That's Not Me Page #5
market you as twins.
Like the Olsens.
I don't wanna be just
one-half of something.
Well, I'm sorry, dear, I'm
not sure you're even that.
(somber music)
But keep in touch.
Hey Ariel, it's me.
Wanna go to Frankston?
(indiscernable chatting)
(upbeat electro
rock music)
I didn't know you
were seeing someone.
Dude, she's my agent.
Oh yeah, that's right.
I'm not even gay.
I know, I knew that.
What the f*** does
Trish know, anyway?
The most she ever did was
model for Target catalogues.
Yeah, f*** Trish.
You think I'm
talented, don't you?
Um, I don't think I've actually
ever seen you in anything.
Yeah you have, surely.
Well what was the
last thing you did?
I did The Crucible last year,
in that condemned warehouse.
Ah, I was in
New Zealand.
I did a couple of student
films the year before.
How would I
have seen them?
Oh, what about my one-woman
show of 12 Angry Men?
It was at Fringe in 2011?
I was nominated
for best newcomer.
Dude, we didn't even know
each other back then.
Is that all
you've done?
(snapping)
Hey.
Next please.
What film are you seeing?
The girl with the
tatface, obviously.
There's more than one
film screening, sir.
Hey, aren't you that
chick from Summer Street
a cinema to stay grounded.
[Woman] Really?
No.
There's no sound
in cinema three.
Okay, I'll let
projection know.
You can go back to the
cinema, it'll be fixed
in just one moment.
Aspect ratio's
wrong too.
Okay.
Um, what the f***?
Show me that.
No, hey don't
f***in' touch me.
Is everything
okay here?
She's trying to
steal my phone.
What?
[Rude Woman] She's
a total psycho.
Polly, what's going on?
This guy's
being a c*nt.
There's no sound
in cinema three.
[Guy] Aspect ratio.
And the aspect ratio's
apparently wrong.
Thanks Pete.
I'll take over.
Thank you.
So, um, two
tickets, was it?
Tatface.
Tatface, yes.
I'm sorry, Pol.
You can't speak to
customers like that,
I've got no choice.
It was an invasion
of my privacy.
What am I
supposed to do?
You didn't have
to give them comps.
Can't you just
give me a warning?
Look, there's no way
that c*nt isn't gonna go
and complain to
head office.
If I don't fire you now,
it's my ass on the line too.
I'm sorry.
Take a Choc-top.
Are you
f***ing serious?
Like that's gonna
make things better.
I don't know, it might.
(scoffs)
Alright, take three.
See ya, Pol.
Doesn't it freak you out
when you look at the moon?
I mean, to think of it
as something spherical,
it's there, you know, it's
actually there, it's not
something that's
on a 2-D sky.
Apparently, it's
more lemon-shaped.
You know what I mean.
I don't even have
a f***ing job now.
Better than working
at Baker's Delight.
Hey, I live off
that free bread.
Yeah, and it does
make for good kindling.
I should just
go, to LA.
I should just
f***ing do it.
Totally, I'll
come with you.
[Polly] Really?
No, but you
should totally go.
Well, maybe I will.
Yeah, f*** it.
Yeah, I'm gonna do it.
Aw, but I'll miss you guys,
and I don't wanna leave
you in the lurch
with the house.
Babe, no, f*** it,
Okay, we can
fill your room.
[Ariel] Easy.
Really?
Is anyone else feeling
like this is totally
the right decision
right now?
Oh my god, we should just
book your tickets right
now, so you
can't back out.
Yeah, f*** it.
Let's do it.
I'm going to Hollywood.
(laughing)
[Polly] Where's my
credit card?
(rock music loudens)
[Ariel] Yes!
Yeah! (laughs loudly)
(music stops abruptly)
You seriously did that?
You told me to.
Polly, I had taken a
lot of MDMA last night.
What?
Thanks for sharing, man.
I was in a
really open place.
You should have not have
Oh my God, what
the f*** have I done?
Calm down.
When do you leave?
Tonight.
Sh*t.
That's really soon.
You'll have fun.
(cheerful instrumental
rock music)
The sun's in my mind, and
I'm falling out of si...
(music stops abruptly)
So, you're an actor
here on business?
I'm here for
pilot season?
This does not
look promising.
What?
Oh my God, oh my God,
please don't send me home.
Do you have any paid work
here in the United States?
No, none.
Any auditions?
No.
Any meetings?
Casting directors,
producers, directors?
No.
Do you have representation
here in the United States?
No.
Do you have an agent
or manager in Australia?
Not at the moment.
Do you have any idea
what you're doing?
No, not really.
Pilot season
was months ago.
Really?
This is a tough town.
And there are many people
out there, looking to take
advantage of someone
like yourself.
Trust me, I used
to be an actor.
Were you in an episode
of Sex and the City?
You can stay in the United
States up to 90 days.
I can?
Yeah, you're not an
actor, you're a tourist.
(cheerful soft
rock music)
(beeping)
Hello?
(beeping)
Polly.
Zoe, hey.
[Zoe] Hi.
I'm so sorry I was late, I
got held up at customs,
for like, an hour.
Oh, what happened?
Nothing, just a mix-up.
Oh, that's not good.
Yeah, come in.
(excited gasp)
Oh, hey, you must
be exhausted.
And that way.
Welcome.
Great place.
Thanks.
Yeah, it's my
little haven,
away from all
the madness.
That you so much for having
me stay at such short notice.
Yeah, it's no problem.
It's really good to see
you, it's been like, years.
Yeah.
Hey, how's your dad?
He's good.
That's really great, 'cause
I remember you missed
a few of classes 'cause
he was really sick.
No, that was Stephanie, remember
Yeah,
oh, right.
Yeah, actually,
I think he died.
Jesus, that's awful.
Yeah.
Is my bag okay here, or?
Yeah, yeah, make
yourself at home.
I thought you
could sleep here.
Help yourself to
anything in the kitchen,
although I think I've
run out of a few things.
Maybe you could pick them
up for me from the shops,
it's just I've got this studio
meeting I've gotta go to
in a minute.
Yeah, of course.
Thanks, these ones are
specialty items, so I'll mark
the stores you
need to go to.
You might have to catch
a cab for this one,
or I could drop you there
on the way to my meeting.
Actually, you
should come.
To your meeting?
Yeah, why not?
It'd be good for you to
see you know, like what
happens behind the
scenes in Hollywood.
Are you interested
in that?
F*** yeah!
I mean, um, f***,
yeah.
Terrific, let's go.
Okay.
You can carry my bag.
Yep, sure.
Let's go.
Stay close,
follow my lead.
Hi.
[Receptionist] Hi.
I've got a
message to pass on.
[Receptionist] Okay.
What the f***!
(splashing)
(squishing)
You can tell the studio,
if it's guts they want,
Zoe Cooper has all
the chum you need.
Remember this face.
Come on, Polly.
Okay, listen.
So they're doing an all-female
remake of Jaws, right?
me up with an audition
for the part of Brody,
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