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(siren wails)

- Ash, put the fucking gun down!

Put it the fuck down!

(car tires squeal)

(ambulance siren squawks)

Get in the car, Ash?

(gun cocks)

Ash?

- [Dispatcher] Considered armed and dangerous.

All units, all units stand--

(gun fires)

(children laughing) (soft music)

(distant siren wails)

(car horns honk)

- She's dumb, too.

- Shut up.

- Hey, Taylor. Hey, Ashley.

- Hi, Cathy.

- You guys skipped class again?

- Yeah, we had stuff to do.

- [Cathy] So, what are you doing tomorrow?

- [Taylor] Maybe guitar lessons.

- [Cathy] Ah.

- [Taylor] I'll just hang out with him.

- Yeah, why?

- He's a friend.

- Ow, knock it off, Ashley, you jerk!

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

I hate your friend, I don't know

why you hang out with him.

I gotta go.

Are you gonna be in school tomorrow?

- I don't know. Maybe.

- Hope so.

- See ya.

(barge honks horn)

- [Ashley] You know she's going

to that other school next year

- Who cares?

No matter what happens, we're best friends forever.

(both spit in hands)

(acoustic guitar )

♪ Find that look still in your eyes ♪

♪ What can I say ♪

♪ Holding back the kid inside of you ♪

♪ Feelings left with no disguise ♪

♪ Can't hide away ♪

♪ All we've shared I thought would get us through ♪

♪ What we have to change ♪

♪ It's clear we're not the same ♪

♪ The trouble we uncovered ♪

♪ Hopeless dreams ♪

♪ So far away, girl, you and I ♪

♪ Cried so hard till nothin' we could do ♪

♪ All that's left ♪

♪ From yesterday ♪

♪ Excuses why ♪

♪ The road's too long ♪

♪ It's time for something new ♪

♪ What we have to change ♪

♪ It's clear we're not the same ♪

♪ The trouble we uncovered ♪

♪ What we had to change ♪

♪ We are not to blame ♪

♪ Stop fighting with each other ♪

♪ And what we had to change ♪

♪ It's clear we're not the same ♪

♪ The trouble we uncovered ♪

♪ What we had to change ♪

♪ We are not to blame ♪

♪ Stop fighting with each other ♪

♪ And what we had to change ♪

♪ It's clear we're not the same ♪

♪ The trouble we uncovered ♪

♪ And what we had to change ♪

♪ We are not to blame ♪

♪ Stop fighting with each other ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

- The guy might be on to something,

lizards notwithstanding.

- What are you talkin' about?

- The lizards, the shape-shifters.

The alien?

You're not fucking listening

-to me, are you? - No, I'm not listening.

- Well, if you're not interested, just fucking say so.

I'm not going to bat for the lizard people.

I just think it's kinda odd

that 38 out of the 45 presidents

have all been related by blood.

- Yeah, it's odd.

What about this?

- What do I look like, a hairdresser?

- It's good, it's discreet, uh...

- It's gay. - You're gay.

- (chuckles) No, we need something tough, with balls.

Like this.

Yeah, the OJ escape vehicle.

(tires squeal)

- "The Beef State." (chuckles)

The Beef State it is.

(tires squeal)

- So, uh, why Connecticut?

Why here?

- 'Cause Dickson said so.

- Said the air is plum.

- Since when do we take his advice?

- Since now.

He says he wants us to meet some jewel guy.

Fast Bobby.

- Fast Bobby?

That's so cliche, "Fast Bobby."

(bright music on radio)

- You ever think about the kind

of people that live in these places?

- Heck yes.

- This is Fairfield County,

one of the richest communities in America.

Guy works so fuckin' hard

to get a house like this.

Big fuckin' house.

Beautiful wife, kids.

Pool, car.

Guy works so fuckin' hard, the poor bastard

never gets to see his family

They just end up resenting him.

- That's the American Dream, man.

- Yeah, exactly

(Ash sighs) (Taylor sighs)

Shit. Just got an idea.

- So, let me get this straight...

I pick one of them up,

go to her place in her car,

you follow in the truck...

- You unlock the door, I sneak in while

you're hittin' it upstairs...

- Oh, wait, hold on,

how do you know there's an upstairs?

- I doubt she lives in a split-level ranch.

So, you let me in-- - No, no.

- You wait outside, I'll case the joint,

see what's portable, meet you later.

- Well, what am I supposed to do?

- I don't know.

Read a book.

(makes kissing noise)

- Think Oedipus. (mellow music)

Think you could do it?

- Yeah, be like bangin' your mother. (scoffs)

- I don't know.

What do you think?

- I think they're sauced.

- Agreed.

(patrons chattering)

- [Woman] No, well, listen,

I picked up three...

- Hello, ladies.

- (gasps) Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry.

We didn't see you standing there, um...

- Joy, Constance, another round of cosmos?

- I'm ready.

- Oh, and can you get us fresh lime juice, please?

Thank you. - Um...

I'll go get you those. - Extra dirty.

- Okay.

- [Woman] Come on, don't...

(women chuckle)

- Well, we have to engage the enemy on their own territory.

Blend in.

All right, think of a place where they travel in packs.

- Parks.

- Malls.

- AA, Al-Anon.

(both chuckle)

- Little League or soccer games.

