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[Typewriter clicking]

[Ding]

I was not a good husband.

But I am a very good dad.

I've never actually seen a "fuck you" finger that tiny.

Pretty cute, huh?

They're the best thing I've ever done in my life.

What's all this business about him calling me Betsy?

Ohh, I told him not to do that.

No, I said it was your mother's name, and you'd hate it.

Heh! That's just like giving him a gift, isn't it?

How old do you think she is actually?

No one knows.

But I've got a friend who did a pilot

with her and William Shatner back in the '80s.

Mmm, I know. It's crazy, right?

That girl--

somewhere she's got a painting of herself,

and it's looking like all kinds of shit.

[Typewriter clicking]

[Ding]

[Gunshot]

[Typewriter clicking]

[Ding]

[Bell rings]

Everybody ready?

Camera rolling.

Pucks! pilot-- 14 Delta, take two.

And action!

She's just not interested in you.

You don't know that.

Everyone knows that.

Tsk.

Look at her. She's so hot.

Uh...I'm 12.

Should we be having this conversation?

Shh! Coach Lyman, please.

[Whispering] You see there?

The way she was touching her lips with her finger?

And you're saying she's not interested? Ho ho ho!

She was shushing you.

She's a librarian. That's what they do.

That's not all they do.

Again...12.

Besides...

I think she might be gay.

What? She's not-- Why would you--

What do you even know about gay?

My dads are gay. Jesus.

Both of them?

What are the odds of that?

DIRECTOR: And cut! That's great.

Let's go again. Morning, this time,

can you make the shush a little sexier?

Oh, I think I can do that.

Did I mention I hate this show?

I believe it's come up.

That's mysterious.

What? What?

It's about Morning.

How old she actually is.

Oh, dear God. Why are you so obsessed with that?

I'm not obsessed. It's just mad.

From everything we've heard,

she was acting in that play when Lincoln was shot.

So? She looks great. Who cares how old she is?

Right. You're not the least bit curious?

No, I'm not. [Scoffs]

SEAN: So?

No. You're not curious. Oh, come on.

She's...old.

How old? Old.

Ridiculously old. She must've been made in a lab.

Let me see. No.

Oh, my God.

She's even older than you.

You fucker.

That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

Well... of course it is.

Look at her.

I could be her mother.

Only if you had her very young.

Don't agree with me.

All right, fine. But you're much more attractive than she is.

You are. She's all plastic.

Those boobs.

Yuck. Mm-hm.

I'm telling you-- I like the real thing.

Give me a woman who looks her age.

Five years younger than her age. Seven.

Ten. Ten years younger. You're a fetus.

Walk away. Just walk away.

It's-- Bullshit!

No, not bullshit.

Hey, Seanie!

Come here, you gotta settle something for us.

Hey, look at you, all spiffy.

Yeah, I got that custody hearing today.

Oh, Jesus. Good luck with that.

I'll be fine. I'll just give the judge

a couple of "how you doin's".

Hey, are we gonna have catch phrases?

Catch phrases. Oh, no, they're--

they're awfully cheesy.

Yeah? Tell that to my house in Malibu.

Ha ha! So, what is it you need settling?

Ah. OK, would you please tell Morning

that she is not a lesbian anymore.

Right. You're not.

It doesn't really affect the pilot, but we decided

that if this thing goes, Nicola should be straight.

No way.

It just kind of gives us more room

for stories with the two of you down the road.

All right! My girl likes the dick!

[Laughs]

What was that? He can't high-five. I've tried.

I can high-five. No.

Well, what can I say? We're more...

firm handshake kind of people.

Don't even try to get him to fist-bump.

Oh, come on! No.

Come on, come on.

No, I can't. Seriously, I'll hurt you.

SEAN: Seriously. MORNING: Yes, yes.

Your hand is gonna meet my fist.

When I do it, I look like I need--

No, you're cool.

SEAN: OK, all right. We'll do it. I'm ready, OK?

And.

Hey! Yes!

[Laughter]

MATT: Aww.

MORNING: Whoo! Good job!

[Laughs loudly]

Ohh!

What?

Nothing.

You have that look.

No look.

All right.

So...

when Morning was hugging you today...

There we go.

Did she feel 25,

or could you sense the withered crone beneath?

Maybe you should give her a hug.

I'm sure she'd prefer that over your evil glare.

I don't have an evil glare.

Oh, please. You look at her

the way Cruella de Vil looked at those puppies.

Not at all. Anyway, I think it's nice

you've made a new titsy friend.

She's obviously quite fond of you.

She's an actress who wants more lines.

Maybe she can hug them out of you.

I'm not doing this. I'm not blaming you.

She's gorgeous, she's young.

She's not that young. She's older than you.

That's why I didn't want to do this!

All right, one more question about her, then I'll let it go.

