- Happily on previous...
[reversed audio]
- [shrieking]
[all shrieking]
- I wanna know about the big announcement
that your show is being cancelled.
- This is not an end!
The show will go on!
[video rewinding]
- [groans] - Bingo!
- I really wish things were the way they used to be.
- Yeah, I'm back.
[screaming]
Where's our fucking daughter?
- Penis.
both: ♪ Put on a happy, happy, happy ♪
[children cheering] - Sonny!
- [hollering]
- What do I know?
Except exactly where Hailey is.
[grunts] - [groans]
- Here's daddy destruction.
- [yelling]
- You can never get back what was stolen from you,
but you can make the world more correct.
- [moaning] - Later, sucker.
- [slow-motion yelling]
- You want me to inject him?
- In the buttocks, please.
The world is not correct.
[groovy music]
- [moaning]
- We both know this doesn't end until one of us is dead.
- Absolutely.
But there are much worse things than dead.
- ♪ I'll have a blue
♪ Christmas
♪ Without you
♪ I'll be so blue
♪ Just thinking about you
- Buy you another?
- Your glory hole is somewhere else, pal.
I don't swallow.
- Oh.
I'm sorry, you're clearly not the Nick Sax
that I've heard of, then.
Blue Scaramu-- - I know who you are.
♪
I just don't want what you're selling.
- Wise not to trust anyone.
Oh, they set you up good, Sax.
Cops going cannibal on cops.
Ain't that a sorry state of internal affairs?
One for my friend.
Double, please.
- Tell my new friend I don't have any friends.
- Just pour his into mine.
Oh...
you know what, give me a little glass of, um...
maraschino cherries.
♪
"New York's Finest."
Christ, look what they did to you.
You're like a...
lonely pube...
on the rim of a urinal.
Cast off, forgotten.
Clinging for dear life.
- You know, you put those words to music,
you could have yourself a hit there.
Now, as pertaining to my prior employment,
they didn't do anything to me that I hadn't already earned
twenty times over.
And now they're gonna plant blow?
Good on them.
♪
[sighs]
Okay.
Fedore Pavlov, "The Dog Whisperer."
Yeah, so, besides a double-digit body count,
what did he do, steal your tricycle?
- That's one sour cherry.
- Well, he's a slippery motherfucker.
We tried to put him away for years.
- There's your mistake.
Man like this, one does not put him away.
One puts him in the ground.
[Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy"]
And who better than Nick Sax to do so?
You played by their rules long enough.
Now, look.
Look what it's gotten you.
♪
Work for me.
Embrace your manifest destiny
as judge, jury...
♪
And executioner.
And maybe even have a little fun
while you're at it.
♪
[ominous overtone]
- Nick.
Nick.
Nick! - Wake up, Nick!
- I'm okay, I'm-- I'm just a little...
[grunts]
[sinister music]
Real talk. - Hmm?
- That's some good shit, Smoothie.
♪
- I wouldn't, if I were you.
I need him alive.
Not you.
♪
Let's go. - [groans]
- ♪ Ooh-ooh, Sonny
♪ Ooh, Sonny Shine
[ominous music]
[children chattering]
♪
[scanner beeping]
[wand warbling]
♪
- This way to your seat, Ms. Hansen.
[dramatic music]
♪
[all laughing]
[overlapping chatter, laughter]
- Ah! [groans]
- Hey, cool it with the rough stuff.
- Hey!
No!
[lock clicking]
[panting]
[foreboding music]
♪
[gasps]
♪
[electronic music]
♪
What kind...
♪
What kind of evil...
♪
- Feels great.
A teeny bit tight, is all.
I guess the costume was made for a little guy.
- Mm, don't worry about that.
You've studied the script? - Yes, sir.
- Me good, you evil.
Blah, blah, blah. - And then you kick my ass.
- Then I kick your ass, correct.
- Right, about that part.
We ain't really ever gone over that.
- Improv.
I make my entrance, you follow my lead.
I defeat you, I save Easter.
Where is the disconnect?
- Uh, the other part.
