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- You've had the same dream
for a long time--

shooting
for National Geographic.

- You're gonna be away
for what, six months?

Well, good luck
with that, man.

- Maybe it's time for me
to get

my fucking shit together,
right?

Just like all of yous
are fuckin'

telling me all the time.

- I'm gonna manage
my sister's band.

- You actually think we're good
enough to get a record deal?

- Wildfire!
- [laughs]

- You're an amazing artist,
okay?

You have so much talent.

You need to do something
with it.

- Why do you think we can't
make this work?

- Because I can't marry
the guy I've been with

since I was 14!

I mean, come on.
The world is so fucking big.

[rock music]

- Sorry. Yeah.
I'm with the band.

Yeah, excuse me.
Thank you. Okay.

♪

- Oh, not so fast,
Nicky, baby.

Stop and say hello
to your beautiful mother here.

- [sighs] Hi, Mom.

Sorry, I can't talk
right now, okay?

I got a situation
I gotta deal with, okay?

- Whoa, what kind
of situation?

You need me to talk
to somebody?

- No. Definitely not, okay?

It's just--it's something
with the girls.

I really can't talk about it
right now. I gotta go.

- Oh, before you do,

you should stop and say hello
to our new friend.

We just met her at the bar.

- Yeah, Maria. This is the kid
we was talking about, Nicky.

- How you doing?
- I'm good.

But we've actually met before.

Or at least spoken on the phone
a few times.

I'm Maria Hernandez.
I run this place.

- Dummy,
this is theMaria.

- Oh, my God. Maria.

Yes. Hi. Yeah.

Thank you so much
for having us.

We really appreciate it.

- Now what's this problem
you're having with the girls?

Anything
I should worry about?

- Oh, no.
No, no, no.

It's no problem. No.

We're--we're just--
we're excited. is all.

We're so excited
that's it's a problem.

- Well, they should be because
they're lucky to get this gig.

But if they're as good
as your girl Juliana said,

I figured,
"Let's give them a shot."

And if they're not, well,
then they'll never be back.

- Nicky, did you notice
my outfit?

What do you think
of these pants Louie got me?

- Oh, look at this.
Pretty sexy, huh, kid?

- You're wearing
leather pants.

And you wanna know
if I think they're sexy.

I'm gonna go.
Yeah.

- Hey, before you go,
I wasn't bullshitting.

These girls better be good.

- They're not gonna be good.
They're gonna be great.

You're gonna love 'em.

[sighs] I take it she's
still not here?

- No, she's not fucking here.
Look around.

Use your eyes.
Do you see her anywhere?

- Okay, well,
where the fuck is she?

What the fuck happened?

- We got in a fight in the cab
on the way to the sound check,

and...we broke up.

- Like I told you you would.

I'm sorry, did I not say
that this would happen?

Did I not say
it was a bad idea

to date someone
in the fucking band?

Did I not say that?
- Yes, you fucking said that.

- Yes, you're so fucking
intelligent, Pags.

Thank you
for your foresight.

I mean, I live and learn,
I guess. I don't know.

What the fuck do
you want me to do?

- What's wrong with her?
Is she okay?

- She was nervous.
Now she's drunk.

But she'll be fine.
Right, Sarah? You good?

- [muffled] I'm fine.
- See?

- Okay, well, is she gonna be
able to play the gig?

- Doesn't matter if she's gonna
be able to play the gig or not

if we don't have
a fucking drummer.

- Okay, well, can you go on
without a drummer?

I mean, is that possible?

- No, it's not
fucking possible!

We're not fucking
Simon and Garfunkel

playing fucking
two-part harmonies.

We're a goddamn punk rock band,

and we can't be
fucking punk rock

if we don't have
a goddamn drummer!

- Okay, jeez.

Take it easy.

I'm just saying, you know,
Jules pulled a lot of strings

to get us in here.

And the owner's here--
who I just met, by the way--

who is for some reason

hanging out with Mom
and Mr. Ross at the bar.

Mom, by the way,
who is wearing leather pants?

Have you seen this?
- I did see that.

