Original subtitles

‐Boy Town in the house! ‐[club music playing]

[rolls tongue] Boy Town in the house!

Minus two. Boy Town minus two.

Yeah, Maxxx coming on the solo vibes.

What you saying, girls? Yo, Essex. Do you love Boy Town?

[indistinct chatter]

Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro. Naughty flex.

Mr‐‐ Mr Wrinkle.

[imitates music]

‐Ah, shit. Ow. ‐[Amit] Dad?

[Maxxx] Amit, just give me‐‐ give me a second.

‐Let's go, baby. ‐[keypad beeping]

[Jourdan] Hey, it's Jourdan, leave a message after the beep.

Yo, Jourdan D, what's going on? It's me, Maxxx OV.

Uh, I know you said I shouldn't call you anymore,

cause I, uh, drink too much, and I, uh, cheat. [laughs]

Man, don't say that. That's stupid.

[operator] To re‐record your message, press two.

Jourdan, what's good?

Yeah, I'm just out here in Japan about to do a show to ten thou,

in my fancy old dressing room, you know how we do.

You know, my Jacuzzi and that. Oh, that's all shit.

[operator] To re‐record your message.

‐Dad. ‐Just a minute.

[operator] To re‐record your message.

Jourdan, what's up?

‐[operator] To re‐record... ‐Maxxx on the mic. [chuckles]

[operator] If you're happy with your message, press...

[Maxxx] Ugh! Ah! Oh, shit!

Dad.

[Maxxx] Son, uh‐‐ give me a minute.

Dad?

♪ Love was blind And I was too blind ♪

[dial tone ringing]

[Jourdan] Hey, it's Jourdan, leave a message after the beep.

Hey, J, it's me, Maxxx. I, um...

I still love you.

‐[Amit] Dad. ‐[Maxxx] What?

Don't just walk in on a man in the toilet.

Can you give me like, one minute?

It's literally 30 seconds.

Dad, you know that crazy boss lady

‐with anger management issues? ‐Yeah.

She said you should have been on half an hour ago.

Well, she's gonna have to wait. They're gonna have to wait.

You all right? You look kind of sweaty.

Hmm, no I'm good. I'm good baby, I'm good.

I just feel like I might be having

a fucking panic attack or something... [laughs]

...and like three runny shits, and I can't leave a message

‐for my ex, so... ‐[operator] Message sent,

‐goodbye. ‐No, no, no, no, no, no.

‐Ugh, fu‐‐ ‐[theme music playing]

♪ They'll love you When you're up ♪

♪ They'll fit you for a crown ♪

‐[crowd cheering] ‐We made it baby!

‐♪ But now you're giving up ♪ ‐[crowd cheering]

[Maxxx] You're coming with me.

‐♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪ ‐[crowd cheering]

♪ A king or clown ♪

‐This city knows how to party! ‐♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

Is this guy drunk? What's going on here?

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

‐[indistinct chatter] ‐[police siren wailing]

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

[Maxxx] Naughty!

[clapping] [Maxxx] ♪ Jailbird baby ♪

♪ Can I see your ID? ♪

And then, Lucky would come in with a harmony,

Rico with the rap, but... [imitates music]

‐...all gone. Huh? ‐[girl] Oi! Give me some gems

‐for the club Instagram. ‐O‐‐ okay, Maxxx on the mic,

Maxxx on the mic. Pure consciousness vibes.

Our bodies are 80 percent water, but we use ten percent

of our brains, but we're all one.

Think about it.

Jeez. Numbers. [chuckles] You know what I mean?

‐[Kirsty] Hey, Old School? ‐Huh, what?

Your name didn't pull much of a crowd.

Nah, don't watch that, the Maxxx set's gonna bring the vibes.

I don't give a shit. I'm paying you half.

‐What? ‐You're late.

‐But Dad's contract says that‐‐ ‐Hey, big bang theory,

if your dad doesn't get on stage now

‐he's getting nothing. ‐Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

He's smarter than big bang theory.

Thank you very much. And I'm about to big bang

all over your club, Kirsty.

‐Watch out? ‐[presenter] It's Maxxx.

