All language subtitles for On the Line (2022).en

Let me go. I'm beggin' ya.

Let me go.

I'm beggin' ya.

I already told ya
I didn't do it.

Please, let me...

Please!

Confess, confess!

Tell the truth.

You spilled innocent
cranberry juice everywhere.

No, no, it wasn't us.

It wasn't.

Adria did it.

It's Adria who's going
to bed right now.

Aw, no, no, no, no.

We got school
in the morning.
We do?

Yes. Bedtime.

Bedtime, honey.
Hey.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

Are you ready
for the big surprise?

Yeah.

Okay.

The horse is going to bed.
He's falling off the cliff.

Oh, he's falling asleep!

And so are you.

Look into my eyes.

Okay?
Good night, sweetie, okay?

Night-night.
Aww.

My night owl's flying off again.

Are you ready?

I'm always ready.

Will you be listening tonight?

Well, I think I'd rather
hear about it in the morning.

Okay, at breakfast?

Yes. Breakfast.
Yeah.

♪ Can't stop
Addicted to the shindig ♪

♪ Chop top he says
I'm gonna win big ♪

♪ Choose not a life
Of imitation ♪

♪ Distant cousin
To the reservation ♪

♪ Defunct the pistol
That you pay for ♪

♪ This punk the feeling
That you stay for ♪

♪ In time I want to be
Your best friend ♪

♪ Eastside love is living
On the Westend ♪

♪ Knock out
But boy you better come to ♪

♪ Don't die, you know
The truth is some do ♪

♪ Go write your message
On the pavement ♪

♪ Burn so bright I wonder
What the wave meant ♪

♪ White heat is screaming
In the jungle ♪

♪ Complete the motion
If you stumble ♪

♪ Go ask the dust
For any answers ♪

♪ Come back strong
With 50 belly dancers ♪

♪ The world I love
The tears I drop ♪

♪ To be part of the wave
Can't stop ♪

♪ Ever wonder
If it's all for you ♪

♪ The world I love
The trains I hop ♪

♪ To be part of the wave
Can't stop ♪

♪ Come and tell me
When it's time to ♪

♪ Sweetheart is bleeding
in the snow cone... ♪

Love that song.

Stay with us because
30 minutes at midnight,

we'll be giving you
the legendary Elvis Cooney,

the radio host
all the women dream of,

the guy with
this mesmerizing voice,

the one who's got it all.

Stay tuned.

♪ ...you better come to ♪

♪ Don't die, you know
The truth is some do ♪

♪ Go write your message
On the pavement ♪

♪ Burn so bright I wonder
What the wave meant ♪

♪ Kick start
The golden generator ♪

♪ Sweet talk
But don't intimidate her ♪

♪ Can't stop the gods
From engineering ♪

♪ Feel no need
For any interfering ♪

♪ Your image
In the dictionary ♪

♪ This life is
More than ordinary ♪

♪ Can I get two
Maybe even three of these ♪

♪ Coming from space to
teach you of the Pleiades ♪

Good evening, Mr. Elvis.

Oh, hey, uh...
I'm sorry, I forgot.

Uh... what's your name again?

Hemwatinandan Sunderdas.

Uh, can I call you Bob?

Yeah, sure.
Yeah, how's the family?

Oh, they're great.
Thanks for asking, Bob.

You excited about
the show tonight?

Oh, absolutely. Look.
It's the final.

We'll finally get to find out

if the New York Newbies beat
the Manchester Magic Voices.

I'm all for Manchester!

It's my hometown.
How about you, sir?

Well, I was talking
about my show, Bob.

How do you expect to know what's
happening while I'm on the radio

if you don't even listen?

Oh...

Yep.

- You're in the right direction.
- Elvis.

Hey.

Sorry, I'm late.
How are you?

I'm good, thanks.

Do I know you?

Well, that's funny.

Elvis, do you know this man?

Of course he knows me.
Come on, Elvis, let's go.

No, I don't know this guy.
Sir, who are you?

Hey, nobody's talkin'
to you, asshole.

Hey, come on, buddy, let go.

I will let go
once we get in the studio.

Okay, that's enough.

You got my hand, I want it back.

Man, come on!

Uh-oh.

If I say that we have
an appointment,

we have an appointment.

It has to be tonight.

I have to announce it tonight.

Okay, whoever you are,
this isn't gonna fly.

All right, that's the last time
you pretend not to know me.

Or else...
Or else what?

Whoa, whoa! Hey.

Calm down here.

Or else I kill myself.

What is it that
you want to announce?

That I'm here.

I-I'm here. I'm...

I'm the Messiah.

I'm back.

Well, why the hell didn't you
say so in the first place?

It is you. It's him.
How you been?

So you do know him?

Yes. Obviously. Don't you?

He's... probably a Buddhist.
He's...

I'm a Hindu, actually.
Oh.

Look. We've been waiting
over 2,000 years for you.

Hey, you got
a lot of work to do.

You gotta make the lame walk
and the blind see.

You gotta save the world.

Can we go up and I can announce
that to everybody?

Why announce that on the radio?

I mean, you'll only reach
a handful of insomniacs.

Nobody listens
to the radio anymore,
especially not at night.

And what's more,
they won't be able to see you.

And if they can't see you,
they may not believe it's you.

For my money, you get
the best bang for your buck
if you go live stream.

There's a camera
on her computer.

Who?

The woman at the center.

What, the center
of the universe, or...?

They... They put me
at the treatment center.

But there's a camera
on her computer,
and I can record myself.

Then I can get
the message out.
Yeah.

You have a great show.

What's your name again, brother?

Hemwatinandan.

Yeah.

I love you, Elvis!

Thank you.

Fuck.

Lock the door,
and don't let anyone else in.

That shouldn't have happened
in the first place.

It's getting hot in here,

15 minutes before
the wonderful Elvis Cooney.

Enough time to listen together
to this amazing, incredible,
fantastic song.

Oh, you're gonna love it.

Shut up.

Elvis, hi.
Mary.

Man, did you
just roll out of bed?

You look like death warmed up.
I'm not quite warm yet.

Well, anyway, we've got
great callers tonight.

Cool.

And this is
James Steel's biography.

That comedian
who does online videos.

He's got over
two million followers,

and we're gonna
get him on the air.

Thank you.

No problem, it's my job.

No, I mean thank you.

For my birthday.

Oh, sorry, it slipped my mind.

Isn't it tomorrow?

Well, tomorrow's
in about 13 minutes.

That's okay.

Everyone always forgets
my fuckin' birthday.

Happy birthday.

Not yet, in about
12 and a half minutes.

Who's that?

He's the newbie,
just arrived from London.

Long trip to America.

Elvis, this is Dylan.

Dylan, this is Elvis.

Keep your transatlantic germs.
It's okay.

Okay.
You want one of these?

I could make you one
if you'd like.
Uh, no, but thank you.

Mm-hmm.

I was just kidding.
This is for adults.

I am 27.

Don't mind him.

Go to the studio.
Okay.

Oh.

I see Sam is still here.

Yeah.

Should have brought
my rubber gloves.

Hey.

Don't even bother
to knock anymore.

Yeah, just like you don't
even bother to tell me

when you're coming
to watch my show.

What's to watch?
It's a radio show.

You need something?
I'm leaving in a minute.

Oh, well, then why don't we
make this a quality minute?

When was the last time
you stayed this late?

Last year for the sweeps.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'll let you guys talk.

Sure.

I'll be listening
to tonight's show in my office.

Oh, thanks, buddy.

Least somebody around here
gives a damn.

Hey, since you're here.

I'm looking
at the quarter numbers.

Whoo! Okay.

You've plateaued.

Your numbers are flat.

Flat as a crepe.

Crepe, crepe? Oh, pancake.
Yeah, that's pretty flat.

But it's just one quarter,
that doesn't mean anything.

I think you have two problems.
Oh. Nobody has
just two problems.

Okay, first, the audience.

