Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - What Else Did God Say? - full transcript
Rick comes to terms with the realization that Amara is alive and back in L.A.. Miles pretends to help Laurence with his HR problem before it leaks to the press.
-I promised Gladys that
I wouldn't risk doing time.
There's this guy at work,
made me look like an asshole.
Got to beat him at his own game.
-You should go.
-I thought we did a good thing
just now.
-Sorry, I just think
you should go.
Let's get the apartment.
-Awesome.
What changed?
-You have the ability
to solve problems
in ways that are unorthodox,
so if you're gonna
be useful here,
maybe we find something
along those lines.
-What are you doing?!
What Hey!
Somebody help
-It was morning.
That's when they come for us.
We run for three days, no water.
Nowhere I go is safe.
So I just keep fucking moving.
Is only one place for me.
That's here with you, Ricky.
-When I was in G in Guatemala,
there was a-a mass grave.
I thought you were...
-No, no, no, Federalés, they
they come, they
they take my money.
They take everything.
But I find a way out.
I always find a way out.
-Mi amor,what's wrong?
-No, it's just it's...
Wow.
Lot to process.
Who are the guys
that picked me up?
-Ciro.
He's friends with
people back home.
-And the Feds they they
don't know you're alive, right?
They're not trying to
-Don't worry about this
right now.
I find you, is all that matters.
Yeah?
-Yeah.
Yeah, you're here.
-Uh-huh.
-You're alive.
-Mm-hmm.
-It's It's amazing.
-So, I'll be, uh I'll come
right back as soon as I can.
-You're leaving?
-Well, I don't want to,
but I have appointments and
and people are gonna
know I'm gone.
-You just get here.
-But it's better that nothing
seems out of the ordinary,
right?
So just go I'll go.
I'll change my schedule,
and and then I'll
I'll come straight back.
-Ricky
-I'll ask the guys for a ride.
And I'll throw out the ashes
I got from Guatemala.
It's not you in there.
-When you come back?
-Before you know it!
-Excuse me.
Can I help you with something?
-Sorry, I thought, um
I thought you'd all gone home.
-Uh, I don't think we've met.
I'm Miles from
Ali Egan's office.
-Bet you got some stories.
-Ah, never a dull moment
with that one.
Yeah, I was trying
to get out of here,
and then she asked me
to pull up old crew deals
for "W2" budget prep.
Well, believe it or not,
she wants the whole 2018 slate.
-'Course she does.
Back row is last year.
Check section E.
-Life saver.
-Mm-hmm.
Is Ali making you get hercostume for the Halloween party?
-Bane of my existence.
-Wait till you see the contest.
She takes it very seriously.
-Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I'll get
fired if she doesn't win.
-Count on it.
-I-I don't know
if I caught your name.
-Brandi.
-Brandi.
-Yeah.
-That's a nice name.
-Listen, Brandi,
I'm gonna be here a while.
You don't have to stick around.
-Oh, right.
I'll let you have at it.
See you at the party?
-I'll see you at the party,
Brandi.
-Damn.
That was nice.
-You're sweet, you know that?
-The fuck?
Yo, it says I got a thousand
new Instagram followers.
-From my story yesterday.
I tagged you.
-Oh, shit.
-You'd get more followers
if you posted more.
-Yeah, I will.
Oh, I'm gonna be late for work.
Ah.
-Said you work in trucking?
-Uh, trucking management.
-Are you going in tomorrow?
I have a plus-one for this
brand event in Santa Monica.
-Uh, it's it's a work thing?
-Companies rent a house,
invite influencers over
for open bar, photo ops, DJ.
This one's for
Benefresh toothpaste.
-Yeah, that sounds lit,
but I can't go.
-Noon is when the tier-1
influencers show up.
My friend Jessie said
Redfoo might be there.
-Yo, I fuckin' love Redfoo.
-Sucks you can't go.
-I appreciate you saying that.
We'll talk soon.
-Do we need all these pans,
or can I Marie Kondo this shit?
-That was the president of OVUM.
The women's TV network
-"Where her stories come first."
-They want to acquire
my company.
-Holy smokes.
What does that mean?
-Uh, basically, they'd take over
and finance my projects.
-That's great.
-Is it?
I mean, they say
they want edgier material,
but most of what they do
is so cheesy.
Divorced mom in a small town
gets a second chance at love.
-And it happens to be Christmas.
-Won't everyone think
I sold out?
-You'll help OVUM
make better movies.
A new era of
feminist filmmaking.
Might as well hear them out.
Worst case, you can't
get your head around it.
Do you need to get that?
-Nope.
-Hey, it's Emma.
Leave a message.
- For fuck's sake.
-You okay?
-Not according to
the women in my life.
-Is Emma still mad
about Phat Vapes?
That name kills me.
-Let's go, Wyatt.
-Oh, wait, here.
I found his shoe.
-Oh, enjoy the early years, Lou.
Before they learn to
withhold their love.
-Hey, man.
-Look at this!
Miles said that you were out.
Come here. Come on, man.
Ah, come on.
Bring it in. Bring it in.
Mm!
-Hey, good to see you.
-Yeah.
So, what, are you just
coming by to say hi?
-Uh...
-Oh.
Is this a secret meeting inmy home that I'm not invited to?
-It's just
-No, no, no, that's fine.
That's fine,
'cause I got to go to work,
so just enjoy the facilities.
C Uh, could you
hand me my coat?
Just right there.
Just...
Good to see you, Ed.
-He'll get over it.
Alright, it's all in there.
Wait for my text, then call.
-Okay.
I got something for you, too.
From my guy at the gun shop.
Checked the registry,
said that Laurence bought
a handgun back in March.
-Will you look at that...
-Colt Commander 1911,
wood handle.
-Beautiful.
I just hope he doesn't
keep it in a safe.
-Yes, right...
Got it.
Okay.
Yep, I'll let him know.
Thank you.
Hi, sorry.
-Yeah.
How long's he been here?
-10 minutes.
Did you see my e-mail?
'Cause Nathan Harding's been
trying to reach you, and I
-No calls...while I'm with him.
-Okay, but...
-Hi.
When Elena said
you dropped down, I said,
"Keep him there
so I can say hi!"
You want a coffee or snacks?
-Uh, I'm fine, thanks.
-It's good to see you.
So, what, are you
in the neighborhood?
-Well, I just thought
we should talk in person.
Um, if we can...
-Alright, yeah.
Well, you know,
my door is always open.
-Right, well, um, first of all,
you're an amazing manager.
-Aw, thank you.
-When we started, you
you told me that I should
trust my gut,
focus on what I want to do.
-Look at where it got us.
-The thing is, um...
I think I should
stay with Kilbaine.
-No question.
-Really?
-You got to stay the course.
-Dude, th-that's really
cool of you.
-When we came to Kilbaine,
it was so we'd have more...
options, more firepower.
But it's still you and me,
right?
Doing this together...
-Bollocks.
Have they not spoken to you?
-Who?
-Mate, uh, you should talk
to someone in charge.
-Elena.
-Hm, yep?
-Who did you say was calling?
-Uh, Neal Harding.
-Who's that?
