Almost Famous (2000)

[GabrielAlejo2341]

You really want to be Atticus Finch.

That makes me feel so good.

-I like him.
-Why?

-Well, he's honest.
-Yes.

-He stands up for the right thing.
-Yes.

-And he's a good father.
-He is.

-Did it all by himself.
-Did what all by himself?

-Raised his kids.
-He didn't raise them by himself.

Excuse me, who was the woman that came to their house every day?

-Calpurnia.
-Calpurnia. He remembered!

And what about Boo?

-What about Boo?
-Don't you feel bad--

I think Boo Radley is one of the most interesting characters in To k*ll a Mockingbird.

Mom, tell me more about Livia.

She k*lled everybody off so her son Tiberius could inherit the throne--

just like Nixon.

The same stories. Shakespeare.

-Like those plays we saw at the Old Globe.
-Please, please, please.

-Anita?
-Hey, Mom.

-Want something to eat?
-No thanks. I already ate.

-Are you sure? I made soy cutlets.
-I'm fine. I already ate.

Wait. You've been kissing.

-No, I haven't.
-Yes, you have.

-No, I haven't.
-Yes, you have. I can tell.

You can't tell.

Not only can I tell, I know who it is.

It's Darryl.

What you got under your coat?

It's unfair that we can't listen to our music.

It's because it is about drugs and promiscuous sex.

Simon and Garfunkel is poetry.

Yes, it's poetry. It is the poetry of drugs and promiscuous sex.

Honey, they're on pot.

First, it was butter.

Then it was sugar and white flour.

Bacon, eggs, bologna, rock and roll, motorcycles.

Then it was celebrating Christmas on a day in September when you knew it wouldn't be commercialized.

What else are you gonna ban?

Honey, you want to rebel against knowledge.

I'm trying to give you the CliffsNotes on how to live life in this world.

We're like nobody else I know.

I am a college professor.

Why can't I teach my own kids? Use me.

Darryl says that you use knowledge to keep me down.

He says I'm a "yes" person and you are trying to raise us in a "no" environment.

Well, clearly, "no" is a word Darryl doesn't hear much.

I can't live here! I hate you!

-Even William hates you.
-I don't hate her.

You do hate her.

You don't even know the truth.

-Sweetheart, don't be a drama queen.
-Feck you!

-Hey!
-This is a house of lies!

There it is.

Your sister used the "F" word.

I think she said "feck."

-What's the difference?
-The letter "U."

I look so much younger than everyone else.

Enjoy it while you can.

Mom, it's time.

-Can this wait till we get home?
-Mom, pull over.

Tell him the truth.
Tell him how old he is.

He knows how old he is.

The other kids make fun of him because of how young he looks.

Nobody includes him.

They call him "the Narc" behind his back.

-They do?
-What's a narc?

A narcotics officer.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Come on, you guys. It's no big deal.

I'm 12. She skipped me a grade.

Big deal. I'm a year younger.

They're 13, I'm 12.

Aren't I?

I also put you in first grade when you were five and I never told you.

So I'm how old?

You're 11.

Eleven?

So you skipped fifth grade.

There's too much padding in the grades.

I taught elementary--

Eleven?

This explains so much.

-You've robbed him of an adolescence.
-Adolescence is a marketing tool.

Honey, I know you were expecting puberty, but you're just gonna have to shine it on for a little while.

Who needs a crowd?

Who put such a high premium on being typical?

You're unique.

Take those extra years and do what you want.

Go to Europe for a year.

Take a look around.

See what you like.

Follow your dream.

You'll still be the youngest lawyer in the country.

Your dad was so proud of you.

He knew that you were a predominately accelerated child.

What about me?

You are rebellious and ungrateful of my love.

This song explains why I'm leaving home to become a stewardess.

We can't talk?

We have to listen to rock music?

I love you.

Hey, man, take good care of her in San Francisco, man.

One day, you'll be cool.

Look under your bed.

It'll set you free.

Watch the plant.

You're 18 and I can't stop you.

Bye.

She'll be back.

Maybe not soon.

Here's a theory for you to disregard...

completely.

Music, you know, true music, not just rock and roll-- it chooses you.

It lives in your car, or alone, listening to your headphones with the vast, scenic bridges and angelic choirs in your brain.

It's a place apart from the vast, benign lap of America.

It's quite an honor to have the world's greatest rock critic and editor of Creem magazine back home in San Diego for a few days.

Lester Bangs.

The Doors? Jim Morrison?

He's a drunken buffoon posing as a poet.

-I like The Doors.
-Give me The Guess Who.

They've got the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic.

Give me some "White Light/White Heat."

Iggy Pop!

Amen! Put this on.

This isn't on your playlist.

Lester, don't you think it's a bit early for that?

Not for me.

Okay, well, that was Lester Bangs.

This is Alice Wisdom and here is Iggy Pop.

So you're the kid who's been sending me those articles from the school newspaper.

Yeah, yeah.

I've been doing some stuff for a local underground paper also.

-What are you, the star of your school?
-They hate me.

You'll meet them all again on their long journey to the middle.

Your writing is damn good.

It's just a shame you missed out on rock and roll. It's over.

-Over?
-It's over.

You got here just in time for the death rattle. Last gasp. Last grope.

-At least I'm here for that.
-What do you type on?

Smith-Corona Galaxis Deluxe.

You like Lou Reed?

The early stuff. In his new stuff, he's trying to be Bowie.

He should just be himself.

-You take drugs?
-No.

Smart kid.

I used to do speed.

And sometimes a little cough syrup.

I'd stay up all night, just writing and writing.

I mean, like 25 pages of dribble.

You know, about the Faces, or Coltrane.

You know, just to f*cking write.

All right. It's been nice to meet you.

Keep sending me your stuff.

I just can't stand here all day talking to my many fans.

Yeah, I understand.

Once you go to LA, you're gonna have friends like crazy.

But they're gonna be fake friends.

They're gonna try to corrupt you.

You got an honest face.

They're gonna tell you everything.

But you cannot make friends with the rock stars.

-Is it okay if I?
-If you're gonna be a true journalist, a rock journalist...

First, you never get paid much.

But you will get free records from the record company.

There's just f*cking nothing about you that is controversial, man.

God, it's gonna get ugly, man.

They're gonna buy you drinks.

You're gonna meet girls.

They're gonna try to fly you places for free, offer you drugs.

I know it sounds great, but these people are not your friends.

These are people who want you to write sanctimonious stories about the genius of rock stars.

And they will ruin rock and roll and strangle everything we love about it, right?

And then it just becomes an industry of cool.

I'm telling you, you're coming along at a very dangerous time for rock and roll.

