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We're all in this together.

You, me, Zukor, Cohn,
pain in the ass Warner Brothers.

We're building something,
together.

And I'm sure, if I were in your
shoes and you were in my shoes,

you'd be generous with me.

It was an act
of real friendship.

Irving here thinks
I should tell the two of you

to go jump in the lake,
and as we know,

boy geniuses are never wrong.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

(laughs softly)

So, yes to your
Angels on the Avenue reshoot,

yes to the Brinel picture

and yes to Sally Sweet.

And we'll get you
Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg

to help with the songs.

MAYER:
Right. But no,

to Bess Burrows
playing Sally's aunt.

You don't want whores.

You want stars.

Like Minna,
may she rest in peace.

L.B., that was actually, uh...

I never slept with her.

I just said that
to get you to let her go.

You know, Pat,

despite appearances,
this is a gentleman's business.

I apologize.

Well, then, yes to Bess Burrows.

Uh, Pat, the other titles.

Yes. Her Royal Shyness,

very funny comedy
we developed for Minna.

I don't have
a money tree out back.

Why don't you just take
your three yeses,

you say thank you,

and if they're hits, we'll talk.

L.B., this is a hit...

Pat, Pat.
(chuckles)

Do you freely accept that
I'm now your Lord and Savior?

I mean, I parted
the seas for you.

And I saved you
from that prick, Corny Riddle.

Like God, no?

Well, this is God saying to you

if they are hits,
then this bank will stay open.

And if not...

Uh, Louis?
(clears throat)

The box.

Oh, thank you, Irving.
Yes, Monroe.

Apparently, you've got
a birthday coming up?

STAHR:
I suppose I do.

Many felicitations.

(laughs softly)

BRADY: Do you mind
if I apologize to Gyssling?

'Cause I think
I'd rather borrow from Hitler.

This, too, shall pass.

Yeah. Easy for you to say.

All you got from him
was a watch.

Look, he wants three hits,

let's give him his three hits.

We can release Her Royal Shyness
in spring.

Yeah.
I'll be dead by then.

Or he will.

(sighs)

Can't beat
a yes out of him, Pat.

Oh, yeah?

Mr. Brady?

Yes.

Miss Taft is by the pool.

She asked me to bring you
to her.

Thank you.

MARGO:
Clever.

And I do like clever.

BRADY: (laughs)
Then you've read it?

I read my lines.
They're fine.

Of course, some of the scenes
need more work.

More depth, like a novel.

We'll take care of it.

Hmm.

Harry Cohn used
to make promises like that.

And then he always went back
to being Harry Cohn.

I know there were unkindnesses.

We have a love-hate
relationship, Harry and I.

Mostly hate.

On my lot, you'd be a queen.

I'd need a dialect coach.

Odelle Dinton, naturally.

Naturally.

I don't shoot on Fridays.

Wouldn't ask you to.

And I'm presuming you know
my director requirement.

It's not anything
I can put in a contract,

but I won't show up
unless he agrees to it.

Name it.

Oh. Well.

(clears throat)

Right before we start shooting,

I always have the director
come into my dressing room,

and show me his cock.

Are you shocked?

No, I'd heard. I just always
thought it was apocryphal.

Margo.

Don't you think that might

undercut his authority
on set a bit?

-(laughs)
-(chuckles)

You catch on pretty fast.

Can you get Red Ridingwood?

He's awfully good.

Yes, I can get him.

Yes, he will drop his pants.

Good.

Let's talk about my deal.

Shouldn't I call your agent?

Oh, that milquetoast? No, no.

I want this to be
an arrangement between us,

As partners.

Partners.

Hmm.

I need a percentage
of the gross.

That's impossible.

Mary Pickford got it from Zukor

in '16.

I just can't, Margo,

it'd put me out of business.

Hmm.

Well, the way I hear it,

you're damn near
out of business already.

You want me to be the pie
in Louis Mayer's face,

this is what it'll cost you.

As I always say, Pat,

if you're looking
for the girl next door,

go next door.

Feels good in here, doesn't it?

Yeah.

We've become pals, Monroe and I.

When he doesn't like you,
he makes you wait out there.

Sometimes for hours.

(laughs)

Boxley once made us sit
out there for three days.

Oh, my.

I love you, Bess.

And I love this picture
for bringing us together.

Oh, Clint.

