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(smooth guitar music)

(rock music)

- [Voiceover] This is life in the entertainment capital

of the world.

No time to sweat the little stuff.

May not look like it, but what I'm doing here

is making movies.

Well, I'm not the one who actually makes the movies,

I just work for someone that does.

A very successful someone.

Everyone's gotta pay their dues

For me, that means picking up half a dozen

rolls of toilet paper and a case of cat food.

And whatever else the boss needs.

(phone ringing)

Then there's the endless streams of phone calls

from his assistant, Tiffany.

I keep telling myself, one of these days.

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] You need to start answering the fucking phone.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm almost done, I'm headed back to Malibu right now.

- [Voiceover] That's great, Josh,

the doc give you any problems?

- Huh?

- [Voiceover] Did Doc give you any shit?

- What?

- [Voiceover] You didn't pick up Brian's pills, did you.

- [Josh] Oh I'm sorry, I had no idea.

- [Voiceover] Doc's waiting for you.

- What, right now?

- [Voiceover] Yes.

Right now.

- Oh, but traffic is gonna be a nightmare.

- [Voiceover] That's not my problem, just get over there.

- But every time I go over there

something bad happens.

- [Voiceover] Josh?

- It's okay, I'm headed there now.

- [Voiceover] Make it snappy.

- Snappy, that's easy for you to say.

- [Voiceover] What was that?

- Oh, nothing, I'll see you soon.

Hollywood, a ball-busting grind.

Not much in the way of glamor.

Hey Doc, you there?

- Let's see what we got here.

I've got some Vicodin, Xanax.

Got some Oxycontin.

And I got some Lunesta.

What's the dosage?

- He didn't say, so whatever the max is, I guess.

- It's $250 for these two.

You look a little beat.

Got some dexedrine, wanna try

a sample of that?

- Oh, what?

No, I'm okay.

It's just this girl, Tiffany.

She's been runnin' me ragged all week.

- She hot?

- Yeah.

- Ah, that's worse.

(motorcycle revving)

(whistling)

- Uh, everything okay?

- Oh yeah, the Gypsy Rebels.

They seem to be under the mistaken impression

that I owe them money.

just in case things get out of hand,

best deterrent in the biz.

- Heh.

- Yo Doc!

Open up!

Yo, go check out the back.

- You better make yourself scarce.

Hide in there.

- Wait, wait, the Lunesta.

- I'll call you when I finish with these guys.

- Open up, Doc!

Don't make us come in there, let's go!

Stop hiding, Doc.

Finally, thanks.

Time to pay up.

- Fuck.

- [Man] Yo, come on, Doc, you know you owe us money.

(gunfire)

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Hey, where the hell are you?

- I'm trying to leave Silverlake.

- [Voiceover] No, I need you at Natalie K's ASAP.

Here's the address, 334 Rodeo Drive.

That's in Beverly Hills, by the way.

(smooth dance music)

- It's okay, Jay.

Josh, is it?

- Yes.

What's your name?

- I've made a selection Mr. Campbell is sure to like.

These are two of my favorite pieces.

(phone ringing)

- Okay.

Hey.

- [Voiceover] Are you there yet?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm handing you to Brian.

- [Voiceover] Okay, Josh, let's see the necklace.

- Okay, that's that one,

and that's the other one.

- [Voiceover] That's the one, get it.

- Is Black Card okay?

- You made a fine choice, Mr. Campbell.

I'll get it cleaned it up for you, and it'll be ready

in about an hour.

- [Voiceover] Josh, I got a call coming in,

I'm gonna hand you back to Tiffany.

- All right.

- Look sharp.

Brian wants you to pick up the necklace

on Sunday before the party.

- Okay.

- Duly noted.

(smooth rock-alternative music)

- Oh, hey Catherine.

- Interesting look.

- You'll never believe what I had to go through

to get this look.

- I want you to shut your mouth and open your ears.

The word of the day is timing.

Timing, believe it or not, is everything.

- Hey, Josh, did you do this to me on purpose?

- What, these bikers showed up and I--

- Put everything there, Brian wants to see you right away.

- You work with me, we are lions in the tall grass

waitin' for the weakness.

Waitin' for that hobbled antelope, okay?

I don't care, my friend, you call me

with the answer I'm looking for.

You got one hour.

Bye.

Wow, a tank top, now that is adorable.

Just gotta get comfortable.

- You forgot the Natural Nutro Dog Food.

- Oh no, I got three suits from Sunset Drycleaning,

I got the Scott tissue toilet paper

and two bags of cat food.

You know what?

I'm really sorry, it won't happen again.

I was just running from Culver City to Silverlake--

- Oh God, I hate that word.

you know, when I was your age, I never had to say sorry

because I was willing to do anything,

and I mean anything to get the job done.

