Entourage (2004–2011): Season 2, Episode 13 - Exodus - full transcript

The question you've gotta ask yourself, E,

- is are we family?
- Yeah, E, are we family?

What are we if we're not family?

Just four guys who are a little old
to still be living together.

Yeah, and one guy who's way too old.

Just share the wealth.

You made $200,000 off Aquaman.

With another $300,000 coming in.

- That is good money.
- Meanwhile, me and Turtle,

we're living beneath the poverty line.

In the old country everybody
gets a taste off a big score.



- I'm Irish, Turtle.
- Well, I'm not.

And this broke Guinea wants
to wet his beak a little.

A quarterback takes care of
his offensive line after a good season.

You know that, E.

Otherwise, they let him
get buried the next year.

I feel like I'm getting buried this year.

You better forget gold and
check out something in silver, Drama.

No, bro. Silver doesn't read on my skin.

What does that watch cost? $10,000?

You wish. This is gold, E.

Saigon is gonna love this beast.

- Saigon?
- Yeah.

I've got to get something for my client
to welcome him to my company.

You think I'm buying a watch
for your fucking client?



No, you're paying for a gift for me.

What I chose to do with it after that,
that's my business.

- Vince?
- Family, E.

Family.

All right, fuck it.

Miss, can you give these guys
whatever they want?

Spread it out over all of these.

So much for paying off my student loans.

- I'll be outside.
Told you he wasn't cheap.

Had you all wrong, E.

Yeah, E, you're good people.
- What?

I don't have to buy the watches?

No, I'm buying.
I just told them that you would have.

Phew. Thank God!

Thanks.

- Can I wear mine out, bro?
- Of course, Johnny.

- Me too?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

It's 7:35 A.M. In Senegal...

That's great, Drama.

...and 7:53 in Tikrit.

Minutes don't change, Drama. Only the hour.

- Yeah, like you've ever been to Tikrit.
- Holy shit!

- What?
- Look!

Is that Mandy?

You've got to be shitting me.

She's stepping out on baby bro!

Relax! Don't jump to any conclusions.

Maybe they ran into each other in there.

And they just happen
to be leaving together?

Yeah, that's what happens at Gucci,

buy a pair of shoes,
and they let you fuck your ex-fiancé.

Come on, Turtle, let's trail them!

Come on, come on!

What should I tell Vince?
- You're representation. Lie!

Let's go!

Where did they go?

Turtle had to meet with Saigon.

I thought today was gonna be a leisure day.

Thank you.

- They started without you.
- Ha ha, very funny.

Mr. McQuewick is in there.

What is this? April Fools?

Never been in better shape.

I think we have more A-list clients now

than we've ever had before.

Ah, Ari. Good of you to join us.

When did the rules change, though?

I'm not sure what rule you're referring to,

but I'm sure there have been
some slight adjustments

in the three years
since you last attended a staff meeting.

Well, nobody's ever been allowed
to enter a staff meeting late.

No one.

No exceptions.

Move along, Ari.

Back off a little. You're too close.

I'm two cars back.
What do you want?

Always keep two-fifths of a block
between you and your subject.

Oh, what, have you done this before, Drama?

Too many times, Turtle.

Too many times.

I'm thinking about taking a trip to Paris.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I've got a week before shooting starts.

It's six months of hell after that.

- Yeah.
- I could use a trip.

I'll tell the boys.

No, not with the boys. With Mandy.

What the fuck are you taking pictures of?

What do you mean? Them.

This way when Vince
goes into denial about it,

- it's proof.
- You don't think he'll believe us?

Nobody ever wants to believe
you're being two-timed, Turtle.

How many times you been cheated on?

Too many, Turtle.

Too many.

Mr. McQuewick's on the phone.
He'd like to speak with you.

To apologize? Send him down.

He wants you to come up.

- He won't come down?
- He asked me to send you up.

He asked you to send me up.

