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band tuning up

- Man One, two, three, four.

slow sultry electric guitar music

J‘ When I look into your eyes J‘

J‘ What do I hope to see J‘

J‘ You're just a reflection J‘

J‘ Just make believe J‘

J‘ You're just a projection J

J‘ 'Cause inside, you're dead like me J‘

J‘ 'Cause you're not free J‘

J‘ You beg and plead J‘

J‘ Get down on your knees J‘

J‘ You and me will never be J‘

J‘ 'Cause baby, you're dead like me J‘

J‘ Oh, you're dead like me J‘

J‘ Oh, yeah, no J‘

J‘ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. J‘

J‘ Baby J‘

J‘ You're dead to me J‘

- Jimmy Once there was a band,

three people brought together by music.

I brought my axe,

Rachel brought her golden voice,

and Scott brought the tunes.

And there was sex, and drugs,

and murder, and mayhem,

and a bunch of other shit you won't believe.

I wouldn't.

lightning crashing

It all started one dark and stormy night.

I was celebrating my 50th birthday for the third time.

Who the hell are you people?

And what the hell are you listening to?

I let my daughter Chloe sponsor the party

with some vodka company,

just to make a few bucks.

She was a hustler,

a real ball-buster like her old man.

So of course, she put on the one song I hate.

You've heard this one, haven't you?

Every few years it ends up in a beer commercial,

number one on the charts,

my one hit, my meal ticket.

| peaked at 20, and I've been circling

the bowl of this business ever since.

rock music

- Guests Aw...

- Yeah yeah, I'll be happy

if I never had to hear that fucking song again.

- Oh, but it's your birthday, Pops.

- Sorry, sorry.

guests grumble

- Are you sure this is the right house?

- Zach Dude, I don't know.

All these houses in the hills looked the same, so

let's just assume it is.

- Pardon me.

- Zach What's up? - This fucking house is sick.

Look at that shit.

Are you shootin'?

- Wanna leave your guitar in the car, man?

- Fuck, you know what?

- Zach You start playing Kumbaya for the chicks.

- Scott Go fuck yourself, okay? laughs

- Stop.

- Woman Party over here!

guests whooping

- Scott Thank you, sweetie.

- Jimmy Did fate bring them to me

or was it random?

- Scott What's that?

- Zach Turn, turn around, turn around.

Fuckin' Dirt Pipe, mumbles

— Scott Holy Shit!

Yeah, by Jimmy Kleen.

- Zach Jimmy Kleen, yeah, yeah.

He had that hit in the '803?

Come on.

- Jimmy | tell you this much,

opportunity walked right up to me,

and I almost punched his lights out.

Story of my life.

- Scott Check out those guitars, dude, that's sick.

- Hey, no cameras!

Who the fuck are you guys?

You brought your own guitar?

Come here.

Come over here.

You here to play me your demo?

- Scott No.

- Then why the fuck are you at my house, at my party?

- I followed a girl here.

- That's how I got here, too. laughs

Here, come on, take a seat.

You like that, huh?

The Rickenbacker 12-string.

- It's the hollow body.

Harrison had one.

- Jimmy Man knows his scripture.

melancholy music

- Can I play it?

- Can I fuck your sister?

Play yours.

Come on, destiny awaits.

storm rumbles

guitar strumming

- Who is that?

- I was going to ask you.

- I have no idea.

- Friend of yours?

- That's the girl.

- You're not going over there, are you?

- It's beautiful.

melodious guitar strumming

humming

vocalizing

humming

vocalizing

guests cheering and clapping

- Hey, where are you going?

- I can't.

- Come on, you just did.

I'm Jimmy.

What's your name?

- I'm Rachel.

- Hey, come here.

This is...

- clears throat I'm Scott.

- You sounded great.

- You, too.

- Thanks.

- Let her have a seat, Caveman.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Jimmy Hey, let me ask you something.

You guys ever been in a band?

lively guitar music

I had to get us playing fast

to see if she had the goods.

I could tell she was skittish, but she likes Scott,

so I figured I could control her through him.

lively music

- Scott Male, female, yeah?

- Excuse me.

Come over here.

Excuse me.

Stand here.

- No, I don't, I don't wanna be

the center of attention,

Ijust, you know, want to be in the band.

- You're over here.

You're over here.

So what's a band?

It's a statement, an ethos,

where everything means something.

Nirvana just didn't happen to dress like roadies.

That was a decision.

The Beatles bowed after every song, that was a choice.

You know, it's all calculated.

It's all created.

It's all about the concept.

And our concept centers around you.

- You're in charge, you're the front man.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm the band leader.

The front man stands in the front,

you engage the audience.

I'm the band leader.

I'm with the band,

keep the train on schedule.

- Our concept was neverjust her.

- Rachel Yeah.

- Scott It's us. - We are a band, we are one.

But it's not Hollow Bodies, it's Hollow Body.

Trust me.

You're the star.

We want every girl to want to be her

and all the guys want to fuck her.

We want every girl to want to fuck you.

- All right, fine.

Well, band leader....

- What do you want to start with?

- Let's start with Perfect Day, seems fitting.

- All right.

One, two...

- That's my part.

