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Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!
Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to rock?
Welcome to the famous Bourbon Room on the Sunset Strip:
Stacee Jan! and Arsenal!
Hey, Los Angeles!
This is a little song called "Paradise City. "
oh
Just an urchin Iivin' under the street I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case So buy me something to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Yeah, yeah
Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green
Sister Christian Oh, the time has come
And you know that you're the only one To say
okﬂ.V
Where you going? What you looking for?
You know those boys Don't want to play no more
With you
It's true
Yeah
You're motoring
What's your price for ﬂight?
In finding Mr. Right
You'll be all right tonight
This must be just like Iivin' in paradise
And I don't wanna go home
This must be just like Iivin' in paradise
And I don't wanna go home
Hey, hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gin', you've been meant for this Since you were born
Since she was born
No problem now
The coast is clear
It's just the calm before the storm
This must be just like Iivin' in paradise
Paradise
And I don't wanna go home
Whoa
Not a dime, I can'! pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night I'd like to meet my girl
But right now I can'! make ends meet
I'm always workin' SIavin' every day
Gotta get a break From the same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think This is what I'd say
Don't need nothin' but a good time
How can I resist?
Ain't look:'n' for noth:'n' But a good time
And it don't get better than this
Came an, sun. Up you get!
Whoa!
Ga to rehab!
Ya, Lanny, haw came you never take out the trash?
I leave that to you. You're a musician, so it's important that you suffer.
I'm talentless, so suffering's wasted an me.
- When was the last time you suffered? - Six o'clock this evening...
...when I gut up for work.
Say I spend my money On women and wine
But I couldn't tell you where I spent last night
I'm really sorry about the shape I'm in
I just-a like my fun every now and then
I'm always workin' SIavin' every day
Gotta get a break From the same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think This is what I'd say
Don't need noth:'n' but a good time
How can I resist?
Ain't look:'n' for noth:'n' but a good time
And it don't get better than this
Dennis! Dennis!
You see, I raise a toast to all of us
Who are breakin' our backs every day
If want:'n' the good fife is such a crime
A-Lord, then put me away
Here's to ya
Ow!
- Don't need nothin' but a good time - Oh, yeah, yeah
Hey, baby, came an, give me a kiss.
- Drew! - Came an, give me a kiss! Hey!
- Came an! - Drew!
- Get him cut! - Came an.
- I've had enough of this! Tell Dennis I quit! - Beth! Came an!
L1' w'n ' in paradise
And I don't wanna go home
I lave her, man! Came an!
You're all gonna go to hell!
Hey.
- Where you from? - Oklahoma.
Well, welcome to Hollywood.
- Thanks. - Give me that!
- Let go! Came an! Let me have it! - Na! Na!
- Hey! - Give me it!
- Stop it! - Leave her alone!
Wait! Oh, stop! Please! Somebody!
- Ugh... - Na. Na. Na.
Are you okay?
Shit.
- Did he take your money? - He tank my records.
Oh, my Gad.
Lack, I'm sorry this happened. It sucks.
I'm Drew.
Sherrie.
"The Bourbon Roam"?
- You work at The Bourbon Room? - Yeah. I'm a barback.
One of these days, my name's gonna be up there.
- You're in a band? - I'm a singer.
Get cut! Me tan.
Oh, my God. The Bourbon Room. I have, like, 10 albums that were recorded there.
More like "had"?
Had.
Yep.
Well, thank you.
Thanks.
Again.
Don't go in there, it's filth!
- Hey. - Don't join them!
Dc you need ajab? I could talk to Dennis Dupree, my bass.
Pray you'll be saved!
Are you serious?
Just whatever you do, don't tell him you're a singer.
Jimmy!
I told you 10,000 times. Girls drink free, dudes pay full freight.
They are dudes.
Lack, I haven't charged a girl since '13.
For a minute, I thought that Kate Jackson from Charlie's Angels...
-...had walked into my club. - More like Michael Jackson.
- Doesn't he lack pale to you? - He does a bit.
