Smile 2

Okay.

-Hey, what the fuck? Hey, hey. -Easy. Don't move.

You're making big mistake, you know that?

Shut the fuck up.

-Let's go. -Fuck.

Get the door. Shut the fuck up.

-Watch the fucking jacket, man. It's new. -Shut the fuck up!

Listen to me. You alert your brother

and I shoot you in the back of the head, you understand me?

Okay. You're the boss.

Slow.

Yo, yo, yo!

You remember my pumpkin frappé, huh?

Don't! Don't.

Touch it and he's fucking dead. Hands up!

Jesus Christ, you dumb motherfucker. Do you know who we are?

Yeah, I know who you fucking are. Last January,

the two of you shot an innocent mother and a kid.

Killed 'em. In Newark.

Oh, yeah? Says who? Who the fuck are you, huh?

I brought something to give you.

Uh-huh?

But you have to watch what I'm doing.

You watching?

Oh! No!

No! No!

Oh, shit. No, no, no.

No, no, no. Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

No, don't die. Don't die, don't die!

Fuck! Fuck. Look at me.

Look at me, you motherfucker, you can't die! You can't die!

It needs somebody to fucking pass to.

If you die, it won't fucking work. Look at me!

Stay alive, you piece of shit. Stay alive, you piece of shit!

Oh, G-- No.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck!

Now it has no one to pass to, fuck!

Fuck. Fuck.

No, no, no!

-Who the fuck are you? -No one.

-Who the fuck are you? -I'm Lewis.

-I'm no one. I'm no one. I'm literally no one. -What the fuck you doing here?

-Don't shoot me. -Answer me!

What the fuck are you doing here?

I just buy from them, okay?

I fucking hate those guys. I hate them, too!

I fucking hate them, especially him!

Please, don't shoot me.

I didn't know anybody else was here.

Okay, fuck it.

I didn't fucking know anybody else was here!

I fucked this whole thing up.

I fucked this whole thing up and I'm sorry.

This wasn't meant for you.

What?

This wasn't meant for you.

What wasn't meant for me?

-I'm sorry. -What? What are you-- Fuck.

What are you sorry for?

Fuck.

-I'm sorry. -What?

Yo,

who the fuck is that?

Oh, shit.

Ah!

Fuck!

Who has the goddamned key?

Come on! Fuck!

-No, no, no, no, don't shoot! -Shit.

-Fuck! Alexi and Yev are fucking dead! -Oh, fuck.

Get that piece of shit!

Open it!

Break the fucking door down!

Break it! Break it!

Go! Go!

Move! Move!

Shoot the motherfucker!

Problem solved.

Thank you, everybody. Now, nearly one year ago,

singer/songwriter and pop superstar Skye Riley

was fighting for her life after being injured in a car accident.

An accident that also tragically took the life

of actor Paul Hudson.

Today, for her first public interview

since the accident,

ladies and gentlemen,

the one and only Skye Riley.

Oh, my God, Drew!

Thank you so much for having me.

So happy to be doing this with you.

I mean, I have got to say that you look incredible in person.

-Oh, my gosh. As do you. -Your hair-- I'm obsessed.

Oh, my God. My hair. I was just trying something new.

-I'm not sure if I'm pulling it off. -Um, I-- What do we think?

Oh, my God.

Well, I think you have your answer.

-Now you've announced new tour dates... -Yes.

...actually kicking off right here in New York City

next week. Is this an emotional comeback?

Yes, a lot of different emotions, you know, with this one.

-A year ago, you had just won a Grammy. -Mm-hmm.

-You were in the middle of a big world tour. -Mm.

And then you hit this rough patch.

"Rough patch" might be generous.

I was wondering if you could share anything

from that period of your life.

I was dealing with a lot of stress and pressure

from the demands of the tour.

And I should have asked for help, but

instead I drowned it all out with...

drugs and alcohol and a lot of bad decisions.

And I let myself get completely out of control.

And actually, I want to take this opportunity

to apologize to my fans,

my loved ones, my team.

Everyone who was counting on me and supporting me.

I let you all down and...

I promise

that will never happen again.

So, thank you.

You were in the hospital. When you got out,

what has the time been like between then and now?

I spent a lot of time looking inward.

Relearning how to appreciate life sober.

And I'm...

I'm just so grateful for this second chance,

and I don't want to waste it.

Car's waiting right outside by the curb.

There's a bit of a crowd.

Skye!

-My name is Ashley. -So nice to meet you.

That went really well.

-You were perfectly graceful. -Yeah.

Skye, you've got Instagram and TikTok

seriously blowing up right now.

You're trending number two on Twitter. I mean, you should really be so proud...

Good.

Eyes up!

Are you okay?

What happened?

Are you hurt?

Yep, I'm fine.

I'm fine. I think I just took a weird step.

Let's take a break, everyone. Can we get some ice?

Anton, I'm fine. I'm fine.

-Skye. -Can we please just go again?

-I want to get it right, okay? -Okay.

-Let's go. -Let's go again.

-Line up! -Rewind it.

-Yep. -Back to one.

Music.

Shit!

One second!

Yeah, come in.

Hey.

You okay?

-You ready to go? -Yeah, Mom.

I just need a minute.

You should feel really good about today.

I know.

I do.

Good.

We're ready whenever you are.

Final rehearsal is confirmed for Wednesday.

So we'll be at the venue first thing in the morning.

You have a fitting, photo shoot,

then stage walk-throughs, then a fan meet-and-greet.

Please go straight to bed when you get home.

It's going to be a long day.

Oh, and reminder: Darius gets in tomorrow.

He's gonna be here for opening.

I want him to feel the love, please.

The label is advancing a lot of money on this tour.

Have I ever not been good with Darius?

Darius adores you, obviously.

Just want you to remember who's paying the bill.

Hey, straight to bed, Skye.

Good night.

Miss Riley.

Hey.

What the fuck, Lewis?

-What do you want from me? -Vicodin! Just Vicodin.

-Just for pain, same as last time. -Fuck that!

Skye Riley isn't just gonna suddenly show up here.

Your text said to come over.

-What? -What?

-What? What? -What? What?

I don't-- I don't remember texting that.

How come I don't remember texting that?

-Oh, fuck. -I don't know.

Just get the fuck off me.

Get the fuck off me!

Oh. Oh, shit.

Holy shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I am having the worst week.

The worst!