Original subtitles

♪

-MAN: Let me get this straight.

The singer is also the promoter of the show.

♪

-How does that work? -Apparently, it works real good.

-There's nothing that you have to worry about with me and Johnny.

-What kind of piece of shit are you?

-The kind that can ruin a little bitch like you.

-How about that? [laughing] -Come with me, ma'am.

-Is that your girlfriend? -That's my sweet pumpkin pie.

-JOHNNY: Can you swab her cheek when you get a chance?

-You don't want to come meet her?

-Until I know for sure she's mine, I-- I got enough goin' on.

-The baby's grandmother is sitting across from me at the Rainbow,

and she wants quite a bit of money,

-otherwise, everyone finds out. -Damn straight.

-We all have fucked up personal lives, Johnny.

That doesn't give us a pass to just put the band last.

♪ Well, nothin' lasts forever

♪ That includes me and you

-ELIAS: We're just going to Maui, it's not

an international flight. -WOMAN: I understand, but unless

you have the documentation to verify your relationship with the child--

-Can I just give my ID? -Code Bravo. Code Bravo!

-The officer's taking the baby. -The ba-- What?

-Sir, I need-- I need you to calm down.

-What did you do?

♪

-MAN: You know, I'm just trying to figure this all out.

I don't understand how you ended up with this baby

in my airport.

-Okay. I've been taking care of babies for years.

They're all big babies.

So now, I got a real baby

because one of my big babies

knocked up a chick,

and she doesn't want the baby.

-He doesn't want the baby-- -This doesn't make any sense to me.

-Well-- -Just-- Just hold on.

I need you to be a lot more specific than what you're saying.

I don't-- Big baby, little baby, knock--

-Have you ever tried to stop a baby from crying?

You don't have kids. I can tell you don't have kids.

Formula makes a baby just shit like mud.

You're changing the diaper and...

it's just all over your hands and everything.

-[door buzzes] -Yeah, I don't really care about that,

I just need to know why-- -Hey, hey.

Aloha. -Well, not quite.

-Elias, this is Lizzie Thomas, Faith Faust's grandmother.

-Oh, wow. -Hey, it's a real honor to meet you, sir.

-Hi. -My daughter's been buying your records

since eighth grade.

-See? She must have a great set of ears on her.

-[chuckles] -And some pretty fine genes.

-[laughs] Thank you.

-Ma'am, are you the legal guardian of this child?

-Well, I'm its grandmother. -I understand, that's great,

but do you have documentation of guardianship?

-Like, on me right now? No.

-Where's the baby's mother?

-Meet my new friend. [chuckles]

He-- He's charming, isn't he?

-I tell you what, I'm gonna go use the phone,

I'll be right back.

-And how do you fit in with all this?

-Who, me? I'm with the band.

-[laughs]

-Are you dating the grandmother?

-Am I dating the grand-- No, I-- Why, are you interested?

♪ She's gonna cut my head off

♪ But I don't care, I don't care ♪

♪ She's gonna cut my head off

♪ But I don't care

-[women laughing]

[indistinct dialog]

[laughing]

-Welcome to The Hill Grill.

-[laughing] Yo. Let me get a foot long Italian.

[laughing]

-Okay, uh, what would you like on it?

-Uh, everything.

I takes it all and I get it all.

We're working, girl. -[laughing]

-Oh, oh, oh, dollars flyin'.

-I got too much of it. -We got a lot of 'em.

-Okay, that's two but some olives and some, uh,

you know, extra-- -Get that good one there, get that good one.

-The good stuff. The crunchy stuff, you know what I mean?

-Okay. Uh, do you want these subs as meals?

-Uh, yeah, we gonna eat 'em, girl.

-As in chips and a drink.

-Yes, a meal.

Can I get the good tomatoes, and I want the brown mustard,

I don't want that yellow shit.

-Oh, and she also said that she didn't want avocado, but I did.

She started to put avocado in there.

-I'm sorry, I know you started,

but can you please toast it for me? -Yeah.

