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Snape.

You know the rules. Only the driver gets
to pick the station.

Can I drive this?

I really shouldn't do this until you get
your permit.

Woman, why are you so rulesy?

My class has been driving their drunk
-ass parents around since they were 10.

in a car coming.

Can't be driving like you're the only
one on the road.

Other signal.

Sorry I didn't get to school on time.

I had an accident at work.

So what happened today?

You get picked on again?

You okay?

Fine.

Why'd they pick on you?

To stand out.

I'm so outstanding.

Maybe if you try it a little harder to
fit in.

Try to make some friends instead of...
Slow down.

Put your signal on.

Slow down to make the turn to the
driveway.

Slow down.

Wow.

That is some really great advice.

I get bullied.

and you're telling me it's my fault for
not trying to be friends with them?

Are you joking me?

Is that what you tell a gay kid?

You know, you could have been popular if
you were just a little less gay.

Another snack pack.

I will try to make dinner tomorrow
night, but I got a test and an essay due

then, too.

Why do you study so much? It just makes
you feel stressed out all the time.

I'm doing this so we can have a better
life.

Better life. I will be long gone by the
time you finish this bullshit and that

better life comes along.

Better late than never.

You know, This isn't about us at all, is
it?

It's about you.

You want to make more money.

What the hell's wrong with that?

It's selfish.

Do people still disappear when you leave
the room?

What?

You once told me you thought people just
disappeared when you left the room.

I figured that's what you still think.

Because that's the way you treat people.

You never even asked about my hand or if
I'm okay.

Good evening, may I come in?

Are you Betty Ann Calfoy?

Wife of Albert Calfoy?

A strange wife, but, uh, yeah.

I'm sorry, but Albert is dead.

How?

It appears to be a... over heroin?

Where? In town.

I have a blind with me.

I had a dream last night that my dad
came home and he had a present

for me.

But I couldn't open it.

Hey,

spread.

Now, what do you call that kind of look?

I think they're from Quebec.

Look at this.

Albert.

Classic.

Looks good.

He's half -punched there now.

What were you, friends of Albert's, were
you?

Yeah, were you?

I'm his mother.

Right on.

Yeah. We, uh, we lived with him and
traveled with him for the last few

Huh. Did you?

Yeah. And I'm like the back of my ass
now.

What was he like?

He was funny as hell.

Just one time.

We're out in the woods, right? Having a
campfire, getting shit -faced.

And the cops showed up to shut the party
down.

We didn't have any water. We only had
beer, right? So, uh, Fathead or, uh,

Albert, he whips at his Jimmy, right?

Pissed out the fire, right?

But he was so low, he was so low that he
ended up pissing all over the cops.

He's just seen your face, man.

Here they were, getting pissed on by a
fella who looked like he crawled out of

his own ass.

What did you call him?

That had to be the smartest guy I ever
knew.

Fucking right.

Filled his cell full of drugs.

He was a real genius.

He wasn't a junkie.

He hated hard drugs.

Could have fooled me.

We don't know the full story.

Maybe he was drugged. Who said that? The
cops?

No. I don't give a shit.

Less questions they ask, less work they
have to do.

He was a real good friend.

I got arrested once for being drunk in
public.

Fathead, he felt that the cop had
arrested me until he got arrested

He didn't want me to have to go to jail
alone.

You like your partner's eye.

You know that?

Anybody ever tell you that?

You've got some nerve on you.

Showing up here at Albert's funeral.

Talking up my granddaughter.

Making his poor mother cry.

Making the whole family upset.

Have some respect for Christ's sake.

Family. That's a word, isn't it?

Family.

You see all of us here, man?

We're all on our very best behavior.

Yeah, we can keep it that way.

If you want us to.

If you don't like the look of us, you
don't like the smell of us, you don't

the sound of us, you don't like the very
fact of us, just go to show what you're

taught of your own son.

You little shit!

