Get to it.
Black eyes open wide it's time to testify
there is no room for lies and everyone's waiting for you
then I'm gone sitting by the phone
and I'm all alone by the wayside
And I'm gone sitting by the phone
and I'm all alone by the wayside
Woman: Jackson!
Ally: Roger.
You're a wonderful man, yes, and you're a great lawyer.
We're just not meant to be together.
No, I don't wanna marry you! Are you crazy?
The hell's the matter with you?
Roger, we're done.
Oh, my god.
Fuck! God!
Fucking men!
Did he cry?
Yeah, he cried. He laughed. He yelled at me.
- You know, whatever. - You broke his heart, mama.
You know, I did the right thing. It just wasn't right...
Bryan: Ally, garbage!
Oh, hey, Bryan. Can you get somebody else to do it for me?
You have to let her shine!
Bryan: It's your fucking turn!
- Ally: Oh, my god! - Who the fuck is he talking to?
Okay, I'll see you upstairs.
Ramon: Come on, Bryan! She's performing tonight!
Here we go. Taking out the trash. Wipe your mouth.
I'll let you go early, but you gotta finish your job.
Ally: Well, you gotta keep your mouth clean. Okay?
When all the world is a hopeless jumble
and the raindrops tumble all around
heaven opens a magic Lane
when all the clouds darken up the skyway
there's a rainbow highway to be found
Jack: Where the fuck are we?
Phil: We are, uh, east of the city.
Jack: Is there any more?
No. No, sorry, Jack.
And it's about an hour-forty with traffic till we get there.
Walit, really? Yeah.
Jack: I think we can find something around here.
Phil: No, I'll find something. I'll find something.
Jack: How's your kid?
How old is he now?
- He is 17. - Fuck me.
And, uh, he got a scholarship to play baseball in college already, man.
Jack: Wow, that's great.
Phil: I'm proud of him.
My little guy is not so little anymore.
Jack: I don't wanna go home.
Wish I could find you a spot.
Sorry, Jack, I don't know this area.
Jack: Why don't you make a right here?
Phil: You sure? Jack: Yeah.
Phil: All right.
Here we go. That looks like a fucking bar.
- Here? - What's that say, "bleu bleu"?
Here, let me just try this.
Ramon: Oh, shit!
Wait, wait.
My man, my man, I...
- Aren't you that... aren't you, like... - This is a bar, right?
Yeah, but I don't know if this is your kind of place.
Jack: They got alcohol?
Ramon: Well, yeah, but... Jack: Oh, it's my kind of place.
Oh, shit! This is crazy!
How are you doin', papo?
How am I doin'? I'm doin' all right if I can get a fucking drink.
- You good? - Yeah.
Ramon: Oh, my gosh!
Jack: Oh, yeah. There's the bar.
This is my homegirl, Giselle de la isma.
- Hey, how you doin'? Hey. - Oh, yeah. That's Jack. That's Jack.
Oh, yeah, yeah, at last
Ramon: Excuse me, papo!
Can we get this man anything he wants, please?
Can I get a gin on the rocks with a twist, please?
The skies above are blue
papo, wow.
Oh, my gosh. I'm freaking out right now.
Hey, is this a drag bar?
Yeah, papo. Yeah, yeah.
But look, we do this every Friday night.
Yo, it's crazy. It's so lit, though.
I thought maybe I was in some sort of hallucinogenic state.
- My honor, or something... - No, no, no. All are welcome.
A dress or something. “All are welcome.
You gonna have something? Here, let me get you a drink.
Okay. Yeah. Wow.
Emcee: You better get out there and kill 'em tonight.
All you ladies kill it tonight, okay?
Performer 1: I'm ready. Performer 2: I always do!
Ladies, make sure you turned in your music already.
Don't make me have to come get you tonight.
This is a professional show.
Jack: Right.
Oh yes! You stayed!
That's good. That's good, I like it.
- Everything good? You good? - Yeah, I was just talking to Nicki.
- You know Nicki? - Hello, Nicki. How you doin', baby?
She's telling me her life story. Fascinating.
- My homegirl's about to perform. - And y'all know her very well
because she used to work here as a server.
But tonight, the only thing she's serving
are some fabulous, French live vocals.
Is she really singing, though,
- or is it one of those karaoke things? - No, no, no. She's really singing, papo.
- I promise you, she's really singing. - Okay.
Watch this. Watch.
Would anybody like some French tips tonight?
Yes, baby! Yes, baby!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, papo, you crying? “A little bit.
You have to meet her.
What's that? You have to meet her!
Oh, no, I can't meet her. Yes! Come on.
Ally: Donte, you got a rag, honey? Thank you.
Emcee: Miss ally, mama, now you done sang in French tonight,
you gonna pick something else next week?
I don't know.
Emcee: Look at her, she's doing languages now.
- Do Morocco. - Ally: No!
- This is my friend, Jackson Maine. - Jack: Hey.
- This is Jackson Maine. - Hey.
- How are you? Hey. - Hey! Oh, my god!
Ramon: Right? This is my friend, ally.
Oh, my god! Hi. Jack: Hi. Hey.
I thought that might be you.
- What'd you say? - I thought that might be you.
That's me.
Emerald: Thank you! You wanna sit down?
Jack: Um... no! You've been on your feet all night.
No! You're our guest, you're our guest.
You sure you don't mind? “A little drink?
I'm here watching the show, watching you guys.
- Emerald: Word! - Yeah, yeah.
- Emerald: Will you sign my boob? - Sure.
- Yeah, I can do that. - Ramon: Oh, my god!
Emerald: Give me a sharpie!
It's byob around here.
- Yeah, is that right? - "Bring your own boobs."
Oh, god! Those aren't really her boobs?
Wow!
So why are you in here, hon?
- Sorry? - What brings you here?
Oh, I was playing right around here tonight. I'm a musician.
How'd your show go?
Uh... I think it went all right.
- Okay, here we go. All right. - Thank you!
- That's all right? - Ally: Oh, my.
“Which one should I do?
- Do 'em both! I don't care! - Select!
Jack: Why don't I just do it across... Emerald: Bitch, it's Jackson Maine!
Jack: I'll just... Ramon: Oh, my god!
Emcee: She will stop at nothing.
- You gotta blow on it! - Jack: I did it pretty big.
Oh, you got it. Okay.
Thank you so much! You all gotta go home,
but you know the phrase. You gotta get the hell up outta here!
'Cause tonight, I'm not losing my virginity or my liquor license
over you bitches, so pack up!
- That's right! - That's enough cocktails!
Emcee: Clear it out! Hello, goodbye, Roger.
Have fun!
Emcee: Bring the drinks on out!
Do you do that often?
- Do what? - The show.
Yeah, yeah. The girls are so nice to me here.
I mean, they would never normally let a girl sing at one of these shows,
but they've always loved my voice.
They used to beg me to sing.
It's an honor, really. I get to be one of the gay girls.
Is that your real eyebrow?
Um... no. No.
I make it out of tape.
- Oh, so it's like, stuck on? - Mmm-hmm.
Can I try to take it off?
Uh... yeah, sure.
Jack: It's incredible what they do.
Look at that.
Oh! Yep. There it is.
- I should put her down somewhere. - Okay.
There we go.
Why are you covering your eye?
Oh, just 'cause I don't have my eyebrow on anymore.
Oh, no, no. The whole point is I can see your face.
Yeah, there we go.
Why did you come back here?
Your friend brought me back here. But I'm glad he did.
Can I buy you a drink?
Oh.
I gotta change, and I've got paint in my hair.
- That's not your real hair? - My eyebrows are...
No, my hair is like your color.
- Oh, okay. - But, um, I paint it with this
- makeup. - I'd love to see what that looks like.
I'll wait for you.
Um... yeah, okay. Sure.
Yeah, if you wanna wait, I'll come have a drink with you.
Sure.
Bitch, can you get down off that stage and come help me close this bar, please?
Emerald: Don't talk to me like that in that bus-driver wig, girl.
Emcee: Oh, I know you did not.
What, you have a street appointment tonight, sister?
Emerald: Excuse me!
Mr. Maine, would you mind?
Jack: Uh... what do you want me to do?
Just come play a little song for me.
