GE 1997-8 Season 4 Episode 24: The Love Blister Show
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
MUSIC:	THEME IN.

PAUL:	Love Blister is one of the 
        young breed of Newfoundland 
        bands - brash, regressive, 
        innovative and self-assured.  
        The band is at the heart of a 
        homegrown musical genre known 
        as slag rock. 

        Last year, when Love Blister 
        released their inaugural cd, 
        ďWadĒ, it sent shock waves 
        through the scenes and sub-
        scenes that connect the music 
        to the music industry.

        Insiders are unanimous: Love 
        Blister is scorching hot and 
        ready to burst the boundaries 
        of the Newfoundland slag rock 
        scene for national and 
        possibly even international 
        acclaim.   

        Whither Love Blister?  Ecce 
        homo Slag Rock?  I decided it 
        was time to check on the 
        contmporary music scene.  In 
        exchange for my services as 
        sometime roadie, Love Blister 
        agreed to let me accompany 
        them on their recent tour.
    
        This is my audio diary of that 
        time.  Love Blister is: singer 
        Marie Loder; guitarist Pudge 
        Rossiter; bassist Leo Burry; 
        and drummer Hugo Barrett.

SFX:	PAUL WALKS DOWN THE HALLS, 
        APPROACHING SOUND OF 
        REHEARSING BAND.

PAUL:	Love Blister rehearses for 
        their tour in the ruins of a 
        Newfoundland recording 
        industry shrine.  These 
        mouldering hallways echo with 
        the strains of generations of 
        great music.  In the late 
        `30ís, the building was home 
        to Newfoundland Victrolagraph.  
        Successes were scored with 
        local artists like the Walking 
        Strings, Red Kelland and the 
        Cow Bay Cowboys, Jeff Jeff 
        French, and Little Effie May 
        Lewis.
 
        A 1950s reincarnation as 
        Newfoundland School Studios 
        avoided insolvency and ushered 
        in the `60ís.  Folk bands and 
        white boy quartets - The 
        Daisies, the Four Tips - were 
        what finally put a nail in the 
        coffin.

        Renowned for their great 
        acoustics, these studios were 
        saved by Herb Peters.  Herb 
        used his legendary business 
        acumen and uncanny sound feel 
        to create The Electric Abbey 
        Muscle Factory.  In 1970 he 
        convinced Paul McCartney to 
        come here and use the majestic 
        Ďbass droneí of Electric 
        Abbeyís Studio #9 for the 
        bedtracks of Paulís album 
        ďRam.Ē  After that, the 
        heavies and the not-so-heavies 
        of the music industry, local 
        and international, beat a path 
        to Electric Abbey to lay down 
        their stuff.

        I remember coming up here a 
        few times after gigs, being 
        invited into the green room -- 
        or the paisley room, as they 
        called it then -- sipping 
        Koolaid, smoking a bit of herb 
        -- they used to hide the bongs 
        and chillums and stuff behind 
        this electrical pan--

SFX:	PIPES, BONGS AND CHILLUMS 
        CRASH TO FLOOR.

PAUL:	Enough about rock and roll 
        past -- time to meet the 
        practitioners of the present.

SFX:	BAND REHEARSAL SPACE.

PAUL:	Ah, the band rehearses.

BAND RUN-THROUGH:


MARIE:	Oh, heh, hi, come on in.  
        Guys, this is Paul Moss.

PAUL:	Moth.

MARIE:	Heís gonna do a documentary of 
        us on the road.

HUGO:	Whatís with the microphone?

MARIE:	Baby, I said heís gonna be 
        recording us for a radio 
        documentary.

HUGO:	Yeah, I gotta go get some 
        fresh air, Iíll be back in 
        five or something, ten.

LEO:	(calling after)  Hugo, come on 
        man, we gotta....  Ah.  You 
        know, Marie, the thing with 
        Hugo is, heís an arsehole.

MARIE:	Heís in the band, Leo.  Deal 
        with it.

PAUL:	Guys, come on, Iíve seen this 
        kind of acrimony destroy so 
        many promising groups...  
        Maybe I can just sit in here 
        while Hugo is off powdering 
        his brain.

