Swimming with Sharks (2022) s01e06 Episode Script

1
- Oh, good morning, George.
I've never seen you looking
better.
- Wait till I turn around.
How do I look now?
- Well
you look better
than you looked before.
- Well, I'm surprised,
because before you really saw
my best side.
- Oh.
- Hasn't the boss
a great sense of humor?
- Just the greatest.
- [snoring lightly]
- Very funny, Ronnie.
- George, look
at how wonderful you look.
- Holy shit.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
- I'm being framed
by the same person
who blackmailed you
Joyce's old assistant.
- How did you get in here?
- He's planning to release
footage to Deadline
of Joyce saying you raped her.
- Get the fuck out of my house.
- Please.
He's trying to destroy you
destroy the studio.
- You know how many times
little twats like him
have tried to destroy me?
My lawyer's will crush him.
- I need you to protect me.
Tell Joyce I didn't do
anything wrong.
- Why would I do that?
- Maybe I could do something
for you.
- Oh, God.
You and Joyce
the two of you are cut
from the same cloth.
[dramatic music]
Fucking me
was how she came to be.
- You raped her.
- She raped me.
- You're disgusting!
Don't talk about her like that.
- I can't be all
that disgusting.
You just offered
to suck my cock.
♪
So suck it
and get the fuck out of here
before I call the cops.
♪
What do you think you're going
to do with that, little girl?
- And you might give me
a substantial
[thunder booms]
♪
- [choking]
♪
[ominous music]
♪
[dark, solemn music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[phone vibrating]
♪
- You have any idea?
- You were fucking her.
What do you think?
- Hey.
I never touched her.
- Just need to get through
this next week,
handle the media onslaught.
- I'll take care of it.
- Can you tell when was
the last time you saw her?
- Yesterday at the office.
- You obviously stand
to gain a lot
from Mr. Isaacson's death.
You ever talk with her
about that?
- Absolutely not.
- What was her relationship
with Mr. Isaacson?
- I have no idea.
- An assistant going
the extra mile?
- We ask a lot
of our staff here.
Murder's not on the list.
- Were you two close?
- From what I understand,
the girl had emotional issues
predating her time at Fountain.
- We're gonna need access
to your staff.
- Of course.
How far along are you?
- Almost six months.
You?
- Three and a half.
- You didn't answer my question.
- I'm sorry?
- Were you and Ms. Simms close?
♪
[siren wailing]
♪
- Promise?
♪
- [breathing deeply]
♪
[seagulls crying]
[soft music]
♪
- Beachcomber found it.
♪
He likes to go out after a
storm, see what washes ashore.
- What about the girl?
- Ah, nothing yet.
With those tides,
her body is probably halfway
to Mexico.
- You think she's dead?
- You know how many drownings
we have out here?
And that's on sunny, calm days.
She would've been fucking nuts
to go out in that storm
last night.
- She's killed two people.
I think we've established that.
[music darkens]
♪
- The search continues
for 22-year-old Lou Simms,
suspected of murdering
Fountain Picture's
Redmond Isaacson.
both: Presumed dead,
Simms also goes
by the name April Mace.
- Isaacson was brutally murdered
in his Holmby Hills estate
in April.
- The suspect is considered
armed and dangerous.
[voices overlapping]
♪
[I Break Horses' "Death Engine"]
♪
- I texted Emilie to get us
options for the premiere
Thursday night.
What do you want to wear?
- You choose.
♪
I want to fuck tonight.
- And you walk so slowly ♪
- [chuckles]
- You think that's funny?
- I think that's cute.
- I wasn't going for cute.
- Really?
♪
- Really.
- Mm.
- You're a slow
death engine ♪
Running on a suicide ♪
♪
[moaning]
[gasping]
- [grunts]
- [gasping]
♪
[dark music]
♪
- I see you.
[unsettling music]
♪
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, what's up?
- Print looks great.
Meredith's really happy.
- [chuckles] that's a first.
- You nervous?
- Never.
Hey, Marty.
[sighs] Thank you
for standing by me
all these years.
I really appreciate
your loyalty.
- Yeah, of course.
I'll see you soon.