Performance, my friend, performance is everything.

You gotta carve that list into your arm

so you don't forget, and do it.

Right?

- I think last week he forgot the caramel creme brulee,

week before that it was the gulf clubs?

- [Campbell] He forgot the creme brulee?

- [Tiffany] Yeah.

- Let me tell you something.

You know that graphic novel All the Devils are Here?

Guess what?

I liked it.

I optioned it.

And we are going into production at the end of the spring.

You have a good eye for material,

but you can't forget the little things.

You understand me?

- Yes.

He was out of Lunesta.

- Yeah, tough to come by.

Listen, I know you got what it takes.

And the good news is in two months

I might have an opening for somebody

in development, but I need a guy

who doesn't forget the little things.

You got me?

- Yeah.

- Now get out of here.

Go out there and make me proud.

- Yes sir, I will.

- [Campbell] That sound good?

Was that inspirational?

- Yeah, it was great.

- Good, and Josh one more thing.

If you're gonna wear a tank top

get a tan, you look like a vampire.

- Okay.

- Oh, Josh, don't forget.

Sunday.

Birthday present for Catherine.

- Yeah, would it be all right if--

- What?

- Uh, it would make more sense

if I could just pick it up on my way home

and then I could bring it on Sunday?

Because it would save me a lot of time and--

- No.

Petty cash please.

Hello?

Hi, yeah, 8 o'clock, yep,

chateau, Bar Marmont.

You know what?

Hold on just one moment.

Hey, this is not cool.

- Oh, whatever.

- Yes, okay.

Thanks so much.

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] What now, Josh?

- I'm right by Beverly Hills, how about

I pick up the necklace now?

- [Voiceover] No, you're picking it up Sunday.

Goodbye.

- Fuck this.

- Oh my God!

You're here!

- What happened, ma'am?

- I don't know.

Please, you've gotta help him.

Well he's caught in a riptide.

- Ma'am, I'm afraid we're just gonna have to let him drown.

- (laughs) Stick to the script.

- Squeak, your food's in the kitchen, come on.

- Baby, baby, baby.

(laughs)

What's up, good lookin'?

Hi.

- Baby, you didn't turn the grill on.

- I'm sorry, it's beautiful, world's best wife.

I love you, I love you.

- Oh, I'll be right back.

Put some pants on!

This is Stacey.

Oh hey.

What?

No, hold on a second.

Are you serious?

Yeah, well a little heads up would have been nice.

Yeah, but it doesn't matter now.

Yeah.

Okay, fine.

Yeah well you have a great life too.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I've been ringing this doorbell

for about five minutes.

No one's answering.

The owner around?

- Her car is here, let me go get her.

- Stacey!

Stace!

Stace, there's someone here for you.

Stace.

Stacey!

- Ma'am you can never be too careful.

- Really?

- Hey Michelle.

- Hey, hon.

- Where's Stacey?

There's someone here to see her.

- What's in the bag?

- It's for Campbell's wife.

(laughs)

- You're getting nowhere working for that guy.

- Yeah, kind of like your art career.

- Ouch.

- Can we take a look at it?

- What?

- What you got in the bag?

Come on, what is it?

- Uh, it's just a necklace.

- It's not just a necklace it's a Natalie K.

- Oh, that's heavy.

- Yeah, well, is she upstairs?

- Probably.

- Okay, all right.

- Um, Josh.

- Yes?

- Do you think I can get a ride to my audition on Monday?

- Car problems?

- No, but if you can't--

- No that sounds awesome.

- [Michelle] Okay, great.

Shall we?

- [Viggs] Oh you're so sexy.

Let's do this.

(hip hop music)

- Stace.

Stace.

- Hi, I'm out here.

Hi.

- Hey.

There's someone here to see you.

- Who?

- I don't know, some guy.

- Did he say what he wants?

- No, he's wearing a suit.

- Lovely, okay.

I will be right down.

- Okay.

- Hey, what's in the bag?

- [Josh] What?

- The bag.

- Oh, I don't know, a million-dollar necklace.

(smooth electronic music)

I'm up for a development job, Mom

And yes I would get paid.

All right Mom.

No, breathe.

Okay, breathe.

Yeah, I'll pay you back, everything.

I promise.

No, lots of people have interned for like

over a year, even two sometimes

before they get paid.

It's Hollywood, Mom, I'm livin' the dream.

Yeah, I love you.

All right, tell him I said hi.

- Oh my God!

Yes!

- [Viggs] What's up?

What?

- Is she okay?

Are you okay?

- What's wrong now?

- [Michelle] It's getting picked up!

- What is getting picked up?

- Cop Rockers!

You know the TV show, I shot it last spring.

- Oh, maybe now you can pay the rent.

- I'll get you that check Monday, I promise.

- So when can we see it?

- Uh, January.

