( radio static and tuning whine )
( rock music playing )
You've got the talent, you've got the looks.
But you can't quite seem to make it.
What you need is a manager.
Now, there's good and there's bad,
and they'll drive you crazy, but all you really want
is for them to live up to their side of the bargain.
( wild electric guitar plays )
( thudding )
( band plays rock song )
( guitar solo )
Hey, Mitch.
Hey, Nicole.
( sighs )
What I wouldn't give to play the guitar like him.
NICOLE: He better be good.
Jason spends more time with his guitars
than he does with me.
That's a mistake I'd never make.
( guitar solo continues )
Hold it, hold it, hold it!
How am I supposed to play if I can't hear myself?
Just give me the volume.
I'll worry about the feedback.
Moron. All right.
You guys sound tight.
Hey, baby.
How's my guitar god?
I thought I told you to wait in the dressing room.
I like watching you play.
Is that a problem?
What's this?
What's wrong?
It's a crack.
Oh, that's not...
Yeah. It's a freaking crack.
Maybe you should stop scamming on my girlfriend
and pay attention to what you're doing.
( sighs )
Why, it's barely a hairline crack.
Purely cosmetic.
Won't affect the tonality at all.
Great.
I think it adds character--
like a battle scar.
But if your boss don't agree
you bring it back
and I'll give you fair market value for it.
What's this?
This, uh... sheet music.
Now that is a real rarity.
I've never seen music written like this.
Jimi Hendrix's last song.
He wrote it the very night he died.
Apparently, the police found it
laying next to his cold body in that London flat.
Come on.
Difficult to play, too.
Why, I've tried.
Just as well, though, because
I'm told that if a fella ever were to play
the "Hendrix Blues"
he'd conjure the devil himself.
Give me a break.
( laughing ): Okay, okay.
I had you going for a while, though, huh?
No. The music's a fake, anyway.
How do you know
it's a fake?
Well, Hendrix couldn't even read music
let alone write it, and lookie here--
here's the other giveaway.
Look at this notation here.
See, this is a coda.
It means "go back and repeat."
Now, there's one at the beginning
and there's one at the end.
The song's an endless loop.
Bad craftsmanship. Sloppy.
Not like Jimi at all.
I'll give you 50 bucks for it.
Whoa, now.
50 bucks and a promise
that if you ever do master the "Hendrix Blues"
you come back and play it for me sometime.
Deal.
( plays wailing blues melody )
Good night, San Francisco!
JASON: Funky tune.
Oh, Jason.
I'm sorry.
Uh, I took the guitar to the repair shop today.
I wanted to see how it sounded.
It sounds great, Mitch.
Uh, they said it was just a battle scar.
Yeah, well, let me be the judge of that.
Pack up the rest of these guitars
before you break something else.
MAN: Jason Astor?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to give you a start.
That's all right.
Uh, you just missed Jason.
Oh, I heard the guitar, and I thought, uh...
You mean to say that was you?
Yeah.
Wow! That was fantastic playing!
Thanks.
When are you going to add it to the set list?
That song was absolutely fantastic.
Well, to tell you the truth
I just take care of the guitars, man.
I'm not part of the band.
You're kidding me.
Well, then, you don't have
the right management working for you.
Yeah, right.
I haven't got any management working for me.
Well, then, it seems that our meeting is fortuitous.
Simon Rathmore.
Iscariot Talent.
MITCH: What do you want from me?
I'm just a guitar tech who can hack out a few chords.
Look
I've been off the beaten path before.
I went to a cow town in Texas.
I found Stevie Ray Vaughn.
I saw Kurt Cobain playing
to a bunch of loggers in Washington state.
Now, they were raw
but they had the desire.
No, you want Jason.
Why do you give him so much credit, Mitch?
You should see the way the crowd tenses
when he strangles a note on one of his solos.
It's like they're
spellbound, you know? You should see--
Mitch...
that could be you up there.
Why are you polishing his boots
when he's up there living your dream?
Don't fear success.
Don't fear your desires.
You should see the way his girlfriend looks at him.
You like her, don't you?
Well, she could be yours.
I mean, just visualize that.
Well, I'm in a position at Iscariot
to help you realize your potential.
Now, if you sign with us
we would do everything in our power
to make things happen for you.
Nobody's ever believed in me before.
Oh, I have faith in you, Mitch.
I just want you to have faith in me.
I guess we have a deal, then.
Indeed we do.
( playing bluesy guitar solo )
MAN: Good lick!
Nice.
That was really great, Mitch.
JASON: Well, listen to the boy go.
Just warming her up for you.
Oh, relax.
Let's have a little fun.
Show me what you got.
( plays bluesy lick )
( plays similar lick faster )
That's nice.
( plays low end scales )
You've been practicing.
Yeah.
( plays heavy metal guitar solo )
Uh, is that it?
Hey, you don't even want to go there.
Hmm.
( plays rapid-fire descending chord progressions )
( plays fast ascending ) progressions )
( giggling )
MAN: Unbelievable.
Um, look, man, I'm sorry.
I-I just got kind of carried away there.
Get these re-strung.
Yeah.
And then get out.
What?
Tonight's your last show.
You're fired.
MAN: That is hard core.
I'll talk to him.
That's too bad.
MAN: Let's get to work.
All right. Yeah.
Uppity bastard.
I need this job, Simon.
This small-time thinking has to stop.
You have to believe in your talent.
