Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - The Stick - full transcript

-A movie?
-Yeah, but I-I threw it away,

'cause it turns out
you're alive.

-I want to read it.

-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.

-Miss Egan, you think
you can have your way with me

just 'cause you're my boss?

-This needs to go on your 'gram.

-Hell yeah.
Yeah?



-Yago? It's Amara.

-Laurence bought a handgun
back in March.

Colt Commander 1911.

-Beautiful.

-Want to come over later?

-Are you and Judah
having a housewarming?

'Cause I think I'm busy.

-Just you and me.

-$200,000?

-She had no intention
of killing the story.

I had to make it
all about helping women

rather than her getting revenge.

It was...
-You know what?

Just fuck it, and let's
let's just put this behind us.



-Shit.

-I take it you're not
a morning person.

-4:00 a.m. is not morning.

-Okay, the nanny
is down the hall.

She comes in,
you put the phone down.

We start with the East Coast
because of the time difference,

then Central, and then West.

-West Coast ain't awake.

-Big news outlets
are 24-hour news desks.

You ready?

-Editor's desk.
-Hello.

I have information that may be
of interest to the Times.

-Can I get your name?
-Can't give you my name.

-I would prefer
to remain anonymous.

-What's this regarding?
-Film producer Laurence Budd.

-In the last decade,
Laurence Budd has settled

sexual harassment lawsuits
with nine different...

-Nine women.
I can get you their names.

-...Budd was accused of
sexual harassment...

-How did you learn this?
-...and invasion of privacy...

-Hold up.
-...and he settled out of court

for significant
amounts of money.

-Hey.
-Hold on.

-How'd I learn about this?

-You can't reveal your source.

-I can't reveal my source,
but I do have proof.

-I can provide HR records
containing written accusations.

-I'll send you
financial settlements.

Shows you how much he paid
to keep these women quiet.

-And what's the nature
of the accusations?

Mr. Budd has a predilection
for watching women

while they're on the toilet.

-...if you have a secure
connection I can use.

Like I said...
-Hello?

-I think, um would you hold
while I get an editor?

-Yeah if you make it quick.

-Good morning.
Russian yogurt, please.

Yeah.

-Mr. Budd.
It's Dana in PR.

-Uh, I'm having breakfast.

-We got a call from the Times,

and I wanted you to know
as soon as possible.

I mean,
we just got off the phone

and told Matt I better call
-Alright, yeah, no, slow down.

Slow down.
What was the call about?

-The Timesis running a story
about women who

according to them

about women who accused you
of sexual harassment.

-The New York Times?

-As I said, I just got off
the phone, and

-They have names of these women?

-Uh, yes.

Nine women so far.

-Alright

Would you please step out now?

-Me?

-No, not you.

You listen to me.

This article is not happening.

You tell everybody in PR.

You tell everybody in legal.
-I will, but it's already

-I need to speak with Ben Tandy.

He's the editor-in-chief
at The New York Times.

We're friends.

You tell him Laurence Budd
wants to speak with him

not tomorrow,
and not later today, but now!

-Laurence, I'm sorry.
The story is out.

-What does that mean?

-Four news outlets
are already running with it.

MSNBC is doing a segment
on their morning news hour.

-TV news hour?

-In 10 minutes.

-Sounds wonderful.

Thank you very much.

How many more?

-Well...

The LA Times,Deadline,
Hollywood Reporter.

Laurence.

I'll take it in the hallway.

You keep going.

Good morning.

-You said
this was gonna go away.

I wrote a check for $200,000
to the fucking Hope Foundation.

-Sorry, did something happen?

-Only a media blitz
where they're saying

that I sexually harassed
nine women, which is bullshit.

-No! Ah, could've sworn
that I had Tracy handled.

-She's not one of them.

-What?
So there's nine other women?

Where are they getting
that number? That's outrageous.

-Technically, I settled
out of court with

Look, the point is,

there are documents that were
leaked from Human Resources.

