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Nobody's a nobody. Why're you crying? What's wrong? | Did I say anything was wrong? I just sponged up a little too much Vat 69, okay? I'm down to my last nickel in this lousy town, I can't get my luggage outta hock 'cause I met this jerk who said he was a record producer when all he had was a record. He offered to set me up for life, and like a fool, well, I... |
Did I say anything was wrong? I just sponged up a little too much Vat 69, okay? I'm down to my last nickel in this lousy town, I can't get my luggage outta hock 'cause I met this jerk who said he was a record producer when all he had was a record. He offered to set me up for life, and like a fool, well, I... | He offered you money? |
He offered you money? | Do I look like that kinda girl? I lost my room this morning. I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight, but I keep going. What the hell else can I do? I've still got my figure, and like this bozo said, as long as there's a sidewalk, I'll always have a job. |
Looks like you're the one might go to pieces. | Where's my damn ammo? Nothing is ever where it's supposed to be around here! |
Where's my damn ammo? Nothing is ever where it's supposed to be around here! | How did she die? I wanna know. |
How did she die? I wanna know. | You don't wanna know. |
You don't wanna know. | Yes, I do. Gimme a chance. I'm stronger than you think. |
Yes, I do. Gimme a chance. I'm stronger than you think. | She was murdered by Hanoi Shan on our wedding night. |
She was murdered by Hanoi Shan on our wedding night. | Hanoi Shan--? The guy in your comic books. Boss of the World Crime League? Supreme Commander of the Legion of Death? The Pivot of Mystery himself? You're putting me on. He's a cartoon character. |
Hanoi Shan--? The guy in your comic books. Boss of the World Crime League? Supreme Commander of the Legion of Death? The Pivot of Mystery himself? You're putting me on. He's a cartoon character. | I wish he was. He's real enough. |
Buckaroo, come in...over. How does this damn thing work? Can anybody figure this lighter out? | No, sir. I think the flint... |
No, sir. I think the flint... | What's happening with my call to SAC? |
What's happening with my call to SAC? | Still no confirmation either from SAC or Strategic Space Command. They report all surveillance satellite communication jammed. |
Still no confirmation either from SAC or Strategic Space Command. They report all surveillance satellite communication jammed. | Jammed--? By who? Whom by? |
Jammed--? By who? Whom by? | Possible atmospheric condition, sir...solar. It's unusual, but no cause for alarm. Intelligence reports the Soviets are having the same problem. |
Possible atmospheric condition, sir...solar. It's unusual, but no cause for alarm. Intelligence reports the Soviets are having the same problem. | Should we be on Code Red? |
Let him go. | That son of a bitch... Don't get me wrong, he's a fine writer. |
...Oh Barton, I feel so... sorry for him! | What?! He's a son of a bitch! |
What?! He's a son of a bitch! | No, sometimes he just... well, he thinks about Estelle. His wife still lives in Fayettesville. She's... disturbed. |
No, sometimes he just... well, he thinks about Estelle. His wife still lives in Fayettesville. She's... disturbed. | Really?... |
Yes, I'm afraid I have. | What are they like? What are they about? |
What are they like? What are they about? | Well, usually, they're... simply morality tales. There's a good wrestler, and a bad wrestler whom he confronts at the end. In between, the good wrestler has a love interest or a child he has to protect. Bill would usually make the good wrestler a backwoods type, or a convict. And sometimes, instead of a waif, he'd hav... |
So now I'm s'posed to roll over like an ol' bitch dog gettin' ger belly scratched. | Bill |
...No, I've always found that writing comes from a great inner pain. Maybe it's a pain that comes from a realization that one must do something for one's fellow man to help somehow to ease his suffering. Maybe it's a personal pain. At any rate, I don't believe good work is possible without it. | Mmm. Wal, me, I just enjoy maikn' things up. Yessir. Escape... It's when I can't write, can't escape m'self, that I want to tear m'head off and run screamin' down the street with m'balls in a fruitpickers pail. Mm... |
Wuddya got for me what the hell happened to your face? | Nothing. It's just a mosquito bite. |
Nothing. It's just a mosquito bite. | Like hell it is; there are no mosquitos in Los Angeles. Mosquitos breed in swamps this is a desert town. Wuddya got for me? |
Like hell it is; there are no mosquitos in Los Angeles. Mosquitos breed in swamps this is a desert town. Wuddya got for me? | Well I... |
Well I... | On the Beery picture! Where are we? Wuddya got? |
On the Beery picture! Where are we? Wuddya got? | Well, to tell you the truth, I'm having some trouble getting started |
Well, to tell you the truth, I'm having some trouble getting started | Getting STARTED! Christ Jesus! Started?! You mean you don't have ANYthing?! |
Getting STARTED! Christ Jesus! Started?! You mean you don't have ANYthing?! | Well not much. |
Yeah, just a nip. I feel like hell, all the carryings-on next door. | That's okay, I assure you. It's just that I was trying to work |
That's okay, I assure you. It's just that I was trying to work | What kind of work do you do, Barton, if you don't mind my asking? |
