-Lily, Lily, when am I going to see you on stage again?
Vic, where's your singer been hiding?
What's going on with him?
Come on, Leo, you like talking.
-Hey, can I get your autograph? Please?
-Hey! No, not you, the lighting guy.
Lighting guy.
Bringer of the light!
Woo!
-Come on, give us something.
When is The Relentless going to play shows again?
-We'll be touring soon enough.
-Really? Oh my God!
-Sign my tits.
-Oh, uh, do you want to just sign my stomach?
-Yes, uh... Yeah.
Oh, oh!
-You've got a pretty face.
-Lily, got anything confirmed?
-The only thing confirmed is how fucked into oblivion
your stupid little TV show is.
-Don't give into that, man, that's what they want you to do.
-What? Honestly, seriously, get the fuck back.
Ever heard of personal space?
You guys are Hollywood cockroaches.
-Going solo soon, Lily?
-Fucking prick.
-Whoa!
Leo.
Come on, been nothing for over a year.
Why are you saying soon?
-Because soon we'll be flat broke.
Music industry's fucked for rock bands right now.
To survive, we got to tour.
And there is no way
Johnny's gonna lose that house he's in with Gretchen.
Happy now?
Got what you need?
-Your favorite Hollywood press caught up with
three of the members of The Relentless
last night on the Sunset strip.
After achieving worldwide success
amidst a ton of controversy
with one of the biggest debut albums
from a rock band in years,
the group's been on a 15 month hiatus
following disturbing events involving their lead singer,
Johnny Faust.
No one has seen or heard from him since he became a recluse
early last year, in the wake of
the bizarre death of his attorney
shortly after Johnny was acquitted.
Despite demand from his die-hard fan base,
he has denied all press requests
and has had no activity on social media whatsoever.
Johnny, we need you back, man.
-Babe?
As much as I love having you all to myself,
don't you think it's time?
-Time for what?
Pass back out?
-No, to perform again!
Do an interview.
I don't know, just get out of your shell.
-You don't like your deadbeat lover's
Word with Friend's request pinging your phone all day?
It expands my vocabulary, helps me with lyrics.
-No, I never want that to change.
But... the fans gave us this amazing lifestyle.
You love them.
Everybody from the label and the band,
everyone's just so stressed in this weird limbo.
-So, I could stay in bed all day,
having sex with the coolest girl in the world
who happens to play into my foot fetish,
or I could eat Uber eats,
or I could go back to the psychotic music industry
with fucking paparazzi all over me,
ruining my tranquility, no thanks. I'm good.
-Johnny, babe, seriously.
You wanted to become a rock star.
Nobody forced you into this.
And this is the only way that you support yourself.
Do you know how expensive it is to keep up with
this place every month?
And your Mom needs money.
Your brother is on the streets.
-Don't bring my brother into this.
-What about us?
What if I were to become pregnant with twins?
This is real-life, Johnny, this is what happens.
It's not like we don't want to have a family someday.
-I almost went to jail for a long fucking time.
I almost died. I destroyed everything.
-We've had two years to get over it,
and now you're in your prime, and so am I.
And you don't seem to mind I'm not on birth control.
-Yeah, I get it.
-Are you seriously complaining about becoming a rock star?
I missed my period this month
and you forgot to pay the mortgage.
Pity parties don't pay bills.
-Let 'em burn.
-Are you kidding me?
Ugh!
You don't get anything.
-What's up, this is Johnny Faust,
we are playing a show this week.
The Relentless are back.
See you in the Jungle, motherfuckers!
-You just...
Did you just post that?
Did that actually just happen?
-What else is there to do?
-Oh my God.
You are crazy.
-You want your satisfaction, I've got your satisfaction.
-The Relentless is back!
-Hey, boy.
Yes.
You just got to piss, I know.
All right.
Let's go.
What the fucking fuck?
The other guys know yet?
Dylan isn't even in the country, is he?
-Yeah, I'm working on that.
Hold on, Maya's beeping in.
Let me conference her in.
Maya, how are you doing? You got me and Elias.
-So really? This is for real?
-Oh, yeah, it's for real.
-We got a problem,
because every big theater in town
is booked and we can't do an arena
on this short of notice.