-HR.
-Buddy.
Am I being fired?
Okay, call the guy in props
and ask for something
less medieval-y.
-Less medieval-y.
-And, um, in the movie,
her skin is emerald green,
but this is, like
this is forest.
-Those are
two totally different colors.
-Yeah, can you go now
and exchange it?
-I can, but you asked me
to take notes on that call.
-You weren't here last year,
and a lot of people say
I should've won.
The contest is tomorrow.
-It's now my top priority.
-Thank you.
What are you gonna go as?
-Uh, to be honest,
I've never really been into
the whole...dress-up thing
-You have to wear a costume, orthe entire department looks bad.
I'm gonna think of something.
-Great. That's great.
-Hello, this is
Ali Egan's office.
-Hello, this is Hank Curtis
calling from The New York Post
for Ali.
-Yes, of course, Mr. Curtis.
Now, was that the New York Post
or The New York Times?
-Times,sorry.
-Very good. Please hold.
-What?
-Hey, Ali, I have a reporter
waiting on line one.
-Okay.
Hi. This is Ali.
-Miss Egan,
my name is Hank Curtis.
I'm calling from
The New York Times
in regards to a former employee
by the name of Tracy Martin.
Can you verify that Miss Martin
worked at Budd E. Boy
from July 2013 until
her dismissal in August 2016?
-Well, I mean, I didn't work
with her directly, but, yeah.
Why? What's this about?
-We're following up about
an HR complaint she filed
about the company's CEO,
Laurence Budd.
Do you have any information?
-Um...
So, this isn't my purview,
and if you want to know
about a dispute,
you have to call
Human Resources.
-Understood.
I appreciate your time.
Hey, babe.
Hey, babe.
Hey, babe.
-Hey, someone's home early.
I thought I'd catch you
at the office.
-Yeah, um, just...
working from home today.
-Oh, it's nice
they let you do that.
It's going well?
-Yeah.
Working on deals.
-How's my boy?
-He's going down for his nap.
How's my favorite Broadway star?
-Getting through previews.
I went up last night
in the love scene,
a line that I never
have trouble with.
I totally blanked.
It was so embarrassing.
-When you say "love scene,"
you mean...dialogue?
-I thought you read the play.
-I've been meaning to.
It isn't a sex scene...right?
Sort of, but it's way PG.
-You're kissing somebody?
-My co-star.
-In bed?
-Uh, it
We're under the sheets
pretending to have sex.
It's It's so not graphic.
House lights in five.
-Oh, I got to go.
H-Hey, don't worry
about that scene.
It's like comedy sex.
-Okay.
-Have fun working at home.
I'll try you tomorrow.
Bye. Mwah.
-Yeah.
-Mr. Daly.
-I'm sorry to bother you,
but there's something
you should know.
Actually, I'm gonna shut this.
Uh, has
has Ali been in touch with you
today?
-About?
-Huh.
We got a call this morning.
I-I was on the line,
so I heard most of it.
A reporter from
The New York Times
was asking about a woman called,uh, Tracy Martin?
And an HR complaint
filed against you.
-Uh...
Yeah, I vaguely remember Tracy.
Uh, I do not remember
an HR complaint,
and I should get back to this.
-Okay, then.
And if you were concerned
about that story getting out,
I'd do what I could to help.
-Mm-hmm, I said there is
no HR complaint,
but you bring it up again, so...-No, just
No, you know how theseaccusations can get out of hand.
-Yeah, I have a legal team.
Very good at keeping a lid
on things.
-Sure.
-Including assistants
who, uh, listen in on calls.
-We'll keep this between us.
-Excellent.
-I'm sorry.
I didn't, uh
I didn't mean to overstep,
but I just
I figured the fewer people that
knew about this, the better,
but, of course, the lawyers
you have at your disposal,
even with all their employees
and interns and whatnot,
I'm sure everyone
will be discreet.
I'll leave you to your work.
Fuck.
-I know. It's a dive bar.
But I believe there's
a cocktail menu somewhere.
-That's not why I came.
-Okay.
-The, uh, movie
with the writer you like,
who you want to write
"Wylderness II"...
-Yeah, Charlie Rudoff,
brilliant.
-I haven't watched it.
-Okay.
-I've been busy.
-Ah, with what?
-Got a call from OVUM.
They want to acquire my company.
The women's network?
-You're not
their target demographic.
-Are you?
"Wylderness" was a work of art.
You really want to
make holiday movies
about the true meaning
of whatever the fuck?
Come on. You got better stuff
ahead than that.
-I can't afford an office
behind Food For Less.
-Trust me, April.
We are gonna make some
inspired work together.
-No.
Miles.
I moved in with Judah.
-I
Can you not see that this
you and me
this is a good thing?
Can you not feel that?
-I can't do this with you.
-Why not?
-Because you're two different
people, okay?
One is charming and funny...
-So is the other.
-The other person
blackmailed me,
bled on my floor,
and spent two years in prison
for working with murderers
and drug dealers.
-You say that
like it's a bad thing.
Look, I served my time.
And now I have a real job.
-It's my fault for starting
something we shouldn't have.
-Don't say that.
-I have to go.
-Good night.
-Can I get another?
Hello?
-Enjoying your Friday night?
-Not really, no.
-Ah.
Listen.
Been thinking about
our conversation earlier,
and I think it bears
further discussion.
-If you think so.
-So meet me here tomorrow,
11:00 AM.
I'll text you directions.
Mm.
And if anyone,
and I mean anyone, asks,
you're coming in your capacity
as an assistant.
-Which is true.
-I'll see you then.
-Yeah.
Mm, hello.
-Hello.
-When you said you wanted
to leave last night,
I really thought you meant it.
-I did mean it.
-Is that right?
-Mm-hmm.
-Then why are
-Thanks.
Just so I'm clear,
Tracy Martin is a real person.
-Yes.
-But we're not gonna
contact her.
-No, no, we just need Laurence
to think we contacted her.
-I try not to judge people,
but spying on women while
they're in the bathroom?
That ain't right.
Damn.
-Well, would you look at
those symmetrical features.
I'd forgotten
what you looked like.
-It's better, right?
-I didn't say that.
Will you head into
the guest room?
I'll be in in a minute.
-No, you don't to leave
on my account.
Look, I know I made that speech
a while back
about going straight
for the sake of my family.
-Which I thought
made a lot of sense.
-It's a fucking disaster.
Not only do I have zero income,
I have more legal trouble
than I did with Amara.
-About the toaster pastry thing?
-They're telling me that
the guy needs a skin graft.
-Jesus Christ.
-The point is,
I want to come back.
So whatever you got
going with Capotillo,
whatever you're running
at Budd E. Boy, I am in.
Please, please do not
hold a grudge.
-Grud No, it's not
Why would there be a grudge?
Look, Lou,
I have some big plans,
of which you will be part,
but now isn't the right time.
-Come on.
-You're a fucking mess.
I'm sorry,
but you're a fucking mess.
I have my hands
in some delicate stuff,
and right now
you'd be a liability.
-I'm fine.
-First of all,
you need a lawyer.
You told Gladys
you were going straight.
