01x06 - Campamento de verano

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APRIL 5, 2022

OMNI REHABILITATION CLINIC

Wow. He looks great, even like that.
Okay, so?

It's still a rough cut...

But I think once we figure out how
we can fix some of the scene transitions

that are a little funky,

I'm sure we'll have it.

Dude, it's the sixth version.

Well, if we have to do another six,
we will.

I mean, right? It's not, it's not...
it's not that bad, right?

Well, it's your first short film.

The first of many. I mean, I hope.

Of course. No pressure.

This kind of stuff is better
when it happens naturally.

Is it that bad?

Mm, it's just that we're not objective,
because we were involved.

Someone who wasn't involved
should watch it.

And there's a big audience
wanting to watch short films, you know.

Mm-hm. Sure, yeah. True, that's true.

Okay, yeah. Just because not everybody
likes it doesn't mean it's not good.

Exactly.

Hi. This is Julio.
Leave me a message.

Hi.

I don't know what else I can say.

You haven't answered any of my calls,
so, I don't know what's going on.

If this is your way
of disappearing from my life,

to be honest,

I would really appreciate
a text or something.

Either way,
I'd like for you to see this short,

because I've showed it to my friends,

and I'm worried
it might be as bad as I think it is.

And I don't know if I can handle that.

Don't let this get you down, babe.

Oh.How much did you hear?

That you're not sure if you can handle it.

Ugh, what a shitty start to the summer.

Hm.

Julio disappears,

I start sleeping with Fer again...

Are you back together?

No. No way.
Definitely not getting back together.

Hey, listen up.
The landlord called and he told me

that we need to pay rent over the summer,
or we'll lose the apartment.

Seriously? Does anyone else have bad news
they'd like to share?

I mean, this is getting ridiculous.

Well, I went to take out the trash,

and the plastic bag broke,
and the floor's a mess.

I think that's something we can handle.

Uh-huh, yeah, and what about this then?

Two lines.

It means somebody's got knocked up, right?

Can't you keep your nose
out of other people's sh*t, huh?

What're you doing? Are you a paparazzi
going through other people's trash?

Jimena, wait.

Is it...?

The troll's?

Who's not a troll.

Oh, my God. f*ck me.

What's wrong?

It's nothing.

Nothing is wrong, okay?
It's just the heat.

IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN

CHAPTER 6
SUMMER CAMP

Never.

Always.

Never.

Bravo.

- Come on.
- Come on up here.

Thank you, guys.

You do realize
this is your best film?

- Because you're in it?
- You wrote it and directed it like a god.

- That kid was just incredible.
- Just incredible. I knew it.

Thank you. Thank you.

I guess the applause
means that you enjoyed it.

Uh, I'm so thrilled
that we made a great movie.

Thank you for putting up with me.

And welcome, Julio, to the family.

- Was that me up there?
- Yes, that was you up there.

Thank you, Edgar!

- Guys, to the movie.
- To the movie!

At least sixteen
or seventeen nominations...

Oh, don't say that. It brings bad luck.
Mmm.

As long as audiences like it,
that's good enough for me.

Right, sure, sure!

You're such a liar.

I mean it.
I don't want any more awards!

What about you?

Don't you want more awards?

Remember that movie with the director...

Or will this suffice?

I'll be right back..

Well, I don't think so.

Don't get lost, honey.

Babe, you are so gorgeous.
You look amazing.

Are you okay?

Your first time
on the big screen's a big deal.

Well, for me, at least.

Are you upset about that,
or something else?

No, it's not that.

- It's about a girl.
- Oh.

Here's some advice you didn't ask for.

Hey.

Julio, you've got a hell of a road
laid out for you.

You've got to make the most of it.

Without being tied to anyone.

Look.

If I were in your shoes...
and looked like you,

I wouldn't let the girl get away.

Jesus.

You sure can keep going.

Wait, are you an actor?

No.

But your face really looks familiar.

Yeah.

I'm an actor.

I'm an actor.

I have to pass this class.

It's my last one.

Hey, what time did you leave
this morning? I didn't see you.

Let me know if you want me
to go to the gynecologist with you,

or if you need anything else, okay?

Why?

You assumed that the troll
doesn't want to come to the doctor?

No, I just...

I'm sorry.

I'mma... I'm gonna get a coffee.

Okay.

Sebas is coming.

- Sebas.
- Hey, what's up with her?

Good morning.

Before I hand out your grades,

I'd like to congratulate
a couple of students.

