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Isn't film just magical?

Yeah.

This must bring you back to the good ol' days,

watching dailies projected through actual celluloid?

I just love the grain, you know?

The way it dances even in the static parts of the frame,

it just breathes, you know?

Every frame has so much life to it.

Most studio heads, they won't even let you shoot on film.

They don't even have a good reason. They just don't like it.

But me?

I'm sort of single-handedly keeping film alive.

Every good director in Hollywood knows.

If you wanna shoot on film, I'm the guy that'll make it happen.

Film's a fucking pain in my ass.

With digital, I just push a button.

This is a whole thing.

So how much more do you wanna see tonight?

I'm watching all the dailies tonight, my friend.

This movie, Rolling Blackout, what's it about?

I don't get any sound, just the images.

Yeah, yeah.

It's a neo-noir detective film,

set in the world of the Los Angeles solar panel industry.

Zac Efron's in it. Olivia Wilde is crushing it as a director.

Tonight's actually their last night of filming.

Yeah, sounds like a rip-off of Chinatown to me.

"Good artists borrow, great artists steal," right?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Does my hair look weird to you?

I dyed the sides, trying to get rid of the gray.

I'm worried I went too dark. It's all out of proportion.

How should I know? It's dark as shit in here.

At least you've got hair.

Yeah.

Hello?

What?

Jesus Christ. This is bad, man.

- This is really, really bad. - Yep.

How the fuck did this even happen?

I don't know, but it's happening.

God. Are you a hundred percent sure?

Yes. I've been on the phone with Jean-Paul, the line producer,

- for the last hour. Jesus Christ, man. - Honestly, I just...

I'm having a hard time believing it.

Okay, well, believe it.

A reel of film is missing.

Do they think maybe someone just lost it?

- No, they think it was stolen. - Stolen?

Who the fuck would steal a reel of film from a movie set?

Maybe they're mad because the head of the studio won't pay for the wrap party.

God, again with this wrap party! It's just a party.

This movie's over budget as it is,

I'm gonna pay for everyone to get drunk now?

- Film is very expensive to shoot on. - You and film.

I'm gonna walk in on you fucking a reel of film one day.

You're gonna have your dick in the little hole right there.

It is important that as a studio we are known as being filmmaker-friendly.

Oh, no, no. This is so you can feel fancy.

No one can tell the difference between film and digital.

Anyone with an artistic eye can tell the difference.

Can someone with an artistic eye tell the difference

between a good and a bad hair dye job?

Jesus. Hey, Jean-Paul.

She's in here.

You look like Giuliani. Did you Just For Men it?

I went a shade too dark. Shit!

With a gray beard and black hair you look nuts.

Fuck. I did medium brown. I should've done light brown.

- Matt. - Hey. Olivia.

Thank God you're here.

Like, you're literally the only person I trust right now.

- Thank you so much. - You too, Sal. Hi.

Yeah. Hey.

Listen, Jean-Paul just told me that we...

One of the reels of film from yesterday's shoot went missing. We just heard.

The camera department PA, Fred, loaded all ten reels of film in the van at wrap,

but the lab says that they only got nine reels.

That reel has the big third act shoot-out.

- Oh, no. - Yeah.

And remember the note you gave us for that?

- Do you remember what it was? - Yeah.

- Really go all out. - You said, "Really just go for it."

- Yeah, and I loved that. - Thank you so much.

And you suggested my cameo...

- Yes, I did. - ...which was genius.

- Thank you, yeah. - Also on that reel.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- That was on that... Oh, shit. - And it was such a good idea.

Thank you again. I really appreciate that.

Is this PA sure that he didn't leave one of these reels in the truck?

We scoured the truck. Someone definitely took it.

Oh, my God. What do you think, Olivia?

Is there anyone on the crew that, like, has it out for you or anything like that?

Anyone trying to fuck you over?

I'm sorry, on this crew?

Yeah.

- Matt, this crew is my family. - Okay. Yeah.

Each and every one of them is so devoted to the message of this film.

They've been working their asses off.

I mean, I have no idea who would do something like this.

- Okay. Okay. Yeah. - They need you on set.

Okay.

- Sorry. I... - Yeah. No, no problem.

It's a lot. It's a lot for me.

I just... Just know that we are also, you know, a part of this family,

and we at Continental are just...

