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("Let Her Go" by Passenger playing)

(kissing)

* Well, you only need the light when it's burning low *

-(Sam moans) -* Only miss the sun when it starts to snow *

* Only know you love her when you let her go *

* Only know you've been high when you're feeling low *

* Only hate the road when you're missing home *

* Only know you love her when you let her go *

(Xander moans)

* And you let her go. *

*

-(gasps) -MAN (on TV): There's a copy over here.

(groans)

MAN (on TV): Now, you better watch this

and try to understand what's going on.

* Staring at the ceiling in the dark *

* Same old empty feeling in your heart *

* 'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast. *

(gasps)

(groans)

(sighs)

* Only know you've been high *

* When you're feeling low *

-(Sam grunting) -* Only hate the road when you're missing home *

* Only know you love her when you let her go *

(grunting)

* And you let her go *

* Oh-oh, oh *

-* And you let her go. * -(screaming)

(gasps)

(grunts)

* When you let her go *

*

(moans)

(grunts)

* 'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low *

* Only miss the sun when it starts to snow *

(groans) No. Oh, no, no, no.

* Only know you love her when you let her go *

No. No.

I don't want to.

* Only know you've been high when you're feeling low... *

(grunting)

* When you're missing home... *

No!

Shot?

(groaning)

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

* I'll always be thankful *

-* I'll always be grateful * -* Yeah. *

-(engine starting) -SAM: Okay.

O-kay.

*

SAM: You're doing great, sweetie.

-Wow. -(tires screech)

(chuckling): Wow.

You're driving.

Do you want to try to park?

Can you not talk?

Mm-hmm.

(engine revving)

Bro.

You're using both feet.

You just got to use only the right foot.

You got to alternate...

between the gas and... brake.

What I told you before.

You...

Okay, good lesson.

(mimics Frankie): Thank you, Mom,

for letting me illegal secret drive.

(normal voice): Oh, you're welcome, Frankie.

My pleasure.

God.

Asshole.

You're too little to drive.

Your feet won't reach the pedals.

What if I report you?

To the police?

Oh, Jesus. Come here. (chuckles)

*

Mom.

-No way. Serious? -(Sam chuckles)

Are you fucking kidding me? She gets everything I get.

That's not true.

-You ready? -Yeah.

Okay.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

Good.

-You feel that? -Yeah.

(whispering): You want to do a doughnut?

Yeah.

Okay. Here we go.

(both whooping)

-SAM: Okay! -(Duke whooping)

Maria Andretti!

-Yes! -(whooping)

(laughs)

(whooping continues)

* Navigatin' as a young'un *

* Man, I always had big dreams *

* Young man rumble and I *

* Grew accustomed to the thunder *

* I'll always be thankful... *

-Can I play Minecraft? -Mm-mmm.

-Just-just let me... -Stop.

-Wait. Just for one second. -Stop.

-For a second. -Stop. Sam.

Ow. Mom.

Ow, ow. Frankie.

Frankie. No hitting.

It's not my fault she lost her own phone.

-Frankie. -And is a supremely irresponsible baby.

-I mean, Dad bought that for you. -Frankie!

And you just know there are children in Malaysia

who worked 15 hours a day and probably slept

in toilets just so you can...

-Frankie, shah! -SERVER: Here's your pie.

Oh... nice.

-SERVER: Muchas gracias. -Gracias.

Gracias.

What happened to your phone?

I don't have a phone, Mom.

I know about the phone.

And if you broke it or you lost it,

you're not gonna get in trouble.

Okay? It happens.

Nice double standard.

I'd be in so much trouble.

It's true.

Frankie, can you go feed the meter?

Please?

Do not touch my pie.

I'm not gonna touch your pie.

When's the last time you had your phone?

I don't know.

(crying): My dad was supposed to FaceTime me on Friday.

And I didn't like carrying it around and looking at it

waiting for him to call me when he said he would.

But then he never did.

Just doesn't feel good.

So... think I lost it.

Okay.

I get it.

You know, he gets, uh...

busy.

Yeah, he's really busy.

Here. You can play Minecraft on mine.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You know, life is kind of better without a phone.

Don't worry.

I can hate him for you...

so you don't have to.

Hi.

Wait, I didn't touch your pie.

I didn't touch your pie. (chuckles)

-Now you have to do everyone's. -Okay. Jesus.

I didn't even want pie.

I didn't even want pie. Mmm.

And then the dining chair, it-it moved.

I mean, like... like, I didn't see it specifically move

across the floor, but, Mom... Mom.

-Oh. -Mom. Mom. It was tucked under the table

one minute, and then I looked away,

and it was, like, four feet away.

I mean, I heard the sound

-of it dragging... -Don't talk about it right now.

Please, please, please. It's night.

(spits)

You're scaring your sister.

Mom.

-Um... -What?

Surprise!

-(gasps) Max! -(Max squeals)

-Hi, stinker. -I missed you!

