A Star Is Born

Get to it.

Jackson! No!

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.

I did the right thing.

- Ally, garbage! - It just wasn't right... 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?

Where the fuck are we?

We are east of the city.

Is there any more?

No. No, sorry, Jack.

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 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.

Would 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!

- 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 home girl, Giselle de la Isma.

Hey, how you doin'? Hey.

Oh, yeah. That's Jack. That's Jack.

Excuse me, papo!

Can we get this man anything he wants, please?

Can I get a gin on the rocks with a twist, please?

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've turned in your music already.

Don't make me have to come get you tonight.

This is a professional show.

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 home girl'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, p apo.

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.

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 there, she's doing languages now.

- Do Moroccan. - No!

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?

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.

Which one should I do?

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

Why don't I just do it across?

Bitch, Jackson Maine!

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

She will stop at nothing.

- You gotta blow on it! - I did it pretty big. Oh.

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.

Have fun!

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 stuck on? - Mmm-hmm.

Can I try to take it off?

Uh... Yeah, sure.

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're 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. I'm glad he did.

Can I buy you a drink?

Oh.

I gotta change, and I got paint in my hair.

- That's not your real hair? - My eyebrows are...

No, my hair is like your color.

- Oh, okay. - But I paint it with this

makeup.

I'd love to see what that looks like.

I'll wait for you.

Um...

Yeah, okay. Sure.