♪ It's about to go‐‐ ♪

‐[glasses shattering] ‐[Maxxx] Fuck you.

‐[crowd clamouring] ‐That went really, really,

‐really fucking far. ‐[woman] Oi, Maxxx.

Oh‐‐ Shit! What's wrong with you? Uh?

‐Okay, come on, let's go. ‐Dad, you're bleeding.

No, no, not my blood, son.

You utter fucknut, what is wrong with you?

Are you insane? We've had to call an ambulance.

No, listen, it's called crowd surfing dude,

and real audiences know how to do it safely.

Don't come in my face if your audiences don't know

how to do the basics.

[Kirsty] Oh, my God,

no amount of throwing your body weight on a crowd...

Jourdan, you're an international supermodel now.

I hope you don't mind me asking you about your private life.

But do you have time for romance?

I've met an amazing guy.

‐[ambient sound disappearing] ‐[Jourdan] Oh, yeah. I mean,

‐I'm in love right now. ‐[Jonathan] That's lovely,

isn't it, ladies and gentlemen? How lovely to hear?

‐[audience applauding] ‐[indistinct chatter]

[Kirsty] Now, take your little cuntourage

and get the fuck out of my club.

‐Stop filming. ‐[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Um, oi, give us your reaction

‐on Jourdan's new man. ‐Huh?

[girl] Could we get your reaction on JD's new boy?

Like your thoughts.

I'm good, I'm good. [laughs] Nah, we. We are Maxxx out here,

you know what I'm saying? Keep it Maxxxy.

Um, it's no big deal to me. You know, we've all been

in one of them situations where...

thinking about someone every day.

You wake up with them on your mind,

you go to sleep with them on your mind,

and you're... stalking them online.

And you're... day drinking. [laughs]

You're masturbating, just to get to sleep. I mean.

You're jacking that beanstalk.

[sniffles] Uh...

Can‐‐ sorry, can I, uh, start again?

All right, that's enough. You're a fucking nobody.

‐Hey, hey, I'm not a‐‐ ‐[boy] Oh, my God.

‐[laughs] I'm your biggest fan. ‐Yeah, nobody, yeah?

‐Nobody. Boom. ‐[boy] I can't believe...

...I'm getting a selfie with Craig David.

N‐‐ no, I'm not Craig David, bro, I'm Maxxx. Maxxx.

‐Craig David. ‐No, no, I'm Maxxx. I'm Maxxx.

‐Craig David. ‐I'm not Craig David.

I'm not fucking Craig David.

Hey. Oh, wait. That‐‐ that was self‐defence.

[birds chirping]

Dad, I don't think you should be taking those.

‐What are we even doing here? ‐She should be here by now.

You're gonna kill yourself with these pills.

[laughs] Come on, Amit, it's like man medicine.

It's good for me.

You know you've got me too, right?

And I got you, son.

We're gonna get this right.

[inhales deeply] Get some stability.

‐[thuds] ‐[both scream]

‐[Maxxx] Shit. [laughs] ‐Hi, oh, my God.

You remember Cousin Rose, right?

Yes, I remember you took a restraining order against her.

That was a long time ago. Okay, back up, back up,

‐back up, back up, beep‐beep. ‐[Rose] It's so nice to see you.

I cannot believe you called me.

Oh, come‐‐ Hey, no, c‐‐ cousin kisses,

I told you cousin kisses. Don't‐‐

‐Come on. Hey, yeah... ‐Oh, hi.

‐...this is my new PA. ‐Hi.

Hi, the Amster, how's it going? Put it there.

You remember Cousin Rose, right? All right, go on.

‐Bag's in the back. ‐Okay, yeah. Cool.

PA?

Uh, yeah, well. You know, she's all right.

And look, we need a place to stay.

Family is family.

‐[beatboxes] ‐You told the police

it was only a matter of time before she stabbed you

‐and took your skin as a trophy. ‐[squeaks awkwardly]

‐[sighs] ‐Uh, yes. Nice one, Rose.

[Rose exclaiming] I'm not gonna mess up

my first ever job, am I, bitches?

‐[Rose exclaiming] ‐[Maxxx] Come on.

West fucking Philadelphia.

