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(Man sighs.) - (man): So, what's the deal?

How many people here? Seriously.

- (woman): Uh... like 200,000 maybe.

- (man): Wow. Welcome to Tinytown.

You could fit this whole place, this whole town,

just right in your pocket, couldn't you?

- So, I'm thinking about making a demo reel

with me talking to celebrities. You know, shop it around

and, uh, transition to a bigger market. Is she here?

- Not yet. - OK.

And, uh, be sure to tell me when--

- The minute she pulls up. Yes. - Yeah.

- (man): I know. I'm assuming they're gonna be throwing you

a parade or something, right? Something like that?

Wait, are they? - (woman): No. - (man): Oh.

Do you want them to? 'Cause I can make that happen.

I will make that phone call, I will get the parade,

Main Street, happening. - (woman): That's--

that's what scares me. (Man laughs.)

- Excuse me, darling, what's your boss's name?

- Steve. Sherwood. - Sherwood?

Where can I find Steve Sherwood? - Oh, I'm here. Who's calling?

- Callum. Leigh's manager. - Callum. Hi.

- Tell me, Steve, what kind of numbers you guys get?

- Um, 15, 16,000. - What if I told you

I can more than quadruple that for today's show?

Mort Helmer, he's a friend of mine. I could get him to spin this across the Midwest.

- Wow. - But if I'm gonna do that

I need you to push the local angle hard, OK?

How Leigh's from a small town, she's still one of you,

yadda yadda. Can you do that? - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- Great, great. Also, Leigh's mom is going to call

while you're on the air, five minutes into the interview or something. It's a surprise.

- Sure. All right. - Thanks. Yeah, yeah, this is Callum.

The air is nice, though. It's fresh and clean. - Everyone please welcome

Leigh Parrish. (cheering)

- (Callum): What's this? What's that building right there?

- (woman): A... slaughterhouse, I think.

- (Callum): Lovely.

- OK, OK!

- (Callum): Any mountains or anything?

- (woman): No. - (Callum): None?

- (woman): No. - (Callum): None anywhere?

- (woman): No mountains, just prairies.

- (Callum): Prairies. All right. - (woman): I never said you had to come.

- (Callum): No, no, I'm just yanking your chain.

- Got you up there and... - Look at me and my curly fro.

(people laughing)

I loved it here. - (Callum): I know you did.

And, believe me, this is gonna look really good.

Leigh Parish returning to her roots.

The obscurity she was plucked from.

- Steve?

Hi! I'm Leigh.

Thank you so much for inviting me.

- You know, I've been c-- - Oh.

Um... (scribbling with pen)

- Yeah, no, very excited, she's very excited.

- Here you go. Sorry, excuse me just one second, sorry.

- Sure, yeah, I'll be right here.

- (Callum): OK, great, thank you.

- Was that-- - No, he said today or tomorrow.

Just try to relax. Trust me. If this works out,

I will buy you a yacht, or a cottage, maybe.

Or you can buy me a cottage, perhaps.

Yeah, this is Callum.

Oh, OK.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

- Five minutes, everybody.

Five minutes. - OK. See you in a few minutes.

- Yeah. OK.

'Cause I grew up on a farm, so we'd have like chickens--

- Did you chop the head off? - No, my dad would butcher them;

I would--but I did not want to be present during that.

- (Steve): No. - (man): Stand by...

On five, four, three, two...

- So, you've made your career by playing the--

for lack of a better description-- squeaky-clean heroin Chantelle.

Now, Chantelle is great-- don't get me wrong--

but I guess that I want to know...

ever want to play the bad girl for a change?

- Um, you know, if I was offered the right part,

I'd probably consider it, but, you know,

I don't naturally gravitate towards like the darker characters.

- Hmm. You know, there was a news story the other day

about a guy that lives out in Deep River.

- Mm-hmm. - Lives in a trailer park.

Wins a million dollars. Doesn't know what hit him.

Years later, he's a mess.

Now, how about you? Has it changed you?

- Wow, Steve Sherwood's hard-hitting journalist edge comes out.

No, it's a fair question. But I--you know,

I'm the same girl-- simple, down to earth.

You know, living in LA hasn't really changed that for me.

- Really? - Really, truly, I swear.

(She laughs.) Same person.

- Oh, and you're from here, of course, born and raised, right?

- Proud to say yes, yeah. I, uh, I actually grew up

on a farm about a half hour away from here.

- What was that like?

- It was amazing.

- You know, I get it now, though, I get how to spin this.

I mean, I had no idea.

I knew that when they saw you, you know, they saw a star, OK,

but they also see themselves. It's... ah,

brand identity, man. Best possible scenario.

- Any regrets? - Do you mean in show business?

- Yeah, show business, life.

- Well, I mean, of course... Oh, oh, you want examples.

OK, well, let's see.

Uh... well, there was the 10 years I did at the Maricopa Correctional Facility.

And then a tattoo on my face that I had to get removed.

Oh, and in the '80s,

I took part in some voluntary genetic experiment.

But other than that, I think I got it down, yeah.

- This is gonna be good, this is gonna be really, really good.

It's OK if you want to fall asleep while I'm talking to you.

- Sorry. I'm tired.

- All right, well, what other big projects are coming down the turnpike for you?

- Possibly something.

I... can't say just yet.

- That sounds exciting. - Yeah.

- Well, that sounds... promising.

Yeah, no, she's going crazy waiting for an answer.

We both are, so...

Great, yeah, you let me know the second that you find out.

All right, all right.

Thank you. Garrett, thank you.