MAX: I missed you, too, buddy.

You're doing college. This isn't college.

Oh, I told you I wasn't being challenged, Mom.

Yes, but you're having an experience.

That's why you're over there across the country.

Having an experience.

PHYLLIS: The women in our family

don't like to be institutionalized.

They don't take to institutional learning, do they, dear?

-No. -You knew about this?

-I know about many things. -FRANKIE: By the way,

I-I took your lava lamp, and I'm-I'm not giving it back.

-Mom. -SAM: Look, honey,

I'm real happy that you came home for a little visit,

but there is another seven weeks of paid tuition,

so maybe by Sunday you can... (whistles)

Mom, why are you acting like this?

Because, Max, we had a plan.

You were gonna try it.

And I tried it, okay?

-Do you want me to, like, waste my life? -SAM: Well...

(sighs) Can you try it just a little longer?

A little longer, like, maybe till Frankie

goes to college?

I am an adult now.

I can make my own decisions.

Yes. And this is a big one

involving much, much planning and many, many dollars.

MAX: Fine. I'll just go live

with Paisley. I'll live out of a van.

I'll get raped and become a meth head.

Good! That's not living at home.

Are you hungry? I can fix you some food

before you start your adult meth...

Oh.

Okay.

* I'll always be grateful... *

-It's good to see you. -Really?

You're in trouble.

-How much trouble? -A lot of trouble.

Let me fix you something nice.

(whispering): You'll be all right.

You can have the flowers.

All right.

Oh.

Just get right in there. Yep.

Feel free to just...

Thank you.

(blows)

(groans)

This is the only thing that works for headaches.

-Oh, my God, that feels so good. Ah! -Right?

(inhales sharply) Jesus, you are stro...

Ow. Ow. Ow.

-Oh, you can't take that? -(chuckles)

I like it hard. Here.

-Do me. -Yeah.

Yeah, harder.

-Harder. -(phone vibrates)

-Sorry. -Yeah.

Go for Nikki.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Transpo asked me

to relay to you, please don't flush your lady things.

You clogged your trailer.

New pages.

Copy.

So, how is this supposed to work?

We aren't driving, but we're driving a stunt car?

Uh, no, that's not a stunt car. That's a pod car.

Yeah, but this pod car

is being driven by a stunt driver.

Uh, no, it's being driven by a pod car driver,

somebody who knows how to drive these.

Yeah, but this is kind of reading like a stunt.

But it's not. Well, at least, I don't think so.

Can you run lines with me?

I wish I could.

I'll run lines with you, kid.

I'm Storm. You guys ready to go?

(chuckles): Oh. Oh, hi.

Hi, Storm. How old are you?

-23. -All right. You're slightly older

than my daughter, who doesn't drive,

and I kind of like an older stunt dude, so...

can we possibly get a geriatric pod car driver?

You're so funny.

Wait. Wh-Why are they wearing harnesses?

Can we... can we just lose this gak?

(engine starts)

Wh-Where are my riggers?

Uh, riggers?

(both coughing)

They're smoking us out.

-(coughs) -(coughs) Oh, God.

You say something.

-You say something. -You.

I think it's your turn.

I'm not gonna do it. (coughs)

Fine. Jesus, I'll say something.

Uh, yeah, Storm?

Can you cut the engine, buddy?

-Thank you. -(engine stops)

(sighs) Dude!

Dude, you want to get over here?

Your kid's getting asphyxiated.

Princess, sweetie, you okay?

Oh, she's fine. It's fine.

-You good, right? -(Donte coughs)

She's ready to roll.

-TIBOR: Why are we not rolling? -(engine starts)

Action!

(tires squealing)

Oh, ow!

-You okay? -TIBOR (on walkie-talkie): Cut. Cutting.

Let's do one more and then I'm gonna call it.

FIRST A.D.: Okay, that is lunch!

Half hour.

Tears at sundown.

I know you think you got to speak up, cookie.

And you got to be a whistle-blower.

But be smart. Don't be stupid.

Someone else will say something. You hang on to your job.

-Although... (chuckles) -(sighs)

...you know,

I was on the board of the WGA,

so I know about unions,

so I know about workplace practices. (chuckles)

* Other nights *

* They call you, but what do they know... *

Hi.

Can I have a word?

-Can I just...? -(grunts)

-Of course. What's up? -Hi.

Is there a producer around here?

Anywhere? Like, oh, anybody who...

Yeah. I'm sorry, I just... I have to say

some things out loud here.

Was that legal, what just happened?

Aren't you supposed to be protecting everybody a lot?

Like, a lot more than what just happened?

TRAY: Uh, hi.

We didn't know any of the actors

-had any, uh, motion sickness issues. -Who are you?

Well, I'm Tray Gubbins. I'm the stunt coordinator.

Yeah, see, we've never met.

And I just did a stunt this morning

with two of my fellow actors.

