What Would Diplo Do? (2017) s01e03 Episode Script
The Curse
1 Keith: I apologize for that deejay before this.
- Uh - That [bleep.]
sucked really badly.
We're Every Time I Die, from Buffalo, New York.
Thanks very much for being out here.
[Metalcore music plays, indistinct singing.]
[Music continues in distance.]
Oh, hey.
Do you want to buy a CD? Oh, is that the new Every Time I Die? No.
Uh, this is, uh I open for them.
This is some stuff I play and some original remixes in there.
Oh, are you in Snot Vomit? Uh no, before them.
Oh, are you in Rigor Morbid? Two before them.
What time did you go on? 4:00.
Oh.
Here.
It's on the house.
Oh.
Um No, thanks.
[Metalcore music plays.]
[Air horn blows.]
[Mid-tempo electronic music plays.]
[Music continues.]
Brian: All right, that's it.
Everyone out! Let's go.
You too, Ricki Lake.
Let's go! Michael Bay, get out of here, man.
Get out! Wake up! Wake up! Let's go! Thank you.
Out! Everyone, out! I like your suit, man.
That's a pretty good suit.
Get out.
Thank you.
- [Exhales.]
- [Door closes.]
- Yo, where's everybody going? - To wherever they came from.
Hey, ladies, get out! Get out! Hoochie, hoochie! Hoochie, hoochie! Get out! - Get out of here! - Ow! Uh, good night.
God! - Have a good one.
- [Door closes.]
- You're staying though, right? - I got to sleep, man.
I have a flight to Mexico City in the morning.
Yeah, where's, uh, Emery? She quit, like, two months ago.
I meant, uh, Amanda.
She's not gonna last either not after tonight.
How about Jasper? Go to sleep! Come on, man one drink.
- You're a [bleep.]
vampire.
- One drink.
I swear to God, one night, you were drunk, you tried to bite my dick, bro.
We're celebrating.
Come on.
Bite my dick, dude? I never bit your dick.
- [Door opens.]
- Come on! One [Door closes.]
Looks like it's just you and me, fam.
All right, but we're drinking.
[Hip-hop music plays.]
All right, movie star crush if I had to pick one That's a good question.
Easy.
Elsa.
Elsa from "Frozen" is your movie star fantasy? You're damn straight.
Sexiest of all the princesses.
You know, I had a dream that Elsa was riding a unicorn in a little ice bikini.
She was hot.
- Yo.
- [Music stops.]
You know what would be dope? - What? - If I got knighted.
Like, what? Knighted like, the queen of England, like, made me a knight, you know what I mean? With, like, the sword and the little hat and shit.
Why in the [bleep.]
would the queen of England make you - I got one of these, don't I? - So does Milli Vanilli.
Yeah, but look where I started selling CDs out of my car? Now look at me.
I'm looking.
A'ight.
Then listen.
- [Dance pop says.]
- Let it be so Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is someone to lean on I like this.
I remember this.
- Yeah, right? - I remember this.
This that song that Brian likes, the one he keeps on telling you to finish.
It's beautiful.
Those vocals incredible, but right now, the chorus is better than the song as I had it, right? And it's too slow to dance to, so what I did was sped it up, and I gave it, like, a reggaeton, like, dancehall vibe.
And I had them re-record the vocals.
Listen.
- [Slower, funkier.]
- Need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is someone to lean on Ahh, I like this shit! I'm not gonna lie I like this shit.
[High-pitched.]
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah [High-pitched.]
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah Yo, Dip, man, you onto something right here.
Yo, yo, yo! No, no! Don't [bleep.]
up my master! - The master? - Yeah.
- [Music stops.]
Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.
You mean to tell me that the only copy the only copy you got of this song is on this laptop? I just finished it today.
I left my hard drive in New York.
- Mother[bleep.]
, e-mail it! - No.
- What do you mean, "No"? - Hackers.
Who's hacking your e-mails? NASA.
NASA's hacking your e-mails? Yeah.
Remember that Snowden dude? Oh, you mean the NSA.
Yeah NASA.
Yo, I'm telling you, once this comes out [Music resumes.]
"Sir Diplo.
" You know the only Americans that they knight are actually movie stars? And, uh, to be honest, man, you can't act worth shit.
Yeah, well, what if somebody made a movie about me? - [Music stops.]
- Made a movie about a deejay? - Yeah, about, like, my life - Phhhht! and my struggles and, like One platinum plaque, and he thinks he's Taylor Swift.
