Freelance

Red latte.

Aren't you gonna count it?

It's either enough or it isn't.

- It isn't. - Shit.

Look, for that I can give you a regular latte.

Look, I've got a check coming in,

I work freelance and it takes for goddamn ever to get paid.

I'll have the money by the end of the week.

Please?

Yeah, but just this once.

If my boss finds out, he'll take it out of my pay.

Ugh, what a dick.

-So what kind of freelance? -I'm an editor.

Huh, no way. For, like, movies and stuff?

Yeah, movies and stuff.

Hm, sometimes more stuff than movies.

Sometimes I don't have a job. Sometimes I do.

And sometimes it takes for goddamn ever to get paid.

Cool.

-With interest. -Trusting you.

I'm a man of my word.

What the fuck?

No, Joe, we said $7.50.

No, we said $7.50 and an extra $300 for colour correction.

I don't have proof.

It was a phone call, you shithead.

Yeah, well, your actress has a hemorrhoid

the size of a grapefruit, so good luck with that.

Asshole.

Fuck.

Well, dinner's on you, then.

Hey.

Mmm, just this part, watch this part.

I'm watching, like with my whole head.

Mmm, W-- watch-- Oh God, that's a good part.

The way he-- See that?

Can't not see it, the TV's like 10 metres wide.

Next time you can pick something from my collection.

Feel free to peruse, it's all organised by director.

I'm definitely gonna do that.

Did you get that job you were talking about?

The commercial? Yeah.

I mean, no, I haven't heard back yet.

They pay, like, a tonne of money,

so I'll be all set for the summer.

That's if you get it.

-Why wouldn't I get it? -No, I'm just saying, like,

um, you're-- you're an amazing editor, alright?

-I'm just saying. -I'm gonna get it.

No, what I meant was, I'm looking for work now too.

So if I hear anything, I'll let you know.

Just in case.

-Oh really? -Hmm.

What happened to that sick casting job you scored?

Hm, well, it wasn't as sick as I thought,

so I just quit.

Life's too short to deal with crazy clients.

Kevin always says casting isn't even a real job.

You just find people who want to be on TV,

which is like everyone on earth.

They could do that from the bathtub.

Kevin's that weird guy from work, right?

He's not weird.

I met him at that Christmas party.

He's weird.

Hmm, I'm gonna pay you back for this,

-by the way. -What?

It's really not that type of thing.

What would you want to pay me back?

Wow.

Fucking blackballed me.

It's just porn, you prude sack of shit.

Cool.

Pav, get out of my shit.

Who is it?

It's Luke Skywalker.

Fuck.

Seriously, must we?

If I had it, you would have it.

We're coming up on three months here, Katie.

I said I'll have it.

I've been very generous.

Are you fucking deaf? I said I'll have it.

Why are you so rude?

Because you haven't fixed the heat.

You haven't fixed the showerhead.

The windows don't lock, and you're ugly.

Well, you're not exactly on the cover

of Sports Illustrated yourself now, eh, sweetheart?

Besides, you do not pay rent.

Therefore, you're not entitled to complain

like a bitch, hm?

So...

if I don't have that money in my hand

by the end of the month, you're fucking out.

Oh, and by the way...

if you think that I can't smell

that pussy from out here...

...you're sadly mistaken.

And believe me,

it's gonna come out of your bond.

Motherfucker.

It's like everyone in Melbourne knows I was.

It's not like I was

Katie, this will blow over.

It's just, y-your circle of contacts got poisoned.

Look, you just-- you gotta hang in there till it passes.

Could you do me a favour?

Keep my ear to the ground.

Yeah, that's why you invited me out, right?

Thanks, Kev. You're the best.

-Could you also, um... -Get the bill, yeah.

-Don't be embarrassed. -Shut up.

I'm not embarrassed.

I just mean that these things, they happen to all of us.

We get through it.

And hey, this mystery job sounds promising, right?

It's, like, 100% a scam.

But that's where I'm at in my life right now.

The money sounds like corporate gig.

God, you're incredibly right.

Some arsehole in a suit doing his version of charming

needs me to make a soul-swallowing,

child-murdering company look hip and fresh.

Morality's a fickle thing when you're broke, Kat.

What's the most shameful job you've had?

Shameful?

Yeah, like, the grossest one.

The one that you couldn't shake off.

The one that stays with you.

So...

...I worked on this one show...

about female players.

And we found this woman

who had a bunch of guys on the go.

And they thought that they were the only one.

And this woman, she was gorgeous.

And these guys were kind of average,

but, you know, they were nice enough.

Anyway...

...she agrees to blow the whole thing up and on TV.

Because, you know, it's TV.

So I had to trick these guys into thinking that

they were gonna be on a show about

how wonderful their relationship with this woman was.

And then reveal to them on TV that they were being played.

And it was heartbreaking for some of these guys.

And embarrassing.

But, you know, they'd signed the release form.

We had a three-camera shoot

capturing every pathetic close-up.

But in the end, we just publicly humiliated them

in what was probably one of the worst moments of their lives.

And these guys, they just looked at me...

like, "What the fuck, dude?"

I trusted you.

Some of them had a really tough time dealing with it.

Well, that...

stays with you.

That's acceptable?

And a little porn gets you blacklisted?

Welcome to the world, sweetheart.

You've not just called me "sweetheart?"

Sorry.

Uh, I gotta go.

Look.

We all have these weeks, months, even.

You're tougher now.

As for this weird job, I reckon take the money.

If it's real, right?

I mean, fill your pockets till the next thing comes.

And the next thing will come.

Yeah. Thanks, Kev.

Thanks.

Hey, Kev.

Thanks.

What the fuck?

Get off me! Get off me!

What are you doing?

Get off me!

I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Man, I hate student films.

Get off me! Get off me! What are you doing?

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me! What are you doing?

Get off me!

Pav?

What?

Pav?

Pavi?

Oh, my God!

Pav!

His vitals seem fine.

It's like he's in a deep, deep sleep.

How does this happen?

Could be an underlying condition.

-Could be poison. -Poison?