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-Previously on "Get Shorty"...

-Yeah, I'm calling about a novel
you publish -- "Wylderness."

I'd like to know if
the film rights are available.

I'm a producer.

Take care.

-I tried for five years
to get this project financed.

April tells me you did it
in two days.

-Ah, well. Book sells itself.

-Emily, don't use that bathroom.

No.

-I'm pregnant. It's yours.

-You may kiss your bride.

-Mwah.

-Is that Rick?

-Our friend here
is working for the Feds.

-You want to be together?
That's what I want, too.

[ Door slams open ]
-FBI! On the ground!

-I got you something for you
from Amara.

-Oh, fuck. No, no, no.
No, no, no!

-Ticket to Guatemala.

-Miles was running
the operation.

He was violent towards me
personally.

-Someone very high up
wants to make an example of you.

-You're standing by the deal
that we made, right?

-No.

-Everybody who has seen
"Wylderness"

says that it is the shit.

And yeah,
maybe your name's not on it,

but at least now you know
that you can do this.

You've got a gift, brother.

[ Applause in distance ]

That's for you, man.

-I hear your brother
has a trucking company.

Maybe I could get him
a contract.

You now what I love most
about you, Laurence?

You've got balls.
-[ Screams ]

-I think there's gonna be a lot

you're gonna be able to do
for me.

-[ Screaming ]

♪♪

♪♪

-In my mind,
I got this image of Amara.

So much love in her eyes.

We're in the jungle,
in a shack with a leaky roof,

but happier than
we've ever been.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

That's the memory
I come back to...

ever since she died.

[ Engine revs, car horn honks ]

Did I have doubts
on the flight out?

Yes, I did.

Flying all the way to maybe
get a bullet in my head...

Plus it was first-class,

and -- and my seat
didn't fully recline.

These -- these airlines,
all about cutting costs.

-Mister! Mister!
-No. No, grac--

No, gracias.
Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, watch.

I had instructions on what to do
when I landed.

Next part was not first-class.

Big fuckin' mosquitos.

Humidity, hair gel in my eyes...

No idea where I was.

[ Rooster crows ]

[ Dogs barking ]

Um, Amara -- She told you
to bring me here?

¿Que es Amara?

[ Music plays indistinctly
from car ]

What's going on?

♪♪

[ Music stops ]

-Ricky, you came.

-Hey, honey.

You look, uh...

wow.

-Oh, mi amor,

you don't do nothing
and you go to prison.

-Mm.

-Lo siento.

-It was a life experience.

-You're very brave.

So, how about this?

Do you like Matasano?

-It's -- [ Laughs ]

Can't believe I'm here.
-Aww, you're gonna love it.

There's Alvaro, Andrés, Rafael,
Franco, León, and Oliver.

-Hey, guys.

Thanks for having me.

-You wanna see
where you're living?

-Okay.

-[ Laughs ]

[ Insects, birds chirping ]

-This is like a-a eco-resort.

Those places are
all the rage now.

-Eco...?

-Yeah, like a high-end hotel

that lets you
get close to nature.

But this is the real deal.
-[ Laughs ]

-I mean, look at this mango,
holy shit...

-Mm. Mm.

-[ Laughs ]

-Ricky, [Sniffs]
I can't go back to the U.S.

-I get it.

You made Ten Most Wanted.

I mean,
that's a pretty big deal.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

-You and me
were gonna get married.

But maybe you change your mind?

-Why would I?

-Last time we're together,
in Palm Springs.

You tell me I'm not nice
to other people.

-I said that?

-Right before the Feds come in.

Remember?

-I...I guess, yeah.

I guess.

-Who I don't treat nice?

-That's just a feeling I get.

You can be hard on people.

-Maybe some people
don't deserve nice.

Bad people.

Not like you.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

-I still want to marry you.

-Really?

-Yes.

[ Glass clatters]

[Rustling]

-I got the ring.

[ Laughs ]

-There it is.
-[ Chuckling ]

-Look,

if you want to live here
or somewhere else,

I don't care.

I just want to be with you.

It was the right call,
flying to Guatemala.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

After everything we've been
through together...

the animal attraction...

But something that good
can only last so long.

-Rick.

That story is crazy.

-Yeah, you're telling me.

-Uh, well, what happened next?

-Pamela.

-[ Stammers ] Hold on.

Giustino? You say something?

-I call and you don't answer.

-Got to hold the button down
all the way,

or I don't hear you.

-Isn't it time for meds?

-Not for two hours, okay?

You think about making this
into a movie?

-Oh, I don't know.

I mean, the memories --
They're too painful.

-I'm sorry.

-Although Amara would have loved
a movie about her.

Are you kidding me?

You get Jennifer Lopez
to play her.

