(murmuring)
- Remember to breath, remember to breathe,
remember to breath.
(birds chirping)
Honestly, thank you.
Thank you so much.
This means so much to me.
You know, this is all, this is all I was ever good at.
This is all, this is all I ever wanted.
Yeah, that's good.
All I ever wanted to do was was create,
was share the great, the great, oh wow, I'm so humbled.
It's such an honor to be up here.
I didn't even, I didn't even prepare anything.
I didn't even prepare anything.
The car is not here, it's at my old address, yeah.
Look, it's fine.
It's fine, I called a Lyft already.
No, no, don't, don't get anyone in trouble.
Just relay to the niece that I don't want to be photographed
coming out of a fucking minivan
on the most important night of my life, okay?
(upbeat music)
(car hooting)
- Look at this fucking guy.
Look at that asshole.
Go, go.
(music in the car stereo)
Hey, you're that actor?
- Yeah, I'm an actor.
- Holy shit.
So are we?
We're going? - Yeah.
- Fucking hell, we're going to the Emmys.
Holy shit, man, are you nominated?
- I am nominated, yes.
- Oh my God.
- Yeah.
- Emmys, wow, hope we win.
- Yeah, me too.
But I mean, it's really, it's an honor just to be nominated.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
(phone ringing)
- I'm sorry.
- You can get it if you need to.
- Really? - Yes, absolutely, feel free.
- Okay.
Yeah.
- [Leah] People are fucking mean.
- Leah, put him on the phone.
Leah, put him on the phone.
- [Josh] Fuck you.
- Jesus Christ, sorry.
- [Josh] She fucking cheated on me, man.
- Josh, I can't do this right now I'm going to the Emmys.
- [Josh] You're going to the Emmys?
- Yes.
- [Josh] What are you doing going to the Emmys?
- I'm driving an actor.
- [Josh] Which actor?
- He's been in a lot of stuff,
you'd know him if you saw him.
Look, I can't get into this with you right now.
Josh, I can't get any problems right now.
- You can, it's okay.
- Really? - Really talk to him.
- Really?
- [Josh] Who's that?
Who the fuck is that?
- That's the actor.
- [Josh] Am I on fucking speaker phone right now?
- Well, I'm driving, what would you like me to do?
- [Josh] Come on, you're supposed
to protect my anonymity, man.
- He doesn't know who you are.
- I didn't hear anything.
- He didn't hear anything.
- [Josh] You really did,
you heard me crying like a bitch, man,
- No, I didn't, I'm not here.
- [Josh] You are here.
- [Leah] Get out.
- [Josh] Shut the fuck up.
- Josh, dude, hey.
- [Josh] I'm gonna fucking kill myself, man.
(Josh speaking indistinctly)
- What are you doing?
Stop talking like that, Leah!
Hello?
Goddamn it!
Fuck.
Sorry, I picked up the fucking phone.
Hey, check out this craftsman right here on the corner.
Look at those rafter tails, huh?
Stunning.
- Should we, should we call the police?
- No, they'll call the police.
Or the neighbors will call the police, don't worry about it.
- Did I make that situation worse somehow?
- It was pretty fucking bad to begin with.
I wouldn't beat yourself up, you're going to the Emmys.
Get your head in the game, did you write a speech?
- No I. - Practice your speech.
- I think we should go there.
- What are you talking about, man?
We're going to be late for the Emmys.
- I know, but I really wouldn't feel comfortable
unless I knew those two were okay.
- Dude, they live in Echo Park, don't worry about it.
- It's okay, just go there.
I'll give you the cash for the fare.
- Cash? - Yeah.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, I really think we should go.
- Goddamn it.
Listen, do me a favor, buckle up.
(tires screeching)
(birds chirping)
(phone vibrating)
(indistinct speaking)
Hey, all good.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- He's okay? - Yeah.
I totally calmed them down, they're going to be fine.
You were right, it was a good thing we came.
- Good, great, well, I'm glad I could help.
