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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[PANTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, what the fuck?

Easy.

Don't move.

What?

He's good.

You're making big mistakes.

You know what I'm talking about, huh?

Let's go.

Fuck.

Shut the door.

Shut the fuck up.

What's your fucking jacket?

Stand up.

Move.

Listen to me.

You let your brother and I shoot you in the back of the head.

You understand me?

OK.

Who's the boss?

Slow.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Yo, yo, yo.

You remember my pumpkin flap, huh?

Don't.

Don't.

Touch it and he's fucking dead.

Hands up.

Jesus Christ, you dumb motherfucker.

Do you know who we are?

Yeah, I know you fucking are.

Last January, the two of you--

shot an innocent mother and a kid, killed him in Newark.

Yeah, so who's the fucker, you are?

I brought something to give you.

Uh-huh.

But you have to watch what I'm doing.

You watching?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

[GUNSHOTS]

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, shit.

[GROANING]

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

No, no, don't touch.

Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Look at me.

Look at me, you motherfucker.

You can't die!

You can't die!

He needs somebody to fucking pass you.

If you die, it won't fucking work.

Look at me!

Stay alive, you piece of shit!

Stay alive, you piece of shit!

[PANTING]

Fuck.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Ah!

Ah!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Now I just know who to pass you.

Fuck!

No, no, no, no.

Who the fuck are you?

No one.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm losing.

I'm losing.

I'm losing.

I'm losing.

I'm losing.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Answer me.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I just buy from them, OK?

I fucking hate those guys.

I hate them too.

I fucking hate those actually.

And please, don't shoot me.

I didn't know anybody else was here.

I didn't fucking know anybody else was here!

I fucked this whole thing up.

I fucked this whole thing up.

I'm sorry.

It's what meant for you.

What?

It's what meant for you.

What was it meant for me?

I'm sorry.

What?

What are you talking about?

Fuck.

What are you doing?

Fuck.

I'm sorry.

What?

Yo!

What the fuck is that?

Shit.

Fuck.

Where's the--

Come on!

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

Fuck! Fuck!

Get in the fucking--

Fuck!

Bring the fucking one down!

Bring it!

Bring it!

Fuck!

Suck up, motherfucker!

Fuck! Fuck!

Thank you, everybody.

Now, nearly one year ago, singer-songwriter

and pop superstar Sky Riley was fighting for

her life after being injured in a car

accident, an accident that also tragically took the

life of actor Paul Hudson.

Today, for her first public interview since

the accident, ladies and gentlemen, the one

and only Sky Riley.

Oh, my gosh!

I'm so happy to be doing this with you.

I mean, I have got to say that you look incredible in person.

As do you.

Your hair.

Oh, my God.

Your hair.

I was just trying something new.

I'm not sure if I'm pulling it off.

What do we think?

Oh, my God.

I think you have your answer.

Now you've announced new tour dates.

You're actually kicking off right here in New York City next week.

Is this an emotional comeback?

Yes.

A lot of different emotions, you know, with this one.

A year ago, you had just won a Grammy.

You were in the middle of a big world tour.

And then you hit this rough patch.

Rough patch might be generous.

I was wondering if you could share anything from that period of your life.

I was dealing with a lot of stress and pressure from the demands of the tour.

And I should have asked for help, but

instead I drowned it all out with drugs and alcohol

and a lot of bad decisions.

And I let myself get completely out of control.

And actually, I want to take this

opportunity to apologize to my fans, my loved ones,

my team, everyone who was counting on me and supporting me.

I let you all down.

And I promise that will never happen again.

You were in the hospital when you got out.

What has the time been like between then and now?

[screams]

I spent a lot of time looking inward,

relearning how to appreciate life sober.

And I'm just so grateful for the second chance, and I don't want to waste it.

[music]

A car is waiting right outside by the curb.

It's a bit of a crowd.

[screams]

[music]

[screams]

That went really well.

You were perfectly graceful.

Yeah, Sky, you've got Instagram and TikTok seriously blowing up right now.

You're turning number 23, I can't see you. [music]

Good.

Eyes up.

[music]

Are you okay?

What happened?

Are you hurt?

Yep, I'm fine.

I'm fine, I think I just took a weird step.

Let's take a break, everyone.

Can we get some ice?

Anton, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Sky.

Can we please just go again?

I want to get it right, okay?

Okay, let's go.

Line up.

Music.

[music]

[music] [knocking]

One second.

Yeah, come in.

Hey.

You okay?

You ready to go?

Yeah, Mom, I just need a minute.

You should feel really good about today.

I know.

I do.

Good.

We're ready whenever you are.

Final rehearsal's confirmed for Wednesday.

So we'll be at the venue first thing in the morning.

You have a fitting photo shoot, then stage walkthroughs, then a fan meet and greet.

Please go straight to bed when you get home.

It's going to be a long day.

Oh, and a reminder, Darius gets in tomorrow.

He's going to be here after opening.

I want him to feel the love, please.

The label is advancing a lot of money on this tour.

Have I ever not been good with Darius?

Darius adores you, obviously.

I just want you to remember who's paying the bill.

Hey, straight to bed, Skye.

Goodnight.

