- Harry Sandler, this is Dick Benson.
- Gentlemen.

I want to recut Night Wind,
but Felix has an ironclad contract.

That's never stopped you before.
All right, no smart-ass stuff, Culley.
J.G. called six times last night.

If we don't do something quick,
all hell's going to break loose.

It's 10:00 in the morning.
Where could he be having lunch?

I don't think you grasp
the seriousness of this situation.

- All right, hang up.
- He's not home, he's having lunch.

I want you to get Felix to agree
to recut the film.

Tell him you've got some good ideas.
Put out a story
that we're recalling all the prints...

...and Culley is going to make
some drastic changes to the picture.

- I've got to call in to J.G. at 6:00.
- Give him my regards.

Unless you have something that can't wait
till the 3:00 meeting, thank you.

- Hello.
- Did I wake you up?

Hi, darling.
No, you didn't wake me up.
Ready when you are.
It's a wonder.
You really wore me out last night.

You were fantastic.
You were pretty fantastic yourself.
Listen, I like your suggestion.
Sam Marshall and you
make good chemistry.

And he's right for the part.
- What did you say?
- Nothing.

That's great.
- Then we got a date?
- So, I'll see you tonight?

- I miss you.
- Yeah.

- 'Bye.
- 'Bye, darling.

You son of a bitch.
Well, he liked my suggestion.
He thinks you'll be great for the part.