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It's okay, girl. I'll be back.

- Hello?
- Mr. Pearce,

it appears you are going
to miss your flight.

Yeah, I'm sorry, man. I'm just...
finishing up. I'll be right out.

Get the fuck out of here.

Mr. Pearce!

Mr. Pearce!

Mr. Pearce!

Would you mind taking a picture with me?

- Yeah, yeah.
- My daughter's going to freak out.

Just a second. Would you
mind taking a picture of us?

Welcome to Shreveport Municipal Airport.

Flight number 24 from Houston,
your baggage will be on carousel one.

Mr. Pearce?

- Yup. Regan.
- Welcome.

- You from around here?
- Yup.

I heard you guys have been
having some rough weather lately.

Heavy winds.

- Have a good night, Mr. Pearce.
- You too.

Hi. I'm checking in.

Mr. Brown.

We have you on the fifth floor,

room 539, our most special suite.

- I think you'll find it very LA.
- Cool.

Mr. Brown, if you need anything at all,

my name's Rhonda and I'm
down here late most nights

and I can take care of you.

Nice.

- Elevators are on your left.
- Okay.

- I love you on the Howard Stern.
- Thanks, brother.

Oh, shit!

- Hello?
- Hi, Mr. Brown.

It's Rhonda from downstairs.
How's the room?

- It's good.
- I knew you'd like it.

Mr. Brown, there is a foreign
man down here waiting for you.

- Okay.
- He seems a little agitated.

- Thank you. Bye.
- Okay, bye.

Hey, Tim?

Oh, good to meet you, man.
I love your work.

- Thank you.
- Big fan.

So glad you agreed to do
this so last minute, man.

- You are the perfect Vaxy.
- Cool, man.

Obviously this movie is very
important to me, you know?

Excuse me. Regan, do you think
we could get a picture with you?

Yeah, I'm in a meeting,
but if you wait a second...

Come along, girls. Let's move along.
Move it. Let's move it.

No, no, no, no.
They're okay. They're okay.

Yeah, come on. We'll take a
photo real quick. You mind, Tim?

- No, no, no, no.
- So, how do you like Shreveport?

- I like it. It's cool. I just got here, but...
- A little bit closer. Okay, good.

Okay, okay.

- Thanks, Regan.
- Nice meeting you.

- Mr. Pearce...
- Yeah?

- You want me to post up?
- I don't think so, man. I think I'm good.

- If you need me, I'll be right there.
- Okay.

Now, I don't pretend to know
anything about your process,

but I like to do a ton of rehearsals.

Just get in the room,
the two of us, man, and...

Look who's in Shreveport!

- Regan, glad you finally made it.
- Tony.

Tony Cunningham! I'm the guy who
writes the fucking cheque, yours too.

What do you think? Of Tim here.

He's a genius!

And Timmy, am I right?

You love this kid? This kid's a star and
we're going to be the ones to remind him.

Look how ripped Pearce is.

All right, don't let me interrupt.
You guys do your thing.

We'll meet back here 7:30,
get us some nice steaks,

find us some pussy. How's that sound?!
Look who's in Shreveport!

Hey, Schiff, it's Regan.
I'm freaking out a little, man.

Can you give me a call
back as soon as you can?

Okay, bye.

- Front desk.
- Hey, there's no internet in my room.

Yeah, the Internet's been
down for a couple days now.

Okay. Is it going to come back on?

They're working on it.
I'll let you know if it does.

Okay, thank you.

- Yo, Schiff, Schiff, it's Reagan.
- Yo, man, what's up?

Hey, man, this is going to
be a fucking mess, dude.

- Yeah.
- I am totally regretting taking this job.

I just sat down with the director and,
Schiff, dude, this guy is a fucking moron.

Maybe a nice guy, but, you know,
he's just not a director.

And this fucking Tony guy,
have you met him?

What the hell happened
to my career, man?

