Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Man of Letters - full transcript

MILES: Previously
on Get Shorty...

You want me to stay
out of your way, I'll do it.

But just know that
everything I'm doing,

all I'm going through right now
is so that you can tell people

what Emma's dad
does for a living.

Can you just give this
to Emma? It's in LA.

Acting lessons are a
bit limited around here.

KATIE: We'll
talk about it later.

We can move forward with the
movie and Amara's not involved.

She doesn't know
she's not involved.

Just don't mention it.



No. You want to
hide it from her?

(GRUNTING)

I tell you I love the script.

What did you do?
You push me out.

No. That's not
what Rick tell me.

RICK: Okay, well, is there
a time that he is reachable?

Get off the phone. Hold on.

Well, does he check his
messages? (CLATTERING)

Yeah, okay. Tell him I'll
call him back. Thank you.

The hell is this?

Whoa. Jesus. If I can't trust
you, you're a fuckin' liability.

(SCOFFS) I don't... All
right. Whatever this is about...

This is about me telling
you not to call Amara.

And I didn't.



Eventually, I did. Yeah, 'cause
I'm a producer. I gotta check in.

Oh, okay. Well, now you
can check in with the studio

and you can tell them thanks to you,
Amara's investment is now four million.

Four. MILES: Go on.

I... (SCOFFS)

Gravity Pictures didn't
offer a co-production.

And now they
don't have a choice.

I'm not gonna tell
you what to say

since you're the one with
experience in these matters.

And managing cash is
about all you're good for.

Did Amara hit you?
Oh, for fuck's sake.

She had somebody hit you?

Rick, in my world if you violate
the terms of a partnership,

you face the consequences.

(CELL PHONE
RINGING) If I were you,

I'd put it on a Post-it and
stick it on your fuckin' forehead.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, honey. How's it going?

We've made Amara
money. Don't forget that.

KATIE: I'll be okay if
we leave by noon, right?

260 miles, that's four hours.

I've done it in three.

(CHUCKLES) Going 90?

MILES: Are you sure that you
don't want to stay at my place?

Louis is fine with it.

We're at Charlene's guest house.

The showgirl? Married a lawyer
now. They live in Brentwood.

MILES: Which is?

Nice. MILES: Ah.

Listen. You're probably gonna
be hungry when you get in.

How about I take you
both out for a nice dinner?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Family dinner. Uh, sure.

Yeah, yeah, family dinner.

It's not a date.

I promise, we'll have
a horrible fucking time.

(CHUCKLES)

Which ones should I pack?

These look exactly the same.

MILES: How is she?
(CHUCKLES) Excited.

(INHALES) So are we allowed
to watch this class tomorrow?

EMMA: No parents!

MILES: I don't
believe we're invited.

(CHUCKLES) All
right, see you tonight.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hello. First time here?

Yeah, I gotta say, this is a
lot nicer than my old church.

(CHUCKLES) Well, thank
you so much for joining us.

I'm Brother Kimball.
Oh. Louis Darnell.

Good to meet you,
Louis. MATT: The writer?

No. Well, yeah. I
mean, I did write a, um...

The Admiral's Mistress.

Have we met?

Matt Solo, I'm at
William Morris Endeavor.

The tobacco company.

(CHUCKLING) You write comedy.

I represent great writers
and this guy's script.

One of the year's best reads.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

How's pre-production?

Oh, I'm not. Well, they
brought in another writer.

Pretty common, I guess. Yeah.

Yeah.

I hope you were
well compensated.

Yeah, I mean...

Yeah. More than scale?

Scale, yeah.

If you want to grab a
meal, you give me a ring.

Mmm. Or you can find me here.

Great. Hmm...

(PANTING)

TYLER: Yes! Oh, yeah! Fuck.

Fuck. Whoo.

(SIGHS) I needed that.

Yeah. (HEAVY BREATHING)

TYLER: Water?
Yeah, sure. (SNIFFS)

Wait... No, I'm saying can you
hand me at water right there?

Oh, yeah. (PANTING)

Thanks.

Well... (SIGHS)

They're gonna
need me back on set.

I have to shower.
Money's on the table.

Oh. Okay, cool. (PANTING)

Hey, I tell you my
roommate took off?

TYLER: Sorry, what?

