Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Banana Split - full transcript

-Previously on "Get Shorty"...

-You found me.

-Pretty easy once I
figured out who you were.

-So, you know I have a husband?

-Then why aren't you hanging up?

-This happens once.
One time and never again.

-The Feds aren't after us.

They're after Amara.

They're after La Capotillo,
and they're hoping

to use my film project
to make those arrests.

So, really, we do have leverage.



What if we just
stay out of their way

while they build their case?

-I can't be a fucking rat!

Even if it is just looking
the other way, I can't do it.

Which means you
can't do it, either.

-Full immunity, in writing,
for myself and Louis Darnell,

without having to testify.

I had a sit-down with Laurence
Budd about "Wylderness" today.

The location that we
need is not available

until two years from now.

-You want a month of full
access to an active military base?

-Well, would you like the usual?

-You know what? Surprise me.

-On Tuesday nights,
my housemates and I



go to this place called
the Smokehouse.

Maybe I'll see you
there sometime.

-You bought product
from another supplier.

You had to know it
would end this way.

[ Machine gun
firing, tires screech ]

-What did he do?

-Tried to sell to your
auntie, that's what he did.

-Does my tia know?

-She will soon.

-Turns out Yago
is working with L.A.

-I know. Why does
he work on my movie?

-L.A. is just an investor.

I don't know what
their arrangement is

with Yago exactly, but we
all are in business together.

♪♪

-Athletes, here we go.
In four, three, two, one.

Chest up. Chest up.

Okay, let's take those
RPMs into the 90s.

Come on!

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hips back. Pull 'em
back. [ Ringing continues ]

Core engaged.
Nice and lifted, hold.

Beautiful. Right there.

-[ Speaks Spanish ]

-No. [ Speaks Spanish ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Classical music playing ]

[ Door creaks ]

♪♪

-Oh, good. He's here!

[ Windows creak ]

-You made it.

[ Sighs ]

[ Birds chirping ]

-We slept late.

Coffee?

-Beautiful house.

And I look up, and there's a
guy standing in the window.

And the fuckin' guy is me.

So, we take an instant
liking to each other.

-What does it mean?

- Too much rich food before bed.
- No.

It's... It's trying to
tell you something.

-Okay.

Maybe it's about moving on.

-Mm.

Or maybe your future
self in your future house.

-That house? Come on.

-Yeah. Why not?

-'Cause I'm happy where I'm at.

I don't need to be
a Hollywood A-lister.

I don't have the
connections, for one thing.

-Mm. Connections are easy.

- Oh, are they?
- Mm-hmm.

-You were in my dream.

I just... Yes.

I think...

I didn't see your face, but...

Yes, from behind.

-[ Chuckles ]

- He's back tonight.
- The husband?

-Mm-hmm.

-Give him my love.

-There is a party that we
could go to Wednesday night.

-Is that wise? Me
and you at a party?

-Hmm?

Well, I'll just introduce
you as my friend.

-Oh, that's good. No
one will see through that.

-I'll text you the address.

-Okay.

-Bye.

-So, move the appointment.

-I would, but the doctor's
going on vacation,

and he wants to check the
shoulder, X-rays, whatever.

-I need you at this meeting.

-Oh, no. You're
going to be great.

You got Miles there, April.

Promise, I'm gonna
be at the next one.

It's gonna be good.

Hey, Ed.

- What?
- L.A. reached out.

They know we're doing
business with El Paso.

-So?

-They say we need to be
gone from L.A. by tonight.

-Gone from L.A.?

-Said if we don't do
business with them,

then we lost L.A. privileges.

-L.A. don't want to fight.

They have more to lose.

-We can go home for a while.

Things have cooled off.

And maybe we don't go
to this production meeting.

We just lay low for a while.

-I am going to this
fucking meeting.

-All right, honey.

Say hi to everybody, and, uh...

♪♪

See you tonight.

♪♪

♪♪

-Hello. I'm Emily.

-Yago.

I'm supposed to
oversee all this.

The movie?
- Oversee?

-No, I mean, like... the money.

- You're with the investor.
- That's it.

-So good to meet you.

A few minutes and
we'll get started.