One, two, three, four.

guitar strumming

Scott was easy to figure out.

I was him, once.

Trying to balance the work with the wife.

Something's gotta give.

- Carrie What's her name, this girl?

- Rachel.

- How old is she?

- I don't know.

- What, you were there all night

and you don't know how old she is?

- What am I, on trial now, Carrie?

I mean...

Okay.

- It's just, it's just strange.

- You trust me.

I trust you.

I would never...

never do anything to mess this up.

gentle music baby 0003

J‘ What can I say J‘

- Scott See?

J‘ I love you in every way J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

chuckles

- Carrie It's good.

J‘ It's just a perfect day. J‘

- Thanks.

- Jimmy And then there was Rachel and Barb.

I hadn't counted on Barb.

Stage mom.

Barb's been pimping Rachel out for a long a time now.

She's a grown-up version of the kind of groupie you'd see.

Do anything or anyone to get on the bus.

- Shouldn't you not be drinking with your medicine?

- Don't you worry about me.

I'm going to outlive all of you.

How old did he say he was?

- That Scott.

- I don't know.

- Well, is he 40?

- Isn't that old to be still doing this, don't you think?

- Jimmy's 50 something.

- Well, he has a name.

He has connections.

What has Scott got?

- Talent.

- What do you know about him?

- He's married.

He's got a baby.

- A husband and a father.

How's he supporting his family while he's doing this?

- Why do you care?

- Sweetheart, I'm just making sure you're protected.

- Special.

- These entertainment people,

you know what they can be like.

mysterious music

- Jimmy I had my own problems.

I'm underwater in this stupid house

and I have to go beg from Richie Rolands.

Richie runs a multinational media empire

that he inherited from his dad,

who I once made a ton of cash for.

- Now I got to go kiss Junior's ring.

- So who's fucking her?

This guy?

Is she a tomcat in sack?

What's the deal?

Talk to me.

- A tomcat's a male cat.

Just listen to the track.

- Just send me the link. You want me to listen to it

on your bullshit phone speakers?

Come on, man.

- Well, come up to the studio.

- I got to go in a minute.

sighs Listen, I'm not her dad.

If she wants to fuck you, she can fuck you.

- That's why you're not fucking her, right?

Because you're like her dad or something?

Hell, man, you look like shit.

How are you living like this?

I mean, what's going on?

- sighs Yeah, I don't know.

I'm getting fat and my house is falling apart.

Everything just went to shit after this bitch left me.

- How did Chloe take it?

- Oh, that's not Chloe's mom,

that was the one before.

You know, but Chloe threw a party,

she burned her furs in effigy.

- Chip off the old block, huh?

Well, I'll give you this, she's got a look.

- She's got it all.

- So what?

I mean, how many YouTube subs does she have?

What kind of metrics are we talking about?

Come on, man, that's the way things are going these days,

you got to keep up.

- Now, don't give me that.

She is gold and I can spot gold.

Come on, Richie.

- You know...

the last time you called me Richie,

I was an unpaid intern

and you were too fucking high to remember my name.

So try to remember now, now it's Rick.

- Sorry, Rick.

You're just not that memorable.

She is.

- Well, see, the thing is,

and you don't seem to be getting this,

is I don't really do A & R anymore, okay?

I'm launching a music streaming platform,

I'm not trying to sign your little band.

And just a bit of advice,

you should move on.

You're fucking 50, all right?

Have you looked in a mirror lately?

You can't be out there shaking your ass.

- That's why I need this to work.

Why did you even come over here anyway, then?

- I came over here out of respect for our friendship,

because we go way back.

And my physical therapist is right around the corner,

he's actually Geffen's guy.

All right, look.

I know a guy, he's always looking for opening acts.

Maybe that can get you a West Coast tour or something,

how does that sound?

- Yeah, we can do that.

- No frills.

- I don't care about accommodations.

All I care about are advances.

Fifty grand or something.

- Oh, an advance?

You want an advance?

What is this, 1989?

Get 500,000 Instagram followers

and then talk to me about an advance.

- Ten grand, anything?

- I love you, man.

I really do, | get a kick out of you.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna text you the guy's info.

And I'm going to send my maids over.

- sighs Thanks, Richie.

It's time to start playing out.

You hear me?

- Already? - Yeah.

- Don't you think it's too soon?

- I mean, yeah, are you sure we're ready?

- It's our only way to spread the word.

It's the only way to really get good.

- All right.

- Yeah, when we play out, there's no safety net.

We don't have guitar techs,

so you have to tune, Change your strings,

hook up the PA, you got to be good, you got to be fast.

All right?

And you have to command the stage.

They're there to see a performance.

Something they'll remember.

dark mysterious music dogs barking

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

-All right, let's do it again.

Can I help you?

- Oh, the door was open.

And I'm here for Rachel.

- Oh, you must be her mom.

- I'm Jimmy.

- Well, you're in pretty good shape

for an older guy. chuckles

- Older than what?

- I'm probably the oldest woman

that's ever been in this house.

- I wouldn't say that exactly.

laughs

You raised quite a talented daughter.

- Yes, I did.

chuckles

You look kind of beat up in this one.

- That was a long time ago.