The part where I gotta, you know.
- We've been over this a bazillion times.
- I know, but shouldn't there be some kind of way
we can fake it?
The blood and guts and all?
You know, like some kind of Hollywood magic?
- No.
You cornfed...
cornhole.
[tense music]
It has to be real.
That's what people want now. Reality.
- But I ain't even skinned a possum before, Mr. Shine.
- You said you would do anything to succeed.
Right?
- A--and then...
the other part, where it says
"the evil dies tonight,"
guess that means I ain't coming back.
- That's the best part.
Yeah, Evil Bunny-- Evil Bunny makes
a death-defying escape only to fight another day
as Sonny Shine's very big, very bad,
ultra-arch "villy."
- A recurring role! - [growls]
[door alarm chirping]
Uh, give--give me a second!
Okay, get out.
Remember, this is our secret.
Our own J.J. Abrams super plot twist.
- J.J. Abrams.
[door alarm chirps]
- Sonny.
I'd like you to meet a very special little girl.
[sinister music]
♪
- Best seats in the house.
Oh, oh.
Look.
For a special occasion.
Oh, oh, oops! [laughing]
Maybe I'm getting a little too excited.
Oh, you thirsty? - Yes.
- Yes, thirsty.
Here we go. Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty?
No, no, no, oh.
Oh, no, you don't.
No, because the alcohol,
it will dilute the drug running through your system
and we can't have that.
No. [gasps]
Oops, oh. Oh, boy.
Big bottle.
Yes. [gasps]
- [splutters]
- Look at you.
Every fiber of that adorable little face
screaming for murder.
- Sonny.
This is your new soloist, Hailey Hansen.
- New soloist?
What happened to Tatiana?
- She was deported back to Uzbekistan,
but didn't you hear me?
Hailey Hansen.
Survivor of the terrible mass kidnappings last Christmas.
♪
- I see.
Will you excuse us for a moment?
Isn't she the kid of you-know-who?
- Mm. [sniffs]
You could look at it that way.
Or, she's a celebrity victim.
Put her on a pedestal.
Give her a magical moment.
People love a good resurrection story.
- Does she know the words to the music?
- Oh, every octave.
- [mutters indistinctly]
- [chuckles] - Yes, yes, yes.
[clicks tongue] Let's see.
♪
Of all the little double-x chromosomes
in all the land,
why do you think you deserve to be onstage with me?
♪
If she's gonna freeze up now,
she's gonna piss ice cubes on that stage.
♪
- It's okay, Hailey.
Now, you tell Sonny Shine
why you're saving the real fireworks
for the show tonight.
The big event.
♪
- Mr. Shine?
I've dreamed of this moment since I was little.
Honestly, this has been the worst year
of my entire life.
Christmas was ruined forever.
But you know who got me through it all?
You.
I made one wish and it came true.
I'm with you, my hero.
Sonny Shine.
Any kid would kill to be where I am.
[gentle music]
- I want you...
to say all of that...
tonight...
on camera...
to the world.
Okay?
- Absolutely, Mr. Shine.
- Paint my pickle.
Hailey Hansen. [spits]
Welcome aboard.
♪
[sinister music]
[muffled chattering]
♪
[lights click] [children screaming]
- Coming to living rooms and home theaters
of nearly 100 million sundrops around the world,
broadcast in 147 different countries,
in 25 languages, including six dialects of Arabic,
the moment you've been waiting for all year,
it's Sonny Shine's Easter Eggtacular!
- Yay! all: Sonny! Sonny!
Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
[dramatic music]
♪
- Are we making Easter great again?
[all cheering]
Yeah! [laughing]
[cheers and applause]
Sundrops!
♪ Sundrops
I love you all. - I love you, Sonny!
- And why wouldn't you?
Why wouldn't you?
You know, I had planned a big bump and grind number
for the opening of tonight's show.
Something strange
and darkly sexy.
With my wonderful Wishees, of course.
But then I thought,
this moment's not about me.
This moment is about you!
[cheers and applause]
Your voice, not mine!
