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(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

1705. This is it.
Let's go. Hurry.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BETH: Okay, over there.

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

CASTING ASSOCIATE: Emily Barnes?

All right. Follow me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(TELEPHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC BUILDS)

Lauren Lane?

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(MOUTHS) Go.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(SIGHS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SWALLOWS)

(GENTLE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(MUSIC TURNS SINISTER)

(FUNKY TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

JESSICA: (OVER TV) Good morning
from sunny California,

where dozens of famous faces
are waking up...

(GEORGIE BARKING)
...to their worst nightmare,

another celebrity
hacking scandal.

I'm Jessica Collins,
coming to you live

from Los Angeles with
breaking news on this story.

A shocking security breach
overnight...
(SIGHS)

...flooding the internet
with explicit images...
Come on, Georgie.

(GEORGIE BARKS)
...private information,
even passwords,

belonging to some of
Hollywood's biggest names.

And at the center
of the media storm,

America's sweetheart,
Lauren Lane.

Just hours ago,
these intimate personal images

belonging to
the Emmy award-winning actress

leaked online,
igniting a firestorm of views,

with Lane's name currently
topping the list

of most searched terms
on the internet.

But perhaps
most shocking to many

is this photo
of a positive pregnancy test,

which is already
sparking rumors...
(GEORGIE BARKING)

...and speculation about
who the father may be.
(SIGHS)

(PANTS)
JESSICA: Lane has yet to make
a public statement,

but fans and fellow celebs
are rallying behind the star,

who's best known for the role...

(SIGHS) Those pathetic little
vultures are outside again.

An entire population
under some dystopian spell.

Never mind climate change,
sex trafficking,

global poverty rates--
(SIGHS) Grace, please.

No existential dread today.
My Klonopin's just kicked in.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Thanks.

Here. (SIGHS)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Place is weird
and pretty, like you.

Andrew's new assistant
sent it over.

Feels cozy, remote...
(LAUREN SIGHS)

...no service for miles.

Please don't connect
to the Wi-Fi, Lauren.

(SIGHS)
Give yourself a break.

You sure you don't want me
to go with you?

I want to be alone.

Okay.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

JESSICA: (OVER TV)
...with production for season 11

of Meet the Johnsons
starting in just a few weeks...
(SIGHS) Shit.

...fans can't help but wonder

if the surprise pregnancy...
Shut up. (GROANS) Shut up.

...will find its way
into the storyline

of famously single
Sally Johnson.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

(GEORGIE BARKS)

GRACE: Hey, yo,
you know the drill.

Um. Give it about ten minutes.
(ENGINE REVVING)

(EXHALES)
(DISTANT CLAMORING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

GRACE: I sent you
the keypad code.

LAUREN: You're an angel.

I love you. Thank you.

GRACE: You got this. Hmm?

Take a week to relax.

(SOBBING) This is so fucked.
Everyone's gonna find out.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
GRACE: No. No one's gonna
find out anything. Hey, hey.

Look at me.
(SIGHS)

GRACE: What does
Dr. Kershaw always say?

(BREATHES DEEPLY) Breathe.

There you are.

Now, go.
(GEORGIE BARKING)

(GRACE SIGHS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(GRACE BLOWS KISS)

So, what are you saying?

ANDREA: (OVER PHONE)
Lauren, listen.

I've been your agent
for how long now?

No one is more upset
about this than me.

I feel, like, literally
so violated right now.

Excuse me?

ANDREA:
You're America's daughter.

You're Sally Johnson
from The Johnsons...

(CHUCKLES) ...for God's sake.

And whatever little
dipshit hacker did this

just became
Osama bin-fucking-Laden,

and we are gonna find him,

kill him,
and bury his ass in the ocean.

And everyone
has your back on this.

Okay? But there are questions.
LAUREN: Questions?

(INHALES DEEPLY) Um, yeah.
The network is curious

about that picture
of the positive pregnancy test.

What about it?

ANDREA: It obviously
would affect production.

Oh, it's cold. Uh. I know.

Obviously, everyone here,
especially the network,

is Team You.

We just need to know
what that means.

Maybe it isn't even yours.

Grace could fake a pregnancy
for you on this one.

I am not asking my assistant
to fake a pregnancy test.

Are... are you serious, Andrea?
Lauren, I just need to know

what to tell
the American people right now.

Tell the American people
that they can fuck off.

ANDREA: Lauren, no, the--
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

("NOTHING'S GONNA HURT YOU BABY"
PLAYING)

(GEORGIE WHINES)
(ENGINE REVVING)

♪ Whispered something
In your ear ♪

(GEORGIE WHINES)

♪ It was a perverted thing
To say ♪

♪ But I said it anyway ♪
(GEORGIE WHINING, BARKING)

LAUREN: Pit stop, Georgie?

(GEORGIE WHINES)
(CHUCKLES) Okay.

(INHALES) Pit stop it is.

♪ Made you smile and look away ♪

(SONG STOPS ABRUPTLY)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)

Mom, you gotta stop calling.

You need something,
call Grace, please?

I don't know.

It's a quiet little place
or something.

(SNIFFLES)
Just gotta clear my head.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Wow. Really? You're embarrassed?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Well, if your friends
are so judgmental,

then stop taking them
on weekend trips

and buying them fancy dinners

with my money
that I've been making you

since I was
eight years old! You--

(GEORGIE BARKING)

Did you really just ask me that?

Did you really-- (SCOFFS)
Do I know who the father is?

You were there!

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(PANTS)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GEORGIE PANTS)

(GEORGIE BARKS)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Unlocked.

Come on, Georgie. Go.

(GEORGIE BARKS)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SWITCHES FLICKING)

(GEORGIE BARKING)

(GEORGIE PANTING)

LAUREN: (CHUCKLES)
This is nice, Georgie.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(GEORGIE SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE KEYPAD CLICKING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

Georgie?

(DISTANT PAWS PADDING)

(EXHALES)

Hmm.

Georgie?
(GEORGIE BARKING)

(GEORGIE PANTS)

Wow.

(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)

LAUREN: Hmm. Nice.

Come on, Georgie. Dance with me.

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

LAUREN: (OVER TV) I can't.
I have to babysit Billy tonight.

Yeah, he totally peed-off dad,
he stole his bike

and crashed it
into his sunflowers.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING OVER TV)
I know.

Do you need help
with the math homework?

Yeah, Mr. Mathers,
he's totally kicking my butt...

MARCUS: No way.
...with these equations
right now.

(CHUCKLES)
LAUREN: Okay,
I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(SNIFFLES)
(CELL PHONE RINGING OVER TV)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
LAUREN: Hey, Janey.