If I were dead-- I'm not playing this game.

Please, one round.

[Telephone rings] Oh, thank God.

[Ring]

Hello?

Hey, Betsy. Is Seanie there?

Hello?

Hey, can you do me a big favor?

Can you come and pick me up?

What's going on? Where are you?

What's going on? Where is he?

Right. Oh, my God.

What? Oh, my God what?

I am so sorry. What?

And he's just sitting out there waiting?

Who? Who's sitting where?

Where's Santa Clarita?

Why are you writing that down?

You're not going to Santa Clarita!

I'm leaving now. You're going to Santa Clarita.

Matt lost his custody hearing.

Ohh, my God.

Oh, that was your "Oh, my God". Right.

Now he's at this bar by the courthouse,

and there's some paparazzi guy outside,

waiting for him so he can take pictures

of Matt driving home drunk.

He wants me to pick him up.

Oh, I'm sorry he lost his children.

But can't he take a cab?

Darling. I know.

But it's 11 o'clock.

Doesn't he have any friends he can call to pick him up?

I'm his friend.

I am!

You've known him five minutes.

That doesn't matter. There was bonding.

We bonded. You bonded?

Excuse me. Of all the people in the world,

who did he call to come pick him up?

I know. That makes me sad.

You're just jealous because you haven't made any friends out here.

That's not true. All right, who?

Irene. Who's Irene?

The girl who takes our script notes.

Noreen.

Oh, who cares?

She can't spell, and she nicks my mints.

She thinks I don't see her, but I do.

Give her the evil glare.

Not me. Her.

Anyway, my actual friend Matt

sounded really depressed, and he wants my help, so I'm going.

Fine, then I'm coming with you.

Oh, no, you don't have to do that.

I don't want you to go alone.

Besides, you'll never find this Santa Clarita on your own.

I've got the navigation thingy.

Uh, last week, it sent us to Pasadena.

Yeah, we had fun.

But we didn't want to go there.

G.P.S. VOICE: Your route is being calculated.

Turn right at the next exit.

We're still in the driveway,

you lying sack of shit!

Are you sure this is the place?

Looks like it.

There's Matt's car.

And there's, uh...

Hello.

Hey!

Ohh! You brought her!

And suddenly the hour to get here

seems totally worth it.

Ah, well, you're here. Pull up a chair.

What are you guys having?

Uh, well, no, we're not--

I don't think we'll--

No, no. Hey, don't look at her. Look at me.

Come on, one drink.

One drink!

This place is great.

There's this guy over there with only one eye.

He was showing me. He can go like this... [Clicks tongue]

...and make the fake one shoot across the room.

It's insane. You gotta see it.

I thought you said he was depressed.

It would really help me if he was depressed.

Come on, one drink.

Betsy...

Be-e-etsy. Beverly.

Look, we all have to be on set by 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.

So, what do you say we take a rain check on the drinks...

and the... shooting eyeball?

Awww! All right.

We just have to figure out

how to get past that prick outside.

How did he even know you were here?

I don't know how he does it.

That guy is, like, my nemesis.

Heh. You have a nemesis?

Why can't I have a nemesis?

I usually get along good with those guys.

But that one--whew!

About 10, 12 years ago,

I was coming out of some club,

I was totally hammered.

Really? What must that be like?

Or you could wait in the car.

Anyway, he got all in my face

and started saying stuff,

and I ended up smashing his camera.

And, uh, his head

may have been involved in the smashing.

Oh, my God.

Ever since then,

if any kind of shit happens to me,

that guy's there, just waiting.

I don't know how he does it.

It's like I'm Captain Hook,

and he's the crocodile

following me with the ticking clock.

[Laughs] What?

Nothing. I just don't expect you

to come out with the Peter Pan references.

Oh, yeah, I'm fuckin' full of whimsy!

Also, as a kid, I did three years on Broadway

as one of the Lost Boys in Peter Pan, with...

Sandy Duncan.

You did not!

Did you get to fly? I flew!

Oh! Ho ho! Why does that make me so happy?

Hey! Sandy's only got one eye, too!

It's crazy one-eye day!

If only Sammy Davis, Jr. were here!

How awesome would that be?

Right, so... us leaving.

OK, how about Matt slips out the back door

and gets into our car,

and we try and distract the crocodile?

Distract him how? I don't know.

We'll ask him to take our picture.

Oh, no, no.

I look like shit. What'd she say?

She said she looked like shit.

I'm sorry, I didn't-- What are you doing?

Are you wearing your pajamas?

I didn't realize we'd be going somewhere this elegant.

Can we please...

Fine, all right, let's do this thing.

Wow. Eurgh.

My liver hurts from that.

SEAN: Excuse me. Hello. Gentleman with the camera.

Would you mind very much coming over here

and taking our picture? What?

