Just slow down, please.
No. I told you we should've left sooner, man. We're gonna miss it.
[sighs] Who cares if we miss the stupid "magic hour oner"?
I do. This shot is gonna be epic.
It's gonna be like a famous shot in a movie. I wanna be there when they film it.
The Dresden is right down there, we can go and get drunk. It'd be fuckin' fun.
I'm not missing this shot.
Why do you care so much? We don't do shit when we visit these sets,
and they are counting the minutes until we leave.
That is not true. I bet there's a lot of execs who suck on set.
- But not me. - Okay.
This is literally my favorite part of the job.
Seeing the DP, the director bring the script to life.
This is why we do this shit, man.
Eh, I do it for the money, sex, drugs. But I'm built different, I guess.
You know you love it. Hey, there it is. There it is.
- Oh, yeah. Okay, well... - Shit. Where do you think I park?
Uh, definitely not this driveway. This is not crew parking, all right?
We should go back to base camp, like the memo said.
- No, there's no time. - [sighs]
I'm gonna park on set. I'm the head of the studio.
- They can move my car if they have to. - Okay.
[exhales sharply]
Yo. Yo, yo, yo. You're not wearing the suit you wore to work.
You-You changed your clothes.
- Yes, I did. - Why?
I dress casual when I go to a set. Have you seen how these slobs dress?
Wearing cargo shorts with calf tattoos.
You're wearing a suit. You look like a narc.
Fuck. Why didn't you say something? I would've done that too.
Now you're gonna look like the cool exec, I'm gonna look like a nerd.
- Sorry. I don't know what to tell you. - [assistant] Excuse me.
You Mr. Remick, the studio head?
Yeah! Sure am. Hey, how's it going? [chuckles]
- Hey! Great to meet you. I'm Doug. - Hey, Doug, what's up?
Hey, man. Everyone's super thrilled you're here.
Oh, wow. Oh, look at that.
Yeah. If you weren't wearing this suit, I might not have spotted you.
- [chuckles] - Follow me.
Stupid fucking suit.
Should just hold up a giant sign that says, "I sign your paychecks, you hogs."
As if the president of the studio visiting wasn't distracting enough.
I'm not gonna distract anybody, man. I've done a thousand set visits.
I know how to play it cool, all right.
Hey, look, they're crunched for time, so please don't pitch too many ideas.
Yeah, obviously. If they ask me for feedback, I'll give it.
Other than that, you won't even know I'm here.
[Doug] Make way, people. Studio president coming through. Move, move, move!
Make way.
Matty and Sal making a grand entrance.
Hey, Patty.
Hi. What, your, uh, tuxedo's at the cleaners?
- [chuckles] - Fuck. Too fancy, right?
- Shit, it's not that bad, is it? - Oh. Y-You're fine.
- But, um... But you gotta lay low. - Okay.
Okay? There's zero margin for error on this shot.
- [Sal] Yeah. Exactly. - Yeah?
Sorry, but you being here is just as distracting
as when Bob Evans would show up with a magnum of Dom and an 8 ball.
Way it goes. Hey, kid! How soon till we roll?
Uh, maybe a few minutes. Sarah is on the patio making adjustments with Jonas.
- [Patty] Okay. - Hey. Uh... [clicks tongue]
...do you have a wardrobe department or something?
Somewhere I can maybe get a sweater, something more casual?
Yeah, of course. Right over here, I'll show you.
- You know, I started as a PA. - Huh.
Sal, you are as useless as a single sock.
Your one job was to keep him from visiting set today.
I tried, okay?
I even hid in his bathroom for 20 minutes so we would be too late to come,
but he found me and started yelling at me. It was embarrassing.
- Yeah? Oh, really? - Sarah.
All right, everyone. Thank you so much for your patience.
We're gonna take a run at this now.
- Hey, Patty. Hey, Sal. - Hey.
I just saw Matt walking through the house. I thought the set visit was off today?
I know. We tried. We tried, but his film boner is at full mast.