What are you telling her?
-I'm not.-You're n You're just gonna
just gonna lie all day every day
about everything.
No, that's not a plan.
You haven't
thought this through.
- Maybe not.
-Look, you'll get yourself
sorted out,
and when you do, I willwelcome you back with open arms.
I love you, buddy.
-I know.
Let me know how you get on.
-What's up, guys?
I'm Teala,
and I'm here at
the Benefresh Hang House
with a new line
for dental hygiene,
and, guys,
things are popping off.
We got Lark and Daniel
ready for battle
with the new Tartarsmart Brush
by Benefresh.
And go!
-You think it's lame.
-I mean, who even
are these people?
-That girl
three million followers
on Instagram,
a million more on YouTube.
-Damn.
-My friend Josh,
Benefresh pays him
15 grand per post.
-Per post?
Get the fuck out.
-Here.
-And this mouthwash
it's gonna protect you fromgingivitis and from tooth decay.
I swear, I use this stuff
every single day,
and you guys are going to
flip for it.
Here we go!
-They're paying 15 Gs for that?
-Not bad, right?
-Yeah!
-Whoo!
-Benefresh!
-Yeah.
-Fuck you at?
-I'm running late.
I told Chewy
to start without me.
-Not how this works, dawg.
You at a party?
It's not even noon.
-It's one hour, tops.
I'll be right there.
-Hey, you want to meet Josh?
-Oh, it's the back-flip guy?
-Yeah.
-Pff, let's do it.
-Lot of graphic novels.
But not none of them
are Marvel...
-Hello, everyone.
-...but, uh
Ah, Miles.
I'll be right with you.
You hungry?
Evette made, uh,
Cantonese-style porridge,
fish balls...
-I'm fine.
-Ah.
So, uh...
...despite what
the Timesreporter said,
uh, I did nothing wrong.
-Oh, I believe you.
-But the lawyers don't always
keep quiet...
So, hypothetically, if we wantedthe source of the article
to retract her statement,
you know,
how could that be achieved?
-Better if I don't say.
You need deniability.
As far as you know,
it just went away on its own.
-W-We're not talking about...
harming anyone physically.
-No, no.
-Right.
-Not at this point.
-Well, I mean, if she thought
it was on the table,
I suppose it would be okay,
right?
-I'll start off friendly,
see where that gets us.
-Ah.
-Is this still hypothetical?
-If you get results,
okay, what exactly
would you expect in return?
You know,
a guy just out of prison...
to have the trust of
someone like you is enough.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I mean, I don't believe you,
but, uh, that's that's fine.
Her name's Tracy Martin.
She's a vindictive nightmare.
That's her cell number, home,
work address,
and the sooner
this is handled
-Agreed.
-Okay.
Well, see you at
the Halloween party.
Which, uh, I detest
but is good for team morale.
-Mm.
-Evette.
Can't hear me.
Just got to Evette!
-Right through there.
-Thanks.
-Laurence is ready.
-Well, that's not the bathroom!
-There's one by
the front entrance.
-Ah, someone sent me
down this way.
But he was speaking Cantonese.
-It's ready!
- Okay.
-Ricky!
-Come in.
What's this?
-I was thinking about Guatemala
and how happy we were,
you and me in that hut,
and I just thought we could
have Guatemala in your room.
-Oh, mi cielo.
-And I'm sorry I took off
the other night.
I'm thrilled you're back.
It's just
It's a lot to process.
Being on the run,
what that means...
-This house is just for now.
-Sure.
-Mm-hmm.
-And, meanwhile,
we got the jungle.
-After you, m'lady.
-I'm glad you called.
-I appreciate this.
I'm working through something.
-You mentioned a marital issue.
-So, lying to your wife
is a sin.
-Dishonesty of any kind.
-But there have to be
exceptions.
Like, if the only way
you can provide for your family
means you have to lie?
-Why would that be the case?
-I'm going back into a line of
business that I used to be in.
Which requires that
I do things that she...
wouldn't approve of.
-What kinds of things?
-That's really not the issue.
-Seems important if you want
absolution for a lie.
-No, I've already worked that
out with the Heavenly Father.
It's the same business that
my dad and my uncle were in,
and they were very devout
-If you won't open up to me,
I-I can't help you.
-Yeah.
It's complicated.
-And if you're using
God's teachings
to justify your sins
-You mean like you
and Elder Kimble's wife
taking those long
"prayer walks"?
-We're done here.
-I didn't mean that.
That's Bishop?
This is important.
-Appreciate you stopping by.
-I am a member of your flock
in a time of need,
and you're gonna walk away?
You want to know
the business I'm in?
You don't help me,
and I'll show you.
-I'll help.
I'll help.
-We were discussing my wife.
-Yes.
Well, um, in the
in the book of Nephi, God says,
"All who know their hearts,
they are honest
and accepted of me."
Meaning that if
if your intentions are good...
-Uh-huh...
-...then God will...forgive?
-God will forgive?
Really?
Because I do know my heart.
-Well, there you go.
-So, um,
what else does God say?
-Miss Quinn?
They're ready for you.
-Great.
-Miles!
Miles.
What are you
What are you,
just a chest of drawers?
-I'm a one-night stand.
Get it?
-Kind of, yeah.
That's cute.
-Hey!
-Oh.
Ali, holy shit.
-I mean, am I gonna win
this holiday or what?
-To think we almost went with
a different body paint.
So glad we went with
the emerald.
Uh-oh.
-So, are these safe to open?
Or you going commando?
-Anybody want a drink?
-...impressed, maybe both?
Have a good time.
Okay, now what's
I don't What is this?
-I spoke to Tracy.
It was definitely her
that called the Times.
-Alright, let's talk about
this later, alright?
-Okay.
Yeah, no, that's fine.
But it didn't go well.
-Wait.
Tell me.
-I tried to talk her down,
but, Jesus, I mean,
she is out for blood.
-Shit.
-She just kept saying,
"He has to pay.
He needs to pay."
I thought she was gonna
ask for money,
but I think she just wants
she just wants to
see you crucified.
-If she wants war,
I will go after her,
her family,
her pathetic fucking career...
Annette.
Annette, how's it going?
How you doing?-Good. This is my husband, Brad.
-Husband Brad, how are you?
Good to see you.
Hey, be careful of this one
right here.
-Happy Halloween.
-Yeah, you, too.
-Tracy doesn't want your money.
But you could make
a charitable donation,
maybe to a cause
that's for women?
-Interesting.
We did a Christmas drive
for a-a women's shelter
or "Hope Foundation,"
something like that.
-Yeah, write a check
for 10 grand?
-$20,000. $20,000.
You tell Tracy that I will
give her $20,000 if
-Yeah, okay, quiet, everybody.
Quiet. It's time for
the costume contest.
-Here we go.
To be continued.
-Before we start,
we're gonna have a few words
from the president...
-Excuse me, excuse me,
excuse me.
-...Laurence Budd!
-You know, uh, everybody
talks about the Oscars
eh, Oscars, right?
But I think we've got the bestparty in Hollywood here tonight.
-Oh, Ricky,
you even did the candles.