We're dedicated to solving this problem.

- We've got your back, all right? - Okay. Great.

So, if the film isn't recovered, we'll just re-shoot it, right?

Insurance pays for that?

Yeah, you know, in order to do that,

we have to officially report it missing, which I kinda rather not do right now,

so maybe we just kinda keep this under wraps for now

until we find the film ourselves.

Okay, but if we don't find it, we just re-shoot, right?

Yeah. Don't worry. We'll find it.

We're on the case, okay? We got this.

We only got a couple more setups with the main unit.

We wrap them out,

got a few pickup shots with the splinter unit by the Hollywood sign,

and then it's an official picture wrap on Rolling Blackout.

Oh, my God.

If we don't have the film by then, I have to report it missing.

- Shit. Okay. - Oh, God.

Thank you so much for having my back, Matt.

I can't tell you what it means to have a studio head who is also a friend.

I can't tell you what it means...

How much it means to hear you tell me what that means.

- Bye. - Thank you.

God bless you. Great.

Yo. We need to talk to this PA, Fred. Whoever loaded the film into the van.

Also, could you get us some jackets?

It's getting a little chilly outside.

I'll get you some from wardrobe.

And can you grab a hat for this guy?

Thank you.

- Because of the hair? - Yeah.

- It's that noticeable? - You look insane. Pepé Le Pew.

- You fucked up. - Oh, fuck!

I know.

The sun has set on the Continental back lot,

and I begin what could be the longest, hardest night of my entire life.

A reel of film has gone missing.

Nobody knows who took it or why they took it.

They just know it's gone.

I'm so anxious right now.

They're pumping this fucking fake smoke all throughout the set,

it's making my throat all scratchy.

My neck and shoulders are killing me.

I should try to get a massage this weekend if I can.

Who are you talking to?

This might sound stupid.

My therapist told me any time I'm spinning out,

I should record my thoughts on a voice memo.

A lot of people do that.

- It's really stupid. - Yeah. Ha ha.

Look, I keep thinking this could be really, really, really, really bad.

If it gets out in town that one of our movies lost a reel of film,

that'll be used as precedent by every other studio in Hollywood.

Any time a director comes in and wants to make a movie on film,

they'll say no because of this event.

Yeah. You'll be the man who killed film.

Wait, meaning like you think it'll fall on my shoulders squarely?

- Like, I'll be known for this? - Not really.

- No, it will! - No.

You're right, it... I didn't even think of that, man.

Fuck. We've gotta find this fucking thing.

Hey, I don't mean to spin you out further,

did you smell booze on Olivia's breath?

I mean, who could blame her for having a drink after the day she's had?

No, no, this was different. It was weird.

I was trying to pinpoint the smell.

"Is it Tito's? Is it Chopin, because she's gluten-free?"

But it was something else.

It was really harsh and powerful stuff.

What's very weird about this

is that you can actually identify alcohol brands by smell.

No. I'm not talking about my drinking problem anymore.

She was acting odd.

- She was way too nice to you. - She wasn't too nice.

We're friends. She was acting friendly to me.

Sorry, you're friends with Olivia Wilde?

- What's so fucking weird about that? - What on earth are you talking about?

What?

Heard you were looking for me.

Oh, shit.

Are you Fred the camera PA?

Too many eyes and ears. Crew parking. Five minutes.

What about?

That's why we're meeting him. You dumb fuck.

I loaded all ten reels into that van.

I wrote it into the log. Like every night.

See?

Right there. Ten reels marked "loaded in van" at 5:48 a.m.

Zac Efron was there. He said hi.

He's always nice, no matter how much Olivia grinds him.

Then I went and closed up the camera truck,

came back, drove the van with the reels.

Okay. How long were the reels sitting in that van?

I can tell you exactly.

I always mark it in the crew text chain.

"Camera department wheels up, 6:08 a.m."

So someone could have taken the reel

in the 20 minutes the van was left unattended.

Other than Zac Efron, who was around this van?

Hell, everyone.

It was wrap, and the van was right by the gate.

- Shit. I gotta get to set. - Fred, what's your 20?

Wait. Wait. Hold on. Hey.

Did anyone else have an axe to grind with Olivia?

You said she was making Zac crazy.

- Did I? - Yes.

- Nah, she's cool. - Hey!

