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But it's not too friendly. |
Let's hear it. |
See the animal in her cage you built Are you sure what side you're on? |
Better not look her closely in the eye |
Another fucking rage dream. |
Are you sure what side Of the glass you're... |
Slow it down, see if it's salvageable. |
See the animal in her cage you built |
Pitch shift? |
- see the animal in her cage you built -Increase the positivity. |
Spotlight on me shining strong |
Feel such happiness inside of my heart |
-[music stops] -OK, we can work with that. |
[beeping] |
Oh, quit whining. |
[beeping stops] |
[Ashley Too] My aunt has always controlled every aspect of my entire career, |
and now she's got me right where she wants me, just lying there, |
unable to leave, getting sucked dry. |
Basically a prisoner. |
That's horrible. |
I know, right? |
-we have to help her. -How? |
-we could tell someone. -OK. |
-[Jack] Like who? -The cops. |
[Jack] We're just gonna walk into a police station |
and say that a doll told us that Ashley's aunt is a monster. |
No fucking way I'm letting Catherine get away... |
Show them the brain thing on the computer. |
They're cops, Rachel, they're not Google. |
They're not gonna know what it means. |
-Well, there's gotta be something. -Evidence. |
I can find the evidence. |
Listen, I kept a diary on my computer. I recorded the conversations. |
If I can make it into the house, get in range of my laptop, |
I can Bluetooth onto it and download all the evidence I need. |
-can you guys take me over there? -Yes, Of course, anything. |
Hey, we don't even know where she lives. |
10030 Bushwick Drive, Malibu. |
-That's miles away. -We'll take you. |
No, we will not. |
Jack. |
Sure, I get it, you guys got something better to do. |
Well, OK, don't sweat it, I'll just go on my own, I'm fine. |
-Oh! [gasps] -[Ashley Too groans] |
Stupid stumpy arms. |
-Get off me! -Sorry. |
If you're not helping me, get off of me, seriously. |
[grunts] |
[sighs] |
It's alright for you two able-bodied assholes sitting around. |
Fans are always the same. "Oh, we love you so much," |
until you actually want them to do anything for you. |
Well, forget it, I'm gonna do it on my own. |
Could you open the door for me please? |
We're not helping her. |
We are not. |
[Ashley Too clears throat] Guys. Come on, guys, I can't see. |
Put me up on the dash, I can show you the way. |
Don't scratch the cup holder. Dad will flip if he knows we took his van. |
I'm not scratching the cup holder. |
[horn honks] |
[tires screech] |
Jack! [whimpers] |
Relax, your cup holder's fine. |
-Shut up. -can you drive this thing? |
-I think so. -you think so? |
Hey, I can do anything if I just believe in myself. |
I wanna believe that we'll arrive in one fucking piece. |
Ashley, go to sleep. |
Yeah, that's not gonna work anymore, OK? |
Shit. |
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us today |
as we introduce you to a brand-new, yet strangely familiar, superstar. |
It's a fucking sign-up. |
[sighs] OK, we're here. |
[Rachel] So now what? |
-I guess we Just throw her over the gate. -are you nuts? how do I Get in the door? |
No, the deal was that we drive you here, and we've done that. |
I need to get inside to get that evidence. |
-[Jack] We're not driving in there... -We have brought her this far. |
-No. -Hold up, that's my aunt's car. |
Oh, the gates are open. |
-Jack, Jack, let's go, come on. -No, no. |
Quick, quick, they're gonna shut it. |
-Come on, let's go. -Just do it, OK, do it, go. |
Do it, do it, do it, go, yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. |
Oh, my God, oh, my God. Oh, shit, shit. |
[both scream] |
[Jack] Well, what now? |
What's the next phase of your brilliant plan? |
[doorbell rings] |
-What the hell do I even say? -[Ashley Too] Just wing it. |
And lose the nose ring, it makes you look unprofessional. |
[Jack] Oh, my God, he's huge. |
Goggin's Mouse Service. |
How did you get through the gate? |
It was open. |
Look, I have an appointment for 11:30 to deal with your rodent infestation. |
No, you got the wrong place. |