All language subtitles for Roadies s01e05 Friends and Family.eng

[Bill] Previously on Roadies...

So are you two, uh, married?

- No.
- No.

You two are in denial...

about a lot of things.

You think just 'cause Sean

is on retainer with Taylor Swift,

I'm sitting in a tub of butter?

Times like these, I used
to like a little drink.

We're gonna open with "Janine" tonight.

- Time to shake things up.
- I mean, I was there

when they first saw each
other that night, Chris and Janine.

How can you say it was cursed?

Janine broke his heart.

Good morning, everyone.

Why do you think he came on
the bus in the first place?

I don't know if you were
coming to see a specific person,

say, me, but if you were,

it... it just kind of puts
me in an awkward position.

I don't feel things in the
way that other people do.

Natalie, you know you got

a restraining order out on you, right?

God, Kelly Ann, you're
such a buzzkill sometimes.

- You know that?
- Shelli, is Rick okay?

[Bill] Back when I was
partaking, Rick and I,

we... we used to
party pretty hard together.

- Rick's gone.
- What?

Rick the bass player's missing?

Oh, thank God you're okay.

- You guys shitting me?
- Hey.

Rick and I have been traveling a path.

Great restraining order.

It's really a big help.

And how long has it been
since you've last had sex?

[Tina] Seven days.

Oh, poor you.

So if I don't have
sex in the next two days,

what happens?

First comes the fever.

Check.

Then the intense feelings

of severe disconnection.

Check.

After that, flesh erosion.

Hmm.

Tina, this plague is real.

I urge you to have
sex as soon as possible,

to save your life.

- [Tina] Thank you, Doctor.
- Thank you, Doctor.

[crowd cheers in distance]

[phone line trilling]

- [voicemail beeps]
- Mmm.

It's me again.

Uh, as I may have
mentioned 18 or 20 times,

we're in Denver tomorrow, and 275 miles

is the closest we've been
since you returned from space,

so are you sure Taylor won't
let you out for one day?

Call me back. Okay, babe?

I'm feeling kind of...

[soft chuckle]

disconnected.

Also, my sister's
coming, and it would be

a huge help if you were here.

- [crowd cheering]
- [Tom] Good night, Omaha.

[sighs]

There she is.

They want to play an
extra encore tonight.

Ugh! What's with all the new songs?

I mean, why can't we just
keep the fucking set list

as it always was?

But, no!

We have to get inspired.

You okay?

[upbeat electronic music]

Must be the moon.

[grunts] It's a brown
leather Fendi suit...

Oh, well, thank God. Okay, yeah.

I'll be in Denver
tomorrow. Send it there.

Thank you.

You found the Fendi?

Well, fingers crossed.

Yeah.

- Kelly Ann?
- Yeah?

Next time your boyfriend
works a package deal with a hotel,

ask him to get us free Internet.

Uh, he's not my boyfriend.

Just ask him to reimburse us.

Harvey says write it off on our taxes,

which is bullshit.

Yeah! [laughs]

Yeah, it is, but he's not my... shit.

Love Omaha.

Great show.

[toilet flushes]

Uh-oh. The concerned look.

No.

Now the clasped hands.

Whatever it is you're about to tell me,

is it gonna bum me out?

Well, it depends if we want to listen

to our Hawaiian security guard.

He's, uh, he's seen

some kind of darkness coming
this way for weeks.

I believe everything Puna says.

I'm wondering if we
should keep playing "Janine."

Why?

Because she called.

Janine called?

Yeah, and I talked to her.

Uh, she lives in Boulder
now. Still a nurse.

Works in an emergency
room, and she was, um, you know,

hinting about wanting to see a show.

So you start playing the
song for the first time

in seven years, and she calls ya up.

What exactly did she say?

Uh..."Hi.

This is a ghost from your past."

I just wanna ask you, Christopher,
if she comes

to the show in Denver, you know, uh,

do you want to see her?

[softly fingerpicks guitar]

Do you remember that winter she left me?

And she was so calm when she ended it.

She said she had no
problem being number two to my need

for self-loathing and
success, but to be number three

to my need to drink and drug over Denny,

that she couldn't stick around to watch.

And then she
finished her grapefruit juice,

put down that red plastic
cup on the kitchen counter,

and walked out the door.

Right.

The red Solo cup, that
was always up on your counter.

I kept that cup for years.

Yeah.

And then one day I just threw it away.

I don't need to see her,

and she's better off not seeing us.

Well, we can't keep
her from buying a ticket.

Denver's not sold-out?

No, no, it... it... it
is, okay? Both shows.

I'm just saying, like, anybody
can go on StubHub.

Well... leave her a
ticket just in case she shows up,

but... no backstage.

Got it. That seems perfect.

Hey, I should wear the
Gram Parsons' Nudie jacket

to the Denver shows, don't you think?

It's still in your storage unit, right?

