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(ambient music)
(tense upbeat music)
(crowd cheering)
(rock music)
♪ Fading out of fantasy ♪
♪ Joining with reality ♪
♪ Don't you know that we exist ♪
♪ Rolling our society ♪
(crowd cheering drowns out other lyrics)
- [MC] How's everyone doing tonight?
We're bringing up Brass Angels.
(shouts) (crowd cheering)
- It's great to be back
and see so many funny faces here tonight.
How are you all doing?
(crowd cheering)
As many of you already know, nearly one year ago,
I was diagnosed with third stage testicular cancer.
I wasn't sure if I'd live long enough
to perform on stage again.
But it is because of one man, and one man alone
that I am still here standing before you.
Thank you, Father God.
(crowd gasp and shout indistinctly)
Thank you, Father God.
During my all time low,
I needed as much support as I could get.
And if not for almighty God, I would not be here today.
Therefore, I want you all to know
that I have since been reborn in Christ.
(crowd gasps and curse)
Now, let's rock this jam.
(rock music) (crowd shouting)
- Do you know anything about this?
- No, how the hell was I supposed to know about any of this.
- I kinda knew something was up.
- What do you mean, you kinda knew?
- I need a drink.
(rock music)
- Okay.
What's going on, guys?
- I need another drink.
- (indistinct) drink.
- We need to have an emergency band meeting right now.
- Okay. Let's take this upstairs.
- You lead the way.
(rock music)
- So, what's the deal guys.
- One thing.
We're happy you got your shit together and all,
but when in the hell were you going to tell us
you got all high and mighty and religious on us?
- I didn't know how you guys were gonna take it.
None of you are believers except for maybe, Pete.
- Is this why you haven't been coming to band practice?
- Yeah, I've been changing the lyrics to our songs
to make them more Christian focused
instead of dark and demonic.
But I'll save the details for the band meeting this week.
- [All] What?
- I need a God damn drink.
- All of our hard work down the drain.
- It'll work out fine, guys.
Believe me, only the lyrics have changed.
The music, the rhythms, everything else
is still the exact same.
- You should have told us this before.
This is serious stuff, Vik.
- Guys, in all these years, have I ever steered you wrong?
(women talking indistinctly)
- Here's my dark god.
- Here's my dark goddess.
(siren wailing)
- I think I'm gonna go home, it's getting late.
- Okay.
I'll catch up with you in a few hours.
- It's a deal.
I'll leave the key under the mat for you.
- Be careful.
(motorcycle rumbling)
- Hey, you guys, anything else you'd like?
- No, just the check things, thanks.
- Here you go. Have a good one.
- So, I was waiting for band practice to tell you this,
but since we're all here together, here goes.
Brass Angel has been invited to open for headliner,
Grazing Shrapnel at the Inferno Festival in Norway.
Seven months away, in Norway,
opening for freaking Grazing Shrapnel, can you believe it?
(laughs loudly)
- Are you kiddin' us?
- (laughing) No.
This is it, guys.
This is the break we've all been waiting for.
- Grazing Shrapnel? Are you shittin' me?
- No. And that's not all.
Scott Roberts, of He's The Man records,
has offered us a recording contract.
- Am I a complete idiot, or I'm the only guy in the room
who doesn't know who Scott Roberts is?
I've never heard of him, or He's The Man records.
- He's The Man records is a major Christian recording label.
- Oh, what?
- Okay, you just blew it for me.
- I second that.
So, if we sign with this record label,
do we have to convert to Christianity?
I mean, I'm not gonna be forced to say I believe
in something that I really don't believe in.
- You're right.
No one can force any of you into becoming Christians.
That's not a deal breaker in the contract.
However, there will be certain expectations
placed upon us as a Christian label band.
- I'm not buying any of this shit.
- Okay. Okay.
I'll bring the contract at band practice this week
so you can all carefully look it over, okay?
- Should we get a lawyer to look it over?
- That's totally not necessary.
Besides, that costs money.
And we blew the band fund on the CD.
- Who am I kidding?
I'm not good enough to play for you guys,
let alone Grazing Shrapnel.
I'm gonna pass out (panting).
How good a faith, the black.
- (indistinct), get it together, man.
Go, breathe, breathe.
Slowly.
All right? - All right.
I'm sorry, man.
- You'll be fine.
I'll help you go over the notes.
(all laugh loudly)
- He's gonna help him on stage.
(all laugh)
(ambient instrumental music)
(loud footsteps)
(ambient instrumental music)
- Hey.
- I've got some awesome news to share with you,
and it can't wait till later.
- What?
- So, Vik got us a gig,
opening for Grazing Shrapnel,
this June in Norway.
It's Norway.
Come on, we'll make a vacation out of it, it'll be fun.
You're gonna go to Norway with me, right?
- Mitch, I can't.
I have an eight year old son
and a grandmother with Alzheimer's.
Can't just run off to Norway.
I don't have a family like most people do, to help.
Look, this is huge.
(Mitch chuckles)
I'm really happy for you,
but I think we should just end it here.
- What?
Why?
- Malachi needs a stable figure in his life.
He's gonna get attached,
and you're gonna be coming and going.
His real father left him for music.
And I can't go through that pain again.
And my son deserves better.
- I would never let that happen to you or Malachi.
Look, I love you.
Okay, you're my one and only true love.
This Norway gig was just a fluke.
They probably just had a band drop out the last minute
and they needed a place to fill.
Look, to prove it to you,
when I get back from Norway, I'm done, okay?
I'm done with the band,
I'm done with the music and the bar scenes,
I'm just done.
I've written enough music to last me 1000 lifetimes.
I'm 47 years old, have no kids of my own,
I've never been married.
All these years just wasted.
- You can't just give up music (chuckles).
It runs in your veins.
- I'm ready.
I'm exhausted.
I come back from Norway, I'm done.
(chuckles)
The guys are gonna be crushed.
(toilet flushing)
- You were snoring again last night.
Well, don't you think it's time
you see the sleep apnea doctor again?
I mean, it's been years since you've seen the sleep doctor,
and that CPAP machine just isn't cutting it anymore.
- No, (indistinct) awaken hasn't helped.
- Don't you think it's time you get some help?
I hear a lot of great things
about this gastric sleep surgery.
- [Stan] I'd rather do it on my own.
- I know, but you've been trying on your own for years now
and things just keep getting worse.
You keep gaining weight,
your cholesterol is through the roof,
and the doctor just put you on two new medications.
With your family history of heart disease, Stan,
I don't know why you keep playing around with this.
- Look, I just started a triathlon training program
at the gym.
It's a slow process,
I know I've got a long road ahead of me.
- You've never run a race in your life,
and now you think you can do this triathlon?
Why don't you at least
start out with some smaller races first?
- Because if Jack can do it, so can I God damn it.
- Your former coworker, Jack?
Jesus, Stan.
He's been running marathons and triathlons his entire life.
You've never run a day in your life.
He's on a completely different level than you.
- Gee, honey, thanks so much for the support and confidence.
- I'm just worried.
I don't want anything bad to happen to you.
- Look, I've got plenty of time,
there's at least six months before the triathlon.
And I found this really tight training program
on the internet.
- The internet!
