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Bring that
fucking beat back.

Bring that
motherfucking beat back--

not some of it,
not part of it.

Bring the whole thing
fucking back.

Uh!

All right, all right, all right.

Stop. See that kid there
getting beaten to death

by a bunch of angry punks?

That happens to be my son Ross,

and I can't fucking help him.

You want to know why?

Because I'm dead.
Guess what else is dead.

WoWhat hunters
are you talking about?

Let's talk about my spawn Ross.

He was brought into this world
without a father,

so he was raised
in this steampunk shop

by this totally eccentric woman
Trish.

See, I fell really hard
for this girl.

She was really smart.
She was beautiful.

She was
like a goddess.

Everyone looked up to her,
and I had the honor

of being her soulmate till I
went and fucked it up by dying.

Dearly Departed.
How can I help you?

So Trish and I got busy,

and sometime before I died,
my seed found purchase,

and Trish got knocked up,
which really sucked for her

because she had to raise
this kid all on her own

and did a really amazing job
bringing up

this dark, little, spooky,
little shit.

You know we're here
with your dad.

Did you
know that, Ross?

Where is he?

He's right there.

I don't see him.

So, yeah, she took on the job,

but, dude, it was hard on her
because she didn't fit in

anywhere except for her shop,
where she was totally surrounded

by all her weird stuff,

like her Mormon assistant here--
emo Shelly,

who is totally obsessed
with my boy,

which brings me back to Ross,
the problem--

Ross is predisposed
towards death because of me.

He is a death punker, a goth,
a this, a that.

There are no labels for Ross.

He's simply
fucking complicated...

But suppose everything's
already dead.

and he knows stuff, adult stuff,

or at least he thinks he does.

He doesn't drink.
He doesn't smoke.

He doesn't do drugs.
He doesn't have sex.

He was so fucking straight-edge,

he didn't even hang out
with the straight-edge guys.

Dude, dude, dude, Ross
didn't do anything until now,

so now, hours before he was
getting his ass kicked

at a punk show, Ross was drunk
in a car with his friend Crash.

Now, Crash, well, Crash
is the kind of guy

that doesn't judge anybody,
anybody, unless they judge him,

which was a good thing
for my son

because when they met
in high school,

he became Ross'
only real friend.

Anybody else steered real clear
of my spooky, little boy.

Even this outsider, punk girl
Penny stayed away from him

until this day.

See, Penny was one of the guys,
and she was really into cars.

In fact, she'd been working
on this big Cadillac

since she found it
when she was 12 years old

in her granddad's back yard.

So you're saying
I look like a dude?

Yes.

Anyway, Ross.

Ogden? What's he
doing in Ogden?

No.

No. No.

Sorry.
That's not Ross.

Look. Because my son
doesn't drink.

Well, maybe
it was your son.

Where did they go?

What?

Do you hear yourself?

I mean, you
are literally

the thickest person
I have ever talked to.

What's going on?

Well, that
was Crash's mom.

She said that Ross
showed up at her house

crying and drunk.

Ross doesn't drink.

So the reason this whole
situation is such a problem,

I was a bit of a drinker.

My dad was a drinker.
His dad was a drinker.

It was in our fucking blood,

and it didn't turn out well
for any of us.

When Ross' mom gets a call
saying Ross is drinking

when he doesn't drink,

Ross is crying when
he doesn't cry,

I mean, dude, that's how
I fucking went out.

Something
must have happened.

Oh, and by the way,

my name's Bob,
and 19 years ago,

this is where I totally
fucking died.

What happened
to you?

Some girl.

Of course.

What'd she do,
steal his eyeliner?

Is, um--
is there any more beer?

No. I'm serious, Penny.
You're gender-challenged.

What? I don't even
know what that means, Crash.

Oh, you know.

It's like when your iffy
in the sex category.

Ross, what
do you think?

Um, is there--
is there any more beer?

No, Ross. There's
no more beer.

Shall we?
Shall we what?

Shall we to the
convenience store?

Tell ya, man,
I'm stuck on this lovely girl

Of course, to me,
she mean all t' world

But then she
like another guy

I fall down dead,
she never see the tears I cry

You can keep
the change.

Hey, you got I.D.?

Yeah.

Please, please, please
do not go

Please, please,
please do not go

So what, you have
a fake I.D.?

No.

No. I have
a real I.D.

So what, you just
bought this beer

without showing
any I.D.?

And why would
I show any I.D.?

Because you have to
be 21 to buy beer,

creepy boy.

I did not
know that.

Oh, whoa, whoa

And I know I cannot
tell a lie

Oh, whoa, whoa

I want to see him
go bye

Bye
Good-bye

So what actually happened
to my poor boy

to make him become
so melancholy

on such a fine spring day?

Actually, he was kind of always
a gloomy dude.

OK, but you're gonna
change your mind on that

once you get
your heart broken.

Childish thought.

Really?

Mom, I'm not
like the rest

of the teeming
masses.

I have
perspective, OK?

There will be no
retching over matters

of the heart
for me.

Aren't you always
talking about

the beauty of death?

Isn't there
passion in that?

No. No.
Observation.

Mom, death
is beautiful

because it is our
only real future.

It will be the only
great thing

any of us ever do.

Life is a rehearsal.
That's all it is.

I mean, what--
what is the point

of fighting for
political ideals,

for religion,
for love?

These things have
nothing to do

with our true
destination,

you understand?

I mean, just like Dad,
what was his life for

other than to die?

OK, but when
he was alive,

he was something
to behold.

I have no doubt,

and he died
like a hero.

Ross, he accidentally
overdosed on Percodan.

He thought they were
vitamins, not very heroic.

But classic,

definitely a death
to remember.

OK, but don't come crying
to me when you get stung.

Won't happen,

but, all that said,

I love you, Mom.

You sure?
You don't have to.

Mother.

