The Twilight Zone (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript
Beautiful, Fiji. You're a star.
Now you're slowly coming out
of your shell.
Move your arms
a little bit more.
Incredible!
Yes!
Now look down.
And then look right into
the barrel of the camera,
but this time,
you're in the water.
You're floating in the water.
You're a beautiful octopus.
Use your tentacles.
You're about to feed
on your prey.
You've got fire in your belly.
You're looking
at your prey from above,
and you're just trying
to imagine
who you're about to devour.
Perfect!
You're gorgeous. Okay, cut!
Great job, Fiji.
This video's gonna
break the Internet.
It was such a pleasure
working for you.
Fiji,
the song is incredible, and that video
is clearly gonna be a huge hit.
You must be so excited
to share it with the world.
Anyway,
I wanted to say thank you
for letting me
follow you around today.
The article
should be out next month.
Cool.
Can't wait to see
what you do next.
Yeah, it's gonna be
a really big hit.
Car's out here, Miss Fiji.
I think I'm gonna walk today,
Santino.
- Nice song.
- Thanks.
Hey.
You, uh...
- Yeah, it's me. It's me.
- Holy shit!
I love your music.
Thanks.
So, what do you want?
Huh? What do I want?
What do you want? With all this?
Hell, I-I guess
I want what you have.
What do I have?
Oh, my God!
It's Fiji! It's Fiji, everyone!
I love you!
- Can I get a selfie?
- Fiji!
- Oh, my God.
- Fiji, can I get a selfie?
- Oh, my God.
- You don't understand.
- Your music has changed my life. I-I can't...
- Fiji, Fiji!
How long is this
gonna keep going on?
How-how long are you gonna
keep encouraging her?
Look, it's hard, Zara. Eh...
You're not a parent.
Well,
you know what she did today?
She spent all day singing
on the street like a bum,
begging for change.
Your Uncle Vin
- said he had
a receptionist position open.
- Mm.
But I can't just
make her call him.
I-I'm just trying to be
supportive.
Right. Well,
if you really want to be supportive,
you should probably stop
encouraging
this ridiculous dream of hers.
I mean, it's just...
It's never going to happen.
- Hey, Jas. Uh...
- Hey, sweetheart.
If you're hungry,
I'm making curry.
Jasmine
Delancey has spent her entire life
in search of one thing:
Applause.
Now that she's found it,
it's given her
a new sense of meaning.
But what, exactly, is the value
of an ovation so loud
it drowns out the performance?
Jasmine's about to find out here
in The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling
through another dimension,
a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of one's fears
and the summit
of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.
Thank you so much.
Pardon me, ladies.
Hi, how are you? Hi. Excuse me.
Uh, let me just real quickly
grab my jaw.
Off the floor.
You are good.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Think so?
- I know so.
You know who I am, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
You're that guy
that hosts that show.
Oh! Undersell it.
Ovation with J.J. Malloy.
The highest rated show
on broadcast television.
- My dad watches it.
- Everybody's dad watches it.
You know I could
make you a star, right?
Huh?
What's your name?
Get ready
for an all-new season of Ovation,
where your applause
equals stardom.
Join your host, J.J. Malloy...
Did you miss me,
you guys? I missed you.
As he introduces
you to this year's wannabes
and will-never-bes.
If you want to make it...
You can't fake it.
It takes real talent to survive.
You know that corny-ass dude
J.J. Malloy from Ovation?
Oh, yeah, the weirdo
with the mustache?
Hands me his card, tells me
- he wants me to come
on the show. Mm-hmm.
- What? Really?
I don't know what happened,
but something shifted,
and the universe was like,
"Hi, Jasmine."
Ovation?
I know, Ovation is cheesy, but
auditions are tomorrow.
You got to come.
Oh, tomorrow?
I don't think I can.
- I have to work.
- Uh-uh, Z.
I mean, I need you there.
What are you talking about?
Just find
- a sub or something.
- It's cardiac surgery.
I don't exactly have an
understudy waiting in the wings.
Yeah. No, you're right.
Well, if I make it
to the finals next week,
can you please come?
"If"? How about when you make it
to the finals?
And when you win
this whole thing,
you can finally start
paying me rent.
- I'll pay you rent.
- Halle-fucking-lujah.
I'll buy you a car.
What kind of car you want? Hmm?
Right now I want
more of my carrots back.
You ate all my carrots.
Ovation.
Welcome to Studio 5.
Before you can sing for America,
you have to get through our
panel of industry tastemakers.
