Original subtitles

TOM: All right then.

Here's my version, adapted from the film,

remastered, and updated by yours truly.

BETH-ANN: Go.

Once upon a time, there was this kid named Chicken Little.

BETH-ANN: OK.

He's basically the most adorable, little chicken

you've ever fucking seen.

BETH-ANN: Mm-hmm.

He's got glasses and a little rooster mohawk.

Imagine a little prepubescent chicken,

homunculus hybrid creature.

OK, I got it.

I see it in my brain.

TOM: So our little guy lives in this town

full of sentient animals.

Aren't all animal sentient?

Well done, but these can talk and distinguish

between each other.

They bicker, have pecking orders, go to war,

all the bullshit humans do.

But it's cats, dogs, goats, foxes, fucking wildebeests.

Every creature you can possibly imagine exists in this town.

OK.

So one day, Chicken Little starts yelling,

the sky is falling!

The fucking sky is falling!

BETH-ANN: For real?

Well, that's what he says.

So of course, everybody starts freaking out.

They're breaking shit, running around.

It's all-out chaos.

But this one animal--

maybe he's an armadillo-- says, wait a second.

I can see the sky.

It's right where we left it.

Everything seems fine.

What the fuck is going on?

And Chicken Little says, I was standing by this tree,

and some shit fell on my head, something huge.

So the whole town goes out to where Chicken

Little says the sky is falling.

And what do you know?

All they find is a bunch of acorns.

So Chicken Little's dad, Papa Little, of all creatures, says,

is this what fell, you little moron?

And Chicken Little says, no, that's not it.

That's a fucking acorn.

But everyone, including the dad, says,

nah, this kid's full of shit.

And suddenly, the whole town hates our little guy

because they think he cried wolf.

But who would lie about the sky falling?

No one, but who would believe it, you know?

No one.

Right.

So years later, he's in school, and he's getting seriously

bullied.

There's this little fucker named Foxy Loxy.

And her and her friend Loosey Goosey are habitually beating

the shit out of Chicken Little.

She's honestly a first-rate, little fucking

bitch, a completely merciless individual.

But years of hate and all-around attrition

have hardened Chicken Little.

He's not the same little guy who yelled about the sky falling.

He's not scared of shit.

None of his friends go to school with him

because they're all older, from the street, outcasts,

just like him.

He even fell out with his old man

because he couldn't handle how his dad threw him under the bus

because real dads don't do that, you know?

No.

TOM: So our boy CL is living in the animal town equivalent

of Paterson, New Jersey--

[chuckling]

- -with a washed-up noise musician

and a 60-year-old bouncer.

And all he can think of is what he saw that day

and what's coming to every motherfucker

who didn't believe him.

BETH-ANN: Dad?

Yeah?

How does he eat?

He sells shit like your old man.

BETH-ANN: OK.

You see, everybody's got their breaking point.

I've got one.

You've got one.

God's got one.

And Chicken Little's got one, too.

So one day, after years of putting up with everyone's

shit, he rallies his pack of marginalized badasses,

and they roll up to the school with the intention

of laying out old Foxy Loxy and Loosey Goosey.

But just as all the violence is about to go down--

[indistinct voices]

Keep going.

Just as they're about to wreck those fuckers,

we hear this massive, deafening crack,

like all the thunder ever uttered by the sky

combined into one monumental sound.

Everybody runs outside, and sure enough,

the sky is cracked open.

And you bet your ass it's falling.

Everybody is freaking out and crying.

They're all hysterical because death is inevitable.

But Chicken Little just looks up with this enormous fucking

grin.

Because as far as he's concerned,

he's been dead for years.

And the last thing he'll see is every motherfucker

who rejected him eating shit.

End of story.

All right, go to sleep.

I'll see you in the morning.

Wait, Dad.

How did Chicken Little know the sky was following

the first time and not just like one of the acorns

falling from a tree?

Maybe early on, he saw this tiny crack in the sky

that nobody else could see.

BETH-ANN: What about birds?

What birds?

You said there's every animal imaginable.

There weren't birds flying around that saw?

You little fucker.

[giggling]

It's not that they weren't capable of seeing.

It's more that they weren't looking.

No one was.

He saw shit that others didn't.

Well, he could have just pointed and avoided

all the fucked shit.

Maybe he was wrong the first time.

An animal world god wanted to punish

the animal world town for how they treated the little fella.

Maybe their meanness made him right, like the town

created its own fate.

I-- I like that.

Phew.

[chuckling]

I'm off.

Love you, Dad.

Please be safe.

I love you, too.

Sweet dreams.

Come lock it from the inside.

Hey, Joey.

What time is it?

1:50.

Nice.

Listen, I'm a little low on cash.

You mind if I take a shit?

I promise I'll buy something double next time.

Knock yourself out.

Thanks, man.

Home is a complicated thing, mostly bullshit,

but it's basically the best we get.

We build it and hate it and then get pissed

when the world inevitably fucks us out

of it with uninvited change.

And then we go and build it again somewhere else.

BETH-ANN: Where did you live before me?

Before you, my home was loneliness.

That was my home.

And I never really destroyed that place, you know?

BETH-ANN: You're still lonely.

Hey, man.

A couple of smokes?

Not in a bad way, if that makes sense.

We all need a little bit of that,

almost like we were born for it.

And then everything we accomplish

is just a way of beating it back.

Thanks.

No problem.