- And yet, there it is on the wall like you miss it.

- More of a cautionary tale.

- We all carry the seeds of our own destruction, Mr. Klein.

- sighs You're telling me.

- Mom?

What are you doing here?

- Oh, honey, I thought we could have lunch.

- Hi, I'm Scott.

- You're the writer.

I can see why she likes you.

- clears throat Well, I mean,

actually we kind of all write the songs.

- Some of them are quite good.

- Thanks.

- But where is this all going?

- Well, I wasn't going to mention this

but since you're here,

there is label interest

and a few touring dates.

— Just West Coast dates.

- So, is this part of a record deal?

- No, there's nothing concrete, there's no advance.

It's just for some exposure.

- Twelve dates, fourteen days.

-Hmm.

Look, I'm just not sure about all this.

- Come on, haven't you ever road-tripped before?

- Every summer.

- We have to talk about this, Rachel.

Let's go, say goodbye to your friends.

- Jimmy Ah, Barb, playing hard to get.

laughs

We hit the road two weeks after that,

one last run.

Getting out there again,

I got excited.

I thought maybe my luck had changed.

It got worse.

aggressive rock music

How are you doing?

All right listen, this is the perfect crowd.

They're just drunk enough.

Good training wheels.

- sighs Just seems like a lot of people.

- I once played to 40,000 people on three hits of acid.

- You know, you're just...

- Yeah, that's what they told me.

I don't remember shit

but if I can do that, you can do this.

Look at that guy, do you even care what he thinks?

It's just like rehearsal, all right?

- Okay.

- Do you trust me?

- No.

- chuckles Well, good.

That's 'cause you're smart.

Look, here, it's going to get hot under the lights.

You're going to have to take this off.

- Jimmy.

- Thanks.

You look beautiful.

- Thanks.

- See, I told you, Missy.

- Okay.

You're on.

-All right, let's go, guys.

mic feedback whining

- Hey, we're Hollow Body.

We're from Los Angeles.

- Jimmy Perfect Day.

One, two, three, four.

guitars strumming

mic feedback whistling

mysterious music heart beats accelerating

lightning crashing

- Are you okay?

- Do you guys think I like the road?

Carrying my own gear?

Bad food and truck stop shits?

No, but that's the road.

You do your fucking job and you get on with it.

- Dude, she had a bad night.

- Yeah, but you better get your shit together, honey,

because Mommy is not here to fucking help you anymore.

- She gets it, just give her time.

- Oh, time?

Let me tell you about time.

You're 33 years old with a wife and a kid.

She's 23 years old.

She got five or six more fuck-ups in her life.

You have no Plan B.

And this is Plan A.

sighs Fucking bullshit.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

-All right, hey, hey,

don't listen to that fucking dickhead.

- Bullshit.

Put that fucking camera down

before I'll stick it up your fucking ass.

Think he's fucking Scorcese.

engine choking

sighs

mumbles shit!

coughs and spits

sighs

- What the hell is the problem now?

- It's the battery.

Neil said it was touchy.

It's not fucking working.

- Nice.

- This is a fucking embarrassment in there.

I had to pull favors for that gig.

It makes me look bad.

- Next time, she'll be ready.

- Next time?

There isn't going to be a next time.

If she can't tour, it's fucking done.

|'|| sing lead for a couple of shows.

It's not a big deal!

- Do you think the frat boys came out to see you?

Listen, you're just along for the ride.

You are a decent songwriter,

an okay singer,

and quite frankly, a shitty guitarist.

- You know what?

You know what I'm good at? - What?

- Getting her to put up with your bullshit.

You're just a fucking has-been

who hasn't written a goddamn good song

in 20 fucking years.

- Well, bite me!

angry yelling

- Finally we get some focus back!

- Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit!

Fuck you.

- laughs I like to see you get mad, finally.

- Fuck off!

- Your mommy's here.

- Okay, this?

All this...

is over.

This is all too much for her.

So sweetheart, let's just go home.

Get in the car.

Now.

sighs

- Scott Rachel.

Are you all right?

engine revs

dark droning music

lightning crashes

- Scott Jesus Fuck!

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel!

siren wailing

camera shutter whirrs

somber music

screams

- Jimmy I understand second chances.

I've almost died a few times.

Overdose here, overdose there,

stabbed in prison even.

There's no white light.

But Rachel's not like me.

She's fragile.

This could have broke her.

gentle melancholy music slow heartbeat thudding

Well, maybe Barb dying

would finally set Rachel free.

sobs and laughs

Man, was I wrong about that.

So you think after that

she'd take it easy.

Wrong.

She went crazy.

thunder crashing

And of course Chloe was there

to enable all her bad behavior.

- Here.

- Jimmy | get it.

Cheat death,

you don't cash out,

you double down.

- Wow.

You never did that before.

- There's a lot of things I've never done before, huh?

chuckles

- Yes, uhuh, proof of concept, yes.

- I'm going to try every single one of them.

chuckles

Good, you ready to go on?

- No, that part still scares me.

- You've got this.

You just need to, like,

loosen up a little bit,

and don't get too drunk.

- I kind of like getting drunk. laughs

- Do you wanna...

try something?