I'll tell you what!

He was one of us!

He was one of us!

We knew him! We knew who he was!

Let's go.

You fucking let me in there.

My condolences. Yeah, I hope you choke
on them!

My dad was a pirate.

Read a history book, Bernice. Pirates
aren't the good guys.

They hack out your guts and hang them
from their sails.

Albert's ashes are gone.

I don't like cigarettes.

It's disgusting.

And alcohol.

You are weird.

You're ridiculous.

30.

I wonder if this is the belt my dad used
to tie up his arm and sink the needle

into his muscle.

Vomitous.

It's like a satanic Bible.

I would not read that if I were you.

Why?

Because it's got a curse on it.

A curse?

Seriously.

Well, those people think they can be
involved in multiple kinds of

His life looks so cool.

He had so many friends.

Scary freaks.

Some of this is fucked up.

You're telling me.

But it's like, it's beautiful at the
same time.

Seriously, you think this thing is
beautiful?

My dad tattooed his face?

It looks like a game of hangman.

Weird.

I wonder if he talks about me in here at
all.

I don't think this is my dad's diary.

This dude called him, like, Pignut or
something.

That guy was disgusting.

Reminded me of something my dad pumped
out of his bilge once.

Listen to this.

Met a mangy old road dog today.

Sniffed his ass, and it smelled like...
Failed beer.

Somehow, he made it off the island to a
punk festival in Ontario in a blackout.

God, he had mad wasted skills.

If it was a game show for drunks trying
to get places in a blackout, he'd win.

He'd be in that ditch for three days,
pissing, puking himself.

No one else gave a shit.

Hey, man.

You all right?

Holy fuck, man.

You need a doctor.

You need a doctor.

I need some beer.

That was a revolting story.

That's how pirates roll, Wend. That's
how alcoholic freaks roll.

As a kid, I dreamed of a sitcom life.

Normal folks and canned laughs, no
strife. But easy was never in the cards

me. A puppy shunned from his pack.

Beware the dog chained to the tree out
back.

The hole in my heart ran my feet to the
bone, searching for somewhere to fit.

Dirty road dogs appeared in the dust.

We packed up.

A ragged, roving family.

Well, he's no Shakespeare.

You're welcome to stay for a feed,
Sinead.

No, thanks. I gotta go home and feed my
mom.

Hey, Brittany.

Please, Sinead.

You didn't call her, did you?

The girl of her age gets that neurotic.

Did your parents?

I can't say I'm not surprised Albert got
in with that lot.

Do you feel guilty at all?

Why would I?

When he left, did you try to find him?

What was the point?

He was a drunk and he fucked up with
you.

I couldn't trust him anymore.

If he was the only one that fucked up
with me, then how come I was taken away

from you too?

What's the point of bringing all this
crap up now?

I don't have time for this shit.

Where are you going?

School. I got an exam tonight, I told
you.

I don't believe you.

Dad dies, and all you care about is
passing some stupid exam?

If I missed one test, I could lose my
school money, and that's it. We're

I wish I got to live with Dad instead.

At least he had friends.

Friends. Or drinking buddies.

There's a big difference.

Try not to turn those scumbags against
you too.

That could get really ugly.

Hey, where are you from?

Black Gut.

Where are you going in town for?

I'm going hunting.

Where do you go hunting in town?

How lonely a soul am I when the only
time I feel at home is when I'm on my

anywhere else?

The kind of chronic, lifelong
loneliness.

that only a mutter can inflict.

Albert. What?

We're just chilling out. We're just
having a good time right now.

Albert.

There's no help.

I'm hungry.

Yeah, I've got a hot dog.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Just start calling out.

Have a great hunting trip.

So, where do you want to get off?

Downtown. We are downtown.

You owe me 60 bucks.

Please secure all personal belongings
while riding.

Gus's taxi is not responsible for
missing items during transport.

Have a nice day.

So, how do you want to pay?

