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Our quiet town of 7,000 residents

holds more than southern manners

and prize winning fried chicken recipes.

We also hold discretion...

the biggest indication of which

lies in our bank's coffers,

and buried in our dirt.

Cash, lots and lots of it.

In our small town we have 45 millionaires

and three billionaires.

That's a rough guess.

It all depends on how stupid or smart

the generations have been

with their Crown Cola stock.

That's where it came from.

Crown Cola.

Say Pepsi or Coca Cola in this town,

and you best watch your back

on the way out.

It was Cole Masten,

Hollywood award winning A list actor,

the man women think about

in the dark of the night,

who read a little southern novel

that no one had ever heard of,

and he was fascinated by it.

A novel about our town,

a novel that exposed the plantation homes

for what they were...

The camouflage of millionaires.

Now? You mean right now?

- It's okay. - It's okay.

Sunday.

- Only Yankees would think that would be. - An appropriate time.

To thrust themselves into our lives.

Summer,

I imagine you're ready for

your big day tomorrow.

- -Hello. - -Hi.

And what can I do for somebody

stoppin' by unannounced?

- Please tell me you're the owner of. - This fabulous estate.

No. Why?

Do you have the owner's number?

Uh, I can't give you the Holden's number,

no, you're a stranger.

Why do you want it?

I'm not really at liberty to discuss.

Well, good luck.

Y'all have a good day, now.

But, what...

Please, feel free to take a seat,

Mr. Payne, it is hot out.

How do you know my name?

- The way you´ve been. - Stomping around town,

The cows in Thomas County

know your name.

Is that why I've been so unsuccessful,

because I'm, as you so politely put it,

stompin' around?

It's two-fold.

You've been stompin' around town,

but you've not been tellin' people

what you want.

This is a private town.

And we don't like strangers.

I was instructed to be discreet.

- Were you instructed to be successful, - because you can't be both.

I'm Summer.

Summer Jenkins.

Bennington Payne.

My friends call me Ben.

And at the moment,

- you're lookin' at the only friend. - I have around here.

Let's not label this relationship just yet.

Now, level with me, Bennington,

what do you want in Quincy?

I'm a location scout from.

Envision Entertainment,

-and I'm here to procure spots for...

-The movie.

-How do you know?

-Everybody in Quincy

knows about the movie.

When the mayor got the call,

Caroline, the mayor's secretary,

she called her sister and within five minutes

it had spread like wildfire.

You see, there are

two types of secrets in Quincy.

The ones we keep close.

And then we have

the really juicy ones.

- -And the movie news is juicy. - -Uh-huh.

So there shouldn't be a problem.

No one is gonna let you

film in their home.

Why not? They'd get money,

fame and bragging rights.

People in Quincy don't need money.

Present company excluded.

This is the old south.

Braggin' is a sign of weakness.

Please, all the mansions,

all the big gates.

Mm-hm.

All old money.

But this movie is starring

the Cole Masten.

Academy Award winning actor,

quite possibly the most beautiful man

to grace Hollywood in the last decade.

The man women dream about

in the dark of the night.

Apparently, not only women.

So, what do I do?

I... I need a mansion,

- preferably two, - and a bar, a tractor,

A cotton field and 15 other locations.

What do I think you need?

You need a local,

somebody from Quincy.

Somebody who can negotiate

with the land owners,

and someone that can make

all the necessary arrangements with the locals.

But that's my job.

How much are they paying you for this job?

120,000.

-I'll do it for 25.

-15

Twenty.

And I'm the only hope you have.

Deal.

Thank you.

Okay, are you ready?

Let's do it.

Cole, tell us about your wife.

I don't think she needs an introduction.

I'm pretty sure you're familiar with her.

Well, you've been married now

almost five years,

which, in Hollywood,

is quite a feat.

Tell our viewers,

what is your best advice

for a successful marriage?

That's a good question.

Um...

- I think a lot of elements make for. - A successful marriage,

But if I had to pick one,

I would say honesty.

Honesty's crucial.

Nadia and I have no secrets.

We tell each other everything.

Our philosophy is to get

everything out in the open,

no matter the consequences.

I think that's great.

I hear you're going to

my home state of Georgia

for your next project.

I am. Yes, uh,

The Fortune Bottle.

It's a story of the early days of the soda,

and the wealth it created in

a small town called Quincy,

and how a young, feisty secretary,

played by Minka,

was, uh, very instrumental in

the development of the product.

It's based on a book I read,

and it's also the very first time that

I'm executive producer,

so I'm very excited.

We're gonna start filming soon.

And looking forward to seeing.

The Fortune Bottle

when it hits the screen.

It's always good to see you, Jenny.

Thank you so much for having me.

- -Come back at any time. - -Okay.

Minka can't make it.

She wants to re-schedule

the read through for tomorrow.

Her heart's not in this project, Cole,

- which is going to make it more difficult. - For me to direct her,

Especially if she keeps

re-scheduling our meeting.

She said she's in.

- I can't think of anybody else. - Who fits that role.

We need an Ida, Cole.

Can't make the movie without her.

I'll handle it.

Okay, uh, do you want me to schedule

a massage for you later today?

No.

Take me home.

I want to surprise Nadia.

Oh, and, uh, what's going on in Quincy?

Oh, the location manager

was a real hot mess,

but he has turned it around,

and he's securing locations

as we speak.

I liked my hotel.

It has a pool,

and it's hot here in Georgia.

Why'd she just look at you like

she bit into a bad peach?

Quincy and I have history.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Raine.

This is Mr. Bennington Payne.

He's in town scouting for locations

for the movie.

That be the one with Cole Masten?

That's right.

The Fortune Bottle.

Mr. Payne would like to stay with you,

if you have room, of course.

Oh, would you now?

He'll be in town for quite some time

while he prepares things for the movie.

And, of course, he's working very closely

with Cole Masten.

Oh... is that so?

Well... now, I might just have

a room for you,

Mr. Payne.

How bad is this?

Gargantuan bad.

Is the movie gonna crash?

No. The Fortune Bottle

isn't crashing, okay?

Movies don't fall apart over this.

We should be more worried...

that this is the end of Codia.

- -Hm? - -People love Codia.

I mean, Cole and Nadia are the glue that

hold our picture perfect world together.

They buy each other extravagant gifts,

and have ridiculously hot sex together.

Codia can't fall apart,

they can't get divorced,

and we certainly can't have Cole

attempting murder on Nadia's lover.

The sheriff called.

He's worried if Cole Masten's violent.

He's had a lot of calls from voters.

This is an election year.

Votes are everything.

Of all the things I'm worried about,

Cole Masten's risk to townsfolk

is not one of 'em.

No, it's not the townsfolk

he's worried about,

he's worried about

your California golden boy.

This is a carry state.

We value our personal safety here.

You don't want him getting himself shot.