What kind of work do you do, Barton, if you don't mind my asking? | Well, I'm a writer, actually. |
Well, I'm a writer, actually. | You don't say. That's a tough racket. My hat's off to anyone who can make a go of it. Damned interesting work, I'd imagine. |
You don't say. That's a tough racket. My hat's off to anyone who can make a go of it. Damned interesting work, I'd imagine. | Can be. Not easy, but |
Can be. Not easy, but | Damned difficult, I'd imagine. |
That's okay, Charlie. I'm a playwright. My shows've only played New York. Last one got a hell of a write-up in the Herald. I guess that's why they wanted me here. | Hell, why not? Everyone wants quality. What kind of venue, that is to say, thematically, uh... |
Hell, why not? Everyone wants quality. What kind of venue, that is to say, thematically, uh... | What do I write about? |
...I don't guess this means much to you. | Hell, I could tell you some stories |
Hell, I could tell you some stories | And that's the point, that we all have stories. The hopes and dreams of the common man are as noble as those of any king. It's the stuff of life why shouldn't it be the stuff of theater? Goddamnit, why should that be a hard pill to swallow? Don't call it new theater, Charlie; call it real theater. Call it our theate... |
And that's the point, that we all have stories. The hopes and dreams of the common man are as noble as those of any king. It's the stuff of life why shouldn't it be the stuff of theater? Goddamnit, why should that be a hard pill to swallow? Don't call it new theater, Charlie; call it real theater. Call it our theate... | I can see you feel pretty strongly about it. |
I can see you feel pretty strongly about it. | Well, I don't mean to get up on my high horse, but why shouldn't we look at ourselves up there? Who cares about the Fifth Earl of Bastrop and Lady Higginbottom and and and who killed Nigel Grinch-Gibbons? |
Well, I don't mean to get up on my high horse, but why shouldn't we look at ourselves up there? Who cares about the Fifth Earl of Bastrop and Lady Higginbottom and and and who killed Nigel Grinch-Gibbons? | I can feel my butt getting sore already. |
I can feel my butt getting sore already. | Exactly, Charlie! You understand what I'm saying a lot more than some of these literary types. Because you're a real man! |
Exactly, Charlie! You understand what I'm saying a lot more than some of these literary types. Because you're a real man! | And I could tell you some stories |
And I could tell you some stories | Sure you could! And yet many writers do everything in their power to insulate themselves from the common man from where they live, from where they trade, from where they fight and love and converse and and and... so naturally their work suffers, and regresses into empty formalism and well, I'm spouting off aga... |
Sure you could! And yet many writers do everything in their power to insulate themselves from the common man from where they live, from where they trade, from where they fight and love and converse and and and... so naturally their work suffers, and regresses into empty formalism and well, I'm spouting off aga... | Yeah, I guess that's tragedy right there. |
Yeah, I guess that's tragedy right there. | Frequently played, seldom remarked. |
...Probably sounds a little grand coming from someone who's writing a wrestling picture for Wallace Beery. | Beery! You got no beef there! He's good. Hell of an actor though, for my money, you can't beat Jack Oakie. A stitch, Oakie. Funny stuff, funny stuff. But don't get me wrong Beery, a wrestling picture, that could be a pip. Wrestled some myself back in school. I guess you know the basic moves. |
Beery! You got no beef there! He's good. Hell of an actor though, for my money, you can't beat Jack Oakie. A stitch, Oakie. Funny stuff, funny stuff. But don't get me wrong Beery, a wrestling picture, that could be a pip. Wrestled some myself back in school. I guess you know the basic moves. | Nope, never watched any. I'm not that interested in the act itself |
Nope, never watched any. I'm not that interested in the act itself | Okay, but hell, you should know what it is. I can show you in about thirty seconds. |
...Jesus, Barton, what the hell is this? What're we gonna do? | I've gotta call the police or you could call for me |
I've gotta call the police or you could call for me | Hold on |
Hold on | You gotta believe me |
You gotta believe me | Hold on |
Hold on | I didn't do this, I did NOT do this |
I didn't do this, I did NOT do this | Hold on. Stop. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened. |
Hold on. Stop. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened. | I don't know! I woke up, she was... God, you gotta believe me! |
...Where did we put him? | I'm at the Earle. |
I'm at the Earle. | Never heard of it. Let's move him to the Grand, or the Wilshire, or hell, he can stay at my place. |
Never heard of it. Let's move him to the Grand, or the Wilshire, or hell, he can stay at my place. | Thanks, but I wanted a place that was less... |
Thanks, but I wanted a place that was less... | Less Hollywood? Sure, say it, it's not a dirty word. Sat whatever the hell you want. The writer is king here at Capitol Pictures. You don't believe me, take a look at your paycheck at the end of every week that's what we think of the writer. ...so what kind of pictures does he like? |
