Prove it. You hear me? Go on, I'm ready. Prove one fuckin' thing

Chuck:

You're not invited, Simo. Louis Simo:
Were you? Chuck:
We're working. Louis Simo:
Why don't you lay off? Mister Harris! Rick Harris:
Hello, Louis. Louis Simo:
You come up from Palos Verdes just to see me? Rick Harris:
I came here to celebrate my friends' anniversary. You've met Mister Mannix. Louis Simo:
No. But we've got people in common. Ain't that right, Eddie? Eddie Mannix:
I've got nothin' in common with you. Louis Simo:
Bernice, the first missus. You like that car crash gimmick, huh? Eddie Mannix:
Rick... Louis Simo:
Riva Watson. She get all clingy? How'd it feel, pounding her face in? Happy times, huh, Ed? Eddie Mannix:
Richard, please. Louis Simo:
George Reeves... Rick Harris:
That's enough, Louis. Louis Simo:
Am I being indiscreet? Bad for business, huh? Rick Harris:
Louis, your problems are your own. Louis Simo:
Ricky, you cover for this prick? Rick Harris:
Whatever you're pursuing here, whatever fantasy... you've constructed will not alter your past. Louis Simo:
You had a bullet put in Reeves' head! He used the studio and the cops - [Chuck punches him in the stomach] Louis Simo:
You're gonna burn in hell, you sonofabitch! Eddie Mannix:
Come here. You don't know me. You don't know what I think. What I do. I don't let you. Louis Simo:
You're an old man, Eddie. Who's gonna wipe the blood off your hands? Eddie Mannix:
My hands? I'm in the picture business. Louis Simo:
No, you're a murderer. Eddie Mannix:
Prove it. You hear me? Go on, I'm ready. Prove one fuckin' thing