If I could give you anything, it

would be the ability to need no thing and no one,

to be unbreakable.

To disappear if you have to.

I don't like talking about this.

You want a story?

BETH-ANN: Yes, please.

I ever tell you about Chicken Little?

[ADRIENNE LENKER, "TERMINAL PARADISE"]

♪ Warm ♪

♪ So warm ♪

♪ Screaming in the field as I was born ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ Will you return me to the robin's beak ♪

♪ I'll be a bird ♪

TOM: Hello?

♪ Terminal ♪

Hello?

♪ We both know let the rest of me go ♪

♪ See my death become a trail ♪

♪ And the trail leads to a flower ♪

♪ I will blossom in your sail every dreamed and waking hour ♪

♪ Woman ♪

♪ Woman ♪

♪ Hold me in your heat, to love me ♪

♪ don't let me ♪

♪ Til I re-- don't let me ♪

♪ I remember ♪

♪ Terminal ♪

♪ We both know ♪

♪ Let me rest ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ See my death become a trail ♪

♪ And the trail leads to a flower ♪

♪ I will blossom in your sail every dreamed and waking hour ♪

[music fades]

[hip hop music on radio]

How many is that?

Six, I think.

Ain't shit.

Those chick bikes?

It's what you wanted.

Yeah, that'll fucking sell.

I'll need 200 for all of them.

Sounds good.

We can't bring the shit back to my place this time, though.

Wait. Why?

You remember my neighbor we used to chill with, the dude

with the Panera hookup?

Chill with?

We hung with him twice, I think.

Yeah, whatever.

Remember how he had that old buried school bus he was trying

to turn into a fallout shelter?

Yeah.

He forgot to ventilate that shit.

You gotta love when doomsday preppers

prep themselves to death, huh?

He suffocated?

Yeah, something like that.

Here's the snag, though.

It turns out that motherfucker was deep into some shit

that I didn't really know about 'cause the cops had been

digging up his whole place, which basically means they've

been up in my neighborhood for the past two days,

ripping shit up.

If reports go out about these bikes--

that's why I gotta dump them next day,

like the ones that don't sell.

We roll in there with this haul, someone

will notice, for sure the fucking guy with the lawnmower

and that kid who's always fucking hassling me.

Was there someplace else we can take them?

Yeah, dawg.

There's an abandoned warehouse a few blocks

from where they do the flea market,

way closer than my place. I say we take them over there.

We'll load them up into that building.

OK, fine.

Are you going to fucking help me?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

You're my partner.

I'll do anything for you.

Fuck these bikes!

[INSANE CLOWN POSSE, "JUGGALO HOMIES"]

♪ Homies, homies, talkin' ♪

♪ about the road dogs of mine ♪

♪ Our motherfuckin' homies, homies ♪

Yeah, I, uh, shaved off all my hair, man.

Yeah, I saw.

Look, can I drop something on you?

Because you're my homeboy.

Go.

I'm like fucking gone, man.

I don't give a shit about anything anymore.

You can't say anything to that?

I'm just listening.

It's been two weeks.

Felt this way for two fucking weeks.

I'm sorry.

It's not all bad.

You think it would be, but it isn't because I could just--

I could end it any time I want.

I don't have anyone to stop me.

I don't have any parents.

I don't got no girl.

Definitely no fucking girl.

You know, you know that song "Creep" by Radiohead?

TOM: Sure.

Yeah, that's how I was feeling before I got real.

I went on this terrible date with this chick.

And she told me that was her favorite song.

I told her to fuck right off, yeah.

Because she liked the song?

Yeah.

Girls don't get to like "Creep."

That's-- it's like appropriation.

You're saying that girls can't wish

they were special in the context of a person

that floats like a feather?

Aight, don't be a dick.

I mean, fuck your women, right?

[laughs]

You know I have a daughter, and I don't

like when you talk that way.

Yeah.

You know, how old is she now at this point?

And can you ease up on the gas?

What?

It's 7:00 in the morning.

There's nobody out here.

This is prime time for rippin' shit up, man!

She's fucking 16.

Now, please.

All right, all right.

It's just that, you know, I feel like it's already over for me,

you know?

You know?

I don't, actually.

Are you saying you never felt this way before?

Not in the way you're describing.

Well, then, how?

No offense, but I feel no need to talk about myself with you.

Maybe Beth-Ann is just what I need, someone pure like that.

I don't think so.

I'm just fucking with you, man.

I know she's off-limits.

I just fuck around, you know?

You know, when was the last time you put yourself out there?

As in dated?

Yeah.

I don't know, 15 years.

Fuck, man.

Why?

I live in a storage unit with my daughter, man.

I'm not going to be parading women through there.

You must be like horny as fuck.

I don't think of myself as a sexual person anymore.

Y'all ever get high together?

No.

That's cool.

Keeping it true.

Does Beth-Ann ever get restless?

As in how?

Just like-- oh, like looking out and seeing other kids,

like college kids and shit.

Not that I've seen.

Maybe she is pure, you know?

It's like you did that.

I don't even know what that means.

Like, you know, like, she--

that Beth-Ann turned out good, and it's--

from where you how break.

I don't fucking know, man.

I'm just talking out of my ass.

It's fine, man.

Can we just have a little silence for a while?

And it feels like every day the tide

pushes me further from that.

Like every minute, time just gets me further from the place

where I was happy, you know?

Uh-huh.

Like, that's what the color gray is.

Gray is nothingness.

