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Who was that?

Um, remember that book

publisher from the aquarium?

He read a couple of

chapters from my book.

He really likes them.

And he wants to read

the whole thing.

But there is no book.

I know, but I can write it.

Can you even spell

one word in English?

Oh, come on, Michelle.

Come on.

Michelle, come on.

Look at me, look at me.

This guy, he's a dangling

a carrot in front of that

cute little Brazilian

nose of yours.

I mean, come on, look at you!

You're not a writer.

You're a model.

You're an a**hole.

- I'm an a**hole?

- Yeah!

Look at everything I do for you.

You got photoshoots

all next week.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Michelle, you are so naive!

This guy just wants a piece of

your ass like everybody else.

Hi.

Don't worry.

No problem.

- You know where I landed?

- Hm.

- In the racetrack.

- Hm!

Yeah, on top of a horse.

And you know, the

worst part of it?

I won.

You won the race?

Yeah, and it ended with

the horse and I won.

What's up?

Right there.

What's his name?

No, I've never heard of him.

No, I don't need a

reference, but I...

You know, I'm not paying

$300 for a dog groomer.

I think that's a little steep.

Alright.

Bye.

Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh god.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

That's why I need another week.

So I can work on

the film, you know?

Go to the editing

room, you know?

So I can show you my vision.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

You are nothing.

Hello?

Michelle?

I've been calling you for hours.

Where are you?

Um, writing.

Are you drunk?

Alright, I'm coming

to get you right now.

Where are you?

Why?

You don't think I can write?

I'm coming to get you right now.

Where are you, Michelle?

At um...

Where the f*** is that?

Michelle?

Michelle!

Sexiest sister in town.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Let me introduce you to the

brand new, the unstoppable...

Emma.

Juicy.

E, double m, a, double d.

E, double m, a, double d.

Oh, Sophia.

Oh yeah.

Eddie, my boy, you know that

I love you. And why not?

You're a genius, you sh*t gold,

and Oscars are made of gold.

But this film is different.

It's humane, you know?

It's deep, it's ambiguous.

Mm.

It's about...

You know, it's a poem.

I shot it like a f***ing poem.

It's art, of course.

- It's on another plane.

- Yeah.

It's slow.

The way art is.

Uh... nothing much happens.

Again, that's an art thing.

And don't get me

wrong, I love it.

It touches my soul and I

didn't think I had one.

I'm just worried, not

worried, but concerned and

this is coming from me who's

an insect compared to you.

I'm worried that Marissa

might not really like it.

- What?

- Excuse me.

Are you Edward

Deacon, the director?

Yeah, I'm the author, yeah.

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