Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - Should Not Throw Stones - full transcript

-Help, if you can
fuckin' hear me!

-Aah!

-Is she gonna make it?

-He went back on the deal.

-This all you got for us?

Portable toilets?

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

-Is that enough?
-Yes, harder!

-Oh!
-Well, what do you want?!

-I'll be senior vice president.

-It's Detective Aaron Mischka.



I was wondering if you could
maybe come down to the station.

-The windows are treated with
full-spectrum UV protection.

So direct sunlight
won't be an issue.

-Mr. Daly.

Have a seat.

I'm Detective Mischka.

Uh, first thing I want to say
is I'm a huge fan.

-Of...?

-"Wylderness."
-Ah.

-I just learned that
you produced that film

with Mr. Budd.

-I did.

-Yeah. That scene on the boat.

I was just watching
with my wife,



and we were both
we were tearing up.

When the dog chases them...

-Ah, you know, a lot of people
think that the dog

was done by computers,
but it was all real.

- That's amazing!
-Kind of you...

-And Laurence,
he petitioned

to get you a producer credit?

-I was grateful.

-It says here it was awardedthe day before he died?

-I'm not sure, but that
God, that sounds right.

Wow.

-Would you walk me through what
you were doing last Tuesday?

-Sure.

Sure, I was at work.

Laurence didn't come in

because he was dealing with
that scandal

-Right,
but he called your cellphone.

-He did. That's right.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah, he was, uh

He was checking up on a film
we have in production.

-Did you ever work with him
at his home office?

-I've dropped off packages,
yeah.

-At night?

-At night...

No. No, I don't think so.

Can I ask why I'm here?

-After reviewing
the security footage

not only at the Budd property,

but of the adjacent property
on the northeast side,

we felt it was necessary
to get a statement.

-Security footage.

What's that to do with me?

-Well, you said that

you'd never been to
the Budd property at night.

-That's right.

-Nothing you want to add?

'Cause now would be the time.

-Yes, I'll let him know
you called.

-Okay, I'll admit...

despite what Laurence did
to female employees,

which I do not approve of
at all...

...in other ways,

he's an inspiration to me.

Wasan inspiration to me.

Look, I-I don't know
what you're looking for,

but if there's anything
I can do to help,

any other questions...

-Can I have a sip?

Hey.

Hey, man.

Ohh.

Oh, please, can I have a sip?

I will suck your dick for a s

-Hey!

How'd you get in here?

Are you alright?

-Hey. Why are you, uh...?

-They don't have
my office ready.

-I'm sure it won't be long.

If you want to wait in mine...

-Hoping you'd ask that.

-Good morning, Mr. Daly.

-I guess word of
my promotion is out.

-Yeah. That's great.

So, uh, I told you to cast
this girl for "Making Missy"

who looks exactly like Gladys.

-Yes, you did.
-It's a perfect role for her.

-Yes, but that role's
already been cast.

What? You want me to
take a part away from

the actress who got it
and give it to your wife?

-I mean...
-Lu, look.

Hey, why don't you
read through these scripts

and find a great role for Gladysthat hasn't been cast already

and I'll see if
I can get her an audition?

-Okay.
-Oh. Check this out.

This is a house I went to see
this morning.

-Oh.
-I can rent it furnished.

View of the Hollywood sign.
-Uh-huh.

It's all glass.
-Uh-huh.

-Real hot in the summer.

-It's got a pool
and four bedrooms.

Emma's gonna flip over it.

-You know, I-I really don't
mind you staying with us.

Hey, where were you last night?

-Uh, cops pulled me in
for questioning.

-The homicide cops?

-Yeah, I thought it went okay.

-Here we go!
Triple espresso, dash of milk.

In four minutes,

you're in Conference Room B
with marketing.

I'm trying to
reschedule DiCaprio,

but they haven't returned.
Hey, I'm Jayson.

-Louis.I'm Head of Physical Production.

-So far today, all
production work is on schedule.

-Did you hear that, Louis?!

