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MILES:
Previously an Get Shorty...

You want me to stay out of your way,
I'll do it.

But just know that everything I'm doing,

all I'm going through right now
is so that you can tell people

what Emma's dad does for a living.

- Can you just give this to Emma?
- It's in LA.

Acting lessons are a bit limited
around here.

KATIE:
We'll talk about it later.

We can move forward
with the movie and Amara's not involved.

She doesn't know she's not involved.

Just don't mention it.

No. You want to hide it from her?

(GRUNTING)

I tell you I love the script.

What did you do?
You push me out.

- No.
- That's not what Rick tell me.

RICK: Okay, well,
is there a time that he is reachable?

- Get off the phone.
- Hold on.

- Well, does he check his messages?
-(CLATTERING)

Yeah, okay.
Tell him I'll call him back. Thank you.

The hell is this?

Whoa. Jesus.

If I can't trust you,
you're a fuckin' liability.

(SCOFFS) I don't...
All right. Whatever this is about...

This is about me telling you
not to call Amara.

And I didn't.

Eventually, I did. Yeah,
'cause I'm a producer. I gotta check in.

Oh, okay. Well, now you can check
in with the studio

and you can tell them thanks to you,
Amara's investment is now four million.

- Four.
- MILES: Go on.

I... (SCOFFS)

Gravity Pictures didn't offer
a co-production.

And now they don't have a choice.

I'm not gonna tell you what to say

since you're the one with experience
in these matters.

And managing cash is about
all you're good for.

- Did Amara hit you?
- Oh, for fuck's sake.

She had somebody hit you?

Rick, in my world if you violate
the terms of a partnership,

you face the consequences.

-
- If I were you,

I'd put it on a Post-it
and stick it on your fuckin' forehead.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, honey.
How's it going?

We've made Amara money.
Don't forget that.

KPCHE: H! be okay if
we leave by noon, right?

260 miles, that's four hours.

I've done it in three.

(CHUCKLES) Going 90?

MILES: Are you sure
that you don't want to stay at myplace?

Louis is fine with it.

We're at Charlene's guest house.

The showgirl?

Married a lawyer now.
They live in Brentwood.

MILES: Which is?

- Nice.
- MILES: Ah.

Listen. You're probably gonna be hungry
when you get in.

How about I take you both out
for a nice dinner?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Family dinner. Uh, sure.

Yeah, yeah, family dinner.

It's not a date.

I promise, we 'll ha ve
a horrible fucking time.

(CHUCKLES)

Which ones should I pack?

These look exactly the same.

- MILES: Haw is she?
-(CHUCKLES) Excited.

(INHALES) So are we allowed
to watch this class tomorrow?

EMMA: No parents!

MILES: I don't believe
we 're in vited.

(CHUCKLES)
All right, see you tonight.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hello. First time here?

Yeah, I gotta say,
this is a lot nicer than my old church.

(CHUCKLES) Well, thank you
so much for joining us.

- I'm Brother Kimball.
- Oh. Louis Darnell.

- Good to meet you, Louis.
- MATT: The writer?

No. Well, yeah. I mean,
I did write a, um...

The Admiral's Mistress.

Have we met?

Matt Solo, I'm at
William Morris Endeavor.

The tobacco company.

(CHUCKLING)
You write comedy.

I represent great writers
and this guy's script.

One of the year's best reads.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

How's pre-production?

Oh, I'm not.
Well, they brought in another writer.

- Pretty common, I guess.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I hope you were well compensated.

Yeah, I mean...

Yeah. More than scale?

Scale, yeah.

If you want to grab a meal,
you give me a ring.

- Mmm.
- Or you can find me here.

Great. Hmm...

(PANTING)

TYLER: Yes!
Oh, yeah! Fuck.

Fuck. Whoo.

-(SIGHS)
- I needed that.

Yeah.
(HEAVY BREATHING)

- TYLER: Water?
- Yeah, sure. (SNIFFS)

Wait... No, I'm saying can you hand
me at water right there?

Oh, yeah. (PANTING)

Thanks.

Well... (SIGHS)

They're gonna need me back on set.

I have to shower.
Money's on the table.

Oh. Okay, cool. (PANTING)

Hey, I tell you
my roommate took off?