You can't be serious.
This is why I signed you up for an informational session.
- An informational session? On what?
- Gastric sleep surgery.
- You do what?
- Oh, relax.
It's not like you're actually gonna have the surgery,
and I knew you'd never sign up for it on your own,
this is just getting more information
so you can make a decision.
But I really, really wish you would consider it.
(door opens)
- Mommy, daddy, mommy daddy.
- Hello.
(indistinct) ball.
(dogs barking) (birds squeaking)
- What are we gonna- - Force measure,
that's what it says,
that's force measure. - Why don't we-
- Hi, guys.
Honey, I'm gonna pick up an extra shift at work,
have a good meeting.
- Bye, Lyn.
- Drive safe.
So, look over the Norway contract,
and call me with any questions,
but it needs to be signed by all of us.
In fact, by next Monday.
- Heck yeah.
- How did all this happen?
- I still have some connections
from my old sinister steel playing days.
They've been asking me to come back for over a decade.
So, I mentioned to all of you the other night
that I started changing over our song lyrics
to Christian lyrics.
- Ah, come on!
- What? - Vik, you were serious?
- Yes.
And here are the new lyrics to a few of the songs,
including changes to the song titles
so they fit appropriately.
It's all the same music with riffs and melodies,
just different words. (dog barks)
It will work, I promise you,
but we need to start rehearsing these at band practice ASAP.
- Jesus has risen.
- Penelope, stop that barking.
(dog barking)
Damn dog.
(dog barking loudly)
- No. No. No.
(dog barking loudly)
(loud screams and ghostly laughs)
What the fuck is this place?
- I have no idea.
But I think we might've smoked too much of that shit.
- Penelope, stop that barking already.
(ghostly voices)
What's your problem?
- What's behind that wall?
- I work alone here.
- Why did the dog (indistinct) and start barking at it?
- You wanna see?
- Okay, let's see. (dog barking)
(door knocks)
(door creaking) (dog barking)
- Penelope, where'd you go?
(ghostly screams and laugh) (dog barking)
(door creaking)
- Dude, our face is gonna end up on milk cartons.
(ghostly voices)
- Right this way, fellas.
Welcome to my favorite room in the house.
I call it
the dungeon.
(laughs loudly)
(roaring voice) - Oh, no, no. No way.
This is such a bad idea.
- Dude, did you make all these?
- Yep.
Everything here is made by these hands.
(loud screaming)
(laughing) I know that one, it happens.
(laughing)
You should've seen the look on your face.
- Where'd you learn to do all this?
- I don't know.
Nobody showed me how to make these things,
I just picked it up as a hobby a few years back,
and I've been doing it ever since.
- Detail's amazing.
- Yeah, well, I guess, being an engineer.
(dog barking) - Pete, come get
your crazy ass dog.
- Now what, Penelope?
What's the matter with you, today?
(ghostly voices)
She senses evil.
- That's just not funny, Pete.
Just keep that crazy ass dog away from me.
- Penelope wouldn't hurt a fly.
- Stop fooling around, you two,
and let's finish this meeting.
It's getting late night
and I have to get up for work in six hours.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's get on with this.
- What the hell was that all about?
- The fuck if I know.
- Let's just get outta here.
- Is that blood?
Oh God, please don't let that be blood.
Fuck!
- Hey, thanks for coming.
- All right.
(both laugh)
(indistinct) - Hey, you, thanks.
- Hey. - Hey (indistinct).
- Hey, that was fun, dude.
Let's do it again soon.
(door creaks and closes)
- (laughing) Wait, was I the only one
that was freaked out in there?
- [All] No.
- He's always a bit of an odd guy.
But the good Lord made us all different,
we should embrace each other's differences.
After all, we're all God's children.
- Okay, you be his new best friend while I peace out then.
- Look, guys, Pete's part of the band now.
So, he's a bit weird and creepy,
but so are most of the people we know.
- I don't know about any of you,
but I'm keeping my distance away from that dude.
- I'm totally in agreement with that one.
(rock music)
(ladies shouting and cheering) - Let's cheer for the ladies.
Let's cheer for the ladies. (crowd clapping)
- So, what will you have, handsome?
- How about I laid you, sexy piece of ass.
I'll settle for a Death beer and shot.
- You got it.
♪ I need someone ♪
♪ To quench my desire ♪
♪ My name is love ♪
♪ I cannot deny ♪
(background noise drowns out other lyrics)
- What can I get you, handsome devil?
- I'll have what he's having.
Are we having fun yet?
- I'm a grown man.
Why don't you mind your business
and take your crazy pills like you're supposed to.
- They're not crazy pills and I'm not crazy, okay?
Bipolar depression is a legit illness.
Just forget to take my medication sometimes.
And it's expensive as shit.
. Then spend less energy climbing up my ass
and more time focusing on your ass.
Yes, yes. Yes, yes.
- You wanna end up in rehab again?
- Yes, I'm sure it's a pretty little tattoo asshole dude.
Yes.
- Do you wanna end up in rehab again?
Marissa called me crying every day, the last time.
- Least of my worries right now is (indistinct).
I make 125 grand a year, and I got nothing to show it.
That blood sucking horror of an ex-wife
siphons every penny for child support.
My piece of car is breaking down on the side of the road
and I can't afford to buy a new.
Just found out that my son needs major surgery
to fix his broken neck.
And Marissa stopped working
so she can focus on finishing nursing school.
Let's face it, dude,
I'm doomed.
- So, who hired a new bartender?
- Only the girl in my fucking dreams.
(rock music)
- Oh no, man.
Let's finish our beers and get out of here.
- Ah, we're not singing?
A Metallica song first, yeah.
- All right.
- So, what time is your appointment
with the urologist, tomorrow?
- Three o'clock.
- I'll meet you there after work.
I might get there a little late.
- Oh, that won't be necessary, babe, it's just a checkup.
- Yeah, but it's an important appointment, one year.
- I have a better idea.
Let's pray together.
- We're outta here.
- Yeah.
(both chuckle)
- Almighty and merciful father,
by the power of your command,
drive away from the all form of sickness and disease,
restore strength through my body and joy to my spirit
so that my renewed health, I may bless and serve you
now and forever more, in Jesus name.
- [Both] Amen.
- Just like this, think we're ready to go.
- So, do you think that's gonna be me in 40 years?
- No.
I think that's gonna be you in 10 years.
You already got the ripped stockings, you're halfway there.
- So, did you tell the guys?
- No, I haven't.
- When do you plan to?
- Honestly, I don't know.
- You know it means so much to me
if you would just get it out of the way.
Maybe after Norway, we can move in with granny,
if you want to.
- I want to.
I want nothing more.
I promise, I'll work on telling the guys.
The guys.
The concert, we're late.
We gotta go. (crowd cheering and clapping)
- Hey, Philadelphia,
welcome here to the Rush Theater.
Give it up for Jersey's hottest band, Brass Angels.
(crowding shouting and cheering)
- It's an insane crowd tonight.
There was only one man to thank for the opportunity
to stand here and sing for all of you tonight.
And that is almighty God.
- Going to hell no matter what, just start singing.
- No one told me to wear my church clothes tonight.
- Whatever.
