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I'm gonna drop you off at school, OK.

Yeah, yeah!

I'm exhausted.

- Where do you get all your energy? - Sleep.

Sleep, right. Sleep's for wimps, man.

- Open this for me. - What are these?

- Look at that hunk of metal. - Ooh!

Am I... ...as sexy as Elvis? I want to ask you.

Ah... you could be if you really wanted to.

- Yeah? - Yeah!

- Yeah? Yeah? - Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Am I that bad that you gotta drink?

No, man, you ain't that bad.

Look out. No, Dad, no!

Hello. This is Gorgeous. Anybody out there read me?

'10-4. I read.'

My handle's Gorgeous. Pretty vacant, hey?

My dad's handle's Flash.

Subvert normality!

- You know what that makes us together? - 'Yeah, fucking nuts.'

Fuck you!

Together, that makes us Flash Gorgeous.

'Flash Gorgeous?'

Punk is not sexual. It's just aggression. 10-4, ol' buddies.

Destroy. Kill all hippies.

I'm not talking at you, I'm talking to you.

- 'That's 10-4.' - Anarchy. Disco sucks!

I don't wanna hear about you, I wanna hear from you.

This is Gorgeous. Does anybody out there read me?

'10-4, Gorgeous. We read you.

'Let's go dancing. How about disco? Over.'

Disco sucks! Kill all hippies.

Pretty vacant, hey?

Subvert normality.

'Sub-what normality? Gorgeous, you're just a crazy little kid.

'Tell me, what's this pretty vacant? Over.'

What's your 10-22?

- 'Jasper Junction.' - Signing off.

This is Gorgeous signing off.

See the moon?

Screw you!

- Hi, Paul. Hi, Mom. - Hi, honey.

Hi, Cebe.

Cebe, why don't you help your mom clean up?

You should be working. Kids have to learn about that stuff.

You help her, she helps me and everything gets better.

OK. Buck, 75.

OK, I'll compromise, a buck 60.

- You're on. - Good.

Gorgeous.

- Hi, Glenn. - Hi, Cebe.

Mom, I don't wanna go to school today.

Forget it, you gotta go.

Why? You never finished school.

Ha! And look where I ended up. It's great, huh?

Besides, where are you gonna meet some nice guys?

Yeah? If they're all jerks like last year, I'm not meeting nobody.

- You mean Crater Face? - Huh.

What about Meat Ball? He took two seats up.

Well, he's kind of cute for a fat kid.

Hey, you two. Hey, here's your food.

Oh, yeah.

- What's the joke? - Hey, waitress, I'm hungry.

It's just girl talk, you know. Just silliness.

- Here you go, kiddo. - Thank you.

You know, there are two kinds of guys.

The wild and sexy, dancing men, and then there are your...

Cebe?

...your providers.

Know what I mean?

Honey, you know your daddy's gonna be comin' home from prison real soon.

I know.

Boy, I really loved him. We used to have the best times.

I got a problem.

- Elvis died on me! - Oh, come on.

So I'm gonna kill myself so I can go and visit him.

- Please. - I'll be back, I promise.

- No way. - Why?

- You're not allowed. - Yeah.

- Mm-mm. - Uh-uh.

You'll stay right here with your mommy

and your daddy who's coming home soon.

- Don't do that, you know I hate that. - I know, that's why I like to do it.

Ugh!

Well, too bad you're my mother. You know what I mean?

I know. Ah!

Wait till you meet your dad... again.

You haven't seen him for so long.

- I forgot what he looks like. - I know. Me, too.

I bet he looks the same, sexy and tough.

I hope, anyway.

Yeah, he does.

Yeah, I know... You just wait.

Who do I look more like?

Mmm... Him. Sort of. Except you're a girl, you know.

Tough and sexy in a real kind of nice way, you know.

A girl Don.

No, er... I'm not saying it right.

I'm not hungry.

It's his attitude. You've got the same kind of... attitude.

You just wait. You're gonna be having a real good time. Don't push things.

What did you have to leave me for?

Huh? Everybody left me.

My father left me.

Johnny Rotten left me.

Sid Vicious left me.

And now you, the King, has to leave me.

I know you don't understand.

It's just not the same without you.

I'm trying.

See this thing? I got it from Paul.

This thing cost about $200.

I'm gonna make enough money by being a rock star,

I could afford ten of them.

I'm gonna be like you, just wait. You'll see.

You'll see!

- What number? - '14.'

Visit number 14.

Lucky 14, here we come. There he is.

Oh, sweetheart...

Get that phone right there.

What do you think of this little sweetheart, huh?

She's not so little anymore, is she?

Oh, God.

I miss you... Flash.

Yeah, Gorgeous.

You know, I'm really sorry that I haven't been in touch with you.

I don't really have no excuse, cos...

I could say I don't write, which is true.