(door opens)

Hello, Clint. Hello, Bess.

BESS:
Hi. Hi, Monroe.

Good to see you, Monroe.

Wanted to discuss the reshoots.

Good.
(laughs)

'Cause I got a funny idea.

I'm recasting your part, Clint.

Oh.

Uh...

Well, that's a good deal
of a blow, Monroe.

You mind telling me why?

This picture has to work.

And they nearly clucked us
out of the house

at a friends and family preview.

Bess,

I know how close
you two have become.

I wanted to give you a chance to
recuse yourself from the picture

as a gesture of solidarity.

Oh, no.

(chuckles)

That's okay, Monroe.

The picture comes first,
with me.

You know that.

Yeah...

I, uh...

I guess I got to go get my hat.

Here.

You can use the back
if you like.

I thought we were pals.

We are.

That's why I'm telling you,

you can't drink your way
through a performance.

Sooner or later, it shows.

That's sound advice, Monroe.

Bye, Bess.

Bye.

I really am sorry.

But it's the most important
picture we've got.

If you were sorry,
you would've cut to the ashtray.

ODELLE: All right,
let's try it again, Sally.

(Texan accent):
"I et plenty, Pa.

You take the last one."

(Texan accent):
"I ate plenty, Pa.

You take the last one."

It's et, Sally.

Flat "E," remember?

I'm so tired.

-How we doing, Odelle?
-We're coming along very nicely.

Mostly just vowel work now.

BROCA:
Oh, good. Good.

'Cause everyone's here
to dance with you, Sally.

Are you deaf?

I'm too tired!

CAROL:
I can help with that, sweetie.

John, may we have a moment?

Yeah.

I want my mommy.

Well, your mommy wants you here.

Now take a big,
deep breath of this,

and you'll feel much better.

(inhales sharply)

(door opens)

MONROE:
Hello, John.

How's rehearsal coming?

Oh, fine. Fine.

Uh, what-what brings you here?

Are you kidding?

This is the most important
picture we've got.

SALLY:
I want another root beer float.

I want one every hour.

Sure.

(clicking)

(footsteps)

Well, well.

Monroe.

Come to see how
the other half lives?

I did.
Are any of them around?

(laughs softly)

Monroe, I feel like I spent
a day in America today.

I'm proud of you.

(groans)

Oh, how romantic.

(chuckles)

But don't forget
about Enemy.

It's the most important picture
we've got.

Honestly, Monroe.

That old chestnut?

It is hell being so transparent.

It really is the most important
picture we've got, to me.

This is how you get people
to work so hard.

No.

No, this is just for you.

Keep it.

Stay on Aubrey.

* *

Hello, all.

So late.

How was work, darling?

Yes, maybe you'd like
to tell us how it feels

to be humiliating your
father by working

in the wardrobe department?

I'm not above paying my dues.

How else can I learn
the business?

Whoever wanted you
to learn the business?

You don't see
Louis Mayer's daughters

working in the sweatshop.

If it's the conditions
in there that worry you,

-Daddy, I can tell you how...
-Please, Celia. I can't take one

-of your Bolshevik diatribes
just now. -ROSE: Pat,

I wait hours to hear
about Celia's day.

Let's don't ruin it.

How was your day, Mother?

Grand.

Excuse me, sir.

There's a messenger
from the studio with a package.

Needs your signature.

Send him in.

-Malcolm?
-Hmm?

How many hours a week
do you work here?

Never counted, ma'am.

60, 70; whatever y'all need.

I'm sorry I never
asked you before.

BRADY:
Ahem!

May we just get the messenger?

Right away, sir.

Evening, Mr. Brady.

Sorry it's so late.

Uh, ma'am.

Celia.

Oh, you're, uh...

The boss's daughter, yes.

And working as hard as her pa.

Uh, I'm Max Miner, sir,
you remember?

From Oklahoma.

They put me in Traffic.

I remember.

Max Miner.

You clean up fine.

-Hand it over.
-Yes, sir.

It's quite a home you have here.

(scribbling on paper)

Thank you, sir.

Thanks again for the work.

Ma'am.

Miss Brady.

(exhales)

What?

Ever notice how drafty
this house gets?

I'm sick of it.

You're just upset about Mayer.

And Margo.

You should talk to Monroe.

I'm sure he could help.

Do your damn puzzle.

CELIA:
Max?

