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Looks like solitary confinement up there, man.

You need to get some plants or something.

It's actually depressing.

Hey, I appreciate the car, T.

Yeah. No problem, man. Happy to help.

Not gonna lie, T. You look old as hell, man.

Y'all look about the same.

I think that's everything.

Do I still have to pay for food

if you guys hardly helped at all?

-Duh. -That's crazy.

The way I know you're not joking.

No, no. I give you rats.

That is an auto-lock first-round draft pick.

But it is hawks in the two slot.

Dude, that's an atrocious pick. That's terrible.

You could kill a hawk with your bare hands.

Dude, you could not take a fucking hawk, okay?

That is a bird of prey. It would carve your ass up.

You, uh, you got work lined up?

Uh, no. I'm still trying to get my shit figured out.

Every every bird has brittle fucking paper bones.

There is not a bird on earth

that could survive a human uppercut.

There is a position that I'm looking at for an internship.

-It would push your shit in. -Hawks are a terrible pick.

It's gun guy in the two. It's for sure.

No. That's... Day, you got to back me up.

-You got to back me up. -What am I backing up?

Fifty hawks, dude with a gun, five gorillas, 10,000 rats.

You're gonna pick two to defend you,

and you're gonna pick two to hunt you.

This is really what y'all talk about now?

-I guess. -Tyler, get in here. Just...

Help me out. Can you please settle this?

What's my options again?

All right, you got 50 hawks, 10,000 rats,

five gorillas, and a guy with a gun.

So you're gonna pick two to defend you and two to hunt you.

So if you're stupid and pick, like, let's say,

hawks and gorillas, 10,000 rats -

Oh, my God. Is this the first-day-of-work fit?

-You're wearing a tie to work? -I love this.

-This is genuinely amazing. -First Communion drip.

-Yes. -I look funny.

-You look so funny. -That is what I just said.

Oh! And look at the little briefcase.

It's normal. It's a normal-sized satchel.

It's significantly smaller than most briefcases.

Hey, man, I think you look spiffy.

And I think that gun guy would take hawks all day.

No. Okay. You keep saying that gun guy just, like, takes hawks.

But who... Okay. Who's gun guy? You have to define gun guy.

Just assume he's the aggregate human.

-He's, like, the average man. -Okay. What kind of gun?

Hunting rifle.

Okay. So he's like a... So he's a hunter?

No. He's the average. He's the average man.

Okay. Then what - Who is the average man?

-Probably... -Dude.

A Chinese guy in a... coal mine.

-Okay. -Like a... Staples.

Yeah. See, neither one of those guys is taking 50 hawks.

-You're delusional. -He's not charging you head on.

-He can wait you out. -Can I give the gorillas guns

and then have like five gun guys?

-Let's go. Valid. -Come on.

-Valid point. Valid point. -I'm taking it serious.

That's my genuine response to that.

-Hey, where am I at? -Oh, like where do you spawn?

-Good question. -No, dude.

Where am I going right now?

Uh, right in three miles -

unless we're picking up more stuff for his place.

No, thank you. Next question.

James, your apartment is literally four gray walls.

Yeah, dude. It feels like the Unabomber's cabin.

You don't even have a table.

Can you be excited about one thing, like, just for once?

Like, I wish I had my own place to decorate.

-Where you headed, Day? -Uh, home for now.

Got to get on my ZipRecruiter grind, I guess.

-What'd you study again? -Graphic design.

The backbone of the economy.

You know, you could always go into prospecting.

-I heard gold is huge right now. -Look at that.

Always got something to say, right?

-Always got to input something. -Okay. Fine.

-That two cents... -I don't need to decorate.

It'll be months before I even see my co-workers

as, like, sentient beings, much less invite them over

to see my rug or duvet or bullshit.

Fish, I was surprised you and James didn't move in together.

-Unh. -Oh. I...

I don't know if that would work.

Oh. Holy shit. Tyler, you never answered the question.

Okay. I'll tell you what.

If it ends this conversation, I guess I'll go...

-hawks and gorillas. -Yep. Tyler in clutch.

Tyler in clutch. Air superiority.

I could take 50 hawks, no problem.

James, you cannot take 50 hawks. You simply cannot.

Oh, but you can train gorillas and give them rifles?

-That's not too far? -As a matter of fact, I could.

Who's the... that monkey-loving lady?

-June... -Jane Goodall.

-Jane Goodall, dude. -Jane Goodall. Jane Goodall.

Jane Goodall did not do that. She did not do that.

Yes, she did.

Biggest Nobel snub of all time, though.

-She didn't win the Nobel Prize? -Mnh-mnh.

-Damn. -Okay. Fine. Conversation over.