Yo, they never made a movie about Taylor Swift.
Oh, yeah, they did.
- No, they didn't.
- Hell yeah, they did.
Like, a movie, like, in the movie theater? $123 million.
So I didn't see the mother[bleep.]
.
I mean you know, it's not like she's good.
Tell that shit to her eight Grammys.
Who gives a [bleep.]
about the Grammys? Yo, my grandparents watch the Grammys.
And she writes her own music and lyrics.
- So? - And you don't.
And she has way more followers than you.
God damn! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The difference is, like, astronomical.
And did you know that she donates money to a music school in Nashville? That's some Oprah shit.
[Computer whistles.]
Oh, hell no! You did not tweet, "Someone should make a Kickstarter to get Taylor Swift a booty.
" - [Cellphone thuds.]
- Who the [bleep.]
do you think you are? - Yo, listen.
- Oh, no.
If I was a pretty girl who could sing country, I would have this game locked.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
- You know why? - No, no, no, no, no.
'Cause I'm a producer.
- [Sighs.]
- It doesn't matter how pretty you are or how much you could sing.
If you don't have a producer who can mix it and make it a hit, you may as well just go, like, be on "American Idol.
" You got first-fame syndrome.
First-fame syndrome? What the [bleep.]
is that? You're high off your own myth.
I've never done meth! "Myth.
" "Th.
" And tell the truth you're from Florida.
Yo, that's not cool.
You know what I'm gonna have to do to you, man.
Besides chill out? I'm gonna have to put a curse on you, brother.
[Laughing.]
What? From now on, to whatever degree you feel your ego, may an equal amount of calamity befall you.
What's a calamity? Bad shit.
And what's "befall"? Like, like, like, bad shit gonna happen to you.
By "ego," like, what do you mean? Like Like, feeling yourself.
Like, any time you feel yourself, bad shit will happen to you.
Yo, whatever.
[Chuckles.]
All good.
In the meantime, me and my 1 million copies sold are gonna go get some rest.
- [Thud.]
- Aah! [Bleep.]
[Chuckles.]
[Air horn blows.]
[Air horn blows.]
If you hate a job, just don't do it.
[Air horn blows.]
You got to [Door opens.]
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho! Cover boy now.
Looking good! Looking goo [Handle rattles.]
What the Oh shit.
Oh, come on.
[Grunting.]
You got to Thank you for, uh, taking me in the private elevator.
Absolutely, Mr.
Diplo.
This actually happens more than you'd think.
- Oh, yeah? Wow.
- Mm-hmm.
I must say, I certainly don't mind the show.
- [Laughing.]
Oh.
Well - Yeah.
[Laughs.]
All six of them.
Oh, you know.
[Loud bang.]
Oh shit.
What happened? [Bleep.]
elevator! [Clicking.]
W-What does that mean? Uh, now the fire department has to show up, and those guys take forever.
You got to Hey.
Can I get a photo? Oh, yeah.
Of course.
[Camera clicks.]
You know, you're you're really cute in person.
Well [Splash.]
You got to cut this shit out.
- Nothing I can do.
- Bullshit! You're the one who threw the glitter me.
Yeah.
And you're the only one who can break the curse.
How? I wish you were Morgan Freeman.
You can't afford him.
What am I supposed to pay attention to every little thing I tweet now? You body-shamed a girl because she was more successful than you.
It was funny.
Come on.
Even Jasper thought so.
What the [bleep.]
does Jasper know, man? I tweet shit like that all the time.
Back then, was cool, man.
You were farting in the wind.
But now we're in a crowded elevator, man, and don't nobody want to smell that shit.
- It stink! - Pbbbbbt! Sorry, man, but you're not Kanye.
Kanye can shit in an elevator, and everybody be like, "Oh, my God.
Look what the [bleep.]
Kanye just produced.
" You you're just a deejay.
A deejay from Florida.
All right? I'm sorry you don't rap well enough to survive being an asshole, so we're gonna have to speed this process up.
[Sighs.]
A'ight.
I'm sorry.
Yay.
You gonna throw the glitter at me now? Bitch, don't tell me what to do with my glitter.
I [Air horn blows.]
[Air horn blows.]
Uh, if you want to be a great dresser, you got to get really dope clothes.
Like, clothes are, like, the key to being a good dresser.
[Air horn blows.]
I don't know like, personally, I don't really get Beyoncé.
I'm not gonna tweet that.
I'm not, like, suicidal, but [Hokey electronic music plays.]
