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band tuning up

- Man One, two, three, four.

slow sultry electric
guitar music

J‘ When I look into your eyes J‘

J‘ What do I hope to see J‘

J‘ You're just a reflection J‘

J‘ Just make believe J‘

J‘ You're just a projection J

J‘ 'Cause inside,
you're dead like me J‘

J‘ 'Cause you're not free J‘

J‘ You beg and plead J‘

J‘ Get down on your knees J‘

J‘ You and me will never be J‘

J‘ 'Cause baby,
you're dead like me J‘

J‘ Oh, you're dead like me J‘

J‘ Oh, yeah, no J‘

J‘ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. J‘

J‘ Baby J‘

J‘ You're dead to me J‘

- Jimmy Once there was a band,

three people brought
together by music.

I brought my axe,

Rachel brought her golden voice,

and Scott brought the tunes.

And there was sex, and drugs,

and murder, and mayhem,

and a bunch of other
shit you won't believe.

I wouldn't.

lightning crashing

It all started one
dark and stormy night.

I was celebrating my 50th
birthday for the third time.

Who the hell are you people?

And what the hell
are you listening to?

I let my daughter
Chloe sponsor the party

with some vodka company,

just to make a few bucks.

She was a hustler,

a real ball-buster
like her old man.

So of course, she put
on the one song I hate.

You've heard this
one, haven't you?

Every few years it ends
up in a beer commercial,

number one on the charts,

my one hit, my meal ticket.

| peaked at 20, and
I've been circling

the bowl of this
business ever since.

rock music

- Guests Aw...

- Yeah yeah, I'll be happy

if I never had to hear
that fucking song again.

- Oh, but it's your
birthday, Pops.

- Sorry, sorry.

guests grumble

- Are you sure this
is the right house?

- Zach Dude, I don't know.

All these houses in the
hills looked the same, so

let's just assume it is.

- Pardon me.

- Zach What's up?
- This fucking house is sick.

Look at that shit.

Are you shootin'?

- Wanna leave your
guitar in the car, man?

- Fuck, you know what?

- Zach You start playing
Kumbaya for the chicks.

- Scott Go fuck
yourself, okay? laughs

- Stop.

- Woman Party over here!

guests whooping

- Scott Thank you, sweetie.

- Jimmy Did fate
bring them to me

or was it random?

- Scott What's that?

- Zach Turn, turn
around, turn around.

Fuckin' Dirt Pipe, mumbles

— Scott Holy Shit!

Yeah, by Jimmy Kleen.

- Zach Jimmy
Kleen, yeah, yeah.

He had that hit in the '803?

Come on.

- Jimmy | tell you this much,

opportunity walked
right up to me,

and I almost punched
his lights out.

Story of my life.

- Scott Check out those
guitars, dude, that's sick.

- Hey, no cameras!

Who the fuck are you guys?

You brought your own guitar?

Come here.

Come over here.

You here to play me your demo?

- Scott No.

- Then why the fuck are you
at my house, at my party?

- I followed a girl here.

- That's how I got
here, too. laughs

Here, come on, take a seat.

You like that, huh?

The Rickenbacker 12-string.

- It's the hollow body.

Harrison had one.

- Jimmy Man knows
his scripture.

melancholy music

- Can I play it?

- Can I fuck your sister?

Play yours.

Come on, destiny awaits.

storm rumbles

guitar strumming

- Who is that?

- I was going to ask you.

- I have no idea.

- Friend of yours?

- That's the girl.

- You're not going
over there, are you?

- It's beautiful.

melodious guitar strumming

humming

vocalizing

humming

vocalizing

guests cheering and clapping

- Hey, where are you going?

- I can't.

- Come on, you just did.

I'm Jimmy.

What's your name?

- I'm Rachel.

- Hey, come here.

This is...

- clears throat I'm Scott.

- You sounded great.

- You, too.

- Thanks.

- Let her have a seat, Caveman.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Jimmy Hey, let
me ask you something.

You guys ever been in a band?

lively guitar music

I had to get us playing fast

to see if she had the goods.

I could tell she was
skittish, but she likes Scott,

so I figured I could
control her through him.

lively music

- Scott Male, female, yeah?

- Excuse me.

Come over here.

Excuse me.

Stand here.

- No, I don't, I don't wanna be

the center of attention,

Ijust, you know, want
to be in the band.

- You're over here.

You're over here.

So what's a band?

It's a statement, an ethos,

where everything
means something.

Nirvana just didn't happen
to dress like roadies.

That was a decision.

The Beatles bowed after every
song, that was a choice.

You know, it's all calculated.

It's all created.

It's all about the concept.

And our concept
centers around you.

- You're in charge,
you're the front man.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm the band leader.

The front man
stands in the front,

you engage the audience.

I'm the band leader.

I'm with the band,

keep the train on schedule.

- Our concept was
neverjust her.

- Rachel Yeah.

- Scott It's us.
- We are a band, we are one.

But it's not Hollow
Bodies, it's Hollow Body.

Trust me.

You're the star.

We want every girl
to want to be her

and all the guys
want to fuck her.

We want every girl
to want to fuck you.

- All right, fine.

Well, band leader....

- What do you want
to start with?

- Let's start with Perfect
Day, seems fitting.

- All right.

One, two...

- That's my part.