Hey, I hear you. Try to calm down.
Just tell me what the issues are.

- How's the room?
- The room? Who cares about the room, man?

Look, I'm sorry. The fact is

this isn't a long shoot and chances
are no one's even going to see it.

- Well, then why the fuck am I doing it?
- You know why.

Did we hear back on the Cameron movie?

As a matter of fact,
I caught Avi earlier today.

He's still a fan, man, but he thinks you're
a little old for the way they're going.

They want to play this a bit younger. And we've
had this discussion many times before.

You know what we need
is that game changer

that's going to get you
back on those studio lists.

It's just a matter of time.
It's gonna happen.

You have to trust and be patient.

Hang in there, man. Better days ahead.

- To Flashpoints!
- To Flashpoints!

Oh, fuck.

- Hello?
- Hello, this is the front desk.

- Someone's here to pick you up.
- Really?

Could have used you yesterday.

- Are you guys from...
- Flashpoints, yup.

They didn't tell me they
moved up my pickup time.

Tell him we want to get going.

They want to get you going
a little early, I guess.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Pearce. I'm Mike.

I'm Junior. I'm in production.

So, you're a PA?

Yeah. They just want me to come along
and make sure everything goes good.

Man, I couldn't sleep
for shit last night.

Always happens the first
night in a new place.

Yeah, it's got to be tough,
being on the road.

Yeah.

Hey, man, can we put on some music or...

Yeah. What do you like?

Hip hop, R & B...

So, you guys from around here?

I actually live down in New Orleans,
but I come up here for work.

How about you?

- You ever heard of Atchafalaya Basin?
- No.

It's kind of like... swampland.

That's cool.

- Like, gators and shit?
- Yup.

This is pretty far out here?

I don't think I'm going to make it back for
that one o'clock rehearsal. I should...

let the production office know.

Shit, I don't have the number.
Hey, Junior, you got it?

Yeah, I'll dial it in for you.

That's funny.

Can I have my phone back?

Dude, give me my fucking phone.

It's gone.

Nigger music.

- Out the van now. Come on, let's go.
- What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is going on?!

- People are going to be looking for me.
- Good.

What do you guys want? Money?

I will make the call to my
business manager right now.

I'll him to wire you whatever you want.
You could have it tonight.

- Oh, boy, you can do that?
- Yes.

I swear, man, I can get
you anything you want.

I promise you, I could get you...

at least a million dollars and no one
will ever know this happened.

- I don't want your fucking money.
- What are you...

Pretty boy.

Why are you doing this to me?

I'm Diana's husband.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Oh, you'll remember.

I'll make sure we remember... together.

Please! I didn't do what you think I did!
I don't know any Diana!

Are you listening to me?!
I don't know her!

What are you doing with that?

These are bolt cutters.
They'd cut through anything.

They'd cut you free of them chains or
snap through your bones like twigs.

But I'm gon' use 'em to
chop off something a lot softer.

I'm gon' take something
from you now, boy!

- No, no!
- Yeah!

No, no, no! No, no! No!

- Mike, I got it. What are you doing?
- I'm gon' cut his fucking balls off!

You don't wanna do that, Mike. He'll bleed
to death right there on the floor.

I thought you wanted to keep
him alive for a little while.

- Get the fuck off me!
- Junior, hand me that gator thumper.

- Which one?
- The big 'un, right there! Get it!

Fuck. What the fuck is that?

Now you ain't never gonna
touch what ain't yours again.

Shit.

Thought you was dead.

You ain't moved in a day.

Here, take this.

Take it. Don't-don't spit it.

Go on, swallow it down now.

If you don't, pain's gonna
kill you 'fore he does.

It's just an Oxy.

You made it.

- You remember her yet?
- No, man, I swear.

I've been really fucked up
the past few years.

- There's so much shit I don't...
- Bullshit!

Dark hair, 5'6, worked on your movie!

In wardrobe?

Even if I did do anything with her, I would
have had no idea she was married, man.

