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♪ Here we go! ♪

♪ In a world filled with confusion that's moving ♪

♪ At alarming speeds ♪

♪ Wake up out of illusion, you're a human ♪

♪ Still able to starve and bleed ♪

I'm here.

- Finally. - Finally.

Really, Travis?

Are you drunk?

Yeah. Like half.

Oh, shit.

Nice of you to join us, Clint.

- You got your whiskey? - Check.

Yeah? Got your weed?

Check.

Good, because you forgot your bass!

Fuck. Sorry, Mel.

- Idiot. - What?

You heard me.

Are you all drunk?

We had some drinks while we were waiting for you.

- Just relax, Mom. - Ah.

I'm sorry, I had to close the shop

while I got the instruments you guys forgot.

Come on, guys. Take this fucking seriously!

Hey.

Hey.

We're The Cuticles.

Nah, dude. Right now,

you're just two drunks and a drummer.

Well, this is rock and roll, Mel.

So chill.

For the record, I am a little drunk.

Great, that's fucking great, Darby.

So you should know that.

Woo! Yeah!

Hell yeah!

Fuck yeah.

One sec.

What up, Rogers?

Okay. We're The Cuticles.

From Bentonville, Arkansas.

Whatever, dude.

You're fucking cool, man.

Fuck you.

Let's hit it!

One, two, three, four!

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

Fuck off.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ What you wanna say? What you wanna do? ♪

♪ What you wanna play? Who you wanna screw? ♪

♪ You know to say, it's coming true, huh? ♪

♪ No one ever learned shit following the fools ♪

- Are you good? - Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah.

Come on.

You don't make my life any easier.

You know that, right?

Yeah, well I was literally just trying to put on a show.

Job well done, if you ask me.

Whatever, yeah.

Number nine.

Thanks.

Ooh. I'm done.

Put a little more sauce on the sandwich.

Huh?

Okay.

- Perfect. - How's that?

All right, babe.

Fuckin' shit, yo. What the fuck.

What's up, hotshot? Mind if I join?

- Do I have a choice? - No.

Cheers.

You know it is bad luck to toast

without making eye contact, right?

You're right.

To Johnny Boy.

To Johnny Boy.

Hey, it's nice to se--

- What's up, bro? You good? - Yeah.

Ready to do this?

I saw you cracked your first Billboard 200.

- You must be so proud. - Mm-hmm.

Not bad.

- Not bad at all. - Mm.

We're going live in three, two, one.

Welcome to the biggest show in the country.

I'm your host, DJ EFN.

And today's guest, you've seen him on your socials.

You heard him on the radio.

He's got the biggest song in the country.

Johnny Boy, what's up, man?

- What's going on? - Cool, man.

Gotta admit, your boy looks good out there.

Number one on the charts will do that to you.

Let me know when the label lets you into the pop department.

I'll show you a few things.

So, Johnny, this hit you got, "Play Your Love,"

five million streams in a week.

A national tour coming up. How you feeling?

Hey, I'm gonna give you a exclusive right now.

- Okay, talk to me. - That tour ain't happening.

The tour's not happening.

- I won't be doing it. - All right, okay, okay.

All right, well, let's-- let's get into

the thought process of-- of writing the record.

I didn't write that, man.

Did he just say what I think he said?

They told you I wrote it?

- What'd he just say? - Holy shit.

Now this just got interesting.

I gotta be honest with you, bro.

I never wanted any of this.

Uh...

The label found me on social media.

- Said I had a good look. - Mm-hmm.

I can't sing.

Uh, it's okay, uh... just, buddy, stop this, stop it.

It's fine, just can you stop? Press the button.

Made some bread. Made money.

Yeah, but...

all money ain't good, man.

Turn everything-- just turn all the buttons off.

Pull the cord out if you have to.

Nick, you've got an uncanny ability, bro.

Stop the interview. Somebody do something.

- For fucking shit up. - This was all a prank.

Had my boy sing a song.

Threw it up on my socials.

And it was going crazy.

Fuck.

So, that's really what I came here for.

Let everybody know that...

Can't sing.

Don't rap.

I don't want to do this anymore.

Take care of yourself, Nick.

Fuck me.

35 years in the music industry.

I have never seen such a shit show.

We'll figure out a way to fix this.

Fix it?

The whole world just witnessed a consummate breakdown

in the music industry and you want to fix it?

If you got a way to zap every teenager's phone

in the fucking country, then maybe we can fix it.

- Otherwise, we're screwed, pal. - Trust me.

I'll figure this out.

- You'll figure this out? - Yes.

- You're fired, Nick. - What?

Did I stutter?

- You're joking, right? - No.

Lou, you told me to scour the earth for the next Bieber

and I did exactly what you told me to do.

You and I both know you would have done

the exact same thing looking at his numbers.

The only difference between us is I wouldn't have got caught.

You got caught. Big difference.

Sit the fuck down.

Sit the fuck down.

Man, you know what?

Being an A&R guy is not that hard.

Pop your phone, go to social media,

and boom, there you are.

Metrics are there, views in real-time,

song samples at the ready.

I mean, I don't even know why I have an A&R department.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Tax write-offs.

You guys are good for a tax write-off.

You know what? Julie!

Yes, Lou?

Get security to escort Nick out.

No, it's okay, Julie. I know where I'm going.

- You leave your parking pass. - Fuck off, Lou.

Did he say "fuck off?"

Um, I think so.

Fuck you!

- I need some tea. - I'm on it.

Travis here?

Yeah, don't fucking get up.

Yo, what the fuck? Don't wake him up, bro.

- Oh my God. - Hey!

What the fuck?

Mel?

- What the hell, dude? - We need to talk.

Later.

Now! Get up!

Okay!

- Yo! What time is it anyway? - Jesus Christ, Travis.

Dude, I've been texting you. You don't check your phone?

My phone's probably dead, man.

- Give me a fucking break. - I've gotta piss.

Nice.

You know, you guys missed sound check again.

I'm barely hanging on to your residency at the Shire as is.

Yeah, well, the sound sucks in that place anyway.

