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Shit.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Come here.

What's going on?

Who said that? Who said that? No, what source at the studio?

Yeah, the jackass at the gate? The lazy-eyed kid that delivers us coffee?

Two weeks ago, two weeks, they said we were looking at box office magic.

They printed those words.

So, how is Variety saying this week,

"The studio has lost faith in the film in the weeks before its release"?

Guy, no. No, listen.

Guy... What the fuck is happening? Hey!

Hey! You're stressing out the falcons!

They're elite predators.

Guy, hang on.

We didn't find no bugs in your screening room.

But we found, like, half a dozen ants, just not the kind that bite, though.

Ants? Did you say half a dozen ants?

I'm telling you, there's nothing in there that bites.

Well, keep looking.

Ow! Ow.

Sir?

You good?

Yeah.

Sorry, Guy, I'm... It's bugshit here. I'm coming unglued. What?

Stay away from the birds! They hate humans!

- What? - Your special coffee.

You said tell you right away if it gets here.

Guy, I gotta call you later.

Hallelujah.

My sweet, sweet, delicious beans.

They could not have come at a better time.

- Funny thing, when I was outside... - Yeah.

There's a dog outside that I never saw before.

The biggest black dog I ever saw in my life.

The size of a horse. Not on a leash or anything.

The fuck?

You see?

I don't like that dog. It's too big.

- Call Animal Control. - They here already.

That's for bugs. For dogs. For dogs.

Lou!

Hey, Lou!

There are a lot of workers walking through our house right now wearing shoes.

They're workers, babe! They wear shoes for the job!

You guys, shoes off. That means...

Ow!

Goddamn it!

- What? - Oh!

- Oh, son of a bitch. - What? What? What?

Lou.

I bit the inside of my lip again.

The orthodontist told you.

It's gonna keep happening. Right? Gotta get...

I'm not getting fucking braces, Lou.

Call Animal Control. Please.

- I'm trying to tell you, bro, you don't... - Keep fucking looking.

Something fucking bit me last night.

Oh, God.

Goddamn it! Inez!

Fuck.

Ow! Shit!

- Oh. - Ow. Jesus!

- Jonathan? - What the fuck?

- Honey? - Something bit me!

Bit you?

Holy shit! Look at that thing!

Pest-free house? It's like Arachnophobia in here, man.

Stomp it! Stomp it!

Oh, Jesus!

- Where's the bite? Where's the bite? - No, no. It's not that.

- Oh, God! It bit your dick? - No, no, no.

The bite causes a very painful erection.

- What? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. She's right.

- Yeah, very dangerous. - God, is it an allergic reaction or...?

- I'll get some ice. - Some... For his dick?

No, he needs a doctor.

Come on, buddy. Come on, get up. Veronica, you take the other car.

You, tent the entire house! Kill any bug of any kind.

It's a fucking plague in here! What the hell is going on?

Just a little bit of discomfort.

They say it could've been fatal.

Fatal.

Not a car crash, not a mugging on the street,

a poisonous insect that penetrates the security of your home,

an insidious, malicious little fucking bug!

And it nearly killed my only son.

- But he's gonna be okay, right? - I mean, he'll live.

And presumably, he'll still be...

functional as a man.

Doesn't have it as bad as Jules Brandenberg, though.

He's got second and third-degree burns over 70% of his body,

everywhere above the ankles. Can you fucking imagine?

You mean he could die?

I don't know. I'm not a fucking doctor, but I...

One thing's for sure, he's not going to direct the movie anymore.

Lisa. Can I ask you a question?

Is this this curse you put on me?

Lou...

curses aren't real.

I'm starting to think what is real is that...

someone is actually...

you know, sabotaging my life.

And hurting innocent people close to me.

And if someone was doing that...

and didn't stop doing that...

I'd go out of my way to make that person pay for that.

I'd hurt that person very badly.

I could pay to cause a person a lot of pain.