Hi, Shelly.
Hi, Ross.

So that bullshit,
pseudo philosophy of his

lasted right up until he met--
can you believe it?--

uh, Lilith.

I don't know what he saw in her,
but pick your poison.

Near our rito

Peep peep oh

Bit animal

Peep oh

Hello. I'm Ross.

So I've heard.

With the part animal

Peep peep

If I may, I would love to
call on you this evening.

I don't mind.

Bit animal

Peep oh

He didn't deal, little rito

With the part animal

Peep peep

And so young Rothschild

fell into the clutches
of romance,

believing completely in
the virtues of his young maiden

as if she was
the Virgin Mother herself.

They strolled. They picnicked.

They texteth each other.

They gave gifts, glances,
and all that kind of crap.

Ross...
Yes?

I worship you.

Worship?
I see.

In this short time,

I can't imagine
my life without you.

Oh, come now.

This--this
arrangement

is for our pleasure,
but we are born alone,

and when we die,
we will die alone.

Oh, say what you want.
I love you.

Love is a lie
to enslave us,

to help us believe there
is meaning to life.

I know who I am,

but I like being
with you now.

Ross is
about to eat every single word

he said to little Miss Ophelia.

Haunted by your hair

Haunted by your clothes

Mm...

Haunted by your eyes

Mm...

By your soul, by your hair

By your clothes,
by your eyes

By your voice,
by your smile

By your mouth, by your soul

By your hair,
by your clothes

By your eyes, by your voice

By your smile,
by your mouth

By your soul, haunted

Haunted

Uh...listen.

I want to say something.
Does life mean anything?

No. It's meaningless.

It's--it's--it's

as useless
as nipples on men,

but then
something happens.

Out of nowhere,
seemingly...

some woman reaches
into your chest

and pulls out
your heart

and pours salt all over
your exposed intestines,

rubs the blood
and the guts

all over her body,
and laughs

at your mangled corpse,
and that, my friends,

when you feel that pain,
that is when you know

there's must be a God.

You call Him
whatever you want.

There is a God,
and He has a plan,

and that plan has
nothing to do with us.

That plan is
to laugh at us,

laugh in our face.

Frailty,
thy name is woman.

OK, buddy.

Think you need
some more medicine.

There you go.

So where
are we going?

To the concert.
Oh, right.

Punk concert,

the writhing stench
of humanity

and that dancing
thing you punks do.

Uh, yeah.
It's called fun, man.

You'll like it.
Will I?

You know, my father
was a punk.

Yeah. No shit.
Everyone knows that story.

No. I'd like
to be up there.

Where?
The mountains.

Hey, let's go the long
way round to Salt Lake.

We'll be late.
What is late?

We're--we--we are
already late.

You are working
in units of time.

Goddamn, Ross, you are
a bizarre individual,

but I dig that
about you.

Well, I mean, what
would you guys care

about being late?

You're gonna be late
to a punk show,

late for anarchy?

I thought you guys
had no rules.

I thought you lived life
and took risks

and fucked systems.
OK.

OK. We will take
the mountain pass, Frodo.

Get in.
Come on.

If you wanna make a move

Then you better come in

It's just the ability
to reason that wears so thin

Living and dying
and the stories that are true

Secret to a good life's
knowing when you're through

Black coat, white shoes,
black hat, Cadillac

Yeah, the boy's a time bomb

Black coat, white shoes,
black hat, Cadillac

Yeah, the boy's a time bomb

Well, he's back in the hole

Where they got him
living like a rat

But he's smarter than that

9 lives like a cat

15 years old

Take him
to the youth authority home

First thing you learn

You got to make it
in this world alone

Black coat, white shoes,
black hat, Cadillac

Yeah, the boy's a time bomb

I think maybe I'm
overthinking this.

I mean, should
I be worried?

I'm really worried,
Trish.

I know, but people
snap all the time.

Like, I had this cousin who
was a full-blown Mormon, right?

He went on his mission.
He got married.

He did the whole thing, and
then one day, he just lost it.

He went to Las Vegas
and gambled all his money,

and they found him
in a hotel room

with hookers who had
given him meth.

OK.
Meth hookers.

Thank you, Shelly.

OK, and hookers are people
who have sex for money...

I get it.

and meth is
an illegal street drug.

You need to stop
talking now.

You need to go
upstairs to my bedroom

and get my
address book.

Can you do that?
Upstairs.

Just upstairs.

Got it. Upstairs.
My room.

I'll check Ross'
just to be sure.

Not Ross' room,
my room.

You can never be sure.
Oh...

We are 3 kings in honor

We are the midst
of Dagda's spell

We are 3...

Thought you were dead.

No, man. No.
Almost.

Ha ha!

I work for a state
senator now.

Unfortunate.

No. I like
politics.

Still a punk?

I still listen to music,
go to a good show.

So, yes, you're still
a slave to a musical genre.

It's interesting
you should say that.

Really?
Yeah.

You're like the
fucking poster boy

for Norwegian
black metal.

I wouldn't say that.

OK, OK. Let's stop here
just for--for a minute, OK,

so I can explain to you
these two jokers.

Right after I died,

most of my friends
left Salt Lake City,

but these guys
fucking stayed.

First, there's John.

Back in the day
when I was alive,

John was a mod--

in fact, he was called
John the Mod--

but then he met
this Norwegian chick,

and he moved to, like, Norway,
where he discovered black metal,

possibly the most hardcore music
genre going on at the time.

See, these Norwegian kids,
they were pissed off

at Christianity for coming

and fucking destroying
their culture.

I mean, it happened, like,
10 billion years ago,

but, you know, we all
need a cause, right?

So John, being
Native American Mormon,

kind of connected with this,

so he changed his name
to Johnny Jekyll,

buffed out, grew out his hair,

started wearing
all this fucking makeup shit,

drinking out of things
like this,

and then he opened
a black metal shop

here in Salt Lake City.