I'm not "Miss Brady"
all of a sudden.

I'm still Celia from Wardrobe.

If you say so.

I'm trying to learn
how the world works.

It won't happen if people treat
me like the boss's kid.

Okay. That's fine.

Can I be the boss's kid?

FRANCES: She had a lot of time
on her hands,

-but she used it wisely.
-(women laugh)

You know what I mean.

Well, and then, of course,
there's Marion Davies.

-Right?
-(laughter)

And she had all
the advantages, too,

including two years
in Florence.

-There you go, honey.
-Mm.

Where, despite heavy odds,
she remained

-the only virgin at the school.
-(women chuckle)

Oh, and then there was that
courtesy debut in Boston.

Yes, she was the jewel
of that fine,

old, cost-and-gross
aristocracy. (laughs)

-Mm.
-But then she marries him,

despite his obvious
unctuousness.

I mean, she does try
to remain faithful,

but, you know, by the spring

she was up to her ass
in stuntmen.

(women laugh)

Rose.

Rose, is there--
is something wrong?

(footsteps approaching)

FRANCES: Oh, my, is it
as bad as all that?

We were just about
to carve up Mary Astor

and Georgie Kaufman.

We must love the lawns.

We put up with the boredom,
the cheating, all of it,

and what do we get?

Big lawns.

Must be enough.

Don't ask me.

I've got a cash register
where my heart should be.

Can you stomach
just ten more minutes?

All right.

FRANCES:
Rose!

(indistinct chatter)

Her G.P. can take the
stitches out in a week.

She's very lucky she was walking
and not driving.

Doc, that wasn't walking.

Do you mind if I ask

why a respectable woman
like you was intoxicated

at 1:00 in the afternoon?

Probably because I didn't get
to the restaurant until 12:30.

(laughs)

May I go?

Trouble at home?

May I go?

Come on, dear, let's go.

We're trying to find our
daughter, the name is "Cole."

Her school said she's here,
she broke her leg.

DOCTOR: I'm not
with admitting, I'm sorry.

Why don't you try
the volunteer desk?

-MAN: There's no one there.
-I see.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Irving.

Ah, and I thought I was the one
he stayed open late for.

(chuckles)

Didn't know you saw the doc.

Well, our jobs create a certain
amount of stress, no?

Love the watch.

I have to tell you, Monroe,

I don't know how long I can
survive under that kike's thumb.

No offense, of course.

Of course.

You're not a kike.

My grandparents would be
thrilled to hear it.

But, Pat, you should've
left Margo to me.

Eh. Why?

It's a picture
he specifically said no to.

But it's my studio.

He doesn't think so.

And now everyone will know

that you offered it to her
personally and came up short.

It makes us look desperate.

I am desperate.

We haven't had a star under
contract since we lost Minna.

I want Margo doing
every one of the pictures

Minna would've done.

Then I'm the bank,

instead of living
picture to picture.

That's from him, I assume.

Christ.

-Et tu, Monroe?
-I wear his watch today,

maybe he gives us
an extra movie tomorrow.

Holy hell.

Do you play me like that?

When necessary.

Like I said,

Christ.

I can't give her a percentage.

Well, you don't have
a choice anymore.

Now you have to sign her.

Ugh...

I hate movie stars.

* Did you ever dream *

* You loved me... *

Well, you look blue.

Are you?

Oh.

Bad couple of days.

Aw.

Lying,
being lied to...

* Did you ever dream... *

...and too much time
missing you.

How have you been?

Not great.

* If your heart... *

They cut my wages in half.

Just like that?

The whole staff.

* About me... *

(sighs)

When is there going to be
a union for waitresses?

Or immigrants?
(chuckles)

Can I get you some coffee?

No.
(chuckles)

Want to drive out to
the beach for dinner?

I know a place so far out

on the water,
a seal serves your meal.

Would I be eating
dinner on my own?

It is a weeknight, after all.

No.

Watch your step.

Oh...

(seagulls calling)

Did you build it for her?

No, she was gone by then.

I think I built it for you.

You're going to have
to stop that,

having an answer for everything.

It isn't fair.

I was lonely.

Building something made me mind
a little less.

(sighs)

What if you worked on the lot?

What did you have in mind?

Well, we need a new tour guide.

You could do that.

(sighs)

Be the girl with
the blue sailor hat,

leading people around?

Oh.

I couldn't shill
for the pictures.