Maybe if you made sound check, it wouldn't.

Whatever.

- Yo. Too much. - Unbelievable.

Okay, so you'd just rather spend all of your time drinking.

Well, this OJ is kind of fire.

You know what? Fine.

Travis, drink your fucking life away,

but when you end up like Steven,

do not expect me to show up at your funeral.

Can you guys take that shit someplace else?

Shut the fuck up, Layne.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

Of all the dive bars in the world.

Jimmy!

What are you doing downtown, man?

You don't remember texting me?

- Did I? - Yeah.

Oh, man. I'm sorry, bro.

I'm-- I'm trying to make this day as forgettable as possible.

Uh, I don't blame you, man.

Yo, you remember that conversation

we had a while back?

Well, I'm ready to come back to National.

It'll be just like old times, man, we can crush it.

Yeah. Hey, can you get my friend a glass of water, please?

- What do you think? - Nick, I can't, man.

- Come on, Feldman. - No, I can't, man.

National's not gonna touch you right now.

Honestly, no label's gonna touch you.

Hey, man, you know it's not personal, right?

You know I got nothing but love for you.

But in all fairness, I tried to warn you

before going over to the Lou, man.

I told you that dude's a killer.

But you know what, man? I get it.

Maybe you needed to-- to spread your wings or something.

Well, I'm done. I'm finished, man.

I don't wanna-- Well, I--

I mean, you thought about taking a vacation?

Now, why don't you take some time off?

Where the fuck am I gonna go right now?

I can't believe I'm about to say this.

Um...

Look, man, I...

I just bought some property up in Arkansas, man.

It's gonna be a while before I get up there.

It's bare.

Why don't you head up there, man?

Did you say Arkansas?

You, uh, you got somewhere better?

Yes, it's Arkansas. What's wrong with Arkansas?

Why would I go there? What the--

That's like the fucking edge of the world, dude.

Yeah, well, hey, if I were you...

the edge of the world seems like the safest place right now.

So here, man, take this.

Come on, let's get yourself together, man.

Wow. This is unexpected.

Are you gonna come in or are you just gonna stand there?

Lisa. Say hi to your Uncle Travis.

- Lisa! - What?

Say hi, damn it.

What up?

Lisa, really?

Teenagers.

Yeah, it's all good.

She's driving me nuts.

So...

Why are you here?

I guess Mom and Dad's wasn't available?

Yo, look at Steven.

He was a G.

Yeah.

It would have meant a lot to us, especially Lisa,

to have you at the funeral.

Look.

You wanna crash on my couch again?

Fine. No problem.

But the fact remains, whether she admits it or not,

my daughter looks up to you.

So, do us both a favor.

Get your shit together.

You are not wearing that to school.

Go change. Take off that makeup.

You suck.

Good morning, sunshine.

Do you have coffee?

No. Go get some coffee from Mel.

Mel doesn't wanna see me right now.

Maybe you should try kissing her ass sometime.

And while you're out, will you stop by a thrift store

and pick up a VHS for Lisa?

What? A VHS?

Yes, Lisa has some school project and she needs one.

Okay, well, why don't you get it?

Because I'm busy, Travis.

And if you're gonna be sleeping on my couch,

the least you can do is help out around here.

Word. I need money.

You got 10 bucks?

I have five, and I expect change.

That jacket's fire.

Lisa, let's go.

I'm changing!

This movie blows, man. It makes no sense.

Mannequin. What are you talking about?

This movie makes perfect sense.

A dude falling in love with a mannequin?

Yeah, that's totally believable.

It's about as believable as a dude

falling in love with a blow-up doll.

Mannequin, blow-up doll?

Shit, bro, give me a cardboard cutout

of Kim Cattrall and I'm in.

You do know she's almost 70, right?

- I'd still hit. - Gross.

Can I help you with anything?

No, I'm straight, just--

- Yo, Pretty in Pink. - It's a dope movie.

And you know that we're having a two-for-one sale today, right?

- Okay. - Do you want

- any other recommendations? - Yeah.

What are you into, man? Like, Kyle's got great taste.

Oh, have you ever seen Hunt for Red October?

- Jesus Christ. - Yo, we're filmmakers,

so, like, we do know movies.

Word, whatever, bro.

- Yo, quick question. - What?

Can you rate Kim Cattrall on a scale from one to ten?

- Who? - Kim Cattrall, like, Mannequin.

- Yeah, - Sex and the City.

Y'all are trippin'.

Total Miranda.

He was nice.

Excuse me.

- What can I get you? - Let's see.

I'll have an espresso with the...

Indonesian Kopi Luwak bean.

- Nice choice. - Thanks.

I know a few things about coffee.

So, let me guess. L.A.?

No, no, no. No, scratch that.

Definitely New York.

Or, better yet, L.A. by way of New York.

How can you tell?

Ironed clothes, accent.

Dickhead demeanor.

Shit. It's not bad.

- I'm Nick. - My friends call me Mel.

So, what do you do for a living, Nick?

Oh, work in the music industry.

- No shit. - Yeah.

Just taking a break right now.

A&R.

- It's, uh-- - No, yeah, I know what A&R is.

Hey, uh, you should-- you should check this band out.

They're playing at The Shire tonight.

- The Cuticles? - Don't ask,

but they're really, really good.

What, are you, like their manager?

No, no, I'm a stripper

and they're my best clients.

Huh?

- Hey, guys. - Yo.

You're in a good mood.

Hey, um...

You know what I was thinking?

No.

Are you still doing those weekly gigs at The Shire?

The Shire?

Been a long time since I've seen you play.

What, are you, like...

Trying to come to a gig or something?

Yeah. Why not?

I mean...

Sure, whatever.

Keep your tits in your shirt, though.

Shut up!

Gravity hasn't hit them yet.

Oh, my God.

What? You think your mom doesn't know how to party?

You're O.D., yo.

She's back!

- No. - No, we don't want her back.

Shut up.

I want a beer.

Excuse me.

You good?

All right. Hey, hey, Shire!

Let's fucking tear this shit up, yo!

Come on! Yeah!

That's my brother.

