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Lucy, I just need 5 minutes of your time for my new client.

Nice job with Jessica. Oh my God! She looked ridiculous.

I'm gay!!!

Hollywood hookup!!!

Hey, sweetie. Listen, Jessica wants you to print a retraction.

- Not now. - Okay, so we'll talk about it later.

Celebulimia?!?

Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

What's that, Harvey?

No woman should leave their drink unattended in this troubled time...

most of all you.

You ever heard of Jatropha Curcas?

Your second wife?

No, the poisonous plant that grows in the tropics.

Very difficult to detect,

flavorless

and it kills in about 15 minutes.

Do you have any idea

of how many of these people would like to see you

laying on the ground begging for somebody to call 911?

Damian Fields, less than 20 feet away.

You have pictures of him blowing some guy in Griffith Park.

At least we shot his good side.

Ar Valente. Expos� on her and her nanny.

- Manny. - Right, manny.

And that time-lapse series on the hooker parade on and off my yacht.

It was very clever. It was very funny.

It didn't even make the cover.

You're hardly Spielberg, Harvey.

Certainly not anymore

after becoming a punch line of one of your magazines.

You know, that divorce cost me 2 out of my 3 houses.

In Hollwywood that's practically homeless.

You know why I'm not afraid?

Because you and all of your Hollywood pals read my magazines

and secretly love them.

And you know every word is true.

And as much as you all hate to admit it,

you need me.

You're amazing!

Practically homeless!

Prince Tyreese scored tonight 26 points and a triple double.

- How does it feel? - Feels good.

I wish it could always go down like that.

What are your thoughts going into the playoffs?

Play good, don't get hurt,

make sure I make it to my kids parent/teacher conference.

Alright, gentlemen.

Wise words indeed from tonight Pontiac MVP, Prince Tyreese.

Keep it.

Sorry, I'm happily married.

I don't care if you're on your death bed,

your mother is on fire or if we're at the brink of a nuclear war,

I want those photos tonight.

Okay, give my love to Mary. Bye.

Okay, everybody. What do you got?

We have about a dozen really ugly celeb buttshots.

Great. We have Brittney?

Oh yes!

"Derri�re Don'ts".

"Booty Booboos".

"pASS the cottage cheese".

That's good but it's a little too abstract.

This is Dirt magazine, folks.

Dis-ASS-ter!!!

What about covers?

We have a lead on the mistress in the Paliaco murder trial.

- Do you have any confirmation? - It's all it costs us to get our story.

- What does she look like? - Not bad. Slutty.

Good, we love slutty.

Tell her if she doesn't talk to us,

we're gonna run it without her side anyway.

Excuse me.

who's that?

a pap she uses to get dirt...

Make it happen.

looks tweaked

a real nut job

- Anything on the Blogan blump? - Nothing on the blump but

I was chilling with Mary Kate trainer's best friend at the party this weekend

and she was saying that she might be going back to rehab.

Really? Anything else on that?

No, but I thought we could do like a thing

about her struggle with addiction.

Right, her struggle. Okay...

Listen there is actual reporting involved in what we do.

Our readers wanna know that people actually screw up

and that they actually sleep with hookers and that they lie.

So no, "a friend of a friend"...

that would be gossip and gossip is what land you in court.

The only defense we have is the truth.

- what a bitch - but she's right

Preferably with photos.

Never send anything over your Treo you wouldn't want the whole world to see.

Duffy, you're fired.

McPherson, you've got a week to convince me not to fire you.

Duffy, you have 5 minutes to clean up your desk.

Shit!

Remember, the people that we're going after every day are not stupid.

They've risen to the top one way or another so we have to be faster,

we have to be bolder and smarter than they are.

I you think we're behind here, you should see your sister magazine.

If anything breaks, I'm reachable. Guys...

have fun!

Hi, Don. Are you in place?

Yes, the housekeeper let me in

and I already gave Stormy half the money upfront.

Okay, great. Tyreese is leaving training right now.

Are you okay?

Don?

Yeah. I don't know. I'm... I'm okay.

Don, are you taking your medication?

Don, have you been in touch with doctor Shalberg

'cause I can not go for the pharmacy for you.

Sorry.

- Can you still do the work? - Yes.

Are you sure?

Do you want to get someone to cover the premiere?

No, I got it.

We have to hold McLaren, make him mad.

That's right. And I'll take opver from there.

Oh, Prince!

It's your turn now.

Hey, Lucy. You want some chilli fries?

God, no!

Did you get Prince Tyreese and the hooker?

- Yeah. - You got everything?

I got them having sex for 2 hours.