I don't know.
Emcee: Can you leave the man alone, please?
I showed you mine, you show me yours. Come on.
He already signed your tits, honey. Say no, sir.
Emerald: Show off for me a little bit.
I'll only do it because you already performed.
Emerald: You're so nice. Thank you.
Emcee: Lord, the man is here for ally. Not for you, sister.
- Oh, she's nice. Yeah. - Isn't it cute? Little arts and crafts.
- Yeah, and light. - Mmm-hmm_
- Did you do this yourself? - Yeah, all me.
Well, it's great.
Does this mic work?
Oh, yeah. Fuck, all right.
What do you want me to play?
I don't care, just look at me while you do it.
Emcee: Oh, lord! Somebody kill me now.
Let me see what I can... all right.
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
maybe it's time to let the old ways die
it takes a lot to change a man hell, it takes a lot to try
maybe it's time to let the old ways die
nobody knows what waits for the dead
some folks just believe in the things they've heard
and the things they've read
nobody knows what waits for the dead
I'm glad I can't go back to where I came from
I'm glad those days are gone gone for good
if I could take spirits from my past and bring 'em here
you know I would you know I would
You're ready?
Emerald: You know I would! Jack: Okay.
Jack: It's a cop bar. Ally: Cops?
Jack: Yeah, that's why they serve all night long.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Uh, sure.
Do you write songs or anything?
I don't sing my own songs.
Jack: Thank you.
Why?
I just don't feel comfortable.
Why wouldn't you feel comfortable?
Um...
Well, 'cause almost every single person that I've come in contact with
in the music industry has told me that my nose is too big
and that I won't make it.
- Your nose is too big? - Yeah.
Your nose is beautiful.
Are you showing me your nose right now?
Yeah. You don't have to show it to me.
I've been looking at it all night.
Oh, come on. No, you're not.
I'm gonna be thinking about your nose for a very long time.
- You're full of shit. - I'm not full of shit.
- Yeah, you are. - I'm telling you the truth.
- Yeah, you're full of shit. - Can I touch your nose?
Oh, my gosh!
Let me just touch it for a second.
You're very lucky.
- Oh, really? Yeah, not really. - Mmm-hmm.
My nose has not made me lucky.
I could've had maybe a hit song if it wasn't for my nose.
That's fucking bullshit.
Yeah. No, it's not bullshit because you go into these rooms
and there's all these fucking men in there
and they're just staring at you, listening to your record, going,
"oh, you sound great, but you don't look so great."
You know, I had a thing when I was little.
I was born with this thing in my ear, couldn't hear.
What do I wind up being? A singer, so you never know.
Look, talent comes everywhere. Everybody's talented.
Bet you fucking everybody in this bar is talented
in one thing or another, but having something to say
and the way to say it so people listen to it,
that's a whole other bag.
And unless you get out there and you try to do it, you'll never know.
That's just the truth.
If there's one reason we're supposed to be here,
it's to say something so people wanna hear it.
Don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
Yeah, I do.
I don't like it, but I understand it.
Oh, I think you like it a little bit.
I think I'm getting through a little bit. I can see it.
No, you can't.
It's a good thing we met.
- Yeanh. - For both of us.
- Trust me. - I don't know what is going on.
Honestly, what... “Who does?
I'm in a cop bar, with Jackson Maine. It's, like...
Jackson Maine!
I'm gonna wake up in a minute.
That's the thing about when you get famous,
people start saying your full name.
Well, what do you want... “Just "Jack."
Oh, speaking of...
Come on.
- What? - Did you put that on?
You put that on. When did you even go to the jukebox?
Oh, god!
I hear that song, and I just wanna turn it the fuck off.
- Tommy: Jack Maine! - I fucked that fucking song up so bad.
- No! What? Come on. - Oh, my god!
Hey, I know that we're not supposed to do this.
I know that we're not supposed to come and bother you.
- You come here every night. - That's all right.
You got your camera on you? 'Cause I don't have my camera.
Excuse me, one sec.
- My ex-girlfriend was fucking this guy. - Right. Okay.
Who looks like you, that's what she said.
Ally: Shut the hell up.
But I gotta take a picture of you because I gotta send it to her,
because I'm gonna show her that you look nothing fucking like that fucking guy.
Officer: Jack, I'm sorry. Jack: Maybe that'll help her out.
Will that help you out? Will that make you happy?
- Why don't we take the fucking picture? - You want someone to take the picture?
- Hey, no, no. It's okay. - Tommy: Excuse me.
- You want someone to take the picture? - Get the fuck off, you little whore.
What? What?
- Hey, come on. Stand up, yeah. Ally: What?
- I'm sorry! No, Jack! - I got you.
- It's all right. No, no, it's all right. - Oh, my god! Why did I...
I'm fine, honestly. I'm okay. This is so stupid.
No, you gotta get ahead of the swelling.
Just trying to find some...
This is so embarrassing.
Here we go. Yeah, put that on there.
Gotta wrap something up with it. Find it.
- You like cheetos? - No, like gauze.
- Some gauze or something. - Gauze?
Jack: Try to do that. With that hand.
And do that hand.
You play piano?
Yeah, we gotta take care of this, then.
Oh, okay. Thanks.
And that's it, yeah. No, but keep that on there, hold on.
Can you do that? Yeah. Did you get it?
It's already gotten warm, hasn't it?
- Should we have gotten two? - It's okay. No, it's okay.
Thanks.
I'm sorry. I had to.
That's all right.
- It's not really all right, though. - Have a good one.
Be careful, she'll hit you.
Jack: These rings are gonna get stuck if you don't take them off.
- Does that hurt? - Yeah.
- That's okay, though. - May 1?
Yeanh.
Safekeeping.
Put this on there. You're a sweetheart.
And we'll just wrap it up.
You'll be good to go.
How the hell do you deal with that all the time?
- What's that? - People just
talking to you like you're not a real person
- or taking your picture. - Is that too tight?
Uh, it's okay, thanks.
- Oh. I hurt you. - That's fine, it's okay. Ow...
There we go. Now, you're mobile.
Swing it around.
I look like a pirate.
Right? I told you it was worth coming here.
How do you do that?
- Do what? - Don't change the subject.
- Is that what I'm doing? - Nobody ever asks you about you, huh?
- Not sure. - Where are you from?
Arizona.
- Arizona boy. - Mmm-hmm.
Dad had a midlife crisis, I think.
So I've been told.
Made his way to Arizona, started working for this family on a pecan ranch.
- A pecan ranch? - Yeah.
Knocked up the family's daughter. She was just shy of 18.
Uh-oh.
That's when I came into the picture.
- Okay. The son of an 18-year-old. - Yeah.
Well, she died at childbirth.
- Then, my dad... - I'm sorry.
He, uh...
He died when I was 13,
so I guess my brother would tell you that he raised me,
but I don't know. I don't know who was raising who.
Just 127 acres of nuts, navajo, and nowhere to go.
Tell me something, boy
aren't you tired, trying to fill that void
or do you need more
ain't it hard, keeping it so hardcore
is that me?
That's you.
- Did you just write that now? - Yeah.
It's pretty good.
I'm falling
In all the good times I find myself
longing for change
I started writing this song the other day...
And maybe that could work, like as a chorus or something.
I have to think if I can remember it. Uh...
I'm off the deep end
watch as I dive in
I'll never meet the ground
crash through the surface
where they can't hurt us
we're far from the shallow now
holy shit.
What is this?
Was this supposed to help me?
Can I tell you a secret?
I think you might be a songwriter.
But don't worry, I won't tell anybody.
But I'm not very good at keeping secrets.
You're a real gentleman.
I think.
Ally: Thank you, sir. It's right here, on the right.
- Right there? - Jack: Which one?
Ally: This one. Jack: Oh, yeah.
What's all this?
Oh, it's my dad. It's a long story.
Jack: What's he, a sheikh?
No, he's a driver.
Hey, I got a gig. You wanna come?
- When? - Phil: We're headed to the airport now.
- Tonight. - Tonight? No, I can't.
I gotta go to work later. I gotta go to bed.
Who's gonna take care of your hand? I messed it up, and...
- Me. - No, no!
