All language subtitles for Metal Lords (2022) (NetNaija.com)

[heavy metal music playing]

[heavy metal music blasting]

-[music stops]
-[Hunter] Ugh! This pick sucks.

[heavy metal music resumes]

-[music stops]
-My strap's not right. That's…

Okay. Okay, there we go.

[heavy metal music resumes]

-[music stops]
-Cocks.

All right, hold on.
Let's scoop that midrange.

-[resumes playing]
-Nice.

One, two, three, four!

[playing sloppily]

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

What was that?

I was just-- You said play something fast.

[tuts] Did you read the music
that I wrote for you?

[Kevin] Yeah.

Do you know what polyrhythms are?

Yeah.

[Kevin] I don't.

[heavy metal music playing]

These aren't my drums.
They belong to Hunter.

And he came up with the band name.
I don't play the drums, I play the drum.

This drum, in marching band for two years.

I do it to get out of PE,
but Hunter says that doesn't matter.

All it takes to be great
is commitment and sacrifice,

which is what metal's all about.

Or maybe it's about power,

or sticking it to the man,
or denim, or motorcycles, or speed,

or the devil.

I don't totally understand it,
but Hunter says I don't have to.

All I have to do is--

-Play something heavy, man.
-Okay.

Like, uh… "Rock of Ages"?

Heavy.

[plays metal riff] Play… something heavy.

Play… something heavy.

[beats drums loudly]

[clanging]

[stops playing]

[sighing, blowing raspberries]

We need a bass player.

-[Kevin] Mm.
-A bass player will be huge for us.

-Yeah, no doubt.
-No doubt.

No doubt.

[marching band music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[whistle blowing in distance]

[playing clarinet out of tune]

[playing out of tune]

-Stop. Stop.
-[music stops]

That's enough for today.

Emily, can I talk to you for a second?

[sighs] The song you're playing
is not the song they are playing.

I'm not sure you're even playing a march.

We've talked about this.
You have to listen and play.

It's an orchestra, right?
I know we're in a marching band, but--

I see you're upset.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck! I don't give a fuck
about what I'm playing!

I don't give a fuck
about what they're playing!

Fuck you!

Fuck your shitty band!

-[whizzes]
-Fucking bullshit!

-Too bad she can't play like she throws.
-I don't give a fuck, so fuck you!

Fuck you!

-["Metal Gods" playing]
-Cunt!

You can't say that in America.

[Kevin] That seems pretty metal to me,
but I'm not sure.

- [school bell ringing]
-I'll ask Hunter about it.

He's been into many things
since I met him,

but he's stuck with metal
longer than any of them.

When his mom left in seventh grade,
he decided it was the key to everything.

If we devote ourselves to metal,
we'll own this school.

[girl] Watch it.

[Kevin] Everybody will see what we
really are and worship us like gods.

I'm willing to give it a try.

Hunter's been my best friend

ever since he stopped Molly Levine
from pulling out my hair in third grade.

He always looks out for me.

[song intensifies]

-[grunts]
-[locker clanks]

[Hunter] Skip Hoffman sucks pig dicks.

I don't think he was trying to hit me.
I was just in the way.

-[Skip] Clay Moss.
-[Clay] You ready for the game?

What I'm ready for
is your homecoming after-party, man.

Yep, my parents are in Geneva.

So bring the whole school
if you want, man, seriously.

-Tell whoever. Everybody's invited.
-All right.

-[Clay] Peace out, bro.
-[Skip] Catch you.

[indistinct chatter]

[Hunter] Hey, man.

What's up?

Asked your mom about the double bass kit?

What'd she say?

She said she doesn't have
a thousand dollars.

[clears throat]

Okay, well, what about
a double bass pedal?

Won't get the resonance,
but we'll have that attack.

Yeah, she said
she doesn't have $150 either.

[Hunter] She's in my speech class.
I think she's English.

Scottish. I don't know.

I heard she went apeshit
on the band teacher.

[Kevin] Yeah.

That's one messed up chick.

["Shape of You" intro playing]

[excited chatter]

♪ The club isn't the best place
To find a lover ♪

♪ So the bar is where I go ♪

[Kevin] I've never been to a party.

I always wondered
what people like this did at them.

People whose bands
didn't have names like Skullfucker.

Now I know.

Here we are…

in the middle of it all.

♪ And then we start to dance
And now I'm singing like ♪

♪ Girl, you know I want your love ♪

♪ Your love was handmade… ♪

This rules.

Awesome idea.

He said everybody's invited.

♪ Boy, let's not talk too much… ♪

How do they do it?

What are you talking about?

This is like three chords and they still
can't get it right. They suck.

Look at the drummer.

-He's high out of his mind.
-[plays offbeat]

I mean, them, all of them.
How did they just… do this,

like it's the easiest thing ever?

Okay, listen to me.
Things are gonna happen for us.

Someday, all these people
are gonna be like,

"Holy shit!
Kevin Schlieb and Hunter Sylvester?"

"I went to high school with those guys."

"I could've even hung out
with them, maybe."

But it's gonna be too late,

'cause we're gonna be too busy hanging out
with the guys from Iron Maiden.

♪ Oh-I-oh-I-oh-I-oh-I ♪

♪ I'm in love with your body ♪

♪ Every day discovering
Something brand-new ♪

♪ Oh, I'm in love with the shape of you
One week in… ♪

[drum solo playing]

[note bending on electric guitar]

Great.

-[rock music playing]
-[students cheering]

Hunter, it's not that bad, actually,
once you get used to it. Seriously.

Hunter, seriously,
our band is gonna be so awesome.

I'm gonna practice like five hours a day.
I'm gonna be better than Ringo Starr.

-Mmm.
-[Clay on mic] Hey!

-[band playing "We Dem Boyz"]
-[cup clattering]

Whoo! Heavy metal rules!

I have to go pee.

-I'll drive you home when you're finished.
-After. After pee-pee.

[Clay] ♪ Hol up, we dem boyz ♪

♪ Hol up, we dem boyz ♪

[sounds echoing faintly]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up ♪

♪ We dem boyz ♪

-[students laughing]
-♪ Hol up, we dem boyz ♪

♪ Hol up, we dem boyz ♪

♪ Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle… ♪

What are you staring at?

You.

Why?

Because you're pretty.
Why else do people stare at you?

People don't stare at me.

-That's dumb.
-What?

Why don't they?

I could give you a million reasons.
[chuckles]

My face is too narrow…

[Kevin] I am talking to a girl.
I'm not even afraid of her.

Beer is amazing.

…and I'm very pale.

[Kevin] This party was a great idea.
I don't care what Hunter says.

