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[woman breathing rapidly]

[cell phone vibrating]

[car door opens
and closes]

[footsteps]

[door opens]

Man: How is
everybody feeling?

[indistinct]

Here's our bride
and groom!

[indistinct voices]

[dance music playing loudly]

[indistinct voices]

Man: So, how did
you two meet?

Well, it was
love at first sight.

Yeah, she was, uh...

She was
on this bridge,

and it was raining,

and she was
on this bicycle--

That's not
how it happened.

He just shows up at this
company party out of the blue

like everything
was just peachy,

and he was completely
not invited.

-No, I was invited.
-No, you weren't.

I think
I was invited.

Anyway,
he got plastered.

He started dancing
with all the interns--

Hey, Leila, could you give me
some pauses, more pauses?

Oh, sure. Sorry.
It's Leah.

Oh, I'm sorry, Leah.
You can keep going,

but just remember pauses
and look at your husband.

[music playing]

The point of the story
is that, um...

at the end
of the night, I was--

You were jealous.

Ha ha ha.
I was annoyed.

[laughter]

Dynamite.

Leah, could you
turn out a bit?

Mm-hmm.
Still looking at him?

Yes, and we
want to see...

this neck.

Oh, so you two
work together?

Mm-hmm.

Well, nah.
She, uh...

She works for me.

Actually, no.
Shane is a writer,

and I work
for Block Press.

I work
in publishing.

Actually, we're
just about to publish

Shane's first novel.

Congrats.
Shane.

What's that?

What's
your book about?

Just stories
from my childhood.

Well, it's more than that.
It's a father-son story.

It's really special.

And we just found out
we're gonna have a preview

in "American
Literary Critique."

That's very cool.
Sounds official.

Yeah. You know,
it's a little more

of an industry
publication,

but have you heard
of "Undocumented,"

by Santiago Sabasalen?

Yeah, that sounds
familiar.

Yeah. No,
he's big-time.

Yeah, yeah.
All the ladies love him.

Please stop.

Well, no,
baby, it's true.

Santiago's got it.
He's got the sauce--

The point is that he
started in that magazine,

and now he's a "New York
Times" best-seller.

Are you jealous?

Shanerique don't get
jealous, baby girl.

Uh, yes, keep going.

We can use this.

Shane, you are
literally on fire.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Hey, Garry, can I just
cut in for a second?

Oh. Oh, just got
another good candid.

Here. Put this
somewhere safe.

Leah: Put it
with the other presents.

It's money. Here.
I wrote down the names

and the amounts
for the thank-you letters.

They really should be out
by the end of next week.

Okay. Thank you.

[inhales]

[footsteps receding]

Remember to thank her
for the wedding.

Woman: Make sure we get
something composed, please.

Garry: Understood.

Woman: Something...calm.

Okay. Understood.

Okay, now we're gonna try
something completely different.

Um...remember,
I want serious.

Hey, um...
is it all right

if we could just take
a quick break?

Let's just
get it over with.

Can I just get a minute,
please? Goddamn.

Shane!

[music stops]

[bell tolling]

[groaning softly]

Leah.

Babe.

[door opens]

Leah: Come on.
I want to get on the road.

Sure.
Everything all right?

[zipper opening]

[car engine cranking]

[engine starts]

Just give it
a minute.

[indistinct voice]

Woman: Did you
give him the card?

Well, did he read it?

How could you fucking
even ask me that?

All right? I mean,
stop pressuring me.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What?

This fucking waiter.
Can we go, please?

Well, the car's
still got to warm up.

My god. I just spent
the last half-hour

listening to this guy
tell me about the nuance

of walk-in cooler
organization.

Don't ask him
any questions,

or he'll literally
never stop talking.

[knock knock]

[window opening]

What year is she?

I'm sorry, man?

What year
is the car?

It's a...
It's a '78.

Ha ha. Wow.

And she's still
running, huh?

Yeah.

Wow. You know,
it's not my favorite.