LEO:	Whatís the point.

MARIE:	Come on, Leo, letís just jam a 
        little, keep loose.

PAUL:	All right!  I donít know any 
        of your repertoire, but ah, 
        you guys must know  
        Innagaddadavida...

SFX:	TO DRUM SOLO AND FADE PAUL 
        WATCHES AS HUGO AND PUDGE LOAD 
        GEAR ONTO BUS

PAUL:	Ah, the Sysyphucian toil of 
        humping gear back and forth, 
        back and forth, in and out of 
        club after club.

LEO:	(straining with lift) You 
        think you could get the door 
        there, Paul?

PAUL:	Sure.  Boys, Iíd love to give 
        you a hand, but you know, the 
        back.

LEO:	Ya.  No problem.
	
PAUL:	Whoís the guy talking to 
        Marie?

LEO:	Thatís Barry.  Heís with 
        Attitude Management.

PAUL:	Right. Must be the guy I 
        talked to on the phone.

LEO:	He booked the tour, and heís 
        working on getting us a record 
        deal.

PAUL:	He looks like heís working on 
        a lot more than that.

LEO:	Heh, Hugo, are ya gonna at 
        least load your own drums?

HUGO:	Load this.

MARIE:	You bys ready?  Itís getting 
        late.  We should hit the road.

PAUL:	Iím gutfounded.  Can we stop 
        for a bite on the way out of 
        town?

BARRY:	Whoís this guy?  Ruben Fuckiní 
        Kinkaid?

PAUL:	Listen, I knew the real Reuben 
        Kinkaid -- the guy the 
        character was based on -- and 
        let me assure you, he was not 
        a man to be trifled with.

BARRY:	You knew Joe Gardinia ? 

PAUL:	We organized a little rock 
        thing in the sun, down 
        Altamont Speedway way.

BARRY:	Youíre Paul Moth?  Youíre Paul 
        Moth!  Guys, I got something 
        in the car I gotta show you.

SFX:	AWAY

PAUL:	(Sotto voce)  Knob.

LEO:	Whatís that, Marie?

MARIE:	The schedule for the tour.

LEO:	32 towns in 11 nights!

HUGO:	Which nights?

BARRY:	O.k., I got it, look at this, 
        here, in this window on 
        Physical Graffitti !

LEO:	Wow.

BARRY:	And look at this, cover of Sgt 
        Peppers, third row, fourth 
        from the right ... whoís that, 
        whoís that, hey ?

LEO:	Jeez, Paul, itís you.

BARRY:	DAMASCUS)  Ah !  Huh !  ďThe 
        Walrus was Paul !Ē

PAUL:	Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, I am 
        the Walrus.

BARRY:	That never made any sense to 
        me.  There was no way 
        McCartney could have been the 
        walrus.

MARIE:	Whatís the Walrus?

HUGO:	I donít know.

BARRY:	Iím Barry ďThe Hit ManĒ 
        Morton.  

PAUL:	Pleased to meet you.

BARRY:	You want to know why they call 
        me ďThe Hit ManĒ ?

PAUL:	Because thatís what you call 
        yourself?

BARRY:	Because Iím a one man hit 
        maker.  A band takes a crap 
        with me itís a hit.  Tell him, 
        baby.

MARIE:	Heís a one man hit maker.

BARRY:	I turn the crap of bands into 
        solid gold.  King Midas -- 
        thatís what Aaron used to call 
        me, or Germaine, or one of the 
        Neville brothers anyway: King 
        Fucking Midas.  By the way, 
        Marie, whenever youíre ready, 
        that Midas touch has a few 
        other uses you might be 
        interested in.

HUGO:	Fuck you, man.

BARRY:	Heh, youíre pretty articulate 
        for a drummer.

HUGO:	Fuck you.

BARRY:	I take it back.  Paul, you 
        know what? Love Booster?

PAUL:	Love Blister?

BARRY:	Thatís right, they are going 
        all the way because The Hit 
        Man is going to show them the 
        way.

PAUL:	I believe.

BARRY:	The next album?  Itís not 
        going to go platinum, itís 
        going to go titanium.  All 
        right?