I mean, look...

She's gone full Fincher this last week.

She made Zac do 40 takes of putting on a hat.

It was fucking nuts.

He's about to lose his shit.

I've said too much.

I don't wanna be known for talking shit about my boss.

I'm gonna go.

Can I go?

- Go. - I'm gonna go then.

Okay. He's a weirdo for sure, but I believe every word he just said.

Me too.

It's a cold night in Los Angeles.

I'm just so fucking confused.

Who would steal this reel of film and why?

I mean, Zac Efron was seen by the van before it went missing

and he seems to hate Olivia.

Maybe he has something to do with it?

All I know is, it's eight o'clock,

I'm gonna have to report this thing missing soon,

and film could be dead forever.

- Are you done journaling? - Fuck you. Don't mock my therapy.

I was thinking, does it seem weird to you

that Olivia's making it seem like they're all one big happy family,

but clearly everyone thinks she's an asshole?

I mean, even Zac hates her guts.

I don't think that's weird at all.

Honestly, as a leader, sometimes you have to make people hate you

to get the best work out of them.

- It sucks, but I can relate. - Bet you can.

If anything, I'm suspicious of Zac Efron now.

He seems to have it out for Olivia.

Maybe he's trying to sabotage her. Let's go talk to him.

So what, you're gonna accuse your star of stealing?

No, I'm not going to accuse him.

I'm gonna seduce him.

Buttering up movie stars, getting in their head,

knowing their innermost thoughts and desires.

That's what I fucking do, man. That's my job.

Watch and learn.

- He's not here. Let's go. - It's open! Come on in!

Watch the magic, my friend.

- Yo! - Oh, shit!

- What up, baby? - Hey, man!

What's up, Sal?

Here to wrap up with the crew, huh?

- I would not miss it for the world. - All right.

I also would not miss it for the world.

- Hey. - This is my boss and my buddy.

This is Matt Remick. Zac Efron.

- Nice to meet you in real life, man. - Hey, Matt. How are you doing?

Hey, guys, I gotta be on set in five. Do you mind if I get ready while we talk?

No, get ready. Do your thing. You need help with the tie, let me know.

I wore one every day as an assistant.

I can tie a tie. Thanks, Matt.

Cool. Great. How's the shoot going?

You good? Everything going smoothly?

You getting along with everybody?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

I don't know. That's what I'm asking.

You tell me.

It's going great, actually.

It would've been really nice to be able to throw a wrap party with everyone.

But I guess that's too expensive, huh?

Yeah. It is, honestly.

And we're just trying to, you know, put the money on the screen.

We're shooting on film, so that's, you know, extra expensive.

Yeah. That's your '53 Corvette I drove by on the way in, right?

Yeah.

Wow. Isn't that the first year they made Corvettes?

It's the third one ever made. He got it from a sheikh in Dubai.

Wow.

You really are putting it all on screen, huh?

- Yeah. - Cool, man.

- First team is being invited, Zac. - I'll be right there.

I gotta run, guys.

Great! I just... I wanted to...

Again, just stop by, tell you how great your performance is,

and how much we are loving you on every reel of film.

Glad you're happy. Thanks, man.

- Appreciate it, guys. - Good to see you, man.

Thanks for letting us hang out.

- Trailer's great. - Thanks for letting us hang.

Yeah. Really cool to see you prepare, watch the actors' process.

Yeah. Really neat. Really neat.

- See you, Sal. - See you, baby.

I nailed his sexy ass.

Did you see his eye twitch when I said "film"?

That was a fucking tell, man.

What are you talking about? That didn't happen!

Yes, it did. He was acting so weird just there.

No, you were acting so weird.

He was trying to get rid of me the entire time.

- 'Cause he doesn't like you, Matt. - He doesn't even fucking know me.

He knows that you killed the wrap party.

Also, we can't be barging into his trailer.

What if he was nude? We could get He-Too'd.

He was very suspicious when we first came in.

It kinda looked like he hid something.

Look, I'm gonna snoop around in here a little bit.

- You are not going in his trailer. - Just keep guard.

- Let me know if anyone comes. - Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus-fucking...

"For the goods."

Payola.

Matt, he's coming back!

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, shit! Oh, no! Oh, shit!

Zac Efron, walking back to your trailer.

- I see you! - Hey! What are you still doing here?

