Poker Face (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Exit Stage Death - full transcript

Jesus, Michael.

You want to 'Gram
with the shrine?

No, I'm, uh. I'm good.

Well, Kathleen.

- Welcome to the life.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, sweetheart.

Kathleen, I'd love for
you to meet my wife, Ava.

Ava, I'd like for you
to meet my mortal enemy,

Kathleen Townsend.

Kathleen.

It is a pleasure to
finally meet you.



Well, likewise. Likewise.

- Congratulations, newlyweds.
- Thank you.

A May-December romance
really warms my heart.

Aww, that's so sweet.

- And you look wonderful, by the way.
- Thank you.

I think I recognize that
outfit from season six.

Okay, well, I will leave
the two of you to catch up.

Behave.

Congratulations.

Not bad.

I mean, a year ago,

you were doing
insurance commercials

with talking beavers.

And now, now you have all this



She have family money?

Oh no. Ava is 100% self-made.

She founded a discount
online brokerage for women...

She Trade.

So this is a treat.

After three years radio silence.

What is this? Some
kind of 12-Step thing?

You're a rage-a-holic?
You here to make amends?

No.

This isn't easy for me, Michael.

I know that we have hurt
each other in the past.

I know that I have
hurt you terribly.

But I have to ask
you for a favor.

Uh-huh?

I want you to do a play with me.

What? It's one night
only. Regional theater.

Oh, but they have
very deep pockets.

I think some of the donors are
big "Spooky" fans actually.

They offered big money.

What's the play?

"The Ghosts of Pensacola."

Ugh. Listen, even 30 years
ago, that mope-fest sucked.

Those were the best
reviews of our career.

It's a low bar.

Michael, do you know

that if you died tomorrow,

you would be remembered

for Spooky and the Cop.

Well, that's great.

That means I provided
joy to a lot of people.

You are an artist.

It rages in your blood.

I know your soul.

I remember what the fire
was like on that stage.

Okay, I think you're
overselling it, darling.

The primal connection we had

before the success,

before the feuds
and the tabloids.

Oh yeah, and the "People"
magazine interview

where you implied
that I couldn't read.

I said I was sorry.

It's still on my Wikipedia page.

There's a whole
subheading. "Illiteracy."

Michael, I'm desperate.

Please, I'm begging you.

I will do anything you want.

I will prostrate
myself publicly.

But I need this.

Do you know what it's like for
an actress of a certain age?

You go from mom to senator

to dementia patient.

And, and I need the money.

Well, I'm sorry,
Kathleen. The answer's no.

Okay.

But if you need some cash,
I could, I could ask Ava.

Oh, fuck you!

And fuck you, bitch.

Fuckin' motherfuckers!

- Fuck!
- Jesus Christ.

Motherfucker!

Oh God.

Michael, I
keep asking you

to keep your pills on you.

What if I'm not here?

- Ava...
- Your heart.

It's just seeing Kathleen

makes my blood pressure spike.

I'll get a massage
from Jean Marc.

- Darling.
- Mm?

Perhaps you should reconsider.

I worry.

You know, my money, my career,

all of... this.

You miss the limelight.

But with Kathleen?

Oh, come on.

It was 30 years ago.

I'm sure you've both
grown since then.

Hmm?

You manipulating, lying shrew!

Oh, grow up, you're a kept man.

You should be used to taking
direction from a woman.

There is no way

I'm letting you
direct this damn play!

Whoops, I am.

And you would have known that

had you read your contract

or had someone read it to you.

Oh, okay, great. I'm in hell!

And get this dog off the stage

before I kick it
for three points.

Come here, Fosse.

Um, could
we possibly discuss

my character's clubfoot
for just a moment?

Because I would feel personally
a lot more comfortable

if somebody from the
clubfoot community

were advising.

- Oh God. Really?
- Yeah.

Just get out
there and hobble, honey.

That's the lunch menu, sir.

I'll have a club sandwich
with a side order of a gun.

Um, uh, and also, Harry, if
it's not too much trouble,

thanks, could you get me
a hibiscus tea, please?

With milk. Um, but
not almond milk.

I know people like
it, but I'm allergic

to all tree nuts and
legumes, actually.

