The Killing Floor Page #2
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- Year:
- 2007
- 94 min
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I'm, uh-- I'm not even
pissed at you.
I'm pissed at me for believing
Christ.
And when you lose your job
and your best pal steals
your clients
and then makes a dash
for another agency...
- Oh, come on!
-...that's sh*t!
That's not what happened.
Okay. Tell me what happened.
Come on, I'm all ears.
You're in a slump, Garret.
A professional slump.
Slump...
Hmm.
So the book's a total mess.
Hey.
This should be my life,
my party, my place.
Sorry.
F*** you!
F*** you.
What in the f*** did you write
in that note to him?
Just what you told me to.
Did I do something wrong?
Did that look
like it went well?
Have you seen Audrey Levine?
Five-seven, brown hair,
black dress.
Her name wasn't even
on the li--
David Lamont?
Yeah.
My name is Martin Soll,
detective, N.Y.P.D.
Sorry, Mr. Lamont,
for calling at this hour.
That makes two of us.
What, uh, is this about,
detective?
There's a guy downstairs who claims
that you're squatting in his residence.
Do you have the deed
to this place?
My lawyer does.
I'll give you
his phone number.
This is his home
and his cell.
Who is he?
Uh, Jared Thurber.
Uh, his father
was the previous owner.
He claims that
when the old man died,
you moved in here illegally.
Well, I can assure you,
the transaction was entirely legit.
Well, if you say so.
Hopefully, I can get
back to some real work, and...
you can get back to all this.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Like what?
Hey... it's New York.
The only penalty
you ought to worry about is the one
I'll impose on your ass
for wasting my time.
He's the one f***ing
wasting your time.
God f***ing damn it!
Either you're gonna do
something about it, or I am.
It's my house.
Well, we'll find
that out directly. After you.
We let 'em slide
on advances, the next thing you know,
quotes are gonna
be 80% of what they are now.
My client doesn't need
the advance.
- He'll do the work.
- Without incentives--
Hang on.
Your client
doesn't need the advance.
Well, that's mighty kind of him.
My top five clients brought
in an estimated, what?
Fifteen million dollars
worth of advances last year.
My bottom five, zero.
That's because
your clients were dictating
from a cabin in Maine,
wearing a f***ing bathrobe.
Every day is a war.
Be generals for chrissake.
No, no. I'll be done here,
uh, soon. Like 45 minutes.
Yes, we're just--
We're wrapping up.
No, no, okay.
Call somebody
at The New Yorker.
I got some renewal thing.
I have to go, bye-bye.
I shouldn't have to pay for it.
Okay. Uh, this came
for you today.
What is it?
A thank-you note
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