- Like what?

- Like him?

- You want me to...

- Yes.

Go, kiss a stranger.

Just make out with somebody.

Work off some of this...

nervous energy.

laughing

I've got to go.

Hey, don't take too long.

You're on soon.

If you don't, Iwill.

- Oh, my God.

dark mysterious music

- Sorry, um...

electric zaps

- Oh.

- Hey, you okay?

You okay?

You all right?

dark mysterious music

electric zapping

strumming

- Dude, this thing is amazing.

distant scream - Yeah, just don't mess it up.

- Chloe Stacey is not allowed at this event.

- I'll be gentle. - I don't like her,

make her leave.

Thanks for setting this up, baby.

- Oh, please, I'm doing this for Rachel.

Not you, old man.

- This is what you have to look forward to

when you get older.

- No, he looks like he's probably a good dad.

As long as he doesn't keep hanging out with you.

Mm-hmm. chuckles

- That's my girl.

dark ominous music heavy breathing

electric crackling

breaths shuddering

breaths heavily

moans pleasurably

electric crackling

- Jimmy Rachel, we're on.

dark ominous music

- Coming.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

next up, we have...

Hollow Body.

- We are Hollow Body.

Don't kill animals...

unless they have it coming to them.

- Man In Crowd Porky!

- And the star of our Show, Ms. Rachel Swarm!

crowd cheers

What's this?

- Thought we could try something new.

- laughs Okay.

Right, fellas.

- How's everybody feeling out there?

- Right, she wants to try something new here.

- Something new?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Yeah, don't worry,

it's easy, it's in A.

Just put your big boy pants on.

This is rock and roll.

Let's go, guys.

Ready?

- Man In Crowd Come on, baby.

electric guitar twangs

J‘ Fee fi foe fum J‘

J We gotta go now, honey J‘

J‘ Big man is coming J‘

J‘Ain't gonna find me J‘

J‘ We gotta run J‘

J‘ Here comes the edge now J‘

J‘ It's time tojump J‘

J‘ It always happens the same way J‘

J There's always one more price to pay J‘

J‘ And nothing ventured, nothing gained J‘

J‘ But in the end, it's all the same J‘

J‘ Tell me now mumbles J‘

I It only hurts when you breathe J‘

J‘ Tell me you can roll that ball so fast J‘

J‘ I don't know how much longer J‘

J‘ I can live J‘

J‘ Gettin' ready to go J‘

J‘ Two desperados run to Mexico J‘

J‘ Sham some men tell me J‘

J‘ Nowhere left to go J‘

J‘ I got a bullet for me J‘

J‘ I got a bullet for you J‘

J‘ It always happens the same way J‘

J‘ Only the lies have changed J‘

J‘ Another life that we've both lived J‘

- What's she doing?

- What she's supposed to.

J‘ But in the end it's always the same J‘

J‘ Say I'm in love and nice it ain't J‘

I It only hurts when you breathe J‘

J‘ They tell me you can only fight so fast J

J‘ I don't know how much longerl could last J‘

guitar wailing

J‘Aah J‘

J‘ Yeah J‘

J‘ Aah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Oh, aah, yeah J‘

crowd cheering

- Oh man, they're waiting in line!

Since when do you smoke?

- Since when do you care what I do?

mumbles

- Hey there.

- You bout ready?

- Jimmy Yeah she's fine, she's just drunk.

- Scott Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, okay.

Whoa, Whoa.

Back up, back up, give her some air.

- Jimmy Hey, you all right? You okay?

Did you take something?

- I don't know.

How did I do that?

- Jimmy Come on, all right.

- Rachel How did I do that?

- Chloe Come on, come on, come on.

- Jimmy All right, nothing to see here. Come on.

- Scott Let's go.

Dude, turn that fucking thing off!

- Jimmy Now that I knew she could deliver,

I had to get Rick on board.

He'd been avoiding me after our last fuck up,

but I knew the bartender

at his favorite restaurant.

car horn honks

Ricky!

— Oh, you got to be kidding me.

- You don't write, you don't call?

— We got nothing to talk about, okay?

I gave you a shot, right?

You blew it.

- No, look at this, look at this.

Struck by a lightning.

Dead for three hours.

Her mom killed right next to her.

It's a rock and roll tragedy.

I saw the whole thing.

Yeah, and then she came back to life

for our sins.

- That's quite a lot for you.

Congratulations. chuckles

- For me? chuckles

This guy, we had some times.

- Tracey Oh, yeah?

- Crazy times, yeah.

- Rick All right, let me talk to you.

- Yeah, what's your name?

- Both Tracey.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey, Jimmy, nice to meet you.

Have we met before?

- No.

- No? - Rick What do you need?

Why are you doing this to me? - Vegas or something?

- No, why are you doing this to me?

- chuckles Just give it a listen, please.

- Come on, we got a bunch of new songs.

There's a clip from her performance.

- Rick Why?

- She's possessed, it's crazy.

I'm telling you.

sighs

You want me to get on my knees or something?

- Yeah, I do.

- I've been on my knees

since I got into this business.

Come on, just give it a listen.

- All right.

I'll do that.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Take it easy, man.