One, two, three, four.

guitar strumming

Scott was easy to figure out.

I was him, once.

Trying to balance the
work with the wife.

Something's gotta give.

- Carrie What's
her name, this girl?

- Rachel.

- How old is she?

- I don't know.

- What, you were there all night

and you don't know
how old she is?

- What am I, on
trial now, Carrie?

I mean...

Okay.

- It's just, it's just strange.

- You trust me.

I trust you.

I would never...

never do anything
to mess this up.

gentle music
baby 0003

J‘ What can I say J‘

- Scott See?

J‘ I love you in every way J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

chuckles

- Carrie It's good.

J‘ It's just a perfect day. J‘

- Thanks.

- Jimmy And then there
was Rachel and Barb.

I hadn't counted on Barb.

Stage mom.

Barb's been pimping Rachel
out for a long a time now.

She's a grown-up version of
the kind of groupie you'd see.

Do anything or anyone
to get on the bus.

- Shouldn't you not be
drinking with your medicine?

- Don't you worry about me.

I'm going to outlive all of you.

How old did he say he was?

- That Scott.

- I don't know.

- Well, is he 40?

- Isn't that old to be still
doing this, don't you think?

- Jimmy's 50 something.

- Well, he has a name.

He has connections.

What has Scott got?

- Talent.

- What do you know about him?

- He's married.

He's got a baby.

- A husband and a father.

How's he supporting his
family while he's doing this?

- Why do you care?

- Sweetheart, I'm just
making sure you're protected.

- Special.

- These entertainment people,

you know what they can be like.

mysterious music

- Jimmy I had my own problems.

I'm underwater in
this stupid house

and I have to go beg
from Richie Rolands.

Richie runs a
multinational media empire

that he inherited from his dad,

who I once made a
ton of cash for.

- Now I got to go
kiss Junior's ring.

- So who's fucking her?

This guy?

Is she a tomcat in sack?

What's the deal?

Talk to me.

- A tomcat's a male cat.

Just listen to the track.

- Just send me the link.
You want me to listen to it

on your bullshit phone speakers?

Come on, man.

- Well, come up to the studio.

- I got to go in a minute.

sighs Listen, I'm not her dad.

If she wants to fuck
you, she can fuck you.

- That's why you're
not fucking her, right?

Because you're like
her dad or something?

Hell, man, you look like shit.

How are you living like this?

I mean, what's going on?

- sighs Yeah, I don't know.

I'm getting fat and my
house is falling apart.

Everything just went to shit
after this bitch left me.

- How did Chloe take it?

- Oh, that's not Chloe's mom,

that was the one before.

You know, but Chloe
threw a party,

she burned her furs in effigy.

- Chip off the old block, huh?

Well, I'll give you
this, she's got a look.

- She's got it all.

- So what?

I mean, how many YouTube
subs does she have?

What kind of metrics
are we talking about?

Come on, man, that's the way
things are going these days,

you got to keep up.

- Now, don't give me that.

She is gold and I can spot gold.

Come on, Richie.

- You know...

the last time you
called me Richie,

I was an unpaid intern

and you were too fucking
high to remember my name.

So try to remember
now, now it's Rick.

- Sorry, Rick.

You're just not that memorable.

She is.

- Well, see, the thing is,

and you don't seem
to be getting this,

is I don't really do
A & R anymore, okay?

I'm launching a music
streaming platform,

I'm not trying to
sign your little band.

And just a bit of advice,

you should move on.

You're fucking 50, all right?

Have you looked in
a mirror lately?

You can't be out there
shaking your ass.

- That's why I
need this to work.

Why did you even come
over here anyway, then?

- I came over here out of
respect for our friendship,

because we go way back.

And my physical therapist
is right around the corner,

he's actually Geffen's guy.

All right, look.

I know a guy, he's always
looking for opening acts.

Maybe that can get you a
West Coast tour or something,

how does that sound?

- Yeah, we can do that.

- No frills.

- I don't care about
accommodations.

All I care about are advances.

Fifty grand or something.

- Oh, an advance?

You want an advance?

What is this, 1989?

Get 500,000 Instagram followers

and then talk to me
about an advance.

- Ten grand, anything?

- I love you, man.

I really do, | get
a kick out of you.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna text you
the guy's info.

And I'm going to
send my maids over.

- sighs Thanks, Richie.

It's time to start playing out.

You hear me?

- Already?
- Yeah.

- Don't you think it's too soon?

- I mean, yeah, are
you sure we're ready?

- It's our only way
to spread the word.

It's the only way
to really get good.

- All right.

- Yeah, when we play out,
there's no safety net.

We don't have guitar techs,

so you have to tune,
Change your strings,

hook up the PA, you got to
be good, you got to be fast.

All right?

And you have to
command the stage.

They're there to
see a performance.

Something they'll remember.

dark mysterious music
dogs barking

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

-All right, let's do it again.

Can I help you?

- Oh, the door was open.

And I'm here for Rachel.

- Oh, you must be her mom.

- I'm Jimmy.

- Well, you're in
pretty good shape

for an older guy. chuckles

- Older than what?

- I'm probably the oldest woman

that's ever been in this house.

- I wouldn't say that exactly.

laughs

You raised quite a
talented daughter.

- Yes, I did.

chuckles

You look kind of
beat up in this one.

