Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!
Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to rock?
Welcome to the famous Bourbon Room on the Sunset Strip:
Stacee Jan! And Arsenal!
Hey, Los Angeles!
This is a little song called "Paradise City."
Oh..
Just an urchin livin' under the street I'm a hard case that's tough to beat.
I'm your charity case. So buy me something to eat.
I'll pay you at another time.
Take it to the end of the line.
Take me down to the paradise city.
Where the grass is green. And the girls are pretty.
Take me home.
Yeah, yeah.
Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green.
Subtitles & Sync By FridayToker
Sister Christian. Oh, the time has come.
And you know that you're the only one To say.
OK
Where you going? What you looking for?
You know those boys. Don't want to play no more.
With you.
It's true.
Yeah.
You're motoring.
What's your price for ﬂight?
In finding Mr. Right.
You'll be all right tonight.
This must be just like livin' in paradise.
And I don't wanna go home.
This must be just like livin' in paradise.
And I don't wanna go home.
Hey, hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gin', you've been meant for this Since you were born.
Since she was born.
No problem now.
The coast is clear.
It's just the calm before the storm.
This must be just like livin' in paradise.
Paradise.
And I don't wanna go home.
Whoa.
Not a dime, I can't pay my rent.
I can barely make it through the week.
Saturday night I'd like to meet my girl.
But right now I can't make ends meet.
I'm always workin'. Slavin' every day.
Gotta get a break. From the same old same old.
I need a chance just to get away.
If you could hear me think. This is what I'd say.
Don't need nothin' but a good time.
How can I resist?
Ain't lookin' for nothin' But a good time.
And it don't get better than this.
Come on, sun. Up you get!
Whoa!
Ga to rehab!
Yo, Lanny, how came you never take out the trash?
I leave that to you. You're a musician, so it's important that you suffer.
I'm talentless, so suffering's wasted an me.
- When was the last time you suffered? - Six o'clock this evening...
when I got up for work.
Say I spend my money. On women and wine.
But I couldn't tell you where. I spent last night
I'm really sorry about the shape I'm in.
I just-a like my fun every now and then.
I'm always workin'. Slavin' every day.
Gotta get a break. From the same old same old.
I need a chance just to get away.
If you could hear me think. This is what I'd say.
Don't need nothin' but a good time.
How can I resist?
Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time.
And it don't get better than this.
Dennis! Dennis!
You see, I raise a toast to all of us.
Who are breakin' our backs every day.
If wantin' the good life is such a crime.
A- Lord, then put me away.
Here's to ya.
Ow!
Don't need nothin' but a good time. Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hey, baby, came an, give me a kiss.
- Drew! - Come on, give me a kiss! Hey!
Come on! Drew!
Get him cut! Come on.
- I've had enough of this! Tell Dennis I quit! - Beth! Come on!
L1' w'n ' in paradise.
And I don't wanna go home
I love her, man! Come on!
You're all gonna go to hell!
Hey.
- Where you from? - Oklahoma.
Well, welcome to Hollywood.
- Thanks. - Give me that!
- Let go! Come on! Let me have it! - No! No!
Hey! Give me it!
Stop it! Leave her alone!
Wait! Oh, stop! Please! Somebody!
Ugh... No. No. No.
Are you okay?
Shit.
- Did he take your money? - He tank my records.
Oh, my God.
Look, I'm sorry this happened. It sucks.
I'm Drew.
Sherrie.
"The Bourbon Roam"?
- You work at The Bourbon Room? - Yeah. I'm a barback.
One of these days, my name's gonna be up there.
- You're in a band? - I'm a singer.
Get cut! Me tan.
Oh, my God. The Bourbon Room. I have, like, 10 albums that were recorded there.
More like "had"?
Had.
Yep.
Well, thank you.
Thanks.
Again.
Don't go in there, it's filth!
Hey. Don't join them!
Do you need ajab? I could talk to Dennis Dupree, my bass.
Pray you'll be saved!
Are you serious?
Just whatever you do, don't tell him you're a singer.
Jimmy!
I told you 10,000 times. Girls drink free, dudes pay full freight.
They are dudes.
Look, I haven't charged a girl since '13.
For a minute, I thought that Kate Jackson from Charlie's Angels...
had walked into my club. More like Michael Jackson.
- Doesn't he lack pale to you? - He does a bit.
Dennis! Meet Sherrie. She needs a job, man.
No, I don't think so. She's a singer.
No, she just came in from out of town.
Oh, okay, now, if I may.
- You sang in the church chair every Sunday. - Lutheran.
Senior year, you had the third lead in your high school musical.
Sound of Music. And then somebody...
your adorable Aunt Betty, told you you had real talent.
It was actually my Aunt Doris. Uh-huh.
And like a flaming dipshit you believed her, dumped yourjock boyfriend...
ditched town and moved to Hollywood to have a crack at fame and fortune.
Am I missing anything?
L...
Yeah, okay.
Actually, my boyfriend wasn't really athletic.
And look. I'm a waitress.
Come on. She's practically got mike burns on her lips.
I'm not interested, sweetheart. I need you two to get back to work.
- Please, Mr. Dupree. I'm a hard worker. - You seem like a really nice kid.
I just got mugged...
I have $17 to my name and I'm probably gonna be starving in the next 48 hours.
- And Beth just quit. - Beth just quit?
Okay, fine. You're hired.
Oh, my God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
What are you thanking me for? I ruined your life. You start training tomorrow.
This place is turning into a war zone. It's Arsenal's last show.
Arsenal? Oh, my God, I love Stacee Jaxx.
It's your lucky day. He's going sale.
Hey, want to go celebrate? I'm coming up onmy break.
Yeah. Sure.
A year Hga...
A year ago, people asked whose campaign...
I would throw my financial support behind...
and I knew there was only one man onthe ticket...
that could restore the city to its original glory.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mayor Mike Whitmore.
Thank you. Couldn't have done it without you, Doug.
Ahh.
Thank you, Les Angeles.
You know, Doug Flintlock here...
well, he just leaned into my ear and he said:
"Mike, I have kids. Teenagers."
And these days, I'm scared for them.
"We need to clean up this city."
Well, I can tell you that...
I, for one, am not scared for our city's children.
And that's because I have a secret weapon.
My rack.
My soul mate.
And the best darn wife any man could hope to have.
Please welcome my wife:
The beautiful Patricia Whitmore!
Oh.
Come on up here, Patty-cake!
We did it!
Oh. Thank you.
Today, the city of Los Angeles gets a twofer!
Not only the best mayor this city has ever had...
but also me.
A mother.
So tomorrow, as part of my "Clean Up The Strip" initiative...
we start to make this city safe again for our young people.