Stop doing this, okay?

You're all frantic.

- All right.

- Rick You seem crazy.

- Thanks, Rick.

Tracey, pleasure.

Oh.

phone rings baby grizzles

- Okay.

Hey, what you doing?

- Daddy duty.

- Yeah, me too. laughs

chuckles

Oh, I remember when Chloe was that young,

that little soft spot on her head.

- You ever think you'd have a 20-year-old?

- | neverthought I'd live to be 20.

So, I know you're all cozy there and everything, but...

we need you over here.

- Right now?

- Yeah, uh, Rachel's coming over.

I need to redo the guitar parts,

we need harmonies.

So, get your ass over here.

- Jimmy, dude, it's late.

- Yeah, you know what, I get it.

It's cool.

I'll just call my buddy, Owen, up.

He's an amazing guitar player.

He could probably sing some harmonies, too.

- sighs Okay, all right.

- That's my boy.

See you soon.

- Take her?

Oh, oh, oh, oh,oh.

- It's all right.

Scott sighs

- Baby, you seen my keys?

- Yeah, here.

Where are you going?

- Jimmy's.

- You didn't say this...

was an every night thing.

- It's not.

- I miss you.

After a long day of taking care of her,

I need someone to take care of me, too.

- I miss us.

I mean, you're either sleeping

or you're with her.

- She'll sleep through the night soon.

- Carrie...

We haven't had sex in months.

- Is that why you stay over there until 4:00 a.m.?

- No.

Jimmy likes to work late.

- Jimmy, and?

- Rachel.

- And you're with her

and some pervy old guy.

- Pervy?

Carrie, come on.

I looked him up.

- Okay, so he's someone you can look up.

Maybe that's all you need to know.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

Look, it's just...

This is a once in a lifetime thing for me.

This,

this right here...

is a once in a lifetime thing.

baby grizzles

melancholy music

Scott sighs

- TV Weatherman Is about to pound this area

with some gusty winds, torrential rain,

and a lot of lightning, unfortunately.

And of course, people who are outside.

guitar music

- Jimmy Voicover I could've stopped it, but I didn't.

She made him better.

When she changed, we all changed.

rock music

She was a force of nature.

Hell, she even started booking gigs.

She got us a wedding

that paid 10 grand for one night.

I'm not too proud.

dark synthesizer music

electric crackling man screaming

- What's gotten into her?

Girl's got the devil in her.

- Zach And a liter of vodka.

- It's like she's a completely different person.

She'll say something,

and then you'll remind her about it the next day

and then she won't even remember it.

- I know what you're talking about.

I've seen that.

- She blacks out.

Listen, she's an artist.

She hears voices.

You're a songwriter.

You know what that's like.

- That lightning did something to her, I'm telling you.

- Can't have rock and roll without electricity.

- We're all electricity when you think about it.

Every thought we have, synapsis, pew-pew-pew!

- She needs help.

- Listen, those voices in her head

are our ticket to ride.

- Bitch better have my money! chuckles

door slams

- Rachel, you all right?

- Jesus Christ.

- Here you go, daddy.

Cash money. chuckles

Yeah, I think the bride's dad

was in the Armenian mafia or something.

- We haven't even talked about the fact that...

a guy died in the parking lot tonight.

- I don't remember any of that.

- You don't remember an ambulance and a dead guy?

He was like, they said 27, heart attack, right?

- Did you say heart attack?

- Jimmy Voiceover Heart attack?

Yéah,flght

Later we found out the LAPD

didn't know what to call it.

They had no idea what they were dealing with.

Neither did we.

- Well, I heard at the Animal Benefit

that this guy, well, he also died of a heart attack.

- She's breaking hearts already.

- Chuckles I'm tired.

You should be, that was a hell of a show.

You just need to calm down a little.

- No, I need to speed up

and catch up on all the stuff that I missed out on.

- No, you need to relax.

- Okay.

Help me.

- I can't.

- I need you to.

dark synthesized droning

- Jesus.

Rachel...

- What, are you my mother?

Between yourjudging

and your pushing me all the time,

it's like she never left.

- Don't you think you've had enough?

- Fuck you, Jimmy.

I mean, who are you

to be lecturing anybody about anything?

snorts

breathing deeply

I mean, after all, Jimmy,

you're just a one-hit wonder,

a two-time felon,

three-time divorcee,

no talent ex-junkie.

- Well, you figured me out.

Now just...

why don't you get the fuck out of here?

- Everybody just calm down for a second.

- And what about that record deal, Grandpa?

- Record deal you pissed away?

- The record deal I don't need any of you for?

- Okay, you know what?

You fucking two deserve each other.

I'm out of here.

- Poor baby.

mumbles

- What about you, Jimmy?

You want to taste?

Does this look tempting at all?

Come on.

Jimmy No thanks, I'm allergic.

Whenever I do it, I break out in handcuffs.

chuckles

- Come on, suck it.

- You know what?

Let's get you home.

- You want to take me home?

snorts deeply

cries out

giggIeS

- What's wrong with you?

- You know, we all carry the seeds

of our own destruction, Mr. Klein.

