All language subtitles for Shakey.Grounds.2025.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-LAMA

["Horsebuck!" By Aboriginal]

♪ Here we go! ♪

♪ In a world filled
with confusion that's moving ♪

♪ At alarming speeds ♪

♪ Wake up out of illusion,
you're a human ♪

♪ Still able to
starve and bleed ♪

I'm here.

- [Travis] Finally.
- Finally.

Really, Travis?

[sniffles]

Are you drunk?

Yeah. Like half.

Oh, shit.

Nice of you to join us, Clint.

- You got your whiskey?
- Check.

Yeah? Got your weed?

Check.

Good, because you
forgot your bass!

Fuck. Sorry, Mel.

- Idiot.
- What?

You heard me.

Are you all drunk?

We had some drinks
while we were waiting for you.

- Just relax, Mom.
- Ah.

I'm sorry, I had
to close the shop

while I got the instruments
you guys forgot.

Come on, guys.
Take this fucking seriously!

Hey.

Hey.

We're The Cuticles.

Nah, dude. Right now,

you're just two
drunks and a drummer.

Well, this is rock
and roll, Mel.

So chill.

- [door creaks open]
- [muffled music playing]

For the record, I
am a little drunk.

Great, that's
fucking great, Darby.

So you should know that.

[rock music playing]

[woman] Woo! Yeah!

Hell yeah!

[indistinct whispering]

Fuck yeah.

[Travis] One sec.

[electric guitar feedback]

What up, Rogers?

Okay. We're The Cuticles.

- [microphone feedback]
- [audience whistling, cheering]

From Bentonville, Arkansas.

[audience member]
Whatever, dude.

- [microphone feedback]
- You're fucking cool, man.

Fuck you.

Let's hit it!

One, two, three, four!

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

Fuck off.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ What you wanna say?
What you wanna do? ♪

♪ What you wanna play?
Who you wanna screw? ♪

♪ You know to say,
it's coming true, huh? ♪

♪ No one ever learned shit
following the fools ♪

- Are you good?
- Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah.

[microphone feedback]

Come on.

[music continues]

[retching]

You don't make my
life any easier.

You know that, right?

Yeah, well I was literally
just trying to put on a show.

Job well done, if you ask me.

Whatever, yeah.

Number nine.

Thanks.

Ooh. I'm done.

Put a little more
sauce on the sandwich.

Huh?

Okay.

- Perfect.
- How's that?

All right, babe.

Fuckin' shit, yo. What the fuck.

[ship horn honks]

[street din]

[energetic music playing]

[Brad] What's up,
hotshot? Mind if I join?

- Do I have a choice?
- No.

- Cheers.
- [glasses clink]

You know it is bad luck to toast

without making eye
contact, right?

You're right.

To Johnny Boy.

To Johnny Boy.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey, it's nice to se...

- What's up, bro? You good?
- Yeah.

Ready to do this?

I saw you cracked
your first Billboard 200.

- You must be so proud.
- Mm-hmm.

[Nick chuckles] Not bad.

- Not bad at all.
- Mm.

We're going live
in three, two, one.

Welcome to the biggest show
in the country.

I'm your host, DJ EFN.

And today's guest,
you've seen him on your socials.

You heard him on the radio.

He's got the biggest
song in the country.

Johnny Boy, what's up, man?

- What's going on?
- Cool, man.

Gotta admit,
your boy looks good out there.

Number one on the charts
will do that to you.

Let me know when the label lets
you into the pop department.

I'll show you a few things.

So, Johnny, this hit you got,
"Play Your Love,"

five million streams in a week.

A national tour coming up.
How you feeling?

Hey, I'm gonna give you
a exclusive right now.

- Okay, talk to me.
- That tour ain't happening.

The tour's not happening.

- I won't be doing it.
- All right, okay, okay.

All right, well,
let's... let's get into

the thought process
of... of writing the record.

[chuckling] I didn't
write that, man.

Did he just say what
I think he said?

They told you I wrote it?

- What'd he just say?
- Holy shit.

Now this just got interesting.

[sighs]

I gotta be honest with you, bro.

I never wanted any of this.

Uh...

The label found me
on social media.

- Said I had a good look.
- [DJ EFN] Mm-hmm.

I can't sing.

[Brad snickering]

Uh, it's okay, uh...
just, buddy, stop this, stop it.

It's fine, just can you stop?
Press the button.

Made some bread. Made money.

Yeah, but

all money ain't good, man.

[Nick] Turn everything...
just turn all the buttons off.

Pull the cord out
if you have to.

Nick, you've got an
uncanny ability, bro.

Stop the interview.
Somebody do something.

- For fucking shit up.
- This was all a prank.

Had my boy sing a song.

Threw it up on my socials.

And it was going crazy.

Fuck.

So, that's really
what I came here for.

Let everybody know that...

Can't sing.

Don't rap.

I don't want to do this anymore.

[muffled murmuring]

Take care of yourself, Nick.

Fuck me.

35 years in the music industry.

I have never seen
such a shit show.

We'll figure out
a way to fix this.

Fix it?

The whole world just
witnessed a consummate breakdown

in the music industry
and you want to fix it?

If you got a way to zap
every teenager's phone

in the fucking country,
then maybe we can fix it.

- Otherwise, we're screwed, pal.
- Trust me.

I'll figure this out.

- You'll figure this out?
- Yes.

- You're fired, Nick.
- What?

Did I stutter?

- You're joking, right?
- No.

Lou, you told me to scour
the earth for the next Bieber

and I did exactly what
you told me to do.

You and I both know
you would have done

the exact same thing
looking at his numbers.

The only difference between us
is I wouldn't have got caught.

You got caught. Big difference.

Sit the fuck down.

Sit the fuck down.

[Lou exhales sharply]
Man, you know what?

Being an A&R guy
is not that hard.

Pop your phone, go
to social media,

and boom, there you are.

Metrics are there,
views in real-time,

song samples at the ready.

I mean, I don't even know
why I have an A&R department.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Tax write-offs.

You guys are good
for a tax write-off.

You know what? Julie!

Yes, Lou?

Get security to escort Nick out.

No, it's okay, Julie.
I know where I'm going.

- You leave your parking pass.
- [Nick] Fuck off, Lou.

[Lou] Did he say "fuck off?"

Um, I think so.

[Lou shouting] Fuck you!

- I need some tea.
- I'm on it.

[hand break creaks]

Travis here?

Yeah, don't fucking get up.

Yo, what the fuck?
Don't wake him up, bro.

- Oh my God.
- Hey!

- [Mel sighs]
- What the fuck?

Mel?

- What the hell, dude?
- [Mel] We need to talk.

[Travis sighs] Later.

- Now! Get up!
- [Travis groans in pain]

Okay!

- Yo! What time is it anyway?
- [Mel] Jesus Christ, Travis.

Dude, I've been texting you.
You don't check your phone?

My phone's probably dead, man.

- Give me a fucking break.
- I've gotta piss.

[Travis groans]

Nice.

You know, you guys
missed sound check again.

