass
on your face,

maybe you'd be home long enough
to fucking practice.

I practice nine hours a day, you fuck.

Yeah, yeah, but I mean on saxophone,
not cocksucking.

-I don't have fucking time for this!
-Wake up, wake up, wake up!

What a goddamn mess.

We were just having fun!

-Tell it to Wallach.
-Wake up, wake up.

-Where's the Mexican?
-Wake up, wake up.

Morphine, opium, ether, heroin, coke.

And Louis XIV sat on that.

...pretend that everything's fine inside
when all I feel is this void.

-And all I do is I give and I give!
-Pedro!

And you, I don't even know,
where are you? Where are you?

Stop speaking fucking Italian!

No. No, it's not.

I'm trying to have a serious conversation
with you. Do you understand?

Our marriage is in trouble. I am unhappy!

Stop it! You are not fucking Italian!

You are from fucking Shawnee,
you goddamn fraud!

Say one more word. Say one more word
in Italian, and I will divorce you.

-One more.
-Okay. Okay.

Get the fuck out!

Get the fuck out of the car! Go!

Get out! Go!

I want a divorce.

-Morning, Dale.
-Evening, Mr. Conrad.

Evening.

-Jack! Jack!
-Oh, my God! J.C.!

-Natalie!
-It's been forever!

-Yeah.
-I've been saying it since Wally Reid.

-Who needs royalty anymore?
-Madame.

-Dearest Jacky boy, we need to talk!
-I have a good story for you.

-I have your face tattooed on my back.
-Well, look at that.

Jack, for fuck's sake,
I've been trying you all week.

Will you just fucking call me back?

Come here, you moola-minting
money machine motherfucker!

-Jack, is it okay to grab one?
-Hey, Charlie. How's the missus?

-I think she left me.
-Hey, me too! Congrats!

Are you okay with March 17th
for the premiere?

No, 18th. Thursdays are always classier.

Hey, send Charlie a bottle of bourbon
and get a hold of his negative

-and make sure I don't look too shiny.
-Yes, Mr. Conrad.

No Mrs. Conrad tonight?

I'm sorry.

I think we have a problem.

-We do?
-Yep.

This table only has one bottle,
and we're gonna need eight.

We're also gonna need two gin rickeys,

an orange blossom with brandy,
three French 75s.

Can you do a Corpse Reviver?

Gin, lemon, triple sec
and Kina Lillet with a dash of absinthe.

-Two of those.
-Two of those.

Okay. Two gin rickeys, three French--

You didn't have to do that, you know,
to get my attention.

I am so sorry, Mr. Conrad.

-I want--
-What's your name?

Jen. I just wanted you to look my way.

Jen, I'd always look your way.

Sir, George won't come out of the car.

He's insisting I drive him
off the nearest cliff.

Right.

Be right back.

She said no, huh?

After all we've been through.

Well, to be fair, George,
you did just meet her a week ago.

What we had was special, goddamn it.

I know, buddy, but you're not
gonna kill yourself over it.

Save the ring and come on inside.

There's a girl asking after ya.

Yeah?

That's right.

There you go, buddy.

-Who's the girl?
-A goddess.

No Paris for me.

-I'm good.
-What?

You've never done cocaine?

Of course I've done cocaine.

-Well?
-I do cocaine all the time. I just...

Don't make me do it alone.

Okay, I'll do a little. Whatever.

I don't care.

I don't know, maybe Niagara Falls.

You know, "Roy" actually, in French,
means "King."

And I added the "La,"
so it's "Nellie the King."

I made that up.

-What about you? Where would you go?
-Sorry?

If you could go anywhere
in the whole world, where would you go?

Anywhere.

I don't know.

I always wanted to go on a movie set.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. A movie set.

Tell me why.

-Why?
-Yeah, tell me why.

-I don't know why.
-I wanna go on a movie set, too.

I just want to be part
of something bigger, I guess.

Bigger than what?

Bigger than this.

Bigger than my life.
Bigger than scooping elephant shit.

Bigger. Better. Important.

Something important.
To be part of something important.

Something that lasts,
that means something.

I love that answer.

-Yeah, making movies.
-I want to go on a movie set, too.

Or at least I want to be there,
work there, learn there. I don't know.

I just love watching movies, you know?

-I love watching movies, too.
-You sit there.

-And you're watching the movie and--
-And you escape.

You don't have to be
in your own shitty fucking life.

-Exactly! Exactly!
-You can be in their life.

-Or wherever!
-Or wherever!

You can be in the fucking Wild West!
You can be in fucking space!

You can be like a gangster.

And people dance in movies
and people die in movies.

And they're not really dead.
It's fucking amazing.

They're not really dead.
Like literally, kill me.

And nothing happened, for real,
but at the same time,

it's something
even more important than life.

You can feel it. Like-- I don't know.
Movies are sad sometimes.

-Movies are fucking happy.
-They make you feel something.

One day, you and me,
we're gonna be on a movie set.

-We can have lunch together.
-Yeah, for sure.

-I don't know what I'm going to do yet.
-It'll be just you and me.

-Yeah, you and me.
-Yeah.

You know, you're not bad-looking.

Thank you.

And now,
the Rose Petal of the Rising Sun--

Miss Lady Fay Zhu!

There's one pet I like to pet

Every evening we get set

I stroke it every chance I get

It's my girl's

Pussy

Seldom plays and never purrs

And I love the thoughts it stirs

But I don't mind because it's hers

It's my girl's pussy

'Cause I'll do anything for my sweet pet

She works me to a sweat

And that's hard to do

I must first remove my gloves

When stroking my girl's

Pussy

Lady Fay, Lady Fay, come stai?

Fine. Didn't get the part,
but writing the titles on it.

I'm stuck doing another costume picture
and my wife's divorcing me.

Want to trade?

No.

That woman is something, you know?

She was completely honest with me.

Your wife?

God, no. My--

Jen. The...

Listen, I need a favor.

You know my old friend
George over there?

I wonder if you'd go talk to him.
Tell him you were asking after him.

That sad man over there?

Yeah.

Listen, I'm not asking you to fuck him.
Just, you know, make him...

feel special.

Okay.

-Don't speak Cantonese to me.
-All right.

I love this song!

You! I've been looking all over for you.

We got a serious fucking situation.

There's no exit except
down the main staircase.

-Nothing in the back?
-No.

You gotta go through the ballroom.
Everyone will see her.

-Is there a doctor?
-No.

They're all high down there.
Maybe they won't care.

-If we take her out now--
-Somebody will care!

She's a fucking kid
and she looks like she's dead.

We use the elephant.

We bring him through the front.

Everyone will look at him.
No one will look at her.

It's only 2:00.
Don wanted to save the elephant.

Fine. Get the wrangler.

Jimmy, you carry the girl with me.
Then you drive her to the hospital.

-Doubt she'll be able to work tomorrow.
-That's her fucking problem.

No. She's in the bar scene in Maid's Off

Yeah. Jane Thornton, that's her.

Bar shoots tomorrow, doesn't it?

Yes.

Who the fuck invited her?

I did.

You blimp motherfucker,
piece off at fucking shit!

It was her first film.
She wanted to celebrate.

I'll fucking-- You doughboy!

You fuckhead
motherfucking Humpty Dumpty!

-Bob, come on! Bob!
-I'm gonna cut you up!

-No, Bob! Don't leave me!
-Fuck!

Her.

Whoever she is. We go with her tomorrow.

What the fuck?

Come on! Come on, baby!

Right here! I'm right here!

Yeah. All right, Kapitän.

Just one more drink for old time's sake.

Sir?

I just want to say thank you for the work.

And I was wondering if perhaps, next time,

you or Mr. Wallach
might have something for me on a set?

I'll do anything.

I can paint, I can cook,
I can clean, I can do coffee--

You're where you belong.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm gonna raise you.

You need to be on set in three hours.
You'd better get some sleep.

Gentlemen.

-You have a good night, Nellie.
-Congratulations.

Manny!

Ain't life grand?

If they could see me now!

All the cunts in Lafayette called me
the ugliest mutt in the neighborhood.

Well, let them see me now!

Can you believe this, Manny?

Hey, Josie! Hey, Nana!

Why don't you kiss
my royal Angeleno hooch?

Nellie.

Night night, honey.

Don't worry about that.
The car is not mine.

Chico. Hey, Chico!

Jack Conrad's passed out.

Use one of Wallach's cars
to take him home.

Señor? Sir? Do you have keys?

Yeah. I have keys.

Damn it.

Imagine me at the opera?
That would've made Ina's folks happy.

Well, if you'll excuse me...

See my point? Come on.

Ina's mom always said,

"I don't see how you can marry someone
who paints his face."

You know what we gotta do?

We gotta redefine the form.

The man who puts gasoline in your tank
goes to the movies why?

Why? Why?

Because he feels less alone there.

Don't we owe him more
than the same old shit?

You got the guys in Europe
with the twelve-tone.

You got Bauhaus architecture.
Fucking Bauhaus, you know?

And we're still doing costume pictures?

It's the dinosaurs, kid.

It's the ones who go to Beverly Hills
for meatballs and mint juleps

to reminisce about the old days,

when they can't see
there's so much more to be done!

We've got to innovate.
We've got to inspire.

We got to dream beyond
these pesky shells of flesh and bone.

Map those dreams onto celluloid
and print them into history.

Turn today into tomorrow
so that tomorrow's lonely man

may look up at that flickering screen
and say for the very first time,

"Eureka! I am not alone!"