- It's the middle of March.

All right, hockey moms. - Hockey moms.

(people cheering)

(spectator whistles)

Hey, man, my business.

- Go get her, tiger.

(crowd cheering)

- Hey, which one's yours?

- 27, come on, Josh!

- Mine's 14.

On the other team.

Those little bastards, tough as nails.

- You look awfully young to have a pee-wee.

- Well, so do you.

I was, uh, 20 when Joey was born.

Then his mother died.

Tragically.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- [Man] Can I help you?

- Oh, your kid.

He's good.

Real solid.

- Well, thanks, but which one's yours?

- Uh, he's on the green team.

- Ah, no kidding.

Well, what's his number?

Because I know all the kids on Josh's team.

- You know what?

I forgot Joey's, uh, medications.

Asthma.

Excuse me, uh...

- Leave him alone.

(spectators cheering)

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Which one's yours?

- Oh, no, um,

I don't have any.

I'm here with a friend. She has two.

You?

- Um...

- (laughing) I'm sorry

Karen. - Hey, Taylor

Nice to meet you.

- I haven't seen you around here before.

- Yeah, no, I'm just visiting my uncle.

I'm, uh, I'm a hockey fan,

- Oh. (both chuckle)

Well, what's so funny?

- It's, it's cold in here.

- Yeah, it's an ice rink.

- Yeah, I know, it's just colder in here than it is outside.

- (chuckles) It's so funny how two strangers

manage to talk about the weather,

even when they're indoors.

- It's absurd, isn't it?

- No, it's not absurd.

It's just typical.

Do you want to grab a cup of coffee--

- Yeah.

- Whoa, easy there, chief,

- Sorry.

- Nice stick you got here.

- Yeah, I know.

- Smart-ass.

- Coach Bradley doesn't like it when we're late.

- Coach Bradley, huh?

- [Child] Please can I get my stick?

- Here you go.

Get out of here.

- What are you doing here?

- Me?

Just a hockey fan.

- Fan? - Yeah.

Go Penguins.

Now get in there. Give 'em hell.

- Who?

I don't know. Whoever you're playing against.

You got skills, don't ya?

- Well, Coach Bradley doesn't think so.

- Coach Bradley's an idiot.

Look, how old are you?

- I'm 11. May 13th.

- Right.

So, if Coach Bradley

really knows dick about hockey,

what's he doing coaching a bunch of 10-year-olds?

- I don't know.

- Does he ever put you in the games?

- Never.

- And who does he put in every single game?

- (sighs) Evan.

- [Ashley] Evan who?

- Evan Bradley.

- Yeah, I know Coach Bradley.

I know all the Coach Bradleys.

- Wait, do you really think I've got skills?

- Fuck yeah.

- What's your name?

- Ashley, you?

- Tracy.

- Sweet.

Bet you got a lot of shit for that back in school, huh?

Have a seat.

- So, what do you do?

- I'm in school.

Well, I was in school.

Columbia.

Takin' a break.

- In, in Connecticut?

- Well, my uncle's here, and he works for the airlines,

so, uh, I get to travel a lot.

- God, I used to love to travel.

- I went to Italy a couple of years ago

Not Florence, I was in Tuscany.

- Um, but Florence is in Tuscany, no?

- Yeah, so stupid.

I was, uh...

I was down south.

- Oh.

- Great place, great pasta.

- Uh-huh.

- You're not some kind of child molester, are you?

- If I was a child molester, would I tell you about it?

- Good point.

- Might want to keep your eye on Coach Bradley, though.

Care to join me?

- My mom says cigarettes are bad for you.

- It's not a cigarette.

- It's not?

- Nope.

- Well, I don't know.

My mom says that--

- "My mom says ehh..."

No peer pressure, man,

If you don't want it, no big deal.

- Well, if it's not a cigarette...

- Attaboy.

Hit it just like this.

And hold it in.

(Tracy gagging, coughing)

Nice try.

Why didn't you give yourself

a fuckin' PhD while you're at it?

Columbia.

What a dick. (laughing)

- She was cool, man.

- Who cares?

Give me the details.

- I'm just sayin', I liked her.

We clicked, she was cool.

- I'm very fuckin' happy for ya.

Details.

- Look, there are no...

There are no details

She had to go. She got a call.

Some kid went nuts.

Started getting into all these fights at the hockey rink.

- (chuckles) Well, can't you fight in hockey?

- They're kids.

- Kids don't have to learn how to fight?

Well, when are you gonna see her again?

- Tomorrow night.

(crickets chirping)

- Hi.

Um, hey, hi. (laughing)

- Just stop.

You look fuckin' hot.

- Thank you.

Thanks.

From, from now on,

you should, um, probably come in

through the, through the back

I'm, I'm just afraid the neighbors...

I always keep the door unlocked.

- Right, is that safe?

- Oh, absolutely, around here, yeah.

So, um, do you like mojitos?

- Sounds tasty.

- (chuckles) Good, good.

So, make yourself comfortable.

Um, put on some music if you'd like.

(soft dramatic music)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Where are you going?

- I gotta get up early tomorrow.

See my uncle.

- Will I see you again?

- [Taylor] Yeah.

- I hope so.

It's so wrong, it's wrong.

(blonde woman chuckling)

I just...

You know. Jerry.

