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MABEL: Before Ben fell, what if he grabbed for something?

You're using Ben's opening night gift.

I didn't think I'd need it so soon.

I did security for Ben. Ben wants to say hi.

- Okay, we have to go. - Help! Help!

- What? - Where'd you get that hankie?

- Hands up! - I didn't do anything.

I think the police have the wrong guy.

This is my manager, Dickie.

He's not just my manager, he's also my brother.

And this is my documentarian, Tobert.

I am just an observer. This is literally the last time you're gonna hear my voice.

The show may be over,

but doesn't that mean

we're not obliged to live by your show rule anymore?

They're taking down my sets.

This one... just didn't sing.

I'm listening to my heart, and re-imagining Death Rattle

in the most Oliver Putnam way.

It's a musical.

We think that Ben's killer is someone in your show.

Which means...

We're back.

♪ Disjointed piano playing ♪

KIMBER: Where does a great idea come from?

[muttering]

In my experience, it all starts with a single spark.

♪ That's how we became... ♪

♪ The creatures ♪

♪ Of... the night! ♪

♪ Piano flourish ♪

[panting]

Mm...

KIMBER: Something small, but bright.

Maybe something only visible to one person.

♪

[grunts]

[clock ticking]

♪ Hush little one ♪

♪ Let me sing you to sleep ♪

♪ Moonlight has come ♪

♪ Now, drift off to a dream ♪

That might be something. Did you get that one?

Guys! Wake up!

Donna and Cliff are gonna be here in an hour. Jesus.

- Howard, what do we have for our producers? - We have one complete song,

uh, 11 fragments, and... Ooh!

Uh, 25 rough notions screamed over piano chords.

Maybe one night wasn't enough time to write a whole show.

OLIVER: Are you kidding?

One night in 1978, I wrote two musicals in George Plimpton's bathroom.

Or was it one musical in two nights? It's all pretty hazy.

The point is, Norman Mailer punched me in the mouth,

and when I woke up, I was in Betty Friedan's waterbed.

I love that story.

Hey, Oliver, quick, crazy thought.

My cousin, Moses Morris, he's very big at State Farm Insurance...

Howard, did you notice how when I told a story,

it had recognizable names and a point?

No. Moses Morris runs sponsorships for State Farm.

So, what say I gave him a ring, and maybe they sponsor the musical,

and then we don't even need Donna and Cliff. Bam!

We don't need your...

- Moses Morris? - Yeah.

♪

Everything we need is right here.

Look at this cast. They're all killers.

CHARLES [affected voice]: As we look at the cast,

we are faced with an unsettling truth.

Any one of them could be the killer.

[beep] [normal voice] Any notes?

Oliver would always give me notes on my reads.

Thought it was fine.

Oh. Oliver would be a little more, uh, snarky.

Do you want me to... Oh, okay. [clears throat]

[imitating Oliver] Excellent, Charles.

This time, try it with a dash of none of what you just did.

Ah, yeah! Oh God, I miss him.

♪ Lively theme song playing ♪

♪ vocalizing ♪

[cork pops] [champagne pouring, fizzing]

Donna, Cliff, thank you for coming,

as I present my vision for our show,

which will be henceforth, and forever, known as...

Death Rattle Dazzle... [Cliff gasps]

a Death Rattle Musical!

[wheezes] Yes! Good! [giggles]

Cliff, sit.

[Cliff sighs] Legs crossed.

Kiss for Mommy.

[Oliver growls]

OLIVER: How lovely.

Now, truth be told, uh, w-we did not have time

to flesh out a presentation beyond this...

one piece of foam board, but we do have champagne!

[gasps]

Sadly, we're out of champagne.

So, do you see it?

All I see is a bunch of zeros in my bank account.

Yes, but what number's in front of those zeros?

Another zero. [Cliff sighs]

I've put a lot of money into this play,

and musicals are more expensive.

B-But look, we're talking about triplets here!

- Do you see it, Cliff? - I do.

- I love a musical. - Sweetie. We've talked about your taste.

Yes. It's bad.

You need a showstopper.

Right. DONNA: That's how musicals make money.