So, what, is he fucking crazy?
-No, we got to underplay this thing.
Make it special, 500 seats max.
Roxy, Whiskey, you know, maybe the Troubadour.
-They'll fucking kill for this show, are you kidding me?
-Yeah, Elias is right, it should be about the band getting back to their roots.
That gives us a story to tell.
-Let's get it done.
Now.
-God, Johnny.
-No more calls, okay? This is ridiculous.
This is one of the top fertility doctors in town.
We waited months for this appointment.
And we have the acupuncture treatment for my ovaries after this.
Why does the band have to do this today?
-I don't know. I'm going to ask Johnny that question.
You know what, I bet the answer is similar
to why a beautiful, amazing talented,
happily married woman in her early 30s
with a husband with a decent career
can't seem to get pregnant,
while meanwhile in Kokomo, Indiana,
some high school dropout is getting knocked up with twins
by her fucking meth head drug dealer boyfriend.
-Hi. -Hi. how are you?
-Nice to meet you. -I'm ready for you.
-Okay, all right. Let's go.
-Dylan is still in his hotel room
in South London, get him on a direct flight
to Los Angeles, period.
Right away, Period.
-I just... -All caps, expeditiously.
-No more calls, all right? Come on.
-That's voice to text.
-I know what the fuck it is.
-It picked up what you said.
-Hey, Dylan.
-Not now, Ralphie, mate. I'm in a meeting.
What the fuck?
Come on, Johnny.
Fuckin' hell, mate.
-Come on, let's go!
-Still waking up.
-You need to get your blood flowing.
-I think I need to stretch.
-Yeah, more like stretch the truth.
-Wait up.
-The only waiting anybody is doing is
for your ass to get back on stage.
Will Johnny Faust expand his lung capacity
for his comeback performance
and be able to catch his lover at the same time?
Tune in to find out.
Come on, hurry up, you're so slow!
How are you gonna do a whole set?
Come on, you got this.
-You want how many? Try and get one ticket.
-Morning, Elias.
-One.
Uh-huh.
What do we got, people?
-Got the sold out Roxy poster artwork in print,
limited to 500.
Sirius XM wants to broadcast the show live from the Roxy.
And KROQ sent their guest list.
-Good.
-Rolling Stone, Spin, and Billboard are all covering the show.
And Johnny's confirmed to go on Hit Parader
with Matt Pinfield for the live interview.
-Your accountant is on line two, says urgent.
He had me print these up.
-What do you got, Jocko?
-I need five minutes alone with you, Boss.
-Oh, in other words, you got nothing, right?
-Oh, baby.
-Such a great idea. -Mm-hmm.
-I thought you just said you turned the ringer off, Adam.
-I turned the ringer off, but texts vibrate.
-Oh my God.
-Go back to sleep.
Ugh...
Okay, Ralphie, I hear you now.
Say it again.
-I fucked up bad, Adam.
I messed up Dylan's flight from London to L.A.
I forgot that they use military time over there,
so when I saw 1439 on the itinerary,
I thought it was 4:39, not 2:39.
-Cut to the chase.
Find him another flight, he's the band's drummer.
He's the only one we have, get him here.
-Dude, I'm looking on the computer right now.
There's no more direct flights that are gonna
get him there in time to play the show.
-Ah, that's cool. Hey, no problem.
You know, we'll play the comeback show acoustic.
No problem.
-Thank God, dude.
Man, good idea, though.
Switching it up for the fans, that's cool.
-No, it's not a fucking cool idea, Ralphie!
Fucking find a way, get him here,
or start packing up your fucking desk.
You hear me?
Do you remember when I told you this town,
this business is a jungle and you're either a savage animal,
or you're a dying fucking pathetic roach?
You remember that?
-Yeah, I remember, Adam.
-If they don't play this comeback show
it falls on me as their fucking manager.
And they, the press, the fans, will tear me apart
like a fucking pack of wild dogs.
-I'm not gonna let that happen, Adam.
I'm gonna make this right.
I don't know how, but I'm gonna fix this.
-Are you alone?
-Yeah.
-Bomb threat, payphone. -What?
-You said you'd do anything, are you a man of your word, Ralphie?
-Yeah, but...
