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Previously on Heels...

Man, we are losing money.

We are losing so
much fuckin' money.

I'm such a fuckin' failure.

What's going on here, Willie?

Tom and I made an
agreement years ago

that we would do
whatever we need to do

to keep this place alive,

and you don't need to worry
about what those things are.

- Are they legal?
- Some are.

Well, whatever
those other ones are,

we're not doing 'em anymore.

For those of
you wondering what was that,

that was The Condamned.

- Ace Spade is back.
- Dystopia was

supposed to end the night
up with a ring invasion.

Instead, we end the night down
in front of a thousand people.

I am not used to having to
run everything by a partner.

Get used to it!

Or the lawsuit is back on!

So I have some thoughts
on how this should go.

Why should I let you book
what happens in my ring

and trust that you're actually
gonna go through with it?

Well, first off, you get
to punch me in the face.

- Yay, Dad.
- Yeah. Yay, me.

Last
year, total revenue

from professional wrestling
was 1.095 billion.

I guess I could grow to
love professional wrestling.

Brooks
Rizzo just texted.

He's gonna be a little bit late.

We're not gonna start
the show without him.

So meet him out
there for will-call,

sit next to him during the show.

If he needs anything,
get it to him.

You were right about
the women's league.

We'll make Gully put you in a
match with one of his women.

You get in that ring at Dystopia

and just say, "Shove
it up your ass.

I'm here to sparkle."

And I'll be there
to protect you.

Hey,
listen up, Crystal.

This right here is a two-year
contract for you to join FWD.

You get the hell away from her.

You cannot buy Crystal Tyler.

She's no sellout...

like you!

Nice writing, Jack.

Wherever you are, Jack Spade,

this isn't over.

Dystopia for life!

Excuse me.

Somebody told me that you
work with Crystal Tyler

- and the Spade brothers.
- I do.

I'm Brooks Rizzo.

I would love to know
more about them.

Like what?

Everything.

♪ I'm not waiting for ♪

♪ The answer ♪

♪ I will ♪

♪ Walk in the shore ♪

♪ To find you ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ The peace that's your own ♪

♪ Where you come from ♪

♪ All that you want ♪

♪ One that's your own ♪

♪ Place to call home ♪

♪ Won't be ♪

♪ Granted ♪

♪ What is fair in love ♪

♪ Is fair in war ♪

♪ What is fair in love ♪

♪ Is fair in war ♪

♪ One ♪

♪ To one ♪

♪ What's love ♪

♪ In war? ♪

Number
three on the Dick Valentino

"Top Ten Swerves of the
Week" is not out of WWE,

Ring of Honor, or New Japan,

but Florida Wrestling Dystopia.

In the build-up to
what's shaping up to be

a hot cross-promotion, "God
of Chaos" Charlie Gully

has stolen DWL's Crystal Tyler

away from Jack Spade...

and signed her
to a new contract.

Visit Dystopia's Instagram

to see clips of this one, folks.

This gal's a star!

The Duffy
Wrestling League

out of Southwestern Georgia

has had a notable run recently,

with the defection
of Rooster Robbins,

the injury to Bobby Pin,

and the addition of
Rabid Ricky Rabies

and Hall of Famer Wild Bill
Hancock to their roster.

Absent in all of this

has been the Luchador
Diego Cottonmouth.

Maybe Jack Spade
just is not a fan

of Diego Cottonmouth anymore.

But the big story
is The Condamned,

the DWL's new hooded hell-raiser

on a vengeance tour.

Watch out for this guy, folks.

Your friend Dick Valentino
will invite The Condamned

to discuss the drama
at work and play

in the hallowed
halls of the DWL.

If you're making a mess,
make sure you clean it up.

I'm making a vision board.

It's a tool to help me

manifest my goals
for my new gimmick,

"The Condamned," in the ring

but also my own
personal goals in life.

You seem to
distractedly be doing

a lot of very
uncharacteristic stuff.

Not distractedly.
Intentionally.

Mama, I'm realizing that...

I always looked at my
mistakes as like...

malfunctions instead
of what they are...

Choices, made by a dude
who's led an unexamined life.

Unexamined because I've
always been preoccupied,

playing four sports a year,

always in the car
going to practice,

at practice, from
practice, from a game,

working out,
recovering, resting,

always trying to improve
so I can compete,

leaving no room for just...

thinkin',

contemplating, reflecting.

How can I be a part
of a greater good?