[cell phone buzzing]

-I'm working. What?

-LIZZIE: Sweetie, I'm here with Faith,

Johnny's manager and the record label boss.

-What the hell are you talking about?

-LIZZIE: I'm in L.A.

I need you to come here right away.

-I swear to God,

if you are really there right now starting shit--

-LIZZIE: The police have Faith, Vivian.

We can't get her back unless you're here.

I ain't foolin'. I'm having these two industry fellas

book you a first class flight right now.

-Oh, my God. -Misty, she's on the phone.

-Yo! Bitch!

Where the fuck is my sub? Get off the phone! I'm hungry!

-I'm sorry, I'm just dealing with something with my daughter.

-Bitch, I don't care about no baby mama drama. -Thank you.

-Okay? You up in here makin' my sandwich-- -LIZZIE: Hello?

-And I'm hungry! Get the fuck back to work!

-There you go. Meat, cheese, avocado, lettuce.

BOTH: Meat, cheese, avocado, lettuce.

Meat, cheese, avocado, lettuce.

-Make your own goddamn sandwich!

♪ But I don't care

♪ They say you clean up nice

♪ Just like a dead man

-[bell dings]

-MAN [on PA]: Hello, everyone, this is your captain speaking.

-Sir. -MAN: Please take your seats, we are ready for departure.

Our estimated time of arrival in Los Angeles is 7 a.m.

-Hi. -Hi.

Let's see. Right here.

-Thanks. Of course. Thank you.

-Hey, did-- didn't I meet you at the bus station?

-You sure did.

-Uh, where's that beautiful little angel of yours?

-I'm actually on my way to see her right now.

-Nice.

Looks like we both got a little upgrade to our travel game.

[chuckles]

When people choose to help us or be generous,

it can be a blessing,

as long as we don't take advantage

or be malicious, you know?

Easier said than done these days, it seems.

-Wow. It's synchronistic that you'd say that to me right now.

I'm Vivian.

-Gabriel.

-What brought you out to Vegas?

-[sighs] They call it Sin City for a reason.

I'm needed here all the time.

-What do you do?

-I do my best.

[jet engines roaring]

-MAN: Good morning, headbangers.

Today marks the three-year anniversary

of the passing of beloved manager of The Relentless,

Ricky Rollins.

And how does the band mark the occasion?

By getting into more effing trouble.

-WOMAN: What you got? -You want some? All right.

-Yeah, fucking bring it. -How about that?

-MAN: Girlfriend and bassist Lily Mayflower

was arrested yesterday,

driving a wedge between front man Johnny Faust

and his ex-lover and band mate.

Some speculate the band's comeback is even legit.

No new album date has been announced,

and the band hasn't been seen publicly

since their Roxy performance.

Is this the band's renaissance,

or a complete rupture?

♪

-Hey, lady! How much for a golden shower?

-Ha, ha. Very funny.

I can't believe they made me stay 24 hours for disorderly,

but that lady's not pressing charges.

Hey, beautiful.

Really? -Yes, really.

-I had to piss, and somehow that lady made me lose my shit.

-So you decide to piss on her

in the middle of a coffee shop?

In mid day! -Are you fucking kidding me?

I just spent the night in jail.

You know what? Whatever.

-It's not "whatever," Jade. It's my fucking life.

This band is fucking important to me. Okay?

The Relentless, we're finally back.

And now, it's all gone to shit again.

And you couldn't have waited two minutes

when you knew Gretchen was about to get there.

-I'm so sorry that Gretchen is not on the top of my list.

-Well, she should be.

The Relentless is how I pay for this fucking car!

And our fucking rent!

-I wasn't thinking of it in that moment.

I mean, are you kidding me?

It's not like I woke up today thinking,

"Hmm, how could I fuck Lily's day up today?"

-Well, you did, and now Johnny hates me all over again.

-So, what band you singin' for again?

-Fuck off, Dylan.

-Not right now with the jokes, please.

With the shit that you just pulled,

I'm back to square one!

