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("Arthur's Theme" playing)

* Once in your life
you find her *

* Someone that turns
your heart around *

* And next thing you know
you're closing *

* Down the town *

* Wake up
and it's still with you *

* Even though you left her
way 'cross town *

* Wondering to yourself *

* "Hey, what've I found?" *

* When you get caught
between the moon *

* And New York City *

(scanner beeping)

* I know it's crazy *

* But it's true *

* If you get caught between
the moon and New York City *

(beeping)

* The best that you can do *

* The best that you can do *

* Is fall in love *

(heavy metal music playing)

Hey, Ruby. Rube!

Yeah, I know, Mike.

"Staplehead."

Your hit.
That was your hit, yeah?

This was it.

Mike:
Fucking turn it up!

Ruby:
You don't have to, alright.

Mike:
Doxxxology.

Fuck yeah!

I had this on CD.

Back in the day.

My daughter tells me
I'm too old to rock,

but I say bullshit.

I work with Ruby Ruin!

Respect you, lady.

-Hey, Victor.
-Hey.

Tour time again.

You interested
in some roadie work
for a few weeks?

Man the merch table?

No. Sorry.

Man: (on PA)
Ruby, you have a visitor

in the break room.

Hey. Uh, drummer, right?

Thanks for answering
the ad.

I'm Ruby.

Yes, you are.

Wow.

This is ama--
I'm Gavin.

Wow. Nice to meet you.

This is fucking amazing,
dude, I'm...

Okay.

I've just been
a diehard Doxxx fan

since I was, like,
two years old.

Dude, this is
fuckin' badass.

My mom said
she'd catch me banging

my sippy cup to "Staplehead."

Just aaah!

Wow. That's--

Gavin:
When I saw the listing

to be the drummer
of Doxxxology

on fucking Craigslist,

I was just, just what,
dude, fucking...

Alright, we leave Monday,
a three-week tour,

mostly bars
and small venues,

but it'll give us time
to tighten up the act,

maybe write
a few new songs,

'cause we end
the tour in Milwaukee,

at the Lariat,
opening for Krampus.

Holy shit, you're opening
for Krampus.

Yo, that's,
that's badass, man.

-Ruby: Yeah, it's a big deal.
-But hey...

if you guys are looking
to freshen up

your material at all,

I do a little bit of, like,
writing of my own stuff--

And you got
your own gear?

Yeah, I've got a TAMA kit
with a double bass pedal

and a vintage amp,
so everything you need.

Great. But wait, no,

what the fuck
do you need an amp for?

I blow my backing vocals
through my fuzz pedal,

and it gives it like this,

this crunchy,
chewy, disgusting...

-(growling)
-Good. Fine.

Fine. You're in.

-I'm in?
-You're in.

Holy shit, dude.

Look at me now,
motherfuckers!

This is gonna rock
so fucking hard.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

I will not let you down,
I promise you.

Alright, RV leaves Monday.
I'll send you the deets.

Gavin, we're all
in our 40s.

Just take a fucking bath.

Take a bath.
Aaahhhh!

(Gavin laughs)

I'm not joking.

Okay.

* Living on
discount macaroni *

* Can't even get a job
with my uncle Tony *

* You sent your goons
to repo my truck *

* What the actual fuck *

* I can play guitar
and I'm a decent singer *

* Now cut my wedding ring
off my dead finger *

* You say you wanna deal
but you're such a phony *

* You're never gonna get
that alimony *

Al! Al. God. Stop.

That's awful. God.

How's the divorce going, bro?

Not good.

The lyrics are temporary.

I just slug out
whatever's in my head,

we can zhuzh it up later.

There's no zhuzhing.
It's a turd.

I don't want to zhuzh
the turd.

We have three weeks, man.

We got to come up
with something that's going

to pop at this
Krampus show.

What's the point?

They're just gonna want
to hear "Staplehead."

The point, Eskie,
is that I'm not ready

to lay down and die
as some fucking nostalgia act.

Are you?

I just moved back in
with my mom,

and I got my AARP
membership this year.

So it's been
a banner year for me.