♪ Back against the wall ♪

♪ Gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'll hold me down, new pills in my mouth ♪

♪ We've been up and down ♪

♪ Since you came around ♪

♪ Movin' on my crown ♪

♪ Since you heard me out ♪

♪ It ain't just coincidence ♪

♪ I won't give in ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't get too surprised ♪

♪ When them dogs come back to bite ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Hungry dogs ain't loyal ♪

♪ Let's keep them on a leash ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Hungry dogs ain't loyal ♪

♪ They bite the hand that feeds ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Ever since you called, I can't sleep at all ♪

♪ Every plan you got sells tickets to my fall ♪

♪ They've seen it all, still you stick around ♪

♪ Seem to be involved every time I howl ♪

♪ It ain't just coincidence ♪

♪ I can't give in ♪

♪ 'Cause can't get too surprised ♪

♪ When them dogs come back to bite ♪

♪ They just hungry... ♪

♪ ...dogs ♪

♪ So let's keep them on a leash ♪

♪ Yeah, they just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Hungry dogs ain't loyal ♪

♪ They bite the hand that feeds ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

Mel! How are you?

He's killing it.

I know. What's good? Are you having fun?

Are kidding me? I love this place.

You can throw teenagers around,

and it's perfectly acceptable.

Okay.

Yeah, it was, like, the best night of my life.

That was... I mean, it-- It was fantastic.

- It was all right, yo. - Can you please stop that?

- Chill, goddamn. - You're incredible.

Um, it was okay, it was okay.

- It was okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, needed some whiskey, to be honest.

I don't know, I thought it sounded amazing.

Whatever.

Ugh, can you stop trying to be the cool guy all the time?

Wait, I'm sorry. Did I detect a smile?

- Nope. - Oh, that's right, I forgot.

Rock stars don't smile.

No, we don't.

Ugh, you're so lame.

- Shut up. - Come on.

- I wanna smoke. - Not happening.

- It's happening. - Nope.

Hey, Nick Stone, A&R.

Nick, Nick, wait!

- Hey! - Your friend is an asshole, Mel.

- They'll do it. - Yeah, well after that convo,

I'm not sure I want to.

Just let me handle Travis, okay?

I don't know.

Come on, look, he needs this, he just doesn't see it yet.

You know rock stars, it's early, he's hungover.

Oh, so noon is too early for him?

No.

Would've told you to fuck off regardless of the time.

Look, just-- just give him a chance, please?

- Fine. - Thank you.

Oh, can you do me a favor?

- Favor? - Yeah, ditch the suit.

What? The suit, lose it.

- Better? - No.

Meet me tomorrow, 29th and D,

12:00 on the dot.

- Wait, where? - You'll find me.

What the fuck is up with these people?

♪ Where we gonna be in a couple of years ♪

♪ Face just wasting in a bottle of beer ♪

What are you listening to?

Word.

- You ready? - For what?

To trade New York for Arkansas.

Here?

- This one is-- - Mm.

Damn.

Where'd you say you work again?

Pacific Records.

Oh, look at you, Mr. Big Shot.

Yeah, something like that.

This smells like weed.

It's a thrift store, dude. Everything smells like weed.

Come on, hurry up.

Not bad.

It's missing something, though.

Here, put this on. Follow me.

I look ridiculous.

I-- I would never wear this any--

- Shut up. - This doesn't even fit.

Oh, yeah.

Doc Martens.

- God, seriously? - Put them on.

God.

- Man, these are-- - Fucking epic?

- Yeah. - Hold on. Just--

I-- I need a second.

It's way too tight.

Oh, man.

So, what's your story?

What, like, how did I get out here

slinging coffee and managing a band?

I guess that's where I was going, yeah.

Coffee shop was my dad's.

To him, coffee wasn't just a drink.

It was art.

- How'd he get the name? - Shakey Grounds?

Ah, he always used to say

that no matter how stable your life may seem...

we are all just living on shaky grounds.

You know that the name is spelled wrong, right?

There's no "E" in shaky.

Yeah. Sign came that way.

I mean, he didn't care, you know.

To him, the magic was in the beans, not the sign.

That was my dad.

God, I used to love going in to work with him.

You know, that's actually how I met Travis.

I still remember that little shit coming in,

all covered in dirt with his toy guitar.

You know, he actually taught me how to play.

- You can play? - Yeah.

- Huh. - I'm all right.

Used to be in the high school version of The Cuticles,

but, uh, life happens, you know.

- Yeah. - My dad died.

Now I'm running a coffee shop,

and I'm the closest thing to a manager Travis has.

And a girlfriend.

What, me and Travis?

That'd never work.

Shit.

Who is it?

I'll give you one guess.

What do you want?

Can I come in?

Are you a vampire?

I guess it depends on the night that I had.

Yo, your mom never told me you played guitar.

We live by a don't ask, don't tell policy in this house.

Can I sit?

Thank you.

Well, you sounded...

pretty good.

Cut the shit. I suck.

I'm just saying. Yo, let me see that thing.

Sure.

What are you doing?

- Using your pick. - That's my lucky pick.

- Don't use that. - Oh, okay. I won't.

Yeah, it was just a little bit out of tune,

but should be good now.

Sick.

- Not bad. - Yeah, whatever. I'm all right.

- It's a badass guitar, though. - Thanks.

Well, well, well. There he is.

- How do I look? - You look great.

I don't know. I just feel funny. Like, I wouldn't wear this.

- Stop it. They're out back. - Okay. All of them?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

I'll be right back.

I know.

- Really? More? - Yeah, you try it.

You're gonna keep going with that shit?

- You try beating this, bro. - Goddamn, dude.

'Cause this shit's impossible.

Spend too much time on that thing.

All right, guys. Ready to get started?

- Yo. Oh, my God, dude. - Look at this. Look at this.

That's so typical.

- Typical? What do you mean? - Yes, man. This...

little starter kit fit thing you're wearing today.

You think that makes you one of us?

You're so hip, man.

Dude, who gives a shit? Whatever.

You got a demo?

Obviously.

We got a demo?

You got-- you got-- you got the demo.

