:09:01
So then I called a pal of mine,
Artie Green...
:09:04
an awful nice guy,
an assistant director.
:09:07
He could let me have 20.
:09:09
But 20 wouldn't do.
:09:12
Then I talked to
a couple of yes-men at Metro.
:09:15
To me they said no.
:09:17
Finally I located that agent
of mine. The big faker.
:09:22
Was he out digging up a job
for poor Joe Gillis?
:09:25
No. He was hard at work in Bel-Air,
making with the golf sticks.
:09:34
So you need $300.
Of course I could give you $300.
:09:37
- Only I'm not going to.
- No?
:09:40
Get this. I'm not just your agent.
It's not the ten percent.
:09:44
- I'm your friend.
- You are?
:09:46
Don't you know the finest things
were written on an empty stomach?
:09:50
Once a talent gets in that Mocambo-
Romanoff rut, you're through.
:09:54
Forget Romanoff's.
It's the car I'm talkin' about!
:09:56
If I lose my car, it's like
having my legs cut off.
:09:58
Greatest thing
that could happen to you.
:10:00
Now you'll have to sit behind the
typewriter. You'll have to write.
:10:03
What do you think I've been doin'?
I need $300.
:10:07
Sweetheart, maybe what you need
is another agent.
:10:23
As I drove back towards town,
I took inventory of my prospects.
:10:27
They now added up to exactly zero.
:10:30
Apparently I just didn't have
what it takes...
:10:33
and the time had come to wrap up the
whole Hollywood deal and go home.
:10:37
Maybe if I hocked all my junk I'd
have enough for a bus back to Ohio.
:10:42
Back to that $35-a-weekjob writing
copy at the Dayton Evening Post...
:10:47
if it was still open.
:10:49
Back to the smirking delight
of the whole office.
:10:52
All right, wise guys. Why don't you
go and take a crack at Hollywood?
:10:56
Maybe you think
that you could make--