Power Ballad (2026)

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic music playing]

[gentle music playing]

-[drums playing]

-[band playing "Celebration"]

[guests clapping along]

[guest 1] Whoo!

Who's ready to celebrate, huh?

Celebrate good times

Come on

Let's celebrate

[all] There's a party

Goin' on right here

[band playing "Summer of '69"]

Me and some guys

From school

Had a band

And we tried real hard

[band playing

"The Power of Love"]

[guests] Power of love!

[retching]

[swallows]

-[guests cheer]

-All right! Thank you!

Oh, Gary and Jean,

congratulations.

Well, one more? One more?

All right, we'll do one more.

All right, but hold on.

Hold on. All right.

You guys seem pretty cool.

I'm gonna try something.

It's a little...

a little different, okay?

Some of you might recognize this one.

It's off my first album.

[guest 2] f*cking nice, lads.

[piano playing gentle melody]

You and I

We live in our own movies...

[guest 3]

Do you want to go for a drink?

-[guest 4] I'm shattered.

-[guest 5] Can you order me a Coke?

You're the star in yours

And you're the star in mine

I

I'm in a fast car

Blowing up everything

You, you get the best scenes

And the best lines

But I want you

I still do

And we still got time

If you wanna run

I'll be running

Right at your side

Maybe running

Just a little bit wild

And I'll be running

Till we run out of time

I'll be there

At the finishing line

[playing guitar riff]

I, I was there

At the beginning

I, I was there

When you were

Losing your mind

I, I'll be there

When we are winning

It's just a matter of time

It's just a matter of time

It's just a matter of being

At the finishing line

[crowd cheering]

[vocalizing]

Hey, hey, whoo

Huh!

Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

If you wanna run

Well, I'll be running

Right at your side

Maybe running

Just a little bit wild

And I'll be running

Till we run out of time

I'll be there

At the finishing line

[microphone feedback]

[scattered applause]

These are

f*cking deadly.

[electronic club music

playing in distance]

That was the last time, Rick.

No more dusting your dreams

off in the middle of a set.

Stick to the hits.

They would've loved that song if

they'd just stuck around to hear it.

It's their f*cking loss.

All right. I get it.

I know. I know, all right?

I get carried away sometimes,

but these songs need to be played.

Rick,

this is the wedding game.

These people are about to

jump off a cliff with someone.

They want something safe.

Something familiar.

Not your weird late-'80s,

possibly early '90s,

hard-to-define

rock that you do.

So, what?

Are you gonna fire me?

Not yet.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're not rock stars, Rick.

[clicks tongue]

We're human jukeboxes.

Never forget that.

[van door opens, closes]

[Rick] Come on, girls.

You're gonna be late!

Mum, hurry up!

[breathes heavily]

[Rick] All right, you got everything?

You got your homework?

-Yeah. Mm-hmm.

-Yeah?

-You all set?

-Mm-hmm.

-You sure you got everything?

-I'm gonna be late.

-Yes, I do.

-But have a great one, okay, sweetie?

-Okay.

-Love you.

Have a good one!

-Will we see you tonight?

-No, I'm staying over tonight, remember?

-Oh, okay. See you for breakfast?

-Yeah. All right.

-Do a good show, all right?

-Okay.

Hey! You still got it, baby.

Oh. Get over here,

you rock b*tch.

-[chuckles]

-Mmm.

Don't f*ck any groupies.

-Not unless you call me first.

-Oh, my God.

[both laughing]

Mum,

leave him alone, would ya?

Yeah, leave me alone, okay?

-I'll be waiting.

-All right.

Good morning, Mr. O'Brien.

[bystander] Hey, Rick!

["It's A Long Way To The Top"

by AC/DC playing]

[church bell tolling]

Riding down the highway

Going to a show

Stopping on the byways

Playin'' rock 'n' roll

Getting robbed

[drummer] Here we are, boys.

[bass player] Wakey-wakey.

[groans]

Good morning. [sighs]

[Rick]

Am I making a right here?

[drummer] That's it, Rick.

I tell you, folks

It's harder than it looks

[bass player]

Here we are, boys!

[guitarist]

Look at this f*ck' place.

Is this Downton Abbey?

[drummer] Wow!

[guitarist] Oh, are we

staying in the main house?

Where the f*ck

are you going with it?

-It's back there.

-[Rick] It should be up here.

Past the second gate,

and then it's on the left.

-[guitarist] Ah, f*ck.

-[bass player] f*ck, man.

[drummer]

Oh, yeah. That's our girl.

Come all the way in.

Right. Um...

This is ye.

You've got two bunks,

and then the blow-up bed,

which you'll have to blow up.

The email said something about

the room being en suite.

Welcome to Ashdrum Castle.

I'll see yiz at the gig, yeah?

-Thanks, Claire.

-Thanks.

Bye.

Jaysus, I'm bursting.

You'll never guess who's

gonna be at this wedding.

Who?

Danny Wilson!

Who the f*ck is that, Kyle?

That's that kid from the boy band.

What are they called again?

-Which band?

-It's a boy band with all the boys in it.

What are they called again?

-Inseparable.

-[all] No.

Irreparable.

-Insufferable?

-[bass player] No, no.

He was on a reality TV show,

remember that?

-What was that called again?

-I can't remember.

Are we stoned? Or just old?

Bit of both.

Hotel, motel

Make you wanna cry

Ladies do the hard sell

Know the reason why

Getting old, getting gray

Getting ripped off

Underpaid

Getting sold, second-hand

That's how it goes

Playin' in a band

It's a long way to the top

If you wanna rock 'n' roll

It's a long way to the top

If you wanna rock 'n' roll

-Impossible!

-What?

-[Kyle] That's the one.

-Look, Danny Wilson.

He''s all over social media.

He's in town for the wedding.

He's a childhood friend

of the groom's.

Ah, yeah.

They were a brilliant band.

They were in me

f*cking hole brilliant, Kyle.

[narrator on phone]

Danny Wilson.

He was the one with

the impossibly cute smile,

and let's not even talk

about that hair. [chuckles]

While his buddies from Impossible

went on to successful solo careers,

Danny has taken

the scenic route.

Hey, Danny. We're waiting for you.

No pressure.

[Danny singing on phone] ...won't

matter When the world is over

And the stars burn out

[singing along] The world is

better With your body on it

That's what I'm

obsessed about Ooh, ooh

Fun won't matter

When your head don't follow

But there ain't no tattoo

Right now all I think about

Is fun with you

We are screwed, guys.

I'm telling you, this is just death

of the music industry right there.

Manufactured content

for young, excitable teens.

Rock is dead.

I don't want to sound like it

was, you know, better in our day

but it was better

in our day.

[band playing

"The Boys Are Back in Town"]

Guess who

Just got back today

Them wild-eyed boys

That had been away

Haven't changed

Had much to say

But man, I still think

Them cats are crazy

They were askin'

If you were around

How you was

Where you could be found

I told them

You were livin' downtown

Driving all the

Old men crazy

-The boys are back in town

-The boys are back in town

-The boys are back in town

-The boys are back in town

[playing guitar riff]

-[song ends]

-[guests cheer]

All right!

[bride] That was great!

Whoo!

Will you ask him...

-Thank you!

-Ask him. Ask him if he can do it now.

My guy, great sounds.

-Oh. Thanks, man. Congratulations.

-Oh, thanks.

Uh, listen, man. Do you think a buddy of

mine could sit in for a couple of songs?

-He's a singer.

-Oh, uh... Well, we don't really do that.

I understand,

but it's just a song or two?

For Barbara.

Please, Rick? It would

literally make my night.

-Please?

-Let him up, Rick.

Yeah. No, uh, of course.

Yeah, absolutely.

Thank you so much! [chuckles]

[kisses, laughs]

-Hey, everyone. Um... [clears throat]

-[guest shouting indistinctly]

-What a day.

-[guest] Speech, George! Speech!

Let's give a round of applause for

this great band, The Bride and Groom!

[cheering]

It's "Groove."

The Bride and "Groove."

[whispering]

Yeah, that's what I said.

It's a pun.

Um, I just want to invite someone

up here to sing a couple of songs.

g*dd*mn it, Danny.

Danny Wilson, get your a*s up here

-and give us some of your magic!

-What a snake.

-[guest] Go on, Danny!

-[George chanting] Danny! Danny! Danny!

[guests chanting]

Danny! Danny! Danny! Danny!