- It's on the hard drive, bro. - Okay, look.

- Here's the deal. - You got a hard drive?

- Hold on, hold on. - Chill.

Guys, give me a few songs. I'll pay for them.

When we're done, if you don't like what you hear,

just walk away.

Come on, man.

All right.

We'll give it a shot, suit.

Since you're paying.

Let's see what you got.

- But we're not signing shit. - Mm-mm.

I'll see you guys later.

Can I get that light?

Let's go, baby.

I'm back. I'm fucking back.

Whoo.

- You guys ready for this? - We're here, aren't we?

All right, let me go in first, alone.

Why?

Because I know how to talk to these guys.

I speak their language. Come on.

Well, we'll just post up here, then.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

Wow.

Anybody here?

Hello?

Hello?

- Oh! - What the fuck do you want?

- Man, easy, easy. - Bobby send you here?

Who's Bobby?

Don't fucking play with me, boy.

I'm not playing.

I'm just looking for a recording studio, man.

That's it. Please, chill.

Shit.

How about that?

We're looking for new clients.

- Good looks, Ray. - Hey, Travis.

- What's up, Ray? - How you doing?

- Hey, Ray. - Hi.

- Welcome to Satin Studios. - Wow.

- Can we smoke in here? - I don't give a shit.

Yo, they got gear, bro.

It's a Fairchild.

Yeah. Mm-hmm. It's what the Beatles used.

- You got an SSL? - Huh?

The board, man.

Oh, to be honest with you,

I don't even know what's in here.

I just won this at a poker game a week ago.

Let me guess. From Bobby?

Ding, ding, ding. Bingo.

Bobby Satin.

I mean, he's had this place since the disco days.

Put his whole life into it.

Normally, I wouldn't take something like that,

but Bobby's an asshole, and a bet's a bet, so fuck it.

You know, when we were kids, he took my bike

in a game of rock paper scissors.

Never gave it back, either.

I fucking loved that bike.

Wait, you had a disco scene in Arkansas?

Something like that.

Cokeheads and bell-bottoms, baby.

- You either dealing or stealing. - That's pretty funny.

- Huh. - So how much?

I think, uh,

50 an hour sound right?

And you're sure all this stuff works?

Like I said, I don't know shit about studios,

but, you know, if I know Bobby,

she'll work like a charm.

Ready to get started?

Whatever, suit.

Yeah, man.

Yeah!

Should be good.

Darby, make sure your timing stays solid.

You drifted a bit on that last take.

Clint, you were a bit behind, too, man.

Travis, can you play something different?

You're literally playing the same exact thing

as what Clint's playing.

You want me to do what?

Give me the guitar. I'll show you.

Word.

Let's see what you got, bro.

Something like this.

That's not even how the song goes, dude.

Fine. Just do it your way.

Word.

Um...

Go.

♪ Back against the wall, gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down, new pills in my mouth ♪

Say the words clearly, dude. You sound like you're mumbling.

Let me guess, you're a fucking singer now, too?

Just-- can we go again, please?

♪ Back against the wall, gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down, new pills in my mouth ♪

Better, better.

Just-- just really try to feel it this time.

Come on.

♪ Back against the wall, gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down, new pills in my mouth ♪

Sounds good, man.

Just a little more energy, and we got it.

♪ Back against the wall ♪

♪ Gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down, new pills in my mouth ♪

Hey, Mel. What's going on?

Yo, I need a break.

Sounds good.

Whatever, Mel.

- You two getting along? - We ain't getting nowhere.

- What's that shit? - Oh.

This, my friend, is called merch.

That way, we can make a little scratch at your shows

instead of just rocking for a bar tab.

Oh, speaking of which, I did get us a gig at the Meteor.

- Wow. - Not bad, huh?

I'm not wearing that shit.

Why do you have to be such an asshole?

♪ We've been up and down since you came around ♪

♪ Moving on my crown since you heard me out ♪

Not bad.

- Not bad at all. - Oh, crap. Not bad.

Yeah, when-- when did you say this came in?

Today.

So Lou doesn't know about it yet?

Not yet.

All I do is win.

Fuck yeah. Okay.

Here's what I want you to do.

Forward me that email,

then delete that shit from Lou's inbox.

Make sure he never sees

or hears a thing about it, yeah?

- You know I could get fired. - Uh-uh, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't you worry about that.

While you're at it, hit Nick up with a phone call

and tell him Lou wants a video.

Where'd you say these guys are from?

- Arkansas. - Arkansas?

It's Arkansas.

Oh, I know how it's pronounced. That was a joke.

You know, you can thank the French for three things.

Croissant, cigarettes, and the silent--

- Silent S. - You know your stuff.

- See you at the bar later? - Uh, I-- I don't--

That sounds like a yes.

I'll see you there. All right, good night.

- Hello? - Hey, Nick.

- Julie, hey, what's up? - Lou saw the tape.

He did?

- And? - He loved it.

Oh, that's great. Oh, that is great.

But he wants to see a video.

Seriously?

Lou is never not serious.

Welcome.

What is this shit?

- It's our set, man. - What?

- Yeah. - What do you think?

- This? - Yeah.

What about her? What about boots?

It's eye candy.

Are you serious right now?

It's gonna be great, Travis, trust me.

Yo, this is not even my bass, guy.

Guys, wait a second. Let me go get you your outfits.

Outfits?

That looks like that'll fit you.

What, is this supposed to be for me?

Bro, we're not rifles and fucking daisies.

- I'm not wearing this shit. - No shot, man.

Okay, so what do you want to wear?

Not this shit.

Don't blame me. Mel picked it out.

Fuck did I do?

You didn't pick this out, did you?

Well, uh,

this is definitely a new look.

We look like clowns, Mel.

Hey, you threw away the T-shirts.

Whatever.

I'm, like, this close, just so you know.

Oh, yeah?

So, uh-- so it's a bad time to ask for a selfie?

Stop.

I'm not happy.

The shit I'd do for you, I swear.

- Fucking basement. - Whatever.

What is this shit?

Bro.

Oh, my God.

