TEXT: [In the opening scene, Brian is prowling Babylon There's something wrong with this picture. When he strolls up to the bar, he comes face to face with an unnerving apparition: a ghost in a Hawaiian shirt.] Vic: Well, look who it is! Brian: What the f*ck are you doing here? Vic: I believe that's my line. Brian: Sorry. Vic: Shall we take it again? What the f*ck are you doing here? Brian: W-w-we're in Babylon, right? Vic: In case you forgot, the great Writer in the Sky recently wrote me out. Permanently. Brian: (laughs, a little freaked out) Then where the f*ck are we? Vic: Well, let's see. You've got one of two choices. [Brian glances over at the dance floor. The music has changed to "YMCA" and the dancers have undergone a transformation as well. All the hunky guys have disappeared and a bunch of old farts are cavorting about on the dance floor. Even the go-go boys have aged about 40 years. Their tighty-whities are no longer so tighty.] Brian: If this is your heaven, it must be my hell. Vic: What kind of an attitude is that, considering we have so much in common? Brian: Like what? Vic: Well, it ain't two testicles! Turns out you're everything you never wanted to be, kiddo! Old, diseased and imperfect. Bwahaha! [Brian awakens from the sleep of death to a voice calling.] Doc: Mr. Kinney. Mr. Kinney! [He's lying in a hospital bed, post-surgery.] Doc: Mr. Kinney. You're in recovery. How do you feel? Brian: I'm having a ball. [Ben, Michael and Hunter are riding their bikes again.] Michael: I am so not looking forward to this. Ben: Meeting a big Hollywood director? Michael: No, going shopping with my mother! Ben: At least she's getting out of the house. Michael: Yeah, that means I
SUMMARY:
Justin discovers Brian didn't go to Ibiza. Michael and Justin meet with a Hollywood producer about 'Rage.' Debbie has a heart-to-heart with Horvath.