A song so irresistible,

it's like a syringe that shoots from Broadway

straight into the neck of Debbie from Duluth,

who becomes an addict from the first second she hears it

during girl's night out at the Calorie Pit.

And an addict will do anything, anything, to get her fix,

even take a middle seat on a red-eye

to New York City, where for the low, low price

of everything she's got,

Debbie can have the privilege of sitting

in the finest rear balcony seat in all the land

to finally, finally see

that show with that song

she can't stop belting out all over fucking Duluth.

So, do you have anything that good?

Do you have a showstopper?

[chuckles] Darling, you are a maniac! And I love you!

This show is gonna be nothing but showstoppers.

This is Oliver Putnam we're talking about.

Just gimme a few months...

- You have three days. - That's perfect.

- I was hoping you'd say three days. - Then I leave for the Hamptons,

and unless they have cell service

at the bottom of a bottle of Chardonnay,

I will not be reachable.

[sighs]

You spent a few months with this group.

Any first thoughts?

First thoughts. First thoughts. My first thought

is maybe I should've gotten to know them better.

Wow. I was worried we'd be starting at square one,

- but no danger of that. - Well, you have to remember,

a lot of them grew up idolizing me,

so they keep their distance out of respect.

Sure. If that makes sense to you.

Alright, let's start with opportunity.

Everyone was at the Arconia when Ben was pushed,

and everyone was at the theater when he collapsed.

Could be a coincidence.

No, coincidence is like meeting someone who has the same birthday as you.

Cops said his blood was clean, but maybe it was one of those poisons

that dissipates within five minutes.

Like succinylcholine chloride!

- Hm. - What?

Okay, so, uh, someone tried to poison him, failed,

and then finished the job at the Arconia.

But who would wanna kill Ben bad enough to kill him twice?

Jonathan, the understudy?

Was he looking for his moment in the limelight?

Hm. Donna and Cliff?

Did they want to be rid of their demanding lead?

CHARLES: Kimber, the TikTok-addicted starlet.

Did she do it as part of an internet mem?

♪

Why are you saying it like that?

No, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

The night Ben died, he apologized to Kimber

for "making things messy." Do you think they were hooking up?

I don't know. But another female killer?

That's so done.

The night that Ben died,

he was holding someone else's handkerchief.

We need to find out who in the cast doesn't have theirs!

That could be our killer!

[text chimes]

It's Oliver. Rehearsal at his place now?

- Guess I have to go. - I'll be right behind you.

[text chimes]

Wait, Oliver's texting me now.

I am no longer welcome at his apartment.

I am banned?

No investigating during rehearsals?

Whatever. I'm gonna go check out Ben's penthouse.

Lester said that Dickie was gonna be cleaning it out soon.

You find someone who doesn't have a hankie.

Find someone who doesn't have a hankie. I can do that. That's no biggie.

That's a smallie.

That's a very small thing because...

[stammering]

I say, "Hey, a thankie for a hankie."

[chuckles] But I'm not gonna do that.

I will find something int... More interesting to get it.

OLIVER: These are the pages? Why aren't they in order?

Well, they weren't numbered when you sent them to me,

and most of them are on old takeout menus.

Oh, okay. So, the stuff written on the appetizers page

goes before the stuff written on the main courses.

Also, wh-where's Loretta?

I left two messages. Nothing.

Well, keep trying, please, Howard.

[Kimber sighs]

This feels weird. JONATHAN: Why?

Because this production is littered with red flags,

and we're in our director's apartment

instead of an actual rehearsal studio?

Oh, hey! Hey.

Remember those hankies that Ben gave us?

What if we each found ours

and just showed them to each other?

Or me? Show them to me.

Sorry, we're all a little distracted

with our leading man, you know, being dead.

Oh, yeah. Well, that... that makes sense

because losing anybody is hard. Well, not anyone.

Not like a Hitler or a Stalin.

Though, I would not want to diminish the grief

of Mrs. Stalin. And yes,

I know she has a name.

Uh... Oh, Nadezhda...

[mispronouncing]

Anyway, the point is Ben is dead!

And I think it would be healing for us to come up with a memorial.

That's why I brought up those hankies in the first place

because wouldn't it be fun...

