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Hey!

Good morning, good morning,
good morning.

So you all know me
as your professor,

but I also play
different roles in my life.

I am a mentor.

I am a semiprofessional
chess player.

I am a 4.95-rated
Uber passenger.

And apparently
a so-so comedian.

Point is, we all play
different roles in life.

But those roles can take on
a life of their own.

In a recent experiment,
Rizwan and I

had 20 students take
a math test,

but we gave half of them

the answers
at the bottom of the sheet.

To no one's surprise,

the students who had
the answers scored higher,

and half of them received
a certificate

declaring them
high math achievers.

That certificate in hand,
these students started

to believe
they were better at math

than they really were.

We brought that same group
back to take another math test,

but this time,
we asked the students to bet

on how well they'd do.

The students
with the certificates

bet twice as much
on themselves.

And how did that turn out,
Phoebe?

They overestimated
their abilities.

100% of them.

Or, as they'd say, 110%.

So today we're going to talk
about self-deception,

which can be insidious.

So when you take on these
different mantles of your life,

it's really hard to remember
what is real

and what is simply
playing a part.

This isn't really
my role, Ashok.

I know.

I hired you to work
for my firm,

but now I need
something personal.

You want me
to follow your fiancé

based on a feeling
that something's wrong?

We're getting married
in a month.

But Malcolm,
he's acting strange.

He's muttering to himself.

He's working late every night.

You said he's a paralegal
working for an estate lawyer.

That's not unusual.

Yeah, but I just found out
that his boss has been

sipping champagne
at the French Open

for the last two weeks.

Plus, I overheard
this intense call

with someone named Des.

We don't know any Des.

Ashok--

No, I know
what you're gonna say,

but Malcolm is not cheating.

I know him.

He wouldn't do that.

Rose, please.

I'm worried.

And I don't trust
anyone but you.

I know
following Ashok's fiancé

isn't exactly
the dinner we had planned,

but Ashok is
a very important client.

It's fine.

You owe me
surf and turf after this.

I just need photo evidence
that Malcolm is cheating,

and we'll be on our way.

Not exactly a romantic
location for a tryst.

It is remote.

Diversion from his routine.

He's been secretive.

His body language
doesn't read affair.

He's anxious.

Maybe corporate espionage?

Maybe not.

Maybe we should split up.

But do not engage.

We don't know
what we're heading into.

Just call me
if you see anything.

Ooh.

Are you here for the plant?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Go on in.

Are you ready?

You're here to audition
for the plant, right?

The plant.

Yes.

I'm here... to audition.

Hey, man, don't be nervous.

I'm Edgar.
I'll be reading with you.

Edgar.

Alec. Hi.
- It's a really fun role.

And we all want you
to be great.

So no pressure, yeah.

Oh, man.

Guess I didn't let
that glue dry long enough.

You built that yourself?

Yeah.

We all pitch in
wherever we can.

Kind of
the community theater spirit.

We talking character here?

I'm Ursula, the director.

You know "Little Shop
of Horrors," right?

Uh--

Poor, meek orphan boy
wants girl.

Plant from outer space
helps boy get girl.

Then the bloodthirsty plant
tries to eat everyone he knows.

But I wanna keep it grounded,
you know?

All right, let's go.

Can you hold that open?

Thank you. Yep.

Sorry. I'm here.

Ah, sitter canceled.

Can you help me pull this on?

I think my bicep got too big.

Just--

Who's been messing
with the AC?

Ursula wants it cold
for comedy.

Edgar Jordan?

That's not his name.

Huh.

The infamous Des.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

And five, six--

Hi there.

I couldn't help but notice

Desmond Thorn is
in this production.

- Are you a fan?
- Oh, yes.

I saw his "Titus Andronicus"
in Hoboken ten years ago.

Unforgettable.

I don't suppose
you could introduce me?

We have not seen that man
in three days.

He just up and left
without a word.

Yeah, maybe this
janky theater couldn't pay him.

Are you all being paid?

No, he's the only one.

They fly him out here
every year

so he can feel like a star

at the Robert Hawkins
Community Theater.

But if he's gone,
what happens to the show?

We're holding emergency
auditions right now.

