Untitled Hollywood Hills Project (2017) - full transcript
I'm pretty sure
it was Nostradamus who said
the most massive
stars in the universe
have the shortest lives.
Just look at the "27 Club".
A bunch of famous people
with shitloads of money,
leads to boredom,
leads to temptation,
leads to shitty decisions,
leads to total self-destruction.
You're not a slave to need
or to God, fuck
else is there to do?
Become a slave to
something else.
If you know what owns you
and you and you ignore it,
life's pretty crappy.
But if you know what
owns you and you let it,
then life's fucking awesome.
Especially in Hollywood.
Freeze over
in the winter, either.
Swimming is one of Hollywood's
main forms of exer...
So yesterday, right,
I buy this pack of
natural chewing gum
and the packaging has these
big bright letters on it
that say "Bright Green".
And all I could think
of was bright green.
Like the words were
just forced upon me
like I have no other choice
but to fall to
the mercy of them.
And I realized, that's how
my script needs to read.
Bright fucking green!
Evan, you're an actor.
You're not a writer.
What?
We're letting you go.
Wait.
What, why?
Is it because I
wouldn't cut my hair?
Because if it's 'cause
I wouldn't cut my hair,
I could cut my hair if
that's what you prefer.
Listen, your projects
aren't going to happen.
You're not the leading man
that we thought you were.
I don't understand,
what did I do?
Every audition
you've gone in on,
you fucked up.
Your feedback has been terrible.
Because I've been
writing the script,
I've been finishing the script.
We represent you as an actor,
not as a screenwriter.
Well maybe you could
represent me as both
because, I was literally
just about to send it to you.
Is it finished?
Um yeah, it's closed
to being finished.
It's almost finished.
Goodbye, Evan.
Wait, look, I
just got to Raffy's.
We're making final
touches today.
Look, it's just the business.
Nothing personal.
Please don't do this.
This is all I have.
I'm sorry.
But I'd be co-starring
opposite Raffy Rivers.
His name could get it made.
We could shoot it this year.
You send me a completed script
with the Raffy Rivers
actually committed,
and maybe I will think about it.
Okay.
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You won't regret it.
I will have the script
to you tomorrow morning.
Uh huh.
Goodbye, Evan.
138, 139, 140, 150, 160.
How does that feel?
Can you feel your own mortality?
How does that feel, dumbfuck?
Piece of a, piece of a,
how does that feel,
you piece of a fuck?
Can you taste your
own mortality?
Evian, mazel tov,
what's popping, baby?
Hey man, how was it?
Man you know, just happy
to be back to be honest.
Well that ding dong
chime thing's new, huh?
Fucking stalkers, had to, man.
Yeah fuck, what was
her calling card again?
You looked good today?
You smell good today.
That's some weird shit, man.
Yo my therapist said,
all it is is just bad people
looking for attention.
So fuck 'em.
Do you think
whoever it is sees it
like Romeo and Juliet?
Like some weird
fucked up love story?
Yo, Leo was good in that shit.
But I don't know about
the Romeo and Juliet shit.
But I'm used to strangers
falling in love with me.
It's the weird
fucking letters that,
Yeah.
I can't get with it.
What's up with your eyes, man?
You've been crying?
You've been bitching
up on me, hmm?
No, no.
I put eye drops in.
Oh, you've been
getting high without me.
You motherfucker.
No, I came from the gym.
I had dry eyes.
Ooh, speaking of the gym.
Today is a juice day.
Juice day, but it's Halloween.
Fuck Halloween.
Man, all the refined
sugar and shit.
Give you man titties,
you don't want that.
Woo, I see you.
Don't even worry about it.
There's no nuts in
that, you'll be fine.
There's chlorophyll in this shit
supposed to get rid
of all the mercury.
You know, I shit Sashimi,
so this perfect for me.
Well in Fukusheema too.
Mmm, fuck all the Shimis.
Bottoms up.
Bottoms up.
Why would you do this to me!?
I loved you!
I fucking loved you
and you fucked with me.
I didn't fuck with you.
It's all in your head.
It's not real.
Of course it's real!
Every little thing
you do is real
and it has a consequence!
You can't manipulate the wo...
You can't manipulate the world.
Commit!
Fucking commit!
Ahh, no, I can't.
It doesn't feel real.
How real you need, it felt good.
No, it feels fake.
Can you turn that off?
Sora, next track.
It's our second
act turning point.
I mean everything in
our character's life
is supposed to fall apart here.
We're being too conservative.
It should feel
impossible that he'll
ever piece his life
back together again.
Shit, you always do this shit.
Do what?
Right when we're
on to something cool,
you perfect the shit out of it
till it's not cool anymore.
You wipe it till it bleeds.
Yeah I just want
it to be perfect.
I want it to be
Black Swan perfect.
Uh, no.
I'm focusing.
See, that's your
problem right there.
All this umming and ahhing shit.
That's what makes you week.
Hey how the fuck you want
me to commit to your script
when you won't even
commit to finishing
the fucking thing?
You got to commit to
your choices, Evan.
Be impulsive,
that's what men do.
No matter who you are
or who you're playing,
make a defined fucking choice.
Shit.
Throw a hammer at your problems.
I commit to my choices.
Yeah right.
Then why have we been
going back and forth
for two years on this script?
It's because I haven't
gotten it right yet.
It's not right yet.
What happened to
"Bro, help me out.
"You know, it'll be quick, nice
little creative adventure."
Creative exploration
is what I actually...
Man we could have finished
this shit months ago.
We don't even have a title!
Untitled Hollywood
Hills Project.
That's a shit title.
This is your first
writing project.
Get your shit together!
Okay.
All right, I'm gonna
get some of this weed.
All right, let's do this.
Come on, hit that shit.
Take a big hit, commit!
There it is.
So our hero needs
to be more of a man.
Animalistic but fearful.
That's what I'm talking about.
So what's he gonna do?
He gonna stay, gonna fight?
Gonna do nothing?
Well my family's never
been eaten by zombies.
My world isn't closing in on me.
I mean when was the last
time you were truly afraid?
Like to the core?
Last night, my Uber
driver ran a red light.
What did you do?
I gave that motherfucker
a two star rating!
If we've never felt true fear,
true animalistic fear,
how the fuck can we
be writing about it?
We finish it tonight.
And there's no nuts in this.
How low is the dosage?
It's a low dosage of weed?
Low, low as it go.
I know, these
weed edibles make me
fucking paranoid
sometimes, you know?
Am I a friend or am I a friend?
I wouldn't give you no bullshit.
It's like elementary
school shit.
El gato, chakalate.
So it's light, it's
light, it's just,
Light, light.
Okay, okay.
Light is Michael
Jackson's asshole.
Oh my god.
Mmm.
Los gatos chakalate!
Okay.
What's something
scary we can do now?
I always wanted
to jump off the roof
into the pool.
Crazy to think how
many people there are
in this city, huh?
They're all competition.
The womb of pop culture.
Hey, what's with your shoes?
My stylist, she
want me to break them in
for this event tomorrow night.
I don't think the
edible's working for me.
Imagine if Spider-man
lived in I.A.
No fucking buildings
to hide behind.
Paparazzi everywhere
so no exclusive shots
for the Daily Bugle.
That motherfucker'd be dead
and unemployed in a second.
Spider-man!
You actually just ate
shrooms, by the way.
Fuck you!
We're letting you go.
What?
It's just the business,
it's nothing personal.
It's all I have, hello?
Nothing personal.
Please don't do this.
Commit!
You're represented as an actor,
not a screenwriter.
We finish it tonight,
we finish it tonight,
tonight, tonight, tonight.
Why would you do this to me?!
It's all in your head.
Animalistic.
It's not real!
We finish it tonight,
we finish it tonight.
You're fucked in
the fucking head.
Why, why?
What'd I do, what'd I do?
Oh god.
Why would you give?
Why would you give me shrooms,
I've never done shrooms
before, I've never,
I don't wanna.
Embrace it, man.
I don't want
this feeling, I don't.
Yes you do.
You want this feeling.
This is the shit we've
been talking about.
Come on, describe it,
tell me what you see.
What the?
What?
What did you do to your hair?
You like it?
I fuck, I love it.
Yeah, Red Dragon, bitch.
Dude, whoah.
Blondes have more fun.
It really works for you.
Do you think madness
drives ambition
or ambition drives us mad?
You're saying some good shit.
We should write it down.
No, no, you know
what we should do?
You wanna fill the
pool with olive oil?
Yes.
Happy Halloween, Angelenos,
that was the feature track
from Huntley Thomas's
latest film "The Rising".
In traffic, the 101
is at a standstill.
The culprit of the traffic,
reportedly trick or treaters
dressed as a pack of coyotes.
Hey would there be such
a thing as zombie coyotes,
do you think?
Is that like breaking
a rule or something?
'Cause we should definitely
have a moment like that.
Psst, finish it tonight.
Hello?
Raffy?
Hello?
Yeah!
Woo!
That's what I'm talking about!
Mission accomplished.
What?
Someone's in the house.
What?
Someone's in the house.
No one is in the house!
Someone's in the house.
I heard the, I
heard a little girl
and then I heard
the ding dong chime,
the ding dong chime at the door.
You are paranoid, man.
Just chill out.
Can you turn off
the music please?
Sora, music off.
The fuck?
That shit is weird.
Let's call 911.
Give me this fucking phone.
You ain't calling
fucking 911, you're high.
You call the police
while you high?
We'll be on TMZ by the morning!
Shit.
All right, fuck.
Hello?
Probably just trick or treaters.
That's why I got
a security gate.
To keep the little
motherfuckers out!
Why do you keep a
hammer by the door?
'Cause that's what gangsters do.
Sometimes I get scared.
Yeah I know I
should have just got
a nine to five, yeah.
But just wouldn't be...
Ah, piece of shit.
That pool light was
definitely on, right?
Did you turn it off?
Because I didn't turn it off.
The fuck?
Okay wait, we're on drugs.
It's just a
hallucination, right?
I mean we're on drugs,
it's a hallucination.
It's your robe.
It's just your fucking bathrobe.
Whoah!
What, wait, what?
Okay, something's
definitely out there.
Something's
definitely out there.
Maybe that's what set
off the front sensor.