Oh! Not fun, but good,

to take what Ben gave us,

those hankies, and use them to create a...

quilt.

Or a quilt-type object?

[sniffles]

What were you saying about Hitler?

[whistle blares]

Thank you, Howard. [whistle blares]

I said thank you, Howard!

I sense a great deal of sadness in this room.

We've lost someone important.

I remember when my mom passed.

Some of you are probably thinking,

"Isn't he too young to have lost a parent?" I'm not.

I lost her, and it wrecked me.

Big time.

But she kept teaching me from the beyond,

my mommy girl.

Do you know what she said?

[raspy voice] "You can't let death stop you from livin', kid."

[normal voice]: Mama was a smoker.

So, who's with me?

Who wants to keep doing the play?

[light applause]

Who wants to bring Death Rattle back to life?

KIMBER: Yeah.

And turn it into a musical?

[elevator dings]

Oh. Hi.

Hi.

You're going to the penthouse?

Oh, yeah.

I left some equipment at Ben's I need to pick up.

Doing a documentary on him.

- Ah. Right. - Or, was.

You're the guy with the name.

It's Tobert. Robert with a T.

My mom was insane.

No, I get it. I am a Mabel,

so...

Are you going to the penthouse, too, or...

Yeah, I have to pick up something.

Oh. What's that?

- Take your time. - A signed headshot

- from Ben's Girl Cop days. - Hm.

- Sure. - He left it for me.

- TOBERT: Wow. - I don't know where,

so I'm gonna have to look around.

- TOBERT: Sure. - Maybe for a while.

Sounds perfectly reasonable.

And delivered so naturally. [elevator dings]

♪ mysterious music playing ♪

- Oh, yeah. - Please.

You need me to let you in?

[keys jingle, unlocks door]

MABEL: Wow!

[door shuts]

This is my third time in this apartment

and I've never loved it more.

OLIVER: And all together. [playing strong piano chords]

♪ Are you a creature of the night ♪

♪ Is it you? Is it you? ♪

♪ Of the night! ♪

♪ Is it you? Is it true... ♪

And you hold that note... And Charles, higher...

And the Tony Award goes to...

Ah! [piano stops]

ALL: ♪ The night! ♪

[piano sting]

So, that's our showstopper.

Do you love it, or do you love it?

I think it's brilliant!

Ah!

So sorry I'm late.

Ben's brother, Dickie,

he sort of offered to be my manager.

You know, he's been feeling a little low lately, I think.

No, I love that. So, y-you and he have become close chums.

Yeah, yeah. He's sweet, you know?

Anyway, he's got some really great connections [laughs]

and he made some phone calls for me,

and... I got an audition!

- An audition? - Yeah.

Oh, really? For what?

A network drama.

And it's an offshoot of an offshoot

of a Grey's Anatomy spinoff.

And it's for the mother of a dermatologist,

so she has a backstory, Oliver. [laughs]

And, uh, lines,

- you know? [laughs] - Oh.

And the producer said they might give her a limp.

- Yeah. - So...

- it's juicy. [sighs] - But can we go back to the thing

about my musical being brilliant, you said?

Oh, yeah! So, anyway... [sighs]

Making this into a musical is...

odd, Oliver.

But, ironically, that might be what makes it accessible.

You know, I was in the original cast of Little Shop of Horrors,

when they were workshopping it.

Uh, back then, they were calling it Eat Me, Seymour.

Feed Me, Seymour!

- That was it. - Yeah, Feed Me.

And nobody got that show either, you know?

Because it's a singing plant. It was just like [laughs] lunacy!

But it worked.

Why? Because, at heart,

it's just a simple story of a boy

who would do anything for the girl he loves.

You know, it didn't matter how big and loud and crazy it was.

It was just because it felt true, and...

- Exactly. You get it. - Yeah.

Everybody! Loretta gets it!

We can be as wild and exciting as we want!

Yeah. And Ellen Greene got that part.

- Yeah. - She was good.

She was great!

It was a big hit. And we could have a hit,

as long as we find the heart.

- Oh, absolutely. - Yeah.

We are gonna have so much heart on stage

that even cardiologists in the audience are gonna be screaming,

"That's enough heart for me! Thank you very much!"

