Happy F'K'IN Sunshine (2020) - full transcript

A teenager growing up in a poor industrial town struggles to create a better life through music .

[rumbling]

The mill.

It was basically the

whole fucking town.

Everybody's dad worked

there, us poor kids anyways.

The year those fuckers went

on strike, like the big one,

it was like the whole

town went on strike.

They even had to shut

the schools down.

That was the year I

bought Will the guitar,

and he started

that fucking band.

[music - 999, "homicide"]

(SINGING) I believe in homicide.

I rest my case.

Don't cast a sigh.

You'd better believe it.

That's the truth of it.

Take it or leave it.

Resign to it.

Homicide, homicide.

Homicide.

Hey!

Homicide-- cide,

cide, cide, cide.

Homicide!

Homi, homi, homi, homi,

homi, homi, homi, homi--

Homicide.

Homi, homi, homi, homicide.

[chuckling]

Post that shit.

Fuck yeah.

[MUSIC - CARL PERKINS, "I'M

SORRY, I'M NOT SORRY"]

(SINGING) Oh, well, I'm sorry.

I'm not sorry that

you have said goodbye.

[chatter]

Look at us, Will.

We're fucking union men.

Living the dream.

Mom gave me $20 to make sure

my old man stays on the picket

line and not at the bar.

Fuck.

Get out of the car.

Get the fuck out of here, scab.

Turn the car around.

Fuck you!

[interposing voices]

Let's go fuck this guy up.

[interposing voices]

Hey, fuck you!

(SINGING) --say,

darling, and it would not

be true that I'm sorry

that you and I are through.

Where the hell are

all your customers?

It's the fucking fall, man.

Routine's not the same.

People will come.

You just gotta wait.

You said you could

move this shit.

It'll fucking move.

What's your problem?

Business has gotta

do business, Ronnie.

If you stop doing

business, you're just

somebody with a lot of drugs.

OK.

Business is just fine.

Do you want your cut now?

Don't be a fucking heat bag.

[honking]

Fucker!

Kill yourself for being ugly.

Hey, ladies.

What you doing just--

Get the fuck out of here, Artie.

You guys ever listen

to Iron Maiden?

Yeah.

Bruce Dickinson from Iron

Maiden came into my store

and bought a guitar.

Bruce Dickinson doesn't

play guitar, asshole.

Yes, he does.

He does.

Just not all the time.

Porter, you need to

take a walk before I

knock your fucking teeth out.

All the them.

Whatever, man.

Gotta get to band

practise anyway.

[guitar music]

Eddy, what's up?

Did your moms call?

No.

How's your dad?

He's good.

I fed him before I left.

Wanna jam?

You know I can't, kid.

The owner don't like kids

hanging around the store.

You listen to the new

Motley Crue album?

I don't like that LA stuff, kid.

It's too shiny.

Yeah, but Nikki

and Mick can play.

Mm-hmm.

I don't know who that is.

Go spend some time

with your friends.

They probably miss you.

Yeah, probably.

[sighing]

Will!

Will!

Will!

Shit.

Hey, Will.

Hey, Artie.

What's going on?

Not much.

I was just talking

with my Uncle Eddy.

We're going skydiving with

Slayer again this weekend.

Sounds fun.

Shit, yeah.

The last time we went,

Kerry King from Slayer

tried to bitch out

at the last minute.

But I told him, don't

be a bitch, dude,

you totally gotta jump.

Then he jumped.

So now you know him too?

You know my Uncle

Eddy, Fast Eddy?

He works at the music stories.

He's been in, like, every band.

No.

Look, I'm just going home, so--

What kind of guitar

you got in there?

You've been playing a lot?

Hey, I play too, you know.

Right.

You wouldn't happen to know

any bass players, would you?

Fast Eddy totally

lets me use his bass.

Fast Eddy has a bass?

Yeah.

He lets me play it all the time.

Huh.

You think he'd-- he'd

let me look at it?

Sure.

That's a pretty good bass.

Can you play it?

[bass lick]

That's not bad.

Try this.

[guitar strumming]

Seriously?

Oh.

So you're hot shit, huh?

All right.

Try this one.

[guitar strumming]

How did you even

keep up with that?

Practise, I guess.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

Holy shit.

Yeah, man.

Eddy records bands and

stuff in here all the time.

Last week, Corey

Taylor from Slipknot

came by and let me try

on his mask and shit.

Just don't tell anyone, because

he gets all weird about it.

Right.

Will!

[rock and roll music]

We're holding.

You in?

Nah, I'm good.

What do you mean you're good?

Guy down at the

park, he toked me up,

so I got a bag off of him.

He just offered it up

right there in the park?

Yeah, man.

Smack dab right there.

It's real dank.

You guys wanna smoke?

A little toke?

Free trees, you

know what I mean?

You guys are walking away.

[chuckling]

Amateurs.

Check it out.

5,600 views, bitches.

When'd you post this?

Yesterday.

Fucking dope.

This shit's going to go viral.

I can already tell.

I'm thinking it's time

I get an electric.

Since when the fuck

do you have money?

I, uh-- I don't.

But you know, maybe I

can work something out.

We have a pretty decent

set together already,

and people clearly like us.

Hey, my shot.

"Homicide," "Drive,"

"Ain't It Fun," "Pogey"--

it's still a bit light.

I got a few more songs.

Now, if I can get an electric

and we find us a bass player,

we're ready to start gigging.

Uh, who the fuck

plays bass in town?

Maybe there's a guy.

I don't know, let me work on it.

You should do it.

The world needs to

hear more of our gifts.

(ON TV) The guy who

gave them to me,

there were a couple

of people with him.

(ON TV) Good enough.

I'll give you 200

for the watch--

Oh, good.

You're home.

Come set the table.

Your sister's joining

us for supper.

So how was everybody's day?

I was thinking of getting a job.

Good.

Oh, yeah?

What kind of job?

