Art of a Hit (2024) Movie Script
1
(crowd cheering)
- [Announcer] That's right Billy
we've got a great
show for you tonight.
But first, with a cut
from their debut album
that is quickly
climbing the charts.
It's Excelsis!
(crowd cheering)
(guitar chord blaring)
- [Stage Manager]
One minute away.
- You think she'll
be watching this?
- Okay, let's focus, Romeo.
- You got this man.
(crowd cheering)
- Timmy, remember to keep that
gain down on the hammertone.
- Yo, I got you son.
- Mat, you need to keep
the velocity consistent
on that left hand.
- I'll do it how I always do it.
- I'm good, bud.
This beats playing in
your cousin's basement.
- A little better, right?
- [Stage Manager] I've got
Alan Albright, Alan Albright.
- Bass. Thank you.
Hey, Alan?
- [Alan] Hey, how
are my two boys, huh?
Let's kick some ass!
- Yeah, thanks, whatever, man.
My brother.
This is exactly what we
dreamed of, right? (laughing)
- All right. Hands in, eyes up.
We got two and a half
minutes to change our lives.
- [Cristin] That's
what she said!
(crowd cheering)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic ominous music)
(screams)
When I was a movie star
An asteroid had
hit the Earth
And prematurely
ended my career
I thought out loud
But no one heard me saying
So sue me, it's up to me
If I decide to be
what I think is right
Don't bother me
when I'm watching
"Planet of the Apes" on TV
That's right, that's
how it should be
- Ryan.
Yo, Ryan, where are we going?
Dude, we're just passing
a bunch of fucking grass.
Where are we going?
- [David] All right, all
right, here's a classic.
- [Timmy] Dude, what is that?
(rock music)
- What?
- Turn it off.
- What, this is like one
of your guys' best songs.
- [Cristin] Yeah, it was
one of our best songs.
- [David] Is it true
Miles wrote that song
in like 10 minutes?
- [Timmy] All right,
somebody needs
to tell the new guy the rules.
- Listen.
- What rules?
- Ryan's rules, number one.
Don't play the old album.
Number two.
- [All] Don't fucking
talk about Miles.
- [David] Okay, I'm sorry.
He left like eight years ago.
- [Cristin] Yeah, but the
last time that we were a band
was like eight years ago.
- [David] I have some
pretty cool new ideas
that I think would take you guys
in a new direction.
- All right. You know what?
We don't need your
cool ideas, okay?
- [David] I know
what's in right now
and that's why I'm here.
- [Timmy] You have no
idea what's in right now!
- [David] It's called pop rock.
- [Timmy] You have no
idea what's in right now!
- [Mat] Shut up!
- [David] So what's
the deal with Ryan?
Is he just always like that?
- Yeah.
You know the old, we're getting
the band back together thing,
he just thinks that this
is like his one shot
to make an album that's as good
as the one we made
before Miles left.
- Right.
I'm just happy to be here 'cause
I'm a big fan of you guys.
I'm just trying to
learn as much as I can
and then hopefully a solo album.
- Yeah, see, just don't
say shit like that out loud
and you'll be fine.
- This is the last time
you gonna hear my voice.
No. Nah, I don't give a fuck.
- Another heartbreak
in the books.
Yo, band card's not working.
- Hey!
Listen can you not
be a dick to David?
The label said that he
has a big following.
- I don't give a shit
about a following.
- Maybe he can add
something new to our sound.
- I'm not here to
find a new sound.
I'm here to make
a good rock album.
Rock.
- So am I.
- Yeah. It's the last time
I'm doin' this shit for you.
(door clicks)
Oh. You gotta pay for these.
(foreboding music)
(foreboding music continues)
- Would you rather
write a song that sucks
but goes platinum or write
the greatest rock song
ever written, but no
one will ever hear it?
- I dunno, that's
impossible to answer.
But I will say, if my
song goes platinum,
I will enjoy in my hot
tub, drinking a margarita
and enjoying life.
- Okay.
- I think platinum
would be sick.
- I mean, what's the point
of making music if
nobody's gonna listen?
- So, just to be clear,
everyone here wants to sell out.
Why don't we just write a song
for a Taco Bell commercial
and just call it a day?
- Now that's a good idea.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I love Taco Bell.
- You'd fucking like that,
wouldn't you?
- I love Taco Bell.
- [Mat] Yo quiero
platinum. El platinum.
Le Platinum.
- Le platinum.
- Okay. What about
just to compromise,
you know, we could
be like JS Bach,
die and then sell out,
like long after death.
- Platinum after death. Yeah,
that's a good band name.
- [Ryan] Usuals?
- Yeah, yeah. Double. Please
- Can I get a lemonade
and Grenadine?
- Oh, David's got the
straight edge. You know that?
- [David] No, I don't.
I'm just trying to
focus on the music.
- [Mat] You and me both.
- [Cristin] You're just
trying to focus on Liza.
- [Mat] I am not
talking about Liza.
(gentle guitar music)
- [All] Cheers.
(glasses clinking)
- She took the
couch and I'm like,
"This is my couch bitch I paid
off the credit cards. Okay?"
If I paid off the credit cards,
everything that was on
the credit card is mine.
So who's the couch?
- Do you like the couch?
- Hell no.
- Then don't keep the couch.
- Um, hey, not to
freak everyone out,
but the bartender
said that the castle
we're going to is
like really fucked up.
- What, no AC?
- Like everyone that goes
there loses their mind.
(sinister music)
- Well, we're already broke
musicians chasing a pipe dream.
I think we've lost
our fucking minds.
- Wait, wait. I'm not broke.
I, I actually make money
playing music unlike you guys.
- Yeah and you look really cool
standing behind Nickelback.
(Cristin and Timmy chuckle)
- Ryan, do you believe him?
- He's probably just
fucking with you, buddy.
(gentle guitar music)
- Okay, look, see now exhibit
A. This guy right here.
This is Cristin's dream gig.
This is the venue.
- This guy is killing it.
- This is it. This
is what you're
talking about, right?
- He showed up.
- He did show up.
- I have so much respect
for that.
- Yeah.
(singer singing in
foreign language)
- I feel bad for him.
No one here. No one listening.
- It's a good song.
- Well, he is in his peak
moment right now in life.
Okay. He's happy, look at him.
He's enjoying himself.
That's what we need.
We Jealous. Y'all jealous?
Y'all jealous y'all
don't get to see somebody
enjoying themselves.
- [Timmy] Alright. You
need to take lessons.
(singer singing in Occitan)
(dramatic guitar music)
- Hey, Ryan?
Hey, Ryan. Ryan.
The band card's not working.
(phone ringing)
- [Les] Alan Albright's office.
- Hey Les. Uh, so the
band's card isn't working.
Could you uh, could
you put Alan on?
- [Les] Hi, Ryan.
I'm glad you called.
Unfortunately the label is
not going to move forward
with the album.
(sinister music)
- What?
- We've been trying
to reach you.
I'm not sure how
to say this, but-
- What the fuck are you
talking about?
- Yeah, we're having to focus
just on its priority artists.
- Priority artists. What the
fuck does that even mean?
Les, put Alan on.
Please get Alan.
Okay? Put Alan on the phone.
- [Les] He's not gonna give
you the answer you want, Ryan.
- Les. Les, put Alan-
(Timmy spitting)
(phone beeps)
- He pick up?
- No.
- [Timmy] Ah, fuck
Alan. Fuck Alan!
(car rumbling)
(soft, sinister music)
- [Timmy] Damn, so this
is where they recorded
Joan of Arc and Pedro the Lion?
- I think the new Pedro the
Lion stuff's pretty overrated,
but it's still blowing
up on the P2P servers.
- What is a P2P server? Huh?
If it's not analog,
it's not music.
- Damn.
Shit.
Okay. Yeah. I gotta
get this on my video.
I'm starting a new thing.
It's called a video
blog, journal thing.
- A what?
- I'm gonna call it,
I'm just gonna
say video journal.
Vajournal.
- Vajournal? (laughs)
- Vajournal.
- [Timmy] I love it. What?
- Okay.
Woo. Does this super
producer have a phone number?
- Hey. So we're supposed
to be here, right?
- Yeah, we're
supposed to be here.
You still tweaking about
what the bartender said?
- No, I'm not. Shut the fuck up.
- [Timmy] You shut the fuck up.
- [Mat] Yeah, I'm gonna
get this on camera
in case we don't leave
this motherfucking-
(Ryan hammering)
(group laughing)
(group chatting indistinctly)
- [Timmy] Ryan.
What's up? Come on.
(group laughs)
(sinister music)
- [Ryan] Look, I know things
haven't always gone our way.
- [Timmy] What?
You talking about this
trip or your entire life?
- I know I can be in
my head sometimes.
But if we just
trust the process.
We have everything we need right
here to make a great album.
- Yeah?
My therapist, she said, you
don't need to plan sometime.
You can just wing it.
- What's your therapist's
name? Dr. Oprah?
- No, her name is Denise.
Oprah too expensive.
- (scoffs) Oh shit. You don't
wanna forget about this.
Ryan's book of hits from
the last forever. (chuckles)
- They're good.
- [Timmy] Yeah. I
guess we'll find out.
(gates clanking and creaking)
- Okay. See?
(gentle guitar music)
- [Cristin] This is
crazy. What the fuck?
- You ready for this shit?
If you gonna make
a comeback album,
this is the perfect
place to do it.
(gunshots banging)
- Fuck!
- Get the fuck down!
(tense music)
- Fuck!
(gunshots banging)
Jesus fucking Christ.
Fuck. What the fuck? (panting)
- [Ryan] All right. Fuck this.
- [Charlie] Pigeons.
If you have your shot.
You gotta take it.
(Ryan sighs)
(footsteps crunching)
- [Timmy] All right.
Fuck this guy.
- [David] Look, he has
an unconventional style,
but his work speaks for himself.
Okay? Have you read
his book? It's awesome.
- No, I don't read
books about music.
I play music. You fucking nerd.
- Okay, excuse me
for giving a shit
and doing research on the
guy that we're working with.
- [Timmy] All right dude,
what's that in your nose?
Is that a little shit from
being such a little kiss ass?
- Just shut up.
Shut up.
- Hey guys, for two seconds,
look like a competent
band, please.
- Nah, let him keep going.
I'm filming all this shit.
- Welcome to Dordogne.
- Ryan.
- I know.
- Hi, I'm David and I
read, I read your book.
- Shh.
(Charlie inhales deeply)
(Charlie exhales)
- Uh.
(Charlie exhales).
Are we? Oh, okay,
we're doing this.
(Charlie inhales and exhales)
(Charlie inhales
and exhales loudly)
- Once you walk
through those doors,
you are no longer musicians.
You're explorers
searching for the deepest,
most personal entity
within yourselves.
And if that turns into a
song, that's all just a bonus.
- Oh! Almost caught
the Holy Ghost.
Liza, we supposed to get
married in some shit like this.
- Yeah. Once we walk
through those doors,
no more mentions of Liza.
- So (clears throat) do we get
to stay in the little towers?
- You don't get to stay
until I see what you got.
- What does that mean?
- What do I have to say?
What do you think it means?
You don't get to stay
until I see what you got.
Studio's in here.
- [Timmy] Alright, Pimp
Frodo's not a nice one. Hm.
Is there a chapter in his
book about how he's a douche?
- [Cristin] This guy really
understands hospitality.
- If it's good enough
for Joan of Arc,
it's good enough for us.
(gunshot bangs)
(birds flapping)
- Not gonna get used to that.
(guitar twanging)
(drums banging)
(guitar twanging continues)
(guitar twanging continues)
(guitar strumming)
- All right, so we're
gonna start in a F sharp,
F sharp minor.
- You mean like uh...
(guitar strumming)
- Don't play that!
We're not allowed to
play the old songs,
remember?
- What? He said F sharp minor.
It's a good song.
- [David] What the
fuck guys. Fuck!
- Oh shit.
- Whoa.
- The next snapped.
How did this happen?
- [Cristin] Oh my God.
- [Timmy] Oh, I brought a
soft case and my guitar broke.
- [David] Will you
shut the fuck up?
- [Mat] Yeah, bro, come on
man. That's a rookie move, bro.
- [David] I mean,
I have my old one,
but this is my recording bass.
- Hey, if you just
give us like an hour.
It's been, it's been
a minute since we've-
- It's been five years.
- Look, you either
have it or you don't.
- All right.
(sighs) Um, this one's
called "Disgrace."
Timmy, just ride on A and
just Dave, follow along.
- Yeah.
- It's gonna be.
(upbeat rock music)
- What else?
- We didn't even get to the
chorus, it's the best part.
- Then start there.
- All right. Hey, Mat,
we're gonna start in G.
Cristin like dig in
the high hat, right?
(guitar riff blaring)
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. Not that.