Hopefully
one of these clowns is

decent enough to replace him.

How am I supposed to keep on
feeding you, kill people?

I'll make it worth
your while.

What?

You think
this is all coincidence, baby?

The sudden success around here,
your adoption papers--

I'm so sorry.
I--I have to take this.

Let's take five.

Remind me which one of us
is a professional spy again?

It looks like
Malcolm's just starring

in a community theater musical.

Why keep a secret so mundane
from someone you love?

Secret theater,
secret identity.

He's using the name
Edgar Jordan.

There's more to this.

Keep her occupied.

- Ursula.
- Yeah?

Would you read
the scene with me?

Don't freak out, OK?

No, no,
that is not what happened.

We had a deal.

Don't call anyone.

Don't do anything.

I'm--I am taking care of it.

I don't want anyone else
getting involved.

Just--

Just give me
a couple more days.

I think I found Des.

Rose, this is
Detective Serrano.

He's a friend of a friend.

When Detective Hall says
a case needs our attention,

we jump at it.

Told me about the work you did
on the Vincent Lee case.

Says you're great
at what you do.

So you found the body?

He's an actor here.

Last time anyone saw him
was at dress rehearsal

for Act 1 on Monday night.

Well, lucky you were here.
My officers say

the construction crew bailed
a week ago.

A couple of months ago,
a burst pipe,

but they ran out of money

before the repairs
were complete.

Plus the cold weather.

It could have been days
before anyone discovered him.

And you don't think
this was an accident?

No.

I found his glasses over here.

Des was wearing them
in his headshot.

And this room here was
covered in construction dust,

except the area
around the shaft.

Like someone moved the body?

Maybe he was killed here
and dragged into the hole.

Well, the autopsy will
give us some answers.

If he was killed,
the culprit would be

one of those theater people.

How do you know that?

Well,
according to several of them,

the access code to that door
was recently changed.

They're the only ones
that have it.

We're gonna treat this
as a homicide.

We could help with that.

We're here
on a separate investigation,

and we're already undercover.

I just auditioned
an hour ago.

People are more inclined
to be honest with their peers

as opposed
to an authority figure.

They all think
it was an accident.

We can keep it that way,

until you officially
know otherwise.

I don't know.

Like Detective Hall said,

we're very good at what we do.

Fine.

You go ahead
while I work on forensics.

Just keep me posted.
Keep it safe.

I assure you, Detective,
I'm well-trained

to handle any dangerous threats
we might face,

even actors.

If someone in the company
did kill Des,

you think it was Malcolm?

There's certainly
something wrong.

That call he took
was suspicious.

Ashok heard him talking to Des.

And he goes by Edgar.

Joining the company is
the only way of finding out.

But Des is dead.

Do you think
they'll still put on the show?

Community theater
is voluntary.

These people are here
because they want to be.

Because they love
the art they're creating.

The IKEA effect.

We place more value on
the things we build ourselves.

What are you gonna tell Ashok?

Nothing.

Yet.

I'm starting to wish this case
was just a little adultery.

Hi, everyone. Hi.

As you know, I don't just
play Audrey in the show.

My grandfather founded

the Robert Hawkins
Community Theater 50 years ago.

It's his legacy and mine.

So it breaks my heart
to have to do this.

But after Des' accident,
we have to cancel the show.

It's the right thing to do.

I hear you, Maya.

I just--I just wish
it didn't have to be.

Am I the only one?
- No.

- No.
- No, I agree with you.

Agreed, yeah.

I know I'm new here,
but even in the last few hours,

I've been blown away
by the sense of community.

You all are obviously great
at what you do,

and you've spent so much time
building this thing together.

And everybody's
so passionate and--

and creative.

It really would be a shame
to lose this now.

We're so close to opening.

If we keep going,

we could do it for Des,
in his honor.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

That would be
a great tribute.

All right, what do we think?

The show must go on?

Right?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- OK.

All right.

I guess I'll see you all
at rehearsal tomorrow.

OK.
It's gonna be OK.

That was quite a speech.

I meant every word.

That voice,
so commanding and rich.

Perfect for Audrey II.

Tell me you sing.