How can I be a light and help.

And if we don't do
that, then we're just...

wingin' it.

I don't wanna wing it anymore.

That's all fine.

But you appear to be

wildly swingin' from branch
to branch like a monkey.

Leaving Duffy,
returning to Duffy.

Hatin' wrestling,
rediscovering it.

Merging a gimmick
with real life,

callin' that the
result of reflection.

So while you are transforming
"winging it" into your vision

for who you should be,
consider the following:

earnin' a living.

Now, unless you're
certain that that glue

isn't gonna wind up all
over my dining room table,

you lay some newspaper down.

Need us for background, Chief?

Uh, no, I'm good.

- Wait.
- Don't lecture me.

- One word is not a lecture.
- It is from you.

Please wait till
we get good news.

We may not get good news.

Then save it until
we get bad news

so there's more for us to drown
our sorrows with together.

I gotta say,
Bill, it's all so excitin'!

Amen! We are on
the verge, Willie.

What do y'all think Ted
Turner's really like?

Ted Turner's just
a good ole boy.

Stop movin' 'less you wanna
get real stuck like a pig.

I can't believe Ted Turner's

even talkin' about
us wrestling on TV!

Because his man Eric
Bischoff's seen what we do.

'Cause word's out about
how we do what we do.

Now Ted's about to pay us
to do more of what we do.

W-C-W!

W-C-W!

W-C-W!

I'm gonna go ahead and stash
the liquor in the bathroom.

People get judge-y about
booze at work nowadays.

- Good idea.
- I have them on occasion.

Hey.
Just be yourself.

Seems to be workin' for me.

I was talking to Jack.

Ace, look at you, all geared up.

Very method.

It's what he came
to see, ain't it?

Damn it!

What? What's wrong?

I forgot the crown. Should
I go home and get it?

I think we're good.

Okay. He's here.

- Brooks? Hi.
- All right.

Deb's gonna bring him up.

Well, good luck to
the both of you then.

Every question he
asks, ask three of him.

People love talking
about themselves.

So, ferme la bouche.

- Always a good strategy.
- Yeah.

Ferme la bouche, la douche.

Okay. Well, you
text us if you need rescuing.

- Oh, we got this.
- All right, good, good luck.

That's pretty wet... you're
gonna wanna wipe that off.

You think he's
gonna be all right?

- Time will tell.
- Maybe we should go back in.

- We weren't invited.
- Exactly my point.

Here we go again.

Stay present and preoccupied.

Focus elsewhere for
more productive ends.

Let's rustle up the troops.

If we're gonna take this
promotion to the next level,

we gotta get a whole
lot better at this one,

tout suite!

- Staci Spade, lookin' sharp.
- Morning, Bill.

- Morning, Willie.
- Morning.

- Did the meeting start?
- Just about to, I believe.

Do I have any food in my teeth?

My eyes are terrible.

- You're good.
- Thanks.

Fingers crossed.

I don't get it. Jack
doesn't invite us,

the two people who made this
possible, and he invites her?

Why?

First of all, because
she's his wife.

Second, same reason
I'd invite her

if I was having that meeting.

A smart woman makes any man
look smarter and stable.

Just like you do for
me, ravishing princess.

I gotta get in the Dome.

My master class
is about to begin.

Yesterday,
in a surprise verdict,

former football star OJ Simpson

was found not guilty of murder

in the case of Nicole Brown
Simpson and Ron Goldman.

With more on the story,
we're going to Tim Felix.

That's right,
I'm here now...

Howdy.

Tom Spade to see Mr. Turner.

Yes, Mr. Spade, welcome.

I'll let Mr. Turner
know you're here.

There he is.
Looking sharp, Tom.

Joe, I can't thank
you and Eric enough

for your belief in me
in this introduction.

You're a heck of a
wrestler, Tom... easy to do.

- Morning, Delores.
- Morning, Mr. Canniff.

Your boy OJ had a lucky day, eh?

Oh, he's not my
boy, Mr. Canniff.

Ted is gonna love you.

Ted is just very
invested in the talent

that represents his
name and his networks.

Don't BS him.

He's sincere. Real. Confident.

And that's why he's
gonna like you.

Just be yourself.

I'm off to Houston.
I'll call you tonight.

Ted Turner's
office. Can I help you?

Hi.

Meeting's still going.
That's a good sign.

One would think.

So how long till
we're on WCW Nitro?

Not in our control.
In due time.