[construction noise]

Mum's left me in charge of the renovations.

Where's Auntie Jackie?

Oh, since Dad died she's been on a grief cruise.

Your dad died three years ago.

Yeah, yeah. He left a massive void.

So, uh, don't worry about any of this.

You're gonna be in my room,

and I've kept it extra special for you. Come on.

‐[saw whirring] ‐[Rose] This way.

[Maxxx breathing deeply]

[Maxxx tuts]

‐Fuck. ‐[Jonathan] But I remember

when I‐‐ when I first met you, you were dating this guy,

‐from Boy Town. ‐[audience laughing]

[Jourdan] That's a very, very distant memory.

‐Fuck ‐Jesus, Dad,

you can't be doing that man.

Why are you even awake? You having death dreams again?

‐I'm already dead. ‐[sniffs]

You know, they say a man dies twice.

Once when his body dies, once when his name is said

for the last time.

But what happens when your name dies before your body?

Sounds kinda tradge.

With all the time you spend on Snapchat,

‐you'd think‐‐ ‐Fuck Snap.

I come from a generation that felt your power

'cause you came up in their face.

The Louis C. K. generation?

[Maxxx] What the hell has this guy

got that the Maxxx doesn't have?

Maybe he doesn't refer to himself in the third person.

I mean, look at the young me. Six packs, sexy, buffness.

This is the guy that she fell in love with.

This guy. This guy.

How do I become you again?

Ooh!

I got it. [laughs] I got it.

No, Dad, what are you doing?

[grunts] I'm going to the top, son.

Daddy's got a plan.

We going back to the top. We going back to‐‐

Do you believe in me?

Do you... [imitates Amit] Yes, I believe in you, Dad.

You are the best in the whole wide world.

Boom. [laughs]

[lighter clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

[lighter clicking continues]

‐Grime? ‐Sorry.

‐You pitching grime? ‐Oh, no. No, no.

I've got this, um, really interesting indie band

called Le Mec. [chuckles] They're Parisian, so.

No. What sort of band are you pitching?

‐Grime. ‐Oh. Fresh. [chuckles]

Is it your first time pitching for Don Wild, yeah?

[scoffs] No. [chuckles] Wait, how can you tell?

I ain't never seen no one put no smiley faces

‐on their graph. ‐[Tamzin] Oh, right. This, yeah,

well, um, some people think that I can be a bit dry.

So, um, I thought I'd put some fun back

into the fundamental statistical analysis

of adolescent SoundCloud trends.

Ah, you must have had bare friends in school.

‐[laughs] ‐Ah, well I was voted

school representative three years in a row so, yeah,

pretty cool thank you. [laughs]

‐Which one's Tamzin? ‐[Tamzin] Oh.

‐Hey, yo, yo, yo. ‐Hmm.

‐Yo, come link me later, yeah? ‐Oh, no, I am on LinkedIn,

so let's definitely connect. Yeah. Toodles. Bye.

[electronic French indie playing]

[Tamzin] Now, I wanted to use our first meeting

to present Le Mec, um...

now, I‐‐ I know that he's avant‐garde

‐and artistically risky, but‐‐ ‐[shushes]

[music continues]

‐Follow me, grasshopper ‐[receptionist exclaiming]

[Don] You and I need to go on a little walk.

‐Come here, sister. ‐[music stops]

‐What do you see? ‐It's J‐Lo.

Sixty million units.

My home in Marbella. What do you see?

‐It's, uh, Ricky Martin. ‐Eighty million units,

and my first private jet.

‐What do you see? ‐Ugh, a depressing

‐HBO documentary. ‐A gabillion units.

You need to stay a little more focused.

What I'm driving at here, whatever your name is?

‐Tamzin, it's Tamzin. ‐Yeah, what did‐‐ well, Tamzin,

I want someone who's gonna move units.

You understand what I'm saying? And this industry of ours,

we are being drowned by streams.

‐Streaming, it's streaming‐‐ ‐Choked to death, right?

I don't‐‐ I don't want art from your French kiddy fiddler.

I want a money maker.

So... when you're ready to be a wild child

and bring someone like them around...

