The Last Laugh (2020) - full transcript

I'm Myles Parks.

Thanks for coming out tonight.

I'll start by telling you
a little about myself.

I'm in my mid-30s,

and I'm single.

So that's cool, I guess.

It's like the killer
combo right there.

When you say that to people,

they give you that sad look

like, oh, really?

Like I'm an immigrant from Haiti



who lost his home
in an earthquake.

Same look.

But I'm fine, I'm okay with it,

because my career is soaring.

Settle up.

You in a hurry?

Got a place to be.

Another gig?

We agreed on 50.

You had a drink.

A whiskey coke is $20?

Plus fees.

You didn't exactly
bring in a crowd.

You make me money,
I'll make you money.



You're a walking cliche, Jack.

Nelson Fritch,
I'm a talent agent.

You look like a man in
need of representation.

I've already come
this far on my own.

Sorry I missed the gig.

How'd it go?

About how you'd expect.

Did Jack try to stiff you?

Want me to talk to him?

$20 isn't gonna
help me make rent.

Nelson, you drinking?

I'll have
a lite beer, please.

Four dollars.

Put it
on my tab, asshole.

He's gonna take that
out of my pay next time.

Hey, there won't
be a next time.

Look, I know the gig
tomorrow night is a big deal.

- Huge.
- High profile,

- something or other.
- The biggest of your career.

But it's still just one gig.

Maybe.

I'm working on something.

I don't really wanna say
too much about it right now.

It's big.

Myles, come prepared tomorrow.

It's the Pantages Theater.

I have pulled every
single possible string

to make this happen, and, now,

it's all riding
on you to deliver.

It's exciting, right?

Cut it out, Nelson.

I'm just trying to keep
these expectations in check.

See you
tomorrow, buddy.

Myles, come back soon

and do another set, all right?

Go fuck yourself, Jack.

You're
still here, Lawrence?

Yeah, I was just
finishing up, Miss Gotti.

You know to call me Donna.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

We have a show to get ready for.

Yeah.

Oh, and, Lawrence,
don't forget

to turn on the ghost light.

We wouldn't wanna invite
in any unwanted guests.

Hello?

Miss Gotti?

All right, well, it's time
to go, I'm locking up.

What the fuck is that?

Shit!

Shit, shit.

All right, fuck you!

I'm setting the
alarm and locking up.

The cops will deal with
you when they show up.

The best music.

I'm Jay Barilla,
and I'll be bringing

you more underground music
at the top of the hour.

I'll also be
announcing the winner

of the two free tickets
to the Reggie Ray show

we've been hawking this week,

and, let me tell
you, there has been

no shortage of callers trying
to get at these tickets.

Let's hope Reggie Ray can
regain some of his former glory.

Either way, it'll
be a packed house,

and two lucky
listeners will be there

to report back to us later.

This.

Hey, can I help you out.

If you're here for the show,

you're gonna have
to come back later.

Oh, no, I'm
Myles, Myles Parks.

The opening act, my
name's all over the flyer.

Myles, sorry about
that, nice to meet you.

I'm the stage manager Andy.

Let me show you around.

So we've got a couple of hours

before we start
letting people in.

Relax, get ready.

I was hoping I could
feel the stage out a little

after I've settled in.

Yeah, whatever you need.

Hey, Bryce, where's Lawrence?

It's not my turn to watch him.

I haven't seen him, either.

Okay.

Hey, Bethany, where's Lawrence?

I haven't seen him.

Let me know if you find him.

The ghost light tipped over
last night and shattered.

What's the ghost light?

Oh, it's just an
old superstition.

Theaters are filthy with them.

It's not a superstition
if it's true.

Performer?

Opening act.

No pressure, right?

I hope you're funny.

I think I'm hilarious.

So far, you're not doing
much for my confidence.

Too bad, you're
really helping mine.

Hey, we should get moving.

I've got a lot of things
to do before showtime, so.

Good luck tonight.

This way, try to keep up.

Your room should be right here.

I'll be around.

So if you need anything,
just let me know.

- Thanks.
- Just doing my job.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Here at last.

