Sunset Strip (2000) Movie Script

(alarm rings)

(camera takes pictures)

* Ooh

* Shh *

* Hey, kid, rock and roll

* Rock on

* Ooh, my soul

FELIX: In Hollywood in 1972,

up on sunset, man...

the strip was packed

every night.

* Jump up and down

* In your blue suede shoes

FELIX: And not with tours,

but us...

the people in the back

rooms trying to make it.

* Where do we go

from here? *

* Which is a way

that's clear? *

* Still lookin' for

* That blue jean

baby queen *

* prettiest girl...

FELIX: We were all out there

looking for something,

because we knew

that L.A. was a gold mine,

and your life could change

in 24 hours.

And that's why

we came here.

Oh, that's right.

Just walk on by.

Oh, shit.

Michael, you know

I hate eating alone.

I'm sorry.

Come join us.

You want

some more coffee?

No. No, thanks.

I'm not hungry.

Okay, but do you want

more coffee?

* Rock on

here it is.

* Rock on

MICHAEL: I'm sorry

about today.

Things just got

a little out of hand.

Yeah?

So, who was she?

(laughs)

You really want to know

who she was?

Or you want to know

what she was doing to him?

So, the shoot's

still at 2:00?

Yeah.

I'll pick you up.

Uh-huh.

Did you ever think about

washing some of this?

No.

Well, you should.

Hey, I like the new song.

Remember what you said

if it goes to number one...

Yes, but only if you learn

to play the guitar.

* Human nature *

What?

* Always seems to

* Have a way of givin' in

I'll be right back.

Miss, miss.

Could you change

the radio station, please?

I like this song.

-I wrote this song.

-You wrote this song?

Yeah, and I really don't

want to hear it right now,

you know what I'm saying?

Mary, I got the guy

over here who did this song.

Ohh.

Hi.

Is this you singing?

(sighs)

Look, if it was me

singing,

do you think

that I would be here

eating toast and eggs?

I'd be at the Hyatt, right?

With a 16-year-old girl

with perky little breasts

who thinks

I understand her,

you know?

But it's not me

singing, no.

You know why?

Because I'm not that guy.

So would you mind too much

changing the goddamn fucking

radio station, please?

Ohh.

Oh.

Oh, man.

Oh, fuck.

(sighs)

Bobby.

Out. Come on.

Oh, baby.

Get out.

Ohh.

Bobby, come on.

Hey, baby.

Oh, come on, come on,

don't be that way.

Give your daddy

some sugar.

Come on.

Bobby.

I need to get

some sleep.

Ohh.

You know,

it wasn't that long ago

you were begging me

every time

I come off stage.

Yeah, and how many stages

you been on lately, Bobby?

(sighs)

You should eat more.

You're too skinny.

You should eat eggs.

I don't eat eggs,

Mr. Niederhaus.

We talked about this.

Everybody eats eggs.

I don't eat meat

or their baby embryos.

Do you eat fish?

Yeah.

I eat--I eat fish.

Yeah.

You should come tonight

to the show.

Maybe you could

come on stage

and play the tambourine.

Hey, come here.

Hey.

Nice dog.

Thanks.

Come on.

Well, what do you

call yourself?

Naked Snake.

Naked Snake?

Now, that's a name.

I just wanted it

to be "Naked" first,

but then one of our guys

killed his snake

in his garage

during rehearsal,

so it was

some kind of sign.

Listen,

I need to rest, okay?

You need this?

Let me have some of that.

This could be it,

Mr. Niederhaus.

Tonight, I may

actually be able

to get some of that

money that I owe you.

You know? I mean,

it goes well,

because there's going to be

some major labels there.

You know?

If they like us...

you buy some fish

before you pay me, okay?

Okay.

Don't forget that.

No, no.

How many girls

have you been with lately?

Come on, Doc. I know

where I got it.

I just need the shot.

Yeah. Okay.

You know what they call

a guitarist

without a lady friend?

No. You got me.

-Homeless.

-Aah!

Ha ha ha! It wouldn't have

hurt if you laughed.

You done?

Done, done, done.

(sniffs)

oh, nice.

You're going to have

to let her know--

and anybody else

you've been with.

Don't worry.

She'll know.

Okay, who's next?

FELIX: Roses are red,

violets are blue.

Jennifer the cocktail

waitress has the clap,

and she gave it to you.

That's touching.

I like that.

Is that a new lyric?

Yeah.

(sighs)

you know, Mikey, I'd take

a couple of shots in the ass

for Jennifer.

You want me

to pass that on for you?

Nah. That's not

necessary.

You want me to go

in there with you

for a little support,

you know?

It's kind of hard

to tell somebody

that they're diseased.

And I also want

to assure you...

and her...

that I'm not going

to say anything.

Thanks, man.

You got it.

All right, so what

do you got on today?

I got a lot of exclusive

interview type stuff

and, uh, you know.

-Don't work too hard.

-Yeah.

Hey, Mike.

What are you doing here?

Jen's letting me crash.

(music playing)

You want a beer?

* Aw, yeah *

* Uhh

* Aw, yeah

What time is it, man?

It's a little

after 10:00.

Oh, you wait there.

Don't you fucking move,

all right?