And Al with his divorce.

It's not going well.

-And you think
law school is gonna--
-Eskie: Law school?

You think I can afford
law school?

It's an online MSL degree.

I can't even afford
to sell out.

It's desperate times, Rube.

Piling in this shitty van
year after year

for the rest of our lives,

driving around
playing Irish pubs.

I swear to Christ,
I'm gonna start crying

I really think about it.

Ruby:
The goal is not this.

The goal is to get back.

To have shit acts
like Krampus opening for us.

That feeling on stage,
the crowd,

do you remember that?

We're metal gods.

What would you do
to get that back?

Anything.

-Anything.
-Ruby: Anything.

We need to do this.

And all we need,

all we need is to write
one new song

that doesn't suck.

I had a kind of a doomy
sort of riff in A,

try this.

(playing riff)

That's not bad.

(laughter)

(woman talking on screen)

(laughter continues)

Geez, where'd you get
this kid?

Juilliard.

Really?

Fucking Craigslist.

Where do you think?

That's wild.
(laughing)

(strumming guitar)

Let's see if Cleveland rocks!

(tapping)

(heavy metal music plays)

So this tape line
goes right here.

-Man: Okay.
-Not here.

-Man: Mm-hmm.
-And not here.

-Man: Okay.
-So I, so I don't hunch.

-Man: Alright.
-I got a sciatica.

-I can't hunch.
-Okay.

Maggie May,

I ain't seen one
of these since Foghat.

Battle Creek,
show us your metal!

(tapping)

(heavy metal music playing)

-(laughter)
-("Benson" theme song playing)

Fuckin' Benson, man.

Al:
Two, three, and...

* Merch girl *

* Working all night *

* Merch girl *

* Fits me just right *

* Merch girl *

* Last one to leave *

* Merch girl *

* Nothing up
her sleeve, yeah *

-Alright. Okay.
-There's no bridge yet.

Fuck a bridge.
What are we,
Christopher Cross?

Just power through it.

What do you think?
There's something there?

Deuteronomy, what do you think?
Something there?

I got my audiobooks on.

Hey, kid,
what do you think?

Why don't you guys just
try to write another song

like "Staplehead"?

I mean, "Staplehead."
That song is, um, good.

So just try and, you know...

make another song
like that.

Why don't I just fucking
traipse into the fucking forest

and capture
a bejeweled fucking Pegasus?

That would be rad too.

Every second of every day,

I try and write a song
like "Staplehead."

I remember the first time
I heard it,

that feeling was like
a needle made of ice

going into my brain.

Like seeing the face of God

and fucking God saying,

"That's what a fucking hit
feels like."

I've been chasing that feeling
for the past 20 years

and never come close.

"Staplehead"'s a fucking curse.

Ruby:
That song ruined my life.

But the song is
your big hit.

We didn't write it.

-What?
-Yeah, we didn't
fuckin' write it.

Our drummer Belinda did,
and she gets all the royalties.

Now that bitch is selling
leggings in the suburbs.

But you guys continue
to play the song.

We have to every gig.
Have to.

And when we're not on stage,
we hear it everywhere.

And we don't get
one red cent.

It's a fucking curse.

Fuck that, though.

Tonight, we open
with "Merch Girl."

I got a feeling about this.

Two, three and...

(strumming)

* Merch girl *

* Nothing up
her sleeve, yeah *

(lone person clapping)

We suck.

Hey,

aren't you the band
that does "Staplehead"?

Play "Staplehead"!

No.

We're not playing "Staplehead."

(playing intro to "Staplehead")

* Up from the dust
above the ruins *

* By fire *

* By flood *

* Atop my rusty chariot *

-* Lusting for your blood *
-Woo!

* Staplehead *

* Tonight is where you rise *

* Staplehead *

* Tonight we rise *

* Staplehead *

(singing falsetto):
* Tonight we rise *

* Staplehead *

-(crowd cheering)
-Yeah! Fucking DeKalb, Illinois,

we love you!

Punk rock metal, baby.

Dude, are you okay?

-Yeah, man, I'm fucking good.
-(cymbal crashes)

You little shit.