Absolutely he does.

His a cappella group won
the collegiate championship.

Who are you?

I'm his acting coach.

I went to RADA.

I'm on sabbatical here.

Well, we're a little short
of hands backstage.

How about you be
on the run crew?

Of course.
Yes.

You got the part.

We have 48 hours to get you
ready for opening night.

Don't get cold feet, 'cause
none of the other auditions

were even close.

But you haven't heard
all the other auditions yet.

I don't mean
to derail anything, Ursula,

but I was really hoping
to read for Audrey II.

Oh, Sameer, you sweet soul.

You are a sound
and lighting wizard.

This play only succeeds because
you are running the board.

You'd be wasted on Audrey II.

Now, I have to talk costumes
with Cassius.

We good?

All right.

I'm supposed to play
Audrey II?

The plant?

Kylie made me watch that movie.

It's a huge role.
I can't do that.

Don't worry.
I will help you.

I love "Little Shop."

I played Audrey
in drama college.

In fact, I'm a tiny bit jealous
you get to do this.

You wanna take a crack at it?
How's your low range?

I'm serious.

We only need to embed
long enough

to figure out
what happened to Des

and what Malcolm had
to do with it.

We'll solve this case
before opening night.

You've got this.
You'll be fine.

- There he is, Mr. Audrey II.
- OK!

This above all:
to thine own self be true.

And thou canst not then
be false to any man.

Sorry for interrupting.
I'm Rose.

I'm a new member
of the run crew.

Just getting a lay of the land.

Edgar.

I was just, uh,
doing Des' pre-show ritual.

I'm so sorry
about what happened.

Did you know him well?

Not really.

But he was always kind to me.

Happy to share his wisdom
and whiskey.

I feel so guilty
about it all.

What do you mean?

I was mad at him
for running off.

Same as everyone else.

When the truth is,
he was just lying there,

and none of us knew.

How awful.

You'll do
all your lines and songs

from this offstage vocal booth.

Um, we'll get
the puppeteers here

to talk to you
about coordination.

Sounds good.

This mic is in the wrong place.

It is supposed to be up here,
by your mouth.

I mean--oh, whatever.
It seems obvious.

I'll have to talk
to Sameer about this.

Is that Des'?

Yes.

I suppose I have
to call his family

and return his belongings.

Just, um, leave it aside
for now.

Paris Haskell,

some suspicious diamonds
turned up last night.

There were GIA etchings inside.

We traced them back
to a robbery

committed by your crew

six years ago in Chicago.

What can you tell us
about that day?

I don't have
to tell you anything.

You got me a field trip
from federal prison.

I'm gonna make that last
as long as possible.

You organized a robbery.
Two innocent people died.

And your whole crew
got rounded up,

except somebody got away
with these diamonds.

Who was it?

Desmond Thorn?

Looks like you get
five hours a week on the yard.

And you are 6 years
into a 20-year sentence.

Time must go slow.

What if we could get you
double the time on the yard?

Desmond Thorn.

I don't know who that is.

So you don't want the deal?

No, no, no.
No, I mean it.

Guy who jacked the diamonds,
name is Fabian Banks.

And he's a rat.

Betrayed all of us.

Wasn't even part of our crew.

Just played lookout
every once in a while.

You wouldn't happen to know
where he is, would you?

Deal is,
you give us information,

not the other way around.

Hello?

Ms. Dinshaw?

I'm Aly,
from Dr. Laurence's office.

I just wanted to verify
your contact information

for Dr. Mercer's
upcoming procedure.

Sorry.
Upcoming procedure?

Yes, his laser therapy
appointment next week.

Of course, yes.

This is the right number.
- Perfect.

I send over a PDF
with aftercare instructions.

If you have any questions,
let me know.

Absolutely.
Thank you so much.

Bye.

Sorry.

Hey, Quinn.
- Hey.

Marisa asked me
to show you this.

Paris says he has no idea
who Des is.

Says the guy who has
the diamonds is Fabian Banks.

Do you recognize him?
- Yes.

Except I know him
as Edgar Jordan

and Malcolm Ward.

How many roles is he playing?

How do you know where I live?

Fabian Banks?

