All language subtitles for Get.Shorty.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

MILES:
Previously on Get Shorty...

Sad excuse
for a half-assed writer.

Let me handle it. Okay?

I'll make sure he does
what you want.
And I'm a little curious.

About what?

About how the writing
thing works.

Help!

(SCREAMING)

You talk to Mexico?

They wanna keep
business smooth.

But you got the Feds
watching you.

So?

I'll handle the territory
north of Indian Springs.

It's best for everyone.

Josias's men.
They talk to you?

They said shit.
I didn't listen.

-(GUNSHOTS)
-AMARA: It's good you told me.

And now,
you call him back.

(LYLE BREATHING HEAVILY)

You little bitch.

LOUIS: No, no, no!

-(SCREAMING) No!
-What the fuck?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I dreamed Amara was here.

She wanted to see the movie
that we made.

What do you mean?

AMARA: I'm here, Ricky.

And so far...

I like it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DHAR: You look rested.
HUGHS: Do I?

DHAR: Take it you were asleep
when this happened.

Josias was
second from the right.

Chatter suggested
he was gonna move on
Amara De Escalones,

so maybe this is her
getting to him first.

Not our best day.

DHAR: Yeah, better than his.

KATIE: Mmm. Smells good.

Got eggs, there's sausage,
tomato, juice.

(CHUCKLES)

-Fresh coffee.
-Yes.

I even sent
Louis out for pastries.

-Oh. Impressive hosting.
-Good morning.

I'm sure you agree.

It's, um, it's better if Emma
doesn't know about last night.

Did something happen
last night?

(SCOFFS) Well,
you don't remember.
That's your loss.

-Oh, you mean the sex?
-Mmm.

I mean, as a rule,

I don't usually tell Emma
when we have sex.

Do you do that?

No. I mean,
only when it's really good.

Oh.

EMMA: Where's my hair thingy?

I don't have 'em!

We have no idea
what we're doing

and I don't wanna confuse her.
It's not fair.

(EXHALES)

It's not fair on anyone.

EMMA: What are these?

MILES: Hey. Uh, those are
actors that we're looking at.

EMMA: So, who's gonna
be my mom?

-(CHUCKLES)
-I'm being replaced?

Right now, we're just
setting up auditions.

So people come in and meet us,

or they send in videos
of themselves

doing the, you know,
scenes and what not.

If you want,
I can show you some when
you come into the office.

Yeah, definitely.

Also, you're gonna
meet the director,

and the lovely lady
from Gravity Pictures.

Ah. Well, we don't
want to get in the way.

I'm executive producer.

If anyone says
they have a problem with it,

I can have them water boarded.

(CHUCKLES)
We'll swing by Charlene's
and get dressed first.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Oh, this girl was good.
-Hi, hold on.

EMMA: She's good?
MILES: Yes...

Morning.

It's fine.
We're just having breakfast.

JEFFREY: Are you getting
beach weather?

(SIGHS) It's cloudy
in the mornings here.
They call it a marine layer.

(CHUCKLES) Right.

When I lived in San Diego
with my brother, we were...

Jeff, I... I slept
with Miles last night.

Really?

(STAMMERS) Was it an accident?

-KATIE: Accident?
-Yeah, were you sober?

Well, uh, sober enough.

Then you made a decision.

Well, I mean,
I wouldn't call it
a decision. We just...

(SIGHS) I'm sorry.

You're sorry, like,
it won't happen again?

Yes.

No, I mean...
(STAMMERS) You know I got to,

I got to figure that out.

(SIGHS) That would
be good to know.

Jesus.

You know, I shot
three under par for
the first time in a month.

I leave the course,
this is the first
phone call that I make.

-(HORN HONKING)
-Go around, you fucking idiot!

-Go around!
-MAN: Get off the phone,
douchebag.

KATIE: Look,
I'm sorry that it happened,

and I'm sorry to
spring it on you like this.

I just...
I didn't want to lie.

You know what?
I think It's for the best.

Why?

Um, I didn't want to say this,
but I just...

I feel like there's something
toxic about this situation.

Our situation.

And it's affecting me,
personally.

(STAMMERS) But if this
is what gets you off...

To rekindle
a toxic relationship...

Look, I'll be back Tuesday,
we can talk about all this.

Tuesday. (SIGHS)

Nah, you know what?
Fuck this.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Hello?

MAN: Jerry,
cappuccino's ready.

Espresso shot
as well, huh?

-Oh, thank you.
-Yeah.

WOMAN: Large Americano
and decaf coffee.

WOMAN: Caramel Latte.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

YAGO: We can't sit around
here in LA.

When are we back in Nevada?

ED: Too much heat.

YAGO: Josias had business
from Indian Springs
all the way to fucking Reno.