Yeah. I mean, my storage unit's

just my old garage, but, yes, I have it.

Oh, shit. Never mind, man.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's fine.

It's fine.

I mean, you okay seeing Lorraine again?

It's not a problem.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- All right, this will be fine.
- Yeah.

Catch you later. I'm
gonna get us some steaks.

[bluesy rock music]

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You didn't happen to hear about
this supermoon, did you?

It actually affects
things here on Earth.

I read about it this morning on Yahoo.

They say that people
actually feel a gravitational pull...

- [scoffs]
- Hmm.

- towards honesty.
- Hmm.

Eh, you're just waiting for
me to stop talking, right?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Here's what we got, okay?

Christopher's family
want their own rooms

because they heard that Tom's
stepsister was getting her own,

which she's not.

- [sighs] Okay.
- What?

Uh, I told Christopher about Janine.

- [knock at door]
- You did?

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Milo.

What's up?

You didn't mention an
opener for tonight's show, right?

Just want to throw this out there.

My band, Black Atlantis,
totally willing to jump in

and just tear the roof
off this fucking house.

- What do you think?
- Um...

Actually, great. I
almost forgot about this.

We got Lucius. Timing was perfect.

They're in between
tours. They love the band.

- Got Lucius lined up.
- [grunting] God!

- Lucius! Fucking...
- That's amazing.

- Pretty good, right?
- Fucking, yeah, it's amazing.

- Ha.
- Oh, yeah.

- I'll go tell everyone.
- Okay, thanks, Milo.

- Cool. Yeah, you got it.
- Shut that on your way out.

[Milo] Good decision, Bill.

Yeah, so he asked me to
get Janine a ticket.

- Mm-hmm.
- No backstage.

- Right.
- And would you mind

helping me out on this?

I'd do it myself,

it's just I've gotta run out.

Ru... run out?

Yeah, uh, Christopher asked me

to get his Nudie jacket out of storage.

He wants to wear it tonight.

Uh, I see. Well, I-I-I can send someone.

Uh, that's okay.

It's too valuable.

You know that Gram Parsons virtually
created country rock

when he inspired the Rolling Stones

to record "Wild Horses" in 1971?

Without the man that wore that jacket,

the jacket that I'm going to get,

you got no Eagles, no Kenny Chesney,

no Tim McGraw.

And country?

Country stays traditional,

and Taylor Swift is working at Tom's

instead of being out in space.

- [mouthing] Yeah?
- Yeah.

Why... why are you giving me that look?

It's like you don't trust
me loose in my own hometown.

- No, don't... no, don't...
- You gotta relax.

- Don't be ridiculous. I...
- Come on.

It's not even gonna take me that long.

I'm gonna be back before you know it.

You... you know what? No.

It... you should just
take as long as you need.

I'm not worried about Sweet William,

in Denver, seeing Lorraine.

In... in fact, uh, gr-grab
one of the runner vans.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- See you when I get back.
- Okay.

All right, then.

- [door closes]
- [sighs]

All right.

Hey, Milo. Hey.

I heard they added eight new songs.

I hope Rick can pull it off.

Yeah, honestly, I-I-I
want to say hi to you,

but I can't.

That makes sense.

Why don't you stab my
fucking eyes out and blind me

so I no longer have to
witness this goddamn travesty?

He just found out about
you and Reg hooking up.

What? No.

What? Fuck!

It's cool. I get it.

He's English.

He's like this forbidden fruit.

Like a pale,
bland... is a potato a fruit?

Wait, people actually
think that I'm with Reg?

Well, you did steal eggs together.

Yeah, it was vol... not voluntarily.

And you started wearing perfume.

I felt like smelling better.

And there was that one picture

of Reg on your Instagram.

But that was a group
shot that he photobombed.

I find it incredibly
sexist that people think

I'm making love to him in
his spin-centric socks.

If I stop wearing fucking perfume,

will people think we've broken up?

See, the fact that you've
formed an opinion about his socks...

Oh, Jesus!

By the way, is he
circumcised or does he have

that extra flap of skin that
you have to peel back?

You know who's
spreading this shit is you.

Because everybody knows
you can't keep a secret,

even a fabricated one.

Anyway.

The truth will come out because
it's the supermoon.

[Shelli] There is no
fucking air up here!

- [man] Shelli?
- Ugh! Go for Shelli.

Avoid her today.

Sean's not coming, and
homegirl really needs to get laid.

- Okay.
- [man] Camera one good to go.

Yeah, yeah.

- Shelli?
- Yeah?

I've been assigned to help you

with the friends and family guest list,

plus anything else you may need.

Nice. I-I mean, hi.

- [Bill] Morning.
- Uh, follow me.

- [Bill] Morning, morning.
- It's a ritual we do

anytime we get into a new venue.

[Bill] Okay.

Ahem!

Denver, Colorado.

[chuckles] The Mile-High Ciudad.

Hometown of the SHB.