Hey, uh, how much
for these smoke bombs?

Uh, these--these--
these smoke bombs.

How much
for the, uh--

These are the Black Cat
smoke bombs,

come 3 to a pack.

How much?

The--the Black Cat
smoke bombs,

these, how much?

It is illegal to sell smoke
bombs without a proper license.

Well, no.
It's--

Sean, I got this.

I--it's--I mean,
there's a sign here

that says,
"For sale."

This look like
you wrote this.

No, it does not.

But I--I'm holding
these in my--

They're Black Cat
smoke bombs.

This is not
some dream

from the inside
of my brain head.

You are mistaken.

Are you fucking
kidding me?

The--they're
right here.

I just want to buy

some Black Cat
Smoke Alarm smoke--

I will run you through
with my blade.

OK. No smoke bombs,
fucking asshole.

I'll go to the cops.
I'm Dorgon.

You do that.

I'm Dorgon.

Dorgon.

John, John, John, John,
you think it's a good idea

to threaten your customers
with, you know, actual death?

Why do you think
they come in here?

Well, you don't want
to sell the fireworks,

why don't you just
put them away?

Those are for people
in the circle.

That guy--
not in the circle.

Holy fuck, John,
you've really changed.

So then there's Sean.

Now, Sean back in the day
used to sell acid,

but after an accident where
he inadvertently ingested

over 112 hits of acid,
he got so fucked up,

he started thinking
that I was Jesus Christ,

and, by the way, I like
to visit him sometimes

in flashbacks
and freak him out.

So Sean ended up begging,
but eventually,

he got himself off the streets
and checked into a facility,

and after a few years,
he got out

and even got a job
working for a state senator,

but, you know, you can't
really take the punk

out of a guy like Sean.

When I search you,
what am I gonna find, huh?

Look at me.
Needles?

Maybe.
I don't know, man.

Crash?

Dude.
Dude!

Sean,
what's up, man?

What's up, man?

What's up, dude?

You look good.
You look--

Oh, man, how's shit
on the Hill, man?

Oh, you got all
tatted up and everything.

That's crazy.

Sir...
What?

I need you
to step back now.

What?
I'm arresting this man.

Arresting him?
For what?

None of your damn business.
Step back.

It's cool, man.
I work--

I'm used to this,
dude. It's cool.

No. Wait. Hold--
hold on a second, Crash.

I work--I work
on the Hill, you see,

and I would like to know why
you're arresting this man.

Because I can.
What are you gonna do about it?

Oh, run.

What?

I'm not
talking to you.

Run!

D'oh! Shit! Sh--

Oh, shit. Uh...

Oh, fuck.

What, you mace me?
Who maces people?

Aah!

You want to mace me?

Uh!

Your bike's over here!

Ross, Chandler, Joey
in a Punjabi death match.

Who takes it?

Ross, Chandler, Joey in
a Punjabi death match.

That's
a good question.

What's a Punjabi
death match?

Basically, it's like
a steel cage match,

but you use bamboo
and stuff.

Yeah, but who wins?

Gunther.

Oh, come on.
Gunther was a tool.

Oh, Gunther,
if we he in that--

You know what that
reminds me of?

"Smelly cat."
"Smelly cat."

See, I loved--

It was a catchy
tune, right?

It was great,
so I'm gonna do

a death metal
version.

Did you know they each
got a million dollars?

There was some point
where an assistant

ran into the room
and told an executive,

"Each Friend wants
a million dollars,

or they're not doing
the show anymore."

An episode.

It's fucked up,
right?

Not if Gunther is getting
a million dollars.

Gunther didn't get
a million dollars.

Then they shouldn't
fucking get anything.

Hmm.

Hey, I'm just telling you
what I think honestly, man.

Do you think Gunther could
have his own spin-off show?

I think he should have
his own spin-off show.

Sean?

Thank you.

Warrior Music.
What do you want?

I haven't seen him.

I'll be right over.

How long has it been
since you've seen Trish?

Trish?

3 years.

Well, she's got
a problem.

Like what,
she's a bitch?

Heh. No, like
a parental problem.

Her son--
Ross.

You know Ross?
Yeah.

Like a fucking
uncle to him.

Me, too.

Dude, why you looking
at me like that?

Like what?

Like you want to take
that sword and stab me.

I don't want
to stab you, Sean.

Dude, you got to learn how
to just relax your face.

You've got
asshole face.

I am relaxed.

Apartment ambience
is like a motel

Little town blues
can't compare to this hell

Do you ever want to go...

You happy now?

Are you gay?
What?

I've--I've--I've
wondered for some time now,

and Crash was questioning
your gender deficits.

I'm
straight-curious.

Straight-curious.

I'm really hungry.
Are you guys hungry?

No. man.
You're really drunk.

So this is what
it's like to be drunk?

Take a sip.

Easy there,
Churchill.

Ha ha ha!

That's not beer.

Dude, you drank
half the fucking bottle.

That's not beer.

The air smells different
out here at 3 A.M.

Oh, my God...

Push it out, man.
Yeah.

I feel...
Yeah!

Will fall apart
inside your room

So please come on out
and do something else

Just--Christ, what
the fuck are you doing?

I was doing you
a favor.

Oh, what favor?

I was just making you
look like a girl.

Damn it. Stop.
Ha ha!

What's your boy doing?

Uh! How do you
like it, flowers?

Fucking die,
flowers!

Fuck...you and you.

Fuck you. Uh!

How do you fucking
like it, huh? Uh!

What'd those flowers
ever do to you?

They're just
fucking...

cruel.

[gasps] Ha!

Hey, Shelly.

Thank God
you're here.

There is no God,
Shelly.

John.
Hi.

Hmm...so what do you
think is going on?

Whatever it is, I don't
think it's so bad.

