Hollywood Arts (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

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So I break down the walls that I made
Do it scared
Won't play it safe anymore
I'm awake
Nothing's stopping me
So I take, take
- Take the life that I want
- Come on!
I won't wait, wait
This was me all along
So I break down the walls that I made
Won't hold back, I'm here to stay
This one goes out to Trina
Our brand new teacher-ina
No cap! No cap! No cap! No cap!
She gave us this homework
To sing about what's happened so far
Recap! Recap! Recap! Recap!
Sikowitz out, Trina in
Got her own origin story
Like her sister named Tori
Who's famous
Trina helped find
The hidden talent of a Techie
Hey, my bestie's name is Emmy
She's got pipes for days
And her brother Oscar slays and plays
But feels threatened
By his sister's new weapon
And Qwest has a lie about balling
That's appalling
Hey, not cool
That lie keeps me in this school
Oh, duh.
- And Pepper, she ain't ordinary
- Hey
Jen Z is still scary
Recap
- This is a recap song
- Recap
- Everybody should be up to speed
- Recap
If you don't know by now
I can't help you
- Recap
- This is the recap song
- Oh
- Recap
Yeah!
Great job, guys!
Do we get an A?
Oh, sure!
A!
Oh, what a beautiful morning
Oscar!
How many times have I told you
to not interrupt my class?
Seventeen.
Which is why I've decided
to change things up a bit.
I, Oscar Ward,
have officially joined this class!
- What?
- What?
- Yes!
- Thank you!
- At least you won't be interrupting me--
- You see…
with Emmy's star on the rise,
who better to make sure
no one takes advantage
of her than her big brother?
Last night in your sleep
you were screaming,
"Emmy's stealing my legacy!
Make her stop, make her stop!"
Yeah, Dream Oscar's going through it.
But Awake Oscar?
He's thriving.
And excited to outclass you.
I mean, be in this class with you.
What's happening?
Why is everyone's phone buzzing?
I hate feeling left out.
Emergency casting call on The Dap.
Lexi here with an emergency casting call.
Pencils down, headshots and résumés in.
I repeat, pencils down,
headshots and résumés in.
Wait, what? Someone talk to me!
A headshot…
is a professional picture
of an actor's face.
And a résumé
is a list of shows they've done.
Can someone else talk to me?
We get an alert to submit
our headshots and résumés
whenever Hollywood needs
a talented teenager for a commercial.
- They didn't do that when I went here.
- A lot's changed since the 1900s.
Guys, tiny problem with my headshot.
I don't have one.
Emmy, quick!
What's 175 times 32?
Perfect.
Emmy gives great math face.
Now you got a headshot.
My work here is done.
Whoa!
Okay, um, one more tiny problem.
My résumé is, like, basically blank.
The only credit I have is
I sang a song at the big showcase.
Luckily, your résumé isn't just credits.
We can list special skills too.
Qwest, get ready to type. Emmy, go!
Okay, um, well, I'm great
with tools and lights.
I can multiply really big numbers.
5,600.
I like long walks on the beach and sushi.
This isn't a dating profile.
We're gonna have to do a bit of fudging.
You're teaching us to lie?
Go off, Trin.
I'm not teaching Emmy to lie.
I'm teaching her how to embellish.
- Have you ever cried?
- Of course.
Add "cry on cue."
Whoa, I can't cry on cue.
That moral compass.
I used to have one.
Then I turned three.
Wow, Pepper and Jen have
the exact same special skills.
- Hm.
- Makes sense.
We've taken the same after-school classes
since toddler jazz dance.
Where our emotional warfare began.
Aw!
Wait, I forgot.
I do have a new special skill!
Oh, no.
Uh, I can also play the harmonica.
Uh, for real?
Let's hear it, lady.
You want me to put my mouth
on your harmonica?
Shall I also use your toothbrush
and floss with a piece of your hair?
Qwest, I don't see any dance
listed under your special skills.
Yeah, that's a long story.
I've never taken a dance class.
Oh, guess it was a short story.
Good news.
You're about to have experience.
I just signed you up for Intro
to Viral Dance class which starts in…
…now!
You must be Qwest.