Lord knows I got into
more than my fair share

of trouble around these parts.

I did. [chuckles]

[clears throat]

Anyhow, for many of you,

this, uh, return to
the scene of the crime

will be a nonstop grind filled
with friends and family

who, unfortunately, you have
to see again because you were weak

and you friended 'em months
earlier on Facebook,

not knowing their true motives, tickets.

[laughter]

Right?

Anyhow, Led Zeppelin made

their North American debut right here,

the day after Christmas, 1968.

I'm talking early Led Zeppelin.

I'm talking explosive, hungry,

Robert "Percy" Plant Led Zeppelin.

Managed by tough,
loyal, unforgiving Peter Grant,

"We're not leaving America

until you know who we are" Led Zeppelin.

I'm talking "Train Kept A-Rollin'"

in a basement rehearsal
room Led Zeppelin.

I'm talking John Henry
Bonham at the kit,

John Paul Jones and James Patrick Page

on these boards right here Led Zeppelin!

That's the Led
Zeppelin that I'm talking about!

[man] On bass, we got John Paul Jones.

[crowd cheering]

If you've ever been to the
redwoods, you can see it.

[man] On the drums, John Bonham.

If you've been to the Colosseum in Rome,

you can feel it.

[man] Lead guitar, Jimmy Page.

And when you're standing right
here, if you're quiet...

[man] Vocals, Robert Plant.

You can still hear it.

[man] Please welcome Led Zeppelin.

All right, one last bit

of high-altitude
clarity for you people.

This is only day one
of our pain-in-the-ass

hometown
doubleheader, so pace yourselves.

Breathe, if possible.

Stevie The Rock Doc is
on hand with B12 shots,

if anybody needs one.

And, uh, don't forget to
look up in the sky tonight.

It's the supermoon.

That only happens once every 37 years.

All right? So here we go.

Hometown number one. Let's do it.

Denver, Colorado.

[all] Yeah-oh!

[applause]

- [Shelli] Kelly Ann?
- Oh, shit.

- [Reg] Bill!
- Oh, shit.

- Yeah?
- I am off to fetch Mike Finger.

Whoa, wait a second!
What? You're doing...

Well, he's the band's Internet
archivist, the curator

and founder of the almost
frighteningly comprehensive

fan site The Blue and The Black.

Finger holds the key to our box set.

- Oh! What does he look like?
- It...

I can't seem to find a
picture of him anywhere.

Yeah, no, I know that he's
been running our fan site for years,

and no one's ever met
him or seen a picture of him.

- Hmm. That's odd.
- Obviously he doesn't

get out much.

I'm guessing, uh, translucent skin,

bad posture, stained
shirt from the early '90s,

Howard Hughes fingernails,
and I'd bring breath mints.

And not for you.

Reg, hey, just... I gotta tell you.

I have a bad feeling about
you bringing Mike Finger here.

Bill, don't be ridiculous.

I am evangelizing the core.

"Evangelizing the core"?

[Shelli] Kelly Ann?

I need you to take photos
at the VIP meet-and-greet.

We're doing VIP packages now?

Uh, yes, we are, thanks to
your "anything for a buck bloke."

- Wes!
- Yes?

Satan's spawn... I
mean, uh, Staton's spawn,

is going to spend the day with
his godparents, God bless them.

Yeah, I know, I
know. But I'm here for you.

- Me too.
- Well, thanks.

Thank you.

I'm here for you too.

Well, let's get busy.

[sighs] "Started."

Copy that.

I just think that meet-and-greets are...

- Espresso?
- Ah, done.

You... ooh... just expect
me to do all this bullshit

that I never agreed to do.

[Shelli] Chris likes 67
degrees, but Tom's dressing room

must be 70 and, apparently,
there's only one control

- for this whole floor.
- Copy that.

So we'll have to set it
all to 67 and pray to God

Tom's room can support a space heater.

- Copy that.
- [indistinct radio chatter]

Oh, your sister Sharon has
been calling the promoter rep,

saying she wants to sit closer.

Uh, tell her she can
eat a bag of vegan dicks,

but not in those words.

Never... never
mind. I'll call her myself.

[chuckles] Copy and copy.

It's always about requests and passes

and her judgmental eyes
and her SoulCycle thighs.

[laughs] That rhymed.

Put her with everyone
else. She was horrible to me

my entire childhood.

Copy.

[sighs]

[background chatter]

And may I say that... I'm
very sorry to hear that?

[sentimental pop music]

- You are?
- You deserve better.

- I do?
- Of course.

Hmm.

[quick inhale] Should
I get that space heater?

Yes.

[sighs]

[scoffs softly]

Dear God, give me high-altitude strength.

- Oh!
-
Call my name

Mike? Sorry, forgive me.

Mike!

Who the fuck is Mike?

Clearly not you.

- Mike?
- Don't touch me!

- I don't like to be touched.
- No, neither do I.