- Let's go, man. - All right.

Yo, stop!

♪ Back against the wall, gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down, new pills in... ♪

- Cut! - Um, we're the directors.

We say cut.

Travis, look like you're having some fun, man.

- Move around. - This is bullshit, guys.

You know this is fucking bullshit.

- Whatever. - All right, back to one.

Let's try this again. Come on.

- Again? - Yeah.

A one, two, three, four.

The fuck, man? What is she doing?

- Cut! - Dude, we say cut.

- Yeah, come on. - She's just a dancer, Travis.

What do you mean she's a fucking dancer, bro?

We don't make fucking dance music!

Have you ever listened to our shit? Ever?

It looks great. You guys all look great.

This is bullshit, dude.

Travis, Travis, I'm just trying to make you go viral.

Yo, viral? Are you fucking crazy?

We don't have a fucking social media.

You don't know shit, dude.

Mel, I fucking told you, Mel. You happy?

Are you fucking happy?

This is exactly what I knew was gonna happen.

Yo, we're out. We're out. No.

Guys, it looked good. Travis, where are you going?

Fuck off, man.

Keep your stupid bass, bro.

Where are you guys going?

Goddammit! Fuck!

It was the fucking stupidest shit ever!

Why the fuck would I have done that?

- I look like a fucking idiot. - You got that right.

How long have you been there?

Long enough.

Wait, did you start a cover band or something?

Not now, Lisa. Goddammit.

Okay.

Yo.

Where'd your mom go?

No idea. Not my day to keep track of her.

Oh, man.

She went out with some friends.

I don't know when she'll be back.

Do you want me to text her or anything?

No, don't text her.

Just tell her that if-- if she gets back before I do,

just let her know I took her car.

And hey,

buy pizza or something.

- Hey. - What?

You might want to change first.

Fuck. You're right.

It's cold out there.

Yup.

Is it cool?

Okay.

You drinking?

I mean, you don't have a drink with me when I ask.

Oh, just shut the fuck up, Travis.

What do you want?

I just...

I mean, can we talk? Is it okay if we talk or...

Hard pass.

All right, I guess we can just sit here quietly then.

You're such a fucking asshole. You know that?

Word.

Want to tell me what happened to us?

Because we used to be a team.

We're a fucking team, Mel.

- Yeah? - Yes.

We're just...

We're a fucking team.

After Steven died...

it does not feel like it.

You don't mean that.

Just stop.

Maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

But right now,

after five drinks, sure feels like I do.

Well, then give me a fucking cup

so I can catch up to your ass.

You know, that-- that's your fucking problem.

You're always just playing around.

And if you're not playing, then you're wailing around

like you're super fucking complicated

when-- when in reality...

you're just another self-absorbed musician

that is a single guitar stroke away

from blowing your fucking brains out.

You know, you think-- you think

that the world owes you something

because of all your pain,

but let me-- let me tell you a secret.

You're not that complicated, Travis.

You're just a fucking asshole

that treats everyone like shit,

so they don't see what you really are, which is scared.

Wow.

I wish you knew that...

it wasn't your fault that Steven killed himself.

Please, just...

for real...

don't go there.

See?

Fucking scared.

I'm not fucking scared, Mel.

You want me to fucking go there?

You know what I fucking deal with every single day?

Tell me.

Knowing that I fucking killed my best friend

with pills that I gave him?

I got him hooked on it?

Knowing that I fucking...

He should fucking be here right now if it wasn't for me.

You know what kind of fucking, like,

mental fuck that is?

No.

That shit messes you up, man.

The guilt that I feel every fucking day

because of his fucking...

Goddammit.

You're right.

I don't know how it feels.

But I do know.

I do know...

that if you didn't give them to him...

someone else would have,

and he would have happily taken them

because Steven was fucked up.

You just have to accept that.

Please.

It's kind of hard, you know.

Yeah.

You know what?

Come on.

- Come on what? - Come on, follow me.

- Where? - To your car.

- Car? - Okay.

Well, I sure as shit ain't driving.

- Easy. - Come on.

I'm a designated driver?

- Yeah. - Holy shit.

♪ I walk into the room ♪

♪ I've seen it all before ♪

♪ I walk into the room ♪

♪ I've seen it, I've seen it all before ♪

♪ Is it just another night, just another night ♪

♪ Night people ♪

♪ Well, you're going downtown ♪

♪ And you're looking for something ♪

♪ That you haven't got ♪

♪ Well, you were going downtown ♪

♪ And you're looking for the haves and the have nots ♪

♪ Night, people ♪

♪ Yeah, night people ♪

No.

♪ Night, people ♪

I'm not dancing. I think you're wasted.

No, I'm not.

Fuck, I needed that.

- Lisa? - Who?

Hi.

Come over here. Who-- what's--

Yo, get the fuck out of here, guys.

- Come on. - Bye.

- What are you doing? - Having a good time.

Are you drinking?

Are you drinking?

Oh, my God. Um...

we're gonna take you home

before your mom commits a double homicide

and I'm fucked for the rest of my life.

- Come on. - Stop. Wait here.

I-- I-- I'm so sorry.

- I got to deal with this shit. - It's okay.

Go easy on her.

I'll do my best.

Um, need a ride or...

Nah.

I'll Uber.

I'm sorry.

Someone's in love.

Stop it. Go.

All right, nope. Go.

Yeah. There you go.

- I'm so fucking dead. - Hey, watch your language.

Why? Dead people can't talk.

May as well get it out now.

I'm just fucking with you.

But real talk, couple mints,

clean pair of PJs, you're gonna be fine.

Really?

Yes, but just don't fucking do that shit again.

For real, Lisa.

That's how yearbook photos become Amber Alerts.

It's like, not funny.

I hate my yearbook photo.

Yo, actually, I hate mine, too.

- Like, all of 'em. - Right?

What'd you think about the music, though?

- It's cool. - Just cool?

Yeah, it's cool.

Classic rock, whatever.

I like my music with some edge.

Dirty, rough, wild.

Kind of like your shit.

You like my shit?

Yes, I mean, at least your shit's honest.

