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Why do I keep getting dragged into this shit?

- Look, Jordan... - Okay, I could have been

in commercials. I could have done that, right?

I could have done theater.

I mean, I could have been an Instagram model.

I mean, so many people have asked me for pictures of my feet.

- Okay? - I could have started an OnlyFans.

- All right, Jordan... - I make really cool slime.

- Slow down, slow down. - With, like, glitter in it.

You're spiraling. You're in shock.

Fuck you! I am not in shock!

Oh, God. Okay.

Hey, hey, look.

All right, all right.

Now, here's what I'm thinking. Follow me on this one.

What we do, we take it to the hospital.

- Okay? Follow me. - Yeah, yeah, okay.

Take her body, roll it out on the curb

right underneath the emergency sign, where it's brightest.

That way people don't miss her. They see her.

- What? No! - As soon as we see some traffic

- come out, peel off. - No, no... no, no.

So we're gonna just dump the body that we hit on the pavement?

Like that's the right thing to do?

- No, no. - I think it is.

I also think that you're saying something that we should talk about.

You keep saying the body that we hit.

Right. I just want to let you know, for clarity,

we didn't hit the body.

You did. You hit that body.

- So let's... - Aah!

Ow! Stop it! You'll make me crash!

- Why do you keep fucking up my life?! - Okay, okay, okay!

Fine, fine, fine.

- We... hit the body. - We hit the body.

- Okay? - Yes.

We hit the body.

Let's take her to a hospital.

No hospitals.

[all screaming]

The fuck you doin'?!

[horn honking]

[muffled screams]

Zombie!

It's a zombie! She gonna kill us!

Oh, my God.

Okay, okay.

Okay, so you're alive then?

- Yeah, yeah, apparently. - Oh, my God, oh, my God.

- I feel so bad. - Thank God.

- I can still win the Oscar. - Oh, thank God.

It's okay. Seriously, it's-- it's fine.

It's fine? Really? I mean, we were going

- at, like, what, 60 miles an hour? - There you go with that "we" again.

No, it's all right.

Honestly, my shoulder took the brunt of the hit.

It was, like, right before contact, I really sort of...

- [bones cracking] - ...leaned into it, so.

So, what's your name?

- Pearl... aah! - [bones cracking]

Oh, shit. Come on, you zombie motherfucker.

[laughing] That's the shoulder there...

the car hit...

Pearl, your head, it's bleeding.

Yes, yes, it does feel pretty fucked up.

- Is that blood or brains? - Yeah.

Let's go ahead and get you to the hospital.

No, I was serious. No hospitals.

- You need to see a doctor. - I was supposed to get hit by a car.

Okay? I was supposed to get hit by this car, this exact car.

You had a...

a premonition?

So, the character that I'm hoping to play

gets hit by a car, survives an entire collision.

This accident informs her entire backstory.

Are you saying...

what I think you're saying?

PEPPER: The pizza rolls must be overcooked

in order to fully melt the cheese.

Unfortunately, this does render them slightly too hot.

I suggest we wait a few moments and let them cool.

Great, okay, so... just want to clarify.

You're saying that the car will be going full speed, it will hit me,

and then I have to help the people that hit me?

Precisely.

Not to be a dick, but I went to Juilliard.

So did Roosevelt McCaffrey.

- Sorry, who? - My point exactly.

Juilliard may have taught you how to act... in their fashion.

I will teach you how to win a golden statue.

Okay, sorry.

This might be a silly question, but, um, what if the car kills me?

Al Pacino once let an elephant sit on his chest for 12 hours.

Why?

Research.

Okay, what does this have to do with me getting hit by a car?

If you don't have the courage to commit to this role,

I will find another actress who does...

[echoing] ...another actress who does...

JORDAN: Holy shit.

I know. Commitment, right?

No, you could have been killed.

I don't see the need to focus on that minor detail.

Well, there's actually a lot to unpack there.

- Such a major detail. - Yeah.

Look, I just want to get something out in the open right off the bat, okay?

I am huge fans of yours.

Oh, thank you.

Specifically you, Jordan. I am truly such a fan.

Okay, so Jackson wasn't specific, but what I'm angling for is this,

like, young, raging hot, Sissy Spacek vibes.

Like, she's got her shit together, but she gets hit by a car,

which leads to this emotional scene

where she is just sobbing over being broken.

