coffee's in the kitchen. let's go over this quick because i'm beat.
-think of it as 14 days of push-ups- are you sure about this sid? seems shaky. was this mickey's idea?
a charmer i knew in another life. george ainge.
he'll be thrilled to knock me around. plus he's holding something of mine, so we can kill two birds. he'll grab us tuesday in front of the pacific dining car. *
what about him? that angle can only help us.
hung like a newborn and he called my tits `propellers.'
better looking than the last guy howard hired. once you heal. wait a minute. you were there, the other night, the bethune party.  *
you're going to arrest me for breaking and entering?
everything's howard's.
that's why i left.
some of our extras haven't had a vegetable since truman.
we can't all be audrey hepburn. plus it pays bills.
not if there was just one day left on it.
i'm better than that.
this isn't the first time you've spied on me.
well you've got me all giftwrapped, enforcer-
-glenda. and tell howard i'll take my chances with the fake vampires.
impossible.
where would i start?
why l.a.? why is anybody here? want the rest of the world to know who they are.
no. i don't think so. i just love it. i grew up in seattle. my aunt, every week, she'd take me to the movies.
hughes told me he could get me in for this screen test two years ago. movie with gregory peck at universal. he thought he was humoring me. until i got it. they offered me the role. there in the room. so howard, who i'm sure never thought in a million years i'd land that part, makes some phone calls and just like that they don't want me anymore. nobody calls now. i can't get in to see any studio casting people. he's ruined me in those circles.
-bad enough to put on a silly cheerleading skirt and try to make the most god-awful dialogue sound decent.
or desperation. depends on the day.
i'll get there though. i'll get there.
he asked me to take his `niece and nephew' to their cousin in oxnard. these beautiful, funny little kids. i dropped them off. didn't ask any questions -- i believed dwight. a week later i saw their pictures in the post office. a week after that their little bodies came in on the tide near san pedro. i'll never shake the thought that maybe those poor kids thought i was part of it. that i knew what was going to happen to them. so i pray to god that he let them look in when i put that knife into dwight. but i'll never ask his forgiveness for doing it.  why do they call you `enforcer?'
`for profit -- mostly.'
me neither.
-dave?
sorry. you gave me this number.