Sunset Blvd.
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:03:02
So I sat there, grinding out
original stories, two a week.

:03:07
Only I seemed to have lost my touch.
:03:10
Maybe they weren't original enough.
:03:13
Maybe they were too original.
:03:16
All I know is,
they didn't sell.

:03:21
Yeah?
:03:32
- Joseph C. Gillis?
- That's right.

:03:35
We've come for the car.
:03:38
What car?
:03:39
1946 Plymouth convertible,
California license 40-R-116.

:03:44
Where are the keys?
:03:46
Why should I give you the keys?
:03:48
Because the company's
played ball long enough...

:03:50
because you're three payments behind,
and because we got a court order.

:03:54
Now, come on. The keys.
:03:55
Or do you want us to jack it up
and haul it away?

:03:58
Relax, fans.
The car isn't here.

:04:00
Oh, is that so?
:04:02
I loaned it to a friend.
He took it down to Palm Springs.

:04:05
Had to get away for his health,
I suppose.

:04:07
If you don't believe me,
look in the garage.

:04:10
Sure, sure, we believe you.
Only now we want you to believe us!

:04:13
That car better be here tomorrow
or there's gonna be fireworks.

:04:18
- You say the cutest things.
- Ha.

:04:32
Well, I needed about $290...
:04:35
and I needed it real quick,
or I'd lose my car.

:04:38
It wasn't in Palm Springs,
and it wasn't in the garage.

:04:43
I was way ahead
of the finance company.

:04:45
I knew they'd be coming around,
and I wasn't taking any chances.

:04:49
So I kept it across the street in a
lot behind Rudy's Shoeshine Parlor.

:04:55
Rudy never asked any questions
about your finances.

:04:58
He'd just look at your heels
and know the score.


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