TYLER:
Sorry, what?

My roommate split town

and he actually took
my rent money.

You know,
I'm not on the lease,

they were gonna kick me out.
You believe that?

TYLER:
Shit. That sucks.

So if you hear of a place
I could crash for a while,

you'd...
You'd let me know?

TYLER:
Yeah, no doubt. No doubt.

How's, uh, Lethal Limit?

Oh, my God. It's amazing.

I mean, it's not a big role.

TYLER: But, in a way
it kind of is a big role.

'Cause whenever I'm not on screen,

the other characters are always talking
about me so...

That's great.
(GRUNTS)

TYLER: Also,
I have an audition for this

dope period film,
The Admiral's Mistress.

Like, I probably won't get it.
The producer hates my guts.

- Who?
- Rick Moreweather.

I met Rick, remember?

I had a good conversation with him.

You think if I stopped by his office,
I could score an audition?

- Listen. Uh, bro...
- Yeah.

I kinda gotta get in the headspace
of this new scene. So...

Yeah, totally.

I'll catch you, uh...
I'll catch you later.

TYLER: Peace.

And people, they keep asking me,

"Hafdis. You were at the height
of your career,

"you won the Palme d'Or in Cannes

"and you just leave Hollywood?"

You know what I tell them?

I left because I was tired
of the bullshit.

I was tired of the incompetent producers

and those sycophants kissing my ass.

I so get it.

Yeah, good call.
They're all horrible.

This man though?

And he didn't know he was talking
to a director.

This man was talking to a stranger

and he told this stranger
an incredible story.

A story about joy and pain.

How they are forever linked.

Mm.

Now that's how you find a beating
heart within a film.

I thought he was a hobo.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

APRIL: Oh, great.
Here's the rewrite by Julian Pynter.

You know his work, he's fantastic.

Ooh. (INHALES DEEPLY)

And obviously we'd love your thoughts
before he takes another pass.

Nothing like the smell of a script.

(SNIFFS)

We spoke about, uh, Max Kisbye.

- Yes.
- Now we need Max Kisbye

because he's the only one
in Hollywood with the anger

and the vulnerability we need

to create a character of this caliber.

Unfortunately, he's unavailable.

TMZ has photos of him
at "Morning Light" rehab clinic.

Agoura Hills?

Yeah. Which means he's not allowed
to have a cellphone or internet.

So we could wait forever
to get a read.

Okay, so we look at other actors.

So many brilliant ways we can go, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, yeah. A lot of interesting things
we could do. Yeah.

Oh, so you...
You can just find another actor?

Yeah, why not?

(STUTTERS) Okay,
why don't you find another director?

I mean, if we're not having Max Kisbye,
what's the point, guys?

All right. I'm sure there's a way
we can swing this. Right?

I'm on it.

Meaning, you have a way
to get to Kisbye?

Give me a day and, uh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Good man.

(SCOFFS)

Y AGO: Go up to that guy ,
then press

RISA: I am.

- X!
- I am pushing it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) Don't start
that mission without me.

RISA:
Hey, which phone is that?

It's a new burner.

Yeah?

Josias said he gonna hear you out.

- YAGO: (OVER PHONE) When?
- Tomorrow.

You said you wanted this shit
taken care of, right?

(SIGHS)
Okay. Tomorrow.

LOUIS: Good morning.

He's back.

You said, "He's back"
like you're surprised.

And if that's because they got
a new writer, I'm still helping Miles.

I just meant good morning.

Yeah. All right.

Hey, um, how much does a screenwriter
get for a scale?

For a scale?

Whatever, I mean...
Any scale.

GLADYS:
Depends on the budget.

Mid-levels, maybe low six figures.

Six... A hundred grand?

For a fuckin' screenplay?

You think that's low?

Hey, brother.
Oh, you're reading.

I'll let you do that.

But can I ask you something?

Well, you said that you were gonna find
a job for me on the movie.

- So that I'm not just hanging around.
- Associate producer.

I asked Rick and that's
what he recommended.

I love that. What's that mean?

Uh, it means that...
It means that you gonna help out.

Oh, kind of, like I'm doing already?

Arrogant British nob.

What?

This sad excuse
for a half-assed writer.

