Trust Me Page #2

- You lying sack of sh*t.

- What did you call me?

You never had any intention

of giving Phillip the part.

You just used him to get

the Lohan kid back to the table.

That is bullshit. Nigel loved him.

He wanted to hire him.

Oh, I'm sure he did until

Honey Boo Boo over there...

- Sir, I'm what now?

- ...called Aldo

and told him the role

was walking out the door.

You pathetic bottom feeder.

If you ever want to see one of your

talentless little trolls in this office again,

you will shut your mouth

and walk out that door now.

Delia, call security.

Fine. I'm going.

I'm taking Phillip down to SAG.

We're going to file a grievance.

Right, Janice?

Janice?

Guys? Guys? Phillip. Hey, buddy.

Okay, look, I know you're disappointed,

but you did something

really special in there

and nobody can ever

take that away from you.

- Well, they just did.

- Yeah, and you let it happen.

- No.

- Get in the car.

Don't you... listen to me. Don't you see?

They used Phillip to close Tommy Lohan.

Yeah. And isn't it your job

to protect us from that?

- Aldo said something like this would happen.

- Aldo? You talked to Aldo Stankis?

You know what?

I guess it's a good time to tell you.

- Howard, you're fired.

- No, we have a contract.

Not anymore we don't. Here you go.

"Termination of services"?

Listen, you were great when we first

started out, but Phillip needs more now.

- He needs an Aldo Stankis.

- No.

- Get in the car, Phillip.

- But Aldo's Tommy's agent. Don't you see?

- He did it this way to make you dump me.

- Well, guess what, Howard? It worked.

No, Janice, please,

don't do this. Hey, hey.

- What about us?

- Oh, please.

It was one drunk night

and I wish I'd been drunker.

- Janice.

- Move out of the way, Howard.

- No, don't. Please. Janice!

- I'm trying to close my door!

- Get away from my car!

- Janice!

Buddy, roll down the window.

Roll down the window, buddy.

- Oh, my God.

- Please, roll it down.

Who's going to run lines with you?

You think Aldo's going to know what to do

when you have a panic attack? Do you?

- No.

- Phillip, close that window now.

Get your hands off the button, Phillip.

You don't have to do this, man.

You can come live with me.

No, he can't. Not without that emancipation

thing from the judge he can't.

- Roll up that damn window now.

- Hey, don't you love me anymore?

Hey, look at me, you little bastard!

You're going to sell me out, at least

have the balls to look me in the eye!

- Get away from the car, you freak!

- Janice, no!

No, Janice. Wait.

Wait.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Howard.

Oh, Howard. That was an accident.

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