-Keys to your company car.
-I have a company car.

-BMW 5-Series, in a space
with your name on it.

Paperwork for that
is on my desk.

-Do I have a car?

-No, but it's so nice
to meet you.

Uh, your meeting's
now in three minutes.

-Alright, I better head in.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

-Hmm?

-Tell me about the, uh, cops.

-Trust me, Lu.
They've got nothing.

We're out of the woods.

-And this is our new playground.

-So, the cops do not
consider you a suspect.

-Oh, no,
I'm definitely a suspect.

But if they had anything,

like I was
on their surveillance video,

I'd already be locked up.
-There's a video?

-I'll talk to you later.

-After a high-profile suicide,

we just try to get a picture of

the events leading up
to the death.

We're speaking to everybody in
Laurence Budd's inner circle.

- Well, I'd hardly
call myself "inner circle."

We worked together two years agofor a very short time.

-Long enough for you to filea complaint against him with HR.

-Mm-hmm.

-We noticed that your complaint
wasn't leaked to the press.

Only one that wasn't, in fact.

-Really?

I thought about
going public with my story,

reached out to
The New York Times,

but my boyfriend
talked me out of it...

-What is your boyfriend's name?

-Miles.

-Miles Daly?

-Yes.

-Did you see Miles at all
the day Laurence died?

-We talked.

Things were really crazy
at the office that day.

The news breaking
about Laurence.

-You didn't meet up with him
for dinner or...?

-Dinner, no.
He had to work late.

-He told us he ate at theNormandie Taqueria around 10:00.

-That does ring a bell,
actually.

Yeah, the Taqueria.

I don't normally eat late

'cause it's really bad
for your digestion.

So...

I wasn't with him.

-Hey, this business
with Leo DiCaprio...

-Mm-hmm?
-I think we should just

bite the bullet,
find a new leading man.

Maybe somebody a bit younger?

-Okay.

-Yeah?
-If that's what you want, yeah.

Ali, there's really no reason
for you to be afraid of me.

I can tell that you're a bit onthe back foot since the whole...

-Blackmail.

-We can move on from
all that unpleasantness.

Productions are on schedule,

nobody's trying to
sell the company.

All I want now
is to see you succeed.

Because I believe in you.

-Mm-hmm. Okay.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

-Alright,
I have a lunch meeting,

but since DiCaprio won't do a
film with Laurence's name on it

and our company is
literally named after Laurence,

I guess that's that.

-You could change the name.

-What? Of the company?
Can we do that?

-Yeah. Why not?
Um, something less creepy.

-Something that says,

"We no longer spy on
women on the toilet."

-We're starting over.

-A clean slate.

-Clean Slate Productions?

-Clean Slate Productions
is fucking brilliant!

That's You see, that's collaboration

You and me working together.

Firing on all cylinders.

Do you feel that?

Oh, I nearly forgot.

This is the next film
we're making.

-What is it?

-This is a synopsis
of "Wylderness 2,"

as conceived by
the brilliant Charlie Rudoff.

-Is this crayon?

-Lumber crayon, yeah.
She's a carpenter on the side.

I can have Jayson type it up
for you if you like.

-Okay. I'll take a look at it
and let you know what I think.

-Ali, that's the next filmwe're doing.

So generate a contract
for Charlie.

I wasn't fucking asking.

Clean Slate Productions.

Fucking genius.

I'm really impressed.

-Help!

-Truck rentals?

That's it?

-You know, along with
the usual porta-potty deal.

-Each truck contract
is 10 grand a week,

minus expenses.

I'm Head of Physical Production,so I can

-That's not what you promised.

-It isn't?

-All that time and manpower
we gave you,

and you come to us with
"a number" of truck rentals.

My friend, I saw your photo
in The Hollywood Reporter.

You're a senior executive.

-You read
The Hollywood Reporter?

-There'll be more work
down the line.

I'm not sure
what you had in mind.

-A couple of menus.

Whatever they like.

It's on the house.

