The Dirt (2019)

Pete Davidson: Tom Zutaut

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• [Vince runs to the stage] 

  Nikki Sixx : Vinnie, come on, man. Let's go!

  [Vince meets up with Nikki] 

  Nikki Sixx : Jesus Fucking Christ. You do realize we just signed a record deal with his company and that fucking his girlfriend could seriously fuck that up?

  Vince Neil : Only if he finds out, man.

  [they look down toward Tom Zutaut, who looks at the viewers] 

  Tom Zutaut : I found out many years later, and it hurt really bad. Bottom line is, don't ever leave your girlfriend alone with Mötley Crüe. Ever! Because they'll fuck her!

• [at Vince's party, Nikki snorts some cocaine when he notices Vince talking to a female guest] 

  Nikki Sixx : Mick.

  [points at the conversation] 

  Nikki Sixx : [mimicking a female voice]  Hey, are you in the band?

  Mick Mars : [imitating Vince]  What do you fucking think?

  [they both laugh] 

  Mick Mars : [a pregnant Sharise arrives in the conversation between Vince and the female guest] 

  Vince Neil : Hey, babe, this is Grace.

  Tom Zutaut : [imitating Vince]  Have you met my wife Sharise? Do you wanna have a threesome?

  [Nikki stares at Zutaut] 

  Nikki Sixx : Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you, man? She's fucking pregnant, man. That's fucked up.

  [guilty look on Zutaut's face before Nikki slaps his shoulder] 

  Nikki Sixx : Nah, I'm just fucking with you. I'm just fucking with you, man. But don't be a fucking dick, okay? Look at her, she's fucking pregnant.

  Mick Mars : [lies down]  Don't be a fucking dick, Zutaut.

  Tom Zutaut : All right, I'm sorry.

• [Tom Zutaut approaches the band's table and hands his business card] 

  Tom Zutaut : Hey guys. I'm Tom Zutaut. I work for Elektra Records.

  Nikki Sixx : Nice to meet you, bro.

  Tommy Lee : Hey, man.

  Tom Zutaut : I'd love, uh, the opportunity to talk to you if you have a second.

  Tommy Lee : Wanna sit down?

  Tom Zutaut : [noticing Tommy holding his cigarette with his lower lip and chin]  That's really cool.

  Tommy Lee : Sit. Do it.

  Tom Zutaut : Thank you.

  Tommy Lee : Scoot over.

  Vince Neil : Yes, absolutely.

  [Zutaut sits next to Vince] 

  Tom Zutaut : Listen, uh, I've been seeing what you guys have been doing in L.A., and I think, with my help, I think I could really, you know, do something for you...

  [Zutaut suddenly feels his pants being unzipped and gets up. A blond woman appears from under the table as the band laughs at him while he zips his pants up] 

  Tom Zutaut : What is... Oh my God!

  Restaurant Groupie : No? Not for you?

  Tom Zutaut : No, thanks.

  Restaurant Groupie : You sure?

  Tom Zutaut : No, thank you.

  Restaurant Groupie : Okay.

  [Groupie disappears under the table before Zutaut sits down] 

  Tom Zutaut : Anyway, uh, let's get back to, uh, you know, what I was talking about. So, uh, what do you guys say? Do you want a record deal?

  Nikki Sixx : Uh...

  [Nikki grabs Tommy's head and bangs it on the table several times] 

  Tom Zutaut : Is that a yes?

  Vince Neil : I don't know if we can trust a dude who turns down a free blowjob.

  Tommy Lee : Yeah.

  Nikki Sixx : Yeah.

• Nikki Sixx : [narration]  Elektra Records signed us to a five-album deal.

  [Nikki passes a cymbal full of cocaine] 

  Nikki Sixx : Tommy, vacuum this mess up.

  Tommy Lee : Yes, sir.

  Nikki Sixx : [narration]  We got a fat cash advance, which meant better drugs and bigger parties.

  Tommy Lee : [narration]  We were the kings. I mean, look at this place! Everybody wanted to party with us.

  Party Goer : Can I get a fucking line, man?

  [Mick shoves the party goer away] 

  Mick Mars : Yeah, right, man. Get the fuck out of here.

  Tommy Lee : [narration]  I mean, Diamond Dave from Van Halen, right there on our fucking couch!