She lacks familiar to me, this woman. She lacks eerily familiar.
You've probably popped something an your ass that resembles her.
I shouldn't have thought so. That's all cleared up nicely, thank you very much.
Rock 'n' roll is a disease. But it is a disease with a cure.
You don't know her.
Man, back then, her husband, Mayor Whitmore...
used to be one of my best customers.
Wow. New lack at him.
Married to a woman who lacks like she's been hibernating...
in Margaret Thatcher's bumhale.
Ofi our streets and knock the sucker back...
What happens to people?
Don't know, Den.
Suppose they get corrupted and seduced by the Man...
get old and bitter and run for mayor.
Or they run a club, live the rack 'n' roll dream...
and get old and bitter that way. Here's to rack 'n' roll.
Ta rack 'n' roll.
And let's reclaim the Strip for the God-fearing citizens of Los Angelesi
I cannot believe that I'm working at The Bourbon.
Thank you so much.
Don't even mention it.
Oh, my God. Arsenal Live at The Bourbon.
- Hands dawn, favourite record ever. - Me tan.
I would've killed to be at that concert. That record really changed my life.
I decided if I couldn't see Stacee Jaxx...
I was gonna be Stacee Jaxx.
Bought a beat-up six string.
In a second hand store.
Didn't know how to play it.
But I knew for sure.
That one guitar.
Felt good in my hands.
Didn't take long.
To understand.
Just one guitar.
Slung way down low.
Was a one-way ticket.
Only one way to go.
- So I started rockin. - Rockin'.
Ain't never gonna stop No.
- Gotta keep on rockin. - Rockin'.
Someday I'm gonna make it to the top And sing
I love rock 'n' roll.
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n' roll.
So come and take your time And dance with me.
In a town with no name.
In a heavy downpour.
Thought I passed my own shadow.
By the backstage door.
Like a trip through the past.
To that day in the rain.
And that one guitar.
Made my whole life change.
And we'll be mow'n' on and sin'gin' That same old song.
Yeah, with me 'ngin'.
And be a jukebox hero.
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I'm a jukebox hero.
So come and take your time And dance with me.
Just-a one guitar Jukebox hero.
Got stars in my eyes.
- I'm just a jukebox hero. - Ah, ah, ah.
Jukebox hero Stars, stars
I love rock 'n' roll.
Jukebox hero Stars, stars.
So come and take your time And dance with me.
DREW & SHERRIE Stars in our eyes
I love rock 'n' roll.
Whoa.
SHERRIE Whew.
The problem is, I think I'll only ever be good onajukebax.
What do you mean?
I get stage fright.
You've gotta be kidding me.
No.
You've gotta breathe.
I think I got that part dawn.
No, I'm serious, you've gotta breathe. Like, takes away the nerves.
Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Do it a couple times. You'll be fine.
Maybe you should help me practice.
Are you asking me out ona date?
Yeah.
Then yes.
Coal.
Okay, well, I should probably check into my motel and grab my stuff, 50...
Gotta get back to work.
- Okay, well, bye. Oh. - Bye.
Bye. Oh. Ha-ha.
Surf!...
Well, good night.
See you tomorrow, Mrs. Whitmore.
Mr. Whitmore. Call me.
Mm.
- Mike? - Mm.
- Why so jumpy? - Oh.
Well, it's just that Doug Flintlock.
He wants the Strip, Patty-cake, and we have to deliver.
Of course we will, sweetheart.
H aw?
- We'll go after the head of the snake. - Och.
- The Bourbon. - Oh, right.
If we cut off the head, the Strip will die.
The Bourbon could be a Benetton by the end of the month.
New listen: Me and the ladies are going after all the church groups...
ta make this happen.
We're even talking to the Health Department.
We should review all their paperwork for violations.
Oh, trust me...
if we find so much as a hair in a cocktail alive...
we're shutting them dawn.
Hey, bass, we found some hairs in the cocktail olives again.
Then rinse them off.
Okay.
No!
Nobody puts Donkey in the corner!
- That game's tan bloody surreal anyway. - Ugh!
Dennis, did you just sigh audibly? Why?
Taxes. They're so un-rack 'n' roll.
Cheer up, mate. You still got the twisted sisters of piety outside...
all flustered and worked up, so we must be doing something right, eh?
Well, at least we have the Arsenal show coming up.
But that means our whale existence is riding onStacee Jaxx.
Stacee Jaxx, the mast unreliable man in the music industry?
A man who blew off the halftime show at the Super Bowl...
ta attend a satanic ritual to sew up Debbie Harry's vagina?
Please stop.
- The Satanists wouldn't even do that. - You're not helping.
Why would the devil close vaginae'? No one's qualified to do that.
Hand me the phone.
Let's do a telethon, because this might work better than your Stacee Jaxx idea.
Shut it!
I'm calling Stacee's manager, Paul Gill.
Ahem. Speak. Hello, Paul? It's Dennis Dupree.
Dennis. What's up, brother man?
Oh, I was just calling to check in and see if we're still onfor Friday.
Of course we are. Arsenal's last show.
We're kicking off Stacee's solo press tour there.
Rolling Stone just confirmed.
They would like to interview him onthe premises, okay?
- What did he say? - He told me to turn off the radio.
- Sn turn it off. - The radio in his head!
- Calm dawn! - Oh, God.
Paul?
- Paul? - Oh, crap. Yeah, sorry, man.
Yeah. Is Stacee okay?
Stacee?
He's fantastic. I'm lacking at him right now. He's waving hello.
Yes, I'm talking to Dennis. Oh-ha. He just flipped me off.
Same old Stacee. Right? Okay, I gotta dash.
I'll talk to you Friday, babe, okay?
Put something an, man.
Banzai.
Jesus.
Stacee?
I didn't know you had a twin.
I don't.
Stacee.
You need to go onstage, man.
I am onstage, Paul.
Shit.
Take a good lack, ladies.
Take a hard...
gaad, lung...
hard...
look.
This man, this man is responsible for so much filth.
He's Satan. She is an extraordinary woman.
Such a beacon of courage.
He's like a machine that spews out three things:
Sex... Oh!
Hateful music... Oh.
And...
sex.
Can you came take some dictation for me in the parish office, Ms. Hoyt?
Of course, sir.
My sun ate the head of my neighbor's horse because of Stacee Jaxx.
Ugh. Well, his filthy little hateful music...
sex ride is over.
Gotta stop! Yes.
And we're the ones who are gonna do it.
Well, you're a real tough cookie With a long history.
Of breaking little hearts Like the one in me.
That's okay Let's see how you do it.
Put up your dukes Let's get down to it.