[inhales sharply] That said, if he hears that you don't want him around,
you'll never see him again. Shall I go tell him that you're--
- No, no, no. It's okay, it's okay. - Yeah? Okay?
I'm about to ask him for an extra 800 grand
to use a Rolling Stones song over this scene.
If he thinks I don't want him on set, he's not gonna do it.
That's true. He's a very fragile and vindictive man.
- And I say that as his best friend. - I'm sure it's fine.
Pretend I didn't say anything. He's a good guy.
- He might even be helpful. - Definitely won't be helpful.
You know, we could set him up in his very own video village. Quarantine him.
Yes, yes. Like a... Like a chimp with a virus.
- That's a good idea. - Okay, great. Whatever works.
Um, I would love to check the opening frame again. Thank you.
Okay, now we have to keep Baby Huey in his playpen.
- Yeah. What? - We lose Greta tonight, you know that?
Yeah, she's flying to London tomorrow for some top secret Nolan film.
I read the script. It's a Jack the Ripper thing.
- Huh. - A spoiler alert: he's a she.
Sal, if this oner doesn't go off perfectly in the next half hour,
this film has no closing shot.
Patty, you are a vanity producer on this at best.
I have been developing this for four years.
- Oh, have you? Ugh. - You are only here
so you could suck up to Sarah and make her next movie.
You're not a dumb as you look.
No, which is not saying much considering how dumb you look.
[inhales deeply] You know, Patty, you were lot nicer when you were an alcoholic.
- Well, it's a good thing I'm sober now. - [sighs]
Wait, wait, wait.
- We're on the same team here, okay? - Yeah. Okay.
We're gonna stop Matty from kneecapping the shot...
- Yeah. Yeah. Okay. - ...by keeping him away from Sarah,
keeping him away from the actors,
- especially Greta. - Why?
Oh, she's angling to get the jet for the press tour.
And if she sees him, we're gonna all lose our light
while she kisses his ass to avoid flying commercial.
Got it.
- [Matt] Yeah, come in! - Matty!
- Hello. My God. - [Matt] Hey.
Oh. Oh, much better.
Do I look like a stupid background actor?
Well, stupid background actor is better than pompous studio suit.
- Mm-hmm. - Let's move!
- Can I pee real fast? Okay. - They're about to roll.
- Come on. Go. Come on. Go, go, go. - Oh, baby bladder. Hold it.
Okay, okay. Slow down, these pants are too big. I can't walk in them properly.
- Dear God, Matty. Amateur hour. - Okay. Okay. I got it. I got it.
[Sal] Oners are so stupid.
It's just a director jacking off while making everyone else's lives miserable.
Audiences do not care about this shit.
Are you kidding me? The oner is the ultimate cinematic achievement, you know?
It's like the perfect marriage of artistry and technicality.
Yeah, you got Birdman, Children of Men, GoodFellas, you know.
But, hey, you know what? You know I was dating Ray Liotta when they shot that?
Oh, yeah?
Man had a package like a caramel leather sofa.
- Holy shit. - Rest in peace.
It's also like a great storytelling tool, you know?
You see Greta Lee's character go from being confident to broken,
all in one take with no cuts? [stammers] That's perfect, you know.
Yeah, I think Maya's gonna wanna market this as a lesbian love story
and not a super depressing oner.
[Jonas] Okay, we're about to go. Everyone to one.
We made it. Just in time for the magic.
[breathes heavily] Should I go say hi before they roll?
- No, no, no. - No. Stay.
- Okay. Okay. - Ah, shit. We got a cloud.
Give me one minute.
Uh, okay, then let's watch, uh...
let's watch playback of rehearsal one more time before we go for it.
Alfie, playback, please.
[Sarah] Okay. So, camera is perfect. I just, uh...
The stand-in's moving a little fast.
We should just make sure Greta takes her time.
Hey. Extras can't be back here.
- Oh, my God. I am so sorry, Mr. Remick. - Hey, no. It's okay. It's fine,
- it's fine. It's okay. It's okay. I know. - I thought you were an extra
- because of the wardrobe. - I get it. It's fine.
You can call me Matt. It's all good, don't worry about it.