And for me...

Well, she loved John Stamos.

-Can I hear the rest?

Unless it's too upsetting.

-Okay, but,
uh, I gotta warn you.

It takes a dark turn.

♪♪

♪♪

-Clark?

-Morning, sir. Just an update.

-Uh-huh.

-Learned this morning
that Miles Daly

was released from
Porterville Penitentiary.

We don't think
there's cause for alarm.

-You learned this morning.

-They let him out early,
didn't give us a heads-up.

But I spoke directly with
his parole officer.

He said Daly's checked into
a halfway house in Inglewood.

So no immediate danger.

-Nice way to start the day.

♪♪

♪♪

-Gnarly breaks!

Did you see that last run?

Almost made it to my feet.

-Your phone was ringing.

-Yes, thank you.
-Get a tracking number.

-Left word.
-Her reps are avoiding me.

If we don't hear back
by the end of the day --

-Quinn & Tonic Productions.

-Hey, it's me.
-It's just Louis.

Hey, baby.

-Miles is out.

-Really?

That is great.

Hey, Miles is out of prison.

-What? When?

-When he was released?
-Today I guess?

He left a message that
he's at a halfway house.

I should go see him.

-Reyna can only work until 3:00.

-So I'll take Wyatt.

-To a halfway house?

Wait.
And why am I hearing the ocean?

You're at the beach.

-I had some free time before
my call with Oumou's agents.

-Well, what time's the call?

-4:00 p.m. Tomorrow.

-Can you just put my boy
on the phone?

I wanna hear his voice.

-Hey, buddy.
You want to talk to Mommy?

Talk to Mommy.

[ Wyatt babbles ]
-Hey.

-Hey, honey.

-42 minutes from Venice --
new personal best.

-That's amazing.

-Hey, Gladys.
-Hey, Judah.

-You have a change of clothes
for lunch?

-This won't do?

-At Mozza?

So funny. [ Scoffs ]

-Did you know
that he got parole?

-Why would I know?

-Who got parole?
-Ex co-worker.

Hey, you should change, okay,
'cause we have reservations.

-Oh, yeah.

-I thought that
Miles called you.

-A month ago,

he wanted a character reference
for the parole board.

I wrote a fantastic letter,
never heard back.

Not even a thank you,
but it's just as well.

-Why?
-Why?

My last two films were made with
laundered cash.

I probably shouldn't
hang around with felons.

I don't mean Louis.

Anyway, I'm glad
Miles is a free man...

and I wish him the best.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Music stops ]
-Yo.

-[ Exhales sharply ]

-Hey, Gandhi.

The fuck are you doing?

-Focusing.

Though it's not going
as well as I'd hoped.

-What's that?
-Magazine clipping.

Oh, you mean these.

Quartz helps clear the mind.

Carnelian inspires creativity --

-Oh, yeah?

They worth anything?

-What's your name?

-Track.

-Track.

Well, Track, I'm new here,
maybe you can tell me.

Are you gonna be
a fuckin' headache?

[ Footsteps approach ]
-Daly.

Your daughter's downstairs.

-Cheers.

[ Buzzing in distance ]

[ Crystals clattering ]

♪♪

-So, you got a daughter, huh?

♪♪

[ Lock latches ]

-You changed your hair.

-Me and Coco both
got our haircut together.

-Hmm. Yeah.

-You're not into it.

-I am.
I'm just not used to it yet.

[ Telephone rings in distance ]

-Coco a new friend?

-Old friend.

Well, I mean, for a while.

-I'm out of the loop.

At least now I'll be able to
meet everybody.

-Do you want to see
a picture of her?

-Sure.

Can I help you with something?

Here?

-Uh, yeah, she's on the left.

-Ah.

She looks older.

-She's 16.

-She is older.

Are you hanging out with
the older kids these days?

-Dad -- Okay, don't flip through
my photos, please.

-Hold on. This guy with his arm
around your neck.

Is that a boyfriend?
-Dad, can I have my phone back?

-What's his name?
-Dad.

I know we're making up for
lost time, but...

I'm really excited you're back.

I'm -- I'm just nervous.

-Hey, if it feels weird,

us talking without
a glass wall between us,

I can have them bring one in.

-That's very considerate.

-Oh, did I tell you
I've been practicing meditation?

-You mentioned it.

-It's what they call
"mindfulness."

Being more aware of
your feelings, less reactive.

Turn around, or I'll rip your
eyes out of your fuckin' head.

-Dad --
-I'm just saying I have a plan.

To dig myself out of this hole

so you won't be embarrassed
by your dad.

-I'm not embarrassed.

I'm not.

-I realize I've made some
promises that have gone to shit,

but this is a new chapter.