I watched their short. And... wow.

I found it absolutely enthralling.

An incredibly low-key
and emotional love story.

So full of life, and yet so full of doubt.

- You've a life of opportunity...
- Did you show him the short?

No.

Could the director of Someplace
please show her face and stand up?

Congratulations.

I believe the film's writer
is in this class too, right?

Come on. Stand up too. Don't be shy.

Keep it up, and everyone's
gonna be talking about you.

A big round of applause.

- Well done.
- My God, Da, amazing!

When did you write the script?

And why didn't you tell us about it?

Actually, Adri and Jimena knew about it.

- You guys knew?
- They did.

It wasn't a secret, was it?

No.

Oh. Okay.

Looks like I'm the only one
who wasn't in the loop.

Is there anything else
that I don't know about?

So, Jimena.

Well...

According to the tests
we ran, and just like your test showed...

you are pregnant.

Um...

Right.

Right.

Um...

And so, what happens next?

I mean, do you give me a pamphlet

and I go someplace
to get the situation fixed?

Or... or what?

Well, before you make any decisions,

I need to tell you that
something else showed up in the tests.

We still need to confirm this.

So, the test shows that
you have a growth in the uterus, and...

and it's highly likely that if you decide
not to go ahead with this pregnancy,

it could be very...

- Hey. How are you?
- Hi.

Good. Thank you for coming.

No problem. I've been waiting 15 minutes.

I was starting to feel like a big dummy.

Fer, why don't you come
live at our apartment?

Are you trying to drive me crazy, Irene?

Uh, no. No, I'm not. No, come on.
It would just be for the summer.

- Hmm.
- Because Jimena will be there on her own.

And at least that way,
if you pay for a room for a few months

you'd really be helping us out.

- It's a good plan, don't you think?
- Uh... It's a shitty plan.

Come on. I won't be there.
We won't even see each other.

And what about Jimena?

- What?
- We'll have to ask her.

Whether or not she's okay with it.

Why would Jimena care?

I promise she won't.

Anyway, she has bigger problems
to worry about.

What's wrong, huh?

Don't tell anyone, please, but...

she's pregnant.

Jimena's pregnant?

Yeah.

And, and, uh... so is she...
so is she going to keep it?

Um, why would she keep it, Fer?

- She's not even 20 years old.
- Right.

Has she told the father of the child yet?

- I don't know.
- Probably not, right?

I mean, Jimena's a strong woman
and she's very independent.

Who gives a f*ck about the daddy, huh?

Well, she's gonna do what she wants to do.

- Hmm.
- I mean...

I don't think so.

Are you okay with that? I'm not.
Fer can't live here. Come on.

I don't get why not.

Jimena, I already told him I won't
be here, and he thinks it's a great idea.

We'll have someone
to cover the rent for the summer.

- It's perfect.
- Hm. No.

Because if we do this, you'll have
that umbilical cord wrapped around that,

that you won't be able to cut.

So, no. Just no.

- What're you talking about?
- Tell her.

There's no way.
I mean, I have nothing to add.

You're doing a great job,
especially with the whole umbilical cord.

- I don't think it's a bad idea.
- That's it then.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, it's just that

you seem to have
some sort of issue with Irene's ex.

So, what is the problem?

Mm-mm.

- So, what happened?
- What happened?

I asked you first. You gonna tell me?

Haven't you told her yet
that her ex knocked you up?

And what makes you think that it's his?

I've had sex with other people.

So, you haven't told Fer either,
I'm gonna assume.

And I'm not going to.

Especially not now.

He and Irene slept together.

What? Are you serious?

But how come I don't know
about these things, dude?

I mean, I...

Wait, Jimena, I...

Come on. Can you tell me what happened?
I don't get it.

Let me help you with your bag. Hey.

So...

The ex got you knocked you up, right?
I'm with you up to there, okay?

But the ex may no longer be the ex,
and may be back with Irene.

So, what does that mean?

Are Julio and Irene finished for good now?

I... How would I know?

Do I live inside Irene's head?

And what about the apartment?

Do you seriously think
the apartment is on the top

of my f*cking priority list right now?

I think you're in love, Jimena.

What a shitshow.

Come here, my little pumpkin.

Son?

Julio...

Wake up, something came for you. Hey.

I think they might be books
or pamphlets or something.

Should I open it?

Wake up, I'm dying of curiosity!

Should I open it?

Ugh. To hell with it.

WOUNDS
EVERY EVIL

"They want you to screen test for both."

