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where you're not supposed to be.

You don't have to do this.

Why are you fighting it?

Come to my benefit.

Oh, please.

Do you really need me?

- It sounds so...

- It's getting late.

You come, say a few words

about the Constitution,

wrongful imprisonment.

Or get someone else

to clean up your messes

when you breeze back into town.

Are you blackmailing

your only client?

Hey, we're old men.

We're doing favors for each other.

Well, I favor you

with a monthly check, I believe.

Shalom, big boy.

Because I'm too old to be

going out Manhattan South

for horny movie stars.

We ended up in the wrong place.

This girl, she gets around.

She likes to play it slumming,

and it bit her in the ass.

Man, you know,

you behave like it's 1970

and you're still living in Malibu.

There may be somebody

from one of the papers there.

You're gonna come to my thing

at the Palm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Two, three.

Sh*t.

- What are you here for, Eli?

- They're having a raffle.

I thought I'd just see

if I get lucky.

What's the prize?

The TV starlet, maybe?

You don't have

that many clients anymore.

I can figure it out.

Better if you tell me.

Who am I telling? Norris Volpe

or the "New York Post"?

You didn't invite me to your benefit.

I like causes.

Should've put me on the list.

You're invited. You sit at

my table next to Cary Launer.

- Done deal.

- He won't show.

Her network has me on retainer.

This thing leaks, I'm out.

You take the food out of my mouth.

Norris, I need the job.

Please.

The only reason

that schmaltz works for me

is you're so moth-eaten.

If I f***ed you, there'd be nobody

from the old days

for me to play with.

Pervy little tabloid cocksucker.

I heard that.

Ms. Hopper,

we need your date of birth.

Yeah. Right.

Ms. Hopper,

I'm Jerome Eli Wurman.

Took long enough.

Where's the car? I stink.

Since when did this town start

arresting people for having fun?

You tell me.

Got to check everything, 'cause

they go through your stuff

like it's a f***ing grab bag.

Yeah.

Well, it's all right.

We don't live in a town

with a morals clause.

Where are you from?

Georgia. Listen.

You need some sleep

and something in your stomach.

You'll be as good as new.

Believe me.

Come on.

It's all right.

Yeah.

This is why I don't come back

to New York.

Because I fall right on my ass

every time.

Yeah. I know.

I just wish I had a little

perfume or something.

Listen.

I got a good doctor.

He's a quiet little pussycat.

You know what I'm saying?

You got any Xanax?

You want Xanax from me?

Let's see what I got

in the drugstore.

Pills, pills.

Here you go.

A little Xanax.

Can I interest you

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