-Thank you so much.

-Congratulations.

[guest whoops]

Thanks, man.

Hey, man. You guys sound great. Um,

I'll just do one and get out of your hair.

No worries, man.

What do you want to do?

Um, what's next

on your set list?

-"I Wish."

-Stevie. Perfect.

-Love it. All right.

-Okay.

[band playing "I Wish"]

[electronic piano playing]

[guests whooping, cheering]

Looking back on when I Was

a little Nappy-headed boy

[guests cheering]

Mmm, ooh

Then my only worry

Was for Christmas

What would be my toy?

Hey

Even though we sometimes

Would not get a thing

We were happy with the joy

The day would bring

...back door to hang out With

those hoodlum friends of mine

Mmm

Greeted at

The back door

With "Boy, thought I told

you Not to go outside"

Oh, oh, mmm, mmm

Tryin' your best to bring

The water to your eyes

Thinkin' it might stop her

From whooping your behind

I wish those days

Could come back once more

Why did those days

Ever have to go?

I wish those days could

Come back once more

Why did those days

Ever have to go?

'Cause I love them

Smokin' cigarettes

And writing something

Nasty on the wall

You nasty boy

[guests cheering]

Teacher sends you to The

principal's office Down the hall

Mmm

You grow up and learn

-That kinda thing Ain't right

-Kinda thing ain't right

But while

You were doing it

It sure felt outta sight

I wish those days

Could come back once more

Why did those days

Ever have to go?

I wish those days

Could come back once more

Why did those days

Ever have to go?

And I loved them so

[guests cheering]

What?

Danny Wilson!

[cheering, whistling]

That was the most fun

I've had in a long time.

-Hey, you wanna join the band?

-Yeah. Why not?

What's your name?

Rick. Rick Power.

-Where are you from?

-Kansas City.

-Thanks for having me.

-Thank you.

Danny Wilson!

[Danny, Rick singing on phone]

Bingo. Gonna link that up

to the band's Insta.

Thanking you.

Okay.

Back into

the field of engagement.

Don't make a f*cking show

of yourselves now.

Okay, Ma. [chuckles]

Horns on them.

Good night, gentlemen.

Not gonna leave

the guitar in the van, Sandy?

This lady stays with me

till the early morning light.

[electronic club music

playing in distance]

I'm gonna walk around a bit.

Clear my head.

See you back

at Shangri-La.

All right.

["Just Can't Get Enough" by

Depeche Mode playing in distance]

[Danny] Hey, Kansas!

Is that what I think it is?

Uh, no, no, no. We're, uh...

We're one of those strictly

drug-free wedding bands.

-[chuckles]

-Yeah, you want some?

That was, uh...

Man, that was something else.

You were...

-You were great up there tonight.

-Ah, that was fun.

-Yeah. Really fun.

-[chuckles] Yeah.

Uh, so how long you been

on the Emerald Isle?

Thursday, Friday,

Saturday...

I think about, um...

15 years?

Just... Why?

-Ah, married.

-Yeah.

-Irish wife. Ah.

-Irish wife and Irish daughter.

-Yeah. Yeah.

-Congrats.

I was over here on tour, uh,

with my band, Octagon.

No? We had a show

and she was there, and...

-Of course.

-And here we are.

[chuckles]

What about you?

You-- You, uh-- You married?

No. No, no, no, no.

My parents had me way too

young, so I'm-- I'm in no rush.

-Good. Smart. How old are you?

Oh, yeah. You got

plenty of time. Pfft.

So, uh, what happened with

the, uh-- the other band?

Fizzled out. Yeah.

I still write songs,

but I, uh...

Yeah. Yeah.

You know what? Come with me.

I want to show you something.

You got time?

[Rick] Sure. Yeah.

-All right.

-Oh, wow!

-Yeah.

-[scoffs] Damn, man.

I mean, it's okay.

You should probably see mine.

Jesus Christ!

[Danny] Can I get you a beer?

Yeah, that sounds great.

This is cool.

-Dude. Is that a J-200?

-[bottles clinking]

I am impressed.

-My God, the Jumbo.

-[bottle caps clink]

Yeah. 1952.

Brazilian rosewood.

Found that thing in a sh*thole

guitar shop in Cincinnati.

[chord plays]

Yes.

I mean, that sounds

like a f*cking orchestra.

-[chuckles] Wow, cheers.

-It certainly does.

Cheers.

[groans]

-So you're recording?

-Yeah.

Came out here early,

try to catch a different vibe.

I gotta present my label

with some new material, so...

-Oh, you write?

-I do. Yeah.

The whole boy band thing was

just a bit of a crazy detour.

Mmm.

[Danny] Now, they're

just starts, okay?

-But that's the vibe.

-[Danny on computer] On the ledge now

Terrified

Getting close

To the edge now

-It's now or never

-Okay.

You'll never find your voice

If you won't talk

You're never gonna run

If you don't walk

You're never gonna fall

If you don't look down

You'll never find your voice

If you won't talk

You're never gonna run

If you don't walk

You're never gonna fall

If you don't look down

So don't look down

If you wanna--

Yeah, I mean,

you get the idea.

The chorus, I think,

still needs a-- a lift or something, but--

But it's really good.

It's really good.

Could I make a suggestion?

-Why don't you go--

-Never gonna...

Why don't you go like...

Never gonna run

If you don't walk

[vocalizing]

Never gonna...

[vocalizing]

...look down

-I f*cking love that.

-Alternate, right?

-And then...

-So, so, uh... Yes.

-Second half.

-Never see The world through a TV

Yeah. Yeah!

-You watch TV?

-Keep going.

-People watch TV?

-I watch TV. Yeah. I think people--

Like, picture a girl

in her bedroom.

-Like a teenage girl in her bedroom.

-Yeah.

So she's-- she's not living.

She's in her... Like, she's not out.

She's not... But she's on her frickin'

phone all the time, looking down.

-Yeah. No.

-You never see this.

-Don't look down.

-But it's also... No, it's...

-I'm always telling--

-You have to...

Yeah, you're like

a tightrope walker, right?

And you have to keep going.

If you look down, you're f*cked.

-Okay.

-It's like me...

-Yeah.

-d*ck around with the band, you know?

The expectations are

so high.

-Of course. Yeah.

-I don't know.

You never see the world

Through a TV

Uh, and... And...

Nothing ever worth it

Is easy

[both] You're never gonna

fall If you don't look down

So don't look down

-I f*cking love that.

-That is it.

-Don't look down

-Can I have that?

Look, all I did was just

throw in a little paprika,

-a little spice on top.

-[Danny chuckles]

You did some spicy spice.

-Add whatever spices you want on it. Yeah.

-[chuckles]

To the eyes

That seem so far away

It's a long way

From Crumlin to LA

Yeah! No, I love it, but I--

-That's the melody.

-But I think it...

Right now it's, like,

somewhere between Bob Dylan and Tom Petty.

It needs to be

f*cking Bruce Springsteen.

-Just rippin' Telecaster.

-Mm-hmm.

[stammers] A riff at the

beginning, the drums just going...

[imitating drums]

And also, last thing, what...

what the f*ck is Crumlin?

-Oh, it's a-a suburb of Dublin.

-Yeah, okay.

We should

probably change that.

It's your song,

but it should be Dublin.

-Dublin to LA?

-Yeah.

[sighs] Well,

that was staring me right in the face.

-And so is this.

-Perfect. Thank you.

-Shall we?

-Yeah, let's do it!

-I mean, we're here.

-I mean, we are here.

We are drinking from...

-Dublin to LA

-Yeah!

So you play something,

and then I'll...

[stammers] I'll come up with

the lyrics. Or we can...

Let's write one. Let's write a boy...

a boy band song right now.

You actually have to

appeal to two things.

-Parents and teenage girls.

-That makes sense.

Because the lyrics

have to be appropriate

so the parents will

let their kids listen to it.

Your love

Just drives me crazy

Totally appropriate.

I love you

Don't mean maybe

I wanna f*ck you, bab...

-I can't say that.

-Baby

Mmm, mmm

You make me

Wanna have a...

Baby

-[piano playing]

-[vocalizing]

And grab your tit-tays

[chuckles] No, no, no.

["Trapped Inside a Thought"

by Dustin Patrick playing]

Hey, that, uh, song

you played. The first one.

Who is it about?

The same girl

all my songs are about.

-Mm-hmm.

-What about you?

You write for somebody?