- Mmm. - I mean, Jerry.

- Jerry.

- He can be-- - A prick?

- Actually, I was gonna say "detached."

- Oh, yeah, there's that.

- (chuckles) Oh, God.

What am I defending him for?

It's his fault.

- Well, I say enjoy it.

- And I...

I just wanted to feel something,

you know, anything.

- Jesus, Karen, when's the last time you had sex?

- Emma, everything with you has to go back to sex.

- Well.

- I wanted to feel close to someone.

- A month?

Two months?

- Emma.

Look, I'm not rationalizing this.

It's cheating, and I feel awful about it.

I do.

(both laughing)

Oh, my God, have I become that desperate?

- Six months?

- Maybe more.

- Oh, my God.

- And I'm sure it hasn't been

that long for Jerry, though.

- No, I'm sure it hasn't.

So, tell me, when, how, where?

- Well, I told him (laughs)

that I would leave the light on for him.

- The light?

- You know, to let him know

that Jerry's away and... (snickers)

And he can come in.

- All right, if you could live anywhere in the world,

where would it be?

- Paris, you?

- Tijuana.

(both chuckle)

Cheap booze.

- If you could only eat one kind of food,

what would it be?

- Uh...

- Like Italian, Japanese, Chinese...

- Burgers.

- American?

- Yeah.

- Huh, interesting. - You?

- Japanese.

- I don't like that.

Raw fish?

I mean, fish is meant to be cooked.

(soft music)

(Karen chuckling)

- I think I'm getting nicely drunk.

- I think after we leave here

we should, like, go to the beach or something, you know?

Go jet-skiing and paragliding and you know,

shrimp cocktails and stuff.

Ta-da!

What do you think?

- Don't we look special!

- Thank you.

- Think we can do some actual work tonight?

- We?

Uh, yeah, okay.

- Don't forget to hit that shit.

(imitates whip cracking)

(water rushing)

- Hey, boy.

So how's your uncle?

- He's good.

- Where did you say he lived again?

- Uh, I didn't.

- Ah.

- But, uh, he lives close.

- And is your friend staying with you?

- My friend?

- From the other day at the ice rink.

- Yeah, Ashley.

- Ashley, right. - Yep.

- Hmm.

- So, uh, where's your husband?

- He's away on business.

- Right.

What's he do?

- He's an investment banker.

- Wow, cool. - Mm-hmm, I guess.

- Any kids?

- Just one.

Mm, mm, mm.

(soft music)

Taylor?

- [Taylor] Yeah?

Yeah, I'm just going to get some water.

- Would you get me some, too?

- What the fuck are you doin' here, man?

- Gettin' somethin' to eat.

- This is crazy, come on.

- How'd it go?

This is dog shit

- I got it out of the bottom of her jewelry box.

It's stuff she wouldn't miss right away.

- Where's the Winston, the Yurman, the Bulgari?

- That's Ripka.

- This is Ripka, too.

It's the Armani Exchange of Armani.

At least she got some real pearls.

Although those synthetics

they make nowadays are almost exact.

Did you know that pearls dissolve in wine?

That's wine, Hamlet.

- It's cold.

- I was in the middle of an anecdote.

- Yeah.

You always are.

- You two seem to be doing just fine for yourselves.

- [Dickson] We certainly are.

- Yeah, this town was ready to get tapped.

- Yeah. - What did I tell you, Taylor?

- You told us. - I told you.

- Taylor even got a girlfriend out of the whole deal.

- Oh, fuck you.

(Ash giggling)

- No, he's fuckin' crazy about this bitch.

For real.

- It's all part of the scam.

- Yeah, right. - Oh, yeah. (laughing)

- Fuck you, too.

- So sensitive.

- All right, enough.

Where we goin'? - Can't fuckin' take it.

- In here.

- [Ashley] Hey!

Whoa, nice place, Dicky!

- I know. - All right, so, uh,

what's the deal with unloading this shit?

- [Dickson] Fast Bobby, Taylor, Fast Bobby.

- Yo! - Fast Bobby!

- Fast Bobby!

- Okay, look, if you guys want

immediate cash, it's gotta be Fast Bobby, all right?

Period.

- Okay, okay, just don't fuck us.

- Yeah, don't worry.

You know what, you guys just relax.

Let's have a couple drinks, do a couple of lines.

It's all gonna be okay. - Pass the bottle.

(rapid music)

(distorted speech)

- [Ashley] Jesus Christ.

- Hey, Dickson.

- Boys, Fast Bobby.

- Wait a minute.

You're Fast Bobby?

- What were you expecting?

- Pfft, I don't know, something with a dick.

- Sorry, don't listen to him.

Uh, just not somebody as attractive as yourself.

It's an honor to meet you.

- Likewise.

- Let's just get on with it.

- I know about your scam.

Impressive.

Dangerous.

And so boring. (laughing)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's not as easy as it sounds.

Hockey moms are tough, baby.

- What did you call me?.

- Baby.

- Fuck this.

Take it to a pawn shop and get your usual 10%.

- All right, all right!

Cool it guys, can we just, can we get this over with, please?

- He's a smarter one.

- Well, fuck this shit.

We're not amateurs, we're professional thieves.

- Sit down, just listen.

- I'm all you have.

- Yeah, can we just, can we do this, please?

