Robert is many things. An actor, an egoist, a debated drug addict.

But one thing he is not is stupid.

Robert knows he is talented. He does not book roles just because of nepotism, even though it had certainly helped. He is good.

But it's 1987, he's a revered member of the brat pack, and he is thoroughly enjoying himself in Los Angeles. Which is why he absolutely never suspected that you were going to crash-land into his life.