And she looks incredible.
I don't even know--

Mr. Ross knows a guy who knows
a guy who knows a guy

who gets them cheap.
She looks unreal.

- Yeah, well, I got a pair too.
What do you think?

- Gorgeous.
- Yeah. Whoo!

- You look so fucking hot
it's unreal.

- I can't move in these,
but it's hot.

- Okay!
Enough about the leather pants!

I'm sorry I brought it up.

What are we gonna do
about a drummer?

- Nicky, nobody in this room

knows what the fuck
we're gonna do

about not having
a fucking drummer, okay?

You wanted to be our manager,
right?

Congratulations, kid.
You got the job.

Now you gotta go out there
and fuckin' manage.

It's time to shine,
little brother.

It's fucking Hail Mary time.
Time to go deep.

It's on you.
You have to fucking manage us.

So go out there and manage.Come on.

[slapping]
Mush. You can do it.

- The fuck did I get myself
into?

- Hey, Sarah, you good?

Ready to rock and roll?

- [retches]
- Fuck.

[Ace Frehley's
"New York Groove"]

♪

♪

- ♪ Many years
since I was here ♪

♪

♪ On the street I was passin'
my time away ♪

♪ To the left
and to the right ♪

♪ Buildings towering
to the sky ♪

♪ It's out of sight

♪ In the dead of night

♪ Ooh

♪ Here I am,
and in this city... ♪

- Hey, babe. You wanna join us
for some drinks?

- Yeah, I might--never.

- ♪ You better believe
- ♪ I'm back

♪ Back in the New York
groove ♪

♪ I'm back

- Are they here yet?

- They're in the back.

♪

- Hey, send me a dirty martini,
will ya?

- You got it, doll.

- Oh, my God, Erica.

[smooching]
How you doing, baby?

You look beautiful.

I'll catch up
with you girls later.

I gotta go deal with this
little drink thing.

But--[smooches] See ya.
- See ya.

♪

- Hey, there you are.
Stacey, remember Henry?

- [exhales] Of course I do.

- We were just laughing
about the craziness

of the day that we met.

- Oh, it was sheer lunacy
backstage that night.

Crazy.
- Ooh.

- Yeah. I'm sorry.

And how exactly did you two
meet again?

Oh, thank God.
- Wait, do you wanna

tell the story or should I?
- Please tell the story.

You tell it so much better
than I do.

- Okay. So remember
that freelance gig

I got with Bill Blass?
I was working backstage?

- And the minute I saw her,

I was immediately
taken with her.

- Which is fucking insane

because I was a frantic mess
that day.

I had to get all the models
dressed,

put them back on the stage.
Forget about it.

- And it goes without saying,
the models were all gorgeous.

One more lovely than the next.
- Yeah.

And in various states
of undress too.

Boobs flying everywhere.

- But instead of paying
attention to them

or their boobs,
the minute I see Jill,

I only had eyes for her.
- Yeah, and myboobs.

- No, darling.
It wasn't your boobs.

Well, it was partially
your boobs.

- [laughs]
- But it was your intensity,

your tenacity,
your toughness.

And I knew right then
and there

she was a girl
I needed to meet.

- Mm-hmm.
And you know the rest.

We got a few drinks...
- Yeah.

And then you woke me up
at 4:00 in the morning.

How could I forget?

- Sorry about that, love.

We might have been a bit loud
and early, a bit randy.

- Ugh. Will you fucking die
for that accent?

- Yeah.

- [in British accent]
A bit randy, weren't we?

- Oh, you mock me, do you?

- Mm. [smooches]
- Yeah, I'd fucking die.

- Any news?

- In the last two minutes, no.

- Don't pick on me.
I can't help it if I'm excited.

My boy has been gone
for almost a year.

Now, do you think he'll call
when he lands

or just jump in a cab?

Because I really
hope he calls.

- Please take this, go outside,
sit on the porch,

and wait for him there, okay?

- All right.
[phone rings]

How about that?
[can pops]

My boy knew I needed
to hear his voice,

and he calls right on cue.

Jimbo.

Uh, no. Who is this?

Maya from
National Geographic.

No, we haven't heard
anything yet.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, well,
we miss him terribly too.