I'm barely hanging on to your
residency at the Shire as is.

- [urine splashing]
- [Travis grunts]

[Mel sighs]

[Travis] Yeah, well, the sound
sucks in that place anyway.

Maybe if you made sound check,
it wouldn't.

[Travis] Whatever.

[toilet flushing]

- Yo. Too much.
- Unbelievable.

Okay, so you'd just rather spend
all of your time drinking.

Well, this OJ is kind of fire.

You know what? Fine.

Travis, drink your
fucking life away,

but when you end up like Steven,

do not expect me
to show up at your funeral.

[Layne] Can you guys take
that shit someplace else?

[both] Shut the fuck up, Layne.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

[Nick blowing raspberries]

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

[Jimmy] Of all the
dive bars in the world.

Jimmy!

What are you doing
downtown, man?

You don't remember texting me?

- Did I?
- Yeah.

Oh, man. I'm sorry, bro.

I'm... I'm trying to make this
day as forgettable as possible.

Uh, I don't blame you, man.

Yo, you remember
that conversation

we had a while back?

Well, I'm ready to
come back to National.

It'll be just like old times,
man, we can crush it.

Yeah. Hey, can you get my friend
a glass of water, please?

- What do you think?
- Nick, I can't, man.

- Come on, Feldman.
- No, I can't, man.

National's not gonna
touch you right now.

Honestly, no label's
gonna touch you.

Hey, man, you know
it's not personal, right?

You know I got nothing
but love for you.

But in all fairness,
I tried to warn you

before going over
to the Lou, man.

I told you that dude's a killer.

But you know what,
man? I get it.

Maybe you needed to... to spread
your wings or something.

Well, I'm done.
I'm finished, man.

I don't wanna... Well, I

I mean, you thought about
taking a vacation?

Now, why don't you
take some time off?

Where the fuck
am I gonna go right now?

[sighs]

I can't believe I'm
about to say this.

Um...

Look, man, I

I just bought some property
up in Arkansas, man.

It's gonna be a while
before I get up there.

It's bare.

Why don't you head
up there, man?

Did you say Arkansas?

You, uh, you got
somewhere better?

Yes, it's Arkansas.
What's wrong with Arkansas?

Why would I go
there? What the...

That's like the fucking
edge of the world, dude.

Yeah, well, hey, if I were you

the edge of the world seems like
the safest place right now.

So here, man, take this. [Sighs]

Come on, let's get yourself
together, man.

[Nick exhales sharply]

[door latch clicking]

Wow. This is unexpected.

[somber music playing]

Are you gonna come in or
are you just gonna stand there?

Lisa. Say hi to
your Uncle Travis.

- Lisa!
- What?

Say hi, damn it.

[Travis] What up?

Lisa, really?

[door shuts closed]

[Carrie sighs deeply] Teenagers.

Yeah, it's all good.

[Carrie laughs sarcastically]
She's driving me nuts.

[Carrie grunts] So...

Why are you here?

I guess Mom and Dad's
wasn't available?

Yo, look at Steven.

He was a G.

Yeah.

It would have meant a lot to us,
especially Lisa,

to have you at the funeral.

Look.

You wanna crash
on my couch again?

Fine. No problem.

But the fact remains,
whether she admits it or not,

my daughter looks up to you.

So, do us both a favor.

Get your shit together.

[plane engine whooshing]

["Solid Ground" by Assaf Ayalon]

[music stops]

[street din]

[Nick sighs softly]

[suitcase wheels rattling]

[Nick exhales sharply]

You are not wearing
that to school.

Go change. Take off that makeup.

[Lisa] You suck.

Good morning, sunshine.

Do you have coffee?

No. Go get some coffee from Mel.

Mel doesn't wanna
see me right now.

Maybe you should try
kissing her ass sometime.

And while you're out,
will you stop by a thrift store

and pick up a VHS for Lisa?

What? A VHS?

Yes, Lisa has some school
project and she needs one.

Okay, well, why
don't you get it?

Because I'm busy, Travis.

And if you're gonna be
sleeping on my couch,

the least you can do
is help out around here.

Word. I need money.

You got 10 bucks?

[sighs deeply]

I have five, and
I expect change.

That jacket's fire.

Lisa, let's go.

[Lisa] I'm changing!

[Tank] This movie blows, man.
It makes no sense.

Mannequin. What are
you talking about?

This movie makes perfect sense.

A dude falling in
love with a mannequin?

Yeah, that's totally believable.

It's about as
believable as a dude

falling in love
with a blow-up doll.

Mannequin, blow-up doll?

Shit, bro, give me
a cardboard cutout

of Kim Cattrall and I'm in.

You do know she's
almost 70, right?

- I'd still hit.
- Gross.

Can I help you with anything?

No, I'm straight, just...

- Yo, Pretty in Pink.
- It's a dope movie.

And you know that we're having
a two-for-one sale today, right?

- Okay.
- Do you want

- any other recommendations?
- Yeah.

What are you into, man?
Like, Kyle's got great taste.

Oh, have you ever seen
Hunt for Red October?

- Jesus Christ.
- Yo, we're filmmakers,

so, like, we do know movies.

Word, whatever, bro.

- Yo, quick question.
- What?

Can you rate Kim Cattrall
on a scale from one to ten?

- Who?
- Kim Cattrall, like, Mannequin.

Yeah, -Sex and the City.

Y'all are trippin'.

Total Miranda.

He was nice.

[relaxing background
music playing]

[door bell ringing]

[Nick] Excuse me.

- What can I get you?
- Let's see.

I'll have an espresso with the

Indonesian Kopi Luwak bean.

- Nice choice.
- Thanks.

I know a few things
about coffee.

So, let me guess. L.A.?

No, no, no. No, scratch that.

Definitely New York.

Or, better yet, L.A.
by way of New York.

How can you tell?

Ironed clothes, accent.

Dickhead demeanor.

Shit. It's not bad.

- I'm Nick.
- My friends call me Mel.

So, what do you do
for a living, Nick?

Oh, work in the music industry.

- No shit.
- Yeah.

Just taking a break right now.

A&R.

- It's, uh...
- No, yeah, I know what A&R is.

Hey, uh, you should...
you should check this band out.

They're playing at
The Shire tonight.

- The Cuticles?
- Don't ask,

but they're really, really good.

What, are you,
like their manager?

No, no, I'm a stripper

and they're my best clients.

Huh?

- Hey, guys.
- Yo.

You're in a good
mood. [Carrie scoffs]

Hey, um...

You know what I was thinking?

No.

Are you still doing those
weekly gigs at The Shire?

The Shire?

[rock music playing
over headphones]

Been a long time
since I've seen you play.

What, are you, like...

Trying to come to
a gig or something?

Yeah. Why not?

I mean...

Sure, whatever.

Keep your tits in
your shirt, though.

Shut up! [Laughing]

Gravity hasn't hit them yet.

- [Carrie sighs]
- Oh, my God.

What? You think your mom
doesn't know how to party?

You're O.D., yo.

She's back!

- [Lisa] No.
- No, we don't want her back.

