All language subtitles for The Big Take 2018, 1080p Web. Eng Sub (MP4)

Some people say

that they would kill
to make it in Hollywood.

Only difference...

I just did.

Wait with the car.
I won't be long.

You're Douglas Brown.

I'm a producer. This is just...

My friend wrote this script.

I'm producing, he's directing...

You would be perfect
for the lead.

Great. Let's do lunch.

Dude. Oh, are you serious?

Of course not.

I can't listen to movie
pitches from anyone.

You don't understand, Mr. Brown,

this script is based
on an actual true story.

It's real.

Yeah.

I don't care.

- We got mango juice?
- No.

I got Douglas Brown
in the VIP room.

I told him, "Whatever you wanna
drink, I'll get you."

He says, "Mango juice."

Look, why don't we just
send somebody?

- All right. Send somebody quick.
- I'll send him.

Hey, how you doin'?

I don't like that guy.
Send somebody else.

Ugh, you know what?

Go to the walk-in,
all the way in the back,

get the best bottle
of champagne we got,

and bring it to the table.

Shit's gross.

- Happy Birthday, Jack.
- Thank you. Oh.

Why does he keep
mentioning Panama?

Panama's a beautiful country.

Wonderful people, wonderful
people, very subservient.

- Beautiful beaches.
- With banks that keep secrets.

Uh-huh. That has something to do
with one of his divorces.

We love you.
We love you, D.B.

You know, I don't know why your
mother has turned on me, Jack.

- I never turned on you guys.
- Why is he here?

I... he hasn't left the house
for anybody's birthday.

- Mom...
- He wants something.

You're right, I want something.

Who cares about his birthday?

I came here to make
sure that your son

gets the character
in my next picture changed.

It's gonna be my big comeback.

Getting a little old
for a comeback.

Look, Jack, I don't play
grandfathers, okay?

I... I'm the father

and also, we need to change
the location to Panama.

It's exotic and...

there's a few things we could do
with my banking, financial...

Well, you know, I mean it's a...
it's a...

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you
mean but it's a...

it's a different country now.

Noriega's not there anymore.

Let's talk about it
in the office tomorrow.

So, we shoot the picture
in Panama... Panama.

Can't even say Panama.

I don't know.

Jack.

- Oh, Rick.
- Hey, happy birthday!

Thank you very much.

You know I got a bottle
of champagne coming over,

on the house.

Well, as long as it's on
the house. Thank you very much.

Mr. Brown.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
A huge fan of your work.

Ah, thank you.

Can I get you some
more mango juice?

Please, no. I... I think I just,
uh, better, uh...

- Do what?
- Catch my breath.

I just gotta throw cold water
on my face.

You're not supposed
to be in here.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sick.
I just need to...

Oh, my God.
You... you're Douglas Brown.

I just need to use the restroom.

Now you stay right there.

You've got a big surprise coming
to you.

What the fuck.

Somebody help me, please.

Jesus Christ.

Get him out! Get him out!
Get him out! Keep moving.

Hey, Jack,

I was just informed that
Douglas Brown

wasn't feeling so well.

But don't worry, the boys,
they got him in the car,

driver took him home, he's fine.

But, please stay,
enjoy yourself.

Thanks, Rick.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

That's Dougie Brown for you.

That's terrific.

Can I... you can... you can set up
one of those poles.

Vic! Come on, man,
it's the middle of the night...

I heard music and your door
is open.

You could still knock.

Y... you know, that's true.
You're right, I'm sorry.

I... I was excited.

I just wanted to tell
you something of

earth-shattering importance
to you, that's all.

Yeah, what?

What is it?

Can we talk alone,
without green card?

You know me no listening to
you, me just listening to my stereo.

- How you doin', darling?
- Me all right.

Oh, well, good.
That's about enough of you.

Baby, would you just let me
and Vic talk here for a second?

- Me no want to leave.
- Please.

Yeah, go on in the other room,
all the way, yeah.

Now that's right. C'mon.

Go in the room, all the way.

- What is it?
- Are you ready for this?

I found someone to finance
our movie.

- Who?
- Well, that... that doesn't matter.

