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Here, it's loaded.

Get it on.

Right.

Right.

come on...

Okay, please stop it.

Stop it. That's enough.

Stop it.

Whoa!

Hey!

Jackass, over here.

Hold on. Jerry needs these.

The hell with Jerry.

You my helper or his?

Better get your priorities in line...

You're an idiot.

Oh...!

Wait, wait!

Wait, wait!

I know you.

You're Ronnie's mate.

Yeah.

Pete Willis.

Pete, sure.

Joe Elliott.

How's it going?

It sucks.

Yeah, tell me about it.

No, it's me band.

It's splitting up.

Because?

Lost our singer and lead guitar, didn't we?

I play guitar.

Yeah? Are you any good?

Mega.

Hey.

Uh, Rick Savage-- Sav-- bass.

Tommy Cannon, drums.

Joe Elliott, lead guitar.

Well, yeah

maybe.

How about you play some more?

Hey, hey, hey...

That's good.

I got this really cool feedback part...

No, no, no, I mean...

you sing good.

Well, I play guitar.

We like your singing. We need a singer.

I thought we'd never find a good one.

Really?

Because I never fancied myself as a singer.

Well, start.

If you want to be in the band.

In or out, mate?

Up to you.

In!

Abso-frickin

lutely!

So, what do we call ourselves, then?

Atomic Mass.

It's okay, we've been looking for something better.

Check this out.

What's this?

You didn't say you'd got a band already.

I don't.

I've got a band name.

"Deaf Leopard."

That rocks.

Hold on...

Could rock harder.

Yeah.

I'm thinking every night... 7:00 to whenever.

Every night?

Well, yeah.

You want to get good, don't you?

Yeah, well, sure, but...

Why don't we rehearse

two nights and call ourselves a punk band?

No, no, we're not a punk band.

Well, mate, it's a... joke.

And who put you in charge?

Well, they're crap.

Listen, I'd chew me gonads off

to get out of Sheffield, but not like that.

I'd rather be the worst rocker in the world

than the best punk band.

So let's get us a damn guitar player.

Where's this mate of yours, anyway?

He said he'd be here at 3:00.

Well, so far I'm not impressed.

Well, maybe he just got lost or something.

Steve!

Steve!

All right.

You all right, mate?

You're in the freaking band, mate!

Joe...

do you want to talk about this or something?

Oh, yeah... sorry.

Let me talk to my band mates.

All in favor?

Right.

Welcome.

Stop it! Stop it!

What?

It's rubbish.

I am, you are, the whole damn thing.

It's not, Joe.

Look, we've been rehearsing it for nine months, mate.

I mean, maybe it can get better...

So let's make it better!

Tony, you said

you'd be at the pub half an hour ago.

Okay, let's go, come on.

All right, coming, love.

So, she's standing there, right?

Sex on a stick.

Tight jumper, no bra, little hard bumps

like she's been rubbing ice cubes on them.

And I'm thinking...

"Dear Penthouse, never thought this could happen to me." Right!

So, I rock up, and I say...

Let's play, now.

Oh, do you know?

No, us.

We've got to play a gig, we're ready.

No, we're not.

We are, Joe. Yeah, we are, mate.

Well, you said yourself

we could get better.

We won't get better

playing in front of flipping cockroaches.

We should ask Tony how he feels about this.

Tony has to ask his bloody girlfriend how he feels.

If she ever lets him get a word in edgewise.

I don't know about this. Yeah, I do.

Westfield School's looking for a band Saturday night.

It's us, or I'm off.

Where the hell you been?

Whoa...

Can't go into battle without ammunition.

Oh, what?

Turning Krishna on us?

No, just before a show, you know...

Come on...

Be a man.

Show time.

What?

Nothing.

Let's go.

Scared?

Hell, no.

Right, yeah.

Mr. We're Ready.

Mr. I Play A Gig Or I'm...

Yeah, okay, okay.

I'll be all right when I get out there.

Come on, let's go, man.

Whoo!

Did you ever see so many

beautiful girls in one place?

In my dreams.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mum. Hello!

Did you like it?

Oh, my baby played it, of course I liked it.

Rock 'n roll!

Hello, Petey.

Oh!

Sorry, Mum.

I'm so sorry.

You can thank your bloody stars

there weren't any real pros in there.

Yeah, but... Blown you right off the stage, they would've.

But did you see the audience?

I mean, they loved us.

Oh, yeah, how much you make, then?

Cleaned up. Ten quid almost.

Yeah, how about...

You should've paid them.

A lousy eight quid.

Tough way to make an easy living, eh? Yeah.

Playing school dances, eh?

We need to record an EP, get on the radio.

How do you do that, then? Bandit!

Well, I know this guy who knows a guy

who's got a recording studio.

Let us have it. There you go.

All we need is... A little more than eight quid, eh?

A hundred and fifty.

Ooh...