- What? You know Miles
would've loved it.
- He's not here.
(guitar twanging)
Oh, hey, can you just
trust me on this?
- Dude, you just
need to calm down.
I do trust you. Okay, baby?
(guitar twanging)
- All right. You know what?
Timmy wants to play in A.
I guess we're playing in A.
And one, two, three.
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
- Anything else?
- He really is like the book.
- What do you want us to play?
Ryan just gave you
two good songs.
- It's good. It's fine.
I, I got like, Wheels on
the Bus starts playing
I got, I got more stuff.
- Man, I love being in a band.
Wheels on the Bus
That sounds like a
hit. Let's play that.
- Look, is there like
anything in particular
you want to hear?
- I didn't invite
you here. You asked.
And the last time I checked,
I didn't see a lot of interest
in resurrecting the
careers of a B-list band
that's a decade
past their prime.
- [David] He's not wrong.
- Alright, I'm gonna go
kick that guy in the face.
- It's good.
Hey, listen man, look, I
think I speak for all of us
when I say I'm, I'm
really appreciative
to be here with you and,
look man, we just wanna
make like a really-
- [Tim] Good music.
[David] Platinum.
- Good album here with you.
- Great. Let's do that.
Are you gonna play something
or do you want me
to call the label
to book your flights?
(sinister music)
- No, no, don't call the label.
Um, Timmy, gimme a,
gimme A minor seventh
and then just back to A minor.
(guitar strumming)
Pick it. Pick it.
(guitar music)
- That's good.
- I know.
- All right you guys, we're
gonna do a walkup from D.
Start on the eighth.
Mat, just do a reverse
walkup, but also eighth.
We all start at the
same time, right?
Right?
- Yeah.
- One, two, three.
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(upbeat rock music continues)
You're having the time
Of my life
And I loved you
much too late
There are things
I'd like to say
So many things
I'd like to change
(upbeat rock music)
(guitar riff twanging)
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
- Woo.
- Fuck! Yes.
Oh, that felt so fucking
good. I love you guys.
Fuck, yes.
- [David] It could
use some sweetener,
but I'm not gonna let perfection
get in the way of good.
- It's not a hit.
- [David] I knew it.
- But you can stay.
Unpack. We'll do a tour in 30.
- [Timmy] Is it just me
or is Charlie out
of his goddamn mind?
- Well, if you read
his book, you'd know
that he likes to play the Guru.
- Well, I don't need
to read his book
because you're regurgitating
the whole damn thing.
- [Cristin] Well,
"Pitchfork" called him
the second coming of Jesus,
but they also called
him an asshole, so.
- [Timmy] You're not wrong.
- Hey, listen. Listen.
We all remember the
first album that we heard
that changed our lives, right?
Well, we have an opportunity
to make our version of
that for someone else.
If that means working with
this guy here, I'm all in.
I mean, we either have
it or we don't. Right?
- [Timmy] Do you really wanna
find out the answer to that?
- I do.
- [Cristin] You got it
buddy. Let's do this.
- [Mat] This place look
like it got bedbugs.
- [Cristin] I need to take
a nap. Jesus, let's go.
- [Mat] What if
Jesus was an asshole?
(gate creaks)
- This castle was originally
a fort over a 1000 years ago.
And then the French
and the British
fought over it for 300 years.
- A lot of people died
and then Cher wrote
a song in that tower.
- She did actually. Several.
- I'll take Cher Tower.
- Aw, grandpa's trying
to turn back time.
- [Timmy] Do you even
know who Cher is?
- Yeah, I do.
- How old are you?
She was the original punk, man.
She's way more rock and
roll than you'll ever be.
- Murder room!
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.
- [Timmy] That's what
I'm talking about.
- Whoa. How does
this thing even work?
- Hey, that's for the next
time Timmy gives you shit.
- Swords. Daggers.
There's a flare.
It's all from a
very long time ago.
- Yeah, I'm good on this.
My therapist says the only
way to peace is peace.
- Yeah. Who needs therapy when
you got one of these, Mat.
- [Mat] You need therapy.
- That ax was actually
used in battle.
First you pierced their
armor, knocking them down.
(vase shatters)
And then you smash their
skull into oblivion.
- We got locks on our doors?
- Yeah, I'd rather get shot.
- What's this?
- Pigeonniere. But
it's off limits.
- Don't go in the creepy
pigeon dungeon. Got it.
- Off limits?
- [Charlie] You'll know if
you need to go in there.
- Yeah, I would be a bird.
(sinister music)
(sinister music continues)
- Hey Mr. DuPont. Is there
like a modem somewhere?
'Cause me and my air mattress
are just gonna crash there.
- Nah, we don't get
internet out here.
- Not even like a 56K?
- A what?
The rest of the
bedrooms are up there.
Oh. And there's no
maids or anything.
So you gotta do
your own laundry.
- [Cristin] You
hear that, Timmy?
You know how to do laundry?
(phone ringing)
- [Voicemail] Hello, you've
reached Alan Albright's office.
We are not available.
Please leave a message.
(tone beeps)
(phone clicks)
(Ryan sighs)
(Ryan sighs)
(pen scratching)
(Ryan mumbling)
(guitar twanging)
(guitar strumming)
(Ryan singing indistinctly)
(Ryan singing
indistinctly continues)
(phone ringing)
(Ryan sighs)
- Back to.
And then some, sometimes.
Sometimes.
(inhales sharply) sometimes.
(soft, eerie music)
Sometimes.
(phone ringing)
(sinister music)
(phone ringing continues)
(flashlight clicks)
(phone ringing continues)
(suspenseful music)
(phone ringing continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(intense music)
(phone ringing continues)
(sinister music)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(sinister music continues)
(intense music)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(pensive music)
(David breathing deeply)
(pensive music continues)
(water splashing)
(footsteps crunching)
(birds cawing)
(bell ringing)
- God damn. This place
is creepy as fuck.
Especially at night.
- [David] Yeah, I know
it's not the Ritz Carlton
that you're used to,
you think you'll manage?
- [Timmy] You would
love to have my life.
(bell ringing)
- Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.
Today we begin healing.
- You can't be serious
with all this kumbaya shit.
- I brought this.
Spent way too long curating
every genre, style, tempo.
What'd you bring?
- This is so dumb.
- You're here 'cause you
wanna make a hit record.
Create a sound that is new,
that is the sum of more
than just the parts.
You know what I'm saying?
But you can't, you're broken.
And the only way to truly
heal and to find truth
is to take everything that
has happened in the past and-
- Burn it.
- Let it go.
- I'm not burning Liza's photo.
- Ryan, let's start with you.
How do you feel?
- I mean, if this helps
us make a hit. I'm all in.
(CD clatters)
(flames crackle)
- (clears throat)
Just to be clear,
I, I don't know
how to write music,
but if you have a
hit song within you,
I can help you unlock it.
- And if we don't?
- Well, I still get
paid either way.
- Wow. I, I feel
really inspired.
(plastic crackling)
(thunder rumbling)
I cannot believe I burned
a good pair of
drumsticks for this shit
Man! I'm doing this
for you, you know?
- Yeah, I know.
- We're all doing this for you.
I don't know.
I just, I don't want
whatever happens this week,
I just don't want it to...
This sounds so cheesy.
I just don't want it
to change us, you know?
I love the idea of just
like throwing ourselves in
and, and trying to make
some good fucking music.
But, I don't know, as soon
as you involve Charlie
and, and fucking Alan,
and all that shit,
I dunno, man, it just.
(thunder rumbling)
That's just my opinion.
That's just my opinion.
I'm not paying for this.
(rain pattering)
(door creaking)
(footsteps tapping)
(drums beating)
(guitars tuning)
- [Ryan] So, in the
spirit of what Charlie
was saying last night,
I reworked this.
- Homie, you still trying
to make us play "Wishlist"?
- We never even gave it a shot.
- You've been writing
this song for a decade.
- Isn't this Miles' shit?
Wait, that's not Miles' shit.
- I mean, (sighs) I
didn't hate this song,
but it never really
felt like it fit in
with our, the rest of our music.
I, I don't know.
- Well, can we just try it?
- Why don't you vote on it?
Who here wants to
revive "Wishlist"?
Okay, and who here wants
to unlock a new hit song
by the genius mind
of Charlie DuPont?
(floorboards creaking)
- Charlie. Charlie.
Look, I know I haven't
recorded in a while,
but like, I want us, I
want us to figure out a way
to work together.
- You ever forge metal?
- No.
- Walk with me.
(grindstone whirring)
Weapon making is a dying art.
Back in the day they would
hand batter the steel here.
Now everything is just electric.
- You made all these?
- Made. Remade.
It's kind of like working on
an album, except at the end
of the day, you got a
solid steel killing device.
Why don't you uh,
help me with this one?
Go ahead.
Just pull it down.
(saw whining)
Look, Ryan, if you wanna
rehash your old songs,
you can do that.
They got computer programs
and you can have David play
producer in your basement.
- I mean, we're here
for your expertise.
- Whoa. Jesus!
(tense music)
Oh, could have been the end
of your career right there.
Look man, if you want my advice,
you need a killer hook,
a sound that no one
has ever heard before.
And watch the bracelets.
(soft, sinister music)
(wind whooshing)
- You know, it's
really pushed it
into perspective for me, man.
Like I've been just
thinking how we only got
so much time here
on Earth, right?
And I mean, we was
on top in '96, man.
We was up there. We
was on doing shows.
Shit was good, man.
But now I feel like we
starting to come back
down to the ground,
reality setting in.
- You still think we got more?
- I don't know, man.
I mean, of course we
always gonna make music.
That's in our soul, that's
in our heart, that's us.
I just don't know how long
we gonna be doing
it on that level.
I don't know how
long we gonna be
getting invited to
castles and shit.
(tape clicking)
(rock music)
Blooming black
lower wine
Slashed arms
And new cut smiles
- [Timmy] Does it bother
anyone else that our least
talented but prettiest face
is the only one who made it.
- Listen, see this right here.
This is our prettiest face
and don't you forget it. Okay?
- [Mat] Ugly as hell. You don't
know what you talking about.
- You know uh, I'm joining Miles
on the second leg of his tour.
- [Mat] What?
- Are you serious?
- The fuck, bro?
- He saw me filling in for
The Pumpkins last year and...
you would've done the same.
- What?
- Wow.
- What?
- [Mat] That's crazy, bro.
- Don't tell Ryan.
- I'm not gonna tell Ryan.
I think that we should
definitely not tell Ryan.
- [Timmy] Yeah, don't tell him.
- [Cristin] He'll
fucking come after us
with one these battle axes.
- [Timmy] I thought
you were gonna say
he was gonna come after us
with one of these bad songs.
(group laughs)
(group chattering indistinctly)
(rock music)
(guitar reverberation echoes)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing continues)
(eerie music)
(phone ringing continues)
(bed creaking)
(flashlight clicks)
(eerie music continues)
(Ryan breathes heavily)
(footsteps thudding)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(sinister music)
(Ryan breathes heavily)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
- [Ryan] Fuck!
You scared me.
- I used to think this place
was haunted, but it's just us.
- Hey, uh, how much is the label
paying you for this session?
- You don't know?
- I was just asking.
- No, I mean, you don't
know. I don't know.
I usually just ask for
whatever I can get at the end.
- What is that like? 25,000, 20?
- Why are you so concerned
with the label, man?
- No, just...
- Look, I'll tell
you what I tell them.
You can't put a price
on a great song.
If it's a hit.
Everybody gets paid.
(pensive music)
All right. I'm
gonna take a shit.
- So we've been, IMing
each other for two years,
back and forth for
the past two years.
Instead of picking up the phone,
we are sending each
other instant messages.
It just doesn't make sense, bro.
- Well, if it's not right,
it's not right. You know?
- No you right. If it's
not right, it's right.
But I still was
sending messages.
(Timmy inhales deeply)
- What does your
therapist say about drugs.
- She says do them.
- How did you travel with that?
- A little tour trick I
learned from the Dandies.
- I'm good.
(Mat inhaling)
- Let's go.
- Shut up.
- Oh shit. You know what
we haven't done in a while?
- Oh, I know, I know. Dare
or dare, motherfuckers.
- [Mat] Dare or
motherfucking dare.
- We are getting weird tonight
boys. Just like the old days.
- [David] Oh, what'd you guys
used to do in the old days?
- Oh, trust me. You
do not wanna know.
It was a different
century. Okay. (laughs)
- Alright. Look, I
dare one of you guys
to break into the pigeon-ray.
- Pigeonniere.
- Pigeonniere. Pigeonniere.
- No, no. Charlie said
we shouldn't go in there.
- Charlie's a rock and roll
producer so he'll understand.
- Fuck, Cher went
into the pigeonniere.
- Nose goes.
Oh!
