Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Pickle - full transcript

-Previously on "Get Shorty"...

-You're standing by the
deal that we made, right?

-No. Someone very high up
wants to make an example of you.

-Can you honor
Louis' side of the deal?

-From the description of
your conversation with Amara,

it's possible she has no
idea you're working with us.

-Yes, and it's also
possible she does.

-Serve a long enough sentence,

no one will know you
were an informant.

-You're actually pitching this?
That I choose to go to prison?

-Bend over. Cough.



[ Men coughing ]

♪♪

-Uh, yeah. I'm
here to go to prison.

[ Men shouting, cheering ]

- Who runs Capotillo in here?
- Swayze.

I heard one of the Latvians
was talking shit about Swayze.

He sent them a pickle jar,

and on the inside, their
boy's dick and balls.

-Are you saying that
I can come back?

-If this shit with Amara
is really in the past...

-It is.

-I'm staying on
"Wylderness" as a producer.

-You don't think that could be
awkward... us working together?

-Not if you stay out of my way.



-They cast Amanda Rhodes.

-No. No, she's...
Oh. She's all wrong.

- Why do you care?
- 'Cause my fucking name's on it.

Hey, maybe I could
get some notes to April.

-[ Grunts ]

[ All shouting ]

-Hey!

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

-Yago!

[ Electricity humming ]

[ Man coughs ]

[ Doors slam shut ]

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Door buzzes ]

[ Whistling in distance ]

[ Man whistles ]

-What is that?

-Passing something.

-Passing what?

-Who the fuck cares?

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

-You've got it down.

-Guards want 10 a minute.

-10 a minute?

600 an hour.

Three hours a day,
that's 1,800 souvenirs.

Multiply that by
five years, that's...

I mean, who even buys this shit?

[ Indistinct talking ]

Fabian, would you
mind movin' for a minute?

Hey. Can Yago have your seat?

For a book of stamps.

And some goldfish?

Thank you. [ Whistles ]

They patch you up?

-Doctor said I was lucky
it missed my spleen.

Whatever the fuck that is.

-Cellmate thinks Capotillo
didn't put the hit on me.

It was Amara.

- You heard that?
- I Think everyone heard.

-My Tia paid someone
to fuckin' kill me.

Hurts, you know?

More than the stitches.

-I'm starting to think
she's not the soft,

sentimental old lady
we thought she was.

[ Door buzzes ]

-That fucking guy?

[ Scoffs ] Already
out of solitary.

-I hear his nickname is "Happy."

Who says inmates don't
have a sense of irony.

-Guards said we
got in an "argument."

What fucking argument?

He stabs me,

and then, they let him
out so he can do it again.

-On the bright side,
Capotillo now know

that we're not
running with Amara.

-Get anywhere with Swayze?

-Workin' on it.

-You know what?

If it wasn't for you,

I'd have a lot more than
12 stitches right now.

I'm saying I owe you.

-Yes, you do.

[ Water running ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Door slams shut ]

-You stay.

-My girl, Natasha.

You got her a job doing
makeup on a movie?

-I did, yeah.

-Wow.

I'm so grateful.

What can I do for you?

-Well, right now, I
could use a towel.

It's a bit chilly in here,
as you may have noticed.

The job was just
a peace offering.

I know that Amara and
Capotillo haven't been getting

along very well, but
I'm not with Amara now.

In fact, she just ordered
a hit on my buddy, Yago.

-You want protection?

- That would be great.
- That it?

-I could also use some
help getting materials

in and out of this place.

Nothing major.
Just written notes.

-Notes?

Okay.

-Really?

-Want them
delivered to your cell,

like in wrapping paper?

[ Laughter ]

You think I need help
getting my girls jobs?

-He got five girls.

-Natasha, not even my favorite.

-I thought she seemed nice.

-You try this shit again...

your buddy's gonna get a
pickle jar with your pinche verga.

-Need a translation?

-I think I got it.

I hear your brother
has a trucking company.

Maybe I could
get him a contract.

- This guy.
- Shut him the fuck up.

-It would be worth
20 grand a week.

-Hold up, hold up.

A week?