What happened to set? Why aren't you on set?

I wore my Bombas to set instead of my hero socks,

so I didn't know my feet were in the shot.

- I just gotta grab them real fast. - Your feet are showing?

Who's directing this movie? Tarantino?

Yeah, I wish.

Wait. I... Can I get a photo with you?

Because we won't have time later, because there's no wrap party.

No, yeah, man. Let's do it now.

As long as it's just with you and not that fucking asshole Matt.

Oh, yeah, no. Fuck him.

- Are you really friends with that guy? - No, he's a stupid bitch.

Okay, good, man.

- I was worried. - Here we go.

Yeah. Great!

Quick video for my daughters, maybe?

Dude, I gotta go. I gotta go. They need me on set.

- You gotta go. - Fuck. Shit.

He is stepping up!

Send me one of those, 'cause I can post it, and peo...

I've been doing it a little bit for this movie, and the fans are really loving it.

- I don't know why. - We love you!

- We love you so much! - Love you too, buddy. See ya!

- Fucking insane. - Shit! That was close, man!

- Oh, my God! - What is wrong with you?

I'm just trying to solve the case!

- I hope it was fucking worth it. - It was!

There was a fucking envelope full of cash in there!

It's payola, man!

Payola? What is he, a DJ from the '50s?

It's a bribe, a payoff, you know?

Clearly, Zac, who is not a good dude at all,

has it out for Olivia, who is awesome,

and so he paid somebody to steal the reel of film to fuck with her.

You know what I mean? Someone named Evelyn.

Evelyn, Evelyn...

Evelyn Dietrichson is the costume designer!

But... Holy fuck! That's her!

Oh, my fucking God!

She has the payola! She put it in her purse!

She took the payola!

She's tangled in Zac Efron's wicked web.

- Oh, my fucking... - Let's follow her.

We gotta get to my car and follow her off the lot.

Can we get another mark down here, please?

Yeah. Picture's up!

Moving on to the last shot for main unit!

- Fuck! Shit! - It's the last shot for this unit!

You think that wad of cash is for stealing the reel?

We're gonna follow that fucker and we're gonna find that film.

Holy shit! Zac posted this photo last night.

Look at that guy. He's right next to the van when they wrapped.

I can't make out his face,

but he's got a huge tattoo on his wrist of, like, a...

a seven with flames.

So what?

So that's a clue!

What are you talking about? This is way more suspicious than that!

That's a guy on a movie set with a tattoo.

Show me a guy on a movie set without a tattoo. That's suspicious.

Fuck. Main unit just wrapped.

Splinter unit's gonna go to the Hollywood sign.

That's gonna wrap.

We're gonna have to report the film missing.

I'm gonna get blamed for destroying an entire medium.

As we follow Evelyn into the Valley, all I can think of

is what a fucked-up house of cards I've gotten myself into.

Shit. My mom's calling.

- Hey, Mom! - Hi, honey.

- I was just calling to say hi. - Yeah. Hi!

- You busy? - Yeah, no, I'm still at work.

- Okay. - Yeah. We'll talk later, okay?

- Love you. - Yeah. I love you. Bye.

This is all very suspicious.

What is suspicious? She's at the Smoke House.

- She's having garlic cheese bread. - It's suspicious.

You know what's even more suspicious? You don't seem to find this suspicious.

That's suspicious.

- You sound crazy. - Fuck!

- There she is! - Okay.

- She's meeting a guy. There's a guy. - Does he have a tattoo?

- She gave him the payola! - The payola!

He's giving her a box!

- That's the reel! Go, go, go! - That's the film.

- Fuck. She's going. - She's moving. She's on the move!

As we follow Evelyn through Hollywood,

the ticking clock follows us.

And when that clock hits zero, that's a wrap on film forever.

- You're doing it now? - I didn't realize it was your thing.

Well, it is.

Look, Evelyn went in there. Chateau Marmont. Let's go follow her.

Go, go, go, go, go.

- There's Evelyn. - Yeah.

- Hi! Can I help you? - Hi.

Yeah. I'm just here for a drink real fast.

- Matt Remick. Thank you. - Sorry, we have private events tonight.

I can't let anyone in who isn't on the list.

I hate to be this guy. I'm the head of Continental Studios, Matt Remick.