-Yeah. Well, all that history started way before me.

-You're selfish. -Can you just drive?

I would love to take a shower right now.

-Golden shower? -Go back to London, Dylan.

[car starts]

-WOMAN [on PA]: Welcome to Los Angeles.

Please remain in your seat with your seatbelt fastened.

♪

[door buzzes]

-Hello there, sunshine.

-Mom, what did you do?

-I made some progress is what I did.

By the way, this is my beautiful daughter,

Vivian Thomas.

-Vivian, it's a pleasure.

-Hey. Oh...

-I apologize for anything my mom has done

to make this more difficult.

How did this end up at the airport?

Oh, God. Does Johnny know what's going on?

-That's a good question.

-Yeah, um, I-- I guess.

[stammers] Are they bringing Faith back in here?

What did they say? Did they-- -Yeah, I mean, I just--

I just signed for her.

-They've had her, like, so long.

I-- I-- They just took her from me.

When Faith comes back in here,

why don't we all just go back to my house

and-- and talk about this?

-We can all go in my car.

Yeah, I think maybe Vivian and I should travel separately.

[door buzzes]

-Oh, girl.

-Oh, my God.

-LIZZIE: Hey, squirt.

-Yeah. -[door buzzes]

-Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here.

Thanks for ruining my only vacation.

First one in 25 years.

[traffic noise]

[baby crying]

-Look, it ain't my fault that the record label man

didn't know that he couldn't fly with the kid.

-Mom, I'm not mad that I had to come out here.

I'm mad that you're trying to hold them up for money.

It's blackmail. -Blackmail? Really?

-ADAM: Let me get this straight.

Let's see if the numbers are right.

The mother of this child

is demanding $1 million to keep quiet,

plus $250,000 a year to renew promise of silence contract

until the child is 18 years old.

-That's over five million bucks.

-That's a lot of bucks.

-Okay, so why don't you tell me how,

in your magical fantasy world,

you plan on paying for veterinary school?

You know, your father didn't have a life insurance.

Nothin'. We have $1300 in the bank,

so why don't you go ahead and educate me.

-It's either that or Johnny faces the music.

-AKA loses Gretchen.

Right. Then what, loses his sobriety,

loses his focus on the band,

loses God knows what else.

-DRIVER: You want to go to veterinary school, huh?

That's admirable, I love animals.

You know, the, uh, two-legged animals in this town

are a lot worse than the four-legged ones.

[laughs] Right or wrong?

-Wait. You were my Uber driver last time I was here.

-[gasps] Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, that, uh--

You know, I think I talk too much,

'cause my ratings went down and they gave me the boot,

so, yeah, I'm kickin' it old school.

Drivin' a taxi.

So, gonna tell me why you're really here?

Hm? Who's the baby daddy?

-ELIAS: It's the kid we gotta worry about.

She needs a home 'cause that chick, she don't--

she don't wanna raise her,

the way she walked into the office,

just handed her over-- Boop!

-Yeah, yeah, the kid needs a home,

but I think we should negotiate with these people,

I mean, that's a fuckin' lot of money.

-DRIVER: We goin' back to the record label?

Come on, ladies, talk to me!

-Miss, you have the directions, right?

You have GPS. Why don't you just look at the road

and stop talking now. Thank you.

-[clears throat] Sorry. I'm sorry.

You are absolutely right, ma'am.

You know,

I've heard the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Whoo, Hollywood Hills, here we come!

-[baby fussing]

-ELIAS: It's the grandma.

-Yeah, exactly, it's the grandma.

She's calling the shots.

She's got an itchy trigger finger,

she's ready to go right to the tabloids.

I don't trust her.

She's got a crazy look in her eye.

Don't know, you look into her eyes,

you don't know what she's gonna do.

It's like a-- kind of witch eyes.

-[cell phone buzzes] -You know what I mean?

Who's that? Why are they calling you?

-We'll find out. Hey, hello.

-Well, you are quite the puppet master these days

with that big band of yours.

Lot of headlines this week.