What good is talent when nobody knows who you are?
Rome wasn't burned in a day.
We just need to get you in front of an audience.
Showcase your talent.
You'll set the house ablaze.
( booing )
Where is he?
He's coming.
What a diva.
I'm sorry you got fired.
Yeah, well, I guess I asked for it.
I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.
Oh, don't be.
I like the way you play.
All right, let's rock and roll.
( booing continues )
Here we go.
Gentlemen?
Oh! Damn it, damn it.
Jason, Jason, are you okay?
Damn it, damn it.
What the hell's going on?
Get the first aid kit.
He cut his hand.
Somebody better be
on that stage in one minute
playing some very entertaining rock and roll
for the kiddies, or I'm going to sue you all for breach.
You need a doctor, man. No, I'll be okay in a minute.
You're not gonna play guitar tonight.
What about Mitch?
He's a roadie.
He's a guitar tech.
The dude can rock
and he knows the songs.
Will you do it?
NICOLE: Come on, Mitch.
You'll set the house ablaze.
What did you say?
Do it for me.
( booing continues )
( giggles )
( booing intensifies )
FAN: Go home!
( bluesy guitar solo )
( applause )
( plays descending riffs )
( applause and cheers )
( playing heavy metal riff )
( hard rock rhythm kicks in )
( applause and cheers )
Who does this kid think he is?
( plays sustained chord )
( song ends )
( thunderous cheering and applause )
Good night, San Francisco!
( cheering and whistling )
Well, Mitch, was it everything you expected?
More. I'm so buzzed right now.
You did it, kid.
I couldn't believe my ears.
That was unbelievable, Mitch!
Hey, later, Mitch.
MITCH: Nicole? Mitch?
Nicole...
Mitch!
Nicole!
This is Jason's limo.
Not anymore, it isn't.
You're a star now.
A toast.
( glasses clink )
To realizing your potential.
( cheering and screaming )
This is amazing.
Simon, this is amazing.
( thumping )
The affection of the masses.
It's a powerful thing, Mitch.
NICOLE: Mitch?
Nicole.
Nicole!
Holy cow!
They love you, Mitch.
Can't you just feel the energy?
( screaming )
Simon, I want her here.
If you say so.
( thumps )
Oh, my... God.
Let's not bring him into this.
Nicole? ( whimpering )
Get away from the car. Step back.
Do something.
Stardom is hard on relationships, Mitch.
Everybody knows that.
Mitch, please...!
Who are you?
The "Hendrix Blues."
You're really him?
Why is everyone always surprised
that it's me?
Did you really think
that you were doing this?
This is over.
I want out.
Oh, it doesn't really work like that.
I mean, I've fulfilled my side of the contract.
I've given you talent, I've given you stardom
and for a moment, love.
Now you can have all these things
for the rest of your natural life
or would you prefer
that we settle your account now?
My soul.
You won't get my soul.
( crowd screaming )
Open up!
What the hell do you want?
It's true.
The music is cursed.
I played the song, and he came.
He passes himself off as an A&R guy
and I, uh
I signed a contract.
So what do you want from me?
You sold me the cursed music.
Sorry.
I don't need a refund.
I need help.
He-he wants my soul.
Ooh! Now that is heavy.
There is something
I picked up.
A spiritual.
I'm told it was written by Mother Teresa for the Pope.
Will playing something holy reverse this?
Well, it's worth a try.
I got it out back.
I'll go and get it.
( door closes )
Just who do you think
you're dancing with?
Some genie
you can put back in the bottle?
But... you... Oh, you are
a fun one.
"I'm told it was written by Mother Teresa for the Pope."
( chuckles )
You should have seen your face
Mitch.
It was priceless.
( laughing )
You set me up from the beginning.
You suckered me into buying that music
and signing that contract.
I'm tearing up over here
Mitch.
I'm having a great time, and I like you.
Let's go double or nothing.
What do you mean?
You play this music
flawlessly till the last note
and I'll destroy our contract.
You fail...
and I take your soul tonight.
We have a deal?
Okay.
( forcefully grabs sheet music )
( chuckling )
Flawlessly now.
( sniffles )
( playing rock intro )
( string snaps )
Son of a bitch!
Oh, Mitch, I do like you.
You are so much fun.
( chuckling )
You are so easy.
You just fall off a truck?
I'll just keep playing.
Yeah
well, that's what Hendrix said.
( chuckles )
( string snaps )
Hey, Mitch?
You want to play with the big boys
you've got to pay.
( guitar riff continues )
( string snaps )
( music stops )
( gasping )
I did it.
I beat you.
You recognize that, Mitch?
Return to coda.
Go back
and start again.
( laughing )
( loud thudding )
NARRATOR: Want to buy some sheet music cheap?
I know a guy who'll cut you a sweet deal.
Ever try writing a song?
It's not easy.
Inspiration can be elusive
and record company deadlines only make things worse.
No wonder so many songwriters seek inspiration
in an altered state.
You're not worth it.
Yes, go ahead.
REPORTER: With all the bands on tour this season
isn't it a bit of a risk to embark on a stadium tour?
Maybe.
But, uh, we like the stadiums
because it doesn't matter how we sound.
( laughter )
We just let the fireworks do all the work.
BRYCE: The pyrotechnics will be spectacular.
We've got the same team that produced
the Stones' Bridges to Babylon tour.
Yes, next question.
Why is the band bringing a second guitarist
along for the tour?