All right.

Yeah, of course. No.

I will make sure
he gets it.

- Who was that?

- Maya from the Bill Ford crew
who misses him terribly already

and is insisting that he calls
the moment he gets home.

- Are you kidding me?
How exciting is that?

That means he actually met
somebody new.

- I know. I know.
A new love for our boy.

I never thought
I'd see the day.

- Thank you so much, buddy.
I appreciate that.

- You got it.

- Yo, Pags, we're not late,
are we?

- No, no. You're fine.

But the show might not even
fucking happen, okay?

- What? Why?
- Dude, the drummer's MIA,

and we can't find someone
to replace her,

and they're supposed to go on
in ten fucking minutes.

And I--I honestly feel like I'm
about to fucking cry right now.

- What, they can't go on
without a drummer?

- Yeah, why don't you just do
an acoustic set or something?

- Yeah, come on.
- No, they can't go on

without a drummer!

They're not fucking
Simon and Garfunkel

playing two-part fucking
harmonies.

They're a punk rock band.
You can't be a punk rock band

without any fucking drums!

- Pags...
- I'm sorry.

I'm all wound up.

[sighs] I've been trying
to get them in here

for fucking months,
and tonight, the drummer quits?

And, on top of everything else,
my fucking mother is in there

wearing skin-tight leather
fucking pants.

- Hey, look at you.
- What's happening?

- I don't know.
Hey, how are you?

- I just spoke to the girls.
What the hell are we gonna do?

- I have no fucking idea.

- Yo, I have a solution
for you.

Why don't you ask Tammy
to fill in?

I mean, you remember, dude.

She was a part of
the high school drum line.

- Ha ha. Not funny.
- Come on.

- Don't do this.
- T-t-t-that's true.

You were in band
in high school, Tammy.

Can you fill in?
- No. Absolutely not.

No. Okay, that was
so many years ago,

and I'm not even
a real drummer.

- Come on, Tammy, you know
that you can still play.

Dude, you remember.

She was badass
behind those drums.

- Yes! Yeah, yeah.
You did Battle of the Bands

with Dustin and Adam
from Foreplay.

- Tammy, is this true?

- No.
- Yes. Yes.

- Kind of. Kind of. No.

I--I can play a little bit,

but not in front
of a huge crowd like that.

And I was never badass.

- Okay. When was the last time
you played?

- I don't know.
Like, a couple years ago.

- Oh, Tammy, it's like riding
a bike.

I know you got this.

- Look, it's settled.

You're playing, okay?
- No, Pags.

I'm not going anywhere. No.

Thank you, Mikey.
- Tammy, we really need you.

- Fuck! Yeah.
- [screams]

- Okay. I'll do it. Yeah.
- [laughs]

- Come on. Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

- Let's go!
Let's rock and roll, baby!

[all speaking at once]
- She's on the bill.

She's on the bill!

- Are you fucking
shitting me?

Tammy?
You want Tammy to play drums?

- She was in band
in high school.

She was on the drum line.

What other choice do we have?

- Go out there and pull
the fucking fire alarm.

- That is not a fucking option.

If you guys do not go out
and play tonight,

you will never get
invited back.

Not to mention my fucking ass
is on the line.

So I highly suggest for you
guys to try and play with her,

or you may never have
another shot.

- What do you think?

- I think we should do it.
I think they're right.

- What if we go out there
and take a big fucking

giant shit on stage?

- Please tell me
you're fucking kidding.

- I didn't mean literally.
- Okay, Lizzie,

no one has ever said that they
loved one of our shows

because of
the drumming, right?

They love you.
They fucking love you.

You're incredible, so you
just go out there, and you--

you do what you do, yeah?

- All right,
let's fucking do it.

- Yeah.
- Hallelujah.

- Okay, go get her.
Go get Tammy.

- Someone wake her ass up.
- Kay.

- What she said.

- Hey, Sarah.
Rise and shine, sweetheart.

Time to go.
- [whistles]

- Let's rock and roll.

Aww, there she is.

- Kitty!

Kitty, he's home!

There he is. There he is.