-Yeah, that's me, mad genius.

Pullin' strings.

What's the special occasion?

-Why's it gotta be a special occasion for me to call you?

-Because every time you fucking call,

there's some agenda you got.

Now, why don't you just own it and speak.

-Well, I would like to buy your company.

So, why don't you say-- -[phone beeps]

-Puke nose dipshit.

-Did you just hang up on him?

-Fuckin' ant head. -Wow, just like that, huh?

Hang up on Oliver Ostergaard.

-Yeah, you have no idea.

I'll never forgive that puke nose

for what he did to me.

-I have never seen you get hung up on like that before.

I mean, there's gotta be a different approach we can take with Elias.

Maybe we have legal send him a big formal offer.

-It's never been about money with him.

Never.

When we started Pantheon, he had this vision in his head

that it was gonna be all about the music and the artists,

and the business would just fall into place.

But when I decided that it was time to grow up,

to build a company,

he decided he didn't want to be friends anymore.

-[scoffs] Okay.

What if we offer him a major stock option

so he feels like he's a part of us?

On top of the offer.

-He despises the fact that I'm publicly traded.

It's just who he is.

Doesn't matter how many great records we made together.

[chuckles]

Just couldn't take the punk rock out of the old bastard.

[phone chimes]

♪

[phone buzzes]

-Hey, babe. -GRETCHEN: Hey.

How's the studio?

-Um, yeah, it's-- it's fine.

I-- I gotta meet up with Elias later.

Hey, do you wanna go get sushi and see a movie tonight?

-GRETCHEN: Sure, yeah. That-- That sounds fun.

-I love you. -GRETCHEN: I love you, too.

[phone beeps]

-[sighs]

♪ [piano]

-[baby cooing]

-Why don't we just try to come to a--

a fair compromise on the finances.

-Well, I think what we're asking is fair.

-Um, Vivian,

if Johnny agrees to the numbers,

why don't you just raise Faith yourself?

-Same reason Johnny isn't raising her.

I have my own dreams.

-Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

-Johnny and I both have to sign off on adoption papers, right?

-Yes, you do.

-Well, you seem to get along with her.

You like her.

Yeah. You have kids, are you married?

-I don't have any kids.

[door closes]

-Well, there he is, the man of the hour.

-JOHNNY: Can I?

-Of course.

♪

♪ I can hear my train coming

♪ It's a lonesome and distant cry ♪

-ADAM: Look, we all want what's best for Faith.

I think we just need to be...

a little reasonable about the money.

-JOHNNY: No, it's fine.

I just-- I want to find the right home for Faith,

I want-- I want her to have amazing parents.

-[baby fussing]

-JOHNNY: I want Vivian to be taken care of.

And if that means it's expensive, then so be it.

-Well, I don't see why y'all can't just take turns

and raise her together, I mean...

why do you have to give her away to strangers?

-Well, if Johnny wasn't gettin' married,

and, uh, in a full time touring band,

we might be having a different conversation.

-I don't know that we would be.

I don't even want to think about the scarring

that would happen to her from learning how she was conceived.

I did that interview before I even knew she existed.

I don't have my shit together enough to be a parent.

Especially when there's responsible,

happily married people out there

wishing they could bring a child into the world.

I-- I mean, Adam, aren't you and Janice the perfect example?

-Okay, um, it's been a long 24 hours.

None of us have really slept, so, um,

maybe we ought to get these ladies some rest.

-Yes. -We'll talk about this later.

Doesn't have to be decided right now,

so do you guys have any place to stay?

-Not yet.

-Well, you can stay here if you want.

I got room.

-Much obliged.

♪ ...starting to freeze

♪ What makes a man

♪ Want to break a heart with ease? ♪

[giggling]

-Okay.

♪

♪ What makes a man

♪ I think I might know

♪ What makes a man

♪ I think I might know

♪ What makes a man

[giggling]

-Is she always this well behaved?

-I think she likes you.