My roommate split town

and he actually
took my rent money.

You know, I'm not on the lease,

they were gonna kick
me out. You believe that?

TYLER: Shit. That sucks.

So if you hear of a place
I could crash for a while,

you'd... You'd let me know?

TYLER: Yeah, no doubt. No doubt.

How's, uh, Lethal Limit?

Oh, my God. It's amazing.

I mean, it's not a big role.

TYLER: But, in a way
it kind of is a big role.

'Cause whenever
I'm not on screen,

the other characters are
always talking about me so...

That's great. (GRUNTS)

TYLER: Also, I have
an audition for this

dope period film, The
Admiral's Mistress.

Like, I probably won't get it.
The producer hates my guts.

Who? Rick Moreweather.

I met Rick, remember?

I had a good
conversation with him.

You think if I stopped by his
office, I could score an audition?

Listen. Uh, bro... Yeah.

I kinda gotta get in the
headspace of this new scene. So...

Yeah, totally.

I'll catch you, uh...
I'll catch you later.

TYLER: Peace.

And people, they keep asking me,

"Hafdis. You were at
the height of your career,

"you won the Palme
d'Or in Cannes

"and you just leave Hollywood?"

You know what I tell them?

I left because I was
tired of the bullshit.

I was tired of the
incompetent producers

and those sycophants
kissing my ass.

I so get it.

Yeah, good call.
They're all horrible.

This man though?

And he didn't know he
was talking to a director.

This man was
talking to a stranger

and he told this stranger
an incredible story.

A story about joy and pain.

How they are forever linked.

Mm. Now that's how you find
a beating heart within a film.

I thought he was a hobo.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

APRIL: Oh, great. Here's
the rewrite by Julian Pynter.

You know his
work, he's fantastic.

Ooh. (INHALES DEEPLY)

And obviously we'd love your
thoughts before he takes another pass.

Nothing like the
smell of a script.

(SNIFFS)

We spoke about, uh, Max Kisbye.

Yes. Now we need Max Kisbye

because he's the only one
in Hollywood with the anger

and the vulnerability we need

to create a character
of this caliber.

Unfortunately, he's unavailable.

TMZ has photos of him at
"Morning Light" rehab clinic.

Agoura Hills?

Yeah. Which means he's not
allowed to have a cell phone or internet.

So we could wait
forever to get a read.

Okay, so we look
at other actors.

So many brilliant ways we
can go, right? Mmm-hmm.

Oh, yeah. A lot of interesting
things we could do. Yeah.

Oh, so you... You can
just find another actor?

Yeah, why not?

(STUTTERS) Okay, why
don't you find another director?

I mean, if we're not having Max
Kisbye, what's the point, guys?

All right. I'm sure there's a
way we can swing this. Right?

I'm on it. Meaning, you
have a way to get to Kisbye?

Give me a day and, uh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Good man.

(SCOFFS)

YAGO: Go up to that
guy, then press "x."

RISA: I am.

X! I am pushing it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) Don't start
that mission without me.

RISA: Hey, which phone is that?

It's a new burner.

Yeah?

Josias said he
gonna hear you out.

YAGO: (OVER PHONE)
When? Tomorrow.

You said you wanted this
shit taken care of, right?

(SIGHS) Okay. Tomorrow.

LOUIS: Good morning.

He's back.

You said, "He's back"
like you're surprised.

And if that's because they got a
new writer, I'm still helping Miles.

I just meant good morning.

Yeah. All right.

Hey, um, how much does a
screenwriter get for a scale?

For a scale?

Whatever, I mean... Any scale.

GLADYS: Depends on the budget.

Mid-levels, maybe
low six figures.

Six... A hundred grand?

For a fuckin' screenplay?

You think that's low?

Hey, brother. Oh,
you're reading.

I'll let you do that.

But can I ask you something?

Well, you said that you were
gonna find a job for me on the movie.

So that I'm not just hanging
around. Associate producer.

I asked Rick and that's
what he recommended.

I love that. What's that mean?

Uh, it means that... It means
that you gonna help out.

Oh, kind of, like
I'm doing already?

Arrogant British nob.

What?

This sad excuse for
a half-assed writer.

Gladys, my love. Would
you happen to have on file

a home address for
Mister Julian Pynter?