Holy shit.
They're everywhere now.
Wow.
I mean that's the fucking hero.
That's what we've been
trying to figure out.
He just needs to listen
to his animal instinct.
He needs to channel
his inner beast.
I mean if there was actually
some stalker motherfucker
in my friend's house right now,
that whole fight
or flight thing.
Front door open, front door open.
Front door open.
Oh my god.
Man, you should see
your stupid ass face.
Matter of fact, you know what,
let me show it to
you right here.
Look at that!
That's Huntley, you idiot fuck!
What?
Our scary evening
starring the Huntley Thomas.
It's his best performance yet.
What are you talking about?
Hunt, come on man, stop acting.
I know you got all
the awards and shit
but stop acting!
He's not acting.
Okay.
He told you.
What the fuck are you talk,
what the fuck are
you talking about?
I called Huntely
over to fuck with us
and obviously he told you
'cause now you guys
are fucking with me.
You can't fuck a fucker,
man, come on, Hunt!
Huntley.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
I'm calling the cops.
You're not calling.
Fuck, calling no fucking 911,
you just killed Huntley Thomas!
Oh shit.
Are you sure he's dead?
Check the motherfucker's pulse.
God damn!
I thought it was your fucking,
I thought it was your stalker.
I thought he was gonna come,
I thought he was
your fucking stalker,
I thought he was gonna
come back and murder you.
I called him over here!
Why did you do this to me?
I was trying to help you
and you just killed
the motherfucker!
I did this for you!
I thought I was
fucking protecting you!
This is it.
It's that shit we
was talking about.
That real deal true fear shit.
Oh my god.
We're going to jail, man.
Nah.
We're not going nowhere.
We're fucked.
I'm calling the cops.
Oh come on, fuck calling
the cops, man, help me.
Now quit acting like
a bitch, come on!
Oh shit.
Oh my god.
Fuck.
Oh my god, oh my god.
Jesus.
Oh god.
Fuck, fuck the
motherfucker's heavy.
Ah shit.
Oh my god.
Okay.
Get it up.
Come on man, my whites!
Dude, what the fuck,
it's a fucking couch!
This ball name, motherfucker!
Front door open.
Hey, baby.
How many times was it?
How many times did you
fuck my writing partner?
Whatever it is that you
wanna talk to me about,
let's talk about it outside.
Shut up!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Google yourself.
Come on, do it.
Come on, check it.
You're always on
fucking Twitter.
It's all over the internet.
Who took this picture?
When you begged me to be
your girlfriend one month ago
what was the thing I said?
What was the one condition?
I told you to fucking
never embarrass me.
When was it?
I can't tell if
this is real or not.
Who's this?
This is Evan, Evan.
Hi.
We writing a thing together.
He's writing a thing with you?
I'm writing a
thing with him too.
He's writing a thing with you,
I'm writing a thing with him.
I guess everybody's fucking
writing a thing!
Bitch. You drunk.
Idiot.
It was one time!
Shit!
Jesus, Jesus.
Man, pitch this shit!
What?
Pitch her the fucking script!
Pitch it, pitch it!
What?
Uh, our script.
We open on this eerie
pool at twilight,
the time's a mystery.
It could be morning,
it could be evening.
And we push in slowly
to reveal something
lying perfectly
still in the water.
What is that?
As we get closer,
we realize it's
the body of a man, face down,
surrounded by his own blood.
Suddenly he starts
thrashing around
morphing into a zombie
because it's a
meaningful zombie movie.
That we want you to direct!
What?
What?
Yeah.
We want you to direct.
This is perfect for you.
I was gonna tell you about this.
You expect me to believe that?
This is the reason
why I wanted you
to move out to I.A.
We just, we just haven't
finished the script yet
but once we finish it, it's...
And you expect
me to believe you?
You know how talented
I think you are.
Baby, just put down the gun.
I promise you.
Now put down the gun.
I know you're the director
but let's go outside
and talk about it.
Oh shit!
Ah!
Shot me in the fucking foot!
No, no, no, no.
Police!
Open up!
You called the fucking police?
Fuck, when you butt dial
911, they still show up, right?
My call must have connected.
Put her in the closet.
What?
You fucking heard me,
put her in the closet.
What about Huntley?
Front door open.
Is everything
okay in there, sir?
Ah man, everything's
great, yeah, yeah.
It's crazy, man.
I could have sworn
I heard gunshots.
I heard those too.
That's why I called you guys.
Man, it's Halloween,
it was fireworks.
You know the kids,
trick or treat.
Trick, they got me.
You're Raffy Rivers.
Guilty.
Look at your hair!
Yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah.
It's a little something
I'm working on.
Well you know what, officer.
I apologize sincerely.
But thank you for your time.
What happened to your foot, man?
A hammer.
Tis but a scratch.
Wink at me with your
right eye if something's wrong.
Holy shit, look at that city.
Terrible view, am I right?
Oh get out of here.
You get out, that.
All right I just got to
tell you this, man.
Your movie Arrested Affair
just happens to be my favorite
fricking movie of all time.
Man, thank you sir.
Sorry.
I feel nervous.
Do I look nervous?
Oh no, sir.
Honestly I feel nervous.
Why would you feel nervous?
Because you're the police.
And you're in my house.
I have to ask you something.
Is that a chameleon?
That is a chameleon.
I dig it.
It is a freak show out
there tonight, Raffy Rivers.
I'll tell you that much.
What do we have over here?
What's happening over here?
Officer.
Sativa or Indigo,
what's your jam, man?
Oh, I've been shitting nonstop.
Juice cleanse.
What's going on?
What happened?
All right.
Whose marijuana is this?
Oh, um.
Hey, get your fucking
hands where I can see them,
both of you!
Shit, Jesus.
I was literally just gonna
show you my weed card.
I'm just gonna show
you my, it's medicinal.
Medicinal for what,
what are your symptoms?
Uh, okay.
My symptoms are anxiety.
Sleep disorder, I
can't sleep sometimes.
Incontinence?
What?
I'm sorry, man.
We live in California.
I'm just messing with you.
I feel like I'm in one
of your movies, man.
Except my shit is real.
I'm also an actor.
I see the talent.
Thank you.
Thank you for saying that.
I can see it, I can
see the talent as well.
Both you guys, I think
we could play partners.
Raffy Rivers, Officer Duane.
Just call me Raffy, you
don't have to say my full name.
Just Raffy.
Really?
Really.
We're that cool?
My man.
Well, go ahead.
Spark up, Raffy.
Am I right?
Ugh, don't mind
me, let's do this.
Okay.
Burn out!
Light up!
Flame on.
I got to tell you, just
chilling with the two of you's,
on this couch, Halloween
night, pretty sweet.
Make my list.
It's cool, what is that?
It's a cool feeling.
Jesus!
Get up, both of you.
Whose blood is that?
It's um, you could
be in our film!
What?
What?
Yeah.
The one we're writing.
You could star opposite Raffy.
Not a fucking cake!
Really?
Hey, you put the gun down
you can star in any
fucking movie you want to.
Matter of fact, we can even
figure something else out.
Huh?
What you looking at?
The fuck?
Don't move!
Don't you even fucking breathe!
Ma'am, Ma'am I'm coming.
Are you hurt?
No, no, no, no.
Are you hysterical?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
What's going on here?
Nothing, nothing.
Everything is fake here.
It's Halloween, Happy Halloween.
It's fake blood.
I was just using it for
my Halloween costume
and I just spilled
it everywhere.
I was gonna clean it
before you noticed, sorry.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Who are you?
Me?
Oh, I'm the director.
Of what?
Of our film, our movie.
Look at me for a second.
There's actually a part
you'd be like perfect for.
For the Sheriff?
Yeah.
Is that what you were thinking?
Exactly, for the Sheriff.
You've got that real
resonance to your voice.
These boys they stop
maturing the second
they moved to Hollywood, so.
I got to train them
to be men, you know.
Age them up.
So uh, tell me about
this character, hmm.
What are we talking
about, good guy, bad guy?
Yeah, he's the
noble man of the film.
The noble man.
Yeah he traps a herd of zombie
cattle ranchers in a barn.
He sets it ablaze.
But not before having
this tragic stare-off
with his former wife
who's now a zombie.
He stares right down the lens
right into her eyes
hoping that she
still recognizes.
But it's too late?
Oh shit.
The barn goes up in flames.
So he runs in after her
convinced that all
of this is just one
big old crappy mistake.
And then what fucking happens?
And then she bites his
face off and he dies.
Jesus.
But he does it all from a
place of love and compassion.
It has love, story.
I wanna shoot it
predominantly in white
so you can get
that uncomfortable
fly on the wall
feeling, you know?
Yeah.
Shooting whites.
Oh fuck.
Nobody move.
Is that?
Oh!
What the fuck, why would?
What the fuck, why
would you do that?
You fucking kidding me?
You guys tied me up and put me
in a goddamn closet
next to a dead person.
You shot me in the fucking foot!
Well you'd both be
in handcuffs right now
if it wasn't for me.
Jesus.
I don't feel good.
You don't feel good?
You know what, I'm sorry.
My stomach.
Fuck you!
We could even figure
some other shit out
and looking down at
his fucking penis,
what the fuck was that?
Anyone who says they
haven't sucked a dick
to get ahead in
Hollywood is lying.
I haven't sucked any dick.
That's 'cause you're a girl.
Ew.
Are you gonna make me do it too?
What's happening to him?
Ah shit, it's the,
What's happening?
Chocolate cats, it's the
high, he's coming down.
The come down?
The fucking come down?
This is why.
It helps for your nausea.
If you can't come down,
you keep going up.
What is this?
It's a bag of dreams.
The best strain of magic
mushroom known to man.
Can someone please
go get some rope?
Why the fuck would I have rope?
Well I don't know,
rope is an ordinary
household item.
Not in a black man's house.
Okay, I'll drug him
with these shrooms
and then you can dump him
somewhere downtown later.
That, that's brilliant.
Then he will think
that he never met me.
This is all a dream.
Like a Biggie lyric.
Can we just tie him up first
before we shove poison
down his throat?
I mean he could be
concussed, right?
That's your fucking
problem, Evan.
You're always overthinking shit.
I didn't overthink!