-Maybe I could grab that towel

and we could
discuss this further?

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[ Horn honks ]

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-April! Over here.
[ Device beeping ]

-Oh. This is so confusing.

The apartment
numbers go up that way,

and then they just go back down.

-Yeah, I don't
understand, either.

Everybody gets lost.

- What's that beeping?
- Oh, it's my ankle monitor.

Yeah, I got 60 seconds to get
back in range, so come on in.

- Hi.
- Oh, my God.

- Right?
- How soon?

-Super soon, like any week.

-Oh, my God.

- We're having a home birth.
- Are you?

-Yeah, tried for
special dispensation

for the ankle monitor,

but my probation officer
keeps jerking me around.

-Yes. So many people that I know

have the baby at
home with a midwife.

They say, in some
ways, it's safer.

- Less germs.
- Great. [ Laughs ]

I mean, I would
never do it, but...

-Well, you know...

Oh, and who we got.
- Ah?

- She delivered, uh...
- Emily Blunt.

- Emily Blunt's baby.
- Mm-hmm.

- Wow.
- All right.

You guys talk business.

I'll make us some lunch.
- Thanks, honey.

We should sit.

So, you got my e-mail
about the trucking company?

-Louis, from now on,
everything I do is aboveboard.

-These guys are legit.

Casales Transportation
and Refrigeration.

-Since when have you
cared about transportation?

I let your hire a makeup girl
who has never done a feature.

You still won't tell
me what that's about.

-All of this is
aboveboard, just...

[ Microwave beeps, humming ]

It'll help Miles.

If you want, I'll explain how.
- Please don't.

-That's really it. It's
just... Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, wait. Actually, Miles
had a couple of notes.

- What?
- Yeah, he's really not crazy

about Amanda
Rhodes for the lead.

Says that she's too Disney.

- She's doing very big films.
- And he had some story notes.

I tried to write 'em down.
I tried, but it just didn't...

It'd be better if he
just told you himself.

-No. If he wanted
to be involved,

he should have
stayed out of prison.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

-Well, maybe you could
go see him and tell him that.

- Louis, I am not...
- Miles has a vision

for this movie.

Having something
that he cares about,

something that he is passionate
about while he's inside,

that's gonna keep him going.

-God...

♪♪

-Eilert Lovborg was more to you

than perhaps you
are willing to admit.

Am I wrong?

-I don't answer such questions.

Oh, that he had the
will and the strength

to turn away from the
banquet of life so early.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hedda,
but I fear I must dispel

an amiable illusion...
- Illusion?

- that could not
have lasted long

in any case.

Eilert Lovborg did not
shoot himself voluntarily.

-Okay, let's stop.

Clive, remember you're
really jealous of Lovborg.

So when you're asking if she
has feelings for him, that hurts.

- Right.
- Yeah.

-Got it.

-And I'm not giving
Brack anything.

Is that coming across
when I'm turning away?

-No, we're getting
that. That's great.

Let's go, um...

Let's go from the line, uh...

-R-R-Rick, can I say, you
are a phenomenal director.

The way you know
what the character wants.

-The subtext.

-Really, you see
the human condition.

It's a gift.

-Wow. Thank you.

It's a very nice compliment.

Thank you.

Okay. So, uh, from Judge
Brack, "Am I wrong?"

- Am I wrong?
- I don't answer such questions.

-I only know that Eilert
Lovborg has had the courage

to live his life after
his own fashion.

[ Door buzzes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Oh, man, it's so
good to see you.

And don't you look well?

I heard that you
were back on the film,

and I thought, "Good on you."

Good for you, April Quinn.

Don't let that spoiled,
arrogant shitbag

push you around.

Time's up. Am I right?

-Miles, I came in here
to see how you were.

But I have to tell
you, I felt betrayed.

To find out there's
another side of you,

and of our work together
that you never mentioned,

that you made me an
accomplice to felonies

without considering
what it could do to me.

It's a miracle I
still have a career.

-You have every
right to be angry.

-Well...

now I'm seeing these creepy
people you're in here with,

and the...

outfit they make
you wear, and...

it's hard to hold
on to my anger.

-If we can just get back to
"Wylderness," real quick?