Dennis! Meet Sherrie. She needs a job, man.
Na, I don't think so. She's a singer.
No, she just came in from out of town.
Oh, okay, now, if I may.
- You sang in the church chair every Sunday. - Lutheran.
Senior year, you had the third lead in your high school musical.
- Sound of Music. - And then somebody...
...your adorable Aunt Betty, told you you had real talent.
- It was actually my Aunt Doris. - Uh-huh.
And like a flaming dipshit you believed her, dumped yourjock boyfriend...
...ditched town and moved to Hollywood to have a crack at fame and fortune.
Am I missing anything?
L...
Yeah, okay.
Actually, my boyfriend wasn't really athletic.
And look. I'm a waitress.
Came an. She's practically gut mike burns an her lips.
I'm not interested, sweetheart. I need you two to get back to work.
- Please, Mr. Dupree. I'm a hard worker. - You seem like a really nice kid.
I just gm mugged-
I have $17 to my name and I'm probably gonna be starving in the next 48 hours.
- And Beth just quit. - Beth just quit?
Okay, fine. You're hired.
Oh, my God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
What are you thanking me for? I ruined your life. You start training tomorrow.
This place is turning into a war zone. It's Arsenal's last show.
Arsenal? Oh, my Gad, I lave Stacee Jaxx.
It's your lucky day. He's going sale.
Hey, want to go celebrate? I'm coming up an my break.
Yeah. Sure.
A year Hga...
A year ago, people asked whose campaign...
...I would throw my financial support behind...
...and I knew there was only one man an the ticket...
...that could restore the city to its original glory.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mayor Mike Whitmore.
Thank you. Couldn't have done it without you, Doug.
Ahh.
Thank you, Les Angeles.
You know, Doug Flintlock here...
well, he just leaned into my ear and he said:
"Mike, I have kids. Teenagers.
And these days, I'm scared for them.
We need to clean up this city."
Well, I can tell you that...
...l, for one, am not scared for our city's children.
And that's because I have a secret weapon.
My rack.
My soul mate.
And the best darn wife any man could hope to have.
Please welcome my wife:
The beautiful Patricia Whitmore!
Oh.
Came an up here, Patty-cake!
We did it!
Oh. Thank you.
Today, the city of Los Angeles gets a twofer!
Nat only the best mayor this city has ever had...
...but also me.
A mother.
So tomorrow, as part of my "Clean Up The Strip" initiative...
...we start to make this city safe again for our young people.
She lacks familiar to me, this woman. She lacks eerily familiar.
You've probably popped something an your ass that resembles her.
I shouldn't have thought so. That's all cleared up nicely, thank you very much.
Rock 'n' roll is a disease. But it is a disease with a cure.
You don't know her.
Man, back then, her husband, Mayor Whitmore...
...used to be one of my best customers.
Wow. New lack at him.
Married to a woman who lacks like she's been hibernating...
...in Margaret Thatcher's bumhale.
- Ofi our streets and knock the sucker back...
What happens to people?
Don't know, Den.
Suppose they get corrupted and seduced by the Man...
...get old and bitter and run for mayor.
Or they run a club, live the rack 'n' roll dream...
...and get old and bitter that way. Here's to rack 'n' roll.
Ta rack 'n' roll.
And let's reclaim the Strip for the God-fearing citizens of Los Angelesi
I cannot believe that I'm working at The Bourbon.
Thank you so much.
Don't even mention it.
Oh, my Gad. Arsenal Live at The Bourbon.
- Hands dawn, favorite record ever. - Me tan.
I would've killed to be at that concert. That record really changed my life.
I decided if I couldn't see Stacee Jaxx...
...I was gonna be Stacee Jaxx.