That wasn't a stunt.

Also, I didn't have a safety meeting.

Uh, we had a safety meeting early this morning.

Yeah, but, see, my call was for 2:00.

So I didn't get a safety meeting,

and I know Donte

didn't get a safety meeting.

And I'm not sure about Princess.

Oh, we're good. We're happy.

I got a baby on the way.

As long as it's coming up,

our department hasn't been sufficiently notified,

like, for the majority of... the setups.

All of these people are hardworking people.

They're working their butts off.

And you've got, like, a hundred people and one toilet.

And this guy gets his own honey bucket.

I don't need my own toilet.

It's DGA standard.

You can have my toilet.

Okay, forget about the toilets.

It's not about the toilets.

The point is, we are making a multimillion dollar

blockbuster movie, and everybody's scared.

And nobody's gonna say anything.

And we're all supposed to be feeling really lucky.

Like, really lucky to be working with you,

and I don't feel lucky.

I mean, you're nice and all, but this is a job.

And people aren't being taken care of.

They're being shit on.

So...

(Sam grunts)

Okay, I guess I just...

(blows raspberry)

...had to say something because...

Tell on you guys to each other or something.

But, uh...

that's all I have to say, so...

I mean... an apology would be a thing?

* Sometimes you call... *

That would be nice, but no?

No. No. Okay. Thank you.

(groans)

Um, I just want to say... you are so brave.

You're like Erin Brockovich brave.

And I know, 'cause I grew up with brothers.

Standing up to guys?

I'm a guys' girl, so...

You're bad at your job.

And I've seen you squid your ink over every man on this set,

and neutralize all of the women.

I'm a guys' girl.

I'm a girls' girl.

And you know what? I'm a guy, too.

So, I'm wondering, why aren't you, like,

flipping your hair in my face

and giving me arm massages,

and rubbing your leg against my boner by mistake, hmm?

You're so funny.

(laughing)

Uh-huh.

What did I miss?

* Like a madman at midnight *

* Riding on a wheel of fire... *

(sighs)

(strumming gentle melody)

* Envision *

* Your lightest light *

* And all the things you have *

* You might not like... *

It's just that I don't need to spend Friday nights

with my married friends and their kids.

No way. What single person would?

I mean, I'm single with kids,

and I don't want to be around other people's kids.

I don't want to be around my own kids.

(chuckles) My options are limited.

Everyone I know is in a couple, and by this age, I mean,

every lesbian has done each other, so, that's fun.

Jesus. Is that true?

We don't get enough credit for our sexual prolific-ness.

Is that a word?

I don't know.

Do you know how annoyed I am that I'm not dating?

I'm so bloody annoyed.

Been waiting for the third wave of singlehood to show up.

I don't know about the waves.

Are they gay waves?

They are gay waves, but they would absolutely apply

to someone "straight" like you.

Why do you air-quote "straight" at me?

-(clears throat) -So, the first wave

is all the unavailable married folks.

That's... No. I hate that.

Next, we have the youth, like 20s. Way young.

Oh, yeah. What do you talk about?

I could never do a youngster.

Agreed. Eh, but, you know, at a party.

(both laugh)

Then the third wave comes.

The problem is, you don't have chemistry right away.

It's a slow burn.

But these are grown people, and they've got their shit together.

So... you're a third wave.

You just described yourself.

I don't know what I am.

So, what I'm picking up is

that you like the first two waves

because you don't want a commitment.

Commitment... not super attractive.

Is that a "you" thing, or is that a lesbianicle thing?

(chuckles)

I may be guilty of an attraction to drama.

That may be a "me" thing.

Hmm.

I don't know why I told you that. (chuckles)

It's okay.

It's really... um, interesting to hear someone...

be so honest about themselves.

You're highly evolved.

(chuckles) Well, thank you.

So, what about yourself?

What's your situation--

your straight situation?

Oof. Uh...

-You've been burned. -I don't... Mm.

You're just gonna leave me flapping in the breeze?

-(laughing) -Mm-hmm.

Are you trying to manage me?

Tressa warned me about you.

I don't poach.

She also warned me about...

-(chuckles) -Your whole...

Not your hole, but your whole, your whole.

-Oh, she did? -Mm-hmm.

-Mm. -Mm-hmm.

-Yeah. -(laughs)

*

* Take yourself into... *

* The unknown *

*

*

*

* Did it for love *

* And love didn't show *

* It looked just like a part of you *

* The part you hold *

* You skinned yourself *

* To uncover your bones *

* It's with nothing *

* That everything grows *

* Take yourself into *

* The unknown *

* Take yourself into... *

* The unknown. *

*

(song ends)

(applause, cheering)

SINGER: Thank you.

(cheering continues)

Thank you.

(whistling)

WOMAN: How awesome was that?

(applause, cheering)

SINGER: Thank you so much. Thank you.

(cheering continues)

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