All language subtitles for The.Long.Game.2024]

They all said I'd kill it

when I moved from
Nebraska to Hollywood.

They were right.

I ran. I ran
away, screaming for help.

- Did help come?
- No!

I was alone.

Alone with that awful
thing that had been David.

I was just another
small-town girl with big star dreams,

one of thousands of hopefuls
trying to make it as an actress.

That's why I wanted to forget.

I'd literally taken
the bus to Hollywood.

Forever.

I know you'd think lunch meat,

but you don't know me.

End scene.

End scene, yes. Uh, end scene.

What's going on, Holly?

That wall is back up again.

Really?

Yes, really.

When I did my scene
in Heat with Al Pacino

He had
three lines with Al Pacino.

The intensity was incredible.

And that's what
you need to find here.

He gave me 150% with every line.

Every time.

Clay, um,
how do you feel? In or out?

In. Like totally there.

Well, agreed. And I can see
why they booked you on CSI.

Let's give him some love.

Come on.

- There you go, yeah. Huh?
- That's it. Right.

Uh, no. Okay.

You really locked in with
that medical way of thinking.

- Right.
- Nice. Holly?

I felt in. I really did.

Well, I'll keep
giving you the same note.

Find and show
your vulnerability. All right?

I'm gonna ask
that you and Clay keep working.

If you're gonna use
this for the showcase,

it's gotta be better.

I strongly suggest
you book a private lesson.

Private lesson.

If I'd taken one and
fucked him like everyone else,

he'd tell me
the scene was perfect.

Hey, we gotta nail that scene
for the showcase down.

There's two
casting directors coming.

Yeah, totally, but I,
uh, we don't wanna just recreate the movie,

we gotta make it our own thing.

There was a movie. Is it good?

Yeah.

Gore Vidal, Montgomery Clift,
Katharine Hepburn?

- Yeah?
- Elizabeth Taylor? You tell me.

Hey, we should go back
to my place and Netflix it.

We can rehearse
and smoke some pot.

Clay actually
thinks this is original.

Can't, I got work at 5:00.

No, it's good pot.

I know what that's code for.

Ah, yeah.

But let's find a time
to rehearse tomorrow, okay?

Yeah.

I'd been in Los Angeles a year

and still hadn't booked
anything more than a small part

in a movie
that never got released.

I was living paycheck
to paycheck on the good weeks,

barely making my rent
and student loan payments.

Sometimes I'd
drive up into the Hills

to look at
the mansions built way back

during the silent screen era,

before Beverly Hills was just
a gleam in a developer's eye.

I'd imagine what it would
be like to have money like that,

and then I'd remind myself,

it's just a matter of time.

Here in LA,
everyone raved about yoga,

But I preferred
to relax the American way.

They say if a gun
shows up in the first act,

you'll see it in the third.

One thing's for sure,

an hour of target practice
was what I needed

to get through
a night of slinging pasta.

I was working
the 5:00 to 11:00 shift at Orzo,

a restaurant that catered
to Eastside hipster types.

Men with leather jackets
that cost more than my rent.

Women with perfect
complexions and $300 haircuts.

You'd think they could
leave me a decent tip,

but they looked at me
like I was a piece of furniture.

We'll take the Bolognese.

Thank you.

It was a night like
any other, until I saw him.

Hi, I'm Holly. Can I get
you something to drink?

What do you recommend?

We have a great
Barolo by the glass.

I'll have the classico.
Any specials tonight?

Yes, we have
an ossobuco alla Milanese,

a butternut squash ravioli

with a butter sage sauce,

and an ahi tuna
carpaccio with arugula.

So Holly, would you say the, uh,

the ahi or the ossobuco?

Why do I have the feeling
that if I say the ahi,

you'd order the osso?

Do I really seem that contrary?

Tell me, um,
what's your favorite movie?

Um, Out of the Past, but
the 1947 version, of course.

That's impressive.

They say that the day you die,

your name is written on a cloud.

Exactly.

It was the bottom of
the barrel and I scraped it.

- No way.
- Waitress?

Um, so the ahi is very popular,

but I personally
prefer the osso.

Okay, great.
Then I will have the tuna.

- Great choice.
- Thank you.

- May I?
- Oh, please.

I'll be right
back with your classico.

It got busy then.
People and wine and opinions.

Big steaming bowls of pasta.

I decided to have
a little fun and fuck with him

by switching out his entree.

Perfect.

Maybe that was my first mistake.

- Enjoy.
- Ah!

Hey, can I get
another carafe of...

He watched me like
a hawk watches a mouse.

You holding up?

Yes. It's better
for me when it's busy.

Fuck table eight.

They drop 300 on dinner
and leave me 10 bucks.

- Assholes.
- I need two mojitos.

Who the fuck
drinks mojitos anymore?

Oh, do you guys know anybody
who's looking for an apartment?

My roommate just
booked a series and moved out

and I really need somebody
by the end of the month.

I mean, I can ask around.

Thank you.

Hey, he's been
watching you all night.

- Creeper?
- Hmm, harmless.

He's rocking that male pattern
baldness though.

Anything else?

Uh, an espresso, please.

I'm Richard, by the way.

How was the osso?

It was a little fishy.

Uh, excuse me, but you've, um,
you've got a spot exactly there.

Can I get
you something for dessert?

No, just the espresso.
And the check.

Fuck it.

I left the spot
right there on my chest.

I didn't care what he thought.

He was trying to throw me,

but I wasn't that type of girl.

Not even then.

Anything else?

I am, uh, heading
over to the Hillhurst.

Why don't
you join me for a drink

when you're done here, huh?

I can't. I have
to wash my shirt.

There was something about him.

I can't say what it was,

but when he left the place
went flat, like old soda pop.

For some reason,
I couldn't get the guy

at table eight out of my mind.

He was old, but he wasn't
a needy, struggling actor,

and I was in a weird mood.

He intrigued me.

What the hell?

I could use a free drink

and it wasn't like
I was gonna fuck him.

Did you get the spot out?

Out, out, damn spot.

How you liking in LA?

It was intended to startle me,

like using my name.

But it was such an easy bet,

everyone here was
from somewhere else.

Can I have a whiskey neat?