That's why I think you should turn around, go back and be a lawyer or something.

I can tell from your face that you won't.

I can give you 35 bucks.

Give me 1,000 words on Black Sabbath.

An assignment?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

You have to make your reputation on being honest and...

you know, unmerciful.

Honest.

Unmerciful.

If you get into a jam, you can call me. I stay up late.

Look at this.

An entire generation of Cinderellas, and there's no slipper coming.

You want to get high? Looking to get high?

All I have to do is listen.

That's what Lester Bangs said.

As long as I know this is a hobby.

I'll pick you up right here at 11:00 sharp.

If you get lost, use the family whistle.

-Good luck.
-Thanks.

Don't take drugs!

"Don't take drugs!"

Yes, Mother!

Hi, I'm William Miller.

I'm here from Creem magazine to interview Black Sabbath.

Not on the list.

-Sir, I'm a journalist. Here's a copy--
-You're not on the list.

Go to the top of the ramp with the other girls.

We won't bite!

What happens after I go to the top of the ramp?

Who are you with?

Me? I'm with myself.

No. Who are you with? What band?

I'm here to interview Black Sabbath.

I'm a journalist.

I'm not-- not a-- you know.

You're not a what?

You're not a what?

I'm not a...

-groupie.
-"Groupie"?

We are not groupies.

This is Penny Lane, man.

Show some respect.

Groupies sleep with rock stars because they want to be near someone famous.

We're here because of the music.

We are Band A*DS.

-She used to run a school for Band A*DS.
-We don't have intercourse with them.

We inspire the music.

We're here because of the music.

She was the one who changed everything.

She was the one who said, "No more sex. No more exploiting our bodies and hearts."

-Right. Right.
-Just blow jobs and that's it.

-It's all happening!
-It's all happening!

Penny.

-Here comes Sabbath!
-Ozzy, Tony, it's us!

It's us!

It's me, Polexia!

I think I saw Sapphire in there.

"Does anybody remember laughter?"

Sapphire!

Come on!

Passes, girls! Come and get them!

-Oh, no, not this one.
-Who brought Opie?

He's with us.

-Don't go anywhere, Opie.
-I'll take care of this if I can.

Come on, boys. Pick it up, will you?

This is outrageous.

We're an hour and a half late.

-We're the last people here.
-I'm coming, I'm coming.

Freddy! Open up!

It's Stillwater! We're on the show!

Hi.

I'm a journalist.

I write for Creem magazine.

Oh, the Enemy. A rock writer.

Right, well, I'd like to interview you or somebody from your band.

Look. I'm sorry, but could you please f*ck off?

We play for the fans, not the critics.

Freddy!

Russell, Jeff, Ed, Larry.

I really love your band.

I think the song "Fever Dog"

is a big step forward for you guys.

And you guys producing it yourselves instead of Glyn Johns, that was the right thing to do.

And Russell, the guitar sound...

is incendiary.

Incendiary.

Way to go.

-Hey, man! Don't stop there.
-Where you going?

-I'm incendiary too, man.
-I didn't mean "f*ck off."

Freddy.

-How you doing, buddy?
-He's with us. Come on this way, bro.

-He's not on your list!
-Here's the list of people who do belong.

-Red Dog!
-Hey, Red Dog!

Hey!

Some people have a hard time explaining rock and roll.

I don't think anyone can really explain rock and roll.

Maybe Pete Townshend, but that's okay.

Rock and roll is a lifestyle and a way of thinking, and it's not about money and popularity.

Although, some money would be nice.

But it's a voice that says, "Here I am, and f*ck you if you can't understand me."

And one of these people is gonna save the world.

That means that rock and roll can save the world, all of us together.

And the chicks are great. But what it all comes down to is that thing.

The indefinable thing when people catch something from your music.

What am I talking about is...

-Wait, what am I talking about?
-The buzz.

The buzz, and the chicks, the whatever, is an offshoot of the buzz.

Like you saying you liked "Fever Dog." That is the f*cking buzz!

Found you a pass.

Thanks. I got in with Stillwater.

Oh, Stillwater.

Now you're mysterious.

How old are you?

-Eighteen.
-Me too.

How old are we really?

-Seventeen.
-Me too.

Actually, I'm 16.

Me too.

Isn't it funny?

The truth just sounds different.

I'm 15.

What's your real name?

I'll never tell.

The Enemy!

-Russell! Hey. Hey.
-Yes.

This is Penny Lane.

Penny Lane, Russell Hammond.

Pleasure.

-Penny Lane, like the song.
-Have we met?

Bring the lights down.

Hey, get the Enemy in here.

-San Diego!
-Ready, baby?

Hell yeah!

Good evening, San Diego!

Stand right over there.

Would you please welcome, from Troy, Michigan...

Stillwater!

Russell! I love you!

No.

Hey, you...

You want to come to LA?

We'll be at the Riot House all week.

-Riot House?
-Yeah.

The Continental Hyatt House.

It's on Sunset Strip.

Oh, yeah, right. Sunset Strip. Yeah.

Well, tell your friend, Miss Penny Lane, to call me.

Tell her it ain't California without her.

We want her around, like last summer.

Say it just like that.

-Got it. Got it.
-I'm under "Harry Houdini."

I get it.

-Come on, let's blow this spot!
-Hey, Enemy.

Come up to LA. We'll talk some more.

Bye.

-Bye, Opie.
-See you later, Jeff, Polexia, d*ck.

Scully, Ed. See you, Mick, Gregg.

Yeah, later, guys.

Bye, Opie.

Bye.

Hey, Red Dog. I'll see you later, man.

The Wheel. Frosty.

Ainsworth, I'll see you around, man.

-Penny!
-Hey, be cool.

Penny, you just missed Russell.

He said he's at the Riot House all week and for you to call him.

He's under the name Harry Houdini.

-You know about the Riot House, right?
-I think I've heard of it.

Right, well, he had a message.

He said, "Tell her, 'It's not California without you.

We want you around like last summer.

No! He said, "Tell her, "It ain't California without you--"

-I get the gist.
-Right.

So how well do you guys know each other?

Call me if you need a rescue.

We live in the same city.

I think I live in a different world.

Speaking of the world...

I've made a decision.

I'm gonna live in Morocco for one year.

I need a new crowd.

Do you want to come?

Yes.

Yeah. Yeah.

-You sure?
-Ask me again.

Do you want to come?

Yes, yes.

-You've gotta call me.
-Okay.

It's all happening.

It's all happening. It's all happening.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. Great.

And it's not about money and popularity.

And the chicks are great, right?

Keep the small bills on the outside.

