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MILES:
Previously on Get Shorty...

-MILES:
You find this job meaningful?
-LOUIS: What?

When I started off,
I convinced myself that
this was temporary.

I've been trying
to change Katie's mind
about our situation.

Whatever I said
six months ago,

I didn't mean that we would
take a break and everything
would go back to how it was.

MILES:
If I changed my job,
she might take me back.

You'd be at all
the awards shows.

You get points
on the back end.

What the fuck?

MILES:
How hard can it be?

Producing a movie.
We've got a script.

We don't know
the first fucking thing.

MILES:
So we find someone who does.

Mr. Moreweather,

I'd produce this myself,
but I've never done it before.

So I do the legwork,
you advise me.
And we split the profits.

You'd finance one
of his movies

as a silent partner.

All of that money
would be clean.

I'll think about it.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

MILES:
Hey, it's Miles Daly again.

Calling for Rick Moreweather.

Uh, sorry to leave
another message,

but I have some news
on the film script
that we discussed.

Um, better
I tell you directly.

So if you could
give me a call back,
I'd appreciate it.

I'm at 775-127-0432.

All right, thank you.

Ah, look at that,
the reception is shite here.

For all I know
he's already called.

I doubt it.
Watch the road, okay?

(SIGHS)

I told Katie I was
starting a new profession,

she thought I meant I was
painting houses
or some fucking thing.

She finds out I'm
making a movie...

Assuming this producer
calls you back.

He'll call.

And I'll tell him I've
got financing. I mean,
that's the hardest part that.

Oh, is it, really?
The hardest part,
in your experience?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

COMMENTATOR:
...down the right side.
He's hammered. He had a man.

ED:
Get your ass on the ground!

-WOMAN: (GASPS) Oh, my God!
-MAN: Oh, shit!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa! Whoa!
-ED: Outside.

-All right. All right.
-ED: Let's go.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Go check out that trailer.

Could use some cover.

Or I could just go on my own.

Get him up.

(GRUNTS) Damn, relax, man.

Oh, gold teeth.

So you're a hard fuckin' OG.

-That what that means?
-(SIGHS)

You sell candy around here,
you kick up to Amara.

Listen, man, this is
some kinda big
misunderstanding, bruh.

Oh, okay.

Well, then I guess
we can work this out, right?

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

YAGO:
What do you think, man?

(YAGO LAUGHS)

MILES:
Don't chamber that, shitballs.

I'm cool, man.

Okay, Mr. Cool,
set down your piece.

Put down your shells.

Now step back.

Hands on your head.

-Don't move.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Hi, Rick? Hello?

Hello?

(SIGHS) Shit!

Does the landline work?

-(STAMMERING) That...
-Mr. Cool, may I use
your fucking phone?

-Yeah. Yeah.
-Thank you.

Don't fucking move.

GLADYS: (OVER PHONE)
Moreweather Productions.

Hi, this is Miles Daly.
Were you calling me?

GLADYS:
It's Gladys
at Moreweather Productions.

We got all five
of your messages.

I don't have Rick
at the moment.

But if you got any news
about your project,
I can pass it along.

Okay, great.

I spoke with Rick
about a script,
The Admiral's Mistress,

um, but since
our conversation...

Move one more fucking inch
and I'll put a bullet
in your chin.

All right. I'm not moving.

Since our conversation,
I found an investor
to finance the movie.

So all Rick would need
to do is to help me produce.

-(KNOCK AT DOOR).
-LOUIS: We good?

All clear.
Yeah, just hold on.

(WHISPERS) Yeah, hey,
go underneath.

Okay, what was that, miss?

Yeah, no, I'm, uh,
I'm at a play.

Only a half a kilo
in the wall, 30 in cash.

Who's in there?

Three men, one woman.

Leave the bodies.
We send a message.

(SIGHS)

What?

They work for Josias.

Estos?

Say they thought Josias had
an arrangement with us.

No arrangement.

Why Josias fuck with me?

He has a problem, he call me.
I don't drive out
for this bullshit.

What d'you wanna do?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Well, this is pleasant.

You're gonna miss me,
you know.

You're the one who's
gonna be alone in LA.

I got a family here.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, maybe you
could pair up with Yago.

You can sit on his lap
in the Mustang,

and watch Amara
light people on fire.

You're using Amara's money
to start a business.
How's that gonna turn out?

Oh, you want to see
some pictures?

Of what?

I got this book

about Hollywood
back in the day.

There's a bar called
the Bel-Air Lounge,
you can still get in.

And all the Hollywood stars
used to go there.

Spencer Tracy,
Katharine Hepburn, uh...

-Katharine Hepburn, really?
-Don't. It's...

That's amazing!

I know that you're...
All right.

I'm not moving to LA.