I know, but it's
just so unlike Ross.

Usually, you know,
he's so responsible.

I mean, maybe he's
a little dark,

but otherwise,
he's perfect.

He's a great kid.
I know.

By the way, do you
remember Sean?

Hey.
Hi. Wow.

I thought you were--
Dead?

Yeah.
Yeah. I get that a lot.

Well, sorry.

I would normally be
more polite.

I'm just really worried
about my kid.

No. I understand.

If Ross is drinking,
he's really drinking.

How do you
know my son?

I met him 3 years ago
down on State.

He was hanging out
with some, uh,

not crusties,
but, uh--

Skate punks?
Not skate punks.

Gutter punks?
Gutter punks.

Let me break in here and say

something about punk,

punk the, uh, music genre
and, uh, movement.

See, now, way back
10,000 years ago

when the whole thing started,
it was just punk,

but over the years,
like religion,

the whole thing began to divide,
so today it's hard to keep up

with all the different kinds
of punk there is.

Let me just list a few
of the subdivisions--

punk,

hardcore,

emocore, queercore,

skate punk, surf punk,

straight edge, crust punk,
gutter punk, soccer punk,

steampunk, psychobilly,
horror punk,

folk punk, ska punk,
anarcho-punk, pop punk,

post-punk, proto-punk, oi,

trash punk,
Nazi punk--fuck off--

cowpunk, 2 Tone, art punk,
bandana thrash,

gypsy punk, Canadian hardcore--
ha ha!--

Celtic punk, Christian punk,

Krishnacore, glam punk,

Latino punk, street punk,
geek punk, Greek punk,

and freak punk,
just to name a few.

Lots to choose from.

Personally,
I like it all.

Bam.

No. That's impossible.

Ross doesn't hang
out in the streets.

Oh, he's with
this kid named Crash.

Fucking Crash.

He is a gutter punk,
isn't he?

No, no, no. He just liked
to hang out down there.

Dude, you know
what's crazy, man?

What's that?

One day, all
the snow caps

on those beautiful
mountains

are gonna be
gone, dude...

Beautiful
snowcaps.

and it's because
we did it, man.

Like, we
fucked it up.

We fucked up the planet
we live on.

I suppose.

Well, how's Mama Trish
doing, man?

She's well, thank you.
She's doing well.

The shop's
still open.

She'll appreciate you
having asked about her.

I'll let her know.

She'd probably spaz
if she found out

you were
drinking, man.

You seen
his mom's shop?

No. What is it?
Whoa.

Tell her what's in
the shop, brother.

It's a, um, fanciful
novelty shop, I suppose.

Dude, it's sick.

They got, like,
fucking two-headed cats,

like, stuffed animal--
like, not animals, but,

you know, like when
they kill shit...

Taxidermy, Crash.

Yeah. Taxidermy.

It's fucking
taxidermy.

I suppose growing up
in an oddities shop

was, um--
was tremendous.

Mom was great.

When I was a boy,

Mom had a great
business relationship

with a marvelous
taxidermist,

so we always had a lot
of pets around the house.

They were dead, but
we had a swan--Edmund.

The swan was dead.

Well, yeah.
It was stuffed...

Ha!

good listener,
good company,

and then we had
a, um, python

over the door frame.

Oh, fuck that.
No way.

Cordelia. She was sweet.
Mom got her.

Anyways, Ross wanted
to know about his dad,

and so we talked,
and after that,

he used to like
to come by the office

and ask for advice,
used to love

to hear stories about
his old man, huh, John?

You work
in an office?

I do work in an office,
and it's awesome.

Hmm.
Hey, this your shop?

Yeah.
I fucking love it.

Thanks. I don't
understand.

If Ross wanted to
talk about his dad,

he could've
just asked me.

Why is he
going to you?

When's the last time
you saw him?

Week ago.

He's been hooking up
with this chick,

which is weird because
he used to talk

a crazy story about
not falling in love,

and now--pbbt.

Why am I hearing about this
for the first time?

Yeah. I heard about
this girl, too.

What?

He's too proud
to tell you

about something
like that.

So I'm the only one
who doesn't know?

Ross has
a girlfriend?

Shelly--fuck.

What do you think
this little hussy did,

break his heart?

She dumped him.

Sound about right.

That little bitch.
I'm gonna kill her.

I never loved that girl.

Now, I know what
you're thinking.

You think I'm all screwed up
because of some girl,

but it is so much
bigger than that.

I have spent my whole
life under control.

I think I've earned the right
to have a little fun.

You know what I mean?

Damn straight,
brother.

Tony Randall

Mary Tyler Moore

Molly Ringwald

Rerun shows

Robotic nation

False history spit out

Another picture of a...

How old
is this car?

To bore me

Shit, man.

Damn it.

This is your
fault, Crash.

My fault? Why?
Ross wanted to come this way.

He's fucking
confused.

I hold you
responsible for him.

This is bullshit.
It's your car. Uh!

Hey, asshole!
What?

Don't touch my car,
you fucking troll.

Fine. What's
your problem, man?

I don't want you
touching my car.

What is it with you

and your fucking
car, anyway?

Any time someone
touches it,

you turn into
a seething bitch.

Not somebody,
just you.

See, you always
do this.

Crash, my car
is fucked.

All I wanted to do
is go to that show

and not play
wet nurse to you

and your fucking
faggot friend.

Look how it
worked out for me.

You're really uptight,
you know that?

Yeah. You're
a fucking child.

You know how
to fix this car?

Who's gonna pay
for that, you asshole?

Dickhead.
Fuck you!

Hey, fuck you.

I'll kick your ass,
girl or not.

Any time, Stretch.

Hey, Crash?

Sorry I'm
such a bitch.

Yeah. I know.

So what do we do
about the car?

Oh, hey!

Try it now.

Ha!

