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Hey. Do you know the gentleman's
club near the university?

- The Skylar?
- Yeah.

- Is it still open this late?
- As far as I know.

Lori, you were great.
We loved having you here.

But this week, we're booked
solid through till Sunday.

I got Amber Lynn headlining.

So, let me do a set or two
before Amber.

Lori, she's headlining for me.

If I put you up on that stage
in front of her

to scarf up the tip money,
she'll kill me for it.

You gotta book in advance.

Who the hell's managing you?

No one right now.

Look, I left LA
with not enough cash,

and I've managed to make it
this far with enough gigs,

but I just-- I'm...
I'm running low, you know.

I'm riding the fucking
Hound, you know?

Look, if you just loan me
enough now for...

the bus to Chicago
and maybe a hotel,

next time I'm here,
I'll make it even.

Okay?

Hey, is this Phalen Park?

Yeah.

Could you take a left on Forest
and then right on Maryland?

Okay.

Up here. On the right.

Where to now?

Is there a hotel
near the bus station?

Sure.

Vincent!

Come on, get in the car.

Hey! Hey! Vincent where the--
the fuck you going?

Hey! Vincent!

Hey, asshole!
What the fuck?

Hey! The fuck's wrong with you?

Hey!

I don't got time. Like I told
you, I'm in kind of a hurry.

I did not know
that you like Westerns.

Shit, I'll watch anything
with Forrest Tucker.

The man was legendary.
Him and John Ireland.

Maybe my language
isn't strong enough.

Girl, stop cleaning everything
and get over here!

- Acting like you're Hazel.
- I am just trying to be helpful.

Well, don't be auditioning.
You moved in.

It's your home. I will figure
out a way to pay my share.

I'm not worried about that.

Start walking. If you
don't remember by the time

you reach that tree, you can
just forget everything?

Hey, look here.

So, the studio movie
starts shooting tomorrow.

U.P.M. called me about
a set costumer thing.

- Mm-hm.
- Fish-out-of-water story with...

some Australian man who moves
to the Big Apple

and schools us all.

So I put you up for the job.

'Cause I knew you can handle it.

Thank you.

Yeah, well, I gotta look out
for my little partner.

I'm the one that's supposed to
be taking care of you.

Well, you are. We're family.

- I'm out of money.
- Right. What do you still owe?

Scene to scene?

I mean, half the fucking movie.

Harvey, almost all
of my exteriors.

I don't know what to tell you.

You were gonna peel off
20 for me from

- your straight-to-video stuff.
- I did! What are you talking
about?

- Well, so-- so what?
- Hey, even though you only

matched it with ten,
I still gave you the 20.

What the fuck you think you've
been shooting on the last six
weeks?

- That's all gone?
- All of it. Yes.

All of it.

Fuck!

I don't wanna lose these actors.

I don't blame you. You know.
I've...

I've seen some of your dailies.

Look, if I could steal more
for myself to get you there,

I would, but I can't.

We're broke. Maybe I could look
in my wallet

and find you enough to finish

what you have on the schedule
this week,

but that's it.
Afterwards, you know,

you're gonna have to
suspend production.

You know, at least
for the time being.

What would you do
if you were me?

I'd cast a legend.

- Oh, okay.
- Well...

You're not gonna get any fresh
backing without any names on this.

You know, there's not a single
porn star in the bunch.

- Okay? There's not one single...
- No, Harvey. They're actors.

- ...name for the one-sheet.
- I need them to act. Fuck porn stars.

Excuse me. You
want money, right?

So, go through your Rolodex,
find someone with fans

who wants a chance to act
in something real,

and then use them in a way
that doesn't ruin

any of the scenes
you really need,

and then make them take
their clothes off and fuck.

Once.
Twice.

A big enough name's gonna
get you that fresh backing.

So, compromise, Eileen.
You know?

It can't all be art.

- Brought supplies.
- No milk?

- Who mixes milk with mash?
- Ah. So just the essentials.

So...

What do you think of this place?

It's pretty much
what I pictured.

- Thank you, Vince.
- Yeah. Thank the owner.

What's the man's name?

Jerome. He used to... drink his
lunch in the Hi-Hat, noon to
one?

Yeah. I remember.

Good dude.

He said to enjoy
it in good health.

Well, that's out of my hands.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

You could finish
splitting that wood.

All right.