I am gray, the absolute bare minimum before becoming

invisible, you know?

Like, white is what it is.

I'm not white.

White's too distinct.

Black, too.

Fuck.

My old man was gray, happened in a year.

His skin, his teeth, his hair.

He actually shaved off his hair, too, before he--

you know.

But he was seriously bitter, angry and shit.

That's not me.

No way.

God damn it.

Don't worry.

I'm sure this last one will be open.

Yeah, it's going to be the only open door

on the entire premises.

They can't all be locked.

Yes, they fucking can.

That's why doors have locks.

What are we going to do, man?

I need to get back.

How about that, bitch?

Looks like shit's starting to turn our way.

Yeah, life is sorting itself out.

Now you can let your hair grow back.

[heavy metal music playing]

Yeah.

Sorry, man.

Hey, don't sweat it.

I'm Dark Mortius.

OK.

[laughs] We're about to set this roadkill on fire

if you guys want to join.

All right.

This is actually a place where you could

go to get your car destroyed.

But now it's mine.

What up, friends?

I ain't your friend, bro.

Fucking hell.

Hey, turn that shit off.

Yeah, we're good.

Oh, you guys should totally stay.

It's not like what you think.

Man, no one's confused here, bro.

Were you the one talking about the color gray?

Yeah.

That really resonated with me, man.

You seem really wise and honest and deep in it.

Well you don't know jack shit about me, man!

I am roadkill, dude!

I know your entire head is shaved like a god,

and I dig that journey.

Shouldn't you be lighting kids on fire or some shit?

- Why the fuck would we do that? - I don't know.

Ask Satan.

This is fucking poser shit, man.

That man was already dead.

What really brought you to this door today, friend?

'Cause I think it was pain, pain that brought you both here.

Yeah, we're just looking for some temporary storage, is all.

I think I can allow that.

Wait, are any of y'all students at the college?

And I graduated 10 years ago.

Varsity lacrosse.

Still in the ivory tower.

Hey, well, you know what?

Thank you for being so chill.

You're welcome.

We're going to run and grab our stuff.

We'll be right back.

Are you guys sure?

You want us to wait before we blaze this roadkill?

Nah, nah, nah, you guys do your thing.

We'll be one sec, in and out.

Because we can wait.

We're good.

Hand me the blowtorch.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Probably going to smell weird!

Hell yeah!

Light it up.

Light it up.

I hate Satanists, man.

A bunch of fucking posers.

I didn't know you'd conducted a study.

What the fuck are we going to do with these bikes?

Well, I don't know.

I was thinking, how would you feel about holding

them at the storage unit?

That's where I live, man.

Ah, there's an extra 40 in it for you.

No.

Make it 50.

[banging]

Dad?

TOM: It's me.

Open up.

Good morning.

Hey.

You doing all right?

I had this crazy dream.

Yeah?

I was walking in this mansion, like the one

we broke into in Wellington, but with these towering living

rooms and libraries that never ended.

And I kept shouting and shouting and shouting and shouting,

and no one was there to listen.

Where was I?

I don't think you existed.

Huh.

BETH-ANN: What do you think it means?

It means no more bedtime stories for you.

[sighs]

Now, listen.

I need you to get up and get dressed.

Jose's outside.

OK.

Can you turn away, please?

Yeah.

Hey, what up, girl?

Long time no see!

Why?

Oh, shit, did I scare you?

No.

Just saying I got to this place, you know?

Come on, man.

JOSE: I'm a primate, right? BETH-ANN: Yeah.

JOSE: And it's just been so long since the world has

seen me in my natural state.

You know what I mean?

Like, I'm not supposed to be all covered up with this fucking--

I said enough.

I've been listening to this shit all morning.

Help with the bikes.

Bro, I'm talking to your daughter.

It's been a sec.

It's just like I wanted to show society that I'm

hip to what I am, you know?

I don't understand.

You're like beautiful, right?

Don't fucking tell my daughter she's beautiful.

It's like if the world keeps telling me I'm ugly,

man, maybe I should fulfill the fucking prophecy.

Show the world that I don't give a shit.

Like God is up there chucking prophecies like lawn darts

at sex-starved 30-year-olds.

Maybe he is.

You don't fucking know.

And it's like if I'm being treated like I'm ugly,

I want to show the world that I know.

Take control.

It's a fucking cop-out.

The fuck you talking about?

You're actually doing the reverse of what you're saying.

Rather than tolerate the world having a view of you that's

displeasing, you're determining that view ahead of time

so that the blame can go there, instead

of people forming an objective opinion

of what you actually are.

What do you think, Beth-Ann?

I think I want to go to McDonald's and poop

and brush my teeth.

Oh, you know, I'm trying to score something to eat.

I can fuck up a couple of egg McMuffins.

I'm trying to get my $250.

Well, both these things can happen, you know?

Yeah, they can.

I just don't want them to.

Only the you paying me part.

Oh, shit.

Whatever, man. You know what?

Here.

Take it all.

That's all you fucking care about.

Look at us, Jose.

Of course it's all I fucking care about.

JOSE: Bro, you've been acting cold to me all fucking day.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing personal.

I just haven't slept since yesterday.

You know, maybe you should try hanging with those Satanists.

That guy really seemed to respond to what you're up to.

JOSE: Fuck is that supposed to mean?

He just seemed to appreciate you.

Yeah, well, I'd really rather die, bro.

Don't say that shit to me.

Satanists?