- I'm here all the time. - I wish I could help you, sir.

Now, if you wouldn't mind.

I'll take a room for the night. How's that?

I'm so sorry. No vacancy.

Okay. Thank you.

What the fuck?

Zachary fucking Efron.

Dude, what the fuck is Zac Efron doing here?

It's a coincidence. He just wrapped. He's staying here.

That's beyond suspicious.

He's here, Evelyn's here, the film is in there!

We gotta get in there right now. We gotta find it.

- We have an hour left, man. - Stop it!

No, there's no time. We're not doing anything.

We're not breaking into the Chateau.

We don't even know if the fucking film is in there.

- I'm going home. - What?

I'm gonna call an Uber. I'm sorry.

We tried our best. It didn't happen.

I know you love film. I think it's had its day.

I'm sorry, Matt.

Shit.

Hey, Matt.

Thanks for the ride, man. Five stars, baby.

Oh, shit.

Sal.

Sal lied to me.

Oh, God. He's working with Zac and Evelyn.

That fucker!

Pasta Bolognese, two times.

Hey, I gotta get this to Zac Efron's room.

Do you know where he is?

- Sixty-four. - Great. Thank you.

Got some pasta for Zac Efron.

- You motherfucker! I knew it! - No.

You conspired with Zac to fucking humiliate me or something?

Are you jealous of me? Are you jealous of me?

What?

Are you dressed up like a waiter right now?

To sneak into the wrap party?

Are you in disguise?

What the fuck, dude?

Wrap party?

You cheaped out on the wrap party, man. So I decided to throw a secret one myself.

That's why you were acting so weird before?

Well, yeah. I mean, what was I supposed to do, man?

Like, we didn't want you to find out about the party

because everyone's kinda pissed at you right now.

No one likes you.

And we definitely didn't want Olivia to find out

because everyone's sick of her, man.

No one wants to party with her.

- You knew this whole time about this? - No, no, no.

- He told me at the valet, and I... - And why did you lie to me?

'Cause I told him to, man. Everyone loves him.

He's not the one who cheaped out on the wrap party.

You were. But it's fine, dude.

Like, you're here now, so you can stay. It's cool.

There was a envelope full of cash.

A bo... We followed Evelyn.

There was a box. She bought a box.

You mean that box?

Yes! Dude, this box, exactly.

Hats. For the crew. Which I also paid for.

No, you can't have one.

Okay, you can have one.

Dude, fucking relax. You look so fucking sad.

What'd you think was in there?

There's a reel of film missing.

There's a reel of film missing?

- Yeah. - Yes, that's why we're here.

- Yeah. - Holy shit. From what day?

The shoot-out at the solar factory.

Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That was the hardest day. That was a nightmare.

Olivia hated everything we did that day except her cameo, which was legit amazing.

It was really, really good, like, award-worthy.

- Fuck. Man, she is gonna be pissed. - Yeah.

I'm so over this movie, man.

I'm technically not available for reshoots,

so I really hope you guys find it, or you're fucked.

Did you really think I would conspire against you just to humiliate you?

Honestly, yeah, I did.

Dude, what's up, man?

I'm your friend, dude.

Something's going on with you. You never listen to me, ever.

You're spending millions of dollars on, like, classic cars

and you're dyeing your fucking hair. It's not matching your beard.

What's up?

I agree with everything you're saying, man.

It's this fucking job, dude.

It's, like, broken my brain or something.

It's just so much harder than I thought it was gonna be.

I feel very alone, you know?

It's like everyone wants something from me and I can't give it to them.

And because of that I don't know who I can trust.

I mean, you know, even you lied to me.

I did and I'm sorry about that.

It's just Zac asked me to, and he looked at me with those blue eyes.

He's so fucking hot, and I'm weak.

I just... I'm really sorry I lied to you.

I'm sorry I've been ignoring you and just acting so crazy in general, you know?

I love you, dawg. Come on.

I love you, dawg.

It's the martini.

Olivia's splinter unit wraps any second.

- Well, martinis it is then, I guess. - Look at that. Right there.

What do we have here, my dear?

It's Grey Goose.

That is Ketel One.

You are disturbingly good at that.

I wish I could monetize it somehow.

It is still driving me fucking crazy

that I cannot put my finger on what kind of booze Olivia smelled like.

