[dreamy music]
♪ ♪
[phone chiming, vibrating]
[phone ringing] - Miles calling again.
- [sighs]
[intense music]
♪ ♪
[seagulls crying]
[Wesley barking]
- Come on.
[waves crashing, seagulls crying]
Keys to the guesthouse.
Night.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[phone chimes]
♪ ♪
- It's always warm.
Short sleeves in December.
And we can have a lemon tree in our backyard.
- Promise?
- Promise.
- When, Mama?
- Soon.
♪ ♪
[seagulls crying]
- Hope you don't mind.
I ordered groceries and made breakfast.
Mole chilaquiles. You like?
- Love.
- Prosecco?
- No.
Actually...
- Miles has been calling nonstop.
- Of course he has. He's terrified.
First time we went grocery shopping together,
I asked him to grab olive oil.
He picked the most expensive bottle.
$38.
I should've run then.
I grew up poor. I hate wasting money.
- My mom and I never met a coupon we didn't like.
- What do your parents do?
- I never met my dad.
- Same.
Your mom?
- My mom's an artist.
- Mine was an alcoholic.
I was a big distraction in her life.
- Do you still see her?
- Haven't seen her in 20 years.
You have a boyfriend?
- [chuckles] No.
- Are you and Marty...? - [scoffs]
He listens to Pearl Jam
and doesn't know who Clifford Odets is.
- [chuckles] - Not my vibe.
Travis told me...
You and Redmond...
back in the day.
- [sighs] Not willingly.
But it's a million years ago, so...
- Did you ever tell anyone?
- Back then, we didn't talk about things like this.
- He's still manipulating you, calling the shots.
- It is what it is, Lou.
And you better tell Travis
to mind his own fucking business.
Understood? - Yeah.
- I don't feel like working today.
[Young Magic's "Lucien"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Lucien, oh, Lucien ♪
♪ So full of light ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Why on this day, on this day ♪
♪ You pull the knife? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Like a nest ♪
♪ To the static ♪
♪ You're locked ♪
♪ To the channel rows ♪
♪ I don't mean to push you ♪
♪ When you have already spoken ♪
♪ Like the brush ♪
♪ And the lifeless ♪
♪ You are locked ♪
♪ To the channel rows, no, I don't... ♪
- [sighs] I'd kill for a joint right now.
- ♪ When you have... ♪
- I have something better.
- ♪ When you have ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Already spoken ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Lucien, oh, Lucien ♪
♪ So full of light ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Why on this day, on this day ♪
♪ You pull the knife? ♪
♪ ♪
- Come on.
♪ ♪
♪ Lucien, oh, Lucien ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Lucien, oh, Lucien ♪
♪ ♪
- Javier Bardem meets Joe Jonas.
- [chuckles]
- Body of Chris Hemsworth, face of Danny Trejo.
- [laughs] Let me see.
[both laughing] Oh, my God.
I am so glad I'm not young anymore.
- Dating apps are like Postmates for sexual fantasies.
You can order whatever you want.
- [chuckles]
[phone chimes, vibrates]
You deserve so much better. - [chuckles]
- I'm not so easy to live with, myself.
An acquired taste, my mother used to say.
- So what would you order?
- Huh?
Nothing. - Tell me.
- I don't have fantasies anymore.
I'm too old. - Bullshit.
- [chuckles] - Come on.
- [chuckles]
- What's something you've never done you wish you had?
- I don't know.
Uh...
Watch another couple have sex maybe.
You?
- Let someone watch me have sex.
- [chuckles]
[phone chimes]
[intense music]
- ♪ Once you strap on ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, ah, oh ♪
♪ I'm a fighter, I'm an outsider ♪
♪ I'm a night rider rolling through the sky ♪
♪ I'm a psycho, never gonna let go ♪
♪ Till I got you eye to eye ♪
[water splashes]
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Swim into the smoking gun ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ The game has just begun ♪
♪ Under disguises ♪
♪ And into the dark unknown ♪
♪ Mercury rises ♪
♪ And sinks right into my bones ♪
♪ String you along ♪
♪ I got secrets I'll never tell ♪
♪ Once you strap on ♪
♪ There's no leaving the carousel ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Casually grinning while I keep you spinning ♪
♪ You know I can call your bluff ♪
♪ Twister in a bottle, slipping down the spiral ♪
♪ Tell me, have you had enough? ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Tell me, have you had enough? ♪
♪ Under disguises ♪
♪ And into the dark unknown ♪
♪ Mercury rises ♪
♪ And sinks right into my bones ♪
♪ String you along ♪
♪ I got secrets I'll never tell ♪
♪ Once you strap on ♪
♪ There's no leaving the carousel ♪
♪ Once you strap on, there's no leaving ♪
♪ Once you strap on, there's no... ♪
♪ ♪
- Let us watch you.
Over there.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Under disguises ♪
♪ And into the dark unknown ♪
♪ Mercury rises ♪
♪ And sinks right into my bones ♪
♪ String you along ♪
♪ I got secrets I'll never tell ♪
♪ Once you strap on ♪
♪ There's no leaving the carousel ♪
- Lou, I need to see you in my office.