(CHUCKLES)

I fucking played him.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

ED: Yeah?
CLIPPER: We're set up.

How is he?

CLIPPER: Been better.
LYLE: Hey. Hey, who's that?

CLIPPER: Had the doctor
give him antibiotic.

LYLE: Hey, man. Please.

Don't know how long
he's gonna last though.

Tell 'em I work with you.

I just... I need to
get to a hospital.

Look, I promise
I can help you out
with whatever you need.

ED: At least he's talking.

CLIPPER: Yeah, he's either
passed out, or won't shut up.

ED: Amara says,
"Do whatever you have to do
to keep him alive,

"at least until he tells us
what we need to know."

-They're ready.
-Mmm.

Like you said,
everything north
of Indian Springs is ours.

-Damn right.
-ED: But we don't know
who was kicking up.

So we got Josias' boy, Lyle,
here in a safe house in LA.

He's the only one left
that knows Josias' operation.

YAGO: Okay.

ED: She wants you to go over,

get all the names
and payoff amounts out of Lyle
while he's still alive.

Shouldn't I be in Nevada,
running shit from the ground?

Run it from LA.

Whatever you find out,
just tell the guys back home.

You're basically
the command center
for the whole expansion.

I mean, yeah.

If that's what you want.

Such a good boy.

RECEPTIONIST: No,
I'm gonna need you
to get back to me.

Bear claw?

I got bear claws. Come on.
Bear claw? They're good.

Now we gonna push in
as debris and bodies
keep flying past camera.

And I'm gonna
tilt up like this
and slowly come back.

Yes. Daly. D-A-L-Y.

Yeah, I'm calling
about an actress
that she represents,

uh, Becca Morgan.

-LOUIS: Bear claw?
-Yeah, I can hold.

I don't know if it's just
the coffee shop on Tujunga,
or if it's all of LA.

But everyone in there...

Every... Everyone,
I mean, everyone
is writing a screenplay.

So, I mean, do writers just
work in coffee shops or...

Is everyone
in LA a fuckin' writer?

MILES: Hey.

She is? That's great.

I mean, of course she is,
it's a beautiful role.

I can get her a meeting but
she'll have to be quick,

there's an awful lot
of interest.

Okay, well, let me
find the time and
I'll call you back later.

-Did you hear that?
-Hmm?

That is textbook.
Sell the sizzle
and not the steak.

Well, my sizzle got sold.

Where is Hafdis?

-He was just there...
-What do you got?

GLADYS: On a scout.

Rick. Becca Morgan,
she's interested in
the role of Margaret.

Okay, well, well, who's that?

Could you get
April Quinn on the line?

Also, can I get one of those
headset things for my phone,
like that lady has, there?

Becca Morgan,
she was a breakout role
in Flashing Lights.

RICK: Which is?

A film out of New Zealand,
winning loads of awards.

-According to who?
-Her agent.

Ah. Now, see.
You gotta watch out.

That's what the agents do.
They talk...

GLADYS: I have April.

Oh, all right.
Put her on speaker.

-Hello, Miss Quinn.
-APRIL: This about
Becca Morgan?

-You heard.
-Unbelievable.

Kisbye, now Morgan.

I don't know what they
see in this project or why
they'd want to work with you.

But it's a good cast.

Brandon likes her?

APRIL: He saw
Flashing Lights at Telluride,

he's been killing himself
trying to put her
in something.

Yeah, she was great in that.
We love her.

Becca wants to come in
and discuss the role.

I was thinking we could
use that big white room

that you brought us to,
the one with the...
With the trees.

Make sure Hafdis can come.

Yeah. And, uh, Julian Pynter.
She's gonna want to
meet the writer.

-APRIL: No, he quit.
-What?

APRIL: Yeah. Stopped
returning calls, really weird.

But don't bring Louis Darnell.
He's a train wreck.

Yeah, no problem.

-How's 1:00 pm?
-How's it look?

Yeah, should be good.

Line producer interview
is at 10:00 and the investor
comes in a noon.

-What investor?
-Amara de Escalones.

-Amara's coming where?
-Here.

To this office?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She called last night.

Said she's coming by
this afternoon.
I thought you knew that.

Hello?

You know, 1:00 pm, great.

APRIL: All righty, then.
Brandon's gonna be ecstatic.

Could we step
into your office?

She called me.
I didn't call her, so...

Talked about
the project, that's all.

Our project.
It's not like I said,

"Hey, come to LA."

Why didn't we hear
about it till now?

I didn't know
myself till last night.

Get a hold of Ed,
find out why they're here.

Oh, shit. I better
tell Katie not to come.

LOUIS: What are you gonna
tell her?

MILES: I don't know.
I'll text her something vague.