Go on, man.
Try it, man.

Ha! Yay!

Fuck, dude. Argh.

That's Brother Ross.

Fuck yeah.

And I know
you been there, too, yourself

Ha! Whoo!

Why do we want...

It's all wrong.

He should've
called by now.

What do you think?

I think
he'll be OK.

He's got a good head
on his shoulders.

So we're taking a break
from straight edge, huh?

I'm not straight edge.
I don't, um--

I don't run
with any crowds, really.

Um--

God, you really don't
know me, do you, Penny?

No. I don't, Ross.
I mean, nobody knows you.

You just act like you're
above all us punters.

Really?

Is--is that what
you guys think of me?

Oh, well, I mean--

That's--that's awful.
You think--

So I'm an arrogant person?

Ding, ding, ding.

Tell him what
he's won, Crash.

I mean, fuck that, man.
Ross is a cool fucker.

Don't listen
to Penny.

No. You know what?
I like the criticism.

It's good.
I'm gonna stop being aloof.

Let's give that man
a ride.

You want a ride?

Sure.
Thank you.

Thank
Lord Byron here.

Hello, Mr. Byron.
I am William.

Hello, William.
Actually, I'm Ross.

This young lady
is Penny,

and this gentleman here
is Crash.

Well, what are you
doing up here?

Are you
a mountaineer?

I am here to meet a man
for a pickup.

Yeah? What'd you
pick up?

Check this out,
man.

Holy shit, bro.

Ha ha! That's a lot.
That's a shit lot.

Fresh from the
fields of Wyoming.

How'd you grow
these dreads?

Wisdom.

Wisdom?

Just wisdom, man.

How you get them spikes
in your hair?

Soap.

Just soap?

Yeah. Just put it in
and let it dry.

Let me smell you.

Smell like soap.

Ha! That's right.

How you get your
hair to be so pink?

Dye.
Dye?

Yeah. Ha ha!

Smell like dye.

Ha ha ha!

Let me smell
your hair.

Ha ha!

Doesn't smell
like anything.

Ha ha ha!
Wisdom nice.

Wisdom
don't smell.

Oh, fantastic.
I'm really hungry.

You don't mind, do you?
Let's go.

Dude...

do you know what
you just ate?

Oh--oh, my God.

It's just mushrooms.

You don't buy that kind
at the grocery market, man.

Can he O.D.?
Should we just do

something
about this?

No. Him won't die,

but him will fly.

That is for sure.

But I feel
totally normal.

What?

I mean, give it,
like, 10 minutes.

You'll definitely
notice something.

Just make him throw
it up, you know?

Really?

Guys, you know what?

I really feel fine, OK?

And your perspective's
your perspective,

and, like, if you had
my perspective,

it wouldn't make any sense
because I've got a perspective,

and you've got a perspective,
and Penny's got a perspective,

and William has a--
certainly has

his own perspective.
Wait, wait, wait.

So how can you see
something

from my perspective
if you don't know

what my perspective
is--even is

because you have
your own perspective?

I can fly!

People should
sell this stuff.

You'd make a fortune.

I get to drink.
a beer. Ha ha.

Why not?

See, Ross doesn't drink.

Oh, no. No!

He doesn't do
any of that.

This is his first day.

Look. There's
an elephant!

That's not letters,
that's not letters.

Yeah. That's not letters.
That's not lett--

Shit. It...

My finger's so much
bigger than yours.

Can I drive?
Can you teach me
how to drive?

I feel funny.

We're all mammals.

We're fucking mammals.

It's like there's
worms or something.

What the fuck do
these things do?

I don't have any
hair on my chest.

I feel like stuff's
moving too much.

I need to go
hold my breath.

Stop. Aw, fuck it, dude.

Do you remember--
do you remember

when you said that
you're straight curious?

I--I'm curious.

What does that
even mean?

I like you, Ross.

Yeah. I like you
so much.

Your thing is

a different color
from your hair.

I feel happy.

I don't think I
made the Earth.

Hope you guys are
having a great time.

I am!

When's Penny get
some drugs, huh?

Travel first
and lead towards this time

I'm a terrible mother.

No, you're not.

I am.

I don't even know
who my own son is.

Look at me.

I'm a freak.

I go to the PTA meetings,
and the other mothers,

they just--they just
stare at me like I'm...

scum.

You can't change
who you are.

Yes, I can.

I don't have
to be a freak.

You're not a freak.

Thank you, Thor.

She's upset.

Of course I'm upset.

I thought I knew
who my son was,

but Jesus
on the fucking cross--

Jesus can keep
the cross to himself.

John.

Shh.

I'm worried.

I'm worried, too.

Not Ross.

I'm worried
about you.

What's that
supposed to mean?

I knew that at some point
this would happen.

What? What would happen?

You guys are
completely useless.

You're just--

Ross is out there,
suffering,

possibly even dying,

and you're just
here laying

all this s-h-i-t
on Trish!

Instead
of standing around,

slandering the name
of Heavenly Father,

why don't you go out
and do something?

You adults are
completely useless!

Give me the phone,
give the phone!

Give me
the fucking phone!

Dearly Departed.

Oh! Eddie, hi.

OK, OK.
Let's, uh, stop for a second.

I think we need
a smoke break.

In fact, I think all movies
should have smoke breaks.

You know one of the best parts
about being dead?

Nobody can tell you
that smoking will kill you.

OK. We're back!

So this guy Eddie,

he used to hang out with us
back in the day,

mostly because he didn't
fit in with anyone else.

He was sort of one of these
old-fashioned playboy types,

really good-looking,

the ladies loved him,

he loved the ladies.

So what does a guy like that
do with such talents?

He sells it.

Burlesque club!

But this wasn't like one
of these seedy clubs.

Nooo. This was hip.

It was even considered art,

like Lower Manhattan art.