Call me if anyone gets drunk.

I will call you if anyone, anywhere, gets drunk.

Good.

-And don't take drugs.
-Very funny.

See? Sense of humor.

Funny joke. Have fun at the dance.

I'm glad you're making friends.

-Mom, stay.
-Okay.

Love you.

Bye.

I always tell the girls, "Never take it seriously.

If you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. If you never get hurt, you always have fun.

And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit your friends."

-So you and Russell--
-No!

Russell has a girlfriend, and I can't even say her name.

It's all happening.

I'm about to use you as protection.

Penny!

I saw them on the 7th floor.

Mr. Jimmy Page, Mr. John Paul Jones, Mr. Robert Plant.

Mr. Robert Plant signed my T-shirt five minutes ago.

Dude, please don't smear it.

Five minutes ago, he touched this pen.

He touched this pen.

-Vic is a Zeppelin fan.
-Right, I picked that up.

He tours with them, but not, you know, "with" them.

Yeah, they're on the 12th floor now.

There's no bigger Zeppelin fan than Vic.

Very dear, very close friend of Lester Bangs.

William Miller.

Ladies and gentlemen!

At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials, for the captain has turned on the "No Smoking" sign.

Your seats and tray tables should be locked and in their full upright position.

The hell with it.

-Play on.
-Miss Penny Lane.

Thank you. Thank you.

Act One, in which she pretends she doesn't care about him.

Act Two, in which he pretends he doesn't care about her, but he goes right for her.

Act Three, in which it all plays out the way she planned it.

She'll eat him alive.

We've gotta stop them.

Stop them?

You were her excuse for coming here.

I need ice.

Hey, man.

-Hello?
-William Miller?

-This is he.
-William, this is Ben Fong-Torres.

I'm the music editor at Rolling Stone magazine.

We got a couple copies of your stories from the San Diego Door.

-Is this the same William Miller?
-Yes, it is.

"Voice of God," "Howling Dogs," "The Spirit of Rock and Roll."

-This is good, solid stuff, man.
-Thanks.

Thanks. Thanks.

Listen, I think you should be writing for us. Any ideas?

-How about Stillwater?
-Stillwater?

"Hardworking band makes good."

New album out, their third.

Starting to do something. Crazy.

Let's do 3,000 words.

You'll join the band on the road.

We'll set up billing.

Don't let the band pay for anything.

We can only pay, let me see, 3,000 words...

$700.

All right, a grand.

What's your background, William?

Are you a journalism major?

-Yeah.
-What college?

Honey, I need you to do that thing that fixes the garbage disposal.

Well, I certainly know how my lady gets when you don't snap to it.

-Crazy.
-Crazy.

-Crazy.
-Crazy.

Stillwater?

Beware, beware of Rolling Stone magazine because they will change your story, they'll rewrite it, you know, turn it into swill.

Besides that, what would be wrong with it?

You got starry eyes, my friend.

Look, do the story.

Who cares, you know?

It'll be good for you.

Remember this: Don't do it to make friends with people who are trying to use you to further the big-business desire to glorify worthless rock stars like Stillwater.

Don't let those swill merchants rewrite you.

-"Swill merchants." That's good.
-Yeah, swill merchants.

-What are you listening to?
-Stillwater.

Stillwater? f*cking kid's doing drugs.

No, no, no, no, no...

No more than four days and I want you to give me a phone number where you are every minute.

I want you to call me twice a day, and you do not miss more than one test!

And no drugs.

This is a big mistake.

Come on, Doris, you darling bus.

You can make it.

-This is what I was talking about.
-Russell, excuse me.

I was wondering if maybe we could find some time to talk when we get to Phoenix.

I want to interview everybody separately and I felt we'd start with just you and me.

Absolutely.

Because I've got a thing in a couple days.

We'll figure out something better later.

Just enjoy the ride.

-Keep playing that song.
-All right.

Hey, man. Will you put a "do not disturb" on my door?

Here's your key.

Larry, bags in ten.

Hey, come by in a few minutes.

We'll do that interview.

-All right?
-Sure.

Is this Mr. Miller?

Yeah.

You have a message from Elaine.

Your mother.

She's a handful.

-I know.
-She freaked me out.

I'm worried, man.

No, you can trust him. He's a fan.

But it's Rolling Stone.

He looks harmless, but he does represent the magazine that trashed "Layla," broke up Cream, ripped every album Led Zeppelin ever made.

Don't forget the rules, man.

This little sh*t is the Enemy.

He writes what he sees.

If I don't get into a room and take a Valium...

Although it would be cool to be on the cover.

You're gonna get me in trouble.

You're so trying to get me into so much trouble.

Simon Kirke from Bad Company is by the pool.

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping.

Go away!

Should I come by later?

Yes. I'm in too truthful a mood!

-Maybe that's a good thing.
-Go away!

You okay?

Yeah.

Go away!

Don't worry. Come to the radio interview tonight. Okay?

-Go away!
-Okay.

-Bye.
-You're so rude.

It's fine. He'll be here a couple of days.

-May I speak with William, please?
-He's still down in the bar with the band.

They're back from the radio station.

Is this Maryann with the pot?

Hello?

No. This is not Maryann with the pot.

This is Elaine, his mother.

Could you give William a message for me, please?

Tell him to call home immediately.

And also tell him...

I know what's going on.

All right. Okay. But I'm just gonna say this, and I'm gonna stand by it: You should be really proud of him.

Because I know men, and I'll bet you do too.

And he respects women, and he likes women.

And let's just pause and appreciate a man like that.

You created him out of thin air.

You raised him right.

He's having a great time.

He's doing a good job.

And don't worry, he's still a virgin, and we're all looking out for him.

You know? That's more than I've ever even said to my own parents.

So there you go.

This is a maid speaking, by the way.

-Can you please hold it down?
-Sorry, ma'am!

Russell. So, what is it you love about music?

Shut that thing off and I'll tell you the truth, all right?

Look. f*ck it, I trust you, so I'm just gonna lay this right on you.

Just make us look cool.

I will quote you warmly and accurately.

Well, that's what I'm worried about.

You see, some of us, we got girlfriends back home, you know?

Some of us have wives.

And some of the people that you meet on the road are really amazing people.

Like you.

Yeah. But some of the stuff that happens, it's good for a few people to know about, as opposed to, say...

a million people.

-Understand what I'm trying to say?
-Yeah.

I grew up with these guys, but I can't play all that I can play.

I'm past them, as musicians, but the more popular we get, the bigger their houses get, the more responsibilities, the pressure.

The harder it gets for me to walk out on them.

What am I doing?

