All language subtitles for What.We.Do.Is.Secret.2007

Man:
OKAY, KIDS.

YOU KNOW, LET'S CUT THROUGH

THE SNIVELLING,
SELF-SERVING, YOU KNOW,

LAME, CUNT BULLSHIT,
AND LET'S CUT THROUGH

ALL THE FUCKING PUNK
POLITICKING, HUH?

OKAY, THIS IS
KICKBOY FACE

REPORTING FOR
"SLASH" MAGAZINE.

IT'S 1979, AND CLEARLY,

DARBY CRASH'S BAND,
"THE GERMS",

HAVE EMERGED AS
THE MOST UNPREDICTABLE,

THE MOST CHAOTIC, AND
THE LEAST UNDERSTOOD BAND

IN THE WHOLE LOS ANGELES
PUNK ROCK SCENE.

AH, NOW, DARBY... I
HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS,

BUT LET'S START WITH THIS:

EVERYBODY AROUND YOU
IS NOW WEARING THESE
BLUE CIRCLE ARMBANDS.

NOW, WHAT IS THIS
FASCINATION WITH CIRCLES?

Darby:
EVERYTHING WORKS
IN CIRCLES.

LIKE, SOMETIMES, YOU'RE
DOING SOMETHING, AND...

A YEAR LATER, YOU'RE
BACK AT THE SAME POINT.

YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?

SO, CIRCLE ONE, IS WHAT
WE'RE DOING RIGHT NOW.

SOMEDAY, WE'LL PROBABLY
DO CIRCLE TWO.

Kickboy:
NOW, SOMEBODY SAID
YOU'RE FASCISTS?

Darby:
YEAH, WE'RE FASCISTS,
BUT WE'RE NOT NAZIS.

AND THERE'S
A DIFFERENCE, YOU KNOW?

LIKE, I CAN RESPECT HITLER
FOR BEING A GENIUS, BUT...

NOT FOR KILLING OFF ALL
THOSE INNOCENT PEOPLE.

SOMEBODY GET ME A BEER.

A BEER, GODDAMN IT!
SOMEBODY GET ME A BEER.

I MEAN, THERE'S
FILMS OF HIM GIVING
SPEECHES IN GERMANY,

AND AMERICANS
IN THE AUDIENCE,

THEY WOULD START
YELLING "HEIL!"

EVEN THOUGH THEY
COULDN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

WHAT HE WAS
TALKING ABOUT. HUH.

WHOEVER OUT THERE
THINKS IT'S COOL TO SPIT

BETTER BUY ME A BEER.

WHY DON'T YOU
GET YOUR FUCKING
TEETH FIXED?

WHY DON'T YOU GET
YOUR BRAIN FIXED?

Woman:
FUCK YOU!

ALL I WANT IS BEER,

AND DAMAGE.

PERSONAL DAMAGE.

WELL, EVERYBODY'S
TALKING ABOUT POLITICS

AND WHAT'S GOING
TO WORK AND WHAT'S
NOT GOING TO WORK,

BUT NONE OF IT'S
GOING TO WORK.

IT'S WHY YOU HAVE
TO THROW IT ALL AWAY
AND START OVER.

THERE'S OTHER
WAYS OF DOING IT

WITHOUT OVERTHROWING
THE GOVERNMENT ALL AT ONCE.

I MEAN, YOU CAN WORK
FROM THE INSIDE,

AND SLOWLY TAKE OVER, AND
THEN THROW IT ALL AWAY.

BUT, I JUST THINK IT'S
STUPID TO RELATE...

PERFORMING TO POLITICS.

'CAUSE IT'S NEVER
BEEN POLITICAL TO ME.

AND THERE'S ALL THESE BANDS
THAT CAME OUT AND SAID,

"WE HAVE TO POLITICAL
LIKE THE 'SEX PISTOLS',"

AND... THAT'S
NOT WHAT WE DID.

WE'VE TRIED EVERY
FORM OF GOVERNMENT,

BUT THE ONLY ONE
THAT WILL WORK

IS A COMPLETE
FASCIST STATE.

BUT YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE
RIGHT PERSON TO LEAD IT

'CAUSE IF EVERYONE
BELIEVES IN ONE PERSON,

THEN IT'LL WORK.

COMMUNISM? COMMUNISM
CAN NEVER WORK.

Kickboy:
SO WHO WOULD BE YOUR
IDEAL FASCIST LEADER?

ME.

Kickboy:
SO, PAT, WHAT WAS
DARBY'S CHILDHOOD LIKE?

Pat:
YOU'VE GOT TO UNDERSTAND,

HE NEVER KNEW
HIS REAL DAD.

AND HIS MOM HAD
A LOT OF BOYFRIENDS.

Pat:
HE TALKED A LOT ABOUT
THIS GUY, BOB BAKER,

SAID THEY HAD
FUN TOGETHER.

I THINK HE HAD A HEART
ATTACK OR SOMETHING.

HIS MOM WAS LIKE
A CHARACTER OUT OF
A JOHN WATERS FILM.

DRUNK ALL THE TIME,

SCREAMED AT HIM.

JUST LIKE MY MOM.

Pat:
HIS OLDER BROTHER
DIED, TOO.

HE WAS KILLED BY SOME
PISSED-OFF DOPE DEALER.

GAVE HIM AN
INTENTIONAL OVERDOSE.

HE HAD A LOT OF BAD
STUFF HAPPEN TO HIM.

"IT IS TIME FOR MAN
TO MARK HIS GOAL.

IT'S TIME FOR MAN
TO PLANT THE GERM..."YOU LITTLE SHIT.

WHAT DID
I TELL YOU?

"OF HIS HIGHEST HOPE..."

"LIFE IS A WILL TO POWER."

Kickboy:
SO WOULD YOU CALL
HIM BRILLIANT?

FRIGHTENINGLY INTELLIGENT.
ABSOLUTELY.

THERE WAS THIS WHOLE
LITTLE GANG OF US,

AND I WAS LIKE,
THE HEAD PERSON.

WE'D DO STUFF LIKE: CARRY
AROUND "HELTER SKELTER"

AND PUT "X"s ON OUR HEADS,

AND THE REST OF
THE SCHOOL WOULD
GET REALLY SCARED,

AND WANTED TO HAVE
US COMMITTED. HUH.

AND INSERTING THAT
TYPE OF INDIVIDUAL

INTO A CLASSROOM
ENVIRONMENT WAS VERY...

CHALLENGING.

I WANTED TO KNOW
WHAT IT WAS LIKE

TO BE THE ONLY BLACK KID
IN A WHITE SCHOOL. HUH.

SO I DYED MY HAIR BLUE.

AND I LOST ALL
MY FRIENDS IN ONE DAY.

I GUESS THERE
WAS A FEW PEOPLE OUT
THERE WHO WERE LIKE ME

THAT SAW THINGS
DIFFERENTLY,

BUT WHEN YOU DO
SOMETHING LIKE THAT,

YOU HAVE TO EXPECT
A REACTION.

BUT, WE RESOLVED IT,

THE BEST WAY
WE KNEW HOW.

GAVE HIM ALL "A"s

IF HE PROMISED
NEVER TO COME BACK.

OF COURSE,
HE HUNG OUT ANYWAY.

THEN I REMEMBER, ONE
DAY, HE CAME BY AND...

SAID WE WERE GOING
TO START A BAND,

AND I WAS, LIKE, "WHAT?"

HOW ARE WE GOING
TO START A BAND

IF WE DON'T EVEN
HAVE INSTRUMENTS?

THE SAME WAY
"THE RUNAWAYS" DID.

THEY JUST DID IT.

ONLY WE'RE GOING
TO DO IT BETTER.

HERE, READ
MY SONGS.

ASTRID?

OH MY GOD.

THESE ARE AWESOME!

I HAVE A FIVE-YEAR PLAN.

FOR ME.

FOR US.

I MEAN, HE SAID HE HAD
THIS FIVE-YEAR PLAN

AND THAT...

THAT AFTER THAT,
IT'D BE ALL OVER WITH.

BUT HE SAID CRAZY THINGS
LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME.

Kickboy:
SO, WHAT IS THIS
FIVE-YEAR PLAN?

WELL, IT'S LIKE
BOWIE SAID:

"YOU GOT FIVE YEARS."

AND THEN WHAT?

YOU'LL SEE.

SO WE MADE A FLYER
THAT SAID "WANTED:

2 UNTALENTED GIRLS
WHO DON'T KNOW HOW
TO PLAY THEIR INSTRUMENTS

TO FORM A BAND."

AND THAT'S HOW WE FOUND
TERRY AND BELINDA...

AND BECKY.

BORED GIRLS
FROM THE VALLEY

WHO CAME TO HOLLYWOOD
TO DIRTY UP.

THEN, DARBY MADE BECKY
TELL HER GRANDMOTHER

THAT SHE HAD LEUKEMIA.

AND THAT SHE NEEDED
MONEY FOR TREATMENT.

WHAT AN ASSHOLE.

AND THAT'S HOW WE BOUGHT
ALL OF OUR INSTRUMENTS.

DARBY DECIDED WE'D CALL
OURSELVES "THE GERMS"...

BECAUSE EVERYTHING
STARTS WITH A GERM.

SOMETHING ABOUT
THE GERM OF AN IDEA.

WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE
"SOPHISTIFUCK AND THE
REVLON SPAM QUEENS"

BUT... WE
COULDN'T AFFORD

THAT MANY LETTERS
ON OUR T-SHIRT.

MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE
WE PLAYED SO BAD,

WE MADE EVERYONE SICK.

Kickboy:
THIS IS KICKBOY FACE,

REPORTING FOR
"SLASH" MAGAZINE.

IT'S 1977, AND
THE SUNSET STRIP

NOW BELONGS TO
SHITTY, BORING
PIECE OF SHIT DISCO

AND HORRIFYING
LAME CUNT ROCK
AND ROLL BANDS.

I BELIEVE THE FUTURE
BELONGS TO BANDS

SUCH AS YOU,
"THE DAMNED".

CAPTAIN?

I WANT TOO FUCK
AS MANY OF YOUR
WOMEN AS POSSIBLE.

Darby:
"THE GERMS!"

"THE GERMS" ARE
THE BEST BAND
IN THE WORLD!

YES, YES,
BUT AT A TIME

WHEN LEIF
FUCKING GARRETT

AND DONNA
FUCKING SUMMER

ARE AT THE TOP OF
THE MUSIC CHARTS,

YOU MUST HAVE
SOMETHING TO SAY

ABOUT THE PIECE
OF SHIT MUSIC
TODAY, NO?

FUCK, FUCK,

BOLLOCKS,
FUCK, SHIT.

PISS OFF, WANKER.

"THE GERMS" RULE!
YOU SUCK.

POSEURS!

Kickboy:
YOU HAVE NOTHING
MORE TO SAY

ABOUT THE PATHETIC
STATE OF AMERICAN
MUSIC TODAY?

THANK YOU,
CAPTAIN.

WHAT IS THIS FUCKING
"GERMS", MAN?

IT'S MY BAND.

HERE, CHECK IT OUT.

"SEX BOY"?

WE HAVE OTHER
SONGS, TOO.

THEN WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

YOU SHOULD
PLAY TONIGHT
AT THE ORPHEUM.

ANYBODY CAN PLAY.
GO, GO, COME ON!

HEH...

COME ON, GUYS.

I THINK YOU PLUG
THIS IN HERE...
I CAN'T EVEN
PLAY THIS THING.

IT DOESN'T
MATTER, 'CAUSE
YOU LOOK PERFECT.

Captain:
HELLO, SEX BOYS.

OH MY GOD, LOOK.

Darby:
OH FUCK...

THEY'RE GOING TO
ABUSE THE SHIT
OUT OF US.

I CAN'T DO THIS.

YOU'RE ALREADY
DOING IT, TERRY!

OH, HO, HO, HO!
IS THAT A TACO?

OH...

OH...

UGH, GO AWAY,
IT'S NOT FUNNY.

THIS IS WHAT
YOU WANTED!