‐we'll do something. ‐[receptionist] Oh , don't,

you can't go in there, excuse me.

‐Yahtzee. ‐Maxxx?

Sorry, I'm in the middle of something here.

Don't worry, babe, me and Don go way back.

‐I thought you were dead. ‐Oh, I'm Maxxx by the way.

Oh, I know who you are.

You almost single‐handedly destroyed the biggest boy band

of 2006.

But I saw them dragging you

out of the bottom of my swimming pool.

No, I‐‐ I don't know who that was bro, it's me.

I've just been working on the DL,

because real G's work in silence like lasagne.

‐Oh, God. ‐Think about it though.

Now listen, I've got some good news for you.

♪ I'm making a comeback ♪

That wasn't my best one, but I want you to know.

If you manage me again We going to the tippity.

Liked it better when you were dead.

Come on, baby, we were a super team together.

‐Eh... ‐Manage my comeback.

[laughs] I'd have better luck managing a comeback for Ja Rule.

‐[phone beeps] ‐[whispers] Get me security.

Hey, no. Come on man, you owe me.

2008, I swallowed that condom of mescaline for you

on the way to Burning Man.

[grunts] I feel like bubble gum.

‐Oh, sir, it's okay. [laughs] ‐I feel like bubble gum.

I haven't been the same since then, bro.

Okay? I have waking dreams that death is chasing me.

I get heart palpitations, I'm not okay.

So, I hear you, but I don't like you.

‐Nobody likes you ‐Oh, my fucking God.

‐Who in the hell is this? ‐[Don] Maxxx, meet Barnaby.

‐[groaning] He can't do that. ‐I pay him to do that.

Shit, no. Please, Don, I need this.

I'm fucking desperate man.

‐Papa, papa. ‐Amit, Amit go back to the car.

‐What the fuck? ‐Leave my dad alone.

‐Aw, you kept the orphan. ‐Daddy‐‐ Daddy's fine.

‐Dad, Dad! ‐[Maxxx talking indistinctly]

Actually, people do like Maxxx.

Well, not Maxxx on his own.

Uh, but, Boy Town as a group are surprisingly resilient

in terms of units.

‐[pants] ‐Continue.

Twenty percent of fans drive 80 percent of the band's sales,

and they are women over fifty who still buy CDs

which are worth millions in casual streams.

[whispers] That's what I was trying to say.

Comebacks can make money, but you need the whole band.

Nobody wants a three fingered hand job.

I can do that. I can get the band back together.

Me, Rico, Lucky, we're on a WhatsApp group.

We love each other like step‐brothers man.

‐Good. ‐So, it's a deal.

I get the band back together. You manage the Maxxx.

I ain't gonna manage shit.

I'd rather staple my tits to my knees and do sit‐ups.

‐She's gonna manage you. ‐Absolutely not.

‐I was here for Le Mec. ‐[Maxxx] Dude, dude,

she looks like a librarian.

‐Excuse me. ‐[Don] Quiet.

You do look like a librarian. I have spoken.

Get the band together.

I'm giving you both a chance.

And you get just one.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Get the fuck out of here.

Amit... meet me in the car.

You better watch yourself. Don't sneak up on a brother

otherwise I'll‐‐ Oh, no, no.

[sighs] Oh, God. Fuck's sake. It's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be fine. You got this. Yep.

[clears throat]

‐You can do this, Tamzin. ‐[Maxxx] Hey, baby.

Did the one hand wash, it's faster.

Okay, right. If we're gonna work together,

let's get to work.

So... which one out of your former band mates

are we approaching first, Lucky or Rico?

Now I know I said it'd be easy to get the band back together.

‐Rico doesn't‐‐ ‐Yeah, no. No, no.

‐Okay, baby girl. Baby girl, ‐No, no, no. Stop. Stop.

‐Stop. Stop. ‐I'm gonna‐‐ Okay.

Did you know, that when women spend

a lot of time together, our menstrual cycles sync?

I'm woke enough to talk about periods.

It's because of the old factory system,

we sync to the most dominant woman.

So, for my third year at Cheltenham Ladies,

to my final year at Oxford, everyone within two floors

of my dorm room was synced to me

‐within a month. ‐I see.