Shot?

They can't shoot the Cole Masten.

-No one is shooting Cole Masten!

-Okay, okay, just simmer down.

I think you got a wrinkle.

On your forehead.

Yeah, from all that yakkerin' about Cadia.

Codia!

Not Cadia.

-Codia.

-Whateveria.

Yeah. It's awful.

Like, why?

Don't know.

Cole.

Got the divorce papers.

- Honey, this'll take a second. - I'll be right back.

I'm gonna get a Pinot.

Let's go somewhere private.

I'm sorry, Cole.

You should have called,

not gotten lawyers involved.

It's over.

We're over.

No.

I don't love you anymore.

I don't know if I ever really did.

Love you, I mean.

I think I just loved the idea of you.

-But now...

-That we're equals,

and you're no longer.

Bikini Babe Number 3?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

It's not personal.

This.

This makes it personal.

- You never cared about. - The Fortune Bottle.

And now you want it?

It's a joint asset.

No, it's not.

I purchased it,

I'm producing it,

no one's gonna think

it's a joint asset.

I think it is.

And, uh, Tony agrees.

Tony, our lawyer?

He's now my lawyer.

How quickly you moved from

an apology to business.

How long have you been planning this?

I need a lawyer.

The best damn divorce lawyer

in the country.

That would be Brad DeLuca.

He handles every big celebrity divorce.

- Get him here. - I don't care the cost.

- All right. - I'm on it.

Wait. Where do you want to go?

Anywhere with alcohol and women.

Okay.

Shit.

Thank you.

You're late.

Sorry.

Business to attend to.

Bullshit.

Pussy isn't business.

And this right now is the most

important thing in your life,

so when we make an appointment,

keep it.

You know you work for me, right?

Here.

This is Leonard McCleod.

He'll put up with your bullshit

and cover you ass in court.

I was told you're the best.

Exactly.

I paid your advance.

And I'll refund it.

Sit down, hold on.

Please.

Okay, sit down.

I'm sorry I'm late.

You're sorry?

I'm sorry.

Hm.

Look,

you've been a celebrity

for a long time,

but in a courtroom against your wife,

you're... you're equals to each other.

You're... You're nothing to the judge.

You're normal.

If I'm gonna represent you,

you have to know that

life as you know it is over.

You are not a bachelor yet.

Not until this divorce is final.

You are my bitch,

and I will say if and who you fuck,

what you say to whom,

and when and how you work.

If you want to keep this film yours,

you will leave this shithole of a city,

and go to Georgia.

You'll keep your dick clean,

and that pretty boy head of yours down,

and do your job,

nothing else.

I've buried five,

five of your indiscretions since Sunday.

My team doesn't have time for

the popularity contest your dick has entered.

We are gonna paint you as.

Hollywood's golden boy.

You listen to me and I promise you

I will keep The Fortune Bottle yours.

And... any other shared assets you want.

I just want the movie.

She can have the rest.

Okay, I need you to commit to my terms.

No sex.

No relationships.

No women.

Agreed.

Well, then... let's go.

Go where?

Quincy.

Morning, Masten.

The guy's a fuckin' lunatic.

That's what you wanted.

We're getting in a jet right now.

Heading to Quincy.

- -Now now? - -Yes, now now.

- -It's the fuckin' lunatic's idea. - -Ugh!

I'll call a production assistant,

- and then you'll be there in, like, - three and a half...

Hey.

You're that movie star.

Well, what you doin' in Quincy?

You got engine trouble?

No, uh, has my assistant not called?

Nope, nobody's called.

Is my car ready?

Uh, nope.

Bad news.

Your assistant's been in an accident.

It was posted on TMZ.

He's alive, but he's pretty beat up.

-We gotta get back to L.A.

-No. No.

He's been my assistant for 13 years.

I gotta go see him.

No. You're not goin' anywhere.

Look, the L.A. hospitals

are gonna be a zoo waiting for you.

We need to borrow a vehicle.

That work for ya?

Sure thing.

- -Keys in it? - -Mm-hm.

Great.

I'm tracking down the local contact now.

You're going to burn.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

You didn't put on any sunscreen.

I don't wear sunscreen.

You do realize the sun is literally

aging you before my eyes.

- You do realize you're in Georgia, - not the wild west,

- And you look completely ridiculous. - In that cowboy hat.

I look fantastic.

You look stupid.

Stop!

Stop it! Quit it!

Stop! Stop it!

-Stop it.

-Oh, no, no, it's a Sunday.

No days off for important people, honey.

-Oh.

-Bennington Payne.

Where am I right now?

Um, Quincy.

I'm sorry, who is this?

Sure. Okay, yes,

but I thought that...

Okay, okay, yes, yes.

What's your address?

-Four Darrow Lane.

-Four Darrow Lane.

Okay, yes, thank you so...

Oh, ciao.

Cole Masten is here.

- That was his attorney, - wanted to know where I was,

Is bringing Cole Masten here now.

How far away is the airport?

Five, maybe ten minutes.

Oh...

Just, uh, help me clean up.

All right, all right.

They're not going to come inside.

They're just coming to pick me up.

They probably won't even get out of the car.

Okay.

-You sure this is the right place?

-Yeah.

Yep, yep.

-Hey.

-Hi.

Um, is, uh, Bennington there?

Is Bennington here?

Yes, he... he's, uh,

has been expecting you.

Would you, uh, be a dear

and fetch him for us?

Sure.

- -I'll just get him. - -Thank you.

No.

Hi, I'm Ben,

Bennington Payne, it's...

- -Bennington. - -So lovely to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Uh, we need to get Mr. Masten

settled into his hotel now.

I'm so sorry but because we

weren't expecting Mr. Masten so soon,

- the estate where he'll be staying, - the Kirkland House,

It won't be ready for a few more days.

But there are other options in town.

Uh-huh.

Sorry, what?

It turns out the Kirkland House

isn't available yet,

-but Bennington here...

-It's Ben.

Yeah, has, uh, a few ideas where

we can house you for the time being.

Sorry to ruin this delightful porch party,

but, uh, can we take this inside?

-Air conditioning.

-Sure.

- -Mm-hm. Yeah. - -Perhaps I could fix y'all some sweet tea.

Actually, I gotta get goin'.

- My wife will have my head. - If I don't come home in time for dinner.

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.

Oh, Summer, Summer Jenkins.

Nice to meet you.

- -Pleasure. - -I could fix you a sweet tea for the road.

Oh, that'll be all right,

but I appreciate the offer.

Nice meeting you.

Behave.

How about that tea?

Uh, sparkling water, please.

We don't have sparkling water.

Still is fine.

Here you go.

A still... water.

How was your flight?

You do know it's rude to ignore someone

when they're asking you a question.

I've booked you in a motel room

for a couple of days

until your estate's ready.