Yo, the only thing worse than a bad deejay is a bad wedding deejay.
Yo, look up, dipshit.
Nobody's on the dance floor.
And look.
Look.
People are leaving.
They haven't even cut the cake yet.
Ooh.
Huh.
Look at how sad the bride is.
- Aw.
- Look, she wants to dance.
She just I can't let this happen.
Then don't.
Yeah, but if I go in there and everybody loves it, then Then a commensurate amount of shit gonna fall down on your head? What's a "commensurate"? Like, an equal level of Do you read anything other than tweets? Deejay: All right, y'all, this is another original remix! [Up-tempo electronic music plays.]
Unh-unh.
- Mind if I jump in? - Oh, snap! [Music stops.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
- 'Sup, fam? - [Feedback.]
[Conversations stop.]
This is a little something I've been working on.
I just put the finishing touches on it yesterday.
You're the first people in the world to hear it, but when I play it, I want everybody up on the dance floor.
["Lean On" plays.]
Do you recall that long ago We would walk on the sidewalk Innocent, remember All we did was care for each other But the night was warm We were bold and young All around, the wind blows We would only hold on to let go Blow a kiss, fire a gun We all need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun We all need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on [Instrumental break.]
All we need is somebody to lean on Lean on, lean on, lean on - Thank you so much for saving my wedding.
- Oh, you know I don't know what I did to deserve this, man, but I am so grateful.
Hey, it's like H Uh how about you pay me? Man, a sense of humor, too.
$100K is, like, serious friend rate.
I didn't pay that much for this whole place.
Uhh Well, maybe you should have gotten a better room.
Do you have another daughter who you love more? Listen, you little shithead.
Where I come from, we take care of hustlers.
You understand? Hey, everybody, let's give a huge round of thanks to our special guest tonight Diplo! [Cheers and applause.]
All right.
Listen, listen, everybody.
I-I need to get paid, so if everyone just writes me a check for like $2,500, it should probably cover it.
Come on, Granny.
Get out your checkbook.
I'm serious, people.
I-I don't ask you to work for free.
Like, you know, if you're poor, maybe like $1,000, like, if you have more money, like $3,000.
[Murmuring.]
L-Look, half of all marriages end in divorce anyway, right? It's not like it's that sacred.
[Crowd booing.]
[Glass shatters.]
Get the [bleep.]
out of here! You got it.
I can't believe I ever thought that you were cool.
[Booing continues.]
[Slurred.]
I'd still [bleep.]
him.
Jamar: Walk me through what you think just happened.
I saw the way they moved to it.
I was like "Damn.
" I mean this is bigger than me.
It's not even about me or how many followers I have.
I knew I had to save that song, no matter what calamity befalled me.
Mother[bleep.]
, you ruined a wedding.
Yeah to break the curse.
[Sighs.]
[Air horn blows.]
[Air horn blows.]
I don't know, I don't really respond with it that much.
Like, maybe if she used, like, a different filter or something, it'd be better.
Hefe's usually pretty dope.
[Air horn blows.]
I hope you enjoyed your stay, sir.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
I did.
- [Engine revving.]
- Big fan.
[Tires squeal, horn blares.]
["Lean On" plays.]
Hey, shithead! Get in! I see you've been busy with social media.
Oh.
Well I do love my daughter, you asshole! [Bleep.]
you, Dick-lo! Is this a story I want to hear? Nah.
- It's all good, fam.
- Okay.
Did you know Lorde started a Kickstarter to get you a penis enlargement? Anybody donate? No.
[Air horn blows.]
You got to [Static.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Emcee: You guys ready for Every Time I Die? [Cheers and applause.]
But first, all the way from Florida, deejay Wesley Pentz! Man: Yeah! [Cheering.]
[Quiet, slow techno plays.]
[Laughter.]
Man #2: Boo! Man #3: What the fuck! Boo! Man #4: Fucking play! Boo! Booooo! [Audience booing.]
[Bleep.]
you! [Bleep.]
you! Fuck you! [Audience booing and laughing.]
[Bleep.]
Boooo! You [bleep.]
suck! [Music continues, louder.]
Audience: [Chanting.]
Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Man #5: Hey, get off the stage! Boo! Thank you for, uh, for letting me play.
Thank you very much.
If you want any CDs, they'll be out in the in the parking lot later.
Thank you.
Shut up! [Metalcore music plays, indistinct singing.]
Keith: To that deejay before this, uh that [bleep.]
sucked really badly.
