All language subtitles for Dirt 1x.13

[Don] I'm Don Konkey.

I'm Don Konkey.
I'm Don Konkey.

Leave me alone.

You know what you have to do. Don!

[Don] No, goddamn it!

You know you have to kill Lucy.

Too much is happening!
Too much is happening!

- You have to kill her to save her.
- It's all coming undone.

They still haven't caught
Lucy's stalker.

Know anyone with mental illness,
paranoia, schizophrenia?

No. No one springs to mind.

[Don] Stop looking at me.

Johnny Gage telling the public
he gave the sex tape of him

and Julia to Lucy in exchange
for favorable coverage

may bite her in the ass.

The only other person who
has ever even seen this tape

is Lucy Spiller at Dirt Now.

Julia going public about Johnny
raping her, to find out that

she was using the tape
to get her stalled career going.

Just keep this story on the inside
and you can own me.

I don't mind being owned.

[Don] Oh, poor, poor Julia.

This is a great cover.

Willa dumped Barrow.

I can't do this anymore.

No matter how hard he tried
to encourage her to come back.

Did I do something wrong?

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

[screams]

You know you have to kill Lucy.

[Don] Can you just tell me why?

Please?

Please?

Don, I can't take it.
I need to hear from you.

If I've done something to hurt you,

we could talk about it,
but you have to call me back.

I have a lot of people out there
looking for you. Please, would you...

[alarm wailing]

[man] Donald,
you have been given a sacred task.

Don't turn your back on God.

Why are you doing this to me?
She's my friend!

- [woman] Kill her, Donny!
- Tristan!

[woman speaking Latin]

- [man speaks Latin]
- The Mass is over?

That's right, Donald.

The Mass is over. It is time.

Every second of my life on camera
and we can't find a frame of this jerk?

- Someone took out the cameras.
- That's reassuring.

- Have you heard from your friend Don?
- It's not Don.

He's schizophrenic,
and he's the perfect stalking machine:

The surveillance, the photography,
all the methodologies...

OK, so find out.
Just find him first.

He's never disappeared
for this long before.

If I have to choose between this
asshole who's stalking me and Don,

- I say find Don.
- Your car is here.

Oh, great,
as if my life isn't absurd enough,

now I have to go
to a fake fashion show.

Look, America is shitting itself
for the Best New Model finale.

Get me a photo of America shitting
itself, and I'll put that on the cover.

Bet if I chopped off one of their heads,
you'd put it on the cover.

[Lucy] I just might.

Maybe I should pitch the cover
to Tina Harrod.

I'm sure it's just the kind of pap
Tina's magazine would gobble up.

They only have two-thirds
the circulation of Dirt Now.

But I wasn't talking about her magazine.
I heard she's taking over yours.

[crowd exclaiming]

Call 91 1!

- [woman] Oh, my God, she's bleeding.
- Terry, hold the cover.

[# Debby Holiday: Dig Deep]

[wind whistling]

[rapid, indistinct whispering]

[bell rings]

[whispering continues]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[whirring fades, heartbeat]

[heartbeat intensifies]

[no audio]

Whoa! Easy there, Don.
That's a close call, buddy.

- Sorry.
- No, it's cool.

What are you doing in my car?
You're not even real.

You feel qualified
to make that judgment?

Are you?

Please, just tell me
who sent you here.

Who sent me?
You don't know?

You've been chosen.

You don't have a choice.
This one's not about free will.

Schopenhauer's got nothing to do
with this shit, Don.

This is His will.

[thunder rumbles]

That's right. "With fear and trembling,
find your salvation."

You're gonna do it, right, buddy?
You're gonna kill this bitch, right?

OK, let's go with the family angle
and do a box on the anorexia.

The family's gone radio silent.
All no comment.

Really? Oh, my God,
somebody said no?

Well, let's all go home.
What other photos do you have?

We have all the publicity crap
and some frame grabs.

You need to get more.
Let's get a shooter inside the funeral.

- What about Don Konkey?
- Don Konkey is my contact.

- I'll deal with Don Konkey.
- OK.

- Track the autopsy.
- She was anorexic. Her liver...

Probably? Until you can
show me your doctorate,

maybe you should flash your tits
to the coroner and find out for sure.