Wha--what's going on?

They're here
because I hired them.

You had me looked into?

Followed?

Well, clearly,
I had reason to.

I'm engaged to someone
with three identities.

Fabian, Edgar, Malcolm.

There's a reason I haven't
told you certain things.

The police don't think that
Des just fell into that hole.

You're at the center
of a murder investigation.

What?

Des was murdered?

No.

I--I didn't kill anybody.

We know you weren't
just scene partners.

So if you want us
to believe you,

you need to explain.

Start at the beginning.

OK.

Ten years ago,

I was a struggling
theater actor in Chicago.

I was dating another actor.

Eddie.

But his day job was
a little... different.

He was
in Paris Haskell's crew.

Sometimes they asked me
to keep watch.

I could barely afford
headshots.

They said
no one would get hurt.

But something happened.

Robbery went wrong.

People died.

Eddie and I, we ran.

But the crew caught up with us.

And they killed him.

So you turned them in.

You're in witness protection.

That's why
Marisa couldn't find you.

The database is sealed.

I had to stop them,

even if it meant
leaving my whole life behind.

And you ended up here
as Malcolm Ward.

If you were in WITSEC,
why join a theater production?

You literally put yourself
in the spotlight.

After six years,
I thought using a fake name

at some Podunk theater
in the middle of nowhere

would be safe.

Social identity theory.

You sought a community
that gave you comfort.

My God, I have no idea
who you are.

No, that's not true.

The names don't matter.

You--you know me,
and I know you.

I can't even think
right now, OK?

I--I need some space.

- Ashok--
- Please just go.

Excuse me.

Malcolm, wait.

I don't know if this helps,

but studies show that if you
play a role for some time,

you start to believe
that's who you are.

So you're saying
he really is Malcolm?

More importantly,

I don't think he was pretending
to love you for three years.

Hey, hey, hey.

Slow down.

Take a deep breath.

I just ruined

the best thing
that has ever happened to me.

It was stupid
thinking that I could be

three different people.

Mm.
Four, if you count Seymour.

I know what it's like

having to hide
parts of yourself.

It takes a toll.

That's why
I needed the Hawkins.

I have to ask,
did Des know about your past?

Was he blackmailing you?

We found the diamonds.

I didn't realize
Eddie had kept them.

I found them
when I was packing up,

after it was all over.

I know I should have
turned them in,

but I was scared it would look
like I had lied to the cops.

So you held on to them.

Then when I heard
the theater was failing,

I saw a chance to do some good.

So I made a plan with Des.

You didn't want to be
linked back to the diamonds,

so he'd exchange them
for money instead.

He was broke.

I said I'd give him a cut.

He was happy
to look like the hero.

But he never showed up
to sell the diamonds.

I heard you
on the phone yesterday.

That was the fence?

When Des didn't show,
I assumed he ran.

I swear, I didn't know
he was dead.

I believe you.

Did anyone else know
about your plan?

I don't think so.

I told Des
to keep his mouth shut

until he had the money in hand.

So if the diamonds
weren't the motive,

who had reason to kill Des?

Don't get cute with me!

I made you,
and I can break you.

I can't believe
you're off-book.

My predecessor wasn't?

You know,
I was reading up about Des.

You guys were supposed to do
a movie together.

What happened?

He pulled out
three days before filming

because he got
something better.

Whole thing fell apart,
and my career went with it.

Hey.

It's whiskey.

A parting gift from Des.

As if I haven't picked up
enough of his bar tabs already.

I heard he had
some money issues.

Well, not as many after
I gave him a couple grand.

That is money
I will never get back.

I may just be
a stage manager by night,

but by day,
I'm a plastic surgeon.

I'm an award-winning

high school choir director.

But the way Des told it,
I'm a hack

who can't keep time
to save my life.

You know what?

You're a little flat
from the third to the fifth.

Just give me a wide smile.

Brighten it up.
Yeah, good.

My wife came to visit
last week.

Des hit on her.

He knew she was married,
but to Des,

a wedding ring
is just a suggestion.

Oh, my God.

No, no, it's fine.
It's fine.

I'm just drowning in paperwork,

trying to keep
this place afloat.