Uh, start over.

I wasn't listening.

I found you a motel room

- until your estate's ready. - In a couple of days.

Who are you?

No offense,

but how are you involved in this?

-She's been helping me.

-No offense, Mr. Masten,

but you're standing in my living room,

suckin' up my air conditioning,

drinking my still water.

That's why I'm here.

And I'm not involved in anything,

Mr. Masten.

Ben here is my friend.

- And we were havin' a pool party. - When your attorney called.

And bulldozed y'alls way in here.

You're all southern fight

and spitfire attitude.

Get out.

Get out or I swear to God

I'll shoot you.

- -I am locked and loaded... - -She means it, she has guns in her coat closet.

- And I'll blow your pampered ass. - Into the next county.

If you do not get off of

these premises right now.

Get out!

Get out!

She's fantastic.

Pardon me?

Only a month before filming,

it's impossible.

You know Minka's dying to

get out of this movie.

I'm telling you,

this girl is perfect.

Get your ass on a plane

and come to Quincy today.

You're an actor, Cole,

you know everybody can't do this.

The last thing I want is to stick a...

A wooden face on the screen.

That's the beauty of it, Don.

She won't have to act at all.

-She just has to be herself.

-No.

- I am not throwing this whole movie. - In the can.

Just because some wannabe starlet

sucked your dick in a cornfield.

Cotton field.

Didn't you read the book?

And I am not in love.

This girl completely blew me off,

but she was Georgian as hell doin' it.

Pure friggin' Southern charm.

I'm tellin' you,

come here, meet the girl.

If you don't like her,

you can tell me to go to hell tomorrow.

All right. Have a plane

waiting for me in Van Nuys in an hour.

Yes.

All right.

Let's turn this baby around.

Let's go back to the girl's place.

-What was her name again?

-Summer.

You want to cast her in Minka's role?

Yep.

But that's the lead.

She's perfect for the role.

Maybe you should let me bring it up to her.

She can be a little headstrong.

Yeah, I got that.

I don't think she likes you very much.

Good.

That is a good thing.

Summer.

You said... You said,

"I swear to God, I'll shoot you."

I'll shoot you.

He wants you to star in the movie.

Oh, come on. Bennington Payne,

you are yanking my leg.

I'm not.

- He wants you to take. - Minka Price's role.

- He says you're perfect. - Authentic.

- -What? - -He said authentic.

She's perfect for the role.

This is crazy.

-How much does it pay?

-No idea.

- But, Summer, - no one gets opportunities like this.

- Girls in L.A., they screw, - they kidnap,

They kill for something like this.

No, seriously, how much does it pay?

I... No idea.

I don't know. Ask Cole.

He's in the car.

You made him wait in the car?

Yeah.

I didn't want you to shoot him.

You must be Cole Masten.

Ahh. How'd you know?

My daughter left me a voice message,

said don't come home,

Cole Masten is here.

And nothin' makes a mother

come home quicker

than to tell her to stay away.

How do you know Summer?

I just met her today.

-Mm.

-I was here to meet Ben.

Oh. You work on the movie, also?

- -I'm an actor. - -Oh.

-An award winning actor.

-Well, that's nice.

I'm Frances Jenkins.

Would you be a dear and

help me inside with this stuff?

-Of course, ma'am.

-Thank you.

-An actor, you say.

-Yes, ma'am.

We're gonna have to work on

your Southern drawl.

Oh, Mama, I see you ignored

my voice mail.

Oh, you called?

I must have missed that.

Thank you, darlin'.

So, did Ben talk to you about the part?

He did.

And?

- And I'd be curious to know what kind of. - Compensation you'd be offerin'.

- What kind of compensation. - Would you like?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know what would be fair,

that's why I'm asking you.

And you trust me to be fair?

Well, I trust you to give me

your honest opinion

about what the size of the role

in this type of movie

for someone of my experience

would be worth.

100,000.

And that's being generous.

Your name has negative box office sway,

- and we'll have to spend a fortune. - Getting you camera ready,

But, hey...

I like you, Summer.

I think you fit the part.

Don't do that.

Do what?

That smile thing.

It's really creepy.

Millions of Americans would disagree.

Are you interested or not?

No.

No, I'm not.

You're not.

No.

Not for that amount.

I'm worth more.

The toe of your shoe

is held together by duct tape.

The amount of money I have

is not indicative of my worth.

If it were, it would indicate I'm the lesser of

us two individuals on this porch.

You're saying you're not

the lesser individual...

- I'm sayin' that right now - the only one of us bein' an ass here is you.

So you don't want the part.

No.

Not for that amount.

Goodbye, Mr. Masten,

that's what we say in the south

when one person leaves.

It's called valediction.

What's it called when one person

makes a huge mistake?

It's called life.

God, she is infuriating!

All right, I just...

I just need to breathe.

-Just breathe it out.

-Shut up.

Okay.

Bad day?

Mm-hm.

He's very handsome.

Yeah.

Want to talk about it?

That egg's already been laid,

it can't be put back in the chicken now.

He's very handsome.

He's also very married.

Hi, Summer.

-It's late.

-I know, I'm sorry,

- but I know how anal you are. - About calling before I come.

Summer,

- we're picking up. - Don Waschoniz.

The Fortune Bottle's director

- from this piss hole. - You call an airport in 20 minutes.

Then we're coming to you,

so meet us outside in 30.

If you can sell him

on your sweet demeanor,

then the role is yours.

You can name your damn price.

500,000.

That's what I want.

And then I'll do it.

Fine.

500,000 it is.

Hi.

-Is that, uh...

-Apple cobbler? It is.

I was gonna make pie

but I didn't have time.

Uh, if that's okay for y'all.

Oh, Mr. Waschoniz,

nice to meet you.

Uh, I'm gonna meet you all

out here on the porch,

- because my mama's asleep, - and she has to be up early in the mornin'

And I don't want to wake her,

and thought we could all...

talk out here.

Let me get that cobbler.

So, you live with your mama.

Yeah, my whole life.

This is where I learned to make cobbler.

I don't like cobbler.

You'll eat it and you'll like it,

Mr. Masten.

Ah, there's my girl.

Coming?

Yeah.

She'll be out in a minute.

Here you are.

Ben, can you get the door?

-Here you go.

-We're short on time, Summer.

Would you like some, Cole?

- I know that you said in there. - That you don't like cobbler.

I'm good.

- Summer, can you stand over here. - The character we're looking for...

-Oh, sure. Like this?

-Is a 31 year old divorced woman.

-How old are you?

-29.

Never married.

- Turn your head to the left. - Turn your head to the right.

- -Say something. - -Like what?

-Whatever comes to mind.

-The brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

- -Tell me about the cobbler. - -Cobbler?

Well, I would have made pie.

Pie is much more popular around here,

but it takes a great deal longer.

