All language subtitles for Get.Shorty.S01E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10

MILES:
Previously on Get Shorty...

-Hey!
-Owen here?

He moved out.

What?

Yeah, I haven't seen
him in days.

My calls go straight
to voicemail.

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

Welcome to Hollywood.

Have a drink,
then come to my hotel.

WAITER: Can I get you
anything else?

Get me another one of these.

Sir, where's your car?

-My what?
-You're going downtown.

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

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

I'll call you.

(LINE RINGING)

KATIE: Hi, this is Katie.
I'm not in right now,
so leave a message.

MAN AT BAR: Welcome back,
dude!

You see, I don't even want
you to answer.

I'm just using your voicemail
as an audio diary.

Recording my thoughts
for posterity.

(SIGHS)

Still sorting out details,
but unless
it all goes to shit,

it looks like this thing's
actually gonna happen.

Would be lovely to know
if you thought that
was great news,

or if it doesn't
much matter either way.

Okay, I'll try again.

Love to Emma.

(PHONE BEEPS)

BOB: Uh, can we get
some more nachos here?

FEMALE CO-WORKER: Sure.

BOB: Nachos are on me, guys!
Okay? Now eat up.

FEMALE CO-WORKER: Thanks.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, let's go!
We'll play teams, all right?

You guys are on my team,

-bad guys are
on the other team.
-WOMAN: No! Yeah, right?

BOB: Don't know how to play?
I'll show you how to play.

-FEMALE CO-WORKER:
That's sweet.
-(BOB LAUGHS)

FEMALE CO-WORKER:
Very good try!

(GRUNTS)

-You sure it's his?
-Yep.

So what's your in?

I don't know yet.

I'm not gonna wait up.

All right! Nachos!
Who wants nachos?

Nachos! Here, take it.
Yeah, pass 'em around.

Excuse me, is this yours?

Yeah, where did you...

Ah! You set it down,
I saw some kid grab it

and make for the door.
I said, "Is that your jacket?"

(SCOFFS) He dropped
it pretty quick and ran off.

-You're shitting me!
-Call the cops.

No, he's long gone.

Uh, thanks.
This wasn't cheap. (CHUCKLES)

MILES: No worries.

-Bob!
-Yeah?

-Buy him a drink.
-Oh! Hey, uh, hey!
You want a drink?

Oh, you don't have to do that.

No, no, no. No, no.
Hey, come here.

Um, another round for him,
and I'll have a nutmeg ale.

-Sure thing.
-Okay. Thanks.

-You know us. Thank you!
-Yeah, sure!

You guys all work together?

Yeah, Gravity Pictures.
These, uh, kids
all work in my office.

Oh, they're your minions.

Exactly.
And it's Lindsay's birthday!

Oh! What a nice boss,
taking them all out
for happy hour.

Paying for nachos.

So you make movies, is it?

Well, I... I manage,
uh, productions on
a budgetary level.

Ah, you're a numbers man!
That's where
the deals get made.

Not wrong about that.
Hey, I'm Bob.

Rudy.

Hey, Rudy, how you doing?
What you, uh,
what do you do, Rudy?

I drive for Uber Pool.

Oh. Um, you play darts?

I'm fuckin' awful.

Perfect! You're up next.
Come on!

All right, guys, Rudy,
say "hi" to Rudy,
he's joining our group.

STAFF: Hi!
FEMALE CO-WORKER: Hi, Rudy!

FEMALE CO-WORKER 2:
Hi, Rudy! Come on!

So the landlord stops by,
and he's, like,

83 years old or something.

And I say, "Lenny, I'm sorry,
but we can't pay
the rent this month."

But my housemate has
this big bag of weed.

So I said,
"Lenny, can we pay
you with this?"

So Lenny has a little think.

Then he takes
the whole bag of weed
and fucking leaves.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-This was three months ago...
-Yeah.

I haven't seen him since.

So we've either sent him off
to an early grave,
or he's upstairs getting high.

Either way,
we're living rent free, so...

Oh, nice!
Don't ask questions, right?

Shi... I'm...

I'm paying rent
and a mortgage,
killing me.

How'd that happen?

Building this big ol' house
in Toluca Lake,

and the city comes by
and they stop construction.

And he tells us... He says,

"Yeah, you know,
you don't the have
proper permits

"for your infinity pool."
I'm like, "Wha...
That was back in March."

-Ruthless.
-Yeah.

Coming between a man
and his infinity pool.

(LAUGHS)

MILES: You know,
I have a buddy actually,

who works for the city,
uh, what's it called,
where they issue the permits?

Uh... Uh, the Department
of Building and Safety.

Yeah, that's it. Oh, shit!

L.A. county?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. L.A. county.

I have to be in my Uber
in two hours.

-It's great to meet you, Bob.
-Hey! Yeah, yeah, you too,
you too, uh...