I can't pretend it didn't.
- Uh - That [bleep.]
sucked really badly.
We're Every Time I Die, from Buffalo, New York.
Thanks very much for being out here.
[Metalcore music plays, indistinct singing.]
[Music continues in distance.]
Oh, hey.
Do you want to buy a CD? Oh, is that the new Every Time I Die? No.
Uh, this is, uh I open for them.
This is some stuff I play and some original remixes in there.
Oh, are you in Snot Vomit? Uh no, before them.
Oh, are you in Rigor Morbid? Two before them.
What time did you go on? 4:00.
Oh.
Here.
It's on the house.
Oh.
Um No, thanks.
[Metalcore music plays.]
[Air horn blows.]
[Mid-tempo electronic music plays.]
[Music continues.]
Brian: All right, that's it.
Everyone out! Let's go.
You too, Ricki Lake.
Let's go! Michael Bay, get out of here, man.
Get out! Wake up! Wake up! Let's go! Thank you.
Out! Everyone, out! I like your suit, man.
That's a pretty good suit.
Get out.
Thank you.
- [Exhales.]
- [Door closes.]
- Yo, where's everybody going? - To wherever they came from.
Hey, ladies, get out! Get out! Hoochie, hoochie! Hoochie, hoochie! Get out! - Get out of here! - Ow! Uh, good night.
God! - Have a good one.
- [Door closes.]
- You're staying though, right? - I got to sleep, man.
I have a flight to Mexico City in the morning.
Yeah, where's, uh, Emery? She quit, like, two months ago.
I meant, uh, Amanda.
She's not gonna last either not after tonight.
How about Jasper? Go to sleep! Come on, man one drink.
- You're a [bleep.]
vampire.
- One drink.
I swear to God, one night, you were drunk, you tried to bite my dick, bro.
We're celebrating.
Come on.
Bite my dick, dude? I never bit your dick.
- [Door opens.]
- Come on! One [Door closes.]
Looks like it's just you and me, fam.
All right, but we're drinking.
[Hip-hop music plays.]
All right, movie star crush if I had to pick one That's a good question.
Easy.
Elsa.
Elsa from "Frozen" is your movie star fantasy? You're damn straight.
Sexiest of all the princesses.
You know, I had a dream that Elsa was riding a unicorn in a little ice bikini.
She was hot.
- Yo.
- [Music stops.]
You know what would be dope? - What? - If I got knighted.
Like, what? Knighted like, the queen of England, like, made me a knight, you know what I mean? With, like, the sword and the little hat and shit.
Why in the [bleep.]
would the queen of England make you - I got one of these, don't I? - So does Milli Vanilli.
Yeah, but look where I started selling CDs out of my car? Now look at me.
I'm looking.
A'ight.
Then listen.
- [Dance pop says.]
- Let it be so Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is someone to lean on I like this.
I remember this.
- Yeah, right? - I remember this.
This that song that Brian likes, the one he keeps on telling you to finish.
It's beautiful.
Those vocals incredible, but right now, the chorus is better than the song as I had it, right? And it's too slow to dance to, so what I did was sped it up, and I gave it, like, a reggaeton, like, dancehall vibe.
And I had them re-record the vocals.
Listen.
- [Slower, funkier.]
- Need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is someone to lean on Ahh, I like this shit! I'm not gonna lie I like this shit.
[High-pitched.]
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah [High-pitched.]
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah Yo, Dip, man, you onto something right here.
Yo, yo, yo! No, no! Don't [bleep.]
up my master! - The master? - Yeah.
- [Music stops.]
Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.
You mean to tell me that the only copy the only copy you got of this song is on this laptop? I just finished it today.
I left my hard drive in New York.
- Mother[bleep.]
, e-mail it! - No.
- What do you mean, "No"? - Hackers.
Who's hacking your e-mails? NASA.
NASA's hacking your e-mails? Yeah.
Remember that Snowden dude? Oh, you mean the NSA.
Yeah NASA.
Yo, I'm telling you, once this comes out [Music resumes.]
"Sir Diplo.
" You know the only Americans that they knight are actually movie stars? And, uh, to be honest, man, you can't act worth shit.
Yeah, well, what if somebody made a movie about me? - [Music stops.]
- Made a movie about a deejay? - Yeah, about, like, my life - Phhhht! and my struggles and, like One platinum plaque, and he thinks he's Taylor Swift.
Yo, they never made a movie about Taylor Swift.
