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Can you see him?

Are you with him?

What does he want?

Ask him the question.

"What do you want from me?"

What are you doing?

It's... it's an inner child visualisation technique.

Yeah, are you a psych?

A trained psychologist?

No.

Then I don't really think you should be taking wild stabs

at people's childhood traumas.

The details of this session were in your treatment plan.

It's easy to call yourself a healer, isn't it?

To prey on people's pain?

I... I wasn't trying to do that...

Spa, sauna, massage. Stick to the bullshit you're good at.

Shirt.

- What? - Give me my shirt.

Fuck.

You dropped your thingy.

- Keep it. - Cool.

Probably get at least a couple of hundred dollars for it on eBay.

Ahuh.

You've touched it with your famous hands.

People are perverse.

Can I have some of that?

I'm Andy.

- I'm Hedwig. - Uh-huh.

You look like a Hedwig.

So what are you a... patient here?

No.

I live here.

With the mystic?

You're not like some kind of shaman in training are you?

I just help out and she gets a fake daughter

until the real daughter comes back from New York.

Uh-huh.

So do you have the number for a dealer or...

Someone discrete?

What do you need? I could get some for you.

You don't look like a dealer.

Give us your phone then.

They'd have to come in the back way.

Fucking paparazzi are staking out the front of my place.

Text me.

There's a path. I'll give you directions.

OK.

For some reason I feel like I can trust you.

Everything OK?

Everything's perfect.

Where've you been? I've been trying to contact you for days.

How's the new house?

- You picked this? - Of course I did.

- I had Serge do the decor. - Oh, it's a fucking mausoleum.

You could be in prison, remember? How's the wellness place?

- Hello? - It's a bunch of arseholes.

- You staying clean? - Ah, yeah, sorry, gotta go Leila.

Great. Thanks. There's an extra hundred in there for you.

Nice house.

You think?

Na, not really.

That's a very frank stare you've got there.

Ahh, fuck!

It's all over now.

So where do you live when you're not with the mystic?

A house.

A house.

What kind of house?

A gingerbread house.

So, what's it like being an actor?

Oh, fuck.

I think it's the most beautiful form of expression.

Oh you do, do you?

You fragile and needy?

- No. - Too bad.

Would've helped.

I brought you something.

What is it?

It's my audition tape. I'm applying for acting school.

Oh.

You're a little hustler, aren't you?

What did you bring your CV too?

Most fucking entrepreneurial dealer I've ever met.

I met a lot of dealers.

Just forget about it.

- Let's put it on, shall we? - Give it back.

Forget it.

Aren't you gonna hang around for the Oscar performance?

Hope you've got your fucking speech prepared!

Come on! I thought you weren't fragile.

Who's the director?

Uh, the writer. She's French.

And first-time director.

Jesus Christ.

And you'll need to test.

Oh, forget it. I don't test.

You do now, Andy. The offer is conditional.

They want you to fly to Sydney...

No, no. I haven't tested in years, Leila. Forget it, I don't fucking test.

This is literally the first time my phone has rung for you

since this whole clusterfuck started.

Mother... Fuckers! God damn it. Hey!

- Stop shouting! - Call the police!

Move it, now!

Dolan, mate!

Have a look at this guy! Bathrobe and all, eh?

Ben.

- Long time. - Long time alright.

Heard about your whole shitstorm, mate.

Yeah.

Nice place.

Uhm, got a call about a couple of paparazzi trespassing or?

No. It's all good. They uh, they left, so.

You sure? I mean, I'm happy to look around.

Yeah, no. Sorry you had to come up here, it's fine.

OK.

Andy?

We should go for a wave.

Yeah, like the old days.

The old days.

Yeah.

- Sounds good. I'll text you. - I've got your number.

Yes, Andy.

Send me the script. I'll take a look. But they come to me.

Hi, this is Hedwig. I'm not around. Text me.

Hedwig, it's Andy.

Uhm...

I-I thought you might wanna help me run some lines. It'd really help me out.

So I watched your audition tape.

Oh yeah?

- What do you think of the script? - Pretty corny.

Any questions about the scene?

Thoughts?

Spare me the self-pity you needy fuck.

I don't want to hear it.

- I messed up. - You blew up our entire life, asshole.

I'm sorry Polly, what else can I say?

You're just a hunk of meat that got lucky.

We had a good run.

It's over.

That's all I was to you anyway.

Stepping stone on your way to something better.

Can't say or blame you, I guess.

Anything's better than rock-bottom.

Jesus.

What are you do gonna do when your looks fade

and nobody remembers your name?

Maybe I'll kill myself.

- You don't have the guts. - I'm serious, Polly.

Guess I picked a good time to say goodbye then.

I have a proposition for you.

You could go down on me if you wanted to.

I mean, you could pay me... to.

I don't need to pay for sex.

You pay for drugs, all the things you like.

Just thought you might enjoy going down on me every once in a while.

I'd get off on it too.

How much?

$1000.

Thanks.

I'll send you my bank details.

- Tallulah! - What the fuck is this?

OK.

You're supposed to be getting clean. You pathetic wad of shit.

I got an order out.

Eh, come on. Please!

Please don't do this to me right now.

- I'm getting clean. I swear.

Hi Jane. You didn't have to bring your mother, you know.

- Hey baby, it's Daddy.

