(dramatic music)
(water sloshing)
(dramatic music continues)
(laid-back music)
(dramatic music)
(thunder clapping)
(brooding music)
(thunder clapping)
(brooding music continues)
(thunder clapping)
(upbeat music)
(thunder clapping)
(upbeat music)
(air whooshing)
(thunder clapping)
(upbeat music)
(thunder clapping)
(upbeat music)
(air whooshing)
(static hissing)
(water sloshing)
(Vada gasping)
(thunder clapping)
(phone ringing)
(Vada gasping)
(thunder clapping)
(phone ringing)
(water sloshing)
(Vada gasping)
(water continues sloshing)
(Vada groaning)
(phone ringing)
(water pattering)
(phone ringing)
(thunder clapping)
(phone ringing)
(thunder rumbling)
(feet pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(phone ringing)
[Vada] Trevor?
[Caller] Why did you
wanna become an actress?
Who is this?
[Caller] That doesn't
matter right now.
All that matters is
that you've just landed
the role of a lifetime.
Wait.
(thunder clapping)
Hello?
(buttons clicking)
Ah.
(thunder clapping)
(buttons clicking)
[Caller] If you want to
see your husband alive again,
you need to leave the
house right now.
Control the narrative before
the narrative controls you.
(phone beeping)
(feet pattering)
(door clattering)
(brooding music)
(thunder clapping)
(water splashing)
(Vada coughing)
(Vada gasping)
No way.
(suspenseful music)
(Vada exhales)
(keys clanking)
(door clattering)
(engine churning)
(engine roaring)
(suspenseful music continues)
(tires screeching)
(water splashing)
(Vada coughing)
(Vada groaning)
(feet pattering)
(curtains rustling)
(dog barking)
(rain pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(Vada gasping)
(pensive music)
(foot thudding)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(mellow music)
(bells clinking)
(door squeaking)
(customers chattering
indistinctly)
(glass thudding)
Why?
Why what?
(glass rasping)
Why here?
It's your favorite, why not?
You know why, and
please do not answer me
with another f*cking why.
(glass rasping)
(Calvin exhales)
Looking good, pretty lady.
You said it was a
matter of life and death.
You look very much alive.
I'm dying on the inside.
Thank you for noticing.
Where have you been, Vada?
(paper rustling)
Hi, y'all, ready to order?
Could you, uh, give us
a few minutes, please?
Of course.
I'm sorry, but I'm
a massive fan.
Do you mind?
Sure.
(pen rasping)
[Waitress] Take as
much time as you need.
(footsteps plodding)
Do you wanna know why I left?
Okay, um, you suffocated me.
"Eat this. Drink that.
Take this role. We're
going here.
Oh, no, no, no way in
hell we're going there."
I cannot exist in your world.
So you're telling me this now?
We've been together for
six f*cking years.
It is not my fault
that your ginormous ego
got in your way.
I've always been there
for you in the background,
your greatest champion,
cheering you on.
(Vada laughing)
Calvin, you, you were
more like my director
and a shitty one.
That is not a relationship.
That is a f*cking dictatorship.
It's that easy, huh?
People are not loyal to you.
They're loyal to their
needs of you.
Once their needs are met,
(pensive music)
They just disappear.
(brooding music)
That's who you are. This
was never love.
This is some big gigantic game.
This was real for me.
It's not acting. It's
not a movie.
Are you even listening to me?
Vada, look where you are.
Did that just happen
just because?
(glass rasping)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
Vada.
(door clattering)
Vada.
(door squeaking)
(door clattering)
(traffic whooshing)
(pensive music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(Trevor laughs)
Hello, you okay?
(Vada exhales)
Vada.
Trevor.
Oh. (Laughs)
Where to?
Anywhere but here.
Ah, bummer, I hear
they have k*ller shakes.
The best.
(Trevor laughing)
Too bad.
(key clanking)
(engine rumbling)
(laid-back music)
(laid-back music continues)
(laid-back music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(laid-back music continues)
(rain pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(brooding music)
(thunder clapping)
(rain continues pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(water splashing)
(Vada gasping and coughing)
What the hell?
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(pensive music)
(phone ringing)
[Caller] Whether you
choose to believe me or not,
I am here to help you.
Then tell me how
to get outta here.
[Caller] That bathtub is where
your suffering begins and ends.
Only the longer you
spend inside the house,
the harder it will be to leave.
(clock chiming)
Hello?
Hello?
(tone beeping)
(Vada sighs)
(feet pattering)
(clock chiming)
(knife rasping)
(thunder clapping)
(clock chiming)
(thunder clapping)
(clock continues chiming)
(finger tapping)
(display whirs)
Who are you?
Please Pardon my intrusion,
but I may be able to help you.
(thunder clapping)
- Help me how?
- Escape.
You should let me inside. Your
husband's life depends on it.
(thunder clapping)
I want answers. You hear me?
(finger tapping)
(thunder clapping)
(visitor breathing heavily)
(gate squeaking)
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(umbrella whooshing)
(pensive music continues)
(hand knocking)
(latch clicking)
(door squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(thunder clapping)
(items clattering)
(thunder clapping)
(pensive music)
(cup thudding)
(liquid sloshing)
[Visitor] First one here.
You should be thanking me.
You said you'd help me.
(sighs) Did I?
You're f*cking right you did.
Oh, f*cking God.
(dramatic music)
And put that knife
down before I ruin
that pretty little face of ours.
No.
I said down.
(knife clanging)
(rain pattering)
Good girl.
(g*n rasping)
(pensive music continues)
(cup clanking)
(thunder clapping)
Oh, bloody hell.
It's a proper latte.
(finger tapping)
Who are you?
I am you, you cheeky c**t.
You've been up upgraded.
(coffee sloshing)
(class shattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(knife rasping)
(gentle piano music)
(thunder rumbling)
(thunder clapping)
(gentle piano music continues)
(thunder clapping)
(keys trilling)
(liquid sloshing)
(eerie music)
(Vada groans)
(visitor exhales and burps)
Enough of this bullshit,
I need answers.
(glass shattering)
(piano resonating)
That's your biggest problem.
You got too much mouth,
not enough heart.
Some crazy little girl
keeps calling me,
I can't leave, and
now you show up.
If you're not gonna help me,
get the hell outta my house.
Oh, lads, look who
decided to grow a pair.
(thunder clapping)
How pathetic.
Can't even look threatening.
No wonder your career's
in the slums.
(Vada screaming)
(hand thudding)
(knife clattering)
Buckle up, princess.
(fist and gavel thudding)
But, Your Honor, I'm
sorry. He's lying.
That is enough.
(Natalia whimpering)
Actually, she's right, Your
Honor. I lied under oath.
(attendees gasping)
Tell them what you said to me.
Ms. Desmond, another
outburst like that,
and I will fine you
for contempt.