You must be the first person excited
to teach a guy
with two left feet how to dance.
- I just know the girls will be happy.
- Ooh, what's this about girls?
You're the only boy
in class this semester.
Think I'm gonna like it here.
- Now, Trina said you're feeling nervous.
- Nervous? Oh, no, no, no. I…
I've never taken a dance class before.
You know, I'm more of a singer, so…
I guess I'm just a little in my feels
I love a guy who's in touch
with his feelings.
Yeah, I'm way in touch with my feelings.
And I can't wait to express them…
via dance.
Now, who wants to show Qwest
our routine to Doechii's "Anxiety"?
- Oh, I can!
- I do! I do!
Thank you, Trina.
What do you think?
Good enough to add to my special skills?
You want us to say yes
or tell you the truth?
I refuse to live in a world where Pepper
has more special skills than me!
New special skill alert!
Hello down there, Jenny girl.
- Out of my way.
- We're not in your way.
Out of my way!
Emmy!
We switched lunches.
It's the same exact food.
Yes, but Mommy cuts my sandwich into
little stars, 'cause I'm her little star.
You wouldn't understand.
Dap alert.
Hey, Hollywood Artists!
Lexi here with some exciting news
from yesterday's résumé roundup.
One student has been cast in a commercial
where they have to cry on cue.
Last name, Ward.
Yes!
First name, Emmy.
- What?!
- What?!
Sorry to anyone with the last name Ward
who might've gotten briefly excited.
Way to go, Emmy!
I'm gonna throw up.
Emmy, this is amazing!
No, it's impossible.
I didn't want this job.
I didn't submit a headshot or résumé.
And I can't cry on cue!
How did this happen?
No time for accusations!
We'll be late for my class!
Now, Qwest, say that line again,
but this time with anger.
Pass the pickles, Doreen!
Ooh.
That scared Doreen.
That scared Trina too.
I liked it, but, uh,
I think it'd be better if, uh…
- May I?
- You may not.
Attention, please!
Lateness is unacceptable, Jen,
unless it's me.
Then it's kinda cute.
Oh, wait!
I can also do a proper stage faint.
Oscar. You saved my life.
I don't understand why you're not
letting me help teach.
I'm the best actor in the school!
And someone like, say, Emmy here?
Well, she doesn't know
an entrance from an exit.
That's a really great idea.
Why don't you show us all how to exit?
My pleasure!
You simply angle your body
to the audience for one final beat,
and then…
Hey!
I can stage faint too, you know.
Dang it!
Can this dumb rivalry
please not interfere with my class?
Yeah, Jen, it's really immature.
Oh! My mom signed me up
for another magic class.
Another what now?
Okay, I gotta admit, that was a sick exit.
Come on, Pep.
Hey, Ma!
Can you buy me a rabbit and a top hat?
What?
Is this about me submitting
your headshot behind your back
and doctoring your résumé
to say you could cry on cue,
then you booking a commercial
because of it?
No need to thank me!
I wasn't gonna thank you!
Okay, rude!
Trina, I told you that I'm not cool
with lying on my résumé,
- and you did not listen!
- I listened!
Then I went ahead and did my own thing.
I'm not cool with lying.
It's not lying to say you can cry on cue
as long as when the cue comes up,
you can cry on it!
But it shoots in a week! I'm never gonna
be able to learn how to cry by then.
Not with that attitude!
Emmy, you are a natural-born star.
You'll get there!
Especially with me as your crying coach.
I once got this Navy SEAL to cry
about a mildly disappointing Caesar salad.
Or was it a Cobb? And was he Air Force?
May have been a barista.
My gosh, my twenties were something.
Trina!
Right, right, right.
They're not disclosing anything
about the commercial.
Just your standard come to set,
then cry, then get.
So I'm just supposed to cry about nothing?
The key to accessing real tears
is to feel the honesty of the moment.
I'll demonstrate.
You know, the reason
I'm here with you right now
is because instead
of being a megastar like my sister…
…I'm coaching
a 16-year-old with her whole life…
ahead of her.
And there's the tear.
I'm impressed. But I still don't
know if this is the right thing to do.