All right. I know,
I know the rough stuff
happened in Nevada.

The stuff with your face.
And okay, that's...

It's unacceptable.

But she's not gonna
try that stuff
outside the casino, right?

It's... This is
what investors do.

They want the glitz
and the glamour.

She picks up a souvenir,
she goes home.

You don't want her
picking up souvenirs.

What does that mean?

Ed's not answering.

(LOUIS SIGHS)

You're not gonna be available
to meet Becca Morgan today.

Why's that?

You're gonna be too busy
showing Amara the beautiful
sights of Los Angeles.

Like, uh, the
Chinese Mann Theatre.

MILES: The Hollywood sign.
LOUIS: Or the wax museum.

Whatever it takes to
get her fill, so she can
drive back to Pahrump.

I don't know why
this is on me.

But fine, I'll deal with her.

Just want to point out,
she's your investor.

Should we use the round table
for the appetizers?

No, I know, we'll set out
stuff for the bar.

WAITRESS: Yes, ma'am.

-Hey!
-Morning.

I thought you were
in the guest house

but then Jenna said,
"No one's in there."

-Oh, we stayed at my dad's.
-Okay.

We're going to visit Miles
at the studio.

But I will be back to help you
get ready for the party.

-All right.
Get changed, we'll go.
-Yes!

-You slept at his place.
-Yeah.

Just sleep?

Not just sleep.

-What's the deal?
-(SIGHS) I don't know.

He just... (SIGHS)

He just makes it so easy.

It's like an addiction.
I don't know.

-Want to invite him tonight?
-No, no, bad idea.

You sure?

Look. It's Indian Springs.

CHARLENE: (SIGHS) I saw that.

No offense,
but I do not miss Nevada.

How long they been on us?

Since the hotel.
Could be Feds, or LAPD.

Let 'em follow. Fuck 'em.

Thank you.

Here you are now.

You want to take a left,
and then the next right
past the water tower.

-Appreciate it.
-CLANCY: Yeah.

Morning, Mr. Palmer.

CLANCY: Licenses,
and who you're here to see?

Special Agents Ware
and Carmadelle, FBI.

Okay but, uh, you have
a drive-on pass?

We're running
an active investigation.

CLANCY: Sir, in order for me
to let you on, you're gonna
need a drive-on pass.

We don't have time for that.

CLANCY: Well, I'm authorized
to let you on with a warrant,

or if you're coordinating
with the police department
on the studio lot.

Otherwise, you're gonna
want to make a U-turn
and use that exit.

This is the safe house?

CLIPPER: Yeah.

And why does it smell
like this? Fuckin' reeks...

(SIGHS) Hey, buddy?

Heard you're not
feeling too good. Hmm?

Sleeping beauty?

He's out, man.

So how we gonna do this?

-Get epinephrine.
-Okay. Well, whatever
you gotta do.

(PHONE DIALING)

-BLIZ: (OVER PHONE) Yo.
-What's up, dog?

Hey, yo. It's, like, the wild,
wild west up in this shit.

I mean, we ride in
and we just take.

YAGO: Really?

I mean, niggas be
handing it over, man.

Cash, candy and pussy.

Yo, took down a stash house
Josias had in Beatty?
(CHUCKLES)

Walked out with
some serious powder, yo.

I'm...
I'm saying a fuckin' key.

-Yo, you tell anyone?
-Ah. Keeping it for
you and me, man.

Okay.

How's Hollywood?
You living it up?

Yeah. I'm in charge
of the expansion.

Uh, it's a lot of
responsibility.

BLIZ: Yeah, I know.
Ed told me.

Uh, you got any questions
for our friend?

BLIZ: Oh, yeah, yeah. Hold up.

Yo, ask him what Josias
was getting out the dope house
from Beatty Avenue C.

(GROANS) Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

I need to get
to a hospital, man.

Please. I need a doctor.

Dope house in Beatty
on Avenue C.

What are they kicking up?

Twenty-five.

He says they're
kicking up twenty-five.

BLIZ: Find out who Josias
was working with in Ely.

You get me to a hospital, man.

I swear to God I'll help you
out with all this shit.

Who you working with in Ely?
What's his name?

LYLE: My boys there
hook you up.

YAGO: Who's your man in Ely?

Hey.

Hey!

(SCREAMING)

Tell me he didn't
just fuckin' die.

Still breathing.

Keep pushing on
his wound like that
and he'll keep passing out.

Well, then, give him
another injection.

Don't know if he can take it.

Don't tell me what he'll take,

just shoot this bitch up
and let's get this fucking
show on the road.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MILES: Amara. Rick just
told us you were coming,
what a lovely surprise.

LOUIS: Welcome to Hollywood.