Riley.

[sirens]

[sirens]

Hey.

[sighs]

What the fuck, Louis?

What do you want from me?

I get in just-- I get in just for-- I have pain same as last night.

Fuck that, Skye Riley.

It's just going to suddenly show up here.

You texted her to come over.

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

I don't-- I don't remember texting her.

How come I don't remember texting her?

Oh, she's got the fuck off me.

Get the fuck off me!

Oh, oh, she-- Holy shit, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I am having the worst week.

The worst!

Louis, what was with the sword?

What?

What sword?

Oh, that's--

I'm so sorry about that.

I cannot be too careful right now, okay?

I am in the middle of some genuinely fucking freaky shit.

Okay, I'm talking like fucking scary, fucking haunted house shit, you know?

[buzzing]

Yo.

Do you believe in like weird stuff?

Yeah.

I'm going to go.

What?

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please stay.

Please stay.

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

Scott fucking Riley's here and Louis is being fucking crazy.

I'm so stoked to see you.

I'm pumped.

Come on, come in.

I will chill.

Be my guest.

Please, take his feet.

Make yourself at home.

I'm sorry about the mess.

You said you wanted-- what was it?

It was-- you wanted Vicodin, right?

Yeah.

I got you.

I got you.

I want anything else.

I got banger ketamine.

I got really good fucking molly.

I got some-- I don't know what--

No, dude, just the Vicodin for my back.

All right, you're back.

Ouch.

That sucks.

I hate that.

Okay, will you chill and I'll be right back?

You'll chill and I'll be right back, okay?

I'll be right back.

Oh, my God.

You smell good.

I missed you.

Scott fucking Riley, dude.

I-- I--

(sniffing)

(laughing)

It's some snow.

I mean, this is not a huge storm.

It's not, you know, a-- a-- a dangerous situation out there.

It's our first snow of the season.

And over in pop culture news, singer-songwriter Sky Riley is back.

Nearly one year after she was hospitalized in a car crash,

a tragically killed actor Paul Hudson.

Hudson had been driving the vehicle after the

high-profile couple had left the private party,

where both were reportedly seen intoxicated.

The accident occurred while Riley was in the middle of a blockbuster tour,

and at the time, there was speculation surrounding Riley's substance abuse,

especially after candid photos of the singer went viral just two weeks before the--

(door opens)

Hey, uh, Lewis, I kind of have a really early morning tomorrow, so...

(footsteps)

Lewis!

(sighs)

This fucking guy.

Lewis, what the fuck, man?

(footsteps)

Lewis!

I swear to God, if you're fucking with me, dude...

(screams)

Jesus!

(screams)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck did you come from?

What?

(panting)

No! No!

What?

What is it?

Get the fuck away from me!

What the fuck is happening?

No! No!

(coughs)

(coughs)

(thud)

Lewis?

Lewis?

Fuck!

What do I do?

Do I call an ambulance?

Fuck.

Shit!

Lewis! Lewis!

Lewis!

What the fuck?

Lewis?

Fuck!

Shit!

You fucking ODE-ing, man?

Shit!

Fuck!

(eerie music)

Lewis?

(eerie music)

(sniffles)

(Clara Rememberful!! campsite in Paris)

(wall rattles)

(screaming)

(panting)

[SIRENS]

[GASPS]

[ROAR]

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

[SIRENS]

[SIRENS]

[SIRENS]

[GUNSHOT]

[SIRENS]

[GUNSHOT]

[SIRENS] [SIRENS]

[SIRENS]

[SOBBING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[PING]

[DOOR SLAMS] [SIRENS]

[SLEIGH BELLS RINGING]

[GROANS]

[SOBBING]

(crying)

(gasping)

(gasping)

Oh my god.

Oh, gee.

Oh, fuck.

God.

(gasping)

God, I'm like, I'm like.

(crying)

(gasping)

(crying)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(gasping)

(gasping) (ominous music)

(ominous music)

(crunching)

(gasping)

(crunching)

(gasping)

(ominous music)

(muffled voices) (ominous music)

What?

Yeah.

This stuff is important.

I'm listening.

Are you okay?

You look exhausted.

Wow, thanks, Mom.

It's really important for you to stay

on top of your sleep schedule.

Joshua, grab her a water.

I'm fine.

I want you to have someone around

to help out with things again.

Have you talked to Gemma about coming on tour?

Gemma is not gonna wanna hear from you, Mom.

Have you reached out?

No.

Exactly.

She's your best friend.

I'm sure she'd be willing to forgive

whatever it was that happened between the two of you.

You're a completely different person than you were.

Can you please just leave it alone?

All I'm saying is real friends are hard to come by.

And it was really good for you when Gemma was around.

I'd be more than happy to help out

with any personal stuff Sky might need.

I don't want that.

You need to stay hydrated.

Will you just stop?

Okay.

No, sorry, not you.

Come in.

Hi Darius.

I wanted to say hi to my favorite rock star.

I get up and hug you, but I'm trapped.

I'll come to you.

Look at you.

Hey Darius.

Hey man.

Starting to get exciting around here.

Oh my God, I am so excited.

I have a little favor to ask of you.

Sure.

