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(acoustic guitar strumming theme music)

(neon sign buzzing)

(buzzes, crackles)

(rattling)

(grunting)

(rattling continues)

Uh, cups, ice, anything?

-No. -Huh.

Gotta say, I never delivered a keg to a guy with no cups--

Oh! Okay. Um, there we go.

Thank you. Yeah, I'm sure you've got places to go.

-Okay. Thank you. I'll-- -Door's right here. Thank you.

All right. (chuckles)

Hey! Come on! Hurry up.

-He's gonna be here any fucking minute. -(chatter)

-Hi. -Hey. Thanks for coming.

-(chattering excitedly) -All right, guys.

Look, I know this is secret, but I promise you,

it's going to be worth it, all right?

-(chattering continuing) -Okay, guys, listen, listen. So, so--

-I'm kind of drunk, but I could-- -(chattering continues)

Hey, hey! Sh-Shut the fuck up!

(inhales)

I found him.

Who?

Graham Husker.

The... Graham... Husker?

Yes.

So, he's, like, buried here?

-No. No, he-he's alive. -Where?

-(scoffs) -Oh.

Shut the fuck up, dude. This isn't funny.

I know, I know it's not funny because it's true.

That guy's been missing for, like, 20 years.

-Logan: Twenty-four! -I'm sorry, what are we talking about here?

-Graham-- -Oh, hey! So, um, it's 1993.

U2 wins again for best album at the Grammys,

and Bono gets up on stage and he says,

"The best record of the year was made

"by a 16-year-old kid named Graham Husker.

His album is entitled The Murderer"--

And everybody's freaking out because nobody knows who that is.

And the next day, people are scouring the record stores,

and there's no Graham Husker!

And this is before the Internet! Nobody knows what's going on!

All these bootleg cassettes start making their way around,

and it starts spreading like wildfire--

My dad actually got one when he was in college!

That's how I first heard it.

It was this raw, basic, acoustic five-song EP--

It was like a rock opera, on an acoustic guitar,

about a boy who loved his mother so much...

and she loved him, and then it all went bad.

-'Cause in the story, the boy fucking kills his mom. -Mm-hmm.

-So fucking awesome. -Dark as shit.

And so, he can't take the pressure of fame.

He's like this crazed, fucked-up loner.

And then, in 1996,

they find his car, smashed to shit

on this bridge over this raging river,

and he's nowhere to be found.

There's just a note in his car and it says,

"I am not a musician."

Wow. You guys are really excited about this.

Guys, guys, guys! Here, get this! Sit down! Sit still!

So I'm at The Turtle, right, for open mic night,

and then he comes up and he performs on stage,

but it's under a fake name, Gary Horton.

Gary Horton, Graham Husker.

And he looks completely different, all beat to shit,

but goddamn, that fucking...

that voice...

that voice was unmistakable.

And so, like, after I finished freaking out,

I went up to him, and, of course,

he denied it over and over again,

but then I just-- I just looked him square in the eyes...

and I said... (sighs)

"Your music meant so much to me,

and I just want you to know that."

-That is so fucking awesome! -Anyway,

so he blew me off, right? But get this shit.

I'm walking to my car,

and he comes running after me, and he says,

"I want you to gather

"four people and yourself,

"no more, no less.

"I want you to get a keg of Keystone Light...

"and I will perform the album for you,

live tonight."

-I swear, if you're fucking with me, man, honest-- -(door creaks)

(chuckles nervously)

M-Mr. Husker.

It-it's an honor. I...

just... (clears throat) wanted to say what an honor it is...

-(slurping) -...uh, for you to be performing for us tonight.

We're all, uh...

I mean, we're-- we're all huge, huge fans.

All of you? (pants)

(murmuring assent)

It's good stuff, yeah? I--

(unzipping)

(keg rattles)

(slurping)

Phones.

-Oh, yeah! -No recording.

In the bag.

(tuning guitar)

Logan (sighs, whispers): I'm so jealous.

You get to hear this for the first time.

I don't have a pick.

I lost my pick.

-I can't play without a pick. -Don't you have picks?

You always have picks on you.

(chattering indistinctly)

You didn't tell us what we were gonna do. We didn't know.

(chattering indistinctly)

Here you go.

This song's called "Cradle Me."

♪ Cradle me, cradle me ♪

♪ In your loving arms ♪

♪ Cradle me, cradle me ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Before I get too big ♪

♪ 'Cause if I get too big... ♪

(stops playing)

(Graham sighs)

♪ It'll break my heart! ♪

♪ Always running under cover of a moonlit night ♪

♪ And I don't know where to go ♪

♪ Always calling for you, Mother ♪

♪ Will you take my hand, oh Mother? ♪

♪ Where'd you go? ♪

-(sighs) -(stops playing)

(burps, gags)

Excuse me.