Hit me with your best shot.
Why don't you hit me With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot.
Fire away.
You come on with a come-on.
You don't fight fair.
That's okay See if I care.
Knock me down It's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again.
Hit me with your best shot.
Why don't you hit me With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot.
Fire away.
Paw! Paw!
POW!
Well, you're a real tough cookie With a long history.
Of breaking little hearts Like the one in me.
Before I put another notch In my lipstick case.
You better make sure You put me in my place.
Hit me with your best shot.
Come on! Hit me with your best shot.
Fire away.
Hit me with your best shot.
Why don't you hit me With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot.
Fire away.
Han!
- Ai! Jesus. - No, Chico. Jesus is my brother.
Oye, Dennis told me to tell you to come in early tomorrow.
Yeah, sure. Whatever, man.
I need to go get ready. I have a big date tonight with Sherrie. Wish me luck.
Yeah, whatever that means. Okay, bye.
So long
I've been looking too hard I've been waiting too long.
Sometimes I don't know What I will find
I only know it's a matter of time.
When you love someone.
It feels so right So warm and true
I need to know if you feel it too.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Won't you tell me If I'm coming on too strong?
This heart of mine has been hurt before.
This time I wanna be sure.
Hey, girl.
I've been wa:'tin' for a girl like you.
To come into my life.
I've been wa:'tin' for a girl like you.
A love that will survive
I've been wa:'tin' for someone new.
To make me feel alive.
Yeah, wa:'tin' for a girl like you.
To come into my life.
- Won't you come into my life? - Won't you come into my life?
Wow. It's like a giant velvet blanket covered in diamonds.
Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it?
Yeah, it's a little different than Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Sn, what did your mam think about the big move to L.A.?
She thought it was stupid.
My dad just totally didn't get it.
His advice:
"You're gonna fail anyway, so why not fail closer to home?"
Okay. Total optimist.
What about your folks? What did they think of the big move?
Um...
Not a whole lot really.
I was raised by my grandma.
Yeah, she, by the way, was all for me getting out of Oklahoma.
- Really? - Mm.
Yeah, she said to me: "Haney, there ain't nothing for you here...
and the last thing that I want you to do is wind up stuck here like me."
Man, I adore her.
You're a nice guy, aren't you?
I try to be.
Why?
She wanted to know.
Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm actually here.
I'm so hﬂPPY...
There's nowhere on earth That I'd rather be.
Than holding you tenderly.
- I've been wa:'tin' for a girl like you. - I've been wa:'tin' for a boy like you.
- To come into my life. - To come into my life.
- I've been wa:'tin' for a girl like you. - I've been wa:'tin' for a boy like you.
- A love that will survive. - A love that will survive.
- I've been waitin' - I've been waitin'.
- For someone new. - For someone new.
- To make me feel alive. - To make me feel alive.
- Yeah, wa:'tin' for a girl like you. - Yeah, wa:'tin' for a boy like you.
- To come into my. - To come into my.
- Life. - Life.
Wait.
- What? - You're gonna sing me a sang.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, I can't.
Sherrie.
You are gonna sing whether you like it or not.
- Now, breathe! - Hey.
Don't be nervous.
Okay, uh...
This is something I kind of started working onafter we met last night.
Just a small-town girl.
Livin' in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train gain' Anywhere.
A singer in a smoky room.
The smell of wine and cheap perfume.
For a smile they can share the night.
And it goes on and on and on.
Heh. I love it.
It's so beautiful. I can't believe you wrote that. It's amazing.
There you go!
Come on! No, no, no.
You have to go back to work.
Oh, like, now. Okay.
Right, right. Yep. You got that?
God hates rack 'n' roll!
Ga back to church! Get off the Strip already!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
- Shit. Our apenerjust dropped cut. - Concrete Ballz?
- In rehab. There are six. - Bath of them?
- Jesus, that band's got a lot of balls. - Betty Ford has a group rate.
- Think they'll do therapy in pairs? - Knack it off.
Look, we have to find an opener in the next two hours.
Don't stress, man. We'll work this out together.
- What about you? - Yeah, right.
- Why not? - Not gonna happen.
- Are you kidding me? - Sherrie!
What about Drew?
Drool are very expensive.
Not Drool. Drew.
What?
Drew? That Drew? Our Drew?
He's better than Concrete Ballz. Goad paint.
- Concrete Ballz are very heavy. - And he'll do it for free.
Baby, baby, baby.
Come on, nobody cares about the opening act anyway.
- No of fence. - None taken.
Dennis, came an. What do you say?
Okay.
Call your band.
Guys! Guys! We're opening up for Arsenal.
Doesn't anyone just wanna work in the bar industry any more?
Dennis. Thank you. You're welcome.
- We're gonna blow you away. - You're gonna blow me, all right.
Three songs. No covers. I need you guys to be amazing tonight so start drinking...
I"I(3\I\f.
- I love you- - Shh!
Just go up there and kill it. You're gonna be amazing. Ga!
Ga! Ga.
Ga an!
Well, kiss him goodbye.
What do you mean'?
The spotlight doesn't just light them up.
It makes us disappear.
You'll see.
Sayin' "I love you."
Is not the words I want to hear from you.
It's not that I want you.
Not to say, but if you only knew.
How easy.
It would be to show me how you feel.
More than words.
Is all you'd have to do.
To make it real.
Then you wouldn't have to say.
That you love me.
'Cause I'd already know.
Hey, I'm gonna take my break. Okay.
How I love the way you move.
And the sparkle in your eyes.
There's a colour deep inside them.
Like a blue suburban sky
I don't need to be the king of the world.
As long as I'm the hero.
- Of this little girl. - Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah.
- Heaven isn't too far away. - Heaven isn't too far away.
- Closer to it every day. - Closer to it every day.
No matter what your friends say.
- I know we're gonna find a way. - More than words.
- Is all you have to do to make it real. - You have to do to make it real.
- Then you wouldn't have to say. - Then you wouldn't have to say.
- Heaven isn't too far away. - Heaven isn't too far away.
Heaven isn't too far away.
More than words.
Yeah, heaven isn't too far away.
More than words.
'Cause I'd already.
Know.
"Sayin' " I love you.
You beautiful bastard.
Stacee!
Everybody, listen up!
This place is about to became a sea of sweat, ear-shattering music and puke.
Sc let's get moving.
Paul! Ha-ha.
You're early.
Actually, I told him the gig was last night, so technically he's a day late. Don't tell him.
Work, work, work.
Yes, you're an the air.
Hey, Stacee, you made it.
Hey Man.
Yeah. Hey, man.
No, this...
is Hey Man.