-And my nose…
-Even he must be having fun right now.

What's happening, man?

Hey, he just called you a dipshit.

-No. No, I--
-What did you call me?

I didn't say anything to anybody. I swear.

Yes, you did.

Really?

[inhales deeply]

Really.

[Hunter grunts, groans]

[girl] That's why they don't stare at me.

They all stare at her.

Her? I could've stared at her.

I-- I don't-- I don't know either of you.
I'm an impartmentege.

I'm an impart-- impartial judge.

You're funny.

-[thuds] Ow!
-[Clay continues singing "We Dem Boyz"]

Ah!

[distorted music playing]

[distorted feedback ringing]

Ah!

[feedback stops]

[chuckling]

Dude, what the fuck?

Are you good, bruh? You hurt?

-Here, let me help you.
-No, no. Let me help you.

Take lessons.

-You guys suck… bruh.
-[students] Ooh.

I'm sorry that you feel that way.
Do you play?

Yeah, I have a band.

Me and my friend over here. A real band.

A serious band.

Not like you fucktards.

[students gasp]

[indistinct chatter]

Got it. Um, I guess we'll be seeing you
at the Battle of the Bands then.

There hasn't been a Battle of the Bands
since Dave Migdall hung brain on stage.

There is this year.

Go sign up with Dean Swanson,
but maybe don't say "fucktard,"

'cause she's
a Special Olympics ambassador.

[students laugh]

All right, guys.
Let's keep this party going!

Give me your car keys.

[cheering]

-Come on.
-[keys jingle]

[band continues playing]

[gagging]

[grunts] Mm.

[metal music playing]

[music intensifies]

Hey.

I was next.

[music stops]

Hunter, I am busy.

If you'd like to wait
until I am done with the Merinos--

I demand you let us compete
in the Battle of the Bands.

Okay.

Not letting us play just because
we're a post-death metal band

would be a complete violation
of our First Amendment rights.

Your First Amendment rights
as a minor are unclear,

but I agree it would be wrong
to exclude you.

[scoffs] So why didn't
anybody tell us about it?

-I wasn't aware you had a death metal--
-[Frank] Post-death.

Thank you, Frank.

A post-death metal band.

You're welcome to participate,

as long as your performance
is appropriate.

[metal music playing]

I had to work on her, but we're in.

Awesome.

So I guess we should start
looking for a bass player, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

This is huge for us.

Battle of the Bands is where
it starts for people. Check it out.

-Troy Nix.
-[Kevin chuckles softly]

Jesus.

Guitarist and singer of Kiloton,
Battle of the Bands winners 1996.

They were gods.

No one in this school
liked heavy music same as now,

but Kiloton terrorized their way
straight to victory.

By 1997,

they were considered the greatest
unsigned metal band in the country.

They could have been right up there
with Metallica or Pantera,

but they broke up.

I think drinking was involved.

But you and me,
that's not gonna happen to us.

This is our moment.
Heavy music is gonna rise up.

We win the Battle of the Bands,
parlay that win into gigs,

and then those gigs score us a deal.

Okay. Uh…

-What kind of deal?
-[school bell rings]

Cocks. Okay.
I've gotta get all the way to C Hall.

But, um, meet me after school.
We've got work to do.

["The Trooper" plays]

Hail Satan.

'Sup, Robbie?

-Hop in.
-Where are we going?

[revs engine]

♪ You'll take my life
But I'll take yours too… ♪

[Kevin] It doesn't seem metal
to ask if he's got his dad's permission,

-so I won't.
-[tires screech]

[door chiming]

But this…

This definitely seems metal, right?
I mean, I think it does.

I'm not sure my mom and dad will.

[Hunter] These drums
are gonna be huge for us.

[Kevin] He's right.

-[music stops]
-They're huge.

[beatboxing]

[plays erratically]

[cymbals clanging loudly]

[sighs]

[loud banging]

[man] Shut the fuck up!

Can I borrow the car?

If you drop your brother off first.

Your father will pick him up
between shifts.

[door closes]

[Kevin sighs]

I'm the best at crawl,
and I can tread water the second longest.

That's good, Earl.

And I can do the best cannonball,
everybody says.

What's all this stuff?

My drums.

Drums are dumb.

Yeah. [sighs]

[cello playing Bach's "Cello Suite No. 1"
in distance]

[cello playing grows louder]

I thought you were a clarinet player.

No. [chuckles] No.

That was just so
I could do marching band instead of PE.

I do that too.

I'm Kevin.

Emily.

[Kevin] Um…

I saw you on the field.

[sighs]

Yeah, that was my fault.

I hadn't taken my meds for, like…

[inhales] …a week.

I-- I take Pepcid, so…

Mm.

Do you like… heavy metal at all?

Like Rock of Ages?

[chuckles softly]

Uh, no.

More like…

post-death doom metal?

I don't know what that is.

[plays "Machinery of Torment"]

[chuckles]

[laughs]

["Hail to the King"
by Avenged Sevenfold playing]

And the Slippers of Spider Climbing
go to Malmsteen of Gorgoroth.

[Dr. Sylvester laughs]

What kind of girlie name
is Malmsteen of Gorgoroth?

I don't know, Dad. Why don't you ask
one of your real housewives

while you're shoving water balloons
into their tits?

Plastic surgeon.

[Kevin] I understand Dungeons & Dragons
even less than metal,

but it's a chance for us
to hang out with new people,

especially ones who play the bass.

[Rex] Malmsteen…

[Kevin] If he joins Skullfucker,
then we're a band, right?

-So we can play Battle of the Bands.
-[clacks]

If people like us,
maybe they'll ask us to play some parties.

I hope Hunter likes this guy.

Sometimes he's not so nice to people
when he's uncomfortable.

Being around his dad makes him--

Well, Malmsteen just can't believe

that a halfling rogue
would be dumb and ungrateful enough

to try and rip off a half-orc barbarian

who just saved him from five ice toads.

But he thinks he'll show mercy.

Until he remembers
that mercy is for the weak.

Malmsteen pulls out Hell Slinger,
his +3 great sword…

Hunter.

…and he tells Auriac Stormhollow
to shut his glory hole

before he starts his first attack.

[clacks loudly]

-Plus ten, that's a hit.
-Hunter, don't be an idiot.

[Hunter] He runs the blade
between the thief's ribs.

-Second attack.
-[clacks loudly]

Uh-oh!

There goes the leg.

And for the final attack…

Oh, shit.

Head over to Dr. Sylvester's
for some post-op implants,

because I just chopped off your dick.

[pounds]

[Dr. Sylvester laughing]

[Dr. Sylvester] Sure. Sure.

