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Previously on Heels. Man, we are losing money. We are losing so much fucking

money. Such a fucking failure.

What's going on here, Willie?

Tom and I made an agreement years ago that we would do whatever we need to do

keep this place alive.

And you don't need to worry about what those things are. Are they legal? Some

are. But whatever those other ones are, we're not doing them anymore.

For those of you wondering, what was that?

That was Tom Dan.

A spade.

is back dystopia was supposed to end the night up with the ring invasion instead

we end the night down in front of a thousand people i am not used to having

run everything by a partner get used to it or the lawsuit is back on so i have

some thoughts on how this should go why should i let you book what happens in my

ring and trust that you're actually going to go through with it well first

you get to punch me in the face yay dad yeah yay me last year total revenue from

professional wrestling was 1 .095 billion I guess I could grow to love

professional wrestling.

Brooks Rizzo just texted. He's going to be a little bit late. We're not going to

start the show without him. So get him out there for Will Call. Sit next to him

during the show. If he needs anything, get it to him. You were right about the

Women's League. We'll make Gully put you in a match with one of his women. Get

in that ring at Dystopian. Just shove it up your ass.

I'm here to sparkle, and I'll be there to protect you.

Hey, listen up, Crystal.

This right here is a two -year contract for you to join FWD.

You get the hell away from her. You cannot.

Crystal Tyler, she's no sellout.

Like you.

Nice riding, Jack.

Wherever you are, Jack Spade, this isn't over.

Just don't be out for long!

Excuse me. Somebody told me that you work with Crystal Tyler and the Spade

brothers. I do?

I'm Brooks Rizzo.

I would love to know more about them.

Like what?

Everything.

find you to find the peace that you're

all where you come from all that you want

one that's gone

New Japan, but Florida Wrestling Dystopia. In the build -up to what's

to be a hot cross promotion, God of Chaos Charlie Gulley has stolen DWL's

Crystal Tyler away from Jack Spade and signed her to a new contract.

Visit Dystopia's Instagram to see clips of this one, folks. This gal's a star.

The Duffy Wrestling League out of southwestern Georgia has had a notable

recently. with the defection of Rooster Robbins, the injury to Bobby Pinn, and

the addition of rabid Ricky Rabies and Hall of Famer Wild Bill Hancock to their

roster. Absent in all of this has been the luchador Diego Cottonmouth. Maybe

Jack Spade just is not a fan of Diego Cottonmouth anymore.

But the big story is the Condam, the DWL's new hooded hellraiser on a

tour. Watch out for this guy, folks.

Your friend Dick Valentino will invite the condemned to discuss the drama at

work and play in the hallowed halls of the DWL. If you're making a mess, make

sure you clean it up.

I'm making a vision board.

It's a tool to help me manifest my goals for my new gimmick, the condemned in

the ring, but also my personal goals in life.

You seem to distractedly be doing a lot of very uncharacteristic stuff.

Not distractedly, intentionally.

Mama, I'm realizing that...

I always looked at my mistakes as like malfunctions instead of what they are.

Choices made by a dude who's led an unexamined life.

Unexamined because I've always been preoccupied. Playing four sports a year.

was in the car going to practice, at practice, from practice, from a game,

working out, recovering, resting, always trying to improve so I can compete and

leaving no room for just...

thinking, contemplating, reflecting. How can I be a part of a greater good? How

can I be alive and help? And if we don't do that, then we're just winging

it.

I don't want to wing it anymore.

That's all fine.

But you appear to be wildly swinging from branch to branch like a monkey.

Leaving Duffy, returning to Duffy. Hating, wrestling, rediscovering it.

a gimmick with real life. Calling that the result of reflection.

So while you are transforming, winging it into your vision of who you should

consider the following.

Earning a living.

Now, unless you're certain that that glue isn't going to wind up all over my

dining room table, you leave some newspaper down.

Need us for background, Chief?