Did you tell him
that you don't send me anywhere?

Did you tell him that no one sends me
anywhere in this fucking agency?

Did you tell him
that I send myself where I want?

No. I just said okay.

You tell him to come down.

He'd like to speak with you.

You see that, Lloyd? No surrender.

Terrance, how are you?

Ari, get your ass up here!

You embarrassed me in front of my troops.

Rules are rules.

I apologize.

I appreciate that.

- Now, come up!
- You come down.

Conference room, neutral territory.

- 1:15.
- Done.

How about you and Sloan
come with us?

- To Paris?
- Yeah.

You guys are getting pretty serious, right?

I don't know. You know, maybe.

What if this is it for both of us?

I think it's a little early for that for both of us.

Yeah? Maybe, maybe not.

Anyway, it's never too early to go to Paris.

That's true.

- Yo!
We followed them all morning.

Great!

Don't worry. They didn't suspect a thing.

I'm dropping Vince off at Mandy's now, guys.

Good! She just arrived home.

- Where are you?
Look to your left.

- Was that our car?
- I've gotta go.

It's clear.

That was close.

Thanks.

Think about Paris.

What's up, baby?
- Hey.

- Where were you?
- I was just shopping with my mom.

Yeah?

- Hey, E!
- Hey!

- How's Sloan?
- She's great.

- Tell her I said hi, okay?
- Yeah, definitely.

Bye.

I mean, she lied right to his face.

Eric, Mandy dated Chris for three years.

That's a long history.

Maybe they were just talking,

and she didn't tell Vince because
she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

- You don't know the whole story.
- I know what I saw.

- What did you see?
- The way they were walking.

What do you mean
the way they were walking?

Just their body language.
Stop looking at me like that.

- I'm telling you.
- Telling me what?

You have some unique skill
I don't know about?

Maybe.

Hmm.

What does my body language say?

That we might not
be making it out to lunch today.

Eric, listen to me.

My best friend in high school, when I told her

that I thought that her boyfriend
was cheating on her,

she never spoke to me again.

Was he?

Mmm-hmm.

Didn't matter.

Still I've got to tell him, though.

- It sucks getting cheated on.
- Yeah, it does.

So, let's agree
we'll never do that to each other

if we ever get serious.

Oh, okay, if we ever get serious.

Did I totally just freak you out?

No, of course not.

I want to get serious. Come here.

Hold on a second.

It's Ari. This could be important.

Hello?

ARl: Let me ask you something.

- You still seeing Sloan?
- Yeah. Why?

She ever say anything to you about me?

About you? Why would
she say something about you?

I don't mean it like that. I mean, work-wise.

No.

E, you're my friend. You'd tell me if she did.

Ari, I'm at Sloan's.
Do you want me to ask her something?

You're with her now?
Why the fuck didn't you say so?

No, I don't want you to asking her anything.

I don't want you to say anything about this.
Forget this conversation.

Does she already know
we're having this conversation?

Ari, what's going on?
- Nothing. It's all good.

I'll call you back.

What's going on?

I think Ari and your father
are having problems.

All right, let's cut to the chase.

- All right.
- I miss this place.

I miss the excitement. I miss the action.

I'm coming back full-time.

Muhammad Ali came back
once too often too, Terrance.

Stop, Ari.

This is nothing for you to worry about.

Good. All right then, I want an extension.

Well, you have a year left on your deal.

When it expires, as always,

- you'll be taken care of.
- That's not good enough.

I want to know that
I'm being taken care of right now.

You know I have a policy
never to extend active contracts,

but I've always been fair with you.

You were being fair with me
when you said you were leaving.

You coming back now is not fair to me.

Not now!

Now I want something, Terrance.

All right. All right, Ari.

You know, I've never done this before.

This is what I'm prepared to offer you.

No e-mails, no faxes,
no phone calls, no nothing.

- Simply silence, Lloyd.
- Ari.