You're going
to the movies? (GROANS)

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING OVER TV)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(GEORGIE BARKING)
LAUREN: Don't worry, Georgie.

It's just a fantasy.

Swallowed up by the trees alone.

(GEORGIE BARKING)

It's a stab
at some poetry, Georgie.

Tough crowd.

(GEORGIE WHIMPERS)

Love you.

(SIGHS)

(MELLOW TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(GEORGIE WHINES)

(KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING)

(PANTS)

(PHONE KEYPAD CLICKING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
ANNOUNCER: And now,
the little girl we've watched

grow up
on this very sound stage,

Lauren Lane
as America's sweetheart,

Sally Johnson!
(AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)

ANNOUNCER: Our new guest star,
and possible boyfriend,

Dylan Price
is the handsome heartbreaker,

Skyler!
(AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)

ANNOUNCER: And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

America's favorite dad,
Peter Johnson as Peter Johnson!

(CHUCKLES)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)

(BLOWS KISS)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

LAUREN: I just don't get
why Skyler had to leave.

I thought
we'd be together for... (SOBS)

Hey, sis, I could totally go
over to the prom

and do a kickflip into his butt.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES) That's sweet, but...

(SNIFFLES) ...that won't be
necessary, Billy.

AUDIENCE: Aw!

Whatever. Let's go, Connor.
(BREATHES DEEPLY, SNIFFLES)

PETER: You kids,
no skateboarding in the house.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
(SIGHS, SNIFFLES)

Your brothers really love you,
you know that?

I know.
You know who else loves you?

This guy right here.
I've loved you

since the first day
I held you in my arms,

and I will until the day I die
because family is forever.

And boyfriends, well,
they... they come and they go.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

And sometimes,
they really stink.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)
Dad, that's so dumb. (SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS) But thank you.

AUDIENCE: Aw!
PETER: There, there.

There, there.
(LAUREN SNIFFLING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING, CHEERING)

(PETER MOANING, PANTING)
(LAUREN MOANING, PANTING)

(MOANS)
(PETER GRUNTS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What?

ASSISTANT: (MUFFLED)
Um. Hi, Peter!

Hair and makeup
can take you now.
(PANTS)

PETER: I'll be there
when I'm good and ready.

(GRUNTS, MOANS)
(MOANS, PANTS)

I love you.
(PETER PANTS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)
(PANTS)

(SIGHS)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INHALES) Hey. (SIGHS) Here.

(WHIMPERS)
(LAUREN SMOOCHES)

(GEORGIE PANTS)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(HARDCORE ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

You really fucked it up, Merg.

You really fucked it up, huh?
You think I'm gonna sit around,

and wait to see
what Mike will do this time?

We need cash. We need cash fast.

Oh, shit.
What if we do a start-up?

I always wanted
to do a start-up.

How about you start up
another one of these,

so I don't feel a thing
when I get my brains blown out?

MERG: Don't say that.
You guys don't listen.
A start-up could take years

to mature to any real profit.
GAMER 1: (OVER TV)
On the left, on the left.

What do you know
about 'em, Marcus?

I watch YouTubes, dipshit.

That's right, he does.
You heard him, it takes years.

He's got
an entrepreneurial mind,

he's watching his videos.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

GAMER 2: (OVER TV)
Cover me, cover me.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(CELL PHONE CLICKS)
(SIGHS)

DARREN: What about that
fancy little cabin gig you got?

They got somebody new in there?

No, not really.

It's off-limits, Darren.
It's my one rule.

You guys should listen to me
'cause I'm the only one

keeping the lights on
in this place.

I'm the only one
with a real job.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, nephew, I believe
we have a deal, don't we?

This is my place, you stay here,
and you don't hold out on me.

So, now, what do you think
the boss of that cabin would do

if she knew about
your little legal record? Huh?

Find another way.

Please.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(GEORGIE PANTING)

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE CLICKS)

Leave me alone.

PETER: (OVER PHONE)
Lauren, where are you?

I don't wanna tell you
where I am.

PETER: This is serious.
Do you understand?

Yes, yes,
obviously, I understand.

PETER: Obviously, you don't!
You're not listening.

Well...

PETER: You need to tell me
where you are, let me in.

LAUREN:
Wh... why would I do that?

(GEORGIE WHIMPERS)
PETER: Lauren, honey.
What do you--

Now, what's that supposed
to mean?

It means you are not
in control anymore.

PETER: I am not trying
to control you.

Look, you are
the love of my life, okay?
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

I would do anything
for you, anything.

I am trying to make sure
that we do this perfectly,

so that
we don't lose everything,

our lives,
our relationships, the show.

They would have to wipe it
out of existence, Lauren,

Soviet Union style.

Bury every episode
like they never even existed.

I know you're scared. Okay?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)

PETER: But there are
really discreet ways

of dealing with this.

You... you obviously can't go
to a clinic.
(SCOFFS)

So, if it's too late for a pill,
I will pay for a house visit.

All right?
I've already looked into it.

They can even do it
on the property,

wherever you are.

Where are you, sweetie?
Specifically.

Let me help you, okay?
Let me take care of this.

Where are you?

LAUREN: I don't wanna have
this conversation right now.
(SCOFFS) Fine, fine!

If you wanna let this play out
your way,

I will start looking
at property in France,

next to Woody Allen
and Roman Polanski

because that is how
they'll spin this.

Is that what you want?

Wouldn't be much of a spin,
I guess.

Oh, don't you dare.
Don't you dare turn on me now.

Don't you dare try
and paint this

into some kind of
a "Me Too" sob story.

You and I both know
what you are,

and now, I guess,
so does America.

Good luck convincing them
you're some sort of an angel.

I got out of town
to clear my head.

This is not helping.

I gotta go.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
No, La... Lauren,
please, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

You're not listening to me.
No. You're--
Goodbye.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(GRUNTS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(GEORGIE WHIMPERING)

(YELLS) Clearing her head!
(GLASS SHATTERING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
What about my wife? My kids?

Calm down.
PETER: I gave her a life.

I gave her a career,
millions of dollars.

Network TV money, man.

And now,
she's threatening the show?

My show?

Hundreds of people
would lose their jobs,

their livelihoods.

The network?
It'd be a full shutdown.

How about the fans?
What about the fans?

"Hey, Lauren, knock, knock."

"What do you wanna say
to the fans?"

And now,
she has all the leverage,

just like that.

My entire existence
at the mercy of a...

emotionally unstable,
talentless brat!

No need for the hysterics.

(SIGHS)
You pay, it's done.

Guaranteed, friend.

Monroe'd.

