Pop Redemption

Dead, dead, dead

His spirit is dead

- Stop! - What?

- What are you doing? - The riff.

My ass! That was a solo.

- That a solo or not? - Sort of an arpeggio.

A solo is virtuosity, and virtuosity is...

- Contemptible. - Virtuosity, yeah...

Shut up. This piece is killer,

but it sounds like a slow.

Take it from the top.

All the way from the top.

I'm coming.

It's 6 p.m. I have to set up the tables.

Shit! The babysitter!

The tour's gonna be a nightmare.

Did you talk to Yoyo?

It's Yue-Yu.

You talk to her about Romania?

I was waiting for confirmation.

I can't confirm if we have no wheels.

I'll talk to her.

I'm warning you...

Next fall, we practice Sundays

and Thursdays.

Death to passion, death, death.

Death to routine, to schmaltz, to early mornings.

Death to work, family, country.

Death to comfort and good intentions.

Death to love.

And through my voice

may Death show its true face.

Alexandre,

I'm ready.

I'm coming.

Sleep tight.

By the way,

a man called for you.

Who was it?

I can't remember.

What did he want?

It's okay.

He'll call back.

Or else promise me something.

Go off to camp with your pals.

But when you get back, a haircut.

What?

My hair is my personality.

- I won't touch it. - Second...

Shit, there's more?

Quit all this satanic rock nonsense.

First, it's not nonsense.

It's very real.

Second, it's not satanic rock.

It's Black Metal. Totally different.

And third,

I...

It's not that easy.

- You're scared of Alex. - I am not.

- You're scared of Alex. - I am not!

Stop that. I'm not a teenager!

I run a business. I earn a living. I keep this joint going.

I'll get him in here and tell him what's what.

Can I have a fork?

I was just thinking, we could...

Who is it?

No one, it's Erik.

Good evening.

What do you want?

It's Rita... the mother of a kid I give guitar lessons to.

She was sort of putting me up and we were...

We had a clash and... Some monogamy crap.

No more babes.

I quit. I've had it.

Got a dictionary?

What mugs.

On top of Romania we might have a gig in Ukraine.

I get it...

Did you know boor isn't an animal?

To obtain quality strawberries, French producers use two systems...

Indoor and outdoor production.

Plants are kept off the ground

or planted in compost beds.

All our strawberries are protected by tunnels.

Did it go okay?

Sure, great.

And the rehearsal?

You know what?

I'm much happier with the kids

than drinking and hammering my bass.

Don't say that.

What about the tour?

It's nowhere.

You've got as many lives as you like, and more,

even ones you don't want.

HAPPY FU

Is it a music problem?

I still like Black Metal, that's not the problem,

but to listen to, to relax.

Like me.

Anyway if I do it, it's for you.

Really?

With the restaurant...

For me, it's Michele. All alone with the kids.

Don't sweat it. I was gonna quit.

- No shit? - Not at all.

I'm a Guitar Hero. I haven't soloed in 15 years.

I'm quitting, too.

Me, too.

Happy birthday, Rocky.

Satan is with us, guys.

You almost missed the cake.

Let's open the gifts.

Come on, kids.

Hellfest called me. They want us.

The Hellfest?

Wait a minute... who... how...?

A band cancelled. But so what? It's a sign.

You know who's headlining?

Dozzy Cooper.

Holy shit, Dozzy Cooper!

We play Sunday.

What do you mean?

Hellfest is this Sunday?

I see you stay with it.

They need a French Black Metal band. There're scarce.

It's too big for us.

You'll have to blast it like never.

Hellfest.

Hey]

Who gave the kid a bayonet?

It's real. I scoured 20 antique shops.

It even killed Germans.

MY bayonet!

For her meds, Debridat 50 noon and night,

Levothyrox 75 in the morning.

And a glass of wine

with every meal.

I know, but she enjoys it.

First question, Francis:

What for Karl Marx was the opium of the masses?

French pop.

- Religion? - Right you are.

What are you doing?

Breaking it in.

It'll take years at this rate.

I have a 5-year car loan up my ass.

I'm not fucking it up after two miles.

How about some music? This silence is killing me.

Put some on.

I'll turn on the player.

What's that?

Sorry. That's Yue-Yu's.

There.

I hadn't seen the system. Not bad. It must be out of the future.

CD player.

It even has shuffle mode.

- Shuffle your ass and sit down. - All right.

Nobody changes the order of a CD, is that clear?

Imagine reading and changing the page order.

Well, I never read.

Jerks like you turn Metal into nonsense.

Bass boost?

Bass boost.

No more skulls, maces, fire balls.

I kept it simple: Dead Stifs. Period.

Cool.

So we keep the spelling error?

I also made a dragon version for Asian audiences.

Shoulda asked me. It's the year of the Rabbit.

I'm not sticking a rabbit on a Black Metal t-shirt.

Second: since you're nervous, we won't go directly to Hellfest.

What?

What's the game?

We'll do a warm-up gig on the road

just to bond the group.

I wanted to see concerts.

You're a tourist at heart when you should be a demi-god.

We're this year's music scene.

Have you pissed in your john lately?

There's panpipe music! That's fascist.

The longer we wait, the harder.

Same here when I gotta go.

No, harder to say we quit.

So let's tell him.

We have to.

Let's make tracks. I smashed his radio.

You sure it's here?

Did you tell them what we do?

Guys, when you believe in your music, you can play anywhere.

Oh, my God.

Outrageous.

What's that?

Is there a problem?

Good timing, Batman.

Here.

- What's that? - The rental.

Put it away and turn the sound back on. We have to keep warm.

That's sick stuff. There's been a mixup.

Hold on.