Yeah, see, they
really had it right
in the fifties.

Right, yeah.

Shane, we should probably
hit the road, right?

I'm sure Leah
already talked to you

about the whole mixup
with the cake topper.

I just wanted
to come over

and personally
apologize

on behalf
of Crystal Views.

That's free
of charge, of course.

Uh...thanks. Yeah.

Wait. But, you know,
as I said before,

it's really not
that big of a deal.

We weren't even planning
to keep it in the first place.

It's just I turned by back
for one minute,

and the whole place
just goes kaput.

See, we got this new guy
working for us,

this Latino fella.

He's a real sweetheart
of a guy,

but he just doesn't
grasp the understanding

of some
of the more basic--

Man: John, you left
the fucking walk-in open.

What's going on?

John: Well, I'm just
airing it out a little.

I'm sure it's fine now.

You can close it.

This guy...

thinks he's the boss
of everyone.

Middle management.
You know what I mean?

[bird squawking]

[music playing]

Leah: From Uncle Leo.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Castillo,

"I hope you find
this present welcome

"in your future
life together.

The light of the Lord
shining down on you both..."

[voice fades]

"I wish you nothing
but the very best."

This is coming
from the man

who was groping all my friends
at the wedding.

All right.
Let's see here.

Oh, this is
a big one.

Oh, my god.
Ha ha ha!

Look, Shane.
It's a chip'n'dip.

"One of Regal's
tastiest designs.

"The look is
truly elegant.

"Crystal-clear beauty
forms a lasting bond

"with functional utility,
sure to help make any party

become a gala occasion."

You always need
a chip'n'dip

if you want to get
the party started.

Don't you mean
the gala?

If you want to get
the gala started,

you need a fucking
chip'n'dip.

I can't believe
I let my mother

talk me into
this wedding.

We should have eloped.

What?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 11.

What's the clue?

I don't need
your help.

[cell phone vibrating]

Wait. What
are you doing?

Got to take a piss.

[engine revs]

Man's voice: Hey, Shane, amigo.
It's your father.

I'm just calling.

Look, I have the...
How do you say?

The cylinder
for the car.

We can fix it up,

and I could come to the city,
go out to a nice restaurant.

But I'll be better, okay?

And, uh...listen,
congratulations on the wedding.

It's okay.
No bad feelings.

You know, I'm really happy
for you and...

[voice fades]

[cell phone vibrates]

"We need to talk
about last night."

Okay, we have to go in
through the basement.

Jesus, look at all these
fucking e-mails.

Should be a key
over here.

It's just
right under there.

[cell phone vibrating]

Leah: Oh,
I swear to God.

If this is about work,
I'm gonna...

Hello. Hi.

Yeah, we just
got here. Uh-huh.

What? Wait.
I can't hear you.

Caroline? Oh, hi. Yeah.
What about the bedroom?

Yeah.
Are you kidding me?

No, this house,
it's unbelievable,

perfect for a honeymoon.

[voice fades]

Leah: Yeah, yeah.
No, no, I totally agree.

[indistinct]

Hey, you.

Hey.

So, we got
the interview.

You okay?

Yeah. I, uh...

I just feel like a piece
of shit, you know.

What? Why?
What's the matter?

I don't know.
I just...

I feel like
we're about to put

my dad's shit out into
the world, you know.

Well, like, I...
I don't know. I just...

We're just, like,
too embarrassed

to invite him to our
own wedding, and...

No, it's not that we
were embarrassed.

It would have been
too stressful.

I mean, we talked
about that, right?

Yeah, right.

Hey, you want
to make a plan

and get everyone
together soon?

No, that's...
that's not what...

That's not
what I'm saying.

Look, I don't want
to publish a book.

Hey.

Look at me.

You wrote something
honest about yourself,

and you should be
so proud of that.

You're nervous.
You know, you've been

working on this thing
for five years,

and now it's finally
gonna come out.

That's so much pressure.

But, hey, hey.

Don't worry.
Everybody loves the book.