♪ I can hear my train coming

♪ Looks like time is on my side ♪

[giggling]

♪ I can hear my train coming

♪ I'm still runnin' for my life ♪

♪ What makes a man pray

♪ When he's about to die?

-Thank you.

-[coughs]

[phone buzzes]

Shit. It's their agent.

-Just answer it, and be yourself.

-Hello, this is Simon.

-MAYA: Hey, Simon, it's Maya.

So Pauly told me you did a great job for them last night

and the show was sold out.

-Um, yeah. Yeah, no, it was-- it was packed in there.

-MAYA: Well, me and Jay are done,

and he is not a fan of yours. [chuckles]

-Yeah, um, he seems to think he owns the whole area

when it comes to rock shows,

like, no one's allowed to but him.

-MAYA: Well, I'm surprised he didn't try to

sabotage your show last night.

Anyway, I have to move all of my club shows

on the calendar with him.

How do you feel about taking them on?

-Oh, my God. Really? Wow. I-- I would love to.

Is that actually an option?

-MAYA: Oh, it's an option, if you could send us

50 percent deposit for all of them

with signed contracts.

It's five shows over the next six weeks.

-How much is the deposit?

-MAYA: 12,000.

-[mouthing] -[phone beeps]

-Are you out of your mind?

-Hey, it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll.

-MAYA: Hello? Simon? You still there?

-Yeah, I'm-- I'm here.

Um... yeah, we can-- we can do it, I can do it.

-MAYA: Great.

My assistant will email you the details on each show

and the wire info and then we'll lock it up.

-All right. Perfect. Thank you so much.

-MAYA: Talk soon.

-Holy shit. [laughs]

-Look at you, big time. [laughs]

-Okay, but now I have to find a new venue.

I don't even have a place to put these shows.

-Well, I mean, just take my car

and go hit up every bar and billiard hall in town.

You're gonna find something.

-That doesn't solve the deposit issue.

We don't have 12 grand.

-Uh, since when did not having enough money ever stop us?

-Guess it doesn't. -Don't Bogart that joint, my friend,

pass it over to me! -I'm sorry.

-You are so selfish. -What? I'm selfish?

-MAYA: Hey, boys. Come on in.

Come on, give me a hug. -How you doin'?

-Hey. So, are you guys ready to headline your own Ozzfest?

-Yeah. -Well, you've always been our Sharon.

-Aww... -[chuckling]

-All right, have you guys thought of any names yet?

-No. None that really stuck.

We did discuss it, though, and we--

we want to dedicate the festival to Ricky.

Today's the three anniversary of his death,

and if it weren't for him,

we wouldn't even be a thing. -Yeah.

-God rest his soul. I'll never forget

the first time he came in here to pitch me on you guys.

[British accent] They're really fuckin' brilliant, Miss Maya.

No EDM folk hipster indie bullshit.

-Oh, my God. -They're a real fuckin' rock band.

-It's like he's in the room.

-Yes, I know, I sound just like him.

-And the rest is history.

[sighs] Okay, guys. Here's the deal.

Hit Parader's getting into the music festival business.

-Damn. Really? -Wow.

-And if you're open to it, they'd like to partner with us.

-Um, yeah.

But can we do it in D.C.?

You know, we want to bring back the spirit of rock

when there was a cultural consequence.

You know, show people that this music is about unity and change,

and, you know, I'm just-- Thank you.

I'm just so tired of watching political opinions

divide our fans and everyone around us.

-Well, I like the vision, Vic.

So, what are you guys thinking?

Stadium? Open field?

-Uh, no, needs to be outside. -Outdoors.

-Yeah, in the grass and dirt.

Stadiums just don't have the same magic as open fields.

-Well, it's gonna have to be outside of the D.C. borders in Virginia

because they have this massive fairground there

that has a liquor license,

and they just got permitted for concerts.

-Wow. -Well, I mean,

if Hit Parader are puttin' their entire machine behind this,

you know, front cover of the magazine,

push the festival on their network,

could be pretty perfect.

And they're a huge brand, legendary at this point.