Wow, this is too fun.

chuckles

Jimmy Voiceover So there I am,

scared out of my sack,

throat burning like hell,

mind fucking blown.

Was the coke laced?

Was I hallucinating?

I didn't know what the fuck.

The only thing I knew for sure

was that wasn't Rachel anymore.

Weeks went by,

she disappeared again.

I was dealing with my own personal freak out,

and the boys were left wondering

what the hell happened?

- Fuck, it's been two weeks.

We got to startjamming again.

- Yeah, well it looks like it's just going to be you and me.

I don't know.

She won't call me back and...

I guess it's over.

- What's over, your new relationship or the band?

- Fuck you, dude, okay, shut up.

Why would we put this much energy into it

just to watch it crumble?

This makes no fucking sense.

- Do we need, do we even need her?

- Yeah, we need her.

And you'd have to admit, man, there's...

- What does Jimmy say we should do?

- I don't know, I mean...

It's undeniable, she's one of a kind, dude.

She has something really special that

a lot of people want that you can't learn.

- Jimmy Scott was crushed.

It was like a break up to him.

gentle strumming

But heartache's good for a songwriter,

not so good for a marriage.

J‘ Blue sky J‘

baby wails

J‘ Blue sky goodbye J‘

- You woke her up.

- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

- You didn't even know it's, like

four o'clock in the morning.

- | just lost track of time, I'm sorry.

- What is...

What is this?

- It'sjust something I'm working on, I'm...

- Blue Sky Goodbye.

Is this about her?

No, no, is it...

Is this talking about her?

You said it was over?

- Scott It is over, it's over.

- Well, but...

What, you're still, what?

Pining away for her?

Are you serious?

You're still fucking pining away for...

- Honey, no, come on, baby.

- No, no. - Stop it, stop it.

- Don't touch me,

don't touch me! - Stop, stop, stop!

- Don't fucking touch me!

Just get out! baby cries

Just get the fuck out.

- Scott I'm sorry!

sobs

melancholy music

radio skips channels

- Newsreader President Clinton tries to avoid

a government shut down.

In entertainment news today, James Klein,

aka, singer Jimmy Kleen,

was stabbed today at Los Angeles County Jail

while awaiting arraignment on a parole violation.

Doctors at City Hospital say Mr. Klein

is lucky to be alive,

but will never sing again.

And the weather forecast, overnight lows tonight at...

whizzing

- Look at you!

- Look at you, thanks for calling.

- Yeah, man, thanks for coming over.

Looking good.

- | feel good.

Better than ever.

I want you to hear something.

rock music

- Wow, have you been digging through the archives?

- I recorded that last night.

- What? I thought you couldn't sing though.

How?

- It's a long story.

- How are you?

- Good, how's it going?

— Thanks for coming.

I listened.

Yeah, I love it.

- Thanks.

- Jimmy Voiceover She seemed like the old Rachel,

but I couldn't be sure.

mysterious music swing creaking

No pictures, please.

- Scott Jimmy, so what is fame?

- chuckles What is fame?

All right.

To me, it'sjust a 25 cent piece of plastic.

To them, it's a family fucking heirloom.

Fifty-three year old bad boy, what a joke.

- Scott I'm going to say you don't look a day over 52.

You motherfucker.

Let me have one of those.

- Are you sure?

- Dude, you just got your voice back.

You shouldn't be smoking.

- Whatever happened to my voice had nothing to do with this.

- What did happen?

- She just kissed it and made it better.

- All right, very funny.

Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine.

- No, she just kissed my neck.

I got some crazy shock, and then...

hurt like a motherfucker.

- So, what, she kissed you and cured you?

You know what, I said she had mental problems,

not magical powers.

- I've had every test known to man,

but doctors don't know what the fuck happened.

He wants to write me up in a medical journal.

- Yeah, at least somebody wants to write about you again.

dark synthesized music

puffing

electric buzzing man screams

Getting high and rock and roll

go together like tits and ass,

but now she was just killing for fun.

- Coming in hot!

- Scott It's 10:00 in the morning.

- Ooh, so?

- Yeah, so?

- I like your ride, Jimmy. chuckles

- Thanks.

- Is everything sparkling to you?

- What are you high on?

- I'm high on life, Jimmy!

laughing

motor revving

rock music

- Jimmy Voiceover Of course, I had no idea.

But goddamn it, every time she took another hit,

we made another hit.

It's got to be worth something, right?

thunder rumbling

J‘ | feel you in the autumn breeze J‘

J‘And | smell you in the gentle fallen leaves J‘

J‘And | see you every single day J‘

J‘ When all I want is for you to just go away J‘

J‘ Fade away from me J‘

J‘ Ooh, ooh J‘

J‘ Fade away from me J‘

J‘ Yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Fade away from me J‘

J‘ Ooh fade away J‘

- Jimmy Voiceover Right after that,

Rick's girlfriend made him listen to the demo.

And we got that record deal after all.

We were signed, but we had to get Rick

to support the record.

I knew what he wanted for that.

So I threw a party to set the mood.

- Hi, guys, it's your girl Kami,

and you are #blessed for pressing play

because we are here at the Hollow Body record

release party with bad boy Jimmy Kleen.

Jimmy, thanks forjoining us.