Man, you know what you're
doin'? -Please. It's like riding
a bike.

- Just sit back and relax.
- All right.

I'm out of the business.

I appreciate you reachin' out.

- But I can't.
- Okay,

but there's barely
any fucking to be done.

I mean it's-- it's really just
so I can put your name on the poster

and get some fresh
money behind me.

And what we're doing...

is different... than anything
you or I have ever done.

- And you could do some acting.
-"Acting."

Who are you bullshitting?

No one ever paid me to act.

I knew what I was there to do.

Shit, Shana.

If you knew you weren't gonna
take this part,

why'd you agree to meet me?

I'm bored.

I wanted to go to a restaurant
with an old friend,

and... catch up.

Uh-huh.

Oh, honey.

I got married.

- Damn.
- Yeah.

To one of the richest
real estate developers

in New York.

Aaron Rivers used to show up
at my movie premieres

in the city and just...

stand in the lobby
and stare at me.

Two dates later he proposed.

He moved me into a 12-bedroom
Tudor revival mansion

in Tuxedo Park
and gave me an unlimited allowance.

The caveat was
I had to quit the business.

You know where I came from.

I was a star.

And what I had, I earned.

God.

I loved the attention.

- Yeah.
- I can admit that.

The goddamn attention
was what I loved about it.

Even more than the money.

Now I'm just another woman
living in a gilded cage.

I made a mistake.

What can I say?

Let us have another. Hm?

So, what the fuck we doin'?

- About the girls?
- No, about the situation in Lebanon.

I don't know, Tom. How you gonna
keep 'em down on the farm

when they've seen the lobby
of every hotel in town?

You make an example.

Well... it's warm enough now.

Yeah, I'll go into the village.
Get some firewood delivered.

Enough to last me.

- Got any heating here?
- Not much.

What'll you do in the winter?

Winter's not gonna
touch me, man.

Rudy's gone.

What do you mean?

He's dead.

His people did him.

The way they do, you know.

How?

In his car.

Up on 49th, at the river.

Shot in the head.

Why'd they do him like that?

So, now it's just Tommy.

The new capo.

Tommy ain't right in the head.

You know, he...

thinks something and...
his trigger finger reacts.

- You think he did Rudy?
- I don't know.

But I've seen him do people,
so I know he will.

Whatever Rudy had is now his.

Look, you, You want me
to get you some...

medicine or somethin'?
I don't know.

No.

I'm good.

Wish they had a phone in here.

We could at least talk.

I can call you from town...
time to time.

I will come back
up here next month.

Sure thing.

We had fun, man.

Yeah, we did.

Yeah.

My father used to say...

"Never let anything
walk by you."

I took his advice.

I don't believe I left
one stone unturned.

You remember Honey?

Of course.

Honey was somethin'.

All of 'em.

The whole parade, man.

They were rich.

I ain't got no regrets.

I drink from the cup.

Mike...

What?

Shit.

This is hard for me.

- I--
- Shh.

Let's enjoy this fire.

Michael's
saying goodbye to some friends

before he leaves for school.

That's great.

It's quiet in this house.

It is.

This isn't fair to me.

I understand.

I understand.

I'm sorry I hurt you...

but I don't regret
the time we had together...

...or the family that we made.

I'll...

I'll start looking for
a place of my own.

You could've brought breakfast.

Yeah, well-- I went to see Mike.

I'm so sorry.

I feel like this is, like,
a real estate agent sweater.

- No.
-"Donate me."

I don't want to see her
in anymore sweaters, I think.

- Eileen?
- Yeah?

There's a Lori on the phone
asking for Candy.

- Lori Madison?
- She's calling collect. Do I
accept?

- I--I'm gonna transfer her.
- Okay.

- Lori?
- Accept charges?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I'll
accept. -Go ahead.

Lori!

Hey, Candy.

Hey. Where the fuck are you?
California?

- No. Youngstown.
- You're in Ohio?

Yeah. I didn't know who else
to call at this point.

I'm out of money,
and I'm trying to get to New York.

I had to leave LA
in kind of a rush, and...

I didn't really
plan so good, and...

If you have any work,

anything that you
could lend me now,

I could...
I could pay you back.

- Um...
- Uh... Yeah.

Wh--Where do you want me
to send it?

I'm act-- I'm at the place right
now. I can just--

I just need to go in
and get the information.