Silence, Lloyd. It's golden.

- Who's gonna lead this thing?
- I told you, I am.

You guys don't even need to be here.

- I'm his brother, E.
- Yeah, and I'm his best friend.

- Is that official?
- What?

I always thought that
me, you and Vince were best friends.

I didn't know that you two
were better friends than me and him.

Or that you and him
are better friends than me and you.

Whatever, Turtle.
You want to tell him, tell him.

No, the guy always kills the messenger,

never kills the best friend of the messenger.

- Yo!
- What's up, brother?

All right, what's the emergency?

You see, there's one head right there.

And there's another one right there.

- I don't see anything.
- Right there.

If you look straight down you can almost see

that there's two hands
that are almost holding.

This thing's really not designed
for long-range photography.

Anyway, who is it?

Come on, guys. Who the fuck is it?

It's Mandy and Chris.

We saw them together this morning.

This morning?
We were together this morning.

Before that. You were paying for the watches.

Which we didn't get a chance
to thank you for, by the way.

Thanks, Vince!

- Where you going?
Gonna call her.

Lloyd!

Mmm.

This envelope contains
the names of eight agents.

Anyone catches you, you eat it. Comprende?

Nod if you understand what I'm saying.

I understand.

You can't just fucking nod?

Lloyd...

I want you to

pledge your undying loyalty to me.

- Ari...
- Listen, Lloyd, do you want to make it

or do you want to fold shirts
at a Chinese laundry?

Now pledge.

- I pledge my undying loyalty to you.
- Okay.

Now, I want you to go to each of these agents,

discreetly say the words "tsetse fly. "

Say nothing else.

Now, go.

- Ari, are you leaving the agency?
- Shh!

Silence is fucking golden.

- It's all good.
- How so?

They were just talking.
She didn't want to hurt my feelings.

Come on, guys. I get it.

They were gonna get married next week.

Anyway, I'm gonna go the bathroom.

Are you gonna drive me
to her house afterwards?

Sure.

Denial, stage one.

We ought to go over
to Chris's house and whup his ass.

Yeah.

Guys, remember,
Vince took Mandy from Chris.

- He should whup Vince's ass.
- Who's side you on?

I'm just saying, what if it was nothing?

They rented movies at Blockbuster.

Maybe they were returning movies
they already had.

- Is that what you think, E?
- No.

- It's not what I think.
- Yeah, me neither.

- Come on, Turtle, let's go.
- Where?

Go get the proof we need. Come on.

- What are you gonna do?
- Don't you worry about it.

Where are they going?

Another Saigon meeting.

You know how hard it is
to get a rapper to sign a contract.

Those fuckers never say goodbye.

Tsetse fly.

Tsetse fly.

Hamburger Hamlet, right?

Tsetse fly, Davies.
That's all that you're supposed to say.

- Everything else stays the same.
- I'm sorry.

- I forgot what it means.
- Well, you just said it.

- The Hamlet?
- Yes.

Right, the Hamlet.
Nobody who works in this business

- would ever be caught dead there.
- You know what?

You better lock down
some really good clients.

Look, if you have something to say,

why don't you just say it?

Look, when you guys told me you thought

Kristen was cheating on me, it hurt,
but you were right.

Now you're comparing Mandy to Kristen?

No! I'm not even saying she's cheating.

Then what are you saying?

I'm just saying
it didn't look like it was over to me.

- What do you mean? They were kissing?
- No.

- Were they holding hands?
- No.

Then what made it look like it wasn't over?

- I don't know. Instinct.
- Whatever.

- You asked me what I was thinking.
- Now you told me,

and I don't want to hear about it again, okay?

Okay.

You think you got enough cash?

Live and learn.
You throw around enough dough,

you can find out anything you want.

What exactly are we trying to find out?

We already know they rented a movie.

Yeah, but what movie?

Texas Chainsaw Massacre
might say one thing.

Nine 1/2 Weeks would say
something very different.