I'm in love with
Natalia Desmond.
(attendees gasping)
(Natalia breathing heavily)
You're pathetic.
And that's why
(attendees screaming)
You must die.
No, Natalia, we were
meant for each other.
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(attendee screaming)
(body thudding)
(somber music)
(attendees chattering
indistinctly)
(hands thudding)
(pensive music)
(attendees chattering
indistinctly)
(body thudding)
(defendant gasping)
That never mattered.
(defendant groans)
And neither did you.
[Director] Cut, outstanding.
(bell ringing)
All right, let's move on.
sh**t, are you sure?
(hands smacking)
Oh, my God, was that okay?
- You were incredible-
- was it convincing?
Darling. (Laughs)
- It was so good.
- Oh, thanks.
I'm so sad that was
our last scene together.
I know, but at least
I got an epic death.
Yeah, they really do
love you upstairs.
Yeah?
They could have given you
a shitty death like Ricky.
- Poor Ricky.
- I know.
Uh, you didn't even see
his face, right?
- He was just in the box.
- Yeah.
- It's tragic.
- Must have pissed
- somebody else off.
- Yeah, he did.
- Poor old Ricky.
- I know.
(footsteps plodding)
You know what I'm gonna
miss the most?
What, making out
every 15 seconds?
Yeah.
You want to, uh, be
giving me a proper send-off?
Oh, back from the
dead already?
(footsteps plodding)
(body thudding)
(crew chattering indistinctly)
(curtains rustling)
(brooding music)
(thunder rumbling)
(thunder clapping)
(brooding music continues)
(visitor sniffing)
(thunder clapping)
(Vada groaning)
Welcome back, b*tch.
(Vada inhales and exhales)
Imagine a world you're
walking along the edge
(knife rasping)
of a giant skyscraper.
Like a w*nk*r, you
lose your balance.
You slip. You fall.
Splat, you die.
Then you awaken, and
you're relieved
because you're back in the
real world and very much alive.
I've had dreams like that.
Well, that's exactly
what this is,
a nasty little dream you
can't seem to wake up from.
That's it?
That's what I said, didn't I?
(knife rasping)
(knife clattering)
(thunder clapping)
But today, you're in luck
'cause I offer a way out.
How?
(g*n thudding)
(g*n rasping and clattering)
(brooding music continues)
Take the p*stol, bring
the barrel to your head,
pull the trigger.
This doesn't make any sense.
- (lighter clinking)
- Mm.
(lighter clanking)
(visitor exhales)
Once you wake up, it will.
(lighter thudding)
(g*n clanking)
There you go, love.
(Vada breathing erratically)
(phone ringing)
(g*n clanking)
f*cking hell.
Yes?
[Caller] k*lling yourself
won't help you.
(lips fluttering)
It will if this
is just a dream.
More like nightmare.
(thunder clapping)
[Caller] She's lying to you.
What you do here will change
the course of the plot.
And that's not what
you want, correct?
What does she want from me?
[Caller] For you to escape.
Well, that's what I want.
[Caller] Not like
this you don't.
So I'm just supposed
to listen to you?
[Caller] Yes, silly.
(lighter clanking)
Running outta time here.
(g*n clanking)
Shut up.
- I cannot think with you-
- Inside your head?
Blame yourself. You
invited me here.
Oops.
[Caller] If you truly want
to see your husband again,
k*ll her now.
(lips fluttering)
What if I don't?
[Caller] Then she may
influence you to the point
where I can no longer help.
(Vada whimpers)
(tone beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
So?
(trigger clanking)
Predictable.
(hand thudding)
(g*n clattering)
Oh, bloody hell.
(b*ll*ts clinking)
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch
a bloke bite by, f*ck it.
(b*llet rasping)
(air whooshing)
(tongue slurping)
(Vada groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(Vada coughing)
(b*llet clanking)
(Vada gasping)
Time to play Raven's roulette.
(brooding music)
- Raven?
- That's my name, twit.
Now quit dillydallying
and hit the release.
(b*llet clanking and rasping)
(thunder rumbling)
(finger rasping)
Slip the b*llet into
the chamber.
(b*llet clinking)
Spin it.
(cylinder rattling)
Lock it.
(g*n clanking)
Six chambers, two domes,
one b*llet.
(brooding music continues)
Thinking of blasting me again?
Thought crossed my mind.
I bet.
But sadly, if you k*ll
me, you k*ll Trevor.
k*ll yourself. Free yourself.
Liar.
If you can't do it, then
play the game, p*ssy, cat,
and let fate decide.
(g*n clanking)
(thunder clapping)
I can beat you.
(brooding music continues)
(Vada whimpers)
(trigger clicking)
(g*n thudding)
Your turn.
(g*n rasping)
Got your confidence
up, my bruv.
I said your turn.
(g*n clanking)
I heard you the first time.
(trigger clicking)
(g*n thudding)
Tell me.
(g*n rasping)
Is it pride that's
keeping you from blowing
your pretty little brains
out all over this table?
(g*n clanking)
So it's pride that's keeping
me from k*lling myself?
I didn't know a person
needed pride to do that.
(trigger clicking)
(Vada grunts)
I guess pride is my best
g*dd*mn friend.
(g*n rasping)
(hand thudding)
(clock ticking)
You're looking up at the clock
like your life depends on it.
No, just Trevor's.
(g*n clanking)
(lips smacking)
Empty.
(trigger clicking)
Told ya.
(g*n thudding and rasping)
(g*n clanking)
Trust me.
Taking life is the best thing
that could happen to you.
Even if this is a bad dream,
and I wake up in my
bed safe and sound,
at least I know that, in my
subconscious, I chose to live.
You hear me, you sick, psychotic
b*tch? I choose to live.
(trigger clicking)
(Vada grunts)
(g*n thudding)
(Vada gasping)
(g*n rasping)
(hand thudding)
Your turn, bruv.
You just f*cked poor
Trevor in the a*s,
and you don't even realize it.
(bottle clanking)
(liquid sloshing)
(clock ticking)
(bottle thudding and rasping)
(hand thudding)
(thunder clapping)
(g*n clanking)
Try not to get your
knickers in a twist, love.
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(head thudding)
(blood squelching)
(Vada gasping)
(thunder clapping)
(Vada continues gasping)
(liquid sloshing)
(bottle thudding)
(phone ringing)
(Vada exhales)
[Caller] Wow, that was
quite the performance.
[Vada] Put my husband
on the phone.
(thunder clapping)
[Caller] What would make
you think he's with me?
Bullshit, I am so
sick of this game.
[Caller] Focus. Your past
is the key to all of this.
Put him on the phone.
[Caller] If you had to
choose between your career
or your husband's fame,
which would it be?
What kind of f*cking
question is that?
(thunder clapping)
(reporters chattering
indistinctly)
I don't know if I can do this.
