Hurry Up Tomorrow

(WOMAN ON VOICEMAIL SIGHS AND SNIFFLES)

I don't know if you remember last night...

...and the things that you said, but I'm done.

I'm leaving you.

And I used to think that you were a good person.

But now I know that's not true.

Because a good person wouldn't have done that

to someone they loved.

And you brought out the worst in me,

and you broke me,

and you made me feel so small.

And you're pathetic!

And your mom would be ashamed

if she knew how you treated me.

And you don't care about anyone but yourself.

And that's why you deserve to end up alone.

(SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALING SHARPLY INTERMITTENTLY)

Beautiful. How we feeling? Huh?

We good? Yeah?

-Let's... Yeah. Yeah.

Let's go, guys. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

-Make it fast, less than 60. -Good!

Let's go.

All right, gentlemen, faster.

God, I look handsome, eh?

Yeah, bro.

All right, let's go.

Time up. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on. Get outta here.

-You know the drill, bro. -(GRUNTS)

Let's get that energy up.

-Hmm. -Hit me where it hurts, yeah?

Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

Come on, baby. Come on.

You hear that?

-(CHEERING IN DISTANCE) -You hear that, eh?

You hear that? (EXCLAIMS)

That's for you.

-Hey! Listen, listen, listen. -(PANTING)

Remember, that's for you. Okay?

Let's go get 'em. Let's go get 'em.

Let's go get 'em, bro.

Let's go get 'em.

Whoo!

Let's go. -(LEE GRUNTS)

Whoo!

Coming through, lads.

Whoa!

Yes. Yes. Yes. Whoo!

Let's go, bro.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoo!

This is you, baby.

This is you. It's all you!

-Hey! This is you! -(ABEL SCREAMS)

Yes!

(WAKE ME UP BY THE WEEKND PLAYING)

-(LOUD THUDS) -(CRYING)

-(WAKE ME UP CONTINUES) -(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Sing it!

-(LIGHTER CLICKS) -(PANTING)

-(LIGHTER CLATTERS) -(FLAMES WHOOSH)

-(KEYS JANGLING) -(PANTING)

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Fuck!

The fuck!

(RED TERROR BY THE WEEKND PLAYING)

-(PANTING) -(MUSIC FADES)

(CRY FOR ME BY THE WEEKND PLAYING)

Yo, listen...

put the fucking phone away, bro.

Come on with it.

You're gonna push her away.

Man, she's not gonna text you back at all.

And then you're gonna be moaning to me.

-(SIGHS) -Then you're gonna be like,

"Can you ring her one more time? Can you..."

-(SCOFFS) -Enough, man.

Come on, let's go.

We're gonna slow down a little bit tonight.

I don't want to get too fucked up 'cause of my voice.

I got a specialist tomorrow

who's gonna look at your throat.

Voice of an angel.

Saint or angel. Eh?

-(THUNDER RUMBLING) -(BREATHING HEAVILY)