It just might be a way for you to make

some new friends, is all.

You know what?

Maybe you should reflect on your fucking

situation, how it makes you not give a shit about anyone else.

How about that, you fucking prick?

Some McDonald's?

Can we go to Tiny Thai, instead?

My mind changed.

You got it, kiddo.

Avert your eyes or behold the device

that brought you because I don't give a shit what you see.

I know.

And just half of me.

TOM: Just half of you?

This is my favorite time of year.

Why?

Students are all gone back to their massive, decadent homes

in their fucked coastal cities.

Some stay, despite their parents.

Stage some hollow display of adulthood by not going home.

Obviously, there are exceptions, but mostly

what we see is fabrication.

What about us?

We are what we say we are.

School, bins, or both?

Both.

School first.

Ball.

Oh!

[piano playing]

[vocalizing]

Oh!

[laughs]

[music playing]

Here we go, down again.

The thoughts I had are drowned again.

Take this hand to its end.

It'll feel like wind.

Whoa.

Dad?

What's down here?

TOM: Any guesses?

A fallout shelter for nights.

[laughs] Yeah.

Yeah?

How about we bring the bolt cutters

and have a hideout/banquet type supper down here tonight?

Wouldn't that be risky?

There's nobody around.

Besides, you need a little adventure.

OK.

Want to get some clothes?

Yeah.

See anything you like?

Not yet.

Does it work?

I don't know.

I've never seen you wear anything feminine like that.

Holy shit.

Check this out.

It's worth like 150 bucks and a charger.

Can I have it?

Knock yourself out.

You got that key, Joey?

You gonna buy something this time?

Yes, I am.

BETH-ANN: Done.

Snag us a couple of Gatorades.

All right.

JOEY: You think it's going to taste like lemon,

but it fucking never does.

Can I have a sip?

Take mine.

I wasn't going to drink it anyway.

More about keeping my word.

Spoken like a vet.

Heard it was hotter than a motherfucker over there.

It was fine.

At least you had schools sending

you juice boxes and shit.

No one gave a fuck about us.

Sometimes you almost wanted to get greased.

My father fought in World War II, you know?

Right.

JOEY: I bet you like Rage Against the Machine.

We had Creedence.

I fucking love Creedence.

Can we get our change?

JOEY: Sure.

Why don't you ever talk with him about stuff like that?

How about because I don't want to?

But if--

It's mine.

Not his, not yours, and not anyone else's.

Jesus.

Sorry.

Let's go.

[music playing]

1.

BOTH: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18.

[grunting]

So you guys saw Satanists?

It kind of turned into a confrontation.

BETH-ANN: Like an argument?

More like Jose being bitter and a little rascal.

Were they posers like he said?

Hard to say, maybe to him.

Satanism isn't so much the worship of the devil

as it is the worship of not God, which makes

for a pretty wide spectrum.

And there's really no use in saying one form

is more valid than the others.

Unless, of course, you're doing evil things,

but that's not what actual Satanism is about.

What's it about?

In its most positive form, expressing one's

ego or individualism in a way that can still be ethical.

Rejecting the Judeo-Christian notion of God

and the Abrahamic religions as being

hypocritical and oppressive.

An American Satanist would say, look at all the mortifying

shit that's been done out of shame alone

in the form of God loving.

Maybe some beautiful things can happen if we love ourselves

in the form of Satan loving.

So, yeah, if the Abrahamic religions,

which are what again?

Christianity, Judaism, Islam.

And why Islam?

Because Ishmael was also one of the sons of Abraham.

So if the Abrahamic religions are about militating

against our basest impulses, then Satanism

can be about protecting and respecting

one's impulses while still loving ourselves

for what we can't control.

It's not definitively a sin to act

on impulse, that sort of thing.

Does that make sense?

[sirens]

Yeah.

Is that what you believe?

All religions are just one religion

in conversation with itself.

Constant flux.

To what, I couldn't tell you.

Mostly our own destruction probably.

Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, fucking Jupiter--

what does it matter?

But we're human, so we kill each other over it

and then say God created us in his own image.

Go figure that one out.

Maybe change is all that's true.

Suddenly you don't recognize the person

you are anymore, and not in relation to God, but yourself,

mostly for the worse.

What do I do when that happens?

I have no fucking idea.

Let's go.

[portishead, "the rip"]

Hey.

My daughter forgot her key.

You guys mind letting us in?

Yeah, I got you, bro.

You a freshman?

Yeah.

As she walks

in the room, scented and tall, hesitating once more.

And as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt,

I realize that love flows.

Wild white horses, they will take me away.

And the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath.

Will I follow?

Through the glory of life, I will scatter on the floor.

Disappointed--

You like it?

I think I do like it.

Twirl.

It must be rough seeing your old man

pull off a dress like this better than you could.

You're so fucking hairy.

You're fucking hairy.

Yeah, but that makes me like a fucking outlaw girl, you know?

I'm the king of the outlaws.

That's why I can pull off this cheap-ass Halloween dress.

All right, give it here.

They will take me away.

And the tenderness I feel will send the dark--

Who owned this shit, you think?

I don't know.

Mickey Rourke.

BETH-ANN: Who the fuck is that?

It's not important.

Come on, get dressed.

I want to get out of here before the ogre gets back from dinner.

[thudding]

Shh.

[pounding]

JOSE: Yo!

Open this shit up.

[pounding]

Come on, bro!

I can't wait--

Enough!