Okay. Uh, Matt, can I get you a coffee or anything?
Yeah, if you're going on a run,
I'll take a cold brew with some oat milk and just a little bit of agave.
- Great, thank you so much. - [shushes]
Okay. It's fine. Just... Just pretend I'm not here.
[scoffs] Oh, so if you're not here, who's gonna drink that coffee?
Okay, let's stop there. So that felt a tad slow by the front door.
- Yeah. - We still need a few more crosses
in the living room. How's the light looking?
Almost perfect. If we roll in a minute, we should be able to get two good takes.
- Okay. - Okay, everybody, let's go back to one.
- Hello. [chuckles] How's it going? - Hi, Matt. Yeah,
I heard you might be coming, and I'm glad you made it in time.
Yeah. Just barely. We got here though. [chuckles]
Are you wearing wardrobe?
It's a long story. [stammers] I'll tell you later.
- You're busy, you know. Yeah. [chuckles] - Great. Great. Thanks for coming in.
So if you can just make a note
that she stays more camera left at the very beginning--
- Okay. - The dailies have been looking amazing.
- [stammers] We're so thrilled. - Oh, awesome. I'm so glad you're happy.
- Yeah. - That's great.
Then they're just a bit less stacked up by the time they get to full.
- Okay. - So then--
Supporting female filmmakers is a huge priority for us at Continental.
Well, let's get this shot and make sure you're not making a mistake. [chuckles]
- [all chuckle] - Mistake. No, no, no. [laughs]
Yeah. Um, yeah. So if you can just make that note, that'd be great. And then--
I've just been looking forward to seeing you bring this scene to life
since I read it in your script. [stammers] It was... It was poetic, you know?
"Sophia drives away, her whole life changed forever,
everything she loves behind her now." You wrote that.
- I did. - Yeah.
I mean, I-I wouldn't miss it for the world. [laughs]
[chuckles] Well, we've, uh... we've rehearsed it all afternoon
and we've shot it three times with stand-ins,
and I'm almost sick of it already. [stammers]
- [all laughing] - [laughs] No, you're not. No.
Okay, uh, so--
It's just a treat, really. You know? I-I-It's kinda like being, uh, you know,
with PT Anderson on the set of Boogie Nights,
when they shot that opening oner,
or being on the set of, uh, Touch of Evil with Orson Welles, you know?
As he shot the car bomb scene.
Or, you know, uh, being on the streets of Cuba
as they shot the funeral sequence in Soy Cuba. You know?
Of course. Yeah, no, those are... those are... those are all great shots.
I'm gonna... I-I gotta go check on the set.
Yeah.
Don't let me get in the way. [chuckles]
You're not in the way at all.
Really?
No. [stammers] Of course not.
Uh, in fact, if you have any feedback as we go, feel free to let me know.
I wanna keep the big dog happy. [chuckles]
[Matt] Hmm.
Why don't we grab a cup of coffee?
No, no, no. She was being polite.
- No, no, no. - No, she didn't mean now.
No, no. She wasn't. I have-- I have one little idea. It's fine.
Hey, Sarah. Sarah.
One little thought. I noticed, uh, Greta Lee's stand-in wasn't smoking a-a joint
in the beginning of the scene like she is in the script, you know?
Yeah, no, we got rid of it. It seemed really unnecessary, actually.
Oh, man. I always just loved that so much 'cause,
you know, it ties back into the beginning of the film, when they're driving into LA
and she promises Petunia she's gonna quit smoking, you know?
It-It bookends the movie.
I-I love a bookend. I'm always looking for a bookend.
Yeah. Yeah, we all do. We all do, but there's no time.
Oh... [stammers] ...it takes one second, you know?
- No. Mm-mmm. - It's a bookend. It's a... It's a bookend.
[stammers] You know what? It's, um... It's a really good idea.
Um, Bobby, can we go back to Greta smoking the joint, please?
You sure? Gonna take props a moment to get it.
Hmm, see? No time.
It'll just take a minute. Come on. Look how much Sarah likes the idea.
She's thrilled about it. We're in sync here, right?
