Look, Barry got the stash house!
Now Cristobal will come here to US.
"Eh, you took my fucking stash house.
I'm going to slit your fucking throats."
And we will be waiting for him.
Yes, because they are short, right.
_
Here, it's all in the book. Gene's teachings changed my life.
Here.
- What's this? - Money, from the stash house.
Count it out, this is your half.
What's up, dude?
What the fuck are they doing here?
You said you needed more manpower for a bum rush.
- Get out of the car, Chris. - What? Why? Whoa...
Get out of the fucking car.
Whoa, dude, dude, dude!
Taylor, they're already here! The plane's already here!
Taylor, stop!
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Oh, wow.
That was a rough one.
These little planes...
Hey.
You're not gonna believe this.
The pilot is from the same village as my grandfather in Bolivia.
It's fucking crazy, right? Whoo!
Whoa. What happened?
I've only been here for two minutes. You already shoot someone?
A bum rush?
Ver por ellos! Go, go.
_
Soldados?
Give me your phone.
Okay, Goran.
Here is all of Vacha's things.
Maybe we donate tools to local veterinarian.
Throw them out.
Oh. We having guests?
I'm putting this out for when fucking cops come to ask me questions.
You want I should go get a Babka, huh?
Maybe two babkas?
Don't get cinnamon kind.
Makes me sneeze.
Hello?
Hey. Goran.
Yes?
Oh, man, it's Cristobal.
Sifuentes. From Bolivia?
How are you?
I am okay.
It's Cristobal.
- How is he still alive? - Shh.
Cristobal, how are you?
Well, complicated question, you see.
Uh, I flew in because my guys said you took my stash house.
And just now, two military guys tried to kill me.
Two?
Was Barry working with someone?
I hope this aggression isn't just about business.
If you wanted in on my stash house, all you had to do was call me.
- Is he angry? - I can't tell.
You know I have been a fan of yours for a while.
Like when you sent me that bullet via DHL,
I was like, wow!
This guy, he is next level.
Listen, I know how hard it is...
to break into Los Angeles, but you and I, we should be working together.
Not against each other, no?
What's happening?
He is super nice guy.
- That's great. - We fucked up.
Cristobal, it, uh...
it seems I got some bad information.
Uh, I was told I had to attack you
because you were bloodthirsty maniac.
Wha...
Whoever told you that... is just wrong.
We need to kill Fuches.
I mean, you just assume that I am this...
mean guy, without ever meeting me?
How... Listen, do you know the book The Four Agreements?
Hm? You owe it to yourself. It is life-changing.
Agreemant three in the book:
"Don't make assumptions."
Don't make assumptions.
Is that from The Four Agreements? Such a great book.
Maybe we could, uh, take two step backward,
start over, hm?
I wish we could, but...
you killed a bunch of my guys,
so now I have to kill a bunch of your guys.
You know how this shit goes.
Men I just sent are dead, yes?
Barry's dead?
The same military guy you just kill,
he kill few of my guys too, so...
maybe we are now all even Kevin.
If only, man.
Agreement one in the book is:
"Be impeccable with your word."
I have to back my people here.
So...
Yeah.
It's a war now.
War?
This is...
really not good news for me.
_
- Quien eres? - Fucking Christ.
All right, hey. Hey, man.
Quien eres? Para quien trabajas?
Chris...
Chris, shoot him.
Diga me! Estas muerto.
Chris, he radios his buddies, we're dead.
Chris, do it, now.
Chris. Chris!
Chris! Chris!
Chris!
Come on, let's go.
Oh, shit...
Chris. Chris? Hey, hey. We gotta go.
We gotta go, come on. No, no, no.
Pick that up. Pick that up. We'll get rid of it, come on.
Fuck.
This is Noho Hank.
Hey, bud.
Uh, Barry hasn't called you
to tell you how the job went yet, has he?
Because, you know, he usually calls me
and I haven't heard from him.
Did Barry do this job with someone else?
A military buddy, perhaps?
Maybe. Why?
Because if he did,
Barry's dead.
What?
Yeah.
I hasn't really hit me yet.
Super broken up about it.
Just a big kick in the balls.
Fuches?
Are you there?
You killed a bunch of my guys,
so now I have to kill a bunch of your guys.
You know how this shit goes.
Men I just sent are dead, yes?
Yeah.
The same military guy you just kill,
he kill few of my guys too, so...
maybe we are now all even Kevin.
Military?
Agreement one in the book is:
"Be impeccable with your word."
Mm.
I have to back my people here,
so, ha, ha, yeah, it's a war now.
War?
This is really not good news for me.
You know, if you wish-list The Four Agreements on Amazon,
I'll buy it for you. You really never read it, huh?
My wife gave me Mars/Venus book...
Okay, there's about ten more minutes of discussion,
of The Four Agreements and other self-help books,
many of which are terrific.
There's no shame in seeking help, is my point.
Anyway, it's all in the transcript.
The upshot is, we are looking for two DBs
at some sort of airstrip,
one or both possible military,
and I guarantee you,
one of them is our Bigfoot here.
Detective Moss, would you like to...
Okay, apparently we're done.