Lucy, I just heard
from my source at Vanity Fair.

- Holt McLaren is giving an exclusive.
- Son of a bitch.

Hi.

- Excuse me.
- Hi.

- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Yeah, sure.

- Wanna go in my office?
- That's... No.

No, I wanted to...

I wanted to ask you if you know

what the temperature is around here
for me with Lucy.

I've been in the doghouse for a while,
and I just...

Ah. [laughs] Oh.

I thought you were wondering about...

- Nah, never mind.
- Oh. Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Well, actually, you and l
had a pretty clear arrangement.

I mean, since you're on the editorial
side of things and I'm the publisher,

we agreed not to talk shop.

Right, right, no, I'm... You're
absolutely right. I crossed the line.

But I'm willing to make a trade.

OK, I think.

I'll tell you about Lucy,
you tell me about us.

What about us?

You tell me about us.

Tonight, for example.

OK. You first.

I wouldn't worry about what Lucy
is thinking about you.

Her numbers are down four weeks.
She's got bigger things to worry about.

- Like Tina Harrod.
- Your turn.

I'm 23.

You're not.

There are literally a million
40-year-old women in Los Angeles

who would gladly go out with you.
So just grow up, Brent.

Holt, come on, how many times
can I say I'm sorry?

I'm done.

Oh, baby. Holt, please. Come on.

Come here, baby.
Look, it's me. It's me.

Yeah, and who the hell is that?

The Julia that was terrified to go
into public because the tape was out?

Or the Julia who released the tape
to amp up her own career?

OK. Look, I'm sorry.
OK? I don't know.

I don't know any of the answers,
if I ever did.

You sat right here on this bed
and looked in my eyes

as we destroyed that tape.
And you kept a secret copy, Julia?

A goddamn secret! So, what?

So you could give your career
a jump start!

Have you ever been so scared?

- Scared of what?
- Everything.

I mean, so much so
that you lose your way,

and you do things that even while you...

You don't know yourself,
so you close your eyes

and you cut a deal
with a part of yourself

that you didn't even know existed.

[slow heartbeat]

[faster heartbeat]

[heartbeat slowing]

[grunting]

Listen to me. Listen to me!

Stay the hell away from me.
Do you understand me?

- Do you understand me?
- No! No!

Stay the hell away from me.

If you need somebody to talk to,
why don't you call Johnny Gage?

Yeah, I mean,
there's even a secret blog

of disgruntled Lucy Spiller employees,
password-protected.

Yeah, it's, um, D-B-A-G,
if you're interested.

Yeah, it would be pretty bad
if any of that shit got leaked.

You may want to move fast though,

rumor has it that Gibson
is in talks with Tina Harrod.

OK.

Just get it done.

I gotta go.

Don, thank God you're here.

I'm sorry, Lucy.

You're sorry?
Honey, I'm so glad to see you.

Mass is over.

What? What Mass?

Don, you're really freaking me out.

[bell tolls]

No! No! No, I won't!

No! No! No, I won't!

Yeah, they want me
to kill my best friend, but...

Go to hell!

Don?

[Don sighs]

- Hey!
- Kira!

- Hi.
- They want me to kill my best friend.

They want me to kill her,
but I wouldn't do it. I won't do it.

It's OK, it's OK.

[sighs] Oh...

Don, it's gonna be all right.

OK?

Let's get back into your car,
drive to her office.

OK, but on the way,
maybe we'll stop at Panda Express

and get some of those egg rolls
that you love so much.

Mmm...

And then slit the bitch's throat.

I missed you.

No.

Don. Don, we never do what I want to do.

Don! Don!

Don, you're gonna die out there
if you don't go back and kill her!

I know.

Don!

[Willa] My friend called me
as soon as it went up.

Goddamn bloggers.

- I'm sure it's all bullshit.
- Where's Brent Barrow?

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Lucy!

- Oh, this isn't exactly...
- Shut up, Brent.

- Hi, sweetie!
- Tina.

- Oh, do you two know each other?
- Yeah, we do.

Yeah, we were stringers together
at The Postwhen we got out of college.

- What are you doing here?
- Uh, well, we were just...

- Yeah, we were...
- Is it Bring a Jackal to Work Day?

