Entourage

I don't think you want to go into that part of town,

not alone.

I'll go with you, Joe, if you want.

- What do you think? - Sounds good.

- Yeah, for real? - Very natural.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna get this one, I really do.

You know, I feel like it was written for me.

I mean, with Eddie Burns producing...

I mean, the guy knows me from back in the day.

You sure that's a good thing?

Don't listen to him, Johnny, I love the positivity.

- Yeah, thanks, Vince. - Look, you do sound good, Drama,

but I wouldn't count on Eddie Burns knowing you. You should focus.

You're right, you're right.

Focused. Like a laser.

- No. No. Okay, sorry. - (PHONE RINGING)

Ari Gold's office. No, n...

Can I ask you to hold please?

What's up? You look like hell.

The phones have been ringing off the hook.

Everyone knows that you took the new space.

They're asking me if we're a new major.

Terrance signed the papers. It doesn't matter.

Just deny deny deny. It'll all be over soon.

You know I don't like to lie, Ari.

Lloyd, be a man.

Or as much of a man as you can possibly be for God fuckin' sakes.

Now what's up this morning?

- Vince and the boys are on their way. - It's gonna be a good day.

A good day, Lloyd. I can feel it.

Ari Gold's office. No, I haven't heard anything about that.

No, I don't know anything about that.

I'll be here.

You gonna make me hang up there alone?

Sorry, bro. Audition's at 3:00.

- I'm a laser. - You're a retard, but okay.

- (PHONES RINGING) No, that is so not true.

So not true!

You guys can go right in.

Ari Gold's office, please hold. Ari Gold's office, please hold.

I'll be out here all alone.

What's going on out there, Ari? You having a telethon?

Yeah, E. Raising cash for the subordinates of movie stars

who can't fend for themselves.

- Hardee-har-har. - What's the big surprise, Ari?

- Wow, getting right to it, huh, Vin? - Last time you surprised me,

I was fired, so naturally I'm a bit anxious.

Okay, here it is, you remember "Queens Boulevard"

that was supposed to be released on six screens,

so NYU students had something to do on a Friday night?

Turns out the studio has decided to push the release.

- Why? - What the fuck?!

Because they want to release it wide

on 1,200 motherfuckin' screens! Boom!

Turns out E's lucky pick has been testing through the roof

- and with the success of "Aquaman"... - Two for two!

It gets better. The Hollywood Foreign Press wants to sit down with you,

to discuss everything "QB," wanna have a press conference this afternoon.

Jesus, give me a little less notice.

When the Hollywood Foreign Press calls,

you run, Vinnie, okay? Will you be there?

- I'll be there... - Will you do something for me?

Will you smile? Will you look happy? Will you look cooperative?

Well, what exactly does cooperative look like?

Vin, we need this. We want people to forget about

the fact that you just got fired. Will you smile?

Oh, hey, Eddie.

It's great to see you too.

Me? (CHUCKLES)

Thanks, yeah, things are great, just great.

Life is just so amazing, isn't it?

What the hell?

Uh, maybe you didn't notice, but I'm sitting in the car.

I noticed.

Obviously, you didn't notice the meter needed feeding.

What, no heads-up? No tap on the window?

Sorry, pal.

The meter's red... the car is dead.

- Civil servant? - (RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

What the fuck is civil about not giving a guy a warning? It's anti-American.

I think that's in the Bill of Rights.

The point is, this isn't Communist Russia.

Communist Russia isn't Communist Russia anymore either, Drama.

You wanna fuckin' start, E?!

Johnny, relax, I'll pay for the ticket.

That's not the point, Vince, it's the principle.

A guy should be able to sit in his own car on a public street

without being unjustly harassed.

- What are you doing? - I'm gonna fight for my rights.

I'm gonna go down there, I'm gonna make that guy's day a living hell.

I thought you were a laser.

- This won't affect me. You in? Forget about him.

Come on, you're nervous.

You always get uptight when you have something big.

You don't have to be. You can get this if you stay focused.

- Yeah, you're right. - Right?

Yeah. You're right, bro. Thanks.

All right, Turtle, let's go get a cup of coffee,

start heading west so I'm not late. Thanks, Vince!

- You betcha. - Hey, good luck, Drama.

Thanks, E.

- See how calming I can be? - Yeah, very impressive.

- Now, what should we do? - Call Walsh, let's celebrate.

- No. Really? - Yeah, he'll be happy to hear from you.

Hillbilly Willy is starting to come on

- as he passes Marshal Tito in stride. - (PHONE RINGING)

Hillbilly Willy is starting to come on...

Suit! What a pleasant fucking surprise.

- How you doing, Billy? I'm awful.

Yeah, well, maybe this will make you feel better.

"Queens Boulevard" is gonna open on 1,200 screens.

Willy is closing fast... - Yes!

- (ANNOUNCER CHATTERING) - Run!

Run, you fucking slag!

Come on!

Hello?

Hillbilly winning by a nose! - Fuck!

What a finishing kick on that horse!

Fucking fillies, suit. Never count on a broad.

Did you hear me, Billy? 1,200 screens.

Yeah, I fuckin' heard ya

and I already know all about it.

Why do you think I'm out blowing all my money

on booze and ponies? I'm depressed as shit.

Depressed? Billy, this is good news.

No, it ain't, suit. And it ain't gonna happen either.

I'm slapping those fucks with an injunction.

I'm gonna make sure that film never sees the light of day.

Jesus Christ, Billy. He's trying to kill the release of the movie.

- What? Why? - Why?

Because I'm not gonna let those douche bags

Aquaman-ify my movie.

Billy, where are you? We're gonna come see you.

Meet me at my girl's. I gotta go home

and tell her I lost the rent money again.

ARl: It's not true, Shauna!

Tell "Variety" they can suck my balls,

but clean it up.

You Indian now, Lloyd?

Jesus, you can see this?

This lying is making me break out. God, and I have a date tonight!

Well, I'm sure your date will pop that with his pecker, don't worry.

Tell me why you came in here or get out.

Barbara Miller's on three.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Now get out! Get out! I don't want to hear your bitch-ass whiny voice again.

Do you understand? Go go go!

- Hey, Babs, what are you wearin'? - We need to have lunch, Ari.

The word is out and it's spreading.

You mean that shit about you getting lipo?

Don't worry about that. You know, from what I hear,

Dr. Dessler's like a fucking Picasso with that knife.

Wake up, Ari. I'm coming to you as a friend.

People are mobilizing against you

and you need to know what's going on.

Now do you want a Caesar fucking salad or not?

Let me call you back, Barbara.

Speak, Lloyd.

You're not talking?

Rob Rubino's in the conference room.

Terrance fucking fired him?!

I did not say the "F" word.

My... I... we...

I don't have the sk... the skill set...

I can't understand you through the whimpering, Rob. Talk to me...

- why did Terrance fire you? - Well, because he knows.

- What does he know? - He knows, Ari.

- They saw your name on my call sheet. - Fuck.

And they escorted me out of the building.

And then they gave everybody employment contracts

and they had to sign them by 5:00 p.m. This afternoon

saying that they wouldn't work for you.

- What should I do? - I don't know! I don't know,

but just stop fucking crying so I can think, okay?

Call Barbara, tell her I'll go to lunch.

You know, Eddie Burns offered me "Brothers McMullen."

True story. But I took a TV show instead.

Was that when you did your full-frontal "Red Shoe Diary"?

No, that's when I did my three-episode arc on "90210,"

sexually harassing Tori Spelling.

Nice choice.

This can't be the right address. - Look, there he is.

Walsh, what is this, your house?

No, I'm house-sitting for my girl's folks.

They made a fortune off ginseng and kombucha drinks.

They won't let her see a dime of it though.

I'm just praying they drop dead before they raise the estate tax.

- How are you, Vince? - Good, good, how you doing?

So, what... what happened to "Queens Boulevard"?

- They butchered her. - They changed it?

They murdered her.

You wanna see the body?

Take care of yourself.

Hey, you ever coming back?

You kidding?

I am Queens Boulevard.

Insane, ain't it?

Looks more like Willy Wonka's factory than Queens.

Now you see why I have to do what I have to do.

How could they ruin a great movie like that?