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STEVO: The thing about me
and Bob, and pretty
much all of us, was

we hated rednecks
more than anything
else, period.

Because rednecks for us
were America incarnate.

And America? Huh.
Well, fuck America!

So, hey, what
do you wanna
do now?

Let's score. I gotta get
some pelt tonight or my
balls are gonna drop off.

I hear that.

Come on, cowboy!

Come on!

STEVO: What can I say?
We weren't much more than
a couple of young punks.

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Good morning, Bob.
Rise and shine.

It's a beautiful
fucking day.

All right.

Two more hours.

But that's it.

STEVO: To be an anarchist
in Salt Lake City was
certainly no easy task,

especially in 1985.

And having no money, no job,

no plans for the future,

the true anarchist position
was, in itself,
a strenuous job.

And our tribe was small.
I mean, at the center
was me, Stevo,

and Bob, my roommate,
Heroin Bob.

Oh, Bob didn't really
do heroin. In fact,
he hated needles.

Bob's irrational
fear of needles

was in contrast to everything
you'd think about the guy.

I mean, to look at him,
you'd think he was
a madman, which he was.

But he was also one
of the most uptight guys
I'd ever met.

He didn't do anything
about the cut on
his hand, nothing.

I mean, absolutely nothing.
He just wrapped it up

in a dirty old T-shirt,
and he left it like
that for weeks.

Is he gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah. He'll be fine.
I'm sure. Thank you, though.

Hi, how are we doing?

Okay.
Can I take a look at that?

Okay. All right.

Oh, what the heck
did we do here?

I think that wound's
the most infected
thing I've ever seen.

I hate doctors, man.
I hate 'em.

Well, you're lucky those boys
brought you here.

Okay? Because without me
you'd be dead.

Patty, we need
a gram of amoxicillin.

That's a nasty cut
you've got there.
How did you manage that?

I fell off my bike.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry.
Does it still hurt?

That's a nice kid.
Yeah, sad, really.

How's that?
Kids.

There's not much future
for 'em, hmm?

We all die, Stevo.

That's true.
Very true, Mike.

BOB: No, no! No,
I'm fine! I'm fine!

Get that fucking needle
away from me, man!

No, I don't do needles!
Get off me! Get off!

God damn it! No! No!

You pack of murderers! No!

No needles!

Help me! Help me!
No, no, please!

STEVO: So Heroin Bob was named
as such 'cause he
was afraid of needles.

But not just needles.
The guy was afraid
of drugs, too.

We couldn't even get him
to take a damn aspirin.

He drank, and he smoked
cigarettes but that's it.
He'd say...

You know that shit
you guys do? You're fucking
yourselves up, man.

Fucking acid. Acid.
It never leaves your body.

It's in your fuckin'
spinal cord forever.

Let me tell you something
about the nature
of chemicals, man.

You know that dude Napoleon?

He was banished to an island
when the French
got sick of him.

That's right.
He supposedly died of
stomach problems, right?

Wrong. He was actually
poisoned over
a long period of time.

Murdered by arsenic,
a preservative.

And you know how?
No idea.

His hair.
His hair?

His fuckin' hair.
It was arsenic.

You could tell how long
he was being poisoned

by following the traces
of poison up his hair.

Dude, dude, dude,
if you do enough hits of it,
you're dead.

It really makes you think,
doesn't it?
Think what?

That chemistry's the wrong
fucking major
for a guy like you.

It's the wrong major, Bob.
You should lay off
the acid anyways!

You heard about Sean, right?
No, what happened to Sean?

You know he was
selling acid, right?

No, man. I told you $25, man.
$25. It's inflation.

Shit's getting
expensive, man.

Thanks, man.
No problem.

Nice spikes.
Nice fuckin' suit.

Let me ask you
something, Sean.

What the fuck
did you become a punk for?

Hey, man. Come on.
The kid wants to be
a punk, let him be a punk.

You see, Russ.

Mods are pussies, man.
That shit's fuckin' dead.

If we catch you out tonight,
we're kickin' your ass.

Come on. He's all right.
Kickin' my ass

Come on. Let's go.
Get on your bikes
and ride away.

Hey, fuck you!
No, thanks, sweetheart.
All right.

Your mom's driving us
to soccer practice?

4:00.
You guys enjoy.

BOB: So Sean puts all this
acid in his pocket,
and the school cop...

STEVO: Where was this?
Southeast High, man.

So he takes off running,

and he's running through
the track field,

and the sprinklers are on.

BOB: So the water
soaks through his pants

and melts the acid
which went through
his pants

onto the skin on his leg.

So you know,
over a hundred hits of acid

dissolved into Sean's leg.

Fried him.

So I went to see him
a week later.

It had just snowed,
and he was sitting
outside in the cold.

Sean?

What are you
doin' outside, man?

Are you him?

Yeah, I'm him.
Jesus!

Have I sinned,
or am I going to heaven?

You're fryin', man.

How much acid did you take?
Wait. You're not Jesus.

You're Bob.
I'm Bob! How goes it?

How are you doing that?
Doin' what?

Walkin' on water. If I get
off this chair, I'll drown.
Wanna know why?

'Cause I can't swim.
Oh, I get it.

So, Sean,
do you see land anywhere?

Just water.

Say, Bob?
Yeah.

You are Jesus.

That's right. I am.
Why do you ask?

Satan is in the house.

He killed my mom

and turned her into a bull.

Oh, I didn't hear
you come in!

What
Come here.

I gotta kill her!

Okay! Hold still!

Put your hands in the air
and slowly turn around.

I'm saved! I'm saved!
Put your hands up!

Yeah, sure, Sean.
You're saved.

I said put your
hands in the air.

Chemicals, man.
They'll fuck you up.

I always wondered
what happened
to that crazy little shit.

It's a crazy
fucked-up world

and we're all just barely
floatin' along,

waitin' for somebody
that can walk on water.

STEVO: Bob was like that,

a real asshole when it came
to reading into things.

He liked to wrap things up
into neat little packages
that implied the world.

See, Sean was fucked up.

Not the world.
The world was just confused.

And not the world, really.
Just the people in it.

Bob was confused.
And more,
Bob was paranoid as fuck.

That's right.
Bob was in quarantine.

The doctor said that
Bob's infection was so bad

that it had become
a lethal virus.

And so he was under quarantine
for some weeks.

It was the beginning
of the fall and
the rest of our lives.

We both graduated college
after taking
summer classes,

a major feat, since our aim
in college was to be
as destructive as possible.

Our mission, after leaving
high school as two
aspiring young punks,

I think the only two punks
in Salt Lake City
at the time,

was to go to university
and bring down the system.

Why? Well,
for obvious reasons.

Anarchy, the only system
of government that seemed
to make any sense to us.

And the irony was
we had made it through.
I did well, even.

My father was hell-bent on
getting me to go to Harvard
Law School, like he did.

My father tried to get me
to go right after
I graduated high school.

Thank you for giving us
an hour of your time.

Your mother and I found this
to be rather important.

You finished high school.

Thank God.
And now it's your
time to do good.

This rebellion thing
you're going through,
I understand it.

Not completely,
but I respect it.

Now you should think about
what is right for you.

I mean, be free,
darling, always.

Yeah. Be practical, Steve.

You got a chance to go
to Harvard. You've got
me as an alumnus.

That can't hurt.
But only if it makes
you happy.

Look, if you want to rebel
there, you can do it.
I went to Woodstock.

Me and the guys
had a lot of fun.
We did our thing there.

We got behind
some causes, though.

We fought for some
very strong causes.

We ended, collectively,
we ended that
goddamn war in 'Nam

so that guys like you
could be free.

There's all these
possibilities for you, Steven.
Carry the torch now.

Okay? I can see by looking
at you that you're ready.

I'm proud that you're
an individual.
Very proud.

So proud.

One thing.

This may not be easy to hear,
but the hair.

Maybe tone it down a bit.
The whole thing
that you're doing.

In my day, it was long hair,
beatniks, paisley.

You know. That stuff.

Not liked, that kind of thing.
This whole thing
you're doing

this statement about
the American Indian,

I'm baffled.
And not just me.

