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- Oh, good morning, George.

I've never seen you looking better.

- Wait till I turn around.

How do I look now? - Well...

you look better than you looked before.

- Well, I'm surprised, because before you really saw

my best side.

- Oh.

- Hasn't the boss a great sense of humor?

- Just the greatest.

- Very funny, Ronnie.

- George, look at how wonderful you look.

- Holy shit.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- I'm being framed by the same person

who blackmailed you...

Joyce's old assistant.

- How did you get in here?

- He's planning to release footage to Deadline

of Joyce saying you raped her.

- Get the fuck out of my house.

- Please.

He's trying to destroy you...

destroy the studio.

- You know how many times little twats like him

have tried to destroy me?

My lawyer's will crush him.

- I need you to protect me.

Tell Joyce I didn't do anything wrong.

- Why would I do that?

- Maybe I could do something for you.

- Oh, God.

You and Joyce...

the two of you are cut from the same cloth.

Fucking me was how she came to be.

- You raped her. - She raped me.

- You're disgusting!

Don't talk about her like that.

- I can't be all that disgusting.

You just offered to suck my cock.

So suck it...

and get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.

What do you think you're going to do with that, little girl?

- And you might give me a substantial...

- You have any idea?

- You were fucking her.

What do you think? - Hey.

I never touched her.

- Just need to get through this next week,

handle the media onslaught.

- I'll take care of it.

- Can you tell when was the last time you saw her?

- Yesterday at the office.

- You obviously stand to gain a lot

from Mr. Isaacson's death.

You ever talk with her about that?

- Absolutely not.

- What was her relationship with Mr. Isaacson?

- I have no idea.

- An assistant going the extra mile?

- We ask a lot of our staff here.

Murder's not on the list.

- Were you two close?

- From what I understand, the girl had emotional issues

predating her time at Fountain.

- We're gonna need access to your staff.

- Of course.

How far along are you?

- Almost six months. You?

- Three and a half.

- You didn't answer my question.

- I'm sorry?

- Were you and Ms. Simms close?

- Promise?

- Beachcomber found it.

He likes to go out after a storm, see what washes ashore.

- What about the girl?

- Ah, nothing yet.

With those tides,

her body is probably halfway to Mexico.

- You think she's dead?

- You know how many drownings we have out here?

And that's on sunny, calm days.

She would've been fucking nuts

to go out in that storm last night.

- She's killed two people.

I think we've established that.

- The search continues for 22-year-old Lou Simms,

suspected of murdering Fountain Picture's

Redmond Isaacson.

both: Presumed dead,

Simms also goes by the name April Mace.

- Isaacson was brutally murdered

in his Holmby Hills estate in April.

- The suspect is considered armed and dangerous.

- I texted Emilie to get us options for the premiere

Thursday night.

What do you want to wear?

- You choose.

I want to fuck tonight.

- You think that's funny?

- I think that's cute.

- I wasn't going for cute.

- Really?

- Really. - Mm.

- I see you.

- Hey, what's up?

- Print looks great. Meredith's really happy.

that's a first.

- You nervous?

- Never.

Hey, Marty.

Thank you...

for standing by me all these years.

I really appreciate your loyalty.

- Yeah, of course. I'll see you soon.

- All right, see you later.

Ready?

- Ready.

- Hello, everybody. This is Mrs. Norman Maine.

- Is that her?

That should be you down there.

Hey.

- Hi. You want to go outside?

Huh? Good boy, come here.

Somebody's got to go pee. I'll be right back, baby.

- Okay, honey.

- You look so beautiful pregnant.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, I had to be there tonight.

The movie...

it was everything we hoped it'd be.

- How'd you get into my house? - Oh, I've been here before.

Miles wasn't very discreet about the hidden key.

Don't worry. I wouldn't let him touch me.

I may be the only girl in town with that distinction.

Sit, sit, sit.

You shouldn't be standing in your condition.

- Please, please. Okay.

What do you want from me, Lou?

- I guess I'm confused.

I need clarity.

I did everything for you.

Hooked up with Meredith so you could get your books,

gave you the only thing you wanted more than anything,

eliminated the man who raped you...

the only one left who could take it all away.

And you repay me by getting rid of me?

Walking around with that piece of shit on your arm

at our movie premiere? - Listen to me.

- Saying in the press

that you didn't know me?

Didn't...

know me?

- Listen to me. - I did everything...

for you.

Speak of the devil.

Oh, hey, little man.

Hi, Miles.

- Did you let her in? - No.

- Get the fuck out of our house.

- Last time I was here you wanted me to come.

And I love how you say "our house"...

like your shitty art paid for any of this.

- Fuck you.

I'm calling the police.

- You really want the mother of your child

spending the rest of her life in jail?

I wonder if the baby will look more like me...

or Miles.

Let's hope for her sake, me. - Please tell me you didn't.

- When were you gonna tell him, Joyce?

- No, no, no, no, no. What the fuck, huh?

- I couldn't do it with a stranger.

- So you did it with her?

- Please, you wouldn't have been my first choice either.

- Are... are... are you stupid? Are you fucking insane?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Is that how you talk to someone you supposedly love?

- Oh, shut the fuck up. You know nothing about...

- About love?

I know about love.

- Lou, put the gun down. - I came here for her.

- Lou, put the gun down. - For us.

- Yeah, you think she fucking loves you?

- Put the gun down. - She doesn't care about you.

- Stop talking! - She doesn't care about me.

She doesn't fucking love you. - Stop talking.

- She used you. - Listen to me.

Stop! - That's what she did.

- Stop it! - She got exactly

what she wanted.

She has no use for either one of us anymore.

- Lou, listen to me.

He's not worth it.

Put the gun down.

- You masturbate with your right hand, yes?

Fuck!

Don't you fuck up her floors!

- It's over, you crazy bitch.

- It's over when I fucking say it's over!

- Lou!

- Miles.

Miles, baby. - I just wanted you to love me.

Everyone I love leaves me.

Don't leave me.

- I told you this place would destroy you

if you didn't get out.

Get out while you still can.

- We'll always be together.

- Why are you letting me go?

- Because I see you, April.

If you want a happy ending...

That depends, of course, on where you stop your story.

But maybe it's not about the happy ending.

Maybe it's just about the story.

There are stories of love inspiring success...

Over the most insurmountable of odds...

- We're gonna move to Hollywood one day.

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Empowering stories

where we live happily ever after

and love never dies.

This...

is not one of those stories.