Hey, Rudy. Rudy!
Hey, real quick.

Quick question. Um...

Think your friend, uh...
Do me a favor?

I think they're sticklers
for regulations down there.

Worst he could say
is, "no," right?

I guess I could ask.

Ah! Awesome!
Hey... Can I get a pen
real quick?

Sure, here you go.

That would be wonderful.

Really,
really would appreciate that.

Um, here's my number,

and please give me a call
after you talk to him.

I'll do that.

I'll fuckin' do that, Bob.

(GRUNTING)

Occupied!

APRIL: I was rereading
the script last night,

and I actually got emotional.

I realized I'm excited
about this project.

We have wonderful actors,
a director.

The director's in county jail,
that's a problem.

But I think this movie
could be something special.

Doesn't change the fact
that my involvement
in this was coerced.

And I think you,
personally, are despicable.

Sorry, what did you say?

Hey!
Didn't mean to hold you up.

Sorry. Come on.

Hey, why don't you sit,
uh, here.
You sit over here. Ah!

Here we are!
One day from a "go" picture.

Yeah! It's amazing!

'Course we've all seen
projects get this far,

then take
a last-minute nosedive.

-Well...
-Let's not have that happen!

There a problem?

We need Bob Grace
to sign off on our budget,

or we don't move forward.

And we're currently way
over our target number.

And I'm gonna handle that.

You said that last week.
Have you met with Bob?

We've been trading calls.

Uh, trust me, when Bob and I

him roll up our sleeves
and get down
to dirty business...

We'll sort this shit out.

-Who's Bob?
-He's VP of Production.

What's he need to sign?

There's a lot of details
that need discussing
between today and tomorrow.

Might be easier if Rick
explained it to you.

After the meeting maybe.
What's next, April?

Louis Darnell.

If you really want him back.

Well, he wrote
the first draft,
and we all loved it.

Mm-hmm.
He's affordable.

Use him for production
rewrites, that's fine.

But keep him away
from the press,

because for whatever reason,

the way he writes
is not the way he speaks.

Hold on. That's Hafdis,

I will connect him.

HAFDIS: Hello, everybody!

Hey! How are ya?
How's everything goin'
in there?

Well,
I haven't been raped yet.

Great.

-This is Alec, he's my lawyer.
-ALEC: Yep.

And he says
that my arraignment

is on Thursday
and then I'm out, no problem.

We're glad to hear that.

But the table read
is tomorrow, as you know,

and it's very important.

Brandon will be there,
he wants the director present.

Yeah, yeah, but let's make
it during my visiting hours,

and we can do it the same way
we're doing it now.
Is that okay?

I mean, if it's our
only option, then...

MALE GUARD: Time's up.

HAFDIS: What happened
to the five minute warning?

-Come on, let's go.
-Hey! Are we living
in a police state?

(CLEARS THROAT)

We should all go out
and celebrate
after the table read.

Mm.

Miles' family is gonna
be here,

so you can invite
your boyfriend, or...

I mean, if you have one.

-How long you worked
with Rick?
-Three years.

-Yeah, you want to be
a producer?
-I'm a singer.

No kidding! Where do you...
Do you perform around here?

Not currently.

Huh! Well, maybe you'll sing
for me some day.

Probably not.

Okay.

You know, he's a little crazy,

but I think that's good
for the project, right?

Anyway, I could get a sandwich
or something if...

I don't know
If you're hungry.

Sure worked
up an appetite.
(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)
So, um, what did April say?

About what?

What do you mean,
"about what?"

About me coming back
as the writer.

Yeah, she's fine with it.

Yeah! Hey! Thank you, buddy.

I know that she wasn't
too hot on the idea.

These are the notes
from the studio.

I need to get 'em done in time
for the table read.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, right.

What are you talking about?
The table read tomorrow?

No, no. No. I told you
I was gonna get some help.

So do it.

Look, you don't just hand
a writer pages,

and, like, snap your finger.
You know,
it's a process, Miles.

It's a few fuckin' lines,
Lulu! Just...

I'm trying to handle
a hundred things at once,

I'm trying to focus on Amara
in the production meeting,

I'm trying not to focus on her
in the fuckin' bathroom.

Amara in the bathroom?

Close the door.

CALDERON: What's it called?

WARE: The Admiral's Mistress.

Sort of a, uh...

BUCHHOLZ: Costume drama.

-Like Shakespeare in Love.
-My wife's favorite movie.

Great movie.

And De Escalones
is producing this thing?

Investor. Strictly money.

She drops twelve bodies
in Nevada,

and now she's Spielberg.

-Los Chapulines cartel?
-Southern Nevada branch.

Got her eye on LA.

She have a place here?

Hotel room.
But this is more than a visit.

Or she's really making
a movie.

(LAUGHS)

Some good shit, brother.

All day, every day.

-Yo, Leo.
-Mm?