THIS IS WHAT
I WANTED?

UH-HUH.

# I TAKE IT ANYWHERE

# ANY TIME
THAT I CAN #

# I'M THE FUCKING SON
OF A SUPERMAN #

# I'VE GOT A WEAPON
THAT'S AS DEADLY AS LIFE #

GET OFF THE STAGE,
YOU SILLY POOFTAHS!

Man:
ART FAGS!

FUCK YOU!

# EVERY DAY
IS THE SAME WET DREAM #

# A DOZEN GIRLS
ARE ON MY SCENE #

# SAY, "HEY, SEX BOY"

# CAN GIVE ME A HAND... Man:
THAT'S NOT PUNK!

YOU GUYS SUCK!

Man:
GO FUCKING
SUCK A COCK!

WHOA.

OH MY GOD.

HEY!

Man:
FUCKING FAGGOT!

LEMME GO, YOU
FUCKING HOMOS!

GIVE THE LIL' GIT
THE BOOT!

OH MY GOD,
THAT WAS
SO MUCH FUN!

I THOUGHT I WAS
GOING TO PUKE

BUT I DIDN'T!

I DID PUKE!BUT YOU DID IT.

I WANT TO PLAY
AGAIN RIGHT NOW!

WE WILL.

HEY! THAT WAS
REALLY HYSTERICAL.

WHEN'S YOU GUYS'
NEXT SHOW?

UH, PROBABLY NEVER!

OH.

I'M MICHELLE.

DARBY.

HEY. PAT.

Pat:
OKAY, SO THIS
WAS HIS PLAN.

SAY YOU'RE A BAND,
ADVERTISE,

GET BAND MEMBERS,
GET INSTRUMENTS,

GET A REHEARSAL SPACE,

PLAY A GIG,

AND THEN LEARN
HOW TO PLAY.

IT'S A GOOD PLAN, RIGHT?

Darby:
OKAY. FORMING, TAKE ONE.

GO!

# RIP THEM DOWN,
HOLD ME UP #

# TELL THEM THAT
I'M YOUR GUN #

# PULL MY TRIGGER,
I AM BIGGER THAN... #

# MR. PREZ IN
HIS BIG WHITE HOUSE #

# LISTEN, HE SAYS,
WE'RE COMING OUT #

# INFILTRATION,
WE'RE NUMBING YOUR MINDS #

# CONCENTRATION,
WE'VE DONE TIME #

# RIP THEM DOWN,
HOLD ME UP #

# TELL THEM THAT
I'M YOUR GUN #

# PULL MY TRIGGER,
I AM BIGGER THAN... #

# OVER THERE,
THE QUEEN SHE SAYS #

# LET'S STAMP THEM OUT,
DRY THOSE TEARS #

Darby:
NOW IT'S TIME TO
REINVENT OURSELVES

AS SOMETHING
COMPLETELY NEW.

ARE WE GOING TO
LEARN HOW TO PLAY
OUR INSTRUMENTS?

PAUL'S DEAD.

FROM NOW ON,
I'M BOBBY PYN.

I DON'T GET IT.

BOBBY PYN, LIKE,
A BOBBY PIN.

GEORGE'S NEW NAME
IS PAT SMEAR.

OH, YEAH.

UGH, THAT'S
SO GROSS!

IT'S GOOD, RIGHT? YEAH.

Darby:
TERRY, YOU HAVE
THE COOLEST NAME.

YOUR NEW NAME
IS LORNA DOOM.

OH MY GOD. THAT
IS REALLY GOOD.

UH, BECKY,
YOU'RE DUMBHEAD.

STOP! I WANT TO COME
UP WITH MY OWN NAME.

BELINDA,
WHAT'S YOURS?

I DON'T NEED A NAME.
I'M NOT GOING TO BE
IN THE BAND.

I ACTUALLY NEVER
JOINED THE BAND. UH...

THE THOUGHT OF
BEING ON STAGE

IN FRONT OF ALL
THOSE PEOPLE

WAS WAY TOO TERRIFYING.

# RIP THEM DOWN,
HOLD ME UP #

# TELL THEM THAT
I'M YOUR GUN #

# PULL MY TRIGGER

UGH, IT'S SAND!

UGH!

THIS HAS TO BE
PERFECT, LORNA.

YEAH, IT'S PERFECT. I SAID
IT'S GOING TO BE PERFECT,

SO IT'S GOING
TO BE PERFECT.

JEEZ!

# TELL THEM THAT
I'M YOUR GUN #

# PULL MY TRIGGER,
I AM BIGGER THAN... #

"LEXICON DEVIL"
BY DARBY CRASH?

DARBY CRASH,
THAT...
THAT'S HIM.

HE'S
DARBY CRASH.

"EMPTY OUT
YOUR POCKETS,

YOU DON'T NEED
THE CHANGE.

I'M GIVING YOU THE
POWER TO REARRANGE.

TOGETHER, WE'LL RUN
TO THE HIGHEST PROP,

TEAR IT DOWN,
AND LET IT DROP."

DARBY CRASH
IS A GENIUS.

Darby:
YOU'RE PLAYING
IT ALL WRONG.

DRUMS ARE TOO SLOW.
BASS IS TOO FAST.

CHORDS ARE ALL WRONG.

YOU'RE MAKING
THE ENDING TOO LONG.

I QUIT.

FIRST OF ALL,
THAT WAS SO GOOD!

SECONDLY, I THINK
HE JUST QUIT.

Darby:
I DID QUIT, FOR A WEEK.

WE WEREN'T
A JOKE ANYMORE

AND OUR DRUMMER
COULDN'T BE EITHER.

Pat:
SO, THE GERMS HAD
A DRUMMER THING.

ALWAYS A FUCKING
DRUMMER THING.

THE FUCKING DRUMMER THING.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
UH, A DRUMMER THING?"

WITH BECKY,
IT WAS JUST...

OKAY, YOU KNOW...

WELL, YOU KNOW
HOW DARBY IS.

WHAT AN ASSHOLE.

Lorna:
OUR NEXT DRUMMER
WAS CLIFF HANGER

WHO WAS QUIETLY DEALING
OUT IN THE PARKING
LOT AT THE RAINBOW.

BUT HE WENT TO JAIL.

I HEARD HE GOT
HIS DICK CUT OFF.

THEN WE GOT
D.J. BONEBREAK,

BUT HE WAS ALSO
AN "X", AND "THE EYES"

AND DARBY SAID OUR
DRUMMER HAD TO BE
LOYAL TO "THE GERMS".

WE HAD THE SAME PROBLEM
WITH NICKY BEAT,

BECAUSE HE WAS ALSO
IN "THE WEIRDOS".

FUCKING DRUMMERS.

JEEZ, CHRIS ASHFORD
WAS OUR FIRST MANAGER.

HE WORKED AT A RECORD STORE
CALLED LIQUORICE PIZZA,

AND WE WERE ALWAYS
GOING IN THERE...

STEALING STUFF.

DARBY WOULD HAND OUT
HIS LYRIC SHEETS,

AND WHEN CHRIS
READ THEM, WELL...

HE JUST KNEW.

Kickboy:
KNEW WHAT?

THAT HE HAD TO
BE A PART OF IT.

OH SHIT.OH!

Pat:
CHRIS TOOK THE TAPE,

AND GOT A SINGLE PRESSED.

THE FIRST PUNK-ROCK
SINGLE IN L.A. HISTORY.

HE PUT THE LABEL
ON THE WRONG SIDE

AND WE GAVE HIM
A TONNE OF SHIT.

WATCH OUT, CHRIS!

Pat:
BUT HE STUCK BY US.

CHRIS TOOK US
TO THE MASQUE,

A STORAGE SPACE
UNDER A PORNO THEATRE

ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD.

SOME GUY NAMED
BRENDAN MULLEN
CLEARED IT OUT

AND STARTED CHARGING
PEOPLE TO REHEARSE THERE

AND IT JUST SORT OF TURNED
INTO A CLUB SOMEHOW.

OH MAN!

DO YOU GUYS HAVE TO
DESTROY EVERYTHING?

Darby:
YEAH.

OH!

YOU DO NOT WANT
TO BE ON THIS
GUY'S BAD SIDE.

YEAH, WHAT MAKES
YOU THINK SO?

BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT
"FLEETWOOD MAC", OKAY?

AND YOU'RE NOT
"THE BEE GEES".

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET
GIGS JUST ANYWHERE.

EXCEPT MAYBE HERE.

YEAH, AND THEN
YOU WOKE UP.

UGH.

I'M GOING TO
TALK TO BRENDAN.

OH, AND DARBY?

TRY NOT TO GET INTO
ANY TROUBLE, OKAY?

SURE THING, DAD.

Man:
"SCREAMERS!"

Man:
"SCREAMERS" RULE!

WE STOLE THIS SONG
FROM "THE GERMS"

BECAUSE WE LIKE IT

AND BECAUSE WE DO IT
BETTER THAN THEM.

IT'S CALLED "SEX BOY".

IT'S "SEX BOY"!

# I CAN TAKE
IT ANYWHERE #

# ANY TIME THAT I CAN

# I'M THE FUCKING SON
OF A SUPERMAN #

# I GOT A WEAPON
THAT'S AS DEADLY AS LIFE #

# IT'S A WELL-TRAINED TOOL
OF A MASTER GUY #

PERSONALLY, I LIKE
OUR VERSION BETTER.

# EVERY DAY,
IT'S THE SAME REGIME #

# 20 GIRLS ARE
ON MY SCENE #

DON BOLLES.

I'M YOUR NEW DRUMMER.

I DON'T BOOK BANDS
AT THE MASQUE.

IT'S NOT A CLUB.

IT'S A COOPERATIVE
ART ENVIRONMENT

FOR ALTERNATIVE
EXPRESSION.

M-A-S-Q-U-E.

THAT'S HOW
YOU SPELL IT.

AS IN POE'S "MASQUE
OF THE RED DEATH"?

EVEN THOUGH,
OF COURSE,

PUNK HAS NOTHING
TO DO WITH POE.

Pat:
NOBODY EVER UNDERSTOOD
WHAT THE GUY SAID.

WE ALWAYS SAID
HE SHOULD HAVE, LIKE,

WORDS UNDERNEATH HIM
LIKE IN ONE OF
THOSE FOREIGN FILMS.

RIGHT...

RIGHT, SO ANYWAY,
BRENDAN...

THIS IS EITHER THE BEST

OR THE WORST THING
THAT I'VE EVER HEARD.

BUT I HAD TO PACK UP
THE CAR AND DRIVE RIGHT
OUT TO BE IN THE BAND.

DRIVE OUT?

FROM ARIZONA. YOU DROVE OUT

ALL THE WAY
FROM ARIZONA?

THAT'S WEIRD. HUH.

WELL, I COULD TELL YOU GUYS
LIKE THE SAME STUFF I LIKE.

I MEAN, KRAUTROCK.

AVANT-NOISE.

OH, LIKE
THAT'S REAL MUSIC.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I DON'T KNOW,
DON'T ASK ME.

PRETTY DAMN BRILLIANT,
IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.

I MEAN, HE DID DRIVE
OUT FROM ARIZONA.

AND THAT COUNTS
FOR SOMETHING.

OKAY, DON.

YOU'RE A GERM.

OUTSTANDING!

NOW CUT YOUR HAIR,
YOU KRAUTROCK HIPPIE.

"THE GERMS".

HEY, BRENDAN,

BECAUSE OF THAT SHOW
AT THE ORPHEUM,

THEY'RE GETTING
A REPUTATION.

MAN, YOU COULD
EVEN CHARGE PEOPLE

A COUPLE BUCKS
TO WATCH THEM PLAY.

MAN, THE LEAD SINGER,
HE'S BRILLIANT.

HE'S LIKE A JIM MORRISON
BUT FOR OUR GENERATION.

OH MY GOD,
YOU GUYS.

THERE'S TWO PEOPLE
FUCKING OVER THERE.

Belinda:
EW, GROSS.

WHERE?

RIGHT THERE.

Belinda:
UGH.