Wait, who's gonna be screaming?

- Okay, let's get to it. - Oliver?

From the top. Ready?

♪ Whimsical music playing ♪

How's the headshot hunt coming?

Uh, maybe it's under this marble snake egg from CoBro.

Nope.

Any luck finding your... TOBERT: A boom mic.

Left my boom mic here before Ben died.

Um, so now, I'm just... just looking for it. [sighs]

You think your boom mic is in a drawer?

- Listen, Margo... - Mabel.

I'm sorry. You were making fun of my name, Tobert?

You know what, we're both clearly up to something...

[elevator dings] and we're both clearly pretty shitty liars.

So how about we do this? You do you,

and I'll do me, and I'll do me, and then we can both... [door shuts]

[keys jingling]

Oh, shit. Uh...

- Armoire. Now! - What, why?

♪

[door unlocking]

♪

[boxes rustling]

[whispers] He's still packing.

[whispers] You're looking for something for your podcast.

Thought I recognized your voice.

It's funny, I kinda had a mental image of what you look like.

[flashlight clicks] You are not what I expected.

Okay, so you listened to the podcast.

I liked the first season a little better than the second season,

but it was cute.

- Cute? - I mean, I liked it.

Thanks. I know it's not the high art

of following Ben Glenroy around with a GoPro,

but we tried. DICKIE: Dammit.

[gasps]

Goddammit, Ben.

[groans] Why?

[panting]

Sorry! [sobbing]

I'm so sorry, Ben.

[phone ringing] Oh.

[clears throat] [answers phone]

Go for Ben. Or, g-go for Dickie.

Uh, yeah, I'll hold.

OLIVER: One and a-two!

[intense piano melody] And here come the crab men!

CHARLES: The what?

- [rattling] - And the crab men are breeding!

Breeding! Breeding! Breeding!

[piano continues] And now, cue the nanny!

♪ Who goes there? ♪

[piano flourish]

ALL: ♪ The creatures of the night! ♪

[piano stops] [rattling]

[panting] Well, it's a start. Uh...

Give me, uh, one or two seconds

t-t-t-to collect my thoughts.

[door slams] [Oliver screams]

You're screwed, Putnam!

[screams] [objects clattering]

Your dreams are dust now! [clang]

Welcome to Hell! And you're your own Satan!

[gentle knock]

OLIVER: Yes?

♪ Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there ♪

Ow, ow, ow!

I'm just saying that maybe alternative financing

- might reduce your stress. - Don't touch me.

Well...

Guys, we are so, so close.

- Why don't we start fresh tomorrow morning? - Yeah.

Yeah, it's always best to end when you're on a high.

[both laugh]

- Or near a high. - Oh, yes.

[both chuckle]

♪ melancholy music playing ♪

Look at them. Bonding over their hatred of me.

Nothing brings people together like a common enemy.

That, or a good cheese plate.

♪

Actually, that might be my in.

Oliver,

how would you feel if I threw you under the bus?

[groans] Knock yourself out.

I was about to throw myself in front of one.

[Dickie sighs]

[sighs] I didn't mean to insult you earlier, okay?

I shouldn't have led with the word cute.

I actually think your podcast is innovative.

It's smart, it's unpolished in a refreshing way.

Feel free to leave a five-star review.

And it was cute.

Before this job, I was in Botswana for a year,

tracking this incredible herd of elephants. Have you been?

I do most of my elephant following at the Bronx Zoo.

Botswana, I strongly recommend.

The landscape, the people, the food.

Oh God, you gotta try vetkoek.

It's this amazing fried dough,

you can put a whole lot of different things in it.

Minced meats or these great curries.

I actually found a terrific place in Jackson Heights.

I go every morning for one with a little bit of jam.

Uh, it's on, I wanna say 87th and...

Am I rambling?

Maybe less dough, more elephants.

Okay. So, there's this place, the Okavango Delta.

Three times a year, the basin floods,

and thousands of animals, I mean thousands,

they all descend in one place.

And I was there for weeks alone,

just perched in a tree,

watching nature, in all of its intimate beauty.

And horror.

♪

Anyway, um, there's this one time

where I'm perched up in the tree,

and I'm looking out, and I see this baby elephant

getting stuck in the mud.

