[comes into Caleb Brewer's office] Hi. I'm Ella. Simms? Junior publicist?
Caleb
Right. You work under Phillip.
Worked. From what I hear, he's past tense, and quite frankly, good call. Never trust a man who spray-tans.
Caleb
Or a woman who has no loyalty for her coworker. [hands Ella a box] Here you go. Pack up your office.
Caleb
You know... think of this as the Titanic, Ella. There's only so much room on the life raft.
Caleb... I never say this to a man, but I am now. Letting me go would be the biggest mistake of your life.
Caleb
Oh, I seriously doubt that.
Give me the weekend, and I promise, I will bring a client into this firm that is bigger than Zach Quinto's eyebrows.
Caleb
Well, in case you hadn't noticed, it's Monday.
And I am a woman of my word. Have you heard of Trudy Chandler? Stylist to the stars? I am this close to signing one of her clients.
Caleb
Uh, well, "this close" wasn't part of the deal. You know, in fact, I am familiar with Trudy Chandler. So familiar, in fact, that I stopped by her house Saturday night.
Caleb
Not only was I there, but, uh, I made quite an impression. I signed Jasper Barnes.
Okay, that's impossible because I know what it takes to sign that guy, and there is no way that you could've...
Caleb
Oh, sweetheart, you really need to recalibrate that gaydar.
Okay, you may be into men, but Jasper was into me.
Caleb
He is an actor. He's into anybody that can pleasure him personally or professionally. And apparently, you fall into the latter category.
Caleb
Despite my best "signing" techniques, which were... well, more than enough to seal the deal, he insisted that you be his point person. He said he's never met a publicist as ballsy as you are.
Caleb
What are you doing here?
This is where they put my desk. Your turn.
Caleb
Our client, Kavi DeKnight, he walked off the set of Boomkat's new music video this morning.
Yeah. I am already on it.
Caleb
Uh, if you were on it, then TMZ wouldn't have caught Kavi sprinting past MOCA screaming like a madman.
What did Kavi expect? Taryn's a live grenade. She thinks everyone's stalking her.
Caleb
Meanwhile, Kavi's credibility as a director is quickly becoming a PR Hindenburg.
Caleb, relax. This thing spins like a top. Kavi had a bad burrito and went home. Done. Let craft service take the hit.
Aren't you late for your power cocktails with the velvet mafia pre-Laker game?
Caleb
Oh, I got a half hour and a vested interest in women's trendy denim.
Or more like a vested interest in what's under Anton's hemp boxer briefs.
Caleb
Hot, talented, successful... He's more than mere hookup material. I'd date him.
Caleb
So, how's the press kit coming along?
AAnton
[to Jonah, away from Ella and Caleb] No! Jonah, we need to see the details, okay?!
Go. I'll take care of this. I mean, you don't want to be sober for tip-off.
Caleb
Ella, keep Anton happy. Oh, and, uh... find out if he's dating anybody.
Caleb
What I need for you to do is take over the lunch meeting I was supposed to have with Franz Keppler. You do know who Franz Keppler is, right?
Yeah, the German wunderkind who makes indecipherable indie movies that I would rather pluck my eyes out than sit through.
Caleb
I wouldn't open with that. You know, Franz is white-hot right now that he's about to start rolling on the Bruckheimer blockbuster. So, I need you to convince him that he needs WPK.
Right. Um, okay, a couple of problems. I know nothing about his movies, I speak zero German and lederhosen is not my style.
Caleb
Oh, Anton was right. The schoolteacher's absolutely gorgeous. All right, look, whatever issues you have, just leave them at the door tonight. This launch party better go smoothly.
There is no place that I would rather be. Except for maybe Fallujah, getting my fingernails ripped out.
Caleb
Ella, I'm serious. Being Riley's handler means she's within ten feet of you at all times. With Anton in Milan, it's our job to make sure Riley's story gets out there.
Caleb, Riley is an adult. Expertly potty-trained. Trust me, all I need to do is go and drink the free champagne.
Caleb
You're doing this. Direct orders from New York.
Oh, well, you can tell New York that when we're looking for their opinion, we'll ask.
[shows up unexpectedly at the door] Why don't you tell New York yourself?
Caleb
Amanda, um, I thought you weren't, uh, visiting for another two weeks.
You know how I love surprises. This LA branch is drowning in red like a steer in a slaughterhouse. Now, when I hired you to give this place a makeover, I didn't mean smear it with lipstick and turn it into a five-dollar hooker. This office is pathetic.
Caleb
Uh, Amanda, you hired me to revamp this company from the ground up. I'm still establishing new client relationships. Anton V, for example. This could be a hugely successful campaign.
Anton V? More like Anton Y. As in, why are we spending so many man hours on a denim line? And I think we both know what I mean by man hours. You could have been a leader, Caleb, but your focus shifted from your client's assets to your client's ass. You're fired. Get out. Take your bat and balls with you.