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Don't do that!

What the fuck? - It's good.

What are you working on? - Bridge for catapult tactics.

Oh, nice. Didn't you already do a bridge for that one?

Yeah, but then I made a second bridge,

and then I realized I needed a third bridge to...

- Bridge the bridges. - Bridges. Yes. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Can you play me a little bit?

Okay. Yeah.

Nice. Nice.

- You like it? - Yeah, I think it's cool.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Maybe just, um-- maybe just turn it down a little bit

since, you know, we got neighbors. - Ah, yes. Yeah.

Don't want to, uh, ruin their good time

with my amazing groove session, right?

But you know who you should share it with is Scott.

You know?

Yeah, I don't know.

It's just Scott doesn't like that kind of music.

And I'm just an engineer there.

I'm basically a glorified knob twirler, if anything.

Oh.

Well, Mr. Knob Twirler, maybe you could twirl my knobs.

Oh, I thought you said your knobs

were too sensitive to twirl.

I was just trying to find an elegant way

to get into a groove with you. - Oh.

What time is it? - Mm, 8:30.

It's 8:30? I'm gonna be late for work.

Why didn't you tell me it was 8:30?

- God, you're a grownup. - Where's my keys

and my wallet and my phone? - On the table,

on the desk, and in your pocket. - Okay, great.

- Here's your go-go juice. - Thank you so much.

Oh, and, uh, don't forget the printer paper.

Printer paper. Yes, I got it. Yeah. I love you. Mwah.

S-Sorry.

Oh, sorry. Sorry. Morning.

- William!

Can I borrow you for a second?

Hoo-ooh-ooh!

I told him, "If you make love as good as you dance,

then, hey, baby, you can light my fire anytime."

Ha ha ha. Super funny, Eleanor.

Now, remember, when it goes out,

you wanna make sure these wires are attached,

and you can flip this up.

And it should... Great. Got it.

You really gotta get a professional in here, okay?

Oh, come on. Why should I hire an electrician when I have you?

Because you're the building manager. It's your job.

And I don't think anything I'm doing in there is legal or safe.

Listen, I got something for your album.

I really appreciate it, Eleanor, but, uh,

I don't think you're the intended audience

for my kind of music, okay?

- Oh, William, one more thing. - Hmm?

Eleanor, it's not broken.

You just need to charge it, okay?

I don't know how to work these new vibrators.

It's a toothbrush. Oh, hey.

Hey, what's up brother?

Hey, Alec, what's going on? You moving out?

Yeah. Finally sold that screenplay.

- Oh, the sci-fi one. - The erotic sci-fi thriller.

- Yeah. Hmm. - Yeah. Finally out of this shitty cursed apartment.

No more leaky pipes, power outages,

weird pets running around. - Yeah.

Hey, how's that band going?

Uh, it's mainly me these days.

Uh, actually, can I ask you something?

- Yeah. - How'd you do it?

- Do what? - How'd you finish the script?

It's all about mindset, all right? No distractions.

- No distractions. - Plus, I didn't really have to work a job.

- Why's that? - A trust fund.

- Ah. - Yeah. But mainly hard work.

- Yeah. - And some help from my dad's buddy

who wrote a couple of "Jurassic Parks."

- Cool. - That's why a major studio's

finally making my erotic sci-fi thriller.

Oh! Oh!

Eleanor!

Pig guy's pig is out again!

Oh, William, don't be so uptight.

Darren! Come on, Darren.

Come on, Darren. Come on, Darren!

Who's a little wiggy-diggy?

Come on, now. Come on, now! Get in here.

- Nice knowing you, man. - Thanks, Alec.

Hoo! Hoo!

Damn, that is one hot lick.

Hi. I'm Swig Anderson, bass player for Dawn Dimension.

Welcome to part seven of my ongoing video series,

Rockin' in the Fifth Dimension.

Now, as I've said before,

prog rock is all about complexity.

Most people don't get it, and that's good.

- Yeah. - If people get your music,

you've failed.

If everyone likes your music,

brother, you sold the fuck out.

Give your bass back to your mommy.

Maybe she can sell it and buy you a suit and tie,

'cause that's going to be what you're wearing

at your shitty job now.

- Yeah. - All right, let's get started

with some arpeggiated finger tap.

Remember, you got to say it before you play it.

- Sorry. Sorry.

- Hey. - Whoa! Hey!

Croissant guy, where's my croissant?

Auggie, I'm sorry, I don't have one right now.

I will get-- I'll get one later, okay?

I'm just-- I'm late right now. - Ah!

♪ I'll pick you up on Sunset Boulevard ♪

- Hey, Russell.

♪ I'll watch it till the sun comes up ♪

♪ Just a couple of kids having fun ♪

♪ It's a show

- Ow! Ow. - Sorry, Scott. Sorry I'm late.

It's just that my landlord needed some help,

and my neighbor's pig got out. - We're trying to make

rock and roll here. - I know, I'm sorry.

Rock and roll is about being on time.

Do you think it was easy to get a known artist

like Caleb Bang Jansen to record here?

It was not easy. In fact, he wanted to bring his own engineer.

And I'm like, "No, I've got the best guy in the city...

for the rate." - Right.

- Just don't fuck this for me. - Yeah.

- For us. - Right. Great. Yeah.

I-I'm sorry. - The studio.

Just don't fuck this for all of us.

- I-I'm s-- I won't be late anymore. - Don't fuck it up.

- Yeah. - Don't stop rock and roll, man.

♪ Whoa, womenkind

Wow. That was the best one yet, man.

I think it sounds like shit. Scott!

Is your fucking engineer here yet?

Uh, yeah. My name's William. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jansen.

I, uh... - No. It's Caleb Bang Jansen.

You have to say the whole name.

Yeah. Sorry. I'm sorry, Mr. Caleb Bang Jansen.

I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.

You sound like a fucking baby, man. Grow up.

Oh, shit!

Hey, what's wrong, Caleb Bang Jansen?

Any of you guys got any coke or ketamine?

Oh. Never mind.

I found something. - There he goes.

- I'm gonna hit the slopes, man. - Doing drugs is not

what rock and roll is all about.

Um, you know what? We got a minute.

Would you mind, uh, if I got your opinion on something?

Yeah. For sure. Yeah.

Did you compose all of this?

Yeah, yeah, uh, I've been working on it for a while now

at home, yeah. - Wow.

That is-- It's really like, um--

The fuck is this?

Um, it's, uh, it's something I've been working on at home.

It's, uh, it's called "Epitaph for the Fallen Circus."

It's kind of like a progressive form of prog.

I've been calling it, uh, a prog squared.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it sounds like Emerson

getting butt fucked by Lincoln Palmer.

Am I right, Scott? - Yeah.

