The Blackout Page #3

Synopsis: A rag tag band of idiots on the verge of signing a recording contract is sandbagged by their lead singer, Chas Knopfler, into throwing the mother of all parties the night before they embark on a world tour. Eddie Mesmer, the rhythm guitarist, awakens to find his drummer, Toss Dunbar, hanging from a tree like a scarecrow, and the house completely destroyed. Eddie and Toss quickly realize that A: they can't remember anything and B: there's a dead guy in the pool. Now, they have to figure out what happened the night before or their Rock and Roll dream is over. Their only hope is State Dependent Learning, which is the scientifically proven fact that information learned while under the influence of a given "substance", can only be recalled and used to solve a task when you are in the same state. Or in Layman's terms... They have to drink to remember. The prior night's debauchery comes back to them as they get Halfway to a Blackout against insurmountable odds. Will Bad Math realize they're g
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Matt Hish
Production: Uncork'd Entertainment
 
IMDB:
2.7
NOT RATED
Year:
2013
90 min
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Yes! Whoa!

[noise stops]

Okay. So, what happen to

Gunther?

I don't know, it all went black.

You got all that from drinking,

smoking,

and popping a few pills?

Well, yeah, and a decent buzz.

Shato Margo, really?

Oh yeah. Chas eared this one.

Wait...

[carafe smashes on the ground]

You are serious.

Yeah...get in there.

You fill the hole that your dad

left when he walked out

your life.

Go ahead, down the hatch.

[electrical sounds]

At least we don't

fight like that.

[loud noise continues]

Right babe?

Jenny?

[music continues]

I told you I'd be there for you.

Honey? That's my drink.

Spencer.

Why don't you run along

and ruin

someone else's night, suit?

Come on, Eddie. Don't be

jealous.

[scoffs]

Of what?

That fashion beard?

Seriously.

I left two inches out so she

wouldn't fall in love.

Say that to me again right now.

-He's not worth it.

Eddie, your contract.

I'd love to stay and chat,

buddy.

Hmm.

That's actually not true.

I guess this beer was for my

Fiance'.

Yeah.

[clicks tongue]

What were you doing flirting

with that douche nozzle?

Spencer?

Please! I was insulting him.

Yeah, that's how you flirt.

Don't worry about it.

By tomorrow night you gonna

have

groupies all over you.

[sighs]

Not if you come with.

Look,

ever since I gave Reuben your

stuff,

he's taken a real interest in my

career.

That's great, babe.

It is great. I'm finally getting

somewhere.

I can't just,

leave my life to watch

you live yours.

[sighs]

-Jenny.

[sighs]

Baby, I want this to work.

I uh...um...

[vomits on Eddie]

Of my god.

What the f*** is this? Prom?

If it were prom, you might be at

least getting laid.

[laughs]

Today just ain't your day, bro.

Sh*t.

I didn't remember anything

about Gunther.

But,

you remembered something.

Maybe,

we gotta take this,

to another level.

I don't think I have another

level.

There, there. Take your

medicine.

Come on.

[sighs]

You can do it.

You're a big boy now.

It's four twenty somewhere.

Atta boy.

Ah yes.

[noise]

Yes...to work...work.

I need more weed.

Gocha, dude.

Come on.

Thank you.

[grunts]

[sound strikes]

Who is this filthy slut?

And why does she smell like

a dead homeless person?

[drawer closed]

Gunther?

Oh f***!

Holy, that's a the sexiest thing

you could pull last night?

Cover it up, man!

Yeah, you like that?

Oh I'm gonna have me a coupla'

Minotaur kids...

Cover it up!

Cover. It. Up.

It's the best day of my life and

you won't even let me enjoy it?

[yells and laughs]

You motherf***er.

at least someone in this house

knows how to greet me. Um...

[drinks from bottle]

[music starts]

[camera clicking]

[sound stops]

Where the hell have you been?

[sniffs]

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I didn't realize I had to

check in with

the Miss of the house before I

left.

First thing's f***ing last,

okay?

Do you have any coke?

Do I look like an amateur?

[whistles]

I can murder you right now.

For what?

For being awesome?

For one, there's a corpse

in the pool.

Yeah I know. I saw him when i

took my morning swim.