OK. All right.

Phew! - Well, that's great

because our next guest is

exceedingly special. Hello, Line 4!

- [Hello? Leigh, sweetie, it's Mom.]

- Mom! - Mama Parrish, ladies and gents.

- Mom! What are you doing?

- [Your father and I are just so excited you're back.]

[Even just for a few days.]

[Your room is set up, so come on out when you're ready.]

- Aw. I'll see you tonight, Mom. Love to you, Dad, and Stella-Bella.

- [We miss you, and we're all proud of you.]

- Stella-Bella? - That's my dog.

- (man): Five, four, three, two...

- Thank you so much. It was great. OK. Bye.

- Garret from the network says it looks promising.

- Promising? - That's all I got. I'm sorry.

- That was fantastic! - Yeah, wasn't it?

Thank you so much. I had such a good time.

- It was great. Hey, listen, there's a do over at Pint Meisters after 11 tonight

for the film festival. - Oh!

- I thought you and I could maybe, um--

- Yo, actually, Steve, uh, I think Leigh's a little drained from the flight and everything.

You know how it is. - OK, sure. But, hey, wait.

If you're going to make any appearances tonight, call me, OK?

- OK. Great. - It'll do us both good to be seen together.

- Yeah, absolutely. - Thanks again, Steve.

- Thank you so much, guys. - Call me. Call me.

- (Leigh quietly): Don't even go there.

- Why don't you, uh,

just close your eyes? I'll drive you to your parents' house.

- No, no. It's OK. My, uh,

my dad's picking me up at the hotel.

He likes to drive.

(laughing)

- You were great today, by the way.

- Thanks.

- Seriously.

- The forecast, cloudy skies with flurries today.

We can expect up to an inch of snow and a high of only 30.

Overnight, flurries will increase, with a total accumulation...

- Hi, Mom!

Yeah, I know, you too.

Yeah. Hey, thanks for calling in. That was so nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, so, um...

I'm-I'm not gonna be able to make it until tomorrow.

Yeah, something came up. I-I'm so busy,

you wouldn't believe it.

Yeah, I know. I'm-I'm so sorry, Mom. I--

But I'm still going to see you in the morning, OK?

OK, yeah, should I bring anything?

Yeah, that-that sounds great.

All right, I-I love you too.

Give Dad a hug for me.

- Twelve pages? Yeah, no problem. That should be no problem, yeah.

Oh, so you guys-- Yeah.

Ah...

(rock music playing)

- OK, uh, we had a girl who worked here last summer who averaged 250 a night in tips.

If that's something that appeals to you, then, uh, fill out the application.

If it doesn't, then, uh, fill it out anyway.

But no bullshit references, all right?

I'll be checking them all. Yeah, Maurice too.

Like I say, ladies, we're reopening on the 15th, all right?

It was supposed to be the eighth, but it got pushed because of a plumbing misfire.

Water all other the place, toilets, ugly, don't ask. (door closing)

Yeah, come on in.

I was just explaining there's gonna be lunch shifts

every day, most likely, and then

and then evenings. Yeah, it starts off on the weekends.

Night shifts are the best tip nights. Thank you very much.

- You bring a resume?

- Um... no.

- Me neither. So stupid.

(She sighs.)

I guess I'm just gonna have to wing it.

Whew. OK.

I'm going in. You?

- No, no, go ahead.

- Oh.

It says here you worked at Barney's.

- Yeah, three summers. - Really?

- Yeah. - Wow. Well, that'll help.

- Really? - Yeah.

- That'd be great.

Hey, do you know when we'll find out?

- Oh, what can I say? I can tell you right now that-- (Girl clears her throat.)

Oh, I didn't see you there. Thank you.

Thank you.

- So... - Oh, um,

the job's taken. - What? How can it be taken

already? - Oh, well, uh, we found everyone we need.

- Ah. So my tits aren't big enough?

- What can I say? The job's taken.

- You're a fuckin' liar. - You know, uh--one second--

you know, now that I think of it, there's this old guy

You could see if he's hiring. - You know what, I know where the door is, so thanks a lot.

- Hey, remember, we open up on the 15th. - Fuck you.

(door closing)

- OK. - Hey.

- Hi. - Hi.

- So, so, it says here you're hardworking. - Yeah.

- I saw you a couple months ago on a cover of a magazine. You were fuckin' hot.

Smokin' hot.

That guy, the kid with the really short hair,

is he gay? Is he gay?

- How much have I given you?

- Hmm, well... I haven't really been keeping a tab.

But why sell something once when you can sell it a dozen times?

- It stops now. It has to stop.

- Does it?

- Twenty five thousand dollars.

- What aren't you telling me? - Do you want the money or not?

- Well...

Yeah, I mean, I want the money, but--

- No.

No buts.

All right, you take it and we're done.

You take it and we never see each other again. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

I can't believe I'm going to say this-- - Then don't say anything.

Except, "Thank you, Leigh, and good knowing you".

- Can I finish what I was gonna say?

I mean, I can't believe I'm going to say this...

...but I reject your offer.

- Don't.

- (laughing): I know you.

So well. I do.

You're predictable and you're a filthy liar.

- Take it.

- No. No, thanks. - Take it.

Or else I'll have some people do things.

Bad things.

(glasses dropping on desk) Not a good feeling, is it?

Being threatened.

Maybe if you try, you can imagine how I've felt for almost four years.

- "You get knocked down...

"I get knocked down.

"The difference between you and me is that

"you always get back up.

That's why I love you, Bradley."

You're Leigh Parrish.

