Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Tomorrow They Light Me on Fire - full transcript

-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.

-Dad?

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

-If you were on the board,
dealing with

a sexual-harassment scandal,

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

-What is problematic
is you sending out

a screenplay
describing our investigation.



-I wanted it to feel truthful.

-It's truthful enough
to get people killed.

-When we were in Guatemala,

under the mosquito net,
all we had was each other.

That was good by me.

-Some people think my business
in Nevada

is not fair to me.

-That him?

Is that him?
-I'm looking.

-Yeah, that's him.

Don't start the car
till I start shooting.

-Go.

No, no. No!

Please. I'm sorry.



-Tia?

Tia?

-Ah, mi cielito.

-Tia, you can't stay here.
-Huh?

-The hit never happened.

Cuco said Angel fucked up
and Matias took him alive.

You know he's telling them
where to find you.

Shit, they could be
on their way now.

-I took a fucking nap, and when
I wake up, they all gone

Ciro, Ilma.

-Yeah, 'cause they know,
if they stay, Matias

will fucking take them out.

You got somewhere else
you can go?

-There was a whole
pollo en jocónin the fridge,

and now the fridge is gone.
-Tia!

-I don't run.

-So you want to fight them,
just you and me?

Matias has 100 guys
coming after you.

-I got guys who can fight
in Nevada, in L.A.

-Ifyou pay them.
-So I pay.

-What, so you just have
that kind of money?

-Not here, but...

...you get it for me.

-Hey, man, you got
to be careful with that.

That is the War Helmet
from "Death Eaters,"

the one
that Anthony Hopkins wore.

"This...land...

is our...refu-juh."

Nothing?
-Didn't see it.

-Laurence Budd produced that
and "Sweet Bird of Prey"

the same year.
-Oh, I'll put them in my queue.

-No, you won't.
Did you see the e-mail

from Kerry at the lab?
-No, I don't think so.

-She found single-base gunpowderon Budd's right hand

and what could be double-base
on his pants

two kinds of gunpowder
when Budd only fired one shot.

-They sure?
-No.

-Well, then...
-Can I show you something?

Camera's supposed to film peoplewho come to the door,

but it's pointed that way.

-Someone fuck with it?
-I'm not saying that.

-Okay.
-But if someone did...

-They'd be on video.
-Right, you would think that.

But the system
only archives 48 hours.

Camera was moved before then.
I checked.

How tall are you?
-Why?

-I'm 5'11",
and I can't reach that camera.

Perp would have to be tall.

-Saying "perp" now?
-Are we?

-Front door is a blind spot.

Perp knows that

leaves by edging the house,
cutting through the yard.

Yeah, there's another camera
at the entry gate,

but nothing on the yard,
no sight line to the road.

-Can't climb these hedges
they're 30 feet.

-Oh, and it's too dense
to push through

except here.

Scale that fence,
you're in the woods

between the two properties,

straight shot to the street.

-You're saying this
is a homicide?

-Am I?

-This has been a very
difficult week for all of us,

but this company
is larger than one man.

It's all of you,and...

it's me!

So we're not gonna
let lurid details

in the press drag us down, no.

We're gonna embrace transparencyand accountability.

So, if you have any questions,
okay, anything at all,

just come find me.

Thank you.

-I have a question.
-Oh.

I didn't mean now.
-Are we folding?

'Cause that's what it says
in The Hollywood Reporter.

-Do you want to get back up?
Yeah?

-No, just No. Fuck it.
-No? Alright.

-Um, we are not folding.

That was
irresponsible speculation.

We're just business as usual,
guys.

-The crews are acting
like we're folding.

I've seen fraudulent receipts,
unapproved overages.

-Are we worried about layoffs?

-No, we're not worried
about layoffs.

Everybody's jobs are
totally safe most of them.

-If Laurence's victims sue...

-That's enough questions.We're fine. We're gonna be fine.

-If the company's liable
-We're fine, everybody!

Thank you!

Business as usual.

Now, I said I need one
with lumbar support.

Can you leave this one for now?

That was supposed to be
my victory lap,

and not one person
said congratulations.

-Oh, I wouldn't
worry about them.

-That's because they're
Laurence hires.

They have zero confidence in me.Is this broken?

'Cause I can't The curtains
are supposed to go down.

-Can we have a look at this
switch, see if maybe we can

-You know what? I'm sorry.
Can you guys

just come back later? Thank you.-Maybe you can just come back

later. Might be...