Um, my mom will pay for it when you get
back. Yeah.

What are you doing?

Unless you want me to drive you straight
over to the cop shop, I think you

should find some way to pay for your
ride.

The hell do you want me to do?

Oh, I think you're a woman enough to
figure it out.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, leather belly.

You're fucking sick.

You know how old I am. Open the fucking
door.

I go to the cops and you lose your city
job.

Open it.

again today I'm really concerned about
her absenteeism lately please call me

back

I know nothing.

I have

nothing.

I'll go down.

Is there...

A cat of nine tails across my eyes.

Like a first love confessing to no love
at all.

Or a long -awaited betrayal from an old,
old friend.

The moment I realized I'm dead, right to
the end.

Not special.

Not collecting.

Moments for some transformative work of
art. No grand design for my life.

My time.

I've seen enough.

Man, I've... I've seen enough.

For my ego. One final sympathy fuck.

It was less, man.

Some fun.

F -U -N.

Finally understanding.

Go see a doctor. Oh, yeah.

Why don't I just puke out all my guts
and you came around for me, huh?

Man, I just, uh, I just lost my eye.

Well, bring it over.

I want the tape.

I'm just saying, man. Way to steal my
fucking tongue.

What are you doing here?

I'm just leaving.

Why? What's the rush?

We don't bite.

Do you come here very often?

Did you hear some retarded junkie
croaked here last week?

I'm leaving.

Wait.

I got a little doggie.

He does tricks. Watch.

Beg? Beg?

I'm sorry. I know it's early, but I
wanted to catch you before school.

Who is it?

Betty Ann Killboy.

Don't let her in.

She's drunk.

It's 7 .30 in the morning. She's not
drunk.

I am so sorry. I've told her a million
times that you're not drinking anymore,

but... It's not your fault.

Does anyone help you take care of her?

Um, Dad does when he's off the boat, but
he's not really home that much.

Hard life for a teenager.

I deal with it.

Do you know where Bernice is?

Please, Sinead.

Who is it?

I'm worried.

Tell me!

I'm sorry. I've really got to go.

Excuse me, miss. Could I please borrow
your cell phone? I have to call my mom.

Excuse me? Could I...

Excuse me, sir. Can I take your phone?

It's an emergency.

The phone booth is right next to you.

All right.

This is a long -distance call. Please
deposit $2 per minute to complete this

call.

It's mine, man. Another one?

Yeah. Worth it.

Cheers.

Motherfucker.

What else you got in there?

Cheese.

Give me, give me, give me, give me, give
me, give me.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. No, you can't feed
that cheese to anyone, man. It's a week

overdate. Look, there's mold on it.
Cheese is mold, man. You just cut the

mold off. That's all. No fucking way,
man. Put that there.

That's good.

Yeah, man, the expiration date's today.

No, no, no, man. I ate expired cottage
cheese once.

Blew my asshole out. Nodder shitter at
the flat, try bagging diarrhea.

One taken.

Bro!

The fuck?

Hi.

My name is... I'm Story.

We met at the funeral.

My dad's funeral.

You're a fathead's kid.

What are you doing here?

I haven't seen my dad since I was, like,
five. So I guess

I just wanted to know more about him.

What his life was like.

Are you legal?

Sixteen tomorrow.

All right. Well, hold on now, chub
master.

We're over on Magadie at the squad as it
is. You can't stay with us. Come on,

man. A night or two is not going to
hurt. We can't leave a batted kid on the

street. And, I mean, no one's going to
mind having her around.

One night.

Please?

Please?

I have nowhere else to go.

Please?

Yeah, I'll bring you down there. You
finish up here.

Come on. We'll go to the squad.

Come on! I'm coming.

No, it's true. I swear.

If you boil your piss, like, twice, you
can drink it.

Yeah, my friend did that once.

You told me to walk.

Come on.

Ever been in a squat before?

Yeah, obviously.

