I can help you.
But I need you to tell me exactly what happened
if you wanna work out a deal.
Did you hear me?
Now you need to tell me exactly why you helped Dr. Zane plant the bomb.
Yeah, you were right, mate. Don't rub it in.
You can use the damn door.
Oh, God.
Oh, Jesus. Please.
You all right, boss?
Yeah.
Yeah, I just, uh… I tied one on last night, man.
The credits are rolling. Is he…?
Hey, credits are rolling. You okay?
Just give me a second, please.
We'll stall 'em. We got you.
I'll be right outside.
All right. What's up, Philly?
Yes.
Wow, feeling the love. Thank you, guys.
You make me feel at home. Much appreciated. Much appreciated.
Uh, well, we're not here for me, we're here for you.
I'm here to talk to you. Questions, who's got 'em? Go ahead.
I loved The Anti-Verse.
What was it like working with Chris Hemsworth?
What was it like working with Chris Hemsworth? Horrible!
-Horrible.
Hated it!
Uh, it was a great time.
He's a good guy. You know, we're friends. We text.
Sometimes I leave him unread just so he can know I'm a bigger star than he is.
Um, another one? Give me another question.
Yes, go ahead.
Hey, Kid. What can we expect from you in the future?
Wow, uh, good question.
Um…
What can you expect from me in the future?
[suspenseful music playing
To hopefully still be doing what I love.
Yeah.
That… that would be a bright future.
Cool?
Another question. Uh, anybody, in the back? Yes.
Oh!
You don't talk to the fucking cops!
Still got your teeth?
Kick him in the face.
What?
-Tell me we good. -I can't get him in the fucking cart.
Okay, then you make him fit. Smash his…
-Just figure it the fuck out. -Figure it out?
I wouldn't have to if you hadn't killed the motherfucker.
It's because you brought him into my life.
-Remember why? -Right. So act like you…
Just get it done. I don't--
Fuck him.
Okay?
-You all right? -Yeah.
Philly cops make me nervous. Come on, y'all. Let's roll.
I, uh, think we should build up the opening tonight, Kid.
You were really killing them when you were making those stupid observations.
Kid?
Yeah, okay. I mean, it makes sense…
It makes sense to me, so….
Okay, I'll be in The Shade Room if anybody needs me.
After Children's Hospital, we got radio stations, deal with these phoners.
Then go to soundcheck, the photo shoot, then you get to chill.
-How many phoners? -Three. Cool?
What?
What's up?
Uh… Nothing. It's just some shit that hit The Shade Room.
-What shit? -Um…
Is it about me?
-Know what, don't even worry about it. -Is it about me or not?
-I don't want… -Billie…
Answer the… Give me the fucking phone.
This is what you don't wanna show me?
This is what you're making a big deal of?
Grow up, Billie.
Fuck.
I can't do this shit, man.
Good morning, sir.
Since you are heading out, can we make up your brother's room?
Uh…
Give me a sec. A sec.
The kids have been looking forward to this special treat all week.
Good.
Yeah, a new plan with Carlton is the last thing you need.
-What are you doing? -Nothing.
You read my messages?
Why don't you crawl in my ass and check my temperature too?
-Okay. -What do you mean, okay?
-Stay off my goddamn phone. -Okay. Jesus.
I'm sorry. Do we need a minute before we see the kids?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
-No. Not at all.
I'm ready. I'm ready.
Hey. You guys got some stuff?
Let's sign it.
Wow, what signature do you want?
Let me get yours. Here we go.
Nice, nice, nice.
Yeah, gimme one!
C'mon. Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!
Wanna hold this for me?
Selfie? You wanna get a selfie? All right. Ready?
Now with a peace sign. Put out the peace signs, guys.
-Peace sign. Peace.
-Wanna hear a joke? -'Course I wanna hear a joke.
What's a witch's favorite subject in school?
I don't know.
Spelling.
Did you write that?
That's your bit? That's an original bit? Wow.
You gotta hurry up and get better, man. I'm on tour. You gotta open up for me.
That's not gonna happen.
You ever think about death?
As of late, yeah.
Me too.
Well, you gotta change those thoughts.
Gotta make 'em good thoughts.
You do that by focusing on the good.
The good that you do for others.
See, when you do that, that's how you become immortal.
Like your character in Anti-Verse?
It's exactly like my character in Anti-Verse.
I was really glad I got to see it.
I prayed to God I'd be able to.
I'll give you a piece of top-secret information.
We're gonna do a sequel.
Don't nobody know that.