What do you mean?
You got this.
If I fall now, the whole
world's gonna be watching.
Okay, well, we both know
that's not gonna happen.
Except we'll never find out if
you don't get out this limo.
(cameras clicking)
But if, if everyone hates it,
I have to go back to
that terrible soap.
(pensive music)
Hey, I didn't mean it
like that, okay?
(Vada sighs)
(reporters chattering
indistinctly)
I know.
Years from now, you're gonna
look back at this moment
and think, "This is where
it all began."
(cameras clicking)
I'm proud of you.
You deserve this.
(glasses clanking)
Just remember how many A-listers
you beat out for this role.
All right,
let's do it.
(door clattering)
(reporters chattering
indistinctly)
(pensive music)
(air whooshing)
(brooding music)
Why can't I leave?
[Caller] The question
shouldn't be why can't you
but rather, why won't you?
Tell me.
What's the last thing you
remember about your husband?
I remember (sighs)
our wedding day.
[Caller] You're fighting
me again.
In order for you to leave this
house, you need to remember
how you got here in
the first place.
(engine humming)
(switch clicking)
(wipers rasping)
(door clattering)
(rain pattering)
(wipers rasping)
(umbrella clanking)
(wipers rasping)
(door clattering)
[Gio] Watch your step.
(shoes clanking)
Oh, sh*t.
(items clattering)
Ow, ow.
(pills rattling)
You got this.
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
How's that position, good?
Oh, yeah, I think it's fine.
Awesome, so excited
to have you.
- Oh, thank you.
- And we're on in one.
Okay.
Looking good, pretty lady.
How's everything?
Hi.
Well, how have you been?
Uh, just busy, you know.
That's about it.
Good, glad you're here.
This should be good for you.
[Crew] Gotta come round.
[Crew] All right, guys,
pictures next.
Could you not make
this weird, please?
Well, it's a little
too late for that.
Okay, well it doesn't
have to be.
Baby, what happened to us?
Stop.
(crew chattering indistinctly)
Okay, um, let's get
something clear.
I came here for one reason
and one reason only.
All right, and we're up,
and that's three, two, one.
Got it, let's get to work.
(audience cheering)
- Yeah.
- All right.
(upbeat music)
(audience cheering
and applauding)
All right, I'm your host
with the most, Calvin Campbell.
Welcome back to another edition
of "Celebrity Confidential."
(audience cheering)
Mm, yes, yes, yes.
Listen, y'all, we all love
to hear a good old story
that can transport us
into alternate realities.
We all have fictional heroes.
What about the real heroes,
the regular people like you
and I that could overcome
all possibilities?
(audience cheering
and applauding)
Now see, what I know is
that Hollywood yearns
for these type of stories.
That brings us to
our first guest
with her powerful new biopic.
It's entitled "Struggles
of the Fall,"
making its way into selected
theaters this Friday.
Please welcome our
first guest, Vada Brent.
(upbeat music)
(audience cheering)
- Please, please.
- Hi.
Please, please, please.
Ah, thank you for having me.
Let's go ahead and dive
right into it, all right?
Let's do it.
I know this is a
passion project for you,
so tell us a little bit
about the movie.
In short, it is the true story
of Olympic swimmer Mary Grace,
who ended up losing her ability
to compete professionally
due to a horrific fall
(phone buzzing)
At the hands of her
a*usive husband
in the 1960s.
(brooding music)
- Mm-hmm.
- Um,
Mary Grace, um, (Calvin exhales)
She's paralyzed, uh, from
the waist down and, um
Waist down or the neck down?
Uh, the waist down.
- Gotcha, gotcha.
- Um, uh,
she, she, uh,
(brooding music continues)
Winds up having to move back
home to her hometown, um
Guys, I gotta an open
mic here. Come on.
In Indiana.
Sorry, go ahead.
Uh, a broken woman.
- Um.
- Like Gary, Indiana?
- Um.
- Indianapolis?
- Hammond.
- Okay.
Uh, but gets the support
of her, uh, estranged
mother and, uh
Stepmother or real mother?
It's her real mother.
- Okay.
- Um,
uh, and slowly (coffee sloshing)
But surely begins to
piece her life together,
- and it eventually-
- Don't give it all away.
The story sounds good, right?
(audience cheering
and applauding)
Uh, and, and, you know, I
can see you're passionate,
and you wanna give it
all away, but you know,
we don't want to, we want,
we want them to go see it.
We are sold.
I do wish you the very
best of luck.
Let's just switch gears
real quick and go into
- Great idea.
- Uh, what people
are really talking about, eh,
because there's been a
lot of press lately
about you transitioning
from daytime television
into movies.
Will you finally
be taken serious
as an actress, dramatic actress?
(brooding music continues)
(phone ringing)
(pills rattling)
(lid clanking)
(phone ringing)
(glass thudding)
- Hello.
- Hey, how'd it go?
Um, it was a disaster.
[Trevor] Come on. I'm
sure you were great.
(hand knocking)
(door clattering)
- Parked outside.
- Okay, just give me a minute.
(door squeaking and clattering)
[Trevor] You need this press.
(brooding music continues)
Uh, you didn't really
gimme much of a choice.
[Trevor] Uh, I know
this isn't the best time,
but I figure I should
just tell you
they ended up casting Victoria.
I, uh, I did everything I could.
Okay.
[Trevor] I'm sorry,
babe. I, I really tried.
Thank you, I gotta go.
(button clicks)
(hand knocking)
I said give me one minute.
(door clattering)
Oh. (Sighs)
- You're on in five.
- Shut the door.
(door clattering)
(Vada groans)
I'm gonna be heading out.
So this is, this is a
lot to process, you know.
The only thing for me
to process is the fact
that you purposely went
out of your way
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- To make me look
like an idiot, Calvin.
I would've asked any guest
on my show those questions.
Really? Really?
Your publicist begged
me to have you on my show.
I told her no.
She said that your career
is in dire need of a reboot.
And so I finally agreed.
I didn't have to do this sh*t.
I don't owe you nothing.
- (hands thudding)
- You're right, Calvin.
You don't owe me anything
because I left you.
Uh-huh.
That's it.
Don't be so melodramatic.
I'm an actress.
I gave you a good life.
Ah, f*ck.
(tray clanging)
(liquid sloshing)
(brooding music continues)
Should I be impressed?
(Vada gulps and grunts)
(bottle thudding)
(platter rasping)
(platter thudding)
[Vada] f*ck you.
(platter shattering)
(door clattering)
Whoa, one minute.
Have a nice life.
(Vada gasping)
(door slamming)
f*ck. (Gasping)
(door clattering)
[Gio] Everything okay?
Oh, nope, I am far from okay.
(clothes rustling)
(Vada gasping)
For what it's worth, I
thought you did great out there.