Bought a beat-up six string
In a secondhand store
Didn't know how to play it
But I knew for sure
That one guitar
Felt good in my hands
Didn't take long
To understand
Just one guitar
Slung way down low
Was a one-way ticket
Only one way to go
- So I started rockin - Rock:'n'
Ain't never gonna stop No
- Gotta keep on rockin - Rock:'n'
Someday I'm gonna make it to the top And sing
I love rock 'n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n' roll
So come and take your time And dance with me
In a town with no name
In a heavy downpour
Thought I passed my own shadow
By the backstage door
Like a trip through the past
To that day in the rain
And that one guitar
Made my whole life change
And we'll be mow'n' on and s:'ng:'n' That same old song
Yeah, with me S:'ng:'n'
And be a jukebox hero
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I'm a jukebox hero
So come and take your time And dance with me
- Just-a one guitar - Jukebox hero
Got stars in my eyes
- I'm just a jukebox hero - Ah, ah, ah
- Jukebox hero - Stars, stars
I love rock 'n' roll
- Jukebox hero - Stars, stars
So come and take your time And dance with me
DREW & SHERRIE Stars in our eyes
I love rock 'n' roll
Whoa.
SHERRIE Whew.
The problem is, I think I'll only ever be good an ajukebax.
What do you mean?
I get stage fright.
You've gotta be kidding me.
Na.
You've gotta breathe.
I think I gut that part dawn.
Na, I'm serious, you've gotta breathe. Like, takes away the nerves.
Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Dc it a couple times. You'll be fine.
Maybe you should help me practice.
Are you asking me out an a date?
Yeah.
Then yes.
Coal.
Okay, well, I should probably check into my motel and grab my stuff, 50...
Gotta get back to work.
- Okay, well, bye. Oh. - Bye.
Bye. Oh. Ha-ha.
Surf!!-
Well, good night.
See you tomorrow, Mrs. Whitmore.
Mr. Whitmore. Call me.
Mm.
- Mike? - Mm.
- Why so jumpy? - Oh.
Well, it's just that Doug Flintlock.
He wants the Strip, Patty-cake, and we have to deliver.
Of course we will, sweetheart.
H aw?
- We'll go after the head of the snake. - Och.
- The Bourbon. - Oh, right.
If we cut off the head, the Strip will die.
The Bourbon could be a Benetton by the end of the month.
Me and the ladies are going after all the church groups...
...ta make this happen.
We're even talking to the Health Department.
We should review all their paperwork for violations.
Oh, trust me...
...if we find so much as a hair in a cocktail alive...
...we're shutting them dawn.
Hey, bass, we found some hairs in the cocktail olives again.
Then rinse them off.
Okay.
Na!
Nobody puts Donkey in the corner!
- That game's tan bloody surreal anyway. - Ugh!
Dennis, did you just sigh audibly? Why?
Taxes. They're so un-rack 'n' roll.
Cheer up, mate. You still gut the twisted sisters of piety outside...
...all flustered and worked up, so we must be doing something right, eh?
Well, at least we have the Arsenal show coming up.
But that means our whale existence is riding an Stacee Jaxx.
Stacee Jaxx, the mast unreliable man in the music industry?
A man who blew off the halftime show at the Super Bowl...
...ta attend a satanic ritual to sew up Debbie Harry's vagina?
Please stop.
- The Satanists wouldn't even do that. - You're not helping.
Why would the devil close vaginae'? No one's qualified to do that.
Hand me the phone.
Let's do a telethon, because this might work better than your Stacee Jaxx idea.
Shut it!
I'm calling Stacee's manager, Paul Gill.
- Ahem. Speak. - Hello, Paul? It's Dennis Dupree.
Dennis. What's up, brother man?
Oh, I was just calling to check in and see if we're still an for Friday.
Of course we are. Arsenal's last show.
We're kicking off Stacee's solo press tour there.
Rolling Stone just confirmed.
They would like to interview him an the premises, okay?
- What did he say? - He told me to turn off the radio.
- Sn turn it off. - The radio in his head!
- Calm dawn! - Oh, Gad.
Paul?
- Paul? - Oh, crap. Yeah, sorry, man.
Yeah. ls Stacee okay?
Stacee ?
He's fantastic. I'm lacking at him right now. He's waving hello.
Yes, I'm talking to Dennis. Oh-ha. He just flipped me off.