♪ Beyond the rock ♪
(crowd cheering drowns out other lyrics)
♪ The way to heaven ♪
♪ But to get inside ♪
♪ You must have salvation ♪
♪ Repent for your sins ♪
♪ Repent for you and me ♪
(crowd cheering drowns out other lyrics)
(rock music) (crowd cheering)
(sniffing)
- Taking your medication nowadays?
- I don't know what you mean.
- Dude, you know exactly what I mean.
- I was just...
My allergies are killing me, I was just-
- Come on, dude, how long we've know each other for?
We've been friends for like ever
and you're gonna play me from an idiot?
- All right, all right, don't be so fucking loud.
It's just a little something to keep me straight, man.
I forget to take my pills and the heroin keeps me level
when I feel like I wanna fucking slit my fucking wrist.
You're happy now?
- No, of course I'm not fucking happy.
Does you girl know about this?
Dude, she's doing it too?
- No, of course not.
- But she knows about it.
(door creaks)
- Holly shit, you guys could dance tonight.
Yeah. - Thank you, boys.
(indistinct) and ask me for a drink at the bar.
(indistinct)
(all shouting)
- Yeah (laughs).
- Oh my God.
(coughs) (laughing)
(indistinct chattering and laughing)
- Hey (laughs).
Why does everybody go?
The hell!
- Guys, I don't think it's such a good idea
to be drinking in our shows.
Just doesn't look good for our image.
(both laugh)
- That's a good one, dude.
You really had us going there for a second.
- No, no, no, I'm serious.
It just looks bad on a Christian label.
- I'm not a Christian.
I'm pretty sure I'm not signed to a Christian label yet.
- Have you looked around this place?
You're the only Bible person in here.
(glass clinking)
Dude, no one cares. - Nobody cares.
(both laughing)
- Look, I'm not saying you have to quit drinking,
I'm saying, don't drink at any of our shows.
What you do in the privacy of your own homes
is your business.
And I'm the manager of this band,
and I'm laying down the law when it comes to this.
No drinking allowed.
- (laughing) Who the hell does he this he is?
(laughing)
I knew this was gonna happen.
He can't push his beliefs on us.
(laughing)
- I know, all right?
But look, we got this huge opportunity coming up
where I know, we can't do anything about, all right?
The more we give is gonna be huge.
We got an opportunity of a lifetime,
there's nothing we can do about it. And I don't wanna mess this up,
so, fuck him, let's just enjoy tonight,
and then we'll take it into consideration.
- He's gotta find his balls.
We gotta tell the others.
(speaking mockingly)
- We got this by the balls. - We got this by the balls.
- No drinking.
(both speaking mockingly)
Who the fuck does he think he is?
- Cheers to balls?
- Fuck him.
(car boot slams)
- Maybe I'll do the 750 meters swim tomorrow.
Throw some cycling on top of that.
But if I do weight training, I could see Nicolette.
Oh, man, whatever I could give
to have that young gorgeous thing sitting next to me.
She's got the whole package.
Beautiful,
smart,
hot body.
(phone ringing)
Let me guess, it's the wife.
(phone rings)
(exhales deeply)
The way the sweat glistens off Nicolette's bosom.
Maybe I should ask her out for coffee.
Come on, Stan, don't be stupid, you're a married man.
Still it's just coffee.
It's not like I'm cheating or anything, right?
Besides, a woman like that
wouldn't be interested in a guy like me.
(exhales heavily)
(orchestral music)
(crowd clapping and shouting)
- You look amazing.
I missed you.
- But I still have two more shows to do.
So, why don't you go home and get some rest?
I'll meet you at your place,
and I'll have something special for you.
- Only if you want me to.
(orchestral music)
Don't make me wait too long.
(women cheering and clapping) (indistinct shouting)
- Come on, Stan.
Yes, come on, Stan, you can do it.
(shouting and cheering)
(indistinct chattering)
- Hey, you.
- What are you doing here?
- I couldn't miss my (indistinct) first major race.
- Thank you so much for coming.
- And I'm so proud of you.
You did it, look, you lost 20 pounds.
And you finished your first race.
(chuckles)
You know what? I'll take you to a cup of coffee, okay?
- Okay.
(plane whirling)
(rock music) (crowd cheering)
- Great fucking jobs we have. - Yeah.
- We're fucking (indistinct),
right? - Right.
- Hey, did you see the lady in the front row with Pete?
(laughing)
They were the most mismatched pair.
Tits I've seen in my entire life.
- She should've spent as much money on her face
as she did those breasts.
(laughing)
- Cheers, my friend.
We finally agree on something.
- Seriously, boys, aren't we all a bit too old
for titty talk, anyway?
- Hear my good fellow oh gay.
(laughing)
Never too old for titty talk.
You've seen one titty, you've seen them all.
- [Owen] You've never seen any (laughs).
- That's not true, Owen, I've seen a few.
- Seriously.
You're definitely gay.
(all laugh)
- So, what'd you all think of the opening band tonight?
- What's different bloody name writer, brass coop.
Oh, likewise, brass balls.
- Brass Angels, you buffoon.
- I'm glad someone was paying attention.
- Well, at least I'm not an old man
who sleeps with a fucking ball (indistinct).
(all laugh)
- Motherfucker.
- My name is Roxanne and we always spoon together
'cause he helps me sleep at night.
- Gentlemen, let us not lose focus here.
I think I Owen is onto something.
I thought they did an exceptional job tonight,
even though they call themselves a Christian rock band.
And their lead singer, Vik, has an amazing voice.
Oh, and he's legendary in some parts of Europe,
especially Sweden and Denmark.
- Well, they sounded pretty awkward to me.
Never would have known it was a Christian band
if you didn't tell us.
- Oh, you didn't catch onto all the preaching
he did on the stage?
- Well, at least I remembered their band name.
- Will you boys stop bickering
like two prissy little school boys and get serious.
Brass Angel kicked ass on the opener tonight.
And the crowd went absolutely wild for them.
I think you should seriously consider them
for the opening tour.
- We don't even know who they are.
They got lucky we even found them.
And now you're saying we should take them
on the entire tour?
- Fuck.
- A bloody fucking Christian rock band.
- They're clearly not amateurs, Owen.
Our cup of tongue backed out on us two days ago.
And unless we find a new opening act,
we shall have to cancel the entire European tour.
I really dig these boys.
Who's with me?
Show of hands.
One,
two,
three,
four
of loving majority. (glass clinks)
(car honks)
(door knocks)
(door opens)
- Mr. Dietrich. Hey, come on in.
- Hello, Vik. I haven't much time.
Where are the others?
- Well, Mitch and Stew went for a walk
to get some cigarettes.
- Oh, that's too bad.
The boys were greatly impressed by your performance.
The festival brought in a record 20,000 people
from all over the world,
which is why I'm here personally to hand deliver this.
That is a contract for Brass Angel
to open for Grazing Shrapnel in our European tour.
One month, eight countries, 17 performances.
It needs to be signed and returned by next Tuesday.
Oh, and you may consider hiring a manager for your band
to take care of these important business decisions.
This is not something you want to screw up.
- I've gotten us this far, thanks.
- Oh.
Next Tuesday.
Safe travels, gentlemen.
