Original subtitles

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(light music)

- Be right with you.

Cheese fries.

- It's about fucking time.

- No, split that.

- Hey!

I was thinking maybe after work

you could come back to my motel room.

I got one of them beds you put a quarter in.

And it massages the hell out of ya.

Put that quarter in it's like.

(humming)

(hissing)

What kind of pie do you have?

- We have apple and rhubarb.

- I'll take some apple with some melted cheddar

on the back half and some more black coffee.

- Okay, I'll get right on that.

I gotta help them first and I'll be right back for you.

- Mm-hm.

- I'm so sorry about that.

What can I get for you?

- Well I'll have the reuben

with Thousand Island on the side.

A house salad and cottage cheese.

- [Heather] And for you?

- And he's going to have the steak and egg dinner platter.

- Okay, just wanna let you know we close

in 30 minutes but we should be able

to get that steak no problem.

- Well, if you had taken our order 10 minutes ago

we wouldn't have to rush to eat now would we?

- I'm really sorry about that.

We'll get it in, right away.

- Poor bastard.

You know his nut sack's in her purse, don't ya?

- Maybe she lets him carry it.

- Ball bustin' bitch.

I was married to somebody like that once.

Oh are you sh--

♪ I know

(sizzling)

♪ I'm always coming but I can't tell anybody that I know ♪

♪ I see

♪ I see you making your way over ♪

♪ And over away from me

♪ Come and get your love

(shattering)

- Money in the bag, bitch!

Move, now, now!

- Show me those hands or I will freak the fuck out!

- Hurry up!

- Hey dick tray.

Back away from my waitress.

(gunshot)

(dramatic music)

- [Robber] Shit, Roy!

- Dude, it's not my fault.

I can't see with these rolled up panty hoes.

- Let's go!

Pick up the bag!

Oh my god, what are you doing?

- Come on, we're running outta time.

Hey!

- Hey, back the fuck up!

What the fuck is going on over there?

I killed one mother fucker, I will kill another!

- Hurry up!

♪ I know

♪ I know the moment when you're

- He's got a gun!

♪ Lose control

♪ I see

- What the fuck?

♪ I see you making your way over ♪

♪ And over away from me

- [Robber] You stupid fucking, ugh.

(gunshots)

- Hey, put the fucking gun down.

Nobody else has to get shot!

Come on, shut up.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Get the fuck up, you need to back the fuck up.

Just give me the bag of money

and everything works out, all right?

(gunshot)

- Oh fuck.

(gunshots)

(clicking)

(funky music)

♪ Come and get your love

♪ Ah

(funky music)

- God damn, son of a bitch.

You killed these fuckers.

I suppose you know how to handle that weapon, don't ya?

You wanna handle mine?

(gunshot)

(funky music)

♪ Ah

♪ Come and get your love

♪ Ah

(funky music)

(rolling film)

(flushing toilet)

(ominous music)

- Thank you, Mr. Klein.

And lastly, would you mind answering a few questions

about your experience with our company's

customer service today?

Was I able to address the specific issue

about which you were calling?

Was I able to address your needs in a timely manner?

Fantastic.

And is there anything else you would like

to share about your experience with us today?

Have a good day.

- Hey, Bryony!

Wait a sec, aren't you forgetting something?

- Am I?

- This little guy.

He just wanted to say, happy bubbly birthday!

- Oh.

- Here, it's yours.

- Oh yeah.

- You know I've got a calendar

with all the office birthdays.

- Gotcha.

Well, thanks.

- Yeah, hey uh, doing anything special tonight?

Or you know, this weekend or something?

- Yeah, actually.

I am.

- Oh yeah, what ya getting up to?

- Just something very special.

- Ah, I see.

Got a date, it seems.

(sighing)

Well, enjoy that and happy birthday.

- Thanks, Mark.

- Yeah.

(ethereal music)

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday dear Bryony

♪ Happy birthday to you

- [Mom] I hope you're having a good one, sweetheart.

I wish you lived closer so we could take you out

for a birthday dinner but I'm sure you've got

some special plans tonight, I hope that you do.

Um, oh I sent you a card.

I hope you get it by today.

Give me a call sometime, okay?

I haven't heard from you in a while

and I just wanna make sure that you're doing okay.

Anyway, I love you and give me a call when you get a chance.

Happy birthday.

I love you.

Bye-bye.

(popping)

(blowing)

(ominous music)

(electronic beeping)

- I'm here.

(typing)

There would be a nobility then.

There would be a birthday.

And the knife not carve but enter pure and clean

as the cry of a baby and the universe slide from my side.

(typing)

(sipping)

(typing)

(ominous music)

(typing)

Tell me.

(sobbing)

(ominous music)

Are you there?

Please.

Are you gone already?

Are you there?

There would be a nobility then.

And then there would be a birthday.

My birthday.

Fight, fight I need you!

Please, answer me!

(whimpering)

Don't leave me here alone!

(retching)

(whimpering)

(ominous music)

(video game gunshots)

- Shit, man.

That was a dick move.

- Ah well, you know me.

I'm a master at video games.

- Yeah, I guess.

New game?

- Sure, don't you wanna check on your girlfriend, though?

- Chatroom chick? Nah.

I mean, I don't know she's just

gotten really depressing lately.

I mean talking about killing herself, crazy shit.

- [Boy] That's pretty intense.

- I mean, just copied over this Sylvia Plath poem

that I read in Mrs. Covanin's class.

She liked that.

Ate that shit up.

- You know girls, they love that kind of stuff.

- Yeah.

- I don't know, man.

Just sometimes you gotta tell a bitch like a bitch

as Snoop Dogg would say.

(chuckling)

- No!

- [Boy] Yeah.

- [Fight] No, you did not just say that.

(chuckling)

- [Boy] Let's start a new game.

- [Fight] Go to the menu, just, yeah right over there.

(ominous music)