We feel a second guitarist will help
fill out our sound, especially
in the larger venues. Isn't he an insurance policy
in case you can't finish the tour, Jared?
BRYCE: Okay, uh, next question, please?
Jared, I understand you've had writer's block
since being released from rehab.
That's not true.
( clears throat )
I have been writing and things are coming together, and...
you know?
The songs will be there.
This tour seems like a lot of pressure
for a recovering addict.
Does anyone have a question not related to past drug use?
Okay, that concludes the Q and A.
What I've learned is...
I have made a commitment...
not to let down this band
or our fans ever again.
( camera shutters clicking )
What I've learned is that the temptation
is with me wherever I go...
at home, in rehab, or on stage
and I have to deal with it every day.
More coffee?
Thanks. That's all right.
Hey.
That was some
press conference today.
The vultures were circling.
I'm used to it.
May I?
If I say no, you going to
uh, write a hatchet job for Spin?
That's not my style.
Okay.
That's pretty
tame as far as stimulants go.
I don't want to be rude, but, uh...
I do need a little quiet.
It's nice meeting you.
"A little quiet" isn't cutting it.
As I recall, you were riding the speedway
through Minneapolis off your head.
Yet, after three stops you managed to write
one of your best songs.
What was it again?
"Mr. Wednesday."
How did you know that?
Who are you?
A fan.
I spend a lot of time
with musicians, and
let's face it, you guys aren't like ordinary people.
Really.
I've heard you
channel heaven through your guitar
and create something
indelible: Hendrix
Joplin, Jim Morrison.
Well, I don't know that I'm in that company.
Oh, you could be.
You see, they weren't afraid
to throw open the doors of perception and walk in.
Have you ever
written a song sober?
You already know the answer to that, don't you?
I think it's time you were honest about who you are
and what it takes to get you to that place.
Can I get you anything else?
Uh...
( clears throat )
The engine
always runs hotter with heavy fuel.
Two shots of whiskey, please.
All right.
Sure thing.
Come on, Jared, don't beat
yourself up.
When I got out of rehab
I knew I was blocked.
Not a riff in me.
But when I'm high, it's like I'm...
floating through this tunnel of images.
It's all there.
Mm-hmm.
There you go.
Bottoms up.
Now...
that's living.
Miss?
Bring the bottle, please.
In her purse...
she's got an old, yellow photograph
of her daughter.
JARED: The daughter she refuses to talk to.
She looks at that picture every day.
She can't throw it away.
And why don't they talk?
She was a teen mom
and blames the daughter for taking her youth.
The girl forgives her
but the old woman
won't forgive herself.
♪ It's in the way you make me feel ♪
♪ Only the pain that keeps me real... ♪
See?
You're on a roll now.
( laughing )
Five songs.
You're my muse, aren't you?
No, I don't get hung up on labels.
You wrote those songs, Jared.
You opened the doors
all by yourself.
He can be replaced.
Look, Jared will be here, all right?
I'm not sitting through another one of his flameouts.
( Chris plays a guitar riff )
Hey, guys.
You started without me.
Hi, Jared.
I've been writing, man.
I'm out of control.
I got the songs.
Freakin' great songs.
( feedback whining )
Don't sweat it, Jared.
We'll just take it out of your share.
All right.
That's funny. You got a sense of humor, Pete.
That's good.
( playing randomly )
( clears throat )
Very progressive, Jared.
You know, great chord structure.
Hey, a little respect
for the man here.
Wait... wai...
you wouldn't know a good song if it... if it...
Look, I told you, Jared, it's the junk or us.
This attitude is getting a little thick.
I'm the writer and singer.
How hard do you think it will be for me
to find a new backup band?
Harder than staying clean.
I doubt that.
We've got an entire solo album to create
and that calls for some serious inspiration.
♪ Just where we're going... ♪
Which way is it?
Hey, man...
( mumbling )
Upstairs.
That works.
He walks into a bar
and he says, "Give me a beer and a mop."
( giggling )
♪ Gonna try for the kingdom ♪
♪ If I can ♪
♪ 'Cause it makes me feel like... ♪
What are you doing?
The keys are in it. Come on.
♪ Put a spike into my vein ♪
♪ And I tell you things aren't quite the same ♪
♪ When I'm rushing on my run ♪
♪ And I feel just like Jesus' son... ♪
Where are we going?
Anywhere.
Where's that?
We'll know when we get there.
( sighing )
♪ I... ♪
♪ Have made ♪ ( sighing )
♪ A big decision ♪
Are you getting younger?
( gasping )
( rapping on window )
MAN: You want to get out of the car for me?
What?
Out of the car now.
Okay, okay.
Let's go. Where's Kim?
Let's go.
Kim?
Where did she go?
All right, come on, pal.
Behind your back.
That's it.
Hey!
You're free to go.
They drop the charges?
No.
You made bail.
Where-where is she?
Let's go.
Chris.
You're lucky you didn't kill anyone.
I know.
I-I screwed up.
Sorry.
Yeah.
Save it.
CHRIS: What, are you on a diet
of moldy cheese and baking soda?
I've never written anything when I was straight. Ever.
Can you believe that?
Look, forget about the songs.
Forget about the tour.
Just get yourself together.
I'm all right, Chris. I am.
I just got to start over.
Today's day one of my sobriety.
All right.
I'm, uh...
I'm going to go to the grocery store.
Chris... go home, really.