What time you work?

-Forty minutes.
-Up all night,
you going to work?

Transpo never sleeps.

He's a driver on a movie, bro.
He works mad hours.

We get four hours of sleep
if we're lucky.
Everyone on set.

We don't have flake.
We do whatever.
Adderall, caffeine pills...

Caffeine pills?

You sell shit
this good on a lot?

You'd make hella stacks.

You know anyone
at Gravity Pictures?

Was on a show there last year.
Let me grab my shit.

I can get us in that studio.

Bring another key, maybe two.

We're not clear to do
business here in LA.

It's not a big operation.
It's just a couple keys.

Yeah, but we with Amara,
right?

I mean, if Mexico
thought Amara
had business in LA,

that shit would
get serious quick.

Mexico? Like you know
what the fuck
you're talking about.

Mexico. Little bitch.

Getting coffee if you want it.

I'm good.

Rick. Can I borrow
you for a second?

I'm having a hell of a time
with this casting breakdown.

Yeah! Yeah.

(SIGHS)

What you got?

-You're not working
on the breakdown.
-No.

He knows? Yeah?

You know, the bolt
on that bathroom door,

that doesn't slide
all the way.
We got to get that fixed.

-Rick?
-You think that you locked it,

somebody pushes it.

Okay. All right.
It was unprofessional.

I can't say I'm surprised,

given the amount
of terrible fuckin' decisions
you've been making.

Okay. Hold on, just, can I?

Me and Miles have been
with Amara for a while.

And we have seen
boyfriends come and go.

Mostly go.

And, when there's been a,
uh, a break-up?

It's our job to pick
up the pieces.

So, are you thinking
she's gonna get hurt.

Not her, you.

Okay. Well, uh,
I'm a big boy, guys.

-What?
-(CHUCKLES)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Physically?

Look, I don't know
what went down with you and,

uh, the whole face thing,
but, that was business.

It's all business with Amara.

See, in theory,
we're all in this together.

But that's not the way
she thinks.

No. Stop it.
You don't know her like I do.

(SIGHS)

Um...

No, listen.
Is she a tough negotiator?
Yeah.

But under that, that...

Under that, she's a...
A sensitive, supportive woman.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to bring
my personal life
into the workplace.

Okay? We'll be more discreet.

The office toilet, Rick?

The lock is broke!

And knock, maybe.

I don't need a wing man
on this one, guys.
Okay? Thanks.

What about this does
he not get it?

I mean, he's just never come

across anyone
like Amara before.

Or... Maybe it turns him on.

-Do you have a burner
I can borrow?
-Yeah.

You know,
historically speaking,

Amara's boyfriends last three,
maybe four days, so...

And if we have to make
this movie without Rick,

that is what we will do.

Hi, is Bob there? It's Rudy.

He'll know what it's about.

Gonna get a writer.

Roberto! How goes it?

Barry? Barry!

What are you doing here?

It's Nathan.

Yeah!

-Owen's housemate.
-Sure! Yeah.

I'm the new PA!
Do you work here?

Yeah! I, uh...

I wrote the screenplay.

I thought Louis Darnell
wrote the scree...

Oh! Barry's a nickname.

Yeah. No, people here,
they call me Louis.

Oh! You are so talented.
(CHUCKLES)

-Aw, thanks.
-So you and Owen
are both writers.

Hey! When was the last time
you saw Owen?

(BULLET FIRED)

Been a while.

Is that Vernon?

You remember Nathan.
He's our new PA!

Owen's housemate!

Oh, would you look at that!

You two know each other?

They're friends
with my housemate.

My ex-housemate.
She got me the job.

Plus, I know
Rick Moreweather, so...

I hope we're keeping you busy!

Yeah!

Lots to do.

Yeah.

Better get back to it.
Good seeing you, Vernon.

-Vernon?
-He's not very bright.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah. He's gotta be with LAPD

or the Fed.
Probably got a wire.

I don't know, he's the one
who told me about Rick.

Oh, he has to know
that I didn't write
the screenplay!

Not if Owen didn't
show it to him.

Well, that's what you said
about the girlfriend,

see how that fuckin'
turned out.

So what're we gonna do?

(COWS MOOING)

We can't afford much help.

No way I run
the farm by myself.

When you go to LA,
I don't know how we get by.

Mom! Do you know how much
Jake Gyllenhaal
makes per movie?

Eighteen million dollars.

If I make half of that,
we're set for our life.

Okay, and I'm not saying
I get it right away.

But give me a few months,
and I'll send you a check.

Like talkin' to a brick wall.

If I may?

Everyone likes working
with you.

And I like working with you.

But the roles I cast you in,
they were small,

and the reason you didn't
get big parts is...

You're not good.

If you're not good enough for
Dyersville Regional Theater,
how do you...

But you always told us
to shoot for the moon,

and if we'd missed,
we'd end up among the stars.