It's fucking driving me nuts.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

You fucking did it, man. You did it.

Did what? What the fuck are you talking about?

You stole the missing reel of film.

Hey. The perp had the same tattoo.

- That tattoo. Yeah. - This tattoo?

- Yes. Start talking. - It's fake.

All the actors in the 7th Street Riders gang have them.

Yo, riders. Show 'em your tats.

- Fuck. They're fake? - Yeah.

We shot the scene yesterday.

They stay on for days unless you scrub them off with rubbing alcohol.

Holy fucking shit.

- Rubbing alcohol. - What?

It wasn't Tito's. It wasn't Beefeater or Chopin.

She smelled like rubbing alcohol.

Oh, my God, Olivia's cameo.

She was in the 7th Street Riders. She had the tattoo.

And then she wiped it off after Zac posted that photo.

Oh, my God, and that's why she smelled like rubbing alcohol.

Fucking shit.

Zac said that she didn't like how the shoot-out scene turned out.

I bet she fucking stole the film and trashed it so she could reshoot it

and not act like she fucked it up in the first place.

Man, they are still rolling in the Hills. If we leave right now, we can catch her.

Let's go bust her fucking ass.

Boom. Right there. There she is, bossing everyone around.

Can we move sound? Can I have sound just move out of the way because I just...

It... You're in my eye line and I feel like I just need to see it.

Like in a pure...

Guys, hold on. I gotta talk to these guys. Give me a second. Excuse me.

- Hi, sorry. Okay. - What's up?

Update?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Did you figure it out? - Yeah, we did.

- Find the film? - Yeah.

- Okay. - It was you.

You stole the film.

- What? - Yeah.

- Are you joking? - No.

I... You... Why would I steal my own film?

I'll tell you why, because you didn't like how the end shoot-out turned out.

Zac Efron told us.

That's why you smelled like rubbing alcohol earlier.

You wiped the tattoo off

after he posted the picture of you in the background by the camera truck.

- You're busted, sis. - What are you even talking about?

Do you have it on you right now? What's in this bag?

Hands off! Hands off!

You know what?

"Good artists borrow and great artists steal."

- Oh, my God. You fucking dick! - Hey! Stand back!

- Get your fucking hands off. - Hey. Hey.

It was the most important day of the shoot,

and I realized as we were filming that it's not big enough, okay?

Efron should have a machine gun.

He shouldn't have a stupid little handgun.

It'll be way more badass.

I mean, it's Scarface.

But you, you're so fucking cheap, I knew you wouldn't approve the reshoot,

so I had to force your stingy little hand.

Okay, hey, Olivia, we haven't seen what's on that can.

- It could be incredible. - It could be great.

It is. That's the problem.

You're just gonna say it's fine, but fine is not good enough.

Why the fuck are you keeping it?

Why do you still have it then?

My cameo, okay?

It is the best performance of my career.

I just fucking nailed it. I don't know...

I just took the frustration from that day and I just put it into the character,

and it was fucking transcendent.

And I was just gonna secretly cut my close-up into the reshoots, but...

looks like that's gonna have to get reshot.

- No! Do not do that! - Don't you dare!

- I have to! - You don't!

- Come here! Get over here! - I have to!

Get over here!

No, I have to!

Matt, you piece of shit.

Shit! Fuck!

No!

- No! No, get back. - Come back.

Someone stop her!

I can't catch her. Fuck.

- Hey! - No!

- Stop! - Give me this goddamn thing.

I got it! I got...

Holy fuck!

Olivia? What the...

No.

Are you okay?

Get her ass, Matt.

- No! No! - Stop! Stop! Look! Look!

You can reshoot the scene. Marketing will pay for it.

They'll love the machine gun thing, I swear, just give me back the film.

I don't believe you, Matt. You would say anything right now.

I can't let you destroy my masterpiece.

Forget it, Olivia.

It's Chinatown.

It's just a rip-off of Chinatown.

Fuck you, Matt.

No!

No!

So Olivia destroyed the fucking film,

but thank God the film itself will live on.

We didn't report it missing.

Instead, I sold my Corvette to Zac Efron for two million dollars,

and I used my own money to pay for the reshoots out of pocket.

The director got what she wanted 'cause, in this town, they call the shots.

Classic Hollywood ending.

Pretty, isn't it?