-Can't believe I let you...
-Thank you.

-...talk me into this
face of a failing company.

Fuck was I thinking?

-We are gonna get this company
back on track, believe you me,

and I'll be right there by your
side, making sure that happens.

-Mm-hmm.

-Of course, if the other
employees are gonna respect me,

I should really
have a promotion.

-A man just died.

This is about you now?

Okay, fine.

You're, um,
Office Coordinator, okay?

Ali, that was a great speech.

I know you're feeling insecure
and whatnot, but...

I thought you looked
luminous up there...

and strong...

a powerful, luminous,
lady leader

that I haven't seen
since Halloween.

-What are you doing?

-What are we doing?

Can't lower the curtains so...

maybe some other time.

-All that talk of transparency
and accountability

is a bit rich
coming from someone

who coerced her assistant
into a sexual relationship.

-I remember that was
highlyconsensual.

-I remember asking you
if you thought

you could have your way with me
just because you were my boss.

I remember you answering yes.

I remember because I havea recording of the conversation,

as well as a bit
of what came after.

-Oh.
-Pull on my hair. Do it!

-Is that enough?
-Yes, harder!

-Oh!

-Mmm...
-Oh, yeah.

-Turn it off!
-Somebody's getting a rai

-Are you trying to ruin me?

-I hope it doesn't come to that.-Well, what do you want?!

-Do you remember
Louis Darnell, April Quinn?

I think they'd be a good
fit here at Budd E. Boy.

We can expand our team
a little bit.

As for me,
I will be your number two.

-Vice president?
-Seniorvice president.

You tell the board that I'm
the one responsible

for getting the Jordan Parr
feature on-budget.

Also, I have the producing
credit now on "Wylderness."

-I'm so Do you
find this amusing?

-This company is sinking and
no, you have no idea.

We're about to see
mass defections

and a board that wants
to sell us for parts.

So if this is your big move,
I say go for it, man.

-Good.

Well, then...

let's get the word of my
promotion out there, shall we?

-Appointment only!
- I'm redoing

my place, and I just wa

I'm redoing my place.

Alright if I look around?

Beautifulstuff.

-That's a tool chest
from Home Depot.

-I meant that stuff.

This is your shop, right?

Are you Charlie Rudoff?
-Uh-huh.

-There's a screenwriter
named Charlie Rudoff

really talented.
I happen to know

about screenwriters
because I'm a film producer.

-Cut the shit.
-Hmm?

-Irish guy tell you
to come here?

He really needs to stop
leaving voicemails.

He's a big fan.

And the project
he wants you to write

is not only classy,
it's a franchise.

-Must be hard to believe
that anyone would prefer

to learn an honest craft
with creative control

than get fucked
by Hollywood studios.

-Is it alright if I just
check out the woodwork?

This piece? Mm?

That walnut? No.

Oak.
-Don't touch it.

-Yeah?

-Ah!

Damn! Look at this!

-I know, right?
-Yeah.

It's the smallest trailer
I've ever seen.

-Well, at least I got one.

So, you doing stunts?

-Yes.
-Yeah? What kind of shit?

-Well, tomorrow
they light me on fire.

-Light your ass on fire?
You okay.

How much you get paid?

-It's what it is.

-The way you said that,
it's not enough.

-What do you want?

-Need something
from the stash house.

Amara said you got the key.

-Old stash house?
-Mm-hmm.

-It's a keypad.
You type in a code.

-Here.

Put the code in the phone.

And what I'm looking for

She said there's a wall or...

-Hole cutout.
Back wall, far left side.

-Mm.

-But there's nothing
in there now.

What she tell you to get?

-Supplies.

-Supplies?

She said it was cash?

'Cause we were gonna have Peeweeleave some,

but that never happened.

-Unless it did
and you don't know.

-Go and look,
but Peewee didn't leave shit.

He's in Mexico.

-I don't think Amara's thinking
straight, mentally.

She's, like,
going to war with Matias.

Yeah? Who's on her side?

There's the code.

-Miles?
-Yeah.

-Come on in.

I got something to say.

So, today, out of the blue,

I get a call from Can
Can you

Can you take him?
-Bath time!

Let's go!
-Yaaayyy!

I get a call from Ali Egan.
She offers me a job.

She didn't seem to know what
the job was, but that aside...

Man, to have a friend like you

who knows that I'm unemployed,
and you reach out

-Fuck.