I didn't really want you to see me in here like this, you know.

But you're old enough now, you see.

And... well, this is where I've been for the last five years.

So, take a good look.

I'll try and make it up to you, you know.

- Yeah, I got a job. - What kind of job did you get?

I got a job, er... that's heavy equipment, and, er...

I'm gonna be running a big machine.

We oughta get that rig back together. Would you like that, Cebe?

Mm-mm.

Your hand's shaking, honey. Are you OK?

Time's up, OK? I'm gonna see you real soon, OK?

God, please forgive me, Cebe.

I want you to come home now.

Kathy, please get her out of here. I'll see you real soon. Please, Kathy.

- OK, I... OK, honey! - Time's up!

- OK! - Please.

Alright! OK!

See, it's better to burn out than to fade away on me.

Pretty but not edible.

Oh, fuck. There's my mom and Paul.

Shit. I don't want to see them.

Hey...

I want you to look over your right shoulder,

but I want you do it very slowly.

You understand? Very slowly. Just look over your right shoulder.

Why so slowly?

So you don't lick your friggin' nose off your face.

Just look over your right shoulder, will you, please?

You remember Sally? Remember? We used to call her Basketball Sally?

- Yeah. How could any of us forget Sally? - OK.

Now that little one on the left with the long hair, that's Sally's daughter.

Like mother, like daughter, right?

Or like daughter, like mother, right?

Look at her...

I'll be goddamned, you're Cebe.

Yeah, she's growing up, huh?

Er... yeah...

- Hey, Cebe. - Hiya, Charles.

Whaddya say?

Hey, nice little scar you got. Where did you get that scar?

- That's a nice scar. - Dad.

Oh, yeah.

Desperate is not the word.

Yeah, the accident. Er...

Hey, listen, er...

if you see Donnie or write to him, give him a big kiss for me, will you?

Tell him I love him. And if you write to him, tell him I love him, anyway, OK?

OK.

- Can I sleep over? - Oh, yeah, sure.

Wait, where are you going?

- My mum's over there. - Wait, I'll come with you.

I can only imagine.

- Hello. - Hi, honey.

Hi, Cebe.

- Can I sleep over Carol's? - No, honey, it's school night.

Oh, why not?

Because I want you to get to school on time tomorrow morning.

- I'll go. - You'll be on time?

- Uh-uh. - Yeah?

Mm-mm. Thanks, mom. Bye!

Hey, hang in there, Cebe.

- Charlie! - Charlie? Come and get some of this!

Oh, I haven't seen you for so long.

- Hey, you lookin' good, momma. - You're not that bad yourself.

Some good-lookin' bitch. Turn around, let me see that stuff.

Ooh, yeah!

You used to have such nice titties.

Huh? You like that when I say that, don't you?

- Tell me, you miss Donnie, don't you? - Oh, you know...

- You miss him a lot, don't you? - Yeah.

You miss him so fuckin' much, you don't even wear your wedding ring.

You haven't changed a bit, you scoundrel!

You better believe it, bitch. What happened to the wedding ring?

You miss him so much, you took it off? What happened?

- Oh! - Come over here, baby. Oh...

What happened to your pretty long hair?

- I chopped it off. - Kathy...

I dunno, I just did. What?

Kathy, this means we can be together tonight.

Yeah, well, er...

See you later then, babe.

You know somethin', Paul? You are an asshole.

Well, Charlie, I've known that about you for a long time.

Go piss up a tree.

You're quick on your feet, pal.

Dumb shit! That's Donnie's best friend.

You can go fuck off!

Hey, that was heavy.

Heavy-duty shit.

I can't believe it, she's fuckin' that dude.

Hey, Supertramp! I can get off on this...

- Hey, I like Supertramp! - See you soon!

- Hey, you wanna go for a ride? - Hey, baby, come here!

- Hello. - Hello!

- Whoa! Nice car. Whose car? - Mine.

- Nice pants. They fit well, hey? - Real good.

Turn around.

Hey, show it, show it!

- Nice ass. - Thank you.

Nice car, nice pants, nice ass. We'll think about it.

Not you, your hole's too big!

Fuck you, motherfucker! Hope you get an erection!

Hey, will you look at that?

Oh, let's go. Where's the limo?

Why don't you, like, hit the lens?

What a smile... OK!

Alright, come on...

I hate happy endings. Where's the killing?

Look, I'm crying!

Oh, try to contain your tears!

Yeah!

Oh, thanks!

Alright, top dog!

Forget it. Or the whole bucket's gonna end up on me.

Let's go!

I better not get caught with this, or I'll get in trouble. Hang out!

- What a movie. - Yeah, really.

- Quite the, er... show. - Stupid ending.

- Look at this. Hope you get splinters. - Wow, man!

- Queen Cebe. Look at her go down. - Push her off.