And ready, camera one?
Roger.
Ooh.
I liked it,
Davood, but the Sound-O-Meter
doesn't lie.
So sorry. Better luck next time.
And now, our next contestant
I found when I was
on my way to get some Thai food.
But I ended up getting
something much spicier.
Jasmine Delancey.
- Okay, camera three.
- Copy that.
- So do I just start singing?
- Yeah.
- Like, now?
- That's the idea. Yeah. That'd be great.
Jasmine Delancey.
Whoa, whoa!
Bravo!
Wow!
The ovation tells it like it is!
I've never actually clapped
on this show before ever.
That was fantastic.
Jasmine Delancey.
Hi. I'm Jasmine Delancey.
You know,
I first learned how to play
the guitar from my mom.
You know? She taught me
how to play at our lake house
on her old guitar,
which I still have.
And my sister Zara and I would
sit by the fire
and make up songs.
When my mom passed away, I was
asked to sing at her funeral.
I sang a song that Zara and I
had wrote for her.
Everyone was looking back
at me, and they weren't crying.
Like my music had stopped them
from crying.
I'll never forget
thinking, "Wow.
I did that."
My music did that.
Hey, Jasmine!
I'm rooting for you.
Hey, thanks.
- Who was that?
- I don't know, it's just... weird.
Oh, wait. Come on.
I need a break.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- What...?
- Let me get one of them, man.
- Oh, very heart-healthy.
- You got any cash?
Here you go.
It's on the house. Big fan.
- Of mine?
- Yeah.
I mean, if you feel like
following me on social media...
Hi. Excuse me.
I'm so sorry to bother you.
Can I get a picture?
I'm a huge fan.
Sure.
Perfect. I hope you win.
Thank you.
What is all this?
I sing pretty good.
I... Not that good.
Zara!
I mean, she looks pretty great,
doesn't she?
She looks... chilly.
- Hmm?
- Is that the front of the dress?
- Yeah.
- Oh. Okay.
No, it's, um...
It is... blah.
- It's called fashion, Zara.
- No, it just, it doesn't...
It doesn't seem
like your style is all.
You're cool. You should be you.
The hell are you talking about?
I am me.
Imagine if I wore this
to surgery. Right?
Yeah, I'm just saying, like,
you should look like yourself.
I am myself.
Ooh.
I'm Jasmine.
Okay, Jasmine.
You doing one-name status now?
You like Prince or Beyoncé?
I just, I mean, look at those.
I-I just think
you should wear something
that makes you feel comfortable.
The hell are you talking
about, Z?
Comfortable? I'm not trying
to be comfortable up there.
Nobody's comfortable.
You're standing
in front of hundreds of people
who are just staring at you.
Millions more on TV
watching you.
I'm wasting my breath
trying to explain this to you.
- You're just a doctor.
- I'm just a doctor?
Yeah, you're a doctor.
I'm the artist.
Yeah, I save lives.
- I make life worth living.
- How exactly do you do that?
By singing from my soul.
Cool. Um, well,
that's not only pretentious,
it's also
scientifically impossible.
All right, Jas.
Well, uh, can't wait
to see how far you get
- on your meaningless
little singing show here.
- Meaningless?
Okay, yeah. 12 million people
watch this meaningless show.
I'm just saying that
at some point, you're gonna have
to come back down to Earth
and figure your shit out.
You sound real jealous, Z.
Why would I be jealous of you?
You're broke.
I'm broke? What the fuck
is wrong with you?
- I'm sorry, I...
- Shit.
You know what? Y-You don't have
to come tonight, okay?
Just stay home.
- Jasmine, that's not
what I meant...
- No, I think
I think that's best.
Don't come. Just stay.
It's fine.
Hell, just gonna be more nervous
having you there anyways.
Judgmental ass.
Okay.
Ovation,
your host J.J. Malloy.
Brought to you
by Mr. Diggle's Ice Cream,
It's so good you'll die for it.
Did you miss me?
It's the finals
on The Big Ovation.
You know, most of the stars
that you can see from Earth
died out millions of years ago.
But tonight, with your applause,
we're gonna make
one of these three young people
a brand-new star.
I'm J.J. Malloy, and this...
Is Ovation.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Whoa!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Jasmine Delancey
is the winner of Ovation!
That's right. It's
the winner of Ovation!
You see them?
- They've been out there
all night.
- Mm-hmm.
Hey. Peace offering.
I'm really sorry
I missed it last night.