-What?

-Sorry, go on.

-I'm trying to make this
heartfelt thank-you speech,

and you say "fuck"
like I'm giving you bad news.

-No, no, no, it's just
ugh...

Things at Budd E. Boy
are a bit complicated.

-Well, how did you get them to,
uh, make me an offer?

-Well, as of today,
I am Senior VP.

Ali is the only one above me.

- Holy shit!

That's amazing!
-Yeah.

Except in the course
of getting my promotion,

I may have
destroyed the company.

Production has gone to shit.
-Ah.

-Maybe it's not such a good
opportunity for me, after all.

-You went from being incrediblygrateful to turning your nose up

at this in about 30 seconds.

You

Fucking cheek.

-I'm so excited.
-Heavy-looking bags.

Good thing you're young
and strong.

Room's this way.

I cleared out the dresser,
and blanket's a bit worn,

but I can get another one.

Put some posters up maybe?
-Dad, relax.

This is great.

Where will you sleep?

-Oh, there's a blowup
mattress in the den.

-I can go in there.
-No, it's fine.

You and me under one roof.

If we don't grow
to hate each other.

-It'll be great.
-I think it might.

Um, okay.
Well, don't get too settled.

You know, I'm gonna get
my own place soon.

Then we can do up your room
any way you want.

We can
Okay, I'll stop.

Sorry.

Yeah?
-You with Emma?

-Yes, we're currently discussinginterior design.

-I know it's a bad time,
but can we chat later?

-Sure.
-Call me whenever. Bye.

-Yeah.

-Who's that?
-April.

Work stuff.

-You guys talk a lot?

We do a bit, lately.

I'll let you get settled
and make some dinner.

-Hey, man, look at this.
An hour after Bud died...

-Picked up a gig.

-Here, I'll rewind.

-This five-on-five league
downtown needs a ref

corporate teams.

Yeah, it's bullshit.

-There. Something
moves behind the hedge.

-I don't see it.
-The light changes.

-Thought we didn't have footage?-Yeah, it's the

neighbor's camera
archives a week.

-Rich people looking out
for each other.

-Well, they want to know
there wasn't a prowler

or a "Bling Ring."
Did you see the movie

"Bling Ring"?
-I'll put it in my queue.

Wh Go back.
What's that?

-Just a coyote.

-Well, that's what was moving.
-Only it's not because

what I'm seeing is taller.
-Well, you're gonna need

more than that to convince
the lieutenant.

-Someone startled the coyote.

That's why it cut
across the lawn.

-Have you seen my other whistle?

-I had to tiptoe past
Emma's room.

All this sneaking around,
I feel like a teenager.

Should we climb
into the back seat?

-You're Senior VP
at Budd E. Boy?

-You're obviously pleased
for me?

-How did this come about?

-You know, I just solved
some production problems.

The higher-ups took notice.
- Okay.

What do you have on Ali, huh?

Photos in blackface?

I don't want to know.

-Have you spoken with Ali?

-Yeah, she offered me
an executive position...

-...said it was your idea.

-The money's great.

You can get back that book
that Laurence stole.

-And be at a company
I detest that, by the way,

trades say is going under.
-We're not going under.

-With you as my boss.

You said yourself
I'm a good producer.

And this isn't dealing
with Amara.

This is a real fuckin' studio.

We can make ambitious films,
whatever we like,

but for some reason,
that seems to piss you off.

-I am not going to prison.
-Neither am I.

Fuck.

Will you at least
take the meeting with Ali?

Is there no part of youthat would like to work with me?

Because I
I got to tell you,

I was expecting
a different reaction.

You know, Emma's probably asleepif you want to come in.

- No.
Good night.

-Yeah.

-Hello?!

-Ricky!

-Amara. What...

-Did you miss me?
-Of course I missed you.

Here, come come in quick.

How'd you get here?
-Taxi.

-Taxi?

-It's okay.

You're not happy to see me.

-No, baby, I-I...

I miss you.
I'm just I'm going crazy.

It's just the whole FBI thing.

House in Santa Clarita safer.

-I'm so hungry.
-Yeah?

Okay, well, I'll make
you something then.

And Or, um...

Yeah, you can
look around in there.

-Ohhh... Oh!

Mmm!

-So, did you think about...

the things I was saying
the other night...

about not wanting to
go back the way things were?

-I take care
of a little business.

Then I'm with you.

-Little business. Yeah.

-Mi amor,then it's me and you.