Louis mentioned the new ending.

- No, we can't.
- Where she finds her father,

and they fall into each other's
arms, and it's all peachy again?

What the fuck is that?

-We have a great team
of veteran filmmakers.

-Given what happened
with "The Admiral's Mistress,"

that means fuck-all.

-Miles, we're
starting production.

You haven't seen
the latest draft,

and I can't bring
you a new script.

These guards won't let
me bring sugarless gum.

Literally, I had sugarless gum.

-Okay, so I... [ Door buzzes ]

I'll find another way.

-A legal way?

When you get all whisper-y,

and you're looking
over your shoulder?

-Cath has gone about
this all wrong, April.

I mean, she wanted
the Disney girl,

and now she's messing
with the ending...

I mean, that's not our movie.

This isn't a fuckin' fairy tale.

It's what I'm going
through right now.

It's about people who
have had their lives

pulled from under them,

and they're trying
to fight their way out.

-And they're dealing
with cannibals.

-You don't think there's
cannibals in here?!

April, you once told me

that I was a great
producer. You know what?

I've come to agree with you.

So, please, just let
me keep my hand in.

I can fucking help.

♪♪

[ Cellphone beeping ]

[ Phone ringing ]

- Hey.
- You ready?

-Remember where we left off?

-More or less.

♪♪

-Okay. So,
Clementine's freaking out

for the file about her and Joel.

Now she's in the car,
checking an address.

Hold on.

-Shorty, you there?

-Thought Mom was coming in.

She's gone now.

-Would she be angrier
that you're watching a movie

before bed or that
you're talking to me?

-Let's not find out.

Okay. She's walking
into a building.

[ Door slams shut ]

Looking at the
people who live there.

-[ Snoring ]

[ Keys jingle ]

-Dad?

-Hey.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

Let's keep going.

-Um... okay.

So, Joel's friend
recognized her.

She used to know him
but doesn't remember.

Okay, now she's
in Joel's apartment.

♪♪

♪♪

- April?
- Aah! Jesus.

Yeah.
- Got notes from Miles.

-[ Sighs ]

What's your name?
- Oggie.

-Oggie, you scared
the shit out of me.

- Sorry.
- Okay, look.

This is not how
this is going to work.

You do not follow
me on the street.

- Miles said I was suppo...
- I don't care what Miles said.

If you have notes for
me, you bring them to me

at my office or on set.

You call my office
and you set up a time.

- Your office?
- Yes.

Number's there.

You'll need to show
a license at the gate.

The notes are on paper towel?
- Yeah.

-Thank you, Oggie.

[ Sighs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Wind blowing, birds cawing ]

♪♪

- Still a long way to go.
- We'll get there.

Couple more hours and
we'll stop for the night.

-Can we make a fire?

-Not tonight. It's not safe.

- Cut!
- That's a cut!

- Natasha, more sweat.
- Yo, they want more sweat.

-On the forehead?

-Cath, I have an idea.

What do you think if...

- Hello.
- Hey.

How's it going?

- Hey.
- Mwah.

- Have you been watching?
- Thank you.

Just this one scene.

He is really good.
- Oh, David?

He's wonderful.
- Wow.

- Wonderful.
- Oh, April, there's someone

asking for you at
basecamp down there.

- Oh.
- All right, good.

You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Pan sizzling ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Beautiful.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Door buzzes ]

-Man, why are some
of them pages blue?

-These are rewrites.

See here? Where
they have the stars?

These are lines
that I had 'em put in.

-Hmm.

-Oh, these are good.

-So, uh...

How's the income
from the trucking gig?

It's flowing, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Great.

So, you know that dude, Happy?

Think you could keep
him away from me?

- I'll talk to Swayze.
- That'd be great, man.

That's all I'm
asking. Thank you.

[ Door buzzes ]

You know, if they catch
us bringing this shit in,

they could add five
years to our bid, right?

-Mm-hmm.

-I'm just saying, I
hope it's worth it.

-Yeah.

Nice.

-I dreamed about him
last night, lying alone.

-Maybe he found the others.

-If I'd known, I
would've gone back.