A regular guy in the street's
gonna be baffled, too.

And we're hip, we're cool.

It's just those guys
on the East Coast are
never gonna get it.

They're not gonna get this
in New York.

Darling, we sound
like our parents.
Yeah.

It's difficult, dear.
We just want to support you.

A hundred percent.
Take the ball and run
with it. Make a difference.

But always with love.
Remember that, Steven.

Always with love.
Oh, time out.

I just want to ask real quick,
if I can.

You believe in rebellion,
freedom and love, right?

Absolutely. Yes.
Rebellion, freedom, love.

You two are divorced,
so love failed.

Two: Mom, you're a New Ager,
clinging to any kind of
scrap of Eastern religion

that may justify
why the above
said love failed.

Three: Dad, you're a slick,
corporate, preppy-ass lawyer.

I don't really have to say
anything else about you, do I?

Four: You moved
from New York City,

the Mecca and
hub of the cultural world,
to Utah, nowhere,

to change nothing,
more to perpetuate

this cycle of money, greed,
fascism and triviality.

Your movement of,
by and for the people
got you nothing.

You just hide behind
some lost sense of
drugs, sex, rock and roll.

Oh, Kumbaya.

I am the future.
I am the future
of this great nation

which you, Father,
so arrogantly
saved this world for.

Look. I have my own agenda.

Harvard, out.
University of Utah, in.

I'm going to get
a 4.0 in damage.
I love you guys.

Don't get me wrong.
It's all about this.

But for the first time
in my life, I'm 18

and I can say, "Fuck you!"

Steven, I didn't sell
out, son. I bought in.

Keep that in mind.

That kid is gonna make
one hell of a lawyer, huh?

Yeah, he takes
after his father.

He's a son of a bitch.

Fuck you, dear.

STEVO: And now,
four years later,
I was a college graduate.

We did what we could
to fuck things up,
but the system is strong

and they were many
and we were still few.

But this fall
was gonna be
the fall, all right.

Bob and the rest of us
had made an oath
to do absolutely nothing.

We were gonna waste
our educated minds.

We had no
other way of fighting.

As I said,
there just weren't
enough of us.

Sure, there was a lot more
punks than there
was four years earlier,

but there was also
as many posers.

Posers were people that looked
like punks, but they
did it for fashion.

And they were fools.
They'd say,
"Anarchy in the U.K."

You see? Posers.
"Anarchy in the U.K."

What the fuck's that?

What good is that
to those of us
in Utah, America?

It was a Sex Pistols thing,
right? They were from England.
They were British.

That's what they did.
They were allowed to go on
about anarchy in the U.K.

You don't live
your life by lyrics.

I mean, that's all you ever
heard from these trendy fucks.

Like, "Did you hear the new
Smiths album?
It's fuckin' terrif."

Kids walking around Utah
saying "terrif" with a stupid
old English twang.

See what I mean?
What the fuck's up
with the England bullshit?

You know Jag?
He's a fag.

I knew a girl who'd
only have sex with a guy
if he had a fucking accent.

Can you think of anything
more ludicrous?

So every asshole
in Salt Lake City,

and let me tell you,
plenty of assholes
in this general region

that wanted to
do some of this,
would get her drunk

and put on some kind
of stupid accent,

like, "Hey, mistress,
do you fancy a shag?"

And there she would
fucking knees in the sky.

It was sad.
It made me really sad.
Poor girl had no self-respect.

To me, England was nothing
more than a big American state

like North Dakota or Canada.

You gotta look at me and say,
"Hey, why are you so mad?"
And I'll tell you.

'Cause for all the fawning
that went over the
English bands in SLC,

those fuckin' English chaps
could only say shit
about us Americans.

All we were to them
was a bunch of hicks.

Well, you know what?
I'm not a fuckin' hick!

I don't wear cowboy boots.
I hate the fuckin' rodeo.

Horses smell
like shit to me

and I don't fuck anyone
in my own bloodline.

By definition,
I'm not a redneck,
and I ain't a fuckin' hick.

Oh, the sun never sets
on the British empire.

Well, the sun never sets
on my asshole!

Another thing that pissed me
off, talking about
who started punk rock.

Was it Sex Pistols in England?

Was it the Ramones
and the Velvet Underground
in New York?

Is it the Ramones?
Is it the Sex Pistols?

Who cares who started it?
It's music.

I don't know who started it,
and I don't give a fuck.

The one thing I do know
is that we did it harder,

God damn it, we did it faster,
and we definitely did it
with more love, baby!

You can't take
that away from us.

Exhibit A.

It's my only exhibit,
really, but, you know what?

I think it's pretty
fuckin' good.

Fuck off and die.

* One of these days
it's got to go

* One of these days
I'm comin' out slow

* One of these days
we'll all be bored

* One of these days
I'm comin' out strong

* One of these days
it's got to go

* One of these days
I'm comin' out strong

* One of these days, yeah

If you were a fuckin' man,
you'd fuck me here!

I said if you were
a fuckin' man, you'd fuck me
here, right here, now!

Fuckers.

Hey, wasn't she with you?

Who?
Um, Sandy.

Last week, dude.

We hung out, but nobody's
anybody's. Anyway,
I got my eye on Trish.

Hey, where is Trish?
I have to talk to her.

She's setting up for
the after party for the band.

Hey, isn't Trish,
like, 30

Yeah, dude.
She's fuckin' smart
as hell, too.

I can listen to her talk
for, like, hours.

Yeah. That's good for you
'cause all she
ever does is talk.

I see Stevo
is getting along tonight.

I gotta do somethin'.

So, Mark,
how are you doin', old man?

Fuck!

I'm not old, motherfucker.

Oh, no. I just... You know,
I mean, you're older
than anyone else here.

It depends on
how you look at it.

I'm young in my heart,

younger than any
of these sad souls over there.

You know, Bob,
he's always looking for pain.

That's why I don't understand
you Americans.

You're always
looking for pain.

Yeah, well, you know what?
It pains me to hear
you say that, Mark.

It really does.

Hold these.

More pain
you're looking for?

No, I have to go take care
of something.

Hey, that's Bob!
What?

Yeah, Bob!

The police. What an untidy
group of little fascists.

What do you expect
in a town of God?

Mormons run the state,
and that is the state
of things, I'm afraid.

Listen, poser.

Let me just
explain this to you.

It was my instinct
to react that way because
you punched my friend.

I'm the bouncer
for the band.
It's my job.

Yes, but this is
a punk show.

And mayhem and punk shows,
It's like peas and carrots.

It's common for a guy
to jump on stage, and then
he jumps right off again.

Look. I'm really sorry
about the beating,

and I hope the rest
of your stay in America
is more pleasant.

You're under arrest, son.
For selling pot?

It's harmless, you know.
No, the pot's fine.

However, this shirt
happens to be illegal
in several states.

I see.
It should be
a torn shirt, huh?

With a picture
of Ronald Reagan on it,

maybe with a bullet hole
in his head?

That would be more punk?
Yeah. You're a good man, Mark.

We need more men
like you in America.

I rest easier
now that you say this.

Eddie.
Bobby.

Hey. Fuck you, man.
Hey.

Hey, you're that singer dude.
Hey.

So, what did you think?
Good show?

I'll never play
this town again, mate.

It's too tame
for you British types?

No, it's too
bleedin' violent.
Thank you.

Come with me.
I've got something
to show you.

So here's this band.

ECP,
Extreme Corporal Punishment.

One of the toughest,
most hard-core
bands in the U.K.

Good band, as well.
They come to Salt Lake City.
They think it's too tough.

An 18-year-old punk beat
the shit out of their bouncer.
I rest my case on this.

In a country of lost souls,

rebellion comes hard,

but in a religiously
oppressive city,

which half its population
isn't even of that religion,

it comes like fire.

You're here to visit?

Yes. I think we're all excited
to see how he's doing.

Have you seen
The Exorcist?

Yeah.
Did you like it?

Yeah. Is this dangerous?

Not clinically.

What does that mean?

Jesus!
Hey, Bob.

Are you alive?

I want a cigarette, man.

I want to get out of here.

Listen, buddy.
We've got good news.

