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(ominous celestial music)

(upbeat electronic music)

(air quivering) (birds whistling)

[Zack's Dad] No, Zack, absolutely not.

[Zack] But dad...

[Zack's Dad] You're not going into space, Zack.

[Zack] The space program at NASA.

[Zack's Dad] That's in a whole other city, Zack.

It'll cost a fortune.

[Zack] Maybe I can get a scholarship.

[Zack's Dad] Vocational school, Zack.

You're going to learn plumbing,

you're going to apprentice me

and you're going into the family business,

just like I did, just like my father did.

You are here to stay.

(door slams)

I hate this town.

I hate this town.

I hate this town.

I hate this town.

I hate this town.

I hate this town.

I hate this town.

- I hate this town-- - Hey short stack.

Trouble in paradise?

You don't wanna hear about it.

Hey, don't count me as unsympamatic

just because I'm incredibly handsome.

I think you mean unsympathetic.

Oh, he's smart too.

So I take it you're Zack.

How'd you know?

I'm incredibly good with names,

especially when I hear it over and over again.

Ricky, right?

You're on the football team.

Star quarterback.

I fucked Cindy Logan, Theresa Bowing and Francine Nickerson

and I work in the cafeteria.

I mean, I can continue to list my accomplishments,

if that sort of thing impresses you.

It takes more than that.

Goals, I like that.

So you're in band.

Let me guess, you blow something.

Trumpet.

Yours?

Stepdad's but if I wash it, wax it and keep gas in it,

I can drive it anytime.

So it's like switching a dog from a six-foot leash

to a 12-foot leash and saying he can run in the park

all he wants.

(Zack chuckles)

I knew it.

What?

Perfect teeth.

So what about you?

What do you drive?

I...

Don't.

I took calculus instead of driver's ed.

Getting his license is a man's first step

to his imandependence.

You got anything planned?

School is in session.

Okay, hands on 10 and two.

(gentle synthwave music)

Put on the gas, eyes on the road.

Stay fickest.

Focused.

- Ow. - That was a test.

Don't lose focus over some illiteral asshole.

Illiterate.

Ow, stop that, they don't smack you in driver's ed.

Oh, trust me, they'd like to.

The only thing that's stopping them is social injustice

and an appearance on Maury Povich.

Okay, no, stop, signal and then turn left.

(gentle synthwave music)

Dude, you got this?

Where are we going?

You're headed for the stars, right?

What about you?

Me?

Shit, I don't know, nowhere probably.

Probably knock up some girl at 22,

marry her at 23, cheat on her at 24

and then fuck, get divorced by 26.

You're too hard on yourself.

(laughs) You said hard on.

I can't drink and drive, that's illegal.

And where is your license?

Two wrongs--

Make a right.

No, two wrongs don't make a right.

No, stop and make a right up here.

(gentle synthwave music)

Graduation is next week.

Ooh, whoopty shit.

Got no job, no plans

and I think my stepdad's gonna try to kick me out.

What about vocational school?

You could always learn a trade.

Oh, so it's not good enough for you

but it's good enough for me?

That's not what I meant.

I'm just busting your balls. (laughs)

(sinister dramatic music)

(car engine roaring)

It's getting dark.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Not really.

Because it's all kind of dark in space. (chuckles)

Shit, maybe you're afraid of the Mothman.

The what?

The Mothman.

You've never heard of the Mothman?

Dude.

Okay.

Some say it's a monster, like an old Indian curse.

Some people say it's an alien.

Shit, some people even say it's a man in a costume.

But they all agree, one thing, the way it looks,

big dark wings and red glowing eyes.

Margarita Debevnick said it chased her

all the way down the parkway.

Left scratch marks in her paint.

You know, maybe, maybe we should--

(door thuds)

(footsteps plodding)

(sinister dramatic music) Holy shit!

Evening, gentlemen.

Who are you?

What are you doing way out here?

Looking for pussy.

It's getting dark.

I'd head home if I were you.

And are you a cop?

You see anything strange tonight?

Just you.

Lights coming from the sky?

Eyes glowing from the forest?

Buzzing sounds?

No, sir.

If you do, you tell us.

Us?

Sure, sure.

You know what, we will make it our priority.

Hey, ow, dude!

You... tell... us.

[Zack] How will we find you?

Dude.

Have a nice night, gentlemen.

(footsteps plodding)

Good evening, gentlemen.

(footsteps plodding)

Well, that wasn't fucking crazy.

I hate this town.

(gentle celestial music) (bats clicking)

What the fuck?

(gentle celestial music) (insects chirping)

Maybe it's a helicopter.

Do you hear any blades?

What are you waiting for? A repeat performance?

Let's go.

(car engine roaring)

(car tires screeching)

I hate this town, I hate this town.

I hate this town, I hate this town.

That was weird, right?