Yeah.

And I'm going to bed.

Hey, where'd you go?

You need something?

Yeah, I like you.
I want you to take me to set today.

I want you by my side.

You okay with that?

Sí

You ever been on a movie set before?

No.

You'll see.

It's the most magical place in the world.

Hole in shirt before.

No, hole not in shirt before,
you fucking coolie!

I don't want a fucking discount! I--

Are you...

I am.

Morning!

Time to go make a movie.

-Maid's Off?
-Yeah.

Come with me.

Higher! More!

Now go over, put it in the pot.
Scream like a big, fat pig.

All right. All right, all right! Yes!

Go!

More whiskey! More whiskey!

Well, don't just fucking stand there!
Get the fuck out of the shot!

Peanuts! Good for hangovers!

You. You're new? You're new here?

Your first bag is free.

One bag or two? One.
And you're paying this time? Thank you.

Hurry the fuck up!

Can you stop drinking?
We are not shooting yet!

Put down the fucking glasses!

Who the fuck is this?
I asked for the girl with the tits.

This is who they found.

What happened to the tits part?

She OD'd.

Just go. Just go. Get her made up.

-Max!
-Yes.

Just shoot the men or something.

-No tits?
-No tits.

All right, no tits, everybody!
We're shooting the men.

Diese Scheißen fucks!
They are ruining my movie!

I want them on camera in five minutes!

Otto, please, please. Jack's arriving.

What about pancakes?

Do you heat the syrup
or do you let the pancake do the warming?

-Heat the syrup?
-I agree!

That there is George Munn,

best producer in the biz
and my oldest pal.

Set patrol over there is Jim Kidd.

Legend of the Wild West
who made his name killing Apaches.

-Lives in Brentwood now.
-This is bullshit!

Georgie, what's up
Von Cheeseburger's ass today?

-The extras want to renegotiate their pay.
-...you motherfucker!

I do not care if the extras are revolting!

Put the kid on it.

-The kid?
-Yeah, the kid. The Mexican I brought.

He's great. What's your name?

Me? Manuel.

Right, Manuel. Manuel's great!
Put Manuel on it.

You have experience with strikes?

-Yes.
-Okay, good.

Well, these are all junkies from Skid Row,
so they're pretty violent.

...you fucking assholes!

Who are you?

That's the cocksucker
they sent to screw us!

Gentlemen, I believe
you all agreed to a day's work.

And I believe I agreed
to ram this knife up the asshole

of the first faggot they sent over!

This is where you kiss the apparition, ja?

Ja.

She has led you
to your destiny through fate,

through your lifetime to this moment, ja?

-Very good, ja?
-Ja.

I'm gonna play it adagio.

You know, for the music and the poetry.

All art aspires to music.

-I like it.
-Yeah.

Sandwich!

What is this dolly doing here?

Sir! Sir, sir! Sir, can I borrow that?

All right, you motherfuckers!

Any of you don't work
gets a bullet in the fucking skull!

Get back to work! Get back to work!

Get back to work!

Manuel's great!

-How's that for camera?
-Much better.

Jesus Christ!

-Is somebody gonna fix her face?
-Get her out of here!

Fuck's sake.
Do you not know how to do makeup?

-You, what's your name?
-Tim.

-Tim, you're fired.
-What?

You heard her! Get the fuck off this set!

Action!

"Marbled meadows metamorphose

into the medieval plains of Iberia.

Soldiers swarm the fields
like flecks of paint from a madman's brush

as your humble servant bears witness

to the latest
of the moving picture's magic tricks."

Oh, why do I bother?

Look at these idiots!

I knew Proust, you know.

He's dead.

He did have a drinking problem.

That's true.

Probably ran into it himself, huh?

It's a disease.

Your coffee, Mr. Thalberg.

Close with Swanson and the fireworks.
The end!

Irv! For the Clayton movie...

Sir, I think your tent's
in the line of fire.

-They'll edit it out in post.
-But I think we could get hurt--

Jack, every time you wear a prosthetic,
we lose money.

-Don't be a pussy, Irv.
-The fireworks shot is too expensive.

-And you'll never get Gloria Swanson.
-Why no Swanson?

-She only does leads.
-She's on the phone, sir.

-Thanks, Abby.
-Who?

-Gloria Swanson.
-What?

Gloria? Jack Conrad.
Listen, I need some advice.

You know all the young up-and-comers.

Well, I need a real discovery
for the part in my movie.

Who do you suggest?

Why discovery?
Well, this role requires real range.

A range I just don't see
in any of today's stars--

Excuse me.

Props needs better aging, goddamn it!
We talked about this!

Sorry, what-- No, I didn't--

Gloria, you have buckets of charm.

This is real drama we're talking about.
Shakespeare-level stuff.

Of course you could do Shakespeare.

You would be spectacular
in one of his fluffier plays.

Gloria, you're taking this the wrong way.

Well, I'd like to work with you, too.

No, I'm afraid it's impossible.
It's gotta be a discovery.

We couldn't afford star fees
even if we wanted to.

Really?

Well, how about
I talk it over with the studio?

I can't speak for them, of course,
but I'll do my best.

Okay, then. Bye now.

She'll do it for cheap.

Now take the money I saved you

and put it towards
the goddamn fireworks shot.

Cut!

These fucking horses!

Motherfuckers!

Is that the last one?

-What happened?
-We lost all ten cameras.

-But what about Jack's scene?
-We make a camera run right now!

-It's too far! Sun sets in three hours!
-Send Joey now. Tell him to speed.

Joey has a flag
sticking through his chest, Larry.

-A flag?
-He ran into it himself.

Right. Send Miguel then.

Here. 1312 Cahuenga.

You give 'em that card,
you tell 'em you work for Munn.

And hurry!

Okay, here's the shot.

Flirt with the men. Dance.
Get up on the table and that's it.

Just don't look at the fucking camera.
Places!

And camera!

And music!

Action!

Hi, boys.

Santa, get me wet.

Another, please.

That one's for you, snuggle pup.

Hey, baby grand.

Where are you going?

Okay, start dancing, please.

Bauhaus.

You know what I mean by Bauhaus,
don't you?

Not as it relates to this, sir, no.

And then he says,
"Hasta la vista, motherfucker."

Type it.

And then he says,
"Frankly, Scarlett, you're a cunt."

Type it.

Cut!

Man number three,
I can see your erection.

All right, tuck it. Just tuck it up.

Hi. I work for Mr. George Munn.

We need a camera
for Strassberger's show.

Yeah? What kind of camera?

Bell and Howell 35 millimeter.

Is it a 2708 model or 2709?

I'm not sure. Is there a big difference?

Yeah.

Hey, Donny!

-What?
-The guy up here wants to know

if there's a big difference
between a 2708 and a 2709.

Okay.

-Do you have either?
-Nope.

-Every camera's been loaned out.
-Fuck.

One's coming back in half an hour, though.

Half hour?

But it's a 2709.

Fine. Okay.

Thirty minutes.

-For the 2709.
-I can do that. Thirty minutes.

-Two-seven...
-Okay.

...zero-nine.

Are you married?

-My wife died.
-I'm dreadfully sorry.

Hey! Next part. Miss Moore'll come in.

She saved you from prostitution,
so when you see her, cry.

-I need big tears! Big! You got it?
-Okay, yeah.

Is that gum?

Are you fucking kidding me?
What's wrong with you?

Five-minute warning for Miss Moore!

That's mine!

I have 20 minutes to be in Simi Valley.
What road do I take?

You're gonna look at least 90
in this traffic.

We've got an eight-part sign-out process.
Let me go try to find a pen.

Action!

And action, Miss Moore.

Hand on chest. Aghast!

My goodness, what is going on here?

Girl on bar, look at Miss Moore.

And tears!

Okay, glycerin.

-We seem to be out.
-What? We haven't used any.

Porky thought it was lube.

-He thought it was lube?
-Yes.

Are you fucking-- She can't cry.

She's just some random whore
from Wallach's house!

Cut.

Hiya. I'm Nellie LaRoy.

So we going again?

Fucking motherfucker. I'm so sorry, God.

You gave us the beautiful light,
and I squandered it.

I won't have any fucking light now.

Otto, you should have fought
for 20 cameras, you idiot!

What is this bullshit?

Camera! Camera!

-Camera!
-Yeah.

-Camera! Camera!
-Yeah.

My camera's here! My camera's here!

We roll, we roll! We are losing the light!

Take two! Action!

And cry.

Cut!

Okay, I want to try something.

Do you think you could hold
for two beats for the tears gushing?

So, eyes water for two,
and on the third beat,

I'm gonna do a light effect,
and that's when you gush.

-Water for two, gush on three. Yep.
-Yes.

-Okay, let's do it!
-Ruth, any notes on my entrance?

You're fine.

Ready for you, Mr. Conrad.

Action!

Eyes water.

Light. And tears!

Cut!

Okay. Forgive the ask.

This is nuts, but could you by any chance
try the same thing with less tears?

One tear or two?

Let's do this.

'Twas brillig and the slithy toves were...

Hey. Come with.

-Camera's up the hill, Mr. Conrad.
-Over here?

There? Yeah.

We'd better hurry.

There? Okay.

My beautiful baby boy.

Come. Okay, right here.

Now remember, you are sad
and lonely man. Right here.

No one will ever love you but her,
and she's only in your head, okay?

-Last looks!
-Do I know her?