They're not interested
in your social media.

Well, and neither am I.

That's why Mary
takes care of it.

Okay, blame Mary if you want.

Either way, it's a disaster.

Please, not this again.

I'm a radio host,
not a TikTok jock.
Look at your last post.

Three months ago,
and all you said was, "Hey,"

with a big shot
of your fucking boots?

They were great,
very cool boots, size 12s.

Oh, gosh.
Okay, look.

I'm the first to admit,
I'm not good at that stuff.

That's not me.
Yeah, we all know that.

But today, radio
is not enough. Okay?

Why don't you just
let me do what I do?

I mean, let's not rock the boat.

Okay, so you're not
listening to me.

The boat is sinking, Elvis.

What?
You're...

different, somehow different.

What?
Have you done...

You know, you're really
stunningly statuesque.
Can you stop?

Stop. Nice try, though.

Second thing, I think
you're pushing too much.

Now, I've told you before,
you've got a great concept.

Okay? Telling it like it is,
take no mercy,

and all that is
what makes you, I get it.

Yeah.
Yeah.

But there's a pushback now.

Pushback from who?

From the Pope.
Oh, he listens?

Wow, you should get him to call.

I could tell him
how to separate--

Stop, no! Stop.

I think you can afford now
to slow down, you know?

No, you're wrong.

Stop pushing the envelope.

If not, someday the big boss
is going to replace you.

Is that right? Who?

Is that a threat?

No, honey, it's not a threat.

It's a tip, okay,
from a very good friend.

Now, get out.
Have a good show tonight.

Wow. That was actually...
two quality minutes.

Just... goodbye.

Well, hey!

If it isn't
"the greatest radio host
in the world."

You know,
now that I'm not on the air,

I can tell you how
I really feel about you.

You...

piece of shit.

How you doing, Justin?

Your expression tells me
that you're still having
trouble with those hemorrhoids.

The only pain in the ass
around here is you.

You will never get my show.

Do you hear me?

Listen. You will never,
ever have my show.

But I don't want your show.
Liar!

You were just in there
with Sam asking for it.

Justin, I was not in there
to ask for your show.

Stop! Just stop lying, okay?

Justin, I don't want your show.

I'm not lying.
I don't want your show.

You don't?

No. I just want your slot.

It's an entirely
different thing.

Quite frankly,
your show plays shitty music

and you're just there
to tell the time.

They should have called it
"Justin Time." It's torture.

It's like listening
to the local radio

slap bang in the middle of
Squeal-like-a-pig Arkansas.

I'm from Arkansas.

Yeah, that's what I mean.

Fuck you, Elvis.

Thank you.

Guys. Guys.
Fuck you!

The snappy comebacks.
How does he do it?

We're live in one minute,
47 seconds.

Dickhead.

And dickhead's on top.

Whoo-hoo.

Elvis Live, "On the Line."

It's midnight.

The witching hour.

Good morning
to all you night-crawling,
circadian rhythm rejects,

you nocturnal emitters
that I like to call my family.

The studio's filling up,
everybody's getting settled,

and Mary's either manning
the phones or phoning her man.

Which is it, Mary?

You mean which man?
I get around, Elvis.

Yeah, be careful.

You get around too much,
you'll get rounder.

Hi.
We're expecting your calls.

Talk to Elvis live on air

and tell him about all
of your issues and problems,

below or above the waist.

Call us at 806-806-TALK.

806-806-8255.

That's right.

And this evening, we've got
a newbie joining the show.

A rookie.

And his name is...
let's have a drumroll...

his name is...

What's your name again?

Dylan.

Dylan. Dylan replaces
our old pal, Turncoat Tom,

who left us for a rival
station, that rat bastard.

You won't betray us like that,
will you, Dill?

Uh, yes. I mean, um, no.
Good evening.

Good evening, everyone.

Oh, God, we got a shy one.

You got stage fright?

No, not at all.

It's just that...
it's a real honor
to be part of this show

that has been around
for so long.

I'm... so happy to be here.

"So long"? What are you
trying to say, kid?

That I'm a washed-up,
diaper-wearing has-been,
is that it?

No.

I've been doing this show
for 40 years,

long enough to spot
an elder-abuse asshole
when I see one.

You know, life's too short.

Or in my case too long,
huh, Dylan?

Huh? Hmm?

Get lost. You're fired.

Take a plane, take a boat,
swim the Channel.

Go back to fuckin' England,
or wherever the fuck
you came from.

Go on. Huh.

Why are you smiling?

You think I'm kidding?
He thinks I'm kidding.

Mary can produce the show.
She's done it a million times.

Get lost, go on.
Out, finished, over.

Now!
What are you waiting for?

Geez.

Okay, bring in the next one.

Well, that didn't
last very long, did it?

I'm kidding.

Oh, Dylan, come on back.
We love you, come on.

I'm just joking, kid.
Come on back.

Get in here.

Look at him.
He looks like he's gonna cry.

Come on, kid.
It's just a joke for the newbie.

Sit down.
We'll have some soft foods.

Yeah, and with a Geritol
as a chaser.

There you go.
There's the spirit.

You just can't help yourself.
Yeah.

All right, people.

Here we go.

Settle in, relax.

Gimme a call.

This is "On the Line."

Talk to Elvis! "On the Line"!

Emma, good evening.
What's on your mind?

Good evening, Elvis,
and the rest of the team.

Um...

Well, two months ago
my husband left me

after 17 years of marriage,

and I'm devastated.

Oh, I'm sorry.
How did that happen?

Well, he was so jealous.

He thought
I was cheating on him.

Ah, I get it. Jealousy.

Sometimes flattering.

Lets us know
we're still desirable,
but too much, eh, not good.

What made him think
you were cheating on him?

Actually, maybe, because...

I was cheating on him.

Well,
that explains the jealousy.

Look, we're only human.

Seventeen years
of marriage, wow,

I guess he's, uh...
I guess he's hurt.

Might be tough to get him back.

Uh, you know,
you guys should talk about
why you think it happened.

I'm sure it's not because
he's left a wet towel
on the bed or something.

Yeah.

If you still love each other,

and, you know,
perhaps he still does,

um... it's worth having
another crack at it,

it's worth working.

I mean, you should do
whatever it takes,

whatever it takes
to fix it, okay?

Be honest, be open.

Okay.
Right?

Yeah, thank you.

Matt, I'm sorry
to disagree with you.

He's a great player
but a bad sport.

I never liked him.

I've got some bad news.

We were supposed to get
James Steel on the line.

Oh.
But his manager just told me

that he's tied up
shooting a video,

and there are some issues
that need his attention.

Fuck.

Tell him to go jump
off a fucking cliff,

with sharpened wooden stakes
on the bottom so he lands...

I hate these new Internet stars

that make three videos
in their mom's basement

and suddenly they think
they're Bouncy Knowles.

Beyoncé?

Well, she's bouncy to me.

That guy's stuck at a shoot
at 1:00 in the morning

when he's supposed to be
calling us?

I call bullshit.

He's probably home
playing video games,

speed bagging the pickle.

You remember this guy's name?

James Steel. He's a star.

Dylan, you know
who I'm talking about, right?

I'm... not sure.

Yes, he's an asshole,

and we'll never mention
his name again, okay?

Who are we talking about?
Yeah, you're learning.

Okay, we got Gary on the line.

What say you, Gary?

Gary, you with us?

Gary?

Uh-oh, we got a breather.

What are you wearing, Gary?

Hey, Dylan,
you asleep at the wheel?

Can you get Gary through to us?
He's on.

I'm here.

Ah, there he is.

How you doing, Gary?

I'm not doing so hot, Elvis.

What, tonsillitis,
athlete's foot?

Tell me more.

I'm gonna do something
really screwed up tonight.

Suicide.

All right, Gary, listen.

All's well. We're here for you.
We're like family.

Family that isn't fucked up.
You know that, right?

Now, where are you right now?

I'm sorry, this was a bad idea.