Everybody knows
they killed Epstein, sloppy.

But Marilyn, on the other hand,
who knows?

She likes the good life.

It's hard to be a star.
Lots of pressure, booze, drugs.

And then someone
hacked her iCloud,

posts her nudes
all over the internet.

Wouldn't be such a big deal

if her rabid fans
weren't so violently puritan.

So, she takes a drive somewhere,

tries to take the edge off
with some booze and pills,

and who can blame her.

And suddenly,
she mixes her highs.

Happens all the time.

People fuck up,
especially stars.

Then they just drift away...

gone.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
America would believe that?

America will believe anything
if you sell it to them right.

(SIGHS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(RATS SQUEAKING)
(WHIMPERS, PANTS)

(RATS SQUEAKING)
(GEORGIE SNIFFS, WHIMPERS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Georgie, please.
(GEORGIE WHIMPERS, PANTS)

LAUREN: What are you doing
over there?

(SIGHS)
(PANTS)

Georgie...

(BREATHES DEEPLY, SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)
(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)
(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(URINE TRICKLING)

You really need to watch?
(PANTS)

(TOILET FLUSHING)
(FAUCET RUNNING)

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

Bedtime, Georgie.
(GEORGIE PANTS, SNIFFS)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CELL PHONE CLICKS)
(SIGHS, GRUNTS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(TOILET FLUSHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)

(CELL PHONE CLICKS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DARREN EXHALES)

(CELL PHONE CLICKS)
Huh.

(WHISPERS) Holy fucking shit.

Holy fucking shit.
Hey, Merg. Merg!

Hey! Hey, Merg.

(CLICKS TONGUE, SNAPS FINGERS)

(WHISTLES)
MERG: Hmm?

DARREN: Get up. Come on.

(THRILLING CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING)

DARREN:
I'm going stealth mode here.

Turn that shit off.

(GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS) No, no, no. No, no.

No, no.

Oh, no. Darren?

Damn it!

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(MARCUS MUMBLES, PANTS)

Don't you touch her!

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(GEORGIE PANTS)

MERG: This shit's bright, bro.

DARREN: Listen to me.

We go in there,
we get the stuff,

and we get out. Simple.

Worked like a charm last time.
You heard me?

Hey, do you hear me?
MERG: Huh?

ADHD boy.

I ain't going back to the pen.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah,
whatever you say, boss.

(CAR DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
(MERG LAUGHING)

(PANTS)
(GASPS SOFTLY)

(GEORGIE BARKING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

What, Georgie?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
DARREN: Got the code.

(INHALES)
(GEORGIE GROWLING, BARKING)

Georgie, what is it?
(GEORGIE BARKING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

DARREN: (WHISPERS)
One, nine, four, one.

(GEORGIE WHINING, BARKING)

DARREN: (WHISPERS)
Now, be super fucking quiet.

(MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)

LAUREN: (WHISPERS)
Georgie! Georgie!

Shit!
AUTOMATED VOICE: Unlocked.

(DARREN WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
LAUREN: (GASPS) Oh, my God.

(GEORGIE BARKS, GROWLS)
Holy shit! God damn it!

(MERG GROANS, GRUNTS)
DARREN: God damn it!

(GEORGIE WHIMPERING)
DARREN: Shut it up!
Look, it's running off.

Do it. Let's go!
(GEORGIE WHIMPERS)

DARREN: Supposed to be
a no pet policy.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

DARREN:
Great hiding spot, dummy.
(MERG GIGGLES)

DARREN:
Just grab anything valuable.

MERG: There's about a couple
grand worth of shit here.

(PANTS, WHIMPERS)

DARREN: (WHISPERS)
Get in and get out, okay?
MERG: (WHISPERS) Yeah, yeah.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)
DARREN: Ooh, look at these.

Ooh!
Just what the doctor ordered.
(MERG MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

DARREN: All right, take it easy
and stay focused, all right?
MERG: (MUMBLES) Or what?

DARREN: Go see if there's
any shit in the bathroom.
MERG: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This bitch looks rich, rich.
(OBJECTS RATTLING)

MERG: Hey, that Crankenstein's
really k... kickin' in, man.

(PANTS)
DARREN: I think this is Cartier.

(MERG GIGGLING)
DARREN: (WHISPERS) What the fuck
you laughing about?

What do you want?

DARREN: Hey.
(MERG BREATHING HEAVILY)

I can hear you.
I can hear you breathing!

(MUFFLED) Who's there?
DARREN: Don't even think
about it. Hey, idiot.

(LAUREN GASPS, PANTS)
(MERG GRUNTS)

DARREN: Leave it, man! Leave it.
MERG: (GRUNTS) No! (GROANS)

DARREN: Let go of it! All right?
We're not going in there!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Let's just get the shit
and get out of here.

MERG: Come on.
Don't you wanna have some fun?
DARREN: What?

No, that's not part of the plan.

What if I want
the plan to change?

(WHISPERS) I'm the guy
with the gun, remember?
DARREN: Oh, what?

Someone gives you a gun and now
you think you're Al Capone?

She don't know who we are.

But if we open that door,
it's all over.

You're on your third strike.
Am I wrong?

Look, we go in there,

we make sure
she doesn't say shit.

We make sure real easy, D.
Are you an idiot?

Listen to sense, man.
Look at my face.

(WHISPERS) Look at my face.
I'm talking sense to you.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)

MERG: This fancy ass bitch...
AUTOMATED VOICE: Unlocked.

...already heard our names, bro!
You in or you out?

What the fuck, you guys?
You promised!
MERG: Oh, fuck this.

You-- (GRUNTS)
DARREN: All right,
all right, all right!

Hey, stop!
Back up!

DARREN: That's enough!
(MERG GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)
(ALL SCREAM, GRUNT)

DARREN: Shit!
LAUREN: Oh, God!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS, PANTS)

You're the one
who took his phone!

Your uncle took your phone!

DARREN: Marcus,
I didn't touch your shit!

Where is she? Huh?

(LAUREN BREATHES SHAKILY)

You shouldn't have done that!
You know she's famous!

DARREN: Dog started barking.
This guy... this guy went crazy!
(WHIMPERS)

MERG: I wanted to get
in and out, like the last time,

but Darren,
he messed it all up.

The fuck did you say?
I'm done with you.

He's your friend, this...
I don't know this guy.
(LAUREN BREATHES SHAKILY)

DARREN: All the shit I've done
for you? Come on, man!

LAUREN: (BREATHES SHAKILY) Hey.

Take everything.
I won't tell anyone.

(SOBBING) I...
I won't say a word.

You hear me? Not a word!

Let's go!
Maybe she's cool, y'all.