Just being fucking courteous.

Oh!

[grunts]

[laughs, moans] Ow!

Reg Whitehead?

- Mike?
- Uh, are you all right?

Yeah, I am good. I am fine.

- No, thank you. Hi.
- Hi.

Come on. Fuck!

- You sure you're all right?
- Yeah, good.

How was your flight? [chuckles]

[vehicle approaches]

[engine shuts off]

[car door closes]

[footsteps, keys jingle]

Lorraine Navarro?

Hi, I'm from the Denver
Historical Society.

Now, is it true that Bill
Hanson used to live here?

'Cause we were wanting to
put up a little plaque.

Bill.

How you doing, Lorraine?

See you cut down the forsythia, huh?

Snowplow got them.

How's Chuck?

I'm with someone new.

No, not remarried. Just happy.

Look, I-I-I know
this is a little weird.

Ah, a little weird would be you calling.

You actually being here is...

[sighs] worrying.

Are you dying?

Yeah, I am.

But very slowly just
like everybody else.

Have you been drinking?

No, I haven't.

I, uh... can... I'm done with all that.

I kind of turned over a new
leaf and just kind of one day

- at a time...
- Oh, Lord.

Please don't tell me this is one

of those weepy amends things.

Oh, no, no! Hey!

No, it's... it's not.

Is... it's nothing like that.

Good.

Because my life is really good now,

and I'm actually at
peace with everything you did,

except maybe the last thing.

[sighs] I, um, uh, just wanted to get

Christopher's Nudie
jacket out of our... your garage.

- If you didn't burn it.
- I didn't burn a thing.

Just a few years I'd like to get back.

Thank you.

[takes sharp breath]

Hey, we had some good
times though, didn't we?

[scoffs] Yeah, we wrecked a few beds.

[both chuckle]

[pensive rock music]

You look good, Lorraine.

[scoffs]

What the fuck? Ow!

[thud]

[grunts] Kelly Ann for Puna!

I've got super fan Natalie Shayne! Boom!

Oh! Kelly Ann, didn't you hear?

I'm legit! All the way live.

It's real.

Yeah.

I'm with Rick now.

It happened in Atlanta.

We're together.

We're like friends and lovers.

We're like... flovers.

Rick's flovers with everyone.

This is different!

Be happy!

I mean, me and Rick, you and Reg...

Natalie, there's nothing going
on between me and Reg.

I have so much to teach you.

I'm like one of those Greek
Shakespearean characters

who takes you across the
river of great knowledge.

Can you tell someone to make sure

that there's almond
milk in Rick's dressing room?

Rick doesn't drink almond
milk unless it's almond milk beer.

Ugh! And it's super
cold in his dressing room!

And... can you see if
you can find me a cronut?

[snaps fingers] Thanks.

[somber folk music]

Anyone have eyes on Bill?

Have we checked the morgue?

Kidding. I think.

Of course, if you really want
to create the ultimate box set

for this band, what you
need is... the yearbook.

The "yearbook"? So what...

exactly is
a-a-a "yearbook"?

Oh, do you not have them in England?

Okay, it... basically
it's like a big book

that kids make to
commemorate the end of the school year.

Legend has it that
Christopher stumbled upon

someone's old
yearbook at a Salvation Army.

It had all these inscriptions in it.

Now, it became kind
of a talisman for him.

Some say that many of
the "Janine" era lyrics

were inspired by and
written in the pages

of the actual yearbook.

Wow.

Of course, others say it doesn't exist.

I'm actually one of those people.

Well, that is fascinating.

- [door opens]
- Ah, Shelli.

- Mm-hmm?
- This is the...

Oh, Shelli Anderson, production manager.

- Hi.
- This is the magnificent,

charismatic, and
not-so-shadowy-anymore

Mr. Mike Finger.

Uh-huh. Shelli for Jojo.

Can we get a working
pass for Mike Finger?

Oh, my God.

Uh, Reg, I need you. [sniffs]

Uh, there is a woman named Janine.

- Janine Beckwith?
- [clears throat]

Uh, I need you to meet her at will call.

Make sure she gets two
tickets, but no pass.

- That's very important.
- Shelli, with all due respect...

Janine?

[whispers] I am inches away
from getting Finger to crack.

- Can't you or Bill...
- Listen, Reginald.

Maybe it's the goddamn supermoon,
but Bill has picked

this wonderful fucking
day to completely disappear.

Which doesn't mean he's
gonna drink again.

Nobody's saying that. Maybe he is

on a quest for some mythical jacket.

Maybe that's not as fake as it sounded.

But I am dealing with some
severe guest list bullshit,

including the fucking governor,

which not one member of
this band wishes to meet.

Also, I am about to
see my sister Sharon,

whose approval I have never
once gotten and never,

ever stopped longing for.

Do you want to see me shoot myself

- with this temperature gun?
- [temperature gun beeps]

If not, you will find this Janine,

give her her fucking
ticket, no backstage.