I meant that, but not for you.

At least, not for this.

You're all looking out for me,
which is awesome.

But I,
I don't want you to worry,

because no matter what,
I'm not gonna give up.

I should go finish packing.

Uh, but Gary,
don't leave without
saying goodbye!

I'll be down in a few minutes.

Better he doesn't
run the farm.

How come?

'Cause he's dumber
than a bag of hammers.

(SIGHS)

Why she say "nosedive?"

Huh?

The lady.
She say we take a nosedive.

Oh, April.
No, she didn't mean it.

But I pay for all of this.

The office,
all these people...

If they don't make the movie,
do they give me back my money?

You don't have to worry.

I mean,
we're full steam ahead here.

What's this?

That's a list of areas
with tax incentives.

Movie takes place in England,

we'll probably shoot
in Vancouver,
or somewhere like that.

Nevada?

Yeah, Nevada,
good tax incentive,

not a good visual match.

We need English gardens,
not deserts.

And there's no crew in Nevada.

I get you a crew.

No, I mean, union guys.

I can get cooks, drivers.

From the casino?

I know all kind
of people, Ricky.

And I give you a good price.

CUSTOMER: Can I get
a decaf macchiato, please?

FEMALE BARISTA:
Double shot Americano?

CUSTOMER:
Oh, that's me, thanks.

(SIGHS)

What you working on?

(SIGHS)

I wasn't trying
to be weird, I just...

She thought I was
hitting on her.

I just wanted to know
what her screenplay
was about.

Since I produce movies.

I'm writing a screenplay.

Oh! You ever sell one?

Had a few nibbles.

This one's about Dresden
in the seventeen-hundreds.

It's called
The Rebel of Liebstadt.

That is a good title.

Oh!
Quick word about our new PA.

(SCOFFS) You guys are friends,
that's so cool.

Yeah. I'm gonna need
you to let him go.

-Why?
-It's not working out.

-Because?
-Not a good fit.

Well,
he's got a good attitude.

Yeah, he does.

Oh, you want me to tell him
that it's not working out,

-because he's not a good fit.
-Thanks, Gladys.

KATIE: Hi.

Holy shit! You answered.

Uh... Uh, I'm
completely unprepared

for a conversation
with a real human being. Um...

We're coming tomorrow.

Yes, you...
You're bringing
me one of my actors.

She's been
rehearsing her lines
on an endless loop.

So if she backs out,
I can step in.

I'm not sure you could pass
as a twelve-year-old.
Fourteen, maybe.

Thanks for being patient.

I'm not being patient, Katie,
I just don't have a choice.

There's just some questions
I need to answer,

for everyone's sake.
I've almost got 'em
figured out.

Like, emotional questions?
What are you talking about?

-Uh...
-Ms. Daly? Attorney Bates.

Hi, let me get off the phone.

Miles, I gotta go,
I'll see you tomorrow
at three. Bye.

How are you? Please.

(SIGHS)

Oh! Hey, Walon, right?

Rick Moreweather.

Listen, um, did you book
the conference room tomorrow?

Right.

Okay, good,
'cause we need to get
in there for a table read,

they said you guys don't need
it till the evening.

Huh? So, if we could get
in there in the afternoon...

You made those
giant spider movies.

Yeah. That was a while ago.

Ah, that must make
for an interesting table read.

Do the actors play spiders?

(CHUCKLES)

So you guys,
you in there for the day?

'Cause, we'll,
we'll leave you all set up.

Can't help you, my friend.

Asshole.

He work down there?

Yeah, it's okay, come on.
We'll find another place.

Uh, I need you to call
me back ASAP.

I have found a writer,
got a writing sample.

Title's in a foreign language,
so...

Probably good.
But I need you to check
it before we go...

Hey, you got a call from...
Uh... Sorry.

No, it's okay. I'm off.

April's office called.

They were hoping
to get those new pages
from you by tonight.

(SCOFFS) I just got the notes
this morning.

Well, they said it was
just a few lines.

Oh! Yeah, well,
why don't they write it,
if they think it's so easy.

You know,
I read your first draft,

even before Rick got it.

It was wonderful.

I think you're gonna be fine.

Want to get dinner?

When?

Anytime.
Just, like, tomorrow, or...

You pick the place,
let me know.

Hmm!

I'm not sure I understand.

Well, hypothetically,
if someone had a business,

like, if they were
a movie producer,

and an investor
were using money
from an illegal business.

Could that producer
get in trouble?

Depends on what they knew
about the origin of the money.

Or what could be proved.

And if the producer wanted
to keep making movies,

but didn't wanna be...

-Legally culpable?
-Right.

They'd have
to insulate themselves
from the source of the money.

And how would they do that?
I mean, hypothetically?

I'll tell you what he said,
but in my opinion, Bob,

you don't want
any part of this.

-Why not?
-I called Danny.