MARIE:	Ya, thatís great, Barry, but 
        can we just finish talking 
        about the tour?

BARRY:	What about the tour?

MARIE:	Canít we cut some of these 
        gigs?

BARRY:	Look, I am taking a bath on 
        this tour as it is.  I only 
        organized it as a favour for 
        you.

HUGO:	Ya sure.  Hereís a favour for 
        you.

BARRY:	You got to get your stage 
        thing happening, Iím grooming 
        you, okay ?  For this 
        Stinkhammer fucking thing on 
        the 13th.

        You think everybody knows who 
        you fucking are ?  Nobody 
        knows who you fucking are.  
        You are fucking nobodies. Leo?  
        Hugo ?  You fucking hear that?  
        You are fucking NOBODY !  Do I 
        make myself clear ?

MARIE:	Ya, ya, o.k., the nobody 
        thing.  Great Barry.  Címon 
        guys, letís just get going.

PAUL:	Shotgun !

LEO:	I had dibs on that !

PAUL:	Make room for Poppy, young 
        fella.

SFX:	VAN DOORS SLAM. VAN LEAVES.

BARRY:	Remember: the 13th at the 
        Stinkhammer.  Radio fucking 
        head.  Neil Fucking Young, 
        Bjork what ever her fucking 
        name is.  And you guys.  And 
        youíve got me to thank for it. 
        So get your fucking act 
        together!

MUSICAL SEGUE

SFX:	BACK OF THE BUS.  PAUL 
        INTERVIEWING THE BAND.  
        ELECTRIC GUITAR HIGH E STRING 
        BEING TUNED.  HUGO IS 
        EXPERIMENTING WITH SOME 
        PARAPHERNALIA

PAUL:	Woof woof, testing.  Jeez, 
        itís cold back here.

HUGO:	Heater doesnít work.

LEO:	And thereís a hole in the 
        floor.  Watch out !

HUGO:	Rock Ďní roll, Paul, rock Ďní 
        roll.

        Wanna hit ?

SFX:	PIPE

PAUL:	No, thanks.  Now, I want to 
        get a little audio verite, 
        guys, that o.k.?

LEO/HUGO:	Yeah, sure.

(silence)

HUGO:	What?

PAUL:	Just act normal. 

HUGO:	Pass me that bag there.

PAUL:	Sure.  How long have you guys 
        been together ?

LEO:	About a year.

HUGO:	(SNORTING)  Hmmm ?  Oh, I was 
        with Brain Heat for awhile, 
        but when Brainheat split up 
        ...

LEO:	Yeah, there was Brainheat One 
        and Brainheat Two.

HUGO:	Thatís when Leo came over on 
        bass ...

LEO:	Yeah, I was playing lead in 
        Hitlerís Very Dentures at the 
        time, but I knew Hugo from 
        Skrank the year before.

PAUL:	And Pudge ?

HUGO:	Pudge is a monster, man.  
        Pudge was in Butt Fly.

        Got a match ?

LEO:	Pudge is a man of few words.  
        Arenít ya, Pudge?

HUGO:	(laughter snorts)

GUITAR STRING TUNED UP.  
SIGHS.  SUCKING OR SNARFING OR 
FLAMES FROM HUGO

LEO:	We all knew Marie from when 
        she was with The Jumps.  Half 
        the guys from Brainheat ... 
        two, was it, Hugo ?

HUGO:	One, I think.

LEO:	Drew Walsh one of Ďem, anyway.

HUGO:	Me Ďní you played with him in 
        ... what was the name of that 
        band?

LEO:	The one with buddy Hogan on 
        organ ?

HUGO:	Yeah.

LEO:	Drew had that old Strat.

HUGO:	Oh man.

LEO:	Remember ... Spider !  Spider 
        Hogan !

HUGO:	Right !

LEO:	ĎMember the night Spider 
        showed up at the gig with a 
        box of pills.

HUGO:	That was funny.

LEO:	Whatever happened to Spider, 
        anyway ?

HUGO:	I donít know.  He just 
        disappeared.

        Man, if you think about it, 
        thatís incredible.  I havenít 
        seen him since then ...