- Let's have a look.

This is it?

This is shit.

- What the fuck is it with bitches and jewelry?

(Bobby speaking foreign language)

- Baby.

(Bobby speaking foreign language)

- What'd she say to me? - It's not good.

Way to go.

Fucked this up, too.

(soft music)

- Good for you for looking out for yourself for once.

- I know, it's just...

I'm not...

- Like me?

- That's not fair.

- (scoffing) What's not fair?

I don't care.

It's fine, it's just sex.

For me, maybe not for you.

- Give me one of those.

- What?

- You quit. - Emma,

Jesus Christ, it's the least

of my problems right now.

- Okay.

So what about his friend from the hockey rink?

What's his name?

- Emma!

- What?

What, you have the monopoly on being lonely, now, Karen?

What's his name?

- Ashley. - Ashley?

Sounds, uh, artistic.

- Apparently, he hangs out downtown at the cafe.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- What, what's wrong?

- I don't know how long I can keep this up.

- So leave the light off.

- Hmm.

- (snorting) Just a couple more minutes, man.

- What the fuck for?

She's not gonna turn on your precious little light.

Probably fucked some sense into her.

- Fine, go.

- What? - Go!

- Oh, really?

All right.

Go party by myself.

Have fun walking home.

(lively house music)

Nice, lap dances?

I'm next.

Dicksonam, I chach?

- You better square with her

before you deal with me.

- I don't generally kiss ass, but...

I just wanna apologize.

Now, when I first met you,

I know I came off as, like, a jerk.

It's just that you're so beautiful.

I guess I was intimidated.

Come on, what d'you say?

Please?

- You're lucky.

Never get the second chance with me.

- Well, I appreciate it.

Now, can I please have some cocaine?

- Now, how you plannin' on payin' for this?

- Relax, we got some ladies lined up.

They got more jewels than the Queen Mother.

- (laughing) I haven't done this since, um...

I haven't done this since college.

- I'm sure it hasn't changed much.

(Emma snorting)

(Emma coughs)

Since way back then. (Emma giggling)

- Oh, fuck you.

If I remember correctly.

- Ah, yes.

- Not very good.

- Mmm, ew.

(mellow music)

What's that one?

- It's a dragon. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- I'm a dragon.

I'm a fire-breathing dragon.

- Mm...

There are two of them.

- That's my partner.

My friend.

Taylor.

We've known each other forever.

and it's a long story.

(passionate strings)

- There you are.

- Hey.

So, uh, th-that must be your daughter.

- Yeah, April.

- How old is she?

- 19.

- Wow.

You were young when you had her.

- I was 18.

- Where's your first husband now?

- He's dead.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- It was a long time ago, I don't wanna talk about it.

- Where is she now?

- She's in school.

Any more questions?

- Sorry.

I'm just tryin' to make conversation.

- I'm tired.

- Hey, can I just go?

- Do what you want.

- Oh, shit.

That little stoner Tracy scored two goals last week.

- I think I got frostbite, you fucker.

- Sorry, buddy.

I, uh, had to take care of something.

Next time, you should walk.

- Where were you?

- Had a date.

- With Fast Bobby?

- No, with your, uh, old lady's friend

from the hockey rink.

- [Taylor] Think that's a good idea?

- Who cares?

- Well, hey.

Least you got laid.

It's been a couple months.

- Easy.

- Now, listen, I, uh, was thinking a couple more days,

and then we hit the road.

What do you think?

- Sure.

Then we can clean 'em both out.

- Wake up!

Get up!

- What the fuck?

- Hey, I got you some coffee.

Here.

- (sighs) What the fuck, bro?

- Come on, get up!

Let's go fuck around, man, have a good time.

- For real?

- Yeah.

(Ash laughing) (bright music)

- Whoa, whoa!

Check this shit out, bro.

Oh, I got it!

♪ All the cuts and the scars ♪

♪ Of passion I sweat ♪

- [Taylor] Here we go.

♪ Generates thoughts in our minds ♪

Check it out

♪ See every where we go ♪

- Ow, fuck!

♪ Voices in my head ♪

That fuckin' hurt!

♪ Get on one crazy long ride ♪

♪ Now we're holding all the cards ♪

♪ Rolling right along ♪

♪ Realize how we can run free ♪

♪ Forced a smile on your face ♪

♪ Today we'll have fun ♪

♪ Laughing so hard we can't see ♪

♪ For I can't help myself 'cause I burn deep inside ♪

♪ You look down on things that I've done ♪

♪ Asking why you can't stay ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ As I reach for the moon in the sky ♪

♪ Searching the crowd ♪

♪ No little hold ♪

♪ Remember how far we have come ♪

♪ For without you I'm lost ♪

♪ Those lonely days cold ♪

♪ Shined upon me, you're my sun ♪

♪ Now I'm floating in the wind ♪

♪ Towns we roll through ♪

♪ Fame is a hard hill to climb ♪

♪ For with you I can share so much to lose ♪

♪ Dreams I hope one day we'll find ♪

♪ For I can't help myself 'cause I burn deep inside ♪

♪ You look down on things that I've done ♪

♪ Asking why you can't stay ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ As I reach for the moon in the sky ♪

- Yeah.

(Ash yelling)

This place is fucking crazy, you know?

- Fuckin' creep built this.

