"When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self-assured." Help!, the Beatles -Dasey-
Help! 2:18
"This is… terrifying," Derek admits at the Hollywood release of his first film.
"I'm here," Casey murmurs.
He snorts, winking at the cameras filming him before turning away. "Sure you are."
"You know what I meant." She reclines on the couch in her living room. "I can see you. All the reporter on Channel Six is talking about is the mystery person you're talking to…"
"I wonder what she'd think if she knew it was the intern working downstairs…You been watching?"
"Since four. I had to turn it off, though; my boss caught me."
"Subtle."
"Well," she huffs, pretending to be mad at her stepbrother, "everyone else was watching it. Just because I only work as a correspondent doesn't mean that I shouldn't get any stories here in the States."
Derek shrugs. "They're just worried that the new girl from Canada's going to outshine them."
"Now you're just trying to flatter me."
"Why would I do that?" he mocks.
"You'll do fine. I'll be watching the whole time. Even made popcorn."
"Wish I was there with you."
"I wish I was there with you," Casey accentuates. "This is gonna be your big break. Don't wish it away. I'll be here for you."
"Don't I know it? Well, here we go," he mutters as the opening sequence begins playing.