(door slams)
- Did you hear what he said?
This is an amazing opportunity, fellows.
We have a signed contract in our hands.
(laughs)
(plane whirling)
- Hey, Penelope.
Glad to see you're still alive.
(chuckles)
(door opens)
(door bell chimes)
(door barking)
(door knocks) (dog barking)
(door bell chimes)
(dog barks)
- What the...
(dog barks)
Hey, Stew, what's up?
- Hey, douche pants.
Sorry to bother you.
But I think you accidentally put this in my duffel bag.
What the fuck would I want with that?
- Come on in. I'll show you why you need it.
- Nah, dude. I'm good right here.
- Okay, I was just about to light up a joint.
- Okay. Five minutes, that's it.
I'm timing this shit on my watch.
- All right, come on
(door creaks and closes)
Come on in.
(ghostly screams and laughter)
- No fucking way, you're on your own, dude.
- Okay, wait right there, then.
(ghostly voices)
I'll be right there.
(chuckles)
This is gonna blow your mind.
(ghostly voices)
(liquid droplets falling)
(fast footsteps)
(door slams)
(ghostly screams)
Oh, shit.
(door knocks)
- Hey.
(groaning and laughing)
- You don't wanna wake up grandma and Malachi.
- I think I slipped a disc, oh (groans).
- I can make you feel better.
- Oh, Oh.
- Good morning, my dark god.
- And to you, my dark goddess.
- How was Norway?
Was it everything you dreamed?
- Was all right.
- What?
You open for Grazing shrapnel
in front of thousands of fans all over the world,
and it was just, all right.
- You're right.
It was fucking awesome.
(indistinct)
(groans)
I missed you.
- And now that you're back from Norway,
you can have me all that you want.
- I have to talk to you.
- What?
(breathes heavily)
- We were offered a European gig
opening for Grazing Shrapnel.
- And you did tell them that you're not going, right?
- Oh, that's what I wanted to explain to you.
- What the fuck, Mitch?
You're going, aren't you?
You told me that you were done after Norway.
- Well, look, I had a lot of time to think
while I was in Norway, okay?
I want you, you and only you, but I also know that this tour
is an opportunity of a lifetime.
It's everything that we ever worked for.
I can't do that to the guys.
They're more than just band mates to me,
they're like my brothers.
- And what am I supposed to do
while you're off running around the world?
What about us?
- We'll be planning a wedding.
- What?
- Will you marry me?
- Yes.
But only if we have a Halloween wedding.
- Yeah, we get at the ceremony at the pumpkin patch.
- That's where we fell in love.
- Hey.
- Hey, I missed you, (indistinct).
(both talking indistinctly)
(door bell chimes)
(door opens)
- Hi, Stan.
I didn't know you were back.
Come on in.
- Thanks. It's great to be back.
Couldn't wait to see you.
- You really are the sweetest.
- Are those fresh muffins?
- Yeah.
- Hey, listen, I've been thinking a lot today
about you, me, life, I came to a kind of epiphany.
I've still got my bags in the car
and I figured it just felt right coming here instead of...
(door bell chimes)
Well, aren't you gonna answer it?
- Oh Stan, I have to tell you. (door bell chimes)
Okay, I'm coming.
(door opens)
- Hello, gorgeous.
- Hey.
(door closes) - Thank you.
- Hey, boss, what's up?
- Stan, this is Guy.
Guy, this is my good friend, Stan.
- Hey, Stan, heard a lot of cool things about you.
- Yeah.
Hey, I was just on my way out.
So, I'll leave you two love birds alone.
- Nice to finally match the face to the name.
- I wish I could say the same.
- Be careful, Stan.
Call me tomorrow, okay?
I'd love to hear all about your trip.
(door closes)
- Girls, stay right here, I'll be right back.
(car door slams)
- Aria, what the hell are you doing here?
- The better question is,
what the hell are you doing here, Stan?
I passed you on our street and turned around
to try and catch up to you only to follow you here.
I watched you go into that hooker's apartment.
What is this? Some kind of midlife crisis?
She's at least 20 years younger than you.
That she'll be buying a motorcycle or a corvette.
Well, I've got news for you,
she can have your fatalled hairy nose,
picking toe, sniffing, sweaty, stinking ass.
If you want your stuff it'll be on the front lawn.
Otherwise, don't even think about coming back to our house.
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
(car engine revving)
- Well, no, but he only used the (indistinct).
- All right, let's get this meeting started.
But first, I'll open up with a prayer.
Thank you, Father God for bringing us all here together.
Please continue to bless us with your healing hands,
wisdom, and guidance, in Jesus name.
Amen.
Okay, I'm sure Stew will be here any minute.
We have to discuss the European tour offer.
- Well, my first question is,
what are our obligations to the record label?
- Well, here's the contract.
Page three,
paragraph four and five, it's clearly outlined,
we have zero obligations to this or any other tour.
We owe them nothing.
Mitch, you're sticking it out with us, right?
- Heck yeah.
I worked everything out with Celestria.
We're getting married.
- No (laughs).
- Did you just say you're getting married?
- Yeah.
Finally doing it.
(indistinct)
- Marriage is overrated, dude.
- Maybe for you, it is.
I've been married 27 years, I have zero complaints.
Congratulations.
- Congratulations, man.
- God bless you, brother.
- Thank you.
- Okay, so what's the tour lineup?
- What I have is a one month tour opening
for Grazing Shrapnel.
We start off in Denmark.
And we go to Sweden, Holland,
Switzerland, Germany, Spain, France,
and we finish up in England. - Oh man, that's gonna be
- Wow! - Amazing.
- We leave in four weeks.
- Whoa! We better get busy.
- Is anybody gonna have trouble getting off of work?
- Yeah, well, my boss is gonna be pissed.
- You need to have a job to have a boss.
(laughs)
- Exactly.
Which is why it's lucky I got fired two weeks ago.
- Bro, I have a job and a boss,
but I'll make it work somehow. (phone ringing)
- It's about time you called me back.
- Mitch, I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen Stew?
- Wait, what?
- I've tried to call his phone 100 times.
- The last time I saw him,
he was leaving the airport parking lot.
- I don't know what to do.
Something's wrong.
- Are you home?
- Yeah.
- Stay right there, I'm gonna come right over.
Have either of you seen or heard from Stew?
- [All] No.
- I'm gonna go over to Marissa, she's going crazy.
She can't find him.
- Mitch, I'll come with you. We'll take your car.
- Nah, he's probably just drunk and passed out
at cherry wood again.
- Hey, listen, guys.
I got to pick up my girls really in the morning.
So, I'll check in later.
- No problem, brother.
- Hey, Vik,
there's something I really need to talk to you about.
- Not right now, Pete.
I'll catch up with you later.
(car engine roars)
(door closes)
- So, you haven't heard from Stew at all
since we've been back?
- No, the last time that I spoke to Stew,
you guys were about to board the plane back home.
- Let's just think.
Where could he be?
He didn't say he had any stops to make when we last saw him.
- We should call the police.
- No, wait.
He was bitching about some Bible
that he found in his duffel bag
just before we got in the car.
He said that he thought it was Pete's.
- Lord have mercy.
I'll be back.
