01x01 - Don't Let the Name Fool You

[bunniefuu]

-Lily, Lily, when am I going

to see you on stage again?

Vic, where's your

singer been hiding?

What's going on with him?

Come on, Leo,

you like talking.

-Hey, can I get your autograph?

Please?

-Hey! No, not you,

the lighting guy.

Lighting guy.

Bringer of the light!

[mutters indistinctly]

Woo!

-Come on, give us something.

When is The Relentless

going to play shows again?

-We'll be touring soon enough.

-Really?

Oh my God!

-Sign my t*ts.

-Oh, uh, do you want to just

sign my stomach?

-Yes, uh

Yeah.

Oh, oh!

[laughs]

-You've got a pretty face.

-Lily, got anything confirmed?

-The only thing confirmed

is how f*cked into oblivion

your stupid little

TV show is.

-Don't give into that,

man, that's what they

want you to do.

-What? Honestly, seriously,

get the f*ck back.

Ever heard of personal space?

You guys are

Hollywood c*ck.

-Going solo soon, Lily?

-f*cking prick.

-Whoa!

Leo.

Come on, been nothing

for over a year.

Why are you saying soon?

-Because soon we'll

be flat broke.

Music industry's f*cked

for rock bands right now.

To survive,

we got to tour.

And there is no way

Johnny's gonna lose that house

he's in with Gretchen.

Happy now?

Got what you need?

[laughing]

-Your favorite Hollywood

press caught up with

three of the members

of The Relentless

last night on

the Sunset strip.

After achieving

worldwide success

amidst a ton

of controversy

with one of the biggest

debut albums

from a rock band in years,

the group's been on

a 15 month hiatus

following disturbing events

involving their lead singer,

Johnny Faust.

No one has seen or heard from

him since he became a recluse

early last year,

in the wake of

the bizarre death of

his attorney

shortly after

Johnny was acquitted.

Despite demand from

his die-hard fan base,

he has denied all press requests

and has had no activity

on social media whatsoever.

Johnny, we need you back, man.

♪

[cello plays]

-Babe?

As much as I love having

you all to myself,

don't you think it's time?

-Time for what?

Pass back out?

-No, to perform again!

Do an interview.

I don't know, just

get out of your shell.

-You don't like your

deadbeat lover's

Word with Friend's request

pinging your phone all day?

It expands my vocabulary,

helps me with lyrics.

-No, I never want

that to change.

But the fans gave us

this amazing lifestyle.

You love them.

[sighs]

Everybody from the label

and the band,

everyone's just so stressed

in this weird limbo.

-So, I could stay

in bed all day,

having sex with the coolest

girl in the world

who happens to play

into my foot fetish,

or I could eat Uber eats,

or I could go back to

the psychotic music industry

with f*cking paparazzi

all over me,

ruining my tranquility,

no thanks. I'm good.

-Johnny, babe, seriously.

You wanted to become

a rock star.

Nobody forced you

into this.

And this is the only way

that you support yourself.

Do you know how expensive

it is to keep up with

this place every month?

And your Mom needs money.

Your brother is

on the streets.

-Don't bring my brother

into this.

-What about us?

What if I were to become

pregnant with twins?

This is real-life, Johnny,

this is what happens.

It's not like we don't want

to have a family someday.

-I almost went to jail

for a long f*cking time.

I almost died.

I destroyed everything.

-We've had two years to

get over it,

and now you're in your prime,

and so am I.

And you don't seem to mind

I'm not on birth control.

-Yeah, I get it.

-Are you seriously complaining

about becoming a rock star?

I missed my period this month

and you forgot to

pay the mortgage.

Pity parties

don't pay bills.

-Let 'em burn.

-Are you kidding me?

Ugh!

You don't get anything.

[phone beeps]

-What's up,

this is Johnny Faust,

we are playing

a show this week.

The Relentless are back.

See you in the Jungle,

m*therf*ckers!

-You just

Did you just post that?

Did that actually just happen?

-What else is there to do?

-Oh my God.

You are crazy.

-You want your satisfaction,

I've got your satisfaction.

-The Relentless is back!

[dog barks]

-Hey, boy.

Yes.

You just got to piss, I know.

All right.

[phone vibrates, beeps]

Let's go.

What the f*cking f*ck?

The other guys know yet?

Dylan isn't even in

the country, is he?

-Yeah, I'm working on that.

Hold on, Maya's beeping in.

Let me conference her in.

Maya, how are you doing?