How do I let 'em know I don't
wanna just be your valet?

By being the best
valet you can be.

Boo. Bad answer.

We just gotta make each
spot in our matches shine.

Word will get around
that you wanna wrestle.

We just gotta work hard
and do whatever they ask

before we ask for what we want.

But we still got to speak up.

We speak up by making
ourselves indispensable.

With no drama.

That's no way to get ahead fast.

You watch how soon
we climb the ladder

not by asking for anything

but by being hard-workin'
and reliable.

Mr. Turner begs your pardon,

but he'll be just
a few more minutes.

What the hell could
they still be talking about?

Yachts.

I'm gonna get some more smokes.

Uh... you got any
dough? I'm skint.

I'll get some snacks too.

More than beef jerky this time!

Will do, milady.

Even pay you back with
interest, once we make it.

Splurge.

More time Tom's schmoozing
Ted, more rich we're gonna be.

Don't bank that cash yet.

Money changes people.

Especially 'fore
the money comes.

For all we know, Tom's
up there cutting us out.

He would never do that.

Judas betrayed the Son of
God for 30 pieces of silver.

Ted Turner's got a
Fort Knox of silver.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Spade,

but Mr. Turner
needs to reschedule.

How come?

I'm not always aware of
the reasons, Mr. Spade.

But I'll reach out this week
to find something convenient.

Well, today was convenient.

I have my own
obligations I put aside.

- I understand.
- Not sure you do.

I'd like to just pop
in and say hello.

He's not there, Mr. Spade.

Now you're just messin' with me.

I been sittin' here this
whole time, eyes open.

I did not see him leave.

He has a separate entrance.

Now, I'll reach out
later this week,

when I know the rest
of his schedule.

Please do. I have
a schedule too.

Jack, uh, Mr. Rizzo
has arrived.

Thank you,
Debbie. Brooks, welcome.

Jack, good to see you again.

It was a bit of a chaotic
introduction backstage

down there at Dystopia.

We have to keep our heads
down and the kayfabe up.

That's my brother Ace.

Wow. That was really
something last night.

- Pleasure to meet you, Ace.
- Thank you so much.

Sorry I couldn't
stay at the show.

I had to duck out and
hide in Jack's car.

It's all good. I get it.

We appreciate you comin'
to see us here in person.

We know Duffy's out the way.

Of everything.

I like the drive here,
all the winding roads,

and then, uh, pulling up on
the water tower, the neon sign.

You got a lotta
character in this town.

We grew up here.

- Our dad...
- God rest his soul.

Bought this place
three decades ago.

He died last year.

He saw potential. May
I get you some coffee?

Sure. Thank you.

Hey. Sorry, I'm late.

Brooks, this is the
lovely Staci Spade,

who thankfully
spilled a beer on me

at a Georgia/Florida football
tailgate 10 1/2 years ago.

Yeah. Being
clumsy paid off.

I got this handsome piece of
meat called Jack out of it.

Pleased to meet you.

- Mrs. Spade.
- No, please, call me Staci.

W-we're so appreciative
you're taking time

to get to know more about us.

There you are. Maybe sit.

- Got you right here.
- Oh, yeah.

Uh, as I was telling
Jack on the phone,

our streaming platform Continuum

is looking to add
a sporting element

to our programming portfolio.

I wish I knew what that meant.

It means that we're a
fledgling streaming service

that just got a big
round of funding.

So now we're being
considered for a merger

with an even-bigger
streaming service,

if we can exponentially
grow our subscriber base.

And professional
wrestling, I'm learning,

is very big business.

Very.

We wanna build something
from the ground up.

So maybe you can all tell
me what you're about.

Let's start at the beginning.

The first time I
went off the top rope

was the day I turned two.

All righty!

I'm instituting a lecture
series here at the DWL.

So open your minds,
shut your mouths,

and take your fuckin' seats.

Wow.

The elephant in the
room is not an elephant.

On these very premises,

there is a man from an
entertainment entity

interested in the DWL.

When he leaves, we will learn
how piqued his interest is

and what it might
mean for our future.

Part of what it means

is validation for what
we've accomplished.

We have drawn
attention to Duffy.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

- All right!
- Yeah.

But that's done.

It's in the past.

Right now, every one of
us needs to be thinking,

"What can I do to make our
visitor's interest pay off?"

We all have one thing in common.

One day we showed up
here with a version of...

knock-knock. I wanna wrestle.