What do you want me to do with

it?

I guess nothing.

Just act like an a**hole

as usual.

That's what you good at.

-Ey, mate.

Look, last night was not my

fault.

I was drinking whiskey.

Hm-huh.

You know what?

That's your excuse for

everything, bro.

Looks like someone woke up on

the wrong side of the dead deer.

[hums]

-Come here!

[rock music plays]

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Eddie, maybe we should find out

what he knows before you kill

him.

Jenny broke up with me because

of you.

Alright, yeah,

it's because of me.

Nothing to do with your little

penis and K.D. Lang haircut.

Enough with the fake British

accent!

Oh you wanna get real? Let's get

real!

Ow!!!

Ah!!!

[music plays again]

Come on.

A**hole!

You sons of b*tches.

Do you wanna find the contract

or not?

I don't care anymore.

I f***ing quit.

I f***ing quit.

[music stops]

What did you do?

[breathes heavily]

Nothing.

[rock music ascends]

[music continues]

Come on, have a drink with me.

Sorry honey, you are not my

type.

B*tch.

Just one drink.

Fine.

[wine spilled]

Hey.

Oh! You just spilled

forty dollars.

Beat it, nerd.

You again.

Me. Again.

Why don't we go some place

and get shady?

[vomits]

Oh my god.

What the f***! Is this prom?

If it were prom, you might be

getting laid.

[laughs]

[background music and chatter]

Oh...

Get out of my way.

[unlock the door]

Wow, you guys throw a great

party.

Wish I was invited.

Yeah, it was an impromptu thing.

I have no idea

it's gonna happen.

[laughs]

You guys told one person at the

school for the terminally hip?

You know,

I've got a better idea.

Hm-huh.

[chuckles]

Yeah, keep going.

[shower]

Ah-huh.

Wow.

Oh, wow.

[laughs]

Easy, easy, easy.

Business before pleasure.

Oh, but pleasure is my business.

[laughs]

Oop. Uh uh uh uh.

We forget how this works?

[chuckles]

[mutters]

[laughs]

You, are turing into my best

customer.

You are very welcome.

[chuckles]

Maybe we should take a break,

huh?

You can't break up with me.

You are my drug dealer.

You broke with me first,

remember?

We are really going there?

We don't have to.

I don't have a problem.

I just need to hide my stash

better.

Yeah well, if you can't

get it up again,

I'll know you are lying.

[inhales]

Wanna do some ecstasy?

You got any viagra?

[laugh together]

[mutters]

Baby...

[laughs]

Ah...

[mutters]

Oh whoa whoa whoa...

How about a little privacy!

Are you serious, Chas?

That's lame, even for you.

I'm going to fuc...

[dramatic music]

Jenny, wait. Hold on, I can

explain this.

Jenny, wait. Give me a second.

This is not what it looks like.

Jenny, wait!

Damn it, Chas. Why can't you

just f*** in your own room

like a normal human being?

Do I look like a normal human

being to you?

This is the last time.

-Or what?

What? You gonna quit the band,

Eddie?

Yeah.

-You're the rhythm guitarist.

I write the music, you cock

sucker.

[laughs]

So, got any condoms?

What's a condom?

Oh, looks like you gonna have to

blow me.

Does that mean I got to tongue

punches your firebox?

[laugh together]

[submarine sound]

[moans]

Oh Chas, em...

Oh, oh...

-Chas!

What the f*** does that have to

do with anything?

Nothing.

This is just a great story.

[laughs]

I'd love to hear the girl's

side of that story.

I bet you would that's cuz you

like being lied to.

[dramatic sound]

Got any condoms?

What's a condom?

[laugh together]

[symphony plays]

[ding]

[moans]

Oh Chas...

[moans continue]

Oh Chas! Oh! Oh Chas!

[cow moans]

[symphony descends]

[chuckles]

What are you doing?

Um, I'm getting ready to go out

and enjoy the party

that you didn't invite me to.

[breathes heavily]

Wait...

What about...

my turn?

Oh it is your turn,

you selfish prick.

Layla, wait.

Chas,

I'm done waiting.

Maybe now you can think of

someone other than yourself.

Okay, hang on. Hang on.

Um...

I've got a condom.

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