-Call up the airline, tell them that the flight
Dylan is on has a bomb on it.
That'll buy us some time. Find a hat, cover your face.
Find a payphone. Do it now.
-Okay.
-Hey, honey.
-You're sick.
You know that's a felony, right?
-Hey, baby...
-You're really sick.
-It's all for the kids, baby.
Come on, I'm feeling very fertile.
Come back.
-You wore this on the stage for the European Let 'em Burn tour, right?
-Mm-hmm.
-Are you sure you want to sell this?
-Well, you look good in it.
But, we haven't played in over a year, Amanda.
My mortgage doesn't take days off.
-Hello? -Hello, Lily Mayflower?
I'm calling regarding your outstanding balance
with the Malibu Addiction treatment center.
-I am broke.
-Babe, this guy just offered three grand for your white Chucks.
-Awesome.
Offer confirmed.
-He just wants a video of you wearing them with no socks.
-Grungy.
-So if I wore a sock on my cock,
do you think I could sell that on eBay and get me $50?
Start a bidding war.
-Stop hitting on my girlfriend.
-There's a fucking bomb on the London flight
leaving to LAX in 30 minutes.
-Sir, I'm having a very difficult time hearing you.
-I'm saying there's a bomb on the fucking plane.
It's going to explode if you leave.
-And what will happen if we don't?
-It's gonna explode, people are gonna die.
You want that shit on you conscience?
No, do something about it.
-How do you feel?
-All right.
-Hey.
Don't worry about saying anything that might embarrass me.
It's all in the past.
And the fans deserve to know the truth.
-I don't deserve you.
-I know.
-Fucking flight had a bomb threat on it, didn't it?
I know one of those birds had a crazy ex.
-You sure he's an ex?
-So what did I miss?
-It's just about to start.
-For his first interview in almost two years,
I'm sitting right next to the notorious front man
of The Relentless, Johnny Faust.
Johnny, good to see you again, man.
-Happy to be here, thanks.
-So let's talk about this.
Your first album went platinum,
you toured in over 35 countries,
and you've seen more than most people will see in a lifetime.
How do you feel about that?
-I'm grateful. I got to travel the world,
and meet all these fans.
The truth is, though, I think I was happier
before I became famous.
Thankfully, I've been able
to find strength in my sobriety, and
Gretchen has been a big part of that for me.
-Yeah. So what happened that made you get sober?
-I thought I lost the love of my life.
I... I cheated on Gretchen with Lily.
After that, I fell into...
-Miss Mayflower, do you care to comment on Mr. Faust's declaration?
-Every scene has past, every sinner has a future.
What really can I say, huh?
-So, Lily's his bass player.
-Yeah.
-And he slept with her?
-God. -Yeah.
Rumor has it that, uh,
Lily had a sort of FaceTime call from Gretchen,
while her and Johnny were having sex.
-My God, this generation is so fucked.
-On your first album,
there was a lot of association with the Occult,
claiming to have even had contact with the devil himself.
-The more I talk about that, the crazier I sound,
so I'm... I'm done talking about that.
-Do you think that devil worship is real,
like, the whole black magic and all that stuff?
-Oh, I definitely think there's good and evil spirits
and black magic... is real.
Did you know that Jimmy Page
bought Aleister Crowley's house and lived in it
so that he could write Led Zeppelin songs?
-Shit. -I know.
-Why are you so cool, Mom?
-Oh, I like it when you call me mom.
-I like it when you pass the joint.
-Johnny, now that we're at the end of this,
I've got to ask you the question that you know
everybody wants to know.
What was the real reason that you took a break from the Relentless?
-This is something I've never told anybody, but,
um...
Fuck.
We were on tour,
in Las Vegas,
and this 18-year-old virgin begged to get on the bus
for me to take her virginity.
And I did it.
Dylan had sex with the mom.
-Of course, Johnny's got to drag me into his storytelling.
-You all right?
-Yeah, sorry.
The next day...
the mother got into a fight with her husband.
I guess he had found out about what happened,
and...
um...
he killed himself.
-Vic...
did you know he was going to say all this publicly?
-No, but I'm proud of him.
-You're proud of him?
-Takes a lot of courage to own up for the messes you made.
