All language subtitles for Dirt s01e03 Ovophagy.eng

My name is Don Konkey.

I take pictures.

I'm a functional schizophrenic.

I work for my best friend,
Lucy Spiller.

Tyreese is leaving
training right now.

She had me take some pictures of
the basketball star Prince Tyreese.

He found out and got mad.

- Who are you working for?
- Nobody. Just me.

This is Holt McLaren.
He's a good actor.

You're creepy, man.

He doesn't like me.

I'd love to do a feature
on you some time.

But he gave Lucy dirt on how
Kira Klay was gonna have a baby.

She ODed.

Then she died.

Morning, sweetheart.

Now she lives with me.

You save my life then you
nurse me back to health.

Holt's girlfriend, Julia Mallory,
got hurt really bad

when Holt got mad
and crashed his car.

She got injured.
Hold got a David Fincher movie.

That's awesome.

You're gonna make it with less money.
Knock off 20%.

Lucy's magazines
were in trouble

so she convinced Gibson Horn
to merge them into one.

The creativity of Now with
all the lurid fun of Dirt.

Then God help you
if you're wrong.

It's called ovophagy.

Sharks battling in the womb,

devouring their brothers and sisters
until only the fittest survive.

Which is why we're all here today.
Lucky us!

Now magazine is venerable,
respected and hemorraging cash.

Dirt has solid sales but its
readers will always be low rent

so the ad revenue isn't there.

These 2 magazines
cannot survive

so I thought about the sharks.

Turning a liability into
a source of nutrition.

As of today Dirt and Now are merging
into one new single publication.

A tabloid with class.

All the fun of Dirt with
the prestige of Now.

Now has been a pillar

of the american journalistic
landscape for over 70 years.

We survived McCarthyism. We can
certalinly survive a dip in sales.

First of all, Reginald,
I know how you hate a mixed metaphor

so I'm gonna call you on the
pillar of the landscape thing.

Pillar don't hold
up landscapes.

Secondly, thank you for
your look backwards.

That will be the last
look in that direction

that anyone in this
office ever takes.

With due respect,

I'm not gonna be part of the

dismantling of an american
journalistic icon.

Of course, you're not.

Because, with due respect, you're fired.
Now get out.

And anyone else who wants to keep
doing the same old tired crap,

please feel free to leave.

Those of you who wanna
do something new,

do real reporting,
break stories... stay.

I believe in the
truth above all else.

And this...

is truth. We have to be sharks.

If we succeed, there's room
for about half of you to stay.

If we fail,
we're all finished including me.

We have one week to prove
our right to survive...

or get eaten alive.

First off we need some
hot ass cover trials,

who wants the pitch ball?

Profile on Andre G.

Yeah, let's launch a new magazine
with a black R 'n B star,

that will really
move the K-mart.

The guy vanishes
without a trace.

Four months later, his CDs are
topping the charts, he's a phenomenom.

So he was in rehab. Big deal.

Maybe he pulled a Chappelle.
Anybody checked out Africa?

Maybe he figured out that mysterious
disapearance sells a lots of records.

Either way,
it's a great mystery.

Everyone is gonna cover
the mystery angle.

This new magazine
has to break stories.

Solve it, that's a cover.

- Next.
- Rigth here.

What about a cover on Hollywood meds?
Who's taking what?

It's a great chip, not a cover.
Work it out. Next!

- Here.
- Oh, I have something.

Sorry.

McPherson, wow me.

I'm not really sure it's
anything really but um...

you know Connie Cris,
the former *** turned christian rocker?

She has a new album so I went
to pull some event shots

and there's nothing new
for the last 3 days.

And she suddenly
got no PR ties.

And she's supposed to
launch a new album

and she hasn't been
seen since Friday.

Maybe she's been
called to the rapture.

And you're still here?

Maybe she's shacking up with Andre G.
in South Africa.

Probably talking with
his publicist, right?

Have you checked
with her publicist?

Her assistant says
Connie's got a flue.

They're rescheduling things,
no big deal.

Let's dig around and
see what we can find.

We are not running rumors or
chasing other magazines'.

We live or die by
breaking stories.

We have one week for this cover.
Let's get to work.

You're sure you're ready?

Listen, if it's too soon...

I missed 2 episodes.
If I don't go back, they'll recast me.

Come on, you're Julia Mallory,
they can't recast you.

Listen, if you
need more time...