I wouldn't do that. I would never
knowingly fuck another guy's wife!

Oh, yeah? What's your password?

- What?
- Junior?

"2259."

You know, man,
you work together with somebody

on a movie set for a couple months,
you don't know their whole life.

You don't erase your shit?

"Okay, sexy, just tell him you're
out with your girlfriends." Tell who?

I don't even know when
I would have written that, man.

"Last night was insane. I want more."

- That's not what it sounds like.
- "That was the best..."

- Who's that?
- It's that actress...

buck naked. You know the one.
He used to date her.

Look, there's another.

Now, I have seen her in something.

Oh... lookie here.

What's that one?

It's him...

naked like a "B."

Hey, what's your computer password?

"Evolution."

- What?
- "Evolution."

How do you spell it?!

"E-V-O-L-

U-T-I-O-N."

Come on. Get some. It's good.

- I don't want any, bro.
- It's good.

- It smells like shit.
- Come on, get you a couple.

No, thank you.

You should at least get another
Oxy in you, maybe some water.

Come on. Go ahead.

What the fuck are you doing?!
You feedin' him?!

He don't need nothing!

You were right. They lookin' for you.

About 100 missed calls,

texts. "Regan, it's Caroline.
Where are you?

Butch said you left with a friend before
your pickup time. Please get back to me."

I'll be...

You really are something special.

Or maybe all the attention's 'cause,

see, what we did, while you
was having some quiet time,

we're sending them pretty pictures from your
cell phone out to a couple big websites.

Junior knows 'em all. He is a halfwit,
but one half knows computer shit somehow.

Anyway, they loved 'em.
Look at this. It's everywhere:

Radar Online, TMZ, Perez Hilton,

even CNN, Huffington Post.

"Another celebrity cell phone hacked."

Hey, they saying it was his cell phone
got hacked. They don't think it was him.

Well, get on his Twitter
and tell 'em that way.

He got one.

You twitter, faggot?

Don't worry, I'll make sure
you get the credit.

Time to feed the gators!

Mike, get in here!

Look, come check it out.

We got us a tree shaker!

"Pearce tweets responsibility
for photo leaks.

Tells Hollywood Jews to go
fuck themselves." I added that.

Why do you even fucking
care about doing this shit?

Why don't you just kill me?

Oh, not yet.

First, I'm gon' destroy you,
the way you did me.

I'm gon' take your life
and reputation from you,

humiliate your ass publically,

make sure the world thinks you're the
biggest piece of shit on the planet.

Then I'm gon' kill you.
You gon' die knowing you hated.

I mean, it's working so far!

They think you lost it!
Saying you committed public suicide.

Guess it won't be a surprise
when you turn up dead. But first,

I wrote you a little something for
your outgoing cell phone message.

It's a kind of...

script.

And you gon' read it

and you gon' make me believe it.

Or I'm gon' split you...
and watch you die slow.

Nobody talks like this.

Come on, man,
you can do better than that.

I'm fucked anyway.
You wanna make 'em think I'm crazy,

let's get fucking crazy.
This shit is weak.

Junior, give me that fucking phone.

Hey, hey, hey!
I'm not as dumb as you think.

What is it?

"2259."

Go on.

Yo, this is Regan. Don't bother
calling this number anymore. I'm out.

Basically, fuck you to everybody.
Kristy!

Especially the Jews, for all the sins
you committed against the world.

Praise be to Allah.
I die an enlightened man.

Yeah!

You workin' for me now, boy.

A major Hollywood scandal
unfolding this afternoon.

Actor Regan Pearce, best known for the
Oscar winning ensemble dramaVolume

and the hit dark comedy
Crimes Against Us,

allegedly posting naked photos of his
famous exes late last night on the internet.

Then today, Pearce took to his Twitter feed,
claiming responsibility for the leaks,

and then later, unleashing an
anti-Semitic tirade against Hollywood.