- Supposed to put your hand.
It's gonna be a great vajournal.
Ayye.
- [Timmy] Oh, he's scared.
Scared.
- He's so scared.
- [Group] Pigeonniere!
Pigeonniere!
Pigeonniere! Pigeonniere!
- Alright.
- [Cristin] In and
out. 30 seconds.
There's no birds
there. You'll be fine.
- [Ryan] All right guys,
this is gonna be real fun.
(door rattling)
(footsteps echoing)
(door thuds)
(lock rattles)
(door creaks)
Shit is old as hell.
Who would actually
want to live here?
(footsteps shuffle)
(footsteps crunching)
(telephone rings distantly)
(object buzzing)
(footsteps crunching)
Real funny guys. I swear to God.
I swear to God if we don't
record the best album ever
after this, I'm killing
you all in your sleep.
(phone ringing)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
Oh my god. Okay.
Think I'm scared.
I'm not scared.
(locks rattle)
(Ryan screams)
(dramatic music)
- [Timmy] What do
mean you saw Miles?
- [Ryan] Look at the tape.
- [Timmy] I am looking
at the tape, homie.
- [Ryan] Look at the tape.
- [Timmy] I'm looking
at the tape right now.
- [Cristin] All right. I
am looking for more drugs.
- Why would Miles be here?
Isn't he on like
a huge arena tour?
- He's not here man. You
didn't even go inside.
- [Mat] Give me my camera, man.
I don't see shit, man.
- The ringing?
- The ringing is
called tinnitus.
And I've been telling you
about the gold plated earplugs.
- [Cristin] What the
fuck you talking about?
- [Mat] What you talking about?
Look, you need a therapist.
- Well, I don't need
a fucking therapist.
- Hey, Ryan, you
need to calm down.
- [David] Look, if you guys
would've just listened to me,
Ryan wouldn't be
freaking out right now.
(people speak indistinctly)
(ringing tone)
- [Timmy] Ryan, come on.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
Charlie says if we want a hit.
- We gotta find a
killer new sound
that no one's ever heard before.
- [Timmy] Yeah. So
what the fuck do we do?
- I got eight years
of new sounds.
- [Timmy] All right, hit me.
(guitar strumming)
That's, that's like too
Radiohead, Killer Cars. Come on.
- Okay.
(guitar music)
- You trying to be
The Edge? Come on.
(guitar twanging)
I mean that sounds like
"Murder on the Orient Express."
- That's a film score.
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
If we're trying to be
anti-everything, then how
are we supposed to do that.
- There's only 12 notes
on the scale, nothing
we're gonna do
is gonna be anti-everything.
- I got something.
- [Ryan] I thought
you didn't write.
- I don't.
These notes are the
same ones that Bach used
in the first cello
suite, the prelude.
- Oh, that's classical.
- Yeah, but no one's ever
heard them like this before.
For the sound it's
more of a mellotron
and less in clavier, you
know what I'm saying?
(upbeat keyboard music)
- Hey, stop. Stop!
This is just. I
mean, this is shit.
- [Tim] Look, I
just think we should
just try Charlie's song.
- [David] Yeah, I think people
would fucking love this.
- Mat, what do you think?
(upbeat keyboard music)
- I mean, it could
be the new us.
- I know it'll be a hit.
Just trust the process.
(energetic rock music)
- Fuck You can already
hear the crowd into this!
(energetic rock music continues)
(energetic rock music continues)
I remember when
It was some da da da
Laughing on a one way train
Mind's trippin'
And I remember when
Ba ba dad
Laughter on the ba da da
The world's flippin.
Heading to the moon
We'll meet you soon
Enjoy the ride
Our world's collide
A tie dye dream
or so it seems
Under candy skies
We'll take it slow
Oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
It's how it goes
Whoa oh oh
We'll take it slow
Whoa oh oh oh
It's how it goes
- It's got the edge
of of Jawbreaker
with a little bit of
Air "Moon Safari".
The kids are gonna love it!
- Yeah, but it's just
bubblegum stuff. It's not us!
- Jesus. You gotta
let that shit go.
And get in the water,
baby, it's warm!
I mean, the only thing
I'm worried about
if it's gonna go
platinum or diamond.
(saw whining)
- Jawbreaker and Air?
It's more like U2
and Crazy Town.
- [Timmy] It does not
sound like Crazy Town.
Hey, but if we make Crazy Town
money, I'm not complaining.
(saw whining)
- I just feel like
our 18-year-old selves
would kick our ass.
(saw whining)
- Do you think I
like playing guitar
for Christina Aguilera?
Why do you think I'm here.
- Timmy, I'm stuck. Timmy!
Timmy turn it off!
- I think we need to-
- Timmy turn it off.
Timmy, please!
- Trust the process.
- Please, help me! Timmy!
(Ryan screaming)
(tense music)
- Trust the process, Ryan.
(Ryan screaming)
(cleaver thuds)
Trust the process, Ryan.
I'm just messing with you.
Unlike you losers,
I actually know
what I'm doing in the kitchen.
- [Charlie] Eminc
de magret de canard,
it's tradition to
celebrate a song
that's on its way
to becoming big.
- [Timmy] Thank you.
- [Cristin] A big song.
That's what I like.
- [David] Hey, what's acid like?
- [Timmy] Ooh, acid is
like walking on a rainbow
wrapped in a blanket of sunshine
while learning about the
meaning of the universe.
- Well, we just recorded a
hit song, so I want that.
- David, don't do it.
- Baby boy's growing on me.
- What? I wanna do it.
- Don't do it.
- Hey, hey. Like Charlie said-
- Don't do it, David.
- Charlie said we either have
it or we don't. And we do.
- Just do one. Just do.
- Oh.
- Okay. So what now?
- This is not gonna go well.
- Yo soy tu papa,
my friend, you about
to go to acid land.
- Bye bye.
- Mm.
This is so good.
- You can thank to
DuPont for the recipe.
Everyone say "Thank
you, Charlie."
Thank you, Charlie.
- [Group] Thank you, Charlie.
(soft pensive music)
- I think mine's talking to me.
- What is it saying, David?
- Hi little fella.
- The slow descent of
a virgin into madness.
(Cristin laughs)
- As an artist...
What scares you?
- Kids.
Love.
- [Timmy] No, you, you
need to move on, Mat.
Come on.
- Love, man, love.
I always have
problems with love.
- Or I can go-
- Not being able to get hard.
- Just don't go there.
The only love you
need is my love to you
and I love you, so
you need to move on.
- You know what I'm afraid of?
Losing our friends
to the hollow
pursuit of success.
- Damn. That's a good one.
- Alright, I can go.
Um, I'm afraid that
uh, I'm just too good
and no one's ever gonna
appreciate my talent.
- Oh my God.
Get your foot out
your ass. Damn.
- It's the truth.
- [Mat] You always compliment
yourself, every time.
- Charlie, how about you?
- Ryan hasn't gone.
- Being irrelevant,
having everyone
look up to you as
the one who made it
and nothing to show
for it a decade later.
- Okay.
Uh, I am not afraid of
anything except dying.
David, what are you on
and can I have some?
(distorted, creepy music)
(distorted, creepy
music continues)
(group screaming)
- [Cristin] I'm so awesome.
(upbeat electronic music)
(distorted voices screaming)
(everyone yelling indistinctly)
- One trillion dollars.
- I think I'm realizing that,
that, that Charlie is the trip.
I mean, he just comes
in here and he does
like the boom scooby-doo-pop,
you know, and he just
makes us a hit. You know?
It's just-
- Thank you, thank you.
I'm able to take complex
energies that surround all of us
and, and channel them into
smart and aesthetically pleasing
and, and, and, and
beautiful mantras
back to the artist.
- [Mat] It's great, man.
- [David] That
makes so much sense.
- Anybody ever told you
you have Napoleon syndrome?
(Cristin laughing echoes)
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
(distorted music)
(ominous music)
(footsteps crunching)
(footsteps crunching continues)
(lock squeaking)
(suspenseful music)
(door creaking)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps shuffle)
(door creaking)
(footsteps shuffle)
(eerie distorted music)
(eerie distorted
music continues)
(low, ominous music)
(dramatic music)
- Told you not to be in here.
- [Ryan] What's in there?
- [Charlie] Most people
can't stay in there
for more than a few minutes.
- [Ryan] What do you mean?
- Fine. Open it.
(lid thuds)
It's an anechoic chamber.
I built it to block
out all the noise.
There's no noise,
but there is sound.
You hear the sound of
your blood vessels.
Of your body working.
The sounds of your life.
- Sounds like it'd
make you go crazy.
- It can.
Or it can help you make a track
that your band actually likes.
(lid thuds)
- What the fuck do you
have against my music?
- I don't have anything
against your music.
- No, you've been shitting
on everything I do
since I got here.
- Ryan, I'm here
to make something
that people wanna listen to.
Now, if that's a song
that you wrote, great.
If it's a song that I wrote
and you just happen to sing
on it, that's great too.
- It's gonna be a song I wrote.
(low, ominous tone)
(David breathing heavily)
- [David] Can you hear that?
(David breathing heavily)
- David?
- David!
- I wanna dip my toe
in, like Charlie said.
- David!
- David, no!
(tense music)
- [Timmy] Get the fuck down!
You fucking idiot, man!
- [Cristin] What are you
doing, buddy. Come on.
- What the fuck happened?
- Moved around.
Remember we
celebrating a record.
- Look, I told you!
- The water's not fucking
warm, it's putrid.
They're trying to take our gift
and put it in a meat grinder.
You're trying to kill me.
- [Ryan] You're okay, buddy.
- They're trying
to fucking kill me.
- You're okay.
(David wails)
You're okay.
- See, that's why you never
take more than two tabs.
- [Cristin] Jesus.
- [David] I want to go
home, please! (sobs)
- You are home,
buddy. You're okay.
- What kind of shit was that?
- You're home.
You're home, okay.
(David sobs)
Hey, you're home, buddy.
(low, ominous music)
(door creaking)
(birds twittering)
- Come on, get him up.
Hey, welfare check. Get up!
You all right, man?
Bro, you lost your
shit last night, man.
You turned it to a
straight exorcist. (grunts)
Bro, first of all, don't ever
take your glasses off again.
- Wait, did I say something
bad about Charlie?
- [Mat] Did you say
something bad about Charlie?
I mean, it's is what you
didn't say, honestly.
You said a whole lot
of shit last night.
But most important thing
is you good? You all right?
Come on, get on up, man.
- Yeah. Okay.
I want a beer. We
got songs to do.
I have a bassline to write.
- Guess we're back to work.
I don't know about Charlie,
but I think he might
have unlocked something.
All right, let's go.
- Hey man.
The key to having a great
band is teamwork, okay?
I need you to get
your shit together.
(upbeat music)
- Got a little bit
of a deck vibe.
I dig it.
Ryan, come join us.
David's had some
really good ideas.
- Hey, just some hooks,
building off the sound
that Charlie's been pitching.
Hey Timmy, let's work on that
song we were doing earlier.
- Got some fun lyrics
you could work with.
- [David] I'll just
put my beer down.
- They're about second chances.
And when people least expect it
becoming something
important again.
(eerie, discordant tone)
(phone ringing)
(eerie, discordant
tone continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(ominous music)
(Ryan gasping)
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(tinnitus buzzing tone)
(gentle guitar music)
(birds twittering)
(gentle guitar music continues)
(cock crowing)
- I'm fine.
- Oh yeah, that's
generally how people
who are doing fine
start a conversation.
You look like shit.
- I'm not sleeping.
- Well, it's a creepy
ass castle. I know.
It must be tough
playing second fiddle
to a fake guru with
no musical ability.
What the fuck does he even play?
- I don't know.
I guess like success is just
copying whatever bullshit
trends on the radio in
any even given moment.
- Success?
Success, success is
just fucking random.
It's just, it's,
it's not even real.
It's like based on
a million factors
that none of us
understand or can control.
And it doesn't fucking matter.
Man, it doesn't fucking
matter if we all, you know,
if we die famous or, or,
or no one knows who we are,
because we all end up in a
pile of dirt in the ground.
So all we can do while we're
here on this fucking rock,
just hurtling through space,
is our, our thing,
our own thing.
And it's just art, man.
It's, it's not that
big of a deal anyway.
(guitar twanging)
(drums beating)
- I'm loving these new songs.
- Yes, so cool.
Good stuff, man.
- Anyone seen David?
- Present.
- [Cristin] Oh, good
morning, sunshine.
- [David] Bonjour.
- Charlie, I really
wanna thank you
for giving this
one another shot.
- I think the changes you
made give it a new life.
- [Timmy] Hey, if
Charlie's happy. I'm happy.
- All right, everyone.
And one, two, three, four.
(energetic rock music)
(energetic rock music continues)
- It's got a Pixies vibe,
but I'm not mad at it.
