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(ambling instrumental theme music playing)

(crackles)

(neon buzzing)

(crunching loudly)

(whimsical music playing)

(crunching)

(whimsical music continuing)

(mosquito buzzing)

(whimsical music continues playing on TV)

Male: 'Sup?

Hi. Hey. Peace.

How ya doin'?

Fine.

Okay, good. Good. That's good. That's good.

So, do you think, like, are-are you feelin' ready?

I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about. Ready for what?

(chuckles)

(laughs)

(guffawing)

That's not even a real fucking laugh.

(coughing, choking)

What, are you choking now?

-(Hamster laughing) -(mocking cackle)

-Hamster: Oh! Oh, man. -Ugh.

What? What's so fucking funny?

You. You are, Sam.

How do you know my name?

You-- Okay. You really have no idea what's going on, do you?

Okay, okay, okay. You know what?

Actually, maybe it's better this way.

What the fuck are you even talking about?

What the fuck do you want from me?

It's star time, baby!

It's time...

to begin.

Oh, it's time to begin? I don't have to do shit.

(crunching loudly)

-Hamster: No, Sam. You're right. -Shh, shh, shh.

Hamster: You don't have to do this,

but you want to, so you will.

(whimsical music continuing on TV)

(whooshes)

(cackles mockingly)

That's right. Who's gone now, bitch?

(music continues on TV)

(crumples bag)

♪ ♪

(heart thumps)

(heart thumping)

(heart thumping rhythmically)

(sighs)

(sighs) God.

(heartbeat quickens)

Electronic voice: ♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪

- ♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪ -(dance music playing)

♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪

- ♪ S-T-A-R T-I-M-E ♪ -Holy shit.

Hamster: Oh, yeah!

Ho-ho! Shit, yeah, Sam!

(dance music playing)

What the fuck is going on?

(laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ S-T-A-R, star time, star time ♪

♪ It's star time, you know it ♪

♪ You want it, you hate it ♪

-♪ You love it, you gotta have it ♪ -(Sam moaning)

♪ It's star time, it's star time ♪

♪ Star time, star time, gotta get them stars ♪

♪ Gotta feel them stars, you want them stars, girl ♪

-Yes, I love you. -♪ Gotta get them stars, girl ♪

Oh, God. How do you do that?

-♪ Star time! ♪ -(moaning)

-Oh, yeah. (moaning) -♪ S-T-A-R, S-T-A-R ♪

- ♪ T-I-M-- ♪ -(dance music stops)

(whimsical music playing on TV)

♪ ♪

(heart thumping slowly)

Ain't nothin' like that star time, eh, Sammy?

-(Sam grunts) -(laughing): Whoa.

Oh, baby girl! You still don't get it, do you?

-What the fuck do you want from me? -See. Right?

Exactly.

That's the big question.

And it's a long time comin' too.

Fuck you.

I don't even fuckin' know who you are.

That... That hurts, Sam.

After all these years,

that really fuckin' hurts.

♪ ♪

(heart thumps)

(heart thumping)

(scream echoes)

And then, the pilot said

I could come up to the cockpit and see it.

And he gave me this airplane,

and said one day, I could be a pilot if I studied.

So that's my show share.

Teacher: Okay. You know, thank you so much, Griffin.

That was wonderful.

And, uh, Sam. Sam, are you ready?

Sam?

It's okay. Come on.

It's okay, Sam.

Now, what did you bring for show share today?

Oh! What is that?

Medicine.

Teacher: Wonderful.

And why did you bring it for show share, today?

I had a really bad cough,

and my mom gave me some to drink,

and it helped.

Teacher: Okay, well, thank you for sharing.

And then that night,

my dad came home, and he heard me coughing.

He woke me up,

and then he gave me some more.

He didn't know I already had some.

And then he tucked me in.

And it made me feel...

warm.

And when I closed my eyes,

even though they weren't open,

-I could still see-- -Teacher: O-Okay. That-that's good.

Don't you wanna know what I saw?

Uh, of course. Yes.

Stars.

(whimpers)

No, too much.

I can't breathe.

(gasps) Please! Help!

(echoing): Somebody help me!

(gasps)

-Hamster: All right! -(machine whirring)

(panting)

Hamster: Yeah! Let's turn it up a notch!

(panting): All right.

Hamster: Success only comes to those who work for it!

-(treadmill whirring) -(Sam panting)

-I can't... -Hamster: I'm sorry. Did you just say you can't?

Excuse me one second.

All right. Let me see right here.

"New Year's resolutions.

"Quit drinking for spring semester, sophomore year.