Nobody's asking you to.

I just put a down payment
on my condo.

Where I can sit by the pool
and enjoy a cold,
refreshing drink.

That's all I need.
That's all I need.

That's what people in LA do,
if they're lucky.

And you're happy
to spend the rest of your life
in this town?

I am.

ED:
That's only three.

One's still inside.

20 bucks,
he doesn't make it.

Shit, there he goes.

(GRUNTS)

Vamos.

Middle of nowhere, can't even
get my fucking station.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Seriously? With all ringing,
I thought someone
was bleeding out here.

1:00 and you're in a robe.

-So?
-So here's your mail.

Oh, I'm approved
for a credit card.

Why are you really here?

Should I be looking
for another job?

Why, 'cause I'm in a robe?

I'm working outta my home,
that's all.

All right, I'm cooking eggs.
Just come in.

Hate overcooked eggs.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS) You're depressed.

-What?
-Hey, there's no shame in it.

-If you can't pay me then...
-I can pay you.

I just... I gotta get
something going, that's all.

Which won't happen
unless you come to work.

All right.

What is this, an intervention?
I'm coming back to work.
Can I have breakfast first?

At 1:00.

Right.

(GLADYS SCOFFS)

Just have some faith,
for Christ's sake!

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

Here are your drinks, guys.

Hey, what's up, mano?

Pour this man a drink.

WOMAN:
Here you go, baby.

Thanks.

Hey, Gillis owns this club,

and he's in some
serious financial shit.

I mean this place is going
into foreclosure, okay?

So if you wanna buy in,
you in, baby.

It's pretty empty, man.

What do they pull
on a Friday night?

Look, I don't know,
but it's all cash. Okay?

(GILLIS CLEARS THROAT)

-Hey, Gillis. Yago.
-Hey. Yago.

-Yago.
-Man I was telling you about.

GILLIS: Yeah.
You guys doing all right?

Just enjoying ourselves.

All right. If you
need anything,
another bottle

or whatever,
you just let me know.

-Okay. Thanks.
-All right?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SNIFFING)

(SNIFFS) Fuck Miles
and that movie bullshit.

Yeah, we could run some
serious cash
through this place. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, keep it in the family,
you know?

That's what I'm saying.

We get some bomb-ass DJs
from Vegas.

We get Redfoo,

it's wall-to-wall peeps. Bro,

this is all you.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

All right.

When I was your age, we didn't
have graduation ceremonies
for every grade.

Seems awful celebratory
for mastering the alphabet.

It's for the parents.
Make them think
we got an education.

-Oh!
-No, Ben Felder's walking

and he almost got kept back.
Everyone except for Andy.

Oh, why not Andy?

Got caught shoplifting vodka.

Your friend Andy
with the freckles?

-He's stealing alcohol?
-From Albertsons.

And that's what your buddies
do for fun, is it?

Hey, it wasn't me
that did it, so...

-What did Mom say?
-Nothing.

-Did you tell her?
-Yes.

When Jeffrey was over.
I knew she wouldn't
freak out then. (CHUCKLES)

What's Jeffrey got
to do with it?

Mmm, she doesn't get
pissed off
when he's around.

She just acts weird.
Even her laugh is weird.

Is he over a lot?

I mean, I guess so.

They hold hands when
they watch CNN.
It's really gross.

Sorry.

What? No, no. It's fine.

(SNIFFS)

BOY:
So they departed out
of the land of Zarahemla,

and took their swords
and their spears

and their bows
and their arrows
and their slings.

They departed out into
the wilderness to go up
to the land of Nephi,

to preach the word of God
unto the Lamanites.

TOM:
We'd like to invite everyone
to join us down the hall

for light refreshments.
Have a blessed day.

(WOMAN SINGING)

Oh, Tom.

Brittany's laying out food.

Dad, come on.

Hmm, I gotta go to work, so...

You close on the condo yet?

No, but they did give me
the keys,

so Brynlee's gonna bring
the kids over tomorrow

and we're gonna
check out the pool.

Hmm. You're gonna love
the neighborhood.

Got the Walmart right there,
Panda Express.

-Right by the church.
-Dad.

Almost don't even need a car.

(CHUCKLES) Ought to save
on gas.

-Yeah, we barely go
outside a 5-mile radius.
-Dad!

You see me having
a conversation? Hmm?

We'll catch you later.

When I'm speaking
to Uncle Louis,

you need to let me finish
before you pull me away.

* His vengeance
will not slumber long *

JEFFREY:
All right, Dick, widen your
stance a little bit.

Remember, I want you
to tuck that right elbow in,

your arm straight
across your chest.

Good. Okay.
Now, grip, hip and rip.

-DICK: Oh!
-There it is!