It's coming out in January!

Oh!

But my friend, Billy, he's got a screener.

Oh my god, can we throw a party?

Oh my God, please can we throw a party?

It would be amazing!

I would pay for the drinks and everything,

tomorrow night.

- Right now is not a good time.

- Oh, come on.

Why do you gotta be such a buzzkill?

- Are you really starting with me right now, Viggs?

When was the last time you sold a painting?

- Babe, you know I do everything around here.

- What do you do?

- I did the dishes, I fixed the showerhead.

I painted the back door.

- Well maybe you should read this.

Maybe you should read it to everyone.

- This notice is a demand for payment

prior to your foreclosure on your mortgage.

You've failed to make any payments in the last three months,

You must bring the current mortgage within 14 days

of the date of this letter show below

the full amount.

Oh man.

That's really fucked up.

But baby, you're a great songwriter,

just send in your tunes, get an advance,

you just need one hit, you know?

- Yeah, I sent in my tunes.

- [Viggs] And then what did they say?

- They dropped me.

- Stace, I'm really sorry.

It must be really tough being so successful

when you're young.

Now that you're older--

- Thanks.

- I bet Campbell doesn't have to deal with this shit.

- Why Campbell?

- Guy who buys his wife a gazillion-dollar necklace

doesn't have to worry about shit.

- You should see the box, Stace.

- Yeah, he had to bring it up to his room

to get her to stop drooling.

- Just shut up guys.

Look, if there's anything I can do to help with the money.

I mean, I don't know what I can do, but,

just so you know, I'm here if you need me.

- Nah, it's okay.

You're good, you're always on time.

Just gonna figure it out, okay?

- All right, you're smart.

- So this Cop Rockers, is that the uh,

the undercover hooker chick?

- No.

That was a webisode.

This is the one when the rookie cop

who's got this father she's never met,

and he's actually a big-time mob boss

who I'm supposed to bust.

Anyway, there's this really cool scene

where like, I'm questioning him, and he knows

I'm his daughter, but I don't know who he is.

But he knows I don't know.

So he starts dropping like all these hints,

and I'm like, what's going on here?

And then at the end (laughs)

Oh, I'm not gonna tell you, you have to see it.

- I remember that, we were working on the sets together.

- Oh yeah, that's right!

- Okay.

- What?

- You can throw the party.

- Seriously?

- Absolutely.

- Oh no, no, no, no it's okay.

If you guys will excuse me.

- Thank you so much!

I'm gonna have a party!

(phone dialing)

(upbeat dance music)

- Contour, texture, color.

- Yo man, were you fucked up when you did this?

- That is cold, man.

Why you gotta say something like that?

- Just sayin'.

- Gotta get in the right frame of mind, you know?

- Maybe you oughta start doing celebrity portraits.

Like Bob Marley and Miley Cyrus.

- [Voiceover] Hey girl, what's up?

- Maybe I could paint your vagina.

- Yeah, that'd be good.

- Yeah, yeah.

- I don't know, might be too tasteful.

- Cheers.

Come on one more, you are not drunk enough.

- I'm good.

- Come on!

It's a party!

- I can't.

- Come on.

- No.

- Every drink needs a home.

- Yes it does.

(whoops)

Oh, Josh can you get that salsa,

I mean, you know, for Stacey,

keeping it clean?

- Yeah, that sounds awesome.

- Sweet.

- You look hot.

- Hey guys!

Cop Rockers, Michelle's pilot, it's starting now!

- Hang on, I got this.

- Wait, I think I see something.

Sunset and Everly, three suspects, possibly armed.

- [Voiceover] Go, go!

- [Michelle] Dirk!

(laughter and groaning)

You're gonna be okay.

- Everything's dark.

- Yeah, well, I need to tell you something.

- What?

- I love you.

(clapping and laughter)

- Ah that's great.

I don't know why it's so funny.

(laughs)

- Please check out the art, everybody,

great artist.

- [Voiceover] Well done, Michelle that was great.

- Oh no, no, no hey Squeaky.

No, no, no it's okay.

Yeah, of all the dogs Squeaky's the one that can't bark.

And he eats like a fucking horse.

Viggs!

Viggs!

- Hey, what's up baby?

- Can you please put the dog away in the studio?

- Yeah, I'm just, I'm showin' my art right now, so--

- Now, please.

- Don't tell me what to do.

- Baby, we're throwing a party.

- No, I--

- Put the dog away!

Now.

- I will do that.

I just wanted to--

- I can't do this right now.

Just please put the dog away.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I looked everywhere.

- I fucking looked everywhere, too.

- We gotta go to plan B.

- Are you sure?

Fuck.

- Squeaksy!

(whistles)

Squeaks.

- Hey, Romeo, time to hightail it out of here.