Woman:

WAIT, THEY'RE
OVER THERE!

Lorna:

IT KIND OF SMELLS
LIKE BUTTER.

I'M DARBY CRASH.

YEAH, YEAH,
I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

MUFFINS.

Darby:
LET'S FUCK UP
THESE ART FAGS.

THEY RUINED
MY SONG.

YEAH. YEAH,
LET'S DO THAT.

NOT A SCRATCH,
MAN. PROMISE.

Men:

HEY, DON'T TOUCH ME,
YOU FUCKING JERK!

HEY, LEAVE HIM ALONE!
HE'S JUST HAVING FUN.

OW...

THAT WAS
AWESOME, DUDE.

YEAH.

WOW. WHERE'D
YOU GET THAT?

I FUCKING NABBED IT OFF
THE BACK OF SOME POSEUR.

IT'S FOR YOU.

I... I'M ROB.

LET'S GET
OUT OF HERE.

Darby:
"SLASH" WOULDN'T
PRINT OUR AD.

IT SAID, "SIX MILLION
JEWS CAN'T BE WRONG."

AND THERE WAS NO PICTURE,
JUST A CIRCLE.

Darby's voice:
OUR FAMILY IS A CIRCLE.

AND IT WILL BE, FOREVER.

Kickboy:
SO IT WAS AN
ANTI-HITLER THING?

NO. IT CAN BE
TAKEN EITHER WAY.

I'VE TALKED TO
JEWISH PEOPLE WHO
WOULD GET REALLY UPSET

BECAUSE YOU CAN'T REALLY
FIGURE OUT WHAT IT MEANS.

Darby's voice:
AND IF YOU FIND YOURSELF
IN OUR CIRCLE...

BUT WE DON'T WANT
TO BE ASSOCIATED

WITH THE WHOLE
NAZI THING, ANYWAY.

...THEN YOU ARE
INSIDE THE CIRCLE.

WE'RE NOT DOING IT
ON THAT BIG OF A SCALE.

JUST, LIKE IN OUR
CIRCLE OF FRIENDS.

WELL,
IT'S EASY TO BE AN
ARTISTIC FASCIST.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS
TO COMMIT TO A CERTAIN
THING AND THEN YOU...

NO. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.

IT'S NOT
LIKE THAT AT ALL.

I HAVE A VERY,
VERY SET IDEA

OF WHAT I WANT
TO GET DONE

AND HOW I'M
GOING TO DO IT,

AND I NEED PEOPLE
WHO CAN HELP ME DO IT.

Kickboy:
H-HOW ARE YOU
GOING TO GET

THOSE FUCKING
PEOPLE?

THEY'LL SHOW UP.

THEY ALWAYS HAVE BEFORE.

Darby's voice:
FOR SOME REASON,

IF YOU FIND YOURSELF
OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE...

THEN YOU'RE OUT
FOR GOOD...

BUT YOU, LORNA...

ARE THE
MOST INSIDE.

OW! WHAT
THE FUCK?

IT'S A GERMS' BURN.

A CIRCLE.
OW!

STINGS, HUH?

OW, THAT STINGS
REALLY FUCKING BAD.

LISTEN, SOMEDAY,
WHEN YOU'RE OLD,

LIKE... 40,

YOU'LL BE PAYING
FOR GROCERIES AT
A GROCERY STORE

AND YOU'LL SEE
SOMEBODY THAT HAS ONE

AND YOU'LL KNOW.

KNOW WHAT?

THAT THEY WERE
A PART OF IT TOO.

THAT REALLY
FUCKING HURT, DARBY.

# SAT ME ON MY ROTTEN KNEE

# A DESPERATE
COMMODI-TEASE #

# MAKE IT ALL
INTO PASTE... #

YOU FUCKING SELL-OUT!
WHAT IS THIS?

FUCK YOU, CAPITALIST!

MY GOD. WHAT'S NEXT,
A CONCESSION STAND?

READY, AIM, FIRE.

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# A SOCIAL BLAST

# CHAOTIC MASTER

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# PROPHETIC STATURE

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# A ONE-WAY MATCH

# DEMONIC FLASHER...

# COME BACK ON
THIS RI-I-IDE #

EVERYONE HERE
CAME TO SEE THEM.

WHAT ARE YOU
GOING TO DO?

REFUND EVERYONE'S
MONEY?

# CHAOTIC MASTER

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# YOUR MECCA'S GASH

# PROPHETIC STATURE

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# YOUR ONE-WAY MATCH

# DEMONIC FLASHER

# DEEP, DEEP
IN MY EYES #

# ROUND, ROUND
CIRCLE OF LIVES #

# IT'S A TAME,
TAME SORT OF WORLD... #

Woman:
WE LOVE
YOU, DARBY!

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# A SOCIAL BLAST

# PROPHETIC STATURE

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# YOUR ONE-WAY MATCH

# DEMONIC FLASHER

# SNAP, CRACKLE, POP

# SNAP, CRACKLE, POP

# SNAP, CRACKLE, POP

# OUT THERE

# I'M DARBY CRASH

# YEAH

Darby:
LET'S GO!

# I'M A LEXICON DEVIL
WITH A BATTERED BRAIN #

# AND I'M LOOKING
FOR A FUTURE #

# THE WORLD IS MY AIM

# SO GIMME,
GIMME YOUR HANDS #

# GIMME,
GIMME YOUR MINDS #

# SO GIMME,
GIMME YOUR HANDS #

# GIMME,
GIMME YOUR MINDS #

# GIMME, GIMME THIS

# GIMME, GIMME
THA-A-A-AT #

# I'LL GIVE YOU SILVER GUNS
THAT DRIP OLD BLOOD #

# LET'S GIVE THIS
ESTABLISHED JOKE A SHOVE #

# WE'RE GOING TO WREAK HAVOC
ON THIS RANCID MILL #

# GIMME, GIMME
YOUR HANDS #

# GIMME, GIMME
YOUR MINDS #

# GIMME, GIMME
YOUR HANDS #

# GIMME, GIMME
YOUR MINDS #

# GIMME, GIMME THIS

# GIMME, GIMME
THA-A-A-AT #

HEY, GIMME ME A
DOLLAR FOR BEER.

Rob:
PRICK. WHAT
THE FUCK, DUDE?

HUH.

HE'S PRETTY
CUTE, HUH?

PRETTY CUTE.

HEY, GIVE ME FIVE
DOLLARS FOR BEER.

WHY? ARE YOU
INTO HIM?

NO. ARE YOU?

FUCK, DUDE.

NOW, WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?

Kickboy:
SO, WHAT DID YOU
THINK OF ROB?

OH, THAT LITTLE SHIT?

HUH.

I DIDN'T LIKE HIM
FROM THE BEGINNING.

I MEAN, I THOUGHT
HE WAS CUTE.

I MEAN, WE ALL DID.

BUT...

I GUESS I JUST
DON'T LIKE TO SHARE.

HEY, WE'RE THIRSTY.
GIVE ME SOME
MONEY FOR BEER.

OKAY, SO
WHAT NOW?

GOD!

WE SEE HOW
HE ACTS AROUND
YOU, TOO.

HE DIGS YOU.

FUCK...

NOW MY RIDE
FULLY BAILED.

THERE'S NO WAY
I'M GETTING
SOUTH TONIGHT.

DARBY, THINK I
CAN CRASH AT YOUR
PLACE TONIGHT?

OH, YEAH. SURE.

YEAH? SURE.

SO WHERE'RE
YOUR PARENTS?

MY MOM WORKS
AT A RESTAURANT
AT L.A.X.

MY DAD...

HE'S, UH, GONE.

IS HE DEAD?MMM-HMM.

FUCK. I WISH MY
DAD WAS DEAD.

WHY'S THAT?

UM...

I DON'T WANT
TO TALK ABOUT IT.

YEAH.

LET'S LOOK
AT THAT CUT.

OH FUCK, MAN.
THAT'S GNARLY.

SHIT...

I DON'T
THINK YOU NEED
STITCHES, THOUGH.

MAN, UH...

WHY DON'T YOU LET
ME CLEAN IT OUT?

DO YOU HAVE SOME
BAND-AIDS AND SHIT?

UH, SURE...

HEY, DARBY, ARE
THESE YOUR SONGS?

YEAH. SOME OF 'EM.

"I CAME INTO THIS WORLD
LIKE A PUZZLED PANTHER

AWAITING TO BE CAGED.

BUT SOMETHING
STOOD IN THE WAY,

I WAS NEVER QUITE TAMED.

I CROSSED THE PATHS
OF RIGHT AND WRONG,

AND I SAW THEM
TAKE THEIR TOLL.

I SAW ARMIES
THAT MARCHED

AND LIKE ANIMALS
THEY CRAWLED.

EVOLUTION IS
A PROCESS TOO SLOW
TO SAVE MY SOUL

BUT I'VE GOT THIS
CREATURE ON MY BACK

AND IT JUST
WON'T LET GO."

WOW...

I'VE NEVER READ
ANYTHING LIKE
THIS BEFORE.

WHAT... WHAT
THE FUCK?

WHAT? WHAT?

UH... I DON'T KNOW.

IT'S JUST WEIRD,
YOU KNOW? LIKE...

NO, IT'S...

IT'S JUST RELATIVE.

YEAH, WELL, THAT...

THAT DOESN'T
MAKE IT UN-WEIRD.

FORGET IT.

LOOK... LOOK MAN,
I'M SORRY. I JUST...

DON'T WORRY ABOUT
IT. JUST... JUST...

FORGET IT.

YOU'RE STILL
BLEEDING.

YEAH.

YOU'RE RIGHT.

GET SOME SLEEP.

I DON'T WANT
YOU TO HATE ME.

Brendan:
THERE'S 43

OF YOUR "CLOSEST
PERSONAL FRIENDS"

ON THIS
GUEST LIST.

43!

I'LL NEVER MAKE
BACK MY NUTS.

WELL, THAT'S
WHO I WANT.

BUT IT'S NOT
EVEN A REAL LIST!

YOU PUT
DAVID BOWIE ON HERE!

I'M TAKING HIM OFF.

WAIT, HEY,
HE'S OUR BIGGEST
FAN, OKAY?

I SENT HIM A LETTER
TELLING HIM SO

AND HE BELIEVED US.

IF HE'S NOT
ON THE LIST,
I WON'T PLAY.

PUT HIM BACK.

YOU LADS HAVE COMPLETELY
LOST YOUR MINDS.

OKAY, FINE.

BOWIE CAN STAY.

WHAT THE HELL
DO I CARE?

I JUST PUT
DAVID BOWIE

BACK ON YOUR
BLOODY GUEST LIST.

WELL, WHY DON'T
WE PUT PEOPLE ON
THE GUEST LIST

WHO ARE, LIKE,
ACTUALLY GOING
TO SHOW UP?

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT
I'M TALKING ABOUT!

BOWIE STAYS
ON THE LIST.

AND EVERYBODY ELSE
STAYS ON THE LIST,

OR "THE GERMS"
WON'T PLAY.

COME ON, ROBBIE.

OH, HEY, DARBY.

I WAS THINKING THAT
WE COULD DO THAT SONG

I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT:

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE MANSON."

WHY DON'T YOU JUST
PLAY "THE GERMS"
SONGS, DONALD?

WELL, I'M NOT
TALKING TO YOU.

YEAH, WELL, I AM
TALKING TO YOU.

YOU'RE IN THE
COOLEST FUCKING
BAND IN L.A., DUDE.

YOU'RE LUCKY.

WHY ARE YOU
EVEN THINKING
ABOUT PLAYING

OTHER BANDS'
SONGS, MAN?

JUST PLAY
DARBY'S SONGS.

Don:
OBVIOUSLY,

THIS IS BETWEEN
ME AND DARBY.

YOU'RE IN
"THE GERMS", DON.

IF THAT'S NOT
GOOD ENOUGH,

YOU CAN FIND
ANOTHER BAND.

Darby:
HOW DO YOU KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING?

IT'S NOT FUCKING
BRAIN SURGERY.

