The Blackout Page #7

man?

Uh, she left. I don't know.

I don't the time know right now.

Give me that. Give me that.

B*tch did not look happy.

Look, you gotta beat that sh*t

out of her

before it becomes a f***ing

problem.

[sighs]

F*** me.

You a friend of Chas?

Not anymore.

Damn. That coulda been

arranged.

One of my b*tches.

Honest, hard-working people are

trying to do coke.

What the f*** is going on here?

There is a pimp and some

entrepreneurs.

And crack.

[laughs]

You boys ready to rock?

[rock music starts]

[music continues]

[in terror]

Ah!!!

Get it off me!

Easy, playa'...

[slaps]

[speaks unknown language]

What? You're better than me?

Fool!

She's deaf!

So she's got a

listening problem.

I'm stuck, you dick!

[bones break]

Time's up.

Lollipop, hose you off the clock

so get up off the cock.

What about me?

Ah!

I love your accent.

[indistinct music]

[door opens]

[trance music]

Um um um...

-Yeah...

Damn...

That's gonna cost extra.

[fingers snap]

Hey, you got any crack?

Nigga...

I'ma crack you.

[shouts]

How much money you got?

Oh, come on.

Dude.

[heavy metal music plays]

[party chatter]

I wasn't finished.

I know, I think I left a ring

inside of her.

Yo cards are all maxed.

So unless you got cash,

Look, we got one, two, three,

four hos in here.

We've been here an hour. That's

a grand easy.

[laughs]

Grand.

[sniffs]

I don't have that kinda money.

[sniffs]

Nigga, you best give me my

money.

Or someone has to get, physical.

No James. He's out best

customer.

[slaps]

We ain't here pro-boner b*tch!

You finger f*** yourself,

I'd better get 55 dollars. You

understand?

You shouldn't done that.

Look, when I take a sh*t, I that

b*tch.

What you gonna do about it,

hippie?

Em?

[suspensive music]

[band]

Run!

Do her.

Save her.

I'm gonna regulate.

[suspensive music continues]

Gun!!

[rock music plays]

[gunshot]

[footsteps]

[rock music descends]

Hands to heaven, motherf***er.

You don't even know how to use

that, b*tch.

Okay, okay, hey hey hey...

How about...

[sniffs]

I cut you both a little

discount. Huh?

Say five-hundred.

[gun fires]

[rock music starts]

Way to kill Bambi.

[slow-mo sound]

[intense music starts]

[tire scratches]

Hello there.

Are you okay?

[punches]

[car door slams]

My fiance would kill me if

we are doing this,

but hi. I'm Layla.

If I wanted any lips from you,

I'd let down my zipper.

Oh, okay.

Oh.

Wow.

[laughs]

[pants unzipped]

...freak. Okay, oh oh. Ah! Hold

on, hold on, baby.

Please, please! Just one rock.

I gotta have that crack.

Give it to me, brother man.

Come on, I'm sorry. I wasn't

gonna shot you.

I was just fuc...No, no...

[dramatic, electrical sound]

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.

[runs on roof]

Wait a second,

you're telling me,

Chas really is half gay?

You know I may have a small

cocaine and hooker problem.

apparently you like

getting pumped

more than a pair of Reeboks.

No. Apparently "Jagermeister" is

German

for "makes me kiss boy".

Enough. Where's the girl Reuben

left with?

Layla? Anybody have

her number?

I'll suck your dick.

Just give me the crack.

I don't get digits,

I give them.

Last night must be an exception.

Hey boys, take it easy.

Take it easy!

You okay?

All right. Everybody calm down.

Right now,

you hear me?

[gun fires]

Okay, okay.

I say calm down, you hear me?

[intensify sound]

[dramatic music plays]

[shouts]

I regret nothing!

[water splashes]

[breathes in deeply]

Son of a b*tch!

Lookit, lookit what I found.

You found the briefcase.

What the sh*t do you care?

You should care. It's Hermes.

Oh, what kinda party are you

having,

why wasn't I invited?

Hola, I'll take that.

This is company property if I'm

not mistaken, right Officers?

A long as it doesn't contain any

evidence pertaining to the body.

At least I get one phone call.

I just hope she answers.

I'm far too f***ing pretty

for jail.

How am I suppose to get drugs

in the clink?

I just wanna to rock one stadium

with you guys. Once.

You guys will sh*t yourselves.

And your pants.

So every time I ever get shot a

big time...

You sh*t yourself, Gunther.

[gavel hits the case]

That douche bag is right.

Right now, I'm a f***ing loser,

Eddie quit the band,

Toss needs rehab.

-I don't need rehab.

Rehab need me.

Chas is Chas.

I'm so over the hill, when I

look back, it's a mountain,

but I do know this.

We play nice.

Even though we have no idea

how to play nice.

[soft music notes]

Eddie,

out of my six shots, rock

stardom,

this is the only time, one time,

I thought I had a legit chance.

That's because you write the

music.

I mean it.

Well,

I'd rather go to jail than go on

tour with you selfish pricks.

Fine. You wanna quit the band?

Quit the band, kiddo.

Bands come and go,

but this is more than a band.

And these pricks,

as selfish as they are, would

never quit on you.

So who's in?

Amigo!

Ow...

All we need,

is somebody to write us couple

of really great song.

[whisper]

Come one.

Come on!

It's definitely dysfunctional.

But it's family.

[laugh together]

I love you guy!!

-Yeah!

Come one!

[kisses]

Stay away from the pretty one, I

think it's contagious.

[cracks the case]

David Bowie!!

[cheering]

Yeah!

Oh my god. No!

[peeing]

Hello boys.

Jenny?

What are you doing here?

-Here to help.

[cries]

I had my whole life ahead of me.

Look who strolled into

the office a hour ago.

[rock music starts]

[footsteps]

Reports of my death have been

greatly exaggerated.

I can't live without you.

I can't pay rent.

You thought that guy was me?

[scoffs]

I'm way better looking

than that.

Wait, are you Reuben Adler?

In the flesh.

Then who the f*** is that?

Why god? Why Geoffrey?

I better be in that will, you

motherf***er.

No call, no email, no text.

Man, boss, we've been worried

sick about you.

I'm sure.

Is that why you tried to

exercise power of attorney?

Yeah, I was trying to protect

your interest.

Yeah. We're gonna need a

statement from Chuck.

We're gonna need a statement

from you as well, Mr. Adler.

We were carjacked.

It was awesome.

Made us realized how short life

could be. So...

I chartered a plane to Vegas.

Guys, meet the fifth Mrs. Reuben

Adler!

Come here, baby.

Wow.

[chatter]

While I'm alive,

why is my favorite band still in

handcuffs?

There still is a matter of the

dead body we found in the pool.

The only offense

they're guilty is,

throwing the

greatest party ever.

[crowd cheering]

Dd da da. Take them off.

Reuben,

the company could face a major

lawsuit.

Ah...

Maybe we should consider

cutting our losses here?

Are you shitting me?

You can't buy press like this.

We'll go platinum in a week.

Days!

-Hey hey hey hey.

Are you sure they are not more

trouble then they're worth?

Spencer,

you have a horrible f***ing

taste.

[together laugh]

Is that my Hermes briefcase?

[electric guitar solo]

Why is their contract covered

in...

piss?

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