You're going to get us fucking hassled again.

What?

The filth is gone.

We can take the bikes back to mine.

Now?

Yeah, right now, bro.

I got a guy who wants all six.

Got to move them in the morning.

We were about to have dinner.

Want to come?

Ha. Nah.

I'm good.

I don't go where I'm not wanted.

Plus, I already had a couple Uncrustables.

What's that?

It's like a peanut butter and jelly pouch.

I got a whole box of them.

It's like loneliness food, you know?

- In a cold world-- - OK, all right.

Enough.

We'll be right out.

All right, you're good.

No, wait! What?

You're just going to leave me to unload this shit by myself?

That's right.

Nah, bro.

I saw you take that 250.

You're fucking coming with.

You want $10 back?

It's not about the money.

It's about what kind of man you are, bro.

Just go with him, Dad.

Fine, but you drive me back to campus when we're done.

Yeah, I got you, bro.

I'll meet you in the basement in about an hour and a half.

Remember, we got that Beowulf dinner.

Now who's Beowulf?

Medieval dragon slayer.

I'll get the food.

You bring the bolt cutters.

Got it.

Love you, honey.

Love you, Dad.

You know, you feel like my father sometimes, you know?

Oh, God, please.

Like, I look up to you, man.

Well, I'm not your father.

I said like.

Like my father.

Even though I pay you and shit.

That's why it hurts when you dismiss me because I know

we both got shit on each other, and you

could easily tip off the filth, but you

know I'd do that shit to you.

You don't want to lose your daughter.

You better tell me where this is headed right now,

or I bail at the next stop sign.

Just be a little bit nicer to me, you know.

Are you fucking threatening me?

You think I'm a fucking idiot?

I know your deal.

I do.

Fine, I'll be nicer.

I mean, seriously, man.

Look, I didn't even recognize Beth-Ann when I saw her.

She's growing up, dude.

Where are you going to be then?

I'll be fine.

Trust me.

[shakewell & fat nick, "pemex"]

I got real smoke, Xanax boats,

won't jump the porch without my pole.

Serving out the Texaco, smokin' Pemex, lil Mexico.

Got big juice overflow, Wokeisha that I'm 'bout to pour.

Hollows hit 'em in his throat.

Kill that bitch!

Yeah!

I'm gonna run your ass over.

Do it again!

Do it again, motherfucker!

Fucking low-lives.

You know Domino's won't even deliver here anymore?

One day, I'm going to move out of this bitch.

I swear to God.

I've been saving up.

And I always gotta deal with this fucking

guy always taking a shit in the back of my goddamn trailer.

Fuck it!

It just helps to unload.

It really does.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Oh.

Hey, you ever watched "The Fripples?"

The what?

"The Fripples."

It's like a show.

I don't own a fucking television, Jose.

Yeah.

Hey, let's take a break for a sec.

I want you to watch this with me.

Absolutely not.

Come on, please.

Please watch it.

Just a little bit with me?

No.

Come on, please. Come on, come on, come on.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

Hey, you come watch this with me,

and I'll drive you home right after.

I'll finish doing this shit myself.

- All right! - Yeah!

- That's what I'm saying! - Fuck it.

Hey, you're going to love this. Come on.

This is going to help you understand what

I've been going through, where I've

been at the last little while.

Yeah, that's great.

(SOFTLY SINGING) There's a red one

and a pink one and a blue one--

- No, I just take it really hard when Mercury's in retrograde.

That's all.

It's a totally acceptable--

aloha.

Are you doing all right?

I'm just waiting for my dad.

Yeah, I feel like we're all just

in a constant state of waiting for our dads, you know?

My dad's dead.

That sucks.

We just came down to the Cove to see if it was open.

Fuck!

It looks like the administration fucking locked it again.

So we will leave you to your fatherly waiting.

Come on, you fucking dizzy goats.

Move.

BETH-ANN: I can open it.

What was that?

Yeah!

Yes!

Hey, come back.

Let's do this!

Come on come on come on.

Thank you.

Come on.

Come on.

Everybody in.

Let's light it up.

Hey, thanks again.

This was so major.

What's your fucking name again?

Beth-Ann.

That's a very American name.

Is that some shit someone made up,

or was that your grandma's name?

I don't know.

Don't be scared.

I'm Dark Mortius.

I gave myself that name after I killed my parents.

Building a new name is part of getting older, you know?

You killed your parents?

Spiritually, I replaced them.

But they're still here in the physical world.

When did you replace them?

10 years ago.

I still have some of my shit at their place I need to pick up,

but I'll just be super sparing with my energy when I do it

so they don't get any of this, you know?

We're just going to be hanging here, drinking beers,

doing some fucking kratom.

You want to join?

We got ketamine, too.

Does that entice you?

Do you guys have Gatorade?

Y'all got any Gatorade?

We got fucking White Claw.

Sorry.

But you should still stay.

The guy to chick ratio is fucked.

I could send someone out for you and get you some Gatorade.

No.

I'm just going to wait for my dad upstairs.

You should stay.

I torched a raccoon this afternoon,

so vibes are right where they need to be!

Oh, wait.

Who am I?

What am I?

Am I myself or a representation of myself?

Am I me?

What clothes I wear, the friends I have, the things I like.

Am I me or a reflection of me of what's around me?

What's real, and what's just what we imagine to be real?

Or is nothing real?

Does the real me even exist, or am I just this projection

of what I want others to see?

All right, hey, now check out what this fucking

chick says right here.

Of course you exist, you silly button.

Who you want to be is you every bit as much as who you are.

Fuck, right?

Like, that's like me and chicks and like people I want to be

my friend, how they see me.

Like, it's all linked up.

That's great, Jose.

Like, we're all kids, right?

We're not actually.

- I'll be right back. - Wait.

What?

[sighs] Fuck me.

These are all parts of what make up you and everyone.

And we all make up the Frippley world.

So love the world because whether you like it or not,

Buster, you're a part of it.

Can we go?

JOSE: I got something for you.

Why?

More like I found something and I want to give it to you.

I don't need anything, Jose.

Hell no!

- What the fuck? - Chill.

It's all of his shit.

I don't want that man.

Put it away.

It's from the 1800s, man.

It's basically a toy.

See?

Come on, man.

I can fucking see that shit is loaded.

- I'm out of here. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, I dug this out of the ground, man.

It's fucking duds, all of them.

Look at this shit.

Look how rusty this is.

You know more about this shit than anyone I know.

Which is fucking why?

How did you even find it?

With my metal detector, bro, off the bike path last week.

Look, someone probably used this shit

to rob a train or something.

Take me back and leave that shit here.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry, man.

Just, you know, I thought it would be-- you'd dig it.

Come on, man.

We watched your fucking video.

I want to get back and eat dinner.

Nice thing like a hip antique or something.

It's fine.

Let's just go.

Oh, whatever.

It's like so sensitive, you know?

No matter what I do, you just fucking find a way.

You know?

Geez, fucking dying pleasing you, man.

You know, you can't please you, man.

You know?

[gunshot]

Jesus.

I told you, you stupid asshole.

You good?

[choking]

[grunting]

God damn it.

[coughing]

OK.

Sorry to wake you, Miss America.

How long has it been?

Hour and a half?

Hey, check it out.

I found him downstairs.

He was squeaking in one of those little sticky traps.

And when I finally cut him loose,

he had himself a little heart attack right here in my hand,

dead.

He's bloody.

I had to use my pocket knife to free him.

Me and the lads here are going to ramble on to other digs.

We left one of ours in the basement passed out.

Being that you're here waiting for your dad,

do you think that you could maybe check on her from time

to time, make sure she's OK?

OK.

You're a sweet lass.

What are they saying?

I just love the energy that you get at night

when you make the light.

Mm.

Where's Mortius?

He said they were going to ramble on to other digs.

They just fucking left?

He told me to wait with you because I was going to be here

anyway, waiting for my dad.

Right, you're the hot chick that broke us in.

I don't get those guys.

Couldn't they just wake me up?

My bike got stolen earlier this week.

My life is so fucked right now.

[burps] Probably at Rowan's house.

Rowan doesn't have a brain.

We used to fuck, but he reminded me of Grover

from Sesame Street, which made me like constantly disassociate

and think about my parents, who kind of suck, so no more Rowan.

Sorry, I'm still kind of fucked right now.

BETH-ANN: It's OK.

I love your outfit.

I would dress like that, but all the shit my parents

buy me is stupid, and then I feel stupid, so.

I think you--

What?

Look beautiful.

Are you a fucking freshman?

No, I don't go to school.

I just-- I just live here.

In town?

Sort of.

How old are you?

20.

Whoa.

You look way younger.

You also look like several ages all

meshed into this beautiful woman-shaped thing.

You're still waiting for your dad?

He's on his way.

He should be here, but he's on his way.

That's really wholesome, except the fact that he's

meeting you in this weird dungeon, which is

a little sketchy, but whatever.

Mortius thinks we should host an orgy here.

I'm not going to let that happen.

We like exploring places.

Like old buildings?

One time, we stole all this furniture from a children's

hospital outside of Pittsburgh.

It caught on fire, the hospital, not the furniture.

So it was shut down and stuff, so.

We didn't even need to break anything to get in.

You like live together?

Yeah, we got bookshelves and a hot plate, two cots,

these cool lava lamps we found, water cooler, speakers.

Where?

I'm not really allowed to tell anyone.

Actually?

Only one other guy knows, but he doesn't

have any friends, so it's OK.

Is your dad like a fucking spy or something?

He sells stuff.

Like what?

Mainly things people have forgotten about and don't

need anymore or sometimes don't realize

they don't need anymore.

So you guys break in all over campus.

Kind of, yeah.

Fuck.

You probably know this place better than I do.

I don't know about that.

Seriously, what's the coolest place

you've ever been on campus?

Like somewhere I've never been.

Never would be allowed to go.

Do you want to see?

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Some faggot called the cops.

Did you shoot the incel?

No!

Well, some faggot back there called the cops!

Like they haven't been up in our asses

all week with that doomsday fella.

You going to shoot me, too?

I didn't-- he shot himself!

[scoffs] Of course he did.

See?

That dude killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

He killed the incel!

No fucking way.

Mortius would fucking flip over this place.

So would my friend Ultra.

She would make them turn it into a community

center or something.

I'm going to send it to her.

This is Ultra.

She's so down to Earth.

She's like lower than the Earth.

She's always posting about how the college hates poor people.

What's your Instagram?

I don't have a phone.

Holy shit.

That's like-- that's really beautiful.

I would do the same thing, but my parents

make me have one for safety.

Guys are repulsive, even a supposedly

woke place like this.

This is where I like to sit.