'Cause I was literally just about to say how much it sucks.

And don't play it here again, or you're fired.

Well, grog's not for everybody, okay?

You know, it's-- it's kind of an auditory labyrinth.

I actually like that it takes a long time to get into it.

Some of my favorite albums-- - Let me ask you a question, my guy.

Why do you think I am in there and you are in here?

'Cause you got a song on this soundtrack for the O.C.

It's because I know what people want from their music.

Still, fuck! The fuck?! The fuck?!

Get the fuck off me.

My music makes people make babies.

The only way I'd listen to your shitty music...

♪ Is if you tied me up at gunpoint ♪

♪ And you forced me to

Right on. Uh, you ready to do another take, Mr. Bang--

Caleb-- Caleb-- Caleb Bang Jansen?

Caleb Bang Ja-a-a-nsen!

Oh, shit! That was speed!

Oh, we're going to be here all day, boys!

Toot-toot!

Hey, man, where's that croissant?

Oh. Uh, I'm sorry.

We didn't really have any today, so...

Come on!

You're the croissant guy!

You're always handing out croissants.

Give it up, croissant guy. - Auggie,

I gave you a croissant once, like, a month ago.

But time is an illusion, motherfucker.

- Yeah, I fucking wish it was. - You're headed into chaos.

Don't listen to the voices in your head.

Blood will be spilled.

Heads will roll. - What?

Soon you will be visited by three ghosts.

Oh, fuck off, Auggie. I'll see you tomorrow.

You there, boy!

Go find me the fattest goose you can get.

And then fuck it!

What's going on?

I think we have a new neighbor.

Jesus Christ.

I mean, how long is he gonna be moving around furniture?

Oh, did you remember to get the printer paper?

Oh. Shit. I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's okay. - No, I'll get it-- I can get it tomorrow.

Or just, uh... - It's okay. Don't worry. I still got a little bit.

So... - Yeah. Okay. Sorry. Thank you.

Is everything okay?

No. I don't know. I just--

I played a song for Scott today.

And it seemed like he liked it.

And then Caleb Bang Jansen came in and just started shitting

all over it and just, like... - Aw. You know what?

Fuck him.

Do you remember what your father used to say?

Said, "Everyone won't get it, but..."

Not everyone will get it, but the right ones will.

Right ones will. Hmm? Yeah.

Do you want to go to sleep?

No. I'm gonna just see if this guy stops making so much racket

and then see if I can get some work done. - Sure. Okay.

- Yeah. - I mean, try to be in soon. I got an early morning.

Yeah, I know, it just-- Is this sound--

Is this not bugging you? It's just so loud.

Do you get some earplugs just in case?

No, I can't. You know, I got the small ear canals.

Just...

Go to sleep.

Fucking A! I mean, what is up with this guy?

Look, if it's bothering you that much, Will,

just-- just go over there.

- I can't just go over there. - Why not?

Because I don't want a confrontation.

Maybe we should call the cops. - Oh, my God, I will go over there.

No, no, no, no. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.

I'll just-- I'll just, uh-- I'll just pound on the wall.

- With your fist? - Yeah.

That's a little archaic, don't you think?

You're not a caveman. - I--

Yeah, but what else-- I just-- You know, it's late.

I don't want to go over there if he's just--

I'm sorry. Good night.

If it's not bugging you, you can go sleep.

Put some earplugs into my normal-sized ear holes.

- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Oh, William! What a delight.

Hey, we were just about to watch a movie.

Eleanor, whoever you rented Alec's apartment out to

is making a ton of noise.

So if you could please just tell him to keep it down.

Why don't you just tell him yourself? He's your neighbor.

No, but you're the building manager.

It's your job. - Eleanor! Come back!

Sophie's about to make her choice.

I don't want to get in the middle of anything.

So if you don't mind, I got to get back to movie night.

No, but it's your job to settle quarrels between tenants.

No, no, no. Fuck!

What the fuck?

Emily! Emily! Emily, wake up! Wake up! I fucked up!

- Oh. What happened? - I pounded on the wall.

- Wait, you did what? - I know, but he came up to our door,

and he hocked a loogie. You got to see this guy. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- He's a fucking monster. He just looks so messed up. - What?

I think we're living next to some kind of maniac.

Okay, okay, okay. Well, the music just stopped.

It sounds like he got it out of his system, okay?

We can just deal with it in the morning.

I'm calling the cops.

I still don't know what took you guys so long.

Well, you didn't have to wait outside.

Yeah, well, I don't hear any noise now.

Well, yeah, but still, he hocked a loogie on my door.

That's, like, assault, right? - A loogie?

- Yeah, on my door. - How do you spell that?

- I don't know.

Emily!

Emily!

- Emily? - William,

Emily was just about to tell me about your trip to Big Bear.

Oh, it's a long story. We don't have time.

We'd be here all night. - Yes. Laughing, I'm sure.

Oh! Hello, officers.

Can I interest you in some chamomile tea?

- Yeah, sure. - It's cool. Please, come in.

Please. - No, no, no, no, no, this is the guy,

this-- this-- this thing.

- William. - He kept me up all night.

He kept us up all night.

Mr.? - Vlad.

Just Vlad.

Mr. Vlad, is there a reason why you're making so much noise?

- Why did you let him in? - Well, I just moved in.

And when you pounded on the wall, I just-- - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You pounded on his wall? - Yeah, b--

- With your fist? - Yeah.

You seem to have left that little detail out.

Sure, but--

He spit on the door. - The hocked loogie?

- Yes. The hocked loogie. - You know, William, Vlad is sorry.

I brewed up a kettle of tea to say, "Forgive me

for what I have done or might do."

Wait, what do you mean, might do?

Oh! Oh!

Oh, Emily, you didn't tell me that William is so funny!

To-go cups okay, officers? - Thanks.

- Yeah. - I think we're done here.

No, I don't think we're done here.

I said I heard screaming coming from his apartment.

Aren't you going to check his apartment?

Yeah, it's probably my TV,

but-- but you can have a look, officers.

I take you over. Please.

No, I don't think we need to.

Uh, good night, Mr. Vlad.

Night, ma'am.

Good night, officers.

Thank you so much for understanding, Emily.

Oh, you sweet thing.

You fucker!

Yes. Good night

- Good night.

It's too bad you called the cops like a little bitch.

If you had come to my apartment like a man

and told me face-to-face to turn it down, who knows,

maybe we would have had a good old-fashioned rumble.

You bloody...

Let me ask you a question, my guy.

Why do you think I am in there

and you are in here?

You failed.

Why don't you just tell him yourself?

He's your neighbor.

You failed.

Time is an illusion, motherfucker.

No distractions.

Did you remember printer paper?

No distractions.

Time is an illusion, motherfucker.