Just something so I can afford

an electric guitar and an amp.

Well, maybe you can work with

your sister doing landscaping.

I don't think we're

hiring right now.

Nobody's hiring right now.

Yeah.

So I was, uh--

I was thinking, you guys

could lend me the money,

and then I'd go buy it and

then I'd pay you guys back.

No.

Yeah, I know how bad things are.

It's just, the

band's ready to go.

And it doesn't have

to be that expensive.

Ask me again, I'll

fucking drop you.

Like you could even

throw a punch right now.

Fucking drunk.

Say that again.

Fuck yourself, Frank.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Fuck.

You don't have to

provoke him, you know.

Whatever.

Just wish I didn't

miss his face.

So you wanna buy

an electric guitar?

Yeah.

Me and Vince and River and

maybe Artie are starting a band.

Artie Porter?

I know.

He's unfortunately

really good at bass.

Do you have your phone on you?

Take a look at this.

Sick.

Look at the view count.

Holy fuck.

If I can get an

electric and do an EP,

I think we can blow that up.

Like, big time, even.

What if I said I'd

buy you a guitar?

Since when do you have money?

I make good tips landscaping.

Yeah, landscaping

your weed crop.

Yeah, that's him, for sure.

All right.

Here's 200.

Fucking pay attention.

You're going to go up to him

and ask him an O, got it?

Why can't you guys just

do this yourselves?

Because I'm buying

you a fucking guitar.

Go.

And Will, don't give him

the money until he gives you

the fucking weed.

Yeah.

Hey.

What's up?

I'm looking to buy an O.

And what do you need

that much weed for?

I just like weed.

For real?

My mom is sick.

Yeah?

With what?

Leukemia.

It's a-- it's a type of cancer,

so the chemo makes her just--

You're fucking kidding me.

Do you think this

guy is connected?

Maybe.

Have a seat.

[clanging]

Dude!

What the fuck?

You guys what the fuck!

I told you not to give him the

fucking money until he gave you

the fucking weed.

Whatever.

He seemed like an OK guy.

He even knocked $5 off

for almost ripping me off.

Almost?

Shit.

How many guys were in there?

I don't know.

I think it was just him.

Did he have any tattoos?

Sure.

He had, like, a

whole sleeve of them.

Guns?

Guns?

What the fuck did you

just send me into?

What did his living

room look like?

Messy.

There was some furniture.

I don't know.

How many locks on the door?

I don't know.

He's just some fucking dude.

Jesus Christ, assholes.

Holy shit.

Help you find something?

Yeah.

You can help me find--

We're good.

Thanks.

Will, you Practise hard,

man, you get good enough,

I'll buy one of these

for you one day.

I still need a guitar, though.

Which one do you want?

This one might not be too bad.

Fuck that.

Which one do you really want?

Be honest.

This one.

That's a mean looking fucker.

Shit.

Hey.

You look out for your

sister, your sister

looks out for you, all right?

Are you fucking serious?

Fucking right, I am.

Will, get my change.

[chuckling]

Ain't you gonna try it out?

I'm pretty sure it's excellent.

Yeah, it's excellent.

What are you running it through?

My laptop.

Jesus.

Come here.

[strumming]

Try that.

[guitar playing]

Oh-ho!

Fuck, boy.

You're a regular Eric Clapton.

What?

[chuckling]

You play good.

Real good.

Oh, thanks.

You're Artie's uncle, right?

I am.

Artie said we could use your

bass to jam with and maybe

record an album

in your basement.

Did he now?

You like it?

It's incredible.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you wholesale

price on the amp, $50.

Shit.

You and Artie can play in the

basement any time you like.

No fucking way.

Any other dude.

Literally any other

dude in the world.

Who's that?

We need a bass player.

He's, um-- unique.

Yeah, like fuck he is.

We're going to be a pro band.

People are going to look at

him and think we're as fucked

up as he is.

Look, we just gotta get

him to keep his mouth shut.

Is he really that bad?

Last year he went

around telling everyone

that Axl Rose sucked him off.

And Mark Hoskenin told him

take it back, and he wouldn't.

Dude, we literally beat

the fuck out of him.

And I so happen to

know a young man

with the name of Will Weston

who threw in a boot or two.

Yeah, I know how bad he gets.

But I say we still try it out.

Stupid fucking idea.

It's pretty cool of Eddy to

let us jam in his basement.

Eddy's a cool guy.

There's-- there's probably some

ground rules we should cover.

Like what?

Like, you can't tell

your stories, you know.

This is your band now.

What, I'm supposed to

just sit there silent?

No, you can talk.

Just don't tell any

of your usual lies.

What lies?

The main thing is don't

embarrass yourself.

So you're worried that

I'm going to embarrass you

in front of the almighty Vince?

If you piss Vince

off, your head's

going to get rammed

through a wall.

At least I don't

go around telling

people I'm some kind of wizard.

What?

He told everybody in

my geography class

that he's a minister

in the Church of Satan.

Vince just says shit like

that to try and get laid.

He also said that

he has satanic magic

and that he can place

curses on people.

Well, that's kind

of what you want

your lead singer to be like, you

know-- put a face on the band.

What's the bass

player supposed to do?

I don't know.

Stay sober, write good

lyrics, be a stand up guy.

Porter in the flesh.

So, when was the last time

you jammed with Pantera?

It's been a couple of weeks.

How's your coven?

It's good.

You should come sometime.

Oh, shit, dude.

How the fuck does

a shit bag like you

get a guitar like

that brand new?

Does it matter?

If it's stolen, somebody's going

to murder you and take it back.

It's not stolen.

Seriously, dude, if you go

out on stage with that thing,

everyone's going to

see you've got it.

I bought it for him, fucker.

Let's do, uh-- let's do "Drive."

Let's fucking do it.

[music - "drive"]

(SINGING) It was a Friday

night down Westfall Road.

I put a man down with

a couple of blows.