- Let's do this thing. Yeah. Great. Nice. - Yeah, we're in sync. Let's do it.
Yeah, a studio head with a smart pitch, who would've thought it? [chuckles]
Right? [chuckles]
- So great. Let me get you over here. - [Bobby] Props, we need that joint back.
- Yeah. - She liked the idea.
- Yeah, she's still a great actress. - Oh, come on. She thinks it's good.
- Yeah, no. It's a good bookend. - You know what's cool?
- Did you mention that? - Yeah.
Every time we watch this movie for the rest of our lives
and she lights that joint, we'll know it's because we came to set today.
I agree. Let's get out of here. Let's go to The Dresden.
- No, we gotta watch them do it. This is... - Okay.
[stammers] This is the best part, you know?
Uh, Matt. Right this way.
- Oh. What... What... - Go, go, go, go.
[chuckling] Where are we going?
- I don't know. - What's this?
Yeah, we set up your own video village right here.
- My own video village? - What?
Yeah. Yeah, we rolled out the red carpet. VIP village.
You got your own chair, and you got your own raisins.
Look, I don't... I don't need any of...
I was... I was totally happy over there. This is unnecessary, you know?
- Let me go get you some comm techs. Yeah. - Thank you, Doug.
We need a pair of comm techs for the studio head. Now.
[crew member] Roger that. On it.
Oh, Sarah, why would you encourage him?
It just seemed to mean so much to him.
Didn't you see how happy he got when I took his note?
Oh, I've seen that face. It's pathetic.
It's a small price to pay if it gets me that song.
If I was still in charge, you would have the whole album, price be damned.
Bobby, can we roll, please?
Just waiting on props with the joint. Any second now.
Oh, Jesus Christ. We're gonna get, like, one take at this point. We have to roll.
Let's, uh, fly that joint in ASAP. Thank you.
Bring in the joint now!
- Oh. Yeah! - Thank you.
I don't wanna fucking be here right now, man.
You're the boss. You're VIP.
They exiled me from their village, okay? I'm not stupid. I see what's happening.
I gave Sarah one idea, and she liked it, okay?
And it's a good but complex idea. Let them--
Hey. I'm the head of the studio.
- I can go back if I want. - No, no, no. Stay here with me. Just st--
I'm going back. I'm going back! Let go of me! I'm going back!
Hey, is there a problem with the monitor?
No. I just thought I'd be, uh, closer to the action, you know?
How can we miss you if you won't go away?
[chuckling] J-Just pretend I'm not even here.
Oh, you're making that impossible.
Got the joint. We are set.
- [Sarah] Okay. - [Bobby] Rolling.
[exhales deeply] All right. This is it. Action, please. [sighs]
- [coughs] You guys, it's out. I'm sorry. - [Bobby] Hold the roll.
Son of a fucking bitch!
Only 30 seconds. We are resetting.
It looked super cool until it went out.
- That was-- - Hey, are you a Rolling Stones fan?
Oh, yeah. I met, uh, Mick Jagger once actually
at the Vanity Fair Oscar--
- Yeah, so I was just thinking that... - Yeah.
"You Can't Always Get What You Want" would be so perfect
over this closing shot. I mean, assuming we can get it.
Oh, uh, yeah.
I mean, if we could afford it, it would be perfect. Yeah.
Well, I mean, if you really like it, we can afford anything, right? [chuckles]
Oh, it doesn't exactly work like that. [chuckles]
- All right, let's go. Right now. - [Bobby] Rolling.
Action, please.
[Matt] Oh, shit. Did you see that? The video dropped out?
[Sal] It's fine. It's just the monitor.
- [Matt] It just happened again! - [Sal] Dude, it's normal.
It's not a problem. It's fine.
Hey, Randall.
Thanks for the invite.
Sophia.
[Matt] Are you guys getting audio?
- Are you hearing it? - [Sal] Yes!
Please shut up!
[Matt] The video's dropping out, and now the audio's fritzed out.
Is this a good take? Should we stop?
[Sal] Yeah, no, it's a good take. We can hear it fine.
