Swimming with Sharks (2022) s01e02 Episode Script
Chapter Two
1
[eerie music]
♪
[eerie music building]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- Who's the girl?
- Lou Simms.
She's actually kinda decent.
[clears throat]
[sniffs]
- Sick?
- No.
- I can't get fucking sick
right now.
Get out.
[somber music]
♪
- Are you blowing me off, sis?
You didn't respond to my text.
- I didn't get one, brother.
- Bullshit.
You got a dress
that doesn't make you look
like an extra from "Westworld"?
- You wanna get me started
on your tinted
facial moisturizer?
- Hey, I have never used
tinted moisturizer, thank you.
- Own it.
- Premiere this Thursday,
if you can find
something to wear.
- That goes
with your face bronzer?
- Check your texts
and find a new dress.
- [coughs]
- Go home, please.
- I'm fine.
- You're not fine.
You've been on antibiotics,
like, ten times
in the last three months.
- Try 11.
[phone rings]
- Joyce Holt's office.
- Travis, it's me,
Meredith's assistant.
- Seriously, bitch?
You finally decide
to call me back?
- Have you heard the news?
- What?
- Meredith has decided
to give Joyce the books.
[pensive music]
♪
- I wanna fuck tonight.
I don't think you heard me.
I wanna put my dick inside you
and fuck you
till you can't walk.
- [laughs]
- You think that's funny?
- It's cute.
- I wasn't going for cute.
- I'd rather you give me
a foot rub.
Tomorrow, when I'm ovulating.
[knock at door]
- Knock, knock! Avon calling!
- You better cover up.
You're gonna give the kid
a heart attack.
Come in.
- Hi.
So I have good news.
Meredith is backing out
of the Universal deal
and going with us.
We got the books.
- How?
- I found a way.
[ominous electronic music]
- It's a dark day
when my 24-year-old assistant
is more successful than
my overpaid VP of production.
We got Meredith's books.
Correction.
We didn't get them.
Travis did.
It's so funny
how a British accent
can be misleading.
Makes one seem smart
when in reality,
they're a fucking idiot.
♪
- Double almond milk matcha.
- We won't be needing
you here anymore.
- You're firing me?
- Mm-hmm.
- Did Marty say
you could let me go?
- Marty doesn't manage interns.
I do.
- Joyce
- Could give two fucks
about you.
Take your braids
and your weird little outfits
and go back to Colorado Springs.
You're no longer needed.
- [breathing heavily]
- It's just so much
fucking pressure every time.
- I know.
Just do what you gotta do.
- I feel like an asshole
every time I do that.
I don't wanna do
- Just do it.
- No.
- I gotta be
on a conference call
in 15 minutes.
- No, I'm not doing that.
No.
- Sweetheart,
no is not an option.
- [sighs]
Every time.
- Oh, my God.
[moaning]
Oh, my God.
[moaning]
Oh, my God!
[moaning]
- Yeah. Yeah.
You like my fucking cock?
- Yeah.
- You like my fucking cock?
I'm fucking fine?
- Yeah.
- [gasping]
- You did it.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, shit.
Hello.
- Meredith Lockhart calling.
- Okay, put her through.
- Hey, Meredith,
you're on with Joyce.
- Hey.
- I gotta hand it to you.
You're more punk rock
than I thought.
- [chuckles] What can I say?
I have
very tenacious assistants.
I've trained them well.
- I'll say.
The new one's a beast.
- Oh, Travis?
Nah, he isn't new.
He's been with me for a while.
- No, I'm talking
about the girl.
I mean, most studios, they send
over an obligatory gift basket.
But the smoking hot 22-year-old?
Ha!
That's a pretty audacious move
even for you.
The whole pale skin,
braided art chick specificity.
Oh, that was brilliant.
It was like a character
out of one of my books.
[ominous music]
♪
- Where's the girl?
- The intern?
She's gone.
She got a job
at some production company.
Quit yesterday.
- Get her back in her desk
by tomorrow,
or you're dead to me.
About fucking time.
♪
[knock at door]
- Hi.
I came to apologize
for how things went down.
Look, I have jealousy issues.
Okay?
Fucks up all my relationships.
So I want you to come back.
- You want me to come back?
Or Joyce wants me to come back?
- We want you to come back.
- Let me think about it.
- Not an option.
Please.
- What's in it for me?
♪
- I came as soon as I heard.
- Thank you.
[laughs]
Funny thing, life.