We get a house.

-In Idyllwild.
-Or here in Nevada.

-You mean L.A.

You said "here in Nevada."
-Yeah.

-But we're not in Nevada.
Right?

-You take such care of me,
.

Mmm.

-Buddy! You look dapper.

-Morning, Reyna.
Hiya, Wyatt.

The house being torn down?
-Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Um, I struck out
with the writer, Charlie,

so to keep
the conversation going,

I hired her
to build some bookshelves.

-Bookshelves?

Lulu, that's brilliant.

-Well, I hope so 'cause
she's fuckin' expensive.

-Hey, that job offer
still stands, by the way.

And if you want to
help me out today...

-Yeah?

-...you could swing
by those productions

that are running behind
or fuckin' ripping us off,

do what you have to do.
-I can do that.

-I even thought
of a job title

"Head of Physical Production."

-Fuck yeah!

Yeah. Morning.

-Dad, can I go for ramen tonightwith Kaylee and those girls.

-Well, dinner out
on a school night.

Your mother would say no.
-So that's a yes.

-Home by 8:00, no later.

Oh, yes!

Yes, shelving here
is gonna be perfect.

Louis was always saying,

"If only we had bookshelves
right there,"

given the copious amount
of reading he does.

It's Charlie, isn't it?

It's great to finally put a face

to the voice who's been
telling me to fuck off.

You know, can I say
I think you were right

to turn your back
on the entertainment business?

What a load of bollocks it is.
-Hold this.

-Sure.

You know, myself and Louis made
a film called "Wylderness"

beautiful standalone piece.
And what do they do?

Green-light a fuckin' sequel.

You should the ideas
that they have for it.

Pure shite.

All we're looking for, really,
is an organic story,

something that feels...

...different than the

feels different but, um...

- I'm just
gonna cue up this DVD version

of, uh, "Wylderness."
I think you're gonna love it.

-I'm working.
-No, no, no, it's not for you.

It's for him.
-Oh, yeah. No, I-I watch it

at least, uh,
you know, every couple weeks

just 'cause I always find
something new every time.

-Alright, well,
I better head to work.

It's been lovely meeting you,
Charlie.

I hope we get to converse
further on the topic.

- Okay.

Hello?
-Where are you?

-Queso?
-Man, you know who this is.

Supposed to be here.

-I woke up with, like,
my throat burning.

I could come in if you want,
but...

I might get everyone sick.

Hello?

Back and to the left.

Back and to the left.

Really?

Shit.

-Morning, beautiful.

How you feel?
-Slept good.

-Ah, good.

-There's coffee if you want it.

-What's this?

-Well, I-I-I know you got
your heart set on Nevada,

but you deserve a getaway first,like a vacation.

-Where?

-The place I was gonna
buy up north?

The owner will rent it to us
for cash no credit check.

Totally off the grid.

I get us a nice house.
-A-A nice house. I know.

You're under, um,
so much pressure

always on the look out.

It's driving mecrazy.

When Dad was feeling disorientedor anxious,

these helped.

-I don't want pills.

-Sure.

But if you change your mind,
there they are.

Okay, I got to get
some more supplies.

Store's in Northridge.

You're okay?
-Sí.

I'll be fine.
-Alright.

-Miles!

Dude, congratulations.

Going from assistant
to Senior VP,

that's, I would think,
like, unprecedented.

-Thanks, Jayson.

-Morning.

-Uh, yeah, I-I think, like,
people don't,

um, know yet
that you were promoted.

-Oh.
-It was kind of sudden.

Ali sent out an e-mail,
but I think with

There's so much going on.
So, I have your, um...

-Do I have an office?
-Yes. Voilà.

-Ah.
-And I'm so honored

you chose me
as your assistant

Team Miles all the way.

And I was thinking,
uh, you know,

if the company doesn't fold
-Are those police?

-How did you know
they were police?

-They kind of look like police.

-They're not even
wearing badges.

-Huh.

-They told Ali it's routine.

With these high-profile
suicides,

they investigate
the circumstances.

-So they spoke with Ali?
-For awhile.

-Good, good.
Yeah, I mean, it's

it's good that they follow up
even on things like that,

isn't it?
-Mm.

-Thanks.

Ali?
Hello? She in there?

-Wait, she said
no interruptions.

-I'm just gonna pop in.
Ali?

Hey, there's been
a power outage in here.

-What do you want,
after what you pulled?