"We're producing one, not the other.
So find yourself an agent,

because we're not an agency."

This is im... Julio!

Wake up, son! Dammit.

You're a total star.
I can't f*cking believe it.

One question.

- There's something I don't understand.
- Dad, please.

- You've gotta stop interrupting me.
- I'll shut up.

- I can't concentrate.
- Got it.

Cris is quite the hottie.

I don't get... I'm sorry, but there's
something here that I don't understand.

What part would you play,
'cause all the characters are girls?

Cris.

They're gonna cast you as Cris?
That's a challenge.

It's a guy.

- Cris, like Cristóbal.
- Ahh. Ah, ah, ah,

Okay, now I get it.

But you know that character Cris
was starting to get me excited.

I'm playing Cris.

Well, we better not tell your mom.

She would need to go to therapy
for two years.

Cool. Finished that one. Good stuff.

How about this one?

Hmm.

You'll do it, right?

I don't know.

It's a pretty significant step for me.

If I do it, I have to drop out of college.

You don't have to ask
my permission to drop out of school.

I saw it coming.

I think I've already dropped out..

I'm gonna fail my exams.

Oooooh.

Does your mom know all this?

I don't care!

He's our son, Pablo!

He's our responsibility!

- But you wouldn't know...
- Mom.

- Enough, I get it.
- Mom.

My, my friend is here.

- Oh, hi. How are you?
- Hello.

How's it going?

- You think it's a good idea to drop out?
- Come on. Don't answer.

They offer him one movie,
and he drops out of college.

It'd be worse if he dropped out
with no prospects,

- and he's got two prospects.
- Two?

Two movies?
You've been offered two movies?

- I'll tell you later. Wait outside.
- Julio!

Please, Da.

He needs to grounded, structured...

- Julio, you're getting two movies?
- Wait, please.

- Better to say, "Do this, don't do that."
- Yeah, sure!

Because he did so well
with all your "structure."

- He's alive, isn't he?
- Mom, did you really just say that?

Why don't you tell your father

how you felt when you saw
that movie you made with Romano?

I don't need to tell anyone anything.
Those are my private thoughts!

- Fine.
- Hey.

You worry too much. You're overprotective.

- Me?
- Yes.

Because of your own fears.

How do you even have any clients?

Fine then.

You want to be an actor?

Be an actor.

But maybe, one day, my consulting room
will no longer be open to you.

All right.
That didn't go too badly, did it?

You've been offered two roles?

You can put that here, yeah.

Um... Can we talk? Just for a minute.

Or less. Thirty seconds.

Um...

So, are you actually pregnant?

What?

- No! No, no, no, no. I'm not pregnant.
- No?

I mean, I was.
But I'm not pregnant anymore.

So, you don't have to worry...

I can worry
about whatever I want to, okay?

About you, if I want to.

Why? Why did you keep this from me?

Because this is my body.

This is my life, and this my choice.

If I'm there for the sex,
I should be there for the rest.

Are you serious, Fernando?
I think you misunderstood me

when I told you the baby wasn't yours.

Whatever you say.

How can you be so arrogant?

Do you actually believe you're the
only guy I've ever slept with in my life?

So, you can make up some sh*t,

tell Irene you're not
moving into the apartment.

Because that's not gonna work for me.

And you owe me three euros for the beer.

Uh...

- Hey. Um...
- Hi.

Another bottle coming up.

Um...

Not gonna happen.
This rug is gross.

- All right, then.
- Seriously, I'll wash it, okay?

- Mm-hm.
- Hey.

What are you reading?

One of those scripts of yours
that you don't show me?

Oh, uh, uh, so, it's a couple of scripts.

'Cause Julio wants my opinion,
'cause he's been offered two movies.

- Julio?
- Yeah.

What's going on?

Our friend here
is reading scripts for two movies

that've already been offered to Julio.

Hm. You saw him?

I did.

Hm. Okay.

Is there anything else
you're gonna tell me,

because I seriously
don't understand what's happening.

Clearly, I have no idea what's going on,
and it freaks me out.

What's up with you?

- I mean, honestly...
- Me? Me, Da?

Let me be honest with you,

I get that you're frustrated
about your short,

and about your relationship with Julio.

But it just really annoys me that you
think the universe revolves around you,

and the rest of us
have to explain ourselves.

Well, we don't. 'Cause sh*t happens
to the rest of us too.

You're not the only star
in this apartment.

Don't walk off when I'm talking to you!