You ever steal
my scream again,

I'll break more
than your fucking face.

(siren wailing in distance)

Hey!

Drummer boy.

Krampus!

(evil laughter)

Jesus. It's inane.

This will get you popular
these days,

this Jackass shit?

People love it.

Krampus Cam.
They got Ozzy
with that thing once.

Dude, that was fake.

-(camera shutter clicks)
-And what are you doing?

Our drummer got hit
in the head

with a stapler
during "Staplehead."

That's what
we call provenance.

-Got a secret
little eBay store.
-(door opens)

It's not community property.
Don't tell Edward.

Kid's hanging
with us tonight.

Let's party!

I got to be up early,
man, really.

Acid reflux, man.

Sober ten years.

Cool. Cool. Alright.

Hey, kid.
I'm sorry about tagging you.

Don't let that shit
happen again.

But I'm sorry.

Listen, th-that's me
totally out of bounds.

It's, it's your set.
It's your scream. I'm sorry.

And I know that I'm a lot
to put up with, you know,

but I just thank you guys

for puttin' up with me.

I mean, really.

And I know you guys
are looking for a new song,

and, um, I don't want
to overstep or anything,

but I wrote something
and if it sucks, it sucks.

Just let me know.
Just say it, no harm.

But I want you
to hear it.

It's not like we got
anything else.

Tss... (mouths)

Here we go.
(clears throat)

(rock music playing)

(inaudible singing)

* *

(light clicks on)

What did you think, Ruby?

Uh...

Yeah, there's some
good stuff there, kid.

Keep working on it.

Seriously? Okay.

(laughs)

And I guess
I will leave you guys

to your own party
or whatever.

Ha, ha, ha!

I'm gonna go to bed.
Good night, guys.

(door closes)

Holy shit.

I'm not crazy, right?

Tell me I'm crazy.

It's a fuckin' hit.

It's gonna be "Staplehead"
all over again.

Doesn't have to be.

("Rumble" by Link Wray playing)

* *

So I'm fired.

You're dragging the energy
of the band down.

We're trying to grow wings,
and you're...

You just,
you're not on board.

How'd he take it?

He'll live.

Well, I broke
my sacred commitment

to veganism for this.

I got it, dudes,
thank you.

Hey, kid.

Yo, what's up?
Whoa...

When we play
"Staplehead" tonight...

Mm-hmm.

...I want you
to take my scream.

No, no, no, no, no.

That is not my--

-That's yours.
-Ruby: You have earned it.

(amp drones)

It's a fuckin' honor,
man.

I just need,
I just need
a second if you--

(high-pitched feedback)

(band playing "Merch Girl"

* Merch girl *

* Working every night *

* Merch girl *

* Fits me just right,
yeah *

(scattered applause)

Alright.

Are you ready
for a banger?!

-(audience cheering)
-(tapping)

(playing intro to "Staplehead")

* Up from the dust
above the ruins *

* By fire *

* By flood *

* Atop my rusty chariot *

* Lusting for your blood *

* Staplehead *

* From the blackest depths
of night *

* Staplehead *

* From the dark
into the light *

* Staplehead *

(music ends)

(inaudible singing)

(music resumes)

(singing falsetto):
* Tonight we rise *

(electricity crackling)

(Gavin groans)

(crowd murmuring)

(switch clicks)

(crowd screaming)

(flames crackling)

* *

Mm, do you have
another cigarette?

-Man: Here you go.
-Aw, thanks, I appreciate that.

Man: No problem.

I've got three days
on a deck job.

Manuel.

Jorge and your guys,
Victor.

Eso...

-Tony.
-Vamos, amigos!

Nah, I'm good.
I'm good.

Okay, that's it.

Hey. Hey, Charlie, right?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, Victor said
you're looking for work.

Oh well,
thank you, Victor.

Uh, yes,

I'm, I'm desperately
looking for work.

You have a car?

Uh, yeah.
Just needs gas.

And can you count?

Uh, got 10 good fingers.

My band's going on the road,
and we're looking

for someone
to sell merch,

help out, you know,
whatever needs doing.