Mitch, stay here with Marissa,
call the police and file a missing person's report.
Then call and check the local hospitals.
(keys clanging)
- It's gonna be okay.
- It's got to be okay, I can't live without him.
- I know.
- I can't live without him.
- Pete.
(door knocks)
(dog barks) Pete, I know you're home.
(door knocks) (dog barks)
(door opens)
(door closes)
All right, what happened?
- What?
- You know what, tell me what happened to Stew.
- Oh, okay, yeah.
Listen, I don't know what happened to Stew,
but I did see him yesterday.
He came in here all drunk and out of his mind.
He was angry with me because of the Bible
that I put in his duffel bag.
- Then what?
- Nothing.
I brought him downstairs to show him the evidence.
- What evidence?
- That the world is coming to an end.
6606, our last days on this earth.
- He's not the only one out of his mind.
- You'll see.
I was trying to show him why he needed that Bible.
I went into the basement to grab the articles I have,
and he must have gotten freaked out by something
and took off, because when I came back into the room,
I heard the front door slam shut.
- What would have freaked him out?
What was it? You better tell me the truth.
- I think it was the container of fake blood.
Leanne has her craft room above my workroom.
And the dog eats it.
It's the second time she knocked it off the shelf,
the lid pops open, and it spills all over the carpet.
And then it leaks through the floor
and into the ceiling underneath.
- What the heck do you have fake blood for?
- You've seen my basement, it's for my props.
- You better not be pulling my chain.
- Dude, I still got the empty container in the recycle bin.
I'll show it to you.
(chuckles) Believe me, it scared the shit out of me too.
It drips through the ceiling right off of my head.
Imagine the cleanup.
- You would better pray he's okay.
- Look, Vik.
I'm sorry, man.
I should've said something earlier.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Yes, this is she.
My God.
No, no, he doesn't have any enemies that I know of.
Okay.
All right, please do.
That was the Fairfax County Police Department.
They found Stew's car at the Wet Willie,
but they didn't find Stew.
They're towing his car and they're searching it for clues.
- Mitch, we need to drive around some more and look for him.
- Marissa, I can't sit here, I'm gonna go look for him,
are you gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'll stay here with my sister.
I'll call you guys if I hear anything.
Gotta call Stew's ex now and try to explain
why he's not gonna be at the hospital
for Dawn's leg surgery this morning.
- I don't get it.
Wet Willie's almost an hour south in the middle of nowhere,
we played a show there once before.
- Yeah.
(door opens and creaks)
(door creaks and closes)
- Let's go find Stew.
(car doors open and close)
I have to tell you something.
Pete said he saw Stew the day he went missing.
- What? What do you mean?
- He just said, Stew came to his house.
It's a long story, but he swore up and down
that when Stew left, he was very much alive.
And that was the last time he saw him.
- And you believe this?
- I have to ask myself what the good Lord would do.
I wanna give him the benefit of the doubt.
- I think we should call the police.
- Let's just calm down.
What if he really is innocent?
In the meantime, can we just drive up to the Wet Willie
to see what we can find out?
- Vik, Vik, Vik, wait.
He's okay, Stew's okay.
- He is? Oh my God.
But what happened? Where is he?
- He just called me
as soon as you guys left from the rehab hospital.
- Well, what about his car? How did he end up there?
- It's a long story,
but apparently he's been really stressed
and that's how I ended up at Wet Willie's.
Apparently, he got really wasted
and the bartender through him out
after they wouldn't serve him anymore.
When he got out to the parking lot,
this car came out of nowhere and hit him.
- Oh, no. (car tires screeching)
- Well, aside from some bruises and cuts,
he said, he's okay.
- Well, he's lucky to be alive.
- Yeah, I know.
And the car that hit him, sped away.
- Son of a bitches.
- Yeah, freaking bastard.
But someone else witnessed the accident
and called the police.
But Stew took off before they got there
'cause he didn't wanna get busted for having weed on him.
- [Mithch] Oh that's right.
- Yeah, and during his big escape,
he managed to fall eight feet over this fence
and hit his head.
It knocked him out until the next morning.
(laughs)
And then he realized it was the same hospital
he was in before.
So, he took it as a sign from God.
- (laughing) Oh, man, you must be loving this, Vik.
- Well, don't get too excited.
It took him 24 hours to make that phone call to me.
He's gonna be in there for 30 days.
He's not feeling hurt.
He doesn't even really want visitors right now.
- That's okay.
I mean, he's safe, that's all that matters now.
I mean, just give the handsome bastard a kiss from us, okay?
- I will, of course.
I love you guys.
- I guess he really was telling the truth.
- Yeah.
Marissa said that he's gonna be in rehab for 30 days.
Don't we leave for the tour in four weeks?
I mean, he's not gonna be out on time.
- Let's just give the poor guy some time.
I'm sure he'll make it happen somehow.
Have some faith.
- Yeah, he'll find a way.
- You feeling all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I just haven't eaten anything
since like lunchtime yesterday.
Listen, I know this is gonna sound weird,
but can I go to church with you?
When we can pick something up to eat along the way.
- You wanna go to church, with me?
- Yes, I wanna go to church, with you, asshole.
- (laughing) I mean, it's fine by me,
you just took me by surprise.
We can pick up Stan.
- Atheist Stan, wants to go to church?
- Yeah, I think he's having some marital problems with Aria.
You know she kicked him out of the house, right?
- I had no idea.
I mean, I knew they were having problems,
I just didn't think it was that serious.
- Yeah, well, I think this really messed him up.
He's staying in a motel.
When you don't know who to turn to, God is always there.
- Oh, we shall see.
(car engine revving)
(congregation clapping)
- Good evening, brothers and sisters, and welcome.
It is so wonderful to see so many beautiful people
in the house of God tonight.
- Not as beautiful as you.
- Thank you, my friend.
Tonight, we're gonna talk about the true meaning of beauty.
People Magazine names actress, Halle Berry
as one of the 50 most beautiful people.
Now, some of you may question that and say,
what about inner beauty?
Well, according to the Chicago Tribune,
January 30th, 2005,
inner beauty may not be enough these days.
Let's face it,
there's a growing popularity of plastic surgery
just to improve one's appearance.
You see it everywhere.
It's not just in Hollywood,
it's your neighbor,
it's your son's teacher,
it's your doctor,
it might even be your grandmother.
The giving into the circumstance of this growing trend
is simply wanting to look better.
Look better, thus, feeling better.
But the one important message that gets lost,
looking better from God's point of view
starts on the inside,
(congregation clapping) not the outside.
- Amen. Amen.
- And on that breath, I would like to introduce to you
to someone who needs no introduction,
a truly beautiful person herself, inside and out.
Ms. Vera Simone.
(congregation clapping and shouting)
- That's Vera Simone.
- Yeah, she's a friend of mine.
- I don't believe it, she's a legend.
What is she doing here?
- You'll see.
- How's everybody doing tonight?
(congregation shouting and clapping)
How about the sermon from Pastor Bob?
(congregation shouting and clapping)
Priceless words from Pastor Bob.
And talking about beauty,
I'd like to invite a very special friend of mine
to sing a song with us tonight.
Vik, where are you at, brother?