You know?
DARREN: What?

Maybe she's, like, cool with it.

(MOCKINGLY) Okay, honey,
I'm gonna open the door now.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GIGGLES)
(LOUD BANGING)

DARREN: Hey!
(MERG GRUNTING)

Hey, no! The fuck are you doing?
(MARCUS MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

(MERG GRUNTS)
Leave her alone!

Give me the gun!
MARCUS: Hey! Let go-- (GRUNTS)

Give me the gun!
Let go of the gun--

(GUNSHOT)

(MARCUS GROANING)
(LAUREN SCREAMS)

(GROANS)
DARREN: Oh. Oh, no.

DARREN: Oh...
He tried to go for the gun, man.
He was gonna shoot both of us!

What the fuck did you do?

(BREATHES SHAKILY)
MERG: Dude, calm...

MARCUS: Ple... please,
Uncle Darren, help me, help me!
All right, kid.

(SOBS) Please, Uncle Darren,
help me.
DARREN: Hey, hey, hey.

I don't wanna die. Please!
DARREN: No, no, no.
You're gonna be all right, kid.

We're gonna get you
to the hospital.

You're the one who said
we're not going back to jail, D!

(MARCUS GROANS, WHIMPERS)
MERG: You fucked us up so bad!

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
MERG: I... I can't go back
to jail.

We don't... we don't do so good
in... in jail, man.

You don't do so good.
(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

Fuck it, just do it. Just do it.

Just do it.
MERG: Yeah. Yeah!

Just fucking do it.

(SOBBING) Just fucking do it.
(GUN RATTLES)

(SOBBING) Just fucking do it.
(MARCUS CHOKING)

(MARCUS GROANS)
(DARREN EXCLAIMS)

(LAUREN SCREAMS, SOBS)

DARREN: Now, what about her?

This is your fault.

You...
(BREATHES SHAKILY)

DARREN: You in there.
(LOUD BANG)

(GASPS, SOBS)
DARREN: I should
kill you too, goddamn it!

(DOOR LOCK RATTLING)
DARREN: The fuck is wrong
with this door?

(WOOD SNAPPING)
(DARREN GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY, GRUNTS)

(DOOR HANDLE CLATTERS)
(LAUREN WHIMPERING)

(PANTING) Let's go.

Make this look right.
She's not going anywhere, okay?

We go back to the house.
We get my cleaning supplies.

We're gonna clean
this shit up, okay?

But we gotta go right now.

Right now! Let's go, dude!
(DARREN INHALES DEEPLY)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR SLAMMING SHUT)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(WOOD CREAKING)
LAUREN: (GASPS) Oh, my God.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(DOOR HANDLE CLATTERS)
(SCREAMS) Fuck!

(SOBS, BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS)

(SHRIEKS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

(SCREAMS) Help!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

Help! (SOBS)

Georgie! Georg--

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Oh, my God.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(WATER BUBBLING)
(PIPES CREAKING)

(LAUREN GROANS, PANTS)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

Come on.

(GRUNTS, SIGHS)

People are always
underestimating me. Why is that?

Don't they know
I was raised by wolves?

(EXHALES)

(WATER BUBBLING)

(LAUREN SIGHS)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)
(SOBS SOFTLY)

I'm so sorry, baby.

(SOBS) I'm so sorry.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOBBING) Will you forgive me?

(WATER GURGLING)
(PIPES CREAKING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I won't give up.

I will not. They'll see.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES)

(HOLLOW THUDDING)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

Oh, no.
(LIGHT BULB BUZZING)

(GASPS)

No, no, no, no, no.

Not today, Satan,
you son of a bitch!

(EXCLAIMS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GROANS, PANTS)

No, there's gotta be a way out.

(PANTS, GRUNTS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

We need water, baby.

I mean, Grace will be here soon.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Like Dr. Kershaw says.

That's the spirit. Breathe.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Wait, wait. (EXHALES)

Yeah, okay. (SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(RATS SKITTERING, SQUEAKING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, no! No!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MUFFLED) Help!

(MUFFLED) Help!

(GEORGIE WHINES)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

MERG: ...a small amount of cash.
DARREN: Uh-huh.

MERG: So, you know,
one small investment,

we move up, up to Palo Alto,

and honor his spirit
by making a shit-ton of dough.

That's how we get out!
Palo Alto, man! Palo Alto!

(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(MERG SOBBING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING IN DISTANCE)

(GASPS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Unlocked.

Oh, my God.
I'm here, Grace? Grace!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

(SOBBING) You did this.

You did this!
(WHIMPERS) I can help you!

DARREN: Help me, huh?

How the hell can you help me?

LAUREN: (MUFFLED) Look, this...
this isn't your fault, okay?

Your nephew,
your... your... your friend,

none of this
is your fault, okay?

Just take whatever you want
and go!

I'll vouch for you.

(DARREN SCOFFS)
What about me?

LAUREN: (MUFFLED)
Both of you, I promise.

Take whatever you want.
Did you see the Porsche?

(MUFFLED) Look,
let me vouch for you.

I have money.
I can make all of this go away.

I can-- I... I can set you up...

(MUFFLED) ...with something
really, really nice. I can--

I... I can
make it all happen, okay?

No problem. Just take
whatever you want and leave. I--

I mean,
I'll just tell them the truth.

I'll just-- Hey, I'm... I'm...
I'm stuck in here. I--

(MUFFLED) I didn't see anyone.
I can't ID anyone. Shit.

Why'd you have to shoot him
through the head?

(SOBBING) I wanted to make it
look more like a suicide?

DARREN: (MUFFLED) But now
we can't have an open casket.

So, that's just great.
(MERG SOBBING)

DARREN: (MUFFLED)
Wrap him in that tarp.
Okay, okay, it's like this...

your nephew,
he... he was chasing me

around the house, okay?

(MUFFLED)
He's one of my violent stalkers,

and I'm finally within reach
after all these years.

And I'm... I'm running around,
I'm screaming...

(MUFFLED) ...and finally,
I have to hide in here, right?

Of course.

And we have a tug of war
with the door,

when bam, his gun goes off.

(MUFFLED)
I can hear him groaning.

The life is... leaving his body
with every breath.

And knowing it's all over,

I hear him crash
against the wall.

I can hear him...
put the gun in his mouth...

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

...and he's mumbling something
about his mother.

(MUFFLED) She left him
when he was a baby...

(SOBBING)
...and he misses her
a whole lot.

But he sees her now.

And the last thing he said...

was, "I'm sorry."

DARREN: (MUFFLED) Jesus Christ.
You're one messed up bitch.