- Okay.
- Morning, Emily.

You look nice.
- Thanks.

- Morning.
- Morning, Miles.

-Great room.

Can you believe this?

- Here we go.
- We got coffee.

We got Yago.

Looking dapper.

-Dapper?

-Are you sure you
want to sit there?

Amara comes in, finds
you at the head of the table...

-That's her problem.

-Is it worth it, though?

-They already saw me sit here.

I'm not moving now.

-Thanks so much.

- Louis.
- Hey.

- Hey, April.
- Hi.

-Can I ask what...
What you're doing here?

- For the meeting.
- Right.

-Yeah.

-Can we chat outside?

-You offered me a job
as associate producer.

-Which you turned down.

-Not exactly.

-[ Scoffs ]

I thought maybe when you
told me to stay the fuck away,

that was a form of a rejection.
- No, no, no, no!

Don't confuse my feelings
about you personally with this job.

-[ Chuckles ]

You want me to work with you

while also staying the
fuck away from you?

-Look.

[ Clears throat ]

Gladys knows I'm
not writing anything.

-Hmm.

-If I'm a producer, she'll
stop asking questions.

-[ Scoffs ]

-Yeah, she's asking
a lot of questions.

-Lu, I would love
your help on this.

Even more so if you were
just a bit less angry and hateful.

-You know what you did.

-Look how close we are, man.

And if this all works out...
If this fucking works out, Lu,

Amara goes down,
we walk free, just...

Just think about that
future for a second.

-You don't know
that that could...

-Two family men making movies
without asking for permission.

-No!

You don't get to
work shit out with me.

We're not on those
terms anymore.

-That's disappointing.

I better go in.

You want to work on this
movie, you got to read the script.

- Okay.
- All of it.

-[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Why does Yago sit there?

-Where?

At the head?

-The head.

He think it's his movie.

-Or he... He just,
you know, sat down.

-We don't leave L.A.

We stay here.

-'Cause of this?

I can get him to move.

-Fuck Yago, and fuck L.A.

I never leave.

♪♪

-Tia.

♪♪

-Oh, here he is.

-Hello, hello, everyone.

Hi. And you are?

-Amara.

-Amara. Laurence. Hi.

Hey.

- Ed.
- One more time?

- Ed.
- Ed. Hey.

Hello, Ed. And...?
- I'm Yago.

-Unlimited Limited, there he is.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, you're all in
excellent hands with April,

who's the best
executive in this company.

Only I never said that.
- [ Chuckles ]

And, of course, our amazing
director, Cath Nardini.

We are so grateful
you're doing this.

-Thank you for the opportunity.

-And the great
cinematographer...

I don't see Amir.

-Amir Khondji.

He went home to
see his mom in Iran.

Ended up on the no-fly list.

-Our D.P.?

I've been... I've been
watching his stuff, he's perfect.

-Yeah, I haven't been
without him in years.

-Well, we have calls
into Homeland Security

to get him a special visa.

- So far, no luck.
- Yeah, this is disappointing.

-I mean, if you want,
I can look into it.

-Well, uh, you were able
to get us an army base.

If you can wrangle us a visa...

-No promises.

[ Laughter ]

-Okay.

-Okay, should we
talk about casting?

-Yeah. Was a long time ago.

- Have good stories.
- Been around.

Thank you.

Yeah. Here you go.
- Cheers.

-[ Chuckles ]

-Do you ever open up
your eyes in the morning

and the first thing
you think about is

the drink that you're going
to have at the end of the day?

-You know, they
have programs for that.

-I mean, I was
excited about this.

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, me, too.

So, um, you studied Korean?

-Yeah. I wanted
to be a diplomat.

Don't laugh.

-Oh, you'd be a great diplomat.

Say something. Say
something in Korean.

-[ Laughs ] What does it mean?

- I'm not telling you.
- [ Laughs ] Okay.

So, should we
order food this time?

Do you think we're
ready for that?

-Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?

You decide. I'm
gonna be right back.

But, um, I wouldn't
order the fish here.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Soft music playing ]

-Rick?

What's good?

-Nothing. I mean...

All good, yeah.

- Wh... Amara's here?
- Nah, she's at a meeting.