I'm an alpha uterus, you're a little boy,

and I'm not going to get fired because of you.

I'm not your baby, I'm the boss.

So... who are we going to convince first?

Okay. Let's go talk to my old buddy, Rico.

He's a pussy cat.

Fuck off. Toxic piece of shit.

Fucking dip shit, inauthentic prick.

‐Fuck off. ‐[intercom hanging up]

Uh, he's gonna take a little warming up,

but let's go see Lucky.

‐He is a wild man. ‐Mm.

I mean, if you think I'm wild... [laughs] ...I mean,

get ready to meet the party king.

[machine beeping]

Too many years of not taking care of himself.

Honestly, probably won't make it more than a few weeks.

There's absolutely no chance he'll be back on stage again.

‐Ugh! Fuck. ‐[thudding]

‐[doctor] Yeah‐‐ shh. ‐[Maxxx] Sorry, sorry

[shouting indistinctly]

‐They were very close. ‐Yes, look. I understand,

but Lucky really needs a peaceful environment.

‐Yeah, yeah. ‐Too much stress around him

isn't good for his heart. [whispers] So, please.

How could that‐‐ Okay. Listen, uh, Doc,

can I just get a couple of minutes

alone with him, please.

It really would mean the world to me.

‐[whispers] Yes, of course. ‐[whispers] Thank you.

‐Thank you. ‐But, please, I must stress...

‐[whispers] Oh, my God. ‐Shh.

‐I respect your work. Thank you. ‐[chuckles]

‐Thank you. Thank you. ‐Thank you for all you do

for us.

[whispers] We're making a comeback, bro.

Don Wild wants to make us famous again,

so just snap on out of it.

You disturbed the other patients.

No. Hey, look, its fine, it's fine. It's fine.

It's my brother. Listen, don't fuck with me, bro.

‐Get better. Better, better! ‐Shh.

‐You need you to wake up, bro. ‐[speaks foreign language]

I need you to wake up. Come on, baby.

‐Wake up. Wake up. ‐[gasps]

It's fine, this is my brother. This is the way we used to play.

This is the way we used to play. Come on, bro.

‐Come‐‐ Huh? ‐[heart monitor beeping]

Oh, shit. Uh, that wasn't me,

‐I didn't do anything. ‐[speaks foreign language]

Maxxx, it's over, let the doctors‐‐

‐It's not over. He's a fighter. ‐It's over.

Come on, Lucky.

I'ma see you next week. I'ma see...

[woman sobbing]

[sobbing] No, no.

Welcome, welcome.

Ah! Now if you're interested in history,

I could give you a tour of the church.

Keep him moving, bro, no one is falling

for that shit anymore. Okay?

Yo, on your bike. Ed, Ed.

This place is popping with celebrities.

I just did a line of coke in the toilets with Madonna.

With Madonna, not the Madonna, but‐‐

It is truly remarkable watching your one brain cell

fighting for dominance.

Stop trying to hang out with celebrities.

That's the point of celebrity funerals:

networking. That's what you said.

‐That's‐‐ I did not say that. ‐But the dream

of your career reunion is over, so just get it through

‐your skull. ‐Is Don‐‐ is Don here?

‐Yes. ‐Okay, great.

‐So? ‐Because.

Think about this, death sells.

Right? Biggie Smalls dies, suddenly Puffy is selling Sting

to black people. Think about that for a second.

Sting to black people. That's the power of death.

Don't sit near me.

Haters gon' hate.

So long, brother.

[laughs] See you soon.

‐[Amit] You cool, Dad? ‐Huh, yeah. I just... [sniffs]

Funerals, you know, they make me feel weird.

In Eastern philosophy, death and rebirth

are two sides of ying and yang.

With death, something new is born.

You're a weird fucking kid.

But I appreciate you, thank you.

More time in Nietzschean thinking,

‐death is a cruel joke. ‐Okay.

‐It's meaningless. ‐All right, all right, bro.

That's enough.

Well, this is the three fingered hand job nobody wanted.

Oh, is‐‐ is this a good time to talk about Le Mec?

It'll never be a good time to talk about Le Mec.