He was flat on his face.

I said, you're a disgrace.

He looked up at me,

had nothing to say.

So just drive.

Drive!

Drive!

Drive!

Yeah!

Just drive.

Drive!

Baby, yeah, drive,

drive, drive, drive.

[bass lick]

Artie fucking Porter.

That was fucking rad.

You know any Megadeth?

No, but I could learn

some by next Practise.

Fucking sick.

All right.

We Practise four--

no, five times a week.

We?

You're our manager now?

That's exactly what I am.

You got a problem with that?

Didn't think so.

From the top.

So, I can play.

Apologize.

I am not apologizing, faggot.

From the top.

I'm not a faggot.

Guys.

Listen to me, Porter.

The only reason why I haven't

put your head through a wall

yet is because

Willy boy behind me

asked me real nice to

let you jam with us.

So, shut the fuck up.

You wanna jam here?

Then I'm not a faggot.

And I get to talk

whenever I want.

From the top.

Artie, we just

talked about this.

No, man.

Fuck you.

You gotta respect me.

I ain't gotta do shit, Porter.

You want to record here?

You gotta help me move my stuff.

Move your stuff?

Will can help you

move your shit, man.

From the top.

No.

It's got to be Vince.

Just say you'll help

him move his shit, man.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

OK?

And from the top.

[drumsticks banging]

[slow guitar groove]

Nice guitar.

Where'd you get it?

Now, I want you to take a minute

and think hard about the answer

you want to give me and

what I'm going to do

to you if I find out you lied.

Ronnie bought it for me.

She bought it for you?

Yeah.

Look me in the eye.

You went into the store,

and you watched her buy it.

Yes.

How much did it cost?

$1,000.

And the amp?

50.

1,050?

How'd she pay for it?

Just cash.

We'll talk later.

[beer can opening]

[indie pop music playing]

I can't believe he

fucking ripped Will off.

That's it, then.

You got a guy dealing

in your territory,

you've got to go

burn his house down.

He's just some dude.

I'll go tell him this

area is spoken for,

and if he doesn't stop

selling, then I'll

just fucking deal with him.

Some drug dealer you are.

I'm the sensitive type.

Bowl's empty.

Where's the rest?

Under the sink.

[sighing]

[door opening]

What the fuck?

Ronnie?

[clattering]

You think you're

pretty fucking clever?

[punching and screaming]

[door slamming]

Ronnie?

[car starting]

Good morning.

That's a nice

guitar in your room.

The union is killing this town?

The union is the god damn town.

You can keep the guitar.

Where's your shit?

Sit with my dad.

Show him this picture if

he asks what's going on.

What the fuck is going on?

My dad sometimes

forgets who I am.

If he sees me walking

out with stuff,

he's going to think

we're robbing him.

Your dad forgets who you are?

That fucking sucks.

He had brain surgery, Vince.

Where's your mom?

All right.

I'm going to tell

you this, but you

gotta promise this stays

between you and me.

We are not fucking

friends, Artie.

She took off.

When?

Right before my dad's surgery.

What a heartless bitch.

Don't talk about

my mom like that.

Look, man, we can be

in a band together,

but you've got to sort

your own shit out.

I don't even know

where to start.

Just keep him busy.

Dad, this is my friend Vince.

He's going to hang out for a

bit while I grab some things.

Artie.

Tell your mother to grab a pack

of cigarettes on her way home

from work.

So what you watching?

Are you someone I'm

supposed to know?

A friend of your kid.

I know who my son is.

So you had brain surgery?

Yeah.

You took a chunk of cancer out.

I took it out?

Yeah, because I'm a

fucking brain surgeon.

You're too young to be a doctor.

Dude, you are so fucked.

You watch your mouth

in my house, mister.

You know your wife

left you, right?

Who are you?

Artie said I could just--

Artie, you watch your mouth.

And you tell your mother--

[chuckling] I really

think it's time

you sit in the garage

with the car running, man.

Garage?

Did-- did I rotate the tires?

You did.

We'll go for a spin once

mom makes us dinner.

What do you say?

Grab the pack-sack by the door.

Later, Dad.

Evening.

Sitting by yourself in the park,

cruising for kids or something?

Just moving a little green.

You looking?

See, that's the whole

fucking problem.

There's already someone

selling around here.

Oh, I hadn't heard that.

And?

I come back, you better

not fucking be here.

Yeah, OK.

What you got for me?

What the fuck happened to you?

Dog attacked me

in the back lane.

Fucker came out of nowhere.

No shit, huh?

You should see the fucking dog.

How are the lyrics coming?

They're good.

I'm going to change

them, but they're good.

Let's give the chorus a try,

and then we'll change it up.

Count me in.

[music playing]

(SINGING) You be the

judge judge judge

judge You be the judge

judge judge Yeah!

Not bad.

What are you calling that?

"Death Shroud."

"Death Shroud"?

I should have known.

It needs a little, uh--

[keyboard playing]

A little energy, hm?

2, 3, 4!

[playing song on keyboard]

You be the judge!

I'm a little rusty.

So, what are you lads

calling yourselves?

Happy Fucking Sunshine.

That's the worst fucking

name I ever heard.

You got something better?

You want a name to be

an invitation, right?

To your shows, to your music.

You want something that sounds

poetic but don't mean shit,

like Righteous Dawn.

Huh?

Fuck no.

Suit yourself.

We have, like, 30,000 people

watching us on YouTube.

I think we should release

an album soon for them.

I was wondering if you

could help with that.

An EP will get you

in the game for sure,

but you've got to be

building your fan base,

getting your name

out there, right?

Otherwise there's no one who

cares when your music drops.

The real trick is to get

the trades and the bloggers

talking about you.

You know those kinds of people?

I know all those people.

You ask anyone, any studio,

Toronto to New York,

tell them Fast Eddy send you.

You keep at it, get yourself

some solid tracks together,

I'll see about getting

some big eyes on you.