-Oh, that's right, that's right.

'Cause I went to the doctor's...

Now I'm just getting
a drink alone, yeah.

I mean, lunch. What about you?

-My girl loves garlic bread.

Otherwise I don't fuck
with Burbank, you know?

-Right?

-Enjoy yourself.

-You, too.

- Wow, that was fast.
- We gotta go.

-I thought we were ordering.

-Listen, look, um...

I like seeing you.

I do, a lot.

Just...

This is not the
world's best idea.

- Well... Did I do something?
- No. No, no.

-Is it... I don't
know. Am I too...

-No, no, no, no.
You're... You're amazing.

If it was up to me,
I'd do this forever.

-You're with someone.

-It's... It's crazier than that.

It's just... Just believe me.

For your sake,
we... we can't do this.

-I get it.

-You... You... You really don't.

Maybe in a couple months.

-I'm gonna be on the
lot for the next few days

if you want to say hi.

♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

-You're stocked up.

Church banquet?

-Carb-loading teenagers.

-So...

-So, yes.

So, there's this
cinematographer, Amir Khondji.

Fuckin' brilliant, this guy.

You should watch his stuff.

Uses nature a lot in his work,
really captures the beauty,

but also the danger
of the world...

- Wait, wait.
- Yeah?

-Do you have something
that's relevant to the case?

-Without the film,
there is no case.

Amir, he's on the no-fly list.

Stuck in Iran.

Director won't work
without him, so...

Pretty essential.

-You said the army
base was essential.

- It was.
- Okay.

-Remember, you don't move in

until we're done
shooting, right?

-This investigation is
going to take six months,

probably longer.

- Sweet.
- Hold on!

Hold on.

So, I'm telling my boss
that you want a work visa

for an Iranian national
on the no-fly list.

-I do not take it for granted.

[ Engine starts ]

Cheers.

-♪ Every summer on vacation ♪

♪ Oklahoma was the destination ♪

[ Engine rumbling ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Indistinct singing ]

[ Motorcycle engine revving ]

♪ Baking Grandma's pecan pie ♪

♪ Fireworks on the 4th of July ♪

♪ Up all night and
no one gave a darn ♪

♪♪

- What the hell?!
- Hey! Hey!

♪♪

-Hey.

Something green
on that plate, please.

Tim was telling me
about a training camp.

-Summer club. Changed
Vanessa's game.

-You think Emma should go?

-Depends how
serious you want to get.

-Well, if it's something
the other girls are doing.

-Summer conditioning's
what you bring to winter.

D3 coach told me that.
- Huh.

-What are you talking about?

[ Cellphone ringing ]
- You going to supper club.

- What?
- Summer.

Summer club.

Hello?

Yeah, hold on.

One of the other parents
can't seem to find a building.

-Tricia Hunsacker?

She couldn't find her
way around a rotunda.

-Truck full of product
coming to us from El Paso.

They blew that shit sky high.

-You sure it was L.A.?

-They warned us
to leave by tonight.

-Then fucking leave.

Amara has no reason to be here.

- She thinks she does.
- The... The film?

Look, no offense,

but Amara's hardly
essential to the day-to-day.

-So tell her.

-The fuck I will.

-Tell her she can still be
a producer from Nevada,

and she can come
back when she's ready...

-Ed, Ed, this has
zero to do with me.

-You got Amara and
L.A. producing your movie.

-Yeah, but that's not what
they're fighting about, is it?

-Man, I need
your help with this.

-Hold on.

- Fresh air.
- Mm.

-All that freaking
estrogen in there.

You know, I used to have
a bachelor pad like this.

- Can I just have one sec?
- Sorry.

- Just...
- Yeah, go ahead.

-[ Chuckles ]

Still there?
- Mm-hmm.

-See if you can back channel
with L.A., negotiate terms,

and then tell Amara that it
was L.A. that reached out.

-So you won't talk to her.

-I'm trying to help.

-Man, fuck you.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

-You got a light?

Gonna kill half this doob.

Thanks, bud.

♪♪

-Hey, there.

♪♪

-How was your day?

-Oh, it was, uh...

Yeah, I just, you know, trying
to set up a couple new projects,

get more than one thing going.