I could, though, for the record.

There's no record, actually. Yeah. Literally no record.

Oh, right here, T.

That Jane pull was crazy.

I know, right?

You sure about this turn, Day?

Uh, yeah. Just says go straight from here.

What about you, Tyler? How are you doing, man?

How's the... How's the real world treating you?

I mean, the HVAC work's pretty steady,

but, uh, I'll tell you one thing.

I ain't talked about gorillas

and rats and shit in quite a while.

Do you no longer meet the day with glee, Tyler?

Wait. Does your spirit no longer yearn for adventure?

Okay, Satchel. What's your big plan?

What, are you still figuring it out?

I mean, a network engineer's starting salary is 70K.

Five to seven years, I'll scale to 150.

Make safe investments,

move to some random fuck city like Milwaukee,

settle down with my best option,

get into pottery or some bullshit,

then shovel wasted potential on my first kid,

have a second with some sort of physical deformity

because, you know, aging sperm count.

I love how in your made-up, horrible life,

you still make six figures and have a loving family.

You know, I think I'd like to be put into some sort of, like,

-medically induced coma... -Jesus Christ.

Hooked up to, like, serotonin-oxy cocktails

that are released via... big, fun buttons I press.

-So that's the plan, huh? -No offense, T.

Real life seems like it sucks... ass.

No offense.

I mean, sometimes it does, dude.

I mean, it can't be all bad.

How are things with you and Hannah?

Wait. T, you had a thing?

Actually, Day, we, uh... we split up a few months ago.

Oh, shit, man. What happened?

Oh, you know.

-I'd rather not get personal. -Tyler, I'm begging you.

I'm on my hands and knees begging you, Tyler.

Please.

I met Hannah when I was on leave from base.

We were seeing each other about five months,

and she asked me to get serious.

You know, at first I thought, it could be a thing, you know?

I liked the chick, and she liked me, too.

But she wanted me to...

-She wanted me to... -She what?

What?

She wanted to meet up... and pick pumpkins.

What?

Like, she wanted me to drive three hours up to meet her

and pick pumpkins together.

I know. So what?

I mean, y'all asked why it didn't work out.

Are... Are you joking?

-No... No fucking way. -I thought you liked her!

I don't know, man.

She wanted to pick fucking pumpkins, man.

She wanted to go to an apple yard,

vineyard, fall-activity bullshit.

That's what ended your relationship with a human being?

It wasn't just a goddamn pumpkins, man.

-It was the three-hour drive up. -No. No, no.

Man, fuck y'all, you know?

Like, I'm ready to settle down, you know?

I'm not trying to bullshit, like...

You're ready to settle down, Tyler?

Well, what the fuck else am I gonna do?

Well, I'm sorry you had that, you know, happen to yourself.

It's all good, man. I mean, she moved on.

I'll move on too.

Tyler, I'll tell you one thing, though.

What?

That new guy she's with is definitely someone

picking fucking pumpkins with her right now.

-Goddamn right. -You know,

I actually took a girl to a pumpkin patch once,

- and it was a fantastic time, - Fisher, no offense.

You're exactly the kind of guy to be at some apple, vineyard,

pumpkin patch, whatever the fuck, with your soul mate.

-Probably wearing corduroy. -Dude, no.

You're just fucking on me today.

Like, how is that even offensive

that I-I'm somewhat agreeable or...

Hey, I'm sorry. Where's this turn at? Did I miss it?

Uh, no.

It just says go straight from here.

No, we should be on the goddamn highway by now, man.

-Something's wrong. -Sorry.

Did James distract you? Are we fucking lost?

It says go straight, man.

Nah. I'm gonna hit a youie.

Dude, it says go straight.

Nah.

Yo. You good?

What is this?

I'm sorry for ragging on you earlier.

Is this self-awareness?

I wasn't apologizing; I was just acknowledging

-that I was ragging. -Okay. Yeah.

There it goes. Buh-bye.

Why are you so jumpy today?

It feels like you're, like, break-dance fighting right now.

Yo, T. You good?

I went past this motherfucker, man.

-Yo, T. Slow down. -I didn't pass a goddamn turn.

-Oh, shit! -Fuck!

-Aah. -You good?

Yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine. Is everybody okay?

-I'm fine. -Oh, my God.

Wait. Did - Did we miss the turn?

Sorry. I d... I didn't see it coming.

Listen, Tyler. Fuck maps.

If there's a dead end, we passed by our entrance on the way back.

-Did we miss it twice? -It's fine. We missed a turn.

-Let's just turn back. -I didn't miss a turn.

Yeah you did.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

No. I didn't.

Guys, it's fine.