Gary. Shit. Mary, call him back.

Okay, well,
we'll try and get Gary back
on the line very quickly

to understand
what's going on with him,

and in the meantime,
we'll take more calls.

So, I have this central
erotic dream with my boss

and I'm a little bit
confused, okay,

because today he told me that
he had the same dream as me.

What do you do for work?

I work for a mattress company.

He wants to test-drive the bed.

Yeah, so when I was a kid,

I was terrified of clowns.

You know, so when I grew up,
I decided to face my fears.

And one day,
I slept with a female clown.

Red hair. Big shoes.

Wouldn't take her nose off.
It was weird.

Hmm.

I woke up the next morning
alone, and, uh,

she'd twisted my penis
into a poodle.

Whoa!

We gotta fix this problem.

I mean, how can 11 laptops
magically disappear
in the space of three months?

We're in a radio station,
cameras everywhere.

This is dickin' rifuckulous.

Probably just some dude
trying to build his collection.

Or collect what he can
from the building.

It's kind of hard to describe.

Somewhere between a bald eagle
and a spotted owl.

Who hasn't tried
a little endangered species?

Elvis is on KLAT-FM Los Angeles.

Live "On the Line."

Okay, good news.
Gary's back on the air.

We were worried about you, pal.
How you feelin'?

I'm better.

All right.

Um, where are you?

I'm... I'm in Pasadena.

Cool. Pasadena. You alone?

Look, I'm just gonna
do what needs to be done.

It's better that way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Gary, hold on.

Gimme a minute. Let's talk.

I love Pasadena.

Where exactly are you?

Gary, you there?

I'm in a garden.

Okay, in a garden.

Is it, uh... your garden?
Are you at home?

No.

No. Uh...

Does the home belong
to someone you know?

No.

It belongs to a piece of shit.

I'm gonna destroy him.

Call the police.

Gary, tell me, is it the home
of a family member,

a neighbor, a colleague, a...

I told you...
...ex-lover?

...it's a worthless
piece of shit's place.

Right.
And I'm...

I'm gonna take out
his whole family.

Gary, come on.

Why hurt his family
If he's a worthless
piece of shit?

I mean, they're innocent.

Don't let your instinct
for revenge drive you
to do something

that you'll probably
be paying for
the rest of your life.

You're better than that, Gary.

Tell me calmly,
what's this guy done to you
to make you so upset?

Some injustice,
some hurt, some...?

He destroyed my life,
and I'm gonna destroy his.

Ay, ay, ay, an eye for an eye.

Gary, you're playing a game
called "You Lose," all right?

Now, whoever he is,
he didn't destroy your life.

Don't give him that power.

You know?

People come
on this show every day

that feel desperate,
hopeless, worthless,

usually because somebody else
made them feel that way, okay?

Do not adopt that perception
of yourself, all right?

You got the power to change,
you got the tools inbuilt.

You gotta believe that, Gary.
You can do it.

Gary, what was that?

I'm breaking into
the son of a bitch's house!

Gary, stop, wait, listen.

If you want, we can chat
about this offline.

I mean, we can, you know...
Cool?

No. I wanna stay on the air.
I'll put on a record, I swear.

I want everyone to hear
what's going down.

I can't keep you on the air.
I'm sorry.

Let's chat offline.
I promise you,
together we can fix it.

No!
Do not cut me off the air,

or I'll go upstairs
and I'll kill everybody.

You're not gonna kill anyone.

All right?
Everything's gonna be fine.

You're still live on air,

but I don't want you
to be in danger

or put anyone else
in danger, okay?

Now, what part
of Pasadena are you in?

Near Arlington Gardens.

Ah. Well, yeah, nice area.

Yeah, it's a neighborhood
you know all too well

'cause I'm at your house.

976 Orange Grove Boulevard.

It's crazy
what a nice house you can buy

when you host a shitty show
like yours!

Gary, I don't know if this
is some kind of joke.

I mean, I got nothing
to hide from my listeners.

Yes, that is my address.

But I think you're gonna
have a little trouble
getting across the garden.

Oh, you're talking about
the two mangy Dobermans?

Listen, buddy...

This afternoon, I threw them
a couple pieces of meat
with rat poison.

I thought I might
have to fight them off
a little bit tonight,

but what do you know,
when I got here they were just
lying on the ground.

I was, uh, kind enough
to relieve their suffering

with a butcher's knife.

- Call 911.
- Yeah.

If that's true,
and you're really at my house,

we'll continue
this conversation offline.

Off the air.
The police will be there
in a minute--

I don't give a fuck
about the cops,
and you better not cut me off.

Gary. Hold on a second.
Don't cut me off!

Don't you dare!
Dylan, music, music.

Dylan, wake up!
Put on a fucking song!

Don't cut me off!
I have no choice, Gary.

- We can't let you...
- Daddy!

Adria?

I should have given her
rat poison, too,

but I wanted her
to be part of the fun.

Listen, it's over.

The police
will be there in a minute.
Leave my daughter alone.

It's not too late.
I won't press charges,
I promise.

I just want you
to get some help.

The police are on their way.

Tell the cops to stay outside.

We don't need them for the show.

There is no show, Gary.

The reality is,
the police will take you out
if you don't comply.

Now, I won't press charges.
I just want you
to leave my fam--

Gary, what was that?
What the fuck's happening?
Holy shit, what...

Honey...

Oh... Olivia?

Elvis.
Baby, you all right?

Do as he says, please,
I'm begging you.

He just fired shots
into the fucking wall!

Yeah, you'll have
to touch up the paint
a little bit, sorry.

That was just to shut your trap.

Next time, I'm gonna aim for
your daughter and your wife.

The police are there.
They're waiting for backup.

Try to buy some time.
Okay.

Yep.

Gary, I'm listening. Okay?

Tell me what's going on?

Tell me what
you're pissed about.

I mean, clearly,
I don't know you, but...

you're obviously
very angry with me
and I need to know why.

I mean,
maybe we can settle this.

Did I give you some bad advice?

Did I give bad advice
to someone you know?

You blame me for something?
I mean, what is it about?

Is it about a girl?
Did I tell her to leave you?

Something to do with your job?

Listen, you got the air
all to yourself, okay?

So just off-load,

'cause I gotta know
why it is you hate me.

Ahh, Elvis.

You know, I'm embarrassed
to talk about this

in front of your wife
and your daughter,

but since you insist,
it might have something
to do with the fact

that you're sleeping
with your fucking
switchboard operator.

Gary, have you been drinking
or are you on
some kind of drugs?

'Cause I... I don't know you.

You don't know me,
Mary doesn't know...

You know this guy?

Who are you, Gary?

Are you a fan of the show
just trying to create
some kind of buzz,

some sort of prank?

Well, congratulations.
It's working.

You got me, okay?

I'm scared to fucking death,
man, honestly.

Now, look,
you've had your laughs--

Stop fucking around, shit brain.

You think I actually
listen to your show

for insomniac freaks
who call up...

Okay.
...for your shitty advice?

Calm down, now.
What do you want?

Nobody wants anybody
to get hurt, okay?

Don't talk to me
like I'm one of
your airhead listeners.

I wanna ruin your life,
just like you ruined mine.

Gary, is it money?

Is that what it is?

It's all about money?
You need money?

Money?

Seriously, if I wanted money,

I'd just help myself
to your yuppie suburban palace.

Oh, uh, wait a second.

I think your wife
wants to talk to you.

How did we
get into this mess, Elvis?

What the hell did you do?

I'm gonna put you
on speakerphone

'cause I wanna hear
how the greatest bigmouth

in the world of radio
handles this.

Careful, though: if you lie,
boom, I will shoot somebody.

Oh, no, Elvis,
you do not have the right
to remain silent.

We're all listening.

Your affair with Mary:
true or false?

Gary, I don't know
what makes you think

that there's a relationship
with Mary,

because I swear to God,
I never--

- Bullshit!
- Stop fucking around, Elvis!

