- Oh, good morning, George.
I've never seen you looking better.
- Wait till I turn around.
How do I look now? - Well...
you look better than you looked before.
- Well, I'm surprised, because before you really saw
my best side.
- Oh.
- Hasn't the boss a great sense of humor?
- Just the greatest.
- [snoring lightly]
- Very funny, Ronnie.
- George, look at how wonderful you look.
- Holy shit.
What the fuck are you doing here?
- I'm being framed by the same person
who blackmailed you...
Joyce's old assistant.
- How did you get in here?
- He's planning to release footage to Deadline
of Joyce saying you raped her.
- Get the fuck out of my house.
- Please.
He's trying to destroy you...
destroy the studio.
- You know how many times little twats like him
have tried to destroy me?
My lawyer's will crush him.
- I need you to protect me.
Tell Joyce I didn't do anything wrong.
- Why would I do that?
- Maybe I could do something for you.
- Oh, God.
You and Joyce...
the two of you are cut from the same cloth.
[dramatic music]
Fucking me was how she came to be.
- You raped her. - She raped me.
- You're disgusting!
Don't talk about her like that.
- I can't be all that disgusting.
You just offered to suck my cock.
♪ ♪
So suck it...
and get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.
♪ ♪
What do you think you're going to do with that, little girl?
- And you might give me a substantial--
[thunder booms]
♪ ♪
- [choking]
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[dark, solemn music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[phone vibrating]
♪ ♪
- You have any idea?
- You were fucking her.
What do you think? - Hey.
I never touched her.
- Just need to get through this next week,
handle the media onslaught.
- I'll take care of it.
- Can you tell when was the last time you saw her?
- Yesterday at the office.
- You obviously stand to gain a lot
from Mr. Isaacson's death.
You ever talk with her about that?
- Absolutely not.
- What was her relationship with Mr. Isaacson?
- I have no idea.
- An assistant going the extra mile?
- We ask a lot of our staff here.
Murder's not on the list.
- Were you two close?
- From what I understand, the girl had emotional issues
predating her time at Fountain.
- We're gonna need access to your staff.
- Of course.
How far along are you?
- Almost six months. You?
- Three and a half.
- You didn't answer my question.
- I'm sorry?
- Were you and Ms. Simms close?
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
- Promise?
♪ ♪
- [breathing deeply]
♪ ♪
[seagulls crying]
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Beachcomber found it.
♪ ♪
He likes to go out after a storm, see what washes ashore.
- What about the girl?
- Ah, nothing yet.
With those tides,
her body is probably halfway to Mexico.
- You think she's dead?
- You know how many drownings we have out here?
And that's on sunny, calm days.
She would've been fucking nuts
to go out in that storm last night.
- She's killed two people.
I think we've established that.
[music darkens]
♪ ♪
- The search continues for 22-year-old Lou Simms,
suspected of murdering Fountain Picture's
Redmond Isaacson.
both: Presumed dead,
Simms also goes by the name April Mace.
- Isaacson was brutally murdered
in his Holmby Hills estate in April.
- The suspect is considered armed and dangerous.
[voices overlapping]
♪ ♪
[I Break Horses' "Death Engine"]
♪ ♪
- I texted Emilie to get us options for the premiere
Thursday night.
What do you want to wear?
- You choose.
♪ ♪
I want to fuck tonight.
- ♪ And you walk so slowly ♪
- [chuckles]
- You think that's funny?
- I think that's cute.
- I wasn't going for cute.
- Really?
♪ ♪
- Really. - Mm.
- ♪ You're a slow death engine ♪
♪ Running on a suicide ♪
♪ ♪
[moaning]
[gasping]
- [grunts]
- [gasping]
♪ ♪
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- I see you.
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, what's up?
- Print looks great. Meredith's really happy.
- [chuckles] that's a first.
- You nervous?
- Never.
Hey, Marty.
[sighs] Thank you...
for standing by me all these years.
I really appreciate your loyalty.
- Yeah, of course. I'll see you soon.
- All right, see you later.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles]
Ready?