Uh, no, I'm good.

Wait. Don't lecture me. One word is not a lecture. It is from you.

Please wait till we get good news. We may not get good news.

Then save it till we get bad news so there's more for us to ground our

with together.

I gotta say, Bill, it's all so exciting.

Amen. We are on the verge, Willie.

What do y 'all think Ted Turner's really like? Ted Turner's just a good old boy.

Stop moving, unless you want to get real stuck like a pig. I can't believe Ted

Turner's even talking about us wrestling on TV.

Because his man Eric Bischoff's seen what we do.

His word's out about how we do what we do. Now Ted's about to pay us to do more

of what we do.

WCW!

WCW!

WCW!

I'm going to go ahead and stash the liquor in the bathroom.

People get junky about booze at work nowadays.

Good idea.

I have them on occasion.

Hey, just be yourself.

Seems to be working for me. I was talking to Jack.

Hey, look at you, all geared up.

Very method.

That's what he came to see, ain't it?

Damn it.

What? What's wrong?

I forgot the crayon. Should I go home and get it? I think we're good.

Okay, he's here.

All right, Deb's going to bring him up. Well, good luck to the both of you then.

Every question he asks, ask three of him. People love talking about

So, fair me la bouche. Always a good strategy. Yeah, fair me la bouche, la

douche.

Okay, well, you text us if you need rescuing.

All right, good.

Good luck.

That's pretty wet. You're going to want to wipe that off.

You think he's going to be all right? Time will tell. Maybe we should go back

in. We were invited. Exactly my point. Here we go again.

Stay present and preoccupied.

Focus elsewhere for more productive ends. Let's rustle up the troops.

We're going to take this promotion to the next level. We've got to get a whole

lot better at this one too. Sweet.

Stacey Spade, looking sharp.

Morning, Bill.

Morning, Willie.

Morning. Did the meeting start?

Just about to, I believe.

Do I have any food in my teeth?

My eyes are terrible.

You're good.

Thanks. Fingers crossed.

I'll be in it.

Jack doesn't invite us. The two people in it, if possible, he invites her.

Why? First of all, because she's his wife.

Second, same reason I'd invite her if I was having that meeting. A smart woman

makes any man look smarter and stable.

Just like you do for me, ravishing princess.

I gotta get in the dome.

My master class is about to begin.

Yesterday, in a surprise verdict, former football star O .J. Simpson was found

not guilty of murder in the case of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman.

With more on the story, we're going to Tim Phoenix.

That's right, I'm here now.

Howdy.

Tom Spade to see Mr. Turner.

Yes, Mrs. Bates. Welcome.

I'll let Mr. Turner know you're here.

There he is.

Looking sharp, Tom.

Joe, I can't thank you and Eric enough for your belief in me in this

introduction. You're a heck of a wrestler, Tom. Easy to do.

Morning, Dolores.

Morning, Mr. Cannon.

Your boy O .J. had a lucky day, eh?

Oh, he's not my boy, Mr. Cannon.

Ted is going to love you. Ted is just very invested in the talent that

represents his name and his networks.

Don't BS him.

He's sincere, real, confident.

That's why he's going to like you. Just be yourself.

I'm off to Houston.

I'll call you tonight.

Ted Turner's office. Can I help you?

Hi.

Me still going. That's a good sign.

One would think.

So, how long till we're on WCW Nitro?

Not in our control.

In due time.

How do I let them know I don't want to just be your valet?

By being the best valet you could be.

Boo, bad answer.

We just got to make each spot in our mattress shine.

Word will get around that you want to wrestle.

We just got to work hard, do whatever they ask before we ask for what we want.

We still got to speak up.

We speak up by making ourselves indispensable.

With no drama.

That's no way to get ahead fast.

You watch how soon we climb the ladder, not by asking for anything, but by being

hardworking and reliable.

Mr. Turner begs your pardon, but he'll be just a few more minutes.