-Right. -Only thing I would want to watch out for...

is fuckery with the money.

-No, because we'll oversee everything,

from the parking to the concessions

to the merch, ticket sales, even sponsorship.

The days are over taking a flat fee from a corporation

while they force feed Bud Lights to your fans.

Okay? We are the corporation.

-Nice. -This is gonna be about you and your fans. Okay?

-So, how real is this?

-Oh, this is about as real as it gets, baby.

-All right. -Michelle, can you get Ash on the phone?

-MICHELLE: You got it. -All right, the new owner of Hit Parader

is totally erratic and impulsive and crazy,

and he's got crazy mood swings,

but he will throw down real coin.

-Awesome. -Okay.

-Yeah. -MICHELLE: Ash from Hit Parader

is on line one.

-Let's do it. -Okay.

-Hey, Ash, this is Maya. -ASH: Mayushka.

How are you, baby?

-Are you ready to have The Relentless

headline the very first Hit Parader festival?

-I'm listening. Where?

-Outside of D.C. -ASH: D.C.?

The Relentless invades the nation's capital.

Okay, I'm in.

But that-- that's gonna be heavy security;

drug dogs, metal detectors.

I mean, it's never been a worse time

in the history of live music for deaths.

Overdosing, shot's fired-- -Okay. Okay, Ash.

Um, so come by your office this week

to get some ink to paper?

-ASH: Okay, I like that, Miss Maya.

One more thing. Maybe you tell the band

no pissing on the customers.

Save that fetish stuff for the backstage.

Sick bastards.

And have that well-spoken guitarist go on Pinfield tonight

and give a little hint of what's to come.

-Dude, whatever, you take this one.

-Are-- Are you sure? -Yeah. No, I've got

stuff to do tonight anyway.

-Okay. -ASH: Miss Maya,

what are you doing tonight?

Maybe we can have a nice bottle of red wine,

maybe go have a movie.

You know, I love rock and roll,

you are the queen of rock and roll.

Maybe together, we'll have a little rock and roll.

-Okay, boys. Bye. -Maya.

-[phone line clicks] -Okay.

-Well, cheers. -Cheers. Yes!

-[glasses clink] -Hit Parader.

-MATT PINFIELD: So We've got a big announcement

pertaining to The Relentless

finally returning to the east coast,

and I know your fans are really excited about it.

-Oh, we're very excited, too.

-Hanging out with guitarist Vic Lakota

here on the show today, and, Vic,

I've gotta ask you, what do you think about

Kanye West's recent rant about mind control,

and Beyoncé's drummer

accusing her of practicing witchcraft

and filing a restraining order?

-Well, I mean, I-- I don't practice Santería,

but I-- I guess sometimes truth can be stranger than fiction.

But, no, I can't comment one way or the other on any of that stuff,

it's not my place.

-Crazy stuff goin' on in the music business right now.

Now, our number one request from our viewers

is to talk about the occult and the Illuminati in Hollywood.

Now, knowing your band's history,

how do you feel about this, and, uh,

do you guys still engage in ceremonies or rituals?

-Uh, no. No, no, no. No, um,

actually, ever since our original manager died,

we, um-- we all swore against it,

none of us go anywhere near any of that stuff anymore.

-Is that right?

-Dear Ricky, beloved spirit,

I ask permission to communicate.

Please speak to us...

and move among us.

-His ashes are all that's left on this earth.

His memories are all that's left in your mind.

Now let Ricky's essence fill your lungs.

♪

Now let Ricky's essence fill your brain.

-[snorting]

-WOMAN: Now, let Ricky join us tonight.

♪

-[screaming]

-You just want to pay 'em off.

You're sure that's how you want to handle this?

-I'm sure.

-Now, where's the money gonna come from?

-If my manager can find it, I'm ready to work.

-Look, I think we should offer the family

half what they're asking, first of all.

-Her dad is dead because of me.

-You can't blame yourself for somebody's suicide.

-It's too late, Adam.