-Yeah, you should try it sometime.
-That is truly awful.
Have you had any contract with the girl since that went down?
-No.
And, um... I'm ashamed to say that I haven't.
-Well, you know, it's never too late to reach out.
-Good, I'm glad you're watching this.
We need to talk.
Okay, we can't keep going the way we have been.
I don't have any extra money,
for food, for diapers, for doctors,
for everything that you're gonna need to her.
-Maybe if you'd help watch her for me, I'd have more time to study.
I could get a better job.
-This isn't about me.
This is your life, girl.
Your decisions.
Miss Pin-up, he's there on TV,
talking about it.
You know what you have to do.
-Well, I want to say thank you for coming in.
-Thanks for all the support, Lizzy.
-We're happy you're back, you're out.
We're looking forward to the show at the Roxy.
That comeback show.
Johnny Faust, everybody. I'm Matt Pinfield,
and this is Hit Parader.
-Well...
back to work, I guess.
-Yeah, it's gonna be a busy day at the office.
-Yeah.
-What do you reckon?
-Society loves when the truth is disturbing.
-Yeah.
-I wonder if that girl's watching this interview.
-Probably.
-You're laughing?
I'm not laughing, I don't think it's fucking funny.
Her dad committed suicide, it's pretty fucking harsh.
-Bad press is good press, innit.
♪ Baby made a bad bet
-Johnny, are you all right, man?
-Oh, yeah, I am... I'm fine, thanks.
-Hey, Oliver.
-How were the ratings last night for the Relentless interview?
-Highest ratings the network have seen in a year.
And I can't believe it.
Only Pop and Hip-hop acts have been getting that much viewership.
-Well, get us in the room with the band.
They need to be with us.
-Thanks.
They're still under contract with Elias and Akkadian.
Why don't we just buy them out?
-That old punk rock bastard. He'd never sell.
Get me in a room with Johnny Faust.
That kid is the future of rock. Just figure it out.
-Okay, I'll try my best.
-Founder and CEO of the Pantheon Music group
Oliver Ostergard was in great spirits this morning
after the company posted their highest ever
first quarter earnings.
Oliver has been sitting at the top of the...
-How much did he offer you?
-What did you say, honey?
-For the abortion.
-Simon, stop it.
-No, seriously.
-Oh, honey.
-Sweetie, why don't you watch something else?
Hey, how's the video for the new Relentless single?
-It's not out yet. Look, Mom,
I'm not a kid anymore.
I feel like I deserve to know.
-He offered me half a million dollars.
And I told him to go fuck himself.
-Half a million dollars.
Then what'd he do?
You can tell me.
-He...
Offered to pay for me to cut an album,
and do a world tour.
-Wait, so you...
sacrificed your music career...
-Having you...
is the best decision I ever made in my life.
Let's not dwell on the past.
-Why didn't he want me born?
-Yo.
We should get to campus soon.
-Hey, hey.
How's the show coming along?
-Pretty cool. -It's coming.
-Let's head out.
-Oh shit. -We got the goods.
-Flyer? Nice.
-Boom.
-She is just precious. What's her name?
-Faith.
-Faith, a beautiful name for a beautiful baby.
You two new to town?
-We're just passing through.
-Well, welcome to the city of Angels.
Don't let the name fool you.
-Let's go, baby.
-The guys really want to play the one we wrote before the hiatus.
They're going to be upset.
-They'll be more upset when the first taste of a new album
is a video shot by a fan on YouTube that sounds like shit.
-Yeah, you always make sense, Elias.
-Yeah, I've sold a few records,
but no matter what,
however successful you are,
you still can't shit on a bus.
And you gotta curb your dog.
-Well, a good way for us all to say humble, right?
I'm hitting this yoga class.
I'll see you at the show.
-Later.
Man.
People are going crazy.
What?
What's your fucking problem?
-Get the fuck out of the road.
-I live here, you know?
What, are you rat race motherfuckers trying to avoid traffic?
Read the sign.
-What, are you on Waze? -Move your ass, please.
-Ruin every neighborhood Waze.
-I'm going. -Oh, please.
-Don't fucking come back here.
Go on.
And take this stuff.
-Good morning, Natalie.