You just remember that those implants
are what paid for your guitar,

your incel action figures,

and all your dumbass
Satan-worship T-shirts!

I'm gonna go play tennis!

Did you see my American Express?

[Hunter] Where are you going?

Leaving.

This sucks compared to Call of Duty.
Kevin, see you in class.

Hunter, we were going to ask him
to play bass for us.

He says he's pretty good.

It's for the best.
We can never trust a guy like that.

["Painkiller" by Judas Priest
playing over stereo]

[Kevin] I'm telling you,
she's really good.

[Hunter] We need a bass player.
A metal bass player.

[Kevin] She can be metal.

[Hunter] That's the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.

Why? Why is that the most ridiculous thing
you've ever heard?

Because a cello-playing girl
is so non-metal

that even thinking about it
is evaporating my balls.

A lot of the time, Hunter,
I don't know what you're talking about.

Metal, not metal… Uh…

Maybe I'm just not right for Skullfucker.

Okay, switch places with me.

-What?
-Just do it.

Slide over.
Open the door, but don't get out.

-[boy] Did you get her number?
-[Skip] Of course I got it.

[boy] Then, what is it?

[Skip] I know I said I'd get her number,
but I got her Snapchat.

-Snapchat is actually…
-No! No, no, no, no.

-No, no, no, no.
-[Skip] It's fine.

-It's the same thing.
-It's not the same thing. You know it.

What?

Suck it, cunt.

[grunts] Ow!

Go, go! Fuck!

Go! Fuck! Fuck!

Go, go, go, go, go!

["Painkiller" by Judas Priest
plays loudly]

Why? Why did you do that?

Truth to power, bitch! Drive!

Why?

[tires screeching]

♪ Faster than a bullet ♪

♪ Terrifying scream ♪

♪ Enraged and full of anger ♪

♪ He's half man and half machine ♪

Drive. If he gets close enough,
you're just as fucked as I am.

You slow down, you die. That's metal.

That is a dumb Keanu Reeves movie!

[car engines roaring]

♪ Planets devastated ♪

Oh, shit.

♪ Mankind's on its knees… ♪

Watch out. He'll see you in the mirrors
if he gets close enough.

[Kevin whimpers] What am I doing? Oh, God!

[whimpering]

[shuddering] You're an asshole.

♪ Evil's going under deadly wheels ♪

-♪ He is the Painkiller… ♪
-[tires screeching]

Okay. We can shake him.

-Turn left on Aspen.
-[whimpers]

[tires screeching]

Oh.

[tires screeching]

-Don't slow down. Keep going straight.
-To where? Where?

-There!
-[Kevin] I… We will not fit in there!

I know this car!

-Fucking do it!
-[screams]

-Whoo!
-[Kevin screaming]

-No, no, no!
-[Hunter] Whoo!

[whooping maniacally]

[laughs maniacally]

[Hunter] Oh, fuck!

-[laughing maniacally]
-Oh, shit.

Whoa!

[Hunter] Fuck you! Fuck you!

[brakes screeching]

[revving engine]

Dude.

[tires screeching]

[both groan]

[Kevin] I understand now.

Metal is commitment,

and speaking truth to power,
and sticking it to the man, and speed.

That was fucking awesome.

[Kevin] Metal is taking the wheel.

[bell tolls]

[Kevin] What's this?

-Homework.
-["For Whom The Bell Tolls" plays]

Black Sabbath.

Iron Maiden.

Judas Priest.

Metallica.

Anthrax.

Slayer.

Megadeth.

Motörhead.

Guns N' Roses.

Rage Against the Machine.

Pantera.

Emperor. Tool. Dio.

Meshuggah. Opeth. Slipknot.

Mastodon. Lamb of God.

This is your history now.

Learn it. Live it.

Do lines of it in the bathroom.

I'll be working on this.

It's the solo to "Machinery."

It fucking shreds.

-[electric guitar riff plays]
-I had these made up.

For luck.

[Kevin chuckles]

I'll get to work on this, then.

[plays distorted chord]

[playing high notes]

[stops playing] Cocks.

[playing high notes]

[stops playing] Fuck me, okay.

[Bach's "Cello Suite No. 1" playing]

[Bach's "Cello Suite No. 1" continues]

[stops playing]

["War Pigs" playing]

Ah!

[playing drumbeats]

Fuck.

["War Pigs" fading in]

["War Pigs" intro plays]

♪ Generals gathered in their masses ♪

♪ Just like witches at black masses ♪

♪ Evil minds that plot destruction ♪

♪ Sorcerer of death's construction ♪

♪ In the fields, the bodies burning ♪

♪ As the war machine keeps turning ♪

♪ Death and hatred to mankind ♪

♪ Poisoning their brainwashed minds ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, yeah! ♪

[song continues]

♪ Politicians hide themselves away ♪

♪ They only started the war ♪

♪ Why should they go out to fight? ♪

♪ They leave that role to the poor ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

[song stops]

Hey. Um…

Hi. [breathing heavily]

[plays first notes of "War Pigs"]

[plays first notes]

[both play "War Pigs" intro]

[Kevin] Man, she's amazing.

Maybe Hunter'll change his mind about her
when I tell him how much she shreds.

[teacher] …enunciation and projection.

These are two of the most important tools
in your communications toolbox.

Enunciation is the way we shape
the sounds that come out of our mouths.

-[knock on door]
-[door opens]

[male student] Uh…

Dean Swanson
wants to see Hunter Sylvester.

["Blood and Thunder" plays]

[muffled grunts]

[muffled grunting]

♪ I think that someone
Is trying to kill me ♪

♪ Infecting my blood ♪

-♪ And destroying my mind ♪
- [muffled screams]

[groans]

[music stops]

[shaver buzzing]

[Hunter] They only got
suspended two weeks.

Swanson wanted a month,
but their ass-rapist coach intervened.

Yeah, still, they're gone.

They can't come back
to campus or anything.

But when they come back,
they'll totally ass-rape me

for getting them suspended
in the first place.

Getting them suspended? It's their fault.

They defaced your hair.

I flicked him in the chops first.

Okay, well, at Clay Moss's party,

they pushed you into the speaker
in front of everybody.

They started it.

Yeah, I don't think
your average suburban Nazi shitbag

is gonna see it that way.

[buzzing stops]

How is it?

It's cool. Yeah, it's cool. Yeah.

[quietly] Yeah.

Yeah, I kind of look like Jason Newsted
from Metallica, the bass player.

Hmm.

Oh, right, the one who got fired.

[Hunter] It's more Viking than Newsted.

[Kevin] Yeah, like the school mascot.

No. No, not like the school mascot.