Hey darling.

- I messed up. - You messed up?

You blew up our entire lives, arsehole.

I'm sorry, Tallulah. What else do you want me to do, huh? Kill myself?

- You don't have the guts. - I'm serious.

Hey! Tallulah!

Yes, hello.

Hi, it's David Cohen here. We're here for Andy Dolan for the audition.

You're looking well.

Oui Oui.

She says she likes your choice on the robe. Very bold. I agree.

So... whenever you're ready.

Action.

Spare me the self-pity, you needy fuck. I don't want to hear it.

I... I messed up.

Messed up? You blew up our entire life, asshole.

I'm sorry, Pol.

What else can I say?

Nothing.

You're a hunk of meat that got lucky.

We had a good run. It's over.

That's all I was to you anyway.

A spring board.

A stepping stone on your way to something better.

Can't say I blame you, I guess.

Anything's better than rock-bottom.

Jesus.

What are you gonna do when your looks fade and nobody remembers your name?

Well maybe I'll...

It's okay now.

Hey, Andy.

I'm at the headland.

Are you OK?

I'm not that good.

Stay there. I'm coming.

Andy, let's go.

Do you want me to call anyone? Like...

A friend or family or anything?

No, everyone's tired of me. I'm tired of me.

Let me go.

Will you stay with me for a little while?

Wanna swap bodies?

No thanks. Penises are cumbersome.

They are.

Sorry about yesterday's histrionics.

I understand.

- You do? - Mm-hmm.

Why are you sad?

What?

What happened to you?

Who did it to you?

I have a spare room.

I have a lot of spare rooms actually.

You could come live here for a little while if you like.

I don't understand but...

It's OK. I promise.

Call you later.

- Who's that guy? - My friend.

I don't usually tell strangers about the back path.

He's cool.

Well...

Welcome home.

- Is that a cat? - Leslie.

I fucking hate cats.

Hey! There she is.

Good news. You got the part.

Fuck. Good.

- I got the movie. - Yay!

Got to start getting fit. Shooting on the Amalfi coast in February.

You should uh, you should come with me.

You could be my... whatever. You should just come with me.

Sounds good.

Who are you texting all the time?

Well, do I get a congratulatory discount?

No.

I never asked you what you're saving for.

Freedom.

Can I help you?

Can I help you?

This is private property.

There it is. And here it isn't.

Well, I'm asking you to fuck off.

Hedwig!

And where the fuck you going?

- Seeing friends. - What friends?

I have friends, Andy.

Oh, you do? Well then, we should have them over for dinner. I'd love to meet them.

When will you be back?

When I come back.

Hi, this is Hedwig. I'm not around. Text me.

Hi, this is Hedwig.

Hi, this is Hedwig. I'm not around. Text me.

Hi, this is Hedwig. I'm not around. Text me.

Did you get a good look?

Does he pay you or do you give it to him for free?

Hedwig! Hedwig! What's in the bag?

What's in the fucking bag?

What the fuck is all this, huh?

What is he, your boyfriend? Your pimp?

I just need to know if there's a whore operating out of my house.

You're a real shit person, Andy.

Did you get in?

No.

Hey.

Don't worry about it. Just forget it.

Well, I'll pay you to stay.

I want to do something for you.

For your birthday.

OK.

So there's a party tonight at Andy Dolan's. Wear something nice.

Hey!

There's a party tonight at the mansion at the top of York Street.

You guys should come.

Whiskey, neat.

Oh, hey, Andy.

Happy birthday. This is Chris, Eilish, I'm Gina.

What are you doing here, sorry?

We're Hedwig's friends, we're working the party.

Well, where is Hedwig? She's not answering her phone.

Not sure, sorry.

Fuckin' great.

This is my partner, Damian. He's a writer, actually.

He's written a screenplay, you should read it!

Oh wow. It's time to go.

What the fuck, man?

- Gina. - We're cool.

Well, I don't like you. So get the fuck out of my house.

- Come on. - Come on, let's just go.

No, no. We were fucking invited to this party!

Where the fuck is Hedwig?

- Come with us. - Come on, let's go.

Where the fuck have you been?

Andy, this is my friend Scout, back from Julliard.

- Hi. - It's his birthday.

Oh, um... happy birthday.

Hey, here he is.

Hey, thanks for the invite, mate. What a place!

Hey, you got any spare rooms around here or something? You know?

I'm honestly thinking about crashing here tonight.

Hey.

You leaving?

Yeah. We'll see you later.

Wh... where are you going?

Andy, you're fine. You're good.

No, no, you can't leave. That's not how this works.

If you leave now you... you're done.

Get the fuck off me.

You're fucking out.

You're done! I'm serious.

I'm bored. You fucking whore.

You can get your shit and you can get the fuck out of my house!

- I'll destroy you. - Yeah? You'll destroy me?

Fuck you!

Fuck you and your stupid cat!

Arsehole!

Millionaires and whores.

This party's fucking hilarious.

Aren't you fucking that blonde chick?

Can you fuck off now?

I was just leaving.

Everyone...

Get out of my house!

Get out of my house, now!

Andy. Andy!

Andy.

Andy!

Andy!

I'll do whatever you want. Please Andy!

Please open... open the door.

Please let me in.

Andy! Andy! Please!

Please!

Please Andy!