Each of us surmised
we had something

other people might marvel at.

Which is a little presumptuous.
And a little insane.

Truth is, no one
needs what we do.

We are the very definition
of a nonessential industry,

one we've invited
ourselves into.

You gotta ask yourself,

"Do I have what it takes?"

Some might say, "Yes,
Bill. I worked hard.

I paid my dues."

Don't.

Entitlement is a sin.

"Hard work pays off" is one
of the biggest lies in life.

Hard work is just hard
work. Will it pay off?

Shit, flip a coin.

This business is
littered with folks

who worked their ass off,
got jack shit to show for it.

We better be askin' "How
can we be exceptional?"

I am lookin' for keepers
of the flame here, folks.

Come up with something great.

Go back through history.

Elizabethan drama,
commedia dell'arte...

The average storytelling
mode lasts a generation

before it becomes too
familiar, too trite.

The vessel no longer
serves as a conduit

for a vital and
heartbreaking narrative

on which the human soul thrives.

It becomes dismissible.

That is where we are
with wrestling...

at the tail fucking end.

About to become dismissible,
a useless vessel.

Let me state again:

no one is asking us to wrestle.

Our risk of life and
limb is our choice.

So what promise will we make to
ourselves to make it worth it?

Pick up a pen and a notebook
and start writing down

what you want from this endeavor

and what you are
willing to do to get it.

Only then can we start
working on our goals together.

Freedom!

Freedom!

All right, Rooster.
Make this one count.

- Action.
- All I keep

hearing about is The Condamned.

See, as long as I
got this belt...

the only name that should
be coming out your mouth

is Rooster Robbins!

But it's cool. Ha
ha ha. I get it.

The Condamned, he cool.
And it's like he ziplined

right out the pages
of a comic book.

Flying around the arena
like he's Superman.

Ha ha ha ha! Whooping
on a group of ten men.

So I'm callin'
out The Condamned.

I'm callin' out Jack Spade.

I'm callin' out all of
my so-called friends

that didn't have my back
when I was in the DWL.

And when we meet... oh, yeah,

when we meet, I want the hero
that y'all chose over me.

Yeah. I want The Condamned!

I want him in a last
man standing match.

No more magic tricks.

Nowhere to run!
Nowhere to hide!

Just you, me, one on one,

till there's one of
us left standin'!

Oh, yeah.

And if you got the
guts to show up...

I'll put this belt on the line.

Boom!

Fantastic. Okay.

Just do it one more time.

Slow it down a little bit.
You're talkin' too fast.

Look, I ain't slowin'
it down to be corny.

Yeah, I don't know about corny.

Just slow it the fuck
down every once in a while

so I know what you're saying.

- People know what I mean.
- The people.

I'm the people.
I'm the people,

and I don't know
what you're saying.

And I wrote it.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Yes, sir.

I got the engagement numbers
from last week's show.

Crystal had the biggest pop we
ever had for a lady wrestler.

Holy shit.

Crystal.

Crystal.

- More Crystal.
- I can read.

The fuck you want?

Well, don't you have
the prettiest mouth?

Fuck you. Whadda you want?

I want Crystal. And not
in the biblical sense.

In the financially
remunerative sense.

In the "we both
know she's a star

"who's never gonna get her due

"in a world where
Jack and Ace Spade

come first, second,
third, and fourth" sense.

Yeah, well, I want
a '55 Corvette

and a bottle of Macallan 25,

but we all learn to live
with disappointment.

Willie, we've been
dancing around each other

a while now, and
if there's a moment

to jump ship, this is it.

Things are about to become
highly rewarding down here.

This Brooks Rizzo fella
seems to be real sweet on me.

You sure you're the
only one he's sweet on?

Times a-wasting, Willie.

This train is
leaving the station.

You want me jumping off
ships, jumping on trains?

What the fuck's going on?
Sounds like a shitty trip.

I want Crystal
to defect to Dystopia.

For real, not for kayfabe.

And I want you to be her
front-of-house manager.

You should've been
front-of-house a long time ago

not skulking in the shadows

like Miss Havisham in
her fuckin' wedding veil.

Maybe I
like the shadows.

Yeah, that's like saying
you like anal warts.

You could have been Crystal.

I don't live in the past.

Go talk to Crystal.

Float it out there.
Send it up the flagpole.

See who salutes.

And while you're wondering

who you're gonna
pledge allegiance to,

I want you to just have a think
about what you want, Willie.

For yourself.

For your future.

Tick-tock, Fucky.

Hey, heard you were
heading to Atlanta

for Ted turnaround number two.

Second attempt at
round number one.

I'm glad Ted finally broke
himself free six months later.

You want company on the ride up?

It's still all so exciting.

Willie, I need to let
you in on something.

Somethin' serious.

Um...

Are you and Carol splitting up?

- No. Why would...
- Sorry.

Forget I said that.

I was just worried about y'all.

I just noticed tension lately.

They just want me up in Atlanta.

I don't wanna go to the meetin'.

I don't wanna be riding
up for moral support.

They just want me right now

for the WCW.

They don't want Bill?

No, they don't.

Least not yet.

I hope to get some more insight
after I sign my own contract.

And since they don't want Bill,

they don't want me as his valet.

It's a terrible business.

Doesn't have to be.

I'll bring you and Bill up there

once I knit myself
into the organization.

If you say so, I believe you.

And don't tell Bill.

I want to tell him in person.

I'll tell him when I get back.

Tom.

Hey, Willie.

Is the big meeting over?

Not yet.

Well, it's a long meeting.

So that's gotta be good, right?

Yeah, well, not always.

Um, listen, I...

I just got a phone call.

Kind of a weird one from Gully.

He wants you to make your
kayfabe defection real.

He wants you at
Dystopia permanently.

Well, he's an idiot.

No one's disputing that.

You don't actually think
I should do it, do you?

I think that you and me...

I think we need to stop
letting other people

make our decisions for us.

I think we need to start
seeing things clearly

for what they really are.

He wants to bring me on as
your front-of-house manager.

- You ever done that?
- No.

- Do you even want to?
- I've never thought about it.

Well, I bet you'd be good.

He's just saying things
he thinks I want to hear,

his audience is so much bigger,

and Brooks Rizzo's
talking to him too,

and this is my...
chance to... cash in.

Do you think I should do it?

No.

But I think you deserve
to know what's out there.

Your offers.

I mean, look, if Jack lands a
deal with this Continuum guy

and it pays off, great.

Great. We never had
this conversation.

But even if that
doesn't work out,

there's still the
women's division here.

Yeah.

As long as Jack can put together

the money to get it going.

There's all the friends
that I've made here,

you know, everything that
we're... building together.

Yeah, well, sometimes

people get so comfortable
with the "building,"

they get scared
of the "getting."

Look, I'm not telling
you what to do,

'cause I don't even
know what I would do.

The good part is we
don't gotta decide

until we see how
it all plays out.

And now you got some choices.

Thank you for
being patient, Tom.

Ted's got a lot going on.

But he wouldn't be
meeting with you

if he didn't want
to meet with you.

Go in there and knock him dead.

Thanks, Joe.

Will do.

Mr. Spade, I'm so sorry,

but Mr. Turner has got
to reschedule again.

There's a way

you treat people, and this is
not the way you treat people.

This is not the way!

Look, Tom, please don't do this.

You don't do this
Joe! I'm a man.

You don't treat a man like this.

I don't care how
much money he has,

how many yachts he's got, how
soft his hands have become.

It appears he doesn't
know what it means

to be a man any more other
than to let other men wait.

This is some goddamn bullshit!

Now, Tom, come on, man.

This is big business
we're talking here.

All due respect, I'm
not some fuckin' fool

Ted Turner has on
a chain he can yank

whenever he feels
like it. Fuck him!

Tom.

Howdy.

- He's back!
- Can I buy that Porsche now?

Not today. But soon.

How'd it go?

It went less well
than I had wished.

But that's how
things go sometimes.

- What was he like?
- I don't know.

Didn't get to meet
him again today.

But one day I will,

and only then will
Ted Turner discover

he disrespected the
wrong person twice.

I told Joe and Eric I'm
stepping away from the deal.

The fuck are you talking about?

What deal?

What are you fuckin'
stepping away from?

Don't you fuckin'
talk to me that way.

I'll talk to you
whichever way I want.

You didn't just have your
future in your hands, Tom,

you had all of ours!

Calm down.

I already got a call
in to Vince's people.

They heard Turner
was circling us.

They want nothing more
than to crush him,

and we're gonna help 'em do so.

Ted Turner disrespected the
wrong authentic good ole boy.

You're a fuckin' lunatic.

I'm a fuckin' maverick.