Jesus, Nelson,
let yourself in.

I did.

I'm here to save the day.

My knight in shining armor.

You need anything right now?

Besides the gift
basket, my privacy.

You're gonna have all the
privacy you can handle tomorrow.

How you feeling?

Not getting the
jitters on me, are you?

When I woke up this morning,

I swear I smelled
coffee in the house.

You don't drink coffee.

Mia did.

It makes sense.

Tonight is a big night,

and it's gonna bring up a
lot of thoughts and feelings

that you've already
worked through.

Thanks, doc, what am I
paying my therapist for?

Hey, I've been in the
business a long time, okay?

I've seen it.

I think I just need my pills.

I left them somewhere, but
I can't remember where.

It's not the
pills, it's nerves.

Maybe, I sure
would feel better

if I had my pills, though.

Where the hell
did you find them?

At the
bar last night.

It was weird, I went
to the bathroom,

I came back, you were gone,

and the pills were
sitting right there.

When were you
going to tell me?

I was thinking,
maybe, you could

hold off on taking
the pills tonight.

Are you being
serious right now?

Myles, tonight is a big night.

You've said
it for the 6000th time.

I need you to be sharp.

I'm not taking bath
salts, it's medication.

You know what
I'm talking about.

Thanks for the advice.

All I'm asking is that
you think about it, okay?

It's nerves, that's
it, I promise.

I'll think about it.

I wanna start by telling
you something about me.

I am a registered sex offender.

Maybe not the best
place to start.

I'm just kidding!

I'm not registered.

Honestly, I think sex offenders

are the worst kinds of people.

Well, them and door-to-door
Bible salesmen.

Actually, I think door-to-door
Bible salesmen are way worse.

Maybe that's just me.

No, at least sex
offenders aren't trying

to cram something down my throat

every Sunday
morning at eight am.

No, my uncle visits
on Saturdays.

Starting with the
sex offender routine.

Not a good idea?

Doesn't seem to suit
you, not very endearing.

But I'm not a comedian.

Who are you then?

Donna Gotti.

I'm the theater director.

I'm Myles.

- I know.
- Right.

Well, it's a
pleasure to meet you.

Thanks for hosting the show.

I'm excited to be here.

Don't thank me.

I'd be doing Moliere if I could,

but the way people attend
theater these days,

it was necessary to diversify.

Not a fan of comedy?

Moliere was a comedic
writer, Mr. Parks.

You should read him sometime.

You might enjoy yourself.

I wish you the best tonight.

I get it, you're
busy or whatever,

but I need information, so,

if you know anything,
just tell me now.

I don't know anything.

You kids telling secrets?

Hey, did you go
in the basement?

Didn't even know
there was a basement.

I told you.

Check yourself, girlfriend.

We haven't asked everyone yet.

Something go missing?

Somebody broke the
lock on the door.

First, the ghost light,
then the basement door.

You think there's a connection?

Connection?

Yeah, the ghost light
keeps the ghosts away,

but somebody shattered it,

so now the ghost is here.

Ah, it makes sense when you
say it all out loud like that.

No, the ghost light
is there to keep

you from falling into
the orchestra pit

and breaking your stupid neck.

Then why is it
called a ghost light?

I'm pretty sure it's because
break your stupid neck light

doesn't exactly
roll off the tongue.

I kinda like it.

You're just
being a spoilsport.

No, I'm trying
to figure out who

broke the lock on
the effing door.

This is a real thing
that really happened.

You can't just break
stuff around here.

This place barely makes
enough money as it is.

He's just trying to take
your mind off our ghost

so that you can do your show.

Wait, you
actually have a ghost?

- Yeah.
- No.

No, we do not have a ghost.

This theater has a
twisted history, man.

She's a tragedy nut, King
Lear's her favorite play.

Gets me every time.

Well, I'll pretend
that makes sense to me.

Good luck finding that ghost.

You know about the story
of what happened here?

It's brutal and it's awesome.

And it's not real.

Shut up, Andy!

You don't know that.

It was probably Bryce that
broke the lock, anyway.