The does plan checks
for residential inspections,

and I said, "Danny?

"I have a man trying
to build his dream pool,

"and he needs our help."
Danny says, "No problem."

-Really?
-And he can get permits
inside of a week.

-Holy shit!
-But then, then Danny said...

I can't believe
I'm repeating this.

He said, because
his job's at risk,

he wants ten grand in cash.

Oh! That's what I said.
I said,

"Bob will not want to have
any part of this, Danny."

-Seems kind of shady.
-Oh! Extremely shady.

Yeah. I mean, truth be told,

I, I... Yeah.

Spend that much in rent
and attorney's fees
in a month.

Yeah, you're not gonna wanna
get involved in this kind
of thing at all, Bob.

-Yeah... Shit... No... Hmm.
-I mean, I can't believe it.

I mean, if I had thought
that Danny would
pull this kind of shit,

I would never have
brought it up.

Yeah. Yeah.

-The food here is good value,
isn't it?
-Yeah.

This is not a reflection
of your performance.

I mean, I thought
the job was longer than a day.

But I met some

really cool people so...

Thank you.

-Please don't thank me.
-Yeah, I'll clear out my desk.

I don't have a desk,
but I'll just grab
my backpack.

Thanks again!

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-Comin'!

What's up, dog?

Oh, I thought
it was room service.

Okay, uh, she's in the shower.

No, no, no, no.
I want to talk to you.
Come here.

Oh. Okay.

Listen, you know
I've been really busy,

so I haven't been involved
in the whole movie thing.

-Huh.
-But last night I was watching

Paranormal Activity.
You ever seen that shit?

I don't think so.

You, you gotta check
that shit out.

Anyway, I realized
that being around
artistic people, like you,

-that's some interesting shit.
-Yeah. Uh-huh.

And I heard
my Ti say that you have
some table meeting?

I really want to go.

To the table read?

-Table read, yeah.
-Yeah.

And I wanna invite
my buddy, Bliz?

Oh! Yeah!
Yeah, okay, it's at 3:00.

-I'll get you a drive on.
-That's very cool.

-Thank you, dog.
-Mm-hmm.

I'm looking forward
to that creativity.

Yeah! Me, too.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Oh!

-All right!
-All right.

You must be Bob.

Danny, right?

Hey, thanks
for helping me out.

Yeah, we're helping
each other out.

Here's a little,
uh, little something
for your effort.

Yeah...

So what kind
of a, uh... Timeline
we're looking here?

Rudy was saying that we...
Yeah.

(SIGHS) Five seconds
with that guy,

I knew he was a shit bird.

(SIGHS)

Should we go on, maybe?

(SIGHS) Man, the writer
still hasn't sent the pages.

I fuckin' hate deadlines.

I mean, he was at his day job,
earlier, but, I mean,

he's been home for two hours!

What's his day job?

Valet.

He...

Well, at least if his
writing is shite,

it's not like Brandon will
shut down the movie,

and then Amara will
have us both killed.

-Yeah, okay. I...
-Oh, no, wait a minute.

That is what will happen.

I'll call him as soon
as we get back
to the apartment. Okay?

A fucking valet?

Quit bugging me, man.

Got a lot of stress.

(SIREN WAILING)

Front desk called,
said she's on her way up.

You sure about this?

I'm curious.

(KNOCKING)

Hello, Amara. Ed.

Thanks for seeing me.

Miles give you
my phone number?

I've had it for years.

AMARA: Lots of men
work for me.

I don't talk to their wife.

Then I'm glad
you made an exception.

Can I sit?
I have a lot to say.

(KATIE SIGHS)

It's great, what you're
doing with the film.

It's exciting, and I'm,

I'm sure there's
a practical benefit, as well.

What do you know about it?

I came to say,

I think there's
an opportunity,
moving forward.

For you and for Miles.

And you?

For all of us.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Oh, hey!

Thanks for letting us use
that conference room, really.

Okay? We're gonna keep it
spick and span, trust me.

-Yeah, it's all yours.
-Okay.

Whoa-ho! What happened?

Uh... Uh, I was
coming down the stairs

in the parking garage,
and I twisted it.

Oh, stairs in the back, right?

And I hate
those freaking stairs!

Yeah, this whole place
is a death trap.

Lindsay, right?

Yeah.

Rudy.

We met at the bar
the other night. (CHUCKLES)

That's right. Good memory.
Hey there, Bob!

-Wait a second.
-Cheers, Lindsay.

(DOOR SHUTS)

BOB: What are you doing here?

Just dropping in.

And, uh, I thought
I'd run something by you.

How'd you get on the lot?

Gate three.

-But don't you...
-You have no windows, Bob.

(CHUCKLES)

You might go a little mad
down here,

with just filing cabinets
and spreadsheets.

(GRUNTS) What did you want
to run by me?

Oh, yes.