That's not
what this is about.

Are you even
listening to me?

I mean,
do you understand

that we signed a contract,
we made a commitment?

So, let's get out of it.

Are you serious?

Okay. What about
the advance?

Will we just
pay that back?

What, all fucking
$5,000 of it?

Do you understand
the position

that we're in
right now, Shane?

I mean,
the executive editor

literally opened
her home to us,

and she's getting us
all this press,

and you
just want to...

I mean, I understand
that you're having

feelings about this,

and that is normal,
and that is okay.

But this...this is not
the way forward.

Okay.

Okay what?

Just a normal okay.
Like, okay.

[door rattling]

[door opens]

I got it!

[door closes]

[typing]
"I really appreciate...

this opportunity to..."

"Thank you for..."

[door creaks]

[door slams]

[Leah gasps]

Shane?

[hip-hop music
playing loudly]

[loud crash]

Shane: Word
on the street is

you got wifed up
by some new cat.

I see he's able
to give you

that five-car garage
you always wanted.

Let me ask you
something, baby.

Does he fly you
and your friends

out to Puerto Rico?

I don't care
about all that.

Oh, you don't care
about all that.

So, what do you
care about?

That's none
of your business.

Why are you
so tense, mama?

[chuckles softly]

Should we toast?

To what?

To you
and your husband.

May he know
just how truly
fortunate he is

to have this
bad little queen
by his side.

We can have
some real--

You know how to
open this thing?

Yeah.

[loud pop]

Oh! Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.

I have to
clean that up.

Sorry, sweetie.

A little bit of a mess
ain't gonna hurt nobody.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my god.

Hmm. Mmm.

So, where's
this motherfucker at?

Um...I don't know, man.
He ran out on me.

No word?

Shit. Hush now.

Let Shanerique
ease the pain.

Not another word,
honey. Hush.

No, no. Stop.

I said hush.

I shouldn't.

Baby, listen,
your body's talking.

[Leah chuckles]

Where are you going,
sweetie?

To the bedroom.

Oh, yeah?
What happens in there?

That's for my husband
to find out.

Leah: Where do they
find this shit?

Oh, goddamn it.

This thing is
so fucking annoying.

Do you need
any help in there?

No. Go away.

Okay.
You can come in now.

What you got
under there?

[laughs softly]

It looks so stupid.

Can I, uh...
can I take a look?

No, no, no, no, no.

Let me see.
Let me see.

Wait.
Close the curtain.

[laughs softly]

What are you
laughing at?

[laughs softly]

Take your shirt off.

Let me see.

Happy?

Well, your husband
is one lucky man.

Stop talking.

[muttering softly]

[cell phone vibrating]

[types]

[chair slides loudly]

"Violet Liquor."

[cell phone vibrating]

Shane?

There's a car
in the driveway.

What do you mean?

That there's a car
in the driveway.

I don't see anything.

You sure
you saw something?

Yes. I saw
fucking headlights.

Where are you going?

There's got to be
a light out there.

[door closes]

[loud knock on door
and Leah gasps]

What do we do?

I don't know.
Answer it?

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, hey, guys!
John.

John Spinelli
from Crystal Views.

We've located the cake.

Turns out it was all
just a big misunderstanding.

You see, I had
explained to Mateo,

I explained to the man
the protocol,

that you put the cake
in the freezer on the top shelf.

Poor bastard put it
in the fridge.

How did you get
the address?

Uh...the what?

The address.

Oh, uh, Uncle Leo

signed us up
on the Facebook page.

Listen, we should probably
pop this baby into the freezer,

you know, to preserve
the integrity of the cake.

So...

I can't even tell you
how relieved I was

when I saw that cake just
sitting on that shelf there.

It was like a vision.

Uh...Shane, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Got a little something
for you, too, my man.

It fell off the truck,
if you know what I mean.

Um...thanks.

Oh, my pleasure, Shane.
Listen, pal.

You don't happen
to have a lavatory

I could borrow,
do you?