Gladys, my love.
Would you happen to have on file

a home address
for Mister Julian Pynter?

- I can get it.
- Thank you.

I told the prick to add a young girl,
just a few lines for Emma.

I'd do it myself, only we're paying
the gobshite a king's ransom already.

You see now? I told you it was bad idea
to bring this guy in.

Thinks he knows better,
that's what it is.

But he and I are gonna
have a little chat.

And if I have to fucking stand above him
and supervise every fuckin' syllable,

that's what's gonna happen.

GLADYS: Here you go.
MILES: Thank you.

I'm gonna send over a courier
with a few little notes.

- Want me to arrange?
- No, no, no. I'll handle it.

LOUIS: Hold on, buddy.

Hold up.

If you go over there
all worked up like this.

- It's not gonna go well.
- Oh, it'll go well.

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.

-"The writing thing"?
- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Just a few lines
for the housekeeper's daughter.

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHUCKLES) Ah, there he is.

I can't believe it.
(CHUCKLES)

- Well, let's... Let's sit.
- Yeah.

(SIGHS)
So, how you doing?

(CLICKS TONGUE)
Uh, generally or the treatment?

Both. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Um, yeah, been in 22 days
and I feel great.

They, uh, tailor therapy
to who you are as an individual, here.

And the therapist has actually been
through this shit himself.

- So...
- Well, that's important. Good.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

They told me you were here, I thought
there was a mistake. (CHUCKLES)

What do you mean mistake?
Of course I'm here.

Oh,I just mean...
you didn't come last time.

Well, I was shooting.

Or the time before, but...

You're here now.
It means a lot.

I'm sorry.
I haven't been in a while.

Nah, it's fine.

Mom doesn't make it
easy for you. (CHUCKLES)

We fell out of touch, it happens.

I get the photos though.

Aunt Martha keeps sending photos like...

I keep a little scrapbook.

- Yeah.
Scrapbook?

Yeah, your pictures
and your sister's pictures.

But this is better, being here.

It's good, yeah.

Yeah.

We... Was that, uh...

That guy that just walked out?
It looked like Max Kisbye.

Oh, yeah.
He checked in last week. But...

- No kidding.
- But I'm keeping my distance.

How come?

Well, I'm, you know,
clean and he's, uh...

(SOFTLY)
Relapsed, like, twice.

Shit. (SCOFFS)

So, I'm staying as far away
from him as possible. (CHUCKLES)

That's a good idea.

- KEVIN: Yeah.
- Yeah.

KATIE:
Oh, my God. (CHUCKLES)

- Five-and-a-half hours?
- Fifteen was a parking lot.

I mean, these maniacs drive
on the shoulder to get past.

You sound like a local.

Oh, God.

- I missed you.
- Oh, I missed you too, Eva.

(SOFT GROAN)
It's Emma.

Emma, See I knew it began with E.

(EMMA CHUCKLES)

- Uh.
- What happened?

Oh, this? Nothing,
just some idiot rear-ended me.

Those airbags pack a punch. Huh?

- Mom, look.
- Did you get it checked out?

Nah, the car was a bit much anyway.

The insurance actually paid
off the lease.

Not the car, I mean, you.

Here, follow my finger
with your eyes.

- Hmm.
-(CHUCKLES)

Hey, you want to check out
the studio tomorrow?

- Mom.
- Oh, I told Charlene we'd have lunch.

Oh, okay.

Ah, we're still good
to eat now though, right?

I got us a reservation in 20 minutes.

A reservation?

This place called the Bel-Air Lounge.

I hear the new chef has his own TV show.

So even if the food is shite
at least it's famous.

-(CHUCKLES)
- I'm driving.

- She's driving?
-(CHUCKLES)

- Put on your seat belt.
-(EMMA CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BEEPING)

Try this.

It's from Guatemala.
Made by gringos, but...

You needed me?

I had them cook dinner for us.

Why?

No "why." I had them
cook chicken pepian.

Oh, with the pepita?

Sesame seeds,
whiskey and cilantro, sf.

-(SIGHS) 77a.
-(AMARA LAUGHING)

Remember when you were a boy.

Hmm.

I say it make you strong.

Now look at you.

Man, these dishes are crazy.
What are "frizzled leeks"?