I'm gonna get a nice place

with a room where you can stay,
if you want.

I've actually got a job
interview right after this.

-Visitation's over.

Wind it up, please.

-I'll see you this weekend.

-Yes, you will.

-[ Laughs ]

I love you.

-Ah, I love you.

[ Grunts ]

[ Smooches ]

You and me, Shorty.

We're a team. Okay?

Uh, you know, I like it.

-It's not that bad.

-Hmm.

It'll grow out, won't it?

-Oh, God.

Well, they're desperate
to keep the release date.

So, you know, when I say
the script needs work...

-Morning.

-Hi.

-Uh, I have to, um...

I-I have a, uh...

Two years with killers
in a max-security prison,

I doubt he's less dangerous.

But you think there's no
"cause for alarm."

-When I said that --
-How the fuck did he get in?

-Drive-on from another company.
Once he's on the lot,

nothing stops him
from entering the lobby.

-Clearly you don't stop him.

-Do you want him
out of the building?

-Fuck.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Intercom beeps ]

Linda, will you please
ask Mr. Daly

if he'd like anything to drink
and then send him in.

-Will do.

-Thank you.

Gotta hear what he wants.

-Do you want me to stay?

-No, I want you to
leave me with the man who

put a severed penis
in my bathroom.

Ah, there he is. [ Laughs ]

Come on in. Long time, no see.

-25 months and 9 days.

Hello. I'm Miles.

-That's Clark, ignore him.

Have a seat.

-Would you believe
I never saw the poster.

We don't have ads on the inside.

I saw the film, though.

Thought you did
a magnificent job.

The pace, emotion.

-Thank you, thank you.

-Has that always been up there?

-Went up recently.

-Ah.

Is it abstract?

-I mean, uh, sure.

Well, here we are.

Uh, did you just stop by
to say hello?

-I was hoping for a favor.

-Ah. [ Chuckles ]

-It's hard for an ex-con
to get a gig in McDonald's,

let alone
in the entertainment industry.

I was hoping you might be able
to help me out with a job.

-Oh, well, certainly.

[ Stammers ]
You don't mean a job here?

-That is what I mean.
[ Chuckles ]

-If I seem surprised,
it's just that, uh,

[laughing] you and I have
had our -- our differences.

-You mean when you fired me
off "Wylderness."

And then later took my name
off the film.

-My, God,
I feel so badly about that.

But obviously,
you were incarcerated.

No way to fulfill your duties --

-You did the right thing,
no question.

[ Sighs ] Okay, okay.

-'Course, I didn't feel that way
at the time.

[ Laughs ]

I was dreaming of all sorts of
ways to get even.

There were real beauties
in there.

Can I take one?

-What?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

So you no longer want to
"get even"?

What changed your mind?

-Well, the guys in prison
tell a lot of stories.

You know, stories of love,
power, and heartbreak.

Stories of lives gone to shit,

and it got me asking
what's my story?

Is it a tragedy?

Or is it
an unlikely success story?

"Man finds himself locked up
with the dregs of society,

but in the midst
of that despair,

he has a vision for
a-a true purpose.

Only no one will
give him a chance.

And along comes this powerful,
charismatic producer-type

who wrote his own success story.

And in our man,
he sees a bit of himself."

-Oh, does he?

-"So, he helps him out
just a little push.

And wouldja believe it --

our man rides a fuckin' rainbow
to a better life.

-[ Laughing ] Okay.
Oh, that's good.

Um, well,
I-I'd love to help you --

-Beautiful.

-Only, uh, I have no slot
for a producer.

And we're not hiring anyone
outside of --

you know, assistants
[smacks lips] so --

-Ah.
Otherwise you'd help.

-Well, I mean, of course.

-Okay, then I'll take it.

-You'll take what?

-I'll be an assistant.

It's a deal.

-No, no.
Y-Y-You don't want to...

You'd be getting lunch
for people,

answering phones
for a random exec --

-I do want this.

-Miles, I don't --

-Thank you. It's an honor.

And it goes without saying

that anything that transpired
between you and I in the past

is water under the bridge.

Thank you. Truly.

-Um...

Well, okay. Uh...great.

-You won't regret it.

-[ Laughs ]
-There's some paperwork

I'll need to fill out
at the halfway house.

But if it works with you guys,
I can start work tomorrow.

See ya around, Clark.

♪♪

-Rick's log, September 12th...

Notes for a possible screenplay.

No title yet.

Okay, so, uh, July of last year,
I got to the village.

Even though my Spanish sucked,

they were the friendliest people
I ever met.

[ Birds chirping ]

It took me a while to realize
they were working for Amara.

All of 'em, making coca paste
into cocaine

and --
and shipping it somewhere.