- That was a long time ago.

- And yet, there it is on
the wall like you miss it.

- More of a cautionary tale.

- We all carry the seeds of
our own destruction, Mr. Klein.

- sighs You're telling me.

- Mom?

What are you doing here?

- Oh, honey, I thought
we could have lunch.

- Hi, I'm Scott.

- You're the writer.

I can see why she likes you.

- clears throat Well, I mean,

actually we kind of
all write the songs.

- Some of them are quite good.

- Thanks.

- But where is this all going?

- Well, I wasn't
going to mention this

but since you're here,

there is label interest

and a few touring dates.

— Just West Coast dates.

- So, is this part
of a record deal?

- No, there's nothing
concrete, there's no advance.

It's just for some exposure.

- Twelve dates, fourteen days.

-Hmm.

Look, I'm just not
sure about all this.

- Come on, haven't you
ever road-tripped before?

- Every summer.

- We have to talk
about this, Rachel.

Let's go, say goodbye
to your friends.

- Jimmy Ah, Barb,
playing hard to get.

laughs

We hit the road two
weeks after that,

one last run.

Getting out there again,

I got excited.

I thought maybe my
luck had changed.

It got worse.

aggressive rock music

How are you doing?

All right listen, this
is the perfect crowd.

They're just drunk enough.

Good training wheels.

- sighs Just seems
like a lot of people.

- I once played to 40,000
people on three hits of acid.

- You know, you're just...

- Yeah, that's
what they told me.

I don't remember shit

but if I can do that,
you can do this.

Look at that guy, do you
even care what he thinks?

It's just like
rehearsal, all right?

- Okay.

- Do you trust me?

- No.

- chuckles Well, good.

That's 'cause you're smart.

Look, here, it's going to
get hot under the lights.

You're going to have
to take this off.

- Jimmy.

- Thanks.

You look beautiful.

- Thanks.

- See, I told you, Missy.

- Okay.

You're on.

-All right, let's go, guys.

mic feedback whining

- Hey, we're Hollow Body.

We're from Los Angeles.

- Jimmy Perfect Day.

One, two, three, four.

guitars strumming

mic feedback whistling

mysterious music
heart beats accelerating

lightning crashing

- Are you okay?

- Do you guys think
I like the road?

Carrying my own gear?

Bad food and truck stop shits?

No, but that's the road.

You do your fucking job
and you get on with it.

- Dude, she had a bad night.

- Yeah, but you better get
your shit together, honey,

because Mommy is not here
to fucking help you anymore.

- She gets it,
just give her time.

- Oh, time?

Let me tell you about time.

You're 33 years old
with a wife and a kid.

She's 23 years old.

She got five or six more
fuck-ups in her life.

You have no Plan B.

And this is Plan A.

sighs Fucking bullshit.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

-All right, hey, hey,

don't listen to that
fucking dickhead.

- Bullshit.

Put that fucking camera down

before I'll stick it
up your fucking ass.

Think he's fucking Scorcese.

engine choking

sighs

mumbles shit!

coughs and spits

sighs

- What the hell is
the problem now?

- It's the battery.

Neil said it was touchy.

It's not fucking working.

- Nice.

- This is a fucking
embarrassment in there.

I had to pull
favors for that gig.

It makes me look bad.

- Next time, she'll be ready.

- Next time?

There isn't going
to be a next time.

If she can't tour,
it's fucking done.

|'|| sing lead for
a couple of shows.

It's not a big deal!

- Do you think the frat
boys came out to see you?

Listen, you're just
along for the ride.

You are a decent songwriter,

an okay singer,

and quite frankly,
a shitty guitarist.

- You know what?

You know what I'm good at?
- What?

- Getting her to put
up with your bullshit.

You're just a fucking has-been

who hasn't written
a goddamn good song

in 20 fucking years.

- Well, bite me!

angry yelling

- Finally we get
some focus back!

- Fuck you, you
fucking piece of shit!

Fuck you.

- laughs I like to see
you get mad, finally.

- Fuck off!

- Your mommy's here.

- Okay, this?

All this...

is over.

This is all too much for her.

So sweetheart,
let's just go home.

Get in the car.

Now.

sighs

- Scott Rachel.

Are you all right?

engine revs

dark droning music

lightning crashes

- Scott Jesus Fuck!

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel!

siren wailing

camera shutter whirrs

somber music

screams

- Jimmy I understand
second chances.

I've almost died a few times.

Overdose here, overdose there,

stabbed in prison even.

There's no white light.

But Rachel's not like me.

She's fragile.

This could have broke her.

gentle melancholy music
slow heartbeat thudding

Well, maybe Barb dying

would finally set Rachel free.

sobs and laughs

Man, was I wrong about that.

So you think after that

she'd take it easy.

Wrong.

She went crazy.

thunder crashing

And of course Chloe was there

to enable all her bad behavior.

- Here.

- Jimmy | get it.

Cheat death,

you don't cash out,

you double down.

- Wow.

You never did that before.

- There's a lot of things
I've never done before, huh?

chuckles

- Yes, uhuh, proof
of concept, yes.

- I'm going to try every
single one of them.

chuckles

Good, you ready to go on?

- No, that part still scares me.

- You've got this.

You just need to, like,

loosen up a little bit,

and don't get too drunk.

