01x05 - Chapter Five

[bunniefuu]

[knock at door]

- Cookies and cream?

- Hell, yes.

[coughs]

[ominous music]

♪

- [purring]

♪

- When was your birthday?

- This June.

Sometime in June.

- Sometime in June?

- [laughs] Yeah.

We don't know each other

that well yet.

- You're absolutely a Gemini,

I think.

- That's that is correct.

- I, uh

Mmm.

♪

Thank you.

- I mean, it's the least

I could do.

- Right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- You're earning your stripes.

- You crushed that.

- Mm, mm-hmm.

Almost done.

[both chuckle]

Mm.

Your teeth are your teeth

sensitive to cold?

- Sometimes.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, it depends.

♪

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

♪

I feel weird, really weird.

- Probably just dehydrated

from the antibiotics.

♪

You're okay.

Oh, oh.

[echoing] Hello?

You're good.

- No.

- What's wrong?

♪

- I think you're really,

really pretty.

♪

- Ditto.

♪

- [gasps] Grab my hand.

Grab my hand!

♪

- [grumbling]

- What are you looking at?

[intense music]

♪

[upbeat music playing]

♪

- Damn.

She's cute as sh*t, man.

She's single?

- You don't want her.

- What is this,

like a life right situation?

- Sure.

- Meaning?

- Meaning Joyce just wants

to know everything there is

to know about this girl.

♪

- Tallulah Simms.

How much you want to bet

that ain't her real name?

[soft music]

♪

- What do you mean stand in?

That girl is a woman.

Hey, hey!

[mousetrap clacks]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Why's your hand

all sweaty, Mama?

- Shh, this is the best part.

[man speaking indistinctly on screen]

[soft music]

♪

[knock at door]

- Come in.

[door opens]

♪

- I don't know

if this is appropriate.

♪

I know you've been

exploring egg donors.

♪

It might be an easier decision

if you knew the person.

♪

Sorry, that was

that was weird.

I shouldn't have said anything.

♪

I just know how much

you've been through.

♪

I would do that for you.

♪

- I'm not really sure

what I want to do.

Chef maybe

or high-end tattoo artist.

- My favorite food was In-N-Out,

but I don't eat meat anymore

I'm trying not to.

I ate it,

like, three months ago,

but I'm really trying

not to do it anymore.

I also like

"The Catcher in the Rye."

- I like to collect things

Shells

um, bracelets.

♪

- You can't have a f*cking kid.

♪

- Lou

I've been thinking

about your offer.

[heartbeat thumping]

[dark music]

♪

- Predictions are we'll have

the number-one movie

this week, putting us on track

to make this our best year

in over a decade.

- And that's not

including "Chronicles,"

which is testing

through the roof.

- Ideally, we'd like

to start reshoots

on the 21st in order to make

- Pages?

- Good, not great.

I have a set of notes.

I just need you to sign off.

- I trust you.

Just send them.

That's all for now.

[door closes]

[telephones ringing, indistinct chatter]

- That was impressive.

- I miss you.

We should grab drinks.

- How is she anticipating

getting Redmond

to sign off on those reshoots?

- We'll find a way.

♪

- In what f*cking universe

would I approve

5 million for reshoots?

- We have a chance

to have critical

and commercial success.

- I could give two flying f*ck

for the critics.

- Redmond.

- Not too short.

You always cut them

too bloody short.

- Redmond.

- f*ck!

Get it right the first time!

That's what I pay you for.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Not you, dear.

No, sorry.

Her.

♪

Pretty funny seeing a woman

her age pregnant, huh?

[chuckles]

♪

You're huge for three months.

How much weight'd you put on?

♪

[crash]

- f*ck!

♪

I'm sorry.

Just leave it.

♪

- You need to relax.

- [sighs]

- The baby.

- Tell Meredith reshoots

aren't happening.

- I can do that.

I could also k*ll him.

- [chuckles]

- Fall down a flight of stairs,

drive off the road.

- It's too easy.

He needs a

a violent end.

- Dismembered and fed

down a garbage disposal?

- [chuckles] You're a sick girl.

You should be working

for Blumhouse.

- I like where I am.

You just need to relax.

♪

You have a little bit

of me inside you.

♪

- I need a reservation for

tonight at Republique for two.

- I thought you weren't

doing dinners anymore.

- It's my 16th wedding

anniversary, Lou.

My personal life is not

for you to judge

or for me to justify.

- Of course.

[mellow electronic music]

♪

- You blinked.

- [chuckles] Sorry.