♪♪

She even had kids on the road
watching for Federalés.

-[ Laughs ]

-We were getting ready
for our wedding.

Amara was so excited,
she was like a little girl.

♪♪

One thing I found
really moving...

[ Cheering ]

was when the local guys
threw me a bachelor party.

-[ Speaks Spanish ]

[ Cheering ]

-There was a language barrier...

[ Cheering ]

but I could feel the love.

When Rick Moreweather
was growing up in Queens?

I promise you,
no one saw this coming.

♪♪

Yeah, so maybe
it wasn't perfect.

I still thought, "This is where
I'll live the rest of my life."

And if it was up to me?

I would have.

[ Metal detector beeps ]

-Lu Lu.

-Uh, excuse me, sir?

This guy looks
a little shifty to me,

maybe he should
go through again.

-I think you need to
strip-search this gentleman

and the kid.

Look at this child's eyes,
fuckin' devious.

Hello.
-Hey, buddy.

-Great to see you, man.

-Before you lovers get a room?

-This gentleman is requesting
a cup of my urine.

-Oh. Well, he's got
a wet diaper,

if you want some of that.

Oumou is getting big movies,
huge movies.

The offers just come in.
-Mm.

You're his only manager?

-He's got an agent and lawyers,

and they handle
the contract stuff.

-So what is it that you do?

-That's the beauty of it,
I do nothing.

-[ Laughs ]

-I lost my cellphone for
five days -- didn't matter.

Most days I go surfing.

-You actually surf?
-Yeah.

I mean, not standing up.

-Isn't that what surfing is?
Standing up?

-Well, there's different styles.

You want -- You want to go play?

[ Footsteps departing ]
Yeah, go play.

-Aww, Lu,
he looks just like you.

It's such a shame.
-[ Sighs ]

Okay, the point is you should go
into talent management.

We find you an actor
that you can represent,

there's no shortage in L.A.

And then we can go surfing
together.

-I actually got a job.
-Oh.

-I'm gonna be working at
Budd E. Boy Productions.

-For Laurence Budd.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

-Yeah, I'm gonna be an assistant
to one of his executives.

Took some convincing --
-An assistant?

For the guy who
had you put away?

C'mon, what are you
really up to?

Yeah, okay, we'll talk later.

Wyatt don't -- don't --
That's heavy.

Okay.
-You see April at all?

-Yeah. I mean, you know,
Gladys works with her,

so, you know, she's around.

-She know that I'm out?

-Yeah, she knows.

-Hey, did I tell you that
Gladys and I bought a house?

-You did?
-Yeah.

I mean, it's nothing fancy, it's
just, you know, a nice yard...

-Ah.

-We had a party
for Wyatt's birthday.

We had the balloon guy
and the bouncy house.

There were, like,
20 people there.

I told Gladys, he's not even
gonna remember this.

-Sounds wonderful, Lu.
-Yeah.

-Ah, I'm sorry.

Fuck me.

You're in here,
and I'm going on about the --

-No, no, no, no.
I want to hear about it.

-You kept me out of lockup,

and I thought about that
every day,

so, look, if you need some cash,
if there's --

-Lu, I'm fine.

-Anything I can do?

-Why don't you come by my work
this week during lunch,

and we'll have a proper chat.

[ Radio playing indistinctly ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Clattering ]

-What's up, Irish? Settling in?

♪♪

-To the gobshite
who swiped my crystals.

I hope you find them useful
in your own meditation.

But I will need you to return
the photograph of my daughter.

Leave it in my locker,
no questions asked.

-Someone took your photo?

Man, that's cold.
-Bro, you need a better lock.

Those combos, you just hit 'em
with a hammer and they pop open.

-Is that right?

-You know it wasn't us, right?

None of us would pull that shit.

-Yeah, but if someone here does
have that picture of your kid?

You don't want it back.

-[ Chuckles ]

-That's funny, is it?

That's a joke to you?

-I'm not laughing.
I'm on your side.

-We'll ask around,
see if anybody has your shit.

It's what we do here, man.
We look out for each other.

-No doubt.

-Oh, and, uh, do me a favor?

Need you to wash that laundry
and then leave it on my bed.

-Is "Track" short for
"track marks,"

or is that just a coincidence?

-[ Laughs ] Damn!

[ Laundry thuds ]

-Do your own fuckin' laundry.

♪♪

-Not a team player.

♪♪

-I was surprised about Mr. Daly.

-What's that? What?

-That you hired him.

-It was actually inspired
on his part.

Asking for a job,
when he knows I won't refuse.

-You could.

-Why?
I'd rather he was grateful

than act on whatever ill will
he feels towards me.

It's win-win. [ Scoffs ]

Till he quits
or violates parole.

