[Ricky walks up to a hotel front desk with a beat up old guitar]
DADesk Attendant
Welcome to the Prince Elliot.
How's it goin'? I'm Alex Lifeson's personal guitar tech, and I gotta take this up to his room right away. Can I have the key, please?
[Ricky walks into room 2112 quietly and sneaks up on Alex shaving in the bathroom]
[narration] Most rockstars are supposed to be really approachable and really fun and easy to talk to, but for some reason Alex wasn't.
I need four tickets to your concert right now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Alex Lifeson
Look, look. I'm not a ticket agency. I'm sorry. I can't help you with the tickets.
You can't give me four tickets to your concert?!
Alex Lifeson
I'm sorry.
[narration] He's just one of these guys that, "Hey, I don't want to talk to anybody," and "I'm a big fancy rock star," and "You can't talk to me!" So, it pissed me off.
[Ricky starts wrapping Alex up in duct tape]
Alex Lifeson
Hang on a second, man! Hang on!
[Ricky leads Alex down the hallway in his robe, duct-taped and ankle-cuffed]
Let's go. No fuckin' around here. You say a word about this and I'm gonna tell everyone you sexually assaulted me.
Alex Lifeson
Come on, give me a break!
Come with me, just take it easy. We're just gonna go for a little ride.
[They walk into the lobby]
Hotel security! This man's drunk as fuck, he's on drugs, he's a male prostitute. I'm gonna escort him out of here!
DADesk Attendant
What's going on? Male prostitute?
Alex Lifeson
Where are we?
The fuckin' best trailer park in the goddamn world, right here. Good people, good friends, and we're gonna see a little show. Look, the first thing I want to do is to make it clear, this is not kidnapping, okay?
Alex Lifeson
This is totally kidnapping.
This is not fuckin' kidnapping!
Alex Lifeson
This is fuckin' totally kidnapping.
I'm borrowing you for a little bit to play a little concert back at the trailer park!
Alex Lifeson
I don't do that kind of stuff!
Look, you're in a rock band! You should be used to this shit!
Alex Lifeson
Can I tell you something? You're a fuckin' mental case!
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
Alex Lifeson
You are crazy!
It's not my fault you're this big fuckin'...
Alex Lifeson
You're gonna go to jail for a long time.
I'm not going to fuckin' jail, believe me. This isn't kidnapping. I'm borrowing you for a little bit, alright?
Oh, no big deal at all. Ricky just went and stole a human being!
It's like a little rehearse, Lee. Play a couple of songs, then you can go back to your little dream world or wherever the fuck it is you do with yourself all the time, playin' your fuckin' big guitar in front of people.
Julian! I came through, buddy! Where's Bubbles?
He's at the vet. Don't tell me you got tickets...
I got better than tickets. Check this out.
Ricky. Ricky. This. You're from Rush.
Yeah, it's Alex Lifeson. Alex, this is J...ah, Gord, uh, Downie. This is Alex. Hey, play "I Like to Rock".
Alex Lifeson
That's April Wine.
Well, play that Diane Sawyer song. Just fuckin' play somethin'. That's why you're here.
[Alex Lifeson plays a song on the guitar]
Ricky, what's he doing here?
I just borrowed him for a couple of hours from the hotel.
You kidnapped him, Ricky.
It's totally cool, man. We worked it all out.
You were--alright, can you stop playing this just for a second? Alright. Yeah, alright. I'm gonna untie you, and you're not gonna call the police. He's just a big fan. He made a mistake. This isn't kidnapping. I'm sorry, man. Like, are we cool or what?
Alex Lifeson
You untie me, you get me back to my hotel. It's no problem.
[Julian walks Alex out to a cab]
I'm sorry about all this shit, man.
Alex Lifeson
Okay. It's all right.
Fuck that! Don't even worry about him!
[Julian pushes Ricky back while Alex tells the cab where to go]
Alex Lifeson
I'm going downtown.
You got enough money? Here's another dollar thirty-six there, dicktree.
[Ricky throws the coins at his feet. Julian helps him pick them up.]
Alex Lifeson
I can't believe I'm picking this stuff up!
Just get the fuck out of here, would ya? He's kind of a dick.
[Alex Lifeson flips Ricky off as the cab drives away, and Ricky flips him off back]
Ricky, Ricky, don't be giving him the finger.
No, you fucked up big time this time, man. You wanna go back to jail? Because it looks like you do. Huh?
Julian, look. I fucked up, and I'm sorry, alright? You got a better idea?
[The boys walk to a manhole wearing garbage bags]
This is fucked up, Julian.
Look boys, I'm sorry, alright? The security's a little tight. This'll be fun, man.
This is not fuckin' fun, Julian! This is bullshit!
You wanna see Rush, Bubbles?
Get down there. You want me to go next?
Please. What if something gets me?
Ah! Something licked me on the knee! Something licked me!
[Julian lifts up a grate]
We did it, Julian. Was that the Alex Lifeson?
Alex Lifeson
Sorry, Randy? I got this T-shirt for you to wear tonight on stage during the guitar changes.
No thanks, Alex. I don't wear shirts.
Alex Lifeson
Oh, no. You gotta wear a shirt. Please.
Randy doesn't wear shirts, Mr. Lifeson. That's just the way it is.
Alex Lifeson
Well, Mr. Lahey, maybe you can talk him into wearing this shirt.
He doesn't wear shirts. Not even in the winter time.
[Notices Ricky, Julian and Bubbles walking towards them]
How did you idiots get in here?!
Don't worry about it, Lahey. Hey, I know this guy!
See this, Randy? When somebody like Alex Lifeson gives you a fuckin' T-shirt to put on, you're puttin' the fuckin' thing on. I don't care if you don't wear shirts.
I don't wear a frig! [Bubbles attempts to put the T-shirt on Randy]
Randy doesn't wear shirts!
[Bubbles struggles to get Randy to wear the T-shirt while the other try to pry him off]
[to the security guards] Take the garbage downtown, boys.
[The guards drag the boys away]
[The boys get out of the cab]
Fuckin' believe we gotta go down the same!
Boys, it wasn't that bad.
[Alex is in his dressing room, playing "Red Barchetta"]
What the fuck are you doing wearing my clothes?
Alex Lifeson
Oh, not this asshole again. What are you doing with my clothes?! [to Julian] I thought we had a deal here! No cops?
Just give me back my fuckin' clothes.
[Randy walks into the room and sees Ricky, Julian and Bubbles]
Alex, we're on in four...
Alex Lifeson
Oh, great.
[Randy runs out of the room]
Mr. Lahey! Bubbles, Julian and Ricky snuck back in!
Alex Lifeson
Guys, please. Gimme a break here. I gotta get back on stage. I gotta get out of these stupid track pants and into my clothes, right now!
What the fuck's wrong with track pants?