All language subtitles for Twice.The.Dream.2019.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

- Uh, Amber Bradshaw, you're up.

- Oh, um, sorry.

Do you mind watching
these for me?

- Sure.

- Show time for you?

- I wish.

- Hi there.

What can I get started for ya?

- I'll have a Diet Coke if
you don't mind, Evangeline.

- Sure thing, Amber.

- You know, actresses shouldn'thave that type of drink

because the carbonation alone
can really cause weight gain.

- So, you're
saying I'll get fat

drinking Diet Coke?

- I'm saying you should
stick to lemon water.

You know how the industry is.

- Uh, right.

- Anyway,
how was your audition?

- Giant cockroaches.

- Run!

They're coming for us!

And John, I love you, too!

Oh, sorry, that's me.

Oh no!

Agh, they're gonna get me!

Audition, oh, yeah,
um, yeah, it went well.

- Good.

So are you ready
for another one?

I trust your mother
sent you the script?

- I looked through it.

Character's name is Jennifer.

Same old damsel
in distress plot.

- You know, you really
shouldn't approach a role

with that kind of
careless stereotyping.

- Well, I mean it's
just the writers usually do.

This role is just confined
to their preconceived tropes.

You know what's funny?

Only men were in the audition
room making the decision.

Don't you think that's strange?

Uh, wrong?

- You realize that I get paid

whether you waste my time or not

or whether you take
this seriously or not,

and I'm not the one that
you're gonna have to answer to

for wasting the money.

- Yeah.

Uh, so, this character.

- Yeah.

Jennifer is outraged at Josh
for his illicit behavior.

Why don't we do an improv

where you're confronting
that one person

that you're outraged the most?

- Okay, so, just um, talk to
somebody who makes me mad?

- Uh, not just anyone.

That one person that drives
a stake through your heart.

What would you say to them?

- Um,

you never understood me, you
never cared for what I wanted.

- Really?

This is how you're going
to confront somebody?

I mean, come on,
come on, let it out.

Be true to your emotions.

Be aggressive.

Let it out, let it out.

- You never cared
about what I want!

It's all about you!

It's always been about you!

I have one life to live, okay?

And I'm not gonna waste it.

This is your dream and I'm
gonna follow my own.

- Are you okay?
- Don't touch me.

Was that good?

- It was a bit over the top.

- Come on, we need
to put this jacket on.

Come on.
- I don't like the color!

- Baby, you wanna make
Mommy happy, don't you?

Besides, this color
looks great on you.

Come on.

Here we go.

- Hey, hey!

Hey, are you okay?

What happened in there?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You forgot your guitar.

Look, I can see you're going
through something right now.

But, it's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be perfect.

- Yeah?

- Tonight?
- Yeah?

- It's gonna be awesome.

- 'Cause we'll be together.
- Exactly.

- I'm sorry, this stupid thing.

- It's okay.

I got to get to work anyway.

I'll see you tonight.
- Okay.

- It's gonna be great!
- Yes.

Great.

Hello?

- Amber,
I have been trying

to get a hold of you all day!

How did your audition go?

- Uh, it went well.

- Remember,
this is a big role

and it pays incredibly well.

We need it.

I've already talked
to the producer

and they are confident in you.

You just need to be at
the audition this Tuesday.

You will be there.

Right, pumpkin?
- Yeah.

I'll be there.

- Fine, bye.

- Hey, you.
- Oh, hey!

- So what's this?

- What?

- Nashville, Tennessee.

Okay, that's random.

- Just hear me out
on this one, Sam.

- Okay, so your
audition went so bad

that you're running away?

For real?

- It's not running away.

I don't know.

I've had it with other people

telling me how to live my life.

- You mean Patricia?

- And, I'm sick and tired of
others telling me what to do.

- Just like Patricia.

- And I'm through taking
orders from people.

No more.

- Drum roll.

Patricia.

Agh!

I think that's your problem.

But, I mean, what doesNashville have to do with this?

- It's Music City USA.

- And it's super duper far away.

- And adventurous!

- And really expensive.

- And where I need to be, Sam.

- And, you can go to
Los Angeles instead.

- Oh, I'm sick of L.A.

It just makes sense
to me, it's Nashville.

And I just feel
like it's now or--

- Or never.

Yeah.

- I'm not
getting any younger.

I just feel like I'm
just wasting away here.

- Well, I

am really happy you're
gonna pursue your dreams.

That's awesome.

It's just

I'm gonna really miss you.

That's all.

- Sam, I wasn't
planning on going alone.

- You mean you'd take me?

We're gonna go to Nashville?

We?

- Tell me that
doesn't sound amazing!

- No, it does sound amazing!

- Us packing our bags.

Why wait?

- Bye, Patricia.

Dragon lady, oh,
she's gonna hate this.

This is gonna be her
nightmare.

- You know what?

Let's not awaken Mom quite yet.

You know, I wanna make
sure things are set.

I don't wanna shoot
us in the foot.

- True.

Dad though?

What about him?

- Dad?
- Yeah.

- I'd be fine telling him.

Yeah.
- No, no he'd be cool.

- He'd understand, right?

- Yeah, no, no, he'd
be cool about it.

He would be just as
excited as we are.

- No.

Absolutely not.

I can't support that.

- Daddy, pretty please?
- Come on, Dad.

- Sweetheart, do you know
how hard that business is?

- I don't care.

I'd rather fail
trying to do this

than succeed in anything else.

Don't you believe in me?

- Of course I
believe in you, honey.

It's not that it's just--
- Okay.

Then great.

I think it's time.

I have to go.

- Amber, I...

- Dad, please.

I'm going no matter what.

And, I'm taking Sam with me.

- Please.

There comes
a point in life

where you have to realize that

some paths are better
suited for you than others.

Like me.

I always dreamed of
being an astronaut

but that's not possible.
- Yeah.

Dad can't even go on a
plane without throwing up.

That's a stellar example.

- For the record, I'm
better at that now.

With medication.

- Oh no.

- It's like she knew!
- She's so annoying.

Momager from hell.

- You'll always be
my shining stars.

- Oh.

So if they like it
they'll offer a deal?

Oh, I know, right?

No pressure.