You're literally the only person that knows.
So, you can't tell nobody. Deal?
If you tell somebody then I'm not to be able to give you
the signed poster that I got for you downstairs.
You're a good kid, man.
You're the reason why I do what I do.
That's why I'm gonna keep
doing what I do.
My man.
Carlton, listen to me. I'm at the hospital.
I don't have time to deal with this shit. You gotta figure it out.
He won't fit in the cart. That's what I'm telling you.
We need something bigger.
Hey, bigger like what? Huh?
Like… a steamer trunk would work.
You think the hotel's just got a steamer trunk laying around?
You're not being helpful right now.
Hey. Do what the fuck he told you to do. Chop the meat. Break the bones.
-Make him fit in the fucking box. What he said to do?
He told you that?
I don't give a fuck what he told me. It's on you. Do it!
Now I know how Todd feels.
Can't contract shit.
Right, so just Power 99. Then soundcheck. Back to the hotel.
Cancel Power 99, we'll go straight to soundcheck.
-I wanna go to the hotel. -Uh-oh, your biggest fan ahead.
What?
Hey, Kid. Is it okay if we get a picture out front of the hospital
so we can show the fans how you went from Boys & Girls
-to the Children's Hospital? -Listen, not today.
-Please, Gene. Not today. -What? Hey!
Back up, Gene. He said not today.
-Kid, it's for the fans! -What the fuck did I say?
What did I say? Stop.
I said not today.
Any other day I'm fine. Today, I choose not to be.
Stop being a fucking pain in the ass and listen to me.
Not today. Do you understand?
-Mm-hmm. -Fuck, man!
Okay.
-All right, you wanna do this right now? -No.
-Billie, I need him for a sec, okay. -Sure thing. Above my pay grade.
Look, man, I went over the line in the elevator,
but you've been acting weird all day, and I'm concerned.
Why are you concerned? Stop being dramatic.
You know what it's about.
You know the shit that's happening with Mo, with Carlton.
I do. And I know those are difficult conversations to have,
but you gotta get your head on straight. You got big decisions to make.
-Okay. I understand. I gotta take this. -Okay.
Thank you. All right.
-Hey, ex-wife of mine. How are you? I'm calling about the article.
Yes. Are you talking about that thing with you dating your version of Jeter,
the thing you failed to mention to me?
The thing that now has 213,000 views on The Shade Room.
And I know that not because I watched it
but because I got everybody calling my fucking phone
because you can't communicate with me.
-I was hoping to talk to you about it. -You know what, Mo?
-Can't talk now. I can't talk right now. -Um, okay--
Get the fuck off my phone, man.
-Hersch! Come on, man. Yo.
Hey, hey. All right. So, off the top of my head.
"To hell with being a celebrity, I wanna be an influencer."
"That is next-level shit."
"You got kids opening up toys on YouTube. Bam, they're famous!"
"This one kid got 26 mill opening up a goddamn box."
"I got unopened boxes at my place…" Okay, I can see you hate this.
Fine. All right.
"Millennials. They think they are so smart, but they're not."
"They got Siri, Alexa, Google…"
"But what I do believe is, technically, Siri and Alexa are millennials,
and that's why they get attitude whenever you ask them a question."
Tell me how to fix it. I know you don't like it.
I don't like it because they're not good.
They're not good jokes. Those jokes suck.
Okay, well, look, Kid, I know you got a lot of shit on your mind,
but didn't you tell me nobody cares what you're struggling with.
-They're here to see a show. -That's what I told you.
I don't need you to repeat to me what I said to you.
-Those are not good jokes. -Okay.
Those jokes are ass. Those jokes fucking suck.
-Do you understand that? -I do. Loud and clear.
And, um, just a quick reminder for you
that when you're going through some bullshit,
I'm not the punching bag, okay?
That's what… that's what you wanna do.
Can you fucking believe this?
Kid?
-Rain. -Kid, got new looks for you to try.
Hold on. Hold on.
Okay, Rain, look, I don't have time to do this now,
but here's what I want you to do.
Take this, put it in my Sprinter van,
and have it sent up to my room. You got that?
-Yeah. Got it. -Sprinter van. Up to my room. ASAP.
-I'll work it out. -Okay. Thank you. Hey, Todd? Todd!
-Yeah? -Yo, I can't do soundcheck.
Make sure it's a lot tighter than the night before.
-We came all the way here. -I know. I'm telling you I can't do it.
Your whole day is canceled. We just have to do that photo shoot.
-Okay? -Yeah. All right.
