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I love you.

So good!

Which one of you cunts threw this?

Oh, man, it was only a plastic pot. Only fucking plastic. It was empty for fuck's

sake. I don't care if it was empty. I'm sick of this shit.

It's rock and roll, man. I do not have to put up with it. I'm an artist. It

comes with the territory. Just go back and finish the set.

Fuck the territory, fuck the set, and fuck you, Jennifer.

Jimmy, what are you doing?

Babe, you're gonna... Fuck up your career.

It's not my career. It's that band's career. Don't start this shit. I'm going

to go and see Mia tomorrow.

Well, blowjob, Mia. You've got to be kidding. She believes in my talent. She

believes in what's in your pants. And she remembers I'll have no problems

going solo. She's a star fucker, Jimmy. Well, she's a lot more supportive than

you are, and you're supposed to be my fucking girlfriend.

Mystery Caller's out again.

Uh-huh.

Hey, how you doing? What's up?

No, I can't come out tonight. I've got to go and see Candy's gig.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. All right.

I'll see you there.

Bye.

Look, babe, I'm not going to be able to make it to the show tonight.

I have to go and have a meeting with Jennifer and try and sort all this shit

out.

Hey.

You know how it is. You have to work all sorts of crazy hours in this business.

Can't I just tell her to come to the gig?

You can talk about it there.

Well, no, we can't talk about it there. You know, over the noise.

Hey, rock on tonight.

I'll be thinking of you.

Thanks, guys, for the food.

Up next is a round for the fish swappers. Thanks, guys, for having us on

the bill.

So, yeah, stick around and have a drink. Cheers, guys.

That was a great pick.

How much did we make this time?

There you go, ladies. There's your payment.

Great. I can't do this anymore.

Next week will be better.

Look, Candy, I'm really sorry, but I'm not even making enough money to cover

the petrol to get here.

I'm sorry.

Great gift.

Jen, it's great to see you.

Really?

With a meeting for you, Shirley. What meeting?

Is she with you? No, I haven't seen her since the other week.

No, it was just with you, that was it? Nah, not with me.

I just thought I'd come and see you play.

Because I've been saying for ages I was going to, and I've never really had the

time. But now I've got the time, so here I am.

Lone bastard.

Cheers to me and my fellow crew.

Cheers to you being bigger than Godapilth ever was or ever

will be.

Where's your lovely girlfriend?

I've got a girlfriend.

Who gives a fuck?

I'm a rock guy.

What the fuck are you doing?

You thinking you're going away, Crescent?

In the crazy world of rock and roll, sadly, nothing is permanent.

Jimmy Taranto, lead singer of God of Filth, has left the band to pursue a

solo career.

Industry spies have been hinting that relations between the band members

haven't been right since Jimmy recently walked off stage after a punter

allegedly spat beer on him.

Not a more personal front.

Taranto has ended his long-time relationship with girlfriend Kandilov

-Morgan. Little hazard that he's been sitting around town sluggling up to

bring that moment, is that?

He's now managing a solo career.

Next time it's out with the old, and in with the new.

Well, that was cosmic, man. Yeah, thanks. Next.

I think I am.

Candy, come on in.

Hi, guys.

I assume you all remember Candy?

That's J.B. and Dave.

Hey, guys.

Jennifer, you can't be serious.

Jimmy always said she was crap.

If this gets out, we're going to be the laughing stock of the whole industry.

No, I saw her play the other night and she's actually pretty good.

Besides, think of the publicity it would generate.

After what Jimmy's done, you can't trust his judgement.

No, but... Come on, give her a go. You've got nothing to lose.

She can't be any worse than anyone else that's played tonight.

Okay, we're going to do feed me, fuck me, shut up and drive.

That's four bars of E.

Yeah, I think I know.

So when can you start?

Today?

Although I think that's the only song of yours I know.

Hey, and the latest news from the rock scene.