A lot of physical pain...

if they didn't stop it.

Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

It's her. She's doing this to me.

Well, she did seem pretty dead set on fucking with you.

What'd you ever do to her?

Nothing out of the ordinary. It was business.

She has a disproportionate sense of her place in the universe.

Look. Follow her.

All right? Find out how she's doing this, find out who's helping her.

Is it Roy fucking Hardaway? He's got a thing for her. Maybe she's fucking him.

You'll pay us more money, right?

Fuck!

Yes. Obviously.

This shit should not be happening to me.

People can't fuck with me like this, with my fucking family.

You want us to get rid of her?

That's...

something you do?

Speaking for myself, on occasion. Number's gotta be right.

No guns, though. We got a parole situation to think about.

No. No. Just...

follow her.

♪ Lost in a storm ♪

♪ I sailed out to sea ♪

Boro?

Boro?

It's time to call it off.

Lou knows it's me and I think he might try to hurt me.

You think he might?

This is serious. It's gotten way out of control.

- Yeah, I know it has. - So, you'll call it off?

- Nah. - "Nah"? What do you mean, "Nah"?

- You said to set his life on fire. - Well, now I'm saying never mind.

Okay, I'm the customer and I'm canceling my order.

You break it, you bought it.

Two people are in the hospital, neither one is the guy I actually cursed.

And I don't have my movie back.

Plus, there's this trapdoor that's appeared in my apartment.

And there's something down there, some kind of presence.

Don't go down there.

Yeah, no fucking shit.

What about that other thing? Took an interest in you?

Remember? You know what I mean.

- That hateful spirit? - Yep.

I don't know. Maybe it went away like you said.

I just want all of this to stop.

Ooh.

- Hi. You wanna come with me? - I want this to stop.

There's nothing you can do.

Jennifer?

Jennifer, it's me. Shauna.

Jennifer! Ha!

I was wondering if it was you, but I wasn't sure,

because you look so, I don't know, different and everything.

I'm sorry, I thought...

You mistook me for someone else.

Yeah, I guess. I guess I did.

I thought... I thought...

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, geez.

Um, yeah, I must have made a mistake.

Oh, my God!

I think I've made a mistake. Oh.

That shit has to stop!

- Hey, you hired me, you gotta pay. - No!

No!

No.

No more throwing up kittens!

Fine! No more throwing up kittens.

Hey!

Hey!

Wait!

2-A-B-I-1-1-1...

2-A-B-I-1-1-1.

Oh, my gosh.

Okay. Okay. You're alive.

Okay. Oh, gosh.

God, you scared me so bad.

If you just want some juice or something, you just gotta push the call button.

Hey.

Hello?

Oh.

I'm just gonna get you back to bed, okay?

I'm just...

We were all inside, so we didn't hear nothing.

I think maybe it was a coyote?

Or a big cat?

That dog.

There was a dog.

- A big, black dog. - Okay.

What, does that seem implausible to you? You think I'm making it up?

No, I didn't say... Fellas, did you guys see a big, black dog around here?

- Lou? It's the hospital. - You saw the dog. Right?

Hello, Lou Burke.

What do you mean he discharged himself?

The other day Boro told me that she'd had another life,

and that she did something she could never take back.

And then this woman recognized her.

Called her Jennifer.

Maybe escalating this isn't the best idea.

Oh.

Sorry.

- Hi. - Hey.

My buddy on the force traced the plate number for me.

But I gotta call him back to get the address.

- Can I use your phone? - Yeah.

Hey, man.

Hey, Roy Hardaway.

Lisa. Roy Hardaway? What?

- Are you and him...? - Oh, no. No. He's just doing me a favor.

How do you know him well enough to ask for a favor?

Hey. Hey, Roy! Congrats on the nom.

So, her name is Shauna Davis. She lives in Pyramid Springs.

But that's, like, 75 miles from here.