The pay sucks,
but you get to visit

the worst bars in America.

Well, shit.

You got yourself
a merch girl.

Holy shit.

Uh, you're Ruby Ruin, right?

(singing)
Staplehead!

(laughs)

Alright.

Let's see if Cleveland rocks!

(playing song intro)

So this tape line
goes right here.

Not here and,
and not here.

-So I, so I don't hunch.
-Deuteronomy: Alright.

Al:
I got a sciatica.
I can't hunch.

* Merch girl *

* Nothing up
her sleeve, yeah *

(lone person clapping)

-(feedback whines)
-We suck.

Hey, aren't you
the band

that does "Staplehead"?

Play "Staplehead."

Ruby: No, we're not
playing "Staplehead."

(playing intro to "Staplehead")

* Up from the dust... *

-(stapler thuds)
-Whoa!

-Charlie: Kid...
-I'm just trying to get
some more on my amp.

Dude, it's so badass!

Okay, okay.
Just... Jesus, kid.

-Just wait--
-Hold still.

Gavin:
It was so intense tonight.

It was just so metal.

It was just metal.

-Yes, it was very metal.
-I thought it was metal, right?

It was very metal.
It was...

super-duper metal.

-Yeah.
-Okay, just turn
to the light a little.

There you go.

You, you think she's mad
at me, though.

Ruby? Uh, yeah.

On account of how
she punched you in the face.

But also, who cares?

I mean, don't get me started
on that "Merch Girl" song.

Slanderous.

I thought
she was cool, man.

I'm starting to suspect
she's actually a real dick.

I know.
Ruby's... she's cool.

She's, she's alright.

Mm, mm...

But maybe, um,
maybe tomorrow, I can,

I can catch a ride
with, with you?

If that's okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

Charlie:
Gav.

Gav.

Gavin!

Jesus.

I admire the commitment
to the craft,

but maybe not with
the metal sticks, yeah?

I mean,
Christ on a cracker.

Metal!

Oh, I get it.
Oh... geez.

What,
what's that thingy?

Oh, well,

I like to keep some eyes

underneath my kit
at every show.

That way,
I can go back...

...and watch my footwork.

Alright.

Check one of these out
right here.

(singing)
* Stalagmite! *

* Stalactite *

* Stalag-sight *

* You might stalag-me *

You, sir, are a magpie.

Magpie?

Mm-hmm.

Self-taught, huh?

No, Juilliard.

Oh.

Ugh. Alright, dude.

I don't want to be
all Felix Unger or anything,

but, uh, this is
my house, you know.

A little respect.

Why do you live
in your car?

Wolves on my fender

so I gotta keep moving.

Some wolves, huh?

You going to be
like this forever?

(sighs) Maybe.

I hadn't really thought
about it that way, I--

Not fully
until just now, actually.

So thanks for that fresh dose
of existential dread.

(growling)

Oh, no, no. Toss it.

I do not consent
to photos.

Well, it's not like
I post them or anything.

It's just for, like,
a mind-collage of my own.

Oh.

That was littering.

Yes, it was.

Gosh, you are just
really dedicated

to not wearing shoes, huh?

If you're wearing shoes,
you're just not grounded,

you know.

Life is a beat, Chuck.

You got to feel it.

Hey, look. See?

Ba-da-da-whoosh.
Ba-da-da-whoosh.

-Right?
-Ba-da-da-whoosh. Alright.

Look, see?

(drumming)

That's the bridge
we went over.

You know?
Little raindrops.

(Charlie chuckles)

Holistic magpie motherfucker.

Yeah. Sometimes I just,
I feel this shit so hard.

Carries me through.

Makes the bad stuff just...

roll right off of me.

(dog barking in distance)

(siren wailing in distance)

Hi.

I owe you one for
taking that little shitheel

off our hands for the day.

You know, that kid really
took a hit for you, right?

God, I hope he didn't lose
any precious brain cells.

You might give him
a break.

Is all I'm sayin'.

He's a vibe-killer.

Can't read a room.
It stresses me out.