- This is great,
Ryan. I love it.
- All right.
The chorus goes like this.
I know
I can write my
way out of this
Back hole
Back to all the
things that I miss
Sometimes I wonder
if I even exist
Add another line
to my wishlist
- [Charlie] I mean that
definitely has potential.
- [Ryan] Thanks man.
- [Mat] We're back baby.
- It's just too bad though.
- What?
- [Charlie] That
you didn't tell me.
- Tell you what?
(tense music)
- When were you
going to tell me?
- What?
- When were you gonna tell
me the label dropped you?
(sinister music)
- What?
- [Charlie] Listen man, I'm out.
No wonder you were asking
about them every two minutes.
- But just now in
the room, you just,
you were telling me that-
- [Charlie] What are
you talking about?
You've been sitting
here for four hours.
- What about your song? We -
You said that-
- My song?
I'm gonna take my song
and I'm gonna give
it to somebody else.
I don't do this shit for free.
I'm gonna go to
Bordeaux for a few days.
When I come back,
y'all better be gone.
- [Ryan] The others
then. Did you tell 'em?
- [Charlie] I'll let
you take care of that.
- [Ryan] You really don't
think any of our songs?
- [Charlie] What do you think?
(low, ominous tone)
(footsteps tapping)
- Fuck!
Agh!
(objects clatter)
Fuck!
Fuck.
(objects clatter)
(Ryan screams)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(intense tone)
- So that's it. He just left.
- [Mat] It's over.
- [David] Is it bad
my first thought's
at least we got that track down.
- [Timmy] No, it just
doesn't make any sense.
I mean we were just starting
to lay down some good stuff.
Did you say something to him?
- [Mat] He was just telling me
my key line was
like Ryan Wright.
Ain't nobody ever said no
nice shit like that to me.
- Did he say
anything else, Ryan?
- [David] I dunno,
I just don't get it.
Are you sure he is not
like in his office?
You know, I'm gonna check.
(ominous music)
- He just said he
was going to Bordeaux
and we should just stay here
and continue to
work for the week.
- [Cristin] Oh, well
that was nice of him.
- [Timmy] Well,
it's quits for us.
- [Ryan] We have a
lot of good songs.
- Yeah, but we don't
have a producer.
What are we supposed to
do without a producer?
Charlie's gone. We
don't have the songs.
What? You don't have the songs?
- Come on.
- You don't have the songs.
- [Ryan] Is that what this is
about? I don't get it, man.
Like since we got here,
you've just been like a knife
in my side the whole time.
- No, it's just that
ever since we broke up,
only one of us hasn't
stopped working.
- [David] Ryan, can we talk?
How long?
And you weren't gonna
tell us anything.
Who's gonna pay for this?
(David sighs)
- The stuff. We
finished the album.
- [David] You better
pray that song we made
is good enough to
get us out of this.
- That song is...
- [David] What?
- It's not ours.
- [David] Bullshit.
I put work into that.
(David sighs)
Then you better lawyer up.
- It's not like there'd
be anything to split.
(footsteps tapping)
- What did the book
say about him leaving.
(zip zipping)
- Hey, don't forget to
take your broken bass.
(David exhales sharply)
- Charlie was right.
You guys are all washed
up and you know it.
- Just leave.
- Fuck you!
- [Mat] Right. That's the sign.
Maybe we shouldn't be here.
- [Timmy] I never fucking
wanted to be here.
- [Cristin] Ryan. Ryan!
It's okay if you wanna
just call it quits.
- I just need to think.
(tinnitus buzzing tone)
(phone ringing)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(tinnitus buzzing
tone continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(heart beating)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone clicks)
(Mat screaming)
(tense music)
(eerie music)
- No, no, please. (panting)
No.
(Cristin gasping)
No.
(Cristin screaming)
- [Mat] All right, see
you man. Come here.
(Mat and Timmy
speaking indistinctly)
- [Timmy] We've never been good.
Our band has never
been the same.
(ominous music)
- [Ryan] Fuck Charlie.
- [Timmy] Look Ryan, I don't
know what you're going through.
- No. We have everything we
need right here to record.
All we have to do is go up.
Just gimme a little time here.
We can go up there, we
can record right now.
- We, we can't record new
songs with a new producer,
but you're having us
record the same old shit.
So what are you
gonna tell the label?
- There's no label.
- Fucking known.
You know I dropped a 20 day
tour to follow your ass here.
- All we need is us, right?
If you just go up
there, you start-
- [Timmy] You fucking
lied to us. I'm out.
- No, Timmy, look,
we don't need,
we don't need Charlie.
- You were gonna find out
if we had it or we didn't.
- Timmy.
- Looks like you have
your answer, buddy.
- No, please. Timmy, come on.
- Don't fucking touch me, man.
(tense music)
- Timmy, please.
Come on, please.
- Stop touching
my fucking guitar.
(Timmy grunts)
(punches thudding)
Fuck you!
- [Mat] Alright,
alright. Come on man.
- You're a one hit wonder
who's gonna live in the shadow
of the one guy who made
this band successful.
Miles.
- All right, all right.
- Get me my guitar.
(Ryan groans)
Okay.
- You know, we don't give
a shit about the label.
- I'm already broke, so.
(Cristin sighs)
Man, do you even remember
why we started this band?
- Because we had no
other friends and
our parents hated us.
- Yeah.
But mostly because we
didn't give a fuck.
And now all you
do is give a fuck.
- You think he's happy?
- Who? Miles.
I don't know. He's rich.
Does that make him happy?
If you spend your
whole life looking
for validation from someone
else or, or some other shit,
I don't know, it's
gonna get to you
and it's gonna break you.
It's gonna break your soul.
- You ever wonder why
Miles didn't take you guys
with him when he left?
Maybe you're just
not good enough.
- What the fuck, man.
- You ever think about that.
Sometimes I think about that.
- Why would you say
some shit like that?
Man, when there was no
tours, we never left.
When years went by
without any offers,
with no fans, we never left.
And now with no label,
we are still here.
- I guess I should be happy.
Then again, where
else would you go?
- Yeah.
Fuck you, man.
I've been there. I've
been there for you.
We're like family.
What the fuck?
- What? It's just art, right?
It's not that big a deal.
- [Cristin] Fuck this, man.
(Ryan coughing)
(wind whistling)
(paper rustling)
(Ryan sighs)
(Ryan sighs)
(bed creaks)
(wind whistles)
(Ryan grunts)
(footsteps thud)
- Mat.
So, Mat?
Cristin?
(Ryan knocks)
(footsteps shuffle)
What?
(low, ominous music)
Cristin!
Mat!
Cristin!
(footsteps thudding)
Mat!
You know what? You're
doing me a favor!
(footsteps crunching)
(birds twittering)
(low, ominous music continues)
I'm fine.
(low, ominous music continues)
(door creaks and clangs)
(paper rustling)
(flames crackling)
(crickets chirping)
(flames crackling continues)
(pensive music)
- [Alan On Voicemail] Hey
Ryan. Alan Albright here.
I can't seem to reach you,
but Charlie told
me what happened.
Look, you're really just
fucking yourself here.
The label is not
backing any of this.
And now with Charlie upset,
there's liability issues.
And look, you're gonna get
a formal release of claims,
legal stuff, and you need
to sign it, or else it just.
You wanna sign it.
Get yourself together, Ryan.
(pensive guitar music)
(buttons creaking)
(buttons creaking continues)
- Fuck!
(objects thud)
(Ryan screaming)
Fuck! Fuck!
(guitar crashes)
Fuck you!
Fuck you guys.
(no audio)
Liquid smiles
Tell her for
and falling down
Stronger now without you
(upbeat rock music)
Without
Without
(crowd cheering)
(upbeat rock music)
- Thank you.
We have Cristin on drums.
Mat on keys.
Timmy on guitar and
Miles on bass and vocals.
(crowd cheering)
I know, we all love him.
We are Excelsis.
Love crushed from a clock
I hate you so we don't talk
And your teeth make me weak
And you're keeping them from
Me
(Miles roars)
(Ryan yells)
(Ryan thuds)
(tense guitar music)
(ax clinks)
(Ryan thuds)
(objects clatter)
(tense guitar music continues)
(Miles roars)
(Ryan yells)
(tense guitar music continues)
(tense guitar
music reverberates)
(tense guitar
music reverberates)
(suspenseful music)
(Miles roars)
(Ryan thuds)
(ominous music)
(kick thuds)
(Ryan grunts)
(blows thudding)
(Ryan groans)
(Ryan groans)
(guitar twangs)
(ax thuds)
(guitar clatters)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
Where are you?
Where are you?
(Ryan panting)
(guitar thudding)
Where are you?
(Ryan screams)
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music)
Where?
(Miles roars)
(tense guitar music)
(Miles roars)
(ax scraping)
(tense guitar
music reverberates)
(Ryan gasping)
(lock clattering)
(suspenseful guitar music)
(door thuds)
(Miles hammering)
(door thuds)
(Miles roars)
(lid thuds)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(heartbeat thudding)
(Ryan breathing
heavily continues)
(heartbeat thudding continues)
(Ryan breathing
heavily continues)
(heartbeat thudding continues)
(Ryan breathing
heavily continues)
(heartbeat thudding continues)
(no audio)
- [Miles] Hey, I actually gotta
talk to you about some shit.
- Not this again.
I know you don't
love the new songs.
There's some actually
good ones like "Wishlist."
- The label offered
me a solo album.
(Ryan laughs)
- I'm serious. It's
like a full budget.
Music videos.
Everything, tour support.
So awesome.
- You told them,
"No", though, right?
We just played the VMAs.
We're getting radio play.
We're exactly getting
everything we've ever wanted.
We're supposed to open up
for Jawbreaker this summer.
- I know. But what the fuck
would you do in my shoes, man?
- I've written every
song you've ever sang.
- Yeah, I know.
- Told the band?
- Cristin, she's a
studio drummer at best.
She can't keep up with us live.
And Tim's already
doing his own thing
and I don't even know
what Mat does anymore.
- That's fucking bullshit,
man. You know it.
This is your family.
- I got something new for me.
I mean, the sampling
we've been talking about,
they're doing that.
They're doing it
with Bach. It's...
Remember we always said,
when you get your shot,
you take your shot.
(lid thuds)
Oh!
Fuck. It would've been
the end of your career.
Look man, I, I, I can't
promise it to everyone,
but, why, why don't you come
out on the road with me?
Huh? Just see how it vibes.
See how it fits man.
And this could be
something huge for us.
All right.
Fuck, Ryan.
You know what? I'll
call you in a week, hmm?
Give you till then and...
well the tour bus
will be waiting.
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(ominous music)
(lid creaking)
(Ryan grunts)
(Ryan breathes heavily)
(footsteps crunching)
(lid creaks and thuds)
(footsteps crunching)
(jacket thuds)
(door creaks)
(footsteps crunching)
(footsteps crunching continues)
(low, somber music)
(car rumbling)
(wistful music)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(key clicks)
(traffic humming)
(door thuds)
(bell rings)
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
- Disappear.
(guitar thuds)
(latches click)
(tape recorder clicks)
(gentle guitar music)
(gentle guitar music continues)
Mom and dad can't
remember if I told you
I'm glad I am, I
finally got to know you
Years from when we met
Back when I left home
And let me sing you sweet
and distant fictions
On lonely nights you
would lay and listen
If you don't like it,
wait till I fix it
Because I know I can
ride my way outta this
Black hole, back to all
the things that I miss
Sometimes I wonder
if I even exist
Just add another
line to my wishlist
If I could fly
Over and under
I think I just might
Stay till I get it right
(tape recorder clicks)
(pensive guitar music)
(pensive guitar music continues)
(pensive guitar music continues)
- [Customer] Excuse me.
Hi, sorry. Do you mind?
Can I get your help
for a second over here?
I just wanna see
something behind the case.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
My son's just picking
up electric guitar
and he just keeps leaving
cables who knows where.
So I just need to pick up a few.
I, but I have no
idea what I need.
- Oh, this is the cheapest.
But I actually
recommend this one.
(guitar clicks)
- Hey Ryan, coming
out to Peace tonight?
- I'm closing.
(colleague sighs)
- Alright.
(curtain rail scrapes)
(door clanking and squeaking)
- [TV] And that's why you
should taste it yourself.
Cheese lovers cheese.
Taste more than one.
- Add another line
to your wish list
with Taco Bell's new hot-
I know I can ride my way
- And spicy chicken burrito.
Out of this
Back to all of this
- It's simmered in Mexican
spices and smothered in cheese.
Ready to make your
taste buds sing.
Just add another
line to my wishlist
- [TV Announcer] Listen to your
stomach and check hungry off
your wish list, with
our rocking menu
and the brand new spicy chicken
burrito only at Taco Bell.