I'm good, actually.

I have a show to get ready for.

Do you actually
think it was Bryce?

Hey!

Yo, Myles.

Reggie Ray.

The one and only.

Oh, I'm a big fan.

Kind words, man.

Come on in, I thought
we should get together

and have a chat about how
our big show's gonna go.

Sure.

So which one of my movies
sold you on my comic genius?

Kid's Quest?

Tiny Ninjas?

I think it was
Time Leapers III.

My nephews almost
disowned me for that one.

Part four wasn't bad, though.

I'll take your word for it.

So, listen, I had a chance
to ask around about you.

People say you're funny.

You talked to my mother.

Look at that line.

Good stuff, Myles.

I'd drop the "mother,"
though, too formal.

"Mom" is shorter and funnier.

Brevity, Myles.

I'll try to keep that in mind.

Hey, you wanna take
advantage of the spread?

They got some good stuff here.

I never eat before a show.

Listen, let's
cut to the chase.

Whose name is out
there on the flyer?

Both of ours.

Really?

Yeah.

Yours is on top in
the big letters,

and mine is down below
in tiny little letters.

I must've missed that.

But my point's the same.

Whose name is on top in
the big, bold letters?

Oh, that's your name.

Your name is on top in
the big letters and...

Whose name is at the bottom
in the tiny, little letters?

That's my name.

Exactly.

See, I've been doing
these comedy shows

longer than I've been
doing these kids' movies,

and these people are
here to see my comeback.

Naturally.

But the opening act, I
mean, it's important, too.

You get to warm up the crowd.

Everybody's psyched
up for the big show.

But don't overstep.

Know your place.

It's not easy to do,
it takes a finesse.

When looking at you, I know

you're a man who
knows his place.

Thanks for the advice.

Any time.

I like to think of
myself as a mentor.

See, this business,
it's got rules,

and I just wanted to make
sure that we got together

and shared the same vision about

how it's gonna go down tonight.

Can you please excuse me now?

I really gotta get
ready for my set.

Preparation is key.

Break a leg, Myles.

Hi, everyone, I'm Myles Parks.

Reggie Ray can go fuck himself.

Ooh, whoa,
what's up with you?

Pressure's really
getting to you, huh?

No.

Dude, what's up?

There's a dead body
in my dressing room.

No shit?

Why would I joke about
something like that?

I don't know, 'cause
you're a comedian

and that's your job?

Like I'm on the
clock right now?

Don't get upset.

I dig it, it's my kind of humor.

But if you think I'm
really that gullible,

you and Andy can
go fuck yourselves.

Nice try, though.

Nelson,
we need to talk.

Okay.

Sorry, he's a little bit...

It's cool, I work
in the theater.

Everybody's got a crazy process.

Nelson, you're not
gonna believe this.

No, you're not
gonna believe this.

No, listen, this is serious!

Can it.

Remember last night,
I was telling you

I was working on something big?

- Yeah, I don't know.
- Well, it came through.

What are we talking about?

Guess who's coming
to the show tonight?

Isabella Hooper.

Who's Isabella Hooper?

She's the booking
agent for the Daily Dish.

The Daily Dish?

Every successful
comic in the last decade

got their start
on the Daily Dish.

Once you're in, you're in.

Come here.

Look at those people.

If you impress those
people tonight,

your days of worrying
about rent are over.

Isabella Hooper, huh?

True, my vision, my tenacity,

it's partly responsible.

But she's here for you.

I'll show you.

I sent her this.

Remember that?

Portland, '15.

That was right before...

Stop it.

Before, before.

It's before the medication.

Myles, that's the Myles we need.

That's the one that got
Isabella's attention.

And that's why I'm asking you

to hold off on taking
the pills, for one night.

For this.

You got one shot,

and, if it doesn't
land, there's no way

I'm getting Isabella
back for a second look.

This is it, you understand?

All right, good.

Can I make a suggestion?

Ditch the jacket.

It looks like it's
seen better days,

and maybe those weren't
too good, either.

- See you.
- Yeah.

I'll figure something out.

Hey.

Nelson said you wanted
to know about wardrobe?