Oh. Uh...
Right.
Hey Man.
Whoa! Whoa!
Thank you so much for doing this...
You and me.
Uh-huh.
You and me.
We're sale survivors.
Even the cockroaches got burned by the fallout, but not us.
It's great to see your face-bane again.
- New let's burn this place to the ground. - Yes.
Right an, brother. Rack 'n' roll.
No. When I'm dune, we literally need to burn this place to the ground.
Otherwise the fire phoenix gets trapped.
Yes, I suppose so.
Ha-ha. It's a joke. I'm kidding, man.
I mean, of course, you're not really gonna burn the place down to the ground, right?
No.
You can't trap a fire phoenix.
I mean, that'd be crazy, right?
It would be. Yeah.
I mean, seriously...
tonight, I am gonna light this place on fire...
far you...
my rack 'n' roll brother.
Uhn. Sherrie!
Here we go.
Hey, Stacee. I got someone I'd like you to meet, man.
This is Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.
Stace?
You in there, man? Ha-ha-ha.
Say, superstar, rise and shine.
Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.
Stones.
- Goad. - The Rolling Stones?
Where's Mick?
No. The magazine.
She's a reporter.
She's here to do the big story about you going sale, brother.
- Paul, I- - Okay.
- Look, Paul, I- - Hey, hey.
Be yourself.
Superstar, right? Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna leave you two alone, go return some phone calls.
Play nice!
Okay.
- Five minutes. - Fi-?
Oh, God. Okay.
Five minutes and go.
Okay. Stacee Jaxx, back at The Bourbon...
No, no, no. No.
Now go.
Uh- At The Bourbon, where it all started.
Your first album Stick Meat gave birth to some of rock's greatest anthems.
And new a solo career. Why now?
Well, ahem...
I think...
I think due to the changing nature of the music industry...
the change in cultural trends...
and when you think of blah-blah-blah and blah-blah-blah.
You make sure that you wanna take in blah-blah-blah. Ha-ha.
- Okay. - Four minutes.
You know, some people have said that you've became quite difficult to work with.
That you're constantly late, you're reclusive, sometimes even nonsensical.
I wanna ask you this:
Have these people even met themselves?
Well, I'm talking about your band.
Let me tell you something.
I know me better than anyone...
because I live in here.
- Eight minutes. - You just said four.
- Three. - But it...
Do you think that it's possible...
that you've shut out or alienated so many people...
that you had no other option but to go solo?
You gotta be true to the muse. Hey Man.
Scotch me, little buddy.
And who is your muse? Ahem.
Right.
Fine.
- Barn Steven Jackson in Detroit, Michigan. - Are we cut?
Raised by a single mam, Doris, new deceased.
Dropped out of Woodrow Wilson High in 11th grade.
Your first concert was Aerasmith.
When you were 11, you hitch-hiked to L.A. With your high school sweetheart.
Time.
You know, you're not so weird.
You're just another lonely man with many regrets.
I said time. You can go now.
Final question.
What happens when you realize you can't get rid of Stacee Jaxx?
You have no idea what it's like to be me.
Well, then here's your chance.
What's it like to be the Stacee Jaxx?
KS all the same.
Only the names will change.
Every day it seems we're wastin' away.
Another place.
Where the faces are so cold
I drive all night just to get back home
I'm a cowboy.
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wan ted.
Dead or alive.
Wan ted.
Dead or alive.
Sometimes I sleep.
Sometimes it's not for days.
The people I meet.
Always go their separate ways.
Sometimes you tell the day.
By the bottle that you drink.
And times when you're alone.
All you do is think.
Dalai Lama.
I'm a cowboy.
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wan ted.
Wanted.
Dead or alive.
Wan ted.
Wanted.
Dead or alive.
Stacee! Stacee! Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!
Oh, and I ride.
Oh, when I walk these streets.
A loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps.
'Cause I might not make it back
I've been everywhere.
Still standing tall
I've seen a million faces.
And I've rocked them all
I'm a cowboy.
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wan ted.
Wan ted.
Dead or alive.
Well, I'm a cowboy
I got the night on my side
I'm wan ted.
Wan ted.
Dead or alive.
And I ride.
Dead or alive
I still drive
I still drive.
- Dead or alive. - Dead or alive
I'm Stacee.
Sherrie.
When my hamster died...
your music really helped me through.
You have such a perky...
heart.
Thank you.
Do me a favour.
Sure.
There's a cut-glass bottle of Scotch in the limo.
Bring it to my dressing roam?
Right away.
Now, Patricia, this is the third night in a raw that you've been here.
- Why so passionate? - Well, Mitch, this has to end.
We're calling on anyone with children to join forces with us...
and show up here every night...
until the doors of these places are closed for good.
Stacee Jaxx can wreck his awn life.
But when it comes to raping...
the ears of our children with this poison...
we have to fight! Well, they...
Rack 'n' roll is the only freedom we have.
Stacee Jaxx is God!
Rock 'n ' roll forever! Waah!
Sniff the mike. Whoa!
I'm walking here! Whoa!
Okay, great interview. I hope you got everything.
- You're not a cowboy. - Why don't you tell me what I am?
- You're a man-child stuck in a rut. - I love it when you talk dirty.
You used to be great. But whatever made you that way, it's gone.
That's right. Give it to me rough.
You're another rocker asleep at the wheel...
singing songs you wrote 10 years ago. Okay, lady.
As long as you've got this manager keeping you an the road...
and doping you up with girls and booze and million-dollar record deals...
he's gonna keep you asleep and drive your career off a cliff.
- Line crossed. Let's go, sweetheart. - Don't touch me.
You used to write great songs. Where are they now?
You know what? I'm calling your editor. Close friend of mine, by the way.
Rolling Stone magazine. Jann Wenner's office.
Get cut.
My wards exactly. This interview is over.
No, no, no. Not her.
You.
All of you.
Copy that. Everybody cut.
You know, I think you get this sense of entitlement...
due to the fact that you're a rack god.
But it's not real.
It's not love.
No.
It's not love.
Then what is it?
Off the record?
Sex.
And other people's projections of what they want me to be.
Of what you and all your readers want me to be.
Sex.
And it keeps me from going cut...
and getting the one thing that could save me.
But I can't have that now.
I'm a slove to rack 'n' roll.
I am searching for the perfect sang...
the perfect sound that will make you wanna live forever.
Like I said:
I know me better than anyone because I live in here.
And no one else can.
I can.
I gotta take a little time.
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines.
In case I need it when I'm older.
Ooh, ahh, ahh.
In my life.
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know.
If! Can face it again.
Can't stop now I've traveled so far.
To change this lonely life.