If that's the story
you want me to tell,

I will sell the shit out of it.

It'll probably help my career.

Darren? It's Darren, right?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I'm an actress.

I can do this. I can help you.

MERG: (WHISPERS) Hey, D...

leaving her alive

is a massive liability
for both of us.

She knows
you're Marcus' uncle, okay?

That's enough to ID us both!

No, no, no, no, no!
No, that's not true.

I won't say a word. I swear.
I swear. Not a goddamn word!

Okay.

Honey, you got yourself a deal.

(SIGHS)

(LOUD BANGING)
(DARREN GRUNTS)

LAUREN: No, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait!

(SOBS) Can you just hear me out
for one second, please?
Stand back.

LAUREN: Okay, please?
Just hear me out!
What? Hey!

Stand back! (PANTS)

Whoa, whoa, hold on!
Ho... hold on!

(BULLET DINGS)
(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)
(LAUREN SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS) I'm shot!
(WHIMPERS) I got shot!

(WHIMPERS)

(EXCLAIMS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
DARREN: (WHIMPERS) Oh, my God!

I'm bleeding!

I'm pregnant!

Huh?

The father,
he's my co-star, he's famous,

he... he has a lot of money too.

You know him.
Everyone knows him.

You--
You ever seen The Johnsons?

(GROANS) I love that show.
I'm serious. Please, Darren,

you can't leave me
to die like this.

I'm gonna be a mother,
I'm gonna be...

(SOBS, MUFFLED)
Gonna be a mother.

(WHIMPERS) Oh, no. Oh, no.

(MUFFLED) Oh, fuck. (SOBS)
(SOBS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR SLAMMING SHUT)

(ENGINE REVVING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUREN SOBS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(LAUREN CONTINUES SOBBING)

(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING
(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)

(GROANS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY, GROANS)

Hey. Hey.
NURSE: Sir?

Hey.
NURSE: Get Dr. Coulson.

Sir!
(GROANS)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(RAT SQUEAKS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

DYLAN: You know, if the audience
likes our storyline,

this might start to feel real.
LAUREN: Oh, yeah?

(CHUCKLES) Oh! Okay!
Uh-huh. (CHUCKLES)

PETER: Well,
what's going on here?
Uh.

Hi.
Hey. Dylan, right?

Yeah, yeah.
PETER: Yeah, Dylan,

we are so happy to have you.
(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)

PETER: Dylan, would you
give me a moment with Lauren?

Uh, we need to go over
some notes I have for scene six.

Sure. Yes, sir. Absolutely.

Um, I'll see you later, Lauren.
Yeah, later.

DYLAN: Bye.
Thanks, kid.

He's sweet.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
He's a cute kid.

He is-- He's not-- He's...
He's not my type, so...

(SNIFFS)
Which scene?

Hey, so...
Yeah.

PETER: Uh, in... in--
Yeah, number six.
Six?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, ECHOES)

(RAT SQUEAKING, SKITTERING)

(FURNACE WHOOSHING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(SCREAMS, PANTS)
(WATER GURGLING)

(RAT SQUEAKS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS, YELPS)
(RAT SQUEAKS)

(SCREAMS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(RAT SQUEAKING)

(LIGHT BULB BUZZING)
(RAT SQUEAKING)

(GROANS, PANTS)

(GROANS, SCREAMS)

(GROANS, WHIMPERS)

(GROANS)
Stay with me, baby. (PANTS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUREN BREATHES HEAVILY)

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)
(METAL SCRAPING)

(GRUNTS, BREATHES DEEPLY)

(RAT SKITTERING, SQUEAKING)

(LOUD THUD)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)

Fuck you!

(PANTS)

(CHUCKLES, GASPS)

Baby... do you see it?

You see that?

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

LAUREN: Something's there.
(CHUCKLES)

We've broken through.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY) What is it?

What is it?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(WHISPERS) You see that?

What is it?

(EKG MONITOR BEEPING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

JAMISON:
His name is Darren Conley.

I ran him.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

His last stint cost him
five years in the pen.

Sounds like
a drug deal gone wrong.

He said something about a woman,
pregnant, said she was stuck.

He was heavily sedated though,
so it was hard to tell

if he was lucid or rambling.
I don't know.

CARROLL: We'll look into it.

Let us know
when he wakes up, Doc.

(METAL CLANKING)
(LAUREN GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS) Fuckers. (PANTS)

(WATER GURGLING)
(PIPES CREAKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS, SIGHS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(LICKS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

(PANTS)

(RATS SKITTERING, SQUEAKING)

I will not be...

defeated! (GRUNTS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(PANTS, WHINES)

(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC
PLAYING OVER STEREO)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Aw! What you doing
out there, hon?

Aw!

Well, hello there.

My name's Loretta.

I'm taking it
you can't talk right now.

(CHUCKLES) So, I'm just gonna
call you "Honey."

(PANTS, WHINES)
All right.

(SHUSHES) No, no, don't.
(GEORGIE GROWLS)

No! Uh-- (SHUSHES)
I'm not gonna hurt you.

I... I-- I'm just--
I'm not gonna go anywhere, okay?

Oh! What a beauty.

(GEORGIE GROWLS SOFTLY)

Oh! "Georgie."

(PANTS)

(HUMS "YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE")

♪ When skies are gray ♪

(LOUD THUDDING)
(LAUREN GRUNTING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS, PANTS)
(WATER GURGLING)

Oh, look. A rat's nest, baby.

(PANTS)

Oh! (GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(PIPES CREAKING)

(LAUREN BREATHES HEAVILY)

(PIPES CREAKING)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(WATER GURGLING)
(PIPES CREAKING)

(SHRIEKS, GASPS)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

DR. MURPHY:
Well, she's got good teeth.

Recently groomed.
I bet she's chipped.

Yeah, Georgie's her name.

There's a phone number
on the tag.

Called it, no answer.

DR. MURPHY: I'm gonna have
to run some more tests,

make sure nothing's
going on internally.

Oh, no wonder she's so ornery.

I'd be damn ornery too,
sweetheart,

if somebody left me
by the side of the road.

You got a way to pay, Loretta?
LORETTA: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just, you know,
do what you have to do for her.

(SIGHS)
I'm always good for it.
I'll... figure something out.

Well, keep trying that number.
Yeah, yeah.

Seems like she's lost,
not forgotten.

Okay, you can bet on it.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

LORETTA: Okay,
over here, sweetheart.

Bup, bup, bup,
bup, bup, bup, bup.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Ah! Oh, that's great. Okay.