Oh, yeah, they did.
- No, they didn't.
- Hell yeah, they did.
Like, a movie, like, in the movie theater? $123 million.
So I didn't see the mother[bleep.]
.
I mean you know, it's not like she's good.
Tell that shit to her eight Grammys.
Who gives a [bleep.]
about the Grammys? Yo, my grandparents watch the Grammys.
And she writes her own music and lyrics.
- So? - And you don't.
And she has way more followers than you.
God damn! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The difference is, like, astronomical.
And did you know that she donates money to a music school in Nashville? That's some Oprah shit.
[Computer whistles.]
Oh, hell no! You did not tweet, "Someone should make a Kickstarter to get Taylor Swift a booty.
" - [Cellphone thuds.]
- Who the [bleep.]
do you think you are? - Yo, listen.
- Oh, no.
If I was a pretty girl who could sing country, I would have this game locked.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
- You know why? - No, no, no, no, no.
'Cause I'm a producer.
- [Sighs.]
- It doesn't matter how pretty you are or how much you could sing.
If you don't have a producer who can mix it and make it a hit, you may as well just go, like, be on "American Idol.
" You got first-fame syndrome.
First-fame syndrome? What the [bleep.]
is that? You're high off your own myth.
I've never done meth! "Myth.
" "Th.
" And tell the truth you're from Florida.
Yo, that's not cool.
You know what I'm gonna have to do to you, man.
Besides chill out? I'm gonna have to put a curse on you, brother.
[Laughing.]
What? From now on, to whatever degree you feel your ego, may an equal amount of calamity befall you.
What's a calamity? Bad shit.
And what's "befall"? Like, like, like, bad shit gonna happen to you.
By "ego," like, what do you mean? Like Like, feeling yourself.
Like, any time you feel yourself, bad shit will happen to you.
Yo, whatever.
[Chuckles.]
All good.
In the meantime, me and my 1 million copies sold are gonna go get some rest.
- [Thud.]
- Aah! [Bleep.]
[Chuckles.]
[Air horn blows.]
[Air horn blows.]
If you hate a job, just don't do it.
[Air horn blows.]
You got to [Door opens.]
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho! Cover boy now.
Looking good! Looking goo [Handle rattles.]
What the Oh shit.
Oh, come on.
[Grunting.]
You got to Thank you for, uh, taking me in the private elevator.
Absolutely, Mr.
Diplo.
This actually happens more than you'd think.
- Oh, yeah? Wow.
- Mm-hmm.
I must say, I certainly don't mind the show.
- [Laughing.]
Oh.
Well - Yeah.
[Laughs.]
All six of them.
Oh, you know.
[Loud bang.]
Oh shit.
What happened? [Bleep.]
elevator! [Clicking.]
W-What does that mean? Uh, now the fire department has to show up, and those guys take forever.
You got to Hey.
Can I get a photo? Oh, yeah.
Of course.
[Camera clicks.]
You know, you're you're really cute in person.
Well [Splash.]
You got to cut this shit out.
- Nothing I can do.
- Bullshit! You're the one who threw the glitter me.
Yeah.
And you're the only one who can break the curse.
How? I wish you were Morgan Freeman.
You can't afford him.
What am I supposed to pay attention to every little thing I tweet now? You body-shamed a girl because she was more successful than you.
It was funny.
Come on.
Even Jasper thought so.
What the [bleep.]
does Jasper know, man? I tweet shit like that all the time.
Back then, was cool, man.
You were farting in the wind.
But now we're in a crowded elevator, man, and don't nobody want to smell that shit.
- It stink! - Pbbbbbt! Sorry, man, but you're not Kanye.
Kanye can shit in an elevator, and everybody be like, "Oh, my God.
Look what the [bleep.]
Kanye just produced.
" You you're just a deejay.
A deejay from Florida.
All right? I'm sorry you don't rap well enough to survive being an asshole, so we're gonna have to speed this process up.
[Sighs.]
A'ight.
I'm sorry.
Yay.
You gonna throw the glitter at me now? Bitch, don't tell me what to do with my glitter.
I [Air horn blows.]
[Air horn blows.]
Uh, if you want to be a great dresser, you got to get really dope clothes.
Like, clothes are, like, the key to being a good dresser.
[Air horn blows.]
I don't know like, personally, I don't really get Beyoncé.
I'm not gonna tweet that.
I'm not, like, suicidal, but [Hokey electronic music plays.]
