All language subtitles for The.Monkey.2025.720p.WC-[YTS.MX]-fr

Hi, there.

You know you've got a fair amount
of blood on you there, sir.

Oh.

Yeah, it's not even mine. It was just this…

Never mind.

Hey, listen… I need you to
take this thing off my hands.

Just make it someone else's problem.

Yeah, I mean… I thought my boys
were gonna love it, but uh…

Let me tell you, man. They will not.

NO RETURNS ON CHILDREN'S TOYS

No! It's not uh… a toy.

So, don't ever call it that. It's a…

It's…

Actually, I don't know exactly what it is.

Besides, it appears to be broken.

See, the drumstick seems to be
stuck in the "up" position.

You do not want…

the goddamn drumstick to come down.

Okay?

Because when it does,

I promise you…

…we are all fucked to hell.

Okay?

Woah…!

Well sir…

I can't speak for you, but…

I don't feel especially fucked to hell.

Hot dog.

SALE - FLAMETHROWER £300

Who's smiling now, you infernal son of a whore!

I don't know if every father passes
some secret horror onto his kids,

but mine sure did.

THE MONKEY

My name is Hal Shelburn.

This is me and my twin brother Bill.

Well…

This is us before everything.

Bill was the kind of kid that would say shake on it,

but then pull his hand back
and pretend to slick his hair.

He was older than me by three minutes
and ate most of my mom's placenta

so that made him my big brother.

A role he took seriously and treated me
like shit whenever he got the chance.

I didn't mean to tell you.

Mom said she hates you because you made
dad leave and now she has to go on dates.

But I managed to love him anyway,

even if I did sometimes fantasize
about being an only child.

I hate you, Bill Shelburn.

My mom raised us on her own,
for as long as she could at least.

And my mom…

Well, I can remember her
perfectly like it was yesterday.

Your father…

Well, your father went out for a pack of cigarettes…

…and never came back.

Just made like an egg, and scrambled.

And sure, sure… I could have been
one of his stewardesses,

but… of course the deadbeat
never took me anywhere.

Just brought back Swiss
cuckoo clocks and bonsai trees.

Knick-knacks and souvenirs to stuff our closets full.

And one day my darling boys,
all of that horse shit will be yours.

We know my mom thought
it was a bunch of junk but,

for Bill and me, dad's closet
was full of clues to who he was.

There she is…

Deadbeat's disguise.

The hell's that thing from?
Paris, France or something?

It says "organ grinder monkey, like life".

You mean life-like, dumb shit.

No…

What?

Hey, give me that thing.

Here.

Do you think this does junk if I turn this?

Don't Bill, it's dad's.

Dad's gone, fuck face!

And I'm his next of skin, so…

legally, everything in here's mine.

Stupid thing's broken, anyway.

Don't come in our room, dumb shit.

Shotgun!

Obviously.

Christ, what's worse than a blind date.

I'd rather take my chances and kiss
a goddamn frog and see what happens.

Okay, boys.

No soda after you brush your teeth.

And no fires.

And no video games, because of the last fire.

I tried to tell 'em no fires,
but these boys are nothing but willish.

Thank you, babysitter Annie.

I'll be home by midnight.

Okay, boys. I've got only one rule for tonight.

Keep your hands off the hot
parts of the table, okay?

I'll try, but…

I'm just a man.

Oh Bill, knock it off.

Holy shit!

Maybe an experience like that could
have brought me and Bill closer,

but it turned out one freak tragedy
wasn't gonna be nearly enough.

How is her head still together?

Don't think about it too much.

Oh, fuck…

Oh, yeah…

Today, we're here with Annie Wilkes.

Uhh, gone… by accident.

Rather in an accident because,
you know, there's no accidents.

Is there a divine plan?

Sure, you know.

Maybe.

Call it a coin toss, you know, heads or tails.

But not Annie's head because
that is… uh… separate.

That's a separate issue.

You know? Why her… though? Right?

Why Annie?

Why not you?

Or you?

Everything for a reason, yeah… totally.

And uh… it is what it is.

It is what it is.

The word of the Lord.

Everything is an accident.

Or… nothing is an accident.

Either way. Same thing.