-Why would he quit?

-I put him on Ali Egan's desk.

She goes through assistants
like Kleenex.

If he so much as jaywalks,

I want you to bring it
to his parole officer.

-Right.

-Put a security camera
on his workstation.

Have another assistant
keep an eye on him.

-If Miles did harm you,
physically,

he'd never get away with it.

He'd be the obvious suspect.

-That's wonderful. That's a --
That's a wonderful plan.

Is that meant to be comforting?

♪♪

-Oh -- You think I might be able
to jump in there real quick?

First day at work,
running a bit late.

-You see me using it?

It's for a job interview
at Wendy's.

-Wendy's.

And you need a dress shirt
for that, do you?

-The longer we talk,
the longer this takes.

-Daly.

Tell me what this is.

-Hand-rolled cigarette
of some kind.

-Ain't tobacco.
And it was in your locker.

-That's not mine.

-I got a 100 guys
waiting for your spot.

And you can't make it 24 hours
without fucking up --

-Grady, that's not mine.

-I heard from two different
residents you've been dealing.

-And who told you that?

Did it occur to you
that maybe I'm being set up

rather than just keeping drugs
in an open locker?

-I've seen guys
do stupider shit.

-But not me.

-No visitation this weekend.

-What? My daughter's coming.

-Don't push it.
Buy a fucking lock.

And if I find anything else,

you do your full stretch
on your old cell block.

-All yours.

-Do you remember
my last assistant, Phil?

Short, voice like Casey Kasem,
yeah.

So, had a degree from Yale,
lasted two weeks.

Guess who
they're replacing him with.

[ Scoffs ]

A 38-year-old applicant

who just got released
from prison.

Because Laurence wants to shit
on me every chance that he gets.

[ Sighs ]

No, it's white-collar crime,
but still --

-Ali?
-Oh, my God, he's here.

Okay, I'll call you back.

Bye, Mom.

Hi, come on in.

-Ali -- Can I call you Ali?

I'm Miles.

So excited to be here.

-Oh, yes, yes.

Well, welcome.

-I've always been interested in
the physical side of production,

so to have --
-You're eight minutes late.

-Won't happen again.
-Great.

You might not have worked a job
where punctuality is crucial,

you know, mandatory?

So -- But now you do.

-Wonderful.

-[ Chuckles ] Good.

[ Telephone rings ]

-Oh, you know, normally
you would get that,

but you're not at your desk,

so I'm gonna answer that
for you, okay?

Hi. Ali Egan.

-[ Hushed ]
Should I go to my desk?

-Um, can -- can I...

-[ Normal voice ] Oh, yeah.

-Thank you.

No, what happened, Mom?

-How's it going?

-Yeah, you know, nearly got
fired within 30 seconds.

But other than that,
it's been a treat.

-[ Laughs ]

-Where would I find e-mail
on this?

-It's on the upper right.

And then that Post-it
has the password.

And that's a face sheet of
the executive staff right there.

-Okay, great.

Is this headset mine?

I've always wanted to try
one of these.

-[ Laughs ]
-I'm Miles, by the way.

-Hey.
I'm Jayson with a "Y."

Uh, if you want to grab food or
go to the bathroom or anything,

I'm happy to cover for you.

-Oh, thank you,
Jayson with a "Y,"

you're a man amongst men.

-It's a great place to work.

Aside from the, uh...
the big guy, you know.

[ Hushed ] Laurence.

-Oh. You don't say.

-Last night
he had me doing coverage

until 2:00 a.m., no overtime.

He's a prick.

-[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Scoffs ]

What's your job description?

-I'm on Dan Rolin's desk.

-And Dan's office is...?

-Down the hall.

-But they have you here.

-Yeah, they bas-- They have me
basically kind of float around.

-Ah.

-No, Michael, I am not ready.

And stop telling me that I am.

♪ I know what's gonna happen,
I'll try to go to bed ♪

♪ With fear of failure
flappin' ♪

♪ Like a fruit bat in my head

♪ I'll sleep for half an hour,
the clock'll ring at 6:00 ♪

♪ I'll wake up in the shower
with a stomach full -- ♪

[ Door opens ]
-Honey?

-Yeah.

-Ah, shit. Sorry.

-It's an audition for
a "Tootsie" musical.

I'm trying to get it done
before Wyatt wakes up.

Oh. That's great.

"Tootsie," uh, like the movie?
-Yeah, but it's a play.

And I'm not gonna get it because
there are big names attached.

-Oh.

-What do you know about
Kilbaine?

-Kil-- who? I don't -- What?

-Management company
across from us at work.

I was in the elevator
with a few managers,

and I told them I was married to
David Oumou's rep.

They asked if you were open to
joining a bigger firm.

[ Laughs ]

It's basically a job offer.

-Yeah, okay, but, I mean,
I already have a client, so --

-Well, they just want to meet.

Alright, it's up to you,
but I need to get back to this.

-Right, yeah.

-[ Clears throat ]

No, I'm not ready, Michael,
and stop telling me that I am.

♪ I know what's gonna happen

♪ I'll try to go to --
-Hey.

-What?

-[ Sighs ] Do you think
I need more clients?

-I didn't say that.

-I make good money.

-You get restless.

-Okay, so it's between
good money with no work

or more money with --
I guess more work?

Although 20 times 0 work
is still 0.

[ Taps sides ]

God, I sound like one of those
self-centered L.A. douchebags.

-You really don't.

-Miles is going through
metal detectors.

He's pissing in a cup --
-Miles made different choices.

You don't need to
apologize for that.

[ Wyatt cries in distance ]

-I'll quiet him.
-No, no, I'll do it.

I like Miles, but I am glad
you're not him.

♪♪

-Honey?

-In here.

♪♪

12 weeks to the Baja Tri.

-How much faster do you really
bike with smooth legs?

-It cuts 80 seconds
every 40 klicks.

-No way.
-Oh, this is not an urban myth.

They've done testing.

-Hmm.

-Got a call from my landlord.

Said his daughter's moving back
in October.

They need the apartment back.

-What? He can't do that!

-Yeah.

Then I thought you and I
were talking about

getting a place together.

I don't mean to
spring it on you.

-October is soon.

-I thought since you're
month-to-month

and I have to move...

Or we could wait.

[ Water trickles ]

-Let's do it.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Can't say no to those
silky-smooth legs.

-[ Growls seductively ]

[ Line rings ]

-Hey, it's Emma.
Leave a message.

[ Beeps ]
-Hey, Shorty, it's Dad.

So, I don't have visiting hours
this weekend after all.

But I'll be out of this place
soon enough.

And then maybe
we can have a meal

without the company of
a dozen ex-cons.

Won't that be something?

Love you.

You must really hate
doing laundry.

-What's that?

-To go to the trouble of
setting me up like that

makes me thinks that
this is about more than

folding your underwear.

-Hey, well,
we tried to get along.

-Did we?

-But now you pay fucking rent.

$100 a week.

You do Carver's laundry
and mine.

And my house chores.

That's both bathrooms

every morning,
upstairs and down.

-And if I agree to all that,
will you promise to fuck off?

[ Groans ] Fuck!

Ah, you cock --

[ Groans ]

-I don't promise shit,

you Irish fuckin' peacock.

You're messing with Carver,
you're telling me to fuck off.

What, do you --
You think you're hard? Huh?

On your bunk with your --
your legs crossed

like you're gonna levitate?

Bitch, I will put you
the fuck down.

-Two minutes till lights out.

-Fuck off.

[ Coughs ]

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

[ Moaning ]

Miles...

[ Moaning ]

-[ Snoring ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Fuck.

♪♪

Anything else
before I head to work?

-You do downstairs?

Then I guess you're good.

[ Man singing in Spanish ]

♪♪

-Time went by, I started feeling
like a local...

Picked up some Spanish.

Yeah, yeah.

Before I knew it,
I'd been living there a year.

I was in the best shape
of my life.

Everything organic,
farm to table.

My cholesterol dropped
20 points, easy.

My skin looked better.

[ Speaks Spanish ]

I pitched in where I could.

Helped repair a schoolhouse,
dug a well.

It's funny.
In Spanish, not so much, right?

That's where I was
when it all went down.

I got another one.

♪♪

[ Screaming, crying ]

♪♪

-Army took out
the whole village.

Amara! Amara!

They told me Federalés
chased Amara into the jungle.

I felt so helpless,
didn't know what to do.

And then I decided,
fuck the army.

Whatever it took,
I was gonna find my wife.

[ Telephone rings ]

-Hello. Ali Egan's office.

I don't have Ali right now.
Can I take a message?

Yes, I'll have her return
as soon as possible.

You have a lovely day now.

This fucking call sheet
keeps quitting on me.

-Oh, yeah, that thing does that.

You can call I.T.

Hey, you know,

I heard this rumor that you used
to work for Laurence years ago,

and he, like, screwed you over.

I don't know how, but that's,
you know, what I heard.

-And you heard that where?

-It was, like, assistant gossip,
you know.

-Oh.

If I was really angry
with Laurence,

would I be working here?

[ Both laugh ]

Do you want a coffee
or anything?

-Uh, no. Thanks, though.

-Okay, you want to know
what I really think of Laurence?

-Yeah.

-I'm amazed how he balances
business savvy

and creative inspiration.

