Yes, sir, Mr. Blackman.
This is Ben Coogan. Yes, sir.

Listen, Ben. I need straight information.
We're getting all kinds of stories here.

Right now, he's heavily sedated, sir.
Dr. Irving Finegarten.
If he doesn't remember me,
mention his first clap.

- God, I'm going to kill you one day.
- I didn't give it to him. I cured him.

I'm afraid so, sir.
All right. Keep in touch.
A Hollywood gossip columnist
was seriously injured today...

... while visiting the Malibu home
of film producer Felix Farmer.

According to reporters, Mr. Farmer
fell from his second-story bedroom...

... and landed on Miss Reed who
was then rushed to the Malibu Hospital.

She's reported to be
in satisfactory condition.

Satisfactory, shit.
Farmer was involved in a bizarre accident.
... crashed through his garage
and sank into the Malibu surf.

How do you feel?
How do I feel?
Jesus, in the 14 years we've been married
you've asked some stupid questions...

...but, "How do I feel?"
really takes the friggin' cake.

- It was just in a hospital-type question.
- Then you're a hospital-type moron.

How do I feel?
Look at me. I feel marvelous.

I thought, maybe after dinner
we'd go dancing.

Where is that friggin' nurse?
I dropped by the farmers' market
and got you some fudge.

I'm surprised it wasn't a trampoline.
I'm in a lot of pain and I want another shot.
I'm sorry, Miss Reed, but I can't
give you another shot until 9:00.

That's two hours!
- I'm sorry, but the doctor...
- I'm in agony and you're sorry.

- Honey...
- Shut up, Willard. You listen to me.

Phone the doctor now
and tell him I need something...

...for my pain, right now,
because I'm in agony.

You better call him.
- Who are you?
- That is the Marquis de Sade.

He has nothing to say about it.
You damn well better listen
to what I'm telling you.