- Yeah, really push her off. - What are we gonna do now?

I dunno.

Hey, let's go over to Big AI's and listen to cornball music.

- We'll never get in. - Not a chance.

There's no way.

- I'm going in. - Oh, right on!

- The answer's no, Cebe. - I'm havin' a rum and coke.

- Rum and coke? - Go ahead, but I'm staying here.

- You comin' with me? - My old man's in there, are you crazy?

- You want to be a punk rocker? - I don't want to get in shit.

- Well, fuck you! - Wow...

You big chicken shits. Subvert normality!

- Hello, Cebe. - I'll have a rum and coke.

A rum and coke, right.

A rum and coke.

- A rum and coke, Cebe? - Yeah, I'm thirsty.

We can't serve you, Cebe. Come on, out.

No, I'm thirsty. I want my rum and coke.

- You want it the hard or the easy way? - Hard.

Alright, baby, you got it.

Let go! Let go!

I wanna rum and coke!

Leave me alone! Put me down!

Take it easy, Cebe. Just take it easy.

I must've been off balance. I could've took you any day!

- What are you laughin' at? - Hey, Cebe, come on, I love you.

- Yeah, you love me, my foot! - Just take it easy, sweetie.

Wait till my father gets out of prison, he's gonna wipe you out, motherfucker!

Yeah... Go home, Cebe.

Come on, give it to me.

Let's go!

Yeah!

Alright. Alright? Get it?

Right, Jack, move in. Come on, keep your hands up.

- Step in on him! - Keep your hands up. Move, move!

Come on, Mike, hands up. Hands up, that's it. Come on!

Break, break! Very good!

Are you a punker?

I know of some punk rock groups, you know.

- Do you like punk? - Ah, yeah. I get off on it sometimes.

It's real good, better than that disco shit.

- Disco sucks. - Oh, yeah.

Punk is here forever.

- Wanna come and get high? - Yeah, why not.

We could smoke some grass and, er...

Maybe go and find Pointed Sticks and go and punk out for the night.

Alright. Do you like punk?

It's OK.

Look what I did. Elvis.

- Elvis is with me forever. - Elvis...

Punk is here to stay, man. Disco sucks.

Elvis was one of the first punks.

Want a toke? Mmm?

Here.

Go ahead, light it up. I'll play you a tune.

Hey, Tony. Hey, this is Cebe. She wants to meet you. She, er...

Dougie! Dougie! Dougie!

Fuck you!

- Hey, Jared, get his ass! - Hey, Ross, take it easy!

Hey, fuck off, man! You're not like tough, are you?

Hey, Ross, come on!

What does punk rock mean to you?

What are you here for, money, fame, riches?

What does your mother think? Come on...

- What does punk rock mean to you? - Punk rock!

Settle down, my dear. Settle down, my dear. Say something legible.

- Legible? - Yeah, tell us where your mind is.

Alright, one, two, three, four!

- Big smile. - You want the big shot? Don't chicken out!

Tina, come on!

- Show us! - Do it, come on!

You're a chicken. Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Watch out!

- Do you mind giving me your hat, please? - Here.

If these are all your effects, would you sign here?

Will someone get me a matron?

My case load is already too heavy.

Tell the court to appoint another psychiatrist.

Right.

No, that won't work.

Well, that's the way it's gotta be. Right.

- I'm sorry, Miss Barnes. - It's alright.

Well, the judge's decision seems to be pretty clear.

As a ward of the court, you are free to go home, Cindy.

But you've got to stay out of trouble.

No more running away from home. No skipping school.

Listen, Cindy, you're not gonna get into any trouble any more.

Are you, Cindy? Come on, Cindy.

Tell Mr Brean how you're not gonna get into any trouble. OK, honey?

Come on, honey. Tell Mr Brean.

Mr Brean, uh... Cindy didn't realize that those kids had stolen that car.

If she had, she wouldn't have never gotten in.

She would've never taken a ride with them.

- I thought Cindy took the car. - I borrowed it.

Alright, whatever.

What you did was to endanger your life and the lives of others.

Cindy knows that now. I swear she does.

It's just that, uh... she forgets how young she is.

And she wants to grow up so fast.

You know I tell you to enjoy your youth while you've still got it.

- You know I do. - Come off it, Mom!

Cindy's gotta come home.

It's just because we've been having a rough time making ends meet,

and we're all alone and everything...

Don't listen to her, she's not alone.

Oh...

Her daddy's coming home. We've gotta be a family again.

I understand, Miss Barnes.

Cindy...

If you have trouble trying to sort things out at home,

you could stay here.

We might be able to help.

I wanna go home.

We'll be here if you need us. I'll be here. You understand?

Mm-mm. Thank you.

Let's get outta here, Mom.

- Yeah, let's blow this pop stand. - Bye.