Really?

You could hook us up?

So you think he'll

actually do it?

What the fuck else

is he supposed to do?

Why the fuck would he stay

in a shithole like this

if you could play like that

and know famous musicians?

Maybe he needs the

money or something,

or he slept with one

of their girlfriends

and now he can't

go back to Toronto.

[chuckling]

Either way, I think

he's seriously

impressed with our shit.

Fucking right he is.

Over there.

That's him?

Yeah, that's him.

Hey, pal.

Wanna get fucked up?

[hard rock playing]

[grunting]

Ronnie, calm the fuck down.

All right, all right.

[hard rock music]

Dude, are you fucking crying?

What the fuck?

I was just leaving.

This is just fucking sad.

Let's go.

I think you broke my nose!

Ah, he's faking it.

[hard rock music]

[coughing]

[snorting]

[knocking]

[continued knocking]

[door opening]

Hey.

Hey.

Mom sent me.

She asked me to ask you to

come shooting with me and Dad.

Shooting, eh?

Bet Frank put her up to this.

That's what I was thinking.

Hunting in September?

That's fucking rich.

Dad doesn't want to

admit we're broke.

Meat's expensive.

Proud asshole.

I don't get you two.

This is Frank's fucked

up version of an apology.

Plus he knows the

two of you can't

carry a moose by yourselves.

[MUSIC - EDDIE BURNS, "SOUTH

SIDE OF CHICAGO"]

(SINGING) Again, in my

dream, I'm holding her tight.

Outside, the neon sign

keeps flashing off and on.

And I miss her in Chicago.

Lord, I want to go home.

You know, your grandfather

used to work the port.

Back in the strike of '85, he

brought me and your Uncle Jack

out here on the lake.

We fished all night long.

The next morning we went

down to the picket line

handing out buckets of

fish, like god damned Jesus.

You really are the

most union guy ever.

Heh.

Grandfather was way

more union than me.

He put the bucket in my hand.

I was 10.

Are we going to have to hand

the meat out at the picket line?

Back then they gave

you everything.

They had to build a town

around the new mill.

They gave you a house,

gave you a car, wages.

[ringtone]

For fuck sakes, Ronnie.

Wages were good.

They were guaranteed.

So what happened?

Economies go up.

They go down.

'93, they shut down the mill.

They opened it again in '96.

2007, they shut it down again,

said it was done for good.

But a new company bought it,

opened it up again in 2008.

So what happens if

a bush cop comes?

We just cap him?

Because I'm pretty

sure he's going

to know poaching

when he sees it.

Anybody asks, we were just

out here target shooting.

So this Eddy thing's

a good opportunity,

but I keep thinking

we should start

setting up some local gigs, kind

of be entrepreneurial about it.

Since you're our manager, do

you think you could set us up

with a show?

What if I threw a

party this weekend,

and you guys played it?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

You OK?

Yeah.

I just need to find a shrub.

Hey, you got some--

Sh!

[ringtone]

Dad, I think Ronnie's

still down there.

From now on, you stay the

hell away from your sister.

You read me?

Say it!

I'll stay away from Ronnie.

In this truck.

How is she getting home?

She can hitchhike.

Wait for me!

Hey!

In the truck.

Don't fucking leave me!

You fucker!

Fuck!

[country music playing]

You fucking get back here.

Fuck you, Frank!

Piece of shit motherfucker!

[screaming]

[door opening and closing]

Holy shit.

Dad didn't send you, did he?

No.

He's asleep, I think.

You better fucking hope he is.

I'm sorry.

Things will be different

once this record is done.

And I mean that for everybody.

You know, we got this truck.

We could leave town tonight.

You've got Frank's truck.

He'd hunt you to the

end of the earth.

When that fucker dies, I'm

gonna shit in his ashes.

Jesus.

Let me hear that bass line.

[bass lick]

[grunting]

Then what you doing?

[drums start]

All right.

Come in.

[guitar playing]

Bring it in.

Bring it in.

Bring it in.

And in that chorus, you're gonna

go, (SINGING) Yeah, yeah, yeah!

3, 4!

(SINGING) Yeah, yeah, yeah!

That's it.

Get freed up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

One more time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[keyboard playing]

I think we're ready.

Fuck yeah we're ready.

That shit was tight.

I like how you do that

finger-picking, dude.

What can I say?

I know how to finger.

Like hell you do.

So we got a couple hours.

We should probably pick

up your dad's lights.

I don't know about that, Will.

A show needs lights.

Your dad's work lights

are the only ones

we have that are bright enough.

Yeah.

But they're, like,

big shop lights.

They need, like,

special electricity.

Artie, every single time that

I think you're not so bad,

you make me want to

fucking kill you.

We're getting those lights.

If it fries the fuse box,

we'll deal with that shit

when it comes.

Fucking idiot.

None of these are working.

I think it's all car keys.

Quit stalling, Porter.

The key must be in the house.

I don't see any fucking keys.

Where's your dad?

He probably went to buy smokes.

Does he know how to get back?

His ID has his address on it.

Got it.

This opens up the shed.

Holy shit.

You guys gotta come here.

I know this sounds

super fucked, but we

can't tell anyone about

this until tomorrow.

What?

No.

Think about it.

If the cops come, we'll be

giving statements for hours.

We won't be able

to play our show.

I don't know.

Vince might be right.

Are you high?

No!

Artie and I need to talk now.

If you gotta cry, just cry.

I don't feel anything.

Are we really just gonna

leave that body here?

Your dad's dead.

Things are fucked,

and you're confused.

You know what?

That's a good thing.

That's a fucking awesome thing.

You're gonna use all of

that energy in there,

you're gonna fly on

that bass tonight.

You're going to

fucking fly tonight.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I just gotta play.

That's right.

I've just gotta play

to get through this.

That's right.

You're going to fucking kill it.

Fuck yeah.