Someone special?

Marcia.

-Marcia?

-Yeah, Marcia.

Is she the one?

[chuckles]

I don't know. Maybe.

I hope so.

You'd be shocked how much

of a struggle it is

for people

to take you seriously.

Dude, I could tell within

two minutes of meeting you

you are not just

some boy band guy.

-Thank you.

-I mean it.

Tell my label that.

[chuckles]

-They don't think that?

-No. [scoffs] They don't.

-Then they're f*cking idiots.

-[chuckles]

I was on a label,

and I told them I was taking

a year off when Aja was born.

-Mm-hmm. Yeah.

-They're like, "Great."

A year later,

I go back, I'm dropped.

-f*ck!

-f*ck labels.

You don't even

need them anymore.

I am like George Harrison

with a-a drawer full of songs

after The Beatles broke up.

[chuckles]

Well, that's aiming high.

-You know what I mean.

-I know what you mean.

Yeah, I just gotta get back to

playing Madison Square Garden.

It's that simple.

I'm sure

it's just a matter of time.

[Rick singing]

How to write a song

Without you

'Cause every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

-Yeah, I like that.

-Thank you!

We're both in for a ride

So hold on to me tight

It's out of

Our control now

And even when it's rough

When all

The wheels come off

I never wanna slow down

'Cause I don't think

I know how

-C?

-C.

How to write a song

About you

How to sing the words

That ring true

You should keep the "How to

write a song" going every time.

-How to write a song

-[harmonizing]

Without you

'Cause every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

So good. So good.

Okay, so, uh,

do you have a bridge yet?

-No, man. I've been working...

-What about...

-That thing's dogging me for years.

-What about...

-We could finish this right now.

-[groans] I wish. No, I can't.

I gotta go.

-My daughter has got to get to school.

-What?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

My wife has work, and if

I'm not home to take her,

-she's gonna skin my ba*ls.

-Oh.

Skin your ba*ls? Geez.

-I had a blast.

-This was awesome, man.

Awesome. Thank you so much.

-Oh, my God.

-Thank you.

I guess I'll see you

down the road somewhere.

-You will, indeed.

-And, hey,

play the music

you want to play, Danny.

-You'll get there.

-Thanks.

Wait a minute. Hold on.

Okay.

Take that.

That is my

management company, okay?

So if you find yourself in LA,

you wanna get a hold of me,

you call them, let them know

you're trying to get to me

and I'll get back to you.

All right. Well, thanks!

And you are too good for

that f*cking wedding band.

Seriously.

-[gentle music playing]

-[door opens, closes]

[drummer] Ah, here, which one of

you muppets left a guitar behind?

Hiya!

Hi, lads.

Well done at the gig last night.

I heard it was only rockin'.

Just doing our job, darling.

So, uh,

which one of you is Rick?

Uh, that would be me.

Mr. Wilson

asked me to give this to ya.

-Thanks. So, that's for you.

-[Sandy] Nice.

-Hi, Bernie.

-Claire.

Jesus Christ,

that's a Gibson J-200, the Jumbo!

-I can't take this.

-[Claire] Mr. Wilson said you'd say that,

so he told me to tell you to shut

the hell up and rock on. [chuckles]

[chuckles]

Bye, Bernie.

[guitar strums]

What a great kid.

What a f*cking great kid!

["Big Soul"

by John Lee Hooker playing]

Hey, babe.

-[wife] The rocker returns.

-That's right.

-The spoils from the road.

-[wife] Mmm.

-Mm-hmm.

-[wife] Mmm.

-Whoa.

-Oh, I know.

Oof. Mmm.

God, he's very handsome,

all right.

What? He's a child.

-[chuckles]

-Leave him alone, woman.

You're not looking

too bad yourself there.

-I remember that guy.

-Remember?

He's still here, you know?

Uh, he's standing right next to you.

-[Rick on video] Danny Wilson!

-What was Danny Wilson like?

He was incredible.

He heard some of my songs.

He said

they were insanely catchy.

Were they his actual words?

Yeah, well, they were

words to that effect. Yeah.

["Big Soul" continues]

[fan gasps]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh

Ah

[car horn honks]

Ooh

Ah

Baby, I really missed you.

The network's being a real

pain in my a*s at the moment.

They want me to take away

the parts of the show

where my character does

her direct address to camera.

What?

Like, a rap feature

on this could be cool.

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

-You hearing that?

-It's like the whole crowd...

-[on computer] Like we're living in

Like we're living in 1984

...can make you tough

Standing out

On the ledge now

I think I'm gonna release

this one as a single.

Terrified

Getting close

To the edge now

It's now or never

You'll never find the words

If you won't talk

You're never gonna run

If you don't walk

You wrote all that

in Ireland? Productive.

It's all supposed to be like

a metaphor for taking a risk.

-It's kind of where I am now, you know?

-Mmm.

-Like a tightrope.

-And, like, a good producer or whatever

just, like, comes and

basically adds all those layers

and takes it

to the next level.

-Definitely.

-Yeah.

A great, great producer,

for sure.

-Yeah.

-Cool.

Okay, play another one.

I want to hear more.

-Yeah?

-Yes! Yeah.

Do you have more wine?

I'm gonna go and get a bottle.

Great.

Yeah.

[footsteps receding]

-[horns honking]

-[sirens wailing in distance]

[knocking on door]

-[Danny] Hey, oh!

-Hey, there he is.

How was

the land of the leprechauns?

Ooh. Careful. Talk like that

will get you canceled.

Or the presidency.

You want a drink or something?

-No, no. I'm good. Thank you.

-All right.

-So, the new stuff, I listened to it.

-What do you think?

-Feels good to me.

-I think it's great.

-But, uh, you know, I don't...

-Um...

I think maybe the label's gonna

feel there's not enough development

from "Impossible" and I know they

really want to see who Danny 2.0 is.

I feel like

we have it in those records.

Well, you know, they're

album tracks, which is great,

-but there's no singles.

-[sighs]

And they want something

they can show people,

"This is you now...

[pops lips] ...Danny Wilson." Right?

Well, they don't know

what they're talking about.

[exhales] There's this meme

going around right now

uh, after your little appearance

at your buddy's wedding.

And the caption

on the meme says...

"Is Danny Wilson fronting

a wedding band now?"

-[chuckles]

-[chuckles]

-It's funny.

-It's hilarious.

Hilarious. But, um...

the thing is,

people aren't that surprised.

[scoffs]

-f*ck you, man.

-That's what you pay me for.

But look, Danny. [sighs]

There's a point at which

being in a boy band

really helps

your solo career, right?

And then there's another point right

after that point where, like...

-[sighs]

-...it's a total f*cking albatross, okay?

Yeah, which point

are we at now, Mac?

We're at the point where you're--

you're-- you're eating f*cking bugs

on a reality TV show, dude,

or you're-- you're making a

guest appearance at a function

as the guy from

"that boy band."

Right now, that's all

I can get you, bud.

[sucks teeth]

That's your-- your outlook?

Your brilliant outlook

on the situation?

-It's great, Mac.

-Dude, I'm on your side.

I'm just trying to tell you.

-[sighs]

-If you want to hold on to the house

and all the cars, and the

stuff, and-- and me, uh...

we're gonna have to

dig deep, buddy.

-[music playing]

-[dog barking]

[interviewer] So I've heard

there's a tour coming up.

-We're going to Germany, Italy.

-[interviewer] You're all set.

We're playing a few shows.

-Poland...

-Yeah.

We're going to Dublin soon,

which I'm really excited

about. I've never been.

So where do you guys see

yourselves in 20 years' time?

Oh, seriously?

Um...

Madison Square Garden.

-[musician 1] That's our guy.

-[musician 2] That's our guy.

-[Rick] Aja!

-f*ck.

Aja, come here!

Come here for a second.

Come here.

I want you

to listen to something.

Will it take long?

-Why? What's happening?

-My life.

No. It won't take long.

But check this out. Come here.

Now, this is rough.

It''s called "Satellite."

It's temporary, right?

I mean, it's just a demo.

-Just play it.

-Yeah. All right.

-[keyboard clicks]

-[Rick playing "Satellite"]

[Rick singing] She laughs

She cries

-You won't catch The tears in her eyes

-Yeah. It'll build.

-She's been hurt before

-[Rick hums along]

-But she hides it away From the world

-I love that part.

-I love that part Right there where it's--

-She's a star

-A star across the heavens

-[Rick hums along]

-A diamond In the black of night

-No.