Yeah, but there's a lot of abandoned
buildings back in Black God

After

you

Welcome

to our home

Out of time.

And, uh, look who I dug up.

Fathead's fun.

Called herself Story.

Huh.

Isn't that funny?

I had a dream about Fathead last night.
We were hitchhiking down in the U .S.

somewhere.

He found a little bird with a broken
wing.

Wanted to save it, give it a prosthetic
limb.

What the?

Weird dream.

Is it?

Is it a dream?

What are you doing here?

My dad used to write to me saying that I
would really love his friends and that

he wanted me to come visit.

That's pretty strange.

I was with Fathead straight time and I'd
never seen him write a letter or send

one.

He sent me emails.

That's even weirder since he hated
computers.

Hey.

How old are you?

She'll be legal tomorrow.

Well, she's not staying here.

She's way too young to be corrupted by
all of you. I've been taking care of

myself since I could walk. I can handle
anything.

You're better off staying out of it.

Trust me.

All my money was stolen, and I have
nowhere else to go.

Well, we're going to stay in, Jen.

You can come and earn your bus ticket
home.

You're definitely not going to be warm
enough in that jukey jacket.

Here.

You can take this.

I found it the other day. It's not
really my style.

Go on. It's bug -free. Take it. Oh,
Maggie, you're my hero.

Fuck off, slut.

Yeah, fuck off, zero.

Come on.

Well, come on, little bird.

So I got this crazy ride when I was
hitching here. Oh, yeah, here it comes.

Let me get someone famous to pick you up
today. And Jemima.

Octomom?

Yeah, it was Octomom. I knew it.

I'll bet you think you're special, but
Octomom picks everybody up. Did you get

complimentary baby?

Yeah, I did, actually.

Well, where is it? I don't see it.

I had to use it as a pillow last night.

We can make good barbecue snacks, stir
fry, dead baby soup.

What's funnier than a dead baby?

What's funnier than a dead baby? I know
this one.

Guess. I'm guessing.

Excuse me. Could you spare some change
for the Alcohol Appreciation Society,

please?

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, she gave us a euro.

Um, that's a sign.

She gave us a euro, that's a sign.

How about a clown in a dead baby
costume?

Conjoined twin on his shoulder.

Um... Fuck you.

Ugh.

So much for talent.

I'm never going to get my gun at this
rate.

Maggie, he's saving up for a new tattoo
gun.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hi, um... I'm trying to get home, and I
need change for a bus ticket, and these

people have been following me around,
and I really just want to get home. Do

have change?

Thank you.

Have a good one. Look at this. Holy cow.
Oh, Jesus.

Looks like we have a new Spain queen.

Let me see that.

There you go.

That goes with your ride home now.

Excuse me, sir.

Please spare some change for a black
market liver.

Isn't it easier just to get a job and
sit on the cold concrete like this,

humiliating yourself?

Well, um, the word humiliation implies
that we give a fuck what you think, man.

You are parasites on the ass of society.

Leeching money off hardworking people to
support your nefarious habits is

twisted. You don't know what we're using
the money for.

Isn't it kind of obvious?

Oh, jeez. Listen, man, I'll tell you
something.

While you're mucking off to your school
so you can get your degree, so you can

get your job, so you can get your
mortgage and get your house and fill up

you're shrieking fucking spawn, we, us,
we'll be traveling the world.

Partying with our friends. Don't look at
me like that, man.

Getting kickdowns from shelled out
pricks like you who secretly

wish they had the balls to choose a life
of freedom like ours.

Yeah, well, I don't have time for
sanctimonious hedonists.

Oh, oh, I don't have time for
sanctimonious hedonists.

That's what he said, man. That's
beautiful.

I'm going to call the new band.

I hate students.

Instead of just dropping money, they
leave $10 words.

Six up. Drink your beer.

Okay. You can't order here. We were just
leaving.