[hip-hop music]

What's up, fuckers?

No fucking way.

This is all custom.

You guys like it?

I call her Delilah.

Got it from a guy for a thing.

Check it out.

There's a fucking bed in there.

Hey, are there going to be

more fucking people or what?

Don't worry.

People will trickle

in around midnight.

When the bar closes at 2:00 is

when the party really starts.

Hey, you fellas all turned up?

You need me to run the PA?

Eddy, doesn't it

bother you that you're

going to be the oldest one

here by, like, 150 years?

Oh, you think I'm going to

embarrass you at your party?

Seems you lot don't know

Fast Eddy, not at all.

I know you.

You're the guy that throw

darts at the Duck Inn.

Hey, fuck off.

This man's a rock

and roll legend.

Yeah, that'd be me for sure.

I'd just like to say what

a nice place you have here.

I'd like to offer you

a housewarming gift.

"Big Dipper Rum."

Never heard of it.

Newfoundland's finest.

Sweet as an angel's kiss.

But it'll fuck you

like your stepfather.

What the fuck, Ronnie?

I told you to wake

me up at night.

So I let you have a nap.

Nobody's here anyway.

Nobody's here because

I was supposed

to call Charlene two hours ago.

Well, that was a

dumb fucking plan.

This is your fucking

party, Ronnie.

I don't give a fuck

if nobody shows up.

Should we just start playing?

Yeah, play if you want.

["death shroud" starts]

Come on, you didn't actually

want to throw a party, Ronnie.

You wanted to sit

in the basement

and do drugs with

your dirt-bag friends.

It's not my fault

no one showed up.

Who'd you call?

I don't know.

People.

Who?

Give me their names.

I'll call them right now.

You can't hold your liquor.

Fuck you.

Move.

Jesus.

Pardon my language,

but what a bitch.

I don't know why

she does anything.

[chuckling] She's on the

road to becoming a junkie.

And you better watch.

That shit's catching.

What are you saying?

Well, it's impolite

to note, but a girl

like you gets her head in

that stuff, it's all downhill.

I'm fine, thanks.

Oh, yes.

Today you look very fine.

But tomorrow you start

thinking only about yourself.

And next thing you know,

you can't even fuck no more.

(SINGING) I'm going on pogey.

Going on pogey.

Going on po-- po--

po-- po-- pogey.

Going on po-- po--

po-- po-- po-- pogey.

[bass plays sour notes]

Dude, your bass player

is all fucked up.

Can you play?

Uh, I just--

Hey, you got this, Porter.

You can do it, Artie.

["drive" starts]

I was thinking maybe you

give me boy Artie a go.

He's never been with

no one, I don't think.

Oh, hell no.

You are a dirty old fuck.

I've been called worse.

It's not really a rock show

unless one of the musicians

gets with one of the fans.

Fuck off.

[chuckling]

(SINGING) Drive.

Baby, yeah, drive,

drive, drive, drive.

Woo!

Thank you.

We are Happy Fucking Sunshine!

[cheering]

Artie.

I respect what you did tonight.

But dude, you gotta learn

to roll with the punches.

Yeah, man.

When Metallica's first bass

player died, what did they do?

They just got Newsted

and came back heavier.

I always play better when

I'm jamming with those guys.

Oh, for fuck sakes.

What guys?

Metallica.

You jam with Metallica?

We try to get together

at least once a month.

They say I got good finger work.

Dude, get a grip.

He's fucking nuts.

No way.

I play with those guys, and

they-- they like my playing.

If you ass munchers

could play like me,

then more bands would

want to jam with you.

Porter, it's time

to shut the fuck up.

I am tired of you always

talking to me like this.

Axl doesn't push Duff

around like this.

This is fucked up.

You gotta respect me.

You don't know Axl Rose.

Fuck you!

Vince.

You don't know Axl Rose.

He sucked my dick.

It's just a garage show.

No need to get excited.

Relax.

Be relaxed.

Fucking relax.

He's not sane in the head.

Then don't talk to him.

And don't go beating him out

here where everyone can see.

That's disrespectful

to me and my home.

Yeah, whatever.

It's time to go home, Porter.

I didn't even do nothing.

Call it a night.

I'll see you at

the next rehearsal.

Grow the fuck up!

Fuck you, bitch.

Let's go party.

Go easy on that stuff.

Road to ruin.

You know, it takes

a special kind

to make this work,

this kind of life.

Hey, look at me.

I got the talent, but I

never had the discipline.

Hit the water too hard?

Oh, everything but.

And River, she can

tap, but obviously got

money, which means

she got options,

which means she'll be the first

one to go when things get hard.

Vince, he got the charisma

but he don't got the talent.

Me boy Artie--

[sighing]

I guess that just leaves you.

You really want

to make this work,

you gotta be the

one to carry it.

Well, I sure as shit ain't

getting a job at the mill.

There's a reason why everybody

walks right out of high school

into that mill.

Hm?

It's easy.

Music is a great hobby,

but it's a shit life.

Most of the time all

you end up with is

a lot of good memories,

a lot of bad habits.

Was it worth it?

Don't ask me questions

like that when I'm sober.

[party chatter]

Hello.

What?

Aren't you going

to apologize to me?

No.

All right.

I think I'm heading out.

Well, fuck that.

The party is just

getting fucking started.

You want to be a rock star,

you gotta learn how to party.

Your fucking shot!

Hey there, guitar hero.

Come have a drink with me.

OK.

There's a six pack

in the fridge.

You can help yourself

if you'd like.

I just want to thank you for

bringing all these people out

to Ronnie's place tonight.

I don't want to

talk about Ronnie.

You OK?

You look like you've maybe

had too much to drink.

Yeah, probably.

Do you know how to

put a condom on?

Never mind.

You sure you're OK?

Shut the fuck up.

Hello?

If you were a union member, the

cheapest place in town to rent

was the union hall.

Even if you were dead.