- I kind of like
getting drunk. laughs

- Do you wanna...

try something?

- Like what?

- Like him?

- You want me to...

- Yes.

Go, kiss a stranger.

Just make out with somebody.

Work off some of this...

nervous energy.

laughing

I've got to go.

Hey, don't take too long.

You're on soon.

If you don't, Iwill.

- Oh, my God.

dark mysterious music

- Sorry, um...

electric zaps

- Oh.

- Hey, you okay?

You okay?

You all right?

dark mysterious music

electric zapping

strumming

- Dude, this thing is amazing.

distant scream
- Yeah, just don't mess it up.

- Chloe Stacey is not
allowed at this event.

- I'll be gentle.
- I don't like her,

make her leave.

Thanks for setting
this up, baby.

- Oh, please, I'm
doing this for Rachel.

Not you, old man.

- This is what you
have to look forward to

when you get older.

- No, he looks like he's
probably a good dad.

As long as he doesn't
keep hanging out with you.

Mm-hmm. chuckles

- That's my girl.

dark ominous music
heavy breathing

electric crackling

breaths shuddering

breaths heavily

moans pleasurably

electric crackling

- Jimmy Rachel, we're on.

dark ominous music

- Coming.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

next up, we have...

Hollow Body.

- We are Hollow Body.

Don't kill animals...

unless they have
it coming to them.

- Man In Crowd Porky!

- And the star of our
Show, Ms. Rachel Swarm!

crowd cheers

What's this?

- Thought we could
try something new.

- laughs Okay.

Right, fellas.

- How's everybody
feeling out there?

- Right, she wants to
try something new here.

- Something new?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Yeah, don't worry,

it's easy, it's in A.

Just put your big boy pants on.

This is rock and roll.

Let's go, guys.

Ready?

- Man In Crowd Come on, baby.

electric guitar twangs

J‘ Fee fi foe fum J‘

J We gotta go now, honey J‘

J‘ Big man is coming J‘

J‘Ain't gonna find me J‘

J‘ We gotta run J‘

J‘ Here comes the edge now J‘

J‘ It's time tojump J‘

J‘ It always happens
the same way J‘

J There's always one
more price to pay J‘

J‘ And nothing ventured,
nothing gained J‘

J‘ But in the end,
it's all the same J‘

J‘ Tell me now mumbles J‘

I It only hurts
when you breathe J‘

J‘ Tell me you can roll
that ball so fast J‘

J‘ I don't know how much longer J‘

J‘ I can live J‘

J‘ Gettin' ready to go J‘

J‘ Two desperados run to Mexico J‘

J‘ Sham some men tell me J‘

J‘ Nowhere left to go J‘

J‘ I got a bullet for me J‘

J‘ I got a bullet for you J‘

J‘ It always happens
the same way J‘

J‘ Only the lies have changed J‘

J‘ Another life that
we've both lived J‘

- What's she doing?

- What she's supposed to.

J‘ But in the end it's
always the same J‘

J‘ Say I'm in love
and nice it ain't J‘

I It only hurts
when you breathe J‘

J‘ They tell me you can
only fight so fast J

J‘ I don't know how much
longerl could last J‘

guitar wailing

J‘Aah J‘

J‘ Yeah J‘

J‘ Aah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Oh, aah, yeah J‘

crowd cheering

- Oh man, they're
waiting in line!

Since when do you smoke?

- Since when do
you care what I do?

mumbles

- Hey there.

- You bout ready?

- Jimmy Yeah she's
fine, she's just drunk.

- Scott Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, okay.

Whoa, Whoa.

Back up, back up,
give her some air.

- Jimmy Hey, you
all right? You okay?

Did you take something?

- I don't know.

How did I do that?

- Jimmy Come on, all right.

- Rachel How did I do that?

- Chloe Come on,
come on, come on.

- Jimmy All right, nothing
to see here. Come on.

- Scott Let's go.

Dude, turn that
fucking thing off!

- Jimmy Now that I
knew she could deliver,

I had to get Rick on board.

He'd been avoiding me
after our last fuck up,

but I knew the bartender

at his favorite restaurant.

car horn honks

Ricky!

— Oh, you got to be kidding me.

- You don't write,
you don't call?

— We got nothing to
talk about, okay?

I gave you a shot, right?

You blew it.

- No, look at
this, look at this.

Struck by a lightning.

Dead for three hours.

Her mom killed
right next to her.

It's a rock and roll tragedy.

I saw the whole thing.

Yeah, and then she
came back to life

for our sins.

- That's quite a lot for you.

Congratulations. chuckles

- For me? chuckles

This guy, we had some times.

- Tracey Oh, yeah?

- Crazy times, yeah.

- Rick All right,
let me talk to you.

- Yeah, what's your name?

- Both Tracey.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey,
Jimmy, nice to meet you.

Have we met before?

- No.

- No?
- Rick What do you need?

Why are you doing this to me?
- Vegas or something?

- No, why are you
doing this to me?

- chuckles Just give
it a listen, please.

- Come on, we got a
bunch of new songs.

There's a clip from
her performance.

- Rick Why?

- She's possessed, it's crazy.

I'm telling you.

sighs

You want me to get on
my knees or something?

- Yeah, I do.

- I've been on my knees

since I got into this business.

Come on, just give it a listen.

- All right.

