Leaving Las Vegas

- Of course.
- How are you?

- Sheila.
- Ladies.

- Hi, Ben.
- Nice to meet you.

I'm a big fan of your writing.
I thought Bay of Pigs was great.

Actually, I didn't write it,
I just got the credit. I was fired.

Didn't I talk to you a couple
of years ago when you both worked...

- at MGM with Laddie?
- That's right, by God.

So are you still at ICM?
- I'm at TriStar.
- You're at TriStar.

- You'll have to say hello to Mike.
- I will.

He's not there anymore,
but I'll hunt him down.

- Can I talk to you, please?
- Sure.

- Please?
- Be right back.

Hold the fort, kiddo.
I have my own office this way.

- What is the matter with him?
- He's sick.

I can't help you anymore.
Do you understand?

This is the last time. I promise.
I just need some cash tonight.

- How are you?
- I lost my credit cards.

The money will be on your desk
first thing in the morning.

How's the new one coming along?
I hear you got Dickie Gere.

- That is great, man.
- I got everybody in the movie.

Look, you're sick.
This is all I have in cash.
Please, don't drink it in here.
- Man.
- That's fine, Peter.

I'll messenger it over to you
in the morning.

I don't want it.
I think it would be the best thing
if you don't contact me again.

- What's your name?
- Terri.

- Terri, I am going to buy you a drink.
- I'm okay. Thanks.

Bud, please. Buy the lady a drink
and another one for you.

I'm Benjamin. Ben.
Benny Goodman, that's me.
I think you're sexy. That's right.