Yo, the only thing worse than a bad deejay is a bad wedding deejay.
Yo, look up, dipshit.
Nobody's on the dance floor.
And look.
Look.
People are leaving.
They haven't even cut the cake yet.
Ooh.
Huh.
Look at how sad the bride is.
- Aw.
- Look, she wants to dance.
She just I can't let this happen.
Then don't.
Yeah, but if I go in there and everybody loves it, then Then a commensurate amount of shit gonna fall down on your head? What's a "commensurate"? Like, an equal level of Do you read anything other than tweets? Deejay: All right, y'all, this is another original remix! [Up-tempo electronic music plays.]
Unh-unh.
- Mind if I jump in? - Oh, snap! [Music stops.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
- 'Sup, fam? - [Feedback.]
[Conversations stop.]
This is a little something I've been working on.
I just put the finishing touches on it yesterday.
You're the first people in the world to hear it, but when I play it, I want everybody up on the dance floor.
["Lean On" plays.]
Do you recall that long ago We would walk on the sidewalk Innocent, remember All we did was care for each other But the night was warm We were bold and young All around, the wind blows We would only hold on to let go Blow a kiss, fire a gun We all need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun We all need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on [Instrumental break.]
All we need is somebody to lean on Lean on, lean on, lean on - Thank you so much for saving my wedding.
- Oh, you know I don't know what I did to deserve this, man, but I am so grateful.
Hey, it's like H Uh how about you pay me? Man, a sense of humor, too.
$100K is, like, serious friend rate.
I didn't pay that much for this whole place.
Uhh Well, maybe you should have gotten a better room.
Do you have another daughter who you love more? Listen, you little shithead.
Where I come from, we take care of hustlers.
You understand? Hey, everybody, let's give a huge round of thanks to our special guest tonight Diplo! [Cheers and applause.]
All right.
Listen, listen, everybody.
I-I need to get paid, so if everyone just writes me a check for like $2,500, it should probably cover it.
Come on, Granny.
Get out your checkbook.
I'm serious, people.
I-I don't ask you to work for free.
Like, you know, if you're poor, maybe like $1,000, like, if you have more money, like $3,000.
[Murmuring.]
L-Look, half of all marriages end in divorce anyway, right? It's not like it's that sacred.
[Crowd booing.]
[Glass shatters.]
Get the [bleep.]
out of here! You got it.
I can't believe I ever thought that you were cool.
[Booing continues.]
[Slurred.]
I'd still [bleep.]
him.
Jamar: Walk me through what you think just happened.
I saw the way they moved to it.
I was like "Damn.
" I mean this is bigger than me.
It's not even about me or how many followers I have.
I knew I had to save that song, no matter what calamity befalled me.
Mother[bleep.]
, you ruined a wedding.
Yeah to break the curse.
[Sighs.]
[Air horn blows.]
[Air horn blows.]
I don't know, I don't really respond with it that much.
Like, maybe if she used, like, a different filter or something, it'd be better.
Hefe's usually pretty dope.
[Air horn blows.]
I hope you enjoyed your stay, sir.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
I did.
- [Engine revving.]
- Big fan.
[Tires squeal, horn blares.]
["Lean On" plays.]
Hey, shithead! Get in! I see you've been busy with social media.
Oh.
Well I do love my daughter, you asshole! [Bleep.]
you, Dick-lo! Is this a story I want to hear? Nah.
- It's all good, fam.
- Okay.
Did you know Lorde started a Kickstarter to get you a penis enlargement? Anybody donate? No.
[Air horn blows.]
You got to [Static.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Emcee: You guys ready for Every Time I Die? [Cheers and applause.]
But first, all the way from Florida, deejay Wesley Pentz! Man: Yeah! [Cheering.]
[Quiet, slow techno plays.]
[Laughter.]
Man #2: Boo! Man #3: What the fuck! Boo! Man #4: Fucking play! Boo! Booooo! [Audience booing.]
[Bleep.]
you! [Bleep.]
you! Fuck you! [Audience booing and laughing.]
[Bleep.]
Boooo! You [bleep.]
suck! [Music continues, louder.]
Audience: [Chanting.]
Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Man #5: Hey, get off the stage! Boo! Thank you for, uh, for letting me play.
Thank you very much.
If you want any CDs, they'll be out in the in the parking lot later.
Thank you.
Shut up! [Metalcore music plays, indistinct singing.]
Keith: To that deejay before this, uh that [bleep.]
sucked really badly.
I can't pretend it didn't.