-Lots to do, Ali.
There's no time

to be sitting around
in the dark.

-Well, did you hear
that Leonardo DiCaprio

pulled out
of "View From Oblivion"?

Says he doesn't want
to be associated

with anything
that Laurence touched,

says he stands
with brave artists

taking a standagainst blabbity blah-blah-blah.

-Yes, that is brave.

Can I turn these lights on?

-And the sets aren't ready
on the Parr film,

and they've been goingto overtime every day this week.

-Ali, I couldn't help but notice
that there are detectives

in what used
to be Blake's office.

-Yeah, and Blake quit.

-Did the cops say what
they were looking for?

-Why Laurence killed himself,
I guess.

Seems pretty obvious.

-And when you spoke with them,
you didn't mention anything

about our little arrangement,
right?

'Cause that would be bad
for both of us.

-I didn't say anything.

-Great.
Let's keep it that way.

We'll leave the lights on,
shall we?

No fucking way.

Fucking Ed,
pieces of fucking shit.

Come on.

Fuck.

No!

No!

Fuck.

What...

Aah!

Ow!

Aah!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck...

Help!

Help, if you can
fuckin' hear me!

-Laurence hired you when?
-About a year ago.

-He was already
in the public eye.

Why wait a year
to hire security?

-There was an incident.
Someone broke

into the bathroom of his house,

left a penis in a bottle.

We couldn't prove who did it.

-Left a...
-Penis.

A human penis.

-A real one?
-Yeah, it was real.

-In a bottle?
-A pickle jar.

I believe the penis was floatingin a brine solution, like a...

well, like a pickle.

-Is that in the report?

-It is not.

-Laurence was afraid
it would leak to the press,

so he could private security
instead of involving police.

-You said you could never prove
who did it?

You have a suspect?

-Hey. You with the guys?
-Yep.

We're on the lot.
-Okay, I'm texting you a list

of every department
that's fallen behind

and who's in charge.
Start with construction.

Those fuckers
are robbing us blind.

-Can I say it feels great

to be back at work?
-Glad to hear it.

-So, how's your first day
as the big kahuna?

- Yeah, yeah, I mean,I'd enjoy it more

if I wasn't looking at a team
of homicide detectives.

-At Budd E. Boy?

-Yeah, they're talking
to all the employees.

Supposedly, it's routine.

They haven't asked to speak
with me yet, but they will.

-Shit.
-To be honest, Louis,

the fuckin' waiting
that's killing me.

Okay, I better
get off this burner.

-Okay, pal.

Good luck.

-Hey. This is Yago.
Hit me back.

-Where the fuck are you?

Wha Did you find it?

Call me.

Idiota pendejo!

Yes.
-Guess where I am.

At your house in LA.
-Who is this?

-It's a real shithole, Amara.
I expect better from you.

-Matias.
-Coming to find you,zorra.

And when we get you,
we're gonna take our time

while you beg us to kill you.

-Got an ice cream truck...

and a coffee truck.

They think, "So long as
it's someone else's money."

-I'm on it.

Yo. Take off.

Time to go.
-What are you doing?

We're getting a coffee.
-Get back to work.

They're blocking?
I'm a grip.

-So grip something.
-Are you accusing us of theft?

-Look, if I was in your positionand I thought the studio

was going under,
I'd do the same thing

pad the time cards,
bill no-shows.

-Who are you, again?

-I'm the Head
of Physical Production.

-I never heard of Hey!
-Hey, hey!

-Hey, chill out!
Everybody, take it easy.

-This guy's threatening us.

-No, I'm telling you
what's gonna happen

if you don't keep
your hands off of me.

-Hands, huh?
-Don't touch me.

-Oh, yeah?

-You can't put your hands on

-He's on the inside?
-Thank you.

-Excuse me.

What role are you casting?
-Are you here for an audition?

-No, my wife is an actress,
and these women look like her.

I mean, it is weird.

So I thought that...

whatever the role is,
she'd be perfect.

-I'd say her agent
could submit her,

but we're seeing people now.

-Is it possible to hold off
on casting this part?

-I'm sorry.

-I'm Head of Physical Productionat Budd E. Boy.

-Mm-hmm.

-Is there someone more senior
that I could talk to?

-When the casting director's
free, I can

-Great.
I'll just wait right here.

-Mom.

I'm trying.

I can't force people to like me.

Yes?

-April Quinn is here.
-Of course.