- Yeah, it's my pleasure.

- Yes, and you're back!

- Okay.

- Back from the dead.

Clean living.

Stay in school, don't do drugs.

- Oh, and there's the lead singer, Rachel.

Who's that she's with?

She's a wild child.

Just give me a second, all right?

Pardon me.

Sorry bud, can you just back off, all right bud?

- She's mumbles on me, asshole.

-All right, calm down, calm down.

head butt smashes girl giggles

- Sorry, excuse me. - Okay, no worries.

- Dude, turn that off.

- Come on. - Man Dude, he hit me!

- Hey, hey, what the fuck, Jimmy?

- Rick's going to be here any minute.

Can you stay sober for five fucking minutes?

- You had your fun, I'm having mine.

- Listen, you said you wanted a record deal.

Well, here it is, so don't fucking blow it.

- I said I wanted to be in a band.

- Well, you are in a band.

Now it's time to hit the high notes.

- We're not even performing tonight.

- Well, Rick's not sure about distribution, all right?

So if you can just put on

a little private performance for him,

and convince him.

mysterious music

- Let's not mince words.

I fuck him, he pushes the record?

Rock and roll.

- Rock and roll.

- Hey, what the hell was that? You all right?

- I'm fine.

- What's gotten into you?

- chuckles Isn't this what you wanted?

- I wanted you to be a better performer.

I like the old you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you okay?

-All right, all right, come on, outside somewhere.

- Parking, get her outside, sort her out.

All right.

Wait for him there.

Don't say anything stupid.

- Oh, hi, you're Rick Rollins.

I am, yeah.

- I'm a such a fan of your label.

| play drums in Hollow Body.

- Rick. - This is Jimmy.

- Hey, thanks for coming, bro. - Good to see you.

- You met Zach, the drummer. - I did.

- You okay?

- No.

- You're bad.

- chuckles You are.

Please.

- I'm not dead.

- Aren't you?

- Rachel, this is Rick.

- Hey, I'd shake hands,

but I'll give you this instead.

- Save me from this scene.

- All right.

- Where are they going?

- Don't worry about it, all right?

Settle down.

guests chattering

- I got to be honest with you.

I know you're an artist and everything,

but you're so fucking hot.

The only thing on my mind is, excuse me, fucking.

You know, I got a place down in Cabo,

we should go down there.

We could do some songwriting,

we can get to know each other better.

I got a plane out at the Santa Monica airport,

we can get down there in about two hours.

-All right, Rick.

And just in case you don't make me come,

let's talk business.

- I'm sorry?

- I want to open for your biggest act.

I want a publishing deal,

I keep 50% of whatever the band makes,

and I want a million in marketing.

To start.

- chuckles Wow.

May | ask you a personal question?

- Rachel Anything.

- How old are you?

Because you seem very mature for your age.

- Hmm, I'm older than I look.

- Well, you got fabulous genes.

- | get them from my mother's side.

Why don't we move somewhere a little bit more...

private?

- I'd love to.

slow rock music

- Jimmy Zach, he loves playing the drums.

Where are you going?

- Just move.

- Whoa, whoa, or what?

- What, you're going to headbutt me, too?

- | mightjust throw you in the fucking pool.

- Stop it. - Oh, you're drunk.

All right, we'll get you home.

- Yeah, where's home, huh?

What, the house that Carrie kicked me out of

or the apartment I can't afford?

- What's your fucking wife's problem?

You didn't even touch her.

- The problem was I wanted to.

- But you decided not to do anything, all right?

And that was a choice.

- So deal with it.

- Is that her choice?

- No one's holding a gun to her head.

electric zaps Rick grunts

- Hang on a second.

Something's not right.

- You just need to relax.

- Let it happen.

electric zapping moaning

slow rock music

ecstatic moaning electric zapping

thunder rumbles

static buzzing thunder rumbles

- It's done.

Let's go have a cigarette.

I think I've earned it.

I can see why she likes you.

- Rachel?

- Rachel.

laughs

Rachel.

J‘ Oh, oh, yeah J‘

J‘OhJ‘

lightning crashes

J‘ You're dead like me J‘

J‘ Hey, you're dead like me J‘

laughing

thunder rumbles

J‘ You're dead like me J‘

Get out.

- Rachel!

Wake up, wake up.

Rachel.

- She's gone.

gentle music

excited breathing

moaning Yeah, yeah.

electric buzzing

moaning electric zapping

lightning crashing

woman screams

- Barb Voiceover Rachel. laughs

- Jimmy Scott didn't know what hit him.

When he woke up, all he remembered was

that he finally got what he wanted, and regretted it.

You'd think that killing the head of your label

would be a bad thing.

Out of respect for the family,

I told Rick's dad it was a heart attack.

They've been going around lately.

So next thing you know,

he's talking about throwing a benefit concert,

and guess who managed to get on the line up?

- Scott Please come.

- Carrie How can we afford it?

You're not getting paid.

- Well, it's a benefit.

I mean, nobody's getting paid.

- An infant does not belong at a rock concert.

- We'll get like little baby headphones or something.

Please, this is like the biggest show I've ever played.

- Good for you.

You got everything you wanted.