You're going to love

this idea for the shoot, man.

So where is she?

Check this shit out, man.

It's just like

I was telling you,

right fucking here.

Glenn, this is Kennedy

just before

he had his head

blown off.

Exactly, man.

That's what's

so great about it.

Just imagine

the irony, Mike.

Okay? Add me

sitting up

on a back seat

playing my guitar,

and...

I'm in color.

Right.

When's she going

to be back?

No, no, no.

You listen to me, Mike.

Check this out.

The rest of the band...

we make them

secret service agents.

That's great, man.

Bring it with you

to the shoot.

Yeah?

All right.

Hey, did you want

to talk to Jen?

No.

Just tell her

she's got the clap.

(door closes)

Okay, take an inch

off Darryl's inseam

and an eighth

off the seat.

No, Tammy, man, take off,

like, 5 inches, man.

I want these pants

painted on, man.

I want little chickens

in the back row

to know who docks to the left

and who to the right.

You know what I mean?

Meat and potatoes, man.

Relax, Marty. I know

what you want, okay?

(telephone rings)

Ahem. Boys,

this here's the lady

that's going to make you forget

all about your days...

at Chester's

Chicken Shack.

Damn near everybody

Tammy lays her hands on

becomes a star.

Ain't that right, baby?

Tammy, Duncan Reed

is on the phone.

Is it him or his manager?

It's his manager.

Um...

well, take a message.

Yeah.

Take a message, man.

That guy's a prick.

Malcolm,

what do you think?

Looks good.

Real bad ass, man.

What do you think, baby?

It ain't working, Marty.

What are you

talking about, man?

It's exactly what I wanted.

You've done a beautiful,

beautiful thing today.

Why don't you let

the lady speak, please?

How long you been

in the business, my man?

Like, 10 minutes?

Okay? I've been in

the business 10 years.

I think I know a thing

or two about pants.

Man, we are not

The Temptations.

You got it

all wrong, man.

Let me tell you

a little something

about The Temptations, man.

Even The Temptations

ain't dressing like

The Temptations no more.

You know why?

Do you know why?

Because Marty told them

it was time for a change.

That's right. R&B--

R&B is all about knowing

your "r"s from your "b"s.

No one knows that shit

better than me, man.

Because I keep my ears

close to the street, man.

I'm in touch

with the ghetto.

That's right.

Always have been, man.

Fuck. Shit, nigger,

I am the streets.

Get off it. You grew

up in the valley.

(laughter)

Okay, that's

the north valley, man.

Shit, man.

They got to like

what they're wearing.

No. I got to like

what they're wearing.

Brother, you got

to trust the lady.

All right,

you tell me how it is.

Yeah, man, let me

tell you something.

Marty, you got

to trust her, man.

What's this?

* You've got

to trust somebody *

* Yeah

* You've got

to trust somebody *

Okay, don't

get me started, man.

You know Marty

can't control himself.

(sighs)

* Yeah, yeah,

yeah *

* You've got

to trust somebody *

* Oh oh oh oh oh *

* Who's your baby?

* Who's your friend? *

* When it's cold outside

* I'll let you in

* Liars lie

* Yes, they do

* Like a new pair of shoes

* I'll walk with you

* It's kinda hard

to believe *

* In anybody but you

* But you can't do it

all by yourself *

* You've got to trust

somebody *

* Oh *

* You've got to trust

somebody *

* You've got to

* You've got to trust

somebody *

(telephone rings)

(rings)

EILEEN:

Excuse me, Tammy?

Marty Shapiro

doing his job, man.

New threads, a new tune--

that's why

I do the managing.

Tammy,

it's Duncan Reed.

Huh?

Duncan Reed

is on the phone.

MAN: That's us?

Um, okay. I'll

take it upstairs.

MARTY:

Trust me, too, man.

Right on.

-Watch out, man.

-No shit.

All right, man,

let's celebrate.

What do you

want to do?

This is Tammy.

DUNCAN (Scottish accent):

I hate to pull you away

from whatever

you're doing.

Hey, Duncan.

I want to see you.

Oh, yeah?

How about the Hyatt?

Why don't you come along

and bring

some of your stuff?

Um...

well, we're--we're

kind of crazy here.

Um...

(sighs)

I'll tell you what.

Give me an hour, okay?

See you.

Yeah. Bye.

(electric guitar playing)

(guitar riff plays)

(duplicates guitar riff)

(guitar riff plays)

(duplicates guitar riff)

(improvises)

(plays first guitar riff)

Who are you?

* I wanna make you mine

* So I'm gonna

make you mine *

* I believe in you

(British accent)

Yes. Can I help you?

Um, I'm Tammy...

Franklin?

Duncan's expecting me.

One moment, please.

Right this way,

Miss Franklin.

Thank you.

I'm Nigel Richardson,

the band's manager.

Would you like some tea?

Um, yeah, sure.

It's there

on the trolley.

Duncan will be

with you shortly.

He says you're

very talented.

Thank you.

Barry,

this spot for you--

I'm not talking

about it anymore.

The party

is before the show,

and that's it.

It's done.

Barry, it's absurd.

A party at, what, 7:00?

The sun will still be up.

You want the people

from the press

to be at this show

early and on time

and in a good mood,

correct?