I am telling secrets to the one guy you don't tell secrets to.

No. No. We'll...

We'll do the interview tomorrow.

-Okay.
-Okay.

So tonight it's...

Well, friends.

-Yeah, right.
-We trust you.

-Hey, hey, what's going on?
-Russell just got electrocuted!

Come on! Let's get on the bus!

Let's go! Let's go!

Who's taking care of us?

Who's responsible for the gear?

I'll deal with it. Get on the bus, please.

-Come on! Let's go!
-Hey, cowboy.

-Hey, you the manager of this band?
-Yes. That and more.

Yeah, well, you didn't finish your full set, man.

Listen, pal. Your shoddy stage setup almost k*lled my guitarist!

Well, you trashed my f*cking dressing room and you didn't do your 25 minutes!

-Don't f*ck with my band's safety ever!
-Well, f*ck you, man!

I'm gonna report you to every promoter in this country!

What? What? What is that?

What are you, Bruce Lee?

Lock the gates!

Just go through the f*cking gate.

This is your last f*cking tour, man!

Lock the gates on these f*ck!

-Where's my g*dd*mn cart?
-William?

William!

William! William!

I forgot to tell you. Your mom called.

She says you gotta call home immediately.

And she says to tell you, "I know what's going on."

So I'll see you guys in Topeka, okay?

Amateurs! You don't know who you're dealing with here!

Lock the gates!

-You want to buy a gate?
-Yeah!

You just bought a gate!

Russell, wake up.

Wake up, man. High school girls.

g*dd*mn!

Let it go, fellas. Let it go, buddy.

d*ck, when are we getting to Topeka, man?

-Larry, you're a sick individual.
-Wake up, man.

Look at all these f*cking tasty-looking high school girls.


We can't stop the bus every time you see a girl in shorts.

Hey, when we go to Morocco, I think we should wear completely different clothes and be completely different people.

What will our names be?

What do you think of Russell?

I like him.

But that's between us.

Because I am a professional.

You're coming to Cleveland, right?

Oh, no, no, no.

I have to get my interview with Russell before Greenville.

-And you've got to help me, okay?
-Here's the thing about Russell.

He's my last project.

I only do this for a very few people, and I think we should do it together.

Because all the guys are good, but he could be great.

What's your real name?

All right, let's go.

Oh, it's okay.

I'm easy to forget. Just leave me behind!

I'm only the f*cking lead singer!

Hey!

You told me you'd tell me where you were every minute.

-Mom, I know!
-You told me you'd call me twice a day.

- I know.
-You told me you wouldn't miss one test.

-I'll be home for graduation.
-Mom--

-Where are you?

Right now, Topeka, then Greenville, then home.

What about graduation?

We had an agreement, William.

I'm sorry I didn't call you yesterday.

I just miss you. I don't understand why I've driven my kids so far away from me.

By all practical rules, don't I get you for another three years?

Was I not fun?

-Yes.
-William!

This is Beth from Denver.

She's one of the legendary original Band A*DS.

-She's clairvoyant!
-I can't read your mind or anything.

I mean, I pick up things here and there.

Estrella says hi.

She says I can stay in your room.

Sure.

Great! I've got some hydroponic pot!

Wow, your aura is really fantastic!

-It's this beautiful purple color.
-I love you.

I missed the last thing you said.

-Your aura is purple!
- I love you.

-What?
-Purple! It's purple!

-Mom, what?
-Your aura is purple!

I miss you and I love you!

I love you.

All right.

Fire away. I'm ready.

Do you have to be depressed to write a sad song?

Do you have to be in love to write a love song?

Is a song better if it really happened to you?

Like "Love Thing." Where did you write that? And who is it about?

When did you get so professional?

Gentlemen, your first T-shirts have arrived.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Yes!

It's the record company's mistake, and they will pay.

T-shirts are gone, band happy. All right?

Can we just skip the vibe and go straight to us laughing about this?

Yeah, okay.

Because I can see by your face you want to get into it.

How can you tell?

I'm just one of the out-of-focus guys.

Here. Take it.

Let's take a good look at it, all right?

See, you love this T-shirt.

It lets you say everything you want to say.

Well, it speaks pretty loudly to me.

It's a T-shirt.

Do you give a sh*t about a T-shirt?

I'm just hungry. Let's just go find some barbecue or something.

I'm always gonna tell you the truth.

From the very beginning, we said I'm the front man and you're the guitarist with mystique.

That's the dynamic we agreed on.

Page, Plant. Mick, Keith.

But somehow it's all turning around.

We have got to control what's happening!

-There's a responsibility here.
-Excuse me.

Didn't we all get into this to avoid responsibility?

I can't say any more with the writer here.

No, no, no.

You can trust him. Say what you want.

He won't write it.

Look, I work as hard, or harder, than anybody on that stage.

You know what I do? I connect.

I get people off!

I look for the one guy who isn't getting off

and I make him get off.

Actually, that you can print!

And yet, why do I always end up feeling like I'm a joke to you?

You want to pretend this isn't gonna be a very big band? Well, it is!

You call yourself a leader of this band but your direction allowed this T-shirt when you allowed d*ck to manage us.

Because he's your friend!

Don't you see, man?

The T-shirt is everything.

Is it my turn now? I think we should, for once, say what we really mean.

-This is the part where you quit!
-Right, I'm so predictable.

Deal with it.

-Let me say what nobody else wants to.
-What?

Your looks have become a problem!

All right, okay, enough. Break it up.

Everyone out of the room for five minutes.

Hey!

Yeah. William. Sorry.

Come on, man. Come on. Come on.

Let's go find something real.

From here on out, I'm only interested in what is real.

Real people, real feelings.

That's all I'm interested in from here on out.

You're real.

-Thanks.
-You know, you know all about us, and I don't know sh*t about you.

Tell me, what's your family like?

My dad died of a heart attack.

And my sister believes that my mom is so intense that she had to escape our family.

And they can't seem to find a way to get through it.

They don't even speak to each other anymore.

Plus, she gave me all her albums, and now she's a stewardess.

It's good to talk about.

Really good. But here I am telling secrets to the one guy you're not supposed to tell your secrets to.

You're Russell from Stillwater.

Well, yeah, on my better days, I am Russell from Stillwater.

Hey, want to go to a party with me at my friend Aaron's house?

I know you're a big rock star and all but do you want to hang with some good people looking to have a good time?

We're just real Topeka people, man.

No.

-Thanks, man.
-You too.

Oh, my God. Holy sh*t. f*ck!

I grew up with that lampshade, man!

I love this kitchen.

I f*cking love this kitchen!

That's William over there. Hey, William!