-Our Human Resources?

Ah, what fuckin' weasel would

Morning.

-Morning.

Hi, Wyatt.

What kind of
fucker would do that?

-Oh, I'm gonna find out.
Don't you worry.

Got the whole fucking departmenton lockdown.

But, meanwhile, these women.

-Right.

-If you want my support
moving forward,

I need you to make good
on your promise.

-Which promise is that?

-To fix problems
with unorthodox solutions.

-Whatever it takes.

-I want retractions.
I want apologies.

I want to come out of this shit
show with my reputation intact.

The fucking president
can do it

-Should we discuss this
in person?

Maybe at the office?
-No, not at the office.

I do not want this
to come back on me.

-Oh, right, of course.
That's smart.

Somewhere away from prying eyes,then.

-Yes, my house, tonight.

We can brainstorm on

-...that at least
nine women have accused

the veteran movie producer...
-Did I lose you?

-...of sexual misconduct.
-Got to go.

-According to theTimes,

the women received hundreds
of thousands of dollars

in hush-money payments.

-No más.

-¿Qué?
-No lo quiero.

-Oh, you don't got to
finish that.

-It's about me.
I want to finish.

-I spoke to the the Realtor
about the place in Idyllwild.

The seller is
"highly motivated."

-What?

-I told you
I looked at a house for us.

-Ah, yes, the woods.
-We can live there.

You don't You don't have to
worry about the Feds.

You can go outside.
You can get fresh air.

I don't have the down paymentyet, but I'll I'll find work.

We'll figure it out.

Our little love nest, right?

-This say I'm "exhausted."

Why?

-I'd have to read the scene.

-Well, read for me.

-Okay, but I-I should
get to the office now.

-This page.

"Amara, exhausted and wary,

sits at an impromptu campsite
with three of her men.

She scans the woods."

"A shot rings out,

and one of her men falls back,
screaming.

Amara shoulders
an assault rifle."

"Federales burst
from the jungle.

There's no cover.

Amara is hit!

She holds her ground.

She's hit again and collapses."

Close on Amara as the boots of
Federales step into frame."

"She's dead."

-You have to change it.

-What?
-It's not what happened.

-Okay, but but we don't want
to do this movie now, right?

It turns out you're alive, andwe don't want to draw attention.

You finish reading,
and then we'll put it away.

Alright, my sweater
I got to go.

-Hey, yo. Yo.

-Aah!

-Whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

-Hector sent us
'cause you're fucking up.

-Me?

What the fuck did I do?

-You know them?

-It's okay
-You just walk in on us?

-Hey, shut the bitch up.

-Excuse me?
-Listen, baby.

Let me just talk to them,
alright?

It doesn't involve you.

-Your fuckin' Instagram's
gonna bring us all down.

-What?

-Posting shots of
collection money.

All over her, the bed...

-You can read
the serial numbers.

-Oh, shit.

-And she did a video

while you were behind her
talking business on your cell.

-You said his name.

-You said my fucking name, yo.

And she got half a million
followers.

-Okay, okay, so so we'll justgo on and delete it.

-The Internet is forever.
-Give me your phones.

I'm gonna delete every post
and the accounts.

-No!
You can't have my phone.

He has a gun
-Hey, hey, yo.

What the fuck are you doing?
Just put

put that shit away
-Hey!

You're lucky
we don't pop your ass.

Unlock that shit
and hand it over.

-Baby, just do it.

-Jesus.

-Check for Snapchat.

And Vine,
whatever the fuck that is

-Vine is over.

-Please.

Miley Cyrus just reposted me,
okay?

I'm I'm an influencer.

It's what I do.

-It's time to get a real job.

Delete that.

Yo, delete all that, those.

-Am I in your way?
-No.

Uh, I was just surprised
since you said you'd be out.

- I'm sorry
it's such an inconvenience.

-It's not.