Now, Pearce is no stranger to bad press.

He has a minor arrest record,
including a DUI, destruction of property,

and most recently concluded an extended
stay at a Montana rehab facility,

where it appeared that his life was
back on track and he was back to work.

But today's behaviour indicates a
meltdown of Sheen-like proportions.

Pearce, who was in Shreveport, Louisiana,
to start filming his new movie Flashpoints,

has not reported for work and has
not been seen since Wednesday.

Pearce's publicist Nicole Perna issuing
this statement just moments ago:

"The person responsible for
these actions and comments

is not the Regan Pearce his
family and friends know.

We hope to be in contact with him shortly
to get him the help that he needs."

You done real good with that message.

You should be an actor.

But now you gon' tell me a real story.

Of course you'd be a cop.

Ex-cop.

I work in security now.

Got dismissed from the force
about a year and a half ago.

Don't you want to know why?

Got me on a heavy domestic.

They took my badge.

I did a year.

Lost my house.

Can't see my kids no more.

And almost everyone I knew
turned they backs on me.

And that's all because of the
story you gon' tell me right now.

Story of the first time
you fucked my wife.

You hearin' me, boy?

I want every detail!

Each and every thing you did to her

and every thing she did to you.

You hearin' me, faggot?!

Fucking pussy.

I do got to say, they always got you in
some pictures with some pretty-ass bitches.

God damn, look at this one.

I'll bet you said some things.

Hey, I gotta ask...

What was it like working with
Clint Eastwood? Now, he's the shit.

That's a real fucking man.

Fucking pussy.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's been a good run.

I mean, don't get me wrong, it fucking
sucks that it's got to end this way, but...

overall, I've been a lucky man.

I've had pretty much every
experience I ever wanted to.

Yeah.

Yeah, think I'm good.

- Hey, Mike.
- Yeah?

Let me tell you that story.

So, I gave her a ride
home from work, right?

She wanted me to see this
kitten she was keeping,

she found behind her
hotel a couple days before.

We talked, hung out, had a few drinks.

And then...

she starts telling me about
her scumbag of a husband.

This motherfucker's one of those
domineering, egotistical,

fucking pieces of shit with a perpetual
need to just eviscerate others

so he feels better about himself.

You know, like, to compensate
for his shortcomings.

I just listened, man.

She cried.

I wanted to hold her, so I did.

She said I made her feel like a woman.

Then she lead me to the bedroom
and started going down on me.

I was surprised, but I didn't stop her.

After awhile,

she straddles me, pulls her
panties to the side, and...

put me inside her.

It was amazing...

for both of us.

When we finished a couple hours later,
she told me I made her come four times.

And then she laughed when she
told me that you never had once.

I guess your...

tiny rent-a-cop dick ever
could get the job done.

Kill me.

Not yet.

I...

ain't... done!

Here they are, Mike. I got two of 'em.

Be back day after tomorrow,
finish this up.

I just totally lost my shit in there.

Hope he makes it till I get back.

Don't you fucking go getting soft
and sweet on me, boy. Man up!

Save that gas in the gennie.

Hey...

come here.

You done real good so far, Junior.

I love you.

You a good nephew.

It's 'bout to be lunch.

She came up in here. She was trying to
fill up her belly before she hibernating.

I just saved your life.

Now, a gator jaws snap shut
'bout 2000 pounds of force,

but once you up on it like this,
it ain't got no muscle for opening.

Even one hand'll do.

You welcome.

I never seen 'em come all
the way up inside before.

Probably smelled all that blood in here,
heard you moaning, thrashing around,

figured she could get
in on an easy meal.

Best we get you up off the floor.

All right...

There you go.

All right, get comfy.

Hey, now, she a pretty
little bitch, ain't she?

Hello?

Yeah, he breathin'.

I seen it.

No, he's still right there on
the floor where you left him.

All right, then.

Hey, Mike.

See you tomorrow.