Yeah. Well, drinking in public will get
you a ticket, too. We know. We know.

We're taking off. We're home. Listen, I
got one. I got one. Tell me if you heard

this one.

How does a cop go fishing?

Have you heard this one?

Well, well, he catches the first one,
and then he beats it until it tells him

where the others are.

Do you get it?

All right, IDs, now.

I don't have any stolen yet today.

How old are you?

News on Bernice?

No. And no status updates or sign of her
online either.

She's in town.

What? Why didn't you tell me? She made
me promise not to.

Well, do you know where she is?

Uh, not exactly.

But I bet I could find her.

I gotta go to town.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Take me
with you.

What about your mom?

It's Dad's turn.

You better not be running away in my
car, Sinead.

Well, Dad's cool with it. I told him
there's a science fiction convention in

town. I mean, it's not even really
lying, is it? I figure that crowd's

extraterrestrial enough.

What are you doing here? You're not
supposed to be back here. You're a heat

score.

Well, now that's a horse of a different
color.

Come on in.

Look who it is.

What is she doing here?

Well, fuck off, Maggie. We're not going
to leave fathead's kid out in the

street.

Besides, she brought a peace offering.

I don't think she should be here.

Jesus Christ. What does this have to do
with me?

Well, do you agree or do you not agree?

I think you don't want her here. You
tell her to leave.

What do you think she should do? Maggie,
stop being such a squat Nazi.

Really?

Fuck all of you. Yeah, fuck you.

Maggie's on her way.

I'm going again. No, I'm going again.
I'm going again.

Well, how did you escape the cops?

How did I escape the cops? How did you
escape the cops?

You got an idiot that we don't know
about?

She tripped.

Maggie touched me.

Well, Maggie, I hate the dead baby for
future reference.

Can I play?

You need a beer to play.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

J .D. Spurgeon presses to waste my game
of T .A .T.

Here.

Take my game.

Let me fill.

So, did you guys have any kind of
funeral thing for my dad?

Shut up.

Jesus.

What did you do that for?

My hand slipped.

I don't see how that was necessary.

You should get your glasses fixed.

Now, little one.

Knock, knock.

Well, look who it is.

The great social activist that crawls
out of his parents' basement to

us. Fuck you.

I'm just honored that the upper crust
are willing to raise their standards to

expand their mind.

I wouldn't sit on that if I were you.
Why not?

They bugs are a bitch. Oh, fuck.

Are you serious?

No, man, I'm just fucking with you. Sit
down out of it.

You're an asshole.

I know.

So, how's saving the world going?

Actually, I'm organizing a mall
workshop.

Yeah, no, really. We're going to act
like a cult and worship store windows.

And then I'm going to pretend to be a
priest and dress up and give a sermon on

salvation through consumerism.

And what's that supposed to do?

It's fucking supposed to get people
thinking.

All that fucking money, all that money
that is wasted on bullshit that breaks

soon as the warranty is up, I mean, that
could save five million starving kids.

Five million? Yeah.

Nobody gives a shit about any of that,
man. It's better than not bothering to

anything at all.

You're fucking punk.

Don't you want to change the world?

No. I'd rather just sit back and observe
the madness.

Yeah, and just self -medicate so that
you just ignore all the pain and

suffering.

Isn't that good for business?

Fuck you. Yeah, fuck you. What do you
got?

I got the Montreal.

Montreal PCP.

For a birthday you'll never forget.

Well, if you've got to think that long
about it, I probably should.

I never claimed to be anything but.

I should smash your face in.

You should take some PCP.

Another one? I got it here.

Bottoms up.

And there's trouble on your side of
town.

And the city's getting smaller.

Every day we're moving closer to the
coast.

I don't like the look he's giving me.

Like he's about to open fire.

Take out everyone in close proximity.

I'm like your dad.

All I have is one shitty memory of my
dad.

Took off when I was five.

Did he ever talk about me?

He loved your imagination.

