Entourage

- Hello? - Are you sleeping?

No, I'm fly-fishing. Who is this?

It's Jamie. I'm sorry to wake you.

No no no. I'm up.

I'm not sleeping. Jamie-Lynn Jamie?

Yeah.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

I just got back from Europe and my internal clock is all off

and I thought if you weren't sleeping...

I'm not sleeping.

Well, then why don't you come over?

Is this a trap? 'Cause the last time I saw you

you weren't exactly thrilled with me.

Well, maybe this time you'll keep your mouth shut.

And what am I keeping my mouth shut about?

Just come over.

Is this a booty call?

When are you gonna learn that talking

just gets you into trouble, Turtle?

Where are you going?

Jesus, Vin, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up?

My call time's in an hour. I'm getting ready to shoot.

The real question is what are you doing up?

Oh, since I'm banned from set, I figured I'd head back

into town and do that favor Dom needed.

It's 4:00 in the morning.

Yeah, but he said he needed us to take the car

back to the leasing company, right?

Not till the first. It's the 14th.

Now, where are you going?

You know I'd never lie to you, Vin.

Please don't make me tell you.

You having gambling troubles or something?

No, no, I'm all good.

All right, as long as you're all good.

You all good?

Yeah, I'm pumped about the scene today.

- You get any sleep? - No.

I watched all my old movies last night.

Verner was right, I do have some bad habits.

But today I've got my head on straight.

You're gonna kill it, Vin.

You too, right?

Trying to trick me into tell you where I'm going?

Never.

Have fun.

What do you mean he wouldn't tell you where he was going?

I don't know. He's got something he's got to do.

What could Turtle possibly have to do that doesn't involve us?

- Seriously. - I don't know. Look, I have to focus.

- We're ready for you, Vince. - Okay.

- And these guys... - Yeah yeah yeah, we know.

We're persona non grata.

- Send our regards to V.V. - Sorry.

- We'll be in the trailer. - All right.

- Wish we could see it, bro. - You will, on the big screen.

- Knock 'em dead, Vince. - You know it.

Now, Vincent, this is the most critical moment for your character.

His life is hanging in balance

both literally and figuratively.

So we must feel his vulnerability.

I completely get it.

Because this vulnerability, it's what lies

at the core of McCabe.

Like an onion, without a core there's no layers.

Whatever you need, Verner, I will deliver.

Good. Thank you. Thank you very much.

I appreciate it. Are we ready to shoot?

- All right, we're good. - Okay, let's do this.

Harness set. Here we go.

All right, everyone, this is for picture.

- This is for picture, everyone. - Fire!

- Wind. - Roll camera.

- Roll camera. - Rolling!

"Smokejumpers" scene 43 take one. Mark.

Action!

Yeah, Wilson, it's McCabe.

I'm code three.

Winds took me about 100 yards from the drop point.

What are you doing?

I was getting ready to do my walk of shame.

Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?

Oh, poor Turtle.

Are you feeling used?

No no, I'm very very happy.

And I want to keep you happy in case you decide you want to call again.

Look, Turtle, if you have somewhere to go, you can go.

I got nowhere to go, Jamie. In fact, I'll move in if you want me to.

I'm hungry. I want to eat.

I can go get us something if you want.

I was thinking we could go out.

Okay.

Yeah, I'd love that.

Get your ass back here first.

I want to work up an appetite.

Okay.

"Smokejumpers" scene 43 take 51.

Cue the fire.

And action!

Wilson, it's McCabe.

I'm code three.

Winds dragged me about 100 yards

from the drop point northeast.

I don't think I'm gonna make it, man.

Can you call my wife?

I need to talk to my wife.

Stop. Take it from the top.

And more passion.

- Where? - Everywhere.

All right, come on. Let's do it.

Okay, action.

Yeah, Wilson, it's McCabe.

This'll have to be the last take.

Otherwise we go into meal penalty.

I don't give a fuck about meal penalty.

You call my wife.

Tell her I love her.

Take it from the middle.

- From where? - The middle, "Call my wife."

Okay.

Okay, action.

I got to talk to my wife, Wilson. I'm not gonna make it.

- Vincent. - Can you call my wife?

Tell her I love...

I need more passion.

There should be fear or panic.

You think this is it.

And the girl you're calling, that's your childhood love.

There should be sorrow, remorse,

sadness.

Action!

Wilson, I don't think I'm gonna make it, man.

Can you call my wife?

Tell her I love her!

I don't see it.

I can't see it. I can't see it in your face.

You've got to show me that you love her.

- Give me what I need. - I'm trying.

Try harder. From the middle.

Action!

You got to call my wife for me.

- It's lunch time. - Shut up!

You call my wife and you tell her I love her.

Ah! Who taught you to act?

- Stop interrupting me. - Make me stop then.

Make me believe that what I'm seeing is real.

Make me believe I'm not watching a fucking high school play.

- Cut me down. - Oh, no, you stay there.

- You finish this scene, God damn it. - No. No!

- Cut me down. - Jesus Christ!

Coming down. Should I call lunch?

- No! - All right.

Look, you push me all you want,

but I don't appreciate you insulting me personally.

And I don't appreciate you taking three hours to get a simple scene.

Well, maybe if you knew what you wanted it would be simple.

I know what I want. I do know what I want.

I just did 50 takes

and you seem to keep asking me to do something different.

I just need something that works.

- They all work. - No, they don't.

I don't have one usable take. Not one.

Look, just tell me what you want exactly and I will give it to you.

We're in penalty.

I wish it were that simple, but it's not.

You can't give me what I want because you're not capable of it.

Maybe you shouldn't have done this movie with me.

I tried not to.

But your little friend at the studio

jammed you down my goddamn fucking throat.

You were never right for this role. Never.

Oh, come on. That's bullshit.

You just refuse to believe it because you wanted someone else.

This is ridiculous. This is not gonna work, not ever.

Okay, you know what? You're the dictator,

so you figure out a way to make it work.

You're right, Vincent.

You're fired.

Now you can call lunch.

There he is. Welcome home, Andrew.

Feels good, Ari.

Should we hit a titty bar to celebrate?

- Ari. - Talk to your newest boss

Mr. Andrew Klein.

- Ari. - In fact, everyone listen up.

This is Andrew Klein. Today and every day, consider him me

and me the me dealing with more important stuff than you.

- Ari! - Why are you standing there

like you just swallowed a dildo anally, Lloyd?

- I told you he was me. - I'm sorry, Lloyd.

- He told me to say it. - And his timing was impeccable.

- What's up, Lloyd? - E called.

- So tell him I'll call him back. - It's about Vince, Ari.

I need to talk to you about Vince also, Ari.

So talk.

My girlfriend works for Josh Hartnett's agent.

She said they just called offering him Vince's role in "Smokejumpers."

- What? - E said it was urgent.

Jesus Christ, get him on the phone.

Now!