Entourage (2004–2011): Season 4, Episode 1 - Welcome to the Jungle - full transcript

Camera!

"Medellin," scene 25, take 14.

Mark!

"Medellin" is the story
of Pablo Escobar,

one of the greatest outlaws
the world had ever known.

And what attracted you
to this project?

What attracted me to this project?

Everything.

It was the script for me. You know,
the first time I read it,

I couldn't put it down.
I knew it was a movie,

an exciting movie.



What attracted me to this project?

Well, that's easy.

It was the blood.

On September the 3rd, 2006,

a completely independently
financed movie crew

set out into the hills of Colombia

to make a movie about one of the
most feared drug lords in history.

A young director,
first-time producer,

and an up-and-coming movie star
all had one goal...

To make something special.

People, people!

I was invited along
to document the ride.

Gather around! Gather around!

Everyone take a moment.
Breath in the air.



Focus on your surroundings.
This is now your home.

Everything you left behind
is behind you.

Whether it be your wife,
your children,

or your fucking cocker spaniel
named Lucy, none of them matters.

The only thing that matters
is what you can see.

Thank you. Excuse me.

I knew going into this that
Billy was gonna be a handful.

It was my job to handle him and
bring the movie in on budget.

But you have no experience.

No, none, actually.

In fact, four years ago, I was
running a pizza place in New York.

And now they put you in charge
of a $30-million budget?

Only in Hollywood, right?

So how do you know what to do?

I mean, you don't.
You learn on the job. You have to.

And he has this book to help.

He reads it every night.
He keeps it under his pillow.

I have read it about 60 times.

Okay, next scene up, scene 167...

The storming of
Pablo's private prison.

Okay, how many extras will we have?

400, just like the script asked for.

It ain't enough.

It ain't enough?
It's what the script says.

It ain't enough.
It needs to be overwhelming.

We need to fill the whole frame.

I'd say another 1,000 will do it.

This is the real Colombian Army
we're getting here, Billy.

We're getting them cheap.

Can't just throw another 1,000
in there even at that price.

Turn your motherfucking
cell phones off.

Sorry, it's my bad.
There hasn't been any service.

That is the last fucking cell phone

that I wanna hear in the next 45 days
that we spend together.

I'm telling you all right now

that if another cell phone rings

while professional artists
are trying to work,

the person responsible
for that distraction

will be dragged into town
and sold as a drug mule.

Does everyone understand
what I'm saying?

It was my bad, okay?

But there really hasn't been
any cell phone service.

I think the guy overreacted.

I mean, it's just a production meeting.
Not like I blew a shot.

And it's Sunday.
I got to get my football picks in.

I always try to steer my clients away

from working with inexperienced
directors and producers,

because why take a chance?

Vinnie really wanted to do this movie
and there was no stopping him.

But then, when he wanted
to put up his own money,

I thought that was crazy,

because, look,
most movies lose money.

It's my job as a talent representative

to make sure that even
if a movie loses all of its money,

my client still sees all of his.

I've never heard you
mention this problem before.

Makes no difference whether you
heard it before. I'm telling you now.

Make sure a crane can pull
right through there. Got it?

- Have you heard it?
- I haven't heard it.

- You don't disagree?
- No, I don't. Do you?

I don't know, because I haven't heard
exactly what the problem is.

The problem, Suit, is that
we don't have an ending.

I'm sorry, let me correct that.
We have a shitty ending.

An ending that will take a genius film
that people are loving,

turn them on a dime against us,

and have them walking
out of the theater

shaking their fucking
heads in disgust.

We're supposed
to shoot in three days.

The guy suddenly
tells us out of nowhere

that he hates the ending?
So what do you do?

Shoot yourself in the head

with a large-caliber bullet.

- I say we shut down for a week.
- No!

We work on the ending...
It'll cost us a little money,

but if we start shooting and then we
have to shut down it'll be disastrous.

- We'll have something to shoot.
- Vince?

I'm ready to roll.
I don't want to slow down.

- So we're in agreement.
- It's up to E.

Don't worry, Suit.

I promise we'll have
something to shoot.

I will write it and it will be brilliant.
I promise, okay?

- Okay.
- All right!

- Yeah!
- Salud!

Salud.

You don't get on a set,
get ready to shoot,

and then ask for rewrites.