Huwah! (chuckling)

Oh, shit.

Uh, Taylor, this is Satan.

Satan, this is Taylor.

- Hey, nice to meet you.

- Pleasure's all mine. (laughing)

Oh, shit.

(evil cackling)

Fuck!

(ducks quacking)

(slingshot snaps)

(soft music)

(slingshot snaps) (ducks squawk)

- Oh! (chuckles)

(slingshot snaps) Ah!

They should be fuckin' thankin' us,

kissin' our fuckin' asses.

Who needs that fuckin' shit?

You know, why'd he wanna fuckin' live like that,

fuckin' walking around on the streets all fuckin' dirty...

- Shut up.

- What? - Shut up.

(solemn music)

- Who are you?

- I'm sorry, I thought--

- What are you doing here?

Okay, look, you want money, right?

- I'll give you

whatever you want - I don't want any money!

- Don't hurt me, no, no, no!

- No, wait, April!

- How do you know my name?

Oh.

You're him, right?

- Who's him?

- The guy who's banging my mom.

What are you, like 25?

- I'm 30.

- That's pathetic.

- Look, it's a long story.

You wouldn't understand.

- Explain it to me.

- I don't have to explain myself to you.

- Yeah, you do.

You entered my house uninvited.

Okay, I'll call the cops. (phone beeping)

- No you won't.

You won't do anything.

(door opens)

- April, we're back.

(indistinct)

April, did you leave the backdoor open?

- Uh, yeah, I guess I did.

I'm sorry.

- Sweetie, are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

We got Chinese, vegetarian for you.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

(wild club music) (patrons chattering)

- So where are you from, darling?

- My mother's vagina. - Ew, gross!

(group laughing)

- No-- - No, seriously.

So how you guys know Dickson?

- The three of us go way back.

- [Taylor] All the way back to Devonwood.

- That sounds fancy.

- If you like guards and dogs

and bars and stuff. (group laughs)

- [Ashley] We were on the polo team.

- Devonwood was a reform school.

- So are you two like brothers?

- Yeah, more like lovers. - Fuck you.

- Fuck you! (girls laughing)

- Fuck you! - Sure, I'll fuck you.

- We've got a Jacuzzi in our room.

Back the hell up.

- Hey, get out of here!

- Nice try. (women laughing)

- [DJ] What's goin' on here?

- Who the fuck are you?

- Well, I'm the fuckin' DJ here.

- Oh.

Well, then get l-l-lost.

(group laughs)

- Dickson, can you do me a favor

and get these two fuckwads outta here?

They were hittin' on my girl.

- Uh, your girl?

Take a walk.

- I'm spinnin' tonight.

- Oh, you're spinning.

Aw, jeez I guess we gotta find

someone else to press play, don't we?

Get the fuck out of here.

(woman snickers)

- Who's your dog? (laughs)

Who is that guy?

- That's my boyfriend.

(snickering) I'm serious.

- [Taylor] Lucky guy.

- How do you have that much energy?

- [Taylor] Uh, Energizer Bunny.

- [Ashley] Ready for the Jacuzzi?

- [Woman] I am so ready for the Jacuzzi.

- [Ashley] Oh.

(both laugh)

- Yo!

W-w-what up now, fuckwads?

- Yo, yo, yo, calm down, man.

Don't do anything stupid, listen...

- Don't fuckin' embarrass me! - Jesus!

- No, no, no you know, what?

You're right, man.

I know how you feel.

I was out of line, she's your girl.

It's happened to me.

You should go with him.

Come on, let's get out of here, Taylor.

(DJ grunts) (girl screams)

- [Girl] Stop it!

- Motherfuck! - Ow!

(both grunting)

- Fuck!

What the fuck!

Fuckin' gun!

Are you fucking crazy?

- All right, all right, enough!

- I'm fuckin' sorry!

- Fuck you! - Ow!

- [DJ] He's got a fucking gun!

- Get off of him!

Get off!

Ash, get the fuck off!

Fuck.

- Oh, baby, I'm sorry!

- Get the fuck outta here, right now!

- I'm sorry, okay?

- Come on. - I'm sorry, man.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you, get away--

- You're not coming with us?

- No! - Psycho!

(Ash spitting) (woman squeals)

- Fuck you! - Fuckin' bitches.

- I'm sorry.

- Get the fuck outta my face!

- Let's just go. - Oh, God...

- Fuck.

- Slow down, bro.

Taylor!

Taylor, what's wrong, man?

Yo, what's fuckin' wrong, bro?

- You're what's wrong!

- What are you talking about, man?

That motherfucker started this--

- It's not him!

It's everywhere we fucking go!

- Yo, you're fuckin' trippin', bro.

What's your fuckin' problem?

- I'm fuckin' tired of this!

It's everywhere, it's everything,

and every time, I get caught in the fucking middle.

It's like you against the whole fucking world, right?

- Nah.

It's us against the whole fucking world.

Come on, man.

You're just trippin', dude.

Come on, it's cool.

(tense music)

(women giggling)

- Dickson!

What the fuck is going on?

Where's your head?

You're smarter than this.

You see what they did to my DJ?

Enough with this dog-and-pig show.

- Pony.

It's "dog-and-pony show".

- Just fix this.

- Look, consequences, okay?

That's all I'm saying.