Clearly, you were amazing.
Yeah, no, I wasn't.
I was actually pretty awful.
- No.
- I was, Z. I-I sang off-key,
I forgot the frickin' chords,
and-and yet they clapped.
I mean, even Dad clapped.
That man's got perfect pitch.
Well, you must have done good,
'cause you won, right?
Okay, I'm gonna say something,
and it's gonna sound
like I'm crazy.
I'm aware of that. Um...
But I just need you
to stay open, you know,
and not give me any of that,
"Well, this is scientifically
impossible" bullshit
- that you like to say.
- Okay.
Fiji gave me this coin
right before she died,
and ever since then...
I don't know, man.
I-I-I-I, I mean, like,
people listen to me.
They hear me.
And even, like, I'm wondering,
you know, is it this coin?
Is there something
in this coin that's, like,
making all this happen?
Because prior to this,
no one saw me
or even paid attention to me.
And-and now
they frickin' love me.
I mean, like, who claps
for someone when they suck?
'Cause I sucked last night.
I don't know.
Is there something in this coin
that's making all this happen?
Yeah. No, I mean
it actually makes
a lot of sense.
Yeah, right?
Yeah, like, why would
all these people
be clapping for someone
who just won
the world's biggest
singing competition?
Yeah, no, why, why?
Why would they like that?
It's just
a very popular program.
I'm sorry, I didn't know
that you were gonna get
all superstitious
and weird, Jas.
Are you gonna be like
those Red Sox people,
the ones that wear the same
underwear at the World Series?
'Cause that is nasty.
No, girl, they like you, okay?
And that is why
they're clapping.
Look, look, look.
Look at your people.
That's for you, girl.
Damn, it is pretty sweet.
- Jasmine! I love you!
- Jasmine!
Is that really you?
Jasmine.
You're my hero.
Thank you...
"Invenibus
in aliis vero."
Go home!
Come on! Go, run!
Holy shit, Jas,
what the hell was that?
I'm telling you,
it's this frickin' coin.
Okay, I can't believe
I'm even entertaining this idea,
but if you really think
it's the coin,
then you've got
to get rid of it.
And then what? Huh?
What, I'm supposed to go back
to just singing on the street?
Well, I am thrilled
to welcome this next guest
to the show.
She is the winner of the world's
most famous
singing competition, Ovation.
Please welcome Jasmine Delancey!
There she is!
- Ah, look at you,
you look gorgeous.
- Oh, thanks, man.
- Of course! Of course!
- Thank you for having me.
Of course. Wow.
Thank you, thank you.
Well, this does not happen
to every guest,
I just want you to know.
Are people clapping at home?
Oh, okay, all right.
It is a talk show.
- Right, right.
- I think
there might be a little bit
of talking.
The-the first question
I have to ask you:
What was the inspiration
for your famous song?
Ah, you know,
Fiji inspired "Fire Lady."
I wouldn't be here
without her, you know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah. No, Fiji was special.
She was... she really was.
I think they're saying
you're special.
This is...
This isn't
every guest gets this, you know.
These-these people love you.
- Wow. Wow.
- Okay.
Stop it, stop it. Stop it.
Well, you know, I mean,
we're riding a wave here.
I got an idea.
Would you sing your song for us?
What's that?
But, Jasmine, they want this.
They need it!
Okay, guys.
You can't even hear us.
Come on.
Hey, Ms. Delancey.
They're playing your song.
Turn it off.
Hands on the wheel!
Ms. Delancey, I am so sorry.
Zara!
Zara!
- Zara... I can't escape it!
- What are you doing here?
- What is going on?
- I can't escape this thing,
this thing, uh,
I can't control it,
it-it's out of control.
Come on, girl, I don't...
I do not understand that thing,
but you've got to get rid of it.
I can't, Z, I can't.
Why?
I'm nothing without it.
Are you kidding me?
You're you.
You always will be you.
- Ah!
- And then you can just go.
- Okay. Okay.
- Go to the lake house.
You do it. Take it.
Here, you do it. Just...
- Okay, okay.
- Go. Just...
Shit.
Shit.
Go, Mynx.
Like a stray fucking cat.
J.J. J.J.
I don't have any money.
J.J., it's me.
- J.J.
- I...
- It's me, Jasmine. Come here!
- Please, please, please, please!
Please, please don't do this.
- J.J.!
- Please don't do that.
Zara?
Z?
You got to get her a doctor!
Let go of me!
It's my goddamn sister!