Studios do this crap all the time

and they wonder why they
end up with a shit movie.

Movie?
You know, I hate the word "movie. "

I don't make movies. I make films.

You think you're invincible.

Nobody's invincible.

Nothing is forever, Mr. Escobar.

I appreciate your position,
Señor de Quintas.

I know you have a job
and a family to provide for.

- Three boys, no?
- Are you threatening me?

Nobody is threatening nobody.

Well, actually, I'm not in the movie.

I'm just sitting in
on the table read as a favor

until they find the real actor.

You see, I'm not available.
I'm on a TV show...

"Five Towns. "

We had a very successful
first season.

And even though I'm on hiatus,

I can't be in the movie.
Contractually I'm not available.

Plus Billy didn't
really offer me anything.

The Cali Cartel is a figment
of your imagination, Pablo.

They are ghosts.

When's the next casting session?

Because if I have to listen
to anymore amateurs

I'm gonna slash my wrists.

Hey, you want me to try that
with an accent, Billy?

Hola, muchachos. Mucho gusto.

- What I would do to that.
- Be professional.

Okay.

Okay, let's read through this once.

I can read with.

We can leave the kiss out. Or not.

Why are they in here? Get them out.

You guys got to go.

Good luck.

Bueno suerte.

Sorry about that.

Okay, let's do this.

- I'm a little bit nervous.
No, don't be.

Todo bien.

- So, what do you think?
- She's fantastic.

- Yeah, E?
- I loved her,

but we're talking about
the village girl.

And?

- Well, it's just not how I saw her.
- No? How did you see her?

Kind of like Linda Hunt in "The Year
of Living Dangerously. "

- Really?
- What, you saw Salma Hayek?

I didn't see Salma Hayek
when that girl just read.

Have some fucking imagination, Suit.

Makeup, wardrobe.
She can be more plain as you say,

but her essence is something special.

- Agreed, Vince?
- Yeah, agreed. E?

Okay, makeup.

Any shot she'll have a nude
scene in the film, Bill?

Well, I didn't see it personally,

but the one thing I did believe

was that Billy
knew exactly what he wanted.

So it's my job to support him
as long as he got it all done.

And the ending,
has he got that done?

- Not yet.
So what do you do?

I support him for now.

Atencion! Atencion!

October the 27th. The first day
of production had arrived.

The sets were all up.

Why is that door red?

- I thought it popped.
- You thought it popped.

How am I going to see
blood splatter on a red door?

Fuckwad. Change it.

The actors were all cast.

Show some fucking fire!
Fuego! Pasion! Go!

Muy bien!

Muy bien. Muy bien, si!

Si, si, si, si!

As soon as I get this on, Vinnie,

we'll put that other eye in for you
and it'll be perfect.

The makeup tests
were all done.

- Hey, Billy!
- Holy shit.

That can't be Vincent Chase. Don't
hurt me, Don Pablo! Don't hurt me.

Beautiful job. Beautiful job.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

The nose needs to be more thick.

No, that's a very accurate
rendering, Billy, look.

He looks just like Pablo.

Thicken it
or I'll find someone who can.

And don't put too much on her.

She's perfect as is.

- Atencion!
They're ready to shoot.

I need quiet
on the set, please.

Of course I'm nervous.
I mean, it's only natural.

Who wouldn't be nervous?

- I don't really get nervous.
- Only pussies get nervous.

I'm freaking out a little bit.
It's all on the line on this one

and I have no control.
I don't like that.

Well, whenever
you're about to shoot

you get butterflies.

But if you've prepared
and taken care of your instrument,

what can go wrong?

Tony Danza taught me that
when I did a little guest spot.

We're about to roll
out of film.

- Huh?
We're gonna roll out of film.

Can I finish my story here?

Scene 16, take one.

Action!

Salgan!

Salg...

Hola, hermano.

Hola!

Vamos.

Goal!

Papi, Papi!

Papi, Papi.

Papi.

No! No!

Come on, will you ever doubt
the guy again?

No.

That shit looked unbelievable.

- Is this kid a movie star or what?
- Did you like it, Johnny?

If I don't get a little something
in this movie, I'm gonna kill myself.

I guess he likes.

There he is!

The auteur extraordinaire.
Awesome, Billy.

Bravo, Billy.
Bravo.