Explain to her that the band
has to leave right after the show,

which, weirdly, is true.

They're pulling a runner.

And P.S., you're
welcome, because she is probably

the only one who was smart enough

to keep anything box-set wise.

Reginald?

- That's not your name?
- It is.

I just enjoyed hearing
it being said by you.

I will find this Janine.

[sharply exhales]

[laughs]

Shit.

Nobody is safe today.

Wait! What does she...

look like?

Uh, she probably couldn't tell you.

No one's seen Janine in years.

She's actually here, like, tonight?

That is crazy. Oh!

Hold your every thought.

I will be back in a jiff.

Less than a jiff.

[door opens and closes]

Ghost of SHB past returns.

[mellow guitar chords]

- [rock music plays on stereo]
-
Radio nowhere

- [grunts]
-
Is there anybody

[clattering, thudding]

[rapid drumming]

I mean, for fuck's sake. Uh...

-
Yeah yeah

- Who you looking for?
- I am not sure.

I never get enough fucking information
from these people.

Although it's not
entirely their fault since...

Since no one's seen Janine in so long?

Janine Beckwith.

N...now you say your name.

I am Reg. Hello.

[chuckles] Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you as well.

[slow rock music]

[slow rock continues]

Yo, Wes! Meet Mike Finger.

He runs The Blue and The
Black. He's consulting

on the Staton-House box set.

- Hey, Wes.
- So this is what you look like?

Uh, s... consulting?

I bet you have all the recordings

from the Caribou years.

Matter of fact, I do, yeah.

How about the Kitchen Sessions?

Oh, nobody has the Kitchen Sessions.

- Those are mostly a rumor.
- Uh, bet you don't have

that one radio show where they

debuted "Joy Motel" in Pittsburgh.

Oh, everybody has that.

The files came out on
a torrent last year.

Hey, do you have the, uh,

KEXP session where a fire

breaks out in the studio?

- Uh, no.
- Okay, well, what about

the original version of "Miss Begotten"

with Jeff Tweedy singing a verse?

I've got all three takes.

The third one, got it
from a collector in Holland.

Got it on a DAT found at a garage sale.

- Heh.
- What quality?

Oh, straight from the board, yeah.

Wow. [chuckles]

I thought Wes was the
expert at everything.

Mike Finger, you are amazing.

Well, hey, I'm just... just a
bit player in all of this, right?

[all chuckle]

Hey, that, uh, coffee
almost smells like Tanzanian Blue.

It is Tanzanian Blue, actually

Oh, you know, uh, the...

they use child slave
labor to harvest those beans.

Amnesty International's gotten involved.

Eddie Vedder's been
asking people not to buy them.

Oh... I am so sorry that
I brought up Pearl Jam.

Thanks.

I do think that Mike
McCready is a genius,

but if he was really smart,
he... you know, h-he'd hire you back.

It was an honor to meet you... Wes.

[rock music]

Kelly Ann for Milo. Rick knows about

the meet-and-greet with
the governor, right?

Milo?

All right, be that way.

Listen, Janine.

Uh, unfortunately, the
band needs to leave,

like, straight after the show, so...

So... so no backstage?

I'm afraid not, no.

[sighs] You have no idea the
weight you just lifted off me.

Well, that's good.

Do you wanna?

Is Bill back yet? And can
we get an ETA on Lucius?

Oh, also, the second my
sister checks in, call me,

so I can emotionally prepare.

- Hey.
- Oh, yes!

Mmm. Okay.

Now cut me off. [sniffs]

So do you know this Mike Finger?

- Mm-hmm.
- There's something about him.

I don't trust him.

Don't be jealous. Everybody
loves you, West Coast.

- [chuckles]
- You don't have to say that.

Okay, say it. [chuckles]

- So your sister's coming?
- Ugh!

She's a year older than me, and
she never lets me forget it.

- Like I care.
- Oh, Kelly Ann lords it over me

that she's six minutes older.

She clings on to that
shit like a blanket.

See, Sharon ha... had the
Barbie that could stand by itself.

My Barbie had to lean against something.

Kelly Ann decapitated my
favorite Ninja Turtle.

- What?
- [scoffs]

Leonardo.

Aww. Leonardo.

[whimpers softly]

[moans softly]

Uh, uh, Wes? [sniffs]

You, um... you really...

smell like weed.

You smell quite good also.

Do you want to look at
the supermoon later?

Sure.

Hell yeah.

[whispers] Okay.

[sighs]

Rick! Hello?

Natalie?

[music increases in volume]

[Kelly Ann] Guys!

Guys! Look.

I'm sorry to pull the plug on your rave.

Oh.

Ricky, you in there?

Is he gonna be okay?

He only drank beer!

- Oh, Rick!
- [door slams]

He's been taking Lunesta.

Oh, right, and, um, s-some Vicodin.

Pammie? Thank you, lover.