Tomorrow night there's a fundraising

dinner for Music Aspires Hope.

It's the foundation for underprivileged youth.

Interscope Records has done a lot

of work with the foundation.

I know this is super last minute,

but I was hoping you'd be willing

to be a special presenter.

I know you've got a lot on your plate,

but there's no arrival carpet, no press,

none of that annoying stuff.

It's purely about the kids.

Your remarks will be pre-written.

All you have to do is smile and read from the teleprompter.

How could I say no?

Number three.

Let's start with the 70.

(muffled talking)

All right, Sky.

Loving this.

Can you give me more?

Even more.

More.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(keyboard clacking)

(sighing)

(inhaling)

(exhaling)

(inhaling) (beeping)

(eerie music)

(keyboard clacking)

(eerie music)

(gasping)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(screaming)

(gasping)

(eerie music)

Hi, man.

Come on.

You're shitting, you're shitting.

(sighing)

(door slams)

Jesus!

Can you knock?

We were knocking, you weren't answering.

Why were you screaming?

I saw a spider.

Sorry, there's a spider in here.

Tanya says there's some wardrobe issue

that you needed me to look at.

Yeah, I'm not wearing this one.

I love it.

What's wrong with it?

Can you show her, please?

The lighting's gonna show right through this on stage.

And?

I'm not trying to show everyone how fucking disgusting.

I think you're overreacting a little bit.

Yeah, Scott, you know what?

I think your scar is badass.

It is badass. Seriously.

I mean, this is honestly one of your best looks.

I'm not wearing it.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbling)

(upbeat music)

There you go.

Thank you, thank you.

All right, let's grab that photo, yeah?

What?

Could we do matching poses?

Of course, what are you thinking?

Um, like, okay.

(upbeat music)

Twinsies, super cute, thank you.

Thanks for coming out.

Who's next?

Too much for one heart got me through

literally the worst breakup of my life.

I feel like you're my spirit animal and,

oh my gosh, can I give you a hug?

Oh my gosh, yes.

Scott, you gotta check out my SoundCloud.

Like, who does your production?

All right, dog, let's grab that photo now.

Nice.

Oh, can we do one more vertical?

Doctor, I need a new brain

Oh my God, that was amazing.

Could you sign for Alfredo?

Love,

Skye.

Yeah.

(upbeat music)

Here we go.

All right, let's take that photo.

I'm a really big fan.

No, thanks for coming out.

I can see your sat on the inside.

Sorry, what?

I could make you happy.

We would be so happy to get there.

Okay, thank you, got it?

And you're so beautiful,

you have the most amazing skin.

Dude, get the fuck out.

I love you, I love you, Skye, Skye, Skye, Skye,

I love you.

Hey folks, just give us like one quick sec.

You okay?

(sighs)

Can you take a break?

You sure?

Let's just get through this.

Skye, everything great?

Yeah, fine.

All right, who's next?

(phone ringing)

Hi, what's your name?

It's a pretty cool shirt you got,

you want me to sign it?

(soft music)

Okay, how about a photo?

Yeah, that's so sweet.

All right, one, two, cheese.

All right, now that's a good one.

(soft music)

(ominous music)

(phone ringing)

It's Gemma, leave it.

(phone ringing)

Hi, hi, it's me.

I was just thinking about you and how much,

how much I want to apologize about everything.

Anyway, I don't know if you want to talk to me.

Will you call me, please?

I miss you.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Hey.

How have you been?

Pretty good, I guess.

Surprised to hear from you.

I know, sorry I just called out of the blue.

That's okay, it's cool.

Actually, I kind of feel

really overwhelmed at the moment.

I know it's not, I know it's not your problem

and it's probably really shitty of me to even be calling you

but I don't really have anyone I can talk to right now.

What's going on?

Any chance you'd want to come over?

Well, like right now?

Yeah, unless you're busy or something.

No, I, yeah, no, I can come over, yeah, give me like 45.

Perfect.

Okay, cool, see you soon.

See you then, bye.

(sighing)

(door slamming)

(water dripping)

(sighing)

(sighing)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(somber piano music)

I'm just scared

(sighing)

(somber piano music)

(somber piano music)

I got thick skin but I'm all

Made up of broken bars

Got a body but it's borrowed

With a shadow for a heart

Is this how my story's told

I get hurt and

(glass clattering)

(footsteps)

Hello?

(sighing)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(door creaking) (door knocking)

(door creaking)

(somber piano music)

(crying)

(crying)

(somber piano music)

(crying)

(crying)

(eerie music)

And I

(crying)

(door clicking)

(dramatic music)

(panting)

(screaming)

Jesus, fuck!

What is happening right now?

Shh, shh.

Is someone else here?

(eerie music)

Skye, what's going on?

(eerie music)

What the fuck?

Right, so I'm confused.

Oh, hi, choo choo.

How did you get here so fast?

Wait, why, what do you mean?

You called me like an hour ago.

An hour?

Whoa.

How you doing, Skye?

I, um, didn't sleep last night,

and I think I had some sort of crazy,

lucid nightmare fever dream,

and it scared the,

it scared the crap out of me.

Thirsty?