-Hey, Elliot.
-Well, we got the verdict.
-What did they say?
-The court ordered because Simon is now 18,
that Oliver no longer has to pay for any of his schooling.
-But Georgetown's a top university.
Wait, he's supposed to be until he's 21.
-I know, the state of New York says 21,
but now he's filing in Beverly Hills court
because he's a California resident.
-Well, I cannot possibly come up with that money
by the end of summer.
-It's disgraceful he's doing this to his own son.
And Oliver's so rich. It's not fair to Simon at all.
How's he doing with music out there?
-He's been playing at Legion halls.
He seems happy.
Um, listen, Simon just left on his scooter to go to Kinko's.
Can I call you back, Elliot?
-Of course. Bye.
-Thanks.
-These were overnighted to you.
Some woman has been calling the office all morning
ranting about them being time sensitive documents?
-Just put this away for me.
-You want me just to throw it out?
-No.
-Just get it out of my sight, okay?
-Okay, right away.
-Come on, Ned. Get real.
I'm not gonna throw away four million CDs.
Their great records.
-Yeah, they're great records.
They're also shrink-wrapped pieces of plastic
that costs us 6 figures a month for storage and returns.
-Yeah, that's ridiculous.
I'm just gonna get the staff to do some new promotions and--
-It won't move the needle one damn bit.
As more stores return physical product,
you have to pay more for space.
-This is just you being Ned the Naysayer.
-And you're about to be a fucking dinosaur.
It's bad enough that we get paid a half a penny a play.
Winter is here, and Silicon Valley are the White Walkers.
They're taking over the damn music business.
Nobody buys CDs anymore.
Look, I know you're emotional because
for decades, you created great special packaging.
Stickers and fold-up posters put in those albums.
But now I'm using these CDs as a goddamn coffee coaster.
The dream is dead.
-Look, you dream in numbers, Ned.
I dream in people.
-Oh, you... bless your heart.
You're fucking rude is what you are.
Do you think I'm gonna let us go broke?
Blowing all our streaming money on L.A. warehouses?
Keep dreaming, pal.
-Did you just hang up on me, Ned?
Ned?
-I wish you didn't give me his last name,
-Um, what's wrong?
-These shitheads on local message boards
are saying the only reason I'm putting on bigger shows
is because of who my dad is.
-Well, tell them the truth.
You did this all on your own.
You've never even met Oliver.
-It's 3:00 in the afternoon, Mom.
That's real nice.
What's the excuse today, Natalie?
-Your father...
is not going to pay for college anymore.
-Good, I don't want his fucking money, anyway.
Where'd you put that sativa?
-It's in the angelbox.
Simon, I'm... I'm really sorry.
You're just going to have to go to a local community college.
-Don't worry about the school, okay?
I just want to focus on music.
You can't make that decision so quickly.
-I already have.
-Um, since when?
-Since I was like five-years-old, Natalie.
You know, drop out of school, join a band?
That story always ends well, right?
-Tonight's the night, The Relentless at the Roxy.
And the tickets are sold out.
Fans have already started lining up outside.
The excitement is high and the security is tight.
-Yeah, I'm on the list.
Could you just look?
I just got to get my passes, I'm gonna miss my band's set.
-Yeah, I know, it was my idea.
Now, can I just get... will call is usually right there.
-What's up, everyone, I'm Alison Hagin.
We are just moments away.
As you know, this band has been through hell,
and they are finally back.
All right, well, without further ado,
get ready for the best night of your lives.
I'll see you in the pit.
-Where's the regular guy, Tony?
-The Relentless.
It's The Relentless.
They request extra security.
Damn it. Damn it.
-Hey, sorry, I had no service in there.
Prick won't let me in.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
Does he look like a fan trying to sneak in?
-Were you picked first or last in P.E.?
-What?
-Yeah, let's go.
-Come on, Man.
Look at you, you're beautiful.
-Let me feel this thing.
Let me feel it, I got it.
Ugh!
-Guys, I wouldn't be here without you
and I really appreciate everything that you do for me.
I'm grateful to be back.
-Hey, we're all in this together.
Just don't play any unreleased songs tonight.
-Exactly, you do not want a shit-ass version
of a new song on the net.