Okay. We're going

to feed them.

We're going to booze them.

Excuse me.

I would love

a cup of tea, please,

with just

a little bit of sugar.

And then reviews

will be great.

They'll be--

it's just...

trust me. This is

how we do it out here.

Not to mention

Jann Wenner

already loves Duncan

anyway.

So it's, like--

it's not a big stretch,

and the band

doesn't care.

And then you can have

a big party afterwards

for all of us

with the tit and the 'ludes

and whatever, okay?

Thanks.

And not your 'ludes--

his 'ludes.

(laughter)

(door opens)

Hi, Tammy.

You're not leaving,

are you?

Hello, Duncan.

Good to see you.

Bedroom?

Uh-huh.

Oh, you've been busy.

Yeah. Things have been,

you know, good.

Yeah. Thank you.

Now, I only did these

the other day.

I'd love to see you

in this one,

but if that

scares you...

we could always

do something like this.

What do you think?

Do you want a drink?

Sure.

Why not?

The chap from

Rolling Stone is here.

I'm having

a conversation here.

(door closes)

So, how long

you in L.A.?

Do you know what?

You look

absolutely beautiful.

Do you know that?

Thank you.

I think...

keep these ready

for tonight,

and I'll swing by

and pick you up...

and we'll go

to the show together.

Um...

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

(music playing)

Excuse me.

I want to trade

these in.

Cash or credit?

Cash.

6 bucks.

6? Man.

Or 9, in-store credit.

Did you even see

what's here?

That's the best I can do.

Man, this is war--

World is a Ghetto.

This is only one

of the greatest albums

of this century.

We've got it.

Man, do you even know

what this is?

Tell me.

School's Out.

Now, this one,

it's hard to let

this one go, man.

This one has...

the panties, man.

This--these are

a collector's item.

They're pristine--

mint.

Years from now, man,

these are going

to be worth bucks,

and I'm

throwing them in.

All this...

for another...

2.50?

I'll give you 8.

What can I say?

Yes. Okay.

Man, I'm parked in the red.

You think I could just--

I'll be right

with you, sir.

Just a couple of packs

of smokes.

I'll be right

with you.

Okay.

Shit.

You don't mind,

do you, man?

I don't...

I don't think they serve

your kind here.

What?

I want you to know

I don't have a problem

with your people.

Mm-hmm.

(laughs)

Hey, man,

is that supposed to be

some kind

of racial slur?

Because that ain't cool.

No. I'm diggin' it, bro.

I'm with you.

Hey, you know, that--

listen, that--

god damn it, man.

You know, that attitude

of yours...

what, you perceive me as

something different from you?

Why don't you listen to

what my man king had to say?

You remember

Martin Luther king, man?

You know what

he's talking about?

What?

Okay. You can mock me

all you fucking want,

but he's talking

about peace.

You got to open

your ears, man,

and listen for the sounds

of brotherhood,

you know what I mean?

Are you a brother?

Can I help you?

Let me get a couple

of packs of menthols

and some nasal spray.

Shit, man,

give me your hand.

Just--truce. Just give me

your hand. Please, man.

Just--please.

(laughs)

(breathes deeply)

(whistles)

You feel that, man?

You going to tell me

you don't feel that?

Hey.

That's my aura.

You're getting

a parking ticket.

Aw. Fucker.

Get the fuck off

my ride, man.

When I was 17,

I was in this

really bad car crash.

It took them

almost 2 hours

just to get me out.

See, I don't tell

this story to many people,

you know,

but you seem cool,

you know, so...

Sure, kid.

Yeah.

While all this is going on,

I'm having

this kind of--

this near-death

experience.

You know, I'm floating

over my body.

There's this tunnel

and this white light,

you know?

And it's the whole bit.

And I'm thinking

it's Buddha

or Jesus

coming to get me,

but you know who it is?

It's--it's Jimi Hendrix.

Wow.

Unstraps his strat--

this blinding-white

beautiful Stratocaster--

he hands it to me.

I take it, and

he starts to fade off

into this white light,

this purple sky.

MAN: Can you take

this down for me?

Hey, yeah.

Be right there.

All right, well...

first thing I do...

when I leave the hospital,

is I go straight to

the nearest music store.

And there it is...

like it's been

waiting for me...

this beautiful white Strat.

I plug it in and I

just start playing.

You know,

like I've always know how.

It wasn't great,

but I could feel his energy

moving through me, you see?

And that's--that's

when I knew

I could not screw around

with my life anymore.

That I had

to do what Jimi said

and I had

to come out to L.A.

That was almost a year ago.

So...do you still

want the strings?

Yeah, just the strings.

I'm sorry.

(camera clicks)

Hey, you.

Hi.

Have we got

any messages?

What was he like?

Come on.

We gotta move fast.

What was who like?

Stop that!

Come on, Michael,

we're late.

Okay. Eileen,

let's go.

-I'm ready.

-Lift.

All right, lift.

Got it.

Who are you fitting?

Duncan Reed.

Eileen!

You have to

start this for me.

What?

Now, cut the pattern,

use this velvet,

and start the fitting.

Tammy, I don't think--

you can do it, okay?

It's just like he'd expect

me to drop everything.

But you did,

didn't you?