- Hey, turkeys, my dad's back. - My name's Donnie, right?

- Just have fun. - Come on, you!

Hey, motherfucker, man.

Why don't you introduce me to some of the broads? This is bullshit!

Hey! Hey, alright. I didn't know nobody till now.

I'll see you in a while. Come on, introduce me to people.

That's bullshit...

- OK, hey, how are you doing? - Hey, Don, nice to see you.

You remember Ron and, er... this is Katie.

- Katie used to go out with Bobby. - Oh, yeah, right. Good to see you.

Good. I never saw these people...

Hey, how are you doin'? You still got your bike? You still ridin', you motherfucker?

Oh, yeah? That's far out, dude.

How you doin'? Good to see you.

Tom and Ann. Ann, I'm so glad you came.

- Thanks. - Good to see you, good to see you.

I never saw that motherfucker before in my life.

Charles!

Hey, where's Charlie? Huh?

- Come on, dance with me. - Pardon me, ma'am.

- May I have this dance? - Hey, how do you dance? Two step?

Three step. Four step.

- I missed you, man. - You don't get no drinks this way.

What are you on these days? Smack? Cocaine, man?

Oh, you two. You look adorable together. Oh!

I bet you're still a fuckin' criminal!

- Come on. - Whoa!

Let's go in the fuckin' kitchen.

For a second. You understand what I mean, joker?

OK, come on in.

Bamboo, you know, the bamboo papers?

The same bamboo papers... You probably didn't know that...

You know those little thin things, those thin things, that bamboo?

I think you go over the same buy.

- Cebe, you're getting real heavy. - She's not heavy, man.

Cebe, you're gonna go on your first date with me, right?

Wild!

- Watch your hands! - Yeah?

- Bang! - Slap him again for me!

Good evening.

You out?

- What's that? - You finally get out?

- Out of jail. - Out of jail...

- What, you forget? - Did I get outta jail? Are there bars...?

- Hey! Hey! - What the fuck is he talkin' about?

- No, I'm in jail. This is jail. - Do me a favour.

- Yeah? - Send her to bed.

- You wanna go to bed, darling? - No.

She doesn't wanna go to bed. Who are you? What's goin' on?

- You wanna talk to me? - Do I wanna talk to you?

- Not with your fuckin' attitude. - I think you do.

Well, OK, let's just get it straight. What do you want?

- What do you want? - We have somethin' to talk about.

We have somethin' to talk about.

- Hey, Cebe... You know my daughter? - Yeah.

- You go to school with my daughter? - Yeah.

- Ride the bus? - Yeah.

Did you know my son? Did you know my son?

Ride the bus with my son? Remember my son? Remember my son?

OK, man! Alright, alright!

See this? I'm a motherfuckin' asshole.

You know that? I got five fuckin' years, you know.

In prison.

And there were a lot of other kids besides your son.

Am I gonna have to meet every fuckin' asshole like you, man?

Look, I'm an asshole. You see this? You see me? You see that?

But I'm not a motherfuckin' dumb asshole!

Cos there's enough here for two drinks.

Now you sit down... you sit down and have a drink with me.

Come on. Come on.

Give him a glass, man. Give him a dirty glass. Here, come on.

I'm sorry about your son. But I didn't have nothing to do with it...

- Hey, motherfucker. - Sit down. Nobody's talkin' to you.

- OK, you motherfucker! - Fuckin' get out. Get out!

Get your fuckin' ass outta here or I'll put you through that window!

I'll put you through it right now! Go!

Why did you let him talk to you like that? Let's bust some heads.

Dad! What are you doing here?

Thought I'd come and pick you up. How come you're so late?

Seems like I been waitin' forever.

I got into a fight.

- Did you win? - Mm-mm. Pow! Bang! Boom!

- Out flat. - I gotta beer.

- Er... that's all that matters, isn't it? - Uh-uh. Let's get outta here.

- Wait a second. You're my buddy, right? - Mm-mm.

Watch this. See that girl over there reading? See over there?

No, come on, right over there? - Mm-mm.

- Attractive. Don't you think so? - Go get her, tiger.

- Let's go. - Come on, let's go and see mom.

- Uh-huh. - Hey!

- What did you learn in school today? - Nothin'.

Ash on my cigarette! Nothin'? That's good. That's what I learnt.

Don't tell mommy I told you that! Alright...

- You wanna go for a picnic? - Let me steer.

- OK, steer. - OK, go!

Let me look at the girl. Wow!

Wow-whee. I tell you. OK...

Knees...

- Don't tell your mom. - Don't worry.

- Keep a secret? - Mm-mm.

Remember that time I talked to the principal?

And he let you outta school and we drove down to Mexico? Remember that?

Uh-uh.

We took 90 over to 125 and shot straight down to Big 'A' town.

