All language subtitles for Sex.and.Drugs.and.Rock.and.Roll.S01E03.UNCENSORED.HDTV.x264-BATV-eng(1)

Wait, what do you
mean, call you every day?

Call you every day to listen
to you bitch and moan

about what I'm doing
with my life,

with my money
that you gave me?

"With no strings attached."

Do you remember
when you said that?

Okay, bye.

Let me guess. Your mom.

I... I really...
I can't take it.

Every... everything she
says to me is, you know,

what I'm doing wrong and...

Okay, can I just
say one thing?

Sure.

She's the person who
raised you alone, and...

Listen to me... very beautiful,
talented, and caring woman,

who I have nothing but respect
and admiration for, okay?

She's not coming here, is she?

Whoa, I have 9,327
followers on Twitter.

Holy shit. How did
you get that many?

You know that picture
I had you show Flash

of me in a hot-pink bikini?

- Yeah.
- I tweeted it.

That's cheating.

Dad, if you had that bikini
and you had this body,

and you looked that
good in that picture,

you wouldn't tweet it out?

You just made such a Mom face.

That's not a Mom face.
That's... what?

If your mom is
making that face,

it's because she
took it from me.

- This is my face.
- Okay.

- That's a Dad face.
- Okay.

What were you playing?

I was playing this new melody

that Flash and I have
been working on.

- Can I hear it?
- Sure.

- Play it for me.
- Okay.

Go ahead. Sing something.

I don't know it.
I can't do it.

- No, whatever comes into your head.
- Okay.

♪ New York, New York ♪

♪ It's a wonderful town ♪

This is very stupid.

No, I like it.

♪ La-da-da ♪

♪ La-da-da-da ♪

- I like it. I think it's great.
- I'm not good at that.

- It was remixed old song lyrics.
- No, it doesn't matter.

This is how Flash and I do it.

One guy has the melody
or the harmony idea,

and we just vocalize whatever
comes into our head.

You can change it later, and
this helps me with you,

because I can get inside
your head and get some input

for when I try to
write in your voice.

So we're gonna
start doing this.

We're gonna start
jamming together.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Get that idea down.

Great.

Okay.

Do you love me, Dad?

Well, I mean, of course I...
You know, I love you.

You're my daughter. Why...
what do you mean?

- Wow.
- What?

Okay, you don't love me.

That's not... I just
said I love you, honey.

No, you stuttered a lot,
and you phumperered,

and you said, "I'm your... you're
my daughter, so, of course."

- I was not...
- That's not...

I took a thoughtful
pause, because...

To think about what?

Because it obviously is a very...
It's a... it's a... you know...

Wow.

It's a question that needs to
be answered... listen to me.

Of course I love you.
You're my daughter.

That's an excuse. That's...
that's...

That's not an excuse.
That's a fact, okay?

Wow, I feel stupid.

Ah... do you love me?

Dad, I moved halfway across the
fucking country to find you.

Of course I love you. I've
loved you my whole life.

I've been in love
with the videos

and the pictures and the
music my entire life.

But, honey, that's
not the same thing.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.

Listen to me, okay?

See, you're in love
with the idea of me.

You're in love with the
idea of coming to New York

and rock and roll
and show business.

- That's not the same thing.
- Dad...

The longer you know me, the
more you're gonna find

things about me
that you dislike.

- That's bullshit.
- That's true.

That's bullshit; just
because you hate yourself

doesn't mean I
have to hate you.

- Okay, I don't hate myself.
- Ava loves you.

Ava's loved you
for a long time.

Why does she still love you
if everyone stops loving you.

- That's different.
- How is it different?

You're looking for something,

and I don't want you
to get your hopes up.

I'm a fucked up guy.

One final time, okay?

Very simple: yes or no.

- Do you love me or not?
- I love you, okay? But...

And I like you,
I like you a lot, okay, and...

- Oh, my God.
- Listen to me, a lot, a lot.

Whatever.

It's complicated. It's
not simple, okay?