    	Heís like one of those 
        disappeared people in South 
        Afrcamerica, where they do 
        that.  Wow.  Thatís freaky.  
        Thatís freakiní me out, man.  
        I canít handle it.

SFX:	THE PIPE.  LAUGHTER, GUITAR 
STILL BEING TUNED, PAUL WALKS 
TO FRONT OF THE BUS, MARIE 
DRIVES

PAUL:	Call it latent sexism Marie 
        but I was surprised to find 
        that you handle the driving.

MARIE:	My Dad drives a rig so ... 
        itís second nature.  And none 
        of the boys can drive.

PAUL:	Alas, neither can I.  How did 
        you get into the music scene, 
        Marie?

MARIE:	Iíve been in it forever, at 
        least as long I can remember, 
        I was Sweet Marie Loder.

PAUL:	Omigod!  Itís true!  I never 
        put it together.  
        Newfoundlandís Sweetheart, 
        Sweet Marie.  You played the 
        comb and wore that 
        Newfoundland Tartan skirt ...

MARIE:	Danced a little jig.

PAUL:	Right!  And then showed up at 
        the St. Johnís Folk Festival 
        with a shaved head and a bone 
        in your nose.

MARIE:	The folk establishment didnít 
        take kindly to that.

PAUL:	What are your expectations 
        now?

MARIE:	I think we have a chance of 
        taking this band somewhere.  
        The original material is good, 
        and in the live show we do 
        some interesting retro covers, 
        the boys are all decent 
        players with the possible 
        exeception of Hugo, who has 
        problems and well ... heís an 
        idiot.

PAUL:	Yes, I was coming to that.

MARIE:	He probably shouldnít be in 
        the band but heís my 
        boyfriend... I love the guy.  
        Whatís your story, with the 
        drums?

PAUL:	That?  Oh that was nothing, I 
        dabbled for a bit.  

MARIE:	Any bands?

PAUL:	Ever hear of the Rolling 
        Stones?

MARIE:	No.

PAUL:	Theyíre an old band. I was in 
        England in Ď68 and this band, 
        ďthe StonesĒ people called 
        them, were going to go with 
        this two drummer thing.  So 
        Brian Jones - he was one of 
        the guitar players -- invites 
        me to join the band.  Weíre 
        partying at his place, and 
        youíve got to understand these 
        guys were big stars back then, 
        and Brian has a pool - AT HIS 
        HOUSE.  I go for a swim, ďHey 
        Brian,Ē I say ďcome on in, the 
        waterís greatĒ  Next thing I 
        know ... dead .... the other 
        Stones were very upset.  Then 
        I got heavy into student 
        politics for awhile and then I 
        was with this band ďThe 
        ConstabularyĒ, they dropped me 
        and became ďThe PoliceĒ and 
        after that I did a brief stint 
        with this great band, ďDeClan 
        McManus and the RepulsivesĒ 
        they broke up and ... I donít 
        know what happened to them.  
        Watch out for the moose !

	FIRST GIG

SFX:	SOUND CHECK IN NOISY CLUB.

PAUL:	The excitement and 
        anticipation of the first 
        night of the tour palpable 
        now.  Weíve crossed the entire 
        island in a break-neck eight 
        hours, making it to Corner 
        Brook in time for the gig in 
        this ... less than savoury 
        nightclub -- although, 
        luckily, the kitchen is still 
        open.  (calls) Could I get a 
        side of onion rings with that, 
        too ?  All right!  

	(starting to hoot along with 
crowd)

PROMOTER:	And now, VOZG-FM Corner Brook 
        is proud to present ... Love 
        Blister !

SFX:	BAND BEGINS PLAYING, CROWD 
INTO IT.  FADE TO APRES GIG 
GREEN ROOM.

PAUL:	That wasnít too bad.

MARIE:	We sucked.

PAUL:	Heh, Hugo, nice feel, really 
        understated.

HUGO:	Whaí?

PAUL:	I like the way you layed out 
        during the Bung tune.

LEO:	Laying out?  He was passing 
        out.

PAUL:	Well, whatever, it worked 
        really well.