It's not if… or even how…

it's only when.

Everybody dies.

And that's life.

I'll die…

And you… will both die.

And all of your friends and their parents…

and all of their pets and everybody.

Some of us peacefully in our sleep.

And some of us, horribly…
violently… tied up with clothesline.

Screaming through duct tape
over our mouths and all that jazz.

And to hell with it.

Come on, let's go dancing.

It might've been on the day of a funeral

but that probably was the happiest day of my life.

It's funny how quickly that can change.

Hey!

Kid.

Your brother says your dad left your mom,

flew out to Paris, France

to buy cigarettes because you're a big fat baby

who cried all the time.

And man,

don't your moms deserve better?

I mean, don't she?

So I guess that means your mom will be
wearing the pants in the house now, huh?

I think that's how it works, yeah.

Oh, but see, you're wearing pants.

And two people can't be wearing
the pants in the house at the same time.

So looks like you got yourself
a bit of a pants problem, kid.

Honey, I'm making PB & J.

Oh, wait.

How am I? Oh I'm great.

I love slaving over my two sons all day long.

Mom!

Why did you put dad's weird monkey in our room?

You know I don't go in there
anymore since I found that stiff sock.

Oh, yeah.

You didn't have anything to do with
my babysitter's head, right?

That'd be like… Yo!

You really got the hots for that thing, huh?

I don't.

It's all good.

You can have it, but all you gotta do
is say you wanna marry it.

I don't want to marry it.

Say, "I want to be Mrs. Stupid Monkey".

I want to be Mrs. Stupid Monkey…

Now say…

"I wanna suck it's banana"

No, Bill… No.

Say it or I'll eat the rest of your placenta, bitch.

I wanna suck it's banana…

Alright.

We have a deal.

You can have the monkey.

Idiot.

Between the ages of twelve and fifteen,
the penis takes on a life of its own,

and becomes sensitive to physical
and emotional horseplay.

Around this time, the opposite sex
becomes both appealing and horrifying,

representing both the
comforting, mother archetype,

and the devouring mouth of the infinite.

Yo, Mrs. Torrance!

Hal Shelburn's jerking his monkey under his desk.

Honey, I'm making devil's food.

I don't fucking want any!

Language!

Who talks to their mother like that?

What are you, a sailor in a ship yard?

You!

It's because of you that deadbeat Bill did this to me.

You know who I'm talking about, don't you?

That asshole kid who lives in here with me?

That's Bill.

You want to know something else?

I wish Bill was dead.

Hey mom, are you home?

Is dinner ready?

Mom!

Not even making it yet?

What the fuck?!

The doctors call what happened
to my mama "boomerang aneurysm"

but I was the only one who knew what it really was.

They said chances of it
happening were one in 44 million.

And that's just another way to say,
it has to happen to somebody.

And that's how it works.

You turn the key and the drumsticks go up.

They come down again when it chooses
who it wants to kill next.

It doesn't take requests.

It kills who it wants when it feels like it

and it doesn't owe you an explanation.

It's true what it says on the box…

It's just like life.

Son, perhaps it's best…

Shut up!

Hey mom!

Mom, wake up.

Mom?

Mom, that's a funny joke.

Mom!

Wake up…

Okay you can keep talking…

You know, your aunt Ida and your uncle Chip…

…never wanted kids.

No.

Always just kind of preferred
a life where you sit down

and you don't stand up again until you want to.

Also, we're swingers, but… oh well.

I want you to know…

…we're gonna do our very best with you boys.

It's just that our very best might be…

…pretty bad.

The fuck?

I put the pieces in a garbage bag and
made sure it got on the garbage truck

and I assumed that would be the end of it.

After that, Bill and I were never the same.

I mean, we looked the same because we
were twins and… You know what I mean.

Aunt Ida and Uncle Chip picked up
Bill and me and moved us to Maine.

And I guess I hoped we'd left
the worst of it behind us.

♪ They say everything can be replaced. ♪

♪ They say every distance is not near. ♪

♪ So I remember every face… ♪

♪ of every man who put me here. ♪

You didn't take off your suit, Bill?

If I take it off then I'll have to put it back
on as soon as there's another funeral

or if I don't take it off then I
won't have to put it back on.