What the hell could they still be talking about?

Doc, I'm going to get some more smokes.

Uh, you got any dough? I'm skinning it.

I'll get some snacks, too.

More than beef jerky this time.

Will do, m 'lady. We even pay you back with interest once we make it.

Splurge. The more time Tom schmooze and Ted, the more rich we're gonna be.

Don't bank that cash yet.

Money changes, Pete.

Especially before the money comes.

Well, we know Tom's up there cutting us out.

He would never do that.

Judas betrayed the Son of God for 30 pieces of silver.

Ted Turner's got a Fort Knox of silver.

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Spade, but Mr. Turner needs to reschedule.

How come?

I'm not always aware of the reasons, Mrs. Spade, but I'll reach out this week

find something convenient.

Well, today was convenient.

I have my own obligations I put aside.

I understand.

Not sure you do.

I'd like to just pop in and say hello. He's not there, Mrs. Spady.

Now you're just messing with me.

I've been sitting here this whole time, eyes open. I did not see him leave. He

has a separate intern.

Now, I'll reach out later this week when I know the rest of the schedule.

Please do.

I have a schedule, too.

Jack?

Mr. Rizzo has arrived.

Thank you, Debbie.

Brooks, welcome.

Jack, good to see you again.

There's a bit of a chaotic introduction backstage down there at Dystopia. We

have to keep our heads down in the cafe, bub. It's my brother, Ace.

Wow. That was really something last night.

Pleasure to meet you, Ace. Thank you so much. Yes, sir. Sorry I couldn't stay at

the show. I had to duck out in Jack's car. It's all good. I get it. We

appreciate you coming to see us here in person.

We know Duff is out the way. Of everything.

I like the drive here. All the winding roads and pulling up on the water tower,

the neon sign. You got a lot of character in this town.

We grew up here.

Our dad... God rest his soul.

...bought this place three decades ago. He died last year.

You saw potential.

May I get you some coffee? Sure. Thank you.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Brooks, this is the lovely Stacey Spade, who thankfully spilled the beer on me

at a Georgia -Florida football tailgate ten and a half years ago.

Being clumsy paid off. I got this handsome piece of meat called Jack out.

Pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Spade. No, please, call me Stacey.

We're so appreciative you're taking time to get to know more about us. There you

are. Make me sit.

I got you right here. Oh, yeah.

As I was telling Jack on the phone...

Our streaming platform, Continuum, is looking to add a sporting element to our

programming portfolio.

I wish I knew what that meant.

It means that we're a fledgling streaming service that just got a big

funding. So now we're being considered for a merger with an even bigger

streaming service. If we can exponentially grow our subscriber base

professional wrestling, learning is very big business. Very.

We want to build something from the ground up.

So maybe you can all tell me what you're about.

Let's start at the beginning.

First time I went off the top rope was the day I turned two.

All right.

I'm instituting a lecture series here at the DWL, so open your minds, shut your

mouths, and take your fucking seats.

The elephant in the room is not an elephant.

On these very premises, there is a man from an entertainment entity interested

in the DWL. When he leaves, we will learn how piqued his interest is and

might mean for our future.

Part of what it means is validation for what we've accomplished.

We have drawn attention to Duffy.

But that's done.

It's in the past.

Right now, every one of us needs to be thinking, what can I do to make our

visitors' interest pay off?

We all have one thing in common. One day we showed up here with a version of,

knock, knock, I want to wrestle.

Each of us surmised we had something other people might marvel at, which is a

little presumptuous.

and a little insane. Truth is, no one needs what we do. We are the very

definition of a non -essential industry, one we've invited ourselves into.

You've got to ask yourself, do I have what it takes?

Some might say, yes, Bill, I worked hard. I paid my dues.

Don't.

Entitlement is a sin.

Hard work pays off.

It's one of the biggest lies in life.

Hard work is just hard work. Will it pay off? Shit. Flip a coin.