Hope it rubs off on me.

-So Laurence --
-Is that a security camera?

-Is what --

-No word on the Massin budget?

-Uh, no. No, nothing yet.

-[ Sighs ]

-What do you boys think
about this dress?

-Oh, it's nice.

-"Nice"?

No. No, "nice" is wrong.

Don't say "nice."

I have a date.

I have a very nice date.

A Bumble date with
a very super cute guy.

So he's probably married
or whatever.

We're going to
Hinoki & the Bird.

So, do I go home and change,
or does this sell it?

-Um, let me -- Oh, yeah.

Well, I like the shoes.

-I'm not wearing these shoes.
-Oh, right.

Listen, I better, um --

Before the Massin call comes in,

I'm gonna grab some lunch
and bring it to my desk.

-Okay, fine.

♪♪

-I've only got
a couple of minutes,

since I don't get
a fuckin' lunch break.

-Seeing you twice in two days.

Buddy, so good to have you out.

-Oh, you have no idea.

Okay, I don't think
I've been followed.

-By who?

-I make Laurence nervous.

Rightly so...

But I think we're good.
-[ Laughs ] Yeah.

When you said that you were
working for Laurence --

[ Laughs ] I got to hear this.

-I've had two years
to make a plan.

Every step --
-Tell me.

-Okay. First of all,
I made a deal with our friends.

You know who I mean.

We funnel some business
their way,

and then if we need some help,
we give them a call.

You should have a sit down,

decide what it is
you're gonna do.

-Yeah, I -- I can't work
for those guys anymore.

But go ahead,
I want to hear this.

-What do you mean you can't work
for those guys anymore?

-We'll get back to it. Just --

Okay. It's just, uh,
after Wyatt was born,

I promised Gladys that I would
play things different.

Not just Gladys,

I promised myself that
I wouldn't risk doing time.

You understand.

You won't even try
being a talent manager?

-I mean, you wanted to be free
of Amara.

Now you are.
So why get tied into --

-'Cause I'm not
working for them.

And I don't want to be
a talent fuckin' manager.

I want to create stuff.

Make movies that mean something.

-Then why are you answering
phones for Laurence Budd?

-I get it, Lu. I do.

You got a lovely little life
now,

and you want to
keep your nose clean.

I should go.

-I'm sorry. I --

Well, at least tell me the plan.

-It's better
if you stay out of it.

I'll be in touch, okay?

You're making the right choice.

♪♪

♪♪

-H-Hey, um,
I don't have my key card.

-Jayson,
Laurence wants to see you.

-So?

-Yeah, he just said
you're an excellent businessman,

and that you balance it with
creative inspiration.

-Uh-huh, and did he manage
to sound convincing

while spouting this bullshit?

-I-I thought so.

-Was he on to you?

-Well, he asked me why I wasn't
posted outside of Dan's office.

-Great.

Thank you, Jayson.

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

Ideally we would watch him
without him knowing.

-Some good news -- I spoke with
the warden at Porterville.

He had no gang affiliation
in prison,

no contact with organized crime.

-Sort of a low bar
for an employee.

But glad you find it reassuring.

♪♪

[ Birds, insects chirping ]

-Me and a kid from the village

hiked through the jungle
for weeks.

Maybe not weeks.
It felt like weeks.

I'll check my diary,
but the point is, it sucked.

Then we came across
this old guy.

Guy said he ran into soldiers
who told him what happened.

♪♪

[ Gunfire ]

[ Men shouting in Spanish ]

-♪ Do you love me
like I love you? ♪

♪ Do you want me
like I want you? ♪

♪ Will you be there?

♪ Will you hold me

♪ Beyond the end of time?

♪ Will you cherish
every moment? ♪

♪ Believe in every dream?

♪ Within your loving eyes,
I see ♪

♪ Forever's destiny

♪ Living every moment

-Amara's life ended right there.

In that rotting,
godforsaken jungle.

And I couldn't help her.

-♪ ...what it means

♪ Living every moment

-No!

-♪ Loving you this way

[ Radio playing indistinctly ]

-So I came back to the U.S.

My dad wasn't doing great.
He moved in with me.

And I was depressed.

Then I realized -- it's my job
to tell Amara's story.

That's what she would have
wanted.

So here we are.

-Wow.

-I know.

-And you wrote the screenplay
about it?

-Writing. First draft.

But I wanted your take
on the story.

-It's a downer,
but that's not a deal-breaker.

Nice emotional stakes.

If you're open to notes...

-Like what?

-Well [sighs] we're in
an important moment

for woman and Latinos.

Drug-dealing Colombians
aren't aspirational.

-Guatemalan.

-Sure.

-This is who Amara was.