So there won't be any more funerals.

Sleep tight, you two.

Why the hell did you bring it?
- I didn't, I chopped it up.

Doesn't look chopped up to me.

I'm telling you, Bill. It's a bad monkey.

It's a bad, magic, killer monkey.

You think it killed babysitter Annie?

Maybe?

Probably, I don't know.

I was going to marry that girl.

I know you would, Bill.

We should try it on purpose
to see if anyone else we know dies.

No, we shouldn't. What if it gets one of us?

Then I promise to pretend
to be sad when you're dead.

Yeah, me too.

You think it could kill the person
who turns the key or not?

How the hell should I know?

Do you think mom turned it?

I'm going to try it.

Don't, Bill.

It was a hunting accident, but not the usual kind.

Uncle Chip was trampled by a stampede

of 67 wild horses in his
sleeping bag on a camping trip.

I overheard the undertaker say that
when they dumped the body out

it looked like someone had
dropkicked a cherry pie.

I don't mind much that Uncle Chip's gone.

He was kind of an asshole.

I just mind more that I feel pretty good it wasn't me.

But it's got to be done, you know?

To keep it away from the people who
might feel really good about using it.

The Nazis and Russians and "Iranqis" and whatnot.

We knew that it couldn't be destroyed,
so we hoped that we could maybe contain it.

Just get rid of it.

And make it go to fuck away.

And for a long time, anyway…
it really seemed like it had.

I haven't seen the monkey
since we threw it down the well.

But it feels like only a matter
of time before it comes back.

This is me, today.

I pretty much lost all contact
with Bill, and I'm good with that.

He was kind of an asshole anyways.

I don't have any friends, and I do
my best to stay away from family.

For fear that if the monkey returns,
it will kill someone close to me.

But staying away from family,
that's easier said than done.

Go fuck your mother!

Hey, Dwight.

Hal, man. Come in, come in.

Oh, no, it's cool. I got to run early today.

I got to pick up my kid.

Wait, you got a kid?

Shit, man, that sucks.

Does it live with you?

Uh, no. No, he doesn't, but uh…

I get to see him once a year,
so I'm taking him to Horror Heaven.

Roller coasters I guess.

Once a year? Shit, man, that sucks.

I bet your ex-wife's some type of megabitch, huh?

Oh, no, the once a year thing that was my idea.

It turns out I'm kind of a bad influence.

Here comes…

…trouble.

Who you?

It's not like, you know…

I beheld a pale horse and on it was a pale rider

and the rider's name was, you know… Death.

But, uh…

Yeah, there has been some death.

Shit, man, that sucks.

Love, Hal.

Fuck.

DAD

Feel that parental energy
transferred from you to me.

Petey's been asking about you more and more, Hal.

And it's breaking our hearts.

About me?

What about me? Why?

Because you're his father,

and he's doing a family tree school project,

and like it or not, you're one of the branches.

Look, I care about Petey. I do.

I care about him a lot. Like, a lot, lot.

Just now, when we were on the couch together,

I took your power.

Woah, I never said you could take my power.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Ted has decided to legally adopt Petey…

What?

And once the adoption is finalized

it won't be necessary for you to see Petey at all.

But you can't just do that.

He can't just do that.

As the leading expert in my field…

…can't I?

Listen, you and Petey have this time.

So just take the week, lock in some nice memories,

and then cleanly cut it off.

Like a vestigial tail.

That's what you want, isn't it?

No.

It's not what I want.

I want to spend time with Petey.

It's just, you know…

Vestigial?

It means something that has become functionless

and as a result is no longer necessary.

I know what it means, Ted.
- I'm sure you do.

I do.

Well, I have your power.

Well, I peed in one of your bushes on the way in.

Now, this is the part where I
suggest that we arm wrestle.

Arm wrestle for what?

For all the marbles.

And by marbles, I am of course
referring to your little balls.

My…
- Hey.

Honey.
- Oh, Petey.

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

What are you guys talking about?

ESTATE SALE

What do you mean, it reminds you of your dad?

Are you talking about the shit eating grin
or the hairy back and arms?

Do you ever wonder where he is?

Dad, I mean.

Baby, that ain't worth it.

But if you're really looking for
an answer I'd have to go with either…

at a card table or under a hooker.

Ugh sick, ma… Come on, gross.

Hey Beauchamps, honey.

Do you want a drag?

But you're still thinking
of selling that monkey thing

to the nut who never leaves his house?

I mean have you ever even
met this guy face-to-face?

Sounds like a real fucking pervert to me.

So, do you have any brothers or sisters?

Is that your family tree thing?

What gave it away?

Okay.

So, brothers, sisters?

Yes, no?

Uh, no.

No to both?

Yeah, no, neither.

Only child, just like me.

And what's your mom's name?

Lois.

My mom's name is… Lois.

It's getting kind of late.

We should get you some dinner, huh?

Only if you want me to like survive.

Cool.

Everybody dies.

And that's life.

Your brother says your dad left your mom.

Christ.

Hello.

Well hello, dumb shit.

Bill.

I can't be the only person who calls you dumb shit.

How did you know how to reach me, Bill?

I haven't heard from you in what, five years?

I haven't seen you in like ten?

Nine and eleven. And those are just numbers.

The police gave me yours.

What do you mean the police?

I have news.

Aunt Ida, is no more.

Oh, shit.

I guess she was kind of old.
Was she sick or something?

Well…

Actually it seems the old girl was
having somewhat of a renaissance.

Putting her house on the market,
cleaning out her closet.

The nice young policewoman I spoke to
used the phrase "freak accident".

Okay, and… what?

Someone has to go through her belongings
and you're the next of kin.

Technically, you're the next of kin, Bill.

And this is my week with Petey, so no.

Your week? That's all you get with your son?

Also, you're weak.
- What do you want, Bill?

Go to aunt Ida's house and make sure it isn't there.

It is at the bottom of a well.

It can teleport and you know it.

Why don't you bring Petey along?
Let him see you being brave for a change…

Jesus.

What do fathers and their
estranged sons say to each other?

"Road trip"

Why would it be at aunt Ida's anyway?

Because it attached itself
to our family and likes to kill us.

And I don't want to die, and presumably
you don't want Petey to die either.

And what if I find it, huh?
What am I supposed to do?

Drop it from a fucking plane? It'd probably bounce.

No, you never let it out of your sight
again, so no one turns the key.

Presumably you don't want Petey to…
- Stop talking about Petey!

The monkey must be vanquished.

Why don't you vanquish it? Huh, Bill?

You're smaller, you go.

Bill… Fuck!

Holy fuck!

Wait, wait, wait!

Fuck!

What the fuck is that, a leg? Fuck.

Petey, wake up. Come on, we got to go. Let's go.

What time is it?

What the fuck?
- Hey, language.

And we got to go, alright?

They were… there…
There was this… a thing outside.

It wasn't a thing. It was a woman.

And either way, we got to split.
Alright? So come on, let's go.

It's the middle of the night, are you high?

No. I wish… Jesus Christ.

No… don't do drugs, I mean it.

But come on, let's go. Hurry up.

I'm going to bed.

We've got to make like eggs and scramble!

Hey, Petey.

Sorry about that.

It's just that my aunt Ida died, and uh…

I've got to deal with a lot of her stuff.

Can I ask you a question?

I really rather you didn't.

How'd your mom die?

Is this for your family tree thing,
because usually family trees

are about the whos and the whens, not the…

whys and the… you know, hows.

Was your aunt the one who
raised you after your mom died?

Yeah.

Yeah, she did.

Maybe you could uh…

take me to your aunt's house with you.

I could help you with your stuff…
- You're not coming with me Petey.

Why not?
- Because it's depressing, alright?

We're supposed to go to a theme park.

Not into, you know, darkness and death.

I know about the adoption, Hal.

Oh.

And so you can either just…

cut me off and cut this off, or…

you can spend the rest of the
little time we have left together…

together.

Wonder which one Lois would've chosen.

What are you doing in here all alone now?

Or do I not want to know?

Just thinking, I guess.

Oh, yeah?

About what?

I don't know.

The future.

You got any advice?

Well, take care of your teeth.

And take care of your gut.

Take life as it comes.

You know, the worst thing
you can do is try to force it.

But really, I think that the most
important thing for you to remember is…

Try not to kill everybody around you.

Aah!

Petey!

Petey?

Hey, Petey, buddy.

Check it out. There's a place in town,
they do skydiving lessons.

I feel like it's one of those things where
you're either really good at it, or you aren't.

Only takes one lesson to find out.

Hey, funny.

That's uh… That's funny.

Yeah?

Well you're kinda funny too, Hal.

Oh, and they do weddings.

Hey, uh.

Do me a favor. Alright?

Wait in the car.

While I deal with this…

What?

No way. I want to see your old room.

Like they do in the movies.
- No, Petey.

Why not?

Just because… because I said so.

Alright. Fine.

Then I have to go number two.

What? Why didn't you go at the motel?

There's a lot you don't know about me, Hal.

For instance, I'm one of those kids
that can only go poo in a house.

Are you being serious?

That's a tough bet to lose, Hal.

Jesus Christ.

Hi. Hey there. Sorry.

Oh, window won't go down.

Hey there. How are you?
- Hi, I'm Barbara.

You must be Hal Shelburn.

Your brother Bill Shelburn said you'd be coming.

Oh, yeah. Right, right. Hi, Barbara.

That brother Bill of yours
is quite the character, isn't he?

Yeah.
- Your brother Bill, I mean.

Yes, yes. He's quite the character.
- Yeah.

Wow, who's this little slugger?

Oh, this is my son Petey.

Oh, hello there.

Oh, no thanks Barbara.
I'm just a kid who doesn't buy many houses.

But I also didn't know that I have an uncle.

So, yeah. Thanks for that.

It's funny because I actually asked Hal here
if he had any siblings yesterday.

But he flat out lied to my face.

But it's cool.

He's only gonna be my dad
for like a few more days anyway.

Because he's being swapped
out for a leading expert.

Yeah.
- Okay.

Well.
- So no card. Okay.

No card, yeah.
- Let's see the house!

Were you and your aunt very close?

Sure. Very.

Is this all her stuff? I feel like she had more stuff.

Well, we did have that estate
sale the day after she died.

We had a great turnout too.

Must have made over a hundred dollars.

Right.

Now, let's see.

That would have been on Sunday.

Because ever since Monday,
things have been a bit messy around here.

Yeah, your aunt, of course, was Monday.

And then, oh Lord, first thing
Tuesday, it was Mitch McDonald.

And then Wednesday was Bert Bergerson.

And then Nancy Risoli.

Well there aren't any cobras
in Maine, I mean… are there?

Well, there was the one.

No, everyday since Monday,
at least one Casco local has just… Poof!

Sometimes two, or three, or four,

or even five, Casco locals have just… poof

and poof and poof.

Great, yeah. Yeah, no. I get it.

Can we look at the other closet? It's this way I think?

Absolutely, follow me.

Poof.

You're fucking twins?

No, my mother used to always say
whenever there was a plane crash,

or a school bus going off
into the river and mass fatalities,

or what have you.

She used to always say,
"looks like God's bowling strikes tonight".

Oh, that's odd.

I don't remember locking this.

Hey uh, you wouldn't happen
to remember if my aunt

had a wind-up toy monkey at the yard sale?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, not a cherished childhood memory now, was it?

Oh, a first little furry friend
filled with whimsy and wonder.

No, it's… No, no big deal. Thanks.

Oh, okay.

Nope, not that one.

How we doing with that key?

Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head.

Oh mercy, did I say that out loud?

Watch out!

You are pretty, though.

You know what?
I actually think we should go down and…

Looks like I did my own little process of elimination.

No, no, no!

Is everything okay up there?

Yeah, everything's fine.

And you were just standing there,
hands to yourself. Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

And you knew there was a gun
in the house or not so much?

Uh, no.

I'm going to have to ask you, don't leave
town until we can figure a few things out.

What? No, no, no, officer.

I promised my son that I was
going to take him to Horror Heaven.

Actually, officer…

we moved off going to Horror Heaven.

This is obviously far more important.

Smart kid.

Find a motel.

I'd say stay here, but it's a goddamn mess in there.