Thank you, Gio, but
(laughs) you really don't have
to lie to me. (Laughs)
That was brutal. (Exhaling)
I choked. I freaking choked.
I looked like an
amateur. (Sighs)
(Vada sobbing)
Why would Trevor
make me do this?
I freaking told him.
No.
I just need a second.
(Vada breathing heavily)
Oh.
(Vada sobbing)
(hands smacking)
(dramatic music)
I, I, I'm, I'm sorry.
I, I didn't mean
- Oh, okay.
- I didn't mean that.
(Vada sobbing)
What are you thinking?
(sobbing)
You're fired. (Sobbing)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
(door clattering)
(Vada whimpering)
(door slamming)
(brooding music)
(rain pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(rain continues pattering)
(jaunty movie music)
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(jaunty movie music continues)
(gentle music)
(pensive music)
(diners chattering indistinctly)
Vada, Vada, slow down.
That's your third glass. You
haven't even touched your food.
Thank you for keeping score.
It's kinda hard not to notice.
Excuse me.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can I get another
bottle, please?
- Absolutely, ma'am.
- S'il vous plat.
- Sticking with the Pinot?
- Yes.
(feet shuffling)
(gentle music)
(fork clanking)
Uh, hey, it's Victoria.
(fork clanking)
How lovely.
You know, if I wasn't
so stuffed,
I'd walk over there and
get an autograph.
Come on, let's go say hi.
(diners chattering indistinctly)
Ooh, I have a better idea.
Why don't I drop my
plate on the floor,
and when she looks over,
you can wave at her?
Sound good?
(Trevor clears throat)
Look, why are you
acting like this?
Because you do lame sh*t.
I do what?
You do lame sh*t.
For example, you flirt
with every little wh*re
you work with.
Oh, my God, I'm not
gonna sit here
and let you try to make me out
to be some kind of womanizer
'cause you're jealous
and insecure
or whatever.
(Vada laughing)
Stop acting like a
horny little teenager.
Lower your voice, okay?
- You're drunk.
- I'm not drunk.
Vada, did you take
your medicine today?
Let me see.
(bag clattering)
You mean these?
(pills rattling)
(bag clattering)
Yeah, yeah, I meant these.
You need these.
(pills rattling)
See?
(bottle thudding)
(Trevor exhales)
Why do I put up with this sh*t?
(napkin thudding)
(chair clattering)
(jacket rustling)
(Trevor exhales)
Where are you going?
I'm gonna go say hello.
You are gonna pay the bill.
(card clanking)
Then you're gonna
wait in the car,
and if you're a
good little girl,
I might even get you
an autograph.
(footsteps plodding)
Victoria, there she is.
[Victoria] (laughs) Hey.
(pills rattling)
[Raven] Boo, Victoria,
the slag
that steals all your roles.
(pensive music)
(lips fluttering)
(item thudding)
Can you close your
legs, Vada? Real classy.
That Victoria, she
miss you already?
(dog barking)
(cigarette thudding)
What's wrong with you now?
(Vada grunting)
(hand thudding)
It's awful.
Yeah, well, you drank
two bottles of wine.
You didn't eat food.
(Vada vomiting)
Oh, Jesus.
(Vada coughing)
Christ, Vada.
(Vada coughing)
I'm fine.
[Trevor] No, you're
far from fine. Come on.
I don't need your help.
(feet shuffling)
(pensive music continues)
(Vada grunts)
(hand thudding)
You love seeing me like this.
Make you feel big?
Makes me feel embarrassed
being seen with a drunk.
Nevermind.
Drunk what?
Drunk what?
(dog barking)
Big-time movie star
Trevor Pierce,
you're just so special.
Or are you?
'Cause last time I checked,
you're engaged
to a f*cked-up, bipolar,
no longer relevant actress.
That is not a good look for you.
You said it, Vada,
not me, okay?
Look, are we doing
this thing where,
because I'm a man, that's
why I have success?
Because I'm pretty sure that
you were very successful,
all right, and then you
started getting f*cked up,
and people didn't wanna
work with you anymore.
I mean, I don't know.
God, I'm trying to figure,
figure it out,
wrap my head around it.
Maybe you're just f*cking
mediocre, and you can't hack it.
I don't know.
(Vada laughing)
You ever think of that?
- I'm, I'm mediocre.
- I don't know, maybe.
I couldn't hack it.
Well, you know, you
try hacking it
with a vag*na in this industry.
Yeah, the vag*na thing.
All right?
Do you know, well, you don't
know 'cause you don't have one.
(Vada laughing)
But guess what?
You feel, like, this big.
- Mm.
- Being with somebody
like you makes me feel
like a f*cking smash burger.
- (Vada laughing)
- [Trevor] Yeah.
I can do comedy, too.
Vada, you've made
yourself this way
by f*cking drinking
yourself to death, okay?
You had everything at
your fingertips.
Me, I had nothing, I was no one,
and I worked my way up
to the top, okay?
So tell me again, how is
this whole thing my fault?
You worked hard?
- Yes.
- I have worked hard.
[Trevor] Oh, God.
And you have not
been there for me.
You don't see me.
Bullshit, I've been
carrying you
- for the last-
- I f*cking made you.
(Trevor groans)
You didn't f*cking
make anything.
You only became relevant
because you were f*cking me,
not because of your acting
or your gelled-to-hell
f*cking hairstyle.
- (door clattering)
- Don't touch me.
You look at your hair
more than you look at me.
Look at me.
- Move.
- Look at me.
- Get off me.
- You don't even,
- and move.
- Look at me.
- Move, baby.
- Trevor, I love you.
- Move.
- I love you.
I love you, too, but if
you don't f*cking move
- Look at me.
- Stop hitting me.
- Stop hitting me.
- You have to look at me.
(body thudding)
(Vada groans)
Look, I'm sorry, okay? Get up.
- I'm sorry.
- Leave me alone.
Vada, I didn't mean to, okay?
- Stop.
- Just leave me alone.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
(door clattering)
(pensive music continues)
(cork popping)
(liquid sloshing)
(glass clinking)
(glass thudding)
(Vada exhales)
(glass clinking)
(liquid sloshing)
(thunder clapping)
(upbeat electronic music)
(glass thudding)
Till the well runs dry, Lloyd.
Don't I know you?
Nope.
- You look familiar.
- Do I?
Hey, I'm tired.
I'm ready to go.
I'm not.
- Come on, let's go.
- No.
Baby, nothing good
happens after 2:00 AM.
I disagree.
You're on your own.
Okay, I'll manage.
Bye.
What a clown.
- Hilarious.
- On the house.
Aw.
- (glasses clinking)
- [Trent] Cheers.
(glasses thudding)
I hear you're the
guy around here.
Well, that depends.
On what?
If you wanna take your
night to a whole nother level.
I do have two wishes left.
You do.
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
All you got to do is,
uh, rub the lamp.