What'd you come up or something?

Yeah, I guess I did.

Yeah, okay.

Been through the other way anyway.

Hey, Junior...

- What is it?
- I gotta piss so fucking bad, man.

- Can you hold it?
- Until when?

Don't make me piss on myself again.
That's really fucked up.

Okay, I guess I'm-a unhook you, but...

you gotta keep those
hands in them cuffs, okay?

All right, careful on
that-that hand there.

Come on, I'm-a get you up.

Oh, let's go get you drained.

I can't walk, bro.
My feet are tied together.

I'm not going to run.
My legs are fucked,

and I don't even know
where the fuck we are.

Okay, all right. I know what I'm-a do.

I'm-a hold this
bungee end like a tether.

And if you run,
I'm-a snap you down, okay?

- Okay.
- Come on. Toilet's behind that wall.

Don't even think about it.

I don't want to have to hurt you extra.

All right, now, I'm-a stay out here.
You go on and do your business.

Shit...

- You all right in there?
- Yeah.

Come on, let's get you going.

That's Mike. He's checking in.
I got to answer that mobile phone.

Get you on the cot.

Come on!

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Mike?!
- Is everything okay?

Yeah, Mike. Everything's great.

Then why the fuck didn't you pick
up the phone, you fucking crackhead?

I went for it, but it went quiet.

What's he doing?

Same as before, when you left.

- I got this, Mike.
- All right then.

Between now and when I get back,
that phone rings,

best you pick up or I'll have
two piles of shit to deal with.

I'll do it.

Junior...

What's he going to do to me?

I mean, how's this supposed to end?
What's the plan?

You're okay with just
letting him kill me?

'Cause you seem like a good dude.

Thank you.

I ain't running this thing.

Yo, he called me up, said he had a job.
You supposed to help out family.

Even though he don't come 'round there
too much no more, he's still my uncle.

So, you can live with that?

Your uncle's fucking nuts, man.

His wife never told me she was married,
and the truth is I barely touched her.

How do you know he's not
planning on killing you too?

You think he gives a fuck about you?

You're the only witness.

What if he tries to
frame you for this shit?

The guy's a fucking psycho.

I don't really feel like talking no more.
I think it's best we get some sleep.

And how about this Regan Pearce?

This guy is making Charlie Sheen
look like Tom Hanks.

Have you seen his Twitter feed?

Oh, you filthy perverts.

Well, needless to say, the young ladies
in the photographs are very upset.

- Yes!
- And from what I understand,

Regan's rabbi is furious.

God damn, it's a shiny day!

You don't look so good, bro.

Sun might do you some good.

Yo, I figure if I chain you to that cot,

I could set you in the doorway.
Sun'll bounce on you real nice.

Okay. Let's get you going.

Let me know if you get too hot.
I'll help you off with your shirt.

Put some sun cream on you.

Yeah, I'm right here, Mike.

That's good, Junior.
I'm just checking in.

Everything's sweet.

When do you think
you're getting back in?

Soon as I get off work.
I told you, it's my alibi.

- Well, what's my alibi, Mike?
- You don't need one, baby boy.

Okay.

Figure I'll get there about 1:30 in the
morning or so and we'll finish this thing up.

So, 1:30, I'll see you then.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm sorry just showing up like this.

- You are not supposed to be here.
- I understand. Wait.

Just hear me out and I promise I'll go.
Just give me two minutes.

I'm telling you,

I feel different. Diana,
I am not a violent man anymore.

That part of me is gone.

Diana, you know I would
never hurt my boys. Please...

I'll think about it.

Mike... can you grab her for me?

Yeah.

Hi.

Hey, honey.

Hello.

Yo, yo, Junior, Junior.

I got a headache, dude.

- You know, I really love the movies.
- Really?

It feel kind of silly
talking about it, seeing...

the situation we in,
but I do, I love 'em.