Less like the school mascot
than anything on Earth.

More like a baby's dick
than the school mascot.

If a baby's dick grew its own baby dick,
then my hair would be more like--

[brooding heavy metal music plays]

[plays heavy metal progression]

[pick slides]

[distorted music blasting]

[playing heavy metal music]

[sustaining screeching note]

[door opens]

Sorry I'm so late.
Glad you guys are still here.

[Kevin] No… No problem.

[Hunter] No, yeah, not at all.

Uh… Yeah. Um, so…

Um…

What do you know?

Well, how about you guys start playing
and I'll work my way in.

Cool.

Um…

How far have you gone in the… the thing--

Yeah. I… I got through Metallica,
Judas Priest.

I'm in the middle of Slayer right now
and I'm having a little bit of trouble--

Okay. Okay. Let's try, uh…

Let's try "For Whom the Bell Tolls."
Okay? You got it, Kev?

[Hunter] Yeah, okay.

One, two, three, four. One, two.

[all playing "For Whom the Bell Tolls"]

[playing bass awkwardly]

Yeah. Okay, cool. All right, man.

Let's…

That was cool.
Le-- Um, let's try playing the song.

Let's try playing the song,

and we can see
how we vibe together as a band,

and then we'll work on
all the stage-show elements later.

Right. Cool.

-[Kevin] Two, three, four.
-[all playing "For Whom The Bell Tolls"]

-[grunts]
-[clatters]

[playing random notes, grunts]

[music stops]

[continues plucking string]

I just--

Um, I'm, like, kind of getting confused,
'cause I just don't know what else to do.

[Clay] Dude, you can play,
or you can be wasted,

but you can't play wasted.
It's not working out.

We don't need a bass player
to beat those stooges.

Just keep it us two.

Okay. Like, uh… White Stripes.

[scoffs] Weak. No, here, check this out.

It's just two guys.

[scream metal playing over earphones]

It means that we wouldn't have to split
our contest winnings three ways…

[faintly] Something to consider.

[music continues over earphones]

["Blood and Thunder" intro plays]

That's mean.

Yeah, it is.

[music stops]

[Kevin] It doesn't feel
like a good time to tell Hunter

that I don't wanna be in a band
that sounds like people being tortured.

But I think it's time for him to seriously
consider the only good option we have.

No, it's a great option.

It is time to speak truth to power.

We have, like, two weeks,
and she can learn everything in two days.

It's nothing personal, Emily.

It's just you're not consistent
with the image we're trying to project…

like I told Kevin.

Is it because she's a girl?

No.

Well… what about Joan Jett?

Doesn't she rock?

Um, the-- What about The Runaways?

That's Joan Jett.

-Okay. Well, there's Lita Ford.
-That's The Runaways.

[Kevin] And there's, um…

There's, uh… What's her-- Um…

-Kevin.
-Uh, what-- what's…

-What's the one with the song…
-Kevin.

Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin.

Kevin, we are a metal band.

We are not an indie metal band.
We are not an alt-metal band.

We are not a sort of metal band.
We are a metal band.

And for us to have a cello player
instead of a bass player

would be completely gay.

-Uh…
-["Grinder" by Judas Priest plays]

♪ Grinder ♪

♪ Looking for meat ♪

♪ Grinder ♪

♪ Wants you to eat ♪

[song fades]

You've gotta take all that in context.

[Kevin] Gay?

Gay? Our band is called Skullfucker.

Skullfucker.

You named it that to impress girls?

We're gonna die virgins
in a band called Skullfucker.

What I meant was, we're not--

Oh, come on. Like she didn't know.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

-Hey. It's Kevin.
-Oh.

[Emily] Hey.

[chuckles]

Uh, hey, I… wanted to apologize

again for Hunter being so rude, and…

-That stuff he said. He--
- It's okay. [chuckles]

I'm one too.

Hm?

A virgin. [chuckles awkwardly]

I know, it's a shocker.

Oh, um… Uh, no,

I was talking about that stuff
he said about girl cello players

in a metal band being gay.

Right. Sorry. Eh…

First of all,
that's a totally messed up thing to say.

Well, maybe he's right.

No, he's not, and… you're not.

[Emily] Not what?

Are we talking gayness,
or heavy metal, or virginity?

Uh, um…

All of them, I think. Uh…

They seem related.

You are, right?

Gay? I don't think so.

I guess there's sort of a spectrum.

A virgin.

Oh, um…

Yes, definitely.

Hm…

Do… you want to?

To…

Do you want to not be?

I, uh…

Y-- yes.

Uh, um… Uh, do you?

-You know where Temple Solel is?
-On Cleavy? Yeah.

Will you meet me
in the car park in a half hour?

Oh, and can you bring thingies?

For your thingy?

[breathing heavily]

Hey, Mom. Uh…

-I need the car.
-Okay.

Well, your father should be back
from the shop around 8:00.

-And then we--
-Mom, I need the car.

["Dee" by Ozzy Osbourne plays]

[screaming]

Fucking…

[heavy metal music plays]

[playing solo]

-I know. I know.
-[music stops]

-[exhales sharply]
-[Hunter] We said 6:15.

It is now 8:00.

-Well, something came up.
-What?

What came up?

[breathing heavily]

Nothing.

I thought it was something.
You said it was something.

Well, I was wrong. It was nothing.

I can imagine something
being more important than a band practice.

Actually, I can't.

But I definitely can't see how nothing
could be more important, Kevin.

[hesitantly] Well, nothing
is more important.

Or nothing isn't more important.

What I mean--

I don't need Abbott and Costello
from you, okay?

I need a drummer. A real drummer.

Metal is commitment, Kevin.

It's dedication, sacrifice,

mortification of the flesh
and all that shit.

It's serious.

And if you're not gonna be,

if you'll be all "girls with cello,
showing up whenever I feel like it,"

then this isn't gonna work.

And we won't win the Battle of the Bands,

and then you're gonna be a loser
for the rest of your life.

[music resumes]

[playing solo]

[footsteps receding]

[grunting]

Hey.

Hey!

-Hey!
-[pants] Oh, hey.

[breathing heavily]

Hi.

Where did you learn how to play?

Uh… [chuckles]

I don't know.

My friend just gave me these songs,
and I practiced them.

I'm not, you know,
a real drummer or anything.

Are you fucking high?

That was intense.

Yeah?

Have you got a minute?

[breathing heavily]

Are they all like this? Just pretty much
the same beat all the way through?

-Yeah.
-Pretty much.

Please, Kevin. I promised my sister,
and she's so psyched to have us play.

But Ray's not getting out of rehab
for another month,

and we're tired of playing
with a wasted drummer.