Z!
Zara!
Captioning sponsored by CBS
Now you're slowly coming out
of your shell.
Move your arms
a little bit more.
Incredible!
Yes!
Now look down.
And then look right into
the barrel of the camera,
but this time,
you're in the water.
You're floating in the water.
You're a beautiful octopus.
Use your tentacles.
You're about to feed
on your prey.
You've got fire in your belly.
You're looking
at your prey from above,
and you're just trying
to imagine
who you're about to devour.
Perfect!
You're gorgeous. Okay, cut!
Great job, Fiji.
This video's gonna
break the Internet.
It was such a pleasure
working for you.
Fiji,
the song is incredible, and that video
is clearly gonna be a huge hit.
You must be so excited
to share it with the world.
Anyway,
I wanted to say thank you
for letting me
follow you around today.
The article
should be out next month.
Cool.
Can't wait to see
what you do next.
Yeah, it's gonna be
a really big hit.
Car's out here, Miss Fiji.
I think I'm gonna walk today,
Santino.
- Nice song.
- Thanks.
Hey.
You, uh...
- Yeah, it's me. It's me.
- Holy shit!
I love your music.
Thanks.
So, what do you want?
Huh? What do I want?
What do you want? With all this?
Hell, I-I guess
I want what you have.
What do I have?
Oh, my God!
It's Fiji! It's Fiji, everyone!
I love you!
- Can I get a selfie?
- Fiji!
- Oh, my God.
- Fiji, can I get a selfie?
- Oh, my God.
- You don't understand.
- Your music has changed my life. I-I can't...
- Fiji, Fiji!
How long is this
gonna keep going on?
How-how long are you gonna
keep encouraging her?
Look, it's hard, Zara. Eh...
You're not a parent.
Well,
you know what she did today?
She spent all day singing
on the street like a bum,
begging for change.
Your Uncle Vin
- said he had
a receptionist position open.
- Mm.
But I can't just
make her call him.
I-I'm just trying to be
supportive.
Right. Well,
if you really want to be supportive,
you should probably stop
encouraging
this ridiculous dream of hers.
I mean, it's just...
It's never going to happen.
- Hey, Jas. Uh...
- Hey, sweetheart.
If you're hungry,
I'm making curry.
Jasmine
Delancey has spent her entire life
in search of one thing:
Applause.
Now that she's found it,
it's given her
a new sense of meaning.
But what, exactly, is the value
of an ovation so loud
it drowns out the performance?
Jasmine's about to find out here
in The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling
through another dimension,
a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of one's fears
and the summit
of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.
Thank you so much.
Pardon me, ladies.
Hi, how are you? Hi. Excuse me.
Uh, let me just real quickly
grab my jaw.
Off the floor.
You are good.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Think so?
- I know so.
You know who I am, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
You're that guy
that hosts that show.
Oh! Undersell it.
Ovation with J.J. Malloy.
The highest rated show
on broadcast television.
- My dad watches it.
- Everybody's dad watches it.
You know I could
make you a star, right?
Huh?
What's your name?
Get ready
for an all-new season of Ovation,
where your applause
equals stardom.
Join your host, J.J. Malloy...
Did you miss me,
you guys? I missed you.
As he introduces
you to this year's wannabes
and will-never-bes.
If you want to make it...
You can't fake it.
It takes real talent to survive.
You know that corny-ass dude
J.J. Malloy from Ovation?
Oh, yeah, the weirdo
with the mustache?
Hands me his card, tells me
- he wants me to come
on the show. Mm-hmm.
- What? Really?
I don't know what happened,
but something shifted,
and the universe was like,
"Hi, Jasmine."
Ovation?
I know, Ovation is cheesy, but
auditions are tomorrow.
You got to come.
Oh, tomorrow?
I don't think I can.
- I have to work.
- Uh-uh, Z.
I mean, I need you there.
What are you talking about?
Just find
- a sub or something.
- It's cardiac surgery.
I don't exactly have an
understudy waiting in the wings.
Yeah. No, you're right.
Well, if I make it
to the finals next week,
can you please come?
"If"? How about when you make it
to the finals?
And when you win
this whole thing,
you can finally start
paying me rent.
- I'll pay you rent.
- Halle-fucking-lujah.
I'll buy you a car.
What kind of car you want? Hmm?
Right now I want
more of my carrots back.
You ate all my carrots.
Ovation.
Welcome to Studio 5.
Before you can sing for America,
you have to get through our
panel of industry tastemakers.