Well, I'll see you
tonight, Tristan.

It'll be great.

Just like you said.

Muah.

Okay, let's try
this again.

It is showtime.

- Showtime?

I wanna see this.

- Okay, okay.

I'm ready, I'm your audience.

Play for me.

- Amber, don't do it.

- I.

- Don't answer it.

Don't do it.

Amber.

- Hello?

- Put it on speaker.

- Sorry, what was that?

- I just
spoke with Joanne

about the coaching session.

She told me that
you made a scene.

- Um, it was acting.

- No,
Amber, there is acting

and then there is
acting like a diva.

She told me you came in
with a bit of an attitude.

- Mom, will you just
please listen to me?

- Don't you dare
raise your voice at me!

I have been running around
trying to make us money,

trying to dig us
out of this hole!

And what have you been
doing sitting around?

Unprepared for auditions!

You need to shape up
and get this right!

I can't stress
this enough, Amber.

We need this money!

There's too much at stake.

You know that.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yeah.

- Good.

I'm not mad, pumpkin.

I'm just--
- Okay, bye.

- Hmm, so.

Nashville.

Got a plan B?

- I never do.
- Nope.

Hey, you know, I got
your back though, right?

- Always.

Oh, what time is it?

- It's is
quarter till six.

- The concert, baby.

It's go time.

- A concert with your
boyfriend and his band.

- Yup.

- So, um, does your prince
know about Nashville?

- Um, I think,

you know what?

I think

he'll understand.

I mean, people make it
work all the time, right?

Long distance.

We can figure it out.

We have a long and yeah,

we have a strong enough
relationship to you know.

Oh, you know what?

I got so distracted.

- What about your prince,

he's so hot, fancy pants.

It's not even
my birthday, shut up.

- I know, but, I just
couldn't wait anymore

and I just had to
give it to you.

So, surprise!
- Can I open it?

- Yes, please.
- Okay, okay.

- Moment, okay.

- What do you think?

- It's a dress.

- I know you haven't
worn dresses since
you were like five,

but just hear me out.

I saw this and I
just, I don't know,

it just screamed you.

- If I can wear
Converse with this,

if I were to wear a dress,

it's actually not that bad.

- Oh, well, you might
need it some day.

- Maybe.

We'll see.

Okay, um, Amber?

So, diagnosis is,
don't freak out,

your battery is so dead.

- What?

We don't have time for this!

- I know, no, don't freak out.

I can call a Lyft.
- Yes!

- Can we do that?
- Yes, please, ASAP.

You're a genius.
- That's gonna fix that

and we'll be fine, and
I'll just call 'em up--

- Yup, yup.

- Let's see, it'll take them--

- How long?
- Oy.

30 minutes to get here.

- That's not, that won't work!

- I'm sorry,
there's no one here.

- Wait, we have to be
there by 6:30 sharp.

- I know, I know, just
let me think of something.

- This is not my night.

- Hey, it's okay.
- This is not my day!

- Well, it wasn't helped by Dad

just not even helping us out.

If he was here that
would've fixed these.

- Well, if he woulda
just, you know,

he just needs a little
bit more persuasion.

- I need more what?

- Awkward.

- Hey, Dad.

- What's wrong with your car?

- That battery's dead.

And this is the perfect
time for it to happen

'cause we're heading
out to Tristan's show

and running late.

Wait a minute.

Daddy, can we please get a ride?

Maybe you can even come?

- I'll give
you girls a lift

but I'm not gonna stay.

You don't want your old
man at a rock concert.

- Come on, Dad.

I wanna show you why
I love music so much.

If you just come, you'll see.

Please?

- Come on, Dad?

- All right.

All right, I'll
take you.

- Dad, Dad, Dad,
Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!

- Amazing.
- The best place.

- I know, this is so amazing.

Guys!
- Where do we go?

- This is for you guys.

- Shut up.
- Really?

Oh, okay.
- Shut up.

Are you serious?
- I know people, Sam.

- You're kidding me.

This is so cool.
- Okay, but here's the thing.

I'm gonna be right back.
- Oh, give that to me.

All right.
- Hold onto that.

- Oh boy.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Close your eyes.
- It's all good.

- I'll be right back.

I love you.

- Social butterfly.

- You finally made it!

- Yeah!

- And, you brought your Dad.

- It's a family outing.

I'm so glad you guys are here.

- Yeah, of course,
I wouldn't miss it.

- Oh!

Whoa, Polly, you okay?

- Totally fine.

And this is for you.

- Thanks.

I didn't order anything.

- Oh,
it's from Tristan.

- Woo, girl!

- You guys, they
sound so amazing!

- Look at the crowd!

It is so good,
it's a great crowd.

- It's a great crowd.

- The guys are more--

- You're,

you're pretty.

I like your feet.

- Maybe not such a great crowd.

- Do you think that's
a record label scout?

- I don't think
he's anyone's Dad,

if that's what you mean.

- Are you
having fun tonight?

- We love
you, Epic Chance!

- We love you, too.

- All right, for this next song

we have a very special
guest appearance.

Singing vocals tonight for us,

someone very special to me.

My girlfriend,

Amber Bradshaw.

- Did you know all about this?

- Woo, Amber!
- That's my daughter!

- Guys, you just, you
killed it up there.

You killed it.

And by killed it,
I mean it sucked.

- You guys already
sucked before,

but now you've stooped
to a whole new level.

- Yeah, so you're going
for the girly market.

Man, I hate to tell
ya but that is uh,

there's not any
real money in that.

Sorry.

- All right, that's it.

Team Crabs.

- Okay, first of
all, Team,

it's on the freakin' shirts.

Methodical Lobsters, okay?

They're not even the
same crustaceans.

Secondly, you don't
intimidate me.

- Your band's a joke.

- We are not a band.

We're a movement.

- Piss off.

- Oh, okay, you wanna make us?

- All right, let's go.
- Oh, geez.

I'll get Tarzan--
- Okay, okay, get out of here.

- My jacket!

Gosh, you're so strong.

- I hate those guys.

- The worst.

- Hey, so uh, tonight,
you guys weren't half bad.

That new girl, I think
that's what you been needing.

Call my office next week.

I think I can get
you guys signed.