Hey, let's fucking go.

You have taste in music. I knew it.

- Oh, my God. - I knew it.

Wait, so you and Mel, though?

- Like... - No, yeah, stop.

- No, no, no. - I saw you guys kiss.

- What? Zoo-zoo-zoo. - What?

- We're not going there. - You're not gonna tell me?

Get out of the car and be quiet.

- She'll hear you. - Oh my God, Okay.

- Hey. - What up?

Uh, can I come in?

- Yeah. - Cool.

Whoa, your guitar is sick.

You mean, um, your guitar.

- Wait, you're giving me this? - Yeah.

It's kind of beat up and old,

but I feel like you could bring it back to life.

That guitar got me through

a lot of shit when I was your age.

I just wish I knew how to play like you.

Hey, how about this?

How about I'll teach you to play like me,

then in two years from now, you teach me to play like you.

- Deal? - Deal.

Yeah. Hey, hey, okay.

All right, if your mom sees you hugging me,

she's definitely gonna know you've been drinking,

so chill with that.

- Thank you. - Yeah, of course.

You're gonna look badass with that thing.

- You have fun, okay? - Okay.

Yo.

What up, Suit? What's up?

- Yo, you want to make this work? - Absolutely.

- You're in A&R, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, so you find the deal,

we'll do the producing.

I don't want any fancy shit.

I don't want-- I don't want any notes.

That's what it is.

What do you say?

All right.

- Don't fuck this up, man. - Yeah.

Yeah, these guys can really sing,

I'm telling you.

Come on, man, how long are you gonna hold that over me?

So then you got the-- Yep, loop it.

David. It's Nick.

Nick Stone.

Hello? David.

Oh, it's funky.

Yeah, and loop it.

- Down there. - Loop it.

I like that.

Just loop the whole thing.

No, Craig, this isn't a joke.

Lou's already got him on his radar.

Craig. Craig.

We're coming back to the one at the beginning?

Yeah, and just looping it.

- Okay. - Just looping the whole thing,

and do what he's doing on the...

Yeah, do the octave up thing.

So, you got...

♪ If you think you could-- ♪

"If you're thinking you might..."

Might.

"If you think it'll look good..."

- Good. - What'd you say?

"Hold up, hold tight. It looks better at night."

All right, word, cool, cool, cool.

Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah, I said Arkansas.

What's wrong with Arkansas?

You got one, two, one, two, three, four...

♪ If you thinking you could ♪

♪ If you thinking you might ♪

♪ If you thinking you ♪ ♪ You could ♪

That's right.

Then wait, hold tight.

♪ It looks better at night ♪

Yeah. Fuck yeah.

Yes.

- Yo! - Yeah, dude, fire.

- That's fire. - Bro, that was it.

Suit, Suit, Travis needs you in the back.

Okay, just tell him I'll be in in one second.

Okay.

What's up, man?

- Yo, that show you booked us? - Yeah.

You gonna label people there?

I'm working on it.

But does it really matter? I mean, we could just film it

and send it to him.

Nah, dude.

It's the shit you gotta hear live, man.

Hi, there.

Nice fucking suit, dude.

I know.

Uh, yeah, I was wondering if you could tell me

where I can find the band, The Cuticles?

- Who's asking? - Ooh, I like this one.

She's spicy, extra picante.

Brad Goldman, Pacific Records.

Oh, shit, you work with Nick.

Well, uh, something like that.

- Uh... - We got it.

I think so.

- You sure? - Whatever, we'll work it out.

It's like, it's the fucking--

- Shit. - What's the problem?

- He is. - Me?

- Me? - Yeah, you.

What are you talking about?

Oh, you can't hear me?

How about now, is that better?

You don't work for Pacific Records. Do you, Nick?

I used to work there.

- Used to? - Yeah, I freelance now.

Oh, is that what you call it?

You know why he doesn't work for them anymore?

Because that's the guy behind the Johnny Boy bullshit.

Okay, hold on.

That's not entirely true, you guys.

I sent your tape to Lou Bernstein himself.

And who the fuck is that, bro?

The head of the label.

You sure about that, Nick?

Cause I think if you were to call Lou Bernstein,

you'd see he had no idea

what the fuck you're talking about.

Come on, this is not who you want to deal with.

- Trust me. - Trust you?

You've been saying that a lot, dude.

Nick...

have a modicum of self-respect

and take a walk while you still can.

Mel and I have some business to discuss.

Get lost.

Yeah, so who the fuck are you?

Oh, just the man to make y'all rich and famous.

How does that sound?

- It's a nice bike. - Yeah, man.

Yeah, Mel told me you like bikes.

I do.

Liked them since I was a kid.

Aw.

Well, enjoy it.

It's yours now.

Obviously, courtesy of Pacific Records.

You know I ain't signing shit, right?

I think you will.

Little advice.

In life, and especially right now,

don't stress out over the details.

It's my job.

Just enjoy the ride, man.

And do what you do best,

making and performing killer fucking music.

All right, tough guy?

Yo, you label guys are funny.

Big show tonight?

Yeah.

Are you nervous?

I-- I mean, no.

I'll just take a walk, you know,

clear my head, I'll be straight.

Yeah.

Take this.

Your lucky pick?

Yeah.

My dad gave it to me when I was a little girl.

Said it would bring me luck when he wasn't around,

but I think you might need it more than I do right now.

Nice bike.

Let me guess, courtesy of--

Pacific Records.

Yeah.

Must come in the employee handbook or some shit.

Yeah, some shit like that.

I'm not gonna lie, Suit.

It's a good line.

They teach you that before or after

you sell your soul to the devil?

Before.

True.

You know what, Suit?

My buddy, Steven...

that's all we ever fucking dreamed about, man.

Our name in lights.

Girls going crazy.

Fucking short days, long nights,

all that rock star bullshit they try to sell you on.

Then he died.

You know, none of this shit, this means nothing to us, bro.

If we make it, cool, whatever.

If we don't make it, that's cool, too.

It's not what it's about.

I'm just trying not to laugh, man, because...

we spent so much time dreaming about what could be.