I've been holding it in
quite a while,

these long, winding roads,
you know, plenty.

Shane: Um...

Yeah, yeah.
It's to the right.

Ah, God bless you, pal.
Ha ha ha.

No, no.
To the right.

John: Ah.

[door opens]

[door closes]

That guy's weird,
right?

Yeah, no shit.

This guy's
on the spectrum
or something, right?

I mean,
who just shows up

at someone's house
at 9:00 at night?

Is that
not just weird?

[John clears throat]

[urinating]

What was that shit
about Uncle Leo

inviting "us"
to the Facebook page?

Who's "us"?

Maybe he's just gonna
take a quick piss, okay,

and then he's
just gonna leave.

[toilet flushes]

Uncle Leo.
What a fucking jackass.

Ah.

Wow.

Boy, oh, boy. This...
this house is really...

architectural.

Oh, wow.
Now, look at that.

Look at that.

That is interesting.

Wow.

Look at this.

Now, that is
interesting. Huh.

Tell me something--
is this piece

from the, uh...
impressionists era?

Leah:
Expressionists.

That's an abstract
expressionist
painting.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Yeah. No, that, uh...

that makes sense.

Hmm. You know, I once worked
an event at the Met.

It was very exclusive,
very V.I.P.

I mean, the bar
was literally stationed

right in front
of the Von Gogh.

I mean, can you
believe that?

I mean, that thing
is worth a fortune.

I'm just standing there
like this.

You know, but I'll
tell you something.

To people like that,
money is no object.

Yeah, if you're
positioned correctly,

the arts can be
extremely lucrative.

Leah: Right.
Well, John,

thank you so much
for coming by--

No, hey, listen, Leah.
I'm just happy everything

was squared away
with the cake.

Speaking of which,

Shane-O, what do you say
we crack open that bottle, huh?

Just the boys.
Come on.

Well, John, um...
you know, John,

as much as I
would love to,

I really shouldn't.

Oh, come on, pal.
I assure you

it's a much finer bottle
than that garbage

you were swilling down
last night.

You know, it's aged
in some of the finest oak

Tennessee
has to offer.

Come on. What do you say?
Let's have a taste.

Um...I'm just trying
to take it easy.

That's all.

I had a lot to drink
last night, and...

Ah, well, of course.

But, uh, yeah, I wouldn't
beat yourself up over it.

I mean, weddings can be
a lot of stress on a couple.

I see it
all the time.

Yeah. John, again, thank you
so much for stopping by.

Shane and I--

Actually--Sorry.
[clears throat]

Could I have a glass
of water, please?

Sure. Yeah. You sure
I can't get you anything else?

Maybe a sandwich?

No. I ate earlier, but that's
very sweet of you to offer.

Okay.

Leah: Oh, please,
don't touch that.

Oh. Sorry.
Sorry. My bad.

You caught me.
It's just...

such a beautiful
piece, you know.

It really just
sucks you in,
doesn't it? Ha.

Ah. Agua.
Thank you. Cheers.

[clears throat]

Yeah. No, I bet
you could just...

sit here all day.

Just take that in, huh?

Mmm.
That's something.

[clears throat]

So, you know, Shane, I had--
Oh, sorry, Leah. Sorry.

So sorry.

I had a chance to read
that little excerpt

that you had printed in that
article in that magazine.

Okay. Cool.

Yeah, and I thought
it was very, uh...very trendy.

And I don't mean that
in a negative way.

What do you mean?

Well, just that...
No. Wait. What do you mean?

What do you mean
"trendy"?

Oh, well, just that it was
very "of the times," you know.

It's what people are
talking about nowadays.

Yeah, I thought it was
very, uh...

very authentic.

Authentic? Wow.

You know, and I don't mean that
in any disrespectful way.

No. Look. Hey. No.

My father was the son
of an immigrant, too.

It's true. New York City
police officers actually.

Yeah, well,
they both were,

real, uh...
real tough guys.