Now this is big.
Find the biggest-
(guitar music continues)
(guitar music continues)
(guitar music continues)
(crowd cheering)
- [Announcer] That's right Billy
we've got a great
show for you tonight.
But first, with a cut
from their debut album
that is quickly
climbing the charts.
It's Excelsis!
(crowd cheering)
(guitar chord blaring)
- [Stage Manager]
One minute away.
- You think she'll
be watching this?
- Okay, let's focus, Romeo.
- You got this man.
(crowd cheering)
- Timmy, remember to keep that
gain down on the hammertone.
- Yo, I got you son.
- Mat, you need to keep
the velocity consistent
on that left hand.
- I'll do it how I always do it.
- I'm good, bud.
This beats playing in
your cousin's basement.
- A little better, right?
- [Stage Manager] I've got
Alan Albright, Alan Albright.
- Bass. Thank you.
Hey, Alan?
- [Alan] Hey, how
are my two boys, huh?
Let's kick some ass!
- Yeah, thanks, whatever, man.
My brother.
This is exactly what we
dreamed of, right? (laughing)
- All right. Hands in, eyes up.
We got two and a half
minutes to change our lives.
- [Cristin] That's
what she said!
(crowd cheering)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic ominous music)
(screams)
When I was a movie star
An asteroid had
hit the Earth
And prematurely
ended my career
I thought out loud
But no one heard me saying
So sue me, it's up to me
If I decide to be
what I think is right
Don't bother me
when I'm watching
"Planet of the Apes" on TV
That's right, that's
how it should be
- Ryan.
Yo, Ryan, where are we going?
Dude, we're just passing
a bunch of fucking grass.
Where are we going?
- [David] All right, all
right, here's a classic.
- [Timmy] Dude, what is that?
(rock music)
- What?
- Turn it off.
- What, this is like one
of your guys' best songs.
- [Cristin] Yeah, it was
one of our best songs.
- [David] Is it true
Miles wrote that song
in like 10 minutes?
- [Timmy] All right,
somebody needs
to tell the new guy the rules.
- Listen.
- What rules?
- Ryan's rules, number one.
Don't play the old album.
Number two.
- [All] Don't fucking
talk about Miles.
- [David] Okay, I'm sorry.
He left like eight years ago.
- [Cristin] Yeah, but the
last time that we were a band
was like eight years ago.
- [David] I have some
pretty cool new ideas
that I think would take you guys
in a new direction.
- All right. You know what?
We don't need your
cool ideas, okay?
- [David] I know
what's in right now
and that's why I'm here.
- [Timmy] You have no
idea what's in right now!
- [David] It's called pop rock.
- [Timmy] You have no
idea what's in right now!
- [Mat] Shut up!
- [David] So what's
the deal with Ryan?
Is he just always like that?
- Yeah.
You know the old, we're getting
the band back together thing,
he just thinks that this
is like his one shot
to make an album that's as good
as the one we made
before Miles left.
- Right.
I'm just happy to be here 'cause
I'm a big fan of you guys.
I'm just trying to
learn as much as I can
and then hopefully a solo album.
- Yeah, see, just don't
say shit like that out loud
and you'll be fine.
- This is the last time
you gonna hear my voice.
No. Nah, I don't give a fuck.
- Another heartbreak
in the books.
Yo, band card's not working.
- Hey!
Listen can you not
be a dick to David?
The label said that he
has a big following.
- I don't give a shit
about a following.
- Maybe he can add
something new to our sound.
- I'm not here to
find a new sound.
I'm here to make
a good rock album.
Rock.
- So am I.
- Yeah. It's the last time
I'm doin' this shit for you.
(door clicks)
Oh. You gotta pay for these.
(foreboding music)
(foreboding music continues)
- Would you rather
write a song that sucks
but goes platinum or write
the greatest rock song
ever written, but no
one will ever hear it?
- I dunno, that's
impossible to answer.
But I will say, if my
song goes platinum,
I will enjoy in my hot
tub, drinking a margarita
and enjoying life.
- Okay.
- I think platinum
would be sick.
- I mean, what's the point
of making music if
nobody's gonna listen?
- So, just to be clear,
everyone here wants to sell out.
Why don't we just write a song
for a Taco Bell commercial
and just call it a day?
- Now that's a good idea.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I love Taco Bell.
- You'd fucking like that,
wouldn't you?
- I love Taco Bell.
- [Mat] Yo quiero
platinum. El platinum.
Le Platinum.
- Le platinum.
- Okay. What about
just to compromise,
you know, we could
be like JS Bach,
die and then sell out,
like long after death.
- Platinum after death. Yeah,
that's a good band name.
- [Ryan] Usuals?
- Yeah, yeah. Double. Please
- Can I get a lemonade
and Grenadine?
- Oh, David's got the
straight edge. You know that?
- [David] No, I don't.
I'm just trying to
focus on the music.
- [Mat] You and me both.
- [Cristin] You're just
trying to focus on Liza.
- [Mat] I am not
talking about Liza.
(gentle guitar music)
- [All] Cheers.
(glasses clinking)
- She took the
couch and I'm like,
"This is my couch bitch I paid
off the credit cards. Okay?"
If I paid off the credit cards,
everything that was on
the credit card is mine.
So who's the couch?
- Do you like the couch?
- Hell no.
- Then don't keep the couch.
- Um, hey, not to
freak everyone out,
but the bartender
said that the castle
we're going to is
like really fucked up.
- What, no AC?
- Like everyone that goes
there loses their mind.
(sinister music)
- Well, we're already broke
musicians chasing a pipe dream.
I think we've lost
our fucking minds.
- Wait, wait. I'm not broke.
I, I actually make money
playing music unlike you guys.
- Yeah and you look really cool
standing behind Nickelback.
(Cristin and Timmy chuckle)
- Ryan, do you believe him?
- He's probably just
fucking with you, buddy.
(gentle guitar music)
- Okay, look, see now exhibit
A. This guy right here.
This is Cristin's dream gig.
This is the venue.
- This guy is killing it.
- This is it. This
is what you're
talking about, right?
- He showed up.
- He did show up.
- I have so much respect
for that.
- Yeah.
(singer singing in
foreign language)
- I feel bad for him.
No one here. No one listening.
- It's a good song.
- Well, he is in his peak
moment right now in life.
Okay. He's happy, look at him.
He's enjoying himself.
That's what we need.
We Jealous. Y'all jealous?
Y'all jealous y'all
don't get to see somebody
enjoying themselves.
- [Timmy] Alright. You
need to take lessons.
(singer singing in Occitan)
(dramatic guitar music)
- Hey, Ryan?
Hey, Ryan. Ryan.
The band card's not working.
(phone ringing)
- [Les] Alan Albright's office.
- Hey Les. Uh, so the
band's card isn't working.
Could you uh, could
you put Alan on?
- [Les] Hi, Ryan.
I'm glad you called.
Unfortunately the label is
not going to move forward
with the album.
(sinister music)
- What?
- We've been trying
to reach you.
I'm not sure how
to say this, but-
- What the fuck are you
talking about?
- Yeah, we're having to focus
just on its priority artists.
- Priority artists. What the
fuck does that even mean?
Les, put Alan on.
Please get Alan.
Okay? Put Alan on the phone.
- [Les] He's not gonna give
you the answer you want, Ryan.
- Les. Les, put Alan-
(Timmy spitting)
(phone beeps)
- He pick up?
- No.
- [Timmy] Ah, fuck
Alan. Fuck Alan!
(car rumbling)
(soft, sinister music)
- [Timmy] Damn, so this
is where they recorded
Joan of Arc and Pedro the Lion?
- I think the new Pedro the
Lion stuff's pretty overrated,
but it's still blowing
up on the P2P servers.
- What is a P2P server? Huh?
If it's not analog,
it's not music.
- Damn.
Shit.
Okay. Yeah. I gotta
get this on my video.
I'm starting a new thing.
It's called a video
blog, journal thing.
- A what?
- I'm gonna call it,
I'm just gonna
say video journal.
Vajournal.
- Vajournal? (laughs)
- Vajournal.
- [Timmy] I love it. What?
- Okay.
Woo. Does this super
producer have a phone number?
- Hey. So we're supposed
to be here, right?
- Yeah, we're
supposed to be here.
You still tweaking about
what the bartender said?
- No, I'm not. Shut the fuck up.
- [Timmy] You shut the fuck up.
- [Mat] Yeah, I'm gonna
get this on camera
in case we don't leave
this motherfucking-
(Ryan hammering)
(group laughing)
(group chatting indistinctly)
- [Timmy] Ryan.
What's up? Come on.
(group laughs)
(sinister music)
- [Ryan] Look, I know things
haven't always gone our way.
- [Timmy] What?
You talking about this
trip or your entire life?
- I know I can be in
my head sometimes.
But if we just
trust the process.
We have everything we need right
here to make a great album.
- Yeah?
My therapist, she said, you
don't need to plan sometime.
You can just wing it.
- What's your therapist's
name? Dr. Oprah?
- No, her name is Denise.
Oprah too expensive.
- (scoffs) Oh shit. You don't
wanna forget about this.
Ryan's book of hits from
the last forever. (chuckles)
- They're good.
- [Timmy] Yeah. I
guess we'll find out.
(gates clanking and creaking)
- Okay. See?
(gentle guitar music)
- [Cristin] This is
crazy. What the fuck?
- You ready for this shit?
If you gonna make
a comeback album,
this is the perfect
place to do it.
(gunshots banging)
- Fuck!
- Get the fuck down!
(tense music)
- Fuck!
(gunshots banging)
Jesus fucking Christ.
Fuck. What the fuck? (panting)
- [Ryan] All right. Fuck this.
- [Charlie] Pigeons.
If you have your shot.
You gotta take it.
(Ryan sighs)
(footsteps crunching)
- [Timmy] All right.
Fuck this guy.
- [David] Look, he has
an unconventional style,
but his work speaks for himself.
Okay? Have you read
his book? It's awesome.
- No, I don't read
books about music.
I play music. You fucking nerd.
- Okay, excuse me
for giving a shit
and doing research on the
guy that we're working with.
- [Timmy] All right dude,
what's that in your nose?
Is that a little shit from
being such a little kiss ass?
- Just shut up.
Shut up.
- Hey guys, for two seconds,
look like a competent
band, please.
- Nah, let him keep going.
I'm filming all this shit.
- Welcome to Dordogne.
- Ryan.
- I know.
- Hi, I'm David and I
read, I read your book.
- Shh.
(Charlie inhales deeply)
(Charlie exhales)
- Uh.
(Charlie exhales).
Are we? Oh, okay,
we're doing this.
(Charlie inhales and exhales)
(Charlie inhales
and exhales loudly)
- Once you walk
through those doors,
you are no longer musicians.
You're explorers
searching for the deepest,
most personal entity
within yourselves.
And if that turns into a
song, that's all just a bonus.
- Oh! Almost caught
the Holy Ghost.
Liza, we supposed to get
married in some shit like this.
- Yeah. Once we walk
through those doors,
no more mentions of Liza.
- So (clears throat) do we get
to stay in the little towers?
- You don't get to stay
until I see what you got.
- What does that mean?
- What do I have to say?
What do you think it means?
You don't get to stay
until I see what you got.
Studio's in here.
- [Timmy] Alright, Pimp
Frodo's not a nice one. Hm.
Is there a chapter in his
book about how he's a douche?
- [Cristin] This guy really
understands hospitality.
- If it's good enough
for Joan of Arc,
it's good enough for us.
(gunshot bangs)
(birds flapping)
- Not gonna get used to that.
(guitar twanging)
(drums banging)
(guitar twanging continues)
(guitar twanging continues)
(guitar strumming)
- All right, so we're
gonna start in a F sharp,
F sharp minor.
- You mean like uh...
(guitar strumming)
- Don't play that!
We're not allowed to
play the old songs,
remember?
- What? He said F sharp minor.
It's a good song.
- [David] What the
fuck guys. Fuck!
- Oh shit.
- Whoa.
- The next snapped.
How did this happen?
- [Cristin] Oh my God.
- [Timmy] Oh, I brought a
soft case and my guitar broke.
- [David] Will you
shut the fuck up?
- [Mat] Yeah, bro, come on
man. That's a rookie move, bro.
- [David] I mean,
I have my old one,
but this is my recording bass.
- Hey, if you just
give us like an hour.
It's been, it's been
a minute since we've-
- It's been five years.
- Look, you either
have it or you don't.
- All right.
(sighs) Um, this one's
called "Disgrace."
Timmy, just ride on A and
just Dave, follow along.
- Yeah.
- It's gonna be.
(upbeat rock music)
- What else?
- We didn't even get to the
chorus, it's the best part.
- Then start there.
- All right. Hey, Mat,
we're gonna start in G.