Barry, where the fuck have you been?
You look like shit.
The cops came and they found money hidden in the theater,
and they shot a guy. They think Ryan was involved with the mob!
What?
Also, we changed the scene. I'm Macbeth and your line is different.
What?
"I have almost forgot
"the taste of fears.
"The time has been my senses would have cooled.
"To hear a night-shriek,
"and my fell of hair would at...
At a dismal treat... treatise..."
There's no way that was Ryan's money.
He borrowed money from me like 15 times.
Right? And if he had all that cash, why wouldn't he take new head-shots?
Exactly! Hello! His have bangs.
"...would at a dismal treatise,
rouse and stir, as life were in it..."
Fuck!
Sorry.
Um, I just...
Gene, I could really use some direction here.
It, uh, to use the technical term,
sucks.
So why don't we just go back to Lady Macbeth,
and just chalk it up to overreach.
No!
I'm playing Macbeth.
"I have supped..."
Chris, you gotta stop calling me, man.
I need to talk to you, man.
Y-you... Okay, listen. You need to relax and stop calling me.
"...familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
cannot once start me."
Chill the fuck out, okay?
"Cannot once start me!"
Shit, I gotta go.
"My Queen, the Lord... My... my...
My Lord, the Queen is dead!"
That's not the... I can't. I just, I can't.
I'm sorry, sorry. I just got the line. Sorry.
That's not the fucking line!
All right, everybody, let's take a tight five.
I'm talking a tight five!
Nick!
Well, that was something.
You came charging out there, huh?
Equal parts loud and raw.
Your eyes as big as saucers.
A little blood in your hair. That's a nice touch.
Are you on drugs, Barry?
Because getting clean is an important part of an actor's journey.
A little story to illustrate.
I was doing Long Day's Journey Into Night at the Pasadena Playhouse
with a bunch of coke-heads.
It's usually about a three-hour play.
We could bring it in just under 37 minutes.
We thought we were great.
Apparently we were unintelligible.
It was the beginning of the bad years, Barry. I don't know, I...
Mr. Cousineau, I'm... I'm not on drugs.
- You're not? - No.
Well, then, that's very bad news for you.
Because it's one line, Barry.
And if tonight, you're not high
and you can't handle one fucking line,
then maybe this... is not for you.
- _ - Hmm.
Who doesn't have a freaking Facebook page?
- Hey. - What?
Lancaster Sheriff's got a shot-up car near an airstrip.
Two DBs, both Marines.
Let me guess. One of them's this guy.
No, but it you'd have been right,
that would have been really cool.
Okay, name is Taylor Garrett.
Six feet, 415.
He's a real hot-head.
Has some 390s,
- drunk in public, - Mm-hmm.
punched a guy in a bar once, broke his jaw.
This is the same brick as at the theater.
Same... exact... amount.
They split it.
So, this guy and Ryan...
were working together.
Okay, just slow down.
We need to connect them to each other.
Well, I'd say that's a connection,
wouldn't you?
He couldn't have been more than 5
the first time I saw his dumb face.
Sweetest kid you ever seen.
I went to the store this morning...
to buy a Babka,
two Babka,
and... I saw a man there,
and just for a second,
I thought...
Barry?
But it was not him.
It was not Barry.
You know, he never got a chance to apologize to me.
And now...
too late.
So, ahem, where are we after all this? We good?
Well, to be honest...
Goran is very upset you told him
to start war with Bolivians,
who, PS,
are just off-the-charts nice guys.
So... no matter where you go,
we will find you and kill you.
Dude...
Taylor and Vaughan, they're...
They're dead, they're fucking dead.
Yeah, just relax. Relax, okay?
We just... We just...
We just l-l-left their bodies out there.
What do I... What do I do...
Next time I see Vaughan's girlfriend, huh?
- What the fuck do I say? - Don't say anything.
All right? Don't say anything.
We're just gonna lay low, man. Just be quiet, all right?
- I killed a guy. - Right.
I-I...
I-I-I was never...
in the shit, you know?
I was in logistics, okay, logistics!
I never shot anyone!
Well, you had to.
I didn't even want to do it.
You know, you made me do it!
Chris...
You need to relax.
Okay?
Listen, I...
I think we need to go to the cops.
- Jesus Christ. - Okay, we can... we can tell them
that it was self-defense.
You know, that they attacked us.
Who are they gonna believe? We're Marines, you know?
We're, we're... They're criminals!
What do you think we were doing out there?
What do you think I do for a living, Chris?
The guys I work for,
they're already pissed at me because I fucked this job up.
They sent a guy out to kill me, all right?
What we need to do, is we need to relax,
- not do anything, lay low. - No, I can't!
I can't! I cannot live like this, okay?
We could go to jail!
No, the only way anyone's going to jail is if you go to the cops, all right?
These people I work for...
they'll... they'll go after your family.
They'll go after your wife.
They'll go after your kid.
They'll kill them.
So, I think the best thing for us...
is to be quiet...
and safe.
Okay, what if I just turn myself in?
They wouldn't know anything about you.
- We're linked! - Nothing about you.
We're linked on Facebook, Chris.