I just proposed to my girlfriend here,

and it would mean everything to us

to have a memento of the occasion.

You proposed just now?

I know. Can you believe it?

In this horrible bar, in this awful neighborhood.

I so didn't see it coming.

I wanted to throw her off the scent.

Oh, was I thrown.

What do you say? Just one picture?

Oh!

I don't--

Oh, please. We'll pay anything. $100.

200. 300.

100? Yeah, anything. 100.

I guess I could mail it to you.

Great! That'd be brilliant.

Just so I'll never forget this magical night.

OK, stand right there.

[Snapping photos]

Psst!

Which one's your car?

[Snapping rapidly]

Ohh, fuck!

Well, at least he didn't get any pictures

of you driving drunk.

Fucking paparazzi.

What kind of kid says,

"When I grow up,

"I want to be a scumbag asshole

"with a camera, who just sits around,

"hoping to catch some celebrity hitting their nanny,

"or getting a blowjob from a tranny hooker"?

Maybe if the celebrities didn't hit their nannies

or get tranny hooker blow jobs,

then the scumbag arseholes would be out of a job.

Why is she here?

No.

It's a convertible. No!

G.P.S. VOICE: Turn right at the next exit.

Route 134 east.

We're nowhere near the 134.

It's broken. So, turn it off.

We don't know how.

So far, I'm not having fun in this car.

Just stay on this till we get to Sunset

and, uh, I'll tell you where to go from there.

I'm sorry about the custody business.

Yeah.

Such bullshit.

What happened?

I got fucked, is what happened.

I see.

We had this rule

that I wouldn't have girls over to the house

if the kids were there.

Also, the nanny had to be there

whenever they were, blah, blah, blah.

Whatever.

Anyway, one night, they were asleep--

they were asleep!

And--

I don't know.

You had a girl over?

No. I didn't even do that.

The nanny?

She was already in the house!

That shouldn't count!

G.P.S. VOICE: Turn next left onto the bridge.

That thing's an idiot.

No! Oh, shit. Right.

So, anyway...

one of the boys woke up and walked in on us.

Oh, my God!

He didn't see anything...

much.

But he told Diane.

And she went nuts.

It was a whole thing.

And Diane is your...

Ex-wife!

Sorry. I haven't seen this show before.

So, then her rat-faced lawyer

brings it up in court today.

Now I only get to see my kids

every other weekend.

Every other weekend, just for screwing the nanny?

She's not even that hot!

Did you mention that in court?

'Cause it's a really good argument.

You think they should've taken my kids away?

No.

I just think you might've contained your libido long enough

till your children were out of the house.

At least I have a libido. Ow. Ow.

All right, all right. Ooh. Ow. Ow.

I only screwed her once.

[Laughs] You only got caught once.

Clearly you have enough of a compulsion

that your wife had to make rules about it.

I don't have a compulsion.

No, of course not.

It was an informed decision to shag the nanny,

a brilliant plan that could only end well, obviously.

Hey, you know what?

All right, all right, that's enough!

One more word out of either of you

and I'm gonna turn this car around.

And go where? Back to the bar? God help us.

I'd go back to the bar. We're not going back to the bar.

Who made you the boss of everything?

SEAN: Oh, bloody hell.

[All arguing]

MATT: Wait, slow down.

That's it there-- right there.

Oh.

See you tomorrow.

You're welcome.

Well, at least he sobered up.

What's he doing?

[Dog barking]

Are you sure this is his house?

I don't know.

Doesn't he live in Malibu? Yeah.

[Banging on door]

Well, I'm no shitty navigation system,

but this isn't Malibu.

Maybe Malibu's just for weekends,

and he lives somewhere else.

Does he? I don't know.

You really are good friends.

Er, Matt, did you lose your key?

Is this even your house?

I paid for it.

Oh, Jesus.

I want to see the boys.

You know what time it is?

How drunk are you?

I'm fine.

Yeah, right. I am!

Fine, like you were at Donna's christening?

I was at Donna's christening?

You called her a little fat fuck.

Well... have you seen her?

Ohh, God, you are so hammered.

Hope you didn't drive here.

Uh, no, that was us.

We're so sorry. He told us this was his house.

Like fools, we believed him.

You're fancy.

MATT: Tell me about it.

This is Diane.

This is Sean and Betsy.

Beverly. Betsy.

Beverly. Betsy.

It's Beverly. Who the fuck cares?

DIANE: I'm going back to bed.

You, I'll see next weekend.

No, wait. I--

I really want to see them now.

[Sighs] You heard what the judge said.

Yeah, I heard what he said.

But come on.

You won today.

Just give me this.

They're asleep.

I'm not gonna wake them.

I promise. I just want to look at them.

I need that tonight.

OK?

Come on.

Just once, don't be a cunt?

All right.

Just this once.