It's because I know what people want from their music.

No distractions.

Fuck!

- Darren? - Did you remember printer paper?

Fuck!

Darren?

Fuck!

Fuck!

The hocked loogie?

Fuck!

The hocked loogie?

Fuck!

- The hocked loogie? - Fuck!

- The fuck!

The fuck! The fuck!

The fuck! The fuck! The fuck! The fuck!

The fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

No distractions.

Distractions.

This-- The fuck is--

Hey. I drew a dick on your head

because you're a dickhead.

Also, you're fucking fired.

What?

No. You can't fire me. I work for the studio.

Get the fuck out, William!

What?

Get the fuck out, William! You heard the guy.

Come on, dickhead.

Fucking whatever.

- Croissant guy! - Fuck.

- You got-- - I don't have any fucking croissants, Auggie.

- Why not? - 'Cause it's not my job to feed you, alright?

Oh, it's begun.

Oh, fuck off!

Innocence has been torn off the meek!

Who shall beget the calamities of castle!

- Fuck off!

Damn. That is one hot lick.

Listen up. There's gonna be a lot of obstacles

that pop up in your life--

record executives, ex-wives, sisters.

These people are just roadblocks on your journey to success.

You got to stand on your own two feet

and say my music is more important

than your record sales or your alimony

or your paying for our dumb dad's funeral.

You got to cut these people out of your life

and tell them to fuck off forever!

Fuck off forever.

Fuck off forever!

Fuck off forever.

Get out of my kitchen, 'cause I'm cooking!

Alright. Let's get back

into the subtle art of the pick slide.

- You're home early. - Yeah.

Um, they, uh-- They let me go--

Early. They-- They let me-- They let me go early today.

Oh.

Did you remember to grab the printer paper?

Shit. I'm sorry, Emily. I forgot.

- Ah. - No, I'm sorry. You--

You just-- You know I'm not good

at keeping track of that kind of shit.

You mean you're not good

at keeping track of my shit. - No.

Just-- I've just been--

I haven't been sleeping well,

and Vlad's music is fucking nonstop.

I can't believe it's not bugging you.

It's just driving me crazy.

Okay, listen to me. Listen to me.

If it's so difficult with Vlad's music,

I will just go over there, and I will speak to him.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I don't want you over there. I don't want him over here.

Listen. I am sorry.

I will be more present, and I will remember the printer paper.

Just-- Just once I finish this album,

then I will be able to get that stuff--

You have been trying to finish this album for three years,

and-- and-- and you haven't gotten anywhere close.

You know, you-- you act like this hobby is more important

than everything else in your life.

My hobby?

What do you think all this stuff is?

Music is like my life.

If you don't like my music, then what do you like about me?

What do I like about you?

Right now I don't know.

Look, I-I'm gonna go grab the printer paper.

I'll-- I'll see you later.

Shit.

...this!

What are you doing in my tableau?

- Um-- - Super invasive, bro.

You can't just walk into somebody's home uninvited.

I'm sorry, but you said man-to-man the other night.

No, no, Vlad. I'm sorry.

I-I'll leave. I'm-- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to-- Vlad, Vlad, please.

I'm sorry! - Chicken?

Oh, it's so good. You want a bite?

- No. I'm fine. - You sure?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.

- Very tasty. - Yeah.

Have a seat.

Pretty ballsy, just walking in here,

considering you don't know anything about me, eh?

You got to be careful with all the crazies around here, hmm?

Uh, just, uh, it'd be really...

great if you just-- - Back in Kyova,

it was the neighbors that didn't talk to the other neighbors

that you had to watch out for.

But I'm glad you came, Willy.

We got off on the wrong foot.

I think we can be friends.

Can I call you Willy?

Yes. No, I don't-- I don't care. I just--

It just would be great if you just kept it down.

- Kept what down? - The music.

It's just the noise--

You know, the walls are super-thin,

and I'm-- I'm trying super hard to get something done.

What?! Wait.

You mean...

- Yeah. Yes. - That-- you?

No. It's just I'm trying to finish my album.

Whoa! Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait. Are you talking about-- - Yes.

Please, Vlad.

Oh!

Turn it down, please, Vlad.

I can't hear you!

What did you want me to do?!

I want you to turn it down!

But the music is so good!

You know that kind of music!

I got that fuck-all-night music!

- Turn it down!

Ah! Willy!

- I'm sorry. - The big man finally arrives,

here to tell me to my face to turn it down.

- I-I'm sorry. - You want to come at me, bro?

- I don't want to.

My baby cousin Miha was just like you.

Never fought back.

Always asked me to fight for him.

I said, "Miha, I teach you."

But no. He refused.

Now the little fucker is dead.

Everybody in my home country is dead.

So much debt.

So much blood.

But now I teach you, eh?

Come on, come on! Come at me. - No.

- Take a shot. - No, no, no.

Vlad, I don't want a confrontation.

Life is confrontation, Willy.

Oh, you're so strong.

Now my turn.

- Oh! - Yeah. Way to take it, bro.

Please stop.

Now, use your big-man, brute strength

and slam me against the wall.

What?

Harder!

Oh!

No, Willy. Like this.

No, no.

Oh! My family, man?

That takes some balls, man.

No. That was--

Harder, Willy!

Oh!

Harder!

No!

Hard!

You made my... come back.

God, I missed this shit!

Oh!

Oh, we should have done this the first time!

We're could have been friends! Oh!

We're not gonna be friends, you fucking...

Oh, look at that!

What are you getting-- a frying pan?

What are you gonna do? Oh!

- Stay back. Stay-- Stay back. - Hell yeah!

- Oh! - Fuck.

Let me show you how that's done, Willy.

Stop! No, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Stop, stop! - Calm down!

Let me show you how you break a bottle on a man's head.

You go like this--

Oh, oh!

- What the fuck?! - Willy, yes!

Oh, Willy! Oh, I promise to keep the music down!

I'm so sorry! Please, don't hurt me!

- Stop, stop. - I'll turn the music down!

Fuck! What the fuck?! Fuck!

Oh! Sh...

Uh...

Oh...

Vlad, are you okay?

I'm fine.

- No. Fuck.

Good job, Willy.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You slipped. You slipped, Vlad.

Here. Let me-- Let me help.

Let me help you. - Okay. Just a little blood.

I'm gonna put it back here, like this.

No. No, it's not going.

It's not going-- It's not going back!

Oh, it will go back in, the little--

Let go, let go.

Man, it's fine, man. I'm fine.

I'm gonna get it off of me. I'll be fine.

I'll just walk it off.

Let me just...

- Vlad, stop!

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Damn. That is one hot lick.

Okay.

So you fucked up and killed somebody.

- What? - Relax.

Your band goes on tour, it's gonna happen.