I swore that
I would shoot someone.

Olivia, can you confirm
that I shot someone?

Elvis.

I shot at your ugly face

on that narcissistic poster
hanging on the wall.

The next time...
Good one, Gary.

...next time...

Leave her alone!

Please, I'm begging you!
I'm begging you, please!

Don't hurt her!
Gary? Gary.

I want you to take a minute--

Listen.
I want you to hear this.

That's my gun pressed
against your daughter's temple.

So, how about you tell us
the fucking truth?

Are you screwing
the switchboard operator?

Yes or no?

Yes. Yes, okay.

There you go, yes, I did it.

You're right, I did it.
I screwed her. You happy now?

You win. Now, let her go.
Please.

Thank you.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

You wanted me to confess, I did.

Now, what more
do you want me to do, huh?

Let's get this over with.

You're angry at me,
not them, all right?

Me. Let them go,

and we can settle this
between the two of us,
all right?

Ah, so now you have time
to listen to me.

The police want to talk to him.
No, no, that's okay.

Gary, this can still
end well, okay?

But I don't want it to end well.

It didn't end well for Lauren.

For who? Who?

And you have the balls
to ask me who.

Don't you know a Lauren?

First it's Mary,
now you're talking
about some Lauren.

I know a dozen Laurens.

Oh, I bet you know
about a dozen Laurens.

But to me there's only one.

Gary, you're gonna
have to help me here, I...

They want to
take over the negotiation.

They want you to hang up.
It's okay, Steven.

Please, let my wife
and daughter go,

and then we can talk about,
like, whatever you want.

Okay? We'll sit here
and we'll work this out.

I'm sorry, that's not
the ending I had in mind.

Wonder.

What? W-Wonder what?

Wonder, Lauren Wonder!

That's her name!

And she's also the eighth
wonder of the world.

But I bet you didn't even know
her last name, did you?

Before me. Before me.

Oh.

Oh, the switchboard operator.
Lily.

Her real name was Lauren.
We called her Lily.

I didn't know her last name.

There you go.

It's funny how
it all comes rushing back.

Yeah. She worked for us
a couple months.

Uh, two years back.
She disappeared one day.

We never saw her again.
I didn't know her last name.

That didn't stop you from
making stupid jokes about her

every day on the show!

About her face, her voice.

She didn't dare speak up

because Mr. Big Wig
is the star of radio.

She thought that,
by leaving after five months,

she'd be able to forget, but no!

Because people never stopped
talking about it to her.

I've been with her
since high school.

And yes,
she had other problems,

but you, you were
the fucking cherry on top!

It was always like
a pressure cooker, and boom!

Boom what? It's shock radio.

We fuck around.
That's what we do.
We make jokes, okay?

It's not for you to decide
what's funny and what's not!

See, being at
your fuckin' house with Olivia
and your daughter,

now that's funny, oh, yeah.

Yeah, okay, all right.

Look, I'll do anything
to help Lily-- Lauren.

I'll make it up to her.

There is something you can do.

You can take your wireless mic

and go up
to the studio's terrace

with someone
from your shitty team.

I... I don't get it.

You'll get it
when you're up there.

Now, move your ass!
Okay, okay, calm down.

Mary, get a mic
and a headphone ready.

Okay?

We're coming with you.

Okay.

Let's go.

Okay, I'm here.

Cool. Breathe.

Okay, just tell me what you want

so we can get this
over with, huh?

You see that ashtray
by the wall?

How do you know there's
an ashtray by the wall, Gary?

That's where Lauren came to cry
after you humiliated her.

She tell you that?

No, I was there.

Okay.

I was having a smoke
when she showed up in tears.

How'd you even
get in the building?

I worked there for my job.

Oh, Elvis,
we met so many times,
and you never said hello.

But hey, you treat
your own colleagues like dirt.

It's no surprise you never
gave me the time of day.

Who are you?

Does it really matter?

Are you Gary Harlowe?

Not anymore.

What does that mean?

It means tonight
I don't give a fuck.

I'm not that friendly
security guard anymore

who always greeted you
with a smile.

Man, look, I am really sorry.
I just don't remember, okay?

Anyway, what I want you
to do now

is to climb up onto that wall.

I set up a little staircase
for you.

You can't be serious.

Does it sound like I'm joking?

Hey, Adria, does it look
like I'm fooling around?

Do I make you laugh, kid?

Elvis!

Relax. Everything's fine.

Elvis is gonna get up
onto that fucking wall.

Fuck!

I'm on the wall.
You happy? What now?

Thank you.

Gary, I don't like heights.

You can tell Lauren
I'm shit scared

if you think it makes you
feel any better, okay?

Well, that won't be easy,

because she's dead.

She committed suicide
a month ago.

You should see
what she writes about you
in her letter.

It's not very nice.

She jumped
from her apartment balcony.

Five stories.

Gary, I'm sorry.
Man, I'm really sorry.

I've learned my lesson.

Can we please stop
this nonsense?

When I came back
from Afghanistan,

I tried to kill myself too.

A pussy like you
wouldn't last a day over there.

They said I was
psychologically damaged.

Bullshit.
Gary, life is beautiful.

No, it's not!

Now, I want you to jump.

Come on, Gary,
nobody would do that.
I'm not gonna jump.

If you don't jump,
I'll kill them.

You know I will!

It's you or them!

Oh, for fuck sake, Gary,
can't we sort this out?

Come on,
I'm begging you, please.

Jump!

I can't.

I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew you'd shit your pants.

Not even a shred of dignity.

That's why I didn't want you
to go alone.

Dylan, push him.

No.

Push him,
or a five-year-old dies.

Gary, you sick fuck!

I hope you die and burn forever!

Last chance, Dylan.

Push him!
No.

It's okay, it's okay.

Gary, I'll jump.

Put my wife on.

What are you doing?

I'm so sorry, my dear.

I love you.

Take care of Adria.

Okay?

I have no choice.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Please, I'm begging you.
I'm begging you, please.

Please!

Don't, Elvis, no!

Tell me, Dylan,
did that asshole jump?

Yes.

Thank you, Dylan.

Hey, listen, I'm sorry
I put you in that situation.

I did you a favor, though.
That guy would
have tortured you,

just like he did to Lauren.

He was a real
son of a bitch, you know.

You can free his wife
and daughter

because he jumped, he's dead.

Just let them go.

Of course.
I'm a man of my word.

I just...

I just need proof
that he really jumped.

I mean, you wouldn't
lie to me, right?

I'm telling you, he jumped.
Just let them go.

How could you do this to me?

You filthy liars!
You're all motherfuckers!

Dylan, you've really
disappointed me.

No, wait, don't get angry.
I can explain, okay?

I wanted to film Elvis's jump
and post it online.

You've really
made a fool out of me.

Hey, hey, Gary,
this is my fault.

I apologize, okay?
It's too late!

I'm sorry.
An eye for an eye, Elvis.

Gary...
Now you can see what it's like
to lose someone you love.

The police is ready to go.
They're headed in!

Gary, the cops
are coming in right now.

I'm begging you, please!
Give it up! Stop it!

Wait.

The police want
to get you on the phone.

Yeah?

What?

Uh...

That can't be.

Go with him.
I'll lock up the studio.

It's impossible.

What's going on?

The cops say...

- there's no one home.
- What?

They checked every room.

No signs of forced entry.

The dogs are alive.

I don't get it.

And your daughter,
your... your wife?

Not there.

I don't know.

They looked everywhere.
Nothing.

Ha-ha-ha...

♪ Elvis ♪

♪ Elvis, where are you? ♪

♪ Elvis ♪

♪ Yoo-hoo ♪

He's back.

Turn up the volume.

♪ Elvis ♪

Elvis,
you play footsie with me,
I play better.

One step ahead, buddy.

I really had you convinced I
was at your place, didn't I?

And those Keystone Cops
who broke down your door
for nothing,

what a bunch of idiots.

