Entourage

- You find anything? - Nothing.

Your brother's turned into a health nut.

All he's got are whole grains and a bottle of flaxseed oil.

You want to do a couple of colon-cleansing shots?

No, let's just order in.

From where? I don't even know what zip code we're in.

Are you feeling a little displaced, Turtle?

- Very. - We'll get a new home soon, I promise.

Yeah, thanks, Vin. That makes me almost feel good enough

to eat some of this shit. What is psyllium husk anyway?

- Morning. - Yo.

- Morning, E. How'd you sleep? - Oh, fine I'm sure.

Someone got all cozy on the couch

while I was stuck sleeping on the air mattress.

Yeah, it was real cozy listening to you snore all night, Turtle.

And please tell me I didn't catch you whacking it at 4:00 a.m.

Fuck, I got to get some privacy, Vin.

You got to get people to see this movie.

E doesn't think so.

Oh boy, here we go.

E thought "Rocky IV" sucked when it came out.

I mean, what does he know?

E, I'm telling you, you're just too close to it.

- "Medellin" is a great film. - It will be.

Will be? What, did you have a change of heart?

I thought about it all night long. There's greatness in it.

It's just too long. I got some ideas on how to cut some stuff.

I think we can cut the crooked customs cop sequence in half

for starters though, no?

Yeah, it was a little long.

Call Walsh. Run your ideas by him.

I think I'm gonna go down there, talk to him in person.

But be positive. You know how sensitive he is.

No, is he really?

Namaste, campers. Rise and shine.

Campers are up, Johnny.

And we're dying for some unhealthy eats,

so please tell us you got something.

Fried egg sandwiches from the Bagel Broker.

- Nice. - Yes!

Not the kind of garbage I like to put in my body,

but you know my motto...

"When you have guests, give them what they want."

Yeah, you're running the regular B&B over here, Drama.

We appreciate you putting us up, Johnny.

Right, guys?

No need to thank me, fellas.

To house my kid brother and his friends gives me nothing but pure joy.

Or as they say in Yiddish, nachas.

Besides, God has already rewarded me for my good deeds.

Oh yeah? What did he do? Un-recede your hairline?

No, dickhead. What he did was finally answer an old prayer

- and deliver Donna Deveny to me. - Who's Donna Deveny?

Only one of the finest pieces of party-girl ass

this town has ever known.

I used to kick it with her back in my whiskey-bar days,

but never officially closed it.

I've been dreaming of fucking her ever since.

- When are you seeing her? - Today, bro.

- And Turtle, she's got a friend. - What kind of friend?

- A hot one with a house in Malibu. - Really?

Precisely the kind of girls we want to be friends with come June and July.

What, no girl for me and E?

I got Walsh today.

I'll let you and Turtle battle it out for the friend though.

What? It's only fair, right?

You wonder why I'm whacking off late at night.

Hey, I just want you to know

I appreciate you guys not leaving me home alone today.

And don't worry, I'm going to be basically invisible.

You won't even know I'm there.

That's great, Vin, but just in case you wind up not being so invisible,

could you try and at least take Drama's girl and not mine?

Go fuck yourself, Turtle.

You wouldn't even have a girl to get taken by Vince

- if it wasn't for me. - Life sucks.

It's gonna be okay, Turtle. I promise.

Oh, shit. Look at this one.

Hey, Vince. What are you up to?

Not much, just being a fifth wheel on my boys' double date.

- That sounds awful. - Doesn't it?

Well, I'm gonna go hang out at my friend's beach house.

Do you want to come?

Yes, I think I do. Excuse me.

You mind, Turtle?

No.

I told you it would be all right.

I would give my nuts to be that guy for one day.

Well, if you had no nuts, what would be the use?

Or would you then be hoping that you had Vince's nuts?

What, no comeback?

You're too dumb to even respond to.

- Buenos dias. - What up, dog?

Your English is getting better, Juan. Oh, what's this?

The trailer Billy had me cut together for next year's American Film Market.