-No, no, no.
We're fine. Thanks.

-Yeah, popcorn's good.

-I want every contract.

Drivers, equipment, catering.

Plus no-show jobs
in every department.

-Yeah, I can't do that.

-Sure you can.

-No, there's investors.

There's a board.

If we're smart

and we don't
run the studio into the ground,

you'll see profits
for years to come.

-I see, a long-term plan.

-Exactly.

-I don't work like that.

-What if we start with
a few no-show jobs?

-Am I negotiating with him
or with you?

-I'm just trying to help.

-Trucks and toilets.

That's what I'm offering.

You feel you've earned more.

I don't know what to tell you.

But I have to go.

You know how to reach me.

-I do know how to reach you.

-We'll work it out.

Thanks for the popcorn.

-Yeah.

Almost.
-We don't like it.

-There's still a bit in here.
-I'm good.

-I think Wyatt's more of
a malt liquor guy.

Say, "Nighty-night."

-Oh, nighty-night, Lulu.

Oh, you mean him.

Hey, Shorty.

-Hi, Wyatt!

Sorry, scrimmage
went into overtime.

-God, you look so grown up.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just when
we worked together,

you were wearing a bonnet.
-Yeah, yeah.

Her, um
Her look has evolved a bit

since "The Admiral's Mistress."

We saved you a plate.

-Yeah, um, can I eat this
in my room?

I have a problem set due.

-Oh, sure. Just remember
that we have to pack tonight.

We're picking up the key for
the new house in the morning.

You are gonna flip
over that pool.

-Can't wait. Bye, April.

-Nice seeing you.

-You done?
-Yeah.

Oh, Ali tells me
that you're gonna get,

uh, an official offer this week.

-Huh?

-The board signed off
on hiring you,

not that it was ever in doubt.

-Right.

So, I got a visit from
the police this morning.

-Yeah?

What did they want
to talk about?

-My HR complaint.

Guess it was the only one
that didn't leak to the press.

-That was a bit of luck,
wasn't it?

-Was it luck?

-I don't follow.

-I don't have any friends
in the HR department.

-Hmm.

-Maybe my complaint wasn't
filed with the others, or...

maybe it was held back
on purpose?

-No, I'd imagine
whoever leaked those files

probably thought they were
doing a public service.

-How do you figure?
-Well, people deserved to know

who Laurence really was,
you know?

-They asked me about you, too.

-Did they?

-The night Laurence died,

you told them
you went out for tacos,

but you told me
you had to work late.

-Okay. Stop.
-So

-I just want to know if you
-Fucking stop!

Please.

Uh...

If we're gonna be together,

you have to know when to
just leave things alone.

-What does that mean?

-There are aspects of my life,
my business,

that you just can't
ask questions about.

I realize that's not ideal.

I do.

But, April, I have tried
the full disclosure route,

and it's fucking poison.

-Miles, couples don't
keep secrets from each other.

They don't lie.
-I love you.

I do.

So just trust me.

Please.

It's the only way
this is gonna work.

-I mean, during the harvest,

we're out here for
six, seven hours straight.

I used to use sunscreen,

but carrot seed oil works, too.

-Plus you smell like salad.

-Mm-hmm.

-Rick?

Oh, my God!

Rick!

Wow!

Oh, my God!

-What?

You You disappeared.

I thought...
What happened?

-Oh, it's such a crazy story.

Do you remember my old roommate?

-Yeah, I talked to him
on the phone.

-He was obsessed with
paying rent on time.

I had to get out of there.

-Mm.
-How are you?

-Me? I'm I'm I'm fine.

I'm...I'm No.

No. I really I've been going
through a tough time lately.

Yeah, so I came up here
just to think about,

I guess, what's next.

-Mm.

You're searching.

-Yeah.

-I was searching, too,
when I got here.

-Yeah.

And then what happened?

-Well, I found community.

I learned to focus on friendshipand love.

-Oh, love, yeah. That's nice.

-And bok choy.

-We grow our own.