[laughs] Thank God, Lucy,
you haven't changed.

We were on the MPA panel
for the National Magazine Conference.

Yeah, so would you please put those
big guns down and give a girl a hug?

- Oh!
- OK, that's great.

Oh, my God, look at you.

How do you not
jump this girl's bones every day?

I mean, you are just gorgeous!

Didn't renew your contract
at "Celebrity Suck-Up"?

Oh, honey, I've set my sights
way higher than Dirt Now.

And yet, here you are.

- Yeah, well...
- Did they offer you my job, yes or no?

Even if they did,
I wouldn't take it.

I just had another baby.
I'd like to have a lighter schedule.

I'd like to have something
that gets me home by 6:00.

You'd sell that newborn
for a shot at my desk, we know.

If she doesn't stop crying through the
night, I may just take you up on that.

- [Brent laughs]
- Come on, walk me around.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Mm-hmm. Bye.

I love this place.
Look at the energy in here.

Excuse me, Tina? I don't know
if you remember me...

Terry! Are you kidding?
You were my favorite intern ever.

Aw, Lisa told... [gasps]

- Yeah.
- You are! How far along?

You're pregnant?

Yeah, I told you
I was gonna need maternity?

- Oh, that's right.
- You know what?

Take longer than you think you need.

- So good to see you!
- Oh, you too.

- Aw, congratulations.
- Thank you.

Sweetheart. She's a gem.

- You better hold on to her.
- I will.

All right, sweetie, I know that
you're real busy, so see ya later.

Um, Lucy...

So my contact at the coroner's office
wouldn't leak a copy of the autopsy.

- But I got the highlights.
- Which are?

Well, she had enough dexfenfluramine
in her system

to put Weight Watchers
out of business.

So a model on an illegal
weight-loss drug? Shocking.

Find out who gave it to her.
Maybe that's a story.

- That's your last chance...
- OK, no bullshit.

Is Gibson floating my
job out to Tina Harrod?

- What will it take to get you to knock?
- Oh, blow me.

- Deal.
- Yeah, right.

Save it for the next intern.

Look, your job is not in jeopardy, OK?

Yes, your numbers are down and the
whole Johnny Gage thing doesn't help.

- But like I said, Tina and I are...
- On the full-of-shit committee.

My God, why do I bother?

You're not going to listen
to a word I say anyway.

All right.

Hey, don't forget our deal.

You would have a better shot
at getting struck by lightning twice

while holding
a winning lottery ticket.

Hi. What's up?

Thanks to the LoJack you installed
for your friend's walkabouts,

we have the car.

- What about Don?
- Just the car.

It's at the edge
of Joshua Tree near 29 Palms.

- What are they doing to find him?
- It's a very big place.

- Too windy to track footprints.
- Helicopter!

- The park service chopper is busy.
- What are you saying, Gareth?

- I'm not exactly in the search...
- I don't give a shit!

And I don't care what you think of him.

Don Konkey is my friend.
Find me a goddamn helicopter!

[theme music plays]

I'm here to set the record straight.

Yes, I did release the video

of me and Johnny Gage
on the lnternet.

And all I can say is
I wasn't thinking clearly.

But the facts of what happened
that night haven't changed.

Johnny Gage did rape me.

And in my fear and confusion,

I thought I could turn a horrible trauma
into something positive.

And I know now how wrong that was,

and I'm here to apologize...

Julia, last time you were here,

you talked about shame you felt
at having been raped.

Yes, I did, and I still feel that way.

Not so ashamed that it stopped you
from figuring out how to profit.

No, I wasn't trying to profit from it.
I was trying to take control back.

When you're a victim
of a crime like rape,

there is a sense of helplessness
and loss...

So you blatantly lied to your fans, to
people who told you their accounts,

to people who trusted you and derived
strength and hope from your story?

I couldn't control the transgression.

So at least I wanted
to control the release.

That's what Grandma Ruth back
in Lubbock used to call a $2-lie.

It doesn't make any sense. No matter
what you call it, it's still a lie.

I'm just afraid I'm never
going to see him alive again.

Of course you are.

I never tell him
what a good friend he is to me.

He really is my friend.

No, no, no, I can't...