Physically, obviously, but also emotionally.

And it's just this beautiful end-of-Act-Two mic drop.

Oh, sorry. Important caveat for both of you guys.

I'm just looking for a Best Supporting statue here, all right?

Eighteen minutes of screen time, tops.

I'm just trying to wet my beak with the Academy voters.

My main goal...

is helping you two shine as leads.

- Oh, that's your priority? - Hey, rising tides raise all boats.

Ow-- let me ask you a question: how many boats raise up

in a dead guy's film?

Kevin thinks that Jackson Pepper was killed

by a Venetian... something.

- Or what was it? - A Venetian Fauchard.

Sorry, you're saying, um, Jackson's dead?

Yeah, well, Kevin seems to think so.

Why do you say I "seem to think so"?

I know so. I saw the blood and guts...

Jordan, right now, you are really driving me crazy.

I saw blood, guts.

I wiped my face with Dustin Hoffman's ass cloth, okay?

Okay, okay, listen, listen.

If he really is dead, maybe my agent knows something.

I bet he will. Call him.

Oh, shit. I left my phone in the bus station.

Yeah, well, I threw mine out the window.

I have a phone-- oh, no.

Okay, wait, something else is in my pocket.

What is that?

You guys?

Something is in my pocket. I did not put it there.

- Open it, open it, it's from him. - It's a greeting card.

- Open it, open it. - It says...

- Read it. - "Hope you survived the accident.

Get well, Pearl."

PEPPER (RECORDING): If you're hearing this at last...

it means that I have passed.

Killed in a fit of rage...

by Kevin Hart, half my size and age.

- It was a Venetian Fauchard. - PEPPER: You mourn my existence.

I count on your persistence.

Kevin and Jordan are in a deep hole.

Fugitive life will take its toll.

You must be their rock, their partner, their friend.

Do this well, and you'll be rewarded in the end.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means he's gone.

And that I'm your rock now, Kevin.

Oh... well, there it is. Everything's gonna be okay.

- Yeah. - No, I don't get it, that means

he's orchestrated this entire thing.

It's possible he's tricking us into believing he's dead.

Oh, okay, yeah, because I'm the only gullible jackass

to believe that an old man was impaled by a giant spear.

I don't know, Kevin. I wasn't there, was I?

All I'm saying is that there has to be a way to be sure.

There is.

I know somebody that can help us get to the bottom of this.

Everybody in the car. Come on.

The guy's an ex-cop, police consultant.

He's gonna tell us exactly what happened to Jackson.

I just gotta butter him up a bit.

PEARL: Sorry, he lives in a storage box?

KEVIN: Just let me do the talking.

Hey, Jimmy, it's me. Open up, man.

[voice humming]

It's me. It's Kevin.

Open up.

Hey, there he is.

- What's going on, Jimmy? - No, no, no.

Don't call me that. It's Roger Richards now.

- Roger Richards, okay. - Yes, Roger Richards from Sarasota.

[chuckling]

Do you all understand?

ALL: Yeah.

Okay, good. Okay, come on in.

Okay. Hurry up.

All right-- what? Man, what're you looking at?

Wow, this is the worst episode of "Storage Wars" I've ever seen.

- Kev, could I talk to you for a second? - Yeah... get your hands off me.

- Who the hell are they? - What do you mean?

You know who that is. That's Jordan King.

Okay? And that's... what, God damn it, what the fuck...

I'm Pearl.

Okay, well, look, guys,

I...

I appreciate you coming by, I really do.

Nothing would thrill me more than to toss back a few cold ones, huh?

Trade Desert Storm stories, you know?

But your timing is not good, okay?

I... I have a lady friend that...

is coming by this evening.

Got a date at 3:00 a.m.?

Well, it's what works best with Rosalinda's work schedule.

She's... she's a trauma surgeon.

Are you gonna clean out your shit bucket before she gets here?

- Uh, excuse me, that is a chamber pot. - [fly buzzing]

- Oh, yeah, of course. - Okay, right.

Cause I smell shit.

Listen, we're not gonna take up too much of your time,

'cause you got a lot of stuff going on, but we do...

- we do need your help. - Yeah.

Look, Kev, I don't consult movies anymore, you know,

not after that little dust up I had with Mayim Bialik.

Not-- Not movies. Not movies, okay?