He should come to dinner.

-Oh, my God, totally!
Can you?

Please say yes!

-I-I could eat.

-Huh.

-I can't believe
they just gave you a BMW.

You got Sirius radio.

Look at this interior.

Just...

You're thinking about April.

-I called her twice, no answer.

-She'll come around.

-I should've
played it different.

I should've...

I just don't want to
make the same mistakes

that I made with Katie,
you know?

Hey, have you found a role
for Gladys yet?

-Oh. Yeah.

Actually, there's one
in "Tears From Venus."

Character's Tai Lin.

-Has some cool lines.

What?
-If you'd actually read it,

you would know that Tai Lin
is an elderly Korean man.

-Does he have to be?

-Fuck!
-What the hell was that?!

-Outta fucking nowhere,
he just slammed on the brakes.

Oh, shit!

No, don't!

Oh!

Shit!

-So...I guess we know what
Hector thought of your offer.

-Okay.

-I'm not supposed to be
out of bed.

Had surgery for my hernia.

-Surgery?

-Laparoscopic procedure.

-Well, you're already up.

How the fuck
did you get a hernia?

-Don't worry about it.

Take it you didn't find cash.

-I'm not here about that.

You heard anything that happenedwith Amara?

-Why would I?

-Her burner's off.

I went to the safehouse,
door was kicked in.

All I could think is Matias
and the crew fucking got her.

-Or she skipped town.

-Well, why would she do that
without telling me?

She was waiting on me.

-You find cash or not?

-That was fucked up.

I got stuck in that back room,
almost fucking died.

-Back room?
-Yeah.

Yeah, telling me that Peewee
had it stashed behind the wall?

It's all fucking cement.

-Cement?

Sure you was at the right spot?

-32 9th Street.

-39 2nd Street.

-Whatever.

I should take off.

-If Amara's gone,

then that money's up for grabs,

and I'm the one
that gave you the code.

-You said there was
no cash in it, anyway.

-But if there is, I'm gonna be
there when you find it.

With this hernia,
I can't do stunt work.

-Shit.

-Imma get dressed,

but if you split,
I'm coming after you.

-Right.

'Cause I'm afraid of you.

-There you are.
I've been looking all over.

-I still don't have an office.

And these bagels
are from this morning.

They're going to waste.
-Listen, I have to head into

another meeting,
but I need a favor.

-Yeah?

-I was looking at my phone
earlier,

while I was watching them
tow my car to the shop,

and I started thinking,

"How are we gonna
handle Hector?"

-Right.

-I think we should take him out.

So, that's the favor?

You go to a meeting,
and I take out Hector.

-Pretty much. Yeah.

-Buddy, I'm not sure
that's a good idea.

-I have amazing news!

-We're in the middle
of a meeting.

-The Board loves
the new company name.

They still have to vote on it,

but apparently
it's like a done deal.

-Well, that is good news.

-Right?!
-Yeah.

Can you shut the door?

-I'll do that now.

-Listen, pal,
you got a lot on your mind

the whole thing with April
and the cops

and the guys
with baseball bats

-Oh, do you have
a fucking point?

-After what happened
this morning,

if you go after Hector,
they're gonna know it was you,

and we are not picking a fight
with the cartel.

-Fuck Hector!

Fuck...him.

Look, he is a mid-level banger
who is trying to scare us.

-I am actually scared.

And Hector's more like
upper-mid-level.

-Well, I am, like,
upper-upper level

of a multi-million-dollar
production company,

and if we're getting pushed
around by a clown like that,

then what's the fucking point?

-Okay, I'm gonna pitch you
an alternative.

You go into the books,

you see how much you can
pull out for Hector

without drawing any attention
or sinking the company.

-Lulu, I'm not an accountant.

-Well, you did it
for "Admiral's Mistress."

-No, no, Rick did all that shit.

We are not hiring Rick.

-No. Absolutely not.

-I mean, you hate him
more than I do.

-There's no question.
I'm I'm just, you know

I'm just thinking through
our options.