We missed the fucking turn. No problem.

How else would we have hit a dead end?

This is where we came in at.

Dude, what the... what the fuck are you talking about?

What?

I didn't miss a fucking turn.

Tyler.

-Yo. -Tyler.

-Yo. -T!

Yo, get back in the car, man.

Okay.

Dude, why are you pressing him?

I'm not pressing him.

-Yes, you are. -No, I'm not.

You made it serious, man.

Is vehicular manslaughter not serious?

Yeah, but you're just, like, being a dick about it.

Okay. My chest hurts. I'm getting out.

-You're first mad. -No, you're first mad.

Are you done with your temper tantrum yet?

-I want to leave. -Give him a sec.

I don't know why he's so on tonight.

You know he's only acting like that 'cause Tyler's here.

He hasn't seen him in so long.

Bro's putting on the performance of a lifetime.

And he's not gonna admit it, but he's for sure gonna miss us.

Yeah.

What?

Dude, I don't know.

I feel like we did only turn just once.

What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

Let me in! Please!

Please let me in! Please!

-Help me! -Fisher! Fisher!

Aah!

Wait! Wait!

Get off me!

-Day! -Holy fuck!

Fisher! Fisher, talk to me.

Fisher!

Fisher, talk to me! Are you okay?

Fuck! Fuck!

James, we got to stop the bleeding, man.

Get something out of the fucking back!

Here. Here. Here.

Get off this fucking road right now!

-Get off this fucking road! -What the fuck was that?!

-A fucking group carjacking?! -No, no. They weren't a team.

They were attacking each other.

-They didn't attack me. -They didn't attack you?!

-What the fuck are you saying?! -They wanted the car.

Clearly they didn't want to be where the fuck we are right now!

They were all running from something.

They were fucking scared! Why were they fucking scared?!

Why the fuck did they want the car?!

List out what just happened.

List out what we know, okay? There was people in the woods.

-They want the car. What else? -Guys... Guys, the road!

I never made a turn once I got on this road.

That's the fucking way we came in.

That's our entrance, I promise.

So those trees just fucking appeared?!

So the trees just fucking appeared?!

That's what you're fucking saying?!

-Where's this fucking turn at? -I got nothing.

It hurts fucking bad, dude.

May... Maybe it was a drug den.

Or maybe they were, like, escapees.

Maybe they were just waiting for other cars.

Gas is at a quarter tank.

Hey, Tyler? T-Tyler, it's bleeding, man.

It's fucking... It's bleeding again. I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -All right.

Let's stop and get our bearings straight.

I can tie this tighter.

Let me see it.

You're gonna be all right, man.

-Hey. Hey. -It hurts.

Calm down, bro. You'll be all right.

-Hey. It's just a fucking cut. -You okay?

My chest is, like, throbbing.

-It's better. -You good? How's that?

-Tighten it. -You good?

-Yeah. -Is that too tight?

No. It's okay.

What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

What the fuck? What the fuck?

What the fuck?

How?!

We were driving - We were driving...

Maybe we just didn't drive far enough away.

They came from the side. They came from the fucking side.

It doesn't matter where they came from.

Got to keep driving anyways.

Just look out for the turn.

We don't know where we are right now.

Hey, T.

Is your gas meter broken?

Wasn't yesterday.

It's bright enough we can see in the woods.

Day, if you want to pull over, I'll drive.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Hey. Wait, wait wait. Maybe...

Maybe don't turn the car off.

Don't.

James, pop the hood.

You guys hear anything?

Still no signal.

Dude, I don't know of any roads that drive for six hours

with no turns.

I don't know how or what, but -

I know. This car shouldn't be running.

Fish?

Guys!

Hey. Everybody, get in the car.

But...

What... What the fuck is...

What the fuck is this place?

Um...

Yeah, this is not, uh, this is not real life anymore.

No. This... I mean, look.

The people, the dead end, the... the gas -

-the fucking car still working. -What the fuck are you saying?

-What the fuck are you saying? -James...

My brain immediately goes to some sort of, like, lucid dream.

But I-I've never done that. Let's just start from the top.

I mean, w-what were we doing? We were... We were unpacking.

And then... And then we were just talking,

and then we hit this dead end, so, you know,

like, maybe we crashed... you know, the driving, the road.

Maybe you keep doing what you were doing when you died.

I did not kill us. Don't put that shit on me.

I am not saying that you killed us.

-I'm saying that you crashed. -James, do not blame him.

Don't fucking blame him, okay? We never crashed.

I'm not mad if he killed us. I'm just trying to process.

Saying we're dead is not processing.

-It kind of is now. -Guys.

-This is not real life. -Okay, so then -

How does that change our situation?

