Clyde and Gerno rough the basics of the contract nude in the sauna. They argue options clauses through the hot baths, then international release in the cold pool. Oiled up and scraped down, they grit their teeth and talk bonuses; six men beat them with golf clubs until they agree on sheet music rights. They swap gigs for endorsements via electroshock screams. They stumble from the gauntlet spa bleeding, clinging together, and they are bonded men: shared survivors whose friendship no record exec can break.
Or anyway that’s how it should be, thinks Clyde, signing some clause he can barely read.