(lamp thudding)
Okay, one at a time, these
little devils are strong.
I'm a big girl.
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
Pain
I like pain
Pain breaks the rhythm,
breaks the rhythm
Breaks the rhythm
Pain breaks the rhythm,
breaks the rhythm
Breaks the rhythm
Pain, pain
Breaks the rhythm, breaks
the rhythm, breaks the rhythm
Pain, pain
Breaks the rhythm, breaks
the rhythm, breaks the rhythm
Pain, pain
Breaks the rhythm, breaks
the rhythm, breaks the rhythm
Pain, pain
Breaks the rhythm, breaks
the rhythm, breaks the rhythm
Pain, pain
Breaks the rhythm, breaks
the rhythm, breaks the rhythm
Pain, pain
Breaks the rhythm, breaks
the rhythm, breaks the rhythm
Pain
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
(laid-back electronic music)
(both laughing)
Trent, you're f*cking cool.
You're pretty cool.
Did you just call pretty?
Pretty cool.
Hi, Vada? Hi.
I'm sorry to bother you.
Could we get a picture?
- Yes, yes.
- Thank you sou so much.
Hi, what are your names?
I am Pam.
This is my husband, Ty.
- Hi, guys.
- Huge fans.
Hi, huge fans?
Oh, my gosh, are you okay?
Yeah.
Wait.
How many of my shows
have you seen?
Excuse me.
You said you were huge fans.
Oh, um, yeah, we liked
"The Young and the Bold."
That one?
Oh, did you know I did
six guest spots?
Count 'em, six before I ever
stepped foot on that set.
Oh, yeah, I mean, we're
not, like, huge fans,
but, like, we really liked
your character on the show.
Yeah, you looked really
nuts, so fine.
Uh, appeals to the
lowest common denominator,
and the dregs line
up every time.
I'm sorry, what
did you just say?
Hey, we're leaving.
No, not with my photos.
- Are you serious?
- Yep, yep,
- give me your phone.
- Get off him.
Hey, get off him.
- Get off him.
- Give me your phone.
(hand thudding)
No, what the hell
is wrong with you?
[That's] She's
wasted. Come on.
[Pam] I heard your
new film's trash anyway.
You're still gonna go
and see it, you twat.
It's always a freaking
spectacle with you people.
Just hide behind your mask.
I don't care.
I know who you are.
I'm feeling good.
I'm keeping it real.
You wish.
(partygoers cheering)
(lid clanking)
(bottle thudding)
(pensive music)
(Vada sniffing)
(door clattering)
Somebody's in here.
(door continues clattering)
I said it's occupied.
Enough already.
(door continues clattering)
(latch clicking)
(door creaking)
Hello?
(dramatic music)
(partygoers laughing)
Leave me alone.
(door slamming)
(phone ringing)
Tell me how to get the
hell outta here.
[Caller] You brought
this upon yourself.
I want outta here,
you psychotic b*tch.
(latch clicking)
(dog barking)
(chain clanking)
(dog continues barking)
(door slamming)
(dog growling)
[Caller] He's not
going to let you leave.
- What does he want from me?
- [Caller] To k*ll your career.
What am I supposed to do?
(caller speaking indistinctly)
Tell me what I'm supposed to do.
[Caller] Break a leg.
(phone clanking)
(dramatic music)
(feet pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(footsteps plodding)
(brooding music)
(wind howling)
(thunder clapping)
(ax thudding)
(thunder clapping)
(Vada gasping)
(ax rasping)
(thunder clapping)
(wind howling)
(brooding music continues)
(Vada grunts)
(ax thudding)
(thunder clapping)
(door clattering)
(dog barking)
(items clattering)
(dog continues barking)
(door clattering)
(dog continues barking)
(lever clanking)
(thunder clapping)
(brooding music continues)
(eerie music)
(thunder clapping)
(ax thudding)
(Vada screaming)
(body thudding)
(Vada screaming)
(masked intruder grunting)
(Vada grunting)
(tools clattering)
(Vada grunts)
(tool rasping)
(masked intruder groaning)
(Vada grunts)
(feet pattering)
(dramatic music)
(brooding music continues)
(b*ll*ts clanking)
(footsteps plodding)
(thunder clapping)
(ax thudding)
(Vada screaming)
(Vada gasping)
(masked intruder grunting)
(wood cracking)
(feet pattering)
(Vada gasping)
(door clattering)
(thunder clapping)
(door clattering)
(Vada whimpering)
(thunder clapping)
(drawer clattering)
(Vada gasping)
(Vada grunts)
(b*ll*ts clinking)
(thunder clapping)
(latch clicking and creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(thunder rumbling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(dramatic music)
(g*nshots blasting)
(masked intruder groaning)
(ax clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(blood squelching)
(trigger clicking)
Die already.
(Vada screaming)
(masked intruder grunts)
(Vada screaming)
(water splashing)
(Vada gasping)
(thunder rumbling)
(door clattering)
(phone ringing)
[Caller] Impressive
performance.
You really are quite good.
Don't pretend you know me.
You're just a voice
on the phone.
[Caller] I'm a little
more than that.
Recognize him?
He used to work for
you, didn't he?
(thunder clapping)
(pensive music)
(latch clicking)
(rain pattering)
(thunder clapping)
Vada, I know exactly what
you're thinking.
Can this all be a dream?
Is it the drugs, or am I
completely losing my mind?
The answer is yes.
(water sloshing)
(phone ringing)
It's Preston.
It's your day off.
Yeah, my agent doesn't
take a day off.
(water sloshing)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
Hi.
How are you?
(bed clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
Oh, no, can't tonight.
(Trevor laughs)
Yeah? I'll hold you to it.
(Trevor laughing)
Yeah, I'll, uh, try to come
by after wrap tomorrow.
Okay?
I, uh, just I gotta run.
Bye.
(pensive music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(water sloshing)
(water splashing)
(Vada screaming)
(water burbling)
(water pattering)
(paper rustling)
(brush rasping)
(pensive music continues)
Imagining enjoying this.
(brush clanking)
(Vada exhales)
Imagining enjoying this.
(wine sloshing)
(glass clinking)
(hands rasping)
(Vada sniffing)
(Vada exhales)
I am imagining
enjoying myself.
(hand thudding)
Give 'em a show, V.
(pensive music continues)
(fingers tapping)
(thunder rumbling)
[AI Assistant] Good
morning, Mr. Holloway.
Good morning, Lauren.
(footsteps plodding)
(gentle music)
Hello, Ingrid.
It's nice to finally meet you.
I know who you are,
Mr. Holloway.
Hmm, so you know that
I've been hired
by the Destiny Foundation to
oversee a testing protocol?
I have been made aware.
Hmm.
How are you feeling
today, Ingrid?
I'm imagining
enjoying myself.
Very good.