What?

Drop everything for him.

-I did not.

-Sure.

I didn't.

So, did you look

at my colors?

Yeah, they're great.

Hmm? Did you?

What did you think?

You like them?

Yeah, they're great.

You didn't even look,

did you?

(laughs)

I was up all night

doing those, Michael.

I looked, okay?

I think they're great.

They'll work.

Thank you.

Ahem.

Do you think

they're big enough?

How am I supposed to answer

a question like that?

Do you know what I'm

talking about? My breasts.

Do you think

they're big enough?

I'm not your brother.

It's--

No, you're not?

No.

No, seriously.

Okay, okay, okay.

Are they big enough

for what?

For me!

Just, you know,

for men liking breasts.

Sure.

Yeah?

They're great.

(laughs)

We got that

out of the way now?

Thank you, yeah.

Good.

Ever think of

getting married?

No, I don't think so.

No, me, neither.

(gun cocks)

(gunfire)

(clicking)

God damn it, man!

Come on, Mike!

Not a gun works

around here, man!

Now, who's on

these guns?

I'm sorry. I got it.

Ahh. Whoo.

Look, Mike,

I'm glad we let go

of that whole

Kennedy thing, man.

Michael!

I hate the shirt!

I just want

to make sure--hey!

I just want to make sure

we ain't missing out on

any opportunity here.

Just to really--

unh!--you know?

I need

2 minutes, okay?

Right.

Where's the dirt?

Here, try this one.

Tammy, we need

the dirt.

I got the dirt.

It's gotta be

special, Mike!

I want an album cover

people are gonna remember, man.

They will, man.

Trust me.

Hey, how about this, man?

How about we shoot it

with me up on the horse?

Huh? Huh?

Sure. Charlie,

get him a horse.

-A horse.

-A horse?

You like horsies, huh?

Let's go

with this one.

-Uh-huh.

-You like that?

I bet you do.

You look good.

Okay.

Damn!

What's her name, man?

Who, Tammy?

Yeah.

She always

so friendly?

Only if you play guitar.

Hey, uh, Tammy!

(sniffs)

I think I need

a little more dirt!

You look great, man.

Let's just get the shot.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(guns firing)

Come on, boy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shit, Mike, I don't know

about this horse, man!

Don't you got

something to do?

Now, quiet, everybody!

Shut up!

I got it. I got it, man.

You know what it needs?

You know what this whole

thing needs, man?

No. No.

A woman, man.

Right up here

on the back.

All scared and all,

up here with me.

Let's try it

once more just like this.

(sighs) Hey, Tammy.

What?

You want to be

a saloon girl?

(laughs)

Help me out here,

please?

Just help me

out here.

It'll be fun.

This guy's

out of control.

Might be fun.

Come on.

Yeah, okay. I'll be

your saloon girl.

I got

the perfect dress, too.

GLENN: All right!

Hey, Mike?

You just worry about

keeping it all

in focus, okay, Mike?

Come on, my man,

let's go.

Come on!

Action, Glenn!

Oh, my god, help me!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Slow down! Slow down!

Everybody hold up! Hold up!

I got an idea, my man.

Could you just shoot

the fucking gun, please?

What if--

No, no, let's

just do this.

No, you listen to me,

man, all right?

I'm telling you

what I want, okay?

What do you want

to do, Glenn?

Now, you ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

-You ready?

-Yeah, I'm ready.

Just imagine this, man.

This whole place

is on fire, man.

I mean, burning down

to the ground, okay?

Tammy and I, we're

up here on the horse,

coming through all that.

Huh?

Can't do it.

This is Hollywood.

We can do whatever we want.

(sighs)

What do you think,

Tammy?

(giggles)

Can we do it, Mike?

Tammy loves it!

(cheering)

Screw it.

Oh, man, come on, Mike.

What's the matter, man?

Pack the lights up

when you're done.

Mike.

Michael!

Hey, baby,

just let him go.

No!

Somebody get me a camera!

Do this the right way.

Some film

and lights, too, man.

Shoot it my damn self.

Michael.

Michael, you can't

walk away from this.

(starts engine)

Oh, well,

fucking go.

How many carrots

do you eat a day?

I try to eat 20,

but sometimes I don't.

I drink carrot juice

every day.

It was nice to meet you.

Yeah, nice to meet you.

I'm--I'm here a lot.

Hey.

Hey. The Doberman.

This morning. I was

walking with the old man.

Did my dog do something

to hurt him?

No. Nothing like that.

So, listen, my band--

I'm in a band.

They're playing at

the Whiskey tonight.

If you want to come down,

I could put

your name on the list.

We don't get out much.

"We" as in

you and the dog?

Who's we?

It's--it's a boyfriend,

right?

Boyfriend.

Well, I could put

you down for 2.

(engine sputtering)

If you want to

come down, you can.

What's your name?

(engine sputters)

Doesn't sound so good.

You should have your boyfriend

take a look at that.

You know, I could--

I could look at it.

If you want.

You want me to help you

with these bags?

I--I only have

a couple of dollars.

No, I'm--

(gunshot)

what was that?

Nothing. He's just

shooting birds.

(gunshots)

Just be cool, okay?

Hey, babe.

Where have you been?