I'll do that.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Take it easy, man.

Stop doing this, okay?

You're all frantic.

- All right.

- Rick You seem crazy.

- Thanks, Rick.

Tracey, pleasure.

Oh.

phone rings
baby grizzles

- Okay.

Hey, what you doing?

- Daddy duty.

- Yeah, me too. laughs

chuckles

Oh, I remember when
Chloe was that young,

that little soft
spot on her head.

- You ever think you'd
have a 20-year-old?

- | neverthought
I'd live to be 20.

So, I know you're all cozy
there and everything, but...

we need you over here.

- Right now?

- Yeah, uh, Rachel's
coming over.

I need to redo the guitar parts,

we need harmonies.

So, get your ass over here.

- Jimmy, dude, it's late.

- Yeah, you know what, I get it.

It's cool.

I'll just call my
buddy, Owen, up.

He's an amazing guitar player.

He could probably sing
some harmonies, too.

- sighs Okay, all right.

- That's my boy.

See you soon.

- Take her?

Oh, oh, oh, oh,oh.

- It's all right.

Scott sighs

- Baby, you seen my keys?

- Yeah, here.

Where are you going?

- Jimmy's.

- You didn't say this...

was an every night thing.

- It's not.

- I miss you.

After a long day of
taking care of her,

I need someone to
take care of me, too.

- I miss us.

I mean, you're either sleeping

or you're with her.

- She'll sleep through
the night soon.

- Carrie...

We haven't had sex in months.

- Is that why you stay
over there until 4:00 a.m.?

- No.

Jimmy likes to work late.

- Jimmy, and?

- Rachel.

- And you're with her

and some pervy old guy.

- Pervy?

Carrie, come on.

I looked him up.

- Okay, so he's someone
you can look up.

Maybe that's all
you need to know.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

Look, it's just...

This is a once in a
lifetime thing for me.

This,

this right here...

is a once in a lifetime thing.

baby grizzles

melancholy music

Scott sighs

- TV Weatherman Is
about to pound this area

with some gusty winds,
torrential rain,

and a lot of lightning,
unfortunately.

And of course, people
who are outside.

guitar music

- Jimmy Voicover I could've
stopped it, but I didn't.

She made him better.

When she changed,
we all changed.

rock music

She was a force of nature.

Hell, she even
started booking gigs.

She got us a wedding

that paid 10 grand
for one night.

I'm not too proud.

dark synthesizer music

electric crackling
man screaming

- What's gotten into her?

Girl's got the devil in her.

- Zach And a liter of vodka.

- It's like she's a
completely different person.

She'll say something,

and then you'll remind
her about it the next day

and then she won't
even remember it.

- I know what you're
talking about.

I've seen that.

- She blacks out.

Listen, she's an artist.

She hears voices.

You're a songwriter.

You know what that's like.

- That lightning did something
to her, I'm telling you.

- Can't have rock and
roll without electricity.

- We're all electricity
when you think about it.

Every thought we have,
synapsis, pew-pew-pew!

- She needs help.

- Listen, those
voices in her head

are our ticket to ride.

- Bitch better have
my money! chuckles

door slams

- Rachel, you all right?

- Jesus Christ.

- Here you go, daddy.

Cash money. chuckles

Yeah, I think the bride's dad

was in the Armenian
mafia or something.

- We haven't even talked
about the fact that...

a guy died in the
parking lot tonight.

- I don't remember any of that.

- You don't remember an
ambulance and a dead guy?

He was like, they said
27, heart attack, right?

- Did you say heart attack?

- Jimmy Voiceover
Heart attack?

Yéah,flght

Later we found out the LAPD

didn't know what to call it.

They had no idea what
they were dealing with.

Neither did we.

- Well, I heard at
the Animal Benefit

that this guy, well, he
also died of a heart attack.

- She's breaking hearts already.

- Chuckles I'm tired.

You should be, that
was a hell of a show.

You just need to
calm down a little.

- No, I need to speed up

and catch up on all the
stuff that I missed out on.

- No, you need to relax.

- Okay.

Help me.

- I can't.

- I need you to.

dark synthesized droning

- Jesus.

Rachel...

- What, are you my mother?

Between yourjudging

and your pushing
me all the time,

it's like she never left.

- Don't you think
you've had enough?

- Fuck you, Jimmy.

I mean, who are you

to be lecturing
anybody about anything?

snorts

breathing deeply

I mean, after all, Jimmy,

you're just a one-hit wonder,

a two-time felon,

three-time divorcee,

no talent ex-junkie.

- Well, you figured me out.

Now just...

why don't you get
the fuck out of here?

- Everybody just calm
down for a second.

- And what about that
record deal, Grandpa?

- Record deal you pissed away?

- The record deal I don't
need any of you for?

- Okay, you know what?

You fucking two
deserve each other.

I'm out of here.

- Poor baby.

mumbles

- What about you, Jimmy?

You want to taste?

Does this look tempting at all?

Come on.

Jimmy No thanks, I'm allergic.

Whenever I do it, I
break out in handcuffs.

chuckles

- Come on, suck it.

- You know what?

Let's get you home.

- You want to take me home?

snorts deeply

cries out

giggIeS

- What's wrong with you?

- You know, we all
carry the seeds

of our own
destruction, Mr. Klein.