- Tell me how you make it. - Look at me now.

- -Follow me when I move. - -It's all about the apples, which I had.

Granny Smith and Honeycrisp are best.

So it's apples, sugar, lemon juice,

butter, of course, flour.

- We need to see some fire. - From you, Summer,

- Can you get angry for me, - give me some edge?

Why do you want to know what's in my

apple cobbler, Mr. Waschoniz?

Are my homemade desserts

not good enough for you?

Don't come into my house

to insult my cookin'.

I will chop your testicles off, wipe that

California forced smile right off your face.

-I will poison your tea!

-Okay, okay.

You can do crazy.

I get it.

Summer, honey,

you okay?

-I heard voices.

-I'm sorry to wake you, Mama.

The movie people came.

Oh.

They want me to be in the movie.

-In the movie?

-Yeah.

You mean with that

good lookin' young man?

Don't smile like that.

He just wants me for the movie.

That's all.

Mm-hm.

If you say so, honey.

This is a joke. Right?

This isn't actually where

I'm supposed to be staying

for the next three months.

Please tell me it's just this room.

Curtains with chickens on them.

Really?

They're roosters.

You can tell by the red comb

and the wattles.

I want this chicken shit out of here.

Oh, come on, it's cute

and homey.

We can't change any of the decor.

- Actually, that was a very firm stipulation. - In renting the Kirkland House.

We can't move or change anything.

And who, exactly,

agreed to that bullshit?

We did. And that bullshit

is the only reason

you're not stayin' in some

cockroach infested motel.

- Ben here... - Ben is workin' his ass off for you,

Not that you'd know about it

all the way in California with all you...

-What is wrong with you?

-Wh... What's wrong with me?

- Are you kidding me? - You just...

Kissed you. Yeah.

Big deal.

-You wouldn't shut up.

-You didn't ask me to shut up.

You don't usually ask people to shut up.

You tell 'em to.

Well, I'm tellin' you,

kiss me again like that,

and I'll rip your eyes out

from their sockets.

Oh, don't worry, princess.

I have no desire to repeat that experience.

I've had better.

Much, much better.

Where's she goin'?

Home.

- Holden Plantation and Kirkland House. - Are neighboring estates.

She lives right next door?

How pissed is she right now?

- Never mind. - Don't answer that.

Let's go, uh, review some locations.

Okay.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What? It's eight in the morning.

I'm well aware of that.

- I've made my wife come. - Three times so far this morning,

- So get your ass out of bed. - And be productive.

I'm on California time.

I was very clear in my instructions to you.

You were to go to Quincy and behave.

- Not run around grabbing. - The first single woman you find.

And then make her your co-star?

How do you know that?

Deadline?

It hasn't hit any press.

But it will,

- and Nadia's attorneys. - Are gonna crucify you with it.

- You can't put your new girlfriend in a movie - that we're trying to save here.

She's not my new girlfriend.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - You're new fuck.

No, she is nothing.

And I didn't cast her 'cause I'm...

I cast her because

she is Ida Pinkerton.

She's perfect for the movie.

She's born to play this part.

And you would be proud of me,

'cause I have been behaving.

- I haven't thought about Nadia once. - Since I left L.A.,

- And I've been. - Completely focused on the film.

Then why'd you kiss her?

How do you know that?

The scout told me.

We hired him.

It was nothing.

The kiss was nothing.

- Is a relationship with her worth giving up - half of The Fortune Bottle,

Because that's what's at stake here.

There is no relationship.

Can I just go back to sleep now?

Sure.

- At least when you're sleeping, - I don't have to worry about you.

- But check your email. - When you wake up.

- I sent over the response. - We filed against Nadia.

- It's brutal. - I'm just gonna warn you.

- I don't want to punish Nadia. - I just want...

- I'm only being aggressive with. - The Fortune Bottle.

Though I think you're being

a fuckin' saint about everything.

Talk to you later.

Fuck.

What?

I brought you something.

Is it breakfast?

- Are you just going to holler. - Down at me in the rain,

Or are you gonna let me in?

I could have waited for you

to put some clothes on.

I don't think so. You seemed very

persistent with those rocks.

What do you have for me?

Can you put some pants on?

It's rude to waltz around with your junk out.

I know yesterday was a little rough.

So I wanted to make it up to you

with a housewarming present.

A housewarming present?

To mend the fences

between you and me.

You want to kiss and make up?

In a metaphorical sense, yeah.

What you got for me?

Right.

-Are you crazy?

-Is that a serious question?

What normal person would get someone

a fucking bird for their housewarming gift?

It's not a bird.

It's a baby rooster.

Oh, come on!

I thought it'd be funny.

Yeah, it's hilarious. What am I supposed

to do with him? Eat him?

No. He's a pet.

I am serious, Summer.

I can't have a rooster.

- I don't have time. - I'm too busy.

-I don't know anything about chickens.

-It's a rooster.

I had Fred sex him for me.

You'll be able to tell by

the little spikes

on the top of his head.

Now, I need you to line this with newspaper,

and make sure this lamp stay on all night.

Baby chickens need a lot of warmth.

You are taking this thing home with you.

No. I'm not.

It's a gift,

and you do not refuse gifts.

It's rude.

Oh, and Cole?

Welcome to Quincy.

Hey, aren't you that guy that...

I just got a baby rooster. Cocky.

It's not the most original name.

Why'd you bring it in with you?

I don't know. I mean...

doesn't he need to be checked out?

Or I don't know if I can leave it alone.

You know...

It's a...

chicken.

It ain't a pet.

I mean, you don't need to give it a name

or put a bedazzled collar on it.

What does it eat?

Corn.

Corn? That's it?

Yeah. It's a chicken.

I mean, we ain't got no Chef Boyardee

nine flavors rainbow kind of crap.

If you want to get fancy,

you can use that FRM formula over there.

Cost twice as much...

but it don't make a squat shit

bit of difference.

Anything else I might need for him?

Vitamins, shots, medicines?

-It's a chicken.

-Chicken. Yeah.

Got it.

- -Hello. - -Hi.

Special delivery for Miss Ida Pinkerton.

-Here's a little script.

-Thank you.

Love that dress.

It would look better on me.

-You sign that contract yet?

-It is 82 pages long.

There can't be anything good

to say in that many pages.

Then get an agent like a good little actress

and have them look it over.

And have them take a percentage?

No, thank you.

Summer, I can't even with you.

Either sign the thing

or pay someone to review it.

Hell, get a lawyer,

pay him an hourly to review it.

-My ex is a lawyer.

-Do you trust him?

I hate him,

but, yeah, in business I do.

Great. Give him a call. I gotta run.

- -Bye. - -Ciao, ciao.

- -Hello? - -Hi, Scott.

Summer. How are you?

Fine, thank you.

I have a contract I'd like you

to look over, if you could.

Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

Just send it on over to Shelley, my assistant,

and she'll make sure I get that today.

- I know who Shelley is. - She was one of my bridesmaids.

Of course, you do.

It's something I'm used to saying.

It's a talent contract for the new movie

they want me to be in.

-Really?

-Yeah. Cole wants me for the lead.

-Cole?

-Anyway, I gotta run, Scott.

But I'll send it to Shelley.

There's been a lot of curiosity about you in town,

working for the movie.

That's just distracting folks from

their original bitterness toward me.

Well, I was thinking...

that you wanna leave,

and that's why you wanted the job...

For the money and a fresh start.

Oh, now, don't you worry about me.

- I mean, that is what you're doing. - Right now, right,

This little feeling guilty?

Quincy was a great place

for you to grow up, Summer.

But you're a woman now,

and you need to find

your own place in the world.

I know that.

And I wouldn't be a good mama

if I tried to hold you back.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

But I know I wanna be somewhere different.

I wanna be someone different.

Someone without a past.

Someone without scorn.

I wanna be someone with a future.

Will you come with me?

No.

No sweetie, I wont.

But you will always

have a home right here with me.

So let that give you the confidence

to go right out there take some risks.

You deserve that, Summer.

You deserve that.

- Can you believe they cast Summer. - As the leading lady?

And she had the nerve to call Scott

and ask for his help.

Hasn't she done enough to that poor boy?

Maggie! Hi. How's that husband of yours?

- Oh, he's got one foot on a banana peel. - And the other in the grave, honey.

- -Hi. - -Hi.

Want some?

Nice truck.

It's brand new.

Bought it all by myself

without my assistant's help,

because he's in the hospital.

Did you put him there?

What did you want?

Been trying to call you for the past three hours.

You're not picking up your cell phone.

I don't have a cell phone.

- No, you've been calling the house phone. - I've been out here working.

-You don't have a cell phone?

-Nope.

You need to get a cell phone,

- at least for the next couple of months. - Until the movie wraps.

Then you're welcome to go back

to your lovely seclusion if you like.

Why were you calling me?

Got media training tomorrow.

Are you building this fence?

Isn't there someone more...

Don't you dare say someone more qualified.

I'll help.

Please, city boy.

You stay in the truck.

We don't want you getting dirty.

I know how to fix a fence, Country.

You called me "city boy."

Stay.

Hi, Cocky.

You can just set him down on the tailgate,

let him roam around.

You brought the chicken?

Figure you might want to see him.

And you called him Cocky?

Seems to like it.

When have you ever built a fence before?

- Did you not see. - "The Legends of Montana"?

No.

I spent six months on the ranch.

Bought the damn thing afterwards.

So, yeah, I know how to fix a fence.

Thank you for your help.

I got a lot of chores to do

before the movie starts, so...

See you around.

See you at media training.

I'm Brecken Nichols, media consultant

in charge of PR for The Fortune Bottle.

You will be required

to help promote the movie,

- so we need to make sure you handle yourself. - With confidence and professionalism.

We're going to review posture,

smiling for the camera,

jargons, and abstractions.

Sit up straight.

Okay. Hold yourself with poise.

If you could just... Oh, my God.

No audible dialogue.

Relax. You literally look like

you have a stick up your ass.

Glad I'm not the only one she hates.

Grab some lunch.

I'll work with her for a bit.

You know I don't eat.

And neither should you, by the way.

Who is she?

-I'm gonna turn off the camera.

-Okay.

What have you guys worked on so far?

Something about jargon and abstractions.

As you can see, it's going real well.

- You don't have to worry about jargon. - You're Southern.

- -That's okay. - -Okay.

We don't need you to change that.

Wordiness, though,

might be a problem for you.

Rambling. Don't ramble.

Abstractions, the verbal fillers,

the "you knows," the "uhs"...

I know, I know.

And the fidgeting and the blinking.

Summer, look at me.

Forget the rules.

Just ask me a question.

What kind of question?

Any kind of question.

Are you in pain?

'Cause you don't seem upset

about her leaving.

Don't ramble. Be concise.

And don't look away.

Indicates shame.

Nadia and I were together for a long time.

Whenever you lose someone

after a long time, it hurts.

But I think it's for the best.

She's happier in her new relationship,

and that's what I want.

For her to be happy.

And that's what I would say

if a reporter asked.

It would put me on the high road

and subtly turn everyone against her.

Is it the truth?

No.

I feel very odd...

about Nadia.

I feel stupid.

I feel off-balance.

I feel taken advantage of.

I like that answer better.

So with the press...

the truth is always more interesting.

But it's also much more dangerous.

Do you feel closer to me now

having heard that?

Yeah.

If the public knows you, Summer,

they will destroy you.

They can't help themselves.

They love our weaknesses

so much that they dig deeper.

They feast and pillage on our exposures

until we as people,

you as Summer, me as Cole...

are gone.

And all there's left is what they wanna see.

Any other questions?

-One.

-Ask it.

Were you telling the truth

when you said I was a bad kisser?

No.

No?

Be concise. Don't ramble.

So suppose being evasive

is one of the rules also, right?

Yeah, actually it is.

Anytime it can be evasive, you should.

Wait.

Thank you.

It's...

It's been awhile.

I needed to hear that.

It's been awhile since you were kissed?

Don and I are meeting at my place

tomorrow morning early to go over the script.

-You should be there.

-Sure.

What time?

8 a.m. Don't be late.

Okay. We ready to get back at it?

Yeah.

Right.

Sit.

Not like you're milking a cow.

-Where's Summer.

-I don't know. Her line's busy.

Busy?

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

I'll go get her.

Summer?

Summer?

Summer.

You didn't answer your door.

It was unlocked.

Your phone's been busy.

For the love of God, Summer,

if you want me to stop,

better tell me right now. audio gap from here to 2033402.

Where are your condoms?

No, please.

Please.

Please. another audio gap.

That was a mistake.

That was not a mistake.

It was.

It was just stupid.

It was...

- Is this something. - That you do?

Go psycho after

you fuck someone?

I don't fuck people.

And I'm not a psycho,

- I just don't want to cuddle. - With my co-star.

Co-star?

Pretty high on yourself,

aren't ya?

- Wow. You really. - Are an asshole.

Summer, am I missing

something?

- Did I do something. - To piss you off?

Yeah. You're married.

My wife fucked half of Hollywood while we were

married.

- Oh, so that's what marriage. - Is to you?

She cheats so you cheat?

Everyone goes away happy? Sure.

I never, from the day

I met Nadia,

kissed another woman,

slept with another woman.

Not until she

served me divorce papers.

And now there's a long list

with my name on the top of it.

Please leave, Cole.

Sunday. Only Yankees

would think that

- would be an appropriate time. - To thrust themselves.

Into our lives.

Summer.