I don't know, which is why I'm trying to talk about it!

Stop fucking yelling at me! I'm gonna freak out.

We need a practical answer, man.

We don't need to be worried about what caused this.

I am being practical.

What the fuck else is there to do besides drive?

If there are still people in the woods, every time we stop,

someone needs to sleep so we can take shifts.

Just... We cannot stop moving.

I'm good to keep going.

I got more hours in me.

If we do stop, we don't turn the car off.

Do not touch the key.

Pull over, swap, get back in, go.

Okay. Okay. Look.

W-We're not in the right state of mind

to be dealing with this right now,

so, um, keep driving for the rest of the day...

while we can still look for an exit.

And then, um...

Dude, I...

I...

I can't sleep.

I can't... I can't fucking sleep, dude.

Like, I can't... I can't turn my fucking brain off.

I can't fucking sleep either. It's like I'm not even...

I'm not even tired.

Twenty-four hours later, and I'm not...

I'm not even hungry.

Yeah. I'm sorry, guys, but there's no...

there's no turn coming.

James, you really think we're dead?

I mean, it's definitely... on the table. Yeah.

You seem to be handling it pretty well.

It's just this...

forever, you know?

Why the fuck would this be the afterlife?

I mean, it doesn't have to be the afterlife, you know?

It could be...

You know, it could be anything.

-Like what? -I don't know.

Like, a drug trip or, like, a...

wormhole or, like a, you know, ancient curse we triggered.

You think we might've caused this?

Like, something - Like, something we did?

I mean, look, not to... not to point fingers,

but did anyone do anything horrible recently?

You know, something, like, evil that would curse us?

No?

No one wants to confess that they, like, drunk-drove

and hit a small child,

like this is some ironic driving punishment?

Tyler?

Question was sort of positioned at you.

Fuck off.

I haven't done anything to deserve this.

-Dude, none of us have. -Okay. Fine.

Any other guesses? Seriously.

Group brainstorm here. Anything goes.

I don't know. I was kind of thinking this felt like...

like maybe purgatory.

Okay. Purgatory. So let's start there.

How do you escape purgatory?

I don't know.

It feels like you have to... You have to, like, f...

like, repent or something or - or you'd have to be judged.

I can't remember. I can't remember.

Shit. I fucking...

F-Fuck, man. I never -

I never should've told my mom I wasn't religious anymore.

This is fucking me up, dude.

If she thought that I was dead,

she would genuinely believe that I am in hell.

-Fish, no. -It would ruin her fucking life.

We don't even know that we're dead yet.

So they wouldn't think that. They just think we're...

I don't know. Missing.

We might actually be in hell,

so you could... you can give your parents,

you know, some props.

You are un-fucking-believable.

Do you guys think we deserve this?

No. Personally, no.

I mean, I'm not perfect,

but this definitely seems like overkill.

Okay. I might have, you know, a sin.

Fuck.

You know, school was getting too much on top of work,

which felt fucking pointless

'cause I had to go back home for my little sister anyway, but...

may have tried to, you know, kill myself.

Day.

Okay. Can we, like, fucking relax?

James, is this not what you wanted to talk about?

Why didn't... Why didn't you tell us? That's insane.

I don't fucking know, Fish. It w...

You would've just tried to tell my parents,

and James would've just tried to fucking philosophy me

-or weaponize it. -Hey, whoa. What the fuck?

I only brought it up 'cause I thought maybe we'd all done it.

Like, maybe that's why we're here.

-Well, fuck me, then, I guess. -No. Day, you don't have to -

-Don't say that. -Ah, it's fine.

Actually, emotional catharsis or sharing secrets -

That's a great idea.

Is anyone here carrying a big weight,

you know, something that's maybe specifically between us?

Tyler?

I mean, you seem like you got, you know, something going on.

I'm the most well-adjusted person in the vehicle.

No offense, Day.

None taken. Agreed.

I mean, it was nice getting to see y'all again, and...

No, I don't think I did anything

that would've caused us to end up here.

But I don't think worrying about if I did or not

is gonna change anything either.

I mean, this is... this is above us.

But you never killed anyone, right?

I never fucking deployed, man.

James, you don't think there's anything that youmight've done?

I mean, maybe I took my life for granted

or I didn't commit to the right deity, but...

Fish, you are genuinely my best friend.

Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you last year.

Tyler, I missed you, man.

Thank you guys for being my friends.

I love you guys.

Fuck. I thought that would do it.

Well, maybe if you actually meant it, then...

I did mean it. Are you telling me I went soft for nothing?

Maybe it's a forest full of people James has been a dick to.

That would explain why we're here.

