11 february 2017
Stop whatever you’re doing, I need you to talk to me.
That’s alright, it’s not as if I was in the middle of contract renegotiations for Eva Green or anything.
Shush, this is more important.
Christ’s sake, what’s he done this time?
He slept with Nat Parrish.
Wait, while you two were together?
Well, no, while we were split up.
I’m not following what the problem is, Bea.
He never told me about it. He’s keeping secrets, Clay.
Doesn’t it make more sense that he hasn’t told you simply because it doesn’t mean anything? I doubt he’s smart enough to try and keep elaborate secrets from you.
I’m going go ahead and ignore that dig in order to further focus on the problem at hand.
I heard about it from a bloody PA. He worked on Mudbound with me, and La La Land before that, and he mentioned that he thought it was “so cool” that I was “totally chill” with being friends with someone who’d slept with my boyfriend. Not that I blame Nat, naturally, none of it’s her fault – Bran’s a catch, you know? How do you turn that down? And it’s not like she’s a close friend or anything, but she was still a friend, or at least friendly, and Bran’s gone off and slept with her. Slept with her!
While you two were broken up.
She’s better than me, Clay. What if he settled? What if he only got back with me because she got back with Dan? I mean, she’s an Academy Award nominee for Christ’s sake. And she’ll probably win it, even though Isabelle clearly deserves it.
You’re an Academy Award nominee too, Bea.
But I didn’t win it. And I’ve just spent the last year muddling my way through critically panned projects. She’s gotten nothing but praise with hers, you know. How do you compete with that? I’ve never done anything that’s gotten the attention that film’s gotten.
Overblown praise – you know plenty of people think this La La Land craze has been blown wildly out of proportion. And I know, I know, Bran was in it and you thought he was dazzling, but face it, Bea: the film isn’t as bloody outstanding as the awards are making it out to be.
Besides, you know full well you’ve always been singled out as carrying projects. TLBO, especially. People didn’t like the film, but they loved you. That says quite a bit, don’t you think?
But that’s not the same, Clay. It’s just not. And she’s got a huge franchise on the horizon, even! Marvel!
This would be where I tell you that you could’ve had Scarlet Witch if you’d wanted it. YOU turned it down.
Can we not, Clay? I thought you were finally over that.
And she’s beautiful, besides.
Stop, Clay. I’m not fishing for compliments. I’m just venting.
I know you aren’t. But I think you need to hear it when you get like this.
Have you talked to Bran about any of this?
What do you mean, “of course not?” Bea, we’ve been over this. You can’t expect him to be a mind reader.
I’ve never expected him to be. I expected him not to sleep with friends of mine, but that’s on me, I suppose. I knew from the get go he couldn’t keep his hands off his costars. He slept with Jess Chastain, you know.
Yes, I know. You’ve mentioned it once or twice.
At some point you need to stop thinking everyone’s out to abandon you. I don’t particularly care for him, but this seems like an awful lot of responsibility to saddle on someone that doesn’t even know you’re bothered by it. Have you talked to Minna?
I’m not putting her in that kind of position. She’s close with Nat, adores her. Can’t blame her.
Acting like she’s better than you. You’re both talented, let’s just leave it at that. Don’t start the self-pitying, it doesn’t suit you.
You really should be talking to Bran about this, besides.
I hate bothering him with stuff like this.
These sort of feelings, yes.
You’re absolutely impossible. Have I told you that lately?
No, but I never tire of hearing it.
Just talk to Bran before this gets any worse, sweetheart. And it will get worse, if you keep sitting around making things up in your head. You know how you get.
Because I’m always right, I know. Let me know how it goes, yeah?