Cristin like dig in
the high hat, right?
(guitar riff blaring)
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. Not that.
- What? You know Miles
would've loved it.
- He's not here.
(guitar twanging)
Oh, hey, can you just
trust me on this?
- Dude, you just
need to calm down.
I do trust you. Okay, baby?
(guitar twanging)
- All right. You know what?
Timmy wants to play in A.
I guess we're playing in A.
And one, two, three.
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
- Anything else?
- He really is like the book.
- What do you want us to play?
Ryan just gave you
two good songs.
- It's good. It's fine.
I, I got like, Wheels on
the Bus starts playing
I got, I got more stuff.
- Man, I love being in a band.
Wheels on the Bus
That sounds like a
hit. Let's play that.
- Look, is there like
anything in particular
you want to hear?
- I didn't invite
you here. You asked.
And the last time I checked,
I didn't see a lot of interest
in resurrecting the
careers of a B-list band
that's a decade
past their prime.
- [David] He's not wrong.
- Alright, I'm gonna go
kick that guy in the face.
- It's good.
Hey, listen man, look, I
think I speak for all of us
when I say I'm, I'm
really appreciative
to be here with you and,
look man, we just wanna
make like a really-
- [Tim] Good music.
[David] Platinum.
- Good album here with you.
- Great. Let's do that.
Are you gonna play something
or do you want me
to call the label
to book your flights?
(sinister music)
- No, no, don't call the label.
Um, Timmy, gimme a,
gimme A minor seventh
and then just back to A minor.
(guitar strumming)
Pick it. Pick it.
(guitar music)
- That's good.
- I know.
- All right you guys, we're
gonna do a walkup from D.
Start on the eighth.
Mat, just do a reverse
walkup, but also eighth.
We all start at the
same time, right?
Right?
- Yeah.
- One, two, three.
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(upbeat rock music continues)
You're having the time
Of my life
And I loved you
much too late
There are things
I'd like to say
So many things
I'd like to change
(upbeat rock music)
(guitar riff twanging)
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
- Woo.
- Fuck! Yes.
Oh, that felt so fucking
good. I love you guys.
Fuck, yes.
- [David] It could
use some sweetener,
but I'm not gonna let perfection
get in the way of good.
- It's not a hit.
- [David] I knew it.
- But you can stay.
Unpack. We'll do a tour in 30.
- [Timmy] Is it just me
or is Charlie out
of his goddamn mind?
- Well, if you read
his book, you'd know
that he likes to play the Guru.
- Well, I don't need
to read his book
because you're regurgitating
the whole damn thing.
- [Cristin] Well,
"Pitchfork" called him
the second coming of Jesus,
but they also called
him an asshole, so.
- [Timmy] You're not wrong.
- Hey, listen. Listen.
We all remember the
first album that we heard
that changed our lives, right?
Well, we have an opportunity
to make our version of
that for someone else.
If that means working with
this guy here, I'm all in.
I mean, we either have
it or we don't. Right?
- [Timmy] Do you really wanna
find out the answer to that?
- I do.
- [Cristin] You got it
buddy. Let's do this.
- [Mat] This place look
like it got bedbugs.
- [Cristin] I need to take
a nap. Jesus, let's go.
- [Mat] What if
Jesus was an asshole?
(gate creaks)
- This castle was originally
a fort over a 1000 years ago.
And then the French
and the British
fought over it for 300 years.
- A lot of people died
and then Cher wrote
a song in that tower.
- She did actually. Several.
- I'll take Cher Tower.
- Aw, grandpa's trying
to turn back time.
- [Timmy] Do you even
know who Cher is?
- Yeah, I do.
- How old are you?
She was the original punk, man.
She's way more rock and
roll than you'll ever be.
- Murder room!
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.
- [Timmy] That's what
I'm talking about.
- Whoa. How does
this thing even work?
- Hey, that's for the next
time Timmy gives you shit.
- Swords. Daggers.
There's a flare.
It's all from a
very long time ago.
- Yeah, I'm good on this.
My therapist says the only
way to peace is peace.
- Yeah. Who needs therapy when
you got one of these, Mat.
- [Mat] You need therapy.
- That ax was actually
used in battle.
First you pierced their
armor, knocking them down.
(vase shatters)
And then you smash their
skull into oblivion.
- We got locks on our doors?
- Yeah, I'd rather get shot.
- What's this?
- Pigeonniere. But
it's off limits.
- Don't go in the creepy
pigeon dungeon. Got it.
- Off limits?
- [Charlie] You'll know if
you need to go in there.
- Yeah, I would be a bird.
(sinister music)
(sinister music continues)
- Hey Mr. DuPont. Is there
like a modem somewhere?
'Cause me and my air mattress
are just gonna crash there.
- Nah, we don't get
internet out here.
- Not even like a 56K?
- A what?
The rest of the
bedrooms are up there.
Oh. And there's no
maids or anything.
So you gotta do
your own laundry.
- [Cristin] You
hear that, Timmy?
You know how to do laundry?
(phone ringing)
- [Voicemail] Hello, you've
reached Alan Albright's office.
We are not available.
Please leave a message.
(tone beeps)
(phone clicks)
(Ryan sighs)
(Ryan sighs)
(pen scratching)
(Ryan mumbling)
(guitar twanging)
(guitar strumming)
(Ryan singing indistinctly)
(Ryan singing
indistinctly continues)
(phone ringing)
(Ryan sighs)
- Back to.
And then some, sometimes.
Sometimes.
(inhales sharply) sometimes.
(soft, eerie music)
Sometimes.
(phone ringing)
(sinister music)
(phone ringing continues)
(flashlight clicks)
(phone ringing continues)
(suspenseful music)
(phone ringing continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(intense music)
(phone ringing continues)
(sinister music)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(sinister music continues)
(intense music)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(pensive music)
(David breathing deeply)
(pensive music continues)
(water splashing)
(footsteps crunching)
(birds cawing)
(bell ringing)
- God damn. This place
is creepy as fuck.
Especially at night.
- [David] Yeah, I know
it's not the Ritz Carlton
that you're used to,
you think you'll manage?
- [Timmy] You would
love to have my life.
(bell ringing)
- Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.
Today we begin healing.
- You can't be serious
with all this kumbaya shit.
- I brought this.
Spent way too long curating
every genre, style, tempo.
What'd you bring?
- This is so dumb.
- You're here 'cause you
wanna make a hit record.
Create a sound that is new,
that is the sum of more
than just the parts.
You know what I'm saying?
But you can't, you're broken.
And the only way to truly
heal and to find truth
is to take everything that
has happened in the past and-
- Burn it.
- Let it go.
- I'm not burning Liza's photo.
- Ryan, let's start with you.
How do you feel?
- I mean, if this helps
us make a hit. I'm all in.
(CD clatters)
(flames crackle)
- (clears throat)
Just to be clear,
I, I don't know
how to write music,
but if you have a
hit song within you,
I can help you unlock it.
- And if we don't?
- Well, I still get
paid either way.
- Wow. I, I feel
really inspired.
(plastic crackling)
(thunder rumbling)
I cannot believe I burned
a good pair of
drumsticks for this shit
Man! I'm doing this
for you, you know?
- Yeah, I know.
- We're all doing this for you.
I don't know.
I just, I don't want
whatever happens this week,
I just don't want it to...
This sounds so cheesy.
I just don't want it
to change us, you know?
I love the idea of just
like throwing ourselves in
and, and trying to make
some good fucking music.
But, I don't know, as soon
as you involve Charlie
and, and fucking Alan,
and all that shit,
I dunno, man, it just.
(thunder rumbling)
That's just my opinion.
That's just my opinion.
I'm not paying for this.
(rain pattering)
(door creaking)
(footsteps tapping)
(drums beating)
(guitars tuning)
- [Ryan] So, in the
spirit of what Charlie
was saying last night,
I reworked this.
- Homie, you still trying
to make us play "Wishlist"?
- We never even gave it a shot.
- You've been writing
this song for a decade.
- Isn't this Miles' shit?
Wait, that's not Miles' shit.
- I mean, (sighs) I
didn't hate this song,
but it never really
felt like it fit in
with our, the rest of our music.
I, I don't know.
- Well, can we just try it?
- Why don't you vote on it?
Who here wants to
revive "Wishlist"?
Okay, and who here wants
to unlock a new hit song
by the genius mind
of Charlie DuPont?
(floorboards creaking)
- Charlie. Charlie.
Look, I know I haven't
recorded in a while,
but like, I want us, I
want us to figure out a way
to work together.
- You ever forge metal?
- No.
- Walk with me.
(grindstone whirring)
Weapon making is a dying art.
Back in the day they would
hand batter the steel here.
Now everything is just electric.
- You made all these?
- Made. Remade.
It's kind of like working on
an album, except at the end
of the day, you got a
solid steel killing device.
Why don't you uh,
help me with this one?
Go ahead.
Just pull it down.
(saw whining)
Look, Ryan, if you wanna
rehash your old songs,
you can do that.
They got computer programs
and you can have David play
producer in your basement.
- I mean, we're here
for your expertise.
- Whoa. Jesus!
(tense music)
Oh, could have been the end
of your career right there.
Look man, if you want my advice,
you need a killer hook,
a sound that no one
has ever heard before.
And watch the bracelets.
(soft, sinister music)
(wind whooshing)
- You know, it's
really pushed it
into perspective for me, man.
Like I've been just
thinking how we only got
so much time here
on Earth, right?
And I mean, we was
on top in '96, man.
We was up there. We
was on doing shows.
Shit was good, man.
But now I feel like we
starting to come back
down to the ground,
reality setting in.
- You still think we got more?
- I don't know, man.
I mean, of course we
always gonna make music.
That's in our soul, that's
in our heart, that's us.
I just don't know how long
we gonna be doing
it on that level.
I don't know how
long we gonna be
getting invited to
castles and shit.
(tape clicking)
(rock music)
Blooming black
lower wine
Slashed arms
And new cut smiles
- [Timmy] Does it bother
anyone else that our least
talented but prettiest face
is the only one who made it.
- Listen, see this right here.
This is our prettiest face
and don't you forget it. Okay?
- [Mat] Ugly as hell. You don't
know what you talking about.
- You know uh, I'm joining Miles
on the second leg of his tour.
- [Mat] What?
- Are you serious?
- The fuck, bro?
- He saw me filling in for
The Pumpkins last year and...
you would've done the same.
- What?
- Wow.
- What?
- [Mat] That's crazy, bro.
- Don't tell Ryan.
- I'm not gonna tell Ryan.
I think that we should
definitely not tell Ryan.
- [Timmy] Yeah, don't tell him.
- [Cristin] He'll
fucking come after us
with one these battle axes.
- [Timmy] I thought
you were gonna say
he was gonna come after us
with one of these bad songs.
(group laughs)
(group chattering indistinctly)
(rock music)
(guitar reverberation echoes)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing continues)
(eerie music)
(phone ringing continues)
(bed creaking)
(flashlight clicks)
(eerie music continues)
(Ryan breathes heavily)
(footsteps thudding)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(sinister music)
(Ryan breathes heavily)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
- [Ryan] Fuck!
You scared me.
- I used to think this place
was haunted, but it's just us.
- Hey, uh, how much is the label
paying you for this session?
- You don't know?
- I was just asking.
- No, I mean, you don't
know. I don't know.
I usually just ask for
whatever I can get at the end.
- What is that like? 25,000, 20?
- Why are you so concerned
with the label, man?
- No, just...
- Look, I'll tell
you what I tell them.
You can't put a price
on a great song.
If it's a hit.
Everybody gets paid.
(pensive music)
All right. I'm
gonna take a shit.
- So we've been, IMing
each other for two years,
back and forth for
the past two years.
Instead of picking up the phone,
we are sending each
other instant messages.
It just doesn't make sense, bro.
- Well, if it's not right,
it's not right. You know?
- No you right. If it's
not right, it's right.
But I still was
sending messages.
(Timmy inhales deeply)
- What does your
therapist say about drugs.
- She says do them.
- How did you travel with that?
- A little tour trick I
learned from the Dandies.
- I'm good.
(Mat inhaling)
- Let's go.
- Shut up.
- Oh shit. You know what
we haven't done in a while?
- Oh, I know, I know. Dare
or dare, motherfuckers.
- [Mat] Dare or
motherfucking dare.
- We are getting weird tonight
boys. Just like the old days.
- [David] Oh, what'd you guys
used to do in the old days?
- Oh, trust me. You
do not wanna know.
It was a different
century. Okay. (laughs)
- Alright. Look, I
dare one of you guys
to break into the pigeon-ray.
- Pigeonniere.
- Pigeonniere. Pigeonniere.
- No, no. Charlie said
we shouldn't go in there.
- Charlie's a rock and roll
producer so he'll understand.
