Swimming with Sharks (2022) s01e05 Episode Script

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[knock at door]
- Cookies and cream?
- Hell, yes.
[coughs]
[ominous music]
♪
- [purring]
♪
- When was your birthday?
- This June.
Sometime in June.
- Sometime in June?
- [laughs] Yeah.
We don't know each other
that well yet.
- You're absolutely a Gemini,
I think.
- That's that is correct.
- I, uh
Mmm.
♪
Thank you.
- I mean, it's the least
I could do.
- Right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- You're earning your stripes.
- You crushed that.
- Mm, mm-hmm.
Almost done.
[both chuckle]
Mm.
Your teeth are your teeth
sensitive to cold?
- Sometimes.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, it depends.
♪
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
♪
I feel weird, really weird.
- Probably just dehydrated
from the antibiotics.
♪
You're okay.
Oh, oh.
[echoing] Hello?
You're good.
- No.
- What's wrong?
♪
- I think you're really,
really pretty.
♪
- Ditto.
♪
- [gasps] Grab my hand.
Grab my hand!
♪
- [grumbling]
- What are you looking at?
[intense music]
♪
[upbeat music playing]
♪
- Damn.
She's cute as shit, man.
She's single?
- You don't want her.
- What is this,
like a life right situation?
- Sure.
- Meaning?
- Meaning Joyce just wants
to know everything there is
to know about this girl.
♪
- Tallulah Simms.
How much you want to bet
that ain't her real name?
[soft music]
♪
- What do you mean stand in?
That girl is a woman.
Hey, hey!
[mousetrap clacks]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Why's your hand
all sweaty, Mama?
- Shh, this is the best part.
[man speaking indistinctly on screen]
[soft music]
♪
[knock at door]
- Come in.
[door opens]
♪
- I don't know
if this is appropriate.
♪
I know you've been
exploring egg donors.
♪
It might be an easier decision
if you knew the person.
♪
Sorry, that was
that was weird.
I shouldn't have said anything.
♪
I just know how much
you've been through.
♪
I would do that for you.
♪
- I'm not really sure
what I want to do.
Chef maybe
or high-end tattoo artist.
- My favorite food was In-N-Out,
but I don't eat meat anymore
I'm trying not to.
I ate it,
like, three months ago,
but I'm really trying
not to do it anymore.
I also like
"The Catcher in the Rye."
- I like to collect things
Shells
um, bracelets.
♪
- You can't have a fucking kid.
♪
- Lou
I've been thinking
about your offer.
[heartbeat thumping]
[dark music]
♪
- Predictions are we'll have
the number-one movie
this week, putting us on track
to make this our best year
in over a decade.
- And that's not
including "Chronicles,"
which is testing
through the roof.
- Ideally, we'd like
to start reshoots
on the 21st in order to make
- Pages?
- Good, not great.
I have a set of notes.
I just need you to sign off.
- I trust you.
Just send them.
That's all for now.
[door closes]
[telephones ringing, indistinct chatter]
- That was impressive.
- I miss you.
We should grab drinks.
- How is she anticipating
getting Redmond
to sign off on those reshoots?
- We'll find a way.
♪
- In what fucking universe
would I approve
5 million for reshoots?
- We have a chance
to have critical
and commercial success.
- I could give two flying fucks
for the critics.
- Redmond.
- Not too short.
You always cut them
too bloody short.
- Redmond.
- Fuck!
Get it right the first time!
That's what I pay you for.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Not you, dear.
No, sorry.
Her.
♪
Pretty funny seeing a woman
her age pregnant, huh?
[chuckles]
♪
You're huge for three months.
How much weight'd you put on?
♪
[crash]
- Fuck!
♪
I'm sorry.
Just leave it.
♪
- You need to relax.
- [sighs]
- The baby.
- Tell Meredith reshoots
aren't happening.
- I can do that.
I could also kill him.
- [chuckles]
- Fall down a flight of stairs,
drive off the road.
- It's too easy.
He needs a
a violent end.
- Dismembered and fed
down a garbage disposal?
- [chuckles] You're a sick girl.
You should be working
for Blumhouse.
- I like where I am.
You just need to relax.
♪
You have a little bit
of me inside you.
♪
- I need a reservation for
tonight at Republique for two.
- I thought you weren't
doing dinners anymore.
- It's my 16th wedding
anniversary, Lou.
My personal life is not
for you to judge
or for me to justify.
- Of course.
[mellow electronic music]
♪
- You blinked.
- [chuckles] Sorry.