Okay, I have to call you back.
I'll call you back. Bye.

Hi!

-Hi!

-April...
-Good to see you.

-Have a seat.

So...

I understand that you
are developing

some very exciting projects.

-Really?
Wh-Wh-Which ones?

-Um...
Well,you know,

I'm over here doing production,
but I've got Miles

tracking development,
and he's singing your praises.

- Oh.
Ah.

Well, I did actually have one
film that came close to going.

-Oh.
-"The Girl in the Canyon"?

You heard about that?
-No, tell me.

-Well, I spent two years

queuing it up...
-Mm-hmm.

-...and then Laurence poached
it.

-Right.

Uh...um...
Wow.

-I don't mean to speak
ill of the dead.

-Oh, that's fine.

I mean, you know...

it's a crazy week.
-Ohh.

-Just never saw him as somebody

who's gonna take
his own life, you know?

-Interesting.
-Over bad press?

Does that sound like
the Laurence you knew?

-No, actually,
now that you mention it.

-If anybody would fight
this thing to the end,

you think it'd be him,
and then you see the news,

and it just doesn't
make any sense.

But it's like they say
you never really know a person.

-No, I know Leo is having
second thoughts,

but it doesn't mean anything.

"View From Oblivion"
is moving forward.

Yes, I have total confidence.

Miles Daly.

D-A-L-Y.

No, no.
Thank you so much.

Jayson!
-Yeah?

-What the fuck is going on
with DiCaprio?

-I don't know.
No word from his agents.

-He's got to stop
making statements.

It's fuckin' killing us.
-Yeah. Totally.

-Okay, find out where Leo
hangs out,

what events he's attending,
what fuckin'

I don't know clubs
that he goes to.

I'll try and get past the
security, have a conversation.

-Or call him.

-Would DiCaprio take my call?

-Yeah.
You're the Senior VP

of the studio
he was partnered with

until a couple
of hours ago, so of course.

-Jayson, would you try
Leonardo DiCaprio for me?

-Right away.

Guys leaving?

-Yeah, thanks again.

Take care.

-You nervous?

-I'm alright.

-Well, you should be nervous.

This is Doc Suzzie, set medic.

-Yeah. We met.
-Hi.

-We'll put you out.
She'll check for burns.

Remember, the worst thing
you can do is breathe.

-Don't breathe.
-If you breathe,

you'll cook your lungs
from the inside out,

stop absorbing oxygen,
suffocate.

Now, I had a rookie once that...

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna
freak you out.

Just...

don't breathe.
-Alright! Places, people!

-Okay. Here we go.

Alright, here we go, people.
Look sharp.

It's go time.
-Alright! We're gonna do this!

-Okay, we're a go.
-Alright.

Here we go. Here we go.

-Soon as he's done with
the gel bucket, light him up.

-Light him up!

-Ready, set, action!
-Three, four, five...

-Alright, up.
And panic.

Move to your right.
-...six, seven...

-To your left.
Keep flailing.

Alright, on the ground.
-Cut.

-Out, out, out!
-Go, go, go!

-We're good! Clear!

-All good? Hot spots?

Good. How'd it look?
-Yeah, they got it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
that is a wrap on our man Ed!

Good job, bud.

-Pain or discomfort of any kind?-I feel great.

-No injuries.

Now go put all this on ice.

-What I need is a drink.
-I hear you.

-You want?

I have tequila back
in my trailer

the Clooney shit.

-I'm not off work yet.

Let's see how we go.

-Alright.

-No.

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

Uh...

Come on, bitch.

There we go.

Oh.

Come on.

Come on.

Bitch! Aw!
Fuck!

-This is Miles.

-Hey, DiCaprio's
assistant called.

He said Leo feels this
is a very sensitive issue

and he'd rather not discuss it
over the phone.

-So we're done?
-No, I mean he wants

to talk in person.

He's busy till 10:00,
then he's on a flight to Vegas.

They're asking if you can take
the meeting on a plane.

Hello?
-Wh-What plane?

-To Vegas.
I-I think he's flying private.

-My daughter's here.
I can't just leave town.

-Um, they said, if you want,

they can turn the jet around
and bring you home.

You'll be back before midnight.

Can I confirm?

-Please tell Mr. DiCaprio
I will clear some time

in my schedule to join him
on his private plane to Vegas.

-Great.
Back to you with details.

Emma! Guess where I

Holy shit.
That's intimidating.