Let me fucking
finish, Evan, okay?
That's your fucking problem!
You're always overthinking shit.
It can be simple.
That's why we'll never
fucking finish this script.
That's why we're in
this situation we're in
because your ass is
an over fucking...
I didn't overthink
throwing a hammer
at who I thought was
your stalker, did I?
Why are you fucking
yelling at my house?!
Quiet now!
I've done it, it's done.
Now what the fuck are
you fighting about?
He's fucking dead
because of you.
Dead?
What's that word mean anymore?
I envy the word.
You put us all at risk.
You can't manipulate
the world around you.
Oh, I can.
If you don't know that,
then you're already dead.
No.
It's not your second
act turning point.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It sounds fake, right?
Yup.
Yeah, it sounds fake.
Yeah.
Okay.
I think it needs
more action, you know?
Just because your characters
have been surrounded by death,
it doesn't mean they're
not affected by it.
No matter how heightened
your world is,
mortality should
still be mortality.
Try to let it manifest
in a fucked up way.
So yesterday, right?
I buy this pack of
natural chewing gum.
The packaging has
these big letters on it
that say "Bright Green".
And I had...
Until right now you
guys have never had
anything bad happen to
you before, have you?
Well have you?
Maybe.
Look baby, I told
you I was sorry, shit.
It's a fucked up...
No, I'm not talking
about you, ugh.
It's not about you all
the time, oh my god.
I fucked up.
Well now you have to tell us.
Now I have to tell you?
What do you think this is,
the fucking Breakfast club?
Yeah I love that fucking movie.
It is a good movie.
So are you gonna tell us?
What happened to you?
Ugh.
I was raped.
I was uh,
I was raped in uh, in college.
You know what,
no, no, excuse me.
You know the really, the
really weird part of it all
is that,
no one tells you that
that when a man forces
himself inside of you,
you don't always stay dry.
Like some animalistic
part tries to,
to make it work.
His body wanted it and,
mine welcomed it.
We're just animals, I guess.
Simple soulless animals.
No one tells you that.
You see?
That's exactly how uncomfortable
this second act turning
point needs to feel
it should feel awkward, weird.
I mean it's the lowest
point in the script, right?
So that stuff didn't
really happen to you?
No, but it's a
good story, right?
Isn't it obvious what
needs to happen at the end?
No, that's what
we're sitting here
trying to fucking figure out.
What?
What's your idea on the ending?
I don't know guys, you gave
me your pitch to distract me,
I'm not gonna tell you
anything unless I'm really in.
At this point, like what
does it even fucking matter?
Yes, you're in.
I mean, okay?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
But no tricks, no
lies, just business.
Just business.
Well it's the
witching hour, Angelenos
and there's only one
minute left of Halloween.
If you're not drunk by now or
you haven't been scared yet
you probably should
check your pulse
because you might
be dead already.
And you're sure
nobody goes in here?
Not a soul, I live next door.
It's vacant land.
Are we really gonna let
this girl direct our movie?
I mean how well do you know her?
A few months.
She was living in New York,
I convinced her
to move out here.
She's brilliant, trust me.
She's insane.
Fucking insane.
What great artist isn't?
Look at this shirt.
Huntley's so cool.
Yeah he was so cool.
There's no was when it
comes to us actors, my friend.
Just turn on the TV,
you'll see him again.
Actors can never be killed.
They're like frozen in
pop culture carbonite.
I mean he's Huntley
fucking Thomas.
Been around forever.
You never really die.
What if you die
before you're successful,
what then?
The egg cracks on
the outside, life ends.
It cracks from the
inside, life begins.
Sometimes you got to crack.
Did you come up with that?
I heard it in yoga once.
I like your shirt, man.
It's fucking cool.
I think the second round
of shrooms just kicked in.
Eh, take it.
Take it man, it's shit.
I see how you're looking at it.
You know what?
We'll let the
coyotes do the rest.
Oh god, this is
really fucking disturbing.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Wait, but.
At least he made
it into the 27 Club.
How?
Front door open.
Hey, did you
finish reading the script?
What did you think?
Yeah, it's actually pretty good
but how do you want it to end?
He awake yet?
God damn.
You knocked him out pretty good.
God, his pulse is racing.
You weren't wearing
that shirt before.
He stole it from a corpse.
What?
You fucking kidding me?
It's fucking
evidence, take it off.
You fucking carrot.
Fuck.
I'm gonna wear, I'm wearing
one of your shirts, okay?
Hey look at that,
that fucking shirt,
that's one of my
favorite fucking shirts.
Where are my keys?
I'll get the car.
No, you can't get the,
it's Halloween, there's
people everywhere.
So what are we gonna do then?
We finish the scene.
The scene is finished,
it's fine, finished.
No, okay, so they bury the body,
we think it's fine,
and then what?
It's got to keep moving.
And they shit themselves
to death, the end.
Well I know what I'm doing.
What are you, wait?
I know you didn't.
What about this?
What the, walk off with my...
What about the scripts?
What about it?
Well we've only
got two scenes to go.
Yeah, and?
Can't we just breathe
for a second, shit.
Would the hero
really run the risk
of burying him in the
middle of the night?
I mean why not just chop
him up into little pieces?
He still wouldn't
become a zombie.
You're overthinking it.
That's what he does.
No I don't.
Yes you do.
You know the one
thing that unifies
everyone alive today?
What?
We'll all be dead eventually.
Together.
And every story that's
unfolding right now,
one day there won't be a single
person alive to tell them.
So it's our job to show future
generations how we live now.
Which is probably
how we always lived
and how we always will.
That was deep shit.
We'll have it done by tomorrow.
We could be writing
it for another 10 years.
I mean how do we even
know when it's done?
You'll hear ringing in your ear.
Whenever you finish
something big,
you hear this
ringing in your ear.
It's called the White Noise.
The White Noise?
Yeah.
Most people never hear
it in their lifetime.
And you just hear this
everyday, I'm guessing.
Well you'd guess that, huh?
But no, never.
Never heard it.
Just heard about it.
Maybe one day.
Anyway, it's been a
strange night, guys.
Inspiration only comes
when the body's relaxed.
So let's relax.
Let's relax, right.
How are we supposed to do that?
Sex helps me.
So does dancing.
Ever heard of dance cardio?
That's where we met.
♪ Inside your head ♪
♪ Late at night watching
these films that feel bare ♪
♪ Lost your mind and when
you sit back stare and ♪
♪ Stopped rewinded
for you that ♪
♪ Is it all inside ♪
♪ My mind, oh no ♪
♪ Could it just be ♪
♪ Half of them to be ♪
♪ 'Cause I wanna look
as you lose your mind ♪
♪ Someone within the line ♪
♪ Just you there who
tears me a time ♪
♪ I'm sure you'll be fine ♪
♪ Did you leave it
back with yesterday ♪
♪ Or maybe you lost
it all this way ♪
♪ Don't be so silly boy ♪
♪ It's right here ♪
♪ You're the state ♪
Ah, um, I should,
I should get back to writing.
No, no, stay here.
Come on, let me
teach you to dance.
Look, I'm not, no,
I'm not a good dancer.
Wrong, I'm sure
you're a good dancer.
No, I'm bad.
Really bad.
I'm not coordinated at all.
Jazz, what the fuck, come on,
what are you doing?
Okay, I'm no.
Come on, you guys need help.
I'm not getting in
the way of this shit.
No.
The man wants to go, let him go.
No, he wants to stay with me.
It's not your business.
♪ You looked all right ♪
♪ Now when I look at
you and I say how ♪
♪ Do you do ♪
♪ That's what she says ♪
♪ Are you gonna be my man ♪
You took these fucking
pictures, didn't you?
You really think I'd stand there
and watch you fuck someone else?
Then who the
fuck took them then?
I don't know, anyone.
Can you please stop it now!
Fuck you!
They're inside!
What?
Whoever took these pictures
were inside the house.
The stalker.
What if they're
watching right now?
That means they seen all this.
Everything!
Fuck!
What the fuck?
It's my autopilot
surveillance drone.
It's attracted to
movement and heat.
I'ma set it to scan and
recharge every 30 minutes.
What does that mean?
I mean it
automatically recharges
and watches over the house.
Streams straight to my phone.
Okay, no, no, no, come on.
This is fucking insane.
We have to call the cops.
It's not a fucking option, Evan.
Someone broke into your house.
We killed someone tonight,
I killed someone tonight.
Accidentally.
Yeah so we call the cops
and explain that to them.
We're not these people.
We could explain to them
that it was self-defense.
That's what we explain to
them, it was self-defense.
So you're just gonna call
and tell them that
you hit somebody
in the back of the head
with a fucking hammer?
It looks premeditated!
Shh.
And then what are we
supposed to tell them
about the cop in the closet?
We're not gonna be able
to tell them anything
if this fucking psycho got
photos from tonight, are we?
Jesus, we killed Huntley Thomas.
Hey listen, Huntley
isn't a zombie, okay?
He's still gonna
be dead tomorrow.
He's gonna be dead next week
and the week after.
We're creating
something now, okay?
Something amazing and meaningful
which is so much
more important than
one actor's life, by the way.
And you're about to finish.
You're about to finish tonight.
So turn yourselves in
tomorrow if you have to,
just don't do it tonight.
Why are you helping us?
Huh, why are you here?
You could have had us
arrested, you could have left.
And ruin an opportunity?
Wouldn't have much
of a movie to direct
without the movie star.
Or the writer.
Look, this is how Huntley
Thomas would have wanted it.
This creation, our movie.
They're gonna talk about
this for a hundred years.
This is pop culture
like a motherfucker!
Come on, even Officer Duane.
He's gonna be in on it too.
We're all gonna be
fucking legends.
I'ma go check the gate code,
switch all that shit
up, lock everything up.
You guys go check out
the secret garden.
He comes back, we gonna be
ready for that motherfucker.
Shit.
Drug him and dump
him somewhere downtown.
So where's the perfect
place to hide a body?
Why are you friends with him?
Why am I friends with him?
Why did you date him?
I don't know, I guess he
makes things adventurous.
He does.
I met him on my
first day in New York.
No way.
Yup.
I met him on my
first day in I.A.
Wait, really?
Yeah, I was an extra on this
movie that he was shooting.
