- Alex Butler was like a son to me.
A dear friend.
A vibrant, brilliant young man.
Alex was so much more than an assistant.
A valued colleague.
And I loved him enormously.
- Our hearts go out to his family
during this difficult time.
- Turn it off.
Toxicology reports came back.
There were a ton of drugs in his system.
- Oh, I thought he was sober. - He was sober.
She pushed him too far.
She never gave a shit that he was sick.
His death is on her.
Finest trick of the devil
is persuading you he doesn't exist.
- You're not eating your lox.
- I don't like lox.
Martin.
You're a disgrace, Joyce.
- So in terms of the budget on "Wanderlust"...
- All right.
- Our stocks went up immediately
after we announced. - Oh, yeah?
- It's a huge property,
and it needs to be serviced as such.
We can't cheap out on this.
- Cheap out.
When have I ever "cheaped out"?
I have a cap and you know it. And I never go over that cap.
No movie's worth it.
Dolce Vita! - Yes, sir.
Can you bring me some more caper berries,
but just two? - Right away.
- In order to win this, we had to agree to Meredith directing.
- First time director.
Female. Huge fucking risk.
- And we had to agree to go high.
- And you did because you thought I would be dead.
And you could spend as much of my money as you wanted.
But you thought wrong.
- Here you are, sir.
- You are a prince of a man, Dolce Vita.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.
- I think his name is Marcello. - And I call him Dolce Vita.
And you don't get it.
- Redmond, we cannot make this film
as it's currently budgeted.
- Then they don't fucking make it.
- I need to get on this plane.
- Investors are asking if he's back.
- Stop. - CAA's calling.
- I'm dealing with it.
- So what, is our budget on "Wanderlust"
basically fucked now?
- Information for the car picking you up
in Phoenix is on there.
I emailed and texted it to you as well.
I got this for you. It's a moonstone.
It's supposed to help with fertility.
- Help Travis till I'm back. - Of course.
Anything else? - You could kill Redmond.
- Travel safe.
- Looks like somebody got a promotion.
- Looks good.
Lining seems perfect.
I think we're good to implant tomorrow as planned.
- Oh, good.
- Is Miles not coming?
- Uh, no.
- So then we'll just be implanting
the one viable embryo.
The odds... - I'm aware.
- I don't need to tell you the statistics.
- Statistics don't apply to me; They never have.
- Hi.
Change of plans.
Water's too rough for sailing.
- Hmm.
You waited till I got here to tell me that?
- I did.
- So what are we gonna do instead?
- Possibilities are endless.
- How 'bout some wine?
- Mm-hmm.
- Take a nice deep breath.
In through the nose.
Out through the mouth.
Good, Joyce.
Just go ahead and do that again
and just kind of relax the pelvis.
- What does your wife do?
- Real estate.
- She's so beautiful.
- All right.
I'm gonna remove the catheter,
so you might feel a little pressure.
Nice deep breath.
- Fuck.
- Congratulations on a successful transfer.
There it is. - Thank you.
- So you need to stay flat for about 45 more minutes.
Just close your eyes and try to relax.
If you have any cramping or bleeding, let me know
as soon as possible.
- Nobody named Lou Simms was every employed here.
- A... are you sure? She listed you as a reference.
- Then she lied.
- What the fucking fuck?
- Look, Alex was your friend.
But the kid was a recovering addict.
Fell off the wagon
into his pool, drowned.
I mean, it's pretty cut and dry to me.
- Okay, but look, this new girl...
There is literally no record of her.
And what 22-year-old isn't on social media?
- Doesn't make her a murderer.
- What she said.
I find it kind of refreshing you asked me.
Town full of YouTube stars
make as much in a month as I make in a frickin' year.
- Try a week.
No offense.
- You work in the movie biz.
Spend your days dreaming up crazy shit.
Sometimes people just fuckin' drown.
- I can get you
any A-list screenwriter you want, Meredith.
- I wrote the book. I wanna write the screenplay.
- Of course.
But as a first-time director, we want to support you
through the process.
- What about Redmond?
- Redmond?
Not dead yet.
- Is he gonna fuck with my budget?
- Absolutely not.
- Hey, let's set a time for you to come in.
Kick things off.
- Well, make sure my little friend's there.
- Copy. Talk soon.
- Gonna get into any trouble this weekend?
- No.
You?
- Always.
So were you born and raised in Colorado Springs, or...?
- Why the sudden interest in me?
- I don't know anything about you.
In fact, no one knows anything about you.
- How much can you really know about anyone?
The cliché "bitter bitch façade"
you and every other twink in Boystown project?
I mean...
Is that the real you?
- I've always wanted to come here.
My mom told me about this place.
She loved old Hollywood movies.
- Is she back in Colorado?
- She is.
- Come on. Let's find a place to sit.
- Gracias.
Where's your little sidekick?
Oh, I'm sorry. The new... the new intern.
New Alex.
New Marty.
I don't trust that girl as far as I can throw her.
- Right, well,
something tells me you don't trust anyone, mate.
- Why don't you ask Meredith about her?
At the story meeting.
- Meredith?
- Bring her a pomegranate açaí throat lozenge.
- Janet Gaynor was such a goddess.
You know, she's buried here.
Next to her second husband, Adrian.
- Didn't know that.
- Mm.
Where is Janet Gaynor's tombstone located
in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery?
- Have you had much interaction with Meredith
on "Wanderlust"?
- A little.
Why?
- Just curious.
You seem to be right in there on everything.
Joyce clearly likes you. It's no small feat.
- Who knows?
She could fire me tomorrow.
Yeah.
Something tells me you'll probably end up being my boss.
- That's not what I want.
- So what do you want?
Oh, shit.
Is everyone from the fucking studio here?
- Marty.
- Hey.
- Hey, how are you? What's up?
- How you doing? You good?
- Yeah. - This is my friend Drea.
- Nice to meet you.
- Hi.
I'm Lou.
- Hi, Lou.
- You two haven't met before?
Well, this is, uh, this is Miles Bresson.
He's Joyce's husband, and, uh, this is Lou Simms.
She works for Joyce.
- Mm.
- Nice to meet you, Miles.
- Nice to meet you.
- You have no brain.
What you think means nothing.
What you feel means nothing.
You are nothing.
Everything you do, you run through me.
Can't take it? Roll on back to Bumfuck, Iowa.
Where have you been? - Blowing Brad Pitt.
- Wesley needs a walk.
- So fucking walk him.
You're glowing, babe.
- I seriously think you're pregnant.
- Stop.
- You feel pregnant?
I don't know.
- Thanks for coming tonight.
I know the doctor said you should still be on bed rest.
- I wouldn't miss your big opening.
- I think Beaudreax's gonna show.
The guys from Blackman Cruz are super stoked.
If I can get these guys on board,
this could be huge for us.
I'm not cheating.
- Stop.
- This is my night. Please don't ruin it.
- You know, I... I love that you say that.
You know, it all comes from a place
of getting really quiet.
That simplification.
I just really wanted...
To get rid of all the noise.
You work for my fucking wife?
What the fuck are you doing here?
- Joyce invited me.
- Mm. - What was I supposed to do?
Say no to my boss? - Did you just text me
a picture of your tits?
Don't flatter yourself. - You need to leave.
Now.
- We hung out for an afternoon.
Don't turn it into something it isn't, Miles.
Hey. Distilled water. Thank you.
- What are you doing here?
- Just wanted to come and support.
- What do you think?
- It's pretty.
- Translation?
- Derivative.
It feels a bit forced.
Did he grow up rich?
Feels like rich kid art.
- Get me a napkin.
Napkin.
Stand behind me.