And, you know, I'm up in a tree, but I'm also at a crossroads

because should I hop down and save the elephant?

Or should I do my job as a documentarian,

and just film what happens, you know?

And with flooding, it's tricky because you gotta...

Okay, not that I'm...

not enjoying this National Geographic moment,

but if Ben's dead,

why are you still here?

Why not hop on a plane back to Botswana?

Because Ben's dead.

I mean, "famous star murdered by his biggest fan."

Yeah, Dickie ended my contract,

but there's an incredible story here

and I have a really unique access to it.

♪

You know, I was with Ben opening night,

and he ripped away my camera, and stormed off into his dressing room,

but it was still recording.

Footage from the night he died. That's what you were looking for.

That's what I found.

- Let me see it... - No. For your podcast?

Yeah, right. DICKIE: wanna tell her...

Shh! DICKIE: Yeah. Okay.

I will, uh, I will let her know.

And, yes, hopefully, I'll see you there. Okay.

♪

[sighs]

Alright. Well,

- take care, Madeline. - Mabel. Wait, Flobert!

What happened to the baby elephant?

In the mud? [sighs]

Well, I couldn't just sit there,

so I jumped down, grabbed some rope,

and worked for three hours to pull it out.

Wow.

That's amazing.

I'll see you around, Mabel.

Ta-ta, Tobbie.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Did it ever occur to Oliver

that maybe the problem isn't us? Maybe it's the material?

- Yeah, Oliver's bad. - Exactly. I mean,

I don't get anyone's intentions in this thing.

Mm-mmm.

Like, now there are crab men, and they're breeding. But why?

For me, it's the way that Oliver yells.

Yeah! A-And what about his hair? Who needs all that hair?

N-No, I think we're fine with his hair.

TY: I like his hair. BOBO: I like hair.

Hey, you know what I was just thinking?

What if we took all of the hankies that Ben gave us,

and we threw them at Oliver's feet?

That would make a statement!

And then I would pick up the hankies later for the quilt.

- I'll bring my hankie tomorrow. - Same.

Me, too. CHARLES: Awesome.

Because I would take them. KIMBER: You know, I've...

I've been kinda numb since Ben died.

I-I keep wanting to feel something.

You know, to cry, but...

- I can't. - Are you on Xanax?

No. Why? Do you have some?

No. KIMBER: Either way,

we should totally demand to go back to the straight play.

This musical version of Oliver's is disrespectful to Ben's memory, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So, Charles, you'll tell Oliver we're not gonna do the musical, right?

Yeah. We're not gonna do the mu... We're not gonna do the musical?

Great. You got it.

Oh, I'll tell him.

[footsteps approach]

OLIVER: Everyone else is gone.

Oh. I was just looking at the song ideas you have sketched out

on this Chinese food menu.

Hm. [sniffs]

I have to say, your lyrics make me feel...

hungry.

[both laugh]

[Oliver sighs]

Here we are again.

At the piano. [awkward laugh]

- Like... - Oh, I'm sorry. Yes. Um...

This is not my best day as a director.

That was...

in 1988, when I got my Tony.

Tony was a dog I owned.

[laughs] And yes, I-I did choose that name to confuse people.

I love how all of your stories

always end miles from where you start.

Ah. Thank you. [laughs]

[sighs]

What do I have to do...

to get people to see what I see?

Hm.

Can you help me?

No, I'm afraid not.

[laughs] I'm kidding you. [laughs]

What about this one?

- This one. - The Nanny's Lullaby.

- Yeah. - Okay. No, I know it.

♪ Gentle piano melody playing ♪

♪ frustrated discordant chords ♪

- Oh, what? - Nah.

Come on. Oliver, that is good.

I-I promised Donna "Oliver Putnam,"

meaning big and loud and... big.

Yeah, but I think we all know

that you are more than just loud.

What I love about...

Oliver Putnam's shows is that

underneath all the bombast and the chaos and the...

breeding crab men,

it's just, there's a vulnerability.

That's what makes...

Oliver Putnam...

special.

[door opens, shuts]

A-As a director.

Hello? The door was unlocked. OLIVER: Oh.