- I'll take care of my hand. - It's my fault I took you to that place.
- That's okay. - No, listen. Hey!
- You have my number. - Okay. All right.
Hey.
What?
I just wanted to take another look at you.
I don't know, maybe I fucked that up.
Phil: No.
- Ally: Hi, dad. - Pretty late, pretty late.
- Oh, is it late? - Yeah.
Look at you, you don't even know where you're walking.
- Come on. - Well, I wanna go to bed.
No, come in for two minutes. It's Wolfie's birthday, come on!
- Two minutes! - Okay.
- Wolfie! - Yeah, sweetheart?
- Lorenzo: Who was the guy in the car? - I don't know what you're talking about.
- Hey, ally. - How's it goin'?
- Happy birthday. - Hey, "happy birthday"?
- Yeah. - It's not my birthday.
What do you mean?
- Come on. - No, I was just saying, like...
What the hell happened in here? My god!
- This place is a mess! - Wolfie: Starting gate is shipazo gito
- and bad beat is wario peito. - What's going on?
You leave the butter out.
Who the hell's betting on horses
- at breakfast time in Japan? “Wolfie: It's not
- breakfast time in Japan. - Matty: They're loading!
- Joe, we're going. Come on! - Ally: You guys are crazy!
Wolfie: Have a sizable investment on this thing here.
What did I say about smoking in this house?
Lorenzo: Outside! Wolfie: Who are you?
- Lorenzo: Who am 1? It's my house. - I know it's your house.
But you smoke too.
- All right, forget it. - Ally: Okay, good.
Sweetheart, you're happy here, aren't you?
I'm happy, dad.
I'm just saying, she's got no space.
- Matty: What are you saying? - Wait a minute, sweetheart.
Little feet: I'm saying she's got no space.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I want my friends to look at you.
Take a good look.
With a voice like from heaven, but you know what?
It's not always the best singers that make it.
You know? I knew a couple of guys,
could sing Sinatra under the table.
But frank, he'd come on stage with the blue eyes,
the sharkskin suit, the patent leather shoes...
He becomes frank Sinatra.
And everybody else, all these other guys
that really got it, that really have it inside...
Just a bunch of nobodies.
Okay. Everybody, let's go.
Time for work.
Doctor: Unfortunately, if you keep blasting the hearing,
it's not gonna come back.
I think it's time we reconsider
- the inner monitors. - Mmm-hmm.
We talked about that with Bobby
- a couple of weeks ago. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
If we put the inner moles in, we can actually use those
to amplify the high frequencies.
- Yeah, okay, that sounds great. - Cut down the sound.
- Yeah, you're right. Yeah. - I'm gonna talk to Bobby
- and we're gonna get something set up. - Sold. I'm sold.
- All right, Jack. - Yeah, call Bobby.
Stubborn son of a gun.
Jack: All right, let's get ready. 1,234.
Killing me, baby, with the things you do
you put me in the ground
we'll try it again.
You gotta put 'em in, man.
I told you, I can't wear those things.
When I wear 'em, it's just in my head,
and I need to be here with everybody else.
The doctor said it's the only way to manage this thing, Jack.
You're not gonna get back what you lost.
It's the only way we can manage what you still got.
Oh, wow.
I think we're managing pretty good.
Bobby: What do you want me to do?
The door's wide open if you wanna go. You know what? Don't start that shit.
Show a little fucking pride in what you're doing, buddy.
I just wanna know if she's on her way or not, that's all.
Who's coming?
What the fuck?
- Who's here? - I have no idea.
He won't tell me.
- Phil: Hi, ally. - Hi.
- I'm Phil. We met last night. - Yeah, I remember.
Jack sent me to pick you up and take you to the gig.
Oh, my god. Um...
But I gotta work. I can't go.
He's really looking forward to this.
I appreciate that, but, uh...
I can't leave, so I'll be in my car right down the street.
Please tell him, "thank you, but no thank you."
Okay? Say it just like that.
- Wait a minute, ally. What're you doing? - The fuck is that shit?
- This is crazy. - What are you doing?
- This is great. - What the hell's going on?
Look, a guy like that invites you to a show...
- It could be a great opportunity. - Dad, don't start with me.
- Don't start! - Listen, listen!
Does he know you sing at all? Did he hear anything from you?
Dad, I gotta go to work.
This could be the opportunity of a lifetime.
I don't have the same disease
that you have, dad. You get around celebrities
and it's like they're gonna rub off on you.
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you know who I drove the other day?"
- Why are you talking about that? - Like magic, now you're famous.
- And you're not. It's not magic, dad. - Sweetheart.
He's a drunk! You know all about drunks.
Sweetheart, he's still there.
Yo, so you fucking hit a cop?
Yeah, he was being an asshole to Jack,
so I fucking popped him in the face.
Yo, that is so gangster.
So, then we ended up in a parking lot,
and he was putting peas around my hand to fix my hand.
And then he was singing, and I was singing.
I don't know what the hell's going on.
But now he's got his driver following me around.
Wait, he's been following you from your house all the way to work?
- Yes. It's crazy! - You're fucking late again.
I'm what?
I said you're late!
Are we doing this?
Ally: Hey, Bryan, I'm out.
- Find somebody else. - Bryan, I'll be back. I promise.
- Papo, I promise. - See ya. I won't.
- Did you see Bryan's face? - Oh, shit!
Hey, great! Let's do this.
Let's go.
Ramon: What are we doing?
Ally: You know, if I didn't know Jack,
I would call you a stalker.
Phil: Yeah, sorry about that.
Ramon: Yes, man!
Lay on that couch right now! I'm gonna take my shoes off.
- Oh, my god! - This is nice.
How this shit works...
- They just told you no. - Oh, okay. I'm so sorry.
Ramon: Oh, shit!
I could get used to this shit.
You need to date more rock stars, baby girl, you know what I'm saying?
We're not dating.
Hi, ally. I'm Gail.
Ally: Hi. Gail: Hi.
Oh, you guys can leave your bags. We'll grab 'em in a sec.
- Ready? - Oh. Okay, sure.
- Okay. Yeah. - Thanks.
Gail: Did you have a good trip?
Yeanh.
Passes.
- Ally: Oh, thank you. - Put 'em around your necks.
Earplugs. You'll need these, it's loud up there.
Yeah, I got 'em. We're coming in.
I'm gonna bring you guys to the side stage.
Ally: Whoa!
Gail: Guys, guys, guys. This way.
- Sorry, wrong way. It's all good. - I'm so sorry.
- This place is so big. I'm just... - Gail: Come on this way.
Oh, watch yourself.
You guys good?
Hey, boys.
He's so excited that you're here.
I told my dyin' daddy that I had to run away
looked him in the eye and said, "there ain't no other way"
so, woman, if I tell you that I love you, be okay
'cause I ain't lyin'
I don't lie
without an alibi
'Cause I ain't lyin'
I don't lie
without an alibi
Thank you very much.
That was great.
There's a friend of mine, who came a long way to be here,
and she wrote a great song, and I'd just like her to sing it.
I think it's pretty fucking good.
- How are you? You made it! - I'm good. Hil
- it's so good to see you. - How are you?
You were really good.
Everything all right? The trip was fine?
- Yeah, yeah. - Phil was all right?
- Didn't bother you at all? - Gail was so nice.
So, listen, we're gonna sing that song, all right?
I did an arrangement, it was kind of not so great,
- but maybe you could just stick with it. - No, I can't do that.
- I'm sorry. No, Jack, please. - Yeah, you're coming. Here we go.
It's not funny.
Jack, don't fuck around.
All you gotta do is trust me.
That's all you gotta do.
I'm gonna sing it either way, so...
You lost your mind. Okay.
- You have to go sing. - I'm not going out there, no.
Jack: Tell me something, girl
are you happy in this modern world
or do you need more
is there something else you're searching for
I'm falling
in all the good times I find myself longing
for change
and in the bad times, I fear myself
Tell me something, boy
aren't you tired, trying to fill that void
or do you need more
ain't it hard, keeping it so hardcore
I'm falling
in all the good times I find myself longing
for change
and in the bad times, I fear myself
I'm off the deep end watch as I dive in
I'll never meet the ground
crash through the surface where they can't hurt us
we're far from the shallow now
in the shallow shallow
we're far from the shallow now
I'm off the deep end watch as I dive in
I never meet the ground
crash through the surface where they can't hurt us
we're far from the shallow now
in the shallow shallow
we're far from the shallow now
- Oh, my god! There's so many people. - Pretty fucking good, man.