Said it made him feel.

Yeah.

Life could be more than just about.

Working, scrounging, playing house. Life
could be a

choose -your -own -adventure.

Or a permanent PCP trip.

old enough to know better.

My dad brought us together.

Listen, sweetie.

Fathead is dead.

He doesn't want anything anymore.

No, that's not true. Fuck you!

What do you think of the guardian angel
watching over you?

Well, if he was, he wouldn't send you
here.

Certainly wouldn't help you over me.

You're such an absurd.

You know that?

I thought you didn't give a shit about
society and its rules.

I don't.

And I don't give a shit about explaining
myself to you.

I don't give a shit what's on the other
side of any of this.

You save me.

You will save me.

You save yourself. Let me

see.

The markings are beautiful.

They're ugly and gross.

They're a part of your story.

But somewhere, my demented mama tried to
burn the devil out of me.

In this era, I'm all about dog.

I usually tell people it was a big dog,
but it wasn't.

It was a little dog.

Because we all build our own stories.

Get that?

Fucking shit.

She's 16 years old.

You are nothing but a nothing.

You're a fucking asshole jock with a
tattoo on his face just fucking

in your notebook.

But you know what?

I know your pathetic little secret.

I've seen the rejection letter.

for you to go home.

Why are you sitting in the back?

It's not safe to sit all close to the
explosive guts of the car.

My OCD, it won't let me.

Fuck your OCD.

It doesn't work like that, you know. I
can't just turn it off.

Your mom's disease does not depend on
how many cracks you step on or how you

touch a door.

You can't control your mom, you know.

Next time you start obsessing, say stop
or get out.

Give yourself a command to kick the
poisonous socks out of your head.

Fuck you.

Oh no, oh my god, no.

I mean, that's what I tell my OCD.

I mean, that's even the first time I've
ever dropped the F -bomb.

Well, why get one of you?

Bernice tells me to fuck off every other
day.

Yeah, she calls you Nagisa.

She says you're from a distant planet of
workaholics and Nagi is your only form

of communication.

What's your fucking problem?

Hey,

do you guys do facial tattoos?

Nope. You're racist.

Well, let's go. I'll do it.

You can't do his face.

She's never tattooed real skin before.

She'll fuck your face up.

Sure, it's only a face.

Grow back.

Damn, mine's looking dead.

Hangman. Nope.

Hancock. Way funner.

What does it say?

It says, uh, I like pizza.

Right here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

How are you feeling?

Like a gutted cod.

Yeah.

That's why I don't do pills anymore.

Turns your body and mind inside out.

I never want to see another pill in my
lifetime.

Why don't you just go like that? You
look great.

I'm serious, you look great.

Deal with drunks all day in here?

That's true.

And I dealt with your dad for years,
too. I mean, I put that on my resume.

Maggie?

What stuff you said about my dad not
doing drugs, is that

true?

Yeah.

Well, then how did he OD?

Please don't ask me this.

If you were me, wouldn't you want to
know?

Seriously, you need to get the fuck out
of it.

Go call your family. Get them to come
pick you up or something.

Why do you want to stay here?

Radiant tears roll from your

face.

You were at my side, now

gone with no...

Rootin' for my kid?

Huh?

How would you like it if I... Rootin'
for your fucking story today?

Yeah, I'm not a journalist. Whole time.

I was gonna give it back. I only kept it
because it had so much about my dad in

it.

What happened to him?

What really happened?

Listen.

How long are you going to keep playing
the dead daddy card, huh?

Get out.

Go home.

What happened?

What happened?

Hit me.

Who hit you?

Was it your boyfriend?

Look, there's no use in protecting him.

He's just going to do it again and
again.

Someone who loved you wouldn't do that
to you.

It hurts.

I think it's broken.

Is that the part you hit you?

You wait here for an ambulance.

Requesting an ambulance to the abandoned
nurses.

Requesting an ambulance to the same
location.