-To have the audacity
to be here,

considering that,
up until a week ago,

we both lived here together.

Okay, I'm I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can we just talk about this?

-We talked
for three days straight.

-I-If we just take a beat
and think about it.

Isn't that what people do?

Think about it?

-I don't know what people do.

-Really?

We're having this conversation,
and you're checking your phone?

-No way.

-You know, for someone
who doesn't live here,

you seem to be
quite comfortable.

-Judah, it's my TV. -...from several media outlets.

Laurence Budd's accusers
are said to include

both film executives
and actresses in his films.

We're right now working to confirm these new developments.

-Oh, my God.

-If recent history
is an indicator,

more women will co

-Guess you saw the news?

-I thought he could
get away with anything,

but the man is going down.

-Pretty weird vibe
here at the office.

-Yeah, I would think.

-Whispering, a general feeling
of paranoia.

Not a ton of work getting done.

-Can I see you tonight?

-Oh, I wish.
No, I'm gonna be here late,

given everything
that's going on.

But I could see you tomorrow.

That's a promise.

You alright?

-Yeah.

I...mean, I think so.

-Hey, Miles.

Here's your costs reports.

-Got it, thanks.

Listen, I better go
before Ali comes in.

-You know,
I filed a complaint with HR.

The two-way-mirror thing.

I kept waiting to hear
my name on the news.

Do you think that'll come out?

-It hasn't yet, so...

-But should I call the press
and tell them myself?

I mean, is that
the right thing to do?

-The "right" thing.

Uh, I don't know.

Why
Why don't you sleep on it,

see how you feel in the morning?

-Yeah.

I'll sleep on it.

Bye.

-Queso.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Listen.

I know I fucked up.

But we deleted it, right?

So we good?

-Hector gave Chewy the route.

-So I don't have collections?

-Do what Chewy says.

You'll still earn.

-Baby, I'm sorry.

-You work with them?

-Not always.
-You said you were in trucking.

-Trucking management.

Come on, baby. Don't leave.

They They deleted my shit,
too.

-You have less than
2,000 followers.

And you know what?

Your Insta concepts are lame.

Rapping while you give haircuts?

Who the fuck wants to see that?

-I said I was sorry.

-No, I couldn't either.

I just meant it felt, like,
different than normal.

But they liked it, right?
-They loved it.

-They loved it loved it.

-Is this where I go
for autographs?

-What? What?!

-They said I could get a selfie
with an actress.

-This is my fucking husband!

- No way.

-Oh, unless it is a hologram.

What How is this possible?

-Aw, you look so beautiful.

-Aww.

-Oh, and I have not
seen the show.

I'm gonna see it tomorrow.

My flight just got in.

-Where's Wyatt?

-Oh, shit, Wyatt...

He's with Reyna in LA.

-You came here without my boy?

-I'm on the red-eye tomorrow.

This is just a quick,
surgical strike.

-Oh, well, this is
this is Brian, my co-star.

-Hey, man.

-Louis has never been
to New York before.

He's only been on a plane
a few times.

-Hey, you're making me sound
like a yokel.

I've been to lots of cities.

-Are you hungry?
You want to go out?

-Oh, I could eat.
-Where should I take him?

There's all these famous
theater-row spots.

Um, Bar Centrale, Sardi's...

-Orso.
-Oh.

-I'm good with whatever.
-Yeah?

Okay.
Uh, I need to drop this off.

The costume designer needs tofix it, but then we will go out.

Did I mention that
this is my husband?

-How's the flight?

So, are you the Brian who's
in the sex scene with her?

Well, technically
it's a sex scene,

but it's hardly anything.

-You should go.

-Right, right.

Hey.

You're not serious...

-You see, Brian,
I'm not an actor.

I pretty much say
what I fuckin' mean.

-It was nice meeting you.

-Quickly, quickly.

Any press out there?

-Didn't see any.

-My address is unlisted.

But in the end,
they always find you.

Any miserable shit can level,
uh, an unfounded accusation.