You looked so good up there tonight.

Didn't he, Joe?

Aye, that he did.

Might even get him out of the factory some day.

Well, we've got some savings, Mum.

I could think of worse places to invest it.

Hmm?

About time, there, matey.

Hi, guys.

Come on, let's play.

Well, tell them.

Go on.

Tell us what?

Did you get her in the family way?

Or was it the other way around?

Yeah, like he'd have time

with what you lot make him do.

Hey, I know him. All's it takes is two minutes.

She's right, Joe.

We don't spend enough time together.

I mean, she's...

It's a band, kiddo.

It's a job.

You do the job, or you don't.

Look, I-I know. It's just...

Well, he don't.

Not no more.

Right, sugar?

Listen here, mate.

We're cutting a demo in two weeks.

As someone

once said to me, "in or out... up to you."

All right, then, piss off.

Look, he didn't need you to tell him what...

Just-just stop.

I hope he's better in the sack than he was on the drum kit!

Screw him.

We'll find somebody better in a heartbeat.

You got any bright ideas?

Where?

Hell of a place for an audition.

Yeah, well, Wembley Stadium was booked.

Yeah, and here, you can piss in the pool.

Cheers.

So who do you like?

What, you mean drummers?

No, Cup finals.

Oh. Argentina's going to be tough...

Yes, drummers!

You tell me.

Uh-uh, J-John Bonham.

Brian Downey.

Phil Rudd.

Roger Taylor.

Ah...

Keith Moon!

So how old are you?

15.

So, are you still on the tit

or have you moved on to formula?

Stevie Wonder was 14

when he did "Fingertips, Part Two."

Oh, I'm no way near mature enough for you lot.

All in favor?

We rocked!

Hey, it's Peter Mench, right?

That's right.

You should have tried...

So, did you like the show?

Yeah, it was all right.

Yeah, it was crap, right? Yeah.

Everybody's got an off-night.

You used about three of them. Then you've got

to come to another gig or listen to the EP.

Hey, hey, hey, will you excuse me, J.J.?

Yeah. See you tomorrow.

You got it. All right.

I did listen to your EP, Joe.

That's why I'm here.

I'm putting AC/DC

on tour, all right?

22 gigs, all over England, and I need an opening act.

I'm thinking Def Leppard.

That's good thinking.

Yeah, but you can't do what you did...

No, no, no. We can do better.

I swear.

I think you got it in you.

Who's your manager?

You.

Here we are, lads.

All right, no, no more.

My hand's about to fall off from cramps.

Can I have the band, please?

Tea break's over.

Did you fix your hair, gorgeous?

And Joe...

Get off!

Just stand there and look pretty.

What up with you?

Sav? Sav, Sav, Sav, come on.

Heads up, come on. Right in.

Really friendly there.

And Pete, I'll take you in behind.

Why am I behind?

Don't worry.

You'll be the tallest Leppard in history

I promise. Look.

Up you go.

No. I'm not going on them.

You'll never see it in the shot, will you?

No, 'cause I'm not using it.

No, well, see...

Do I look like some kind of bleeding baby?

Come on, Pete.

Oh, is that what you think?

All you mob.

Well, j-just try it...

Do you want some of me?

Come on, mate!

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Relax.

We got a problem.

What? I'm going to have to take you all down

to the passport office. Why?

Passport office?

Let's see... passports?

You can't tour America without them, boys.

But we got to get 'em first!

RICK: So, I say we grab the best-looking women out there,

get ourselves a limo...

JOE: Hey, no limo.

We start getting all high and mighty, putting on airs...

No, working class heavy metal, that's what we are.

Come on, the record's doing great.

Have you seen any royalties yet, baby brother?

Listen.

That's us they're singing, boys.

You know, the record isn't even out here yet.

Now can we get a limo?!

Hey!

Hey!

Whoo!

Oh, it's so good to see ya!

Oh, you look tired and thin.

I'm as thin as a rock star ought to be

and I'm as tired as a rock star usually is.

Oh, please, Mr. Rock Star, can we have your autograph?

Ah, come on, Mum.

I've had enough of this lot for one century.

Oh, hey, did you forget something there

oh, Drum God?

See you later, mate.

"The utter vacuum

"out of which the band's

"head-banging nonsense emerges

"makes one wonder

"if Def Leppard is really how

they think it's spelled."

All right, stop it.

No. Read another one.

: "Def Leppard, as much as applies

"for United States citizenship

"play 'Hello, America' over and over

"like some fawning Oliver Twist.

"Please, oh, you wonderful colonies

may I have some approval?"

I said that's enough.

No. Read some more.

Screw that.

Read! No! Why?

Because every one I hear

pisses me off more, makes me want

to show them, and if it don't do

the same to you, then you ain't got the balls for this!

What?

MAN: Is this Joe?

Yeah. Why?

Well, maybe this is a bad time?