-Yeah. Electric ones.
Real ones would be a hazard
with this net here.
You know, um, when I came back
from Guatemala,
I made a list of all the things
that I loved about our place.
-Aww. I want to see the list.
-Yeah. Well, I actually wrote
a whole screenplay.
-A movie?
-Yeah, yeah,
but I-I threw it away,
'cause it turns out
you're alive,
and we don't draw attention
to ourselves.
-I want to read it.
-Okay, okay,
but that's not my point.
I had an idea.
What if we found
a version of our hut
right here in California?
Somewhere remote, in the woods.
You could go outside
without being spotted.
-In the woods.
-With me.
I love being with you.
-Hey, also, um
and this is your call
we could sell
the engagement ring
and then use all that money
-Oh, I give it away.
-What do you mean?
-The people who bring me
to the US,
I had to pay them.
-With that ring?
-Mm-hmm.
-Whoa.
O-Okay.
Uh Uh, I mean,
it was worth 130 grand.
-No.
-Yeah.
I mean, it's fine.
It's fine.
-Oh, shit.
-Know what? It got you here.
-I did not know this.
-No, no, it's good. It's good.
-Oof.
-Okay.
Okay, well...
I have prospects.
I can take care of you
for a change.
Yeah, commute from LA,
and you could tend the garden
or whatever.
You are such a nice man.
-There she is,
our silver medalist.
-I'm not doing this again
next year. I'm done.
-What?
You got second place
out of the whole company.
That's That's a big deal.
-Janet did Cruella De Vil
two goddamn years ago,
meanwhile I'm out here
giving a shit.
This whole thing is just
a popularity contest.
-Well, I don't know
how that can be true,
since you are extremely popular.
-I'm not.
-And more importantly,
they respect you.
-I know you're trying to
make me feel better.
It's very sweet.
-Look, Janet won because
the accounting department
has more people
and they pooled their votes.
Let her keep
her $50 fucking gift card.
You are one of the most admired
executives in town.
And, for the record,
you look fuckin' fantastic.
-You're right.
Screw this party.
-Ah, there she is.
-I mean, Laurence didn't even
spring for
passed hors d'oeuvres.
-What a stingy cunt.
The money he makes,
he must spend it all on wigs.
-You're really something.
-You're not nothing, yourself.
-I'm gonna go back to my room.
And I'm gonna order
a whole bunch of food.
And I think that
you should join me.
-You know, I just had a bunch ofthose pigs in a blanket.
Kind of stuffed ooh.
-Then we'll just skip
right to dessert.
-Oh, boy.
-Look, you've been doing
an amazing job.
And I think that you deserve
a little reward, don't you?
-I'm in room 315.
Why don't you just hang back,
just for a minute.
And then come find me.
Have a great night.
-Thanks, boss.
-Perfect timing.
-Why?
-Well, this is our last box,
and then we are
officially moved in.
-No way.
-So, how'd it go?
-My meeting?
-Yeah, your huge
acquisition meeting, yeah.
-I turned them down.
-Oh.
Alright.
I guess they just don't
make your kind of movies.
-Not really.
-Well, that sucks,
but at least now
you get to focus on
your next move.
Whatever that is.
-Totally.
-Okay, big moment.
Drum roll, please.
With this fork,
I officially dub us...
...moved in!
-Judah.
-Yeah.
-I want to break up.
-Too bad for you.
You already signed the lease.
-Are you my one-night stand?
Sorry...
-Someone had to say it.
-So, I took it
out of the toaster,
and Evan was running past, so maybe he was late or
He was definitely in a hurry
and I was like, "Whoa!"
and the Toastie Popz
just hit him right in the face.
-Uh, Mr. Fonseca believes
you burned him on purpose.
First of all, I like Evan.
And what type of person
would intentionally
-Hello.
-Could you just give me
give me a sec?
It's a childcare thing.
I'll be right back.
Uh, when Reyna gets back,
could you tell her to, uh,
keep Wyatt at the park?
-What the fuck's this?
-Oh, it's the Toastie Popz
thing.
They just want a statement.
I called a great lawyer,
so this is a formality.
What is this?
Is this green paint?
-Uh, don't ask.
-Buddy, I'm getting
my shit together.
I'm flying to New York tomorrow
to see Gladys.
-You decide what
you're gonna tell her?
-I'm gonna lie my ass off.
-Right.
-'Cause I know
what's in my heart,
and I want what's best
for Wyatt and her.
I better get back to this.
-Yeah.
Oh, Jesus.
Miss Egan, do you think you can have your way with me
just 'cause you're my boss?
-Just take this thing off
before I dock your pay.
-Could've picked this up later.
-Had to make sure
you were feeling okay.
You know, when I call
a junior lieutenant,
usually, they fucking answer.
-I was caught up doing that
new thing I told you about.
And I thought
it was cool to delegate.
-Hector don't see it that way.
-I miss one day
and Hector knows?
I'm out here
trying to disrupt shit,
like you said you want me to do,right?
-Do it on your own time.
This can't happen again.
-Hijo de puta.
-What you got?
-Handling some business.
-Fives and singles.
High roller.
-Yeah?
How's this?
-Hmm?
Huh?
-Oh, my God.
This needs to go on your 'gram.
-Hell yeah.
Yeah.
Let's be all artistic and shit.
Yeah.
-Hoo, hoo!
Yeah.
Yeah?
-Yago?
Is Amara.
-Yeah, right.
-Mi frijolito.
It's really me.
-You got two seconds to tell me
who the fuck this is, puta.
-See?
I'm in LA.
-Are we taking this photo?
This cash is grossing me out.
-I presume this is a butt dial?
-Hey.
-Hey yourself.
-Want to come over later?
-Are you and Judah
having a house-warming?
'Cause I think I'm busy.
-Just you and me.
-I can be over there by 7:30.
-See you then.
-$200,000?
-The number she gave.
-I said $20,000.
How did it get to $200,000?
-I have no idea.
I-I don't know where
she got that figure from.
I mean, it wasn't easy, either.
She had no intention
of killing the story.
I had to make it all about
helping women
rather than her getting revenge.
It was...
-200 grand.
-We could counter.
- Fuck.
You know what?
Just...fuck it.
Fuck it, and let's
let's just put this behind us.
-Soon as the check clears,
she'll retract the statement.
-Yeah, they better name
a fucking shelter after me.
Oh, my God.
Alright, well, this this
calls for a Sunday cocktail.
Scotch?
-Lovely.
-Yeah.
You weren't such a bad hire
after all.
So, anybody at the office
ever ask about our history,
working together?
-Don't think anyone knows.
How could they, since I don't
have a credit on "Wylderness"?
-Ah, okay. Okay.
Okay, so that's what
this is about, huh?
You want me to restore
your producer credit.
-Didn't even know
that would be possible.
-Mm, yeah.
I still don't believe you,
but, uh, I'll make a phone call.
No promises.
-That'd be fucking brilliant.
Thank you.
-Got to get another glass.
Everything okay?
-Just Ali stuff.
It can wait.
-I'm impressed you've lasted
this long with her.
Seems like a real handful.