Goddamn back feels like
there's a knife in it.

You want water?

Oh, Jesus, my agent,
I can't deal

with Quinn saying how beautiful I look.
I really can't.

Come on, I'll keep him away.

Please.

Hey, listen.

You're gonna do great, okay?

This is your show,
they love you.

"They" who?
Asshole writers didn't even write in

a reason that my
characters was away.

America loves you.

It's gonna fine, alright?

There she is.
I told you she'd be ready.

- Hey.
- Oh my God! You look beautiful.

- Hey.
- Hey, listen.

I talked to Jeff.

It's your show,
they should go at your pace.

I'm fine.

I know they should just
go at your pace. Okay?

She should have some quiet time
to get ready before the taping.

Alright, well, we're here all day.
Whatever you need.

- Thank you.
- Oh, hey, Holt.

You know Teddy Gick is
shooting My War on the lot.

Oh, with Jack Dawson, right?

Yeah, we're having lunch
with Teddy on the set.

He's got this huge new action
movie franchise coming up.

Three big summer
movies in a row.

He's talking to Dawson but

you should meet him.

Why don't you come
and lunch with us?

I'm gonna hang with Julia.

Oh, of course,
unless she needs her quiet.

You'd like Teddy.
I'm telling you he's a hoot.

And he's always got some hot,
smart action pictures.

He'd be a great move for you.

You should go.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, it could be good for you.

He's right,
I could use some quiet time.

Just be back for
my taping, okay?

- I promise.
- Okay.

You go to Gibson Horn behind my
back to merge the magazines?

The ad pages weren't there.

And you thik the advertisers
are gonna line up

to buy into your
glossy tabloid?

Gibson is behind
this new magazine.

If you feel you can't
deliver advertisers,

I will gladly pick up the
phone and let him know.

I'll get the ads!
I'll even up the draw.

Heard you showed a video of sharks
eating their siblings in the womb.

Rumor going around you had a
twin who suffered the same fate.

- Yeah, I like my space.
- Yeah.

Hi, this is Don,
leave a message.

Don, hey, it's me. Pick up.

I need to talk to you.

I know you're there, Don.
Pick up.

I should uh...
I should get that.

Call her back, please.

Okay, call me as soon as
you get this message. Bye.

See...

She's gonna be
just fine, mister.

Please stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

So Marlon looks Alley
in the face and says:

"it was a pleasure
meeting you".

The he looks down at the breast,
tips his hat and says:

"ladies".

He was just standing right there,
his mouth wide opened.

I almost shit myself.

Well, listen, I should probably
get back to her taping.

Those things always
start late. Anyway..

I hear great things on
the Fincher picture.

You need a big next move.

Something to really...
Hold on a second.

Dawson!

My man!

You don't holler back?
What's up with that?

How are you?

Have you met the new you?

Holt McLaren. Jack Dawson.

Congratulations on the movie, man.
Good job.

Thank you, thank you.
We'll see how it goes.

See how it goes... bullshit.
The kid is on fire.

You better watch
yourself, Jack.

The press he's gotten,

you get too pushy on
this next deal, I

might just need to
give the part to him.

Yeah, okay, I gotta eat this.

Then I gotta get into
touch ups, alright?

Good to meet you.

- You too, man.
- Good luck.

Everybody quiet please.

And action!

So do I look sophisticated?

Cut!

"You look like Ferston
Popeye the 3rd."

I know. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, guys.

Is Holt here yet?

No, Holt is not here.
Can we do this please?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Okay, we're going again.

And action!

So do I look sophisticated?

You look like... uh sorry.

"You look like Ferston
Popeye the 3rd."

Comedy gold.
I got it. I got it.

Reset. Going again
please right away.

Action!

So do I look sophisticated?

"You look like Ferston
Popeye the 3rd." Dipshit!

Cut.

She's gay. She's straight.

She's gay. She's straight.

Rumor fluctuates more
than her weight.

Unless you got a shot of
her coming out for air,

I'm not interested.

My wall is naked!
I don't like it!

Rema Sanders is waiting
for you in the office.

- She's representing Connie Cris.
- Hold my calls.

- Hi.
- Hi, Lucy. Congratulations.

- New magazine, very exciting.
- Yes, thank you.

Congratulations to you
on repping Connie Cris.

Thank you.

You're here to give an
exclusive for our first cover?

I'm here with a press release

and it says that between
non-stop work on her album

and national church functions,
Connie Cris got exhausted.

And she'll be fully recovered
and back to work soon.

I wanted to give it
to you personally

because it seems that your people
are particularly interested.

Really?

Yeah, staking at her house,

her mother's house,
her grandmother's house.

Her grandmother's?
Hmm, someone's showing initiative. Good.

I love press releases,
they're so much fun to translate.

Let's see here.

Medical attention...
I'm guessing it's nose job or abortion.

But which?

Exhaustion... oh, that's tough.

Maybe rehab or psychotic break.

Connie Cris is a role model for
young people across the country.

I will not have her reputation
dragged down by some...

By what, Rema? You're a publicist,
you don't exist without us.

Give me my 1st cover,
I'll pay you back.

Come on, we're friends.

You don't know what
friendship is, Lucy.

I know you're lying
about Connie Cris.

I can smell it.

Give me the truth and I'll at least give
you the chance to put your spin on it.

You want the truth?

I know how important this
1st edition is for you.

I know you staked your
entire career on it.

And when it all goes
to shit for you,

I'm gonna throw one huge party.

How is that for the truth?

He grew up in Bel Air.

Don't look under Andre G.
It's Andrew Geirger...

Okay, you'll call him back.

- How are you medical contacts?
- Solid.

Great. This is Connie
Cris' press release.

It says medical attention,

obviously she's in a hospital,
find out which one.

- I'm on it.
- Great.

Julia?

Hey.

I'm so sorry I
missed your taping.

Lucky you, I sucked!

Come on,
I'm sure you were great.

How would you know?
You weren't there.

Maybe you need a
little more time off.

It's funny,
that's what they said.

Well, they're concerned
about you, babe.

No, they're concerned
about getting 22 a year

so they make it to syndication,
that's what they're concerned about.

Shit!

Hey! Hey! Babe, hey!

It's gonna take time.
Next week will be better.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I'll run lines with you.
Whatever you need.

I said I don't wanna
talk about it, okay?

This is Connie Cris.
Christian pop star.

She dropped off
radar last week.

The liable sources say she's at St
Elmo's private hospital in Nothridge.

They happen to have a big
drug treatment program there.

I need cover quality pictures.

- Plus her chart.
- Okay.

If this 1st issue doesn't hit,
it's over.

For both of us.

Sorry, your brother called
about dinner again.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Lenny, this is Don.
Don, this is my new assistant Lenny.

- Kenny
- Whatever.

Tell everyone I'll
be back in 2 hours.

I wanna see cover trials.

They'll all suck.
Don't let me down.

- I won't.
- I know you won't.

I'm making coq au vin,
we're celebrating.

I'm not celebrating until the
1st issue hits 1.1 at the stands.

Always about you, huh?

Maybe I have something
to celebrate...

What did you finally bang that
latvian buzz boy at the Rig?

Done and done.
No. This is major.

What? What a new comission?

Come on!
Don't hold out on your big sister!

I didn't wanna say because
he was living in Ohio

and wasn't sure he's
moving back but he is.

And we shook hands
today so I am officially

Jack Dawson's new
interior decorator.

Oh God, Leo! That's so great!
It's fantastic!

He loves classic farmhouse.
I convinced him it's my passion.

You should talk to him,
let me do a spread.

Inside Jack Dawson's home.
It will be huge for your business.

I just got hired by Jack Dawson,
my business is huge.

Never underestimate the
value of good press.

Is this for me or you?

Do I have to spell everything
out for you? Jesus!

It would be great PR for you.

And yes it would be a
great get for my magazine

which I desperately
need right now.

And you wonder
why you're alone?

I'm not alone,
I have my magazine.

I just had this image of
you in your expensive home

with nothing to hold
but your lattest issue.

Is that really enough?

Listen, I don't have much time.

Julia thinks I'm
out getting smokes.

You look good, Holt.

Getting cut for a new part?

Just working on my movie.

Don't be modest.

I know you had lunch
with Teddy Gick.

I also know that his big action
franchise is till up for grabs.

You want my advice?

Not really.

Julia's agent will
try to sign you.

He should make them bring you an
offer on the action movie first.

Tell me you won't sign on a promise,
only a deal.

I'll keep it in my mind.

What's eating you?

I'm only looking
out for you here.

You're only looking out for me?

Kira Klay is dead because of what
I told you and what you published.

Julia's back is screwed up
and she's in constant pain

so don't tell me you're
looking out for me.

Kira Klay was a drug addict who
got pregnant, freaked out and ODed.

Your girlfriend is in constant pain
because you flipped your car at 90mph.

All I've done is
make you look great.

Do you know Connie Cris?

She sings about the Bible,
the Lord and her virginity.

We don't exactly run
in the same circle.

You might be surprised.

She's in a provate hospital
that specializes in drug rehab.

I need to know young Hollywood's
most discreet celebrity dealer.

And I know this because?

Because if you were to piss
into a papercup right now,

it would probably disolve.

Connie Cris got her
drugs from someone.

I need to know who it is.

There's one dealer.

Sells to all the
young actresses.

Name?

She calls herself Garbo.

But you're not gonna get anything
from her, she's totally discreet.

So am I.

Don't you know that by now?

Can I help you?

Delivery. 8th floor.

Deliveries go to the
loading dock back out now.

I always take them up to the room,
at least to the nurses station.

New policy: loading dock.

Our guys will get them
to the room on time.

My boss is kinda particular.

So is mine.
You are not getting upstairs.

We've got a big celebrity and

you'd be surprised what the
press would do to sneak in.

That sucks.

Makes it bad for everybody,
doesn't it?

I followed your crazy pap.
Did you really think

I wouldn't figure out it was
you who sent those pictures?

You're a smart man, Prince.

Of course,
I knew you'd figure it out.

I was couinting on it.

Gibson Horn owns this magazine.

He owns your team.

That makes us family.

I don't wanna publish
those nasty photos.

That's why I intercepted the negative
so I could give them back to you.

Because that's
what family does.

They look out for
each other, right?

- Okay.
- So?

I do something to
look out for you.

Give you the negatives.

And you do something for me.

We're looking into the
disappearance of Andre G.

I know you hang out with
his pals and his manager.

That's a pretty tight
circle you're in.

I want that story.

I don't know.
I don't know anything about that.

I don't want this to turn in
one of those ugly family fights

where you won't help me and
I won't help you and then

that picture of you with
the dildo gets out.

Wouldn't be good
for your image.

Let alone your marriage.

I can't talk about Andre G.

I can give you anything else.

How about an exclusive on

how you like to
take it up the ass?

Would that work?

Come on.

I always protect my sources.

Whatever you tell me,
no one will never know it came from you.

I can't.

We go to press in 2 days.

Look, I'm sorry I missed dinner
but I have to work late.

I know I said I'd be there,
mom, but...

I gotta go. I'll call you back.

- Any leads on Connie Cris?
- Trying. Nothing solid yet.

You want a chance to crack it?

Yeah. Yes.

It's a pager number.
Probably Connie's dealer.

Ask for Garbo.

Great. Thanks.

Willa.

Don't page her from here.

I was um...
just cancelling my dinner.

This dealer expects
to see a young face.

That's why I picked you.

Don't make me regret it.

So, what do they
mean "time off"?

They want you to get better,

come back when you're
up to doing the show.

I can do the goddamn
show, alright?

Well, they said they couldn't use
your stuff from the last taping,

that you seemed drugged.

I told them that you were still
recovering from the accident.

She is still recovering
from the accident.

- That's what I told them.
- So they're firing me?

- They can't fire you.
- They can suspend your deal.

Look, you can come back
when you're ready.

The door is open.

This is a chance for you

to take the time you
need to get well.

I'm fine, okay? I'm fine!

Oh God!

Goddamn it!
Are they recasting me?

No! God, no!
They're talking to Brittany Murphy

about coming in to play your
sister for a few episodes.

For Christ sake!
They're totally replacing me.

It's just for a few episodes.

And then if it works,
you come back, maybe she stays.

It could be a bump
for the show.

Okay, just leave.

Alright? Go. You can both go.

Hey!

I'm going to the lab.

- Swipe card.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, I left it in uh...

gotta get these for the lab.

I can call down,
have someone come get them.

Nitrus. White
litenine. Amalsnaps.

Hey, you're into natural shit?

I've got a batch of San Pedro
cactus right in the oven.

Serious sacred native
american stuff.

Um yeah, sure.

My boyfriend and I
actually wanted to...

Shit!

Boys aren't into
international highs,

you wanna impress him,
go for some tepanol.

Maybe a little ***
to *** 'em out.

We actually wanted to throw a
party for Connie when she gets out.

- Connie?
- Cris.

I told you on the phone.
We're, like, good friends.

Really?

I just figured you were a narc,
I was gonna kill you before you left.

- You brought cash?
- Yeah.

- 1900, right?
- Yep.

You gotta try this.
On the house.

Seriously, I need to
know you're not a narc.

Plus this shit will
totally open your mind.

Come on, this to get you going.

And then this to keep it
coming in waves all night.

Come on,
it will change your life.

It's like **, isn't it?

Here.

You're really friends
with Connie Cris?

Yeah.

Give her a message for me.

Yeah.

You tell her there is
a dealer in Hollywood

who thinks she's
siren hot sexy.

She's fine. She's sleeping.

Good. Good. And you?

- Teddy Gick loved you, you know?
- That's cool.

I know you've been
with Andy forever

but your career is
at a critical place.

I'd be honored to
work with you Holt.

Sign with me.
I promise you'd be priority 1

and I'd be on guys like
Gick 24/7 for you.

I appreciate that Quinn.

But I won't sign with
you on a promise.

I'll only sign on a deal.

I'll get you a deal.

A big rich action picture deal.

You and I are gonna do
really well together, okay?

I look forward to it.

Hey.

I'm gonna go out for a run.

I grew up in a Ohio,
that's always gonna be home for me.

But whenever I'm shooting
out here in L.A.

Justine and the kids,
they gotta be here with me.

You're sure because if you
ever ned a place to stay...

I'm not sure Justine
would approve that.

But seriously you're
this big Hollywood star,

you've got 3 box
offices smashes,

you are 2 times
sexiest man alive.

4 years ago.

But you know what?
You still have my vote.

How do you keep
the family together

despite the presures of
a big Hollywood career?

Well, it is all about family,
isn't it?

I wish more people felt
the same way you do.

$500 cash.

And all I have to do is
tell you where she is?

They got her in post-op ICU.

3rd floor.
How do I get in there?

Oh, nobody gets into post-op ICU
unless you're part of the team.

Patients can't even
have family visitors.

That's why they put her there.

To keep her away
from guys like you.

Why do you need Connie Cris?

Just take more pictures of me.

Aren't I beautiful enough?

You are.

I can't talk right now.

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on.
It's just not always the right time.

It's just not the
right thing to do.

It's not appropriate for us to talk.
It's not you, it's...

- McPherson, what have you got?
- Huh?

Connie Cris... anything?

- Hmm. Not yet, no.
- Nothing from the dealer?

Wouldn't admit to knowing her.

Of course, she wouldn't!

Do you know why I
gave you that tip?

Do you know why?
Can you tell me why?

- 'Cause I have a young face?
- Because you spoke up.

In a room full of
people playing it safe,

you had idea and you spoke up.

And I thought maybe this girl's
got the balls for the job.

But I was obviously
wrong because

I gave you the goddamn tip
and you came back with dick!

- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?

Sorry won't keep
the sharks away.

Hi, it's Lucy Spiller.

I'm about to close
on your cover.

You're ready to talk?

Okay, we can meet at my house.
It's private.

You can't run those photos.
My wife, my kids...

I wish I had other options but
I'm looking at a deadline here

so unless you tell me
what happened to Andre G,

you leave me no choice.

Don't make me run your
picture on the cover.

It's beneath boh of us.

If I'd tell you,
they'll kill me.

I'm not shitting you.

If they knew I was here right now,
they'd kill both of us.

I'm willing to take the risk.

No one will ever know where
I got this information.

So I tell you what I know

and you promise never
to run those photos?

I give you the negatives.

Andre G is dead.

They killed him.

His manager, Tweety McDaniel,
we all hang out.

It's the group of us.

- Poker buddies, right?
- Yeah, pretty much.

So one day Andre G
just stops coming.

Stories get out he's missing,

got into gang stuff,
hell nobody knows.

Couple of months later,

another one of
Tweety's clients...

he makes a joke.

Says he's getting better
offers from other labels.

Tweety just goes cold.

Says Andre G tried
to leave him too.

Asked if he wanted
to visit Andre.

A little lesson of
loyalty he called it.

Visit him?

Tweety had his head, okay?

In a jar.

He said:
"See, nobody leaves me.

I got him right here.

He's still making
money for me."

Holt?

Shit!

Come on. Come on.

Come on, Holt.

Shit!

Okay, okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Long time, I know.

Yeah.

Someone's a little bit clammy.