-And that's exactly who does it.

-Oh, either it's
a-a-a cash grab,

or they're unsatisfied with
their pathetic existence,

and this is their moment
in the sun.

Long as it feeds our collectivehunger to see someone disgraced.

-Entertainment for the masses.

-Exactly.
-Like the village stocks.

-Exactly!Exactly, yeah, let's throw eggs.

Let's Let's level righteous,
puritanical judgment

so we feel better about
our own miserable lives.

And if somebody's got money,
oh, if he's got position,

oh, we can all come together
around that.

Mm, roast marshmallows over
the bonfire of my career,

because God help me.

I have a libido.

I have a libido.

Mea fucking culpa.

-How do we handle it?

-My lawyer will rain hellfire
on everyone involved.

-That's a good start.

-That approach has
its limitations.

So the question is,

how do we get retractions
from nine different women?

-The carrot or the stick.

-The carrot worked with Tracy.

-Eh, these women
have gone public.

So unless they're broke,

I don't see us having much luck
with carrots.

-So tell me about "the stick."

-Either an implied threat
of some sort

which would never be
traced back to you...

-Or...?

-Unfortunate things happen
to people all the time.

This has nothing to do with you.

You and I
have never spoken about it.

If it happens to
affect the case against you,

well, that's just
a happy coincidence.

-Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

The situation
that they have put me in.

-They're bringing it
on themselves.

-I'm fighting for my life.

-Let me handle this.

I will use my best judgment.

Trust me.

I will get results
without making any waves.

-Thank you.

-I'm gonna need the details
of those women.

-I had it all.
You have it all.

Drink?

-Please.

This has been a day
which requires,

as Woody Allen has said,

"a promotional-sized
bottle of whiskey."

-I mean, I'd, uh, avoid
quoting Woody Allen right now,

but I take your point.

Yeah.

-So he thinks that
you burned him on purpose

with a Toastie Pop.

-Crazy.

-Was it on purpose?

-If I wanted to hurt him,
would I use a toaster pastry?

-How did it land on his face?
-I can't explain physics.

I mean, I stopped,
and the Toastie Pop just...

kept going.

I wanted to tell you,
but not over the phone.

-And they fired you?

-Yeah.

Not a good week.

And I really haven't
been myself lately.

Juggling work
and taking care of Wyatt...

-Wait, you're not saying
that this is my fault?

-No.

-It's a lot to ask
for me to do this play,

but to say that it's my fault
that you maimed someone

with a fucking Toastie Pop...

-Where are we?

-Still Times Square.

So, you don't have a job,

and I don't make enough money
to support us.

-I'm still gonna make money.

I just need to run the business
my way.

What does that mean?

-Kilbaine was not a good fit.

I do better when I, you know,
use...unconventional methods.

I just do what I do best.

I need you to be okay with that.

-Whatever works.

Oh, uh, Brian and his boyfriend
want to meet us at Sardi's.

-Brian's boyfriend?

Yeah, sounds great.

-Okay, here's all the info on
my accusers names, numbers.

I got home and work addresses,

Social Security,
got passports...

-Passports?

-Yeah, probably not useful.

Alright, banking,
mortgage information,

two of them are
in financial trouble...

-Oh, before I forget,

I wanted to say thank you.

-Why?

-I got a call from the Guild.

They tell me I'm getting aproducer credit on "Wylderness."

-You already got it.

-Did I?

-I was gonna tell you, but,
uh, I was a little distracted.

-So I don't have to
sign anything?

-No, it's a done deal.

-Well, I appreciate that.

-You're welcome.

Alright, let's
let's try a carrot

with, uh, Margaret Shifrin
and Helena Worrick.

We could, uh, write
a personal check to them

or to their favorite charity.

I don't give a shit.

-What about the others?

-A stick for Brenda Carp.

She's in a custody fight,
might be leverage later on.

Everly Rittman worries me.