Gutter Phil, who rose up the charts with Deeper and Deeper, looked like they were

falling further and further down the success ladder when frontman Jimmy

Taranto let the band pursue his solo career.

Well, after searching far and wide for his replacement...

They eventually found someone right on their back doorstep.

They have made the extraordinary move of replacing Jimmy Taranto with his ex

-girlfriend, Candy Morgan.

Yeah. And the record company's not quite sure how the fans are going to react to

this. So they're sending gutter filth on a back-to-the-roots tour.

Can't wait for that.

Yeah.

Have I ever told you you've got a fine arse?

Not including that time, I think about a million times.

I can't convince you to try a little bit of cock. You know, once you've had it,

you'll never turn back.

Whatever, darling. When will you give up? Well, when I get the chance to sink

my cock into that sweet little arse of yours.

Sorry, honey. You know I eat hamburgers.

Not hot dogs.

Hi, Jen. How are you going? Good, babe. How are you?

Good, good.

Oh, nice top. Does that feel nice, though? Yes, it does. And no, you can't

borrow it.

Please, I swear I won't stretch it and I'll wash it before I give it back.

No, I don't ever want to see you in my clothes again.

You know, what you do in your time is your business, darling. But what I saw

in Sydney has haunted me.

I don't want to have to deal with visual images and nightmares.

Hi, and I look tons better than you would... Fuck's sake, Jimmy!

Hi.

These are for you.

They're to relieve the boredom.

What, by playing cards?

No, by keeping score.

Oh, they're cum cards. It's a Jimmy thing.

Say you pick up a girl, or you pick up a guy, and you take him back to the hotel

room, well, every time you come, you leave a card.

Well, does flicking the beam count?

Oh, yeah.

Otherwise, they here wouldn't have a chance in hell about finishing off a

pack. Oh, that's it, buddy. Come here, guys.

Well,

you better give me two packs then.

Candy. Candy.

Candy?

Hey, what a beautiful place.

Yeah.

This is the record company's idea of a route tour.

The only route I'm going to get around here is from a sheep.

I don't know, babe.

All this fresh air and clean living. Might breed them with big arses.

Yeah.

Let's go in.

He must be the man.

Yeah, we got it, Bill.

Andy, GB, Dean.

I'm their manager, Jennifer.

I'm me.

Through that door to the band room.

Where's Dee?

Dee got lucky.

What, you kidding me?

He's up there getting laid, getting his frocks off.

And I can't even find a girl around here to give me a pity fuck.

You're a girl.

Fuck off.

Pity me.

Please, please.

Come on, can't you smell the pheromones?

Buy you a beer.

No.

Why not? I'm like your biggest fan and you're the hottest drummer in the world.

I'll do anything for you.

Anything? Yeah, anything.

Can I be... Can you?

Yeah. Of course.

Are you famous?

Okay.

That was the new one from Jimmy Taranto. I've got a bike.

A big, black, shiny bike.

Yeah. Check it out. It's roaring up the charts. Take that bike away.

Now, some other music news. Kids out there, just because you can't sing

doesn't mean you can't have a hit record.

Yeah. That's the new catchphrase from the new series, Australian Idiot.

The show where lack of talent doesn't necessarily mean lack of success.

No wonder.

You're back.

But I never left.

Oh, hi, how's it going?

Ursula from Rockabitch Magazine.

Yeah.

Yeah, cool.

OK, I guess we should do the interview.

I'll just get this rolling.

Test, test.

OK. So, new line-up. How do you feel about it? Yeah, good.

And how's the tour been going so far?

Tour's been good.

And what are your hopes for the band?

I don't know.

You've done a lot of interviews.

Yeah. Yeah, you don't seem to have a lot to say.

Oh, you know, I don't really need to say much.

So, how do you feel about having sex with strangers?

Oh, where did you say you're from again? Rock and Roll Today magazine.

So, sex with strangers?

Oh, yeah, don't have an issue with it.

Cool. Would you like to fuck them?

