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Miles calling again.

- Come on.

Keys to the guesthouse.

Night.

- It's always warm.

Short sleeves in December.

And we can have a lemon tree in our backyard.

- Promise?

- Promise.

- When, Mama?

- Soon.

- Hope you don't mind.

I ordered groceries and made breakfast.

Mole chilaquiles. You like?

- Love.

- Prosecco?

- No.

Actually...

- Miles has been calling nonstop.

- Of course he has. He's terrified.

First time we went grocery shopping together,

I asked him to grab olive oil.

He picked the most expensive bottle.

$38.

I should've run then.

I grew up poor. I hate wasting money.

- My mom and I never met a coupon we didn't like.

- What do your parents do?

- I never met my dad.

- Same.

Your mom?

- My mom's an artist.

- Mine was an alcoholic.

I was a big distraction in her life.

- Do you still see her?

- Haven't seen her in 20 years.

You have a boyfriend?

No.

Are you and Marty...?

He listens to Pearl Jam

and doesn't know who Clifford Odets is.

Not my vibe.

Travis told me...

You and Redmond...

back in the day.

Not willingly.

But it's a million years ago, so...

- Did you ever tell anyone?

- Back then, we didn't talk about things like this.

- He's still manipulating you, calling the shots.

- It is what it is, Lou.

And you better tell Travis

to mind his own fucking business.

Understood? - Yeah.

- I don't feel like working today.

I'd kill for a joint right now.

- I have something better.

- Come on.

- Javier Bardem meets Joe Jonas.

- Body of Chris Hemsworth, face of Danny Trejo.

Let me see.

Oh, my God.

I am so glad I'm not young anymore.

- Dating apps are like Postmates for sexual fantasies.

You can order whatever you want.

You deserve so much better.

- I'm not so easy to live with, myself.

An acquired taste, my mother used to say.

- So what would you order?

- Huh?

Nothing. - Tell me.

- I don't have fantasies anymore.

I'm too old. - Bullshit.

Come on.

- What's something you've never done you wish you had?

- I don't know.

Uh...

Watch another couple have sex maybe.

You?

- Let someone watch me have sex.

- Let us watch you.

Over there.

- Lou, I need to see you in my office.

This weekend...

what happened...

I was upset.

- I'm sorry, did something happen?

- You said you were always fine with me stepping out...

- It's a judgment thing, Miles, and it's just

so unbelievably disrespectful during this delicate time.

- You know what? It's fucking hard.

It's hard living in your shadow.

- Oh, please, don't play the victim!

It's a massive turnoff. - You don't think this

pregnancy and miscarriage thing has taken a toll on me, too?

It's not just about you.

- I know it's been a horrific three years,

which is why we're turning to alternative methods.

- Yeah, with complete fucking strangers.

I'm not doing that. I told you I'd rather adopt.

- I'm not adopting.

Pick one.

- No, I'm not fucking picking one!

Okay? It's fucking crazy.

It's my sperm, mine.

None of this, none of this is yours!

You can't have a fucking kid.

Oh, fuck.

- Take a look around, Miles.

Take a look at your life, because all of this is mine,

and I choose to share it with you.

- You were fucking nothing when I met you.

- And now I'm everything!

So don't push me.

I might decide that I don't like sharing anymore.

Coverage on "Islands of Stone"?

- It's a 388-page book. - She wants it by noon.

Did you confirm her lunch today?

- Did you?

Oh, fuck me, I'm out of Prep.

- What's that?

Gay thing.

- I'm headed down to set. Lou, come with me.

Update my software, walk Wesley,

and go get me a GoMacro bar, please.

- Sometimes being here feels like I'm in a dream.

All the people that have passed through here...

Mary Pickford, Judy Garland,

Katharine Hepburn.

- I used to feel that way.

- You don't anymore?

- As a woman here,

you start to feel like you're supporting a system

that doesn't want to support you.

It's hard to get back to the magic

and promise of it all.

- Does the magic of Hollywood even still exist?

- You should get out before it fucks you up.

- Looking good.

"Good"? That's all I get?

Good?

- Joyce...

he's here.

I've got some contracts for Mr. Goya.

- I think it's incredible...

the performances, the way you're shooting it.

I'm a total nobody around here, but I'm blown away.

- Cute shoes. - CELINE.

- Yeah.

I kind of miss the braids and thrift-store shit.

- Let's go.

- This is a classic romance.

Red states don't want to see

some Black guy kissing a white girl.

- I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that.

- What were you thinking, Joyce?

In this political climate, it's just way too polarizing.

We're gonna have to recast. - That's dinosaur thinking.

- Well, I'm T.-fucking-rex.

- Redmond, please just... - It's not your fucking movie!

It's my fucking movie,

and I don't want to see some Black fucking day player

making out with my white female lead,

and the other half of this country

doesn't want to see it either!

Get me a new cast list.

Otherwise, I will shut this thing down so fast,

you won't know what hit you.

- Get these refilled for Wesley at Larchmont Animal Hospital,

then bring them back to me.

- No boyfriend...

no friends...

no social media.

Within months of you showing up,

Alex just falls off the wagon and ODs,

after being sober for years.

- The implication being I got rid of him

so I could get his crummy assistant job

working for a woman who's a notorious nightmare?

Pretty thin.

And if I really was that duplicitous

and needed one of you gone,

wouldn't it have been you at the bottom of the pool?

And yet...

here you stand before me.

- You replace the dead kid?

- Not technically.

Just helping out.

- Oh, you're a girl.

She never hires girls.

You'd fuck him, right?

- Um...

well, I guess so.

But... - But what?

- Something's been circulated between the assistants

I think you should hear, sir.

- Red states don't want to see

some Black guy kissing a white girl.

What were you thinking, Joyce?

In this political climate, it's just way too polarizing.

We're gonna have to recast.

Who taped that?

It's not your fucking movie!

- I have no idea. - Bullshit!

Who sent it?

- Legal's trying to track where it originated from.

But what if this lands in the media's laps,

especially now...

given the political climate?

- Are you trying to blackmail me, little girl?

- You're hurting me.

- Well, toughen the fuck up.

- He had a change of heart. We're not recasting.

Where have you been all my life?

- Happy to help.

- Let Meredith know.

- Copy.

- Time for bed, my sweet boy.

Wesley.

Time for bed.

Baby.

Miles!

- I am so sorry. - Stop apologizing.

- I don't know how my medication

got mixed up with Wesley's.

- You almost killed my dog.

- Joyce, please... - Get out.

- Joyce. - You're fired.

Get out! - Joyce!

Get out. Out!

- I'm gonna take you down, bitch.

Mark my words, you filthy little cunt.

- I'm sorry things didn't work out.

I wish you all the best.