On the Cataclysm tour, we killed like nine people.

Just need to know how to get rid of a body.

Let's get into it.

The first thing is you need a place to stash the body.

Amp cases are great, but temporary. - Oh, geez!

You got yourself a nice bathtub,

then, baby, you're golden.

Guys, I've seen so many roadies pull out their backs,

so just remember, lift with your knees.

Now, the best way to dissolve a corpse is sodium hydroxide.

And, brother, you're gonna need a lot of it.

This inexpensive substance

breaks up the remains at the molecular level,

leaving behind a brown sludge

which easily washes down the drain.

You're probably wondering how long this will take.

Unfortunately, the answer is three weeks.

- What?! - So your next best option

is an electrical reciprocating saw.

- Now, I suggest purchasing a variety pack of blades.

I've found that wood blades

cut through flesh, bone, and clothing like denim just fine.

Also, remember to get an adapter.

Gah! Come on!

The weight of the situation

might just be dawning on you now,

and your initial squirt of adrenaline

is probably wearing off,

but just put one foot after the other and get to a store

before the smell of rotting flesh tips off your neighbors.

Now you got all your stuff, you can get to work.

And remember, have fun.

Okay. Huh.

Hmm.

Uh...

Uhhh...

Okay.

1...2...

3!

The fuck?

Oh.

Alright.

God! Come on!

Shit! Gah!

How much blood can be in a body?

Oh!

No, no.

No, no. Um...

Hey, baby. What's up?

Hey. I'm, um-- I'm back home.

Did-- Did you take off?

- Yeah, no. I went on a hike. - Okay.

Um, I'm going to go to Alison's

and just work on the depositions.

Yeah. No, no, no. That's a--

That's a great idea. You love Alison. That's great.

You haven't seen in a long time.

Okay, yeah. I just thought maybe

take some time to cool off and--

Yeah. No, no, no. That-- Yeah.

That makes-- Yeah. And I'll do my thing.

You'll-- You'll do your thing.

Listen, listen. I got-- I got to go.

I got-- I got to go. Okay, bye-bye.

Hello, Willy.

No! What?

No. No, no, no, no.

You fucked me up good, bro.

No. You're dead, you're dead. You're pieces in a tub.

You can't kill me, Willy.

I am now living in your head rent-free.

Shut up. Shut up!

- I'm alive! - No, you're not!

I'm alive!

Shut the fuck up, you fucking asshole!

Oh!

Fuck.

Oh, God. Oh!

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead.

- Fuck, fuck!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Oh, William!

Can you just do that jiggle thing with the fuse box?

I can't seem to get it to work.

I'm a little busy right now, Eleanor.

Oh, and, also, I was going through my storage space,

and I realized that I have the perfect thing for your album.

I don't need your help on the album, okay?

I don't need anybody's help! I'm sorry, I just--

I can't do your chores for you all the time.

You're the building manager, alright?

I just thought that you liked

giving me a hand around the building.

Sorry, Eleanor. I...

I'm all out of hands to give.

Damn! That is one hot lick.

Now let's try and find a blast furnace.

Molten metal will incinerate a murdered body in seconds.

And then, baby, you're back on tour.

Yes. May I help you?

Hey, yeah. Is this the place,

uh, where they melt down all of the, uh-- the metal?

Not all of the metal, but the metal we get,

we do melt it down, yes.

You think I could see it?

Do you work here?

Uh, no, no, no.

Do you know anyone that works here?

I do, actually. Yeah, I'm here to--

uh, um, I'm here to surprise them.

Mm. What's their name?

That's also-- That's also part of the surprise, so--

I'm not going to ruin the surprise for you.

Well, I don't want to ruin it for you.

- What's their name?

Is it Marty Henderson?

Yes, yes. It's Marty Henderson.

Yeah, sorry. Oh--

Nobody named Marty Henderson works here.

Well, then, I-I don't--

This isn't going to work, Willy.

Shut up!

You didn't hear that, did you?

You yelling shut up at nobody?

Yeah, I heard. It was very loud.

Uh, okay, listen. Um...

Take it.

Do you know it's a felony to try and bribe a federal officer?

You're not. You're-- You're private security.

- What if I was? Mm-hmm. - But you're not.

So it doesn't matter. It's a moot point.

Take it. Let me in.

How much is that?

It's-- I don't know. It's like 14 bucks.

14 bucks?

This is the original demo of the original lineup

of "The Last Gasp of the Lonely Whaler."

- Oh! - It is-- This is worth like 400 bucks.

400 bucks? Yeah. Come on.

Hmm.

Who do I sell it to?

Anyone who likes music.

How do I find those people?

Like a record store.

I'm not just gonna go to a record store

and be like, "Hey, would you buy this from me for 400 bucks?

Some weird guy who tried to come into my smelting plant

gave it to me.

Sell-- Sell it on eBay.

I don't do eBay. I don't know how to do eBay.

It's super easy. Just, uh--

You just need to make a seller profile, and then--

I'm not gonna make a profile.

Are you kidding? How about this?

Why don't you go sell this for 400 bucks,

come back and give me $414,

and then I'll let you in?

$414? Where did the $14 come from?

The 14 singles you have, you stripper.

- Fuck off, dude. - Fuck you!

- Fuck you. - Fuck you!

- Fuck you! Fuck you! - Fuck you!

Oh, hey. Are you letting me in?

You think the dueling fuck you's

convinced me to let you in?

No. I'm calling the police.

9... - No, no! No, don't!

I'm-- I'm leaving, I'm leaving. - 1...

- No! Don't touch the other one!

- 1... - I'm leaving, I'm leaving!

Shit! Now...

Hey! What the fuck, man!

Come back here! No! Go, go, go! Leave!

Go! Back, back! - You have to take that!

No! It's mine! I'm gonna sell it on eBay!

You know what? Fuck it, rent-a-cop!

Fucking van driver.

- Fuck.

Hey, William.

Again, sorry about the whole "firing you" thing.

It wasn't my decision. My hands were tied.

Oh, hey, is that that prog dork?

Tell him to bring those platinum cables.

Yeah. Uh, if you could bring those cables,

they're worth a lot of money.

And also to get back here so we can fire him again.

Okay. Sorry. He's been partying all day,

which is not what rock and roll is about.

Fuuuuu--

Yippee!

Oh! Croissant guy!

Who is that?

I'm dead. This bitch killed me.

Am I hallucinating?

It's nobody.

Auggie, you're just seeing things, alright, buddy?

I'm pretty sure I'd know if I was seeing things.

I see stuff all the time. - Yeah.

What's that?

Ooh, you got my leg! Oho!

Oh, no, no, not my leg!

Come on!

You killed somebody, didn't you?!