-Hmm.

-You know.

-Hmm.

-How's your dinner?

-Everything's so fresh.
-Mm.

-And the
the house is nice, too.

Everybody, uh

They They get their own
private bedroom, or...?

-We share everything.

I know it sounds a little
woo-woo, but it's pretty great.

-Hmm.

-Folks are gathering
to start a fire circle.

Do you want to join?

-Will you be partaking tonight?

-In what, exactly?

Oh. Sorry.

I, uh I didn't know
I got reception out here.

-Thank you.

-Hmm.

-Mmm!

It's your turn.

-Uh-oh.

Peer pressure.

-It's safe.

-I'm not much of a drug guy.

What's in it?

-Friends, over here.
Gather round.

-It's love.

-Let's have it stay open.

-Well, okay, then.

-Oh, yeah, I've got mine.
Here it is.

-It's behind your ear.

-Just back and to the left?

-Yup.

It was this fucking easy?

-Home, sweet home.

There's the Hollywood sign.

-Wow, I can't believe
you have a piano.

-Yes, the house actually
comes with a pianist.

Yeah, he's just taking a break
between sets.

We're not done. Come with me.

And this is your room.

-So cool.

-I mean, we'll paint it,
do the floors.

-Why? It's nice like this.

-Eh, could be nicer.

You know, if we build a loft,

you could have your own
little duplex.

-I don't need that.

-No, I know you don't need it.I'm just saying it would be fun.

-Can we wait?

-Why?

-Just till we know for sure
where I'm living.

-You're living here.

Or did I get that wrong?

-I'm just feeling guilty about
bailing on Mom and Philip.

-So, you might go back?

Well, poor Philip.

You've known him for 18 months.

God forbid
you hurt his feelings.

-Dad, it's not about him.

-Are you serious with this?

-Dad.

Dad.
-Did I imagine it,

or did you come to me
and say that you wanted this?

-I did. I mean I mean, I do.
I want this.

-Have you already discussed thiswith your mother?

-Even if I move,
I'll still be here a lot.

-There's the pool, by the way.

I had the guy heat it up
just for you.

You should do a few lengths
before you abandon me.

-You're the one that was gone
for two years.

-And I am trying to make it upto you, if you'd fucking let me.

-No, you're not, Dad.
This house is for you,

so you can feel like
the big shot.

-Okay, watch it.
-The Hollywood sign?

It's a fucking cliché!

LA, the movies
It's always about you!

-Your therapist
feed you all that?

Is that...?

If you're so miserable,just go be with your mother now.

Fucking go. Go on.

Give Philip my love.

Shorty, I didn't mean that.

-I'm getting a Lyft to Mom's.

-Rick?

Come join us.

-Amara?

Is that you?

-Ricky, my love.

-Amara.

Oh, I killed you.

I'm so sorry.

-Shh.

I forgive you.

-I only worked with the Feds

'cause I thought
you whacked Banana Girl.

But she's fine.

-Be free, Ricky.

Live your life.

Find love.

-Are you sure?

'Cause a threesome's

It's kind of a lot
for a-a rebound.

-I release you.

-Thank you, Amara.

-Don't worry about it.

-Seven hundred large, at least.

Can't tell how much
the jewelry's worth, though.

This is a fucking game changer
for me!

I've been having ideas lately,
too.

What I'd do with financial
independence, you know?

Business prospects.

-What about Capotillo?

Fuck Capotillo.

They don't need to know
about this.

-Alright, then.

-So, what are you gonna do
with your half?

-First, we need to figure out
how we're gonna split it up.

-Well, you take the jewelry.
I'll take the cash.

-Like that's doing me a favor?

-Well, one of the watches
could be worth half a mil.

Well, what's your great idea?

-I got a guy down in San Dimas
that can fence it.

Call him and get an appraisal.

-Fine. Call him.

You two, meet me
in my apartment tomorrow.

-Let you keep the cash?

-What, you don't trust me?

-So I'll keep the bag.