-You have no idea.
Shit.
-You're back here.
-Yep.
Don't have any furniture.
-I don't care.
I wouldn't risk doing time.
There's this guy at work,
made me look like an asshole.
Got to beat him at his own game.
-You should go.
-I thought we did a good thing
just now.
-Sorry, I just think
you should go.
Let's get the apartment.
-Awesome.
What changed?
-You have the ability
to solve problems
in ways that are unorthodox,
so if you're gonna
be useful here,
maybe we find something
along those lines.
-What are you doing?!
What Hey!
Somebody help
-It was morning.
That's when they come for us.
We run for three days, no water.
Nowhere I go is safe.
So I just keep fucking moving.
Is only one place for me.
That's here with you, Ricky.
-When I was in G in Guatemala,
there was a-a mass grave.
I thought you were...
-No, no, no, Federalés, they
they come, they
they take my money.
They take everything.
But I find a way out.
I always find a way out.
-Mi amor,what's wrong?
-No, it's just it's...
Wow.
Lot to process.
Who are the guys
that picked me up?
-Ciro.
He's friends with
people back home.
-And the Feds they they
don't know you're alive, right?
They're not trying to
-Don't worry about this
right now.
I find you, is all that matters.
Yeah?
-Yeah.
Yeah, you're here.
-Uh-huh.
-You're alive.
-Mm-hmm.
-It's It's amazing.
-So, I'll be, uh I'll come
right back as soon as I can.
-You're leaving?
-Well, I don't want to,
but I have appointments and
and people are gonna
know I'm gone.
-You just get here.
-But it's better that nothing
seems out of the ordinary,
right?
So just go I'll go.
I'll change my schedule,
and and then I'll
I'll come straight back.
-Ricky
-I'll ask the guys for a ride.
And I'll throw out the ashes
I got from Guatemala.
It's not you in there.
-When you come back?
-Before you know it!
-Excuse me.
Can I help you with something?
-Sorry, I thought, um
I thought you'd all gone home.
-Uh, I don't think we've met.
I'm Miles from
Ali Egan's office.
-Bet you got some stories.
-Ah, never a dull moment
with that one.
Yeah, I was trying
to get out of here,
and then she asked me
to pull up old crew deals
for "W2" budget prep.
Well, believe it or not,
she wants the whole 2018 slate.
-'Course she does.
Back row is last year.
Check section E.
-Life saver.
-Mm-hmm.
Is Ali making you get hercostume for the Halloween party?
-Bane of my existence.
-Wait till you see the contest.
She takes it very seriously.
-Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I'll get
fired if she doesn't win.
-Count on it.
-I-I don't know
if I caught your name.
-Brandi.
-Brandi.
-Yeah.
-That's a nice name.
-Listen, Brandi,
I'm gonna be here a while.
You don't have to stick around.
-Oh, right.
I'll let you have at it.
See you at the party?
-I'll see you at the party,
Brandi.
-Damn.
That was nice.
-You're sweet, you know that?
-The fuck?
Yo, it says I got a thousand
new Instagram followers.
-From my story yesterday.
I tagged you.
-Oh, shit.
-You'd get more followers
if you posted more.
-Yeah, I will.
Oh, I'm gonna be late for work.
Ah.
-Said you work in trucking?
-Uh, trucking management.
-Are you going in tomorrow?
I have a plus-one for this
brand event in Santa Monica.
-Uh, it's it's a work thing?
-Companies rent a house,
invite influencers over
for open bar, photo ops, DJ.
This one's for
Benefresh toothpaste.
-Yeah, that sounds lit,
but I can't go.
-Noon is when the tier-1
influencers show up.
My friend Jessie said
Redfoo might be there.
-Yo, I fuckin' love Redfoo.
-Sucks you can't go.
-I appreciate you saying that.
We'll talk soon.
-Do we need all these pans,
or can I Marie Kondo this shit?
-That was the president of OVUM.
The women's TV network
-"Where her stories come first."
-They want to acquire
my company.
-Holy smokes.
What does that mean?
-Uh, basically, they'd take over
and finance my projects.
-That's great.
-Is it?
I mean, they say
they want edgier material,
but most of what they do
is so cheesy.
Divorced mom in a small town
gets a second chance at love.
-And it happens to be Christmas.
-Won't everyone think
I sold out?
-You'll help OVUM
make better movies.
A new era of
feminist filmmaking.
Might as well hear them out.
Worst case, you can't
get your head around it.
Do you need to get that?
-Nope.
-Hey, it's Emma.
Leave a message.
- For fuck's sake.
-You okay?
-Not according to
the women in my life.
-Is Emma still mad
about Phat Vapes?
That name kills me.
-Let's go, Wyatt.
-Oh, wait, here.
I found his shoe.
-Oh, enjoy the early years, Lou.
Before they learn to
withhold their love.
-Hey, man.
-Look at this!
Miles said that you were out.
Come here. Come on, man.
Ah, come on.
Bring it in. Bring it in.
Mm!
-Hey, good to see you.
-Yeah.
So, what, are you just
coming by to say hi?
-Uh...
-Oh.
Is this a secret meeting inmy home that I'm not invited to?
-It's just
-No, no, no, that's fine.
That's fine,
'cause I got to go to work,
so just enjoy the facilities.
C Uh, could you
hand me my coat?
Just right there.
Just...
Good to see you, Ed.
-He'll get over it.
Alright, it's all in there.
Wait for my text, then call.
-Okay.
I got something for you, too.
From my guy at the gun shop.
Checked the registry,
said that Laurence bought
a handgun back in March.
-Will you look at that...
-Colt Commander 1911,
wood handle.
-Beautiful.
I just hope he doesn't
keep it in a safe.
-Yes, right...
Got it.
Okay.
Yep, I'll let him know.
Thank you.
Hi, sorry.
-Yeah.
How long's he been here?
-10 minutes.
Did you see my e-mail?
'Cause Nathan Harding's been
trying to reach you, and I
-No calls...while I'm with him.
-Okay, but...
-Hi.
When Elena said
you dropped down, I said,
"Keep him there
so I can say hi!"
You want a coffee or snacks?
-Uh, I'm fine, thanks.
-It's good to see you.
So, what, are you
in the neighborhood?
-Well, I just thought
we should talk in person.
Um, if we can...
-Alright, yeah.
Well, you know,
my door is always open.
-Right, well, um, first of all,
you're an amazing manager.
-Aw, thank you.
-When we started, you
you told me that I should
trust my gut,
focus on what I want to do.
-Look at where it got us.
-The thing is, um...
I think I should
stay with Kilbaine.
-No question.
-Really?
-You got to stay the course.
-Dude, th-that's really
cool of you.
-When we came to Kilbaine,
it was so we'd have more...
options, more firepower.
But it's still you and me,
right?
Doing this together...
-Bollocks.
Have they not spoken to you?
-Who?
-Mate, uh, you should talk
to someone in charge.
-Elena.
-Hm, yep?
-Who did you say was calling?
-Uh, Neal Harding.
-Who's that?
-HR.
-Buddy.
Am I being fired?
Okay, call the guy in props
and ask for something
less medieval-y.
-Less medieval-y.
-And, um, in the movie,
her skin is emerald green,
but this is, like
this is forest.
-Those are
two totally different colors.
-Yeah, can you go now
and exchange it?
-I can, but you asked me
to take notes on that call.
-You weren't here last year,
and a lot of people say
I should've won.
The contest is tomorrow.
-It's now my top priority.
-Thank you.
What are you gonna go as?
-Uh, to be honest,
I've never really been into
the whole...dress-up thing
-You have to wear a costume, orthe entire department looks bad.
I'm gonna think of something.
-Great. That's great.
-Hello, this is
Ali Egan's office.
-Hello, this is Hank Curtis
calling from The New York Post
for Ali.
-Yes, of course, Mr. Curtis.
Now, was that the New York Post
or The New York Times?
-Times,sorry.
-Very good. Please hold.
-What?
-Hey, Ali, I have a reporter
waiting on line one.
-Okay.
Hi. This is Ali.
-Miss Egan,
my name is Hank Curtis.
I'm calling from
The New York Times
in regards to a former employee
by the name of Tracy Martin.
Can you verify that Miss Martin
worked at Budd E. Boy
from July 2013 until
her dismissal in August 2016?
-Well, I mean, I didn't work
with her directly, but, yeah.
Why? What's this about?
-We're following up about
an HR complaint she filed
about the company's CEO,
Laurence Budd.
Do you have any information?
-Um...
So, this isn't my purview,
and if you want to know
about a dispute,
you have to call
Human Resources.
-Understood.
I appreciate your time.
Hey, babe.
Hey, babe.
Hey, babe.
-Hey, someone's home early.
I thought I'd catch you
at the office.
-Yeah, um, just...
working from home today.
-Oh, it's nice
they let you do that.
It's going well?
-Yeah.
Working on deals.
-How's my boy?
-He's going down for his nap.
How's my favorite Broadway star?
-Getting through previews.
I went up last night
in the love scene,
a line that I never
have trouble with.
I totally blanked.
It was so embarrassing.
-When you say "love scene,"
you mean...dialogue?
-I thought you read the play.
-I've been meaning to.
It isn't a sex scene...right?
Sort of, but it's way PG.
-You're kissing somebody?
-My co-star.
-In bed?
-Uh, it
We're under the sheets
pretending to have sex.
It's It's so not graphic.
House lights in five.
-Oh, I got to go.
H-Hey, don't worry
about that scene.
It's like comedy sex.
-Okay.
-Have fun working at home.
I'll try you tomorrow.
Bye. Mwah.
-Yeah.
-Mr. Daly.
-I'm sorry to bother you,
but there's something
you should know.
Actually, I'm gonna shut this.
Uh, has
has Ali been in touch with you
today?
-About?
-Huh.
We got a call this morning.
I-I was on the line,
so I heard most of it.
A reporter from
The New York Times
was asking about a woman called,uh, Tracy Martin?
And an HR complaint
filed against you.
-Uh...
Yeah, I vaguely remember Tracy.
Uh, I do not remember
an HR complaint,
and I should get back to this.
-Okay, then.
And if you were concerned
about that story getting out,
I'd do what I could to help.
-Mm-hmm, I said there is
no HR complaint,
but you bring it up again, so...-No, just
No, you know how theseaccusations can get out of hand.
-Yeah, I have a legal team.
Very good at keeping a lid
on things.
-Sure.
-Including assistants
who, uh, listen in on calls.
-We'll keep this between us.
-Excellent.
-I'm sorry.
I didn't, uh
I didn't mean to overstep,
but I just
I figured the fewer people that
knew about this, the better,
but, of course, the lawyers
you have at your disposal,
even with all their employees
and interns and whatnot,
I'm sure everyone
will be discreet.
I'll leave you to your work.
Fuck.
-I know. It's a dive bar.
But I believe there's
a cocktail menu somewhere.
-That's not why I came.
-Okay.
-The, uh, movie
with the writer you like,
who you want to write
"Wylderness II"...
-Yeah, Charlie Rudoff,
brilliant.
-I haven't watched it.
-Okay.
-I've been busy.
-Ah, with what?
-Got a call from OVUM.
They want to acquire my company.
The women's network?
-You're not
their target demographic.
-Are you?
"Wylderness" was a work of art.
You really want to
make holiday movies
about the true meaning
of whatever the fuck?
Come on. You got better stuff
ahead than that.
-I can't afford an office
behind Food For Less.
-Trust me, April.
We are gonna make some
inspired work together.
-No.
Miles.
I moved in with Judah.
-I
Can you not see that this
you and me
this is a good thing?
Can you not feel that?
-I can't do this with you.
-Why not?
-Because you're two different
people, okay?
One is charming and funny...
-So is the other.
-The other person
blackmailed me,
bled on my floor,
and spent two years in prison
for working with murderers
and drug dealers.
-You say that
like it's a bad thing.
Look, I served my time.
And now I have a real job.
-It's my fault for starting
something we shouldn't have.
-Don't say that.
-I have to go.
-Good night.
-Can I get another?
Hello?
-Enjoying your Friday night?
-Not really, no.
-Ah.
Listen.
Been thinking about
our conversation earlier,
and I think it bears
further discussion.
-If you think so.
-So meet me here tomorrow,
11:00 AM.
I'll text you directions.
Mm.
And if anyone,
and I mean anyone, asks,
you're coming in your capacity
as an assistant.
-Which is true.
-I'll see you then.
-Yeah.
Mm, hello.
-Hello.
-When you said you wanted
to leave last night,
I really thought you meant it.
-I did mean it.
-Is that right?
-Mm-hmm.
-Then why are
-Thanks.
Just so I'm clear,
Tracy Martin is a real person.
-Yes.
-But we're not gonna
contact her.
-No, no, we just need Laurence
to think we contacted her.
-I try not to judge people,
but spying on women while
they're in the bathroom?
That ain't right.
Damn.
-Well, would you look at
those symmetrical features.
I'd forgotten
what you looked like.
-It's better, right?
-I didn't say that.
Will you head into
the guest room?
I'll be in in a minute.
-No, you don't to leave
on my account.
Look, I know I made that speech
a while back
about going straight
for the sake of my family.
-Which I thought
made a lot of sense.
-It's a fucking disaster.
Not only do I have zero income,
I have more legal trouble
than I did with Amara.
-About the toaster pastry thing?
-They're telling me that
the guy needs a skin graft.
-Jesus Christ.
-The point is,
I want to come back.
So whatever you got
going with Capotillo,
whatever you're running
at Budd E. Boy, I am in.
Please, please do not
hold a grudge.
-Grud No, it's not
Why would there be a grudge?
Look, Lou,
I have some big plans,
of which you will be part,
but now isn't the right time.
-Come on.
-You're a fucking mess.
I'm sorry,
but you're a fucking mess.
I have my hands
in some delicate stuff,
and right now
you'd be a liability.
-I'm fine.
-First of all,
you need a lawyer.
You told Gladys
you were going straight.
What are you telling her?
-I'm not.-You're n You're just gonna
just gonna lie all day every day
about everything.
