Bad actor. Client of Harry Drake.

S5E6 - (Flashforward) At Toots Shor’s, Taylor tries to drop Harry Drake as his agent and hire Susie Myerson, but gets forcefully rejected.

TAYLOR: Everybody knows the old man's losing it. Clients are dropping him left and right. Spencer Tracy's the latest. Not that anyone gives a shit about Spencer Tracy.
SUSIE: You want another drink?
TAYLOR: You're paying.
SUSIE: Two more.
TAYLOR: I wanted in on Dr. Strangelove. Harry tells me they're giving it to George C. Scott. George is good, but fuck it, I'm better.
SUSIE: Yup.
TAYLOR: What does Harry do for me, anyway? Except take his cut. I want you to represent me. No more losing parts to George or Tony Perkins or fucking Richard Burton. In two years' time, here's what I want. A penthouse with a terrace overlooking the park. A closet full of Sy Devore suits. Porsche 911 that I can drive to my beachfront house in the Hamptons. You with me?
SUSIE: Hey, what was that last film of yours, Taylor? Daylight Fades?
TAYLOR: Yeah. It did okay.
SUSIE: No, it didn't. And the one before that?
TAYLOR: The Earth Turns.
SUSIE: So did my stomach when I saw it.
TAYLOR: Hey!
SUSIE: What did Harry Drake do for you, Taylor? He took a no-talent, run-of-the-mill D-list hack actor who was number nine on the call sheet of a fucking soap opera, got him jobs he didn't earn, didn't deserve and couldn't fucking pull off.
TAYLOR: Hey, what the fuck?
SUSIE: You sit there, not giving a shit about Spencer Tracy. You compare yourself to actors that are way out of your league, and you think I'd stoop so low as to work with you and fuck over Harry Drake to boot? Well, I hope you got something to fall back on, asshole, 'cause the only house in the Hamptons you're gonna see is the one with the pool you're cleaning, and the only terrace you're gonna know is the one you jump off of. You pay for the drinks, you talentless shit.
– S5E6

6. The Testi-Roastial

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