He's just nervous.

He worships you.

I got to tell you, Ruby,
I really thought

that being on tour with the band
was going to be like,

you know, one big party,
all fun and bonding,

like... Spinal Tap.

Pre-Jeanine.

Not this cliquey

gate-keepy
high school bullshit.

Consider my eyes opened.
(chuckles)

Hey!

Drummer boy.

Dude, I don't know
what kind of voodoo,

whatever you did,

but thank you.

What voodoo did I do?

Well, I saw you talking
to Ruby last night,

and now she's gonna
let me do the scream.

The "Staplehead" scream.

I've been dreaming
doing it since I was

a little dumb-as-fuck baby.

This is, this is
fuckin' everything, man.

-Thank you.
-Yeah, yeah...

Hey. So, um...

-Oh. Uh, uh...
-You...

I'll, I'll get
a good one for you.

I'm happy for you,
you little scamp.

Alright, let's do
some fuckin' metal.

* Atop my rusty chariot *

* Lusting for your blood *

* Staplehead *

* *

* Staplehead *

* Tonight we rise *

* Staplehead *

* Tonight we rise *

-* Staplehead *
-Let 'em have it, kiddo.

* Tonight we rise *

* Staplehead *

Gavin:
* Tonight we rise *

(electricity crackling)

(crowd murmuring)

I know it's been
a tough night for you all.

We appreciate
your patience.

The ME's ruling your drummer
died by electrocution.

His amp wasn't grounded.

So when he touched
the mic,

it was like
kissing a lightning bolt.

Jesus.

Officer:
It was an accident
due to faulty equipment.

We're impounding the amp
for insurance purposes,

but you can have the rest
of your equipment back.

You all were
on that stage, too.

It could have been
a lot worse.

Wow.

Guess we just got lucky.

(sighs)

Charlie:
Good idea.

(tap running)

What do you figure I can get
for these on eBay?

Don't you fuckin' dare.

I can't stop smelling
that smell.

We did what we did.
Now we gotta move forward.

That song is gonna
change our lives.

Let's keep it together.

Eskie:
About that.

We should get
a recording of the song,

at least a rough demo,

before we play it
at the Krampus show.

We can use his rhythm track,
but we all play the rest.

Really lock in
our ownership.

Then let's do it
right fuckin' now.

And where are we gonna
find a recording studio

in Kenosha, Wisconsin,
"right fucking now"?

Al:
Two, three--

* It's a flash inside
that calls you *

* From the street *

* Drink from the well
so bittersweet *

* It's sugary sweet
it's a fiery treat *

* It's time to eat my
sucker punch *

Judas to the Priest.
That song's pretty good.

Oh, uh, excuse me.
Are you with this group?

Because I have
this booth reserved

as of seven minutes ago.

Oh yeah.
I think they're almost done.

"Murder Girl."

Nice.

Is your band, uh,

death metal
or something?

It's my podcast.
I solve murders.

Oh.

Nice work,
if you can get it.

Charlie: (singing)
* Enter the caverns *

* Of the past *

* Your first trip
won't be your last *

* It's sugary sweet,
a fiery treat *

* It's time to eat
my sucker punch *

Damn, that is an earworm.

-(splat)
-Whoa.

Oh geez. Come on.

Hey. Which one
of you assholes

Shamrock-Shaked
my car?

-Fan: Krampus slays!
-What is this?

Oh my god.
Just clean it.

-Oh, hi.
Excuse me. Hi. Uh, hi.
-Hello.

Do you know
my friend Molly?

-I'm sorry, who?
-Uh, Molly.

-You know, my ex.
-Okay, n-n-nice try, narc.

I-I'm not a narc. I...

You're wearing
pleated khakis,
you know.

Just try harder.
I believe in you.

-Fan: (chanting) Krampus!
-Charlie: Uh, excuse me...

Charlie:
Very good...

Ah, damn it, Gavin.
Respect the domicile.

Geez, honey.

Fan:
You're in Krampus land!

Oh, whoa.

Hold the phone.

* Step into the caverns
of the past *

* Your first sip
won't be your last *

* It's sugary sweet
a fiery treat *

* It's time to eat
my sucker punch *

Magpie.

Oh, great.
Uh, I want to talk to you.

Drop the price of the shirts
if you have to.

I don't wanna bring
any of that shit home.

You know,
it-it's about your new song.

-What about it?
-Well, it's really good.

Which is how I know
you guys didn't write it.

I got a soundcheck.

Okay, just look me
in the eyes

and tell me that Gavin
didn't write that song?

Gavin wrote that song.

Oh. Well, that's true.

But also not cool.
He deserves credit.

And what do we deserve?

That song isn't going
to bring Gavin back,

but it'll change
our lives.

We recorded the song.
We're playing it tonight.

Look, Charlie, I'm just trying
to make something good

out of something bad.

Well, right, but,

but if it's Gavin's song,
people should know that.

There are a thousand ifs.

If I hadn't given him
the scream,

if our roadie hadn't quit
and checked the amp,

if I had anything left
in my garbage life

except one last shot.

This shot.

It is what it is,
and I'm taking it.

I'm sorry about the kid,

truly.

Gotta go.

(sighs)

Something doesn't
sit right, Gavin.

-Krampus!
-(Charlie yells)

-(groans)
-(crowd gasps)

-Shit.
-Whoa!

Ooh! (laughing)

-Okay...
-Krampus in the crapper!

Good shit, man.
That dude's an asshole.

Deuteronomy.

Man:
Yeah, merch girl!

Deuteronomy.

Nice right hook,
merch girl.

I see you're moving up
in the world, huh?

-Is that why you quit?
-Deuteronomy: Quit?

I got canned
on some bullshit.

Huh.

Well, you know, I knew that
Ruby threw a lie in there.

I just couldn't track
the, uh...

This business is built
on relationships.

And amphetamines.

Can I ask you something?
It's, uh, it's about the kid.

The thing that happened
with his amp.

I mean, is that something
that happens?

Yeah, it happens.

Yardbirds, '77.

Lead guitarist bit it
using the same amp.

That's why they have
a death capacitor.

A what?

Old amps used to have cords
with two prongs

instead of three.

If you reverse the plug,

it's like sticking
a fork in a socket.

A death capacitor
keeps it safe.

-So Gavin didn't know that?
-Of course, he did.

He had his amp converted
to three-prong.

It was safe. I wouldn't have
let him use it if it wasn't.

Here, let me show you
what it looks like.

Okay, here's one on eBay.
Identical.

Holy shit.
Can I, can I see that?

Whoa, shit.

Al.

(strumming
without amplification)

Al:
* I'm gonna buy
a new guitar *

* Neck inlaid with pearl *

* To pay my passage
to the underworld *

* I'm gonna crawl up *

* From the afterbirth *

* And wander lonely *

* On this earth *

* Satan, cast
your evil spell *

* Save a place
for us in hell *

* You must learn
we're all gonna burn *

* Because you can't
un-murder someone *

* We electrocuted a lamb
for the keys to the kingdom *

* Now it's time to burn *

Two, three, four.

If you're looking for Al,
he's working on

a new song called
"You Can't
Un-murder Someone."

Sounds metal.

It sounds like
a guilty conscience

unburdening itself
for killing a drummer

via power ballad.

What?

That song

is basically
a confession.

Uh, yeah. Okay.
So you wanna arrest Bob Marley

for singing
"I Shot the Sheriff"?

If he was also selling
Gavin's amp on eBay,

like Al is, then yeah.

I know it sounds nuts,
but I think

that Al switched it out
for a booby-trapped amp

and killed Gavin.

Listen. I know
you really liked the kid.

You're traumatized.
We all are.

But reality now,
equipment mix-ups happen.

Deuteronomy wasn't there
to check it.

-Convenient, right?
-Ruby: Jesus.

Al was on stage
the whole time Gavin was.

You think he would have risked
electrocuting himself?

Or Eskie or me?

Well that's true. Huh.

Huh?

One more show,

and this will all be
in your rearview mirror.

Okay?

Chill out
and keep it together.