And with so many mill workers

dying before retirement,

they were making enough money

to put in a fucking bar.

This is fucking awkward.

I don't know what you expected.

It's a funeral.

I think your dad

actually likes it

when people die because he gets

to throw a big union party.

That is a fucked up

thing to say, dude.

You gonna tell me I'm wrong?

That's not the point.

You know, it's impolite to

be over here not mingling

with the guests.

I don't see you mingling.

They're not really my crowd.

This all going to

the wake later?

Is that like an Irish funeral?

Not really a funeral, lads.

More like a place where you

go to get fall down drunk

and tell dirty jokes.

I think we're good.

Well, it's your loss.

Who the fuck is that?

Jesus Christ.

That's my fucking sister.

This is like a

fucking soap opera.

Catherine.

You look like shit.

I just come to pay my respects.

You abandoned your fucking son.

Let me be.

I want to talk to Artie.

And what the fuck are

you going to tell him?

Nice to see you, how you

been, but make it quick,

because I'm on the

3:15 back to Kenora?

You don't understand.

I don't need to

fucking understand.

Fuck you, you drunken

junkie son of a bitch.

Oh, fuck you.

No, fuck you!

Fuck me?

Yeah?

As I raise your headcase

son while you're off doing

whatever the fuck it is you do?

What, I done wrong now?

Huh?

I done wrong?

Fuck the lot of you.

OK, then.

Ladies and gentlemen, I

just have one announcement

I'd like to make.

I'd like to offer my condolences

to the Porter family.

Alan Porter was a

dedicated union brother,

and we will miss him.

Let's take a moment

of silence for him.

So we've been on

strike for six weeks.

What the hell can I say?

Negotiations with those

bastards have broken down.

They closed the mill, and

they're pulling out of town.

[muttering]

So all I can say is,

fuck them, right?

Fuck them.

[chatter]

How you doing?

What the fuck could

they be talking about?

I was going to quit

school next year

and pick up shifts at the mill.

We need to start getting

serious about this release.

[MUSIC - SHARMAN MAS, "ROCK

BOY"]

(SINGING) You know I love you.

I'm your flame.

You know that I need

you night and day.

Hey, hey, hey, baby, why

did you leave me this way?

But how--

Mrs. Currente.

Can I help you?

Is River home?

And you are?

Will from the band.

Oh.

You-- you do that scream music.

Yeah, she's in the living room.

Thanks.

River?

Hey.

Nice place.

Saw the for sale sign

in your front yard.

My dad's transferring to the

corporate office in Chicago.

He says with the

mill gone, this place

is gonna turn into a ghost town.

Yeah.

[kettle whistling]

What's your family doing?

I don't know.

My dad is just going to try

and ride it out, I guess.

I don't think that's smart.

I think we should bring

the band to Toronto.

Will, this is fun,

but I don't want

to hang out in shitty clubs

playing cover songs for drunks.

Well, no.

That's just, like,

the first step

to make money and Practise.

You know, we've almost got

enough material together

for an album.

And then we take that on a tour.

We already have a fan

base, and our subs

are growing every week.

What about school?

What about school?

Aren't you going to college?

I don't know.

I freakin' hate school.

So you go get your

degree in Chicago,

you come back to

play shows, and then

we can start gigging in Toronto.

It's not going to happen, Will.

I'm sorry.

We can keep jamming

and stuff for now,

but once the house is sold--

you know?

Tea?

No.

Hey.

Hey, Will.

You missed one hell of a wake.

Have you heard from

Artie recently?

He's not answering

any phone calls.

His ma took off again.

He's not taking it too good.

Listen, I've been giving

it a bit of thought,

and I think we should take

the band to the next level.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

But I'm worried

everyone is just going

to take off unless

something big happens soon.

I got an idea to polish up

the tracks, shine the hooks.

Did I ever tell you, I used

to play with Jimmy Spine?

Who's that?

He runs one of the big

labels out of Toronto.

I think I could get him up here.

You could get someone like

that to come listen to us?

What'd I tell you?

Toronto, New York-- everybody

in the business owes Fast Eddy

a favour.

Fuckers.

Talked to Eddy today.

He said he wants to

record some of our stuff.

Oh, yeah?

Said he's going to show it to a

big Toronto producer he knows.

I know how things are

right now, it's just--

You gonna tell me this

shit feeds our music?

No.

I just want to tell you, we--

we need you in the band.

Eddy believes it.

Believes in us.

Believes in you.

You know?

He's willing to put

himself out there

to help us get to

the next level.

I think this is our shot, man.

So we know that a band's gotta

have a sound and an image,

right?

You got that.

You got your music, and

your look is authentic.

Important on the

first EP, though,

that we give them

some variety, right?

We need something a little

slower, a little more

thoughtful.

Ideally that becomes

your second single, hm?

I wrote a little ditty for you.

Let's see what you

think about this.

[clears throat]

[keyboard playing]

[humming]

That's the general idea.

We repeat that, we

orchestrate it, we build it.

Yeah?

That's dope.

Thank you.

I think I got some lyrics

that might work with it.

Right.

(SINGING) First time that we

bought it, when they caught us,

made us believe.

Only when we spotted, it was

rotted, we started to see.

(SPOKEN) That works.

(SINGING) That's how it's gonna

be. (SPOKEN) That works, too.

(SINGING) That's

how it's gonna be.

For all that we've

tried to swallow,

we're still hollow,

and digging deep.

The dust that you left

when you went down south,

ended up stained

on all our mouths.

And that's how it's gonna be.

That's how it's gonna be.

That's how it's gonna be.

I can see that working.

We'll punch it up when we get

in studio and record, yeah?

OK.

We're on.

Count it in.

[phone ringing]

Who's this?

Jimmy?

It's me, Eddy.

Eddy?

For real?

Fast Eddy?

That's right.

How you been?

[chuckling] I'm doing good.

Where you calling from?

A couple hours north of town.