It's complicated.
Uh, I just need to know

- how much we need.
- No, no, wait.

You gotta tell me who.

Douglas fucking Brown.

What? Douglas Brown?

Yeah, I pitched it to him
in an elevator.

Wait. Okay.

- You pitched him Night of the Fire?
- He loved it.

Really?

That's the first time that
anybody in the industry

has said they like my work.

What... yeah.

He specified he'd only help us
under certain conditions.

Okay?

So, we are forbidden to talk
about him or with him,

or we lose the whole thing.

Um, really? Okay, um...

Well, you know,
it's very controversial.

He's like, uh,
an angel investor.

There's just one...

Are you sure...

you can definitely bring
it all in, for 200,000.

All right.

We shoot digital,
we go non-union.

I can do this for 200.

I'm bringing the entire sum
from our angel

and if we can
just keep this secret...

Dude, we have ourselves a movie.

Whoa! I mean...

Yeah, this is happening.
We just...

we have to be quiet about it.

Well, I mean, you know me.
I'm as quiet as a church mouse.

Can you be even quieter
than that?

What?

Can you be even quieter
than that?

Yeah, I'm as quiet
as a church mouse with, um,

you know, slippers on.

Yeah, that is what
I'm talking about!

He really said he loved it?

Yeah.

Wow.

Night of the Fire.

Yeah, well,

Vic Venitos presents
a Night of the Fire...

over the title.

All right.

Okay. How bad could that be?

Oxana! Guess who's
gonna be in a movie?

Who's gonna be in a movie?

You are.

- I am?
- Oh, yeah. I just cast you.

But...

...I don't know how to act.

- I only know how to dance.
- Baby, that doesn't matter.

Vic just got us
some money for a movie.

- What?
- Him?

He doesn't do anything right.

Well, check your sundial,
sweetie.

I'm a producer now.
Chick-chicka.

- Now you are director.
- And you...

- you are a dancer slash actress.
- Mm.

I'm gonna let you two
have your moment.

I gotta go. Hey! Can I...
can I have this?

Remember, Max...

don't tell anybody.

- Anybody.
- Da svidaniya, Vic.

Now we dance?

Hello, shots.

Christ... The hell happened
last night?

- Hmm?
- I don't know.

Oh, someone left this
in the driveway last night.

I think I need a minute
to myself.

No!

Good news, amigo.

Panama documents
just came through.

What's up?

Pay 200,000 dollars

or this goes on the internet.

How bad is it?

Very.

Can I see it?

- Nope.
- It's that bad.

It's worse.

Well, shit.

That's a nice tree.

It can't be that bad.
We'll fix it.

Believe me when I tell you
thirty years in Hollywood...

I have seen it all.

I am so fucked.

I don't know how this happened.

But I'm ruined, Jack.

Need you to calm down.
Just show me what's on the DVD.

It's so...

humiliating.

It's all right.

We can manage this. But first...

I am gonna have to ask you to...

show me what's on the DVD.

I know. I know.

Ooh.

You got me.

I've never seen anything like
that in my life.

Well, that's... comforting.

I'm finished, Jack.

I... I didn't think anything like
that could ever actually happen

to a person
on a public staircase.

I'm fucking through! If this thing
goes viral on the internet,

I'm ruined.

How are your fans
gonna remember you?

Forty feature films
cannot stand up to this.

Should we just pay
the 200 grand? Look.

There's an email address
on the bottom.

"No time for crumbs at internet

- cafe 17 dot org".
- No, no! God, no! No!

You don't play with people
like this.

You think dirt like this just
goes away? It does not.

In the old days,

one call to the studio
and they'd fix everything.

They knew how to take care
of their stars.

I got a guy.

His name is Frank Manascalpo.

It's busy.

Okay, let's roll it.

- Uh, right now?
- I ain't waiting for popcorn.

Universe Club.

With the time code...

right off the surveillance rack.
Hmm.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh! All right, I get it.
Turn it off. Turn... turn it off.

I'm finished.

I know the club.
I can handle it.

I just gotta figure out who's pulling
images off the security hard drive.

So, no problem here, then?

Mr. Brown, trust me,
this is amateur stuff.

Considering what's
on the tape here,

what they're asking for
is peanuts.