Fucking get here...

He's gone, and our name is spelled wrong

on the motherfucking marquee.

You know, I could go talk to the guy

and have it fixed, dude.

Yo, just shut up, man. Like, do you ever listen?

This shit doesn't fucking matter, bro.

None of this shit fucking matters.

Spell it with a "Q" for all I care.

That's not what this is about.

It's not The Cuticles, bro. Not anymore.

Not without Steven.

- Chill, bro. - Bro.

Where is he though?

- Fuck Travis. - Hey, guys.

Anyone got eyes on Travis?

- Any minute now. - Yeah.

Oh, geez, day one and already missing sound checks.

Fucking rock stars, love it.

Uh, please tell me y'all inked your John Hancock's

all over my contract?

Yeah, we're, um, waiting on Mel for that.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

We're-- we're not waiting for Mel on that.

We need to get you guys signed right here, right now.

Comprende, amigos?

You guys speak Spanish, right?

You wait here, I'll be right back.

- You got something on your tie? - Hm.

No, you don't. Fucking idiot.

Now, that guy's funny.

Like your, uh, marijuana usage.

- Drugs. - Fuck you.

Yeah, all right.

- Darby. - Travis is missing.

What do you mean, missing?

I don't know, man.

You're the only one I could think to call.

Okay, um, just, uh, let me call Layne.

He's probably over there, drunk.

Clint already tried. I think his phone's cut again.

Look, that Brad guy is here, too.

I don't know what to say, man.

Shit. Just stall.

Stall? What the hell do you mean, stall?

Yes, Darby, just stall. Smoke him out.

Tell Clint to give him a lap dance for all I care.

Just... [sighs] ...just stall.

"Just stall."

What the fuck does that mean?

Where's Travis?

I don't know, Mel.

So he hasn't been here?

He was here earlier.

Then he hopped on that sweet new bike and took off.

Bike? What bike?

One that record dude bought him.

Move.

Okay, think, Layne. Think.

Where could he have gone?

- I honestly don't know, Mel. - Oh, shit.

My head is slamming, dude.

You're a fucking idiot.

Hello?

No! I gotta get out of here, dude!

- Travis! - Fuck me!

Fucking Mel, Christ, thank God.

Yo, tell this fucker I got a gig to get to right now.

Sorry, we still have another X-ray to take.

No, dude! I'm not doing shit!

I got a show! Tell him, Mel.

Travis, you can't perform like this.

Yes, I can. Just tell him.

Fuck!

How are you gonna play guitar with a busted arm,

- you bonehead? - Shit, ow.

- That really fucking hurts. - I'm sorry.

I got an idea, okay?

I just-- You ain't gonna like it.

- No. - Yes.

- No! - Just yes.

This is nuts. You know that, right?

Yeah.

So let's get it over with.

What the hell happened to you?

Got into a fight with a Harley, and the Harley lost, bro.

Look. I need a favor, man.

Can't fucking play like this tonight.

- You need a favor from me? - Yeah, a favor.

You owe me one, Suit.

You want me to come play with you tonight,

so you can sign with Brad, that motherfucker.

Bro, fuck Brad, man.

If you ain't gonna do it for me, do it for fucking Mel.

Come on.

All right.

But if Brad flips, it's not on me.

Chill.

If he flips, let's just hope he could stick a landing.

Come on.

You're bringing your A-game tonight, man.

- Let's go. - All right.

- Fuck. - You're sitting in the back.

Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles!

Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles!

Thank God.

What the hell happened to your arm, bro?

What?

What's he doing here?

The right thing for once in his life.

All right, well, who's gonna play the guitar now?

- This dude. - No.

- No. - What?

Yup.

Okay.

- No, man. - It's good.

Yo.

Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles...

Yo, B?

You good?

Travis, man.

I'm in A&R.

I mean, I know how to play the riffs and all,

but, dude, this is a lot.

Give me the guitar.

Fuck's going on here?

What?

She doesn't know any of the songs.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Come on.

You got us this far. I'm gonna take it from here.

She's got it.

Come on. Let's go.

Get-- get your ass out there. Let's go.

- All right. - This is gonna be interesting.

We're fucked.

Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles!

Hey.

F-sharp. Keep it funky, okay?

Hey, this is rock and roll.

Let's go.

Yeah!

Yes, fuck yes.

Let's go, let's go.

Hey! All right, yo.

Let's fucking do this.

♪ I've been at these bars, I've been playing these clubs ♪

♪ And there's nowhere times when they pay you in drugs ♪

♪ I can't come down to you, give me some love ♪

♪ I just knew it when you walked in the room ♪

♪ So what could I do, but stay in the group ♪

♪ Baby girl, I'm all in, I got nothing to lose ♪

♪ This ain't for the views, ain't tryin' to be rude ♪

♪ But I got somethin' for you if you're still in the mood ♪

♪ So what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ When I come through ♪ ♪ When I come through ♪

♪ See, there's just one thing ♪ ♪ There's just one thing ♪

♪ I'm asking you ♪ ♪ I'm asking you ♪

♪ So tell me the truth if you're thinking you could ♪

♪ If you're thinking you might ♪

♪ If you think it looks good ♪

♪ Hold tight, it looks better at night ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ It feels better at night ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Hey, feels better at night ♪

Whoo! Come here!

♪ Uh, what you think I'm lying? ♪

♪ You know I only speak truths ♪

♪ So what you gonna do ♪ ♪ What you gonna do ♪

♪ When I come through ♪ ♪ When I come through ♪

♪ See, there's just one thing ♪ ♪ There's just one thing ♪

♪ I'm asking you ♪ ♪ I'm asking you ♪

♪ So tell me the truth ♪

♪ If you're thinking you could ♪

♪ If you're thinking you might ♪

♪ If you think it looks good ♪ ♪ If you think it looks good ♪

♪ Hold tight, it looks better at night ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It feels better at night ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

This whiskey is shit.

Okay.

The fuck?

- We killed that shit! - Yay!

I can't believe it. Wow.

Yo, Nick, come on, man.

- Party with us. - Oh, dude, thank you.