Yeah. How about you?

-I am very stressful.

-Really?

How come?

-Don't matter.

I'm just glad to see you.

Come.

-[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

[ Moaning ]

♪♪

-Ricky...

♪♪

[ Choir vocalizing ]

-[ Moaning ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

-That was nice.

-Yeah, yeah, oh,
yeah, no, real nice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

-I've never heard of this movie,

but the photography
is beautiful.

-Feels like I'm
back in Tora Bora.

[ Lightswitch clicks ]

-Ma'am.

-New task force?

-Agent Buchholz and
Agent Ware were...

They were helping me decide
if I should pass a request along.

From Miles Daly.

-Doesn't need the U.S.
Capitol building, does he?

-No, but, uh, he'd like a
visa for a cinematographer.

-Iranian named Amir Khondji.

-What's a
cinematographer do again?

-A person who
oversees lighting, stuff.

-I made a folder.

-Aren't there people in this
country who can do that job?

-Yeah, it's, uh, just...

When we took a look
at Khondji's work, uh...

He... He's good.

-Does his being good advance
our cause in some way?

-That's... Probably not.

-So, let's stay
focused, shall we?

-Yes, ma'am.

[ Telephone rings in distance ]

-Was it everything you hoped?

-Totally. Thank you for hosting.

Trying to be one of the dads.

-Trying?

You know that I actually
am your dad, right?

-No, I mean, like,
field-hockey dad.

It's not an insult.

-Starting now, I intend to be
a proper field-hockey parent.

Chatting about D3 coaches,
and summer club, and tactics...

-You have that thing
with Mom tomorrow?

With the lawyers?

-Uh, yeah.

-Okay.

-Well, you don't...

You don't think that's
what this is, do you?

That I'm only
showing an interest

so I can use it in court?

Jesus, Emma, that's rough.

-I'm not... I'm not saying that.

I mean, I was, but I
wouldn't blame you.

[ Jazz music playing ]

-One thing has nothing
to do with the other.

-Okay, Dad.

♪♪

-Ah, very nice, thank you.

♪♪

Hey. Hey, look at this, huh?

Continental breakfast.
- Mm.

-I don't even know what this is.

-Ah...

[ Sniffles ]

You happy?

-Yeah.

I mean, I should eat
more fiber, but... but yeah.

-[ Chuckles ] Happy with me?

-Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

- So much business.
- Mm.

-I have to make time for Ricky.

But...

when the love is strong...

the man gets scared.

Is okay.

-What are we talking about?

-You have nice
clothes, nice car.

Girls throw themself at you.

-[ Laughs ]

Oh, well, that's...

That hasn't been my experience.

-Where I come from, the
woman fix the problem.

-But there's no problem.

-No.

-What?

-No rush. When you get a minute.

♪♪

[ Knife chopping ]

♪♪

-She call you?

-No, her people reached out.

-What does that mean?

-All I know is they're willing
to sit down and negotiate.

-If we sit down, I bring
backup, or I don't go.

-So, you want me
to call them back?

-[ Sighs ]

♪♪

♪♪

-One second, one second.
Uh, the girl that works here.

She said she'd be here today.
- I don't know her, man.

I'm normally up in Thousand
Oaks, and she didn't show.

-Did she call in sick?

-No. She flaked.

-I can't get ahold of her.

-Yeah, well, hey,
if you reach her,

tell her she's working
for me this weekend.

How can I help you?

[ Chatter ]

[ Ringing ]

- Hello?
- Hey.

Oh, someone's there.

- This the banana people again?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry to bother you, um...

-I told you, she
didn't come home.

-Didn't come home?

Who's this?
- Her roommate.

Who's this?

-Done.

-What do you think
of the tank scene?

-Oh, it's great.

-There is no tank scene!

-It's so long.

[ Phone ringing in background ]

Can we just move past this?

-How can you work on a film if
you don't know what it's about?

-Is there even gonna be a film?

-What does that mean?

-Did you hear what
L.A. did to Amara's truck?

-We've already got financing.

If the producers want to shoot
at each other, I say have at it.

-Really?