-[bandmate 1] Yeah, man.
-[bandmate 2] Fuck that dummy.

I would like to,

but it's like I said,
I'm in this band with Hunter,

and Battle of the Bands
is really important to him.

-Lots of guys are in two bands.
-Eric Clapton was in, like, 60 bands.

And I heard you play, man.

You could learn our songs in ten minutes.

Don't even worry
about the Battle of the Bands for now,

just my sister's wedding.

-Let me think about it.
-[Clay] I feel you.

But the wedding's this weekend,

so don't think too long.

-Fuck.
-[laughs]

You blinked.

-I blunk.
-You blunk.

[Emily chuckles]

Three out of five?

I'm pretty sure
you're better at staring than me.

[Emily] Mm-hmm.

[Kevin] Those your meds?

Mm-hmm.

My happy pills.

[clatters]

-[Emily chuckles]
-Don't you need more?

Mm-mm.

Lay on top of me.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[grunts]

Not yet.

Let's just, um,

lie like this.

I like it.

Makes me feel… smooshed.

[gentle music plays]

On the field, when I first saw you…

Yeah.

…did it feel… good to

throw stuff and yell at people?

No.

Feels good to not want to throw stuff
and yell at people.

You're my happy pill.

[kisses]

[Emily] Mm.

[clacking]

It's only a wedding.

Look, you've got to understand something,
Kevin. We don't fit in.

You can try as hard as you want.
You can get yourself a girlfriend,

or whatever, but you still won't fit in.

She doesn't fit in either.
Why can't we all not fit in together?

We're not talking about that now.
I don't even wanna go there.

We're talking about you being a traitor--

Maybe I wanna talk about it.

I'm the founding member of Skullfucker,
and I say no Yokos.

You said "fuck."

We are both founding members
of Skullfucker.

-[Earl] Don't!
-I am way more founding.

I write songs, buy equipment,
designed our Facebook page--

Oh, fuck our Facebook page!

I'm the founding member of Skullfucker,
and I say no Yokos!

-No more fuck!
-Shut up!

End of conversation.

No, you-- No. You can't just declare
end of conversation.

You don't have that authority.

Fine, end of conversation.

[toys resume clacking]

And that is how you knit a sweater.

[teacher] Very good, Andrea.

Did you hear
how she enunciated and projected?

Get her all the way in the back, right?

And now, Hunter.

-[electric guitar blasts]
-[gasps]

"Death closes all

But something ere the end

Some work of noble note

May yet be done

Not unbecoming men that strove with gods."

Tennyson's "Ulysses."

You might know it from your English class.

This speech is about metal.

-[thuds]
-[plays fast metal riff]

Metal is about what "Ulysses" was about.

Striving with gods.

Striking out for unknown territory.

The people that crossed the Bering Strait
12,000 years ago?

[plays heavy riff]

Metal.

That Kon-Tiki guy?

[plays metal riff]

Metal.

The people on the Mayflower…
[plays screeching note]

…would've been metal
if it weren't for all the Jesus crap.

And Ulysses, what did he do?

Huh?

Read Dante. He'll tell you.

Ulysses got together
the baddest ass crew he could find,

and then he sailed off
beyond the Pillars of Hercules,

and then he was drowned,

and pulled right down to hell.

[plays riff from "Master of Puppets"]

Eighth circle.

[playing and speaking]
What is more metal than that?

Only the ninth circle.

So… achieving your dreams
with fellow badasses,

going to hell if you have to…

Oh, that sounds great, right?

But it wasn't so easy for Ulysses.

See, he had, um…

He had Penelope,

Mrs. Ulysses, keeping him down.

[in Scottish accent] "Stay home."

"Be king."

"Go to work every day."

He wasted decades of his life
on that shit.

-[pick slides]
-Hunter.

-[playing heavy metal]
-Stop it.

But one day, Ulysses decided
he was finished with his woman.

[teacher] Hunter, that's enough!

It was inevitable.

Sooner or later, the metal inside him
was bound to rise up…

[playing shrill solo] …and crush
whatever stood in its path!

-[screams] Fucker! Fucking cunt!
-[Hunter] You're fucking crazy!

I'll fucking-- I will fucking kill you!

-Don't you ever come near me again!
-[Hunter] Ow!

-[Emily screams]
-[Hunter] Not the guitar!

[guitar clatters]

That was inappropriate,
bordering on inexcusable.

I completely agree.

I'm talking about you.

Wait, what?

Is that what you've learned
from your interactions

with the vicious morons like Skip Hoffman?

How to torment people weaker than you?

Look, I've got
some personal issues with her--

I could give a shit about
your personal issues with that poor girl.

You're going to write down
exactly what you did.

If Miss Johnson corroborates your account,

I'll include it in the disciplinary notice
I'll send to your father.

If she doesn't, I will suspend you.

[tense music plays]

[school bell rings]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Your friend's a massive dick.

[music intensifies]

What the fuck?

[indistinct chatter]

The fuck you doing?

You are afraid of everybody,
and instead of showing it like I do,

you treat everybody like shit
and you make them hate you.

Great. They leave you alone,
they leave me alone.

Both of us are alone.
Mission accomplished.

-No, no, no--
-No, shut up.

You need me a lot more than I need you.

Without me,
all of your dumb fantasies disappear.

But without you,
I might actually live a real life.

You… You can't.

You can't.

We're Skullfucker.

[students exclaim]

Fine. Fine. Go enjoy
your new fucking wacko girlfriend

and your new---
and your new shitty band and--

And Rock of Ages!

It's my fault.

It's Hunter's fault. He's a massive dick.

But I never would've lost it like that

-if I hadn't stopped taking my meds.
-It was not your fault! Wh--

[sniffles]

No, don't…

[sniffles]

-I'm not mad.
-[sniffles]

You didn't do anything wrong.
There's nothing wrong with you.

Yeah, there is.

The concentration of serotonin
in my synapses is too low.

[sniffles]

Okay, but there's something more wrong
with everyone else.

You have a right to be mad,
especially at Hunter.

Why am I like this?

[sniffles] Everybody else
didn't make me like this.

Hunter didn't make me like this.

-[gentle music playing]
-My parents love me.

They try as hard as they can.

Nah, not their fault.

You're not anybody's fault.

Huh.

You're not…

a fault.

You-- [sighs]

There may be something…
wrong with you, but…

you're perfect.

You ever get angry?

Sometimes.

I get it.

Sometimes… also sad.

You know why?

I don't know.

[Hunter inhales deeply]

It's because people treat you
like you're invisible.

Like you're not even there.

Like you're nothing.

But you're more than that.
You're better than that.