I just need to ride this out.
What are you going to do?
Watch me moan and sweat all night?
Yeah, if I have to.
You know me; I'm king of the night sweats.
All right.
But I'll be back first thing in the morning
to force-feed you some wheat germ pancakes.
Get out of here before you make me puke.
Okay.
See you later, man.
( knocking )
Chris?
Is that you?
Just a second.
KIM: Did you miss me?
Baby...
what's wrong?
I hate going cold turkey.
Oh.
What a mess.
I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?
I don't know if I can deal with this.
I'm an addict.
You know I hate labeling people.
My life is out of control.
Let me control it.
Just leave me alone.
Settle down.
Now I thought you had a solo album to write.
So...
let's write it.
I'm writing this one sober.
That's cool.
We can stay in.
We could write about last night.
I've got a song.
"Cabbies On Crack."
That's a Ramones song.
What kind
of muse steals songs?
You're the artist.
I'm just here to get you cranked up.
( sighs )
Why don't you, um...
try it slower and maybe bring it down?
Okay, maybe...
( tuning guitar )
( playing slower )
That's beautiful.
I like it.
You do bring it out of me.
We're a team, baby.
I feed off you.
You feed off me.
Let's go celebrate.
No.
I can't.
Are you afraid you can't handle it anymore?
You are truly damaged.
I'm a recovering alcoholic and drug addict.
Oh, who isn't?
I have no control of my life.
Who does?
We're done.
You can let yourself out
or go poof or do whatever muses do.
I'm going to bed.
You're such a lightweight.
I'm sorry.
You know, it's, uh...
Here.
But it's late and...
I get a little cranky without my crank.
That's charming.
Just 'cause you have
the shakes, it's no reason
to lose your sense of humor.
I'm sure you'll feel like playing in the morning.
What? Hey!
Hey!
What are you shouting about?
What is this? You were
thrashing around.
Untie me. Now.
You could have hurt yourself.
What kind of muse are you?
Muse?
I'm your addiction, baby.
This is all in my head.
I'm in your head and I'm in your blood
and when you try and push me out of your veins
look what happens to us.
Untie me.
Quit screwing around.
Where the hell is it?
I don't know what you mean.
I can smell it.
There's $500 cash in the first locker.
Go buy all the drugs you want.
I don't want your money!
Where's the emergency hit?!
I don't have one.
Liar! Every junkie has one.
You never really gave me up. You couldn't.
I'm an addict. I have no control over my life.
A greater power will restore me.
Please! If you believe that, I wouldn't be here right now.
I am an addict.
I'm...
This mantra is pissing me off.
I am an addict. I have no control over my life.
A greater...
( screaming )
( clattering )
( relieved sigh )
I found the hidden treasure.
Oh, and it looks magically delicious.
I don't want this.
I want to quit.
It's a little late for that.
You've got me all hot and bothered.
I'm going clean.
I don't want you anymore.
Come on, Jared, it's me you're talking to.
We licked coke off a bus station toilet.
This isn't real.
The hell it's not.
No, that's too much.
You're going to kill me!
Relax. You're not going to OD.
I'd never let that happen.
Please don't do this.
Please.
You know...
you're a real drag
until you get that first beer in you--
true sign of an antisocial personality.
I'll do whatever you want--
anything.
All I want is to party with you.
( whimpering )
( knocking )
Chris!
( muffled ): Help!
CHRIS: Jared, are you in there?
He has a key.
Get rid of him.
Jared?
Yeah?
Hey, I was starting to worry.
These are heavy.
You know...
it's not... really a good time.
All right, I got some protein bars
I got some soy milk...
Chris, I can't stop her.
What?
Stop who?
My addiction.
She's here.
Jared, this was a mistake.
All right?
I got to take you back to the center.
( crazed yelling )
( gasping )
( fitful gasping )
KIM: I think he's dead now.
Another senseless drug-related death.
What do we think?
Feel like a hit yet?
No!
Stay away from me.
Come on, Jared
it's time to fly.
I'm always with you.
No.
I can stop.
I can quit you.
That attitude has caused you endless grief.
Let me take you away.
No, I don't need you.
I don't want to be negative here
but you're nothing without me...
a creatively bankrupt has-been
a sloppy junkie...
a murderer.
I didn't kill him.
A friend-murderer.
Now, that's got to be worse.
You stay away from me.
Oh, cut the drama, Jared.
Let's put this friend-murdering business behind us
and go play.
Then what? Huh?
When will you be satisfied?
I can't get no satisfaction.
I can break you.
Take the needle.
Without me, you're nothing.
I'm clean.
Take the needle.
I'm clean!
Take the needle!
I'm clean!
I'm finally clean.
No!
Wow... never saw anyone break this many bones before and live.
Course, won't be much of a life.
We may have to increase the morphine drip.
NARRATOR: 164 broken bones.
Morphine on the hour.
Welcome to junkie heaven.
You buy his album on the day it's released.
You sleep in line for tickets to his concert.
If you could only talk to him for five minutes
you know that he'd get you the way you get him.
Surely, no good could come of that.