No. She's in your head!

No, no! No last looks! No last looks!

Get the fuck out! I'll fucking kill you!
We are losing the light!

We roll now! We roll!

Roll, roll, roll, roll.

Music!

And action.

Action!

Oh, my God, it's a fire!

-Everyone, run!
-Run!

Don't stop the camera!
Keep rolling! Keep rolling!

Single tear!

-Cannon!
-Cannon!

More crying!

Now laugh in embarrassment.

Now look at Miss Moore.

You're trying to hide the shame.

-Hold steady.
-What the--

You're trying to be strong.

You're trying to bury the pain.

But you can't hold back
that one final tear!

-And cut.
-Cut.

We got it.

Who the fuck is that?

Camera boy! The camera boy!
You saved my movie!

I love you! I love you!
Yes! Did you see that?

Did you see the butterfly?

That was a butterfly.

Who's writing the titles on this?

-I gotta ask you something.
-Yeah? Was it okay?

It was incredible! I just--
How do you do it?

Just tear up over and over
like it's nothing?

I just think of home.

So, Jacky boy,
how do you think it turned out?

People want the kiss,
we give them the kiss.

But, Madame, I can't help but wonder,

don't we have a higher calling?

And we got a lot of great stuff.

We're really excited
about our new discovery, Nellie LaRoy.

Is she here tonight?
Can you point her out to me?

Yeah, she's the one having sex
with the ice sculpture.

We're all very fond of her.

It needs more punch.

Take two frames off the tail
and three more off the head.

-Manuel.
-Yes?

I saw Olga Putti
singing to herself in Hungarian,

and I think I'm in love.

Send two dozen roses
to her dressing room
every morning this week.

-You know she doesn't speak English?
-Neither does love.

Let's do a title here.

"I've been in fashion shows, too.

They voted me
the 'Least Dressed Woman' in Paris."

And when it looks like the guy
asks her something,

have him ask her name and have her reply,

"No names. Just call me the wild child."

Do you think she swings both ways?

You're not on the list.

Okay, listen to me.
My name is Nellie LaRoy.

-Still not on the list.
-Lady, I'm in the movie.

They clearly cut you, baby.
Is that snakeskin?

Oh, my God! Nellie LaRoy!
Can I have an autograph?

You know, I once fought a rattlesnake,
and it's against the law

-to even deal with a rattlesnake.
-Gorgeous! Gorgeous!

There are laws now because I fought
the rattlesnake and lived.

Okay. You can go in.

Why, thank you.

Naturally, I always knew
my daughter had it in her.

We're gonna do great things together,
she and I.

By the way, the name is Robert Roy.

She added the "La."

It's celebration time for Jack Conrad.

The epic Blood & Gold has confirmed Jack

as the highest-grossing
leading man in the world.

And now he's go this nuptials to toast,

this time with the Hungarian vixen,
Olga Putti.

One unlucky girl who did not
attend the festivities..

A Kansas teenager who,
overcome by the combined effect

of Valentino's death
and Conrad's fifth betrothal,

slither wrists at home.

How sad.

Meanwhile, that new favorite,
Nellie LaRoy,

is making other girls
with California dreams Roy-ally jealous!

Kinoscope's reteaming
the firecracker from Jersey

with Constance Moore.

And you know what that means..

"Moore"delightful chemistry
with Constance and Nellie!

This goddamn bitch is stealing the scene
right from under me!

She's changing the blocking
with every take.

She's icing her nipples so they perk up
through her dress.

Fuck you. I ain't icing my nipples.
This is natural.

You're just sore
because yours look like fucking latkes.

And she placed this in my dressing room.

I don't even know what that is.

Guys, let's just try a take, okay?
I don't think she meant anything by it.

-Let's go back to our ones.
-I need a drink. Whore!

Guys, back to your one.

-I'll give you something to cry about!
-All right, we're going again!

Action!

Stop! She's changed the blocking again!

-Fine. Grab a close-up.
-No! No close-up.

-To match-cut with yours.
-I'm the star! I get the close-up.

This is my money. My company's
writing the checks. I decide!

Fine. Close-up on Constance.

Close-up on Constance!

Hi, Dr. Lubin.

I think I want to get
that operation we discussed.

Tonight.

Oh, my God.

How long will that take to heal?

What do you say we come in
for my close-up now?

"Common and uncouth
though she may be,

there's something about her
that speaks to us in a language

as vital and as bracing as life itself."

All right, you heard her.
Close-up on Nellie.

"Never have I seen such a maelstrom
of bad taste and sheer magic.

Your humble servant bears witness.

She has killed our grand mothers,

and we thank her for it!"

How much?

Jack!

It's Billy. Remember?

Yeah. Hi.

You should come by the Warners lot.
Haven't seen you there in a while.

Yeah.

Jolson's sound picture's real good.

Sound picture?

Yeah.

Like Don Juan?

No, no, no, no. Singing.

Talking pictures. Like you're there.

Not like the shorts.

-Really?
-Yeah. It's wild.

We did a screening on the lot last week.
People went nuts.

You think people want that, though?
Sound in their movies?

Yeah, why wouldn't they?

This is what we've been looking for!

Sound is how we redefine the form.
Sound!

Sweetie, I don't--

I don't know what you're upset about.
I don't understand Hungarian.

I heard Warners' screening last week
was a train wreck.

Manuel, what's she saying?

I got him learning Hungarian
'cause he's good with languages.

-Something about "getting fucked...
-Hiccups are normal.

-By a wheelbarrow of monkeys."
-Geez Louise!

Olga?

Does this mean you don't like
the rain machine I made you?

She missed the rain in Budapest.
I built a rain machine in the garden.

Hiccups that last ten years?

Manuel? Took ten years
for the Wrights' airplane to work.

-...a horse's cock and your anus.
-Didn't it?

-That's not the same thing.
-Didn't it? Aha! Why not?

-Progress comes in fits.
-Hello?

-Spurts and fits.
-Thalberg.

People go to movies
not to listen to the noise.

-Irv?
-Jack.

I wanna know about
the AI Jolson movie.

Get Manuel to New York.

Send him to the Warners' Theatre
to see the premiere and report back.

Jolson? What? Who is that screaming?

That's just Olga.

Don't stand in the way of progress, Irv.
Sound is the future.

-Holy shit!
-Send Manuel to New York.

-Jack! Jack, get down!
-Sweetie, sweetie.

Is this about Greta?
You know she's just a friend.

-Get down! Jack!
-For the longest while--

What the fuck was that? Hello? Hello?

Jack? Jack?

-Jack?
-Nellie!

-I got the ticket to the premiere.
-Nellie! Nellie, I love you!

I know. I'll let you know how it is.

Nellie! Nellie!

Yes, Jack.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Please, Nellie!

Nellie, please can I have your autograph?

Nellie! Nellie!

Nellie!

Manny!

-Please!
-Nellie!

-Come on, come on, come on.
-My car! My car is right there!

Show me your tits, you fucking bitch!

-Right here!
-Stop, stop, stop!

-You fucking whore!
-I love you.

No, no, no!
Back off, cabrones! Back off now!

I love you!

Tony, go, go!

How you been?

-Good, good.
-Look at you!

-Wow.
-You remember me.

Yeah, of course I remember you.
How could I forget?

-And you're a star now.
-I was always a star, remember?

Right, right.

And what are you doing here?
Are you here for a movie or...

No, I had to get out of town
for a few days.

Some shit came up with a guy saying
I owed him money in a game of craps.

Then Wallach got pissed.
He straightened him out.

But he thinks I have a gambling problem,
which I don't.

I only gamble if I'm, you know,
pissed or drunk or having a great night.

What about you?

Jack Conrad sent me.

-Jack Conrad?
-Yeah, I'm working with him.

I would fuck him. Wow.

Why would Conrad send you here? God.

I got out of this place
first chance I got.

Took nothing with me but my dad.
He's actually my business manager now.

-He is?
-Yeah. He's so bad at it.

-Cannot add, cannot spell.
-Why don't you hire someone else?

He's my dad. What else is he gonna do?

Oh, shit, we're here. Hey, Tony?

Can you hang onto this for me, please?
Thanks.

I'm just gonna be a minute, okay?

Actually, do you wanna come in with me?

Yeah.

-May I help you?
-Yes. Nellie LaRoy.

Hi.

Seems okay here.

Pretty nice.

This is Manny.

He works in the movies, too.

Okay.

Thank you.

That was a waste of time.

Let's go.

I hate when people put
fucking toppings on ice cream.

Doesn't need it. It messes up
a good thing. You know what I mean?

I hate that.

I've never done nothing except
disappoint people my whole life.

Teachers told me I was no good.
Boys told me I was no good.

Every fucking casting director
in the city told me

I was too short or I was too fat.

Usually I was too fat.

You know, my mama
actually had some fat years, too.

You wouldn't know it now,
looking at her, but she did.

They fucked up with me, Manny.
They really fucked up with me.

'Cause I make 'em squirm.

And I like making 'em squirm.

Let 'em know that I got here
on my terms, not theirs.

And when I'm done, I'm gonna
dance my ass off into the night.

And everyone will fucking know

that they could never control
one goddamn fucking thing.

Do you like ice cream?

Of course.

My family lives in LA, you know.

Really?

I thought they were in Mexico.

We crossed the border when I was 12.

They're not far.

I could take a car, drive for 30 minutes

and just say hi.

But you never do.

Sí

It's just easier to be on my own.