You're not nothing. You're something.

You're somebody.

I'm Robbie.

Fuck yeah, you are.

We're done taking shit, you and me.

["Trust No One" by Zeal and Ardor playing]

[whimsical notes play]

[song resumes]

[song ends]

Take off the costume, Krusty the Clown.

We gotta talk about this, uh, "What I did
at school today" essay right here.

Sorry, you're just a little late
with the whole parenting thing.

Get back inside!

[screaming] Go bang another nurse!

["Trust No One" by Zeal and Ardor resumes]

[revving engine]

[tires screeching]

Fuck.

[tires screeching]

["Trust No One"
by Zeal and Ardor continues]

[tires screech]

[song ends]

[Clay] ♪ Your love was handmade
For somebody like me ♪

♪ Come on now, follow my lead ♪

♪ I may be crazy, don't mind me ♪

♪ Say, boy, let's not talk too much ♪

♪ Grab on my waist
And put that body on me ♪

♪ Come on now, follow my lead ♪

-♪ Come on now, follow my lead ♪
-[plays fast bass drum beat]

[cheering]

♪ I'm in love with the shape of you ♪

♪ We push and pull like a magnet do ♪

♪ And my heart is falling too ♪

♪ Oh, I'm in love with your body ♪

-[plays loudly]
-♪ Last night you were in my room ♪

-[girls cheering]
-♪ And now my bedsheets smell like you… ♪

["Trust No One" by Zeal and Ardor playing]

This is private property.

My drummer's in there.

I'm going in.

No, you ain't. Get the hell out of here.

Who are you

to stop a man

who strives with gods?

-[clunks lightly]
-[grunts, groans]

[groans, gasps]

[upbeat music playing faintly]

[cork pops]

[Clay] That was great, brother.
Really great.

Yeah, it was fun.

You killed that shit. We never sounded
anything like that before.

I want you to know, man, if…

If you wanna play with us
at the Battle of the Bands,

we would love to have you.

Or even if you don't.

I mean, if you just wanna hang,
it's… It's all good.

Thanks.

Yeah, I might take you up
on both of those.

Respect.

Wanna come hang with the other dudes?

Yeah. Yes.

Let me just finish up here.

[laughter in distance]

[sirens wailing faintly]

[sighs]

You're lucky they didn't press charges.

I want my stuff back.

Weapons confiscated from a minor
at the time of an arrest

shall be considered forfeit
to the township.

This is the last straw. No, wait.

No.

This is the last straw.

Mm? Right there.

-What are you gonna do?
-[laughs mockingly]

[unsettling music playing]

Listen, look.

-The Battle of the Bands is on Friday--
-Not for you it ain't!

[liquid sloshing]

[man] Let's go.

-Go, go, go.
-[women giggling]

[upbeat music plays in distance]

[girl] Hey!

Drummer boy!

I…

I don't have a bathing suit.

[giggling]

[breathing heavily]

[chuckles]

Every time I see you, you are wasted.

Yeah.

Hey, let me try your glasses.

I like these.

I saw Timothée Chalamet
wearing glasses like this on Insta once.

I like Call Me by Your Name.

It's so sweet, right?

He's so hot in that.

My cousin in Santa Barbara
totally fucked him.

You're staring at me again.

Uh…

I can't even see you.

Hmm. Yeah.
Well, I don't even know your name.

It's Kevin.

Kendall.

See me now?

Yo, dude.
What, are you waiting for a tutorial?

Come on, man. What about Emily?
They've got a real relationship.

One built on trust and emotional honesty.

And this? I mean, come on, dude.
What's really going on here?

Hold on, Tom. Kendall's a person too.

She likes Kevin.
She's making her desires known.

There's absolutely nothing wrong
with that.

Yeah, maybe, but Emily's really loyal.
This would ruin her.

Back in the day, we all got up to stuff.

[Morello] He's only a drummer.
He should have what he wants.

If he's in that hot tub,
he'll have what he gets.

[Kevin] A year ago,
I didn't know who these guys were.

But now, after a bottle of champagne,

they're all making
some really good points.

[Rob Halford] Oy.

Oy!

You found someone who loves you.

Do you love her back?

Uh-huh.

Then, don't be an asshole, Kevin.

[kisses]

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

I have a girlfriend.

[sighs]

[Kevin] Thank you,
Rob Halford of Judas Priest.

You don't turn your back
on the people who love you.

["Since I Don't Have You" by Guns N' Roses
playing faintly over speaker]

I'm gonna get this.

You don't have to.

I want to.

[chuckles]

[Emily] Oh. Here it is.

[indistinct chatter in distance]

I've been looking for this
for, like, forever. [chuckles]

-[boy 1] I should have it.
-[boy 2] What?

-I found it.
-What? Give me that.

[both grunting]

♪ I don't have… ♪

You wouldn't even know
about Lamb of God if it wasn't for me?

♪ And I don't have hopes and dreams ♪

[boy 1] Cunt.

♪ I don't have anything ♪

♪ Since I don't have you ♪

♪ And I don't have… ♪

[line ringing]

[vibrating]

♪ And I don't have one who cares ♪

[vibrating continues]

♪ I… ♪

[ringing continues]

♪ Don't have anything ♪

♪ Since I don't have you ♪

[music fades]

Listen, I've got to get out
of here immediately.

I've got this important--

We are doing
a preliminary eval on you, right?

[sighs] Let's get started.

I'm Dr. Nix.

Troy Nix?

Yeah.

The Troy Nix?

From Kiloton?

Yeah, that's right.

Dude. Dude, you guys were gods.

-I-- I go to Glenwood Lake High, man.
-I see that.

Hmm. My condolences.

-So you're a doctor now?
-Yeah.

Was an alcoholic.

Place like this saved me
from a slow fucking suicide,

so I went back to school, got my Psy D.

Give something back, that kind of shit.

What happened to Kiloton?

My bandmates happened.

They wouldn't practice,
wouldn't learn the songs.

-So that's why you broke up?
-That was part of it.

But mostly it was because
those guys were fuck-holes.

They wouldn't go an inch
out of their own way

for anybody but themselves.

Look, if you're gonna record with people,
you're gonna tour with people,

you're gonna spend all day, every day,
with them for years,

you sure as shit
better like hanging out with them.

Otherwise, your life is gonna suck.

Then you're gonna start drinking
to forget how bad your life sucks,

and before you know it…

You a drinker?

No.

Drugs? Weed?

-Coke?
-No.

-Meth?
-No.

-H?
-No.

-Acid?
-No.

-Molly?
-No.

-You vaping?
-No.

-Self-harm?
-No.

-Sleep too much?
-No.