Now, some of you may already know this awesome brother
and his amazing vocal talent.
And during his recent battle with cancer,
he rediscovered his relationship to the Lord.
And he wrote a song about it.
And it's called "The Angel and Butterfly".
And it is my pleasure and my privilege
to sing the song with him tonight,
brothers and sisters, Vik Olkowski.
(congregation cheering) Come on, Vik.
(congregation clapping and shouting)
(instrumental gospel music)
♪ Lord started with him ♪
♪ He came like a thief in the night ♪
♪ He sends me a message ♪
♪ Surrender all to me ♪
♪ I said, Lord, how can I do it ♪
♪ He said, son, I'll show you the way ♪
♪ I said, Lord, I'm not worthy of your loving ♪
♪ He said, son, my child has died for you ♪
♪ An angel and butterfly ♪
♪ I'll send to you ♪
♪ Must not be (indistinct) ♪
♪ Overtaken from you ♪
♪ You say that you love me ♪
♪ Like you say you do ♪
♪ The angel and butterfly I've sent ♪
♪ To help save you ♪
(instrumental gospel music)
(congregation cheering and clapping)
- Thank you, everyone, for your support.
And thank you, Vera,
for singing this very special song with me.
But most of all, thank you, Jesus Christ our Lord and savior
for making all things possible.
(clapping) God bless.
- Give it up for Vik Olkowski.
(congregation shouting and clapping)
- It's a beautiful song. - Dude, where did
that song come from?
- It's just a little something
Mitch and I have been playing around with.
- You guys have been hiding that ballot all along?
- I had no idea he was gonna play it.
- I did nothing.
You guys had never been to church.
- Well, I can't argue with that.
- This place is a palace.
- You haven't seen anything yet.
Come on, I'll show you guys around.
(door opens)
(sensual upbeat music)
- Somebody's been a bad boy.
He's been away too long keeping his dark goddess waiting.
Now he's gonna be punished.
(whip)
Wipe that stupid grain off your face.
(rock music)
Now, you have 10 seconds to take off everything.
And I mean everything.
10, nine,
eight,
seven,
six,
five,
four.
All right, you're taking too long.
Get on the floor.
(rock music)
- (groans) Oh, what the fuck is that?
- You'll only speak when you're told.
(rock music)
- Who's in there.
What's all that noise?
I've got my shotgun and I'll use it.
- [Celestria] Oh hi, grandma, it's just me and Mitch,
we're just cleaning up the attic.
- At this time of night?
For crying out loud,
do I look like I was born yesterday, Jenny?
- [Celestria] No, grandma, it's Celestria.
- Whoever you are,
get your asses back down from there this instant.
I'm telling you, I'll shoot.
- [Celestria] Grandma, it's me, Celestria.
- You just stay right there.
- It's me, your goober bear.
(sniffs)
Come on. Let's go to bed.
(sniffs)
(gasps loudly)
(both laugh)
- Well, good morning to you too.
- I just got off the phone with Dr. Spencer.
- Oh.
And?
Good morning, Junior.
- Hey.
- He said all my cancer markers came back negative
and I am still in remission.
- Oh, thank you God.
- I know. And I'm good until my checkup next year.
So, with that said, I'm gonna grab a cup of that coffee
and do some reading.
- Take advantage of your last day off
before going back to work.
- Yeah.
(clears throat)
There is something I've been needing to talk to you about.
- Excuse me, good morning?
- Whatever.
- We've been offered a deal to open for Grazing Shrapnel
in a month long European tour.
And we leave in four weeks.
- A month?
Are you getting paid for this?
How can you take that kind of time off for work?
- It's the chance of a lifetime.
And yes, we are being paid a flat fee for each show.
All hotel and flight expenses are paid by their promoters.
Sally can run that office all by herself.
- Guess you made up your mind already,
you don't need my permission.
If you tell me right now not to go, then I won't.
- You know that I want to tell you that.
- Come here.
I love you.
- You better.
(metal clangs)
(siren wailing)
(crying)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Stan,
it's Lorraine.
Vik's been in a terrible accident.
Someone hit him on his motorcycle.
He's been flown to the hospital by a helicopter.
He's on a ventilator.
- Oh shit.
Where are you?
- I'm here as the Wilburton Hospital
in the trauma unit with the kids.
- All right, look, I just finished my morning lecture.
I'll be there as soon as I can, all right?
(crying)
(ventilator machine beeping) (door opens)
(door closes)
(ventilator machine beeping)
Lorraine, I'm gonna head back now.
- Thanks so much for coming up, Stan.
(ventilator machine beeping)
- I'm not used to seeing him this way.
- Stan, go home and pray for him tonight.
Can you do that?
- Please call me if anything changes.
- Okay. I will.
(sobbing)
(ventilator machine beeping)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(door opens and creaks)
- Woo.
(panting)
Five miles down.
- [Lorraine] Hi, Stan, it's Lorraine.
He's awake, Vik's awake.
He woke up at about an hour ago.
I tried calling your cell phone, but there was no answer.
It was just the strangest thing.
Junior was playing music on Vik's iPod this morning,
then the nurse came in
and accidentally knocked it off the table.
When the iPod hit the floor, there was a loud crash,
and Vik suddenly opened his eyes.
They're removing his breathing tube
from his throat right now.
So, I gotta go.
I just wanted you to know.
(phone buzzes)
- That's amazing.
Thank you.
Well, I better head up there, then.
But not like this.
(car door closes)
(siren wailing)
- Aria.
Aria!
(siren wailing)
Hey, how are you doing?
So, you were just visiting Vik?
- Yeah, Lorraine called last night,
he's doing much better now.
Really is a miracle that he's okay.
So, I brought Lorraine and the kids some muffins and coffee.
They stayed with him all night.
- That's really nice of you.
- Yeah, well, I have to go.
- Wait.
I miss you and the girls terribly.
- Stan,
I want a divorce.
- What?
Isn't that a little bit overkill?
I mean, we haven't even tried counseling yet.
- We're way past counseling.
I have to go.
I'll drop the girls off this weekend.
- She's gonna come back.
(indistinct)
(siren wailing)
She's gonna turn around.
(siren wailing)
(door opens)
Hey, there's the big guy.
How are you feeling?
- Great.
I'm alive, and that's all that matters, praise Jesus.
The docs tell me I miraculously escaped any major injuries,
just a small break to my tailbone and a tiny,
tiny fracture in my skull.
- The doctor said daddy is a miracle case.
- You're lucky to be alive.
- Oh, don't I know it.
- No more motorcycle riding for you.
- Now, that's your mother talking.
Hey, you just missed Aria.
- Oh yeah, I ran into her down in the parking lot.
It didn't go too good.
But I don't wanna talk about her right now.
- I'm sorry, bro.
Hey, they're talking about letting me out of here
in a few days.
- What? Already?
That's awesome.
(door opens)
- I have your pain medicine, Mr. Olkowski.
(door closes)
Now, this will make you sleepy, try to get some rest.
- Well, I got to get to work.
Plus, I gotta call the boys
and let them know what's going on with you.
Rest up, I'll call you later.
- Yeah, thanks, brother.
- You take care of your dad now.
- You've got nothing to worry about, Stan.