They say today's gonna be
your last day.

Today?
Today.

Thank God!
These doctors can kiss my ass!

Knock it off, tough guy,
or I'll give you another shot.

That woman
fucking hates me, man.

What's with the tape?

Don't tell me you're going
poser on me, you big loser.

No, dude. I'm going crazy,
man. How long
have I been in here?

Three weeks.
Oh, my God!

Anyone come visit you?
No, no. Just you.
Just you guys.

You did. I've been
quarantined, man.
They named a disease after me.

You are a disease.
Uh, what about
your father, Bob?

What about my father?
I just thought... He didn't.

Oh, no. He didn't come.
He's drunk, you know.

But I'm free, huh? I'm free.

STEVO:
You know, I love the guy.

Now the fall of hate
could really get started.

The first order of business,
we threw a party
at our apartment.

This is, like, the first party
of the fall, right?

The whole tribe's here.
Everyone's in the house.

Let me make introductions.

You remember Bob,
of course. He's...

Hey, stop fuckin'
with that stereo!

He's also one of the hosts.
It's his fucking stereo.

And this... Oh, my God.
This is Trish.

She's, like,
a Bohemian queen.

She is the goddess
of the scene.
Everybody really wants her.

Hey, come on.
Let's keep going.

Now stay close
'cause I don't know
everyone here.

There's a lot of posers.

Oh, this kid, though.
This kid, he's not
a fuckin' poser.

He's not a poser.
He looks like
a total nerd, right?

This guy looks like a geek,
but his name's Mike.

He's one of the most
hard-core guys in the scene.

Well, watch what happens.
Stay where you are.
I'll be right back.

This is great.
It's my favorite part.

You see what I mean?
Punk rock!

It's punk rock!

The party's in full swing.
Let's continue.

Hey, Mark, how's it rollin'?

Rolling fine.

Here. It's on me.
For me?

But be careful.
That stuff can
make you stupid.

Fuck you!

More stupid
than you already are.

Hey, this is Mark.
Now, Mark is
not a punk rocker.

Why, he's nothing, really.
He's not even a peer.

But everybody knew him,
and all the tribes love him

because he always
had pot and acid.

What this crazy foreign fuck
was doing behind this
Iron Curtain, I had no idea.

I don't think anyone in Utah
really knew,

but we did know
that he was rich,
loaded with killer bud

and completely out
of his fuckin' mind.

STEVO: Now, Mark was rich,
but not because he was
a pusher,

which he really wasn't.

He was independently wealthy.

His whole family died
in a plane crash over
in Europe when he was five.

The thing was,
he liked to buy stuff
and show it off.

His bank account bulged
from the insurance
off the crash.

So you'd have to
sit through some bullshit
if you wanted to score,

because the one thing
about Mark, he loved company.

This looks like
a silver record,
but it's not a silver record.

It's a laser disc.

This one is a water bed.

But it's not a normal
water bed, because
a normal one goes like this.

Lots of waves. Funny thing
is, this one doesn't
have any waves.

Well, why didn't you just
buy a normal mattress

that doesn't have waves?

This one doesn't have waves.

See, it also comes in silver,
but I bought black
because it looks cooler.

Yeah, but...
This is the masterpiece.

It has one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven...

Seven settings
for optimum comfort,

all of which
I will gladly show you now.

It has this projector
in the back.

Five thousand bucks.
I mean, you can buy
a fucking car for that.

This thing here
has a little platinum thing.

There's a movie on there.

And so it never,
never ever gets dirty.

I never buy records.
I only buy CDs 'cause
they sound much better.

That's great.
Hey, there's more.

A lot more?
Much more!

Wake up.

STEVO: It was
a character flaw, sure,
but we all have those.

This part didn't concern me.
The main problem with Mark

was that he was intimidating,
and he had a tendency to snap.

He was always afraid
of getting ripped off,

yet at the same time,
he ripped things off
without shame or guilt.

Chaos in man,
although hopeful

could also be, you know,
a little tiresome.

I had two bags of grass
in this kitchen.

They are always trying
to stiff me, you know?

Who is?
Who?

Who? Everybody.

You know I give to everybody,
Stevo. You know that.

And they just go ahead
and try to take
whatever they want.

It makes me want to kill,

which I've done in the past,
believe me.

I'm not saying
it makes me
a man or anything.

I'm just passing
on the information.

When did you kill?

In Miami, I shot two men.

Why do you think I'm here?
'Cause I love this place?

Salt Lake Shitty?

They tried to rob me,
so I shot them in the head.

You have to put at least
one bullet in the head
just to make sure.

Get out of here.
Come on.

You didn't kill anybody.
Fuck you.

You don't believe me, huh?

Well...

Hey.
With this.

You want to be a cowboy,
I show you cowboy.

Come on. Just put
that thing away.
I hate those things.

Put it away.
I get the joke.
Now put it away.

When I was a kid,
my family died in a crash.

I know.
You know?

My mother told us
to buckle up because things
were going to get bumpy,

so I did.

I looked at her,
and she smiled.

And then like this, boom,
the plane was going down.

My dad was next to the pilot,
and he told us not to worry.

But, hey, even at five
I knew we had trouble
because the pilot was crying.

So I looked at my sister.
She was like, "Oh, man.
We're getting close."

So I looked at my mom again,
and she smiled at me again,

and so this time I smiled.

And then we hit the ground

and something
came through that plane

and cut my mother's
head off.

So now this head
was flying straight at me

and she never took her eyes
off of me.

That's when I passed out.

And when I woke up,
my family was
all around me in pieces.

I saw my mother's arm,
my sister's leg,

my brother's head,

but I couldn't find
my father.

I wanted to, though,

'cause I was going to kick
his fuckin' dead body.

'Cause he lied.

You know what
I'm trying to
tell you, Stevo?

It's so easy,
so easy to get it
taken away from you.

And they try,
every chance
they get, they try.

It's bad.

I mean, it's really bad.

Do you trust Bob?

Bob? Yeah.

I think he might
have taken my stuff.

Well, he's asleep.

What about when
we were upstairs?

He could have
taken it then.

Right. Well,
I don't think so.

I mean, it's not like Bob.
He's not a thief.

How do you know?
You know what?
I think we should ask him.

No. Hey, Mark. Wait.

Hey, Mark. Come on.
Just chill out, man.

Oh, Jesus. Hey, wake up.
Hey, you!

Get up. You have my shit!

Put that shit away
before I kick your ass, man.

Are you all right?

Get off my back!
I don't want to hurt you!

Come here!

What
Come on. Empty your pockets.

This is fucking uncool, Mark!
We'll see about
cool in a minute.

All right. See,
he doesn't have anything.
I told you.

Shut up! Man!
That's it, dude.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?
Yeah, I just thought
you had my shit.

Well, fuck you, man!

Hey, don't say that, fuck you.
I said I'm sorry.

No, fuck you!
I said sorry!

Come on, Bob.
You're like my brother.
No. Get away.

All right.
I'm not mad. Yeah.
You're my friend, huh?

Give me a kiss.
All right.

Here you go.

Hey, did I scare you?

It didn't scare me.

It was a joke, you know.

That's funny.
Yeah. Okay.

Good one, buddy.
Okay.

You shot the couch.
You know what?
I buy a new one.

Oh, there you go.
I say we go out
and steal a car, huh?

All right.
Okay? Let's go.

Punk rock. Maybe you should
just leave the gun, though.

STEVO: So Mark and Bob made up
'cause that's
just how Mark was.

What could you do?
Later he stole a car.

Not that he needed a car.
He already had,
like, three cars.

But I guess fun is fun.

We drove around for a while,
got stoned, me and Mark.

Bob just drank beers.

We talked and had to listen
to Mark's nonsense theories
about everything.

You know what
the funny thing is
about Ronald Reagan?

Actually, it's not that funny
because the poor guy
has only one testicle left.

No shit.
It's true.
I saw a picture once.

Fuck, dude!
That explains a lot.

Ronnie.

The world has no way
to clean itself. That's why
there is so much dust.

There is this underground
road, and it leads
from Texas to D.C.

You know what?
They smuggle
UFOs through there.