-Too little?
-No.

Suicidal ideation?

-[sighs]
-Did you destroy any property?

Not that they know about.

What, then?

[sighs]

Just fucking metal, man.

[blows raspberries]

I get this kind of shit all the time.
Okay, come on.

Up. Let's go.

[Dr. Nix sighs]

Yo, hold up.

Where are you going?

You're fine, dude.

Now, this motherfucker…

Hey.

[Dr. Nix] He's a mess.
He and I have a lot of work to do.

Which is why I can't babysit your ass just
because you like brutal fucking music.

I'm recommending you for discharge.

The board will follow my recommendations.
They always do.

-I scare the shit out of them.
-Thank you, man. Thank you.

No problem.
We will have you out of here by Monday.

Monday? Why Monday?

They review recommendations
over the weekend.

Okay. Um, is there any way
we could get that review done tonight?

Nah, no way in hell.

They're already driving home
in their Jaguars listening to Sting. Why?

The Battle of the Bands is tomorrow,
and my band is totally poised to win.

Okay, look, check it out.

[Dr. Nix] Hmm.

Skullfucker.

Nice.

Fucking Battle of the motherfucking Bands.

[hopeful metal music plays faintly]

Sorry.

Anyway, give you another year to practice.

See you around, bitch.

[somber music playing]

Nah. Thank you, man.

Hey, Clay.

Yeah, are we going to practice before?

No? Okay. No. We don't need to. It's fine.

Yeah, I'll see you
at 7:00 at the cafeteria.

-All right. Thanks, Clay.
-[somber music continues]

[vibrating]

[automated message]
It's Hunter. I'm not here. Deal.

Fuck.

[sniffs]

[ringing]

[Dr. Sylvester sighs]

Who the fuck calls on a landline?

Hello?

Oh, hey, Kevin. Uh…

No, Hunter isn't here right now.

He-- He what? [sputters]

So where is he?

[Kevin panting]

I feel like this is his way
of begging me to come back to the band.

He doesn't belong in there.

Maybe he does.

There's definitely something wrong
with him. He's shitty to everyone.

Even you.
You're supposed to be his best friend.

[knocking]

You said it yourself, he's a massive dick.

[scoffs]

I would have never understood what
a massive dick he is if it wasn't for you.

And I wouldn't have met you
if it wasn't for metal,

and I wouldn't have thought about metal
for five seconds if it wasn't for Hunter.

So you owe him?

He's my best friend.

I gotta get him out of there.

Will you come with me?

Wait, so first you tell me
that I should hate him,

and now you want me to help him?

Uh, you'd sort of be helping me help him.

[breathes deeply]

It's okay. It's okay.

[groans, yells] No, I can't!
Not after what he did.

You don't have to. It's okay. I mean it.

[Emily breathing heavily]

Okay?

Okay.

I have to go.

[gentle music playing]

[birds chirping]

[door closes]

[door buzzing]

[door lock clicks]

Can I help you?

Yeah. Yeah, I… I hope so.

My best friend,
he's-- he's got problems. He's a, uh…

[whispers] A sniffer.

Gasoline?

-Turpentine, butane, propane?
-Yep, yep, yep, all those.

He mixes them,
and his parents don't know what to do,

so I wanted to get them a brochure.

You're a good friend.
They're right back there.

Wait right here. I'll get some more.

[grunts]

[door buzzing]

You four have outdone yourselves
yet again.

It definitely looks like a party in here.

[man and woman on TV] Thank you.

[TV host] Now, before you tell us
which dessert you're taking,

why don't you--

[all groaning]

Where's the remote?

All right, you two,
which dessert are you choosing?

-[suspenseful music playing on TV]
-We are choosing…

-[woman sighs]
-[man] Come on.

[woman] Are you serious?

Kevin.

Shh. [grunts] Come on.

Look, man, I gotta tell you, I'm just--

-I, uh…
-Tell me later. Please. Come on.

You know Ray.
He's the drummer from Mollycoddle.

Anyway, he's a good guy.

Bring him.

You do know we have to bring you back
after Battle of the Bands?

That's cool.

Can't deal on the outside.
I don't have the coping mechanisms.

Okay, wait. How are we getting out?

-[fire alarm blaring]
-["Whiplash" by Metallica plays]

-Okay.
-[receptionist] Right, come on.

[administrator] Move out, please.

-Let's go. Come on.
-No running.

[administrator] Outside.

You!

[song intensifies]

[Hunter] Fuck. Fuck.

♪ Late at night, all systems go
You've come to see the show ♪

♪ We do our best, you're the rest
You make it real, you know ♪

♪ There is a feeling deep inside
That drives you fuckin' mad ♪

♪ A feeling of a hammerhead
You need it, oh, so bad ♪

♪ Adrenaline starts to flow ♪

♪ You're thrashing all around ♪

♪ Acting like a maniac ♪

♪ Whiplash ♪

[song stops]

[Kevin panting]

This thing… it's fucking useless.

You'll never get clean articulation
at high speeds with a pick this thin.

Here.

Try this one.

Thank you.

-This your car?
-Yeah.

It's a real piece of shit.

-[tires screech]
-[car rattling]

[tires screech]

You deserve a better best friend.

Yeah, probably, but you're the one I got.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

Don't say it to me.

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

You nearly cracked my fucking skull, dude.

And you put a really large dent
in my guitar.

Your behavior has been violent
and unpredictable.

[Emily grunts softly]

You are metal beyond reproach.

So will you please, please, please,

please accept my apology

and come crack some fucking skulls with us
at the Battle of the Bands?

[sighs]

I--

I can't.

[Kevin] Emily.

I'm not ready.

[mumbles] Oh, God.

[door closes]

[audience applauding, cheering]

[cheering intensifies]

Mollycoddle, you guys are up next.

[exhales deeply]

Dude.

-Dude?
-[Kevin] I'm sorry.

You guys have been great,
and I'd love to play with you again, but…

[clattering]

[Kevin] I can only be in one band.

I brought you your drummer.

Is he wasted?

I feel you, man.

It's all good.

[Clay] Hey, brother.

I've been meaning to apologize
for what happened at my party.

Yeah, and I apologize

for the whole… wedding thing.

-That was--
-That was weird.

Yup, and I'm sorry
about the things I said about your band.

You guys are good…

at what you do.

So may the best band win.

[clasps hands]

So you guys like a duo?

Yeah, it looks that way.

Like the White Stripes?

[inhales deeply]

Yeah, like the White Stripes.

[Clay] Nice.

You're lucky to have this guy, man.

Yeah, I am.