Hmm. This all you guys?

MILES: All us, yeah.

Hmm. It's just an office...

Oh. Hey, there.

Hi. Oh, sorry I couldn't
go out last night.

Where's my movie?

Oh, we haven't started
filming yet.

This is what they call
a "pre-production."

-Hmm.
-Pre-production?

Let me give you a tour.

This here is the bullpen.

And that's the, uh,
supervisor's desk.
And back there is, uh...

-That's accounting.
-Accounting.

Yeah. Not flashy,
but, you know, important.

Set design, right here.

It's hard to get a sense
from the little drawings
but it'll...

This is where
the director works.

Right in there. (COUGHS)

That's Miles,
that's me in the corner.

This is you?

Uh, yeah. Not much
to see in there, really.

Do I have a room?

Not currently. No.

Can, uh, get you
something to drink?

Uh, bottle of water? Snacks?

-ED: What kind?
-Oh. (STAMMERS) We got cheese
sticks and granola, power...

Why don't you show Ed
the kitchen?

-Yeah.
-RICK: Oh, yeah.
Take whatever you want.

LOUIS: You got to see this.

MILES: (CLEARS THROAT)
Can I ask
what brings you to LA.?

I'm here to see my movie.

Okay, great.
And how long are you in town?

Don't know.

Well, I hope you have,
uh, time to see the city
while you're here.

The Walk of Fame
and, uh, tar pits.

Walk of Fame?

Oh, yeah. It's this
great side-walk with
loads of names on it.

-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Big stars.

And stars on it.

Oh, I have to take this.
Excuse me.

Hey, sweetheart.
Did you get my text?

KATIE: Don't think so.

I said don't come yet.
There's, uh, been
a change of plan.

KATIE: Well, we're here.
MILES: Where?

We parked and
we're headed over.

On, um,
"Cary Grant Avenue."

Could you just stay there
and I'll come meet you?

Well, why don't we...

TOUR GUIDE:
If you look at the left here,

they're setting up
for a shot right now.

(KATIE AND EMMA CHUCKLE)

Deluxe studio tour.

Exclusive access
for VIP's only.

-Ah! You got your own cart?
-Uh-huh.

Can I drive?

You cannot. Grab ahold
of something, ladies.

We're pulling out, giddy up!

EMMA: Oh, no. (CHUCKLES)

-Pretty fun. (LAUGHS)
-Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

'Course your mother's
no stranger to
riding around in golf carts.

But they're little more
enjoyable on a studio
lot though, right?

Ah, that's the spot there
where Paul Newman locked
himself out of his car...

EMMA: (CHUCKLES)
So these are all fake houses?

KATIE: Where's your office?
MILES: Oh, we're not gonna
make it there today.

EMMA: Wait, why not?

MILES: Uh, had some meetings
come up with business affairs.

You know, like the suits.

Can't really bring
a family there.

You can see the office
another day.

Ah. And here is
the real studio tour.

Tickets are inside.

You're ditching us?

Uh...

But tonight I'm gonna
bring you to
a classic LA hangout.

But we have the party tonight.

It's Charlene's
husband's birthday.
I told you last week.

-Ah.
-You can go. Mom?

Charlene invited you.
I just didn't know
if you'd want to.

I'd love to see Charlene.

And to meet these LA friends
you keep talking about.

-EMMA: Okay.
-So I'll see you later.

MILES: Enjoy.
EMMA: I will.

All right. (CLEARS THROAT)

I'd reschedule the fuckin'
meeting if I could...

No, I get it.

Hey, hold on.

Could you meet me tonight
before the party? Just you.

-Well, I'm...
I'm helping Charlene.
-Five minutes.

For what?

I'll text you the address.
It's a surprise.

Well, thank you
for the VIP tour.

TOUR GUIDE: All right folks,
welcome to the
Gravity Studio's tour!

(SIGHS) It ain't pretty.

MILES: Let's hear it.

Ed said that they took out
Josias Ramos and his crew.

His crew. How many men?

Dozen.

Holy shit.

LOUIS: So, Amara split
Nevada before it went down,

she decided this is as
good a place to go as any.

And then Yago
came up to join her.

So she'll have Feds watching.

Safe bet.

Which means they'll be
watching us too.

Holy shit.

Everything was peachy and she
brings the circus to town.

Be careful,
she might hear us. Just...

-The fuck?
-LOUIS: What?

Nothing, just...

This memo. It says I missed
a call from your agent.

(CHUCKLES)

He might have called.

-Your agent?
-Yeah.

You have an agent.

Matt Solo.
Yeah, I met him at church.

-Did you?
-LOUIS: Mmm-hmm.

Why's he calling me?

I'm not totally sure but
could be to discuss my fee
for the screenplay.