I imagine you're ready for

your big day tomorrow.

- Now, don't you mind. - Them, honey.

Oh, I don't.

I just don't feel great.

I should probably go and

help Ben anyway.

I'm an idiot.

You're not an idiot.

No, I'm an idiot.

You're not going to get pregnant, are you?

- Because that would make. - You an idiot.

No. I took

a morning after pill.

- You bagged a. - Movie star.

- You should be. - Bragging on Twitter.

And throwing a fucking party.

Seriously, Ben, how

much have I messed this up?

By screwing your costar?

- Honey, you wouldn't be Hollywood if you didn't bang - a costar.

At some point.

It's nothing.

- Just don't let it affect. - The performance.

It won't.

- It's a good thing. - My character hates his.

And we start filming tomorrow

- I just want to get this. - Movie out of the way,

- Leave town, - and forget my past.

And forget Cole Masten.

When do you leave?

In a few days.

- Oh...

- No moping.

Now, let's bring you

into the 21st century

and get you a cell phone.

Cocky tried to crow

this morning.

I was in the kitchen when

I heard him in the yard.

At first, I thought

he was hurt.

I know.

- I've heard that. - When they learn,

It takes them a while

to figure it out.

Well, it was pathetic.

- I was embarrassed. - For him.

Oh, he'll learn.

And when he does, he'll do it

all hours of the day.

Not just at dawn

like in the movies.

Gotta love Hollywood, right?

Do you need something?

Are we good?

Stay out of my way and

we'll be just fine.

I don't chase, Summer.

This is not a game.

I am not saying one thing

and meaning another.

Leave me alone.

I was wrong about you.

You're a terrible actress.

Places everyone.

Picture's up.

Rolling.

Rolling...

And...

Action.

It's my money,

and I think I know what

I want to spend it.

Honey...

You don't want to invest

in refreshments.

Let the boys downtown give you

a Certificate of Deposit

for that money.

Or bonds.

Bonds are a great,

safe place

for your little

inheritance to sit.

Don't talk down to me.

- If I wanted to light my money. - And smoke it.

Like your cheap cigars,

I'd do so.

I believe in this product

just as much as you,

and all the other investors.

I want in.

Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.

- Some of the investors. - Aren't wild.

About having a woman on board, Miss Pinkerton.

And what would your opinion

be on the matter?

I love women.

Then again you already

knew that, didn't you.

Miss Pinkerton?

I have no idea what you're

talking about, Mr. Mitchell.

Don't you touch me!

I'm sorry, Country.

I thought you liked it

when I touched you.

Cut!

What the fuck was that?

Ask your golden boy here.

He put condoms in my suitcase.

Is that too racy for

you Southern belles?

Relax, Summer, it's a prank.

Stop it, you two.

I didn't sign on to referee.

Let's wrap for the day.

- It's funny. - It's funny.

Wasn't funny to her.

So did we get it?

I think so.

Despite your best efforts.

She needed her feathers

ruffled a little.

She was getting too tense.

Go ahead.

It's my money,

and I think I know what

I want to spend it.

Honey...

- You don't want to invest. - In refreshments.

Let the boys downtown give you

a Certificate of Deposit

for that money.

Or bonds.

Bonds are a great, safe place

for your little

inheritance to sit.

Don't talk down to me.

- If I wanted to light my money. - And smoke it.

Like your cheap cigars,

I'd do so.

- But I believe in this product. - Just as much as you,

Or any of the other investors.

I want in.

Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.

It's good.

- Her beauty changes. - When she's mad.

Another reason to

push her buttons.

- You want to show him. - The other cut?

Yeah, roll it.

What... what cut?

I have no idea what you're

talking about, Mr. Mitchell.

So?

- What's the purpose. - Of that cut?

It's hot.

I mean, I've got a hard-on

just from watching it.

- Look, Mr. Masten, the other. - Stuff's good,

- But this stuff has emotion. - It's got heat.

- You two look like you're moments. - Away from banging.

Right there on the desk.

He's right.

- And hey, I hate like. - Hell to say it,

But he's right.

- We can't use it, it's too...

- Real?

Ida and Royce hate each other,

that's already in there.

But if we can use that hatred

to make sexual tension,

it'll bring a whole

other element into the film.

And it would bring in

the female viewers who,

right now, we have no draw on,

other than your pretty mug.

She'll never go for it.

Since when does that matter?

- She doesn't have. - Script approval.

Okay, let's do it.

Hi, Gus.

Hey, Summer.

Friendly thing.

- You know, I heard Cole Masten. - Keeps him in the house.

Yeah?

Where'd you here that?

Around.

- Drove in this morning with. - The rooster riding in his truck.

- Good morning. - Hi.

I've put the Sides and the updated Call Sheet in here.

Oh, great. Thank you.

- There is a new scene so you'll probably. - Want to review before your call time.

Okay.

There's a kiss?

What?

There is no love story

between Ida and Royce.

I have read the book.

Three times.

I'm glad someone's read

the damn book.

- It's a movie. The writers are. - Adding some excitement.

- If you were in the business, - you'd know. It's normal.

No, I read the script.

Ida and Royce hate each other.

Why would Royce suddenly push.

Ida against the filing cabinet

and kiss her passionately?

It is stupid!

The passion from their hatred will make it hotter.

No. It's doesn't make it hotter. It makes it stupid.

I swear, if he kisses me,

I will lose it.

Yes, you will.

You'll fall apart

under my mouth, baby.

Please, don't flatter yourself.

I don't even like you.

You can stick these sides.

Well, that went well.

What did you expect?

- We threw this at her. - Without warning.

I told you we should

meet with her this morning,

- go over the changes. - To prepare her.

- But no, you wanted to dump. - It on her.

Via call sheets and sides.

Dump it on her?

I was voted the Hottest.

Man Alive last year.

- It's not like she has. - To mentally adjust.

To a war camp.

How hard can it be to kiss me?

- It's actually three kisses. - And a grope.

I'll go talk to her.

No!

With my luck you two

will make up

and any authenticity to

the scene would disappear.

Just stay away from her.

Cole. Cole! audio gap after.

I want blue.

Red is punchy.

Red looks iconic.

Red is patriotic.

And cut!

All right, yes, come on,

come on, people!

- Time is money, we're. - Burning daylight!

Yep?

I need you in California tomorrow morning.

You've been summoned.

- It's an initial play. - At mediation.

- I've arranged it. - With your director.

Shoot your scene,

then get your ass to L.A.

Good.

This is stupid.

What's the problem, Summer?

Royce gives Ida a car, and in return she kisses him?

It's a peace offering.

Ida would never accept a car,

- and she certainly wouldn't. - Be jumping up and down and.

- Doing this whole pathetic. - Routine you guys.

Have her doing in the script.

It's not pathetic.

It's how women

in the 40s acted.