Oh, he murdered the shit out of me.

- He slipped, okay? - No, I didn't slip.

Hey, Auggie, how about a croissant?

There's a bakery right--

Fuck you, croissant guy!

Come on!

- I want drugs. - Drugs?

Let's go get you some drugs. Get in the van.

Let's get you some drugs. Come on, baby!

Let's go get you drugs! - Oh, no way, man.

I've seen my friends fall for that one before.

Auggie, get in the fucking van!

Get away from me before I bean you with this!

You're gonna throw a bottle at me?

- Hyah! - Ow!

- Who's gonna believe you anyway,

you unhoused piece of shit?!

I'm out of here.

No. No, no.

Auggie, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey, man, hey, hey. Hey, you're okay.

You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.

Damn. That was one hot lick.

What the fuck did you just say?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

No, no, no, no.

You're Swig Anderson from Dawn Dimension.

I can't-- No, don't die!

I can't-- I can't kill my hero.

Fuck off... forever.

No, no, no, don't die. Don't die.

I got to know how you got the-- the flange effect

on Track 4 from America for Sale, okay?

What gauge strings did you use?

Yo, yo, bros, you are listening to KVLD Cleveland--

C-C-C-Cleveland--

Music to get murdered by.

On line 1, we got Auggie. Oh, go ahead, Auggie.

- Hey, Vlad.

Long time liver, first time dier.

I just wanted to say-- that William Brown

is a talentless hack.

Oh, you're goddamn right, Auggie!

- Shut up! Lies! - Oh, freakin'--

And he's also a serial killer.

Not a serial killer!

Just-- serial manslaughter at best.

Now, denim will treat you good, Auggie.

Oh, when I want to fuck all night...

- Shut up! Shut up! - ...I like to listen to KVLD...

- ...prog radio!

- Ah, here we go. - ♪ Ah-oh

Say goodbye, assholes.

♪ Ha ha!

Ohh!

Don't leave me out here, croissant guy.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Auggie.

If it means anything to you, you're a personal hero of mine.

It doesn't.

Ow, oh! Ow, ohh, ow, oh, ohh, ohh!

Oh, ow, ow!

Ah, you can't get rid of us, Willy.

That's where you're wrong, Vlad.

See, they find bodies in these woods all the time.

- Oh! - Probably think you just

got killed by an actual serial killer.

Oh, no, Willy. Don't do this.

These are the coyotes out here. - I know.

- They're your new neighbors.

No!

♪ Ooh, that is heaven

♪ Ooh, la la la

♪ Tell your daddy, "Go home"

♪ Go home

♪ Ooh, la la la la

♪ I'm dancing like I'm on the moon ♪

♪ I'm singing - Shit!

♪ Ooh, la la la

♪ And you know that I want you ♪

♪ Ooh, la la la

Eleanor.

...shit myself...

Fucking...

...demon.

God damn it.

Aaah!

So what's, like, the prognos-- What-- What ha--

What happened?

As far as I can figure, this lady shoved a screwdriver

into this jury-rigged rat's nest.

This was an accident waiting to happen.

Hey, look at that--

she's wearing a Dawn Dimension shirt.

Wait, what?

I guess the old lady was really into prog.

Aaa--

Huh?

Hey, Emily.

Are you leaving? - No.

- Thank God. - Oh, no.

I-I'm packing up my stuff, and then I'm leaving.

Wait, wait. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You're just gonna leave just because

I've been out of it the past couple days?

It hasn't just been the past couple of days, Will.

I-I think we need a break.

No, no, no, we don't need a break.

What are you talking-- I just--

It's just the noise from Vlad's apartment.

It was just fucking driving me crazy, okay?

- Yeah, but it's quiet now. - Yeah.

Yeah, no shit.

- You'll find something else. - What's that supposed to mean?

First, you had to find the perfect speaker system.

Then you had to buy the cords from Japan.

Then you were annoyed because Alec was making too much noise

while he was having sex.

- Yeah. It's gross. - It's the same thing.

You're constantly surrounded by problems,

but the only constant is you.

- Do you hear that? - You're not even listening.

No. Yeah. What? No. Yeah, no, I am, no.

What-- Do you-- You don't hear that?

- Yeah!

- You ready, dude? - Go for it, my brother.

- Chug!

- Chug! Chug! Chug! - Chug!

William.

Hello, Will.

You didn't expect me to stay in that ravine, did you?

I-I couldn't check my TikToks.

You-- You are ruining my life.

Ruining your life?

Asshole, you decapitated me.

- He's got you there, man. - No, no.

You slipped. You slipped.

You pulled the chain.

You knocked off your own fucking head.

Oh, see. Ooh, that's an interesting...

- And you--

You are the one who got behind my van.

- Oh, that was you-- - You got behind my van.

Oh, Auggie, you, too...

- Why is this happening to me? - Why?

Because fuck you-- that's why.

I ain't about to let death stop me from partying.

Torso, turn this shit up.

It's so cool.

- Turn it down!

Turn it down, Vlad, or I swear to God...

What-- you're gonna murder me twice, asshole?!

- You slipped! - Oh, no, baby.

I did not slip. - You fucking slipped!

Oh!

Aah! Stop it! Stop it!

- Come on, stop it! - Quit crying, pussy.

Get up and fight me.

- I don't want to fight anymore. - Ohh.

No. Here, William. Drink this.

- Ooh!

Shit, man!

I didn't know you liked to party.

Auggie, pour him another one.

Yes.

Take it, man.

- Oh, fuck it, man. - Fuck it, man.

♪ ...when you're around

♪ ...when you're around

- Yeah.

If Ozzy Osbourne can bite the head off of a bat,

why can't I sling a dead possum into my drummer's face?

Well, that's when I got kicked out of the band.

- Oh, my God. - Oh, great...

August Swig Anderson.

How did I never even notice that?

- It's the beard.

The beard.

You know, your "how to rock" videos--

I mean, I've, like, just fashioned my entire life

off those things.

How's that going for you?

- Okay, okay.

No so good, Willy!

Point taken. Yeah. Yeah, actually, you know,

Dawn Dimension's just-- just a huge influence on my work.

Ohh.

The classic rock shit sucks, Willy.

You can't fuck all night to that shit.

It's not exactly classic rock, though.

It's prog, you know?

It's a series of musical metamorphoses,

an auditory labyrinth, you know?

Yeah, whatever.

You can't fuck to it.

Why do you want to make that shit

when you can make EDM?

Prog is...

Prog is like life, man.

It's complex.

It's overwhelming and confusing...

always changing.

Prog artists take every idea they have

and put it into every single song, you know?

You'll find one verse that has

flute, didgeridoo, and a washboard and a synth.

It's just wild.

They promise to deliver everything,

and they actually try and do it.