"Take up track.

Beat the school record for the 800-meter dash."

-(Sam panting) -Hamster: Why?

(yelling): I said, why?

-Sam: Because... -(mockingly): Because?

Because you don't have to be...

Spit it out, Sam! Come on!

You don't have to be good to win the 800.

What do you have to be, then?

You just have to be willing to suffer the most.

That's right, my girl!

That's right! You just have to be willing to suffer!

(panting)

(beeping)

(whimpers)

Aw, shit!

Yeah!

-Stop it! -Get those endorphins. That's right.

Get them stars.

That's it.

-Sam: Stop. -Hamster: Get it.

-(beeping) -Hamster: Get it, girl!

-(Sam panting) -You gotta work to reach for them stars!

(gasping, panting)

Hamster: Star time. Star time!

Star time. Woo!

-(beeping) -(panting)

Okay. All right. That's probably enough.

-(gasping) -Hamster: Come on. That's too much, Sam.

Sam: Ooh!

-Woman (over PA): Paging Dr. Bender, please. - (PA beeps)

Male: You're not gonna run competitively ever again.

You're gonna need to figure something else out.

(monitors beeping rhythmically)

(ethereal music playing)

Male: That's good.

You're learning the fine, ancient art of meditation.

For this next chapter, I want you to get into your car,

go to that highway at night,

and just drive for a bit,

and feel the wind on your face.

Doesn't it feel nice, just the wind?

And I want you to ask yourself, "Is it enough?"

(wind whooshing softly)

And when you feel safe,

I want you to take a look up at that night sky.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

The stars, take them in.

Are they enough?

After all, we are all star dust.

Maybe that's all we need,

some star time.

Maybe, just maybe,

this is enough.

Maybe,

just maybe.

-(horn blaring) -(tires screech)

-Hamster: Aw! Son of a bitch! -Fuck! (sighs)

Hey.

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

What the--?

Fuck, man. Did you not fuckin' see me there?

Yeah, no. It's just, uh...

You know, you see that curve, and then, uh, you just didn't--

Man, were you over the line, a little?

No, I wasn't over the fucking line, fuckin' asshole.

Okay, let's not, maybe throw out...

the assholes this early, all right? I mean, let's just call the authorities

and, uh, and, you know, handle this like adults.

Yeah, we could do that. Or you know what we could do?

You could go fuck yourself.

Wow. Okay, um...

You know what? This wasn't my fault.

-This wasn't your fault? -Nope.

Did you not just see what happened?

-Yeah, I just saw what happened. -You just crashed into me.

-No, I saw what happened. -You fuckin' fuckwad!

You were staring up at the stars

like some sort of druggie or whatever.

Ow. Hey!

Don't do that.

All right? Hey. Let's calm down.

And let's not do anything rash, all right?

-Stop. Hey, stop that! -What? What? What's the matter?

What's the matter, you fuckin' pussy?

What, you can't fight a little fuckin' girl?

Whoa. Hey!

-(Sam laughs) -(Hamster groans)

-Yeah, there he is. There he is. -Hamster: Oh, fuck.

-Come on, man. -What'd I say? Said don't fuckin' push me!

-Don't not fuckin'-- -What, what the fuck are you gonna do to me?

-You fuckin' pussy-ass hamster. -Don't you fuckin' call me that!

-I would fuckin' pay to see what you would do to me. -Oh, my God.

-What? What are you gonna do to me? -Are you fucking serious?

-What are you gonna do to me? -Are you fucking serious?

-What are you gonna do to me? -I'm gonna punch your fuckin' face in, you bitch!

(laughs)

(cackling)

Don't fuckin' laugh.

-(slapping) -(laughing)

Holy shit. You want me to beat you up?

(laughs)

Hamster: Yeah?

All right, then, I'll fuckin' beat you up.

I don't give a fuck.

I ca-- Look, I can't fucking-- I can't do this.

-(Sam grunts) -(Hamster grunts)

(panting)

Did you just fuckin' punch me?

-What the fuck? -Hamster: You're fuckin' crazy.

(Sam laughs)

(grunts)

(laughing)

(Hamster grunts)

(spits)

♪ ♪

(punch thuds)

(punches thudding)

(Hamster grunting)

(whispers): Oh, star time.

(panting)

(Christmas music playing)

Come on. Open it.

-Come on. -Okay. Let me do it.

-All right. -It's mine.

(chuckles, gasps)

You got me Serenity.

Yeah, well, I kind of got it for you because we live together.

-So it's kind of for me, too. -Okay.