- You do remember, right? - Yeah.

- What, you think I'm stupid? - Maybe? I don't know. Listen...

How would you like to do somethin' like that again? Do the same again?

- Uh-uh. Abso-tively. - You sure?

OK, cos I'm gonna get that rig back on the road.

I've been doin' a lot of thinkin' and I can get it back in operation.

- What do you think about that? - That'd be super.

- Yeah, I could help you. - How can you help me?

No kiddin'. No, no kiddin'! Listen to me.

We could do it together and we'll have a perfect rig.

Alright.

Cos I think with my job and everythin', I could borrow some money.

I could get that thing back in operation in maybe three months.

- What do you think about that? Like that? - Mm-mm.

Alright.

That would be... Oh, yeah, I wouldn't have to go to school no more.

Oh, dynamite. Do it, do it, do it! Please do it.

Hmm... OK.

OK... Back on the road.

Stop that and talk to me. We should see each other again.

Come on, come on! You're makin' it really hard on me.

- I don't wanna make it hard on you. - Well, you are making it hard on me.

I wanna make it good.

Hi, there!

- See who's here? Uh? You see that? - Yeah. This is the time to do it.

This is the time to tell him, to stand up to him and straighten it out.

- Be my friend, come on. - I am your friend.

You can change things right now.

- He's here. - The bully gets all the marbles.

- Hi! - Hi!

- Got the kid in the car. - Yeah? Gimme some of that...

How'd you like to go on a picnic? Huh? A little family picnic.

I'm workin'.

You're workin'? There's nobody here.

I know. I'm still workin'.

Let me fix it with Paul, know what I mean?

- Hi, Paul. - Hi.

Thought you was fuckin' nuts when you got this place, know what I mean?

Fuckin' garage, right? Done a real good job with it.

- It's doin' OK. - Yeah?

Listen, I'm gonna take my ladies out for a little picnic.

Kathy can't go. She has to stay, she has to work.

Man, there ain't nobody in the fuckin' place.

- She has to stay here. - Give me a fuckin' break.

Thank you, Paul. Thanks a lot. See I told you. Ain't that easy? Ha-ha!

Get your stuff. See you later, Paul. Thank you.

Kathy?

Kathy, why didn't you stand up to him?

- What, like you just did? - What?

Like you just did?

Well, why don't you go?

- Well, give me my purse and stuff. - Get it yourself.

They're right there.

That's right, it is a nice day. I'll see you later, thanks.

- Ah. - Alright.

Donnie, you'll get us killed. Watch the road, honey!

- I'm not gonna get nobody killed. - Watch the road.

Alright, alright.

Go for it, babe! Go, go, go! Alright, go, Gorgeous. Alright.

- Donnie? - Give me a long one, long one...

- Donnie, it's freezing out here. - Well, we're having a picnic.

Dad!

The sand is cold and it's damp, and this is no place to have a picnic.

Hey, come on, wait a second.

We're havin' a good time, Kathy. Cebe, you're havin' a good time...

I'm not gonna let my daughter get pneumonia because of you.

- Please? - Wait, she's my daughter too, you know?

Huh? Yeah? What's the matter with you, Kathy?

What's the matter? We're havin' a good time, we're havin' a picnic.

I'm cold!

- It's because of my driving? - I don't want to end up dead.

How do you think that made me feel when you said that? You know where I've been.

I ain't gonna kill nobody, Kathy.

You don't think that that bothered me at all? Do you?

I'm sorry.

- Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Kathy. - Cebe, get it in the car.

Goddamn family picnic.

Oh, this is great, Kathy. This is wonderful, Kathy!

I'm not gonna forget this. I'm not gonna forget it, Kathy.

- Oh, fuck! What the...? - I wanna stay.

Oh, boy. OK. Alright.

- Can we come back tomorrow? - We'll have other times.

Tomorrow? You promise?

- Desperate promise? - Yes.

- Cos you don't keep your promises. - OK...

Great day. Great day.

- What the hell are you doin' here? - Hi!

- "Hi"? - I chewed a penny in half.

- Chewed it in half, huh? - Metal teeth.

- I came down to see you. - Hmm...

Get in. Get in the front.

- What's that dynamite for? - What? Oh, this?

Don't get cute with me, man.

I know what it is. I'm not dumb.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. Get in the car.

- What is it? - What are you using it for?

It's worth money, man. If I figure some way to use it...

Yeah, and if we blow up?

Ha! Joke!

You find things at the garbage dump... worth some money, you know?

Well, not... You know?

Jesus Christ. Can't figure it out.

Can I drive?

Drinking on the job. You know what I mean?

Did you hear Cebe's dad's out of jail?

And my dad's gonna get him for killin' my little brother.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

Come here! I said, come over here.

My, my. Look who's here.

Come over here, do you understand?