Shut up.

[muffled music playing]

[people cheering]

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[woman] I want a beer.

Excuse me.

You good?

All right. Hey, hey, Shire!

Let's fucking tear
this shit up, yo!

[audience cheering]

[audience members]
Come on! Yeah!

♪

[audience cheering]

[Carrie screams]

That's my brother.

[cheering]

♪ Back against the wall ♪

♪ Gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'll hold me down,
new pills in my mouth ♪

♪ We've been up and down ♪

♪ Since you came around ♪

♪ Movin' on my crown ♪

♪ Since you heard me out ♪

♪ It ain't just coincidence ♪

♪ I won't give in ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't
get too surprised ♪

♪ When them dogs
come back to bite ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Hungry dogs ain't loyal ♪

♪ Let's keep them on a leash ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Hungry dogs ain't loyal ♪

♪ They bite the
hand that feeds ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Ever since you called,
I can't sleep at all ♪

♪ Every plan you got
sells tickets to my fall ♪

♪ They've seen it all,
still you stick around ♪

♪ Seem to be involved
every time I howl ♪

♪ It ain't just coincidence ♪

♪ I can't give in ♪

♪ 'Cause can't get
too surprised ♪

♪ When them dogs
come back to bite ♪

♪ They just hungry... ♪

[audience cheering]

♪ ...dogs ♪

♪ So let's keep
them on a leash ♪

♪ Yeah, they just hungry dogs ♪

♪ Hungry dogs ain't loyal ♪

♪ They bite the
hand that feeds ♪

♪ They just hungry dogs ♪

♪

[screams] Mel! How are you?

He's killing it.

I know. What's good?
Are you having fun?

Are kidding me? I
love this place.

You can throw teenagers around,

and it's perfectly acceptable.

[cheering]

Okay.

Yeah, it was, like,
the best night of my life.

That was... I mean,
it... It was fantastic.

- It was all right, yo.
- Can you please stop that?

- Chill, goddamn.
- You're incredible.

Um, it was okay, it was okay.

- It was okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, needed some whiskey,
to be honest.

I don't know,
I thought it sounded amazing.

- [Carrie chuckles]
- Whatever.

Ugh, can you stop trying to be
the cool guy all the time?

Wait, I'm sorry. Did
I detect a smile?

- Nope.
- Oh, that's right, I forgot.

Rock stars don't smile.

No, we don't.

Ugh, you're so lame.

- Shut up.
- Come on.

- I wanna smoke.
- Not happening.

- It's happening.
- Nope. [Carrie laughs]

[doorbell ringing]

Hey, Nick Stone, A&R.

[doorbell ringing]

Nick, Nick, wait!

- Hey! - Your friend is an
asshole, Mel.

- They'll do it.
- Yeah, well after that convo,

I'm not sure I want to.

Just let me handle Travis, okay?

I don't know.

Come on, look, he needs this,
he just doesn't see it yet.

You know rock stars,
it's early, he's hungover.

Oh, so noon is
too early for him?

No.

Would've told you to fuck off
regardless of the time.

Look, just...
just give him a chance, please?

- Fine.
- Thank you.

Oh, can you do me a favor?

- Favor?
- Yeah, ditch the suit.

What? The suit, lose it.

- Better?
- No. [Mel chuckles]

Meet me tomorrow, 29th and D,

12:00 on the dot.

- Wait, where?
- You'll find me.

What the fuck is up
with these people?

♪ Where we gonna be in
a couple of years ♪

♪ Face just wasting
in a bottle of beer ♪

[muffled music playing
over headphones]

What are you listening to?

Word.

[Nick exhales sharply]

- You ready?
- For what?

To trade New York for Arkansas.

Here?

[soft music playing]

- This one is...
- Mm.

Damn.

Where'd you say you work again?

Pacific Records.

Oh, look at you, Mr. Big Shot.

Yeah, something like that.

This smells like weed.

It's a thrift store, dude.
Everything smells like weed.

Come on, hurry up.

- [Nick sighs]
- Not bad.

It's missing something, though.

Here, put this on. Follow me.

[Nick] I look ridiculous.

I... I would never
wear this any...

- Shut up.
- This doesn't even fit.

Oh, yeah.

Doc Martens.

- God, seriously?
- Put them on.

God.

- Man, these are...
- Fucking epic?

- Yeah.
- Hold on. Just...

I... I need a second.

It's way too tight.

[Nick sighs] Oh, man.

So, what's your story?

What, like, how
did I get out here

slinging coffee and
managing a band?

I guess that's where
I was going, yeah.

Coffee shop was my dad's.

To him, coffee
wasn't just a drink.

It was art.

- How'd he get the name?
- Shakey Grounds?

Ah, he always used to say

that no matter
how stable your life may seem

we are all just living
on shaky grounds.

You know that the name
is spelled wrong, right?

- [both chuckling]
- There's no "E" in shaky.

Yeah. Sign came that way.

I mean, he didn't
care, you know.

To him, the magic
was in the beans, not the sign.

That was my dad.

God, I used to love
going in to work with him.

You know, that's actually
how I met Travis.

I still remember that
little shit coming in,

all covered in dirt
with his toy guitar.

You know, he actually
taught me how to play.

- You can play?
- Yeah.

- Huh.
- I'm all right. [Nick chuckles]

Used to be in the high school
version of The Cuticles,

but, uh, life happens, you know.

- Yeah.
- My dad died.

Now I'm running a coffee shop,

and I'm the closest thing
to a manager Travis has.

And a girlfriend.

What, me and Travis? [Scoffs]

That'd never work.

[guitar music playing]

[Lisa] Shit.

[groans]

[sighing]

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

- [door clicks open]
- I'll give you one guess.

What do you want?

Can I come in?

Are you a vampire?

I guess it depends
on the night that I had.

Yo, your mom
never told me you played guitar.

We live by a don't ask,
don't tell policy in this house.

Can I sit?

Thank you.

Well, you sounded

pretty good.

Cut the shit. I suck.

I'm just saying. Yo,
let me see that thing.

Sure.

[Travis grunts]

What are you doing?

- Using your pick.
- That's my lucky pick.

- Don't use that.
- Oh, okay. I won't. [Laughs]

[guitar music playing]

Yeah, it was just a
little bit out of tune,

but should be good now.

Sick.

- Not bad.
- Yeah, whatever. I'm all right.

- It's a badass guitar, though.
- Thanks.

[bell dinging]

- Well, well, well. There he is.
- [Nick sighs]

- How do I look?
- [laughs] You look great.

I don't know. I just feel funny.
Like, I wouldn't wear this.

- Stop it. They're out back.
- Okay. All of them?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- I'll be right back.
- [bell dinging]

I know.

- Really? More?
- Yeah, you try it.

You're gonna keep
going with that shit?

- You try beating this, bro.
- Goddamn, dude.

- 'Cause this shit's impossible.
- [Clint chuckles]

Spend too much
time on that thing.

All right, guys.
Ready to get started?

- Yo. Oh, my God, dude.
- Look at this. Look at this.

That's so typical.