This therapist from my recovery program,

she suggested that anytime I feel overwhelmed

by the urge to use or get drunk,

that I should stop whatever I'm doing

and drink a full glass of water.

It's supposed to be some sort of form of acknowledgement

for what I can and can't control.

Well, it's good to see you.

Jesus, Gemma.

I'm so sorry.

I was a ginormous fucking asshole.

I know you such a huge apology.

You really do.

I don't know why it's taken you like a year to tell me that.

I know, I'm sorry.

I, I did want to call sooner.

I just didn't know if you would forgive me

or if you like hated me

and never wanted to hear from me again.

Apology accepted.

Oh, God.

Fucking love you.

You know that, right?

Seriously, am I right or die?

Okay, okay.

Before we start like sucking each other's dicks,

what's going on?

Why are you being so weird?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Such a mess.

This time, Master, are we talking?

No.

Something really bad happened.

You remember Lewis Vergoli?

Lewis Vergoli from high school?

He died in front of me yesterday.

What?

I went to his apartment to buy Vicodin from him.

Sky, what the fuck?

Just for pain, I swear.

Gemma, I haven't touched alcohol or coke in a year.

I promise, but my back is still fucked

since I have a history of substance abuse.

No one will prescribe me anything stronger than Tylenol.

You think that maybe there's like a reason for that?

Well, I don't know what else to do.

Everyone's counting on me.

Okay, just wait.

All right, go back.

What happened to Lewis?

When I showed up, there was something off about him.

He was scared of something.

He started freaking out and screaming,

like screaming, screaming,

and then he grabbed this metal gym way

from a bench press.

He like just smashed his whole face in with it.

What?

Ew, oh my God, what?

I don't know what to do.

I just freaking ran out and Gemma, I just left him there.

Does anyone else know about this?

No.

Should I tell the police?

No, Sky, no, listen to me.

If anyone connects you to a drug dealer's death,

the story will take over your entire life

and fuck up everything.

It's not your fault.

I keep seeing his face everywhere.

She feels fucked up.

Yeah, no wonder, I can't imagine.

How scary that must've been.

Oh God, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry I'm laying all of this on you.

I just, no, I just don't really have anyone to talk to.

You want me to spend the night?

Really, would you?

Me and Marty here.

Oh God, I missed you, but I didn't.

(ominous music)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(gasping)

(sighing)

(sighing)

I hear you okay.

Yeah.

(sighing)

Gemma, I'm so sorry about everything.

I know, it's okay, I heard he forgave you.

(somber music)

(gasping)

I don't know why I destroy everything.

I feel like my brain is...

This really fucked up place,

full of all this chaos and noise,

and I'm trapped there, all alone,

in this darkness, and I just wanna quiet the noise,

but I don't know how.

So because you're a horrible person,

what did you say?

Gemma?

(gasping)

Gemma?

(crying)

(ominous music)

Oh hey, you're up.

(ominous music)

What the fuck is happening?

What do you mean, I made matcha?

Matcha, wait.

Wait, it's morning?

What time is it?

Fuck, fuck, I'm so late, why didn't you wake me?

I'm sorry, I didn't know, I don't have your schedule.

My mom's gonna fucking kill me.

Shit.

Can I help you or something?

Will you come on tour?

What?

Come in a rehearsal with me today.

I can't, I have a friend's thing later on.

What?

What friend, do you have to go?

Well yeah, I made a commitment.

Well then can you start tomorrow?

I mean, I don't know, I sort of feel like this is like

a thing we should have a conversation about first.

Are you kidding me?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

There are a hundred people waiting for just you.

I know, I know.

Okay.

Hey Elizabeth.

Thought we said 830.

I'm so sorry, it's my fault, but I'm ready, I'm ready.

Let's do this, I'm sorry everyone.

Here, don't start, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

(humming)

(screaming)

I need some water for my daughter, for my daughter.

I need some water, I need some water.

I need a waiter with some water,

I need a waiter with some water.

(sniffing)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

I got a secret to tell you

I think you already know

(humming)

There's something wrong with me

Bet you can see it's starting to show

(humming)

I'm feeling different in my skin

I feel like something is changing

(humming)

Is it just me or are the colors melting

Nothing to paint

Might be a tragedy

Death stitch right in front of me

Am I a future disaster

This waiting, it happened

This waiting, it happened

Light, blood and white

But the sea is shaking out of my way

I'm holding glass in my head and it could break

Nothing so physical

Maybe a cynical disaster

Waiting, it happened

Light, blood and white

Sittin'

Oh

It's like the switch of an engine

I think I broke all the brakes

Am I defective

Cause I'm dying to make stupid mistakes

Oh, might be a tragedy

(gun fires)

(screams)

Fuck!

God.

Oh my God!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck, fuck!

(screams)

Fuck!

Oh God!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You okay?

My leg!

What happened?

What's wrong?

(beeping)

Who was that?

One of you was out of place and knocked me over.

Who was it?

Sky, I don't think that's what happened.

Do not tell me what I just experienced, Anton!

I'm not.

I'm just saying that from where I was watching,

I didn't see anyone out of place.

(ominous music)

Sky!

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

Yeah.