Maybe it's a forest full of people I've given dick to.

-It would be a barren forest. -Empty fucking forest.

I definitely wouldn't fucking be here.

How long do y'all think we can do this?

Just sitting in here, driving... all day.

I mean, what else can we do?

There.

What the fuck?

James.

-About a minute 30. -Okay.

A minute 30 to explore the woods.

All right, then.

When the sun comes up...

I'll go in.

I could only make it 100 yards out.

Nothing but woods.

There's still people out there.

Just laying there.

640...

Static.

650, static.

670, static.

Come on, T. Let's go, man.

Tyler, come on.

Tyler.

Okay, guys.

We've got flashlight, Tyler's spare clothes, phones,

anything that's already downloaded on them,

charger, car manual, and also this Cliff Bar.

What happens if we eat something?

No. Probably shouldn't eat that. Could be digesting that forever.

Thirty seconds, guys.

I'm getting tired at the same number.

-I'm not building any muscle. -Everything's just too specific.

It just feels, like, designed.

I'm not getting tired. I'm not hungry.

No sexual arousal, I'm guessing.

James, please.

This is supposed to be my alone time.

Okay, but I'm healing normally.

Right. But he's still healing.

Fifteen seconds. We got to go.

Fuck.

If we see this again, it's a loop.

We going clockwise?

Yeah, clockwise.

Tyler, let's go. Come on.

Ninety seconds.

Where are we, man?

Where the fuck are we at, man?! What the fuck is this place?!

Say something, God damn it! Where are we?!

Where the fuck are we at, man?!

Aah! Help me! Help me!

We got to go, man.

Yo. Let's go. Hey.

We got to go. Let's go.

Yeah.

-Guys, c... -What's wrong?

I'm just, uh, you know... another...

It's okay. It's okay.

Another panic... Dude...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I want to be unconscious. I want to go to bed.

I want to sleep, you know?

I want to go home. What is this for?

Why is this fucking happening? This is -

I don't want to be in here. I want to... want to get out.

It's okay. It's all right.

I want to get out of the fucking car.

What the fuck did we do?

Dude.

Fish?

Oh, shit.

Day, start the timer.

We should talk to them.

-How? -We don't need to talk to them.

Don't get out of the fucking car.

Do not get out of the fucking -

I'm not getting out of the car.

What the fuck do we need to talk to them for, man?

-They could have answers. -Answers?

If we pull this fucking car up and they cut us off, we're done.

We have to drive regardless. We're not turning around.

If we turn around on the road right now,

-we can wait them out. -You're saying they're bad guys?

We cannot afford to lose this car.

We're at about a minute. We need to make a decision now.

No one's saying anything about losing the car.

We don't even know what this is.

All we know is that this is something new.

This isn't a fucking puzzle, dude.

This is our goddamn lives.

-Get back in the fucking car! -James! Tyler, do something!

Let's go. We got to go.

We need to get him! Tyler, drive!

-James. -What is it?

The odometer is past a million.

How many years of driving is that?

Tyler, uh, what are you doing?

Tyler, slow d... Tyler. Tyler, what are you doing?

-Tyler... Tyler, stop. -Hey, Tyler.

-Tyler, wait. Stop. Stop. -Slow the car down.

Please, Tyler, slow the car down. Stop.

Stop doing this! Stop! Slow down, Tyler! Please stop!

-No! Don't do this to me! -Stop the car!

-Tyler, stop! Please! -I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Look at me. Tyler. Tyler?

Please! Please, Tyler, stop!

All right. What do you want to do?

What do you want to do?

What do you think happens after the panic?

Like, once the car's gone, what happens?

I don't know.

They probably return to, like, dormancy or something.

T.

Tyler.

What the fuck?

I can't sit in that metal box and worry, man.

Can't keep worrying about shit that don't end.

Worry?

T-Tyler, it's - it's not worry, man.

We're... It's... We're - We're figuring it out.

I don't really give a shit what it is.

I'm not doing it no more.

Like, years of this shit?

I'm not living my life in 90-second breaks.

Tell them it wasn't for me.

What the fuck are you even gonna do out here?

I don't know.

Is that it?

You're not gonna try to talk me into staying?

You excited about the legroom?

Let me know if you find an end.

What the fuck? What the fuck? Where... Where is Tyler?

Dude, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up.

-Move. -Day.

Tyler!

-James. -Tyler!

-Tyler! -Where is he?

-I'll tell you... -What is this?

-What are you doing? -What the fuck happened?!

-Where is he?! Where is he?! -Get in the car now.

Day, we got to go.

I don't give a shit! Where is Tyler?

-Day, please. -Day, you got to get in the car.