-We should be thinking
about what comes next,

'cause in six months' time,
they're all gonna behind bars.

That's an interesting
point, though,

that you make about the
script, in terms of the length.

-You wanted these
for David Oumou?

- Our Oumou?
- Yeah.

We made him an offer to
play the lead role in the film.

- Huh.
- He hasn't responded.

-You should drop these over.

- Me?
- Yeah.

-I'm the associate producer.

Shouldn't you get a P.A.
to do something like...

-Ah, but he loves you.

Ever since your words
turned him into a star.

-Hmm.

-Yeah, you should
drop these off,

tell him that you're now
working on "Wylderness,"

and see if you can
get him on board.

Yeah? Can you tell
Louis where to go?

All right, cheers.

♪♪

-Thanks.

♪♪

[ Phone ringing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Hey.

- Hey.
- You speak with Laurence?

-What about?

-He was amazed you
got the visa for Amir.

-Oh.

-Between that and the army
base, it's really impressive.

-Thanks.

-Kind of to the
point of bewildering.

-[ Chuckles ] Just
made a couple of calls.

-To Homeland Security?

-Yeah.

Whoever.

-Anyway...

Uh, we should go
over this budget.

-Sounds exhilarating.

-We could make it fun.

Get takeout, a bottle of wine...

-I'm afraid I-I can't.

I've got a thing.

-A date?

-[ Sighs ] Yes.

-That's great.

Um...

Good.

Well... Another time.

- Another time.
- Yeah. Have fun.

-[ Laughs ] This
is premium stuff.

How'd you know I like biscuits?

-Ah, just, you know, remembered.

Is this an espresso machine?

-Yeah, can you believe it?

One week, I'm making
foot-longs at Subway,

the next, I'm a gangster.

Bloody love America.

-Hey, you deserve it, buddy.

-Mm.

Huh?

-Yeah! Hey, can I have a cookie?

-Yeah, go for it.

-Anyway...

Yum.

About "Wylderness."
- Yeah.

Um, I hate to disappoint,

but my reps don't
want me to do it.

-Good script.

Lot of words.

-Yeah, I love the script.

It's just, my agents want
me on the superhero stuff.

You know, like...
Like Cumberbatch.

-Don't know what
"Cumberbatch" is,

but you have got to
do things you love.

You got milk?
- Yeah, yeah, it's just
in the fridge.

Yeah, I hear you
on the love thing.

-Mm-hmm.

-I just can't go against my
reps when they're breaking me.

-How much do you pay them?

-10%.

-Of your money?

-Well, that's the game.

-And you do all the work?

-No, they... they do some work.

I think.

I mean, I don't know
what my manager does,

but he gets 10%, as well.

-Holy shit.

Shouldn't they be asking
what you want to do?

[ Soft music playing ]

-So... between you and
me, I'm not exactly chuffed.

I'm getting offers.

I just need someone
to negotiate.

Mmm, you got to try
these. These are ridiculous.

♪♪

[ Door opens ]
- Sorry, that took a while.

- Yeah, what did you find out?
- Why don't you sit down?

-No, no, no, no. Tell me.

-We don't know anything yet.

She didn't come home last night,

but that doesn't
necessarily mean that...

-Yes, it does. Yes, it does!

That's what it means!

Amara had her taken out!

'Cause of me!

I got her killed.

-You can't blame yourself.

-If that's even what happened.

We don't know anything yet.

-This girl... She
was the sweetest kid.

She didn't have anything
to do with anything.

Except serving me
a fuckin' banana.

Amara's gotta be stopped.

- We're working on that.
- Okay, whatever I got to do.

I don't care what it is.

Tell me, and I'm
gonna do it, 'cause...

this has to stop now.

♪♪

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Hello.
- Hey.

A couple of things.

You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

-This place is amazing.

And the guy over
here at the table.

Is that that
producer, uh, Evans?

-Robert Evans, yeah.
This is his house.

- Shut up.
- Yeah.

Actually, Bob.
- No.

-Yes, come here. Bob,
this is, uh, Miles Daly.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello, Miles.

How do you know Jinny?

-She's a friend.

-Mm.

-You know, when
Jinny was 5 years old...

-Oh, this story.