-Right? Comes in.

-But she doesn't know She's shining

-She's lonely Like a satellite

-All right, now picture this,

like a 30,000 seat arena.

Like, this is...

I think this is

-probably the first song we'd play--

-She's here

-She's gone--

-[music stops]

-It wasn't done!

-No, I get it.

Okay. You get it. And?

Yeah. I-It's good.

It's like music

you and Ma would listen to.

Uh-huh. Right. Well,

Mom has great taste in music.

That's why I married her.

Women aren't lonely

anymore...

like satellites.

-We're not space hardware.

-What?

And we're not interested

in falling in love either.

Okay. All right.

What are you interested in?

Revenge.

-Right. [sighs]

-[phone dinging]

That is a great song.

And a great song

cuts through time.

Can you drop me to Caitlin's?

She's having a party.

When?

Five minutes.

Yes.

[music playing]

[Danny vocalizing]

You're spectacular

[music stops]

[hums]

[humming melody]

[music continues]

[keyboard clicks]

I can't remember

Where we met

Was it February, no

-[birds chirping]

-[sprinkler ticking]

[piano playing]

[Danny humming]

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

[Danny clears throat]

I don't know

What to write...

No.

How to write a song

Without you

Ah, there it is.

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

Every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

Hey.

Hello.

Keep going.

[piano playing]

[humming "How to Write a Song

(Without You)"]

Even when it's rough

When all the wheels

Come off

I never want to slow down

'Cause I don't think

I know how

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

Every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

[breathes shakily]

Who is it about?

It's about you. Of course.

Oh, God. Are you okay?

[chuckles, voice cracking]

Um, sorry.

Um...

Oh, it's just like the most romantic

thing someone's ever said to me.

[breathing shakily]

Wow.

-You have to record that.

-Really?

Yeah. It's like an...

It's like an old-school ballad

or something. It's--

Yeah, but it's not like

a hit though. It's just a...

I mean, it's a nice song.

But it's real.

[crunching]

Ninety euro

for football boots?

-Crazy.

-Yes.

The whole world has gone mad.

[register beeping]

[clerk]

Would you like a receipt?

Yeah, thanks.

["How to Write a Song (Without

You)" playing faintly]

[Danny singing] How to

write a song Without you

Every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

Every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

[keyboard clacking]

[mouse clicks]

[Danny singing]

And even when it's rough

When all the wheels

Come off

I never wanna slow down

'Cause I don't think

I'd know how

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you...

Well?

It's lovely.

Why are we listening to it?

How to write a song

Without you

Come...

You don't recognize it?

-Should I?

-[music stops]

[stammers] Of course. Yes, you should.

That's my f*cking chorus. And verse.

-Are you serious?

-You wrote that?

[stammers]

I sung it for you.

-You don't remember?

-When?

-Uh, well, I mean, it would've been--

-I don't remember that.

A lot of music gets played around here.

You couldn't remember the half of it.

Look at that. It's already

up to two million views.

Thing just came out yesterday.

I like what he did with it.

It's pretty good.

Are we gonna be rich?

Huh?

[Danny singing, muffled]

How do I

How do I

You never did show me how

Yeah

How do I

You never did tell me

How do I, you never did--

[music stops]

So who'd

the idea originate with?

Me.

-Did I never play this for you guys?

-No.

Are you sure it wasn't his idea and

you just sorta busked it with him?

Because that's a f*cking

great song right there.

Yeah.

Well, it's 'cause he's got some

big shot producer juicing it up.

And he came up with a really nice bridge,

but the core of that song is mine.

-Well, do you have a demo for it?

-Yeah, can we have a listen?

Uh, yeah. I-- I... probably.

I mean, I have to look. [exhales]

-Really?

-I-I could never finish it,

so I didn't even...

So has anyone

heard this song, Rick?

-Uh, I played it for you, right?

-Yes.

-Well, at least that's something.

-Probably.

-Jesus. Well, did he, or didn't he?

-I can't remember, Binzer.

I'm not in f*cking court,

okay?

So what you're saying is,

he's stolen your song,

but you have

no recording of it.

And no one,

including your own bandmates,

has ever heard it apart from

your stoner ex-con mate,

who might have heard it.

-You were in prison, Sandy?

-And your 14-year-old daughter,

who can't remember it.

That's not

a great look, Rick.

Come on, lads. Back to work.

When you find it,

let us know, yeah?

Well, congratulations, yeah?

Good song.

-Don't mind them.

-[drums playing]

[Sandy] Oh, yeah. Bingo.

[line ringing]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[phone ringing]

Hello, M.D.P.

How may I direct your call?

[Rick] Yeah, hi.

Uh, can I speak with, uh, Mac, please?

[receptionist] Who is calling?

Uh, Rick Power. I'm calling

from Dublin, Ireland.

I'm a friend of Danny's.

May I ask

what it's in connection with?

Um, actually, well, I'd rather you not.

[chuckles] It's a personal matter.

I can't forward your call

-unless you state your business, Mr. Power.

-Uh...

-[whispers] He stole your tunes, bro.

-Can you repeat that?

-Wilson thieved his song--

-Sorry. Yeah, no, uh, it's about a...

It's in relation to a co-write

between myself and Danny Wilson.

Thank you so much.

I can leave a message

for Mac's team, if you like?

No, you want to speak

to Mac directly.

I'd really like to speak

to Mac directly.

Mr. Darling is not available.

-You're just lying now.

-Hey.

-Excuse me?

-Put Mac on the phone--

Hey, all right.

Sorry. Hello? Hello? Hello?

So-- Hello? Hell--

Oh,

Jesus f*cking Christ, Sandy!

[sighs]

[phone dialing]

-Twenty-five million views.

-[line ringing]

You shouldn't speak to

anyone from his organization

until you've got

some legal advice, Dad.

I ju-- I'm--

I need to talk to Danny.

I need to remind him

that half that song is mine.

He's already

released the song, Dad.

I think it's safe to say he doesn't

think you're owed a credit on it.

[Sandy]

He stole your tune, bro.

I'm telling you,

he's a good guy.

I just-- I just need

to talk to him.

Look, if it is your song,

you need a lawyer

to explain

what your options are now.

What do you mean "if"?

[line continues ringing]

-Yeah.

-[line clicks] Hello, M.D.P.

-How may I direct your call?

-f*cking idiots.

[lawyer 1] Do you have any

record of this song being yours

in the public domain?

-Like a performance on YouTube?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Instagram?

Annotated music

released on the Internet?

-No. No, I don't.

-Uh-huh.

Oof.

Yeah, so what are my options?

I'm afraid you don't have

any options, Mr. Power.

Legally speaking.

-What about illegally speaking?

-Okay.

[Aja]

So then it just gets sticky...

-[footsteps receding]

-[wife] Hey! Go on.

But anyway, so it was

really funny. In school...

[Rick singing] Who do

you trouble When you're--

-Come on, where are you?

-[mouse clicking]

She laughs--

Nope. Come on, I know you're

in here somewhere. Come on.

-[mouse clicks]

-In the daytime Your little bus--

Any luck?

-It's gotta be here somewhere, Rachel.

-[music playing]

Maybe you have

a recording on your laptop.

No, I checked.

Do you want to take a break

and go for a drink?

-Mm-mm. Just... not now.

-Okay.

-I'll be down in a minute.

-Okay.

[mouse clicks]

Where are you, you f--

-It's a long way to--

-[mouse clicks]

-This?

-We gon--

[mouse clicks]

-No.

-Taking pictures in this--

[mouse clicks]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

-["Mary's Prayer" by Danny Wilson playing]

-[line clicks]

[receptionist] Mac Darling Productions.

Please hold.

Any luck, Rick?

Not yet, Andy.

Do you know

what you should do?

Have a Guinness.

-This is M.D.P.

-Great idea.

Our offices are currently closed,

but please leave a message.

Hi, this is Rick Power

calling for Mac Darling.

Again. Call me back, please.

["Life in the Fast Lane"

by Eagles playing]

Cheers.

This another one of your hits,

Rick?

[chuckles]

["Life in the Fast Lane"

continues]

[bell ringing]

He was a hardheaded man

He was brutally handsome

And she was

Terminally pretty

-[Mac] Yo, yo, yo!

-Yo!

-What up?

-[Mac] What's up, my dog?

-You're looking at it.

-Uh-huh.