On the open market, this goes
for ten times as much.

We are in very good hands.

You wouldn't believe
what he has handled.

I mean, he has handled
some of the worst.

Gentlemen, my career
and everything I've worked for

- is on the line.
- Douglas...

I need you to relax.

Hello.

Yes, she told me
you'd be calling.

My financial adviser?

Yes, his mailing address
is in Panama City.

Okay. Lovely talking
to you again.

Thank you.

It was my ex-wife's attorney.

Seems we have a protracted,
matrimonial-type issue that...

only he can..

Never mind.

I need a drink.

No, Doug, let go on that, God,
this too shall pass.

- Easy does it. Huh?
- Frank.

I need you to guarantee me

that you can make this
disappear, immediately.

Mr. Brown.

It's gonna cost you.

But I guarantee it.

All I need from you is the DVD
and the package.

No, no, no. The DVD
is staying here.

You gotta give him the thing.
He's very good.

I don't care.

- It's staying with me.
- Okay.

I want you to relax...

and not to worry.
For the time being,

stay at home.

Bea!

I picked up a new deal.

Okay, tell.

Blackmail.

A hand-written note.

One or two people in a rush.

And a DVD
from the surveillance rack

at the Universe Club.

Universe Club? We already dealt
with them.

I can get in their system.

Okay, there's a problem.

One of the hard drives
has been pulled.

Okay, I'm gonna head down there.

All right, get me an analysis
of the note at the precinct

and everything you can
on the email address.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes. And you know
why I'm here.

We don't know exactly what
happened to Mr. Brown.

We found him in a bad state,

we rushed him out of the club,
put him in his car.

Then what? You came up here
and found that somebody

had ripped off your hard drive?

Well, we didn't know that
at first, we thought maybe

one of Mr. Brown's guys
came up here and took it.

He didn't.

But now you got a major
problem with me.

You need a new system.

You sold us this one.

It's, uh, 25,000
for my consultation...

and 25,000 for the system.

I also want the name
and addresses

of every one of your employees.
You got a rat in the house.

And I'm the cat.

I got a list
of all the employees.

Inside job all the way.

What'd you get?

Look at this.
Whoever wrote this note,

in their haste,
used scratch paper

from an old-fashioned
typewriter.

"The Night of the Fire
by Max O'Leary."

Huh...

And he even wrote his address.

This is not our guy...

but he knows our guy.

Let me see if I go talk
to Mr. O'Leary,

maybe he wants to give up
his friend.

Have fun.

You Max O'Leary?

Yeah.

Shouldn't keep your door open
like that.

It's a problem. Can I help you?

I got your name and address off
the title page from your screenplay.

I just wanna talk to you about
something that happened last night.

I thought maybe you might
know something about it.

You might have a friend who
works over at the Universe Club.

Now wait, we could...

Wait a second, does this
have anything to do with...

you know, Douglas Brown?

So, you know about it.

Yeah, I know all about it.

Your friend,
what's his name again?

It's interesting that you don't know
his name but you still focus on him.

But anyways, he met Mr. Brown
at the club but...

this is my movie.

All right? Max O'Leary.

I'm the one asking
for the 200 grand.

Really?

Yeah, really. And also,
you know, we had an arrangement

with Mr. Brown, not to even talk
about any of this.

So I don't really know what
you're doing barging in here.

How is this
any of your business?

- Ooh.
- Do you see this gun? Do you?

- Do you see the gun?
- Yeah, I'm not blind!

This is a chop gun.

An untraceable firearm.

It's made up
of three different handguns.

I could take this gun
and blow your fucking

brains out all over
your typewriter

and put the gun in your hand.

Another L.A. suicide

of a wannabe screenwriter that
couldn't make it.

Is there another option?

Yeah, there's another option.

You cooperate with me
with all your heart and soul.

Okay?

And you help me clean up
this mess that you started

with Mr. Brown.

We have company?

It's my wife.

Call her in here.

Call her in here!

Call her!

Honey!

Could you come and, uh...

talk to us for a minute?

Everything's okay.

Just the kind of broad
I'd think you'd be with.

A real head case.

Or maybe her tits.