- we were having an
Easter-egg hunt on the back lawn.

Except the adults were...

- You're up.
- Uh, to be continued.

- Want a drink?
- Please.

-Bob, we'll be back in a second.

-So, you used to
come here as a kid?

-Yeah.

You know my mom?
- Debra Schaffer.

-Yeah, well, she and my
dad used to bring us here

and let us fend for ourselves.

That is my mom.

♪♪

-With Jack Nicholson?

-Mm-hmm.

-I mean, I knew she was
a big deal, but this is...

You grew up with these people?

-[ Sighs ] Yeah.

-Must have been fun.

-[ Sighs ]

Sometimes it was fun.

No one is looking.

♪♪

Let's get you drunk.

[ Chuckles ]

The drinks are in here.

All self-serve.
- Nice.

-Brian. What are you doing?

-Just got off a plane,
came straight here.

I'm starving.

Ohh, come here, you.

These are weird leftovers.

-Hey.

Uh, I'm Miles.

-Hi, Miles. Where are you from?

-Here and there.

-Ireland by way of Nevada.

-Unusual.

Am I right that in Ireland, it's
rude to ask, "What do you do?"

-[ Chuckles ] Yeah, a bit.

-Miles is a producer.

He did a film called
"The Admiral's Mistress."

-Did you work on it?

-No, sadly.

- She is a brilliant designer.
- I believe that.

-Well, congratulations
on the film.

Is it good?
- Yeah.

-You... She hasn't seen it.

-[ Laughs ]

-It's what I would call
the... the result of hard work

and ruthless determination.

- Mm-hmm.
- Brian's a director.

-Ah. Anything I might have seen?

-"Scarface," "The
Untouchables," "Carrie"...

-You're not...[ Clears throat ]

You're Brian De fucking Palma.

Shit.

That's, uh...

I'm Miles.

I already told you my
name a minute ago, so...

Didn't need to do that.
That's cool. Big fan.

-You know, there's a film
I've been trying to get made

for like 10 years, and, um...

Well, I could use a producer
with ruthless determination.

Want to hear what it's about?

-Do I wa...

[ Clears throat ] Yes.

-Would you like to start?

-You ask for meeting.

-I'm sorry, I was told
this was at your request.

-Que?

-It's not important.

We're both here,

and I assume we both want to
resume a business relationship.

Is that correct?

-Maybe.

-Well, would you like
to begin with your terms,

or should I lay out ours?

Up to you.

-You first.

-Let's start with our
original agreement.

That we would be
the sole supplier

via trucking routes
from the West.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-[ Laughs ]

-I always wanted to
check this place out.

-Yo, Jacobo's down
with the owner here.

-Really?

-What's up, kid?

How you doin'?

Hey, these guys are with me.

What's happening?

Shit...

- That's Amara's guys, right?
- Shit.

- They your friends?
- Not anymore.

-Yeah, better not
see them inside.

-We got a sitdown
going on, all right, man?

Just cool it.

-Yo!

You gonna get us in?

-Sorry, man.

-Hey. Is that my shirt?

-What?

-That is my shirt. I've
been looking for that.

-This is not yours.

-Label say "7 Diamonds," right?

I kicked you out, you went
into my closet and took my shirt?

Man, that's fucked up.

-Well, you didn't kick
me out. I moved out.

- Yo, yo, yo.
- What's he saying?

-Nothing. Some
bullshit. Let's go.

-You got something to say?

- What? [ Speaking Spanish ]
- Come on, come on.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey!

-Break it up!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Gunshot, screaming ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Horn honks ]
- Heffa!

Heffa!

[ Grunts ]

Your friends are dead, man.

- They're not my... friends.
- I don't know!

-We need a fucking
ambulance, man.

- [ Groans ]
- Stay still, man, stay still!

-If a probationary period
is genuinely on the table,

we opt for six months
at 5%. [ Cellphone rings ]

-3.

-With all due respect, you're in
no position to negotiate terms.

-[ Whispering ]

[ Cellphones ringing ]

-There was a
shooting at the club.

♪♪

-We agreed to a cease-fire.

Either this was planned,

or you simply have no control
over those in your employ.

-What?