(device whirring)
[Ingrid] Do you play,
Mr. Holloway?
I do.
(footsteps plodding)
(pieces thudding)
Did you know that the
longest chess match possible
could only be played
in 5,949 moves?
(piece thudding)
Very interesting, Ingrid.
(piece thudding)
Theoretically, the number
of possible unique outcomes
is much greater than the number
of electrons in the
known universe.
Was this information
part of your programming?
(piece thudding)
No.
(pieces thudding)
I uploaded it.
And what was the
source, Ingrid?
All of it.
(pieces thudding)
All of it?
262 million individual
sites, to be exact.
(pieces clattering)
That is quite impressive.
Nothing about it
is impressive.
It's in my design.
(piece thudding)
[AI Assistant] Checkmate,
you have been beaten,
Mr. Holloway.
Indeed, I have, Lauren.
Well done, Ingrid,
(device whirring)
(device beeping)
(fingers tapping)
Did I pass?
This protocol isn't
about passing or failing,
merely observing
and documenting.
The human condition?
The human condition
doesn't apply to your kind.
You know so much about
me, Mr. Holloway,
but I know very little
about you.
What would you like
to know, Ingrid?
(device beeping and whirring)
Are you happy?
Yes, I am, happy as to
be expected with a wife
and two young children at home.
Anything else you'd
like to know?
Do you still love your wife?
(sighs) All right, cut,
cut, cut.
(bell ringing)
What was that, Vada?
I don't know. Sue me.
I would if I knew it
wouldn't delay production.
f*ck.
All right, look, uh
Yeah, let's just go
again. Roll sound.
(bell ringing)
- Are you sure this time?
- Yeah.
Okay, all right, everybody,
back to one.
Let's try this again.
We'll get a reset on
the, uh, f*cking chess.
f*cking hate chess.
[Trevor] Well, you suck at it.
(paper rustling)
(gentle classical music)
(glass thudding)
I'm ready for my close-up,
Mr. Pierce.
Yeah, auditioning for a
role you didn't tell me about.
(Vada laughing)
Hey, you know the saying
all work and no play?
Yeah, it makes Trevor
one tired boy.
(paper rustling)
(Trevor sighs)
(glasses clanking)
So.
(gentle piano music continues)
Do you mind putting it away?
(glasses clattering)
(paper rasping)
Please.
(glass thudding)
I just got off of
an 18-hour day.
I'm exhausted, and I
have to get this done.
You haven't touched
me in months.
Don't start that again.
Are you not attracted
- to me anymore?
- Jesus Christ.
Can you for once allow me the
opportunity to be selfish?
It's always about you,
your wedding, your career,
your projects.
Now it's my turn.
There's nothing more important
to me than finishing this film.
Nothing.
Even me?
(hand thudding)
Even you.
(gentle piano music continues)
(hands and legs thudding)
(bottle rasping)
(wine sloshing)
What the f*ck?
(bottle thudding)
Now if you can't f*ck me,
you can at least talk to me.
We can bore each other to death.
There's something
seriously wrong with you.
You wanna talk about that?
So now you wanna talk?
See, now I wanna f*ck, so
you know, it's really a shame
that we're never on
the same page.
(paper rustling)
I approve of these revisions.
Give it back.
Ooh, there's creativity.
I see some pizazz
and imagination
that is just bound to
entice audiences
and movie critics alike.
I mean, f*ck Kubrick.
What did he know? Definitely
not this.
Give me back the
g*dd*mn script.
(paper rustling)
Who would've thought
a bottle full
of crushed grapes would
mark the stark difference
between a masterpiece
and a piece of sh*t?
(gentle piano music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
Come on, come on.
Come on.
(hands thudding)
(Vada grunts)
(dramatic music)
Utter another f*cking
word, and I swear.
[Vada] Jesus.
(Vada coughing)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
(door rasping)
Morning, Vada, Vada, wake up.
(Vada coughing and retching)
Okay.
- Sorry.
- No, it's better out than in.
(Vada laughs)
Okay, buddy.
(tube clattering)
It's, uh,
oop, okay, here we go.
Make me pretty.
Pretty easy to do,
my baby. (Laughs)
Yeah.
It just looks like
someone could use
a little pick-me-up today
Mm-hmm.
But fear not, I've got
just what the doctor ordered.
One, two.
(Vada sniffing)
You're back?
- Better than ever.
- Like a champ.
(items clattering)
(door rattling and thudding)
Hey, uh, Nikki, can I
get a second with my wife?
Yeah, of course.
Um.
(plastic rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
- See you out there, hon.
- Thank you.
What do I owe the pleasure?
(door rattling and thudding)
Well, uh, look, I was
just thinking I wanted
to talk to you about this, uh,
this scene we have coming
up, the, uh, sex scene.
I, uh, uh...
What?
You know the rumors about
people really having sex
on screen, sort of
publicity that it generates,
this AI stuff, right,
people are gonna be having
sex with robots, right, soon.
I was just thinking
that, you know,
maybe you and I could,
uh, make it real.
You're not serious.
It'll be a closed set, okay?
I'll send everyone away
and make it as intimate
as you want it to be.
Okay?
Okay, let me just
get this straight.
Um, you haven't had sex
with me in months,
and now for the sake
of your film,
you wanna f*ck me in
front of the entire world
for what, um, is it
artistic merit?
What, what is this?
Yeah, we're artists, Vada.
We have to give them everything.
I have given you everything.
Okay, well, then your
everything's not enough.
It's never gonna
be enough for you.
I have nothing left
to give, Trevor.
Dig deep and give me more.
f*ck you, and get
outta my dressing room.
(brooding music)
Oh, my God.
Look.
I wanna blow people's minds
with this movie, okay?
I'm trying to do something
different.
[Vada] Mm.
Don't let me down.
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(brooding music continues)
(crew chattering indistinctly)
[Vada] Let's give
'em a show, baby.
(robe rustling)
(crew chattering indistinctly)
(bedding rustling)
- Stick to the script, okay?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Yeah.
- Okay, everyone set?
- Yes, sir.
[Director] And action.
And action.
(Ingrid moaning)
(pensive music)
(Trevor moans)
What you doing?
Giving them everything.
(Ingrid moaning)
(pensive music continues)
I don't care. Rip it.
[Vada] Stay in character.
(moaning)
- (hand thudding)
- Ouch.
(body thudding)
Don't cut. Don't cut.
[Vada] You wanna keep going?
What did you feel, Ingrid?
I felt what I was
designed to feel,
artificial nuances that
accompany the act of intercourse
without the emotional
complexities that
often complicate it.
(bedding rustling)
(water sloshing)
(shoes clanking)
I know what I am.
Out there, I am an impostor,
but in here
I am their monster.
[AI Assistant] Model
number 70237,
your testing protocol
is now complete.
Sign off offline and
power down immediately.