And he did coke and he choked her in a strap-on.

Don! Not so loud.

Okay.

- Julia! - Julia! Julia!

Could you step out while we get some pictures of the stars?

Holt McLaren?

Yeah?

You were great in "Another word for love".

Thanks.

I mean really great like "stop the presses" great.

Yet, somehow the presses keep going, huh?

Haven't seen you in the trades lately.

H uh?

Haven't seen you in the trades lately.

I took some time off.

You did like 7 movies in a row but they all bombed.

Yeah, I did.

Countdown, Blow Monkey, Pale Assassin, ***, ***, 1313 Tallyhouse Lane.

That's only six.

And Dead Heat with an uncredited cameo.

You're creepy, man.

You're always great in everything you do, you're authentic.

- Thanks. - Anything coming up?

- Huh? - Anything coming up?

I'm like in talks in this cool Fincher movie.

It's a great script. We'll see.

- That sounds pretty vague. - Huh?

Sounds pretty unlikely, like the movie probably won't happen.

Anyway, take care, man.

Hey, Holt, Holt! Holt!

What?

They have great chemistry.

He's not very good but they're good together, you know.

- They look hot together. - What?

There was a rumor...

He screwed her on a movie.

- What the hell did you say? - I don't believe it. I don't believe it.

But I could find out definitively.

- If you wanna know. - What are you talking about?

That way maybe you could give me a little piece of gossip.

Or a big one.

And that way I could help you get your career out of the toilet.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

It's good work, Don.

That's great work.

I wanna see that footage first.

Get out of here.

Hey, Holt, where's your smile, buddy?

Right here, pal.

What was the fight with this guy?

He was just being an idiot.

He was on the floor, you know,

he looks back up at me and I'm all like

"I do Krav Maga, bitch!"

Guys, right here. Thank you, beautiful.

Oh, hey, bummer about that paparazzi dude.

- Yeah. - So, what's up, man?

- Huh? - You've been working?

I'm developping a couple of things.

He's gotten independent.

You were awesome in "Another word for love".

- One of my all times. - Thanks, man.

I thought "Damn! This guy is good."

I thought I was gonna have to like move aside.

I'm gonna go sit down.

Hey, keep at it. You've got mad skills, dog.

Yeah, peace out, bro.

Hi.

I'm sorry about earlier. That photographer was a nut job.

- And you give a shit because? - I'm Lucy Spiller, Now magazine.

I'm a big fan.

Right.

Listen, uh...

I would love to do a feature on you some time.

The actor's actor.

Actor's actor, huh?

Isn't that a nice way to say I'm chronically unemployed?

We just have to find the right thing to do together.

Or the right reason.

Bye.

- What an asshole! - Gee, you think?

- Easy there, Tyson. - Hey.

I'm so sorry I ruined your premiere.

You kidding?

You took their minds off the movie which sucks.

Come on, you were great though.

You just love me.

Yeah, I guess I do.

You can do better than that.

Don't you think we've been in the news enough for one night?

Come on, you really think anybody in here sees anything but themselves?

Plus it's really dark in here.

It is.

And wet.

Make me come.

Great performance!

Thank you.

Thanks.

You know, nobody in Hollywodd reads.

It'd be a stress to call me somebody in Hollywood.

This whole book...

the whole thing happens because

the guy dips a cookie on some tea.

It's not just any cookie.

It's a madeleine.

Whao!

She's gorgeous and she's read Proust.

- Cal. - I'm Lucy.

What?

I think this is the part where you lose interest because I'm not a player.

I look that shallow.

No, you don't look shallow at all.

Well, I might be.

Just a little.

I think we should get a medal for sitting through that movie tonight.

- Yeah. - Or something.

Definitely something.

That's me.

That's me.

- You think you can catch me? - If you let me.

Hey, buddy you like that?

Huh? You like that, buddy?

Sure you do.

There's somebody at the door.

- Hey, Stormy. - Hey, Don.

Come on in.

I was just playing a little wine music for Tristan.

- I hear it. - Yeah, he likes that.

Dr. Lucero said the cancer could go away but it's not very likely.

Cats are nocturnal.

R ight.

Listen, do you think I can get the rest of my money now?

Okay.

Here you go.

Let go, baby. Let go.

You put that strap-on riding his butt.

- I did. - That was great.

Here you go.

- Thank you. - Okay.

- Good night. - Good night.

She was nice, huh?

Nice lady.

- Kira! - Hi!

How are you?

I'm so good.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm good.

Your skin, it's like glowing.

- Really? - Yeah.