‐Okay. Okay. ‐Ever.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, Maxxx, I saved you a seat like you asked.

‐[Maxxx] Great. Amit. ‐Sorry, who is this?

Uh, I'm his PA/Social Media Manager.

‐[hisses] Hey, Rico. Rico. ‐What are you doing?

‐Huh? Organising the reunion. ‐Yeah, 'cause he's a genius.

Look, I don't have the time or the crayons to explain to you

why that won't work, but Rico hates you.

Uh, no. No one hates Maxxx.

Why? Because I had sex with his sister?

I heard you gave his sister herpes.

‐[whispers] You have herpes? ‐Everyone has herpes.

‐[woman shushes] ‐[Maxxx] Okay.

Sorry.

Everyone has herpes, it's a very common virus.

It's where cold sores come from.

‐Shh. Respect the family. ‐You shush.

I'm trying to enjoy a funeral. Okay, thank you.

[priest] Everyone please welcome

Lucky's mother... Theresa.

Don't you dare.

[Theresa] It's so good to see

so many people here today.

‐What are you doing? ‐[Theresa] He affected

‐so many lives. ‐It's my good luck.

The meaningful relationships from... chance encounters.

I should take chances.

‐You should take chances. ‐Exactly.

I'm just crushed at the loss of my son.

I should be crushing it.

‐You should crush it. ‐Why aren't I crushing it?

[sobs] He was such a good boy.

I should be taking chances. Okay.

‐Rose. [inhales sharply] ‐[Theresa] Oh, God.

‐[whispering] What're you doing? ‐Maxxx time.

What are you‐‐ Sit down.

[Theresa] When he was seven years old,

‐he said Mummy. I love you. ‐Aw. Yeah, aw. I'm feeling it.

I'm gonna let you finish, I'm gonna let you finish.

I just wanna‐‐ Sorry. Just one minute. I just.

Listen, I get we're all hurting.

Okay, I just wanna say while the spirit catch me.

Uh, if you don't know me, I'm Maxxx.

Probably, I may have a single coming out later this year,

but that's not important. What's important is...

we're hurting, right, and I get that.

I've been crying every morning for the past two years.

[chuckles] Right. But that is not what it's about.

It's not about me.

No. It's about my man Lucky. I miss you, brother.

I miss you. Still cold.

Now, I wanna say, there has been a lot of chat,

no offence, but a lot of talk. But Lucky was about song.

He was about music.

And so, I wanna bring it back right now, Boy Town reunion.

Rico, I am calling on you my brother

with God as my witness. Harmony, me, and you.

‐♪ How do I say goodbye... ♪ ‐[Theresa gasping]

‐You're welcome. ‐[sobs]

♪ To what we had? ♪

Come in. ♪The good times ♪

Come on in, baby.

♪ The good times ♪

Come on.

First verse, solo.

♪ And the bad ♪

Lamar.

♪ To what we had ♪

Everybody's hurting. We bring the remix.

With a little bit of Lucky. Inside the coffin.

♪ We've got, and the bad ♪

He loved the reggae. You love the reggae too Mama Lucky.

♪ And if we ♪

Come in with the third.

♪ Gave, gave, if we gave ♪

[congregation muttering]

♪ Gave to be together ♪

♪ To what we had ♪

‐♪ It's been so hard ♪ ‐[people sobbing]

‐Together forever. ‐[all gasp]

Ugh. Just want you to know,

‐we are fine. ‐[indistinct chatter]

‐Watch your fingers, mate. ‐[people sobbing]

The Holy Spirit is with us, I feel you.

Jehovah, InshAllah, the Buddhist one.

Okay, let's make ourselves one promise.

‐We're gonna cheer up... ‐[sobs]

...because it's been hard on everyone, okay?

‐Not just you. Thank you. ‐[indistinct chatter]

‐Oh, bravissimo. Bravissimo. ‐[people sobbing]

[Maxxx sighing, sniffing]

I, uh, I think that went well.

[sighs]

♪ They'll love you When you're up ♪

♪ They'll fit you for a crown ♪

♪ But now you're giving up ♪

♪ Are you a king or clown? A king or clown ♪

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ Are you, are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ A king or clown ♪