John Shooter:
You stole my story.
Mort:
I'm... I'm sorry, do I... I don't believe I know you.
John Shooter:
I know that, that doesn't matter, I know you Mr. Rainey, that's what matters. You stole my story.
[holding out his manuscript to Mort]
Mort:
You're mistaken. I don't read manuscripts.
John Shooter:
You read this one already. You stole it.
Mort:
I can assure you...
John Shooter:
I know you can. I know that. I don't want to be assured.
Mort:
If you want to talk to somebody about some grievance you feel you may have, you can call my literary agent.
John Shooter:
This is between you and me.
[sees Chico under him]
John Shooter:
We don't need no outsiders, Mr. Rainey.
Mort:
I don't like being accused of plagiarism, if that is in fact what you are accusing me of. Chico, inside.
[Chico goes back inside]
John Shooter:
I don't blame you for not liking it but you did it.
Mort:
You're gonna have to leave. I have nothing more to say.
John Shooter:
Yeah, I'll go. We'll talk more later.
[hands the manuscript to Mort to take it]
Mort:
I'm not taking that.
John Shooter:
Won't do you no good to play games with me, Mr. Rainey. This has got to be settled.
Mort:
So far as I'm concerned it is.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:29