-Hey, uh, can I get a sec?

-Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Can you take me down, please?

-Let's bring Danny down, please.

-Danny is coming down, guys.

Um, do you know

this guy called Rick Power?

Oh, yeah, the wedding singer

guy from George's wedding.

Yeah, the guy you ended up

on YouTube with.

Thank you.

So he says, um... [chuckles]

...that he co-wrote the song.

[chuckles]

-What?

-Yeah.

-What is this, sausage rolls?

-Ooh.

-[clears throat]

-Is this vegan?

-Mmm. Pretty good.

-Huh, it's not bad.

Yeah, he says you guys were

jamming after the wedding

and, uh, that's where

the song was written.

I mean, we had a few beers.

We-- we jammed a bit, but...

Mmm.

But you didn't play

any version of "How to

Write a Song (Without You)"

while you were jamming?

I mean, I can't really

remember, you know?

-Okay. You're not certain?

-We were pretty banged up.

-[chuckles]

-Mmm.

Was anyone else there?

Mmm. No. Just the two of us.

And there's no recording,

no video, nothing like that?

Definitely not.

We called ASCAP,

BMI, SoundExchange.

There's no record

of any previous song.

Guy's just a fantasist.

Mmm. That's a bummer.

He was a nice guy, you know?

-Gave him my guitar.

-Mmm.

Well, you know,

nice guy, whatever.

I still gotta muzzle him,

so, um, best thing,

just don't text him, no calls,

no messages, nothing.

-Just let me do my thing.

-Yeah. All right.

Okay, buddy.

I'll see you out there.

We''re ready, Mr. Wilson.

[crew member speaking

indistinctly] Let's reset...

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

-[Mac] Rick Power.

-Yeah?

Mac Darling,

Mac Darling Productions.

-Finally, thank you!

-Yeah.

You've been

quite keen to get in touch.

[Rick] Right. Yes.

Thanks for calling.

How are ya, Rick?

What can I do you for?

Uh, well,

I wanted to talk to Danny.

What's it concerning?

Uh, the song,

"How to Write a Song (Without You)."

Yeah. Great tune. Big hit.

That's right.

Well, I wrote that big hit.

Okay. Yeah.

That's what they said

you were gonna say.

I wrote it. Ask Danny.

-I did.

-And what did he say?

"Who is Rick Power?"

He said that?

I've got a lawyer's letter

on its way to you right now.

We have established

that there is no public record

of anything in your songbook

even slightly resembling

"How to Write a Song

(Without You)."

But if you continue

to harass my client

or choose to make

your bogus claims in public,

we will come down on you

like a ton of f*cking bricks.

Legally speaking.

Now if you don't mind, I have to

make another four of these calls.

Don't call my office again.

[line clicks]

[Danny singing]

We're both in for a ride

So hold on to me tight

It's out of

Our control now

And even when it's rough

And all the wheels come off

I never wanna slow down...

...back to the show.

Yeah, I know. Ow!

-Good to be back.

-Yeah.

-Ten... Ten years...

-Yeah.

-...of the show.

-It's ten years that... Yeah.

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

-Without you

-[fan] "How to Write a Song."

[fan 2]

"How to Write a Song" is the--

[fan 3]

It's a beautiful ballad.

When every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

This could be

The song that saves me

Or this could be

My albatross

But if this is

All I've got...

[fan 4]

Will Danny win a Grammy?

[fan 5]

Will Danny win a Grammy?

How do I

You never did tell me

How do I

You never did help me

How do I

You never did show me how

Yeah

[band members singing]

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending out an SOS

Sending in

The summer of '69!

-[guests cheering]

-Hey! All right!

Whoo!

-Let's hear it for Aisling and Laura!

-Whoo!

It's wonderful to be here

to celebrate the wedding

of two incredible people.

And, you know,

a successful marriage

is acknowledging the other

person in a partnership

for the hard work they do

and, uh...

giving them credit

for keeping this thing afloat.

And let's keep

this party afloat.

Let's have

a joyous celebration

until the sun burns us

off this planet.

-Yeah.

-Okay.

That's a joke. But not really,

'cause that is happening.

What should we sing?

What do you guys want to do?

-Shut up. Just sing.

-Hey. Hi. Sorry.

-Uh, can I just make a request?

-Hmm?

Could you play "How to

Write a Song (Without You)"?

-It's just... It's her favorite song.

-We don't do that song.

-[scoffs] Come on. Everyone knows it.

-No, no.

You know, "How to..."

-"How to Write a Song (Without You)"?

-Yeah.

It's not on our list.

We don't play that song.

-It's not on our list.

-Seriously? Just for the slow dance?

We sent you the list.

You approved the list.

You looked at the list,

and then you said, "Yeah.

We'd love for you guys to play

our wedding with those songs."

If you want to pick a song from that

list, and we'll be more than happy to--

Okay, thank you all so much.

Cheers, lads.

-Kyle, Kyle, let's go.

-What should we do?

-You want to do one of the other songs?

-No, we're singing the song.

"Summer of '69"?

-[Binzer] Just f*cking sing.

-We're playing it?

-Shut that sh*t down, Binzer.

-Sing the song, Rick.

-Do your job.

-Play it.

-Hey.

-Cut it out.

Bernie.

-Sing the... f*ck you and...

-Shut up. Stop--

Sing it!

Sing the f*cking song!

-[Aisling exclaims]

-[Binzer, Rick grunting]

Oh, my God! Don't film this!

That's my song! [shouts]

[Binzer] Calm the f*ck down!

[guests gasp]

[guest] Oh, my God!

Well done, Rick.

Look at that poor, young woman.

Are you happy now? That is it.

You stupid prick.

You are fired!

I quit your shitty band!

[guests gasping]

Yeah, I quit too.

Sandy, for once in your miserable

life, would you quit following me?

Please,

just leave me the f*ck alone!

[gasping]

Yeah,

thanks a mill, you prick!

["Up De Flats"

by Gemma Dunleavy playing]

Mmm.

Mmm. Grab one more.

Wanna take it easy there?

It's nonalcoholic.

Relax.

Shouting up the flats

From the roof tops

I engraved me name on...

[DJ] And I better play this because

everybody's been asking me today.

The former boy band star back with

his much-anticipated new single.

This is Danny Wilson.

-[Rachel] For f*ck's sake.

-I couldn't Get the sound out

I never want to

Find out

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

-[giggles] Come on, Rick. Join in.

-How to write a song

Without you

Don't turn it up!

Turn it off.

[Aja] Dad, watch out!

You're gonna hit...

-[Rick gasps]

-[Aja screams]

[Rick] I got it! I got it!

-[Aja screaming]

-[Rick] It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!

[song ends]

[nurse] The Power family?

-You're good to go.

-[Rachel] Thanks.

[automated voice]

Doors closing.

[door closes]

Do you want tea?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

-You need to leave for a while.

-All right, Rach.

[stammering]

-Rachel.

-I don't want to hear it.

-Drink driving your family home.

-No, I wasn't drunk.

-Just get the f*ck out...

-I wasn't drunk. They tested me.

I was trying to turn

the song off the radio.

Oh, my God! If I hear one more

word about that f*cking song!

We've got the bills

going through the roof.

-[Rick] Uh-huh. Yeah.

-School fees, and you!

You got fired from your band for

scrapping at a f*cking wedding!

Do you know what?

Paid for that whole f*cking school

if I'd gotten the money I

deserved from writing that song!

Stop! Stop, stop, stop!

Stop dreaming, Rick!

I'm not dreaming!

Did you say, "Stop dreaming"?

-Yes, I did.

-No. I'm not dreaming.

I k*lled my dreams,

and I stayed here for you and for her.

What did I even

give them up for?

[Rachel] If you had

gone back to America,

you'd be playing

Madison Square Garden by now?

Yeah. Madison Square.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Who knows?

Yeah, it might be that simple.

Because all you need is one great idea.

And I had it. I had it.

I wrote a number one song,

and I'm living in a shoebox with

two women who don't believe me.

But I wrote a song

I wrote a song

I wrote that song

-I wrote a song.

-Well, f*cking prove it, Rick.

[Rick] Yeah, f*ck this.

[keys jingling]

[footsteps receding]

[door slams]

[keypad clicking]

-[gulls squawking]

-[car horns honking]

[busker singing

"Falling Slowly"]

Words fall through me

Always fool me

[heckler] Go on, Ed Sheeran.

