The Blackout Page #8

Look, this is, is...

I don't want excuses.

I want that contract re-drawn,

and I want these guys

in front of

fifty thousand people

tomorrow night.

Yes!!!

[crowd cheering]

-But, but but Reuben...

But what?

Listen, okay?

Just think this one through.

Please!

[sighs]

Fine.

You're fired.

[heavy guitar notes]

Bullshit!

You don't know how to wake up

without me.

You know, that sounds a little

gay.

Have your office cleaned out

by the time I stroll in around

noon tomorrow.

Oh man. You gonna f***ing

regret this, old man.

That is a promise!

Officer, I'd like a restraining

order against this guy.

Hey hey hey...

-Jesus.

Mr. Adler, hi, um...

Can I hit him?

[heavy bass solo starts]

I don't know.

Can you?

[music ascends]

[heavy punch]

-Yeah!

Nice shot!

-Huh?!

Chuck he says this man in the

pool, is his um,

lover, Geoffrey.

We got into a fight.

He must have gone on one of his

bender and...

There there, Chucky.

I know how hard this must be for

you.

Why don't you do sit down.

Go ahead, go ahead...

Apparently, the deceased was in

and out of Betty Ford more than,

You maybe the luckiest

sons of b*tches alive.

But we are all going downtown

for questioning.

I'll let you out quicker than

Lindsay Lohan.

[crowd cheering]

Don't worry, boys.

Hey.

Thank you.

You, kinda save the day.

Thank Chas. actually.

What?

[gentle guitar music plays]

Rhythm guitar, Eddie.

You are only rhythm guitar.

We do have the worst timing.

[scoffs]

We both wanna lead.

And you know that I wouldn't

make uh...

that mistake twice, right?

I know.

I'm sorry.

Jenny, I'm sorry for all that.

[both sigh]

Me too.

So,

what now?

Go on tour. And um...

I'll be here when you're back.

One of those,

if it's meant to be, it's meant

to be type of deals, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

[sighs]

This is all so very...

Rock and Roll.

[sighs]

Ha.

[gentle music continues]

[door opens]

[music stops]

[heavy slaps]

Ow...

Hoo...

[heavy slaps]

Oh...

[kisses]

[music continues]

All right.

That's enough.

[music fades out]

Well,

now it's time for real party.

[applause]

[loud cheering]

[laugh together]

[rock music starts]

[rock music continues]

[music fades out]

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