(ominous music) (gun fires)

(sniffles)

(phone rings)

(ominous music)

(sniffles)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(gun fires)

(grunts)

What happened?

Where's Joshua?

Christ, what did you do?

Hey, everything okay?

Can I get you anything?

What the fuck is your problem, man?

Sorry, what?

Are you fucking with me?

I have no idea what you're talking about, I swear.

He trashed my dressing room!

What?

No, I didn't!

I fucking saw you, Joshua!

Sky, I, Sky, I would never, ever do something

like that to you, okay?

Come on, what reason would I have?

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you, Joshua, fuck you!

All right, that's enough.

Mom, you need to believe me.

He did this!

He fucking did this!

To cool off.

You're not actually taking his side!

I am on your side, okay?

Always.

But Joshua has been with me the entire day.

What?

What are you even talking about?

Look, I don't even care what happened in here.

We'll get it fixed.

I just, I need you to tell me the truth.

I'm gonna ask you something,

and I want you to be honest with me.

Sky, are you using again?

What?

Nobody has to know.

You just have to tell me the truth.

Oh my God, no, I am not using again, Mom.

You want me to take a drug test?

Okay, I believe you.

What's going on?

I don't know, I don't know.

I just, fuck, I feel crazy all the time.

Everything's going wrong.

Nobody will fucking listen to me.

And everyone fucking hates me.

Come on, do you hear yourself?

Everybody loves you.

We're all here for you.

We're here because we believe in you.

We believe in this tour.

I think doing this tour was a huge mistake.

It's too much.

I'm not ready for it.

Okay, you know what?

We're gonna look at the book tonight,

look at the dates, carve out some time

for you to decompress before opening.

But right now, you need to pull it together

and get back out there, okay?

Because we need to be on time

for Darius's foundation event.

Fuck, no, Mom, please don't make me do that.

No.

I can't get out on stage

in front of a bunch of people tonight.

Skye.

Mom, you're not, fuck, you're not listening to me.

I am not in the head space to put in a fucking dress

and play dancing monkey

in front of a room full of strangers.

Darius is counting on you to be there, okay?

You gave him your word.

You are a woman who keeps her word.

You are not gonna cancel on a commitment

to underprivileged youth right before launching a tour.

(sighing)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Music inspires hope, was founded on the idea

that no dream could be true.

With the help we've enforced, everyone in this group,

and from all of us across the country,

the foundation has been able to reach more families this year

than ever before.

Thanks to you, more and more children every day

are able to make their wildest dreams a reality.

And now, without further ado, it is my great pleasure

to introduce our wonderful, strong artist,

ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together

for Skye Riley.

(audience applauding)

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Skye Riley, and I'm here tonight to...

I'm here tonight to...

(clears throat)

So, how's everyone doing tonight?

Hope you're all enjoying the party.

Don't worry though, I'm sober, so.

(audience chuckling)

What can I say about how music inspires hope?

Well, music gave me everything I ever wanted.

Then again, music did almost kill me, so there's that.

I guess that's not fair.

Music didn't put all those drugs up my nose, I did.

(audience chattering)

I think I'm supposed to be up here

offering words of inspiration and advice.

Well, when I think about what I wish someone

would have told me when I was younger

and first getting started, I suppose I'd say,

this business is really hard.

And you'll spend years of your life chasing success,

thinking that when it comes, it will magically fix

everything that's bad and wrong about you.

And then you achieve success and you realize

that it can't fix the deeply broken person

that you have always been.

And now you can't escape the miserable thing

that you've become, and one day you realize

how badly you wish you could just trade it all

just for one fucking moment of happiness.

Oh, sorry about that.

What I meant to say is I hope the next generation

of young artists finds themselves truly inspired tonight.

I know I sure am.

And without any further ado, I'd like to introduce

our next guest, a very special person

who surely needs no introduction, Paul Hudson.

(audience chattering) Why does it say that?

That's not, this, no, why did,

that's, why did,

that's, that's.

(ominous music)

No, no, stay away from me.

Stay away from me.

Paul's dead, you're not.

Paul, stop smiling at me.

No, no.

I can't hold it.

(groaning)

(panting)

(gasping)

(screaming)

(audience chattering)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(panting)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(panting)

(ominous music)

(panting)

(ominous music)

(panting)

(panting)

Okay, okay, okay.

(panting)

(panting)

(panting)

Lucy.

It just stares at me, smiling.

(screaming)

(panting)

No.

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(audience chattering)

(ominous music)

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

What are you doing?

Sending a photo of you to my friend

in case you're some kind of creep.

What, I'm not a creep.

Well, that's whatever a creep says.

(audience chattering)

Look, I realize you're super famous

and I invaded your privacy.

I apologize.

This is also very weird for me.

How do you know Louis?

I don't, I didn't.

I was trying to contact Louis to warn him,

track down his address and went to his apartment.

The front door was unlocked and he was already dead inside.

I checked his phone and you were the last person

he texted with.

What were you trying to warn him about?

Look, I'm aware that what I'm about to say

is going to sound completely insane,

but Louis didn't kill himself.

He was systematically infected, possessed,

and then murdered by some kind of metaphysical being.

What the fuck are you talking about?