You got me and Elias.

-So really?

This is for real?

-Oh, yeah, it's for real.

-We got a problem,

because every

big theater in town

is booked

and we can't do an arena

on this short of notice.

So, what, is he

f*cking crazy?

-No, we got to

underplay this thing.

Make it special,

500 seats max.

Roxy, Whiskey,

you know, maybe the Troubadour.

-They'll f*cking k*ll for this

show, are you kidding me?

-Yeah, Elias is right,

it should be about the band

getting back to their roots.

That gives us

a story to tell.

-Let's get it done.

Now.

-God, Johnny.

-No more calls, okay?

This is ridiculous.

This is one of the top

fertility doctors in town.

We waited months for

this appointment.

And we have the acupuncture

treatment for my ovaries

after this.

Why does the band have

to do this today?

-I don't know. I'm going

to ask Johnny that question.

You know what, I bet

the answer is similar

to why a beautiful,

amazing talented,

happily married woman

in her early 30s

with a husband with

a decent career

can't seem to get pregnant,

while meanwhile in

Kokomo, Indiana,

some high school dropout is

getting knocked up with twins

by her f*cking meth head

drug dealer boyfriend.

-Hi.

-Hi. how are you?

-Nice to meet you.

-I'm ready for you.

-Okay, all right.

Let's go.

-Dylan is still in

his hotel room

in South London, get him

on a direct flight

to Los Angeles, period.

Right away, Period.

-I just

-All caps, expeditiously.

-No more calls, all right?

Come on.

-That's voice to text.

-I know what

the f*ck it is.

-It picked up what you said.

[phone ringing]

♪

[phone ringing]

-Hey, Dylan.

-Not now, Ralphie, mate.

I'm in a meeting.

What the f*ck?

Come on, Johnny.

f*ck' hell, mate.

-Come on, let's go!

-Still waking up.

-You need to get

your blood flowing.

-I think I need to stretch.

-Yeah, more like stretch

the truth.

-Wait up.

-The only waiting

anybody is doing is

for your a*s to

get back on stage.

Will Johnny Faust

expand his lung capacity

for his comeback performance

and be able to catch his lover

at the same time?

Tune in to find out.

Come on, hurry up,

you're so slow!

How are you gonna do

a whole set?

Come on, you got this.

-You want how many?

Try and get one ticket.

-Morning, Elias.

-One.

Uh-huh.

What do we got, people?

-Got the sold out Roxy poster

artwork in print,

limited to 500.

Sirius XM wants to

broadcast the show live

from the Roxy.

And KROQ sent

their guest list.

-Good.

-Rolling Stone, Spin, and

Billboard are all covering

the show.

And Johnny's confirmed

to go on Hit Parader

with Matt Pinfield for

the live interview.

-Your accountant is on

line two, says urgent.

He had me print these up.

-What do you got, Jocko?

-I need five minutes

alone with you, Boss.

-Oh, in other words,

you got nothing, right?

-Oh, baby.

[giggles]

-Such a great idea.

-Mm-hmm.

[phone vibrating]

-I thought you just said you

turned the ringer off, Adam.

-I turned the ringer off,

but texts vibrate.

-Oh my God.

-Go back to sleep.

Ugh

Okay, Ralphie,

I hear you now.

Say it again.

-I f*cked up bad, Adam.

I messed up Dylan's flight

from London to L.A.

I forgot that they use

military time over there,

so when I saw 1439

on the itinerary,

I thought it was 4:39,

not 2:39.

-Cut to the chase.

Find him another flight,

he's the band's drummer.

He's the only one we have,

get him here.

-Dude, I'm looking on

the computer right now.

There's no more direct flights

that are gonna

get him there

in time to play the show.

-Ah, that's cool.

Hey, no problem.

You know, we'll play the

comeback show acoustic.

No problem.

-Thank God, dude.

Man, good idea, though.

Switching it up

for the fans, that's cool.

-No, it's not a f*cking

cool idea, Ralphie!

f*cking find a way,

get him here,

or start packing up

your f*cking desk.

You hear me?

Do you remember

when I told you this town,

this business is a jungle and

you're either a savage animal,

or you're a dying f*cking

pathetic roach?

You remember that?

-Yeah, I remember, Adam.

-If they don't play this

comeback show

it falls on me

as their f*cking manager.

And they, the press,

the fans, will tear me apart

like a f*cking

pack of wild dogs.

-I'm not gonna let that

happen, Adam.

I'm gonna make this right.