This business is littered with folks who work their ass off, got jack shit to

show for it.

We better be asking, how can we be exceptional?

I am looking for keepers of the flame here, folks.

Come up with something great.

Go back through history.

Elizabethan drama, Commedia dell 'arte. The average storytelling mode lasts a

generation before it becomes too familiar, too trite. The vessel no

serves as a conduit for a vital and heartbreaking narrative on which the

soul thrives.

It becomes dismissible.

That is where we are with wrestling.

At the tail -fucking -end.

About to become dismissible. A useless vessel.

Let me state again, no one is asking us to wrestle.

Our risk of life and limb is our choice.

So what promise will we make to ourselves to make it worth it?

Pick up a pen and a notebook and start writing down what you want from this

endeavor and what you are willing to do to get it. Only then can we start

working on our goals together.

All right, Rooster, make this one count.

Action. All I keep hearing about is the condemned.

See, as long as I got this bill, the only name that should be coming out

your mouth is Rooster Robbins.

But it's cool.

I get it.

And damn, he cool.

And it's like he ziplined right out the pages of a comic book.

Flying around the reader like he's Superman.

Whooping on a group of ten men.

So I'm calling out the condemned.

I'm calling out Jack Spade. I'm calling out all of my so -called friends that

didn't have my back when I was in the DWL.

And when we meet, oh yeah, when we meet, I want the hero that y 'all chose over

me.

Yeah, I want the condemned. I want him in the last man standing match. No more

magic tricks.

No way to run. No way to hide. Just you, me, one -on -one till there's one of us

left standing.

Oh, yeah.

And if you got the guts to show up, I'll put this belt on the line.

Boom!

Fantastic. Okay, just do it one more time. Slow it down a little bit. You're

talking too fast.

Look, I ain't slowing it down to be going in. Yeah, I don't know about

just slow it the fuck down every once in a while so I know what you're saying.

People know what I mean. The people, I'm the people.

I'm the people and I don't know what you're saying. And I wrote it.

Hey, Charlie.

Yes, sir. I got the engagement numbers from last week's show. Crystal had the

biggest pop we ever had for a lady wrestler.

Holy shit.

Crystal.

Crystal.

More Crystal. I can read.

The fuck you want? Well, don't you have the prettiest mouth?

Fuck you. What do you want?

I want Crystal, not in the biblical sense, in the financially remunerative

sense. In the we both know she's a star, we're never going to get her due in a

world where Jack and Ace paid come first, second, third, and fourth set.

Yeah, well, I want a 55 Corvette and a bottle of Macallan 25, but we all learn

to live with disappointment.

Willie, we've been dancing around each other a while now, and if there's a

moment to jump ship, this is it.

Things are about to become highly rewarding down here.

This Brooks Rizzo fellow seems to be real sweet on me.

You sure you're the only one he's sweet on?

Time's a -wasting, Willie.

This train is leaving the station.

You want me jumping off ships, jumping on trains? What the fuck's going on?

Sounds like a shitty trip.

I want Crystal to defect to Dystopia.

For real, not for kayfabe. And I want you to be her front -of -house manager.

You should have been front -of -house a long time ago, not skulking in the

shadows like Miss Habesham in her fucking wedding veil.

Maybe I like the shadows.

Yeah, it's like saying you like anal warts. You could have been Crystal.

I don't live in the past.

Go talk to Crystal.

Float it out there. Send it up the flagpole. See who salutes.

And while you're wondering who you're going to pledge allegiance to, I want

to just have a think about what you want, Willie.

For yourself.

For your future.

Tick -tock, fuck you.

Hey.

Heard you were heading to Atlanta for Ted Turner round number two.

Second attempt at round number one.

I'm glad Ted finally broke himself free six months later.

You want company on the ride up? It's still all so exciting.

Willie, I need to let you in on something.

Something serious.

I'm... Are you and Carol splitting up?