The host asked me to start clearing everyone out.

- It's not even midnight yet.

- I'm asking you nicely.

Party's over, everybody!

- Don't bother, man, they're out.

- Fuck.

(whistling)

- Hey asshole.

Squeaks.

Hey, buddy, come on.

Holy shit.

- Fuck.

- Get over here, get over.

Oh yeah buddy.

I'm sorry, buddy, daddy's gotta do some work.

- Party sure died fast.

- Hey.

- I know it's a drag, but you gotta remember

it's you on that screen up there.

No one can take that away from you.

- Thanks.

- The bitch lied to us.

- This is fucked up, sis.

- Yo, you gotta calm down, okay?

We talked about this shit.

- I don't know, sis.

- Everything's gonna be fine.

Let's go.

- I'm proud of you.

- You're really sweet, Josh.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, I'm sorry.

- Get inside.

Now!

- Viggs, get back here and help me clean this place.

No, now!

- Bitch!

Hang the phone up

and come with me.

Come on!

- Get in the fuckin' room!

Sit, sit!

Don't move.

(screams)

- [Man] Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Think I'm fucking joking?

- [Woman] Go.

Sit the fuck down!

- Get on the fucking floor!

Get the fuck on the floor!

Are you bitches fucking deaf or what?

- [Woman] That wannabe artist, where is he?

- [Voiceover] Where the fuck is your husband?

- [Voiceover] Shut the fuck up.

- Drop the fucking axe.

- Now give me your phone.

Give me your phone!

- It's in my back pocket.

- Sit your ass down.

- Where's your phone?

- I don't have it.

- Give him your fuckin' phone.

- Gimme your phone.

Gimme your phone!

- it's in my left pocket, no left.

Yeah.

- You don't have a phone, sweetheart?

Where's your fuckin' phone, huh?

- I gave it--

- You don't have a fucking cell phone?

- I already gave it to him!

I gave it to him.

- Okay.

So you do what I say and everyone

gets out of this peachy keen.

- Yeah, peachy keen.

- Shut the fuck up.

You don't do what I say and there's gonna be trouble.

Got it?

The diamond necklace, where is it?

- Who are you?

- Answer the question!

- [Man] Answer her!

- This is your fault.

- My fault?

How the fuck is this my fault?

- You had to open your big fuckin' mouth about this shit.

- Yeah, you're the dipshit

that brought the fuckin' necklace here.

- At least I'm some hack artist sponging off his wife.

- Fuck you!

(shouting)

- Knock it off, assholes!

This isn't he motherfuckin' Dr. Phil Show, is it?

All right, the sooner you tell me where it is,

the sooner you can get back to your dysfunctional

fucking lives.

So, tell me.

- What're you waiting for?

Tell her!

- Tell me!

- It's under my bed.

- I thought you said you already looked there!

- Fuckin' get up there.

Get up there.

Go.

- Fuck, fuck.

I can't find it, sis!

- Check the other goddamn rooms!

- Fuck.

(panting)

- Your wife knows you're a hack.

- Yo, fuck you.

You know--

- Quiet!

- Bro, come on, man.

- Hey, sis.

Check this out, sis.

- I'm starting to get a little frustrated here.

So are you gonna be difficult or are you

gonna give me what I want?

- I wasn't lying.

It's under my (scream)

- I'm sick of this fuckin' horseshit!

don't even go there.

- Oh shit!

Bitch, I swear to God, you try that shit again

I will not hesitate to put a fuckin' bullet in your head,

got it?

Now.

You good?

(man panting)

Any of you so much as move.

Calm down.

Hey, hey, I'm right here.

- This was not the plan.

You didn't say we would be hurting people.

I'll just get the money some other way, sis.

- How do you plan on getting the cash, Del?

- I don't know.

- That's right.

You don't know.

You're in the whole for $20,000.

I don't know, that's not gonna cut it.

And I know for a fact that Nestor,

okay, doesn't take no for an answer.

- What the fuck is going on, guys?

- I don't know.

I think something's wrong with him or something.

- Listen, I am doing this for you, little brother,

all right?

So perk the fuck up, get your shit together.

- Okay.

- Okay?

We're doing this.

It's going down.

- It's gonna be okay, sis, right?

- Right.

- Okay!

Enough with these damn things!

One of you is gonna talk!

- You want something to cry about, honey?

How about that shitty acting of yours, huh?

Pretty girl.

Not for long.

Your little starlet days are over honey.

Unless someone starts talking to me here real fast.

- It's under my bed, I swear!

I just looked there!

- Real fast!

- Don't fuckin' touch her!

- You shut up!

Shut up!

- Don't do it!

- Leave her alone, please!

- Don't fuckin' touch her!

- Please don't kill me, please!

- Search the fuckin' room again.

- Get your ass up!

Get your ass up!