I don't know how, but

I'm gonna fix this.

-Are you alone?

-Yeah.

-b*mb threat, payphone.

-What?

-You said you'd do anything,

are you a man of your word,

Ralphie?

-Yeah, but

-Call up the airline,

tell them that the flight

Dylan is on has a b*mb on it.

That'll buy us some time.

Find a hat, cover your face.

Find a payphone.

Do it now.

-Okay.

-Hey, honey.

-You're sick.

You know that's a felony, right?

-Hey, baby

-You're really sick.

-It's all for the kids, baby.

Come on, I'm feeling

very fertile.

Come back.

-You wore this on the stage

for the European

Let 'em Burn tour, right?

-Mm-hmm.

-Are you sure you

want to sell this?

-Well, you look good in it.

[chuckles]

But, we haven't played in

over a year, Amanda.

My mortgage doesn't

take days off.

[phone vibrates]

-Hello?

-Hello, Lily Mayflower?

I'm calling regarding

your outstanding balance

with the Malibu Addiction

treatment center.

-I am broke.

-Babe, this guy just

offered three grand

for your white Chucks.

-Awesome.

Offer confirmed.

-He just wants a video of you

wearing them with no socks.

-Grungy.

-So if I wore a

sock on my c*ck,

do you think I could sell

that on eBay and get me $50?

Start a bidding w*r.

-Stop hitting on my girlfriend.

-There's a f*cking b*mb

on the London flight

leaving to LAX in 30 minutes.

-Sir, I'm having a very

difficult time hearing you.

-I'm saying there's a b*mb

on the f*cking plane.

It's going to explode

if you leave.

-And what will happen

if we don't?

-It's gonna explode,

people are gonna die.

You want that sh*t

on you conscience?

No, do something about it.

-How do you feel?

-All right.

-Hey.

Don't worry about saying

anything that might

embarrass me.

It's all in the past.

And the fans deserve

to know the truth.

-I don't deserve you.

-I know.

[giggles]

-f*cking flight had a b*mb

threat on it, didn't it?

I know one of those birds

had a crazy ex.

-You sure he's an ex?

-So what did I miss?

-It's just about to start.

-For his first interview

in almost two years,

I'm sitting right next to

the notorious front man

of The Relentless,

Johnny Faust.

Johnny, good to

see you again, man.

-Happy to be here, thanks.

-So let's talk about this.

Your first album

went platinum,

you toured in

over 35 countries,

and you've seen more

than most people will

see in a lifetime.

How do you feel about that?

-I'm grateful.

I got to travel the world,

and meet all these fans.

The truth is, though,

I think I was happier

before I became famous.

Thankfully,

I've been able

to find strength

in my sobriety, and

Gretchen has been a big

part of that for me.

-Yeah. So what happened that

made you get sober?

-I thought I lost

the love of my life.

I I cheated on

Gretchen with Lily.

After that, I fell into

-Miss Mayflower, do you care

to comment on Mr. Faust's

declaration?

-Every scene has past,

every sinner has a future.

What really can

I say, huh?

-So, Lily's his bass player.

-Yeah.

-And he slept with her?

-God.

-Yeah.

Rumor has it that, uh,

Lily had a sort of FaceTime

call from Gretchen,

while her and Johnny

were having sex.

-My God, this generation

is so f*cked.

-On your first album,

there was a lot of

association with the Occult,

claiming to have

even had contact

with the devil himself.

-The more I talk about that,

the crazier I sound,

so I'm I'm done

talking about that.

-Do you think that

devil worship is real,

like, the whole black magic

and all that stuff?

-Oh, I definitely think

there's good and evil spirits

and black magic is real.

Did you know that Jimmy Page

bought Aleister Crowley's

house and lived in it

so that he could write

Led Zeppelin songs?

-sh*t.

-I know.

-Why are you so cool, Mom?

-Oh, I like it when

you call me mom.

-I like it when

you pass the joint.

-Johnny, now that we're

at the end of this,

I've got to ask you the question

that you know

everybody wants to know.

What was the real reason

that you took a break

from the Relentless?

-This is something

I've never told anybody, but,

um

f*ck.

We were on tour,

in Las Vegas,

and this 18-year-old virgin

begged to get on the bus

for me to take

her virginity.

And I did it.

Dylan had sex with the mom.

-Of course, Johnny's got to

drag me into his storytelling.

-You all right?

-Yeah, sorry.

The next day

the mother got into a

fight with her husband.