- You have to realize that. - She is a divorced woman.

Looking for a man.

Royce is giving her a

very generous gift

and when she hugs him

in gratitude,

he goes in for the kiss.

It's logical.

It's logical if she's a woman

- who sits at home. - All day knitting.

It is not logical for.

Ida Pinkerton,

one of the original 67.

Am I the only one

that's read the book?

Scripts are not the book!

It's an adaptation!

She's...

Seriously!

Summer, I've got to get on

a plane in two hours.

Please don't fight me

on this.

You're leaving?

Yeah. I got to go home.

Or rather, Los Angeles

for the night.

My home is under

the control of my ex.

Where are you gonna stay?

That came out wrong.

Never mind.

At a hotel.

- I'm meeting with the lawyers tomorrow about the - divorce.

Can we just please

say our lines

and get this baby wrapped up?

It's not real.

Ida wouldn't do this,

it's not the character.

Then ad-lib it, just like

you guys did in the office.

But in return,

I need a kiss.

A kiss?

Yes, I know.

Painful.

Trust me, Country, I'm not

looking forward to it

anymore than you are.

Liar.

Yes, baby, and so are you.

-Let's roll.

-Lock it down.

Do you mind watching.

Cocky for me while I'm gone?

Uh... of course.

I just don't want him

to be alone.

I could take him over

to my place.

Or I could come

over to yours.

Yeah, if you don't mind.

- It's better for Cocky.

- Yeah.

And action!

Well, Miss Pinkerton,

what do you think?

Very impressive.

Do you decorate all your new

cars with bows, Mr. Mitchell?

Just for you.

Me?

Yes, it's red.

I'm a woman, Mr. Mitchell,

not colorblind.

You're also not very

appreciative.

It's soda bottle red.

I had the dealership mix

the color just for you.

How very generous of you.

Where's my car?

This is your new car.

I'm not deaf, colorblind,

or stupid.

I can see that

the car is red.

However, you are of

the misunderstanding

that I would be happy

to accept this from you.

Well, indeed,

that is my misunderstanding, Miss Pinkerton.

But I am glad that for once

today, we are on the same page.

Where's my car?

The black Ford.

Well, I'm not

entirely sure.

Could you focus on

that matter at hand?

- Get it back.

- You don't want it back.

You don't know what I want.

I know you want this.

I mean what I said,

Mr. Mitchell.

About what?

I don't want it.

And us?

I don't want the car

and I'd appreciate it

if you got mine back.

Understood, Miss Pinkerton.

Enjoy your long walk home.

And cut.

- Beautiful! - We got it!

Cole, great job!

Go catch your plane!

Hi, Cocky. Hello.

Hello?

Hey, It's Cole.

I thought I'd check and see if

your new cell-phone is working.

It's working.

Summer?

Hmmm?

Did you just fall asleep?

Uh-huh.

Do you know how many girls

would kill for me to call them?

- The studios run giveaways and shit like this all the - time,

And millions sign up.

Girls. Not women.

You know, I used to want a

belly button ring.

I'm not a belly button ring.

Mmm-hmm.

Where are you right now?

Which room?

Yours.

I hope that's okay?

What are you wearing?

Oh, no.

Cole Masten, I am not

doing this with you.

I'm asking purely out

of concern for Cocky.

He's never seen a naked

woman before.

I worry about his

poultry hormones.

Poultry hormones?

Please.

And Cocky is just fine.

I'm not naked.

I'm wearing underwear.

And a tank top?

No.

I was hot.

And I'm going back to sleep.

No. You shouldn't.

This is wrong.

Summer.

I am rock hard and

all I can think about

is you in my bed.

Please...

Don't torture me by

hanging up the phone.

You're thinking of me?

I've been thinking

about you all day.

- I wish you were here so. - You could reach over.

And feel me right now.

I've never done this before, Cole.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything...

just touch yourself.

Have you ever

touched yourself before?

Yes. I've been single

for three years.

I can get myself to orgasm

pretty quickly.

I want to be with you so badly.

I know. Me too.

I wish...

That it didn't end so quickly.

I've thought about it...

All the time.

You have?

Yes. Yes.

Tomorrow night.

Stay at my house.

The minute I get off the plane

I will drive there,

and I will pin you down on

my bed and worship you.

And I won't let you up until

my mouth is imprinted

on your mind...

And your taste is

my middle fucking name.

Good-night, Mr. Masten.

It's for the movie.

No. This is different.

I've known you for 13 years.

How serious are you about her?

Serious? She's my co-star.

Please, with Nadia's team

breathing down my neck

and that Rottweiler

of an attorney you tied me to

threatening my nuts in a jar

if I so much as unzip my pants?

What is this,

some sort of rebound or...

I wouldn't do that to her.

To Summer?

Fuck me.

Are you in love with her?

The mediation's starting

soon. We should go.

Fine.

Whoa. Who let you in?

- This is supposed. - To be a private...

- Get the fuck out of here. - Let me talk to my client alone.

That's just... Go make sure

no one else gets in here.

Okay.

I really don't

feel like listening

to one of your lectures today.

Is your assistant correct?

If this is something else,

then just let me know.

- We could attack this. - From a different side.

What are you talking about?

Look, I've been told to stay away from someone

before.

Made me chase her down

like she was some kind

of wounded gazelle.

She ended up being my soul mate.

So now you're saying

that I can date her?

I'm saying that I need

to know what's going on

so I can control the media

and more importantly the judge

and Nadia's take on it.

I can't do my job

- if you're. - Keeping things from me.

Honestly, I don't know

what's going on with this girl.

That's the truth.

Cole will get the boat, plane,

the Montana ranch,

and The Fortune Bottle.

Nadia will get the California

and Hawaii real estate.

All bank accounts will go

to their respective owners,

with joint accounts

split equally.

Nadia, do you agree with

the basics of this agreement?

I suppose so.

-Yes.

-Cole, do you agree

with the basics

of this agreement?

I do.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to get back to the set.

Shooting a movie

with a no-name and nobody.

I guess I did hurt you

more than I imagined.

Best of luck to you, Nadia.

I can't do this.

Summer.

Ms. Pinkerton, it seems to me

that you have a bit

of an attitude problem.

Coming to my office,

telling me

how to run my business

isn't quite how we do

business over here in Quincy,

now is it?

I must tell you that after every time you've been in

here,

I've felt...

This is bullshit.

Learn your marks

and stay on them.

Well, you changed your marks

five times

in the past two hours.

If you'd make up your mind,

there wouldn't be a problem.

You touch me again,

I'll put you on your mark

and hold you there.

Okay, Summer, Cole,

let's take five.

Can we get... Brecken, not now.

We're filming.

Press issues can wait.

No, no. This cannot wait.

What's the problem?

It's not with you.

It's with Summer.

How do I not know this?