Yeah, getting that way, mate. Who is this?

This is "Mutt" Lange.

I'm a record producer.

Yeah, yeah, I knew that.

Yeah, I work with like Boomtown Rats, Graham Parker

AC/DC, Savoy Brown, The Outlaws

Ecstasy, Foreigner.

Yeah, listen

Peter Mench sent me some of your material.

Uh-huh?

I know we could do good stuff together, Joe.

I'll be in London next week.

I was wondering if we can get together.

Let me check my schedule.

Course we can get together!

All right, good.

I'll call you when I get in.

Oh, and, uh, hey, Joe, about those reviews

you've been getting over there

I wouldn't pay them much attention.

We're going to straighten them right out. Bye.

How'd he know about us?

Because he's Mutt-friggin'-Lange!

Okay, guys, again.

He sounds like you, Joe.

Are you kidding?

I was a flaming wet nurse compared to this guy.

Easy, he'll hear you.

I hear everything. Again.

Okay, a little sloppy.

Once again.

Sloppy?

Bloody hell.

What about heart? What about soul?

What about technique?

What about giving me all three, okay?

Rick, let me hear

that drum fill again, buddy.

Yeah, Mutt, can you open the intercom there a second?

Yeah, we can hear you.

You, in the back.

Hi, there.

What's your name?

What's your name, love?

Miriam.

Miriam. Could you just wait outside

for like ten minutes?

I'll come get you.

Okay. Okay, thanks.

Hey! Her name's Miriam, Rick.

She's really looking forward to meeting you

and I'll bring her back in, once we get

this fill right. Let's play.

What are you, me mum, then?

Oh, yeah, I'm everybody's mum

till we get this right. Let's play.

JOE: Where you going?

I don't know. Anyplace!

Anyplace?

You know what's out there "anyplace"?

School. You want to try going back there?

Yeah. Or jobs.

Real jobs.

You're a bleeding child.

You never had one, and you're not missing anything.

But this is just...!

This is a dream, son.

Bricklayer?

Cab driver?

Soldier?

Out on the dole, or flippin' 17 years old and a rock star.

Do you really think there's a choice?

Joe?

I want you to go higher right there.

I can't go higher.

Yes, you can.

I can't go higher, all right?

Yes, you can.

Just give it a try once more, please?

Okay. Stop right there.

What?! Wh-what the hell's wrong with it now?

Peace. Hold on one second, okay?

Hold on.

Okay, play back.

H-How'd you do that, then?

I didn't do anything. You did it.

No, you tricked it up.

Listen to me, guys, you've got it, okay?

Now, you don't know where it is

or how to find it

or how to polish it once you do find it

but you got it.

Now, I'm the map.

I can't, you know, create the treasure.

I'm just going to guide you to it.

I can't... Listen, we can make this real easy, okay?

You guys want a gold record?

A lot of people have gold records, man.

They're called one-hit wonders.

I'm trying to build a career for you guys.

We need one big hit single on this record

and then two, three

four, five on the next.

Oh, get real.

Guys, it's your choice.

You can be shooting stars...

or you can be in it for the long haul.

It's up to you.

You can be The Stones.

Or you can be The Knack.

: Either way

you can't tell me this isn't fun.

ALL: It' not fun!

Pete!

Pete!

Get back!

Everybody out!

Now.

You too, Peter. Band only.

Everybody out.

Go on. Go on.

What the bleeding hell

were you doing?

All right. So I boloxed it up.

I thought I'd have a little drink for stage fright.

You don't get stage fright.

Steve gets stage fright. How come you don't

you don't have a go at him? 'Cause I don't walk off stage

in the middle of a show.

Oh, come on, you drink more than me.

Yeah... but he's not half the ass

you are when he does.

Oh? Because he's good-looking and crap?

Shut up, Pete! I've had

just about enough of this. You've had?

This is my band!

No, Pete, it's our band

and it's not just me talking, it's everybody.

Time for the elbow.

You think, I mean...

Maybe.

Maybe what? Maybe on the way home

he gets struck by lightning and sees the error of his ways.

No, it's over.

He's out.

I'm not saying it didn't feel good...

He's been asking for it forever.

There's no argument.

It's just, we need a guitarist...

Where are we going to find a singer?

Where are we going to find a drummer?

Where are we going to find a guitarist?

We found us horse's asses enough, didn't we?

Yeah! Wicked!

I think we've found our man!

Yeah, maybe.

Try being in tune.

Hey, mate, what are you drinking?

All right, listen, it's a look.

Glam?

No offense. I really fancy girls.

Hey, me, too.

But tonight I'm about finding me a guitar player.

All right, well, champagne if you're buying.

Buy a lager, I'm buying, you cheeky bastard.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Two questions.

Shoot.

Are you happy with this band here?

Oh, this band here is going no place fast.