Your fee...
That you didn't write.

We know that.

Just to be clear.

We may be implicated
in a mass murder

and you're trying to gouge me
for fuckin' script money?

He said that the studio
would pay for it.

-Oh, shit.
-Oh, they're leaving.

So, Rick's taking you
to see the sights, is he?

Yeah. Can't go wrong with
the Walk of Fame, right?

-MILES: No.
-It's a side-walk with
names. (CHUCKLES)

I wish we could come.

Uh, send some pictures.

Hmm. Let's go.

Good luck with
that actress, huh?
Crossed fingers.

Who? What actress?

RICK: No. I've never
even heard of her.

(STAMMERS) I'm not even going.
I'm gonna let Miles handle it.

You meet here?

Oh, no, no.
Way over at the studio.

We've got so many actor
meetings coming up, don't we?

I mean, if down the line
you want to sit in on one,
that would be...

I come to this one.

There's really no need.

You don't want me to go?
But you go.

(CHUCKLES)
I have to. It's my job.

Your job is what I say it is.

The more the merrier.

Good idea.

Ed called.
Amara wants me in Nevada.

No, there's no way you're
going down there
and I'm staying here.

We were supposed to get
an update two hours ago.

My ass hurts from
sitting in this fucking chair.

It'll come by.

All right, he said to
keep an eye on Lyle.
Just don't let him die.

Ed can go fuck himself.

Change the IV every six hours.

If the EPI stops workin',
give Ed a call,
he'll get a doctor.

-Fuck!
-All right, microwave there.
Soup and tortillas.

Yeah, yeah, that's great.

Thank you. It's like
Nevada fuckin' correctional.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Yo.

Hey.

Hey. Wake the fuck up.

-(LYLE GROANS)
-(SIGHS)

(LYLE GROANS)

Fuck!

I take this tiny movie
out of New Zealand,

I mean, it paid nothing
but I liked the script.

Next thing I know,
it's winning awards

and I'm having a meeting with
Hafdis Snaebjornsson about
an amazing new project.

-(APRIL CHUCKLES)
-Well, we're just
lucky to have you here.

Mmm-hmm. Right.

I watched your film
on a flight to Reykjavik.

Your performance was
absolutely stunning.

It was haunting
in its honesty.

Mmm. I thought so.

-That's very kind.
-APRIL: Mmm.

And congratulations
on the reviews.

Thank you.
What happened to your face?

Slipped on a squash court.

BECCA: Oh. Hmm.

What's the movie called?

That I did? Flashing Lights.

Eh, I didn't see.

He say you play prostitute.

Yeah.

You lived
in New Zealand, right?

Right. Still catch myself
driving on the left side,
now and then. (CHUCKLES)

(ALL CHUCKLE)

BECCA: I learned so much,
living there. About
New Zealand, but also...

She don't look like Margaret.

(MILES GULPS)

AMARA: You wanna play
Margaret, right?

But you don't look right.

And that's what's so amazing
about actors, innit?

-How they can
transform themselves.
-RICK: Yeah...

Mmm-hmm.
(GASPS) Sorry, I should go.

I'm, um, I'm meeting friends
of mine tonight, who own an
organic winery in New Zealand.

You should come,
if you want and we can
talk about the movie?

-Sounds nice.
-BECCA: My agent
has my number.

-(APRIL CHUCKLES)
-Oh, um, does this mean
you're gonna take the role?

I'm definitely interested.

-So exciting!
-BECCA: Lovely to meet
you all.

RICK: Yeah, you too.

-Becca, I'll see you out.
-BECCA: Okay.

HAFDIS: Okay.
MILES: Cheers.

HAFDIS: Thank you.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Sounds like
we got our Margaret.

RICK: Yeah.
APRIL: It's a huge get.

Brandon will be over the moon
when he hears.

-Oh, yeah. This'll be good.
-We find someone else.

I think she's perfect.

No. She, she has
the dignity I envisioned

and the quality of someone
who knows suffering.

No, no, no. Someone else.

Amara, right?

I told Rick I was happy
to have you
join for this meeting.

But this studio also has
a stake in this film.

A very large stake.

So this just
really isn't your call.

(EXHALES)

I just tell you what I see.

And we appreciate that.

-I came here in a golf cart.
-Ah.

-Anyone needs a ride?
-Oh.

-We need to talk.
-Yeah.

RICK: Yeah.

Tonight we go to dinner.
Where we gonna go?

Oh. You know what?
I can't do dinner tonight.

I've got too much work on
of a productorial nature,

maybe Rick will take you
to the Bel-Air Lounge.

You're gonna love this place.

Got loads of Hollywood history
and celebrities.

Yeah, okay. (CHUCKLES)

But you're too busy?