- No, not everything.

- Oh, Carrie.

- No, I...

- Come on, don't.

Carrie.

baby giggling

thunder echoing dramatic music

crowd roaring

- Richie was a great friend, a brother, really.

Struck down in his prime.

- Yeah, well, that's why we're here, right?

Make something good come out of it.

- Zach Can we just um, talk about the heart attacks?

'Cause every gig we do, someone dies.

What, are we cursed?

- This is a benefit for heart disease.

Have a fucking heart.

- Zach We're just going to sit here

and act like nothing's happening?

- Just stick to the music,

please, man! - Dude!

People die all the time.

- Okay, well, let'sjust keep doing the interview.

Talk about the first night, the party.

- Well, technically, we crashed that party.

- Technically? Definitely.

Thank God, you did.

I got something for you.

- Earned it.

- No, dude.

- You serious?

- Seriously.

gentle music

moves into mysterious music

camera flash zapping

- Hi, babies.

- Wow!

- You like?

- You know it's raining out there.

You're going to be freezing.

- Don't worry about me, baby.

|'|| outlive all of you.

- What are we drinking to?

- Hmm, me.

- How you feeling?

-Hmmm

Never better.

You'll never guess who's here.

Surprise.

- Carrie?

Hey.

You look great.

How she doing?

- Great.

- Nice headphones.

- I thought you'd like them.

- What are you doing here? - It wasn't me, it was...

it was Rachel.

She arranged for us to come and wanted to surprise you.

- Thanks.

- Carrie Are you all right?

- Yeah, no, I'm much better now.

- Gig Manager Hollow Body, you're next.

- About time.

Come, let's go freshen up in my dressing room real quick.

- Rachel, we don't have time for that.

- Relax, can't start without me.

- We did it, man, just like I promised you.

- Ugh, yeah.

- Come on, man, I thought you'd be happier.

You've dreamt about this since the moment I met you.

- Yeah, butjust not like this, man.

- Yeah, well, it's never the way you want it to be.

Hey, Jimmy, you just, you're not hearing me though.

It's...

- You're right, I'm not.

- Jimmy...

- Wow. This is, uh...

this is pretty amazing.

Don't think I've ever...

been in a room with these many mirrors before.

Yeah, it's kind of...

a pre-show ritual.

- You get what you need?

- chuckles Oh, yeah. static crackles

- All right, boys.

- Where's Carrie?

- She'll be down in a minute.

- Don't worry, she's got the best seat in the house.

- Could you take a picture of me before the show?

- Carrie Yeah.

I fucking knew it.

- Oops.

Yeah, about that...

You know, Carrie, you're very sweet.

But Scott doesn't want sweet.

He wants me.

- They're waiting for us, Rachel.

- Yeah, but you're not Rachel, are you?

Not since the accident.

Those heart attacks, they you, too?

- Who do you think you are?

Look at me.

You don't know what Scott wants.

You think I'm sweet?

There's more to me.

- You don't know me.

You don't know my family.

You don't know Scott.

What do you...

You fucking know?

tense music electric zapping

heavy breathing

- Mm chuckles

laughs

Oh! laughs

Oh.

You're bad.

It's show time.

- Stage Manager People, it's time, you're on!

- Jimmy, dude, what the hell are we going to do?

- We play.

- With that?

- Oh, I've played with worse. - Dude, we're going to, Jimmy!

- Come on, let's go, ha ha ha!

- This is unbelievable.

- Zach, dude...

tense music baby crying

- Compere Ladies and gentlemen,

from Hollywood, California,

Hollow Body. guitar twanging

lightning crashes

crowd screaming

- The strike killed us instantly.

The fire took another nine people,

injured, I don't know, 50.

But you know what?

They never found Rachel.

Not a trace.

Vanished.

Always leave them wanting more.

footsteps echoing

They say death is the ultimate career move.

I should know.

What can I say?

It's a living.

J‘ Yeah J‘

J‘ Oh, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away J‘

J‘ Hmm fade away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, fade away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, fade away, fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Oh, yeah, oh J‘

J‘ Don't you, don't you, don't you fade J‘

J‘ Oh, don't you fade away J‘

J‘ Fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah J‘

J‘ Why you wanna know J‘

J‘ What I think about you J‘

J‘ Well, I don't know yet J‘

J‘ What I think about myself J‘

J‘AII I know is when I'm around you J‘

J‘ My cares just fade away J‘

J‘ What can I say J‘

J‘ I love you in every way J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ 80, now I know J‘

J‘ How I feel about you J‘

J‘ But I cannot tell you J‘

J‘ 'Cause I don't want to scare you away J‘

J‘ How can I tell you that I think about you J‘

J‘ Every night and day J‘

J‘ What can I say J‘

J‘ I love you in every way J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ We're gonna hear all their wolves J‘

J‘ We're gonna hear them wolves J‘

J‘ They're always knocking on my door J‘

J‘ They're always knocking on my door J‘

J‘ Now I know what it's all for J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

J‘ You make the world worth fighting for J‘

J‘ It's just a perfect day J‘

chuckling

gasps and screams

- Ghost Rachel Mom?

- Ghost Barb Dead like me.