To be honest, I don't go to the pictures much, Mr. Lipnik | That's okay, that's okay, that's okay that's just fine. You probably just walked in here thinking that was going to be a handicap, thinking we wanted people who knew something about the medium, maybe even thinking there was all kind of technical mumbo- jumbo to learn. You were dead wrong. We're only interested in one... |
That's okay, that's okay, that's okay that's just fine. You probably just walked in here thinking that was going to be a handicap, thinking we wanted people who knew something about the medium, maybe even thinking there was all kind of technical mumbo- jumbo to learn. You were dead wrong. We're only interested in one... | ...Yes, thank you. |
...Yes, thank you. | Lou. |
...Can I be honest, Mr. Lipnik? | CAN you? You damn well better be. Jesus, if I hadn't been honest in my business dealings well, of course, you can't always be honest, not with the sharks swimming around this town but if you're a writer, you don't think about those things if I'd been totally honest, I wouldn't be within a mile of this pool unl... |
Mr. Lipnik, I | I apologize, Barton. |
I apologize, Barton. | No no, Mr. Breeze has actually been a great help |
No no, Mr. Breeze has actually been a great help | You don't have to cover for him. It's noble of you, but these things happen in business. |
You don't have to cover for him. It's noble of you, but these things happen in business. | Mr. Lipnik, I really would feel much better if you could reconsider |
Mr. Lipnik, I really would feel much better if you could reconsider | Ah, forget it, kid. I want you to pull this out of your head. If that sonofabitch wouldn't apologize to you, goddammit, I will. I respect your artistry and your methods, and if you can't fill us in yet, well hell, we should be kissing your feet for your fine efforts. |
...I was commissioned yesterday in the Army Reserve. Henry Morgenthau arranged it. He's a dear friend. | Congratulations. |
Congratulations. | Actually it hasn't officially gone through yet. Had wardrobe whip this up. You gotta pull teeth to get anything done in this town. I can understand a little red tape in peacetime, but now it's all-out warfare against the Japs. Little yellow bastards. They'd love to see me sit this one out. |
Actually it hasn't officially gone through yet. Had wardrobe whip this up. You gotta pull teeth to get anything done in this town. I can understand a little red tape in peacetime, but now it's all-out warfare against the Japs. Little yellow bastards. They'd love to see me sit this one out. | Yes sir, they |
Yes sir, they | Anyway, I had Lou read your script for me. |
Sex?! He's a MAN! We WRESTLED! | You're a sick fuck, Fink. |
He teach you to do it? | You two have some sick sex thing? |
...Thanks Lou. Join us. Join us. Talking about the Wallace Beery picture. | Excellent picture. |
Excellent picture. | We got a treatment on it yet? |
We got a treatment on it yet? | No, not yet Jack. We just bought the story. Saturday Evening Post. |
No, not yet Jack. We just bought the story. Saturday Evening Post. | Okay, the hell with the story. Wallace Beery is a wrestler. I wanna know his hopes, his dreams. Naturally, he'll have to get mixed up with a bad element. And a romantic interest. You know the drill. Romantic interest, or else a young kid. An orphan. What do you think, Lou? Wally a little too old for a romantic interes... |
...Maybe we should do a treatment. | Ah, hell, let Bart take a crack at it. He'll get into the swing of things or I don't know writers. Let's make it a dame, Bart, keep it simple. We don't gotta tackle the world our first time out. The important thing is we all have that Barton Fink feeling, but since you're Barton Fink I'm assuming you have it in spades... |
Mr. Lipnik, I | This man creates for a living! He puts food on your table and on mine! THANK him for it! Thank him, you ungrateful sonofabitch! Thank him or YOU'RE fired! |
Get down on your knees, you sonofabitch! Get down on your knees and kiss this man's feet! | Mr. Lipnik, please |
I can get my butt kicked for this. You're not supposed to be in here. | It's not gonna take long, Sam. |
How is your -- personal life? | My sex life is fine. My sex life is pretty shitty actually since I stopped seeing you -- maybe I should think about my Electrolux again. |
Put your fucking hands up! Don't move. | I got a message on my machine to meet Gus here. Where is he? |
Even though you were fucking him. | You still get the pleasure. Didn't you ever fuck anybody else while you were married, Nick? |
Did you think it was so special? | I told her it was the fuck of the century. |
How about Roxy? Is she a fuck to the century, too? | Do you want her to join us sometime? |
I have to do some research tomorrow. | I'm very good at research. I'll help you. |
I'm very good at research. I'll help you. | No thanks. |
No thanks. | What are you researching? |
What are you researching? | I'm writing a book. |
I'm writing a book. | Really. What are you writing about. |
Really. What are you writing about. | A detective. He falls for the wrong girl. |
A detective. He falls for the wrong girl. | What happens to them? |
What happens to them? | They fuck like minks, raise rugrats, and live happily ever after. |
They fuck like minks, raise rugrats, and live happily ever after. | It won't sell. |
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