Same old Stacee. Right? Okay, I gotta dash.
I'll talk to you Friday, babe, okay?
Put something an, man.
Banzai.
Jesus.
Stacee?
I didn't know you had a twin.
I don't.
Stacee.
You need to go an stage, man.
I am an stage, Paul.
Shit.
Take a good lack, ladies.
Take a hard...
...gaad, lung...
...hard...
look.
This man, this man is responsible for so much filth.
- He's Satan. - She is an extraordinary woman.
Such a beacon of courage.
He's like a machine that spews out three things:
- Sex... - Oh!
- ...hateful music... - Oh.
...and...
...sex.
Can you came take some dictation for me in the parish office, Ms. Hoyt?
Of course, sir.
My sun ate the head of my neighbor's horse because of Stacee Jaxx.
Ugh. Well, his filthy little hateful music...
...sex ride is aver.
- Gotta stop! - Yes.
And we're the ones who are gonna do it.
Well, you're a real tough cookie With a long history
Of breaking little hearts Like the one in me
That's okay Let's see how you do it
Put up your dukes Let's get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
You come on with a come-on
You don't fight fair
That's okay See if I care
Knock me down It's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
Paw! Paw!
POW!
Well, you're a real tough cookie With a long history
Of breaking little hearts Like the one in me
Before I put another notch In my lipstick case
You better make sure You put me in my place
Hit me with your best shot
Come on! Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me With your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
Han!
- Ai! Jesus. - Na, Chico. Jesus is my brother.
Oye, Dennis told me to tell you to come in early tomorrow.
Yeah, sure. Whatever, man.
I need to go get ready. I have a big date tonight with Sherrie. Wish me luck.
Yeah, whatever that means. Okay, bye.
So long
I've been looking too hard I've been waiting too long
Sometimes I don't know What I will find
I only know it's a matter of time
When you love someone
It feels so right So warm and true
I need to know if you feel it too
Maybe I'm wrong
Won't you tell me If I'm coming on too strong?
This heart of mine has been hurt before
This time I wanna be sure
Hey, girl.
I've been wa:'t:'n' for a girl like you
To come into my life
I've been wa:'t:'n' for a girl like you
A love that will survive
I've been wa:'t:'n' for someone new
To make me feel alive
Yeah, wa:'t:'n' for a girl like you
To come into my life
- Won't you come into my life? - Won't you come into my life?
Wow. It's like a giant velvet blanket covered in diamonds.
Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it?
Yeah, it's a little different than Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Sn, what did your mam think about the big move to L.A.?
She thought it was stupid.
My dad just totally didn't get it.
His advice:
"You're gonna fail anyway, so why not fail closer to home?"
Okay. Total optimist.
What about your folks? What did they think of the big move?
Um...
Not a whole lot really.
I was raised by my grandma.
Yeah, she, by the way, was all for me getting out of Oklahoma.
- Really? - Mm.
Yeah, she said to me: "Haney, there ain't nothing for you here...
...and the last thing that I want you to do is wind up stuck here like me."
Man, I adore her.
You're a nice guy, aren't you?
I try to be.
Why?
She wanted to know.
Oh, my Gad, I can't believe I'm actually here.
I'm so hﬂPPY-
There's nowhere on earth That I'd rather be
Than holding you tenderly
- I've been wa:'t:'n' for a girl like you - I've been wa:'t:'n' for a boy like you
- To come into my life - To come into my life
- I've been wa:'t:'n' for a girl like you - I've been wa:'t:'n' for a boy like you
- A love that will survive - A love that will survive
- I've been waitin' - I've been waitin'
- For someone new - For someone new
- To make me feel alive - To make me feel alive
- Yeah, wa:'t:'n' for a girl like you - Yeah, wa:'t:'n' for a boy like you
- To come into my - To come into my
- Life - Life
Wait.
- What? - You're gonna sing me a sang.
Oh, nu. Oh, nu, nu, I can't.
Sherrie.
You are gonna sing whether you like it or not.
- Now, breathe! - Hey.
Don't be nervous.