Stop. Stop. Stop it.
- [Matt] Doug. Doug, can you help me? - [Doug] Yes, Mr. Remick?
[Matt] I was getting a bit of static and now I got nothing.
- Let me take a look. - It's just not...
- I'm just not hearing anything... - Sometimes it's the battery pack.
- Shut up. - Shut your pie hole.
- Okay. Okay. I'm not hearing... - Did you make sure the headphone jack...
- ...is all the way plugged in? - It's all the way in.
- I think it's in all the way... - Is the volume up?
The volume? Oh, yeah. Let's check... I don't know.
- Silence. - Okay. I'm sorry.
You know, it... [stammers] I don't need it.
- I'll watch the monitor. - Are you sure?
- I'm totally good. - [Bobby] Cut.
Wait, what? Why cut? That take was perfect. What happened?
Greta said she's hearing people whispering and it threw her off.
Oh, come on!
I bet if you just picked it up from exactly where you cut,
you could stitch it together, you know?
We're not doing stitches.
I mean, even, like, 1917 would use whip pans to connect scenes.
We're not doing whip pans. This is a true oner.
There's no tricks. We're just gonna do it.
Okay, great. L-L-Let's go again. I-I--
I will have a working set for you next time...
- ...Mr. Remick. - I don't need it. Pretend I'm not here.
Bobby, can we gather in the living room, away from fucking Matt?
What's...
It's gonna take a few minutes to get party guy number 2 reset,
dried up, new clothes...
- Okay. How long, how long, how long? - Five minutes.
Is that gonna work?
- Will we have the light? - If we can roll in five, yes.
But just one take with no resets.
Everyone back to one! Now!
Hey, just so you know, it was the PA, Doug. He wouldn't stop talking.
- You know what I mean? - Oh, don't even worry about it.
- 'Cause he's fired tonight. - You can't fire Doug.
- No, no, no. Don't do that, okay? - Trust me,
he won't even know it came from you. I promise.
That's not the problem. I was a PA when I started, so it's f--
- Hi, Doug. - Oh, Doug, hi! What's up?
Mr. Remick, you are wearing party guy number 2's wardrobe change.
- Fuck me, you're right. - Shit. Strip.
No! We do not take clothes off our studio president.
We got multiples in the back of the wardrobe.
- Go! Doug, go get 'em now. God. Damn it. - Oh, my God.
- I'll be right back. - Let's go. No, no, no. Matt, come...
Oh, my God. Oh.
I want Mr. Magoo gone!
I've been trying. He won't listen to me, okay? He's my boss.
Unless you wanna give me millions of dollars to shoot the scene
on that weird volume stage they shoot The Mandalorian on,
you're gonna need to get rid of him so I can finish this film.
No, no, no. I am handling this, my queen. You just do your art.
I'm trying to.
No, now you will get Matty and make him leave...
Patty, it's not gonna happen.
Or I will send TMZ the video of you freestyle rapping on my birthday.
The one with the N-word.
Oh, no, no, no. Don't say another word. It's happening.
Matt. Matt. Matt, we're leaving right now.
Listen, Matt. Holy fucking shit.
There's a guy dressed just like you. Where is he?
Oh, he went that way.
Matt. Matt, we gotta go.
Yo, hey, are they looking for me?
- What the fuck are you doing? - I've had to pee since we got here.
There's someone in the bathroom. I'll be 30 seconds, okay? That's all I need.
Patty wanted me to find you. She wants you to leave. Right now.
Yeah, I know Patty wants me to... I can tell.
It's 'cause she wants to have the special relationship with Sarah Polley.
Sarah wants you to leave too.
She said that?
Yeah, Matt, she did. I'm sorry, man. [sighs]
Wh-Why? She--
'Cause I think... It's-It's a very complicated shot,
and they're losing light and-and you being here
is very stressful to her so I think we should go.
If she doesn't want me to be here, I don't want to be here.
- You know what I mean? - I know.
[stammers] This is my favorite part of the job, you know?
I know it is, pal. It's okay.
- Oh, my God. - [Sal] Ah.