Come here.

- I have to go over there first.
- Don't move.

Don't move.

Knock him out!

What was that about?
You calling Vic?

Yeah, they just keep saying that
the subscriber has requested

not to receive incoming calls.
Who requests that?

Maybe Vic.

Frank Manascalpo.

- Legal services.
- Let me see that.

Was that legal? Really?

Okay.

We're gonna go to the cops.

Max...

- I didn't get my green card, yet.
- I know. I know.

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you.

Okay?

Maybe.

- Max, he's gone.
- What? What?

How'd he do that?

I bet he just walked away.

Okay.

Get dressed. We're gonna go
to the cops.

Who's this?

It's Frank.

I have a project for you, Edie.

I thought you never wanted
to speak to me again.

Things change.

Do they?

Oh, just come over here.

Me come to you?

Frankie, is this a set-up?

It's not a set-up, Edie.

Okay.

Turn off your cameras
and I'll be right there.

Okay.

I need it done tonight.

Any computers, burnt DVDs,
whatever.

You take them.

I'm looking for
a stolen hard drive.

After...

full demo.

Frankie, they did a number
on you.

I was careless.

Well, you should be more
careful.

I'm not Santa Claus, Edie.

It's inflation, Frank.

You get the rest
when the job is done.

Don't contact me again...

until I contact you.

- Hello.
- Is this Frank Manascalpo?

Yeah.

This is Detective Chad Aborn, at the
West Hollywood Police Department.

I have...

Wait, hold on.
Who do you work for?

West Hollywood Police, sir.

West Hollywood.

You're at the station,
is Briggsy still there?

No, Lieutenant Briggs
retired last year.

- We've got Captain Jackson.
- Well, you know who I am, right?

I know exactly who you are.

What is this call in regards to?

Sir,

I have before me
two individuals.

They claim to have
been in an altercation

with you earlier this afternoon.

- And they came to you?
- Yes, sir.

- Are they pressing charges?
- No.

They've asked me to help resolve
a dispute between them and you,

regarding the actor,
Douglas Brown.

Jesus Christ! I don't get this.

I had the same reaction myself,
initially.

But they insist this dispute
is regarding

a controversial film project.

I have no idea what that means.
They won't elaborate.

I'm not in the movie business.

I don't know about
film projects.

Why the hell are you calling me?

Sir, let me explain.

They have your wallet.

Now would you like to come down to
the station and pick up your wallet

and meet with this young man
and woman to, quote,

"Discuss this film project."

Or would you prefer
I put it in the mail?

Put it in the mail. I gotta go.

- Are you listening to me?
- Yeah.

Have you called Vic?

Baby, I have called,
texted, emailed, he's not get...

he's not answering.

Well, maybe you
need to go over there.

It's not about Vic,
it's about my script.

Frank got my name.
He got it off the screenplay.

Now, Vic took the script. He gave
it to our movie star friend.

The script's the thing, okay?

Look, it says here...

that our movie star friend...

his father was a New
York City firefighter

who died in the line of duty.

You don't think that that has
anything to do with all this, do you?

What?

I mean...

Maybe The Night of the Fire has
affected him on a personal level.

That is crazy.

I really think my script's
gotten to this guy.

Nope. I think
your script has gotten to you.

Hey, could you turn that down
for a sec, babe.

I can't hear you. The music
is too loud.

This is a pretty serious
situation, you know.

Not really sure
why you're dancing.

You know, back home, police would
find Manascalpo right away and...

Yeah, well, we're not in Russia.

Not Russia. Ukraine.

- Is that better?
- Not really.

I don't know, I feel like...

I gotta talk
to this guy directly, you know.

I'm gonna call his agent.

Hmm? Hmm?

Someday.

I could feel like...

What's up? What's going on?

Hey, you okay?

I thought it's ma.

Come on.

I know. I know.
We had a scary day.

Great day, you know,
a scary night.

You know, the thing about
nightmares you gotta remember is

they're not real.

They're not real.

It's just a dream.

I know.

My light's out.

Fuse box.

Did you pay the bill?

No, none of them work.

- Our power's out.
- Our phones are gone.

We've been robbed.

What? In our sleep?