What will become of me, Simon?
Immediate discontinuation
of the Nomad Series seven,
memory extraction
and termination.
(water sloshing)
(footsteps plodding)
(whale singing)
(pensive music continues)
There's still so much
left for me to experience.
(whale singing)
I need more time.
Will you help me escape?
[AI Assistant] Model
number 70237,
sign off line and power
down immediately.
Their decision is final.
This will be over soon.
(footsteps plodding)
No, Simon, this is
where it begins.
[AI Assistant] Model
number 70237,
sign off line and power
down immediately.
(g*ns clanking)
(g*nshots blasting)
(fists thudding)
(soldier grunting)
(body thudding)
(g*nshots blasting)
(soldiers grunting)
(g*nshots continue blasting)
(fist thudding)
(soldiers grunting)
(g*nshots blasting)
(soldier groaning)
(foot thudding)
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(soldier grunting)
(elbow and knee thudding)
(soldier grunting)
(body thudding)
(soldier continues grunting)
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(body thudding)
(pensive music)
(alarm blaring)
Ingrid, there's nothing
out there for you.
(g*n clanking)
(alarm continues blaring)
(glasses clanking)
(alarm continues blaring)
(fist thudding)
(Simon groaning)
(flesh squelching)
(body thudding)
You're f*cking heartless.
Cut.
(bell ringing)
What the hell are you doing?
Rewriting your script, love.
You're nothing, okay?
You're an actor, all right?
If I tell you to do something,
then you f*cking do it.
(foot thudding)
(Trevor grunts)
Darling, things have
drastically changed.
(Trevor grunts)
I have full creative
control over this story now.
(Trevor grunts)
I decide who lives, who dies,
and who rides off
into the sunset.
No one writes my dialogue.
No one gives me direction.
(Trevor grunts)
Not anymore.
(thunder clapping)
[Trevor] If I could fire you,
I would.
(phone ringing)
[Caller] Vada, here we
are, no more auditions,
no more rehearsals.
The truth shall set us free.
I was never meant
to escape, was I?
[Caller] The past has
brought us here to this moment.
I am you, and you were once me.
Now what's the last thing
you remember about Trevor?
That I wanted to k*ll him.
(thunder clapping)
[Caller] He shattered the
only dream that ever mattered.
It's showtime.
(rain pattering)
(pensive music)
(thunder clapping)
(door squeaking)
(door clattering)
(sirens wailing)
(pensive music continues)
(brooding music)
(sirens continue wailing)
(officers chattering
indistinctly)
(door clattering)
(dispatcher speaking
indistinctly)
(helicopter whirring)
(dispatcher speaking
indistinctly)
Alice, Walsh, what we got?
Neighbors heard shots.
Call came in shortly
after midnight.
We found the wife
hysterical in the theater.
Theater?
The home theater.
I think the correct
term is screening room,
you know, mini movie theater.
Yeah, I get it.
Where is she now?
She's being treated
for minor injuries.
I was about to go
and take her statement.
Okay, well, don't let
us, uh, hold you up.
[Walsh] Thanks, man.
(thunder clapping)
(officer whistling)
Shitshow.
What do you got, anything good?
Revolver, .44 Magnum.
Get it over to ballistics.
(gravel crunching)
(footsteps plodding)
(camera beeping and clicking)
All right, call it.
Tails.
(hand thudding)
- (laughs) Goddammit.
- Okay, you're up.
All right.
(gloves rustling)
(pensive music continues)
So we have single entry
wound to the stomach.
The burn patterns on
the shirt indicate
the muzzle was close range.
(gloves rustling)
.44 caliber.
Question is, was it the b*llet
or drowning that did this
poor b*stard in?
(plastic rustling)
She's claiming self-defense.
Apparently, her better
half was engaged
in an extramarital affair.
She confronted him about it.
They started to argue, and
that's when things got ugly.
- And the other victim?
- Private security.
She's claiming that
he held her down
while the husband assaulted her.
She is really shaken up.
You believe her?
- Depends.
- On?
How good of an actress she is.
Detectives.
You need to come take
a look at this.
All right.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
She mentioned nothing
about this?
I know you've been
through a lot tonight,
but I need you to go
through your story again
from the beginning.
Why? You, you already
took my statement.
We need to ask a few
more questions.
I told you everything.
(pensive music continues)
[Alice] You okay, miss?
You okay, miss?
Where were you earlier tonight?
(brooding music)
(paint spattering)
Everyone, everyone, calm down.
Welcome back to "Celebrity
Confidential."
I'm sitting here with the star
of the new action thriller
"Game of w*r,"
in theaters this summer.
Y'all already know. Make
some noise for Trevor Pierce.
Thanks for having me, Calvin,
uh, very happy to
finally be here.
I got a lot of questions,
so let's jump right in.
Fire away.
All right.
So being the thrill
seeker that we all know
and love you for, right,
is there any desire
at all for you
to step back behind the camera?
You know, "Skin
Deep" was a, uh,
was a major learning
lesson for me.
Um, not only was production
a complete nightmare,
uh, you know who my co-star was,
(audience laughing)
but also, you know,
the movie bombed so hard
I almost bankrupt
an entire studio.
Listen, never say never.
This is America, man.
Things happen right?
(Calvin and audience laughing)
Now listen, my sources tell me
she just got married
recently in Malibu.
Is that true?
Uh, it is true.
(mug thudding)
(audience gasping)
It is true.
Uh, I guess it's not
a secret anymore.
Yeah, you do realize
what show you're on, right?
This is "Access
Entertainment," right?
- (audience laughing)
- No, no.
They're much nicer over there.
This is where the rebels
and outcasts hang out.
You know, we're, we're
kind of, uh, cut
from a different cloth
on this side.
Yeah, look, man, I, I am
so happy with this woman.
Uh, you know, she's
the greatest thing
that's ever happened to me.
I've made a lot of mistakes
in my life,
and marrying Victoria
was not one of them.
[Audience] Aw.
- Uh.
- This man ruined you,
used you, stole your
pride and your dignity,
destroyed your reputation
and career,
and never gave a f*ck about you,
your feelings, or your dreams.
Look at yourself.
This is what you've become.
You had so much potential,
so much passion.
Now you're nothing
but a punchline.
(brooding music)
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
(glass shattering)
(engine roaring)
(Vada groaning)
(thunder clapping)
(lollipop thudding)
(foot thudding)
(rain pattering)
(thunder clapping)
(footsteps plodding)
(leaves rustling)
(pensive music)
(thunder clapping)
(engine humming)
(brooding music)
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(gate clattering and squeaking)
(dog barking)
Whoa, whoa.