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

There you go. Good job.
Hey, there.

-Hey!
-Finishing up.

Uh, Dick, this is Katie.

-How're you doing?
-Hi. (CHUCKLES)

-You play golf with this guy?
-Well, I try.

Except I'm so bad,
he can't sit back and watch.

Has to keep giving
me instruction.

We're approaching the three,
and she reaches
for her five iron.

I'm like, "Uh-oh!" (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, grab a table
at the restaurant,
I'll be right up, okay?

Okay. Um, so you know, I'm
back at work in 50 minutes.

-Okay, um...
-Good to meet you.

Dick, grab your tee.

(CLEARS THROAT) She the one
you told me about?

-With a daughter?
-Yeah, 12 years old.

Nice kid.

-She's not divorced.
-No, they're separated.

But you know what?
They're on good terms.

I met him the other night,
he seems fine.

How's he feel about you?

Oh, you know me,
I get along with everybody.

Let's put it this way.
He's nothing I can't handle.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, you think I should give
Katie the script so she knows
what the movie's about?

Sure.

I sent it over
to that producer.

Oh, they got
the compressor going,
they can't hear us.

I'm gonna text.

I couldn't leave
Owen's name on it.

'Cause, well, you shot him.
So I used your name instead.

Uh-huh.

You what?

Oh, it's no big deal.
No one cares
who the writer is.

You put my name as the writer?

I had to put something down.

So use your name.

It's already done.

(SIGHS)

Is it good?

-What?
-The script.

The fuck you care
if it's any good?

I don't want my name
on a script if it sucks.

Lulu, it's beautiful. It is.

Don't worry,
I'm not gonna ruin
your reputation

as a fucking writer.

Come on in, I'll get it.

What if Owen showed it
to somebody? Right?

He had a girlfriend.
That roommate.

The impression I got,
he didn't give it to anybody.

Oh, okay.
Well, you know what,
it is sloppy.

And I don't want
Amara thinking I've got
anything to do with it.

You think Amara's gonna care
who the fucking
script writer is? Come on!

All right, you don't mind
getting capped over it,
that's fine.

Not everybody feels that way.

Thanks.

Hey!

Owen here?

He moved out.

What?

Yeah, I haven't
seen him in days.

My calls go straight
to voicemail.

What?

His friends came by
before he took off.

One of them gave me a number,
I called it,

but it was disconnected.

(SIGHS) I have dated
my share of losers. But this?

Taking my car
and just like ghosting me?

What? He took your car?

Yeah. He said
he'd be right back with it,

then he turned off his phone.

-That's crazy.
-I know.

You know, I gave him
rent money,

and the landlord never got it.
I'm not even on the lease.

He stole from both of us.

Wait, do you think
he had,

like, a family emergency?

Why wouldn't he
answer his phone?

I'm Facebook friends
with his sister.

I'm gonna talk to his family,
like, now.

Hello?

Hello?

PAMELA: Is that... Rick?

Your dad's upstairs,
I'm about to bring him lunch.

-You want to say hey?
-No, that's fine.

I just, uh,
came by to give you this.

That's not all of it.
I'm gonna get you
all square soon, I promise.

Small hiccup
in one of my projects,

but it's all gonna work out.

Okay, Pamela. Thanks.

Uh, you don't want to go up?

Oh. He heard me.

If he doesn't want to
come down, it's fine.

Bye-bye.

RICK: Well, it's not a
cult movie, per se.

You know what,
I'll send the treatment
over to you, you can...

Yeah, no worries, no worries.
No, no, I'm just checking in,
that's all.

Say hi to Mary for me.
Okay. Bye-bye.

Too many cult movies
in development.

This came from Miles Daly.

Who?

Dropped in last week,
didn't have an appointment.
He pitched to you.

Oh, no. No.
No, no, no, no, no.
That guy's not real.

He said he has
private financing.

All you gotta do is produce,
and you could pay
yourself a fee.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

You know, I read it.
It's good.

-You read it?
-It's been slow recently.

No. No.
I've been doing this too long

to use spare change
from the couch cushions, so...

Jimmy! Hey, listen.
It's Rick.

I gotta, uh, a thing
I want to sneak over to you.

It's this fantastic property.

Uh-huh.

Little graphic novel
called Children of the Wicked.

And it... No. No, no, no,
I didn't. I pitched
something different.

I did? (CHUCKLES)
Shit!

Well, you know,

you and I should
find something
'cause together...

Mmm-hmm.

Take care.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Wait till you see
this condo.

Feel like I've already
seen it

'cause you've told me
so much about it.

It's east-facing,
so, you know,
you get lots of light.

Pool has 24-hour access.

Partake in a lot
of night swimming, do you?

It's near my sister, you know.