MATT: Thanks.

If you wake them, I'll break your fuckin' arms.

Come see my boys.

If we're ever at some sort of impasse,

and you want to win me over,

I would avoid using the phrase,

"Just once, don't be a cunt."

I think I knew that.

Aren't they gorgeous?

They really are.

I like the small one.

The big one-- ehh.

I thought that might be a moment

for a little humor.

Clearly not.

What are their names again?

The older one's Aiden.

The little monster is Michael.

You see that trophy?

Aiden just won his school talent contest.

The whole school.

Wow.

Yeah.

He does this thing

where he stacks cups.

Cups?

I know, it sounds stupid. But you should see him do it.

He's so fast, the cups are like a fuckin' blur.

And he won over everyone in the school?

Yeah.

Also, the other kids--

not so talented.

Jesus.

What?

Every other weekend?

I'm such an asshole.

Hmm.

Diane seems nice.

Hmm.

I can really see you two as a couple.

You trying to make me more depressed?

Sorry.

It was great to finally see the boys.

Yeah, they're even more fun

when they're awake.

Well, they're definitely cuties.

Sure.

Now I gotta go home and look at their empty rooms.

Christ.

The house gets so fuckin' quiet.

Why don't you stay at our place tonight?

Seriously? You mean that?

Apparently so.

OK.

Well, who saw that coming?

Hey.

I just want to say, you know...

thanks.

Not--Not just for the room, but...

for coming out to get me tonight.

Oh, well...

you're welcome.

Hello. Just her? What about me?

Ahh. Heh.

I knew you'd come.

But I wasn't expecting...

Beverly.

Blurgh!

Uhh.

Ohh.

Oh, sorry.

[Sighs]

[Snoring]

Oh, they grow up so fast.

SEAN: That was a nice thing you did there.

I know.

I think he really appreciated it.

He vomited on me.

Just a little.

Well, I'm just happy

he got to see how generous...

and wonderful...

and sexy... [Laughs]

I repeat--

vomited on me.

Yeah, well, maybe not the last part.

I think this will really make the difference

between the two of you.

That'd be nice.

[Moans]

I'm so tired. Hmm.

I could fall asleep right here.

Maybe a quick shower first.

The vomit? Mm-hm.

Mm.

[Clears throat]

Morning.

Hey, Betsy.

Do you want some tea?

Ugh. No.

Any coffee?

Sorry, no. Just tea.

Seriously? No coffee? No.

In the whole house? No coffee? No.

Wow.

It's not like Colombia not having coffee.

Morning, Florinda. Morning, miss.

[Gasps]

Joey!

Uh, hey. Hola.

Dios mío. Eres tú. Ohh!

How you doin', eh?

Heh. Good one, good one.

¿Esa es un dolor de cabeza?

Ohh. Un gran dolor de cabeza.

Es imposible.

Florinda has esto, Florinda has lo otro.

Ooh. ¿Recuerdo, eh?

Sí, claro, claro.

[Both laughing]

What? What did you just say?

Nothing.

Just, uh...good morning.

Hello, all.

Hey.

What, did something happen already?

SEAN: And we're off.

Let the awkward silence begin.

I thought that would break the tension,

but clearly it just...

shines a light on it.

Hey. Hey.

BOTH: Hmm.

Oh.

Heh. This is Kendra. Hi.

Hello. Hello.

Heh.

I woke up in the middle of the night,

totally awake.

You guys were out cold.

This one snores, by the way.

You were in our room?

I was really bored. Anyways,

I called Kendra.

That's not compulsive at all.

KENDRA: Is there any coffee?

No. Just tea.

Eww.

So, how do you guys know Matt?

We're making a TV pilot with him.

Cool. And you?

We met at Jamba Juice.

Jamba Juice?

Jamba Juice.

No? Jamba Juice?

Jamba Juice.

Jamba Juice.

Please make them stop saying "Jamba Juice".

I assume it's some sort of juice place.

Right. I can't believe you guys have never heard of Jamba Juice.

Not until the last 15 times.

Anyway--What was I talking about?

Nothing.

Oh. I know. So, I was getting

one of those antioxidant smoothies

with a whey protein super-boost,

and this guy walks in and hears me ordering,

and he's, like, "Uh, gross."

And I'm, like, "Uh, have you even tried it?"

And he goes, "I don't need to try it."

So I say, "Uh, hello? I think you do."

Anyway, I made him taste it,

and, before you know it-- blah, blah, blah,

thank you very much--

someone's got a new favorite drink.

[Smacking lips]

We fuck once in a while.

Right. I think we should be

getting to the studio.

Darling, you should get ready. Matt, pants.

And, Kendra, it was very nice meeting you.

Oh. You, too.

Let's get on with the day.

Uh...has anyone seen my dog?

KENDRA: Hmm.