Dylan and I fucked her and her mom on a bus

high out of our minds just to be debaucherous.

If that gets out, people will know

it was Vivian and her mother.

I-- I can't-- I can't be responsible for that,

I've done too much damage already.

-Okay, all right, all right.

I'll take care of it, okay?

It'll all be fine.

-There she is.

One more thing.

Lily's out.

-What?

-She's gone.

-That's the stupidest fuckin' idea I've ever heard.

We'll talk about it later. -Hi.

-Hi. I can't stay. You look fantastic.

Enjoy dinner. -Bring Janice to a game.

-Oh, yeah, that'd be great. -GRETCHEN: Yeah.

-We'll talk later, Johnny.

-Bye. Good to see you.

♪

[thunder rumbling]

-Dom.

Dom, wake up, it's your turn to drive.

Yo, yo! -I ain't drivin'.

Make Kevin drive.

-Dude, just stick to the order.

-My wife paid for this new RV. Kevin's gonna drive.

Jesus Christ. Wake up, man.

Wake up, Kevin. Wake up, Kevin!

-[grunting]

-Jesus. -Ahh!

What, man! Fuck you!

Untie me, piece of shit!

-You've gotta drive, you sloppy fuck.

-I ain't drivin', it's your turn!

I'm still hammered!

-Yo, let me get some water.

-KEVIN: Fuckin' piss bottles all over me!

-Why are we driving so far?

Maya should have booked us in Carolina.

Dom, she tried everywhere in the Carolinas, North and South.

-Maybe Elias should work the new record a little bit harder.

Whatever. -It's not whatever!

No one in Charlotte, Raleigh, Winston-Salem, Wilmington,

Charleston, Myrtle Beach,

no one within 400 miles, not one single promoter,

is willing to pay your ass to get on stage.

We're goin' to Chattanooga, bro.

Think about it for a second. Fuck!

-Maybe you shouldn't write Chattanooga riffs.

-Motherfucker!

I'm the only asshole that's ever gave a shit about this band.

All you care about is booze and broads.

None of you's ever had my vision.

Yo, I'm-- I'm over it!

-Are you over it all?

-Yo, did Maya try Spartanburg in South Carolina?

-Go get fuckin' gas.

-Uh, I'll go get gas, all right?

-Go pump the fuckin' gas. -Untie me already, dude!

-Get the fuck up and pump the fuckin' gas.

♪

-I'll take it all off. -What?

-Did you guys win today? -We won!

How was practice? -It was good.

That shit at the coffee shop inspired me to write.

-Mm. Well, I'm glad

one good thing came out of that.

I'm gonna take a shower.

-Did you get your period yet?

-No. Didn't, actually.

-Leo still doesn't even know about the kid.

Any A level producer we want

is gonna be another half a mil to a mil.

I mean, after paying for the kid, your commission,

our attorney percentage, the current band debt,

a month of everyone's bills and a producer,

that whole three million, it's gone.

This is insane, Adam.

-Well, if you want to talk insane...

there is one producer who refuses to take money up front.

Leo's always wanted to work with him.

-[scoffs]

-Get us a lot of headlines. -No. Levi Svengali?

Yeah, right, man. There's no way.

Johnny would never work with him. No.

-You gonna give him the option?

-MAN: All right, this is the Mavens,

"I Don't Believe In Love," rollin' on take 17.

♪ [rock]

Yow!

♪ You know I'm feelin' it tonight ♪

♪ I wanna do it good

♪ I wanna get it right

♪ Tonight I don't--

-Stop, stop.

-[vocalizing] -MAN: Yeah, cut the fuckin' song.

Darlin', what you singin' about?

-Having a good time with my friends.

-Well, happiness don't sell.

Especially when it's fake.

Oh, did I hurt your feelings?

-Yeah. -Oh, I did?

-Yeah, actually, you did. -Good. Let's dive in.

Why you so happy you want to sing it from the mountain top?

-These are the lyrics I like for this song.

-Stop laying into her.

Let's just work on something else,

preferably something with a keyboard.