Pretty fucking good.
Ally: You see, the way the guitar just started and...
Jack: I thought maybe I'd set it in the wrong key,
and then the tempo was too fast.
Ally: No, it was so beautiful, and... Jack: I wasn't sure...
Ramon: Ally, you okay? Ally: Jack?
Jack?
You, you, move!
Woman: Isn't that the girl who sang?
- Man: Good concert, man! Good concert. - Thank you, yeah. Thank you.
- Jackson, I love you, man. - Thank you.
Hey, Jack. Killed it.
Really? Yeah.
Hil
oh, my god!
Where's my key? I don't fucking...
Ah, ha, ha, hal
oh, fuck!
I'll be right back, okay? Just give me one second.
Is this the bathroom? Where's the fucking...
Okay.
Hey.
Jack?
I don't know, wake him up.
- I can't wake him up. He's drunk. - Yes, you can!
Shake your titties in his face or some shit, and just fucking...
You know what I'm saying? Take two shots and...
Thank you so much for your help. You are so helpful.
Let me know how it goes, baby.
Come on, pal.
He's out.
You think maybe he drinks a bit much?
Sweetie, you have no idea.
Tell you one thing, though.
He's never brought a girl onstage before.
And it's been a long, long time since he played like that.
Well, that's good to know.
One time, my brother came home,
I was playing on this upright we used to always have in our den.
And I was in my own world.
No one was ever home, and then he comes home
to take care of my dad, who was sick.
And he's sittin' there, and he's looking at me.
I swear to god, he looked at me like I was special or something,
and it just kind of filled me up.
I should've never told you... I don't know.
Why?
- 'Cause it's embarrassing. I don't know. - It's so sweet.
'Cause you're nothing like my brother, let me just say.
- Yeah, I don't look like your brother? - He's a fucking old man, okay.
My dad had me when he was 63 years old.
Sixty-three years old?
And we have different mothers, so...
Wolfie: What's that number down here?
Matty: That is how many people looked at it.
Get the fuck out of here. How do they know how many people looked at it?
I think it's... They call it an "algorithm," or...
What's an algorithm?
- It's like a... - A beat.
"A beat"? Yeah. Yeah.
- Like in music, a beat? - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. I think, I don't know.
- Do you believe this? - No.
- Matty: Wow. - And you see this?
- Wolfie: Yeah. - That's how many people have watched.
Wolfie: Yeah, yeah we're just telling...
- They was telling him. - How the fuck do they do that?
Lorenzo: I've watched it 200 times myself.
- I'm 200 of those people. - Go, pops.
Oh, jeez! My god, you're so fast! Jack!
Jack: French toast is gonna come out.
First one to hit the bed.
Lorenzo: Beautiful! You wrote this with him?
Ally: He's so talented.
Can I watch it again? Just one more time.
Lorenzo: Yeah, it's good. One more time.
- I'll be up all night watching this. Ally: Or 500. Come on!
Christ!
Oh, my god.
How did you get in here?
Your dad let me in.
What?
Ally: I don't feel this way about everybody.
Well, good.
Then we're on the same page. You come and sing with me.
Where?
Well, first stop's Arizona.
Ally: I'm never getting on that thing with you
when you've been drinking.
I haven't even thought about drinking or anything else.
We'll see how long that lasts. Go wait downstairs.
Actually, when I was in my 20s and 30s, I was like a crooner.
As a matter of fact, a lot of people thought I was
better than Sinatra.
Frank? Frank Sinatra?
What are you writing down in here?
That's my songbook. I usually use a typewriter, but...
I had this idea on the bike,
and I didn't wanna forget it.
How do you hear it?
I'm alone in my house
aren't you excited to be home, and play for all your arizonian fans?
I don't really come back here.
You avoid your home?
I don't know.
It's like the hot air and the...
History, I don't know.
Bought the ranch, though, I grew up on, gave it to my brother.
We buried dad there, and so I just wanted to make sure
that nobody paved over his grave
- or any of that kind of shit. - Is it around here?
It's not far.
Why don't we just go there? It's nearby.
Ally: Jack?
Yeah, if he shows up.
These guys have been vamping out there for a fucking half an hour.
It's time to fucking get on.
Don't you get tired of being...
You sold dad's ranch!
They turned it into a fucking wind farm!
I bought that for you.
Where's his grave?
He washed away in a fucking storm.
His grave isn't there anymore.
Fuck, I told you, but you were fucking drunk.
You were fucking loaded
and already pissing yourself a swan song.
Fuck, you shed a tear for that piece of shit
you idolize for no goddamn fucking reason.
All dad ever did for you
was make you his fucking drinking buddy.
And you'd be right there with him if he was still alive,
and you fucking know it.
What did you think?
That I was gonna fucking take care of it
while I'm fucking cradling your ass all over the goddamn world?
Jack: Yeah.
That's a good excuse.
Raising a little brother
so you don't have to deal with the fact that you were no fucking good.
If I was no good, why'd you steal my fucking voice?
Huh?
'Cause you had nothing to fucking say.
You were too proud to sing any of the songs I ever wrote.
Well, I got something to say now, pal.
I'm done being your fucking errand boy.
I quit.
Jack: Yeah, my voice just got up on me a few months ago
and another shot of steroids is better safe than sorry.
Thank you for that, and yeah, we should be good.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeanh.
Well, let's play.
Oh!
Jack: Don't ask me 'bout tomorrow
or tell me 'bout my past
my heart is yours to borrow ain't nothing meant to last
[ain't lyin'
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
maybe it's time to let the old ways die
it takes a lot to change a man hell, it takes a lot to try
maybe it's time to let the old ways die
nobody knows what waits for the dead
some folks just believe in the things they've heard
and the things they've read
nobody knows what waits for the dead
I'm glad I can't go back to where I came from
I'm glad those days are gone gone for good
but if I could take spirits from my past and bring 'em here
you know I would
All right, I got an idea for the end.
- Man: Sorry... - That's okay.
It's gonna be a little different, we're gonna...
Ally: Cheers. Man: Cheers. Where's that joint?
We're just gonna be a little different for the end, okay?
We're gonna do the encore and the thing that I said.
Man: Okay. All right. Jack: All right?
- Come on, let's go back out and do it. Ally: What?
What are you doing?
Jack: Go, go, go.
All right, listen to me. Here's what we're gonna do.
You're gonna do the song that I said that I wanted you to do, remember?
The one that I love.
No. No, I'm not. Please! Come on.
No, you're gonna do the one that I love.
- It's gonna be great, come on. - Come on, Jack.
This is what I said I always...
- You promised me you were gonna do it. - I always say...
I love you.
Always remember us this way.
Everybody, we're gonna bring out ally to bring us home,
and she's gonna sing an original song.
Thank you.
That Arizona sky
burning in your eyes
you look at me, and, babe, I wanna catch on fire
it's buried in my soul
like California gold
you found the light in me that I couldn't find
so when I'm all choked up and I can't find the words
every time we say goodbye baby, it hurts
when the sun goes down and the band won't play
I'll always remember us this way
lovers in the night
poets tryin' to write
we don't know how fo rhyme but damn we try
but all I really know
you're where I wanna go
the part of me that's you will never die
so when I'm all choked up and I can't find the words
every time we say goodbye baby, it hurts
when the sun goes down
and the band won't play
I'll always remember us this way
oh, yeah
I don't wanna be just a memory baby, yeah
So when I'm all choked up and I can't find the words
every time we say goodbye baby, it hurts
when the sun goes down and the band won't play
I'll always remember us this way
way, yeah
when you look at me
and the whole world fades
I'll always remember us
this way
Crowd: Ally! Ally! Ally! Ally!
That was fucking beautiful.
Jack: No, you were fucking doing it. I was there, I fucking...
- I think our car's over there. - Ally, that was unbelievable.
- Thank you. - That was unbelievable
- what you did up there. - Thank you.