Oh, my G--Thank you so much.

So much. I'll be right back.

Hey, Harvey!

How about Lori fucking Madison
on my one-sheet?

Does that get me a little cash
in a hurry?

And finally, adult entertainment
is no longer a growth industry
in Midtown.

We are expanding enforcement

in response to concerns about
the infiltration

of sex establishments,
loiterers and criminals

into areas north and west

of the designated condemnation sites.

If you observe any
of these elements on your block,

give us a call
and we will be there for you.

But don't be mistaken,

if you're supporting any of
these undesirable elements,

we will also be there for you.

Thank you, Gene.
May we open this up to
questions?

We'll take questions one at a
time. No interrupting.

Miss Parker.

Hi. I'm Abby Parker.

For almost 15 years,
I've run a bar over on 45th Street.

Anyone who comes into my bar,
they're my customer.

In this neighborhood,
that's meant getting to know

more than a few prostitutes,
pimps, dealers, addicts,
homeless people...

All the undesirables you allude
to in your rallying cry.

Those are my customers,
and many have become friends.

And, Gene, you're misleading
everyone coming here

to tell us that this new phase
of redevelopment

is gonna save my neighborhood
from itself,

that the city is looking out for
us. Sure.

There's billions of dollars at
play... but it's private money.

Seems your role in this is to
make the remapping of Times Square

a bit more palatable
by pretending it's a public project.

But, Gene, you know I mean this
with love in my heart.

You can go fuck yourself
if you expect us to do your bidding.

All due respect,
but my office has been working

to make Midtown more hospitable
since before redevelopment.

Hospitable for whom?

Mm? I'm sure there's economic
development and jobs coming in,

but the people I know
won't see any of that.

No. You're gonna rebuild
and re-gild Times Square,

and anyone who's not up
to corporate standards

of respectability
gets kicked down the road.

I run a bar where job one

is to treat the damned
and the damnable alike,

with a little dignity.

I--I might not have done much
in the last 14 years...

but I've served an honest drink.

And I'm not gonna stop.

Fuck is your problem?

Sorry I couldn't deal the other
day, I just had something on my mind.

Yeah? What?

Rudy fucked your head up.

Sure.

It just fucks me up that
it's like Rudy never existed.

For weeks now, I
get the envelopes,

I pass it on to you.

- It's like nothing changes.
- What should change?

Look.

I loved Rudy.

I feel real bad about
what happened to him.

Know who killed him?

Could be anyone.

Yeah, could be.

Listen.

Vincent.

Here's a little secret:

I don't know who did Rudy.

But I know it may have happened
because when push came to shove,

he didn't give you up.

Did you know that?

He took your weight
for killing Cacace.

He paid your debt that way.

So, now Cacace's people,
they're not looking for you anymore

because Rudy was
an eye for an eye.

Yeah.

Well, I told him about
you and Frankie.

About the drug thing.
I thought he might've been in that.

No shit.

These past weeks,
you've been duckin' me

as if I'm gonna drop you
if you so much as

blink in front of me.

Look, Rudy hated the drug thing.

So do a lot of the older guys,
so they say.

But the reality is
that if we stay out that game,

only thetutsoon's
gonna be making any money.

Rudy was wrong about that.

And he was wrong
not to take you out...

when the word came down
for him to do that.

In our business,
when you're wrong,

you-- you don't get to retire.

How about me?

What about you, Vincent?

The fact is, me and you
know things about each other,

so as long as we keep those
to ourselves, we're good.

Just keep doing what you're
doing. Bobby too, Irene,
everyone else in your crew.

It'll be all right.

I'm already workin'
on a new spot for you.

Well, I don't know...

I don't know if I wanna go back
to that life. I'm...

finally sleeping
normal hours again.

We'll find you a new spot,
and it'll be like it was.

Only difference is now
the envelopes go to me.

Gonna put you in a real nice
club. You'll like it.

Abby!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Doesn't look like you're gonna
be able to slip out tonight.

We're in the weeds,
and I'm closing tonight.

You've been closing a lot
lately. -What can I say? I'm
busy.

Hey, bartender.
Can I get another beer?

- I--I gotta go.
- Come to my show tomorrow night.

- I'll try.
- It's important to me, Abby.

I'll be there.

I owe you.

Mm.

I'm good for the work.

Well, for the work, you know,
you're going in the wrong direction.