Is he the one
who killed the guard?

Now, the show's
really getting started.

So I lied about
being at your house,

but I am with your family.

Elvis, get out of here!

"Elvis, get out of here!"

She doesn't
even seem to resent you
for cheating on her.

Now, that is devotion.

I caught them
just as you left home.

By the way, Olivia and Adria
did not want to
get into my car.

It was a struggle.

Kind of like rassling
a couple of piglets.

They fought, they squealed.

But I managed to tame them
in the end.

Hey, Elvis, you there?

Elvis?

Yoo-hoo?

Anybody out there?

You're kidding me.
Am I all alone on the air?

Wow, this is like
a childhood fantasy come true.

But hey, Elvis, I do hope you
can still hear me out there

'cause tonight,
as a tribute to Lauren,

I've gone out of my way
to make sure you spend

the worst night of your life.

See, I've created a game,

and I think you're
gonna love it.

The rules are simple.

If you lose,
I kill these two little ladies.

Use your cell.
Let's call the cops.

Elvis. I'm gonna count
down from 30.

If you don't answer,
that means you've gone,

and that I'm talking
to myself like a madman.

I'm not crazy, you know?

So listen,
if you don't get back
on the line,

the game is over,

and if the game is over,

boom, boom.

Thirty, 29...

Gary, it's Mary.

Elvis has left the building...

No one called you,
Miss America.
I'm playing with Elvis.

I don't talk to women
who sleep with married men.

Either Elvis
is there or he's not.

Anyway, where was I?

Twenty-eight, 27...

26, 25...

24, 23...

22, 21...

20, 19...

18, 17...

16, 15...

14, 13...

Elvis, the...
12, 11...

...mic is in the elevator.
ten...

nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three...

two...

one...

Zero!

I'm here! I'm here!

Ah! Okay, Elvis.

And he's back!

Were you taking a dump?

So, where are you, my friend?

In reception.

Oh, in reception.

Ha!

Sorry I didn't have time
to clean up the entrance.

Yeah, did you have to kill him?

Yes, I did.
That guard was very impolite.

Not friendly at all.

I told him I used to work
the same job.

He didn't want to open
the door at first,

but thank God
he recognized your wife,
so he let us in.

Didn't seem to like
my face, though.

He didn't want
to give me a badge.

What a jerk.

So now it's your turn.
Where are you?

I'll let you in on a secret.

I'm still at your home,
in a way.

I wasn't exactly
lying to you earlier.

I'm at your home.

This is your second home,
after all.

We're gonna have some fun.

Dear listeners,
you're about to hear
the last 40 minutes

in the history of Elvis's show.

In 40 minutes, that's 4-0...

boom!

You're gonna blow up the door.
Why?

The door?

No. I respect your show, Elvis.

It deserves some sparkle.

You should check
your social media.

Man, I'm excited.

In the army,
I was an explosive ordnance
disposal specialist.

I miss fireworks.

He's gonna blow everything up.

Windows, the door,
the basement, the garage.

Everything is wired to blow.

If only Lauren could see this.

On the other hand,
she'd probably tell me

just to blow it all up
right away.

She didn't like to play games,

but you never understood that.

Seems like a lot of work, Gary.

How'd you set all that up?

I could have
done it better, trust me.
I didn't have much time.

Should do the trick anyway.

With a bit of luck,
the explosions

will bring down
this whole building.

Elvis.

I don't wanna die here.

Well, if we don't wanna die,
we gotta fight.

He's in the building.
We can get him.

You hear that, Gary?

He's right, Dylan, really.

I said it was a game,
and I'm gonna follow the rules.

Military code of honor.

You have a chance.

If you find me,
I won't blow up the building.

I'll let you go,

and I'll just kill Elvis.

Well, then show yourself,
you slippery son of a bitch!

Let my girls go, okay?

You don't need 'em.
They're just a liability
for you.

It's just you and me.
Man up.

If you're a real man,
come down here,

duke it out with me, okay?

We'll settle this!

I'm too old to play fuckin'
hide-and-seek, all right?

Are you done?

I don't think you get it.

Instead of wasting your time
talking shit,

why don't you try to find me
and save your family?

All right, we'll do it
the fuckin' hard way.

This could have made
a great movie.

"The bad guy's hiding
somewhere in the building,

the good guy is looking for him.

And then they all blow up!

The end."

What do you think?

I think you need a rewrite.

Sounds like a real stinker.

What's the fuck's going on?

Come on. Ton...

Tony? What the hell is this?

What, you know him?

Yes. It's Tony.
He's been working here
for 20 years.

I didn't know it was you,
Mr. Elvis. I'm sorry.

What the hell got into you,
attacking him like that?
I don't know him!

You know, I couldn't see shit.

I just saw the dead guard
at the entrance.

So I hid in the dark.

And when you guys came in,
I just jumped on the first guy.

What if he works for Gary
and he's lying because
he couldn't take me out?

Out of the question,
I've known this guy
since forever.

When you guys came in,

I just assumed
you were part of his team.

Whose team?

The fucking crazy guy's team.

The guy that came around
with the woman
and the little girl?

Elvis, I couldn't see anything.

It was super dark.
It was fuzzy.

Yeah, but I do remember
he was wearing a hat.

That I do.

And his eyes.
I could never forget his eyes.

I mean, he... this guy looks
as if he just escaped
a fucking mental asylum.

I mean, he's totally cuckoo.

Why the hell didn't you
get out of here?

I did, I tried...

I-I... I tried to leave
through the parking lot area,

just to find that it was
full with explosives.

A whole door--
I mean, the whole building
for that matter,

it's filled with explosives,
I mean, just, you know...

What's going on, Elvis?
I mean, come on.

Are we all going to die?

I am loving this.

What a shit show!
You okay, Elvis?

Little Dylan still in one piece?

I hadn't planned
on Tony showing up.

Tony, my man! I remember you.

What a nice guy.

Well, apparently
I'm getting warmer.

You went by here
recently too, huh?

Hold on a second, though.

It's no fair
if Tony's joining your team
all of a sudden.

Is he talking into
your headphones right now?

What's he saying?

There's no room
for an extra player.

Kill him.

Kill that son of a bitch.

I'm not killing anybody.

Tony will sit in a corner
and he won't say
another fucking word, okay?

He's not coming with us.

No, Tony wasn't part of my plan.

He was supposed to clock out
at 10:00 p.m.

What the hell's he still
doing here anyway?

You get out of here, walk away,
just get out of here.

No, that's not okay.
This is pissing me off, Elvis.

Ask him what he's doing here.

Okay, he wants to know
what you're doing here,

why you didn't leave
at 10:00 p.m.

Me?

You were supposed to leave
at 10:00 p.m., right?
Yeah.

What the hell
are you still doing here?

This is fishy.
Uh...

If he doesn't answer,
kill that son of a bitch.

I'll tell you.

You know, I finished my shift.

There were some areas
that I had to finish,

that I...
had to take care of,

and-and I wanted to take a walk
around the office before I did.

That's... That's it.

You're lying.

What's your problem?

No, you tell me
what you're doing here.
Tell me now.

Elvis--
What the fuck is up?
Tell me now!

Ah, now we got some action.
Elvis is getting angry.

No, wait. He's the guy
stealing the computers,

the one you were
talking about on air.

Tony?
You been stealing from us?

I'm really sorry, Elvis.

I really am.

You see,
my wife is very sick
over in Spain, and...

I need it desperately.
I needed the cash.

I'm not doing anything wrong.
It's my cousin that sells them.

I just give it to him.
He gives me a little cut
every time.

But it's only the sales team's
computer that I take.

I mean, I never ever
even dream of touching
one of yours, I swear.

You gotta believe me.

We're not gonna let him
get away with this, Elvis,
are we?

Ticktock.

Ticktock!

Ticktock, time is running out.

Kill this fucking thief
and come find me.

Tony, go upstairs
and hide in the studio,
okay?