- Of course, you are.
- Well, no, I am.

So if those dog treats
are peanut-based,

because they smell peanut-based

and they say peanut
butter on them,

I could go into
anaphylactic shock actually.

Hold on. What
the fuck is that?

What?

That thing on your lap.

What is it?

My script?

Would you like a representative

of the off-book
community present?

You know, this is
not a TikTok, baby.

This is my stage!

And you show up knowing
your goddamn lines.

These fucking millennials.

Don't worry.
You're doing great.

You've already lasted
longer than John Stamos.

Where is my stage manager Bill?

- Phil.
- Okay, Bill,

we are going to run this play

the exact same way
we did in 1991.

The timing on my trapdoor exit

at the finale

must be exactly the same.

Well, we don't do
trapdoor drops anymore.

It, it isn't safe.

There's a 15-foot drop down

to a concrete floor underneath,
and union regulations state...

Okay, I did that drop
every night for one year.

Frank Rich called
it "effective."

Okay, well, that was
a long time, uh, uh...

Say the word "ago."

Go ahead.

I want you to.

Um... I'll make it
as safe as I can.

Don't knock yourself out, Phil.

Okay, everyone, come on.

We have four days to
make magic happen here.

Places, everybody.

Places.

Okay,
people, to review...

Every time a military
jet flies over,

I want everything on
this stage to shake.

Shake! You got it. Everything.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Now, on the third flyover,

that is the cue for
Michael's monologue.

If he can manage
to hit his mark.

Is that big enough?
Can you see it?

Okay. Now, Bill.

Bill, I would like to
run through my monologue

all the way till the end
till the trapdoor fall.

It's Phil.

Yeah, we're ready!
Everything's good!

It was cold in
Pensacola that winter.

Unnatural cold.

Frost that comes too
soon and stays too long.

Maybe forever.

The mist rises up and...

Don't move!

The mist rises up
and covers your toes.

Then you waste.

The waves.

They want to meet the clouds.

The mother and child
reaching out...

for each other...

Oh, goddamn you!

- What the hell...!
- Hey, Kathleen.

Why don't you grab me some
extra thousand island dressing

while you're back there.

Oh!

- Son of a bitch!
- Mats work.

- Hey.
- What?

I almost broke my goddamn neck!

- I'm done. I'm out. I quit.
- Good.

You walk out now,
you're on the hook

for a $200,000 kill fee.

So maybe you want to talk
to your wife about it first.

The one who pays your allowance.

It's worth every penny!

You know,
I'm not so sure,

because I think if she knew

about all your dalliances,
maybe not so much.

Alright. You want some
mutually-assured destruction?

- Yeah.
- I got you, baby.

- Bring it.
- Because I'm working on my memoirs,

and I got a whole
chapter about...

Acapulco.

You signed an NDA.

Yeah, well, now I got NFs to G.

Alright, I'll do your damn play,

but I tell you this... The
doomsday clock is ticking.

And when the curtains
drop on this play tonight,

you can kiss your
career goodbye.

You might want to
check your prenup.

Because tomorrow,

Ava is getting a
little info in the mail

about Chyna with a "Y."

I'm not bluffing.

I know.

You're not a good enough actor.

Okay. Five minutes to
call, people. Five minutes.

- Found it.
- Thank you.

I got you a
seat right up front

so I can see you.

Lucky me.

Break a leg.

Ava. Ava darling.

I just wanted to thank you.

Sorry?

Well, I know that
you convinced Michael

to do the play with me, and...

I just... thank you.

Oh, Kathleen. Oh.

No, see, I knew that
working with you would be

such a fucking nightmare
that it would kill off

Michael's silly
little acting bug

once and for all, and voilà.

So, thank you.

Psycho.

That bitch's teeth
don't even match.

The fuck is going on here?

- Break a leg, Michael.
- Oh!

Better not let Kathleen
catch you with those.

What is she going
to do, fire me?

A man can dream.

Brrrr!

Tomcat?

No, that's a Phantom.

Don't know why they bother.

They say our boys will
be home by Christmas.

What are
you afraid of?

What
will become of her?

I'm afraid that, that she has

too much of both
of us inside her.

I'm afraid that she
has a gunmetal heart.