I guess he had found out

about what happened,

and

um

he k*lled himself.

-Vic

did you know he was going

to say all this publicly?

-No, but I'm proud of him.

-You're proud of him?

-Takes a lot of courage to

own up for the messes you made.

-Yeah, you should try

it sometime.

-That is truly awful.

Have you had any contract with

the girl since that went down?

-No.

And, um I'm ashamed

to say that I haven't.

-Well, you know, it's never

too late to reach out.

-Good, I'm glad

you're watching this.

We need to talk.

[baby murmurs]

Okay, we can't keep going

the way we have been.

I don't have

any extra money,

for food, for diapers,

for doctors,

for everything that

you're gonna need to her.

-Maybe if you'd help watch

her for me, I'd have

more time to study.

I could get a better job.

-This isn't about me.

This is your life, girl.

Your decisions.

Miss Pin-up,

he's there on TV,

talking about it.

You know what you have to do.

-Well, I want to say

thank you for coming in.

-Thanks for all the

support, Lizzy.

[baby murmurs]

-We're happy you're back,

you're out.

We're looking forward

to the show at the Roxy.

That comeback show.

Johnny Faust, everybody.

I'm Matt Pinfield,

and this is Hit Parader.

-Well

back to work, I guess.

-Yeah, it's gonna be a busy

day at the office.

-Yeah.

-What do you reckon?

-Society loves when

the truth is disturbing.

-Yeah.

-I wonder if that girl's

watching this interview.

-Probably.

-You're laughing?

I'm not laughing, I don't think

it's f*cking funny.

Her dad committed suicide,

it's pretty f*cking harsh.

-Bad press is good press,

innit.

Baby made a bad bet

-Johnny, are you all right, man?

-Oh, yeah, I am

I'm fine, thanks.

-Hey, Oliver.

-How were the ratings last night

for the Relentless interview?

-Highest ratings the

network have seen in a year.

And I can't believe it.

Only Pop and Hip-hop acts

have been getting that

much viewership.

-Well, get us in the room

with the band.

They need to be with us.

-Thanks.

They're still under contract

with Elias and Akkadian.

Why don't we just

buy them out?

-That old punk rock b*stard.

He'd never sell.

Get me in a room

with Johnny Faust.

That kid is the future of rock.

Just figure it out.

-Okay, I'll try my best.

-Founder and CEO of the

Pantheon Music group

Oliver Ostergard was

in great spirits this morning

after the company posted

their highest ever

first quarter earnings.

[door opens]

Oliver has been sitting

at the top of the

-How much did he offer you?

-What did you say, honey?

-For the ab*rtion.

-Simon, stop it.

-No, seriously.

-Oh, honey.

-Sweetie, why don't you

watch something else?

Hey, how's the video for

the new Relentless single?

-It's not out yet.

Look, Mom,

I'm not a kid anymore.

I feel like I

deserve to know.

-He offered me

half a million dollars.

And I told him to

go f*ck himself.

-Half a million dollars.

Then what'd he do?

You can tell me.

-He

Offered to pay for

me to cut an album,

and do a world tour.

-Wait, so you

sacrificed your music career

-Having you

is the best decision

I ever made in my life.

Let's not dwell

on the past.

-Why didn't he want me born?

-Yo.

We should get to campus soon.

-Hey, hey.

How's the show coming along?

-Pretty cool.

-It's coming.

-Let's head out.

-Oh sh*t.

-We got the goods.

-Flyer? Nice.

-Boom.

-She is just precious.

What's her name?

-Faith.

-Faith, a beautiful name

for a beautiful baby.

You two new to town?

-We're just passing through.

-Well, welcome to

the city of Angels.

Don't let the name fool you.

-Let's go, baby.

-The guys really want

to play the one we

wrote before the hiatus.

They're going to be upset.

-They'll be more upset when

the first taste of a new album

is a video shot by a fan

on YouTube that sounds

like sh*t.

-Yeah, you always make

sense, Elias.

-Yeah, I've sold a few records,

but no matter what,

however successful you are,

you still can't sh*t on a bus.

And you gotta curb your dog.

-Well, a good way for us

all to say humble, right?

I'm hitting

this yoga class.

I'll see you at the show.

-Later.

[phone beeps]

Man.

People are going crazy.

[brakes squeal]

[car honks]

What?

What's your f*cking problem?

-Get the f*ck

out of the road.

-I live here, you know?

What, are you rat race

m*therf*ckers trying

to avoid traffic?

Read the sign.