He was the new Don Juan,

the Salt Lake City Hugh Hefner.

Guys, thank you
so much for coming.

It's great to see you.
Thank you so much. Please.

That's not how he made
his money, though.

No. He took the whole thing,
and he put it into space--

girlsofpunkburlesque.com!

But, you know, it wasn't
like a porno site or anything.

It was more of a--
a tease kind of thing,

you know, fancy girls
with flashy curls.

No. He hasn't
called me either.

Trish, just stay ca--

just try and stay calm.

Where's he gonna go?

Listen. Listen.
I'm practically there.

I'll come by
and pick you up,

and we'll go look
for him, OK?

Please. It's fine.
I'm like his uncle.

I don't know why
we're doing this.

Snap out of it, man.

We're in a fucking
bowling alley, man!

You're all right.
Come on. Shake it off.

Shake it off.

Try this gum.
Try the gum.

Try the gum.

This gum tastes
so good.

What the fuck
are you doing, man?

Heh heh heh.

Ross.

Ross.

Hey, Ross!

Yeah. What? What?

Where are we?

We're
at a gas station.

Dude, you definitely
checked out.

Yeah. It's nice to
have you back.

I don't understand.

Well, I mean, you
haven't said a word

in, like, an hour.

You didn't even say
bye to William.

Oh, no!

He's--I like that guy.

We were worried
for a bit.

I'm--I'm good. I'm...

I'm very fine.

Hey!

Shit.

What's wrong?

Just everything.

Where the hell
you been?

Who is that?

Hey, Dad.

I asked you
a question.

Just crashing
at a friend's.

Have you been
drinking?

Have you?!

Slutting around with
your faggot friends,

drinking and driving!

Yeah.

Gah!
Unh!

Holy shit!

Sir, that's
really not--

Mind your fucking business!

Hey. Um, Penny,
I'm sorry about your da--

Hey. Um, pretty boy,
when you produce

a living father, you can
talk to me about mine,

so shut the fuck up!

What the?

Get off the car!

Get the fuck
off my car!

Fuck you, Dad!
I hate you!

Get down here
now, you bitch!

Fuck you!
Fuck you!

Goddamn it! What I'd tell
you about getting up on my car?

I hate you, Dad!
Fuck you!

Goddamn it! Get down
here now, you little bitch!

Fuck you! Fuck you!
Stop it! Stop it now!

I hate you!
I hate you!

I hate you, Dad!

You little bitch,
get the fuck down!

Get off my--

You'll be jerking
yourself off

from now on, you fuck!

All the young dudes

Hey, dudes

Carry the news

Where are you?

Boogaloo dudes

Stand up

Carry the news

Ha ha ha!

All the young dudes

I want to hear you

Carry the news

I want to see you

Boogaloo dudes

And I want to relate
to you

Carry the news

Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm perfect.

All the young dudes

What dudes?

Carry the news

Ross, um...

Yeah?

Carry the news

Well...

I'm really sorry
about what I said back there.

I think I'm
in love with you.

Fuck off, faggot.

Now you all
his friends

All the young dudes

Now you bring
him down

'Cause I want him

Carry the news

Come on, mama

Boogaloo dudes

I want him
right here

Bring him, come on

You here? OK. Good.

Eddie's out front.

We're gonna look for Ross
if you guys want to come.

Yeah, I want to go.
I'm gonna go.

Figured.

Hey. Who--who's
Eddie?

Um, you don't know him.

He's a good guy.

Goodish.

Behave.

You know, I--I might
know where Ross is.

What?

I mean--I mean, I might
know where he's going.

What?!

There's the stage.

Everybody's here.

Everybody's excited.

All we need now
is a band!

My right
to say what I want

And think the way
I want to think

My right
I want to speak my mind

My right to yell,
my right to speak

My right
No one's ever gonna

Tell me what
I have to do

I'll live my life
the way I want

I don't care
about your little world

And I can't believe

You're telling me
what's good for me

How do you know what's good?

And I can't believe

You're telling me
what to believe

Get away from me

My right

We're popping your
cherry tonight!

What do you think
of all these losers, huh?

Heh.

Is it over here?

Wait, Ross!

Didn't think
I'd see you here.

Figured you'd be home
writing some poetry.

Jerry...

I miss you
so much, man.

I'm serious.

It's good to see you.

Wait. Are--
you're buzzed!

Yes, Jerry.
I'm buzzed.

Jerry! The Fucking
bomb, man!

No way!
What's up, dude?

You ready to fucking
rock, son, or what, man?

OK. OK.

Punk rock has more rules
than any other kind

of music in the world...

and I can never
keep them straight,

so I say, "Fuck you."

You make things miserable
every day

You make me sick
with the things you say

You stand for the anthem
at the old ball game

And your Pledge of Allegiance
is so fucking lame

This kind of freedom
is perfect for you

As long as you can get away
with what you do

But what you do is
in such bad taste

It's your fault the media
is such a waste

Be a good American
Fuck off

Be a good American
Go to war

Be a God-fearing citizen
And kill someone or

Kill yourself

Dude, drop your
fucking nuts, man,

and get in there!

I want to get
in there!

OK!

Dog eat dog,
boy eat girl

I'm the Duke
of fuckin' Earl

Let's fuck

Come on now, let's fuck

Whaa, yeah, come on

Old enough to bleed,
old enough to breed

Old enough to pee,
then she's old enough for me

Let's fuck

Whoo

Let's fuck

Let's fuck

Let's fuck, let's fuck

Fuck

Rock

Yeah

Stop my cock from running
wild in the street

Stop me now, or else just
turn the other cheek

I can't be tamed,
I will remain

Unrepentant,
and I'll never feel ashamed

Now stop me

You're not done,
you asshole.

Fun?
Fun!

This is awesome, baby!
Whoo!

Get out there,
you overly emotional,

suit-wearing, jackass-
looking son of a bitch!