I went to get groceries.

This is Zack.

The car died again

and he gave me a ride.

Hey, man. Wow.

Zack's band is playing

the Whiskey tonight.

ZACK: Yeah, we are.

If you want

to come down,

I can put your name

on the list.

You have been gone 2 hours.

You bangin' her?

No, man.

You know what?

I am so sick of this.

I want to talk to you. Now.

Hey, I can go if--if you

want to talk to him.

No, it's okay.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

BOBBY: Where the hell

do you think you're going?!

Christine, you get

your butt back here

right now, god damn it!

You'd better go.

Yeah, okay.

What time did you meet her

at the store, kid?

Baby, why are you

doing this?

'Cause she gave me a time

and I want to see

if your time and her time

are the same time.

Man, can I just

say one thing?

What?

Man, Monday, Monday,

California dreamin'...

I just want

to thank you, man.

Zack, he's not

John Phillips.

Fuck you!

Get the fuck

out of my house!

Fucker!

(engine roars)

Christine!

Enter. This is my house.

Hey, Eileen?

Meet Glenn.

Glenn, my assistant

Eileen.

-How you doing, baby?

-Hi.

How's it going?

Hey, I know you.

Did you get the pattern

done for Duncan?

Yeah, I actually

started to sew it.

It's up by the machine.

He's so cute.

I want to see it.

Okay, sure.

GLENN: Hey, I just saw

Dennis Hopper, baby!

I guess you kids

keep your eye

on pretty much

the whole scene, huh?

TAMMY:

Here, try this one.

What you got?

You like it?

Mmm...not as much

as I like you.

I guess not.

Mmm...

Uh-uh...

(laughs)

Mmm, easy, tiger.

Bye!

Felix home?

Fuck Felix!

(knocks)

Felix?

(knocks)

Felix?

(laughing)

So...

(doorbell rings)

Uh, hang on a minute.

They can wait.

Come on.

Stay here.

Don't move, okay?

Hi!

Hi, Tammy.

Hi.

Boy, you've really got

something going here.

I like it.

Thank you.

(music starts)

Come on, sit down.

I've got a car outside.

Can I take you somewhere?

Oh, I can't.

I've got a client.

Come on. There you go.

Make yourself comfortable.

Huh.

Angelo was...

(voices)

Look, I'll show you

what I've done so far,

and then you're gonna

have to go, okay?

* Man buys a monkey

Felix?

* That helps him unwind

* He pays me 10 thousand

* To get the hate

off his mind *

* It's a mad world

* It's a mad, mad world

(camera clicking)

* Call me a counselor

* Call me a shrink

* I'll lead your path

across the water *

* Your girlfriend'll drink

Felix?

* It's such

a mad, mad world *

Felix!

Come on.

Ooh, ducky.

Got the arm?

Duncan, I have a client.

(giggles)

* The gift of it all

* It's a mad world

I have a client.

Just wait right there.

* It's a mad, mad world

try the pants

with the jacket.

* Whoo-oo-oo

Wake up! Wake up!

(gasping)

Okay, we're walking.

Let's go.

Okay, this is nice.

You're a great songwriter,

you know that?

You're Felix Tarkington.

You think you're gonna be

remembered when you're dead?

No. The Osmonds.

The Osmonds are gonna

be remembered, man.

Sherman, The Bee Gees.

These are the talents

the world's gonna know, man.

Not some cynical bastard

who knew the score

and still stupid enough

to pull shit like this.

Man, who do you

think you are?

(groans)

(laughs)

Oh, missed you, baby.

Come on.

Here, come on, out.

No. Out.

I've got a customer.

You have to go.

No, no.

Please, baby, please.

Put your shirt on.

Listen, listen.

I may not be

a big man, okay?

But I'll make it

worth your while.

No! Oh, God.

Oh, God.

No!

Ohh.

Ohh...

-Oh!

Oh, yeah!

Glenn.

Ohh...

Oh! Oh!

Unh!

Okay...

okay, you gotta go now.

Okay?

Aah!

(laughs)

You did this on purpose,

didn't you?

Mmm!

Oh, my lord, what a woman.

Whoo.

Unh!

Oh, shit.

Ohh.

Thanks.

What were you thinking?

(laughs)

You know better, man.

You gotta eat the olives.

Otherwise, it's not a martini.

We talked about this. Huh?

(sighs)

Am I gonna have

to teach you again?

No.

I just want you to know

I'm thankful for this.

'Cause I've had a great day,

and you just raised it

to another level.

I knew I could

count on you.

I really appreciate it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(click)

Gimme one of

your faces, man.

Mikey, that's--

that's cold.

(click)

That's very handsome.

Uh-huh.

(click)

I need a drink.

Well...

(sighs)

I think you're all out.

You okay, baby?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

I've just got

a difficult client.

I thought

you'd, uh, left.

Glenn,

do you know Duncan?

Duncan, this is Glenn.

Duncan's band's playing

at the Whiskey tonight.

I've heard your stuff.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

It's not, uh...

it's not honky-tonk.

It's...

it's on its own.

I guess if you say so,

my man.

No, really. I love it.

It's...

it's real American music.

You've got good taste,

my man.

Now, let me tell you

something about yourself.