-What, are you on Waze?

-Move your a*s, please.

-Ruin every neighborhood Waze.

-I'm going.

-Oh, please.

-Don't f*cking come back here.

Go on.

And take this stuff.

[phone dialing]

-Good morning, Natalie.

-Hey, Elliot.

-Well, we got the verdict.

-What did they say?

-The court ordered because

Simon is now 18,

that Oliver no longer

has to pay for any

of his schooling.

-But Georgetown's

a top university.

Wait, he's supposed

to be until he's 21.

-I know, the state of

New York says 21,

but now he's filing

in Beverly Hills court

because he's a

California resident.

-Well, I cannot possibly

come up with that money

by the end of summer.

-It's disgraceful he's

doing this to his own son.

And Oliver's so rich.

It's not fair to Simon at all.

How's he doing with

music out there?

-He's been playing

at Legion halls.

He seems happy.

Um, listen, Simon

just left on his scooter

to go to Kinko's.

Can I call you back, Elliot?

-Of course. Bye.

-Thanks.

-These were overnighted to you.

Some woman has been calling

the office all morning

ranting about them being

time sensitive documents?

-Just put this away for me.

-You want me just

to throw it out?

-No.

-Just get it out of

my sight, okay?

-Okay, right away.

-Come on, Ned. Get real.

I'm not gonna throw away

four million CDs.

Their great records.

-Yeah, they're great records.

They're also shrink-wrapped

pieces of plastic

that costs us 6 figures a month

for storage and returns.

-Yeah, that's ridiculous.

I'm just gonna get the staff

to do some new promotions and--

-It won't move the needle

one damn bit.

As more stores return

physical product,

you have to pay more for space.

-This is just you being

Ned the Naysayer.

-And you're about to be

a f*cking dinosaur.

It's bad enough that we

get paid a half a penny a play.

Winter is here, and

Silicon Valley are

the White Walkers.

They're taking over

the damn music business.

Nobody buys CDs anymore.

Look, I know you're

emotional because

for decades, you created

great special packaging.

Stickers and fold-up posters

put in those albums.

But now I'm using these CDs

as a g*dd*mn coffee coaster.

The dream is dead.

-Look, you dream in

numbers, Ned.

I dream in people.

-Oh, you bless your heart.

You're f*cking rude

is what you are.

Do you think I'm gonna

let us go broke?

Blowing all our streaming

money on L.A. warehouses?

Keep dreaming, pal.

-Did you just hang up

on me, Ned?

Ned?

-I wish you didn't

give me his last name,

-Um, what's wrong?

-These shitheads

on local message boards

are saying the only reason

I'm putting on bigger shows

is because of who

my dad is.

-Well, tell them the truth.

You did this all

on your own.

You've never even met Oliver.

-It's 3:00

in the afternoon, Mom.

That's real nice.

What's the excuse

today, Natalie?

-Your father

is not going to pay

for college anymore.

-Good, I don't want his

f*cking money, anyway.

Where'd you put

that sativa?

-It's in the angelbox.

Simon, I'm

I'm really sorry.

You're just going to have to

go to a local community college.

-Don't worry about

the school, okay?

I just want

to focus on music.

You can't make that

decision so quickly.

-I already have.

-Um, since when?

-Since I was like

five-years-old, Natalie.

[chuckles]

You know, drop out of school,

join a band?

That story always

ends well, right?

-Tonight's the night,

The Relentless at the Roxy.

And the tickets

are sold out.

Fans have already

started lining up outside.

The excitement is high

and the security is tight.

-Yeah, I'm on the list.

Could you just look?

I just got to get my passes,

I'm gonna miss my band's set.

-Yeah, I know,

it was my idea.

Now, can I just get will

call is usually right there.

-What's up, everyone,

I'm Alison Hagin.

We are just moments away.

As you know, this band

has been through hell,

and they are finally back.

All right, well,

without further ado,

get ready for the best

night of your lives.

I'll see you in the pit.

[cheering]

-Where's the regular guy, Tony?

-The Relentless.

It's The Relentless.

They request

extra security.

Damn it.

Damn it.

-Hey, sorry,

I had no service in there.

Prick won't let me in.

-Are you f*cking kidding me?

Does he look like a fan

trying to sneak in?

-Were you picked

first or last in P.E.?

-What?

-Yeah, let's go.

-Come on, Man.

Look at you, you're beautiful.

-Let me feel this thing.

Let me feel it,

I got it.

Ugh!

