To Hell with a Bullet
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- 2013
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Hey, Whiskey, man!
Did a great show.
Yeah, I know, pops.
This is for your kids.
F***in' ass-hole.
Well. Still got hair.
Yeah, someone's in here.
Hold on!
Ah, f***!
Yeah man, chill!
Someone's in here.
F***!
Dude, I'm coming!
Jesus.
What's your problem, dude?
Na...
The issue is, what's
your problem, dude?
Yeah, I thought so.
I gotta take a sh*t...
Unless you want it dumped on your face,
you might wanna get out the way.
I told you it would work.
So, where's my f***ing
record contract, bro?
That wasn't the deal.
Bro!
Let's go!
- Hold on, Whiskey!
- I wanna go back in...
Let's get outta here!
Should you read the fine print, kid!
F*** you!
F*** you!
Yeah. Y'think?
He'll be alright.
I'm his doctor.
something for that... attitude!
Oh, I will.
So what, are you his voice doctor?
Yeah.
You ever need anything...
give me a call.
Doctor Nick Devyril, M.D.
Hey, Doc?!
Too much...
F***!
Ahhhh!
Keep shakin' that ass, Dallas.
Hey, babe!
I didn't hear you
come in last night.
Dallas?!
Yeah! What's up?
What you doing up so early?
Thought I'd go in early to
the club and work the day shift!
There's a day shift at your club?
No, douche-bag,
I got a doctor's appointment!
You alright?
Dallas?
What?
What's the matter?
Dallas?
The f***ing tramp stamp, Billy.
I've gotta go get lasered, okay?
Yeah, alright!
F***!
That's all you gotta say, y'know.
Laser tattoo removal.
I forgot.
Kind a liked that tattoo!
Yeah, well it's kind a too late
after six sessions. Don't you think?
Why'd you always gotta b*tch me out
about everything lately, huh?
Dude, seriously? Again?
You're going to ask me that?
I thought we went over
this already, Billy?!
Baby, would you just chill out?!
Please. For once.
Chill out?
You know when you tell
a girl to chill out?
That's when we really
go f***ing crazy, okay?
So don't tell me to chill out.
Alright, K. Let's...
Dude, you don't seem to understand.
I'm done chilling out.
Bullshit's over!
The gravy train is grinding to
a screeching f***ing halt, dude!
Remember, I'm the one paying
Helping you achieve your dreams.
While I go out and
waggle my chassie...
An' you sit at home
playing Nintendo!
Okay?
Yeah. Okay.
I work like a f***ing dog, Billy.
Every single night.
I'm here to pay you back...
Alright?
Would you just... stop?!
I'm sick to hearing it, Billy!
How you gonna pay me back, huh?
It's like all you do...
Is rehearse with your buddies,
suck each others f***ing dick's...
you all used to be.
How are you going to
pay me back, dude?!
Huh?
Why don't you just go borrow
the money off your rock star brother?
Yeah, Dal, you know that ain't
gonna happen. So, I'm sorry...
You're sorry?
Hello, motherf***er!
I found this in yourjacket last night.
And you said you were
done with this sh*t?!
And you're sorry?
Yeah!
Right!
F***.
Hey, Rock!
Rocco? Rocco?!
Would you shut the f*** up
for a second. Dude, please!
Alright, alright, take it easy bro.
Don't get your panties in a bunch!
I'm trying to be serious here.
We need to talk about this
predicament, man.
I mean, we're pretty much spinning
We need to make a decision.
The point is, he's lost it, man!
S'up, man? I thought you guys
were gonna meet me last night?
Ah, it's a little beat last night, bro.
I was hanging out with Dee Dee.
Remember the dancer?
Oh, yeah, the tranny!
No, no, no.
She's a total woman, bro.
Right.
How was the show, anyhow?
What, Thieves Holiday?
It was good, I mean.
They got a new song.
So Whiskey of course gave me a CD.
Yeah, he used to have
some pipes on him.
Used to? No, man,
he's better than ever right now.
Wish we could say
the same about you.
What was that?!
Billy, look...
We need to talk, dude.
Yeah?
About what?
Well, first, the new demo...
F***, I know, I know.
Look, I don't have my share man.
I need more time guys, I got...
I need to make some money...
Um... you know Dallas
she's been a f***in' b*tch lately...
Look, look, look Billy...
We're not going to
do the demo, dude?
Dude, I, can...
We've discussed this.
We're all pretty much
on the same page here...
I mean, we're all
in agreement here.
This situation just
ain't working out, man.
What are you trying to say?
I mean it's just not working out.
I mean, it seems like you're not into it.
Not into it?
What?
Wait...
Are you...
You're firing me?
Wait is, is that
what this is about?
You're firing me from
my own f***ing band?
Pretty much, if you
wanna say it like that?
Wow!
Wow!
Seriously, dude...?
Yeah. /
All this time and effort.
What about the money we've...?
You firing me.
You know I turned down singing in my
brother's band to be here with you guys.
Hey, Rocco, c'mon, man?!
You think for a New York second...
Your brother Johnny...
Would let you sing in his band?
Dude, please.
You don't know what
my brother will do! Okay?
Your brother didn't get to
where he is today...
Playing with jerk-offs like you.
Okay?
F*** you, alright!
F*** you, Kenny!
Dude...
It's not personal.
It's business.
Business, really?
Just f***ing business.
Dude, I put ten years
of my life in this thing.
In the trenches of this
f***ed up, soulless business.
Seriously?
It's your voice, man.
You can't sing anymore.
It's painful to listen
to you, man...
Would you stop f***ing saying that?!
Alright, look,
I'm just going through, like...
Like a rough patch, or
somethin' right now. Alright?
Well this "rough patch"...
Doesn't seem like
it's going to end...
Anytime this century, okay?
You know. What about
no loyalty, man?
It is what it is, dude.
Get over it!
What about our gig next week?
Huh?
What are we going to do
about that?
Un-f***ing-believable!
Now what?
We need to talk.
F*** sake, Dallas.
Can we talk about this later?
I've had a really shitty day, okay?
I don't give a rat's ass
what kind a day you've had.
What about my day, huh?!
Oh, okay!
How was your day, sweetie pie?
F*** you, dude!
I don't deserve that. I'm the one
paying rent around here.
Not to mention your drug habit!
Come on. Please, babe, not now!
You're a user, Billy!
F***!
And you want me dry for far too long.
And I've got nothing left to give you!
- Nothing!
- F***!
Get out!!
You broke my f***ing nose!
Get out!
B*tch!
Thanks for bustin'
my nose, Dallas!
Great. She busts my nose and
I get the silent treatment?!
You asked for that, Dallas.
Dal.
Stop f***ing around! C'mon.
Hey...
Hey...
What the f***?
Oh, f***! What the f*** is this?
Oh, my God! Hey!
No, baby.
Oh, sh*t!
Say something. Dallas!
No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, my God.
I'm so f***ed!
Hey...
Can I speak with
Billy Quantreaux, please?!
Who? Who is this?
Chuck Leeson.
Who?
Chuck Leeson.
Etternity Records.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Hey.
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