And he called me
a nepo baby influencer.

Whatever.

I've got
250,000 TikTok followers,

so more people know my name
than his.

Autopsy came back.

You were right.

ME might not have
even noticed it

had they not been looking
for it.

But turns out,
trauma to the victim's head

couldn't have been caused
by that fall.

Anybody stand out
as having motive?

All of them.

Des wasn't exactly
the most beloved member

of that theater company.

And they all had access
to that prop room.

So literally anyone
in the company

could be the murderer?

Yep.

Must be blood.

Twoey, that's disgusting.

Must be fresh.

I don't wanna hear this.

Good.
So, Seymour, just give me,

"I don't wanna to hear this,"
in rhythm.

And then, Audrey II, if you
just watch me from the window,

I'll give you a, "Three, four,"
"Feed me,"

and we'll be together
on the downbeat.

Makes sense?
- Let's try it from the booth.

Feed me.

OK.

Oh, my God!
What the hell happened?

Are you OK?

Wow, it's lucky
it didn't hit you.

Yeah.

Real lucky.

- Hey, Sameer?
- I know. I know.

Cue 37 was slower
than you wanted it to be.

The speaker
in my booth just fell.

Oh, God!
Are you OK?

I'm good.

But it's odd, right?

Two accidents.

First Des.
Now me almost.

Like whoever plays the plant
is cursed.

And you're the only one
who goes up on the grid.

Wait, are you saying
I made the speaker fall?

Why would I do that?

You wanted to play Audrey II.

Seriously?

Yeah, I wanted
to play the plant

but not enough to kill over it.

Why were you
in the booth before?

I'm the sound guy.

Ursula's paranoid something's
wrong with the plant mic.

There was a bad cue on Monday,
so now I triple-check it.

What cue?

Des was muffled
in the last scene of Act 1.

And that was the last time
anyone heard from Des, correct?

I guess, yeah.

If that was the last time
you heard from him,

when was the last time you
actually saw Des that night?

After he sang "Feed Me."

Third scene
before intermission.

He came up to give me
a stupid audio note

and then left to get a drink.

A drink?

He hides his whiskey
in the prop room.

Anyone else know that?

Everyone.

Everyone thinks Des died
Monday after rehearsal,

but no one actually saw him
after "Feed Me."

They just heard his lines.

What if that wasn't Des?

What if it was
whoever killed him?

That would mean
our whole timeline is wrong.

Des wasn't killed
after the rehearsal.

He was killed during it.
- Mm-hmm.

He sang "Feed Me,"
then took a break

because he wasn't in
"Do It Now."

Mm, you really do know
"Little Shop."

This is the book, with all
the blocking and scene changes.

"Do It Now" is one of
production's busiest moments.

There's a massive scene change,
lighting, costume changes.

And from the notes, it looks
like everyone had work to do.

Yet someone managed
to kill Des

and use the musical
as their alibi.

There's only one way
to find out for sure.

- What?
- Perform the play and find out

who had time to kill,
so to speak.

But we just did
our last rehearsal.

Which means our only chance
to identify the murderer

is for you to do the play
on opening night.

Does this look
inanimate to you, punk?

It's feeling a little stiff.

Does this look
inanimate to you, punk?

Um, let's drop the script
and shake it all out.

Come on. Shake it all out.

Shake it out.

What are you doing?

Oh, come on.

We need to help Alec loosen up
to find Audrey II.

Remember when you said

we just had to get
through rehearsal?

And remember
when you auditioned

and earned the role
on your own?

That means you can do this.

Come on.

You stand in front of students,
CEOs, dignitaries

and deliver your wisdom
without breaking a sweat.

But that's different.

I'm comfortable
talking about psychology,

my field
that I've studied for years,

as myself, Alec Mercer,
not an actor.

Well, this is a different role,

but you can still bring

that Alec Mercer confidence
to it

with the right kind
of preparation.

- Mm.
- Now, come on.

Shake it up. Shake.

Come on. You can do it. Shake.

Hoo! Let it all out.
Loosey-goosey.

I can't. I can't.

I can't do that.
I can't.

Ah.

Oh, I tried.

Mm.

