Paradise City

-Lily, Lily, when am I going to see you on stage again?

Vic, where's your singer been hiding?

What's going on with him?

Come on, Leo, you like talking.

-Hey, can I get your autograph? Please?

-Hey! No, not you, the lighting guy.

Lighting guy.

Bringer of the light!

Woo!

Come on, give us something.

When is The Relentless going to play shows again?

We'll be touring soon enough.

-Really? Oh my God!

Sign my tits.

-Oh, uh, do you want to just sign my stomach?

-Yes, uh... Yeah.

Oh, oh!

You've got a pretty face.

Lily, got anything confirmed?

-The only thing confirmed is how fucked into oblivion

your stupid little TV show is.

-Don't give into that, man, that's what they want you to do.

-What? Honestly, seriously, get the fuck back.

Ever heard of personal space?

You guys are Hollywood cockroaches.

Going solo soon, Lily?

Fucking prick.

Whoa!

Leo.

Come on, been nothing for over a year.

Why are you saying soon?

-Because soon we'll be flat broke.

Music industry's fucked for rock bands right now.

To survive, we got to tour.

And there is no way

Johnny's gonna lose that house he's in with Gretchen.

Happy now?

Got what you need?

-Your favorite Hollywood press caught up with

three of the members of The Relentless

last night on the Sunset strip.

After achieving worldwide success

amidst a ton of controversy

with one of the biggest debut albums

from a rock band in years,

the group's been on a 15 month hiatus

following disturbing events involving their lead singer,

Johnny Faust.

No one has seen or heard from him since he became a recluse

early last year, in the wake of

the bizarre death of his attorney

shortly after Johnny was acquitted.

Despite demand from his die-hard fan base,

he has denied all press requests

and has had no activity on social media whatsoever.

Johnny, we need you back, man.

Babe?

As much as I love having you all to myself,

don't you think it's time?

Time for what?

Pass back out?

No, to perform again!

Do an interview.

I don't know, just get out of your shell.

-You don't like your deadbeat lover's

Word with Friend's request pinging your phone all day?

It expands my vocabulary, helps me with lyrics.

-No, I never want that to change.

But... the fans gave us this amazing lifestyle.

You love them.

Everybody from the label and the band,

everyone's just so stressed in this weird limbo.

-So, I could stay in bed all day,

having sex with the coolest girl in the world

who happens to play into my foot fetish,

or I could eat Uber eats,

or I could go back to the psychotic music industry

with fucking paparazzi all over me,

ruining my tranquility, no thanks. I'm good.

Johnny, babe, seriously.

You wanted to become a rock star.

Nobody forced you into this.

And this is the only way that you support yourself.

Do you know how expensive it is to keep up with

this place every month?

And your Mom needs money.

Your brother is on the streets.

-Don't bring my brother into this.

What about us?

What if I were to become pregnant with twins?

This is real-life, Johnny, this is what happens.

It's not like we don't want to have a family someday.

-I almost went to jail for a long fucking time.

I almost died. I destroyed everything.

-We've had two years to get over it,

and now you're in your prime, and so am I.

And you don't seem to mind I'm not on birth control.

Yeah, I get it.

-Are you seriously complaining about becoming a rock star?

I missed my period this month

and you forgot to pay the mortgage.

Pity parties don't pay bills.

Let 'em burn.

Are you kidding me?

Ugh!

You don't get anything.

-What's up, this is Johnny Faust,

we are playing a show this week.

The Relentless are back.

See you in the Jungle, motherfuckers!

You just...

Did you just post that?

Did that actually just happen?

What else is there to do?

Oh my God.

You are crazy.

-You want your satisfaction, I've got your satisfaction.

The Relentless is back!

Hey, boy.

Yes.

You just got to piss, I know.

All right.

Let's go.

What the fucking fuck?

The other guys know yet?

Dylan isn't even in the country, is he?

Yeah, I'm working on that.

Hold on, Maya's beeping in.

Let me conference her in.

Maya, how are you doing? You got me and Elias.

-So really? This is for real?

Oh, yeah, it's for real.

We got a problem,

because every big theater in town

is booked and we can't do an arena

on this short of notice.

So, what, is he fucking crazy?

-No, we got to underplay this thing.

Make it special, 500 seats max.

Roxy, Whiskey, you know, maybe the Troubadour.

-They'll fucking kill for this show, are you kidding me?

-Yeah, Elias is right, it should be about the band getting back to their roots.

That gives us a story to tell.

Let's get it done.

Now.

God, Johnny.

-No more calls, okay? This is ridiculous.

This is one of the top fertility doctors in town.

We waited months for this appointment.

And we have the acupuncture treatment for my ovaries after this.

Why does the band have to do this today?

-I don't know. I'm going to ask Johnny that question.

You know what, I bet the answer is similar

to why a beautiful, amazing talented,

happily married woman in her early 30s

with a husband with a decent career

can't seem to get pregnant,

while meanwhile in Kokomo, Indiana,

some high school dropout is getting knocked up with twins

by her fucking meth head drug dealer boyfriend.

-Hi. -Hi. how are you?

-Nice to meet you. -I'm ready for you.

-Okay, all right. Let's go.

-Dylan is still in his hotel room

in South London, get him on a direct flight

to Los Angeles, period.

Right away, Period.

-I just... -All caps, expeditiously.

-No more calls, all right? Come on.

That's voice to text.

-I know what the fuck it is.

It picked up what you said.

Hey, Dylan.

-Not now, Ralphie, mate. I'm in a meeting.

What the fuck?

Come on, Johnny.

Fuckin' hell, mate.

Come on, let's go!

Still waking up.

-You need to get your blood flowing.

I think I need to stretch.

-Yeah, more like stretch the truth.

Wait up.

-The only waiting anybody is doing is

for your ass to get back on stage.

Will Johnny Faust expand his lung capacity

for his comeback performance

and be able to catch his lover at the same time?

Tune in to find out.

Come on, hurry up, you're so slow!

How are you gonna do a whole set?

Come on, you got this.

-You want how many? Try and get one ticket.

Morning, Elias.

One.

Uh-huh.

What do we got, people?

-Got the sold out Roxy poster artwork in print,

limited to 500.

Sirius XM wants to broadcast the show live from the Roxy.