03x05 - Cancer att*ck

[bunniefuu]

EARN (OVER RADIO): minutes
out, we're still focusing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

EARN: Can someone get me the drop count?

Okay. Good to go.

WOMAN (OVER RADIO): We've got %.

EARN: Copy that.

We're doing a runner.
Make sure Paper Boi...

EARN: And could you get rid
of all the ginger ale in there?

RUNNER: Why?

We asked for "ginger
beer," not "ginger ale."

Okay, I'm on it.

Eyes on Paper Boi?

Guys, eyes on Paper Boi?

n*gg*s. Man...

The hell is... Is that a map?

Uh, this is an original blueprint

of the building we're in.

There's about f-four... five rooms

that I think are not on file.

I smell adventure.

(LAUGHS) Yes.

n*gga, why you even... Never
mind, man. I ain't doing it.

Oh, man, they say this
place is, like, haunted.

There's a lot of creepy,
unexplained events.

Look, as long as it
ain't another Milwaukee,

man, I'm cool.

Mm. Are you talking about the raid?

I told you, man, that was a ghost I saw.

- n*gga, that was your reflection.
- Hey, man.

- Hey, what's going on?
- (SCOFFS)

Yo, Al, Al, you trying to hit
a strip club after the show?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Oh, no!
- A strip club? Hell no.

No more European strip
clubs, all right, man?

I heard that.

(BRITISH ACCENT): It's
pounds to get in,

and, uh, we don't have any titties.

(ALL LAUGHING)

DARIUS (BRITISH ACCENT):
Sprinkle me, milord.

ALFRED: Sprinkle me.

- Oh, please, make it rain all over me.
- Make it rain.

Look at me trying to
clap my ass together...

Make it rain.

But I can't find it, so... Is it hot?

Meet and greet.

The kid from the Dream Foundation.

(NORMAL VOICE): For
sure, man. All right.

(GRUNTS)

- Hey, what's going on, little man?
- Hello.

MOTHER: This is Marvy.

- What's that?
- Our evening plans.

(TYPING)

(SIGHS)

- (TYPING)
- (CELL PHONE WHOOSHES)

- Hi.
- One minute.

It's me again.

You're gonna be seeing a lot
of me. I'm gonna be in and out.

Yeah, I know, I know, I
just need to check, you know?

It's my job.

- Okay. You're good to go.
- Thanks.

Sorry, guys. Uh, where were we? Um...

Yeah, check the barricade,

no flash photography for
the first three songs.

I'm seeing a lot of
people walking around here;

make sure people can't
just walk in on him...

♪ Why these n*gg*s
talking f*ckin' sh*t? ♪

♪ I-I-I told 'em pipe down ♪

♪ I don't need no little bitch ♪

♪ I'll f*ck that
bitch named Doja Cat ♪

♪ Pull up in a Scat Pack
windows tinted all black ♪

♪ Bulletproof and all that ♪

♪ f*ck that. ♪

- (PHONE CAMERA CLICKING)
- (KNOCK AT DOOR)

ALFRED: Hold that up. Oh, there you go.

Hey, guys. Hope you enjoyed
your time with Paper Boi,

but, uh, he needs to
get ready for the show.

There's a man outside who'll
escort you to your seats.

ALFRED: (SIGHS) You want
to take this with you?

All right. There you go.

All right, y'all take it easy, man.

(CHUCKLES) All right.

(EXHALES)

- Show in .
- All right.

- Hey, you got my, um...
- Here you go.

Cool.

(SNIFFS) Oh, man, can you get me a...

Yeah, there's a ginger beer on stage.

It's right next to your water.
You were saying you were feeling

"musty" on the way over here,
that means you're dehydrated.

You should really drink
more water, but, yeah,

the ginger beer's there.

Okay.

Hey, man, how you been?

- Huh?
- ALFRED: How you been, man?

Oh.

Good, good.

- ALFRED: Yeah?
- Yeah.

Man, 'cause... (CHUCKLES)

you seem busy all the time, bruh.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

But busy's good, you know?

Yeah. Yep.

(VOICES OVER RADIO)

EARN: All right, guys.

Guys, I'm getting talkback
at the front of house.

Can you check the patch?

Turn the mic off.

(EXHALES)

- (OVERLAPPING CROWD CHATTER)
- (CHEERING)

(CHANTING): Paper Boi! Paper Boi!

- DARIUS: All right, give it up.
- ALFRED: All right, all right, all right.

Rap gods, for I am not
accustomed to prayer,

bear with me. I'd like to thank you

for every life that's here with me.

(BARKING)

- You shall bestow...
- Hell yeah.

- Alfred with the energy on to show.
- Yeah, man. Yeah!

- ALFRED: Let's go!
- DARIUS: All right, shake.

- (ALFRED GRUNTING)
- He's here!

Paper Boi! Come on!

Whoo! Yeah!

- WILEY: (LAUGHS) Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Hey!

Get the f*ck off the stage.

CROWD (CHANTING): Paper
Boi! Paper Boi! Paper Boi!

ALFRED: Man, who the f*ck is that?

CROWD: Paper Boi! Paper Boi!

We'll deal with it after the show.

- Start the show?
- Good luck.

(MUSIC STARTS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(PAPER BOI RAPPING INDISTINCTLY)

I did not know you were
poppin' like that in Budapest.

Might have to add this
stop to the next tour.

What y'all looking for?

Just tried again. Went to voice mail.

- f*cking phone?
- Yeah.

DARIUS: Man, we need to
hurry up and find this.

We still have our map
adventure to go on.

Hey, man, I got back from
my set, my sh*t was gone.

EARN: The one in the gold case?

When was the last time you had it?

Man, it was out on the
dock, and then, uh...

I came back in for the meet
and greet with that cancer kid.

- And you didn't have it after?
- No, man.

No, man.

He wouldn't do that.

There was something
weird about that kid, man.

Uh, wait, that dude is a fan, man.

Imagine if you had your
favorite celebrity phone.

sh*t, man! Is he still here?

Hold on.

Yeah, does anybody have eyes on the, uh,

VIPs from the meet and greet?

WOMAN (OVER WALKIE): I think
he's currently being rushed

out of the building.

- Why?
- The paramedics were called in.

He said he was having a cancer att*ck.

Cancer att... No.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, man, wa...

I'm telling you, if we just stick to...

- Not now, man, not now.
- Ah... damn.

Hey, hey!

- I need to talk to that kid.
- What?

No.

If it is for Paper Boi,

I want to help.

- Marvy, I don't think...
- Mom.

I need to do this.

What does Paper Boi need?

Um...

Hey.

- What are you doing?
- Get away from my son!

CROWD: Boo!

Sorry. Thought he had a
phone, thought he had a phone.

(SIGHS) Hey, you find him?

- He didn't take it.
- Man, how you know he ain't take it?

- What you do? You just ask...
- Believe me, he didn't have it.

DARIUS: I could've told you
that boy didn't take that phone.

n*gga, you the one... Whatever.

Man, f*ck, man. I need that phone, Earn.

It's just a phone, man.

Look, I...

I can have a runner get
one in the morning for you.

Man, sh*t.

DARIUS: I know this is
a very memorial vibe,

but, uh, we can make the whole situation

a little bit better if we just...

Hey, look, it ain't even
about the phone, man.

It's about the sh*t that's on the phone.

- iCloud?
- No, we don't do iCloud.

No, yeah, exactly. I'd
have my sh*t backed up, too,

if it wasn't for
conspiracy Jones over here.

Who could've taken that phone?

What about that runner guy?

I think he was a runner, right?
That kid in the blue jacket?

The super unprofessional stage manager.

That n*gga that was on the stage?

Oh, I thought that dude was the caterer.

(RADIO PLAYING QUIETLY)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

FOLK: Oh, hey, buds.

(BEATBOXES) Good gig.

(LAUGHS) You ready to settle up?

Yeah, Folk, soon. Um, can I
talk to that stage manager?

The stage manager? He wasn't here today.

I was covering for him.

Then who was that guy?

What guy?

The guy who was...

He had crazy brown hair,
he was kind of young,

he was going around
asking people stuff...

He had a blue jacket.

(LAUGHS)

- Oh, you talking about Wiley?
- Who?

Yeah, Wi... Blue jacket, brown hair.

Yeah, Wiley. That's my nephew.

- Your nephew?
- Yeah.

He was here for a meeting
with the rigger about a job.

Okay, well, Al had his phone
stolen. We need to talk to him.

Really? That's very unfortunate.

You don't think Wiley took it, do you?

EARN: Well, he was backstage all night.

Eh... I'm sure he didn't take it.

Well, I'm not saying he did,

I'm just saying we'd
like to talk to him.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Well... text him. Can you text him?

I don't have his number.

You don't have your
nephew's phone number?

FOLK: No.

I have his father's number, but
it is too late to call him now.

Well, it's an emergency.

An artist at your venue
had something stolen.

The rigger has his number.

I will get the number from the rigger.

EARN: Okay, I'll come with you.

- What, you want it now?
- Yes.

(SIGHS)

Old boy doesn't even work here.

Man, he don't work...
Then how the f*ck...

He's Folk's nephew.

He was here for an
interview, but he left.

This is his resume. We got his info.

Man, call this fucker right now.

Hell yeah, and put that
sh*t on speakerphone, man.

- (LINE RINGING)
- sh*t.

WILEY (OVER PHONE): Hello?

Hey, uh, is this Wiley?

Uh, as far as I know.

Hi, this is, uh, Earn,
Paper Boi's manager.

We spoke earlier today at the show.

Show?

The-the Paper Boi concert.

Oh... Uh, the rap presentation.

Yes. How can I help you?

EARN: Yeah, well, you disappeared.

Didn't you want to meet Paper Boi?

Yeah, but he seemed,
uh, busy. Yeah, busy.

Well, he wanted to meet you.
We wanted to know if you,

you know, live near the venue.

You're, uh, you're
calling up fans randomly

to invite them to meet you.

- I feel like there's an ulterior motive.
- No, no...

Listen, man, we're done
playing with you, yeah?

Do you know who you're f*cking with?

Socks.

SOCKS: Keep playing
with Team Paper Boi, yeah,

we're plugged in down here, man.

Mob sh*t. Yeah?

Like I'm the white Liam Neeson, bruv.

I will track you down,
and I will f*cking bury you

if you're not back here in
minutes, phone in hand!

Bring the f*cking phone back,

or we'll f*cking k*ll you!

What is this? What the f*ck
is wrong with you, n*gga?

Hey, yo, man, hey. What's going on, man?

It's Paper Boi right here. (LAUGHS)

We ain't gonna k*ll you, man.
We just, we just want to talk.

That man said you were going to k*ll me.

Yeah, I know. I know, I know,

but he, uh, he was
just playing, man. Hey,

how about this, man, you... if
you far... Are you far from here?

Whatever. Hey, man,
come back to the venue,

I'll be here to meet
you. Call your uncle.

I swear it's legit, for real.

- Wiley?
- (PHONE BEEPS)

- What the hell, Socks?
- Look, I'm sorry, man.

He's full of sh*t. He's got that phone.

Yeah. We knew that,

but we need him to come back here.

- White Liam Neeson?
- Like, what the fu...

That don't even make no
f*cking sense, Socks, huh?

Are you thinking of Samuel L. Jackson?

- Yeah, who are you thinking about, man?
- What's wrong with you?

f*cking Liam Neeson's
already f*cking white!

This is not how my night
was supposed to go, man.

Yeah.

Mine, either.

Yo, he came back.

Oh, sh*t.

- God!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You stay out here, okay?

You too hot, all right?

Uh, yeah.

Breathe.

Yeah, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool.

(MUFFLED): f*ck!

(CLATTER)

H-Hello.

Hi.

How... how are you
guys enjoying Budapest?

Let's just get to the point.

You didn't happen to see a
phone while you were backstage

- all day, did you?
- What kind of phone, iPhone?

- Uh, Samsung?
- EARN: Doesn't matter...

Dawg, you find a phone or not?

No.

No, I didn't.

You know there's a "find
my phone" app that could...

- Yeah, that could help.
- DARIUS: No, no, no, we don't use that.

That's how they track us,
you know better than that.

- Come on now.
- Ah.

Why were you backstage all day?

Oh, I was waiting for my interview.

Then why'd you come back?

I thought about what you said.

I didn't want to miss
a chance to meet...

(LAUGHS) Paper Boi.

I'm a long-time admirer of his.

Well, Paper Boi has a
really early flight tomorrow.

And if you know where his phone is,

it'd be really helpful.

Is there something
special about this phone?

Is that why you said you
were going to k*ll me?

- What?
- (GROANS)

N-No, we didn't say that.

(CHUCKLES) We... we're
not gonna hurt you.

If I d*ed today, people
will assume you did it,

I think. (CHUCKLES) They-the will.

EARN: Nobody's gonna die, Wiley.

We all have to die sometime.

You know that?

Maybe my end...

should come at the hands of Paper Boi.

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

(LAUGHS)

This is funny.

Meeting you like this,
I feel like I'm dreaming.

ALFRED: Trust me, ain't
nobody dreaming this, dawg.

What do you dream of?

Box-top Chevys?

Or kissing the thorn on a rose?

Oh, it's sweet, but it hurts.

It'd make you never want to trust...

anything too beautiful

again.

Out.

(MOUTHING)

Listen, he's just scared.

He's only .

He's my nephew through marriage.

So, what happened... Did he admit to it?

- Not yet.
- Oh, damn it! Piece of sh*t, man!

(CLATTER) f*ck!

That was strange.

Have y'all noticed he's blinking
every five seconds on the dot?

EARN: What was that...
"box-top Chevy" sh*t?

DARIUS: I don't know, but I think

we might find out if we just go

to this one place on the
map. I'm telling you...

- We're not gonna do the map.
- I know.

That was my dream car in high school.

Box-top Chevy.

And what about that rose thing?

You know, "nothing... trust
anything beautiful again"?

I used to date this girl in high school.

My boy Pookie f*cked
her... Her name was Rose.

Yeah, Pookie stayed f*cking her.

So...

how'd he know any of that?

I rapped about it in some early sh*t.

Never released it, though.

It was on my phone.

(EXHALES) Good cop?

ALFRED: Bad cop.

Devastated cop.

FOLK: Oh, here they come. Okay.

I got you something.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Listen, you're obviously a fan.

And sometimes fans get excited.

And, you know, it's possible

you just took the phone by accident,

and maybe you're embarrassed to tell us.

- And that's fine, that happens...
- You don't have the same accent,

you know, the same southern
dialect as Paper Boi.

Uh...

Were you told as a
child "you talk white"?

Sometimes.

Must've made you feel separate.

What does that have to do with anything?

Nothing, nothing.

I think it's interesting
when people aren't allowed

in the group.

The universal group.

To be "part of the team."

You know, people just want to be seen.

Doesn't matter what for.

Can I have a cigarette?

FOLK: Sure.

Here.

WILEY: Cool, cool.

(COUGHING)

Why do people smoke these?

Yep, I'm done. I'm
gonna b*at you right now!

Wait, wait!

I want my one phone call.

This isn't jail, Wiley.

You can call anyone at any time.

Okay, um, I don't have a phone.

Could you, could you
call a number for me?

EARN: Yeah, yeah.

So it's, um, it's ...

(BLEEP)

And that's my f*cking number,
n*gga! You got my f*cking phone!

- (SHOUTING, CLAMORING)
- Give me my f*cking phone,

man, stop playing with me!

- (HIGH-PITCHED AIR ESCAPING)
- (WILEY PANTING)

When I'm nervous, my stomach
churns... it's disgusting.

I am sorry.

- Please don't hurt me.
- Oh!

(COUGHING)

Hey, he's just a scared kid.

You're interrogating a -year-old.

I'm .

Nah!

That's not strange to you?

(SPUTTERS) He's not , no way.

He's either or he's
lying about being .

Both is strange behavior.

Has it been so long?

I-I saw him maybe years ago.

- That still doesn't make him .
- Wait, wait.

- years?
- Mm.

This guy's a stranger to you.

You don't know him at all.

He's my nephew... through marriage.

Okay, googled his address.

It's the f*cking Cirque
du Soleil headquarters.

He's toying with us.

When was the last time
you actually saw him, man?

I visited him at juvenile
offenders institute.

So jail, kid jail.

Okay, so he's in on it, isn't he?

ALFRED: Hey, hey, stop,
man! Chill out, man!

Go cool your ass off, bruh.

I'm so mad, I could k*ll this ni...

Oh, I'm so mad, man.

He definitely stole it.

ALFRED: Mm-hmm, but
we ain't got no proof.

Well, he wants to be close to you, so...

maybe just get him to confess
and we try and record it?

Socks almost said "n*gga," right?

- He almost called us that.
- Yeah, I heard that.

Hey, Folk, man, can I get you to, uh...?

(FOLK SCOFFING)

Uh, so how much longer do you
think you will have me detained?

Ain't nobody detaining you, man.

Okay, I-I made you a crane.

Listen, I know things haven't gone well.

And I want to do things the right way.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I haven't been completely honest,

which is why you guys, you guys, uh,

you had to resort to this, uh,

you know, this good
cop, bad cop scenario.

Uh, at this point, I
think you're probably

gonna try to, uh, record me.

To get me to say something
incriminating, but, uh...

Look, I...

I don't think you'll get what you want

that way.

Earn, let me talk to him, man.

Check on Folk.

(EARN SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I haven't
written anything in about...

seven months.

Seven months, man, yeah.

Like, I go to the
studio, or I lay in bed,

and like... bah. (CHUCKLES)

Like, nothing comes out.

I can't find the words.

It's like I don't know

what's bad or good anymore.

You know, I was never
really into rapping, either.

(LAUGHS) Not really.

Yeah, I know, like...

now it's what I do.

It's all I do, really.

And, you know, it's just, uh,

too late for me to do anything else.

But tonight... oh, man... tonight
I was out there on the dock

before the show and, uh...

I finally heard it.

I finally heard him... my voice.

I heard him, man,
loud and clear, like...

(CHUCKLES) He was
singing this melody, man.

He was singing this melody
like he was a kid on a bus.

And I started singing
with him, and it was...

(LAUGHS) it was...

It was fun.

And I recorded that on the phone.

See what I'm saying, like...?

And if I don't...

If I don't...

get it back now, then, uh...

I'm afraid I'm gonna lose it.

Forever, so...

I need that phone.

Wiley, you know what I'm
saying? Like, I need that phone.

So...

did you take my phone?

Did you know we share a birthday?

Hmm? April th.

We're Tauruses.

(DOOR OPENS)

Thank you.

FOLK: He texted me to...

(STRUMMING GUITAR)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I like music, but I wasn't
really that into making it.

I was a lot like you.

Uh, then a girl broke my heart

in eighth grade... Her name was Rosie.

My mom moved me and
my sister to Budapest.

I was really, really, really

lonely. (CHUCKLES)

But when I heard The Postal Mixtape...

I felt the same.

I didn't sympathize.

I didn't empathize.

I felt...

the-the same.

Um, so...

I-I wrote this.

♪ There's a fire on ♪

♪ The mountainside ♪

♪ I can see the smoke rising ♪

♪ The ocean blooms ♪

♪ They already do ♪

♪ They say the tide is turning ♪

♪ I swear I saw ♪

♪ The other side ♪

♪ I never wanted less ♪

♪ Because I don't need more ♪

♪ I don't want more ♪

♪ You were my mirror,
my best friend ♪

♪ We used to be one and the same ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ But now my hero's gone ♪

♪ And left me here ♪

♪ To play this evil game ♪

♪ I swear I saw the other side ♪

♪ I never needed less ♪

♪ Because I don't need more ♪

♪ I don't want more ♪

♪ Of ♪

♪ You. ♪

Thank you for seeing me.

I hope you find your phone.

(EXHALES)

(BUS ENGINE IDLING)

Hey?

Sorry about back there, man. (CHUCKLES)

Sometimes I just...

you know?

We're good, yeah?

- (PHONE DINGS)
- It's cool, man.

(EXHALES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

("DEDICATED TO THE ONE I
LOVE" BY THE TEMPREES PLAYING)

♪ While I'm ♪

♪ Away from you ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I know it's hard ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Because it's hard ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ And the darkest hour ♪

♪ Is just before dawn ♪

♪ Each night before you ♪

♪ Go to bed ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Whisper a little ♪

♪ Prayer ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ And let's tell ♪

♪ All ♪

♪ The stars above ♪

- ♪ This is dedicated ♪
- ♪ Dedicated ♪

- ♪ To the one I love ♪
- ♪ All the stars above ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

- ♪ Dedicated ♪
- ♪ To the one I ♪

♪ All the stars above ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, dedicated ♪

- ♪ Ooh, baby, baby ♪
- ♪ All the stars above ♪