What was the name of that one
you was in, that nasty one,

with all them high school kids
that's fucking each other?

What was it, Up Against Us?

- Crimes Against Us.
- Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, we watched that one a whole
mess of times back in high school.

And some of my friends even
took to dressing like you in it.

Yeah, people still love that one.

That's 'cause you were
such a badass in it.

You were so fuckin' cool.

You were the man in that one.

I guess that probably wasn't
too hard for you though, right?

You know, I gotta say,
you look real young for your age.

You must take real good...

like, real good care of yourself.

I guess so.

I mean, I kind of have to. It's like
part of the job in a way, you know?

I'm definitely not
perfect about it, but...

How about you, Junior?

You look pretty... fit.

You work out?

Yeah, I do mostly body weight stuff.

Well, it's working. You look good.

Man, stop that.

Yesterday, the entertainment
world was rocked

by nude celebrity photos,
anti-Semitic comments,

and the behaviour of an actor that
seemed to be on a downward spiral.

But new information
could change all of that.

Early this morning,
investigators went into the hotel room

in Shreveport, Louisiana that
Pearce was staying at

and found all of his belongings inside.

Hotel surveillance video shows
Pearce getting into a van

that was not sent by the
production of Flashpoints,

a movie he was set
to start filming today.

Also, late last night, Pearce changing
his outgoing voicemail greeting to this...

to everybody, especially all the Jews

for all the sins you
committed against the world.

Praise be to Allah.
I die an enlightened man.

Now, at first, it was thought
that this was just another sign

of a young actor at the end of his rope.

However, it was discovered that Pearce
is actually quoting dialogue verbatim

from his 2003 movie To Carry or Kill,
the Iraq war drama,

in which he plays a US soldier abducted
and held captive by Muslim extremists.

And especially the Jews

for all the sins you
committed against the world.

Praise be to Allah.
I die an enlightened man.

Also in the recording, you can hear
Pearce call out the name "Kristy,"

which happens to be his
character's name in the film.

Now, whether or not
this is some sort of code

or perhaps a suicide threat,
remains to be seen.

One thing is for certain, police investigators
are still looking for that van,

and more importantly, they want to
know the whereabouts of Regan Pearce.

This your first time eating gator?

Yeah, actually.

A lot of people get...

a little turned off by the idea.

Nah, not me.

I'll try anything once.

So?

- How do you like it?
- It's really fucking good.

Can you taste the crappie?

- No, I said it's good.
- No. A crappie of fish.

I put crappie of fish in there.

It's...

See, there's...

There's white crappie
and there's black crappie,

and I put the black crappie
in mine 'cause it's...

It's tenderer.

You got a... nice smile.

Thank you, Junior.

Well, you know what I mean.
It's... You got them nice...

you know, Hollywood teeth.

You got a girlfriend, Junior?

Nah.

How 'bout you?

Just...

ended something. I don't know.

I'm thinking maybe it's time
for something different.

- You want some more?
- Yes, please.

Hey, can I "axe" you something weird?

Go ahead.

You ever try it on with a dude?

Hey, I've heard if you get me drunk enough,
I'm down for whatever. So...

I got some whiskey.

- You mind if I do a little pop?
- No, go ahead, man.

Man, this is good.

What up with that cup, man?

Don't worry about it, man.
We don't need a cup.

We can just drink from the bottle.
You can pour it for me.

Yeah.

How's that?

It's working already,
and I can feel something.

It's weird.

My heart's beating all fast.

There go them Hollywood teeth again.

You gon' make me do something.

Am I?

All right, cut... Stop.
Get off me. I just...

I can't, man. I just...

Junior, man...

Dude, I'm just freaking out.
I'm fucking desperate.

You've been real good to me, and I...

I didn't mean to upset you.

It don't matter.

I roofied your stew.

I just got to wait a little bit
and I can get at you all night.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

My head is... is totally spinning.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. My head is just so...

Oh, my fucking head is spinning.

Dude.

