Trust Me Page #3

I'm so sorry.

- We can still save this.

- You are an a**hole!

- A**hole.

- Get in the damn car, Phillip, now!

I mean it!

No, please? Really?

Come on, seriously. Please.

After four and a half years?

Please, don't do this.

Come on, Janice, please. Don't...!

Hello.

Hello?

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hello?

He... hello?

Hello?

What the...

what the f***, man?

If you ask me, you're better off.

I did this cable thing

with him last year,

we played siblings who both needed

one of Anne Archer's kidneys,

and he's okay,

but it never goes much deeper

than the audition, you know?

And I met his sister once.

She used to go out for stuff, too,

until she turned 14

and caught a bad case of the uglies.

What do you got?

It's his game thing.

Are you going to smash it

and send the pieces?

Yeah, I probably will.

Oh, my God.

You're going to give it back to him.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

He just dumped you and you're going

to give him back his game thing?

It's not his fault. He's a good kid.

- I'm Howard.

- Lydia.

I'm sorry about messing up

your audition before.

Do you want me to talk to somebody?

Maybe I could get you another shot.

Something tells me you may not be

the best person for that job.

So it's no need. I got it.

- You got the part?

- Yeah.

They're all getting off

that you thought it was real.

Meg took the tape in to Nigel

and they offered it to me on the spot.

That's... congratulations.

- It's two scenes.

- Are you kidding me?

Brad Pitt became a superstar

off just two or three scenes

- in Thelma...

- In "Thelma & Louise." Yeah.

My mom used to say that.

- Is she... gone?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's not like she died or anything.

She just moved to Vegas

with her stoner boyfriend Kai.

Where's your dad?

He's in there trying to get validated

by that skeezy receptionist.

Or maybe he's getting

his parking ticket stamped.

- How old are you?

- 14.

Well, almost. I know, precocious.

Well, it was nice talking to you, Lydia.

Would you say that was up or down?

No idea.

I hope this is a pretty bad day for you.

You know...

- if you don't mind me asking, who's your...

- Agent? His name's Mark.

He's a sketchy coach-agent-

casting guy back in Tulsa.

- Is that where you live?

- It was.

Until Mom and Kai bolted to Vegas.

You know, you're really good.

You oughta be working

with somebody here in town.

What's this?

He's hitting on me.

- Dude!

- I was not... I wasn't hitting on you.

He thinks I need local representation.

Which I do.

You think it's okay to just walk up

and start talking to my daughter

about business behind my back?

No, I... she talked

to me, really. She...

I recognize you.

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