You fellas, you're

stealin' the blues

right out

from under us, man.

I mean, come on.

Thank you, brother.

Listen, I want you

to come to the gig tonight,

sit in with the guys.

Oh, no, no, no.

I couldn't do that, man.

Of course you can.

Okay.

Ha ha! Good man.

-All right.

-Yeah.

Hey, uh,

you like bikes?

I love bikes.

Check this out, man.

You're not gonna

believe this right here.

Mm-hmm.

I'll see you tonight.

(door bell rings)

(dog barking in distance)

(plays riff)

(guitar repeats riff

in distance)

(repeats riff)

(botches riff)

(guitar playing)

Turn that thing down.

You've got a visitor.

Hi.

Want me to make you tea

for your guest?

I'll make you tea.

Someone's got a view.

Yeah.

You know that

he played clarinet

in the studio orchestra

for Gone With the Wind?

MGM. He was there

for 20 years.

Look, I just wanted

to apologize.

How did you find me

up here?

Well, I wouldn't call

your car an eyesore,

but it wasn't exactly

difficult to spot.

Oh, so you--

you looked for it?

Yeah.

Well...

I hope it goes well

for you tonight, Zack.

I'll put your name

on the list.

(knock on door)

Michael, it's Tammy.

Can I come in?

Yeah, come in.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Working.

Are these new?

You haven't seen those?

No.

You can't just do that,

Michael.

What?

The shoot.

It was important to me,

and you just

pissed it away.

You know, you're not

the only one

who cares

about their work.

Your work?

Yeah, my work.

Come on, Michael, we both

know the way this works.

No, we both know

the way you work.

Yeah, whatever it takes,

that's what I do.

Look, this is not

really a good time.

You should probably leave.

Why don't you

ever use color?

'Cause I like

black and white.

But some shoots you

should work in color.

Like today's and some

shoots like today--

Black and white

works for me, so, uh...

I use it.

And to be honest, I have

a little trouble with colors.

What do you mean?

I'm colorblind.

That's why I was

never drafted.

Well, I'm glad you think

it's so funny.

I think

that's very funny.

Michael the photographer

is colorblind.

It's just blues,

reds, and greens.

I get them mixed up,

that's all.

Yeah, well,

it explains a lot.

What?

What you're wearing.

That shirt and these pants.

It drives me crazy.

What, it doesn't work?

No.

But it's okay.

I'll dress you.

I'll dress myself,

thanks very much.

Okay.

(giggles)

A colorblind

photographer.

Just don't tell anyone.

Hey.

That's good.

That's...

that's really good.

Thank you.

I, uh, I got to go.

I've left Eileen

alone at the shop.

See ya.

Ahem.

Bye.

(drums playing)

Make sure we got enough ice

back there, too, huh?

And remove the weed.

Thanks.

Aw, man, hey.

Aw, hey, man.

Ronny, it's cool.

Take it easy, man.

Ask him if we

can do another one.

Yeah.

Hey, Vito.

Yeah, kid?

Yeah, can we just

run it one more time?

Off.

Hey, man, you know,

Hendrix played here, man.

You know what I'm saying?

I don't know if we should

continue, you know.

Hey, mellow the fuck out.

He's right, Ronny.

You just gotta--

you gotta take it easy.

It's cool. Come on.

Mikey.

* Spent some time

* Feelin' inferior

* Standin' in front

of my mirror *

* Combed my hair

in a thousand ways *

-Hello.

-Hey, Mike.

What's the point

in traveling?

I know what you mean,

man.

The days of Monterey pop

are over.

* Daddy said, son,

you better see the world *

You're great company.

Huh? Yeah.

* I wouldn't blame you

if you wanted to leave *

Nigel, what's the name

of the support band?

Naked Snake.

Well, that's genius.

* To a woman that'll

spend your bread *

* So I got out, whoo *

Stand clear.

Make way.

* Got arrested for inciting

a peaceful riot *

Come on, Duncan!

* When all I wanted

was a cup of tea *

* I was accused, whoo

* I moved on

* Every picture tells

a story, don't it? *

Glenn. Glenn, my man.

I got to talk to you,

brother.

Somebody know

that motherfucker?

What's this?

All right, kid, you're on.

Let's go. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for the very first time

the Whiskey A Go-Go

is proud to present...

Naked Snake.

(mild applause)

(mild cheering)

1, 2, 3, 4!

* Tonight *

* Beneath the moon rays

* We stand in the doorway

* Lookin' towards

other skies *

* They are yours and mine

* For now *

* Yeah, ride

* Ride the wild surf *

* Until the dawn

* Is ushered in

at your word *

* Your heart

must always burn *

* Burn like a star

in the cold night *

* Yeah, burn

until the dawn light *

* And make it

to a new time *

* Burning in my head

* Yeah

* We're gonna make it

to the new times *

* We're gonna make it

from the old times *

* We're gonna make it

to the good times *

* That's for sure

* Ain't gonna let it

slip away *

-Go home!

-Go!

* Ain't gonna

let this chance fade *

* Ain't gonna let it

go in vain *

Shit! Get off!

Hey, shut your mouth,

hippie.

Get out of here!

* In the cold night

* Yeah, burn

until the dawn light *

* And make it

to a new time *

* Burning in my head

Turn 'em loose!