Is there some...
special someone out there...
who will give me their voice?
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Yes!
My, my, my, yes!
Is it you?
No, it's not you.
Up there in the cheapies?
No.
Absolutely not you.
- Me, Sonny! Me!
[overlapping shouting]
Oh.
You.
You!
Would you like to give me your voice,
Hailey Hansen?
[silence]
Yes!
Come on up! Come on up!
You've probably read about her on your phones.
Hailey was the little girl
that was kidnapped last Christmas.
She survived unspeakable terrors.
- Hailey!
- And maybe part of her died a little.
Can you blame her?
- Maybe you're starting to get it, but let me help you.
Inside that Easter basket is a 9-milimeter handgun.
She smuggled it into the show tonight.
- No. - Yes.
- No.
- But now she's back.
Resurrected.
[cheers and applause]
[Radiohead's "Bullet Proof... I Wish I Was" over speakers]
♪
- ♪ Limb by limb and tooth by tooth ♪
♪ Tearing up inside of me
♪ Every day, every hour
♪ Wish that I
♪
♪ Was bulletproof
- [screaming]
Hailey!
- I gotta find Nick, Amanda.
Nick will know what to do, he always does!
♪
- ♪ Wax me
- I think you know what she's gonna do with that gun.
- No.
- She's gonna use it for what guns are used for.
Like father, like daughter.
- ♪ You have turned me into this ♪
♪ Just wish that
- Don't you see, Sax?
This is how I destroy you.
This is how I undo you.
- ♪ Was bulletproof
- No, no, please.
♪
Why not have a child?
What's the worst thing that could happen?
Winds up like me?
Please.
- Oh, the begging and the pleading.
- No. - It's like music to my ears.
- ♪ So pay me money and take a shot ♪
♪ Lead fill the hole in me
♪ I could burst a million bubbles ♪
♪ All surrogate
♪
♪ And bulletproof
♪
♪ And bulletproof
[lights click] [music stops]
[confused chatter]
[ominous music]
- [distorted voice] I warned you there would be
no Easter fun this year.
[children screaming]
No gaiety, no revelry.
No pastel, pagan Bacchanalia.
But you didn't listen!
[children screaming]
"Easter Strong," you said.
Well, we'll see!
We'll see!
- Sonny, you moron, what the hell?
- Nick! - [groans]
Happy. - I found you.
- [laughs] Just like our first time.
- What can I do, Nick?
- Sure could use a drink.
♪
No, no, no.
Not that.
- Nick, I've been thinking.
You can touch me. No one else can.
[Happy squeaks]
[explosion]
But why? - Uh--
- I think--I think it's because you believe in me.
- Fascinating. - Uh-huh.
Now, believe in this.
- [gasps, laughs]
Oh, sweet Jesus.
- Bottom's up, buddy.
[can pops] [beer gurgling]
♪
- [grunts, sniffs]
[growling]
♪
- Not so fast, you cotton-tailed terrorist!
[glass shattering]
Over here, rodent!
[chuckling]
[glass shatters]
[lights click]
Your hippity-hoppity reign of destruction ends tonight.
[dramatic rock music]
♪ Mega
[children cheering]
♪
[cheering]
♪
- [chuckles] Oh, no, no, no.
You're not going anywhere, daddy.
I filled that syringe with a dosage
that would paralyze a silverback gorilla,
and then doubled it.
- Should have tripled it.
[yells, grunts]
That was close. [grunts]
♪
- [yells]
- She's outside. She's gonna meet us outside.
all: Sonny! Sonny!
- Whoo-hoo! [laughs]
all: Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
♪
- [choking]
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪
I--ugh.
[both grunting]
♪
- [groans]
all: Sonny! Sonny! - No one gets out of here!
[muffled screaming]
- Come on, come on, come on! Let's get out of here now!
♪
[bones crunching]
- [grunts]
♪
[triumphant music]
♪
- [grunts]
♪
[straining]
♪
- [groaning]
- Don't panic, everyone!
I got this!
- No, no! Cut, cut, cut!