It's in the hallway on the
other side of the theater,

right before you get
to the prop room.

Right, thanks.

Just doing my job.

Hello?

Hey.

Are you the wardrobe guy?

It's for a show next month.

Not working?

Is the character a '70s pimp?

Whatever, yeah, I
am the wardrobe guy.

I was
told I should maybe

get a new jacket from you.

That's good advice.

A nice-fitting jacket
goes a long way.

Come on over, I'll measure you.

You nervous?

Why?

Because you're
sweating like two rats

humping in a wool sock.

Oh, yeah, I guess I am.

I'll have to take one of
our jackets in to fit you.

Come back in a bit, and
I'll have you set up.

I appreciate it.

There's a bathroom
down the hallway.

It's not much, but you can
take a whore's bath there.

Excuse me?

You know,
freshen up in the sink.

Thanks.

See you soon.

What have you been doing?

Just a little manual labor.

Helps me loosen up
before big shows.

Manual labor?

I was actually hoping to
find some place to freshen up.

Some place that's not
a public restroom.

I can help you with that.

Follow me.

Nice.

It's my private bathroom.

You're welcome to use it.

Your door's broken.

I never bothered fixing
it, is that a problem?

No, it's cool.

It's totally all cool.

Myles?

Is somebody in here?

Boo!

What the fuck?

Man!

You're just here to see
me with my shirt off.

No, you're not really my type.

Oh, because I'm a man?

Hardy har, your lesbian
joke is so antiquated.

It's actually kinda cute,

like a racist
grandpa or something.

You just called me cute.

- I heard it.
- Whatever.

Donna wants to talk to you.

She's up in her office.

Thanks, I'll try not to
remember that you called me cute.

For the record, when I
said you're not my type,

I meant old.

Ouch, I'm only 30.

Yeah, exactly.

I'll let you get back to
wrestling with your mortality.

Excuse me.

What's up, man?

Nothing.

What's up with you?

Yeah, I was just
waiting for Donna.

I had a few questions about,

look, do you need...

She was just right here.

I guess I'll get
out of your hair

and let you finish up
whatever is going on here, so.

Andy, sit down.

Myles, can I help
you with something?

I need a towel.

There's one in there.

Oh.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm Nelson, I manage
tonight's opening act.

Hey, man, that's awesome.

Really, congratulations.

Can you close the
door behind you?

I was told to talk
to Bryce about music cues.

I'm Bryce,
I do the music cues.

Who told you to come talk to me?

Andy, the stage manager.

Yeah, I know who Andy is.

I work here, okay?

Fucking Andy.

Said he tried
to call you on the radio.

Oh, this piece of shit?

Is there a problem?

No, everything
is swell, Nelson.

So, do you have any
specific sound cues in mind

you want played for your talent?

No, just whatever
you think's best.

Just whatever I think is best?

Yeah, you're the sound guy.

First of all, I'm not
the sound guy, Nelson.

I'm the deputy
fucking stage manager.

I run the whole show
running through my hands.

It's a lot of responsibility,

and I take it very,
very seriously.

Thirdly, you come
all the way up here

just to tell me
that you don't have

any specific sound cues in mind?

What's the second thing?

Excuse me?

You said, "first of
all," and "thirdly,"

but you forgot the second thing.

It was the thing
about the, uh,

clearly you weren't
paying attention,

which is my point.

Stop wasting my time, and
let me get back to work.

Okay.

You know, I was told to come by

and check in with
you, regardless, so.

Oh, I'll be talking with Andy
about this, don't you worry.

I won't.

I feel very confident knowing
the show is in your hands.

Thanks.

Really needed that.

Would you like a drink?

Sure, why not?

What are you working on?

It's a
play I'm writing.

You write?

That's great.

Is it a comedy like,
Moliere, was it?

Good memory.

Not exactly, no.

What's it about?

It's called Contrapasso.

Contrapasso?

It's from Dante's Inferno.

It refers to the relationship
between one's sins

and their corresponding
punishment in hell.

The punishment
must fit the crime.

That's basically it, yes.