Yeah?

-Al: What are you doing?
-You put Gavin's amp on eBay?

It's vintage.

It's evidence. Right?

-I guess.
-You guess?

I haven't taken
Criminal Law yet.

Okay, Clarence Dumbass
and Veggie McShithead.

Listen to me.

We are this close
to nailing this thing.

Keep it
the fuck together!

And do not confess
to murder in a song!

What...?

It's probably okay as long as
you don't sing it under oath.

This is what, ehh,
I'm saying...

Charlie:
Uh, hey, Deuteronomy.

Um, can I borrow
your readers?

You know, I'm trying to see
something on here, and I can't.

No. But how about
the right tool for the job?

Oh, okay. Upgrade.

Huh? Okay.

So Al was being
a real baby

about setting up
his mic stand, right?

(scoffs) Yeah.

Said it was his hunchback
or something.

I tried to teach him
the Pilates

I learned
from Jimmy Page

but no!

Okay. So look at this.

This is from the show
when Gavin died.

Look at the tape.

Somehow in this show,
on this one night,

he got taller.

Huh, I--

Well, so what?
Maybe he wore different shoes?

I mean, why would a guy
with a bad back

suddenly wear
new shoes on stage?

Hmm.

Well, you can't see
his shoes there though.

Oh.

Huh.

* *

(knocking)

Hey. I-I-I come
in peace, I...

Ca-can I borrow that?

-(camera beeps)
-Come on, now.

Show me some
heavy-soled murder shoes.

Gotcha, you son of a bitch.

Whoa!

Holy Toledo.

Rest in metal. Seriously?

Jesus. What now?

You guys are sick
with this bullshit tribute.

You killed him.
All of you.

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

Me? Oh, I don't know.

Maybe, maybe
I'm the highest bidder

on eBay
for Gavin's real amp,

you know, the one you
switched out to kill him.

Or maybe I'm the girl
with the photographic proof

that you knew he was
going to be electrocuted.

You're all wearing Docs
with thick rubber soles

to insulate you
from that electro shit

that you sent
through Gavin.

You know, when you told
the fire inspector

that you got "lucky,"
I knew it was a lie,

I just didn't
put it together.

Y'all made your own luck,
didn't you?

Eskie: You know,
I may not have my degree,

but even I know
that's not legal proof.

Gavin was the real deal,
you know,

and he was a good guy,

and you killed him
just for what?

For some stupid little song
about sucker punching?

It's not just a song.
It's a hit.

You know what, Ruby?

I knew that you were
a has-been.

But it's worse than that.

Alright, you're a hack.

And maybe I won't get to see you
in an orange jumpsuit,

but you'll be in that
orange "Build Box" apron

for the rest of your
sad little hacky life.

Security!

Gavin had talent, okay.
He was metal.

He was real metal.

And you all, you're
the opposite of metal.

Alright? You're talc.

You hear me?
You're fuckin' talc!

She can't do shit.

We play the fuck
out of that song tonight

and everything changes.

Yes?

Let's rock!

Hey, do you mind
swinging past

just over here? Uh...

Thank you. Thanks. I just--
I got to grab my, my bag,

and then I promise to continue
to throw myself out, so...

I better not see you again.

No, absolutely.
I appreciate you.

You're doing good work.
Efficient.

Man:
Hi. Hey, guys.

Any of you know
my friend Lucy?

You know
Lucy in the Sky--

Man 2:
Fuck off, narc.

Man: Okay. Just looking for
some old-fashioned cocaine.

Hey, narc.

My name's Scott.

Charlie:
And that's how Doxxxology

murdered their drummer
Gavin,

I don't know his last name,
for a song.

Yeah, uh, well, that's,
uh, that's a, a lot.

Ah.

I got no proof.

It's a whole lot
of nothing.

Just loose, connected dots.
I'm sorry.

I don't know who I thought
would take this seriously.

Y-y-you know what?
I think it's good.

-You do?
-Yeah.

I think you make
a compelling case.

I mean, some of this
is a stretch,

but you've shored up a lot
of the circumstantial evidence.