What am I supposed to say?

- Enough.
- Huh. You're impossible to talk to.

Well, babe. Sorry!

I don't know...

- Are you happy now?
- Jimena, please, just go. Yeah, just go.

- Want the door closed?
- Yes, please.

Mm.

Are you okay?

Of course, Da couldn't help himself.

He rewrote three whole scenes
in the margins.

- And honestly, they're better.
- Yeah?

Mm-hm.

No.

Irene, I know that you want to.

f*ck.

I should be asleep,
not here reading, uh, scripts for Julio.

It's too much. I want to forget about him.

This is f*cked up.

It's f*cked up,
because I still don't get it.

You know, I don't get
why he just disappeared like that.

Because if I at least knew why, but...

I should accept we're done.

I'm leaving for the summer,
and I'm gonna forget about him.

He and I are over for good, and, so...
that's it.

Hey, why don't you
tell me about the troll?

Sorry, I know that's not his real name,
but I don't know what else to call him.

It doesn't even matter who he is.
There's no point now.

Oh, Jime.

I should be
booking an appointment at a clinic.

The longer you wait, the harder it'll be.

Mm, yeah.

Or are you having second thoughts?

Julio!

What are you doing here?

Nothing. I mean...

I don't even know. I don't know.

Your dad called me
and I was upset, because...

of how we ended
the conversation yesterday,

and so, one thing led to another, and...

You can't sleep either?

Got a lot on your mind, I would guess?

No.

What if this isn't the right path for me?

How do I know if I'm making a mistake?

How could you do this?

- What's going on?
- More drama.

- We're not handling it well.
- Da, did you know?

- It's not yours!
- It's mine!

I signed on as co-producer and I put in
a month and a half worth of my pay checks.

The short is as much mine as it is yours!

It's not! Don't you get
that it doesn't give you the right

to submit my short to festivals
without my permission?

- I'm gonna k*ll her!
- I can't believe

you're telling me about this
an hour before I leave.

Now I'm distracted and freaking out.

Seriously, I don't get it.
I don't know how you could do this to me.

Maybe you have
a guilty conscience or something?

- About what?
- Exactly, guilty conscience about what?

f*ck, Irene. I sent it out because
I believe in the short film and in you!

You said the short needs to
find an audience, right?

There you go. What better way?

But we haven't finished it!
It's not ready. I need to fix the sound.

You say the film
still needs a bunch of stuff.

Wanna know what I hear? You're afraid.

- Shut up.
- You're scared for people to see it.

You're worried it's as bad
as you think it is! Tell me I'm wrong.

Irene, all I'm doing
is giving you a little push!

All right, sure. A push?

How about I push you down the stairs
to save you having to go to the clinic?

How f*cking dare you?

I'm sorry.

How could you say that?

Jimena!

Jimena, open up!

- Please, open the door!
- Didn't she already go to the clinic?

- Go away. Give them some space. Get out.
- Jimena, I'm sorry.

Open the door.

Please, I didn't...

I don't wanna leave things like this.

We won't see each other the whole summer.
I don't wanna leave on this note.

Let me in.

Hey.

- Let us help you.
- It's fine. I can do it.

- It can handle it. I got it.
- Let me.

No, don't... worry.
So, tell, uh, Jimena I'm sorry, okay?

- Right. I'll tell her.
- Maybe... Okay.

My best friend "Marta"
stole my boyfriend from me.

And I saw them kissing. Kissing by a tree.

- And she's stupid.
- She's a liar.

Your boyfriend kissed me.
And you're the stupid one.

No one's stupid, because you're
the best friends in the whole wide world.

And best friends don't fight, not ever.

And if they fight, they say sorry.

It's not like that now.

But, well, if you don't say sorry now,

then the problem will get bigger,

and then one of you will tell the other
you're going to give her a push,

and the other one will say
she's gonna push even harder...

And it sticks, and it becomes deep-seated.

What does that mean?

Uh, um...

It's when a pimple won't stop producing
pus and more pus.

And when white stuff
and liquid just keeps coming out.

Yuck! Gross!

Hi, this is Jimena. If I'm not answering
it's because I can't right now,

so leave a message.

Jimena, this place is awful.

And without you, it's even worse.

Can you call me, please?
You can say anything.

You can cuss me out if you want.

Say something.

Seriously?

Do you have to walk around like that?

I really don't wanna leave Madrid

and miss all this here.

Sorry.