( cheering and applause )
( rock intro playing )
♪ I got my loan shark guitar, vitamin C ♪
♪ I'm a Hollywood, grade-A, American G ♪
♪ I've been rocking all the ladies ♪
♪ From Maine to Pensacola ♪
♪ I got them calling me daddy ♪
♪ Way out in California ♪
♪ Just one kiss... ♪
( screaming )
♪ Just one kiss, maybe I'll be you ♪
♪ Kiss this, kiss this ♪
( screaming )
♪ If I were you, well, I wouldn't want to miss this ♪
♪ Kiss this, kiss this ♪
♪ If you were me, well, you wouldn't want to miss this ♪
♪ Like a high-rockin', bad tone sucker MC ♪
♪ It's a quality ride and it's built for speed ♪
Backstage pass!
♪ I'm a double-barreled, out-of-sight... ♪
That is all-access, baby-- we are in.
Did you see the way he looked into my eyes?
He was not looking in your eyes, honey.
It's not like that with Vince and I.
I respect his mind.
Yeah, and he looks great in chaps.
( girls screaming )
His music is so incredible.
It makes me feel like I can do anything or be anybody.
You play this one right
and maybe you'll be the next Mrs. Vince Brava.
( giggles )
Just her.
But... can't she come, too?
She won't be any trouble. Sorry.
Well, if she can't go, then I don't want to.
Suit yourself.
Lara, go-- this is a once-in-a-lifetime moment.
No, no, not without you. Go on.
Go, go.
Are you sure?
In or out.
She's in.
Okay, um, I guess I'll see you at home.
Hey!
Tell your soul mate I said hi.
Bye!
You see Limp Bizkit?
Did the drummer.
I like drummers.
Creed's playing on Saturday.
That singer is a hottie.
And a born-again Christian.
I could be converted.
Amen.
( both giggling )
Hey, do you guys think we'll get an autographed T-shirt?
( laughter )
Okay, settle down.
You all know the drill.
You will ride with the band
on the tour bus to the hotel
with the option of continuing to party upstairs.
You all are of legal age and hereby
give your consent and willingly enter the bus?
Good, let's go.
( hard rock music playing )
I'm Vince. Hi.
Hi. I'm Lara.
It's pretty crazy, huh?
Yeah.
Vince, your music means so much to me
and I can't even explain to you how much it affects me.
Oh, yeah?
There's-there's a depth
and a personal strength that I can totally relate to.
You got that?
Very cool.
You want to go in the back?
It's quieter, we can talk.
Yeah, okay.
Vince, when...
when you looked at me before
I felt this... you know, connection.
I've never real...
Vince, please, can we just talk...
( grunting )
Stop!
MAN: Here's your T-shirt.
( sobbing )
So, how was it?
( crying )
Lara, oh, my God. Wha...?
Are you okay?
What happened to you?
You have to report this.
What am I going to say?
That some big rock star
invited me on his bus and I went?
You did not ask for this.
You know that they'll say I did.
I can't believe I was so stupid.
Nuh-uh, no way.
This is not your fault.
( crying )
How could he do this to me?
Lar...
I mean, how many other women...?
Someone has to do something.
Yeah, like what?
Castration's too good for this guy.
Castration may be a place to start.
Look, hey...
I know that this doesn't mean much now
but sooner or later, he will get what he deserves.
Karma will bite him on the ass.
We should get some sleep.
Good night, you.
Kiss this.
♪ Just one kiss, going to bum a thrill ♪
♪ Just one kiss, and maybe I'll be you ♪
♪ Kiss this, kiss this ♪
♪ If I were you, well, I wouldn't want to miss this ♪
♪ Kiss this, kiss this ♪
♪ If you were me, well, you wouldn't want to miss this ♪
♪ Kiss this, kiss this ♪
♪ If I were you, well, I wouldn't want to miss this ♪
( girls screaming )
Hey, I know you.
Hey, guys, wait up a minute!
Hey, get your hands off of me!
You got your kiss, honey.
Now get lost.
What'd that psycho bitch do to me?
♪ It's a human race to the top of the food chain ♪
♪ It's a human race just to be run away ♪
♪ It's a human race to the top of the food chain ♪
♪ It's a human race and the winner don't win a thing... ♪
Vince!
Great show.
Have a beer.
Hey.
Hey, get your hands off her.
Dude, el cabin es ocupado.
Stop it now.
Stop means stop!
Vince!
Get off her!
What crawled up your hole?
I am sick of you guys acting like animals every night.
Why are you freaking out?
Because... the opening act
blew your sorry asses off the stage.
I should replace you with a bunch of trained monkeys.
You stole money from those kids tonight.
Vince, relax.
When we get back to the hotel
I want to see you in my room.
What...?
Whoa, where do you think you're going?
What? I'm going up to my room.
Use the main elevator. This is for the VIP suite.
Listen, I'll have you fired, you fat-ass carny freak.
That's my room.
Now let me through.
In your dreams.
Hey! ( laughter )
Listen, I need to talk to her...
to, uh, Vince.
And I repeat, in your dreams.
Look, I'm, uh
I'm... I'm Vince's sister.
Okay? I'll prove it to you.
His wife is
supermodel Annie-May But her real name
is Annibell Marie Stephens. Get lost.
His birthday, January 20, 1976.
Yeah, and, um, what time was he born?
What time was he born?
Uh, I don't...
I don't know. In the morning?
In the afternoon.
2:37 p.m. at St. Jude's Hospital in Austin, Texas.
I'm his, uh, sister, too.
Shut up! He's got a dog named Brando
after Marlon Brando.
The two of you shut up now!
You sisters seriously
need to get a life.
Now, please, step back or I'm calling the cops.
No, look, I've got...
Just step back.
