Chuck:
You're not invited, Simo.
Louis Simo:
Were you?
Chuck:
We're working.
Louis Simo:
Why don't you lay off? Mister Harris!
Rick Harris:
Hello, Louis.
Louis Simo:
You come up from Palos Verdes just to see me?
Rick Harris:
I came here to celebrate my friends' anniversary. You've met Mister Mannix.
Louis Simo:
No. But we've got people in common. Ain't that right, Eddie?
Eddie Mannix:
I've got nothin' in common with you.
Louis Simo:
Bernice, the first missus. You like that car crash gimmick, huh?
Eddie Mannix:
Rick...
Louis Simo:
Riva Watson. She get all clingy? How'd it feel, pounding her face in? Happy times, huh, Ed?
Eddie Mannix:
Richard, please.
Louis Simo:
George Reeves...
Rick Harris:
That's enough, Louis.
Louis Simo:
Am I being indiscreet? Bad for business, huh?
Rick Harris:
Louis, your problems are your own.
Louis Simo:
Ricky, you cover for this prick?
Rick Harris:
Whatever you're pursuing here, whatever fantasy... you've constructed will not alter your past.
Louis Simo:
You had a bullet put in Reeves' head! He used the studio and the cops -
[Chuck punches him in the stomach]
Louis Simo:
You're gonna burn in hell, you sonofabitch!
Eddie Mannix:
Come here. You don't know me. You don't know what I think. What I do. I don't let you.
Louis Simo:
You're an old man, Eddie. Who's gonna wipe the blood off your hands?
Eddie Mannix:
My hands? I'm in the picture business.
Louis Simo:
No, you're a murderer.
Eddie Mannix:
Prove it. You hear me? Go on, I'm ready. Prove one fuckin' thing.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:19