Like you.

Summer felt like winter

felt like spring.

Fucking hack!

Pathetic excuse for a man.

You ball-busting harpy.

Ow. Ouch. Ouch.

Goddamn son of a
fucking piece of shit.

You
washed-up has-been.

You pathetic
preening prick!

You are such a failure.

You think you're an actress?

You're a joke.

A lying, philandering failure.

The whole crew used
to laugh at you.

Actress? More like hacktress.

You impotent baby.

How the fuck did I put up
with you all these years?

You shriveled
prune. Ah, ah!

Not as shriveled
as your tiny little dick!

Asshole.

You vain, backstabbing hag.

What kind of god!

Bobby.

Bobby, I want my heart to soar.

I will dance on your grave.

I'll piss on your grave.

It feels like
a storm is brewin'.

Did you close the
windows, sweetheart?

Oh baby. I saw the Crawford
boy down the supermarket today.

He works at the base now.

- Stop it, Mama.
- Stop what?

Stop it! Just stop thinking

that any man would ever want me.

Oh, no, I didn't say
that about your foot.

- No!
- Oh no.

They say that there are two
types of men in Pensacola:

pilots, and the men who
keep 'em up in the air.

And if you forget,
they'll remind you.

Some folks say that that's why
they fly their jets so low.

Make us spill our
morning coffee.

Always looking up at the skies

in fear.

Just to keep us in our place.

Look out!

Michael!

Ava.

Shit.

Ava! Ava!

Oh, my God!

Oh no!

I think we've
got everything we need.

And again, I'm so
sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Oh, I'll give you
guys some privacy.

I just want you to know
that "Spooky and the Cop"

made me choose a career
in law enforcement.

Thank you. I can't tell you
how many times I've heard that.

That was the performance
of a lifetime.

You did it, darling.

We did it.

We did it.

Come on, you threw
a tip at a customer.

You know what, it was a dime.

And you ate someone's bacon.

They were ignoring me.

You are the worst
waitress I've ever had.

And I ran a Cracker
Barrel in the Green Zone.

That last part was unnecessary.

But thank you for your service.

Okay. God.

Well, as firings go,

hardly my best work.

Not bad for a matinee.

You happen to know anyplace else

that's looking for
a subpar waitress

that doesn't require
paperwork or references?

Well, actually, half
hours, good tips.

Mm, no benefits.

Seasonal work, so it pays cash.

I can put in a good word for
you if you're interested.

Well, that actually
sounds pretty perfect.

What's the catch?

- ♪ Philadelphia ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Am I helping ya? ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Who's your daddy?
And by that, I mean ♪

- ♪ Founding Father?
- ♪ Franklin ♪

- ♪ Who? Ben Franklin ♪
- ♪ You ♪

♪ It's no surprise ♪

♪ I'm healthy and
wealthy and wise ♪

♪ I've been struck
by lightning ♪

♪ Anyone can see ♪

♪ A great big storm
and a little old kite ♪

♪ Helped me find the key ♪

This is hell.

♪ I'm all about the Benjamin ♪

Okay,
people, to review...

Every time a military
jet flies over,

I want everything on
this stage to shake.

Morning, Jer. Miss me?

Shh! I'm listening to
the tech rehearsal.

I'll take that as a
yes. What is this...

Bill! Bill!

The big magilla they've
been working on all week.

That's Kathleen Townsend
and Michael Graves

doing "Ghosts of
Pensacola" here.

I'm losing my shit.

Hey, hey. No, that's not food.

It's a prop. Prop food.

- Respect it.
- Well, this is, this is food.

This is food. You're nuts.

Listen up. No
peanuts in anything.

The third banana
onstage has an allergy.

It's our one-night-only
gala event.

It's a sellout, and I don't
get halibut every day.

So I need
everyone on their toes. Okay.

Wait. Charlie. No!

Oh, goddamn you!

What the hell?!

Hey, Kathleen.

Why don't you grab me some extra

thousand island dressing
while you're back there?

What?

Son of a bitch!

Mats work!

Bring me the Philistine.

Oh, please, God, no,
don't break another wig.

- Hey.
- Now you listen to me.

When an actor is performing,

you don't sneeze,
you don't breathe.