-Which is why I did you
the favor of not telling you.

-We could have at least tried!

-I'm not arguing about this!

-For all we know,
he was still alive.

-There's nothing
we could've done!

If we tried, we'd be dead.
- You don't know that!

-I do know!

Until we get some drinking
water, we can't fight.

If you need to be
a hero, you do that.

I'll move on.

Are you with me?

Yes or no?!

-And cut!

Let's go again.
- That's a cut.

We're going again.

-Scene works better with
Zoe getting confrontational.

-Yeah. April's idea.

You know, at the first
production meeting,

Miles had the same note.

- Miles Daly? Really?
- Mm-hmm.

-Picture's up.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-I heard you wanted to see us.

-What are "dailies"?

-They're unedited film.

-What's that?

-Little pieces of
the movie. Why?

Did you find a
way to get them in?

-Why do you need them?

-We watch to see how
production is getting on,

see if there's
anything we missed or

if a scene needs to be re-shot.

-If the actors don't
have chemistry.

-So...

if part of it is not good,
you do it all over again?

-Exactly.

-That's interesting.

-Should we discuss
how we're planning to...

-There.

-Ah, there goes your dailies.

She's got the thumb
drive in her panocha.

-Yeah, that's why
she's walking funny.

-Conjugal visit with
Animal, she hands it to him,

he swallows it.

Then you get the drive
when he shits it out.

-Isn't that clever.

♪♪

-[ Grunting ]

♪♪

[ Man whistles ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-And rolling. And action!

- could've done!

If we tried, we'd be dead.
- You don't know that!

-I do know!

-So, nothing happened
with you and banana girl?

- Well, we had drinks together.
- But nothing sexual.

- No.
- And your girlfriend

had her killed?

-Yeah, well, I
can't prove it, but...

I'm pretty sure that's
what happened.

-Intense. Perrier?

-Yeah, thanks.

-Horrible, but also romantic.

-That his ex had
someone whacked?

-I'm just saying, Amara
must really love you.

-Well, I mean, it's
hard to get past the fact

that she killed
someone, but, uh...

-If I cheated on my
wife, she'd divorce me,

then write a thank-you letter
to the woman I cheated with.

Let me tell you, the banana
girl story, that's your next film.

-Well, that's if people
will even work with me

when I'm out of here. [
Music chimes over PA ]

-Five minutes.

-Look, I don't know
Hollywood, but in finance,

as long as you're
turning a profit,

nobody cares if you did
time. [ Music chimes over PA ]

- Five minutes.
- Let's finance his next film.

-Done.

-But I thought the
FBI got all your money.

-Well, they did. Right?

-All of it.
[ Laughing ]

-Let's just say, uh,
when we get out, call us.

[ Door opens, closes ]

-Oh. That's nice of you guys.

-We believe in you.

We both know how
talented you are.

Plus, that stuff with Amara?

That's a great love story.

[ Water running ]

-Love story. [ Chuckles ]

♪♪

- It's ringing.
- [ Labored breathing ]

- Voicemail.
- Where is she?

-I am sure that
she's on her way.

Uh, Yonni, yeah,
just wondering...

- Yoni.
- What?

-Yoni.

Yoni, just wondering
where you are.

The contractions are
coming every four minutes,

so, you know, the
sooner the better.

Okay, thank you.

-Another... [ Groans ]

-Are you okay?

Huh? Where's the timer?

- Fuck the timer!
- Okay.

I'm gonna write
down the minutes.

-[ Grunting ]

Okay. [ Breathing deeply ]

-Are you okay?

-You have to stop
asking me that.

-Oh, okay.

All right. Okay,
it's a text from Yoni.

Uh...

Oh, she couldn't find the place.
- What?

-She thought she
was in the wrong place.

- What?
- Okay.

No, I mean, I'm
sure that she's...

I'm sure she's still here, okay?

I'm just gonna
go find her, okay?

- Okay.
- Are you okay?

- Look!
- Okay! All right!

Okay, I'll be right back!

Yoni! [ Ankle monitor beeps ]

Yoni!

Yoni!

[ Ankle monitor beeping ]

Yoni!

Yoni! Yoni!