I need a favor.

Okay.

You have a project here called
The Admiral's Mistress.

I hear it's great.

I need you to sign off
on the budget,
so they can start production.

What's your connection?

I just thought, seeing
as I'm doing you a favor,

helping you to bribe
a government employee,

which I think is
a fucking felony, Bob,

I just thought maybe
you could help me with this.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

When we first met at the bar,
you knew who I was?

You told me who you were.

You're helping me out,
and I, I appreciate that.

But what you're asking is,
you know...

(INHALES SHARPLY) You want
tickets to a premiere,
um, I'm your guy.

Um, box set of, uh, DVDs...

The production budget, Bob,
would you say
that's in this office

or would Lindsay have it
in one of her filing cabinets?

Thanks for stopping by, Rudy.
You want to call me later,
let me know.

Sit down, Bob.

Who the fuck do you
think you are, huh?

Get out of my office.

-Hey, Lindsay!
-(THUDS)

I work for serious people,
Bob.

LINDSAY: It's locked.

You play games with us,

we'll bury you under
the fucking foundations

of that fancy house
you're building.

-(GRUNTS)
-LINDSAY: Did you need me?

Say you want the budget.

-Lindsay?
-LINDSAY: Yeah?

Could you bring
us the 2D version

of The Admiral's Mistress
production budget, please?

LINDSAY: Okay.

Now you can sit down.

(KNOCKING)

Oh, perfect! Thank you!

Oh, can I borrow that pen?
Cheers, Lindsay.

It's a good investment, Bob.
In more ways than one.

-(PEOPLE ALL CHATTING)
-MAN: April, how are you?

EMMA: Dad.

Hey! You're over there,
with the talent.

What if I mess up?

Well, your dad's the producer,
so you're probably
not getting fired. Go on.

-There's a lot I want
to say. (SIGHS)
-Mm.

Maybe at dinner?

That sounds daunting.

Any chance we might
enjoy ourselves?

I'm planning to enjoy it.

Oh.

-How'd it go?
-Good, I think.

Well, I'm glad,
'cause we've got a situation.

What?

-(WHISPERS) What the fuck?
-(GRUNTS) Mm-hmm.

Gladys!

May I ask,
what the fuck Nathan
is doing at the table?

Lord Sheridan
is a pivotal fucking role.

We had actors who
were unavailable,

so I guess casting
got readers to sub in.

Why are they using him?

GLADYS: He must have
volunteered before
I fired him.

Have you heard him speak?
He sounds like Spicoli.

Everybody, uh,
why don't we get started, huh?

Please, you've, you've got
your assigned seats,
we're all here.

-It's okay.
-RICK: And, um...

We're happy you're here.
And tell you what,
we're gonna turn it over

to your director now. Hafdis!

-Hey!
-Yeah, whenever you're ready.

HAFDIS:
(STUTTERS) Can you hear me?

Yes, we can hear you.

Okay, great.
Well, welcome everybody.

So glad you can,
yeah, all join us
on this very special day.

Such an exciting project,
I'm so thrilled!

(CHUCKLES) But now,
let us begin.

(PEOPLE CHUCKLING)

-Great! Let's go!
-(CLEARS THROAT)

AD: Exterior, Munro Estates,
evening.

Rolling hills give way
to chalk cliffs
and gray ocean.

Reveal Lord Munro, handsome
despite his lined visage.

With him is Lady Margaret.

Are you certain Lord Culph
will attend the ball?

Quite sure.

Lillian is not so foolish
as to hope for an audience,

but she would lay eyes on him.

His Lordship has
many obligations,
she is not among them.

You, on the other hand...

Felton approaches Margaret
and her smile betrays
her pleasure at seeing him.

I hear my lady is to attend
a ball at Sumerford
this evening.

A recently-acquired cough
may prevent me from attending.

-A cough?
-Margaret gives a fake cough.

-(COUGHS)
-(ALL LAUGH)

-MAX: Sounds serious.
-(ALL CHUCKLING)

But if I were feeling
well enough
to take a walk later,

and you were to leave
your mother's house
to get some air,

it isn't impossible that
we might pass each other by.

They're interrupted
by the sudden appearance
of Kitty,

a servant girl carrying
a basket of laundry.

Felton!

Kitty drops the laundry
and embraces Felton.
Margaret looks on wistfully.

They said you
weren't coming back,
but I wouldn't believe them.

Kitty, dear,
not in front of the lady,
it's over-familiar.

-Sorry, milady.
-BECCA: Nonsense.

You wish to embrace
an old friend.
Who could blame you?

Blushing, Kitty picks up
her basket of laundry
and excuses herself.

Unable to contain her smile,

Felton watches her go
and slowly turns
to gaze upon the house.

In here.

Two grand, right?

Is this a police station?

Eighty-Eighth Precinct
on Compton Justice .

Yo, for real?