It's a bad thing.

Unidentified flying objects?

Did you know
that dolphins
are man

Did you know that?

I saw once a half-dolphin,
half-man in Greece.

STEVO: And as the night
closed, Mark decided to
dump the stolen car.

You know, evidence.

Sink.

Sink, you fool!

Hey, why won't she sink?

Well, it's 'cause
it's the Great Salt Lake.

And?
Yeah, dude.
There's salt in it.

It's, like,
the saltiest lake
in the world.

It makes things buoyant,
you know?
Buoyant. It floats.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Sink, you fool!

You fuckin' stupid
bastard lake! Sink!

What are you trying
to do to me?
All right. Okay. No, no, no.

That's okay.
Let's go home.
Guys!

I'm not done with you!

STEVO: But when
all was said and done,
Mark was an okay guy

and an evening with him
was proof of anarchy.

So we accepted him,
and he came to our parties.

Hey, I'll catch you later,
all right?

Not if I see you first.

I know what
you're talking about.
Excuse me. Can I get through?

Hey, Jen!
Oh, I love your house.

Thank you.
Hey, look it, Jennifer.
Look it.

This is Jennifer.
She's 17.
She looks a lot older.

She looks older
'cause this lifestyle
really hardens you.

It takes the piss out of you.
And she's got this brother...

Easy over there!
She's got this brother
named Chris.

He's this death rock punk guy,
and he's, like,

I don't know why I'm telling
you about him 'cause
you'll meet him later.

Now this girl,
absolutely beautiful,
sweet as pie

is the greatest child
God ever put on this earth,

but you do not wanna mess
with her when she hasn't
had her medication

in a dark, deserted alley.

She will, I repeat,
she will rip your head off.

This girl is a carnivore.

Look. Carnivore.
Be careful.

Who else can
I introduce you to?

Unbelievable!
Oh, yeah, baby.

This is Sandy. Oh, my God,
Sandy. I like Sandy.

Now, Sandy has nothing to do
with anarchy in general.

She's just a beautiful,
wonderful, funny, witty,

loving, sexy, tough-as-nails,
a little weird girl,

and I absolutely adore her.

I like Sandy a lot.

This is John the mod.
Now, mods aren't punks.

We get in a lot of spats
with mods, actually,
but he's okay.

He's one of those
kind of guys goes in
between the tribes freely.

Like a diplomat.

Gandhi!
He always brings gifts.

Where'd you get the beer?
Wyoming. Where else?

This actually needs some
explanation. Beers in
supermarkets in Utah is weak.

Three points instead
of the normal
six points of alcohol.

It's the religious influence,
and it's a pain in the ass.

To me, it makes no sense.
If you've got alcohol,
you've got alcohol.

So why three instead of six?

You know a drunk's just gonna
drink twice as many
beers to get drunk.

So not only do you have
a drunk on your hands,

but you got a drunk
who's fat and gross.

There's nothing worse.
So if you want real beer,
you have two choices,

A, the state-run liquor store.

You see, you can buy
regular beer here.

There are all of three stores
in Salt Lake City to buy it.

And their hours suck.
Oppression.

Also, these were the only
places to buy any alcohol
outside of private clubs.

Who can afford those,
except for guys like my dad?

Don't. Quit it. Stop.
Knock it off. Come on.
Don't do that.

So what do they call you?
Do you have a nickname?

Ah, they do. Yeah.
TLM?

The long man?
Third leg material?

STEVO: You could get whiskey,
gin, wine.

Here's where they kept it.
And here's the worst part.

IDs, boys.

See, this teller
is not just a teller.

He's a cop. This guy right
there, he's a fucking cop.

So we buy a beer, and this
guy's callin' a squad car
to follow us home.

'Cause one look at us,
and he knows, "Gosh, those
guys are gonna be trouble."

Now, Bob and I
may not be innocent,

but we are usually
pretty law-abiding, usually.

On this occasion,
we had done absolutely
nothing wrong.

We looked suspicious, yes,
but in all the
years of pre-law,

I uncovered a lot
of contradictions
in the system,

but I had found nothing
that told me
looking suspicious

was a crime in and of itself.

Come on.
Just give me a shot.

Okay?
There you go! Come on.

But this was not
about the law.
This was about rednecks.

So the battle continued.
Who's to blame 'em?

The cops were rednecks,
our mortal enemies,

worse than mods,
rockers or posers.

So we took our beatings
when we could.

But in this complex world
of fascism that
was Utah state policy,

we had only one choice
if we wanted real beer.

Choice B, Wyoming.

The state line
was one hour and one half,

a short ride to
Evanston, Wyoming,

where you could get booze
like a free man,

like boozers used to go
to Canada for the poison
during Prohibition.

So we rode that morning
before the party with Eddie.

Eddie wasn't an anarchist.
He wasn't really even a punk.

Eddie was into women.

But not in a macho,
jerky kind of way.
He was a true romantic.

He had his ass beat
several times for being gay,
which he was not.

Imagine.
Fag-bashed
without the benefits.

I couldn't give a shit
what the rednecks in
this town think about me.

I know I'm not gay.
Ladies know I'm not.

I have no problem
with gay guys.

As a matter of fact,
they are some
of the coolest guys I know.

The only reason
half these guys start shit,

it's not because
they wanna fight me.

It's 'cause they
wanna fuck me.

I don't know, man.

If somebody called me
somethin' that I wasn't,
I could see getting mad.

The problem with somebody
giving you shit
about being gay,

it's not that they're wrong
about you, it's that
they're giving you shit.

Get it?
So do you like
this music, man?

Yeah. It rocks.

I think it's for posers.
Well, I think you're a fag.

Fuck you.
Fuck yourself.
You'll get more pussy.

STEVO: If looking the way
we did in Utah was unusual,

in Wyoming, affectionately
called the Cowboy State,

we were fucking aliens.

What the hell are you?

We come from the east
in search of the Messiah.

We followed that big star.

Yeah, we bring gold
and frankincense.

Myrrh.
Myrrh.

You do what?
Followed the star.

Oh, my God. Who let you boys
out of the state institute?

We'd better get you boys
back in the hospital.

No. It's all right, man.

We're from England.

England?
Yeah.

That's right. That's
probably why we seem
so weird to you, man.

England, huh?

Well, that explains it,
I guess.

You boys enjoying your
stay here in the good
ol' U.S. of A.?

Sure thing.
It's a great land.

What the hell is that?
It's all right, Mother.

They're from England.

Oh, that figures,
don't it?

What the hell did they do
to your hair?

My God,
you look like a
gol-durned Indian!

STEVO: It was
a medical experiment,
but he's gonna be okay.

You poor boy.

That's how come
there's so many floods
and earthquakes.

There is a curse
on the land.

The end is at hand.
MAN: That's so true.

Excuse me, ma'am,
but there have been
floods and earthquakes

since the beginning
of time, dude.

That is so,
but never have so many
of Satan's followers

been amassed on the Earth
as there are now.

And the Scripture
states clearly

that Satan's followers
will be in the majority

and then God
will raise His head

and fire will spew
from His snout

and vengeance will burn
in His eyes.

You have not seen such fury
like the wrath of God.

So you guys have lots
of devil worshipers
around these parts?

Oh, more than ever.
They bear the mark.

WOMAN: Amen.
Well, what about World War II?

The Nazis were as good as
Satan's army, and the
world didn't end then.

Yeah, dude.
What about the Nazis?

I don't see Nazis
as devil worshipers.

Oh, you don't?

I see 'em more like
a gathering of people.

What? What did...

What's this about a mark?
You guys said something
about a mark.

666.

The mark will
be on all of them.

The mark. Father!
Oh, my God!

I fear you, Father!
Oh, my God!

My padre!
Oh, my God!

Oh, shit!

Go, go, go!
Told you those
boys were trouble.

Oh, shit!

STEVO: The Wyoming folk...
Well, they were okay, I guess.

Just confused
like the rest of us.

But Nazis always pissed
us off. There were a
few Nazi punks in town.

I don't know what these guys
wanted. They had the shaved
heads and arm bands.

Rebellion is one thing.
That I understood.

But there are some things
that are just sacred.