Wow, this is too fun.

chuckles

Jimmy Voiceover So there I am,

scared out of my sack,

throat burning like hell,

mind fucking blown.

Was the coke laced?

Was I hallucinating?

I didn't know what the fuck.

The only thing I knew for sure

was that wasn't Rachel anymore.

Weeks went by,

she disappeared again.

I was dealing with my
own personal freak out,

and the boys were left wondering

what the hell happened?

- Fuck, it's been two weeks.

We got to startjamming again.

- Yeah, well it looks like it's
just going to be you and me.

I don't know.

She won't call me back and...

I guess it's over.

- What's over, your new
relationship or the band?

- Fuck you, dude, okay, shut up.

Why would we put this
much energy into it

just to watch it crumble?

This makes no fucking sense.

- Do we need, do
we even need her?

- Yeah, we need her.

And you'd have to
admit, man, there's...

- What does Jimmy
say we should do?

- I don't know, I mean...

It's undeniable, she's
one of a kind, dude.

She has something
really special that

a lot of people want
that you can't learn.

- Jimmy Scott was crushed.

It was like a break up to him.

gentle strumming

But heartache's good
for a songwriter,

not so good for a marriage.

J‘ Blue sky J‘

baby wails

J‘ Blue sky goodbye J‘

- You woke her up.

- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

- You didn't even
know it's, like

four o'clock in the morning.

- | just lost track
of time, I'm sorry.

- What is...

What is this?

- It'sjust something
I'm working on, I'm...

- Blue Sky Goodbye.

Is this about her?

No, no, is it...

Is this talking about her?

You said it was over?

- Scott It is over, it's over.

- Well, but...

What, you're still, what?

Pining away for her?

Are you serious?

You're still fucking
pining away for...

- Honey, no, come on, baby.

- No, no.
- Stop it, stop it.

- Don't touch me,

don't touch me!
- Stop, stop, stop!

- Don't fucking touch me!

Just get out!
baby cries

Just get the fuck out.

- Scott I'm sorry!

sobs

melancholy music

radio skips channels

- Newsreader President
Clinton tries to avoid

a government shut down.

In entertainment news
today, James Klein,

aka, singer Jimmy Kleen,

was stabbed today at
Los Angeles County Jail

while awaiting arraignment
on a parole violation.

Doctors at City
Hospital say Mr. Klein

is lucky to be alive,

but will never sing again.

And the weather forecast,
overnight lows tonight at...

whizzing

- Look at you!

- Look at you,
thanks for calling.

- Yeah, man, thanks
for coming over.

Looking good.

- | feel good.

Better than ever.

I want you to hear something.

rock music

- Wow, have you been digging
through the archives?

- I recorded that last night.

- What? I thought you
couldn't sing though.

How?

- It's a long story.

- How are you?

- Good, how's it going?

— Thanks for coming.

I listened.

Yeah, I love it.

- Thanks.

- Jimmy Voiceover She
seemed like the old Rachel,

but I couldn't be sure.

mysterious music
swing creaking

No pictures, please.

- Scott Jimmy,
so what is fame?

- chuckles What is fame?

All right.

To me, it'sjust a 25
cent piece of plastic.

To them, it's a family
fucking heirloom.

Fifty-three year old
bad boy, what a joke.

- Scott I'm going to say
you don't look a day over 52.

You motherfucker.

Let me have one of those.

- Are you sure?

- Dude, you just
got your voice back.

You shouldn't be smoking.

- Whatever happened to my voice
had nothing to do with this.

- What did happen?

- She just kissed it
and made it better.

- All right, very funny.

Fine, if you don't want to
talk about it, it's fine.

- No, she just kissed my neck.

I got some crazy
shock, and then...

hurt like a motherfucker.

- So, what, she kissed
you and cured you?

You know what, I said
she had mental problems,

not magical powers.

- I've had every
test known to man,

but doctors don't know
what the fuck happened.

He wants to write me up
in a medical journal.

- Yeah, at least somebody
wants to write about you again.

dark synthesized music

puffing

electric buzzing
man screams

Getting high and rock and roll

go together like tits and ass,

but now she was just
killing for fun.

- Coming in hot!

- Scott It's 10:00
in the morning.

- Ooh, so?

- Yeah, so?

- I like your ride,
Jimmy. chuckles

- Thanks.

- Is everything
sparkling to you?

- What are you high on?

- I'm high on life, Jimmy!

laughing

motor revving

rock music

- Jimmy Voiceover Of
course, I had no idea.

But goddamn it, every
time she took another hit,

we made another hit.

It's got to be worth
something, right?

thunder rumbling

J‘ | feel you in
the autumn breeze J‘

J‘And | smell you in the
gentle fallen leaves J‘

J‘And | see you
every single day J‘

J‘ When all I want is for
you to just go away J‘

J‘ Fade away from me J‘

J‘ Ooh, ooh J‘

J‘ Fade away from me J‘

J‘ Yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Fade away from me J‘

J‘ Ooh fade away J‘

- Jimmy Voiceover
Right after that,

Rick's girlfriend made
him listen to the demo.

And we got that
record deal after all.

We were signed, but
we had to get Rick

to support the record.

I knew what he wanted for that.

So I threw a party
to set the mood.

- Hi, guys, it's your girl Kami,

and you are #blessed
for pressing play

because we are here at
the Hollow Body record

release party with
bad boy Jimmy Kleen.