There's crazy hope in that--

to try and set out to do the impossible

and actually do it sometimes.

And not everyone will get it.

But the right ones will.

Oh.

Wow. Where were you 30 years ago?

You could have talked some sense into Phil Collins.

- Ah. - Well, shit, man.

I guess I better hear

just fuck-free music I died for, eh?

- Really?

Yeah. Let's hear it. I want to hear it.

- Oh, wow. - Yeah.

- Swig? - Come on, Auggie.

Okay. Alright, let's go to my apartment.

Okay. Oh, fuck. I can't get up.

I got no arms. - I got you.

Okay. Thank you.

- Okay.

- That's good, Willy. - Alright.

Just remember, guys, it's not mixed yet,

so it's not mixed, it's not mixed.

Okay, so... - Okay.

- Play the music, Willy.

Ooh.

Okay, here-- Okay, here it comes.

Like that.

- Pow! - Whoa!

Oh, this is good!

- You like it? - Turn it up, Willy.

I might be able to fuck to this after all.

Alright. You like this? I can't believe you like it.

- Make it stop! - Oh, hey, guys, pig guy's here.

Pig guy, oh, you brought the pig!

- Bring the piggy into party.

- You make it stop! - What?

All day and night with this shit?!

- Oh, fuck you. - Hey, man.

- Chill out, man. - Take it easy, pig guy.

-"Pig guy"? You call me pig guy? - Yeah.

My name is Phillip!

My emotional support pigs don't define me!

- Ooh. - I'm sorry, pig-- Phillip.

I'm sorry. - Oh. Oh, okay.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Fucking guitar center in my brain!

Hey, if it's too loud, just get some earplugs or something.

I can't. I have tiny ear canals!

Fuck.

What a drama queen.

No. Hey, come on, man!

Oh, let's see what we have here.

- Don't touch the record! - What is this?

Pure shit. - Hey! Stop it!

- Aah! - What is this?

You cock! - No, it's-- fucking nuts!

- What is this? Shit. - Stop it, please! Get--

- And then, Dawn Dimension? - Do not touch that record.

- Oh. - Oho, oh!

- Pure shit! - Hey! Come on, man!

My father gave me this record!

I don't give a shit about your father.

Give me this. - Give it-- My fath--

- Give me this.

Show him, Willy. Show him that you showed me.

- Oh! Ohhh!

- Oh, no! - Yes.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. - Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

- Shh, shh, shh, I got this.

Take it-- I can take it out. I'll take it out.

It'll be fine. It'll be fine. It'll be fine.

Oh, shit!

Ohh, that's gotta hurt.

I can put-- I'll put it back in.

I'll put it back in. I'll put--

- Oh, stop!

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay, okay.

You can-- You can--

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.

Fucking...

- I'm gonna feed you to my pig!

Don't-- Don't make me use my...

...this drumstick!

Gonna take more than a drumstick, you cock!

- Aaah! - Fuck! Aah!

- God! - Aaah!

- Come on! - Ohh!

Ohh, that hurts!

Get off me!

Ohh.

Come on, dude.

Put him out of his misery, Willy.

Ah, yes. Yes!

I'm so sorry.

I-- Phillip, I'm so sorry.

Will, what is the--

- Emily. - What the fuck?

I thought-- I thought you were staying at Alison's.

I forgot the printer paper.

Did you... kill Phillip?

God. You know his name.

Awk-waaard.

- Shut up! - Oh.

Here's-- Here's the thing, Emily. It was an accident.

- You murdered him by accident? - Yeah!

They were all by accident.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - Oh, my God!

Emily! Please wait. I can explain.

Wait? W-W-What is there to explain, Will?

You-- You-- You killed someone,

and now you're going to kill me, too?

No, no! It's just that...

You're not gonna call the cops, are you?

I'm probably gonna go to the cops, yeah.

- No, no, no. - Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

See?

That's not gonna work for me. - Okay, okay.

Maybe this is the part where you just tell you

that this isn't who you are and you're not like this.

- I'm not! I'm not like this. - Okay.

A-A-And please don't hurt me.

I would never hurt you!

Oh!

Aaaa--

- Hey. It's that guy. - That was easy.

Vlad.

Auggie?

If you guys are still around...

go get the keys from the guard and let me out.

Mm.

Everything's--

Okay, so, Vlad, get the keys from the guard.

Auggie, you go and, uh, make-- uh, create a diversion.

And then, pig guy-- fuck!-- Phil--

you disable the security cameras.

So, Vlad, you get the keys.

Auggie, you-- you-- you create a diversion...

Pig guy-- fuck!-- Phillip-- Get the keys.

Auggie, you-- you-- you create a diversion...

Okay, okay, okay. And then-- And then--

And-- And-- And, uh...

Okay. Uh...

That sounds-- That's a good plan.

That's a good plan.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

And the final line was-- and he goes,

"I'll show you my phaser blaster," right?

Works every... time.

Alec?

William? You dog!

This is my friend. - Ah.

Oopsies.

Ohh.

What are you doing here? Does this have anything to do

with the disappearances at the apartment?

- Whaaaat? - Oh, no, I just--

- Really? - No. I didn't...

No.

No, I got drunk at a party and punched a guy in the face.

Yeah, he's posting on Twitter, saying I stole his movie idea.

Did you?

- Yeah. Kind of. - Mm.

- It's a bit of an issue. - Mm. That sucks.

Really assuming things were on the up and up for you.

They were.

They were.

But wherever I go, I'm, uh, still me, you know?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not gonna let that guy get in my way.

- Mm. - Know what I mean?

How's Emily, by the way?

She's okay. I think we broke up.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Ohh. I'm sorry. - Yeah, thanks.

Weird if you gave me her number?

Yes, absolutely.

William Brown, your lawyer's here.

Mnh-mnh.

Man, is there a way we can just skip all this shit

and get straight to the fucking lethal injection or whatever--

Stop! Just be cool, okay?

- Alright. - Okay. I know it's a hassle,

but we got to go through all this due process crap, okay?

Okay.

Ah, here we are.

William Brown.

Yes!

You're getting out, my friend.

- Wait. No.

Wait. What? - Police didn't find a body.

That doesn't-- That doesn't make sense.

Two cops conducted a thorough search of the entire building,

and they searched your apartment top to bottom.

There was no conclusive evidence of foul play of any kind.

They just found a torn shirt, pile of knives,

a bunch of worthless broken records,

and some animal droppings.

Blah, blah, blah.

And it looks like someone named Emily.

That's, uh, my girlfriend-- ex-girlfriend or--

or something-- I'm not sure. - Yeah?

Well, she says she found a body in your apartment.

The police didn't find one,

didn't find a single drop of blood, so she lied.