- Great. Let's take your car, mine sucks. - Wait, I've got a 3 a.m. call time.

Oh.

All right, fuck it. If I'm late, I guess the stunt guy can double.

Hear that? Roy Hardaway doesn't do his own stunts.

- Goodbye, Code. - Bye, Lis. And Roy Hardaway.

How do you know she's not mistaking her for some other Jennifer?

No, she definitely recognized her. Boro is hiding something.

- Figure out what, you get her to back off? - Something like that.

You good?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go.

Is that her?

Excuse me.

- Oh. - Hi, I'm Lisa.

I saw you today.

Oh, my God. Is that...?

Is that Roy Hardaway in my driveway?

Hi, Roy!

He waved back!

What is he doing in my driveway?

- Did I win something? - No, you didn't. He's just here.

It's not important.

Anyway, I saw you today at the pet store,

and you recognized the woman I was with. Jennifer?

Are you two together? Are you with Roy Hardaway?

No, just ignore him.

Hey. Shauna, was it?

Hi, Roy!

Hi, Shauna.

So, I believe that you saw Lisa here today

at a pet store downtown with someone that you knew?

I think her name was Jennifer?

Oh. You were the girl that was getting sick.

Yeah, that's me. Hi.

You don't look much better.

Thanks, Shauna. Anyway...

what can you tell us about Jennifer?

Yeah, I thought that was her today,

but she wasn't as punk rock.

I think she changed her look up a little bit.

Well, between you and me,

and Roy...

I always thought she was kind of fake.

I'm not saying that I'm glad she disappeared,

no, but I'm not not glad.

- Disappeared? - Oh, yeah. Sure.

There were posters all over.

And when was that?

Oh, gosh. This was probably 10 years ago?

I can get you her old address.

Her husband Mike and the kids, they still live there.

I guess they're hoping she'll turn up one day.

So sad.

Oh, um...

Shauna, would you...?

Could you do us a favor?

Could you grab that address for us?

- Would you mind? - Yeah. Sure.

Come on. Let's sit you down.

Ready to go for a little ride?

Mm.

Well, just let me know

if... if you hear from him.

Well, thanks.

Did you get a hold of him?

Hmm? I was picking up Fellini.

He hates his new doggy day care.

Oh, relax.

Jonathan's an adult.

Don't smother him.

How can I smother someone who's missing?

He's getting high with his friends.

If I got a painful hard-on in front of my parents,

I'd be embarrassed. Wouldn't you?

What? What are you...? What are you talking about?

Why are you so worried?

- Pull over. Pull over. - Are you sure you're okay?

I don't know, I've never felt like this before.

I think we need to find a hospital.

This isn't medical.

It's her.

Are you sure?

My insides are rearranging themselves.

Lisa, I think you need to lie down.

I need to find him!

Who?

Boro's husband? Do you...?

Do you think he's gonna talk to you when you're in this condition?

- Come on. - Come on where?

I saw a motel a ways back, okay?

Come on, it's gonna be okay. Come on.

Well?

Okay, come in, yeah.

So, we followed her downtown, and she went to a pet store,

and she met up with this kind of, like, homeless-looking lady.

- Some sort of argument. - About what?

We couldn't hear them.

How do you know it was an argument?

Body language, man.

All right, so she got into an argument with a homeless woman.

That's what you got for me?

We followed the lady home.

So she wasn't homeless.

This is getting more exciting by the second.

Get to the point. I got a fucking migraine right behind my eye.

What's this, art for my fridge?

No, it's the hippie lady's house.

No numbers on it, though.

Cortez and Maribel.

I'm burning up.

I'm burning up. I don't know what's wrong. Hurry up.

Hurry up!

Oh, fuck!

What are you doing to me?

Goddamn it.

Lisa?

What the fuck is going on in there? Answer me, please!

Lisa!

Lisa, can you hear me?

Lisa?

Listen, I'm coming in there, okay?

