01x02 - Chapter Two

[bunniefuu]

[eerie music]

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[eerie music building]

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[dramatic music]

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- Who's the girl?

- Lou Simms.

She's actually kinda decent.

[clears throat]

[sniffs]

- Sick?

- No.

- I can't get f*cking sick

right now.

Get out.

[somber music]

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- Are you blowing me off, sis?

You didn't respond to my text.

- I didn't get one, brother.

- Bullshit.

You got a dress

that doesn't make you look

like an extra from "Westworld"?

- You wanna get me started

on your tinted

facial moisturizer?

- Hey, I have never used

tinted moisturizer, thank you.

- Own it.

- Premiere this Thursday,

if you can find

something to wear.

- That goes

with your face bronzer?

- Check your texts

and find a new dress.

- [coughs]

- Go home, please.

- I'm fine.

- You're not fine.

You've been on antibiotics,

like, ten times

in the last three months.

- Try 11.

[phone rings]

- Joyce Holt's office.

- Travis, it's me,

Meredith's assistant.

- Seriously, b*tch?

You finally decide

to call me back?

- Have you heard the news?

- What?

- Meredith has decided

to give Joyce the books.

[pensive music]

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- I wanna f*ck tonight.

I don't think you heard me.

I wanna put my d*ck inside you

and f*ck you

till you can't walk.

- [laughs]

- You think that's funny?

- It's cute.

- I wasn't going for cute.

- I'd rather you give me

a foot rub.

Tomorrow, when I'm ovulating.

[knock at door]

- Knock, knock! Avon calling!

- You better cover up.

You're gonna give the kid

a heart attack.

Come in.

- Hi.

So I have good news.

Meredith is backing out

of the Universal deal

and going with us.

We got the books.

- How?

- I found a way.

[ominous electronic music]

- It's a dark day

when my 24-year-old assistant

is more successful than

my overpaid VP of production.

We got Meredith's books.

Correction.

We didn't get them.

Travis did.

It's so funny

how a British accent

can be misleading.

Makes one seem smart

when in reality,

they're a f*cking idiot.

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- Double almond milk matcha.

- We won't be needing

you here anymore.

- You're firing me?

- Mm-hmm.

- Did Marty say

you could let me go?

- Marty doesn't manage interns.

I do.

- Joyce

- Could give two f*ck

about you.

Take your braids

and your weird little outfits

and go back to Colorado Springs.

You're no longer needed.

- [breathing heavily]

- It's just so much

f*cking pressure every time.

- I know.

Just do what you gotta do.

- I feel like an as*h*le

every time I do that.

I don't wanna do

- Just do it.

- No.

- I gotta be

on a conference call

in 15 minutes.

- No, I'm not doing that.

No.

- Sweetheart,

no is not an option.

- [sighs]

Every time.

- Oh, my God.

[moaning]

Oh, my God.

[moaning]

Oh, my God!

[moaning]

- Yeah. Yeah.

You like my f*cking c*ck?

- Yeah.

- You like my f*cking c*ck?

I'm f*cking fine?

- Yeah.

- [gasping]

- You did it.

[cell phone ringing]

Oh, sh*t.

Hello.

- Meredith Lockhart calling.

- Okay, put her through.

- Hey, Meredith,

you're on with Joyce.

- Hey.

- I gotta hand it to you.

You're more punk rock

than I thought.

- [chuckles] What can I say?

I have

very tenacious assistants.

I've trained them well.

- I'll say.

The new one's a beast.

- Oh, Travis?

Nah, he isn't new.

He's been with me for a while.

- No, I'm talking

about the girl.

I mean, most studios, they send

over an obligatory gift basket.

But the smoking hot 22-year-old?

Ha!

That's a pretty audacious move

even for you.

The whole pale skin,

braided art chick specificity.

Oh, that was brilliant.

It was like a character

out of one of my books.

[ominous music]

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- Where's the girl?

- The intern?

She's gone.

She got a job

at some production company.

Quit yesterday.

- Get her back in her desk

by tomorrow,

or you're dead to me.

About f*cking time.

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[knock at door]

- Hi.

I came to apologize

for how things went down.

Look, I have jealousy issues.

Okay?

f*ck up all my relationships.

So I want you to come back.

- You want me to come back?

Or Joyce wants me to come back?

- We want you to come back.

- Let me think about it.

- Not an option.

Please.

- What's in it for me?

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- I came as soon as I heard.

- Thank you.

[laughs]

Funny thing, life.