You, Aaron, are what it's all about.

You're real.

Your room is real.

Your friends are real.

Real, man, real. You know? Real.

Real, you know?

You're more important than all the silly machinery.

Silly machinery. And you know it!

In 11 years, it's gonna be 1984, man.

Think about that.

Want to see me feed a mouse to my snake?

Yes.

Russell, we should probably get back with the others.

It's over, Daddy.

Hey, there's acid in the beer that's in the red cups.

That's mine.

Topeka. Check it out.

Please, don't give him any more acid. Thank you.

d*ck? d*ck, I got him.

He's okay.

He is on acid, though.

I can't really tell.

How do you know when it's kicked in?

I am a golden god!

Yes, you are!

I am a golden god!

Hey, Russell.

Don't jump.

And you can tell Rolling Stone magazine that my last words...

were...

"I'm on drugs."

I think we should work on those last words!

Okay, I got it. I got it. I got it.

I got it. I got it. This is better.

Last words...

"I dig music."

Yeah.

"I'm on drugs!"

Just come on down and we'll go back to the hotel.

Okay.

-Jump.
-Jump!

They've been crying for you like a bunch of whimpering pussies.

The band is over.

-This is my family now.
-That's right.

-Right.
-Definitely. It's over.

-He's staying with us.
-Let's just ride on down to Greenville.

We'll listen to some great music, we'll finish the tour and then we'll leave those ungrateful fools behind.

Then we'll come back here, where you'll live.

-That sounds good.
-He can stay in our basement.

-I see what you're doing, and I like it.
-Okay, good.

Come on.

I got it, man. I got it.

That felt kind of good, though.

Excuse me, kids.

Look at him.

He's taking notes with his eyes.

How do we know you're not a cop, huh?

The Enemy? Stop f*cking looking at me!

Easy. Easy.

Don't worry.

He only means half of what he says.

Which half?

d*ck, just help me get my interview.

-I have to go home, d*ck.
-Okay, okay.

-d*ck, I have to go home.
-Look.

You saved the tour.

That's good enough for now, all right?

-Come on, big fella, let's go.
-I hurt the flower.

Did you, man? You hurt the flower?

That's nice. Come on, on the bus.

Ladies and gentlemen, the evening is over!

We hope you all enjoyed yourselves, and we'll see you all again in 1974.

Good evening!

I have to go home.

You are home.

In Carl Jung's opinion, we all have a sixth sense, intuition.

When you meet someone and you feel like you can't live without them, this could be the memory of a past love
from the collective unconscious.

Or it could just be hormones.

I'm sorry, I can't concentrate.

Rock stars have kidnapped my son.

Lester, Rolling Stone calling me.

I don't have my key interview.

I don't know what to say.

Days are just going by out here.

You're flipping out. It's good. All right.

This is how you blow their minds.

He's gonna ask you--

-This is Ben Fong-Torres, right?
-Yeah, yeah.

He's gonna ask you how the story's going, and this is what you do.

Tell him...

you know, it's... it's a think piece...

"Think piece."

...about a mid-level band struggling with their own limitations in, you know, the harsh face of stardom.

"Harsh face."

Yeah, he'll wet himself.

Greenville.

I'm bored.

Party in his bedroom.

Who hid the Quaaludes from me?

I have to pee.

Let's deflower the kid.

Hold on, hold on.

Wait. I should leave.

I think things are going backwards for me.

-Backwards?
-Well, I don't know. I just--

I thought maybe we could hang out.

You know, do some stuff back home, like regular stuff.

Get to know each other a little bit better, and then I'd see you pee.

I mean, you know, that's just the way I usually do it.

You're one of us.

If you come to Cleveland, Bowie is gonna be at Swingos, the greatest hotel in America.

And I'll introduce you to him and his security guard, Dennis.

Don't you have any regular friends?

Famous people are just more interesting.

Well, I would be worried that they were using me.

Boy, if this was the real world and someone talked to me like that.

-Not that anybody's using you!

No. Hold on.

I'm not famous. But--

-Your time has come.
-Did Russell call?

-Deflower.
-Opie must die.

-No. No.
-Pants him, girls.

Stop. We're talking.

Opie must die.

-No. Okay, this isn't funny.
-No, come on!

-Up!
-Please.

Guys, come on. I have to write.

No.

No.

Baby, yeah.

Come on, Penny. Join us.

Take a vacation from yourself.

Leave this up to professionals.

Don't worry, William.

I've seen the future, and this all works out reasonably well.

"Reasonably"?

Hello?

Hello. This is Ben Fong-Torres calling from Rolling Stone.

Hi, Ben Fong-Torres from Rolling Stone.

Hello, hello.

Such a sexy voice.

Hello, Ben.

William Miller, this is your editor at Rolling Stone. How's the story?

I'm getting good stuff out here.

Yeah, it sounds like it.

Man, I need some--

Now, listen. Get it together, man.

We're both professionals here, okay?

I don't need to tell you this.

You're not out there to join the party.

We already have one Hunter Thompson.

You're out there to interview and to report. You got me?

Now, this isn't Creem magazine.

This is Rolling Stone.

We need this story in four days.

Now, I want to know how it's shaping up.

It's a think-piece about a mid-level band struggling with their own limitations in the harsh face of stardom.

That's great.

I like what we're saying. Let me try and get you 1,000 more words.

Now, it's in consideration for the cover, but don't tell the band.

The cover of Rolling Stone magazine.

Crazy.

Crazy.

...some coffee.

Me too.

Greenville is so boring.

You know, any other city in the world, and you'd still be a virgin.

-Oh, God. Oh, God.
-What?

I've never written anything more than a few pages in my whole life.

-Don't worry, baby, you will.
-I gotta find Russell.

-I gotta find Russell.
-Will you take the laundry?

Take the laundry?

What am I to you? Tell me.

Tell me right now.

What am I to you?

Excuse me, sir, would you mind signing for this?

Good morning.

Please go the f*ck away!

-Hey, how you doing?
-Hi.

Oh, my God! It's Stillwater! Oh, my God!

Hi, welcome to Swingos Celebrity Inn.

You must be Stillwater.

It's Bowie!

Bowie! Bowie!

Hi, Mom. I'm in Cleveland.

Well, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm gonna fly back Monday morning.

No, no, no, I'll only miss one test.

I'll be back for graduation.

Tell her you're a sl*ve to the groove.

You can't help it.

No, Russell. No.

Russell. Russell. Russell.

Hey, Mom, it's Russell Hammond.

I play guitar in Stillwater.

How does it feel to be the mother of the greatest rock journalist we've met?

Hello?

Hello?

Look, you got a great kid here.