Since when is Julia Mallory
back doing her own drug run?

Since her boyfriend
totally flakes on her.

- Can I come in?
- Always.

There's no way we're running this.
Are you out of your mind?

I sourced it myself.

Nothing sells
better than death.

We're gonna get our
1.1 and then some.

Lucy, there is no world

in which legal is going
to approve this story.

The minute this
rolls off the press,

the DA is gonna
demand your source.

You don't give it to them.

They're gonna get a judge
to hold you in contempt,

take you to jail.

I'll run the magazine from jail.
Great publicity!

And what happens when this
manager Tweety McBlackguy

sues us for liable because we
just accused him of murder.

He's guilty.
Do you really think

he's gonna want to rush
into court for this one?

30%.

Gibson's interest in
Prince Tyreese's team.

- 30%.
- And?

And they are security cameras
in the parking garage.

I saw the tape.
You and Prince Tyreese.

What else would he be doing there?
Renewing his subscription?

God!

Look, if he wants to come forward.
He's source.

That's fine, that's great.
Run the story.

If not,
you gotta get a different cover.

I have less than a
day to go to press.

Good luck.

Don, listen to me.

I need that Connie Cris story.

Yeah, it's 8:30 in the morning on
closing day and I have nothing.

Do you understand?

I would give my left nut
for those photos, Don okay?

I swear to God!

Get them for me, will you?

Okay?

2nd floor. 3rd floor.
East wing. Post-op ICU.

Mylar!

They put mylar on the
windows of post-op ICU, Don.

You're not gonna get
the picture from here.

Thank you.

They're really protecting
that girl, huh?

If only somebody had
protected me that way.

You have me.

You don't need her too, do you?

I promised Lucy
I'd get this shot.

Damn Lucy!

Always comes down
to what Lucy wants.

I think you're just gonna
have to make a choice

between Lucy and I.

No, don't make me do that.

The choice is
already made, baby.

You can't get the shot.

Good thing we're at
the hospital, huh?

I'm gonna need some surgery.

Hey.

What's wrong? What happened?

I cut off my finger.

I set myself on
fire, freebasing.

Shit.

I just can't take it anymore...

being God's perfect
little child.

I can't take it.

I'm so ugly now, aren't I?

I'm so ugly.

No, you're beautiful.

You're perfect.

I'm sorry.

You're crazy.
Out of your mind insane

and don't blame this on the
schizophrenia. I know the diff...

Oh my God, Don!

- These are fantastic!
- Thank you.

Hell of a "say no to
freebasing" poster.

Tell me she told what she was
using when she set herself on fire.

Heroin and epinephrine.
She said it was like touching God.

She actually said that?

I think I just came a little.

Oh my God, Don!
You're a genius!

This is the one.

That's it. That's the cover.

- Connie Crisp.
- I got it in before the close.

See...

You said you'd give your
left nut for this photo.

Pinkie was as far
as I was gonna go.

We'll cover medical expenses.

Don...

you really saved my
neck on this one.

- That's good.
- Thank you.

Solid cover.

I knew if I pushed your
buttons just right,

you'd pull it out of your ass.

You don't get to
talk about my ass.

It's a compliment.
Good first issue.

Nice ass too.

This is our cover.

The wall is locked.

I want make-readies in
my office in 3 hours.

Yeah, it looks like home.

I spent a lot of time with
the pictures you gave me

of the farm you grew up on.

I like it.

Definitely brings me back.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Thank you,
you have done an amazing job.

I really appreciate it.

Look, um...

- I have a personal thing to ask.
- Sure.

It's awkward and I don't know
if I should bring it up at all

so if I'm out of line,
I'd totally understand

and you can forget I ever
said anything but...

Leo.

Relax.

I've been thinking
the same thing.

Ever since I've met you,

I've been thinking
the same thing.

Don't be mad, baby.

I came home to you, didn't I?

- I came home to you.
- I missed you.

Here.

Poor baby.

Come here.

It's too bright in here, baby.

Come sleep.

Where is it?

Where's what?

Don't mess with me, Frankie.
This is a PNW newsstand.

We pay for tier 1 placement.
Where the hell is Dirt Now?

Well, maybe the
placement is too good.

I sold out.

What?

But don't worry.
I did save you one copy.

Don't you ever, ever save one for me.
Do you hear me?

You sell them all.
You always sell them all!

Look, keep it.

I'll buy it.
It won't go against your cover sales.

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