Cops.
Hotel operator.
Yeah, Vince Brava's room.
I'm sorry, there's no guest by that name.
I... I mean Vinnie Salami.
One moment, please.
I want $50,000
to go to the National Organization for Women.
I'm not even sure NOW still exists.
It does. Write it.
And $50,000 to go to a rape crisis center
in every city we play.
( phone rings )
This is a worldwide tour.
You'll go broke.
( ringing continues )
Yes?
Is Lara Plasky there?
No, there's no Lara Plasky here.
I'll take that.
Give me the phone.
Excuse me.
Hello?
What did you do to me?
Oh, it's you.
I don't know how this happened, but it did.
And I'm going to make sure you get exactly what you deserve.
Give $50,000 to a charity for unwed mothers.
You're killing me.
( door closes )
Hey, what are you doing? That's my money.
It's my money.
If you think that's bad wait until tomorrow's show.
I am going to kick your ass!
Bring it on, Lara.
Oh, don't push me!
Karma's a bitch and so am I.
Oh, my God, it's you!
( gasps )
It's really you!
Oh, my God, I love you so much!
How did you get in here?
Oh, your music means everything to me!
Who are you?
When you looked at me in the concert
I felt something, a connection.
We are soul mates.
Soul mates?
Yeah, the way you looked at me, I knew.
I just knew it was true.
Okay, all right, take a deep breath, okay?
Okay.
What's your name?
Angie.
Angie. Angie, sit down.
Okay.
Okay. Angie, I hate to break this to you
but we're not soul mates.
Well, you can't say that.
I mean, you just met me.
I'm not who you think I am.
I know all about you, Vince Brava.
If you did
you wouldn't be here.
Why are you saying these things?
Because Vince Brava is a pig.
There is nothing in here that you want.
I... I really thought you'd like me.
I don't deserve someone like you.
And you know what, Angie?
When the truth about me comes out
you'll be embarrassed
that you ever wanted to know me.
I understand.
What'll it take to get upstairs?
They're nice, huh?
Can I help you?
Yeah, hey, Randall, I need to see Vince.
Vince is in the hospitality suite.
No, I mean, I'm Vince
and this girl's me. Man, we swapped bodies.
How do you think that happened?
I don't know how it happened, man.
I'm backstage after the concert, she's kissing me
and next thing I know I'm getting kicked to the curb.
Rock and roll can get a little crazy.
Yeah, tell me about it, man.
Come on, guys.
Please see that she finds a cab
and find out how the hell she got up here.
Randall, it's me...
Randall, I'm Vince!
Look, I hired you after... after Hanson canned you!
I took you in when Jasmine threw you out!
I'm Vince Brava!
Get your hands off me! I'm going!
Get your hands off!
Have a super night.
Yeah, kiss my ass!
Kiss this.
♪ Check it out now ♪
♪ I got my loan shark guitar, vitamin C ♪
♪ I'm a yada blada yada yada American G ♪
♪ Um... and put your left foot in... ♪
♪ Put your left foot out, put your left foot in and... ♪
Come on. Come on, everybody.
You know this song, "Hokey-pokey," right?
♪ Do the Hokey-pokey and you turn that stuff around... ♪
Come on, everybody!
♪ That's what it's... ♪
Guys, girls, all right, let's stop...
Can we stop for a second?
( music stops )
You're all a bunch of stupid cows.
I mean, I could sing nursery rhymes
and you'd still pay 50 bucks to see me...
( booing )
shake my ass...
Pay 50 bucks to see this rehashed show?
Are you kidding me? Suckers.
50 bucks?
I mean, think about it.
I am rich because you're stupid.
You are so stupid.
And you're still here.
( laughing )
What the hell was that out there tonight?
What are you talking about?
That little outburst?
It's going to be in every paper tomorrow.
If you're trying to throw away your career
you're doing a good job.
Mind your own business.
Your career is my business.
Give me back my body.
You again!
I'm Vince and she's me.
That's the crazy girl that called me.
Randall, don't just stand there
do something!
BOTH: Get the cops!
Both of you stay here.
I don't know how you did this
but you better switch us back now!
Or what?
What are you going...?
I'll cut you.
Go ahead, cut me, genius.
You don't get it, do you?
Women love you, your fans look up to you
and you abuse your position
by taking advantage of the very people
that worship you.
I treat everyone the same, man.
The way they want to be treated.
What about me?
You wanted me and you know it.
Now give me back my body!
How does it feel, huh?
How does it feel to be held
against your will?
( laughs )
Know why you get pushed around, hmm?
Because you're weak.
You're a nobody.
It doesn't matter what body I'm in.
If I want you, I can have you.
You need to know how it feels.
I'm going to make you pay for what you did.
What the hell are you doing?
You want my body, huh?
Stop it!
Come on. You know you want it...
Get off me or I'll scream!
Go ahead, scream.
See what good it's going to do.
I'm Vince Brava.
Help! Help, someone, help!
( door opens )
Whoa, now is not a good time.
You know you want it.
Kiss me, baby.
No, no...!
Get off her!
I said, get off her!
No, she switched bodies.
She switched bodies!
Make her kiss me again!
Randall! Randall, you don't understand.
She set me up!
NARRATOR: Do unto others.
What goes around comes around.
Don't accept backstage passes from strangers.
It's funny how a song can take you back.
You hear the first few notes
and suddenly you're transported back to your high school prom
your wedding night, or the worst day of your life.