There is no way I can tell you
what movie Mandy Moore rented.

I would get fired.

Are you joking?

There's more where that came from.

I value my job. I cannot be bought.

Psst!

- You're Vinnie Chase's brother, right?
- That's right.

Yeah, I saw you on Celebrity Justice.

You busted up that guy's car with a golf club.

That was on CJ?

- Yeah.
- Sweet!

You got anything to tell us?

Break out that money clip again
and I just might.

Just tell me what this is about, Ari.

I just want to have a private dinner

with you and Vince as soon as possible.

To discuss what? You're freaking me out!

There's no need to freak out, E.

It's all good. Believe me.

Just think of it as a State of the Union address
for all my A-listers.

Hold on. Yeah?

Code red, Ari! Code red!

- What are you talking about?
- He knows! He knows!

- Who knows what?
- Mr. McQuewick.

I think you're the first one to arrive.

Oh, fuck!

Lloyd, pack up all my files.

Pile everything you see into a box.
Everything!

You see a used condom,
an executioner's mask,

and a goddamn spiked paddle,

don't think, just pack that bitch! Chop suey!

Ernesto! Keep it up front

and keep it running!

- Ari, I'm sorry.
- Don't worry about it.

- Sorry, Ari.
- Don't sweat it, Peter.

- It's too bad, Ari.
- It's all right, man.

- Sorry, bro.
- It's okay. It ain't your fault.

You should be a nicer person.

Maybe then people wouldn't fuck you.

You talked, Davies?

- Hey, Adam.
- Yeah, Ari?

Just so you know, your girlfriend,

when she was in the mailroom,
she offered to blow me.

True story.

People, we have a traitor in our midst.

Let this be a lesson to all of you.

You're making a very big mistake, Terrance.

That's what Arthur Jensen said in 1973.

He was the first conspirator
that I ever dealt with.

Try finding him now, Ari.

He's selling auto insurance in Reseda.

Okay, people, most of you are sitting there

and you're looking
at this good-looking old man

and you're wondering, "Who the fuck is he?"

And you know what?
That's exactly what you should be doing.

You all know who's been running
this company for the past eight years.

And you all know that when I go,

in no time you will be repping nobodys
like Bill from The Apprentice.

No one needs to make a decision right now.

I will be starting my own agency.

Two very important goals will apply,

to make everyone who is in

at the ground floor rich, and to burn

this motherfucking place to the ground!

Lloyd, are you with me?

Lloyd, what are you doing?

You and me have a special bond.
Come on, let's go.

Ari, swear to me
that you will never again say anything

offensive to me
about my race or sexual orientation.

I can't swear to that,

but I promise I will always apologize after.

Phone numbers, messages,
anything you remember, write it down.

Get Shauna Roberts, have her start

drafting a press release
for tomorrow's Variety, all right?

Ernesto!

Where's my fucking car?

I'll get him.

You kidding me?

My phone's dead!

Company phone. I think they had it turned off.

Hello?

It's Lloyd looking for Mr. Gold's car.

Sorry, Lloyd, it's a company car.
Mr. McQuewick said I can't give it to him.

Can't give it to me?

Ernesto, how many fucking pesos

did I give you for Christmas?

Huh, Ernesto?
Every Christmas for the past decade?

Half of Mexico
is eating on my tips that I have given you.

Bring my motherfucking car now, por favor!

Sorry, Mr. Gold, I can't do it.

Oh, and Mr. Gold, I'm from Guatemala,

and our currency is the quetzal.

I'll get my car.

Fuck!

Fuck!

They rented Brian's Song, E.

I heard you. What do you want me to do?

- The ultimate guy-cry movie.
- Uh-huh.

He cries in front of her,
shows her he's sensitive.

Bang! He moves right in.

Yeah, his tears
will basically act as a lubricant.

We said our piece.
There's nothing more we can do.

How's that chicken?

