Original subtitles

( music playing )

Male Narrator: This is the story of a very nice boy named Greg...

( snoring softly )

...and a very strange boy named Randy.

- Randy: Oh, just orange juice? - You can have one of my Gatorades.

- Thank you. - Don't forget your wallet, bud.

Narrator: For the past two weeks,

Randy and Greg have been rooming together

on an out-of-town drywall gig.

At first, everything had gone swimmingly...

until Randy started sleepwalking.

He apologized profusely to his new friend Greg

for waking him up and terrifying him in the middle of the night.

I'm sorry, Greg.

Narrator: Greg, always the nice boy, tried to be patient.

You don't have to keep on apologizing, honestly.

I know it's not your fault.

It's OK.

Narrator: Wanting to help,

he hoped to figure out a solution.

Maybe there's a way that we can, like, fix it.

Well, I don't see how we can fix it,

because I've been doing it forever,

and we're only on this job for two more weeks,

and then you'll be rid of me for good.

I'm not trying to get rid of you, Randy.

I'm just saying that it's only temporary for you.

Narrator: Which was true.

While Greg was going back to school in the fall,

Randy would be a drywall guy forever.

Oh, man, I forgot to go and get my meat last night.

I can make you another sandwich.

Thank you, Greg. You're the best.

That's all right. No problem.

Narrator: Greg always tried to be tolerant of Randy's odd habits,

but sleepwalking, he couldn't ignore.

What if I, like, uh,

I tapped you a little? You know what I mean?

Just kinda like when you're in that mode.

just knock you out of that deep, deep, deep sleep

and into more of a lighter sleep?

They say you're not supposed to wake a sleepwalker.

Just kinda spitballing ideas here.

We gotta figure something out, man,

because you keep on waking me up,

and I need to get some sleep.

I know, and Greg, you're--

you're like the last person I want to wake up.

- It's OK, Randy. - You know what?

I really appreciate... you rooming with me,

because I know none of the other guys,

they didn't want to bunk with me.

- That's not true. - Narrator: It was 100% true.

So, thank you.

Thank you for being my friend.

Aw, come on. ( laughs )

I'm serious.

Narrator: Greg knew in his heart

that he could never truly be friends with Randy.

But since he was a nice boy...

Greg: You're welcome.

Narrator: But even nice boys have their limits.

( quiet snoring )

( snoring )

Narrator: Now, there are two things you should know about sleepwalkers.

One, you should never wake a sleepwalker.

And two, when one is sleepwalking,

one is not truly oneself,

and therefore capable of doing things

that are, well, unexpected.

( snoring )

( thud )

Oh, shit!

Narrator: Grew knew all of these things,

and he wanted to be a nice boy to Randy.

But his patience was wearing thin.

He was not only exhausted from countless sleepless nights...

( whispering loudly ) Randy!

Randy, please!

Go back to bed, OK?

Narrator: He was conflicted.

His mother had always taught him:

"Be kinder than necessary,

for you never know what someone is going through."

Jesus!

Narrator: Sage advice, for sure.

Nevertheless, hard advice to follow

after a string of unrestful nights.

So Greg, near the end of his rope,

decided to try something.

( whispers ) Randy.

Randy, wake up.

( sighs )

Aah!

Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no!

( punch lands )

I just can't believe I did that.

I just can't believe it.

Greg, you know, I'm...

I'm so, so sorry. I'm...

- so sorry. - Stop it, Randy.

Just stop apologizing. I'm the one who tried to wake you up.

Yeah, but I'm the one who punched you in the eye.

My best friend!

- It's fine. - Well, I just feel awful.

I wish there was something I could do.

Well, Randy, if you really want to do something,

you could make our sandwiches for lunch today.

That's not what I mean. I'm not a little kid.

Well, honestly, you're acting like one!

Narrator: Seeing the look on Randy's face,

Greg walked himself back.

It would be helpful if you made the sandwiches

so we're not late for work today. OK?

OK.

( sighs ) Shit!

Shit!

I forgot to buy the meat again last night.

Ohh. You know what?

I'll get the next two rounds.

OK, Greg?

- I just wish... - Narrator: And in that moment

as Greg listened to Randy prattle on senselessly,

he knew that he couldn't do it anymore.

Not one more night.

Randy: I just wish there was something...

Narrator: He needed to tell Randy

that he could no longer be his roommate.

Hey, can I borrow your deodorant?

Narrator: He was just too nice to do it.

How about a Tootsie Roll?

Tootsie Roll?

When I was a kid,

my dad would tuck me in every night.

Let's say this is me right here.

This... like... all tight...

- Like a Tootsie Roll. - Like a Tootsie Roll.

Yeah, like a Tootsie Roll.

- I like this idea. - Great.

So your dad tucked you in at night.

Yeah.

That must be why you're so nice.

I'm not that nice.

No. You're the nicest person I've ever met.