Afraid someone might find out
you actually love them?

Oh.

You move so fast,
it's hard to keep up.

If we're to have
any chance at all,

I have to be the one person
in your life

that doesn't need anything
from you.

What if I need
something from you?

You don't seem to need anything.

No. Just love.

Success.

Ten pats on the head every day,

more love,

and amnesia.

Only ten pats?

Depends on the day.

(giggles)

-(chuckles) -You've ruined it
for me, you know that.

Our script.

I can't see anyone playing
the part but you anymore.

Oh, you're bad, you're so bad.

And you are a radiant woman,
on screen and off.

Tell me, if I were
to give you the choice

of putting me in bed
or putting me in this picture,

and you couldn't have both,

which would you choose?

My God, are you giving
me that choice?

(giggles)

-No.
-(laughs)

But it's fun to speculate.

Ah.

You're wondering which answer
will insult me less, aren't you?

No,

I'm wondering how
I can wind up with both.

(laughs) Well, I can think
of a sure-fire way

to wind up with neither.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

What do you need, Kathleen?

I, uh...
(laughs)

I need to breathe.

Feels like I haven't

since I got off the boat.

Don't people do that here?

BRADY:
You should meet Landon Aames.

Hmm, the novelist?

Novelist turned screenwriter.

We just put him on this picture
to give it a bit more depth.

You're quick.

Everyone always
says that about you.

So encouraging not
to be disappointed.

Margo, he writes wonderful
women, very complex, like you.

Hmm, I'm sure he does.

And I would love to meet him...

just as soon as you say
three little syllables.

Can you do that for me, Patty?

Just those three.

Per... centage.

You know I can't.

(groans)

Well, I guess, then,
old Landon Aames

is gonna have his wonderful
dialogue mangled by Jean Harlow.

Oh, and wouldn't that be novel?

Margo, there are so many things

I'd like to change
in this crazy business,

contracts, precedents...

Pat.

I love your shoulders.

Oh?

And I love this part.

Good.

But you should know,
when it comes to deals,

I don't get fucked.

Lucille, please show
Mr. Brady out.

But...

Thanks for the visit.

Call me when you're ready

to take me seriously.

(sighs)

How about box office bonuses?

$20,000 at $500,000 cash-break
after recoupment,

with $5,000 for every
$100,000 after that,

along with
a nondisclosure agreement,

enjoining you or
your representatives

from revealing this
arrangement to anyone,

public or private.

And an Auburn Speedster.

Swell.

Fine.

Jesus.

You must really want me.

Doesn't everyone?

(sighs)

(moaning)

There you go again,
moving too fast.

(moans)

We'll go slow.

I know in a picture
it'd be a bed of roses.

We'll just pretend.

(moaning)

* *

* *

(sighs)

(sighs)

("I Must Have That Man!"
by Billie Holiday playing)

* Don't want my mammy *

* I don't need a friend *

* My heart is broken *

* It won't ever mend *

* I ain't much carin' *

* Just where I will end *

* I must have that man *

* I'm like an oven *

* That's crying for heat *

* He treats me awful *

* Each time that we meet *

* It's just unlawful *

* How that boy can cheat *

* But I must have that man *

* He's hot as Hades *

* A lady's not safe
in his arms *

* When she's kissed *

* But I'm afraid
that he's cooled off *

* And maybe I'm ruled
off his list... *

(moaning)

* I'll never be missed *

* I need that person
much worse 'n just bad *

* I'm half alive and
he's drivin' me mad *

* He's only human. *

You haven't been watching me,
have you?

-Sorry. Couldn't help it.
-(chuckles)

Well, stop.

You'll have me staring
in mirrors before too long.

Then I'll turn into one of them.

(sighs)

I wonder when it was settled
that we would...

There's a moment...

when you needn't at all, and...

and then there's a moment...

when nothing in the world
can keep it from happening.

I still don't know
anything about you...

like who you were as a girl...

or five minutes before we met.

(chuckles)

Well... I wasn't a little girl
for very long.

My father was killed by the
Black and Tans when I was ten.

After that,
the thing was to eat.

And there was a man.

Professor, would you believe?

(sighs heavily)

From King's College,
spending the summer in Dublin.

He was kind to me.

Then he decided I...

owed him more than gratitude.

So?

America?

So America.

Monroe, I've been thinking...

me as a tour guide,

in the blue sailor cap.