WOUNDS
VERSION CORRECTED BY DA

You've gotta have some ba*ls
to rewrite someone else's script.

First of all, I don't understand
how your friend... He's your friend, right?

- Yes.
- Yes.

...allows you to read a script
that's for his eyes only.

And secondly, how could you think that

what you've scribbled in the margins
is better than what's already there?

Right. I did it to...
to see if the script had any potential.

Potential?

Seriously? Jesus, this is what
amateur screenwriters are like?

- But I'm not a screenwriter.
- No, you are. Aren't you?

That's what you are. Don't try to tell me...

And so what is it that you think
I'm supposed to do?

When I like what you wrote
more than I like the original?

We're kicking off a new series.

We pay really badly,
and you'd start at the bottom.

- What do you say?
- When do I start?

Whenever it is, tell me.
And I'll be here the whole summer

You can start next week.

Oh, my goodness.

WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU
YOUR SHORT HAS NOT BEEN SELECTED

Hell of a night
they put me through!

Huh?

Marta and Serena were having a nightmare
about a giant pimple oozing with pus...

I mean, I don't know where
they come up with these ideas.

Yeah, that's weird.

Here, I'll leave this with you.

Thanks for bringing me this.

What... what is that?

- Look, there she is!
- Irene!

- Irene!
- Irene. Hi!

Hi, sweetie!

- Irene!
- Honey, surprise!

I'm happy to see you, you're so skinny!

- Look what we brought you.
- Look.

- Tupperware.
- Tupperware?

How are you? Did you check out the Lan?
Like it?

- Yeah.
- Antonio loaned it to us.

He had it rusting in his garage,
and I remembered,

so I said to your mother,

"Let's ask to borrow it
and we can visit Irene for a few days?"

But don't worry, we're not gonna be
helicopter parents or anything like that.

We'll be happy if you join us for lunch
or dinner some day. And that's it.

We barely get to see you at all
during the semester, so...

We're also not gonna see you during
your breaks? Come on, seriously?

Come on, give us a hug.

It's so good to see you.

Hello.

Hi.

You're f*cking unbelievable.

Why?

What are you doing?

Do you think you're the only one who
gets to walk around the house half-naked?

Huh?

Looks like there's nothing on TV?

Taking our clothes off
was a terrible idea.

Quiet, Jimena, please.

I can't feel a thing wearing two condoms.

Are you sure you went to the clinic?

Shut up.

Sweetheart!

- Mom.
- Isn't this the same Romano who signed

your friend for the movie
Never, Always, Not Ever?

Yeah.

They're going to the Venice Film Festival.
Huh?

That's great, isn't it?

Uh...

That's great? It's...

Da's a screenwriter on a new series,
Julio's going to Venice,

and I'm stuck here,
surrounded by snotty-nosed kids all day!

Unbelievable.

- You're dead.
- No, this isn't a good time!

You can't talk. You're dead.

She's way too talented to be stuck here.

Have you watched her short film?

To Venice! Ha ha!

Hey, Julio, you're going to love it.
I mean, it's no Cannes,

but still, it's a major festival,
and I think we stand a chance.

Cheers to us!

4 MISSED CALLS

1 NEW NUMBER

MISSED CALL 1: IRENE

Irene, sweetheart!

Unbelievable.

- Irene!
- What do you want?

Your dad and I
are taking the kids to the river.

So you can work without distraction.

- Perfect. See you later.
- Okay?

Look at this. Julio's in Cinco Minutos.

Huh? Look.

Come on.

You think this is okay?
Why are you showing me this?

I think it's incredible that we know
someone who's in a celebrity magazine.

Your dad is beside himself.
Okay, we're off.

- Bye.
- Before we miss the sun.

- Let's go!
- Come on, kids!

Let's all form a little train!

Hi.

WHEN WE MET

JIMENA CALLING

Jimena?

Hey. How are you?

When will you be back in Madrid?

Um...

Not until when?

Does that camp run
for all of eternity, or what?

Jesus.

We'll be waiting for you at home
if you survive those monsters.

All right, darling. First, let's run over
everything that's gonna happen.

The flight will take off
at six in the morning.

By 9 a.m., we'll have landed in Venice.

We have a press conference
in half an hour, okay?

Can you take that in
a little bit right here, please?

Right after that, you'll have
interviews with all the media outlets,

national ones and international ones.

El Mundo, Variety,
El País, Hollywood Reporter...

Le Monde, Le Figaro, La Nacional, and
some other various magazines and journals.