- Aw, just because I fucked up some punk-ass DJ?

- It's not just that, okay?

I mean, you can't be running red lights

when you're robbing banks.

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

- Look, I asked you guys to come east,

make a little money, okay,

maybe even eventually go legit.

Okay, but what do you do?

You fuck it up and throw it back in my face.

- Bullshit.

- No, it's not bullshit, okay.

You're reckless.

- You're damn straight.

(glass shattering)

(hip hop music)

- Hey, Mom.

- Hi.

- Can I borrow the car?

- Where are you going?

- Just out for coffee.

- Would you like some company?

- Well, I'm kinda meeting someone.

- A boy?

- (sighs) Yeah.

(soft music)

- So when do we get to meet him?

- We're not quite there yet.

♪ Days that pass now I can't sleep ♪

♪ You're always on my mind ♪

♪ So in love my world just doesn't move ♪

♪ Wrap my arms around the one ♪

♪ I know I'll never find ♪

♪ A pretty little angel such as you ♪

♪ Hold me now ♪

♪ The ocean's getting high ♪

♪ Each day that passes I want you more and more ♪

♪ Spin me around all these feelings deep inside ♪

♪ I hope in the end we'll finally share them all ♪

♪ I hope in the end we will finally share them all ♪

♪ I hope in the end we will finally share them all ♪

(telephone rings)

(beeping)

- Hello?

- [Taylor] Hi.

- Who is this?

- [Taylor] Oh, I think you know who it is.

- Your timing's a bit off.

Mama Bear's not in right now.

- [Taylor] I wasn't calling for her.

I was calling for you.

- What do you want?

- [Taylor] Not sure, but uh...

I think I want to see you.

- Why?

- [Taylor] I don't know.

Why not?

- Wow, that's a wonderful argument.

Uh, I'll think about it.

(distant rapid music)

- Shit. (laughs)

- I took those right out of her fuckin' ears.

- Mmm.

- Look what the cat dragged in.

Where's your partner?

- He's, uh, he's not here.

- I can see.

I thought you were a team.

- We are.

- Maybe someone needs to start looking for a new partner.

- I think someone needs to mind their own fucking business.

- What do you have for me?

Now I'm happy.

Very happy.

- I'll be happy too once I get paid.

- I'm thinking 9,000 for all of it.

- 10.

Okay, nine it is.

Thank you, very much.

- You're welcome.

- Oh, hell yeah!

- [April] So.

What are we doing?

- [Taylor] Takin' a walk.

- Yeah?

And what about my mom?

- Yeah, uh...

You gonna tell her?

- Tell her what?

I mean there's nothing to tell.

What are you gonna tell her?

- Nothing for me to tell anymore either.

- Oh.

So. (laughs)

What do you do?

- I uh...

I steal stuff.

- And that's it? - Yeah.

That and get busted for it.

Pretty cool, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

I stole something once.

Got busted for it.

- I've been here before.

I know that bridge.

- [April] Yeah, it's pretty old.

I think it was built in, like, 1911

by an architect from, uh, Prague.

Yeah, I saw a picture once.

from when they were just building it,

you know, and everything around it looked so

just wild and untouched. (soft music)

It was kind of haunting, really.

Nothing looks like that anymore, you know?

It's all developed.

- Not everywhere.

- Yeah, I guess.

So where'd you grow up?

- All over the place.

- Hmm.

I've never been there.

- You should go.

- Yeah.

Maybe I'll stop by.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Character] No!

Up there... (cartoon music)

- Got a little surprise for you.

(laughs) Ready?

- He's cute. - Taylor.

This is Candice. (laughs)

(Candice laughs)

I doubt that's her real name. (sniffs)

Huh, bro?

Just like old times.

That's the Jacuzzi I told you about.

- (laughs) Hot!

- What do you say, dog?

(Candice and Ash laugh)

- So, we gonna party?

- Taylor?

What's up, bro?

- [Candice] We gonna party?

(Candice moans)

- Shut the fuck up.

You know what?

Here.

Take this fucking money. - Pssh!

Yeah, you guys have fun together.

- Go!

Fucking...

Dude, what's wrong with you?

Yeah, you'd rather watch fucking cartoons, dude?

(furniture smashes)

This fucking moody shit's getting a little old.

(smashing)

That cunt's clouding your judgment.

(muffled music on headphones)

(funk instrumental)

(singer vocalizing)

How's it going, man?

Hey.

Nice barn.

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm workin'.

- Working?

Workin' on what?

Your golf swing?

- No, I, uh, met Karen's daughter.

She's got some rich friends.

I thought we could hit them, too, you know?

- I like the way you think.

Regular entrepreneur.

- [April] Taylor?

- Ashley.

But I'm sure my esteemed colleague

has told you all about me.

He's told me all about you.

Well, I better run.

You two lovebirds have a swell time.

Been a pleasure meeting you, April.

You certainly are a lovely young woman.

- Who was that?

- Just an old friend.

(mirthless chuckle) (solemn music)

Nobody.

- (laughs nervously) Yeah.

(soft music)

Wow.

This is cool.

- [April] Yeah.

It's my favorite spot.

(April laughs)

- (laughs) What's so funny?

- Nothing.

- So, uh...

What do we do now?

- I haven't really thought that far ahead.