What's wrong?

- I hate it.
- You hate it?

- I hate it.
- Why? It looks great.

It looks like shit.
Like a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie.

Hey, I did a couple good
Hallmark Hall of Fame movies.

Over lit, man. Dripping in shit.

You jammed that D.P. Down my throat,

and this is what happens
when I get jammed.

- You picked the D.P.
- Off your list, Suit.

Your budget fucking list.

You go budget,
you get a budget-ass look.

- Billy, I swear it looks great.
- Vince, I love you,

but I swear it don't. It looks like shit.

I feel like crying, I hate it so much.
I hate it!

- Billy, here comes Sven. Chill out.
- I hate it, I hate it.

- Hey!
- Enough.

We loving life, huh?

I hate it! I hate it!
I fucking hate it!

- Whoa whoa whoa!
- Billy, Billy, Billy!

Your filters make it look
like someone came on the lens.

- Billy, get off of him.
- You big fucking Scandinavian pussy!

I thought it looked great,
but I'm not a cinematographer.

If Billy thought that it could
look better, I believed him.

I believed him too.
But still, we have a budget

and I wouldn't have let him
fire the guy. But I had no say.

See, after Billy
humiliated him he quit.

Oh, that's always a good sign, right?

When the director
starts offing people.

Yeah, big fucking deal.

I decided to shoot the thing myself,
save us some money.

You're fearful.

Like this is the most feared
man in Colombia, right?

But you know that he lusts after you.

But I'm only selling bananas.

- Why aren't we shooting?
- I just act, kid.

What the fuck is going on?

I think your director's got a crush.

Don't burst his bubble,
but she's been eyeing me for days.

Why aren't we shooting, Billy?

- The light's not right.
- When's it going to be right?

When the clouds move.

When's that going to be?

I'm a filmmaker, Suit,
not a fucking weather man.

I'll let you guys talk.

No, wait...

So what do you want to do?

What I've been doing...

Waiting.

We literally wait two days
for the guy to shoot.

And when he finally does,

suddenly he says,
"No one sees any more dailies. "

Nobody comes in here!

You know, I'm not going
to be judged on my work.

Not by fucking novices.

We may have snuck a peek.

Come on.

When Billy's right, he's right.

It looked sick.

Someone just in here?

So is Billy doubting himself?

Nah, Billy never doubts himself.

But something was wrong.

I only have a couple of scenes
in the movie... Film.

So I don't understand
why the director

wants to eat all his meals with me.

And cut!

Oh, that is beautiful.
That is beautiful. Print it!

And everyone else... Everyone else,

learn from it.

Oh, I am so pleased that
you're doing my film.

I see real star quality in you.

You're very Sophia Loren,
except not Italian.

You comprende?

Vince, guys, come join us.

- Okay.
- You mind?

Why would I mind?

Hi there. How you doing?

So, Billy, any word
on the new ending?

No.

When a director falls for an actor
on set, all bets are off.

When he doesn't get her,
bet you have a problem.

When someone else gets her,
bet the house.

I nailed one of my directors
on "Melrose Place. "

That was the year
they threw me off, actually.

You think that
might've been the reason?

I don't know.
I never really thought about that.

Why are you hovering
around down there, Suit?

We got to talk about
the ending, Billy.

- We do?
- Yeah, we do.

How would you and me
talking about the ending help?

Because time is running short, Billy.

I don't have anything yet, Suit,
but stuff is percolating.

I don't have time for
percolating, Billy.

I need pages to produce.
You promised.

Is something else wrong?

Does it look like something's wrong?

Everyone listen up, I have
something very important to say.

Sex kills.

It kills creativity, it kills artistry.

It kills a film set.

There will be no sex here...
Not on my film set.

I hope that I've made myself clear.

- The ending, Billy.
- Percolating, Suit.

Percolating.

I am not having sex with her.

- You sure?
- Pretty sure.

If I don't get a part in this movie

I can have sex with her,
technically,

without offending Billy, right?

Yeah, but you may offend
all the Colombians

who would be sickened
by the thought.

- Walsh is getting obsessed.
- You think?

Yeah, and I don't care,
but he's not writing.

What do you want me to do?

Don't fuck her, for one.

Seriously.
I can still fuck her, right?

Yeah. Drama, if you
can get her, go for it.