How do we not know this?

We didn't think we needed

to do a full work-up on her.

I mean, look at her.

We ran background, criminal,

- porn searches, - did the blood work.

Everything came back clean.

It wasn't a big deal.

It was a long time ago.

So this is something

you already know about?

-The rehearsal dinner?

-No.

The rehearsal dinner

from hell.

- Why didn't you tell us. - About this?

Clear the room. I need

to talk to Summer alone.

You should have told us.

We can control something

that we knew about.

This we can't control.

Right now,

every tabloid in America

has somebody getting

on a plane to Quincy.

When they get here,

they're going to find

every single friend of yours

and every chatty Cathy

and talk to them.

I don't care.

You will care.

You may not care

right this very second,

but trust me, you will care.

I have been an outcast

in this town for three years.

You think I care

about what some soccer mom

in Nebraska thinks of me?

It's not just soccer moms

in Nebraska.

It's everyone in the industry.

Yeah, well, I think

this industry is bullshit.

This is a one-off thing

for me.

After this, I'm leaving.

You get a lead role

in a feature film,

- and you're just. - Going to disappear?

Yeah.

You're unlike any other

woman I have ever met.

Thank you.

Whether you value

your reputation or not,

you need to talk to Brecken.

Let her do her thing.

You may have to go on

a couple of talk shows.

- Just tell your side. - Of the story.

- No, I don't want. - To talk about it.

You don't want to talk

about it on camera?

- Or you don't want. - To talk to me?

Why do you care?

I need to know

if I should have ambulances

on speed-dial for my crew.

I wouldn't be worried

about the crew.

I'd be more worried

about yourself,

Mr. Masten.

Don't do that.

Don't call me that.

Not here.

Then where...

Mr. Masten?

I'm not playing this game

with you.

I showed up

at the house last night

- with an erection. - The size of Texas,

And you weren't there.

I'm here right now.

Not here.

I did a half-assed job

with you the last time.

I'm not going to make

that mistake again.

And I do care, Summer.

Will you just

stop pushing me away?

- You could use a friend. - Right now.

A friend?

Can you stop hating me

for just ten minutes

-and let me in?

-I don't hate you.

You like me?

And it terrifies me.

Perhaps you and I are more similar that I thought.

We both react rather

passionately to betrayal.

I did try to kill a man

with a porcelain elephant.

Tell me what happened.

It was crazy

what I did that night.

- Three days before my wedding, - I found out.

My fiancé was sleeping

with my maid of honor.

It turns out I was just about the last person in town

to find out.

- Should have called off. - The wedding.

But I didn't.

If a kid or a stupid adult

or an animal ate something

that they shouldn't,

we give them Ipecac.

Oh, it caused a violent vomiting spell

that got out all the nasty.

So it was very easy to set up.

The restaurant was serving

crème brulée for dessert,

topped with a medley

of berries.

I'd like to say I hesitated,

but that would be a lie.

Two days of pent-up anger,

an hour of polite

dinner conversation

with false friends.

It all pushed me

to my actions.

It was evil what I did...

in front of everyone...

especially in Quincy,

where appearances matter.

The town never forgave me.

That was my last moment

of glory in the Quincy sun.

You don't need them.

I know I don't.

And that is why

I'm taking my money

and starting a new life.

That's why you asked

about the money right away.

My ticket to freedom.

One of the most appealing

things about you, Country,

is your freedom.

As infuriating as it has been,

you always say

and act how you feel.

I want to propose something.

It's Friday night.

We don't have to work tomorrow.

Spend the night with me,

and for the next 24 hours

no fighting.

Just us together.

Okay.

Cole, Summer,

we need to deal with this!

Tonight, my place.

I'll handle this.

You came.

Yeah.

I brought condoms.

I have condoms. Thank you.

Where's your bag?

I didn't bring one.

I thought...

You're staying the night.

Are you hungry?

I grilled up some steaks.

Steaks?

We don't have to eat.

No, no. Steaks are great.

Yeah, I can make some sides.

Do you like okra?

I've never had okra.

Well, you're in for a treat,

city boy.

He's a good chicken. filled in audio drop-out from script.

Rooster.

He comes from good stock.

His mama is beautiful.

You know his mom?

I don't know if knowing

is the right word,

but she definitely

seems to recognize me

when I take her treats.

When I asked the feed store

about treats,

I got laughed out of there.

We can just leave these.

The girl's coming on Monday.

Monday? It is Friday.

I'm not leaving a sink

full of dirty dishes.

Let's just clear the food off

and set the plates

down on the counter.

Focus.

How so you think the scenes

are going between us?

Cole.

Come here.

I've been dreaming of this moment for two months.

Summer.

Summer.

Summer.

I want dessert, city boy.

I had you for dessert.

I want something sweet.

You taste sweet.

I want chocolate

and whipped cream.

I think Cocky wants to go out.

Chocolate?

You're incredible, Summer.

Scott just got scared

of your beauty,

your strength,

and that incredible

fucking mouth of yours.

He felt insecure,

so he chose a woman

that he felt superior to.

And I just won't ever

cheat on you.

Cole, I see you.

My God, you put up a lot

of layers of asshole

just to keep people out.

But I see the real you.

It's not asshole.

It's me.

No. No, it isn't.

This is you.

Perfect.

I love this you.

And I love your asshole

self, too.

I'm addicted.

I haven't been able to stop

thinking about you

since the moment

you opened your door.

Or thinking about this.

Or these.

And most of all,

I'm addicted to you.

And I can't stop.

I don't think I can ever stop.

Ready to put Brecken's

lessons to use?

No.

First rule of Hollywood,

babe...

The gods don't ask permission,

so be yourself

and don't forget to smile.

It's scary as hell.

I'm assuming, since you've squatted yourself

on this personal property,

- you know this. - Beautiful woman beside me.

But what you don't know

is that she's mine,

and if you fuck with her,

you fuck with me.

And if I'm ever so lucky

as to get her to marry me,

everyone here is invited.

We'll be serving crème brulée,

so make sure you eat up.

A joke, babe...

except the marriage part...

because I love you.

Well, look at all these visitors.

Y'all hungry

for some tea and biscuits?

Because I'm going to bring

some out lickety-split.

You're in this huge movie now,

- and you're just... - Everything seems so...

- Good luck. I'll see you. - At the Oscars this year.

- -Okey-dokey. Thank you. - -For sure. All right.

-Thank you so much.

-Summer, you're just lovely.

Eat, honey.

That's Hollywood.

They're great. They're great.

Did you hear?

The Fortune Bottle

is up for several awards,

including Best Picture.

Summer made that movie

what it is.

Oh, I ran into Shelley,

and she said she thinks

Scott and Bobbi Jo

are getting a divorce.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he cheated on her,

just like he did

to our poor Summer.

Amen. Amen.