I mean, have you actually been up there?

It's like that restaurant.

Spaghetti City.

Hey bud, you want to go wait in the car?

Yeah, that's your favorite thing
for me to do anyway, isn't it?

Just stay away.

Hello?

Hal Shelburn please, if he's available.

Bill?

Thank goodness, and Petey, is he available too?

Yeah, look, we're fine, but the monkey's not here.

Aunt Ida had a goddamn yard sale

so it could have been,
but now it could be anywhere with anyone.

Well, that's not good. That's bad.

Yeah, it was all kind of shit happening in town.

People dying in not normal ways.

Police told me I can't leave.

Go to the motel. Await my signal.

Await your fucking signal?

Wait, Bill, where are you?

Bill, are you living in town?

Shelburn…

Shelburn…

Nope.

Mrs. Monkey?

Hello, if this is in regards to my ad…

I'm happy to report that my quest
for finding my beloved toy monkey is over.

Thank you for calling, and be safe out there.

At the very moment you slipped from my fingers

I suddenly knew the terrible truth about everything.

That my dumb shit brother had
turned your key and killed my mom.

So I went back to get you as soon as I could,

but you were gone.

Leaving behind a sign for me and only me,

that one day you'd be back.

And so I waited.

And for the longest time, there was nothing.

100% pure medical-grade nothingness.

But then…

there you were.

TURN THE KEY AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS

2016 - YEAR OF THE MONKEY

Suddenly, everywhere I looked you were there.

As constant as the sun, the moon and the stars.

As if you had always been looking down on me.

Letting me know what I had
always wanted to be true.

That you'd come back to help me seek my revenge.

I returned to the places
where I thought you might be,

foolishly believing that I
could make you appear again.

That it was I who might find you again.

So I made myself ready for your return.

Re-working my old childhood
funeral suit in anticipation of…

well, more funerals.

And so that I might once again,
bear witness to your terrible glory.

Fuck!

So I looked and behold, a pale horse.

And his name that sat on him was death.

Mrs. Monkey.

And now here we are.

Together at last, with only one thing left to do.

In your infinite wisdom,

I trust your flaming sword of righteousness…

…will cut through the foul air,

and smite the right person.

And I know you know exactly
who I'm talking about.

Shit man, that sucks.

What?

Uhm, it's Ricky!

What is it? I'm extremely busy.

Okay. Yeah, so…

…well, I hope this isn't weird, but I was wondering,

maybe I could give you your 15 bucks back

and instead I could just keep the toy monkey thing.

It's not a toy, don't ever call it that.

Right! No I thought the same thing too.

It just sort of makes me think about my dad…

which I know is kind of a weird thing
for like, a guy to say to like, another guy…

Does it hurt very much when you think, Ricky?

Well, uh uh, well, well…

Did you know that 27% of all
English-speaking people will either say,

ho shit, or holy shit before they die?

Now it's funny, because death is
the one big thing that'll happen to all…

…of us, and yet we still can't help
but be somehow surprised by it.

Right on, man.

So anyways…

…I saw your brother.

He looks like you. But that's like, uh…

that's like your nephew then, huh?

What if Petey turned the key?

So, could I have it back?

Never.

I employed you to find the monkey.
Not to fall in love with it.

Now fuck off!

Fuck you, man!

Hey ma' you home or you at the factory?

Lousy deadbeat!

Yo, Beauchamps!

You got any extra bullets?

What caliber?

You still got some of Barbara's blood on you.

Yeah.

Accidents happen…

Can I ask you a question?

Nope.

You ever killed a man?

Jesus.

Does mom know?
- No I…

I haven't killed anybody.

Of course, I haven't killed anybody.

Look, when we get back to the motel,
I'm going to call your mom,

and I'm going to tell her what happened.

She'll think I'm not safe to be around, and…

She'll be right.

So, Ted will just adopt me and…

you'll never have to see me again?

You're better off with Ted, alright?

Believe me.

Fuck you man…

Hey, Petey…

Well, I'm here if you need me.

You just do your thing in the bathroom, okay?

And uh…

If you want to have a talk, we can
have a proper talk, alright, buddy?

Yes.

It's me. You have it on you?