[cheering]
♪
- Whoo! [laughs]
all: Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
[ominous music]
Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
[children cheering]
Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
♪
Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!
- Hailey!
♪
- Hailey, don't do it-- [groans]
Stop!
Hailey...
♪
This is what Smoothie wants.
[panting]
This is what he's wanted from the beginning.
♪
- I'm not doing this for him, Dad.
♪
I'm doing it for me.
[whooshing]
- [grunts]
[crowd screaming]
- Nick!
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[gunshot]
[audience screaming]
[gunshot]
[screaming, chatter]
- ♪ When Sonny gets blue
♪ Hey eyes get
[gunshot]
♪ Then the rain begins
♪ To fall
[audience gasping]
♪ Pitter, patter, pitter, patter ♪
- Sonny, Sonny!
- ♪ Love is gone so what can matter ♪
♪ No sweet lovin' man
- Sundrops.
- ♪ Comes to call
- All my little sundrops.
Oh... [laughs, coughs]
[sniffs, groans]
- ♪ She breathes a sigh of sadness ♪
♪ Like the wind that stirs
- Boop. [coughs]
[sniffs] You're not...
You're not the fu-- you're not the future.
No.
You're not-- - Can I get a selfie?
- You're not the future.
♪
I'm the-- I'm the--
I'm the fu--
I'm the future.
I--
- ♪ People used to love
♪ Hear her laugh, see her smile ♪
[somber chatter]
♪ That's how she got her name ♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- This is the NYPD! This is an active crime scene!
If you remain in this area, you are in danger.
Evacuate immediately. - Huh.
- Move calmly and swiftly to the nearest exit.
Repeat, you are--
- Dad, Dad, Dad. - Shh.
- Dad, I'm--I'm sorry.
- Shh, no, no, no.
- ...calmly and swiftly to the nearest exit.
- It's not your fault. I did this.
- I'm sorry I said I wanted things to go back
to the way the used to be.
I didn't mean it, I didn't.
- I know.
It's okay.
You never needed a fake dad anyway.
- You're not a fake dad.
♪
You're real...
and I don't want you to go.
[somber music]
- [labored breathing]
♪
- Move calmly and swiftly to the nearest exit.
♪
- Drop the weapon! Drop the weapon!
- Any other active shooter? - Ma'am, drop the weapon.
Hands where I can see them. - Cover the corners!
- Sonny's show was the highest-rated
Easter Sunday broadcast ever.
By the time he ate the bullet,
he was doing Super Bowl numbers.
- He was right, the show was a hit.
- It's ironic.
Poor guy never lived to see the overnights.
- I always knew it would work. - What about Brooks?
- Replaceable.
- No, I mean, shouldn't we say something?
Tell someone? I mean, his family?
- Why ruin a great feel-good story?
- We should get something going with the guy.
The one who killed Santa Claus.
- Now we're talking.
He's like a real-life John McClane.
- Exclusive with Fareed Zakaria.
- Screw that. Why not his own show?
- Wait, wait, let's don't get ahead of ourselves.
Didn't he die?
- Get him over. Clear.
[electricity zapping]
[dramatic music]
- Somebody check that.
[monitor flat-lining]
- Nick. Wake up, Nick.
- Call it. - Time of death, 9:53 p.m.
- All right, that's a wrap.
You wanna grab margaritas at Chili's?
- [sighs] Nah, "The Voice" is on tonight.
- No, you can't just-- this is somebody's father!
Somebody's son!
Somebody's best friend!
Wake him up, Doc!
Use the zappers, come on!
- Wait.
Do you feel that?
That breeze? - No, uh-uh.
No, no, no, don't start that shit, Doc.
That "you can feel the spirit leaving them
as they slough off the motherfucking mortal coil."
I'm not having that shit.
I will walk the fuck right out of here
and you will not see my black ass ever again.
Try me.
- Oh, there are millions of "IFs" out there
just like you, Happy.
- Waiting for the moment our young friends
stop believing completely...
- And we blink out of existence.
- When your friend stops believing, you disappear.
- I die...
if she dies.
Well, I guess this is it, then.
I've lived, I've loved.
I've done things no other imaginary friend has ever done.
Now it's time for me to go.
The great pineapple pasture in the sky
where IFs frolic forever under clown-colored clouds.
Goodbye, sweet world.
Goodbye, Hailey, wherever you are.
Goodbye, partner.
I'm...
not dead.
Why the heck ain't I dead?
[angelic classical music]
♪
- Welcome, Nick.
Size doesn't matter here.
♪
My breasts are filled
with the finest bourbons.
Suckle them for eternity.
♪
- Hello, Nick.
- Motherfucker.
If you're gonna cock-block me for all eternity,
we're gonna have a problem.
- No, no, Nick, I just come here sometimes.
You know, pop into the party.
Which is absolutely fucking bestial.
[laughs] No, but I wanted
to tell you, Nick, it doesn't have to be this way.
You can turn back.
- I don't think you got the memo, asshole.
I flat-lined. Bellied up.
Bagged and tagged.
Man, is it hot in here.
- I can still bring you back.
- What the fuck would I want that for?
I been dreaming of this moment my entire life.
[tense music]
- What about your little girl?
♪
- Let's face facts.
I think there's one thing we've all learned here.
♪
That she's better off without me.
- Hmm, difficult point to argue.
Oh, then there is the small matter of revenge.
♪
- "Revenge"?
I don't have a vengeful bone in my body.
- Oh, Nick, don't be tedious. Of course you do.
Everybody loves revenge.
I mean, can you really shuffle off to the great beyond
knowing that the man who bested you
is still out there somewhere?
Can you?
You know who I'm talking about.
- Tick, tock, time to rock.
I'm going to show you why they call me--
- Smoothie.
- Yes.
♪
- But there's the finest bourbon.
♪
- [chuckles]
- Why is it so hot in here?
[gas hissing]
- Death drums his fingers and waits for us all,
even me.
I think he can wait a little longer.
Don't you?
♪
- Well, maybe just a little bit longer.
- Splendid! [laughing]
Ooh, one small thing. - Yeah?
- If I bring you back, you belong to me for all time.
Okay? - What?
[gas hissing]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[flames roaring]
[tense music]
♪
I've woken up worse.
- Okay, Hansen.
Your ride's here.
- Is it grandma?
- No, honey, it's your aunt.
- I have an aunt?
[curious music]
- Nice jacket.
- It's supposed to make me look more normal.
I'm sure you can relate.
- It's not working.
♪
I don't understand.
- Well, your mom and dad listed me as your next of kin.
So, looks like I got a roommate for a while.
♪
- Why would she put me with you?
- Maybe she thought you could use
a good female role model.
- What happened to your hand?
- Story for another day.
Feet off the dash.
[Mr. Mister's "Book of Love"]
- [barks, growls]
♪
- Where is everyone?
- You live under a mushroom or something?
Not you.
- I don't understand. - Oh, sorry.
I guess you missed the IF mass genocide on Sunday.
That Bob's Big Boy-looking perv all the kids love
got murdered on national television.
No big deal. I'm sure you can DVR it.
- Oh, that.
I was there.
- Dude.
I'm sorry.
- Oh, forget it.
- The usual? On the house, man.
- No, thanks.
Hey, you haven't seen Peep around, have you?
- Peep? Yeah, she's here.
I let her use the back room.
Hey, wait, you probably don't want to go back there.
Suit yourself, buddy.
[both moaning]
- Oh, yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
Three bags full!
- Bo? [both gasp]
- Ah, crap. - Oh, uh, hey, Happy.
What's good, man?
[chattering]
- ♪ The voices sing
- ♪ The book of love will open up ♪
- I was, uh...
distraught?
- ♪ Take these broken wings
♪ You've got to learn to fly
♪ Learn to live, love so free ♪
♪ And when we hear
- You'll be all right there for a while.
Merry lost her father, too, you know.
I just want you to know
that none of this is your fault.
- We all just did what we had to do.