-Guys, I wouldn't

be here without you

and I really appreciate

everything that you do for me.

I'm grateful

to be back.

-Hey, we're all

in this together.

Just don't play any

unreleased songs tonight.

-Exactly, you do not want

a sh*t-a*s version

of a new song on the net.

And it will happen.

-Don't do it.

[sighs]

-I have a different

surprise planned.

-Please, share.

-I'm gonna propose

to Gretchen.

-Aww

-That's beautiful,

she's the one, man.

How are you gonna do it?

-Tonight on stage.

-Oh, Johnny, honey.

Certain things

you gotta keep sacred.

-What do you mean?

-She's already got to share you

with your entire band,

and all your crazy

stalker fans.

It should be between

the two of you.

Somewhere sentimental away

from a sleazy rock club.

-Please, listen to your agent.

-Okay, yeah.

A serious moment

of clarity, thank you.

I appreciate it.

-He just listened to you.

He doesn't listen to me.

[chuckles]

-It's all right, Adam.

- Hit it.

- Have a great show tonight,

you guys.

-All right, get in here,

let's do it, guys.

We got to go.

I just wanted to say that

there is no other place

on this planet I would

rather be right now.

-Seriously.

-Yeah.

-The Relentless is back.

-Let's do it.

-Let's do it.

-Forever and ever.

-Forever and ever.

[shouting]

-Hey, um

I'm really happy

to be back with you here.

-The same.

[crowd cheering]

[rock music plays]

I never thought

this could be me ♪

I guess you never do

'Til it's

happening to you ♪

Like all the fun

turns to shame ♪

And all the could-have-beens

Rearrange

Redemption

Never seemed so cruel

And all my gods

Never seemed so weak

Wake up engage

Now derailed and enraged

It used to be so easy

Get up, I'm game

Now I'm sick and I'm tame

Counting cost with lost

[chattering]

-Damn man.

Rotten teeth

and life unsung ♪

You'll forget me

when I'm gone ♪

Wake up engage

Now derailed and enraged

It used to be so easy

Get up, I'm game

Now I'm sick and I'm tame

Counting cost with lost

I used to be

A lot like you

Now I'm only me

I used to be

A lot like you

Now I'm only me

I'm only me

[cheering]

-One rehearsal.

One rehearsal!

-Guys, let's play the new song.

-What, are you

f*cking kidding me?

-Come on, f*ck it,

let's play it.

-Dylan, we're not supposed

to play the new song, dude.

-f*ck that,

we're playing it.

-Stupid f*cking c**t!

We're going to have to, now.

Hopelessness is me

Easy

-Elias

Unholiness

-Another satisfied customer!

Bam.

-Did you like the band?

Hey, only $10,

what a steal, right?

-Yeah, quite a steal.

Stupid little

-You should be flattered.

-Bootlegging f*ck.

How did you even have time

to get this made?

-Black magic, dude.

What?

Black t-shirt magic!

Come on!

Hey, what are you-- hey!

All right, you break, you buy.

-I could have you arrested.

It's ill*gal.

-Promise?

Hey. Hey, I'm talking to you.

What me to cut you in?

Make a deal, come on.

Hey, you can't

stream shirts.

Cotton don't download.

I signed Lily's stomach, want me

to sign your big old belly?

-Why don't you just go

-Hey, Maya.

Isn't it crazy, all these

people are here for a photo

just with Johnny and Lily?

-Ralphie, don't you have

something you gotta go do

inside?

-Yeah, actually, I do.

-Still feels weird, huh?

-Stings a little.

Yeah.

-You're a brave woman, Gretchen.

Hang in there.

-Thanks.

[sirens blaring]

[muttering]

-20 years of art.

Worthless!

Friday night, and

here I am, working, man.

Jesus.

'Cause I know we were made

for something real ♪

Which one is

leaking right now?

Leaking, leaking, leaking.

Bullshit.

I wouldn't have to say

this to myself ♪

f*ck.

I hope you cry

Okay.

Big f*cking party.

Real nice.

I hope you know

there is more to life ♪

[shouts]

[shouting]

I wouldn't have to leave

my own home ♪

I wonder if I'll ever

find my feet ♪

I wonder if

I'll ever find release ♪

I hope you cry

I hope you cry

I hope you know

there's more to life ♪

I hope you cry

I hope you

I hope you

I hope you

I hope you

I hope you

I hope you cry

I hope you cry

I hope you knows

there's more to life ♪

I hope you cry

I hope you