I met your wife. You go to the cops,
they'll figure it out, they'll find me.
No, they won't, because they won't know anything!
They'll find out about me, about Fuches, about the acting class.
Everyone will be dead, Chris!
Well, I don't fucking care, Barry!
I killed a guy, okay?
Now, you might be cool with this shit, but I'm not!
I got a wife and I got a kid, okay,
and... and she fucking knew, she knew!
She knew something was up when I came home, she knew it!
And then I lied to her and I told her that I was...
I was going to the gym just now,
but when I go back, she's gonna know.
She's gonna know something is up, okay,
and it's gonna come out.
So that's it.
That's it, okay?
That's it, I'm going to the cops,
and I'm gonna tell them everything.
And if... If I gotta do some time,
fine.
But I'm coming clean.
Why did you say that?
Why did you Facebook me, dude?
You're a fucking hit man,
and then you fucking Facebooked me?
Why did you just say that?!
I told you to get out of the car, man.
You know what?
It's cool.
I can... keep quiet.
I'm cool.
And I-I didn't tell my wife...
you know, that... that I was going to the gym.
I told her that I was...
coming to see you.
I know you're not gonna...
do anything crazy, Barry.
I know you're a good guy.
So, I'm gonna... I'm gonna drop you off.
And then, I am... I am gonna keep
my fat trap shut.
And then, you know, I promise you,
- no one will ever know any... - Wait, wait, wait!
All right, hi.
What a pleasure. I think there are some seats over there.
Many men making much money. Many men making much money.
Many men making much...
- money. - Money.
All right everyone, let's focus. Bring it in.
Bring it in. All right, listen.
It's two minutes until curtain.
Two minutes.
It is a veritable who's who of Hollywood out there.
The "red-headed reader" from ICM,
and Daniel Meldman from Gersh.
He came?
All right, now, listen. I wish you Godspeed.
I wish you courage.
Loud, fast and keep going!
- Hands in! - Guys.
One, two, three...
Cousineau!
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome.
Recently, our dear friend Ryan Madison
was taken away from us too soon.
Because of this,
all of the proceeds from tonight's show
will go towards the fight against violence.
What?
Alapse, poor...
Fuck. Forgot my line.
Cous, I'm gonna come back in.
You guys, fucking Barry couldn't be bothered to show up.
I need someone to do his stupid part.
Is there any way one of you could help me, please?
We have a saying in Italy:
You make-a your bed.
I have supped...
full with horrors.
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts!
Cannot...
once...
start me.
The Queen, My Lord,
is dead.
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day...
- No one will ever know... - Wait, wait, wait!
- You're here! - Where is everybody?
And you're not in costume!
Fuck it!
I'm supposed to wear a costume?
We're up.
Here. Here, put this on, it's something.
Come on, it's places. Now!
Barry. Barry. Look at me. Look at me.
Here's what's happening.
Do you see that guy out there on his phone?
That's Daniel Meldman, from Gersh.
I invited him, and he came.
He was Emma Stone's agent before she got too big for him and fired him.
Look, he's here to see me, but if I don't do well, it's over for me.
He'll never sign me, I'll never get him to work for me,
and I'll certainly never get to fire him, so...
please, please, please,
just give me something
to work with.
Can you do that?
I'm sorry. What?
Fuck!
Just... Whatever.
What?
Well, Puck just took a big dump out there. That guy sucks.
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been, my senses would have cooled.
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair...
My Lord, the Queen is dead...
Fuck!
My Lord, the Queen is dead.
Hello?
Yes.
What?
- Mom! - Fuck!
Stop, stop, stop.
- Stop, stop. - Mom!
- Chris! - Fuck!
Yes? When?
Hello?
...cannot once start me.
My Lord...
the Queen is dead.
Uh...
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow...
and tomorrow,
and tomorrow.
Creeps in this petty pace
from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time.
Atta girl.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools...
the way to dusty death.
Out.
Out, brief candle.
Life's but a walking shadow...
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury...
signifying nothing.
Bravo!
Whoo!
Yeah!
Barry!
Bravo!
I just saw you go to a place tonight
I have never seen before.
I don't know if you can do it again,
but it was amaz...
Okay, I see you're still in that place.
I'm going to leave you to your process.
You know, I have a few notes.
They can wait till Monday.
Sasha!
- That'll work for me. - Really?
Yeah. I'll tell you what. Why don't you...
give me a call, and we'll set up a meeting.
- All right? - I will.
- Thank you! - You're welcome.
Thank you so much. Thank you for coming.
You bet.
Oh, my God, Barry.
Daniel Meldman, from Gersh.
He told me to call him.
He said, he said, he said, "There's a lot to work with there."
Barry, thank you.
Thank you for doing that for me.
Oh, my God, that was amazing!
I didn't even have to act!
You just gave it to me, everything I needed.
God, you were so...
generous.
That was acting, Barry.
You are a real actor.
- I am? - Yes!
I mean...
whatever you did tonight to get to that place,
that's your new process, okay?
All you have to do is do that every time.
I'm gonna go change.
We're all going for drinks.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you, Barry.
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