-Well, now I don't trust you.

-Hello?

-I heard you had some
car trouble yesterday.

-I'm still finding pieces of
glass in my ear.

-Well, maybe you thought
more about

what you bring to the table.

-Yes, and I have good news.

Five more contracts,
two year-round.

Course, the work will still
need to be done

in a reasonable fashion.

-Oh. Contracts for what?

-Van rentals and greens.

- Come on.

-I'll have to look at the list,
but taken together,

it's a significant amount

-You know what your problem is?

You only think about yourself.

All the people that helped
get you where you are,

you don't give a shit.

Even your daughter's pissed off.

-What's that?

Don't fucking mention my family.

-Mm.

Emma, right?

Yeah, she seemed upset
when she left last night.

I hope she got to school okay.

-What?

Come on.

-Hey, it's Emma.
Leave a message.

-Yeah, is is Katie there?

This is her ex-husband, Miles.

It's extremely urgent.

-She's in surgery.
Can I take a message?

-Could Well, have her call methe second she's done.

Just Or if she can...

If you can
get her out of surgery,

just t-tell her
it's an emergency, okay?

Shit.

-Excuse the interruption.

-Now, collect your murals.

And they all go to the back
of the room.

-Hey.
-What's going on?

-Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.

I just, um I was a bit
worried when you didn't answer.

-What?

-I just Oh, I don't know.

I thought something
had happened.

-You kicked me out of the house.

That's what happened.

-I didn't mean it.

I really didn't.

I just
You can live wherever you want.

Okay? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-Dad, are are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

You go back into class.

I'll check up on you later,
alright?

Go on.

Just, um, answer your phone
when I call.

-Okay.

-Love you, Shorty.

-You, too.

-Go on.

-Very good.

-It's in the middle
of the field.

-Ooh!

Pinche gringos
are all about soccer now.

-Ah, they like to think
they are.

They don't have
the attention span.

-They watch golf.

That shit takes hours, man.

Aah!

-Make a sound,
I'll paint the fucking walls.

Are you really this stupid?

Ohh!

-Face down.

Give me your phone.

Phone.

Face the wall,
count to a thousand.

Do not turn around.

Hands!

-You may notice it's a rental.

Company car's in the shop.

-New ceiling fan in the bedroom.

-I saw that.
-We had it on low,

but you can put it on high.

-Low was perfect.

Are you leaving?
-Get some groceries.

You like that almond milk,
and we're out of eggs.

-Mom, you don't have to
go to the grocery store.

I can
-Back soon.

-Everything alright?

-Can I ask you about something

that you probably don't
want to talk about?

About when Mom left you?

-She left.

She came back.

-And you didn't want to know

where she had gone,
who she was with?

-She's the only one
I could see myself with.

Why mess that up?

-Come on.

Aah!

This is a big mistake.

-Now, you keep saying that,
but when I put a bullet in you,

won't that suggest
that you made the mistake?

Face the wall.

Cheers, pal.

-My pleasure.

-Hey, do you have
phone reception here?

-Um...

Two bars.

-Alright.

I'll text when it's time.

-Hey, you you got a second?
-Not really.

-I found a role.

-Not the time!

-Gladys is flying in tomorrow,

and this movie "Dry Heat"
a lot of good lines.

The description is,

"She's mid-30s,
she's attractive"...

-Oh, my God.
-..."vivacious and funny."

Now, I looked up "vivacious."
-I'll do what I can.

-Yeah?
-I can't override the director.

-Mm, yeah, you can, 'cause
you're the fucking boss.

-Hey.

You.

What the hell is this?

Why am I here?

-It's kind of stuffy, right?

It's okay.
We won't be here long.

-Ah.

What the fuck?!

What the fuck?!

-What's wrong?

-This. This This...

What did you do to me?

-Branded you.

Does it still hurt?

-Yeah, it it hurts.

Of course it hurts.

Does it say "Jim"?

Who the fuck's Jim?

-I'm Jim.

-He's the father
of our collective.