Not to mention that anarchy,
a system-less society
that I wanted,

no government, no rules,
that was the complete
opposite of Nazi fascism.

So we kicked the shit out
of these kids every
chance we could.

And that was that.

Hi, my name's Eddie.

You exist in a
world of dreams, Bob.

You know, I was just sitting
over there in that
chair in the corner.

I didn't really feel the
particular urge to talk
to anybody,

and then I saw you
walk in the room.

You are like a treasure.

I have found a treasure.

Something came over me,
this urge to come over
here and talk to you.

I am Aladdin,
and this is my lamp.

I wished for you,
and here you are.

You're like a poet, dude.

No, it's you
who are the poet.

Your face is like Ginsberg

or Wilde
or even Hawthorne.

Great fucking party!
Fuck, yeah!

What are you?

I'm an ant staring up
at a human being.

I wait with great intensity
to be squashed by you.

You want to...
Who the fuck threw that?

Great fuckin' party!

STEVO: The fight. What does it
mean, and where does it come
from? An essay.

Homo sapien. A man.

He is alone in the universe.

A punker. Still a man.

He is alone in the universe.

But he connects. How?

They hit each other. Ooh!

No clearer way to evaluate
whether or not you're alive.

Now, complications.

A reason to fight,
somebody different.

Difference creates dispute.

Dispute is a reason to fight.

Now, to fight is a reason
to feel pain. Life is pain.

So to fight, with reason,

is to be alive with reason.

Final analysis.
To fight, a reason to live.

Problems and contradictions:
I am an anarchist.

I believe that there should be
no rules, only chaos.

Fighting appears to be chaos,
and when we slam
in a pit at a show, it is.

But when we fight for
a reason, like rednecks,
there is a system.

We fight for what we stand
for, chaos. But fighting
is a structure.

Fighting is
to establish power,
power is government

and government is not anarchy.

Government is war,
and war is fighting.

The circle goes like this.
Our redneck skirmishes

are cheaper versions
of conventional warfare.

War implies
extreme government,

because wars are fought
to enforce rules
or ideals, even freedom.

But other people's ideals
forced on someone else,

even if it is something
like freedom, is still a rule.

Not anarchy.

This contradiction was
becoming clear
to me in the fall of '85.

Even as early as
my first party,
why did I love to fight?

I framed it,
but I still don't
understand it.

It goes against my beliefs
as a true anarchist,
but there it was.

Competition, fighting,
capitalism, government,

the system.
It's what we always did.

Rednecks kicked the shit out
of punks, punks kicked
the shit out of mods,

mods kicked the shit out
of skinheads, skinheads
took out the heavy metal guys,

the heavy metal guys beat
the living shit out
of new wavers,

and the new wavers
did nothing,
they were the new hippies.

What was the point?
Final summation?

None.

So I'll just close up
if you guys give me a second.

Dude, she's, like,
responsible, you know?

She's a businesswoman.
She owns her own store.

She's making a contribution
to society.

Bob, she owns a head shop.
She sells bongs, Bob.

No, no, no. It's not
what you sell.
Blah, blah, blah.

Why do you got to
be so cynical?
Why don't you grow up?

You bitch!

Hey, Mark.
Hey. Great party last week.

We aim to please.
Animals.

I've always loved animals.

It was a little violent
at the end.

Violent?
Look who's talking, Mr. NRA.

What are you doing here?
Actually, I came
by to say I'm off.

Where are you going?
I'm going to Miami.

What the hell is in Miami?
Hell is in Miami.

Don't worry. I'll be back.
You can always count on that.

Why would you ever come back
to a place like this, man?

It's like any other place,
Bob. People, houses,
roads, cars.

What else do you think
is out there?

Freedom.
Yeah.

Freedom.

It's not out there.

Freedom is another way
of saying "death."

Know what I mean?

You're pretty fuckin' weird,
man. You know that?

I'm off.
All right, man. See ya.

Hey, Mark,
if you ever get lonely

or if you ever need someone
to talk to,

Bob's there for you.

Hey, Stevo!

Fuck you!
STEVO: And that was the last
we saw of Mark.

Never came back from
Florida, if that was
where he was going.

Rumor flew around

that he had died in
a plane crash
like he was supposed to

all those years ago.

Anyways, that was Salt Lake.
People came in,
and they went out.

Oh, no.

BOTH: Fuck you.

So, Trish, are we
hangin' out later?

I'll tell you what, Bob.
You're coming with me.

I am?
That's right.

I own you now.
Oh, yeah. That's right.

I forgot to tell you.
I sold myself to
Trish for 36 bucks.

Thirty-six bucks.
Wow, Trish,
that's a good deal.

Salt Lake City.

Land of the dead sea.

Zion, as the Mormons call it.

It really is the holy land.

BOB: See you, Stevo.

You can't afford me, old man.

How are things going
these days?
Not so bad.

How are the ladies
treatin' ya?
The ladies?

I tell you, the women
in this town are
so miserable,

I'd give anything
to get the hell out.

You know, you gave up
a good thing
in my mother, sir.

Maybe so.

So, good news.

The world is coming
to its end.

Better.
Oh. Ow, shit!

Better than that?
The people are revolting.

You...
Yeah?

...have been invited...
Uh

...to attend
Harvard Law School.

Yeah.

Dad, you and I really gotta
work on your definition
of good news.

Steven, this is great news.
You've already gone
through pre-law.

Why not finish the process,
and in the best possible way?

That's so funny,
because, gosh, Father,

don't even remember
applying to Harvard Law.

I applied for you.
You mean you signed my name?

Yeah.
Hey, congratulations,
old man!

Hope you enjoy
your second tour
of Harvard Law School.

Steven, are you going
to walk around
like this forever?

You went to school.
You got great grades.
What else is there?

I cheated, Dad.
I cheated all through college.

Oh, that's right.
Yeah, you cheated.
But why?

You obviously cared enough
about your grades to do well.

I know you, Steve.
You're just like me.

I'm like you, maybe,
but not completely.

Then why pre
Why not liberal science?

Why go at all?

I studied law
'cause I wanted to learn

how completely full of shit
your life's ambition was.

That's crazy.
You know that.

You know what I think it is?
I think you've become
a fascist.

A fascist?
You're a Nazi.

I'm Jewish.
How can I be a Nazi?

That's the worst.
Dad, look at this.
What kind of car is this?

This would be a Porsche.

A Porsche that you bought
at a Volkswagen dealership.

Volkswagen.

Right? For the people.
Who designed it?

Who made that possible?
Let me give you
a hint. Adolf Hitler.

It's just a car, okay?
Absolutely.

I completely
understand that point.

But it's a car that was built,
designed and created

out of the blood and pain
of your people.

Let me take you to lunch.
Okay.

Hang on.

My dad wasn't all bad.
He just, you know,
had no clue.

I liked to bust his balls.

What pissed me off, though,
was, he was right
about one thing.

Why did I do so well
in school? I didn't want to.

I mean, I tried
not to give a shit.

I knew they were just trying
to mold me into cannon
fodder for their wars.

And I knew
that meaning lie elsewhere.

But somehow I studied,
and somehow
I got the grades,

and now, somehow,
I was accepted to a
fucking Ivy League school.

Last place on the planet
for a guy like me.

I mean, I wouldn't
go there unless
it was to set it on fire.

Hey, what are you staring at?
Did you get a good picture?

Now, there was this issue
of a lifelong struggle
with poverty,

which was beginning to cause
reflection to myself

after I had run into
someone from my past
a few days earlier.

You guys wouldn't happen
to have a dollar
or a little somethin'?

Oh, shit. Sean!

Yeah?
Hey, it's me. Stevo.

Bob!
No, Stevo!

Stevo!
How you doing, man?

There you go.
You have no idea
who I am, do you?

Remember?
High school. Mohawk.

Yeah, you had
the fuckin' Mohawk.

Yeah. Punk!
How are you doing?

Good. How are you doing?

I heard they put you away.
But they let me out.
I'm a free man.

Oh, hey, this is Sandy.

Sandy, this is Sean.
Sean, this is Sandy.

Hi.
Hi. Nice to meet you.

