The Studio

Yo! Dave Franco here.

Hi! I'm a little fucked up

but I'm gonna do my best to recap the last episode

because a lot of shit's gone down.

So the gang is pumped to be in Vegas for CinemaCon,

which is like a big convention

where the studios present their movies and shit, when suddenly

Griffin tells Matt that Continental is gonna be bought by fucking Amazon

and they're gonna lose their jobs, man.

But if they fucking crush the presentation

they can stop the sale and save their jobs.

Matt throws a wicked party

where Zoë Kravitz and the gang do way too many shrooms,

especially Griffin who's so fucked up it's fucking scary, man.

So they got to sober him up before the presentation

but they lose his ass at the casino.

And if anyone finds him all fucked up,

especially entertainment journalist Matt Belloni,

they'll be fucking fucked.

Patty ends up finding him.

But she doesn't know about the sale to Amazon

so she calls Belloni to come see Griffin all messed up

so she can get revenge on him for firing her.

Now, listen, I gotta hit the tables and win tons of fucking money

'cause I can count cards and shit from those magic movies I was in.

So enjoy the fucking episode! Vegas, baby!

Aren't we sexy?

- Look over here. Play to camera. - Wow.

- Look at you. You're kinda hot. - Hi.

- Patty, meet Aphrodite. Aphrodite, Patty. - Yeah.

Get to know each other. Maybe we could do a threesome.

Could do.

Wouldn't you like that?

- Foreplay! Yeah! - Foreplay. Don't forget the foreplay.

Hey!

- Patty, have you seen Griffin? - Hi.

Oh, my God.

He's fucking eating her out!

- Jesus! Get him out of there. - Shit!

No! Leave him in there!

- Girl, what? - Patty, are you insane?

We need him in there for the presentation.

Don't touch him! Belloni's on his way here.

Belloni? But I just got rid of that guy. Why is he coming here now?

What are you doing, Patty?

- Get him the fuck down from there! - Help me!

- Help us! - Okay. You stay dry.

- Fuck, Patty, why did you do this? - We don't need him.

Look at him. He looks like my niece at Coachella,

but he's the devil.

He fired me and he ruined my life.

I thought you said you were happier.

I am. But that doesn't mean he didn't try to ruin my life.

Look, Patty.

If Belloni sees this, we are fucked.

You don't understand! They are trying to sell Continental to Amazon.

Sell Continental?

Yes.

- To Amazon? - Yes!

- They're gonna MGM us? - Yes!

So all of Continental will become a branch of a tech company?

Exactly. Exactly!

That's why me and Griffin and everyone have been freaking out so much.

If this presentation doesn't go perfectly and we don't project anything

other than the best fathomable predictions for next year,

I will be the last studio head in the history of Continental.

I didn't know that. I wanted…

- Matty, I'm sorry. - It's okay.

I'm sorry.

You know I love you way more than I can ever hate Griffin.

You heard Matty! Get him the fuck outta there!

We're trying!

- Is he breathing? - He's kinda breathing.

Jesus Christ.

If we don't get outta this CinemaCon without killing somebody,

it's gonna be a fucking miracle.

We gotta get him back to the room and get him ready.

How?

That hotel is filled with people who want us to fucking fail.

What are we gonna do? Carry him around like a fucking corpse?

Yes! Like a corpse!

We Weekend at Bernie's him.

It's a terrible movie, but the conceit is genius.

- Fuck my tits. That's fire! - Yeah!

Wait. That actually is a really good idea.

You're not seriously considering

we puppet his limp carcass across a casino floor?

Time for some movie magic.

- Yeah. - Fuck yes.

Bro, you gotta walk faster.

I'm walking as fast as I possibly can right now.

Okay, I'm gonna go to his room. I'm gonna get his bag.

- Great. Meet us in the suite. - Yeah.

Oh, my God. I'm so high. I can't believe we're doing this.

- Party people! - Hey, Davey!

Hey, what's up? You-You still going strong, man?

- Fuck yeah, bitch! - Great!

I just won, like, 50K at poker.

I took it off these dudes who were so pissed.

- Awesome. Great. - That's them! These are the guys!

- Oh, no. - You see how sad they looked?

