Oh, fuck!
Okay. Okay.
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
- Shh, shh-- It's okay, I'm here. - ( grunts )
I'm here.
Fuck! Fuck!
Okay, shh, don't move. We're gonna get you help, okay?
Fucking, fucking, fucking motherfucker! Fuck!
# Bring on the ugly, bring on the shit #
# You bring me something that I just can't fix #
What?
# If I make you ugly #
# It might do the trick #
# No one can fix you #
- Is she all right? - # You make me sick #
- Tracy... - # You bring out the worst in me #
# And you bring out the hate in me #
# My rap is something you can say #
# Now you're ugly. #
Shit.
Hey, I thought that was you, man, what's up?
- Nothing. - Where's Tracy?
- I don't know. - What, you got in another fight?
- Yeah. - You guys!
I just came from this lame-ass party over at Cherokee. I'm just going home.
I'm going home too.
All right, man. See you later.
Hey! Get in!
- What? - Come on, I'll give you a ride home.
Get in the car.
You can picked up for prostitution
the way you're walking around in your stupid hood.
When I was in high school,
my mom wanted me to work in one of those burger joints.
- Really? - Yeah.
But I told her I'd rather put a cigarette out in my eye.
I mean, think about it, Nick.
How many times could you actually say,
"Hi, welcome to Burger Bastards, how may I help you?"
"Would you like a drink with that?"
"Hey! Did you try our new fajitas?"
It wouldn't be long until I just snapped!
Then some day, some foolio drives up and asked me to "hold the pickles."
I'd just lunged through that window with a French fry scoop in my hand
and I just rammed those fucking pickles right down his throat.
Jacki, you just missed my turn!
- (laughs ) - Fuck!
Next thing you know, I'm standing in front of some judge
with this court-ordered attorney pleading
the "special orders do fucking upset us" defense.
Yeah, great. Listen, flip a bitch at this light, will you?
- I'm fucking tired. - But it'd be worth it.
You know why, Nick?
-You're a fucking idiot, you know that? - Because when shit like that happens,
it's never about the pickle.
Okay, that's good.
Animal, that's enough!
What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna kill him!
Fucking asshole!
I gotta pee.
Jacki's voice: Okay, a murderer, a rapist,
and a dyke walk into a tattoo shop.
Oh, God. Please, a little help here!
I need a sign, man.
Just a little something to tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do.
# Bring on the ugly #
# Bring on the shit #
# You bring me something #
# That I just can't fix #
# If I make you ugly #
# It might do the trick #
# No one can fix you #
# You make me sick #
# You bring out the worst in me #
# And you bring out the hate in me #
# My rap is something you can say #
# Can't see you comin' #
# But we feel you leave #
# Don't see your own messes #
# You don't feel the grief #
# When you bring on the ugly #
# When you bring on the shit #
# You bring me something #
# That I just can't fix #
# You bring out the worst in me #
# And you bring out the hate in me #
# My rap is something you can say #
# Now you're ugly #
# Did I take revenge on my broken brother? #
# Shall I make amends? #
# Should I even bother? #
# Did he pay the price for so many others? #
# 'Cause I don't feel a thing for that sick motherfucker! #
# You bring out the worst in me #
- # And you bring out the hate in me # - You fucked up, homeboy.
# My rap is something you can say. #
Would you let me help you?
- I'll cook us something. - Will you just stop, please stop!
I'm sorry. I'm gonna go get some air, okay?
( rock music playing )
Hey, babe.
Oh, Jesus.
What the fuck?
You're just making this worse by avoiding her.
You can't--
I feel like Tracy is just hiding from me.
And Faith, oh my God! Man, sometimes I catch her looking at me,
Iike she expects me to shatter.
I fucking hate it.
And my brother...
I love him, but...
we don't even know what to say to each other.
Did he tell you why he was in prison?
Yeah.
You what I remember most about that night?
My brother beating our stepfather to death
in my bed with me still in it.
I wish I'd had a big brother like Animal.
I was eight years old--
I remember...
watching this movie--
I don't remember what it was called, but...
Bobby Darin was in it.
And he was playing his guitar in some army hospital.
And I tried so hard to pretend that he was singing to me,
and that I was there,
so I didn't have to be where I was.
I watched a lot of movies like that.
I just-- I don't want people to feel sorry for me.
I mean, I feel like a freak.