- Uh, you serious?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
we totally will.

- Dude, we killed it!
- Woo!

- Those lame
lobsters can suck it.

- Was that?
- Yes!

- Oh my gosh!

I told you.

- You told me what?

- That you were going places.

- No.

No, no, no, no, Amber,

we are going places.

He just said that
you were the addition

that this band needed.

It means that our guest singer

just became our new
permanent lead singer.

- Really?
- Yes!

Isn't that great?
- Yeah.

Yes, so great.

- But?

What is it?

What's on your mind?

- Um, this is, this
is hard for me to say.

Um, Sam and I are planning
to move to Nashville.

- Is this a recent decision?

- Very.

But I know we can make it work.

Tristan,
you know, I just,

I can't do this anymore.

I feel trapped here
and I thought--

- What if we move the
band to Nashville?

- Would the rest of the
band even agree to--

- I can talk them
into it.

- I, I don't know.

Just, you guys
packing up like that?

It's just, it's
too crazy.

- Yeah, it is crazy,
but, you know what?

Let's get out of here.

Let's ditch this place.

I've never been that
fond of it anyways.

We can go somewhere new
where no one knows our names

and we can, we can
just start over.

And be together.

- Yes!

- Aw.

Save it, you two.

We have fans to greet.

- Uh.

- Thanks, buddy.

Good timing.

- Gavin.

- Amber, I'm home.

Amber.

Hey!

Ams?

What's up?

Don't tell me you are practicingfor that dumb audition.

- No.

Just writing.

Thinking.

- What ya thinkin' about?

- Everything.

You know what's funny?

The other day Mom asked me why
I wear yellow all the time.

- Stupid question.

It's your favorite color.

- Well yes, yes,
of course it is.

But then I thought about it,

and I realized that there's
more to it than that.

I remember when I
was really little,

I was like seven, so
you were like two,

so if you don't remember
it's okay.

It was when Mom and Dad
were still together.

They took us to this amazing
summer concert in the park.

The music there,
it was just like

so inspiring.

It made me realize that
music could fix any problem.

You know, like
nothing else mattered.

And I remember wearing
a yellow dress that day.

Ever since then

the color yellow just
reminds me of that moment.

- I never knew that.

- Well, it was a
really long time ago.

Before everything
got so mixed up.

- You can say that again.

Things got cray.

Hey.

Things are going
to be a lot better

once we go to Nashville, right?

- Yeah.

You and me in the City of
Music, following our dreams.

- Ah, I'll just let you
and Tristan do that.

I'm gonna stick to making merch.

- Sam, you've always encouragedme to go for my dreams.

You've always been my
number one supporter and,

well, it means a lot to me but,

what about your own?

- My dreams?

I don't know.

I guess I just haven't
found my dream yet.

- Maybe it'll find you.

- Maybe.

- There's this page
I was working on.

Well, I don't, it's
not done yet, so...

- Okay.
- But--

- All right, secret.

- Something else we can do.

- Yeah?

Oh, classic.

I forgot about this.

- And.

Oh geez, hey, are you okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah.

- No, sorry, that was weird.
- Yeah.

Can I get you something?

- Yeah, um, do you mind
getting me some water?

- Yeah, yes.

Okay, just sit right there.

Just breathe.

I'll be right back, okay?

Amber.

Amber, Amber, Amber?

Amber, look at me.

Come on, Amber.

Amber.

Amber, look at me.

Come on, look at me.

Stop, stop, you're okay.

Come on, Amber.

Please don't do
this to me, Amber.

Hey.

Come on, please wake up.

Please don't do this to me.

Please.

Amber, please.

I need you, come on.

No.

- Happy birthday, Sam.

You're my favorite person ever.

I hope you have an
amazing birthday.

Can't wait till we pack our bags

and start a new life together.

- I think my feelings

are best expressed...

I wrote a poem.

Amber,

nothing in this world
can describe your light.

Even in the darkest of darkness,

you shone so bright.

Your beauty is what made
me see you, but

your heart is

what made me love you.

You touched everyone
you ever met

and I hope that you knew

that I was your Romeo
and you were my...

I'm sorry, I can't.

- Thank you, Tristan.

Amber's sister,
Samantha Bradshaw,

would like to say a few words.

- Amber was so...

- Sam?

- How does that even happen?

She was 23, she can't just
die of a heart attack.

It doesn't make any sense.

- Sam, look,

there are a lot of things
we just don't understand.

But they happen.

- No.

Not to Amber.

- What do you want?

- I'm picking up Sam.

- I have her
for another week.

- Well, due to the
unfortunate circumstances--

- Unfortunate?

Patricia, our daughter,
she just died.

- Yeah,
on your watch.

- Patricia, please.

Not now.

- Sam
needs to be with me.

- We have a specific
schedule agreement.

And currently--
- Sam, let's go, baby.

Get your stuff.

- She's not here.

- Where is she?

You don't know where
our daughter is?

Who are you?

- Tristan.

Just lookin' for Sam.

- Aren't we all.

- I'm sorry, Tristan.

We don't know where
she is either.

- I'm just really
worried about her.

She ran off with--

- Where are we going?
- Sam?

- Stop.
- No.

- Home.

- This is home.

Tristan, what are
you doing here?

- You ran off at the funeral.

- Look, just go home.

- I'm home, I told you that.

- I'm not talking to you, I'm
talking to homeboy over there.

Bye bye, usual suspects.

So long, men in black.

I can't believe you're
thinking about your boyfriend

at a time like this.

- He's not my boyfriend, wow.

You've no clue what's
going on right now, do you?

Listen, Patricia, I'm
gonna see you later.

It was great, but I'm
going to be staying

with my actual Dad.

- You know, the car is
still under my name.

So I could give you Amber's car,

or I could sell it.

- You would sell Amber's car?

- And take your
Daddy back to court.

Your choice, pumpkin.

Well then, I guess
she's made her choice.

- Don't worry, Sammy.

I'll be all right.

- Meet me back in
the house in an hour.

Welcome home, pumpkin.

What's that behind your back?

- It's a guitar.

It was Amber's.

- So, what?

Are you gonna start
playing music now, too?

- Hey, um, papi quatro?

- Hola, Sam.