A lot of little birdies get trapped in here.

I bet if someone tried to attack you,

you'd fuck them up with your bolt

cutters and your big-ass arms.

Maybe.

You don't get how cool it is that you're

cut off from all of this?

I feel like people who have phones turn into their phones.

Like sometimes I just feel like a big-ass phone.

I'm guessing your dad doesn't have one.

He saw some bad things in the war,

and he kind of cut us off from the material world.

Like Afghanistan?

Earlier than that.

And where's your mom?

She split before I could talk.

We don't even have pictures of her.

Do you remember her?

Mm-mm.

Damn.

It doesn't stress you out that he can't be reached, like,

in an emergency or something?

No.

Even on nights like tonight?

I just wait.

And what do you think about?

Sometimes I pretend that when I blink,

time gets a little faster.

If only.

It's my dad's.

Waiting makes me feel like a piece of clothing.

Like someone else decides when I put on an emotion.

I hate feeling time go by.

Maybe you should try religion.

My dad says it's for people who don't have ego, which is good.

Or a sense of self, which is not.

Is your dad a professor?

He studied religion, I think.

And why did he go to war?

To learn about people, he said.

Who goes to war to learn about people?

My dad, I guess.

I don't think you have an ego.

I don't even think you have a sense of self.

You know, what do you do, other than worship your dad?

I look at people like you passing by,

and I think you're all going places I never will.

And I hate you all for reasons I make up.

Please don't feel shitty or lonely--

'Cause I see you guys.

I watch you when you get here.

You meet each other.

You get drunk.

You have these lives like adults.

Trust me, you're way more adult than any of us.

No, I'm fucking not.

[crying] I'm sorry.

I'll be OK.

Oh, my God.

Was that--

No.

Please.

Please.

I like it.

You're not 20, are you?

How old are you?

I'm 16.

OK, I think it's time I go.

You don't want to go back and meet my dad?

Maybe some other time.

Can I kiss you again?

Please?

I-- please.

Sure.

I really need to go.

This is me.

OK.

I hope your dad is waiting for you when you get back.

I can't help but feel like I did something really fucked up.

And I'm sorry.

Can I come in with you?

No.

I'm sorry.

[indistinct speech]

And it was like, I swear, I was overflowing at both holes,

throwing my guts up.

And my dad had to come over.

And I was like crying out.

Like, I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

It was like, I could've died.

And it was just something about, like, this, like,

this strange, like, slightly muddled white color of a toilet

bowl that was just like--

like, I felt like it was, like, talking to me.

And I had this, like, weird, like, metaphysical, like,

pre-conscious moment with the toilet bowl

where, like, it was insane.

Like, it just felt, like, horrifying, but like kind

of beautiful experience.

Oh, my bad, bro.

And it was just--

I don't even--

I don't even know.

♪ I tried to climb from the cellar ♪

♪ Got my hands all plugged full of splinters ♪

♪ When I looked at you, I felt a little bit lighter ♪

♪ But none of it matters anymore ♪

♪ No, it doesn't ♪

♪ All my words came to nothing ♪

♪ I woke up in the winter like a starving frog in a blizzard ♪

♪ My hands don't shake when I drag that razor ♪

♪ But looking at you makes me falter ♪

♪ No, it doesn't ♪

♪ I think about turtles in the summer ♪

♪ Butterflies drink from their eyes ♪

Oh, ho, ho, what up, little lady?

Sorry for the frontal exposure.

Millah lives in a substance-free hall,

if you could believe that one.

So usually everyone's asleep by 10:00 PM,

but there's not anyone here right now anyway.

What a fucking night, though, right?

[laughs]

[knocking]

You ever find your dad?

BETH-ANN: Not yet.

He'll turn up.

You're too much of a little sweetheart.

He probably loves you more than anything in the world.

That's what we're all looking for, right?

Everything else is a fucking lie.

You got to hold on to what's true, you know?

I was actually-- I was just reading this thing about how

the condoms they gave out in World War II

were the best condoms ever made in the history of condoms.

So I was going to try one of my homemades on Millah,

but she wouldn't go for it.

She's too, uh, rich.

Yeah.

Hey, Millah.

She forgot to give me her ID.

Millah!

If she fell asleep while I was in the bathroom,

I'm going to huff and I'm going to puff until I

do something to this door.

I don't know.

Millah!

Millah, I'm out here buck naked.

Millah, if you make me go all the way back to Kipton

with my dick out, I'll get raped by rednecks.

Millah, are you fucking with me?

No one likes rape.

Hey!

MILLAH: What?

That bolt cutter chick, she was waiting for you, so.

MILLAH: Paint better be fucking water-based.

Yeah.

Hey!

[music playing]

Hey!

Your dad around?

Fuck off!

Answer my question, honey.

He's not!

Now fuck off!

Ease up.

It's important.

Tell your dad to come around and see me.

No games!

Well, I haven't fucking seen him, so you

can tell him yourself, cunt.

Fuck it.

Holy shit.

Lock the door.

Things got really, really fucked up with Jose.

I promise I'll explain everything.

But right now, we need to go.

I packed your things.

What's happening?

What's wrong?

Why do we have to go?

I promise I'll explain everything,

but we need to leave here right now.

And then what?

And then what?

Beth-Ann, we do not have time for this.

Answer me.

We keep going, build a new home someplace better.

America is a big place.

We'll have options.

I promise everything will be OK.

Beth-Ann, I know this is scary, but before you know it,

we'll find someplace extraordinary.

Let me show you something.

Look at this.

We'll be able to buy a van like we've talked about.

I'll deck it out with blankets and two beds.

I'll even throw a curtain down the middle

so you can have your own space.

We'll go wherever we want, just the two of us,

with no one to fuck with our world.

What-- what is happening?

I feel like my head's been pulled off,

and I'm seeing everything all fucked and spun around.

I don't know anything about people or anything.

All I know is that you--

Is that such a bad thing?

Haven't I done right by us?

We're invisible.

Which, trust me, is the way you want to be.

I'm just a big, ugly, stupid, fucking kid who

scrounges and steals and lies.

No one's going to know me.

I don't even think there's a single picture of me.

This is the picture of you.

No one's going to remember me.

Just you.

What happens when you die?

Beth-Ann, those people who don't notice you,

they come and go and come and go and grow old

and forget about each other.

Pictures?

They forget about each other before they've

even met because people don't matter to each other anymore.

So they need pictures and phones to convince

themselves they even exist.

They're just vehicles for selfishness and loneliness,

things to be fucked and shit on and pitted against

each other, commodified things.

But not us.

Because I have you, and you have me.

You say you know isolation.

I'm telling you, you don't, not until you've gone out and tried

to live in that merciless, fucked capitalist matrix

they've made.

That world needs your loneliness because the worse it

makes you feel, the more you go out

and buy their meaningless shit.

You think we're poor and invisible?

Then I say yes.

And we've escaped the world's biggest

fucking monster because of it.

And I know because I've seen it, stared

into its fire spitting mouth!

But Beth-Ann, we are right back under its nose.

And if you want to continue to escape it,

we need to leave here right now.

Why?

Jose is dead.

And the police are going to come here.

And if they do, you will never see me again.

That's a promise.

Did you kill him?

He shot himself.

It was an accident.

Is that his money?

Yes.

Did you want the fucking cops to take it?

So you didn't do anything?

Beth-Ann, I promise I will tell you everything,

but I am begging you, we need to leave here right now.

Okay.

Okay.

[siren]

And you're sure it's the same guy, sir?

Yeah.

Come on and join us.

Yeah.

I haven't seen her in a week, at least.

That's how it happens sometimes.

And I'll see one and not the other.

Is she armed?

I doubt it.

Hello?

This ain't even locked.

It's like I said.

She's in there.

That's how they do.

Little girl!

Little lady!

I need you to remain calm.

Take this.

What do I do?

Hide it on yourself.

Just do as I fucking say.

Now listen to me.

There is no other way out.

Do you hear?

What will you do?

If there were, I would take it.

But there is no other way.

I need you to move back and climb on the bed.

Dad.

Just fucking do it.

MAN: Honey!

Could you open the door and come on out?

Nobody's going to hurt you.

Now when I run out of here, you need to follow me,

and don't look back.

BETH-ANN: You're scaring me.

MAN: Honey.

It's OK to be scared.

Just plug your ears.

Dad, no, no.

Please, Dad.

We're coming out.

Fuck, that's him!

Weapons out!

BETH-ANN: Please.

Please.

OFFICER: I need you to surrender yourself.

Right away.

BETH-ANN: Please!

Please, Dad!

OFFICER: Get back!

Grenade!

JEANNIE: Get down!

[explosion]

OFFICER: Call an ambulance!

Jeannie!

Jeannie!

OFFICER: Call for backup!

Call for backup!

3972 radio, officer down.

OK, let's go.

[gunshots]

Stay down!

Stay down!

Don't move!

Stop!

Stop resisting.

[grunting]

Beth-Ann, this is federal agent Sam Wallace.

I flew in this afternoon from Virginia just to talk to you.

The man you call your father is headed to a holding

facility in Illinois.

Were you aware he was keeping explosives in the storage unit?

No.

I believe you.

That's what he said, too.

It's a miracle he's still breathing.

He'll either recover there in the hospital, or he won't.

I want to see him.

This is a lot of money.

How did the two of you come to possess it?

I said I want to see him.

You're not going to see that man again anytime soon.

Then I don't answer any of your questions.

I've been trying to find you two for a long time, especially

you.

I promise I'm only here to help.

You recognize those people?

BETH-ANN: No.

Not at all?

I said I don't recognize them.

Those are your grandparents.

They assumed guardianship.

My dad's parents?

Your mom's.

It's all right here.

This is a picture of your biological parents.

The man you've been living with is not your father.

To be frank, we thought you were dead.

Technically speaking, this case has been inactive for 12 years.

Both your grandparents have also since passed, or trust me,

they'd be here.

They left you something of an inheritance.

Not much, but something.

To find you in Ohio, of all places.

That little girl went missing 14 years ago.

That's you.

Your real name is Lily.

But what about my dad?

SAM: Your parents died--

My real dad.

I'm trying to tell you.

The man who raised me.

We had descriptions at the time you were taken,

but no one's ever been able to find

anything legally conclusive.

That said, that's Joshua Cherkis.

He was dishonorably discharged for desertion in 1991 following

two suicides in his unit.

Went missing, completely off the grid couple of years later.

Became a ghost.

If you ask me, he should be made a ghost

right now for what he did to you, but never mind that.

So that's it?

SAM: I can understand how this is.

Do you mind if I step outside for a second?

SAM: After all you've been through, you go right ahead.

Like the fella says, we got all the time in the world.