Jimmy, thanks forjoining us.

- Yeah, it's my pleasure.

- Yes, and you're back!

- Okay.

- Back from the dead.

Clean living.

Stay in school, don't do drugs.

- Oh, and there's the
lead singer, Rachel.

Who's that she's with?

She's a wild child.

Just give me a
second, all right?

Pardon me.

Sorry bud, can you just
back off, all right bud?

- She's mumbles
on me, asshole.

-All right, calm
down, calm down.

head butt smashes
girl giggles

- Sorry, excuse me.
- Okay, no worries.

- Dude, turn that off.

- Come on.
- Man Dude, he hit me!

- Hey, hey, what
the fuck, Jimmy?

- Rick's going to
be here any minute.

Can you stay sober for
five fucking minutes?

- You had your fun,
I'm having mine.

- Listen, you said you
wanted a record deal.

Well, here it is, so
don't fucking blow it.

- I said I wanted
to be in a band.

- Well, you are in a band.

Now it's time to
hit the high notes.

- We're not even
performing tonight.

- Well, Rick's not sure about
distribution, all right?

So if you can just put on

a little private
performance for him,

and convince him.

mysterious music

- Let's not mince words.

I fuck him, he
pushes the record?

Rock and roll.

- Rock and roll.

- Hey, what the hell
was that? You all right?

- I'm fine.

- What's gotten into you?

- chuckles Isn't
this what you wanted?

- I wanted you to be
a better performer.

I like the old you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you okay?

-All right, all right,
come on, outside somewhere.

- Parking, get her
outside, sort her out.

All right.

Wait for him there.

Don't say anything stupid.

- Oh, hi, you're Rick Rollins.

I am, yeah.

- I'm a such a
fan of your label.

| play drums in Hollow Body.

- Rick.
- This is Jimmy.

- Hey, thanks for coming, bro.
- Good to see you.

- You met Zach, the drummer.
- I did.

- You okay?

- No.

- You're bad.

- chuckles You are.

Please.

- I'm not dead.

- Aren't you?

- Rachel, this is Rick.

- Hey, I'd shake hands,

but I'll give you this instead.

- Save me from this scene.

- All right.

- Where are they going?

- Don't worry about
it, all right?

Settle down.

guests chattering

- I got to be honest with you.

I know you're an
artist and everything,

but you're so fucking hot.

The only thing on my mind
is, excuse me, fucking.

You know, I got a
place down in Cabo,

we should go down there.

We could do some songwriting,

we can get to know
each other better.

I got a plane out at the
Santa Monica airport,

we can get down there
in about two hours.

-All right, Rick.

And just in case you
don't make me come,

let's talk business.

- I'm sorry?

- I want to open for
your biggest act.

I want a publishing deal,

I keep 50% of whatever
the band makes,

and I want a million
in marketing.

To start.

- chuckles Wow.

May | ask you a
personal question?

- Rachel Anything.

- How old are you?

Because you seem very
mature for your age.

- Hmm, I'm older than I look.

- Well, you got fabulous genes.

- | get them from
my mother's side.

Why don't we move somewhere
a little bit more...

private?

- I'd love to.

slow rock music

- Jimmy Zach, he
loves playing the drums.

Where are you going?

- Just move.

- Whoa, whoa, or what?

- What, you're going
to headbutt me, too?

- | mightjust throw
you in the fucking pool.

- Stop it.
- Oh, you're drunk.

All right, we'll get you home.

- Yeah, where's home, huh?

What, the house that
Carrie kicked me out of

or the apartment I can't afford?

- What's your fucking
wife's problem?

You didn't even touch her.

- The problem was I wanted to.

- But you decided not to
do anything, all right?

And that was a choice.

- So deal with it.

- Is that her choice?

- No one's holding
a gun to her head.

electric zaps
Rick grunts

- Hang on a second.

Something's not right.

- You just need to relax.

- Let it happen.

electric zapping
moaning

slow rock music

ecstatic moaning
electric zapping

thunder rumbles

static buzzing
thunder rumbles

- It's done.

Let's go have a cigarette.

I think I've earned it.

I can see why she likes you.

- Rachel?

- Rachel.

laughs

Rachel.

J‘ Oh, oh, yeah J‘

J‘OhJ‘

lightning crashes

J‘ You're dead like me J‘

J‘ Hey, you're dead like me J‘

laughing

thunder rumbles

J‘ You're dead like me J‘

Get out.

- Rachel!

Wake up, wake up.

Rachel.

- She's gone.

gentle music

excited breathing

moaning Yeah, yeah.

electric buzzing

moaning
electric zapping

lightning crashing

woman screams

- Barb Voiceover
Rachel. laughs

- Jimmy Scott didn't
know what hit him.

When he woke up, all
he remembered was

that he finally got what he
wanted, and regretted it.

You'd think that killing
the head of your label

would be a bad thing.

Out of respect for the family,

I told Rick's dad it
was a heart attack.

They've been going
around lately.

So next thing you know,

he's talking about
throwing a benefit concert,

and guess who managed
to get on the line up?

- Scott Please come.

- Carrie How can we afford it?

You're not getting paid.

- Well, it's a benefit.

I mean, nobody's getting paid.

- An infant does not
belong at a rock concert.