And ready, camera one?
Roger.
Ooh.
I liked it,
Davood, but the Sound-O-Meter
doesn't lie.
So sorry. Better luck next time.
And now, our next contestant
I found when I was
on my way to get some Thai food.
But I ended up getting
something much spicier.
Jasmine Delancey.
- Okay, camera three.
- Copy that.
- So do I just start singing?
- Yeah.
- Like, now?
- That's the idea. Yeah. That'd be great.
Jasmine Delancey.
Whoa, whoa!
Bravo!
Wow!
The ovation tells it like it is!
I've never actually clapped
on this show before ever.
That was fantastic.
Jasmine Delancey.
Hi. I'm Jasmine Delancey.
You know,
I first learned how to play
the guitar from my mom.
You know? She taught me
how to play at our lake house
on her old guitar,
which I still have.
And my sister Zara and I would
sit by the fire
and make up songs.
When my mom passed away, I was
asked to sing at her funeral.
I sang a song that Zara and I
had wrote for her.
Everyone was looking back
at me, and they weren't crying.
Like my music had stopped them
from crying.
I'll never forget
thinking, "Wow.
I did that."
My music did that.
Hey, Jasmine!
I'm rooting for you.
Hey, thanks.
- Who was that?
- I don't know, it's just... weird.
Oh, wait. Come on.
I need a break.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- What...?
- Let me get one of them, man.
- Oh, very heart-healthy.
- You got any cash?
Here you go.
It's on the house. Big fan.
- Of mine?
- Yeah.
I mean, if you feel like
following me on social media...
Hi. Excuse me.
I'm so sorry to bother you.
Can I get a picture?
I'm a huge fan.
Sure.
Perfect. I hope you win.
Thank you.
What is all this?
I sing pretty good.
I... Not that good.
Zara!
I mean, she looks pretty great,
doesn't she?
She looks... chilly.
- Hmm?
- Is that the front of the dress?
- Yeah.
- Oh. Okay.
No, it's, um...
It is... blah.
- It's called fashion, Zara.
- No, it just, it doesn't...
It doesn't seem
like your style is all.
You're cool. You should be you.
The hell are you talking about?
I am me.
Imagine if I wore this
to surgery. Right?
Yeah, I'm just saying, like,
you should look like yourself.
I am myself.
Ooh.
I'm Jasmine.
Okay, Jasmine.
You doing one-name status now?
You like Prince or Beyoncé?
I just, I mean, look at those.
I-I just think
you should wear something
that makes you feel comfortable.
The hell are you talking
about, Z?
Comfortable? I'm not trying
to be comfortable up there.
Nobody's comfortable.
You're standing
in front of hundreds of people
who are just staring at you.
Millions more on TV
watching you.
I'm wasting my breath
trying to explain this to you.
- You're just a doctor.
- I'm just a doctor?
Yeah, you're a doctor.
I'm the artist.
Yeah, I save lives.
- I make life worth living.
- How exactly do you do that?
By singing from my soul.
Cool. Um, well,
that's not only pretentious,
it's also
scientifically impossible.
All right, Jas.
Well, uh, can't wait
to see how far you get
- on your meaningless
little singing show here.
- Meaningless?
Okay, yeah. 12 million people
watch this meaningless show.
I'm just saying that
at some point, you're gonna have
to come back down to Earth
and figure your shit out.
You sound real jealous, Z.
Why would I be jealous of you?
You're broke.
I'm broke? What the fuck
is wrong with you?
- I'm sorry, I...
- Shit.
You know what? Y-You don't have
to come tonight, okay?
Just stay home.
- Jasmine, that's not
what I meant...
- No, I think
I think that's best.
Don't come. Just stay.
It's fine.
Hell, just gonna be more nervous
having you there anyways.
Judgmental ass.
Okay.
Ovation,
your host J.J. Malloy.
Brought to you
by Mr. Diggle's Ice Cream,
It's so good you'll die for it.
Did you miss me?
It's the finals
on The Big Ovation.
You know, most of the stars
that you can see from Earth
died out millions of years ago.
But tonight, with your applause,
we're gonna make
one of these three young people
a brand-new star.
I'm J.J. Malloy, and this...
Is Ovation.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Whoa!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Jasmine Delancey
is the winner of Ovation!
That's right. It's
the winner of Ovation!
You see them?
- They've been out there
all night.
- Mm-hmm.
Hey. Peace offering.
I'm really sorry
I missed it last night.
Clearly, you were amazing.