I can get it. Thank you.

I told the prick to add a young
girl, just a few lines for Emma.

I'd do it myself, only we're paying
the gobshite a king's ransom already.

You see now? I told you it
was bad idea to bring this guy in.

Thinks he knows
better, that's what it is.

But he and I are
gonna have a little chat.

And if I have to fucking stand above
him and supervise every fuckin' syllable,

that's what's gonna happen.

GLADYS: Here you
go. MILES: Thank you.

I'm gonna send over a
courier with a few little notes.

Want me to arrange?
No, no, no. I'll handle it.

LOUIS: Hold on, buddy.

Hold up.

If you go over there
all worked up like this.

It's not gonna go
well. Oh, it'll go well.

Let me handle it. Okay?

I'll make sure he does what
you want. And I'm a little curious.

About what?

About how the
writing thing works.

"The writing thing"? Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Just a few lines for the
housekeeper's daughter.

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHUCKLES) Ah, there he is.

I can't believe it. (CHUCKLES)

Well, let's... Let's sit. Yeah.

(SIGHS) So, how you doing?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Uh,
generally or the treatment?

Both. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Um, yeah, been in 22
days and I feel great.

They, uh, tailor therapy to who
you are as an individual, here.

And the therapist has actually
been through this shit himself.

So... Well, that's
important. Good.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

They told me you were here, I thought
there was a mistake. (CHUCKLES)

What do you mean
mistake? Of course I'm here.

Oh, I just mean... you
didn't come last time.

Well, I was shooting.

Or the time before, but...

You're here now. It means a lot.

I'm sorry. I haven't
been in a while.

Nah, it's fine.

Mom doesn't make it
easy for you. (CHUCKLES)

We fell out of
touch, it happens.

I get the photos though.

Aunt Martha keeps
sending photos like...

I keep a little scrapbook.

Yeah. Scrapbook?

Yeah, your pictures
and your sister's pictures.

But this is better, being here.

It's good, yeah.

Yeah.

Wa... Was that, uh...

That guy that just walked
out? It looked like Max Kisbye.

Oh, yeah. He checked
in last week. But...

No kidding. But I'm
keeping my distance.

How come?

Well, I'm, you know,
clean and he's, uh...

(SOFTLY) Relapsed, like, twice.

Shit. (SCOFFS)

So, I'm staying as far away from
him as possible. (CHUCKLES)

That's a good idea.

KEVIN: Yeah. Yeah.

KATIE: Oh, my God. (CHUCKLES)

Five-and-a-half hours?
Fifteen was a parking lot.

I mean, these maniacs drive
on the shoulder to get past.

You sound like a local.

Oh, God.

I missed you. Oh, I
missed you too, Eva.

(SOFT GROAN) It's Emma.

Emma, See I knew
it began with E.

(EMMA CHUCKLES)

Uh. What happened?

Oh, this? Nothing, just
some idiot rear-ended me.

Those airbags pack a punch. Huh?

Mom, look. Did you
get it checked out?

Nah, the car was
a bit much anyway.

The insurance actually
paid off the lease.

Not the car, I mean, you.

Here, follow my
finger with your eyes.

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, you want to check
out the studio tomorrow?

Mom. Oh, I told
Charlene we'd have lunch.

Oh, okay.

Ah, we're still good to
eat now though, right?

I got us a reservation
in 20 minutes.

A reservation?

This place called
the Bel-Air Lounge.

I hear the new chef
has his own TV show.

So even if the food is
shite at least it's famous.

(CHUCKLES) I'm driving.

She's driving? (CHUCKLES)

Put on your seat belt.
(EMMA CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BEEPING)

Try this.

It's from Guatemala.
Made by gringos, but...

You needed me?

I had them cook dinner for us.

Why?

No "why." I had them
cook chicken pepian.

Oh, with the pepita?

(CHUCKLING) Sesame seeds,
whiskey and cilantro, si. (SIGHS)

Tia. (AMARA LAUGHING)

Remember when you were a boy.

Hmm.

I say it make you strong.

Now look at you.

Man, these dishes are crazy.
What are "frizzled leeks"?

Oh, yeah. Those
are those special, uh,

seahorses in a cabbage broth.

They're not. (CHUCKLES)

I'm so hungry that
actually sounded good.