Oh, and by the way,
Bill, going forward,

I think it's best if Willie
comes on as my valet,

especially if we're gearin'
up to go to the WWF.

We'll break in
somebody new for you.

Well, I think that'd
be Willie's call.

It was.

You're always fiddlin'
with something.

Well, you press too hard
on a key, it'll break.

Boneheads don't
think about that.

I know you
don't need any help.

Nope.

Lotta déja
vu happening today.

Jack's not gonna blow this.

You say that
with a lot of confidence.

Only way to say it.

You said the same
thing about Tom once.

Been a long time.

Long time.

Don't think you realize

when a person does a thing
like you did to me, Willie...

That's a fork in the road.

It was one fork when Tom told
us he walked out on Turner.

It was another fork
when he told me

that you were his
valet now, not mine,

that you'd suggested that
like he was the shooting star

you wanted to hitch
your wagon to,

and I'd never do anything.

Two forks sends a
person real off-course

from where they were.

Evidently, it puts them on
a plane with their dick out.

- I ended up in a lotta places.
- Hmph.

I just don't think
you realize, people...

Not just you...
People don't realize

what they do to each other.

They just collide
off each other.

Never look back to see the
wreck, what got wrecked, who.

In some cases, wouldn't matter,
the wreck sped off anyway.

Didn't we have a long talk
about this in the parking lot

a while back?

Why are we doin' this again?

I dunno.

Wasn't that long
of a conversation

in the parking lot.

I'm not trying to build you
a cross and nail you to it.

And yes...

we did chat about this briefly.

But now that we're
around each other, daily,

I...

I'm just humbled by how
I can be struck blind

by something that
happened to me long ago...

and how there's still...

it leaves this ache.

And yet I understand

that if something like
that's happened to me,

I've done the same to
others, left them some...

unacknowledged,
unresolved aches.

I don't want that head-on
collision anymore.

I want to let you
in front of me.

I want to say, "Turn left here,"

or give some directions,

instead-a "Fuck you,"
and cutting you off.

I don't need directions.

All right then.

Is it quiet in here?

Is it?

I don't know. Listen.

Guess it is.

Place used to be a madhouse.

Sure did.

Kids crashin' through here
with their hair on fire.

Ace playing that awful
guitar up in the attic,

Jack whackin' baseballs
or tryin' walkout music

in the basement.

Both of them flyin' in here
and shoutin' through supper.

Yeah. That was good noise.

Maybe I could bring
some crickets inside.

Few frogs.

Get the volume back up a bit.

Hmm. No, thank you,
sweetheart, I...

got enough noise up here still.

What do you hear?

No.

That I'm gonna lose DWL if
I can't pay the mortgage

on the Dome.

And if I lose the DWL,

then I can't pay the
mortgage on our house.

If I lose that, then
I'm gonna lose...

Stop writing.

Writing?

Worst things don't have
to happen in real life

just 'cause they'd
make a good angle.

How many seats do you
think a good "real life"

would sell, huh?

Why don't you call Bill?

Just this once? I'm
sure he would help.

Carol, I told you I
don't need his help.

But we do. Clearly, we do.

I hear ya.

Seems to me I've been saying
a lot of stuff for a long time

that you say you hear.

But nothing you hear seems to
change things for the better.

And I need you to
hear this, Tom.

This life that we're living now,

you talk about losing the
DWL, losing this house...

That's not the life I
was supposed to have.

It's not the life
you promised me.

You are a very
persuasive man, Tom.

I was a foolish woman for
wanting so hard to believe you.

The vow was good
times and bad, yes.

But if you can't
start figuring out

how to make the bad
times good again,

it's time for me to go.

I mean it, Tom.

Boys are grown.

We don't gotta do this no more.

Howdy. Uh, name's Tom Spade.

I'm here to visit
one of the sets.

What project?

Oh, uh...

"Heaven Forbidden." Some
Christian film thing.

- I'm seeing Bill Hancock.
- Hell yeah.

You know Wild Bill.

That's awesome. "Let
the night roar!"

Wow.

This is really cool
you're getting to do this.

Do what?

To do your Make-A-Wish wish.

Get to spend a day
with Mr. Hancock.

Guess there's no age limit
on Make-A-Wish then, huh?

That motherfucker.

If you don't mind, I'd like
to include you in my prayers.

Oh, hey... that'd be nice.

Thank you.

Hope you have a great day, sir,

and good luck with the
time you have left.