-Say something! -Get in the car, Day.

Day, please get in the car. Get in the fucking car!

Day, get in the car! Please!

-Please get in the fucking car! -Tyler!

Tyler!

Day, we got to go!

Get in the car! Come on! Let's go!

Drive, drive, drive! Go, go, go, go, go, go!

What the fuck happened?!

What ha... What happened?

He gave up.

Dude, this sun is so fucking weird.

-Dude, shut up. -James, shut the fuck up.

-Shut up. We get one song. -We get one song a day.

-You were doing so good. -You have to be quiet

-for three minutes. -Okay. All right. Just...

-Just pick another. -Absolutely not.

We have to save them.

♪ So it's on ♪

♪ The feeling's gone and movin' ♪

♪ Time is only mine to steal ♪

♪ Workin' on what is real ♪

♪ Found my song ♪

♪ Sang it wrong ♪

♪ No foolin' ♪

♪ Warmin' up to all my chills ♪

♪ Thinkin' I'm over the hill ♪

♪ Tell me not to dwell ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't feel like no one else, oh ♪

Okay, guys, Warm-up over. It's 8:00.

-Good morning. Good morning. -Good morning.

All right, James. Start us off.

Um...

-Gloves. -Like.

-Big like. -Dislike.

Why do you dislike gloves?

Don't trust them. Suspicious.

-Okay. Windshield wipers. -Oh, hard pass.

What do you have against windshield wipers?

Big dislike - I do not understand

why they need more than one speed.

You just look goofy, okay? You're on a highway, right?

-Right. -Light rain. You see -

You look over and see a guy... and he still can't see.

-It's pouring rain. Of course... -You look insane.

Dude, I will raw-dog a hurricane.

I'm like a torpedo. I don't even see the water.

-You're absurd. -Oh. Okay. Oceans.

-Oh, absolutely not. Dislike. -I love oceans.

-Nope. Not for me. -Why don't you like the ocean?

Imagine living in a place where you have to sprint 24/7

so that something 50 times your size doesn't demolish you.

Like, our species was born in water,

and it was so fucking horrible

that we grew legs to get out of it.

Yeah. All right. I'd, like, agree with that.

Oh, I think we're gonna have to pause like-and-dislike time.

We've got a green Honda. One point.

You don't get a point. That's beige.

-It's not a beige car. -That's khakis on wheels.

That's not khakis on wheels.

Time to go.

"Lámpara... de advertencia de Baja."

Man, I'm getting good.

Just give me a couple more months, and I'm gonna be fluent.

-Oh, totally, man. -Yeah.

You realize your Spanish is gonna be heavily car-related,

-right? -Watch this.

"De su automóvil o embarcación,

y en el manual del cargador."

Okay... Mr. Bilingual.

You know what we should do?

We should learn Spanish just so we can communicate

without James understanding.

Terrific idea. I second that.

I will learn it out of spite.

It's almost 10:00.

Checking out for a bit before my shift.

You know, you could definitely learn another language, man.

It's really good stimuli.

You know what I'm thinking?

I was this fucking close to downloading Subway Surfers

before we turned onto this stupid fucking road.

Where were we going? Where were we going that day?

I don't know. I legit can't remember.

Tyler was helping us move out of college.

He came up a day early to hang out and get food with us,

so we were going out.

Oh, yeah.

Do you think eventually

we'll have talked about everything ever and just...

never have any new stimuli ever again?

Wait, dude.

Look at that.

Wait, wait, wait. Check out this gas I cooked up last night, man.

Me on the endless road.

Or this one.

Me when people come out of the woods.

Dude, asphalt companies be like, "Big ups."

"Big ups."

"Big ups."

James be like, "Where's this turn at?"

That's funny. Yeah.

I'm looking at these, and I'm realizing, like,

I barely have any photos of my family in here.

It's like a...

bunch of meaningless bullshit.

Saturated photos of the Geico lizard shitting.

Hey, it's noon.

I want to eat this. I want to eat this so bad, y'all.

Like, I-I don't even care what happens.

I just want to taste something.

No, part of our original items. It's here for a reason.

We talked about this.

Do you hear yourself? It's a Clif Bar.

Air-out time.

-All right. I will start. -Start your engines.

-Can I start? -Yes.

Okay. Uh, James,

I know this isn't Six Flags, but can you please be

a little more positive during our routine?

I think it would really benefit you to just,

you know, scream and let it out with us just once.

Mm. Fair.

Day, you're overattentive to my emotions,

and it's - it's annoying as fuck.

Yeah.

Fair. I can stand to be more patient.

Um, I think designated music time is bullshit,

and I should just listen to music whenever I want.