You can't just say I'm a messenger,
and then, you know, if l...

They can do what they want,
you daft bastard.

Who're they?

The forces.
The ones who control you.

I... No, I'm sick.

You're sick, I'm sick, we're all sick.

The forces that told you to kill her,

they're gonna make you
kill yourself now.

[Holt] You don't have to die.

Donnie. Please, Donnie,
can we kill Lucy?

And then we can go back to our place
and make love.

It's been too long.

I can't, Kira.

[Kira's voice] Then you'll die...

[HoIt's voice] The dead slut
has a point.

Don't waste your breath on him.
Can't you see he's knackered?

Here's a bit of science for you,
Donnie, on your way out.

Forces that want you to kill yourself,
that want you to kill her...

...they're you. [laughs]

The phone calls are coming
from inside the house, mate.

All you need to do now, mate,
is drag this kindly old blade

across your cowardly old throat...
then peace.

It's the only way. I can't kill Lucy.

Well, hurry up, it's freezing here,
will ya? Isn't it, Kira?

Ping, ping!

Tristan...

[helicopter blades whirring]

[telephone rings]

Hello.

[man] He's alive.
He's in the hospital in Palm Desert.

The chopper you hired
found him in the park.

He's dehydrated and a little confused,
but he'll be fine.

OK, great. I'll get in my car now.

He's being airlifted
to Cedars in the morning.

Get some rest. He's OK.

Thank you.

- [phone rings]
- Yes?

Hi, it's Tina. Did I wake you?

No, Tina, I'm not sleeping.

Um, honey, listen, do you remember
that Jay Kim from the Times?

He called and he wants me to comment
on this rumor that's going around

that... that I'm going to be
taking over at Dirt Now.

[laughs] I can't wait
to hear what you said.

Well, I said, I love the magazine,
but that, you know, severed heads

and sex issues,
it's just not my wheelhouse.

I leave the dirt up
to my old friend Lucy.

Your "old friend"?

Yeah, you know what, can we just please
clear the air and just, you know,

get rid of all these bullshit rumors
and just, you know...

Let's just have lunch. Could
we have lunch tomorrow at The lvy?

The lvy? That's a nice scene-setter
for the Times.

You want to have lunch,
let's do it at my office.

- 1:00 tomorrow.
- Great! I'll pick it up.

I'll have it catered.

OK. Fantastic.
Oh, remember, I only like veggies.

I don't eat anything with a face.

- Since when?
- I'm really excited.

Good. Ooh, I can't wait to see
that famous vault.

- Yeah. OK, bye.
- Goodbye, Lucy.

Hi, Don.

Lucy?

- You're all right.
- Yes.

Yes, sweetie, I'm right here.

I'm right here.
The doctor says you're gonna be fine.

- I didn't kill you.
- No, baby, you didn't kill me.

Don, it's OK, it's OK.

It's OK...

I'm so glad you're all right.

- Lucy?
- Mm-hmm?

Do you need something?

Um...

I'm gonna start...

...start taking my monthly injections
so I'm never off my meds ever again.

That's great news, Don.

And I'm gonna sign over
my medical power of attorney to you.

Why don't we talk
when you're better?

I can't trust myself
when I'm really sick...

...but I trust you.

Promise me you'll do
whatever you have to do,

even if that means
putting me somewhere.

Don, no one is ever
gonna put you anywhere.

Just promise me.

OK.

I promise you.

Thank you, Lucy.

You get some rest.

Yeah, you, um,
call me if you need me, right?

Of course.

"I'm so sorry
that I wasn't there for you."

I said, "Did you have
a nice little funeral in the backyard?"

She goes, "Mom, it's a pigeon.
I threw it in the trash."

- She reminds me of you.
- Get her a therapist.

I already have. Lucy, you've gotta
get a kid. You'd be such a good mom.

That's a whole new twist
on sucking your fingers.

You can play that tough girl,
but I know you.

I also know you, so let's put away
these baby pictures.

What were you doing in Brent's office?

Oh, God, Lucy. Honey, if I was
actually vying for your job,

do you think that I would just
walk into the offices of Dirt Now

- and meet with your publisher?
- I don't know, Tina, would you?

Wow. Wow, you really
just don't trust anybody, do you?