SFX:	ENTER LIONEL, THE CLUB OWNER.

LIONEL:	I donít know why I bother.

PAUL:	Whatís the problem?

LIONEL:	I have a soft spot for the 
        young people, I suppose.

MARIE:	What is the problem?

LIONEL:	After the accomodations, tab 
        at the bar... your man Hugo 
        there can put Ďem back ... 
        what Iím out of pocket for the 
        posters ... you guys owe me 
        thirty-six bucks.

MARIE:	That hall was packed!

LIONEL:	With beer drinkers!  Youíre no 
        going to make any money unless 
        you get a liquor crowd.  I had 
        a cock-fight once -- that drew 
        a real liquor crowd.  Not to 
        worry my duckie, Iíll 
        straighten it out with Barry.  
        Now what say you give your 
        Uncle Lionel a kiss.

MARIE:	Youíre not my uncle.

LIONEL:	Pretend.

CROSS TO MONTAGE OF GIGS OVER GRUNGY VAMP.

MUSIC:	VAMP.

SFX:	CARS WHOOSHING BY ON HIGHWAY.

PAUL:	(voiceover)	Stephenville 
        Crossing.

VOX:	Ladies and gentlemen, Love 
        Blister!

SFX:	CROWD CHEERS.  HIGHWAY 
WHOOSHING.

PAUL:	Parsonís Pond.

MARIE:	Check, check one two.

SFX:	HIGHWAY WHOOSHING.

PAUL:	Badgerís Quay.

LEO AND MARIE:	Get in the van, quick!  Come 
        on, get in the van!

SFX:	SCREECHING TIRES.

PAUL:	Bishopís Falls.

SFX:	CROWD CHEERS.  HIGHWAY 
WHOOSHING.

PAUL:	Twillingate.

SFX:	PUMP ACTION SHOT GUN FIRES 
AFTER THEM.  

PAUL:	Nipperís Harbour. ... Dark 
        Cove... Burgeo... Barachois 
        Brook ... Isle aux Morts... 
        Buchans...

SFX:	STALLED ENGINE ON SIDE OF 
HIGHWAY.  POLICE SIREN PULLING 
THEM OVER,  BOOING CROWD, 
FIGHT IN BAR.

SFX:	Motel room.  Fight next door 
        betwen Liz and Drummer. Paul 
        sppeaks into mic

PAUL: 	Ten days on the road and the 
        strain is beginning to show.  
        The band members are 
        bickering, the van seems 
        smaller and smaller with every 
        mile logged.  Marie and Hugoís 
        relationship is getting pretty 
        shakey.  She deserves better.  
        Hugo has serious ... issues, 
        and I have suspicions about 
        his ongoing Chemistry project.  
        Tonight weíre staying at the 
        Blue Puffin Motel and while 
        these bed sheets are ... 
        dubious I am looking forward 
        to a good nights sleep.  I 
        wonder about Marie, if she 
        splits up with Hugo,  ahhhh 
        ... no doubt these are the 
        delusional musings of an old 
        man.  Note to myself, erase 
        this tape. 

SFX:	Knock on door.  Paul answers.

MARIE:	Can I come in?

SFX:	she comes in.

PAUL:	Oh .. yeah sure.

MARIE:	Wow ... what are those?

PAUL:	Oh sorry, exit wounds, Iíll 
        just put a shirt on.

MARIE:	I was wondering ...?

PAUL:	(hopefully) Yeah?

MARIE:	Hug and I just had a little 
        fight.

PAUL:	I could hear.

MARIE:	Do you think I could sleep 
        here?

PAUL:	No problem at all.

MARIE:	Oh that is so kind.  Hereís 
        the key to our room, Hug will 
        understand.

PAUL:	Your ... right, right ... Iíll 
        just get my hot water bottle 
        and my tape machine.  

SFX:	Paul exits.  Into hall.

PAUL:	Oh fucking joy.

SFX:	Paul into new motel room.  
        Inside Hugo is listening to 
        The Doors.

HUGO:	Hey Poppy.

PAUL:	Hug.  Marieís in my room, Iíll 
        sleep here. Thatís not a hash 
        pipe, is it?