- LA?
- Mm-hmm.

I like it.

I like every
fucking thing about it.

Where you from?

Uh, right here, actually.

Bullshit.

Hm, no, uh,
went to, uh, Marshall.

Must be a mile away,
it's a little nostalgic already.

Um, King Junior and, uh,
Franklin Avenue Elementary.

It's hard to picture
you as a kid.

I was a difficult child.

Never lived up to my potential.

I bet you that
you were a little angel.

Suddenly I knew.

He was or had been an actor.

Hell, everything
he said had a character's name

written above it.

I did well. I was valedictorian.

Played flute in
the marching band.

And then you decided to act

at, um, Champaign-Urbana

or, um, Lawrence, Kansas?

I'd have thought
you'd assume I'm from Chicago.

You have this, uh,
flat Midwestern twang.

Just a soupçon of
corn fields and apple pie.

That's Hastings, all right.

Now you're here, trying
to break into the big time.

How's your climb of fame going?

It seems they tore
Schwab's down a while back,

but nobody told me.

Naturally you take class, Boyd Stocker?
- Chris Valente.

- Oh, ballet on 3rd Street?
- Tap.

You've come close,

but so far the star
never broke her ankle.

I have an acting
showcase coming up.

Casting directors, agents.

Showcase?

Well, those are a dime a dozen,
but I think you'll catch on.

You have this spark. An edge.

So why'd you stop acting?

What is this,
this fascination with acting?

Seeing where our personalities
line up with those fictional characters

and then...
just fusing them with life.

I don't know.

Got tired of
dredging up all that life.

Okay. So what do
you do now, high and climbing?

A number of things.
I, uh, I coach.

I'm writing a, a book, actually.

"The Three Essential Musts
of Successful Actors."

- Musts?
- Yeah. You know, uh

must do this, must do that.

But yeah, I don't wanna
talk about it and jinx it.

Of course not.

I will tell you this though.

The first thing I tell my actors

is that actors have
to have interesting lives.

To just try crazy things.

Do you like to try
crazy things, Holly?

Oh boy. Here we go.

Damn if I wasn't fascinated.

Do you like animals?

Excuse me?

I, uh, I have this problem, um.

I found this dog...

- Mm-hmm.
- And I need to return it.

Okay, so why don't you?

Um, well, it's not that simple.

Um, the dog
belongs to Mariah McKay.

- Do you know who that is?
- Sure. The bad girl Brooke Shields.

Well, I, I saw the name

- Uh-huh.
- And address on the tag

and uh, well,
I was gonna return it,

but then I started to wonder,

what if she,
you know, thinks I stole it?

It's a problem, don't you think?

It's only a problem
if you want a reward,

otherwise,
just be a good neighbor.

But I'm not such
a good neighbor, Holly,

I really do want the money.

I mean, if you saw
a couple of thousand bucks

on the ground,
wouldn't you pick it up?

I'll let you know when
I pawn my Girl Scout badges.

You do realize I'm
a little too old for you, right?

I think you flatter
yourself, Richard.

You're way too old for me.

I was running down on Wayne
when I found a dog.

More of an uptick to ya.

I was running down on
Wayne when I found a dog.

- That's perfect.
- I don't know.

I think she's gonna
see me and think I stole him.

She's not like that.

Trust me, you're
the one that should do this.

The little dog
had a tag that said Gilbert,

with an address
and phone number,

but nowhere did it say
he belonged to Mariah McKay.

Richard's story stunk.
But so what?

He fucked like an angel.

And I could use the money.

What?

Yes, I was, um, running
down on Wayne and I found a dog.

Hold on.

Oh! Why, mister,
where have you been?

You had me worried sick.
Oh, you rascal.

I'd assumed
it was the maid at the door.

Maybe an assistant.
It was Mariah McKay herself.

What the hell was she doing
answering her own door?

He got out of
the backyard somehow.

I haven't been able
to find the hole yet.

Thank you so much.

No problem, really.

I hope you don't
mind me saying this,

but um, I've
seen all your movies.

I mean, Riverside 88,
Circus Dreams, Morning Glory.

I mean, you are
one of my heroes.

Acting, uh. I prefer animals.

They never act,
they very authentic.

What's your name, baby?

Holly.

Hmm, Holly? Very Christmasy.

I just, uh, made some coffee.
You want some?

Sure. That'd be great.

Okay.

Midwestern rule
number one, accept any food

or drink offered graciously.

She'd made a ton
of money in the 80s,

but it looked like
she hadn't held onto it.

She could probably cough
up a hundred, but thousands?

Of all the dogs to steal,
why had Richard picked Mariah's?

Poor kiddo.
You must be starving.

Have you been here a long time?

Oh, 20 years or more.

Ah, I always give
him a little yogurt,

you know, for probiotics.

You gotta pay attention
to your gut health.

Here you go, baby. There you go.

So how long
have you been in town?

Um, about a year.

It's harder
than I thought though,

I just lost a roommate.

Nah, chapter and verse.

Been there and done that.

I tell ya, uh...

Here.

You might not
believe it, you know,

but these,
these are the good times.

Have you got an agent?

Ah, yes, but
not a very good one.

Ah, well hang in there.

A lot of people
give up and go home.

So you just have
to outlast that mob.

Good advice, but what I wanted

was a thousand bucks
for returning her dog.

Yeah, I thought I'd
be further along by now,

but um, I'm still
waiting tables down at Orzo.

Orzo? Nah,
that's not a bad place.

I like their ossobuco.

Yeah, we had it last night.

I don't mind working there,
it's just

the tips aren't as good
as you'd think they'd be.

Don't overplay the poverty.

Remember, Midwestern
rule number two. No hyperbole.

Oh, it's tough.

You know,
I really, really very grateful

that you brought Gilbert back.

A lot of people
wouldn't have bothered.

Mm. It's no bother, really.

Ah, you know, I, um,

I can't offer much,

but uh, I was
thinking of hiring someone

to help organize my stuff.

And you seem
like a competent woman.

Do you think
you'd wanna help me?

Sure. That'd be great, um...

Yeah. Just let me check
my work schedule.

Okay.

Hey! Did it work?

No. And I was the friendliest
young thing you ever did see,

but she doesn't
have any money, Richard.

That place is
falling down around her.

It's not that bad.

- Did Mariah actually tell you she didn't have any money?
- She didn't have to.

I mean, I was practically
choking on the mold.

Oh, correction,
she does have some money.

Enough to offer me a shitty job
sorting through our debris.

Way to bury the lead.

No, but seriously,
think about it.

This is a fantastic opportunity.

Don't fuck with me.

No, seriously. Think about this.

I did think about it. I actually gave it
the five seconds of thought it deserves

and had exactly two thoughts.

A, it'll be depressing as hell.

And B, she'll probably
offer me like 10 bucks an hour.

All right, Holly,
you are way too smart

to not see
the side benefits here.

Side benefits to being
an old white woman's maid?

No. No, no.

Do you have any idea how much she brings in
in residuals? I mean, her back end deals?

She has to do a minimum
amount of business, right?

You'll come into
contact with agents,

casting directors,
maybe even directors.

This is an in.

People are gonna notice you.

No, I'm serious.

They can't help it.

You already got me into bed.

All right,
imagine what might happen

if you got Mariah McKay to come

to your acting showcase.

My acting teacher doesn't think

my scene is good enough yet.

Well, it will be
after I coach you on it.

Gratis, of course.

Trust me, when
you charm your way

into a movie star's house,

that's magic.

You're magic.

So wait, wait.

The short bald guy?

And you went through with it?

Yes. And it was kind of amazing.

I mean, as long as
you kept your eyes closed.

So what does he do?

Um, I don't know.
I think he used to be an actor,

but now he like
writes or coaches or...

No, no. No,
what does he do in bed?

Right.

It's like he barely ever came,

but he got me off like 20 times.

20?

Yeah, well,
I don't know, I lost count.

Uh, I'm sorry,
you were counting?

Yeah, but at
a certain point I had to stop.

Wow. Older guys, huh?

- I'm kind of into it.
- It's fuckin' hot.

Ladies! Time to lean,
time to clean.

Bitch.

I re-watched Mariah's best
movies before I went over again.

She'd been dazzling,
dangerous, and sexy.

Now she lived in a messy house
and only talked to her dog.

Oh! Wasn't sure you'd show.

Um, these were out front.
Do you want them there?

Nah. You know, Jesus
didn't just die on the cross.

He actually traveled.

- What?
- Hmm. History Channel.

You can learn all
sorts of things on there.

Woods, a weapon, both subtle and

Where do you want me to start?

Ah, well, most
of this stuff goes

in the closet in my bedroom.

Up the stairs on the left.

A strict diet...

Great.

Victorian.

Mariah didn't go out,
the world came to her.

Three years of brand-new clothes
still in their boxes.

It took a week
to organize it all.

And then there was the mail.

Do we wanna keep magazines?

Only if they're this year.

You know, I...
I-I'm hardly in this book.

What?

Look.

That's an amazing photo.

I have seen much better.

Okay, here we go.

Residual check? Yep.

$2 and 47 cents.

Oh wow!

You see, that's what happens

when you have a movie
play on TV for 30 years.

I'd done enough sorting by now

to know that most
of her residual checks

were in the thousands.

She'd had money, all right.

And a house full of empty rooms
waiting to be used by someone.

It's something, right?

It's something
when Harry Dean Stanton

sticks his finger up your ass,

but it's not good, baby.

No, don't put it there.

There was,
it's been broken forever.

Oh. Um, you just need
to re-drill the screws.

It's an easy fix.

Uh, my dad made sure
I knew my way around a toolbox.

Ah, like your character
in Morning Glory does.

Patsy.

Yeah, I liked her.
She was, she was strong.

Oh, she was more than
strong. She was kick-ass.

- Yeah.
- Oh, and um,

your cousin in the movie.

- Jethro.
- Jethro!

I had a roommate lined up
who looked just like him.

Really? That's horrible.

He backed out. I've got
like a week to find someone.

You know, um, I have a room.

II never thought
about renting it to anyone,

but you're a nice kid.

Seriously? I...

Don't get
excited until you see it.

Did you know cyanide
occurs naturally in peach pits?

- What?
- Mm, Science Channel, special on poisons.

Uh, all right, clearly
it's, it's a lot of crap,

but uh, once it's
cleared out, it's really,

it's really, really cute.

Mm-hmm.

How much would you want for it?

Well, I suppose
the first month or so,

uh, we could consider it trade
when you do the work.

So I'd be cleaning your house

and living in
the maid's quarters?

No! I mean,
don't put it like that.

Yeah, it would be a regular
landlord/tenant situation.

Let's say, thousand a month,

after you finished
all the organizing.

A thousand bucks a month
couldn't get me a closet in Koreatown.

And this was
a mansion in the Hills.

But it was Richard who really
saw the opportunities.

But seriously, I mean,
it's the maid's quarters.

It's a room in an oversized
house owned by a movie star.

Yeah, if you saw her now,
you would not be saying that.

You know what your problem is?

- You're too Midwest.
- What?

Too scared of getting
outta your comfort zone.

An actor has to have
new experiences to draw from.

Let me ask, that's
one of the three musts.

Yes, it is. The three musts.

- Must survive.
- Mm-hmm.

Must be great
at the craft of acting.

- Yes.
- Must network.

Ah, must survive.

That's the number one must.

That means you gotta
have food, roof over your head,

um, gas,
that shit takes money, right?

I mean, if you're living there,

you might be able to find things

that she wouldn't
notice if they went missing.

You're bad.

That's why you like me.

It took two days to
clean out the maid's quarters,

but only 20 minutes
to pack up my apartment.

I sold all my furniture
on Craigslist.

All that was left
were my clothes, my laptop,

and, of course, my gun.

Okay.

Mm, okay,
another box of scripts.

Let me see. Oh, oh God!

My first film, Camp Massacre.

I think I do the lines.

"Brad, is that you?
Oh, stop fooling around." Eh?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Oh wow.

Wait, I literally
just saw the magazine cover

of you wearing that.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I was
doing publicity for 1982.

A lousy romantic comedy
I did with Kurt Russell.

And for that
I passed up Blade Runner.