First time I met you,
you were
poor white gutter trash.
[laughs]
Joyce Mueller Holt.
From Gelsenkirchen.
[laughs]
Now look at you.
I have one last favor
to ask you
before we close the paperwork.
[chuckles]
[tense music]
♪
Come on,
don't deny a dirty old man
his dying wish.
♪
I can always change my mind,
you know.
How much are the keys
to the kingdom
really worth to you?
Come on.
For old time's sake.
Touch her.
♪
Not there.
You know where.
[tense music building]
♪
Oh, God.
Give me your hand.
Thank you.
Ambrosia.
[laughs]
You live,
and then you die.
But I'm not gonna die.
I'm in remission.
[dark music]
And you've been a naughty girl.
I know all about your plan
to fund
your big dreams of expansion.
You're gonna sell off
49% of Fountain
to private equity investors.
You overplayed your hand,
little lady.
I've sent your chink investors
hightailing it back
to Bei-fucking-jing.
The only question now is,
what do I do with you?
♪
Clearly, I should fire you.
But I think
I think
I'll just shorten your leash.
Watch you strain
against your master.
♪
Here.
Disinfect your finger.
You never know
what's been in my mouth.
- Power is a dangerous,
delicate creature.
Intoxicating,
and fickle.
[dark music]
♪
Thank you.
♪
- I see you found a new dress.
This place belonged to Hearst.
Supposedly, Jackie O and JFK
spent their honeymoon
night here.
- Head just blew off.
- Stick with me, kid.
I don't fuck around.
Champagne?
- Twist my arm.
[low rock music]
♪
Vodka soda, please.
♪
- Sorry.
Such a filthy habit.
You know, I've been trying
to quit since I was a teenager.
- We all have something.
♪
- I know you. You sail.
- I barely drive.
- No. No.
I have a sailboat down
at the Marina.
You came with us on one of our
Saturday evening booze cruises.
- Not me.
- Did you work on the movie?
- No. I just moved here.
- How do you like it so far?
- People are pretty hard-core.
- That's why I like sailing.
It's the epitome of soft-core.
♪
Text me
if you want an old guy
to take you sailing.
- You're not so old.
- She says, making the old guy
feel that much older.
♪
- Looks serious.
- Isn't it always with her?
- Why are you sitting in here?
- Why are you not?
How'd you score
VIP access, Colorado?
- I'm not sure I did.
- [coughs]
- Can I help with anything?
- No, I'm good.
All-nighter
damage control on deck.
The movie's tracking awful.
Redmond is losing his shit.
[coughs]
- Here.
You need it more than me.
- I can't.
I'm sober. Remember?
- I'm sorry.
I totally forgot.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, feel better.
[disquieting music]
♪
[polka music playing on speakers]
- I need a moment of joy.
Chili cheese fries might be it.
- Hey, you could be running
any studio in town.
Fuck Redmond.
Fuck him.
- I've been building this thing
for over a decade.
I'm not quitting.
I just need to wait it out.
- And it's gonna happen.
- Doctor said we're down
to one good embryo.
If all goes well,
we implant on the 23rd.
- Okay.
- Can we get two
chili cheese fries?
- Hey, if it's our last shot,
don't you think we should wait?
I mean, you're
so stressed out right now
- I'm not stressed. I'm fine.
- Hey.
We can adopt if it doesn't work.
- It will.
♪
It will.
[phone buzzes]
- Her timing is impeccable.
- [laughs]
- [sighs]
- What's she like?
- She's complicated.
- Is she as impenetrable
as she seems?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
I should have quit years ago.
- Why do you stay?
- My therapist says
I like the abuse.
- I just wanna do something
beyond dog walking
and lunch orders.
- I think I can help with that.
- You've done enough already.
- What do I get out of this
if I did help you?
[soft music playing over speakers]
[chuckles]
You know we can't.
- We're brother and sister.
That would just be weird.
- We're not even allowed
to hug co-workers anymore,
let alone
- I'm really good
at keeping secrets.
Pinky promise.
- All right. Okay.
Pinky promise.
[gentle music]
♪
- You got your fucking candle.
- You just lost me
a fuck-ton of money,
little lady.
You better figure out
how you're gonna make it back.
- Die already,
you disgusting piece of shit.
[sighs]
Alex! Hand cream!
- He's not answering his cell.
- How'd you find this?
- I have my ways.
- Find him. Get him in here.
Now.
[ominous music]
♪
- Alex?
[cat mews]
Hi, pretty girl.