-Why is that?

- She's well-spoken.
She's got a good reputation.

Needs to be taken down a notch.

And if I'd known Alice Tucker
was a vindictive

-Are we good?

-Think so.

-Change your clothes?

-Not yet.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, you know.

-Yeah.

-What's with the BAND-AID?

-Oh, just a scratch.

I'm taking a stunt work seminar.

-Are you?

-The coordinator
you told me about?

I called him, and he thinks
that he can get me work.

-That's great.

That's Congratulations.

-He says my pictures look
more like Ronny Simonds

than the stunt double he uses.

-Ronny who?

-The actor.

From "Bad Boys III."

-Missed that one, I think.

-Yeah, he says
the guy Ronny uses

his head's the wrong shape.

-And your head's
the right shape?

-Yeah.

-That sounds like a solid lead.

-Hello?

-Hey, Reyna. It's just me.

I-I I'm gonna
jump in the shower.

-Dad?

Hi.

-Emma.

What What
What are you, uh

-I tried calling,
but you didn't answer.

Reyna did, too.

-Uh, I must've
had my phone turned off.

-Could I stay here tonight?

-Everything okay?

-She got here an hour ago
asking for you.

-Everything's fine.

Me and Mom got into an argument.

She treats me like I'm 12,
but it wasn't a big deal.

I just think it'd be better
for everyone if I stayed here.

-On behalf of everyone,
thank you for that assessment.

Does your mother know
that you're with me?

-I texted.

-She said that
you could sleep over?

-She didn't say I couldn't.

-Brilliant.

Okay, as much as
I enjoy your company,

I'm not getting
in the middle of this.

Thanks, Reyna.

She with you?

-She is.

-She say how horrible
and cruel I am?

-Well, we knew that already.

I take it you want her back?

-Not really.

-No?
-She's all about the drama.

If I flip out and I drive over
there, I'm playing into it.

Would Louis mind if
you keep her for the night?

-Louis is in New York.

-She's got her school stuff,
but...

if you need me to drive her...

-Nope.

I'll do it.

-Alright, then. Have fun.

-Hmm.

-Can we watch a movie?

-Just, uh...

Yeah.

-Mi frijolito,it's me.

I have to see you.

-Tía...

-I sent someone,
bring you to me.

-No.

-Mi amor,I need you.

-I got scars from when
you tried to take me out.

Is that how
you show love to family?

-Cariño,you hurt my feelings.

But that's over now.

You forgive me.

-I got a new crew, so...

-Do they know you?

-What?

-Mi amor.

I need you.

-There's no report of Budd
having left a suicide note,

but, given the accusations
coming to light,

it does seem likely

that factored in his decision
to take his own life.

News correspondent
Caitlin Waters

-Hey, how'd you sleep?

-Good.

-You want to get breakfast
on the way?

That place with
the ricotta pancakes

-If Mom was okay with it,
could I live with you?

-Heh...

-You don't like the idea.

-No, I-I do.

I do. It's just, um...

Well, it's not my house.

-Would Louis mind?

We could ask.

-There's only three bedrooms.

I mean, unless you'd be happy
sharing with a two-year-old

-Oh, well, there's that office,

and we could put a futon
in there.

-Until last night,
you weren't answering my calls.

-I was angry.

-Yes, because your good friend
"Phat Vapes"

-Well, I'm more angry
at Mom and Philip.

Dad, I have a 4.0,

and I mess around way less

than most of the kids
I go to school with.

But Mom doesn't trust me.

She just doesn't get what
it's like to be 15 right now.

-I mean, I don't know if I do,
either.

-Well, at least
you've been through stuff,

so you understand.

-You mean prison?

Listen, Shorty,
if it were up to me,

I'd say yes, of course.

But I can't see your mother
going for it.

-Could you ask?

-If, after breakfast,

you and I are still
getting along, then maybe.

-Just days before his suicide,

Laurence Budd donated $200,000

to a charity
for women's shelters.