Come on.

- [Josh] Okay.

- [Del] Get up!

- Josh.

- Tired of you punk asses!

What the fuck are you doing?

Get up!

Get the fuck off the bed.

Get the fuck off the bed.

Where's it at?

- You okay, man?

- Where the fuck is the necklace!

- It's under my bed.

- Get your ass down there and get it.

- Do you mind?

- [Del] She won't like that man.

- Okay, well how do you expect me--

- Do it!

- Okay.

- What the fuck?

Is it there or what?

You see it?

- Yeah, it's there.

- Just sit your ass down!

See I'll go down and fuckin' get it myself.

- You don't have to worry about,

you don't have to do that.

I just want this to be over.

- You think I'm gonna fuckin' take chances?

Motherfucker!

(gunshot)

- Josh!

- Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

Del!

The fuck's going on up there?

Del?

Get the fuck away!

- Ow!

- Shut up!

Come here!

Come on!

Get up.

Get the fuck up!

- No, no, no!

- No, no, stop!

- Shut up, fuckin' bitch.

Get up.

Get up!

- Okay, it's okay.

- Go!

- [Stacey] Viggs!

- Go!

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

No man, you're gonna be okay.

- Sister Amber.

- No, you're gonna be okay.

- Sister.

(crying)

- Baby brother?

You're history, motherfucker!

(gunshot)

(screams)

- [Stacey] Viggs!

Viggs!

- Okay.

- Okay, Josh, Josh.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Oh, buddy.

Oh, fuck.

Come on you motherfucker.

(Stacey screaming)

Oh come on you motherfucker!

Come on!

Come on!

- [Stacey] Viggs!

(crying)

- Hey buddy!

Fuck.

(laughs)

Hey buddy.

You okay?

- My hands!

My hands!

- Okay, Jesus, okay.

Easy there, bro.

All right, come on.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

- I put it under my bed.

I put it under, where did it, where did it go?

Where did it go?

Because it was there not, these people,

I saw them and they were at the party

and you saw them too, right?

You saw them, right?

You saw them!

I saw them!

It doesn't make any sense.

Jeez, where the fuck did it go?

- [Stacey] Viggs!

Viggs!

- We gotta get you outta here, man.

You want me to call an ambulance?

- No, no, no, no.

Please don't 'cause you'll call the ambulance

and then they come here and then they'll see him and then--

- All right, I'll,

calm down, okay?

- I've worked for Campbell for a whole fuckin' year.

- Don't move.

- A whole year.

There's, it's just.

- [Viggs] Don't move.

You're alive, buddy.

- I'm alive.

- [Viggs] How's that?

How's that?

Okay?

I got some Vicodin in my room, all right?

- All right, all right.

Just don't call an ambulance.

- [Viggs] I'm not.

- All right.

- Hey, Josh?

- Yeah?

- You're fuckin' alive!

You're alive, Josh!

Hey, keep an eye on her.

- I'll keep an eye.

- Viggs!

- Oh my God, what the fuck?

- Viggs!

What is happening up there!

Viggs!

Viggs!

- What's the max I can take?

- Fuckin' always say one every four hours or so.

- Okay, all right.

Let's just wake her up, man.

- Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?

- I saved his life.

- Funny way of putting it.

- She was at the party.

- Let me take a look at you.

Baby, go get my first aid kit.

- The guy needs a doctor and a fuckin'--

- Just do it!

Go get my mask from the freezer.

The other one?

- Dead.

I went for his gun, it went off accidentally.

- [Michelle] Here.

- Okay, this will keep the swelling down.

- This gig of yours is a crock!

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh please.

You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about.

Come on.

This bitch hired us to steal the necklace.

- She's crazy!

- She said she'd cut us in for $20,000 when she sold it.

Now Del's dead and it was all for shit, you know?

I'm fucked because of it.

- That's bullshit!

Are you gonna gag her or something?

- Then how the fuck did I know there was

a necklace here?

- What the hell, you knew.

- Josh, everyone knew.

I mean, Michelle knew, she could've done it.

- Seriously?

Fuck you, Stacey.

- All right, okay.

- Fuck you!

- Fuck you!

- No, no, hold on here.

- Oh wake the fuck up!

It was her.

The mortgage?

She told us all about it.

- Josh come on.

- I never would have thought.

So Stacy hired you.

And your brother?

What's your name?

- Amber.

It was Del that you shot.

- It was an accident.

- Was it?

- Hey, in my pocket.

Shit rolls downhill, don't it?

- You lying fucking whore!

And I even gave you a deal on the rent!

- You're fucking crazy!

- You fucked my husband in my own fucking--

- Stop it!

You shut the fuck up!

Sit on the fuckin' couch.

Quicker please, thank you.

When did she hire you?

- Last night.

She said you had some high-end necklace.

- She say where it was?

- Your room.

- Josh, please--

- Shut up, shut up.

So you had no idea the necklace was gone?

- It wasn't me, Josh!

I mean, we should be calling the police right now.

There's a dead guy upstairs!

- His name is Del!

- This is about the best I could do.

- You cheater.

Fucking bastard!

After everything I've done for you!

- What the fuck's going on?

- She saw the traffic ticket.

- I told you to fuckin' burn that thing.

No baby, it wasn't me.

- Bullshit!

It's a fucking image of the side

of your fucking face!

- Stop.

- After supporting your career?

Asshole!

No formal training?

Yeah, no shit.

You can't even draw a fucking flower.

- Have you never hear of abstract impressionism before?

- It's called expressionism you fucking idiot.

- The fuck is this?

- Stacey and Michelle were inside the house

the whole night.

And you were outside until she took charge.

So you tell me who has the fuckin' necklace.

(laughs)

- Now listen up, brother.

See, what I got here is an opportunity.

No way I'm just gonna let it pass me by, you know?

Every man for himself, right?

- I just need that necklace back.

(knocking)

Get the door.

- And turn my back on you?

No, fuck no.

(knocking)

- Hello?

- What're you gonna do, Josh?

Are you gonna fuckin' kill me?

You and me, we're gonna finish this.

Understand?

Hi, how's it goin'?

- Oh, good, good, thanks.

- Great, wonderful.

- Listen, sorry to bother you.

- Not a problem.

- It's probably none of my business, but you know

my wife, Jenny.

- Right, right yeah.

- She swears she heard gunshots from over here.

- Oh man, no.

We were just partying, that's it.

- So everybody's okay?

- Oh yeah, no, no, we were just,

we were watching this screening,

this cop show.

So maybe that was it.

- Oh.

Maybe if you could just dial it down a little, just so--

- Yeah, yes.

Yes, I'm so sorry.

- Okay, all right.

Good night.

(screaming)

- I wouldn't recommend that.

Where's the necklace?

- Or what?

Time's running out for you, bro.

No and I'm bettin' that you're not

gonna put your life on the life for a necklace.

Not even if it was your own.

It would be stupid if you did.

Now you and me, maybe we make an arrangement.

Keep things mano-a-mano.

You know what I'm saying?

Not a good idea, bro.

Without me, you're never getting that necklace back.

- Stop it!

You're fucking crazy!

Fuck this.

- Missy, you do that and I guarantee

that you will not see me tomorrow.

- I'm done, Josh.

I'm done.

(screams)

- That was a warning.

And an improvement.

- What the fuck are you laughin' at, huh?

- Your roommate's not gonna let you leave.

We cut all the phone lines.

Internet, too.

And we hid your fucking cell phones.

You guys are fucked.

- What's it gonna be?

- Baby, baby.

Just tell him where it is.

- Are you gonna tell me?

- Look, I don't know shit about this fucking necklace!

Just tell him!

- Baby, yeah.

- No.

- You should get out of the fuckin' way.

- No, just tell him.

- Get out of the (screams)

- What's it gonna be, my brother?

It's your choice, asshole.

- Didn't think things through, did you, Picasso.

(crying)

- Shut up.

It's been real.

Ready?

- Don't.

- Set.

- It's in my studio.

I said it's in my fuckin' studio.

- Great.

Go fuckin' get it.

The fuck are you waiting for?

Go fuckin' get it!

- All right, whatever you say.

- You got 60 seconds.

- Fuck.

- Four.

- You gonna sit down?

Wait, dude, don't.

Come here.

Turn around.

- Why?

- Turn around.

- Why?

- Turn the fuck around!

- Give the guy an A for effort.

- Sit the fuck down.

We gotta wrap this up.

'Cause I gotta get outta here.

We got a dead body upstairs.

A dead criminal, to be exact.

Sorry.

I say we bury him.

- Josh, no.

Call the police, please.

Please.

- What, call the police?

- Because I accidentally killed someone who was hired

by my landlord to rob me?

See where I'm going with this?

Cops get involved, they'll find out all about the robbery.

They'll find out about the second robbery.

they they find out who hired Jack and Jill over here.

If that happens, I'm going down for manslaughter.

- What about self defense?

- Who gives a shit?

Del's dead because of him.

- I'm really sorry about that.

But I'm not going to jail for this, okay?

I didn't bust my ass for over a year

to get done in by assholes like you.

Oh, self preservation.

That is the operative word here.

We keep quiet about the body,

no one has to find out about the robberies.

We just got his loose end right here.

It's a fucked up situation

but what other option do we have?

- Just talk to me for a second?

- I'm not calling the cops, okay?

- I'm not gonna call the cops!

Okay.

You're a good guy, Josh.

This isn't you.