Oh, shit, yeah.

tonight.

Who was that chick from Rock and Roll Today magazine?

What, Meg?

Rock and Roll Today.

I've never heard of it. It's not on my list.

Yeah, but they just walked off then.

You'd better laugh the boots right, darling.

How are you gonna keep this shit up?

I can't get him out of my hair.

I can understand that, but you've got to put yourself first.

Think about what's important right now.

He doesn't love me.

I can't believe I was such a fool.

But there are so many people who do love you and are here to support you.

Come on, babe.

Fine, fuck you.

If you wanna sit here and destroy yourself over this fucking asshole, I'm

gonna leave you to it.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Just pull yourself together.

I miss you.

So do I.

Sometimes.

I remember when we first met and how sweet I thought he

was.

It was before the band got big.

He used to steal me flowers that he got from people's gardens.

Well, you're not wrong there.

But it's hard being in relationships no matter who you're with.

Especially in this industry.

Late nights, away for long periods of time.

You're out working while everyone else is out having fun.

I haven't met a woman yet who can deal with coming second best to my job.

There must be someone that you're keen on.

Come on, tell me. No.

Come on, I'll give you a pickle talker. No, don't.

I'll tell you, I promise.

Promise? I promise. Just get off me.

Well, there is this one girl I like, but she's always been in a relationship, and

I'm not into cutting anyone else's lunch.

She's single now, though.

I just don't know if she likes me.

Well, have you asked her?

No. Maybe you should.

Maybe.

But you've got a sound check in 30 minutes, and you stink.

Go have a shower.

Excuse me, can I buy you a drink?

Can I get you a beer?

No, I'm okay, thanks.

You know, we'll have that drink

Yeah

What?

You're John's agent five.

Well, if you have time next week,

Are we having some rehearsal?

Rehearsals, yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that would be great.

Sometime next week. Yeah. Cool. What do you reckon?

Yeah, it sounds good.

Anytime you're ready.

No, I'm just thinking that a lot of people don't see the correlation between

ting-ting.

I mean, it sounds silly saying, but ting-ting-ting.

Oh, really?

Where'd you get that?

Oh, it's ancient.

I don't even know where I put it. Well, you know,

I've read about it.

It could be worse than that.

It's fine.

It's fine. It's fine.

They've progressed anyway.

Yeah. I'm with you guys.

Great show.

I was trying to sing some nice songs. Yeah.

Love your bass playing.

Thanks. Yeah, it's like Cortez. No, what's his name? Pancho

Villa, the bass player in New York.

You seem to be having a little trouble with your beer.

Yeah, just a little bit.

I happen to be an expert in beer.

Oh, well, thank you.

Yeah. My name's, uh... Jay Bate.

How you doing, man? Good.

Awesome shot.

Really good. Oh, good.

Um, I'm Roxy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, um, I'm actually the, um... I'm actually the leader of, uh,

Gutterford. Oh, are you? Yeah. Oh, awesome. Yeah. I started the band.

Really? Yeah.

You up for a line?

Um, yeah, sure. Yeah?

So what's the name of your band?

Uh, Gotta Feel.

Gotta what? Gotta Feel.

Interesting.

Do you want your logo up here?

Yeah, that's alright.

Um,

I heard someone say that we're going to do that kind of thing or something.

Yeah, right.

They're good. Really?

Yeah, go for it.

Like Wednesday, we're going to Hot Studio.

Wednesday? Sure.

Sure. I'll check my schedule and see what I can do.

Let's do it then. Cool.

Fuck yeah.

Another one?

I'm in the mood tonight. Let's fucking do it. Sure.

Hey, fuck it. Leave her.

Thanks.

You sticking around for a while?

Yeah, I'll hang out for a while.

What have you done after this?

Whatever goes, really.

Cheers.

All right.

All

right.

Fifteen dollars, fifteen dollars already.

I'm moving, I'll strike this out already.

Fifteen dollars, if that makes you mad.