- Hey, let's go win an Emmy.
- Okay.
- You son of a, fucking take him with you.
Get him the fuck out of here.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- Get the fucking crazy bitch away from me, man.
- Jesus, get in the car.
- Oh, hey, what's going on, man?
- Hi.
- How's it going, man?
- We were really worried about you, Josh.
- You know my name, man, that's so fucking cool, man.
- What are you telling him?
What are you talking about here?
- Fuck you. - Fuck you.
- Get the fuck out of here, Leah.
What's the fucking name, I know your face, man.
- It's Fin.
- Fin, right?
You were in that movie with Brad Pitt, right?
- I am yeah.
- That was fucking awesome, man.
What are you guys best friends?
- What the fuck is going on in here.
Oh fucking move over!
What the fuck is happening right now?
- He's a fucking actor, man
and he's fucking worried about me, man.
- You think he's worried about you?
- Yeah. - He's acting you idiot.
- He's acting. - Fuck you.
- He's not fucking worried about you.
No one's worried about you.
- Actually, I am, I am worried about him.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- I'm Leah. - Yeah.
- Stop flirting with him.
- I'm not fucking flirting with him.
- You are little bit, go in the fucking house.
- Yeah, get the fuck out of here.
- [Leah] Fuck you. - [Josh] Fuck you.
- Get out of the car.
- I'm not getting out of the car.
- Who the fuck did you cheat on me with?
- Tell him.
Just tell him.
- Tell me what?
- We fucked.
(birds chirping)
- We made love, I'm sorry.
- We fucked.
- Get in the house.
- I'm not getting in the fucking house.
- Come on. - It was two months ago,
the last time that you broke into my house
and he came over and he was calm and he was strong
and he knows how to take care of me, okay?
- I'll fucking show you strong.
I'll fucking stab right off my fucking neck, man.
- What are you doing?
Honestly, fucking do it.
- I will. I will.
I would like for you to do it actually.
- I'll fucking do it, man
- What if I call Brad?
- What if I call Brad Pitt?
Would that, would that help?
Pitt, he could try to tell you not to kill yourself.
- Yeah.
- Cool, cool, cool.
- Do you have anyone else's number?
- Shut the fuck up. - Shut the fuck up.
- Don't, stop it.
- Don't fucking tell me what to do, man.
You my girlfriend, man.
- One time, man, I'm sorry.
- Three time thing.
- Was it three times?
- Yeah.
- Three fucking times!
- Numbers aren't important.
- Fuck!
You're my fucking sponsor, man.
- I'm sorry, dude.
- Fuck you, man, I'm doing it, man.
I'm going to do it, I'll fucking do it, man.
- Don't do it.
Look, you're real.
Okay, not like me.
For me it's all fake.
It's all nothing.
I'm just a shell.
I'm a husk.
I'm a laminate veneer.
My pain is pretend pain your pain is real pain.
Let me have it. Let me...
Let me shoulder it for just a minute.
Josh, let go of your pain and give some of it to me.
Will you give it to me?
Please?
Thank you.
- What's that from, man?
- It's not from anything.
I was trying to just be genuine.
- That was really good.
- That was fucking awesome.
- Great, and it was great.
- I was just trying to help.
- [Josh] Thank you, man.
- Yeah, are you okay?
- Yeah, that was the best thing
anybody's ever done for me, man.
- What are you talking about, I paid for your detox.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you. - Fuck you.
- [Leah] Shut up.
- Listen, let's get him to the Emmys.
Guys, go please.
- No, I'm not going, what?
- Please, get out.
- Well, fuck you. - You too.
- I'm not fucking moving.
- You guys aren't fighting for the fucking Emmys.
- I'm going for the ride.
- You're in your pajamas, get in the...
- Who the fuck cares.
(All speaking drowning each other)
- Fuck you.
- I'm sick of you men telling me what to do.
- Let's all go.
Yeah, let's all go.
We should really probably go.
(upbeat music)