-Brother Rick. I'm so gladyou could join our family.

-I'm not your brother,
you sicko.

-The pain goes away.

It's an initiation
that we all go through.

-I've got one, too.
-We all do.

-It's a symbol of love.

-No, this this This is

This is what you do to
to cows!

Not people!

I was drugged.

You people drugged me.

Alright. You're gonna hear
from my lawyers.

-Hey, chill out, man.
-Rick.

-Don't touch me!
-Stay for breakfast.

-Fucking maniacs.
-We have quinoa.

-All of you!
-Rick.

-Fuck it. Let him go.

Alright.

Let's go.

-You want to see the sun come
up, you better drive me back.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get up.

And if you have family,
you better think about Ohh!

-If you're gonna puke,
do it now.

These are my favorite boots.

Alright.

Table for Miles Daly?

Oh, I-I see them.

-It's a-a smaller story, which,

of course helps in terms of
keeping our budget down.

-Señor Rosas?

-Hector. Welcome.

You know, Hector is
a fellow restaurateur.

He owns a bar and grill
on the East Side.

I'm sure you know,
but Mr. Rosas owns this hotel.

-Owns the chain.

-Owns this chain of hotels.

And they do an amazing high tea.

-I think that's for the
You got a little...

-Can we offer you some tea?

-Oh, I can't have caffeine.

-Oh. We'll take a pot
of peppermint tea

and, uh, one more
of the Earl Grey.

Thank you.

Cucumber, salmon,
coronation chicken.

-Oh. Chicken sounds good.

-Miles was just telling us
that he offered you

nearly $100,000 in
monthly ongoing contracts.

-I-I still felt
that there was

-And you turned this down
without consulting Señor Rosas?

-Sandwich?

-As a sign of good faith,

I have offered Mr. Rosasback-end points on all my films.

This should ensure
that we all profit

from the success of
Clean Slate Productions.

-I'm accepting the offer,

unless you have a problem
with it.

-If that's what you want,
it's good with me.

-These are amazing.

-Which? The salmon?

Give me one, will you?

Hector, would you like a scone?

A scone?

No?

You're missing out.

Mmm!

Hey, your boy's running late.

-Probably hit traffic
in the valley.

You got anything to eat?

-There's a Burger King around
the corner, serves breakfast.

Go get us some.

Like I'm gonna run off
with the cash in 10 minutes?

-Motherfucker, where you been?

-Uh, I was gonna come through
last night,

but I've got the flu.

-Open the door.
-I don't wanna get you sick.

-Man, I don't care
if you have Ebola.

Let me in.

If you're so sick,
why is he here?

You having a fucking
slumber party?

What is that?

-Yeah, it's just...stuff.
-Ooh!

Puta madre.

You've been holding out on me,
huh?

I mean, yo, this
this gotta be like...

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't fucking move!

-I'm not.

-You going for your piece?

-No.

-Bitch, that is it.

Last time you

-Oh, shit!

-Yeah.

Lock the door.

Go.

-ME's report on Laurence Budd.

Ruling it suicide.

-Are they?
-Almost released it without us.

Commander thinks they're pissed
'cause we beat 'em at softball.

-Keeping the case open?

-Well, I mean

gunpowder, prints,

security footage
is all inconclusive.

-There's the employee,
Miles Daly.

-Circumstantial, right?

-Take another run
at the girlfriend...

-No, I'm saying we're good.

I'll tell Dolan we rule out
foul play, and good work.

-Copy that.

-Thank you, Sarge.

-You good with that?

-I bet you 20 buckswe reopen the case by Christmas.

-Based on what?

-I don't know.

We're missing something.
I just don't know what.

Doubt me?

20 bucks.

-First new message.

-Hey, Rick. It's Miles.

I hope this finds you well.

So, I have a new gig at

the soon-to-be-called
Clean Slate Productions,

and I could use someone
to manage the financials,

someone with
a creative approach...

-...like we used on
"Admiral's Mistress."

So, give me a call.