You know, it's funny.
I remember my grandfather,

he had these hands,
right?

He had these
massive mitts,

and he would
sit me on his lap--

John, you know, it is
getting quite late.

So, I think it's time
for you to go.

Oh, dear.
No. Look. Please.

I am so sorry
about the hour.

It's just I thought, you know,
resolving everything tonight

with the cake would just
help everybody sleep

just a little bit cozier,
if you know what I mean.

Yeah, except for the fact
that I told you this morning

I never wanted the cake
in the first place.

So, maybe you should
have listened.

Right, right,
right, right.

Yeah, man, it's like
she just said, you know,

it's just
really late, is all.

But, look,
I really do...

Here. I really do
appreciate it.

Ha ha.

[gulping]

Ah...

You know, I'm not
just a waiter.

Not that there's anything wrong
with being a waiter,

but that's not
all that I am.

I'm actually, uh...something
of an artist myself.

I'm an inventor
and an entrepreneur

with a groundbreaking
product.

People are just
going wild for it.

All right, that's
really cool, man.

It's more
than just cool, man.

I mean it. This thing
will knock your socks off.

This product
I am working on

is about to revolutionize
the dining experience.

I bet you two would get
a real kick out of it.

Hey. You know what?

Why don't I stop
jabbering about it

and just show you
the damn thing? Ha ha!

No, no, no, no.
It's not a good time.

Oh, it won't take
two minutes.

[door slams]

What the fuck?

All right, I'll...
I'll take care of it.

Shane: Yo, John, let me
talk to you for a second.

I think you're really
gonna love this, pal,

a guy like you,
a house like this.

Ha. Very exciting
news, baby.

See, I was talking
with Shane and his wife.

Did you talk to them?
Did you get the fucking money?

Can we just not
worry about that
right now, please?

The point is, they both
seemed real interested

in our little project.

He didn't exactly mind
that bottle either.

Look, John, you're gonna
need to leave now.

No, no, no.
We are not doing this.

You understand me?

Rose. Rose, can you
just calm down
here, please?

Rose?

John: Back
on track, baby.

Now, Shane, would you mind
just putting your hand here

on the bottom...
the bottom rung, please?

John. John, get down
from there right now!
Get down!

I am not responding
to that tone.

Hey, look, look.
I don't know

exactly what's
going on here,

but you two need
to leave right now.

You remember me
from last night?

The bartender,
at your wedding.

What are you
talking about?

Remember me?
Remember this face?

Here, Rose.
We are not talking

about any of that
nastiness any more, okay?

Hey, Rose, we are not talking
about any of that, okay?

We are running a clean operation
from here on out.

Now, listen here, Shane.
Here's the deal.

25,000!

Would you let me take
the reins on this thing?

Well, we've got this little
dog-and-pony show

we're gonna show you.
I think you're gonna love it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey.

No, no, no, no.
Look, look, look.

You two are leaving
right now, okay?

So, that's it.
That's it.

No, no, no. That's it.
Have a good night.

Where the fuck
are you going?

But, Shane! Come on, Shane!
Be reasonable! Shane!

Come back, Shane!

What the fuck, man?
Jesus Christ!

[cell phone vibrates]

[Rose moaning
and gagging]

[Shane groaning]

Leah: What the fuck
is going on?

What happened?
Who the hell is that woman?

And why did he
take off his pants?

Yeah. I don't know.

Well, what the fuck
did they say to you?

Well, John and I, we were
outside talking, and he just...

he seemed really excited
to show me this thing.

Why are you
acting so weird?

John: Knock, knock.

Anybody home?

Hey, man, look.
I was just telling Leah...

So, Shane, is it cool
if we set up in here?

I absolutely
love this space!

Leah: Set up?

For the presentation.

What are you doing?

Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?

Look at this place.
It's money.

No, no, no. Um, no.
I don't know

if Shane made this
clear to you,

but we are going
to bed now.

But, Shane, I thought--

Well, John,
it's just, you know,

um...uh...