It's back at the hotel, in your suite. Do it, get your rest, come back--
What? Hold on. What did you say? You said it's what?
In the suite, they should be setting up now
What do you mean my suite?
Hello?
We're here.
For what?
Pictures.
-Fuck, man. Fuck! -We'll get 'em in and out.
-Hey. -Goddamn, Todd! I don't want you to do it.
-I'll get 'em out. -You get 'em out.
Okay. Don't fucking do shit else. Come on, Hersch.
Are you the brother? You're supposed to let us in.
But they gave us a key in case you weren't here.
Okay, yeah, well, hold on a second. Let me put some clothes on. Okay?
All right.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Um, I heard you were here.
I'm not sure if you remember me, I'm Andrea. I manage Fable Grill.
I served you that runny egg thing you liked.
Thank you. It's good meeting you. I really don't have the time. Okay?
Thank you.
So, I'm gonna head to my room since you don't wanna grind tonight.
Perfect timing.
Uh, let's do some touch-ups on you before we begin.
Might Linda set up the bathroom in the master suite?
Uh, no. No.
I gotta go to the bathroom, man.
In that bathroom. So.
-Okay. Okay. -Yeah, let me do that.
And nobody should use it after. Because…
'Cause I'm a tough act to follow. I don't want no--
Carlton.
Todd.
He done stole the douchebag's phone cord.
-Oh, my God. -Let me get that.
Hey, Rain. Come on in.
-Where do you want this? -Oh, fuck yeah.
Take it into the back, and he's gonna give us a change there.
Okay, cool.
Okay, good. You got my stuff up here.
-Back there. Let's put it back there. -Okay.
-Thank you.
What are we doing here? What…?
-We're shooting where she set up. -I know that. I'm saying, how much time?
-We have it scheduled for an hour. -How many looks? Four? Five?
-Either. -We said four, let's do two.
Okay. I feel like everybody's standing around,
and I wanna get it done.
Let's get going.
-Okay. -Ready to go.
Thank you. That's all. Just make 'em do it.
Thank you.
Thank you again. Thanks again for your patience.
Night, Rain. Thank you. All right, man, I'll text you.
And that's your day, sir.
-Get some down time now? -Yeah.
-Big night last night, take it easy? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-All right. Good night.
Hey. What do you say to them cats, man, that got them hating on me like that?
How about we worry about your dead friend?
Huh?
Oh, you mean the one that you killed? Yeah, sure. Sure.
This is where it kills me, man. You wanna debate? That what you wanna do?
Let's talk about this shit, man.
Yeah, it's big enough for Ari's fat ass, but won't fit in the car.
Uh-uh.
I got an idea.
Yeah, I know what to do.
I'll be right back.
Hersch?
Yo.
Open up.
Gimme a second.
Yo.
-What's up? -Let me get the keys to the Sprinter.
Okay, where we going?
No, no, no. Come on, it's Philadelphia. You know how I am when I'm home.
All right, gimme a second. Gimme a sec.
I'm gonna go with you, in case you wanna talk about anything.
No, no, I'm good, man. I just wanna clear my head.
-Sure you don't want me to go? -I'm serious. I wanna clear my head.
-Kid, I can go with you. -Gimme the keys.
-I'm good. Come on. -All right.
-Damn, I'm straight.
Watch your hand, watch your hand.
Look, I'm gonna take the van, you take Ari's car.
We'll go down by Schuylkill, drop the body and the car there.
Just leave the car at the hotel.
It'll sit there for months before motherfuckers take a look.
All right.
-Yo. -I can't let you go alone, man.
Hersch, this ain't--
If shit happens, that's on me. you know I can't have that.
I understand. It's not like that. I'm good.
Hey, yo, Kevin Costner.
You ass-kissing motherfuckers think I can't do right by my bro,
but we good, man.
I got this.
Kid.
We're straight.
-You sure? -Yeah. We're good, man.
-See? -We're straight.
All right.
-Focus. -Yeah.
Focus.
-One. -Two.
Lift!
Motherfucker's heavy, man.
Yo, we ain't out the woods yet. Don't slip.
Hey, C. If you knew Ari was a piece of shit, why would you call him to help us?
'Cause no upstanding citizen wants to help dump a dead body.
Shit. Just my luck.
Just calm down. Stay calm, man.
Look, they can't search the vehicle. We ain't did shit wrong, chill out.
Have you forgot you in Philly?
Keep your hands where I can see 'em.
What are you doing, sir?
You got the street blocked off. I was just backing up.