I'm afraid so.

'Cause you're
a movie producer. I see.

What makes you
think they were Feds?

ED: What do you mean?

Well, you said
they were in the car
behind you at the gate.

Don't know if they were Feds.

Just know that
they were tailing us.

Emma asked where
I was going and I said,
"Your dad won't tell me."

She wanted to come and
I said she couldn't,
even though I don't why...

-Is your hair different?
-Balayage.

What now?

It's fancy highlights.
I had it done at Charlene's.

Don't ask what it cost.

-It looks beautiful.
-Thank you. (SIGHS)

You wanna, maybe
tell me why we're here?

You like this place?

Who lives here?

You, maybe.

I didn't buy it,
I just... I rented it.

But if you come to LA
we could stay here.

Miles.

I had to give 'em
three months in advance.

But don't let that
influence you.

Come on, have a look inside.

Okay.

"Beautiful period home with
charming original features."

Bit like myself.

"Ebony floors, subway tiles
in the master bath."

It's got three bed,

in case Emma insists
on living with us.

What if I say no?

It's fine.

I'll have to burn the place
to the ground. But it's fine.

It's a beautiful house.

(SIGHS) It's perfect.

But I, uh, I need a few days
to think about it.

Sure.

(CHUCKLES)
Come on. Let's go party.

(YAGO SLURPING)

Hey.

You left him alone?

I had to get some real food.

I said if you needed anything,
to call me.

It's not like he's
going anywhere.

You got the key?

(YAGO SIGHS)

He keeps passing out.

He's dead.

No shit?

What? I walked two blocks
so I can get a sub, okay?

I was starving.

I gotta call Amara.

YAGO: You know what?
Call Amara.

Tell her I was sitting here
all day in this fucking garage
that reeks of this puta.

She said I would
run the expansion.

Not sit waiting all day,

like some fuckin' secretary
for some phone calls.

And you know what?
And tell her that
if it wasn't for me,

she wouldn't even have had
this new territory.

You don't want me
to tell her that.

You know what?

Get somebody else to
clean this shit, 'cause
I'm fucking out of here.

KATIE: (CHUCKLES)
Oh, Bruce. Miles.
This is Charlene's husband.

MILES: Oh, hey.
BRUCE: Hello, Miles.

You look dapper and manly.

-Thank you, same.
-Well, I was fishing for that.

-(ALL CHUCKLING)
-Beautiful house, by the way.

Oh, thank you.

Dad, Charlene said we could
go upstairs and watch T.V.

Why would you do that when
there's a party down here?

The Voice finale is on
and you have to vote
in real time. So...

Oh, The Voice finale
is on and you
have to vote in real...

That's bloody brilliant, that.
Okay, go on.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

I was gonna go to the bar,
can I fetch you a glass
of your own booze?

Oh, I'm fine. Thank you.

All right.

So, what does your husband do?

Uh, he's a, uh,
a movie producer.

Really?

Yeah. He's making
a film at Gravity Pictures
with Max Kisbye.

-No kidding. I love Kisbye.
-(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

RICK: So, what happens
then is, uh, there's
a table read, and that's...

The studio comes to that.

And if that goes well,
which there's no reason it
shouldn't, uh...

Then, um...

What?

Call Miles.

-Me and Sammy can...
-AMARA: I want Miles to do it.

I'm fine if you want
your, uh...

Your guys to come
and eat with us
rather than wait in the car.

No. It's good, you and me.

We get to know each other.

Yeah. Yeah, it's great.

There's a new chef here.
I'm not familiar
with the menu.

(SIGHS) Oh, hi.

(CHUCKLES) Hi.

I'm Katie.

That's weird.
I married a Katie.

Lovely girl.

She's got highlights.

Did she pay a lot for them?

Oh. With Katie,
no expense is spared.

-(CHUCKLES)
-(PHONE RINGING)

You like Charlene's friends?

I mean, I like them,
but maybe you think
they're stuck up.

(SIGHS) I hung out with some
unsavory people in Nevada.

My bar is pretty low.

Imagine living in this house.

-We'd have parties like this,
if we lived in LA.
-(CHUCKLES)

Hire a bartender.
Pull out the tiki torches.

KATIE: Tiki torches.
Is that the secret?

-MILES: It's basically
all you need.
-(KATIE CHUCKLES)

(GASPS) Have you
seen their screening room?

MILES: Ah, you've seen
one private screen room,
you've seen them all.

KATIE: Come here.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON SCREEN)

Yeah, okay.

Right?

-I mean, a popcorn machine
is a bit tacky.
-(CHUCKLES)

I think in our screening room,
we'd have couches.

With a rising curtain.

And none of this digital shit.
We'll have a real
projector up there.