I don't know if you know anything about me, about where I've come from.
I'm rez gavron.
I know who you are.
What you have right now goes way beyond just this.
There's people who need to hear what you have to say musically.
This is not normal stuff.
It's really amazing what you're doing.
I think you have it all. I do.
And the question to you is, what do you want?
I'm in that position, to put you wherever you want to be.
I don't... I don't have...
I gotta talk to Jack.
He said he thought interscope records might really wanna sign me,
and he said that he has this wonderful studio
with a beautiful live room,
and these amazing producers he wants to bring in
to record my songs.
And he loves "look what I've found.”"
Remember the song we did in the diner?
- Remember, when we were driving? - Yeah.
Yeah?
I mean, it was so nice talking to him, and he really believes in me.
- Man: You all right, Jack? - He's okay. He's fine.
He does this all the time.
Hey, Jack.
Thanks.
What's going on?
Hmm?
What're you doing?
You jealous fuck.
I'm so happy for you.
Oh, you are?
Oh! Jackson!
Oh, my god!
Jack. Stop!
Why're you so jealous, boy? Hmm?
What're you doing?
What's wrong? You upset?
You want me to make you less...
I know, do you wanna play? Okay, let's play.
What the hell is this?
- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. - No, you're fine. You're all fine.
- You sound great, okay? - You were great.
We'll do it again. I'm gonna cue you in.
- One, two... - I'm alone in my house
Ben: One second, one second. Listen to my cue.
We'll come right in, okay?
Ally: So, should... well, uh...
I'm sorry, but will I sing in the beginning?
Ben: So you're gonna hear the second line,
and then I'm gonna start recording.
I think I got an idea that might help out, all right?
Yeah, please. Be my guest.
Ben: That was really good up to that point.
Jack: I'm just gonna go in there for a second, all right?
Ben: All right, Jack.
I've never sang with a track before.
I think it's because you need your piano.
I think if you're playing it and singing it...
Yeah, I always play it on the piano. And that's, I'll be fine.
I'm just gonna have them fly one in, and we'll try it there
- and see where it goes. - You think that's okay?
- Okay. Thank you. - I got you. You're doing great.
- You okay? - No, I'm so nervous.
- You look so beautiful. - Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm alone in my house
I'm out on the town
I'm at the bottom of the bottle I've been knocking 'em down
I can't get back up on my feet
see the lights on the street like stars
but look what I found
oh, so you guys have already met the new girl, have you?
- Rez! What's the plan? - What's up?
Yo, thanks for doing this, man. I appreciate it.
This is pop music, kids. We have a battle to do, okay?
You are the troops, so if I call you troops,
just know that we're going into battle.
What is my lyrics, ally?
Just don't keep me waiting
yes! Again, give me that.
When I can't inspire myself
breathe! Yes!
I need you to provide for me
this is just fine-tuning and creating an image.
I know, I just don't wanna lose the part of me that's talented.
- You know? - I'm not gonna let you lose that piece.
I'm not gonna let you lose that piece.
Okay.
What are we gonna do with you?
What are we gonna do with... Oh, he's beautiful!
"You can't send me back. I'm too cute."
- Hey, he's got your eyelashes. - Mmm-hmm.
He does. He's got your eyelashes. Hey, bud!
This has never been done before, just so you know.
It actually has been done before.
Would you please...
Please. Do it for me.
You comin' with me to Memphis?
- What are you talkin' about? - I gotta go do this, um...
You know, it's one of those paid things.
Soul-crushing work, really,
but it's just kind of never what I thought I'd wind up doing.
Maybe. I don't know, but...
I've made peace with it, though.
Anyway, if you wanna come, I thought
we'd have a laugh, at the very least.
Rez wants to keep me here because, you know, they rushed out the single,
and they were so excited that they want me to finish the album.
- So I'm working on that. - Listen to what you're saying.
Listen to what you just said.
- People wanna hear what you have to say. - I know.
- That's the stuff right there. - I can't...
Hey, hey. Take it in.
Thank you, by the way.
Thank you for what?
Giving me a home.
This place never felt like one before.
Oh, fuck.
Band member: Jack, you okay?
Jack?
Treat me like your patient
just don't keep me waiting
or I'll just be wasted in a crowd of the lonely
I need you to inspire me
when I can't inspire myself
I need you to provide for me
is there a reason why you're not up there?
Lay me down lay me down now
lay me down touch my spirit, oh
lay me down lay me down now
lay me down
heal me
god knows nothing else is gonna gonna heal me
oh, before it's too late won't you steal me
steal me all the way from myself won't you heal me
oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Oh, my... oh, my... hey!
- Pretty incredible. - Did Jack show up?
I haven't heard from him.
What do you mean, you haven't heard from him?
- I haven't heard from him all night. - I haven't been able to find him.
I called him three times.
Listen, what happened with the dancers there?
Well, I just thought that I should do it alone
'cause it's so overwhelming.
Okay, but you can't go rogue on me.
You have to understand that this is what I do
and you have to trust me, okay?
So, if I give you a couple of dancers,
don't not use them and then miss a couple of steps, okay?
We also have to change your hair.
We have to change the color of your hair.
What's wrong with my hair?
- I'm thinking platinum, or... - I don't wanna be fucking blond.
I am who I am, and I'm worried about Jack.
I will find Jack, okay?
I will find him.
Jack.
I feel like we've done this before.
Didn't think we'd do it so soon, man. Come on, bro. Get up.
All right. There we go.
Jack: In my mind, I'd made it to the door.
George: [ Almost didn't wake you. You looked so comfortable.
How you doin'?
You know, I've seen better days, I guess.
I apologize for
- disrespecting your property... - No apologies necessary.
Or whatever I did.
It's fine. You want some coffee?
Be great, why don't you put some on, and we'll come in in a minute?
Paulette: Okay.
Jack: That's him, right? That's your boy.
Jack, he's as old now
as you were when I met you.
Saw you on YouTube.
- That video with the girl. - Yeah.
It made me happy, man. You looked like you.
You were just doing it, bro.
Jack: She writes too.
- She wrote that tune? - Yeah.
Bunch of others too.
Got hooked up with some manager guy, he wants to...
Yeanh.
- She's good, bro. - I know.
Maybe she's a way out.
Ain't nothing to be afraid of, bro.
You know, it's like...
I don't know... you float out,
float out at sea, and then one day, you find a port.
Say, "I'm gonna stay here for a few days."
A few days becomes a few years.
And then you forgot where you were goin' in the first place.
And then you realize, you don't really give a shit about where you was going
'cause you like where you're at.
That's how it is for me.
I like where I'm at.
I didn't even realize I liked it so much
till I saw your ass sleeping in the grass this morning.
Yeah, come on, man. You can rest in my daughter's room, bro.
I thought of a million things to say to you on the plane
that I can't remember.
Jack...
Glad you're here.
You did make it to Memphis after all.
Fuck.
Ally: I won't do this again.
I won't come and find you.
Next time, you can clean up your own mess.
You understand me?
How was the show?
It was fucking awesome.
I cut the dancers.
Dancers?
Yeanh.
Oh.
Good.
Fucking dancers.
All you do is you just sing.
You made me so upset.
I'm sorry.
- I saw that video on YouTube. - Oh!
It was great.
Thank you so much.
Excuse me one second.
- What's going on? - Do you have a plier?
Paulette: Jack's okay?
I wanna cut the guitar strings, not too crazy.
I know there used to be pliers or something like that.
Uh... yeah, yeah.
Ally: I don't know where my mom is.
- Yeah. I understand that. - Leo: I think you're pretty.
Me?
You think I'm pretty?
Thank you. I think you're pretty.
George: It was real great, and then Jack tells me you wrote the song.
Ally: Yeah, he got me to start singing my own songs again.
George: He has a way of doing that.
Ally: Yeah, he does.
Does anyone want some more Mac and cheese?
Yeah? Here, sweetheart, you want some?
Oh, there he goes. What's up, man?
I understand what you said.
What the hell are you...
Are you kidding?
- Is that stupid? - No. It's not stupid.
Jack: It wasn't a stupid thing I just did?
Is that what you were doing when you left the table?
I don't know. He told me he was looking for some pliers.