All the work's in
LA, you know that.

Not for me. Not anymore.

I left my man. And then me
and Kiki split up, too. So...

that was like a month ago.

Went back on the dance circuit,

I've just been doing some
low-end places for tips,

you know, sold a few Polaroids.

Yeah, I get it.

But... tonight, for the first
time in a long while,

I got off the Greyhound
in the Apple,

walked through Port Authority,

and not a single pimp
looked at me, so...

I must've gotten old or
something. -Nah, girl, you still
got it.

Well, look...
I'm directing something new.

The schedule's haphazard,
I shoot when I've got money,

but I do have a couple of scenes
coming up.

I could write a part in for you.

I mean, it's--it's not gonna
keep you afloat, but...

- it's something.
- Yeah, anything.

Here's my home number.
Call me and,

I'll let you know when
you can pick up your pages.

- Where are you staying?
- ... Just a hotel to start.

Well, you know, unless you're
gonna stay at an SRO...

you're gonna need a credit card.

Don't kill me on this, okay?

Some place clean, but not
the Waldorf Astoria, all right?

Yeah.

Welcome back.

No palm trees, no sunshine,
no fucking avocados.

Thank you, Candy. Bye.

Abby!

Abby!

Xiomara said what again?

She said that she and the girls
weren't coming back to the
French Parlor.

Or any other parlors.
Said those days were done.

- Where's her loyalty?
- Yeah, I was the one that put her

on the party circuit
in the first place.

She didn't care about what you
or your father thought about her.

- She named y'all specifically.
- That girl got fire.

Whose side are you on?

Oh, come on, you gotta
at least give her that.

You know, it's what Tommy says,
shoulda made an example of her.

And then what happens?
Because I fuck up Xiomara,

all other girls are gonna come
running out of the hotel bars,

and toss their damn beepers
in the street?

They gonna close shop and come
running back to these parlors?

Mm. Never gonna happen.

Well, what am I supposed to tell
Tommy Longo when he comes by?

Tell him you made a decision.
Man can respect that.

When I was in Rikers...

there was this one guy who
went by "Spanish Joe"

who marked me as
soon as I came in.

I don't know why, certain guys
just be angry like that.

They gotta look down on someone.

He told me straight up:
"I'm about to murder yo' ass."

That was his big mistake.

Some guys just run their gums
too long. Like my man Tuco said,

"When you have to shoot, shoot,
don't talk."

Spanish Joe gave
me time to think,

so I made a decision.
Got friendly with the guard,

he passed me one of those
machinist screwdrivers

with the long shaft.

One morning, I caught up with
Spanish Joe in the showers.

Wanna get a man when he's
most vulnerable?

You hit him while he's naked.

Got him in a headlock

and drove that screwdriver
through his eye,

all the way to the handle.

Just buried the motherfucker
in his brain.

See, he thought it was gonna go
a certain way,

but it was me who wrote
the end of his story.

I'm confused.
You're saying what?

That we should kill Xiomara?

You're missing my
point entirely.

I had a problem and I solved it.

Let me ask again. What am I
supposed to tell Tommy Longo?

Motherfucker, tell him you can't
fight the future.

Those girls are gone.
Look that dago motherfucker in
the eye

and tell him we
gotta do something else.

Baby, can I get some duck sauce?

Who the fuck's Tuco?

So, I read the pages,

and no offence, guys,
this is dry stuff.

I mean, I took a woman's
studies course pass-fail

my last year in college,
and it was way more dramatic.

Hey, Larry, what was
a degenerate like you

doing in a woman's
studies class?

- To score pussy, Candy.
- Oh, yeah, and... and did you?

I did. Some of
the angriest pussy imaginable.

But my point is: why would
Lori Madison give you

two scenes of talk
and a quick fuck-and-suck

for an art-house project
that is gonna have no back-end?

Well, she's in New York, Larry;
she wants to work.

That's her problem.

She's under exclusive contract
to Vibrance.

She works for us only.

Well, she's not gonna make
any money for you

sitting on her ass.

Come on, Candy!
Who are you kidding?

You're throwing her just enough
work so you can put her on the poster

and raise some
dollars behind it.

And you're trying to do it at
a discount.

Truth be told,
there's no price you can name

that's gonna get me to give up
my rights to Lori Madison.

She works with me,
or she doesn't work.

It's Harvey.