If only we knew then what we know now.
...and the bad news continues tonight
for the Stanton campaign.
With 37% of the precincts reporting
the one-time front-runner now trails
with just 23% of the vote.
Let's just wait until the other districts check in.
We'll finish strong.
MAN: Ben?
Yeah.
Will you excuse me for a minute, honey?
Sure, darling.
Yeah?
It's over.
You sure? Only a third of the districts...
Our exit polls show it's the same across the state.
It's over.
Well, I guess it's about that time.
Yeah. It's about that time.
Your wife drafted some remarks.
Did she?
Usual stuff-- thank the volunteers
fought the good fight.
Is there anybody downstairs to hear them?
I won't lie-- it's pretty bleak.
More reporters than supporters.
Ross, I want to take the time
to tell you that I appreciate all the things you've...
Save it.
Let's just do this and get it over with.
I just wanted to say that if... if I could do things over again...
You should have
thought about that weeks ago
before you got involved with that girl...
before you got in that car.
Do you realize how much time I have spent...
No, I'm not going to do this. I'm not.
Ross...
Just look over the speech.
I'll let the press know we'll be down in ten minutes.
We have many more district races to report to you
but first we return to Megan and Ken in the studio
for more on the Stanton campaign. Megan?
MEGAN: We're joined by political reporter
Dean Spencer Andrews.
Dean, the Stanton campaign
has to be one of the biggest meltdowns
in political history.
No question, Megan.
Just two weeks ago
Stanton was as upbeat as the famous song
that became his anthem.
Then, quite literally, his bid for the senate
crashed into pieces.
STANTON: Please, no... n-no questions.
MAN: I came from that direction
and then this guy just runs into the road flagging me down.
We tried to save the woman, but...
it was just too late.
That woman, as we all now know
was 23-year-old campaign worker
Denise Cole, later revealed to be Stanton's lover.
Cole, a native of Tacoma, studied political science
at the University of Washington.
She worked on several statewide races
before joining the Stanton campaign ten months ago.
For God's sake.
Uh... I was just watching the latest...
Yeah, the latest is, she's still dead.
Maggie, I never wanted...
Listen, you were supposed
to break it off, buy her silence.
That was the deal.
I tried.
What, by going off for the weekend with her?
If I'd known you'd try to keep her on the side
I'd have paid her off myself.
Sweetheart, we...
Don't call me sweetheart.
I am not your sweetheart.
I am your wife.
And for the next 30 minutes
I will play the part.
I will smile, I will hold your hand.
I'll even give you that sympathetic, understanding look
I've become so good at the last couple of weeks
but after that, we're through.
We've been through for years.
Let me ask you something, Ben.
Did you even for a minute
think about what this meant to me?
My plans, my dreams?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Put on a fresh shirt and pick a different tie.
Never mind. I'll do it myself.
You know the best thing about losing--
I'll never have to hear
that damn song again.
( Boston's "Don't Look Back" playing )
Hey, they're playing it again.
I thought you'd like to have it.
It's the one I burned
the night we chose this song.
It's great.
Thanks.
♪ ...I can see ♪
♪ It took so long to realize... ♪
It's perfect for the campaign.
Retro for the younger voters
and nostalgic for the older folks.
Not that you're old or anything.
You're not falling asleep on me, are you, Senator?
No, I'm just tired.
I like the sound of that.
Senator Ben Stanton.
Maybe this will wake you up.
Hey, watch the road.
Sorry.
( both laughing )
♪ I see beyond the road I'm drivin'... ♪
Denise...
we have to talk--
about us.
You sound serious.
These next few weeks are critical.
We have to be careful.
If word about us were to get out...
I don't get it. Are you dumping me?
No, I'm not dumping you.
We just have to cool it a little.
Okay.
Okay?
You're right.
This is dangerous.
You've worked too hard on this
and you're so close.
You sure it's okay?
I knew what I was getting into, Ben.
Well, I'm relieved.
I thought...
What? That I'd have a breakdown?
It's just a few weeks.
Ben...
A month, tops.
I'm fine.
And if you need money...
Whoa, you're offering me money?
Is that what's in the bag?
Hey, careful.
( tires squealing )
So, how much am I worth to you?
Are you paying me by the hour?
Or maybe you're paying me...
Watch the road!
( tires squealing )
♪ I see beyond the road I'm drivin' ♪
What happened?
Denise, are you okay?
Uh, I-I can't... I can't move.
Ben, help me.
I can't get out.
Open it.
I can't.
It's jammed.
I smell something.
Ben, it's gas!
Get me out of here!
I'll get help!
No, Ben, don't leave me!
I'll be right back!
Ben!
Help! Help! Please stop!
We've had an accident!
She's trapped!
Denise!
Did you say something?
Um, no, no, nothing.
Here, put this on.
Wha...? Um...
Have you read the remarks?
Just stick to what's on the page
and no improvising.
Can you stop, just for one minute?
Can you stop trying to plan...
Let go of me. My arm!
I only wish it were
a sharp, stabbing pain
radiating to your chest.
If I could have done things differently
I would have.
Differently? How?
Would you never have gotten involved with her?
Or would you just have avoided getting caught that day?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Now, get dressed.
( rock intro playing )
DENISE: Hey, they're playing it again.
♪ Don't look back ♪
♪ A new day is breaking ♪
♪ It's been too long since I felt this way ♪
♪ I don't mind where I get taken... ♪
I thought you'd like to have it.