Hi! DICKIE: Oh good.

I was hoping you'd still be here.

- Yeah. - You got the part.

I what?

Grey's New Orleans Family Burn Unit.

- They called. They love you. [laughs] - Oh no! Oh, Dickie!

- I couldn't get 'em off the phone! - Dickie! [laughs]

I'm the mom in the family in Family Burn Unit!

Oh, my God! [laughs]

- And I get a limp! Oh! - Oh.

I can't believe it. Pinch me.

I'll do you one better. Congratulations!

- [laughs] - Oh, thank you!

It starts next week in LA, so we have to let 'em know right away.

- We do. [laughs] - Wait, wait. Excuse me. I-I'm sorry.

It sounds like a wonderful opportunity, but...

she has to be here for the play next week.

Yeah.

Oh... Okay.

Well, is there any flexibility on their end?

There's really not. It's a guaranteed season pickup.

That's stability, right? No more scrounging for work?

[sighs] I know...

Yeah, okay. So...

Sure, then... [sighs]

Well, Oliver, I...

You cannot be serious. What about our show?

- Yeah. - What about the last few months?

Well [sighs]

I will always cherish this time.

- I discovered you. - But, I... Yes.

That's not a reason to punish me.

Oliver, you lost your leading man.

You're trying to make this play

into a musical

- [laughs] that you wrote in... - She's under contract.

♪

[sighs] Oliver, I...

You're under contract.

Sorry.

[door opens, shuts]

Fuck!

♪

[cafe chatter]

You enjoying your morning vetkeok?

I didn't feel you swipe that drive from me.

I gotta hand it to you, you got the touch.

MABEL: What's the password?

I need to know what happened right before Ben collapsed on stage.

Well, you're in luck. I'm making a movie about exactly that.

I can probably get you a ticket.

This isn't a joke. This is urgent. I need to find who killed Ben.

They know who did it. The stalker guy in jail did it.

[Tobert sighs]

You're not in Botswana anymore, Robert with a T.

This is where I do my work.

And I'm really good at it,

even if you think it's just cute.

I didn't get out of that tree.

The baby elephant thing. I lied.

I didn't get out of the tree.

I kept filming as it got more and more tired, and more and more stuck.

♪

- God. - Its mom came back, finally,

and saved it, but...

if she hadn't, I would've kept filming.

That elephant, that baby elephant

slowly drowning in the mud.

Jesus.

Look, if you think Ben's killer's still out there, then...

I don't wanna stay in the tree again.

♪

CHARLES: Hi.

Hi?

Before I tell you what I'm about to tell you,

I need your assurance that you will not be angry.

No.

No one wants to do the musical.

Oh.

No one?

Well, the cast. Most of the people who would do it,

they don't wanna do it.

Ah.

They don't wanna do the musical.

That's fine.

Perhaps they'd rather I...

take this spoon, and stab myself in the eye with it!

And just stab and stab!

So I'll be too dead to be humiliated

when Donna and Cliff get here,

which is five minutes from now!

I-I think they're just scared.

They don't understand the show. And I don't either,

to be fair, but I come from television,

and I was trained not to question a script.

LORETTA: I can't even afford the supplemental.

So, how am I gonna get...

[sighs] You're here.

[scoffs] Well, I am still under contract.

- Dickie, would you mind? - Oh, sure.

I am so, so sorry.

I was horrible.

And this is no excuse.

I was just scared of losing you.

Also, I haven't eaten for many weeks.

You do know that you're holding a spoonful of cream cheese.

[spoon clatters]

You're right. You're right.

I'm a liar.

But, you understand me, Loretta, a-and that's been a rarity in my life.

Why aren't we singing?

I was hoping you would do me a favor.

Just one, um,

before you leave for LA and take Hollywood by storm.

[sardonic chuckle]

I'm not gonna enforce the contract.

I couldn't. The world needs to see you.

[happy sigh]

Well, what's the favor?

Will you sing the lullaby?

Wha... The... We haven't even rehearsed it,

and there's no choreography.

And, you know, certainly not a showstopper.

But it is the show.

And you're the only one who sees it.

Can you help them see too? [door opens]

I'll give it a shot. [door shuts]

Let's get this over with because I'm already "Amagansett sober."