- We'll get like little baby
headphones or something.

Please, this is like the
biggest show I've ever played.

- Good for you.

You got everything you wanted.

- No, not everything.

- Oh, Carrie.

- No, I...

- Come on, don't.

Carrie.

baby giggling

thunder echoing
dramatic music

crowd roaring

- Richie was a great
friend, a brother, really.

Struck down in his prime.

- Yeah, well, that's
why we're here, right?

Make something good
come out of it.

- Zach Can we just um,
talk about the heart attacks?

'Cause every gig we
do, someone dies.

What, are we cursed?

- This is a benefit
for heart disease.

Have a fucking heart.

- Zach We're just
going to sit here

and act like
nothing's happening?

- Just stick to the music,

please, man!
- Dude!

People die all the time.

- Okay, well, let'sjust
keep doing the interview.

Talk about the first
night, the party.

- Well, technically,
we crashed that party.

- Technically? Definitely.

Thank God, you did.

I got something for you.

- Earned it.

- No, dude.

- You serious?

- Seriously.

gentle music

moves into mysterious music

camera flash zapping

- Hi, babies.

- Wow!

- You like?

- You know it's
raining out there.

You're going to be freezing.

- Don't worry about me, baby.

|'|| outlive all of you.

- What are we drinking to?

- Hmm, me.

- How you feeling?

-Hmmm

Never better.

You'll never guess who's here.

Surprise.

- Carrie?

Hey.

You look great.

How she doing?

- Great.

- Nice headphones.

- I thought you'd like them.

- What are you doing here?
- It wasn't me, it was...

it was Rachel.

She arranged for us to come
and wanted to surprise you.

- Thanks.

- Carrie Are you all right?

- Yeah, no, I'm much better now.

- Gig Manager Hollow
Body, you're next.

- About time.

Come, let's go freshen up in
my dressing room real quick.

- Rachel, we don't
have time for that.

- Relax, can't start without me.

- We did it, man, just
like I promised you.

- Ugh, yeah.

- Come on, man, I
thought you'd be happier.

You've dreamt about this
since the moment I met you.

- Yeah, butjust
not like this, man.

- Yeah, well, it's never
the way you want it to be.

Hey, Jimmy, you just, you're
not hearing me though.

It's...

- You're right, I'm not.

- Jimmy...

- Wow. This is, uh...

this is pretty amazing.

Don't think I've ever...

been in a room with these
many mirrors before.

Yeah, it's kind of...

a pre-show ritual.

- You get what you need?

- chuckles Oh, yeah.
static crackles

- All right, boys.

- Where's Carrie?

- She'll be down in a minute.

- Don't worry, she's got
the best seat in the house.

- Could you take a picture
of me before the show?

- Carrie Yeah.

I fucking knew it.

- Oops.

Yeah, about that...

You know, Carrie,
you're very sweet.

But Scott doesn't want sweet.

He wants me.

- They're waiting
for us, Rachel.

- Yeah, but you're
not Rachel, are you?

Not since the accident.

Those heart attacks,
they you, too?

- Who do you think you are?

Look at me.

You don't know what Scott wants.

You think I'm sweet?

There's more to me.

- You don't know me.

You don't know my family.

You don't know Scott.

What do you...

You fucking know?

tense music
electric zapping

heavy breathing

- Mm chuckles

laughs

Oh! laughs

Oh.

You're bad.

It's show time.

- Stage Manager People,
it's time, you're on!

- Jimmy, dude, what the
hell are we going to do?

- We play.

- With that?

- Oh, I've played with worse.
- Dude, we're going to, Jimmy!

- Come on, let's go, ha ha ha!

- This is unbelievable.

- Zach, dude...

tense music
baby crying

- Compere Ladies
and gentlemen,

from Hollywood, California,

Hollow Body.
guitar twanging

lightning crashes

crowd screaming

- The strike killed
us instantly.

The fire took
another nine people,

injured, I don't know, 50.

But you know what?

They never found Rachel.

Not a trace.

Vanished.

Always leave them wanting more.

footsteps echoing

They say death is the
ultimate career move.

I should know.

What can I say?

It's a living.

J‘ Yeah J‘

J‘ Oh, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away J‘

J‘ Hmm fade away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, fade
away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, fade
away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Oh, yeah, oh J‘

J‘ Don't you, don't
you, don't you fade J‘

J‘ Oh, don't you fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Why you wanna know J‘

J‘ What I think about you J‘

J‘ Well, I don't know yet J‘

J‘ What I think about myself J‘

J‘AII I know is when
I'm around you J‘

J‘ My cares just fade away J‘

J‘ What can I say J‘

J‘ I love you in every way J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ 80, now I know J‘

J‘ How I feel about you J‘

J‘ But I cannot tell you J‘

J‘ 'Cause I don't want
to scare you away J‘

J‘ How can I tell you
that I think about you J‘

J‘ Every night and day J‘

J‘ What can I say J‘

J‘ I love you in every way J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ We're gonna hear
all their wolves J‘

J‘ We're gonna hear them wolves J‘

J‘ They're always
knocking on my door J‘

J‘ They're always
knocking on my door J‘

J‘ Now I know what it's all for J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world
worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

chuckling

gasps and screams

- Ghost Rachel Mom?

- Ghost Barb Dead like me.