(door slams)

(gasps)

(muffled laughter)

-(whispered chattering) -Okay, shh, shh, shh.

(whispering): This is crazy, he's fucking fucked up and shit!

(whispering): I know! It's like worse and better than I could've hoped for!

And only the five of us get to see him! What the fuck?

(Graham retching)

Do you think we should check on him?

-(unzipping) -Dude, what are you doing?

He said no phones!

Yeah, I know, but I have to film this, it's too epic.

Yeah, but if he sees you--

-(toilet flushing) -We're moving.

You guys enjoying yourselves?

-Absolutely! It's so good! -Yeah. The enigmatic experience, it's like really awesome!

-It's... it's... -(others murmuring)

What about you?

I don't understand why you're doing this.

Logan (whispers): Hey!

(clears throat)

(tuning guitar)

"Hold Me Steady."

♪ I want to reach ♪

♪ Inside your chest ♪

♪ Hold me steady now ♪

♪ I want to rip out ♪

♪ Your beating heart ♪

♪ Hold me steady now ♪

(inhales)

♪ Oh, Mommy ♪

♪ Oh, Mommy ♪

♪ Oh, Mommy ♪

♪ Oh, Mommy! ♪

♪ Why doesn't your heart ♪

♪ Look like mine? ♪

(stops playing)

How's it looking?

Uh, it-it sounds... sounds great.

-Can I see? -Logan: See what?

Oh. (chuckles nervously) Shit. Um...

Look, hey, Mr. Husker.

-Look, I just think that this is-- -Phone.

(sighs) I think that this is just a little bit more important

for just five people to see. The whole...

The whole world needs to experience what you've brought--

(clanging)

(beeps)

(crackles)

(crackling)

Can I speak with you alone, please?

(sighs)

(sighs)

(burps) Excuse me.

I think this was a mistake.

People think they know what these songs are about, but...

they don't know.

Those boys out there that...

It feels wrong. They're just...

Vultures.

Yeah.

It's like they wanna eat me.

They do.

-(sighs) -(Katherine chuckles)

(both chuckling)

You're very ni--

Move, move.

(vomiting, panting)

Logan: Is everything okay in there?

(Graham groans)

Graham: Refill, please!

(groans)

(panting)

Thank you.

(gargles)

(sighs)

You know you can leave if you want.

So could you.

Could I play one last song for you?

There's only one more good song, the rest is just junk.

-You don't have to play for me. -But ca-- But could I, for me?

It-it would make me feel better.

Okay.

(sighs) This song is called

"Around Clyde's Backyard." This was the big hit.

♪ All around Clyde's backyard ♪

♪ Scattered around in pieces ♪

♪ It's where, it's where my memories ♪

♪ Are buried ♪

♪ All around Clyde's backyard ♪

♪ Scattered around in pieces ♪

♪ It's where, it's where my memories ♪

♪ Are buried ♪

(playing in minor scale)

♪ We met Clyde on a winter's day ♪

♪ And from that moment ♪

♪ He wouldn't go away ♪

♪ You fell in love ♪

♪ He fell in love right back ♪

♪ But one of us ♪

♪ Was very much outside that love ♪

(door slams)

♪ So when you came to me ♪

♪ To say I was going away ♪

♪ To live with Dad ♪

♪ On that shitty East Texas plain ♪

♪ I tried to be understanding ♪

♪ I tried to bury the hatchet ♪

♪ Sometimes it's easier ♪

♪ Just to bury the hatchet ♪

♪ In your pretty face! ♪

♪ All around Clyde's backyard ♪

♪ Scattered around in pieces ♪

♪ It's where, it's where ♪

♪ My mother ♪

♪ Is buried ♪

♪ It's where, it's where my mother ♪

♪ Is now buried ♪

Oh my God, I'm dizzy.

(panting)

Oh, that felt so good.

-(panting) -Good.

It can feel good just to, you know,

give voice to thoughts if you're--

I killed my mom.

I really killed her.

I killed my mom. Oh.

-Shit, shit. -Oh, I...

(chattering indistinctly)

You guys are awesome.

-Thank you. Thank all of you. -Logan: Sure.

Hey, do you guys wanna hear something really special?

(whispering): We have to talk.

-I think he might've actually killed his mom-- -Look. Not now.

No one's ever heard this song.

-(gasps) -All right.

Okay.

I wrote it for The Murderer, but I left it off the album.