First time I met you,

you were

poor white gutter trash.

[laughs]

Joyce Mueller Holt.

From Gelsenkirchen.

[laughs]

Now look at you.

I have one last favor

to ask you

before we close the paperwork.

[chuckles]

[tense music]

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Come on,

don't deny a dirty old man

his dying wish.

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I can always change my mind,

you know.

How much are the keys

to the kingdom

really worth to you?

Come on.

For old time's sake.

Touch her.

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Not there.

You know where.

[tense music building]

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Oh, God.

Give me your hand.

Thank you.

Ambrosia.

[laughs]

You live,

and then you die.

But I'm not gonna die.

I'm in remission.

[dark music]

And you've been a naughty girl.

I know all about your plan

to fund

your big dreams of expansion.

You're gonna sell off

49% of Fountain

to private equity investors.

You overplayed your hand,

little lady.

I've sent your ch*nk investors

hightailing it back

to Bei-f*cking-jing.

The only question now is,

what do I do with you?

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Clearly, I should fire you.

But I think

I think

I'll just shorten your leash.

Watch you strain

against your master.

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Here.

Disinfect your finger.

You never know

what's been in my mouth.

- Power is a dangerous,

delicate creature.

Intoxicating,

and fickle.

[dark music]

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Thank you.

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- I see you found a new dress.

This place belonged to Hearst.

Supposedly, Jackie O and JFK

spent their honeymoon

night here.

- Head just blew off.

- Stick with me, kid.

I don't f*ck around.

Champagne?

- Twist my arm.

[low rock music]

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Vodka soda, please.

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- Sorry.

Such a filthy habit.

You know, I've been trying

to quit since I was a teenager.

- We all have something.

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- I know you. You sail.

- I barely drive.

- No. No.

I have a sailboat down

at the Marina.

You came with us on one of our

Saturday evening booze cruises.

- Not me.

- Did you work on the movie?

- No. I just moved here.

- How do you like it so far?

- People are pretty hard-core.

- That's why I like sailing.

It's the epitome of soft-core.

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Text me

if you want an old guy

to take you sailing.

- You're not so old.

- She says, making the old guy

feel that much older.

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- Looks serious.

- Isn't it always with her?

- Why are you sitting in here?

- Why are you not?

How'd you score

VIP access, Colorado?

- I'm not sure I did.

- [coughs]

- Can I help with anything?

- No, I'm good.

All-nighter

damage control on deck.

The movie's tracking awful.

Redmond is losing his sh*t.

[coughs]

- Here.

You need it more than me.

- I can't.

I'm sober. Remember?

- I'm sorry.

I totally forgot.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, feel better.

[disquieting music]

♪

[polka music playing on speakers]

- I need a moment of joy.

Chili cheese fries might be it.

- Hey, you could be running

any studio in town.

f*ck Redmond.

f*ck him.

- I've been building this thing

for over a decade.

I'm not quitting.

I just need to wait it out.

- And it's gonna happen.

- Doctor said we're down

to one good embryo.

If all goes well,

we implant on the 23rd.

- Okay.

- Can we get two

chili cheese fries?

- Hey, if it's our last shot,

don't you think we should wait?

I mean, you're

so stressed out right now

- I'm not stressed. I'm fine.

- Hey.

We can adopt if it doesn't work.

- It will.

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It will.

[phone buzzes]

- Her timing is impeccable.

- [laughs]

- [sighs]

- What's she like?

- She's complicated.

- Is she as impenetrable

as she seems?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I should have quit years ago.

- Why do you stay?

- My therapist says

I like the abuse.

- I just wanna do something

beyond dog walking

and lunch orders.

- I think I can help with that.

- You've done enough already.

- What do I get out of this

if I did help you?

[soft music playing over speakers]

[chuckles]

You know we can't.

- We're brother and sister.

That would just be weird.

- We're not even allowed

to hug co-workers anymore,

let alone

- I'm really good

at keeping secrets.

Pinky promise.

- All right. Okay.

Pinky promise.

[gentle music]

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- You got your f*cking candle.

- You just lost me

a f*ck-ton of money,

little lady.

You better figure out

how you're gonna make it back.

- Die already,

you disgusting piece of sh*t.

[sighs]

Alex! Hand cream!

- He's not answering his cell.

- How'd you find this?

- I have my ways.

- Find him. Get him in here.

Now.

[ominous music]

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- Alex?

[cat mews]

Hi, pretty girl.

[cat meows]

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