Oh, a challenge. I love it.

Cut!

What's the problem
this time, Billy?

It sucked.

15 takes? I don't get it.

- Suit.
- Yeah?

Would you please tell Mr. Chase

that I want some
fucking passion out of him?

- You don't want to tell him?
- I'd rather not.

He wants some passion out of you.

- He's not talking to me now?
- I guess not.

Hey. Let's walk.

- What's the problem?
- There's no problem.

Billy, I'm not fucking her.

Swear on it, Vince.
Swear on your mother's life.

I just told you I'm not.

- Then who is?
- I have no idea if anyone is.

Vinnie, man, she told me
she wanted to be friends.

Yeah?

Show me the girl
who wants to be friends,

I'll show you the guy
who's fucking her.

Well, it ain't me.
So can we go back to work?

Yeah, Vin, go back to work.

And will you write the ending?

Yes, I will.

He hasn't written shit.
And when we're not shooting

all he does is sit in the bar and sulk.

By Thursday, we will have shot
everything that's been written,

my greatest fear will be realized
and we're gonna have to shut down.

- So, you're starting to panic?
- I'm way past panic.

- Get me Stephen Gaghan.
- Stephen Gaghan?

Yeah, Suit. You heard of him?
He wrote "Traffic. "

- I know who he is.
- He's a good writer.

- It's a two-week job, tops.
- Why can't you write it?

Rumors already started
about D.P.'s being fired,

production delays, et cetera.

But now they want an Academy Award
winner to do the rewrites?

Ridiculous. I told him he'd never do it.

Yeah, I know Stephen...

From the Brentwood Country Mart.

Guy loves me. He'll do it.

Stephen Gaghan's going to cost us
over 200 grand a week.

- So?
- So we can't afford it.

What we can't afford
is not to have an ending.

Figure it out, Suit.

I'm telling you right now

this guy's going to call me Suit
one too many times,

I'm going to knock
his fucking teeth out of his mouth.

I called Ari personally and asked him

if he'd call our financier and try
and get us a little more money.

I told Vince, "Ha ha ha. "

Our financier already had enough
problems, you know what I'm saying?

Well, what happened was

I was on my way to
the airport in Los Angeles

when I was pulled over

and the officer found some cocaine.

Well, it was a lot of cocaine...

actually.

You're probably asking yourself

why on earth was I bringing
cocaine to Colombia.

Well, truthfully, I wasn't.

As it turns out it was an old bag

that had been lying
in my trunk for years.

I had just completely
forgotten about it.

So, yeah.

In either case, the judge
didn't really buy that.

Meanwhile, my passport has been
taken away while I await trial.

- My bank accounts were frozen.
- Fuck you, man.

And there's no more money just now.

So I can only pray
that the 30 mil I sunk into this thing

isn't going down some
Colombian drain. Right?

'Cause there's, you know,
no suicide watch here.

You know what I mean?

Vince, we can't afford Gaghan.

We've got to get a list
of cheaper writers.

He'll have to go for it.

Don't use the word cheap.

I'm heading to makeup,
see you on set. Hey, be firm.

Have I not been? Have I not been firm?

What's going on?

He's interrogating the crew to
find out who's been with his girl.

- Fuck you.
- No, fuck you.

I'm going to ask you
one time, chochito.

And if I find out you're lying to me,
I'm not going to be happy.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I do, Billy, I do.

And I'm not lying. I swear.

I never touched her. Never.

Next.

- Billy.
- What's up, Suit?

- We need to talk, now.
- No, I'm busy.

Get your ass up and walk with me
right now, or as God as my witness,

I will send you packing today and
I will finish this movie without you.

Who's going to direct, Turtle?

I directed a couple shorts.

Yo, I don't know what you're
making such a big deal about.

You don't know what
I'm making such a big deal about?

You convince us all
we need a new ending,

and while I'm trying
to make that happen,

you're out interrogating
the crew about this girl?

I need to know who's fucking her.

- We need an ending.
- And I need Gaghan.

You can't have him, but I've got a list
of other writers you can look over.

What, some cheap
piece-of-shit hacks?

Billy.

Suit, I know in my heart
that Gaghan is the one guy

who can get us
to where we need to be.

You're supposed to be the guy
that gets us where we need to be.