Dude, I've lived here for 19 years

and I've never seen shit like that.

The universe is a series of chains,

trying to keep everything together,

to keep everything in place.

Sometimes, something slips out.

Dude, it sounds like you got some bad dang.

Oh shit, turn right.

(gentle synthwave music)

Stop.

Turn off the lights in the motor, keep the radio on.

(Ricky sighs)

What is this place?

You don't recognize it?

The local kids park here.

Why?

What do you think?

(Ricky moans)

Oh baby.

Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me into Social Security! (laughs)

What?

You a virgin or something?

Wait a minute, are you a virgin?

No.

Oh, okay.

My bad, the whole band thing must have thrown me off.

Didn't you date Margarita Debevnick?

Yeah man, for like a month

and then I found out why they call her "Frozen Margarita."

Prude.

There's no one here.

Yeah, because it's a school night

or maybe they're afraid of the Mothman.

You handle that pretty well.

Dude, I'm about to graduate from a small ass town

with no job, no plans,

no opportunities in a forgivable future.

Foreseeable.

It's either whiskey or church

and on Sundays, I like to sleep in.

Why are you so hard on yourself?

And yes, I know that I said hard on

but I can't believe that tomorrow

with a capital T is so bleak for you.

Dude...

I play football but I'm not good enough for the big time.

I work in the cafeteria

and I can't even scramble a fucking egg.

And my stepdad, he is drooling at the thought

of turning my room into a man cave.

So tell me, Mr. Counselor, what career prospects do I have?

(clears throat) So what about you?

Any hopes and dreams for the future

or is it just gunky pipes and clogged shower drains?

Have you ever rid in a train?

Yeah man.

Chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga, whoo, whoo!

You know how some seats face forward

and others face the rear?

(Ricky chuckles)

I have to face forward or I get sick.

I wanna see where I'm going, not where I've been.

Heavy shit, man.

(sighs) So...

Is it true what they say about overnight band trips?

Is it true what they say about away games?

Well, I know I can go for some grade A pussy

right about now.

(Zack laughs)

What?

They say the more a guy talks about pussy,

the more he wants to suck dick.

(gentle synthwave music)

Pussy.

Pussy.

Pussy.

Pussy.

(upbeat synthwave music)

Stop.

Dude.

I am the jock here, man.

(upbeat synthwave music)

It's true, what happens on band trips.

(upbeat synthwave music)

(Ricky moans)

(upbeat synthwave music)

(Ricky moans)

Fuck!

(Ricky moans)

Oh shit.

Oh God.

(Ricky moans)

Ah, stop, ah.

Fucking, ah.

(Ricky moans)

Oh, fuck.

Pussy.

Ah.

(upbeat synthwave music)

Zack, Zack.

Oh, Zack, man!

Zack!

Ah, man!

(Zack moans)

(upbeat synthwave music) (Zack and Ricky moaning)

(sinister dramatic music) (insects chirping)

(Zack moaning) (insects buzzing)

Fuck!

Zack.

Zack.

Sorry, but I'm down for a bit.

No, Zack get off me, there's something out there.

Zack, get the fuck off me!

(insects buzzing) (insects skittering)

I saw something.

Maybe it was the Mothman. (laughs)

Dude, I'm telling you, I saw something.

You're the jock.

Isn't this a little bit on the weenie side for ya?

Dude, I fucking saw something.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Mothman.

(door thuds)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

What was that?

Do you think they saw us?

Shit.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

Look.

(insects buzzing) (insects skittering)

(insects screeching)

Did you see...

I saw-

Okay, okay, get us outta here.

And go where?

(insects screeching)

Ah.

What is that?

You smell that?

Something's fried the ignition.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'll be good.

I'll be good, I swear to God I'll be good.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(door handle rattling)

(insects screeching) Oh fuck!

Did you see that?

Fuck.

No, no, I can't stay here, Zack.

- You can't-- - I can't be here.

You can't go out there, it's out there.

Well, I'll fucking run.

I run fast, football player, star quarterback remember?

Don't! It'll kill you.

No future, remember?

(insects skittering)

Okay, okay.

One, two...

Whoa, wh-

You have a future.

- We have a future. - Oh, fuck.

All you have to do is stay.

Stay with me.

(insects screeching) (insects skittering)

(door thuds)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

(insects buzzing) (insects skittering)

(insects screeching)

(metal clanking)

Fuck.

(metal clanking)

(insects buzzing)

(metal clanking)

Oh God.

(tense dramatic music)

Oh, no, no, no.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(Zack screams)

(ominous celestial music)

(upbeat music) (insects skittering)

Show me the stars.

Show me everything.

I want to see it all.

(insects skittering)

Come with me.

It's your future.

(upbeat music) (insects skittering)

(insects screeching)

(upbeat music)

(static crackling)