2,000 to Lori, in
cash, in her hand

on the day of the shoot,
2,000 to you...

Larry, in a cashier's check
I send in the mail today.

3,000 to me, Harvey.

Sold.

But, Candy, baby...

- Yeah, Larry.
- The fuck are you doing?

If you're so hungry to raise
money for this film project,

why play small stakes?

Lori Madison cameo is only
gonna raise you so much money.

What you got in mind, Larry?

A feature. One of mine.
A return to the golden age.

Booked in theaters,
an actual three-act story,

great production
values, and stars.

Like a Green Door
or a Misty Beethoven.

Well, you know, it's all
about the script, Larry, so...

I gotta read it before I can
make any kind of a decision.

I can get you your pages.

What are you talking pages?

You want me to direct
this thing, right?

We want you to fuck, Candy.

You and two or three other
legends that still present on film.

The return of Candy Renée.

You know, I'm not in front of
the camera anymore.

Not for a long time, Larry.

Yeah, you're still hot as lava.

Be that as it may.

Two days of work.

Straight on-camera fucking,
tastefully done!

No anal, no gape-shots,
nothing like that.

10,000 dollars, no strings.

No gape shots.

Ten large can buy you
a couple weeks of production

at New York prices,
I'm guessing.

Twenty.

Half when I sign...

You're kidding, right?

Yes or no?

Fifteen. And... I'll throw back
our piece on Lori.

'Cause I'm a giver!

Game's changed. Three girls will
pool money and get a furnished apartment

over near one of the tunnels,

put and ad in The Voice,
and boom, instant trick-pad.

We're not getting a piece of
any of that stuff?

Fuck that!

No.

The girls do not walk.
They don't do that.

If we, bruise up
that... Xiomara,

the other girls'll come back.

They're not coming back.

And roughing up one mouthy broad
won't help.

Beepers made 'em bold.

They figured out they don't need
pimps or whore houses.

Some of them, anyway.

And you know what, Tommy?
They're right.

It's a free country.

Tommy, a few more months
of all this,

all our parlors
are gonna be empty.

Yeah, okay. Okay.

Okay.

It's like...
It's an economics problem.

It's like management.

I'd rather shoot a motherfucker.

Hey, girl.

Hm.

- You want a drink?
- Sure.

Your pages are on the table.

Just go ahead and sit down.

This is really nice,
when did you move?

Well, a couple years ago,

when my erotica films were
more popular.

I was spending a lot of nights
at Harvey's editing suite,

so I figured it'd be good to get
something a little closer.

So, you gonna move back?

I guess so.
You seem to be doing okay here.

Nah, the business is really
drying up in New York.

I'm one of the last holdouts.

I'll make it work.

Thanks for the part.

Sure.

I was in town earlier this
year. -Oh, yeah?

I came in to audition for a role
for, a straight movie...

- a slasher thing.
- Ah.

It's pretty stupid, all of it.
I didn't even get a call-back.

Well, that happens all the time.

Mm. Actors learn how to take it.
It doesn't mean anything.

You don't think so?

You don't think it had anything
to do

with me being Lori Madison,
porn star?

You think that doesn't matter,
I think that's all that matters.

Listen, Lori,

it hasn't been easy for me,
either, making changes.

Now that the movies are on tape,

there's no such thing as
an ex-pornstar.

I mean, that shit's around
forever, but...

you know, so what?
Just shake it off and move on.

So, you're telling me that I can
never really escape the life?

You don't need to escape it.

You shouldn't wanna escape it;
you're Lori Madison,

people love Lori Madison.

I mean, Lori Madison won four
fucking Eroticas.

Lori Madison is money.

She helped me make a movie
I'm proud of.

You know, you're Lori Madison,
goddammit!

But... you know,
if you're saying

that's not all you are,
I do get that.

You gotta save something for
yourself, you can't be just her.

How do you know? You've only
ever known me like this.

I know.

I mean, I'm Candy Renée...
to most of the world.

But I'm also...

Eileen Merrell.

I'm a mother, I'm a daughter...

I'm somebody's lover.

I'm both people, you know?
We live two lives.

That's how we do.

I don't have a kid.

I don't have a man anymore.

I don't have a family.

Shit. I drove past my old house
in Minnesota

on the way here
and it was boarded up.

Mm.

This is all I am.

It's not.

What time's my call tomorrow?