- Hey, Dad.
- Jesus Christ, look at you.

Oh, my God.
It's been a long year.

It's been a long year, James.

- How you doing, Dad?
How you doing?

- Better now.
So much better now.

- Arthur, let him go.

- What?
I'm sorry, all right?

I missed him.

- I missed you too.
- Go.

Give your mother a hug
and kiss, all right?

I'll get your bag.

- Oh, my God, James.
I missed you so much.

- I missed you, Ma.

Oh, my God.
Man, I missed this place too.

Feels good to be back.

- Well, wait
till tomorrow night.

We got a whole little
welcome-home party

planned for you.

Your mother and I
reached out to everybody,

and the whole gang
is gonna be here.

- "Your mother and I."
No, I reached out.

Your father bought
the steaks and the burgers.

- And the beer, of course.
- Really?

So, uh, who exactly
did you invite?

- Don't worry,
I called Jill too.

- And she's gonna come?

- She said she and Stacey'll
both be here.

That's all right, huh?

- [chuckles]
That's--that's great.

- So Hank, did Jill tell you
we have a big party

to go to tomorrow afternoon?

- I've asked you several times
tonight not to call me that.

My name's Henry, not Hank.

- Did I say Hank again?
I meant Henry.

- Oh, this one's
just delightful, isn't she?

- Yeah.
- So what's this I hear

about a party,
and I'm not invited?

- Okay, first of all,
it's not a "big party."

Thank you.

It's a barbecue
out in Long Island

with our old friends.
You do not want to go.

- And why would you assume
I wouldn't want to go?

Don't you think I'd get on with
your bridge and tunnel friends?

- Mm, definitely not.

- It's my ex-boyfriend's
welcome-home dinner.

- Yeah, of course.
The photographer.

- Don't tell me
you're jealous.

- I made the mistake
of telling him all about Jimmy.

- And all about
their sexual exploits.

- 'Cause you asked.
- Regrettably.

- Yeah. Now he seems to think
that if Jimmy and I

are in the same room
as one another,

we're gonna jump right back
into each other's arms.

- It's the jumping into bed
that concerns me more.

- Well, then don't give me
a reason to.

- Oh, I won't.

- So you are jealous.
I love it.

- No, that's not jealousy.
That's my being territorial.

I just don't want anybody else
going near my girl.

- Wow. Your girl, huh?
Wait, I'm confused.

Haven't you guys just known
each other a couple weeks?

- What can I say?
This rapturous young lady

has captured my heart.

- Yeah, I'm a rapturous
young lady. What can he do?

- Wow. That's so wonderful
for you two,

But hey, Hanky-panky, let's go
back to the barbecue.

Now, you're not so territorial
that you'd be upset

if Jill went to Jimmy's party,
are you?

- Well, answer her.

- In my defense, this is
the first I'm hearing of it.

- So what do you think?

Should she go...or not?

- To be perfectly honest, no.

I don't think I like the idea
very much at all.

- Oh, baby.
- What?

- Why not?
What are you scared of?

- Really? You know what?

I'm so sorry I even
brought it up.

Let's change the subject, huh?

- Hey, Jules. This is
Lisa Bishop from Atlantic.

- Oh, my God.
Thank you so much for coming.

Of course, I didn't think you
were gonna come at all.

- Well, you hyped them up.
What was I gonna do, not show?

- This is fucking awesome.
Thank you so much.

Enjoy the show, ladies.
Cheers.

- [exhales]
- Holy shit.

You're not gonna believe
who's here tonight.

Lisa Bishop
from Atlantic Records.

- What the fuck?
What is she doing here?

- I might have invited her,
but I had no idea

she was actually gonna show up.

- Oh. Mm.

I love you.
- I love you.

- [laughs]
[microphone feedback]

Thank you!

[glasses clink]

Oh, shit.

Tammy better be able
to pull this off.

- First of all, thank you
for being such a terrific son

who kept his promise
and wrote all the time.

- What can I say, Dad?
I'm a man of my word.

- Your father read each one
about a dozen times.

- And these? I mean,
the Polaroids were also

just terrific.

You know, they really gave us
a sense of where you were.