You're just kids, for Christ's sake.
They're the freaks, man.
You know...
Sal, I know it sounds stupid,
when you say it out loud
you know, or corny, whatever, but it's true, man.
Music was the one thing that helped me.
When I play, I feel...
Safe.
Yeah.
Wow!
I think I need to go beat the fuck out of my drums.
Yeah, you do.
# Every six minutes someone says "no" #
# Every six minutes she gets ignored #
# It's not what you're wearing #
# It's not where you've been #
# The fact that they think so #
# Tells you something about sin #
( mumbling )
# Tells you something about sin. #
# Every six minutes #
# Someone says "no" #
# Every six minutes #
# She gets ignored #
# It's not what you're wearing #
# It's not where you've been #
# The fact that they think so #
# Tells you something about sin #
# Every six minutes #
# A woman cries #
# Because every six minutes #
# Her pleads are denied #
# No one's asking for it #
# It's no woman's even desire #
# That fact that they think so #
# Is a man-made liar #
# The passing oftime #
# Have bring me closer to me #
# 'Cause I got love and justice #
# That keeps you free #
# I've got.38 special #
# Reasons at my side #
# Face the ultimate "no," big boy #
# This time I'll decide #
# If I had a bullet #
# For every six minutes #
# I know just where to put it #
# Every six minutes #
# Running your heart #
# Running your brain #
# Maybe I gotta start #
# Just might ease my pain #
# The passing of time #
# Brings you closer to me #
# 'Cause I got love andjustice #
# That keeps you free #
# I've got.38 special #
# Reasons at my side #
# Face the ultimate "no," big boy #
# This time, I'll decide #
- # If I had a bullet # - # Every six minutes #
# I'd know just where to put it #
# Every six minutes #
- # If I had a bullet # - # Every six minutes #
- # I'd know just where to put it # - # Every six minutes #
- # Every six minutes #
- # Every six minutes. #
Hi, Daddy, it's me.
I think there's something wrong with my car.
You know, the clutch or the brakes or something.
If you could put some extra money in my account this week?
Okay. Thanks, Daddy. I love you. Bye.
Fuck!
( rock music playing )
I see you finally got yourself a roadie.
Well, yeah.
Well, my mom told I'd hurt
my female parts hauling all that gear, so there you go.
Listen, now.
Did you ever think about wearing a dress?
I think about a lot of things, Chuck,
but that's definitely not one of them.
Well, that's too bad,
I think you'd look good in a dress. Pretty.
I think you'd look pretty in a dress too, Chuck.
Well, l-- I should have your contract wrapped up in a week or so.
Sounds great. We're psyched. Thanks.
Well, I think that deserves a hug.
Huh?
( forced laugh )
Okay, that's good, Chuck, thanks.
Right, right. Sorry.
- All right. Well, I'll see you. - See you.
Where the fuck is Tracy?
Can't keep pretending to tune this guitar.
We're gonna have to go on without her.
Well, that'll sound like shit.
- What the fuck are we supposed to do? - Hey!
It's nice of you to fucking show up.
Tracy: Okay.
- Thanks, Mom. - Think you can take it from here?
Nee-nee-me-nee!
# Even the drugs look good on you #
# Hey, pretty, pretty... #
# You fuck a rock and roll star #
# You're a gorgeous mess #
# A mess that's gone too far #
# Hey, pretty, pretty #
# Oh, pretty #
# Oh, pretty, oh, pretty #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah... #
# Oh! #
Hey, Tracy. It's been a long time.
- How are you? - Looking good.
Yeah? I could be a lot better.
Hey!
Here, try this.
Oh, shit! Okay. Incoming student, be nice.
- Hi, Faith! - Hi!
Great show! Dude, you guys are so good!
But you know what, you would be really good,
if all of your songs were faster and louder.
( laughing )
- Okay. Go home, and practice. - Practice?
- Slow, yeah! - Slow.
- Okay? - Yeah!
- Okay, bye guys. - All right.
I don't have any money on me right now.
Come on, Johnny, I could pay you on Monday!
- You know better than that. - Johnny, come on, man!
You know I'm good for it. You know I'm good for it.
Johnny, come on, I'll give you my bass.
Jesus, Tracy.
C'mon, what you want from me? Please, give me a break!
( rough zipping )
Oh, fuck you.
All right. All right.
Ah, fuck!
