Entourage

- (FANFARE) - (HORSES NEIGHING)

- Cheers, baby. - Cheers.

So are we gonna talk about that?

- What? - That handcuff on your wrist.

Jesus, give me a break. It's a bracelet, that's all.

It's called the Love Bracelet though, right?

I don't know what it's called.

That's what it's called... a Cartier Love Bracelet.

Does this mean that Vince and Amanda are in love?

No, it means E knows way too much about jewelry.

Is that what it's called, Vince?

I don't know what it's called, Turtle.

All I know is you're annoying me.

Amanda got me a gift,

a very nice gift, and I happen to like it, all right?

So stay off my ass.

You guys are not gonna believe the luck of the Irish.

We've got a sure thing running in the fifth.

- Really? - Are you serious?

- How do you know, Drama? - Because I know the pony's granddad.

And in horseracing, as in life,

a good lineage is the surest way

to predict a fine performance.

Well, how come you're from Vince's lineage

and all your performances suck?

All right, Johnny, who's the granddaddy?

Kingmaker. Remember that name?

Kingmaker?

- No. - Who's that?

Come on, Kingmaker...

he came home for me at 10 to one at Belmont.

That's how I bought the Lincoln. Any of this ringing a bell?

- Not really. - No.

I thought you bought your Lincoln from selling weed at the high school.

- That rings a bell. - Whatever.

You guys wanna win some dough with me or not?

- Yes. - Obviously.

Definitely. But it's not till the fifth race, so can we do another shot?

You guys are doing shots at 10:30 in the morning?

Relax, kid. It's a holiday.

- What holiday is it? - Yom Kippur, retard.

Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot.

No wonder there was no traffic.

Hey, chief, can we get a couple shots of Cuervo over here, please?

Yeah. Coming up.

I hate this. I'm starving. - Now you know

what Mommy goes through every day to make a hot body for Daddy.

- Ari! - Daddy's just kidding, sweetie.

Sarah, we fast and make other important sacrifices today

to show God we're sorry for our sins.

- Daddy ate a breath mint. - What?

Now you're gonna have to atone for ratting Daddy out, baby.

What, do you think God wants my breath to smell?

Ari. - There he is, little Nicky Rubenstein.

- Sheila, how are you? Good to see you. - How are you doing?

- Happy new year. - Where's the old man?

He's on a plane to Colombia.

On the highest of holidays, would you believe?

Ma, stop. We've got enough stress today.

Your father's got $100 million in the bank. How much stress can you have?

Well, "Medallion"'s falling apart.

It's "Medellin," Mom. Why the fuck can't anyone pronounce it?

- Do not curse in the temple. - Excuse me. Benicio walked

and my father's trying to prevent the whole crew from doing the same.

He's been saying Benicio's gonna walk for weeks.

No, it's official. Check out "US Weekly." There's a picture of him

on a catamaran with some blonde bombshell in Anguilla.

- It was Antigua. - Antigua, Anguilla...

who the fuck cares?

- (ALL EXCLAIM) - All right, excuse me, excuse me.

The point is, Haggis is freaked, okay?

And Gatoff is giving us till sundown tonight

to find a replacement or he's gonna shut the whole thing down.

I hear Cruise is going for 10¢ on the dollar.

No no no no. I want your boy, Ari. I want Vince.

- He's not my boy anymore. - Then put me on the phone with him,

'cause this girl's agency is closed for the fucking holiday.

Ari doesn't have a phone, Nick. It's Yom Kippur.

Nick doesn't either because I frisked him before we walked out.

Look, since you won't commission Vince on this, commission us, okay?

The back end could be huge.

Jesus Christ, it is Yom Kippur.

And look who just said "Jesus Christ." Your father agreed to this?

I know that you know I speak for the family.

Now come on, help a fellow member of the tribe.

Ari.

My hands are tied, Nick. I can't do it.

- Not today. No business. - Thank you.

50 to one... that's your sure thing?

The bigger the odds, the bigger the payday.

I'm in for a G.

A G? Are you out of your fucking mind?

- Trust me. - I'm putting in five bucks, that's it.

- Yeah, I'm good for 10. - Pussies.

Are you really feeling this, Johnny?

Yeah, they're underestimating him, bro, just like they did his granddad.

And you remember what he got us? The Lincoln, baby.

Remember all the good times we had in that car?

First Knick game we ever went to was in that car.