Which is funny, 'cause usually that's all I do.

Think ahead.

- I try not to think at all.

- Well, look where it got me.

In the barn, with my mother's lovah. (laughing)

I guess I'm just starting to feel...

Stuck, you know?

- Why?

This is great.

- Look around you.

I mean, seriously, look at everyone.

They're slaving away for houses, cars, stock options.

They're completely dying inside, and for what?

In 30, 40 years, what's the sun gonna set on?

This...

It's like a mundane lockdown.

- You're startin' to sound like my friend.

(soft tense music)

- I don't think I'm too keen on your friend.

- Yeah.

I don't blame you.

I don't really like him sometimes, either.

- So why you with him?

- He's all I got.

- That's sad. - You're sad.

- So what happened to you?

- What happened to me.

Let's see...

Well, I never knew my dad.

Didn't really know my mom.

She was a hippie.

They fucked, they had me,

and they never gave a shit about me.

And she dropped me on my head

when I was six months old.

I know, fuckin' ridiculous.

I got a dent, right here.

It's flat, feel it.

And I'm a thief.

And I fuck people over.

- How's that workin' out for ya?

- Pretty good, I guess.

- Yeah?

Brought you here?

For what?

- Just tryin' to get by.

(bullets clicking)

(dire music)

When can I see you again?

- [April] I'm sure you'll find me.

- I don't think she liked me.

- No, I don't think she liked you, either.

You're gonna fuckin' blow this for us, man.

- What are you...

what are you fuckin' talkin' about?

- Fuckin' show in there.

- Big fuckin' deal.

We gotta get outta here anyway, man.

People are gettin' suspicious.

This town is fuckin' bullshit.

- Just drive.

- Calm down, pal.

Let's go up to Westchester County.

There's fuckin' rich people out the ass up there.

Or Miami.

- Whatever, man. Just, can we go?

- Jesus Christ.

(engine starting)

- [April] So what's the deal with Ashley?

- He's my best friend.

We grew up together.

Went into foster care.

People we knew from the neighborhood.

- What was that like?

- Let's see, eight kids

in a one-bedroom apartment fighting over scraps.

I mean, we lived off of leftover Greek food

from this diner they owned.

- That's extraordinarily fucked up.

- Yeah, that's, uh that's not the half of it.

- What's the other half?

- Ashley's dad gave him this

German shepherd when he was alive.

After his dad died, they let us

keep the dog at the foster home.

That dog was so cool and so smart.

He sensed that our new ma and pop, Frank and Sally,

you know, they weren't stand-up people.

So, after years of the dog hating them, growling at 'em,

and trying to bite them, they said enough was enough.

So one night at dinner,

good old Frank says, "Hey, Ashley!

"What do you think of the stew?"

Ashley said, "For a chef, it tastes like shit."

Frank said, "Well, it should,

"'cause it's dog meat."

(soft dramatic music)

Then he threw the dog collar at Ashley.

We beat his ass that night.

Put him in the hospital for a month.

Ashley crippled his hands.

He used the door as a vise.

He wanted it to be a constant reminder.

Every time he looked at those hands

he would remember what he did.

Don't do that.

- [April] Do what?

- Pity him.

He hates it.

- I wasn't.

So, where in New York did you live?

- Brooklyn.

- I always wanted to live there.

- I've always wanted to move back.

(laughing) You wanna go?

- Yeah, okay.

- Yeah?

(chuckles) Just like that?

- Yeah, just like that.

- Okay.

Well, uh, give me a couple days to sort some shit out.

- You'd better make it fast.

I might change my mind. (giggling)

- I will.

I wanna bring her with us.

- Who, Pollyanna?

- April.

- You gotta be fuckin' kidding--

- Quit fuckin' around.

- You can't be fuckin' serious.

- [Taylor] Oh, I'm serious.

- Oh, I get it.

She read about guys like us

in her little beat-poetry feminist workshop. Huh?

The tortured rebel with the heart of gold?

- You done?

- How's she gonna react

when she finds out what you really do?

What you're really like?

That you steal fuckin' cars,

you rob houses, you do drugs--

- [Taylor] She knows.

- Really? - Yeah.

- She doesn't give a shit?

- No, she doesn't.

(soft music)

- Fuck.

A bad little rich girl. (laughing)

Shit, fuck it, man.

She can come with us.

- What are you doing?

- Just you know, thinking.

- Go on.

You can say it, I deserve it.

- Deserve what?

- You were right.

You're always right.

How did you get to be so smart, huh?

I'm so sorry, April. (soft dramatic music)

- It's all right.

You got it out of your system.

- Mm, no.

No, for all of it, for everything.

- [April] I miss Dad.

- I miss him, too.

God, I miss him so much.

I tried, you know.

It just all went by so fast, and...

Oh, what was I thinking, trying to replace him?

- Hey, you did the best you could.

- You were always so strong.

(April scoffs)

I feel like I'm losing you.

- You're not losing me, I'm right here.

Been here.

- Don't end up like me, okay?

You need to get out of here.

- Well, let's go, come on, yeah.

Let's get out of here is right!

Come on!

- I can't, I can't.

- Why not?

- One day you're gonna understand.

- I don't think I can go alone.

- Oh.

Yes, you can.

You have it in you.

You're so strong.

- Maybe I don't wanna.