- All right, see you later.
♪
[sighs]
♪
- [chuckles]
Ready?
♪
- Ready.
♪
[soft music]
♪
[camera shutters
clicking, instinct chatter]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[camera shutters clicking]
[dark music]
♪
- Hello, everybody.
This is Mrs. Norman Maine.
[sweeping music]
♪
[cheers and applause]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Is that her?
♪
That should be you down there.
♪
[dog whimpers]
- Hey.
- Hi. You want to go outside?
Huh? Good boy, come here.
Somebody's got to go pee.
I'll be right back, baby.
- Okay, honey.
[sighs]
- You look so beautiful
pregnant.
[ominous music]
♪
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I had
to be there tonight.
♪
The movie
it was everything
we hoped it'd be.
- How'd you get into my house?
- Oh, I've been here before.
Miles wasn't very discreet
about the hidden key.
Don't worry.
I wouldn't let him touch me.
I may be the only girl in town
with that distinction.
♪
Sit, sit, sit.
You shouldn't be standing
in your condition.
- Please, please.
Okay.
♪
What do you want from me, Lou?
♪
- I guess I'm confused.
♪
I need clarity.
I did everything for you.
♪
Hooked up with Meredith
so you could get your books,
gave you the only thing
you wanted more than anything,
eliminated the man
who raped you
the only one left
who could take it all away.
♪
And you repay me
by getting rid of me?
Walking around with that piece
of shit on your arm
at our movie premiere?
- Listen to me.
- Saying in the press
that you didn't know me?
♪
Didn't
know me?
- Listen to me.
- I did everything
for you.
♪
[door opens]
Speak of the devil.
Oh, hey, little man.
♪
Hi, Miles.
- Did you let her in?
- No.
- Get the fuck out of our house.
- Last time I was here
you wanted me to come.
♪
And I love how you say
"our house"
like your shitty art paid
for any of this.
- Fuck you.
I'm calling the police.
- You really want the mother
of your child
spending the rest
of her life in jail?
[line trilling]
I wonder if the baby
will look more like me
or Miles.
Let's hope for her sake, me.
- Please tell me you didn't.
♪
- When were you gonna
tell him, Joyce?
- No, no, no, no, no.
What the fuck, huh?
- I couldn't do it
with a stranger.
- So you did it with her?
- Please, you wouldn't have
been my first choice either.
- Are are are you stupid?
Are you fucking insane?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Is that how you talk
to someone you supposedly love?
- Oh, shut the fuck up.
You know nothing about
♪
- About love?
♪
I know about love.
- Lou, put the gun down.
- I came here for her.
[suspenseful music]
- Lou, put the gun down.
- For us.
- Yeah, you think
she fucking loves you?
- Put the gun down.
- She doesn't care about you.
- Stop talking!
- She doesn't care about me.
She doesn't fucking love you.
- Stop talking.
- She used you.
- Listen to me.
Stop!
- That's what she did.
- Stop it!
- She got exactly
what she wanted.
She has no use for either
one of us anymore.
- Lou, listen to me.
He's not worth it.
Put the gun down.
♪
- You masturbate
with your right hand, yes?
- [groaning] Fuck!
[groans]
- Don't you fuck up her floors!
- It's over, you crazy bitch.
- It's over when I fucking say
it's over!
- Lou!
- Miles.
Miles, baby.
- I just wanted you to love me.
Everyone I love leaves me.
Don't leave me.
- I told you this place
would destroy you
if you didn't get out.
[dramatic music]
♪
Get out while you still can.
♪
- We'll always be together.
- Why are you letting me go?
- Because I see you, April.
♪
[door slides open]
♪
- [panting]
♪
If you want a happy ending
♪
That depends, of course,
on where you stop your story.
[mountain lion snarls]
♪
[breathing shakily]
But maybe it's not
about the happy ending.
♪
Maybe it's just about the story.
There are stories of love
inspiring success
Over the most insurmountable
of odds
- We're gonna move
to Hollywood one day.
- Promise?
- Promise.
♪
- Empowering stories
where we live happily ever after
and love never dies.
♪
This
is not one of those stories.