Okay, number two:

Can you learn seventeen songs in three days?

Ooh!

Not on a pint of lager, I can't.

That's my man.

Right, and then behind...

Yeah, yeah.

Smoking, yeah.

What do you think?

Yeah, maybe.

Uh, I had it more like...

Hey!

Did I do something wrong back there?

Forget it.

Was it cause I'm the new guy...

I said, forget it.

All right, fine, I quit.

Suit yourself.

Now, first I'll quit, and then I'll kill meself...

No, no, no.

First I'll quit, and then I'll torture meself

and then I'll do the deed.

That's still not good enough, eh?

All right, first I'm gonna quit...

and then I'm gonna torture me... All right, stop, stop, stop...

It's me's not good enough.

What?

You play like incredible.

Yeah... but what about you?

I could never have your technique.

Oh, technique my ass.

If I could play with the kind of soul you do, with the heart?

Plus, you're always

going about being taller than I am.

You really think we can play together?

Oh, I bet you a million pounds, mate.

I haven't got a million pounds.

Yeah, well, me neither.

If you're right, and we muck up, you'll get squat.

But if I'm right...

I'm coming for me money, mate.

You can bank on it.

Well, "The promise shown

in High and Dry has come

to full realization in Pyromania."

I got a realization for you, daft wanker.

Realize you have no idea right now!

"Pyromania puts Def Leppard to the top echelon

of the heavy metal world!"

: Whoo!

"Put down your pens, children.

We have a winner for album of the year!"

Yes!

That is it!

I am buying meself

the biggest, fastest Corvette Detroit makes.

Maybe I'll have them put me name on it.

You think too small, son.

Wait, where's the owner?

Uh, that's me.

Right. I'm buying your pub, sir!

No!

Go on, go on.

Name your price!

I don't know.

Hey, Steve!

Oops, the price just went up.

Hey, boy.

Smile, life's beautiful...

You've seen the reviews then?

Yeah, they're great.

Read this one.

It says there

the only reason we made a decent album--

half decent, is Mutt.

Don't tell me your dad gave it to you?

What the hell's wrong with him, anyway?

He's always on at you.

He's trying to make me better.

Isn't that what everyone wants, to be better?

Yeah, but...

Like here, this review.

It's just more of what Mutt said all along.

My fingering is sloppy.

It's one stupid review.

Yeah, well, just so you know, I'd understand...

What?

If you want to fire me.

I mean, look, playing the guitar is the only thing

I ever done, you know?

Okay.

If I can't do that...

Three, two, one... dolly.

Where are going on holiday?

It's a music video, Rick. Everyone's doing it.

All this "Change the lights, move the drums

put some more bleeding makeup on him" crap.

Why can't we do it like we did on Heartbreak?

Why don't you just shoot us in concert again?

That was yesterday.

Today's different, it's flashier.

We're not flashy. We are...

Yesterday.

Now you're twisting all me words around.

Oh, come on, son, just...

I'm not your flipping son, okay?

You're always treating me like some sort of kid.

Hey!

Play nice, boys

or there'll be a note going home to your mums.

The terror twins grace us with their presence.

About flaming time...

Can we kick this dog along, then?

Thank you!

See anything you like?

Joe, over here! Joe!

Go, baby! Whoo!

Uh... we're gonna need a bigger rack.

How's this rack?

How about mine?

I'm in hell.

I'm in hell.

Whoo-hoo!

All right...

Let me get this straight.

You're her mom? Yeah.

And you want to do what to me?

Oh, you're writing your name.

Yeah. Well, you misspelled "Rick."

I know!

Now I have to erase it.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey!

"Rock of Ages"

just went gold!

That's three bloody hit singles!

Hey, you, come here...

Where's me money, mate?

What?

My million pounds? I won the bet!

We're screwed, mate.

What, we're screwed?

You heard what Mutt said.

Three bloody hit singles...

No, no, not that, the other.

He wants four, five, six next time.

How we gonna do that?

How we gonna keep topping ourselves?

Same way

we've always done it, mate.

Magic!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, you got any English in you?

Yeah, baby!

Taxi!

Well, that's great.

I'll call you tonight.

All right. Yeah.

And we don't have Mutt now.

First that damn Cars album, now he's got to rest.

So? We rest, too.

He's going to be gone a year.

It's not like we don't deserve it.

All right, so we take a little time.

How little?

Two or three weeks. Two or three weeks?

Do you ever think about going on holiday?

Do you ever think about momentum?

We've got it now. You want to just piss it away?

We've just spent a year in the studio

and sixteen months on the road.

All right, so we relax a while, then we get down to work.

Screw then. I've been playing and playing and playing forever.

Rehearsals, tours, recording.

It don't bloody stop.

Well, it stops now.

I'm young, and I'm rich, and I'm going to enjoy it.

Okay, guys, just hold on.

No, you hold on.