Whether this was
an act of philanthropy

or to distract from
the serial harassment of women

remains unclear.

Among the most pressing
questions not

-Hello?

-This is Ted Varney with
The New York Times.

Is April Quinn available?

-This is April.

-You left a message
with our tip line.

Uh, you said you had informationon the Laurence Budd story.

-I did call.
-Great.

If you don't mind,
let's start with an overview.

How long did you work
-Sorry.

I no longer want to comment.

-Oh. Uh...

Can I ask why
you changed your mind?

-I mean no.

Sorry.

-Okay.
Well, uh, you have our number.

If anything changes
and you decide

-Morning.

- Hi.

Why are we whispering?

-I don't know.
Everybody else was whispering.

-Is that your résumé?

-When the ship sinks,
I just want a life preserver.

So weird, right?

It's, like, hard to believe
he's gone.

-How's Ali doing, today?

-Freaking out.

Obviously.

-Oh, Ali, Jesus.

So sorry to hear the news.

-At least you didn't waste
eight years at this company,

like yours truly.

-Yes, it's very sad.

-Got that right.

Oh, do you mean Laurence?

Yeah, that's It's very sad.

-And also what it's doing
to morale out there.

And there are executives runningaround like headless chickens,

sending out their CVs...

-Maybe I should just go home.

You could join me...

-You don't have time for that.

-Why not?

-Because you're the only one
who can run this company.

Might be your last opportunity
to be company president.

-Oh, okay. I would

I wouldn't become the president.-Yes, you will.

-No, because there's like eight
other executives ahead of me.

-But they're all men.

Now, if you were on the board,

dealing with
a sexual-harassment scandal,

would you want to be
looking to a man to take over?

-Oh, my God.

-What could we, um...

You should call every line
producer we're working with.

Tell them that
nothing has changed.

Production calendars,
call times,

they all stay right on schedule.

Then you should send
an inspiring e-mail

to the whole company
-Wait, wait.

This This is
-And don't call it a scandal.

It's a tragedy.

"Our hearts go out to the poor
women who have been victimized.

And also to Laurence,

who is a victim of
his own tortured mind..."

We should write this down.

-Hello, and blessings.

What is your gift?

-My gift?

-I'll go.

My gift is "I Am Graceful."

-And you?

-I just want a burger.

This menu's confusing.

-He will have "I Am Fulfilled."

-Thank you.

Your gifts have been
consciously received.

-Man, just go with it.

-Yo, did you order me a burger?

-It's like a burger.

-I don't want like a burger.

-You will have to
reprogram your body,

then you'll crave the nutrients
your body needs.

-Yo, when did you get like this?

-How about you just tell me
what's so important

that we got to talk.

-Amara's in L.A.

-Man, Amara's dead.

-I just said she's not.

If she was dead,
why the fuck did she call me?

Said she need my help and...

some other shit I don't want
to get into, but...

she messed with my head.

-She called when?

-Last week and again last night.

-Amara's alive?

Damn.

-Yeah.
So, what are we gonna do?

-"We"?
-Yeah, you worked for her.

-Two years ago.

If she called me,
I'd say I'm busy.

Stunt training seminar
or something.

Getting in shape.

-So, what? Am I supposed to say
that I'm busy?

-Doesn't matter what I think.

You'll go see her anyways and
tell her what we talked about.

"Ed said stay away from you,
Tía,but here I am."

-Fuck you.
I wouldn't do that.

My tíatried to
have me taken out.

What, you think I can't
make my own decisions?

-Excuse me.

Can I have a basil lemonade?

-Absolutely.

-Thank you.

-Oh, Ilma.

Could I borrow
a-a-a big saucepan?

Yeah, I'm gonna cook
my specialty.

-You cooking now?
-Yeah, yeah.

Cheese rarebit.

It's cheese and wine on toast.

Doesn't sound good,
but you got to try it.

-Ricky, I love it.