- Typical? What do you mean?
- Yes, man. This

little starter kit fit thing
you're wearing today.

You think that
makes you one of us?

You're so hip, man.

Dude, who gives
a shit? Whatever.

You got a demo?

Obviously.

We got a demo?

You got... you got...
you got the demo.

- It's on the hard drive, bro.
- [Nick] Okay, look.

- Here's the deal.
- You got a hard drive?

- [Nick] Hold on, hold on.
- Chill.

Guys, give me a few songs.
I'll pay for them.

When we're done,
if you don't like what you hear,

just walk away.

[clears throat] Come on, man.

All right.

We'll give it a shot, suit.

Since you're paying.

Let's see what you got.

- But we're not signing shit.
- Mm-mm.

I'll see you guys later.

Can I get that light?

Let's go, baby.

I'm back. I'm fucking back.

Whoo.

[kids chattering]

[engine humming]

- You guys ready for this?
- We're here, aren't we?

All right, let me
go in first, alone.

Why?

Because I know
how to talk to these guys.

I speak their language. Come on.

Well, we'll just
post up here, then.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

[door shuts closed]

Wow.

Anybody here?

- [door clicks open]
- Hello?

Hello?

- Oh!
- What the fuck do you want?

- Man, easy, easy.
- Bobby send you here?

Who's Bobby?

Don't fucking play with me, boy.

[Nick] I'm not playing.

I'm just looking
for a recording studio, man.

That's it. Please, chill.

Shit.

- How about that?
- [door clicks open]

We're looking for new clients.

- [Travis] Good looks, Ray.
- Hey, Travis.

- What's up, Ray?
- How you doing?

- Hey, Ray.
- Hi.

[door shuts closed]

- Welcome to Satin Studios.
- Wow.

- Can we smoke in here?
- I don't give a shit.

[Darby] Yo, they got gear, bro.

It's a Fairchild.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.
It's what the Beatles used.

- [Nick] You got an SSL?
- [Ray] Huh?

The board, man.

[Ray] Oh, to be honest with you,

I don't even know
what's in here.

I just won this
at a poker game a week ago.

Let me guess. From Bobby?

[chuckles] Ding,
ding, ding. Bingo.

Bobby Satin. [Chuckles]

I mean, he's had this place
since the disco days.

Put his whole life into it.

Normally, I wouldn't take
something like that,

but Bobby's an asshole,
and a bet's a bet, so fuck it.

You know, when we were kids,
he took my bike

in a game of rock
paper scissors.

Never gave it back, either.

I fucking loved that bike.

Wait, you had
a disco scene in Arkansas?

[Ray scoffs]
Something like that.

Cokeheads and
bell-bottoms, baby.

- You either dealing or
stealing. - That's pretty funny.

- [Ray] Huh.
- So how much?

I think, uh,

50 an hour sound right?

And you're sure all
this stuff works?

Like I said, I don't know
shit about studios,

but, you know, if I know Bobby,

she'll work like a charm.

Ready to get started?

[sighs] Whatever, suit.

[Travis] Yeah, man.

[rock music playing]

[Travis] Yeah!

[sighs]

- [door clicks open]
- Should be good.

[Nick] Darby, make sure
your timing stays solid.

You drifted a bit
on that last take.

Clint, you were a
bit behind, too, man.

Travis, can you play
something different?

You're literally playing
the same exact thing

as what Clint's playing.

You want me to do what?

Give me the guitar.
I'll show you.

[Travis] Word.

- [Nick sighs]
- Let's see what you got, bro.

Something like this.

[guitar music playing]

That's not even
how the song goes, dude.

Fine. Just do it your way.

Word.

[Travis sighs]

Um...

[drumstick clicking]

Go.

[rock music playing]

♪ Back against the wall,
gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down,
new pills in my mouth ♪

[music stops]

Say the words clearly, dude.
You sound like you're mumbling.

Let me guess, you're
a fucking singer now, too?

Just... can we go again, please?

[rock music playing]

♪ Back against the wall,
gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down,
new pills in my mouth ♪

- [music stops]
- [Nick]Better, better.

Just... just really try
to feel it this time.

Come on.

[rock music playing]

♪ Back against the wall,
gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down,
new pills in my mouth ♪

- [music stops]
- Sounds good, man.

Just a little more
energy, and we got it.

[rock music playing]

♪ Back against the wall ♪

♪ Gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down,
new pills in my mouth ♪

Hey, Mel. What's going on?

- [sighs]
- Yo, I need a break.

Sounds good.

Whatever, Mel.

- You two getting along?
- We ain't getting nowhere.

- What's that shit?
- Oh.

This, my friend,
is called merch.

That way, we can make
a little scratch at your shows

instead of just
rocking for a bar tab.

Oh, speaking of which, I did
get us a gig at the Meteor.

- Wow.
- [Nick] Not bad, huh?

I'm not wearing that shit.

Why do you have to be
such an asshole?

♪ We've been up and down
since you came around ♪

♪ Moving on my crown
since you heard me out ♪

[Julie] Not bad.

- Not bad at all.
- Oh, crap. Not bad.

Yeah, when...
when did you say this came in?

Today.

So Lou doesn't
know about it yet?

- Not yet.
- [Brad laughs]

All I do is win.

[laughs] Fuck yeah. Okay.

[sighs deeply]
Here's what I want you to do.

Forward me that email,

then delete that shit
from Lou's inbox.

Make sure he never sees

or hears a thing about it, yeah?

- You know I could get fired.
- Uh-uh, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't you worry about that.

While you're at it,
hit Nick up with a phone call

and tell him Lou wants a video.

Where'd you say
these guys are from?

- Arkansas.
- Arkansas?

It's Arkansas.

Oh, I know how it's pronounced.
That was a joke.

You know, you can thank
the French for three things.

Croissant, cigarettes,
and the silent...

- Silent S. - You know your
stuff. [Chuckles]

- See you at the bar later?
- Uh, I... I don't...

That sounds like a yes.

I'll see you there.
All right, good night.

- [phone buzzing]
- [Nick sighs]

- Hello?
- [Julie]Hey, Nick.

- Julie, hey, what's up?
- [Julie]Lou saw the tape.

He did?

- And?
- [Julie]He loved it.

Oh, that's great.
Oh, that is great.

[Julie] But he wants
to see a video.

Seriously?

[Julie] Lou is
never not serious.

[engine rattling]

[Nick] Welcome.

What is this shit?

- It's our set, man.
- What?

- Yeah.
- What do you think?

- This?
- Yeah.

What about her?
What about boots?

[Nick] It's eye candy.

Are you serious right now?

[Nick] It's gonna be great,
Travis, trust me.

Yo, this is not
even my bass, guy.

Guys, wait a second.
Let me go get you your outfits.

Outfits?

[whimsical music playing]

That looks like that'll fit you.

What, is this
supposed to be for me?

Bro, we're not rifles
and fucking daisies.

- I'm not wearing this shit.
- No shot, man.

Okay, so what do
you want to wear?

Not this shit.

Don't blame me.
Mel picked it out.