I came here

to see Duncan!

(audience complaining)

Duncan!

All right, man,

come on!

Give it up!

Lay another one on me,

Naked Snake.

I'm here for you, man.

What? What do you

want to do?

Let's rock 'n' roll, man.

Duncan! Duncan!

* There's a fever burnin',

and I don't feel right *

* Yeah, my head's rushin'

right out of my mind *

* Went to see the doctor,

and he give me pills *

* Yeah, they numbed my pain

but didn't cure my ills *

* What's in the future,

'cause I can't see *

Hey, hey, hey,

stop that, man!

Hey,

let 'em play, man!

Fight it, Naked Snake!

Fight it, man!

This sucks!

* Go and see

the fortune teller, baby *

* Find out how it goes

CROWD:

Duncan! Duncan! Duncan!

That's enough, kid.

Turn it down. Turn it off!

Cut it! Cut it!

(crowd yelling)

Get off the stage!

Get off

the fuckin' stage!

Ever heard

of practicing?!

You gotta rock 'n' roll!

Go home!

* Been 40 days *

Hi. How are you?

Good.

Oh, God.

That was short, huh?

I didn't think they were

that bad, actually.

* Do you know what I mean?

Can I get you

something to drink?

Uh, yeah, can I get

a Harvey Wallbanger?

Uh, I'm okay.

Where were you

this morning?

I stopped by.

Around.

* I just saw her,

asked her to stay *

Ooh, cocktail waitress.

Aren't you supposed

to be backstage?

Yeah, well, you know.

Yeah, I know.

* Her and Bobby

were steppin' out *

No, no, no, no, man.

Country rock,

country schlock, man.

It's like here today,

white tomorrow,

you know what I mean,

Glenn?

Well, man, you know,

the shit's been workin'.

Okay, man, focus in on it

for a second.

Okay, here's the thing, man.

It's like the scene, man--

the scene moves so fast, man,

you never know what's gonna hit

until it already has,

and then everybody's doing it,

and that does you no good.

What you got to do is,

you got to see what's coming.

All right? And then, okay,

be what's coming.

Know what I mean, man?

Baby, let me tell you

something.

I am what's coming.

I've always been

what's coming.

I got some new shit

on the horizon, my man.

Check it out,

just check it out.

I got one word for you,

I got one word, man.

Listen up, listen up.

What?

The word is "metal."

say that again.

Metal. Metal, yeah.

Metal, man, like in

my mama's teeth, man. Metal.

Metal, man!

That's heavy.

I've been thinking

about stuff lately, man.

Lay it on me, man.

Lay it on me.

'Cause you know what

I think is the next wave?

I think it's

all about loud, thick,

dynamic, and just

fuckin' evil, man.

You're scarin' 'em,

right?

Scarin' the fuck

out of 'em, man.

I want a fuckin'

stage show

that's gonna make people

drop their

motherfuckin' bowels.

You got smoke.

You know what you need?

-What?

-You need

motherfuckin' fire.

Fire, man, brimstone, man.

I'm talking about the devil.

That's what I'm talking about.

You know what I mean?

This is what you got to do.

Take it easy on that

a little bit,

but you're a smart man.

We should talk.

You got to lose

those redneck retards

you've been slumming with,

and you got to come with me,

and you gotta--

you're a visionary, right?

I like the way

you think.

I'm tired of these

fuckin' redneck bastards

crawlin' all over me.

Keep doing

the same thing.

I can help you realize that.

You know what I mean?

You want a line?

You do coke?

Nah.

Oh.

(humming)

Oh, shit.

Ha ha. Oh, no.

My man.

Liquor store.

Oh, God.

How you doin', man?

How'd that aura turn out?

Not good.

That's too bad.

That shit usually works.

You know what? You got

an interesting look.

Are you a musician?

I'm Marty Shapiro.

I'm never too busy

to say hello.

You got

an interesting look, too.

I really dig your afro.

Okay. You know what,

motherfucker?

That's hostile.

What are we doing?

We're just 2 dudes here

taking a leak,

and that hostility's

gonna kill you, man.

You know that?

You got a black heart.

Man, that's like you got

a charcoal heart.

You're a very hostile man.

You know that?

Come on, turn to me

when I'm talking to you.

(urinating)

Okay.

It's okay, man.

It's okay.

You know what?

I don't give a shit.

I love you anyway.

(laughs)

Okay?

Oh, you motherfucker.

What are you

still doing here?

We're going on.

I don't know

where the guys are.

Get out.

What? You said...

you said 2 sets.

You said 2 sets.

Get out.

Vito, Vito.

This one's gonna be better.

You said 2 sets!

(audience cheering)

All right.

What you've been

waiting for all evening.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Whiskey A Go-Go

proudly presents

Duncan Reed and the Curb.

(glass shatters)

* Ohh

* Ohh ohh ohh *

* For a moment at least

* You've found release

* You fly everywhere

through the air *

* Temporary wings

All right, here's

a Harvey Wallbanger.

Thank you.

Beer.

And a little

something special...

for your big fucking mouth.

I told Glenn

she's got the clap.

What?

The clap.

Well,

why'd you do that?

'Cause Glenn's sleeping

with her, too.