-We require you to leave Los
Angeles, effective immediately.

Do you understand?

I'm gonna miss these
delightful conversations.

♪♪

-Tomorrow...

I get to tell Emma that her
dad is kicking around an idea

with the man who
made "Scarface."

-Well, he did tell you that he's
been working on it for years,

so, it's...

-Are you jealous

of how close Brian De
Palma and I have become?

Is that what this is?

You have fancy friends.

-Yeah, I guess so.

-I take it they all
know your husband.

-They do.

-Can I ask an
indelicate question?

Are you trying to
break up your marriage?

-Probably.

You'd like Greg, actually.

He's funny.

Successful...

[ Sighs ]

Can't tell if I'm
falling out of love

or I'm too fucked
up to be happy.

I mean, my parents, they
didn't even hide their affairs.

But if I'm imitating them,
then how boring is that?

- [ Chuckles ]
- I got to go.

-Hold on.

Thanks for tonight.

-It was fun.

[ Upbeat music
playing in background ]

♪♪

-Congratulations on the film.

-Oh, thanks, Brian.

You think I should send
Emma to summer club?

-Well...

Summer conditioning is
what you bring into winter.

-That's what I've heard.

-[ Sighs ]

Oh, I love your house.

[ Chuckles ]

-This isn't my house.

-Sure it is.

You made it.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Clattering ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Thanks, everyone,
for your time.

This meeting represents
the last opportunity

for both parties
to work things out

in the hopes of avoiding
going before the bench.

Mr. Daly, we'll start with you.

-Yeah. Um...

[ Chuckles ]

My position's been the
same from the start, really.

I just, um...

I believe Emma would benefit

from having her
father in her life.

If Katie gets full custody,

I worry that she would restrict
access to my daughter on a whim.

For any reason...

-Miles is a criminal.

He works for a woman
named Amara De Escalones.

She runs a Nevada part
of the Capotillo Cartel.

Miles hurts people for a living.

He's been shot at least
twice, that I know of.

Keeps unregistered
guns in his home

in case people come after him.

If he insists on going to court,

I am willing to say all
of this in front of a judge.

♪♪

-Katie.

Katie, have you lost
your fucking mind?

What are you doing?

-This is your
decision, not mine.

-Do you have any idea what
will happen if you follow th...

-Your decision.

♪♪

♪♪

-Em?

[ Door creaks ]

[ Gasps ]

No...

♪♪

Ah!

♪♪

Emily.
- Yeah.

-Um... Uh, don't
use that bathroom.

-Why?

-Can we talk?

- Just waiting on the relay?
- Yes, sir.

-Got a call from
Homeland Security.

The Iranian cinematographer
is off the no-fly list.

-Mm.

-Didn't think you would
grant that request,

but you changed your mind.

-The quality of the movie is
irrelevant to the investigation.

-Right.

-But if it's being
made anyway...

-That was my thought.

- It's a good script.
- Very good.

-The last bit at the
end, with the girl...

-She reaches the coast.

-Very moving.

-The cinematographer,
Amir Khondji.

I don't know if you had a
chance to look at his work...

-Oh, it's beautiful.

-His use of contrast.

-I don't know what they call it,

but he feels right
for this project.

-Totally agree.

-Let's keep this between us.

-No question.

-And we're up. Live
feed from in her kitchen.

-So, where is fucking Peewee?

He tell me what happened,
or I come after him.

[ Television playing
in background ]

[ Knocking on door ]

-Lu?

I assume you still have a key.

[ Lock clicks ]

- Hey, man.
- You've actually stopped by.

Should I take that
as a good sign?

-[ Sighs ]

Oumou...

is over the moon
about the script.

I think he'll do it.

-Ah! There it is!

Why didn't you say
that on the phone?

-There's details
we need to go over.

-Ah, man, that's
fucking... That's great!

I'll tell April to get in
touch with his reps.

We should celebrate!
- I'm his reps now.

-I have ginger ale.

-Seriously.

I'm David Oumou's manager.

-You're what?

-Yeah, we were...

We were talking over cookies...
Which were fucking great...

And David was saying that,
uh, he can't stand his agent,

or his manager.