You don't dump fucking ice

in a fucking frozé dispenser.

Okay, listen, lady, I,
I, I, I really. I just...

I'm just doing my job here.

What, do you think people
come here for the food?

Well, yeah. I mean, kind of.

Uh... You know, I'm
just a waitress.

It's not really my fault
that this place came

with a talking wall.

That stage is an altar

where we bare our souls

in search of the truth.

Now you will respect
that, young lady,

or you can hit the
fucking bricks.

The truth.

Wow. Uh, yeah, sorry.

I just, I happen to know a
thing or two about the truth,

so I'll tell you.

You got Patrick
Swayze, "Roadhouse."

Jennifer Jason Leigh,
"Single White Female."

Christian Slater,
"True Romance."

Truth, truth, truth. Now, you.

Uh, well, I did happen to catch

a few words through
the rainstorm.

And I'll tell you the truth, I
didn't believe a single word.

In fact, I would say that
that's maybe the biggest batch

of bullshit I've
heard in my whole,

yeah, whole entire life.

Jesus.

I get it. I'll see myself out.

I haven't been spoken
to that way in 30 years.

Uh-huh.

- Does this mean I'm not fired.
- Fired?

My God. What you're
giving me is gold.

It's fuel.

I live off it. I use it.

And you're lucky you
took those earbuds out

because you're about to hear
the performance of a lifetime.

I love your work.

Hey.

Hey.

You survived a face full

of Kathleen Townsend, kid.

Uh, I mean, you seem
like a normal guy, Phil.

How are you putting up
with these theater people?

Well, you got to love 'em,
and you got to understand 'em.

I mean, what Kathleen
said, she's right.

What happens on that
stage is a kind of magic.

And I get to see
someone hit with it,

truly transformed by it for
the first time every show.

That's probably why
I keep doing it.

Well, you're a better
man than me, Phil.

Well, everything I
said and, but also,

Jack Daniels

is my dramaturg.

Now you see, this is the kind
of pep talk I can get behind.

One
night only, kid.

After opening, this is all over.

To opening night.

Excuse me, darling.

Can you get me
absolutely shit-faced?

Oh, you'll never see the
bottom of that glass.

You mean like you?

Summer felt like winter

felt like spring.

Makes you miss the
hip-hop Ben Franklin.

I didn't know what the
seasons felt like...

you washed-up has-been.

You pathetic, preening prick!

Glad someone's riveted.

Actress.
You're a joke.

Kathleen and Michael
are fighting backstage,

and they forgot to
turn off their mics.

Failure.

The whole crew
used to laugh at you.

- You weren't kidding.
- Actress? More like hacktress.

Hold on, if we can hear this,

you realize who else
can hear it, right?

And I always ask
myself, why, God, why?

- But Bobby always made me feel...
- Prune!

Not as shriveled
as your tiny little dick!

Asshole!

You vain,
backstabbing hag.

Who's talking? Is
that the ghost?

That's all I've ever wanted.

Oh. Feels like a
storm is brewin'.

I saw the Crawford boy
down the supermarket today.

He asked about you.

- Thanks.
- Oh, stop it, Mama!

Stop thinking that any
man would ever want me.

- Kill me.
- Oh!

There are two
kinds of men in Pensacola...

Pilots, and the men who
keep 'em up in the air.

And if you forget,
they'll remind you.

Watch Kathleen.

Some folks
say that's why...

She's so present.

Look at her.

Fear and anticipation
in her eyes.

Yeah, you're right.

This is the first time
I've really believed her.

Look out!

Ava!

- Michael!
- Oh!

Ava!

Ava! Ava!

Oh, my God!

I mean, look,
it's not your fault.

A woman fell to her
death on my stage.

How is it not my fault?

Because it was a
crazy accident, okay?

I mean, just think
about all the things

that had to go wrong.

The light fell. Michael
had a heart attack.

His wife ran up with his pills

after I poured her a bottle
of the good stuff, by the way.

If any one of those
things hadn't happened,

you and me will be
outside by the dumpsters

ranking Christopher
Nolan movies right now.

No, as soon as the
curtain goes up,

it's all my responsibility.

I guess I'm lucky.

All the cops had to do
is check my thermos,

and I'd be sitting in a cell.

Come on. I know you.

It was just a
little Irish coffee

to take the edge off, right?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Maybe I'm a lightweight now.

I know I checked that
bolt and those pads.

It's the last thing
I remember before...

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Jesus. Should you be
leaving those out?

Baby, I'm an actress.

If I didn't have a bottle of
Ambien in my dressing room,

people would ask questions.

Yeah, it's too bad about Phil.

It's not like he's
in jail or anything.

He just went a little overboard.

Wow. You really missed your
window for playing a femme fatale.

Now, I can remind
the whole world

what Kathleen Townsend can do.

And the world is watching.

What are you talking about?

We are trending, baby.

Right now,

people are watching us.

They are really watching.

And I never got to
deliver my monologue.

- No.
- Yes.

One last performance. Tonight.

- No.
- For Ava.

- No.
- For Ava.

Fuck that.

What happened to we hide
out overseas for a year

and then reemerge
confessing our love.

You wrote the script, baby.

I know. I wrote it.

- And now I'm flipping it.
- No.

I'm flipping the
script entirely.

Yes. Your tragedy is
what drew us together.

It's risky.

Oh, baby...

don't you want to be
together right now?

- Yes.
- Hmm?

Don't you think we
should start spending

some of that She Trade money.

- Oh yes.
- Hmm?

The spotlight's ours, baby.

Let's get it while it's hot.

So let me get this straight,

a woman dies right in our faces

and instead of giving
us grief counseling,

we have to work.

Theater people are so strong.

I don't know, it just, it,
it doesn't make any sense.

I mean, the dude had a coronary,

and then his wife died.

Like, what doctor
signed off on this?

Find a seat for Sheriff Ed.

He's some crazy "Spooky
and the Cop" fan.

It's a sellout. If he
doesn't have a ticket...

Give the lawman what he wants.

He just dealt with the
richest woman in Connecticut

getting killed by
a drunk stagehand.

Oh, come on. Bullshit.

Thin ice.

Get out there and keep your job.

What do you want?

Oh, don't worry about Fosse.

He's very well-behaved today.

So I thought it was weird

that Michael was going over
his dialogue for the show

since he didn't miss a
single line in rehearsal.

So I checked in his coat
pocket and lo and behold,

this is not dialogue from
"Ghosts of Pensacola."

This is the fight that
the two of you had

during my monologue.

The fight that you used
to cover up Ava's murder.

Sweetheart, Michael
and I are workshopping

a new play by a
brilliant new writer,

and we're running
lines backstage.

That might fly if I had seen

the two of you
backstage together.

But I didn't. You were gone.

And my monologue gave
you just enough time

to sabotage the light
and the trapdoor.

So you did it.

You watch too much "Dateline."

No, but I
have been watching

a heck of a lot of
"Spooky and the Cop."

And this exact thing happens

in season six, episode
11, "Exit Stage Death."

You lazy assholes didn't even
bother to change the dialogue.

So, um... here's my price.

And here is my bank info.

So if that money is
not in my account

by the end of the play tonight,

I'm going to the police.

Oh, and one last thing.

I killed that fucking
monologue, okay?

So don't you ever
upstage me again.

Fucking boomers.

Okay, what are we going to do?

We have to pay.
We have no choice.

Just delivering the prop food.

Oh, I belong here.

Yeah. Okay, sir, prop food.

Jesus.

Ten
minutes to curtain.

Ten minutes to curtain.

Phil's preshow checklist.

Oh shit. I got to
do the checklist.

Wow.

He ticked off the flappy door
checkbox before the show.

- It's here.
- So?

If he secured the flappy door,

that means that
someone unsecured it.

That means it
wasn't Phil's fault

and it wasn't an accident.

Is anyone else besides Kathleen

supposed to go through
that flappy door?

Her big trapdoor moment?
Are you kidding me?

That means that
Kathleen was the target.

I gotta text Phil.

Oh, my God.

- Hey.
- It's Charlie.

It wasn't your fault.

It was sabotage. S-A-B-O-O...

- That doesn't seem right.
- The show is about to start.

Oh, my God, dude, dude,
we just figured out

that someone is trying
to kill Kathleen.

Now you're going to give them
another whack at the piñata.

But the show is about to start!

Oh, if it isn't my
fiercest critic.

Are you here to give me some
notes before my swan song?

It wasn't
Phil's fault.

He was framed.

So I think someone drugged him

and futzed with the floor door.

I mean, I don't know why,

but I think you were the target.

Me?

You're the only one who was
supposed to stand on it, so...

I walk across it many times

and did not fall through.

My blocking is very vigorous.

- Okay, uh...
- Look,

things happen in the
theater all the time.

Entire sets collapse.

Live wires get exposed,

they electrocute actors.

But we persevere.

Hey, I-I'm so sorry. I don't
think you're hearing me.

Someone's trying to kill you.

I'm not going to let
you go back out there.

I'm already on.

Now get out of my room.

Wardrobe.

Tomcat?

No, that's a Phantom.

I don't know why they bother.

They say our boys will
be home by Christmas.

Cue 38.

Listen, is that Phil?

Give me that.

- Phil, Phil.
- Hey.

Listen, I, I, I don't get it.

I mean, the bolt must
have been in place

until Ava walked across it.

Did you see anybody
else down there?

Nobody.

Look, Charlie, I appreciate

what you're trying to
do, but just let it go.

No can do, Phil.

I'm like De Niro at
the end of "Heat," man.

So stay tuned.

I need to see the video
of last night's show.

Well, be my guest.
Take the curse off me.

It's like the video
from "The Ring,"

but with Phil gone,
I'm the stage manager

and I have nothing to
go on except this video

and Phil's notes
from last night.

Hey, hey, hey.

What is that?

Is that smoke?

Looks like dry ice.

Where do you keep
this, uh, dry ice?

Ow! Ow! Ow!

You okay?

Jesus. I-I got to
talk to Kathleen.

Hey, wait. Stop!

See that? It's a sight line.

You can't cross it,
you're in the play.

Bobby was
my unexpected gift.

Shameful as it was,

I loved him so.

He liked the stars
that moved fast,

like his aircraft.

Hey, I
figured it out.

The bolt was dry ice.

Excuse me. That means
that someone definitely...

The crickets are
certainly very active.

Off! Off the stage.

Oh, these crickets are wild.

Off the stage.

They need to stop, the crickets.

Get off the stage.

You need to stop now.

You need to get off the stage.

- Um, Garrett...
- Jesus!

What are you doing smoking
that filthy thing in the house.

You'll give Daisy pleurisy
if you don't watch out.

Mother, I smoke.

Does that shock you?

That's right. I
smoke cigarettes.

Your daughter, your little girl.

- Thank God.
- It suits me. It calms my spirit...

- Hey!
- And it eases my mind.

Uh, yeah, well,
looks like we got us

a real smoker, Savannah.

Good for you, Daisy.

Hey, what are you doing?

I myself enjoy smoking

by the window over here.

Let me go. Let me go!

Smoke is going to be
the death of all of us.

I know what let's do...

let's bake something together.

A key lime pie.

Like when you were
a little girl.

I'm not a little
girl anymore, Mama.

It was Michael!

His fingers are burned
from the dry ice

he used to rig the floor.

There's supposed to be
milk in here somewhere.

Oh, there.

Michael was on stage
the entire time.

No, the chubby foot monologue,
that was three minutes.

- He could have...
- Our argument.

Everyone heard
it. You heard it.

Now, what the fuck are
you even talking about?

You almost caught the bus, lady.

That falling light
saved your life.

If I were a refrigerator,
would you pay attention to me?

Exactly. And do you think he
rigged the light to kill himself?

The light?

Watching
life like his old man!

Why did I push Bobby? Why?

You only told him to aim high.

Isn't that what we all
want for our children?

Oh.

But when I saw him
in those dress blues.

Oh, that
boy was born to fly.

Was he happy, our son?

Was he happy?

Oh, baby, you
and I both know that

Bobby was never happy

other than when he was up
there flying with the birds...

If that matters. If
anything matters.

I love you.

That matters.

The truth.

I love you, too.

Hey, hey, chubby foot.

Uh, we've got a situation here.