- In this case, it's real life, right? - Put it down.

- Smells good. - Consulting in a real life capacity.

I mean, look, you used to be a cop--

[nervous groaning]

I am Roger Richards,

a semi-retired vacuum repairman from Sarasota.

- Oh, wow. - They could be listening.

- You're gonna blow my cover. - [whispering] What the fuck.

But, Roger, at one point in time, you were.

And, I mean, do you still have friends at the department?

If so, you could probably give us a hand

- with this investigation. - [whispering] It has balls.

Make some calls on our behalf.

Yeah, on one hand, look, my law days are a painful memory.

- Yeah. - And I've worked hard

- to close that chapter. - Yes, yes.

But...

on the other hand... [chuckling]

how do I say no to the guy that saved my fucking life?

- I didn't save your life. - Wait, what are you talking about?

- You saved my-- You saved my life. - I've never saved your life.

- I swear that was you. - I would know if I saved your life.

I never saved your life.

- Maybe that wasn't you. - No, no.

Maybe that was Chris Tucker.

To be honest, I really had a nose for cocaine

during my consulting days. Snorted it like a vacuum.

Guess that's why you became a vacuum repairman.

Who are you again?

So I'm their rock, but I'm very malleable. I could be, like, a pebble or a boulder.

Strong. They look up to me.

- They look up to me. - Roger, could you please call someone

and find out what happened to Jackson Pepper?

Okay, is that piss?

To be fair, Jillian, it's old piss.

It's Jordan.

Well, I think all of us in the film community at large

are reeling from his loss.

And let me just say, just on the record,

no one can replace Jackson Pepper.

He was a titan

and a giant in his field.

[sighing]

I love her so much-- oh, gross, I just touched something sticky.

It's cum, we can pretend it's not, but it's definitely cum.

ROGER: Oh, my God, Lieutenant, you are a hoot.

Okay, hey, listen. Don't ever change, all right

Okay, ciao.

Okay, well, so Jackson Pepper is dead,

and you are the only murder suspect.

You're totally fucked.

They got prints, video evidence proving you did it.

Pretty airtight case.

Really solid investigator.

No, that's bullshit, 'cause I didn't do anything.

They got some hot shot Fed on the case with a stick up his ass.

They're looking for you as well, as an accessory to murder.

Any mention of me?

Anyway, guys, I really need you

to cut a rug before Rosalinda gets here.

Hey, man, fuck Rosalinda, okay?

I didn't do shit. There's gotta be something else that we can do.

Well, I can get you a Sri Lankan passport.

Take me 72 hours. Do you speak Sinhala?

Do I speak Sinhala?

Do I look like I fucking speak Sinhala?

No, man. Now, look, I ain't running.

- That's the last thing I'm fucking doing. - We have to clear our names.

Okay? We have to clear our names. There has to be another way.

Okay, what I am about to propose

will require bravery...

stupidity...

and excellent acting chops.

I got all fucking three.

Right on, brother.

Okay, you are gonna need a disguise.

Let me see what I can dig up.

- Oh, oh, this might be nice. - [toy squeaks]

No, here you go, oh...

okay, what to wear to infiltrate the crime scene.

Oh, look at this.

- [doorbell buzzes] - Shit.

It's Rosalinda. All right, you guys hide under the bed.

- Absolutely not gonna happen. - I'm not getting under a goddamn bed.

Rosalinda is an exceptionally jealous woman.

- [doorbell buzzes] - She sees me here

with the three of you, she's gonna be convinced

that we just had hot, delicious sex.

- Why the fuck would she think that?! - Okay, fine, fine, fine, fine.

I will seduce her in the Pontiac,

buy you guys some time.

- Then you gotta scram. - No, no. Ain't no scram--

Roger? Roger!

- ROSALINDA: Hey, Roger! - Hey-- oh, babe!

Shit.

Roger!

Oh, you son of a bitch.

- It's locked. - Are you sure?

Roger!

Hey, guys, don't worry about it.

- I found the key. - Now, that's what I'm talking about.

Catch!

What the fuck?

No!

Why the fuck would you throw it that hard?!

[fly buzzing]

Not me.

Me, neither.

Shit.

["Shit!" by Walt Liquor playing]

? Shit ?

? Shit, damn ?

? I won't do it ?

? Hell nah, fuck you mean? ?

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