Okay, uh...
This is something I kind of started working an after we met last night.
Just a small-town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train gain' Anywhere
A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
And it goes an and an and an.
Heh. I lave it.
It's so beautiful. I can't believe you wrote that. It's amazing.
There you go!
- Came an! - Na, nu, nu.
You have to go back to work.
Oh, like, now. Okay.
Right, right. Yep. You gut that?
Gad hates rack 'n' roll!
- Ga back to church! - Get off the Strip already!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
- Shit. Our apenerjust dropped cut. - Concrete Ballz?
- In rehab. There are six. - Bath of them?
- Jesus, that band's gut a lat of balls. - Betty Ford has a group rate.
- Think they'll do therapy in pairs? - Knack it off.
Lack, we have to find an opener in the next two hours.
Don't stress, man. We'll work this out together.
- What about you? - Yeah, right.
- Why not? - Nat gonna happen.
- Are you kidding me? - Sherrie!
What about Drew?
Drool are very expensive.
Nat Drool. Drew.
What?
Drew? That Drew? Our Drew?
- He's better than Concrete Ballz. - Goad paint.
- Concrete Ballz are very heavy. - And he'll do it for free.
Baby, baby, baby.
Came an, nobody cares about the opening act anyway.
- Na offense. - None taken.
Dennis, came an. What do you say?
Okay.
Call your band.
Guys! Guys! We're opening up for Arsenal.
Doesn't anyone just wanna work in the bar industry anymore?
- Dennis. Thank you. - You're welcome.
- We're gonna blow you away. - You're gonna blow me, all right.
Three songs. Na covers. I need you guys to be amazing tonight so start drinking...
...l"I(3\I\f
- I love you- - Shh!
Just go up there and kill it. You're gonna be amazing. Ga!
Ga! Ga.
Ga an!
Well, kiss him goodbye.
What do you mean'?
The spotlight doesn't just light them up.
It makes us disappear.
You'll see.
Say:'n' "I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy
It would be to show me how you feel
More than words
Is all you'd have to do
To make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say
That you love me
'Cause I'd already know
- Hey, I'm gonna take my break. - Okay.
How I love the way you move
And the sparkle in your eyes
There's a color deep inside them
Like a blue suburban sky
I don't need to be the king of the world
As long as I'm the hero
- Of this little girl - Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
- Heaven isn't too far away - Heaven isn't too far away
- Closer to it every day - Closer to it every day
No matter what your friends say
- I know we're gonna find a way - More than words
- Is all you have to do to make it real - You have to do to make it real
- Then you wouldn't have to say - Then you wouldn't have to say
- Heaven isn't too far away - Heaven isn't too far away
Heaven isn't too far away
More than words
Yeah, heaven isn't too far away
More than words
'Cause I'd already
Know
Say:'n' "I love you
You beautiful bastard.
Stacee!
Everybody, listen up!
This place is about to became a sea of sweat, ear-shattering music and puke.
Sc let's get moving.
Paul! Ha-ha.
You're early.
Actually, I told him the gig was last night, so technically he's a day late. Don't tell him.
Work, work, work.
Yes, you're an the air.
Hey, Stacee, you made it.
Hey Man.
Yeah. Hey, man.
Na, this...
...is Hey Man.
Oh. Uh...
Right.
Hey Man.
Whoa! Whoa!
Thank you so much for doing this...
You and me.
Uh-huh.
You and me.
We're sale survivors.
Even the cockroaches gut burned by the fallout, but not us.
It's great to see your face-bane again.
- New let's burn this place to the ground. - Yes.
Right an, brother. Rack 'n' roll.
Na. When I'm dune, we literally need to burn this place to the ground.
Otherwise the fire phoenix gets trapped.
Yes, I suppose so.
Ha-ha. It's a joke. I'm kidding, man.
I mean, of course, you're not really gonna burn the place down to the ground, right?
Na.
You can't trap a fire phoenix.
I mean, that'd be crazy, right?
It would be. Yeah.
I mean, seriously...
tonight, I am gonna light this place on fire...