I mean, look at that.
How great is that?

- That was in the Andes.

Took us over a month
to find the pumas

Mr. Ford was looking to shoot.

- And how about this beauty?

How long did it take you
to find her?

- Ah.

- Yeah, your mother and I
were speculating

maybe something might have
been going on there, huh?

- Yeah, it might have been.

- That Maya by chance?
- Yeah.

- How do you know her name?

- She called here, what,
about a half hour

before you got home?

- What?
What did she say?

- Just that her flight
got cancelled.

Don't worry,
she left a number.

- Dad, how could you not
tell me?

She's--she's probably waiting
by the phone.

- Well, excuse me for being
excited that my son got home

who's been gone for a year.
- Yeah.

- Guess I got
a little distracted.

- [chuckles]
A little distracted? Okay.

Man, I can't wait for you guys
to meet her.

You're gonna love her.
She's the best.

[line ringing]

- Kid's not home five minutes.
Unbelievable.

- Hey, baby.
Hey, it's me.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome Wildfire.

[cheers and applause]

- Don't worry.
You're gonna be fine, okay?

Remember, it's just
pretty basic stuff.

It's a straight four
rock beat,

and you'll just look at me
for the changes, okay?

- Okay.
- All right? You got this.

Thanks for doing this.

- All right.
What's up, Memoir Club?

Hey!
[cheers and applause]

We are Wildfire,

and we are here to burn
this motherfucker down.

- Whoo!
[cheers and applause]

- You ready?
- I hope so.

- Let's go. [laughs]

[guitar playing]

♪

[drums and bass join in]

♪

- Yo, Tammy's pretty good.

- Bro, I told you, bro.

♪

- ♪ No doubt about it

♪ No time to lose

♪ No second-rate escape could
take the place of you ♪

♪ No bedroom banter,
no drunken eyes ♪

♪ No three-ring circus thing
gonna make me compromise ♪

♪ You
- ♪ Uh-huh

- ♪ You got me hooked,
I'm drunk ♪

- ♪ Uh-huh

- ♪ Ain't no doubt about it,
baby ♪

♪ You're the only one

- ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh

- ♪ And now I gotta tell you,
baby ♪

♪ I kinda got a thing for you

♪ I know we've just begun

♪ But I'm the only one

♪

- ♪ For you

♪

♪ Oh

♪

[cheers and applause]

♪ I'll wait for you

♪ I'll wait for you

♪ I'll wait for you

♪ Yes, I am for you

- ♪ I'll wait for

- ♪ No doubt about it

♪ No time to lose

♪ No second-rate escape's gonna
take the place of you, no ♪

♪ No doubt about it

♪ No time to spare

♪ I do those crazy things

♪ And places that I swear

♪ You, you got me

♪ Oh, love you got me hooked

♪ And drunk

♪ Ain't no doubt about it,baby ♪

♪ You're the only one

♪ You're the only one

♪ You're the only one

[music concludes]

[cheers and applause]

- Was that okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, that'll do.

[cheers and applause]

- So you really seem to like
this new girl, huh?

- [chuckles] Yeah.

Yeah, we're pretty serious.

- Well, in that case,
maybe we should think

about canceling
this barbecue today.

You know, save you
the awkward reunion with Jill.

And I'm sure Maya can't love
the idea of you seeing your ex.

- No, actually she was
totally cool with it.

- Was she?
I call bullshit.

She might have
told you that,

but I can assure you
she was lying.

- No, we talked about it.

And she's totally cool 'cause
she's a great, confident girl

and she knows
how I feel about her.

- Even still, why would you
wanna risk it?

You know, had your mother
and I known that you had

a new girlfriend, we never
would have invited Jill.

- Dad, I'm telling you
it's fine.

Besides, I wanna see her.

- Yeah.
That's what worries me.

Hey, you know what?
I got a proposition for you.

How about this?
- Oh.

- I hit this shot,
the party's cancelled.

- Go for it.

- And there.
The party is cancelled.

Thank you very much.
- Dad, no.

Party's still on.
Although I gotta admit,

for an old geezer, your jumper
still looks pretty good.

