The first 200 lines.
Previously on "The L.A. Complex":
Investigator: I'm the insurance investigator assigned to your case.
Connor: Can I give you my number?
Oh, I've got your number.
I know a way you can make a lot of money real fast.
I pay you $25 dollars, every card you swipe.
We're making a movie, do you wanna be in it?
- Do you die at the end? - Yes.
When do we start?
Admit it, you miss this a little bit.
You signed me up to take the S.A.T.'s?
- Who are you? - I'm your sister.
It breaks my heart to think
that you're not living your ideal life.
I wanna help you do that.
How?
I'm with the church of scienetics.
I'm in.
I'm not Simon's legal guardian.
Dad! Put him down! Please!
Dean: This is for his own good.
Put the boy down.
Dean: Okay. Buddy...
What're you doing?
I need more than 4000 minutes.
Dynasty: The studio has security cameras.
They record everything
all onto one little hard drive.
Kaldrick: What the hell you doing here?
Rook: He's with me.
I wanna do this, you and me.
Who is it?
We probably shouldn't be doing this.
It's a terrible idea.
Cam: Aaaaand... cut.
You guys killed that!
Cam: Okay, I wanna go one more time.
Connor and Raquel: Why?
Uh, let's just do a loose one, see what you guys find.
He can't do loose takes.
Play around with it, you know how the scene goes.
Play around, have some fun.
Connor: Play arou- Cam: Good. Ready?
Play around. Okay.
Cam: Aaaand... action.
Whenever you're ready.
What?
You're so beautiful.
Detective: Connor Lake?
Connor: Yeah?
Uh, what the hell is this?
Detective: Connor Lake, you're under arrest
for arson and insurance fraud.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right,
anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
Christopher: Here.
Anyone come by to give you an update?
Not yet.
Let's sit.
Thank you.
It's a fifty-cent cup of hospital coffee.
No. Thank you for being here.
Your dad just had a stroke.
Where else would I be?
Nurse: Mr. Kiing?
Kaldrick: How is he?
Without more tests, it's hard to say.
Then why aren't you doin' those tests?
Your father's insurance provider
is refusing to cover his care.
They're claiming he missed a payment.
The hospital needs proof his bill can be paid
before we continue to treat him.
Christopher: The man's in a coma...
Kaldrick: You want proof?
Do you know who I am? Do you?
Here, you want proof? Here's your proof.
Take that.
I am just doing my job, sir.
Your job is to take care of my father!
He needs something, you get it for him.
This is not some bum off the streets!
Matter of fact, get him his own room.
I don't want him sharing a room
with these other people.
He shouldn't be moved right now.
Then move them! Get them another room!
This one belongs to Walter Dougan.
Christopher: Kal! Kal! Kal!
Kaldrick: The hell is wrong with you?!
Christopher: Stop!
Just let me handle this.
I apologize for his behaviour.
He's obviously very upset.
But I assure you it's in your best interest
to provide this patient
with the highest level of care available.
Do you really wanna be the reason
this hospital gets sued?
You wanna help me with this?
Charlotte: What do you mean? Where did they take him?
All:(Talking all at once) Uh... well... they um...
You didn't ask?
One of you didn't go with him?
I mean, it all happened pretty quickly...
I think we just need to concentrate
on what to do now.
I'll handle it.
Raquel: I get that you're upset - I'm upset also...
Charlotte: I'll handle it!
I guess she's gonna handle it.
Hi, this is Charlotte Lake.
I need to speak to Roxanne.
Can you try calling me?
Dammit!
Who is it? Is it Nick?
Ugh! Let it go to voicemail.
These Will Arnett sketch-show jerks
said I would hear today if I was moving on
and I still haven't heard yet.
Nick: Well, you know, it's today all day, right?
Maybe let them eat breakfast
before you start calling them jerks.
Sabrina: I didn't get it.
I did all new material because of my bad back
and I just- I blew it.
I watched your whole set from the wings.
You tore it up out there.
Sabrina: I don't have a job, my parents cut me off,
my bank account is plummeting.
Nick, what am I doing?
You're freaking out!
Relax.
We don't need to worry about money...
We both still have checks
coming from the PFT show, right?
Plus this gig I'm doing for Chuck today
apparently pays really well.
So what is this gig?
It's uh... just a... private party
for some network executive.
It's his birthday or something.
Oh God.
I'm gonna be sitting around watching my prospects dry up
while you're schmoozing
with a room full of greenlighters.
Hey... You're gonna get it.
Meanwhile...
Let me be the breadwinner today.
At least your back's feeling better.
Connor: I didn't do anything!
Detective: Then this should be easy.
Did you or did you not set fire to your home
for the purpose of making an insurance claim.
I did not.
Detective: But you did set fire to your home?
Connor: No! Uh...
Not on purpose.
It was an accident.
Detective: Why didn't you try putting it out?
I did.
Not with the fire extinguisher in your kitchen you didn't.
And why were you drinking a beer
on the front lawn
when first responders arrived?
It was hot.
In your statement you claimed the fire started
while you were making tea.
It was less hot then.
So after your kitchen exploded into flames
you moved towards the fridge,
away from the exit, to grab a beer?
It's illegal to have bad judgment?
Why didn't you call 911?
My phone was dead.
Detective: You're an actor, right?
My wife watches you on that show.
I can't stand it,
but she says you're pretty good.
Real believable.
I'm on a tv show!
You think that's gonna help you?
Connor: No. I have money.
Why would I commit insurance fraud?
It doesn't make any sense.
You're the star of a network tv series
and you live in a long-stay motel.
Patrons at a bar, earlier in the year,
witnessed you instigate a fight
that got you thirty stitches and almost cost you an eye.
Do these sound like the actions
of someone who's concerned with making sense?
I want a lawyer.
You okay, buddy?
Dad's not very grown up for a grown-up, is he?
Beth: Who is it?
Cam: Hey, it's just us. How you guys doing?
We've been better.
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