He rescued me from
this insane producer
who was yelling at me for eating
before the casting crew, and um,
it was fucking amazing.
Just this movie star
sticking up for a nobody.
You're too smart to be a nobody.
You don't need him.
You know that, right?
Do you?
You need to leave.
Don't tell Raffy, but
I'm calling the cops.
We're not murderers.
Just, I'm calling
them this time.
I can't do this.
I'm here for you, Raffy.
Raffy.
Raffy Rivers.
Leave me alone.
Leave me the fuck alone.
I don't wanna be famous no more.
Leave me alone.
The fuck you
looking at, let's go.
Oh shit, where
the fuck is this party?
Did you see something?
No, you?
No.
You okay?
Raffy?
I'm supposed to be
turning 28 next year.
I used to count these every day.
I thought I'd be better by now.
Have more control.
You know, making shit
that I actually wanna do.
I actually cared about.
I ain't been offered anything.
Not one fucking offer
since Underwater Sinners tanked.
You're Raffy Rivers.
You're a movie star.
One bad film isn't
gonna kill your career.
I guess Raffy Rivers
is all washed up.
That was a good pun.
Raffy Rivers, all washed up.
I know.
Look, man, you're
the real artist.
You're the talented one.
Me, no.
No I'm not, you are.
This movie, our movie,
we need to finish it.
This shit could be amazing.
I believe that.
Shit, you got to believe.
You got to believe
it could be amazing.
My acting agent dropped me.
When?
This morning.
I didn't tell you, so.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
You're writing, I'm
directing and he's starring.
That's what we're doing.
Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em!
Come on!
Fuck these motherfuckers!
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em!
Woo!
Fuck 'em!
Fuck Harvey!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Every movie I did, we
could do that shit!
Your burning ambition?
Ah, so you remember.
Come on.
Ah.
I truly believe in you.
No, stop it.
You get an opportunity.
Please, what
are you talking about.
Isn't everyone preying
on everyone's ambition?
Ready?
Yeah, yeah.
He's dead.
He's dead because of you.
Dead?
What does that mean anymore?
I mean...
Stop, stop, stop.
Can you try it all again,
but without any dialogue?
Why?
Why not?
No, why don't we just
switch the words around?
We'll just change
the line when he,
No, no, no.
It's the weird part
where he goes into the...
No words.
No words, okay.
You're having
fun with this, huh?
Just connect with each other.
Do it.
Okay, action.
Oops.
Guess that one had nuts in it.
What's happening,
what's wrong with him?
You okay?
Damn, E.
You look terrified.
You should probably take a
selfie, where's your phone?
Oh that's right.
I told you to take his phone.
I didn't tell you to kill him.
He's fine.
He's just allergic to nuts.
You understand why we
couldn't call the cops, right?
It would ruin everything
that we've worked for.
You don't wanna do that.
You should see this
as an opportunity.
I mean, you're right
there on death's doorstep
but you have a magical
adrenaline shot
that fixes everything instantly.
It's like an antidote
to your kryptonite.
Okay, well what do we do now?
You just relax!
No, we have to help him,
he's fucking dying right now.
He's not dying!
Yes he is, look!
He has six minutes of life.
Well, five minutes
and 30 seconds.
Relax.
I'm giving him inspiration.
How many people can
say that they walked
through the gates of
hell and survived.
How does it feel to
taste your own mortality?
Man, it's a special moment.
It's a gift.
You're crazy.
When you're on
your real deathbed,
you'll look back at this moment,
and it won't be so scary.
All right.
Where's the adrenaline shot?
Where is it?
You have an adrenaline?
It should be his clothes.
Where is it?
Jacket, jacket.
Jacket, jacket!
Okay, where's it, where's your,
where's his jacket?
I don't fucking know!
Hey Evan, where's your jacket?
Huh?
Huntley, shit!
Ah!
Come on, come on.
Kssh!
Get off!
Fuck!
I got it!
Take his pants off!
It goes in his leg!
The coyotes are falling for
the bait, so we're good!
Evan?
Sora, off.
Sora, off!
Yo!
You win.
You got me.
You scared the shit
out of me, man.
Thought I almost killed you.
Hello?
Front door open.
Madness drives ambition.
How many times was it?
Whoever took these pictures
were inside the house!
Who took this picture?
The fuck?
How did you even fucking...
I always keep an extra
one of these in my car.
But thank you for
bringing this back.
These things are
fucking expensive.
The fuck out of here.
What's this?
It's your turn.
Russian Roulette,
classic and old school.
You know how I know
this shit isn't loaded,
'cause you're too
pussy for that.
Too much of a fucking pussy.
Then why do you have
it aimed at my head?
Just put it to your head
and pull the trigger once.
Got a one in six chance.
Who came up with this
little shitty cliche, hmm?
You or him?
Are you scared?
This moment's a gift, bro.
Can you taste your
own mortality?
I don't feel shit.
Oh yeah?
How about now?
I think you wanted me to
kill Huntley on purpose.
One less actor to compete with.
You, you, think this script
is gonna change something, huh?
It's gonna fucking
change your life, huh?
You're gonna be some
big fucking movie star
after this bullshit?
Come on, Evan!
My fucking agent would
never let me co star
in a movie with you.
If they were gonna hire you,
who would they call, huh?
You are a unemployed
actor in Los Angeles
with no fucking money
and no agent.
You pull that trigger on me
and I will fucking kill you.
You know how I know
this shit is not loaded?
Because you fucking need me.
Both of you.
You ain't shit without me.
I loved you.
I loved you and
you fucked with me.
Told you.
I'm a entity to you.
Got me tied up in
this fucking chair
and I still hold all the cards.
Raffy Rivers.
Who are you?
A nobody.
Fucking pathetic.
Fuck are you doing?!
Ah, fuck!
You've had the knife
behind you the whole time?
Fuck, ah!
It was all pretend!
It was.
No, no!
All of this, I set it
up, it was all pretend.
What?
I had the agents call
you and let you go.
Why?
I thought it was the
firecracker that you needed
to finish this script.
So I have an agent?
Yes, yes, you got
a fucking agent.
And Huntley, he's still alive?
Nah, he's still dead.
And...
Scene.
You guys.
It's crazy.
You can pretty much do
anything you want in this town
if you have a good
enough costume.
Someone smells good today.
It's fucking him.
Who?
The stalker.
No.
No, no, no, no.
The whole world is your stalker.
I just take the photos, man.
It was uh,
it was a lot of fun watching you
fuck that shorty while you were
wherever you were.
She has much bigger
titties than you.
All right man,
that's fucking enough!
Did you know that they gave
me 45 grand for that shot?
45 thousand dollars!
It's my masterpiece.
That's why you've been
fucking with me, huh?
45, that's why you've
been fucking with me?
The crazier you
get, the richer I get.
Sorry bro, it's just business.
And I knew the shit
was gonna hit the fan
when you came home and found out
he was cocksawing
through everything.
So I came back to
get that killer shot.
I didn't expect to
find three killers.
Front door open.
Front door open.
What the?
Fuck calling
the cops, man, help me.
You know, he'd
probably still be alive
if he hadn't seen
me hiding there.
Winning.
I like your shirt.
What?
Your shirt, where'd you get it?
This isn't mine.
It's that drone
recording everything?
And it streams to my phone.
How are you feeling?
Lugging Huntley's body
into the block next door.
What?
What are you saying?
You must be exhausted.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Nice try, you stupid bitch.
I didn't kill anybody.
Well it sucks that
your fingerprints
are on the gun though.
You should apologize for shooting
Raffy Rivers in the foot.
No!
No, fuck you.
Especially while
impersonating a police officer.
Stop it.
Stop moving, stop moving!
E!
Fuck you all!
Fuck you!
I can hear it.
The White Noise, I can hear it.
The hero needs to die.
That's the end.
You actually loaded it.
It was loaded the whole time.
I thought it was the
firecracker you needed.
I can hear it.
I can hear.
We're gonna need another writer.
♪ I had one look last summer ♪
♪ That won everyday ♪
♪ The day the beach
was so crowded ♪
♪ When she passed my way ♪
♪ She thought that
I looked so lonely ♪
I'm pretty sure it
was Nostradamus who said
the most massive
stars in the universe
have the shortest lives.
Just look at the 27 Club.
A bunch of famous people
with shitloads of money
leads to boredom,
leads to temptation,
leads to shitty decisions,
leads to total self-destruction.
When you're not a slave
to need or to God,
what the fuck else
is there to do?
Become a slave to
something else.
If you know what owns
you and you ignore it,
then life's pretty crappy.
And if you know what
owns you and you let it,
life's fucking awesome.
Especially in Hollywood.
♪ On that summer day ♪
♪ Lucky day ♪
♪ That set my life awhirl ♪
♪ Now that summer's here again ♪
♪ Will you still be my girl ♪
♪ Summer day ♪
♪ Lucky day ♪
♪ Summer's here again ♪
♪ We couldn't find the
pieces to this puzzle ♪
♪ I've got good eyes
from all these things ♪
♪ That don't fit together ♪
♪ One another and more ♪
♪ Days go by ♪
♪ And yet I'm still trying ♪
♪ I feel like an animal ♪
♪ Ready to fly ♪
♪ But I'm stuck inside of
these questions in my mind ♪
♪ Just look around
you so you remember ♪
♪ All that I gave you ♪
♪ But you still want more ♪
♪ Just let me hold you ♪
♪ Fill this void in your heart ♪
♪ Well take a deep breath ♪
♪ It won't be long this ♪
♪ There's nothing great here ♪
♪ Or come with thunder ♪
♪ True love awaits ♪
♪ Don't throw it
around your head ♪
♪ Let's go take the
pieces of our puzzles ♪
♪ Throw them off the cliff ♪
♪ And follow after ♪
♪ 'Cause everything
will come together ♪
♪ And every step I take ♪
♪ Is another day ♪
♪ Just look around you ♪
♪ So you remember ♪
♪ All that I gave you ♪
♪ But you still want more ♪
♪ Just let me hold you ♪
♪ Through this war
in your heart ♪
♪ We'll take a deep breath ♪
♪ It won't be long this ♪
♪ There's nothing great here ♪
♪ I'll come without you ♪
♪ True love awaits ♪
♪ Don't throw it
around in your head ♪
it was Nostradamus who said
the most massive
stars in the universe
have the shortest lives.