I'm convinced.

You think it's enough
to take to your boss?

Why would you want me
to take it

to the VP of Finance
at Nationwide?

Okay, wait.
So you're not a cop?

No, I'm an actuary.
Did you think I was a cop?

Yes, man. Yeah, I thought
you were a narc.

Everyone's been
calling me that.

I think I'm just really bad
at buying drugs.

Yes, you are
really bad at it.

Well, if it makes
you feel any better,

everything you just said
makes perfect sense.

Oh, and since
you're already famous,

maybe you can get
some local news attention.

Hmm? What do you mean
I'm famous?

You don't know.
Oh, your video.

It went viral.

-Krampus: Krampus!
-(Charlie yells)

-(Krampus groans)
-(crowd gasps)

When did that go up?

Uh, it says
four hours ago. Why?

Man:
Charlie Cale?

Hey, Cliff.

I didn't take you
for a TikToker.

It's over, Charlie.
You're coming with me.

Front seat or the trunk.
Your choice.

Hey. You need
something, brother?

What's up, Milwaukee?!

(crowd cheering)

I think it's time
for something fresh.

* It's a flash inside *

* That calls you
from the street *

* Drink from the well
so bittersweet *

* You wrote your number
on the back of my receipt *

* Before you cracked me
with your *

* Sucker punch *

* Step into the caverns
of the past *

* Your first sip
won't be your last *

* It's sugary sweet,
it's a fiery treat *

-* It's time to eat my *
-Fuck you, Ruby.

* Sucker punch *

To the left.

Watch it, man.

(crowd cheering, applauding)

Oh fuck!

Ruby: Thank you!

(crowd cheering)

(Cliff groans)

(cheering
and applause continues)

Changing:
Ruby! Ruby! Ruby!

(laughter)

Eskie:
I like shrimp cocktail
for breakfast.

This is, I can
get used to this.

My friends, in just
three weeks,

you've conquered
the world

To "Sucker Punch."

-To Doxxxology.
-Al: Hey.

Man:
A viral smash.

(glasses clinking)

We got to get caviar
in the rider.

I want this
on the tour bus.

Like, I can get used
to this.

This is my new style.

(indistinct chatter)

Eskie: But I can keep
this pen though, right?

-(door shuts)
-Man: Hold up.

Wait.

No.

What the fuck, man?

We have a big problem.

Yeah. So this
"Sucker Punch" song

came out of nowhere,
and it's everywhere now.

But did it come out
of nowhere? It did not.

Shout out to some of our
older viewers for helping us

connect the dots
on this one.

("Benson" theme song playing)

("Sucker Punch" playing
with same melody)

("Benson" theme song playing)

You ripped off
the theme song to "Benson"

and didn't think
nobody would notice?

-I didn't realize it.
-Eskie: It's,

it's, it's
fair use homage.

It's copyright infringement
that was about to become fraud.

And it is the least
of your problems.

(podcast music playing)

Murder Girl:
You may know the heavy
metal band Doxxxology

for their '90s
hit song "Staplehead."

And for their incredible
comeback hit "Sucker Punch."

Their story sounds like
a rock-and-roll fantasy.

A band of has-beens who get
their second shot at fame.

But what if I told you
that's not the whole story?

Would you kill
for a second shot at fame?

Commit murder
for one hit song.

Welcome to season seven
of "Murder Girl:

Rest in Metal."

Ba-da-da-whoosh.

We got her.

Wow, something
to look forward to.

I'm in some deep shit.

Charlie:
What went wrong?

She killed both of them.

She was lying.
I could tell.

(screams)

You thinking
what I'm thinking?

We have to kill that mother--

* *

Tell me where you are.

Charlie:
I can't be the only one

getting bad mojo
around here.

Sterling Sr.:
There's not a corner
in this country

small enough
for you to hide in.

And I'm gonna hit you
where it hurts.

Now, tell me, kid...

am I lying?

* *

Man:
Watch your back, Charlie.

Look out!

That was intense.

I felt like I was in
"Wolf of Wall Street"
all of a sudden

and not the fun parts.