- Well you know
where your room is.

- Well it is nice
to have her back.

- Wonderful.

Awesome.

I wish Amber had given full
effort to her acting career.

- I thought she did.

- She had so much talent.

She was going places.

- Hey, you were going places.

Once.

- You know, you
keep that up, papi,

and you're gonna be
going places, too.

Back to Mexico.

- Back to Mexico.

You can't be serio?

Are you?

Patricia,

come on, we have an agreement.

- What?

You're talking and it justsounds like a taco truck order.

This would be so much easier
if you just spoke English.

You know, we're not
south of the border.

- Ooh, that reminds me.

I gotta get my tacos.

- Save one for me.

- Oh god, why
am I so bad at this?

- Because
you're a horrible athlete.

- I know.

- You
actually are really though.

- Breakfast, pumpkin!

Come on!

Good morning.

I made your favorite,
breakfast burritos.

- What's the occasion?

- Nothing.

Can't a mom do something
nice for her daughter?

- K.

Um, can I get it to go,

'cause I'm kinda in a rush?

- Sure.

Of course.

One to-go breakfast burrito.

- Smells good.

- Here you go, Sam.

- Looks great.

- Actually, Sam.

I wanted to talk to
you about something.

I think it would be best

if you lived with us
for the next year.

I'm gonna talk to your father
about it and set it up.

- I knew there was a
catch with this burrito.

- Did someone say burritos?

- Sam, we're all hurting here.

- I'm sure you are, Patricia.

- I just want
what's best for you.

- Just like how you justwanted what was best for Amber?

She never wanted
any of this, okay?

You never knew what
was best for Amber.

Definitely don't know
what's best for me.

- If she didn't want it,
then why did she go with me

on all those trips to L.A.?

She wanted to pursue acting.

- You didn't know
Amber like I did.

- Use a glass!

Ugh, take a shower.

- Hey.

- Oh, and speak English

or I'm gonna build a wall
around the refrigerator.

- That's okay, mi amor.

Americano.

I'll just climb over.

- No juice for you!

- Samster.

- Hey.

I've go something that
I, I have to show you.

Look at that.

- These lyrics sound
like Amber, all right.

- They are amazing.

- They're not finished.

- That's where you come in.

- It's just Holly.

- I, I cannot write lyrics
for the life of me but,

you can.

You could finish the song.

You could
write the lyrics

and the band could play--
- Sam.

- You could play it with them--

- Sam.

- And then we don't
need anyone else.

- Sam!
- And we could do this.

- I don't know.

- You don't know, but
this is everything to her.

This was--
- Look, I don't

know how to tell you this--
- This was her dream.

- But I'm not in
the band anymore.

- What?

- I'm sorry.

I just can't do it.

- You can't do it, Tristan?

Music is everything
to you, you're insane.

This is your life, Tristan.

- Sorry.

I can't.

- And what about Amber?

What about her dream?

- Things are different now.

- Things are different, I know.

- Look, Amber and I
were together and,

forget it.

You don't understand.

- I don't understand?

She was my sister.

You know what?

It shoulda been me.

- Sam.

- Sam, can I talk
to you for a moment?

- There's
nothing to talk about, okay?

- Please.

I think it would help you.

- You know, I think it
would help me if you just,

are you kidding me?

You kidding me?
- I'm very sorry.

- No, stop, no, you're
not trying to help me.

Go away.

Go away, husband number two.

I don't
even know, I mean,

come on.

No.
- Sam?

- Hey.

That was husband number two.

He's a shrink, so Patricia
sent him after me to fix me.

- Sam, how
are you holding up?

- I'm not.

- What's that?

- It, it was Amber's.

So, see, um, she's
got like her thoughts

and lyrics and there's actually

this song she's been
working on, but um,

I actually
have this crazy idea

that I can finish it for her,

and um, somehow
get it performed.

- Yeah.
- I don't know.

- Yeah.

- I think that's a
wonderful idea, hon.

- That's great.
- I don't even,

I don't even know
where to start.

I don't know how I can
make that happen so um--

- My dad.

My dad has a friend who's
a music agent around here.

I could put in a phone call.

- Are you serious?

- Yes, of course.

You know, I always
wanted to for Amber.

But you know, she was
only interested in
leaving this town--

- It's true.
- And not staying in it.

- Typical her.

- Steve, did you talk to her?

What do you mean you weren't
able to speak with her?

Steve, she is a child.

How, oh, excuse me,
Steve, I am speaking.

How hard is it to
talk to a child?

No, I am not coming over right
now, I am having breakfast.

- Mrs. Johnson?

- You must be Monique's friend?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm Sam Bradshaw.

- One moment.

- Should I?

Okay.

- How can I help you?

- So, um, I have this
song, I'm trying to finish.

It was my sister's.

But, you see, the thing is,
she passed away recently

so she's not really
here to finish it.

And I feel like it's my
mission to finish the song

and get it performed in
front of a huge crowd.

- Wow.

Most people just look for
representation.

This is the sort of
thing I usually do

for one of my current clients.

I can't go out of my
way for just anybody,

it's very time consuming.

- So I could be a client.

- All right, sing something.

- Sing?

- You can use your guitar.

- Oh, I
can't play guitar.

- Well why do you have it?

- It's my, it's my sister's.

I, I, it--

- Nevermind.

Just sing something, acapella.

- Aca what?

Look, I,
I'm really just here

to finish my sister's
song and get it--

- Let me get this straight,

so, you wanna record a song,

but you have zero musical
talent whatsoever?

Hm?

- Okay, well,

okay, she showed
me a few chords,

so just give me one
second and okay,

so I just got,

I have a chip somewhere.

Um.

There's this one song she did.

I think it's that.

What was it?

Oh, sorry.

That's loud.

Um, so it just,
it was the C chord

and then the,

uh, sorry.

Um, I just, it's
not super tuned in,

but if you get the
gist, it's like

and it's, well I could
just, if you just, hold on--

- You know what?

I think I get it.

- I know, I know,
I have a lot of--

- For the love of everything.

We're done.

Put it away, please.

Please, now.

- So, can I be one
of your clients?

- Come on, man.

You can't just throw
us under the bus.