Just look at the "27 Club".
A bunch of famous people
with shitloads of money,
leads to boredom,
leads to temptation,
leads to shitty decisions,
leads to total self-destruction.
You're not a slave to need
or to God, fuck
else is there to do?
Become a slave to
something else.
If you know what owns you
and you and you ignore it,
life's pretty crappy.
But if you know what
owns you and you let it,
then life's fucking awesome.
Especially in Hollywood.
Freeze over
in the winter, either.
Swimming is one of Hollywood's
main forms of exer...
So yesterday, right,
I buy this pack of
natural chewing gum
and the packaging has these
big bright letters on it
that say "Bright Green".
And all I could think
of was bright green.
Like the words were
just forced upon me
like I have no other choice
but to fall to
the mercy of them.
And I realized, that's how
my script needs to read.
Bright fucking green!
Evan, you're an actor.
You're not a writer.
What?
We're letting you go.
Wait.
What, why?
Is it because I
wouldn't cut my hair?
Because if it's 'cause
I wouldn't cut my hair,
I could cut my hair if
that's what you prefer.
Listen, your projects
aren't going to happen.
You're not the leading man
that we thought you were.
I don't understand,
what did I do?
Every audition
you've gone in on,
you fucked up.
Your feedback has been terrible.
Because I've been
writing the script,
I've been finishing the script.
We represent you as an actor,
not as a screenwriter.
Well maybe you could
represent me as both
because, I was literally
just about to send it to you.
Is it finished?
Um yeah, it's closed
to being finished.
It's almost finished.
Goodbye, Evan.
Wait, look, I
just got to Raffy's.
We're making final
touches today.
Look, it's just the business.
Nothing personal.
Please don't do this.
This is all I have.
I'm sorry.
But I'd be co-starring
opposite Raffy Rivers.
His name could get it made.
We could shoot it this year.
You send me a completed script
with the Raffy Rivers
actually committed,
and maybe I will think about it.
Okay.
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You won't regret it.
I will have the script
to you tomorrow morning.
Uh huh.
Goodbye, Evan.
138, 139, 140, 150, 160.
How does that feel?
Can you feel your own mortality?
How does that feel, dumbfuck?
Piece of a, piece of a,
how does that feel,
you piece of a fuck?
Can you taste your
own mortality?
Evian, mazel tov,
what's popping, baby?
Hey man, how was it?
Man you know, just happy
to be back to be honest.
Well that ding dong
chime thing's new, huh?
Fucking stalkers, had to, man.
Yeah fuck, what was
her calling card again?
You looked good today?
You smell good today.
That's some weird shit, man.
Yo my therapist said,
all it is is just bad people
looking for attention.
So fuck 'em.
Do you think
whoever it is sees it
like Romeo and Juliet?
Like some weird
fucked up love story?
Yo, Leo was good in that shit.
But I don't know about
the Romeo and Juliet shit.
But I'm used to strangers
falling in love with me.
It's the weird
fucking letters that,
Yeah.
I can't get with it.
What's up with your eyes, man?
You've been crying?
You've been bitching
up on me, hmm?
No, no.
I put eye drops in.
Oh, you've been
getting high without me.
You motherfucker.
No, I came from the gym.
I had dry eyes.
Ooh, speaking of the gym.
Today is a juice day.
Juice day, but it's Halloween.
Fuck Halloween.
Man, all the refined
sugar and shit.
Give you man titties,
you don't want that.
Woo, I see you.
Don't even worry about it.
There's no nuts in
that, you'll be fine.
There's chlorophyll in this shit
supposed to get rid
of all the mercury.
You know, I shit Sashimi,
so this perfect for me.
Well in Fukusheema too.
Mmm, fuck all the Shimis.
Bottoms up.
Bottoms up.
Why would you do this to me!?
I loved you!
I fucking loved you
and you fucked with me.
I didn't fuck with you.
It's all in your head.
It's not real.
Of course it's real!
Every little thing
you do is real
and it has a consequence!
You can't manipulate the wo...
You can't manipulate the world.
Commit!
Fucking commit!
Ahh, no, I can't.
It doesn't feel real.
How real you need, it felt good.
No, it feels fake.
Can you turn that off?
Sora, next track.
It's our second
act turning point.
I mean everything in
our character's life
is supposed to fall apart here.
We're being too conservative.
It should feel
impossible that he'll
ever piece his life
back together again.
Shit, you always do this shit.
Do what?
Right when we're
on to something cool,
you perfect the shit out of it
till it's not cool anymore.
You wipe it till it bleeds.
Yeah I just want
it to be perfect.
I want it to be
Black Swan perfect.
Uh, no.
I'm focusing.
See, that's your
problem right there.
All this umming and ahhing shit.
That's what makes you week.
Hey how the fuck you want
me to commit to your script
when you won't even
commit to finishing
the fucking thing?
You got to commit to
your choices, Evan.
Be impulsive,
that's what men do.
No matter who you are
or who you're playing,
make a defined fucking choice.
Shit.
Throw a hammer at your problems.
I commit to my choices.
Yeah right.
Then why have we been
going back and forth
for two years on this script?
It's because I haven't
gotten it right yet.
It's not right yet.
What happened to
"Bro, help me out.
"You know, it'll be quick, nice
little creative adventure."
Creative exploration
is what I actually...
Man we could have finished
this shit months ago.
We don't even have a title!
Untitled Hollywood
Hills Project.
That's a shit title.
This is your first
writing project.
Get your shit together!
Okay.
All right, I'm gonna
get some of this weed.
All right, let's do this.
Come on, hit that shit.
Take a big hit, commit!
There it is.
So our hero needs
to be more of a man.
Animalistic but fearful.
That's what I'm talking about.
So what's he gonna do?
He gonna stay, gonna fight?
Gonna do nothing?
Well my family's never
been eaten by zombies.
My world isn't closing in on me.
I mean when was the last
time you were truly afraid?
Like to the core?
Last night, my Uber
driver ran a red light.
What did you do?
I gave that motherfucker
a two star rating!
If we've never felt true fear,
true animalistic fear,
how the fuck can we
be writing about it?
We finish it tonight.
And there's no nuts in this.
How low is the dosage?
It's a low dosage of weed?
Low, low as it go.
I know, these
weed edibles make me
fucking paranoid
sometimes, you know?
Am I a friend or am I a friend?
I wouldn't give you no bullshit.
It's like elementary
school shit.
El gato, chakalate.
So it's light, it's
light, it's just,
Light, light.
Okay, okay.
Light is Michael
Jackson's asshole.
Oh my god.
Mmm.
Los gatos chakalate!
Okay.
What's something
scary we can do now?
I always wanted
to jump off the roof
into the pool.
Crazy to think how
many people there are
in this city, huh?
They're all competition.
The womb of pop culture.
Hey, what's with your shoes?
My stylist, she
want me to break them in
for this event tomorrow night.
I don't think the
edible's working for me.
Imagine if Spider-man
lived in I.A.
No fucking buildings
to hide behind.
Paparazzi everywhere
so no exclusive shots
for the Daily Bugle.
That motherfucker'd be dead
and unemployed in a second.
Spider-man!
You actually just ate
shrooms, by the way.
Fuck you!
We're letting you go.
What?
It's just the business,
it's nothing personal.
It's all I have, hello?
Nothing personal.
Please don't do this.
Commit!
You're represented as an actor,
not a screenwriter.
We finish it tonight,
we finish it tonight,
tonight, tonight, tonight.
Why would you do this to me?!
It's all in your head.
Animalistic.
It's not real!
We finish it tonight,
we finish it tonight.
You're fucked in
the fucking head.
Why, why?
What'd I do, what'd I do?
Oh god.
Why would you give?
Why would you give me shrooms,
I've never done shrooms
before, I've never,
I don't wanna.
Embrace it, man.
I don't want
this feeling, I don't.
Yes you do.
You want this feeling.
This is the shit we've
been talking about.
Come on, describe it,
tell me what you see.
What the?
What?
What did you do to your hair?
You like it?
I fuck, I love it.
Yeah, Red Dragon, bitch.
Dude, whoah.
Blondes have more fun.
It really works for you.
Do you think madness
drives ambition
or ambition drives us mad?
You're saying some good shit.
We should write it down.
No, no, you know
what we should do?
You wanna fill the
pool with olive oil?
Yes.
Happy Halloween, Angelenos,
that was the feature track
from Huntley Thomas's
latest film "The Rising".
In traffic, the 101
is at a standstill.
The culprit of the traffic,
reportedly trick or treaters
dressed as a pack of coyotes.
Hey would there be such
a thing as zombie coyotes,
do you think?
Is that like breaking
a rule or something?
'Cause we should definitely
have a moment like that.
Psst, finish it tonight.
Hello?
Raffy?
Hello?
Yeah!
Woo!
That's what I'm talking about!
Mission accomplished.
What?
Someone's in the house.
What?
Someone's in the house.
No one is in the house!
Someone's in the house.
I heard the, I
heard a little girl
and then I heard
the ding dong chime,
the ding dong chime at the door.
You are paranoid, man.
Just chill out.
Can you turn off
the music please?
Sora, music off.
The fuck?
That shit is weird.
Let's call 911.
Give me this fucking phone.
You ain't calling
fucking 911, you're high.
You call the police
while you high?
We'll be on TMZ by the morning!
Shit.
All right, fuck.
Hello?
Probably just trick or treaters.
That's why I got
a security gate.
To keep the little
motherfuckers out!
Why do you keep a
hammer by the door?
'Cause that's what gangsters do.
Sometimes I get scared.
Yeah I know I
should have just got
a nine to five, yeah.
But just wouldn't be...
Ah, piece of shit.
That pool light was
definitely on, right?
Did you turn it off?
Because I didn't turn it off.
The fuck?
Okay wait, we're on drugs.
It's just a
hallucination, right?
I mean we're on drugs,
it's a hallucination.
It's your robe.
It's just your fucking bathrobe.
Whoah!
What, wait, what?
Okay, something's
definitely out there.
Something's
definitely out there.
Maybe that's what set
off the front sensor.
Holy shit.
They're everywhere now.
