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was your first. Mmm-hmm.

What was your last?

That I'm fairly certain

you didn't see.

Try me.

The Adventures of Sir Galahad,

Boldest Knight of the Round Table.

Saturday morning serial, very

cheap, we all rode the same horse.

Well, I'm sure you did a wonderful,

professional job and the children loved you.

I don't know,

it's a lot of waiting.

A lot of wanting,

and somehow, that's your life.

How dare you.

What?

How dare you to permit me

to talk about myself

when I'm standing next to

the most beautiful woman?

Well,

you're an actor.

And how about you? Hmm? Those

friends of yours, over at Ciro's?

I know some of them.

Good people to know?

Not if you know them.

Really?

That sounded sad.

Not at all.

I was aiming for mysterious.

Mysterious

is like this.

Oh, that's good.

Do another one.

Noble.

Stoic.

Heroic.

Bad shellfish?

Very good, exactly.

Well, you don't seem sad.

What if I were?

I won't allow it.

I'm much too old

for you, you know.

We don't give out

that information.

Here's the thing, though.

Mr... The person

I work for, he...

If I come back empty-handed,

I'll lose my job.

"Get me that watch

that George had," he told me.

George?

George Reeves.

Oh, Mr. Reeves.

Yeah, they were very close.

Like brothers.

You know, they spoke

every week, until...

Who do you work for?

No, I can't, I can't.

I just do what I'm told.

If the rest of the world knew what

these stars were really like...

Well, we got some stories,

right?

Hold on.

A gold Chopard Quattro.

Unfortunately, no longer made.

Uh-oh. Well,

he was a good customer?

No, these are

Mrs. Mannix's account. She...

She bought him

a lot of things, you know.

Of course.

Say no more.

Maybe there's

some old stock.

I'd be grateful.

No luck, huh?

I'll go

break the bad news.

If I showed you

something else?

No, I don't think

that's gonna help.

Spencer Tracy.

Now, how the heck did you...

I'd heard he can be difficult.

Oh, between you and me?

Complete prick.

Good morning.

Good morning...

Mrs. Mannix.

I don't have a problem with a

man drinking before breakfast,

but it is impolite

not to offer me any.

Your husband is

the general manager of MGM.

He gives the word, I'm stuck doing

serials for the rest of my life, at best.

He would never do that.

No? Why not?

Because it would

hurt me.

What about me?

It would hurt both of us.

Look, whatever I said

last night...

It sounded true.

Was it?

Or were you acting?

It was true.

Listen,

Eddie's got a mistress.

Japanese girl, very sweet.

An apartment in Brentwood,

a cabin up in Big Bear.

And what do you have?

I have another seven good years.

Then my ass drops like a duffel bag.

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