- Fuck, Cher went
into the pigeonniere.
- Nose goes.
Oh!
- Supposed to put your hand.
It's gonna be a great vajournal.
Ayye.
- [Timmy] Oh, he's scared.
Scared.
- He's so scared.
- [Group] Pigeonniere!
Pigeonniere!
Pigeonniere! Pigeonniere!
- Alright.
- [Cristin] In and
out. 30 seconds.
There's no birds
there. You'll be fine.
- [Ryan] All right guys,
this is gonna be real fun.
(door rattling)
(footsteps echoing)
(door thuds)
(lock rattles)
(door creaks)
Shit is old as hell.
Who would actually
want to live here?
(footsteps shuffle)
(footsteps crunching)
(telephone rings distantly)
(object buzzing)
(footsteps crunching)
Real funny guys. I swear to God.
I swear to God if we don't
record the best album ever
after this, I'm killing
you all in your sleep.
(phone ringing)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
Oh my god. Okay.
Think I'm scared.
I'm not scared.
(locks rattle)
(Ryan screams)
(dramatic music)
- [Timmy] What do
mean you saw Miles?
- [Ryan] Look at the tape.
- [Timmy] I am looking
at the tape, homie.
- [Ryan] Look at the tape.
- [Timmy] I'm looking
at the tape right now.
- [Cristin] All right. I
am looking for more drugs.
- Why would Miles be here?
Isn't he on like
a huge arena tour?
- He's not here man. You
didn't even go inside.
- [Mat] Give me my camera, man.
I don't see shit, man.
- The ringing?
- The ringing is
called tinnitus.
And I've been telling you
about the gold plated earplugs.
- [Cristin] What the
fuck you talking about?
- [Mat] What you talking about?
Look, you need a therapist.
- Well, I don't need
a fucking therapist.
- Hey, Ryan, you
need to calm down.
- [David] Look, if you guys
would've just listened to me,
Ryan wouldn't be
freaking out right now.
(people speak indistinctly)
(ringing tone)
- [Timmy] Ryan, come on.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
Charlie says if we want a hit.
- We gotta find a
killer new sound
that no one's ever heard before.
- [Timmy] Yeah. So
what the fuck do we do?
- I got eight years
of new sounds.
- [Timmy] All right, hit me.
(guitar strumming)
That's, that's like too
Radiohead, Killer Cars. Come on.
- Okay.
(guitar music)
- You trying to be
The Edge? Come on.
(guitar twanging)
I mean that sounds like
"Murder on the Orient Express."
- That's a film score.
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
If we're trying to be
anti-everything, then how
are we supposed to do that.
- There's only 12 notes
on the scale, nothing
we're gonna do
is gonna be anti-everything.
- I got something.
- [Ryan] I thought
you didn't write.
- I don't.
These notes are the
same ones that Bach used
in the first cello
suite, the prelude.
- Oh, that's classical.
- Yeah, but no one's ever
heard them like this before.
For the sound it's
more of a mellotron
and less in clavier, you
know what I'm saying?
(upbeat keyboard music)
- Hey, stop. Stop!
This is just. I
mean, this is shit.
- [Tim] Look, I
just think we should
just try Charlie's song.
- [David] Yeah, I think people
would fucking love this.
- Mat, what do you think?
(upbeat keyboard music)
- I mean, it could
be the new us.
- I know it'll be a hit.
Just trust the process.
(energetic rock music)
- Fuck You can already
hear the crowd into this!
(energetic rock music continues)
(energetic rock music continues)
I remember when
It was some da da da
Laughing on a one way train
Mind's trippin'
And I remember when
Ba ba dad
Laughter on the ba da da
The world's flippin.
Heading to the moon
We'll meet you soon
Enjoy the ride
Our world's collide
A tie dye dream
or so it seems
Under candy skies
We'll take it slow
Oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
It's how it goes
Whoa oh oh
We'll take it slow
Whoa oh oh oh
It's how it goes
- It's got the edge
of of Jawbreaker
with a little bit of
Air "Moon Safari".
The kids are gonna love it!
- Yeah, but it's just
bubblegum stuff. It's not us!
- Jesus. You gotta
let that shit go.
And get in the water,
baby, it's warm!
I mean, the only thing
I'm worried about
if it's gonna go
platinum or diamond.
(saw whining)
- Jawbreaker and Air?
It's more like U2
and Crazy Town.
- [Timmy] It does not
sound like Crazy Town.
Hey, but if we make Crazy Town
money, I'm not complaining.
(saw whining)
- I just feel like
our 18-year-old selves
would kick our ass.
(saw whining)
- Do you think I
like playing guitar
for Christina Aguilera?
Why do you think I'm here.
- Timmy, I'm stuck. Timmy!
Timmy turn it off!
- I think we need to-
- Timmy turn it off.
Timmy, please!
- Trust the process.
- Please, help me! Timmy!
(Ryan screaming)
(tense music)
- Trust the process, Ryan.
(Ryan screaming)
(cleaver thuds)
Trust the process, Ryan.
I'm just messing with you.
Unlike you losers,
I actually know
what I'm doing in the kitchen.
- [Charlie] Eminc
de magret de canard,
it's tradition to
celebrate a song
that's on its way
to becoming big.
- [Timmy] Thank you.
- [Cristin] A big song.
That's what I like.
- [David] Hey, what's acid like?
- [Timmy] Ooh, acid is
like walking on a rainbow
wrapped in a blanket of sunshine
while learning about the
meaning of the universe.
- Well, we just recorded a
hit song, so I want that.
- David, don't do it.
- Baby boy's growing on me.
- What? I wanna do it.
- Don't do it.
- Hey, hey. Like Charlie said-
- Don't do it, David.
- Charlie said we either have
it or we don't. And we do.
- Just do one. Just do.
- Oh.
- Okay. So what now?
- This is not gonna go well.
- Yo soy tu papa,
my friend, you about
to go to acid land.
- Bye bye.
- Mm.
This is so good.
- You can thank to
DuPont for the recipe.
Everyone say "Thank
you, Charlie."
Thank you, Charlie.
- [Group] Thank you, Charlie.
(soft pensive music)
- I think mine's talking to me.
- What is it saying, David?
- Hi little fella.
- The slow descent of
a virgin into madness.
(Cristin laughs)
- As an artist...
What scares you?
- Kids.
Love.
- [Timmy] No, you, you
need to move on, Mat.
Come on.
- Love, man, love.
I always have
problems with love.
- Or I can go-
- Not being able to get hard.
- Just don't go there.
The only love you
need is my love to you
and I love you, so
you need to move on.
- You know what I'm afraid of?
Losing our friends
to the hollow
pursuit of success.
- Damn. That's a good one.
- Alright, I can go.
Um, I'm afraid that
uh, I'm just too good
and no one's ever gonna
appreciate my talent.
- Oh my God.
Get your foot out
your ass. Damn.
- It's the truth.
- [Mat] You always compliment
yourself, every time.
- Charlie, how about you?
- Ryan hasn't gone.
- Being irrelevant,
having everyone
look up to you as
the one who made it
and nothing to show
for it a decade later.
- Okay.
Uh, I am not afraid of
anything except dying.
David, what are you on
and can I have some?
(distorted, creepy music)
(distorted, creepy
music continues)
(group screaming)
- [Cristin] I'm so awesome.
(upbeat electronic music)
(distorted voices screaming)
(everyone yelling indistinctly)
- One trillion dollars.
- I think I'm realizing that,
that, that Charlie is the trip.
I mean, he just comes
in here and he does
like the boom scooby-doo-pop,
you know, and he just
makes us a hit. You know?
It's just-
- Thank you, thank you.
I'm able to take complex
energies that surround all of us
and, and channel them into
smart and aesthetically pleasing
and, and, and, and
beautiful mantras
back to the artist.
- [Mat] It's great, man.
- [David] That
makes so much sense.
- Anybody ever told you
you have Napoleon syndrome?
(Cristin laughing echoes)
(upbeat electronic
music continues)
(distorted music)
(ominous music)
(footsteps crunching)
(footsteps crunching continues)
(lock squeaking)
(suspenseful music)
(door creaking)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps shuffle)
(door creaking)
(footsteps shuffle)
(eerie distorted music)
(eerie distorted
music continues)
(low, ominous music)
(dramatic music)
- Told you not to be in here.
- [Ryan] What's in there?
- [Charlie] Most people
can't stay in there
for more than a few minutes.
- [Ryan] What do you mean?
- Fine. Open it.
(lid thuds)
It's an anechoic chamber.
I built it to block
out all the noise.
There's no noise,
but there is sound.
You hear the sound of
your blood vessels.
Of your body working.
The sounds of your life.
- Sounds like it'd
make you go crazy.
- It can.
Or it can help you make a track
that your band actually likes.
(lid thuds)
- What the fuck do you
have against my music?
- I don't have anything
against your music.
- No, you've been shitting
on everything I do
since I got here.
- Ryan, I'm here
to make something
that people wanna listen to.
Now, if that's a song
that you wrote, great.
If it's a song that I wrote
and you just happen to sing
on it, that's great too.
- It's gonna be a song I wrote.
(low, ominous tone)
(David breathing heavily)
- [David] Can you hear that?
(David breathing heavily)
- David?
- David!
- I wanna dip my toe
in, like Charlie said.
- David!
- David, no!
(tense music)
- [Timmy] Get the fuck down!
You fucking idiot, man!
- [Cristin] What are you
doing, buddy. Come on.
- What the fuck happened?
- Moved around.
Remember we
celebrating a record.
- Look, I told you!
- The water's not fucking
warm, it's putrid.
They're trying to take our gift
and put it in a meat grinder.
You're trying to kill me.
- [Ryan] You're okay, buddy.
- They're trying
to fucking kill me.
- You're okay.
(David wails)
You're okay.
- See, that's why you never
take more than two tabs.
- [Cristin] Jesus.
- [David] I want to go
home, please! (sobs)
- You are home,
buddy. You're okay.
- What kind of shit was that?
- You're home.
You're home, okay.
(David sobs)
Hey, you're home, buddy.
(low, ominous music)
(door creaking)
(birds twittering)
- Come on, get him up.
Hey, welfare check. Get up!
You all right, man?
Bro, you lost your
shit last night, man.
You turned it to a
straight exorcist. (grunts)
Bro, first of all, don't ever
take your glasses off again.
- Wait, did I say something
bad about Charlie?
- [Mat] Did you say
something bad about Charlie?
I mean, it's is what you
didn't say, honestly.
You said a whole lot
of shit last night.
But most important thing
is you good? You all right?
Come on, get on up, man.
- Yeah. Okay.
I want a beer. We
got songs to do.
I have a bassline to write.
- Guess we're back to work.
I don't know about Charlie,
but I think he might
have unlocked something.
All right, let's go.
- Hey man.
The key to having a great
band is teamwork, okay?
I need you to get
your shit together.
(upbeat music)
- Got a little bit
of a deck vibe.
I dig it.
Ryan, come join us.
David's had some
really good ideas.
- Hey, just some hooks,
building off the sound
that Charlie's been pitching.
Hey Timmy, let's work on that
song we were doing earlier.
- Got some fun lyrics
you could work with.
- [David] I'll just
put my beer down.
- They're about second chances.
And when people least expect it
becoming something
important again.
(eerie, discordant tone)
(phone ringing)
(eerie, discordant
tone continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(ominous music)
(Ryan gasping)
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(tinnitus buzzing tone)
(gentle guitar music)
(birds twittering)
(gentle guitar music continues)
(cock crowing)
- I'm fine.
- Oh yeah, that's
generally how people
who are doing fine
start a conversation.
You look like shit.
- I'm not sleeping.
- Well, it's a creepy
ass castle. I know.
It must be tough
playing second fiddle
to a fake guru with
no musical ability.
What the fuck does he even play?
- I don't know.
I guess like success is just
copying whatever bullshit
trends on the radio in
any even given moment.
- Success?
Success, success is
just fucking random.
It's just, it's,
it's not even real.
It's like based on
a million factors
that none of us
understand or can control.
And it doesn't fucking matter.
Man, it doesn't fucking
matter if we all, you know,
if we die famous or, or,
or no one knows who we are,
because we all end up in a
pile of dirt in the ground.
So all we can do while we're
here on this fucking rock,
just hurtling through space,
is our, our thing,
our own thing.
And it's just art, man.
It's, it's not that
big of a deal anyway.
(guitar twanging)
(drums beating)
- I'm loving these new songs.
- Yes, so cool.
Good stuff, man.
- Anyone seen David?
- Present.
- [Cristin] Oh, good
morning, sunshine.
- [David] Bonjour.
- Charlie, I really
wanna thank you
for giving this
one another shot.
- I think the changes you
made give it a new life.
- [Timmy] Hey, if
Charlie's happy. I'm happy.