- I wanna know what love is. - I wanna know what love is.
- I want you to show me. - I want you to show me.
- I wanna feel what love is. - I wanna feel what love is.
- I know you can show me. - I know you can show me
I'm gonna take a little time.
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide.
It looks like love has finally found me.
In my life.
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know.
If! Can face it again
I can't stop now.
Hey, man, have you seen Sherrie? Blan-?
Drew? Hey, Drew, showtime.
Come on. Stop fannying around.
Let's talk about love
I wanna know what love is.
Love that you feel inside
I want you to show me
I'm feelin'so much love
I wanna feel what love is.
No.
You just cannot hide
I know you can show me.
Yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna know what love is.
Let's talk about love
I want you to show me
I wanna feel it too.
- I wanna feel what love is. - I wanna feel it too.
And I know, and I know.
- I want you to show me. - And I know, and I know.
And I know.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
That...
can be an the record.
Oh, my God.
This was a mistake.
Wait.
Hey, wait.
Can't wait to see the article.
Oh. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
- I didn't mean to do that. - It's okay.
Just leave it.
Please.
Quieten down, please, you hot fecund soup of estrogen and testosterone.
I need you to manage your expectations...
and please welcome to the stage for their debut here at The Bourbon Rooms...
the brilliant...
Bring an the rack!
Drew. What's the name of your band, mate?
Wolfgang Van Cult.
Come on, Arsenal, let's go!
- And you're sticking with that, are you? - Yeah.
Come on!
Please welcome to the stage the very pearly titled...
Wolfgang Van Colt!
- Van Cult! - It's not an improvement.
Wolfgang Van Cult.
I can't believe that just happened.
Thank you. Thanks.
No, no, no. Thank you.
Come on!
Psst. Drew.
D rew.
Ladies and gentlemen...
please resurrect your enthusiasm...
one final time for...
Wolfgang Von Colt!
Drew! Oi, Drew!
We want Arsenal!
I wanna rack!
I said:
I wanna rock.
Rock
I wanna rock.
Rock.
- I want to rock. - Rock.
Tum it down, you say.
All I gotta say to you Is time and time again
I say no on, no, no, no, no, no.
Tell me not to play.
All I gotta say to you When you tell me not to play
I say no on, no, no, no, no, no.
So if you ask me why I like the way I play it.
There's only one thing I can say to you.
I wanna rock Rock.
Ga, Drew! You rack!
I wanna rock Rock.
I want to rock Rock.
Oh, yeah.
I wanna rock Rock!
I want to rock.
Yeah!
Spring break!
I wanna rock.
Rock, rock. Rock, rock
I wanna rock.
Rock, rock. Rock, rock
I want to rock.
Go, Drew!
Whoa! Drew, baby, that was unbelievable! You were amazing, they totally loved you.
The crowd was totally an their feet. They loved it.
D rew?
D rew.
Can I help you?
What's wrung?
Why are you mad at me?
I'm not mad.
I'm celebrating a great gig.
Okay. Well, can you at least lack at me?
Why should I?
Huh?
I don't need you.
There are hundreds of "yous" out there. And tonight?
They were all lacking at me.
The spotlight.
She was right.
Tell Dennis I quit.
Sherrie!
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Hey. Paul Gill.
I'm Stacee Jaxx's manager.
- You were fantastic tonight, man. - Thank you, man. Thank you.
Let her go.
Let me ask you something:
What do Keith Richards, Jimmy Page...
and Stacee Jaxx all have in common?
Broken hearts and very, very long careers.
Now, you want love? Ga after her.
You might even find it.
But I can guarantee you something much more rare...
and a lot more fun, man.
Stacee Jaxx and Arsenal!
What is that?
Fame.
Love is like a bomb.
Bomb.
Love is like a bomb.
Huh! Hey!
Huh! Hey-hey!
Huh! Hey!
Huh!
Love is like a bomb, baby Come and get it on.
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone.
Lookin' like a tramp Like a video vamp.
Demolition woman Can I be your man?
Be your man.
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a ﬂash a little light.
Television lover, baby, go all night.
Sometime, any time, sugar me sweet.
Little Miss-a Innocent, sugar me.
Yeah.
C 'mon.
Take a bottle.
Shake it up.
Break the bubble.
Break it up.
Pour some sugar on me.
In the name of love.
Pour some sugar on me.
C'mon, fire me up.
Pour your sugar on me
I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet.
Sherrie quit.
And I quit tan!
Okay.
Why is everybody quitting today?
Who cares? This is the greatest night of my life!
You got the peaches I got the cream.
Sweet to taste Saccharine.
'Cause I'm hot, say what Sticky sweet.
From my head My head to my feet.
Do you take sugar.
One lump or two.
Take a bottle Take a bottle.
Shake it up Shake it up.
Break the bubble. Break it up.
Pour some sugar on me.
Ooh In the name of love.
Hey, man.
Did you give my offer some thought?
C'mon, fire me up.
Pour your sugar on me.
We got a deal.
Pour some sugar on me.
Ha-ha. That's my man!
Pour some sugar on me.
Get it Come get it.
Pour your sugar on me.
Ooh.
Pour some sugar on me.
Sugar me.
Thirty-one thousand, two hundred and three dollars.
Crisis overted.
Thank you, Stacee Jaxx.
And Stacee Jaxx thanks you.
- Well, hello, Paul. - Well, hello, Dennis. Lanny.
Now, hold an just a second.
We got 90 percent of the house, 20 percent of the bar...
100 percent of the merch.
That means that Stacee's take works out to about...
Wait, wait, wait. "Stacee's take"?
Hold an. Add a zero. Add three.
Thirty-one thousand, two hundred and nine. Correct?
- Yeah. - Crap.
Crap. We got a problem.
- What problem? - Well, you awe me six bucks.
Ha-ha-ha. But screw it. Keep it. I get fussy about singles anyway.
Paul, you told me this was a freebie.
Stacee Jaxx does not take a dump for free. He tank a huge pay cut an this.
You are cutting my throat here!
Don't be so pessimistic. Stacee just put you guys back an the map!
No, no. I put him an the map.
I beg your pardon.
I gave him his first gig.
And I gave him his first million.
Anyway. Awesome doing business with you, ciao!
Didn't know Paul spoke Italian.
Cryin' on the corner Wa:'tin' in the rain.
I swear I'M never, ever wai t again.
You gave me your word.
But words for you are lies.
Darlin', in my wildest dreams
I never thought I'd go.
But it's time to let you know
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna tum and leave you here.
AH of my life I've been wa:'tin' in the rain
I've been waiting for a feeling That never, ever came.
It feels so close.