  [party goer approaches David Lee Roth, who is snorting his own cocaine] 

  Party Goer : Hey, can I get a line of that?

  [party goer stumbles and hits the wall, causing a mirror to crash on Roth] 

  Nikki Sixx : Whoa! What the fuck, dude?

  Party Goer : Chill out, asshole. It's cool.

  Nikki Sixx : Cool? That is David Lee Roth. How about you show a little respect or get the fuck out?

  Party Goer : Make me, motherfucker.

  [party goer shoves Nikki, only to get punched by Doc McGhee, who puts him in an arm lock] 

  Doc McGhee : You fellas are gonna need a manager.

  [Doc looks at Roth] 

  Doc McGhee : Hey Dave.

  David Lee Roth : What's everybody looking at?

  Mick Mars : [looking at audience]  This didn't actually happen. Doc never came to this filthy shithole. We met him at the Santa Monica Civic Center after a show. He also brought his partner, Doug Thaler. Doug's a good guy, and it's kinda shitty he got cut from this movie, but I think this is as good a version as any. So... on with the goddamn show.

  Tom Zutaut : Oh, good. You met Doc. He works with James Brown, KISS, you name it.

  Mick Mars : Fucking hate KISS.

  Doc McGhee : Well, I make them a shitload of money, and I take care of everything they need, which is what I'm gonna do for you.

  Nikki Sixx : Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that?

  Doc McGhee : Look, I know what I see up there. Anyone can start a band and crap out a song or two, but not many have the vision to go the distance. And you guys need someone to guide you through the fucking wilderness.

  Nikki Sixx : And you're gonna be that someone?

  Doc McGhee : You're goddamn right I am.

  [pause] 

  Nikki Sixx : All right.

  Nikki Sixx : [narration]  This was our fucking moment.

• [Zutaut enters the studio and notices Mötley Crüe just hanging around] 

  Tom Zutaut : Hey, what's taking so long? Vince got out of jail, like, three months ago. They should be on tour by now.

  Doc McGhee : Are you out of your fucking mind? Look at 'em.

  [Nikki and Mick look wasted while Tommy is banging his head on the cymbals] 

  Tom Zutaut : They're a fucking mess.

  Doc McGhee : No shit.

  Tom Zutaut : Look, man, my boss is killing me. We need to get them to finish that record and get back on the road.

  Doc McGhee : Yeah. I'll get them on tour. But you guys, you think you own them because you own their music, right? Well, then, it's on you and your fucking label if one of those idiots comes back in a body bag.

  Tom Zutaut : Just... Just... get them back on the road. All right?

• [Zutaut meets up with Nikki at the same restaurant where they met over a decade ago] 

  Tom Zutaut : Hey. I can't believe you wanted to meet here.

  Nikki Sixx : Seemed appropriate.

  Tom Zutaut : I mean, you guys got your dicks sucked at this table, for Christ's sake.

  Nikki Sixx : Not anymore, Tom.

  Tom Zutaut : Yeah, well...

  Nikki Sixx : Not anymore.

  [Zutaut pulls out a folder] 

  Tom Zutaut : The label's fed up with you.

  [passes folder to Nikki] 

  Tom Zutaut : They're dropping you. You convinced them to give you back the rights to your music, so you own it all now. It's what you wanted, right?

  Nikki Sixx : Yep.

  [Nikki knocks on the folder] 

  Tom Zutaut : Are you happy?

  [pause] 

  Nikki Sixx : Still... we had a pretty good ride, though, right?

  Tom Zutaut : Yeah, we had a good ride. I liked it better with Vince, though.

  Nikki Sixx : Yeah.

• [Mötley Crüe notices that the arena is less than half-empty, with attending fans holding signs telling them to bring Vince back] 

  Nikki Sixx : You got something to say?

  Tom Zutaut : Well, I just didn't think it would end this way, with some other dude singing your songs.

  Nikki Sixx : You mean Elektra's fucking songs?

  Tom Zutaut : You're never gonna live up to this deal. You know that, right?

  Nikki Sixx : Then how about you give us back the rights to our music and we'll call it even?

  Tom Zutaut : What are you even asking? You want me to give you back your music instead of the money we owe you? The Beatles don't even own the rights to their own fucking music.

  Nikki Sixx : Well, The Beatles should own the rights to their own fucking music. And so should Mötley Crüe.