Hey, there. Desmond.

We've been waiting a while now.

Uh, Friday nights are busy.

And there's an after-party
for the awards show.

What awards? Excuse me.

Hi, can I get your name?

MAN: Reynolds. Party of two.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Sorry, no smoking.

But he can do that?

Vaping? Yes. Mr. Reynolds.

Hey. What are they eating?

Um...

Could be, um, spring pea
shoot and minted yogurt soup?

They give you hammers.

Oh, my God. (CHUCKLING)

They do give you hammers.

What?

It wasn't so
pretentious last time.

I love that we're
here. Are you kidding?

This is amazing. Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, full disclosure...

Since I've been in LA,
I only come to places

where they give
you little hammers.

(CHUCKLES) Mrs.
Thomas, one moment...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Desmond. I had a reservation.

And I've been patient. But if
you seat those people before us,

things are gonna get
really fucking bad for you,

really quickly. Do
you understand?

Or I've $100 in my
pocket. Your call.

There's a table
opening up. Is that right?

I'll clear it and
we'll seat you now.

All good. They're ready for us?

(AMARA SPEAKS SPANISH)

(YAGO SPEAKS SPANISH)

I hear you hungry lately.

What?

You eat at Raleigh Pupuseria.

Where'd you hear that?

Is it true?

Food is good.
Chicharron con jalapeno.

Forty miles. You drive
40 miles for chicharron?

I wanted to try it.

It's Josias's place.

I didn't know that.

You didn't know that?

Um, I do now.

I saw his guys around.

(SNIFFS) Ooh, pepian is spicy.

Mmm.

Josias's men. They talk to you?

They said shit. I didn't listen.

They talk about me?

You? No.

Sure?

They wouldn't say shit. Believe
me, I would set them straight.

We have platanos en mole.

Oh, yeah? That's great.

I'm just gonna use the bathroom.

(YAGO VOMITING)

(PANTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello? LOUIS: (OVER
PHONE) Delivery.

(JULIAN SNIFFS, SIGHS)

Script notes from
Gravity Pictures.

Thank you.

Oh, I need you to sign.

So, uh, let me find
the ol' clipboard.

What? Where was...

I think your wife's calling you.

(CHUCKLES) Excuse me?

Yeah, I thought I heard someone.

I certainly hope it's not
my wife since I'm divorced.

Huh, housekeeper?

No one here but me. Really?

Oh, here we go.

There we go. Just,
uh, sign at the top there.

(SIGHS) I need a pen.

Oh, uh. Shit. Damn it.

(SIGHS) Hold on.

(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus. (GASPS)

Did I scare you?

I just didn't want to make
you go back up to the truck.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Just sign at the top, right?

Whatever.

Thanks again.

So how's the script coming?

What?

Told you, I got
notes from the studio.

Yeah, I have them.

Yeah. I know that you have them,

'cause most of those notes are the
ones you got the first time around.

You just need to do them

and I'm here to make
sure that that happens.

(CHUCKLES) This is a joke?

No, sir.

What's your name?

So do you have a home office, or
do you just work at the table there?

'Cause, I mean, however you
want to do this is, you know...

Who told you to come... You
know what? Doesn't matter.

You need to leave.

I will. As soon as you take...

No, no. Get the fuck out of
my house or I'll call the police.

Hey, you don't
need to be like that.

We're both professional.

(DIALING)

(GRUNTS) Don't
be difficult, Julian.

(GRUNTS) Help! Help!

(SCREAMING)

(JULIAN WHIMPERS)

You know what? You're really
making a big deal out of this.

All you have to do
is take the notes.

And you're a badass writer.

I'll bet if you put
your mind to it,

you can knock this
out before lunch.

(SCREAMING, PANTING)

You don't work for the
studio. Who are you?

LOUIS: Don't run
out on me, Julian.

I'll tell you what...

I'm gonna put ice
on your hand there,

and then we're gonna
get to work. Okay?

Thank you, sir.

Sign this?

Ooh... Cool name tag.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You checking out
the competition?

That guy over there,
he's on The Thundermans.

He's a real actor.

You're a real actor. You are.

Welcome. Who do I have
the pleasure of speaking to?

Em... Emma Daly?