Well, this is not
gonna take very long.

Isn't that right,
John?

Not at all, no.

Rosie, why don't we use
this space as a backstage?

Wait a minute.
Who the hell is this?

John: Oh,
this is my wife.

Rose.

Shane: The bartender
at the wedding.

Leah: Right. Okay.
Hold on.

Let me just get this
straight, okay?

So, the two of you
came up here

to give us
our missing wedding cake.

And now you want
to show us

this thing you've
been working on.

It's an invention.

Right. And, Shane, you think
this is a good idea?

Um...um...
well, you know,

they just came
all the way up here,

and, you know, I...

John: Look, Leah,
we're gonna make this

as painless as possible.
I promise. I promise.

Now, can I offer you two
any refreshments?

Beer, wine, sangria?

Leah: Shane, can I talk
to you in here, please?

Now.

Sure. John,
why don't you set up

in that corner over there and
just do your thing, all right?

Thanks, pal. Tck.

Leah: What the fuck
is going on out there?

Why are you letting these guys
walk right over you?

I don't know.

I just don't want to be
a complete asshole to this dude.

What? Are you
kidding me?

I mean, he did bring us
the cake, and he--

I never wanted
the fucking cake!

How are you so blind
to this guy?

This whole thing is
obviously just a ploy

to get us to watch
his fucking presentation.

Ah...All right.
Then maybe it is.

But aren't you at least
a little curious?

Look, if you want
this fucking guy gone,

then we'll just give him
his 15 minutes,

let him do
his little thing,

and then he'll be...
leaving.

Really? Well, if that's
the way you feel,

then I have
a vacuum cleaner,
an engraved Bible,

and a timeshare you
might be interested in.

John: Fuck you! I am doing this
for you and your damn kid!

Rose: Don't you dare
bring him into this.

John: You think lying about it
is gonna help anything?

What Benjamin needs
is not waking up

in the goddamn
station wagon!

Rose: Yeah?
Whose fault is that?

John: Can we not play
the blame game here, all right?

[door creaks]

John: Look, baby, I'm just
asking you for this one thing.

Rose: Well, I'm not putting on
a fucking dress.

John: Look, if we're gonna pitch
the hell out of this thing,

I'm gonna need
110% from you.

Rose: You can keep
my 110%.

John: Just get
in the goddamn bathroom!

John! Uh! John!

John, open this
fucking door!

Let me out!

Uh! Uh...

[gasps]

[soft knock]

Oh, hey, guys. I thought
I saw you in there.

We're just getting
all set up out here.

Be ready
in a second.

Sure I can't offer you two
any refreshments

before we get started?
Beer, wine, whiskey?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's go have
a whiskey, man.

I would love one.

A whiskey it is.

Hey, let me
ask you something.

Any chance any of these
overheads can be on a dimmer?

Now I want you two
to take a journey together...

a journey
into the future...

one year from now...

[blows]

to your one-year
anniversary.

It's a very special night.

And to make that night
really extra-special,

what are you two
gonna need?

Sensational reservations
at a five-star restaurant!

Now, naturally, the food
is going to be sensational.

For the lady,

we offer the figure-friendly
fillet of sole oreganata.

And for the gentlemen,
the queen's cut prime rib

cooked only one way,
medium rare.

Bon appetit.

Now, do you think that juicy
hunk of USDA Prime is enough

to ensure you two are gonna have
a splendid evening?

No. Not on your life.

Everything has to
work together--

the candlelight, the music,
the food, the wine,

all coming together
in perfect harmony

to put you two
in the mood.

"For what?"
you might ask.

That's the reason
we're all here.

♪ Pom pa-pa pa ♪

"The Conversation."

Now...some people
would argue

that you come to a restaurant
for the food;

others for what
comes after,

a little bingo-bongo
up the Congo.

[knocks softly on table]

But I maintain...

that the real reason

is for the conversation.

And what is it that pulls us
out of that conversation?

Huh?