- For an old geezer?
- Yeah.

The Knicks could have
used you this year.

- Give me that rock.

Double or nothing
on this party.

I got Micheal Ray
at the top of the key.

All right? He sees Cartwright
on the low post.

No-look pass.
They hit old man Farrell.

Five seconds. Four.

Three. Two. One.
At the buzz!

Oh, count it folks.
Count it.

Oh, my God. The Knicks
win it at the buzzer!

The crowd at Madison Square
Garden is going nuts!

They can't believe it!

The folks in the world's
most famous arena

can't believe their eyes!

And the party is canceled!

- So I've been thinking
about this barbecue

and your ex and--
- I'm gonna interrupt you

'cause there is something
about me

that I think you should know.

If you ever tell me
not to do something--

and I don't give a shit
what it is--

I'm gonna do it.

And then I'm never gonna talk
to you again.

So bearing that in mind,
please finish your thought.

- Well, then I guess
it's a good thing

I was about to say that I think
you should go to this barbecue

and I hope you have an
absolutely wonderful time.

- Oh, I'm so happy
to hear that.

- I'll call you tomorrow,darling.

- [in British accent]
Okay, darling.

- [exhales]

Don't let the door
hit you on the ass, Hank.

[paper crinkles]

Oh, my God.

I thought he was
never gonna leave.

- Yeah, well, what can I say?

Time flies when you're
having fun.

- Really, Jill?

'Cause, you know,
I just don't get it.

Don't you think he's
a little too old for you

and a little too slick
and a little too fancy?

- Yeah, but he's also worldly,
sophisticated, charming,

and really fucking rich.

- Yeah, you left out married.

- Well, nobody's perfect.

[The Orleans' "Still the One"]

- One hot dog appetizer
for Mikey D.

Enjoy.
- Thank you, Mr. Farrell.

- You, please man the grill.
- Yes, sir.

♪

- Baby girl, you look a little
empty-handed over there.

- Yes, thank you very much.

- Anything for you.

- "Baby girl."

- Don't even get me started,okay?

- All right.
All right.

- You don't know the halfof it.

- Oh, I cannot believe the
phone call you got last night.

- Can you keep your fucking
mouth shut, please?

- Yes, I can.
- Please.

- I'll, uh, keep my fucking
mouth shut over here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you were so amazing
last night.

- Oh, thank you, Pags.
- So good.

- Thank you.
It's not happening.

- Okay.

Hey, you boys need a beer?

- I'm good.
- Yeah, let me get one, Pags.

- Yeah, you want one?

Oh, baby.

You will not believe the phone
call Jules got last night.

This A&R lady from
Atlantic Records was there.

She said they showed promise.
[chuckles]

And get this--

she was especially impressed
with the drummer.

- And you have me to thank
for that, so you're welcome.

- Thank you very much.
Just do me a favor all right?

Just keep it
under your hats.

Jules doesn't want everyone
finding out and, you know,

getting their hopes up.

- Buddy, stop looking
at the watch, all right?

She'll get here
when she gets here.

- I know. I know.
- Hey.

Don't you have
a new girlfriend

you're supposed
to be excited about?

- Yeah, I do. What?

[laughter]
What?

What? I can't fucking
be excited to see her too?

- Not really.

I mean, Jimmy, you've been
down this road before.

Excitement leads to lust,

which leads to sex,
which leads to love,

which leads to getting
your heart broken.

It's a very slippery slope,
my friend.

- Hey, Pagnetti.

I heard the show went great
last night, huh?

Unfortunately, this one does
not allow her parents

to go to her rock and rollshows.

- Yeah, because there's
nothing rock and roll

about having your parents
show up at a gig.

No offense, Lizzie.

- Still, kinda broke my heart.

- Just for the record,
I did not invite them, okay?

Nicky did.
That's his fault.

- Yeah, well, I invited them,
and it was a sight to see.

You girls were incredible.

I mean, seriously,
they were unbelievable,

and I'm--I'm just proud
to be their manager,

because they burned
the fucking house down.

- [laughs] That's what
wildfires do, right?

- Yeah.