Chase and Logan
tried to sing your lyrics,

but they hella sucked.

It has to be you singing with me

'cause you're the lead
singer of Epic Chance, dude.

You're Mr. Rockstar!

What about that
record label scout?

You were supposed
to call him back.

No doubt those maniacal
lobsters already called them.

- Look, I'm sorry, Gav, it's,

I just can't, man.

Without Amber, what's the point?

She was the one that
got the scout interested

in the first place.

- Hope you're happy.

- Honestly, Sam, I'm just
telling you the reality

of the business.

Now, if you wanna
go find a producer,

record your song, go ahead,
no one's stopping you.

But it's gonna cost you.

- Well how much?

- If you wanna do
it right, thousands.

5,000's a good starting point.

Look, kid, I really
admire the fact

that you're trying to keep
your sister's memory alive.

I get it.

Finish your sister's
song, it's very heartfelt.

The reality is you
can't do it alone.

- I'll get it.

Just stay over there.

Steve, come in.

- You can't keep using
me like this, Patricia.

- We
had an agreement.

Get in.

- Oh, you have got
to be kidding me.

Are you insane?

- Sam, be civil.

- Civil?

Who else sends theirex-husband, psycho shrink wizard

after their daughter?

- I believe the word you're
looking for is counseling.

- Same difference.

Congratulations, Patricia.

You have really
outdone yourself.

Mom of the year
award goes to you.

Congrats.

- Look what you've done!

It is all your fault!

Samantha Jane, please be polite.

- What would you know
about being polite, Patricia?

- It's Mom.

And what's that suitcase for?

- What do you think?

Patricia.

- Sam, I just
wanna talk to you.

- Fine.

Let's talk.

- Sam, talk to me
about your sister.

Tell me how you
feel about Amber.

- Are you serious?

Just because
you married my mom

for like five seconds doesn't
mean you have any clue

what's going on in our lives.

- Hey, it was for a whole
year and you know it!

- Samantha, you're not the
only one who's grieving.

- Are you for real?

You guys are crazy and
sometimes I just feel

like screaming my head off.

- Why don't you tell me
about your life at home

with your family?
- My family?

This isn't a family.

Okay, my mother, she's
a raging alcoholic.

She's been married four times.

And the only reason the
last guy married her

was to get a green
card, which is insane.

This is not a home to me.

- You believe your mother
has a drinking problem?

- Oh, she has no
problem drinking.

- It seems to me you have a lotof anger toward your mother.

- Isn't that why you left?

Yeah, well, it has been so
great catching up with you,

a real treat.

You guys just really put
the fun in dysfunctional.

Have a nice life.

- Samantha.

Samantha Jane, you--
- Patricia, wait.

Patricia, wait.

Why don't you stop
chasing after her?

Let her come to you.

She'll come around.

Trust me, it's the only way.

- I hate that you're right.

- Sammy!
- Surprise.

So,

that's that whole mess.

Just--
- Yeah.

- I am done with her.

- That's a
pretty crazy stunt.

Even for her.
- Right?

I know.

- I'm happy to have you back.

- Me, too.

- But, next time
you think you could

send me a text, let me know--
- I know, sorry.

[knockin on door

- Uh oh.
- Please, please, please, no.

It's gonna be the wicked witch.

It's gonna be, no, Dad--
- Stay here.

It's for you.

- I want to apologize
for the other day.

Things--
- Yeah, no, I,

I know it's...

- I had a chance

to think about things.

I think we can finish her song.

You finish the lyrics,
I'll compose the music,

the band performs
it at the showcase.

This is our chance--

- To fulfill Amber's--

- Dream.

Yes, exactly.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I don't know.

- What?

No, no, no, no, no, hold on.

This is your idea, you can't--

- I can't write lyrics.

I can't do
that, I'm not Amber.

I'm not--
- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

- You still paint, right?

- Yes, I still paint.

- Okay, well art is art.

Singing, writing, painting,
it's all the same thing.

What I mean is

lyrics, they're just
another form of poetry.

Who better

to finish Amber's
poetry than you?

Come on.

- For Amber.

- Yes!

- Oh, wait.
- What?

- You talked to the
guys about this, right?

- We?

Since when was Amber's
sister in the band?

- Amber's sister.

I'm Sam.

Nice to meet you, okay.

- Dude, we're all writers here.

We should get our
stuff out there first.

- Right?

You guys, this showcase
is our chance to get seen,

since somebody blew it
with that one record scout.

- Tristan.

- Okay, guys, this is
more important than that.

This is Amber's song
we're talking about.

Amber.

- We are a rock band.

We don't sing chick lyrics.

- Babe?

What exactly is that
supposed to mean?

- Uh...

- You're on your
own, Gav.

- I mean, you understand, right?

- No, no I don't, okay,

because I am all about
hashtag feminism.

This is not okay.

- It's swear off
guys completely?

- Stop, stop.

Okay, it's a good
thing you're cute.

- Oh, yuck.

- Dude, is this a joke?

- This is not a joke,
this, you guys,

this is Amber's dream.

This is about the dream that
she never got to finish.

- Come on, man.

- I guess we kinda had a chick
in the band at one point,

so fine.

- Yeah!
- Why not?

We'll give the lyrics a shot.

- All right, but they
better be as good as

- You set the bar really
high with that one.

- Thanks.

- We will never ever
sing that song, Logan.

- Okay, so the song, who's
gonna sing it, Tristan?

You?

- I mean, I can.

But I feel like the song,

it's gonna need a
female vocalist.

- Next?

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Okay, okay, yeah.

I, I think we got it.

- Awesome.

Thank you, thank you.

- Was that the
beginning of the song?

- Great.

You sing often?

- My whole life.

- Yeah, I liked her.
- Dude, shut up.

- Wow, wow.

- I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Next!

- Where do you guys want
us to stand, is here good?

Am I in the light?

Sorry, I'm just so nervous.

It's my first time auditioning

for a group of homeless people.

What was the band name again?

I can't remember the freakin'--

- No Chance?

Fat Chance?

- Epic Chance, you moron.

- What are you guys doing here?

And do you ever
change your clothes?

- I don't know, Discount
Captain America.

I'm sorry you can't buy
your leather jackets

at Gucci like I can!