I always thought that maybe we could be together.

- I always liked you.

I had a crush on you since day one.

You know,

you and me,

we could've had something you know?

It would've been great.

Never too late though, you know?

I'll tell you what.

Know what we need?

- What?

- We need to bond, right?

- Josh.

What?

- Now take her out.

- No.

- Woman said she wouldn't hesitate

to put a bullet in your head.

- I'd return the favor.

- I can't.

- I said take her out.

- What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

- You have five fuckin' seconds.

now fuckin' do it.

- Josh, you've lost your mind.

- I've lost my mind?

- You're gonna have her shoot her and then what, huh?

Who's to say that we don't talk?

Then what, you're gonna kill us too, huh?

- Pull the fuckin' trigger.

I don't care anymore.

Just do it.

Fucking do it.

- You need to think about this, please.

Just really think about this.

- You and your fuckin' reasoning.

I don't even fucking understand it!

Weren't afraid to fuckin' start this shit.

Don't get the wrong idea, okay.

I'm not done with you yet.

- Hey, hey.

I'm not gonna go anywhere, man.

- All right, well you just let me do it.

- Pull on it harder.

- You wanna tape yourself up?

- So what's your plan?

- Fuckin' dig!

- Blows your fuckin' mind, huh?

- [Josh] Okay, good.

I'll see you in about an hour.

- Gotta do something.

- You want out of here, you need to start helping me.

- Those aren't good for you, you know.

What're you gonna do with me?

- That's up to you.

I just need you to forget about everything

that's happened tonight.

- I can't do that.

- Of course, I know.

You know, I wouldn't expect you to.

I just need this whole night to be over.

- It's never about a thing being over,

it's about how you live with it.

- I gotta fix this.

I've gone about this all wrong.

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] LAPD, open up.

- Get the fuck outta there.

- We're not done yet.

- Shut the fuck up!

Get out of the hole.

Drop it, drop it.

- [Voiceover] LAPD, open up.

- Stay by me.

Stay, no, no.

All right, you two start walking.

Turn off, Viggs, get that light.

Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Shut the fuck up.

Cut her loose and get it done quick.

Clean yourselves up.

I'm good, I need to trust you.

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] LAPD, open up!

- Oh, come on.

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] LAPD, open up now!

- Evening, hi.

- The owner here?

- That's me.

- You mind if we come inside?

- I guess, yeah.

- Okay.

- We received a noise complaint.

- Yeah, we were just--

- We were having a party.

Everyone's gone though, so it's over.

- Someone thought they heard a gunshot.

- [Viggs] Oh yeah, the neighbor,

we were watching this action flick.

The TV was kind of loud, so,

thought maybe that was it.

- You okay, ma'am?

- Yeah, things got a little rough tonight, but we're okay.

You know, marriage, it's, takes work.

- You mind if we take a look around?

- Go right ahead.

- Quiet.

- How's your night?

- Your tenants, they here?

- No.

- What's up there?

- Not much.

- [Voiceover] Lennox.

- Lennox here.

- [Voiceover] 11-83 at PCH and Morning View, two-car pileup.

Possible fatalities.

- Copy, we're on our way.

Let's go.

Ma'am?

Try and keep it down.

Neighbors get a little jumpy this time of night.

You two have a good evening.

- You too.

- You too, Officer.

- Change of plans.

All right, wake the fuck up.

Stand by the fuckin' door.

Don't talk to them.

- What're you gonna do to her?

- That's none of your concern.

- It sure as shit is.

- The less you know, the better off you'll be.

Might keep you out of jail.

That's for you.

You can't keep it this time.

- You're gonna do it, aren't you.

- It's my decision.

It's my burden.

By the way, I'm borrowing your car,

I'm sure you won't mind.

Come on.

- Son of a bitch.

Motherfucker.

- Wait, wait, I got it, I got it.

- Oh, you got it?

- Hurry up!

Seriously?

- Now's not the time, all right?

- Please hurry.

Is he gone?

- Get the fuck outta my house!

- All right, chill, we're going.

- Get out now!

- Get your shit.

- Get out of my house.

Get out of my house right now, please.

- You know what, Stacey?

You're gonna be a lonely fucking girl, you know that?

- I don't wanna hear it anymore.

- Yeah, right.

- Little faster, honey, thank you.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

- Good boy.

Oh, can't wait to get out of this fuckin' place.

Get in the back.

Good boy.

You ready to go?

- All right, let's go.

You need to see this.

(somber music)

You never really know anyone, do you?

Friends?

Gimme a break.

Nothing counts until that shit hits the fan.

And then you know.

Who runs for cover, who tries to pull you up.

And these people, these friends,

just geniuses at trying to find way to stick it to me.

And then there's you

and your brother.

I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do?

What could I do?