But always disappears.
Oh, oh, oh.
Mm, mm, ah, ah Oh.
Darlin', in your wildest dreams.
You never had a clue.
But it's time you got the news
I'm gonna harden my heart.
Harden your heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears.
Swallow your tears, girl.
- I'm gonna tum. - Tum.
- And leave you here. - Leave you here.
Oh, like a candle.
Cognac, brandy.
- Oh, no, I don't mix my drinks. - No, no, no.
This is Cognac.
She's getting you a brandy. Here you go, Justice.
- Thank you. - New you drink up and dry off.
But remember:
This is just a rest stop.
I need a job.
Do you dance?
You got the best of me
I'm a better singer.
I don't need a singer.
And you're a pretty girl. You wanna make some real money, you gotta dance.
You also have to be tough too. And you don't look too tough to me.
I'm tough.
It's not right for everyone, honey.
Hey there.
I can wait tables. I'm good.
Are you sure?
You're bringin' on the heartache Can't you see.
Okay. You start tomorrow.
"You said, " Oh, girl KS a cold world.
When you keep it all to yourself'.
"I said, " You can't hide On the inside.
All the pain you've ever felt"
You better ransom your heart And, baby, don't look back.
'Cause we got nobody else.
We're running with the shadows Of the night.
So, baby, take my hand It'll be all right.
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight.
They'll come true in the end
I'm gonna harden my heart.
Harden your heart, girl I'm gonna swallow my tears.
Swallow your tears
I'm gonna tum and leave you.
Darlin', in my wildest dreams
I never thought I'd go.
But it's time to let you know.
Oh, I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna tum and leave you here.
Whitty.
What if I told you The Bourbon Room hadn't paid taxes in over a year?
- Why do you ask? - Because it's true.
They're brake. I am so excited.
I'm gonna call the press.
- Patty-cakes? - Mm-hm.
I think this whale "Cleaning up the Strip" thing...
is gonna be great for the city and for us.
But you seem to have this issue with Stacee Jaxx.
I mean, it seems to be really intense.
Well...
- The short answer? - Mm-hm.
When I was a naive undergrad at UCLA, I had a room-mate.
- Let's just call her Vivian. - Oh.
One night she was partying innocently at The Bourbon Room...
when that two-headed monster spotted her...
and lured her into his suite at the Park Hyatt.
For the first time...
she felt like a woman.
Sure, a handcuffed woman covered in Coal Whip and Wild Turkey, but still...
3 WOMEN.
Yeah. A woman.
Well, you can guess what happened next.
His tour bus left L.A., taking Stacee Jaxx with it.
And I swore in her honour...
that I would see him...
and his sick satanic legacy gone for good.
That's the short answer?
Yeah.
I don't know where I'm going.
But I sure know where I've been.
Hanging on the promises In the songs of yesterday.
And I've made up my mind
lain't wasting no more time.
But here I go again.
Here I go again.
Though I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for.
Oh, Lord, I pray You give me strength to carry on.
'Cause I know what it means.
To walk along the lonely street of dreams.
And here I go again on my own.
Going down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.
And I've made up my mind
lain't wasting no more time
I'm just another heart in need of rescue.
Waitin' on love's sweet charity.
And I'm gonna hold on For the rest of my days.
'Cause I know what it means.
To walk along the lonely street of dreams.
And here I go again on my own.
Going down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.
And I've made up my mind
lain't wasting no more time.
But here I go again.
Oh, here I go.
Here I go again.
Here I go.
Here I go again.
Here I go Here {go.
Here I go.
Hey. Come on, big fella. We can sort this cut.
What part of "We're screwed" don't you understand?
What part of "Rack 'n' roll is forever" don't you understand?
This monument to decadence...
can't be brought dawn by a few plastic bureaucrats in bowler hats.
It's eternal.
I just feel like I've let everyone dawn.
Not everyone.
What do you mean?
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it ﬂow.
What started out as friendship Has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength To let it show
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.
You're not fucking with me, are you?
I said there is no reason for my fear.
This is a dream came true.
'Cause I feel so secure When we're together.
You give my life direction.
You make everything so clear.
And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window.
On a cold, dark winter's night.
- And I'm getting closer. - And I'm getting closer.
- Than I ever thought I might. - Than I ever thought I might.
- And I can't fight this feeling any more. - And I can't fight this feeling any more.
- I've forgotten what I started fighting for. - I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore.
And throw away the oars forever.
- 'Cause I can't fight this feeling any more. - 'Cause I can't fight this feeling any more.
- I've forgotten what I started fighting for. - I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
- And if I have to crawl upon the ﬂoor. - And if I have to crawl upon the ﬂoor.
Come crashing through your door.
- Baby, I can't fight this feelin' any more. - Baby, I can't fight this feelin' any more.
Hey, bass.
What is it, Chico?
The beer guy is here. Tell him I'm busy.
Busy falling in love.
Let's go, Danny, Hey, you okay?
Oh, that? Don't sweat him. That's just my ex, Danny.
Anyway, how you holding up, baby?
I'd say men are pigs but that'd be totally unfair to pigs, 50...
I gave up a long time ago trying make men respectable.
There's only one place you're gonna get respect in this joint.
You got to take that stage over there.
That stage is a pedestal.
And when you're up there, you're untouchable.
And when you're up there, you can have it...
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Take Destiny.
She loves to laugh She loves to sing.
She does everything.
And Sapphire.
She loves to move She loves to groove.
She loves the lovin' things.
All night.
Oh, every night.
There's one motto here.
So hold fight.
Hold fight Baby, hold fight.
When it comes to the customer...
She said, "Any way you want it That's the way you need it."
Any way you want it"
She said, "Any way you want it That's the way you need it."
Any way you want it"
Gentlemen, I bring you your next star.
Paul, you know I love you, but it's a pass.
Shh.
Rack is dead, but the pap thing's hat.
Hold on.
Does he rap?
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Any way.
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Oh, she said, "Any way you want it That's the way you need it."
Any way you want it"
- Any way you want it. - That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Any WHY.
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Any WHY.
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Any WHY.
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
SHERRIE Any way.
Any way you want it That's the way you need it.
Any way you want it.
Oh, she said, "Any way you want it That's the way you need it."
Any way you want it"
Mark. And play back.
You got silky sheets.
Baby, put me underneath
I'm your undercover love
I'm your undercover love.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
- I'm your undercover love. - Pau I!
Cut! Cut! Cut!
This is the stupidest thing I've ever dune. I can't do it.
What's your name, Jashy-Z? I'm trying to make you lack coal.
I want you to lack funky fresh. But you have to not suck the next take.
Back to one, everyone!