You know, I was talking to
my brother-in-law
at church today.

-You remember Tom.
-Not really.

And he was telling me
about just how much
they love it there.

I mean, they really feel
like they found a home,
you know.

Everything they need
is nearby.

Is that what
you really want though, Lu?

To be stuck
in an even smaller part
of an ugly fucking desert?

I mean, I get it. I do.

It's familiar,
which I suppose is comforting.

You know I don't think
you do get it.

Because you're from Ireland,

and, you know,
this is not home for you.

For me, it is.

You're right.
Don't listen to me.

I just wish
you were coming with me, Lulu.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYS ON RADIO)

Well, I'm sure
this movie thing is
going to work out for you.

This condo sounds lovely.

Yeah.

And the noise
from the highway
doesn't bother you?

What are you talking about?

Well, it's just
off the 160, isn't it?
The noise doesn't bother you?

-What you mean? Traffic noise?
-Yeah.

No! You know...
I mean,
you don't hear it.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Huh.

Hey, Jerry Fuckheimer.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yeah. That's good.

That all of it?

Except the girls
from Bell Vista.
They need another day.

And you gave it to them
without checking with me?

That is what happened, yeah.

We'll get it to you tomorrow,
first thing.

Hmm, great.

(CHUCKLES) Also, um,

when you get around to it...

Would you pull
your head out of your ass?

-(CHUCKLES)
-Hmm?

Fucking prick...

-Just don't. Okay? Just...
-I'm not. I'm not.

You know,
I went by the condo
three times.

-You don't hear the highway.
-I find that surprising.

You don't hear it. It's...

-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Hold on.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

This fucking guy.
What did I fucking say?

Hey, Rick.

No, no.
It's great to hear from you.

Um,

I'm in the middle
of a business meeting
right now.

Um, I could be
there tonight.

Great. Where do you
wanna meet?

Oh!
You didn't have
to do this.

Wanted to say thank you
for taking the time.

Is it too early to open it?
(CHUCKLES) Come on.

Don't tell Gladys.
She thinks I'm depressed.

I dunno, it's a long story.
Sit down, sit down.

-So, uh, you got
a private investor, huh?
-I do. I do.

Okay.

And, uh, what's the budget?

How much money you got?

How much will we need?

Well, script the way it is,

you got
a lot of period costumes,

a couple castles,
got over 100 extras.

If you don't go crazy
above the line...

30 million.

Fuck me!

(CHUCKLES) Cheers. It's...

Rick, you think
there's any way we could do it
for two million?

Two.

Well...

You know, a lot of producers
would tell you,
"Uh, it's impossible."

I happen to be,
not to toot my own horn here,

I have a lot of experience
in making films like this
in that price range.

-Oh!
-And there's an art to it.

I don't doubt that.

Now, if we were to take this
and rethink

some of the elements
that aren't essential
to the script,

I could do it.

That's good.
That's... Great attitude.

Also, we're gonna need to
make our money back on it.

That's a really
important thing.

Yeah, I will.
I mean, if I were to come on.

I would presell
to foreign markets.

That's how you do it.
That's how you
recoup, okay?

Need anything
before I take off?

No. Goodnight, Gladys.

-You drinking?
-I am. Yeah.

It's a gift from my friend.

Good night.

Okay, tell me
about this investor.

Amara De Escalones.
She owns a casino in Pahrump,
Nevada, and she's my boss.

You work in a casino?

Indirectly.

Okay.

And, uh, the writer.
Who's the writer?

He... He works with us, also.

The writer works at a casino?
(CHUCKLES)

MILES: Here's the thing
about Amara.

She doesn't like to travel,

and she's gonna need
to meet you

before she'll sign on
to anything.

So you think
you can come out?

To Hahrump?

Pahrump.

It's just outside Vegas.

Well, production's gonna
have to fly me first class.
And put me up.

Best hotel in town.

In Pahrump.

So you're in?

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

-Hey, Tia.
-What?

I said, "Hey." (CHUCKLES)

It's nice, right?

Got us a private table,
champagne, it's...

Too loud.

AMARA: No.

No.

You sure, Tia? It's...

It's Cristal.

So this place does
all their business in cash.

At the door and the bar.

No oversight, which means
we could make up
whatever figure we want.

This fucking music.

We could run all our cash
through this company, Tia.

And I'd handle everything,
so there'd be no problem
with the books.

All we need
is the initial investment
and...

I can't hear.
It's too fucking loud.

What?

All right, well, then,

maybe we'll talk
about it tomorrow,

because this is
a good opportunity, Tia.

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
why is she taking off?

She's into it, right?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

JEFFREY: Hang on. Coming.

(JEFFREY CLEARS THROAT) Shit!

(GRUNTS) Oh! Hi.