W-We'll settle this later, okay?

Go on, pal, get outta here.
Thank you, Elvis.

I owe you.

Elvis! What a mensch!

A true hero.

If it were me,
I'd have taken him out,

but you, you are a class act.

What Hollywood actor
do you think would play you
in the movie of our game, huh?

Tom Cruise?

I'd cast Joaquin Phoenix as me.

Tonight, I'm kind of a joker.

"I have a condition!"

I like silence.

Cold!

Hot.

I wouldn't go in there
if I were you.

Getting warmer.

Not in there.

Okay, okay, okay.

This isn't supposed
to take all night.

And since I'm a nice guy,
here's some help
from someone special.

Go on, sweetie.

Give Daddy a clue.

Daddy, I'm in a closet
with some toys.

Oh, now, that's too easy.

Hyah!

It's Adria's.

He's doing this
to drive you crazy.

Now, isn't that cute?

Dear listeners,
let me set the scene.

Shock jock Elvis clutching
a plush toy covered in blood,

and newbie Dylan who looks
like he's about to lose it.

And see,
from where I'm sitting,

I'm lucky enough
to watch the whole scene.

He's been watching us
from the start.

I know where the son
of a bitch is hiding.

He can only be
in the camera room
in the basement.

Okay, so let's call
the police to save time.

We don't have the luxury
of time.

He's a madman.

I've dealt with kooks
like this for 30 years.

He's the type
to go through with it.

He'll kill my girls
unless we stop him. Okay?

By the time the cops get here,
fuck, it's hopeless.

He just wants
to knock everyone off
and then do himself.

We don't stand a chance.
This won't end well.
No.

Elvis, no secret powwows.

Turn your mic back on.

Listen, you don't have
to come with me,

but I think it's safer
if we stick together.

I know a way
where there's no cameras.

We can sneak up on him
in the basement.

Elvis,
think about your listeners.

We are live on the air!

Turn your microphone back on.

Okay, I'll play.

I'll bet you're somewhere
in the upper floors, am I right?

Maybe.

Yeah, I'm comin', numb nuts.

Stop! Wait!

Hang on.

We have to hurry.
There's no camera down here.

He'll be looking for us
on the other side

and realize we're not there.
Come on.

Hey, guys,
you're supposed to find me,
remember,

not the other way around.

But, hey, I'm not against
spicing things up.

Come on, give me a clue.

♪ Elvis ♪

Hey, Gary, I'm coming
upstairs to find ya,
you sick puke.

There's the security cameras
in that room.

He's in there.

Where are you hiding?

One, two...

Go!

All right.
Turn around or I'll brain ya.

You son of a bitch!

Did you really think
I'd be in there when I can
hack into any camera?

I have a knack for computers.

And frankly, breaking into
a 25-year-old security system

was easier than stealing
my sister's Netflix password.

I've got all the cameras
right here on a tablet.

Elvis.

Yoo-hoo!

Oh, hey, you're welcome,
by the way.

Uh, Elvis, yoo-hoo!

What an ingrate.
You could at least thank me.

Thank you for what?
Well, you never liked
that asshole Justin, did you?

This will make it easier for
you to get his 8:00 p.m. slot.

No more sleepless nights
talking to freaks.

How come you don't look happy?

Nothing's ever good enough
for you, is it?

Why don't you tell me
where you are

so I can come
and thank you personally?

Nah, you can thank me later.

Knock it off, will ya?
Son of a bitch.

You're right, Elvis.
It's time for a break.

And you know what?
There's something I've
always dreamed of doing.

What's it like to swap places
with the king of radio?

Ahh!

Now I have a beautiful voice.

He's in the studio.
Oh, fuck. Mary. Steve.

Go!

Dear listeners,
you have a new host tonight,

and it's about time.

Finally, someone loyal.

He's powered off the elevators.

Oh, Elvis, I'm sorry.
The elevators seem
to be out of order.

Just can't catch a break, huh?

Fuck.

Mary?

Guys. How you doing?
You okay?

"Mary?

Guys, how you doing? You okay?"

Seriously, what kind of
a two-bit operation is this?

There's no one left
at the wheel.

Thank God I showed up, right?

Hey, we should redo the jingles.

"Gary, tonight, 'On the Line.'"

I think it's gonna be a hit.

Yeah, knock yourself out, buddy.
I'm on my way.

Take your time, Elvis.
Just don't be late.

Thirteen minutes.

It's loaded.

I can't... I can't.

Hey, Dylan, pull it together.

You can't slack off now.
I need you, boy.

Put down your weapon, now!

Officer, this is
all a misunderstanding.

Everything's fine.

I don't have time to explain.
I gotta go upstairs.

There's a madman up there
with my wife and daughter!

I said put down your weapons!

It's Elvis.

It's the radio star.

You're gonna screw
everything up, Officer.

I'm really sorry,
but I gotta go.

Don't move!

Dispatch,
I have two individuals,
one armed,

at the bottom
of the KLAT-FM building.

There's one man down.
Requesting backup.

You haven't heard, or what?

Why don't you call one
of your higher-IQ buddies
at the station?

We're being attacked
by a madman.

I'm not talkin' to you!

You're gonna put down
that weapon.
I'm coming in.

Don't. You can't come in.

Oh, I'm coming in.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

No, please, please don't.

Don't-- Don't touch that door!

- Put down your fuckin' weapons!
- Elvis!

Do as he says.

Huh?

Okay, okay!
I'm putting it down.

Back away from the door
or we all die!

Shut up!

Officer Glen. Stand back.

Do not enter the building.
I repeat, this is an order.

Do not enter the building.

Backup will arrive
in two minutes.

Copy that.
What should I do?

Nothing. You stay put.

The situation
is extremely dangerous.

Dispatch is handling it.
SWAT is on its way.

Freeze! Stop moving!

Hey, you guys deaf or what?
I said stop.

Okay, okay, we're stopped.

We're gonna sit down
right here, okay?

Good.
Okay.

Oh, fuck!

Now, as much as
I'm enjoying watching you
scurry around like mice,

I wonder if our listeners
aren't getting a little bored.

So let's play a game.

I've stopped the clock,
and I'm going to
give you the chance

to win ten bonus minutes!

All you have to do
is crack the code.

What code?
Oh, it's simple.

You have four people
on your team.

Mary and Steven
are right here with me,

even if they are a bit
"tied up" at the moment.

And then there's Dylan and you.

Four players, four chances.

I'm going to give you
three numbers,

and you have to find
the correct order.

If you don't,
you lose ten minutes

and one of you
will be disciplined.

Gary, I don't wanna play
this fucking game.

Shut your mouth and play!

Okay, okay, calm down.
Keep your shorts on.

Excellent!

Let's start with Steven.

Come on over
to the microphone, Steven.

These are the numbers:
One, two and three.

What order do you want to try?

Don't come up!
He's crazy! It's a trap!

It's a fuckin' trap!

You guys aren't off
to a very good start.

Fortunately Steven
won't be opening his mouth

to talk any more shit.

It's time to move on
to the second member
of your team-- Mary.

Come on down.

Remember, we have three numbers:

One, two and three.

Well, Mary,
you'd better not screw this up.

Steven has endangered the team
by acting like an asshole.

So think hard now, Mary, and...

Three...

two... one.

No dice!

But well played.

Two more chances.

Elvis, over to you.

Two, three, one.

Nope!
So, it's not two, three, one.
It's not three, two, one.

Don't shit yourself, Dylan.

Mathematically,
there are only four
possible combinations left.

It's your turn.

I'm not gonna tell you
what I've got planned
if you lose

because I don't wanna put
too much pressure on you,

but, uh, if you don't
crack that code,

Mary might not thank you.

Well?

One...

three...

two.

Bravo!
One, three, two is correct!

You've won an extra...

You can take your time
coming upstairs.

I'll be waiting for you
to music.

Maestro, take it away!

Wait, wait!

There's no time.
We gotta go.