- Should I send you a
bill or you can write a check?

-Um, Charlie, I'm I'm just
gonna I'm in a rush.

I'm just gonna say this.

You're fuckin' brilliant.

"Deathstorm" is beautiful.

You're such a talented
fuckin' writer.

Is there no way I can interest
you in my film?

Send me the bill, then.

Best of luck with
the intimidating furniture.

Reyna.
I have to head out tonight,

but I'll double your rate if youkeep an eye on Emma for me.

-She's not home.

Said she was going to dinner
with friends.

-I told her to be home by 8:00.

Fuck's sake.

-You don't need to go bigger.

-What's that?

People think a sequel
should be big,

but it's really what you do
with the small moments.

-Right.

-Emile and Zoe think they're thelast people in the world, right?

They got all the food they need,they got each other,

then they spot other survivors.

Now, these newcomers,
they could be friendly,

or they could steal everything.

Our heroes have to decide
do they play it safe

and close themselves off,

or do they take a chance
to build something bigger,

something lasting?

A future.

-Um, what do they choose?

-I don't know.

Not my problem.

I'll send you the bill.

-Eh, Charlie?

Guest room could use a wardrobe.

-Uh-huh.

-Maybe while you're working
on them,

you could write down
what you just said to me,

expand it a bit?

I'd be very grateful.

-Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck me on the wall.

-Wall?
-Yeah.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh, my fucking God.
-Ooh!

-Don't stop, Daddy.
Don't stop.

-No, no, no, no! Oh, shit!
No, no! No, no, stop.

-Okay.
-Stop. Stop, baby.

Uh...holy shit.
I think I broke something.

-From sex?
-Hold on. You're the doctor.

-Okay, okay.
Here, let me see this.

- No.
-Come here. Let me...

-Okay, okay.

It could be a hernia.
I can call the first AD.

-Aw, come on.
Fuck fuck the AD.

Call an ambulance.
Call me a hospital!

Oh! Oohhh!

Fuck.

- Amara.

Hello?

-In here.
-Oh.

Car's all loaded up

canned goods, propane,
and, uh, check this out.

How do you like me as a blonde?

Wow...

Look at you.

You had all that stuff here?

-I read your script.

-Again?

-This one was in the bathroom,
behind magazines.

And in this one...

you work with the FBI.

-In the screenplay, you mean.

Yeah, that was a
that was a first draft.

I was trying stuff out.

That FBI shit's...

Yeah, it's all made up.

-You still work for them?

-I never did.

-And when you say you love me,
is that also a lie?

- No. Baby.

I love you.
With all my heart.

-Me as traicionado.

-No.

Oh!

-No, no, no!

You don't understand!
I had no choice!

-Mentiroso!

-No!

Are you okay?

-Aah! Aah!

Help!

-Stop.

Stop. Amara, stop.

Let's talk about this.

Let's Stop.
Stop it!

Oh...shit.

Amara, don't No, don't move.

Baby...

Okay.

-Yes.

-Ohh.
-Okay.

You're gonna be okay.
I just gotta

I got to get you
taken care of, that's all.

Oh, Jesus.

- It's okay.

It's okay, Ricky.

-We're gonna get you help.
Stay with me.

-Make my movie, Ricky.

It's gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay.

-Promise me.

-I promise.

-I love you, mi amor.

-I love you, too.

-911. What's your emergency?

-I-I need help.

-Shit.

-Hello to you, too.

-Dad, it was just dinner.
-I told you to be home by 8:00.

-Whatever.
-Sorry, do you have something

to say?
-If you knew what half

of the kids I go to school with
do, you would understand.

-You seem to forget that I did
meet your friend Phat Vapes.

Next two weeks,
no friends, no dinners.

You come straight home
after school.

-Seriously?!
-Actions have consequences.

Sooner you learn that...

Hold on. Yeah?
-Miles Daly?

It's Detective Aaron Mischka.
Do you got a second?

-Actually, I was just
heading out the door.

-Yeah, I know it's late.
I just got a few questions.

Uh, I was wondering if you couldmaybe come down to the station.

-Not tonight.

Uh, I'm happy to help,
but I have this meeting.

-Yeah, I'm afraid
you're gonna have to miss it.

-What's that?

-If it's helpful, I can send
a cruiser to pick you up.

Mr. Daly?

-Amara.

-Hello, Rick.

-When did you get here?

H-How is she?

Is she gonna make it?

-You take care.
-What?