Who are you? Did you just
come down from the lights?

It doesn't matter.
So I thought

that Michael was trying
to kill Kathleen,

but I was wrong.

It was his wife, and
they were in it together.

Michael and Kathleen.

You see, they don't
hate each other.

- They love each other.
- Why are you telling me this?

- I'm about to go on.
- Oh, because...

Excuse me. You can prove it.

You see, it was during your
foot club speech thing.

He was futzing with
the flappy door,

and she, she was
messing with the light.

What was it? Three
minutes, right?

Yes. But I saw the two of
them backstage together,

so they couldn't possibly
have done it, okay.

So... will you leave me
alone. I have to go on.

Wait, why are you lying?

Wait, are you in
love with him too?

Will you please leave me alone?

Are you a thruple?

- Shit.
- Mama.

Do you think Billy
Crawford will come calling?

Oh, I could call his mother
and ask her, couldn't I?

No, never mind, Mama.
Forget I mentioned it.

I will.

Do you think there could
be a sign or somethin'?

Fucking actors, man.

Chubby foot. Very hardcore.

Shhh.

Quiet, quiet, hey!

Who wants a yummy, yummy

little peanut butter treat?

Oh shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Look, honey, I
made you a little snack.

Oh, Jesus.

- Thank you, Mama.
- Oh shit.

Hey.

Who eats the prop?

- Which actor eats the Chex Mix?
- Rebecca.

No, they put peanut butter in
it. They're gonna kill again.

Shit.

I was so young.

Florida State was
looking for a fullback.

Coach was scouting me.

You think I wanted
to get married at 18?

Do you think I did?

Uh...

I am, I am a ghost of Pensacola.

Uh, and you are not here to eat.

You are here to talk
about your chubby foot

and, uh, feelings.

Do not let your mother

poison your spirit...

and drive you nuts.

And now I will return

to the spirit
realm of Pensacola.

Okay.

Goodbye!

What, why are you looking at me?

- What'd I do? What'd I say?
- Listen, Rebec...

I mean, Daisy. Listen, Daisy.

I had nothing to
do with your mom...

- Mama.
- What?

Daddy. You already
lost one child,

and you almost lost another one.

So now, the price of my love

has doubled,

and I demand to
see it immediately.

Are you fucking kidding
me? Immediately!

Summer felt like winter...

How could you do that
without talking to me first?

What? Oh, yes.

What were you thinking?

Someone had to do it.

You're insane.

We could have paid her off.
This would all be over.

Oh, don't be so naive.

She would have just
come back for more.

Hey, Sheriff. Never
meet your heroes, right?

You spend
years planning your wife's murder

to get shafted by a
fucking day player.

I will shove that peanut butter

down that Juilliard bitch's
throat if I have to.

No. Okay, look, that's it.

We're going to pay
her off, alright.

I'm going to call
my business manager.

He is going to have a fit.

Michael,
what the fuck is that?

What?

What in the hell?

Oh... shit.

We're fucked.

They heard everything.

What do I do now?

We use it.

Showtime, baby.

I used to wait for
that parade every year.

Independence Day.

For who? From what?

Bobby's real daddy went
down over the Sea of Japan.

July 12th, 1952.

An aviator.

Why did you take Bobby?

He was better than
me in every way!

It was cold in
Pensacola that winter.

Unnatural cold.

Frost that comes too early

means to stay too long,

maybe forever.

The mists rise up.

They cover your ankles,
then your waist.

The sea longs to
reach the clouds.

Mother and child reachin'
out for each other.

When my sweet Bobby went up...

he always took me with him.

And so it follows that that day,

I, too, went down.

That cold winter.

This winter.

The mists up to the lashline.

Ice on the wing is
mist on the ground,

is tears.

The mist rises up,

and I kneel down to meet it.

And so now I too become

just another ghost...

of Pensacola.

Bravo!

Bravo!

♪ I'm just ♪

♪ A Broadway Baby ♪

♪ Walking off my tired feet ♪

♪ Pounding 42nd Street ♪

♪ To be in a show ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Broadway Baby ♪

♪ Learning how to
sing and dance ♪

♪ Waiting for that
one big chance ♪

♪ To be in a show ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Gee ♪