You change that,
and you're gonna lose something.

-If you take the basic idea
but change it to make it --

-No, Damien, listen,
this is Amara's story.

It's all true.

Look, if you're not interested,
fine.

I want to tell it
the way it happened.

-You have a vision.
I respect that.

Why don't you finish the script,
I'll tell you what I think.

♪♪

-Louis, we're all impressed with
how you've managed David Oumou

and that you're interested in

bringing your talents
to Kilbaine.

[ Inhales sharply ]
We're thrilled.

-Thank you.

I didn't expect
so many of you here.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Yesterday Tara was saying --

-I told him that to get David
in "Something Blue,"

you had to pull out of
a contract with CBS.

-Yeah, I just threw
a little scare into a producer.

-How did you do that?

-I just told him that
I'm not like these other reps,

'cause I really don't
take no for an answer.

-What we tell new managers --

don't be afraid
to get aggressive.

-And now that David's famous?

I mean, you guys know,
not much to it.

-That's modest.

-But how do you pick
his projects?

-I count how many lines he has.

[ Laughter ]

Then really,
let him do what he wants.

-I love that.

-Look, I speak for all of us
when I say

that we think you'd fit in
wonderfully here.

You could implement
your philosophy

to a larger client base.

Stay point for some actors.
We'd also put you on a team.

Tara has Russell Crowe,
Zooey Deschanel.

Eric has Rami Malek.

We'd start you with
maybe 25 clients.

How does that sound?

-That sounds like a lot.
Yeah.

[ Radio playing indistinctly ]

♪♪

-Hey, Track.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

-I know you?

-You're about to.

♪♪

[ Groans ]

Check his pockets.

-You want money?

-Where's the shit
you took from Miles?

-[ Panting ] You're with Miles?

I don't have it anymore, man.

-As long as it's not on you.

-Since I've been here,

my main challenge was
to build up my life skills.

You know?

I took the cosmetology course.

I was like, "Damn,
I can get into this."

It's like when you're naturally
good at something

and other people are like,
"Wow, he's good."

[ Buzzer in distance ]

That's very meaningful.

And James, my instructor,

he said I'm one of the best
stylists of men's hair

he's ever seen in his life.

Not sure if that's in my file,
but he told me that.

So I'm just excited
to get out there and, you know,

follow the dream.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

-[ Sighs ]

Hello?

-[ In American accent ]
Miss April Quinn.

As I live and breathe.
-Who is this?

-[ Normal voice ]
How soon they forget.

-Miles?

I didn't think you'd call.

-Why's that?

-Figured you were busy.

-Oh, yeah, real packed
social calendar

here at the halfway house.

Between the parties
and the dinner dances.

Of course, I'd invite you,
but they're quite exclusive.

I hear that your new business
is going well.

-It is.

-Listen, um, I just wanted
to say how grateful I am

for you sending that letter
to the parole board.

-Please, I was happy to.

-Saying I was a "gifted
producer" and whatnot.

And for taking my notes
on "Wylderness."

Got me through
some dark fuckin' days.

-That's...

I don't know what to say.

-And I'd love to see you,
when I get out of here.

If you'd be up for it.

-I'd like that, too.

-Okay.

Well, uh, I only get a couple of
minutes on the phone, so --

-Wait.

What I said about my company
isn't true.

It's not doing well.

-Okay.
-It's tanking.

Projects keep falling apart.

-Um, don't you worry, okay?

You're the best producer
in town,

so things will turn around.

-People don't want to
work with me, Miles.

Especially people who know
Laurence Budd.

-You think he's --
he's trying to sink you?

-Well, I can't prove it.

-He'll get what's coming to him.

-Please don't repeat this, okay?

I haven't told anyone,
not even my boyfriend.

-You have a boyfriend?

-Kind of.

Yes, I do.

-Serious?

-Maybe.

-Good for you.

Um, great.

Lovely hearing your voice.

Talk soon.

-Okay, great.

[ Line clicks ]

-Daly, you seen Track?

-No, no, I haven't seen him.

-Anyone seen Track?

♪♪

♪♪

-Hey, did you lot
find it chilly last night?

I like it brisk,
but that was a bit much.

[ Bowl clatters ]

Oh, and has anyone seen Track?

No?

Well, that's a shame.

I hope nothing's
happened to him.

But I have this horrible feeling
that he's not coming back.

Does anyone else
have that feeling?

-Fuck you saying?

-I'm just saying we should
prepare for life without Track.

Unless you'd like to join him,
Carver.

Is that what you'd like?

Anyone?

Well, then I think I'll mediate.

Clear my mind.

It'll be great to be able
to do it in peace.

I'm saying get the fuck out.

[ Breathes deeply ]

♪♪

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