COME ON, DARBY. OPEN UP.
I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS.

BATHROOM'S CLOSED.

SHIT IN THE STREET,
CACTUS HEAD!

Don:
COME ON OUT.FUCKING DON.

READY?

I'M READY.

GIVE US SOME....
GIVE US SOME CHANGE.

Woman:
GOT CHANGE RIGHT
HERE, MOTHERFUCKER.

IN SMALL ENOUGH
DENOMINATIONS.

Man:
COME ON, MAN!

IF SOMEBODY
THROWS US ANY BEER,

MAKE SURE IT'S
IN A BOTTLE.

Woman:
WHY DON'T YOU GET YOUR
FUCKING TEETH FIXED?

WHY DON'T YOU GET
YOUR BRAIN FIXED?

BECAUSE ALL I WANT...

IS BEER
AND DAMAGE.

I WANT PERSONAL DAMAGE.

# IT'S SUNDAY AND THE
STREETS AREN'T CLEAR #

# THE TRAFFIC'S SCREAMING
BUT WE CAN'T HEAR #

# THE SOUNDS, THE METALS
DRIVING US MAD #

# THE SOUNDS, THE METALS
DRIVING US MAD #

# THE SOUNDS, THE METALS
DRIVING US MAD #

# THE SOUNDS, THE METALS
DRIVING US MAD #

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

Crowd:
# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# CRASH,
THE BOTTLE BREAKS #

# FLASH ITS WILL
THROUGH MY VEINS #

# THE PAIN, THE COLOURS
MAKING ME SANE #

# THE PAIN, THE COLOURS
MAKING ME SANE #

# THE PAIN, THE COLOURS
MAKING ME SANE #

# THE PAIN, THE COLOURS
MAKING ME SANE #

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# WE MUST BLEED

# I'M NOT ONE I'M TWO

# I'M NOT ONE I'M TWO

# I'M NOT ONE I'M TWO

# I'M NOT ONE I'M TWO

# I WANT OUT NOW

# I WANT OUT NOW

# I WANT OUT NOW

# I WANT OUT NOW

Man:
FUCK YOU, DUDE.

PARTY'S OVER
WITH, ASSHOLE. YOU'RE
OUT OF HERE!

YEAH!

THEY'RE KICKING US OUT!
EVERYBODY CAUSE DAMAGE

AND BURN THIS PLACE
TO THE GROUND!

HEY!

OW!

Darby:
HERE HE IS.

HEY, PAT.

OH, WOW.

THEY FUCKED YOU UP!

ARE YOU OKAY?

WHERE'S MY GUITAR?

WHERE'S MY GUITAR?

OH, HE FUCKING
STOLE IT.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT
YOUR GUITAR.

THE WORLD IS
FULL OF GUITARS.

THERE'S ONLY
ONE PAT SMEAR.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YEAH.

YEAH.

SO I JUST BORROW
GUITARS NOW.

Kickboy:
EVERY TIME
YOU PLAY?

WHY? YOU WANT
TO BUY ME ONE?

ALL RIGHT,
HERE WE GO.

ALL RIGHT,
"GIDGET GOES TO HELL"

ON KROQ, PASADENA.

THIS IS RODNEY ON THE ROQ
AND I'M THRILLED,

AND... A LITTLE
NERVOUS, HUH,

TO BE SITTING HERE
WITH THE MOST
NOTORIOUS BAND

IN THE L.A.
PUNK SCENE...

"THE GERMS".

WOO-HOO!
THAT'S US.
YEAH!

WHAT DO YOU GUYS PLAY?

WELL, I PLAY
HARD TO GET.

ALL RIGHT.

WELL, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

MY NAME'S BEN WOBBLES.

YOU CHANGED
YOUR NAME?

YEAH, WE ALL DID.

Don:
YEAH, UH, UM,

MR. BINGENHEIMER,
I'M, UH...

DON SUMMERS.

I'M LORNA LISA.MM-HMM.

YEAH, AND
I'M ART DAMAGE.

NO MORE PAT SMEAR?

ARE YOU
SERIOUS?

OH, AND MY NAME IS, UH...

OH.

ALL RIGHT.

UM, YOU KNOW,
WHEN I TOLD PEOPLE

YOU GUYS WERE
COMING TO THE STUDIO

THEY ALMOST FAINTED.

ARE YOU REALLY
AS... WILD

AS... YEAH WE HAVE OUR
AXES IN THE CAR

AND WE CAN GET
THEM IF YOU WANT.

THAT'S OKAY.

SO WH-WHEN CAN WE SEE
YOU GUYS PLAY AGAIN?

WELL, WE ARE
PLAYING TONIGHT.

WE'RE, UH, PLAYING AT...

ALL NIGHT LONG.

SERIOUSLY.

OH, UH, PROBABLY NEVER.

NOBODY WANTS TO BOOK US.

AND ALL THE
CLUB OWNERS

THINK WE'RE GOING TO
DESTROY THEIR CLUBS.

WELL, SOUNDS LIKE YOU
NEED A GOOD MANAGER.

OH, WELL,
THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.

UH, ATTENTION,
LISTENERS.

IF ANYONE WANTS
TO BE OUR MANAGER,

PLEASE BRING
A CASE OF BEER

DOWN TO THE STUDIO
IMMEDIATELY.

YEAH, YEAH, BRING
SOME FOOD TOO.

AND A VEGGIE BURGER.

OH, AND HARD DRUGS.YEAH,

SO THAT'S, UH, FOOD
AND A TAB FOR RODNEY,

AND HARD DRUGS
FOR US!

AND LITTLE BOYS FOR ME.

YEAH, BREADED
AND PAN-FRIED

WITH REALLY BIG...

WOW... OKAY.

UM... HEY, LET'S
TAKE SOME CALLS.

OKAY.

Rodney:
UM...

YOU'RE ON
RODNEY ON THE ROQ
WITH "THE GERMS".

Punk rockers suck my dick!

OH-H-H.WHAT?

Rodney:
THANK YOU, OKAY.

NEXT CALLER. HUH.

UM... HELLO?

Woman:
You guys are
really obnoxious.

WELL, ANOTHER
SATISFIED CUSTOMER.

You don't have to be
obnoxious to be punk.

"The Plugz" aren't obnoxious.

YEAH, WELL, THEY'RE
NOT PUNK EITHER.

THEY'RE...

Don:
FUCK OFF!

Rodney:
LOOK,
I ACTUALLY, UM...

Man:
Punk rockers suck
ten-inch cock!

OH, YOU WISH, FAGGOT.

D... DON'T.

YOU'RE ON
RODNEY ON THE ROQ

WITH "THE GERMS".
WHO'S THIS?

Woman:
I want to talk to Pat.

AHH, WELL, I DON'T
WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

OH, IT'S THAT GIRL
WITH THE FLAT CHEST.

I don't have a flat chest. YEAH, YOU DO,

I FUCKED YOU LAST NIGHT.
TWICE TOMORROW.

Can you say that
word on the radio?

UH, ACTUALLY, NO.

UM, THE FG...

FCC, UM...

YOU KNOW, THE
COMMUNICATIONS PEOPLE,

YOU CAN'T...THEY SAID "FUCK"
ON "THE BRADY BUNCH".

UM, NO, IT'S THE LICENSE...

THEY'LL... THE GOVERNMENT'LL
TAKE IT AWAY FROM US.

DIDN'T THEY SAY
THE "C" WORD ON
"GILLIGAN'S ISLAND"?

WAIT, DON'T,
DON'T, DON'T...

RIGHT, DARBY?THE "C" WORD?

THE "C" WORD, ON
"GILLIGAN'S ISLAND".

DON'T SAY IT,
PLEASE DON'T.

OH, CUNT?

THEY SAID "CUNT" ON
"GILLIGAN'S ISLAND"?

NO WAY.

GOD, NO.

Rodney:
TROUBLE.
Darby:
TAKE ANOTHER CALL.

Don:
I'D LIKE A CUNT.

Rodney:
DON'T.
DON'T, DON'T.

Darby:
LET'S TAKE ANOTHER
CALLER, RODNEY.
STOP...

Lorna:
I WAS BORN
FROM A CUNT.
CAN YOU CUT!

WELL, THE BANDS THAT
WE'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO HATE

LIKE... "THE WHO"
AND THE STONES

AND PEOPLE LIKE THAT,

I MEAN, THEY WENT OUT AND
THEY LIVED ON THE STREETS,

AND DID EVERYTHING
THEY COULD TO MAKE IT.

BUT ALL THE PEOPLE THAT
LIVE AT THE CANTERBURY,

THEY WORK AT
FIORUCCI'S BECAUSE...

THEY KNOW THEY MIGHT
NOT MAKE IT AS A BAND.

NONE OF THEM ARE WILLING
TO TAKE THE CHANCE

THAT THEY'RE GOING TO BE 35
AND HAVE DONE NOTHING.

NONE OF US WORK

BECAUSE IF WE DON'T
MAKE IT AT THIS...

WE KNOW WE'RE NOT GOING
TO MAKE IT AT ANYTHING.

WE'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE
ANY MONEY TO PAY OUR RENT.

# I'M A LONER WITH BALONER
I'M GONNA HAVE TO PHONE HER #

# I'M A LONER WITH MALONER
I'M GONNA HAVE TO BONE 'ER #

HITLER USED
TO HAVE HIS
ARCHITECTS

MAKE TWO MODELS
OF THE SAME
BUILDING.

ONE TO SEE
WHAT IT WOULD
LOOK LIKE

WHEN IT WAS
BEING BUILT,

AND THE OTHER
AFTER IT WAS
DESTROYED.

THAT'S TRIPPY.

WE'RE GOING TO
MAKE AN ALBUM.

A FULL-LENGTH ALBUM.

AN ALBUM?MM-HMM.

RECORD COMPANIES
DON'T WANT US.
THEY WANT DISCO.

THEN WE'LL
MAKE IT OURSELVES.

AND WE'LL HAVE
"SLASH MAGAZINE" PUT
UP THE MONEY FOR IT.

DID BIGGS SAY
HE'D DO IT?

HE WILL.

"THE GERMS" HAVE
DECIDED TO DO
THEIR ALBUM

ON SLASH RECORDS.

SLASH RECORDS?Darby:
YEAH.

SLASH RECORDS
DOESN'T EVEN EXIST.

WE WANT BOWIE TO PRODUCE.

THAT IS A FUCKING
GREAT IDEA!

OR MARK LINDSAY.

MARK LINDSAY?

FROM "PAUL REVERE
AND THE RAIDERS"?

THAT GUY MAKES MORE
MONEY IN AN HOUR

THAN I'LL SEE
IN A LIFETIME.

WHY DON'T WE
JUST PRODUCE IT
OURSELVES, YOU GUYS?

SHUT UP,
CACTUS HEAD.

HEY, WHAT ABOUT
ROY THOMAS BAKER?

Darby:
OKAY,

WE WANT EITHER BOWIE,

LINDSAY, OR
ROY THOMAS BAKER

OR WE'RE NOT
GOING TO DO IT.

LOOK. I'M, LIKE, A HUGE
"GERMS" FAN, ALL RIGHT?

SO I'M JUST GOING TO
BE HONEST WITH YOU.

YEAH, I'M THINKING OF
STARTING A RECORD LABEL.

BUT IF I DO,
I'D DO AN ALBUM WITH "X".

WHY "X"?

OH, I DON'T KNOW,
BECAUSE THEY HAVE
REAL SONGS.

Kickboy:
REAL SONGS?

BOB, YOU SOUND
EXACTLY LIKE

THE FAT PIG
RECORD COMPANY
CONGLOMERATE FUCKS!

FUCK THAT
CAPITALIST
BULLSHIT!

OH, YEAH. FUCK EVERYTHING
UNTIL NEXT WEEK

WHEN I HAVE TO CUT
YOUR PAYCHEQUE.

YEAH, THEN YOU'LL LOVE
THE FACT THAT I DUMPED

ALL OUR MONEY
DOWN THE DRAIN

ON AN ALBUM THAT
WON'T MAKE ANY MONEY.