Is the story personal?

We all have crimes we
want to atone for, don't we?

Hey, have you seen
or heard anything

weird around here?

Such as?

Well, I heard this
theater has some history.

Tragic history.

All theaters have
history, Myles.

Perhaps you should focus
on your show tonight.

Doors will open in 45 minutes.

Try to stay out
of trouble, okay?

Jared?

Is the jacket ready?

Jared?

Hey.

Hey there.

Where's Jared?

He wasn't in here
when I showed up.

He said he'd have a jacket
for me for the show tonight.

When did he say that?

Earlier.

No!

I mean, he's not in there.

I was just using that to change.

I told him to go talk to Donna

and he never showed up.

I'm sure he'll
follow up with her eventually.

What's this?

It's mine.

What is it?

Medication.

Medication, seriously?

Yes, seriously.

What do you have?

You said this place
had some tragic history.

Yeah?

I wanna know more.

Okay.

Let me take care
of something first.

Meet me in the basement.

I like what
you've done with the place.

This is supposed to
be where it all began.

Where what began?

In the early days, the
theater employed company actors.

The main actor and actress
had been together for years.

They even had a child.

And people would come from
all around to see them

because they were so
magnetic and wonderful,

but that came with a price.

One of the theater
patrons, a widow,

immensely wealthy, fell
in love with the actor.

So is she the ghost?

The widow, no.

The actress is
the ghost, then.

Maybe, shut up and listen.

The actor decided to marry
this widow for her money,

and he wanted his
girlfriend, the actress,

to be his mistress,
and he would care

for her and the
kids financially.

That's pretty
generous, actually.

The actress didn't
see it that way.

She felt betrayed,
she wanted revenge.

So...

She killed the
kid and sent the body

up on the stage during
the performance.

Dude, you ruined it!

Yeah, this horrific story
is totally ruined now.

Yeah, sorry to gave
away the ending, guys.

I was setting it up
so beautifully, too.

So who is this ghost, the kid?

Oh come on, it's all BS.

Look, haven't you ever noticed

it sounds an awful
lot like Medea?

Like Medea's Family Reunion?

Dude, it's a
fucking Greek tragedy.

I thought it was
a guy making jokes,

dressed up like
somebody's grandma.

- I should watch those movies.
- No, oh my God.

You can at least admit,
there's an uncanny resemblance.

Life imitates art.

I think you've
got that backwards.

Okay, so in this supposedly
fake, maybe true, story,

what happens next?

Well, that's the best part.

The actor was in the
middle of his performance,

and when he saw the
body, he just snapped.

He started laughing, and
he never stopped.

Not ever?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they
evacuated the theater,

and the actress accidentally
locked herself down here.

So who is the goddamn ghost?

It's the actress, obviously.

Tots obs, guys.

Also obvious why a ghost
would hurt a human.

It's like you've never
read a book or seen a movie.

It's kind of sad.

Okay, aren't
ghosts non-corporeal?

Oh, so you're a
ghost hunter now?

Did I miss your two am
show on basic cable?

There are different
kinds of ghosts.

Don't take it personally.

She's always like this.

Different kinds of ghosts?

Yeah, like
poltergeists or phantoms.

Of the opera?

You guys are stupid.

All I'm saying is that
unexplained deaths

have happened in this theater,

and, when they've happened,

they've blamed it
on Laughing Linda.

Laughing Linda?

That's a horrible name.

I didn't name her.

Why is she Laughing Linda?

Wasn't he the one who
didn't stop laughing?

Shouldn't he be Laughing Larry?

His name was Clifton.

I think you're
missing the point.

Actually, I think you're
both missing the point.

This story is stupid, Bethany.

Yeah, Bethany.

You're the one who
asked to hear it.

Don't worry about her, she
loves this kind of stuff.

She would kill for
something horrible to happen

while she was here.

Come on, I gotta lock the door.

Shit!

Fuck!

Ants!

Andy, do you copy?

Andy, something
spilled on the mixer.

Cocksucker!

- Donna's?
- It could've been.

Are you ignoring me?

No.

Where is everybody?