There's nothing to worry about.

We're taking good care of him.

You should come to the show sometime and join the circus.

-Listen to me, mister.

Your charm doesn't work on me.

I'm onto you.

Of course you like him.

Well, yeah.

He worships you people. That's fine by you as long as he helps make you rich.

-Rich? I don't think so. We sit--
-Listen to me.

He's a smart, good-hearted 15-year-old kid with infinite potential.

This is not some apron-wearing mother you're speaking to.

I know all about your Valhalla of decadence. I shouldn't have let him go.

He's not ready for your world of compromised values and diminished brain cells that you throw away like confetti.

Am I speaking to you clearly?

-Yes, ma'am.
-If you break his spirit, harm him in any way, keep him from his chosen profession, which is law, something you
may not value but I do, you will meet the voice on the other end of this phone and it will not be pretty.

Do we understand each other?

-Yes, ma'am.
-I didn't ask for this role but I'll play it.

Now go do your best.

"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."

Goethe said that.

It's not too late for you to become a person of substance, Russell.

Please get my son home safely.

You know, I'm glad we spoke.

-All right, boys.
-All right.

Your mom kind of freaked me out.

She means well.

From Troy, Michigan, would you please welcome to Cleveland...

Stillwater!

Russell!

I love you!

Yeah!

So, Russell, when you play a great show like tonight--

Okay, I need everyone's attention, please.

Girls, I need five minutes with the band alone.

Right. Well, it seems the rumors are true.

The record company has sent a big-time manager here to try and talk you into replacing me.

His name is Dennis Hope.

I know you've all heard of him.

He's got all the big bands.

He's outside right now and he wants five minutes with you.

And, well, I think we've gotta do this.

-Send him in.
-Bring him in.

-We'll send him out on a rail!
-All right.

We'll finish the interview in Maryland.

You can fly home from Maryland.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi.

We've got a manager.

He's been with us from the beginning.

Respectfully. We all have our roots.

I believe in bands holding on to their roots.

Those roots need to be augmented.

Your manager here needs a manager.

Example: If you hadn't run out on your contract in Phoenix, we could have sued over Russell's hand.

But you left, negating the contract, forfeiting the deposit.

You effectively traveled a long way to pay that promoter to electrocute you.

Your damages have put you way in the hole for this tour.

Right now, you owe the record company more than you got.

But your record's selling.

There's money to be made.

So I brought a plane in.

We could add more shows to make up the difference, respectfully.

We travel by bus.

Doris is the soul of this band.

That bus has been our home since we were the Jeff Bebe Band. No way.

Hey, man, I'd travel on a pogo stick if I thought we could make more money.

-You could play more dates with a plane.
-Well, it's not about money.

It's about playing music and turning people on.

Clearly. Respectfully.

Why should we pay you for something we can do?

You know how to keep from getting charged for the ice below the floorboards at Chicago Stadium?

Do you know how to do a headlining tour?

Do you know how to get a record not pressed, but played?

You gotta take what you can, when you can, while you can

and you gotta do it now.

That's what the big boys do.

Because if you think Mick Jagger will still be out there trying to be a rock star at age 50, you're sadly, sadly mistaken.

I didn't invent the rainy day, man.

I just own the best umbrella.

I'm telling you, you're coming along at a very dangerous time for rock and roll.

The w*r is over. They won.

They will ruin rock and roll and strangle everything we love about it, Put them up.

-All right. Money down.

All right. One guy says, "I'll draw a picture and you guess what it is."

Hey.

-Can I help you?

-Is Russell Hammond here?
-Hey, the Enemy!

-Come on in, son.

Welcome to the road manager poker party.

This game's been going on for two years.

Find a spot.

-This is Mick. He's with The Who.
-How you doing?

Raymond. He's with the Eagles.

Reg, he's with Humble Pie.

-I think you know Red Dog.
-Hey, brother!

We've been developing this system of poker over the years

so you can play it in any condition.

-I'm in.
-All right. All right.

Side proposition to the winner: for 50 bucks and a case of Heineken, I'll throw into the pot three lovely ladies, including Miss Penny Lane of the famous Band A*DS, who have to leave the tour before New York.

-Russ? Is that okay with you?
-Russ is getting soft on us.

-Is that okay?
-Okay.

It's a deal.

Show them.

Three lovely ladies in the custody of Humble Pie.

Be good to them, Reg.

All right, so we owe you $50 and a case of Heineken.

-Yeah.
-All right.

-Joint?
-You know how I know this is good stuff?

-How?
-This is from Crosby.

-Is that the Crosby weed?
-Yeah. This is from Crosby.

-I'm in.
-I'm in.

Give me a light. I want a fire.

Look, nobody's feelings are getting hurt here.

She already knows Leslie's coming to New York tomorrow.

Everybody understands.

This is the circus.

Everybody's trying not to go home.

Nobody's saying goodbye.

Quit looking at me like that.

You think you can fool me.

I can read you.

I know what you're thinking.

-What's that?
-You're worried about me and Russell.

Yeah, I gotta work on that.

You're so sweet.

God, if there was more of you in him.

Don't tell me this stuff.

I want to like him.

Did you miss a test or something?

-You have no idea.
-I know I'm not on the plane.

I'm not going on some other band's bus.

I could go with the Stillwater road crew, but that would be pathetic, and the girls are all going with Humble Pie.

-So if you could find out from Russell--
-Penny.

Forget it. I'm flying to New York myself.

I've got a bunch of partial tickets.

I know his ex-wife, current-girlfriend thing...

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

What are you saying? What are you talking about? Did Russell say something?

No. No.

-I don't know anything.
-I know he wants me there.

Wake up!

Don't go to New York.

-Why are you yelling at me?
-I thought we were going to Morocco.

There is no Morocco.

There's never been a Morocco.

There's not even a Penny Lane.

I don't even know your real name.

If I ever met a man in the real world who looked at me the way you just looked at me--

When and where does this "real world" occur?

I mean, I am really confused here.

All these rules and all these sayings and nicknames.

Honey, you're too sweet for rock and roll.

"Sweet"?

Where do you get off?

Where do you get "sweet"?

I am dark, and mysterious, and pissed off!

And I could be very dangerous to all of you.

I am not sweet.

And you should know that about me.

I am the Enemy!

Look, you should be happy for me.

You don't know what he says to me in private.

Maybe it is love, as much as it can be for somebody--

Who sold you to Humble Pie for 50 bucks and a case of beer?

I was there.

I was there!

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

What kind of beer?

Welcome to New York!

It's okay to be nervous.

You should be nervous.

All you can do is be yourself and leave a pint of blood on that stage.

