Rapid Eye Movement

≡ Jack'D 22 ≡

Stay awake, Rick.

Stay awake.

Stay awake, Rick.

The world record, 11 days.

Eleven days.

Stay awake, Rick.

You can do it.

I'm watching you, Rick.

Stay awake, or you're next.

Stay awake, or you die.

You'll wind up in hell like all the others.

Save the children, Rick.

Save the children.

You are worthless. Give up.

Give up!

Save the children.

Give up!

- You failed your job. - Rick, I'm right here!

- You failed your job. - Come on, Rick!

I'm here! Can you even hear me, Rick?

Save the children.

Talk to me!

Please, talk to me.

Sleep, and I'll kill you.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Get out of the way!

Hey!

Get out of the...

What are you doing, man?

I've had enough of your pestering!

I am working as hard as I can.

Okay?

I'm... I'm working as hard as I can!

Do you think we could cure a disease overnight?

Do you think my job is easy?

Do you think so?

What?

No.

Yeah!

We gotta go!

They're awesome!

This is what I'm talking about.

Watch and learn, boy!

Rick, we're on the air!

Gotta hear the end of the song, man.

We gotta go.

Why? Why?

Why does he do this to me?

He's on in ten.

Oh, Charlene, you know he'll be here.

Always is.

Back it up, Phil. I saw them first.

Greatest gypsy punk band ever.

I got some sweet action for you.

A cinch to beat the point spread.

You're an intern, Phil. Not a bookie.

He's conning you, Rick.

Shut it, Miguel!

Your place is in. Play that second song first.

Hi. Hey, Rick.

Hey, how are you?

One whole minute to go.

I hope they're worth it.

WZLW New York.

The Rick Weider Show.

Good morning, friends and neighbors.

Another glorious WZLW New York

day of possibility.

What you're hearing right now, folks,

- is the best... - Yeah, punk!

...gypsy punk band alive.

And you and I are gonna make them famous.

So, wherever you are this morning,

start this day dancing!

One, two, three, quatorzo!

That's it.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

What are you doing later?

Um...

Something... else.

Cliff.

Those crazy gypsies,

we gotta get them to some A&R...

You remember Mr. Larabee from Clamorant Media?

Well, well, enter the feudal lords.

We need to talk numbers.

-He can talk to sales. -They're not the problem.

You are.

You've been on the fringe for too long.

Your slot's going Top 40.

You new owners, you're just...

I don't do Top 40.

Uh, I do the eclectic, and it works.

Pulse of New York.

We want all nine million listeners of the city.

Not just a sliver out in Williamsburg

that feeds your ego.

My ego?

Was it my ego that promotes undervalued artist

instead of your processed plastic bump and grind bands?

We're not renewing your contract.

Not with these numbers.

Not ever.

Your ratings, they just need to come up.

Or you're done.

Oh...

Tough meeting, Rick, huh?

Almost makes me believe

that there's justice in the universe after all.

I never took you for a dreamer, Marcus.

Just a... Just a sore loser

for not getting the morning slot.

Yeah?

Well, I'm keeping my slot, though.

Fuck...

Try that again, mother...

Oh, Rick, um, your wife's here.

-She's looking for you. -Oh, shit.

Hey, sweetheart.

What you doing here?

Do you have any idea how humiliating it is

to show up to your first marriage counseling session

and get stood up by your husband?

Uh...

It's just that I...

I'll give you one more chance.

-Okay? -Okay.

Okay.

There's a...

super exclusive marriage retreat

in Newport at the end of the month,

and I want us to go.

You know I...

I had to pull a lot of strings to get us in.

- Mm-hm. - And I just...

Please, I just need you to wanna go, okay?

Yeah.

I guess, yeah.

You guess?

God. Does it mean nothing to you?

How much sleep I have lost worrying about us?

You're losing sleep? You're losing sleep?

Yes, Rick, that's what I said.

You're a genius.

I gotta go, okay?

The 28th, buddy!

Remember that!

Oh! Um, I was just...

Sleep deprivation.

-Get me intel. -Yeah. Of course.

Mm-hm.

A stunt's not gonna raise your ratings quick enough.

No, no, no. A sleep deprivation marathon would be great.

What's the record on this thing?

Two hundred and sixty-four hours.

That's 11 days awake.

Whoa, 11 days?

Seriously? Okay, 11 days it is.

No harm in trying. Let's, uh...

Let's make it a charity fundraiser, huh?

We'll, uh, we'll find a disease or something.

When might this earthshaking

slumber party happen?

Somewhere around the 28th would be perfect.

We're doing a Wake-A-Thon charity fundraiser.

So, who's got me a disease?

How about AIDS?

No, too '90s. Next.

How about breast cancer?

-I don't like breast cancer. -Nobody likes

- breast cancer, Phil. - Come on.

Raise my eyebrows.

Fibrocystic disease.

It's another woman thing.

- Is it fatal? - No,

-but that's... But-- -It has, it has to be fatal.

It has to be something that grabs people by the throat.

It could be in today's headlines.

Dr. Harold Rance, SMA researcher murdered.

That's the dude hanging from the bridge.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

-It just happened this morning. -Yeah, his, his guts

were like, hanging all out, and...

What's, uh... What's SMA?

"Spinal Muscular Atrophy."

"SMA is the number one genetic killer of children.

Victims never acquire or progressively lose

the ability to walk, stand, or move.

And, ultimately, fatal respiratory complications.

No known cure."

And so, New York, with this Wake-A-Thon,

SMA will feel the wrath of Rick Weider.

A webcam will show me awake around the clock

inside a glass booth on the street in Times Square.

Even bathroom breaks will be strictly monitored.

Keeping a watchful eye on me will be Dr. Maurice Falco,

eminent expert in the field of sleep research.