No, we were next door
rehearsing for the big show

and we thought we'd drop by

and see how you guys are doing.

- We thought we'd give yousome actual talent in the room.

You know, good looking talent.

Unlike you troglodytes.

- I mean, it really
says something

about the quality of
your band that that uh

new girl dropped out so soon.

Man, what was her name?

She was good.

She was actually really good.

She was hot though.
- Oh, yeah.

- Are you kidding me?

- Nah, I'm not kidding.

Sorry, oh, no.

Is it you?

I get my blondes mixed up.

I kinda forget,
but, doesn't matter

'cause she dropped out.

- Get out!
- Hey, whoa!

- Oh, you wanna hit me?

Go ahead, see how that goes.

- Relax man, let it go.

They're not worth it.

- Got rehearsal, boys.

Oh, before I go, I wanted
to give you my resume,

just kidding.

It's pictures we drew like
five minutes ago, let's go.

Put 'em up, ha ha.

Lobsters out!

- I've said it before
and I'll say it again,

I hate those guys.

- What is their deal?

- They've always been like that,

ever since high school.

- Since we crushed 'em

in the battle of the bands.

- It looks like we didn't
find our singer today.

Just try again tomorrow.

- Sam, your voice.

- What?

- Sam, get up here and
sing something for me.

- Sing?

- Yes, yes, yes, sing.

- Sing, what, like my?
- Yeah.

- Are you kidding?
- No, no.

You trust me?

All right, don't
answer that, just--

- Well, wait--

- Just, okay, sing anything.
- Anything?

- Anything.

- Okay.

Don't look at me.

I'm singing something.

Something.

I'm singing.

- Samster!

How did I not know
you could sing like that?

- Dude,
you got pipes, Sam.

- I didn't know I
could sing like that either.

I've never tried, I didn't,

I couldn't, I never knew--
- All right.

Crazy idea.

Crazy idea.

You sing Amber's song.
- Me?

- Yes!
- No.

- It's not like we found
anyone better today.

- See?

- No, I can't.

- Yes, you can.
- I can't do that.

- Yes, you can.
- No, I will go up on stage

and I will freeze.
- No, no you won't.

- I can't do that.

No, I can't, okay, okay, I
did the school play once.

I was Asparagus number
one, I threw up everywhere.

All over the vegetables.

- Ew, um.
- I can't.

- Okay, okay,
that's not gonna happen.

Again,

do it for Amber.

- For Amber.

For Amber, for Amber.

I'm doing it for Amber.

Fine!
- That's a yes!

- Why did you help him?

No.

I'm not, it's not,
I'm gonna throw up.

I need a bag.

Oh, oh.

Sam, me.

Amber.

Tristan.

It's hard to come back here.

I really miss her.

Best friend.

Love her a lot.

- I loved her smile.

And her funny little laugh.

I loved the way
she made me feel.

She made me wanna
be a better person.

- Are you sure I should be
the one to sing Amber's song?

I, I don't know what I'm doing

and I just feel like if I
mess up and I let her down,

then I don't think I
can live with myself.

- Sam, no one else could
possibly sing her song.

- That's not
entirely true, but--

- No one could sing
it like you can.

She would want it this way.

And you know that's true.

Come here, come here.

It's okay.

- Ah.

Hola, mi amor.

Here is your mail.

- Oh, thank you.

Junk, bill, bill, junk junk.

Bill, bill, bill.

What?

- Yeah, Bob.

- Uh, hello.

Hello, this is Epic
Chance's new band manager,

Margaret Fairweather.

- I didn't know Epic
Chance had a manager.

- Yes,
they just hired me

and unfortunately, I
booked them on a show

that conflicts
with your showcase.

- What?

Are you serious?

- Yes.

I'm so sorry for
the inconvenience.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
you try finding a replacement

in the next 24 hours.

- Dear Sam, I have a
notebook just like this one.

But this is not that notebook.

This one is for you.

I love you so much, sis.

Dear Sam, I'm sorry.

If you're reading this letter,

that means that I am
not with you anymore.

You would've discovered that
I have kept something from you

for a long time.

I know we always tell
each other everything,

but this, I wanted to tell you.

There were so many times
when I almost did, but

I just couldn't get
myself to say it.

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

I never meant to hurt you.

- Hey, hey!

Excuse me.

- What really
happened to my sister?

- I'm sorry, Dr. Shawls.

She just barged in and--

- Sam, what are you doing here?

- I found these in her room.

You prescribed them.

What are these for?

- Let's take a quick
bathroom break.

Come back in 10 minutes, okay?

I'm sorry, I'm not at
liberty to talk about that.

- Even after they're gone?

I'm her family.

Can you make an exception?

If it helps,
today's my birthday.

- I'm sorry, Samantha.

- You don't understand.

I have to know this.

She was my sister, she
was means everything to me

and it's like nothing
even matters anymore

because she's gone.

I don't understand
why and I need to know

because it's killing
me, you have to tell me

and she left me this note

and I don't even
understand what it means!

I have to know.

Please.

I can't do this anymore.

- That medication was
used to treat her anxiety.

- Anxiety?

- Amber lived in extremely
high stress conditions.

- Of course.

Patricia.

- No, it wasn't your mom.

- Then what?

- She was diagnosed
with aortic stenosis,

many years ago.

That's how she died, Sam.

- Aortic stenosis?

I don't--

- Sam, I'm not a cardiologist.

I do know however, one of
the most common side effects

is an irregular heartbeat,
which can cause a stroke

and sudden death.

- Who else knew about it?

Patricia.

My own mother knew and
she didn't even tell me.

- She's not the only one.

- No.

Amber was,

she told me everything.

She confided in me.

No, I can't believe that.

Peter!

- Yes?

- What the hell is this?

I told you to pick
up a blue cake.

- I did.

- What color is this?

- Blue.

- This is not blue,
Peter, this is purple.

Samantha hates purple!
- No, I don't.

- Happy
birthday, Samantha.

- , Sam.

- We need to talk about Amber.

- No.

It's your birthday
party, let's not--

- She died of a heart condition?

Why would you keep
that a secret from me?

- Sam, you don't know
the whole situation.

- You knew about
this the whole time

and you didn't even bother
to tell me for years.

- Watch it.

- Can we put the
knife down, please?

- Amber wanted to
keep it a secret

because she didn't want anyone
treating her differently,

especially you.

- You knew this whole time

that she was gonna
have a short life

and you yet you kept it from
her and you controlled her.

It's always gotta be
about you, isn't it?

Let's just make
it about Patricia!

Every time it's about you!

- This is exactly how you behave

when you've been spending too
much time at your father's.

He always gets you
to turn against me!

- This is not about my dad!

This is about Amber!

- All right, just calm down!

- Watch it, Peter!

Sam!

I am not done with you.

Samantha!

Sam, Samantha!

Samantha Jane Bradshaw, you
get back up here right now.

- You don't understand
you did nothing for her.

You ruined her life and you,
she didn't want any of this!

- That is not true,
she loved acting!

Amber loved acting!
- Do you wanna look at this?

Do you wanna look at this?

This was her dream!

This was her dream,
and you know what else?

- Get that out of my face!
- You know what else?

It's your fault.

It's your fault that
she's not with me.

- I can't do
this anymore, Amber.

I need you.

- I know there
isn't enough time

for me to really
pursue my dream,

but there's enough time for you.

Find your dream.

And when you do, fight for it.

No matter what, never give up.

I know you have it in you.

I've seen it.

- Honey,

are you okay?

- It was Amber's.

- Why did you rip it up?

- All she wanted to do
was write music and sing.

How could I have
done this to her?

- You had good intentions.

- They say the path to hell
is paved with good intentions.

I turned into her.

I ran away from her
after I got pregnant.

No wonder Sam hates me.

It's just come full circle.

It's like it's happening
all over again.

I've already lost Amber,

and now I'm gonna lose Sam.

- Patricia, you know,

we have a saying in Mexico.

Means family is everything.

Definitely worth fighting for.

- Hey!

- We are gonna rock
the house tonight!

- Yes we are!

Hey, have you guys seen Sam?

- Yeah, she's in the green room.

- Take this?
- Yeah.

- Dude, let's go!

- Samster.

- Hey.

- You nervous?

- Is it that obvious?

Amber was always so ready to
get up there on that stage.

She was fearless.

And me,

I just think about getting up
in front of all those people

and I can't, it freaks me out.

How do you do it?

- Do what?

- How do you go up there

and how do you control
your nerves and...

- It's easy.

You just picture the
audience in their underwear.

Yeah, it's frankly not
a pretty sight.

- No.

- I don't know.

When I'm up there,

I just get so lost in
the music, you know?

- Yeah.

- Hey, Sam?

- Yeah?

What?

- I, I look forward to
playing with you on stage.

- Yeah, yeah.

It's gonna be awesome.

Me, too.

- Look, I don't know
how to say this, but--

- Gavin, can you knock?

- Knocking's
a waste of time.

- What's up, Gav?

- Did you ask what
time soundcheck is?

We don't want to
sound like a bunch

of zombie sea lions on stage.

- See ya.

Yo, Bob.

Just seeing what time
our soundcheck is.

- Seriously?

Don't you ever talk
to your manager?

- What manager?

- The one who called
an canceled you.

I had to schedule the MethodicalLobsters in your spot.

- Dude, what's up?

- We're not playing.

- What?

- Someone called the owner
pretending to be our manager

and said that we
couldn't play tonight.

- Are you serious?

Who would do that?

- I think, I know who did it.

- Don't tell me--

- I, I
think I can fix this.

- Dude, this was
supposed to be our night,

but you had to go get whipped
over your girlfriend's sister

and screw it up.

- You don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're gonna throw away
everything we worked for.

And for what?

A stupid girl?

- Sam, wait!

- This was our shot.

Now it's ruined.

- Come on man, that
was our chance.

- Look guys, I uh, where's Sam?

- Here we go again.

- Look, I'm just
worried about her, okay?

- So what's the plan now?

- All righty boys,
let's pack it up.

It's all good, man.

- Robert!

I'm Patricia Blair, I'm Epic
Chance's actual manager.

I'm here to make sure
that they perform tonight!

- Are you serious?

There is no way I am going
to change the lineup now.

- You listen to me, little man!

You're going to make sure--
- Get out!

Before I call security!

- This isn't over.

- I'm gonna
try calling her.

- How long is it gonna
take us to get out of here?

- Oh, did you hear
they got that new girl,

Epic Chance?

What's her name again?

- Sam, I think.
- Sam, yeah, that's right.

They're so freakin' sad.

Ah, man, they're
just so pathetic.

It's like, just know when
to kinda throw in the towel.

- They were just a
bunch of nobodies anyway.

- Yes, exactly!

See, you know what, they
think it's all about the fun,

it's not about the fun.

Art is pain, right?

You think Van Gogh
would've been able

to paint the Sistine
Chapel or whatever,

if he didn't cut
his face off first?

- Exactly.
- You see, exactly!

Yes!

Dude, you gotta do something.

You idiot!

I thought I told you
to put the brakes on.

- I thought that was your job!

- It was never my
job, you butt smear!

You're my cronies
for a reason, run!

- Oh no.

- What?

What did you guys do?

You hit my car!

Do you know how much this was?
- You guys suck!

- Who pissed off
Robert this time?

- He's gonna kill us.
- No he won't.

- Yes I will!

- Sorry!
- Hey, get back here!

Your band's back on tonight.

- Thank you.

- Go tell 'em about soundcheck.

- Sam!

- Patricia.
- Sam!

- Leave me alone, please.
- Sam, wait.

Sam, I only wanted
what was best for you.

I never meant to hurt
you or lie to you.

- You canceled my
performance, why?

- Sam, I was trying
to protect you.

- Protect me, what
does that even mean?

What are you talking about?

- Do you remember
that times years ago

when Amber and I went
to a recording studio?

- I don't know, yeah, what?

Amber was supposed
to record an EP

and things didn't work out.

- Yeah, things didn't work out.

We got scammed.

- What?

- I had finally
saved up enough money

for Amber to record her demo,

and I met this so-called
music producer.

He demanded that we pay
all the money upfront.

It was thousands of dollars.

The day to record finally came.

He wasn't there,
no one was there.

He had taken all of our
money and skipped town.

I still remember the crushed
look on Amber's face.

So from that moment on I
just saw the music industry

as a dangerous one, and
I had to protect her

from anymore heartache.

- So that's why you hated
the whole music thing?

I kinda just thought you
were doing that out of spite.

- Out of spite?

I wanted her to
follow her dreams.

She's not the only one
who had a dream, you know?

- You?

- All I ever wanted

was to have a
nice, happy family,

with a cute, little house

and a white picket fence.

When I found out about
Amber's illness, it broke me.

You have no idea, Sam, what
it's like to lose a child,

to know you will outlive
your own daughter.

- Why were you so
insistent in pushing Amber

into an acting career?

- I wanted her to have
surgery for her condition.

Hospital bills alone
were outrageous.

I would've had to
win the lottery

to ever be able to
afford it and so,

I thought our chances of
Amber making it in the movies

were better than us
winning the lottery.

I know it's stupid, it's crazy.

I just, I was trying so hard.

- You were trying to save Amber.

Yeah.

- Start unpacking,
boys, you're back on.

- What, really?

- Yeah, in one hour.

- That's great!

- That's more like it.

- Guys, it's like
an epic chance.

- More like a fender bender.

- I'll take it!
- All right, let's go!

- Thank you!

- Guys, no, no,
no, no, stop, stop.

Don't you do that.

- All I ever wanted was
for you to be happy, okay?

And, I'm not gonna get
in your way anymore.

- You fixed it.

- Sam!

We're back on!
- What?

What did you do?

- Oh, Sam, please.

You think some show
runner's gonna stop me?

Pumpkin, I eat
those for breakfast.

- I should've known.

But um, you're
coming right, tonight?

- I wouldn't miss
it for anything.

- Hey, wow.

You look,

is that a new dress?

- It's close.

It is actually um, it's a gift.

From someone really,
really special.

Hey, what was that thing
you were gonna tell me

before the whole Gavin--
- Oh.

- Thing happened?
- Right.

- What was that?

- I think,

uh, this is
hard for me to say.

Spending all this time with you,

making music,

it's been great.
- Yeah.

- When I'm around
you, I kinda feel

something.

I don't know,
am I crossing the line?

- No.

I mean, I wouldn't really know

what like crossing
the line is, so I...

- I loved Amber, I really did.

I miss her, so much.

I don't even know what
I'm trying to say.

I, I just, I guess
I wanna thank you

for helping me through it.

- You have no idea.

You helped me!

I don't know what
I would do without you.

- I guess what I'm
trying to say, Sam,

I really value your friendship.

I really care about you.

Do you think Amber would
want me to be happy?

In the future?

- Give it time.

When I lost Amber,

I just felt like a huge chunk
of my heart went missing

and um, you're helping
me get it back.

And I know for a fact, Tristan,

Amber would want us
both to be happy.

Someday.

Maybe.
- Right, agreed.

- Someday.
- Someday.

- You know what
is, okay, so funny?

- Hm?

- This whole time Amber's
been like encouraging me

to find my own dream and
do that whole thing and,

it just occurred to me,

Amber's dream,

it's mine.

We have the same dream.

Tristan, it's like twice
the dream.

- Let's do this one for Amber.

- For Amber.

- James Mullen, everybody.

And now to the stage I
am proud to introduce--

- Get away
from me, you creep!

- Our
own Epic Chance,

featuring Samantha Bradshaw.

- Hi.

I'm Sam, Sam

and

I'm gonna dedicate this song to

my sister, my best friend,

and my life,

Amber.

- Oh, you were so amazing!

I'm so proud of you!
- Oh, thank you.

Can't breathe.
- Oh, sorry, sorry.

It was great though!
- Ooh, thank you!

- Nice work, you did so good.
- Great, thanks, David.

I appreciate it, man, really.

- Spam, that was
killer.

- Thanks.

- You're like the whole reason
our band's back together.

- I am just like seriously
so proud of you guys.

- Thank you.

I'm proud of you, too.

Agh, thank you.

You two have fun.
- Bye.

- Not too much.

Monique!

- You guys were amazing.

- Okay, yup.

- Amber would
be so proud of you guys.

- You were meant to do this.

- Thank you so much, Mom.

- You called me Mom.

- What I meant
to say, we're good.

Okay?

We're good.

Just so, agh.

Now we're good.

Now we're good.
- Okay.

Will I see you at home?

- Yes.

I'll see you.

Bye.

- What's so funny?

- I don't know.

I mean, we did it.

We did it.

We finished Amber's song.

- Feels good, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

Too good.

I just feel like, I'm gonna
wake up tomorrow morning,

it's gonna be a dream and--

- No, no, no--
- That song.

It was so powerful.

Who wrote it?

- Um, that was my,
my sister, Amber.

She wrote it.

- Well she definitely
knows how to write

an inspirational song.

And you, Sam, what
a performance.

- Really, thank you, I.

- I was impressed with you guys.

Truly.

But the problem is,
I'm from out of town.

But, if you're ever in
the area, just call me.

- Okay, thank you.

- Yeah, yeah, I remember.
- All right.

Gavin you don't get any.

- Are you sure
you're gonna be okay?

Tennessee's pretty far.

- Yeah.

We're gonna be fine.

Follow her dream.

Follow yours.

I love you.

- Tennessee!

- Sam, let's go!

- Come on you guys!

What are you waiting for?

Get in the car.

- Come on, load up.

- All right, all right.
- Peace out, rock stars!

Up on the stage

- All right,
Methodical Lobsters.

It's our song, it's
the end credits song.

Buckle up, we're about to
make some freakin' art.

Rockin' red lobsters

- We love you, lobsters.

Save the world.

Save mother earth.

- Mom!

Mom, get out of the
freakin' basement.

Okay?

No, this is my zone.

All right, do you
smell the Doritos

and the Mountain Dew Game Fuel?

My area, okay?

I marked this, marked
this territory.

Not with that, that's gross.

Okay?

Mountain Dew Game Fuel,
Doritos, posters on the wall.

This is clearly where
I'm supposed to be, okay?

Yes, I will go
to Grandma's thing later.