No, she didn't lie. She was th--

She was there 'cause she's a--

She-- She can't get in trouble. She's a good person.

She doe-- Like, listen, I'm the one who is a manslaughter.

I'm the-- - Shh!

Emily's going to be fine, okay?

It's just a domestic disturbance.

- Okay. - William, I think we need

to take the win here.

It's gonna really help me out at home with the old lady.

She hates that I never win stuff.

Okay? - Okay.

Just be cool and don't murder anyone else.

- I didn't. - Okay?

Okay.

- Deal? - Deal. Okay.

Oh, there was one other thing--

the cops said they want you to officially identify the body

of some woman down at the morgue.

They think you might know her, okay?

- Yeah. - Done.

Yeah, that's-- that's her.

Uh, can I have a minute with her?

Eleanor...

Oh, William!

Eleanor. Eleanor, I'm so sorry.

Oh, stop it, boy. What are you sorry for?

- For killing you. - I-- You didn't kill me.

I electrocuted myself. - No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

You-- You asked me to help, and I didn't help. And then...

'Cause I was too focused on my own shit.

Oh, I'm the one who tried to be an electrician.

I should have taken your advice and hired one.

But I didn't want to listen.

Blaming anyone else is a waste of time.

Yeah, I guess so.

Nothing happens for a reason. Life is chaos.

Things just happen, and we give them reason.

Nobody has as much time as they think, you know, okay?

Now that I've absolved you,

isn't there something you want to do

with the time you have left?

I want to finish my album.

You mean the album I was trying to help you with,

your little shit?

Go do that. Finish the album.

I don't know if I can finish anything,

and it makes me hate myself, and I'm so scared

if it's not going to be perfect, no one will get it,

and my father was fucking right.

William, use your demons.

Don't let them use you.

Accept their help, William.

Yeah. No, I get it. I get it. I get all that.

But it's just-- it's just-- yeah, and I think--

I think I need a couple of mental health days.

Damn it! There's no time.

Do you think they're never going to figure out

about the other people you've killed?

They were accidents. I didn't kill anybody.

Oh! Okay. I see I'm going to have to help you.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Welcome to part five of my ongoing video series,

Rockin' in the Fifth Dimension.

Listen, what you wear

is just as important as your playing.

Let's start with the scarf--

the scarf's the most important part

of a bass player's wardrobe

'cause it's close to your heart,

And that's where the beat is, baby.

William, I've got something for you in the basement.

Okay.

Holy shit.

Eleanor, you've had this stuff in here the whole time?

- I kept trying to tell you. - I know. Thanks.

Anytime.

Hold on. Do you know what this is?

This is a 1978 Mobius Megatar.

It's the same one Swig Anderson played on the...

- Mythology of Madness Tour. - Mythology of Madness Tour,

motherfucker! - Yeah!

- Oh, you guys!

- Yeah, baby! - You came back!

Never gonna leave you, bro. Never.

Eleanor... I like what you've done with your hair.

It's been a while, Mr. Magic Fingers.

- Ugh. - Still good for one hot lick?

- Mnh.

- What the fuck? - Ahh.

Okay, okay, okay, hey, hey, listen. we got work to do.

- Yeah. - Alright, well,

what instruments does everybody play?

Oh, I could lay down some sick beats for you, bro.

Awesome.

- Bass. - Right.

- And I'll run the board. - Okay.

Uh, Phillip, what do you play?

Well, my preferred instrument is the bassoon.

Ah. Okay, whatever. We'll figure it out later.

I think you got all the stuff you need

to make your album.

I've always had the stuff.

What I needed was the help.

You guys want to make this record with me or what?

- Yeah! - Let's do it!

A little help?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Let's get out of this shithole.

- Fuck, yeah, Willy! - Yeah!

See if I can find the light switch.

- Don't bother. Found it for you.

- Fuck! - William.

Breaking and entering is not what rock and roll is all about.

Yeah, it's a good thing we were just finishing up

our epic all-night jam sesh, or we might have missed you.

Why are you in your underwear?

Wanted to record some tracks naked.

Yeah, we were in the zone. It was part of our process.

- Right, part of the process. - What are you doing here?

- I'm here to finish my album.

- Yeah. Fuck that. - Shit!

Caleb, no! What are you doing?!

It's Caleb Bang Jansen!

You got to say the whole name. Say it again!

Caleb Bang Jansen, what are you doing?!

Put me in the game, Willy.

Word on the street-- this dork is a mass murderer.

I'm saving us.

That's where you're wrong, Caleb Bang Jansen.

I'm not a mass murderer.

I'm a mass manslaughter.

Help!

Shit! Shit!

Ah, ah, ah.

Try me.

- Nice cock.

Let's rock!

Ohh!

Aah!

Ohh!

No, no, no, no!

No! Just fucking kill me!

I fucking hate prog!

Hey, Scott, here's those cords you wanted back, alright?

Alright, boys, it's time to make a hit record.

Okay.

Let's finally finish it.

One, two, three, fou-- ohh!

Ow. Eleanor, what's up with the feedback?

It's not us.

William Brown!

Release the hostages. Come out with your hands up!

- Oh, no! Five-O. - Who called the cops?

Ooh. It's a good question, Willy.

Your only warning!

We still need more time to finish the album.

We got to convince them that I'm dangerous.

What are you talking about, Billy?

You are dangerous.

- Vlad, that's a great idea. - What idea?

- Let's go. - Okay.

Captain, it looks like he's giving us a message.

"I just need a couple hours to finish recording

and mixing the last track on my album.

It's prog, so the post process can be fairly involved.

Do not attempt to enter the building

or I will harm the hostages.

If you don't believe me, see attached."

Man, I was hoping to get through the rest of the week

without seeing another one of these.

Sorry about the hand, Vlad.

Is okay. It's the other hand I use for noodling.

- Gross.

Hey, William, we have someone here

we thought you might want to talk to.

Excuse me. I don't--

Hey, Will.

Shit.

Hey! Just want to let you know,

you come any closer, I'm gonna shoot you.

With a gun. - ♪ G-u-u-un

Emily, what are you doing here?

Um, they made me come negotiate to release the hostages,

Scott and Caleb.

I didn't really want to, but they kind of said that I had to.

Is this, um, supposed to convince me to come out or...?

Hey, tell you what, Alan Parsons.

You know what? Just listen to

what she has to say and turn those effects down, please.

Sorry! Sorry. It was for a bridge.

Sorry. It's just--

I'm just-- We're working really hard

on trying to finish the album is all, you know?

I don't think being rude is gonna help, sir.

I, um-- Well, they want me to tell you that--

that I love you, and I forgive you,

and that if you can just release the hostages,

then everything will be okay,

and you can come out of all of this safely

and live happily ever after or whatever.