I've always been on my own.

Tony, you take Manny
wherever he needs to go.

-No, it's okay.
-No, no, no. I insist. I insist.

I'm gonna see you back in LA, okay?

Jack? It's Manny.
Everything's about to change.

Nell, how you feeling?

I'm ready.

-Yeah, you gonna try a take?
-Yeah.

Okay, so we're gonna pre-roll first.
I'll cue your entrance.

First mark is where you say the line,
"Hello, college,"

and then you head to the phone,
do the rest of the dialogue.

-Sounds easy.
-I think it will be.

Lloyd, any direction on voice?

-No, we're good up here, Ruth.
-Okay, great.

-Mark, can we fix her makeup?
-Mark.

-No air conditioning?
-Too loud.

Okay.

Just be natural. You'll be fine.

All right, places, everyone!

Hey, whoa, what is that?

Harry, what kind of shoes are those?

Come on, guys, rubber soles!

Okay, everyone, a reminder.

Rubber soles only from now on!

Okay.

And camera! And sound!

"It's Joanne from 31 Grimes Hall.
I just--"

Fuck! "31 Grays Hall."
Grays Hall, Grays Hall.

"Hiya, this is Joanne from 31 Grays Hall.
I just wanted to see if the phone worked."

"Just wanted to see if the phone worked.
Who is this?"

-Scene 17, take one.
-Mark.

Come on, come on. You know it.

And action!

Hello, college!

Jesus, fuck! Cut!

-What happened?
-She blew the valves.

I just need a minute.

All right, well, hurry.

-Give me one sec.
-Christ, it's hot in there.

Okay, are we still in places?

Okay.

-Okay, all set here. Miss LaRoy?
-Yeah.

What would really help us would be if
you said the line a little more quietly.

-Okay.
-All right, places, everyone!

And camera!

And sound!

Close that!

Don't you know what a red light means?

Scene 17, take two.

Mark.

Action.

Cut. Missed your mark, Nell.

Yeah, I...

I don't know, I felt, like,
a little lighter on my feet that time.

I feel I should come further
into the room.

Right, but the microphone is...

-All right. Hey, Lloyd?
-Yeah.

Can we just move the mic
a little deeper in the room?

Why?

Because Nellie felt
lighter on her feet that time.

I was just saying I think
I should come further into the room.

Okay. Yeah, sure, I mean,
if you have half an hour to spare.

-Half an hour?
-Well, I can't just move the mic.

I have to redo all the wires.

We'll have to reset the rafters,
then find the new position.

Then I'm gonna have to recalibrate
the whole room.

Okay, okay. Nell, why don't we just--

Is it okay--
Let's just try one on the mark, okay?

You can do it.

And camera! And sound!

-Scene 17, take three.
-Mark.

Action.

-Well, hello, college.
-Cut! No good for sound.

Well, fucking hell, Lloyd. Could you
just let us get through one take?

Why would I do that
if you won't be able to use it?

You told me to do it quiet.
That's why I did it quiet.

Quiet, not inarticulate. You can't mumble.

This is bullshit.

Are we going again or what?
I can't breathe in here!

We're going again. And camera and sound!

-Scene 17, take four.
-Mark.

Action.

Well, hello, college!

-Motherfucker!
-Who opened the door?

All right, everybody, eyes on me!

Any other faggots
who ignore that red light...

You're alternating the pitch
of your voice too much.

-Okay, can you just--
-Lloyd, Lloyd, fuck off.

Fuck off. I listen to my fucking director,
not the fucking sound guy!

Who the fu--

Mr. Wallach, so happy you're joining us.
Come on.

Maybe try staying more monotone.

Okay.

-And camera and sound!
-Yeah, okay.

-Scene 17, take five.
-Mark.

Action.

Well, hello, college.

-Hiya, this is Joanne from Gray--
-Cut!

Motherfucking shit!
Cocksucking-- What the fuck?

What the fuck happened now?

-I'm hearing a high-pitched noise.
-Yeah, it's her voice.

Do you hear that?

Do you hear? That squeak?

Is anybody wearing a watch?

-No.
-No.

I'm telling you,
I can't stay in there that long.

It's a fucking hotbox!

I get it, Bill.
Nobody is comfortable in here.

Quiet! What is that fucking sound?

-We gotta move this along.
-I'm so sorry.

We'll get this under control,
I promise you.

"Hiya, this is Joanne
from 31 Grimes Hall."

Fuck! Grays Hall. "I just wanted to see--
Who is this?"

Hey, Count? Count?

-I need a red one.
-Yeah, yeah.

"The" Count. It's just The Count.

-Just next time say, "The Count."
-Now is not really "The" fucking time.

Found it! It's a pin in Ruth's ankle.

Did you have surgery?

If you can just keep
your right leg absolutely still.

And camera and sound!

-Scene 17, take six.
-Mark.

Action.

Well, hello, college.

Who sneezed?

Who the fuck sneezed?

Kike-nosed, Hymie-hole piece
of mongoloid shit! I see you.

I see you right there,
you little Shylock dick face.

Wipe your nose again!

Wipe your little hook nose,
you menorah motherfucker!

Now does anyone else
here need to sneeze?

Does anyone else here need
to fuck this scene in the ass?

Camera! And sound!

-Scene 17, take seven.
-Mark.

Action.

-Hello, college.
-Nell, your mark!

-Fuck this shit!
-Fuck. Lloyd.

-It's a million fucking degrees!
-We gotta move the mic.

Or you could fucking direct her
to hit her fucking mark.

But why is it so fucking hard?

You're right! I didn't realize
we were making Ben-Hur!

I can move it right now.
My whole year is wide open.

I mean, we could shoot this thing
through fucking New Year's.

Wherever the fuck
those little feet of hers want to go,

-I can move the mic for them!
-Okay, calm down!

Get off of me! I dare you!
I fucking dare you!

-Get off the set!
-You're good.

Un-fucking-professional!

Okay. Okay, Lloyd, ready to go again?

You want me to use this chalk?
Make the mark bigger for you?

-Okay, we're gonna go again.
-It's fine. No, it's fine.

-The mark's right here.
-I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!

Oh, yeah! Come on! Come on!

Can we go? I'm gonna have
a fucking heart attack in here.

Get back in your fucking box, Bill!

-I can't even believe this.
-Everyone, shut up! Shut the fuck up!

-This is not how we make movies.
-Shut the fuck up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Now, if anyone stops this scene again,
I will shit on you!

I will shit in your mouth, I promise you!

Is that clear, Lloyd?
Is that good for fucking sound?

Now we are going again!

Camera! And motherfucking sound!

-Scene 17, take eight.
-Mark.

Action.

Hello, college.

Hello?

Hiya, this is Joanne from 31 Grays Hall.

I was just gonna see if the phone worked.

Who is this?

You don't say. The Dean!
Well, how you doin'?

It's a nice campus you got here.

So, what's a girl supposed to do
once she's here?

Sure, classes.
But ain't you got any parties?

Not till the evening, huh?

All right, I can handle that.

I'm from Granville, Ohio, so I know quiet.

Thanks a bunch, Dean. See you later.

Nice fella. Wonder if he's single.

Cut! Cut!

Yes, we did it!

-Okay, check the gate!
-Billy, check the gate!

Billy!

Bill!

Billy, come on.

Bill-- Let's get a crowbar.
Come on. Hurry up.

Bill!

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

Manuel!

Meet Estelle.

She's from Broadway. She's a real actor.

We got engaged yesterday.

Now she's trying to explain to me
that movies are a low art.

-Mucho gusto. Drinks?
-Double shot of tequila.

Water, darling.

Hola, Jacky!

Hola, Carmelita.

I have no idea who that is.

The point is, darling, I believe movies
are every bit as profound.

And with sync sound, which, who knows,

could be what the discovery
of perspective was for painting,

I think what we have here
in Hollywood is high art.

-It's--
-Party time, sparkle cocks!

Hot damn!

Jack Conrad?

You are even more fuckable in person.

Thank you. This is Estelle.

-His fiancée.
-Fiancėe?

Hey, I'm not actually gonna fuck him.

I beat the whole USC football team
at a game of craps when we wrapped,

so now they have to be my slaves
for the night.

-Can you say hi to my dad, please?
-Sure.

He wanted to meet you.
He's also my manager.

It's a good thing we met, Jack.

I got a business proposition just for you.

A Nellie-themed diner.

I'm gonna call it "The Wild Child Grill."

I'm gonna serve sandwiches
shaped like her face.

It's not a threat, it's just what it is.
If you keep playing flat,

I'm gonna fucking headbutt you,
and it's just gonna be what it's gonna be.

You need to play better.
You embarrassing us.

Joe, you hear what he just said to me?
Listen to this psychopath.

-When you gonna do something?
-Why you worried about Joe?

Nigga, when are you gonna do something?
Have you ever heard of Alexander Scriabin?

Why the fuck do I care
about Alexander Scriabin?

Alexander Scriabin was a Russian pianist.

Broke his hands just so his fingers
could stretch across the keys better.

I'm saying if I fucking headbutt you
across them funky-ass lips of yours,

you might start playing a little better.

-We can hope.
-You're fucking deranged, Sidney.

Elinor's trying to civilize me
for talkies. Ain't that nice?

"Isn't that nice?"

-Isn't.
-And more attire next time.

A little more attire's always in the way.
Nellie dresses low 'cause Nellie is low.