I'm gonna give him some amphetamines.

Help me with his pants.

Stay with us, handsome!

[all grunting]

[Kelly Ann] Ah! Oh, he peed!

It's on me!

No. This is on me.

It's actually on me.

No, the pee. The pee is here.

[straining grunts]

[Dr. Stevie] Ah, mm-hmm.

[Kelly Ann sniffs]

- [Rick] Oh, fuck!
- [Dr. Stevie] Mm-hmm.

That's my favorite bass player, baby.

- [Milo whispers] Hey.
- Not you, Milo.

I want Natalie.

I'm right here, babe.

[Rick groans]

[Rick] I'm really sad.

I'm never sad.

I'm also really chilly.

Can't we change the temperature?

Dr. Stevie, he's supposed
to meet the governor today.

- He is?
- Yes.

Oh, he'll be fine probably.

Okay, my friend, one more coming at ya.

- Boom!
- Ohh!

Hey.

Is that all you found?

And, Bill, I told
you I don't need amends.

Unfortunately, I think I do.

Maybe wanna sit down for a minute.

This could take a while.

[folk rock music]

"Dear... dear Lorraine..." [coughs]

"It's high time I set
right the wrongs that I did..."

[voice fades]

Okay. So, uh, here we are.

Sweet. Right. Right down in the front.

- Oh, right here? Okay.
- Yeah, go ahead.

- Um, what number?
- Seven and eight.

- Seven and eight?
- Yeah.

- Uh, those two guys there.
- Oh, okay.

- All righty, there you go.
- Okay, thank you.

- Well, enjoy.
- Yeah.

I'm sure you have some
things to do, so...

No, no, not really. No, no.

- No?
- Uh, nothing.

Nothing that can't, um...

- [sneezes loudly]
- Um, wow.

God, that was significant.

That was loud. That was really loud.

- That was so loud.
- Sorry.

[both laugh]

What are you... oh, God.

Tell me you're not allergic to horses.

No, no. Uh, it's, uh, hay.

H-hay? Hay?

- Yes, I am Al...
- Allergic to...

Allergic to hay. There's...

- hay.
- In your hair.

- Oh, hay.
- Hay.

- [laughs]
- Hey, hay.

[chuckles]

Yeah, that gets everywhere.

I, um, uh, I board a
couple horses up in Boulder.

Rescues.

You rescue horses?

I've... I've just never heard
of... of... of any... of anybody

rescuing horses.

Yeah.

[inhales]

Say, did you happen to, uh,

keep anything from back in the day?

Recordings or... or... or journals?

Yeah, I mean, please. I'm a pack rat.

[both laugh]

I kept... I kept everything.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

[door thuds closed]

[whispers] Hey! Hey! I
think Shelli just hit on me.

- What?
- Yeah.

I'm 90% sure we're
watching the supermoon later.

- 80%.
- How high are you?

- Like 70%.
- Shelli's married,

and you nearly just got
fired, so can you just...

Can I just what? Do what you do?

Pretend I have no feelings?

Okay, that's bullshit.

Like, you chose the one
guy who will literally

turn everyone against you and you
pick him to have a crush on.

How dare you define me by a
perceived nonexistent crush!

You created your perfect match, Kel.

I mean, you're not with
him but you're mad at him,

and now you're thinking
about how to break up with him.

Which is perfect, 'cause you get to bail

on a whole relationship
that never even existed,

and now you're safe and bundled up

like a little, happy, lonely seahorse.

But what do I know?

What's that? Mountain Dew?

No, it's pee.

[smacks lips]

It's not mine.

[smacks lips] Copy.

Okay, well, that's all I got.

Oh, except, do not trust Mike Finger.

[Milo] And then Rick asked for her.

Dude, he was barely conscious.

This fan letter has chapters.

Oh, I-I got 'em. They're
in the gift room.

[woman] Copy that.

Okay, how prepared are you?

Prepared?

Don't fuck with me.

Your dream has arrived. Lucius is MIA.

God knows why.

Black Atlantis is alive.

You're opening for the SHB.

You better be fucking good.

No word from Bill yet?

You sure?

Holy shit. I can barely breathe.

- Holy fucking shit!
- What are we gonna play?

Ohh! I got... I gotta get my good jeans.

Uh, th... they...
they're in the freezer on the bus.

- Freezing makes fresh.
- Washing makes fresh,

but never mind.

[upbeat acoustic rock music]

Oh, uh, wait, wait,
wait. Don't plug that in.

I double-checked. The
room can't handle it.

Oh, okay. Copy.

Yeah, I can't risk anything
getting blown.

It's hometown. Tom is nervous as hell.

If he can't complete his
ritual of listening to Nick Cave

on his turntable, shit will hit the fan,

or in this case, the space heater.

But thanks for trying.

My pleasure. Hey.

- Did your sister ever make it?
- Oh, not yet.