- [chuckles]
♪
Oh, my God, you keep blinking.
- Sorry.
♪
- Just don't blink.
[both chuckle]
- [giggles]
- Please, don't move.
♪
- Let's take a break.
- I'm almost done.
♪
- Joyce should've been
the one to call me.
- She's running
a billion-dollar corporation.
- Mm.
- Not to mention
she's pregnant.
She's just a little busy.
- [chuckles]
Says the intern
from Colorado Springs.
She send you here
to do something else?
Is there a room booked?
- Excuse me?
- Just because you stuck a
throat lozenge up your pussy
- Careful.
- Or what?
- You made an amazing film.
I'd hate
for your unsavory past
- You came on to me.
- I was a 22-year-old intern
making minimum wage.
You're a world-renowned author
who just made
a $150 million film.
[dramatic music]
I just want to take care
of this for Joyce,
have you deliver the hit
I know you're capable
of delivering.
Sound like a plan?
- You need to get Joyce
and her little bitch in check.
The Amish art chick intern
is now overseeing
my fucking movie?
- She's not overseeing
the movie, Meredith I am.
- You weren't the one going
down on me in the bathroom
to get Joyce my fucking book.
- What are you talking about?
- Oh
Joyce never told you?
What a fucking shit show!
[indistinct chatter]
[person rapping in Spanish]
♪
- Jesus.
I thought you forgot about me.
- Shit takes time, bro.
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But I struck gold.
♪
- April Mace?
[ominous music]
♪
- April?
- Little help!
- You can't hide
inside yourself forever.
[knocking on window]
♪
- Full-blown breakdown.
And then she shows up
in Hollywood,
the Island of Misfit Toys.
She blends in perfect with
all the other damaged goods.
And poor Southern April Mace
reinvents herself.
Removes all traces of her
old fucked-up identity
Tallulah "Lou" Simms,
and she ditches the accent.
She gets an internship here
to target Joyce, her new mommy.
- I think you may have read
"Hollywood Babylon"
too many times, mate.
- Fair enough.
But the real problem,
Marty, is this.
I found Alex's phone.
Nick hacked it.
Guess where April was
the night Alex drowned.
- She was with me.
- Not at 1:42 a.m.
♪
She also bought drugs
the day before,
the same shit they found
in Alex's body.
♪
Should I keep going?
♪
I've already shared all this
with the cops, so
- You called the fucking police?
- I kind of did.
♪
- That feel good?
- I'll give you 100 bucks
for ten more minutes.
- Wow, 100 bucks.
You think I'm that cheap?
- [laughs]
- You give me 125,
and I'll do it.
- What?
- [chuckles]
- Awful.
- Why are you so happy?
- [chuckles] I don't know.
Bizarre, right?
Second trimester hormones maybe?
- You know, maybe it's because
you finally have it all.
- Hmm?
- You got the job.
You got the baby.
And you got
the super-fucking-hot husband.
[cell phone vibrating]
- [chuckles] Super fucking hot.
Ugh.
- Don't, don't.
Come on.
- Keep rubbing.
I'll drop down to 75.
Better be important.
- You sitting down?
- Excuse me, ma'am.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me, ma'am.
Sorry to bother you.
Detective Witter from the LAPD.
We need to speak to Lou Simms,
also goes
by the name April Mace.
- Uh, April Mace?
- Have you seen this woman?
- Uh, yes.
She lives here.
What unit?
[ominous music]
- I've changed all your
passcodes and contact info.
Her keycard's been deactivated.
Everyone's on alert.
- She's just a kid.
There's no way.
- We need to distance ourselves
from this, from her.
[knock at door]
- It's not possible.
- Joyce, she's a murder suspect.
She murdered Alex
premeditation.
Evidence is concrete.
[banging on door]
- Miss Mace?
It's Detective Witter
from the LAPD.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- The cops are gonna want
to sit down and speak with us.
This whole thing is gonna
fucking blow up.
- No, it's not.
She's just a nobody who maybe
killed another nobody.
Keep your head in the game.
♪
- Did you ever meet the girl
that worked for me Lou Simms?
♪
Wanted for murder
♪
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
♪
[creepy music]
♪
[helicopter blades whirring overhead]
♪
- Do you have any comment
on Lou Simms
being implicated in the death
of your old assistant
Alex Butler?
♪
- She was an intern.
Fountain employs hundreds.
I didn't know her well.
♪
I didn't know her.
I didn't know her.
- [inhales deeply, exhales shakily]
♪
- [screaming]