Green Room Page #2

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-What?

-Was that real? Ew!

-Tiger:

Open your window.

-Sam:

Good.

-You tad's friends?

-Uh, he sent us.

Are you cousin Dan?

-Daniel:

Daniel.

You guys look hammered.

-Tiger:

One night at tad's

will do that to you.

And if your girl's

gonna be crashing--

-don't mention that.

-Okay, I was just--

-yeah, no worries whatsoever.

Just shut the f*** up

about it him and me and her.

-Yeah.

-Drummer? Drummer?

Using the house kit

or are you using yours?

-I'll use mine.

-Okay. Load in's here.

-Sam:

That's bullshit.

-"Aren't rights"? Yeah.

-Stage rest in here.

Don't block the hallway.

The owner doesn't f*** around

with the fire codes.

Sound check in 15.

You're on in 20.

-Got it.

-Pat:

Hey, tiger...

Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Sam:

Are these guys not creeps?

--They run a tight ship.

-Except it's a u-boat.

-Hey, y'all...

I got a dumb idea.

-Stagehand:

Where'd you say

the power supply was?

-It's like a mini-transformer...

-Testing, testing one, two.

Meow.

-Stagehand:
Got it!

-Pat:

There's no guitar.

-Or not.

-This was your f***ing idea.

You back out now,

i tell them you're Jewish.

Go.

-Evening, ladies and gentlemen.

We are the ain't rights,

or the aren't rights.

Either one...

Two, three, four!

-Crowd:

F*** off! Come on!

-Thank you.

That was a cover.

What should we do next?

-Sam:

Coronary.

-Tiger:

This one's a treat.

-Sam:
What happened

to fire code?

-Yeah, sorry guys.

We have to make room

for the headliner.

-Cowcatcher, right?

-Big Justin:

Yes. You gotta clear out, okay?

Here you are.

-Thank you.

-Big Justin:
And it's all there.

And you guys follow me, okay?

All right.

I'll get you one more

two liter for the road.

Okay, come on.

-You all right with that?

-I'll be careful. I understand.

-Aw, sh*t. My phone...

-Pat:
What?

My phone. I--

I'll catch up with--

-i got you.

-Sam:
Thanks.

-Excuse me, y'all.

-Oh sh*t.

-Can you call the cops?

-Guitarist:
F*** that.

-Hey, stop!

What the f***?

-I told you to follow.

-No!

Go, go, go!

Uh, yeah. I-- i--

i guess I am. I don't know.

There's been a--

there's been a stabbing!

She-- whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

--Goddamn it!

-They didn't lock the door.

You didn't lock the door!

-No! Don't talk

and don't touch them!

Stay put!

It's fine.

-What the f*** happened?

-Just give me a minute!

Something terrible.

Stay with them.

-Okay.

-Sam:
Oh, sh*t!

- It's okay. Don't worry,

don't worry. Get back inside.

-What the f*** is going on?

-Gabe:

Up. In the room.

Hey! Go! Go!

Up the stairs.

It's okay. Let's go.

Just go. Come on, guys.

-Tiger:
Sh*t.

-Gabe:
It's okay.

--Oh, what the f***, man?

-Gabe:

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