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(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Do you wanna

get out of here?

CHRISTINE:
Oh, my God.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Help. Help.

(DOOR OPENING)

(CHRISTINE WHIMPERING)

Please.

Please help me!

(SOBBING)

Please!

- Wait! No!

- (DOOR CLOSES)

(CHRISTINE CONTINUES SOBBING)

No! Please!

(BREA PANTING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

JOHN:
(ON MACHINE) Hey,

what's up, baby? It's me.

I just wanted to tell you

happy birthday and, uh...

I have to work and stuff

tomorrow and today.

Save your energy

for tonight.

I'm looking forward

to seeing you.

We're gonna celebrate,

all right?

Have a good day.

All right, bye.

- (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

- Hey, Brea. It's Malia.

I remember

it's your birthday.

That means

take a day off, please?

Okay, mama,

I'll see you tonight.

- (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

- WOMAN:
Hey, Brea.

Um, I just wanna give you

a quick heads up.

I know you weren't

planning on coming in today,

but, uh,

you might wanna hop online.

- (NOTIFICATION BEEPS)

- That real estate article

you've been working on

for about a year?

Yeah. Steven scooped it.

So, sorry to be the one

to break it to you.

I was hoping

to catch you in person.

Um... Okay.

Sorry. Goodbye.

(LAUGHING)

He stole my story.

Morning, Brea.

Come on in.

I...

I don't understand.

I brought you that real estate

corruption piece months ago,

and now you're gonna

run that a**hole's

dumbed down version?

I'm actually

sitting right here.

Get out, Steven.

You should be

ashamed of yourself.

Carl, how could you

do this to me?

He took my research,

my sources.

We live in a 24-hour

news cycle.

Nothing takes months.

We spoke about this.

I was going to write a piece

about corruption

in society and...

And could society

exist without it.

I wanted to educate people

about Tiberius Gracchus,

the first politician...

How many times

do I have to tell you

that nobody gives a f*** about

Tiberius Gracchus, okay?

It's about a congressman,

one congressman who cost

nine families their homes.

That's it.

It's more than one person

and you know that, Carl.

- You should know better than that.

- I don't care.

I don't care, because you're

writing a piece of f***ing fluff

masquerading itself as some

sort of an intellectual expose.

I know we have

to sell papers, right?

But we have a moral obligation

to tell the people

the whole story

at the very least.

I... I thought

you respected me.

Take this

piece of advice.

Read both stories

side by side. Do that.

Then tell me

he stole your story.

(SCOFFS)

You write around things.

I don't know why.

Why couldn't you just

nail down a simple story?

"A simple story"?

Brea, I'm just not sure

there's a place for you

here anymore.

JOHN:
Brea,

you have been nothing,

but a positive force

in my life

and you've helped me

to be my best self.

I think you're just the most

beautiful woman I know.

Happy birthday, baby.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

DARREN:
Ah.

Just sayin'.

Sounds like

wedding vows to me.

- Darren.

- Easy.

That didn't

come off the dome.

- Come on, man.

- It was beautiful.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Excuse me, guys. I got to take this call.

Babe, you have to

work tonight?

- It's okay. It's fine.

- No.

I gotta, I gotta take this,

all right? I'll be back.

Scott, talk to me.

Tell me something good.

Well, yeah, he didn't

show up to training camp

'cause I told him not to

show up to training camp.

You okay?

DARREN:
Have you paid him

his signing bonus?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

What happened?

I had a fight

with my boss today,

and I'm not sure

I have a job anymore.

How come you didn't

say anything?

Wasn't the right time.

DARREN:
How about you call me

when the money's in escrow?

Until then,

don't even bother.

(SIGHS)

What's going on?

Why all the long faces?

I thought

we were celebrating here.

Brea thinks that she lost

her job today, so...

Oh, that's cold-blooded.

F*** that. We doing shots.

Excuse me.

Can we have four shots

of Codigo 1530 please?

Absolutely. I'll be

right back with that.

Thank you. Chilled.

Just be happy

you don't do what I do,

'cause I'm supposedly

a sports agent,

but really, I'm just

a babysitter in a suit.

That's it.

Life would be so much simpler

if we just had simple jobs.

Like you, John.

Mechanic.

How much more simple

can that get?

You got one piece,

you got another piece,

put them together,

throw some oil and sh*t on it

and you're good to go.

That's good.

You know what I mean?

Simple.

I completely disagree

with you.

There's nothing simple

about what John does.

He doesn't just fix cars,

he builds them.

I think that's

pretty impressive.

I can't do that. I can't

imagine doing that. Could you?

Currently, I see something

else that's very impressive.

Don't you agree, John?

- (SIGHS)

- Really?

- DARREN:
Thank you.

- Enjoy.

Mmm-mmm. We will.

(LAUGHING)

t's just a joke.

- Come on.

- You're such a jerk.

- Baby.

- God.

Yeah, listen, I can look, but

I can't touch. Right, baby?

- Right.

- Come on. Give me a kiss.

- MALIA:
Just cut it out.

- DARREN:
Come on, baby.

To Brea,

the best reporter

in Sacramento.

- (GLASSES CLINK)

- (CHUCKLES)

- DARREN:
Mmm.

- Thank you, Darren.

I know exactly what's

gonna cheer her up.

Did you tell her what you

got her for her birthday?

- Darren.

- No, I didn't.

It's a surprise.

Are you kidding me?

Babe, it's her birthday.

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