I never liked your face. I should rearrange it for you.

I hear your dad's working in the garbage dump, Cebe.

What's it to you?

You don't scare me.

A punk rocker should never scare you.

Here you go.

Disgusting. What do you think you're doing?

I painted your face blue.

Looks better that way.

And if you don't shut up and get outta here,

I'm gonna take you outta the blue and put you into the black.

That's so good.

You know I've been there!

- Great. - Help!

Well, I mean, when you have to take violin. Who plays the violin?

Oh, look, look.

- That's violin, my ass! - That one hurt.

Oh, look, look. Talk about hard.

There's your boyfriend there! Big Jim!

Jim's good lookin', don't knock him.

He's a truck driver! He's good lookin'.

Mongoloid! He's a mongoloid.

I don't know

Sorry just won't do

Fuck with me, man... Fuck with me, brother, fuck with me?

Sorry just won't do

I'm really fucked up, man.

Shit, I'm really fucked up.

What you really fucked up about?

What you fucked up about?

We're having a good time, man. We're drinking, we're listening to music...

Bullshit! We're having a fuckin' good time? Is this a fuckin' good time to you, man?

This is a fuckin' good time to you?

Give me a break. I know, my arm, my neck...

Fired from a fuckin' garbage dump, huh?

Who fired you?

Who fired you?

You gonna answer my question or what? Who fired you?

It's a simple question. Who fired you?

Same guy, man. You want the answer? Same guy, man.

- What same guy? - Same guy, man.

- What same fuckin' guy? - Anderson, man!

- Just cool it. - That asshole again?

- I'd go for his fuckin' throat! - Shh! Don't talk about it.

Ah, please, man...

- Hey, listen... - Hey, waitress. Waitress! Waitress!

Hey, what do you say, baby?

I want a couple of beers. A couple means two! Two!

- I got that. - And he wants some Scotch.

Scotch? OK, two beers and a Scotch.

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. - Mm?

- I want a Scotch. - You've got something to say, right?

- I want a Scotch and soda. - Yeah, I got that.

Wait, wait, wait... Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- Yeah, OK, later... - I wanna know her fuckin' name!

She's got a nice ass.

Fuckin' family, man. Family, Cebe, fuckin' Kathy.

- Goddamn... - Hey, hey... Wait!

- I took care of Kathy and Cebe... - Know what the fuck's happenin' here?

Yeah, I know what's happening here. They're all fuckin' crazy people around.

- I took care of Kathy and Cebe. - Yeah, what do you do, rape Paul, man?

You never listen to me. You're not listening to me!

You're not listening to me! I'm gonna ask you one more time!

And you know you're gonna answer me this time!

You know how much...?

You know how much money we need to get a rig running?

- Donnie! - You better answer me!

- You've been making all the problems. - What? What?

I love making problems? I'm not making problems!

- Not problems, promises! - Promises?

Promises? I dunno! What do you got? Answers?

- Well, you can get another job! - Shit! Bullshit! Bullshit!

Jobs? Where? Here? Where are jobs?

Here? There are no jobs!

- You don't know, lady! - A little job, yeah.

Don't you talk to me like that! Don't you yell at me!

Wow!

It's a truck! Do you know how much money it takes to fix a truck?

You don't know how much money it takes to fix a truck.

We're not talking about a few hundred dollars. We're talking a thousand!

A thousand dollars just to turn it over!

Oh, God! What the fuck am I talking to you for?

What the...? You don't know anything about it!

At least I've been working! I've been making some money!

What have you been doing besides boozing it up with your jerky friends?

I haven't been working? Don't you talk about my friends!

- I'm gonna give you what for! - Stop! Stop putting me down!

Oh? Put you down?

Remember who I am! Huh?

Bed! Get to bed!

Cover your head with a pillow!

I don't wanna hear no crying in this house! Cebe?

Go ahead! Get into bed! Get into bed!

Wait here, just lay down. I'll see you later. Bye.

Come on. Okay, okay, next question.

If two lines are cut by a transversal, the corresponding angles are congruent.

Okay?

Well, you're answering a good number of them.

Surprise!

Okay.

Two, right.

Okay. Yeah, take it up in your English class.

No, just remember it.

OK, moving on.

Given four points, A, B, C and D, can be studied in the same way

that we shall study geometry in this course.

That is, that all the algebraic facts that you...

Who do you think you're trying to kid?

Mmm..

Nobody.

- Do you have a note? - No.

- Do you have an explanation? - Yeah. I missed the bus.

- Why did you miss the bus? - Cos I overslept.

Come up here.

You know you need to have a note when you come in late.

So go and report to the principal's office.

- I'm sorry. - Get down to the principal's office!

- It won't happen again. - Go and report to the principal's office!

- It won't happen again, I promise. - Just get down there.

- Why? - Let's go!