- Well, sometimes, you know,

it's not about what we want.

It's about what we need.

(solemn music)

(door bell rings)

Coming!

- [April] I'll get it.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I need to talk to you.

- Okay, go around the back.

Yeah, no, thanks.

- Who's that?

- Jehovah's Witness.

- Oh.

- Do I have time for a walk before we eat?

- Sure, it'll wait. - Cool.

Well, that was a brilliant move.

What were you gonna say when my mom answered the door?

- I don't care.

- No? - No.

I love you.

- (laughing) Really?

Well that's, uh, that's intense.

- Yeah, I love you.

I love her!

(April laughing)

- I don't think she cares.

- Let's go, let's get you outta here.

- But where?

- Anywhere.

- Anywhere?

- I love you.

I love your smile.

I'll come back and get you.

- Okay.

- Ash!

(tires squealing)

- Hey, April.

Hi.

- Oh, um, Aston, right?

- Ashley.

Taylor's friend.

- Ashley, yeah.

Uh, what's up?

- Apparently, your stepdad found out about

what's going on with Taylor and your mom,

and he's pissed.

- Really?

Shit.

- We're supposed to meet Taylor at this diner.

He's tying up some loose ends.

But we gotta hurry.

- Uh, yeah.

Oh, okay, let me just stop by home first.

I'll see you there.

- Taylor didn't think that was a good idea.

- Uh...

- Do you mind driving?

- Uh, yeah, okay.

- Come on, we gotta hurry.

- April!

April!

- Excuse me, can I help you?

- Yeah, where is she?

- Honey, do you know this kid?

Is he a friend of April's?

- I-I guess he must be.

- Is she here?

- No, she's not here right now.

- What the fuck was that?

- I have no idea.

He's gone now.

- You should really eat something.

You're too skinny.

Not all guys want to date 15 year old anorexic models.

It's kinda gross.

- So where's Taylor, 'cause you did say he was here.

- Personally, I like girls with a little curve.

(Ashley imitates whip)

Thank you. - You're welcome.

- So tell me about yourself, April.

I really want to get to know you.

I just wanna get to know the girl

that my best friend's fallen for.

(jazzy music on radio)

- Is he coming?

- Think I'll have a little smoke.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you.

What kinda person do you think I am?

You sure are pretty.

- You can't smoke in here.

You wanna take that to go?

- No.

We're done, thank you.

- You okay? - We're fine, thank you.

Just the check, please.

(dramatic music)

That'll do it.

Thank you, huh?

(dramatic music)

Where are my manners?

- [April] No thanks, I don't smoke.

- Never?

Not even socially?

Not even for me?

- My dad died of cancer.

- Bummer.

- Mm-hm.

(dramatic music)

(Ash breathes heavily)

(Ash sobs)

- You fuckin' think you love him?

You fuckin' love him?

You shouldn't play games with people.

- I haven't.

- You gave him hope.

- I have hope.

- Well, it must be nice.

(dramatic music)

You're his soul mate.

You're soul mates, is that it?

What's your soul look like, April?

Is it like your name?

All spring and flowers?

- I don't know.

What's yours look like, Ash?

What does it look like?

He loved you.

- I know.

At least you fuckin' had him!

(Ash coughs) (tires squealing)

- Taylor!

- What the fuck's going on?

- Ashley-- - You're telling me what

the fuck's going on here!

- What the fuck is going on here?

Did he touch you?

Did you fucking touch her?

- Is it?

- Put it down! (indistinct)

What the fuck's going on here?

What happened? - He's just...

- Put the gun down, what's going on here?

- Do you remember when I picked you up when you got out?

And we got in that car?

- Let's go, let's get the fuck outta here.

- I can't.

- Let's get the fuck outta here.

- I can't, I can't! (whimpering)

- Ash, put the fucking gun down.

- They're coming.

- I didn't call them. - Oh, shit.

(sirens blaring)

- It hurts too fucking much,

and I can't fucking take it anymore.

- Ash, put the fucking gun down.

Put the gun down!

- No, no, this how I fucking want it!

I love you!

I love you.

(sirens blaring) (tires squealing)

- [Taylor] Get in the car, Ash!

Ash!

(shot firing)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(energetic music)

♪ I go away ♪

♪ To a place ♪

♪ My peace of mind I find ♪

♪ I lie my head ♪

♪ I close my eyes ♪

♪ And trap the love ♪

♪ No matter what they wanna think of ya ♪

♪ You gotta look 'em in the eye and say, "Brotha" ♪

♪ You're never gonna be more than another broken soul ♪

♪ No matter what they wanna think of ya ♪

♪ You gotta look 'em in the eye and say, "Brotha" ♪

♪ Brotha, brotha ♪

♪ You're just a lonely soul ♪

♪ I go away ♪

♪ Lose my place ♪

♪ This world it just stands still ♪

♪ The way in line, lose their minds ♪

♪ For the sake of love and loss ♪

♪ No matter what they wanna think of ya ♪

♪ You gotta look 'em in the eye and say, "Brotha" ♪

♪ You're never gonna be more than another broken soul ♪

♪ No matter what they wanna think of ya ♪

♪ You gotta look 'em in the eye and say, "Brotha" ♪

♪ Brotha, brotha ♪

♪ You gotta walk with me ♪