So we shouldn't do it anymore.

-Fair. No. -You can't just say no.

Day, you were driving with your legs up today.

Can you not do that? 'Cause you're gonna crash us.

Fair, but I literally won't. That's ridiculous.

Fair. But you're ADHD as fuck, and, yes, you will.

Fair. James, stop psychoanalyzing me all the time.

-Fair. But I'm not, though. -Fair. Yes, you are.

Fair, Fisher. You're soft as baby shit.

And you take things too personally.

Unfair. Why are you so pressed all the damn time?

You're just gonna attack my person...

Fair. Day, Fisher's not your little brother.

Oh, blow me. You have negative drip and you get no bitches.

You're musty, and there are no bitches to get.

What's next on the schedule?

My favorite part of the day.

-One... -You got your shirt.

It's a - It's a simple hop.

One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

That's literally it. That's all you have to do.

-It's so easy. -That's it.

Please. Please do it.

All right.

What a surprise.

-Aw. -Every time we get through

the second act, it's like somebody...

I mean, next time.

Help me!

"Help me!"

"Somebody help me!"

"I stink!"

Story time. Who's up? James?

Oh, I have one. It's pretty good.

All right. Let's hear it, man.

It's actually about Tyler when he got suspended.

Oh, shit. Was that senior year?

-Mm-hmm. Yeah. -Go, go, go, go. Tell us.

Right as school ended, Tyler went across the street

to the gas station.

That's literally right across the street from school,

and he's in there loading up on like $80 worth of vapes

and Smirnoff with his fake ID.

And while he's in there,

Coach Shive, Ms. Ingle, and Mr. Govreau,

they all walk in at the same time.

And obviously there's three teachers there,

and they confront him at the counter, right?

And they're like, "Give us your fucking fake," right?

And he's in deep shit.

The manager is behind the counter

getting ready to call the fucking cops.

And Coach Shive is disciplining him

so that he doesn't get arrested.

And so then Tyler literally just says, he says, "Oh, you know what?

Uh, I have more fakes in my car.

I'm sorry, but, uh, I'll just go get them."

He walks out of the gas station.

Mm-hmm.

He just gets in his car and just fucking dips.

-Dude, no fucking way. -He just dips. He's gone. Yeah.

And so he goes to school the next day and he's in the parking lot,

and all of the principals are waiting for him, right?

And they're like, "What the fuck was that yesterday?"

So Tyler literally just says - - he just looked at him and goes,

"No, I didn't really want to deal with it then."

-Dude. -Yeah, that was it.

-Yeah. -The guy's a legend.

I know he just walked out of 7-Eleven being like,

-"I just won," and he did. -I mean, yeah.

He was probably so happy he didn't have to go to school.

No, definitely. Dude's crazy.

Yeah, it was good. He won.

Do you guys think we could've done something differently?

Oh, he was a stubborn bastard.

Maybe one day we'll go back for him.

Go back?

Yeah. Go back. Save him.

The answer is forward, Day.

-The answer? -Yes.

James, what do you think the road is?

I-I don't know. I need to know more first.

No, I know you've been thinking about it for a long time.

So what do you think it is?

I don't know. I'm... I'm just still learning.

What else is there to learn?

You know, why are you even asking?

I'm only asking 'cause I know you still care.

And you don't?

I mean, I'm here.

So you just don't care about any of this, then?

-James, what are we doing? -We're making progress.

That's it.

Okay, James.

Okay.

Hey, honey.

I was just calling to see how you're doing

and to see if you got my package that I sent.

Um, I couldn't find

the kind of peanut butter you like.

But I got a different kind. I hope you like that.

Not much else has happened.

Uh, we did our routine.

Same as always.

James didn't scream with us... again.

I hope Mom is doing okay.

I hope you're doing okay, too, Sis.

Happy birthday!

Whoo!

Love you guys.

Something's different.

No one.

Maybe less people make it this far.

It must be his car.

Yo!

This your car?

Yo! Hello?!

This is huge. This is fucking huge.

I mean, there's no more people trying to Grand Theft Autous.

This means something. Am I wrong?

Like what? We made it past the scary part?

Look, there was a guy in the woods and he gave up.

We're continuing. It feels like

that we're actually getting closer to something here.

Yeah, man, we get it. It's... It's good.

There are people out there that are giving up and losing themselves.

That's what's gotten us farther than most people out here.

It feels like that we're actually moving towards a goal.

You know, I kind of miss the feeling

that we first felt when we first got on the road.

You know, that hope for a turn.

I miss feeling things in general.

Yeah, it's almost like...

like we're feeling weaker shades of emotions

that used to feel really intense.

-Guys, what the fuck is this? -What?