See you later, suckhole.

- What did you say? - She swore at me, Mr Allen.

- She swore at me. - Yeah, I called her a suckhole.

Get to the principal's office!

I thought teachers were supposed to help you.

- Go to the principal's office! Go! - OK, I'm goin'.

- Get goin' now! - Don't get pushy about it.

You've really blown it, haven't you, Cindy?

Damn it, Cindy, why do you make things so difficult for yourself?

Principal wants you out of this school.

Judge is probably going to take you out of your home.

- I don't care. - You don't care?

I thought you did care. I thought you wanted to stay at home.

Don't you realise that you're on a one-way road

straight to a detention centre?

- I'll just run away. - They'll send you to another.

I'll run away again.

Then they'll lock you up in a place from which you can't run away.

It's my life, I can do what I want with it!

Alright...

You tell me...

What do you want to do with your life?

Mom and me will move to the city, I'll go to school there.

I don't like this hick school anyways.

Your mom and you will move?

I thought things were gonna be better when your dad got home.

There's something you're not telling me.

What is it, Cindy?

Cindy?

Hey, man. Come on, lighten up.

We got Anderson's dough, French Champagne!

I mean, what else do we need, man? Come on.

Come on!

Hi, I missed you today in the truck.

You wanna go back in the truck with Dad and me?

You know...

Oh, shit, man. I wanna... Goddamn it, I wanna...

I want a place of my own, I wanna fuckin' self-sustain.

How you gonna get it, huh? I want you to tell me, how the fuck...?

What's this thing about the money? What's this thing about the money?

Hey, Kathy. Money? Oh, yeah, money. Ha-ha!

Well, Donnie and I have gone into business together,

and he's becoming my, er...

he's becoming my fuckin' partner is what he's becoming.

- What? - Yeah? When? What?

- What's...? - I wanna get that rig back together, baby.

You remember I told you I was gonna get that rig back together.

- How you gonna do that? - I...

I got the money to get the rig back together. We got it.

Great. That's great. Oh, yeah...

Wait, sit down. No, sit down.

- Wait a second. - Oh, baby.

That fuckin' money, I'm gonna tell you something. It's shit, you hear me?

I told you before, I wiped my ass with it...

I don't wanna go back to prison! I ain't goin' back to prison!

Shh! Shush!

- I'm tired of hearing about... - Alright! Don't fuck around with me!

Kathy, you come with me, baby. Come on, fuck this!

Let's go. Let's dance, baby! Let's dance!

Charlie. Charlie...

You...

I don't even know whether I can drive again!

Whether I can drive again!

I want you so much. Oh, you feel so good. Oh...

Oh, God...

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah...

Hey, you fuckers! Any of you... ever been to prison?

- Have you? - Oh, God... What, honey?

You think this is fuckin' easy for me?

You think this is fuckin' easy for me?

I know it's not easy for you, baby. I'll make it up to you, I swear.

- You sexy... - Oh, baby...

That's right. That's right. Go ahead, man.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

But I'm her goddamn father!

I can't. Oh, Charlie... Oh, Charlie...

You're goddamn right you're the father!

Fuck you, motherfucker...

And that'll change her personality and everything'll be OK. Everything'll be fine!

Charlie, you better get outta here, he's gettin' weird.

- Get out of here, Charlie. - What the fuck should I call her?

Party's over! Over! Ta-dum!

- Oh, I love you. - Wait a second. Wait a fuckin' minute.

- What? - Wait a fuckin' minute. Party's not over.

Party's just beginnin'.

Charlie's very gentle with women.

You should fuck her, man!

You should get it on with her!

I don't think she's ever even been fuckin' kissed!

- You're gonna be... - I don't want her to be a dyke.

- She's doesn't want her to be a what? - I don't want her to be a dyke!

- God! - A dyke?

- A dyke? - Dyke?

Hey, wait... wait...

- Come on, let's hear it. - I don't want her to be a dyke! I don't!

God!

Hey, that's...

If she's a dyke, as soon as his dick gets in her,

she'll get a good personality, let's go upstairs.

- No, wait, no, wait, no, wait! - Let's not wait any longer!

No, wait. Are we doing the right thing?

Are we doing the right...? Let's have a drink first!

- Fuck me! - Shut up!

- Wait a minute, honey, please! - Shh! I want this to be a surprise. Shh!

Hey, man, what's goin' on?

- He's kiddin'. - She's my baby!

- She's just a kid, man! - Cebe?

Cebe, honey? Mommy and Daddy wanna talk to you.

- Charlie... - Charlie wants to talk to you, honey.

- Charlie wants to say goodnight. - Shh! Jesus Christ...

Go, go, go.

- I can't. I can't be here. - Well, could you leave?

- She can't be here. - I'll be in here.

I'll be in here. OK. OK.