Sean Young's part?

Well, it wasn't Harrison Ford's.

Well, I'm sure
you had a good reason.

Yeah, a bigger paycheck.

Seemed like
a good reason at the time.

I'd assumed
it was costume jewelry.

The kind of stuff you'd
find in a cracker jack box.

It's not like we had a Tiffany's
in Hastings, Nebraska.

I felt like, nah,

I felt invincible in this shoot.

Ah, well.

Keep that.

Mariah!

Well, what is it, baby?

Um, we need traps
because you have rats.

Oh, no. Oh, I've got traps.

You can put 'em out tonight.

Here, I keep 'em under here.

They're the, uh,
anti-cruelty kind.

You see the,
the rat goes in after the food

and the door closes behind it,

and then you take 'em
out back and, uh, let 'em go.

I mean, if
they're not in the house,

well, why hurt
the poor little fellas?

Releasing the rats
would just give them a chance to come back.

I was gonna handle
this the Nebraska way.

Do you wanna come over tonight?

The mattress is so old I had to
put two pairs of sheets on it, but

Ah, ew, no.

And besides,
I do not wanna disrupt

your budding relationship
with the screen legend.

- Oh yeah, right.
- I'm serious. You still don't get it, do you?

I'm just the first person
who's been nice to her in years.

Well, exactly. Exploit that.

Tell me more about what you saw
at the house, in the maid's quarters.

She has these amazing dresses.

Props, old scripts.

I found a letter
from Stanley Kubrick.

Get out. Anything more valuable?

- Actually, yeah.
- Yeah?

She has way more money
than we thought. I mean

- Tell me.
- She wears these around the house.

The jewelry, not the dress.

- She wears emeralds?
- Yeah. Every single day.

I mean, I thought
they were glass, you know, junk.

- But they're not.
- Mm-mm.

I bet you she's gotten
quite a bit over the years.

Do we really think
it's a good idea for me

to steal from my rich landlady?

Steal? Who said
anything about stealing?

More like, you know, liberate.

I couldn't resist.
I had to try on Mariah's dress.

How's it look?

Well, I didn't think
it was gonna fit, but it does.

Wow.

I haven't been able
to say that in 15 years.

Something's off though.
Uh, it looked better on you.

Oh. Well, you've
got the legs for it.

But my tits
were a little better.

We can do something about that.
Oh, hang on.

I had
a jewelry box back in Nebraska.

One of those flimsy
things with a plastic ballerina.

When Mariah took
the key from around her neck

and opened hers, I gasped.

Who knew how
much it was all worth?

I'd never worn anything more
expensive than a $20 necklace.

I got this in Cannes in '92.

Wow.

- These are gorgeous.
- Uh-huh.

Are they real diamonds?

Of course.

The diamonds
hung heavy at my throat.

Over a hundred thousand
dollars right over my pulse.

They felt like
they belonged there.

But not for you.

You need darker lipstick
and earrings,

but, honey,
you look like hot shit.

Which is what we used to say

in my day, hot shit.

I love the dress,
but I don't know,

I don't feel like
it enhances my vulnerability.

That dress? No. Damn!

No, that is
a steal-your-boyfriend, hot-wire-a-car,

get-the-fuck-outta-town dress.

You know, that looks
so good on you, you ought to keep it?

What?

You heard me.

I'm never gonna wear it again.

And so the girl
from Hastings, Nebraska,

got her first designer dress.

You have to promise me
you'll wear it at the party.

What party?

The party
that we're gonna throw.

You know, it's
time to celebrate.

And guess who's gonna be there?
Everybody important.

You could ask some of
your nice little friends too.

I wondered if
she knew anyone under 60.

Still, my friends
would leap at the chance

to come and stare at Mariah.

As for Richard, he'd
wanna check out her jewelry.

Eh, parties aren't my thing.

All the incessant,
uh, small talk

and exchange of inanities,
they just drive me nuts.

You know her, don't you?

- Mariah?
- Yes, Mariah.

I mean, you won't
come to the party,

you'll never
come over to my place,

I always have to come to you.

I mean, our, uh,
our paths may have crossed

back in my acting days, but she was always
on a whole different level than I was.

That's pretty big.

The reason I don't
wanna go to the party

is 'cause of the dog.
I've got asthma.

That dog was in
your apartment for days.

Well, yeah,
a couple days too many too.

Anyways, you don't
want an old Lothario like me

dragging you down.

You know, all those, uh, agents
and directors and producers,

they're gonna wanna
think they got a shot with you,

so you have fun,
just don't fuck 'em.

So do you find out if
she's got more jewelry?

Oh, yes. She's showed
it to me, I mean, I saw it.

Calling it a jewelry box
is an understatement.

It, it's more like a chest.

Get out. Is it, how
easy would it be to get to it?

Impossible.

Midwest, you're killing me.

You're too safe.

I mean, hey, that's
a really fine way to live

if you're a waitress
or a, uh, let's see,

a, um, movie star's,
um, assistant,

but not an actress.

I'm not safe.

You won't even, uh,
steal a pair of earrings.

Says the guy who's too afraid
to come to a party.

With the house looking better,

Mariah was ready
to fling open the doors.

To my surprise,
the party ended up being

a who's who of older Hollywood.

Actors, directors, producers,

they all showed up
to pay homage to Mariah.

♪ If you only give love ♪

♪ And never get love ♪

♪ You'd better let love depart ♪

♪ I know it's so ♪

♪ And yet I know ♪

♪ I can't get
you out of my heart ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Made me leave my happy home ♪

♪ Well ♪

♪ You took my love
and now you're gone ♪

♪ Since I fell for you ♪

Oh gosh!

♪ Love ♪

♪ Brings such misery and pain ♪

Yes, sister.

♪ I guess I'll
never be the same ♪

- Oh, there are the drinks. Thank you.
- Oh, no, I

I'm gonna need
another one of those, please.

♪ Most every night ♪

Come on, come on,
don't be so stingy.

♪ For you ♪

Make it whole.
Thanks.

The guests were one
thing, but give Mariah an audience

and the magic and
the attitude came roaring back.

And after the premiere, when
she walked into the theater,

well, let's just say
all the straight males

wanted to adjust their trousers,
if you know what I mean.

You were,
you were sex on a stick.

- Oh, Andrew!
- It's true. You, you were...

You were a thinking male's
sex-on-a-stick.

Oh! Well.

And then you,
you blew us all away

when you transformed
yourself in Morning Glory.

- Oh, I love Patsy.
- I mean, who doesn't?

- Holly, Holly! Come!
- Yes. Mariah?

Why isn't the Pinot Grigio open?

- Andrew needs a glass.
- Hi. Yes, sure.

Hi, I'm Holly.
I'm so happy you could make it.

Um, yes, the wine, bun.

Sure.

Goddammit, this is
supposed to be our party.

Ugh, I'm a host, not her maid.

Come on, she's a famous
rich white lady.

Well, she's
usually not this bad.

Is she really any worse
than half the people that come into Orzo?

No, but I get paid
to be ignored there.

- Hey, beautiful.
- Hi, Clay.

- How are you?
- Great.

- Good to see you.
- This is so much fun.

Hey, is that that guy
from that movie?

Oh yeah, he's actually really
cool, I can introduce you if you want.

Oh no, that is so fine.
I will just keep pouring.

Thanks. Thank you.

I made a mental note to tell
Mariah to call Merry Maids.

Sorting through
her mail was one thing,

but no way was
I cleaning up this shit.

The house was a wreck.

At least no one
had called the police.

- I had an amazing time.
- Oh, so did I, baby.

I'd call Mariah a cougar,
but with that age difference

she was more like
a saber tooth tiger.

But then again, look at
who I was hooking up with.

Mm.

Coffee's ready.

Hey! I'm good,
but I'll see you in class?

- Yeah.
- I'll see you later.

Okay.

Bye.

Good morning, baby.

I wanted to stay mad at her,

but how could I?

She'd seduced my scene partner
and trashed the house.

She was a teenager
with an AARP card.

I take it you had a good night?

I had a great night.

That little pal of yours, Clay?

He is a cutie pie.

He made me feel
like a new woman,

even if he didn't
know what he was doing.

Did he now?

Yeah, I tell you,
that boy has stamina.

Hm! That he does.

Ha! Oh, holy fuck,
is he your boyfriend?

Clay? No.

- But you've slept with him?
- Once.

Hmm. Well, okay,
there's no problem.

I like you a lot
more than I like him.

He does have
that sort of, I don't know,

speedy rabbit thing going.

There's a reason
I only slept with him once.

Ah! Well, he's young.

He can be trained. I'm patient.

Guess I'm not.

At your age,
you shouldn't have to be.

Uh, about the party.

I know I can be a bear at times.
No hard feelings?

Mariah, you treated
me like a servant in front of my friends.

And you don't think
I paid my dues to be where I am?

How many directors have asked me
to get them a cup of coffee?

- That's not the same thing.
- And I did it.

I did it, because that's
what it takes to get success.

Like a-a-a wolf
willing to gnaw it's paw off

to get out of a trap.

Only afterwards,
you have to look pretty.

No place for
actresses with gnawed-off limbs?

Exactly, darling.

But last night
made me realize something.

I wanna go back.

There has never
been a better time

for women over 45 in this town.

And I wanna work.

I was tempted to remind
her that the last time she'd seen 45,

I was in kindergarten,
but I'm not an idiot.

You and me both.

Hm. No reason
that we can't both be working.

No reason at all.

We? I liked that.

Her jewelry and
house were small time.

If I played my cards right,
I'd get a career.

The long game was
the one worth playing.

So she wore the emeralds?

Yeah.
They were beautiful.

I mean, she cleaned
them and everything.

I... I felt like
a criminal scoping them out.

That's good.

New experience.

So she didn't break out
the other stuff for a party.

Huh! That's interesting.

You're very
focused on her jewelry.

- Did you give her some of it?
- What?

I mean, you obviously know her
more than just in passing.

No, I didn't go
to the party because of the dog.

Oh, Richard, come on.

Really, you wanna
delve into ancient history?

Yes, I mean, Julius Caesar,

the Norman Conquest,
you and Mariah.

We did a movie, like eons ago.

Um, an era called the '80s.

Oh yeah, I think
I've heard about it.

Landline phones,
shoulder pads, cocaine.

What happened between you two?

There's just not much to,
to share, you know?

Why should I tell
you my most intimate stuff

if you won't tell me yours?

You know, you wanna be an actor,

so why don't you break
down that big-ass wall of yours

and tell me the most painful
thing that's ever happened to you?

Oh, and
that's called trauma porn.

You know, it's not
that hard. You just say it.

Then you show me.
You and Mariah, go.

We had a short fling as
co-stars. Well...

What movie?

I haven't found you
in any of her movies on IMDB.

It was a, um, a so-called comedy

called Two for the Show.

I died on
the cutting room floor, alas.

And how did that make you feel?

Okay, all right. Um...

It made me feel foolish

and stupid.

So how was she?

Uh, a gentleman never kisses

Oh, gentlemen kiss
and tell all the time.

How was she?
Was she a good fuck?

Was she better than me?

- Don't do that.
- Do what?

Make it all about sex.

Look, way back in the day,

she had this, this magic,

this magnetism,

this amazing, you just, ah,

you couldn't look away.

Just like you.

Uh, so what did you do then?

I ran. I ran screaming for help.

And did help come?

No, I was alone. Alone with that
awful thing that had been David.

You are flashing your entire
ball sack to the entire world.

It's my secret superpower.

Oh, great to know.

Hi, baby. You up?

Right here!

- Ah, good!
- Morning.

Good morning.

Now I want to go
see my team today.

The Chandler Agency.

So, uh, I need a ride.

You don't drive?

No, honey, are you kidding?

I haven't been
behind the wheel of a car

since Alabama Roadkill.

And that was a picture car.

Okay, well then, can Clay?

No, I can't.
I got an audition at 1:00.

Honey, I meant it when I said
I wanted us to go together.

So come on, get ready.

You ready?

Ah, almost.

Oh, put some lipstick on, honey.
Pop your face.

So I met a man
at Orzo the other night

that says he knows
you from back in the day.