Wow.
I mean that's the fucking hero.
That's what we've been
trying to figure out.
He just needs to listen
to his animal instinct.
He needs to channel
his inner beast.
I mean if there was actually
some stalker motherfucker
in my friend's house right now,
that whole fight
or flight thing.
Front door open, front door open.
Front door open.
Oh my god.
Man, you should see
your stupid ass face.
Matter of fact, you know what,
let me show it to
you right here.
Look at that!
That's Huntley, you idiot fuck!
What?
Our scary evening
starring the Huntley Thomas.
It's his best performance yet.
What are you talking about?
Hunt, come on man, stop acting.
I know you got all
the awards and shit
but stop acting!
He's not acting.
Okay.
He told you.
What the fuck are you talk,
what the fuck are
you talking about?
I called Huntely
over to fuck with us
and obviously he told you
'cause now you guys
are fucking with me.
You can't fuck a fucker,
man, come on, Hunt!
Huntley.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
I'm calling the cops.
You're not calling.
Fuck, calling no fucking 911,
you just killed Huntley Thomas!
Oh shit.
Are you sure he's dead?
Check the motherfucker's pulse.
God damn!
I thought it was your fucking,
I thought it was your stalker.
I thought he was gonna come,
I thought he was
your fucking stalker,
I thought he was gonna
come back and murder you.
I called him over here!
Why did you do this to me?
I was trying to help you
and you just killed
the motherfucker!
I did this for you!
I thought I was
fucking protecting you!
This is it.
It's that shit we
was talking about.
That real deal true fear shit.
Oh my god.
We're going to jail, man.
Nah.
We're not going nowhere.
We're fucked.
I'm calling the cops.
Oh come on, fuck calling
the cops, man, help me.
Now quit acting like
a bitch, come on!
Oh shit.
Oh my god.
Fuck.
Oh my god, oh my god.
Jesus.
Oh god.
Fuck, fuck the
motherfucker's heavy.
Ah shit.
Oh my god.
Okay.
Get it up.
Come on man, my whites!
Dude, what the fuck,
it's a fucking couch!
This ball name, motherfucker!
Front door open.
Hey, baby.
How many times was it?
How many times did you
fuck my writing partner?
Whatever it is that you
wanna talk to me about,
let's talk about it outside.
Shut up!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Google yourself.
Come on, do it.
Come on, check it.
You're always on
fucking Twitter.
It's all over the internet.
Who took this picture?
When you begged me to be
your girlfriend one month ago
what was the thing I said?
What was the one condition?
I told you to fucking
never embarrass me.
When was it?
I can't tell if
this is real or not.
Who's this?
This is Evan, Evan.
Hi.
We writing a thing together.
He's writing a thing with you?
I'm writing a
thing with him too.
He's writing a thing with you,
I'm writing a thing with him.
I guess everybody's fucking
writing a thing!
Bitch. You drunk.
Idiot.
It was one time!
Shit!
Jesus, Jesus.
Man, pitch this shit!
What?
Pitch her the fucking script!
Pitch it, pitch it!
What?
Uh, our script.
We open on this eerie
pool at twilight,
the time's a mystery.
It could be morning,
it could be evening.
And we push in slowly
to reveal something
lying perfectly
still in the water.
What is that?
As we get closer,
we realize it's
the body of a man, face down,
surrounded by his own blood.
Suddenly he starts
thrashing around
morphing into a zombie
because it's a
meaningful zombie movie.
That we want you to direct!
What?
What?
Yeah.
We want you to direct.
This is perfect for you.
I was gonna tell you about this.
You expect me to believe that?
This is the reason
why I wanted you
to move out to I.A.
We just, we just haven't
finished the script yet
but once we finish it, it's...
And you expect
me to believe you?
You know how talented
I think you are.
Baby, just put down the gun.
I promise you.
Now put down the gun.
I know you're the director
but let's go outside
and talk about it.
Oh shit!
Ah!
Shot me in the fucking foot!
No, no, no, no.
Police!
Open up!
You called the fucking police?
Fuck, when you butt dial
911, they still show up, right?
My call must have connected.
Put her in the closet.
What?
You fucking heard me,
put her in the closet.
What about Huntley?
Front door open.
Is everything
okay in there, sir?
Ah man, everything's
great, yeah, yeah.
It's crazy, man.
I could have sworn
I heard gunshots.
I heard those too.
That's why I called you guys.
Man, it's Halloween,
it was fireworks.
You know the kids,
trick or treat.
Trick, they got me.
You're Raffy Rivers.
Guilty.
Look at your hair!
Yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah.
It's a little something
I'm working on.
Well you know what, officer.
I apologize sincerely.
But thank you for your time.
What happened to your foot, man?
A hammer.
Tis but a scratch.
Wink at me with your
right eye if something's wrong.
Holy shit, look at that city.
Terrible view, am I right?
Oh get out of here.
You get out, that.
All right I just got to
tell you this, man.
Your movie Arrested Affair
just happens to be my favorite
fricking movie of all time.
Man, thank you sir.
Sorry.
I feel nervous.
Do I look nervous?
Oh no, sir.
Honestly I feel nervous.
Why would you feel nervous?
Because you're the police.
And you're in my house.
I have to ask you something.
Is that a chameleon?
That is a chameleon.
I dig it.
It is a freak show out
there tonight, Raffy Rivers.
I'll tell you that much.
What do we have over here?
What's happening over here?
Officer.
Sativa or Indigo,
what's your jam, man?
Oh, I've been shitting nonstop.
Juice cleanse.
What's going on?
What happened?
All right.
Whose marijuana is this?
Oh, um.
Hey, get your fucking
hands where I can see them,
both of you!
Shit, Jesus.
I was literally just gonna
show you my weed card.
I'm just gonna show
you my, it's medicinal.
Medicinal for what,
what are your symptoms?
Uh, okay.
My symptoms are anxiety.
Sleep disorder, I
can't sleep sometimes.
Incontinence?
What?
I'm sorry, man.
We live in California.
I'm just messing with you.
I feel like I'm in one
of your movies, man.
Except my shit is real.
I'm also an actor.
I see the talent.
Thank you.
Thank you for saying that.
I can see it, I can
see the talent as well.
Both you guys, I think
we could play partners.
Raffy Rivers, Officer Duane.
Just call me Raffy, you
don't have to say my full name.
Just Raffy.
Really?
Really.
We're that cool?
My man.
Well, go ahead.
Spark up, Raffy.
Am I right?
Ugh, don't mind
me, let's do this.
Okay.
Burn out!
Light up!
Flame on.
I got to tell you, just
chilling with the two of you's,
on this couch, Halloween
night, pretty sweet.
Make my list.
It's cool, what is that?
It's a cool feeling.
Jesus!
Get up, both of you.
Whose blood is that?
It's um, you could
be in our film!
What?
What?
Yeah.
The one we're writing.
You could star opposite Raffy.
Not a fucking cake!
Really?
Hey, you put the gun down
you can star in any
fucking movie you want to.
Matter of fact, we can even
figure something else out.
Huh?
What you looking at?
The fuck?
Don't move!
Don't you even fucking breathe!
Ma'am, Ma'am I'm coming.
Are you hurt?
No, no, no, no.
Are you hysterical?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
What's going on here?
Nothing, nothing.
Everything is fake here.
It's Halloween, Happy Halloween.
It's fake blood.
I was just using it for
my Halloween costume
and I just spilled
it everywhere.
I was gonna clean it
before you noticed, sorry.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Who are you?
Me?
Oh, I'm the director.
Of what?
Of our film, our movie.
Look at me for a second.
There's actually a part
you'd be like perfect for.
For the Sheriff?
Yeah.
Is that what you were thinking?
Exactly, for the Sheriff.
You've got that real
resonance to your voice.
These boys they stop
maturing the second
they moved to Hollywood, so.
I got to train them
to be men, you know.
Age them up.
So uh, tell me about
this character, hmm.
What are we talking
about, good guy, bad guy?
Yeah, he's the
noble man of the film.
The noble man.
Yeah he traps a herd of zombie
cattle ranchers in a barn.
He sets it ablaze.
But not before having
this tragic stare-off
with his former wife
who's now a zombie.
He stares right down the lens
right into her eyes
hoping that she
still recognizes.
But it's too late?
Oh shit.
The barn goes up in flames.
So he runs in after her
convinced that all
of this is just one
big old crappy mistake.
And then what fucking happens?
And then she bites his
face off and he dies.
Jesus.
But he does it all from a
place of love and compassion.
It has love, story.
I wanna shoot it
predominantly in white
so you can get
that uncomfortable
fly on the wall
feeling, you know?
Yeah.
Shooting whites.
Oh fuck.
Nobody move.
Is that?
Oh!
What the fuck, why would?
What the fuck, why
would you do that?
You fucking kidding me?
You guys tied me up and put me
in a goddamn closet
next to a dead person.
You shot me in the fucking foot!
Well you'd both be
in handcuffs right now
if it wasn't for me.
Jesus.
I don't feel good.
You don't feel good?
You know what, I'm sorry.
My stomach.
Fuck you!
We could even figure
some other shit out
and looking down at
his fucking penis,
what the fuck was that?
Anyone who says they
haven't sucked a dick
to get ahead in
Hollywood is lying.
I haven't sucked any dick.
That's 'cause you're a girl.
Ew.
Are you gonna make me do it too?
What's happening to him?
Ah shit, it's the,
What's happening?
Chocolate cats, it's the
high, he's coming down.
The come down?
The fucking come down?
This is why.
It helps for your nausea.
If you can't come down,
you keep going up.
What is this?
It's a bag of dreams.
The best strain of magic
mushroom known to man.
Can someone please
go get some rope?
Why the fuck would I have rope?
Well I don't know,
rope is an ordinary
household item.
Not in a black man's house.
Okay, I'll drug him
with these shrooms
and then you can dump him
somewhere downtown later.
That, that's brilliant.
Then he will think
that he never met me.
This is all a dream.
Like a Biggie lyric.
Can we just tie him up first
before we shove poison
down his throat?
I mean he could be
concussed, right?
That's your fucking
problem, Evan.
You're always overthinking shit.
I didn't overthink!
Let me fucking
finish, Evan, okay?
That's your fucking problem!