I didn't know what he was going to do.
I didn't think he was gonna "do it" do it.
Oh, she has another ring!
Well, that's just temporary.
No, no, no. Jack, wait a minute.
Let's anoint this. Let's do it today.
- Yo, for real. - Paulette: It's a good ideal
George: No, you get the dress.
I'll call my cousin right now.
It's Saturday. Nobody's gonna be in there.
- Let's go. - You really wanna do that?
That place has a magical quality to it.
It what? It has a magical quality?
- It does. - What do you mean?
- I mean that church is special. - Paulette: We can go.
- I'll take you to get a dress. - There you go, right there.
Paulette: It'd be great!
Okay, you're coming with us for sure because you're...
I can't believe this. What am I doing? Okay, sure.
- My brother. Good to see you. - Hey, hey!
- Good to see you. Jack! - Good to see you, my man.
Thank you so much.
Welcome to the lord's house.
With the power... I think that's how it goes, something like that.
Do you take him... Do you take him?
I do.
Congrats, man.
- I listened to what you said. - I'm glad you did.
Pastor: I can't believe he did it.
I can't believe it.
Now, one thing at a time, okay?
What?
Oh! I didn't understand.
- Jack: Lot of people downstairs? - Yeah.
She better come out soon, before they leave.
Want me to check on her?
Well, I think we're gonna have to go pretty soon, so...
All right.
Ally.
I'm coming in.
What're you doin' in the tub?
This is so weird.
I don't know who the hell I think I am.
One song is fine,
but to put out a whole record,
I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.
I don't know about all of that, but you definitely look like a star.
Really? Yeah.
What do you think of her hair and the look and the...
Rez: Well, I discussed it with her. Yeah.
- No, I think it looks great. - Was that your choice, or...
No, it was actually hers.
No drink? What's that?
No drink?
No socks?
Touché. Touché, mate.
Yeah, I could never get used to that, the idea of not wearing socks.
- Your feet get all... - No, actually I'm wearing socks.
- That work with these shoes. - Oh, you are. You're just hiding them.
Yeah, I'm just hiding them. That's right.
Okay, now is this thing... Yeah, there it is.
Ooh, that's a good light. Here, hold this for me, baby.
Hey, ally, girl!
Wait, hold on. Come here, sooki, Donte. Come here.
I put my Jackson titties on!
All: Hi!
Baby, listen, we just wanted to say congratulations.
- Congratulations! - We love you!
I love you too.
Emcee: All right, girl, please come back soon.
We done put etta in your station, girl.
Rez: The queen is here! Ally: Stop!
- Wow! - What do you think?
Well, it's beautiful.
You. Snl. Alec Baldwin hosting.
- Did you get it? Did you get it? - Season finale.
- No fucking way. - Rez: No, you got it.
- No way! Oh, my god! - No, you got it.
Oh, my gosh!
- That's incredible! Thank you. - Congratulations.
- Bitch!
- Oh, my gosh! - We have to get downstairs.
- Everyone's waiting for you. Come. - Okay.
Jack: You know what, can I just talk to her for one second outside?
Just one sec, sorry. Just be a second, yeah.
It doesn't do you any justice, I'll tell you that.
You always said you liked my nose.
- I love your nose. - It's real big up there.
I wish it was bigger up there.
The whole thing should just be your fucking nose.
Fuck all those people who ever said anything.
Just put a billboard of your fucking nose up there.
Just the nose? That's so ridiculous.
Listen, if I just don't say this, I'll never forgive myself.
What?
If you don't dig deep into your fucking soul,
you won't have legs.
I'm just telling you that.
You don't tell the truth out there, you're fucked.
All you got is you, and what you wanna say to people,
and they are listening right now,
and they're not gonna be listening forever.
Trust me.
So, you gotta grab it.
And you don't apologize, you don't worry about why they're listening
or how long they're gonna be listening for,
you just tell 'em what you wanna say.
'Cause how you say it is the stuff of angels.
Richy: Pop! Six to the right, and hot!
Ball, change. Down.
Hot! Ball, change.
Attitude.
- The last part. - I know.
Woman: Thirty seconds.
Red Mark.
Alec in 20.
Man: Fifteen.
Director: All right, stand by, guys. Here we go, ready? Song one.
Man: Stand by, Alec. Director: Stand by, Alec.
Man: In ten, nine... Woman: Alec in 10.
- Eight, seven, six... - Director: Ready 4...
“Woman: Alec in five seconds.
Man: Four, three, two, one... Director: And go 4. Dissolve 4...
- And cue Alec! - Ladies and gentlemen,
- ally. - Director: Dissolve 1.
Why do you look so good in those jeans
why'd you come around me with an ass like that
you're making all my thoughts obscene
this is not, not like me
why you keep on texting me like that
got other things I need my mind on, yeah
other responsibilities
this is not, not like me
why did you do that do that do that do that
do that to me
why did you do that do that do that do that
do that to me
why did you do that do that do that do that
do that to me
why did you do that
The caterpillar becomes the butterfly.
What the hell are you doing here?
I'm in town for a gig.
Been working for Willie.
- I've been working for Willie. - No shit.
Yeah. Thought I'd stop by and check her out.
Yeah, well...
I've been praying on my knees
that you would always stay around that you would never leave
is it gettin' worse?
Nah, I've just been with my wife, and it's goin' real good.
Funny to run into you, 'cause, uh...
I was thinking about asking you to come back out with us.
I gotta say, it's easier without you.
Listen.
You run into any trouble,
call me.
Why did you do that, do that do that do that
do that to me
oh, why did you do that to me
why did you do that
thank you!
Both: I don't wanna feel another thing
photographer: That light's beautiful.
Oh, god, here we...
Yeah, that's it, ally. Yeah, that's it.
That's it, ally. That's it, I love that.
Oh, my gosh. It's so early. I've been here all night.
- It's early for me. It's late for you. - Hi, it's nice to see you.
- How you doin'? - I'm good.
- He's amazing. Isn't he? - What do you think?
These fucking photos.
- Oh, they're so beautiful. - Look at that! Look at that!
That's incredible.
It doesn't even look like me.
You've just been nominated for three grammys.
Including best new artist.
They just announced it now.
Everybody, grammy-nominated artist.
Have you been drinking? Are you fucked up right now?
I'm out a couple.
It's the morning.
Yup.
Hey, buddy.
You're nominated for three grammys, and it's fucking great.
Thank you. How did you find that out?
Bobby told me.
He called. He said that, uh,
they wanna do some Roy orbison tribute. They want me to sing and shit.
- Great. - Some like supergroup thing.
But the point is, you got nominated, and it's great.
I'm just trying to figure it out, that's all.
- What are you trying to figure out? - "Why do you come around me
"with an ass like that?"
What, you're saying my lyrics? "Why do you walk around in jeans?"
"Why do you wanna come around with an ass like that?"
Yeah, that's my song. What about my song?
I fucking listened to it over and over in the fucking...
You're not making any sense.
Yeah, just keep drinking.
- That'll give you the answer. - Maybe I just fucking failed you.
- That just kills me. I'm sorry. - You what?
You failed me?
Yeah, you're embarrassing, and it's just...
- I'm embarrassing? - I feel bad for you.
- Yeah, I just... you know... - I'm not fucking embarrassing!
- I just have to tell you. - You're embarrassing!
And you know what you're doing is
you're so embarrassed of your fucking self
that you gotta put me down.
You're worried that you're ugly, and you're not.
I'm trying to tell you that.
So you need to get all this fucking approval
by all these other people.
- Why can't I just be enough for you? - I don't need approval.
You know what I'd like is for my boyfriend to love me.
- Actually, for my husband to love me. - Yeah, who's your fucking boyfriend?
- You have a boyfriend? - Yeah, I've got a boyfriend.
- That hurts. - Yeah, I have a boyfriend.
- Calling me your fucking boyfriend? - You're my boyfriend.
You're my boyfriend if you don't treat me like your wife.
I don't even know what that fucking means.
It means clean your shit up. You're fucking messy.
- That's what it means. - Well, that's not true.
- Oh, itisn't? - Mmm-mmm.
Let's go. You wanna be my drinking buddy?
Wanna practice?