Listen, I may have found a

band you'd be interested in.

It's rock, not too

heavy, girl drummer.

What do you think of that?

I was wondering if you'd like

to come up and have a listen?

We can do a little catching up.

You'll be a star up here.

Get you laid so often

you'll be walking funny.

It'll be a decadent

time, I promise you.

You're serious?

As the grave, Jimmy.

As the grave.

All right.

Let me-- let me

look at my schedule.

I'll get back to you tomorrow.

All right.

I'll talk to you soon.

My man.

There you go.

And that, me boys,

is how it's done.

Porter, I swear to fucking god,

if this is some more bullshit.

(SINGING ON TAPE) That's

how it's gonna be.

That's how it's gonna be.

That's how it's gonna be.

That's how it's gonna be.

Jimmy, allow me to present

Happy Fucking Sunshine.

You guys ain't too bad.

I mean, Eddy told me a lot

of cool things about you.

You know, I want

to see what you're

gonna do in front of a big

crowd at Shaggy's though.

You guys got us

booked at Shaggy's?

Friday night.

I'm looking forward to it.

That's not what they're

gonna wear, though, right?

No, no.

They're just stopping

by to say hello.

This is casual.

No disrespect, but

when you perform,

you want to make an experience

for everybody, you know.

You've got to show respect

to yourselves as well

as the crowd.

Don't worry, Jimmy.

We'll gussy them up

real good for you.

All right.

Cool.

So, you guys go way back, huh?

Me and Eddy got a history, yeah.

[chuckling]

All right.

Get the fuck out.

Jimmy and I got some

more catching up to do.

[saw whirring]

Grab me a bag off

that shelf back there.

You know, the-- the band's

got a show coming up.

You getting paid?

A bit, yeah.

I just wanted to tell you

in case you or mom wanted

to come to the show.

You know, I heard you playing

that Jimi Hendrix song

the other day.

It didn't sound too bad.

Give me my beer.

[saw whirring]

[knocking]

Come in.

Is that?

Yeah.

Taylor and I have

got some business.

OK.

Um, did you hear Eddy's friend

is in town from Toronto,

and he got us a gig at Shaggy's?

I don't care who books the

gigs, as long as I get my cut.

Yeah, you'll get your cut.

I just wanted to make sure

you're going to be there,

because this is pretty big.

I'm your fucking manager.

Why wouldn't I fucking be there?

Right.

Well, show's tomorrow.

I know.

Anything else?

No.

Cool.

Cool.

See you tomorrow.

[door closing]

Where the fuck is she, hm?

She's only, like,

30 minutes late now?

Yeah, 30 fucking minutes.

[door opening]

Where the fuck were you?

I had shit I had to do, fucker.

You sluts ready?

What's your fucking problem?

What, your legs

don't fucking work?

Come on!

Fuck.

You're going to make us late.

What's up?

Come on.

Hurry up.

Move your shit, and let's go.

[rap music]

(RAPPING) What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

Bitch.

What's up?

What's up?

Hey, Ronnie, I think

the bar's that way.

Like I don't know how to drive?

Fuck you.

You don't know where

we're fucking going.

We're going this way because

we've got to do something.

We've got to make a stop.

I'm not sure there's

going to be enough time.

We have to set up

all our equipment.

You don't got time to do

your sister a fucking favour?

It's important.

What's with the gun?

What do you mean,

what's with the gun?

This is the north.

You gotta keep your

fucking gun close by.

I mean, there's no trigger

lock on it or anything.

The fucking bullets are all

the fucking way up here.

It's fine.

What, you think I'm going to

shoot my brother or the fucking

band, like some

Greek tragedy shit?

Hey, uh-- isn't this where

the biker clubhouse is?

Yeah.

I got a dude that

does some shit for me.

Get out.

Pick it up.

You and you.

Fuck no.

Just do it.

Don't be a pussy.

Ronnie, I don't think that's

going to fit in the van.

It has to.

Fuck.

Johnny did a good job.

Yes, yes, yes!

A million times

motherfucking yes.

This goes behind you

guys when you play,

and everyone's going

to be like, these guys

are serious-- because you

guys are fucking serious.

Fuck yeah!

[chuckling]

[ambient country music]

What up, Will?

Ready for the show?

You know where, um, Eddy's at?

Yeah.

Eddy won't arrive for a while.

Let's just say, he went

on a bit of an adventure.

Seriously?

Afraid so, kid.

Knock 'em out!

Well, Jimmy's out there, and

there's a pretty decent crowd.

But I guess Eddy's

not going to make it.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

Jimmy was kind of

vague about it.

It-- whatever, it doesn't

really matter that--

Of course it matters.

Eddy's got to see us.

It's OK, Artie.

Eddy set this up so that

Jimmy could see us play.

I gotta talk to him.

Can I use your phone?

[vibrating]

[coughing]

What the fuck?

Uncle Eddy?

Um, we're about to go

on stage for our show.

But, um, you're not here.

So-- so just go play

the fucking show, Artie.

I don't know if I can.

Any idiot can play the bass.

[groaning]

Eddy's not going to make it.

Yeah, that's what I told you.

So maybe we could play tomorrow.

No.

Artie, we gotta play tonight

because Jimmy's here.

OK?

You'll be fine.

OK.

We play tonight for Jimmy,

and then this useless fuck

is out of the band.

All right, fuckers.

Let's do this shit.

Hello, Shaggy's.

Let's fucking hear it!

[cheering]

All right.

Let's give a big, warm welcome

to the next big thing--

Happy Fucking Sunshine.

Thank you.

We are Happy Fucking Sunshine!

Woo!

[cheering]

This song is called "Pogey."

["pogey" starts]

(SINGING) I used

to have a job, man.

I worked it every day.

Recession hit this town

hard and took my job away.

Money's running low now.

Them bills are stacking high.

I'm filling out

those forms, man.

I'm going on EI.