Oh my God, you didn't
give him my address, did you?

No, of course not.

He might have
been bullshitting me,

but um, he says you two
had a fling back in the '80s.

Honey, I'm gonna
need more than that to go on.

I lost track of
my flings around '86.

I mean, he has
these blazing blue eyes.

Short? Named Anthony, intense?

He's intense, he is short too,

but no, his name
is Richard Metzger.

Ah. Mm.

I met a lot of
intense guys back in the day.

I was doing a lot of coke.

So it's possible
he could be right.

Who are all these intense guys?

Oh, sweet baby Jesus,
I can't begin to remember.

The, the good thing about
being Mariah McKay in those days

was how easy it was
to get rid of 'em.

One guy I had the studio
fire from Circus Dreams

after he threatened to kill me.

None of this restraining order
shit for me, thank you very much.

Another one, let's see, I had thrown
out of the house, I had the locks changed.

And I don't want
to start on the arsonist.

The arsonist?

I said I don't wanna start.

No, took me a while,
but I learned my lesson.

I don't want a smart man.

I want a man who is nice,

and dumb, and hung.

Like Clay?

Exactly.

Um, are we good on time?

I don't want
you to miss your appointment.

Honey, I don't need
an appointment.

Yes, it's her.
It's been 20 minutes.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. McKay, um,

Aline is in
a meeting right now and she

About what?

- I'm sorry?
- What is the meeting about,

that it can't be
interrupted by Mariah McKay?

Hurry. She's scary.

That would be great. Thank you.

Ah! You know what I miss?

The days when you can smoke
a cigarette, no questions.

- Oh yeah, equal-opportunity cancer.
- That's her.

Ms. McKay,
if you follow me,

I'll take you to Aline's office.

Can I get you anything to drink?

Coffee, black, sugar.
I asked for it 30 minutes ago.

So you're
Mariah McKay's assistant?

No, I just rent
a room in her house.

That must be nice.

It will be,
once we get rid of the rats.

You know, I think that this
is an exciting new chapter

for all of us.

I just can't believe it.

The, the best
new roles are on TV?

I'm sorry I have to call
you back in five minutes.

No, fine. I promise.

Okay, bye.
Yes, and you know what?

You are so right
for so many of them.

Let's set up meetings
with all the streamers.

A meeting?

To reintroduce
you to a new generation.

Well, I would think that
an Oscar, two Golden Globes,

and a combined
$532 million in box office,

might be introduction enough.

Of course.

How about
Circus Dreams: The Series?

Is that fabulous? You call Hulu.
We're gonna set that up.

Uh, my character dies
at the end of the film?

Well, the writers
will figure that out.

It'll be a prequel or a reboot.
Like a whole reimagining.

Anyway, I'm sure
you wanna beat traffic.

I'd like to introduce
you to Holly Sloan.

You're, are her assistant?
Okay, if you need anything,

I want you to call
my assistant, Thomas. Anything you need.

Uh, no. No, no.

Holly is a very
talented actress.

Newly arrived in LA.

Oh, you're an actress.

If Mariah recommends you,
that means a lot.

It's so good to see you.
I'm so glad that you stopped by.

It was nice to meet you, Holly.
Okay, bye. Let's go.

Hi, sorry.

I pulled
the Circus Dream files from Mariah's agent.

Why was I even thinking
about taking her jewelry?

If my career kicked into gear,
I could buy my own damn diamonds.

Look at that one.

I mean, I'm telling you,
Mariah is quite the collector.

I've counted seven
different diamond pieces alone.

You're researching Mariah?

Yeah, um, just
the stones around her neck.

Don't you think
her introducing me

to her agent
changes things a little bit?

Well, I mean, that's great,

but, I mean,
it's gonna take time, right?

So all I'm saying
is, must survive, right?

Huh, okay, um...

"The Three Musts"
is a pretty shit title.

Okay. Work in progress.

- Hang on.
- Just let it go to voicemail.

No, it's early.
It could still be an audition.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hello?

Hi. Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, sure.
Yes, absolutely, absolutely.

Okay, great.

Who was that?

That was Mariah's agency.

They wanna meet with me.
They might sign me.

It was the biggest
thing to happen for my career

since I'd gotten
off that Greyhound bus,

but Richard was jealous.

He couldn't see
past Mariah's jewels.

At least, that's what I thought.

God, everyone
wanted risotto tonight,

I smell like Parmesan cheese.

Wait, you're
making me lose count.

6, 19.

Stop.

Hey, you coming
to my DJ set this weekend?

Mm-hmm.

Are you too busy
having multiple orgasms

with your old man fuck buddy?

Goodnight, you guys, thank you.
Have a good night.

Okay. All right.

Oh shit. I missed
a call from the Chandler Agency.

Did I tell you about my meeting?

Only about 3,000 times.

Holly, come talk
to me before you leave, okay?

Okay.

They canceled the meeting.

Why?

I don't know. They didn't say.

Here you go, Logan. Fuck.

Fuck! What changed?

Hey, what's up?

There's no easy
way into this, so,

- we're letting you go.
- What?

This was your last shift.

Wait, why?

A customer called
about your attitude.

That's all I'm gonna say.

Danielle, come on, you know me.

I'm a pro. I never lose my cool.

You're losing it right now.

Because you're firing me.

Yes, I am.
We'll mail you your last check.

Oh, hey. Are you, are you okay?

Never better.

Oh. Okay, guess what?

I just got an audition
for American Horror Story.

It's like...

- Congrats.
- Yeah.

Your agent's really
getting you out there.

Yeah. No, I got a new agent,
um, the Chandler Agency.

- Mariah's?
- Yeah, yeah.

She recommended me,
but I asked her not to,

'cause that's not why I'm
hanging out with her, you know?

Oh dear God.

Dumb, sweet Clay
really liked Mariah,

and she had gotten
him an agent instead of me.

So much for my long game.

Right.
Well, have a good night.

Hey.

What's up with you?

God, can you say bad day?

I need a fucking drink.

Okay. Uh, Gin, whiskey?

Pick your poisons.
Swirl 'em together for all I care.

Why you breathing so hard?

I walked here, okay?

I walked here because
I can't afford an Uber.