Oh, yeah. Those are those special, uh,

seahorses in a cabbage broth.

- They're not.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm so hungry that actually
sounded good.

Hey, there. Desmond.

We've been waiting a while now.

Uh, Friday nights are busy.

And there's an after-party
for the awards show.

- What awards?
- Excuse me.

Hi, can I get your name?

MAN: Reynolds.
Party of two.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Sorry, no smoking.

But he can do that?

Vaping? Yes. Mr. Reynolds.

Hey. What are they eating?

Um...

Could be, um, spring pea shoot
and minted yogurt soup?

They give you hammers.

Oh, my God. (CHUCKLING)

They do give you hammers.

What?

It wasn't so pretentious
last time.

I love that we're here.
Are you kidding?

- This is amazing.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, full disclosure...

Since I've been in LA,
I only come to places

where they give you little hammers.

-(CHUCKLES)
- Mrs. Thomas, one moment...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Desmond.
I had a reservation.

And I've been patient.
But if you seat those people before us,

things are gonna get really
fucking bad for you,

really quickly. Do you understand?

Or I've $100 in my pocket. Your call.

- There's a table opening up.
- Is that right?

I'll clear it and we'll seat you now.

- All good.
- They're ready for us?

(AMARA SPEAKS SPANISH)

(YAGO SPEAKS SPANISH)

I hear you hungry lately.

What?

You eat at Raleigh Pupuseria.

Where'd you hear that?

Is it true?

Food is good.
Chicharron con jalapeño.

Forty miles.
You drive 40 miles for chicharran?

I wanted to try it.

It's Josias's place.

I didn't know that.

You didn't know that?

Um, I do now.

I saw his guys around.

(SNIFFS)
Ooh,pepianis spicy.

Mmm.

Josias's men. They talk to you?

They said shit. I didn't listen.

They talk about me?

You? No.

Sure?

They wouldn't say shit.
Believe me, I would set them straight.

We have platanos en mole.

Oh, yeah? That's great.

I'm just gonna use the bathroom.

(YAGO VOMITING)

(PANTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- LOUIS: (OVER PHONE) Delivery.

(JULIAN SNIFFS, SIGHS)

Script notes from Gravity Pictures.

Thank you.

Oh, I need you to sign.

So, uh, let me find the ol' clipboard.

What? Where was...

I think your wife's calling you.

(CHUCKLES) Excuse me?

Yeah, I thought I heard someone.

I certainly hope it's not my wife
since I'm divorced.

Huh, housekeeper?

- No one here but me.
- Really?

Oh, here we go.

There we go. Just, uh,
sign at the top there.

(SIGHS) I need a pen.

Oh, uh. Shit. Damn it.

(SIGHS) Hold on.

(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus. (GASPS)

Did I scare you?

I just didn't want to make
you go back up to the truck.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Just sign at the top, right?

Whatever.

Thanks again.

So how's the script coming?

What?

Told you, I got notes from the studio.

Yeah, I have them.

Yeah. I know that you have them,

'cause most of those notes are the ones
you got the first time around.

You just need to do them

and I'm here to make sure
that that happens.

(CHUCKLES) This is a joke?

No, sir.

What's your name?

So do you have a home office,
or do you just work at the table there?

'Cause, I mean, however
you want to do this is, you know...

Who told you to come...
You know what? Doesn't matter.

You need to leave.

I will. As soon as you take...

No, no. Get the fuck out of my house
or I'll call the police.

Hey, you don't need to be like that.

We're both professional.

(DIALING)

(GRUNTS)
Don't be difficult, Julian.

(GRUNTS) Help! Help!

(SCREAMING)

(JULIAN WHIMPERS)

You know what? You're really making
a big deal out of this.

All you have to do is take the notes.

And you're a badass writer.

I'll bet if you put your mind to it,

you can knock this out before lunch.

(SCREAMING, PANTING)

You don't work for the studio.
Who are you?

LOUIS: Don't run out on me, Julian.

I'll tell you what...

I'm gonna put ice on your hand there,

and then we're gonna get to work. Okay?

Thank you, sir.

Sign this?

Ooh... Cool name tag.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You checking out the competition?

That guy over there,
he's on The Thundermans.

