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- Cookies and cream?

Hell, yes.

- When was your birthday? - This June.

Sometime in June.

- Sometime in June? - Yeah.

We don't know each other that well yet.

- You're absolutely a Gemini, I think.

- That's... that is correct. - I, uh...

Mmm.

Thank you.

- I mean, it's the least I could do.

- Right? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- You're earning your stripes.

- You crushed that. - Mm, mm-hmm.

Almost done.

Mm.

Your teeth... are your teeth sensitive to cold?

- Sometimes. - Yeah?

- Yeah, it depends.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I feel weird, really weird.

- Probably just dehydrated from the antibiotics.

You're okay. Oh, oh.

Hello?

You're good.

- No. - What's wrong?

- I think you're really, really pretty.

- Ditto.

Grab my hand.

Grab my hand!

- What are you looking at?

- Damn.

She's cute as shit, man.

She's single?

- You don't want her.

- What is this, like a life right situation?

- Sure.

- Meaning?

- Meaning Joyce just wants to know everything there is

to know about this girl.

- Tallulah Simms.

How much you want to bet that ain't her real name?

- What do you mean stand in? That girl is a woman.

Hey, hey!

- Why's your hand all sweaty, Mama?

- Shh, this is the best part.

Come in.

- I don't know if this is appropriate.

I know you've been exploring egg donors.

It might be an easier decision if you knew the person.

Sorry, that was... that was weird.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I just know how much you've been through.

I would do that for you.

- I'm not really sure what I want to do.

Chef maybe...

or high-end tattoo artist.

- My favorite food was In-N-Out,

but I don't eat meat anymore... I'm trying not to.

I ate it, like, three months ago,

but I'm really trying not to do it anymore.

I also like "The Catcher in the Rye."

- I like to collect things...

Shells...

um, bracelets.

- You can't have a fucking kid.

- Lou...

I've been thinking about your offer.

- Predictions are we'll have the number-one movie

this week, putting us on track

to make this our best year in over a decade.

- And that's not including "Chronicles,"

which is testing through the roof.

- Ideally, we'd like to start reshoots

on the 21st in order to make...

- Pages? - Good, not great.

I have a set of notes. I just need you to sign off.

- I trust you. Just send them.

That's all for now.

- That was impressive.

- I miss you.

We should grab drinks.

- How is she anticipating getting Redmond

to sign off on those reshoots?

- We'll find a way.

- In what fucking universe

would I approve 5 million for reshoots?

- We have a chance to have critical

and commercial success.

- I could give two flying fucks for the critics.

- Redmond. - Not too short.

You always cut them too bloody short.

- Redmond. - Fuck!

Get it right the first time! That's what I pay you for.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - Not you, dear.

No, sorry. Her.

Pretty funny seeing a woman her age pregnant, huh?

You're huge for three months.

How much weight'd you put on?

Fuck!

I'm sorry. Just leave it.

- You need to relax.

The baby.

- Tell Meredith reshoots aren't happening.

- I can do that.

I could also kill him.

- Fall down a flight of stairs, drive off the road.

- It's too easy.

He needs a...

a violent end.

- Dismembered and fed down a garbage disposal?

You're a sick girl.

You should be working for Blumhouse.

- I like where I am.

You just need to relax.

You have a little bit of me inside you.

- I need a reservation for tonight at Republique for two.

- I thought you weren't doing dinners anymore.

- It's my 16th wedding anniversary, Lou.

My personal life is not

for you to judge or for me to justify.

- Of course.

- You blinked. - Sorry.

Oh, my God, you keep blinking.

- Sorry.

- Just don't blink.

Please, don't move.

- Let's take a break.

- I'm almost done.

- Joyce should've been the one to call me.

- She's running a billion-dollar corporation.

- Mm.

- Not to mention... she's pregnant.

She's just a little busy.

Says the intern from Colorado Springs.

She send you here to do something else?

Is there a room booked?

- Excuse me?

- Just because you stuck a throat lozenge up your pussy...

- Careful.

- Or what?

- You made an amazing film.

I'd hate for your unsavory past...

- You came on to me.

- I was a 22-year-old intern making minimum wage.

You're a world-renowned author

who just made a $150 million film.

I just want to take care of this for Joyce,

have you deliver the hit

I know you're capable of delivering.

Sound like a plan?

- You need to get Joyce and her little bitch in check.

The Amish art chick intern

is now overseeing my fucking movie?

- She's not overseeing the movie, Meredith... I am.

- You weren't the one going down on me in the bathroom

to get Joyce my fucking book.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh...

Joyce never told you?

What a fucking shit show!

- Jesus. I thought you forgot about me.

- Shit takes time, bro.

But I struck gold.

- April Mace?

- April?

- Little help!

- You can't hide inside yourself forever.

- Full-blown breakdown.

And then she shows up in Hollywood,

the Island of Misfit Toys.

She blends in perfect with all the other damaged goods.

And poor Southern April Mace reinvents herself.

Removes all traces of her old fucked-up identity...

Tallulah "Lou" Simms, and she ditches the accent.

She gets an internship here to target Joyce, her new mommy.

- I think you may have read "Hollywood Babylon"

too many times, mate.

- Fair enough.

But the real problem, Marty, is this.

I found Alex's phone. Nick hacked it.

Guess where April was the night Alex drowned.

- She was with me. - Not at 1:42 a.m.

She also bought drugs

the day before,

the same shit they found in Alex's body.

Should I keep going?

I've already shared all this with the cops, so...

- You called the fucking police?

- I kind of did.

- That feel good?

- I'll give you 100 bucks for ten more minutes.

- Wow, 100 bucks. You think I'm that cheap?

- You give me 125, and I'll do it.

What?

- Awful.

- Why are you so happy?

I don't know.

Bizarre, right?

Second trimester hormones maybe?

- You know, maybe it's because you finally have it all.

- Hmm? - You got the job.

You got the baby.

And you got the super-fucking-hot husband.

Super fucking hot.

Ugh.

- Don't, don't.

Come on. - Keep rubbing.

I'll drop down to 75.

Better be important.

- You sitting down?

- Excuse me, ma'am. Excuse me.

- Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry to bother you.

Detective Witter from the LAPD.

We need to speak to Lou Simms,

also goes by the name April Mace.

- Uh, April Mace? - Have you seen this woman?

- Uh, yes. She lives here.

What unit?

- I've changed all your passcodes and contact info.

Her keycard's been deactivated.

Everyone's on alert.

- She's just a kid. There's no way.

- We need to distance ourselves from this, from her.

- It's not possible.

- Joyce, she's a murder suspect.

She murdered Alex... premeditation.

Evidence is concrete.

- Miss Mace?

It's Detective Witter from the LAPD.

- The cops are gonna want to sit down and speak with us.

This whole thing is gonna fucking blow up.

- No, it's not.

She's just a nobody who maybe killed another nobody.

Keep your head in the game.

- Did you ever meet the girl that worked for me... Lou Simms?

Wanted for murder

- Do you have any comment

on Lou Simms being implicated in the death

of your old assistant Alex Butler?

- She was an intern. Fountain employs hundreds.

I didn't know her well.

I didn't know her.

I didn't know her.