But you do have to trust somebody,
sweetie. This is no way to live.

- You don't deserve to be alone.
- Who says I'm alone?

OK! I don't know.
Great! Who is he?

Or, you know, or who is she?

- Oh, God.
- What? [laughs]

What happened between you and l
was a one-time thing.

Yeah, OK, it was actually four,
but who's counting?

Please, come on, who's the hero?
Let me know. Do I know him?

- Do I know him?
- No comment.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Is he famous?

Married? Married and famous?

Lucy!

[laughs] Doesn't matter,
I don't care.

I don't care.
I'm just glad that you're happy.

- I'm really glad that we did this.
- I am too, this was nice.

Honey, I'm serious, I don't want
any more bad blood between us.

Not until the music stops
and you make a run for my chair.

Honey, life is not a battle.

You have got
to stop looking for the enemy.

You're gonna get what you ask for.

Really? Wow, because when I was eight,
I asked for a pony.

- Sorry.
- [Lucy giggles]

I'll tell ya this,
you got a really big heart.

- Thank you.
- I wish you'd let it show a bit more.

I really do,
and I'm telling you, I promise,

I am not... I am not after your job.

OK, well, I'll believe it
when I see it.

Well, I'd put it in writing if I thought
that would make a difference.

But, I know that that won't, so...

Thank you for lunch.

- [Lucy laughs]
- Mm!

Hey.

You can't just go to Vanity Fair.
It doesn't work like that.

You gotta be kidding me.

Lucy, it's a profile.
There's no scandal attached to it.

OK, well, let me do your profile.

- On the cover?
- Yeah.

Life after Julia, your newfound fame,

your childhood... I don't...

Our readers want more
than just nanny blow-job stories.

Why don't you talk to Steven,

because he's handling
all my publicity now, all right?

Wait.

- Are you having hurt feelings?
- Why would I be having hurt feelings?

Because maybe you thought I wanted
to see you for another reason.

Well, did you?

Did you?

I actually did call
just for the article.

Your publicist won't talk to Dirt Now.

So you didn't call me,
you had me meet you.

[laughs]

Nice try, Lucy. It's OK, you know.

- What?
- That you want me.

You think the whole world revolves
around you and your glorious cock.

You're such a goddamn narcissist.

Yeah, what does that make you?
Narcissist lover?

- Do you think I love you, Holt?
- Well, do you?

Because I think I might have, uh...

- I might have fallen in...
- Goddamn it, you were followed.

- Oh, shit.
- Put your seat belt on.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Given our situations, we're a story.

- Yeah, how do you figure?
- I'd run it.

- Start with the Fincher premiere.
- Whoa, easy!

- We're gonna get cozy and personal.
- What?

Your cover story. I'm multi-tasking.

Shit!

Oh, God.

God, that guy really wants the shot.

Whoa! Holy shit, Lucy.
It's not like they have guns!

Yeah, it's worse, he has cameras.

OK, hold on.

- OK, get out.
- What?

I'll call you later.

How am I supposed to get back to my car?

You're a movie star with your
very own cell phone, figure it out.

Come here.

[cell phone rings]

- What?
- We have your stalker.

- Where?
- Your house.

Oh, my God. OK,
arrest him and get him out of there!

It's more complicated.
You need to get over here.

Why? Who is it? Gareth?

Shit.

OK, tell me who it is.

I'm sorry, Lucy.

Don't tell me that it's Don,
because I can't take it.

It's not him.

We found the images
he sent you on his computer.

No. Leo?

It was me, Lucy.

[sobbing] Don't arrest him.
Just get him away from me.

- Lucy...
- What on earth

could you possibly
have to say to me?

After what happened with Jack Dawson,
I was so hurt and so angry.

I couldn't get you to see what you were
doing to people, to me, to yourself.

I wanted you to feel the same terror
and helplessness as your victims.

My victims? Oh, Jesus, Leo!

I'm sorry, Lucy. It went too far.

You think?

You think maybe it went
just a little too far?

You think maybe you're just projecting
a little bit of your anger about Dad?

Or at your pathetic family?

Or your own life?
Or your sexual indecision?

Of your endless quests
for God or peace?!

You're a goddamn idiot!