- Matt, hi. - Hey.
- You're here. Oh, my God. - Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
- Of course, yeah. Yeah. - Yay. Why are you in wardrobe?
Oh, it's a long story. Don't worry about it. Yeah. [chuckles]
Hey. You know, you really are, like, a different kind of studio head.
- It's so amazing. - Oh. Wow.
- Bye, Greta. - Thank you. Yeah.
I try to be different from the other guys.
Like, you are here in the trenches with us
and it just always makes such a big difference when that happens.
Thank you so much. You're doing such beautiful work in the film, by the way.
- Yeah, yeah. - Really? Oh. Thank you.
- We were just-- Yeah. - Unfortunately, we do have to leave.
Wait. What are you thinking so far? I mean...
I'm-I'm so glad that Sarah put the joint back in.
- Oh, my God. - Thank God.
That was... That was my idea.
- What? - Yeah, that was my idea.
- No way. - Yes, yeah.
- When I flick it into the pool? - Yeah.
It's a callback to the opening scene that--
- It bookends the movie. - I love a bookend!
Everyone loves a bookend!
- Are you hearing this? - They're at beginning and the end.
- Are you hearing the bookend? Exactly. - I heard. Bookends are great. Let's go.
- Of course that was your idea. - Yes. Well, thank you and... Okay.
Great to see you. We were just heading out.
Thank you. So good.
What's so frustrating is we would've gotten that shot
but background was whispering and it just totally threw me off
and it's just so frustrating when that happens. It's so disrespectful.
- You know... It's just inexcusable. - It's the worst. These fucking extras.
- Dumbasses. Real stupid fucks. - Hate these motherfuckers.
- Greta? They need you at one. - Yeah. Oh, okay. I'll be right there.
Um, if you want to find me at wrap
because I also wanted to talk to you about the press tour.
- Oh, yeah. - It's just that, you know...
Maybe we could take a jet. Like, that could be fun.
- Just, like A24, Past Lives, no money. - Oh, yeah. Could be really fun.
- Like, two dollars. - Ugh.
I basically had to carve my own boat to get there.
- Oh, no. Never again. - I'm just so done with that?
I've worked too hard to get to this point.
- You deserve much more. - Just think about it, okay?
- Yeah. Perfect. - You deserve the best.
- Please come with me. No, no, no. - I...
Matt, you have a bathroom at home.
I just have to go.
[Sal] Just piss fast so we can get the fuck out of here. Please, Matt. Please.
[groans, sighs] Fucking go. Fuck, pants. Fuck. Fuck! Oh, God.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, damn. Oh, damn. Oh, damn. Oh, damn.
Oh, pee faster, you stupid fucking schmuck. Oh, come on.
Ah, finish. Come-Come on.
Fuck. Come on. [grunts] Fucking shit.
Fucking fly on these fucking old fucking pants.
Greta, yo. I actually wanted to talk to you about award season.
Just make sure you keep your winter clear.
- We have a-- - Okay, Matt. [chuckles]
- [Bobby] Cut! - Fuck!
Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Greta.
- I'm so sorry. - Okay. Matt, it's okay.
- Reset. Back to one. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- We're going again immediately! - Reset. Back to one! Losing light!
[Sarah] Goddamn it, Matt. What the fuck are you doing?
- Sorry. Oh, shit. [grunting] - Holy shit.
- Fuck. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm fine. - Oh, Matt, are you okay?
- Oh, no. That looks really bad. - No, it's okay. Just keep rolling.
Medic!
Yeah, you heard the studio head, let's just get the shot!
- Are you all right? - Keep shooting!
No, you should sit down.
- Yes, you're going to urgent care... - It's okay, I'm fine.
...right now.
- Roll the cameras. - Oh, my God.
It's okay, just film more.
- Oh. [groans] - Oh, shit.
Jesus Christ, Matt!
- You're bleeding everywhere. - I'm okay. Just keep... keep going. Film!
No! We need to roll right now or we don't get the shot!
- All right. Let's go, let's go. - Clean that shit up! Thirty seconds.
You. You!