I don't think you could handle it. You don't? Let me see.
And you know why? 'Cause you're too worried about
- what everybody else is thinking. - Here we go.
Here we go, Jack. You want me to be your dad?
- Be your drinking buddy? - Yeah.
Yeah, you couldn't be my dad if you fucking tried.
He had more talent in his fucking finger
than you have in your whole fucking body.
So don't even fucking go there about that, all right?
That's over the fucking line.
Why don't you have another drink
and we can just get fucking drunk until we fucking disappear, okay?
Hey! Do you got those pills in your pocket?
You're just fucking ugly, that's all.
- I'm what? - You're just fucking ugly.
Get the fuck out.
Get out!
I said, get out!
Fine.
Good evening.
Richy: Down!
Seven and eight, and pump.
Two, three, four, five, six, seven...
Pull it!
Six... come on, feel it...
Hit! Down, up! High! Swing it!
Six... come on! Yes!
Ally: Tryin' to leave you
but you won't let me leave sayin' that about me
got me thinkin' I'll never succeed
richy: Hold the music!
- That was great. - What are you doin' here?
Something fell through, so I was able to come back a few days early.
I think I might have said some things...
Just how I acted.
You hurt me.
You really hurt me.
Sorry.
You haven't been drinking.
What'd you say?
I said you haven't been drinking. I can tell.
No, I haven't. No.
- I have to get back to rehearsal... - Oh, yeah.
Can I watch?
Yeah, okay.
Meet me at home.
Or I can wait and drive you home.
- Just meet me at home. - Okay.
What do you mean, they don't want me to sing?
They hired this fucking kid at the last minute.
They didn't tell me a fucking thing.
Look, we've been on that other side before.
More than once.
Yeanh.
Truth is, I didn't deliver.
Well, it's a good thing I know the, uh...
How to play the guitar. It's fine, I'll do it.
- You're gonna do it? - Sure.
Marlon: I couldn't help but see
pretty woman
hey, where's the wedges? Can't fucking hear with the...
Is the monitor here?
Are you lonely just like me
Pretty woman, walk a while
pretty woman, talk a while
pretty woman, give your smile to me
pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
but, yeah, like I said, it's a real honor.
Yeah. Oh, honor's mine.
Yeah, you're great. It'll be fun.
Yeah, hope so. Yeah.
Who coulda been a crooner?
Right?
You remember what Paul said.
Both: "Paul anka told me I had more natural talent..."
"Than Sinatra." - Than frank.
- That's it! Do not... - Direct quote!
Wolfie: Do you know what Paul anka actually said to him?
Lorenzo: No, what did he say? Wolfie: He said,
"would you please pull the car over and let me out over here on the curb?"
All right, but... oh, my god!
Sweetheart.
This is unreal.
The grammys.
Jack: Hey, look at everybody. How are you?
Lorenzo: Hey, there he is!
- Oh, thanks. - How are you?
Are you okay?
- What's that? - Are you okay?
Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm great. - Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm great.
They have me going in early, so I gotta go now and then, um...
But I made sure that they tell me where you're sitting,
so that I can go right after.
Okay. 'Cause I don't wanna miss the awards
- because it's right before it. - Okay.
- Looks great. - You just got that look on your face.
I do? Watch, it's gone.
Amazing. Gonna get to see you perform tonight,
get to see you sing.
Hey, Jack, that's an incredible collection of vinyl
you have in there.
Take whatever you want. It's yours.
Take whatever I want?
He just said, "take whatever you want."
He's talking to the wrong guys.
Pretty woman
walkin' down the street pretty woman
the kind I'd like to meet pretty woman
I thought he was supposed to be singing.
I don't believe you you're not the truth
no one could look as good as you
oh, god!
- Pretty woman - Won't you pardon me
pretty woman I couldn't help but see
pretty woman
that you look lovely as can be
are you lonely just like me
Oh, it's over? It's over?
- You good? - I'm fine.
And the nominees are...
Jack: Right here? Announcer: Roxy carlile.
Come on, baby. Sit down, sit down, sit down.
- Hi. You okay? - I was trying to go to the men's room,
- and they rushed me over here. - Okay, put your legs inside.
- I had to go to the bathroom. - Put your legs inside.
They're announcing your fucking category. Keep quiet.
- And the winner is... Jack: Yeah...
Oh, this is exciting.
How great.
Ally!
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!
This is amazing!
Jack: All right. What happened? Ally: Baby... we won!
- Is that why everybody's... - Yep, that's right!
Man: Yeah, ally!
Where are we going?
Just stay right here. Go sit back there.
I'll stay here.
Oh, my gosh, thank you! You look beautiful. Thank you!
Oh, wow!
Oh, my gosh!
I can't believe I'm holding one of these.
Thank you to rez gavron, my manager.
- Thank you for believing in me... - Jack: Wait, did you win?
And telling me to get back from behind the piano and onto the stage.
Did you just win?
Thank you to my... To Jack Maine, my husband.
- Should I come up there? - I love you so much.
I always wanted to be a singer on a big stage
and because of him, I am.
- We're having a lot of fun tonight. - Yeah.
- I... - Shit.
Look.
- If I haven't thanked you yet, just... - Did you see you're up there?
Yeah, I do.
I started out singing with this beautiful man,
and I'll sing with him for life. Right, baby?
Yeah.
I'm so blessed to be in the company
of such wonderful musicians.
This is a dream come true,
and all I can say is...
Believe in yourself, and don't give up
because there is a spot on that stage for you.
- Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. - Good night.
- I think I peed myself. - Baby, just turn around.
Ally: Oh!
- I think I... - Baby, baby, can you...
- I think that's a bad comedown. - Ally: Holy shit!
Just take him to the shower. Go to the left.
Follow me, wolf.
Ally, you just go inside, okay?
- It's on the left, dad. - Lorenzo: I got it.
- Go inside! - Rez: They got him, they got him.
- They got him! - It's my job!
Don't you fucking do this to my daughter.
Hey, hey!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Get off!
Damn it! Watch his fucking head.
Watch it, watch it!
Jack: Bobby'll take you there.
You have Bobby's number?
No, Jack, hon, you gotta sit up.
I don't want you to choke, baby. Sit up!
All right, I might've taken too much.
- Lorenzo: You all right in there? - I'm fine.
He's fine.
Carl: So, everybody has their journal,
and we remember the homework assignment,
the three things that I wanted you to write down.
- Jack, hey. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late.
You can't be late, Jack.
Understood, sorry.
Good. Where's your journal?
- It's in my room... - No, no, no.
Sit down.
So, it's all agreed. Nobody's ever late here, right?
Okay. Good.
Anything you wanna tell us?
Um...
I'm grateful to...
To be here, and, uh...
I'm trying to hold it together.
I'm Jack. I'm an alcoholic.
All: Jack.
Drug addict.
This is all my fault.
You don't have that kind of power, dad.
Eat your dinner. Eat your food.
I don't even know what meal it is.
Go on, have some fruit.
How many times did you carry my piano up the stairs?
How many times did you sit there while I wrote a song?
- Always. - Okay? It's okay. It's okay.
You didn't do anything. It's not your fault.
You're just the greatest person in the world.
Carl: How long have you been here now?
Jack: Two months.
Can it be fixed?
Well, you would know that, don't you? Once it's gone, it's gone.
I don't know what you have.
Oh, well, the tinnitus, they say, once you...
- Well, tinnitus can't be fixed. - Right.
Well, I just hear that tone, that's all. The tone, yeah.
The ringing.
- I have hearing aids on, as you... - No, I know. That's why I asked you.
You know, I'm convinced that
it happened when I was younger, I used to...
My dad had a victrola, an old record player.
My head was just about the size of it when I was a kid,
and I used to love to just put my whole head in there.
He was big into the blues, so...
'Cause you gotta figure, it's just me and him all day long.
My brother's out there tryin' to make something of himself.
So I took one of his belts. I put it around the ceiling fan
and tried to do the deed.
The whole fucking fan came out of the ceiling.
Had a big cut on my fucking forehead.
I was more mad about that than it not working.
And he didn't even notice.
He didn't even fucking notice.
- 'Cause he was drunk? - Yeah.
That fucking fan stayed on the floor for about half a year.
