Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
How long since your last confession, my son?
Twenty-seven hours.
It's really too often.
You're not that bad.
Here at Capital Pictures
as you know millions of people look to us
for information and uplift and yes,
entertainment.
And we're gonna give it to 'em!
And action!
And army of technicians and actors and top notch artistic people
are working hard to bring to the screen
our biggest release of the year.
Hail Caesar is prestige picture
with one of the biggest stars in the world!
Baird Whitlock!
A truth we could see if we had
but...
If we had...
- Faith! - Faith!
Faith!
Cut!
- Mr Mannix? - What's up?
The director can't find Baird Whitlock.
Somebody slipped it under my door...
"We have your movie star."
"Gather a hundred thousand dollars..."
"...and await instructions."
"Who are we?"
"The Future."
Hello, Bert.
Hello Mr Mannix!
Lawrence, Opie, thank you all for coming.
The studio needs your help.
Baird Whitlock has been kidnapped.
This bad... Bad for movie stars everywhere...
It's been twenty-four hours.
But we're lookin' for 'im.
We don't want it in the gossip columns.
This is gonna cost the studio a lotta money.
Now that's where you come in.
In need some cash.
You must have very strong forearms.
Is it hard, squeezin' it like that?
It's part of the job, Miss.
I'd like to know what the hell is going on here!
Twenty-million readers want the truth, Eddie!
Truth, yes...
Eddie!
This is a drama, Mannix, a real drama!
Mr. Mannix?!
I don't wanna sound screwy, but someone's calling from The Future?
Good Lord!
Wondering what's going on?