I'll make sure daddy is back to his old self in no time.
(chuckling)
- Call me if you need anything.
- Yeah, I will.
(door opens and closes)
(birds squeaking)
(door bell chimes)
(door opens)
(laughing) - Hey, Lorraine.
- Hey (laughing).
- Where's Vik?
- Oh, he's packing a few more things.
- Vik, you're worse than a woman,
the plane leaves in three hours.
- Hey, what's up? Where's Vik.
- Still packing.
- Oh, come on, dude.
What time is the shuttle bus picking us up?
- It'll be here in a minute.
- What's up, bitches?
(shouting)
What's up?
- Great, man. - Feel great.
- It's so good to have you back, man.
- [Stew] Great to be back.
(door bell chimes)
- [Pete] Hey, Vik, the shuttle bus driver's here.
- How's everybody doing? All right?
- Sammy (laughs).
Glad you made it, brother.
(both laughing)
- Vik knows the shuttle bus driver?
Hey, what'd you do that for?
- 'Cause you're an idiot.
- Guys, I want you to meet Sammy Gallo.
And no, he's not the shuttle bus driver.
He's one of the most reputable
and well-respected band managers in the business.
- Wait, are you Sam the ham Gallo?
- Well, my friends call me that, but you can't.
- Okay, so, we need to get moving.
We can talk more at the airport.
Sammy's coming with us on a two week trial period.
- Vik, we haven't had time
to discuss this amongst ourselves.
Do we have to sign a contract with this guy?
What are his fees?
- Look, he bought his own plane ticket,
and we're not obligated to pay him anything
until we do sign a contract.
Look, we'll have plenty of time to hash out the details
on our travels, okay?
- All right.
- Love you. - Love you.
- Call you when we get there.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
(murmurs)
(laughs)
(door closes)
(plane whirling)
(bright instrumental music) (indistinct chattering)
- Yeah, okay.
- Thank you.
- So, merci, right?
Did I say that right?
(speaks in foreign language)
- To Brass Angels' new manager.
Thanks for sticking it out with us, Sammy.
Cheers. - Cheers.
(glasses clinking)
(plane whirling)
- Tommy, it's this house here on the right.
- You got it, Mr. Gallo.
(indistinct)
- All right. - Yeah, bro.
(groaning)
(car door closes)
- Nice.
- Get yourself some much needed rest.
I'll be in touch in a couple of days.
- Thanks for everything, Sammy, really.
- Hey, come on, it's my job.
(hits car)
- Okay, Tommy, let's go home.
(car engine revving)
(piano gospel music)
♪ Lord started with him ♪
♪ He came like a thief in the night ♪
♪ He sends me a message ♪
♪ Surrender your all to him ♪
♪ I said, Lord, how can I do it ♪
♪ He said, son, I'll show you the way ♪
♪ I said, Lord, I'm not worthy of your loving ♪
♪ He said, son, my child has died for you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The angel and butterfly ♪
♪ I send to you ♪
♪ Must not be (indistinct) ♪
♪ Overtaken from you ♪
♪ You say that you love me ♪
♪ Like you say you do ♪
♪ And an angel and a butterfly I've sent ♪
♪ To help save you ♪
- I could barely hear the bass drum.
- Vik, that special effect
makes you sound like a freaking robot.
- Look, I'll work on this other stuff tomorrow.
Meanwhile, we should just take the rest of the night off.
You guys have been here every day this week.
We're tired and we're frustrated.
- All this time that we've spent here
has been a waste, okay?
A complete waste.
I haven't seen my girl all week,
that's why I'm leaving this shit.
- And that's my cue to leave, peace.
- Leaving what?
- Look, I'm just tired.
- Leaving what?
- Brass Angel, the music scene.
I'm tired, dude.
I just wanna settle down now.
I love you guys, but I'm sick of the bullshit.
- You can't leave the band,
we're signed to a record label now.
- I looked into it before I signed the contract.
I'm under no obligation to stay on as a member of the band.
No one is.
- Okay, if that's the way you want it, so be it.
But if that vampire ripped your heart out
and eats it for breakfast, we won't take you back.
(phone ringing)
- Who the fuck is calling me?
- Hey, sorry to wake you, dude.
Celestria broke it off to me, man.
Just like that, we're over.
- Wait,
why?
- She said she couldn't handle another rocker in her life
and that Malachi needed a stable father figure.
- That bitch wouldn't know stable
if (indistinct) in the vagina.
- I don't know, man.
I broke a promise.
I was supposed to leave the music scene after Norway.
I mean, who was I kidding? I feel like such a jerk.
And she said (sobbing)...
She said that she met someone while we were on tour.
(indistinct)
- She's damaged, dude.
You gotta let her go.
Why don't you take (indistinct) and try to get some sleep.
- Yeah, you're right.
- We have band practice in a couple of days,
you'll be able to think clearer, once you get some rest.
- I know, but- - Trust me.
You get some sleep, okay?
- Okay.
- Call you later.
- Yeah.
Fuck.
(congregation clapping)
- All right.
I wanna thank you all so much for coming out tonight.
God bless you all and have a great weekend.
(congregation clapping)
- I feel so much better after being here.
And to think, just 48 hours ago,
I was nearly on my death bed.
- Yes, dude told us what happened at practice yesterday.
Sucks, what she did to you.
I was afraid to bring it up.
- I just think she just needed an excuse, that's all.
It's just a matter of time
before she found some other schmuck to piss on.
- But Jesus loves you and so do we.
Let's get some grab, I'm starving.
- I'm gonna pass on the grab.
Meeting Aria.
It's not what you think,
she just agreed to go to counseling.
- That's still a breakthrough.
- Yeah, but we're still separated.
- Keep at it brother, you're headed in the right direction.
- And have I got an amazing contract for you guys,
but I wanna go over it carefully with all of you.
First, you got that extended European tour,
but this time, Brass Angel is the headlining act.
- Wow!
Sammy (laughs).
I'm speechless! - Wow was right.
(laughs)
But what's even better,
the deal I got pays double the amount
you made on the last tour,
plus airfare, hotel, food,
and exclusive interview with WJBR,
which is like the biggest radio station in Germany.
- Yeah. All right, I'll get everybody there.
- You gotta be there at seven o'clock sharp tonight.
You hear me? - Okay. - I'll be waiting
for you with bells on.
Seven sharp, you got it.
- All right.
See you then.
(laughing)
(birds squealing)
(door knocks)
(door creaking)
- Hi.
I missed you.
Do you want some company?
- What the fuck, man?
I told him to wait outside for us.
- Check out Gail, psycho roommate.
(car door opens)
(car door slams)
(rock music)
(door knocks)
- Dude, what the fuck are you doing?
You're supposed to be waiting outside for us.
(rock music)
(door knocks)
What's this?
No (screaming and crying).
Wake up, please.
Wake up!
(rock music)
(screaming)
Why did you do this?
- Oh, God help us.
(crying)
- Call for help.
Somebody do something.
- I am.
♪ To help save you ♪
(rock music) (crying)
(police radio talking indistinctly)
- Everybody out. Let's go.
79 at dispatch.
Send in the paramedics.
First for (indistinct).