Are you asking me,
or are you telling me?

She's got the butterflies a bit.

(CHUCKLES) Acting is playing.

Let your imagination run riot,

you'll have nothing
to be nervous about.

Welcome, everyone.
I'm Francis Knox,

SAG-AFTRA, AEA, SDC.

Now if the parents here
could please excuse us?

It's time to start our work.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Thank you. Thank you.

Huh? So each of these cards
is a scene in the screenplay?

Yes.

Do the colors mean
something, or...

Each color is a
different storyline.

How do you know
what order to put 'em in?

(SIGHS)

I ask myself what happens first
then what happens in reaction to that.

Huh. (CHUCKLES)
That's a lot to figure out.

It is.

Hey... Did you always
want to be a writer?

(SIGHS)

When I was ten, I was at a very
strict prep school in Sunningdale.

The only discipline that afforded any
sense of freedom was writing fiction.

So I became a man of letters.

Mmm. What's that mean?

(SIGHS) A writer.

Um, I don't mean to seem
rude, but I generally find it easier

to work when I'm not
engaged in conversation.

Oh, yeah, oh...
Do your thing, man.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.

Very kind.

(CHAIR SCRAPING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can I help you?

I'm Nathan Hill. I met
Mr. Moreweather a while back

when he was shooting The
Hunting. Really cool guy.

So I heard he's
doing, uh, this new film

and I'm working on the lot today

so I thought I'd stop in.

Score an audition.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Who's your agent?

I don't actually have one.

Well, the only way to get an audition
on this project is through representation.

Yeah, yeah. That makes
sense. (CHUCKLES)

Do you need a PA?

Or I could work in
casting as a reader.

Yeah, why don't you
just fill out this application.

I'll keep it on file and I'll let
you know if anything comes up.

Thank you! Very cool.

Uh, can I just take a pen?

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.

(NATHAN SIGHS)

Oh, I don't have
a current address.

Can I just put down my
name and cell number?

(TELEPHONE RINGING) Uh, sorry.

Yeah, yeah, that. (CHUCKLES)

Admiral's Mistress.

Yeah, let me see
if I can get him.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yeah, hey. No calls, okay.
I'm going to see Kevin now.

GLADYS: (OVER PHONE) It's Amara.

Amara?

GLADYS: Says she
got your package.

And if you're not
here, she'll call back.

Package. Shit.

Is Miles here?

GLADYS: No.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

Amara! Hi.

Hello, Ricky. RICK:
(OVER PHONE) Hey.

You tell me I'm out of
movie. But guess what?

You're back in! Huh?
Yeah. How about that.

You would be sad to lose
me. RICK: I sure would.

And listen, we got a
great director, Hafdis...

I can't say his last name, but
he's great. We're thrilled with him.

So, when do I see the movie?

You know what? As soon
as that premiere comes out,

I'm gonna personally escort
you down the red carpet.

Show me Hollywood.

RICK: That's right.

You send more scripts, eh?

Yes, I did. I did. But that
was, uh... That was earlier.

And you're still investing
in The Admiral's Mistress.

So you know what?
That stuff can wait.

Ricky. I got money.

You show me what you got.

Well, I sent you
three scripts, right?

The first one is Swamp Children.

Oh, it's based on
a graphic novel.

Miles took us out for this
fancy dinner last night.

Wanted to give us
a tour of the studio.

He's showing you he's changed.

(SIGHS) Has he, though?

Take it from a girl who used
to wear a feather bikini to work.

The overnight success thing
is real. Especially, out here.

Sorry, sorry.

Hi. (KISSES)

Closing went late. Buyers were
arguing over a roof replacement.

It's like they have five
million for the house

and they can't spare 20
grand for shingles? I mean...

Nicole. Katie, guest of honor.

BOTH: Hi. Nicole
sold me the house.

Oh. So what do you do, Katie?

Uh, plastic surgeon's assistant.

Oh. Woman after my own heart.

Buried in silicone as it may be.

I couldn't tell.

Oh, please. I keep meaning
to have them replaced.

Only I can't spare
the recovery time.

You're a C, right?
Oh, my God. I love her.

You know, you could
switch to a teardrop shape.

Less projection, we don't
put it under the muscle.

You'd be back at work
in a week and a half, tops.