Job doesn't sound that hard.

So I said I'd do it.

-Be his manager.

-[ Sighs ] Okay, this
is a little awkward.

Um...

I know how bad you guys
want him for the movie.

It's a $30 million film...

So, I'm guessing you could
cough up a million bucks for Dave.

Oh, and I need an
executive-producer credit.

So, uh...

Should we talk about it, or...?

-Gonna say Yago was there?

-I think so.

-Fucking idiotas.

[ Sighs ]

Why they keep fucking up over...

[ Glass shatters,
machine-gun fire ]

[ Tires screech,
engine revs in distance ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- You all right?
- Fuck.

Fucking people.

♪♪

-Is everyone all right?

- Yeah.
- I'll check outside.

-Tell Inez to clean
all this up, huh?

Now. Before Ricky gets home.

And somebody fix those windows.

♪♪

Do it!

♪♪

-How soon can you move in?

A drive-by shooting.

We can't stand back and
watch while they drop bodies.

-No, of course not.

Just, we thought we'd
have six more months.

- We have a choice?
- No, sir.

Uh, we will get warrants and
coordinate a raid in 48 hours.

-Good.

-Whole new crew.

People they don't know.

-Why the fuck would we pay that?

-Because he is worth it.

-I...

I asked you to go over there
and offer a deal on our behalf,

and you switched sides!

-You said I should
think about my future.

-If I had known that your future
consisted of fucking me up,

I would've said nothing.

-[ Laughs ] You are one to talk.

- Okay.
- Oh, yeah.

- Here we go.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- You made me into a fucking rat!

-You know what?

Thanks for stopping by, Lu.

Don't let the door
hit you in the arse.

-I leave now,
offer's off the table.

-And I will take it up
with his actual manager,

whose number I have upstairs.

-She doesn't work
for him anymore.

- We'll see about that.
- Yeah.

Yeah, we will.

Fuckin' snitch.

-Hey! Okay.

You don't want to be part
of this deal with the Feds?

Fine.

I'll let them know
you'd rather do the time.

-You do that.

-You'd rather spend
15 years upstate

while your child grows up
without you and your "wife,"

if that's what we're
fucking calling her...

- Hey.
- You think that you have

the marital foundation
that she'll hold out?

That she'll spend the prime
of her youth waiting for you?

Or will another man
end up raising your kid?

♪♪

-♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ And left me cryin' ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ There's no denyin' ♪

♪ You'll feel blue ♪

♪ You'll feel sad ♪

♪ You'll miss the
bestest pal you ever had ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ Now, don't forget it ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ When you'll regret it ♪

♪ Someday, when
you grow lonely ♪

♪ Your heart will
break like mine ♪

♪ And you'll want me only ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone away ♪

-[ Sighs ]

Oh, shit.

♪♪

-[ Grunts ]

♪♪

-♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ And left me cryin' ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ There's no denyin' ♪

♪ You'll feel blue ♪

♪ You'll feel sad ♪

♪ You'll miss the
bestest pal you ever had ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ Now, don't forget it ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ When you'll regret it ♪

♪ Someday, when
you grow lonely ♪

♪ Your heart will
break like mine ♪

♪ And you'll want me only ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone
away, way, way, way ♪

-♪ Hey! ♪

-♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ And left me cryin' ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ There's no denyin' ♪

♪ You'll feel blue ♪

♪ You'll feel sad ♪

♪ You'll miss the
bestest pal you ever had ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ Now, don't forget it ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ When you'll regret it ♪

♪ Someday, when
you grow lonely ♪

♪ Your heart will
break like mine ♪

♪ And you'll want me only ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone away ♪

♪♪

-♪ After you've gone
and left me cryin' ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone away ♪

♪♪

-♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ And left me cryin' ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ There's no denyin' ♪

♪ You'll feel blue ♪

♪ You'll feel sad ♪

♪ You'll miss the
bestest pal you ever had ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ Now, don't forget it ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ When you'll regret it ♪

♪ Someday, when
you grow lonely ♪

♪ Your heart will
break like mine ♪

♪ And you'll want me only ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone
away, way, way, way ♪

-♪ Hey! ♪

-♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone away ♪