Hey, Cebe. Hey, Cebe.

Cebe, it's Daddy, man.

Open the door. Charlie and Daddy wanna say goodnight, man.

Wanna say goodnight, Cebe!

Motherfuckers, come in and get me! I'm ready for you!

We're coming in now, honey.

- What the fuck? - Jesus Christ, she's a dyke.

- Get the fuck away. - Hey, don't talk about my daughter.

Gimme the... Hey, wait a second. Alright, tiger, come on. Come on...

Let me see you use it. You won't even fight, will you? Huh?

- You won't even fight. Why won't you? - Let go. I hate fuckin' men!

Let go, goddamn it!

Why don't you let go when I say so, huh? You make me so fucking pissed!

I'm sorry, baby.

Ah, fuck...

I hate you. I hate you!

OK, leave... leave us, Charlie.

- Please, leave us alone. - OK.

Asshole! I hate men.

Ugh!

Hey, Kathy?

Kathy!

Alright, I'm coming.

Go on.

Go on.

Oh, get to fuck! Go, get her, get her...

- I hate him. - Get her, get her...

- Get her... - What? I already got it!

- Jesus. - My nightgown!

- How do you know your nightgown? - Cos I'm smart.

Here, here, here.

Get outta here! Now!

Oh, Donnie, please.

Oh, she's right. She's right.

- She's right. She's right. - Get your boots off.

Get outta my clothes! Get her outta my clothes!

I'm fucked up. But you get her outta my clothes.

And you... dress her like a lady.

- I don't want to. - Yeah? What do you mean?

Ah, man.

Fuckin' trucks gotta go. They gotta go.

They gotta go, they gotta go.

They gotta go.

The drums can stay.

The drums can stay.

The guitar can stay.

Public Enemy, Subhumans, Teenage Head.

I'd rip those down, like in one fuckin' second, man.

Punk. Punk.

Elvis, Elvis, Elvis.

Oh, man, I know, man, about Elvis.

- You know somethin'? Hey, hey! - What?

I'm a punk! Ha-ha!

Now, I want you guys to clean up your act,

have a good time,

and shape up and I'll see you in my dreams.

You know what I mean? Cos I'm gettin' outta here.

I hate fuckin' men! I hate them!

- I fuckin' hate them! - I know! I know! I know!

- I know! I know! - I hate men! I hate them.

Right... right. See you in a minute.

Get her dressed, out of my clothes and into somethin' pretty!

Get the fuck out of my room!

- Go. Go. Go! - Alright. Alright.

I didn't do... I didn't do anything.

Do you think I did something?

- Donnie... - Wait!

- What are you trying to do? - Don't yell!

- I don't want you yelling! - What are you trying to do?

Oh, God.

Do you remember layin' down there with your teddy bear,

holdin' your teddy bear when the lights used to go by,

and I used to sit over there, do you remember?

Lay down here. Hold that teddy bear. Remember?

Do you remember that?

Do you remember when you sucked your thumb?

- Still do. - Oh, look!

Want a hit?

Oh, shit.

What are you lookin' at?

What are you lookin' at?

Come here.

Take a good look.

- You remember, don't you? - You fuckin' A-right I remember.

Do you remember, Daddy?

Come here.

Take a good smell.

Aargh!

Whatever happened to the cotton panties?

- Oh, God. - Hey!

- Turn off the light! Oh! - Mom, I gotta talk to you now.

- Honey, can't it wait till tomorrow? - No. Now. Let's go.

- It's about Dad and I want to talk. - Huh?

- Alright, alright. - Come on!

- It's personal. Put on your robe. - I'm coming. Coming!

Cindy, if this is some kind of game, this isn't any fun.

Come on, Mom. Hang on to my hand.

Careful! I can't see a thing. Where the hell you takin' me?

- We're going to where it all started. - What do you mean, where it all started?

- Ow! Goddamn! - I wanna talk to you about Dad.

- In his old wreck? Cindy? - This is the place. Get in.

Alright, alright, we'll talk about your Dad.

Tell me, what do you know about him I don't know, anyway, huh?

What do you know? It's freezin' in here!

You're just going to cool it.

- You shouldn't be smokin', Cebe! - Shut up.

Oh, God.

Oh, what are you doing? What is it? What is that?

- Whatever the fuck you want it to be. - Well, get it out!

- It's a fuse. - Oh. Get it outta here!

It's a fuse.

There's nothin' behind it, it's a punk gesture.

I thought you wanted to talk about your Dad.

If you wanna talk punk, let's go in the kitchen.

I know one thing you weren't, you weren't a punk.

And you know what? Dad knows more about punk than you do.

Cos Sid Vicious, when he left, he took his loved ones with him.

Ah, that's totally meaningless! I don't get the point. I'm leaving!

- That's right. - Oh... Baby, no.

That's right.