Who was that guy?

- Can you help me?

- Yes!

(rock music playing)

- What is all this stuff?

- Oh, uh, bubble machine, fog machine.

Boss makes me store all this stuff in here.

- Can we turn it on? - (girl): Please open up!

(knocking on door) I forgot my purse!

- Ah.

(knocking on door) - I forgot my purse! Please open up!

- You know what, uh, stay right here, all right?

- O... K.

- Open up! Hello?

(knocking on door) Open--

- What? - I forgot my purse.

Your fly is undone.

- I didn't see you carrying a purse.

- Yes, because you were on tit patrol!

- I'll call you if, you know, if I find it.

- Well, I need to check the washroom.

- Come again? Come again?

Come-- Shut up. Put a muffin in your mouth.

Yes, it can happen, but not before Friday.

I'll call you back.

- Hey, come on already!

It's not in here, all right?

(siren in the distance)

(laughing)

(kissing)

(laughing)

- Ooh! - No fighting now!

Hey, hey. No fighting.

Stop fighting! Agh! Ah!

Oh! Oh, shit!

All right, that's it.

Come here! You want to pull hair? Huh?

- Ah! (Man grunts in pain.)

- What the hell is going on?

- Shhhh. Be quiet.

- Ah...

- Watch out--! - Wait, don't!

(Man yells in pain.) - All right.

- What are you doing?

- Ah!

- What is this? Ah! Wait, my coat!

Wait, did I get the job?

- Why did he have to get up?

Oh, my god.

- (man): Maurice?

- Damn it. Oh, shit.

- (man): Maurice!

Heh. Fuck you, Maurice.

(thump nearby)

Hello?

Hey!

(screaming)

- (girl): Please, let me go! - (man): Come here!

- (girl): No, no, no, no, no, no!

(man yelling in anger) (girl yelling in fear)

(Girl screams.) - (man): You!

You did this, didn't you?! Huh?!

What are you doing here? - (girl): Nothing! Nothing!

Let me go! Let me go! Please let me go!

- Come here! - No! Fuck! Let me go!

- You did this! Huh?! - He was trying to hurt her!

- Get in! - Let go!

No! No! Ow! Ow! - What did you do?! - Nothing! Nothing! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go! - Eric.

- No! Ah!

- I owed him money, OK, from years ago.

I came to pay him back. That's all.

- I'm dead. You know that?

You are too. Her as well, whoever you are.

- I'm Tess. Tess. - You're dead too, Tess.

- Sal doesn't need to know. - He's gonna find out. - Who's Sal?

- Not if you don't tell him. - He's gonna know!

He's gonna find out, and he's gonna kill me in the most inhumane way possible,

only no one's ever gonna find me because I'm just gonna fuckin' disappear.

- Who's Sal? - Eric, listen to me--

- You know, when someone's late for work... I get in shit!

If someone doesn't clean the deep fryer...

I get in shit.

His brother dies-- - But that's not your fault.

Who is Sal? - You think he's going to buy

that I was trying to get down some girl's shirt while you

were killing my boss, his brother?

- Then why don't you just tell him that it was self-defence? (He scoffs.)

- Really? Where'd you find her, huh?

Dead.

We're all...

...dead. - Look, so this is what I need you to do.

You're going to wait a day, you're gonna call up Sal,

pretending to wonder where the hell Maurice is.

All right?

- Does she know about you and this place?

- Do I know what? - Oh. Well, you see,

Leigh used to work here.

- All right, you know what, Tess had nothing

to do with this. You should probably--

- No, no, no, no. I'm not gonna leave now.

- OK. Tess and I are gonna clean up in here, OK?

We're going to get rid of any trace of anything happening. OK?

Eric.

Eric. - No! Ah!

- What, you want me to trust you again, huh?

Is that what you want?

Yeah, I already did that. - Leave her alone.

- I already tried that, didn't I?

Do you remember that?

I did everything for you. I did everything you asked.

You wanted space; I gave you space.

I supported you the best way I could.

I paid your bills, I paid your rent,

I even bought you the car that you drove away in.

What did you do for me, Leigh, huh?

What did you do? Hmm?

Nothing.

- Look, we can talk about this all night.

But I think that we really need to focus on the trouble that we're in.

Can you get rid of Maurice?

- Can you tell me why you left?

- Yes, hello. Hope I'm not interrupting dinner.

No? Good, good. No, uh, I'm Callum Beck.

We've never met, but I'm your daughter's manager.

Yeah, yeah, good to meet you too.

So, anyway, I was just going through some of the photos today

and it just went so well, I can't even, uh...

But I was wondering about a few more of Leigh at the farm,

perhaps? Maybe some of her alongside Stella-Bella?

Oh. She's not with you tonight?

Oh, OK. Um, no, that's fine.

I'll just, uh, pass along the message myself.

OK. Thank you. Have a good evening.

(cell phone ringtone: "Deck the Halls")

Leigh, it's me. Uh...

you're not at your parents' house. I just called your mom.

Something about a... important meeting?

I'm confused. Uh, give me a call back.

All right. Bye.

♪

- ♪ If I could offer this as evidence ♪

♪ If I could offer this as evidence ♪

♪ Daydream of you here?

♪ If I could offer this as evidence ♪

♪ Daydream of you here

♪ Daydream of you here...

- So, who's his bad-ass brother?

Leigh?

Who is he? Because, you know, earlier--

- I've only heard about him. - And?

Oh, my god. Leigh!

- He was up on a manslaughter charge once.

- Wow.

What happened?

- What's wrong?

