The Blackout Page #2

we've got a team of corporate

lawyers to deal with this sh*t

now while we're on the road,

banging groupies two at a time.

Or, our public defender are

sitting around

with his thumb up his ass while

I've got a guy

ironically named Tiny up mine.

Give it...

[cellphone got tossed in the

pool]

Re-f***ing-lax bro.

We're somebody else's problem

now.

Are we, Toss?

Because we don't even know

if Reuben came over here last

night with the contracts.

[exhales heavily]

We can call Spencer.

Absolutely not.

Not after what he tried to pull

last night.

That much I remember clearly.

[party noise ascends and

descends]

Woo...

-Are you kidding me right now?

Hey.

Getting mad ain't gonna help.

But getting f***ed up will?

You know what?

I'm gonna wake Reuben up.

Because as usual,

his sobriety will come in handy.

-Ha!

Sobriety.

He's taken 12 steps at least a

dozen times.

[pounding on the door]

[whisper]

Whit a second, Toss.

We gonna talk about this.

[doors open]

Boys.

Your house is on fire.

I highly doubt that, Chuck.

[doors shut]

That was real smooth.

What did you expect me to do?

Hide the body?

Go!

[sighs]

[doors open]

Good morning.

-That's what I thought.

Outdoor furniture,

is my specialty.

Ah, um...

[fire distinguisher]

In the name of Oprah happened

last night?

I uh...

[water splashes]

don't really know.

This reeks of Chas.

Hey, what time did you end up

getting outta here last night?

I don't know. Two.

Two thirty.

I'm really sorry if we kept you

up, man.

I mean, things got...

a little crazy.

-No, I'm sorry.

It wasn't you guys. I...

got into a fight with Geoffrey.

Must be going around.

Wait, who's Geoffrey?

My sugar daddy.

but you blow through dudes like

Toss blows through blow.

Huh!

Toss wishes he could go through

that much coke.

Yeah, for what it's worth I hope

you and uh...

Geoffrey!

Right. Kiss and make up. Just

uh...

You know, not over here.

-We will,

Now, I don't mean to pry, but

Eddie...

What?

I heard Jenny this morning.

Girlfriend got some lung on her.

Oh that, yeah. Pretty bad, man.

Oh, you'll be fine.

-Thanks, Chuck.

As you can see, I've got my

hands full here. So.

Oh, I'd be happy to help.

We could have this cleaned up in

no time.

Thank you, but that is not

necessary.

You sure honey?

-Yes!

It's totally cool.

As a matter of fact,

the record label actually has

people

who will deal with this things,

so it's fine.

Oh.

You fancy, huh?

-Yeah.

Thank you for so much for

putting out the couch. I really

appreciate it. Take care!

[doors closed]

Well, if you need anything.

Holla!

Will do.

[exhales]

Woo!

That was refreshing.

I highly recommend it.

But, I recommend getting high

first.

Ha-ha. You got a light?

You know, I have a hard time

believe in you

can produce a joint

from thin air,

without a way to light it.

Besides, Toss,

I don't know whether you

comprehend this,

but we have bigger problems

here.

Uh-oh, bigger than this?

[dramatic sound]

Like a dead guy out there in the

pool.

Now i hope Gunther has some

answers.

[confusing sound along with

montage]

[door clicks open]

[door shuts]

F***!

What's the last time you saw

Gunther?

[loud party noise]

[gunshot]

Is that all you remember?

I need more fuel.

Fuel?

Yeah, every time I drink or

smoke,

I remember something.

Dude, that's state dependent

learning.

Yeah, what he said.

-No no no no, seriously.

The only way to remember a

blackout,

[scoffs]

is to blackout again.

Yay, science!

I'm gonna check Chas' room.

[rushes and falls down]

You looking for Chas or Chas'

coke?

Wow, I just

got picked off first.

Well, lucky for us,

I'm on second.

[kicks open the door]

[trance music plays]

[together]

Typical.

He's got coke. I can smell it.

The only time Chas

is actually up this early is...

When he hasn't gone to bed.

Exactly.

[bottle clinks]

Unbelievable.

Where are these a**holes?

We gotta find them, man.

More importantly, we gotta find

that contract

or we are all f***ed.

[dramatic sound]

What are those?

[mutters]

Remember me nots.

I think you missed one.

[ascends sound of slow-mo]

What's happening?

Nothing.

Let me see.

Woo...

Klonopins, nice.

Did you hurt your back

falling off the wagon?

No, uh...

I have a huge pain in the ass.

Does she know you are doing

drugs without her?

You could fill the Grand Canyon

with what she don't know about

me.

[laughs]

You ain't gonna find what you

looking for

at the bottom

of this bag of pills.

Because it ain't in there.

Getting slow.

There you are.

Take what you want.

I'll have fun trying.

Don't try too hard.

Because the trip back from rock

bottom is a b*tch.

Look, it's' just

a couple of pills.

Just a couple pills and couple

more,

I'll be pulling you trigger,

so you don't pulling Hendrix.

I can handle my sh*t.

[scoffs]

Sound like me 12 steps ago.

Twelve,

eleven,

ten,

nine, eight, seven, six, five...

[background music]

...two, one.

Who's got the next

motherfuckers?

Right here, Sebastic Warriors.

Can you handle these balls?

He's sober.

But I'm drinking for two.

So yes, I can handle this.

Beer pong is foreplay.

And you're about to get f***ed.

[beautiful opera plays]

[opera continues]

[opera continues]

[opera continues]

[opera mixes with slow-mo

sound]

[rock music stars]

Double or nothing.

[cup gets tossed away]

I need more coke.

[coughs]

[throws up in bathroom]

[whistles]

[hums]

[girl moans]

You all right in there?

[moans]

[slicing the coke on dresser]

[toilet flushes]

Uh...

[clicks tongue]

Oh...

Single tear.

[chuckles]

[rock music ascends]

[rails the line]

How far you gonna take it?

[exhales]

Full fist. No Vaseline.

[sniffs in coke]

David Bowie! Again.

I almost save the last one for

later.

No, no, no, no.

No, no. Rock bottom,

rock...What is it?

Think John Bonham leaves f***ing

sh*t in his dressing room?

You think Ginger Baby

didn't do this?

You think Keith Moon didn't do

the f***ing line?

[sniffing]

[cheering]

Ah!

[applause]

Toss Dunbar on drums, ladies

and gentlemen.

Uh!

I feel like the drummer from Def

Leppard.

[more gratuitous moaning]

What the f*** is that?

[moans continue]

Is that my f***ing girlfriend?

Dude, that's your girlfriend

f***ing.

[splattered]

[chuckles]

You ever make her to that?

[ding]

F***.

It's been over for a long time,

Toss.

You know it, I know it.

That half attractive

dyke knows it.

Toss, not here!

Why not?

[music and party chatter]

That didn't stop you at dinner.

F*** you, Toss.

F*** me?

Is today my birthday?

I hope fame does find you,

I really do.

Because you'll just f*** it up.

That's what you do.

You're just a druggie.

F*** up. Loser.

[sighs]

[music and party chatter]

You...you make me want drugs.

[door shuts]

What?!

Hey dude. Like...

we're cool, right?

[bottle shatters window]

What the f*** you looking at?

[music stops]

This was supposed to be

a celebration.

[chatter]

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