No, that's not a plan.
You haven't
thought this through.
- Maybe not.
-Look, you'll get yourself
sorted out,
and when you do, I willwelcome you back with open arms.
I love you, buddy.
-I know.
Let me know how you get on.
-What's up, guys?
I'm Teala,
and I'm here at
the Benefresh Hang House
with a new line
for dental hygiene,
and, guys,
things are popping off.
We got Lark and Daniel
ready for battle
with the new Tartarsmart Brush
by Benefresh.
And go!
-You think it's lame.
-I mean, who even
are these people?
-That girl
three million followers
on Instagram,
a million more on YouTube.
-Damn.
-My friend Josh,
Benefresh pays him
15 grand per post.
-Per post?
Get the fuck out.
-Here.
-And this mouthwash
it's gonna protect you fromgingivitis and from tooth decay.
I swear, I use this stuff
every single day,
and you guys are going to
flip for it.
Here we go!
-They're paying 15 Gs for that?
-Not bad, right?
-Yeah!
-Whoo!
-Benefresh!
-Yeah.
-Fuck you at?
-I'm running late.
I told Chewy
to start without me.
-Not how this works, dawg.
You at a party?
It's not even noon.
-It's one hour, tops.
I'll be right there.
-Hey, you want to meet Josh?
-Oh, it's the back-flip guy?
-Yeah.
-Pff, let's do it.
-Lot of graphic novels.
But not none of them
are Marvel...
-Hello, everyone.
-...but, uh
Ah, Miles.
I'll be right with you.
You hungry?
Evette made, uh,
Cantonese-style porridge,
fish balls...
-I'm fine.
-Ah.
So, uh...
...despite what
the Timesreporter said,
uh, I did nothing wrong.
-Oh, I believe you.
-But the lawyers don't always
keep quiet...
So, hypothetically, if we wantedthe source of the article
to retract her statement,
you know,
how could that be achieved?
-Better if I don't say.
You need deniability.
As far as you know,
it just went away on its own.
-W-We're not talking about...
harming anyone physically.
-No, no.
-Right.
-Not at this point.
-Well, I mean, if she thought
it was on the table,
I suppose it would be okay,
right?
-I'll start off friendly,
see where that gets us.
-Ah.
-Is this still hypothetical?
-If you get results,
okay, what exactly
would you expect in return?
You know,
a guy just out of prison...
to have the trust of
someone like you is enough.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I mean, I don't believe you,
but, uh, that's that's fine.
Her name's Tracy Martin.
She's a vindictive nightmare.
That's her cell number, home,
work address,
and the sooner
this is handled
-Agreed.
-Okay.
Well, see you at
the Halloween party.
Which, uh, I detest
but is good for team morale.
-Mm.
-Evette.
Can't hear me.
Just got to Evette!
-Right through there.
-Thanks.
-Laurence is ready.
-Well, that's not the bathroom!
-There's one by
the front entrance.
-Ah, someone sent me
down this way.
But he was speaking Cantonese.
-It's ready!
- Okay.
-Ricky!
-Come in.
What's this?
-I was thinking about Guatemala
and how happy we were,
you and me in that hut,
and I just thought we could
have Guatemala in your room.
-Oh, mi cielo.
-And I'm sorry I took off
the other night.
I'm thrilled you're back.
It's just
It's a lot to process.
Being on the run,
what that means...
-This house is just for now.
-Sure.
-Mm-hmm.
-And, meanwhile,
we got the jungle.
-After you, m'lady.
-I'm glad you called.
-I appreciate this.
I'm working through something.
-You mentioned a marital issue.
-So, lying to your wife
is a sin.
-Dishonesty of any kind.
-But there have to be
exceptions.
Like, if the only way
you can provide for your family
means you have to lie?
-Why would that be the case?
-I'm going back into a line of
business that I used to be in.
Which requires that
I do things that she...
wouldn't approve of.
-What kinds of things?
-That's really not the issue.
-Seems important if you want
absolution for a lie.
-No, I've already worked that
out with the Heavenly Father.
It's the same business that
my dad and my uncle were in,
and they were very devout
-If you won't open up to me,
I-I can't help you.
-Yeah.
It's complicated.
-And if you're using
God's teachings
to justify your sins
-You mean like you
and Elder Kimble's wife
taking those long
"prayer walks"?
-We're done here.
-I didn't mean that.
That's Bishop?
This is important.
-Appreciate you stopping by.
-I am a member of your flock
in a time of need,
and you're gonna walk away?
You want to know
the business I'm in?
You don't help me,
and I'll show you.
-I'll help.
I'll help.
-We were discussing my wife.
-Yes.
Well, um, in the
in the book of Nephi, God says,
"All who know their hearts,
they are honest
and accepted of me."
Meaning that if
if your intentions are good...
-Uh-huh...
-...then God will...forgive?
-God will forgive?
Really?
Because I do know my heart.
-Well, there you go.
-So, um,
what else does God say?
-Miss Quinn?
They're ready for you.
-Great.
-Miles!
Miles.
What are you
What are you,
just a chest of drawers?
-I'm a one-night stand.
Get it?
-Kind of, yeah.
That's cute.
-Hey!
-Oh.
Ali, holy shit.
-I mean, am I gonna win
this holiday or what?
-To think we almost went with
a different body paint.
So glad we went with
the emerald.
Uh-oh.
-So, are these safe to open?
Or you going commando?
-Anybody want a drink?
-...impressed, maybe both?
Have a good time.
Okay, now what's
I don't What is this?
-I spoke to Tracy.
It was definitely her
that called the Times.
-Alright, let's talk about
this later, alright?
-Okay.
Yeah, no, that's fine.
But it didn't go well.
-Wait.
Tell me.
-I tried to talk her down,
but, Jesus, I mean,
she is out for blood.
-Shit.
-She just kept saying,
"He has to pay.
He needs to pay."
I thought she was gonna
ask for money,
but I think she just wants
she just wants to
see you crucified.
-If she wants war,
I will go after her,
her family,
her pathetic fucking career...
Annette.
Annette, how's it going?
How you doing?-Good. This is my husband, Brad.
-Husband Brad, how are you?
Good to see you.
Hey, be careful of this one
right here.
-Happy Halloween.
-Yeah, you, too.
-Tracy doesn't want your money.
But you could make
a charitable donation,
maybe to a cause
that's for women?
-Interesting.
We did a Christmas drive
for a-a women's shelter
or "Hope Foundation,"
something like that.
-Yeah, write a check
for 10 grand?
-$20,000. $20,000.
You tell Tracy that I will
give her $20,000 if
-Yeah, okay, quiet, everybody.
Quiet. It's time for
the costume contest.
-Here we go.
To be continued.
-Before we start,
we're gonna have a few words
from the president...
-Excuse me, excuse me,
excuse me.
-...Laurence Budd!
-You know, uh, everybody
talks about the Oscars
eh, Oscars, right?
But I think we've got the bestparty in Hollywood here tonight.
-Oh, Ricky,
you even did the candles.
-Yeah. Electric ones.
Real ones would be a hazard
with this net here.