Yes?

I don't think it
would be a good fit.

I can't spend all day talking.

And I don't want
to owe you anything.

Yeah.
(smooches)

It's odd.

Everyone else in
my life likes me

because of what
I can do for them.

You like me despite it.

Whoever said that I liked you?

(chuckles)

Something troubling you, dear?

Yes. Can't find Monroe.

Called him all night.

He's not in this morning,
either.

Oh.

Pat...
(sighs)

...I'm thinking
about volunteering.

Good, where?

The hospital.

They're badly understaffed.

There's visitors wandering
up and down the hallways

with no one to tell
them where to go.

Is that wise, exposing yourself

to the diseases bouncing
around those halls?

Doesn't seem fitting.

Well, they need the help, Pat.

County cut their funding
in half.

Celia in a sweatshop,
you as Florence Nightingale.

Might be my next comedy.

Margo's coming
to the studio today.

Maybe the tweed?

Any of them will do.

Box office bonuses.

Directors with
their peckers out.

Kristus.

It ain't the glove business,
that's for sure.

Thank God.

Poor Red.

-Poor Red.
-Mm.

Monroe. You have to protect me.

I'm the best gagman you have.

Make a Margo Taft picture,

you'll be the best gagman
in town.

I can't...

What if she laughs?

It is a comedy, Red.

Leo McCarey did this.

John Ford did this.

Let's not dress it up, Monroe.

You'd ask Jesus
to drop his pants

if it meant signing a star.

(sighs)

(inhales)

(sighs)

(inhales)

(sighs)

(knock at door)

Um...

no.

Red.

(chuckles)

A-Are they all gonna...?

No, no.

Everyone, shoo, shoo.

I like your fitting room, Margo.
(chuckles)

Thank you.

-I'm told it was Minna's.
-Ah.

You know, they're usually
so stuffy, but this one is...

Maybe we should just
get on with it.

Oh.

-(Margo clears throat)
-Yes.

(sighs)

Uh, I just want to say,
I adore all my actresses.

-Mm.
-Revere them.

I revere all women.

What a touching sentiment.

Huh.

Now... your trousers.

Jodhpurs?

Yes.

(groans softly)

Red. Stop.

Huh?

You can stop.

I can?

Yes.

But does that mean you won't be

-in the picture, Margo?
-(giggles)

Of course I'll be
in the picture.

(clicks tongue)

-Button up before something
falls out of there. -Oh.

I'll tell you a secret.

(whispering):
I never actually make

any of them go through with it.

You don't?

No.

The important thing
is that they would.

And they all swear
to the same oath

that you're about to swear to,

which is that they did
as they were told.

And they keep the secret, too,
because if they didn't,

I would be very upset.

Do you think you would enjoy
seeing me upset, Red?

No.

(laughs) No.
Of course not.

(laughs)

Good, good, good.
Now, you run along.

-Okay.
-Red...

we're going to make
a great picture together.

(chuckles nervously)

(laughing):
Yeah.

Oh, thank you, Margo.

No, thank you.

-Oh.
-(clears throat)

By the way,

I just loved you in
Race to Zanzibar.

-Oh...
-The spinning plates...

-(laughs)
-...wonderful!

It was just...

-(beeping)
-(laughs)

-Go, go, go.
-I love that...

-Okay. Uh-huh.
-Go.

(sighs)

Oh, uh, Mr. Stahr,

don't think too bad of her.
She's had it so hard.

A-And by the way,

I enjoy your pictures very much.

MARGO:
Yes.

I just wanted
to tell you, Margo:

you won this one
because we had to let you win.

But it wasn't
what was best for the movie.

You know that.

Do I?

(Lucille coughs)

-(clears throat)
-STAHR: You all right, ma'am?

I'm fine,
it's just dusty in here.

Maybe now would be a good time
for your morning walk, Lucille.

(clicks tongue)
Monroe...

(sighs)

I like you.

And you matter, so...
I'll level with you.

Would you like to sit down?

(sighs)

I was brought out here at age 16
by a song-plugger.

The only thing he didn't let
people put into my mouth

was music.

That's why I do this.

For every girl

stepping off that train
in Pasadena,

hoping to be Paulette Goddard.

(laughs)
This is for her.

We are not just objects.

See?

-I'm sorry that happened to you.
-Mm-hmm.