I'm going to kill that boy.

Reginald,

this is Uncle Michael.

You are a piece of shit!

Answer the fucking phone!

You are not a good nephew.

Fuck you! Answer the phone!

Reginald Hester Jr....

Motherfucker, boy!

Goddamn it.

- What do you want?
- Junior here? You hear from him?

Junior, he ain't nobody's thing.

- He ain't call you?
- That boy never got no phone.

The road's flooded.
I'm taking Jesse's boat.

Hey!

Jesse on a pumper, he knock you...
for turning me over.

This will jar your preserves.

Get back in the fucking house, Corinne.

I'm going to hold you up for the ass
right here and watch Jesse lick on you.

I'm-a bring it right back.

You ain't taking our shit.

Show up out of nowhere, lay your
hands on me like I'm your old lady.

You ain't about to
shoot straight, you junkie.

I was deer hunting at
nine months pregnant.

No wonder Junior ain't worth a shit.

Don't make me do it, Michael.

- I'm gon' draw a bead.
- Let's see what you got, Corinne!

I'll draw a bead!

Motherfuck!

All right, then.

All right, then!

You in here, faggot?

I hope to hell you is.

I seen Junior down by the swamp.

You done him pretty good.

I know you...

Dang.

You come up a whopper.

You just come on out.

Be a real shame expiring in the shitter.

He outside.

I got you.

Yeah, Mike. You got me.

So, at what point did you realize,
"I'm going to live"?

You'd think it would have been
when Mike was gone.

Dead. But...

I...

thought, "Yeah, they were gone,
but there was a good chance

- I was going to die there with them."
- Why?

At that point I still had
the drugs in my system,

a roofie, and I was
pretty destroyed physically.

I knew Mike had arrived by boat and I
would have gone straight out there for it,

but I couldn't move very fast.
I knew there were alligators out there.

And so, I thought I'd wait until the
next morning, and that's what I did.

Okay, so then, you get
in the boat, you set out,

and then miraculously, fisherman
actually see you or they hear you?

It's hard for me to remember exactly
what transpired during the rescue.

I know that they told me
that I was, yelling...

incoherently when they heard me,

and then by the time they got out to the
boat I was in that I was dead weight.

I was just out.

I was taken to the hospital, and the
doctor there told me that if I had arrived

even two hours later than I did,
I would have been in a coma or dead.

Let's go back. In those quiet hours,

in those days that were
long and terrifying,

what did you think about the most?

It became... clear to me in a life sense

how I could have been a better
person up until this point,

and I would say to myself repeatedly
that if I were lucky enough...

to survive this, that I would... would be.
I'd be a better human being.

And that...

an awareness of some kind...

that led me to believe that maybe...

some of my choices and actions
had led me to this point,

or were in some way responsible
for the situation I was in.

That's a big admission.

And I thought about my mom a lot.

How has this change
manifested in your life so far?

Hello?

- Hey. Schiff. How you feeling?
- Good, man. Just...

resting, getting my strength back.
I got my tooth fixed.

Oh, good. Well, listen.

- We need to talk about a couple of things.
- Yeah?

Yeah, your 20/20 interview was the
most-watched show Thursday night.

Your interview had more viewers
than the Lance Armstrong confession.

I've been getting calls about it non-stop.
People can't get enough of this story.

And you know how crazy this business is;

you got the offer on the
Cameron movie this morning.

I thought you said it was cast.
You said they were going younger.

Yeah, well, all I can tell you is that

when the overnights on 20/20
came in, you got a lot younger.

This is the game-changer
we've been talking about.

- It's crazy.
- It's a crazy business, man.

Everybody wants a meeting.
It's your choice if you want to sit it out

or you want to go for it.
But they will move on to something else.

That's how this goes,
and I know you, Reagan.

And I will say this:
ill-gotten gains can be made good.

It just depends on what you do
once they're received.

Time for bed, girl. Let's go.