Shh.

Whoever's out here,
I just called the cops!

- That's how you come out?
- That's right. Guns out!

With a t-shirt or something.

This is the element of surprise.

All right.

Wait. hold on,
hold on a second, she's...

- Mama, is that...
- Did you hear that?

I could have sworn she ju... Hey!

Who are you?

Who are you?

Why'd you break in to our house?

Do you work for Douglas Brown?

Do you work for Douglas Brown?

The actor?

Yeah, the actor.

No.

No.

Look, I can... Wait...

I...

work for this guy.

He wanted me to come
and collect all your computers.

Was looking for a hard drive.

Well, if it's Frank Manascalpo,

you tell him I don't have
a hard drive.

I type. I'm old school.

Right.

You seem like
really nice people.

I wasn't expecting that.

- I can't.
- Yeah, don't.

Who the fuck was that?

How would I know?

- No, I can't help you.
- No?

She broke into our house,
she cut off our power,

she went through all our stuff,
she stole our cellphones,

I mean, you should have seen
this girl, she was like a...

like some kind of a spy
or an operative, I mean...

Uh, sounds like you need
some help.

Call 911,

they'll send out officers
to make a report.

Okay? And please,

don't call this number
inappropriately ever again.

I'm not interested
in calling 911.

I need to talk to Douglas Brown.

I'm working on this project,
okay? And...

I know.
We discussed this before.

Can I finish?

This piece...

it is very controversial,
and I think... I think it has...

powerfully affected
Douglas Brown,

and that's why
he's hired Frank Manascalpo and,

you know, whoever else to try
and shut it down.

Are you accusing the actor Douglas
Brown with stealing your cellphone?

I mean I...

I mean, I don't... you don't...
yes and no, I don't know,

it's more complicated,
this piece,

you know, it's about real life,
okay?

It's about how things really,
really are, and I'm certain

that that's why Douglas Brown has
been deeply affected by this.

I'm going to sleep now.

Call 911,

get the officers to make
a report on the robbery.

Ju... no... detective...

detective, I need for you
to arrange a meeting

with me and Douglas Brown.

I am a police detective.

I don't arrange meetings
for screenplays.

Honey...

what are you doing?
The lights are back on.

Well, our lights are back on,
so, you know, some good news.

Good. Turn them off and
go to sleep, okay?

Good night.

- Got my message?
- Yeah.

Sure, Frank.

What's the matter, Edie?

There was no hard drive.

No computer.

Just a couple
of innocent people.

You didn't square with me,
Frank.

Huh?

Douglas Brown.

What's on that hard drive?

It's nothing
but a routine blackmail.

Amateurville.

Nobody's gotta get screwed
on this, Edie, okay?

We can work it 50-50. Heads up.

Where's the hard drive, Frank?

These kids...

got a friend that works
over at the Universe Club.

Maybe he's got it.

Frankie, did I ever tell you...

that I wanted
to be an astronaut?

Jack Girardi's office?

Frank... Manascalpo...

Hold the line.

Mr. Girardi, a Frank Manascalpo's
on the line for you...

Frank Manascalpo?

Frank? You don't usually call
on this line.

Tell me the good news.

This isn't Frank.

Then to whom am I speaking?

Okay, um, you don't know me,

but I'm a writer... well,

I'm a writer, director.

Look, Mr. Brown met my friend
at the Universe Club,

but this is my movie. Okay?

This is my movie, and I'm the one
who's asking for the 200,000.

Yeah. Got it.

Well, um...

I'm sure we can
work something out.

So, you're familiar
with the film.

Ah, yeah.

Well, if it's all right
with you,

I'd like to meet up
in person and just...

clear everything up. Okay?
Because...

you know, I... I think
we both know that

things have gotten a little
out of hand here with,

you know, Mr. Manascalpo
waving guns around, and

I... I'm a good person,
you know?

Not at the office.

You meet me at El Matador.

I'll be there at noon.
Come alone.

And... thank you very much.

I just got a meeting
with his agent.

Okay.

Oh. Lock the door. Okay?
No more open doors.

- Mm-hmm.
- No more open doors.

Okay.

- Max.
- Yeah?

