The Player Page #13

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- His wife told me...

- Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

I didn't know either of them.

I was restless,

thought I'd see the movie.

If he was there, I'd talk to him

about a job I thought he was good for.

You got to the theater,

saw him and?

We had a drink at a Japanese place.

It was a wild, incredible scene.

It was like Tokyo.

He left before you.

Why didn't you leave together?

It was an incredible scene.

I was having a great time.

Why didn't you stay longer?

People stopped singing. Then it was just

a bar and I don't drink.

- You drank with him.

- When in Rome...

Did you know him socially?

Been to his house?

Know anything about him personally?

We'll let you get back to work now.

What's bothering you?

Well, I just have to ask.

Did you see him in the parking lot

after you left?

No, I parked on the street.

I drive a Range Rover...

...so I feel safer

when it's visible.

Who's gonna smash a window

if it's on the street?

If you had a shitty car,

you would've parked in the parking lot?

If I had a shitty car,

I might be a dead man.

Somehow I think you're too lucky

for that.

Thank you.

Okay, 63, take three. Marker.

Now.

Action!

No, goddamn it, you listen to me!

I've been around a while. I got a nose.

This situation stinks.

It stinks of the company.

That's right, Peterson,

the f***ing CIA. Ever heard of it?

It's the kind of operation...

You don't understand what he's trying

to go for here.

It's hard to listen to your argument

when you don't understand.

- Would you shut up, please?

- Kiss my ass!

I have to cut.

My robe cut on the drawer.

- For Christ's sakes!

- I like this guy. He's great.

Waters?

Can I have some Volvic, please?

Yeah, he's great.

I heard the police came to see you

about this dead writer.

- Who was this guy?

- His name was David Kahane.

I never heard of him.

We ever hire him for anything?

I was thinking about it.

He pitched me a story.

I went there to talk to him about it.

Jesus. Poor bastard. Just when his ship

comes in, some bastard blasts him...

Jesus. Poor bastard. Just when his ship

comes in, some bastard blasts him...

I don't want to criticize you...

...but I'm supposed to be talking

on the phone.

Are the cops still bothering you?

- No. No, I don't think so.

- Let Stuckel handle it.

We'll give them passes to a screening.

They can sit behind Michelle Pfeiffer.

They'll leave you alone.

A guy named Joe Gillis called.

He wants you to meet him at the

St. James Club at 10:00 on the patio.

- Never heard of him.

- He said you'd know him.

Anybody know who Joe Gillis is?

He's a character William Holden played

in Sunset Boulevard.

- The writer killed by a movie star.

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