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All right?

Yeah. I have some friends

I could call.

[CHUCKLES]

KIRK:
There's a

shout From the back

Of a sold-out crowd

Turn that sh*t up

And play that song loud

There's a girl

Who's dying inside every night

Well, she don't look sad

And she don't look right

Yeah, you know

I ain't no killer

But this place

Makes me wanna kill

Yeah, you know

I ain't no killer

But this place

Makes me wanna kill

[CLAPPING]

[HOWLS]

Stevie Wonder's

in the house!

I thought this was supposed

to be a party,

but you're killing my buzz, man.

Jackie, can I talk to you

in the kitchen for a second?

Sure.

[]

[SIGHS]

[]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

Oh, hey, where you going?

I was gonna change

into my swimsuit.

Hey, I made you

my world-famous Old Fashioned.

- Oh, thanks.

- [CHUCKLES]

It's super tasty.

Do you want to...?

- You should try it.

- KIRK:
Where's Maple?

LUCY:
You know what?

Maple's looking for you.

She just went

down the hallway.

Okay.

Try it. It's so yummy.

I just made it.

- I'll be right back.

- Oh... Okay.

KIRK:

I don't know.

It's already turning

into kind of a weird night.

Then let's get weirder.

[CHUCKLES]

KIRK:

Okay. I'll, uh...

I'll try and find my suit.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

- Here we go.

- [GASPS]

Crazy.

[CHUCKLES]

- Actually, uh...

- Hm.

Do you party?

- MAPLE:
Do I party how?

- KIRK:
Uh...

- with blow?

- [GASPS]

Oh.

As a matter of fact, I do.

But...

I'm okay for now.

Maybe later?

A little pick-me-up.

Okay.

All right. I'm gonna change

in here. Don't look.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LINE RINGING]

- NOAH [OVER PHONE]: What's up?

- I can't.

What?

Starfoxy will be just fine.

We don't have to do this.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

What happens halfway

into recording the first record

when the label realizes

the three of you

can't write a hit song

to save your f***ing lives?

They want you

because of "Castles,"

and that's it.

Songs are the key here,

Byron,

and his demos are worth

a fortune in the right hands.

Do the others share your...

newfound sense of morality?

No, they're on board.

Everything's going

according to your plan.

[SIGHS]

Man up, Byron.

Man the f*** up.

This is what's best

for you.

And most importantly,

it's what's best for us.

Now...

can you do this?

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

LUCY:
We're leaving.

Now. Everyone out!

I gotta go. I love you.

I love you too.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

- Why is everyone leaving?

- Ask your friend Travis.

- Come on.

- Where is he?

In hell, for all I care.

Come on!

AMBER:

Let's go!

- LUCY:
Maple, hurry up!

- MAPLE:
Just... No...

LUCY:
No "wait," just

get out the door.

AMBER:

Let's go!

Oh, my God, I can...

- [DOOR SLAMS]

- Byron, what happened?

I don't know.

Seriously, dude,

what did you do?

I didn't do anything.

- Where's Travis?

- I don't know!

[CHUCKLES]

Bro, calm down.

Listen,

I know I'm gonna miss

nights like this.

You know, the four of us,

getting crazy,

getting sh*t-faced.

I mean, just promise me

that we'll still do this,

you know, like,

even after it's over, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Good.

Oh, f*** this.

[]

[GRUNTS]

Oh.

It's kicking in.

Good night.

And that's it.

I mean, that's everything.

I don't know how they died.

I don't know how anybody died.

I do.

See, I already had

the map key.

I just never had the map.

And now you and your friends

have drawn it for me.

Byron,

do you know who owns

3855 Guadalupe Way?

Donald and Mary Houlbrook.

Sweet couple,

live in Boston.

Own a chain

of greeting-card stores.

Spoke to them

this morning and...

well, they were very upset

to hear about what happened

in their home.

Apparently isn't

the first time, though.

Last year

during the festival,

someone was renting

their place

and smashed their mailbox

and pissed

all over the garage door.

Which is why

they installed security cameras.

Hm.

Hidden in the garden gnomes

by the front door.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

What's up

with these gnomes?

- Where'd you find this place?

- Airbnb.

I guess the couple lives

on the East Coast

and they only use it

in winter.

LUCY:

Who owns this house?

KIRK:

That would be Travis.

It's kind of our

weekend-getaway place

when our pad in the Hills

gets too stuffy.

- Yeah? That's nice.

- Cool.

- Hi.

- Hi. Forty-two fifty.

Hey, anybody ever tell you

you look...?

- I think she beat us here.

- Yeah, she always does.

- Awesome. I never do that.

- Yeah.

Let's go, what the hell

are we waiting for?

- Come on!

- Jesus Christ!

[LAUGHING]

Nice. I actually

like it when you yell.

AMBER:

Harsh, but I liked it.

- LUCY:
It was out of love.

- AMBER:
It was good.

Hey. Shh. Shut the f*** up.

Be quiet.

There go the witnesses

who saw the end of the party.

- Time to get to work.

- [ENGINE STARTS]

We're gonna get Rita,

help with the safe.

We'll take the canyon,

be back in a few.

I'll stay here,

hold things down.

Who cares about the safe?

AMBER:

We do. Call it a bonus.

The boys aren't

even out yet, so...

Hard to shoot heroin up

their veins if they're awake.

- Heh.

- We'll get the safe

- and it'll be fine.

- The safe isn't the priority.

The overdoses are.

If I wake up in the morning

and they're still alive,

we're all gonna be f***ed.

The situation is gonna be

f***ed. So we focus.

Focus?

[SCOFFS]

Last time I checked,

it was your husband

that was bankrolling

this tragic accident

to kick-start your solo career.

Wasn't you.

So why don't you

let us do our job?

You can go pop a bar,

get a little beauty sleep,

and let us handle it.

Understood?

Yeah.

Sure.

Go get Rita.

Do whatever it is

that you need to do.

MAPLE:

We will. Hey.

Where's the coke?

What?

The coke you switched

with Kirk's.

Where is it?

Noah said we could have it.

In my guitar case.

F***ing twat.

- Want some blow for the road?

- "Where's the coke?"

- [LAUGHING]

- See you in a second.

- I'll cut it up.

- We'll be in the car.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

- So, what happens now?

- FAIRBANKS:
They'll be placed

under arrest and charged

with involuntary manslaughter

and attempted murder.

- What about me?

- FAIRBANKS:
Well, I'm sure

we'll have some more questions

for you at some point.

But for now,

you're free to go.

Well, then...

I guess I've got a show

to get to.

[MAXIE DEAN'S "CASTLES"

PLAYING]

You're all I'm not

You're all I see

You're the last thing

That I breathe

Before I go to sleep

And I know you're simple

Underneath the skin

I push you out

I pull you in

It's a catastrophe

So don't build a castle

For me

'Cause I can't be trusted

With anything

Don't make instructions

For me

'Cause I don't take lessons

On anything

Ba-ba, ba-da-ba

Ba-ba-da

Ba-ba, ba-da-ba, ba-ba-da

Da-da

I give it back

I want it more

I call you up

Just to let you know

That I'm face down

On the floor

Don't build a castle

For me

Ba, da, da, da, da

'Cause I can't be trusted

With anything

Don't make instructions

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