Just trust me, please!
- Okay.
- You're gonna nail this commercial.
I mean, for all we know,
being a crier is like in your DNA.
Oh, deep breaths, dude. Deep breaths.
First Emmy steals the show
at the showcase.
That is true.
- Then she books a commercial.
- That is true.
Then I force my way into her class
to establish myself as the better sibling,
and the teacher won't let me.
That is…
honestly a little messed up.
I know!
I'm messed up.
No, no…
Dude, I know something
that can cheer you up.
There's no way you could cheer me up.
Yay! Another boy!
- I think I'm gonna like it here.
- Oh, yeah.
See you in dance class.
Okay, the first step to crying on cue
is tear duct reactivation.
You keep cutting those onions
while I play a super sad movie.
Wyoming really is beautiful
this time of year.
Wait, why are you crying?
It's not even a sad part.
Because I went out for that role
and I didn't get it.
Hey!
Slow-motion hair toss.
Pepper, please don't tell me
you're taking up motorcycling.
Should I also not tell you
I'm about to jump the LA River?
This competition
has gotta stop before someone gets hurt.
She started it!
I hate mimes. My ex was a mime.
Left me without saying a word.
Thanks, rim shot.
Later, loser!
Shut up, mime!
I was working through some moves
for the dance assignment--
Bro, they better be easy.
I'm not a dancer.
Watch this.
Ba-ba-ba!
Um, do you mind warning me
before you blow my mind like that?
- It's that good?
- Oh, it was breathtaking.
I mean, I could never do that,
especially not in front of the ladies.
Don't think about trying to impress girls.
Just think about broing out with your bro
through some bro-ography.
Okay, okay.
Ba-ba-ba!
Um, should I call NASA?
- 'Cause you launched me to the moon.
- For real?
If I'm lying, I'm dying.
Ooh! Ladies approaching.
Hey, boys.
Hey, girls.
Just workshopping a move
for the second 8-count.
I love how seriously you are taking this.
Taking it very seriously.
First move's like this. Ready?
- Ba-ba-ba!
- Oh!
- Love that. Okay, so, like…
- So…
- Ba-ba-ba!
- Ba-ba-ba!
Yeah.
- Watch Oscar do it again, okay?
- Okay, okay.
Ba-ba-ba!
- Okay.
- Okay. So…
Ba-ba-ba!
What?
- See, when Oscar does it, it's--
- Electric, effervescent.
- Almost… swan-like.
- Swan-like.
Yes!
Okay, so, here, why don't you two
watch us do it a couple times,
maybe even record a video
so you don't get left behind, okay?
Today, we explore transference,
when an actor channels emotions
from the past
to trigger authentic feelings
in the present.
If I need to cry, I think about a time
this busboy called me "ma'am."
It was just store policy, Trina.
He calls everyone "ma'am."
Now…
Close your eyes and think back to a moment
when you were soul-crushingly sad.
I was six and my hamster Nibbles
had just died.
Mmm. Think about Nibbles' face.
His cute little nose,
his sweet little whiskers,
his bushy brown fur.
It's like you knew Nibbles.
Or I'm describing every hamster, but yeah.
Actually, I don't think
this is gonna work.
That day ended up being really happy
because my parents
got Oscar and I a puppy.
Oh, I really wish
they wouldn't have done that.
It's okay. We still have time.
Hmm.
Got word the production company
wants to shoot that commercial right now.
What?!
Oh, and dessert today at the Asphalt Café
is "Cuba Pudding Jr." Yum.
Break a leg.
Don't panic. You got this.
- Really?
- I don't know. Probably not.
- Whatever, we gotta go!
- Oh!
Wait, Trina. Wait, I don't wanna go!
Your first Hollywood set. How do you feel?
Unprepared. Panicked.
Gassy.
Yeah, maybe cool it on the string cheese.
I'm not gonna be able to cry,
so why don't we just get out of here
before I embarrass myself?
Oh, no way. You ghost one gig
and then the industry ghosts you.
And believe it or not, we still have time.
There's "hurry up and wait," where you
rush to set, then they take forever to--
Where's my crier?
Oh.
You! Stool. Tears. Now.