And my car's radiator hose split

right where I parked it in front of
the restaurant that I used to work at.

Used to, because I got fired
today at the end of my shift,

after some asshole
called to complain about me,

and tomorrow, when I call
a tow truck to pick it up,

I'm gonna have
to look at that fucking place

and their $22 bowls of pasta.

Jeez.

I can't afford
to get my car fixed.

Oh, look, I've got
a little bit of money, I...

Shut up.

And fuck me now.

What was I gonna do for money?

And if an actress
isn't a waitress,

is she even an actress anymore?

Let's do it.

Let's do what?

Let's take Mariah's jewelry.

And not just a necklace.

Enough to really
make a difference.

Well, hold on, why not just,

better take just
a little bit, you know,

and just milk it over time.

No.

You're the one who said I have
to do what it takes to survive.

Packing up my bags
and going back to Nebraska

is not an option.

Hey, hey, hey.

You never have to go back there.

You know what? Fuck Mariah.

Come on, say it.

Fuck her.

Come on. Fuck her.

That's it.

You said she only
wears the emeralds, right?

If some of the other
pieces were to go missing,

do you think she would
even like, would she notice?

No.

She wouldn't even notice.

She wears the key
around her neck.

If I can get it,

if I can take the jewelry
while she's sleeping,

she'll think Clay did it.

Who the fuck's Clay?

My scene partner.

The one who booked the SVU spot,

who signed with her agent,

'cause he did the smart
thing and started fucking her.

I come home tonight
and they're just going at it.

Is he there,
is he there every night?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Since the party.

Do you know where he lives?

That, um, that old
building on the corner

of, uh, Franklin and Gower.

We, we could...

What do you think
if we were to, um...

What do you think if we were
to plant some jewelry there?

Do you think he'd
make a good fall guy?

Oh, you're bad.

Yeah, but
that's why you like me.

Well, when I'm done with her,
we could throw her back into the gutter.

Some people might feel bad

for what we were
going to do to Clay.

- End scene.
- Not me.

Everything had
come so easy for him.

Clay, fantastic work as always.

You have this, um,

Pacino-esque quality.
This intensity that

Well, things were
gonna start coming easy for me.

So what if Mariah had
helped Clay and screwed me over?

I'd take her jewelry.

Must number one, must survive.

What the hell?

Your old headshot. Explain.

Where'd you find that?

You changed your name.

So? A ton of
actors change their names.

You didn't tell me. Lying
by omission is still lying.

No, my name is Richard Metzger.

Uh, here's my
license and registration.

I just don't talk about it.

Well, you do now.

You weren't in
Two for the Show with her,

you were in Circus Dreams.

We jumped into bed 15 minutes
after our first rehearsal.

It was intense,
it was crazy. That's it.

Bullshit, that's not it.

She was fucking clingy,
helpless, a psycho bitch.

Yeah, I broke it off.

Okay, so Mariah
is a lot of things,

but honey, she's not
a fucking psycho bitch.

Stop lying to me, Richard.

What the fuck, Holly?

Okay.

What are you doing?

I will not take
a piece of that jewelry

until you tell me
what your deal is with her.

She, uh, she got me
kicked off the movie.

I wasn't in a single frame.

All right, it was
fucking humiliating.

Mariah, uh, she killed
my career, so I changed my name,

I went to New York, I did
plays for like three years,

came back here, nothing.

Couldn't get
one fucking meeting!

Who'd you tell about this?
Who'd you tell about my name?

No one.

Fuck.

Fuck, man. I might as well
just burn my book!

Yeah, I mean...

Finally, the truth.

Richard was the guy Mariah
had thrown off Circus Dreams.

He'd threatened her
and she destroyed his career,

just like she was doing to me.

Now he wanted reimbursement
for a lost life.

No wonder he was
so obsessed with her.

Fuck that bitch.

Come on, say it.

Yeah, fuck her.

We'll steal the jewelry.

We'll make it right with her.

I just have to figure
out how to get the key.

Leave that to me.

Morning, sleepy head.

Good morning.

Mm, what is this?

Breakfast. All kinds of flavors.

Uh, you got your, um,

your...
fluffernutter.

- Mm-hmm.
- Your, um, lemon raspberry.

- Mm-hmm.
- And maple bacon.

My favorite.

I can't tell if this
is disgusting or delicious.

Well, which is a sign
of greatness right there.

Possibly.

Well, you know, this
feels like a significant moment.

What?
You getting breakfast?

Me not sneaking out
in the cover of darkness.

You know,
I guess planning a felony

does that for a relationship.

Well, diamonds too,
marks education.

And Mariah has some great ones.

Oh, she does.

This is,

this is how we get the key.

- What is that?
- Crushed-up benzos.

Mix them with
her and Clay's drink,

and um, sleepy time.

Can you, um, can you do that?

Easy.

Mariah hates
getting anything for herself.

I mean, if she can wave a hand
in my direction to fetch it?

Okay, good, uh, great.

When, when will you do it?

As soon as I can.

We'll celebrate afterwards.

What do you think? Pack a bag.

Bring it over when
you're done, go to Big Bear.

- Big Bear?
- Yeah.

Mm-mm, if I do this,
we're going to Hawaii.

Nice.

He broke up with me.

Clay?

Of course Clay.

We were supposed
to have lunch together

and then he didn't show.

When I called and left texts,
he never answered.

He's ghosting you.

- He's what?
- Ghosting you?

You know, when someone suddenly
stops answering your text messages?

So he's dumping me, hm?
Because I'm old.

I'm old. I'm old.

You see, I got
offered this part.

Be the judge, 'cause I'm old.

Of course he dumped me.

We don't know
that Clay dumped you.

Then why hasn't he answered?

I don't know.
He's a 25-year-old actor.

He... his phone is dead.
He booked a role.

He's playing hard to get.
Anything.

Well, if his phone's dead,

that means he, he can
get my other message.

- No, it's more texting.
- Well, but I...

No!

You want some tea?

Tea? Do I look like
a woman who wants tea?

No. You look like
a woman who wants more wine.

Bring me
the shiraz, not the cab.

I'll be right there!

There's no arguing with these
results. Okay? It's like falling...