You're always overthinking shit.
It can be simple.
That's why we'll never
fucking finish this script.
That's why we're in
this situation we're in
because your ass is
an over fucking...
I didn't overthink
throwing a hammer
at who I thought was
your stalker, did I?
Why are you fucking
yelling at my house?!
Quiet now!
I've done it, it's done.
Now what the fuck are
you fighting about?
He's fucking dead
because of you.
Dead?
What's that word mean anymore?
I envy the word.
You put us all at risk.
You can't manipulate
the world around you.
Oh, I can.
If you don't know that,
then you're already dead.
No.
It's not your second
act turning point.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It sounds fake, right?
Yup.
Yeah, it sounds fake.
Yeah.
Okay.
I think it needs
more action, you know?
Just because your characters
have been surrounded by death,
it doesn't mean they're
not affected by it.
No matter how heightened
your world is,
mortality should
still be mortality.
Try to let it manifest
in a fucked up way.
So yesterday, right?
I buy this pack of
natural chewing gum.
The packaging has
these big letters on it
that say "Bright Green".
And I had...
Until right now you
guys have never had
anything bad happen to
you before, have you?
Well have you?
Maybe.
Look baby, I told
you I was sorry, shit.
It's a fucked up...
No, I'm not talking
about you, ugh.
It's not about you all
the time, oh my god.
I fucked up.
Well now you have to tell us.
Now I have to tell you?
What do you think this is,
the fucking Breakfast club?
Yeah I love that fucking movie.
It is a good movie.
So are you gonna tell us?
What happened to you?
Ugh.
I was raped.
I was uh,
I was raped in uh, in college.
You know what,
no, no, excuse me.
You know the really, the
really weird part of it all
is that,
no one tells you that
that when a man forces
himself inside of you,
you don't always stay dry.
Like some animalistic
part tries to,
to make it work.
His body wanted it and,
mine welcomed it.
We're just animals, I guess.
Simple soulless animals.
No one tells you that.
You see?
That's exactly how uncomfortable
this second act turning
point needs to feel
it should feel awkward, weird.
I mean it's the lowest
point in the script, right?
So that stuff didn't
really happen to you?
No, but it's a
good story, right?
Isn't it obvious what
needs to happen at the end?
No, that's what
we're sitting here
trying to fucking figure out.
What?
What's your idea on the ending?
I don't know guys, you gave
me your pitch to distract me,
I'm not gonna tell you
anything unless I'm really in.
At this point, like what
does it even fucking matter?
Yes, you're in.
I mean, okay?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
But no tricks, no
lies, just business.
Just business.
Well it's the
witching hour, Angelenos
and there's only one
minute left of Halloween.
If you're not drunk by now or
you haven't been scared yet
you probably should
check your pulse
because you might
be dead already.
And you're sure
nobody goes in here?
Not a soul, I live next door.
It's vacant land.
Are we really gonna let
this girl direct our movie?
I mean how well do you know her?
A few months.
She was living in New York,
I convinced her
to move out here.
She's brilliant, trust me.
She's insane.
Fucking insane.
What great artist isn't?
Look at this shirt.
Huntley's so cool.
Yeah he was so cool.
There's no was when it
comes to us actors, my friend.
Just turn on the TV,
you'll see him again.
Actors can never be killed.
They're like frozen in
pop culture carbonite.
I mean he's Huntley
fucking Thomas.
Been around forever.
You never really die.
What if you die
before you're successful,
what then?
The egg cracks on
the outside, life ends.
It cracks from the
inside, life begins.
Sometimes you got to crack.
Did you come up with that?
I heard it in yoga once.
I like your shirt, man.
It's fucking cool.
I think the second round
of shrooms just kicked in.
Eh, take it.
Take it man, it's shit.
I see how you're looking at it.
You know what?
We'll let the
coyotes do the rest.
Oh god, this is
really fucking disturbing.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Wait, but.
At least he made
it into the 27 Club.
How?
Front door open.
Hey, did you
finish reading the script?
What did you think?
Yeah, it's actually pretty good
but how do you want it to end?
He awake yet?
God damn.
You knocked him out pretty good.
God, his pulse is racing.
You weren't wearing
that shirt before.
He stole it from a corpse.
What?
You fucking kidding me?
It's fucking
evidence, take it off.
You fucking carrot.
Fuck.
I'm gonna wear, I'm wearing
one of your shirts, okay?
Hey look at that,
that fucking shirt,
that's one of my
favorite fucking shirts.
Where are my keys?
I'll get the car.
No, you can't get the,
it's Halloween, there's
people everywhere.
So what are we gonna do then?
We finish the scene.
The scene is finished,
it's fine, finished.
No, okay, so they bury the body,
we think it's fine,
and then what?
It's got to keep moving.
And they shit themselves
to death, the end.
Well I know what I'm doing.
What are you, wait?
I know you didn't.
What about this?
What the, walk off with my...
What about the scripts?
What about it?
Well we've only
got two scenes to go.
Yeah, and?
Can't we just breathe
for a second, shit.
Would the hero
really run the risk
of burying him in the
middle of the night?
I mean why not just chop
him up into little pieces?
He still wouldn't
become a zombie.
You're overthinking it.
That's what he does.
No I don't.
Yes you do.
You know the one
thing that unifies
everyone alive today?
What?
We'll all be dead eventually.
Together.
And every story that's
unfolding right now,
one day there won't be a single
person alive to tell them.
So it's our job to show future
generations how we live now.
Which is probably
how we always lived
and how we always will.
That was deep shit.
We'll have it done by tomorrow.
We could be writing
it for another 10 years.
I mean how do we even
know when it's done?
You'll hear ringing in your ear.
Whenever you finish
something big,
you hear this
ringing in your ear.
It's called the White Noise.
The White Noise?
Yeah.
Most people never hear
it in their lifetime.
And you just hear this
everyday, I'm guessing.
Well you'd guess that, huh?
But no, never.
Never heard it.
Just heard about it.
Maybe one day.
Anyway, it's been a
strange night, guys.
Inspiration only comes
when the body's relaxed.
So let's relax.
Let's relax, right.
How are we supposed to do that?
Sex helps me.
So does dancing.
Ever heard of dance cardio?
That's where we met.
♪ Inside your head ♪
♪ Late at night watching
these films that feel bare ♪
♪ Lost your mind and when
you sit back stare and ♪
♪ Stopped rewinded
for you that ♪
♪ Is it all inside ♪
♪ My mind, oh no ♪
♪ Could it just be ♪
♪ Half of them to be ♪
♪ 'Cause I wanna look
as you lose your mind ♪
♪ Someone within the line ♪
♪ Just you there who
tears me a time ♪
♪ I'm sure you'll be fine ♪
♪ Did you leave it
back with yesterday ♪
♪ Or maybe you lost
it all this way ♪
♪ Don't be so silly boy ♪
♪ It's right here ♪
♪ You're the state ♪
Ah, um, I should,
I should get back to writing.
No, no, stay here.
Come on, let me
teach you to dance.
Look, I'm not, no,
I'm not a good dancer.
Wrong, I'm sure
you're a good dancer.
No, I'm bad.
Really bad.
I'm not coordinated at all.
Jazz, what the fuck, come on,
what are you doing?
Okay, I'm no.
Come on, you guys need help.
I'm not getting in
the way of this shit.
No.
The man wants to go, let him go.
No, he wants to stay with me.
It's not your business.
♪ You looked all right ♪
♪ Now when I look at
you and I say how ♪
♪ Do you do ♪
♪ That's what she says ♪
♪ Are you gonna be my man ♪
You took these fucking
pictures, didn't you?
You really think I'd stand there
and watch you fuck someone else?
Then who the
fuck took them then?
I don't know, anyone.
Can you please stop it now!
Fuck you!
They're inside!
What?
Whoever took these pictures
were inside the house.
The stalker.
What if they're
watching right now?
That means they seen all this.
Everything!
Fuck!
What the fuck?
It's my autopilot
surveillance drone.
It's attracted to
movement and heat.
I'ma set it to scan and
recharge every 30 minutes.
What does that mean?
I mean it
automatically recharges
and watches over the house.
Streams straight to my phone.
Okay, no, no, no, come on.
This is fucking insane.
We have to call the cops.
It's not a fucking option, Evan.
Someone broke into your house.
We killed someone tonight,
I killed someone tonight.
Accidentally.
Yeah so we call the cops
and explain that to them.
We're not these people.
We could explain to them
that it was self-defense.
That's what we explain to
them, it was self-defense.
So you're just gonna call
and tell them that
you hit somebody
in the back of the head
with a fucking hammer?
It looks premeditated!
Shh.
And then what are we
supposed to tell them
about the cop in the closet?
We're not gonna be able
to tell them anything
if this fucking psycho got
photos from tonight, are we?
Jesus, we killed Huntley Thomas.
Hey listen, Huntley
isn't a zombie, okay?
He's still gonna
be dead tomorrow.
He's gonna be dead next week
and the week after.
We're creating
something now, okay?
Something amazing and meaningful
which is so much
more important than
one actor's life, by the way.
And you're about to finish.
You're about to finish tonight.
So turn yourselves in
tomorrow if you have to,
just don't do it tonight.
Why are you helping us?
Huh, why are you here?
You could have had us
arrested, you could have left.
And ruin an opportunity?
Wouldn't have much
of a movie to direct
without the movie star.
Or the writer.
Look, this is how Huntley
Thomas would have wanted it.
This creation, our movie.
They're gonna talk about
this for a hundred years.
This is pop culture
like a motherfucker!
Come on, even Officer Duane.
He's gonna be in on it too.
We're all gonna be
fucking legends.
I'ma go check the gate code,
switch all that shit
up, lock everything up.
You guys go check out
the secret garden.
He comes back, we gonna be
ready for that motherfucker.
Shit.
Drug him and dump
him somewhere downtown.
So where's the perfect
place to hide a body?
Why are you friends with him?
Why am I friends with him?
Why did you date him?
I don't know, I guess he
makes things adventurous.
He does.
I met him on my
first day in New York.
No way.
Yup.
I met him on my
first day in I.A.
Wait, really?
Yeah, I was an extra on this
movie that he was shooting.