- It's done. I did what you asked,

and, uh, I think I did good.

- OK.

- You left. And obviously you had a good reason,

but you never told me, so I wouldn't know.

I never understood, but I, you know, I would have left too.

I mean, I... I would still leave if you, um...

Scared, you know. I gotta call Sal-- - Eric, no, he won't find out.

- I'm afraid of what he's gonna do if I don't, so--

- Eric, no, no, no. Eric, Eric, Eric, wait.

OK, let's... let's just talk about this, OK?

I promise you no one will find out.

No one. - Go ahead, asshole, shut the fucking door.

That's the last mistake you're ever gonna make. Do it.

- Eric.

- I'm sorry. - No, no, Eric!

Eric! Eric, come on, no! (keypad beeping)

Eric! Eric!

Please, please, don't do this, please! Eric! Eric!

Eric, come on!

- What?

"And I'm beginning to think that this isn't an abandoned bomb shelter at all.

I think it's a meth lab!"

- Tess, please.

- It's from your show.

- Yeah, I figured.

- "So, you're talking to me about change?

"You're talking to me about change, Bradley?

You're talking to me out of all the people that I've ever had--" - Tess.

- Sorry. Just, I've... memorized everything you've ever said.

Season One, anyway. - Tess, I need you to focus, OK?

Help me figure out a way out of this room.

- There's no way.

There's one door, and it's locked.

(chair squeaking)

- Sal.

Hey, Sal. It's Eric. Uh...

you got a second?

I need to talk to you.

(chair squeaking) It's important.

It's, uh... Hey, Sal.

Your brother's dead.

I'm sorry. I know. But, uh...

...you two hated each other, anyway, didn't you?

(Leigh breathing quickly)

- You brought a knife?

Why can't we call the cops? - 'Cause we can't.

- This is exciting. I mean, Leigh Parrish held against her will in a nightclub?

It's gonna be, like, on the news

and on the internet, and everybody will hear about it,

and that is exciting, you know. That's really--

- Tess! Tess! - Yeah. Sorry. Yeah?

- None of this gets heard by anyone.

- Seems like a waste.

I mean, what's the point if nobody gets to hear about it?

Right?

Oh, my god.

(cell phone ringtone: "Deck the Halls")

- Hi, you've reached Leigh's phone. Leave a message.

Or don't.

- Uh, hey. It's me. Again.

Haven't heard back from you yet, so...

just want to make sure everything's OK. Um...

you would tell me if something was wrong, right?

Anyway, give me a shout back. I'm just currently cruising

through Tinytown here, awaiting your call.

(He sighs.)

- Ow!

Oh...

(She gasps.)

- Got down about 15 feet.

So I'm gonna go back in further and see where it takes me.

Take this.

If you don't hear from me in five minutes, I want you to call the police.

- Why wouldn't I hear from you? - I'm just saying, if...

if anything were to go wrong, then you should call the... police.

- O-OK. Good luck.

(sighing in pain)

(ringtone: "Deck the Halls")

(cough)

This is Tess.

- Callum: [This is who?]

- Leigh's assistant.

- [Fine. I don't know]

who you are, Tess, but put Leigh on, please, pronto.

- [Um... she's unavail-- she's unavailable at the moment.]

- Look, this is Leigh's manager,

[and I need-- it's very important--]

[just... just put Leigh on now. Please. Tess.]

- OK, she's, um...

We're at Shaker's, and she's going to find a way out,

but she's not going to call the police. So I will get her to-- Um...

I will get her to call you back when she can. OK?

Shit.

- What? Hello? Hello?

Wha...?

- Ah!

(footsteps)

(door opening)

(door closing)

- [What?]

- Sal.

It's Eric.

- [Eric?] - Yeah.

Um...

I think you had... I think you should

probably come down to the club.

Right now. I mean, you know... Do you want to?

I mean, do you have time?

- [You know how fuckin' late it is right now? What for?]

- Oh...

I, uh... I think it's, uh,

it's probably best if I, uh...

...told you in person. - Ah!

- Are you still there?

Hello?

- [Oh, yeah, I'm still here.]

[Turn around.]

- What?

- [Hi.] - Hey.

- I think that you knocked yourself out.

Are you OK?

- What, uh... what are you doing here so late?

Gotta be doing something.

- Been cleaning?

- The gloves are none of your business,

but I do love to clean late at night. Helps me nod off.

Ah. Come on.

- Who called when you answered the phone?

- Some guy. He said he was your manager.

- What did you tell him?

- Nothing, nothing.

I didn't tell him anything.

I didn't-- OK, that's not true. I told him... uh, I said

that we were in trouble, and then I said that you were

going to take care of it, though. And then... Oh, shit,

shit. I don't know. I don't remember what I said.

I'm sorry.

- All right. Come on.

You're next.

- Uh...

- Come on.

Come on in.

Sit down.

Come on.

You know, before the reno,

I would sometimes come to the club

and I would throw a piece of garbage on the floor...

...just to see how many of my staff would walk by

without picking it up.

You know?

Eric. - Yeah?

- You wanna see something wild?

- Yeah, hi. Uh, I'm looking for a place.

It's a nightclub, I think.

Someone was giving me the address and the call got dropped.

- [Sir, do you have a business name?]

- No, I'm-I'm calling you for the fucking business name!

- [I'm sorry, sir, I have to end the call--]

- What? No, no, come on! Don't, dude-- Fucking Tinytown!

Fuck!

(cell phone ringtone) Leigh? Leigh, is that you?

- [Mr. Beck?]