Okay, so...

you've been...

producing...

kittens.

Like the one that's in there.

I guess I'm full of surprises.

And kittens, apparently.

It's in there.

You can tell her I'll go back to puking them.

I thought this would only fuck up Lou's life.

But now I've got this...

new thing.

And there's this trapdoor.

What trapdoor?

It just appeared in my bedroom.

And last night, I went down inside it.

And down there, suddenly I'm not in L.A. anymore.

The smell...

the moisture in the air.

It's like I closed my eyes...

and...

I'm back in Brazil.

There was a woman.

And when she came forward...

I felt like I was suffocating.

And even now I can feel it.

Right now.

I hear her calling me.

She wants me down there.

To be with her.

Do you wanna go?

I don't know.

I'm lost.

How's it feel?

Exhilarating.

Terrifying.

Do you wanna take back control?

- Good morning. - Morning.

- How'd you sleep? - I...

- I was saying how'd... - Good.

Good.

Got you breakfast.

Oh.

Look at that.

Did you sign the breakfast?

No. That's... Shit.

That was... I was...

gonna write something.

I thought that I was gonna be gone by the time that you woke up.

I checked my answering service and...

turns out that people are pretty pissed at me for skipping work.

So, they sent a PA to come and get me.

- I think he's here. - Shit.

- You should've gone. - No, no. I... This was...

you know...

cool.

I'm... I'm glad that I was here.

Is that what your note was supposed to say?

It was implied.

- It says, "Roy." - Yeah.

Exactly.

And you can keep it.

Wow.

I was gonna ask for your autograph, but I didn't wanna make it awkward.

Yeah. I felt that.

All right. I gotta go.

Take the Chevelle.

Don't crash it.

Thank you.

Good luck finding Boro's husband!

Fuck you, man.

My name is Lou Burke, and you are?

Tell me, Lou Burke...

do you often just waltz into strangers' houses

and announce yourself,

thinking you're entitled to their time and attention?

I've seen you before.

You were there the night that kid got burnt.

Nice house.

Fun party.

Something's going on with you and Lisa Nova. You two are in cahoots.

- Don't deny it. - Why would I deny it?

Lisa hired me to put a curse on you.

How much? What's your price?

- My price? - I'll pay.

Gotta hire somebody to redo your front lawn.

You can get out of this shithole and get yourself a place in Malibu.

- How much? - I like my yard.

Whatever this little curse of yours entails...

if it includes trashing my film to the trades,

planting poisonous spiders in my house, and hurting my son,

then it stops now.

No.

Excuse me?

I can't do that.

Why can't you do that?

I just can't.

Are you magic or not?

What the fuck do you want from me?

Nothing. You came to me.

Oh! Oh, wait. That's it?

Come on.

Lou!

What a wet noodle. Come on.

The way Lisa talks about you, I thought you'd be a lot more fun.

Here.

Come on.

What happened to the Art of the Deal?

Can you help me...

or can't you?

You and Lisa...

have a symbiotic relationship.

- No, we fucking do not. - Yeah, you fucking do.

I created it.

You strike, she hits back.

You wanna master her?

She wants to master you.

I am just a roadside picnic in this girl's journey.

Are you a weak man, Lou?

No.

You seem like a person who likes to fight back.

Every fucking time.

Mm-hm. Okay.

She's running from something.

Find out what it is and use it against her.

How about a hint? Hmm?

Something happened to her...

out there in the woods, before I met her.

Where she was shooting her movie.

I don't know exactly.

But I felt it.

I saw this white light...

suddenly flare.

That's when I called her here.

You... called her?

Yes.

You want to master Lisa Nova?

Find out who she really is.

Is her movie any good, by the way?

It has potential.

Hmm.

So, find out what happened when she was shooting it.

The woods are full of dirt.

You dig?

And if you do find out anything, come back and tell me.

I fucking love gossip.

Lou Burke!