I got a call about
your laser therapy procedure.

Oh, yeah.

I didn't know you decided
to go through with it.

The specialist called
out of the blue

and said there was information
about a new way

to reduce my scarring
without opioids.

- That's great.
- It is.

So why didn't you
just tell me?

When Marisa and I first met,

I was a full-time patient.

And the better part
of our relationship was

her being the caregiver.

She didn't complain, but--

but I don't want that to be us.

I don't want you to worry
about taking care of me.

I am your partner.

That means
whatever we need to do

for each other in any moment,
we will,

without hesitation.

I'm happy to be
your emergency contact.

- Mm?
- Mm.

Mm. Mm-mm.

What I'm not happy about,
though,

is with the phrasing
of that last line you did.

OK.

It's just one breath
and one thought.

OK?

Uh, does this look
inanimate to you, punk?

OK, so not to give you
a line read,

but something like...

does this look inanimate
to you, punk?

Give it some oomph!

Mm!

Don't worry.

You'll be ready
for opening night.

♪ Come on, Seymour,
don't be a putz ♪

♪ Trust me and your life
will surely rival King Tut's ♪

♪ Show a little initiative,
work up the guts ♪

♪ And you'll get it

♪ I don't know

♪ I don't know

Simon is gonna
be so mad he missed this.

Come on, Seymour,
don't trust the plant.

♪ Reservations

♪ Should I go

♪ And perform

♪ Mutilations

♪ How's about a room
at the Ritz ♪

♪ Wrapped in velvet,
covered in glitz ♪

♪ A little nookie's gonna
clean up your zits ♪

I can't believe
that's the professor.

I can't believe
this is my brother.

♪ If you wanna be profound

♪ Then you really
gotta justify ♪

♪ Take a breath
and look around ♪

♪ A lot of folks
deserve to die ♪

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

That's not a very nice thing
to say.

- But it's true, isn't it?
- No.

I don't know anyone
who deserves to get

chopped up and fed
to a hungry plant.

Mm...

sure, you do.

Cassius, I'm so sorry.

I forgot to preset
the bucket of guts

for the end of the first act.

- Where are they?
- All the way in the prop room.

But I have to help with the
scene change from stage left.

Can you grab them?

No, I have to set up
the dentist's office.

What about Mariana? Duke?

Everybody's busy.

But Maya can do it.

Maya?
She's in the next scene.

She's a dentist patient,
then a skid row bum.

That's two full costume changes
before the end of the act.

She underdressed.

She wore all three costumes
layered

so she can just remove one
to save time.

At least that's what she did
for dress.

So Maya was available

during the last dentist scene
on Monday?

Yes.

She'll help.

How do you like that?

Stupid dame forgets to bring
a sweater.

Christ!

If your stupid head
weren't screwed on!

Oh!

Good night, Seymour.

Good night, Mr. Mushnik!

Little red dots.

All over the floor.

You scared me.
What are you doing?

Gotta get ready
for the next song.

You always know where
everyone's supposed to be.

Running a theater,
growing up here,

you must know every department.

Lighting, sound, prop storage.

Well, I'm smarter
than people give me credit for.

Right.

Like how you underdressed
your costumes on Monday

for the dentist scene.

Yeah.
It's faster that way.

With the added benefit
of allowing you time

to kill Des
and make it back onstage

by the end of the act.

What?

You're letting the play
get to you.

I found the phone
you use to make your TikToks.

It also has recordings
of you and Des rehearsing.

Must be blood.
Must be fresh.

That's what everyone heard
Monday night.

It wasn't Des.
It was you playing that.

Because you'd
already killed him.

Why would I kill
the star of my show?

This theater
is my family's legacy.

It's not a legacy.

It's an albatross
around your neck.

We did some checking.

You got an offer for the land

to the tune
of almost a million dollars.

One problem,
there was a clause

in your grandfather's will.

You can only sell this theater
if it isn't profitable.

Everyone knew
that this place was struggling.

You couldn't even pay
your construction crew.

But then Des came.

I have the money.
You can save your theater.

I'm announcing it to everyone
after rehearsal tonight.

But if Des gave you
the money, you couldn't sell.