(police radio talking indistinctly)
(door closes) (sirens wailing)
- Really sorry, guys.
There's nothing we could do for either of them.
They were gone for a while.
- And you thought your God could save you.
- Things happen, I can't even explain.
- I can't believe this is happening.
(police radio talking indistinctly)
- Hello, gentlemen.
My name is Detective Combs.
I'm working with the Warrantee County Police Department.
Sorry about your friend.
But I need to ask some very important questions
about this evening.
- And what would you like to know?
- I bet you don't make the shot anyway.
I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll bet this watch.
This is a Rolex.
I'll bet it against your watch.
You know how I got this?
Guy in the lobby said, "You wanna buy a watch?"
I said, "What kind is it?"
He says, "I don't know, the guy's still wearing it."
(both laugh)
Sammy, hold it, I don't mean to break your balls, all right?
- Yeah.
- You're gonna let me use this girl in a gig or not?
That's what I'm here for.
- Look, Carlo, here's the...
(door bell chimes)
Finally.
Hopefully, these are my guys, they're really late.
- Sammy, you turn me down, you got a problem.
When I go back to the boys
and I tell him you turned me down,
they ain't gonna talk so nice to you
like I am, you understand?
You got a big problem, pal.
- Look, Carlo, I appreciate your friendship.
I know-(door bell chimes)
Jesus! Cheryl.
Cheryl, Cheryl, are you gonna get that?
Come on, I'm waiting for these guys,
Cheryl, where are you?
Jesus Christ. - All right, I'm getting it.
- The thing is, Carlo,
this band I got, these guys who reunited,
I mean, they're red hot in Europe now.
And this is my chance for my big final show, my comeback.
I go out in style.
And these guys, they're really good guys,
and they got something magical,
but I got to be right on top of them.
They're kind of shaky here and there,
you understand what I mean?
Who's got this problem. Who's got that.
And I gotta really reign them in.
You see, I gotta concentrate on them, not Atlantic City.
- No, no, no. - So, please, no, come on.
Can't you please respectfully tell him, I just can't do it.
- What about all the years of our friendship?
- Thank you (indistinct).
Could you do me a favor?
I'm a little concerned, could you try to track down Vik?
Could you call him for me, please?
- Of course, honey. - Please. Thank you sweetie.
- Vik is not gonna help you, pal,
I'm gonna tell you right now.
You're out of order, you made a big mistake, yeah.
- Me? - Yeah.
All the years of friendship, what happened to that?
- Excuse me.
Look, Pete, (chuckles) the guys aren't here yet,
just have a seat, I wanna introduce you
to one of my oldest and dearest friends, Carlo Capozzoli.
- Who the fuck is Pete? Your muscle.
- Oh, I got it wrong.
Ben Franklin lookalike to harassee here, right?
What am I doing?
No, this is one of my finest musicians.
Actually, Carlo was just leaving, but not until I that same-
- Oh, now you've got me leaving?
- Well, yeah, but the first I gotta-
- I leave when I wanna leave, pal.
- Understood, but first, I gotta sync this April.
What is it, sweetheart? - Stan just called, and he's running late.
And it's no answer on Vik's phone.
(speaks in foreign language)
- (indistinct) get somebody.
- (murmurs) Yeah, it's for looking, it's for looking.
- Great shot.
You look like Ray Jones.
(indistinct)
(laughs)
- Story of my life, huh?
- Yep.
(police radio talking indistinctly)
- Thank you for your cooperation, gentlemen.
I'm gonna stick around and finish this investigation,
but I'll be in contact with you if I need anything else.
Sorry about your friends, again.
- Come on, I'll take you home. (loud siren)
- There you all are.
I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everything
that everyone ever did for Mitchy.
- We didn't do anything.
We couldn't even save his life.
- Stew,
Mitch was in denial.
He didn't want to admit that he had an illness.
Playing guitar, that kept him alive for so many years.
His issues were bound to resurface.
And in the end, there wasn't anything you or I
could have done for him.
I have to go in now.
But please, celebrate Mitch's life memory.
That's what he would've wanted.
- What are we supposed to do without Mitchy?
- Just what Mrs. Jean told us to do.
Celebrate his life.
- It's Friday, karaoke night at the old cherry wood.
Let's go and celebrate Mitch's life.
Just what he'd like to do on a Friday night.
Karaoke at his favorite place, singing his favorite songs.
- I'm in.
Let's do it.
- Me too.
- Okay. But I'm not singing.
I can't see so.
(laughing)
- Let's go.
(phone ringing)
(groaning)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- Hey, Vik, it's Scott. Sorry if I woke you.
- No, no, not at all.
What's up?
- First, let me say,
I am so sorry to hear about Mitch's passing.
- Thanks, brother.
Yeah, we saw the flowers you sent his mother.
- I'm actually in Vienna visiting family right now,
but I had to call you with some uplifting news.
I just found out that Brass Angels U.S. sales
have soared to over 10,000 in just one week
following Mitch's death.
- What did you just say?
- Over 10,000 in U.S. sales.
That's not all.
Internet downloads have skyrocketed,
especially for The Angel and Butterfly,
and Brass Angel's last album has hit number three
on the billboards in Europe.
- I don't know what to say, Scott.
I guess, I should be happy.
- That's okay, I get it.
Look, nothing can bring Mitch back.
His life is worth more than all the CD sales
and fame in the world.
I got to get to a teleconference.
But call me anytime, and God bless.
- God, you work in some mysterious ways.
(solemn instrumental music)
- I really want to thank all of you for coming out.
I was saving Mitch's ashes for a day,
a special day just like this.
Fall was always his favorite season,
and Halloween, his favorite holiday.
It was in this pumpkin patch
that he and Celestria had their first date,
and they fell madly in love.
He was the happiest I've ever seen him.
And I want to remember him that way.
I know that this is the perfect place
for Mitch and Celestria's final resting place.
(instrumental rock music)
- Okay, Tommy, take us home.
Way to go, Tommy, always likes a little excitement.
- [Director] Action.
(door creaks)
(Celestria laughing) - Who's laughing?
- I make her laugh (indistinct).
(whip)
- [Man] Oh, fuck.
(laughing)
- Right in the nuts.
(indistinct talking and laughing)
- We got a full (indistinct).
(clapping and laughing) Cut.
- So, this old man is 90 years old,
his friends send a hookah to his apartment.
She knocks on the door, he opens the door,
she opens her bra and she said,
"I'm here to give you a super sex."
He says, "All right, I'll take the soup."
(laughs loudly)
- Yes. - Huh! what?
- Go back to bed, Lorraine.
- (chuckling) What?
- It's okay, go back to sleep.
- I see you're all up this morning (laughing softly).
Everybody is up this morning so.
(indistinct)
(laughing) Look, get outta here.
(laughing)
- [Director] Cut.
- [Man] (indistinct) shirt lifter from way back.
(all laugh loudly)
- What the fuck is a bloody shirt lifter?
(laughing)
- [Director] Set to start, back out.
- As she lasts, let it go.
Just keep going, damn it, it's natural.
Fucking eight.
(indistinct talking)
It is the dialogue.
- [Celestria] I gotta get him do it right.
- I did it 100% right. I'm the fucking best.