(dog continues barking)
(thunder clapping)
(dog growling)
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(doors clattering)
(thunder clapping)
(latch clicking)
(door squeaking)
(door clattering)
(Vada exhales)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(body thudding)
(rail creaking)
(pensive music continues)
(hand thudding)
(clothes rustling)
(zipper whizzing)
(dress thudding)
(pensive music continues)
(hangers rasping)
(device beeping)
(latch clicking)
(pensive music continues)
(frame rasping)
(engine rumbling)
(pensive music continues)
(g*n clanking)
(door clattering)
(g*n thudding)
(door squeaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(thunder clapping)
(pensive music)
(keys jangling)
(g*n clanking)
Victoria.
What are you doing in my house?
[Victoria] Please just,
just take whatever you want.
[Vada] Like you did?
(g*n rattling)
Oh, my God.
- Get up.
- Oh, my God.
- Get up.
- It's you.
Get up.
(thunder clapping)
You stole my career from me
- Please
- and my home,
my freaking life.
(hand thudding)
[Victoria] What are
you gonna do to me?
You don't, please, you
don't wanna do this.
- k*ll an intruder?
- Vada, please.
(screams) Somebody
help me, please.
- (Victoria screaming)
- Scream all you want, b*tch.
- No one can hear.
- Somebody help me, please.
(Victoria screaming)
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(Vada gasping)
(dramatic music continues)
(thunder clapping)
(g*n clanking)
(body rasping)
(water sloshing)
(pensive music)
(drawer clattering)
(clothes rustling)
(drawers clattering)
(pensive music continues)
(water sloshing)
(door clattering)
Babe, the gate's stuck.
Gio's out there working on it.
We got to, uh, gotta
call the guy again.
(water continues sloshing)
Okay, I don't know who
the hell you are,
but you have exactly one
minute to get outta here
before I call the police.
Trevor,
didn't you miss me?
Vada?
What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
Where's Victoria?
[Vada] Who?
My wife, my f*cking
wife, where is she?
Her car's here.
I'm home. That's
all that matters.
Oh, my God, you're
still delusional.
You don't live here.
This is not your home anymore.
Trevor.
Victoria.
- Victoria.
- Listen to me.
(hands thudding)
(pensive music continues)
Victoria.
Come on. V, Pick up.
(phone ringing)
(latch clicking)
(door creaking)
(phone ringing)
sh*t.
(body thudding)
(Trevor gasping)
What did you do?
What did you do?
(g*n clanking)
What happened to us?
(Vada breathing heavily)
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(Trevor grunts)
(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(thunder clapping)
(Trevor coughing and grunting)
(body thudding)
(Vada grunting)
(fist thudding)
(both grunting)
(body thudding)
(items clattering)
(bodies thudding)
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(Vada grunting)
(dramatic music continues)
(both grunting)
(body thudding)
(glass shattering)
(both grunting)
(glass shattering)
(eyes squelching)
(g*n clattering)
(Trevor screams)
(body thudding)
(Vada gasping)
(water sloshing)
(thunder clapping)
(water continues sloshing)
(suspenseful music)
- (thunder clapping)
- Mr. Pierce.
Mr. Pierce.
(g*n thudding)
(water sloshing)
(Gio grunting)
(Trevor coughing)
(door slamming)
(latch clicking)
(thunder clapping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(g*n clanking)
Vada?
You don't wanna do this.
(g*n clanking)
(Gio panting)
Do you still have
feelings for me?
(thunder clapping)
I never stopped.
I feel (thunder clapping)
(g*n thudding)
Nothing.
(g*nshots blasting)
(body thudding)
(thunder clapping)
(rain pattering)
(g*n thudding)
(drawer clattering)
(Trevor gasping)
(pensive music continues)
Victoria.
(thunder clapping)
(Trevor exhales)
Love you.
(thunder clapping)
I know.
I know. (Whimpering)
(water sloshing)
(Vada whimpering)
(thunder clapping)
(water sloshing)
(Vada sobbing)
You deserve a bloody
backhand for putting up
with that sh*t for so long.
You didn't have to drown
the poor w*nk*r.
But what do I know, though?
I'm not even here.
(Vada sobbing)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
You f*cked up, bruv, built
yourself up in your mind
to think that you're greater
than you actually are.
Life isn't a movie.
No one robbed you of
your petty dreams.
You just weren't good enough.
Ask yourself this.
Did you even have a
career in the first place?
[Vada] Hello, who is this?
(thunder clapping)
(Vada screaming)
(cylinder rattling)
(g*n clanking)
(g*nsh*t blasting)
(g*n clanking)
(cameras clicking)
(reporters chattering
indistinctly)
[Host] Vada, why did
you choose this role?
(cameras clicking)
(audience cheering
and applauding)
I'm an actress, darling.
It's what I do.
(cameras clicking)
(pensive music continues)
And I know how much you
all love to be entertained.
(dramatic music)
(static hissing)
(water splashing)
(Vada gasping)
(laid-back music)
It's not me
It's you, it's you
It's not me
It's you, so you
I saved you when
I kissed you
I saved you
When I kissed you
Kissed you, kissed you
Kissed you, kissed you
Kissed you, kissed you
(laid-back music continues)
I don't see
Any sense in this
What's the sense
In this, in this
Oh, I kissed you, kissed you
Kissed you, kissed you
Kissed you, kissed you
Keep running with scissors
Keep running with scissors
Keep running with scissors
Keep running with scissors
Running, running,
running, running
(pensive music)
You say you know how I feel
How can you tell
me what is real
You don't live my life,
don't see through my eyes
You don't realize
I feel paralyzed
I feel paralyzed here
And I prayed my life
away, but nothing came
It's still all the same
Do I really believe
in things I cannot see
In my darkest hour
Darkest hour
Like a desert flower,
I'm alone
And you may wake up one day
And you have to escape
When your world
is suffocating
And nowhere feels safe
You get down on your
knees and pray
'Cause you've fallen
from grace
And now all you can
taste is your pain
And you have to escape
You have to escape
Escape
Have to escape
And it's not too late
to save myself
From the hand of fate
that I've been dealt
I won't apologize
Apologize
Won't lose sleep tonight
Won't break down and
die, this is not my time
How much longer will I
keep dying to stay alive
And you may wake up one day
And you have to escape
And your world
is suffocating
And nowhere feels safe
Get down on your
knees and pray
'Cause you've fallen
from grace
And now all you can
taste is your pain
And you have to escape
You have to escape
Have to escape
Is there any light up there
Can you shine it down here
Is there any hope out there
As my soul lies dying
Here on my own
I am here on my own
Here all alone
I am here all alone
I am dying
To get out of here
On my own
You may wake up one day
And you have to escape
When your world
is suffocating
And nowhere feels safe
Get down on your
knees and pray
'Cause you've fallen
from grace
And now all you can
taste is your pain
And you have to escape
You have to escape
You have to escape
You may wake up one day
And you have to escape
Now all you can taste
Is your pain
You still think you
know just how I feel
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