HUGO:	No. (big inhale of crack)

PAUL:	And don't call me Poppy!

HUGO:	Donít call me Hugo.

PAUL:	What should I call you?

HUGO:	The artist formerly known as 
        Hugo.

PAUL:	How about I call you Hugo Fuck 
        yourself.

SFX:	Big fight breaks out.

CROSS TO: 

SFX:	COUNTRY AND WESTERN BAR.
    	Major Melee outside door.  
        Door opens and closes, Paul 
        enters

PAUL:	Jeez, Leo, what happened to 
        you?

LEO:	I got stabbed!

MARIE:	Whatís going on out there ?

LEO:	Barry booked us in here as a 
        Country and Western act.

HUGO:	Come on, man letís just leave.

LEO:	Not possible.

PAUL:	Why not?

LEO:	Theyíve got Pudge.  Theyíre 
        ... ďholdingĒ him.  

MARIE:	All right, come on, weíll give 
        Ďem what they want.

PAUL:	You know stuff?

MARIE:	Yeah, Dadís a huge fan, you 
        know ... 

CROSS TO:	BAR SFX, BAND BEGINS TO PLAY A 
GEORGE JONES TUNE, ďHE STOPPED 
LOVING HER TODAYĒ ... Paul at 
bar, speaks into microphone

PAUL:	That is the mark of a great 
        band, always mindful of the 
        mob, able to take the crowd in 
        their hands and after cajoling 
        and scolding them, winning 
        them over with the gentle 
        caress, sliding their hands 
        down .... ah, these young 
        people impress me, especially 
        Marie ... a strong woman, 
        determined, self assured and 
        so incredibly alluring in 
        either go-go boots or simple 
        oxfords ... ah ... I know! 
        when I get back to St. Johnís 
        Iíll pick her up a pair of 
        Ferragamoís or maybe those 
        Puce Patrick Cox jobbies with 
        the ...  who am I fooling ?

UP ON END OF ďHE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAYĒ

SFX:	Motel room.  Big fight next 
        door.

PAUL:	Day eleven and there is no way 
        this band will still be 
        together by the time they hit 
        St. Johnís tomorrow.  Marie 
        and Hugo are at it again.  Ah!  
        Theyíve stopped ... No 
        doubt...

SFX:	knock on door. Paul to door

MARIE:	Hi.  Hug and I, had a bit of a 
        racket.

PAUL:	Right.  Well Marie, last night 
        myself and Hugo got in a bit 
        of dust-up and then later I 
        woke up and his bed was on 
        fire.  So I donít think ...

MARIE:	Iíll just get in bed with you.

PAUL:	Ahhh ...

MARIE:	Sleeping.  

PAUL:	Of course, of course.

SFX:	The two getting into bed

PAUL:	Iíll just turn off the ...

SFX:	tape off. tape starts up. Paul 
        whispers

PAUL:	Marie sleeps soundly, 
        untroubled by her tumultuous 
        relationship with the drug 
        addled baboon Hugo or the fact 
        that this bandís career 
        depends on tomorrow nightís 
        gig.  Look at her sheís 
        beautiful.  I cannot sleep.  I 
        am troubled by a cramping and 
        knotting of ... if I could 
        turn my mind to ... wooooooh 
        .... etc.  Better go walk this 
        baby off. 

BUS 3 TO ST. JOHNíS. TRAVEL MUSIC.

LEO:	There it is !

MARIE:	Look at that !

HUGO:	What?  What is it ?

LEO:	St. Johnís, sin city.

PAUL:	If you can make it there, you 
        can make it anywhere.

	HALLS OUSIDE GREENROOM AT THE 
STINK

PAUL:	Wheeeewww.  Backstage, night 
        of the big gig.  The 
        Stinkhammer, the club du cappo 
        clubbo of the St. Johnís ... 
        clubs, or something, big gig 
        anyway, geez I canít believe 
        how nervous I am for these 
        guys ... Hi Bjork ... down 
        there to your left ... Iím 
        with the band ?

SFX:	INTO GREENROOM, POOL BEING 
PLAYED

PAUL:	Hey, team !