Backing up, huh?
Hey, what's wrong with this picture?
Black van, tinted windows, creeping through drug territory.
They buying or selling?
Yo, take that fucking hoodie down.
My bad, officer. I'm sorry.
Kelvin!
What are you guys doing? Uh… looking for hookers, drugs?
We can't drive through Philly?
Gentlemen, step out.
Move to the front of the vehicle.
And take some pictures with your biggest fucking fans!
-Look. -The Kid is in the fucking house, man!
I thought these guys were dirty, hit 'em with the flashlight.
-It's fucking him! -I'm your biggest fan, man.
Much appreciated, man. This one here's being an asshole.
-Scared my brother for an autograph. -No, no, man.
I would've gave you the fucking autograph.
I'll take a picture with everybody else but him.
With this awkward-shaped head ass here.
Hey, how lucky are you? Kid is your brother?
I bet you laugh all the time, huh?
Hey, Kid, Brewer's a good guy, man.
-Get the fuck. Brewer ain't no good guy! -He's a good guy.
-Not with that fucking head. -Come on.
-That head and that mustache. -Come on.
How much cocaine you got in that fucking car right now?
-You got a shitload of cocaine. -No, no, we don't do that.
I'm fucking with you. Y'all ain't dirty cops.
-Unless you are. Are y'all? -Nah, man. Hell no.
-Okay. -Kid's brother. Take this.
Take our picture?
-Come on, C. -Fucking A, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, guys.
I can't take no picture with them in the background.
-Let them go. -Yo. Yo! Split. Get out of here!
No, hey, no, come get in the picture!
Come on. Come get in the picture with me. Yeah.
Come on, C. Take this one. Come on.
Let's take a shot. On three everyone say, "hammerhead."
-One, two, three. -Hammerhead!
Fucking A, man.
-Thanks, man. -My man. Appreciate it, man.
I forget how many people know you.
That happens a lot, don't it?
Yeah.
I mean, I don't normally have dead bodies in the truck, but…
That's because you don't spend enough time with your big bro.
My big bro.
I just wanna tell you I appreciate you, C.
I know you got a record, but you still came and took this ride with me.
I'd do anything for my kid brother.
I gotta give it to you, you get pulled over, you got a body in the back,
and you turn that shit into a stand-up routine.
-"You can't get in the picture!" -His big-ass head.
You can act, man.
All right. Go. Go.
Greedy bastard.
Come on. Let's get the fuck out of here.
-Yeah. -Let's go.
Hey, C.
Remember, uh, that Dominican family that had the bodega on the Hill?
What was their daughter's name?
-Dialysis. -Dialysis!
How the fuck you forget a name like Dialysis? Goddamn.
Everybody wanted the number, but I got it.
-You never called her. -I damn sure didn't. I was scared as hell.
How do you know I didn't call her?
I smashed her moms.
You smashed her mom?
Yeah.
What? She was grown. We was kids.
Seventeen years older.
Yeah, she wanted it.
Ah…
But that booty was fire though.
-I bet it was. -It was good.
I bet it was fire.
-"Ai-yai-yai."
Hey, pull over.
-Pull over? -Yeah, pull over.
What's up, bro?
-You know where we at? -Pull over.
-Right here. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
They had me against the gate, bro.
Y'all still out here in these streets, huh?
Y'all ain't gonna be satisfied 'till the cops come back again.
We ain't got shit to do but be here. What you doing out here?
What do you mean? I'm from here.
These my stomping grounds, y'all do know, don't you?
-Okay. -My city.
-This your city? -Yes, this is my city. Absolutely.
You hear this man?
-That's crazy, man. -Yo!
"Hey, Carlton, where was you at last night?"
"Oh, me and Kid stopped in the old neighborhood."
"We hooped with some kids."
We're putting our story together. Follow me. Come on.
Y'all take a picture with them cops,
-why don't y'all take a picture with us? -Come on, say less.
One time. Get in here.
-Make sure you post it, though. -I got you.
Matter of fact, tag me, and I'll repost it.
Bet. I got you.
I'll send some followers your way. Y'all talking or hooping?
-We hooping. -We hooping?
-Let's play. Two on two? -Yeah, let's get it.
Me and my brother against y'all. Come on, C!.
Let's bust their ass real quick.
-That ain't happening. -Shit.
-Come on.
Twenty-one?
Twenty-one, by one.
Ah. Ah.
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!
Whoo!
Oh, oh, ooh!
-That's money, C! Money, C! -Oh!