That's all.
[dark music]
♪
- I'm coming for you.
You stay strong, Hailey.
I promise, no matter what it takes,
I will come for you.
- No, Mom.
I'll come for you.
[dark electronic music]
♪
[cars honking]
♪
[dog barking]
- Hey, hey, hey!
Da-da-da-da, yeah, you.
♪
- Don't look at that!
Look at this!
♪
[cars honking]
♪
[grumbles]
[groaning]
[whooshing]
[triumphant music]
[labored breathing]
I always thought I knew what my purpose was,
but that's all gone now.
I don't even know what I am anymore.
What the heck am I?
- That's a very good question.
That's a very good question.
You seem to be, like, a kind of a mash-up
of random images from a child's brain
that's, uh, obtained some kind of autonomy.
Isn't that wild?
- God?
- Let's call me, uh, an imaginary friend.
Only, my friend, uh, happens to be, you know,
a whole civilization.
At this point, thankfully,
an ever-dwindling portion of civilization.
That's a funny name for it, isn't it?
"Civilization."
Geez, insects are more civilized.
- You, an-- an imaginary friend?
That's silly, everyone believes in you.
- They do?
Really? [scoffs]
To tell you the truth,
I got days when I feel just like you.
Like, "What the hell am I even doing up here?"
I mean, yes, you're right.
People--people talk about me,
but they don't really believe.
I mean, they pretend to.
But look at them.
Geez.
But, you know, that's exactly my point.
Every day, I hear these sanctimonious assholes saying,
"God told me this," and "God spoke to me that."
Um, n-no.
No, I did--did not.
I dunno what voice you're hearing,
but, uh, it's not mine.
Not mine.
- But what about prayers?
- Prayers? That's--that's for them.
That's not for me, not for us.
Uh, hey, if I played favorites
based on who, uh, stroked my ego more,
you know, what kind of--
what kind of jagoff would I be?
No, prayers, mm,
are like those buttons at the crosswalk.
You press them to make you feel better,
but you're not gonna change the traffic
by hitting a button.
If I were you, here's what I'd do:
I'd focus on doing what I do best.
Being a friend.
Forget the "imaginary" part.
The--the nice lady is rotting away
in the stoney lonesome for manslaughter.
The little girl is about to turn into
some kind of witch assassin
on the trail of an evil, secret society.
It's very dangerous, man.
And, you know, Sax, the idiot?
You know, he's a half-zombie
in the service of some kind of schizophrenic demi-god.
- But Nick's dead.
- Um, yeah, well, you might wanna--
you might wanna check on that.
Good talk, good talk.
I gotta ghost, man.
You know, this ain't my only gig.
Huh, maybe my time here is--
is coming to an end.
Huh.
[thunder rumbles]
Anyway, ball up.
Ball up, little-- little horsey.
Drop those tiny blue testicles,
'cause this shit's about to get, uh, dark.
[ominous music]
[gentle music]
♪
- Hey, uh, this came for you today.
It's from Europe.
- Thank you. I've been waiting for this.
[tense music]
♪
[New Order's "Blue Monday" playing over speakers]
♪
[sighs]
♪
- [grunts]
♪
- [sighs]
How?
♪
- [grunts]
♪
[both grunt]
- I am so happy right now.
- Me, too. - I thought you were--
- Dead. I know, right?
- Bullet to the chest from your daughter,
autopsy, incinerator.
- Mere trifles.
- And then you wouldn't have been able to--
- Kill you myself. - Exactly.
♪
You know, for people like us,
it's never easy to find a worthy adversary.
A truly meaningful death.
- I know exactly what you mean.
♪
Enough with the chitchat.
- Ah, I want you to know...
that I have enjoyed our tango.
- [sighs]
Goodbye, Smoothie. - See ya.
- ♪ Tell me how do I feel
♪ Tell me now how do I feel ♪
- So... [sniffs]
What do you want to be for Halloween this year?
Hmm.
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- I know!
How about psycho Santa Claus?
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No?
All right, honey, you okay?
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