You terrorized the one person
who loves you unconditionally

because you're uncomfortable
with her career.

Way to go!

Before I walked out,

I was standing on a chair
in my living room

with a noose around my neck.
I was ready, Lucy.

I was gonna be just like him.

No note, no explanation,

no real attachments.

So the best that I could do
was to try to reach out to my sister,

to try to put a dent in her perfect
system of justification and denial.

I was trying to reach you
because I love you.

And I can't just sit by
and watch you slip away like he did.

I'm sorry, Lucy.

- Lucy!
- What?

I did it for you.

[Willa] The pharmacist
has you on speed dial.

[woman] When you're a celebrity,
whack jobs get your number.

[Willa] Oh, I'll say.

But I got his phone records,
and you and this whack job go way back.

42 phone calls from November 1 2th
to the 20th,

the longest being 35 minutes.

And then there's the question of the
credit cards to pay for the drugs.

You got your story.
What do you need me for?

Oh, I wouldn't want to be responsible

for taking down
your dazzlingly mediocre show.

- Is that right?
- It could be.

- What does Lucy get out of the deal?
- Lucy gets nothing.

Willa takes this little tidbit,

and puts it in her own personal vault
and owns you.

Your first of many favors is exclusive
access to the Lexus Falk family.

- I don't know if I can deliver that.
- You can and you will.

Any gossip in the fashion world,
any supermodel bullshit,

- any anything comes to me.
- Your mother must be proud.

Yours too,
what with the drug deaths and all.

Lucy, we have the family
in the model story.

- [Lucy] I thought it was a shutout.
- I guess we got lucky.

Nice work, McPherson. Lock it up.

[cell phone rings]

Honey, I promise,
I'm leaving in five minutes.

Tina, it's Lucy.

Oh, hi, I thought you were
my other half.

- What's up?
- I see you signed your contract.

That's right! Tina is off the market.
But hey, I gotta tell you, that rumor...

Nicely played.
I just wanted to wish you well.

Aw, right back at you, sweetie.
Hey, listen, let's keep in touch, OK?

Come over for dinner,
see the baby?

- Again with the baby?
- [chuckles]

No, I'd like that.

OK, great. All right, honey,
I gotta run, though, OK?

- You take care of yourself.
- You too. Bye.

OK, bye-bye.
I'm so sorry about that.

Do you want something to drink,
like a water or soda?

- You can't have wine?
- Um, right.

All right, well, let's get
one thing straight. You're my hero.

You really are. And I mean that.

What you have been through since
Kira's death, I just can't imagine.

Um, you said on the phone
you might be able to do an article?

Oh yeah, yeah.

You mean, to repair the damage
of the sex tape? All that?

You were just trying keep
your career afloat.

That Lucy Spiller.
She had no right.

No right.

Oh, baby!

No, no, no, no, come on.
You know what?

You just got caught
in Lucy's celebrity dollhouse.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Your boyfriend was her source.
None of the press is your fault.

So please, just know that.
You really have to know that.

- Wait, her source? Holt?
- Oh, I know.

No, I know him.
He would never be a source.

OK.

Wow, you know what, I really, uh...

Oh, I really did not want
to have to show you this.

But I think it's better
that you see it now,

you know, from me, than, um...

He was more than her source.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

- [muffled shouting]
- You ready?

It's intense out there.

All right.

[crowd shouting]

[acoustic rock plays]

- [answering machine beeps]
- Lumina, Lucy Spiller.

Tell my brother that
I'm putting his shit in the driveway

and if it's not gone by morning,
I'm giving it to the gardeners.

Hi, Lucy.

Julia, what are you doing here?

[sighs] You ruined my life.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking about
that article you wrote.

It was actually pretty good.

But I have some cuts.

[glass shatters, struggling]

[groans]

- [door opens]
- [footsteps]

[buzzing]

Hello?

Don.

I need you to get
to my house right away.

Don't call 91 1
until after you get the pictures.

OK.

[Don panting] Lucy!

Oh, sh...

[grunts]

It's OK, Lucy, help is on its way.

You're gonna be OK.

I didn't do this!

It was the forces.
I didn't do this!

I didn't do this!

[siren wailing]

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

[sirens approaching]

[sirens approaching]