What, she gave you the clap,

and then she gave it

to Glenn, too?

Yeah, I think so.

Jesus, you've had

a busy afternoon.

Oh, God.

Really?

* Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

* Ooh, the change

* Don't ever change

Thank you, L.A.,

city of angels...

and all you

beautiful people here

at the Whiskey Go-Go.

But before

we go any further,

there's one very

special angel here tonight.

Miss Tammy Franklin.

I know you're here

somewhere.

Here!

Whoa!

(cheering)

How you doing?

Now, here's one

you may remember.

* Cocaine conversation

* Cocaine conversations

* And it rained

inside your mind *

* Rained and rained

and rained, it rained *

* Livin' in amnesia valley

* You don't even talk

a good game *

* Don't even talk

* Livin' in amnesia valley

* Eyes like windows

* Nighty-night

* Livin' in amnesia valley

* Don't even talk

a good game *

* Don't even talk

a good game *

* Cocaine conversation

* Cocaine conversations

* Don't even talk

a good game *

* You don't even

talk a good game *

Thank you!

Zack. Zack.

I--I waited for you.

How did it go?

It went good.

We got a contract.

Ha. I knew

you could do it.

I--I had

a feeling myself.

9:00, right?

9:00 you went on?

Yeah. Yeah.

We signed it.

Wonderful. Listen,

we'll go out

tomorrow morning.

We'll sit and talk and talk

and talk, all right?

And then you tell me

everything, okay?

Congratulations.

Okay.

Good night,

Mr. Niederhaus.

* It's

* So hard

* To get a break

* From the money machine

Come on in, babe.

* And you know *

Tammy.

* That it's easy

* So easy *

* To make a mistake

Everyone's

asking about you.

You look great.

-Yeah?

-Mm-hmm.

I got in.

Can you believe it?

Here you finally are.

Duncan's been

asking about you.

The real party's

in the other room.

Okay.

Here, let me take that.

Have fun.

She said I look great.

Tammy.

Tammy, Tammy, Tammy.

Hey.

How's it goin'?

Good.

I'm sorry about this.

This was supposed

to be just me and you,

but the usual.

Party, party.

Would you like

to sit down?

Uh-huh.

You know what I mean?

Nigel, um, could you

get him out of here?

You are just

so, so great.

And how many girls have you

said that to tonight?

6.

Exactly.

You're the one

I'm taking back

to London tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Uh-huh.

Once you see London,

you'll know why

we laugh at L.A.

What, like,

for the weekend?

No. I want you to

pack up all your shit

and come and be

with me for a while.

But I...I can't just

drop everything.

Why?

Well, I got friends.

Fuck 'em.

We'll buy new ones.

And what about

my shop, huh?

That's my job.

You can have

anything you want.

We can be on a plane

and be gone

before this party's

even over.

WOMAN: Great show, Duncan.

Thank you very much.

So... come on.

Leave in 2 hours.

I call that

Barred and Grilled.

Inspired by the imaginings

of Miss Gina

from the seventh veil.

That's probably her

next door.

Probably.

These women, you know...

designed to elude

and confound.

Unless...

you tell them exactly

what they want to hear.

And what is that?

You understand them

and that you...

see them

as they really are

and that you're a shell

of a man without them.

The thing is that they

already know that,

you know?

They just want

to hear it from me.

Exactly.

That's right,

that's right.

I'm gonna go

get something to eat.

Hey, will you, uh...

leave the door cracked?

I want to listen

to the traffic.

You want

some more coffee?

Please.

What kinds of jell-os

do you have up there?

Well, I have red,

and I have green.

I'll take the green.

How much is it

for some whipped cream?

Uh,

it's 25 cents extra.

Aw, okay.

No, thanks.

I'll be sitting

over there.

Okay.

* Ain't it a shame?

* Oh, give me the beat,

boys, and free my soul *

* I wanna get lost

in your rock and roll *

* And drift away

* Oh, give me the beat,

boys, and free my soul *

* I wanna get lost

in your rock and roll *

* And drift away

I didn't charge you

for the whipped cream.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

What can I get you?

I'll have a cheeseburger.

That's it?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

* The world outside

looks so unkind *

* I'm countin' on you

* To carry me through

* Oh, give me the beat,

boys, and free my soul *

Excuse me. Do you know

what time it is?

* And drift away

It's a little

after 4:00.

Thanks.

* Give me the beat, boys,

and free my soul *

* I wanna get lost

in your rock and roll *

* And drift away

* now, now, now

* Won't you,

won't you take me? *

I don't want the

cheeseburger anymore.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Hi.

I thought

I'd catch you here.

The party's over?

Mm-hmm.

I got your pictures.

What pictures?

Your pictures of me.

Thank you.

Here.

Now, I hope it fits.

I had to wing it.

Let's see...

it's perfect.

Now, let me explain it

to you, okay?

See, this is red,

and this is green,

and this is red,

and this is green.

Tammy.

What?

I want you to be

with me.

(dishes rattle)

(electric guitar

playing familiar riff)

(plays riff)

FELIX: Everybody's

lookin' for somethin'.

Sometimes when

I'm writing a song,

I stop and consider

the possibility

of giving it a happy ending.

It makes me feel good.

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