He's a real actor.

You're a real actor. You are.

Welcome. Who do I have
the pleasure of speaking to?

Em... Emma Baby?

Are you asking me,
or are you telling me?

She's got the butterflies a bit.

(CHUCKLES) Acting is playing.

Let your imagination run riot,

you'll have nothing to be nervous about.

Welcome, everyone. I'm Francis Knox,

SAG-AFTRA, AEA, SDC.

Now if the parents here could
please excuse us?

It's time to start our work.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Thank you. Thank you.

Huh? So each of these cards is a scene
in the screenplay?

Yes.

Do the colors mean something, or...

Each color is a different storyline.

How do you know what order
to put 'em in?

(swans)

I ask myself what happens first
then what happens in reaction to that.

Huh. (CHUCKLES)
That's a lot to figure out.

It is.

Hey... Did you always want
to be a writer?

(swans)

When I was ten, I was at a very strict
prep school in Sunningdale.

The only discipline that afforded any
sense of freedom was writing fiction.

Sol became a man of letters.

Mmm. What's that mean?

(SIGHS) A writer.

Um, I don't mean to seem rude,
but I generally find it easier

to work when I'm not engaged
in conversation.

Oh,yeah, oh...
Do your thing, man.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.

Very kind.

(CHAIR SCRAPING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can I help you?

I'm Nathan Hill.
I met Mr. Moreweather a while back

when he was shooting The Hunting.
Really cool guy.

Sol heard he's doing, uh, this new film

and I'm working on the lot today

so I thought I'd stop in.

Score an audition.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Who's your agent?

I don't actually have one.

Well, the only way to get an audition on
this project is through representation.

Yeah, yeah. That makes sense.
(CHUCKLES)

Do you need a PA?

Or I could work in casting as a reader.

Yeah, why don't you just fill
out this application.

I'll keep it on file and I'll let you
know if anything comes up.

Thank you! Very cool.

Uh, can I just take a pen?

- Yeah.
- Thank you. Thank you.

(NATHAN SIGHS)

Oh, I don't have a current address.

Can I just put down my name
and cell number?

-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
- Uh, sorry.

Yeah, yeah, that. (CHUCKLES)

Admiral's Mistress.

Yeah, let me see if I can get him.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yeah, hey. No calls, okay.
I'm going to see Kevin now.

GLADYS: (OVER PHONE)
It's Amara.

Amara?

GLADYS:
Says she got your package.

And if you're not here,
she'll call back.

Package. Shit.

Is Miles here?

GLADYS". No.

Okay.

(swans)

Amara! Hi.

- Hello, Ricky.
- RICK: (OVER PHONE) Hey.

You tell me I'm out of movie.
But guess what?

You're back in! Huh?
Yeah. How about that.

- You would be sad to lose me.
- RICK: {sure would.

And listen, we got
a great director, Hafdis...

I can't say his last name,
but he's great. We're thrilled with him.

So, when do I see the movie?

You know what?
As soon as that premiere comes out,

I'm gonna personally escort
you down the red carpet.

Show me Hollywood.

FUCK". That's right.

You send more scripts, eh?

Yes, I did. I did.
But that was, uh... That was earlier.

And you're still investing
in The Admiral 's Mistress.

So you know what?
That stuff can wait.

Ricky. I got money.

You show me what you got.

Well, I sent you three scripts, right?

The first one is Swamp Children.

Oh, it's based on a graphic novel.

Miles took us out for this fancy
dinner last night.

Wanted to give us a tour of the studio.

He's showing you he's changed.

(SIGHS) Has he, though?

Take it from a girl who used to wear
a feather bikini to work.

The overnight success thing is real.
Especially, out here.

Sorry, sorry.

- Hi.
-(KISSES)

Closing went late. Buyers were arguing
over a roof replacement.

It's like they have five million
for the house

and they can't spare 20 grand
for shingles? I mean...

Nicole. Katie, guest of honor.

- BOTH: Hi.
- Nicole sold me the house.

- Oh.
- So what do you do, Katie?

Uh, plastic surgeon's assistant.

Oh. Woman after my own heart.

Buried in silicone as it may be.

I couldn't tell.

Oh, please. I keep meaning
to have them replaced.