- All right, everyone.
And one, two, three, four.
(energetic rock music)
(energetic rock music continues)
- It's got a Pixies vibe,
but I'm not mad at it.
- This is great,
Ryan. I love it.
- All right.
The chorus goes like this.
I know
I can write my
way out of this
Back hole
Back to all the
things that I miss
Sometimes I wonder
if I even exist
Add another line
to my wishlist
- [Charlie] I mean that
definitely has potential.
- [Ryan] Thanks man.
- [Mat] We're back baby.
- It's just too bad though.
- What?
- [Charlie] That
you didn't tell me.
- Tell you what?
(tense music)
- When were you
going to tell me?
- What?
- When were you gonna tell
me the label dropped you?
(sinister music)
- What?
- [Charlie] Listen man, I'm out.
No wonder you were asking
about them every two minutes.
- But just now in
the room, you just,
you were telling me that-
- [Charlie] What are
you talking about?
You've been sitting
here for four hours.
- What about your song? We -
You said that-
- My song?
I'm gonna take my song
and I'm gonna give
it to somebody else.
I don't do this shit for free.
I'm gonna go to
Bordeaux for a few days.
When I come back,
y'all better be gone.
- [Ryan] The others
then. Did you tell 'em?
- [Charlie] I'll let
you take care of that.
- [Ryan] You really don't
think any of our songs?
- [Charlie] What do you think?
(low, ominous tone)
(footsteps tapping)
- Fuck!
Agh!
(objects clatter)
Fuck!
Fuck.
(objects clatter)
(Ryan screams)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(intense tone)
- So that's it. He just left.
- [Mat] It's over.
- [David] Is it bad
my first thought's
at least we got that track down.
- [Timmy] No, it just
doesn't make any sense.
I mean we were just starting
to lay down some good stuff.
Did you say something to him?
- [Mat] He was just telling me
my key line was
like Ryan Wright.
Ain't nobody ever said no
nice shit like that to me.
- Did he say
anything else, Ryan?
- [David] I dunno,
I just don't get it.
Are you sure he is not
like in his office?
You know, I'm gonna check.
(ominous music)
- He just said he
was going to Bordeaux
and we should just stay here
and continue to
work for the week.
- [Cristin] Oh, well
that was nice of him.
- [Timmy] Well,
it's quits for us.
- [Ryan] We have a
lot of good songs.
- Yeah, but we don't
have a producer.
What are we supposed to
do without a producer?
Charlie's gone. We
don't have the songs.
What? You don't have the songs?
- Come on.
- You don't have the songs.
- [Ryan] Is that what this is
about? I don't get it, man.
Like since we got here,
you've just been like a knife
in my side the whole time.
- No, it's just that
ever since we broke up,
only one of us hasn't
stopped working.
- [David] Ryan, can we talk?
How long?
And you weren't gonna
tell us anything.
Who's gonna pay for this?
(David sighs)
- The stuff. We
finished the album.
- [David] You better
pray that song we made
is good enough to
get us out of this.
- That song is...
- [David] What?
- It's not ours.
- [David] Bullshit.
I put work into that.
(David sighs)
Then you better lawyer up.
- It's not like there'd
be anything to split.
(footsteps tapping)
- What did the book
say about him leaving.
(zip zipping)
- Hey, don't forget to
take your broken bass.
(David exhales sharply)
- Charlie was right.
You guys are all washed
up and you know it.
- Just leave.
- Fuck you!
- [Mat] Right. That's the sign.
Maybe we shouldn't be here.
- [Timmy] I never fucking
wanted to be here.
- [Cristin] Ryan. Ryan!
It's okay if you wanna
just call it quits.
- I just need to think.
(tinnitus buzzing tone)
(phone ringing)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(tinnitus buzzing
tone continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(heart beating)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone clicks)
(Mat screaming)
(tense music)
(eerie music)
- No, no, please. (panting)
No.
(Cristin gasping)
No.
(Cristin screaming)
- [Mat] All right, see
you man. Come here.
(Mat and Timmy
speaking indistinctly)
- [Timmy] We've never been good.
Our band has never
been the same.
(ominous music)
- [Ryan] Fuck Charlie.
- [Timmy] Look Ryan, I don't
know what you're going through.
- No. We have everything we
need right here to record.
All we have to do is go up.
Just gimme a little time here.
We can go up there, we
can record right now.
- We, we can't record new
songs with a new producer,
but you're having us
record the same old shit.
So what are you
gonna tell the label?
- There's no label.
- Fucking known.
You know I dropped a 20 day
tour to follow your ass here.
- All we need is us, right?
If you just go up
there, you start-
- [Timmy] You fucking
lied to us. I'm out.
- No, Timmy, look,
we don't need,
we don't need Charlie.
- You were gonna find out
if we had it or we didn't.
- Timmy.
- Looks like you have
your answer, buddy.
- No, please. Timmy, come on.
- Don't fucking touch me, man.
(tense music)
- Timmy, please.
Come on, please.
- Stop touching
my fucking guitar.
(Timmy grunts)
(punches thudding)
Fuck you!
- [Mat] Alright,
alright. Come on man.
- You're a one hit wonder
who's gonna live in the shadow
of the one guy who made
this band successful.
Miles.
- All right, all right.
- Get me my guitar.
(Ryan groans)
Okay.
- You know, we don't give
a shit about the label.
- I'm already broke, so.
(Cristin sighs)
Man, do you even remember
why we started this band?
- Because we had no
other friends and
our parents hated us.
- Yeah.
But mostly because we
didn't give a fuck.
And now all you
do is give a fuck.
- You think he's happy?
- Who? Miles.
I don't know. He's rich.
Does that make him happy?
If you spend your
whole life looking
for validation from someone
else or, or some other shit,
I don't know, it's
gonna get to you
and it's gonna break you.
It's gonna break your soul.
- You ever wonder why
Miles didn't take you guys
with him when he left?
Maybe you're just
not good enough.
- What the fuck, man.
- You ever think about that.
Sometimes I think about that.
- Why would you say
some shit like that?
Man, when there was no
tours, we never left.
When years went by
without any offers,
with no fans, we never left.
And now with no label,
we are still here.
- I guess I should be happy.
Then again, where
else would you go?
- Yeah.
Fuck you, man.
I've been there. I've
been there for you.
We're like family.
What the fuck?
- What? It's just art, right?
It's not that big a deal.
- [Cristin] Fuck this, man.
(Ryan coughing)
(wind whistling)
(paper rustling)
(Ryan sighs)
(Ryan sighs)
(bed creaks)
(wind whistles)
(Ryan grunts)
(footsteps thud)
- Mat.
So, Mat?
Cristin?
(Ryan knocks)
(footsteps shuffle)
What?
(low, ominous music)
Cristin!
Mat!
Cristin!
(footsteps thudding)
Mat!
You know what? You're
doing me a favor!
(footsteps crunching)
(birds twittering)
(low, ominous music continues)
I'm fine.
(low, ominous music continues)
(door creaks and clangs)
(paper rustling)
(flames crackling)
(crickets chirping)
(flames crackling continues)
(pensive music)
- [Alan On Voicemail] Hey
Ryan. Alan Albright here.
I can't seem to reach you,
but Charlie told
me what happened.
Look, you're really just
fucking yourself here.
The label is not
backing any of this.
And now with Charlie upset,
there's liability issues.
And look, you're gonna get
a formal release of claims,
legal stuff, and you need
to sign it, or else it just.
You wanna sign it.
Get yourself together, Ryan.
(pensive guitar music)
(buttons creaking)
(buttons creaking continues)
- Fuck!
(objects thud)
(Ryan screaming)
Fuck! Fuck!
(guitar crashes)
Fuck you!
Fuck you guys.
(no audio)
Liquid smiles
Tell her for
and falling down
Stronger now without you
(upbeat rock music)
Without
Without
(crowd cheering)
(upbeat rock music)
- Thank you.
We have Cristin on drums.
Mat on keys.
Timmy on guitar and
Miles on bass and vocals.
(crowd cheering)
I know, we all love him.
We are Excelsis.
Love crushed from a clock
I hate you so we don't talk
And your teeth make me weak
And you're keeping them from
Me
(Miles roars)
(Ryan yells)
(Ryan thuds)
(tense guitar music)
(ax clinks)
(Ryan thuds)
(objects clatter)
(tense guitar music continues)
(Miles roars)
(Ryan yells)
(tense guitar music continues)
(tense guitar
music reverberates)
(tense guitar
music reverberates)
(suspenseful music)
(Miles roars)
(Ryan thuds)
(ominous music)
(kick thuds)
(Ryan grunts)
(blows thudding)
(Ryan groans)
(Ryan groans)
(guitar twangs)
(ax thuds)
(guitar clatters)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
Where are you?
Where are you?
(Ryan panting)
(guitar thudding)
Where are you?
(Ryan screams)
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music)
Where?
(Miles roars)
(tense guitar music)
(Miles roars)
(ax scraping)
(tense guitar
music reverberates)
(Ryan gasping)
(lock clattering)
(suspenseful guitar music)
(door thuds)
(Miles hammering)
(door thuds)
(Miles roars)
(lid thuds)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(heartbeat thudding)
(Ryan breathing
heavily continues)
(heartbeat thudding continues)
(Ryan breathing
heavily continues)
(heartbeat thudding continues)
(Ryan breathing
heavily continues)
(heartbeat thudding continues)
(no audio)
- [Miles] Hey, I actually gotta
talk to you about some shit.
- Not this again.
I know you don't
love the new songs.
There's some actually
good ones like "Wishlist."
- The label offered
me a solo album.
(Ryan laughs)
- I'm serious. It's
like a full budget.
Music videos.
Everything, tour support.
So awesome.
- You told them,
"No", though, right?
We just played the VMAs.
We're getting radio play.
We're exactly getting
everything we've ever wanted.
We're supposed to open up
for Jawbreaker this summer.
- I know. But what the fuck
would you do in my shoes, man?
- I've written every
song you've ever sang.
- Yeah, I know.
- Told the band?
- Cristin, she's a
studio drummer at best.
She can't keep up with us live.
And Tim's already
doing his own thing
and I don't even know
what Mat does anymore.
- That's fucking bullshit,
man. You know it.
This is your family.
- I got something new for me.
I mean, the sampling
we've been talking about,
they're doing that.
They're doing it
with Bach. It's...
Remember we always said,
when you get your shot,
you take your shot.
(lid thuds)
Oh!
Fuck. It would've been
the end of your career.
Look man, I, I, I can't
promise it to everyone,
but, why, why don't you come
out on the road with me?
Huh? Just see how it vibes.
See how it fits man.
And this could be
something huge for us.
All right.
Fuck, Ryan.
You know what? I'll
call you in a week, hmm?
Give you till then and...
well the tour bus
will be waiting.
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing continues)
(phone ringing continues)
(ominous music)
(lid creaking)
(Ryan grunts)
(Ryan breathes heavily)
(footsteps crunching)
(lid creaks and thuds)
(footsteps crunching)
(jacket thuds)
(door creaks)
(footsteps crunching)
(footsteps crunching continues)
(low, somber music)
(car rumbling)
(wistful music)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(wistful music continues)
(key clicks)
(traffic humming)
(door thuds)
(bell rings)
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
- Disappear.
(guitar thuds)
(latches click)
(tape recorder clicks)
(gentle guitar music)
(gentle guitar music continues)
Mom and dad can't
remember if I told you
I'm glad I am, I
finally got to know you
Years from when we met
Back when I left home
And let me sing you sweet
and distant fictions
On lonely nights you
would lay and listen
If you don't like it,
wait till I fix it
Because I know I can
ride my way outta this
Black hole, back to all
the things that I miss
Sometimes I wonder
if I even exist
Just add another
line to my wishlist
If I could fly
Over and under
I think I just might
Stay till I get it right
(tape recorder clicks)
(pensive guitar music)
(pensive guitar music continues)
(pensive guitar music continues)
- [Customer] Excuse me.
Hi, sorry. Do you mind?
Can I get your help
for a second over here?
I just wanna see
something behind the case.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
My son's just picking
up electric guitar
and he just keeps leaving
cables who knows where.
So I just need to pick up a few.
I, but I have no
idea what I need.
- Oh, this is the cheapest.
But I actually
recommend this one.
(guitar clicks)
- Hey Ryan, coming
out to Peace tonight?
- I'm closing.
(colleague sighs)
- Alright.
(curtain rail scrapes)
(door clanking and squeaking)
- [TV] And that's why you
should taste it yourself.
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- Add another line
to your wish list
with Taco Bell's new hot-
I know I can ride my way
- And spicy chicken burrito.
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Back to all of this
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Just add another
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- [TV Announcer] Listen to your
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(guitar music continues)
(guitar music continues)
(guitar music continues)