I was expecting UPS.
You're Miles, right?

Jeffrey.

Katie here?

No. Uh, no.
She'll be right back.

She just took Emma to school
and then she's gonna run
to the grocery store.

Do you wanna...
Do you wanna wait inside
for her?

Yeah, that'll be good.

Okay. I'll text her.
I'll tell her
that you're here.

Was she expecting you?

No.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Um...

Hey, Miles, I'd love
to offer you an
espresso or something,

but I cannot figure out
how to work this machine.

I know how to work it.

But no thanks.

All right. Let me
get these on. (CHUCKLES)

(JEFFREY SIGHS)

This is weird, isn't it?

Yeah. I guess it is.

What do you do, Miles?

Katie didn't tell ya?

(SCOFFS) Yeah, of cour...
(MUMBLES) Right.

She said you worked
at a casino.

The Silver Dust, in Pahrump.

How about you, Jeffrey?

I'm a golf pro
at Sandy Springs Country Club.

You know, I'm teaching lessons
and holding tournaments.

So it's a lot
of paperwork, too, actually.

-I'm at a desk a lot...
-May I?

Yeah. Of co... Yeah. Sure.

Very nice.

Do you golf?

(CHUCKLES) No. Not really.

Well, what you're
holding there
is an adjustable golf club.

You can actually change the,
um, the angle of the face.

Whoa! (CHUCKLING) Whoa!

Adjustable, huh?

Yeah. I... I can get you
a free one, if you want.

-Come on.
-No, seriously.

They send me stuff
all the time for promotions.

I got a couple of those
gathering dust.

Miles, you should have one.

Ah, it's wasted on me.

No, it's not.

Listen, golf, it's the game
of kings. Here, you just...

You gotta go easy
on your backstroke.
Hold a second.

See where your hips
are right now?

Okay.

What that is,
is a reverse pivot.

It's gonna make it
really difficult

for you to control
the distance and the direction
of the ball.

So... Here.

There you go.
Widen your stance.

-All right?
-Well, a little more.

-Widen your stance.
-Okay.

Relax your arms
and your hips here.

-Hey.
-Hey.

You get the idea.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

-What? I needed to talk,
and then things got...
-No.

You need to call
before you come over.

(SIGHS) He seems nice.

Glad you think so.

And that's who you want
to be with?
Arnold fucking Palmer?

Well, at least,
I can tell people
what he does.

If you weren't with that guy,
we'd be making fun
of that guy.

Okay. Goodbye.

Hold on, hold on.
Reason I came over...

I know that for this to work,
I need to make changes,

and I've been doing that.
I have. I...

We so can't do this now.

Look, call first, we'll talk.

Bye.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BRYNLEE: Just be nice
to your sister, you hear me?

LOUIS: Hey, sweetie.

Why don't you get your uncle
one of those root beers?

Oh, I've been waiting
for this. Yeah.

Nice.

Just lie back
and soak up some rays.

(TRAFFIC NOISE ON FREEWAY)

(SIGHING)

(VEHICLE HONKING)

Tell me something honestly.
Does the freeway bother you?

What?

You can hear it.

I didn't
till you mentioned it.

But now that I did?

Who cares?

It's a two-bedroom place
with a pool.

You can raise a family here.

(SIGHS) I guess, yeah.

When you meet the right girl.

Hmm?

(CHILDREN SPLASHING)

Who the fuck put that there?

Language.

Bobby, you keep splashing
your sister and you are out.

So Tom told me
that ever since you guys
moved here,

you don't ever go anywhere.

Well, we got the Walmart.

Maybe that's not a good thing.

-(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
-Bobby!

I am warning you.

Hmm.

(DANTE GROANS)

I could do this all day.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Come on, man.

My brother don't talk to me
about this shit.

That's too bad.

-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)

Okay, wait.

Josias's saying
Amara's out of control.

Out of control how?

That she... She's dropping
bodies every week.

She's got feds watching.

You fucked
with Josias' business,

so now Josias's moving
on Amara's territory.

What else Josias got planned?

DANTE: I don't know.

Call your brother,
we'll listen.

I can't set him up like that.

(GRUNTS LOUDLY)

Hey.

He's one of ours.

So?

So go easy.

I am going easy.

(ED SIGHS)

When you spoke
to Amara this morning,

she say anything
about the club?

No.

'Cause that was a slow night.

We get Redfoo up in there.

That place is gonna blow up.

Listen,

I know she's meeting
with this movie guy.

But we can't get involved
with that Hollywood shit.

It's not my business.
Let's handle this.

MILES: Rick.

Hey.

How was your flight?

It was on that.

It's the only direct flight.
Doesn't really have
a first class.

Oh, let me get that.

RICK: That? That's the casino?