Uploaded! (CHUCKLES)

Now, let's just hope
somebody recognizes

this poor little baby.
(GEORGIE WHINES)

(METAL CLANKING)
(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)

(GRUNTS, BREATHES DEEPLY)

(HOLLOW THUDDING)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(MUFFLED THUDDING)

(BROODING MUSIC BUILDS)

(THUDDING CONTINUES)
(GRUNTS)

(PIPE CLANKING)

(GRUNTS)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

You got me out of bed for this?

JAMISON: It's after 06:00.

CARROLL: Waking up early
is good for you.

JAMISON: Nice one, Carroll.
Jesus...

He pays me cash.

I've never seen
a woman here ever,

pregnant or otherwise.

JAMISON: Who else lived here?

APARTMENT MANAGER: A roommate.
Don't know his name.

And his nephew. Nice kid.
JAMISON: Any of them work?

Kid told me he got a job
at an Airbnb up PCH.

Nice place, he said.

You'd think he'd won the lottery
or something,

you know? (CHUCKLES)

CARROLL: Found something.

Stay here, okay?
Yeah, sure. Yeah.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

APARTMENT MANAGER: What a mess.

You guys wanna tell me
what this is all about?

JAMISON: Call it in.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(EKG MONITOR BEEPING)

Hey.

Hey!

Hey, nurse! Hey, nurse!

Shit. This ain't right.
Some kind of mistake!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Hey, come in here.
You can give me a hand, come on.

Hey, nurse!

Hey, why they got me chained up?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(WATER POURING)

(METAL SCRAPING)

(GRUNTS)
(METAL CLANKING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(BARCODE SCANNER BEEPING)
Uh...

(CELL PHONE CHIMING REPEATEDLY)
LORETTA: Mm-hmm.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LORETTA: Hmm.
(CELL PHONE CONTINUES CHIMING)

Uh, cover for me, darling.
I need a little potty break.

CO-WORKER: Yeah. No problem.
He's... he's got you.

Thank you.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

What? Why do I have
Lauren Lane's dog?

Eight thousand likes?

That's ridiculous!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(GASPS SOFTLY) Oh. Um...

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Hello?
KROFT: (OVER PHONE)
Loretta Collins.

Uh, um, sir, i...
if this is about my card,

I told you
that I would pay the minimum

and that I would
get to you as soon as I--

This is about a dog.
You rescue dogs, don't you?

LORETTA: (OVER PHONE)
Oh, yes. Um...

Yes. I do. (CHUCKLES)
That's me. Yes.

KROFT: Fantastic.
Huge dog lover myself.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
KROFT: Ms. Collins,

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
...I'm a private detective.

My client has paid me
a lot of money to find out

exactly how you got a hold
of his...

his friend's puppy.

He's worried, understandably so.

You know how people can be
about their... creatures.

Um, okay.

The puppy
you picked up yesterday,

can you tell me
exactly where you picked him up?

Mister, I don't know
nothing about Georgie.

When I found him,
he was wet and dirty,

and then... and then--
Th... that is all I know.

And... and right now, I gotta...
I gotta hang up the phone.

I gotta get back
to my shift before I get fired.

My client wants to know exactly
where you found that dog.

He's willing to pay you enough

that you can tell
your mom-and-pop grocery bosses

to suck it.

How do you know where I am?

Wait a minute.
This isn't about Georgie.

Who... who is this?
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

(KEYS JANGLING)
(ENGINE REVVING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BED CLANGS)
JAMISON: Whoa.

Good morning.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Where's your nephew, Darren?
Where's Marcus?

(EKG MONITOR BEEPING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

I don't know.
Why are you asking?

He's a big boy.
Uh, uh. Could be...

at home.
I'm not my nephew's keeper.

Your nephew is gone,
your roommate is gone,

and the apartment manager
hasn't seen them in two days.

You went to my place?
You want to talk?

As a matter of fact,
I will say something.

My nephew and my roommate
are troubled boys.

They're tweaking.
You know how it is.

They could be anywhere.

I don't know
where the hell they are.
Hmm.

CARROLL: And, uh,
where does your nephew work?

I... I don't know.

JAMISON: You...

don't know the name of the place
your nephew works at?

No, I don't know
the name of place.
JAMISON: No?

He just started working there.
JAMISON: An inn?
An Airbnb? What?

No. I don't know the--
He just started working there.

Mm-hmm. You want to tell us
how you got shot?

Well, shit.
It was my own fault, you know.

I was, uh... (BREATHES HEAVILY)

...I was trying
to open something and, uh...

I got frustrated and, um...
(CLICKS TONGUE)

...I shot the lock and...
What lock?

At your apartment?
Yeah.

'Cause we didn't find
any damage.

CARROLL: Mm-mm.
No casings. Nothing.

Fuck y'all.

How about you tell us
what happened?

'Cause we found blood splattered
on a T-shirt in your bathroom,

and we've already sent it
to the lab.

You make this easy on us,
and we'll make it easy on you.

How about you get me a lawyer?

You're gonna need it, buddy.

(INHALES, MUMBLES SOFTLY)

You know how many fucking
Airbnbs there are up the coast?
(GROANS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(GRUNTS)
(DIAL TONE RINGING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: At the tone,
please record your message.

Hey. Hi. It's... it's me again.
It's Loretta. (EXHALES)

Yeah. I wish you'd answer.

Uh. (SIGHS)
I know you love Georgie.

I know you do.

I hope you're okay.
I'm... I'm praying for you.

Just call me.

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING)
(DISTANT DOGS BARKING)

RECEPTIONIST: Hi, sir.
How can I help you?

Is the doctor in?

RECEPTIONIST: Wait, wait. Sir?
Do you have an appointment? Sir?

DR. MURPHY: I mean,
Georgie's gonna be fine.

(CHUCKLES) People have been
hounding the clinic all day.

My client wants to pay
for any medical bills

that have incurred.
Okay. That would be great.

I mean, Loretta lives off
of donations,

so every little bit helps.
W... wait. I'm confused.

(DOG WHINES)
Uh. Are you Georgie's owner?

It's my client's.

Uh, w-- Okay. Okay. That--
That's fine. That's fine too.

Uh, I'm... I'm sure
that's easy to prove.

You have documentation?

You mean like a dog license?

(SCOFFS)
(DR. MURPHY CHUCKLES)

Uh. No, just, uh,
something that, um,

proves you are
who you say you are.

Are you calling me a liar?

No.

(CHUCKLES) Just joking.
What I really need to know

is where you found that dog.

If the dog is injured,
the owner might be too, right?

I... I don't know
what to tell you. I...

I... I wish
I could help more. It's just...

Loretta brings in strays
who are hurt

before the pound does.

(CHUCKLES) Loretta and I
are in a similar business.