Tell me the guy's name and
I'll go punch him in the nose.

But on our lot,

artists are treated
with respect.

(scoffs)

You mean like the directors

you keep waiting outside
your office for days at a time?

Or the writers you fire,

who then
end up flying off a catwalk?

Or the actresses
Pat bends over his desk?

You mean that kind of respect?

This is just
a machine you're running.

And we're all just part of it.

Even Minna,

as exalted as she was,
was a cog to you.

And I am going to call
your attention to that fact

every fucking chance I get,

until the people
who make your movies

begin to mean as much to you
as the movies themselves.

After all,
you'd be pretty hard-pressed

to produce one without us.

Now get out of here before
I tell you to drop your pants.

(knock at door)

Excuse me, Mr. Stahr, ma'am.

There seems to be a problem
with Miss Sweet.

Mr. Brady asked
if you might, uh, investigate.

(clicks tongue)

It was just one.

You can bully all the rest
of 'em if you want to,

but I'd be careful
with that boy.

He's too smart, he gonna see
right through you before long.

(drawer opens)

It was just one.

(coin clinks)

Stop asking me
what the matter is!

She's the matter!

-Sally, you can't...
-She can't sing!

(gasps)

I'm doing every note right

and she can't sing!

I don't have
to put up with this,

-do I, Monroe?
-Carol says

you only get the parts because
you let all the producers

see you naked.

(gasps)

(crying)

Jesus, John,

run your set.

Sally, Sally, you can't...

(screams)

Sally, stop it.
Stop!

No, don't!
Don't push me!

(squeals)

Do you want to be a star, Sally?

Big, like... Margo Taft?

Yes.

Then knock this shit off,

or I'll fix it so you never work
in this town again.

I can do that.

And stop

with the fucking
Benzedrine inhaler.

She's seven, for Christ's sake.

Think we'll get there?

I don't know.

How many pictures do you
suppose he has in production?

How many dreams does he have
to crush in an average day?

He'll see you now, Mr. Thalberg.

Will I be seeing you here again

or will we have
to run into each other

at the Brown Derby
like everyone else?

(chuckles)
My last appointment.

It's just a murmur. You?

Take care, Irving.

You too, Monroe.

This is Stage 3,
where Minna Davis,

Brady-American's
greatest star ever,

made so many of her films.
Now, come along.

Wait till you see what
we have for you at Stage 4.

SALLY:
* Good-bye, little tree*

* Good-bye, little stone *

* Good-bye to my ma*

* My pa*

* And my home*

* Good-bye, little town *

* And the Iowan sky *

* Don't know if I'll make it *

* But I have to try *

(shoes tapping)

* There is a dream out there *

* Just like a storybook page *

* Just a shy little girl *

* On a glamorous stage *

* The girl is me,
the dream is mine *

* I may be scared *

* But I'll be fine *

* And so a wave, a hug *

* And then, I'll see you soon *

* Just don't know when *

* Good-bye *

* Good-bye *

* Good-bye... *

Parker, Parker...

Here he is. Room 204.
It's right down the hall.

Would you like me to walk you?

Yes, please.

* *

(shoes tapping)

You know how
compound interest works?

Yeah.
3.5% is fine.

I just want to get my kin
out of the park, mister.

* On a glamorous stage *

* The girl is me,
the dream is mine *

* I may be scared *

* But I'll be fine *

* And so a wave, a hug *

* And then, I'll see you soon *

* Just don't know when... *

I hope you're not
disappointed, Pat.

(chuckles)

You got me in your movie.

But you didn't get me in your...

Got what I needed, Margo.

-Mm-hmm.
-(laughs)

* *

* Good-bye *

* Good-bye... *

* Good-bye. *

(laughs)

-Margo Taft.
-(chuckles)

I've been trying to take her
away from Cohn for years.

Well, Pat, okay, well played.

Go make the movie.
I mean, a surefire hit now.

I'll sign off on it.

Thanks, Louis,
but there's no need.

This one, you can't have.

What... what are you
talking about?

Decided to pay for it
myself, off the books.

How you planning to manage that?

You take a second mortgage out
on your house?

Not that it's any
of your concern,

but I sold off some horses
I'd bought an interest in.

Oh.

You dumb bastard. Why?

Why?

Ah...

Because I'm a movie man.

And you are not
my Lord and Savior.

You're just a bank.