Trust Me Page #3
- Oh, there's a kid I'm looking at.
That's a nice car. Is that new?
No. I mean, it's a demo. I sell them.
But I thought you were a singer.
Well, I was, but, you know...
gigs stop rolling in,
- you got to pay the bills.
- But you've got such a beautiful voice.
You sing in the shower.
You can hear it in the courtyard.
Ask anybody.
Thank you.
So are you guys into this?
Acting and stuff?
- No, but I like the book.
- Oh, yeah, me, too.
We... you know, Ben goes here now.
- Really? Cool.
- Yeah. Can I get a cookie, Mom?
Sure. Hurry up, though,
'cause it's going to start.
You know, I've been thinking,
I really want to take you guys out.
Just to say thanks for all the packages
and the watering of plants and stuff.
- You don't have to do that.
- No, I want to.
In fact, what are you doing Saturday?
Ben is with his dad this weekend.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
Well, then, I could just take you.
Come on. How bad can it be?
All you got to do is have a great meal
with a guy who happens to think you're one
of the most beautiful women he's ever met.
- Howard.
- It's true.
Look, I know I'm not your usual
kind of guy or something, but...
I see you out there and the way
you are with him and I just...
I think you're amazing.
Can I say that? Is that weird?
- It's nice. Thank you.
- So what do you say?
It's a terrible idea.
We live in the same complex.
Which means I'm absolutely
going to behave myself.
Or you won't have far to go
when you start stalking me.
I've been stalking you for a year and a half
and so far, you haven't even noticed.
It was a joke.
- What is this? This is not a cookie.
- I think the play's starting.
- Okay. I'm going to get my ticket.
- Yeah.
Hi. I'll take one ticket.
Can I sit with my friends?
I'm sorry. It's closing night,
we're completely sold out.
I'm Howard Holloway
of the Howard Holloway Agency.
Why didn't you say so?
Well, in that case, it's closing night
and we're completely sold out.
I was invited to this performance
by one of the lead actors
for the purposes
of possible representation.
- Brian Brosnan.
- It's Ryan Brosnan.
And I don't care if you were invited
I don't have any more tickets.
- I don't know who that is, but...
- Sandy, it's Marcy.
- Marcy Watkins. Ben's mom.
- Oh, hey. Hey, Marcy.
- How are you?
- Very good.
You know, I just talked to Jeannie Kim and
Georgia has pink eye so they're not coming.
Is there any chance I can just grab
those tickets for my friend here?
- You know I'm not supposed to.
- I know.
- Hey, what the hey? There you go.
- Thank you.
- I got to take this.
- Here. I'll save you a seat.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah, I'm here for the Brosnan kid.
I hear he's amazing.
Howard Hollo... Hello?
Hello? God damn it.
Howard Holloway. Lydia?
How'd you get this number?
Listen, Lydia,
I'm really psyched you called,
but I'm just walking into a screening.
Okay, your dad was very clear
with me before.
"Big deal" how? No, no.
I got to go, okay?
Who said he needed
to hear back from you tonight?
Was it Mr. Ang Lee?
Yeah, that's somebody.
Chelsea Charles dropped out today
and he said 'cause she had mono,
but I heard that she threw up at the Teen
Choice Awards 'cause maybe she's pregnant.
- I heard that, too.
- Isn't she, like, 14 years old?
And Meg's casting this one, too.
And she showed the tape where you
busted in to Mr. Ang Lee and he freaked out.
So he called Daddy's cell,
but he was on the toilet...
- Hey!
- Oh, I'm sorry, you weren't?
So he called and I answered and he said
I was like a young Joni Foster.
Jodie. Yeah?
And he asked who my agent was...
and I told him it was you.
- I hope you're not mad.
- Mad? No, I'm... no. No.
You did the absolutely right thing.
Did Mark get you the... who got you
the appointment for the thing today?
All Mark ever got me was a couple
commercials and that stupid kidney crap.
That guy's a freakin' scumbag.
Hold on, I think this...
okay, yeah, that's good...
That's... that's...
Meg? Hi.
Yes, I have.
In fact, I'm with her right now.
Meg says hi.
And hi to you, too, Ray.
Can't wait to meet you.
- Tell her "whazzup?"
- He says, "What's up," Meg.
Please, Meg, no... it's okay.
It's forgotten.
No, please, yeah. I'd love to hear.
Oh, f***. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
No, go ahead. Yeah?
And the... no, talk about the mon...
- Well, no, that's a nice place to start.
- How much?
But of course,
she's not going to do it for that.
Well, you better go back to them, Meg,
or it's going to be a very long night.
I'm sorry, Meg, our entrees just arrived.
Is that how you like it, sweetie?
- It's perfect, Howard. Thank you.
- Oh, good. So, well, see what you can do.
Okay. Bye-bye.
Excuse me. Excuse me, miss.
Can I have a vodka rocks?
Make it a double, please.
- And my friend Ray...
- I'll have another bourbon.
Oh, make it two.
Save those pretty legs a trip.
So... what'd she say?
They want her at the studio tomorrow
for a "chemistry read" with Sir Ben.
Kingsley.
"Gandhi"?
Why in the hell would a 13-year-old girl need
to have chemistry with some Indian f***er?
He's English, Ray,
and it's not like that.
They just want to see
how they act together.
- Turns out, it's a franchise.
- Like "Harry Potter," right?
Exactly like "Harry Potter."
Agnes Dieter is producing,
Ang's directing the first two himself,
they're announcing it Friday
when they introduce their new "Sophia"
at Grauman's Chinese Theatre,
and since they start in two days
and there are sequels involved,
they want a three-picture deal signed
before she walks in the room tomorrow.
- Well, that doesn't suck.
- No, it doesn't suck.
What was the offer?
75 with a small bump
on the next two pictures.
But like I said, it's nothing.
They know we're going to pass.
Are you telling me that you just
hung up on a lady who offered us
a quarter of a million dollars?
For three movies, Ray... but there's no
guarantee they'll ever make the other two.
You wait your whole life for a set up
like this and still it never happens.
It's a royal flush.
How do you know?
'Cause I've been doing this
since I was six.
Yeah, but this?
You ever done this before?
- Because it sure don't look like it.
- Don't start.
I'm talking business now, baby.
Keep quiet.
Why, because you're Trump
all of a sudden?
with my money.
- Yeah, how much did we lose on that one?
- I said shut up.
- You shut up.
- You shut up.
Thank you.
Thanks.
If this thing is as big as you say it is,
then maybe we oughta get somebody in there
that's been there before.
Like, what's that guy's name?
- "Stinkis"?
- Okay, okay. I get it.
You don't know me, I don't know you.
But nobody can take care of her
like I can. Nobody.
Because I've been where she is
and I know what she needs.
There's a reason we found each other.
I'm just asking for a chance
to prove that to you.
Dad, I...
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