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Trevor?

Why did you wanna become an actress?

Who is this?

That doesn't matter right now.

All that matters is that you've just landed

the role of a lifetime.

Wait.

Hello?

Ah.

If you want to see your husband alive again,

you need to leave the house right now.

Control the narrative before the narrative controls you.

No way.

Why?

Why what?

Why here?

It's your favorite, why not?

You know why, and please do not answer me

with another fucking why.

Looking good, pretty lady.

You said it was a matter of life and death.

You look very much alive.

I'm dying on the inside. Thank you for noticing.

Where have you been, Vada?

Hi, y'all, ready to order?

Could you, uh, give us a few minutes, please?

Of course.

I'm sorry, but I'm a massive fan.

Do you mind?

Sure.

Take as much time as you need.

Do you wanna know why I left?

Okay, um, you suffocated me.

"Eat this. Drink that.

Take this role. We're going here.

Oh, no, no, no way in hell we're going there."

I cannot exist in your world.

So you're telling me this now?

We've been together for six fucking years.

It is not my fault

that your ginormous ego got in your way.

I've always been there for you in the background,

your greatest champion, cheering you on.

Calvin, you, you were more like my director

and a shitty one.

That is not a relationship.

That is a fucking dictatorship.

It's that easy, huh?

People are not loyal to you.

They're loyal to their needs of you.

Once their needs are met,

they just disappear.

That's who you are. This was never love.

This is some big gigantic game.

This was real for me.

It's not acting. It's not a movie.

Are you even listening to me?

Vada, look where you are.

Did that just happen just because?

Vada.

Vada.

Hello, you okay?

Vada.

Trevor.

Oh.

Where to?

Anywhere but here.

Ah, bummer, I hear they have killer shakes.

The best.

Too bad.

What the hell?

Whether you choose to believe me or not,

I am here to help you.

Then tell me how to get outta here.

That bathtub is where

your suffering begins and ends.

Only the longer you spend inside the house,

the harder it will be to leave.

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you?

Please Pardon my intrusion,

but I may be able to help you.

- Help me how? - Escape.

You should let me inside. Your husband's life depends on it.

I want answers. You hear me?

First one here.

You should be thanking me.

You said you'd help me.

Did I?

You're fucking right you did.

Oh, fucking God.

And put that knife down before I ruin

that pretty little face of ours.

No.

I said down.

Good girl.

Oh, bloody hell.

It's a proper latte.

Who are you?

I am you, you cheeky cunt. You've been up upgraded.

Enough of this bullshit, I need answers.

That's your biggest problem.

You got too much mouth, not enough heart.

Some crazy little girl keeps calling me,

I can't leave, and now you show up.

If you're not gonna help me, get the hell outta my house.

Oh, lads, look who decided to grow a pair.

How pathetic.

Can't even look threatening.

No wonder your career's in the slums.

Buckle up, princess.

But, Your Honor, I'm sorry. He's lying.

That is enough.

Actually, she's right, Your Honor. I lied under oath.

Tell them what you said to me.

Ms. Desmond, another outburst like that,

and I will fine you for contempt.

I'm in love with Natalia Desmond.

You're pathetic.

And that's why

you must die.

No, Natalia, we were meant for each other.

That never mattered.

And neither did you.

Cut, outstanding.

All right, let's move on.

Shoot, are you sure?

Oh, my God, was that okay?

- You were incredible- - was it convincing?

Darling.

- It was so good. - Oh, thanks.

I'm so sad that was our last scene together.

I know, but at least I got an epic death.

Yeah, they really do love you upstairs.

Yeah?

They could have given you a shitty death like Ricky.

- Poor Ricky. - I know.

Uh, you didn't even see his face, right?

- He was just in the box. - Yeah.

- It's tragic. - Must have pissed

- somebody else off. - Yeah, he did.

- Poor old Ricky. - I know.

You know what I'm gonna miss the most?

What, making out every 15 seconds?

Yeah.

You want to, uh, be giving me a proper send-off?

Oh, back from the dead already?

Welcome back, bitch.

Imagine a world you're walking along the edge

of a giant skyscraper.

Like a wanker, you lose your balance.

You slip. You fall.

Splat, you die.

Then you awaken, and you're relieved

because you're back in the real world and very much alive.

I've had dreams like that.

Well, that's exactly what this is,

a nasty little dream you can't seem to wake up from.

That's it?

That's what I said, didn't I?

But today, you're in luck 'cause I offer a way out.

How?

Take the pistol, bring the barrel to your head,

pull the trigger.

This doesn't make any sense.

Mm.

Once you wake up, it will.

There you go, love.

Fucking hell.

Yes?

Killing yourself

won't help you.

It will if this is just a dream.

More like nightmare.

She's lying to you.

What you do here will change the course of the plot.

And that's not what you want, correct?

What does she want from me?

For you to escape.

Well, that's what I want.

Not like this you don't.

So I'm just supposed to listen to you?

Yes, silly.

Running outta time here.

Shut up.

- I cannot think with you- - Inside your head?

Blame yourself. You invited me here.

Oops.

If you truly want to see your husband again,

kill her now.

What if I don't?

Then she may influence you to the point

where I can no longer help.

So?

Predictable.

Oh, bloody hell.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a bloke bite by, fuck it.

Time to play Raven's roulette.

- Raven? - That's my name, twit.