WHAT ABOUT
JOAN JETT?

SHE'S FAMOUS.

JOAN JETT?

HELLO, IS ANYBODY
HERE LISTENING TO
WHAT I'M SAYING?

THIS SIMPLY ISN'T
GOING TO HAPPEN.

# I'M RICHIE DAGGER
I CAN STOMP AND SWAGGER #

# I CAN TAKE ON ALL
OF YOUR HERO-OH-OES #

# I'M RICHIE DAGGER
I'M YOUNG AND HAGGARD #

# THE BOY THAT
NOBODY OH-OH-OWNS #

# HE SITS IN HIS CORNER
LIKE A CHILD DESPISED #

# A CRAZY SORT OF CAST
COMES OVER HIS EYES #

# THAT'S
RICHIE DAGGER'S CRIME #

# THE SORT OF BOY THAT
WAS NEVER MUCH LOVED #

# HIS IDEA OF FUN
WAS SOCIETY'S GRUDGE #

# THAT'S
RICHIE DAGGER'S CRIME #

# HIS LIFE WAS SUCH A MESS

# AND HIS FRIENDS
WEREN'T QUITE THE BEST #

# BUT HE WAS SATISFIED

# THAT'S
RICHIE DAGGER'S CRIME #

# SUCK ME IN
AND SPIT ME OUT #

# DEVOUR ME IN HASTE

# I'M RICHIE DAGGER
I CAN STOMP AND SWAGGER #

# I CAN TAKE ON ALL
OF YOUR HERO-OH-OES #

# I'M RICHIE DAGGER
I'M YOUNG AND HAGGARD #

# THE BOY THAT
NOBODY OH-OH-OWNS #

# HE COULD SET
YOUR MIND ABLAZE #

# SPARKLING EYES
AND VISIONARY GAZE #

# HE STOOD LIKE A REMNANT
FROM AN OUTBREAK PAST #

# WORE SOMETHING IN HIS EAR
AND BOY WAS HE SASS #

# I'M RICHIE DAGGER
I CAN STOMP AND SWAGGER #

# I CAN TAKE ON ALL
OF YOUR HERO-OH-OES #

# I'M RICHIE DAGGER
I'M YOUNG AND HAGGARD #

# THE BOY THAT
NOBODY OH-OH-OWNS #

THAT TAKE
SOUNDS AWESOME.

Rob:

I STILL THINK DON'S
DRUMS ARE TOO SLOW.

Don:
HEY!

FUCK OFF,
BOBERT.

I PLAYED IT THE WAY
WE ALWAYS PLAY IT.

HAVE YOU BEEN
TO THE FLEETWOOD?

THE NEW BANDS PLAY
LOUDER, HARDER, FASTER.

YEAH, WELL,
THAT'S BECAUSE
THEY'RE CHEATING.

THEY PLAY
OOMPA-LOOMPA
POLKA BEATS!

THEY SUCK!

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU
THINK, DARBY?

MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE
DON RE-DO THE DRUMS.

WELL, I GUESS
I KNOW WHO'S WEARING

THE PINK HANKY
IN THIS FAMILY.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, DON.

WAS I PLAYING
TOO SLOW?

NO, YOU WERE
PERFECT.
THEATRE OF
THE ABSURD.

UM...

UH, D... DON WAS
RIGHT ON.

I MEAN... I KNOW WHETHER OR
NOT IT WAS RIGHT!

WE'RE DOING IT AGAIN.

OKAY. WE'LL
DO IT AGAIN.

FUCK.

Biggs:
FROM THE MOMENT
I FIRST SAW "THE GERMS"

I SAID TO MYSELF,
"BIGGS...

YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE AN
ALBUM WITH THESE GUYS."

YEAH. Biggs:
AH? HA-HA.

Man:
YEAH, I WAS
THERE. I HEARD IT.

ALL RIGHT, NOW
THAT IT'S DONE...

I'VE GOT TO TELL YOU.

I'M MORE PROUD OF THIS

THAN ANYTHING I'VE EVER
DONE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!

Pat:
THAT'S NOT
SAYING MUCH!

Biggs:HOLD ON, HOLD ON.

I'VE GOT A REVIEW HERE
BY RICHARD MELTZER.

LISTEN.

THIS IS COMING OUT IN
THE "L.A. TIMES" TOMORROW.

"THIS VALUABLE
PIECE OF VINYL

THE ALBUM
OF THE YEAR,

THE MOST STAGGERING
RECORDED STATEMENT SO FAR

FROM THE AMERICAN
BRANCH OF NEW WAVE...

THE MOST REMARKABLE
L.A. STUDIO ACHIEVEMENT

AT LEAST SINCE
'THE DOORS' 'L.A. WOMAN'!"

I HATE "THE DOORS".

THEY SUCK.

Biggs:
ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS.
COME ON,

THERE'S FOOD.
THERE'S BEER.

EVERYONE, EAT UP.
DRINK UP.

IT'S A PARTY, ENJOY
YOURSELVES, COME ON.

Lorna:
NEAR BEER? FUCK THAT!

COME ON, YOU
CHEAP MOTHERFUCKER.

YOU COULD HAVE AT
LEAST BOUGHT THEM

SOME REAL
FUCKING BEER.

AND ENCOURAGE
THESE PEOPLE TO STICK
AROUND AND GET DRUNK?

WHAT ARE YOU, MAD?

I FEAR SO, YES.

MY MOTHER WAS MAD.

MY GRANDFATHER,
MY GREAT-GRANDFATHER.

BUT YOU KNOW, IT'S
ALL IN THE FAMILY.

IT'S OKAY, IT'S
UH... YOU KNOW,
IT'S REGULAR MAD.

IT'S NOT CRAZY-MAD,
BUT IT'S... NEARLY MAD.

EXPLAIN THE
DIFFERENCE.

SLASH DIDN'T
BUY FOOD?

THIS IS THE WORST
THING I'VE EVER SEEN.

YEAH, WELL, THEY'RE
PRACTICALLY BROKE

AND THEY ONLY HAVE,
LIKE, 37 CENTS IN
THEIR ACCOUNT. SO...

WELL, I CAN BUY
YOU FOOD, DARBY.

AND BEER,
AND HARD DRUGS.

SURE, DARBY.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Michelle:
THAT'S WHEN
THE MARCH STARTED.

Kickboy:
WHAT FUCKING
MARCH?

THE MARCH OF
THE CREEPS.

HE GREW UP WITH A VERY...

NARROW WORLD VIEW.

AND I'M OPENING UP
HIS MIND.

I TOOK HIM TO THE OPERA,
WHICH... I HATED,

BUT HE LOVED.

FUCK AMBER. SHE BUYS
WHATEVER HE WANTS.

MOST OF IT WITH
BAD CHEQUES.

Lorna:
WE'LL GO TO STORES,

AND THEY'LL SEE HER COMING
AND THEY'LL LOCK THE DOOR.

I BOUGHT HIM
A HUGE $750 THESAURUS

BECAUSE HE LOVES
WORDS SO MUCH.

UGH, FUCKING GROSS.
SHE'S A SOCIOPATH.

AND A BITCH.

GIMME AN OKI-DOG,
AMBER.

GET ROBBIE ONE, TOO.

OKAY.

OOH, YEAH.

Don:
GIMME,
GIMME, GIMME.

WHO ELSE WANTS
AN OKI-DOG?

OH, ME AND JENA.

YEAH, OKI-DOG,

HOLD THE CAT.

LORNA? MICHELLE?
MELISS?

TWO EACH. Michelle:
TWO EACH.

YEAH.TWO EACH.

WHAT?

AMBER, NONE OF US
HAVE ANY MONEY

AND WE'RE ALL HUNGRY,

AND ROBBIE HERE...
HE HASN'T EATEN IN
LIKE, TWO DAYS.

IT'S BEEN
LONGER THAN THAT.

OKAY, WHO WANTS
CHILLI AND CHEESE?

All:
I DO.

WHAT ABOUT FRIES?
WHO WANTS FRIES?

Various:
I DO!
Don:
ME, ME, ME!

A VEGGIE BURGER
AS WELL.

OKAY.

OH MY GOD.
SHE'S SO GROSS.

FAT COW.

FAT COW WITH
A TRUST FUND.

Man:
WELL, HURRY YOUR
SHIT UP, AMBER.

Kickboy:
YOU HAVE BEEN ACCUSED
OF HAVING GROUPIES.

Darby:
WELL, THEY CALL
THEM GROUPIES.

THEY'RE NOT GROUPIES.

I MEAN, ONCE YOU'VE
TALKED TO SOMEBODY
FOR, LIKE, THREE WEEKS

THEN THEY CEASE
TO BE A GROUPIE.
THEY BECOME YOUR FRIEND.

AND I GUESS IF SOMEBODY
COMES UP TO YOU AND...

AND SAYS,
"HEY, YOU'RE GREAT."

AND YOU TALK TO THEM
AND STUFF, AND THEN
YOU GO HOME WITH THEM,

WELL THEN, OKAY,
THEN THEY'RE A GROUPIE.

BUT, YOU KNOW, ONCE YOU
DRIVE AROUND WITH THEM

AND YOU GO HERE
AND THERE, AND...

THEY'RE A FRIEND.

SO WE DON'T HAVE
ANY GROUPIES

BECAUSE THEY ALL
BECOME OUR FRIENDS.

ARE YOU SURE YOU
WANT TO DO THIS?

I DON'T WANT TO BE
A JUNKIE, DARBY.

YOU CAN BE WHAT
YOU WANT TO BE.

YOU KNOW WHAT I
REALLY WANT TO BE?

MORE THAN ANYTHING?

WHAT?

DRUMMER FOR
"THE GERMS".

DUDE, THAT WOULD
FUCKING RULE.

INTENSE, HUH?

THAT'S REALLY
INTENSE.

# LET ME TOUCH THE TIPS

# OF INCULCATED

# DESIRE

# AND BRUSH THE FETTERED

# VEILS AWAY

# VEILS AWAY

# SHUT DOWN

# IN THE DEPTHS I LAY

Man:
HOW WOULD YOU
LIKE THE WRONG END

OF THIS RIFLE
UP YOUR ASS?

# I...

PERSONAL DAMAGE!

# ANNHI-I-I-I-

# HILA-A-A-TION

# IF YOU WANT SOMETHING
THEN I'VE GOT SOMETHING #

HEY, CUT
YOURSELF!

YEAH, CUT
YOURSELF!

# ..SET YOU FREE

Man:
HEY, CUT YOURSELF!

THAT WAS WORSE THAN SCARY.
IT WAS LIKE A RIOT.

BABY MONSTERS,
THAT'S ALL THEY ARE.

IT'S MY PEOPLE.

IT'S NOT FUNNY,
IT'S UGLY.

IS THIS WHAT
WE'VE WANTED?

IS IT?

OW.

WE'RE GOING TO GET
BANNED EVERYWHERE.

WE'RE NOT GOING TO
BE ABLE TO PLAY ANYWHERE.

NO WONDER DON
STARTED ANOTHER BAND.

WHAT BAND?

OH SHIT,
YOU DIDN'T HEAR?

WELL, IT'S A JOKE BAND.
IT'S STUPID.

IT'S CALLED "VOX POPS".

WHEN HE SINGS,
HE PLAYS GUITAR...

HE WEARS A DRESS.

IT'S STUPID.

HE WEARS A DRESS?

# WELL, I GOT
A LOVE FOR YOU #

# I DON'T WANNA TALK
OR SCREW #

# I WANNA LOVE YOU
LIKE YOUR MOM AND DAD #

# GIVE YOU LOVE
LIKE YOU'VE NEVER HAD #

I CAN'T BELIEVE
THAT'S THE DRUMMER
FOR "THE GERMS".

WHAT A FAG!

# MOM

# MOM

# LOVE LIKE YOUR MOM

WHAT A FAG!

FUCK YOU, ROBBIE.

FUCK ME?

I'M NOT THE ONE
WHO JUST FLASHED
THE AUDIENCE.

Woman:
HEY, DARBY.