-It's perfect. -(both laughing)

Thank you.

Mm!

Okay. Come on.

-Okay. -Come on. Gimme.

Oh, okay. It's a big box.

Really? Another--

-You're a doofus. -It's another box.

-All right. -(rattling)

-Okay. I can't-- I-- -(laughs)

This is so you, actually.

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

♪ Strike the harp and join the chorus... ♪

-It's not what you think. -Mm-hmm.

-'Cause it's similar boxes, but... -Okay.

-Is it a Tiffany's bracelet? You know... Okay. All right. -Mm-hmm.

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

♪ ♪

-It is what you think. -(laughs)

-You got me Pain. -Yep. Also for me.

-I love it. -(Sam chuckles)

That is, like...

-...insane that we got each other the same gift. -Right?

♪ Hail the New Year, lads and lasses ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

What?

-(heart thumping) -(whispers): Star time.

What?

(echoing): ♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

-Mmm. -Mmm!

Mmm.

(stars clinking)

Okay. Um...

I, uh... Man, okay. Okay, um...

I'm sorry, Sam. I just, I-I don't--

I don't see us that way.

You know? We're, we're, we're buds. We're friends.

Yeah, no. I'm sorry. I didn't--

I didn't mean to. I think I'm just--

a little drunk, and...

I'm actually kind of stoned, so--

No, it's fine. It's fine. Look, um, I'm glad we're talking about this.

-You're glad we're talking about this? -Yeah. Come on, Sam.

-I-I was just being stupid. -Sam, Sam, look.

We can talk about anything, okay?

-I know we can talk about anything. It's like-- -No. Come on, it's--

Justin, shut the fuck up!

-Justin: Um... -You just were, like, pushing.

-It's like, I get it. You're-- -Justin: I'm sorry.

It's fine. Okay? Um...

-It's just, like, not a big deal and you're making it seem... -I'm sorry.

-...like a fucking deal. -Okay. I'm sorry. Look.

I'm gonna go get us some cigarettes.

-Okay. -Yeah? And when I get back, we'll just...

-...talk. -No. We don't have--

It didn't even happen, so it doesn't matter.

Okay.

♪ ♪

(floorboards creak)

It's getting to that point.

(whispers): Shut the fuck up.

You're gonna have to make a decision.

Look, your heart rate is getting really low, and--

(whispers): My God. Can you please just shut the fuck up?

I can't.

What the fuck do you even want from me?

I don't-- Look, I don't know, Sam.

You don't know?

I don't know, either, you fuckin'--

hamster-ass, fuckin' fuck-face piece of hai--

hairy bullshit!

-And stop looking at me like that! -Like what?

Like you want me to just bite the fuckin' bullet and get clean.

-I tried already, and it's too hard. -It is?

Yes. Yes, it is, okay? It's too hard.

And I--

Even if I fucking could, I don't wanna live like that.

I wanna feel alive.

You wanna be alive like her?

I sure as shit don't wanna be...

You know, fuckin'... all sobered up.

No excitement.

Or fuckin'... Fuckin'...

-You're running out of time, Sam. -Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Please, just stop.

God, who even fuckin' are you?

You keep coming around

and giving me drugs, and taking them away,

and yelling at me, and eating my fuckin' pussy.

Who the fuck even are you?

-Who are you? -Hamster: I'm you.

Okay? I'm you.

All right. If you're me, then...

-...tell me what to do. -You know I can't do that.

Well, can you at least tell me what my options are?

Yeah. Um...

The way I see it is this.

You can either pull that needle out...

or you can push it all the way in.

Right? Don't-- Don't get much simpler than that.

Huh.

(sniffles, sighs)

(sniffles)

I just don't know if I can do it anymore.

It all...

hurts.

It all feels really bad.

There's nothing...

-There's nothing like it. -Hamster: Like star time?

Yeah.

Like star time.

And I've been trying so hard...

to get it from other places, but I just can't.

(sniffles)

It just...

Hamster: I understand.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(heart thumping)

(sighs)

(thumping continues)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪

♪ How I wonder ♪

♪ What you are ♪

♪ Up above the world so high ♪

♪ Like a diamond in the sky ♪

♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪

♪ How I wonder ♪

♪ What you are ♪

♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

MAN: I'm not liking this. It's me.

I'm just trying something new to try to jog your memory.

I don't know what you want me to say here. I mean--

Anything that occurs to you is fine.

-MAN: Something's coming to me. -WOMAN: Just go with it.

(VOICE CRACKS) Did something happen to that little boy?

♪ ( MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Oh, yeah!