Behind the greed,

behind the legend...

was the man.

- Wow, this looks great. - Yeah.

- If only the movie looked so good. - What?

What? Nothing. I didn't say anything.

There he is, fresh from the dry cleaners!

My one and only favorite Suit.

- How are you doing, Billy? - Come here, E, give me some love.

What do you think of the trailer?

What little I saw of it looks amazing.

It looks even better on replay.

Take this home and finger yourself to it, Suit.

For your eyes only. Consider it a little gift

for your kind words last night.

I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,

but your support for my vision of this film,

for allowing me to make it the right way,

has taught me that artists and capitalist pigs

might be able to work together after all.

I'm making very little money for a capitalist pig, Billy.

I didn't say you're good at it.

Seriously, through all this shit,

all that matters is that we went off to war together

and came home with our limbs intact

and a fucking masterpiece in the can, right?

- Right. - Want a beer?

Sure.

I did have a few thoughts though, Billy.

Thoughts?

Just some ideas I wanted to talk to you about.

You mean like notes?

No, just some small changes

I thought might help make the film play better.

Last night you said that you loved it. What, you were lying?

- No, I think it's great. - But?

- But I think it needs work. - Well, fuck what you think,

because I love it and Vinnie loved it, and I know he ain't lying.

And the Cannes people are going to love it too.

- Cannes? Who's going to Cannes? - We are.

I FedExed a print off to the selection committee last week.

I'm just waiting to hear if we're in.

I thought we agreed to wait for Sundance.

Fuck the dance. Been there done that.

I'm going to Cannes and coming home

with a Palme d'Or and a Cote d'Azur tan.

Billy, yesterday you were scared to death to show us the film.

Now it's ready for the Cannes committee

without changing a single frame?

That's right. You're not as smart as the frogs, Suit.

- I know they'll understand. - This is not your decision.

Yes it fucking is. I have final cut. You agreed to it.

Which means that I agreed not to listen to a word you fucking say.

So no notes, not from you, not ever.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go do some pranayama breathing exercises

and try to forget this visit ever happened.

Your friend lives here?

Actually, he's a family friend.

But he lets me come use his private beach whenever I want.

- Oh, nice for you. - Yeah, he's a great guy.

And he's incredibly cool,

so don't get all charmed by him

and forget that you came here to hang with me.

How cool could he be?

Do you think Dennis Hopper's cool?

Your friend is Dennis Hopper?

Yeah, my dad's been his lawyer for, like, 20 years.

I love Dennis Hopper.

I'm also excited to hang out with you of course.

You should be.

Yo, E. I'm at Dennis Hopper's house.

Yeah, well, enjoy it now, Vince, because we got big problems.

What are you talking about?

Walsh submitted the movie to Cannes without telling us.

Cannes? What happened to Sundance?

I don't know, he wants a Palme d'Or or whatever the fuck it's called.

France could be fun.

The movie's not gonna get into Cannes, Vince.

- It's not ready. - Did you tell Billy what you thought?

Yeah, I tried to give him my notes.

He basically told me to go fuck myself.

I told you not to upset him.

Upset him? I'm the one who's upset.

We hired the guy for his vision. What do you say we just let him do his thing?

Let him do his thing. The French have the biggest mouths in the world.

If this movie gets rejected from Cannes,

the whole world is gonna know the movie sucks.

It doesn't suck. Would you stop saying that?

- Sammy. - Hi.

- Sweetheart. - I got to go.

- And Aquaman. - Vince.

- It's Dennis Hopper, E! I got to go! - Hey!

Vince, don't hang up on me. Vince! Fuck.

Hi, how are you, Dennis?

Hey, great to meet you. Come on in, come on in.

Yo, how does my breath smell?

Like Arnold's ass.

Don't do that shit again.

Don't make me insecure right now, Turtle.

God made you that way. Don't blame me.

Ring the doorbell, asshole.

- You got gum? - Gum ain't gonna help what you got.

You need a stomach specialist.

Well, hello.