You all think this is some sort

of holy mission or something.

It's not, it's a job.

Any job, you work

and then you get a rest.

Well, I'm taking a rest.

I'll call you when I'm done.

If you don't like it

you play the damn drums yourself.

Hey! Hey, how are you, huh?

I missed you so much!

Look at you!

Oh! Oh my God!

You're back! Yeah.

I'm so happy, you have no idea.

All right, come on, let's go.

Come on.

Not-not yet.

All right, let's go.

Rick?

Oh, God.

Are you all right?

I'm hurt.

I'm an off-duty policeman.

May I be of some assistance?

Please, call an ambulance right away!

I'm a drummer...

A famous drummer...

You're going to be all right.

Come with me. Come on.

I've got you, I've got you.

I want my mum.

Come with me, come with me.

: How are you feeling?

Huh?

JOE: This guy's, like, he's a magician.

He's, like, just sewed the arm right back on.

Hold on.

You need to understand he's a long way from safe.

What's not safe?

Well, his body's been through a tremendous shock

his immune system's down and he's in

critical condition. What does that mean?

We're doing whatever we can, but, uh...

In situations like this

attitude means a lot.

You could keep his spirits up.

Done.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

May I have... Would you like another, ma'am?

Yes, please.

Cheers.

Okay, listen, we can split time

between the studio and the hospital.

The studio?

We all got tracks we can fool with.

We don't even have to go in together anymore.

So we get together when we can

listen to what Rick's already laid down, play with some mixes

see what we can come up with till he gets back.

Ah, wait a minute, guys.

I mean, I don't want to be tactless, but...

that's what a manager's for.

Do you really think he's coming back?

Who knows?

Well, call him up and fire him now.

Right.

Hold on, hold on. We need to think about this.

What if he don't come back?

What if we don't?

Give me a break, guys.

We're not going to do crap with you whining.

You want to back the hell off, mate?

What, you now?

Rick wants to go lay on some beach, you're going to sit here

figuring out how the hell all this was

your fault, too; you want everybody just

to be nice.

And what's your problem?

Right about now, you.

Listen, somebody's got to keep his head

screwed on straight here.

If that's me, well, it ain't like it's the first time.

There's only one way through this nightmare

and that's through it-- so what we're going to do is

we're going to go back in the studio

mix down some tracks

get the boy wonder back on drums

and we are friggin' going to be better than ever, do you get me?

...as the river carves...

T minus 35, all systems...

Lift-off.

Takes an early lead.

This is an important race for this newcomer.

The Promised Land!

: I brought you a present.

Who's...?

Beats the hell out of flowers.

No, just... Steve...

I don't want...

Right, gotcha.

I'll see you, then.

But you said...

Rick.

Her...

Her, Rick.

There, you met him.

Yeah, but I wanted to...

You met him!

What the hell was that?

It was just an idea.

She's a skank.

Thought she might cheer you up. Oh, yeah.

I'll forget all about me arm when I find out I've got crabs.

You've got to roll the dice once in a while.

That's what makes it fun.

Wouldn't recommend it.

Come on, you almost went out a legend.

There's worse.

Hitting that pretty hard lately.

Well, this pal of mine's in hospital, see?

And I'm a little

concerned... Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Don't tell me that.

I'll have to find something else to drink over.

How about it's fun?

It ain't fun, mate.

More like anesthesia.

For what?

You got looks

girls, money.

My dad.

Sorry, mate.

You ought to tell your dad to shut up.

Let him stay the hell in Sheffield...

He's not in Sheffield, Rick.

He's right here

and he don't never shut up.

Hold on, keep rolling.

Here.

Yeah, that sounds good, play it again.

No, it's crap.

It might be the start of something, though.

I said no.

Why the hell not?

May-maybe he's right.

Yeah, and maybe he's wrong.

Okay, back off.

It's good or it's not.

That's what a producer tells you.

So we can't make music without Mutt now?

Without Mutt, without Rick.

So we've got to trust ourselves.

You're looking for the terror twins?

I guess.

Well, that's what they called themselves anyway

just before they...

Over here.

There you go.

Yeah, come on, rocker. Up you go.

Come on.

: I'll take another one.

We're bone dry back here. More ale, wench.

"The terror twins," huh?

You're damn right, and we want music, too...

You didn't ask me nice.

Music...

Bloody well right... pull the car over!

We'll be street-corner serenaders.

You know what, that's brilliant.

I think we should stand on the street...

Traffic troubadours!

And we'll sing and people will give us money

and they'll love us. ...and we'll buy ale!

Listen, listen...

Let's talk about women for a minute, all right?

See? Now we'll get some, mate.

I got a couple of friends...

Listen, I got a couple of friends coming to town

in a few days.

I'd like you to take them for dinner.

American models.

Oh! You said women.

They are women.

American models?

And I'm a female impersonator.

: I would consider it

a tremendous favor.