[door opens, footsteps approaching]
This weekend...
what happened...
I was upset.
- I'm sorry, did something happen?
[discordant suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- You said you were always fine with me stepping out--
- It's a judgment thing, Miles, and it's just
so unbelievably disrespectful during this delicate time.
- You know what? It's fucking hard.
It's hard living in your shadow.
- Oh, please, don't play the victim!
It's a massive turnoff. - You don't think this
pregnancy and miscarriage thing has taken a toll on me, too?
It's not just about you.
- I know it's been a horrific three years,
which is why we're turning to alternative methods.
- Yeah, with complete fucking strangers.
I'm not doing that. I told you I'd rather adopt.
- I'm not adopting.
Pick one.
- No, I'm not fucking picking one!
Okay? It's fucking crazy.
It's my sperm, mine.
None of this, none of this is yours!
You can't have a fucking kid.
[softly] Oh, fuck.
- Take a look around, Miles.
Take a look at your life, because all of this is mine,
and I choose to share it with you.
- You were fucking nothing when I met you.
- And now I'm everything!
So don't push me.
I might decide that I don't like sharing anymore.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs] Coverage on "Islands of Stone"?
- It's a 388-page book. - She wants it by noon.
Did you confirm her lunch today?
- Did you?
Oh, fuck me, I'm out of Prep.
- What's that?
- Gay thing. [door opens]
- I'm headed down to set. Lou, come with me.
Update my software, walk Wesley,
and go get me a GoMacro bar, please.
- [sighs]
- Sometimes being here feels like I'm in a dream.
All the people that have passed through here--
Mary Pickford, Judy Garland,
Katharine Hepburn.
- I used to feel that way.
- You don't anymore?
- As a woman here,
you start to feel like you're supporting a system
that doesn't want to support you.
It's hard to get back to the magic
and promise of it all.
- Does the magic of Hollywood even still exist?
- You should get out before it fucks you up.
[bell rings]
- Looking good.
- "Good"? That's all I get? [phone vibrates]
Good?
- Joyce...
he's here.
I've got some contracts for Mr. Goya.
- I think it's incredible--
the performances, the way you're shooting it.
I'm a total nobody around here, but I'm blown away.
- Cute shoes. - CELINE.
- Yeah.
I kind of miss the braids and thrift-store shit.
- Let's go.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- This is a classic romance.
Red states don't want to see
some Black guy kissing a white girl.
- I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that.
- What were you thinking, Joyce?
In this political climate, it's just way too polarizing.
We're gonna have to recast. - That's dinosaur thinking.
- Well, I'm T.-fucking-rex.
- Redmond, please just-- - It's not your fucking movie!
It's my fucking movie,
and I don't want to see some Black fucking day player
making out with my white female lead,
and the other half of this country
doesn't want to see it either!
Get me a new cast list.
Otherwise, I will shut this thing down so fast,
you won't know what hit you.
[line clicks, beeps]
- Get these refilled for Wesley at Larchmont Animal Hospital,
then bring them back to me.
- No boyfriend...
no friends...
no social media.
Within months of you showing up,
Alex just falls off the wagon and ODs,
after being sober for years.
- The implication being I got rid of him
so I could get his crummy assistant job
working for a woman who's a notorious nightmare?
Pretty thin.
And if I really was that duplicitous
and needed one of you gone,
wouldn't it have been you at the bottom of the pool?
And yet...
here you stand before me.
♪ ♪
[keys clacking]
♪ ♪
- You replace the dead kid?
- Not technically.
Just helping out.
- Oh, you're a girl.
She never hires girls.
You'd fuck him, right?
- Um...
well, I guess so.
But-- - But what?
- Something's been circulated between the assistants
I think you should hear, sir.
- Red states don't want to see
some Black guy kissing a white girl.
What were you thinking, Joyce?
In this political climate, it's just way too polarizing.
We're gonna have to recast.
Who taped that?
It's not your fucking movie!
- I have no idea. - Bullshit!
Who sent it?
- Legal's trying to track where it originated from.
But what if this lands in the media's laps,
especially now...
given the political climate?
- Are you trying to blackmail me, little girl?
- You're hurting me.
- Well, toughen the fuck up.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- He had a change of heart. We're not recasting.
- [chuckles]
Where have you been all my life?
- Happy to help.
- Let Meredith know.
- Copy.
- Time for bed, my sweet boy.
♪ ♪
Wesley.
Time for bed.
Baby. [gasps]
♪ ♪
Miles!
♪ ♪
- I am so sorry. - Stop apologizing.
- I don't know how my medication
got mixed up with Wesley's.
- You almost killed my dog.
- Joyce, please-- - Get out.
- Joyce. - You're fired.
Get out! - Joyce!
- Get out. Out! [door opens]
[tense music]
- I'm gonna take you down, bitch.
♪ ♪
Mark my words, you filthy little cunt.
- I'm sorry things didn't work out.
♪ ♪
I wish you all the best.
♪ ♪
[glass shatters]
♪ ♪