I mean, you try so hard to do the right thing

your whole life, and then in one instant,

one fuckin' instant,

I'm labeled a killer.

A goddamned killer.

I'm sorry.

You can't forgive me.

- [Michelle] Pull the fuck over.

We're 100% fucked.

- Look, you know, Josh takes care of Amber,

then we have nothing to worry about.

- Right, nothing to worry about.

- Yeah, I know.

- Hello, we're homeless.

Fuckin' homeless because of you.

Oh, my TV show's coming out?

Great, I'm so excited, so excited.

I have nowhere to be, I have nowhere to live.

- Baby, baby.

- Because, what?

- Listen.

I have a secret.

We should be all right.

Okay?

- What is your secret, then?

Holy shit.

Good job.

Hi, sexy.

Better be hungry, boy.

Hey, you gotta do me a favor, all right?

Oh, I guess it's all up to Squeaks now.

Huh, buddy?

(laughing)

- Well if it ain't Bonnie and Clyde.

- Man am I happy to see you.

- Get on in here.

- This should be good.

- Sit down.

- Okay, buddy, now it's time to take a shit for Daddy.

- [Michelle] Does it usually take this long?

- It does.

Come on, buddy.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- No hospitals.

- Won't be necessary.

Bullet barely grazed the periosteum layer.

Some antibiotic, little infection, some stitches,

but you're one lucky son of a bitch.

This is for the infection.

One pill four times a day until they're gone.

These will keep you warm and cozy.

One pill twice a day, got it?

- I got another favor to ask you.

In the car I got some guns and I want you

to get rid of 'em.

- Consider it done.

- Like destroyed, they're hot.

- They usually are.

- You can write a death certificate, right?

- Yeah, where's the body going?

- We're gonna need some help with that too.

- I got a contact at Forest Lawn.

We'll look after your brother, but it's gonna cost you.

- I'll figure it out.

Thanks again, Doc.

- Give me those guns.

- Thanks Doc.

I owe you one.

- Yeah, you do.

- Are we good?

I said are we good?

- Not even close.

- I'm still 20 grand in the hole with Nestor

and you owe that cowboy up there

a serious chunk of change.

You got any bright ideas?

How about we sell it?

- You fucking kidding?

- I have to deliver this to my boss' wife's birthday party

in less than three hours.

That was the whole point of this fuckin' fiasco.

- Birthday party?

- Oh my God, oh fuck.

- Oh my God!

Oh my God!

- [Viggs] Fantastic.

- Oh my god!

- [Viggs] What's up guys, how you doin'?

- How're you guys?

How ya doin'?

- Hi.

- I got something really, really close to me here.

- Okay.

- Very special.

- Wanna put it close to me so I can take

a good look at it?

- Okay, okay.

- All right, let's see.

Woo!

That's nice.

- That's right.

- Yeah, right?

- That's nice, that's good.

Where'd you say you got this?

(upbeat dance music)

- You get in a street fight?

- You don't wanna know the details.

I just wanted to make you proud.

- I already got that taken care of, my friend.

My darling.

- Josh, what happened to your face?

- Oh, it doesn't matter, he's just clumsy.

You give me a minute?

Come with me, my friend, come with me.

I like you, I really do, I like you.

I think you're a good person, I think you mean well.

The problem is, I can't trust you.

You know why?

Simon from Natalie K.'s called when you went back

to the store on Friday.

- I'll give him one of the counterfeits

reserved for the red carpet.

I assure you, he won't know the difference.

- With all these shenanigans, you expect me

to trust you with a $750,000 jewel piece?

- Mind if I check it out?

- That's a fuckin' hammer.

- That's a hammer, but you know,

it's how we check if things are, you know, legit.

- That's how everybody does it?

Well, be my guest.

Dude, you're gonna break it!

- Looks like joke's on you buddy,

'cause this thing's a Fugazi.

- Wait, wait.

- Excuse me?

- Fugazi?

- You're kidding, right?

- No, there's no way this is fake.

- No it's fake.

I'll buy the jacket off you though.

- Hate to say it kid, but you fired yourself

when you took the easy way out.

As far as why I put you through this whole goose chase,

I had to see if you were up to snuff.

the vetting process.

You didn't pass.

But I hope you learned something.

I'll see you around.

- [Voiceover] So, I got played for a fool.

that's all right, I got plans.

- Hey Josh.

Not cool pulling that little stunt of yours.

Ruined my Sunday on account of you.

Who do you think had to go pick up the necklace?

Anything to say, fucknuts?

- You know Tiffany, I'm sure you're gonna make

someone very happy one day.

You can keep this.

Find what you're looking for?

- Definitely.

Got another ride.

Wanna race?

If you win, we're even.

- And so it goes.

Life in the entertainment capital of the world.

I'm living the dream.

("Balance" - Opus Orange)