He rescued me from
this insane producer
who was yelling at me for eating
before the casting crew, and um,
it was fucking amazing.
Just this movie star
sticking up for a nobody.
You're too smart to be a nobody.
You don't need him.
You know that, right?
Do you?
You need to leave.
Don't tell Raffy, but
I'm calling the cops.
We're not murderers.
Just, I'm calling
them this time.
I can't do this.
I'm here for you, Raffy.
Raffy.
Raffy Rivers.
Leave me alone.
Leave me the fuck alone.
I don't wanna be famous no more.
Leave me alone.
The fuck you
looking at, let's go.
Oh shit, where
the fuck is this party?
Did you see something?
No, you?
No.
You okay?
Raffy?
I'm supposed to be
turning 28 next year.
I used to count these every day.
I thought I'd be better by now.
Have more control.
You know, making shit
that I actually wanna do.
I actually cared about.
I ain't been offered anything.
Not one fucking offer
since Underwater Sinners tanked.
You're Raffy Rivers.
You're a movie star.
One bad film isn't
gonna kill your career.
I guess Raffy Rivers
is all washed up.
That was a good pun.
Raffy Rivers, all washed up.
I know.
Look, man, you're
the real artist.
You're the talented one.
Me, no.
No I'm not, you are.
This movie, our movie,
we need to finish it.
This shit could be amazing.
I believe that.
Shit, you got to believe.
You got to believe
it could be amazing.
My acting agent dropped me.
When?
This morning.
I didn't tell you, so.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
You're writing, I'm
directing and he's starring.
That's what we're doing.
Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em!
Come on!
Fuck these motherfuckers!
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck 'em!
Woo!
Fuck 'em!
Fuck Harvey!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Every movie I did, we
could do that shit!
Your burning ambition?
Ah, so you remember.
Come on.
Ah.
I truly believe in you.
No, stop it.
You get an opportunity.
Please, what
are you talking about.
Isn't everyone preying
on everyone's ambition?
Ready?
Yeah, yeah.
He's dead.
He's dead because of you.
Dead?
What does that mean anymore?
I mean...
Stop, stop, stop.
Can you try it all again,
but without any dialogue?
Why?
Why not?
No, why don't we just
switch the words around?
We'll just change
the line when he,
No, no, no.
It's the weird part
where he goes into the...
No words.
No words, okay.
You're having
fun with this, huh?
Just connect with each other.
Do it.
Okay, action.
Oops.
Guess that one had nuts in it.
What's happening,
what's wrong with him?
You okay?
Damn, E.
You look terrified.
You should probably take a
selfie, where's your phone?
Oh that's right.
I told you to take his phone.
I didn't tell you to kill him.
He's fine.
He's just allergic to nuts.
You understand why we
couldn't call the cops, right?
It would ruin everything
that we've worked for.
You don't wanna do that.
You should see this
as an opportunity.
I mean, you're right
there on death's doorstep
but you have a magical
adrenaline shot
that fixes everything instantly.
It's like an antidote
to your kryptonite.
Okay, well what do we do now?
You just relax!
No, we have to help him,
he's fucking dying right now.
He's not dying!
Yes he is, look!
He has six minutes of life.
Well, five minutes
and 30 seconds.
Relax.
I'm giving him inspiration.
How many people can
say that they walked
through the gates of
hell and survived.
How does it feel to
taste your own mortality?
Man, it's a special moment.
It's a gift.
You're crazy.
When you're on
your real deathbed,
you'll look back at this moment,
and it won't be so scary.
All right.
Where's the adrenaline shot?
Where is it?
You have an adrenaline?
It should be his clothes.
Where is it?
Jacket, jacket.
Jacket, jacket!
Okay, where's it, where's your,
where's his jacket?
I don't fucking know!
Hey Evan, where's your jacket?
Huh?
Huntley, shit!
Ah!
Come on, come on.
Kssh!
Get off!
Fuck!
I got it!
Take his pants off!
It goes in his leg!
The coyotes are falling for
the bait, so we're good!
Evan?
Sora, off.
Sora, off!
Yo!
You win.
You got me.
You scared the shit
out of me, man.
Thought I almost killed you.
Hello?
Front door open.
Madness drives ambition.
How many times was it?
Whoever took these pictures
were inside the house!
Who took this picture?
The fuck?
How did you even fucking...
I always keep an extra
one of these in my car.
But thank you for
bringing this back.
These things are
fucking expensive.
The fuck out of here.
What's this?
It's your turn.
Russian Roulette,
classic and old school.
You know how I know
this shit isn't loaded,
'cause you're too
pussy for that.
Too much of a fucking pussy.
Then why do you have
it aimed at my head?
Just put it to your head
and pull the trigger once.
Got a one in six chance.
Who came up with this
little shitty cliche, hmm?
You or him?
Are you scared?
This moment's a gift, bro.
Can you taste your
own mortality?
I don't feel shit.
Oh yeah?
How about now?
I think you wanted me to
kill Huntley on purpose.
One less actor to compete with.
You, you, think this script
is gonna change something, huh?
It's gonna fucking
change your life, huh?
You're gonna be some
big fucking movie star
after this bullshit?
Come on, Evan!
My fucking agent would
never let me co star
in a movie with you.
If they were gonna hire you,
who would they call, huh?
You are a unemployed
actor in Los Angeles
with no fucking money
and no agent.
You pull that trigger on me
and I will fucking kill you.
You know how I know
this shit is not loaded?
Because you fucking need me.
Both of you.
You ain't shit without me.
I loved you.
I loved you and
you fucked with me.
Told you.
I'm a entity to you.
Got me tied up in
this fucking chair
and I still hold all the cards.
Raffy Rivers.
Who are you?
A nobody.
Fucking pathetic.
Fuck are you doing?!
Ah, fuck!
You've had the knife
behind you the whole time?
Fuck, ah!
It was all pretend!
It was.
No, no!
All of this, I set it
up, it was all pretend.
What?
I had the agents call
you and let you go.
Why?
I thought it was the
firecracker that you needed
to finish this script.
So I have an agent?
Yes, yes, you got
a fucking agent.
And Huntley, he's still alive?
Nah, he's still dead.
And...
Scene.
You guys.
It's crazy.
You can pretty much do
anything you want in this town
if you have a good
enough costume.
Someone smells good today.
It's fucking him.
Who?
The stalker.
No.
No, no, no, no.
The whole world is your stalker.
I just take the photos, man.
It was uh,
it was a lot of fun watching you
fuck that shorty while you were
wherever you were.
She has much bigger
titties than you.
All right man,
that's fucking enough!
Did you know that they gave
me 45 grand for that shot?
45 thousand dollars!
It's my masterpiece.
That's why you've been
fucking with me, huh?
45, that's why you've
been fucking with me?
The crazier you
get, the richer I get.
Sorry bro, it's just business.
And I knew the shit
was gonna hit the fan
when you came home and found out
he was cocksawing
through everything.
So I came back to
get that killer shot.
I didn't expect to
find three killers.
Front door open.
Front door open.
What the?
Fuck calling
the cops, man, help me.
You know, he'd
probably still be alive
if he hadn't seen
me hiding there.
Winning.
I like your shirt.
What?
Your shirt, where'd you get it?
This isn't mine.
It's that drone
recording everything?
And it streams to my phone.
How are you feeling?
Lugging Huntley's body
into the block next door.
What?
What are you saying?
You must be exhausted.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Nice try, you stupid bitch.
I didn't kill anybody.
Well it sucks that
your fingerprints
are on the gun though.
You should apologize for shooting
Raffy Rivers in the foot.
No!
No, fuck you.
Especially while
impersonating a police officer.
Stop it.
Stop moving, stop moving!
E!
Fuck you all!
Fuck you!
I can hear it.
The White Noise, I can hear it.
The hero needs to die.
That's the end.
You actually loaded it.
It was loaded the whole time.
I thought it was the
firecracker you needed.
I can hear it.
I can hear.
We're gonna need another writer.
♪ I had one look last summer ♪
♪ That won everyday ♪
♪ The day the beach
was so crowded ♪
♪ When she passed my way ♪
♪ She thought that
I looked so lonely ♪
I'm pretty sure it
was Nostradamus who said
the most massive
stars in the universe
have the shortest lives.
Just look at the 27 Club.
A bunch of famous people
with shitloads of money
leads to boredom,
leads to temptation,
leads to shitty decisions,
leads to total self-destruction.
When you're not a slave
to need or to God,
what the fuck else
is there to do?
Become a slave to
something else.
If you know what owns
you and you ignore it,
then life's pretty crappy.
And if you know what
owns you and you let it,
life's fucking awesome.
Especially in Hollywood.
♪ On that summer day ♪
♪ Lucky day ♪
♪ That set my life awhirl ♪
♪ Now that summer's here again ♪
♪ Will you still be my girl ♪
♪ Summer day ♪
♪ Lucky day ♪
♪ Summer's here again ♪
♪ We couldn't find the
pieces to this puzzle ♪
♪ I've got good eyes
from all these things ♪
♪ That don't fit together ♪
♪ One another and more ♪
♪ Days go by ♪
♪ And yet I'm still trying ♪
♪ I feel like an animal ♪
♪ Ready to fly ♪
♪ But I'm stuck inside of
these questions in my mind ♪
♪ Just look around
you so you remember ♪
♪ All that I gave you ♪
♪ But you still want more ♪
♪ Just let me hold you ♪
♪ Fill this void in your heart ♪
♪ Well take a deep breath ♪
♪ It won't be long this ♪
♪ There's nothing great here ♪
♪ Or come with thunder ♪
♪ True love awaits ♪
♪ Don't throw it
around your head ♪
♪ Let's go take the
pieces of our puzzles ♪
♪ Throw them off the cliff ♪
♪ And follow after ♪
♪ 'Cause everything
will come together ♪
♪ And every step I take ♪
♪ Is another day ♪
♪ Just look around you ♪
♪ So you remember ♪
♪ All that I gave you ♪
♪ But you still want more ♪
♪ Just let me hold you ♪
♪ Through this war
in your heart ♪
♪ We'll take a deep breath ♪
♪ It won't be long this ♪
♪ There's nothing great here ♪
♪ I'll come without you ♪
♪ True love awaits ♪
♪ Don't throw it
around in your head ♪