Follow Her

Did I say you could speak, weasel?

Are you going to behave?

I'm trying.

Liar!

Such a pity, Mr. Westley.

If only you had to approve.

Oh, you poor, pathetic man.

Oh, nobody loves you.

Time's up.

Take it out!

Ferry schedule, leaving Staten Island.

The next ferry leaving from Manhattan terminal

is in 20 minutes.

Okay, get out, I have to go.

- Wait. - No.

Please, just one more time.

No way, Jose.

Oh, my wife, she won't do this for me, please.

Oh.

It's just--

I would love to meet wife, man.

Please, I really need it.

No, but--

You owe me another 50 for going over.

Another 50?

I already gave you $400.

Hey, wait, wait, before you go could you hit me in the face?

Slap me real good.

Hey, I gotta get to my kid's recital, come...

Please, let me out of this!

A very good masochist.

Awfully nice guy.

Not creep.

Okay, so don't forget to subscribe

and join me next week for the next episode.

I love you, Jellybelly.

How long is this screen test?

Do you mind if I strap you down?

Gum commercial, huh?

Are you ready?

To be tortured?

Of course.

Fuck!

Okay!

You're liking this way too much.

Ladies, beware.

Unless, ya'll be into feather dusters in your armpit

and barbecue prongs in your groin.

That was 100%, bullshit!

But I got paid!

Oh God.

Okay.

Job was total BS, guy was harmless.

Okay, I'm coming!

Ah, damn feed you.

Ooh, tuna entree.

She knows you're hungry.

Here you go.

Dad's day today.

Yeah, me too.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, wake up, wake up!

Wake up!

Why does that keep happening?

Holy shit, Squeaks, we're in 12th place!

Holy shit.

Finally.

Five million followers.

Five million followers?

Huh?

What?

No, it's not.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, come on!

I swear to God.

That can't even happen.

Oh, my God.

I just posted my best episode,

and the dude's face is exposed.

Can you call me ASAP?

Exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark.

Okay.

Ah, I don't know what to do.

Please have a technician reach out ASAP.

Five business days, five business days?

Slate, please.

Hi, I'm Jess Peters.

I'm five-six.

Your role, and state that you're comfortable

with the explicit material in the scene.

I am auditioning for Girlfriend Two.

I'm auditioning for Girlfriend.

Okay.

I'm auditioning for Girlfriend Two.

And I am comfortable with the explicit nature of the scene.

Can I take it again?

Happy birthday!

Oh, what?

I can't believe you.

- Hey! - How are ya?

Aren't you a little old to have the pink hair?

Yeah, it's for a job.

Ah, a job?

Did you say a job?

Yeah, I have jobs, for my show.

Ah, huh.

And I almost...

Ah, nevermind.

How's your birthday?

Good.

Good, darling, darling, look who's here.

Oh, yes.

Hello, Jess.

Hello, Irina.

Where's Nathaniel?

He has his closing argument in the morning.

Look at this.

- Oh. - Happy birthday, Dad.

Um...

no cameras, no cell phones, no video.

Hello?

Which in your case means, no life.

Did you tell her?

- I will tell her. - Tell me what?

We've put an offer down on the house.

A second house?

It's upstate.

Oh, where?

Chappaqua.

Like a vacation home?

To live.

That's like three hours away.

You wanna move upstate?

We wanna sell the apartment.

What apartment?

The one you're living in.

Yeah.

Can we back this up a second?

I need to stop enabling you.

- Enabling me? - Yes.

Can we table this for later?

- My client is here. - Oh.

You just need to get a real job

and start paying real rent.

Yeah, I would love to.

But nobody can reasonably afford to live here

and still pursue their dreams.

Maybe you need to pursue another dream.

Right?

Toe tango?

What?

Yikes.

Pretend like you really like each other, okay?

Stare into each other's eyes, super lovey dovey.

Feel up each other.

How did I not get into the top 10?

Oh, who cares?

Says a girl who makes all her money off Live Hive.

You're right, I do.

Sorry, this last thing.

I don't know if I should do this job tomorrow.

Can you come with me?

I need a bodyguard.

And it's not gonna be sketchy?

It's outside.

It's a public park, upstate.

I will get our train tickets with the $14

that I made on monetization!

$14.

Okay, deal.

But only if you film me on the train.

Will you do that?

Yes.

But if you ditch me again, I'm doing it alone.

And that is dangerous 'cause I could die.

You could die. Okay.

I'm on my way to meet Tom B.

I'm going under the name Lucy Byers,

attractive female writer for erotic thriller

in the vein of Hitchcock.

Live inside the life of my lead female character

to help me write the ending to my film.

Writing experience is a must.

Will pay $1500, $100 cash upon arrival.