I-I called her to try to get an ETA,

but it's the kind of
day where you leave messages

and reach no one, you know?

I sure do.

Hey, did you know that
there's a supermoon tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

["Tomorrow Morning" by
the Blue Nile playing]

So, get rid of this?

[whispers] Wow.

The fucking M word.

Ma'am?

- Hey, I got... I got it.
- Thanks.

[grunting]

Thanks, whoever you are.

[overlapping chatter]

- [woman] I get a T-shirt! -
[man] Let me grab a T-shirt.

[man] Do you have a large?

Grab this. Grab this one.

Oh, hey, it's you.

Wow.

People really love free shit.

It's not just a room
full of random people.

It's not?

No, it's... it's a gathering of beings

that helped create the
Staton-House Band.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

I-I know most of them from photos.

Uh, guy with the mustache?

That's Mr. Lance Deegan,

Chris' English teacher.

Taught Christopher to
fall in love with words,

and then he got
fired for having an affair

with the vice-principal's wife.

Um, that is Tom's stepfather.

Never paid a nickel to help his career,

but now he's got a blog and a music
school called "Joy Motel."

Ugh. Let's hate him.

No, I don't hate anybody

that has anything to do with this band.

I mean, think about it, you know?

You wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be here

if he hadn't been an asshole to Tom.

About 25 of the songs are actually
about that dynamic.

I love how much you love this band.

I bet you can't wait to meet
'em all when they get here.

Oh, no.

Uh, no, like, I don't... I...

I-I can't... I can't meet them.

You can't?

Uh...

the... th-they... they live, uh, here...

and here.

It's better than meeting them, you know?

Th-that way they're always perfect.

I know what you mean.

I-I don't even want to meet Janine.

She's here, tonight.

I mean, talk about a
supermoon. Oh, baby.

What?

The actual Janine from the song?

[small laugh]

Lot of people thought she was dead.

I mean, of course she
could be a ghost, right?

It's that kind of night.

[nellow guitar]

[crowd cheering in distance]

[groans and grunts]

[Milo] Are we... we ready? We ready?

- Hell yeah!
- Hell yeah!

- Yeah.
- Fuck yeah.

It's good to be... it's
good to be a little nervous, right?

I mean, it's totally normal.

I was talking to my mom today about...

Okay, okay, you can stop talking now!

What? They... they're here?

[Jess] We are so sorry, Shelli.

Uh, we had a... some bus
problems, and, uh, you know, it's...

[Holly] Yeah, just...

just tell her the truth.

We were watching "Dead Sex" on the bus,

and we totally lost track of time.

I get it.

I mean, how fucking
great is David Spade?

I have such a crush on him.

How is this season gonna end?

- Will he ever find Jen?
- I don't know!

[man] Ladies and gentlemen, Lucius!

[Shelli] Okay. Go.

[woman] All right, guys.

Good show, guys.

[crowd cheering]

Good evening, Denver!

[cheers and applause]

[band plays upbeat rock music]

Where are you?

Are you suffocating in a storage unit?

Did a gang of
Nudie-obsessed jacket thieves

take you down?

Oh, and, uh, the fabulous Rick, uh,

had a rather substantial mess-up.

I found Dr. Stevie, and we're okay now,

but just...

[sighs] please call me.

For some reason, I-I just
need to hear your voice, um,

and that you're okay, okay?

All right, just call me.

[man] Shelli.

We think we have eyes on your sister.

Really?

[man] Yeah, section
343, sitting with Double D.

Long black hair, wearing a pea coat?

Uh, no.

Um, dyed blonde hair

and... she'd never wear a pea coat.

Got it steamed. [chuckles]

Hey, check that out.

Huh? Yeah.

[laughs] Hey!

- Thanks, man.
- Yeah.

God, I hope it wasn't a drag.

No, no.

Surprisingly, uh, really okay.

Hey, gonna be a great hometown show.

So, um...

is she here?

Yup, but don't worry about it, okay?

'Cause I got it all taken care of.

Okay.

I think.

Ah, talk to you in a bit. You look good.

[cheers and applause]

Thank you.

Mmm.

Congratulations on all your success too.

What a day. Wow.

I mean it.

I didn't realize

it would feel so good, and
I got these great shots.

Didn't know that you smoked.

I don't.

Your shots are, uh, very artistic.

Thanks.

Where is the... the one simple shot

with the governor, his
wife, Rick, and the street sign?

Well, anybody could
have taken that shot.

Then next time, I'll find anybody.

But, hey, maybe your
boyfriend will like 'em.

Oh.

We all know. Why hide it?

He likes you, and he's actually here,

which, in my world, is a fucking plus.

Yeah, you don't understand.

And you have no fucking clue

how lucky you are.

You can still do anything.

Terrible shit happens all the time.

People die or... or go
leave to do some stupid errand

and never come back!

So stop standing there and...
and looking at all of us like,

"Give me space. I'm,
like, finding myself."