Everybody who?

Everybody!

Okay, Bryce, you know it's
a skeleton crew tonight.

We're not putting on King Lear.

Did you try your radio?

Dude, I've been telling
you, my radio's broken,

and it's not like
anyone else around here

uses their radio.

He's right, half
the time I end

up yelling into my headset at
someone who's not even there.

I look like a total douche bag.

And that, dear Andy,
is why I don't use mine.

You're lucky you
barely volunteer.

Yeah, I'm real lucky.

Hello!

Can I help
you with something?

I might have...

Do we have any backup
mixers somewhere?

Why?

Well, do we?

Yeah, probably.

The basement?

Hey, heads up, new
lock on the door.

Have fun, don't let
Laughing Linda get you.

He believes in it,
too, you know he does.

Fuck, goddamn it.

Hello!

I'm down here!

Andy, quit fucking around.

What the fuck?

Some sort of Laughing
Linda bullshit, Bethany?

It's a good prank,
but cut it out.

Isabella.

Miss Hooper.

Hi, Miss Hooper, I'm Nelson
Fritch, I'm Myles' agent.

Yes, I know, I remember.

Thank you so much for
coming to the show tonight.

He is really excited
to have you here.

I really appreciate it.

Can I meet him
before the show?

I'd like to wish him luck.

Sure, absolutely, follow me.

Bryce.

They're gonna come and find you.

Right after the show,
the cops will get

an anonymous call, they're
gonna come and get you,

you son of a bitch!

Not now!

Hey, Myles, this
is Isabella Hooper.

Pleased to meet
you, Mr. Parks.

You seem to have gotten
something on your shirt.

Oh, well, just
trying my best here.

What?

You're just not
what I expected.

Well, some performers
just have a crazy process.

So true, so true.

Crazy process.

Well, good luck tonight, Myles.

I guess we'll see
if this pans out.

Myles.

Hi, Donna.

Everything okay?

It's nothing.

It's almost showtime for you.

Whatever it is,
you can tell me.

The ownership is
selling the theater.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I really shouldn't
be surprised.

They never appreciated
this place, not like I did.

This theater is everything
that I have always wanted.

Maybe the new owners
will keep you on.

Oh, Myles, they're
gonna tear it down.

It's probably gonna be a
condominium or parking lot.

That's terrible, I'm sorry.

You know, I shouldn't
burden you with this.

It's extremely unprofessional.

Is there something
I can help you with?

I got a stain on my shirt.

Oh, what?

This?

I wish I could help.

You're very sweet.

I'm sorry I was
condescending earlier.

I think I was worried that
this show would be the last,

and I took it out on you.

I hope this show helps
you find success.

You deserve it.

You're a good man, Myles.

You deserve everything I
am sure is coming to you.

I hope not.

WTF, Bryce,
where are you?

Hey, have you seen Bryce?

No, not since
he barged through

the hallway in a hissy fit.

He's not answering his radio.

We need music out
there, and I don't think

anybody's manning
the control booth.

Well, I can't man
the control booth,

but I can woman it.

Even better,
thank you so much.

- Seriously.
- Yep.

Hey, it's gonna be fine.

We got this.

We're not putting
on King Lear, right?

Yeah, thanks, Bethany.

Hey, you know that I've
always dug you, right?

Dug, did you just say
that you've always dug me?

I don't know, it
just kinda slipped out.

- Sorry if I...
- Hey, it's okay.

I already know.

Would you want to
go out for drinks

after this, maybe?

I don't drink.

Oh, okay, yeah.

But we can get high
in my car if you want.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay.

- Okay, cool.
- Cool.

I'll see you after the show.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Yeah.

Did I see
what I think I saw?

Is that a tongue twister?

What?

You know, to help you
prepare, loosen up the tongue.

I always say, I'm
not the fig plucker,

nor the fig plucker's
son, but I'll pluck figs

til the fig plucker comes.

See, it's funny 'cause you
end up saying "pig fucker."

Cut the shit.

I saw Isabella Hooper
with your agent.

How'd you get her here, huh?

She's here to see you?