Stop the pain and all
the madness and the hate

Stop the Earth from fucking,
mutilate, and rape

I can't control,
must have hope

'Cause that's the one
easy elixir of the soul

Girl, stop me

Before I fuck again

Stop me

I'm gonna fuck again

Stop me

Ow

I am the Jesus Christ
of sin and vice

I am the Jesus Christ
of sin and vice

I am the Jesus Christ
of sin and vice

The Jesus Christ
of sin and vice

I am the Jesus Christ
of sin and vice

So Eddie, right?

That's right, Sean.

I'm glad you remembered.

Yeah, I remember you.

You used to like to fuck
every chick in town.

Sean.

I'm sorry, Trish.

It's OK.

I didn't fuck
every chick in town,

but I dated
a few ladies.

Hmm.

So now you're, like,
a rich guy or something?

Yeah, I have some money.
I can't complain.

I see.

How'd you make
your money?

Well, Sean,

I worked hard for it.

Hmm.

Say, Eddie, don't
you have one of those

chick-based web sites?

You know, Sean,
we're Eddie's guests here.

I don't think that's--

Trish, it's fine.

It's fine.
It's fine.

Yes. Among other things,

I have a web-based...
company.

Right, but it's got
chicks, right?

It does
feature women, yes.

It's like
a sex thing?

It's like a...
flirt thing.

Ahh. A flirt thing.

So basically--ahem--

you make a living,

you even got a limo,

this fucking
beautiful stretch job,

by, uh, working
really hard

exploiting women

like a fucking pimp.

You son of a bitch!

Come on, hot shot.
Bring it,

you fucking parasite!

OK, guys, guys, guys.

I--uh, I'm really sorry.

You know what, Trish?
It's fine.

It's fine.

I've heard this
kind of thing before.

Sorry, Trish.

You fucking, bleeding heart,
lefty drug addict!

Do you have any idea how
much money I pay in taxes?

What the fuck
does that even mean?

I pay taxes, too,
jackass!

You have no idea what
it means to pay taxes--

Raaaah!

You're right, John.
Sorry, Eddie.

It's fine.

Salt Lake City,
where even the little
punker girls are cute.

Yeah. Yeah.

There's one for everyone

Everything you've done
for me

And nothing in between

We live in infamy,
uncontrollably, baby

See the centerpiece

Fuck the world,
I will deny you

I will deny, atomizing,
terrorizing, mesmerizing

Fuck the world,
I will deny you

I will deny,
we will deny

There's room for everyone

It's time to have
some fun with me

Man from Galilee

No time for chastity

That now would
have to be my dream

Bleeds the Nazarene

Quite a scene

Fuck the world,
I will deny you

I will deny, atomizing,
terrorizing, mesmerizing

Fuck the world,
I will deny you

I will deny-y-y-y

That was
interesting!

Yeah!
Pretty interesting.

Jesus, Ross.

You are a strange dude.

Penny, let me
ask you.

Could you be
straight curious

with a guy like me?

Like you?

All right. Me?

It's not gonna
happen, Ross.

OK.

I understand.

Jeez. This whole thing.

I mean, you are drunk,

and you're ripe
for the rebound.

No. I completely
understand.

I have no issue
with that.

I get it.

Honestly, I--I'm just
not interested.

I mean, you're--
you're not--

I'm not what?
Punk, right?

The--the spooky kid,
goth dandy.

I get it.

No. You--you are not
a one-night stand, Ross.

What do you mean?

I mean, you're
the kind of guy

I could fall
in love with.

You are
a fucking keeper,

and...I'm just not ready
for that kind of shit.

Should have,
but who really cares?

I sit here and wonder
if we are sharing

A different world

And all these making
emotions whirling

Around me swirl

Ooh, yeah!

Yeah! my two
favorite people
getting busy.

Fuck, yeah!

Hey. Hey. Ross, come on.
Penny's a girl. I know.

All you deviant emotions
making the channels twirl

I'm in love
with everybody's girl

Everybody's girl,
rock and roll

Ba ba ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba
ba ba

Ba ba ba ba

I come to you

On a bright,
Sunny morning

All happy to

See you

You turn around,
I look at your eyes

They're staring
me down like a hawk

In the sky

You're
staring me down

Ba ba ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba ba

So, Sean, do you
really think Ross

Is gonna be
at this concert,

this--this
punk concert?

Yes.

Ross is with Crash.
It's a big show.

It's where they'd go.
It's where I'd go.

Yeah, because I just--
I can't imagine

Ross at a punk concert.

Can you?
No.

No, I can't.

So my son made it to a punk show.

It's amazing.
I used to go to these shows

all the time back
when I was alive,

but, dude, they were
never this big, never enough.

If you come to this place,
you are welcome.

Here, you will find the freaks,
the nuts, the outsiders,

And they aren't just kids.

All ages of weirdoes are here,

all of these people engaged

in what looks like
meaningless chaos,

but in this chaos,
these people lose themselves.

Look at Ross.
Even he is no longer himself.

He has forgotten himself.

That is what I miss
about life.

All these people are engaged
through the bands,

and the bands have
a contract with the people.

They all--all of them
in this night,

in this moment

don't have a care in the world.

They aren't concerned
with doomsday, money,

jobs, relationships,
abuse, bullies,

rapists, murderers, whatever.

They care about nothing.

For now, they are immortal.

Behold the gods,
and different from me,

they are alive,
the living gods.

Walk

In silence

Don't turn away-ay-ay

In silence

Bring that
fucking beat back.

Bring that motherfucking
beat back.

Not some of it,
not part of it.

Bring the whole
motherfucker back.

Hey. Here we go.

Go!