Hey, William.

We showed you America.

We did everything but get you laid.

No. Yeah?

She's here.

-Russell, can I have your autograph?
-Yeah.

Leslie!

-How you doing?
-Jeffrey.

Room's fully stocked.

Air conditioning's on.

-And by the way, you look stunning.
-Thanks. See you later.

All right, bags in five!

Cars leave for the party at 6:00.

-William?
-Vic!

It's all happening. They're here.

Zeppelin are here. They are here.

They're at the Plaza.

Sapphire and Miss Penny Lane are there too.

They're all staying under the name "Emily Rugburn."

-Wait. Penny Lane is here?
-Emily Rugburn.

William Miller?

Sir, you have an urgent call.

Hello?

Hello, this is Jann Wenner, publisher of Rolling Stone.

Congratulations, it's gonna be a cover.

Annie Leibovitz will sh**t them next week in LA, but we are gonna need you back in San Francisco tomorrow.

You can finish the story here. Okay?

Talk to Ben.

You can tell the band.

Alison, our fact-checker, needs you to transmit whatever you have of the story tonight, now, along with your notes.

There's a mojo at the Daily News they'll let us use.

A mojo?

A mojo. It's a very modern machine that transmits pages over the telephone.

It only takes 18 minutes a page.

Guys, I have some good news.

I don't know why, though.

Guys! Guys!

Guys!

You're gonna be on the cover of Rolling Stone.

Are you serious?

The cover of Rolling Stone.

And we made it together.

And they don't just put somebody with one little hit on the cover of Rolling Stone f*cking magazine, man!

Damn it, I'm gonna enjoy this.

When I first bought the magazine, The Beatles were on the cover.

The Beatles.

Four of them, four of us.

Thank you!

Who is that girl? She's creeping me out.

She's not with any of you guys, is she?

Yeah, she's with me.

So, who's gonna sh**t it?

I want Annie Leibovitz or Neal Preston.

I love Annie's stuff.

She does great stuff.

I am no good at goodbyes.

And you...

are the last of my old-time friends.

Polexia.

Polexia went to England with Deep Purple.

Can you believe that?

Even Sapphire went some place else.

All she left was her Quaaludes.

Oh, wonderful.

Where's Beth?

Quaalude, Where's my friends?

Where are all my friends?

Front desk?

Could you please send a doctor?

Room 537.

Penny, get up!

I'm up.

My wife's had an accident with some Quaaludes.

-So tired.
-You gotta get up, Penny.

Penny, get up. Get up.

You know that. You know that I'm retired.

I've always been.

I'm retired and I'm tired.

-Jane Abbott.
-Miss Jane Abbott.

Miss Judy Stanton.

-Thank you so much.
-Congratulations. Congratulations.

-Raymond Sanchez.
-Mr. Raymond Sanchez.

Seats and tray tables.

Seat back and tray tables locked.

And our pending graduate William Miller, not present.

Why doesn't he love me?

And to the class of 1973 we say, don't forget to remember yourselves as you are today--

Full of hope, and the dream that everything is possible.

Penny, no! Wake up!

-I'm up.
-And remember this, 20 years from now...

Well, now that I have your attention...

I know you've heard this before, and I've never said this to anybody.

Well, nobody who didn't legally have to say it back to me.

But...

Oh, God, why am I so nervous?

You'll never remember this.

I love you.

And I'm about to boldly go where...

many men have gone before.

Okay, who do we got here?

-What's her name?
-Emily.

Okay, sweetheart, sit up, sit up, sit up.

-Good girl. What did you take, sweetheart?
-I'll get her legs.

-What did you take?
-Okay.

-What did you take? Come on.
-I don't know.

-Yes, you do. Tell us what you took.
-Okay.

Emily, we're gonna have to pump your stomach, okay?

-Emily, wake up. All right.
- I got the tubes. Here we go. Water.

All right, you're gonna have to swallow this tube.

All right? Open, open, open.

-All right, come on.
-Don't fight us, we're trying to help you.

-Relax.
-Come on, swallow. Swallow.

I know. I know.

Swallow this now. No, don't bite on it.

Swallow. Emily, come on, swallow.

-Just relax. Got it.
-Very good.

There we go. All done. All done.

Now we've gotta, come on, feed some liquid into your stomach.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've done twice the things I've said I've done.

What about your mom?

She always said, "Marry up. Marry someone grand."

And that's why she named me "Lady."

She named you "Lady"?

Lady Goodman.

Lady Goodman.

That's great.

Now you know all my secrets.

You've got me.

See you back in the real world.

Thank you...

William Miller.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Eastern Airlines nonstop service to San Diego.

In preparation for our departure today, we'd like to ask, please, that you extinguish all flammable items and do return all seats and tray tables to their full--

...that your seat belts are securely fastened.

And do make note of the emergency exits.

Hey, why didn't you come back to the party last night? Bob Dylan showed up.

He was sitting at our table for an hour or something, right?

-Yeah.
-Just rapping.

Bob Dylan at our f*cking table.

I was looking for you.

I was gonna introduce you.

What happened to you last night?

It's a long story.

Hi, this is Craig, your pilot.

It appears we've caught the edge of that electrical storm.

-Oh, my God.
-Electrical storm?

Buckle up tight. Gonna do our best to get you out of this.

-Rock and roll.
-We shouldn't be here.

-Oh, my God!
-Oh, baby!

Doris, we miss you!

All right, listen.

We're gonna try and land in Tupelo.

-We found a field to land in.
-A field?

I can't breathe, man.

It's gonna be kind of a rough set-down, but we should be fine.

Just hang in there, and we'll get you out of this.

Everyone says it's so glamorous out here.

-He just told us we're gonna die.
-We're gonna die?

Oh, my God!

If something should happen--

Maybe I never said this enough.

I love all of you.

I once hit a man in Dearborn, Michigan.

A hit-and-run.

I hit him and just kept on going.

I don't know if he's alive or dead, but I'm sorry.

Not a day goes by I don't see his face.

Oh, my God!

Look, I love you all too.

You're like family to me!

Especially since Marna left me.

Listen, fellas, I just want you to know, if I took an extra dollar here and there, it's because I knew I'd earned it.

-Yeah, I slept with Marna, d*ck.
- I did too.

I waited until you broke up with her, d*ck, but me too.

I also slept with Leslie, when you were fighting.

-You slept with Jeff?
-Yeah, but it didn't count.

It was the summer we decided to be free of all rules.

-And you say you love me!
-I don't love you, man. I never did.

None of us love you.

-You act above us. You always have.
-Finally, the truth.

You just held it over us, like you might leave.

Like we're lucky to be with you.