And I can't react

[heckler]

We're mad keen about ya.

[heckler 2] f*ck' hell.

And games

That never amount

To more than they're worth

Will play--

-Oy!

-[hecklers giggling]

[coins clinking]

[laughing]

Hey! What, you're not gonna...

What are you gonna do?

[tuning guitar]

[doorbell rings]

[Sandy] The f*ck is... [sighs]

[door creaking]

[Sandy] Oh, for f*ck's sake.

-Hey.

-Yes?

-I had nowhere else to go.

-Wow.

So you call round here because you

think, "He's Sandy.

Yeah, he'll look after me,

let me sleep on his couch,

smoke his weed," yeah?

No, that's-that's... that's not

why I'm here, brother.

No, no, no.

Don't "brother" me.

You just expect Sandy

to always be there for you.

Living with his ma,

plucking on his guitar,

no hopes and dreams of his own,

no interior life that Sandy may have.

Just a sidekick

in your f*cking show.

You're right.

You're right. [mutters]

-Sorry.

-Yeah.

f*ck off with yourself.

-[phone chimes]

-f*cking hell, who's this?

[sighs] That's Aja texting me.

What? What'd she say?

She says,

"Tell me da I believe him."

[sighs]

[breathes shakily]

[voice trembling] Oh, Jaysus.

[sniffles] No.

[crying]

Ah, here he is.

Come here. Bring it in.

Here's your Sandy.

Come on, let's fast-track

this sh*t. Come on.

Yeah? It's all right.

-I'm here. Yeah?

-[Rick crying]

I'm sorry I yelled at you,

and I'm sorry...

I said your life was miserable.

You got a great life.

[Rick sniffles]

[Sandy] Jeez, I'm glad nobody's

around to see this monkey business.

[chuckles] Me too.

[both sniffle]

-You ready?

-Yep.

-Good. Time for a little payback.

-Big time.

-That's right. For my song.

-Your song, baby.

My f*cking song.

Who the f*ck

do they think we are?

Two muppets who'd

take this sh*t lying down?

-Not anymore.

-That is not what my forefathers died for.

-Let's do this.

-That's right. Get your passport.

Okay.

Wait, why?

Because if he won't engage with

us, we'll engage with him.

Let him hide under a rock.

We'll flip over every rock

in LA till we find him.

In California like?

Mmm.

-Well, that's where LA is.

-But that's f*cking miles away.

Yeah, I know. You were just

talking about our forefathers.

-What do you mean?

-What about me ma, though?

-She can't come.

-I can't just leave her here.

Sandy, you're really

k*lling the momentum here.

Yeah. Wait there.

Mam? I need to borrow your car.

I'm off to Los Angeles.

[car engine starts]

["Accounting"

by Mik Pyro playing]

So the kid's playing three

shows in LA starting tonight.

What are you gonna say

to him if you find him?

I won't know

until I look him in the eyes.

And if words don't work,

when will the violence be starting?

-What violence?

-What?

What violence?

I don't know.

["Accounting" continues]

-Ay, yeah.

-[baby crying]

-[laughing]

-[baby continues crying]

Ay, yeah.

Ay, he's a stupid prick.

[crowd cheering]

[Danny] Thank you!

Los Angeles, you have been

absolutely incredible tonight.

[crowd cheering]

All right, it's time for story time.

Story time.

About a year ago,

I was in Ireland at a hotel.

I met this guy,

and he played me this next song.

[keyboard playing]

[Danny] He's a great songwriter,

who's an even better guy

and he helped me, uh,

turn this song into a smash.

[cheering intensifies]

And he's here tonight,

all the way from the Emerald Isle.

Give it up for Rick Power!

[crowd cheering, applauding]

[Danny] Love you, man.

[Danny, Rick

speaking indistinctly]

Rick Power!

[crowd cheering]

[Danny]

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

[fan whistling]

When every song I ever wrote

In my life

Is about you

[Danny] Rick Power!

[crowd cheering]

-[song continues playing]

-[no audible dialogue]

[crowd booing]

[electric guitar playing]

[crowd chanting]

Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish!

Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish!

-Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish!

-[voice, distant] Rubbish?

[flight attendant]

You have rubbish?

-[baby crying]

-Your trash, please?

[baby continues crying]

[Danny] Should we just

cut that guy a check?

What guy?

Uh, the wedding guy.

I mean,

he's a decent writer.

And he was in the room.

It just might be

a cool thing to do.

You told me to k*ll it,

so that's what we did.

Where there''s a hit,

there's a writ, Danny.

-[scoffs, chuckles]

-I can't tell you

how many times I've had to

deal with these jokers

with their f*cking hands

in my clients' pockets.

It makes me sick.

Yeah. No, I hear you.

And also, I mean, you don't want

that story coming out, you know?

"Huge pop star steals

wedding singer's song."

It's not a good look.

[chuckles]

-But I didn't steal the song.

-No.

I know you didn't steal the song.

Of course you didn't steal the song.

-You made the song what it is.

-Yes.

You made it great, you know?

Where do artists

get their ideas?

Who knows? It's just alchemy.

Throwing sh*t at the wall

to see what sticks.

-Yeah.

-That's your genius.

[chuckles] Yeah.

[Sandy] LA, baby.

Home of the Sunset Strip.

-Whisky a Go Go.

-The Roxy.

-Laurel Canyon.

-Chateau Marmont.

[upbeat music playing]

Other things pertaining to LA.

How are you doing, darling?

That's right!

[Danny singing]

[crowd cheering]

[Danny]

We're both in for a ride

So hold on to me tight

It's out of

Our control now

And even when it's rough

When all the wheels

Come off

I never want to slow down

'Cause I don't think

I'd know how

[Danny, crowd]

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

When every song I ever wrote

In my life

Is about you

-[fans] Please!

-No, it's not gonna happen.

-I got a... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-You on the guest list?

-All right.

-Yeah? That was...

[Rick] Oh, boy.

[fans chattering]

Hi. Uh, Rick Power.

I'm a friend of Danny's.

From Ireland.

Let me just have a look.

-I'm not seeing anything here.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-[Rick] He always does this.

Let me call him.

Although he does turn his phone off

after a show a lot of the times.

-[line ringing]

-Dude! You idiot.

You forgot

to give my name again.

[chuckles] I know. It's okay.

Don't worry about it. You're forgiven.

Okay. You sure?

You want me to just head back there?

All right. He says

I should just go back there.

Okay. Can I speak with him?

Thank you. Please.

Hello, Mr. Wilson?

[Sandy] Hello, security.

Danny Wilson, what's up?

Yeah, hi. I have

a Rick Powder here for you.

-Power.

-Yeah, the Power Point.

He's a good buddy of mine

from Dublin, Ireland.

He's got a guitar

he's bringing up to me.

You just send him right up.

He's always smacking my ba*ls about

not putting him on the list, guy.

And... Oh, wait.

And his other buddy who's coming along.

[stammering] Cool guy,

in a couple of seconds.

Okay, um, will I just take

them to the Green Room?

Hello, listen.

Yeah, you should take them

to the Green Room

because otherwise,

I will have you...

I will fire you.

[chuckles]

That was just awesome.

Yeah?

-Thank you for that.

-Yeah. [chuckles] Sure it was.

Hey, solid work, bro.

[Rick] f*ck' Sandy.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Are we in?

Uh, surprisingly, no.

-What?

-No.

For some reason,

they didn't buy it.

Rick?

-Wait, Barbara?

-[Barbara] Yeah.

-From Ashdrum Castle.

-No way! Oh, my...

[Barbara laughs]

Hey!

George, how are you doing?

-Oh, my God.

-What are you guys doing here?

-Uh...

-We were just in town,

and Danny told us to come

to the party after the show.

Yeah, except, uh,

he didn't tell us where it is.

Oh. Well, it's...

[whispers] ...it's not actually here.

It's at his house.

[whispers] Oh, no, no, no.

I know. No, no.

He told me about that,

I don't know the address.

-Oh. Well, you'll just come with us.

-Yeah.

-[Sandy] Really?

-We'll all go together.

-Yeah. Yeah.

-We go with them?

-Come with us.

-Yeah!

-[Rick] You sure?

-[Barbara] Absolutely.

-[George] Danny'll be super excited.

-Great!

-He hasn't been able to shut up...

-Yeah.

...about how much he enjoyed

playing with you guys.

-Uh, I'll text him.

-No, you know what? Let's surprise him.