-Oh, you finished?

-I read twice.

-Good.
Well, I'm glad you like it.

Now just put it away.

-I have an idea for the end.

-Okay, but it doesn't make senseto rewrite it now.

-I tell you.

-Okay.

-Amara don't die.

She come back to the U.S.

The guy in Nevada
who steal from her?

Take her money, her business...

It don't end good for him.

-Uh-huh.
-Okay?

It end real bad.

-Uh-huh.

-Amara take back her business.

She and Ricky buy a house.

It's a nice house.

That's it.

-O-Okay.

Yeah. Exciting.

-Sí.

-We're talking about the script,right?

-Hi.

-Oh, Angel.

Yes?

-Hi. I'm Angel.

-Oh. Hey. Rick.

-Is Ilma's nephew.

-Ah.

-We be right out.

-Plus, you promised
you'd help me rehearse

for that big audition.
I have been so stressed.

-Sandy, you're always stressed.

Maybe you should
talk to someone.

-I tried. I just don't think
a therapist should say "wow"

that many times
during a first session.

-What's the audition for?
-"Juliet's Curse."

A-A musical continuation
of "Romeo and Juliet."

To sell tickets, they casta reality star to play the lead.

-That sounds horrible.

-Yeah, the actress playing
The Nurse got "injured."

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

They're already in rehearsal,
so they're desperate.

-What's the scene?

-Hey, I just got your
your message.

-Sit.

-Okay.

-You once told me that you have
no interest in office gossip.

-I don't.

-Bullshit.
-Right.

-You are a duplicitous
shit-weasel

who makes a point of knowing
everyone's dirt

before ratting them out
to the highest bidder.

-Yeah.

So I'm fired?

-Fired? Fuck no.

No, you're exactly what we need.

You used to be on Dan's desk,

so you're used to dealing with
the Board of Directors.

We need to know
who's pulling the most weight,

who's teaming up with who,
where and when they meet.

-Yeah, I-I know some things.

-Hold that thought.

You get my message?

-She wants to live with you now?

-Yeah, I mean, that's how
she's feelin' this week.

But it's not her decision,
is it?

-Look, we can't
have her thinking

that she's the one
calling the shots here.

-That'd be a fuckin' disaster.

-On the other hand,
she is angry with me,

pretty much around the clock.

Sounds like it's a little easierwith you?

-I mean, I guess.

-I-If we force her to live with
me, is that healthy?

-Are you Are you saying
you want her with me?

-Not unless you like the idea.

For a month or two,
then we reassess?

Clearly, you're getting
your life together.

And we were looking at
shared custody.

-Yeah, yeah.

-I mean, it's your call.

-It's No, it's
I mean I mean...

I've been hoping
for something like this,

but when I had my own place.

-Will Louis mind?

-Probably not.

He's a bit lonely
since Gladys went to New York.

And Emma's already picked out
her own room.

-Why don't you talk to Louis?

See what he says?

-Yeah.

Okay.

-Sandy.
-Michael, no!

-Holy shit.

-Good "holy shit"?

-Oh, amazing!

I have never seen a musical
that was that

-Have you ever seen a musical?

I'm just so proud of you.

I'm I'm fuckin' speechless.

-Thank you.

-Brian.

-Yeah.

-You are a great actor.

-Oh. Thanks.

-I'd never know
that you were gay.

-High praise.

-I knew that you were talented,

but, honey, this is
a whole nother level.

-The rehearsal scene is funny,
right?

-Oh, my God. I was sitting
there, and I was just

like, my mind was blown.

And then, I thought,

"Why would I keep looking
for actors to represent

when the best actor I have
ever seen is my wife?"

-What?

-No, why would I
bust my ass trying to

get somebody else a job
when I can do that for you?

-No, I have an agent.

-Not a manager.

-Uh, well...
Maybe we should...

finish this job
before we start talking

-See, that is why actors
do not represent themselves.