And we had to live with it, man.

I had to live with you, and now I might die with you, and it's not f*cking fair!

Please, enough!

And I'm still in love with you, Leslie.

I don't want to hear any more.

-Shut up, Jeffrey!
-"Jeffrey"?

-It's all happening.
-What the f*ck!

Whatever happens, Bebe, you're dead!

Don't be self-righteous, Russell.

Not now, man.

You were sleeping with Penny, that f*cking groupie, last summer up until yesterday.

Why don't you tell Leslie that?

-Shut up!
-I quit!

-I'm gonna k*ll you!
-I quit!

"That groupie"?

She was a Band Aid.

All she did was love your band.

And you all used her.

All of you.

You used her and threw her away!

She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan.

You guys, you're always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans.

She was your biggest fan, and you threw her away!

And if you can't see that, that's your biggest problem.

And I love her! I love her!

f*ck it!

I'm-- I'm g*y!

Thank God above, we're alive!

We're alive! We're gonna make it!

Sweet relief!

Sweet elixir of life.

Hallelujah. Dear God.

Write what you want.

You're William Miller?

Yep.

Oh, baby.

Didn't anything happen?

I mean, after $600 in room-service bills?

Didn't you get anything on tape with Russell Hammond?

And where are you in this piece?

What did you want to write?

Because this reads like what they wanted you to write.

You obviously saw more than you wrote about.

-Something must've happened.
-Okay, push up Flippo's Who cover.

Good. It's gonna take me three days to get through this research.

It's all handwritten on little bits of paper.

It's a puff piece.

Plus, they refer to all the women as "chicks."

-I have a problem with that.
-You want them to like you.

-It happens.
-It's embarrassing.

Ben, you told me to send what I had.

It's not finished.

Give me tonight to work on it.

Oh, man.

You made friends with them.

See, friendship is the booze they feed you.

Because they want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.

Well, it was fun.

Because they make you feel cool.

-Hey, I met you. You are not cool.
- I know.

Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.

Because we are uncool.

While women will always be a problem for guys like us, most of the great art in the world is about that very problem.

Good-looking people, they got no spine.

Their art never lasts.

They get the girls, but we're smarter.

-Yeah, I can really see that now.
-Because great art is about guilt and longing, and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love.

Hey, lets face it, you got a big head start.

I'm glad you were home.

I'm always home. I'm uncool.

-Me too.
-You're doing great, you know?

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.

Listen, my advice to you, and I know you think these guys are your friends.

If you want to be a true friend to them, be honest...

and unmerciful.

"I'm flying high over Tupelo, Mississippi with America's hottest band, and we're all about to die."

-Dark, lively.
-Yeah, yeah, and it gets better.

Did this all really happen?

Give it to me.

I'll call and check the quotes.

Holy sh*t! I just got off the phone with Rolling Stone.

-They called me too. What's he using?
-All. He's using it all.

This according to the fact checker.

-So what.
-"So what"?

We come off like amateurs.

Some average band trying to come to grips with success.

Jealous and fighting and breaking up.

We're buffoons!

"Rock and roll can save the world"?

"The chicks are great"?

I sound like a d*ck.

-You are a d*ck.
-I never said that.

Maybe we just don't see ourselves the way we really are.

Is it that hard to make us look cool?

Russell, this kid has you on acid screaming, "I'm a golden god," from a fan's rooftop.

They used him to f*ck us. They'll probably just put you on the cover.

Wait. I never said, "I'm a golden god."

Or did I?

He was never a person.

He was a journalist!

It's phenomenal, William, to be quite honest with you.

It's sophisticated, intelligent.

We only had to cut out a couple of graphs.

Jeff Bebe's mother already sent over a shoe box full of childhood photos.

-She did?
-It's gonna look fantastic.

The band just denied 90% of the story. It's a fabrication.

You weren't honest.

And worse, you wasted our time.

Did you talk to Russell Hammond?

Russell Hammond is the one who denied it.

-Now wait a second.
-Denied it.

We're going with The Who.

Manuscript's in my office.

He's just some fan. What do you expect?

Ben! Wait!

William?

You guys, this is my brother.

-Nice to finally meet you.
-You have a good day.

You guys, I'll deadhead back later.

I think I'm needed.

I'll see you.

You look awful.

But it's great.

You're living your life.

You're free of Mom.

Hey, I'll take off work.

Let's have an adventure together.

You and me, finally.

Anywhere you want to go.

Anywhere in the world.

This is not my idea of a good time.

-Just get me to my bed.
-I'll deal with her.

I forgive you.

I didn't apologize.

Hey, Sapphire.

Hey, boy.

- I hate goodbyes.
-Me too.

Is Penny okay?

The Quaaludes incident?

Well, it wasn't pretty.

She could've died.

I always told her not to let too many guys fall in love with her.

I guess I was wrong.

One of them ended up saving her life.

William?

What do you care? I mean, we all know what you did to him.

I mean, everybody knows.

Even Penny Lane.

-Hey, Russell.
-Hey.

How you doing?

Can you believe these new girls?

None of them use birth control, and they eat all the steak.

I mean, they don't even know what it is to be a fan.

You know, to truly love some silly little piece of music or some band so much that it hurts.

Hello, Penny?

It's Russell. Don't hang up.

I can't really talk right now.

I'm in a roomful of people.

Actually, I'm alone.

I won't call again, I promise.

But I need to see you face-to-face because I'm never as good as when you're there and I can see myself the way you look at me.

And I'm sorry. If we could just get together and find some time to talk...

let's say all the things we never said.

Give me your address.

I'm coming to you...

this time.

Got a pen?

Hello, Penny.

Hello, Penny.

Hello. Hello, Penny.

I'm Russell Hammond.

So this is the famous Russell Hammond.

Come in.

-Is she home?
-Who? Anita?

-Where am I?
-Hello?

Hi.

You know, when we spoke, I felt that we connected.

Oh, man.

My son is very important to me too.

And I do think you owe him an apology.

I appreciate you showing up.

No, no, I agree, ma'am.

There's hope for you yet, Russell.

Well...

Hi.

So this is...

where the Enemy sleeps.

You know, I think we both wanted to be with her.

And she wanted us to be together.

You should give her a call.

You both live in the same city.

-You really think I should?
-Yeah.

That girl really cares about you.

Man, I never even knew her real name.

I called your magazine and told them the truth.

I don't know what they're gonna do with it, but I told them every word you wrote was true.

We are gonna do this one more time.

So, Russell...

what do you love about music?

To begin with...

everything.

-Tickets!
-How much? How much?

Morocco. Seat by the window, please.

Thank you.