Fine.

You want a favor, you got to do one for me.

I'd really appreciate it

if you pulled over.

No way.

Oh, mate! Oh, crikey!

Oh, not on my boots, mate...

He asked nice.

It's the infection, Rick.

It's spreading.

So give me a shot or some pills or something.

We've done all that, it hasn't worked.

If we don't move on to something more radical

you're looking at losing a lot more than...

The arm has to be amputated.

You sewed it back on.

We tried.

It was warm, I felt it.

Look, I got it working better

every day.

Doctor...

I'm a drummer.

I know that, but you're also a 21-year-old

young man with his whole life in front of him.

Oh, come on, then.

We should be at the hospital.

Oh, doing what?

It's the night before surgery, he needs rest.

Besides, you promised.

They're American. They're models.

You really want to spend the night with some giggly airheads?

Ordering the most expensive thing on the menu

and heaving it up ten minutes after?

: Yeah, it sounds great to me.

Should be at the hospital.

: Stuff it.

Hi, I'm Lorelei.

Steven Clark.

Hi, Phil Collen.

Hi.

Def Leppard?

Oh, yeah, Valerie mentioned that.

Oh, forgive me, I'm not much of a heavy metal fan.

Anyway, she got hung up

at work, so she's just going to meet us at the restaurant.

Shall we?

Absolutely.

Definitely.

Listen, one thing we should just get out front...

Dinner, I pay my own way, okay?

Sure.

So?

So?

I guess Phil and Val hit it off, eh?

Yeah, I guess we know what they're having for dessert.

Thanks. What's my half?

No, my treat.

No, come on, it's got to be pretty hefty.

Steve, I'm sure you guys make a decent living and all.

But the modeling thing's kind of working out, you know?

S-so, you want to go dancing

or listen to some music, catch a movie?

What's wrong?

Wrong?

Nothing.

Are you having a bad time, then?

No.

I'm having a great time with you.

But I'd be having a better time

if you just told me what's bothering you.

Rick.

It's horrible.

Do you want to talk about it?

No, I mean, I just don't know

what's going to happen to the band.

The band?

Is that what's on your mind?

No, I mean, he's my friend and all.

Oh, but you're more worried about how

you're not going to be some big rock star anymore?

No, that's not it.

I'm worried about what happens if I'm not anything anymore.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just used to a little more ego

in my celebrities.

Go on.

Let's talk about something else.

Let's not.

What?

Look, if you want to talk about the weather

or what my favorite color is or what your sign is,

then I'm not your girl.

There are more important things in life than that.

Do you know...

you're not like I think of models.

You're not like I think of most musicians.

Now, nail this fill.

Okay, double-time.

Keep it up.

Keep it up!

You can.

You can, Rick.

Hi, honey.

How are you?

Sweetie, I've been so worried about you.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

He really is.

There's no reason to anticipate anything but a full recovery.

Full.

Up to seeing some friends, Rick?

They're pretty anxious.

Yeah, sure.

We'll leave.

I know the boys want to see you.

I'll be back, okay?

You all right, mate?

Hell of a way to get a vacation.

Yeah, be careful what you ask for.

Well, it's not so bad, you know.

Absolutely.

No, definitely. No question.

No, really, I've been pretty much

a wanker lately.

No.

Yeah.

Calling it me day job and all

it's pretty bloody great, actually.

Yeah, it's decent pay and no heavy lifting, huh?

Which I'm not exactly qualified for anymore.

The lifting, I mean.

The rest, I think I can pull it off.

What?

Play.

All right, somebody say it, "With one arm?"

Yeah, I was lying

in bed last night running it down.

If I could get some kind of setup

where I could play my left hand part and my left foot parts

with just my left foot, then...

You know, like I'm wasted.

Choo, chunka-a-choo, chunka-a-choo...

I can do it.

STEVE: Sorry, sorry, I should've

stayed the hell out of the pub, mates.

Forget it, you just said

what the rest of us was thinking.

What are we going to do? How are we going to tell him?

We won't need to.

He'll tell us. He's with this band till...

till he's not.

Right, wakey, wakey!

Come on, up and at 'em, you bloody slug.

What the hell...?

Yes, that's right, you tell me.

What?

Why'd you park your car so stupid?

I didn't park it, you bloody moron.

How could I if I lent it to him?

You lent me your car? Last night.

So you could take Lo to the airport.

Well, why'd he take her?

You both took her. You were with him.

I was?

Well...

Hey, this your watch, then?

No.

Bloody hell.

"15,000 pounds."

I bought it.

He remembered me, and he won't take it back.

I guess we better get another hit of that quart, then, eh?

I spent 15,000 quid on a watch?

I'm quitting.

That's not enough.

You got to torture yourself first, you know.

No, mate, I mean I'm going to quit drinking.

Come on.

I bought a watch, okay.

Maybe I can afford it, but what about the car?

