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Obviously.
But now, I think when you
push that baby out,
it's time you start making your first film.
All right.
She in there?
Yeah, she's in there.
Excellent. Daisy?
- Yeah?
- Please listen.
- Okay.
- When you are a producer,
and you wish to hire one of my clients,
I'm gonna take you to the wall.
No hard feelings.
I am going to take you to the wall.
- Okay, yeah, no.
- Great.
Want to open the door?
Yeah, of course.
You don't have to.
You're f***ing fired.
No, I just... Oh, God.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
I have a meeting.
What the f*** are you doing here?
Same.
How's your face?
Feels worse than it looks.
Looks pretty awful.
Yeah. How's yours?
I almost died.
It's not your fault.
Come in. Welcome.
Have a seat.
Hey.
Apparently, everybody knows
everybody here.
All will be revealed.
Have a seat.
This is some situation we got here.
- I'm really sorry.
- Look, no. It's my responsibility.
- You were right, Jemma.
- No, this is the worst thing I've ever done.
- Would you let me finish...
- I'm so...
It's good.
What's good?
This. This is good.
You think so?
I think what my client is trying to say
is we are making this movie.
You're what's-his-name.
Jack.
Jack what?
- Holden.
- Jack Holden.
- Yeah.
- Jack.
You're a naughty boy, aren't you, Jack?
- Could be.
- Really?
Yeah.
Whoa.
Ten years ago,
that would've been a yes.
I would've been in fourth grade.
Ten years ago.
Yeah.
My daughter's in fourth grade.
Good-bye, bad girl.
Hey.
Hey.
She said you were out here.
Used to smoke a lot of weed out here.
What about now?
Not anymore.
That's good.
It's never gonna go away, is it?
No.
But we're still here.
That's something.
Am I gonna see you again?
No, never.
You know where to find me.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Look, they're not gonna make me
share a f***ing room, are they?
No, I got you a private suite.
It's the best one they got.
It's gonna be just like staying
at a fancy hotel for a couple of months.
Without the minibar.
I don't want to see you anymore.
Professionally.
Subtitled By J.R. Media Services, Inc.
Burbank, CA
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