My mom's be watching
that show.

(SIGHS) Got any movie
or TV friends need a hookup,
tell them to give us a shout.

-Cool.
-Hey, y'all. Check it out.

They got me, bro.

I'm looking at
some serious time.

A 12-year-old stable boy
readies a horse.

Behind him,
Lord Henry Sheridan enters.

Oh, shit, here we go.

Outwardly handsome
but with something
dark at his core,

dressed in full riding gear,

Sheridan approaches.

Oh, fuck's sake!

-You.
-Yes, sir?

I wished to ride the bay,
but now I find the roan
has been saddled.

The stable master gave
you instructions,

still you saddled
the wrong horse.

Is it me? Or is he all right?

-I mean...
-Yeah.

-BOY: I'll fix it, sir...
-I did not say you can move.

Look at me when
I'm addressing you.

(SIGHS)

AD: The boy forces
his gaze upwards.

Please, sir,
it will not happen again.

No, it won't,

as I shall whip you bloody
in order to fix the incident
in your memory,

and ensure you
don't disappoint me
next Sunday.

Take off your shirt.

AD: Weeping,
the boy pulls off his shirt.

Since I have made
your daughter's acquaintance,

I cannot sleep.

I cannot eat.

I am a shadow
of my former self.

If the lady does
not return my affections,

I ask her to put me
out of my misery.

I think you will be
very pleased with her answer.

(SIGHS)

Sheridan bolts
the door behind him,

Margaret starts to back away.

Do not come near me.

A man may treat
his property as he desires.

He may shatter a dish,
he may beat his dog.

And he may bed the woman
who's to be his wife,

with force, if necessary.

You are a scoundrel.

One who is to share a bed
with you tomorrow.

He's pretty fuckin' good,
isn't he?

Track with Margaret
as she walks to the cliffs.
Camera rises up.

As the sun sets on the day,
and on a lifetime of regret.
The end.

(ALL CHEERING)

Beautiful.

Wonderful, wonderful,
wonderful.
Hafdis, anything?

That was beautiful.

-Thank you!
-MALE GUARD:
All right. Let's go.

-Yes, I know.
-Shut that off. Shut that off.

Hey, everybody,
there's plenty of lunch here
that's gonna go to waste.

Thank you very much.

(ALL CHATTERING)

-That went okay.
-Those new lines
really worked. Right?

Read like a house on fire.
Don't you think?

-Yeah.
-And how about
our new Lord Sheridan?

Uh, no, no,
he's just a reader.

No, no, not anymore.

He's twice as good
as the actor we had.

We're not doing this, right?

I don't know...

I mean, his roommate
wrote the fuckin' script.

-How long before he puts
the pieces together?
-I don't know, Lulu.

Don't do this.

He was fuckin' brilliant!

We can't go back
to the other guy now.

-Yeah, we can.
-We gotta do
what's best for the movie.

-Hey.
-That was fun.
Can't wait to do it again.

(CHUCKLES)

It always ends really well
for child stars, right?

Come on,
let's get you a donut
or something.

(KATIE CHUCKLES)

The great cast,
the ocean battle, the drama...

It left me wondering...
Why was it so fucking boring?

I told you that wasn't
my experience.

(SIGHS) I wanted to crawl
under the table
and go to sleep.

I still think there's
a built-in audience for this.

Yeah, well,
Bob Grace agrees with you.

-What?
-Messages?

Bob ran projections
for domestic
and international,

says there's
a significant upside.

(SCOFFS)
Beats the hell outta me.

Look at these heavy hitters.
Fantastic.

You liked it?
All I have to say is,
"Let's make a movie!"

-(HOOTING)
-Yes! All right! (LAUGHS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Let's sit down,
talk about a start date.

You know, I've never
even been to Nevada.

Mm?

Nevada?

Where we're shooting.

Yeah, I've been CC'ing you
on all those emails.
The locations with rebates.

He actually lives in Nevada.

Uh, yeah, it's just, um...

England is very lush
and green.

Nevada is a fuckin' desert.

RICK: With rebates.

And Rick and Amara
got us a deal on local crew.

So all that money goes
to the screen!

That's fucking brilliant.

(PHONE RINGING)

TV PRESENTER: Three questions,
from me to you.

For each correct answer
about a travel destination.

-Hello?
-NATHAN: Mom! Mom!

-Hi, honey. It's Nathan.
-NATHAN: I got a part!

A what?

Yeah, I'm playing the lead!

Says he's playing a lead.

What's that mean?

Dad's asking,
what's that mean?

Oh, that the producers
liked me,

so they're giving
me a big role.

I know I said it would
happen sooner,

you know, and it's already
been nine months.

But they're paying me scale.
And I can send you 60 grand...

60 what?

Thousand, thousand.

(BATTERY LOW INDICATOR BEEPS)

Uh, hey, my phone's dying,
I, I got to find
somewhere to charge.