The sooner the better.

-To listen to your message
again, press 1.

To call the person
who called you back, press 2.

To hear message details,
press 3.

Or to return to the menu,
press star.

-This is Miles.
Leave a message.

-Hey.

Playing phone tag.

Yeah, I got your message.

Congrats on the new job.

I'm kind of, uh, in between
things at the moment.

Anyway, uh, we'll talk.

Yeah.

Hello?

-There's my boy!
Hi!

-Ohh!

Oh, good Oh, did Daddy
help you make that?

-Well, he helped me
pick some of the colors, right?

-Ohh!

You gonna explain
that massive bookcase?

-Oh. Yeah. You like it?
-Yeah, we will talk.

Are you Are you bigger?
You bigger?

-Yeah, no, he sprouted up
a whole inch.

And he's learned some stuff,
right?

-Wyatt, one...

-Two.
-...two, three...

-Oh, my God.
-...four, five!

-No way!

-Come on.
-Oh, no way!

-Oh, that is incredible.
-Yeah.

-Oh, honey, what's wrong?

-I've just missed so much.

And I-I already have to leave
again tomorrow.

-What if you don't have to go?

- What?

-Okay, there's a role in a moviethat we're producing.

It's "Dry Heat." It's a
It's a great breakout part.

And I've already got you a
straight offer from the studio.

-Wait, no, an offer?

For me?

-You'll be spending your days
shooting in LA

and your nights here with us.

-Hello?

-Mr. Daly, it's Lila.

I wanted to follow up
on our meeting.

-Yes, thank you for your help
with Hector.

I'm sure our collaboration
will be

-Señor Rosas
has invested in you.

He wants to protect
that investment.

And he can't guarantee that
Hector will stand down.

-You were pretty clear
with Hector.

-He'll probably follow orders.

But he might plead his case
with Mexico...

-...in which case,

we couldn't stop him.

-You're saying
he's gonna come after me?

-Not necessarily.

I used to think that attaining

a certain status
meant you were safe.

Actually, it makes you a target.

I say that from experience.

-So, what are you
suggesting I do?

-Take precautions
like the rest of us.

Alarm your house, hire security,

and when you're home,
stay away from the windows.

-Stay away from...

My whole house
is fucking windows.

-I need to go.

-"Stay away from windows."

Find it okay?

-Yeah.

Wow.

Fancy shmancy.

-Want some wine?

We need to talk about this?

I was gonna make you a cake,

but I ran out of worms!

You don't need
worms to make a cake.

Don't
tell me how to run my bakery,

you gobshite!

-This is actually the plot of
Miles' next film project.

-You producing?

We heard you're taking a job
at Budd E. Boy.

-Clean Slate Productions.

-I'm thinking about it.

Did he just tell you?

-While you were getting wine.

I am working on
keeping her in LA.

-How's that going?

-Both of my men
are real persuasive.

-Is that a yes?

-Well, we're not rushing her.

-Alright, party boy.

Bedtime.

Okay! It's bedtime! It is!

-Your room is at the end
of the hall.

I put some pillows on the edgeof the bed in case he rolls off.

-Emma's room?

-Yeah, Emma's at her mother's.

-Can I help you put him down?
-More the merrier.

Since at this point, I don't
think he knows me, anyway.

You remember Mommy, don't you?
Kinda?

-I'll be right in.

That look you're giving me
is rather unsettling.

-I'm happy for you, buddy.

And I'm impressed.

I'm skinny-dipping
in that pool later.

-No, you're not.

-We are making our next movie,
and with April.

I was trying to be encouraging,

but I did not think
that she was coming back.

-You were not that encouraging.

-Just take a moment.

Savor this.

-Uh, see, the thing is, Lu,
it's not really

-Wyatt wants to say good night
to Daddy.

-Oh, damn it.

Kids are so needy.

-Right?

-Look, I know you don't want to
talk about this right now,

but wait till I put the script
in front of you.

It's absolutely perfect.
It's absolutely perfect.