- [chuckles]

♪

Oh, my God, you keep blinking.

- Sorry.

♪

- Just don't blink.

[both chuckle]

- [giggles]

- Please, don't move.

♪

- Let's take a break.

- I'm almost done.

♪

- Joyce should've been

the one to call me.

- She's running

a billion-dollar corporation.

- Mm.

- Not to mention

she's pregnant.

She's just a little busy.

- [chuckles]

Says the intern

from Colorado Springs.

She send you here

to do something else?

Is there a room booked?

- Excuse me?

- Just because you stuck a

throat lozenge up your p*ssy

- Careful.

- Or what?

- You made an amazing film.

I'd hate

for your unsavory past

- You came on to me.

- I was a 22-year-old intern

making minimum wage.

You're a world-renowned author

who just made

a $150 million film.

[dramatic music]

I just want to take care

of this for Joyce,

have you deliver the hit

I know you're capable

of delivering.

Sound like a plan?

- You need to get Joyce

and her little b*tch in check.

The Amish art chick intern

is now overseeing

my f*cking movie?

- She's not overseeing

the movie, Meredith I am.

- You weren't the one going

down on me in the bathroom

to get Joyce my f*cking book.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh

Joyce never told you?

What a f*cking sh*t show!

[indistinct chatter]

[person rapping in Spanish]

♪

- Jesus.

I thought you forgot about me.

- sh*t takes time, bro.

♪

But I struck gold.

♪

- April Mace?

[ominous music]

♪

- April?

- Little help!

- You can't hide

inside yourself forever.

[knocking on window]

♪

- Full-blown breakdown.

And then she shows up

in Hollywood,

the Island of Misfit Toys.

She blends in perfect with

all the other damaged goods.

And poor Southern April Mace

reinvents herself.

Removes all traces of her

old f*cked-up identity

Tallulah "Lou" Simms,

and she ditches the accent.

She gets an internship here

to target Joyce, her new mommy.

- I think you may have read

"Hollywood Babylon"

too many times, mate.

- Fair enough.

But the real problem,

Marty, is this.

I found Alex's phone.

Nick hacked it.

Guess where April was

the night Alex drowned.

- She was with me.

- Not at 1:42 a.m.

♪

She also bought drugs

the day before,

the same sh*t they found

in Alex's body.

♪

Should I keep going?

♪

I've already shared all this

with the cops, so

- You called the f*cking police?

- I kind of did.

♪

- That feel good?

- I'll give you 100 bucks

for ten more minutes.

- Wow, 100 bucks.

You think I'm that cheap?

- [laughs]

- You give me 125,

and I'll do it.

- What?

- [chuckles]

- Awful.

- Why are you so happy?

- [chuckles] I don't know.

Bizarre, right?

Second trimester hormones maybe?

- You know, maybe it's because

you finally have it all.

- Hmm?

- You got the job.

You got the baby.

And you got

the super-f*cking-hot husband.

[cell phone vibrating]

- [chuckles] Super f*cking hot.

Ugh.

- Don't, don't.

Come on.

- Keep rubbing.

I'll drop down to 75.

Better be important.

- You sitting down?

- Excuse me, ma'am.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

Sorry to bother you.

Detective Witter from the LAPD.

We need to speak to Lou Simms,

also goes

by the name April Mace.

- Uh, April Mace?

- Have you seen this woman?

- Uh, yes.

She lives here.

What unit?

[ominous music]

- I've changed all your

passcodes and contact info.

Her keycard's been deactivated.

Everyone's on alert.

- She's just a kid.

There's no way.

- We need to distance ourselves

from this, from her.

[knock at door]

- It's not possible.

- Joyce, she's a m*rder suspect.

She m*rder*d Alex

premeditation.

Evidence is concrete.

[banging on door]

- Miss Mace?

It's Detective Witter

from the LAPD.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- The cops are gonna want

to sit down and speak with us.

This whole thing is gonna

f*cking blow up.

- No, it's not.

She's just a nobody who maybe

k*lled another nobody.

Keep your head in the game.

♪

- Did you ever meet the girl

that worked for me Lou Simms?

♪

Wanted for m*rder

♪

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

♪

[creepy music]

♪

[helicopter blades whirring overhead]

♪

- Do you have any comment

on Lou Simms

being implicated in the death

of your old assistant

Alex Butler?

♪

- She was an intern.

Fountain employs hundreds.

I didn't know her well.

♪

I didn't know her.

I didn't know her.

- [inhales deeply, exhales shakily]

♪

- [screaming]