[cat meows]
♪
[eerie music]
♪
[eerie music building]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- Who's the girl?
- Lou Simms.
She's actually kinda decent.
[clears throat]
[sniffs]
- Sick?
- No.
- I can't get fucking sick
right now.
Get out.
[somber music]
♪
- Are you blowing me off, sis?
You didn't respond to my text.
- I didn't get one, brother.
- Bullshit.
You got a dress
that doesn't make you look
like an extra from "Westworld"?
- You wanna get me started
on your tinted
facial moisturizer?
- Hey, I have never used
tinted moisturizer, thank you.
- Own it.
- Premiere this Thursday,
if you can find
something to wear.
- That goes
with your face bronzer?
- Check your texts
and find a new dress.
- [coughs]
- Go home, please.
- I'm fine.
- You're not fine.
You've been on antibiotics,
like, ten times
in the last three months.
- Try 11.
[phone rings]
- Joyce Holt's office.
- Travis, it's me,
Meredith's assistant.
- Seriously, bitch?
You finally decide
to call me back?
- Have you heard the news?
- What?
- Meredith has decided
to give Joyce the books.
[pensive music]
♪
- I wanna fuck tonight.
I don't think you heard me.
I wanna put my dick inside you
and fuck you
till you can't walk.
- [laughs]
- You think that's funny?
- It's cute.
- I wasn't going for cute.
- I'd rather you give me
a foot rub.
Tomorrow, when I'm ovulating.
[knock at door]
- Knock, knock! Avon calling!
- You better cover up.
You're gonna give the kid
a heart attack.
Come in.
- Hi.
So I have good news.
Meredith is backing out
of the Universal deal
and going with us.
We got the books.
- How?
- I found a way.
[ominous electronic music]
- It's a dark day
when my 24-year-old assistant
is more successful than
my overpaid VP of production.
We got Meredith's books.
Correction.
We didn't get them.
Travis did.
It's so funny
how a British accent
can be misleading.
Makes one seem smart
when in reality,
they're a fucking idiot.
♪
- Double almond milk matcha.
- We won't be needing
you here anymore.
- You're firing me?
- Mm-hmm.
- Did Marty say
you could let me go?
- Marty doesn't manage interns.
I do.
- Joyce
- Could give two fucks
about you.
Take your braids
and your weird little outfits
and go back to Colorado Springs.
You're no longer needed.
- [breathing heavily]
- It's just so much
fucking pressure every time.
- I know.
Just do what you gotta do.
- I feel like an asshole
every time I do that.
I don't wanna do
- Just do it.
- No.
- I gotta be
on a conference call
in 15 minutes.
- No, I'm not doing that.
No.
- Sweetheart,
no is not an option.
- [sighs]
Every time.
- Oh, my God.
[moaning]
Oh, my God.
[moaning]
Oh, my God!
[moaning]
- Yeah. Yeah.
You like my fucking cock?
- Yeah.
- You like my fucking cock?
I'm fucking fine?
- Yeah.
- [gasping]
- You did it.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, shit.
Hello.
- Meredith Lockhart calling.
- Okay, put her through.
- Hey, Meredith,
you're on with Joyce.
- Hey.
- I gotta hand it to you.
You're more punk rock
than I thought.
- [chuckles] What can I say?
I have
very tenacious assistants.
I've trained them well.
- I'll say.
The new one's a beast.
- Oh, Travis?
Nah, he isn't new.
He's been with me for a while.
- No, I'm talking
about the girl.
I mean, most studios, they send
over an obligatory gift basket.
But the smoking hot 22-year-old?
Ha!
That's a pretty audacious move
even for you.
The whole pale skin,
braided art chick specificity.
Oh, that was brilliant.
It was like a character
out of one of my books.
[ominous music]
♪
- Where's the girl?
- The intern?
She's gone.
She got a job
at some production company.
Quit yesterday.
- Get her back in her desk
by tomorrow,
or you're dead to me.
About fucking time.
♪
[knock at door]
- Hi.
I came to apologize
for how things went down.
Look, I have jealousy issues.
Okay?
Fucks up all my relationships.
So I want you to come back.
- You want me to come back?
Or Joyce wants me to come back?
- We want you to come back.
- Let me think about it.
- Not an option.
Please.
- What's in it for me?
♪
- I came as soon as I heard.
- Thank you.
[laughs]
Funny thing, life.
First time I met you,
you were
poor white gutter trash.