...far you...
...my rack 'n' roll brother.
- Uhn - Sherrie!
Here we go.
Hey, Stacee. I got someone I'd like you to meet, man.
This is Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.
Stace?
You in there, man? Ha-ha-ha.
Say, superstar, rise and shine.
Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.
Stones.
- Goad. - The Rolling Stones?
Where's Mick?
Na. The magazine.
She's a reporter.
She's here to do the big story about you going sale, brother.
- Paul, I-- - Okay.
- Lack, Paul, I-- - Hey, hey.
Be yourself.
Superstar, right? Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna leave you two alone, go return some phone calls.
Play nice!
Okay.
- Five minutes. - Fi--?
Oh, Gad. Okay.
Five minutes and go.
Okay. Stacee Jaxx, back at The Bourbon-
Na, nu, nu. Na.
New go.
Uh-- At The Bourbon, where it all started.
Your first album Stick Meat gave birth to some of rock's greatest anthems.
And new a solo career. Why now?
Well, ahem...
...I think...
I think due to the changing nature of the music industry...
...the change in cultural trends...
...and when you think of blah-blah-blah and blah-blah-blah.
--You make sure that you wanna take in blah-blah-blah. Ha-ha.
- Okay. - Four minutes.
You know, some people have said that you've became quite difficult to work with.
That you're constantly late, you're reclusive, sometimes even nonsensical.
I wanna ask you this:
Have these people even met themselves?
Well, I'm talking about your band.
Let me tell you something.
I know me better than anyone...
...because I live in here.
- Eight minutes. - You just said four.
- Three. - But it--
Dc you think that it's possible...
...that you've shut out or alienated so many people...
...that you had no other option but to go solo?
You gotta be true to the muse. Hey Man.
Scotch me, little buddy.
And who is your muse? Ahem.
Right.
Fine.
- Barn Steven Jackson in Detroit, Michigan. - Are we cut?
Raised by a single mam, Doris, new deceased.
Dropped out of Woodrow Wilson High in 11th grade.
Your first concert was Aerasmith.
When you were 11, you hitchhiked to L.A. with your high school sweetheart.
Time.
You know, you're not so weird.
You're just another lonely man with many regrets.
I said time. You can go now.
Final question.
What happens when you realize you can't get rid of Stacee Jaxx?
You have no idea what it's like to be me.
Well, then here's your chance.
What's it like to be the Stacee Jaxx?
KS all the same
Only the names will change
Every day it seems we're wast:'n' away
Another place
Where the faces are so cold
I drive all night just to get back home
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wan ted
Dead or alive
Wan ted
Dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep
Sometimes it's not for days
The people I meet
Always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone
All you do is think
Dalai Lama.
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wan ted
Wanted
Dead or alive
Wan ted
Wanted
Dead or alive
Stacee! Stacee! Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!
Oh, and I ride
Oh, when I walk these streets
A loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps
'Cause I might not make it back
I've been everywhere
Still standing tall
I've seen a million faces
And I've rocked them all
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wan ted
Wan ted
Dead or alive
Well, I'm a cowboy
I got the night on my side
I'm wan ted
Wan ted
Dead or alive
And I ride
Dead or alive
I still drive
- Dead or alive - Dead or alive
I'm Stacee.
Sherrie.
When my hamster died...
your music really helped me through.
You have such a perky...
...heart.
Thank you.
Dc me a favor.
Sure.
There's a cut-glass battle of Scotch in the limo.
Bring it to my dressing roam?
Right away.
Now, Patricia, this is the third night in a raw that you've been here.
- Why so passionate? - Well, Mitch, this has to end.
We're calling on anyone with children to join forces with us...
...and show up here every night...
...until the doors of these places are closed for good.
Stacee Jaxx can wreck his awn life.
But when it comes to raping...
...the ears of our children with this poison...
-...we have to fight! - Well, they-
Rack 'n' roll is the only freedom we have.
Stacee Jaxx is Gad!
Rock 'n ' roll forever! Waah!
Sniff the mike. Whoa!
I'm walking here! Whoa!
Okay, great interview. I hope you gut everything.
- You're not a cowboy. - Why don't you tell me what I am?
- You're a man-child stuck in a rut. - I lave it when you talk dirty.
You used to be great. But whatever made you that way, it's gone.
That's right. Give it to me rough.
You're another rocker asleep at the wheel...
-...singing songs you wrote 10 years ago. - Okay, lady.
As long as you've gut this manager keeping you an the road...
...and doping you up with girls and booze and million-dollar record deals...
...he's gonna keep you asleep and drive your career off a cliff.
- Line crossed. Let's go, sweetheart. - Don't touch me.
You used to write great songs. Where are they now?
You know what? I'm calling your editor. Close friend of mine, by the way.
- Rolling Stone magazine. - Jann Wenner's office.
Get cut.
My wards exactly. This interview is aver.
Na, nu, nu. Nat her.
You.
All of you.
Copy that. Everybody cut.
You know, I think you get this sense of entitlement...
...due to the fact that you're a rack god.
But it's not real.
It's not lave.
Na.
It's not lave.
Then what is it?
Off the record?
Sex.
And other people's projections of what they want me to be.
Of what you and all your readers want me to be.
Sex.
And it keeps me from going cut...
...and getting the one thing that could save me.
But I can't have that now.
I'm a slave to rack 'n' roll.
I am searching for the perfect sang...
...the perfect sound that will make you wanna live forever.
Like I said:
I know me better than anyone because I live in here.
And no one else can.
I can.
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I'm older
Ooh, ahh, ahh
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If! can face it again
Can 't stop now I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life
- I wanna know what love is - I wanna know what love is
- I want you to show me - I want you to show me
- I wanna feel what love is - I wanna feel what love is
- I know you can show me - I know you can show me
I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If! can face it again
I can'! stop now
Hey, man, have you seen Sherrie? Blan--?
Drew? Hey, Drew, showtime.
Came an. Stop fannying around.
Let's talk about love
I wanna know what love is
Love that you feel inside
I want you to show me
I'm feelin'so much love
I wanna feel what love is
No
You just cannot hide
I know you can show me
Yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna know what love is
Let's talk about love
I want you to show me
I wanna feel it too
- I wanna feel what love is - I wanna feel it too
And I know, and I know
- I want you to show me - And I know, and I know
And I know
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
That...
...can be an the record.
Oh, my Gad.
This was a mistake.
Wait.
Hey, wait.
Can't wait to see the article.
Oh. Oh, my Gad. Oh, my Gad. I'm so sorry.
- I didn't mean to do that. - It's okay.
Just leave it.
Please.
Quieten down, please, you hot fecund soup of estrogen and testosterone.
I need you to manage your expectations...
...and please welcome to the stage for their debut here at The Bourbon Rooms...
...the brilliant--
Bring an the rack!
Drew. What's the name of your band, mate?
Wolfgang Van Cult.
Came an, Arsenal, let's go!
- And you're sticking with that, are you? - Yeah.
Came an!
Please welcome to the stage the very pearly titled...
Wolfgang Van Colt!
- Van Cult! - It's not an improvement.
Wolfgang Van Cult.
I can't believe that just happened.
Thank you. Thanks.
Na, nu, nu. Thank you.
Came an!
Psst. Drew.
D rew.
Ladies and gentlemen...
...please resurrect your enthusiasm...
one final time for...
Wolfgang Von Colt!
Drew! Oi, Drew!
We want Arsenal!
I wanna rack!
I said:
I wanna rock
Rock
I wanna rock
Rock
- I want to rock - Rock
Tum it down, you say
All I gotta say to you Is time and time again
I say no on, no, no, no, no, no
Tell me not to play
All I gotta say to you When you tell me not to play
I say no on, no, no, no, no, no
So if you ask me why I like the way I play it
There's only one thing I can say to you
- I wanna rock - Rock
Ga, Drew! You rack!