HI. I'M, UH,
PENELOPE SPHEERIS.

I'M DOING
A DOCUMENTARY
ON THE SCENE.

IT'S CALLED
"THE DECLINE OF
WESTERN CIVILIZATION",

AND I REALLY WANT
TO FILM ONE OF
YOUR PERFORMANCES.

WHEN ARE YOU
PLAYING AGAIN?

UH, NEVER.

WE'VE BEEN... BANNED
FROM EVERY CLUB IN L.A.

EVERY CLUB
IN L.A.?

MM-HMM.
PRETTY MUCH.

THEN I'LL
RENT A PLACE.

Kickboy:
WHICH CLUBS HAVE YOU
BEEN BANNED FROM SO FAR?

THE WHISKY.

THE FLEETWOOD.

CLUB 88.

THE HONG KONG.

THE HONG KONG.

THE ROCK CORPORATION.

THE ROCK CORPORATION.

YEAH, THEM TOO.

EVERY CLUB, REALLY.

OUT.

EVERYONE LOVES THE ALBUM,

THINKS IT'S GREAT,
WANTS TO SEE US,

BUT WE CAN'T BOOK SHOWS.

IT'S SO US.

IT FUCKING SUCKS.

IT'S SO US.

DUDE, I THOUGHT WE
AGREED WE WEREN'T GOING
TO GET HIGH.

WEAREN'T GETTING
HIGH, PAT, I AM.

SO, IS THAT WHAT
WE'RE DOING NOW?

IT'S WHAT PEOPLE EXPECT.

IT'S WHAT THEY WANT.

SHOULD I GET HIGH TOO?

NO. JUST...

HUH... GO AWAY.

GO AWAY?

NOW.

NOW!

WHERE THE
HELL DID I PUT MY
DRUMSTICKS?

PROBABLY NEXT TO
YOUR DRESS, DON.

IT'S JUST
A JOKE BAND, DARBY.

NO BIG DEAL, RIGHT?

HEY, IS THAT SPEED?

GO, DON!

Kickboy:
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU GET
SO LOADED WHEN YOU PERFORM?

THAT WAY I DON'T FEEL
MYSELF GETTING HURT.

# I CAME INTO THIS

# WORLD

# A PUZZLED

# PANTHER

# WAITING

# TO BE CAGED

# BUT SOMETHING

# STOOD IN THE WAY

# I WAS NEVER

# QUI-I-I-ITE

# TAMED

# CROSSED THE PATHS
OF RIGHT AND WRONG #

# SAW THEM TAKE A TOLL

# SAW ARMIES THAT MARCHED

# LIKE ANIMALS
THEY CRAWLED #

# I CAME INTO THIS

# WORLD

# A PUZZLED

# PANTHER

# WAITING

# TO BE CAGED

# BUT SOMETHING
STOOD IN THE WAY #

# I WAS NEVER

# QUI-I-I-ITE

# TAMED

# EVOLUTION'S A PROCESS

# TOO SLOW TO
SAVE MY SOUL #

# I'VE GOT THIS
CREATURE ON MY BACK #

# AND IT JUST
WON'T LET GO #

# IF I...

Kickboy:
WHAT NOW, DARBY?

YOU'VE BEEN BANNED FROM,
UH, EVERY CLUB IN L.A.

WE GOT A GIG AS G.I.

IT STANDS FOR
"GERMS INCOGNITO".

BUT DON'T TELL
ANYBODY IT'S US.

YOU DON'T THINK
EVERYBODY IS GOING TO
FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT?

HOPEFULLY WE'LL BE
DONE PLAYING BEFORE
ANYBODY FIGURES IT OUT.

GERMS! GERMS!
GERMS! GERMS!...

SURE, YOU BOOKED
A FEW GIGS.

THAT'S THE
AGENT'S JOB.

BUT AS OF RIGHT NOW,

I'M DARBY'S MANAGER.

AND THAT MEANS
THAT I HANDLE ALL
THE BUSINESS AFFAIRS.

AND THAT MEANS THAT
YOU WORK FOR ME.

WORK FOR YOU?

ALL YOU DO IS
BUY DARBY'S DOPE!

LOOK, IF IT
WASN'T FOR ME,

HE'D BUY IT OFF THE
STREET AND PASS OUT

AND GET HIT BY
A CAR OR SOMETHING.

"HIT BY A CAR."
MY GOD.

DO YOU HAVE
ANY IDEA
OF THE HOOPS

THAT I HAD TO JUMP
THROUGH JUST TO
GET THEM THIS GIG?

HEY, HAS ANYBODY
SEEN GEZA?

HE SAID HE WAS
GOING TO LOAN ME
HIS GUITAR,

BUT I CAN'T FIND
HIM ANYWHERE.

WHAT ABOUT DON? DON'S NOT HERE?

ALL RIGHT,
I'LL KEEP LOOKING.

WELL, IF YOU
ARE THE MANAGER,

YOU ARE DOING
ONE HELL OF A JOB!

THIS BAND...
THIS BAND IS IN
A TOTAL DISARRAY!

I'M DOING A
HELL OF A JOB?

YOU'VE BEEN
MANAGING THE BAND!YES,

I HAVE BEEN MANAGING...Male voice:
HE HAS TO GO ON NOW,

DRUMMER OR
NO DRUMMER.

EXCUSE ME.
YES, I HAVE BEEN
MANAGING THE BAND,

AND I'M GOING TO
CONTINUE MANAGING
THIS BAND,

AND I DON'T
NEED ANY HELP
MANAGING THIS BAND!

EVERYBODY HERE
KNOWS THAT YOU'RE
NOT THE MANAGER

EXCEPT YOU!

WHAT IS WRONG
WITH YOU?

Man:
"G.I." HAS TO
GO ON NOW.

WE NEED MORE TIME.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

BUT OUR DRUMMER'S
NOT HERE YET.

THOSE KIDS OUT THERE
ARE GOING TO RIOT

IF SOMEBODY
DOESN'T GO ON.

WE CAN'T PLAY
WITHOUT A DRUMMER.

WE WANT "THE GERMS"!
WE WANT "THE GERMS"!

FIVE MORE MINUTES,
THEN I'M PULLING THE PLUG.

I'LL PLAY DRUMS.

YOU DON'T KNOW
HOW TO PLAY DRUMS.

YES I DO. I'VE
BEEN PRACTICING.

DARBY, LOOK AT ME.

YOU KNOW
I WANT THIS.

I'VE ALWAYS
WANTED THIS.

THEN MAYBE
YOU SHOULD
PLAY THE DRUMS.

I WON'T LET
YOU DOWN, DARBY.HUH.

Pat:
HEY, I
FOUND ONE.

WHERE'S DON?

DOESN'T MATTER.

DON'S OUT.
ROBBIE'S IN.

LET'S GO, ROBBIE.

Robbie:
FUCK YEAH, DUDE.

Emcee:
ALL RIGHT.
RODNEY BINGENHEIMER,

RODNEY ON THE ROQ.

AND NOW FROM THE GARAGES
OF WEST L.A.,

FUCKING DRUMMERS.THE WORLD-FAMOUS
SUNSET TRIP,

IT'S "THE GERMS"!

YEAH! YEAH!

WAITRESS...

WE'RE "THE GERMS"

AND WE NEED BEER.

Crowd:

GOOD TO SEE YOU.
HOW ARE YOU? HI.

I'M "THE GERMS'"
DRUMMER.

THE DRUMMER'S
ON STAGE. FUCK OFF.

Darby:
COUNT IT
OFF, ROBBIE.

COUNT WHAT OFF?

Don:
THAT'S NOT "THE GERMS'"
DRUMMER. IT'S FUCKING ROB.

I'M "THE GERMS'"
DRUMMER AND I'M LATE.

HEY, GO GET A PASS
OR WAIT OUTSIDE.

I'M NOT GOING
TO WAIT OUTSIDE.

COUNT IT OFF SO WE CAN
START THE SONG TOGETHER.

UH, EXCUSE ME.
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?

I'M PLAYING THE
DRUMS TONIGHT.

ISN'T THAT
RIGHT, DARBY?

GET OFF THE
STAGE, ROBBIE.

FINE.

GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

GET OFF THE
STAGE, ASSHOLE.

GET OFF THE
STAGE, ASSHOLE.

Don:
WHOA!

OH, NO, NO, NO!
NOT THE DRUMS!

FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT! FIGHT!

Don:
OH, NOT MY HI-HAT!

"TELL ME, MY BRETHREN,

IF THE GOAL BE LACKING
TO HUMANITY,

IS NOT HUMANITY
ITSELF LACKING?

IT IS TIME FOR MAN
TO MARK HIS GOAL.

IT IS TIME FOR MAN
TO PLANT THE GERM

OF HIS HIGHEST HOPE."

UH, YEAH, OH...

OH GOD!

Robbie:

OH, YEAH,
THAT'S GOOD.

Woman:

Woman:
YEAH, OH, OH, OH.

HEY, DARBY. HEY, DARBY.

OH, COME ON,
DARBY.

OH.

FUCK YOU,
ASSHOLE!

SO YOU REALLY WANT
TO BE A GERM, HUH?

HUH, YOU FUCKING
KNOW I DO, MAN.

WELL, GREAT.

YOU'RE A GERM.

HAVE FUN.

DARBY.

I WENT OVER TO
LUCKY'S HOUSE TO
GET SOME SPEED

AND HE WASN'T THERE,
SO I BROKE IN.

BUT I FOUND THESE.

THIS HERE IS
CRYSTAL METH.

AND THIS ONE
HERE IS...

M.D.M.A.

BUT THIS ONE,
I DON'T KNOW, THERE'S
NO FUCKING LABEL

SO... WAIT A SECOND.

NO LABEL?

HUH.

THERE'S ONLY ONE
WAY TO FIND OUT.

OH, YEAH.

DARBY, NO.

NO, NO, NO,
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT THIS SHIT IS.

GET UP!

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

YOU WANT TO FUCKING
KILL YOURSELF, HUH?

DARBY, HEY!

DARBY, HEY.
HEY. DARBY.

DARBY, HEY.

HEY, DARBY.

OH, COME ON,
YOU GOTTA BE...

HEY, DARBY.

DARBY. DARBY, HEY.

WHAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY?

IT'S JUST KETAMINE!

FAGGOTS USE THIS STUFF
WHEN THEY GET FIST-FUCKED

TO MAKE THEIR
ASSHOLES OPEN.

NO ONE'S GOING
TO DIE FROM
A LOOSE ASS.

DON'T FUCKING
LAUGH, DARBY.

I'M NOT GOING TO
STAND BY HERE AND
WATCH YOU KILL YOURSELF.

HUH!IS THIS THE
BIG PLAN?

THE BIG FIVE-YEAR PLAN?

RIGHT HERE,
RIGHT NOW?

WELL, I'M NOT GOING
TO LET THAT HAPPEN.

I JUST MADE ROBBIE
THE DRUMMER FOR
"THE GERMS".

WE CAN'T PLAY
WITH ROB.

I KNOW.

OH, SO YOU'RE NOT
JUST KILLING YOURSELF,

YOU'RE KILLING
OUR BAND.

DARBY, "THE GERMS"
ARE THE ONLY THING
ANY OF US

HAVE EVER REALLY
CARED ABOUT.
"THE GERMS"
ARE DEAD, PAT,

AND YOU KNOW THAT.

I MEAN, WE CAN'T EVEN
GET ANY GIGS ANYMORE.

WE... WE CAN'T EVEN
GO ON STAGE WITHOUT
STARTING A RIOT.

SO?

SO, WHAT ARE WE
SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?

I'M GOING
TO LONDON...

WITH AMBER.

LONDON WITH AMBER?

AND WHEN I GET BACK...

EVERYTHING'S GOING
TO BE DIFFERENT...

'CAUSE I KNOW WHAT
I'M DOING, PAT.

# DEMENTIA OF
A HIGHER ORDER #

# WHAT WE DO IS SECRET

# SECRET

"THE GERMS" ON KROQ.