Rolling!

Twenty-five,
Baker. Take five.

And action!

Where am I, Jerahmeel?

Why, you're
in Heaven, Sally.

Heaven? So then
that means that I'm...

Dead.
Yep, 'fraid so.

But look on the bright side.

Least you're here
and not elsewhere.

You mean down there?

Like down there down there?

No, child. I'm talking about

where you just came
from... The hospital.

Oh. Oh my!

I'm young! I'm
not old anymore!

You're your perfect age when
you were your best self.

And I have to say,

your best self looks
pretty perfect.

Cut. We
got it, moving on!

W... you sure?

Feel like I could have
done that last line

a little sexier.

It was great,
Bill. Gotta move.

Ha ha!

You're an angel... guess
that makes me the devil.

Ha ha,
sure as shit does.

- Hey.
- Good to see you, Billy.

Come on,
man. It's too hot.

- Want something cold to drink?
- All right.

Hey.

That
was pretty good

with that Make-A-Wish
shit back there.

Ha ha. Been doing it for years
to anybody who comes to see me.

Hydrate.

Pretty good.

Dialogue in this thing stinks.

Fuckin' think?

It's based on this Christian
romance book series

for horny church ladies.

Plot's about how when
you get to heaven,

you turn young and hot again

and you start fucking
other hot dead people

and also hot angels
like me.

So what happens when
the husband or wife dies

and shows up in heaven?

Bingo. Love triangle.

Or an unholy trinity.

Ah. That's good.

Wish we had shit half
that good in there.

So to what do I owe the
pleasure of your visit?

Uh, well...

Bill, they're ready for you.

Christ
Almighty, Wesley, already?

That was not five minutes.

How long you here?

Oh, for-for the night.
I had business in town.

Got a hotel.

You wanna meet up
for happy hour?

I know a place we can get
wings and beers, tie one on.

I got a late call tomorrow.

- It's not that late.
- Spread my cheeks

- and eat this ass, Wesley.
- Okay.

King Spade's in town.

Just... just
give me a call, Bill.

- We'll eat.
- Guy's such a legend.

Sure is.

I wish I had balls like
him. Nice to meet you.

Don't let him stay out
too late tonight, please.

No promises.

And I got my bucket
right under my skirt here.

Who wants to pick
the special card?

I need everybody's first name

so when I'm in the
blackout at the Oscars...

I swear to God,
Tommy, I wish it was a porn.

Oh, bullshit.

I do.

Then it'd be okay that
the script's garbage.

I could walk up to
the dead lady and say,

"Hey, I got that big ole
dick you heard about."

Boom! We're off.

Well, what are you
shootin' tomorrow?

Maybe you can work
it in somewhere.

Mm...

Scene where I comfort a dead guy

who just found out his
dead wife's getting stuck

by a World War II pilot.

Should have just done porn.

Well, I
bet this pays better.

- Maybe so.
- Yeah?

How much does it pay?

Well, this is the
sequel, so I got a bump.

And the first one's a
big earner on Redbox.

I get $350,000 for three weeks.

Hard to say no.

Damn.

That's a good paycheck, brother.

Yeah. But after managers,
lawyers, taxes and shit,

it's only about
200 in my pocket.

Only 200 grand.

But if I do a couple of these a
year, it's a nice side hustle.

You can't even ask it
this time, can you?

After the previous asks.

Two decades on the
road and in the ring.

Two decades.

And this chicken wing dinner

might be the best
performance of my life.

Pretending like
we're still pals.

We ain't?

Hey, sweetheart.

Can I borrow a pen?

Four hundred and
sixty-seven thousand dollars

I have loaned you to date.

No, Tom. We aren't pals.

I'm a ATM.

Once every year and a
half, two years or so,

I get a text or a call I
got to fire up the kayfabe,

make like my best friend
didn't break my fucking heart

just so I can give him 50
grand I'll never see back.

Well, Poor Wild Bill,
got to make a living

doing what he loves, huh?

Like you didn't?

Not for fuckin'
millions of dollars.

And whose fault is that? 'Cause
it sure as shit isn't mine.

How was I supposed to
vouch for you, Bill?

You're a clown who talks
about his dick all the time.

You are a dick all the time.

Oh. So it's my fault then.

Is that what you want to hear?

It's my fault.

I shit the bed, I
fucked it all up,

and you're a rock star.

Bravo!

Don't give me that
self-loathing crap.