Instead of a million dollars,

you'd be stuck with this
fledgling theater forever.

So then what?

You made a plan to kill Des.

You snuck away and caught him
in the props room.

No!
No, I--

it's not true.

I never planned to kill him.

I went down there
to talk him out of it.

But God forbid you try
to talk Des out of anything.

He wouldn't hear it.

We fought, and then...

I have it all figured out, OK?

I'm telling them tonight.

No, no, no, no, you can't.

It was an accident.

He hit his head.

Except you dragged the body
into a shaft

very much on purpose.

And what about the speaker
that fell in my booth?

Was that an accident too?

I was just trying
to make it stop.

We should have shut down
the show after Des died.

I was trying to make people
think that we were cursed.

I'm sorry.

Semi-convincing performance.

The Hawkins Theater special.

No, no, no, no, no.
Wait.

You're under arrest.

What the hell's
going on here?

She's supposed to be onstage
in three minutes.

Not my problem.

Let's go.

Tell my followers.
Tell them I'm coming back.

You're gonna hear
from my lawyer.

You have a cue coming up.

Our Audrey was just arrested.

But you were the one
who inspired us

to keep going with all of this
in the first place.

Don't bail on me now.

Feed me.

I can't take
much more of this.

Look, I'll run down
to the corner

and get you a pound
of rare roast beef.

Maybe that'll hold you
till "Life" magazine gets here.

Uh-uh!

No way!

Look, it's my last offer.

Yes or no?

It's better than nothing!

Done!

Great!

And don't think
you're getting dessert.

Hmph!

That's supposed
to be Audrey's entrance.

Improvise.

♪ I couldn't sleep

♪ I took a Sominex

♪ But voices in my head
keep saying ♪

♪ "Go to Seymour

♪ Talk to Seymour"

♪ I drank some tea

♪ But, gee,
the feeling wasn't gone ♪

♪ Seymour, sweetheart

♪ Tell me, darling

♪ What's been going on

♪ Little lady, hello

Who--who said that?

♪ You're looking
cute as can be ♪

Is somebody there?

♪ You're lookin'
mighty sweet ♪

Seymour?

Seymour.
- No, it ain't Seymour.

It's me.

Oh, my God.

♪ Your friendly Audrey II

♪ This plant
is talkin' to you ♪

I don't believe it.

Believe it, baby.
It talks.

Am I dreaming this?

No, and you ain't
in Kansas neither.

Something's very wrong here.

Relax and go with it, doll.

Do me a favor,
will you, sweetheart?

A favor?

I need me some water
in the worst way.

Look at my branch.

I'm a goner, honey.

♪ Come on and give me a drink

I don't know if I should.

♪ Hey, little lady, be nice

You just want
some water, right?

♪ Sure do,
I'll drink it straight ♪

Oh, your branches are dry.
Poor thing.

♪ Don't need no glass
and no ice ♪

I'll get the can.

♪ Don't need
no twist of lime ♪

Here you go.

♪ And now it's suppertime

Oh! Oh!

Who do I sign it to?

- Alejandro.
- Alejandro.

You were both incredible.

Us? What about you?

No.

That was amazing.

Ashok, I--

I've never seen you do
anything like that before.

I'm so sorry
you had to hide it for so long.

I never meant to hurt you.

I understand that now.

Look, whatever was
in your past,

we'll deal with it.

What's important is our future.

Together.

There he is!

Audrey II!

- What are you doing here?
- Oh.

I definitely didn't tell you.

Mm!

You think you can
keep a secret from me?

Uh-uh.
And I bet you're glad

I made you watch
that movie now.

OK, well--hey.

Hi.
This is amazing.

What did you think?

One of the better
productions I've seen.

Oh, it was so good.

And Rose--oh, my God.

- Yeah, that was incredible.
- Where'd she go?

I have so many questions.

I'll be right back.

You're missing out.

I got more compliments
about you.

What's wrong?

You got a case, didn't you?

Something like that.

Well, it's OK.

You have to travel.

We'll figure it out.

We always do.

It's not like that.

It, um--

it involves
someone from my past.

Someone I never told you about.

OK.

Who?

My husband.