She's here to give me
a spot on the Daily Dish.

Oh yeah?

And when I upstage you,
how's that gonna play out?

Well, she's here looking
for stand-up comedians,

so I'm not all that worried.

I am a comedian!

No, you were a comedian until

you sold out to make a bunch

of shitty, big
budget, family movies

that are painfully unfunny.

Meanwhile, you cash big
ass checks with sums

that you think somehow
correlate to your talent

and can't figure out
why everyone else

thinks you're washed
up and depressing.

Well, good luck on
your victory tour.

The audience might
be disappointed,

but maybe you can
convince yourself,

with one last check,
that you've still got it.

You're a piece of shit.

There is such a thing as
comedy karma, you know.

Clearly, you would know.

Fuck you, Myles!

Fuck you!

Donna?

Hello.

We are ready to go out there.

Donna?

Hey, look, Donna, I'm
sorry to disturb you,

but I think we're about ready
to get started out there.

Ew.

Bethany here.

I found Bryce's headset.

Queuing music now.

Shit.

Bryce.

Hey, moron.

My work here is done,

Handy Andy.

Nelson, listen...

I don't wanna talk to
you right now, Myles.

Excuse me?

You're acting
crazy with Isabella.

I don't need this.

Isn't this how you
wanted me, more edgy?

I'm funnier when I'm
an asshole, right?

You're not just
being an asshole.

I don't know what this is.

I've never seen you
like this before.

What's going on?

So now you wanna listen to me?

Don't you wanna tell me
how it's just my nerves?

Fuck you, okay?

I'm doing everything I can here

to set you up for success.

You're talented, I
think you're talented.

I just want them to know, too.

So it's all for me, right,
you get nothing out of this?

What
is wrong with you?

You know what, I
took my pills, Nelson.

I took them.

They didn't help.

But at least you don't
have to worry about me.

I'm still an asshole...

I gave you sugar pills!

I switched them out.

I took the bottle.

I thought, if you
didn't take them

for a few hours,
it'd be no big deal.

Okay, you wanna know
what's really going on?

You think you can handle it?

I'm willing to do whatever
it takes for our big night.

Are you?

It was here.

No, it wasn't, Myles.

You don't understand.

I might, try me.

I know you think this is
about Mia, but it's not.

Let's not talk about
that right now, okay?

You're going on in 15 minutes.

Well, I'll try my best.

I was trying to help you.

You understand that, right?

Look, whatever shit you've
done, I've done way worse.

I could use a drink.

Talk to Donna.

I'm sure she'd be
happy to share.

All right.

I think we both could use one.

I'm good, you go ahead.

All right, I'll see
you after the show.

Good luck, Myles.

Hello?

Donna?

Myles,
Myles, who did this, Myles?

Myles.

Oh my God.

Fuck you.

No!

I'm serious, Myles, you
better not fuck this up!

I'm the headliner!

Oh, my fucking career's over.

You killed her.

You killed her.

Who are you?

That's funny.

The best music.

Hey, radio
lovers, Jay Barilla here.

Man, the story
breaking this morning

about the tragedy at
the Reggie Ray show.

Can you believe this?

Last night, around the
time the show was starting,

the curtains parted to
reveal the opening act,

Myles Parks, murdered
on the stage.

By the way, had anybody heard

of this Myles Parks guy before?

I hadn't, so I looked him up,

and he has, had, real talent.

Ever since the news
of his murder broke,

this video on YouTube
of a performance of his

at a Portland nightclub in
2015 has been blowing up.

This guy is, was,
really, really funny.

His video is, let me see here,

wow, it's up to two
million views and climbing.

If you get a chance to check
it out, don't hesitate.

This is one of the funniest sets

I've seen in a long time.

It's funnier than
anything Reggie Ray

has done in decades, I
can tell you that much.

Anyway, the official
word is that there

may be more victims in
last night's tragedy,

but the police are
keeping a tight lid

on the story at the moment.

Okay, back to some music.

This next song is
called Short Night

by the band Glass Dolls.

Stay safe out there, folks.

There might be a
killer on the loose.