Only I can't spare the recovery time.

- You're a C, right?
- Oh, my God. I love her.

You know, you could switch
to a teardrop shape.

Less projection, we don't
put it under the muscle.

You'd be back at work
in a week and a half, tops.

Better consult than Dr. Soo gives me.

- Leonard S00?
- Yes.

I've been trying to get my doctor
to use his implant.

Well, then I should introduce you.

I would love that.

Only...
We're only here a few days.

Well, if you ever decided to stay...

(swans)

- Lulu. It's great.
- Yeah?

Oh, three little scenes for Emma,
not too many lines. It's lovely stuff.

I... You know, I had him read Emma's
lines out loud so I could hear 'em.

Oh. You did good.

Thanks, buddy.

You know, I can tell that he was working
fast, 'cause there's a lot of typos.

Yeah, well, he only had nine fingers
to work with.

(LULU CHUCKLING)

Oh, no. I didn't cut anything off.
I just broke a finger.

One finger. What?

An A-list writer
and you broke his finger.

Oh, he's not gonna tell anyone,
he was scared shitless.

(GROANS)

Oh, come on.
You know, if you'd gone over there,

you would've skinned him alive.
I saw that look in your eye.

Which is why I let you handle it.

You managed to deal with that girlfriend
of the writer,

how the fuck did you pull that off?

Lulu. Lulu. You said that you convinced
her with your words!

(SIGHS) I did convince
her with my words.

And then, as I was leaving,
she came at me with questions.

Fuck's sake.

So you took her out.

And what's worse?
You lied to me about it.

I didn't lie.
No. I just didn't tell you.

Because your family
was coming,

I didn't want you to get
you all stressed about it...

Oh, much better to handle it this way,

and wait till they're actually fucking
here to tell me.

Jesus Christ, Lou.
Do I need to do everything myself?

You know what? Fuck you.

People all over this town make movies
without breaking fingers

or shooting every fucker they meet.

Well, you oughta work with those people.

I will.

Look, I know that Katie and Emma coming
here is a really big deal for you.

But for the good of humanity,
why don't you have a drink,

get laid or go for a run
or do something.

Because you have been wound tight
all day and it's getting on my nerves.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Noah, Emma, hop on up.

Yeah. And remember, show us your EIS.

Which stands for...

ALL: Energy! Imagination! Sparkle!

Begin.

I like your wide and sassy smile.

That makes me feel happy.

Okay, slow start. Step it up.

Really show us that imagination, Emma.

Okay.

I like your clean new sneakers.

Better!

That makes me feel pleased as punch!

(STUDENTS CHUCKLING)

I love your super-stylish hair.

That makes me feel... Happy? (CHUCKLES)

Emma! That had zero sparkle.

Zero!

Lilah, hop on up.
Show her how it's done.

Thank you, Emma.

I like your wide and sassy smile.

There's my superstar.

Can we get out of here?
And don't call me that.

Hey. Would you stop running please?

I'm not running.

Hey. What's wrong?

I was the worst one there.

What? No, you weren't.

Look, I've seen you on stage
and you were bloody wonderful.

Okay, I don't wanna talk about it.

Shorty.

- Hey, come on.
- No.

Okay, it obviously
didn't go well.

- We can find you another...
- I don't want to be an actor.

And I don't want to be
in a stupid movie.

Ah, you say that way now, but...

Dad, do I have to be in it?

Of course not.

Will you get pissed off with me
if I'm not?

No.

Okay. I really don't want to be in it.
(SNIFFS)

Fine.

Let's get back.

Can I watch TV?

Sure.

You hung???

No, not really.

I got pizza.

It's a couple of days old
but that adds character.

Hey, where's the remote?

MILES: Um, not all together sure, lad.

You are pissed off.

No. No, I get it.

I don't know a lot about acting but it
seems like an unpleasant business.

People pretending to be other people,
that can't be healthy.

Mom won't come to LA unless
I'm in the movie. Right?

All right.
Let's get one thing straight, shall we?

You were bloody wonderful in your play

and you'd be amazing in the movie.

That's not me speaking
as your dad but as...

As a movie producer.

Now on a separate note, would like you
and your mom to be with me herein LA?

Of course, I would.