[laughs]
Joyce Mueller Holt.
From Gelsenkirchen.
[laughs]
Now look at you.
I have one last favor
to ask you
before we close the paperwork.
[chuckles]
[tense music]
♪
Come on,
don't deny a dirty old man
his dying wish.
♪
I can always change my mind,
you know.
How much are the keys
to the kingdom
really worth to you?
Come on.
For old time's sake.
Touch her.
♪
Not there.
You know where.
[tense music building]
♪
Oh, God.
Give me your hand.
Thank you.
Ambrosia.
[laughs]
You live,
and then you die.
But I'm not gonna die.
I'm in remission.
[dark music]
And you've been a naughty girl.
I know all about your plan
to fund
your big dreams of expansion.
You're gonna sell off
49% of Fountain
to private equity investors.
You overplayed your hand,
little lady.
I've sent your chink investors
hightailing it back
to Bei-fucking-jing.
The only question now is,
what do I do with you?
♪
Clearly, I should fire you.
But I think
I think
I'll just shorten your leash.
Watch you strain
against your master.
♪
Here.
Disinfect your finger.
You never know
what's been in my mouth.
- Power is a dangerous,
delicate creature.
Intoxicating,
and fickle.
[dark music]
♪
Thank you.
♪
- I see you found a new dress.
This place belonged to Hearst.
Supposedly, Jackie O and JFK
spent their honeymoon
night here.
- Head just blew off.
- Stick with me, kid.
I don't fuck around.
Champagne?
- Twist my arm.
[low rock music]
♪
Vodka soda, please.
♪
- Sorry.
Such a filthy habit.
You know, I've been trying
to quit since I was a teenager.
- We all have something.
♪
- I know you. You sail.
- I barely drive.
- No. No.
I have a sailboat down
at the Marina.
You came with us on one of our
Saturday evening booze cruises.
- Not me.
- Did you work on the movie?
- No. I just moved here.
- How do you like it so far?
- People are pretty hard-core.
- That's why I like sailing.
It's the epitome of soft-core.
♪
Text me
if you want an old guy
to take you sailing.
- You're not so old.
- She says, making the old guy
feel that much older.
♪
- Looks serious.
- Isn't it always with her?
- Why are you sitting in here?
- Why are you not?
How'd you score
VIP access, Colorado?
- I'm not sure I did.
- [coughs]
- Can I help with anything?
- No, I'm good.
All-nighter
damage control on deck.
The movie's tracking awful.
Redmond is losing his shit.
[coughs]
- Here.
You need it more than me.
- I can't.
I'm sober. Remember?
- I'm sorry.
I totally forgot.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, feel better.
[disquieting music]
♪
[polka music playing on speakers]
- I need a moment of joy.
Chili cheese fries might be it.
- Hey, you could be running
any studio in town.
Fuck Redmond.
Fuck him.
- I've been building this thing
for over a decade.
I'm not quitting.
I just need to wait it out.
- And it's gonna happen.
- Doctor said we're down
to one good embryo.
If all goes well,
we implant on the 23rd.
- Okay.
- Can we get two
chili cheese fries?
- Hey, if it's our last shot,
don't you think we should wait?
I mean, you're
so stressed out right now
- I'm not stressed. I'm fine.
- Hey.
We can adopt if it doesn't work.
- It will.
♪
It will.
[phone buzzes]
- Her timing is impeccable.
- [laughs]
- [sighs]
- What's she like?
- She's complicated.
- Is she as impenetrable
as she seems?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
I should have quit years ago.
- Why do you stay?
- My therapist says
I like the abuse.
- I just wanna do something
beyond dog walking
and lunch orders.
- I think I can help with that.
- You've done enough already.
- What do I get out of this
if I did help you?
[soft music playing over speakers]
[chuckles]
You know we can't.
- We're brother and sister.
That would just be weird.
- We're not even allowed
to hug co-workers anymore,
let alone
- I'm really good
at keeping secrets.
Pinky promise.
- All right. Okay.
Pinky promise.
[gentle music]
♪
- You got your fucking candle.
- You just lost me
a fuck-ton of money,
little lady.
You better figure out
how you're gonna make it back.
- Die already,
you disgusting piece of shit.
[sighs]
Alex! Hand cream!
- He's not answering his cell.
- How'd you find this?
- I have my ways.
- Find him. Get him in here.
Now.
[ominous music]
♪
- Alex?
[cat mews]
Hi, pretty girl.
[cat meows]
♪