ALL:	Paul, etc.

PAUL:	Good, good stay loose, good 
        idea shoot a few frames ... 
        now when you get out there... 
        set list ... start with 
        Working For The Weekend, 
        thatíll throw them off ... 
        HUGO stop smoking that ...

MARIE:	Calm down, Paul!

PAUL:	God, itís such a big night.  I 
        was out there and itís like 
        every heavy in the business 
        ... Ewan Quinlan, and ... 
        David Geffen ... nevermind, 
        itíll just make you nervous.

	enter Barry

BARRY:	Hi guys.  

ALL:	Barry ...

BARRY:	Well, itís just as your 
        fucking truly arranged, there 
        are people out there from 
        every major label, MAI, CSIS, 
        G-7, Polygraph, everybody.  
        Now, before the fucking pep 
        talk, there is a little matter 
        of signing a contract.

MARIE:	Ya, well, weíve been 
        thinking...

BARRY:	Big mistake.

PAUL:	Listen Barry Iíve looked over 
        the contract ...

BARRY:	Who are you F Lee Fucking 
        Bailey.

PAUL:	They canít sign it, it makes 
        them indentured servants of 
        the label.

BARRY:	Whatís new.

MARIE:	We canít sign it Barry.

BARRY:	You canít sign it?  You canít 
        sign it?  Then you canít go 
        on!  Do you comprende!  Sign 
        it or walk out that door back 
        marked obscurity.

HUGO:	Which door is that one?

PAUL:	Hand me the cue there, Pudge.

SFX:	Smash of pool cue over Barryís 
        head. Barry collapses

LEO:	Did you kill him?

SFX:	Paul kicks Barry, muffled 
        groan

PAUL:	He seems alive. 

HUGO:	Arrrgggghhhhh.

	Hugo collapses

PAUL:	Hugo, itís okay, heís not 
        dead.

LEO:	He doesnít look right!

PAUL:	Oh noooooo.  Iíve seen that 
        look in my eyes.   Hugo!  
        Hugo!  Just say no to drugs 
        kids.  Quick get me a can of 
        Florient, a cup of salt and a 
        Zippo lighter.  

LEO:	Iíll take the drugs!

PAUL:	Good thinking, Leo.  

        I can save his life, he may 
        even be able to urinate 
        without help, but I donít 
        think Hugo is ever going to 
        play the drums again.  

MARIE:	This is easily the worst 
        moment of my life.

PAUL:	Why?

MARIE:	All the work, all the crap 
        gigs, for this?

PAUL:	No, Marie this how the script 
        always goes, and in every band 
        I ever played in ?  I was that 
        drummer on the floor in drug 
        induced cardiac arrest ... oh, 
        and beginning to asphixiate in 
        his own vomit, just roll him 
        over would you, Leo ? ... and 
        the show goes on.  Iíll play 
        tonight!

MARIE:	Would you!

PAUL:	For you.

MARIE:	Itís fifty bucks.

PAUL:	What!  Okay yes sure.  In 
        advance ?

MARIE:	Leo, tell the lighting guy to 
        keep it dark back there. LETíS 
        GO!

ON STAGE AT THE STINK, BAND BUSTS INTO 
ďINAGODDADAVIDAĒ AND THE CROWD 
GOES WILD.

sfx:	Backstage at the Stink.  Paul 
        is breathing very heavily, 
        exhausted.  Marie enters.

MARIE:	Wow.

PAUL:	And whew.  I think it went 
        very well.

MARIE:	I was just talking to Ewan 
        Quinlan.  He wants to 
        represent me. 

PAUL:	Maybe itís going to happen.

MARIE:	GRU has already offered me a 
        five record deal.  ... Solo.

PAUL:	Of course.

MARIE steps closer.

MARIE:	Thanks for everything Paul.

PAUL:	My pleasure and duty Marie.

MARIE:	This last while on the road 
        ....well ...

PAUL:	Yes?

MARIE:	Iíve had certain ... feelings 
        ... and ... (surprise) I can 
        see you have them too!

PAUL:	What, oh thatís a hidden 
        microphone ... just let me

TO BLACK.