But let's not confuse the issue.

Fine.

What?

I'll be in the movie.

No, no, no, no.
That's not what I'm saying.

Just don't give me too many lines.

You don't have to do this
if you don't want to.

No. I said I'll do it.
So, don't talk me out of it.

I won't.

Francis said I don't have sparkle.

No what?

Found the remote.
(CHUCKLES)

KEVIN: So we all...
We all have negative feelings.

But the goal is to allow ourselves
to experience those feelings,

without allowing it to trigger, like,
addictive behavior.

- Ah.
-(SIGNAL BEEPING)

- Oh. (CHUCKLES)
- What's that?

Ten-minute warning.

Sorry, I've been going on for hours.

Hey, we're catching up. Hmm? (SIGHS)

Well, before you go, tell me about
the new movie you're working on.

Oh, well, change of pace for me.

- Actually it's a period thing.
- Okay.

And it's funny you bring it up,

'cause I was leaving the house today

and I was thinking, Max Kisbye would
be perfect for this lead.

He... Oh, dead on.

- Really.
- Yeah, I actually, uh...

I grabbed a copy of the script.
I know you're not...

You're not tight with him but you see
him at meals or group therapy and, uh...

- Dad.
- Yeah, maybe it comes up organically.

Like he's wondering, "What movie am I
gonna do when I get out of here"?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)
You're incredible.

What?

Coming to check on me.
As if that made sense.

If you don't want to talk to him,
that's fine.

Don't act like you just thought of this,
this morning.

First time you came here,

you kept looking over my shoulder.

I thought, "What's he looking for?"

Not true.

As if Max Kisbye would do
one of your movies.

Actually has a...
A pretty decent budget.

- Great director.
- You should go. (SIGHS)

Okay. Don't...
Come on, don't do that.

You're right, I came here
to see if you could help me with this.

Yeah, I'm a piece of shit.

But when I got here
and you started talking

and telling me everything
that you're doing,

I forgot about Max Kisbye.

I was just happy to be here.

(SIGNAL BEEPING)

All right, well...

Can I get a hug?

Okay, I'd like to come back.

I'll leave that up to you.

Take the fucking script.

MILES: Knock, knock.

You're the father of?

Emma.

Right.

Ah...

I'm sure you're trying
to get out of here,

but do you have a quick minute?

(SIGHS) You want to know
why Emma was so upset.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) I've been
at this for a long time

and if you encourage a child who doesn't
have what it takes?

You're not doing them any favors.

So, on her first day of acting
lessons for little kids,

you made her cry.
But it was for her own good?

I have an eye for talent.

And she's has no future
in this business.

She's 12.

That's lots of time for her to find
something she's good at.

(CHUCKLES)

God forbid, she's not made for this.

(GROANS)

She might end up in a shithole
in Burbank

crushing kids dreams
for 50 bucks an hour.

(SPITS)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wait, wait!

Let's go.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

Nice shirt.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Which do you like better?
Marine? Or Pool Party?

I'm redoing my bathroom.

(SMACKS LIPS) Pool Party.

I like Marine. It's more peaceful.

Are we gonna talk business?

You want Amara gone?

I can make that happen.

This woman is family.

By marriage.

You'll kill your aunt,
Thanksgiving is gonna be awkward.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
So what's this about?

Did she not give you
the keys to the station wagon?

I got my own car.

So get rid of her.
Why come to me?

It's like that Star Trek shit.

The enemy of my enemy,
is my friend.

(CHUCKLES)
That's not Star Trek.

It was in Star Trek.

That's some Indian shit.
Some old Indian saying.

Listen, I know how this works.

All right? You clear shit
with Mexico, verdad?

Well, I don't have the connect. You do.

So what do you want?

Amara's territory,
everything across the 95.

Except Reno, that's your shit.

And I'll kick up 10% across the board.

(SHARP INHALE)

(SUCKS TEETH)

I can walk on my own.

Let me get a smoke.

Smoke in the car.

With a bag over my head?

(swans)

It's menthol.

You wanna bitch or you want a smoke?

(GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

Tia, I got to talk to you.

AMARA: Tell me.

'(AGOz When I was at the pupusefla,

one ofJosias's guys came over.

Said he wanted to have
a sit down with me.