Clearly we have better shit to do than
talk to you. Bernie!

Leave him at it.

I wish I could take it all.

What happened to your nose?

You got hit.

Serious?

Yeah.

Does it hurt?

Only when I breathe.

I got something that can help you with
the pain.

Come on.

ever feel like like nothing is real like
you're

stuck in a nightmare every day

i'm convinced life is an audition for
hell

you know when it came to town that i was

actually thinking that things might turn
out for me

Now I don't even know who I am anymore.

You're lucky then.

You can be whoever you want to be.

No one likes me.

I don't blame them.

They don't even like me.

You've got to stop dwelling on who you
want to be.

Just be.

This will help you with the pain.

Basically what they'd give you in a
hospital.

Please.

Please let me help you.

I was in when I was five.

It was the loneliest place in the entire
world.

All the other kids, their families would
come and

bring them presents and visit.

I had social workers.

My home was a hotel room where I lived
all by myself for five years.

And a TV.

First time I've made any real friends.

Fuck up with real friends.

Real friends.

Like good drugs.

To get under your skin.

To see who you really are.

What your condition is.

You gotta real friend them back.

Watch him with the skin back.

Oh.

Oh,

Bernie. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. What the fuck
is wrong with her?

I don't know.

They pumped her out hours ago.

Maybe they want her to be conscious when
we go in there.

What for?

So she doesn't hear your voice and
unconsciously decide to stay

maybe?

Sorry.

Bad joke.

Hi.

I'm looking for Story Kill Boy.

Nobody here by that name.

Maybe she's under a different name.

She's 16 and she has her nose punched in
and she OD'd on something.

Are you a family member?

Yeah, I'm her aunt.

Well, why don't you go talk to her
mother?

She'll fill you in.

Hi,

I'm Maggie.

I remember you from the funeral.

How is...

She's alive, but still unconscious.

I told her that she should go home.

I wish she'd never found you lot in the
first place.

We couldn't get rid of her.

We tried, but she just seemed desperate
to be with us.

Or just desperate to find out more about
her dad. I mean, if she wanted to get

his ashes back, how was he supposed to
rest in peace when you stole all the

pieces? We didn't take them to be
assholes.

We just, you know, were carrying out
Fathead's wishes.

He had something very special he wanted
done with them.

What do you want done with them?

I can't tell you.

Of course not.

Only his wife, for Christ's sake.

They are legally mine.

Go ahead.

Keep the junkie asshole.

I just want the alive one back.

I don't got cooties or nothing.

It'll keep you warm.

Fine.

Wear it.

Excuse me, Mrs. Kilfoy?

This is the weirdest mix of people I've
ever seen. How do you feel?

Like a blended dead baby.

I didn't mean to fuck up so bad.

God, I hope not.

When did you get all pumped?

You puked all over my jacket, remember?

No, it's like, it's fine. I dealt with
it.

That's good.

Maggie, thank you for coming.

It breaks my heart to see you like this.

I'm sorry.

What happened to Peyton?

Did they get him?

No, he took off and they haven't found
him yet.

I didn't... I was just trying to... I
didn't mean to rat him out.

I know, I know. Who the hell cares what
happened to the guy who broke your nose?

You don't, you don't get it. He's got,
he's got issues.

I feel like I can help him.

Nothing going on in that head a bullet
wouldn't cure.

Now, doctor says you're free to go home.

Let me go.

I'm going home.

What? Why?

Because I need to find Pignan.

I'm not leaving until I have my dad's
ashes.

Leave it alone.

He's psychotic.

Let the cops get the ashes back.

Go on home out of it then.

I'm 16 now, remember?

I don't need your permission.

What is your plan if we do find this
guy?

He is technically insane.

He's... disturbed.

I want to talk to him.

But what's your plan B?

I don't know. I haven't gotten that far.

Maggie, did you end up going for that
job the other day? I did, yeah.