Okay, so, you're mad at me?

No. I'm not mad at you.

I guess I should have told you.

- I'm sorry.
- Well, if there's something to tell...

No. Again, nothing happened.

Chris and I haven't been together

since we've been together.

He just...

You know, he begged to see me today.
That's all.

What did he say?

That he still loved me

and he wanted to make sure that me and you

weren't just trying to recapture first love,

but if I was sure, then he was happy for me.

Yeah.

Are you sure?

How can I be sure?
It's been, what, two weeks?

Well, I'm sure.

Really?

Huh.

Because

I'm sorry. I'm not, Vince.

I'm not sure.

I'm just... I'm really confused. I can't lie.

Because on one hand, I think about you

and the way that you make me feel

and how I felt five years ago.

And then on the other hand,

I think about him and...

I kind of miss him.

Why don't you just be honest with me

and tell me which hand
you're leaning towards?

His.

I'm sorry.

Wow.

I'd like to say a few words about a guy I know,

a friend of mine.

His name is Brian Piccolo.

He has a mental attitude

which makes me proud to have a friend

who spells out courage 24 hours a day,

every day of his life.

I can't get Ari on the phone.

- It says his cell's been disconnected.
- Shut up!

- Move.
- You guys have any idea where Vince

- might have his home number?
- No. Shut up!

- Move!
Call the agency.

There's got to be
a night answering service.

But I say to you, here and now,

Brian Piccolo is the man of courage...

Hi, can you put me through
to Ari Gold's voicemail?

Sorry, but I'm afraid
Mr. Gold no longer works here.

Okay, thank you.

I loved Brian Piccolo.

They said he no longer works there.

Hey, Vince.

Can I get you to turn off the TV?

Come on, Vince, it's the best part.

All right, just to get it over with,

so we don't have to talk about it again.

You guys were right.

It's not over between them.

And we're done.

- Sorry, buddy.
- Yeah, sorry, Vin.

We're all sorry, bro.

Yeah.

Are you mad at us for telling you?

No, I love you guys for telling me.

Anything we can do for you?

Nah.

Actually, tell Ari

I'm not gonna do the movie.

I couldn't work with her every day.

I'm gonna go to bed.

My life is over!

You will bounce back, Ari Gold.

I drove to work in an $80,000 Mercedes.

I'm driving home in a prop car
from The Fast and the Furious.

I just don't see it.

What the hell am I gonna say to my wife?

Ari...

I've worked 18 hours a day
to save up the money

to put myself through
Stanford Business School.

While I was there, I cleaned the cafeteria

during the hours I wasn't studying

and still graduated top of my class,

only to take a job delivering mail

to unappreciative overpaid little cocksuckers,

then to finally get the big promotion

that would allow me to answer your phones

and be both racially and sexually harassed

for the next nine months.

But I know the endgame,

and you, Ari Gold, you are it.

So stop your fucking whining,

and go into your gorgeous $3 million house

with your beautiful goddess wife

and figure out how you're going to make

both of our lives happen tomorrow!

That was a good speech, Lloyd.

If I was 25 and liked cock,
we could be something.

Oy.

We're gonna be okay, Lloyd.

Oh, my God.

This is fate.

Are you out of your fucking mind, Ari?

Get in the house, now!

Baby. Baby!

- You're drunk?
- Baby!

What happened to your hand?

Dance with me, baby. Nothing, nothing.

I haven't stopped thinking about you.
Baby, you're my everything. Baby, baby!

Lloyd, what the hell is wrong with him?

- Baby!
- He is in love is all.

Good night!

Come on. Baby, this is our song.

You are my life.

I'm not going into that house
until you dance with me.

The music's gone, Ari.

That's weird, but I can still feel it.

Come on.

- Ari?
- What? Come on, baby.

Feel it in the house, okay?

- Ari! Ow!
- My fucking hand, baby!

Oh! Ari...

Ari, the neighbors.