If it helps, you might call it a spirit or a demon.

Maybe, I have no clue what this thing is,

but it disguises itself to look like people,

like smiling people, but only the person

that's been infected by it can see it.

That's not real.

That's some supernatural bullshit.

But you've seen it, haven't you?

That's why you're still sitting here.

I don't know, I don't know what's happening.

I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind.

That's precisely what this thing does to you.

It's what it did to Louis while it was latched onto him.

It's like a parasite that infects a host through their mind.

In less than a week, it drives the host insane.

It's like it feeds off all the bad shit in her head,

and then once it's done feeding,

it forces the host to kill themselves

in front of a witness,

and then that witness becomes the new host.

That's how you got it from Louis.

Before that, it was passed to Louis by a cop in Jersey.

That cop was the first one I tried to contact,

but I guess he went off the grid.

The cop caught it from some doctor who got it from a patient,

who got it from a college professor,

and the chain keeps going back.

I've documented all of this.

I can show you, right? Why did you even know

all of this? Because it killed my brother.

My brother was a host.

Eight people before you.

He tried to tell me what was happening to him,

but he made it hard to trust him,

and the stuff he was saying sounded certifiably crazy.

He begged me for help, but I didn't listen.

And then a few days later,

I got a call informing me that he tore his own jaw off

with a crowbar.

(gunshot) Have you gone to the police?

And say what?

My brother's suicide was actually caused

by some cosmic evil beam that no one else can see.

The police can't stop this thing anyway.

Aren't you supposed to wait until this thing kills me?

No, I want you to help me destroy it.

How?

From what I can tell, the chain stops

when an infected host dies in some other way

outside of the beam's control.

My guess is that just like other parasites,

without a living host,

it has no way to survive.

It ceases to exist.

So it only stops if I die before it kills me?

Exactly. We need to kill you first.

What?

Only technically.

Look, there are ways that we can very safely stop your heart.

That'll deprive it of a living host.

Once it goes, I can resuscitate your heart and bring you back.

You're out of your fucking mind.

I know. It seems extreme.

Extreme? You're asking to kill me.

Whoa, hey, just keep it down.

I don't even know. I don't even know.

My name's Morris. I'm an ER nurse.

And if we don't do this, it's gonna kill you

like you killed Lewis and infect another victim.

Look, I've already got everything prepared.

We should just go right now and get rid of this thing tonight.

I can do this.

You're nearly out of time.

This thing's been feeding on you for three days already.

It's already taking control of your brain,

and pretty soon you won't even realise

the way this is manipulating you,

and then it'll be too late to stop it.

We have to go right now.

Skye, does that sky ryley?

Holy shit, dude. That sky?

Oh, that sky ryley!

Would you do a quick TikTok with us?

No, right? You should do this, Skye.

I watched that video.

We knocked down that old lady like 50 times.

That shoe was so fucking funny.

(all cheering)

Skye!

(all cheering)

(door creaking)

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(door creaking)

(door creaking)

(door slamming)

(heavy breathing)

(heavy breathing)

(door creaking) (heavy breathing)

(heavy breathing)

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

(door creaking) (door creaking)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music) (dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(door creaking)

(door creaking) (door creaking)

(footsteps) (footsteps) (footsteps) (footsteps)

(footsteps) (footsteps)

(heavy breathing)

(screams)

Fuck!

(footsteps)

(footsteps)

(footsteps)

(screams)

(footsteps) (heavy breathing)

(heavy breathing)

Fuck! ( ideas falling )

( screams of pain )

(diabolic ampersands Itsome changes with slow, solemn, long pants)

(ropic breathe of a felled Composer)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(screaming)

(beeping)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

(glass breaking)

(growling)

(screaming)

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

(glass breaking)

(grunting)

No!

(glass breaking)

(grunting)

(screaming)

No!

(screaming) (grunting)

(screaming)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(sniffling)

What?

What?

What?

What?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Are you crying right now?

I'm crying.

Are you crying?

Hmm?

Huh?

Hey, hey, I'm fucking talking to you!

Are you fucking kidding me?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, Paul.

Why don't you tell me since I can't do anything right?

Jesus Christ!

I swear, I swear, fucking God, you are so--

What, what?

What, I'm so, I'm so fucking what?

Say it, say it, what am I?

Tell me, I am so fucking--

Huh?

You're fucking psycho!

Oh, yay!

Yeah!

Psycho!

It's out of the bag!

You're fucking crazy!

I'm so you crazy!

Oh, yeah!

You wanna fucking be crazy?

Yeah, yeah, stop it!

Fucking crazy!

Stop it, what are you doing?

Paul, that fucked you!

Stop, stop it!

Is it crazy?

Yes, that is crazy!

You fucking psycho!

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fucking drive.

Fucking hate you!

Good, good!

Because I fucking hate you too.

I fucking...

You crazy bitch.

(laughing)

You psycho bitch!

(laughing)

Are you gonna cry?

Are you gonna cry now?

Is that your name?

Oh, God!

Oh, you look so fucking ugly when you cry.

It's horrible, I can't...

I can't fuck it.

(crying)

Oh, help me, God!

(crying)

(screaming)

What the fuck are you doing?

What are you doing?

(screaming)

Oh, my God!

(crying)

It's okay, it's okay.

Everything's fine.

Hey, hey.

You're okay.

You have a mild concussion.

Where am I, where am I?

Harvest Moon, it's a private wellness clinic.

You fainted and hit your head.

We found you lying on your living room,

floor unconscious.

The doctor said you were sleep deprived

and extremely dehydrated.

No, no, that's just not...

That's not what happened.

Sasha, could you go find Dr. Fowler

and let him know Sky's awake?

Of course, yeah.

I hope you're feeling better, Sky.

I brought a sweatshirt for you,

just in case you get cold.

(sighing)

We can cover that with makeup,

and the team's already working on a fill piece

for your hair.

Don't worry, you won't be able to tell the difference.

And I've cleared your schedule,

so today you can just have a whole day

of rest and recuperation.

Where's my phone?

Where's my phone?

I need my phone.

It's right here.

I got it.

I need it, give it to me.

Maybe later.

Right now we're just gonna focus on relaxing.

Please, please.

Something really crazy is happening to me.

I need to get out of here right now.

No, we are gonna stay here together

until we head to the venue tomorrow for the pre-show.

That way we can make sure you're 100%

and ready to perform.

No, no, I can't, I--

Can't what?

I can't do the show.

If you cancel the show,

then you will be checking yourself

into a recovery program.

That's the only explanation as to why Sky Riley

is canceling another tour the night before it starts.

You will have to explain to the label

who've invested millions of dollars.

Mom, you're putting the work there.

Mom, you don't understand.

No, you don't understand, Sky.

There are no more second chances.

If you cancel, this is it.

The media will rake you over the calls.

We'll be sued by the label for millions.

It will be the end of everything we've built.

Oh my God.

Why is that all you care about, Mom?

You treat me like I'm some fucking wind-up toy.

You don't give a shit about me

other than the business.

I bring in--

You arrogant little asshole.

I have given up everything for you.

Every second of my time.

Years of my life, my career,

and here I am sacrificing every fiber of my being

to support you.

You're too selfish to even see it.

You put everyone through absolute hell

and still we support you.

But you want to go and throw it away?

Fine.

Do it.

Throw it away.

I don't care.

That's what everyone expects of you anyway.

I wish you could feel what it's like

having to live inside my head.

I've tasted what's inside your head.

No, no, please, no.

Please, no.

No.

No, no.

No!

(glass shattering)

(screaming)

No, no, no.

(screaming)

What are you doing to your poor mother?

No, no, no.

No.

(glass shattering)

(glass shattering)

(crying)

(eerie music)

(glass shattering)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gagging)

(gasping)

No, no, it's not real.

It's not real, it's not real.

It's not real.

No, no.

(glass shattering)

No!

(glass shattering)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(knocking)

It's Joshua.

(footsteps)

(gasping)

I need a second.

I'm changing.

Sorry.

You know what?

I'll wait out here.

Also, the doctor said he's gonna come and see you

in a few minutes.

Actually, I feel kind of thirsty.

You think you should go find me something to drink?

Oh, I brought some bottles of water,

put them in the little refrigerator.

I feel like soda.

Could you get me a soda, please?

Sure, yeah, no problem.

What kind?

Any kind, just surprise me.

You got it.

You know what?

I'll be right back with one surprising soda.

(gasping)

(gasping)

(door slamming)

(gasping)

(gasping)

Fuck.

Fuck.

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(crying)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(crying)

Sky?

Are you, oh my God, is that blood?

No.

Hey, we need a doctor over here.

Yeah, can we please get some help?

Somebody please come help us.

Fuck off, she had an accident or something.

Are you hurt?

We need a doctor or something.

Oh my God, Sky.

Hey, this is Dr. Rosales,

I need to send somebody down to the lobby immediately.

No, no, no, no, easy, I got you, I got you.

Get away from me!

Oh, shit!

Hey, just take it easy.

(gunshot)

Oh my God, get the fuck away from me!

(crying)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sky?

Sky, what are you doing?

Think about the tour.

Fuck, the tour!

(gunshot)

Man, what the fuck?

Jeez.

That's guy riding.

Looks like a fucking wheel.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Stop!

Fuck!

Oh, God.

Sky?

What are you doing out here?

Jenna, what are you doing here?

Your mom told me, are you bleeding?

In your car, here.

Why is no of your mom driving from me?

Why? Where is she?

Why don't you just drive me up over there?

What's going on?

What happened?

Sky.

Where are you, fuck?

Hey, get out, I need your car!

Miss Riley, what?

Shut the fuck up!

I'm fucking out of here!

She got a gun, she got a gun!

The fuck are you doing?

Jenna, I love you, but if I don't leave right now,

I'm gonna fucking die!

Fuck it, I'm coming with you, move over!

No, Jenna, no!

You gotta drive, move over!

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

Dude, where are we going?

What am I doing, where am I going?

Where am I going, Sky?

I don't know, just keep driving.

No, I need you to explain what the hell is going on.

I need to get to Staten Island.

What, gross, why?

Oh shit.

(screaming)

Jesus Christ, you didn't go to a hospital!