♪ ♪
- Ready.
♪ ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[camera shutters clicking, instinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[camera shutters clicking]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- Hello, everybody. This is Mrs. Norman Maine.
[sweeping music]
♪ ♪
[cheers and applause]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Is that her?
♪ ♪
That should be you down there.
♪ ♪
[dog whimpers] - Hey.
- Hi. You want to go outside?
Huh? Good boy, come here.
Somebody's got to go pee. I'll be right back, baby.
- Okay, honey.
[sighs]
- You look so beautiful pregnant.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I had to be there tonight.
♪ ♪
The movie...
it was everything we hoped it'd be.
- How'd you get into my house? - Oh, I've been here before.
Miles wasn't very discreet about the hidden key.
Don't worry. I wouldn't let him touch me.
I may be the only girl in town with that distinction.
♪ ♪
Sit, sit, sit.
You shouldn't be standing in your condition.
- Please, please. Okay.
♪ ♪
What do you want from me, Lou?
♪ ♪
- I guess I'm confused.
♪ ♪
I need clarity.
I did everything for you.
♪ ♪
Hooked up with Meredith so you could get your books,
gave you the only thing you wanted more than anything,
eliminated the man who raped you--
the only one left who could take it all away.
♪ ♪
And you repay me by getting rid of me?
Walking around with that piece of shit on your arm
at our movie premiere? - Listen to me.
- Saying in the press
that you didn't know me?
♪ ♪
Didn't...
know me?
- Listen to me. - I did everything...
for you.
♪ ♪
[door opens]
Speak of the devil.
Oh, hey, little man.
♪ ♪
Hi, Miles.
- Did you let her in? - No.
- Get the fuck out of our house.
- Last time I was here you wanted me to come.
♪ ♪
And I love how you say "our house"...
like your shitty art paid for any of this.
- Fuck you.
I'm calling the police.
- You really want the mother of your child
spending the rest of her life in jail?
[line trilling]
I wonder if the baby will look more like me...
or Miles.
Let's hope for her sake, me. - Please tell me you didn't.
♪ ♪
- When were you gonna tell him, Joyce?
- No, no, no, no, no. What the fuck, huh?
- I couldn't do it with a stranger.
- So you did it with her?
- Please, you wouldn't have been my first choice either.
- Are--are--are you stupid? Are you fucking insane?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Is that how you talk to someone you supposedly love?
- Oh, shut the fuck up. You know nothing about--
♪ ♪
- About love?
♪ ♪
I know about love.
- Lou, put the gun down. - I came here for her.
[suspenseful music]
- Lou, put the gun down. - For us.
- Yeah, you think she fucking loves you?
- Put the gun down. - She doesn't care about you.
- Stop talking! - She doesn't care about me.
She doesn't fucking love you. - Stop talking.
- She used you. - Listen to me.
Stop! - That's what she did.
- Stop it! - She got exactly
what she wanted.
She has no use for either one of us anymore.
- Lou, listen to me.
He's not worth it.
Put the gun down.
♪ ♪
- You masturbate with your right hand, yes?
- [groaning] Fuck!
[groans] - Don't you fuck up her floors!
- It's over, you crazy bitch.
- It's over when I fucking say it's over!
- Lou!
- Miles.
Miles, baby. - I just wanted you to love me.
Everyone I love leaves me.
Don't leave me.
- I told you this place would destroy you
if you didn't get out.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Get out while you still can.
♪ ♪
- We'll always be together.
- Why are you letting me go?
- Because I see you, April.
♪ ♪
[door slides open]
♪ ♪
- [panting]
♪ ♪
If you want a happy ending...
♪ ♪
That depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
[mountain lion snarls]
♪ ♪
[breathing shakily]
But maybe it's not about the happy ending.
♪ ♪
Maybe it's just about the story.
There are stories of love inspiring success...
Over the most insurmountable of odds...
- We're gonna move to Hollywood one day.
- Promise?
- Promise.
♪ ♪
- Empowering stories
where we live happily ever after
and love never dies.
♪ ♪
This...
is not one of those stories.