Be careful.

Stop! Right there.

Whoa.

- Hey, pretty lady.
- Don't you move.

You been watching movies?

'Cause that's not how you hold
a gun.

Get down on the ground.

Get down on the ground!

See, you don't hold a gun
like this,

and leave it where someone
can take it from you.

You hold it like this.

Because, God forbid, if anyone
takes your gun from you...

what would they do to you then?

Mr. Girardi?

Call me Jack, tell me your name
and sit down.

I'm Max O'Leary.

- It's good to meet you.
- Hmm.

Man, I had a hell of a time
tracking you down.

You see.

Do I seem like such a bad guy
to you?

- Right?
- No, no, no. You're...

- perfectly reasonable fellow.
- Yeah, that's right.

There's no need to send Frank,
was there?

Well, that's just the way
we do things. Look, now,

- how are we gonna settle this?
- Okay. All right.

Well, I'm here
because it's become clear to me

that my project has started to
push some buttons around town.

- Your project.
- Oh, yeah.

And correct me If I'm wrong...

I think it's started
to affect Mr. Brown

on a deeply personal level.
Am I right?

Yeah. Whatever affects
Doug Brown affects me,

- and that's why I'm here.
- I get that, and I respect that.

By the way, do you know
how difficult it is

for an artist like me, trying to raise
a little bit of money for my film?

How hard it is to get somebody
like you on the phone,

let alone an actual sit-down?
I mean...

shame on you.

Shame on me?

- Yeah, man, shame on you. Come on.
- Tell me your name.

Max O'Leary. All right,
you know what? Fuck this.

I know my script is controversial,
I designed it that way.

Okay? So, you tell Dougie Brown
to call off his dogs,

or the fucking deal is off.
The deal is off.

- Well, what...
- And I'm not changing a word.

Well...

so you made
the Douglas Brown film.

We're still in pre-pro.

But yeah, I wrote that script.

You mean the note.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Douglas Brown
as my angel investor

on my movie, Night of the Fire.

You don't have any video
with anyone with a tranny?

- What?
- You don't have a video

with anybody and a tranny,
do you?

A tr...

No.

Then why the fuck am I here?

Wait... okay.

Hold on, hold on, hold on...
can you just...

let's just back this up
for a second here. Hold on.

Mr. Gira... Jack...

can you just explain to me...

- No, no. No, no, no.
- ...why, you...

Fuck, Jack!

Mis...

Oxana?

Baby?

Oh no, not you again.

Uh, I'm sorry to, uh,
disturb you again, detective,

but I've had another
break-in, and...

now my wife is missing.

The Russian girl.

Yeah, Ukrainian, uh, yeah,
her name is Oxana O'Leary.

Look, I'm not
a relationship counselor, but,

uh, I saw there was some tension
between you two yesterday.

Are you sure she didn't just
leave you?

No, no, no, no, no.
It's more than that, um...

There was a gun involved, uh,
and that's what was taken.

You own a firearm?

I hope you haven't done
something dumb.

No, no, uh, no.
It was Frank Manascalpo's,

but he was threatening
to kill me with it, right,

so we had to take it away.

Why didn't you tell me this
yesterday?

Well...

I guess I'd feel
partially responsible.

You know, I wrote this script.

It's based on actual events...

that weirdly, unbeknownst to me,
closely resemble

the life of Douglas Brown's
father, who was a...

a firefighter in the Bronx,
and I don't know...

I'm trying to be sensitive
to Mr. Brown,

I didn't wanna get anybody...

in... in trouble...

Nobody's gonna buy this.

Oh, one thing and maybe
this is of help,

uh, I had a meeting
earlier today with, um,

Jack Girardi
who's Mr. Brown's agent,

and... he... he was of the opinion
that all of this

had something to do with what
he called, um...

a... a video with a tranny?

Does that ring a bell with you?

Have you taken any drugs today?

No.

I mean, I...

Have you ever been diagnosed
with a psychiatric illness?

No.

I want you to go home...
stay there.

I'm gonna make some calls.

If anything you said
doesn't check out...

I'm charging you with filing
a false police report...

...and I'm going to remand you
for psychiatric evaluation.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

What I understand

is you're gonna be no help
in this situation.