It's all about striking
while the iron's hot.

-I mean, well, you know, we'remarried, so maybe that's enough.

-Well, when I get you a studio
feature that shoots in L.A.,

you're gonna thank me.

-That's perfect, thank you. Bye.

Okay. So, Charles Kerriman
will be at Hamilton's at 7:00.

-Beautiful.

-She's having second thoughts.

-We don't have time for those.

-Just, do I want to be
the face of a company

while it's making national

no, international news

as a place where men
watch women taking shits?

-I think it was more just
women sitting on the toilet.

I don't think
it was specifically

that they were...doing shits.
-Yeah, that's what I thought.

-Okay. And if the board wants
a female president,

which, admittedly, makes sense,
they're gonna want a name.

Dana Walden, Nancy Cotton

-Have any of those women been
working here for eight years?

Do they know the nuts and bolts
on every project?

-Where the bodies are buried.

-No, they

No, they don't,
and you need to point that out.

You need to go to Hamilton's
and to talk to

What's his name?
-Charles Kerriman.

-You need to tell him to promotea CEO from within.

Someone with dedication,
passion, and loyalty.

And you want to throw your hat
in the ring.

-I don't know. I don't know.

-I believe in you, Ali.

Jayson believes in you.

-I do.

-Ugh.-This might be your last chance.

What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna jump up
and grab that brass ring,

or are you gonna let it
slip through your fingers?

-...Gonna grab the ring?

-I never try this.

-You don't like it,
we'll just order a pizza.

-It's the only thing
my Dad could make.

As a kid, I hated it,
but, uh, then it grew on me.

-Mm.

Sit, let's eat.

What?

-When we were in Guatemala,

under the mosquito net,

all we had was each other.

And that was good by me.

Maybe you don't feel that way.

-Why you say this?

-Maybe you miss
the the big house

and and clothes
and guys with guns.

That's not what I want.

If you're going back to that,
you have to tell me.

-Some people take my business
in Nevada.

Is not fair to me.

-So you're gonna take it back?

I should go.

-Don't leave.

-I I love you, Amara.

You took care of me, and now
I want to take care of you.

But you got to choose.

When you do, then
then let me know.

-Ricky
-Good night.

-Can you turn down the music?

-...to ask ourselves,
what's the real tragedy?

That Budd took his life?

Or is it overshadowed by
what he's done to these women?

News correspondent
Caitlin Waters

is with us tonight, on site.

-This is Miles.
Leave a message.

-It's Louis.

I've sorted things out
on my end,

and now I'm watching the news.

Buddy, we got some things
to talk about.

I'll see you soon.

-Oh! Charles!

What a surprise.

Do you belong to this club?

I do.
-Ali Egan.

Wow, it's been a while.

What a week, am I right?

-Yes, it's really been

-Do you have a minute?

-Yes?

-El esta aquí.

Mijito.

Mi nene.

-Um...

I almost didn't come.

-Why?

-I don't know.

I talked to Ed.
He said it was a bad idea.

-Mm.

But you are here.

-No.

I needed you,

and you came.

Mi cielito.

Mi cielito, mi amor.

Thank you.

-All right.

Dynamite shrimp,

black pepper chicken...

-Which is the spicy one?

-Ah, Dan Dan Noodles
not for the faint of heart.

You want a beer?

-Definitely.

-I can't stop thinking
about Laurence.

I mean, for two years,
I was hating on him.

Waiting for karma
to bite him in the ass.

But to shoot himself...

-Guilt does strange things
to people.

-Is it weird for you?

-No question.

But then I think about
what he did to you,

and what he did to me,
as well...

-You're not saying
he deserved it.

-You know, my mother used to saynot every tragedy is a death,

and not every death
is a tragedy.

So I'm saying...

we should move on,

'cause we've got
better things ahead.

-What are we watching?

-Let's see what's on.

-Questions linger about
exactly what happened...

-No more news.

-...with the hush-money
payments.