Don't fucking come in my mouth, all right?
(bottles rattling )
Hey!
Tracy!
What the fuck are you doing, man?
- I'm going home. - No, you're not.
No, you are not. You're coming back in there with me.
Chuck is in there. You're going to come back into the club and pretend
you actually give a shit about this band for about five minutes.
I got to get the fuck out of here, okay?
- ( retching ) - Oh, Jesus!
Jesus, Tracy!
Could you be any more low rent?
Oh, Jacki. I think I need help.
Fine.
Here.
Go home.
No, Jacki! I mean--
Jacki's voice: Okay, Chuck!
Let's see what you've got here.
All right. All right, all right.
Ifthe recording budget is low, let's say, $10,000,
that means I'm supposed to quit.
No, wait. Come on, now. Let's be fair here.
Less than $7,000.
Well, I mean, unless of course, they offer really good tour support,
then it means, I should not quit.
Shit! Ow!
Oh, no!
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Okay, when I pull it out, if it's the right side up,
that's an omen that I should keep going.
If it's upside down, I'm out of here. So long. Thanks for the trip!
Oh, yeah! Okay, here we go.
$2,000!
That motherfucker!
Fuck, I should have known!
I should have fucking known! That motherfucker!
Oh, are they fucking kidding me?!
( electric guitarplaying, indistinct singing )
I just wrote that last night. What do you think?
Look at that. We're out of time.
Okay, okay, so, I'll-- I'll see you next week?
Yes. Yes, you will.
- Yeah! - All right.
Okay.
Remember the other night, at your gig?
- Yeah. - And you played, and I was there, and--
Um... yeah?
That was really cool.
Rock on!
- Rock, oh yeah. - Okay.
Practice and rock.
Okay.
- What the-- uh, shit! - ( laughing )
Hey! Stop, you little runts!
( tires screeching )
# They say it's lonely at the top #
# Let me tell you, man, it kills at the bottom #
# Well, you will never hear your name #
# Ifno one knows you, how can you be forgotten? #
# O-oh, o-oh... #
Oh, baby, come on!
It's gonna be okay.
You all right?
# One and one and one make three #
# For everyone but not for me #
# Is there something that I can't see? #
# Is this what I was meant to be? #
# O-oh, o-oh... #
# They say it's lonely at the top #
# Let me tell you, man, it kills at the bottom. #
( car approaching )
( car door closes )
- Hey. - Hey.
Isn't it a little late in the day for you to be drinking water?
- Where's Sally? - She just stopped to get gas.
I got to talk to you.
What?
You're weirdin' me out, what?
I'm in love with you, Jacki. Let's make out.
Come on, before Sally gets here.
Fuck!
All right. I've been going to meetings.
AA meetings?
AA, NA, all the A's, you know?
Wow.
I thought something seemed different about you.
I thought, "What'd she do, wash her hair?
Finally clean her clothes? Get a forehead?"
I know, man, I fucked up. I know I fucked up.
- ( car door closes ) - Yep, you did.
Hey, I got 17 days clean, man. I know it's not a lot, but--
It's great, man. Seriously, that's great.
Jacki: Trace, Sally, listen.
I can't do this anymore, you guys.
I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you.
- I told you. - That's bullshit!
It has everything to do with us!
You think I don't spend time feeling sorry for myself?
Jesus, you guys, how many more signs do you need?
- It's over. - We just got an offer.
It wasn't an offer, Sally. That was an insult.
I'm sorry. You just don't understand.
Fuck you, Jacki.
I wake up every morning
and I have to think of a reason to get out of bed.
Nothing makes sense.
The only thing that I do understand, the thing that I know...
is I want to be here.
I spent half of my life here, or some place just like it.
- I'm tired. - So, wait, wait a minute.
Let me get this straight. You--
I've spent so many fucking hours with you for so many years in this room,
and that all it was to you, it was just like, band practice?
But, Jacki, I know you don't think I give a shit about anything,
but I do care about this.
That's the only fucking thing I've ever been good at.
It's the only time I feel anything-- I mean, real, anyway.
This is my family.
I just-- I can't do it! It's just not happening.
Besides, I can't deal with playing with some stranger.
She's not going to be a stranger. You'll play lead.
I can't play lead.
Jacki, you can't sing either-- that never stopped us.
Come on, man, we'll be a power trio.