Likewise.
So, what you been
doing with yourself?

Oh, man,
I'm a fucking beggar now.

It fucking sucks.

Wow. You should get a job.
I tried that.

I fuckin' tried that. Okay?

Hey!

I gotta go.

Can I help you?
Yeah. I called
about the job.

You called?
Yeah. I wanna sell clothes.

Women's clothes.

I don't know.
Have you had experience?

With what?
Women's clothes.

What the fuck would I be doing
in women's clothes?

What do I look like,
a transvestite? I'm not
no fuckin' transvestite!

No, no, no.
I mean, have you
ever worked in retail?

You know, selling...clothes.

If I was selling clothes
already, what would
I be doing here?

I really don't think this
is the right way to start
a working relationship.

You got a real bad attitude,
lady. In fact, I don't
even want your job.

I don't care how much
you'd pay me,
'cause I got integrity.

In-fuckin'-tegrity!

It's, like, impossible.
It's, like, the hardest thing.

There's nothing out there
for me.
That's really tough.

I'm a bum now.
That's what I do.

Here, man.
Oh, hey.

Thanks.

What about your parents?
My parents?

Oh, you mean my mom.
My mom is scared of me.

She won't even
let me in the house.

It's not like I killed anybody
or hurt anybody, you know.

It's just, she's scared.
Yeah.

Hey, we gotta get outta here.

STEVO: I couldn't even look
at the guy. I felt
a pain in my stomach.

I didn't like it so I turned
my back, just like
everybody else.

I'll see you guys in
the rebound.
On the rebound.

Right.
On the rebound.

It really fucked me up.

Not Sean, but turning my back.

Ignoring the truth.

So what'd I do? I dropped acid
with Sandy in Highland Park

just to further
ignore the truth.

This shit is good.
I got it from Trish.
Trish got it from Mark.

That's a weird couple,
Bob and Trish.

Do you think they're
in love?
Don't know.

I'll have to ask them that.

It's weird.
What's that?

The park is so dead.

This town is dead.
It's what?

It's dead.
Dead, dead, dead, dead.

Maybe we're dead.

Wouldn't that be nice?

That's the canyon where
the devil worshipers go.
You wanna check it out?

Look at the colors!

You know, before the...
You know, before the...

Before the Mormons
settled this valley,

this is where
the Donner party came through.

The cannibals?
Yeah, the cannibals.
Two families.

The head of the one family
was right. He said,
"We should go south.

"We shouldn't go
over the mountains.

"We should go down around
the Sierras and
get to California."

They got in a fight,
and this guy killed one of the
members of the Donner party.

There was a raging battle.

They kicked him out.
Outcast. By himself,
alone in the wilderness.

He did it. He went around
the Sierras to California
by himself.

Alone in the wilderness,
to be by himself.

That guy came back
and saved the
Donner party's ass

when they got snowed in.

SANDY: Stevo! Come here!

Help me. I'm dying.

Feel me. Look.
I'm right here.

STEVO: I'm right here.
Feel me.

Do you feel me?
That's it.

They just threw him out
for him to die.

They threw him out while
they're sitting there
eating themselves...

I can see everything!

What the fuck
is happening to me?

No, I'm not.
Yes, you're dying.

Why are you always dying?
Why is everyone dying?

I think the world
will really end.

Why do you say that?
There's no place
else for it to go.

You're right.
But when's it gonna end?

That I can't tell you.
No, that you must tell me.

I can't.

Come on,
little cookie surprise.
Come with us!

Please tell me.
I can show you.

It's beautiful, right?

As beautiful as it can be,

I guess.

Beautiful like you.

You wanna see something
else beautiful?
Sure.

Beauty's the end, Stevo.

The end.

STEVO: The question lingered
in my mind about Bob
and Trish, were they in love?

So I thought I'd
just ask outright.
You guys in love?

Who?
You and Trish.

Oh. Uh, I don't know.

I'll have to think about that.
It's not really
a thinking question.

Well, you know, I...

I worship her and all.
She's like a goddess.

If she died, I'd die.

If she told me
to cut off my left arm,
I'd probably do it.

If she told me to lick
a cop's asshole,
I'd probably do it.

All right, all right,
I get it.

Yeah, I guess I love Trish.

It's weird, man.
I never thought
I'd fall in love.

I was just wondering.

I always thought
you were a poser.

Why am I a poser?

Only posers fall in love
with girls, so you're a poser.

Fine. I guess I'm a poser.
That's what I just said.

I don't really think
you're a poser.

I was just bustin' on you.
I know, I know.

I didn't think
you thought I was.

Where were we going?
I mean, really,
what was happening?

This life, it was crazy.
And I felt tired.

Halfway through the season,
inside I was so tired,

and I had this
wave of melancholy,

just, like,
sweep through me,

and this impending sense

that my philosophies,
anarchy, was falling apart.

What do you do when
your foundation falls apart?
I don't know.

They don't teach you that
in school.

Then there was this party
at Chris'.

Chris lived on the outskirts
of town, in suburbia,
surrounded by Mormons.

His house was like a commune.
I told you about
Chris earlier.

At that first party
he had that sister
Jennifer, red hair.

Remember her?
Really sexy. Carnivore.

You remember, right?
This is Jen.

Stevo, how you doing?
Great. How you doin'?

Great. Great.
I'm really doing...
I'm really doing well. Really.

God, what are you on tonight?
I'm on nothing.
That's exactly my point.

I stopped taking
my medications, and everything
feels so much better.

Chris told me to stop taking
them 'cause then
I would believe in God

and I would dissolve.

So I stopped,
'cause I'm really
superstitious.

Everything is so much
clearer right now.

Seriously. So pure.
Right.

This is Jen,
looking a lot
like Ophelia tonight.

Chris's house was
like a commune.
All the regulars were there.

Freaky Deaky,
Bob was hanging
out with Trish.

Then there was Mike.
He was quiet all night.
Sat in the corner.

The whole party was weird.
This vibe was going on.
Strange night.

Stevo, I see things clearly,
like my brother sees them.

Where's your brother?
Downstairs talking.

They talk all the time,
and it's so lame...

I wanna go talk.
No, no, no, no.

Stevo!

Definitely a hippie.

Hey. There you go.

I can't tell you
how good it is to see you.

My heart has been
so heavy, Stevo.

That's a mighty
nice hookah.

I've been trying
to get stoned,
but it won't happen.

I've been smoking
since I was born.

Why'd you tell Jennifer
to get off her medication?

She is completely
out of her mind when
she's off her medication.

Isn't she beautiful?
Have you seen her gown?

That's my sister.
She's not
a Lithium Barbie doll.

She needs to be
who she is.
Yes.

And she should be.

But who she is...
...is evaporating.

I don't think
she knows who she is.

I think we're starting to talk
about pain here, Stevo.

A human being
must go through pain.

What is Jones doing?
Satanic bible.

I'm gonna prove
there's no Satan.

He doesn't exist!

He's going to try to summon
the beast tonight at midnight.

He isn't going to come,
and when he doesn't come,

Jones will have proved
that science
is the only truth.

Have you met my other sister?
There's a lightning
storm coming.

I need to get a picture of it.
Hi, Stevo.

That's my sister.
Your whole family
is a little strange.

Yes, but we are strange.

Let's speak of anarchy.
Yeah.

So we started our debate.
This was our custom.

He believed in structure,
I believed in chaos.

This was an ongoing fight.
He seemed to be winning.

Parties are like this in
Salt Lake for us punks.

The days would pass.
There would be a party, then
a fight, then another day.

This was the cycle.
It was getting old, though.

I was feeling old.

Anyway, it was a weird night.

The school of science says
the world moves from
order to disorder, chaos.

They're fools, Stevo.

You know, life goes from order
to disorder to order.

Atoms come together randomly
to form a structure.

An infant is born...
A child, yeah.

Exactly. It grows,
it gets older, it dies,
it decomposes.

Exactly.
Back into chaos.

Exactly. Anarchy.

But then those atoms
are reformed
into something else.

A blade of grass, a tree,
a flower, whatever,
the cycle, man.

I got it.

The cycle, man.

Yeah, I get you.
The cycle.