I don't know, maybe.

Come on, Bill. Mrs. Monkey?

I know you are, but what am I?

Stop turning the key!

Its arms aren't fucking long
enough or articulate enough…

to reach back there itself, so somebody has to.

And also, no.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bill, these are innocent people.

Look, I don't care about me.

All that matters is that Petey is safe.

So stop turning it.
- If you want me to stop turning…

…the key, bring Petey to me
so he can turn it instead.

What? No, why?

The person who turns the key never dies.

You've known that since we
were kids. Haven't you, Hal?

What?

What are you talking about?

Where are you, Bill?

If you want Petey to be safe, all Petey has to…

…do, is turn the key and keep turning the key

forever and ever and ever and Petey will never die.

Listen to me, Bill, alright?

Let me get Petey out of here, then we'll talk, alright?

We will figure out what we're going to do.

Either I keep turning the key or Petey turns the key.

Call me back when you made your decision.

Wait, wait, Bill.

Hey, Petey? Petey.

Hey, Petey?

Hey, buddy, we got to go, alright?

I got to take you back to your mom's.

Petey, open the door, come on.

Petey!

Petey, open the door!

Come on, we got to go right now.

Jesus Christ!

Don't have a heart attack.

Or do, you know?

You want out of my life so bad
it might just be a nice shortcut.

What the fuck?

Why didn't you answer the door?
- Why do you care?

Why would you even have a kid,

if all you're going to do is just
keep yourself away from me?

I didn't exactly know what I was doing, alright?

I was just a stupid, dumb kid.

So I was an accident? Is that what you're saying?

Everything is an accident, yes.

Wow, nice one.

Great to hear.

That's not what I'm…

Yes, it was an accident, Petey.

But you're not a mistake.

I'm so glad you're here with me.

You're very precious to me.

That's why I stay away because I…

I come with all sorts of weird baggage.

And I don't want you to have to deal with that.

Like what?

Like bad stuff, Petey. Like…

Like evil stuff.

Stuff that I got from my dad and
I don't want to pass on to you.

What are you talking about? Like what?

Like…

Hold on…

Open up, it's motherfucking police!

Alright, alright, got you.

Shut up!

Shut up and hands up!

Whoa, just… relax, alright?

Just relax. Relax.

Get the keys.
- What?

Come on!
- Okay, okay. Alright.

We're gonna go for a little drive, okay?

Okay, alright.

Alright, stop here.

Where are we?

Huh?

Where are we?

At your brother's house!

Or his… fortress.

Don't pretend like you don't know where we are.

I don't know, alright, we're…

You know, we're estranged.

Shit, man, that sucks.

Thanks.

Shut up!
- Okay.

You… You go inside.

You make nice with your uncle.

You get me the monkey and you bring it out. Okay?

What monkey?

It's got a little red vest.

And it holds a drum and I need it.

What does this guy know
about a monkey, and I don't?

He doesn't know about the monkey
and he's not going in there.

It's a toy monkey?

Don't call it that, alright?

It's not.

It's evil.

It's basically the devil, alright?

It's a toy monkey.

I was gonna tell you
when you were older. Okay?

You've been a goddamn deadbeat
dad because of a toy monkey?

What the fuck?
- Hey, language.

And yes, but that's why we have to get
as far away from this place as possible.

You got to hope that you get that goddamn
monkey because I'm gonna shoot this guy.

Alright, just let me…

Let me go in there with him.

No!

There is a doggy door around back and your kid

better hope that he's scrawny enough to fit.

You don't call the cops or do anything.

You get in there. You get me the monkey.

Or I swear I'm gonna shoot
you both like a lot of times.

He's not going in there.

Shut up!

Alright.

Go.

Hal, this is some fucked up shit.

I know.

So whatever you do,
don't turn the key in the monkey's back.

Okay, okay.

Fuck.

That's kinda cool…

I guess.

You're not really a cop, right?

Shut up. Of course not.

I hate cops.

And my dad was a cop.

Still is, for all I know.

You know, my mom said he was out chasing pussy,

but I'm all like there's pussy
here in town, you know?

Yeah.
- Whatever.

He left.

And that's why I hate cops.