-Yes.

Yes, yes! Fucking brilliant!

Was that not a
brilliant bit of film?

-I don't have any headphones.
I can't hear anything.

-You saw the
shot, though, right?

-Yeah, I mean, it looked good...

-That is the best
thing that Cath Nardini

has ever done, hands down.

And Oumou... oh,
fucking heartbreaking.

What a performance.

Hey, I-I got a couple of notes.

Can you give me a few minutes?

-I ain't here for that.

From Swayze.

He says Happy won't
bother you no more.

-Have a little look in the
bag, see what it is, will you?

- You look.
- No fuckin' chance.

Oh, Jesus.

[ Door buzzes ]

Is that Happy's dick and balls?

-I guess.

-In pickle juice?

What did they do
with the rest of him?

We never asked for this.

-I mean...

All I said was, they should
keep him away from us.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- I meant talk to him.

-Seeing as it's your
fault, you get rid of it.

Put it back in the
bag, get it off my bunk.

-Actually, I'm gonna
stash it somewhere.

-Y-You're gonna keep it?

-I mean, if you need
someone to take you serious,

you give 'em this.

Right? They'll
know you're for real.

And it's pickle juice.

I mean, it's not gonna go...
- Get out.

-Just sayin'...

-Jesus Christ.

- Focus on your breathing.
- [ Rhythmic breathing ]

-That's it.

You're doing so great.

-You are, honey.
You're doing so good.

-Want to lie on
your side for a while?

-No.
[ Knock on door ]

-Someone at the door.

- Just ignore it.
- Police!

-Did they say "police"?

Louis...

-Okay, I'll... I'll
be right back.

- Breathe.
- [ Groaning ]

-Hi. Are you Louis Darnell?

-Is this about the
ankle monitor?

You Louis?
- Yeah, listen,

I can't do this right now, guys.

My wife is literally
giving birth...

-Sir, are you Louis Darnell?

-Yes! -Okay.

We understand you're
under house arrest,

and we just received an alert

that you vacated the premises
during restricted hours.

You are supposed
to stay in your house.

-I'm having a
fucking baby! Okay?

So if you guys
want to wait around

until that's over
with, that's fine.

But I can't do it
right now, okay?

-All right, sir, do
not just walk away...

-Goddammit...

-Would you wait outside?!

-Louis, come look.

Louis, come stand next to me.

[ Police radio chatter ]

How beautiful is that?

His head.

[ Baby coos ]

[ Children music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

Yeah.

-Hey, if you make
it to the Safeway,

there's a list in the kitchen.
- Okay.

-What time do we
have to leave tonight?

- Oh, the red carpet's at 6:00.
- Okay.

I will be back at 5:00, and
I'll have Kenz here at 5:15.

- Okay.
- My good baby.

-Ooh. Guess what.

We get to go grocery
shopping. Yeah.

You get to ride
in the cart. Yeah.

[ Door opens ]

-Rick.

[ Keys jingle ]

-Yeah. Already?

I... I thought I had a
couple more hours.

-It's time.

-Okay. [ Chuckles ]

-Everyone, Rick is out of here.

[ Applause ]

-Yeah.

I got to be honest, guys...

I don't want to go.
- Ah.

You'll get home, friends and
family will throw you a party...

-You'll forget all about us.

-I don't think so.

- Ah, come here, pal.
- All right.

- Okay.
- Yeah. Thanks.

-[ Grunts ]

-Okay, guys. Thanks, guys.

[ Applause ]

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

[ Indistinct
conversations in distance ]

- Step in here.
- In here?

-Yeah.

-Hey. Thank you.

-Nobody knows you're
here with me, right?

-No, I'm here on
unrelated business.

I remembered you were
getting out, thought I'd say hi.

Take it your stay went well?

-I've been as happy here
as I've ever been in my life.

-That's...

a better reaction
than I expected.

- Any word on Amara?
- No, but do me a favor.

If you notice anything
unusual when you're out, just...

give us a call.

-I just spent a year in
prison to throw people off.

You're not telling
me I'm in danger.

-Not necessarily.

I mean, Amara's put
out hits on a few people,

but there's no reason to
think that you're on her list.

-Hits on who?

-Just call us if
anything comes up.

Better to err on
the side of caution.

- So, you haven't seen them.
- I've heard they're good.

-Just "good"? Okay.

-[ Chuckles ]

"What could have been a
campy B-movie, or worse,

an earnest,
derivative screed..."

What's a screed?
- Screed...

It's like a thorny plant,
lives in the desert...

-"...derivative screed,
is instead an emotionally

resonant exploration
of love and bravery

in the modern age.

Not to be missed."

"Instead of making a desperate
play for the viewer's attention,

'Wylderness' starts quietly,
yet we never look away,

a credit to the
sure-handed filmmaking."

- "Sure-handed"?
- Dad, they love it.

-I mean, these
are early reviews.

Let's see what the others say.

-I'm proud of you.

And so is Mom.

As soon as it comes out,
we're all gonna go see it.

-How is your mum?

-Think she's gonna call you.

But her and Philip are engaged.

-Isn't that something.

She in the back room?

Why didn't she want to
give me the news herself?

It's okay. It is.

You like him, right?

-He's nice to Mom.

-How's he with you?

-He's nice.

Kind of boring...
[ Both chuckle ]

But he's got a boat.

- What kind of boat?
- I don't know boats.

Medium-sized?

Took us to Catalina.

-I thought your mom
hated being at sea?

-Yeah, she spent the
whole trip trying not to puke.

-[ Laughs ]

Oh, and she's gonna
spend a whole marriage

feeling slightly seasick?

-Well, I guess
she's okay with that.

-I guess so.

Is there only one? Come
on, there's one more.

[ Cellphone rings ]

- Hello?
- "An emotionally resonant film

about love in the modern age.

This is not to be missed."

- I saw that.
- "We can't look away,

not even for a moment.

Our hearts will not allow it."

-For someone with
no Internet access,

you're very up to
date on reviews.

-On the glowing
reviews, April. On the...

Hey, when you were making
those films with Vin Diesel,

were you getting
reviews like these?

-Some critics actually
like explosions.

But, uh, Miles, I, uh...

I have to...
- What about theatrical release?

Feels like, with
press like this,

we should be in
more theaters, right?

-Miles I have some
really shitty news.

Like, I can barely say this.

- What?
- Laurence filed with the PGA

to have your name
taken off the film.

-[ Chuckles ]

What... What do you mean?

He can't take my
name off the film.

It must be in the contract.

-Contractually, he can do it.

And he's on the
board of the PGA.

Miles, I freaked out
when I found out.

I called Laurence,
and I called the union.

No one understands how
much input you've had on...

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[ Telephone rings ]

-Laurence Budd's office.

[ Telephone beeps ]

Uh, it's Miles Daly.

-Miles Daly?

From, uh, prison?

-Yeah, recording says
it's a collect call from Miles

at the Porterville
Federal Penitentiary.

-Amazing. Amazing.

Okay. Uh, I'll
accept the charges.

-Laurence. Thanks
for taking the call.

-Thank you for reaching out.

-I just wanted to congratulate
you on "Wylderness."

From what I understand,
it's a very successful film.

Another feather in
your well-feathered cap.

- That's very kind.
- Of course.

I've learned so much
from you already.

Can't wait to put
it all into practice.

-Well, I'm sorry
you weren't around

for more of the filmmaking.
- Me too.

-But down the road, if
you ever need anything,

a recommendation,
an introduction...

-Yes, I know you have
friends in very high places.

Don't you golf with
the Attorney General?

-Where did you hear that?

-I've met some fascinating

people myself this
last year, Laurence.

Maybe someday we
can all get together.

- We'll see.
- Yeah, I think there's gonna be

a lot you're gonna
be able to do for me.

- Is there.
- You know what I love the most

about you, Laurence?

You've got balls.

-What?

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[ Dog barking in distance ]

-Thank you.

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[ Keys jingle ]

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[ Button clicks ]

[ Phone ringing ]

-It's Kevin. I'll
get back to you.

Thanks. [ Phone beeps ]

-Hey, it's, uh, dad.

I'm home.

I, uh...

I don't know if you...
You got my messages.

Martha said that
you might be in LA.

But, uh, maybe...
Maybe you're out of town.

Anyway, uh...

give me a call sometime.

I don't have a lot scheduled.

[ Telephone beeps ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

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[ Door creaks open ]

[ Door closes ]

Hey!

-I got something
for you from Amara.

-Oh, fuck. No, no, no!

No, no!
- Hold on.

Calm down.

She's waiting for you.
- What?

-Ticket to
Guatemala, first-class.

- Amara's in Guatemala?
- I guess.

She said to give you this,
and she would have someone

meet you at the airport.

-It's one-way.

You talk to her?
- Not often.

- Is that hair real?
- No.

-Looks real.

-Have a good night.

-Wait, wait. Wait.

Want to have a drink?

One thing I couldn't
get on the inside.

I got vodka, got scotch.

-Vodka.

-Yeah. Yeah.

Here.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Laurence, Laurence! Laurence.

The buzz for this
film is so good.

Are you at all worried
about living up to the hype?

-Well, it's a... It's a
great problem to have.

I think people make
up their own minds.

Oh! Here's our "Emile,"
the fantastic David Oumou.

Look at him, fantastic.
Just stay right here.

We were thinking,
let's make a genre film

that is about character,
that goes deeper than usual.

April. April Quinn...

She's worked on this
film from its conception.

April, let's take pictures, eh?

- No, I'll leave you to it.
- Uh, thanks, everyone.

Excuse me.

-David! David.

David, this is McG.

- Brother, I am such a fan.
- Thank you so much.

-David's doing a project
with Jennifer Lawrence.

- Oh.
- Actually, we had a conflict.

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no. I'm gonna iron that out.

McG here made a
whole bunch of those

"Charlie's Angels" movies.
How awesome is that?

He's working on... is
it four? Number four?

-Well, you ever do get
busted... God forbid...

I recommend King Bush Prison.

Amenities, great people.

I can't say enough about it.
- Okay.

-So, what have you been doing?

-I was a bouncer in San Pedro.

- Why didn't you go with Amara?
- Man, she barely made it out.

And Guatemalan
jungle, that's not my thing.

[ Jazz music plays ]

You gonna use that ticket?

-Well, I gotta level with you...

It's a nice gesture, but, uh...

Amara's had a lot of
other boyfriends, right?

And those relationships
did not end very well.

-But, she didn't marry them.

You got way more of a
connection than those guys.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Thanks for the drink.

-Hey.

I got a frozen Shepard's
Pie, if you're hungry.

Hmm? About to heat it up.

-No, thanks.

You take care.
- Okay.

[ Door opens, closes ]

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[ Car engine starts ]

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-And, of course, I
can't take all the credit.

Um, we all know the
massive amount of people

who lend their efforts to
projects of this magnitude,

beginning with our amazing
director, Cath Nardini...

[ Cheers and applause ]

our stellar cast...

-This guy is the
embodiment of evil.

- He is a douche.
- Stop humble bragging,

you arrogant fuck. [
Cellphone vibrating ]

- the story is very
complex. It's very deep.

- Hey, buddy.
- I saw you called.

You at the premiere?
- I am.

Hold on.
- What's that in the background?

-Uh, you know, just
people making speeches.

-How lovely.

-Can we just stop and
appreciate something?

You weren't happy when
"The Admiral's Mistress"

came out because maybe
it wasn't the greatest movie.

But everybody... I
mean everybody...

Who has seen "Wylderness"
says that it is the shit!

And, yeah, maybe your
name's not on it, and...

And that's crazy, but
at least now you know

that you can do this.
You got a gift, brother.

-Is anyone there
talking about me?

-No, they're too busy
listening to that bald,

grandstanding asshole.

-Let Laurence take his bow.

He's earned it.

-How's that?

-Man makes his own movies,
he doesn't compromise,

and he's fucking ruthless.

I find that shit inspiring.

I've been telling myself
what we do and what they do

in Hollywood is basically
the same thing, only it's not.

'Cause a man like Laurence,
he has no conscience, no honor.

Maybe that's what's
been holding me back.