We start at 9:00 tomorrow.

Now we got some money on-hand,
so we can probably get through

your sequence by the end
of next week,

if we can find some locations.

Mm-kay.
I hate to do this again,

but do you have
a few dollars for a taxi?

Mm-hm.

You know what? Just take 40.

I'll get it back
when we wrap you out and pay.

Okay.

Hey, Lori.

What's your real name?

Hey!

What's your real name?

Land O'Lakes Girl.
Remember?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Joey, you got a girlfriend?

- No one special.
- That means no one.

What, you think there's
something wrong with me?

Even Hitler had a girlfriend.

Stop it, Bobby!

You two want some coffee?

Yeah.

I mean, yes, please.

None for me.

So, how'd it go
today with Tommy?

He gonna set the girls straight?

No. No one is setting
anyone straight.

Well, shit, Dad.
I handed you this money maker,

and now we're just
pissing it away.

I ain't beating on women
so you can get paid!

I got more character than that,
and you do, too!

All right. All right.
Doesn't matter 'cause...

I got a better opportunity
for you, anyway.

- A sure thing.
- Ain't no such thing as a sure thing.

See, my friend at work
has a cousin at the FDA.

There's this drug, it treats
irregular heartbeats.

It's for guys like you,
so you don't stroke out.

The pharmaceutical company's
stock has been going up.

Everyone thinks the drug
is gonna get approved.

So?

My friend's cousin says it's
not gonna get approved

on account of all the bad
side effects.

Like, zero chance.

So, a guy who shorts the stock
is gonna make a mint.

What's that mean,
"short the stock"?

Instead of betting that
the stock's gonna go up,

you bet that it's gonna go down.

That's un-American!

Come on, Dad.

You give me 20 Gs,
I'll do all the work,

I'll get us set up, you and me
split the profits.

- Twenty Gs?
- Yeah.

Fuck you!

How much could we make?

Hey. Need a light?

Who's holding?

Cops.

Fuck you, bitch!

I used to own this stroll
from here up to 47th Street.

Who the fuck is holding?

- Coke or dope?
- Coke.

See my man in the suede?

Hey!

Thanks a lot. Have a good
night. -You too.

I had a feeling
you'd turn up eventually.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Been hard to pin down lately.

I'm sorry about that, too.

A woman I haven't
seen in a while wanted to

talk to me about a job
before I left.

Doesn't matter anymore.

Can we still get in?

They locked the gate.

It's too late.

It's not just your
friend tonight.

What are you saying?

When I realized
this wasn't working,

I knew you'd never be
the one to end it.

So... I'm gonna do it for you.

Maybe you just haven't met
the right person yet.

Or maybe you did, and you
haven't given them enough of a chance.

You'll be okay?

Always have.

Hey, baby.

- Hey, baby. You dating?
- Yeah, how much?

Fifty takes you around the
world. -God, you're a steal!

- Twenty for the room.
- Of course.

A door is ajar.

What's your name, baby?

Sarah.

Better than when
we were married.

How about that?

It isn't always there for us.
Maybe that's why it's good.

Yeah, well...

I mean... we're older now.

Older is better?

More like smarter.
You know. I mean, maybe if...

maybe if we'd been what we are
now back then...

things would have
played out differently.

Just something to think about.

I guess.

But now it is what it is, Vin.

Hm. Why, you don't think we
could, though?

I think it's like...

we took what we had,
and we dropped it on the floor...

like it was some old teacup
or something.

Hm.

And... now... with the kids
grown and the years gone,

we could sit there on the floor
with the glue and...

put it all back together again,
every piece where it needs to go.

And then, at the end,
after all that work...

you'd still see all the cracks
and the missing pieces.

You and Abby?

Nobody wants to be anybody's
second choice, Vin.

That never works.

Easier to just...

buy a new teacup?

Yeah.

Easier.

Mm.

Abby?

Shit.

What do you wanna call this one?

"Apple 30."

We should shoot.

What are we supposed to shoot
without Lori?

She hasn't even phoned.

Hey, Deb. Did...
Did Lori call Harvey's office?

- No idea.
- She's always been flakey.

I...

She really wanted this role.

We can call the other actors,
maybe shoot a different scene?

- No.
- What do you mean "No"?

You've got all the equipment
rented, everyone's here.

I don't wanna shoot today.

All right, everyone.

That's a wrap.