I think we should take five, you know? First good idea I've had all day.
Take five, everyone!
This feels all wrung, Paul.
I'm telling you, this pap-band shit is where everything is headed.
Just trust me. You're working with tap, classy talent here.
Paul, I am Wolfgang Van Cult.
Not Jashy-Z, nor the Z-Guyz.
No, you are not the Z-Guyz either. You are the Z-Guyeezz.
Double the E, double the Z, double the flavour.
- The "flavour"? - Yes.
What does Z even stand far?
Nothing. You're over-thinking it.
Names that end in Z are very popular with the 14-to-21 year aids.
We did a whale focus group an this. Numbers don't lie.
I don't want to do it, man.
I have had it up to here with your negativity, Jashy-Z.
- And you know, Danny-Z and Kevy-Z and- - Joey.
Joey-Z, they're not tan thrilled either. Think about them, huh?
Don't you think at least we should do a gig before we shunt a music video?
- You want a gig? Mm. - Yeah.
Watch this. Brat.
Bourbon. Oh, Dennis. Paul Gill.
Paul, you got a lot of nerve calling me.
Okay, okay, okay.
I was a douche. I get it. But listen close. I'm gonna make it up to you.
I'm listening.
I need The Bourbon tonight. I will pack the place.
I will get the whale town to came out for it.
Who's playing?
Stacee Jaxx.
His first solo gig. And I've got a new act that you are gonna love.
And this time, every cent goes to the house.
- Every cent. - Every last penny...
brother, of which there will be millions!
Do we trust him?
Yes.
Okay, deal.
You're one lucky sun of a gun.
See you tonight.
- Louise, call the PR department. - Paul, I need...
Shush. I'm rolling here.
Call the PR department and tell them I need to buy all the advertising blacks...
on every drive-time radio station this afternoon.
Stacee's Rolling Stone cover. It hit the newsstands an hour ago.
Haw bad is it?
Stacee Jaxx.
On the phone?
Oh, my God.
H ey.
Hey Man.
Man.
Stace. Seriously-Oh!
Can you please ask Hey Man to just chill for a second or two, man?
Yes, I'm an that. Don't worry about it.
I just tore the editors a new one. You should've heard me, man. Ho, ho, ho.
- Shit! - Page 58, second paragraph.
- Read. - Okay.
Okay.
Ah...
Uh...
"Stacee Jaxx will tell you he's a cowboy..."
but lately he seems more like a...
'bay-cow' who's gotten last in the herd.
But the biggest danger is the man who seems to be calling the shots...
his manager Paul Gill, a man so oily...
"Exxon might want to reconsider buying stock in him."
Okay, well, you know, that could also mean that I'm real slick.
Because I am. There's no such thing as bad publicity.
Okay. That was funny.
"Even the legendary Bourbon Roam isn't sacred."
This reporter learned that Stacee Jaxx and Paul Gill...
"...walked away with virtually all of the night's proceeds."
Whoa.
That part.
Is that true?
It's not not true.
It's more more true...
than I would perhaps prefer.
Okay, yes, I'll be clearer about that.
No more bullshit. No more bullshit.
I wish that the true part were falser.
You know what, man? Let's start all over again.
Let's turn that frown the right way around.
What do you say, sad clown?
I got something for you. One-of-a-kind. Ha-ha.
One hundred and fifty years old.
Priceless.
Look, so what if same...
hack journalist took some potshots at you'?
All your life, you have wanted to be number one.
You still are number one. Let's toast to that.
And I'm telling you, I'm gonna get that reporter fired...
so please don't dump that on my head.
I would never do that.
Mm.
150-year-old Scotch.
It's priceless.
Mm-hm.
You're fired, Paul.
Hey Man.
It just goes to show that sin doesn't sell any more.
And if Dennis Dupree can't pay by midnight, well...
Then it looks like Los Angeles will be able to reclaim the real estate.
D rew?
Sherrie. What are you doing here?
Sorry. I didn't realize you owned the place.
Wait, wait, wait.
Haw are you?
I'm great. Quitting The Bourbon was the best thing that could've happened.
Yeah.
Me tan.
What are you wearing?
Oh, uh... This is kind of my new lack...
far the band I'm in.
The Z-G uyeezz.
- Yeah, I've heard of them. - No.
Not them.
The Z-G uyeezz.
Double the E, double the Z, double the flavour.
And we're playing The Bourbon tonight.
Huh.
Haw about you? You singing?
No...
I'm dancing.
Aerobics. I teach aerobics.
Ever see Stacee again?
- What do you mean? - After your big fling.
- Wait, you think he and I-? - I don't think.
I saw you.
- What did you see? - The night I played.
You were walking out of his dressing roam, he was zipping up his pants.
You think I slept with Stacee Jaxx?
You didn't?
I was in love with you.
Drew...
L.A. really isn't working out for me.
It's time to go home.
- Sherrie... - What?
Sherrie, can we please just start over?
- Pretend nothing- - I'm a stripper at the Venus Club.
I'm in a bay band.
You win.
No, wait.
Here.
This is something Wayne, Ziff and I recorded last week.
That sang I was writing.
The one about us.
Please...
listen to it.
Sure.
We both lie silently still In the dead of the night.
Although we both lie close together.
We feel miles apart inside.
Was it something I said Or something I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you.
Though I tried.
- But I guess that's why they say. - But I guess that's why they say.
- Every rose has its thorn. - Every rose has its thorn.
Just like every night has its dawn.
Just like every cowboy Sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has its thorn.
Yeah, it does.
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain.
Like a knife that cuts you The wound heals.
But the scar That scar remains.
Yes, it does
I know I could have saved our love That night.
If I'd known what to say.
Instead of making love.
We both made our separate ways.
And now I hear you've found.
Somebody new.
And that I never meant That much to you.
To hear that tears me up inside.
And to see you cuts me like a knife.
Oh, every.
Every rose has its thorn
on, oh.
Just like every night has its dawn.
Just like every cowboy Sings his sad, sad song.
Yeah.
Every rose has its thorn.
Oh, yeah.
Every rose has its thorn.
Sherrie? What's wrung, honey?
I'm fine, I'm just a little...
ruined.
I never should've come to L.A.
You ain't ruined, baby. But you will be if you stay here.
It's not fame and fortune you came lacking far, Sherrie.
It's love.
And love left this place a long time ago.
Sherrie?
Someone dropped this off for you.
"Sometimes things that are last can be found again.
Don't stop believing. Lave, Drew."
Rolling Stone. Also, we're closed.
Put Cinderella on the phone.
Are you talking about the fake person with the stepmother?
She stuck her tongue in my ear.