What did you say?

I said, "Are you crazy?
Get the fuck out of here."

And I didn't say nothing
because I knew you would freak out.

Thinking I wasn't telling
you the whole story.

But I swear to God,
that's how it went down.

(AMARA SPEAKS SPANISH)

AMARA:
It's good you told me.

And now, you call him back.

(GUNFIRE)

(SHELL CASINGS CLINKING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(LYLE BREATHING HEAVILY)

You little bitch.

I told Josias you weren't worth shit.

(SHARP INHALE) Give me your piece.

-(DOOR BELL RINGS)
-(DOOR OPENS)

EMMA: Hi, Mom.
We ordered Indian food.

KATIE: Did you?

There's a curry up there
with your name on it.

(LIGHT CHUCKLE)
You look relaxed. What's that?

Nicotine vape.
All the rage apparently.

We should head back to Charlene's.

Or you could stay a while?

Yeah, Mom have some food.

Uh...

Don't try and hate yourself, Wyatt.

I'm not.

I'm the same man that's wanted in three
states and five territories remember?

TeHme, am I...

Oh, no more for me,
not if I'm gonna drive.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
[Vat yet.

(CHUCKLES)
What are you trying to say?

Oh, nothing.
It's just, Charlene called

and she said that her house was on fire.

Yeah, she sounded pretty distressed.

Probably because of the fire
in her house.

Mmm. Well, nice of her to tell us.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
I'll see you around.

What kind of business?

(KISSES)

Hey, about the bed.
You may notice

a quite severe dip in the middle
of the mattress.

That's fine.

So, Louis won't mind
sleeping out here?

Let's not ask him.

I'll help you make up the couch.

Cheers.

Gosh. (CHUCKLES)
This place.

It's classy, right?

I think they call it extended-stay chic.

Hmm.

Bedsheets are made
from genuine boxer shorts.

- Cashmere?
- I needed new clothes.

Impressive.

What that I... That I managed to buy
a hoodie all on my own?

Less than a month, you got a fancy job.
A new place to live...

And you're jealous?

Little bit.

Hey, I'm doing a shite job
of showing off LA so far.

But I swear, Katie,
it's a hell of a town.

Well, it turns out it suits you.

It's just that it's a bit lonely.

What about Louis?

- He snores.
-(CHUCKLES)

And he's a rubbish lover.

(CHUCKLES)

Airbag?

As God's my witness.

(MILES MOANING)

Shh, Emma can't hear.

RICK: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hey, Kevin, it's Dad.

And, uh, look I know
they don't let you use the phone there

so you probably can't get your messages.

But, uh, when you do get this...

Um,I just...

I feel shitty about today.

It's... It's good to see
you doing so well

and, um...

Yeah, keep it up.

Great, thanks.

Good night.

That was Scotty Walker
leaving word.

- Who's... Who's that?
- Max Kisbye's agent from CAA.

Get him on the line.

Go.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hey, Rick Moreweather.

AM ARA:
Hello, Ricky.

GLADYS: It's not Walker,
it's that investment woman...

Okay. Okay.
Thank you, Gladys.

Amara, hi, wow!
Boy, I was just heading out.

How are you?

AMARA: You gonna
show me Hollywood?

Sure, yes.
Soon as you get to LA.

When do you want to meet?

What?

I'm here, Ricky.

What do you mean?

In Hollywood.

And so far...

I like it.

(SINGING) The devilis a woman

With a red dress on

A gleam that flits across a rolling eye

The devil is a hand

That moves along a satin seam

A softly whispered

Sweetly whispered lie

Ahh...

The devil is a window

Filled with fancy clothes

Through lips that part and smile

And greet and sigh

An open door, some place

Where steps that shouldn't go there goes

A word that touched the heart

And made it cry

Ahh...

Where are you gonna run?

Where do you think you're gonna hide?

What makes you think you're slick enough

To take old Satan for a ride

And you never took a notice

That no matter what you do

Our old friend Mephistopheles

Gets there just ahead of you

The Devil never rest

Come day, come dust, come dawn

You compromise
and wind up sold in parts

Ooh...

So don't it strike you funny

When you look him in the eye

The Devil looks a lot

like you and!

Ahh...

Quality!