Julio?

- Done?
- Not yet.

- It'd be faster if you'd sit still.
- I gotta go.

You really don't have to do this.

It's a small little detail but you'll look
much more put-together like this.

- Seriously?
- No?

Mom, I look like I'm three years old.

Trust me, you look great.
You have to get glammed-up for premieres.

Ah, well, I know that's true.
And I need an outfit.

What are you doing here?

- Your friend! Huh?
- I'm Jimena. And you're Trini, right?

Oh, my God. I missed you.
Let's never fight again.

Me too.

Excuse me.

WHEN WE MET

Put the DVD in when I say. Okay?

Is that good?

Yeah.

Yeah?

All right, kiddos,
could I have your attention?

Before we watch the movie,
we're going to play something

that was filmed earlier this year

by your favorite camp counselor, Irene.

And let's all congratulate her,
because it's her first short film.

- No, no...
- Ma'am, what's a short film?

- Dad, no!
- Yes, honey, it'll make your mom happy.

And me too.
Jimena, can you help me out over here.

Hello!
Is this where the short's playing?

Wha... What are you doing here?

Dude, we obviously weren't about to miss
the grand premiere, right?

- Your mother told us about it.
- I'm going to k*ll her.

- Come on!
- Mom, I'm going to k*ll you!

- Hello! I'm the Wicked Witch of the W...
- Ssh.

- Sorry, kids.
- Ssh.

No, no, no. I don't wanna watch.

Oh, why?

What I liked most about her
was the way she looked at me...

Tell me something.

Distract me. Whatever. I can't watch this.

- Someone with her talent saw that...
- Oh, please!

Talk to me about something.

- About anything?
- Anything, yes.

That's what got me hooked.

Anything.

Um...

It wasn't a troll who got me pregnant.

It was Fer.

- A cappuccino, please.
- Which Fer?

Sorry, I was...

- My Fer?
- He wasn't your Fer.

He wasn't your Fer, because you
weren't together when it happened.

You slept with my ex boyfriend?

I haven't had an ab*rtion yet

Why's that?

Because when I went to the clinic,

they told me there's a growth
that formed on my uterus.

I'm not going to die,
but I think if I don't have this baby now,

I'll never... get another chance.

At least, the chances are one in 10,000...

that I won't be able to have a baby again.

Wait, I can't right now.

You're thinking of keeping it?

I don't know.

...something we'll remember
for the rest of our lives?

Nothing too crazy...

Are you really mad at me?

Well... Uh...

Because there's something else
I need to tell you.

I told Julio you had sex with Fer, and
that's why he's not talking talk to you.

...and that over the years...

I can't be...

Irene!

Where's she going?

- What a f*cking mess.
- What happened?

Irene!

- Irene, f*ck. I'm really sorry!
- Hm.

I told Julio, because I was really hurt.

You were, you were hurt?
I'm the one who's hurt.

Irene, we don't choose
who you fall in love with.

And this broad fell in love with Fer...

- No way. What are you talking about?
- You did.

How could I fall in love with Fer?

When... when all he does is say stupid sh*t.

And he walks around the house half naked.

And he can't park his car!

Hm.

And every time he comes to the bar
I have to give him free beers.

But I'm having his baby,
and I think I wanna keep it.

And I'm gonna need a ton of help,
you know.

You silly gooses.

I mean, Jesus...

There I was worried about my short,
which is sh*t.

The better story's happening right here.

- Do you hear that?
- Yeah.

Maybe it's not total sh*t after all.

Maybe it just
needed to find its true audience.

A bunch of kids?

Well, I mean, they're clapping.
And kids never lie.

I'm just so proud of you two guys.

- I really liked it a lot.
- Uh, really, you liked it?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

- She's my friend, you know?
- Thank you.

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Wonderful, sweetheart.

It doesn't matter how many times
I watch it, I still don't get it.

Whose house is this?

Got anything to lift my mood?

You're that actor
who's f*cking that model?

Lucky b*stard.

APRIL 7, 2022

What are you doing here?

I don't know, tell me what I'm doing here.

I don't know.
I wasn't the one that called you.

No. You casually
signed yourself into a clinic

down the street from my home.

It's not my fault that the therapists here
are the best in the country.

You can go f*ck yourself.

Get over it. I mean, I'm getting married.

And it's not to you.
Can you get that into your thick skull?

Are you telling that to me or to yourself?

You can go to hell.

You can go to hell first, as*h*le.

You can go to hell.