AND NOW I AM
REALLY EXCITED

BECAUSE I HAVE
DARBY CRASH ON THE PHONE,

CALLING FROM ENGLAND.
WHAT'S GOING ON, DARBY?

Darby:
IT'S 6:00 IN THE
MORNING OUT HERE.

Well, that's pretty cool.

So, you seen
lots of shows?

WELL, I SAW "THE GO-GO'S"
THE OTHER NIGHT.

Oh yeah? AND "THE BLACKHEARTS",

AND I WENT AND SAW
"THE BODY SNATCHERS".

Oh, "The Go-Go's", yeah.

Hey, remember when Belinda
was in "The Germs"?

YEAH, IT'S KIND
OF WEIRD COMING ALL
THE WAY TO ENGLAND

AND SEEING
HOLLYWOOD BANDS.

YOU KNOW, EVERYBODY
SAYS PUNK IS DEAD,

BUT IT'S BIGGER THAN EVER.

THE ONLY BAND
THAT I'VE SEEN

THAT'S ANY GOOD THOUGH
IS "ADAM AND THE ANTS".

EVERYBODY HERE IS
REALLY INTO "THE ANTS".

"Adam and the Ants",
wow. Weird.

When are you coming home?

WELL, IT DEPENDS ON
HOW LONG I CAN GET BY

WITH THE MONEY
WE'VE GOT.

IF ANYBODY WANTS
TO SEND ANY MONEY,

THEY CAN DO IT THROUGH
LORNA OR MICHELLE.

Rodney:
AH, GOOD IDEA.

ALL RIGHT, WELL,
THANKS FOR CALLING

all the way from
England. Bye, Darby.

BYE, RODNEY. Yeah, call again.

BYE, EVERYBODY. All right...

All:
BYE, DARBY. THAT WAS DARBY CRASH

ON THE WORLD-FAMOUS
KROQ, ROCK OF THE '80s.

NOW WE'RE GOING TO
PLAY A SONG CALLED
"WORLD UP MY ASS"

BY THE "CIRCLE JERKS".

HEY, I HEARD
DARBY'S BACK.

YEAH.

OH, HEY. HEY.

COME ON IN.THANKS.

WE MADE HIM MOVE
INTO OUR APARTMENT

SO WE COULD TAKE
CARE OF HIM.

OH, WE HAD
SO MUCH FUN.MM-HM.

WE WOULD HAVE THESE
DINNER PARTIES.

HE WAS REALLY
INTO WINE-TASTING.HMM.

HE WAS INTO WINE-
TASTING AND DOPE.

I WAS INTO
BUTT-FUCKING...

AND DOPE.

YOU'RE SUCH
A ROMANTIC.WELL, IT'S TRUE!

Pat:
THIS IS THE
NEW PLACE, HUH?

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD.

LOOK AT THAT MOHAWK.

MOHICAN.

WOW. WHAT'S
THE DIFFERENCE?

HUH...

I'M STARTING
A NEW BAND, PAT.

AND I'VE...

AUDITIONED, I-I
DON'T KNOW, OVER...

WHAT, 30
GUITAR PLAYERS
AND THEY...

THEY ALL PRETEND TO
BE YOU, SO I JUST...

I DON'T KNOW,
I FIGURED I MIGHT
AS WELL HAVE YOU.

GEE, THANKS.

IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT
TO ME, PAT.

CAN LORNA PLAY?NO.

WELL, WHAT ABOUT DON?

I MEAN, DON WAS
A PERFECT FIT
FOR US.

I DON'T KNOW, DARBY.
HEY, I DON'T KNOW.

I MEAN, WE WERE GOOD.

WE GOT REALLY GOOD.

DON'T YOU WANT TO
PLAY WITH ME, PAT?

OF COURSE!
YOU KNOW THAT.

OF COURSE I DO.

HMM.

GOOD.

LET'S START
PRACTICING IMMEDIATELY.

WE HAVE A GIG
NEXT WEEK.

NEXT WEEK?

WE'LL PULL IT OFF.

WE ALWAYS
PULL IT OFF.

SO, AMBER, NOBODY
UNDERSTANDS
WHY "THE...

WHY "THE GERMS"
BROKE UP.

WELL, KICKBOY,
THEY COULDN'T GET
SHOWS ANYMORE.

IT'S PAT'S FAULT,
BASICALLY.

PAT HAS A PROBLEM
WITH VIOLENCE,

AND DARBY SIMPLY
GOT FED UP.

BUT... BUT... BUT PAT
IS IN THE NEW BAND!

UH, WHY WOULD DARBY
BE FED UP WITH PAT?

AND WHAT ABOUT LORNA?

WHERE IS...?I'M NOT AT LIBERTY
TO DISCUSS

INTERNAL BAND POLICY.

OH, YOU'RE
NOT AT LIBERTY.

WELL, THEN MAYBE
I'LL ASK DARBY.

DARBY'S NOT
SPEAKING WITH THE
PRESS RIGHT NOW.

THE PRESS? I'M NOT
THE FUCKING PRESS.

I'M FUCKING KICKBOY,
YOU CUNT!

NO PRESS.
NO PICTURES.

NO INTERVIEWS. OH, FUCK YOU.

NOW, I'VE IMPOSED
A STRICT CLAMPDOWN
ON ALL MEDIA.

WELL, I'VE IMPOSED
A STRICT CLAMPDOWN
ON YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.

OKAY?OKAY, BRING IT ON.

YEAH, YOU'LL NEVER
BE IN "SLASH" FUCKING
MAGAZINE, AMBER.

THIS IS GOING TO BE
UP YOUR FUCKING ASS.OH, GOOD!

AND I'M GOING TO
BE RECORDING IT, YOU KNOW WHAT?

I'M GOING TO
LIKE IT.
AND SHOVING IT UP...
DOWN YOUR THROAT.

OH, GOOD, YOU
KNOW WHAT I LIKE? FUCK YOU!

WE'VE GOT ALL
OUR INSTRUMENTS,

AND THEY WORK.

WE'RE AT THE STARWOOD...

AND DARBY'S NOT WASTED.

Amber:
WE HAVE A
NEW POLICY.

WE ONLY TAKE DRUGS
UNDER THINKING
CONDITIONS.

OKAY.

YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT
USED TO PROFESSIONAL
MANAGEMENT.

# ALL HE SEES ARE
DEATH MASKED STARS #

# THE LION'S WORLD
IS COLD AND SHARP #

# ALL HE WANTS
IS MUCH TOO FAR #

# HE STALKS THE ROADS
OF TOKEN CARS #

# HE SNARLS AT WINDS
THAT MEAN NO HARM #

# AND TAKES THE THORNS
IN PERFECT FORM #

# A BROKEN IDEAL
RIDES INSIDE #

# THE TORTURED LION'S
DENIM HIDE #

# I WANT THE LION'S SHARE

# GATHER ROUND
THE BROKEN CHAIRS #

# FEED MY MIND
UNHOLY TESTS #

# DO ME IN
I NEED TO REST #

# HE SLEEPS WHEN
NOTHING'S IN THE AIR #

# EATS THE SCRAPS
OF SOME WHO CARE #

# ALL HE WANTS
IS MUCH TOO FAR #

# HE STALKS THE ROADS
OF TOKEN CARS #

# HE SNARLS AT WINDS
THAT MEAN NO HARM #

# AND TAKES THE THORNS
IN PERFECT FORM #

# A BROKEN IDEAL
RIDES INSIDE #

# THE TORTURED LION'S
DENIM HIDE #

CUT YOURSELF!

# I WANT THE LION'S SHARE

# GATHER ROUND
THE BROKEN CHAIRS #

# FEED MY MIND
UNHOLY TESTS #

# DO ME IN
I NEED TO REST #

Man:
YOU SUCK!

Woman:
WOOO-HOOO!

THANKS, LORNA.

WHATEVER.

Amber:WITHOUTA DOUBT,

THAT WAS THE BEST
SHOW EVER, DARBY.

MUCH BETTER THAN
ANY "GERMS" SHOW.

Robbie:
HEY, NICE
OUTFIT, DARBY.

YEAH?

HOW'D IT FEEL TO BE THE
DRUMMER FOR "THE GERMS"?

FUCK "THE GERMS".

HAVE SOME FEATHERS.

FUCK YOUR
FEATHERS, MAN.

AND FUCK YOU!STOP IT, ROBBIE.

ROBBIE!

YOU WANT TO FUCK
WITH SOMEONE?

COME ON,
FIGHT WITH ME! LORNA!

COME ON,
FUCK WITH ME.STOP IT!

YEAH?YOU WANT
TO FIGHT?

COME ON.

COME ON.

Amber:
JUST WALK
AWAY, ROBBIE.

WALK AWAY.

Robbie:
SHINE, DUDE.

COME ON. LET'S
GET OUT OF HERE.

Amber:
ARE YOU ALL
RIGHT, DARBY?

I CAN'T BELIEVE
I JUST DID THAT.

DON'T FUCK WITH
LORNA DOOM.

DUDE, DON'T
WORRY ABOUT IT.

WE'LL WORK
IT OUT. WE'LL
GET IT RIGHT.

WE JUST NEED
SOME TIME TO
WRITE NEW SONGS.

I'M OUT OF
TIME, PAT.

I WANT TO
HAVE A "GERMS"
FAREWELL SHOW...

WITH ALL OF US.

EVERYBODY,
INCLUDING DON.

I LOVE "THE GERMS",
YOU KNOW THAT.

LORNA?

HE JUST KNEW
I'D SAY YES.

I ALWAYS SAY YES.

UH, EVERYBODY
ALWAYS SAID YES.

HOW COULD I
SAY NO TO HIM?

OH MY GOD!

IT'S A HAGSTROM.

IT'S BRAND NEW.

COST 125 BUCKS
AT GUITAR CENTER.

I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU BOUGHT A
NEW GUITAR.

I'VE BEEN SAVING.

IT EVEN HAS THAT
NEW GUITAR SMELL.

I FIGURE SINCE
IT'S OUR LAST
"GERMS" SHOW,

I MIGHT AS WELL
BUY A NEW GUITAR.

AMAZING.

Crowd:

LISTEN. LISTEN.

THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE
WHO WANTED TO KNOW
WHAT IT WAS LIKE

WHEN WE WERE AROUND.

BUT THIS IS
THE ONLY ONE.

YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO SEE THIS AGAIN.

SO I WANT THE PEOPLE
THAT CARE...

THAT CARE WHAT
IT WAS LIKE...

THAT IT MEANT SOMETHING
TO BE INSIDE OF HERE...

AND WE'LL PLAY FOR YOU.

AND YOU CAN COME
UP HERE A-AND YOU
CAN PLAY WITH US.

WE WILL MAKE IT
LIKE IT WAS.

SO LET'S DO IT.
LET'S GO.

YEAH!

# THROUGH MY TUNNEL

# EVERYONE I SEE

# IS EVERYONE I KNOW

# I'M WALKING

# IN MY TUNNEL

# I DON'T WANT
TO TALK TO YOU #

# BECAUSE YOU
DON'T LISTEN #

# I DON'T WANT
NO JUNKIE #

# I'M WALKING

# IN MY TUNNEL

# WHAT ARE YOU DOING

# IN MY TUNNEL

# OUT, OUT OF
THE TUNNEL #

# TAKE ME BACK
TO MY JUNGLE #

# OUT, OUT OF
THE TUNNEL #

# TAKE ME BACK
TO MY JUNGLE #

THEY'LL CHARGE YOU ON
THE WAY OUT FOR THAT.

Crowd:

YEAH, PAT, PICK IT UP!

YEAH, YOU SEXY FUCK!

DARBY! DARBY!

# I'M WALKING

Crowd:

# THROUGH MY TUNNEL

# I DON'T WANT
TO TALK TO YOU #

# 'CAUSE YOU
NEVER LISTEN #

# YOU PAINT YOUR FACES

# YOU WEAR MY CLOTHES

# BUT YOU DON'T KNOW

# YOU DON'T KNOW

# THROUGH MY TUNNEL

# OUT OF THE TUNNEL

# TAKE ME BACK
TO MY JUNGLE #

# O-O-OUT OF
THE JUNGLE #

Crowd:
# TAKE ME BACK
TO MY TUNNEL #

# MY TUNNEL

I'LL SEE YOU ALL
AT OKI-DOG.