- You're getting laid? - I wish.

- Let me show youaround, okay? - Okay.

Oh, I love it, it's so bohemian.

Thank you.

Oh, check it out.

This guy gave me some E.

E...

how retro!

This shit wrecks me.

Dude, come on, it's just a fridge.

I don't think he can hear you, bro.

He's pretty cashed.

Holy shit, that's that guy Holt. Holt uh...

- McLaren? - Yeah.

The guy from "Another word for love".

Yeah, that guy was phenomenal.

Yeah, well, what's he been doing since then?

Standing in front of this fridge.

Hey, what's up, buddy?

Stop!

Oh, yes.

What?

What's wrong, honey?

What is it?

You can talk to me.

- I'm pregnant. - Oh God!

Oh, baby, what...

Who?

Indie arthouse loser

- Jeff Sagliano. - Oh, crap.

- How? - I met him at a retrospective

that they were doing at the Egyptian of his films.

Can you imagine that? A retrospective of that shit!

He's so totally screwed.

Honey, look, you can always... you know...

No, I'm so totally catholic.

I can't.

- Well, does he know? - No.

No. Nobody knows.

Nobody knows except you.

Oh, sweety.

That's okay.

It's okay, honey.

What are you doing?

I gotta teach a yoga class.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi.

This for you.

- What is this? - Just our CD.

Just in case you wanna give a listen.

Well, I feel terrible, I didn't get you anything.

When you're in the studio,

you'd think there's never been a piece of music like it.

Mozart and Dylan leap to mind.

When you finish it,

you find every reason in the world to hate it.

Sounds like fun.

Then there's getting people to actually listen to it

and maybe even buy it.

Whare are all you press contacts and your... these photos...

Yeah, nothing like being a desperate musician trying not to appear desperate.

How am I doing? Wanna make us famous?

I never told you what I make for a living.

No. Why? you're not like CIA, are you?

Wow! You knew the whole time.

"Wanna make us famous?"

Hey, that was just my febrile attempt at humor, okay?

Get out.

- What - Get out!

Lucy, what's going on? I had an amazing time.

I'm sure you did. It didn't work.

What didn't work? I'm not going anywhere until we sort this out.

This is sorted out. Get your shit and go.

That's crazy. This is crazy!

- Is that a stungun? - Yeah, now leave.

Lucy, you're not gonna use a stungun...

Cats do much better with radiation than humans.

How do you know that?

Well, for one thing they have fewer pain sensors.

I appeal that you could have caught this cancer earlier, Don.

- I do too, buddy. - Excuse me?

- Baby, baby, I'm so sorry. - What the hell are they looking for?

Sweety, I know, they suck. They're idiots.

If we could just get you a little press...

You know, I got a call from the "Dancing with the stars" people...

I'm not doing no "Dancing with the stars" bullshit.

Honey, it is a hot, hot show.

What did Fincher say exactly?

I don't know, I couldn't get him on the phone.

And then J.J. went on this whole rant about you're not high,

you're not what they're looking for.

Alright! Alright!

Call me later, Liv, please.

What do you have guys up Prince Tyreese?

- Is he the basketball player? - Yes, he's the the basketball player.

Oh, honey, we always have people on him.

He's got a squeaky clean family man image

- and he's a total slimeball. - Did you get anything on him?

Why? You want him to autograph your balls?

No, the son of a bitch loses us every time.

Lucy.

- Lucy. - What?

You realize Gibson Horn has a 30% interest in the team, right?

Shame on you, Brent!

As journalists, we're not supposed to cave to corporate interests.

Oh my God! Is that how you get through the night?

Pretending to be a journalist?

No, I take pills. How do you get through the night?

Don Konkey! Last pap to shoot on film.

Hi, Mr. Barrow.

Hey, great job on that Holt and Julia thing.

That's terrific stuff. You keep that up.

You're a real play maker, you know.

You let me know if you get anything on Prince Tyreese.

You're always my first call, Brent.

Daddy, I love you.

Go away!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

If I'm gonna do this, my name can never be used.

Your name means nothing.

Thanks, buddy.

They wouldn't want to use your name on something like this.

Well, they can't, no matter what.

Okay.

And I want some cash.

And I want some kind of good press.

I want stories in your magazines.

Stories that make it seem like I'm getting offers.

I need to have some idea of how big a story you have.

It's big.

Whether we get it exclusively...

You do.

And I have to talk to Lucy.

For all I know, we already know about it.

You don't. Nobody does.

I can't talk right now.

They'll want more than just the one story.

They'll get as much as they can handle.

How's your big project?

I'll call you.

And you haven't been seeing a therapist?

Nope.

I'm gonna recommend very strongly

once again that you see a therapist.

You have the money, you have the insurance.

I have a list here.

Okay, if I could just get...

You can't treat these drugs like a smorgasbord

and just take the ones you feel like taking, Don.

Okay, if I could just get the Zeldox, respidol, zaproxin and the abopripoxol.

Don, you are one of the lucky people who have a form of schizophrenia

that's manageable. Most people aren't so fortunate.

I know.

You have to respect the disease and respect the treatment.

Okay, I respect the disease. If I could get the...

Zeldox, respidol, zaproxin and the abopripoxol.

Alright.

But I wanna see you in 3 weeks.

Thank you.

Maybe if you don't want your client in the celebrity's big asses piece,

she should stop her twice daily trips to KFC.

Or stop calling herself a celebrity. Bye!

- Good morning, sunshine! - I'm late for a meeting.

This won't take long. Gib asked me to take a look at

some sales spending ratios and

someone needs a little intervention.

Since when do you have anything to do with editorial budget?

Since the owner of the company asked me to.

I forgot: Gibson's little warrior.

How is the view from deep inside his ass?

Maybe you should remember who hired you.

You just wanted to screw me.

Oh, yes, that's right, baby, the whole world was out to screw you.

- One way or another. - I hired you

'cause you were the one editor out there

that was supposed to run 2 magazines at the same time

and make twice as successful as they were under 2 editors.

Well, if you want me to run 2 magazines

then give me the freedom to run 2 magazines.

You're overspending!

I'm busting my ass to make these magazines work.

It's amazing how naked ambition makes a person completely transparent.

Really?

What do you see?

You want my job.

I would kill myself if I had your job.

I like to get dirty.

Don...

- Donny. - Hey, dickweed.

- Don. - I can read your thoughts.

***, Donny.

That's right some acid.

- Hey, Donny, little dick. - No, I am not, I'm average.

Hold your thoughts, you're being monitored.

No!

I love you, Donny.

I love you, Donny. Kiss me.

No, not here.

I'll scream. I'll scream. Donny, kiss me.

- No, no, no. - Just kiss me.

Can I help you?

I need the Zeldox, respidol, zaproxin and the abopripoxol.

Okay, um...

- It will be about 45 minutes. - Okay.

No!

I'm sorry?

Back away, Don! Run away!

Run away! Run away, Don!

- I think babies are beautiful. - Shut up!

I'm totally cool just being the baby daddy.

I'm not! I slept with you once, Jeff!

So? I sleep with a lot of people once.

Right. That's my point.

So, say, someone else is the baby daddy.

Why are you saying it like that for?

- Like what? - Like you're P. Diddy or something.

God, I can not believe

I ever threw you a bang.

Ew!

My publicist told me Dirt magazine already knows that

you're the baby's daddy because that whore Julia Mallory told them.

I hear you, baby. I totally hear you.

- You hear me? - Loud and clear, major tongue.

Oh my God!

Look, whatever is going on,

you gotta take it easy and not get all tweaked.

"She's having his baby!"

She thinks I told Dirt.

She thinks I told the magazine.

She says she's never gonna talk to me again.

I would never do that, you know I wouldn't.

Kira has nobody.

Oh God! I'm so lucky I have you.

Hi.

Just take whatever you want, alright?

- Don't hurt me! - It's cute.

You know, we're closed but

you want a drink or just a wall sock to charge your stungun?

You really didn't know who I was, did you?

I still don't know who you are.

Who the hell are you and why is it such a goddamn big deal?

Anyway, I'm sorry.

There it is.

Doesn't happen often. But I am.

Or even like "I'm sorry that I tazered your nutsack

just when you let down your guard with a woman for the first time

since your ex cheated on you."

For example.

Wow! That's rough.

Okay, I'm really sorry.

See... It's pretty nice.

Getting the hang of it.

If you wanna give it another try...

I promise, no weapons this time.

Yep, here it is. This is it.

Look, look.

Hey, look at this:

"Wagging tongues in the rumor mill

say Holt has several big movie deals in the works."

I wish they'd let me know about 'em.

No, no, it doesn't matter.

If they say you're hot, you'll be hot.

If you say so.

Babe, I am so proud of you.

Hello.

Bullshit! Who is this?

Oh... Mr. Fincher.

David, right.

Yeah, it was just a puff piece but...

Oh, thank you.

To be in your movie?

Are you kidding? Of course.

Kira Klay?

No, I didn't know she was gonna do it.

And Clooney. That's awesome!

Thanks. No, thank you. Thank you.

Listen, I'm gonna work my ass off on this part.

I'm gonna work my ass off.

Thank you. Thank you.

Wait, hold on.

Hello?

What?

What?

Slow down.

Okay.

Okay, thank you.

It's Kira. She ODed.

Hey, Don.

What are you doing?

I like the little fuigy rolls.

Well, you have money.

Why don't you just buy some little fudugy rolls?

I like them from here.

- You're feeling better? - Much better. The voices...

- Much better. - Okay.

- Thank you, Lucy. - You're a great photographer, Don.

You don't owe me anything.

Good morning, Mr. Fincher.

Can I get something hot to drink?

A camomille tea or something.

Thanks.

Good morning, David.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I don't know what you know. I don't know what you wanna know.

But I spent most of the morning on the phone with Kira's manager

who informs me that she's had a medical emergency.

And um... will not be joining our film.

This is the least of the new bad news.

Apparently Mr. Clooney Can't see anybdy else in the role.

And...

although I don't know how it's gonna shake out in the next 48 hours,

We're all adults and I think we know how this tends to end up.

Have a bagel and thank you for coming.

You can send them in.

Now what can I do for you

besides receiving your undying gratitude

for the beautiful profile on my magazine?

I'm not gonna give you anymore dirt.

Not about my friends or my enemies.

Kira's in the hospital because I told...

Kira's in the hospital because she's a drug addict.

- The point is that you people... - Okay, first of all,

you're welcome for the profile.

Plus the 3 other tidbits which we manage to place

which any publicist would sacrifice a left nut for.

Secondly, you're now a source.

I think we"re gonna do wonderful things together.

Me, you and Don here.

I like this office.

I'm not gonna help you anymore.

- Oh, poor Julia! - No.

Don't... Don't even go there.

When she finds out about your betrayal...

think about it, poor Julia!

I know how much she adores you.

Julia will understand or she won't. I don't care.

I love her and she loves me.

- That's brave. - Screw you!

Hey, Holt. I think you need to see something.

What?

You know what we love here at Dirt and Now?

Homemade porn.

So? What's it got to do with me?

Have a seat.

- I'm so wasted. - I love this feeling.

- Don't kiss my eyes, Johnny. - It's okay.

Let's take this off.

I'm not sure I wanna do this.

Sure you do.

So beautiful.

Oh, Johnny.

You like that?

Yeah.

I honestly would rather not leak this.

I'm an actor, that's all I ever wanted to do.

No, you wanted to be famous. There's a big difference.

You can give your dirt to Don, whenever.

Just make sure it comes in regularly.

Lucy...

Have you ever actually loved anybody?

Huh?

No.

You got no one.

It's obvious.

You got nothing. And no one.

Don, you can go.

- Hmm? - Go.

Hey!

Paparazzi piece of shit!

It's okay, Tristan. It's...

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Hey! Don't! Don't!

Daniel, come around here.

Hey, man, you care to read?

Private property.

- What's that? - It's business.

Well, aren't I a part of the business?

I said it's just business.

Hey, let's go inside. Come on, let's go.

You know I can't smoke this?

Why?

'Cause it makes me too horny.

You like that?

Yes.

Hello.

Oh, hey, Mr. Fincher.

Dave, right. Yeah.

Yeah?

Really?

That's great news.

No, I haven't booked anything else.

What? are you kidding? Of course I do.

I can't believe Jennifer signed on to do the part.

Okay. Yeah, I'll be there.

- That's great. - Than you.

Yeah. Yeah, I heard about what happened to Kira.

Wait, what?

When?

Yeah, she was a really good person.

Right. At the memorial.

What happened?

Kira's dead.

She had a brain bleed.

Oh my God.

The movie's back on.

And I still have the part.

Slow down the car!

What are you doing? Slow down!

Talk to me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Pull the car over. Oh my God!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

What are you doing? Pull down the car!

Stop it! Please stop the car.

Stop it!

Oh my God! Stop it!

Oh my God!

Come on!

Come here.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on! Julia, talk to me.

Hang in there.

Don?

- He's dead, Lucy. We killed him. - No, Don, No. Holt is okay.

- It's Kira. - Tristan. Tristan is dead.

Who's Tristan?

Tristan, my cat.

- Oh, the cat. Jesus, Don! - My best friend and we killed him.

We? What are you talking about?

All the stuff we did. All the bad things.

No, Don, no. Tristan had cancer, remember?

- We didn't kill him. - We did.

- No, Don. - We did.

No, Don. No, we didn't kill him.

I love you, Don.

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