- Hey, let's hear it
for this beauty over here.

She was pretty incredible,
wasn't she?

- Incredible?
She saved our asses.

- Wait, I didn't even know you
were in the band, Tammy.

- Oh, no.
No, I'm not.

I was just--
I was just filling in.

- That is total bullshit,
all right?

This is not
some one-night stand.

You can't just get up on stage
and rock our world like that

and then never fucking call us
again, okay?

Especially
since Atlantic Records

is interested
in us now, right?

- What?

- You fucking told?

- She's my sister.

- I told Genie too.

- Yeah. She and I are...
best friends.

- Yeah, he just broke the news
to us too.

- Wonderful.
It's a family affair.

We all know.

- Well, except for me.

I mean, but I don't--
I don't need to know.

I don't want to know.

Because, you know, although
it was fun and it was great,

I'm in school, so I can't
be in a rock band.

- Boo.
- Boo.

- Yeah, no.

- What's that?
I smell bullshit.

[booing continues]

- Talk to this girl.

- ♪ Still the one

♪ Yes, you're still the one

♪

♪ We're still having fun

♪ And you're still the one

♪

- Hey, quick, does this look
all right?

- Let's just say
he's gonna fucking die

when he sees you, baby.
- Good. That's my intention.

- Okay, okay.

[whistles]
Hey, we're here!

- Oh.
- Hey.

- Hey, look who it is.
- Oh, look at these two.

[all speaking at once]

- Nice to see you again.

Welcome.
- Hello.

- Wow, Pags, nice moustache.
- Oh, thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

- You gonna hug me or what?
- I'm--I'll give you a hug.

[upbeat music playing]

Hey, you know, before--
before this all gets started,

could I talk to you
for a second?

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah, yeah.

Step into my office.
- [laughs] Okay.

- Thanks for coming,
by the way.

- Yeah, of course.
- Appreciate it.

- What am I gonna do, not come?
- Well, I don't know.

- Of course.

- [laughs]

It's fucking weird
seeing you.

- Yeah.

- How are you?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

- Are you good?
- Yeah.

- Just a little bit of culture
shock being back, you know?

Seeing everybody and...

seeing you.
- I know.

It's bizarre to even hear
your voice after all this time.

- Right? You realize this is
the longest we've gone

without speaking to each
other since, like,

the sixth grade?
- It's fucking crazy.

But it was nice to get
your letters.

You know, while they lasted.

- Look, I wanted to apologize
about that.

It just didn't seem fair
to Maya,

the girl I wrote to you about,
to keep writing to you

once we got together, you know?
- Yeah, of course.

I understand.
You found someone new,

you kicked me to the curb.
Told you that would happen.

- No, no, no, no.
That isn't it at all.

- I'm fucking with you, Jimmy.
- Oh.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Um...

anyhow, we're still together,
in case you were wondering.

- [laughs] Jimmy, I'm gonna
save you the trouble.

I'm not here 'cause I'm hoping
to get back together with you.

I'm here 'cause you're one of
my oldest and dearest friends.

I've missed you and I wanted to
see your handsome little face

and welcome you home,
that's all, okay?

- Okay.

Okay, I just...wanna be clear
with where I'm at.

That's all.
- And I get it.

That's where you're at.
- Mm-hmm.

- So...

does that mean that we're not
gonna end the night

sneaking down
to your darkroom

so I can fuck the shit
out of you?

For old time's sake?

- Get the fuck out of here,
Jill.

- I'm fucking with you.

[gasps] Or am I?

- [laughs]

- You guys gonna join us?
- Yeah, Mr. Farrell.

One sec, we'll be right
with you.

No?

You sure?

Come on. Gotta go say hi
to your parents.

I bet they missed me
even more than you did.

- ♪ It's too late
to say sorry ♪

- I was afraid we lost you two.
Get in there.

[all chattering]

- Hey. [laughs]

- ♪ It's too late
to say sorry ♪

♪ It's too late
to say sorry ♪

♪ It's too late
to say sorry ♪

♪ And baby,
don't you hurry now ♪

- No, it's too late, sorry.

[upbeat rock music]

♪

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