The time is now!

I'm gonna go out
and I'm gonna prove

that all your faith
and all your prayers
are unfounded!

You comin'?

Is he serious?
He's always serious, Stevo.

I'm gonna go watch.
I'll see you later.

I treasure these talks, Stevo.
Not as much as I do.

We've got science to celebrate
and demons to dispel.

Off your butt, Pippy!

We're gonna go show
that science
is the only truth!

I think we're gonna cut.
This makes me uncomfortable.

He shouldn't be playing
with something
he doesn't know.

I don't blame you. I'll get
a ride home with Sandy.
Have you guys seen her?

I saw her
in the back earlier.
So did I.

All right,
I'll see you later.

What?

What do you want?

STEVO: It wasn't that I loved
Sandy. I knew that we
had an understanding.

I discovered then that Chris
was right, all things
had systems, even me.

I was about to beat the shit
out of this guy because
he had invaded my territory.

It was my territory,
no question about it,
just like in the wild.

I was following nature,
nature was order
and order is the system.

SANDY: Stevo! Stevo!

Shut the fuck up!
Stop it! Stop it!

Get off me!
Get the fuck off me!

You're such a fuckin' pussy.
What the fuck
did you do that for?

Fuck you.

JONES: In the name of Satan,
ruler of the Earth and
King of the underworld,

I command
the forces of darkness
to dispel their infernal...

STEVO: Jones didn't
need to prove
the devil did not exist,

not as a supernatural being,

because I had
seen the devil.

He was in that
room with Sandy.

He was me, Harvard,
my mom and dad, all of us.

Jones was just making
all of this up anyway,
so who cared?

"Fuck 'em," I thought.
"Fuck him, fuck this party
and fuck everything.

"Above all, fuck anarchy."

I don't know,
we were, like,
just kickin' it,

smokin' cigarettes and...

Trish had, like,
candy corn, dude, and...

We were just watching
birds and shit and
I just started thinking,

Salt Lake ain't
that bad, you know.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I know it sucks and all...

But, you know,
this is, like,
home, you know.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

All I'm saying is,
if you think about it...

No matter where you go
you gotta have a home,

and Salt Lake is,
like, home.

This place is never
gonna be my home.
I'm just saying...

No, you said
what you were gonna say.

Get it?
Now you fuckin' listen.

Look at this fuckin' place.
It's a shit hole!

Look out there and tell me
what you see. Nothin'!

Nothin' piled upon
fucking nothin'.

It's like Jesus Christ
took a shit and
it landed right here!

So you can be happy
all you fuckin' want.
All right?

I used to think
we were alike,
we were similar.

We had something
together, like this.

We thought alike,
we felt the same way.

But you...

Fuck you.

Grow up, Bobby.
Look around and grow up.

'Cause I swear
to God, man,

I'll fuckin' write you
off like that.

This is your home?
You know what?
Fuck your home.

STEVO: And this city
was still the same.

Just look like it.
There's nothing going on.

That's what I saw
when I looked out
over the city, nothin'.

How the Mormon settlers
looked upon this valley

and felt that it was
the promised land
is beyond me.

Maybe it looked
different back then.

Look at this thing,
this temple.

When I was 7
and we moved here,

Mom and Dad told me
this was Disneyland.

Rightfully so.

Been livin' with
Mickey, Donald and
the whole crew since.

And now Mike,
a good friend of mine,
was gettin' out.

BOB: What?

I'm leaving.
I'm going to Notre Dame.

How could you do that?
I'm 18.
I gotta go to college.

Mike, I'm gonna
miss you, man.

It's gonna suck around
here without you.

What's you major
gonna be, dude?
Botany.

What's that?
Plants.

You're gonna study plants?

I wanna save
the rain forests.

Somebody's gotta
fight for them.

Do you believe this guy?

He's going off
to save the plants.

This guy was one of
the most hard-core

sons of bitches
I ever met,

and he's going off
to save the plants.

I remember this time
he was drunk

and he got the idea
in his head that all
the cars on his block

would look better
without windows.

Get down, bitch!

STEVO: He took 'em all on.
They needed to call backup.

Finally they got him
in the back of a squad car.

The cops thought
he was on angel dust.

"The only way
he could do it."

Not so.
It was just Mike.

He broke those
goddamn handcuffs,

kicked the window
out of the car, drunk.

That's it.
Never got caught either.

Story was all over the papers.

It took weeks for us
to get him to admit

that it was him
that had done it.

Now he's going
off to hug a tree.

I kind of knew
it was the end.

All that was left
was Bob and me.

First two punks.

The last two punks.

Then again,
I was getting the impression
I was all that was left.

Bob was in love.

Stevo, I want to
introduce you to a
young friend of mine.

I think you'd like her.

Yeah? Why do
you think that?

I don't know.

She's smart,
and she's ambitious.

I'm not ambitious.
Not yet, dude.

Stevo.

I love you.
Bob loves you.

What's the matter?
Nothing.

Nothing's the matter.
I'm right as rain.

Why are you always
depressed all the time?

I'm not depressed.

I think Sandy
really got you.

No.

You know, dude,
it's no big deal.

You're like my brother
and I love you and all.

But what that
fucking bitch did,

you should
fucking kill her.

She had the right.

She had the right.
It was the agreement.

Should've been
more careful.

That Stevo's
got a big heart.

I don't have
a big heart, Trish.

I have a heart
the size of a pea.

It's okay, though.
I mean, you guys are...

You guys are happy.
That's okay.

Please just don't pity me.

Hey, Bob, tell her
I get off on pain, please.

Yeah, he does,
you know.

I've mellowed
out a lot,

but Stevo's
fuckin' hard-core.

Hard-core or not,
I think he should
meet Brandy.

She's having a party
at her parents' next week.

Yeah! She's a
rich girl, dude.

That's okay.

I'm a rich boy, right?

Yeah, but you're
a cool rich boy.

I don't know about that
anymore, but...

Brandy.
That sounds kinda fun.

Yeah?

See?

Nothing.

Miles of nothing.
Just space.

You could fall in
and never come out.

STEVO: So it came to this...

A blind date, my first.

What the hell. I didn't
want to let them down.
They were good people.

The thing was,
I didn't need a date.
I needed an answer.

The year was
a waste, all right,

but not the kind of waste
I was looking for.

Not a glorious wastefulness
filled with parties
and fights and good sex.

No.

Instead...

It was more like the waste...

That is the salt flats.

What are we doing here?

It's his birthday, dude.

Oh, yeah?

How old is he?

I don't know.

I don't think he knows.

He's old, though.
I know that.

You wanna look
presentable for
your old man.

Aren't you gonna
wake him up?

I don't know.
What do you think?

I don't know, man.
It's your dad.

Yeah, I know.
It's just, you know,

he's kinda
crazy sometimes.

What do you mean?

I mean, he thinks
the CIA's after him
and stuff.

What the hell
do you want?

What do you
want with me?
Dad, it's me.

It's Bob. Your son.

Happy birthday.

How do you know
it's my birthday?

You people
know everything.

What the hell do you want?
I don't know anything.

Now you're in trouble.

This is my house,
you dummies.

I was born here!
I'm an American!

This is my piece
of the pie!

I don't give a shit
who sent ya.

I'm gonna blow your
goddamn heads off.

Next time you'd better
bring back the army.

Goddamn CIA.

STEVO: In all those years
I had never met Bob's dad.

But I suddenly felt
I knew my friend a lot better.

I felt bad for him.
I didn't like that feeling.

He's kind of
a lunatic, you know.

Yeah, I'll say.

Sorry.

Don't be.

It's not your fault.

You're my friend,
that's all.

I'm sorry.

STEVO: It was the
last party of my youth
and I was to meet Brandy.

I'm gonna say it
right here, people,

Brandy was the woman
I was gonna marry.

I didn't know it then.

Didn't even know
what she was like.

I wasn't even sure
if I was gay, asexual,
a punk, a mod...

My dad, Bob,
Sean the beggar.

I didn't know
a goddamn thing that night.

If I knew what was
ahead of me,

I may have stayed in bed,

or I may have felt
better about that night.