If she comes in or calls...

give me a ring.

Okay. Well, it's... it's not a--

It's not really
a cash th... thing.

(THRILLING TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS, GRUNTS)
(DOOR CREAKING)

(LAUREN GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS, EXHALES HEAVILY)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(DOGS BARKING)
Loretta, you gotta come
pick up Georgie.

LORETTA: (OVER PHONE)
Is she ready to go already?

DR. MURPHY: (OVER PHONE)
Honestly, probably not.

But with you she'll be okay.
(TOILET FLUSHING)

DR. MURPHY: I'm getting
really weirded out.
Oh.

DR. MURPHY: People are stalking
the hospital.

(PANTS) Got a strange visit
from a guy in a fancy suit.

He stuffed a bunch of cash
in my hand.

Can you at least take her
for the night?

I'm not in the mood to go
sleeping with the fishies.

I'll have a volunteer
bring her out to you.

Yeah. That's okay.

Okay. I'm coming.
I'm gonna come.

(INHALES) Okay.

(EXHALES)
(FAUCET RUNNING)

(SIGHS) I'm coming, Georgie.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BARCODE SCANNER BEEPING)

(EXHALES, SNIFFLES)

I'm sorry, Judy. I gotta run.
No. You can't--

Not another dog, Loretta.
LORETTA: Sorry, Judy!
This one feels important.

Uh-- I can't guarantee
your job back!

(EKG MONITORS BEEPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(HANDCUFF CLINKING)

Hey. (CLEARS THROAT) Hey, man!

Hey, I really gotta pee.
(HANDCUFF RATTLING)

You mind?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I gotta go real bad.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GROANS)

FEMALE VOICE: (OVER PA)
Dr. Emmett, return to ICU.

Dr. Emmett, return to ICU.

DRIVER: Just hang on.
Hang on. Hang on.

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

You're gonna be okay.
Don't worry. Nurse, nurse.

Congratulations.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAR ALARM DINGING)

(GRUNTS)

(CAR DOORS LOCK)
(ENGINE REVVING)

(GROANS) Ah! (WHIMPERS)

LORETTA: (GRUNTS) Okay.

Hi. Are you Loretta?
That's me, darling.

ANYA: Okay. There you go.
All right. Now, don't you worry.

Georgie's safe with me now.

ANYA: Okay. Bye, Georgie.
Okay. You be well now.

Have a good day.
Okay.

Okay. Good girl.
(PANTS)

LORETTA: They gave you a bath.
You smell good.

Yes. We're going to hightail it
out of here. There we go.

(DARREN GRUNTS)

(INHALES)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY, GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(WATER POURING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

LORETTA: I sort of hate my job.

I mean, it's okay.
It pays the bills,

but, you know, I gotta deal
with all those people.

I would much rather work
in a dog store.

(LAUGHS)
(GEORGIE WHIMPERS)

Wouldn't that be great,
if it was a doggy store

and I could ring you up?
(BARKS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GEORGIE BARKS)
Honey, what is it?

LORETTA: Do you gotta go potty?
Is that what's happening?

Yes, si-- Oh, ooh.
You're looking for a spot.
(GEORGIE WHIMPERS, BARKS)

He's-- Okay.
You're sniffing around.

Hold on, honey.
Hold on. One second.

Let me get you on a leash.
(GEORGIE BARKS)

Oh! (GASPS) What the-- Georgie!

(PANTS, BARKS)

LORETTA: Oh! Georgie?

Georgie!
(GEORGIE BARKS)

Georgie! Oh!

Oh, Georgie! Georgie!

What the-- Georgie!

(WATER TRICKLING)
(METAL CLANKING)

(DARREN GRUNTS)

(WHISPERS) Oh, shit.

(BREATHES SHAKILY, WHISPERS)
Oh, my God.

(GEORGIE BARKING)
Oh, Jesus Christ. Huh?

Georgie! No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(GEORGIE BARKS)

LORETTA: Georgie! Oh, my...
(GEORGIE BARKS)

Georgie?

Is this your house?
Well, I'll be damned.

Straight outta Homeward Bound.

Come on, Georgie!
Let's find your owner!

(LOUD KNOCKING)
LORETTA: Hello!

Hello? Miss? Hello!

Anybody in there?
I have your dog!
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUREN GROANS, MUFFLED)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GEORGIE BARKING)
(GRUNTS) Georgie?

(GASPS)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GRUNTS)

Hello! Hello!

(SIGHS)
(GEORGIE BARKING)

What a big house. Gee.
Hello! Miss? I have Georgie!

I have him! Oh!
(WATER TRICKLING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)
(YELPS) Oh, my God! Who are you?

I'm the cleaning crew.
(GRUNTS)

What do you mean?
Like, the maid?

Yeah, I'm a-- (GROANS)
LORETTA: (GRUNTS) Hey, stop!

Shut up! Just shut up! Shut up!
LORETTA: Let me go!
I'll help you out!

DARREN:
I'm gonna take care of it.
Where is she?

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(DARREN PANTS)

(LORETTA GASPS)

KROFT: Useful idiot.
Hey, buddy--

(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)

Quiet.

This is the thing
about the Lakers, man.

OFFICER: (OVER RADIO)
I think we found something.
Whoa!

OFFICER: The place is up
in the woods, off Highway 210.

It's an Airbnb.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

OFFICER: We're trying
to locate the owners.

They're out of state.

Guy who manages
the property isn't answering.

Manager's name is,
uh, Marcus Straight.

Copy that. Found you, nephew.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)
(LOUD THUDDING)

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Access denied.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Open it.

I... I... I...
I don't have the code.

(GEORGIE BARKING)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Uh, sir, I don't mean
to ask so many questions,

but who are you?

Private security.

Oh! Okay. Well,
then I could just call the--

Hey. If you even move
without my permission,

I will shoot you
without hesitation.

LORETTA: What?
Some private security.

Come on.

(LORETTA PANTS)

(LOUD THUDDING)
(WATER GUSHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUFFLED GRUNTING, SHOUTING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(WATER TRICKLING)

(MUFFLED THUDDING)

(GROANS)

(MUFFLED THUDDING CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

I want triple.
PETER: (OVER PHONE)
What's going on?

Let's just say this went
from Monroe to "Helter Skelter."

(MUFFLED THUDDING)
Looks like the Manson family
paid a visit

and our little Natalie Wood
is in a bad spot.

Sharon Tate.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Natalie Wood was the one
they killed on the boat.

Excuse me. Sharon Tate.
PETER: Who the fuck is that?

Loretta... from,
um, Loretta Dog Rescue.