But also they're cops, you know?

Which is the best reason to hate cops.

What the fuck?

What the hell is that doing there?

Light it with your brights.

Hit it with my brights, okay.

Oh, gross.

Shut it off.

Shut it off.
- I'm shutting it off, Jesus.

In your infinite wisdom I trust
your flaming sword of righteousness…

…will cut the foul air and strike the right person…

…and only the right person.

Uncle Bill?

Petey, what a nice surprise.

You okay?
- Who me?

Yeah.

You.

It's been a long time since anyone's asked me that.

And now that you mention it…

No.

I'm not okay.

That was my favorite toy from childhood.

It's supposed to play the drums,
but I think it's stuck.

Would you fix it for me?

It was your grandfather's you know.

He brought it home from one of his trips.

He was a pilot.

And he was a Petey too.

Did you know that?

Hal never tells me anything.

Of course he doesn't.

So this is it, then, huh?

The thing that messed everyone up

How could it?

It's just a toy.

Why don't you try turning it?

Probably just needs a different touch.

Here.

Turning the key is just simply something…

the Shelburn men have been doing for generations.

A tradition, if you will.

But if it's not for you, then it's not for you.

What does it do?

Turn the key,

and see what happens.

Do you want me to back up?

No! Don't fuckin' move!
- Hey, okay, okay.

Is it working?

Man, this stupid cop hat.

It's crazy itchy.

What?

Jesus fucking Christ!

Let's be careful with that pistol, huh?

Yeah.

Totally.

Yeah, great.

Holy shit.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Petey where are you?

Dad!
- Petey!

Turn it again. Turn the goddamn key right now!

What? No.

Then give me the fucking monkey right now.

That's it! I'm not asking nicely anymore.

Do it. Kill him.

Kill my dumb shit brother!

And do it now!

God… damn you!

Strike the goddamn drum!

God… fucking…

I command you!

Fuck!

God damn it!

God… How are you so goddamn strong?

Hey.

Hey, Petey.

Jesus Christ.

Thank God. Come on.

God!

Damn it!

What did I do wrong?

Are you mad at me?

What is that?

Christ!

Fuck! God!

What the…?

Bill.

Fuck…

The drumstick's still up Petey.

Hello, dumb shit.

That's all you can say at a time like this?

You fucker.

Dumb shit's what you are.

Fuck.

Fuck you.

Jesus Christ, Bill.

You were really trying to kill me, were you?

Of course I was.

That's what all this carnage was for?

Could have killed Petey.

Could have killed my fucking son.

For what? Why?

Because you killed my mom.

I know you wanted to kill me.

But the goddamn thing
doesn't take requests, obviously.

I've been turning the key
with you in mind for days…

Nothing…

Listen, Bill.

It's not my fault.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

None of us deserved what happened to us.

We just happened to be there when it did.

Mommy?

I'm sorry, Bill.

But I guess I gotta go now.

Everybody dies.

And that's life.

I'm sorry your mom died.

Fuckin' sucks.

I know how you feel.

She was my mom too.

Oh yeah.

I guess she was.

Never thought about it like that.

Innocent mistake I guess.

Sure.

Makes sense though, you know?

We're brothers and twins.

Right?

Sorry.

I wish we could have been there
for each other when we were kids.

But we're here now.

What do you say, Bill?

Brothers again?

Sure.

I'm sorry.

So what? You two are on some
kind of road trip or something?

Yeah.

Kind of a… father-son road trip.

Right?

Cool. I would like to have done that.

With somebody at least once.

So come with us.

Jesus!

Fuck!

So Uncle Bill pretty much… wiped out
half the town where you grew up, huh?

Yeah.

You know I get that everybody dies.

And that's life, but…

this is like everybody dies.

You know? At at the same time.

So…

What do you wanna do now?

I guess we gotta figure out
what we're gonna do with the monkey.

We keep it close.

We accept that it's ours and we hold on tight.

Hey, I just got an idea of what
we should do right now.

Let's go dancing.

Dancing?
- Yeah.

Like with our bodies?

Where did that shit come from?

Comes from your grandmother.

From Lois.

Cool.

Yeah it's cool.

THE MONKEY

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