It's the one I burned
the night we chose this song.
It's great.
Thanks.
It was perfect for the campaign.
Retro for the younger voters
and nostalgic for the older folks.
BOTH: Not that you're old or anything.
That was strange.
What?
Nothing. Deja vu.
Really?
This happen before?
Oh, be careful, my arm.
What about your arm?
I don't know.
Denise...
we have to talk-- about us.
You sound serious.
I am.
The next two weeks are critical.
We can't let anything go wrong.
If-if-if word were to get out about us...
I don't get it.
Are you dumping me?
No, I'm not dumping you.
We just have to cool things.
Okay.
Okay?
You're right.
This is dangerous.
You've worked too hard for this
and you're so close. And you're so close.
You did that again.
It's weird.
You're sure it's okay?
I knew what I was getting into, Ben.
Well, I'm relieved.
I thought...
What, that I'd have a breakdown?
It's just a few weeks, you understand?
A month, tops. Ben, I'm fine.
And if you need money...
Whoa, you're offering me money?
Is that what's in the bag?
Hey, careful.
So, how much am I worth to you, hmm?
Are you paying me by the hour?
Or maybe you're paying me by...
Watch the road!
( tires screeching )
What happened?
Denise, are you okay?
I-I can't move.
Ben, help me.
I can't get out.
Open it.
I can't.
It won't budge.
I smell something.
Ben, Ben, it's gas!
It's jammed.
Get me out of here!
I'll get help.
No, Ben, don't leave me!
Ben!
Hey...
My arm.
Ben!
God, I'm sorry.
Ben, come back!
Ben!!
You haven't changed.
No, I-I haven't.
Better hurry-- don't want to keep
the press waiting.
Right.
My concession.
Concession-- very funny.
REPORTER: Once again, we predict that
Ben Stanton will be the new senator
by a margin of two to one.
Maggie wrote up some remarks.
My arm, I had a...
What about your arm?
Nothing. Usual stuff--
your admiration and respect for the prick who ran against you
thanking the volunteers for a perfect campaign.
MAGGIE: Get dressed, Senator.
Destiny awaits.
How do I look?
Every inch the senator.
Well, I couldn't have done this without you.
No, of course you couldn't.
Funny how a song can take you back sometimes.
Did she really mean that much to you?
Maggie...
I've been thinking-- about the money
the investigators found at the crash. Yes?
They haven't been able to trace it back to you, yet
and they never will if we say she stole it.
I can't... We'll come across as very sympathetic--
how we delayed coming forward out of respect for the dead.
Ben...
we have to be smart here.
We have to play to win.
Just like you did when you left the crash site.
Can you imagine if they'd caught you with her?
So you'd ruin her reputation?
Yeah, to save our own.
That money is the only thing that could connect you to her.
It's the only way.
Okay, okay, let's go.
Don't forget the speech.
Um, why don't you go ahead.
I-I still have something to do.
Well, you don't have much time, Senator.
I can change things.
I can save her.
( "Don't Look Back" playing )
DENISE: Hey, they're playing it again.
♪ Don't look back ♪
♪ A new day is breaking ♪
♪ It's been too long since I felt this way... ♪
I thought you'd like to have it.
It's... it's the one I burned
the night we chose this song.
It's great.
Thanks.
It was perfect for the campaign.
Retro for the younger voters
and nostalgic for the older folks.
Not that you're... Not that you're old or anything.
Stop the car. What?
Stop the car. Why? What's wrong?
We're almost there. Can't you wait?
Denise, please, you need to pull over.
Okay.
( sighs )
Now, what is so important?
I'm not sure...
but I think everything's fine now.
( music continues )
( laughing ): What has gotten into you?
Nothing. Everything's perfect.
Okay, we're going to have to cool things for a while--
just until after the election--
and then I want you to find a place in DC.
Are you serious?
Look. I've brought enough money to get you settled.
Uh... Ben...
Everything's going to work out.
I am going to be senator.
I know. No, I mean it.
Don't ask me how, but I know it's going to happen.
And we're going to be together.
( "Don't Look Back" playing )
( tires screeching ) No...
♪ Far away and left behind ♪
What happened?
♪ Left behind... ♪
Not again.
I-I can't move.
Open it!
I can't-- it's jammed. See?
I smell something. Ben!
Ben, it's-it's...
It's gas.
Denise... I can change this.
Get me out of here!
I can change everything.
Next time, we'll park in a different place.
What are you talking about? Ben!
I can change this.
Don't leave me.
You have to let me go.
Don't go, Ben.
You have to let go.
For God's sake, let go! Ben...
Ben!
You have to let go!
Ben!
No!
( "Don't Look Back" playing )
ROSS: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome
the next senator from the great state of Washington!
( loud cheering and applause )
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Well, what a night.
Two weeks ago, I would never have believed
that I would be standing before you as the senator-elect.
When I was asked to take Ben's place
on the ballot, my first response was... disbelief.
My place was at my husband's side.
But even as he lay unconscious, I could feel his spirit move me.
Ben's dream of a brighter future is a dream
I needed to keep for him...
( words fade to high-pitched ringing )
( high-pitched ringing )
( no audio )
( ringing and heart beating )
Tonight is about the future--
a future of limitless opportunities.
( cheering )
( ringing and heart beating )
( heartbeat accelerates )
( heartbeat accelerating )