- First Giants game too. - First trip to A.C. Also.

We never took the Lincoln to A.C.

You might have been out of town, Johnny.

Jesus Christ, who drove?

What's the difference? Come on, we're in.

Well, it's only money. I'm good for five Gs.

Five Gs? (WHISTLES)

We're all gonna get rich today, baby.

But let me go first. I don't want you guys fucking up my odds.

Look at this.

What is this, a drunk dial, Ari?

Sorry, E, the Manischewitz is not flowing till sundown.

- What do you want? - I have an offer. Are you interested?

Yeah. Call our agent.

Ironic that on my people's holiday

I'm working and she's not. Such is life.

So call her tomorrow.

Benicio just quit "Medellin" officially.

They want Vince but they need him fast.

- Says who? - Phil Rubenstein.

I'm standing right next to his son/co-producer right now.

- Nick, say hello. - Hello, E.

- Hey, Nick. - We want Vince. This is no bullshit.

What's going on?

Ari's with Phil Rubenstein's son Nick right now.

They want you to do "Medellin."

This is the third time Ari has promised you this movie, E.

Yeah, but this time it's real.

By the way, this is also the third time

you promised me that you guys would stop talking to him.

We're not talking to him. We're talking to Nick Rubenstein.

Ari represents him. It's not our fault.

No, I guess not. But I guess it's my problem.

So what, I'm supposed to just show up at a temple

on the most religious day of the year to discuss business?

You're not just showing up. They're expecting you. They're gonna meet you

in the alley behind the southern entrance next to the dumpsters.

What, should I bring a gun too? Come on, Eric, this is absurd.

- What's she saying? - She doesn't want to go to temple.

- Let me talk to her. - She'll go to temple for Vince.

She'd go to the Gaza Strip in a yarmulke for Vince.

You realize that this has to be locked down by sunset, right?

Yes, Eric, I heard you, and I will meet them anywhere else.

- Amanda. - Put Vince on.

- Can I talk to her? - Why did you want me to call her?

I didn't want you to feel left out of the process. Come on.

This is not a good situation, Vince.

- Hello. - Hey, Vince.

Okay, it's Yom Kippur. This is ridiculous.

I know, I know.

I know.

Looks like you're the third wheel now, huh, E?

A tiny little spare wheel.

Oh, there he is.

We love you, King!

Aw, he looks out of shape. - What are you talking about?

Look at those glutes. Fucking beautiful.

Do you wanna win money on him or fuck him, Drama?

Don't talk uncivilized at the track, E.

What'd she say?

It's all good. She's heading to temple now.

That was a sure thing.

This will be the easiest paycheck you ever made,

except for that stint at Spearmint Rhino.

Stop wasting time, Ari. You've got a lot of begging for God's forgiveness

- to go back to. Okay, look,

Amanda, I spoke to the big studio chief

this morning, okay? And he's prepared to meet Vince's quote.

Great. Then this should be easy.

Fantastic. So we've got a deal at three mil.

Um, no, because Vince's quote is six mil.

S-six?

What's the matter, Ari, short-term memory loss?

- Ari, is it six? - Yeah, Nick, it's six.

I should know, I got it there.

Okay, are we doing a deal or talking about glory days?

I could swear my father said it was three.

Whatever. Deal. It's a deal. We'll do it at six.

Great. Have Arthur sign off, call me, and we're closed.

Done. We get Vince on the plane tonight, dot the "I's" in the morning, yes?

Uh, no. Arthur calls first.

- Uh, Amanda... - (MEN LAUGH)

...Amanda, Arthur Gatoff is a very religious man. It's Yom Kippur.

The man doesn't even let his kid go to Les Deux on Friday night.

I give you the Rubenstein family word we have a deal at six.

The Rubenstein family word?

That is really reassuring, Nick.

Wow. Okay, Amanda, we've changed, all right?

Neither one of us has had a sip in over a year.

Here's my number. The phone will be on all day.

Mom told me to find you.

You did. I'm in the bathroom. I'm not feeling well.

I'm on my hands and knees. I'm very sick right now, honey.

You want me to lie?!

That is the beauty of Yom Kippur...

as long as you apologize by sundown, doesn't matter what you do.

Now go. I'll be back soon.

What the fuck are we gonna do?

Let's go get Gatoff.

He's at Wilshire Orthodox. It's two miles away. You got a car?

- No. You? - No. Call a cab?