And it will happen.
-Don't do it.
-I have a different surprise planned.
-Please, share.
-I'm gonna propose to Gretchen.
-Aww...
-That's beautiful, she's the one, man.
How are you gonna do it?
-Tonight on stage.
-Oh, Johnny, honey.
Certain things you gotta keep sacred.
-What do you mean?
-She's already got to share you with your entire band,
and all your crazy stalker fans.
It should be between the two of you.
Somewhere sentimental away from a sleazy rock club.
-Please, listen to your agent.
-Okay, yeah.
A serious moment of clarity, thank you.
I appreciate it.
-He just listened to you.
He doesn't listen to me.
-It's all right, Adam.
- Hit it. - Have a great show tonight, you guys.
-All right, get in here, let's do it, guys.
We got to go.
I just wanted to say that
there is no other place on this planet I would rather be right now.
-Seriously. -Yeah.
-The Relentless is back.
-Let's do it. -Let's do it.
-Forever and ever. -Forever and ever.
-Hey, um...
I'm really happy to be back with you here.
-The same.
♪ I never thought this could be me ♪
♪ I guess you never do
♪ 'Til it's happening to you ♪
♪ Like all the fun turns to shame ♪
♪ And all the could-have-beens
♪ Rearrange
♪ Redemption
♪ Never seemed so cruel
♪ And all my gods
♪ Never seemed so weak
♪ Wake up engage
♪ Now derailed and enraged
♪ It used to be so easy
♪ Get up, I'm game
♪ Now I'm sick and I'm tame
♪ Counting cost with lost
-Damn man.
♪ Rotten teeth and life unsung ♪
♪ You'll forget me when I'm gone ♪
♪ Wake up engage
♪ Now derailed and enraged
♪ It used to be so easy
♪ Get up, I'm game
♪ Now I'm sick and I'm tame
♪ Counting cost with lost
♪ I used to be
♪ A lot like you
♪ Now I'm only me
♪ I used to be
♪ A lot like you
♪ Now I'm only me
♪ I'm only me
-One rehearsal. One rehearsal!
-Guys, let's play the new song.
-What, are you fucking kidding me?
-Come on, fuck it, let's play it.
-Dylan, we're not supposed to play the new song, dude.
-Fuck that, we're playing it.
-Stupid fucking cunt!
We're going to have to, now.
♪ Hopelessness is me
♪ Easy...
-Elias...
♪ Unholiness
-Another satisfied customer!
Bam.
-Did you like the band?
Hey, only $10, what a steal, right?
-Yeah, quite a steal.
Stupid little...
-You should be flattered.
-Bootlegging fuck.
How did you even have time to get this made?
-Black magic, dude.
What?
Black t-shirt magic! Come on!
Hey, what are you-- hey!
All right, you break, you buy.
-I could have you arrested. It's illegal.
-Promise?
Hey. Hey, I'm talking to you.
What me to cut you in?
Make a deal, come on.
Hey, you can't stream shirts.
Cotton don't download.
I signed Lily's stomach, want me to sign your big old belly?
-Why don't you just go...
-Hey, Maya.
Isn't it crazy, all these people are here for a photo
just with Johnny and Lily?
-Ralphie, don't you have something you gotta go do inside?
-Yeah, actually, I do.
-Still feels weird, huh?
-Stings a little.
Yeah.
-You're a brave woman, Gretchen.
Hang in there.
-Thanks.
-20 years of art. Worthless!
Friday night, and here I am, working, man.
Jesus.
♪ 'Cause I know we were made for something real ♪
Which one is leaking right now?
Leaking, leaking, leaking. Bullshit.
♪ I wouldn't have to say this to myself ♪
Fuck.
♪ I hope you cry
Okay.
Big fucking party.
Real nice.
♪ I hope you know there is more to life ♪
♪ I wouldn't have to leave my own home ♪
♪ I wonder if I'll ever find my feet ♪
♪ I wonder if I'll ever find release ♪
♪ I hope you cry
♪ I hope you know there's more to life ♪
♪ I hope you cry
♪ I hope you
♪ I hope you cry
♪ I hope you knows there's more to life ♪
♪ I hope you cry
♪ I hope you