GO TO OKI-DOG.

Woman:
WE LOVE YOU, DARBY.

Lorna:
THAT WAS OUR
BEST SHOW EVER.

Pat:
ABSOLUTELY.

I WANT TO PLAY
AGAIN RIGHT NOW.

YOU'RE LORNA DOOM.

SO WHATEVER HAPPENS,

NO ONE CAN TAKE
THAT AWAY FROM YOU.

I KNOW THAT.

EVERYBODY'S
GOING TO OKI-DOG.

COME TO OKI-DOG.

TONIGHT, DARBY?

IT'S FREEZING
AND I'M TIRED,

AND YOU KNOW I DON'T
GO OUT ANYMORE SO...

I'M NOT GOING.TAKE IT.

I DON'T NEED
IT ANYMORE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

TAKE IT.

OKAY. GOODBYE.

MR. CRASH.

GREAT SHOW.
BEST ONE YET.

I MEAN, NO DARBY
CRASH BAND BUT, YOU
KNOW... DON.

IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN
"THE GERMS" WITHOUT YOU.

OH...

THANKS.

THAT WAS AWESOME.YEAH.

I'M GOING TO OKI-DOG.

THERE'S A BIG
PARTY THERE.

PLEASE COME, PAT.

OH...

ME AND JENA,
WE'RE GOING TO GO
HOME AND WATCH TV.

WE'RE TIRED.

OH, OKAY.

COOL. WE'LL...
DO IT NEXT TIME.

BYE.

OKAY.

"I LOVE THOSE WHO DO
NOT KNOW HOW TO LIVE

EXCEPT IN PERISHING

FOR THEY ARE THOSE
THAT GO BEYOND.

I LOVE THE
GREAT DESPISERS

BECAUSE THEY ARE
THE GREAT ADORERS.

THEY ARE ARROWS LONGING
FOR THE OTHER SHORE.

I LOVE THOSE WHO DO NOT
SEEK BEYOND THE STARS

FOR A REASON TO PERISH
AND BE SACRIFICED,

BUT WHO SACRIFICE
THEMSELVES TO
EARTH IN ORDER

THAT EARTH MAY SOMEDAY
BECOME SUPERMAN'S.

TELL ME, MY BRETHREN,

IF THE GOAL BE LACKING
TO HUMANITY,

IS NOT HUMANITY
ITSELF LACKING?

IT IS TIME FOR MAN
TO MARK HIS GOAL.

IT IS TIME FOR MAN
TO PLANT THE GERM
OF HIS HIGHEST HOPE."

HEY, DARBY.

THIS IS BEAT, ISN'T IT?

OH, YOU KNOW WHAT?
THERE'S THIS HUGE PARTY

UP ON
MULLHOLLAND.
SOME RICH CHICK.

HER DAD'S
AN ACTOR OR
SOMETHING.

YOU SHOULD GO.

I'M GOING TO KILL
MYSELF TONIGHT.

YOU KNOW...

I'VE BEEN TRYING
TO DO STUFF, LIKE...

FOR A REALLY LONG TIME.

LIKE, UM...

OH, 15,
20 YEARS.

BUT, UM...

I KEEP FUCKING UP.

AND THINGS DON'T
GET ANY BETTER.

LET'S DO IT.

HMM? IN
MY PARENTS'
POOL HOUSE.

NO ONE WILL KNOW
WE'RE THERE.

YEAH?

# PUSHING THROUGH
THE MARKET SQUARE #

HOW DO YOU KNOW
HOW MUCH TO USE?

# SO MANY MOTHERS SIGHING

News Anchor:
NEWS SPREAD QUICKLY.
WITHIN MINUTES,

FANS, THE CURIOUS
AND REPORTERS...

THIS IS... THIS
IS UNBELIEVABLE.

# THE NEWS GUY WEPT
AND TOLD US #

# EARTH WAS REALLY DYING

# HE CRIED SO MUCH
HIS FACE WAS WET #

# THEN I KNEW
HE WAS NOT LYING... #

JOHN LENNON...

WAS BROUGHT TO
THE EMERGENCY ROOM...

WHY... WHY WOULD
THEY DO SUCH A THING?

LIKE, I DON'T
EVEN SEE... IT'S,
LIKE, SO RANDOM.

# ...ELECTRIC IRONS
AND TVs #

# MY BRAIN HURT
LIKE A WAREHOUSE... #

HE WAS DEAD ON ARRIVAL.

ARE YOU SURE THAT'S
THE RIGHT AMOUNT?

# AND ALL
THE FAT-SKINNY PEOPLE #

# AND ALL THE
TALL-SHORT PEOPLE #

# AND ALL
THE NOBODY PEOPLE #

# AND ALL
THE SOMEBODY PEOPLE #

# I NEVER THOUGHT
I'D NEED #

# SO MANY PEOPLE

# A GIRL MY AGE
WENT OFF HER HEAD #

# HIT SOME TINY CHILDREN

# IF THE BLACK HADN'T-A
PULLED HER OFF #

# I THINK SHE WOULD
HAVE KILLED THEM #

# A SOLDIER
WITH A BROKEN ARM #

# FIXED HIS STARE TO
THE WHEELS OF A CADILLAC #

HEY.

DID YOU HEAR?

YEAH, I'M WA... I'M
WATCHING IT RIGHT NOW.

YEAH, I WANT TO KNOW
WHAT DARBY THINKS.

# I THINK I SAW YOU
IN AN ICE CREAM PARLOUR #

# DRINKING MILKSHAKES
COLD AND LONG #

# SMILING AND WAVING
AND LOOKING SO FINE... #

DARBY, I THINK
I'M STILL ALIVE.

YOU KNOW, HE
ONCE TOLD ME

THAT WE WERE GOING
TO BE MORE IMPORTANT
THAN "THE BEATLES".

# AND I THOUGHT OF MA

# AND I WANTED TO
GET BACK THERE #

# YOUR FACE,
YOUR RACE #

HE DID IT. # THE WAY THAT YOU TALK

# I KISS YOU
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL #

# I WANT YOU TO WALK

# WE'VE GOT FIVE YEARS

# STUCK ON MY EYES

# FIVE YEARS
WHAT A SURPRISE #

# WE'VE GOT FIVE YEARS

# MY BRAIN HURTS A LOT...

DARBY FUCKING DID IT.

WHAT?

# WE'VE GOT FIVE YEARS

# WHAT A SURPRISE

# FIVE YEARS
STUCK ON MY EYES #

# WE'VE GOT FIVE YEARS

# MY BRAIN HURTS A LOT

# FIVE YEARS... HE REALLY FUCKING DID IT.

# THAT'S ALL WE'VE GOT

# WE'VE GOT FIVE YEARS
STUCK ON MY EYES #

# FIVE YEARS Lorna:
I'M SO SORRY.

# WHAT A SURPRISE

# WE'VE GOT FIVE...

I'M SORRY.

I'M SO SORRY.

WHY WOULD SOMEONE STALK
AND KILL JOHN LENNON?

AND WHY NOW, WHEN LENNON
WAS JUST COMING OUT OF
FIVE YEARS OF SECLUSION?

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY,
A VIGIL OF STUNNED FANS...

...AND SINGING SONGS
IN LENNON'S MEMORY.

I WAS TELLING THESE
PEOPLE HERE, I FEEL
LIKE THE '80s HAVE BEGUN.

News Anchor:
IT WAS AT THE DAKOTA

THAT THE LENNONS DECIDED
TO BREAK THEIR SILENCE

AND RECORD THEIR NEW ALBUM,
"DOUBLE FANTASY".

THE FANTASY,
AND THE PEACE,

ENDED VIOLENTLY
AT THE DAKO...

"ASTRID WAS FROM
A PLANET BLUE.

HE SPOKE OF LOVE
FOR ME AND YOU.

HE COULD SET
YOUR MIND ABLAZE

WITH SPARKLING EYES
AND VISIONARY GAZE.

HE STOOD LIKE A REMNANT
FROM OUTBREAK PAST,

WORE SOMETHING IN HIS EAR
AND BOY, HE WAS SASS.

HAD HAIR LIKE
A ROCKET'S NEST,

BUT WHEN HE CHEERED,
HE GAVE HIS BEST.

HE MADE A NOISE THAT
STIRRED OUR SOULS,

GOT US MOVING
OUT OF CONTROL.

WHEN ASTRID MOVED,

WE CHANGED OUR TUNES.

THEY FILLED HIS ARMS
WITH NEEDLES BARE,

SHOT HIM UP AND
CUT HIS HAIR,

TIED HIM TO
AN EVIL PLOT,

TOLD THE KIDS THAT
HE WAS NOT THEIR MAN.

HE GAVE US LIFE
AND DEALT US LOVE,

SOLD US OUT FOR
THE GREAT ABOVE.

ON A STARRY NIGHT
IN MID-DECEMBER,

ASTRID DIED.
YOU MIGHT REMEMBER.

LIVE IT TO THE END.

SHARE IT WITH A FRIEND.
DENY ME NOT.

I'LL BE WITH YOU
IN YOUR THOUGHTS...

BEYOND."

Darby:
EVERYTHING WORKS
IN CIRCLES,

LIKE, SOMETIMES
YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING,

AND, A YEAR LATER,

YOU'RE BACK AT
THE SAME POINT.

YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?

SO CIRCLE ONE IS WHAT
WE'RE DOING RIGHT NOW.

SOMEDAY WE'LL PROBABLY
DO CIRCLE TWO.

# TIME TAKES A CIGARETTE

# PUTS IT IN YOUR MOUTH

# YOU PULL ON YOUR FINGER

# THEN ANOTHER FINGER

# THEN YOUR CIGARETTE

# THE WALL-TO-WALL
IS CALLING #

# IT LINGERS
THEN YOU FORGET #

# OH-HO-HO-HO

# YOU'RE A
ROCK 'N' ROLL SUICIDE #

# YOU'RE TOO OLD
TO LOSE IT #

# TOO YOUNG TO CHOOSE IT

# AND THE CLOCK
WAITS SO PATIENTLY #

# ON YOUR SONG

# YOU WALK PAST THE CAFE

# BUT YOU DON'T EAT WHEN
YOU'VE LIVED TOO LONG #

# OH NO, NO, NO

# YOU'RE A
ROCK 'N' ROLL SUICIDE #

# CHEV BRAKES
ARE SNARLING #

# AS YOU STUMBLE
ACROSS THE ROAD #

# BUT THE DAY
BREAKS INSTEAD #

# SO YOU HURRY HOME

# DON'T LET THE SUN
BLAST YOUR SHADOW #

# DON'T LET THE MILK FLOAT
RIDE YOUR MIND #

# YOU'RE SO NATURALLY
RELIGIOUSLY UNKIND #

# OH NO, LOVE,
YOU'RE NOT ALONE #

# YOU'RE WATCHING YOURSELF
BUT YOU'RE TOO UNFAIR #

# YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD
ALL TANGLED UP #

# BUT IF I COULD ONLY
MAKE YOU CARE #

# OH NO, LOVE,
YOU'RE NOT ALONE #

# NO MATTER WHAT
OR WHO YOU'VE BEEN #

# NO MATTER WHEN
OR WHERE YOU'VE SEEN #

# ALL THE KNIVES SEEM
TO LACERATE YOUR BRAIN #

# I'VE HAD MY SHARE

# I'LL HELP YOU
WITH THE PAIN #

# YOU'RE NOT ALONE

# JUST TURN ON WITH ME

# AND YOU'RE NOT ALONE

# LET'S TURN ON AND BE

# NOT ALONE

# GIVE ME YOUR HANDS

# YOU'RE WONDERFUL

# GIVE ME YOUR HANDS

# 'CAUSE YOU'RE WONDERFUL

# OH, GIVE ME YOUR HANDS