- I wanna rock - Rock
- I want to rock - Rock
Oh, yeah
- I wanna rock - Rock!
I want to rock
Yeah!
Spring break!
I wanna rock
- Rock, rock - Rock, rock
I wanna rock
- Rock, rock - Rock, rock
I want to rock
Go, Drew!
Whoa! Drew, baby, that was unbelievable! You were amazing, they totally loved you.
The crowd was totally an their feet. They loved it.
D rew?
D rew.
Can I help you?
What's wrung?
Why are you mad at me?
I'm not mad.
I'm celebrating a great gig.
Okay. Well, can you at least lack at me?
Why should I?
Huh?
I don't need you.
There are hundreds of "yous" out there. And tonight?
They were all lacking at me.
The spotlight.
She was right.
Tell Dennis I quit.
Sherrie!
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Hey. Paul Gill.
I'm Stacee Jaxx's manager.
- You were fantastic tonight, man. - Thank you, man. Thank you.
Let her go.
Let me ask you something:
What do Keith Richards, Jimmy Page...
...and Stacee Jaxx all have in common?
Broken hearts and very, very long careers.
Now, you want lave? Ga after her.
You might even find it.
But I can guarantee you something much more rare...
...and a lat more fun, man.
Stacee Jaxx and Arsenal!
What is that?
Fame.
Love is like a bomb
Bomb
Love is like a bomb
Huh! Hey!
Huh! Hey-hey!
Huh! Hey!
Huh!
Love is like a bomb, baby Come and get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Look:'n' like a tramp Like a video vamp
Demolition woman Can I be your man?
Be your man
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a ﬂash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little Miss-a Innocent, sugar me
Yeah
C 'mon
Take a bottle
Shake it up
Break the bubble
Break it up
Pour some sugar on me
In the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
I can'! get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
Sherrie quit.
And I quit tan!
Okay.
Why is everybody quitting today?
Who cares? This is the greatest night of my life!
You got the peaches I got the cream
Sweet to taste Saccharine
'Cause I'm hot, say what Sticky sweet
From my head My head to my feet
Do you take sugar
One lump or two
- Take a bottle - Take a bottle
- Shake it up - Shake it up
- Break the bubble - Break it up
Break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh In the name of love
Hey, man.
Did you give my offer some thought?
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
We gut a deal.
Pour some sugar on me
Ha-ha. That's my man!
Pour some sugar on me
Get it Come get it
Pour your sugar on me
Ooh
Pour some sugar on me
Sugar me
Thirty-one thousand, two hundred and three dollars.
Crisis averted.
Thank you, Stacee Jaxx.
And Stacee Jaxx thanks you.
- Well, hello, Paul. - Well, hello, Dennis. Lanny.
Now, hold an just a second.
We gut 90 percent of the house, 20 percent of the bar...
...100 percent of the merch.
That means that Stacee's take works out to about...
Wait, wait, wait. "Stacee's take"?
Hold an. Add a zero. Add three.
Thirty-one thousand, two hundred and nine. Correct?
- Yeah. - Crap.
Crap. We gut a problem.
- What problem? - Well, you awe me six bucks.
Ha-ha-ha. But screw it. Keep it. I get fussy about singles anyway.
Paul, you told me this was a freebie.
Stacee Jaxx does not take a dump for free. He tank a huge pay cut an this.
You are cutting my throat here!
Don't be so pessimistic. Stacee just put you guys back an the map!
Na, nu. I put him an the map.
I beg your pardon.
I gave him his first gig.
And I gave him his first million.
Anyway. Awesome doing business with you, ciao!
Didn't know Paul spake Italian.
Cry:'n' on the corner Wa:'t:'n' in the rain
I swear I'M never, ever wai t again
You gave me your word
But words for you are lies
Darlin', in my wildest dreams
I never thought I'd go
But it's time to let you know
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna tum and leave you here
AH of my fife I've been wa:'t:'n' in the rain
I've been waiting for a feeling That never, ever came
It feels so close
But always disappears
Oh, oh, oh
Mm, mm, ah, ah Oh