Victor Crowley Page #3

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get more supplies for my kit.

- Wait, but we'll miss

the book signing.

- Do you want fake blood

in your horror movie or not?

- Alright, well

let's get a move on then.

Alex, change your clothes.

- Hey, you know what

I've always been wondering?

Why do they movie

commercials "trailers",

if they play them

before the movie?

- Alex, you had one job.

- What?

- I got the face wrong,

didn't I?

- There, ah, wasn't any other

daytime show I could've done

besides my ex-wife's?

- Sabrina's producers offered

the most amount of money.

And who cares?

As your publicist,

I'm telling you,

you killed it in there.

- No, I didn't.

That was a disaster, Kathleen.

God and she still

treats me like a criminal.

- People are gonna think

whatever they wanna think,

as long as they buy your book,

why do you care

if they hate read it?

- It's a good book.

- It's an amazing book.

- I think people are going

to be very moved by it.

- Are you kidding me?

I think everyone in the world

is gonna love it.

How could they not?

- You haven't read it either?

- It's on my list.

- Murderer!

- I was exonerated!

Almost a decade ago,

but everywhere I go,

people still act

like I, I, i--

- like you chopped up forty or

something people in the swamp

and you blamed it on

a make believe ghost?

- Whose side are you on?

- Come on.

We gotta go.

Listen to me.

It's almost over.

All you have to do is cash out

on the anniversary

of this bullshit

and then you

put it behind you

and you spend

the rest of your life

counting your money

back in Japan.

- I'm from Baton Rouge.

And I'm Chinese!

- Are you sure?

- Hey, you're shaking.

- No, I'm not.

- I can see the outline

of your excitement

dripping down

the inside of your jeans.

- You're not helping, rose.

Do these jeans make me

look unprofessional?

- No, you look great.

- I mean, if I was presenting

myself as a director,

I probably wouldn't

have worn jeans.

I'm losing my sh*t, you guys.

We're about the meet the only

guy to ever see Victor crowley

and live to tell about it.

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean, if you believe in

that kinda stuff, right.

- Are you with me or not?

- Of course I'm with you, yeah.

I believe in you, Chloe.

I believe in you, I don't

believe in any of this stuff

but I love you, Chloe,

and I know for a fact

that one day

I am going to see you

win an academy--

- it's him.

Oh my god, that's him.

- Excuse me.

Thank you.

Excuse me, he's here.

Yes, he is.

Okay...

- Ah-huh, yeah.

Really?

Oh my god.

- Hang on here.

One, two...

Oh, this is a big one...

Three.

All fixed.

Perfect.

- There you go.

- Oh my god.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Do you mind?

It's Kristina,

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