We, we killed that shit. You put up with my ass.

- I did. I did. - Come on.

- Get in here, Suit. - Bring it in.

Bring it in. Hey, Darby, grab your phone out.

We gotta capture this moment. Let's get a pic.

- Check this out. Ready? - Get it on.

- Yeah. - Everybody, get in!

- Cheers! - There you go.

Hey!

- Here he goes. - Come on.

Congratulations.

Yeah, enjoy the champagne while you still can

cause that's all you're gonna get.

- What? - Yeah, unfortunately, brother,

there's no contract if he is involved.

I'm not involved.

Seriously?

Okay, great. Um, I'm so glad to hear that.

I guess we're back on track, then.

Actually, he's our manager.

Travis, come on.

Dude, I appreciate that, but you guys don't need me.

Dude, listen to him.

For once he's not lying

his Sesame Street-looking face off.

Whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's all good, dude.

We need you just like you need us.

Right?

How about Shakey Grounds Management?

That sounds pretty lit. That does sound pretty good.

Mel's gonna keep the trademark, though.

Dude. Fair enough. Fair enough.

Travis. You can't be serious, dawg.

No, I'm dead serious.

That being said, I did make a call.

- Did I hit my cue? - Perfectly.

What's up, little man?

- Give me some love, baby. - What's up, man?

Guys, I want to introduce you to Jimmy Feldman

from National Records.

- Hey, National. - Pleasure, pleasure.

What's up? What's up, man?

Feldman, what the hell are you doing here?

Well, as you would want to know, I came to Arkansas

to visit a good friend, and as luck would have it,

Nick told me about this amazing band.

I mean, it's no business like show business, right, Brad?

You're too late, Feldman. They already signed with me.

Mmm, is that right?

I didn't sign anything.

- No. - Did you guys sign something?

- And there was that one-- no. - Yeah.

Dude, I gave you a fucking Harley, bro.

Get the fuck out, douchebag.

- Hey, Lisa! - What?

- Ooh. - You heard the lady.

Fuck off, Brad.

Big fucking mistake, guys. Big fucking mistake.

Can you go with Feldman?

Okay, fuck off, guys.

Good luck, you talentless hacks.

- Fuck off - Bye!

Yo! With the closer, though?

- For real? - The show was insane.

Hey, by the way...

your dad was a legend.

Thank you so much. This is amazing.

Yeah.

You...

- Hey. - Hi.

You were, um...

You were amazing tonight.

- They are fucking. - I knew it.

Told you.

Well, this just became a bad rom-com.

- Shut up, Lisa. - Sorry.

All right, well...

What do you say we, uh, try that picture again?

Hey, will you take it this time?

Yeah, can I get one after?

Yeah, of course.

Say cheese.

Rock stars don't smile, yo.

Shut up, Travis.

Yeah, I got it.

For sure. I'm gonna hook it up.

- Okay. - Yeah, man. Thank you.

- Hey. - Hey.

Wait, are you the guy that put my uncle

in a spiked leather jacket?

Yeah. It's pretty cool, though, right?

Yeah. Really cool.

- Good night, guys. - Good night.

- Oh! - Love you all.

- Have a good night. - Love you.

See? Told you it'd be a good team.

Yeah.

♪ Now we gotta be out, to my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave 'em, I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Now we gotta be out, to my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave, I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Love this stuff, Hate city, come on ♪

♪ Near the everglades, west of the beach ♪

♪ My wretched little city's infected with heat ♪

♪ It's infested with freaks, reeks of sex in the street ♪

♪ Filthy and synthetic, it's decrepit and bleak ♪

♪ Where angelic deceit sneaks and settles with in ♪

♪ The sweet soul of every woman with a devilish grin ♪

♪ You can smell it in the wind the minute you get near ♪

♪ Start swelling with sin with every second spent here ♪

♪ The threat's clear since tourism boomed ♪

♪ Superstars moving in, who steal our women and booze ♪

♪ Now they pissing in a pool ♪

♪ We call the Atlantic Coast ♪

♪ Ain't the end of the world, y'all ♪

♪ But, damn, it's close ♪

♪ So peace to my folks ♪

♪ Peace to my crew ♪

♪ Peace to all the misery ♪

♪ I've clearly been through ♪

♪ Cause now we gotta be out ♪

♪ To my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave ♪

♪ I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Now we gotta be out ♪

♪ To my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave ♪

♪ I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ We gotta be out ♪

♪ Yo, we out of this Love Hate City ♪

♪ Thank God for the place where I came from ♪

♪ Where the women are beautiful but unstable as they come ♪

♪ For the sun, the blue of the calm seas ♪

♪ Thick humidity and wind ♪

♪ That moves through the palm trees ♪

♪ Armed thieves and corrupt pigs ♪

♪ Who stayed out our suburbia and let us be just kids ♪

♪ That's where the love lives, that's why we must give ♪

♪ A 110 percent of ourselves ♪

♪ Till you bump this ♪

♪ Ain't it some shit, we're not blowing up ♪

♪ Didn't do a lot of growing vertically ♪

♪ But did a lot of growing up ♪

♪ A lot of throwing up in Day County ♪

♪ Everyday, I did our own thing ♪

♪ And did it every day proudly ♪

♪ Peace to my folks, peace to my crew ♪

♪ Peace to all the misery I've clearly been through ♪

♪ 'Cause now we gotta be out, to my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave, I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Now we gotta be out, to my people, peace out,

♪ Mandatory that we leave I'm sorry y'all but we out ♪

♪ We gotta be out ♪

♪ Yo, we out of this Love Hate City ♪

♪ City, we gotta be out ♪

♪ Yo, we out ♪

♪ Of this Love Hate City ♪

♪ City, city ♪

♪ Love Hate City ♪

♪ Love Hate City, you have done me so proudly ♪

♪ But now we must leave you ♪

♪ For you tend to doubt me ♪

♪ It's all for the best and your better without me ♪

♪ When asked where I'm from ♪

♪ I'll say your name loudly ♪

♪ Now where you coming from? ♪

♪ What Love Hate City you coming out of? ♪