Now, let me tell you about the time
I fought a rattlesnake.

It was Death Valley. April.

Jack? It's George.

Georgie.

Who was it this time?

Claire.

Claire. Well, Claire's a lesbian.
That's an uphill battle for anyone.

Come on, buddy,
get your head out of there.

-Let's go get a drink.
-Okay, okay, I'll stop.

I'm stuck.

-What?
-I'm stuck.

Get me the fuck out of here!

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please!

For your entertainment this evening,

Miss Lady Fay Zhu
will now choose a partner.

Hi.

I'm Nellie LaRoy's dad.

What's your name?

Cannonball!

You're great, man.

You call my office 'cause we're gonna
need more musicians.

And you're talented, man.

-Mr. Thalberg, it's an honor to meet--
-Yeah, I'm gonna go throw up now.

Spoke to my friend at Kinoscope.
He said the movie's a disaster.

-LaRoy's?
-Yeah.

They went double the budget because
she could never hit her fucking mark

and her voice sounds like a dying pig.

No, seriously,
apparently the footage is so awful,

Wallach's already thinking
about dumping her.

I'm not surprised.
She never had any talent anyway.

Oh, my God. Zero.

Filthy, slutty piece of fucking trash
with a nasty voice.

-You meet her dad?
-Oh, my God.

He's even more embarrassing than she is.
Fucking idiot.

Goodbye!

Don't come back!

It's the end, I'm telling you.
It's the end for all of 'em.

All the frogs.

Don't be a fucking baby.

And that, that is when
I grabbed the snake by the head.

-The big fucking man! There he is!
-What?

What's he telling you?
What was he saying to you?

-The snake story.
-The snake story.

Come on, buddy. You got it, yeah.

Dad, I have an idea.

Why don't you fight a snake--
a real one-- right now?

-Come on.
-Okay, no problemo.

-Let's go fight a snake.
-Okay!

Fucking listen up,
all you big-dick Mister Men!

Who wants to see my dad
fight a fucking snake?

Fuck yeah!

A snake's getting fought!

-Yeah.
-A snake's getting fought!

Yeah, I mean, Chaplin is hung for sure,

but Gary Cooper--
Gary Cooper is a fucking horse!

He's also a fucking pussy.
All that cock, no balls.

A shame.

What are the schlongs like on Broadway?
You want some?

-No, thank you.
-Doesn't look that bad, buddy.

Stop!

-Sweetie, come on.
-Please don't...

Stay here.

Please, hurry!

This can't be where we-- Where are we?

Where'd he go?

Holy fuck!

Out of my way!

No! Stand-- Stand-- Stand back.

Back!

I'm gonna fight a snake.

Look, sweetie, he's gonna fight a snake.
Isn't this great?

Here we go.

See that snake? See this man?

Watch this.

So, first,

one must assume
the position of a mongoose!

I'm not-- I'm just gonna--

If I could just've done the whole thing
over and over and over!

If I could just fucking defend--
Yeah-- Fighting...

If I could just...

Motherfucker!

Who is gonna fight it?

-No, I'm not on board.
-I'm scared.

-I got practice.
-I'm allergic.

Goddamn it, you fucking pussies!

You fucking piece-of-shit,
fucking bullshit, fucking pussies!

The night is almost over.
I got a 10:00 a.m. call time.

I just want to see

a motherfucking snake fight!

Nellie, babe--

Don't "Nellie, babe" me,
you six-foot vagina!

I will fight it!

-No, no, no!
-Yes!

I'm more man than any of you.

-I ain't a fucking pussy!
-Nellie...

See? You see that?

It's that fucking easy!

You chickenshit--

Nellie!

It's not letting go!

Nellie! Nellie!

Let it go. Let it-- Hey! Hey, I got it!

Help me! Help me!

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Jack, do something!

Right.

Once more into the breach, dear friends!
Once more!

Jacky!

Help us!

For fuck's sake.

Welcome to the wonderful world of sound!

-I have to do this?
-What do you mean? It's gonna be great!

-Just stand there and sing?
-Exactly.

-While it's raining.
-Yeah.

And that's Noah's Ark?

I believe so, yeah.

Because it's raining so much?

To be honest,
I don't really know why it's Noah's Ark.

Georgie.

-Come on, come on. What? This is--
-No. No.

-Norma's here. Buster Keaton's here.
-George, no. No.

The song's a hit.

-You love to sing. Come on.
-I hate you. I hate you.

-Just don't let Olga shoot me.
-Okay.

Cut! Cut!

Musicians, you're on a break. I wanna
work with my actors for a second.

The head bobbing,
it's very mechanical right now.

Make it something
that makes it personal to you. Okay?

That's a little too much, Mary.
That's too personal. Okay?

So just bobbing, all right?
Let's work on that.

Up. Up. Rest of the body doesn't move.

Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up.

Very good, Mary. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up.

-I like this. Isolate the shoulders.
-What do you think?

Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up.

You're asking me what I think?

-Okay.
-Yeah.

This looks so much better.

I think you got those cameras pointed
in the wrong direction.

Rainbow, remember? Big arms!

-That's what I think.
-One more time.

Everybody ready? Musicians are ready?
And action!

Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up.

Bob. Bob. Bob. Bob. Bob. That's better.

Good. Good, good, Candace. Very good.

Yeah, it's coming together.
This is much better. Remember that energy.

Cut!

Good idea.

Manuel Torres.

How have you been?

Well, sir. And you?

You want to talk with Mr. Thalberg?

Were these Sid Palmer shorts your idea?

They're more like a collaboration
between Sidney and me.

How'd you like to leave MGM,
come be sound chief at Kinoscope?

What?

We need Spanish-language pictures.
We're taking new directions.

-It's changing times, Manny.
-I'm honored, sir, but...

And we need to do something
about Nellie LaRoy.

Oh, yeah.

You know her, don't you?

The Jersey thing doesn't work anymore.

Today's audiences find her pornographic.

She's been hanging around
Jim McKay's casinos like a half-wit.

She owes gambling debts all over town.

And she sounds like a donkey.

I mean...

Anyways...

...think about it.

Gentlemen, here's the plan.

We turn Nellie LaRoy into a lady.

We change her parts. We fix her voice.

No more drugs. No more gambling.

Elinor St. John writes a story
about her amazing transformation.

With the right endorsements,
and with Elinor as an ally,

we can remake Miss LaRoy
into an actress of sophistication.

Like the ladies of MGM.

Next, Sidney Palmer.

Today's white audiences
want Negroes in their pictures.

Negro music, Negro voices.

So we bring Sidney to Kinoscope,
whatever he costs.

One moment, gentlemen. One moment.

Sidney Palmer, okay? Sidney Palmer.

I was hoping I could introduce
the two of you.

Miss LaRoy, meet Mr. Torres.

Mr. Torres, meet Miss LaRoy.

Mr. Torres is gonna be working for us
here at Kinoscope.

Hi, Mr. Torres.

Just want you to know
that I'm ready to change,

and I'll do whatever you need.

Call me Manny.

Cut!

Beautiful. Bellísimo, bellísimo.

Next time, try softer, okay?

"But why, my darling Pierre? Why?"

Walt! Walt, hey!

Move that microphone 45 degrees, okay?
That one near her, okay?

Amigo, no, no, no. Hey, amigo!

It's not "Manuel," it's "Manny."
Manny Torres.

-Not Manuel, okay?
-Phone for you, sir!

Yeah.

Manny Torres.

-Manuel, moving up fast.
-Jack? I'm sorry.

-I meant to call you.
-The reds chill her out.

-Blues keep her skinny.
-Don't say a word. I'm happy for you.

- You deserve this.
-Did you see my screen test yet, Manny?

Now go show those fat fucks how it's done.

Okay! Okay!

Let's roll, people! Let's go! Take two!

"Pierre, who is the fella
to whom you are speaking?"

-"Who is the fellow..."
-Fellow.

-Fellow. Fuck.
-Fellow.

Welcome to your new home, Mr. Palmer.

And your car.

A gift from Mr. Wallach.

And that finishes at 5:30,
leaving you enough time to make the gala.

And a Hearst invite has come in
for Miss LaRoy.

Only question is,
what do we do about Fay Zhu?

It won't help Nellie
with the Hearst crowd.

"Listen to me, Catherine.
I don't care if they find us.

They could strip me of my rank
and it wouldn't change how I feel."

Latest voice tests:
Conrad Nagel, rich tone.

William Haines, good consonants.

You're messing with Nellie's career,

and we're trying so hard
to get it back on track.

There's a new sensibility now.

People care about morals.

"I've known loss. I've known pain.
You're what gives me life."

Try accenting "you" a little more,
darling.

"You are what gives me life."

Just a suggestion.

Marion Davies stutters a bit.
Maybe supporting roles from now on?

This sort of thing
is no longer acceptable.

-"You are what gives me life."
-Maybe try it slower.

Ramon Novarro can play guitar,
but south-of-the-border accent.

What I'm trying to say
is Kinoscope can no longer employ you.

Your image is not helpful,
and we don't need titles anymore.

That's it.

I'm sorry.

Jack Conrad has a good voice,
is our biggest asset.

-Also the most expensive.
-Yeah?

"You are what gives me life.

I love you."

Then what I'd suggest there would be to--

-Hello?
-Jack, it's Irv.

Listen, there's no good way to say this--

They found George in his home
this morning.

Looks like he struck out
with a girl he was seeing.

He shot himself.

Jack?

Thank you.