But what do you want to say?

What do I want to say?

That I'm mad at you. - Just stick to the script.

Give me this. I'm just--

I'm so mad at you.

I mean, I knew that you had problems.

I do, too, but I just...

I thought we were gonna help each other through them, but...

But you just never were able to get over them.

It was like you didn't even want to.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

I just-- I was just doing that thing

where I just-- I let everybody get in my way,

or I was convinced they were, you know?

And just, like, I would blame you or work or just...

I really thought it was the shithole apartment.

And, um...

I guess, you know, it turns out I'm the shithole apartment.

Yes, you were the shithole apartment, Will.

I put you through so much, and I'm so sorry for all this.

Was just so close...

I was so close to finishing the album.

Almost done for real. And I just-- I don't want

all of this to be for nothing. You know?

You're really close to being done done?

Like, done done, like, almost for real this time.

We're almost done. It's just like,

fuck, it's so close!

Maybe I could remind you how good it used to be,

you know, before, and-- and then that'll

help you to surrender?

Emily, I know how good it used to be.

No, no, Will! Listen to me.

Remember when we bought time at that cabin in Big Bear?

That's a great idea. You know, if I-- if I heard

that story, the Big Bear story, the whole thing,

I declare that I would release the hostages.

Okay. Um, do you remember that we wanted

to just get away for a weekend because we were just

sick of town? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember.

And so we loaded up all of our stuff...

Okay. Depending on how Emily tells the story,

we have 25 to 38 minutes to finish this record.

Oh, God. Is it the Big Bear story?

Yeah.

I'm Caleb Bang Jansen!

In the beginning, there was rock.

And that rock progressed.

But it went into hiding.

...fills the car with board games,

and I was like, "Why are you bringing board games?"

And you're like, "Whatever..."

Now it is finally ready to return.

I present to you "Epitaph for the Fallen Circus."

You said, "Let's just drive up to Big Bear,"

and I was like, "Don't you think that we should look online?"

But you didn't want me to know

that you didn't have a credit card.

Oh, you're shredding on the motherfucker.

And we couldn't even see out of the back mirrors.

And then, all we could see is through the rearview mirrors,

and you're like, "No, no, it's fine.

I have eyes in the back of my head."

But you missed the state trooper that was coming along.

And you missed those two raccoons that you hit, too.

Yeah, and then I was like...

- Can you reach that cocaine? - Trying.

Will you guys shut up? I'm trying to make a hit record.

And then we went to that bar, and you were like,

"I want to get a yard of beer," and I was like,

"Anytime that there is measuring beers in distances,

it's probably not gonna end well for your body, Bill."

"No, I don't want to eat beef jerky for dinner,"

but then, you came in with all different kinds of beef jerky.

I mean, there was...

Yaah!

♪ And the goblin, I smell it

♪ You can try and hide

♪ Slip, slip

♪ But I will find you

William, I don't think we have much time.

...basil and Texas barbecue. And then there was...

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Something's missing. We're missing something.

What are you laughing at?

That you're never gonna finish this album, Willy.

- What the fuck, Vlad? - Motherfucker...

I called the cops. - Why?

Why?

Because there's no hope, Willy.

'Cause you're just like me.

Because you're a fucking loser,

and you're gonna die a fucking loser.

Don't listen to him, man.

- Right here with the loser... - No, he's right.

...with his little band.

And no girlfriend and a dead father

who always thought you were a loser, Willy.

Yes.

You fucked Vlad!

And now Vladdy's gonna fuck you.

So what you gonna do, Brown?

I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place, Vlad.

- Yeah? - I'm gonna ignore you.

You can't finish the album, Willy.

It's not perfect.

Actually, I think that's what's gonna make it great.

What if you fail, Willy?

What if you make your music and nobody gets it, Willy?

The right ones will.

Captain, do you hear that?

I'd recognize that sound anywhere.

That's a Mobius Megatar.

She's stalling. Get her out of there!

Will, they're coming! They're coming!

Watch where you go! Move, move, move, move, move!

Come, fight me, Willy!

Fight me like a man.

Real blood-and-guts shit!

Cops are here! William, you're out of time!

Stop it now!

Now that's what rock 'n' roll is all abou--

Unh!

Hey. That's that guy.

And the award for Album of the Year goes to...

William Brown, "Calamities of Castles."

We're sad that William couldn't be here with us today,

but we're also grateful.

Grateful that you fell in love with his music and his legacy.

Frankly, we're a little surprised at the success

of this album. - But, also, we're thrilled.

And, William, if you're out there

watching somewhere tonight, we share this with you.

Yeah [bleep]

William Brown, your lawyer's here.

- Yeah. - Winning awards.

That's what rock 'n' roll is all about.

Hey.

- How are you? - I'm alright. How are you?

Good. I have some good news.

There's going to be an appeal, which should be a chance

to get your sentence knocked down a little bit.

- Hey. - You know, three consecutive

life sentences just feels like it's a little steep.

Yeah, I don't even know how that works, uh, biologically.

You know, maybe we can get it

down to life without parole?

Yeah, with your one life.

- With my one life, yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, I wanted to tell you, this headphone company

made me these, uh, custom tiny headphones.

Oh, my God.

Are those for your small ear canals?

Yeah, they made them specifically

for my small canals.

They heard me talking about them in an interview,

and they just sent them over.

Before I go, I just...

I just had one quick question.

Yeah. What's up?

How did you do it?

I thought we weren't supposed to talk about the deaths...

No, not that. No, I meant, how did you finish the album?

I listened to it, and it's really, really good.

You know, with everything that was going on,

how'd you do it?

- Yeah!

Well, let's just say I had some help.

That makes you sound crazy.

It does, I know. I'm sorry.

Oh, um, I, um-- I forgot.

I left something for you in your cell.

♪ They say I've lost my mind

♪ My price for getting here

♪ My thoughts are broken plates ♪

♪ I'll fix someday, you'll see

♪ And the thoughts in my head can't connect ♪

♪ No one understanding me

♪ I'll sign a treaty

♪ If it sets me free

♪ All to this

♪ All to that

♪ I swear I saw it

♪ I swear I saw it

♪ A place you can't see

♪ They say it can't be right

♪ Whispered everyone

♪ Man is a monster

♪ Nothing can better him

♪ 'Cause snakes don't have hands ♪

♪ It'll set you free

♪ All to this

♪ All to that

♪ I swear I saw it

♪ I swear I saw it

♪ A place you can't see

♪ It'll set you free

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ It'll set you free

♪ If you believe

♪ It'll set you free

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ It'll set you free

♪ If you believe

♪ It'll set you free

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ It'll set you free

♪ If you believe

♪ It'll set you free

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ It'll set you free

♪ If you believe ♪