Yeah. That's Loretta
from Loretta Dog Rescue.

(MUFFLED THUDDING CONTINUES)
KROFT: Don't worry about her.

Despite the mess,
I'll take care of everything.

Call you when it's all done.
PETER: Just... get it done.

(WATER GUSHING)
(LOUD THUDDING)

(SCREAMS)

I think you should probably
hurry up and save her.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUFFLED THUDDING)
(SIGHS)

Would you do me a favor?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Stand about two feet that way.

(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)

(SCREAMS) What the--
Oh! Oh! What-- Oh, my-- Oh!

Oh! Holy shit! Oh, my... (PANTS)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
Uh...

(GASPS, COUGHS)
Oh!

LORETTA: Oh. There you are.
(GASPS, GROANS)

Hi. Hi, I'm Loretta.
(LAUREN GASPS)

LORETTA: Uh.
I brought back your dog.
(GROANS)

Georgie? (GROANS)

There we go. Come on, honey.
That's great.

Let's go over here.
Ooh. Now, I don't know

if you want
to hear this right now,

but I think you squashed
your bodyguard.

What? (GASPS)

LORETTA: The security guy.
He's under there.

(GUNSHOTS)
(BOTH EXCLAIM)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTS) Fuck!

(KROFT BREATHES DEEPLY, GROANS)

(PANTS)

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

(LORETTA GRUNTS)
KROFT: (GROANS) Damn it.

(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)

(LAUREN PANTS)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(EXHALES)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SOFT FOOTSTEPS)

(KROFT GROANS)

(DOOR OPENING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KROFT GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(GROANS)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(PANTS)
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

PETER: (OVER PHONE)
Hello? Can you hear me?

Is it done?
(GASPS)

PETER: Is it done? Kroft?
(SOBS)

(KROFT GRUNTS)
(GROANS, CHOKES)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(KROFT GROANS, GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)

(PIPE CLATTERS)
(SOBS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
(DISTANT ENGINE RUMBLING)

(CAR DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DOOR OPENING)

CARROLL: Drop your weapon!
Hands on your head!

Prospect, need an ambulance.

Multiple bodies.
Send backup now.

Ma'am, step away
from the weapon now!

(LAUREN GRUNTS)
(LOUD THUD)

(CARROLL GRUNTS)
(LAUREN GROANS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Wait a minute. Are you...

(GENTLE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(REPORTERS CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

(PARAMEDIC SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(SNIFFLES, EXHALES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

JAMISON: Hold them. Hold them.

Can I get my phone?

JAMISON: This is
an ongoing investigation, ma'am.

I cannot give you your ph--
LORETTA: Oh, for Pete's sake!

She's owed a phone call!
That's Sally Johnson here!

Right.
It's on the bed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm okay.

Poor girl.

Here he comes. There we go.

JAMISON: Here you go, ma'am.

LORETTA: I'm gonna get you
a bunch of blankets.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS)

(BREATHES SOFTLY)

(CELL PHONES CHIMING)

REPORTER 1: Lauren! Lauren Lane!

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
(EXHALES)

REPORTER 2:
What is going on here?

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

New deal, huh? (CHUCKLES)
What do you say?

(GASPS)
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

PETER:
I don't care what it costs.

I want her off the show!
She's become a real problem,

and some of these stories
she's been telling, it's nuts!

I mean, she's lost the plot.
She's crazy.

I wasn't gonna bring this up,
like, ever,

but... but the crew have been
complaining about her for years.

Yeah. You ever wonder
why Steven Mares walked?

She's difficult, man.
Unemployable. Oh.

Look. It's America's dad!

Yeah. Get the fuck out.
I'm gonna call my lawyer.
(OFFICERS LAUGH)

I'm calling my--
I am calling my--
JAMISON: You're gonna need one.

Let's go, Carroll.
I'm calling my lawyer!

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
I'm calling my--

No. No.
CARROLL: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I-- I'm due on the set!
Just keep moving.

("HELL N BACK" PLAYING)
(CROWD MUTTERING)

Hey. Maybe they'll do one
of those docs on you

when you're in the pen.

CARROLL: My wife loves those.

♪ Could you tell
Where my head was at ♪

♪ When you found me? ♪

♪ Me and you went to hell
And back just to find peace ♪

♪ Man, I thought
I had everything, I was lonely ♪

♪ Now, you're my everything
I was lonely ♪

♪ I mixed a lot of love
With a lot of drugs ♪

♪ Then I found you ♪

♪ She liked petty crimes
She had green eyes ♪

♪ Like Mountain Dew ♪

♪ And where she go
I'll never know ♪

♪ Her friends bounced too ♪

♪ I guess it's their loss
'Cause they'll never know ♪

♪ What we'll amount to ♪

♪ Would you be my light
Be my yellow? ♪

♪ P.Y.T.
Walking down Portobello ♪

♪ Put a smile on this face
At the end of the day ♪

♪ MDMA helped us fly away ♪

♪ Who'd have known
Who'd have known ♪

♪ You would save my life? ♪

♪ Who'd have known
Who'd have known ♪

♪ You would fly my kite? ♪

♪ Could you tell?
Could you tell? ♪

♪ Could you tell, tell ♪

♪ Could you tell
Where my head was at ♪

♪ When you found me? ♪

♪ Me and you went to hell
And back just to find peace ♪

♪ Man, I thought
I had everything ♪

♪ I was lonely ♪

♪ Now, you're my everything
I was lonely ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I remember, I remember
I was all alone ♪

♪ Late night
You would call my phone ♪

♪ Just to check if I was blessed
'Cause you knew I was low ♪

♪ Head gone rolling
Off the throne ♪

♪ I remember, I remember
We was in the park ♪

♪ Late night
Made love on the grass ♪

♪ Got my head in the clouds
Counting all my stars ♪

♪ In my ears
Said the world was ours ♪

♪ Went to hell and back
Just to heal my wounds ♪

♪ 'Cause it gets like that
Wrong side of the moon ♪

♪ No Tutankhamun
You're my Cleopatra ♪

♪ No side thing
Don't need a backup ♪

♪ Need a real one
Don't need an actor ♪

♪ And last one today
Think you won a BAFTA ♪

♪ Come and be my girl, yeah ♪

♪ Could you tell
Where my head was at ♪

♪ When you found me? ♪

♪ Me and you went to hell
And back just to find peace ♪

♪ Man, I thought
I had everything ♪

♪ I was lonely ♪

♪ Now, you're my everything
I was lonely ♪

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Just like we say ♪

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Just like we say ♪

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Just like we say ♪

♪ Say, say ♪
♪ Yeah ♪

(SONG CONCLUDES)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)