And the Oscar goes to . . .

Phone call for you, Bwana. Kappy.

Kappy, where the hell have you been? Why didn’t you stay in touch? I need fifteen thousand dollars, I need it now. I’m really desperate. Don’t move, I’ll be right over.

Thanks, Kappy. You don’t know how much.

That’s not the money, Frankie. That’s your agency release. I’m no longer your agent.

One of us is losing his mind. What are you trying to do to me?

Like the snake that sheds his skin, Frankie Fane, I’m getting rid of you.

What are you talking about, Kappy? I’m the hottest now I’ve ever been. Now I’ll start getting what I’m worth, the real big money. I’m gonna win that Oscar!

Perhaps you will. But do you want me to tell you why you won that nomination? Because you played the role of a man without morals, a man without ethics, or decency. You played the part of you, yourself, Frankie Fane. What you really are. That’s why you have your release, Frankie. I have no more time left for you. No more time to let you hurt me and degrade me and use me. Have you ever seen a moth smashed against a window? Leaves the dust of its wings. You’re like that, Frankie. You leave a powder of dirt everywhere you touch.

I’m no different from anybody else in this damn town.

Oh, oh, that’s not true, Frankie, that’s not true. Oh, if it becomes a matter of life or death, we have no other choice then we hurt others, but reluctantly. I suppose you were an unpleasant child, even more unpleasant young man. Now you’re a vicious, bitter adult. I don’t feel pity for you.

I don’t need your pity!

But you need my money.

Let me have fifteen thousand, Kappy.

Stinkin’ creep!

Hey, the sun is warm today.

Miserable flesh peddler!

I think I’ll take a nice rock steam bath.

Drop dead, damn you!