- Yeah, they looked mad. - I'm sorry.

- All right. I'm gonna smoke a jay… - Nice.

…and I'll see you at the presentation.

Also, whoever that dude is, he looks straight-up dead!

Fuck!

- Shit! Keep going. - He keeps touching my fucking ear.

- Matt, Matt, Matt effing Belloni. - Oh, my God. Help us.

- Oh, no, no, no. - Help us, Patty. Patty, help us.

- Hey, guys. - Hi.

- Hey! - Patty, how are you?

Matt Belloni! Hollywood's trusted teller of truths.

Speaking of truths, got any news for me?

Got to be a back out there in need of a stabbing.

You're wicked.

No, just your average uneventful CinemaCon.

Yeah.

Actually, now that I've got you,

I'm hearing some rumblings about a possible sale of Continental.

- Seriously, you believe that? - No.

That's just other studios planting stories

to distract from Matt's forthcoming triumph.

- Right, Matty? - Got a big year coming up, you know.

That is my uncle Ronaldo Saperstein.

- Yeah. - He owns three theaters in Long Island.

And he's really drunk 'cause he lost at craps.

- Yeah. - I hear you, Ronaldo.

Blackjack cleaned me out too.

- Yeah. All right. - Belloni, you're number one.

We'll see you at the… See you later! See you in the hall.

Good luck with the presentation.

Can't wait to see what Griffin Mill does up there.

- He's gonna kill it! - Okay, bye.

What happened? He looks terrible.

Yeah, no fucking shit.

How are things going with Zoë Kravitz?

She's been in with hair and makeup,

but she's still super high and acting strangely.

Great. Fantastic. We gotta focus on this guy for now.

- Hi, sir. Can I get you water? - Hey, hey, hey.

- Coffee? Anything? - I sort of… I'll just…

- I don't know what he's saying. - He's too fucked up to make any sense.

Open the bathroom doors. We gotta clean him off.

Get him changed and shit. This guy's gotta be on stage soon.

He stinks, man.

Oh, God Almighty. Here.

- Get him in here. - I'll try.

- Here we go. - Yeah. Yeah.

Great. Quick. Wash him off.

Take… Undress him.

- I'm trying to. - Get him undressed.

- I got his bag. Here we go. - Fantastic.

Yo! Sal, we got his clothes.

You got a fresh turtleneck?

- Yeah, we got a… There's a… - Yeah. Got it.

- …there's a fucking… What is this? - What is that?

- It's a dickey or some shit. - It looks like a bra.

- Okay. What else do we need? - Clean underwear.

Okay. That's debatable.

- Why did you smell it? - It was instinctual.

- Sal, are you okay in there? - No, I'm not, Patty.

I'm having to stuff my boss's dick inside his Speedo,

and it's taking forever 'cause it's freaking huge.

- Of course it is. - I knew he had a big dick.

He walks like that.

- He's good. We're coming. - Okay.

- Here he comes. - And one, two, three.

Clap for him.

Wow. Look at him.

Beautiful.

- His legs are kinda wonky. - Get him to the couch.

- Get him over to the couch. - Please cover his nipples.

Is that a waist trainer?

You look very good. Very good. You're a big boy.

I like your little strut.

- Get him on the couch. - There we go.

- Get his pants on. Pants on. - Please!

Yes. Okay. Tuck those nipples in. Okay.

Okay, you guys seem like you have this under control.

We're gonna go check on Zoë Kravitz in here.

Matty, you gotta pull the rip cord on this madness.

- I cannot pull the rip cord. No. - You're not putting him on stage.

It's too late. We announced him. We can't show signs of weakness. We can't!

We're doubling down.

I don't wanna open this door.

No. 'Cause look, it's… Is… Matt, is this high?

- What is going on in here? - She won't come down.

She says it's too high.

It's so far away. They won't show me.

I don't know what to tell you, Zoë. It's not that high!

Can you show me?

- Because this is crazy. - For the love of God.

Zoë, darling.

- Zo Zo, can you see this shoe? - Yes, wow. Yes.

Well, that nightstand is only four shoes high.

Four shoes high?

What are you even saying?

All right. You guys seem to have this under control.

I'll leave you at it.

Let me know when you've figured all that out.