[audience cheering]

[Clay] ♪ Second thing second ♪

♪ Don't tell me what you think
That I could be ♪

♪ I'm the one at the sail
I'm the master of the sea ♪

-[crowd singing along]
-♪ Oh-ooh, the master of my sea ♪

♪ Oh-ooh ♪

♪ I was broken from a young age ♪

♪ Taking my sulking to the masses ♪

♪ Writing my poems for the few ♪

♪ That look to me, took to me
Shook to me, feeling me ♪

♪ My heartache from the pain ♪

♪ Taking my message from the brain ♪

♪ Speaking my lesson from the brain ♪

♪ Seeing the beauty
Through all of the... ♪

-Yo. Suspension's over, bitch.
-Hey.

Welcome back, big man.

-I got a bottle of Jack in the new truck.
-Let's go!

[Clay] Thank you, Glenwood Lake.
GLHS is lit!

-I love you!
-[Hunter] Nix was right about this pick.

I can do this.
We're gonna crush this shit.

But I don't know.

How will it sound with nothing
on the bottom, no chords, no riff?

No, it-- it'll be like, uh…

Like jazz…

…ish.

[door opens]

[pick slide]

["I'm Broken" by Pantera plays]

-♪ Look at me now ♪
-[thuds loudly]

[song stops]

Now I'm ready.

-[song resumes]
-Dude.

Let's do this shit.

One, two, three…

[all] Skullfucker!

-[Hunter roars]
-[chuckles]

Nope. That is not appropriate.
It's got to go.

-[song stops]
-[Kevin] No, it can't go.

It is painted on the heads.

Well, I can't let you
bring those in there, so…

[song resumes]

♪ Look at you now ♪

-[Dean Swanson gasps]
-[Kevin] Wha--

Oy.

-Eli, I need a favor.
-Of course, Emily. What do you need?

I need to get into the art room.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a round of applause for Skullflower.

[audience applauding]

This is a little song… about…

[yelling] …the machinery of torment!

[cell phone chimes]

[exhales sharply]

[plays "Machinery of Torment" intro]

[high-hat crashing]

[pick slides with ring, plays bass line]

-[plays fast beat]
-[guitar solo rising]

[roars]

[song speeds up]

♪ Mother leaves me bleeding ♪

♪ Exsanguinates my dreaming ♪

♪ Father, Father
Deaf to children's call… ♪

Hey, isn't that Hunter Sylvester
and Kevin Schlieb?

And what's-her-name,
the-- the shitty clarinetist.

Could've been in a band with those guys.

♪ I built it for you all ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment… ♪

This blows.

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

-♪ Machinery of torment ♪
-[crowd cheering]

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment… ♪

[Clay] Dude.

-No.
-[grunts]

[audience cheering]

[audience screaming]

[student] Woo-woo.

Yeah! Metal! Woo!

[grunting]

[Clay laughs]

[students whooping, screaming]

♪ Here's the pain not grinding ♪

♪ A razor needs rewinding ♪

♪ Pull the lever ♪

♪ Punch restores them all ♪

♪ Your prom king crown's
The first thing struck ♪

♪ Turned into a bucket of fuck ♪

♪ I built it for every one of you ♪

♪ I built it for you all ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

[all] ♪ Machinery of torment  ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

-♪ Machinery of torment ♪
-[whimpering]

[grunting]

[screams]

♪ I built it for you all ♪

[audience screaming]

♪ I built it for you  ♪

[falsetto] ♪ All ♪

[plays epic guitar solo]

[audience screaming]

[audience cheering]

[note bending up]

[continues playing solo]

-[thuds]
-Ah!

-[clacks]
-[grunts, groans]

-[bone crunches]
-[screams]

[audience gasping]

-[female student] Oh, shit.
-[gags]

[Hunter screaming]

[Kevin] Oh, shit. Oh…

-[girl screaming]
-[roaring]

[Dean Swanson gasps]

Call an ambulance. Someone call 911.

Hunter, don't look at your leg, okay?

[Hunter breathing heavily]

[electric guitar playing]

[Hunter] My toes are so numb.

Gotta wiggle them.
Come on, little fuckers.

[electric guitar continues playing]

[cello playing]

[Emily groans] This fucking bow is fucked.

-[Emily grunts]
-[Hunter] Ow, dude.

-Dude.
-[Emily] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.

Ah! That's better.

[playing solemn metal music]

-[sighs]
-[cello continues]

-[footsteps approaching]
-[music stops]

[Dr. Sylvester laughs] Congratulations.

Bronze medalists.

Silver medalists. We came in second.

Oh, hey, uh,
looks like you're going viral.

[Dr. Sylvester chuckles]

Well… at least I didn't get arrested.

So,

progress?

Well,

no bad publicity, right?

[Dr. Sylvester chuckles] All right, well,

I got a date.

Yeah, she's a pediatrician.

Big tits. Natural.

Not a client.

I can't believe we lost.

It's fine. It's cool.

They're nice guys. The people have spoken.
This is what they want.

-No, fuck 'em.
-[hopeful music plays]

Fuck 'em, every single one.

[Kevin] Who are people gonna remember? Us.

That is us right there, headlining.

-We were good.
-[Kevin] No, we were fucking great.

You smashed that intro, dude.

Yes, she did. That was some Yo-Yo Ma shit.

-And your solo…
-Holy fuck, that was unreal.

But what about this motherfucker?

Oh, my man slapped them in their faces
with his double bass dick.

[music stops]

Yes. Uh, yes, I did.

-[hopeful music resumes]
-You know what?

Let them have their fads.
Fads come and go.

But not us.

We're forever.

Now it starts for us.
Now people know our name.

[Hunter] We're Skullflower.

[all shouting] Skullflower!

[Kevin] Fuck, we rip.

[playing "War Pigs"]

[song ends]

["Machinery of Torment" playing]

♪ Mother leaves me bleeding ♪

♪ Exsanguinates my dreaming ♪

♪ Father, Father
Deaf to children's call ♪

♪ Welcome, hypocrites and fools ♪

♪ I've been sharpening my tool ♪

♪ I built this for every one of you ♪

♪ I built this for you all ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ I built this for you all ♪

♪ Here's the pain not grinding ♪

♪ Razor needs rewinding ♪

♪ Pull the lever ♪

♪ Punch restores them all ♪

♪ Your prom king crown's
The first thing struck ♪

♪ Turned into a bucket of fuck ♪

♪ I built it for every one of you ♪

♪ I built it for you all ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ I built it for you all ♪

♪ I built it for you ♪

[falsetto] ♪ All ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ Machinery of torment ♪

♪ I built it for you all ♪

[song ends]

[gentle guitar music plays]

[music ends]