Motherfucking spooking me.

I'm Mariah fucking McKay!

Ghosting. He's ghosting you.

Whatever.

Look, I think, I, uh,
I think I'm gonna turn in.

Ah, you okay to,
to clean up, baby?

Not a problem.

Where's the love, mister? Huh?

What, have you,
you've turned from me too?

Come on! Come on!

Get a load.

If we're lucky,

she won't notice
for a long, long time.

Maybe never.

And the sedatives,
they, um, she was out?

Out like a light.

She would've
slept through an earthquake.

Almost like she was dead.

Okay, okay. All right.

Getting her key,
stealing her jewelry?

Oof, it was nothing.

Check this one out.

She got this one in Cannes.

1992. It was
worth 180K back then?

I mean, it's gotta be
worth a whole bunch more.

Oh man. Absolutely.

Whoo! I'm still jacked up.

Adrenaline. You want a drink?

I'll, um, I'll take
whatever you're having.

Whiskey.

What about Clay?

Oh, Clay wasn't there.

Lucky us.

He is, um, ghosting her.

He's what?

Ghosting her.
God, you old types.

It's, um, it's when someone
doesn't respond to your texts.

To Mariah McKay,
goddess of the silver screen.

And her jewelry.

Yeah, thank God that the latter

kept its value and beauty

while the former
withered and aged.

Cheers.

You're awful.

I don't even wanna
know what you say about me.

That I have never met
anyone like you, Midwest.

Ever.

Maybe it was the adrenaline.

Maybe it was the diamonds
on the bed next to me.

Goddammit, I still wanted him.

Even after what I knew.

Even after what I had done.

Are you okay?

Fuck!

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

God.

Are you okay?

Yeah.
This is weird.

This hasn't happened.

Did you,
did you pick up the dog?

Oh geez.

Oh, Jesus, fuck.

Yeah, water! Water!

Richard, breathe!

Hospital.

Hi. Yes.
Wait, wait, wait. It's gonna be okay.

Richard, hang on.
It's gonna be okay. Yes. Hi, yes.

No, no, no, don't put
me on hold, motherfucker!

I need an ambulance right now!
My boyfriend can't breathe.

4730 Fountain Drive, Unit B.

I can't, Midwest.

Richard, they're coming.

And scene.

I never called.

You're not having
an asthma attack, by the way.

That powder you gave me,

the cyanide?

It's paralyzing
your respiratory system.

You got about five minutes.

I put it in your drink,
in case you're wondering.

Cheers.

You know, I used
to think you were being ironic

when you called me Midwest
until I realized

you know fuck all
about the Midwest.

Nebraska isn't just
corn fields and apple pie.

It's also oxy and Dilaudid.

That powder didn't
look like any crushed-up pills

I'd ever seen
and when I smelled it.

Almonds?

Dead giveaway for cyanide.

I mean, you were
right about one thing.

Nobody would've bought
your stupid fucking book

if they knew
the truth about you and Mariah.

That you're a fucking canceled,
washed-up has-been

who got dumped by a movie star.

Whoa!

Oh.

Some romantic getaway.

What, were
you planning on poisoning me

and then making it look
like I killed Mariah and Clay,

'cause I was jealous of them?

Me? Jealous of them?

Oh, Richard!

I would've kept your secret.

I'm so used
to being underestimated,

it fucking kills me.

But I was stupid.

I believed you when you said
that I was special, that I would make it.

But you never even saw me.

You were just
thinking about her.

You crushed me, Richard.

You have this spark, an edge.

You changed your name.

Ton of actors change their name.

I found this dog
and I need to return it.

There's no easy way into this,

so we're letting you go.

I am, uh,
calling about a complaint

with one of your employees.

You're magic.

But I'm not such
a good neighbor, Holly,

I really do want the money.

What about Clay?

Oh, he wasn't there.

Lucky us.

You know her don't you?

Our paths
may have crossed back in my acting days.

- What is that?
- Crushed-up benzos.

Mix them with
her and Clay's drink, and um,

sleepy time.

You're bad.

You're the one who said
I have to do what it takes to survive.

Am I good enough for you now?

Making an omelet. Want some?

What are you putting in it?

Just cheddar cheese.

Yeah, I'll take some.

How are you, baby?

Everything
went according to the plan.

Thank God you figured it out.

I wouldn't have been
able to do it without you.

And I mean that.

Not everyone can smell

that scent of almonds.

It's genetic. Science Channel.

I'll wait a few more minutes
and then I'll call.

I'd wait till tomorrow

and be sure I knew all my lines.

Well, last person
I saw was my boyfriend,

but no, I don't
think he'd take my gun.

He has been a little depressed.

No, honey. Don't push it.

Let them bring up suicide.

Right, right.

Yeah.

You up for this?

Actually, I'm kind of excited.

I mean, sort of like
opening-night-play excited.

As soon as
I reported my gun missing,

the police connected the dots.

Ballistics linked my gun
with Richard and Clay's deaths.

Soon Richard's
real name came out.

Then his history with Mariah.

The press had a field day.

Of course, the cops
had questions for me,

but Mariah was brilliant,
she made it all about her.

The woman so enthralling,
so enticing,

that two men died for her.

She had movie offers
by the end of the week.

And it turned
out that I didn't need

some actors showcase
to make things happen.

So I took class,
I hung out with Mariah,

signed with her agent,

and started actually
working as an actress.

I still think
back to that night,

about what it was
like to kill Richard.

It was like killing
a part of myself,

the part that was
sheltered and innocent.

Well, good riddance.

♪ String my silhouette ♪

♪ Traces of cologne and smoke ♪

♪ The moon is realizing ♪

♪ Everything
that you had hoped ♪

♪ In your bungalow ♪

♪ All the lines
are crisp and clean ♪

♪ But you can't forget ♪

♪ What you saw ♪

♪ When you were just 16 ♪

♪ Hangers in an empty closet ♪

♪ A hat perched on a chair ♪

♪ You remember that one moment ♪

♪ You were left
just standing there ♪

♪ A dark stain
spreading on the carpet ♪

♪ This can't be happening ♪

♪ Electric shock's
awaken all the places ♪

♪ You have ever been ♪