- Uh, yeah, this is he.

- [Please hold for Randall Mossberg.]

- Oh, yeah, yes, absolutely, absolutely, yeah.

(sighing and bed squeaking in video)

- Always been my favourite,

no matter how many times I watch it. Eric,

you knew this girl, right?

She used to work here, didn't she?

- No, I...

- Oh. So, you've never seen her before, this one?

- No. - I used to...

watch this girl. Her name was Adelle.

I would see her in this park every day,

and, during the course of the summer,

I watched her turn into an addict.

She just got skinnier and skinnier,

more and more desperate all the time.

Really sad.

I gave her money all the time,

and I would say, "Go buy some food.

Go buy some food". You know?

But she didn't.

And then one day she was just gone.

But this one here...

this one here...

I mean... she's a completely different specimen, wouldn't you say?

She's just so... so full of life.

Wow.

Eric.

My, uh, my brother,

he was supposed to call me tonight.

Have you seen him?

- No, not tonight.

- OK, come on. Slide your hands

along the top and move to the first ring.

You can do it, you can do it. Come on.

You just fall straight down.

- Straight down. - Straight down, OK?

- OK.

(She yells.)

- Pretty good for a first time, hey?

You must have done that a thousand times--

stunts like that?

Oh, God.

Are you OK?

- Hey! Randall! How you doing, sir?

Glad to hear your voice!

Yeah.

Yes! Oh!

Yes, thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!

Uh, no, she is gonna be ecstatic. She is gonna be...

No, we've... we've, uh,

we were, uh, we were anticipating this eagerly.

Yes, yes, we will be there.

We will be there. Absolutely.

You will not regret this, sir. I promise you. I promise you. You will not regret this.

She is so focused and so excited about this.

She is... No, thank you very much.

All right. All right, bye.

YEAH!

(laughing loudly)

WOOOO!

(honking)

(sighing in video) - I love this part.

I mean... it's dirty.

(chuckling) It's so real.

Right?

I'm really enjoying this.

Eric, what's the problem?

- Uh, no problem.

No, nothing.

OK. Hypothetically, what I told you something that I knew you weren't gonna like.

How would you react? - Well, how do you know

how I'm gonna react when you haven't told me yet?

- A hunch.

That girl--that woman on the TV that you showed me--

uh... what if I told you that, uh...

I saw her here recently?

- You saw her? - Yeah.

- But you just told me on the couch--

- I-I made a mistake. Sorry.

Also, your brother.

- My brother? My brother's an asshole.

He's a pig, he's a sycophant. Tell me something I don't know.

- Well, he's, I'm pretty sure, I think...

...he's dead.

- What?

- OK, you see, you, um...

earlier, when I finished the interviews,

I heard this noise upstairs, so I came running upstairs,

and I saw him... dead.

He was, uh... he was already dead.

- He was dead?

Wow.

Wow.

- But I saw two girls, and I locked them up,

and, uh, yeah, they're right outside, and, uh, that's when I called you.

- Yeah.

- It was the right thing to do.

- (Leigh in video): Come on. Come on. Wake up, OK?

Come on, don't leave me. Come on, come on. Oh, you like that?

- Easy, easy, easy, slow, slow.

And now I'm supposed to position any dislodged organ,

and-- No, no, no, it's OK, it's OK, because I took

the first aid course to get my babysitting certificate. - Help me up.

- No! You're not supposed to move. We're supposed to wait for help.

- Just help me up. (sighing in pain)

- You're sure they're in there, Eric?

- Oh, yeah. (keypad beeping)

(metallic thump)

Sal, you gotta believe me. There were two.

- But my brother's still dead? You're sticking to that story, right?

- Sal, I'm not lying to you. You gotta believe me--

- Hey. I saw her too.

(tires screeching) - Excuse me!

Hi. Hi.

I'm lost. Can you help me out?

- Well, Buddhism worked for a friend of mine.

- Yeah, no, actually lost.

I'm, uh, looking for a nightclub. - Which one?

- That's just it. I don't know.

- Newton's. Around the corner. - The Cellar is still open, isn't it?

- Oh! Shakers? - What was that one?

- Shakers. You go down this street,

long way, till you get to a T-intersection.

And then, uh, you turn left. - Great. Shakers.

Thank you. Um...

Thank-- - You can come back, sweetheart.

- I'm... We'll talk about it.

- Nice ride.

- That's strange.

The blood that comes...

You know, I read once

where certain bodies can move on their own once they've expired.

And I thought that that was bullshit.

Right. But my friend, Ronnie Trip, and I,

we went to a funeral home and asked the guy who was working there about it.

Guy thought we were pulling a prank on him.

But when he figured out we were serious,

he invited us back to the back office.

We sat down, he offered us coffee--

that coffee was horrible, but it was the gesture that I admired.

And it turns out-- - I-I...

I-I... I moved him. - You what?

- I moved him. - You moved him?

- Yeah, after I found him, I, uh... I moved him.

- Close the door.

- OK, Sal, listen to me. The only reason

why I moved his body is because I didn't want him in the same room with those girls.

- Right. That's it?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what happened, you know?

Like I told you, I... I...

- Eric...

I-I want you to do something for me.

- Yeah, anything.

- I want you to raise your hands above your head

and widen your stance.

- What?

Uh, why exactly?

- Because I'm gonna kick you in the balls.

- Come on, Sal. - OK?

Gotta let me do this or I'll do something much worse, believe me. OK?

Hands up, like a P.O.W.

Yeah, P.O.W. Widen.

- All right, let's just talk about this, all right?