Hey, Jacki.
If you quit, what are you going to be?
I know what Faith would say, she'd say, "shut the fuck up, and play."
What is this, the rock and roll intervention?
- (knocks on door ) - ( humming )
( Chuck laughs maniacally )
This fucking atmosphere is electric! Big night, right?
Hey, Jacki, did you bring the contract?
Sure did, Chuck.
Right on.
( faint splattering )
Rock and roll, right, ladies? Huh?
Huh?
Big guy. Roadie.
( flushing )
Jacki: There you go, Chuck.
What the hell is this?
It's my pee.
( laughing )
You fucked up, Jacki.
That's the best offer you're ever going to get.
Rock and roll! Right, Chuck!
Jacki: Enjoy the show, man.
You must've pissed her off!
You look good, man. Come on.
Thank you.
( crowd cheering )
Man: Rock and roll!
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
put your hands together for Clamdandy! Yeah!
This is for Faith.
Yeah! Whoo!
# Punk rock girl says, "Can't you play a little faster? #
# I only like the music when it goes real fast" #
# Punk rock girl says, "Can't you play a little louder? #
# Just a little louder 'cause I like it like that" #
# Punk rock girl says, "lf you want to speak to me #
# You better say it loud and you better say it fast" #
# Punk rock girl, she don't want to hear no slow songs #
# She don't see the point in crap like that #
# One, two, three, four! #
( moans )
# Lick me #
# Punk rock girl says, "Can't you play a little faster? #
# I only like the music when it goes real fast" #
# Punk rock girl says, "Can't you play a little louder? #
# Just a little louder, 'cause I like it like that!" #
# Punk rock girl says, "lf you want to speak to me #
# Then you better say it loud and you better say it fast" #
# Punk rock girl says, "The music doesn't move me #
# It only kicks my ass when it goes real fast!" #
Jacki's voice: I know, I know,
I'm a 40-year-old woman chasing a teenage dream.
But you know what? It all comes down this.
These 40 or 50 minutes of playing live a few times a month.
# Now I dream on the radio #
# Asking, "Where's my guy? Did he fuck up?" #
# No one thought we'd see this day #
# When we all thought he dropped away #
# The rich orpoor, right or left #
# Black and white died the same death. #
Jacki's voice: At the end ofthe day, when all is said and done,
you got your band, you got your family, and you got your friends.
- # It's a beautiful planet # - And if you're really lucky...
# It's a wonderful life #
...they're all one and the same.
#...and after the bar bash #
# I'm having a party all by myself #
# I'd invite the world, but everyone's dead #
# Shall I comb my hair? Shall I wait on guests? #
# It gets any later, just wait on death! #
Jacki's voice: All my life, all I ever wanted to be
- was a rock and roll star. # It's a beautiful planet #
- Instead, I'm a musician... - Crowd: It's a wonderful life!
-...just some chick in a band. - # It's a beautiful planet #
- And you know what? - Crowd: It's a wonderful life!
It's fucking cool!
( rock music playing )
# My life is three chords so let me finish #
# Waited too damn long for my 15 minutes #
# Got a skinhead on my couch, ex-junkies in my bed #
# Roadies passed out on the floor, the fun that never ends #
# It's true, it's true, I'm poor but I'm happy #
# It's true, it's true, I'm broke but I'm fine #
# It's true, it's true, I'm poor but I'm happy #
# It's true, it's true, 'cause all this nothing is mine #
# Love don't last, won't dig that hole #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# No record deal, won't sell my soul #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# Love don't last, won't dig that hole #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# No record deal, won' t sell my soul #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# Nothing used to matter except half past three #
# And the sweet, sweet taste of infidelity #
# Forget about what's right when being wrong is much more fun #
# Down and out in Hollywood, that's how the game is won #
# It's true, it's true, there's a hole livin' in my heart #
# It's true, it's true, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
# It's true, it's true, there's a hole livin' in my heart #
# It's true, it's true, she was bad, bad, bad #
# Love don't last, won't dig that hole #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# No record deal, won't sell my soul #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# Love don't last, won't dig that hole #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# No record deal, won't sell my soul #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
( instrumental break )
# Love don't last, won't dig that hole #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# No record deal, won't sell my soul #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# Love don't last, won't dig that hole #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll #
# No record deal, won't sell my soul #
# They all complain and prey for rock and roll. #