Um, I'll call tomorrow?
Uh, love to Dad.

Bye, bye, bye!
(KISSES)

(SIGHS)

-Sends his love.
-Mm.

He says he's sending
us $60,000.

He sound high?

Maybe.

At least he's not dead.

There's that.

(PEOPLE CHATTING)

Lot of old people here.

And tourists.

But I dig it, and you were
very sweet to take me.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
That's a nice red,
it's not too expensive.

Oh, yeah, you have it,
I don't drink.

Oh.

AA?

No, no. I'm a Mormon.

(SNORTING LAUGHTER)

Are you?

Uh, I mean, Mormons
are fascinating.

Um, I'm glad
that you think so.

(CHUCKLES)

No coffee,
and no booze, right?

Well, no smoking, no caffeine.

No premarital sex, no drugs.

Those are the biggies.
(CHUCKLES)

No sex?

No premarital sex.

You just make out?

You can't make out?

You can, uh, just without
a lot of intensity,
or for very long...

I feel like you're
bumping on this, uh...

So what is all of this
leading up to?

Well, ideally,
a very intimate friendship.

And, well,
if things progress...

We get married? (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

So, I should just say,
the whole
"not having sex" thing,

that probably won't
work for me.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

EMMA: I was so nervous,
and then Max Kisbye
came over and he was so nice!

But it was so weird, because
I'm used to seeing him in,
like, all of his movies?

-And he's really different
in real life.
-Who's she talking to?

-Every 12-year-old
in southern Nevada.
-(CHUCKLES)

EMMA: ...acting, I said,
"Am I into acting?"

Weren't we gonna
have a conversation?

After dinner. (CLEARS THROAT)

After dinner, before sex?
Or after dinner
before an argument?

(EMMA CHATTING
IN THE BACKGROUND)

KATIE: You still have
that house?

Are you saying you want
to live with me?

'Cause to be honest
I'm kind of enjoying

the setup that myself
and Lulu have here.

Yeah, I get it.

MILES: It's a lot of good
amenities,

on site dry cleaners,
personal hairstylists.

Have you run this by Emma?

Well, I thought we'd
do that together.

I mean, let's be honest.

If she doesn't want to move,
we're still gonna make her,
she's fuckin' 12.

(CHUCKLING)

Mm.

Something else.

You want me to see
if I can bring
the hairstylist with me?

I knew you were gonna ask.

About Amara.

(SIGHS)

Okay, look, if your job
really is making movies,

and you happen to be
using Amara's money?
I can live with that.

But realistically,
there's no way she lets
you walk away

when the movie's done.

Didn't you just say
that you were happy
to live with me? (SIGHS)

Well, Amara being involved
isn't a deal-breaker.

I mean, people in her position
don't last forever.

But if she goes down,
I don't want you
going with her.

So I met with a lawyer...

Ah, come on...

And he said if Amara forms
a shell company and an LLC...

Whatever the fuck that is.

Well, it's what she does
with her casino.

Then she can fund
as many movies as she wants,

and you're not implicated.

I mean, she lets you be
a full-time producer.

We don't know
if she's gonna agree to that.

She will.

She did.

I mean, we didn't get
into the details,
but she liked the basic...

You spoke to Amara?

In her hotel.

No.

Are you out of your
fuckin' mind?

I'm trying to get us away
from this woman,

and you're having chats
with her at the hotel?

Did you bring Emma,

or was she having a smoke
with Ed in the fuckin' lobby?

-If I'd told you,
you wouldn't have let me!
-No, shit.

Katie, you think
you understand this woman,
you're out of your depth.

If I want to be with you,
I don't have
a lot of fucking options here.

Baby...

At least it gets us
out of Nevada.

Did I mention where
we're shooting the movie?

What?

EMMA: Are we celebrating
or not?

Hello?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING)

Mr. Moreweather?

Agents Ware and Buchholz, FBI.
You have a minute?

Could I see that badge again?

-That's real? Uh-huh.
-Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm, uh,
expecting company, so...

How long do we have?

Uh... 20 minutes.

Hmm. Better get to it.
Is it all right if we sit?

Yeah.

Amara de Escalones runs
the southern Nevada branch
of Los Chapulines cartel.

Heard of Los Chapulines?
Guardianes de la Muerte?

-(CLEARS THROAT)
-Mr. Moreweather.

Amara is currently expanding
her territory

into northern
and northwestern Nevada.

She had 12 men shot to death
in Indian Springs.

And before that...

WARE: This was
a business partner of Amara's.

This was a lover. Lover.

Lover.

(RICK GASPING)

Thanks for your time.
We'll let ourselves out.

You're leaving?

Yeah, we're just bringing
you up to speed.

You ever want to talk
about anything.

Just give us a ring.

Uh... But I'd burn that
before she gets here.

Yeah.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)