- Widen the stance. - Listen to me, man. I...

I'm sorry about your brother. - I know you are.

Hands up.

- Come on, Sal.

- Comfortable? Ready? - Sal...

- Ready? - Sal, don't do this.

Don't do this. Don't do this, Sal.

Don't do this. Don't do this-- Ahhhhh!

- You're not coming?

Why not? Why? Why? Because I know that it's not about the money,

or whatever the fuck you told Eric.

- I just...

I need to stay here, OK? - Why?

Does he have naked pictures of you? Like... did he used to be your dealer?

Do you guys--did you-- do you have a sex tape?

Oh, shit. Shit.

Seriously?

No! Seriously? Oh, my god!

Leigh! Do you have any idea how cool that is?

If I looked like you, I would make a sex tape every single day! No, no,

no, no, no! If you lock this door, I will fucking pound on it!

I know you, Leigh. I know you, and you wouldn't be here--

Ow, ow, ow! Ow! - You know me? You know me?

- Yes! - Why?

Because you've watched some character I play on TV?

You don't know me.

I'm a mirage.

- No, no, that's not true. A Hollywood casting director

discovered you when you were volunteering at a soup kitchen,

and then you were cast in an off-Broadway play

and you blew everybody away-- - No. No.

There's a pretty picture,

but it isn't true.

All right? They put this stuff on me--

me being a small-town girl who defied the odds--

because it works.

It gets me jobs.

I'm a brand.

The Cinderella thing

gets me publicity,

and soon as it stops working, I'll stop working.

- How do you know what brand you are?

I'm serious, Leigh. I'm serious. Please. Please.

Help me understand. - My mom can't know.

- Know what?

- That I'm disgusting.

Vile.

- You are beautiful.

OK? You are so, so beautiful.

(grunting and sighing in video)

- (Eric): I didn't do it! I didn't do it with those girls!

- (Sal): You sure you don't want one?

- So, what do we do now? Just wait

for that guy to leave?

What would Chantelle do?

Leigh, I'm serious.

- I got into some trouble a few years ago, Eric.

Some serious, serious, dark trouble.

I didn't deserve it, either.

So now,

trouble seems to follow me wherever I go.

Sort of like a diseased puppy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

I don't need the attention right now.

The attention means

that people are going to be looking at me first.

And I don't want that.

(Eric's muffled screams)

(thump) (Eric yelling in pain)

- What are you doing?

Eric made his bed. You need to protect yourself.

- You'd be great in the entertainment industry.

- Seriously?

Are we gonna...

(Tess whispering): Leigh!

(toilet flushing)

Leigh!

Oh. Whew. Whew. OK.

Come on! Little... fucker!

Leigh!

- Come on, come on. I got it. Come.

Come on. No, no! Shit, shit.

- Are these the two ladies that you were talking about a minute ago?

- We don't know anything. - (Sal): I'm sorry?

- We don't... know anything. - (Sal): Oh.

Little Bo Peep here says she doesn't know anything.

Peep, would you squat down for a minute?

Do I know you?

Do I-- Have we met?

You and me? I mean...

where would I know you from? - TV.

- What?

- I Believe in Angels It's a TV show.

- No, no. Um, but...

Eric and I did see you on a television

just a little while ago.

Having a little square dance--

two guys, two girls.

(grunting with effort)

- OK.

(grunting with effort)

OK.

- Hey. Hey.

Come on. Come on, come on.

I, uh...

I've dreamt about meeting you.

But I gotta be honest.

I half hoped I wouldn't.

Scared you'd disappoint.

You sit there.

You're filthy. Just one minute.

- Should we run? (tap running)

Leigh. Should we run?

- No. We don't move. We don't run.

- Why?

(video playing faintly)

- I play it all the time.

It's, uh... background sounds for angels.

I cannot

believe that it is playing with you in this room.

Would you sit on my leg?

I'd like you to sit on my leg.

Just a few questions.

Ah...

Hear it, Peep?

Must have been...

six, seven years ago

I first laid eyes on this apparition.

It was a video-- the tape, I call it.

An art installation, you might say.

Um... she...

...this lovely creature is on the tape

for 21 riveting minutes.

I loved how you got inside my brother's head.

I liked...

watching you do that to him.

I did.

I found my brother tonight.

I'd love to know how it happened.

I'm curious. Would you tell me, please?

(sighing and moaning on video)

(whispering): Please.

You can get off my leg now.

Your turn.

(Maurice laughing in video)

- (Leigh in video): What? (Maurice laughing in video)

- Fuck!

- You know, I get the distinct impression

that you had nothing to do

with what went down here tonight.

Like, like, you were pulled into it, or you walked into it

like dog shit. Poor thing. Am I right?

I'm right, aren't I? Yeah?

All right, so, you're gonna tell me

what you're doing here, or Lady Godiva over there will

watch me do some things with you.

- Sh-sh-she... - Come on, come on.

(moaning in video)

(silence)

It's gonna restart itself. Just wait.

Here it comes.

Nothing?

All right, let's do this.

Come here. It's all right.

- (sobbing): No, no, no, no! - Sal, stop!

- No, Leigh, no!

- She's here because of me. Come here.

Your brother has been extorting me for three years.

And I decided to take a stand.

- Good for you! - Yeah.

Well, he didn't like that, and he tried to kill me.

- Ah!

- OK, OK, you came to get the tape. I get it.

But why on God's green earth do you want to cover up your gifts?

You are a goddess.

Celebrate the tape, right? Celebrate it!

Get in front of it! Be proud!