What if I wound up like Rick?

I don't ever want to black out like that again.

Look, I'm not sure

a terror twin can go on the wagon, mate.

You know, it sort of takes the "terror" out of it.

Well, maybe it's not such a bad idea for either one of us.

I'm not the one with the watch and the car.

Steve...

Look, you want to turn Mother Teresa on everyone, fine.

Maybe you got a drinking problem. Okay, I don't.

I'm not so sure that's true.

All hail the mighty psychic.

He gets clean and all of a sudden

the rest of us look a whole lot dirtier, is that it?

Or maybe that's the kind of superior crap

you was thinking all along.

Oh, Christ, Steve.

Look, drink, don't drink, quit the band, don't.

It's all the same to me, pal.

It's your problem, not mine!

We're all fixed.

Just a short?

Just the bloody electric chair is what it felt like.

Hey, it's experimental technology.

I've not done a lot of this.

It's open.

Yeah, neither have I, mate.

Oh, hey, hey, look at that.

Whoa! Look at that rig.

Look at that stuff.

How many miles you get to the gallon, there, huh?

Hey, runs on sweat.

It'll take me anywhere I want to go.

Sit.

Come on, come on, come on. All right.

Okay, so I've been playing with this special mix, right?

I had them take the drum tracks out.

So we'll have to...

Anyway, it still works. Have a listen.

Have a listen.

Whoa!

Rick, you all right, mate?

Keith Moon.

What makes you think that abstract thing

on the wall's better than my statuary?

I'm not saying my art collection

is better than his...

Statuary.

But when you move in together

you try to blend things, and it's...

Statuary.

Honey, it's a naked woman

with champagne coming out of her boobs.

It's statuary with sentimental value!

You got it out of a pawn shop in Marseilles.

How the hell would you know what's sentimental value to me?

This is getting scary.

What?

His drinking.

He drinks like the rest of us.

Okay, maybe a little bit more.

But, Christ, I know drunks.

I've lived with one in this band.

Steve is no problem.

Maybe not, but he's got one, a serious one.

Serious? Here's serious.

We've got a band with no drummer. That's serious.

We've got an album due-- overdue--

where we owe almost two million pounds

in studio time already

and we ain't got two million pounds.

That's more than serious.

And you've got an alcoholic guitar player.

I'm not his mum, Lo, all right?

Just loosen up, have a drink.

It's a party, I want to relax.

You can't, Joe. You're talking about his life.

If it's a problem, it's a problem for the band.

What you want to do that for?

'Cause I've got to.

Only thing you got to do is die.

I want to play again. It's not as easy as it was.

What? With two arms?

Have one of mine!

Steve, sit down, mate.

Hell, no. Where's the kitchen?

We'll get a big old kitchen knife and...

Oh!

Jesus!

It's okay.

It's not okay.

Coughing up blood is not okay.

It's the best I've got, mate.

No.

Maybe we can lay in

a temp track or something

see how it sounds then? I guess I was wrong.

Somebody told me you guys were looking

for a producer, but I guess Phil Spector

has it covered here? Mutt! Hey!

What's up, man?

How're you doing, man?

I can't believe it. How are you, man?

Hello, mate.

You're back? You're really back?

Yeah, how's Rick? Yeah, he's getting better.

Yeah?

He can do this. I told him in the hospital.

What? I mean, I thought you said that was just a dream.

Oh, drugs. Listen, I want him back in here

this afternoon, okay?

We have a new target.

What?

Michael Jackson's Thriller.

Oh, get out.

Listen, you guys sold seven million

copies of Pyromania.

It's one of the top albums in history.

It's a good warm-up.

A warm-up?

A warm-up, yeah.

Now we're going to get serious.

What I want us to do is to cut a hard rock Thriller.

I want seven hit singles.

We can't do this without Rick.

I want him back in here.

Plus, he's got to get ready for the gig.

What gig? Oh, nothing, Phil.

You'll barely break a sweat: 50-60 thousand in about a month?

Well, can you handle that? Of course he can handle it.

It'll be like a coming home party.

The fearsome fivesome together again!

I got Lorelei on line two.

Hey, can you put her on speakerphone?

Hi, Lo.

LORELEI: Steve's in the hospital.

He was drinking and passed out.

Joe... they said he could die.

He's okay.

Fantastic.

He is not okay.

You very nearly lost your friend last night.

He's done significant damage to his liver.

It's showing signs of atrophy.

So, what can you do?

Me?

Keep him comfortable, dry him out

and send him on his way.

After that, things will pretty much heal themselves,

or they won't,

depending solely on Mr. Clark's behavior.

Gotcha.

No, I don't think that you do.

My experience with people in your line of work

is you mark it as some badge of accomplishment

how much damage you can do

to your bodies and still survive.

John Bonham, from that group...

Led Zeppelin.

He died with a blood alcohol level of .41.

Mr. Clark's level was .54.

Bloody hell.

If he keeps abusing himself like this,

he's going to die

and I won't be able to stop it.

You can.

Just tell us how.

Well, for starters, you need to get his attention.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Lo, I'm sorry.

I'm not so big on "I told you so's."

Yeah, I should've listened to what you said.

I mean, we should've seen...

You want to apologize, Joe?

Help me help him.

Yeah, I don't know...

I mean, he's stubborn. What if he won't do it?

He doesn't have a choice.

Hello, David.

Okay, so I get it.

I'm an addict, I've got a problem.

Christ, I've been here three flipping weeks,

that's all I've heard.

But do you believe it, mate?

Yeah, sure, why not?

What kind of crap is that?

It's the kind of crap you all want me to say.

We don't want you to say anything

you don't believe, okay?

Fine.

Do you think you're an addict?

Yeah.

Do you think you need to quit drinking?

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know how, but I do.

We'll help you.

We love you.

Well, why the hell should you?

I mean, here I am

dragging you out here to nursemaid me.

Day after bloody day, you sit in those

bleeding confrontation sessions.

I mean, that's got to be fun.

Mate

we come because we want to.

It's more piss down a rat hole.

Every single one of us is behind you, mate.

Yeah?

Then maybe you should've backed a better horse.

He can't do the concert.

The hell he can't.

Joe, he's a mess.

If you do a stadium show

it's like putting a baby in a tidal wave.

No, he's a pro.

Once he hits the stage, he'll be fine.

If he gets there. We'll get him there.

What do you think I ought to wear?

"Wear?" Who let

Princess Di in the band?

It's important.

It's rock 'n roll.

You can wear a flaming diaper for all I care.

Hey, no, he can't.

Why?

Because that's what I'm wearing. Get in.

Now my drummer's worried about bleeding costuming.

That's not what he's worried about.

What are you talking about?

Didn't you just hear what he said?

Yeah, you heard, but you didn't listen.

He's scared he can't do it.

I mean, come on, who ever has?

He thinks he's going to let us down.

Oh, damn.

You know, I've spent

it seems like me whole life backing you playing bass,

and all the time you're out there singing and posing

and winding them up,

do you know what I've been doing?

What?

I've been watching.

You should try it sometime, you'll learn a lot.

Yeah, not bad.

I can play it better, really.

Oh, no, it's fine the way it is.

I can play it better!

Hey, you're damn well right, you can.

You're Rick-bloody-Allen from Def-by-God-Leppard!

You know, I know a million guys

who'd trade places with you.

Hell, they'd give their left arm!

Listen, I know how weird this all is...

Uh, I mean, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for

you know... you didn't have...

Hey, listen

I'd have bounced you in a second.

It was only old Sav here

who was going, "Where're we

gonna find another drummer?"

Rick, he's not here.

Yeah, the bloody idiot's checked himself out.

How the hell should I know?!

Just, just start looking for him.

Where's Lorelei?

Martinique.

Some shoot, couldn't get out of it.

"Couldn't get out of it."

Seems to be a lot of that going around these days.

I'm trying, mate.

In a bleedin' pub?

Did you ever think... like maybe we're cursed?

What? Look at everything that's happened.

I mean, Pete drinks himself out of the band,

you nearly kill yourself

and all this crap with me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

you got something there, mate, yeah.

I remember it now.

One day some old witch crone come out of the forest

and said to us, "You lot, a hex on all of youse.

"You're gonna have fame and money

"and women and people all over the world

"are gonna love you

"and you're gonna get all that

by doing the most bloody fun thing there is."

Bummer.

All right, stupid.

I mean, you could look at it like survival of the fittest.

We'd be Chuck Darwin's favorite band.

You gonna be all right for the concert?

I'm gonna be the readiest one-armed drummer in the world.

You?

Hell, I could live onstage, but...

You want to keep me straight?

Find me a gig to do

24 hours a day, 365 days a year...

I'd be the happiest bloke around.

I am a rock god!

I want to give this to Joe.

Sure, love, hold on.

I am a rock god!

Hey, you've got a little lass over there

that could use a tongue-lashing, what do you say?

Send her over, go on.

All right, then.

Go ahead, love.

This is for you. Hi.

All right. Enjoy the show.

It's so nice to meet you!

Thank you very much. It's so good to meet you.

Thank you, thank you.

I meant to do that.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

we are proud to present from Sheffield,

after a two-year absence,

let's welcome back the one, the only

Def Leppard!

All right!

MAN: Welcome to the freak show.

Poor kid, eh?

Came to a rock concert and ended up at a freak show.

Whoo!

Isn't that redundant?

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Tonight is definitely

the biggest high we've ever had.

The return of the Thunder God.

Whoo!

I'm talking about Rick Allen!

The Thunder God!

Thank you!

We rock!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!