Going on pogey.

Going on pogey.

Going on po-- po--

po-- po-- po-- pogey.

Going on po-- po--

po-- po-- po-- pogey.

I strolled up to the window.

I said, where's my check?

Man said he didn't

have to look at me.

He said I looked like a--

[snorting]

Pogey.

What you gonna do when

the check stops coming?

12 more weeks, and then

you've got nothing.

[cheering]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[rhythmic drumming]

To those with rust

on their hands

to those with dirt

on their knees--

[muffled music]

[shouting]

[music stops]

Artie, what are we

doing here, man?

Get out of the way, Will.

Vince is an asshole,

but not this.

I don't want to be

out of the band.

You're not out of the band, OK?

Vince was just mad.

We all want you to stay.

You're a fucking

monster on that bass.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm pretty great.

Yeah.

Right, Vince?

Oh, for fuck sakes--

Put the gun down.

[click]

Fuck.

It wasn't even loaded.

Frank?

[blues music]

(SINGING) Mm-hmm.

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.

Listen here, now.

To be left alone, oh, is

such an awful thing, baby.

But make me yours.

And I believe we can

soothe each other's pain.

Oh, misery loves company.

And I know, I know , oh, baby,

oh, baby, don't pass me by.

And I know, I know , oh, baby,

oh, baby, don't pass me by.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh, my, my, my, my.

All right.

Don't pass me by.

Don't pass me by.

Whatever you do.

Eddy?

Where's Eddy?

Eddy's not in today.

Are you looking to sell?

I want to return it.

When did you buy it?

I don't know.

Like, two months ago.

Sorry, kid.

It's not happening.

OK.

Then I'm looking to sell.

Guitars don't do well on resale.

I can only give you $75.

Seriously?

I'm afraid so.

Fuck you.

[MUSIC - "I'M SORRY, I'M NOT

SORRY"]

I, uh-- didn't see

you at Shaggy's.

Guess you had more

important things to do, huh?

Artie needed you.

I gotta to be the

one to carry this?

I carried it.

I know what I done.

Well, where the fuck were you?

So this is it--

no band, no record, you

falling down drunk in a bar

at 11:00 AM, my dad

in a fucking box!

That's showbiz, kid.

[phone ringing]

[chuckling]

You're still alive, huh?

No, it's-- it's Will Weston.

Oh, Will, hey.

Yeah, that was quite

a show you put on.

You're probably calling

about the video, right?

Video?

Yeah, I should have called

you before we posted.

Just figured we should get it

up before anybody else does.

Holy shit.

40 million views?

Also known as internet gold.

Well, I can be in Toronto

in a couple of days,

if you want to talk about that.

[chuckling]

All right.

You little hustler, huh?

Look, text me when

you get in town.

We'll chat then.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Huh.

I guess you owe Fast

Eddy a favour after all.

Are you sure you

won't come with me?

Toronto's a big city with

real drugs and gangs.

How long do you think I'd last?

So just stay away

from that shit.

You could do whatever you want.

Just be a manager.

I don't know.

You just-- you gotta

get out of here.

I belong here.

Besides, I don't think Mom

could hash it out on her own.

Then I'll come back.

Don't you fucking dare.

And, uh, promise me you'll visit

Artie if they ever let him out.

Fuck no.

Jesus Christ.

Frank was right about one thing.

The economy goes up, and

the economy goes down.

But they never opened

that fucking mill again.

[MUSIC - MURA MURA AND SLOWTHAI,

"DEAL WIV IT"]

(SINGING) All right, all

right, all right, all right.

Walking, I walk to the shop,

I bop and take it steady.

Fighting with my

sisters in the house.

She's on the couch.

She don't move much.

And my tea in my hand, and

I'm trying to do stuff.

I woke up, I slept,

and woke up again.

Deal wiv it.

And this life don't

ever fucking change.

Deal wiv it.

I went to the pub and asked

for a pint for three quid.

Deal wiv it.

He said, it's a fiver.

Well, that's

gentrification, you prick.

Deal wiv it.

Walking back through

my old estate,

I see my mates that

ain't my mates,

and they don't want to say safe.

They say you've changed.

Fucking deal wiv it.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Deal wiv it.

Deal, deal-- deal wiv it.

D-- d-- deal wiv it.

Deal wiv it.

You're punishing yourself, mate.

Deal wiv it.

1% on my phone ain't getting

me home, so I'm bopping.

Hey, no options in this

life give me nothing.

Every second you waste

is a second closer

to the pearly gates.

Oh, that's deep, isn't it?

It's deep, mate.

I woke up, I slept,

and woke up again.

Deal wiv it.

And this life don't

ever fucking change.

Deal wiv it.

People say I'm a nuisance.

Well, what's the problem?

Deal wiv it.

People say they're busy.

Well, fuck off.

Deal wiv it!

Just fucking deal wiv it.

Deal wiv it.

So walking back

through my old estate,

I see my mates that

ain't my mates.

And they don't want to say safe.

They say you've changed.

Oh, you've changed.

Oh, you've changed.

Oh, you've changed.

Fucking deal wiv it.

1 2, 3, 4.

Deal wiv it.

Deal-- deal--

deal-- deal wiv it.

D-- d-- d-- Deal wiv it.

Fucking deal wiv it.

Deal-- deal-- deal wiv it.

D-- d-- Deal wiv it.

Life is hard, but

it's quite exciting.

Spin around.

It's your white light.

They say I can't speak my

mind or vent my frustration.

Fucking deal wiv it.

Say, life is hard, but

it's quite exciting.

Spin around.

It's your white light.

They say I can't speak my

mind or vent my frustration.

I wouldn't change

it for anything.

So walking back

through my old estate,

I see my mates that

ain't my mates,

and they don't want to say safe.

They say you've changed.

D-- d-- d-- deal wiv it.

Fucking deal wiv it.

Deal wiv it.

[music - "deal wiv it"]