Fuck did I do?

You didn't pick
this out, did you?

[door creaks open]

[Mel laughs]

Well, uh,

this is definitely a new look.

We look like clowns, Mel.

Hey, you threw
away the T-shirts.

[Travis] Whatever.

I'm, like, this close,
just so you know.

Oh, yeah? [Laughs]

So, uh... so it's a bad time
to ask for a selfie?

Stop.

- [Mel chuckles]
- I'm not happy.

The shit I'd do
for you, I swear.

- Fucking basement.
- Whatever.

What is this shit?

[blows raspberry] Bro.

Oh, my God.

- Let's go, man.
- All right.

[rock music playing]

Yo, stop!

♪ Back against the wall,
gold teeth in his smile ♪

♪ Said he'd hold me down,
new pills in... ♪

- [Nick] Cut!
- Um, we're the directors.

We say cut.

Travis, look like
you're having some fun, man.

- Move around.
- This is bullshit, guys.

You know this is
fucking bullshit.

- [Tank] Whatever.
- All right, back to one.

Let's try this again. Come on.

- [Darby] Again?
- [Nick] Yeah.

[electric buzzing]

A one, two, three, four.

[rock music playing]

The fuck, man?
What is she doing?

- Cut!
- Dude, we say cut.

- [Tank] Yeah, come on.
- She's just a dancer, Travis.

What do you mean
she's a fucking dancer, bro?

We don't make
fucking dance music!

Have you ever listened
to our shit? Ever?

It looks great. You
guys all look great.

This is bullshit, dude.

Travis, Travis, I'm just trying
to make you go viral.

Yo, viral? Are
you fucking crazy?

We don't have a
fucking social media.

You don't know shit, dude.

Mel, I fucking told
you, Mel. You happy?

Are you fucking happy?

This is exactly
what I knew was gonna happen.

Yo, we're out. We're out. No.

Guys, it looked good.
Travis, where are you going?

[Travis] Fuck off, man.

[Clint] Keep your
stupid bass, bro.

Where are you guys going?

[tense music playing]

[door shuts closed]

Goddammit! Fuck!

It was the fucking
stupidest shit ever!

Why the fuck would
I have done that?

- I look like a fucking idiot.
- [Lisa] You got that right.

How long have you been there?

Long enough.

Wait, did you start
a cover band or something?

Not now, Lisa. Goddammit.

Okay.

[door shuts closed]

Yo.

Where'd your mom go?

No idea. Not my day
to keep track of her.

[Travis sighs] Oh, man.

She went out with some friends.

I don't know when
she'll be back.

Do you want me to
text her or anything?

No, don't text her.

Just tell her that if...
if she gets back before I do,

just let her know
I took her car.

And hey,

buy pizza or something.

- Hey.
- What?

You might want to change first.

Fuck. You're right.

[glass clinking]

[Mel sighs]

It's cold out there.

Yup.

Is it cool?

Okay.

You drinking?

I mean, you don't have
a drink with me when I ask.

Oh, just shut the
fuck up, Travis.

What do you want?

[Mel sniffles]

I just

I mean, can we talk?
Is it okay if we talk or...

Hard pass.

All right, I guess we can
just sit here quietly then.

You're such a fucking asshole.
You know that?

Word.

Want to tell me
what happened to us?

Because we used to be a team.

We're a fucking team, Mel.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

We're just...

We're a fucking team.

After Steven died

it does not feel like it.

You don't mean that.

Just stop.

Maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

But right now,

after five drinks,
sure feels like I do.

Well, then give me a fucking cup

so I can catch up to
your ass. [Laughs]

You know, that...
that's your fucking problem.

You're always just
playing around.

And if you're not playing,
then you're wailing around

like you're super
fucking complicated

when... when in reality

you're just another
self-absorbed musician

that is a single
guitar stroke away

from blowing your
fucking brains out.

You know, you think... you think

that the world
owes you something

because of all your pain,

but let me... let me
tell you a secret. [Sniffles]

You're not that
complicated, Travis.

You're just a fucking asshole

that treats everyone like shit,

so they don't see what
you really are, which is scared.

[thunder rumbling]

Wow.

I wish you knew that

it wasn't your fault
that Steven killed himself.

Please, just,

for real

don't go there.

See?

Fucking scared.

[thunder rumbling]

I'm not fucking scared, Mel.

You want me to fucking go there?

You know what I fucking
deal with every single day?

Tell me.

Knowing that I fucking killed
my best friend

with pills that I gave him?

I got him hooked on it?

Knowing that I fucking...

He should fucking be here
right now if it wasn't for me.

You know what kind
of fucking, like,

mental fuck that is?

No.

That shit messes you up, man.

The guilt that I feel
every fucking day

because of his fucking...

Goddammit.

You're right.

I don't know how it feels.

But I do know.

I do know

that if you didn't
give them to him

someone else would have,

and he would have
happily taken them

because Steven was fucked up.

You just have to accept that.

[sighs] Please.

It's kind of hard, you know.

Yeah.

[Mel sniffles]

You know what?

Come on.

- Come on what?
- Come on, follow me.

- Where?
- To your car.

- Car?
- Okay.

Well, I sure as
shit ain't driving.

- Easy.
- Come on.

I'm a designated driver?

- Yeah.
- Holy shit.

["Night People" by Dan Kidney
and The Pulsations playing]

♪ I walk into the room ♪

♪ I've seen it all before ♪

♪ I walk into the room ♪

♪ I've seen it, I've
seen it all before ♪

♪ Is it just another
night, just another night ♪

♪ Night people ♪

♪ Well, you're going downtown ♪

♪ And you're looking
for something ♪

♪ That you haven't got ♪

♪ Well, you were
going downtown ♪

♪ And you're looking for
the haves and the have nots ♪

♪ Night, people ♪

♪ Yeah, night people ♪

No.

♪ Night, people ♪

I'm not dancing. I
think you're wasted.

No, I'm not.

Fuck, I needed that.

[Mel sighs]

[romantic music playing]

- Lisa?
- Who?

- [Mel chuckles]
- Hi.

Come over here.
[stutters] Who... what's...

Yo, get the fuck
out of here, guys.

- Come on.
- Bye.

- What are you doing?
- Having a good time.

Are you drinking?

Are you drinking?

Oh, my God. Um

we're gonna take you home

before your mom
commits a double homicide

and I'm fucked for
the rest of my life.

- Come on.
- Stop. Wait here.

- I... I... I'm so sorry.
- [Mel chuckles]

- I got to deal with this shit.
- It's okay.

[laughs] Go easy on her.

I'll do my best.

Um, need a ride or...

Nah.

I'll Uber.

[glass clinking]

I'm sorry.

Someone's in love.

Stop it. Go.

All right, nope. Go.

Yeah. There you go.

[engine rumbling]

- [car beeps]
- [Travis sighs]

- I'm so fucking dead.
- Hey, watch your language.

[sighs] Why? Dead
people can't talk.

May as well get it out now.

I'm just fucking with you.

But real talk, couple mints,

clean pair of PJs,
you're gonna be fine.

Really?

Yes, but just don't fucking
do that shit again.

For real, Lisa.

That's how yearbook photos
become Amber Alerts.

It's like, not funny.

[groans] I hate
my yearbook photo.

Yo, actually, I hate mine, too.

- Like, all of 'em.
- Right?

What'd you think about
the music, though?

- It's cool.
- Just cool?

Yeah, it's cool. [Chuckles]

Classic rock, whatever.

I like my music with some edge.

Dirty, rough, wild.

Kind of like your shit.

You like my shit?

Yes, I mean, at least
your shit's honest.

Hey, let's fucking go.

You have taste in
music. I knew it.

- Oh, my God.
- I knew it.

Wait, so you and Mel, though?

- Like...
- No, yeah, stop.

- No, no, no.
- I saw you guys kiss.

- What? Zoo-zoo-zoo.
- What?

- We're not going there.
- You're not gonna tell me?

Get out of the car and be quiet.

- She'll hear you.
- Oh my God, Okay.

[knocking on door]

- [Lisa] Hey.
- What up?

Uh, can I come in?

- Yeah.
- [Travis] Cool. [Clears throat]

Whoa, your guitar is sick.

You mean, um, your guitar.

- Wait, you're giving me this?
- Yeah.

It's kind of beat up and old,

but I feel like
you could bring it back to life.

That guitar got me through

a lot of shit when
I was your age.

I just wish I knew
how to play like you.

Hey, how about this?

How about I'll teach
you to play like me,

then in two years from now,
you teach me to play like you.

[Lisa chuckles]

- Deal?
- Deal.

Yeah. Hey, hey, okay.

All right,
if your mom sees you hugging me,

she's definitely gonna know
you've been drinking,

so chill with that.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, of course.

You're gonna look
badass with that thing.

- You have fun, okay?
- Okay.

[hard rock music]

[indistinct chatter]

Yo.

What up, Suit? What's up?

- Yo, you want to make this
work? - Absolutely.

- You're in A&R, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, so you find the deal,

we'll do the producing.

I don't want any fancy shit.

I don't want... I
don't want any notes.

That's what it is.

What do you say?

All right.

- Don't fuck this up, man.
- Yeah.

Yeah, these guys
can really sing,

I'm telling you.

Come on, man, how long
are you gonna hold that over me?

So then you got
the... Yep, loop it.

[humming rhythm]

David. It's Nick.

Nick Stone.

Hello? David.

- [guitar strumming]
- [man] Oh, it's funky.

- [Darby and Travis humming]
- [Darby] Yeah, and loop it.

- Down there.
- [Darby] Loop it.

[Clint] I like that.

[Darby] Just loop
the whole thing.

[humming]

No, Craig, this isn't a joke.

Lou's already got
him on his radar.

Craig. Craig.

We're coming back
to the one at the beginning?

[Darby] Yeah, and
just looping it.

- Okay.
- Just looping the whole thing,

and do what he's doing on the...

Yeah, do the octave up thing.

So, you got...

♪ If you think you could... ♪

[Darby] "If you're
thinking you might..."

Might.

[Darby] "If you think
it'll look good..."

- Good.
- What'd you say?

"Hold up, hold tight.
It looks better at night."

[Darby] All right,
word, cool, cool, cool.

Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah, I said Arkansas.

What's wrong with Arkansas?

You got one, two, one,
two, three, four...

♪ If you thinking you could ♪

♪ If you thinking you might ♪

♪ If you thinking
you ♪ ♪ You could ♪

That's right.

[Darby] Then wait, hold tight.

♪ It looks better at night ♪

[Darby] Yeah. Fuck yeah.

[laughs] Yes.

- Yo!
- [Darby] Yeah, dude, fire.

- [Clint] That's fire.
- [Travis] Bro, that was it.

Suit, Suit, Travis
needs you in the back.

Okay, just tell him
I'll be in in one second.

Okay.

[sighs]

[new song plays over speakers]

[Travis sighs]

What's up, man?

- Yo, that show you booked us?
- Yeah.

You gonna label people there?

I'm working on it.

But does it really matter?
I mean, we could just film it

and send it to him.

Nah, dude.

It's the shit you
gotta hear live, man.

Hi, there.

[scoffs] Nice
fucking suit, dude.

I know.

Uh, yeah, I was wondering
if you could tell me

where I can find the
band, The Cuticles?

- Who's asking?
- Ooh, I like this one.

She's spicy, extra picante.

[clears throat]
Brad Goldman, Pacific Records.

Oh, shit, you work with Nick.

Well, uh, something like that.

- Uh...
- We got it.

I think so.

- You sure?
- Whatever, we'll work it out.

It's like, it's the fucking...

- Shit.
- What's the problem?

- He is.
- Me?

- Me?
- [Mel] Yeah, you.

[Nick] What are
you talking about?

Oh, you can't hear me?

How about now, is that better?

You don't work for
Pacific Records. Do you, Nick?

I used to work there.

- [Mel] Used to?
- Yeah, I freelance now.

Oh, is that what you call it?

You know why he doesn't work
for them anymore?

Because that's the guy
behind the Johnny Boy bullshit.

Okay, hold on.

That's not entirely
true, you guys.

I sent your tape
to Lou Bernstein himself.

And who the fuck is that, bro?

The head of the label.

You sure about that, Nick?

Cause I think if you were
to call Lou Bernstein,

you'd see he had no idea

what the fuck you're
talking about.

Come on, this is not
who you want to deal with.

- Trust me.
- Trust you?

You've been saying
that a lot, dude.

Nick

have a modicum of self-respect

and take a walk
while you still can.

Mel and I have
some business to discuss.

Get lost.

[Darby] Yeah, so who
the fuck are you?

Oh, just the man
to make y'all rich and famous.

How does that sound?

[Nick sighs]

- It's a nice bike.
- Yeah, man.

Yeah, Mel told me
you like bikes.

I do.

Liked them since I was a kid.

Aw.

Well, enjoy it.

It's yours now.

Obviously, courtesy
of Pacific Records.

You know I ain't
signing shit, right?

I think you will.

Little advice.

In life, and
especially right now,

don't stress out
over the details.

It's my job.

Just enjoy the ride, man.

And do what you do best,

making and performing
killer fucking music.

All right, tough guy?

Yo, you label guys are funny.

Big show tonight?

Yeah. [Chuckles nervously]

Are you nervous?

I... I mean, no.

I'll just take a walk, you know,

clear my head, I'll be straight.

- [chuckles]
- Yeah.

Take this.

Your lucky pick?

Yeah.

My dad gave it to me
when I was a little girl.

Said it would bring me luck
when he wasn't around,

but I think you might need it
more than I do right now.

[Lisa chuckles]

[sighs]

Nice bike.

Let me guess, courtesy of...

Pacific Records.

Yeah.

Must come in the employee
handbook or some shit.

Yeah, some shit like that.

I'm not gonna lie, Suit.

It's a good line.

They teach you that
before or after

you sell your soul to the devil?

Before.

True.

You know what, Suit?

My buddy, Steven

that's all we ever fucking
dreamed about, man.

Our name in lights.

Girls going crazy.

Fucking short days, long nights,

all that rock star bullshit
they try to sell you on.

Then he died.

You know, none of this shit,
this means nothing to us, bro.

If we make it, cool, whatever.

If we don't make it,
that's cool, too.

It's not what it's about.

I'm just trying not to laugh,
man, because

we spent so much time
dreaming about what could be.

Fucking get here...

He's gone,
and our name is spelled wrong

on the motherfucking marquee.

You know, I could
go talk to the guy

and have it fixed, dude.

Yo, just shut up, man.
Like, do you ever listen?

This shit doesn't
fucking matter, bro.

None of this shit
fucking matters.

Spell it with a
"Q" for all I care.

That's not what this is about.

It's not The Cuticles,
bro. Not anymore.

Not without Steven.

- Chill, bro.
- Bro.

Where is he though?

- Fuck Travis.
- [Brad] Hey, guys.

Anyone got eyes on Travis?

- Any minute now.
- Yeah.

Oh, geez, day one and already
missing sound checks.

Fucking rock stars, love it.

Uh, please tell me
y'all inked your John Hancock's

all over my contract?

Yeah, we're, um,
waiting on Mel for that.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

We're... we're not
waiting for Mel on that.

We need to get you guys
signed right here, right now.

Comprende, amigos?

You guys speak Spanish, right?

You wait here,
I'll be right back.

- You got something on your tie?
- Hm.

No, you don't. Fucking idiot.

[Darby laughs mockingly]

Now, that guy's funny.

Like your, uh, marijuana usage.

- Drugs.
- Fuck you.

Yeah, all right.

[line ringing]

[phone rings]

- Darby.
- Travis is missing.

What do you mean, missing?

I don't know, man.

You're the only one I
could think to call.

Okay, um, just, uh,
let me call Layne.

He's probably over there, drunk.

[Darby]Clint already tried.
I think his phone's cut again.

Look, that Brad
guy is here, too.

I don't know what to say, man.

Shit. Just stall.

Stall? What the hell
do you mean, stall?

Yes, Darby, just
stall. Smoke him out.

Tell Clint to give him
a lap dance for all I care.

Just... [sighs] ...just stall.

[mockingly] "Just stall."

[in normal voice]
What the fuck does that mean?

[groans]

Where's Travis?

I don't know, Mel.

So he hasn't been here?

He was here earlier.

Then he hopped on that
sweet new bike and took off.

Bike? What bike?

One that record dude bought him.

Move.

Okay, think, Layne. Think.

Where could he have gone?

- I honestly don't know, Mel.
- Oh, shit.

My head is slamming, dude.

You're a fucking idiot.

- [Mel sighs]
- [phone ringing]

Hello?

[Travis] No! I gotta
get out of here, dude!

- Travis!
- [Travis] Fuck me!

Fucking Mel, Christ, thank God.

Yo, tell this fucker
I got a gig to get to right now.

Sorry, we still have
another X-ray to take.

No, dude! I'm not doing shit!

I got a show! Tell him, Mel.

Travis, you can't
perform like this.

Yes, I can. Just tell him.

Fuck!

How are you gonna play
guitar with a busted arm,

- you bonehead?
- Shit, ow.

- That really fucking hurts.
- I'm sorry.

I got an idea, okay?

I just... You ain't
gonna like it.

- No.
- Yes.

- No!
- Just yes.

This is nuts. You
know that, right?

Yeah.

So let's get it over with.

What the hell happened to you?

Got into a fight with a Harley,
and the Harley lost, bro.

Look. I need a favor, man.

Can't fucking play
like this tonight.

- You need a favor from me?
- Yeah, a favor.

You owe me one, Suit.

You want me to come play
with you tonight,

so you can sign with Brad,
that motherfucker.

Bro, fuck Brad, man.

If you ain't gonna do it for me,
do it for fucking Mel.

Come on.

All right.

But if Brad flips,
it's not on me.

Chill.

If he flips, let's just hope
he could stick a landing.

Come on.

You're bringing
your A-game tonight, man.

- Let's go.
- All right.

- Fuck.
- You're sitting in the back.

[crowd chanting] Cuticles,
Cuticles, Cuticles!

Cuticles, Cuticles,
Cuticles, Cuticles!

[crowd cheering]

Thank God.

What the hell
happened to your arm, bro?

What?

What's he doing here?

The right thing for
once in his life.

All right, well,
who's gonna play the guitar now?

- This dude.
- No.

- No.
- What?

Yup.

Okay.

- No, man.
- It's good.

Yo.

[crowd chanting]
Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles...

Yo, B?

You good?

Travis, man.

I'm in A&R.

I mean, I know
how to play the riffs and all,

but, dude, this is a lot.

Give me the guitar.

[Darby] Fuck's going on here?

What?

She doesn't know
any of the songs.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Come on.

You got us this far.
I'm gonna take it from here.

She's got it.

Come on. Let's go.

Get... get your ass
out there. Let's go.

- All right.
- This is gonna be interesting.

We're fucked.

[crowd chanting] Cuticles,
Cuticles, Cuticles, Cuticles!

- [Mel chuckles]
- [Travis] Hey.

F-sharp. Keep it funky, okay?

Hey, this is rock and roll.

Let's go.

Yeah!

[Travis shouting indistinctly]

Yes, fuck yes.

Let's go, let's go.

Hey! All right, yo.

Let's fucking do this.

♪ I've been at these bars,
I've been playing these clubs ♪

♪ And there's nowhere times
when they pay you in drugs ♪

♪ I can't come down to you,
give me some love ♪

♪ I just knew it when
you walked in the room ♪

♪ So what could I do,
but stay in the group ♪

♪ Baby girl, I'm all in,
I got nothing to lose ♪

♪ This ain't for the views,
ain't tryin' to be rude ♪

♪ But I got somethin' for you
if you're still in the mood ♪

♪ So what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ When I come through ♪
♪ When I come through ♪

♪ See, there's just one thing ♪
♪ There's just one thing ♪

♪ I'm asking you ♪
♪ I'm asking you ♪

♪ So tell me the truth
if you're thinking you could ♪

♪ If you're thinking you might ♪

♪ If you think it looks good ♪

♪ Hold tight, it looks
better at night ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ It feels better at night ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Hey, feels better at night ♪

Whoo! Come here!

♪ Uh, what you
think I'm lying? ♪

♪ You know I only speak truths ♪

♪ So what you gonna do ♪
♪ What you gonna do ♪

♪ When I come through ♪
♪ When I come through ♪

♪ See, there's just one thing ♪
♪ There's just one thing ♪

♪ I'm asking you ♪
♪ I'm asking you ♪

♪ So tell me the truth ♪

♪ If you're thinking you could ♪

♪ If you're thinking you might ♪

♪ If you think it looks good ♪
♪ If you think it looks good ♪

♪ Hold tight, it looks
better at night ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It feels better at night ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

♪ Better at night ♪

[cheers and applause]

[mouthing]

This whiskey is shit.

Okay. [Mumbles]

The fuck?

- We killed that shit!
- Yay!

I can't believe it. Wow.

[Travis] Yo, Nick, come on, man.

- Party with us.
- Oh, dude, thank you.

We, we killed that shit.
You put up with my ass.

- I did. I did.
- [Travis] Come on.

- [Mel] Get in here, Suit.
- [Travis] Bring it in.

Bring it in.
Hey, Darby, grab your phone out.

We gotta capture this moment.
Let's get a pic.

- Check this out. Ready?
- Get it on.

- Yeah.
- Everybody, get in!

- Cheers!
- There you go.

- [all] Hey!
- [shutter clicking]

- [Nick] Here he goes.
- Come on.

Congratulations.

Yeah, enjoy the champagne
while you still can

cause that's all
you're gonna get.

- What?
- Yeah, unfortunately, brother,

there's no contract
if he is involved.

I'm not involved.

Seriously? [Chuckles]

Okay, great. Um, I'm
so glad to hear that.

I guess we're back
on track, then.

Actually, he's our manager.

Travis, come on.

Dude, I appreciate that,
but you guys don't need me.

Dude, listen to him.

For once he's not lying

his Sesame
Street-looking face off.

Whoa. Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

- It's all good, dude.
- [Nick sighs]

We need you just
like you need us.

Right?

How about
Shakey Grounds Management?

That sounds pretty lit.
That does sound pretty good.

Mel's gonna keep the
trademark, though.

Dude. Fair enough. Fair enough.

[Brad] Travis. You
can't be serious, dawg.

No, I'm dead serious.

That being said,
I did make a call.

- Did I hit my cue?
- [Nick] Perfectly.

[laughter]

What's up, little man?

- Give me some love, baby.
- What's up, man?

Guys, I want to introduce you
to Jimmy Feldman

from National Records.

- Hey, National.
- Pleasure, pleasure.

What's up? What's up, man?

Feldman, what the hell
are you doing here?

Well, as you would want to know,
I came to Arkansas

to visit a good friend,
and as luck would have it,

Nick told me about
this amazing band. [Laughs]

I mean, it's no business
like show business, right, Brad?

You're too late, Feldman.
They already signed with me.

Mmm, is that right?

[Travis] I didn't sign anything.

- No.
- Did you guys sign something?

- And there was that one... no.
- Yeah.

Dude, I gave you a
fucking Harley, bro.

Get the fuck out, douche bag.

- Hey, Lisa!
- What?

- [Darby] Ooh.
- [Travis] You heard the lady.

Fuck off, Brad.

Big fucking mistake, guys.
Big fucking mistake.

Can you go with Feldman?

Okay, fuck off, guys.

Good luck, you talentless hacks.

Fuck off -[Mel] Bye!

Yo! With the closer, though?

- For real?
- [Jimmy] The show was insane.

Hey, by the way

your dad was a legend.

Thank you so much.
This is amazing.

Yeah.

You...

- [Mel] Hey.
- Hi.

You were, um...

You were amazing tonight.

- They are fucking.
- I knew it.

Told you.

[romantic music plays]

Well, this just
became a bad rom-com.

- Shut up, Lisa.
- Sorry.

All right, well...
[clears throat loudly]

What do you say we, uh,
try that picture again?

Hey, will you take it this time?

Yeah, can I get one after?

- [Darby] Yeah, of course.
- [Lisa chuckles]

Say cheese.

Rock stars don't smile, yo.

Shut up, Travis.

[shutter clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, I got it.

For sure. I'm gonna hook it up.

- Okay.
- Yeah, man. Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Wait, are you the
guy that put my uncle

in a spiked leather jacket?

Yeah. It's pretty
cool, though, right?

Yeah. Really cool.

- Good night, guys.
- Good night.

- [Lisa] Oh!
- Love you all.

- Have a good night.
- Love you.

See? Told you it'd
be a good team.

[Mel] Yeah.

["Love Hate City"
by Aboriginal plays]

♪ Now we gotta be out,
to my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave 'em,
I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Now we gotta be out,
to my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave,
I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Love this stuff,
Hate city, come on ♪

♪ Near the everglades,
west of the beach ♪

♪ My wretched little city's
infected with heat ♪

♪ It's infested with freaks,
reeks of sex in the street ♪

♪ Filthy and synthetic,
it's decrepit and bleak ♪

♪ Where angelic deceit
sneaks and settles with in ♪

♪ The sweet soul of every woman
with a devilish grin ♪

♪ You can smell it in the wind
the minute you get near ♪

♪ Start swelling with sin
with every second spent here ♪

♪ The threat's clear
since tourism boomed ♪

♪ Superstars moving in, who
steal our women and booze ♪

♪ Now they pissing in a pool ♪

♪ We call the Atlantic Coast ♪

♪ Ain't the end of
the world, y'all ♪

♪ But, damn, it's close ♪

♪ So peace to my folks ♪

♪ Peace to my crew ♪

♪ Peace to all the misery ♪

♪ I've clearly been through ♪

♪ Cause now we gotta be out ♪

♪ To my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave ♪

♪ I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Now we gotta be out ♪

♪ To my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave ♪

♪ I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ We gotta be out ♪

♪ Yo, we out of this
Love Hate City ♪

♪ Thank God for the place
where I came from ♪

♪ Where the women are beautiful
but unstable as they come ♪

♪ For the sun,
the blue of the calm seas ♪

♪ Thick humidity and wind ♪

♪ That moves through
the palm trees ♪

♪ Armed thieves
and corrupt pigs ♪

♪ Who stayed out our suburbia
and let us be just kids ♪

♪ That's where the love lives,
that's why we must give ♪

♪ A 110 percent of ourselves ♪

♪ Till you bump this ♪

♪ Ain't it some shit,
we're not blowing up ♪

♪ Didn't do a lot of
growing vertically ♪

♪ But did a lot of growing up ♪

♪ A lot of throwing
up in Day County ♪

♪ Everyday, I did
our own thing ♪

♪ And did it every day proudly ♪

♪ Peace to my folks,
peace to my crew ♪

♪ Peace to all the misery
I've clearly been through ♪

♪ 'Cause now we gotta be out,
to my people, peace out ♪

♪ Mandatory that we leave,
I'm sorry, y'all, but we out ♪

♪ Now we gotta be out,
to my people, peace out,

♪ Mandatory that we leave
I'm sorry y'all but we out ♪

♪ We gotta be out ♪

♪ Yo, we out of this
Love Hate City ♪

♪ City, we gotta be out ♪

♪ Yo, we out ♪

♪ Of this Love Hate City ♪

♪ City, city ♪

♪ Love Hate City ♪

♪ Love Hate City,
you have done me so proudly ♪

♪ But now we must leave you ♪

♪ For you tend to doubt me ♪

♪ It's all for the best
and your better without me ♪

♪ When asked where I'm from ♪

♪ I'll say your name loudly ♪

♪ Now where you coming from? ♪

♪ What Love Hate City
you coming out of? ♪

[music fades]