I'm dead.

If we reach the top
out of breath,

we'll be good for nothing.

Steven's right, it's a trap.

Stairs, corridors--
Gary's got it all figured out.

You're right, we'll be walking
right into the lion's den.

From the start, he's wanted you
to go down to reception.

He knew you'd stop
at the video room on the way

and he knew he could take
your place at the microphone

and still make you
come back up-- why?

Why? 'Cause he's having fun.

He wants me to suffer.

Most lunatics don't see
their crazy plans through,

but this guy,
we got ahold of a bona fide
psychopathic killer.

I'm sorry I dragged you
into this, kid, really I am,

but we gotta go,
there's nothing else for it.

What's gonna happen up there?
I don't know.

He'll be expecting us to come
through the stairway door,

and then he'll probably...

Fuck.

We got to find a different way.

Oh... Oh.

Oh, come on!

It's not there. We've
still got one floor to go.

Yeah.

Okay.

Come on, kid.

Okay.

Oh, shit!

Ah, the dulcet tones of opera
never did anybody any harm.

Let's take a moment to catch up

with our favorite idiot, Elvis.

I don't see Olivia
or Adria anywhere,

but he's got Mary tied up.

Fuck. Okay.
Now he's probably
expecting us to...

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

This is my fault.

I told him to come up here.

He's expecting us
to come from the stairway.

We'll run in this door,
get in behind him,

we'll jump him, and then...

What?
I don't think I can do this.

Okay, okay. Listen.

Look, you take this, all right?

You're gonna need it more.
Give me the box cutter.

And then we'll both...

Well, I'll go in,
I'll get control of him.

You run around the back
to the other door

and get the drop on him
that way, okay,

and try and find
my family, all right?

Okay.
Okay.

You ready?
I'm depending on you.
Okay.

One, two, three, go!

Game's up, Gary. It's all over.

I finally get to meet
the star in person.

I swear, if you don't tell me
where they are,

I'm gonna...
You're gonna what?

Huh?
Slit my throat on the air?

At least everybody
will see your true colors.

Listen up, ladies and gentlemen,
Elvis is about to kill
somebody live on the air.

Bad luck, it's me.

This will be Elvis's
second murder.

First he killed Lauren,
because yes,

it is your fault
she committed suicide.

Now he's after
the helpless boyfriend.

The good news is,
something's finally happening
on this boring-ass show.

Dylan.

Cut Mary loose, and, Mary,
when he does that,

get us off the air, okay?

Oh, no, no, no,
that's a bad idea.

You don't wanna do that.

What's that?
You're gonna laugh.

If you kill me,
I'll have to drop this,

and if the button comes up,
bada boom!

What kind of B-grade
movie bullshit is this?

You didn't think I was
gonna let you come up here
and ruin the end of the show?

I figured somebody
would catch me eventually.

This is my
"get out of jail free" card.

Ah, right on time.

The game might
not be over just yet.

I'd get that
if I were you, Elvis.

Mary.

Put it on speaker.

Hello?

Good day, sir.
Thank you for your call.

How are you today?

Can you introduce yourself?

Politeness would dictate
that the caller should
introduce himself first,

though I think I actually
know who you are.

And thank you
because you've called
at a great time.

I'm Bruce, LAPD SWAT team.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Bruce. My name is Gary--

Shut the fuck up, Gary.
Bruce, this is Elvis.

I got ahold of a guy
here in the studio

who's already
killed or kidnapped
several people already.

He stashed my wife
and daughter someplace.

I don't know where
the fuck they are.

And he's holding a device,

says he's gonna blow
the entire building up.

I don't know
if it's true or not.
I think it could be bullshit.

We're aware
of the situation. I'm sorry.

We found your wife
and daughter on the terrace,

and... and, uh...

What, what? What, what?

Did you kill them?
Did you fucking kill them?

We have a problem.

That's for sure.

What the hell is going on?
Are they dead?

No. No, they're alive.

I'm not a monster.

You're projecting
your own personality onto me.

Well, then what's the problem?

They're tied up
with explosives
we can't identify.

Bomb squad's on its way,

and this phone number
was written on a piece
of paper taped to them,

so I called it.

You sick motherfucker.

And you're a smart guy
so I think you can guess
what'll happen

if I lift my finger
off the detonator?

We'll have fireworks
up on the terrace.

So, please, be so kind
as to put down the knife
and go sit.

It's you I've come for,
not them.

So trust me.

Trust you.

Yeah, you could use
a little more trust.

Okay, you have two options:

either you kill me
and I blow up Adria and Olivia,

or you can be reasonable
and go sit the fuck down.

No.

Bruce, these explosives.

Can they be deactivated?

I don't know, I'm telling you.

Never seen anything
like it in my life.

It's got a motion detector,
so if they move,

I think it might
set off the bomb and...

and there's a digital
keypad for a code.

I'm assuming Gary
knows the code.

Gary?

Yes, I can give you that code.

But first tell Elvis
to remove his fucking knife
from my throat.

It's sharp.

Oh, kid, it's no use.

Can't you see
this has nothing
to do with you?

Same as for the knife.

You shoot me,
and the terrace goes boom.

So does the parking lot,
the reception, everything.

That's what I call
ending the show with a bang.

No use, kid, drop it.

That's right, Dylan.
Listen to Daddy.

Drop the gun.

Oh, okay, you wanna be a hero?

Okay, I've got an idea.

Why don't we
remove the explosive vests
from Adria and Olivia

and put them on you instead?

You can save the widow
and the orphan.

You'll go down
in the history books, man.

Now, there's a slight chance
you'll get blown up
in the process,

but, uh,
I think it's worth it,
don't you?

Hey, put the vests on me.

It's me you want.

Let me wear all
your crappy explosives

and let these others go,
they're innocent.

But that's no fun, Elvis.

No, the fun part
is making you choose:

who would you rather
wear the vests,

your wife and daughter
or the new kid?

Oh, my God.
I've got another idea.

Let's draw straws.

Elvis, you get to choose
who wears the vests.

I am gonna write down
the name of each person,

uh, except my own, of course.

I'm not that crazy.

All right, Elvis,
you do the honors.

It's me.

Wow. That is classy.

I'd applaud, but that
would blow everything up.

Don't fuck with me, Elvis.

Tell us the truth.
It's me.

Now, how is that possible?

Luck has spoken.

Dylan, you are the winner
and tonight's superhero.

Now, why don't you
hand over that gun?

Officer Bruce, you still there?

I'm gonna give you
the deactivation codes
for the two vests.

Then you're gonna carry them
down to us very carefully,

because they're fragile.

Now, remember,
if I drop this detonator,

all the other bombs
are going to blow up.

Okay, Gary, I'm listening.

For Olivia,

060877 and the star key.

For Adria,

040478.

Okay. Thanks.

No, hold on, shit.
It's the other way around.

Um, 040478 is Olivia,
060877 is Adria.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

I guess we're about to find out.

Beep... beep-beep-beep.

It's okay.

It looks like the vests
have been deactivated.

What a relief.
To be honest, I wasn't
100% sure about those codes.

I'm glad this worked out.

Everything's fine.
Olivia and Adria are safe.

We're evacuating them now.

Okay, Bruce, but hurry up.
My hand's starting to cramp.

I don't know how much longer
I can hold onto this thing.

Thanks.

For what? You know
I'm gonna kill you, right?

For letting my family go.

Gary, we all understand
your misfortune.

But you don't
have to kill anybody.

Tonight, all our listeners heard
what he did to Lauren.

Everyone understands
how you feel.

If you keep Elvis alive,

he'll have to live with himself.

After all, he's to blame
for everyone who died tonight.

- We can agree on that.
- Exactly.

This is all his fault.
He's the one to blame.

If you let us all go,
we'll remember
only your pain and mercy.

Everyone will understand
what you went through
in the army.

The public will be on your side.

But if you kill him,

that'll end it all.

If Lauren were here,
right at this moment,

she'd tell you
that you did well.

Elvis has played
some nasty tricks on me too.

The worst jokes since I
started working here.

I can imagine what Lauren felt.

Really. Thank you.

You've got the message out.

Tomorrow Elvis won't
have a show anymore.

But that's it.
That's enough.

It's time to stop, okay?

That's good, Gary.

I'm upstairs at the door.

I'm alone.

All right, come on in, Bruce,
and no funny business

or I'm gonna shoot Elvis
and I'll blow it all to hell.

Calm down, Gary. Remember--

Shut the fuck up!
That was all empty talk.

You were leading me on,
weren't you?

No.
Shh!

Gary.

See?

I'm here.

I'm not armed.
Everything's fine.

Why don't you help Dylan
get dressed? I think
he's a little bit cold.

Good.

I'm sorry, kid.
It's gonna be all right.

Hurry it up, Bruce.

Now, on vest number one,

enter 040478.

Vest number two.

060877.

Okay, Gary.
This whole place
is surrounded.

We all want this to end well.

We'd like to offer you a deal.

Boring!

God! Oh!

I just... I just don't know
how this can end, guys.

It's not looking good, though,
is it?

Not looking good at all.

You know what? Fuck it.

Let's free our listeners
from this never-ending show.

Elvis, let me just say
you are the world's
worst fucking radio host.

Now let's end this
with fireworks.

No!

That was a riot!

That was amazing.

How the hell
did we pull that off?

Whoo!

- I think we just...
- Insane. Insane.

...performed the greatest prank
in the history of this show!

My dear listeners.

I'm sorry if we gave you
a huge scare.

But this whole thing,
this entire thing
was just one big hoax.

Yes, that's right.

Yes!

We were screwing with you,
that's right.

We're a bunch
of dirty deceivers.

And I'm sure his fans
recognized him
from the very start.

Gary was played by none other
than James Steel,

the king of the Internet!

I think he slept with Bezos
to get the title.

Yeah! What an actor.

What a performance.
That was really amazing.

In fact, it was so good,
I was in on it,

I thought you'd snapped.

Hey, what's up, everybody?

That was one crazy trip,

and you know you'll be
finding all the videos

posted to my social media
tomorrow.

Yes, that's right,
we filmed it all!

I just wanna give
another shout out to my man,

who we devised this prank for
over the past several weeks.

The one and only Dylan!

Yeah!

And, Olivia, get your
talented ass over here.

All right,
that was incredible!
Oh, my God.

This is a very gifted actress
called Carole Weyers.

And she not only did Olivia
but the voice of Adria.

"Daddy, please save me!"

And a big bravo
to Richard Anderson,

who played
our very credible SWAT guy.

You really were
pretty scared, man.

Yeah.

And, of course, we warned LA
and Pasadena's PD in advance.

We gotta keep our cops
kosher, right?

So, let me clarify
that no police were involved,

hurt or made to look worse
than they actually are.

So...

By the way, Mary and I...

we're actually
not sleeping together.

Oh!
Yet.

I have a rule:
no men over 80 years old.

Oh, yeah, you don't want old age
creeping up on you.

And Justin back from the dead!

Whoo!
Whoo!

Must eat your brain!

My brains, aw,
it's a very small thing.

You know you got off
on watching me dead.

Oh, yeah, I want
your fuckin' slot, man,

but you know I love you,
buddy, I love you.

But you did say,
"Go fuck yourself."

You didn't mean that, did you?

Oh, I meant it.
I was kind of hurt by that.

I'm a big fan of yours,
you know that.

I was really proud
to be a part of this.
Thanks. What a suck-up.

I'd like to say something.

I'd like to say something
if I may.

You know,
I really want to apologize

for having attacked poor Dylan.

Yeah, dude,
what were you thinking?

You freaked me out.
You were supposed to attack me.

I don't know. Listen,
I just got carried away.

I mean,
I was so excited. Sorry.

This is Tony, played by Tony.

A very highly strung
performance there.

Tony's one of the crazy actors

who's been working
with me for years.

Elvis, this is one of the best
shows of my life, thank you.

Dylan, we promised
to make you feel welcome,

and I think, I think we've done
just that, yeah, don't you?

But the real question is,
after all of this...

will we see you back
in the studio tomorrow

or are you gonna
just go away and hate us
for the rest of your life?

- Awww!
- Aw, come on!

Dylan!

Maybe we went too far.

Dylan.
Dylan.

Dylan, come on, bro.
Come on.

Dylan. Don't be that guy.

Hey, buddy!

Buddy!

You're better than that.

Dylan, come on, dude.

Dylan? Dylan?

Come on back.
Let's be live, baby.

Tell us what you thought
of all this.

I mean, we really worked
our asses off for you, kid.

Oh, come on!

- Oh, come on.
- Yes!

Probably crossed the line there.

Hey.

Hey, Carole, the mic.

Come on, Dylan.
Don't get mad, get even.

All right?

Hey, say a few words
to the listeners.

Come on, kid, speak up.

Come on, kid, it's your moment.
Let's go.

Come on, dude.
Hey, Dylan, man up, come on.

We've all
had to change our shorts
more than once this year.

Hey, what...?

Whoa!
Holy shit!

Oh, my God!
Dylan!

Call 911!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Shit.

He's dead.

What?

We're taking away the body.

We will need you
for the deposition.

Please go home
so we can find you.

There are dozens
of journalists and press
out the front.

You should go through the back.

Go home to Olivia and Adria.

How many times did I warn you?

I told you it was too much.

You killed him, Elvis.

It's your fault.
You did this.

He was just a kid.

For years I've been
telling you to put some limits
on your practical jokes,

but no, it was never
enough for you.

I knew it. I fucking knew
it would end badly.

I don't even have to fire you
because your career is over now.

I'm done.

I won't ever go
on the mic again.

Where are you going now?

Home.

No, no, no, no.
Come here. Come here.

Reporters are crawling
everywhere.

The bloodsuckers
are waiting by your car.

Come on, get in.
I'll take you home. Get in.

Fuck, Elvis!

The media will get you.

And your family too.

I won't be surprised
if they leave you.

You'll probably be serving time.

You're gonna need
a fucking good lawyer,
that's for sure.

Okay, I need to calm down now.

Max, please, turn on the radio.

As we said earlier,
breaking news.

From what we know,
something happened
during the night

at the KLAT-FM radio station.
Stay here.

We'll explain it
in details later,

but I was told that
radio star Elvis Cooney

is apparently listening
to the radio...

Face it.
...right now.

And we have a very important
message for him.

Elvis, happy birthday.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Surprise.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, honey.

Dylan!

What the...?
You motherfuckers.

You motherfuckers!
We got ya!

Oh, Jesus!

You! Come here.

I'm glad you're still alive.
I really am, I'm glad, kid.

Actually, it's Max.

Horse falls, car stunts,
and, uh... staircases.

Kind of a Stuntman 101.

And we threw in
a few little extras.

- Like that fight with Tony.
- Oh.

Ah, you!

When Mary told us she wanted
to trap the next newbie,

I called James
and we came up with
this beautiful happy ending.

- Happy birthday!
- Mary!

Happy birthday, you prick!

You should have seen your face!

Oh, you were fucked up.

Say "cheese," Elvis.

You know this reaction shot
is going viral.

Yay! Yes, yes!

You fuckin' got me!

You're all a bunch
of complicit assholes, okay?

Sleep with one eye open
because my revenge
will be ruthless.

Ohh!

Now, it is time for bed, yeah?
Yes.

So we'll leave you
with the final word.

What do you wanna say?

I'll have the final word,
all right. Um...

I'll see you all tomorrow.

Things are gonna get crazy.

♪ I've got you on the line ♪

♪ I beg you to take your time ♪

♪ So we can talk ♪

♪ For a while ♪

♪ Please don't hang up now ♪

♪ Let me see you
End this doubt ♪

♪ Keep me ♪

♪ And love around ♪