Oh, God!
Okay, I didn't want
to resort to this, but…
The Tearjerker?
One drop and it's like sobbing
in a rainstorm.
Oh! I wasn't okay with lying.
You think I'm okay with cheating?
It's not a game. It's a commercial.
Now!
Just trust me.
Okay.
You don't have any questions, do you?
- Yes, actually, what is this commercial--
- Good. Action!
Okay, s-so I just…
Okay.
Simply to cry.
Is she crying or pooping?
Oh!
Fake tears?! On my set?!
Your special skills
said you could cry on cue.
- Yeah, I can explain--
- I need a minute.
Someone sage this space
from these counterfeit emotions
and also bring me a little treat.
Thanks.
- It's not a knock on your talents.
- …doing it exactly as you guys.
- Did you watch the--
- Yes, we watched the stupid tape.
Hey, hey! What is with all
this synchronized outrage?
Watch this.
Ready?
Ba-ba-ba!
Let's hit it.
Ba-ba-ba!
Dude, you gave me the chills.
Says the guy who just took my breath away.
Okay, I gotta say, it looks
pretty much the same to me.
Aha!
Pretty much the same,
but not exactly the same.
There's something they're doing that just…
Isn't quite right.
- Yes.
- Yes. Exactly.
I didn't join to be subjected
to unfair critiques from other dancers.
- Did you hear that?
- Why, yes, I did.
- She just called us dancers!
- Dancers!
That's what it is.
That's… That's what's not quite right.
I mean, watching you ladies dance,
I'm watching seasoned pros.
But watching Oscar hit those moves,
I'm watching a caterpillar emerge
into a beautiful butterfly dancer.
Okay, I need that printed
on a sweatshirt yesterday.
Ladies, we're sorry.
At first all we cared about
was impressing you,
but then we got so swept up
in how good it felt to impress ourselves.
- Then we realized we're better than you.
- Not where I was going.
We're done here.
Great. Works better as a dude duo anyway.
- Pepper?
- Reese Witherspoon?
It's Jen.
Girl, you smell like straight-up goat.
I was trying to learn goat herding
to keep up with your ever-growing list
of skills and got bit.
Oh, Jen.
When will you ever learn?
I'm guessing you broke your leg
trying to out-skill me?
No! My shoelace
got caught on a lawn flamingo.
On my way to jump
the LA River to out-skill you.
This whole passive-aggressive competition
we've got going on
has officially gotten old.
You're right.
I mean, where has it even gotten us?
The hospital.
Although, we did each add like six
new special skills to our résumés.
True.
I didn't know how to juggle last week.
I could only speak English last week.
Now I speak conversational German.
Is our toxic friendship
somehow beneficial for both of us?
Let's never stop being toxic!
Yo. Can you roll me over so I can hug her?
Ow!
What kind of a teacher in their right mind
would convince a student
to lie and cheat on their résumé?
A bad one?
With pretty hair?
Look, Trina.
Honesty might mean nothing to you,
but it means everything to me.
And if that keeps me from "making it,"
then fine.
- I was just trying to help.
- Stop trying to help me!
No.
Excuse me?
Emmy, I'm never gonna stop trying
to help you because I believe in you.
And when you believe in someone,
you do dumb things.
You push too hard or go overboard.
And it's all because
I just wanted the world or…
really, I just wanted you
to see Emmy the way I see Emmy.
I have returned!
And I am less hangry.
That little treat really hit the spot.
Do you really mean all that?
I really do.
And there's the tear.
Woo-hoo! We got a crier!
Roll the camera, scary man!
Go, go, go!
Oh.
Remember, I don't know
what this commercial is for.
Is this you?
An emotional mess because of constant,
disgusting finger fungus?
Wait, what?
Are your fingees crying as hard as you are
because you know you'll never be able
to give a normal thumbs up?
Those aren't even my hands.
Then you need
Extra Strength Medicated FunGloves.
They put the "fun" in fungus relief.
Everyone give her a hand…
Clap!
So good.
Thanks for this.
You got it.
Oh, come on. I don't have finger fungus!
I know.
Come on. Those weren't even my hands!
Oh, come on!