You need to stop being so nice to Matt.
- I know why you're doing it. - [sighs] Do you want to fly commercial?
Fuck no. We'll talk about it later.
Okay, but can you believe how hard he just fell?
Yes, it was very funny. Go, go, go.
Come on, come on, come on.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go! - Fuck the cleanup.
We are rolling in 15 seconds. Everyone get to your positions. Now!
You got this, Sarah.
I thought we were leaving.
We were... Greta asked me to stay.
She was talking about promoting the movie already.
- She's excited, you know. - So she could use the jet.
That's the only reason she's kissing your ass.
Literally the only reason anyone on this set is talking to you
is to get something from you.
Camera is set.
Good. Action, please!
[medic] Coming through.
Oh. Hi, Mr. Remick. I'm Larry Morse, the set medic.
- Hi. I don't need anything. - Let me have a look here...
- I think I'm okay. - If you can just let me--
- [shushes] - Fucking shit, I'm sorry. Ow. It's fine.
- I don't need any help. I'm okay. - Oh, wow. Okay. Okay. Good news,
it doesn't seem like anything's broken--
Guys, you have to be quiet.
But you really need to get to urgent care ASAP
because there could be internal bleeding.
Look, Larry. Fuck off. Fuck off, Larry. Get the fuck away from me. Now! Fuck off!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
["No Good To Be Alone" playing]
[cries]
[crying]
Okay. [sighs]
- [groans] No way. - Cut!
- No! - Why the fuck did she stop?
That was perfect.
- Car blocking the driveway. - What?
Who the fuck's car is ruining the shot?
Old convertible. Custom plate. "STD HEAD."
It's studio head, not STD! Oh, shit. It's both. Fuck. It's mine!
- I'll move it. I'll move it. - Are you fucking serious?
- Why are you even still here, Matt? - It's not my fault.
Greta asked me to stay, okay? I'm trying to support women.
I can't support women if I'm not here.
Hey, hey, hey. Are you explaining supporting women to me?
I... [stammers] No. I...
Support me from anywhere on earth other than here!
- Go! - Okay, okay. Okay.
- You need to move your fucking car now! - I'm moving it.
- I'm going to. - We know!
- What is it? - Fuck! I need my suit!
- Oh, no. - Fuck the suit. Drive naked.
No. My keys are in my suit.
- Are you fucking kidding me? - I'll get it.
You are paying for that Rolling Stones song!
- It's yours. Yes. It's yours. - Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Dude, she's fucking pissed. Super mad. - Yeah, she's really angry. [groans]
- Oh, fuck! - What is it?
- There's millions of tan suits. - Which one?
- So-So many fucking tan suits. - What's the model?
- It's Brunello Cucinelli! - What's the... What type?
Brunello Cucinelli! Double-breasted suit with functional buttonholes!
I got it. I got it.
- Oh, fucking shit. Got it. God, fuck. - Go, go, go, go, go. Oh. Oh, no.
Set! Roll sound.
- Don't say that. [clamors] - Yeah, back to one!
Wait, you're leaving? We didn't get a chance to finish our con--
- The jet. It's yours. Don't worry. Yes. - Oh, my God. Yes, thank you. Feel better.
- [Sal] Bye, Greta. - It's no problem.
Sorry. Heading out.
- Thank you, all. Sorry. I'm sorry. - Go! Go!
- We're leaving. - I got your coffee. Oh.
- Oh, Jesus Christ! Perfect timing, Doug. - Fucking Christ, dude! Fuck, man.
Fuck. Jesus Christ.
Ah. Oh, no. Oh, my God!
They're all still right there. They're right behind us.
- Oh, fuck. Ah. [panting] - Goddamn it, that was bad.
Fuck. Shit.
Do you think they're gonna get the shot?
Yeah, definitely.
- Yeah. It's still light out, right? - Totally.
- Yeah. [pants] - [panting]
I'm telling you right now, the joint looked cool.
- Thanks, man. - Yeah.
- I think so too. - Yeah.
It's a bookend.
[phone vibrates]
- They didn't get it. - Fuck!