So, what I would suggest there
would be to play subtext rather than--

Honey?

Are you okay?

He was the first one to say I have talent.

He saved my life.

Who?

It's not a low art, you know.

I want you to know that.

What I do means something
to millions of people.

My folks didn't have the money
or the education to go to the theater,

so they went to the vaudeville houses,
and then the nickelodeons.

And you know what?
There's beauty there.

What happens up on that screen
means something.

Maybe not to you in your ivory tower.

But for real people on the ground,
it means something.

Jack, I-I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Of course you don't.

Of course you don't!

A hundred thousand people
see you on Broadway,

and it's the smash of the century, right?

Well, here it's a flop!

A fucking flop!

So do me a favor, darling.
Save your subtext recommendations

for your pretentious
Eugene O'Neill-Henrik Ibsen jerk-offs

that only a handful of rich geriatrics
give two fucks about,

and I'll do what I do without your help!

Listen, Catherine.
I don't care if they find us.

They could strip me of my rank
and it wouldn't change how I feel.

I've known loss. I've known pain.

It's you who gives me life.

I love you.

-You think it works?
-It's great.

It's a winner, Jack.

You think it works?

I wish George could've seen it.

Yes.

Mr. Conrad, you're gonna miss your train.

Christ!

Fuck.

I'm off to repair my marriage.
I'll see you bastards in a month.

Good luck with that.

Okay, don't forget.

Your friend Manuel pulled a lot of strings
to get you in here.

These people choose
who stays and who goes.

So show them that you're
a lady of sophistication

and you'll be back on top.

So, now what did we discuss?

"-ing" not "-in."

"Isn't" not "ain't."

And when in doubt, say somethin' French.

Perfection!

Also, no drinking,
and try not to eat too much.

Billy! Marion!

-Oh, Elinor!
-Hello.

May I please present to you
Miss Nellie LaRoy.

-How do you do?
-Enchantée.

Good evening, Miss LaRoy.

Nell, I'd like you
to also meet Mildred Yates.

Sir Delmer Lunny.

And Jonathan and Harriet Rothschild.

Pleasure.

Gerald, have you heard
about the new Ellis Engel picture?

It sounds just awful.

Yes, I've spoken to L.B. about it already.

There'll be no more of that kind of thing,
I can assure you.

Here we have a pâté de campagne
designed by Krümt with a Takagei bubble.

I hear it's Strindberg season in New York.
Do you like Miss Julie?

Yes, she is lovely and very talented.

-Sidney.
-Manny.

All right.

Billy, is your new rug really a Klikó?

I got it last spring. One of a kind.

Mr. Palmer.

It is truly an honor to meet you.

Teddy and I saw Cottage Blues last week.

Genius!

Thanks.

Do you play bridge, Miss LaRoy?

You're from Mexico, then?

Spain. Madrid.

Spain. Madrid. Wow.

How did you get into music, Mr. Palmer?

I taught myself, mostly.

Incredible. Who are your influences?

Scriabin.

I like Rachmaninoff.

Do you think George Eliot was better
as a novelist or a poet, Nell?

I think he was marvelous,
marvelous at both.

Now I do apologize, but I must resign
briefly to the powder room.

I shan't be long. Ta-ta!

...everything you need, you know,
right here. It's got the restaurants and--

Of course, now you can't gamble in LA.
You been to Cal-Neva?

This one guy McKay owns a few joints,
but he's a little scary, so--

-One moment, please.
-Sure.

Jack! Didn't think you'd get in in time.
How was Europe?

-Inspiring! Di--
-And congrats on the new film.

-Opens tonight, right?
-Correct.

Did you know Michelangelo painted
the entire Sistine Chapel on his back?

Manny! How's our girl doing?

-She's doing great. Perfect.
-Okay, good.

Manny, I need to go home.

-You cannot go home.
-I can't do this.

-You're going back out there.
-I'm having a heart attack.

Elinor and I worked so hard
to get you into this.

-Manny, I am dying out there.
-Okay, okay.

They're a bunch of-- They're awful.

Mildred's got a fucking rabbit on
her shoulders that's probably still alive.

-Hey.
-The ass-pincher!

-They can save your career.
-They don't like me!

-If they like you...
-They don't!

...we get the right director,
the right publicity--

-What about Ruth? I need Ruth back.
-Ruth doesn't fucking cut it anymore!

Listen to me, I'm here for you.
It's you and me.

You could be a star again, Nellie. Again.
It's you and me.

You look beautiful, okay?

-I look fucking ridiculous.
-What's your name?

-Nellie LaRoy.
-Perfect. Once again.

-Nellie LaRoy.
-In French.

-It is French already!
-Okay, let's go.

"Roy" means "king," remember?

Beautiful.

Jack. It's great to see you.

You, too. Salud.

Are you holding up?

Well, I do miss him.

Miss him?

George.

What were you referring to?

Jack. How was Europe?

Great! And good to be home.

That's the attitude.

Staying strong.

-Where have you been?
-She's fine.

And what do you think of the new wave
of race films, Mr. Palmer?

I find the studios' committees for the
casting of Negroes inspiring, don't you?

And he replies,
"Do they need an electrician?"

Do you know any good jokes, Nellie?

Yeah, I--

Nell prefers listening to jokes
rather than telling them.

-Come on, tell us a joke.
-I have a joke.

Harold Lloyd and I were in France...

Hey, how you holding up?

You, too?

Well, I guess the movie isn't a hit.

So be it.

I'm sure you'll get another chance.

Why wouldn't I get another chance?

No, it just-- What I mean--

Would someone kindly tell me
what the fuck is going on?

He shows up with a mime.

I go, "Harold, my croque monsieur
is worth a lot more than a mime!"

-Nell, you must have some good ones.
-Well, I-I--

I am not the best joke teller.

Come on, Nellie.
Isn't being funny what you do?

Yeah, I believe that films like yours

are gentle but virile olive branches
in these divided times.

-That is my cue. I should be going.
-No, please, you must play for us.

Come on, Nellie.
We'll approve your next picture.

-Yes, Nellie, be funny.
-You know, I just thought of one.

Two fish are on their honeymoon--

Actually, I got one.

A bear and a rabbit
are shittin' in the woods one day.

And the bear says to the rabbit,

"Hey, do ya ever have a problem
with the shit stickin' to your fur?"

And the rabbit finishes shittin'
and he says, "No, I never do. Why?"

And the bear says, "Fan-fuckin'-tastic!"

And he grabs the rabbit behind the ears

and...

I can't believe you just...

Why not?

Why? Haven't you heard
what they say about me?

I'm a degenerate fucking animal.

"Oh, Nellie!" Look at them.

"Who knows what she might do?
She's from Jersey, you know."

This is what a degenerate fucking animal
from Jersey does.

That's what the degenerate fuckin' animal
from Jersey does.

So you know what?

I'm gonna let you all go on
fucking your cousins,

polishing your guest lists,

plying your underaged fuckin' mistresses
with fuckin' Beaujolais,

you sick fucks!

I'm the animal? What is this shit?

What is this shit?

I'm the sick one!
I'm the fuckin' crazy one!

You people make me fucking sick!

You're not better than me!

You're not!
You're not fucking better than me.

I don't need this shit.

You know what? I'm gonna go home,
I'm gonna stick some coke up my pussy,

and you all can stick
your champagne flutes

up your rose-smellin', candy-tastin',

snow-white fuckin' assholes!

My rug!

You puked on my rug!

Please, before it's too late.

You can't stay here. They'll find you.

They'll find us.

Listen, Catherine.
I don't care if they find us.

They could strip me of my rank
and it wouldn't change how I feel.

I've known loss. I've known pain.

It's you who gives me life.

Catherine...

I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

-"I love you, I love you!"
-"I love you!"

Jack Conrad.

What are your thoughts for the future?

Well, my last two movies didn't work,
but I learned a lot from 'em.

There were things I'd taken for granted
that maybe I shouldn't have.

Well, you're still MGM's biggest asset.

You still command the biggest paycheck.

And I'd like to earn it.

I'm still learning this new language.

Is it true that you've quit drinking?

Yeah. It was getting in the way.

I'm not gonna let that happen anymore.

There's a lot of acting talent
coming in from the theater now.

Might you go to the stage
to gain more experience?

Elinor, I will master
the talking film on film.

Do you miss the silents?

No.

We shouldn't stand in the way of progress.

Okay. Thanks, Jack.

You're still the kid I met 20 years ago,
you know.

You haven't changed... a bit.

Thank you, Elinor. Neither have you.

We're ready for you on set, Mr. Palmer.

She's not gonna fuck this up again,
is she?

I guarantee you,
she's going to blow you away.

-Is she ready?
-I'll check.

Hurry.

-You good with the money? Looks realistic.
-Yeah. What about the gun?

We're still having a problem
with the firing mechanism.

¡No, carajo! It still sounds like that?

Hi there. It's Jack calling for Irving.

Jack Conrad.

One o'clock. All right, fine.
I'll call back then. Thanks.

There you are.

-We have a serious fucking problem.
-What?

-The band looks mixed.
-What do you mean?

I mean, the other players
are a lot darker than Sid.

So?

-Manny, do you think I could say a line?
-No! Get back to the shot!

In your wide, next to them,
Sidney looks white.

-But he's Black.
-They won't think that in the South.

To them, this'll look like a mixed band.
We won't be able to book the movie there.

The South is big money.
That's half the revenue lost.

