A Star Is Born

-(CROWD CHEERING) -(GUITAR PLAYING)

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

By the wayside

By the wayside

And I'm gone Sitting by the phone

And I'm all alone And I'm off alone

By the wayside

By the wayside

By the wayside

By the wayside

By the wayside

By the wayside

By the wayside

Black eyes open wide It's time to testify

There is no room for lies

And everyone's waiting for you

And everyone's waiting for you

And everyone's waiting for you

And everyone's waiting for you

Jackson! No! -(FANS CLAMORING)

Jackson! No! -(FANS CLAMORING)

-(CLEARS THROAT) -(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

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...

Ally, garbage!

Oh, hey, Bryan. Can you get somebody else to do it for me?

You have to let her shine!

It's your fucking turn!

Oh, my God! -Who the fuck is he talking to?

Okay, I'll see you upstairs.

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.

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

(SIGHS) Where the fuck are we?

We are, uh, east of the city.

Is there any more?

-No. No, sorry, Jack. -(COUGHING)

And it's about an hour-forty with traffic till we get there.

-Wait, really? -Yeah.

I think we can find something around here.

No, I'll find something. I'll find something.

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.

Wow, that's great.

I'm proud of him.

My little guy is not so little anymore.

I don't wanna go home.

Wish I could find you a spot.

Sorry, Jack, I don't know this area.

Why don't you make a right here?

You sure? Yeah.

All right.

Here we go. That looks like a fucking bar.

-Here? -What's that say, "Bleu Bleu"?

Here, let me just try this.

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.

They got alcohol?

Well, yeah, but... Oh, it's my kind of place.

Oh, shit! This is crazy!

-(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING) -(CROWD CHEERING)

How are you doin', papo ?

How am I doin'? I'm doin' all right if I can get a fucking drink.

-You good? -Yeah.

Oh, my gosh!

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

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.

You better get out there and kill 'em tonight.

All you ladies kill it tonight, okay?

I'm ready. 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.

Right. -(CROWD CHEERING)

Oh yes! (LAUGHS) 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.

-(MUSIC PLAYING) -(CROWD CHEERING)

Would anybody like some French tips tonight?

-(MUSIC ENDS) -(CROWD CHEERING)

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.

Donte, you got a rag, honey? Thank you.

Miss Ally, Mama, now you done sang in French tonight,

you gonna pick something else next week?

I don't know.

Look at her, she's doing languages now.

-Do Morocco. No! (CHUCKLES)

-This is my friend, Jackson Maine. Hey.

-This is Jackson Maine. -Hey.

-How are you? Hey. -Hey! Oh, my God!

Right? This is my friend, Ally.

-Oh, my God! Hi. Hi. Hey.

I thought that might be you.

-What'd you say? -I thought that might be you.

That's me.

Thank you! You wanna sit down?

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.

Word! -Yeah, yeah.

Will you sign my boob? -Sure.

-Yeah, I can do that. Oh, my God!

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? Oh, my.

-(SQUEALS) -Which one should I do?

-Do 'em both! I don't care! -Slut!

Why don't I just do it across... Bitch, it's Jackson Maine!

I'll just... Oh, my God!

She will stop at nothing.

-You gotta blow on it! 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!

Clear it out! Hello, goodbye, Roger.