Life is like that.
We change, that's all.

You see, the guy I am now
is not the guy I was then.

If the guy I was then
met the guy I am now

he'd beat
the shit out of me.

Those are the facts.

But still I lied awake.

Was I afraid?

Was I angry?

Or was it just the end?

Hmm?

Was it just the end
and I knew it?

* On and on and on

* Canadian Club, love

* A place in the country

* Everyone's ideal

* But you are my favorita

* And a place in
your heart, dear
makes me feel more

* Real

* Oh, mother of pearl

* I wouldn't change you
for the whole world *

Stevo, this is Brandy.

Come on in, you guys.
Drinks in the back.

STEVO: It was the
hardest punch I ever took.

Knocked the wind
right out of me.

I was hers.
That was it.

One smile.

We got acquainted
as the party
raged around us.

I have to ask
you something.

Yeah, go ahead. Ask me.

Well, why do you
go out of your way
to look like a bum?

I look like a bum?

Not in a bad way.

I look like a bum
in a good way.

Aren't you, like,
rebelling against society?

Put that simply,
kinda, yeah.

Hey, Brandy!
What's goin' on?

What are you doin'
with this fucker?
Just talking.

Shit!

See you later.

You were saying?

Wouldn't it be more
of an act of rebellion

if you didn't spend
so much time buying
blue hair dye

and going out
to get punky clothes?

It seems so petty.

Stop me if
I'm being offensive.

Oh, no, go right ahead.
It's... No, it's fine.

You wanna be
an individual, right?

You look like
you're wearing a uniform.

You look like a punk.

That's not rebellion.
That's fashion.

Then what's rebellion?
Rebellion happens
in the mind.

You can't create it.
You just are that way.

Right.

How old are you?

I'm 19.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Nothing. I was just...
I was just wondering.

What you're
basically saying

is that you wouldn't
like a guy like me
because I have silly hair

and I dress
kinda funny, right?

No, not at all.

I like you, actually.

I mean, we just met.

This is my party,
and I'm hanging out
with you all night.

Wear what you want.

I don't care about
things like that.

I was just
posing a theory...

And trying
to understand.

So...

Then you do like me.

Mildly.

STEVO: What was I doing?
What was I, an asshole?

I was in love,
and I just met this person.

I hated her ideas
because they were
critical of me,

but I loved her anyway.

It was a curse.
No, it was a punishment.

I went with it.
We talked all night.

You okay?

I got a headache.

I gotta go to
the bathroom.

Bob! How goes it?

What's goin' on?

I got a fuckin' headache.
I have some pills for that.

This fuckin' music...
No, I don't take
pills, dude.

It's candy.
They're just vitamins.

Headache in a bottle?

What'd you do?
I don't like the mirror.

What happened?
I don't like
fucking mirrors!

All right?

You're drunk, Bob.
I'm sorry.

What did he do?

He gets crazy when
he's drunk, that's all.

Everybody out.

That's it. Party's over.

Out, out, out.

I'm sorry about
that window.
I didn't mean to...

I'll buy you a new one.

No, I'll tell them
it was an accident.

It's seven years
bad luck.

No, it's seven years
bad luck.

It's seven years
bad luck!

All right,
I'll take him home.
I'll get him out of here.

Where are we going?

Let's go.

All right, you guys.
Everything's cool.

Can I call
you tomorrow?
No.

I mean, yeah.
That'd be cool.

Yeah, okay.

Good.

Sorry. I had a
great time tonight.
I really did.

Me too.

Great time.
Great party.

Yeah.

How you feeling, buddy?

Dude, I'm not like
my dad, you know.

I'm not gonna cry, dude.
You know what I mean?

Fine. Don't cry.

You think
I let him down?

Think I let my dad down?
No.

If anything,
he let you down.

I wanna marry Trish.

I'm serious, dude.

Yeah, all right.

Come on!
Jesus Christ.

I swear to God,
you're like
a high school girl.

Jesus Christ.

Good night, asshole.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Bobby, get up.

Get up. It's, like, 3:00.
Let's get something to eat.

Oh, fuck.

God.

Fuckin' poser.

Only posers die,
you fucking idiot!

Now what am I
gonna do for a friend?

You're my only friend!

Please wake up now!

Please! I'm sorry!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, man. Oh, jeez.

Oh, my God.

I wasn't ready for this.

I wasn't ready.

STEVO: And we put him
under the ground.

The official
cause of death?

Overdose from Percodan.

That's what John's girlfriend
gave him for his headache.

That, mixed with
the booze, did him in.

Heroin Bob, the guy
who never did any drug
in his life outside of beer

died from
a narcotic overdose.

And that was it.

He fell,

and I went on.

What else was I gonna do?

Bob got me into this
whole punk-fashion anarchy
trip in the first place.

It hit me after the funeral.
It was always Bob.

Started way back when
we were kids, maybe 14.

We were such losers
back then.

Those guys that sat alone
in the cafeteria,

getting shit
from the jocks,

wishing to God
they could be cool for
just, like, one minute.

Then one day
Bob had had enough.

Being a dweeb
was not what he had
in mind for our future.

Hey, Bob. You're early.
Dad was flipping out.
I had to leave.

Mike and Eddie are coming,
so it should be a good game.

I have a good dungeon.

Stevo, this D and D shit,
it sucks.

What?
It sucks.

But you're a
seventh-level magic user.

It's going great
for your character.

Stevo,
it's bullshit, though.

"Magic user."
What the hell's that?

These elves and dwarves
and dragons, man.

This music...
Rush is a very good band.

Their music is very complex,
and the perfection...

I'm not saying
they're not talented,
and, yeah, they rock,

but it's not the only
music out there.

I've got
a John Denver record.

I'm serious.

Anyway, I like them.
They rock, man.

There's a whole
world out there.

People are having fun.

We should be
going to parties,

getting drunk,
getting laid,

being wild.

The last time
we went to a party

we got our
asses kicked.

Maybe we should have
our own parties.

How about
we turn this off...

Don't touch
my stereo, Bob.

Give me a chance.

Got this from
a guy I know in LA.

You know a guy in LA?
Shh!

You tell me
if this doesn't rock.

This isn't anything.

Just give it a chance.

What is it?

What is it?
Yeah, what is it, Bob?

It's new.

Okay.

STEVO: So there I was.

I was gonna go to Harvard.
It was obvious.

I was gonna be
a lawyer and play in
the goddamn system.

That was that.

I was my old man.
He knew.

So what else could I do?

I mean, there's
no future in anarchy.

But when I was into it
there was never
a thought of the future.

We were certain
the world was gonna end.

When it didn't,
I had to do something.

So fuck it.

I could be
a litigator in New York

and piss the shit
out of the judges.

I mean, that was me,
a troublemaker, the future,

one of those guys
my parents so arrogantly
saved the world for

so we could fuck it up.

I could do a hell of a lot
more damage in the system
than outside of it.

That was the
final irony, I think.

That and, well, this.

And fuck you
if you're already
thinking it.

When all was
said and done,

I was nothing more
than a goddamn
trendy-ass poser.

* Efficiency and progress

* Is ours once more

* Now that we have
the neutron bomb

* It's nice
and quick and clean

* And gets things done

* Away with excess enemy

* But no less value
to property

* No sense in war

* But perfect sense

* At home

* The sun beams down
on a brand-new day

* No more welfare tax to pay

* Unsightly slums
gone up in flashing light

* Jobless millions
whisked away

* At last we have
more room to play

* All systems go
to kill the poor tonight

* Gonna kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill,
kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

* Behold the sparkle
of champagne

* The crime rate's gone
Feel free again

* Oh, life's a dream
with you, Miss Lily White

* Jane Fonda
on the screen today

* Convinced the liberals
it's okay

* So let's get dressed
and dance away the night

* While they kill, kill, kill,
kill, kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill,
kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill,
kill the poor tonight

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

* Behold the sparkle
of champagne

* The crime rate's gone
Feel free again

* Oh, life's a dream
with you, Miss Lily White

* Jane Fonda
on the screen today

* Convinced the liberals
it's okay

* So let's get dressed
and dance away the night

* While they kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

* Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight