Lost Angelas

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Sit down.

Where's my daughter?

I don't know.

She was blackmailed.

Blackmail?

What the fuck are you talking about?

I can't remember everything.

I woke up, I must've been drugged.

Somebody put something

in my drink.

I woke up on my lawn, and I couldn't remember anything,

except for one crazy image of Angela, dead.

She was dead.

- You want me to sit here and listen to your fucking dreams?

No.

Sit down!

- Sometimes two memories are blended in one.

And I can't even remember where it happened.

- Hey, you work across the street, right?

Yeah, I come to your open mike night.

I bartend poetry night.

I thought you looked familiar.

Do you perform, or?

Oh no, no.

I mean, not yet.

I mean, I'm like behind the scenes.

I uh, I promote events.

In here?

No.

No, not in here.

Actually,

yeah, you should check it out.

Maybe I'll see you there.

- Oh, so this is a rave, I've never been to one.

Sit down!

It was just a dream.

It was a dream but it felt like it was real, it was...

It was a dream.

It was a dream.

Oh my God it was a dream.

It was a dream but it felt like it was real.

You want some?

Put your hands up!

I said at times it gets dark,

but there's always the rising sun.

Indulge in self-love because there's

always the rising sun.

I'm queen to my kingdom.

- All right guys, I hope you guys had a good night.

I hope you enjoyed everything,

you guys have a great night.

- You guys, if you could sit down for a moment please.

Everybody.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You might recognize me, I'm usually on that side of the bar.

Never been up here on the stage.

Your eyes,

a painting in my mind.

Is as close as I can come with you.

Your figure

pressed against my chest

as night and dawn wept through.

Your kiss so perfect from the rest.

It's a taste of love, arrested in the loo.

I don't know, I can't remember anything else.

Where's my daughter?

Mr. Rose, I've been looking for Angela.

I went to the cops to report her missing.

No cops!

- How'd you get us off the hook with the cops?

My Mom's ex is a cop.

So he must know my Dad.

Oh yeah?

Why is that?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

You didn't tell me you were a poet.

I'm not a poet.

You sounded like one.

Now you're teasing me.

- You ever romanticize us getting busted for coke?

That's pretty cool!

Thanks.

I wanna write screenplays, so--

You're a screenwriter?

Yeah, that's what I wanna do.

Well, you should write me something.

You're an actress.

I'm an actress.

My Mom was a manager.

Talent manager?

Does she rep anybody I know?

Well she repped Angie Malone.

Angie Malone?

Angie Malone?

The star who drowned herself

in New Orleans.

I'm named after her.

That's crazy.

What are the odds of that?

I don't know.

Your Mom is not that crazy manager

that like faked Angie Malone's death, right?

I mean she was a little crazy,

but no, no, no, no, no she,

no she wasn't, her death wasn't faked.

That was some weird rumors.

- It's it's, it's that, people can be mean.

Yeah.

But you, I'm sorry.

Go ahead.

No, go ahead.

No, sorry, you go ahead.

No, I was just thinking like,

this is really cool.

Huh?

- You have this like really good opportunity

to like make something big.

Like Angie Malone's life story.

Your Mom was her manager.

- You know, I was thinking about that a long time ago, but--

Really?

It was a little overwhelming 'cause

'Cause I wanted to do it right.

You know what I mean?

And everything I've written before I never,

I never finished.

But

if I did it,

you would have to play Angie Malone.

Would you do it?

What?

If I wrote the best

- character of all time-- - Stop!

I would, I'd play Angie Malone,

are you kidding me?

See, the thing is Jake--

Vin is a good friend of mine.

We owe Vincent.

He's a good PI.

A fucking good PI to the family.

You're gonna fucking tell us where Angela is.

- These are memories that nobody has access to.

- Just stupid bedtime stories that my Mom told me.

That people don't know.

See, the problem is that no one cares

about an actress that becomes famous.

That's not enough of a story.

That's not what the story is about Jake.

It's about a woman who falls in love with her soulmate.

And she has to try to overcome all these

obstacles that keep getting in her way.

You know, there's a lot that happens.

She punches a cop in the face.

Shaved her head.

She donated a million dollars to charity.

People wanna know these stories Jake.

Look!

Got you a fortune.

Ah.

Okay.

Never give up on your dreams.

Is it really what it says?

Yeah!

You just have to believe in yourself, okay?

- Would you give a million dollars to charity?

- What the fuck, she gave a million dollars to charity?

I wish had a million dollars to

just give away to charity.

Would you?

Yeah, why not?

- She gives a million dollars to the homeless

and then she winds up homeless!

My Mom found her on the street.

She gave her the role of a lifetime.

"The Bach Double."

I love that movie.

My Mom always made me play that song.

"The Bach Double."

"The Bach Double."

"The Bach Double."

Look at this.

It says right here that by the age of 20,

Angie Malone mastered the violin

in that movie--

"The Bach Double."

"The Bach Double," yes!

I love that movie.

Me too!

But that means I'm gonna have to learn

how to play the violin.