No, why would... Sorry.

Forget I said that. I was just worried about y 'all. I just noticed tension

lately. They just want me up in Atlanta.

I don't want to go to the meeting. I don't want to be riding up for moral

support. They just want me right now for the WCW.

They don't want Bill.

No, they don't.

At least not yet.

I hope to get some more insight after I sign my own contract.

And since they don't want Bill, they don't want me as his valet.

It's a terrible business.

It doesn't have to be.

I'll bring you and Bill up there once I knit myself into the organization.

If you say so, I believe you.

And don't tell Bill.

I want to tell him in person.

I'll tell him when I get back.

Tom?

Hey, Willie.

Is the big meeting over?

Not yet.

Well, it's a long meeting, so that's got to be good, right?

Yeah, well, not always.

Listen, I just got a phone call.

Kind of a weird one.

Gully.

He wants you to make your kayfabe defection real.

He wants you at Dystopia permanently.

Well, he's an idiot.

No one's disputing that.

You don't actually think I should do it, do you?

I think that you and me, I think we need to stop letting other people make our

decisions for us.

I think we need to start seeing things clearly for what they really are.

He wants to bring me on as your front of house manager.

You ever done that?

No. You even want to? I've never thought about it.

I bet you'd be good.

He's just saying things he thinks I want to hear.

His audience is so much bigger, and Brooks Rizzo's talking to him, too, and

is my chance to cash in.

Do you think I should do it?

No.

But I think you deserve to know what's out there.

Your offers.

I mean, look, if Jack lands a deal with this continuum guy and it pays off,

great.

Great. We never had this conversation.

But even if that doesn't work out, there's still the women's division here.

Yeah, as long as Jack can put together the money to get it going.

There's all the friends that I've made here.

You know, everything that we're building together.

Yeah, well, sometimes people get too...

comfortable with the building, they get scared of the getting.

I'm not telling you what to do because I don't even know what I would do.

The good part is we don't got to decide until we see how it all plays out.

And now you got some choices.

Thank you for being patient, Tom.

Ted's got a lot going on, but he wouldn't be meeting with you if he

to meet with you.

Go in there and knock him dead.

Thanks, Joe.

Will do.

Mrs. Bates, I'm so sorry, but Mr. Turner has got to reschedule again.

There's a way you treat people, and this is not the way you treat people. This

is not the way.

Tom, please don't do this. You don't do this, Joe.

I'm a man. You don't treat a man like this.

I don't care how much money he has, how many yachts he's got, how soft his hands

have become.

It appears she doesn't know what it means to be a man anymore other than to

other men wait.

This is some goddamn bullshit.

Now, Tom, come on, man.

This is big business we're talking here. All due respect, I'm not some fucking

fool Ted Turner has on a chain he can yank whenever he feels like it. Fuck

Tom.

Howdy. Hey, Zach.

Can I buy that pork now?

Not today, but soon.

How'd it go?

Went less well than I'd wished, but...

That's how things go sometimes.

What was he like?

I don't know.

Didn't get to meet him again today.

But one day I will.

And only then will Ted Turner discover he disrespected the wrong person twice.

I told Joe and Eric I'm stepping away from the deal.

The fuck are you talking about? What deal?

What are you fucking stepping away from? Don't you fucking talk to me like that.

I'll talk to you whichever way I want.

You need to just have your future in your hands, Tom.

You had all of ours. Calm down.

I already got a call into Vincent's people.

They heard Turner was circling us. They want nothing more than to crush him, and

we're going to help them do so.

Ted Turner disrespected the wrong authentic.

Good old boy.

You're a fucking lunatic.

I'm a fucking maverick.

Oh, and by the way, Bill, going forward, I think it's best if Willie comes on as

my valet, especially if we're gearing up to go to the WWF.

We're breaking something new for you.

And I think that'd be Willie's car.

It was.

You're always fiddling with something.

You press too hard on the key, it'll break.

Boneheads don't think about that.

I know you don't need any help.

Nope.

A lot of deja vu happening today.

Jack's not gonna blow this.

You say it with a lot of confidence.

Only way to say it.

You said the same thing about Tom once.

Been a long time.

Long time.

I don't think you realize...

When a person does a thing like you did to me, Willie, that's a fork in the

road.

It was one fork when Tom told us he walked out on Turner.

It was another fork when he told me that you were his valet now, not mine.

That you'd suggested that like he was a shooting star he wanted to hit your

wagon to.

And I'd never do anything.

Two forks.

Sends a person real off course from where they were.

Evidently, it puts them on a plane with their dick out.

I ended up in a lot of places.

Don't think you realize people, not just you, people, don't realize what they do

to each other.

They just collide off each other. Never look back to see the wreck. What got

wrecked? Who?

In some cases, wouldn't matter. The wreck sped off anyway.

Didn't we have a long talk about this in the parking lot a while back?

Why are we doing this again?

I don't know.

Wasn't that long of a conversation in the parking lot.

I'm not trying to build you a cross and nail you to it.

And yes, we did.

chat about this briefly.

But now that we're around each other daily,

I'm just humbled

by how I can be struck blind by something that happened

to me long ago.

And how there's still...

It leaves this ache.

And yet, I understand that if something like that's happened to me, I've done

the same to others.

Left them some unacknowledged, unresolved

aches.

I don't want that head -on collision anymore.

I want to let you in front of me.

I want to say, turn left here, or give some directions, instead of

fuck you and cutting you off.

I don't need directions.

Alright then.

Is it quiet in here?

Is it?

I don't know, listen.

Guess it is.

Place used to be a madhouse.

Sure did.

Kids crashing through here with their hair on fire.

Ace playing that awful guitar up in the attic.

Jack whacking baseballs or trying to walk out music in the basement. Both of

them flying in here and shouting through supper.

Looks good noise.

Maybe I could bring some crickets inside.

A few frogs.

Get the volume back up a bit.

No, thank you, sweetheart. I've got enough noise up here still.

What do you hear?

That I'm going to lose DWL if I can't pay the mortgage on the dome.

If I lose DWL, then I can't pay the mortgage on our house.

If I lose that, then I'm going to lose... Stop writing.

Writing? Worst things don't have to happen in real life. Just go ahead and

a good angle.

How many seats do you think a good real life would sell?

Huh?

Why don't you call Bill?

Just this once. I'm sure he would help.

Carol, I told you I don't need his help. But we do.

Clearly we do.

I hear you.

It seems to me I've been saying a lot of stuff for a long time that you say you

hear.

But nothing you hear seems to change things for the better.

Now I need you to hear this.

Tom, this life that we're living now, you talk about losing the DWL, losing

house, that's not the life I was supposed to have.

It's not the life you promised me.

You are a very persuasive man, Tom.

I was a foolish woman for wanting so hard to believe you.

The vow was good times and bad, yes, but if you can't start figuring out how to

make the bad times good again,

It's time for me to go.

I mean it, Tom.

Boys are grown.

We don't got to do this no more.

Howdy. Name's Tom Spade. I'm here to visit one of the sets.

What project?

So, uh, heaven forbidden, some Christian film thing. Seen Bill Hancock.

Hell yeah.

You know Wild Bill. That's awesome.

Let the night roar.

Wow. It's really cool you're getting to do this.

Do what?

Do your make -a -wish -wish.

Get to spend a day with Mr. Hancock?

Guess there's no age limit on make -a -wish then, huh?

If you don't mind, I'd like to include you in my prayers.

Oh. That'll be nice. Thank you.

Hope you have a great day, sir, and good luck with the time you have left.

Go ahead! Hold the water. Take five.

And action.

Where am I, Jeremiel?

Why, you're in heaven, Sally.

Heaven? So then that means that I'm... Dead. Yep.

Afraid so.

But look on the bright side. At least you're here and not elsewhere.

You mean down there?

Like down there, down there? No, child. I'm talking about where you just came

from, the hospital.

Oh, my.

I'm young.

I'm not old anymore.

You're your perfect age when you were your best self.

And I have to say, your best self.

Looks pretty perfect.

Cut. We got it. Moving on.

You sure?

I feel like I could have done that last line a little sexier.

It was great, Bill. Gotta move.

You're an angel.

Guess that makes me the devil.

Sure as shit does.

Hey! Good to see you, Billy.

Come on, man. It's too hot.

Something cold to drink.

Bye.

That's pretty good with that make -a -wish shit back there.

Been doing it for years. Anybody who'd come see me.

Hydrate.

Pretty good.

Dialogue in this thing stinks.

Fucking think.

It's based on this Christian romance book series for horny church ladies.

about how when you get to heaven, you turn young and hot again. You start

fucking other hot dead people and also hot angels like me.

So what happens when the husband or wife dies and shows up in heaven?

Bingo, love triangle.

Or an unholy trinity.

Ah, that's good.

Wish we had shit half that good in there.

So to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?

Uh, well... Phil?

I'm ready for you. Christ Almighty, Wesley, all ready?

That was not five minutes.

How long are you here?

For the night.

I have business in town. I got a hotel.

You want to meet up for happy hour? I know a place where we get wings and

Tie one on. I got a late call tomorrow.

It's not that late.

Spread my cheeks and eat this ass, Wesley.

King Spade's in town.

Just give me a call, Bill.

We'll eat.

Guys, that's a legend.

Sure is.

I wish I had balls like him.

Nice to meet you. Don't let him stay out too late tonight, please.

No promises.

I swear

to

God, Tommy, I wish it was a porn. Oh, bullshit.

I do.

And it'd be okay if the script's garbage.

I could walk up to the dead lady and say, hey, I got that big old dick you

about.

Well, what are you shooting tomorrow? Maybe you can work it in somewhere.

The scene where I comfort a dead guy, I just found out his dead wife's getting

stuck by a World War II pilot.

Should have just done porn.

Well,

I'll bet this pays better.

Maybe so.

How much does it pay?

Well, this is a sequel, so I got a bump.

And the first one is a big earner on Redbox.

I get $350 ,000 for three weeks.

Hard to say no.

Damn.

That's a good paycheck, brother. Yeah.

But after managers, lawyers, taxes and shit, it's only about $200 ,000 in my

pocket.

Only $200 ,000.

But if I do a couple of these a year, it's a nice side hustle.

You can't even ask at this time, can you?

After the previous ask.

Two decades on the road and in the ring. Two decades.

And this chicken wing dinner might be the best performance of my life.

Pretending like we're still pals.

We ain't.

Hey, sweetheart.

A bra pin.

$467 ,000 I have loaned you to date.

No, Tom.

We are pals.

I'm an ATM.

Once every year and a half, two years or so, I get a text or a call, gotta fire

up the kayfabe, make like my best friend and break my fucking heart just so I

can give him 50 grand I'll never see back.

Poor wild Bill. Got to make a living doing what he loves.

Like you didn't?

Not for fucking millions of dollars.

Whose fault is that? Because it sure as shit isn't mine.

How was I supposed to vouch for you, Bill?

You're a clown who talks about his dick all the time. You are a dick all the

time. Oh, so it's my fault then.

Is that what you want to hear?

It's my fault.

I shit the bed. I fucked it all up.

And you're a rock star. Bravo.

Don't give me that self -loathing crap. You've got a family.

Carol and those boys.

You got the life.

It's not everything we thought it would be. The only alternative is exactly what

we always knew it'd be.

I don't know what to say.

I don't... It's the way these things go sometimes.

But let's be honest.

You never broke it down bluntly.