-You know what?

-Yes. That is--

-Danny loves surprises. Yeah.

-[Rick chuckling] Yeah.

[Barbara]

How's the band going?

[gentle music playing]

[Barbara whoops] Let's go.

-Let's get this party started. [laughs]

-[George] We're ready.

[Barbara] Oh, thanks, darling.

["Make a Change" playing]

[partygoers chattering,

laughing]

-The only way I know for sure

-Hey!

To change the way

We live together

We gonna

Get it back to love

Yeah, we got to live it

The only thing

I know for sure...

Look,

I need to get him on his own

so let's split up and meet back

here in 15 minutes or so, okay?

-Let's move out.

-All right.

Hey, Sandy.

Keep your sh*t together.

And once again We get a

chance To make a difference

Don't let it

Go to waste

I know it takes believing

But we still have the chance

To learn from our mistakes

Excuse me.

We don't have to

Stay the same

Let's change the rules

Of the game

["b*llet" by HYYTS playing]

Hey, stranger. Want a shot?

-[Sandy] What do you got?

-It's tequila.

I'd love to, but I'm actually

here on business, so.

Is that accent from Ireland?

-Not just the accent, the whole body.

-[chuckles]

Do a shot with me.

-[sighs] You're, like, really authentic.

-No.

First time I've heard of an

Irish guy turning down a drink.

Are you sure

you're the real thing?

[pop rock music playing]

[laughing]

I know.

Who was that?

[partygoer 1 giggling]

It's right up here.

[partygoer 1 giggling]

[chattering]

[partygoer 2]

This way. This way.

[glasses clinking]

[partygoers chattering]

Jesus Christ, look at that

Cherry Burst Gibson Les Paul.

What I wouldn't give

for a ride on that pony.

[whispers]

What about this pony?

[playing riff]

[cheering]

[rock music playing, muffled]

-[partygoers giggling]

-[Danny chuckles]

[Danny] Mmm.

-[giggling continues]

-[Danny speaking indistinctly]

You know,

I have spent half my life

wondering what those lights

would look like

from this view.

And, uh, now that I see them

they look almost less real.

-Rick.

-Hey.

-Uh, wh-what...

-I was in town. Thought I'd drop by.

[chuckles]

Hi.

Ladies, would you mind giving

me and Rick a minute to chat?

I'll just meet you

back downstairs, okay?

Just be a minute.

It's good

to see you, man.

I thought we might jam

with my, uh, cool guitar.

Yeah. Okay.

Look, I'm sorry we haven't had

a minute to catch up.

Oh, come on. What are you...

With your schedule? Are you crazy?

Come on. This is

your moment, Danny.

You gotta seize it, you know?

Grab it. You gotta grab it

with both hands.

-Both hands.

-Right?

You gotta grab everything

that's in front of you,

and don't let go.

[smacks lips]

And how are you doing?

Well, I lost my band,

you know.

And, um,

I'm losing my family.

Yeah. [sighs]

I can feel it.

I'm losing

my grip on reality.

-Mm-hmm.

-I don't even make music anymore.

And all for what?

For a stupid f*cking song.

-Yeah. By the way, hey. Sorry.

-[clears throat]

So rude. Forget what...

How about you? How are you doing?

Hey, the new EP.

That dropped hard.

Wow. You're finally

finding your voice, man.

-Getting there.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-I mean...

"How to Write a Song

(Without You)"...

It's, what, 500 million views

last time I checked.

Feeling good about

yourself, I'll bet.

What do you want, Rick?

[guitar playing riff]

Who the f*ck is this guy?

Some crazy Irish guy.

Turned up with his buddy a while ago.

[Mac] How'd they get in?

[security guard] They were

with George and Barbara.

Where's his buddy?

Whoo!

Irish?

Who's got eyes on Danny?

Dude!

Danny?

[security guard] We need you.

What do I want?

I want you to

look me in the eye

and I want you to tell me,

say it out loud to my face.

That's what I want. That's all I need.

I need to know I'm not crazy.

Tell you what?

[stammers]

That you-you stole the song that

we worked on. That was my...

That was my song.

So this is a... [chuckles]

-It's a f*cking shakedown?

-No.

I don't want anything from you

except the truth.

-Mm-hmm.

-I need the truth. I need the truth.

So tell me. Tell me.

-Say it to me. Tell me.

-Okay.

-You're f*cking crazy, dude.

-Say it to my face.

-You're f*cking crazy.

-Say it...

Say it to my face! Hey!

Say it to my face!

Why didn't you call me?

[Mac] Danny?

I would've taken anything.

A third!

I would've taken

just a piece.

Having my name on that song

would've changed my life.

Okay, keep your voice down.

[shouting] It would've

changed my life!

It would've changed my life!

[Danny exclaims, grunts]

Danny! Danny!

-[Rick gasps]

-[Mac] Danny!

-[Rick] No!

-[Mac] Danny?

[grunting]

[Mac] Danny, where are you?

[leaves rustle]

[grunting]

Danny?

[groans]

[Rick] Danny?

Danny?

-You f*ck!

-[grunts]

Come here.

-f*ck me, huh? Huh? Huh?

-Hey!

[screaming] Damn it!

Jesus!

You come into my house,

into my f*cking bedroom,

throw me off a f*cking roof,

and you pull this bullshit excuse!

Huh?

Do you think it is easy to

turn a song into a f*cking hit?

Huh? Oh, yeah! No, you...

So you admit it? Huh? You admit it!

You sit there with your little

guitar plunking out your little tune,

-some bullshit song--

-That's right!

-You have no idea!

-That's right! It's mine!

It's mine!

Go ahead! You admit it!

You have never once in your life

written a song, and had it chart,

and then all of a sudden,

you're f*cking Elton John,

you m*therf*cker!

-You don't understand how hard this is!

-Yes, I do! Of course I do!

Danny, you k*lled it.

You crushed it on that song.

-But why wasn't it enough?

-Shut the f*ck up.

Listen to me. You're just

a crazy f*cking lunatic

who got to spend

one night playing guitar

with a guy who could

actually f*cking do it.

-Who could actually turn a song...

-Oh, my...

...into a f*cking

worldwide f*cking smash!

[panting]

You know what kept me sane

when I thought I was...

Oh, this is sane?

...losing my mind?

It was knowing that you

couldn't write that song.

-I knew it.

-Why couldn't I?

Why can't I?

Because you think

it's a love song.

Yeah. Well, it is

a f*cking love song.

No. I wrote that song for my

daughter when she was two.

She was a baby.

I was scared to death

when she was born.

All I wanted to do was get on the

road, follow my band, get out of there.

But I knew.

I knew in my heart.

I knew that I would never write

another song if I hadn't stayed.

And I stayed.

Thank God I stayed.

It was the greatest decision

I ever made in my life.

[chuckles] Well,

you can't take that from me.

-Rick, I--

-And I really liked you, Danny.

That's the...

There was no bullshit.

You know, man, I thought...

You seemed real.

I am real.

No. You were

just out of context.

I am f*cking real.

Are you?

Okay, maybe...

I just wanted it so bad,

you know?

-It's... Somewhere I...

-Yeah. Yeah.

-I just lost the...

-No, no. I know. I know. I know.

-Hey! Danny, what's up, buddy?

-I know. I know.

You just lost what, though? Tell me.

Finish what you were saying.

-Is everything okay?

-I'm fine. I can't.

[Rick] Finish what

you were saying, though.

[Mac] That's him.

f*ck him up.

-Wait, what were you gonna say?

-No! Hey!

-Hey! Hey!

-Danny!

-f*ck.

-You don't owe this guy anything.

-[Rick] I don't want anything!

-Wait!

-I don't want anything!

-Hey, amigo.

[Rick] I don''t want anything!

I don't want anything!

[grunting, groaning]

[Danny] Go, Rick! Go!

["Outside"

by George Michael playing]

You okay?

-Did you see?

-They went this way.

I think I'm done

With the sofa

I think I'm done

With the hall

[both yelp]

I think I'm done

With the kitchen table, baby

-Let's go outside

-Let's go outside

In the sunshine

I know you want to

But you can't say yes

-Let's go outside

-Let's go outside

-[both panting]

-[coughs]

[chuckling]

You'd think with all that money,

they'd hire a better security team.

Yeah. No kidding.

I battered

the three of them.

[chuckles] Thanks for

saving my a*s back there.

-Semper fi, Rick.