Yeah, no, I wasn't.
I was actually pretty awful.
- No.
- I was, Z. I-I sang off-key,
I forgot the frickin' chords,
and-and yet they clapped.
I mean, even Dad clapped.
That man's got perfect pitch.
Well, you must have done good,
'cause you won, right?
Okay, I'm gonna say something,
and it's gonna sound
like I'm crazy.
I'm aware of that. Um...
But I just need you
to stay open, you know,
and not give me any of that,
"Well, this is scientifically
impossible" bullshit
- that you like to say.
- Okay.
Fiji gave me this coin
right before she died,
and ever since then...
I don't know, man.
I-I-I-I, I mean, like,
people listen to me.
They hear me.
And even, like, I'm wondering,
you know, is it this coin?
Is there something
in this coin that's, like,
making all this happen?
Because prior to this,
no one saw me
or even paid attention to me.
And-and now
they frickin' love me.
I mean, like, who claps
for someone when they suck?
'Cause I sucked last night.
I don't know.
Is there something in this coin
that's making all this happen?
Yeah. No, I mean
it actually makes
a lot of sense.
Yeah, right?
Yeah, like, why would
all these people
be clapping for someone
who just won
the world's biggest
singing competition?
Yeah, no, why, why?
Why would they like that?
It's just
a very popular program.
I'm sorry, I didn't know
that you were gonna get
all superstitious
and weird, Jas.
Are you gonna be like
those Red Sox people,
the ones that wear the same
underwear at the World Series?
'Cause that is nasty.
No, girl, they like you, okay?
And that is why
they're clapping.
Look, look, look.
Look at your people.
That's for you, girl.
Damn, it is pretty sweet.
- Jasmine! I love you!
- Jasmine!
Is that really you?
Jasmine.
You're my hero.
Thank you...
"Invenibus
in aliis vero."
Go home!
Come on! Go, run!
Holy shit, Jas,
what the hell was that?
I'm telling you,
it's this frickin' coin.
Okay, I can't believe
I'm even entertaining this idea,
but if you really think
it's the coin,
then you've got
to get rid of it.
And then what? Huh?
What, I'm supposed to go back
to just singing on the street?
Well, I am thrilled
to welcome this next guest
to the show.
She is the winner of the world's
most famous
singing competition, Ovation.
Please welcome Jasmine Delancey!
There she is!
- Ah, look at you,
you look gorgeous.
- Oh, thanks, man.
- Of course! Of course!
- Thank you for having me.
Of course. Wow.
Thank you, thank you.
Well, this does not happen
to every guest,
I just want you to know.
Are people clapping at home?
Oh, okay, all right.
It is a talk show.
- Right, right.
- I think
there might be a little bit
of talking.
The-the first question
I have to ask you:
What was the inspiration
for your famous song?
Ah, you know,
Fiji inspired "Fire Lady."
I wouldn't be here
without her, you know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah. No, Fiji was special.
She was... she really was.
I think they're saying
you're special.
This is...
This isn't
every guest gets this, you know.
These-these people love you.
- Wow. Wow.
- Okay.
Stop it, stop it. Stop it.
Well, you know, I mean,
we're riding a wave here.
I got an idea.
Would you sing your song for us?
What's that?
But, Jasmine, they want this.
They need it!
Okay, guys.
You can't even hear us.
Come on.
Hey, Ms. Delancey.
They're playing your song.
Turn it off.
Hands on the wheel!
Ms. Delancey, I am so sorry.
Zara!
Zara!
- Zara... I can't escape it!
- What are you doing here?
- What is going on?
- I can't escape this thing,
this thing, uh,
I can't control it,
it-it's out of control.
Come on, girl, I don't...
I do not understand that thing,
but you've got to get rid of it.
I can't, Z, I can't.
Why?
I'm nothing without it.
Are you kidding me?
You're you.
You always will be you.
- Ah!
- And then you can just go.
- Okay. Okay.
- Go to the lake house.
You do it. Take it.
Here, you do it. Just...
- Okay, okay.
- Go. Just...
Shit.
Shit.
Go, Mynx.
Like a stray fucking cat.
J.J. J.J.
I don't have any money.
J.J., it's me.
- J.J.
- I...
- It's me, Jasmine. Come here!
- Please, please, please, please!
Please, please don't do this.
- J.J.!
- Please don't do that.
Zara?
Z?
You got to get her a doctor!
Let go of me!
It's my goddamn sister!
Z!
Zara!
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