Once you and Willie decided to kick me to the curb, that was a motivating

factor.

So I thank you.

If you hadn't been so expedient with my ass, I may have never had the stones to

think about nothing but myself.

I was going to bring you up when I made it.

I had to get launched first. That's just business.

That had nothing to do with our friendship.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Put my accountant's number on there.

Next time, just call him.

Thank you.

Hey, uh, Bill.

I've got the money.

Don't tell Carol.

Please. Or my boys.

It's embarrassing.

You're a fucking genius, Tom.

I mean it, you are.

I thought you'd protect me from being a clown.

Thought I'd spend my whole life playing your shit.

Instead, I'm doing heaven forbidden.

Godspeed, brother.

Hey, honey.

Sorry. Sorry to call so late.

I went out with a couple guys from the autograph expo.

But good news, they want to invest.

So we're good for a while.

That's true.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

I love you.

Bye.

This place is made of pure love.

I told

you

I can't sign anything for free per my contract.

Sorry, it's not that.

Someone left something for you.

Who? The Make -A -Wish man from yesterday.

Mr. Sprint.

He said, tell you.

Thanks for making this wish come true.

He's walking through his car.

It looks like he sent in a text. So maybe he's writing notes. Notes are

Phone call would be better. Phone call is not better. He could be calling his

barber. His hair is pretty short.

Fine. His dentist is his mother. We should all call our moms more often

day. Mine's dead, but I agree.

KT.

Nothing yet.

But it's not nothing.

Brooks Rizzo is clearly looking to be impressed, and we have the opportunity

impress him by showing him that what we do here is special and unique and

groundbreaking and revolutionary and perfect for what he needs, whatever that

may be. Because to tell you all the truth, I don't really know what all this

involves.

But I do know that we've got to reach up.

We've got to take it.

We have to work harder than we have ever worked before. All of us. We need to

take this promotion.

We need to turn it into what it always should have been. All along.

Opportunity. That's a rare thing.

And I don't want to look back and think this was our one chance and we just let

it slip away.

I believe in all you.

You've always believed in me.

So let's say we do this together.

Sally said she's not coming back to me.

She's in love with a World War II veteran.

What do I do?

What do you do?

You're in heaven, Sam.

Surrounded by beauty.

Maybe you just need to open your eyes and realize the reason they call them

soulmates is because you're not supposed to meet them down there.

You're supposed to meet them up here.

And cut. We got it.

Great work.

Let's move on.

Can I get one more, actually?

Sorry, Bill. We gotta go.

One more take for me, please.

Okay, let's go again. One more time.

Settle, please.

Take 13.

Take 9.

Mark.

And action.

Sally said she's not coming back to me.

What do I do, Jeremiah?

This place is made of pure love.

But if you love something, you can hurt it.

And it can hurt you, purely.

Not sure God accounted for that.

I fell for a girl up here once.

Knew it the moment she walked through that gate.

She died young, and we had a while together.

And then one day, a man she'd loved down there showed up.

And when he walked in, she looked at him the way I looked at her.

That was a long time ago.

Forever ago, maybe.

I don't know what I'm saying. Just because this is heaven?

Don't mean it can't be hell.

Cut.

Shit, man.

That was... Damn.

Thanks.

Carol?

Long time no talk, Missy.

Bill, I just thought you'd know.

Tom shot himself this morning.

What?

Shot himself in the head.

I just... I just... He was too proud to ask you for help.

But... You could have helped him anyway. He could have done something,

anything for him.

You'll have to live with that, I guess.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Carol, are you okay?

You have a nice evening.

Strength to be your best. Even when you're actually weak, you've got to make

leap.

Tell me a good story. She's interested in what we do, but she has questions.

I've got to impress her.

Just like what I've done with Rooster, I want to do the same for Crystal and for

you.

No one's going to buy the DWL with the debt we have.

Jack doesn't know about any of it.

I don't know what he'll do when he finds out.