With a full time
projectionist.

Larry.

-Larry, the projection guy.
-Hmm.

He has a little cot
in his room for
late night showings.

I've done a lot of,
uh, lot of fun, spooky movies
that people enjoy.

But The Admiral's Mistress,

people are actually gonna
see this in the theater.

-That's good.
-Yeah, this could
be a great film.

Really. And that, that scares
the shit out of me, you know?

But we're gonna...
We're gonna go for it.

'Cause you gotta aim high.

If you want that arrow to...
To go high.

Right? (CHUCKLES)

Ooh! It's a good thing
I'm not driving.

Okay, uh, we'll take
the check, please.
Thank you.

Have another.

No, no.
I'm cutting myself off.

I sound like
Peter O'Toole here.

Have a drink,
then come to my hotel.

Oh, uh...

I... I think
I better get home.

You know,
but this has been fun.

-Really.
-You don't take me serious.

I... No. Of course I do.
Of course.

You're a very important part
of this whole thing.

I live in Nevada. Come to LA.

You think,
"She don't understand."

But when I look at people,
I see who they are.

That's a good quality to
have in this town, right?

-I see you.
-Uh-oh.

You want people to like you.

But you're all alone.

Maybe you have a girlfriend
but it don't matter.

'Cause you're alone.

And you're so sad.

This is getting heavy.
(CHUCKLES)

Some people don't
treat you good, eh?

But you're better
than those fuckin' people.

And you don't gotta
feel alone,

'cause Ricky,
you get any lady you want.

Thank you.

All you need is love.

Someone to show you
what kinda man you are.

And sweetheart...

You never had nothing like me.

WAITER: Can I get you
anything else?

Get me another one of these.

(BOTH MOANING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOANING)

You know, I'm actually
starting to think the popcorn
machine is a nice touch.

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH SIGH)

KATIE: Yeah. (LAUGHING)

Oh...

If you don't mind me asking.
Have you been, uh...

You been keeping
in touch with Jeffrey?

I told him I slept with you.

How'd he feel about that?

Me and Jeffrey are done.

Oh.

(PHONE RINGING)

Ah, shit. Yeah, hold on.

Uh, Rick needs to talk to me
about an actor.

I'll be upstairs.

Yeah.

-Yeah?
-ED: Dishwasher broke down.

-Need you to take it out.
-Get a handyman.

She wants you.

It's too risky.

I don't know
what to tell you, man.
She wants you.

Well, it doesn't sound
like I have much
of a choice, does it?

Call from the other line.
I'll get you the address.

MILES: Mmm-hmm.

Drain's over there.

(SIGHS)

-Ready?
-MILES: Ready.

I could have
handled this better.

-(SIGHS)
-What do you mean?

I tried to talk Amara
outta not meeting
with that actress, right?

All I managed to do was
fuckin' piss her off. Gloves?

Here.

And then she wanted
to have dinner.

But I give her to Rick.

Like I was too fuckin'
good for her.

Well, you can beat yourself up
but, the truth is,

we could win fucking Oscars
and she'd still have us
doing these shit jobs.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Is she going back
to Nevada this week?

We can only hope.

(MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

Look, I'm sorry I sic'd
that agent on you.

You got bigger shit
to worry about.

I'm impressed
you got an agent.

I didn't think he'd call.

But here's an idea.

Look, you get the studio
to pay me for my script...

-No, no.
-No! Hear me out now.

Yeah.

You pay me and I
take care of additional
re-writes at no extra cost.

-Oh, that's a great idea.
-Yeah.

Except, you can't
spell your own name.

No, but I'll find
someone who can.

I don't follow.

(COUGHS) LA is so full of
desperate writers

that you can't find a seat
in a coffee shop.

I mean, I could so easily,
just pay someone
to help me out.

Is that what this...
This is about money?

Look, I go to the production
office every day and I...

I don't really have a job.

You're an associate producer,
Lou.

Everybody knows
that's bullshit.

(SIREN WAILS)

Oh, fuck!

Fuck.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Ah.

You think they were
watching us?

It's a black and white,
the Feds would be unmarked.

-Roll up your sleeve.
-What?

-There's blood on
your fuckin' sleeve.
-Oh, shit.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

License and registration.

POLICE OFFICER:
No right turn back there.

Oh. I didn't realize.

-How much you had
to drink tonight?
-Nothing.

You live in Nevada?

Live here. Working here now.

-POLICE OFFICER: Doing what?
-Producing a movie.

-POLICE OFFICER:
Oh yeah? Where?
-Gravity Pictures.

Are you a fan of Max Kisbye,
by any chance?

-Who?
-Here's the registration.

Sit tight, I'll be right back.

-We're all right.
-Uh-huh.

Amara.

Oh...

Ricky.

Yeah. I didn't want to leave
without saying, uh...

-That was nice.
-I know.

Okay, well, I'm gonna
head out. Uh...

I get us breakfast.

No, no, no. I mean,
I would love to,

but, uh, I should really
run by and you got a lot...

-What you wanna eat?
-(SIGHS)

Maybe pancakes.

(AMARA SIGHS)

Hafdis, wakey-wakey.

(GRUNTS) Huh?

So, is Becca Morgan
doing our movie?

I don't know.

I thought you had drinks
with her last night?

Yeah. We had a flight
of wines from New Zealand.

Marlborough, Gisborne,
Hawke's Bay and Nelson,
Northland, Botago.

I'm a bit vague on
what happened after Botago.

Okay.

Gladys, can you call
Miss Morgan's agent, find out
if she's doing our movie.

GLADYS: Mmm-hmm.

I'm gonna get some more
coffee. Want some?

AMARA: Hmm.
RICK: Yeah.

I'll get you some.
Two sugars, right?

-AMARA: Yeah.
-(CHUCKLES)

-MILES: Morning.
-Oh, hey.

How long is she
staying in town?

(SIGHS) Amara?

-Who the fuck else
would I be talking about?
-(CHUCKLES) Right.

Uh, I, I don't know
if she's decided
for sure yet, I don't know.

What did she say?

She said she wants to
stick around
till we're done shooting.

-Done shooting?
-Yeah.

Becca Morgan is confirmed!

That's great.

-That's great news, right?
-Yeah.

All right. Let me, uh,
I'm gonna get some...

-So she's gonna, what?
Get a place here?
-I don't know.

I mean,
that's worse than Pahrump.

I mean, at least
then she wasn't breathing
down our necks...

I mean, neither of us
in our wildest dreams

thought that fucking woman
was coming to LA.

Hi.

Thought I'd surprise you.

If I'm interrupting...

No, no, no. Now's good.

Come in. What is that?

Tiki torch.

-I'll be back in a few.
-No, don't leave
on my account.

Yes. Better if you leave.

(SIGHS)

It's been six months.

Telling myself that,
for Emma's sake
we had to move on.

Because I couldn't imagine
how our situation was
ever gonna change.

Then I came out here.

And I see this life you're
making for yourself,

it's amazing.

-And I find myself thinking...
-Katie, uh, we should talk.

What do you mean?

Let me close the door.

'Sup, son? Makin' the scene,
living the dream?

Yo, you need to get out here.

-You would really like this.
-Seriously?

YAGO: Why not?

Boy, I'd love to get up there.

I mean, I got cousins
in Reseda.

I used to
get there as a kid...

Hey, you still got that flake?

You should bring
that shit with you.

We'll get a little
business going.

Think Amara's
gonna roll with that?

This shit is between
you and me, right?

A little business
on the side,

Amara doesn't
have to hear about that.

I mean, if that's how
you want to play it.

Well, then
get your ass out here.

Bring that fuckin' flake
and let's do
Hollywood in style.

Well, at least now I get it.

How it's possible you could
suddenly be making a movie.

(SIGHS)

If Amara is behind it...

Not behind it,
just paying for it.

So the movie comes out she'll
let you go on with your life?

That's the plan.

What did she actually say?

-You haven't talked about it.
-No, we have.

She's just invested
in one movie.

She agreed that I could
live here and honestly,

I didn't know she was
gonna stay in LA until
five bloody minutes ago.

-Is she here, in the office?
-Yes.

-Oh, Katie...
-I should go get Emma.

We're driving back
right after lunch.

-Back to Nevada.
-Mmm.

MILES: So is that it, then?

'Cause if we're done,
can you just tell me?

Put me out of
my fuckin' misery.

-I'll call you.
-Oh, okay.

I don't mean it like that,
I mean...

I'll call you.

What's that?

I tried to balance coffee
and a stack of binders...

And see? It's almost gone.

-(CHUCKLES)
-That's handy.

Is that ketchup?

Yeah, yeah.

-Hold still.
-Uh...

You, uh, smell, um, nice.

Well, there. I can still
see it, but it's better.

Okay.

Thank you.

(INAUDIBLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

AGENT WARE: Mr. Snaebjornsson.

HAFDIS: This is ridiculous.

Then tell me what I've done.

If you can't tell me,
you gotta let me go...

Calm down.
Sir, where's your car?

-My what?
-Can you tell me
where your car is?

HAFDIS: My...

DETECTIVE FADDEN: If I told
you it was in the swimming
pool of the Wilshire Hotel,

would you be surprised?

Somewhat surprised, yeah.

DETECTIVE FADDEN:
You're going downtown.

All's good.