You know, um, when I came back
from Guatemala,
I made a list of all the things
that I loved about our place.
-Aww. I want to see the list.
-Yeah. Well, I actually wrote
a whole screenplay.
-A movie?
-Yeah, yeah,
but I-I threw it away,
'cause it turns out
you're alive,
and we don't draw attention
to ourselves.
-I want to read it.
-Okay, okay,
but that's not my point.
I had an idea.
What if we found
a version of our hut
right here in California?
Somewhere remote, in the woods.
You could go outside
without being spotted.
-In the woods.
-With me.
I love being with you.
-Hey, also, um
and this is your call
we could sell
the engagement ring
and then use all that money
-Oh, I give it away.
-What do you mean?
-The people who bring me
to the US,
I had to pay them.
-With that ring?
-Mm-hmm.
-Whoa.
O-Okay.
Uh Uh, I mean,
it was worth 130 grand.
-No.
-Yeah.
I mean, it's fine.
It's fine.
-Oh, shit.
-Know what? It got you here.
-I did not know this.
-No, no, it's good. It's good.
-Oof.
-Okay.
Okay, well...
I have prospects.
I can take care of you
for a change.
Yeah, commute from LA,
and you could tend the garden
or whatever.
You are such a nice man.
-There she is,
our silver medalist.
-I'm not doing this again
next year. I'm done.
-What?
You got second place
out of the whole company.
That's That's a big deal.
-Janet did Cruella De Vil
two goddamn years ago,
meanwhile I'm out here
giving a shit.
This whole thing is just
a popularity contest.
-Well, I don't know
how that can be true,
since you are extremely popular.
-I'm not.
-And more importantly,
they respect you.
-I know you're trying to
make me feel better.
It's very sweet.
-Look, Janet won because
the accounting department
has more people
and they pooled their votes.
Let her keep
her $50 fucking gift card.
You are one of the most admired
executives in town.
And, for the record,
you look fuckin' fantastic.
-You're right.
Screw this party.
-Ah, there she is.
-I mean, Laurence didn't even
spring for
passed hors d'oeuvres.
-What a stingy cunt.
The money he makes,
he must spend it all on wigs.
-You're really something.
-You're not nothing, yourself.
-I'm gonna go back to my room.
And I'm gonna order
a whole bunch of food.
And I think that
you should join me.
-You know, I just had a bunch ofthose pigs in a blanket.
Kind of stuffed ooh.
-Then we'll just skip
right to dessert.
-Oh, boy.
-Look, you've been doing
an amazing job.
And I think that you deserve
a little reward, don't you?
-I'm in room 315.
Why don't you just hang back,
just for a minute.
And then come find me.
Have a great night.
-Thanks, boss.
-Perfect timing.
-Why?
-Well, this is our last box,
and then we are
officially moved in.
-No way.
-So, how'd it go?
-My meeting?
-Yeah, your huge
acquisition meeting, yeah.
-I turned them down.
-Oh.
Alright.
I guess they just don't
make your kind of movies.
-Not really.
-Well, that sucks,
but at least now
you get to focus on
your next move.
Whatever that is.
-Totally.
-Okay, big moment.
Drum roll, please.
With this fork,
I officially dub us...
...moved in!
-Judah.
-Yeah.
-I want to break up.
-Too bad for you.
You already signed the lease.
-Are you my one-night stand?
Sorry...
-Someone had to say it.
-So, I took it
out of the toaster,
and Evan was running past, so maybe he was late or
He was definitely in a hurry
and I was like, "Whoa!"
and the Toastie Popz
just hit him right in the face.
-Uh, Mr. Fonseca believes
you burned him on purpose.
First of all, I like Evan.
And what type of person
would intentionally
-Hello.
-Could you just give me
give me a sec?
It's a childcare thing.
I'll be right back.
Uh, when Reyna gets back,
could you tell her to, uh,
keep Wyatt at the park?
-What the fuck's this?
-Oh, it's the Toastie Popz
thing.
They just want a statement.
I called a great lawyer,
so this is a formality.
What is this?
Is this green paint?
-Uh, don't ask.
-Buddy, I'm getting
my shit together.
I'm flying to New York tomorrow
to see Gladys.
-You decide what
you're gonna tell her?
-I'm gonna lie my ass off.
-Right.
-'Cause I know
what's in my heart,
and I want what's best
for Wyatt and her.
I better get back to this.
-Yeah.
Oh, Jesus.
Miss Egan, do you think you can have your way with me
just 'cause you're my boss?
-Just take this thing off
before I dock your pay.
-Could've picked this up later.
-Had to make sure
you were feeling okay.
You know, when I call
a junior lieutenant,
usually, they fucking answer.
-I was caught up doing that
new thing I told you about.
And I thought
it was cool to delegate.
-Hector don't see it that way.
-I miss one day
and Hector knows?
I'm out here
trying to disrupt shit,
like you said you want me to do,right?
-Do it on your own time.
This can't happen again.
-Hijo de puta.
-What you got?
-Handling some business.
-Fives and singles.
High roller.
-Yeah?
How's this?
-Hmm?
Huh?
-Oh, my God.
This needs to go on your 'gram.
-Hell yeah.
Yeah.
Let's be all artistic and shit.
Yeah.
-Hoo, hoo!
Yeah.
Yeah?
-Yago?
Is Amara.
-Yeah, right.
-Mi frijolito.
It's really me.
-You got two seconds to tell me
who the fuck this is, puta.
-See?
I'm in LA.
-Are we taking this photo?
This cash is grossing me out.
-I presume this is a butt dial?
-Hey.
-Hey yourself.
-Want to come over later?
-Are you and Judah
having a house-warming?
'Cause I think I'm busy.
-Just you and me.
-I can be over there by 7:30.
-See you then.
-$200,000?
-The number she gave.
-I said $20,000.
How did it get to $200,000?
-I have no idea.
I-I don't know where
she got that figure from.
I mean, it wasn't easy, either.
She had no intention
of killing the story.
I had to make it all about
helping women
rather than her getting revenge.
It was...
-200 grand.
-We could counter.
- Fuck.
You know what?
Just...fuck it.
Fuck it, and let's
let's just put this behind us.
-Soon as the check clears,
she'll retract the statement.
-Yeah, they better name
a fucking shelter after me.
Oh, my God.
Alright, well, this this
calls for a Sunday cocktail.
Scotch?
-Lovely.
-Yeah.
You weren't such a bad hire
after all.
So, anybody at the office
ever ask about our history,
working together?
-Don't think anyone knows.
How could they, since I don't
have a credit on "Wylderness"?
-Ah, okay. Okay.
Okay, so that's what
this is about, huh?
You want me to restore
your producer credit.
-Didn't even know
that would be possible.
-Mm, yeah.
I still don't believe you,
but, uh, I'll make a phone call.
No promises.
-That'd be fucking brilliant.
Thank you.
-Got to get another glass.
Everything okay?
-Just Ali stuff.
It can wait.
-I'm impressed you've lasted
this long with her.
Seems like a real handful.
-You have no idea.
Shit.
-You're back here.
-Yep.
Don't have any furniture.
-I don't care.