MILES: She'll ask about money,
all right? How much, and when.

Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.
Don't worry.

I'm gonna give a little bit
of Hollywood sizzle.

Okay, don't get cute.

She looks like
a silly old woman,
but believe me, she is not.

Also, she likes John Stamos.

(SCOFFS) For this?

Know him?

Oh, that's our writer.

Of course, it is.

-You're the movie guy, right?
-That's me.

Hey, great job on that script.

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you. It means a lot.

Uh, before you talk to Amara,
could I have a word?

Sure.

Hang steady, Rick.

What's up?

You and me have been working
together all this time.

And I realized
that for your sake,

I cannot let you go to LA
without backup, right?

I mean, especially now
that I'm the writer.

That's right.

You're gonna come with me?

Just till you get
on your feet.

You worried about Amara?

Okay.
Well, as long as she knows
that this is your thing,

-and I'm just coming along.
-Hmm.

You got a place
to stay, right?

Just a furnished place
I found online.

There's only one bed,
but we can get
an air mattress.

Okay. Well, I can get
my down payment back
for the condo.

It's a nice place,
but if I go to LA,

I mean, if that's what
ends up happening,
I'll just walk away from it.

Thanks, man.

Come on, now. You're my boy.

Two million?

MILES: (CLEARS THROAT) Well,
we don't have a budget yet,

but it'll be
in that neighborhood.

Well, that's thorough
security. (CHUCKLES)

It's a casino.

Yeah, it's... It's beautiful.

Rick Moreweather.

A pleasure.

AMARA: So you move to LA?

MILES: Financially,
I'll be responsible.

So yeah, I'll have Louis
there for back up,

and Rick will help produce.

Which movies you make?

Oh, uh, I don't know
if you've heard of them.

Day of Reckoning.
Out for Blood.

MILES: Hmm...

Of course, this one,

this is
a totally different tone.

He looks like John Stamos.

Yeah?

Yeah, little bit, yeah.

His cousin, maybe.

Right.

I just saw Stamos.

Where?

DMV in Studio City.

You guarantee this investment?

Well, "guarantee" is a...
A pretty strong term
in the movie business.

We're going to lean
on foreign sales to recoup...

We will absolutely
recoup.

My last 18 films
have made a profit.

I don't know even know
another producer
that can say that.

I'll cut a check
for 200 grand on the books.

Then, we'll hand-deliver
three payments

of 600,000 each, in cash.

Cash?

Three payments.

Yes, but...

In cash?

That a problem?

It's perfect.
It's perfect, isn't it? Rick.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Who doesn't like cash?
(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Two million, holy shit.

We're actually doing this.

-(LOUIS CHUCKLES)
-Okay.

That stuff about the recoup,
Rick, that was perfect.

Okay, I gotta go home
and pack,
and say goodbye to my sister.

Rick, it was very nice
to meet you.

Looks like we'll be
working together.

-Yeah, I guess so.
-(LOUIS CHUCKLES)

Why don't you get me a cab,
and I'll, uh,
go to my hotel now.

Uh, no need. We can walk.
Best hotel in Pahrump.

RICK: Oh, no.

Doesn't look like much,
but it's actually
real, real nice inside.

You hungry? I'm hungry.

MILES: Steak and fries
from Lucy's Diner.

You will not be disappointed.

Tomorrow me and Louis
can get the money, and
we'll drive to Los Angeles,

meet you at the Bel-Air Lounge
to celebrate, all right?

You know the Bel-Air Lounge?

-It's an old
Hollywood hangout.
-Yeah, all right, all right.

Can we talk about
what's really going on?

What do you mean?

What is it? Tax evasion?
Is that it, huh?

90% off the books.
And...

Okay. I may look like
a small fish in a big pond,

but I am strictly legit.

If I'm liable...

Liable for what?

I don't know.

Then what are we
talking about?

You're funny. (CHUCKLES)

It's $2 million
to make a movie, right?

How is that not legit?

Oh, okay.
So what you're saying is

the less I know...

Is that what I'm saying?

What do you do, again?

Have a steak, Rick.

There's ketchup, steak sauce.

Glass of brown liquor.

Okay, so... So what?

Tomorrow we're gonna get
600,000 in cash?

Huh?

In what, a... A paper bag?

If it makes you feel better,
I'll put it in a briefcase.

Eat your meat.
It's getting cold.

No, you don't mess with Amara.

I love and respect that woman.

But her judgment...

Exactly.

I'm not saying
she's going senile.

But running our money
through Miles
and some half-assed movie

because she wants to meet
John fucking Stamos?

Fucking Miles, bro.

Should erase that cocksucker.

Boom.

I'm serious.

Yeah, so am I, bro.

Look, I got people, all right?

You just give the word.

That couldn't come back on us.