-What the fuck is this? -What?

This is a fucking sign of something.

This is... This is a new thing. This is a good thing.

That's what it is. That's the good thing, man.

-I just... I just... -Because it's new.

We haven't seen this before.

I think you should just be careful about your expectations and stuff.

Are we talking about expectations?

I didn't say anything about expectations.

This means something absolutely brand new.

You're just getting excited.

-You should be careful. -It's not about me

-getting excited. -Yes, it is.

It's not about me getting excited.

You guys want to talk about emotions?

Why the hell are you guys getting so depressed?

There's new information. We can spend time outside.

It's nothing more than that.

We're just trying to get you to be a little bit more realistic.

I am completely neutral about the situation.

If you have these expectations, you're gonna be disappointed.

I don't fucking have expectations!

Shut the fuck up, everybody, okay?

No anger in the fucking car.

Air-out time.

I'll go first.

James.

I think we should stop driving.

I can drive.

-What? -I know it sucks

to have to work out here, so I can take it always.

We don't have to divvy up shifts anymore.

I'll take them all.

Thirty more minutes of outside time.

James.

Uh, digest an entire cylinder of PVC pipe

or floss every 15 minutes?

PVC pipe.

Yeah, I was leaning more towards the floss,

but I guess you could ingest, you know,

smaller parts of the PVC pipe over time, you know?

You know, like a time limit?

-Right? -Sure.

What if we're supposed to suffer here?

What if that's the point?

Well...

then that's bullshit.

I'll do it.

For him.

For us.

No. It should be me.

Day!

I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry.

Give me the keys.

James.

I need you to give up.

Okay? I need you to give up, man.

You are torturing yourself for an answer

that just doesn't exist, okay?

You are the reason that you're suffering here now.

The engine's still hot. It might still turn back on.

So just... just give me the keys.

No, no. W-We can't keep doing this to ourselves.

You can't keep doing this to yourself.

-Okay? We won't let you. -I didn't do this to myself.

I didn't put myself here.

Yeah, yeah. We are here, too, James.

We lost everything, too. We are here, too.

The only difference is that we've been trying to accept it.

Because this life is easy for you!

Because you're both okay just sitting around

and doing fucking nothing!

You're both okay just being victims here!

It's over, man.

It's done.

James.

-Stop! -James!

James, fucking stop!

James, get the fuck off of him!

James, let him go! Stop!

James, fucking stop! He can't fucking breathe!

Fisher, let go!

Oh!

Oh, it was a test. It was a test.

Oh, my God. It was a fucking test.

It was a fucking test!

Oh, my God. That was it. Oh, my God.

James, there is no test.

So then just this? Just here forever?!

I had hope, Day.

You have no idea what any of this could have meant.

James, it doesn't fucking mean anything!

Okay? There is no reason. It just happened.

What the fuck do you know about reason?

You were going to kill yourself.

Come on.

Please start, please start, please start, please start.

Look, I will do anything.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Come on.

-Fuck! -Please, please.

I will do it. I will do it. Just please, please!

Please start!

Fuck!

Just turn it on. Just turn it on.

Please start!

Fuck!

11/20.

Why is the road setting a forest?

Why not an endless staircase?

Hey, what is this?

What is this? What the fuck?

Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

What is this? This is new. This is new.

Wait. Is this bad? Hang on. This is bad? Is this bad?

Please. Wait. Please tell me.

Please tell me, please tell me. What is this?

What is this? What the fuck is this?!

Wait! Please! Please! We can talk about this!

Fuck!

What the fuck?

It's because I left them, right?

Oh, God! Shit!

Fuck. It's really good.

All right. I'm coming.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Who would win in a fight?

Fifty hawks or a dude with a gun?

Probably the...

Probably the hawks.

There's like 50 of them.

You think so?

Yeah.

Huh.

♪ So it's on

♪ The feeling's gone and movin' ♪

♪ Time is only mine to steal

♪ Workin' on what is real

♪ Found my song

♪ Sang it wrong ♪

♪ No foolin'

♪ Warmin' up to all my chills

♪ Thinkin' I'm over the hill

♪ Tell me not to dwell

♪ 'Cause I don't feel like no one else, oh ♪

♪ Why can't I feel like there's something wrong? ♪

♪ Tell me, why can't I feel that there's something gone?

♪ Wait ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ The sun has yet to dawn upon me ♪

♪ Reading everything I've read

♪ No, it's all in my head

♪ The pressure's on

♪ The feeling comes in slowly

♪ Everyone is still

♪ Thinkin' I'm over the hill

♪ Tell me not to dwell

♪ 'Cause I don't feel like no one else, oh ♪