- That's not me anymore.

- Fuck!

(wood breaking) Ah!

(He groans.)

- Who's this now?

(Eric grunts.)

- Hey, Leigh...

Who is--who is this guy?

- Oh. Well, I'm obviously just a nobody.

Ain't that right, Leigh?

A fuckin' nobody! - Hey, no, no, no, no.

You-- I would prefer if you did not talk to Leigh like that, OK?

Wha--

- Why don't you tell your fuckin' shoe whore to back off

or I'm gonna put my fist through his fuckin' skull.

- Hey. Call me shoe whore again.

- Shoe wh--

- Oh!

I am her manager!

Asshole.

You. Out. Now.

What? No, no, what-- what are you doing?

What is she doing? - Leigh, forget about the tape!

- What? What tape?

(sighing and bed squeaking in video)

- I really like that. - Yeah? You like that?

- Really like that. - Yeah.

- So fucking... - Oh. Yeah, you like that.

You OK? - Stop, stop.

- What? - Just for...

Something's wrong with me.

Oh. Oh, fuck!

Holy... You almost broke me--

- (Leigh in video): Just take it. Just take it! Take it! Take it!

- Why didn't you tell me about this?

- (Leigh): Come on, come on. Take it!

Take it! Fucker! You want that?

- It's my job to deal with th--

- It happened before we met! - I understand that, but--

- There's nothing you could have done, OK?!

(shouting in anger) - Stop. Look, we can cover this up!

- I don't want to cover it up! I want it gone!

- Leigh! Leigh! Leigh, stop!

- (Leigh in video): Come on. Come on. Wake up, OK?

Come on, don't leave me. Come on. Come on, big boy.

You like that? Come on, take that. You want that?

Yeah, you like that. You like that?

- OK. Look, whatever happened here,

whatever he did to you,

it doesn't mean that your career has to come to a dead stop, OK?

OK?

We can have him charged.

- It's not what he did to me.

Come on, big boy...

It's what I did to him.

(Leigh sighing in video)

(Maurice yelling in pain)

- (Maurice): Fuck! - (Leigh): Fuck. Oh, shit.

(Leigh sobbing): You fucking-- You're a fucking--

Oh, shit! No!

(Leigh sobbing and yelling in a panic)

Oh, shit!

- Stand back. Stand back.

Fuck. Fuck.

They said yes, OK?

The fucking network said yes.

- (Leigh whispering in video): You're never gonna see me again.

When I come back... (Maurice groaning in video)

(Leigh yelling in anger)

- Stay down. Stay down! Don't move.

- Hey. Where are our lady friends?

- Don't care, 'cause you know what?

This is between you and me.

- Oh, no, it's not. No, it's not.

Eric, it's not.

This is us against them.

- Oh. How convenient for you.

Can I sit on your lap?

(chuckling) Hi.

- Here, buddy.

I didn't know where to point that trigger.

'Cause all three of you were looking really, really guilty.

But now I know you had nothing to do with this.

Nothing.

- That's right. - Nothing.

Those girls broke in here

to steal something that wasn't theirs.

And when the cops get wind of this, you are gonna take the blame.

- What? Blame me?

Why would they do that? I didn't do nothing.

- Doesn't matter. Your girlfriend upstairs, she's gonna pin this on you.

I know all about her. Maurice told me.

She left you before. She's gonna leave you again.

She will. Don't trust her.

And you will be alone like you always are.

- No. - Now you listen to me.

I have a lot of cleaning up to do.

This is a big-time mess.

Just go handle stuff, and I'll make some calls. Right?

- You're gonna help me?

- I'm gonna help you. Absolutely. Here's a drink.

It's for you. That's it. That's it.

- Don't move. - I'm not gonna move. Stop pointing that at me.

Just do what you have to do.

Come on.

- I can't, man.

I can't do this, man. I can't go up there and kill them, you know.

I mean, your brother, maybe it was an accident, you know?

Think about it. She's a TV star, man. You know, we kill her,

people are gonna come around, people are gonna start asking questions.

Cops, man!

There's gotta be another way.

- Shit.

Whew. Now I gotta... All right.

Yeah, there's another way. I'll-- Listen, I'll do it.

I'll do it, OK? - You sure? - Yeah.

- Yeah.

Hey, Sal.

Take this thing, you know? That ain't me.

- All right. Hey, listen, listen.

You remind me when this is all over, I'm gonna give you my dental surgeon's card.

He's a fuckin' artist.

I'll give you his card.

- Yeah. Thanks, Sal.

(two gunshots)

- (Sal): Hello!

Hello!

Who's coming down? Come on, prairie blossom.

I'm waiting for you.

All right. I'm coming up.

- Sal, wait! I'm coming down.

- All right.

- (whispering): Leigh.

Leigh!

- Head hurts.

Let's go, people!

What's this now?

What is this now?

What is this now?

What is this now?

♪

(music switched off)

The disco floor is now closed.

Got it?

- Leigh! - Ah!

- Son of a bitch!

(Leigh sighing in pain)

(sighing in pain) - Ow!

- What, um... what's your actual name?

- It's Leigh.

- Thought it'd be something more exotic, you know?

Like, like..

Laetitia, Lecitte...

You have the tape?

- I did.

- What's the matter?

- I want to live.

Please.

Is there--is there any way...

(Leigh sobbing)

- That would be tricky.

I mean... I mean, it's not just you.

I mean, we have this cute little couple up there somewhere,

and everyone who lives past the night...

is just a bigger migraine for me down the road, right?

- What if they...

What if they couldn't?

