It is said that 95 percent of income goes away. Driven by desperation, Scooter performs in drive-in theaters. In the meantime, we’re going to a big concert in England, because he’s reopening there. And there’s always the entourage of employees buzzing around HP Baxxter. His mood deteriorates. He breaks up with his girlfriend and in rainy Tallinn he complains about unfamiliar drivers, cold hotel rooms and the wrong backstage. As they listen to new material on the computer, he accuses a bandmate of simply laughing and not getting creative in years. Outrage, slamming doors.