No, that's not possible.
Nellie needs this movie to work.

Forget working, it's not even
worth finishing at that rate.

Wallach'll just pull the plug.

What do you suggest?

Oh, he did, did he?
Okay, then I'll call back at 4:00. Thanks.

-Sidney?
-Yeah.

Why?

For the lighting.
Just to match the other players.

For the lighting.

Sí

I know.

But look around.

Your fellow players,
if we don't get the shot,

the studio will shut the picture down

and they won't get paid.

You're an actor now, Sidney.

Actors change their appearance for roles.

It's normal.

It's going to be on you, Sidney.

You are risking all these guys' ability
to feed their families over makeup.

Gracias.

We all good?

Left for the day.
Well, here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna come down there
and see for myself.

No, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Thank you.

I'm sorry,
I just can't have you in here right now.

He left for the day,
but I can take a message for you--

Thank you.

Cut!

That is a wrap on Sid.

Mr. Torres? We can't find Miss LaRoy.

Yeah?

She's gone.

Going over to Stage 4!

-You'll need that to come back.
-It's okay. I won't be back.

Madame? Let's chat.

I'm on a deadline, darling.

You know, when I first moved to LA,

you know what the signs
on all the doors read?

"No actors or dogs allowed."

Yeah, I changed that.

I helped build this place you call home.

I've never had any illusions about us.
I've never pretended we're friends.

We're friendly.

I scratch yours, you scratch mine.

That's our work.

But this?

This is something else.

-What do you want, Jack?
-I want to know why you wrote it.

No, you want to know why they laughed.

Would you like me to tell you?

Why they laughed.

Sure, Elinor. Why?

There is no why.

It wasn't your voice.
It wasn't a conspiracy.

And it certainly wasn't anything I wrote.

There's nothing you could have
done differently.

There's nothing you can do.

Your time has run out.
There is no why. Stop questioning it.

-I'm on a dry spell.
-No.

It's over.

It's been over for a while. I'm sorry.

Elinor, you peddle gossip.

You don't make anything.

You don't know what it is
to put yourself out there.

You're just a cockroach.

I've been counted out before.
This isn't new to me.

Have you ever stopped to think why,
when there's a house fire,

the people die
and the cockroaches all survive?

Jesus Christ.

What happened was you thought
the house needed you.

It doesn't.

Doesn't need you any more
than it needs the roaches.

And the roaches, knowing this,

crawl back into the dark, lay low,
and make it through.

See, but you,

you held the spotlight.

It's those of us in the dark,
the ones who just watch, who survive.

A house fire.

And there'll be
hundreds more like it, too.

An earthquake could
wipe this town off the map

and wouldn't make a difference.

It's the idea that sticks.

There'll be a hundred more Jack Conrads.

Hundred more me's.

Hundred more conversations
just like this one,

over and over again,
until God knows when.

Because it's bigger than you.

I know it hurts.

No one asks to be left behind.

But in a hundred years,
when you and I are both long gone,

any time someone threads
a frame of yours through a sprocket,

you will be alive again.

You see what that means?

One day, every person on every film
shot this year will be dead.

And one day, all those films
will be pulled from the vaults,

and all their ghosts will dine together,

and adventure together,
go to the jungle, to war together.

A child born in 50 years

will stumble across your image
flickering on a screen

and feel he knows you,
like-- like a friend,

though you breathed your last
before he breathed his first.

You've been given a gift. Be grateful.

Your time today is through,

but you'll spend eternity
with angels and ghosts.

Thank you for that.

Manny! I need your help.

I'm in so much trouble
and I really need your help.

Calm down and tell me what happened.

I fucked up, Manny. I fucked up, Manny.

And I know you've been trying to help me,
and I've kept fucking up.

Now I really need your help,
and I hate to ask--

Calm down.

-Cálmate.
-Okay, yeah, I was in Cal-Neva,

and I was playing cards and there was--

This guy McKay runs the place and, he's--
like, you don't fuck with--

-How much?
-He's...

-It's a lot. It's a lot.
-How much do you owe?

Eighty-five grand.

-They took me...
-¿Como? How?

He took me back into a room, Manny,
and they said

if I don't have the money
by the end of the week,

they're gonna pour acid on my pussy.

And they're not kidding.

They will fucking kill you.
These people are killers.

-Pay them, okay?
-I can't.

You don't fuck with these kind of people.
You just pay them.

-I can't pay them.
-What do you mean?

I don't have the money to pay them.
I don't have--

You're Nellie LaRoy.
Of course you have the money.

No, I don't. It's--

It's gone.

My dad's diner and the--

We don't own the house.

I don't have that--
I don't have that money.

...fucking help!

Please be nice to me, Manny.

Please.

You fucked my life!

I have nowhere else to go.

You're my only friend.

You're the only one, Manny!

You're the only one
who's ever been nice to me.

You're the only one who's ever cared.

I've always helped you,
and all you've done is break my heart!

Please.

They're gonna kill me.

I tried.

Manny, I did everything you said.

I tried.

Don't go home.

Stay here for a couple of days.

I'm gonna fix it.

Thank you.

I'll fix it.

Jack! It's Irv.

Jack?

Listen, I've been trying you for a while.
I got some great news.

I got a job for you. Prestige one.

Lead got sick mid-shoot.
Quick start, quick wrap.

Need you, Jack.

-Jack?
-Yeah.

-Hear what I said?
- Yeah, I heard.

Okay? So? What do you think?

Yeah. I just have one question.

It's a piece of shit, isn't it?

What?

And I'd be bailing you out, wouldn't I?

No. No. Of course not.

Irv, let's just call it for what it is.
That's all I ask.

I'll do your movie. I'll bail you out.

All I want in return is a little honesty.

Can you do that, Irv?

Can you be honest with me
for ten seconds or so?

I'd be bailing you out, wouldn't I?

Yeah, you'd be bailing me out.

And it's a piece of shit, isn't it?

Yeah, it's apiece of shit.

Okay, Irv. I'll see you on set.

Mr. Conrad?

-Harold, how you doing?
-I'm doing good, Jack. How about you?

I'm doing okay.

How many movies have
we done together now?

This makes 82.

-Eighty-two.
-That's right.

Beautiful, isn't she?

The great wide ocean.

You remember your first time at sea?

Kid, I'll never forget it.

Cut! Fantastic!

Not a dry eye in the house.

-Great. For this next take...
-Yeah.

...I want to see more of that real emotion.

-Okay.
-You know? Really dig into it.

-Yeah.
-Find it out here.

-Find it on that horizon.
-Yeah.

A never-ending horizon

that has brought you
all the way to this point.

Brought you so far in life. You know?

Jack?

-You good to go again?
-Sure.

-Nellie?
-Manny!

Manny, I got it all figured out.

Because I know that you've been trying
to get my career going.

I've had an idea.
I was thinking I can dance.

If I can dance, I bet I can sing.

'Cause you can do anything
if you set your mind to it.

Nellie, you have to stop this, okay?
You really have to stop.

I'm figuring out how to get the money.

Exactly! This is how
we make the money back.

I'm gonna tell Wallach that we're gonna
finish the movie, okay?

And first, all this, all this fucking mess

that you are doing every fucking day
is part of your process.

It's gonna be like
nothing anyone's ever seen.

-Hello?
-Manny, It's done.

I got the money and I know a guy
who will set the meet.

You got it?
Okay, but you're going to be there, right?

Don't worry, I'll be there the whole time.
See you Friday.

Nellie, we did it, okay?

Fuck Don Wallach!
Fuck all of this shit, okay?

-Fuck him, Manny! Yes!
-Fuck it! Fuck it!

-How did you get the money so fast?
-I have my ways. Don't worry.

-And it's all in here?
-Yes.

How do you know the guy?

I sold him keys a while back.
He works for McKay.

So, we give him the bag, he calls McKay,
and the threat against Nellie is off.

Okay, okay.

I'm not used to this kind of people.

They're no worse than movie people.

You good?

Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

Remember.
A monologue in the next picture.

-Wilson.
-Been a while.

Good to see you. Meet Manny.

Nice to meet you, Manny.

And nice to meet you, sir.

I believe this belongs to you.

You're a producer?

A studio executive.

Jim heard you were a big producer.

He's here now.
He'd love to buy you guys a drink.

-That's very kind of him, but--
-Sounds great. Yeah.

Great. Follow me.

Got to be polite. One drink.

Fuck.

Jim.

This is Manny and The Count.

How do you boys do?

I'm James McKay.

-How do you do, sir?
-Hello.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Hi.

Do you want a drink?
It's brandy mixed with ether.

-Yes.
-Sure.

Wilson, will you get us some drinks,
please?

Sir, I just wanted to say how sorry I am
that things got out of hand.

Nonsense. You came through.

That's what counts.

So, you boys are friends
with Nellie LaRoy?

Yeah.

Too bad what happened
to her career, huh?

Such a shame, yeah. It's sad.

Her new movie will work.

So you're the movie producer.

Studio executive.

I got some movie ideas myself.
You wanna hear them?

Yes.

Please.

Okay.

Okay, so,

there's a 10-year-old kid and he's
a prodigy at all these adult things.

He's super smart with words.

He can play the piano and recite Lincoln
and all this stuff.

Here's the twist:

Turns out he's a 50-year-old midget.

He only looks like he's a kid.
The joke's on us.

That's really good. Wow.

-It's very good.
-It's great, yeah.

-Very good.
-I am sorry.