You got a family,
Carol and those boys.

You got the life.

It's not everything we
thought it would be.

Yeah, well, the
alternative is exactly

what we always knew it'd be.

I don't know what
to say. I don't...

It's the way these
things go sometimes.

But let's be honest.

We never broke it down bluntly.

Once you and Willie decided
to kick me to the curb,

that was a motivating factor.

So I thank you.

If you hadn't been so
expedient with my ass,

I may have never had the
stones to think about

nothing but myself.

I was gonna bring you
up when I made it.

I had to get launched
first. That's just business.

That had nothing to do
with our friendship.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Wrote my accountant's
number on there.

Next time, just call him.

Thank you.

Hey, uh, uh, Bill.

About the money. Listen, uh...

don't, uh... don't tell Carol.

Please. Or my boys.

It...

it's embarrassing.

You're a fucking genius, Tom.

I mean it. You are.

I thought you'd protect
me from being a clown.

Thought I'd spend my whole
life playing your shit.

Instead I'm doing
"Heaven Forbidden."

Godspeed, brother.

Hey, honey. I, uh, sorry.

Sorry to call so late.

I went out with a couple
guys from the autograph expo.

But good news...
They-they want to invest.

So we're good for a while.

So this was

a successful trip.

Ha.

Uh, well, I'll see you tomorrow.

I love you.

Bye.

"This place is made
of pure love..."

I told you I can't
sign anything for free,

per my contract.

Sorry, it's not that.

Someone left something for you.

- Who?
- That Make-A-Wish man

from yesterday.
It's your script.

He said tell you thanks for
making his wish come true.

He's
walking to his car.

Hmm. It looks like
he's sending a text.

- Or he's maybe writing notes.
- Notes are good,

- Phone call would be better.
- Phone call is not better.

He could be calling his barber.

Mm. His hair's pretty short.

Fine, his dentist. His mother.

We should all call
our moms more often.

- Every day.
- Mine's dead. But I agree.

Okay, team.

It's nothing yet.

But it's not not nothing.

Brooks Rizzo is clearly
looking to be impressed.

And we have the opportunity
to impress him by showing him

that what we do here
is special and unique

and groundbreaking and
revolutionary and perfect

for what he needs...
Whatever that may be.

Because to tell y'all the truth,

I don't really know
what all this involves.

But I do know that
we got to reach up.

We got to take it.

We have to work harder than we
ever worked before, all of us.

We need to take this promotion.

We need to turn it into

what it always should have
been all along... opportunity.

That's a rare thing.

And I don't want to
look back and think

this was our one chance and
we just let it slip away.

I believe in all of you.

You've always believed in me.

So let's say we
do this together.

D-W-L!

D-W-L! D-W-L!

D-W-L! D-W-L!

D-W-L! D-W-L!

And action.

Sally said she's
not coming back to me.

She's in love with a
World War II veteran.

- What do I do?
- What do you do?

You're in heaven, Sam!

Surrounded by beauty.

Maybe you just need to
open your eyes and realize

the reason they
call them soulmates

is 'cause you're not supposed
to meet 'em down there.

You're supposed to
meet 'em up here.

And cut! We got it.

Great work. Let's move on.

Uh, can I get one
more, actually?

Sorry, Bill, we gotta go.

One more take. For me, please.

Okay. Let's go
again, one more time.

Settle please.

- Roll sound.
- Sound speed.

Scene 13. Take nine.

Mark.

And action.

Sally said she's not
coming back to me.

What do I do, Jerahmeel?

This place, it's
made of pure love.

But if you love something,
you can hurt it.

And it can hurt you. Purely.

Not sure God accounted for that.

I fell for a girl up here once,

knew it the moment she
walked through that gate.

She'd died young, and
we had a while together.

And then one day,

a man she'd loved
down there showed up.

And when he walked in,

she looked at him the
way I looked at her.

That was a long time ago.

Forever ago maybe.

I don't know what I'm
saying, just that, uh...

just 'cause this is heaven

don't mean it can't be hell.

Cut.

- Shit, man.
- That was...

Damn.

Thanks.

Carol.

Long time no talk, missy.

Bill, I just
thought you should know,

Tom shot himself this morning.

What?

Shot himself in the head.

I just... I just...

He was too proud
to ask you for help.

But you could've
helped him anyway.

You could've done something,

anything for him.

You'll have to live
with that, I guess.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Carol, are you okay?

You have a nice evening.