She blew my world up.
Are you messing with me right now?
Is it someone that is trying to really freak me cut? Because it's working.
This goddess...
she put a mirror up to Stacee Jaxx.
You're talking about Constance...
not Cinderella, which- I guess they sound similar.
Constance Sack.
Constance?
Put her an.
She's not here. She's at The Bourbon...
in Los Angeles, and she's covering Stacee Jaxx's first solo gig.
Sc you can go there and weird her cut.
I have a gig?
Are you Stacee Jaxx?
Hello?
Great. That's not gonna make me feel like I'm gonna get killed tonight.
People! We must obey petty bureaucracy.
It's what separates us from the beasts.
As you can see, this club is totally out of central.
But, Mitch, this ends tonight.
It's time we wiped the filth ofi the streets of this great city.
The people of Los Angeles are not gonna take it any more.
Powerful words from Patricia Whitmore You! Mrs. Mayor!
Why are you so uptight?
You lot need to feel the wind of change Blow the cobwebs out of your gussets.
We built this city an rack 'n' roll.
- Right? - Yeah, we did!
We built this city.
My grandfather's father built this city!
We built this city on rock 'n' roll.
Built this city.
Haw dare you!
We built this city on rock 'n' roll.
Who counts the money.
Underneath the bar?
Who rides the wrecking ball.
Into our guitars?
Don't tell us you need us.
'Cause we're the ship of fools.
Lookin ' for America.
Crawlin ' through your schools.
We're not gonna take it.
We built this city.
No, we ain't gonna take it.
We built this city.
We're not gonna take it any more.
We built this city on rock 'n' roll.
- We're not gonna take it. - We built this city.
- No, we ain't gonna take it. - We built this city.
We're not gonna take it any more.
We built this city on rock 'n' roll.
Stacee Jaxx has just arrived...
for his first solo show!
It seems history is no doubt about to be made again at The Bourbon Room tonight!
Hey!
No! No, !
Where is the police when you need them?
Hey, you! Hey, policeman! You can't let him in there!
Here, hold this.
Stacee, excited about the show?
Thank you.
Are you listening to me?
What are you doing?
He can't go in there!
Oh, God!
You stay away from me.
Patty.
Your tits have held up well.
Oh. My God!
Mitch, this is breaking news. I have in my hand an album.
It's Arsenal 1977 Live at The Bourbon. Great album, incidentally.
If I could just draw your attention to the inside sleeve.
This photograph here of a nymph...
apparently about to gargle Stacee Jaxx's body porridge...
is none other than Patricia Whitmore, the mayor's wife!
Ooh! This is our Watergate!
Rock lives on!
You saw it here live.
The mayor's wife appears to be an ex-groupie of none other than Stacee Jaxx!
Sweet baby Jesus.
Stop! You cut that!
Oh, my God! Stacee!
Yeah.
I'm sorry about the article.
Open your mouth.
Uh, uh, uh...
Ladies and gentlemen...
you foul and pestilent congregation of vapors...
we're gonna have a fantastic evening tonight!
Later, performing an this stage, we'll see Stacee Jaxx!
But before that...
we will have the less important...
but somehow worthwhile...
making their debut here an The Bourbon stage, the...
"Z-G uyeezz."
Give it a whirl, I suppose.
Rack 'n' roll!
Sc may I introduce to you...
the guys you've known for all these days:
The Z-G uyeezz.
- Danny-Z. - Kevy-Z.
Me, Joey-Z.
And Jashy-Z.
You Me.
One day we can have a baby.
Is that Drew?
I'm afraid it is, yes.
Oh, my God, I just threw up.
Where?
In my pants.
Out of my ass.
Hey, they're lip-synching!
Baby girl, I wanna still be.
- Who is this? - The Z-Guyeezz.
Great, right?
Where is Stacee?
Really sick.
Hush Hush.
Baby, we've been talking too much
I just wanna stare at your... Shh.
Put my hands around it.
Squeeze, touch.
Thank you.
Don't rush.
Hey! Ha, ha, ha! What the hell are you doing?
Sherrie, I'm so sorry.
- Drew, stop! Shh. - I should have trusted you.
It's okay. It's okay.
You can't go home.
Your new band sucks.
And, yeah, this? This has gotta go. Heh. Whoa.
You got L-O-V Baby, I could be the E.
Hey, Jashy-Z, if all these people want refunds, my club is closed.
On, oh on, oh.
Wait.
Just wait right here.
Hi.
I want my money back!
Oh, Hey Man.
Oh, my God.
"I awe you this.
Your rack brother, Stacee."
God! That Stacee Jaxx.
He gives until it hurts.
Whoa.
That's right, get him off!
Hey!
You little shit.
You just destroyed your one shot.
I didn't destroy anything, Paul. I tank a stand.
Really? For what?
Rack 'n' roll, baby.
Oh, rack is over, pal.
Rack is dead!
Ha-ha-ha. That's right, Hey Man, rack will never die.
All right! Well, now that that's over...
are you guys ready to rack?
This is a very special sang, written by a very special person.
Just a small-town girl.
Livin' in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train Gain' anywhere.
Just a city boy.
Born and raised in South Detroit.
He took the midnight train Gain' anywhere.
A singer in a smoky room.
The smell of wine And cheap perfume.
For a smile they can share the night.
It goes on and on and on and on.
- Strangers waitin' - Strangers waitin'.
- Up and down the boulevard. - Up and down the boulevard.
- Their shadows searching in the night. - Their shadows searching in the night.
- Streetlights, people. - Streetlights, people.
- Livin' just to find emotion. - Livin' just to find emotion
'din'somewhere in the night 'din'somewhere in the night.
Workin' hard to get my fill.
Everybody wants a thrill.
Payin' anything to roll the dice.
Just one more time.
Some will win.
Some will lose.
- Some were born to sing the blues. - Some were born to sing the blues.
Oh, the movie never ends.
It goes on and on and on and on.
Hey, put your hands together, Les Angeles, for the man who wrote this sang...
and my very special friends...
Van Cult!
- Strangers waitin' - Strangers waitin'.
- Up and down the boulevard. - Up and down the boulevard.
- Their shadows searching in the night. - Their shadows searching in the night.
- Streetlights, people. - Streetlights, people.
- Livin' just to find emotion. - Livin' just to find emotion
'din'somewhere in the night 'din'somewhere in the night.
Don't stop believin'.
Yeah, hold on to that feelin'.
Streetlights, people.
Don't stop believin'.
Hold on to that feelin'.
Streetlights, people.
Don't stop believin'.
Oh, hold on.
Hold on to that feelin'.
Streetlights, people.
Don't stop