[giggles] That's what Mom calls drunk.

Ah, good. Maybe she'll be more forgiving.

Alright! Um, slight change of plans.

Uh, we're not doing Creatures of the Night anymore.

But wasn't that your opening showstopper?

Yes, and it will be,

but it's not yet, a-and that's my fault.

I'm sorry.

But I-I...

do have something for you.

And...

I think it might hold the heart of the show.

Okay, let me set the scene. It's late at the Pickwick Lighthouse.

The triplets cry out in the night.

Their mother has died, but they're not alone.

For their nanny is there, looking after them.

♪ Gentle piano melody ♪

♪ Hush, little one ♪

♪ Let me sing you to sleep ♪

♪ Moonlight has come ♪

♪ Now, drift off to a dream ♪

♪ Sail from the day ♪

♪ To the wonders awaiting you ♪

♪ Out there in the deep ♪

♪ piano continues ♪

♪

You're not supposed to be here.

There was someone in his dressing room.

BEN [on video]: Go!

No, you're not gonna go, are you? Y-You're just gonna sit there,

acting all sweet. [scoffs]

We both know you're bad.

♪ Off, little one ♪

♪ Chase the wind on the waves ♪

♪ Adventure is calling ♪

♪ So, go and be brave ♪

♪ But if you get lost ♪

♪ As you're tossed in the dark ♪

♪ Of the sea ♪

♪ Look for me ♪

♪ I will ♪

♪ Wait at the shore for you ♪

♪ I will ♪

♪ Weather each storm ♪

♪ Standing by till ♪

♪ Safe, you return ♪

♪ From the night... ♪

♪ My love is a lighthouse ♪

♪

♪ So, darling ♪

♪ My darling ♪

♪ Look for the light... ♪

KIMBER: ♪ The light ♪

♪ The light... ♪

I'm sorry, Oliver. It's a lovely song, really,

but I can't risk Cliff's first producing...

We're in.

Mom, we are in.

♪ Song continues ♪

Do you remember what my doctor told me on my 8th birthday?

That it was time to stop breastfeeding.

And what did you say?

♪ Song continues ♪

That you should never give up on something you love.

CLIFF: You made me believe that, Mom.

I know this is risky, and I know you've always told me

that my first show would be the most important one, but...

I love this musical.

I don't wanna give up on it.

♪ Song continues ♪

[laughs]

BEN [on video]: I want you.

I want you so fuckin' bad

but you're gonna ruin my career.

♪ Song continues ♪

And I'm gonna like it. OLIVER: I'll miss you.

I cannot thank you enough.

I'm staying.

♪ Song continues ♪

You discovered me, Oliver, and I...

decided I like being found.

Oh, my God, I could kiss you.

[laughs]

♪ music swells ♪

- That was so beautiful. - Thank you, Charles.

I feel so much lighter. About Ben and this musical.

I-I really feel like it can work.

Yeah! [laughs]

Oh, and any time for that hankie.

Oh.

Yeah, I really wanted to give you my hankie,

but I must have thrown it away.

Or donated it to a good cause.

♪ Song continues ♪

[phone buzzes]

♪ Look for the light ♪

♪ The light... ♪

- ♪ The light... ♪ - ♪ The light ♪

♪ The light ♪

BOTH: ♪ I will ♪

♪ Wait at the shore for you ♪

♪ I will ♪

- ♪ Weather each storm ♪ - ♪ Standing by ♪

- ♪ Standing by ♪ - ♪ Standing by till ♪

- ♪ Safe you return from the night ♪ - ♪ Safe you return ♪

BOTH: ♪ From the night... ♪

♪ My love is a lighthouse ♪

♪

KIMBER: When a spark finally catches fire,

and everyone can see it, then the only place you wanna be

is at the center of that fire.

♪ So, darling ♪

♪ My darling ♪

KIMBER: But if one person is shining

a little brighter than the others,

sometimes you can't help it.

It's a competitive business.

You may need to snuff them out.

♪ Look for the light ♪

♪ The light ♪

♪ song fades ♪

[all applaud]

♪

[echoing applause]

♪ gentle piano melody ♪

♪