-Alyx, this song does not have any keyboards in it,

and this is the one we're workin' on right now.

-Yeah, and it's workin' out real good for us, isn't it?

-Why don't you go ahead and take a walk?

Yep. Just you.

[clattering]

Sheva, you like your day job? You proud of what you do?

-I'm a dancer. I take care of myself,

and I'm proud I don't need a man.

-You don't need a man, but what you do need is a hit.

You're trying to tell me you're happy getting down on all fours

scrapin' dollar bills off a stage?

Is that the stage you imagine you'd be on right now?

♪ I didn't try if I'm honest ♪

♪ Probably gave a little too much ♪

♪ Been on the edge for a while

♪ 'Cause I promised that I would be, yeah ♪

-I make the real money doing private dances.

Why are we talking about this shit?

Let's just get back to the song, that's why we're here.

-Oh, we're still in the song.

See, you call it private dances.

I call it grinding on the crotches of strangers.

You ever wonder how dirty their denim is

when it's rubbin' all on your flesh down there?

That filth ever cross your mind?

-They're my clients.

-Your clients. Excuse me. Well...

how many of your clients got wives at home?

What if that was your man posted up in the back

with some bad bitch naked in his lap

while you at home with the kids, tuckin' them in?

How's that gonna make you feel, huh?

-My man did worse than that shit.

I had a normal day job,

and he was fucking my friends behind my back!

-All right.

See, that's why you ended up doing what you do.

And now we got some truth and that's okay.

So let's sing about that.

-What? Sing about what?

-When you see one of your clients

wearin' a big ass wedding ring

when he's grabbin' your tits all bare knuckled,

what crosses your mind?

When you leave the club, cracked out, 5 a.m.,

smellin' like God knows what, God knows who,

and the first thing you see is a new photo

that your ex posted with his new girl,

little younger, little tighter,

I bet you she's got a fuckin' happy song to sing.

Why don't I bring in her and start trackin' her?

-Play the fucking song.

♪

♪ No more nightmares, I've seen them all ♪

♪ From the day I was born

♪ They haunted my every move

♪ Heavy open hands there to push and shove ♪

♪ No time for love, it doesn't matter ♪

♪ He made a difference

♪ I guess he had a way

♪ Of makin' every night seem bright as day ♪

♪ Now I walk in shadows

♪ Never see the light

♪ He must have lied, he never said goodbye ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ I never have, I never will ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ I'll just pretend he never was real. ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ I need to forget his face, I see it still ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ It's never worth the pain that you feel ♪

♪

Yow!

♪

-VIC: Adam, you usually make sense,

but now you're scaring me, all right?

Johnny's favorite singer committed suicide

after working with-- -After making one of

the most influential albums in a long time.

Nobody knows for sure if he killed himself.

It's-- It's rumors.

You got a better idea?

♪ There's no end to trauma

♪ The only hope is one day I'll forget ♪

♪ The pain of knowing what could never be ♪

♪ With or without love, it's all the same to me ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ I never have, I never will ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ I'll just pretend he never was real ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ I never have, I never will ♪

♪ I don't believe in love

♪ It's never worth the pain

♪ That you feel

♪ The pain

♪ That you feel

♪

♪ Not now

♪ If only I could turn this water to wine ♪

♪ I need it one last time

♪ Maybe I could turn this darkness to light ♪

♪ I need it one last time

♪ I need it one last time ♪

♪ I wanna feel alive

♪ I need it one last time

♪ Your body has made impressions on me ♪

♪ I'm cravin' the high, I'm down on my knees ♪

♪ I love the way it tastes, don't take it all away ♪

♪ Not now

♪ Not now

♪ If only it was real again

♪ If only I could be again

♪ If only I could turn this water to wine ♪

♪ I need it one last time

♪ I need it one last time ♪

♪ Maybe I could turn this darkness to light ♪

♪ I need it one last time

♪ I need it one last time ♪

♪ I wanna feel alive

♪ I need it one last time

♪