No, I need to go to Staten Island!

What the fuck is going on?

Why are we going to Staten Island?

(grunting)

Sky?

Jenna, pull over.

What, you just told me to go to Staten Island?

Jenna, just fucking pull over, please!

All I've ever done is make your life hell.

I don't deserve you, so please just pull over

and get away from me so I don't fuck up your life too.

(breathing heavily)

Now fuck that noise.

Ride or die, bitch!

I need to tell you something.

What?

(phone ringing)

Sky.

(phone ringing)

Huh?

Hey, it's me.

I got your voicemail, sorry, it's taking me a few days

to get back to you, but honestly, I wasn't even sure

if I was gonna call you back.

Did you spend the night at my place?

What?

I haven't been to your place in like a year.

Since you said I was a stupid opportunistic cunt, remember?

Also, what's up with these weird-ass fucking text messages

you've been sending me?

Hello?

No!

Jenna hates you, Sky.

No, please, please, Jenna, no, please, Jenna, no.

I'm here, please.

Please.

No, no, no, no, no, fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you, fuck you!

(crying)

Tell me to fuck up.

Let me go!

No one cares about you.

This is gonna happen to you.

You're not driving, you're not driving.

You're not driving, stop.

You're in my head, you're in my head.

You're in my head, you're in my head!

You're in my head!

You're in my head!

You're not in control, I am!

You're not in control, I am!

I'm in control, I'm in control, I am...

I'm in control, I am in control, I'm in control...

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

(breathing heavily)

I'm in control.

(screaming)

Fuck you!

Why'd you fucking cry?

(dramatic music)

(car horn honking)

Jesus Christ!

Christ, are you okay?

Where are your shoes?

Shut up, here, take this.

Why are you having--

Just take it!

Hey, if this theory of yours doesn't work,

or you see me change and start smiling,

shoot me in the--

Whoa, hold on!

Hey, you need to stop it, no matter what.

We're going to.

Promise! All right!

All right, I promise I'll shoot you.

How do we stop my heart?

(door slamming) Sorry, I haven't done anything about the lights.

Is this a pizza hut?

It's the only thing I could find for lease on short notice

that had a large enough freezer.

Why do we need to freeze him?

For your brain.

Fuck.

Once we stop your heart,

your brain stops receiving oxygen.

Normally, necrosis sets in immediately.

You'd have two minutes, maybe,

before permanent brain damage occurs.

But if we bring your body temperature down far enough,

we can delay the process,

giving us up to nine minutes before permanent damage.

We need to make sure this thing isn't able to hang around.

And I like our odds with nine minutes better than two.

(door slamming)

(eerie music)

Freezer door latch is broken.

If it closes all the way, it can't be opened from the inside.

(phone buzzing)

Here, change into this.

Jesus, that's a lot of blood.

Are the cops gonna be looking for you?

I don't know.

Let's just do this.

Once your body temperature drops low enough,

I will inject you with a drug that will cause your heart

to start slowing down until it stops.

How long will it take?

It's critical you reach flatline as fast as possible.

So I'll need to inject it directly into your internal jugular.

After 30 seconds, you'll be dead.

Wait, wait, wait.

Jacob, look at my neck.

I see the needle.

(door slamming)

What the fuck, man?

I know, sorry.

Lie down here.

(sniffing)

(breathing heavily)

Oh my God, I'm so fucking cold.

Oh, that's the idea.

I'll be monitoring your heart rate.

The moment you flatline,

I'll start a timer for eight minutes.

Once the timer's up,

I will inject a dose of adrenaline into your heart

and start CPR resuscitation.

I can't believe I might die in the freezer

with a fucking pizza.

I promise I'm gonna bring you back.

Morris, I'm sorry about your brother.

I know the story you're doing this.

Thank you for helping me.

Can I ask, what made you change your mind?

Every good thing in my life ends up broken because of me.

I hurt everything and everyone I touch.

It doesn't matter what happens to me anymore.

But I've not let this fucking thing use me

to hurt anyone else.

Put this in your mouth.

Don't move.

You just have to get something.

I'm hurt, where are you going?

(doorbell ringing) (dramatic music)

Morris?

(crying)

(crying)

Hey, don't leave me alone here.

Morris.

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

No!

(crying)

(gun firing)

(crying)

I've been waiting for you for such a long time.

Morris, Morris, what's that?

Morris, can't help you anymore.

It's just you and me.

I like wearing your skin.

(gun firing)

You can't get away from me, Skye.

(crying)

(crying)

(screaming)

You'll never escape who you truly are on the inside.

(crying)

You got me!

(screaming)

(crying)

(crowd cheering)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying) (crying)

Fuck you.

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying) (crying)

This isn't real, Skye.

(crying)

(crying)

You're not in control, Skye.

(crying)

I am.

(crying)

Break a leg out there.

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

No!

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

Skye!

Skye!

(crying)

(crying) (crying)

I'm dead.

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

What the?

(crying)

(crying) (crying)

(crying) (crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(crying)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(screaming)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Knocked out, love will be the death of me

I'm not scared to go on a good road

Knocked out, love will be the death of me

I'm not scared