Ignorance and jealousy
don't mean much to me

Ignorance and jealousy
don't mean much to me

Ignorance and jealousy
don't mean much

To meeeee

Fuck

Hey, hey

Another damn day,
fuck, here I come

Another damn day,
fuck, here I come

Another damn day,
fuck, here I come

You don't fuck the truth!
The truth fucks you!

Just with the drums--
just drums for a second.

Shh. Hey.

I just have a few words
I'd like to say.

Told you we shouldn't
have done this again.

Fucking hell.

No, no. You guys are
doing fucking phenomenal.

You're gonna--we'll bring
the beat back in a second.

Hey.

I just--I just
want to say something.

Look.

I don't care.
You guys, I don't care

that you're all
a fucking Petri dish

of sweaty redneck,
crusty punks,

fucking slaves
to an outdated music genre.

No offense.

I don't care that you're
obsessed with your uniforms

and your fucking hair
because to me

you guys are all
so beautiful,

and I would fuck all
of you right now.

You people are
my bitches.

Am I right?

Like, you're my bitches.

Jerry. Fucking Jerry.

Oh, fuck!

Get off him!

Hey, Ross.
You OK, man?

Crash, I think
I messed up!

Why did you say
that, dude?

That was so fucking stupid.

Yeah!
Beat that ass!

Tell my mother
that I love her!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Hey, Sean.
Hey.

Your mom is outside.

My mom's outside?

In the car.
Come on.

Excuse me.

Yoowwww!

This is my ode to dope

Come on, baby,
it's time to go

Morrison said,
"Baby, light my fire"

Well, I said,
"I want to get higher"

Yeah, one joint,
one joint to go

Come on, girl...

Duh. I mean.
Oh, my God.

Is this your car?

It is.

It's beautiful.

Oh, my God. Ross, what
is going on with you?

You are such a mess.

It's all good, Mom.
It's all good.

It's not good.
It's the opposite of good.

Why would you
say that?

Look at you.

I can explain,
all right?

Did you do this
to him?

Whoa, Mom, Mom,
Penny didn't do this.

I did it.
I did this.

Look at me,
look at me.

I need you to see me.
This is who I am.

It's OK.

You know what happened
to your father.

What am I supposed to think
when I see you like this?

Fuck my father.
Jesus Christ, Mom.

He was some stupid punk
who O.D.ed

a hundred years ago.

Fuck him!
Hey!

Walk it off.
It's all right.

Hey. I'm not
your dead boyfriend, OK?

I just--I don't
underst--

I'm not coming home.

Enough.

I don't understand.

Hey. I think I do.

What do you underst--

Just--just--just
listen to me.

What?
Hey, hey, hey.

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Ross had to fill Bob's
shoes his entire life.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

You thought he was dead
the moment you heard

he was drinking.

Come on. Let Ross
be a kid.

Let Bob go.

I can't.

Yeah, you can.

No, I can't.
Yes, you can.

Sean, he left me.

He left me alone
with a kid.

I want to let him go,
but I'm just

so fucking mad at him.

Hey, hey. Come here.
Come here.

Listen to me.
You listening?

It's gonna be OK.

All right?

How do you know?
Because I know.

I know. Look at me.
Look at me.

Yeah.

I know.

It's gonna be OK.

Hey, Trish.

Everything OK
in your world?

Yeah.

Well, at least
she's good to him.

What was that?

That girl with Ross.

She seems
protective.

Yeah, yeah.
Cute couple.

I'm sorry.

I don't like it
when you cry.

You know, you
really are a mess,

and it's gonna be worse
tomorrow because you're

gonna have, like, a headache.
Am I?

Hey, John.

I've been meaning
to ask you this.

What do you black metal guys
have against Jesus?

I don't have anything
against Jesus.

I just don't like
his fan club.

Is this blood?

Yeah. I don't know if
it's mine, though.

Hey! Look who it is!
Ross' mom!

Yeah. Oh, God!

Hey!
Hi.

Good to see you!
Yeah.

What a gem.
Yes.

It's good
to see you.

And, Sean. I saw you
out there, man.

Yes!
How you doing?

How's corruption
in the Capitol?

It's Good, man. I mean,
it's corrupt as ever.

How's the show?

Ho ho ho! Today was
off the hook, man!

And Ross--oh--Ross...

is a madman!

It's my mom,
so...

It's
a god-awful small affair

Well, hey, man.
Let's ditch the old people

and go get something
to eat.

I guess.
No disrespect.

Good idea, punk boy.

And her daddy has
told her to go

But her friend is
nowhere to be seen

Now she walks
through her sunken dream

To the seats
with the clearest view

And she's hooked
to the silver screen

How great!

Everyone's letting go,

healing and feeling
and living and loving

and all that shit,

but you know what?

In the end of the day,

I'm still dead...

so fuck you!

Sailors fighting
in the dance hall

Oh, man, look
at those cavemen go

There isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you

Except the one thing
that you want me to

We went across
the mighty Rio Grande

And saw Disneyland
and the sea

You and me

But there's one thing
I'll never do

Not even for you,
not even for you

Not even for you

I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

I'm not
going to Salt Lake City

I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

There isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you

Except to walk
among the Osmond crew

I know you're planning
for a latter day

And you can't betray
what you know in Provo

But there's one less town
on the globe

And if you must go there,
you're going alone

Not even for you

Not even for you

Not even for you

I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

Even if they tell me
I can stay

Even if they
resurrect my brain

I don't want to go there

I don't want to
go insane

I'm not pure,
and I'm not pretty

And I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

I'm not living
in "Hello Kitty"

And I'm not going
to Salt Lake City

I'm not

Oh, no, I'm not

Yeah, yeah,
well, I'm not

Oh, no, I'm not

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

Ohh

Ohh, ohh

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

And he's going insane

He's lost control

Ohh

Ohh, oh, ohh

He's lost control

He's lost control
of his brain

He's lost control
of his brain

He's lost control
of his brain

He's lost control
of his brain

Ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh