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MILES:
Previously, on Get Shorty...

You want me to stay out of
your way, I'll do it.

But just know
that everything I'm doing,

all I'm going through
right now is so that
you can tell people

what Emma's dad
does for a living.

-Can you just give
this to Emma?
-It's in LA.

Acting lessons are a bit
limited around here.

KATIE:
We'll talk about it later.

We can move forward
with the movie
and Amara's not involved.

She doesn't know
she's not involved.

Just don't mention it.

No. You want to
hide it from her?

(GRUNTING)

I tell you I love the script.

What did you do?
You push me out.

-No.
-That's not what Rick tell me.

Okay, well, is there a time
where he is reachable?

-Get off the phone.
-Hold on.

Well, does he
check his messages?

Yeah, okay.
Tell him I'll call him back.
Thank you.

The hell is this?

-Whoa. Jesus.
-If I can't trust you,
you're a fuckin' liability.

(SCOFFS) I don't... All right.
Whatever this is about...

This is about me telling you
not to call Amara.

And I didn't.

Eventually, I did. Yeah,
'cause I'm a producer.
I gotta check in.

Oh, okay. Well, now you can
check in with the studio

and you can tell them thanks
to you Amara's investment
is now four million.

-Four.
-MILES: Go on.

I... (SCOFFS)

Gravity Pictures
didn't offer a co-production.

And now they
don't have a choice.

I not gonna tell you
what to say

since you're the one with
experience in these matters.

And managing cash is about
all you're good for.

-Did Amara hit you?
-Oh, for fucks sake.

She had somebody hit you?

Rick, in my world
if you violate the terms
of a partnership,

you face the consequences.

-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-If I were you,

I'd put it on a Post-it
and stick it
on your fuckin' forehead.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, honey. How's it going?

We've made Amara money.
Don't forget that.

KATIE: I'll be okay if
we leave by noon, right?

260 miles,
that's four hours.

I've done it in three.

(CHUCKLES) Going 90?

MILES: Are you sure
that you don't want to
stay at my place?

Louis is fine with it.

We're at Charlene's
guest house.

-The showgirl?
-Married a lawyer now.
They live in Brentwood.

MILES: Which is?

-Nice.
-MILES: Ah.

Listen. You're probably
gonna be hungry
when you get in.

How about I take you both
out for a nice dinner?

(DEEP EXHALE)
Family dinner. Uh, sure.

Yeah, yeah, family dinner.

It's not a date.

I promise, we'll have
a horrible fucking time.

(CHUCKLES)

Which ones should I pack?

These look exactly the same.

-MILES: How is she?
-(CHUCKLES) Excited.

(INHALES) So are we allowed
to watch this class tomorrow?

EMMA: No parents!

MILES:
I don't believe we're invited.

(CHUCKLES)
All right, see you tonight.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hello. First time here?

Yeah, I gotta say,
this is a lot nicer
than my old church.

(CHUCKLES) Well, thank you
so much for joining us.

-I'm Brother Kimball.
-Oh. Louis Darnell.

-Good to meet you, Louis.
-MATT: The writer?

No. Well, yeah. I mean,
I did write a, um...

The Admiral's Mistress.

Have we met?

Matt Solo, I'm at
William Morris Endeavor.

The tobacco company.

(CHUCKLING)
You write comedy.

I represent great writers,
and this guy's script...

One of the year's best reads.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

How's pre-production?

Oh, I'm not.
Well, they brought in
another writer.

-Pretty common, I guess.
-Yeah.

Yeah.

I hope you were
well compensated.

Yeah, I mean...

Yeah. More than scale?

Scale, yeah.

If you want to grab a meal,
you give me a ring.

-Mmm.
-Or you can find me here.

Great. Hmm...

(PANTING)

TYLER: Yes!
Oh, yeah! Oh!

Oh. Whoo.

-(SIGHS)
-I needed that.

Yeah. (HEAVY BREATHING)

-TYLER: Water?
-Yeah, sure. (SNIFFS)

Wait... No, I'm saying
can you hand me
at water right there?

Oh, yeah. (PANTING)

Thanks.

TYLER: Well... (SIGHS)

They're gonna need me
back on set.

I have to shower.
Money's on the table.

Oh. Okay, cool. (PANTING)

Hey, I tell you
my roommate took off?

TYLER:
Sorry, what?

My roommate split town

and he actually took
my rent money.

You know,
I'm not on the lease,

they were gonna kick me out.
You believe that?

TYLER:
Shit. That sucks.

So if you hear of a place
I could crash for a while,

you'd... You'd let me know?

TYLER:
Yeah, no doubt. No doubt.

How's, uh, Lethal Limit?

Oh, my God. It's amazing.

I mean, it's not a big role.

TYLER: But, in a way
it kind of is a big role.

'Cause whenever
I'm not on screen,

the other characters
are always talking
about me so...

That's great. (GRUNTS)

TYLER: Also,
I have an audition for this

dope period film,
The Admiral's Mistress.

Like, I probably won't get it.
The producer hates my guts.

-Who?
-Rick Moreweather.

I met Rick, remember?

I had a good
conversation with him.

You think
if I stopped by his office,
I could score an audition?

-Listen. Uh, bro...
-Yeah.

I kinda gotta get
in the headspace
of this new scene. So...

Yeah, totally.

I'll catch you, uh...
I'll catch you later.

TYLER: Peace.

And people,
they keep asking me,

"Hafdis. You were
at the height of your career,

"you won the Palme d'Or
in Cannes

"and you
just leave Hollywood?"

You know what I tell them?

I left because I was tired
of the bullshit.

I was tired of the
incompetent producers

and those sycophants
kissing my ass.

I so get it.

Yeah, good call.
They're all horrible.

This man though?

And he didn't know
he was talking to a director.

This man was talking
to a stranger

and he told this stranger
an incredible story.

A story about joy and pain.

How they are forever linked.

-Mm.
-Now that's how you find
a beating heart within a film.

I thought he was a hobo.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Oh, great. Here's the rewrite
by Julian Pynter.

You know his work,
he's fantastic.

Ooh. (INHALES DEEPLY)

And obviously we'd love
to hear your thoughts before
he takes another pass.

Nothing like the smell
of script.

(SNIFFS)

We spoke about,
uh, Max Kisbye.

-Yes.
-Now we need Max Kisbye

because he's the only one
in Hollywood with the anger

and the vulnerability
we need to create
a character of this caliber.

Unfortunately,
he's unavailable.

TMZ has photos of him
at "Morning Light"
rehab clinic.

Agoura Hills?

Yeah. Which means
he's not allowed to have
a cell phone or internet.

So we could wait forever
to get a read.

Okay, so we look at
other actors.

-So many brilliant ways
we can go, right?
-Mmm-hmm.

Oh, yeah. A lot of interesting
things we could do. Yeah.

Oh, so you...
You can just find
another actor?

Yeah, why not?

(STUTTERS) Okay,
why don't you find
another director?

I mean, if we're not
having Max Kisbye,
what's the point, guys?

All right. I'm sure
there's a way
we can swing this. Right?

-I'm on it.
-Meaning, you have a way
to get to Kisbye?

Give me a day and, uh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Go mad.

(SCOFFS)

YAGO: Go up to that guy,
then press "x."

RISA: I am.

-X!
-I am pushing it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) Don't start
that mission without me.

RISA:
Hey, which phone is that?

It's a new burner.

Yeah?

Josias said
he gonna hear you out.

-YAGO: (OVER PHONE) When?
-Tomorrow.

You said you wanted this shit
taken care of, right?

(SIGHS) Okay. Tomorrow.

LOUIS: Good morning.

He's back.

You said, "He's back"
like you're surprised.

And if that's because
they got a new writer,
I'm still helping Miles.

I just meant good morning.

Yeah. All right.

Hey, um, how much
does a screenwriter
get for a scale?

For a scale?

Whatever, I mean... Any scale.

GLADYS:
Depends on the budget.

Mid-levels,
maybe low six figures.

Six... A hundred grand?

For a fuckin' screenplay?

You think that's low?

Hey, brother.
Oh, you're reading.

I'll let you do that.

But can I ask you something?

Well, you said that
you were gonna find a job
for me on the movie.

-So that I'm not just
hanging around.
-Associate producer.

I asked Rick and
that's what he recommended.

I love that. What's that mean?

Uh, it means that... It means
that you're gonna help out.

Oh, kind of like
I'm doing already?

Arrogant British nob.

What?

This sad excuse
for a half-assed writer.

Gladys, my love. Would you
happen to have on file

a home address
for Mister Julian Pynter?

-I can get it.
-Thank you.

I told the prick
to add a young girl, just
a few little lines for Emma.

I'd do it myself, only we're
paying the gobshite
a king's ransom already.

You see now? I told you
it was bad idea
to bring this guy in.

Thinks he knows better,
that's what it is.

But he and I
are gonna have a little chat.

And if I have to fucking
stand above him and supervise
every fuckin' syllable,

that's what's gonna happen.

GLADYS: Here you go.
MILES: Thank you.

I'm gonna send over a courier
with a few little notes.

-Want me to arrange?
-No, no, no. I'll handle it.

LOUIS:
Hold on, buddy.

Hold up.

If you go over there
all worked up like this...

-It's not gonna go well.
-Oh, it'll go well.

Let me handle it. Okay?

I'll make sure he does
what you want.
And I'm a little curious.

About what?

About how the writing
thing works.

-"The writing thing"?
-Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Just a few lines for the
housekeeper's daughter.

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHUCKLES) Ah, there he is.

I can't believe it. (CHUCKLES)

-Well, let's... Let's sit.
-Yeah.

(SIGHS) So, how you doing?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Uh, generally
or the treatment?

Both. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Um, yeah, been in 22 days
and I feel great.

They, uh, tailor therapy
to who you are
as an individual here.

And the therapist has actually
been through
this shit himself.

Well, that's important. Good.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

They told me you were here,
I thought there was a mistake.
(CHUCKLES)

What do you mean mistake?
Of course I'm here.

Oh, I just mean...
you didn't come last time.

Well, I was shooting.

Or the time before, but...

You're here now.
It means a lot.

I'm sorry.
I haven't been in a while.

Nah, it's fine.

Mom doesn't make it
easy for you. (CHUCKLES)

We fell out of touch,
it happens.

I get the photos though.

Aunt Martha keeps
sending photos like...

I keep a little scrapbook.

-Yeah.
-Scrapbook?

Yeah, your pictures
and your sister's pictures.

But this is better,
being here.

It's good, yeah.

Yeah.

Wa... Was that, uh...

That guy that just walked out?
It looked like Max Kisbye.

Oh, yeah. He checked in
last week. But...

-No kidding.
-But I'm keeping my distance.

How come?

Well, I'm, you know,
clean and he's, uh,

relapsed like twice.

Shit. (SCOFFS)

So, I'm staying
as far away from
him as possible. (CHUCKLES)

That's a good idea. Yeah.

KEVIN: Yeah.

KATIE:
Oh, my God. (CHUCKLES)

-Five-and-a-half hours?
-Fifteen was a parking lot.

I mean, these maniacs drive
on the shoulder to get past.

You sound like a local.

Oh, God.

-I missed you.
-Oh, I missed you too, Eva.

(SOFT GROAN) It's Emma.

Emma, See I knew
it began with E.

(EMMA CHUCKLES)

-Uh.
-What happened?

Oh, this? Nothing,
just some idiot rear-ended me.

Those airbags
pack a punch. Huh?

-Mom, look.
-Did you get it checked out?

Nah, the car
was a bit much anyway.

The insurance actually
paid off the lease.

Not the car, I mean, you.

Here, follow my finger
with your eyes.

-Hmm.
-(CHUCKLES)

Hey, you want to check out
the studio tomorrow?

-Mom.
-Oh, I told Charlene
we'd have lunch.

Oh, okay.

Ah, we're still good
to eat now though, right?

I got us a reservation
in 20 minutes.

A reservation?

This place
called the Bel-Air Lounge.

I hear the new chef
has his own TV show.

So even if the food is shite
at least it's famous.

-(CHUCKLES)
-I'm driving.

-She's driving?
-(CHUCKLES)

-Put on your seat belt.
-EMMA: I will.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BEEPING)

Try this.

It's from Guatemala.
Made by gringos, but...

You needed me?

I had them cook dinner for us.

Why?

No "why." I had them
cook chicken pepian.

Oh, with the pepitas?

(CHUCKLING) Sesame seeds,
tomatillos, cilantro, si.

-Tia.
-(AMARA LAUGHING)

Remember when you were a boy.

Hmm.

I say it make you strong.

Now look at you.

Man, these dishes are crazy.
What are "frizzled leeks"?

Oh, yeah.
Those are those special, uh,

seahorses in a cabbage broth.

-They're not.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm so hungry
that actually sounded good.

Hey, there. Desmond.

We've been waiting
a while now.

Uh, Friday nights are busy.

And there's an after-party
for the awards show.

-What awards?
-Excuse me.

Hi, can I get your name?

MAN: Reynold. Party of two.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Sorry, no smoking.

But he can do that?

Vaping? Yes. Mr. Reynolds.

Hey. What are they eating?

Um...

Could be, um, spring pea shoot
and minted yogurt soup?

They give you hammers.

Oh, my God. (CHUCKLING)

They do give you hammers.

What?

It wasn't so pretentious
last time.

I love that we're here.
Are you kidding?

-This is amazing.
-Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, full disclosure...

Since I've been in LA,
I only come to places

where they give you
little hammers.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Mrs. Thomas, one moment...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Desmond.
I had a reservation.

And I've been patient.
But if you seat
those people before us,

things are gonna get really
fucking bad for you,

really quickly.
Do you understand?

Or I've $100 in my pocket.
Your call.

-There's a table opening up.
-Is that right?

I'll clear it
and we'll seat you now.

-All good.
-They're ready for us?

(AMARA SPEAKS SPANISH)

(YAGO SPEAKS SPANISH)

I hear you hungry lately.

What?

You eat at Raleigh Pupuseria.

Where'd you hear that?

Is it true?

Food is good.
Chicharron con jalapeno.

Forty miles. You drive
40 miles for chicharron?

I wanted to try it.

Is Josias's place.

I didn't know that.

You didn't know that?

Um, I do now.

I saw his guys around.

(SNIFFS)
Ooh, pepian is spicy.

Mmm.

Josias's men.
They talk to you?

They said shit.
I didn't listen.

They talk about me?

You? No.

Sure?

They wouldn't say shit.
Believe me, I would
set them straight.

We have platanos en mole.

Oh, yeah? That's great.

I'm just gonna
use the bathroom.

(YAGO VOMITING)

(PANTING)

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-LOUIS: (OVER PHONE) Delivery.

(JULIAN SIGHS, SNIFFS)

Script notes
from Gravity Pictures.

Thank you.

Oh, I need you to sign.

So, uh, let me find
the ol' clipboard.

What? Where was...

I think your wife's
calling you.

(CHUCKLES) Excuse me?

Yeah, I thought
I heard someone.

I certainly hope it's not
my wife since I'm divorced.

Huh, housekeeper?

-No one here but me.
-Really?

Oh, here we go.

There we go. Just, uh,
sign at the top there.

-(SIGHS)
-I need a pen.

Oh, uh. Shit. Damn it.

(SIGHS) Hold on.

(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus. (GASPS)

Did I scare you?

I just didn't want to make you
go back up to the truck.

(CLEARS THROAT) Just sign
at the top, right?

Whatever.

Thanks again.

So how's the script coming?

What?

Told you, I got notes
from the studio.

Yeah, I have them.

Yeah. I know
that you have them,

'cause most of those notes
are the ones you got
the first time around.

You just need to do them

and I'm here to make sure
that that happens.

(CHUCKLES) This is a joke?

No, sir.

What's your name?

So do you have a home office,
or do you just work
at the table there?

'Cause, I mean, however
you want to do this is,
you know...

Who told you to come...
You know what? Doesn't matter.

You need to leave.

I will. As soon as you take...

No, no. Get the fuck out
of my house
or I'll call the police.

Hey, you don't need
to be like that.

We're both professionals.

(DIALING)

(GRUNTS)
Don't be difficult, Julian.

(GRUNTS) Help! Help!

(SCREAMING)

You know, what? You're really
making a big deal out of this.

All you have to do
is take the notes.