How old were you then?
I was just shy of 13.
Jack: Aww!
You smell good.
You smell good, and you look good too.
Swimming. I've been swimming.
- You've been swimming? - Yeah, there's a pool.
- I love that you're swimming. - Yeah.
- That's a great pool there. - Yeah.
How's Charlie?
Oh, Charlie's sweet.
He just sort of sits by the door like this.
Waiting for daddy.
We're both waiting for daddy.
What, three weeks?
You are gonna come back, right?
What do you mean?
You gonna come home when you're done?
- Do you not want me to? - No, I want you to.
I'm just wondering if... I just...
- Where else would I go? - I don't know.
I guess I just thought... You know, it's like,
- there's Jack... - Wait, wait, wait.
- Why would you say that? - I don't know. I guess...
I wondered, without the booze, if you would want to come home.
'Cause when you met me, you were drinking, and now you're not.
I wasn't drunk the whole time we were together.
I know, but...
But it got bad when we were together.
It's okay. I mean, it's fine.
I just was wondering, that's all,
and whatever you want is okay.
Whatever I want? I wanna be with you.
- That's why I'm here. - Okay, I know, I know.
I just want you to be happy.
I'm working on that.
I need to stick with you.
I brought something.
I wanna know
what this is.
"My love."
You hiding love songs?
No, I wouldn't...
I wouldn't say I was hiding it. I just...
I started puttin' it down to paper when we were at home.
I don't know, it sort of fell out of me, I guess, and onto this page.
And I put it in here, and I thought...
I thought maybe you'd find it when, uh...
When you came back to you, maybe.
Well, I found it.
Listen.
I'm, uh...
I'm sorry, uh...
It's okay.
L...
It's okay. It's not your fault.
I'm sorry I did that.
It's okay.
It's not your fault. It's a disease.
No, but I embarrassed you.
- I embarrassed you, and I... - I'm not embarrassed of you.
It was so wrong.
And then your dad...
My father loves you, it's okay.
I know, but I...
- It's okay. - I know, but I...
It's okay.
I have figured out what I think is the best solution for both of us.
Jack should come out on tour with me.
We'll start with our duets. I know he's gonna be able
- to play by himself. - You realize that's not an option.
He's so inside of his art in a way he has never been.
- He can hear himself again. - Ally, there is no way
that you can take Jack on tour with you. There is no way.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
You know what? If you can't make that happen,
then fucking cancel the tour. I don't know what to tell you.
I think if we had a better band name, we might've made it.
Or maybe it was 'cause we looked like a father-and-son duo.
Not many of those around.
I was not a good look for you, that's for sure.
Not my fault I couldn't find a better guitar player
in the whole goddamn state.
Where in the fuck is it?
Right here.
Thanks for the ride.
Sure thing, Jack.
Hey, you know, uh... when I, um...
When I said I would... You know, when I...
Took your voice, you know.
It's you I idolized. It wasn't dad.
What's that, guy?
Hey.
Jack: Hey.
I wanna know how you hear this.
It sounded unbelievable, what you were playing.
- Thank you. - Oh, it's nice to hear it.
Thank you, and I had the beautiful backdrop of you and Charlie.
I only heard it in my mind for so many weeks, so it's good to hear it...
The words are beautiful.
In the real thing. In the real thing.
- Wait, you want me to do that? - Mmm-hmm.
Oh, god, I don't know. I knew you were gonna ask me.
Rez: Back from the dead.
Hey, sorry. Were you waiting long?
No, no.
Uh... ally's not home.
No, I told her I'd meet her here, if that's okay.
Of course, yeah.
Here you go.
Hey, thanks for taking care of my girl when I was gone.
Anything for her.
She told me about that European leg.
That's a hell of an accomplishment this soon out of the gate.
Shit, I remember it was like 10 years
- before I even went across the pond. - It was summer, 2004.
Shit, was it?
We're not exactly friends here.
While you've been away, we've been back here in serious triage,
trying to clean up your fucking mess.
Barely finding our way through it.
You almost single-handedly derailed her whole career.
You understand that?
She's never gonna say this to you.
She loves you too much.
Just by staying married to you, she looks like a joke.
It's embarrassing.
Let's be honest, we both know it's only a matter of time
before that's pushed aside again for the real thing.
And when that happens,
I don't want her anywhere near you.
Hey.
I have some good news.
- Yeah? - Mmm-hmm.
I'm not gonna go to Europe.
We're gonna cancel the rest of the tour, and I'm just gonna be here all summer.
Isn't that great?
What happened?
Nothing happened.
The label just loves the record, and it's doing so well,
and they wanna keep with the momentum
and have me make another one.
Rez is super psyched, so it'll be great.
So tonight's gonna be my last show.
Going out with a bang at the forum.
Great.
Yeanh.
Why don't you come with me?
We can sing shallow together.
The fans will go crazy to see you.
Come on, cowboy.
Yeah, why not? Okay.
Yeah?
Okay, good.
I'll have a car come get you.
Once I get there.
I'm gonna meet you there.
I'll see you soon, okay?
Hey.
What?
I just wanted to take another look at you.
Bye, honey.
Bye.
Come here, Charlie.
Come here.
Ally: Thank you so much for bringing us all here together.
Please look over all of the dancers tonight and the band,
and my husband, Jackson.
We're so excited for him to be here with us.
We got a big night.
We're at the forum in la. Let's do this.
Ally: Why did you do that?
Is he here?
Rez: He's not here.
Ally: He's not here?
Rez: We have to do shallow regardless, okay?
The guitar's up there. Everything's gonna remain the same, okay?
Ally: What?
Rez: The guitar's up there. Everything's gonna remain the same.
Both verses.
I'm sure it was just a bit much for him, that's all.
Ally: Please send somebody to the house, please.
Rez: I'm doing it right now.
I have 15 seconds.
In the shallow shallow
in the shallow shallow
we're far from the shallow now
Give it up for my husband, Jackson.
I can stay, if you want.
Some kid started singing one of his songs
in a bar I was in the other night.
They're playing his songs everywhere.
At first I got angry.
I don't know why.
I guess I felt like,
how can any of these people feel like they knew him?
Who he really was.
But then something changed.
And it soothed me.
That it wasn't all for fucking nothing.
The last thing I did was lie to him.
Listen to me.
It isn't your fault.
It just isn't.
You know whose fault it was?
Jack.
That's it.
No one else.
Not you, not me.
No one but Jack.
I just keep
going over and over it, over it in my head.
Jack talked about how music is essentially 12 notes between any octave.
Twelve notes, and the octave repeats.
It's the same story,
told over and over.
Forever.
All any artist can offer the world
is how they see those 12 notes.
That's it.
He loved how you see them.
He just kept saying,
"I love how she sees them, Bobby."
Hello, I'm ally Maine.
Thank you for being here tonight to honor my husband.
He wrote a song for me.
I'd like to sing it for him tonight.
And with your help, maybe I can.
Thank you.
Really.
Thank you.
Wish I could
I could've said goodbye
I would've said what I wanted to
maybe even cried for you
if I knew
it would be the last time
I would've broke my heart in two
trying to save a part of you
don't wanna feel another touch
don't wanna start another fire
don't wanna know another kiss
no other name falling off my lips
don't wanna give my heart away
to another stranger
or let another day begin
won't even let the sunlight in
no, I'll never love
again
I'll never love again
When we first met
I never thought that I would fall
I never thought that I'd find myself
lying in your arms
and I wanna pretend that it's not true
oh, baby, that you're gone
'cause my world keeps turning and turning and turning
but I'm not moving on
don't wanna feel another touch
don't wanna start another fire
don't wanna know another kiss
no other name falling off my lips
don't wanna give my heart away
to another stranger
or let another day begin
won't even let the sunlight in
no, I'll never love
I don't wanna know this feeling
unless it's you and me
I don't wanna waste a moment
And I don't wanna give somebody else
the better part of me
I would rather wait for you
Don't wanna feel another touch
don't wanna start another fire
don't wanna know another kiss
baby, unless they are your lips
don't wanna give my heart away
to another stranger
don't let another day begin
won't let the sunlight in
oh, I'll never love again
never love again
oh, I'll
never
love again