I got it.

No shit.

Yeah, definitely sweet.

That's sweet.

That's awesome.

How the fuck did you score this?

100 punk points if you kill the cop.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck does it look like? Hey,
he's living all our fantasies, man.

Get out of the car, Brie. Oh, yeah,
death by cop. Know what you want now?

I want my dad's ass back.

I want you to tell me the truth.

Your dad asked me to help him die, all
right?

All

right.

Who's the rest of the dope, man?

What you do with the rest of the dope?

That's so good.

It's the fucking bullshit you did.

Hey.

Fucking deal.

No reason for you to die too.

I can't sleep myself in my fucking life
too.

See you in hell, shithead.

You know, this ain't gonna end well.

9693, pull the vehicle over immediately.

You're endangering the public and
yourself.

Yeah, yeah, but I won't stop.

Cause I don't want any time I don't want
a fucking cop.

Woo!

Why would he want to die?

Terminal liver disease. He was in pain
all the time.

But why the fuck would you want to die?
You tell me what's the point of living,

huh?

What about all that shit you said?

What about traveling and drinking with
friends?

Shit being the operative word.

What about... What about turning your
journal into a book that shows something

different and fuck -ups like me?

Oh, fuck off.

That's why I kept your book.

Okay?

Because it showed me something more.

It showed me that there was more to life
than life anyone.

You okay?

Here. Here.

Make sure Maggie gets this. Just take
it. Make sure she gets it.

All right?

Get out of the car!

Make sure... Make sure Maggie gets...
Get out of the car!

brought you here all smashed up with it.
Please don't make a scene.

I'm fine.

You look like something got the face
beat right off you.

It's time to go home out of it.

No.

I'm not going home.

Why?

What's there for me?

Where the hell would you go instead?

I don't know.

Can you wear out?

She can stay with me.

I wouldn't leave you in charge of a
plant.

I just got a job at one of the busiest
bars on George Street. I'm going to be

making hundreds of dollars a night. I'm
saving up my money. I'm getting an

apartment. I'm opening a tattoo shop.

Story could be my assistant.

Bernice needs to finish.

school. I can do both.

You have no clue how hard it is to do
both.

Hey, you got a guardian angel, Bernice.

I'm going to go see what Peyton has, if
I can find it.

I'm coming with you.

Joe Campbell needs to tattoo his face.

He hated tattoos.

Call them low rent status symbols.

Sorry about your accident.

I was as much at fault as Albert, but
I... I blamed it

on him because he told me to right
before he took off.

He didn't want you to hate me.

You don't even like me.

say that.

I gave up school and everything I was
working toward to find you.

You never showed it.

What do you mean?

I worked my ass off for us.

What more do you want from me?

Pignut touched me and he didn't throw
up.

Okay, you have no idea what it was like
growing up thinking that my disgusting

scars were contagious.

You don't get it.

You never will.

You were in pain for years.

All those surgeries and skin grafts.

You screeched every time I touched you.

I didn't want to cause you more pain.

I'm so sorry.

Are you allergic to smiles today,
Bernice, or what?

Come here.

Put her down. You're too drunk. You're
going to hurt her.

Do you know how Black got its name?

Someone took an old, inky squid and
squeezed it all over the town.

A squeezy squid, just like you.

Squeezy squid. Come here, my favorite
monsters.

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

never feel.

I'll rip them apart, gripping this
wheel.

I'll scratch on the surface by cracking
the mask that's in my knuckles.

Hold back!

In the morning when we wake up, the sun
will see.

It's best to wake up through the
darkness of those old blindings that

guide me.

Let's breathe your name!

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Sound precludes.

Inadventure. I'm dreaming like a hammer
to feed out my emotions.

I can't lose it.

Love comes along. I can't lose it. Love
with connection.

Love moves along.

Love moves along.

Break apart your fences in this way of
life. Open up new chances in this way of

life.

I know.