A big crew and I don't mean nothing.

Woo! I'm moving.

I'm shutting this all away.

I'm $15. I'm $15 already.

I'm moving. I'm shutting this all away.

Sometimes I don't wanna own my house Ooh, I

feel very lonely What's your life?

I can't dance.

I love you too.

Sometimes I wanna open my eyes.

Ooh, I've been on gaming lonely.

That's your life.

Woo!

Cultivator.

Hey, sure, baby. I'll take you back to the hotel.

Whatever you want. I'll look after you.

Come on.

Well, it looks like Jimmy Taranto is up shit creek without a paddle, as photos

have begun circulating the internet of Taranto splayed and restrained with a

rather large unidentified brown mass on his chest.

I'll have to sniff that one out.

Meanwhile, his manager, Mia McKissler, has dumped his sorry ass and left him to

sort out his mess on his own. Bitch.

His record company is in damaged control and they've invited the press down to

take happy snaps of Jimmy handing out food to the homeless.

However, it hasn't helped his record sale.

His new album has yet to enter the charts, and his single has dropped a

massive 124 places on the charts. What happened?

Jimmy's been caught with a scale on his chest. Ironically, his old band,

Guttafilth, will have reason to celebrate tonight, as their new single,

Feed Me, Fuck Me, Shut Up and Drive, has hit number one today.

Check it out here at Rock TV.

I should probably get going.

The record company is chucking us this big bash tonight to celebrate our

success. I was thinking I could pick you up about seven.

Sure.

Great. See you then.

Don't you know who I am?

Yeah, Mr Taranto.

But look, the bosses have told me tonight, if your name's not on the guest

list, you can't come here.

And going by this here, your name's not here, tells me fair luck.

Candy! Hey!

It's great to see you.

You look fantastic.

Hey, Jennifer.

Um, I really like your shoes.

See you on with these guys.

Actually, maybe you can help me out with a little problem I'm having.

Perhaps.

It's been some kind of fuck-up and they've forgotten to put my name on the

door list.

That's a shame.

Maybe we'll go in and I'll try and sort something out for you in there.

That'll be cool.

Yeah, I'll be hanging out here with you guys.

Trashy. You know what you are?

Tell me what I am.

A dirty, dirty girl.

What pretty lingerie.

And I can see your nipple through it.

Do you know what you need to complete your outfit?

Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips like you do when you suck

those cocks. I don't like to suck cock. All sluts suck cock.

Now rub your lips together.

There. Now you look like my little slut.

Like your little slut.

And you know what my little slut likes to do?

She likes to dance.

Show me how my slut dances.

Wiggle your hip.

Now throt.

Touch yourself.

Now get on your back.

What's my

You filthy pig, lick it up!

I think it's cool and kind of cool.

Suck it.

You've got a bunny in your hips are shaking.

You've got a bunny in your ass is quaking.

Come on, burn down the boulevard. Head is aching.

Burn down the boulevard.

S-S-S-Suck it!

I'm a bit of a rushy redhead.

I wrote a song called 35 for 40.

Want to know what it's about?

No, tell me.

It's about the time I spend between a woman's legs before I fuck her brains

out.

Really? That's nice.

Hey, Candy. Candy.

I'm so sorry.

I should have never left you. And I realise now you're the only woman for

me. And I know you and me make a really great team.

Jimmy, it's too late for that. Come on, Candy.

You know you couldn't do this without me.

Jimmy, wait. Come on, babe.

Jimmy, stop it. Hey, no!

No, I won't let you do this to me.

You'd be nothing without me. I made you who you are.

Jimmy, calm down.

Calm down.

It's all right.

I missed you.

And I love you.

Yeah, I missed you too.

Really?

I miss one thing about you.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, no.

Let's do it like old times.

I'll meet you in a minute.

Okay.

Make sure you hide.

Hey, babe.

Are you okay?

What was all that about?

Nothing.

Do you want to get out of here?

Sure. You okay?