- Aren't they your friends?

- Can a bottom feeder be a friend?

- (Leigh repeating Tess): Swimming beneath you, eating the food you've discarded

that floats down to you? The fair-weather friend, the sponge,

the leech who profits off the success of others?

- Is that from a book or something?

- Yeah.

- Beautiful.

- If they weren't able

to contradict whatever story

that we come up with...

- I fucking love you.

"We." Yeah. Right?

Right? You and me?

- Yeah.

We could help each other.

- I want to negotiate.

(Leigh laughing) (Sal laughing)

- That's what this producer said to me

when I first arrived in L.A.

- What'd you do? - Kneed him in the balls.

(Sal laughing)

- You were such a pistol.

- Still am.

(Sal shouts in pain.)

- Hey. Oh...

(Sal grunting)

Ah!

- No, Sal, stop!

Stop!

- Well... want me to stand here and bleed out?

Is that what you want? All right, there you go.

My pain, it's temporary.

Can you say the same about yours? Don't think so.

Let me just feel the pain for you, let me wear it for you, all right?

Come on.

Don't be scared. We're the same person. You just don't know it yet.

Come on. I want to come home with you every night,

and I'm gonna--I want to taste your breath, right?

When I'd watch you sleep.

(whispering): I love you.

I love you. Why...?

I'm never gonna let you go. No one's gonna come

between us ever,

or I'll burn them at the stake.

And I'll burn them and burn them,

burn them, burn them.

I'm never gonna let you go.

(gunshot)

- (Callum): You did what you had to do. You just, uh,

you did what you had to do.

It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. OK, um,

uh, I can see this, I can see this. Uh, how,

- I don't know! What do we do? Do I call someone? Do we call the police? Can you calm down?!

- OK, so, so this guy, Sal, he, um...

he was blackmailing Leigh, right?

Something about a tape, right? And then, and he was extorting her, so, so Leigh shows up.

Sal gets rough, and...

the gun comes out, and then, then... this guy, Eric,

he defends Leigh, he tries to help her, but then,

pop, pop, pop, he's down, and then...

Sal, he's ready, he's ready to kill Leigh, he's ready to snuff the life

out of her, but she... she stabs him.

But he still comes for her.

And that's when our brave dead soldier here, he musters up just enough energy to...

to grab a gun...

and shoot him. Right,

just enough energy... (two gunshots)

- Ah! Oh! Jesus!

- He just missed a couple of times first.

What? What? - It's not gonna work.

- What? It works-- - Ballistics, bullet trajectory.

Callum, I watch a lot of TV. That doesn't make sense.

Plus there's still the brother.

(Tess sighs.) - OK, so, what happened?

- He attacked her, and then I--

- You stopped him? You defended Leigh?

- Yes. - Say it then.

- I was protecting myself and Leigh.

- And it was the only way. - Yes.

OK, but still that doesn't explain Sal.

- OK. Then-then we just burn the place down. We torch it and we cut our losses--

- I'm gonna tell them what happened.

- What?

- I'm gonna tell them what happened.

- Leigh, if... if you do that, I need you to understand that--

- I understand.

- Wait, wait, wait. What if it was my sex tape?

Leigh can't have one anyway. It's not her brand. OK? So, so, listen.

OK. Leigh has been my friend for a long time,

and I called her and I asked her to come here and help me get it back.

And that is how this whole horrible night started.

OK? Yes.

It's the only way.

- Hey, Steve. It's Callum. We met earlier this morning.

I need your help with something. (siren in the distance)

(siren in the distance)

I'm Callum Beck. I placed the call.

Uh, we've got the two injureds there,

and two bodies over there.

- Where does it hurt, ma'am? - Right here.

(sighing in pain)

Tess.

(siren outside)

Thank you.

- No problem.

- As you can see, things got a little out of hand here last night.

From what I know--um, I sort of gave them my ear-- but, uh, Leigh

came here to help her friend, Tess, who I guess was involved

with these guys somehow-- very bad men--and, uh, things got rough,

got out of control. But they're OK, and that's

what I need you to be able to get across here.

- Yeah. - All set?

- Yeah, definitely. Except, um...

I'm going to need a manager. You start today.

Otherwise, I don't go along with the story.

OK? I expose everything.

I talk about Leigh's tape, Sal, Maurice--

(whispering): The whole fucking thing.

- OK, uh, Tess, nobody's gonna believe--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, I agree. But...

but they will when I show it to them.

This is a video of Leigh shooting Sal in the face

after he'd already given up.

I want auditions

and I want to meet the right people.

- Leigh.

What's going on here? - Steve, just... please.

- Sure.

- Give me that.

- OK. Take it,

but the file's already been sent.

- Leigh,

can you tell us what happened here?

(camera click)

Good? All right. Ready? OK.

So, can you tell us what happened tonight?

- Uh... I was, I was here to save my friend, Tess.

- Is this true?

How long have you known Miss Parrish for?

- Leigh Parris and I have been friends for, oh...

a long time.

- Years.

- ♪ O little town of Bethlehem ♪

♪ How still we see thee lie

♪ Above thy deep and dreamless sleep ♪

♪ The silent stars go by

♪ Yet in the dark streets shineth ♪

♪ The everlasting light

♪ The hopes and fears of all the years ♪

♪ Are met in thee tonight

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- ♪ Above thy deep

♪ Dreamless

- ♪ Yet in the dark streets shineth ♪

♪ The everlasting light

♪ The hopes and fears of all the years ♪

♪ Are met in thee tonight

- ♪ Are met in thee tonight