- Okay.
- What are you doing?

I'm texting Flash.
I'm getting a drink.

- Holy shit.
- I love you.

I love you. Do you
want me to sing it?

I...

♪ Sex and drugs and
rock and roll ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't want
to die anonymous ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ No, no ♪

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Mm.

Jesus.

Ooh.

Shit.

Ooh!

Ugh!

Wow.

Ugh.

Whew.

That was better than blow.

What's the point
of having a phone?

- What?
- We called you, like, 9 million times.

I... I was working on the song.
I turned my phone off.

What's the problem?

There's a story on
the internet...

Since, like, three
hours ago...

Saying that you died.

- What?
- Yep, choked to death.

And on a chicken bone.

"Died in his own kitchen."

Who broke that story?

Oh, it's all over the place.

Really? Like, where?

Well, there's a
lead story with a photo

on the Slicing Up Eyeballs site,
small mentions on DatPiff,

and then something
called Stiffs.com.

That's it?

Oh, my God. Classic.
Not enough for him.

I'm thinking about the
legacy of the band.

If I die, you know, there
should be a lot of...

Did Rolling Stone
say anything?

Honey, nobody reads
Rolling Stone anymore.

Phil Chevron, when he died
from the Pogues last year,

they have him a color
photo, a big one,

and Peaches Goldof
got her own page,

and she's not even a
goddamn musician.

Well, let's look on
the bright side.

They're both dead,
and you're not.

You're right.

You're right.

I should be thankful.
Let's have a drink.

This early?

I just dropped dead and
came back to life, okay?

I think I deserve a
little party, all right?

What?

Yeah, um, we think you may
want to consider staying dead

for business purposes.

Really?

Sales of Sex & Drugs shot up 400%
on iTunes in the last three hours.

Holy shit. How many
albums did we sell?

But it's gonna grow.

So you just lay low
here for 48 hours,

let it simmer, we
make a little cash,

maybe get the brand
out there again,

then you miraculously survive.

So you guys want me
to pretend I'm dead

so that we can make money
off my supposed corpse.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Okay, you know what, honey?
We don't have to do it.

Yeah, sorry, Dad.
I mean, it's creepy, right?

It's not creepy. It's a plan.

It's creepy. It's
unbelievably creepy.

- Yeah.
- Choking on a chicken bone.

We've got to come up with a much
cooler way for me to die, okay?

Oh, you've got to...
go, go, go.

Get in the bedroom,
in the bedroom.

Go.

Ava, Ava, oh, Ava.

I'm so sorry. It's
gonna be okay.

What's with the hug, asshole?

The hug... I was comforting
a grieving widow.

And the flowers?

This is a grief bouquet.

It's not flowers.

A grief bouquet?

So you didn't choke
on a chicken bone?

No, I didn't choke
on a chicken bone.

You know what I did? I'll
tell you what I did.

I got electrocuted by an amp.

Been done: Les
Harvey, Stone the Crows.

Okay, I died in a
private plane crash.

That's Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Uh... helicopter.

Stevie Ray Vaughan.

All right, so I... I drowned.

- Jeff Buckley.
- Jesus Christ.

All the hippest ways to
die have been taken.

Guys, I'm not overdosing.
That's way too cliché.

What if somebody shot you?

Who would
want to shoot me?

Seriously, guys?

I mean, I know there's a
lot of residual anger

from the old days,

but one of you guys would
actually shoot me?

Think how dope that
story would be.

"Lead guitar player
shoots lead singer"

would make the
Stones and Aerosmith

look like total pussies.

- Suck on that, Oasis.
- So typical.

Why can't the bass player be
the guy who shoots the guy?

I don't know; assassination
sounds really cool.

Such a great name for a
The Assassins.

- Yeah.
- We actually get to shoot him?

No, no, we
fake-assassinate him,

and then he fake-survives
the surgery.

And then we form a real
band called The Assassins.

We will get a spike
on old Heathens albums

from the conspiracy freaks.

Plus, it's a great origins
story for Gigi's new band.

This is something
I can work with.

It's pretty awesome, honey.

- I'm down.
- Yeah, me too.

What, I don't get a vote?

Technically, you're dead.

Listen to me, okay?

We could be making
history here.

This could be even cooler
than Biggie and Tupac.

Your own guitar player
shoots you dead?

No one will ever forget you.

You'd be a rock-and-roll
legend forever.

You know what?

I really do love you.

"My deepest sympathy.

If you need anything,
just call.

Love, Richie."

How you know Richie
Sambora, honey?

Oh, we met in the '80s just
once before I knew you.

Guess I made an
impression, huh?

Guess so.

- Hey, hey, Dad.
- What?

Rolling Stone online
just mentioned you.

Aha. What did they say, honey?

You watch now, baby girl.

You're about to see your dad's
true and lasting legacy, okay?

That's outrageous.

I know; what is that,
like, 1/8 of a page?

"Influential singer
Johnny Rock found dead."

There it is: "influential." Huh?
What did I say?

Hey, look at that: "Daughter
Found Smokin' Hot!"

Wow, it's,
like, everywhere.

Here, click that video link.

Rock never
became famous,

but in New York City's early
'90s music scene and beyond,

he was infamous for his
ability to break up

every single band he started.

The Heathens broke
up the same day

their first record
was released.

The Johnny Rock Show imploded

one week before signing
their record deal

due to a series of violent
vomiting incidents.

The Johnny Rock Affair
did sign a record deal

but never made it
into the studio

after their bass player entered
a medically induced coma.

And as Rock aged, the critically
acclaimed band Skinny Bitch

couldn't survive his inability
to finish a single show.

That's a bunch of bullshit.

It's really sad.

He was a nice guy,
real talented.

He as a bit of a mess, but
we all were back in the day.

You knew Joan Jett?

- Oh, yes, I did.
- She's so badass.

You have no idea.

When did you meet Joan Jett?

When did I meet Joan Jett?

I told you about when
I met Joan Jett.

It was... Ira, what
was that, like...

I'm thirsty. Who's thirsty?

- I want a drink.
- It was, like...

How do you know Joan Jett?

Bam and I... Bam... Bam,
right, remember we, um, we...

It was a benefit, right, Bam?

What was it for, the thing?

I would like a
macaroon right now.

He's hungry.

He's just a little hungry.
That's all.

- Bedroom?
- Oh, yeah.

When did you sleep
with Joan Jett?

Okay, relax, relax, relax.
It was a long time ago.

Uh-huh, before
or after we met?

After we met, yeah.

Okay, okay, you kicked me out,

and there was a benefit for The Diabetics.
Remember that band?

We were gonna get the
drummer some new feet.

Joan was there.
Everybody was drunk.

And it was just sex.

Just sex with Joan
fucking Jett.

- Honey, honey, listen to me.
- How was it, John?

Honey, you don't want to know.

- How was it, John?
- It was great.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure it was.
- She said it was great.

She's into girls. Did you even ask if
she would be willing to do a three-way?

No.

Oh, you selfish
son of a bitch.

You never told me you were
friends with Richie Sambora.

Because I'm not friends
with Richie Sambora.

I just... met him in the...

Oh, my God.

You fucked Richie Sambora.

Oh, no... okay, but
this was before...

This was before I knew you.

I don't give a shit, honey.
They were a hair band.

Oh, no, they were the
hair band, John, okay?

It was the '80s.

Fringe leather
jackets were hot.

He had fringe leather pants.

We wore the same eyeliner
and the same brand

of leopard-print thongs.

- Ew.
- Oh, ew.

Who else do I not know about?
Go ahead. Who else?

- Bon Jovi.
- Jon Bon Jovi?

What, did you sleep with
the whole friggin' band?

No, I didn't sleep with
the whole freakin' band?

The bass player
was an asshole.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Gigi went up to the roof.

You might want to
go talk to her.

She's taking the
news pretty hard.

It's got to be hard even to
pretend like your dad's dying.

Yeah, no, it's not that.
She's anxious.

I booked her and the
band at the Glasslands

for a special four-song
set tomorrow night.

Oh, like, a memorial
tribute thing to me?

It's a tribute to
her Twitter feed

and my relationship to the
guys at Bowery Presents.

Oh, okay.

But there is gonna be, like, a
memorial tribute thing to me...

Go talk to your daughter.

Okay.

Awesome.

Great.

Hey, you don't want
to do the show?

No, I want to do the gig,

but when Ira mentioned
it, I freaked.

Okay, freaky is normal.

No, I... I don't know.

I just feel like I don't know the songs.
I feel like I can't do it.

I feel like I don't want to freak out in
front of everybody and freeze on stage,

and I think Mom was right. I think
I never should have done it.

I shouldn't have come here.
I can't do it, Dad.

- Okay, come here.
- No, Dad, no.

Shh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Chill out. Relax, okay?

This is completely normal.

This is what you're gonna do.

Tonight go over
the songs again.

You'll go to soundcheck
tomorrow with the band,

like, an hour early;
you'll settle in.

You're gonna be fine.

Did you ever get nervous
before big gigs?

Yeah, you have to get...
If you don't get nervous,

that's when you should
start worrying,

because it's part of the...

Butterflies is
part of the thing.

But you never went on stage
and freaked out and froze?

Nah, I loved every
minute of it.

But then I don't understand.

How did you destroy every
band that you were ever in?

I didn't destroy the bands.
I dug the bands.

The bands were... You
know, they broke up.

Yeah, well, Mom told me you
had a fear of success.

Why would I have a
fear of success?

I don't know, because
you're afraid of change.

Yeah, how about your mom? She was the one...
She had the fear of success.

She had to move to Ohio
to get away from it.

Yeah, she moved to Ohio,
which was a giant change.

Did you ever hear the story
of Jonah and the Whale?

Yeah, I think I saw it.

That was that pretentious
indie flick with Jeff Daniels

as the asshole
dad in Brooklyn?

No, it's from the Bible.

It's... okay, basically,

God tells Jonah that he has to
go warn this city of sinners.

I don't... I forget the name.
Let's just say it's Brooklyn.

- Because he's gonna smite them.
- Okay. Smite them?

But Jonah doesn't
want to do it.

So he jumps into a boat
to escape his fate,

and the whale eats him, and he
gets trapped in the whale's belly.

So then he besieges
God to come save him,

so God has the whale puke
him up onto the shore,

and Jonah goes
to Williamsburg,

and he tells everyone to stop
acting like hipster jerk-offs,

and he becomes a big
hero; he saves the day.

God lets them all live,
and that's what it was.

He was afraid of change.
He was afraid of his destiny.

This is a thing. This is, like,
a true, psychological thing.

It's called a Jonah Complex. I can't
believe you haven't heard of this.

Shit. I wonder
if I was afraid.

Dad, listen to me.

I am your whale, okay?

I am your second chance.

I am... I am spitting you
back up onto the shore.

You are?

'Cause now we actually
sound like we're in

the shitty Jeff Daniels movie.

Ugh.

God, I hope I don't
inherit your complex.

What, the... the fear thing?

Why would you inherit that?

Well, because I got Mom's
hair and your eyes.

I got Mom's tits and your ass.

You know what? There's something
else you got from your mom.

- What?
- Balls.

Big, brass, lady balls.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

That's why I know
you can do this.

Okay.

What's that? It's
probably Ava.

Oh, it is.

Oh, wow.

Greg Dulli sent
her some flowers.

- What?
- Yeah.

Asshole. God damn it. Come on.

They're bigger than
the last ones.

- I got this
- I like it too.

- Hey.
- How's she doing?

Good. What are you doing here?

I couldn't not come
down and support her.

- Oh, she'll do fine.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- How you doing?

- I'm all right.
- Yeah?

Come here. You're
gonna crush it.

Johnny.

You're gonna be great.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

You're Johnny Rock's
daughter, aren't you?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm Gigi.

Yeah, well, you know,

the whole music scene
is talking about you,

and I had to come
down for myself

and see what all
this noise is about.

So have a good time,
but I need to say,

I'm really sorry to
hear about your dad.

Oh, that's very sweet.

Oh... no, no. Joan,
hey, it's me.

Me who?

It's me. It's Johnny,
Johnny Rock.

So you're not dead?

Oh, he is on the inside.

No, it was a hoax.

Oh, you must be Ava.

Yeah. Hey, Joan, yeah.

It's cool. She...
she knows about us.

- Yeah.
- She knows what?

Well, that you two
slept together.

You told them that?

- Well, yeah, of course.
- Yeah.

Well, that's all we did
was sleep together.

What do you mean?

We went to my place, and
we were really wasted,

and you were really drunk,
and we got into bed,

and you couldn't really,
you know, perform,

then you fell asleep.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You said it was great.

Yeah, that was the next
day, when you asked me.

I needed to get you
out of there, man.

All set, guys.

- Come on.
- Let's do this, Gigi.

That was a gift.

Nice to meet you, Miss Jett.

Nice to meet you too.

I'll see you in a second.

Gigi, Gigi, yeah.

- Gigi.
- Yeah.

This is your first
big gig, right?

Yes.

You nervous?

Well, listen, just remember,
all the guys out there,

they want to fuck you,

and all the girls out
there, they want to be you,

so just relax, have
fun, do your music,

and seduce them all,
and you got it.

Well, that's a funner
way to think about it.

It was really
nice meeting you.

- Good meeting you too.
- Good luck, sweetheart.

- Kick some ass, girl.
- All right.

- Hey, Ava.
- Hi.

Nice jacket. Nice boots.

Thanks, Joan.

See ya.

Yeah, I'm gonna spend the
rest of my life with Joan.

Hmm.

Joan has Alzheimer's.

I just tweeted that the
shooting was a hoax.

864 retweets.

You are gonna be
bigger than ever.

Now, I'm opening a
Twitter account for you:

@gigisdad, @gigisdad.

You just send it out,
people like you, and...

Did you set this
whole thing up?

Well, I figured your
career was already dead.

Why not you?

And I knew someone
would pick up on Gigi,

maybe hear her demo.

Voila, man, voila.

Yeah, come on.

Hi.

Thanks for coming, everybody.

I just recently got
to know my dad.

But he was the entire
reason I moved to New York.

And I think it
kind of paid off.

Anyway, he... he wrote
this song for me about us,

so I hope you like it.

♪ Love me ♪

♪ Or leave it be ♪

♪ Oh, hold me close ♪

♪ Or let it go ♪

♪ To die or try ♪

♪ To disappear ♪

♪ New York, New York ♪

♪ It's a wonderful town ♪

♪ Oh, The Bronx is up ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ But I'm falling down ♪

♪ Well, you ♪

♪ You go racing around ♪

♪ I'm not another wish ♪

♪ On some hot summer night ♪

♪ It all comes down to this ♪

♪ I'm hiding in plain sight ♪

♪ So thrill me ♪

♪ Or kill it all ♪

♪ Oh, you give me
everything I need ♪

♪ Ooh, or nothing at all ♪

♪ I'm not another lie ♪

♪ Hoping to be true ♪

♪ My body
and my blood ♪

♪ They both arise from you ♪

♪ Slow, steady ♪

♪ Get ready to rock
and roll all night ♪

This girl is gonna be huge.

♪ Here now ♪

♪ Forever somehow ♪

♪ This angry heart ♪

♪ Yeah, this angry heart ♪

Gigi.

Gigi.

One, two, three...

Gigi, Gigi, Gigi.

♪ Anything you
wish for I will find ♪

♪ Anything you want,
whatever's on your mind ♪

♪ It will stick out
in a treasure ♪

♪ To satisfy your
pleasure, baby ♪

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