We have no more money and no way
of getting any more. That's it.

- I'll get rid of the extra army guys.
- That's not enough.

And lose the Bogata
Central Library massacre.

- You love that scene.
- I'm compromising, Suit.

Since when? You're letting
this girl mess up your mind.

- It's not about the girl.
- Then what's your fucking problem?

Living in this jungle
for the past five months.

- What, we haven't?
- You're just moving numbers around.

I'm dealing with sets and extras

and fucking explosions...
Big explosions, man.

My last movie had 12 people in it.
12 total.

Billy, it's going great.
You're killing it.

No, it's killing me, Suit.
I'm melting down.

It's this humidity.
I can't think in this humidity.

- And I need to think.
- You got to finish.

- I can't.
- Yes, Billy, you can, all right?

And we can't without you,
so snap out of it.

I'm here.
I'll do whatever you need me to do.

You really care, huh, Suit?

Yeah, I do.

You know, you've never given me
a compliment before.

I never knew you needed one.

I do.

And I need help with the ending.

Please.

It was a nice moment.
I mean, who would have thought

Billy Walsh would be so insecure?
So I took care of it.

I personally think
it was about the girl.

But either way,
E got him to step out of it.

Well, I was the guy with her.

I only got a hand job.

But don't tell Billy.

I'm still hoping to get
into the last scene.

Drama? No shot.

No shot, but please
bust out a polygraph machine.

So we're all set?

Oh, that's great. That's great,
thank you very much.

Everyone, Billy,

we got Stephen Gaghan
to rewrite our ending.

- Stephen fucking Gaghan.
- Yes!

They got Steve fucking Gaghan?

Stephen Gaghan? Awesome.

Gaghan...

Damn, I'd love to hear
his words coming out of my mouth.

So we FedExed Stephen
a check and a plane ticket.

I was excited.
The guys seemed really passionate.

I couldn't stop thinking about
what I was gonna tell Stephen

about what I was thinking.
All night I couldn't sleep.

I started writing some ideas down.

And I wrote and wrote and wrote.

I was into it, you know?

On the plane, my ideas were flowing.

Let's just say

you never know if you're going to
match up with a director.

I woke up this morning
sitting at my typewriter.

I had written all night.

He rewrote the whole fucking script.

Billy! Billy!

- Billy, I love it.
- Yeah?

It's perfect.

Hey boys, I'm excited to get into this.

Did we pay this guy yet?

Vincent Chase, Stephen Gaghan.

- Billy Walsh, our director.
- Steve.

$275,000 down the drain.

But I have to admit, the script is good.

- No, it's great.
- It is great.

And Stephen Gaghan
was kind enough to read it and agree

before he headed back home.

- Thank you so much.
- Hey, no problem.

I've had people read
my work and not like it,

but I've never had anybody pay me
not to work.

It was nice, actually.

All right, this is
our last shot,

and probably the most complicated
of the whole shoot.

And I'm not in it, which is nice.

Which is why we're both
a little toasty right now.

- What?
- You're gonna have to edit that out.

So, Eric, what's this scene?

Okay, the army
storms Pablo's hideout.

Explosions go off
in the south, east and west.

We have nine cameras
pointed at everything Billy wants.

We've been prepping this for
three months. It has to work.

- We can't do it twice.
- Okay, are you ready for this?

Are we fucking ready?!

Nobody sounds fucking ready.

Hey, get that fucking camera off me.
I'll throw it in the water.

He's nervous.

- Looks like he has it under control.
- Billy!

You freaking?

A little bit.

- It's all good, Billy.
- Everything is prepared.

If we get this shot, guys,
we got the whole movie in the can.

Let's do it.
Let's do it.

Let's do it! Let's do it!

Roll cameras!

Set! We're ready.

Action!

Cut!

The start was off, Suit.
I'm gonna need another one.

I'm fucking with you. It was perfect!

Yeah, baby!

- Guys, we did it.
- Yes, we did.

Who would have thought

a couple kids from Queens
could have pulled this off?

But we did,
and it's going to be fucking amazing.

I've never felt so good about a movie
after it was done than this one.

I know it.

Billy, you think
you made a good film?

I'll tell you this:

It's either going to be genius
or it's going to fucking suck.

Until I see the first cut, I have no idea.

But you know what?
Neither does anybody else.