Who cares if you find yourself?

Fuck Reg or don't,

but do a favor for all of us who can't.

Fucking enjoy yourself.

[sentimental folk music]

There is one usable shot in there.

Okay.

Okay.

I got one shot.

You! Lucius!

Hi, hi, hi.

- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Jess. Oh!

- Hi, Jess.
- Oh, this is Holly.

- Hi!
- Holly.

Yeah, love your band.

I'm a fan, and after seeing your show...

by the way, this is, uh, my soul mate...

- [sighs]
- Natalie.

Natalie.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Nice to meet you.

I just think, with your skills...

I mean, you just... you just
look at each other and you sing.

But what if you looked out, you know,

and you just fucking pinned
people with your hotness?

- Oh?
- I don't know.

It's just... look, we're
in the truth tunnel, right?

We are in the tunnel of truth.

You could just
command and be your hotness.

- Mm-hmm?
- Right?

Wield it like a weapon of sex

and hotness and musicianship.

Uh, okay.

I-I really don't get this. Um...

Um, you have so many respectful
songs about women.

I know!

And we have weeks together to just vibe!

The three of us... the four of us.

Okay, dude, uh...

[thumps glass]

[Bill] Hey, fellas.

Check out the supermoon tonight. Hi!

Lucius quit. Yeah.

Rick Welcoming Committee strikes again.

I mean, I was really
excited about weeks of Lucius.

I was excited about it.

Hey, I-I'm sorry it took
me so long to get back.

- I just...
- You had a great day.

I did. I-I really did.

I mean, I-I feel, you know,
40 pounds lighter, you know,

in... in my head.

- Ha! It's the altitude.
- Yeah.

So did I miss anything?

- [glass shatters]
- You asshole.

You fucking asshole.

- Where were you?
- I...

You... you scared me.

You can't disappear like that in Denver!

And why haven't you
answered your phone all day?

- I just... hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey!

Shelli... hey! [laughs]

- [whimpers]
- [laughs] Hey.

I might need to hit you again.

Two's enough. Okay, Sugar Ray?

How'd it go with your sister?

Hmm. She never showed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It really hurt my feelings,

but I forgive her, for some reason.

And I missed you so much, I, uh,

I hit on at least two people.

You... you tramp!

I want you to be happy, Bill.

I'm fine.

You Se... you seem so alone.

I'm... I'm actually

the best I've been, ever.

You seem kind of alone though, you know,

even though I know you're not.

It's Denver, you know? I...

I hate Denver.

Me too.

[mellow guitar chords]

- Wow.
- God!

Look how beautiful that is.

Yeah, it's... it's really quite amazing.

Not even looking at it.

I did. Earlier, I did.

Oh. [laughs]

Put your number in my
phone and I'll text it to you.

So that must have been, uh,
uh, rather strange for you earlier,

hearing that song.

[sighs and chuckles]

Which one?

Oh, I just presumed that the
song "Janine" was about you.

- [laughs]
- Oh, but, sure, I mean, yeah.

I guess it's about us or me.

So is "Just Between Us" and "Besotted."

God, which one am I leaving out?

[laughter]

Oh, um, "Aching is an Understatement."

- Do you know that one?
- How's it go?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Oh, yeah, now you know it?

Now I know it. Thank you.

And, you know, he denies that
"We Fooled No One" is about me,

but I'm the one that wears a gold cross

and never takes it off, so, yeah.

[sighs] I don't know if the girl

in those songs ever really existed.

She definitely doesn't anymore.

That's quite... that's quite...

- What is hap...
- It's fine. It's false alarm.

- Sorry, I don't...
- What was that?

- That was terrifying.
- I got...

I thought a sneeze was gonna come.

I sort of got a... it's... it's fine.

Yeah, well, okay, well, um,

what happened to your head?

I, um, I was backing
away from something and, uh...

Yeah.

[sentimental folk music]

I lost my balance.

You need some fresh aloe Vera.

I grow some in my
garden. Maybe you could...

Well, it's time to go.

But, um, thank you.

- Would you, um...
- "Umm"?

Li... would you
like to come back tomorrow?

Is this you asking, or is
this you asking for Christopher?

This is me. This is very much me.

Then very much yes.

I'll come back.

Put some ice on that.

- Good night.
- Good night.

That's the Dylan '80s photograph pose.

[laughs]

[laughs]

- Jesus!
- [laughs]

[whispers] Now, yeah.

[exhales deeply]

Rick is staring straight at us.

Don't worry about Rick.

[laughs]

You know, I think we should live here.

I mean, we got
meals they could bring us.

There's a TV right there.

We could even get the news.

I-I'm just saying, this
is us, you know?

I even like the artwork.

I say we stay.

We don't even move from this spot, ever.

Hmm.

I have been wanting to get
a look at that moon all day.

Yeah. All right.

That's a good idea.

Let's get out of here.

[chuckles]

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