When I get out, anyone
who gets in my way

deserves what's
fuckin' coming to them.

-Right.

Okay, well, I can see that
you're in a pretty dark place,

so, I'm not gonna blame you.
But you want to hear something?

Here. I want you
to listen to this.

[ Cheers and applause ]

That's for you, man.

For a movie that you made!

[ Cheers and
applause continues ]

-Yeah.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Electricity humming ]

-It could use some
furniture and some paint.

-That chair's cute.

-Oh, thanks. Yeah.

Well, you have to
start somewhere.

-Well, Gladys worked for Rick,
and that place was a dump.

-Do you remember
that bathroom door...

[ Banging on window ]
- Hey, Jim!

Jim! Stay right there!

I'll be right back.

-I have no idea.

So, how are you guys doing?

-Oh, well, we're
talking real estate, too.

Looking at houses.
It's all so pricey.

- I know.
- So...

when would I start?

-As soon as you can.

Right now, it's just me.

I know this is a day
job, and you're a singer,

and it's a new company,
so it could be a total disaster,

but I would give you
more responsibility

than you had with
Rick, and I pay better...

-You don't have
to sell me on it.

I'm excited.

-Really?

-Hey, Jim.

It's Louis.

And this is Wyatt.

I'm David Oumou's manager.
We met at the premiere.

-Right, right.

-Now, I know that David is
under contract with you guys.

-Oh, we're looking
forward to working with him.

-Yeah, he can't do it.

He got a film...

with Jennifer Lawrence.

There's no way he
can pass that up.

- What was your name?
- Louis.

-'Cause we went over
it with David's agents.

This contract is fin...
- Here's the thing, Jim.

I'm not like David's other reps.

This will get ugly really quick.

So just find someone
else for the role.

There's not that many lines.

Right? Right?

He agrees.

[ Baby coos ] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Excuse me.

Will you be having
dinner tonight?

-Yes, uh...

I'll have a glass of
Cabernet and the lamb.

-Sorry, lamb is the
northbound flight.

We have filet mignon.
- Ah, even better.

-Try the lamb on the way back.

-I don't know when
I'll be coming back.

-Oh. Do you live in Guatemala?

-No, I've never been.

-But you're not coming back?

-Well, I hope to come back.

-I'll get your wine.

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-What?

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-This is Laurence Budd.

Was my security
system armed last night?

Because I was home, asleep, and
somebody broke into my bathroom!

My bathroom. That's right.

Well, they moved things
around and they... they...

left something.

Oh, I don't know.

It's... Uh,
it's... It's... It's...

Aah! [ Glass shatters ]

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

-Daly, get down.

- Everything all right?
- Get out here.

Cuff up.

-There a problem?

-You tell me.

-That's not mine. I've
never seen it before.

[ Door buzzes ]

[ Keys jingle ]

Next time, maybe
you think twice.

-Surprise!

[ Laughter ]

-Your face! You look like...

-What the fuck's going on?

-They're here to see your movie.

-Shit. How did you...

-April got a copy to our
boy from the outside.

Here you go.

- What is this?
- It's pruno.

Makes it in his toilet, but
it gets you high as shit.

-Yeah, I don't doubt it.

- Salud.
- Salud.

-All right, let's
start the movie!

Gotta be done before lights out.

-Check that.

-Is that a tattoo
or a fuckin' lesion?

- It's "Capotillo."
- Uh-huh.

-I'll get it touched
up when I get out.

I'm running with them now.

On the outside, I'm gonna
be a junior lieutenant.

- Can I say, you've earned it.
- Thank you, man.

Whoo!
- Sneaky motherfuckers.

Fuckin' talking to you
and you said nothing.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Thank you for this.

-Guys are excited.

-They helped make it happen.

-So, when's our next
trucking contract?

-We'll find some business,
if that's what you want.

A fuckload more.

-Hey, if you got any
ideas, I'm listening.

-Oh, I have ideas.

-All right, movie's up.

Hit the lights.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

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[ Cheers and applause ]

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[ Control Machete's
"Si Senor" plays ]

[ Man rapping in Spanish ]

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[ Dog barking ]

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