This Is Your Death Page #7

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Hey, where's Elliot?

He was transferred to

palliative last night.

What?

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Oh, no.

What are you doing here?

No, no, oh, no.

No. You get out.

- Please, can I just say goodbye?

- No.

No, you cannot. I told them

to keep you away from him.

Don't you think you have

done enough to screw up

the last few weeks

of my son's life?

He is 11 years old,

for God's sake.

You had him talking

about nothing but death.

That wasn't me, I promise you. I

tried to stop him from watching--

F*** you! F*** you,

you Satanist b*tch!

You brainwashed my son!

- Please...

- You stole his innocence.

I love your son. I just want

to say goodbye to him--

Get out! You get out!

You get out!

Get her out of here before I do!

I'm sorry.

Mr. Curtis?

I spoke to a friend and he told me

you were a man who gets things done.

I know you.

Mr. Washington, right?

Yeah, you used to live

a few blocks away from here.

Pretty wife, good job, a kid.

Two now.

No job.

You don't want

to be messing with me.

No, no, no.

I don't want drugs.

I hear that you loan money

to people in need sometimes.

Not to people like you.

Look, it's just a few thou.

I'll pay you back, man.

I promise.

And what happens if you don't?

The streets ain't

for you no more.

Drive.

You're an abomination!

Life is a gift!

This is not the American way!

Stop this madness!

This is so wrong!

I'm here at the scene of

auditions for This Is Your Death.

There's a $1,000,000 prize.

But however,

there are also allegations of faking

a death on a previous episode.

We're hoping to find out

more today.

As you know, we're running these

auditions throughout the country today,

so there's no guarantee that

any of you will be selected.

Our casting criteria

changes show by show,

so all you need to do

is be yourselves

and prove your willingness to go

through with your suicide on stage.

Now, we're gonna set you up

with one of our psychiatrists

who are gonna run you through

some questions. Cool?

Gentlemen, the FBI can ask

questions all day long,

but neither Sylvia nor Adam

nor any of the crew

are gonna talk until charges,

if any, are pressed.

Are we clear?

You'll be hearing from us.

Thank you, guys.

What the f*** was that?!

Well, this is awkward.

Adam, can I talk to you?

Uh, no. I'm late for my New

York Standard interview.

I know that you lied to me

about that woman in the car.

I lied to you?

Uh, no, I didn't.

She died on stage.

The car cameras were

still rolling.

I saw the tape.

I know that you killed her.

Yet you didn't report me, which

makes you an accomplice.

Jesus.

What happened to you?

I built this show, Sylvia.

And I'm not gonna let it die

because some p*ssy

had second thoughts.

Now...

Did you delete the footage?

Of course.

Good. Good.

Adam, call for you on two.

- Take a message.

- It's your sister.

Then definitely take a message.

It sounds bad, man.

Karina, what is it?

Do you remember when

we were kids

and you

pretended to be a monster?

What?

One minute you were

my big brother.

You were my hero.

And then you--

You were possessed

and I was so scared.

I was so scared...

and I cried and cried and cried.

Okay, Karina.

Karina, I have to get to an

interview right now, okay?

I'll talk to you later.

I got fired today.

- What?

- Don't be mad.

What-- what'd you do?

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

I just wanted to relax.

You're high right now, aren't you?

Goddammit. Sis,

those kids needed you!

You needed them.

The kids didn't need me.

I was the stupid sister

of a satanic TV host.

- That's you. You're satanic.

- Okay.

Okay, sober up.

Call your sponsor,

and then your therapist,

and then we'll talk

about this together,

after the finale, all right?

Yeah.

Dammit!

Perfect.

Uh, I'm not sure

we can do this on stage.

One sec.

Yeah, I need to talk to Sylvia.

Hi, Zach.

He wants to what?

Adam, we need to talk

about the season finale.

It can wait.

Uh, no, it can't wait because

it is the season finale.

- Adam!

- Sylvia, it can wait.

No, it can't. We are about

to interview call-backs

and I need your input.

I'm sorry, what's your title again?

It's producer, right?

So why don't you

f***ing produce?

You know where we stand

in the ratings,

you know what we need

to do, now get it done.

- L'chaim.

- Wh--

What?

It's-- it's what the

Jewish kids say at school.

It means "to life".

I like it.

- L'chaim, then.

- L'chaim.

Mmm!

Just a sip now, Derrick.

I'm cool, ma.

I'm cool.

Daddy, what's your job?

Go on, explain it to her, honey.

Yeah, I'm junior head of sales

for Southern California

Whirlpool.

- Doesn't that sound so good?

- Yeah.

It's gonna be just like

the good old days.

Except even better.

Excuse me a minute.

Hey. Uh, Adam's gone.

That's okay, I wanted

to talk to you.

Oh, okay.

What's up?

I've made a decision

and I need your help.

But I need you to promise

this stays between us.

I'm sorry I was so hard on you.

I knew you were trying your best

while I was just

working part time.

Oh, please. Please.

You were just raising

a beautiful family.

You're doing a great job

with these children.

You know that's more important

than any job out there.

I mean it.

Eve, come here.

They're in here.

Ta-da!

Is this like an all-expenses

paid business trip, pops?

Yes, sir.

I gotta go get trained up.

I gotta catch up on

the new technologies.

Now, you, um...

you listen to your mother

while I'm gone, all right?

And you both work hard,

especially you.

- You hear?

- We hear.

Hey, Dad.

I forgot to tell you, the 17th

president of the United States was,

um, Andrew Johnson.

That's right, son.

Good job.

Hey, guys, start rolling.

Mr. Washington, hi.

I'm Sylvia.

I'm the show's producer.

Pleased to meet you,

Miss Sylvia.

Are you ready?

You know, I'd be lying

if I said yes.

I know what I gotta do.

Let's take a walk.

You're from L.A.,

right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I grew up a few

blocks from here, actually.

Oh.

I used to play on

these tracks as kids.

Two and three I want you

bouncing off each other.

One on cue,

stay right under the jib.

FBI.

We have a warrant to obtain

footage immediately.

We're on air in 30 minutes.

Can this wait until

after the show?

I'm afraid not.

We need all camera feeds

from episode 119.

That's five terabytes.

You're talking about

at least two hours.

There's a waiting area

in the hallway.

Why don't you gentlemen make

yourselves comfortable over there?

Thank you so much.

Appreciate it.

What the f*** was that

about, Ilana?

That was the car

exhaust episode.

Don't worry about it.

We're fine.

...55, 54,

53...

Hurrah!

Let's make a change!

Hurrah!

Let's make a change!

Hurrah!

Let's make a change!

You still have time

to change your mind.

Chiro?

It's time.

And Mason, we're gonna

need you ready in 10.

Hello? Hello?

Honey, who is it?

I don't know,

I can't tell. Hello?

- Derrick, get the phone from your sister.

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