-[chuckles]

Never leave a good man behind.

Okay, just a minute,

I'm bursting for a piss.

[shouting]

That was f*cking wild!

-Flow, baby.

-[urine splashing]

Flow like the river.

A river of piss.

Whoo!

-So? How did it go?

-[belt buckle jingling]

-It went.

-Did he confess?

Did you get something?

I got what I needed.

[both chuckle]

["The Best Things in Life Are

Free" by The Ink Spots playing]

-Let's go home, Sandman.

-[chuckles]

[Sandy] So how many millions?

What, three? Four?

Or are we just talking

hundreds of thousands?

Give me a figure. A number.

[Rick] I don't know exactly

what the figure would be.

The stars

Belong to everyone

They gleam there

For you and me

The flowers in spring

The robins that sing

The sunbeams that shine

They're yours

They're mine

And love can come

To everyone...

What happened?

Where have you been?

You know Los Angeles?

What?

I had to go.

I had to see him,

Rachel.

I had to see him

face-to-face.

And? Did you get anything?

I got nothing.

[chuckles] I got...

I got nothing.

f*cking little sh*t.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Wait a minute. Hold on.

So you...

you believe me?

We got robbed.

What are you gonna do?

It's just a lifetime of pain,

and in the end,

you don't even win a cent.

I won a long time ago.

That song wouldn't even exist

without you.

Hey, Dad.

[Rick] Hey, Aja.

Did you get me anything

in LA?

I did. I got you a beautiful key

chain that says "Hollywood" on it.

I got it at the airport,

but I left it in Sandy's car.

-Sandy?

-Yeah. Sandy went with me.

-Yes, of course he did. Yeah.

-Yeah.

Maybe don't check the bank

account for a little while.

Which reminds me, I've gotta

get my job back, so...

get out of my way.

Thanks, Aja.

The sunbeams that shine

They're yours

They're mine

And love can come

To everyone

[no audible dialogue]

The best things in life

Are free

[music fades]

[Danny] ...spectacular

[crowd cheering, applauding]

[sighs]

-Crushed it. What a gig.

-We did it.

-How many we have in the building tonight?

-15K plus.

[band playing "Maneater"]

[band member] Jaysus. Really?

Didn't we play this sh*thole,

like, ten years ago?

Well, you gotta start again

somewhere.

[Rick] Watch out, boy

She'll chew you up

Oh-oh here she comes

She's a maneater

Oh-oh here she comes

She's a maneater

Ooh, she'll chew you up

Oh-oh here she comes

Here she comes

She's a maneater

[Rick] All right! Thank you!

Thanks so much!

What a crowd.

Seriously.

I think you're the best

we've had all year, I think.

-Wouldn't you say?

-Yeah!

-[drumroll]

-[crowd cheering]

That's right!

-Well done. Well done, you!

-[guest] Yeah!

All right. Well, this

next song is a request...

-[crowd woos]

-...from Siobhan.

[chuckles]

She said this was playing the night

that, uh, she and Declan met.

[crowd] Aw.

By the looks of things,

that went very well.

-[crowd cheering]

-Coming through, coming through, guys.

And that's the encore,

everybody.

Have a good show, man.

Good show. Good show.

Good show, everybody.

[cheering continues]

All right. Encore. You ready?

Let's do this, man.

It's the Garden.

[Rick] I guess, uh,

that's what a good song can do, right?

It has the ability to mean many different

things to many different people.

Well, I know what this song

means to me.

So, uh, congratulations, guys.

If I was losing you

If we were losing us

The silence

Would be so loud

There'd be no words

To write

And even if I tried

I couldn't

Get the sound out

I never want to find out

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

When every song

I ever wrote in my life...

-[crowd cheering]

-Hold up, guys.

-Thank you.

-[cheering subsides]

[fan 1] We love you, Danny!

So this song...

[fan 2] We got you, Danny!

You're great. You got it, Danny!

This song changed my life.

[crowd cheering]

If I was losing you

If we were losing us

The silence

Would be so loud

There'd be no words to cry

And even if I tried

I couldn't

Get the sound out...

[Rick's voice]

I never want to find out

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

[Rick] And you know what?

It's not about the song.

Or who wrote the song.

It's about the people

listening to the song.

Whether that's 20,000 people

or just two people.

We're both in for a ride

So hold on to me tight

It's out of

Our control now

And even when it's rough

When all the wheels

Come off

I never want to slow down

'Cause I don't think

I know how

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

When every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

This could be

The song that saves me

Or this could be

My albatross

But this is all I've got

Hey

How do I

You never did tell me

How do I

You never did help me

Smile for the camera there,

Rachel.

-How do I, you never did Show me how

-Yeah, say hello.

You gonna sing a song for me,

birthday girl?

-I'm not!

-You're not?

How do I

You never did tell me

How do I

You never did help me...

Cheer up, Rachel.

How do I

You never did show me how

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

-Without you

-That sounds good, Rick! Yeah!

-How to write a song

-What is it?

Without you

How to write a song

Without you

How to write a song

How to write a song

How to write a song

Without you

-Without you

-Mum!

When every song

I ever wrote in my life

Is about you

Don't go

Thinking that I'm...

Hey, man.

Whoa! Thank you, man!

[Rick] In the daytime Yellow

buses With their lights on

Keep sighing at the rain

And the music's drunk

And spills out of the bars

Onto the streets

A million songs I know

But every song's about a boy

Who had to save himself

Save himself and go

It's a long way

From Dublin to LA

From Dublin to LA

It's a lone, long way

Took a drive down the 405

Turned right on National

Bought some green From a beach

punk on stilts With a weird guitar

White waves were coming in

And the dolphins were Dancing

on the sunset Like we used to do

And all the girls

Looked like movie stars

But none of them were you

It's true

It's a long way to fall

From the streets

To the stars

From the long nights

To lost boulevards

From the girl

With the smile

That can dance

With your heart

To the eyes

That seem so far away

It's a long way

From Dublin to LA

It's a lone, long way

Too many miles

Cross an ocean

To get to you

From Dublin to LA

It's a long way from you

A long way from me

A long, lonely way

From Dublin to LA

It's a long way from you

A long way from me

A long, lonely way

That's right

From Dublin to LA

It's a long way from you

A long way from me

A long, lonely way

From Dublin to LA

It's a long way from you

A long way from me

A long, lonely way

From Dublin to LA

It's a long way from you

A long way from me

A long, lonely way

From Dublin to LA

It's a long way from you

A long way from me

A long, lonely way

From Dublin to LA

["Accounting"

by Mik Pyro playing]

The way you sleep

Is so expl*sive

The way you laugh

Is so corrosive

You control me with magic

Science, language

I don't really know much

You could maybe

Clean the floor once

Wash the windows

Decorate the door

You got a lotta trinkets

Got a lot of idiots

What are they for?

You got a lotta more

Or less

You won't give me the floor

To address

The mob with your requests

For clemency

Your enemies

Are well-respected veterans

Experts in medieval modes

Of penitence

I never wanted to rehearse

I never wanted to be next

I don't have a lotta drive

Put on the breaks

Wanna get out and stretch

I might drink a little beer

I might smoke a little sess

You're eager to weep

For the broken amongst us

You see it as a jest

I''ve done a lot of coke

But

I don't do a lot of coping

I'm done with agitation

Dreaming about nations

Done with all the hoping

I don't do a lot of voting

More about the blow pigs

Tramadol princesses

Can I get a toke

Of some Pseudo Cali smoke

Faux potentate in dope?

Inestimable

Inestimable

Inestimable

You're gonna make a k*lling

Out of love

And all you gonna do

Is add a bunch of zeros

And use the courts

To get it done

You don't even know

What you've done

Accounting

Accounting

Accounting

Strokes of luck stroking

The ego-focused f*ck

Coming from your coterie

Of woke f*ck

Promotions at work

Desecrations in the home

Very little upkeep

Open your livery

Of f*ck

Deliver these teases

To their nuptials

Relieve them

Of their foreskins

Then go at them

With the forceps

It''s important

To be discreet

Silent discordance

We need more divorces

We need more abhorrence

We've been overcautious

I'm busy being nauseous

You're busy being gorgeous

Gorgeous, gorgeous

Inestimable

Inestimable

Inestimable

You're gonna make a k*lling

Out of love

And all you gonna do

Is add a bunch of zeros

And use the courts

To get it done

You don't even know

What you've become

Accounting...