- Sandwiches. - Yeah.

( crickets chirping )

Greg: Couple more nights like that and I'll be good.

Jesus!

Randy: What's up?

What happened?

Greg, you're scaring me.

What-- Uh--

Oh, my God.

( panting )

Ahh. ( grunting, groaning )

Aah!

Ohh. Uhh. Ahh.

- ( drops shoes to floor ) - ( groans )

- At least my legs are OK. - Yeah, but everything else--

- No, I'm trying to be positive. - Oh, sorry. Yeah.

Did I get out?

Randy, it would seem so, yes.

I guess that Tootsie Roll wasn't tight enough.

Yeah.

I don't know what happened.

( groans )

I guess... I don't know,

I coulda... sat up and walked out,

and then while I was out there maybe got attacked

by a dog or something?

Randy, I don't think a dog did that.

Well, what do you think happened?

I don't know.

Narrator: The boys searched the room for answers.

Is that your bag?

No.

Oh,

Jesus. Ohh.

( grunts )

- Tight. - Let me just...

Oh, my God.

Ohh!

Whoa.

Ohh.

( Greg panting )

( gagging )

( bag crinkling )

- I think it's a foot. - ( Greg gags )

Narrator: It was a foot.

Ohh, yeah.

It's so delicate.

I think it's... a female foot.

See the toenail polish?

Ohh! Uhh!

- I'm sorry. - No-- I--

Nope. I can't be a part of this.

Well--

- W-What are you doing? - I'm packing.

- Packing? - Yep.

Where are you going?

I don't think this is the time to go anywhere.

- Greg, you can't leave! - Randy.

You gotta believe me! I didn't do it!

I never said that you did.

Yeah, but you're acting like I did.

- You're running away scared! - I just--

- You're scared of me. - I can't deal with this.

We have to deal with it!

- "We"?! - The foot is here, now!

- Hold on. - Yeah, "we"!

I need you!

I- I can't deal with this alone!

This is your mess. I'm just your fucking roommate, OK?

I thought you were my best friend.

Randy, I am not your friggin' best friend!

I'm the only person who's willing to bunk with you!

And now you're holding a fucking foot,

and you won't let me leave!

Because I need your help.

I'm so sick and tired of helping you.

And now you want me to help you what,

find out whose foot you sawed off yesterday?

Fuck that.

Fuck. That.

I'm gonna put the foot back in the bag.

Greg...

look, I need you.

There's a foot in a bag

and I don't know what to do.

( sighs )

Please don't leave.

Narrator: And then Greg heard that voice again--

the one reminding him that he's a nice boy.

And nice boys don't walk away from people in need.

Woman on TV: A black Honda Civic drove into

the Fourth and Cross Dairy Queen

last night sometime around 3:00 a.m.,

but otherwise, a pretty quiet night.

Karen, over to you.

Karen on TV: Traffic is already loading up

on the Beltway, but that's not a surprise,

due to the single-lane closure on 64...

Anything?

No.

I'm a good person.

You've known me well enough to know...

that I'm a good person, right?

- Randy-- - Yes or no.

You can be honest.

( humorless laugh )

Ah, well, I think...

you are not a smart person.

I think you are

unprepared and clueless

to live life as an adult.

Without me, you would be always late

and probably fired,

and that you are...

essentially...

Narrator: Greg wanted to be a nice boy to Randy,

but what he really wanted to do

was to beat the ever-loving shit out of him.

To beat the incompetence, ignorance, and idiocy

out of his body.

And for the first time in his life,

Greg looked deep within and asked himself,

"Am I truly a nice boy?"

Are you... OK?

What?

( sawing )

( bag crinkles )

Randy: Greg...

Yeah?

You're the best friend that I've ever had.

I'm serious, I--

I don't know what's gonna happen when we're done with this job,

but I want to pledge myself to you.

I will follow you anywhere.

And... if you don't want that, I'll leave--

but be, like, on call, you know?

You can keep my number,

and then if you ever need anything,

anything at all, you just call me.

OK.

I'm serious. Like--

Like any time, any place,

like if someone's fucking with you,

you just let me know and I'll come running

and I'll just fucking kill 'em!

Sorry.

I didn't... mean it like that.

You know what I mean.

Thank you.

Thank you for...

believing in me.

I... I love you...

a lot.

( whimpering ) Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Narrator: That night, for the first time in years,

Randy slept like a log,

basking in the warm knowledge

that he had finally found his first true friend.

Sleep, however,

did not come so easily for Greg.

He couldn't help but wonder,

what does it really mean to be a nice boy?

Is it to help others, no matter the cost to oneself?

And though he didn't want to believe it,

that maybe there was such a thing

as being too nice.

( music playing )

WOMAN: I met you three years ago.

♪ (EERIE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

I just knew that I had met the love of my life.

Became jealous...

petty... resentful.

Angry.

I took away the most important thing to me.

Us.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