And you're a badass writer.

I'll bet if you
put your mind to it,

you can knock this out
before lunch.

(SCREAMING, PANTING)

You don't work for the studio.
Who are you?

LOUIS:
Don't run out on me, Julian.

I'll tell you what...

I'm gonna put ice
on your hand there,

and then we're gonna
get to work. Okay?

Thank you, sir.

Sign this?

Ooh... Cool name tag.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You checking out
the competition?

That guy over there, he's on
The Thundermans.

He's a real actor.

You're a real actor. You are.

Welcome. Who do I have
the pleasure of speaking to?

Em... Emma Daly?

Are you asking me,
or are you telling me?

She's got butterflies a bit.

(CHUCKLES) Acting is playing.

Let your imagination run riot,

you'll have nothing
to be nervous about.

Welcome, everyone.
I'm Francis Knox,

SAG-AFTRA, AEA, SDC.

Now if the parents here
could please excuse us?

It's time to start our work.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Thank you. Thank you.

Huh? So each
of these cards is a scene
in the screenplay?

Yes.

Do the colors
mean something, or...

Each color
is a different storyline.

How do you know
what order to put 'em in?

(SIGHS)

I ask myself what happens
first then what happens
in reaction to that.

Huh. (CHUCKLES)
That's a lot to figure out.

It is.

Hey... Did you always
want to be a writer?

(SIGHS)

When I was ten,
I was at a very strict prep
school in Sunningdale.

The only discipline that
afforded any sense of freedom
was writing fiction.

So I became a man of letters.

Mmm. What's that mean?

(SIGHS) A writer.

Um, I don't mean to seem rude
but I generally find it easier

to work when I'm not engaged
in conversation.

Oh, yeah, oh...
Do your thing, man.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.

Very kind.

(CHAIR SCRAPING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can I help you?

I'm Nathan Hill.
I met Mr. Moreweather
a while back

when he was shooting
The Hunting. Really cool guy.

So I heard he's doing, uh,
this new film

and I'm working
on the lot today

so I thought I'd stop in.

Score an audition.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Who's your agent?

I don't actually have one.

Well, the only way to get
an audition on this project
is through representation.

Yeah, yeah. That makes sense.
(CHUCKLES)

Do you need a PA?

Or I could work in casting
as a reader.

Yeah, why don't you just
fill out this application.

I'll keep it on file
and I'll let you know
if anything comes up.

Thank you! Very cool.

Uh, can I just take a pen?

-Yeah.
-Thank you. Thank you.

(NATHAN SIGHS)

Oh, I don't have
a current address.

Can I just put down my name
and cell number?

-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
-Uh, sorry.

Yeah, yeah, that. (CHUCKLES)

Admiral's Mistress.

Yeah, let me see
if I can get him.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yeah, hey. No calls, okay.
I'm going to see Kevin now.

GLADYS: (OVER PHONE)
It's Amara.

Amara?

GLADYS:
Says she got your package.

And if you're not here,
she'll call back.

Package. Shit.

Is Miles here?

GLADYS: No.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

Amara! Hi.

-Hello, Ricky.
-RICK: (OVER PHONE) Hey.

You tell me I'm out of movie.
But guess what?

You're back in! Huh?
Yeah. How about that.

-You would be sad to lose me.
-RICK: I sure would.

And listen, we got
a great director, Hafdis...

I can't say his last name,
but he's great.
We're thrilled with him.

So, when do I see the movie?

You know, what? As soon as
that premiere comes out,

I'm gonna personally escort
you down the red carpet.

Show me Hollywood.

RICK: That's right.

You send more scripts, eh?

Yes, I did. I did.
But that was, uh...
That was earlier.

And you're still investing
in The Admiral's Mistress.

So you know, what?
That stuff can wait.

Ricky. I got money.

You show me what you got.

Well, I sent you
three scripts, right?

The first one is
Swamp Children.

Oh, it's based
on a graphic novel.

Miles took us out for this
fancy dinner last night.

Wanted to give us
a tour of the studio.

He's showing you he's changed.

(SIGHS) Has he, though?

Take it from a girl
who used to wear
a feather bikini to work.

The overnight
success thing is real.
Especially, out here.

Sorry, sorry.

-Hi.
-(KISSES)

Closing went late.
Buyers were arguing
over a roof replacement.

It's like they have
five million for the house

and they can't spare 20 grand
for shingles? I mean...

Nicole. Katie,
guest of honor.

-BOTH: Hi.
-Nicole sold me the house.

-Oh.
-So what do you do, Katie?

Uh, plastic surgeon's
assistant.

Oh. Woman after my own heart.

Buried in silicone
as it may be.

I couldn't tell.

Oh, please. I keep meaning
to have them replaced.

Only I can't spare
the recovery time.

You're a C, right?

Oh, my God. I love her.

You know, you could switch
to a teardrop shape.

Less projection, we don't
put it under the muscle.

You'd be back at work
in a week and a half, tops.

Better consult
than Dr. Soo gives me.

-Leonard Soo?
-Yes.

I've been trying to get
my doctor to use his implant.

Well, then I should
introduce you.

I would love that.

Only...
We're only here a few days.

Well, if you ever
decided to stay...

(SIGHS)

-Lulu. It's great.
-Yeah?

Oh, three little scenes
for Emma, not too many lines.
It's lovely stuff.

I... You know, I had him read
Emma's lines out loud
so I could hear 'em.

Oh. You did good.

Thanks, buddy.

You know, I can tell that
he was working fast,
'cause there's a lot of typos.

Yeah, well, he only had
nine fingers to work with.

(LULU CHUCKLING)

Oh, no. I didn't cut
anything off.
I just broke a finger.

One finger. What?

An A-list writer
and you broke his finger.

Oh, he's not gonna
tell anyone,
he was scared shitless.

(GROANS)

Oh, come on. You know,
if you'd gone over there,

you would've
skinned him alive.
I saw that look in your eye.

Which is why
I let you handle it.

You managed to deal
with that girlfriend
of the writer,

how the fuck
did you pull that off?

Lulu. Lulu. You said that you
convinced her with your words!

(SIGHS) I did convince her
with my words.

And then, as I was leaving,
she came at me with questions.

Fuck's sake.

So you took her out.

And what's worse,
you lied to me about it.

I didn't lie.
No. I just didn't tell you.

Because your family
was coming,

I didn't want you to get you
all stressed about it...

Oh, much better
to handle it this way,

and wait till they're actually
fucking here to tell me.

Jesus Christ, Lou. Do I need
to do everything myself?

You know what? Fuck you.

People all over this town
make movies
without breaking fingers

or shooting
every fucker they meet.

Well, you oughta work
with those people.

I will.

Look, I know that Katie
and Emma coming here
is a really big deal for you.

But for the good of humanity,
why don't you have a drink,

get laid or go for a run
or do something.

Because you have been
wound tight all day
and it's getting on my nerves.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Noah, Emma, hop on up.

Yeah. And remember,
show us your EIS.

Which stands for...

ALL:
Energy! Imagination! Sparkle!

Begin.

I like your wide
and sassy smile.

That makes me feel happy.

Okay, slow start. Step it up.

Really show us
that imagination, Emma.

Okay.

I like your clean
new sneakers.

Better!

That makes me feel
pleased as punch!

(STUDENTS CHUCKLING)

I love your
super-stylish hair.

That makes me feel... Happy?
(CHUCKLES)

Emma! That had zero sparkle.

Zero!

Lilah, hop on up.
Show her how it's done.

Thank you, Emma.

I like your wide
and sassy smile.

There's my superstar.

Can we get out of here?
And don't call me that.

Hey. Would you stop
running please?

I'm not running.

Hey. What's wrong?

I was the worst one there.

What? No, you weren't.

Look, I've seen you on stage
and you were bloody wonderful.

Okay, I don't wanna
talk about it.

Shorty.

-Hey, come on.
-No.

Okay, it obviously
didn't go well.

-We can find you another...
-I don't want to be an actor.

And I don't want to be
in a stupid movie.

Ah, you say
that way now, but...

Dad, do I have to be in it?

Of course not.

Will you get pissed off
with me if I'm not?

No.

Okay. I really don't
want to be in it. (SNIFFS)

Fine.

Let's get back.

Can I watch TV?

Sure.

You hungry?

No, not really.

I got pizza.

It's a couple of days old
but that adds character.

Hey, where's the remote?

MILES: Um,
not all together sure, lad.

You are pissed off.

No. No, I get it.

I don't know a lot about
acting but it seems
like an unpleasant business.

People pretending
to be other people,
that can't be healthy.

Mom won't come to LA unless
I'm in the movie. Right?

All right. Let's get
one thing straight, shall we?

You were bloody wonderful
in your play

and you'd be amazing
in the movie.

That's not me speaking
as your dad but as...

As a movie producer.

Now on a separate note,
would like you and your mom
to be with me here in LA?

Of course, I would.

But let's not confuse
the issue.

Fine.

What?

I'll be in the movie.

No, no, no, no.
That's not what I'm saying.

Just don't give me
too many lines.

You don't have to do this
if you don't want to.

No. I said I'll do it.
So, don't talk me out of it.

I won't.

Francis said
I didn't have sparkle.

No what?

Found the remote. (CHUCKLES)

KEVIN: So we all...
We all have negative feelings.

But the goal is to allow
ourselves to experience
those feelings,

without allowing it to trigger
addictive behavior.

-Ah.
-(SIGNAL BEEPING)

-Oh. (CHUCKLES)
-What's that?

Ten minute warning.

Sorry, I've been
going on for hours.

Hey, we're catching up.
Hmm? (SIGHS)

Well, before you go,
tell me about the new movie
you're working on.

Oh, well,
change of pace for me.

-Actually it's a period thing.
-Okay.

And it's funny
you bring it up,

'cause I was leaving
the house today

and I was thinking,
Max Kisbye would be
perfect for this lead.

He... Oh, dead on.

-Really.
-Yeah, I actually, uh...

I grabbed a copy
of the script.
I know you're not...

You're not tight with him
but you see him at meals
or group therapy and, uh...

-Dad.
-Yeah, maybe it comes up
organically.

Like he's wondering
what movie am I gonna do
when I get out of here.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) You're incredible.

What?

Coming to check on me.
As if that made sense.

If you don't want
to talk to him, that's fine.

Don't act like
you just thought of this,
this morning.

First time you came here,

you kept looking
over my shoulder.

I thought,
"What's he looking for?"

-Not true.
-As if Max Kisbye would do
one of your movies.

Actually has a...
A pretty decent budget.

-Great director.
-You should go. (SIGHS)

Okay. Don't...
Come on, don't do that.

You're right, I came here
to see if you could
help me with this.

Yeah, I'm a piece of shit.

But when I got here
and you started talking

and telling me everything
that you're doing,

I forgot about Max Kisbye.

I was just happy to be here.

(SIGNAL BEEPING)

All right, well...

Can I get a hug?

Okay, I'd like to come back.

I'll leave it up to you.

Take the fucking script.

Knock, knock.

You're the father of?

Emma.

Right.

Ah...

I'm sure you're trying to
get out of here,

but do you have
a quick minute?

(SIGHS) You want to know
why Emma was so upset.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) I've been
at this for a long time

and if you encourage
a child who doesn't have
what it takes?

You're not doing them
any favors.

So, on her first day of acting
lessons for little kids,

you made her cry.
But it was for her own good?

I have an eye for talent.

And she's has no future
in this business.

She's 12.

That's lots of time for her
to find something
she's good at.

(CHUCKLES)

God forbid,
she's not made for this.

(GROANS)

She might end up
in a shithole in Burbank

crushing kids' dreams
for fifty bucks an hour.

(SPITS)

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait!

Let's go.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

Nice shirt.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Which do you like better?
Marine? Or Pool Party?

I'm redoing my bathroom.

(SMACKS LIPS) Pool Party.

I like Marine.
It's more peaceful.

Are we gonna talk business?

You want Amara gone?

I can make that happen.

This woman is family.

By marriage.

You'll kill your aunt,
Thanksgiving
is gonna be awkward.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
So what's this about?

Did she not give you
the keys to the station wagon?

I got my own car.

So get rid of her.
Why come to me?

It's like that Star Trek shit.

The enemy of my enemy,
is my friend.

(CHUCKLES)
That's not Star Trek.

It was in Star Trek.

That's some Indian shit.
Some old Indian saying.

Listen, I know how this works.

All right? You clear shit
with Mexico, verdad?

Well, I don't have
the connect. You do.

So what do you want?

Amara's territory,
everything across the 95.

Except Reno, that's your shit.

And I'll kick up 10%
across the board.

(SHARP INHALE)

(SUCKS TEETH)

I can walk on my own.

Let me get a smoke.

Smoke in the car.

With a bag over my head?

(SIGHS)

It's menthol.

You wanna bitch
or you want a smoke?

(GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

Tia, I got to talk to you.

AMARA: Tell me.

When I was at the pupuseria,

one of Josias's guys
came over.

Said he wanted to have
a sit down with me.

What did you say?

I said, "Are you crazy?
Get the fuck out of here."

And I didn't say nothing
because I knew
you would freak out.

Thinking I wasn't telling you
the whole story.

But I swear to God,
that's how it went down.

(AMARA SPEAKS SPANISH)

It's good you told me.

And now,
you call him back.

(GUNSHOTS)

(DEEP EXHALE)

(LYLE BREATHING HEAVILY)

You little bitch.

I told Josias
you weren't worth shit.

(SHARP INHALE)
Give me your piece.

-(DOOR BELL RINGS)
-(DOOR OPENS)

EMMA: Hi, Mom.
We ordered Indian food.

KATIE: Did you?

There's a curry up there
with your name on it.

(LIGHT CHUCKLE)
You look relaxed. What's that?

Nicotine vape.
All the rage apparently.

We should head back
to Charlene's.

Or you could stay a while?

Yeah, Mom, have some food.

Uh...

Don't try and hate
yourself, Wyatt.

I'm not.

I'm the same man that's wanted
in three states and
five territories, remember?

Tell me, am I...

Oh, no more for me,
not if I'm gonna drive.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
Not yet.

(CHUCKLES)
What are you trying to say?

Oh, nothing.
It's just, Charlene called

and she said that
her house was on fire.

Yeah, she sounded
pretty distressed.

Probably because
of the fire in her house.

Mmm. Well,
nice of her to tell us.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
I'll see you around.

What kind of business?

(KISSES)

Hey, about the bed.
You may notice

a quite severe dip
in the middle of the mattress.

That's fine.

So, Louis won't mind
sleeping out here?

Let's not ask him.

I'll help you
make up the couch.

Cheers.

Gosh. (CHUCKLES)
This place.

It's classy, right?

-I think they call it
extended-stay chic.
-Hmm.

Bedsheets are made
from genuine boxer shorts.

-Cashmere?
-I needed new clothes.

Impressive.

What, that I... That I managed
to buy a hoodie all on my own?

Less than a month,
you got a fancy job.
A new place to live...

And you're jealous?

Little bit.

Hey, I'm doing a shite job
of showing off LA so far.

But I swear, Katie,
it's a hell of a town.

Well, it turns out
it suits you.

It's just that
it's a bit lonely.

What about Louis?

-He snores.
-(CHUCKLES)

And he's a rubbish lover.

(CHUCKLES)

Airbag?

As God as my witness.

(KISSING)

(MOANING)

(MOANING)

Shh, Emma can't hear.

RICK: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hey, Kevin, it's Dad.

And, uh, look I know
they don't let you use
the phone there

so you probably
can't get your messages.

But, uh, when you
do get this...

Um, I just...

I feel shitty about today.

It's... It's good to see you
doing so well

and, um...

Yeah, keep it up.

Great, thanks.

Good night.

That was Scotty Walker
leaving word.

-Who's... Who's that?
-Max Kisbye's agent from CAA.

Get him on the line.

Call her.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hey, Rick Moreweather.

AMARA:
Hello, Ricky.

GLADYS: It's not Walker,
it's that investment woman...

Okay. Okay. Thank you, Gladys.

Amara, hi, wow! Boy,
I was just heading out.

How are you?

You gonna
show me Hollywood?

Sure, yes.
Soon as you get to LA.

When do you want to meet?

What?

I'm here, Ricky.

What do you mean?

In Hollywood.

And so far...

I like it.