That's what I'm saying,
all right?

-We get one of my boys...
-Mmm-hmm.

What you say?

The fuck!

How long you been there
standing behind us?

You wanna get shitfaced,
don't do it here.

Don't tell me where to drink.

BLIZ: This man here?

He can drink where
the fuck he want.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Shit! He hear what we say?
Fat ass fly on the wall.

Nah, nah, nah,
he just walked up.

(SNIFFS)

Hey, can we get another round,
or you gonna make us beg?

Hey, who's gonna pay for
the Bel-Air Lounge tomorrow?

Is that from the bag of cash?

MILES: Business expense.

RICK: I got you
something here.

That's a movie I made in '93.

(MILES READING)

Don't think I have a VCR.

Could maybe pick one up
at a pawnshop.

That's a period drama
that I made for cheap.

Uh-huh, one location.

No... No horse-drawn
carriage bullshit.

Added sex scene in there.
Nothing graphic.

Enough to sell it overseas.

And it turned out good?

Well, "good," that's...

It's a subjective term, right?

No, but
you're saying

if we do ours like this,
it'll be good.

You ever hear of, uh,
Giustino Morrongiello?

Um...

RICK: He directed
Death in New Orleans.

Oh, that's a great
fucking movie.

Giustino is my dad.

No shit.
Your dad directed that?

Okay, despite all the...
The critical acclaim,
he was always broke.

We got evicted two times.

Not that he cared, he was off.
He was making
a film somewhere.

The last film he made
lost so much money,

he bankrupted
the fucking studio.

And now, guess who's
paying the mortgage?

I bet he's proud of you.

Proud?

Look, the point I'm making is
you wanna make
your money back?

(SCOFFS) Have to.

Don't get hung up then
on that "quality" thing.

Right.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Katie.

Uh, yeah, uh, just have him
wait in the lobby. Thanks.

It's crazy, I know,
but I got my hands
on this script.

Long story... And I...
I think it's amazin'.

So I got it to this producer
that I met in LA,

and I said,
"You gotta read this, man.
This has got to be made."

You're...
You're making a movie.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

-This is happening.
-It is!

(STUTTERS) And why would Amara
let you just walk away?

I... I'm still working out
the final details over,

but it's not gonna
be a problem.

We're driving
to Los Angeles today.

You're moving?

Not moving...
I'm just... For a bit.

Well, thanks for telling me.

You forget you have
a daughter?

For fuck's... That's...
That's why I'm doing this,

so we can be a family.

When school break's up,

I thought that...
That you could both
come to LA.

We can't come to LA.

Why not?

My job. The... The house.
The guy I'm seeing!

The golf pro?

That fuckin' polo shirt
with the turned-up collar?

Not a turned up collar.

Well, what about Emma then?

I... I don't like this crowd
that she's running with here.

Excuse me?

Andy, with the fuckin'
freckles, steals vodka.

Which means that he's drinking
at 12 years old.

I know that she told you
about this.

(SCOFFS) You're worried
about her deviant
12-year-old friends.

Your friends are a fuck
of a lot worse
than Andy with the freckles.

God, if you're making a movie,
it is some kind of racket.
I... (SIGHS)

It's not.

There's always an angle.
A shakedown.

That's not what this is.

It's a real...
It's a real movie! I swear!

It's an amazing story, Katie.

This guy,
this young Irish guy,

he has to go to war
to redeem himself.

To the woman that he loves.

But then he returns home
and he realizes
that he's been cuckolded.

-And he doesn't know
how to deal with it, so...
-I'm sorry. Miles...

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
I have to get back.

Don't forget
Emma's graduation.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Listen to the birds.
It almost sounds
as if they're talking.

(BIRDS CHIRPING ON TV)

Well, they are talking.
Those are whip-poor-wills.

They'll be making
their nest now.

Hey, hey, buddy.

What do you say we broaden
our fuckin' horizons, huh?

BARNABY: (ON TV)
Welcome the pigeon-doves.

How do you know
about such a thing?

LOUIS: What's this?
MILES: Movie Rick made.

LOUIS: Oh, how is it?

Worst thing
I've ever seen.

So stop watchin' it.

We gotta go.
We got a four-hour drive.

Katie said if I'm makin'
a movie,

it must be some sort of con.

And I said, "No, it's not."

And then I come home
and watch it.

Are you watching this?

Uh, no, not really.

Every time the door shuts,
you can see the walls shake.

I mean, if this is the kind of
movie we're gonna make,

then the whole thing is a con!
I mean, that's all it is.

Yeah.

I don't follow.

The Godfather.

Right?

Raging Bull. Taxi Driver.

That's the kinda movie
you wanna make.

Not this horse shit.

So you work your way
up to that, right?