♪ I woke up in the middle ♪

♪ Of the night ♪

♪ I called your name ♪

♪ And then you came outside ♪

♪ I told you that I loved you ♪

♪ One last time ♪

♪ I held you close to me ♪

♪ And then I smiled ♪

♪ You smiled ♪

♪ And then I said goodbye ♪

(tempo quickens)

(mouthing)

(mouthing)

(tempo slows)

♪ I chopped you up in pieces ♪

♪ Chunk by chunk ♪

♪ Forty-seven Mommies ♪

♪ In my trunk ♪

♪ I dug the holes while Clyde ♪

♪ Was still asleep ♪

♪ I laid my body down ♪

♪ Amongst the trees ♪

♪ With the breeze ♪

♪ And my bloody hands ♪

♪ Prepared to weep ♪

(stops playing)

♪ But I began to... ♪

-♪ Laugh ♪ -(tempo quickens)

♪ And I started running ♪

♪ And I never looked back ♪

♪ I started screaming ♪

♪ I am not a musician ♪

♪ I am not a musician ♪

♪ I am not a musician ♪

♪ I am the murderer ♪

♪ I am the murderer ♪

♪ I am the murderer! ♪

(song ends)

-(sighs) -Logan: (laughs) Wow.

Oh, my God.

Mr. Husker, why didn't you include that on the album?

I thought it was too literal.

-But that's what makes it so great. -Yeah.

It's-it's like listening to a documentary.

-It-it feels so real. -Yeah.

It is real.

Uh...

Wha-what do you mean by real?

(stammers)

I-I just thought-- I mean, she knows.

We-- we can...

Yeah, it's... you know.

I...

I'm not a musician, I'm a murderer,

and I killed my mom, and...

You know, it's, um...

It's okay, though. It really is.

It's...

Just feels good to just finally say it, you know?

I appreciate you guys.

I mean, Logan, if not for you...

Wow. Um, yeah, well, um...

Boy, we can't thank you enough.

-It's been a... It's been a real pleasure. -Wait, you're leaving?

Well, we don't wanna put you out anymore

-than we already have... -It's been so wonderful. Thank you.

But you can't leave. I'm not done yet though.

It's just getting late, and we really think that

-we should probably go-- -But I have two more songs--

Get away from us, you fucking psycho!

-(thuds) -Hey!

(grunts)

Shit. Shit!

-Wait, stop! -Get off him!

-Come on, Katherine! -Get away, Logan! Leave me alone.

Fine. Fuck you, too.

-Go! -Come on, man!

(door slams)

(Graham groans)

Go away.

(grunts)

-(groans) -(farts)

-Do you need any-- (gasps) -Get out!

Wait.

-No. -Katherine: Huh?

(beer sloshing)

Oh...

(groans)

(sighs)

(burps) Excuse me.

(breathes deeply)

(whispers): I'm so sorry they did that to you.

(crying)

Katherine (softly): Oh...

-It's okay, don't cry. -(whimpering): I miss...

my mommy.

I miss my mom.

Listen, I-I...

think I should probably call an ambulance or something--

Mom? Mom?

Mom, is that you?

Mom...

Yes, honey, it's me.

I'm here.

(panting)

God, I missed you, Mom.

I missed you, too.

(sobbing softly)

Graham: I don't think I'm ever gonna be okay without you.

I'll always be here.

(sobbing): You promise?

I promise.

(sniffles)

I can't do it. Can't...

-Yes you can, sweetie. Yes, you can. -I can't! I can't!

I can't do it!

(crying): Mom, I can't!

I can't! I can't do it!

-I can't do it! -Yes, you can.

-I can't, no! I can't! -Yes, you can.

-I can't... -Shh, it's okay.

Shh...

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

(sobs)

-It's okay. -You sure?

(crying)

I shouldn't have done it.

(whispers): It's okay. Shh!

Will you sing me a song?

(sighs)

Um...

♪ Cradle me ♪

♪ Cradle me ♪

♪ In your loving arms ♪

Both: ♪ Cradle me ♪

♪ Cradle hold me ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Before I get too ♪

♪ Big ♪

(Graham inhales)

(exhales)

(whispers): Good night.

(whispers): Good night.

(acoustic guitar playing)

♪ Cradle me, cradle me ♪

♪ In your loving arms ♪

♪ Cradle me, cradle me ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Before I get too big ♪

♪ 'Cause if I get too big ♪

♪ It'll break my heart ♪

♪ Always running under cover of a moonlit night ♪

♪ I don't know where to go ♪

♪ Always calling for you, Mother ♪

♪ Won't you take my hand, oh, Mother ♪

♪ Where'd you go? ♪