I'm gonna check on the drinks.
I don't know where Wilson went.

One drink and we leave.
Right after this we leave.

-Calm down.
-I am calm, cabrón.

No, you're not. You're very nervous.

I'm not here for drinks and fun, okay?
I'm in your debt.

-You're not in my debt.
-Whose money it is?

The guy makes it by the kilo.
It's not a big deal.

What guy?
You never told me how you got it.

Tony. The prop guy.

-I thought I told you that.
-It's the prop guy's money?

No, it's the money that he makes.

What do you mean? Like his income?

No, it's his--

It's from your bank heist picture.
It's movie money.

It's prop money.

The money in the bag is prop money?

Well, where was I gonna get
85 grand in two days?

We have to go now, pendejo cabrón!

Calm.

Have I interrupted something?

No, no.

Thank you.

I got more ideas.

You ever heard of Wyatt Earp?

He died a couple of years ago.
I met him once.

Little known fact:

The greatest hero of the Wild West
couldn't count.

-No?
-No.

So I was thinking,
you make a movie about him,

and in it,
you make him full-fledged retard.

What?

You okay?

-What?
-You're sweating.

It's probably the ether.

I thought you were just excited
about the idea.

My next idea's my best:
The world's most fearless warrior.

I know just the guy to play him.
You just build the movie around him.

He is sensational.

He is?

Would you like to meet him?

Sure. I can have the studio set--

No, no, no. I'm going to see him now.
He's at the Blockhouse.

-Where is that?
-It's just over the hill.

A few minutes' drive.
Wilson and I can take you there and back.

It's the best party in town.

-It's very late and we have to go.
-No, no, it's worth it.

I promise you.

-I appreciate it, but we have to go.
-Trust me.

You'll never forget it.

What's this?

It's LA's last real party.

Wilson, bring that cash.

This town has gotten so repressed.

This is the only place left
where you can have any fun these days.

Welcome to the asshole of Los Angeles.

He's two floors down! Follow me!

This city used to know
how to have a good time.

It's such a drag now.

They still know how to party here, though.

There's one pet I like to pet
And every evening we get set

I stroke it every chance I get
It's my girl's pussy

Seldom plays and never purrs...

One more floor.

But I don't mind because it's hers

My girl's pussy

This is the kind of thing
your industry needs.

Hollywood has just become so stale.
Don't you agree?

Not this floor, either.

-Wilson, isn't he on tonight?
-Thought he was.

Sir?

-It-- It's very late.
-No, no, no, no. I promised you a sight.

You're getting a sight.
Let's try one more floor.

Bear with me, fellas.
Wait till you see this guy.

I think we can make millions together!

Oh, shit!

That was so good!

Come on, boys,
it's just on the other side.

It's worth it, I promise.

Okay.

Oh, yes.

This is it.

Yeah.

Yes. I think I can hear him.

Come on.

Yes.

I'm so excited for you.
You're gonna love him!

Yes! Yes! He's the next big thing!

Incredible, isn't he?

You either are a star or you aren't.
And he is!

Watch what he does.
It has to be seen to be believed.

Keep watching.

Yes!

He's just made for the movies, isn't he?

They found him in a forest in Oregon.

He will do anything for cash.

Wilson, quick, give me a 20.

More! Eat another rat!

Give me another one.

It's fake.

No.

No, come on.

-Let me explain--
-We were gonna make movies together.

Let me explain. Please.

No, no, no!

Hey, no, no, no!

What the fuck?

Back off! Back off!

Oh, shit! Go! God!

You have to see Dresden.
It's the most beautiful city in Germany.

-Jack said he was gonna take me to Greece.
-Greece?

-Isn't that right, honey?
-That's right.

The architecture is amazing.
You'll love it.

-Santoríni.
-I hear it's so beautiful.

-Fay!
-Jack.

Folks, I'd like to introduce you
to the wild and wonderful Lady Fay.

This is Rebecca. This is Lewis.

-How do you do?
-Hello.

-How do you do?
-What's your excuse?

Just wandering through?

-Something like that.
-Let me get you a drink.

-Were you shooting?
-No.

Just wanted some air.

What's next?

-I'm going to Europe, actually.
-Are you?

Yeah, Pathė wants me.

That's great!
Pathé's got really good taste.

Thank you.

Jack's back!

Way to go, Jack!

-So how's your movie?
-It's shit.

Another giant swing at mediocrity.

Well, the girl seems nice.

She is.

And she has no idea
it'll end like all the others.

You like her?

No.

You might want to save her.

You okay, sweetie?

It was the most magical place
in the world, wasn't it?

It was.

Another set, another review.

Another romance, another breakup.

I'm tired, Fay.

It's okay.

It's okay. I've been
the luckiest bastard in the world.

-I had a good run, didn't I?
-You sure did.

Yeah. I enjoyed that.

-I gotta run, sweetie.
-Yep.

It was so good to see you, Fay.
You're gonna do great things in Europe.

-You were always one of the good ones.
-Thank you.

-Ciao, my love.
-Ciao.

See you in Venice. See you in Prague.

I'm gonna go get those cigars.

Hey, you do a great job.
What's the best tip you've ever received?

Fifty dollars.

Who gave you that?

You did, Mr. Conrad.

It's on you now, kid. The future's yours.

-They're looking for us. Get up.
-I don't feel good.

-We are going to Mexico, Nellie.
-Mexico?

-Get dressed. We are going now.
-I'm not going to Mexico. Are you crazy?

They are going to fucking kill us, okay?

-I fucked up.
-Go hit a piñata if you're homesick.

Nellie, get dressed
and get in the fucking car, now!

Manny, you're scaring me.
I need another hit.

Okay, I feel better.

Hi. Do you have any coke?

Yeah, I've actually got--

Don't give her anything, pendejo.
Anything!

Fine, I won't!

Get everything you need. We get gas.

See you in ten minutes, cabrón.
Ten minutes.

And some pills, please?

Stop it. Stop messing with the--

Suck a dick, Señor Avocado.

-We need a fucking gas station, now.
-"We need a gas station, now."

-Yeah, we fucking need--
-"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

-There!
-There's gas.

Fuck! ¡Puta madre!

-It's closed.
-I know it's closed!

You know what we should do?
We should go dancing! Manny!

We could dance up here.

Manny! Manny, come up here.

Manny! Come on, it's fun.

-No, it's not fun.
-Yes, it is.

-It's not fun.
-We can have fun.

Nellie?

Nellie!

Maybe they got dancing here! Come on!

Nellie.

Nellie!

Manny!

Nellie, we have to leave now!

I'm staying.
I'm not moving.

You know what happen if they find us.

Why are you doing this, carajo? Why?

Manny, I shouldn't...

I shouldn't have asked you to help me.

Let me help. I want to help.

We can go to Mexico, Nellie.
And we can be happy.

-But we have to leave now.
-Manny. Manny.

It's the end of the road for me.
This is it for me.

It's not.

I'm at peace with that.

I'm not mad anymore. Manny...

Nellie, cállate.

You go to Mexico without me.

What the fuck I'm gonna do without you?
I'm not going anywhere without you!

Manny...

Te amo.

Te amo, Nellie.

What have I done?

I don't think I'm good for you.

I don't think I'm very good for you.

Nellie, I want to marry you.

I want to make you so happy every day.

Okay, it's my only job. From now on.

But we have to leave now.

Okay.

-I just want to be with you.
-Okay.

Okay, we'll...

Okay, we'll...

We'll go to Mexico.

We'll go to the border
and we'll go down south

and we'll get married
and we'll have kids and--

It'll be you and me, okay?

Okay.

Te amo, Nellie.

I love you, Manny.

Hey, you two with the camera!
Do you know who I am?

I'm Nellie LaRoy, bitches.

Holy shit, that is Nellie LaRoy.
That's Nellie fucking LaRoy. Come here.

This is my husband-to-be, Manny Torres.

Wait. Sorry?

We're gonna get married.

Are you really gonna be her husband?

Yes. Yeah.

Congratulations!
Get a shot. Get it, get it, get it.

Do you need anything?

You go grab him. I'm good.

Te amo, Nellie.

I love you, Manny.

Ain't life grand.

Hey. Hey.

I'm sorry. It was hard to find gas.

Yeah, well, I got everything we need.
This is my roommate, Kyle.

-Hey.
-Hi.

You need anything?
I'm gonna fill this real quick.

No, gracias. Let's go.

No. No, no, no, no. No. No, no.

Don't kill me.

Please don't kill me.

I'm nobody. I'm nobody.
Que soy mexicano.

I can leave. Please, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Get the fuck out of LA.

Disappear.

Nellie. Nellie?

Nellie?

Nellie!

Nellie! Nellie!

Oh, fuck!

And introducing tonight,

a new addition to the Hart Café Band.

Fresh from pictures,
Mr. Sidney Palmer on the trumpet.

Hey, Sid. You want to say a few words?

Thank you, Tom.

I just would like to say to you
how happy I am to be here.

You all are such
a beautiful, lovely crowd.

So thank you.

If I can, I'd like to play something
that I used to play

back in-- back in the days.

I hope you all enjoy it.

Passes, sir?

We're just looking. Thank you.

Hola. Hi.

-It's okay.
-Yeah?

-Adios.
-Bye.

Fifty cents.

Thank you.

Tell me why.

-Why?
- Yeah, tell me why.

I don't know why.

I just want to be part
of something bigger.

To be part of something important,

something that lasts,
that means something.