But you make your money back
on this one.

-I...
-And Amara lets you live.

Hey, that's a bonus, right?

And maybe next time,
it's, you know, the...
The Taxi Drivers.

It's one driver.

LOUIS: Come on, man.

I come in here,
I'm all excited,

and you're just a...
Debbie Downer.
I can't keep up.

Shouldn't we at least go
before traffic fucks us
in the ass?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(BUZZES)

-(LYLE GRUNTS)
-BLIZ: What the fuck?

LYLE: Open the safe.

-(COCKS GUN)
-Open the safe!

I don't know the combo, okay?
I swear to God!

Who does?

Oh, shit!

What up, bro? You remember me?

Yeah, I'm the one you asked
about my teeth.

Asked if they made me
a gangsta?

Oh, fuck.

(GROANING)

(PHONE CHIMING)

Hello?

CAROLINE: (OVER PHONE)
Well, we can stop worrying
about Owen.

Piece of shit is on a beach,
drinking cocktails
with little umbrellas.

NATHAN:
How do you know?

(SCOFFS) Got onto his email
account and found the receipt
for his flight

to Mexico.
One way to San Felipe.

Wow.

Yeah, wow.

And... And what did he do
with your car?

Probably sold it. And then got
a new phone number.

I think I was dating
a professional thief.

(PANTS) He seemed so...

Nerdy, right?

He was staying with me
three nights a week.

Asking me for my opinion
on his stupid scripts.

And I thought I knew him.

I was, like, supposed
to meet his aunt.
His favorite aunt.

Who was coming back here
from Thailand.

MILES: Look at this place.

It's just like the book.
It's great, isn't it?

LOUIS: Yeah, it better be.

20 bucks
for fuckin' parking.

MILES: Rick.

Oh, gentlemen.

All right, you made it, huh?
(CHUCKLES)

So did these, uh,
famous actors really eat here?

They did.

Bob Hope, uh, threw up
on that wall.

-LOUIS: Hah!
-(RICK CHUCKLES)

Well, I don't see anybody
famous now.

Let's get a bottle
of good champagne.

The expensive one...

The cheaper expensive one.

Ginger ale.

I'm good for now. Thank you.

And this is for you.

It is a paper bag.

It's, uh, 600,000?

Minus expenses
for myself and Louis here.

Okay. All right.

Well,
let's eat, huh?

What do you want?
They make a very good
bouillabaisse here.

They got, uh, veal,
if you're a veal guy...

-Mmm. Oh, yeah, look at that.
-Mmm-hmm.

We watched your movie, Rick.

Sins of a Chambermaid.

Wow, good.

It's great that you
made it for cheap,

-and then you got
your money back on it.
-RICK: Hmm.

-Impressive.
-Thank you. Yeah.

But you think with our movie

that maybe we could use actors
that are better at...

Acting?

(CHUCKLES)

MILES: Also, the sets
were a bit wobbly,

and the costumes were...
(CHUCKLES)

I guess, my point is,
you think that we can
use two million

and make a movie
that turns out,

I don't know...

Better.

You know, guys, you...
You brought me a period drama.

Okay, you can make, uh,
Juno for two million,

not Sense and Sensibility.
Not Atonement.

I haven't seen those,
have you?

(STUTTERS) What was
that last one?

Yeah, these are movies
that... They're made
by big studios.

Ah!
So let's get a big studio.

Well, you ever tried to ask
somebody for 30 million? Hmm?

It's not that simple.

I managed
to get us two million.

What about that girl
that I met at your office,
from Gravity Pictures?

Uh, Ms. Quinn.

April? No, no.

She seemed nice.

No, we're not gonna work
with April.

Come on, guys, huh?

I helped you get the money
from the...
The old lady, right?

That's what I do.
Let me do my job.

He's got a point.

But all that effort
and sacrifice, you don't wanna
make any old thing.

You wanna make something
that you're gonna be proud of.

You know, his dad directed
Death in New Orleans.

Okay.

This isn't that film.

But that's what
I'm talking about.

A film that makes you
feel something.

I know, I know.
You wanna feel something.

That is what your dad
did so well.

Leave my dad out of it...

-Making something
of substance.
-Okay?

All right, you know,
good luck, guys.

Because this is a mistake
for me, uh...

-What?
-RICK: I hope the project
goes well.

I'm not gonna be on it,

-but I look forward
to seein' it...
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

...at the local art-house
cinema.

I'm sure
it's gonna signal a...

A whole new golden age
in Hollywood!

Okay, what's happened?
What's happening?

Lose my phone number, okay?

I don't know what I said...
Rick...

-Thank you for the drinks!
-Hold on.

(LOUIS SIGHS)

Hey. Is that Drew Barrymore?

Quality!