Better consult than
Dr. Soo gives me.

Leonard Soo? Yes.

I've been trying to get my
doctor to use his implant.

Well, then I should
introduce you.

I would love that.

Only... We're only
here a few days.

Well, if you ever
decided to stay...

(SIGHS)

Lulu. It's great. Yeah?

Oh, three little scenes for Emma,
not too many lines. It's lovely stuff.

I... You know, I had him read Emma's
lines out loud so I could hear 'em.

Oh. You did good.

Thanks, buddy.

You know, I can tell that he was working
fast, 'cause there's a lot of typos.

Yeah, well, he only had
nine fingers to work with.

(LULU CHUCKLING)

Oh, no. I didn't cut anything
off. I just broke a finger.

One finger. What?

An A-list writer and
you broke his finger.

Oh, he's not gonna tell
anyone, he was scared shitless.

(GROANS)

Oh, come on. You know,
if you'd gone over there,

you would've skinned him
alive. I saw that look in your eye.

Which is why I
let you handle it.

You managed to deal with
that girlfriend of the writer,

how the fuck did
you pull that off?

Lulu. Lulu. You said that you
convinced her with your words!

(SIGHS) I did convince
her with my words.

And then, as I was leaving,
she came at me with questions.

Fuck's sake.

So you took her out.

And what's worse?
You lied to me about it.

I didn't lie. No. I
just didn't tell you.

Because your family was coming,

I didn't want you to get
you all stressed about it...

Oh, much better
to handle it this way,

and wait till they're actually
fucking here to tell me.

Jesus Christ, Lou. Do I
need to do everything myself?

You know what? Fuck you.

People all over this town make
movies without breaking fingers

or shooting every
fucker they meet.

Well, you oughta
work with those people.

I will.

Look, I know that Katie and Emma
coming here is a really big deal for you.

But for the good of humanity,
why don't you have a drink,

get laid or go for a
run or do something.

Because you have been wound tight
all day and it's getting on my nerves.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Noah, Emma, hop on up.

Yeah. And remember,
show us your EIS.

Which stands for...

ALL: Energy!
Imagination! Sparkle!

Begin.

I like your wide
and sassy smile.

That makes me feel happy.

Okay, slow start. Step it up.

Really show us that
imagination, Emma.

Okay.

I like your clean new sneakers.

Better!

That makes me feel
pleased as punch!

(STUDENTS CHUCKLING)

I love your super-stylish hair.

That makes me feel...
Happy? (CHUCKLES)

Emma! That had zero sparkle.

Zero!

Lilah, hop on up.
Show her how it's done.

Thank you, Emma.

I like your wide
and sassy smile.

There's my superstar.

Can we get out of here?
And don't call me that.

Hey. Would you
stop running please?

I'm not running.

Hey. What's wrong?

I was the worst one there.

What? No, you weren't.

Look, I've seen you on stage
and you were bloody wonderful.

Okay, I don't
wanna talk about it.

Shorty.

Hey, come on. No.

Okay, it obviously
didn't go well.

We can find you another...
I don't want to be an actor.

And I don't want to
be in a stupid movie.

Ah, you say that way now, but...

Dad, do I have to be in it?

Of course not.

Will you get pissed
off with me if I'm not?

No.

Okay. I really don't
want to be in it. (SNIFFS)

Fine.

Let's get back.

Can I watch TV?

Sure.

You hungry?

No, not really.

I got pizza.

It's a couple of days old
but that adds character.

Hey, where's the remote?

MILES: Um, not all
together sure, lad.

You are pissed off.

No. No, I get it.

I don't know a lot about acting but it
seems like an unpleasant business.

People pretending to be other
people, that can't be healthy.

Mom won't come to LA
unless I'm in the movie. Right?

All right. Let's get one
thing straight, shall we?

You were bloody
wonderful in your play

and you'd be
amazing in the movie.

That's not me speaking
as your dad but as...

As a movie producer.

Now on a separate note, would like you
and your mom to be with me here in LA?

Of course, I would.

But let's not confuse the issue.

Fine.

What?

I'll be in the movie.

No, no, no, no. That's
not what I'm saying.

Just don't give
me too many lines.

You don't have to do
this if you don't want to.

No. I said I'll do it. So,
don't talk me out of it.

I won't.

Francis said I
don't have sparkle.

No what?

Found the remote. (CHUCKLES)

KEVIN: So we all... We
all have negative feelings.

But the goal is to allow ourselves
to experience those feelings,

without allowing it to trigger,
like, addictive behavior.

Ah. (SIGNAL BEEPING)

Oh. (CHUCKLES) What's that?

Ten-minute warning.

Sorry, I've been
going on for hours.

Hey, we're catching
up. Hmm? (SIGHS)

Well, before you go, tell me about
the new movie you're working on.

Oh, well, change of pace for me.

Actually it's a
period thing. Okay.

And it's funny you bring it up,

'cause I was leaving
the house today

and I was thinking, Max Kisbye
would be perfect for this lead.

He... Oh, dead on.

Really. Yeah, I actually, uh...

I grabbed a copy of the
script. I know you're not...

You're not tight with him but you see
him at meals or group therapy and, uh...

Dad. Yeah, maybe it
comes up organically.

Like he's wondering, "What movie
am I gonna do when I get out of here"?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) You're incredible.

What?

Coming to check on
me. As if that made sense.

If you don't want to
talk to him, that's fine.

Don't act like you just
thought of this, this morning.

First time you came here,

you kept looking
over my shoulder.

I thought, "What's
he looking for?"

Not true. As if Max Kisbye
would do one of your movies.

Actually has a... A
pretty decent budget.

Great director. You
should go. (SIGHS)

Okay. Don't... Come
on, don't do that.

You're right, I came here to
see if you could help me with this.

Yeah, I'm a piece of shit.

But when I got here
and you started talking

and telling me everything
that you're doing,

I forgot about Max Kisbye.

I was just happy to be here.

(SIGNAL BEEPING)

All right, well...

Can I get a hug?

Okay, I'd like to come back.

I'll leave that up to you.

Take the fucking script.

MILES: Knock, knock.

You're the father of?

Emma.

Right.

Ah...

I'm sure you're trying
to get out of here,

but do you have a quick minute?

(SIGHS) You want to know
why Emma was so upset.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) I've
been at this for a long time

and if you encourage a child
who doesn't have what it takes?

You're not doing
them any favors.

So, on her first day of
acting lessons for little kids,

you made her cry. But
it was for her own good?

I have an eye for talent.

And she's has no
future in this business.

She's 12.

That's lots of time for her to
find something she's good at.

(CHUCKLES)

God forbid, she's
not made for this.

(GROANS)

She might end up in
a shithole in Burbank

crushing kids dreams
for 50 bucks an hour.

(SPITS)

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait!

Let's go.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

Nice shirt.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Which do you like better?
Marine? Or Pool Party?

I'm redoing my bathroom.

(SMACKS LIPS) Pool Party.

I like Marine. It's
more peaceful.

Are we gonna talk business?

You want Amara gone?

I can make that happen.

This woman is family.

By marriage.

You'll kill your aunt,
Thanksgiving is gonna be awkward.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
So what's this about?

Did she not give you the
keys to the station wagon?

I got my own car.

So get rid of her.
Why come to me?

It's like that Star Trek shit.

The enemy of my
enemy, is my friend.

(CHUCKLES) That's not Star Trek.

It was in Star Trek.

That's some Indian shit.
Some old Indian saying.

Listen, I know how this works.

All right? You clear shit
with Mexico, verdad?

Well, I don't have
the connect. You do.

So what do you want?

Amara's territory,
everything across the 95.

Except Reno, that's your shit.

And I'll kick up 10%
across the board.

(SHARP INHALE)

(SUCKS TEETH)

I can walk on my own.

Let me get a smoke.

Smoke in the car.

With a bag over my head?

(SIGHS)

It's menthol.

You wanna bitch or
you want a smoke?

(GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

Tia, I got to talk to you.

AMARA: Tell me.

YAGO: When I was
at the pupuseria,

one of Josias's guys came over.

Said he wanted to
have a sit down with me.

What did you say?

I said, "Are you crazy?
Get the fuck out of here."

And I didn't say nothing because
I knew you would freak out.

Thinking I wasn't telling
you the whole story.

But I swear to God,
that's how it went down.

(AMARA SPEAKS SPANISH)

AMARA: It's good you told me.

And now, you call him back.

(GUNFIRE)

(SHELL CASINGS CLINKING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(LYLE BREATHING HEAVILY)

You little bitch.

I told Josias you
weren't worth shit.

(SHARP INHALE)
Give me your piece.

(DOOR BELL RINGS) (DOOR OPENS)

EMMA: Hi, Mom. We
ordered Indian food.

KATIE: Did you?

There's a curry up there
with your name on it.

(LIGHT CHUCKLE) You
look relaxed. What's that?

Nicotine vape. All
the rage apparently.

We should head
back to Charlene's.

Or you could stay a while?

Yeah, Mom have some food.

Uh...

Don't try and hate
yourself, Wyatt.

I'm not.

I'm the same man that's wanted in
three states and five territories remember?

Tell me, am I...

Oh, no more for me,
not if I'm gonna drive.

WOMAN: (ON TV) Not yet.

(CHUCKLES) What
are you trying to say?

Oh, nothing. It's
just, Charlene called

and she said that
her house was on fire.

Yeah, she sounded
pretty distressed.

Probably because of
the fire in her house.

Mmm. Well, nice
of her to tell us.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
I'll see you around.

What kind of business?

(KISSES)

Hey, about the
bed. You may notice

a quite severe dip in the
middle of the mattress.

That's fine.

So, Louis won't mind
sleeping out here?

Let's not ask him.

I'll help you make up the couch.

Cheers.

Gosh. (CHUCKLES) This place.

It's classy, right?

I think they call it
extended-stay chic. Hmm.

Bedsheets are made
from genuine boxer shorts.

Cashmere? I needed new clothes.

Impressive.

What that I... That I managed
to buy a hoodie all on my own?

Less than a month, you got a
fancy job. A new place to live...

And you're jealous?

Little bit.

Hey, I'm doing a shite job
of showing off LA so far.

But I swear, Katie,
it's a hell of a town.

Well, it turns out it suits you.

It's just that
it's a bit lonely.

What about Louis?

He snores. (CHUCKLES)

And he's a rubbish lover.

(CHUCKLES)

Airbag?

As God's my witness.

(MILES MOANING)

Shh, Emma can't hear.

RICK: (ON ANSWERING
MACHINE) Hey, Kevin, it's Dad.

And, uh, look I know they
don't let you use the phone there

so you probably can't
get your messages.

But, uh, when you do get this...

Um, I just...

I feel shitty about today.

It's... It's good to
see you doing so well

and, um...

Yeah, keep it up.

Great, thanks.

Good night.

That was Scotty
Walker leaving word.

Who's... Who's that? Max
Kisbye's agent from CAA.

Get him on the line.

Go.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hey, Rick Moreweather.

AMARA: Hello, Ricky.

GLADYS: It's not Walker,
it's that investment woman...

Okay. Okay. Thank you, Gladys.

Amara, hi, wow! Boy,
I was just heading out.

How are you?

AMARA: You gonna
show me Hollywood?

Sure, yes. Soon
as you get to LA.

When do you want to meet?

What?

I'm here, Ricky.

What do you mean?

In Hollywood.

And so far...

I like it.

♪ The devil is a woman

♪ With a red dress on

♪ A gleam that flits
across a rolling eye

♪ The devil is a hand

♪ That moves along a satin seam

♪ A softly whispered

♪ Sweetly whispered lie

♪ Ahh...

♪ The devil is a window

♪ Filled with fancy clothes

♪ Through lips
that part and smile

♪ And greet and sigh

♪ An open door, some place

♪ Where steps that
shouldn't go there goes

♪ A word that touched the heart

♪ And made it cry

♪ Ahh...

♪ Where are you gonna run?

♪ Where do you
think you're gonna hide?

♪ What makes you
think you're slick enough

♪ To take old Satan for a ride

♪ And you never took a notice

♪ That no matter what you do

♪ Our old friend Mephistopheles

♪ Gets there just ahead of you

♪ The Devil never rest

♪ Come day, come dust come dawn

♪ You compromise
and wind up sold in parts

♪ Ooh...

♪ So don't it strike you funny

♪ When you look him in the eye

♪ The Devil looks a lot

♪ like you and I

♪ Ahh... ♪

Quality!