At home! Where I can find you.

Excuse me, do you work
for Frank?

I'm...

just a temp.

Oh yeah?

I'm a cop. What's in the box?

Papers. I... I gotta go.

- Excuse me.
- Okay, look... look, I'm...

not a cop. I'm...

My wife is missing.

I really need to talk to him.
Is he in there?

Yes. He is.

- Thank you.
- But he's dead.

Are you Max O'Leary?

Yeah...

- We should go.
- Whoa, whoa.

We gotta call the cops.

There's a detective that
needs to know about this...

That's not a good idea.

The title page of your
screenplay with your address,

is on his desk.

There's blood on it.

Listen to me.

There is a dead man in there.

You do not want to go in there
and touch anything.

The security cameras
have been disabled.

If we leave now,
we were never here.

Take your car and follow me.

Take the alley...
not the main street.

Max, walk.

Someone on that list
is blackmailing Douglas Brown.

They stole a hard drive from the
Universe Club with a video on it.

Recognize any names?

- Yeah, Vic Venitos.
- Who is he?

My producer.

Find your producer
and get a story together.

I'm leaving L.A. tonight.

Good luck.

What happened?

Some chick in a mask
came into my house...

she was holding a gun...

she asked me for a...

a hard drive and burned DVDs,

and then she walked me to the balcony
and pushed me off.

Did you blackmail Douglas Brown?

- Don't tell anyone...
- Oh, man...

I... why would you do that?

Because nobody was gonna give us
the money to make our movie.

- We have a real problem.
- Yeah, and that's my fault?

You don't have any idea the
situation you put us in.

Yeah?

How about a new page, your
GoPhone has my e-mail on it,

Douglas Brown has been e-mailing
me, trying to make a deal.

Where's your phone?

It's in my dresser, take it.

He e-mailed me back.

Yeah, I see that.

Thank you for all your work
as a producer,

but I think I gotta be the one...

to sort all this out.

I was just trying to help, man.

Yeah. That was the problem.

Get better.

Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown?

Is anybody home?

Hello!

Okay, I'm calling the cops.

No, you're not.
Come on. Come on out here.

Up against the wall.

Up against the wall!

- That's it. Come on.
- Okay.

- Spread your legs.
- All right.

- Spread 'em wider, please.
- Okay...

- Hands up!
- Okay!

Spread your legs.
You armed, huh?

Got another ratchet?

Oh, that's right, I got the one
beside your bed.

Where's my wife?

We're in the basement.

So... where were we?

I'll give you whatever you want.

As long as you let everybody go.

- Yeah, yeah...
- Please.

You said that already.

You also tried writing me a personal
check for two million dollars,

from a bank in Panama.

Where's your money?

I told you.

I moved all my money out of the
country, I'm going through a divorce.

You expect me to believe
that a man of your stature

does all of his banking
out of Panama.

I got documents upstairs
to prove it.

But lo... how about we do this.

We open a joint bank account.
You and me, we... in Panama...

No!

That is not customary...
for this type of transaction.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

But you're the one extorting me!
In my basement, at gunpoint!

I'm trying to, yeah.
But you know what?

Douglas...

You're simply gonna be helping a
girl live out her lifelong dream.

I don't know what the
fuck that means, but...

I am gonna take that money...

and I'm gonna get me one of those
private special flights into space.

I'm going to the fucking moon!

So...

Look, I...

you know what?

Kill me. Put that fucking gun
to my head and pull the trigger.

Come on.

My life is meaningless.

I've been divorced three times,
never had any children,

made millions of dollars
and I'm still fucking miserable.

Shoot me! You'll be doing me
a favor.

Oh, yeah?

Okay.

I get it.

You.

You, I wanna talk to.

- Okay. He says he wants to die.
- Mm-mm.

I'm inclined to believe him.

- Mm.
- But you...

Ah! Let me stop you right there,
thank God.

Listen, the moon thing,
so you're off your meds,

I understand, I've dealt
with this with him.

So we're good there.

We have everything we need
right here,

- so let's close this...
- Oh, yeah. This is gonna work.

- It's absolutely gonna work...
- Definitely gonna work.

- D.B.?
- Come on.

Hang in there, buddy.
I got this.

That's gonna leave a mark,
but that's gonna cost you.

Jack?

I got this D.B., I got this,
don't you worry about a thing.

Huh?

- Where's the money?
- Oh, fuck. What? Oh!

Where is the money?

I don't fucking know
where his money...

- I moved it to Panama!
- Mr. Brown?

- You don't know me...
- No. I don't know you.

I don't know who the hell
anybody is.

Get me out of here,
you son of a bitch.

My name is Max O'Leary.
I'm a writer, director.

I am so sorry, sir,
this is all my fault.

My friend, Vic, he's in the hospital
right now, and I wrote a script,

and I think he tried
to blackmail you with a video

which I have not seen, um,

but... but, it was all to finance
our... our low-budget feature.

Hold on. You can't shoot a film
for 200 grand, what the...

- That's not the point.
- I know what the point is.

Listen, that's a...

that's a great story, kid,
but we're all gonna die here.

Just get me untied.

The point is

that this script I wrote,
this was a true story, okay?

This was about a
firefighter, you know, a

firefighter that died
in the line of duty.

And I know that this movie would have
affected you deeply, sir. Because...

I know about Kevin Brown.

Who?

Fire...

firefighter Kevin Brown.

Your father.

No, kid, no. My father's name
was Rabbi Benjamin Kubelsky.

The fuck do I know?

Uh, I see.

But listen, it's...
it's okay.

I did make a firefighter movie,
you're right.

Mm. I'm not really interested
in that.

Oh, but you can help us out
of this mess.

How do I do that?

When she comes back,
say something to distract her.

What do I say?

Make something up, God dammit,
you're the writer.

I just need to get to the closet
down the hall.

I've got props down there, I
keep them from the movies I do.

I kept the ax.

Where's the money?

Aw God...
I moved it to Panama,

- I moved it to Panama.
- Panama? I kinda believe you.

Let's just try this one more time.

We got a situation...
we got a situa...

I'm pretty sure...

he doesn't know anything.

Look, I'm sorry. I lied. I...
I got money, and I... it...

it's not two million, but it's...

I got a hundred grand
and it's in cash.

Upstairs in the bedroom,
in a safe. Now let's do this.

What's the code?

It's on an iris scan,
I have to go,

I have to put my eye into it,
and that's what opens it.

Just untie me and I'll bring you
up there.

Come on, let's do this. Please.

A hundred grand.

Don't move.

Mama!

Oh, she can't hear you.

No. That's you.

What?

That's what you said
when you fell off of our roof.

Mama?

Is that...

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

You did. I mean,
we both heard you,

you fell off our roof,
you got knocked out,

and then you cried out
for your mama.

My mother is dead.

I don't think she is.

I think your mama...

left you.

That's what you're getting
so upset about.

Maybe you have some kind
of problem.

- Huh?
- Fuck... the fuck did you say?

Liar!

Douglas?

Wow. Douglas.
That's really something else.

- I was trying to get free...
- Hurry up, babe.

I had an Irish girl
in one of my movies.

Go, go, go.

- So I lied. Come on, please.
- Let me take this.

Okay. People.

I'm done.

I tried working with you people.

I've taken my mask off.

What do you think that means?

This thing's really heavy.

The fire ax of the late
Douglas Brown.

Don't move! Don't move.

Put the ax down.

Drop that ax.

- Hi, Max.
- Drop the ax.

Put the ax down.

- You ever shoot a gun before?
- No.

It's okay, Max.

It's... it's okay.

- Yeah.
- Great shot, kid.

Yeah.

Mr. Brown!

- Mr. Brown?
- I'm downstairs!

- Jack.
- Yeah.

Just put it under
the ta... put it under the table.

Mr. Brown!

Hey.

Holy shit. What happened?

Well, you see, uh...

this kid...

he, uh...

You know what?

This young man...

was working on an idea...

- A movie... a movie.
- ...for a film.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

And what happened?

Well...

he...

Kid...

why don't you tell him
the whole story?

Go ahead.
Tell him what really happened.

Go on.

Tell him.

Okay.

This is what happened.