Um...the waiter?

Yes! Exactly.

Absolutely correct.

Sometimes,
we get in the way.

We get in the way
of that conversation.

And once I figured
that out, Lisa,

I knew I had to
do something,

I knew I had to find
the solution.

Are you finished
with your meal?

Leah: Uh...yes. Yes.
It was delicious.

How was yours, Shane?
Was the steak juicy?

Hmm?

Yeah.
It was good.

John: Perfect.

[clears throat]

[footsteps]

So, now you've wined,
and you've dined,

and thanks
to your pal, John,

you've had your anniversary
cake, too.

But is that enough
to ensure

you two are gonna have
an unforgettable evening?

No, not by the length
of a White Owl cigar.

Ha ha!

There is still so much
left to talk about,

so much celebration
to be had.

Who knows?

Maybe a certain someone
has big news--

another member
of the family coming along.

But what is getting
in the way

of that celebration, hmm?

What is putting the kibosh
on the chitcha?

Crumbs!

Now, I don't know
about you,

but if there's one thing that
ruins a conversation for me,

it's a mess.

And on the table between you two
is exactly that.

So, what do you do?

Let's all just...
let's close our eyes,

and let's just imagine
what we--

Rose, the lights.
What are you doing?

Just give us a second.

Close our eyes
and imagine...

He's got a gun.

What?

A gun.

John: Don't
embarrass us again.

Ha ha ha.
Sorry about that.

A little technical issue.
So, where were we?

Um...Oh, no.
Right. Yes.

How to imagine
the perfect solution.

So, let's do that,
shall we?

Shall we just
close our eyes

and imagine
the perfect solution?

Okay, roll down
those curtains.

No peeking. Ha.

[silverware rattling]

[blows]

[footsteps receding]

John: You stand.

Ladies
and gentlemen,

may I present
the Crumb Catcher?

It's a conversation piece.

You see--

[piano plays harshly]

There's no...there's no need
for that pesky waiter

to keep interrupting
your conversation.

You can just sweep
all those crumbs

up in there yourself.
Ha ha ha!

So, who wants
to try first?

Yeah, I'll try it.

That a boy, Shane-O.
Go ahead.

Sweep all those crumbs
up in there.

Yeah. Ha ha ha.

Sweep them on up there.

Yeah. Yeah.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Yeah.

That's it.

So?

It's...it's nice.

Don't hog it now.
Let Leah have at it, too.

Go ahead, Leah.

Give it a try.

Really get
the full experience.

Go ahead, Shane.
Give it to her.

That's it.
Let her have it.

Go ahead.
Give it to her, Shane.

Let her have
the full experience.

Go ahead. Just sweep them
on up in there.

That's a girl.
Sweep them in.

So?

What do you think?

I mean,
I think it's great.

It's really something.

Leah...

is it the design
you're having issues with

or...or is it
the functionality?

No, no, no.
I mean...

No, I think
it's great.

You're not just
saying that?

You're being honest
with me?

Because, I mean,
I can take criticism.

I take pride
in that.

So, come on, Leah.
Give it to me straight.

I could really use the female
perspective on this thing.

Yo, John, give me
some more whiskey, man.

Certainly, Shane, but I think
it's important to get

to the bottom of the issue
Leah seems to be having.

Come on now, Leah.
Speak your piece.

Leah: Well, I guess I...
I guess I don't understand

why the customer

would want to sweep up
their own crumbs.

Hmm...

Right.

Right, right, right,
right, right, right.

Ha ha ha.
You see...Lena,

that's kind of
the whole point.

I mean, who else is gonna
clean it up, right?

I mean, you wouldn't
want that waiter

to keep interrupting you.

Remember, you're having
a wonderful--

John, can I speak
with you, please?

Let's try something different.
Let's have a conversation.

It's a conversation piece.

Shane...

let's start
with you.

Speak with your wife.
Go ahead. Tell her--

Tell her
what's on your mind,

anything at all.

The point is to communicate
with the woman you love.

Rose: John--

In a minute, Rose!

Go ahead.

Tell her
what's in your heart.

Go ahead.

Um...

That's it.

Uh...

I, um...

Thank you so much
for bringing me

to this wonderful
restaurant, Shane.

This has been such
a special night.

I feel so happy
right now.

Uh-huh.

[sighs heavily]

Shane: I, um...

I'm...I'm...
I'm happy, too.

And you're welcome.

Rose: Why don't we give them
a minute alone

and let them finish
their conversation?

John.

Leah, sure we can't
offer you anything else?

A splash
of Chardonnay perhaps?

No. I'm fine.

Okay. Well, you just let us know
if you change your mind.

[John chuckles]

John: Would it kill you
to support me?

Rose: I do support you.

John: Well, you've got
a funny way of showing it.

Rose: Well, you look
like an idiot.

John: What are you
talking about?

It's going great
in there.

Rose: Are you out of your mind?
Clearly it's not going great.

Rose, would you
just stop?

See, this is
your problem.

You only focus
on the negative.

On a scale
from one to ten,

how interested are you
in financing our project?

Ten means your interested.
One means you're not.

It's a scale.

John: What Rosie
means to say

is that we would love
to show you our business plan.

The first point
of attack

is to create demand,
and to do that,

we're gonna install
these babies

in all the high-end
restaurants,

you know, real five-star
establishments.

Yeah, and I'm thinking
we're gonna need

about $50,000
to get started.

I know that number Rosie just
spit out may sound like a lot,

and it is, but, you know,
you need to understand

a thing or two about
the manufacturing business.

Rose: And just
to be clear, we're working

on a really tight deadline
here, right, John?

No, this is true.

You see, the manufacturing
business,

or the company we plan to use
is very high-end

and very much
in demand.

So, they're gonna need our order
in by the end of next week

in order to secure
our spot for the fall.

Yeah, great.
So, then, why don't you

just let us look
over all this,

and then we're gonna
get right back to you.

All right?

John: Oh, fantastic.
The number on the back

will put you in touch
with my secretary.

And just to keep
things moving along,
we'll take a check.

Whoa, Rosie.
What's the hurry?

Come on. What,
is tomorrow a holiday?

Speaking of tomorrow,
it's getting late.

So, we should probably
wrap this up.

But Shane and I are
both really excited

about the opportunity.

And so are we, Elaine.

Just over the moon
with excitement.

Rose: Do I look
stupid to you?

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

My apology.
Don't mind Rosie here.

She just came off a really
long, hard shaft--shift.

Shift. Ha ha.

Yeah, and I'm thinking
that I should tell her about it.

John: No, no, Rose.

Why bore them
with the details?

We'll just be on our way.
All right?

Help me out
with this,

and we'll be
out that door.

Just get all these materials
packed up, shall we?

[door slams]

That guy just
brought a gun

into our house
and threatened us!

Leah, people carry guns
all the time.

It's not that big
of a deal.

Not that big
of a deal?

Why are you excusing
everything that they do?

I don't know.

Maybe because he's,
like, on the spectrum,

like you said before,

and he just doesn't know
what the fuck he's doing.

No, he knows exactly
what he's doing.

Jesus Christ,
why aren't they leaving?

Shane: They're probably
just warming up the car.

Not everybody
needs to warm up
the car, Shane.

Hey, can we just
relax, please?

There's no point
in being angry, okay?

They're gone.

Except for the fact
that they're not gone

because they're still
in the fucking driveway.

If they're not gone
in 30 seconds,

I'm calling
the police.

Where are you going?
Don't leave me here.

I'll be right back.

[door slams]

[thunder rumbling]

[Leah sighs]

[whispering]
"You need to leave

if this is gonna work."

"I will take care
of you.

Just need more time."

Leah: Oh, thank God.

They're leaving.

[sighs]

[soundtrack music playing]

[door opens]

You want a drink?

How are you so easy
about all of this?

I'm not easy
about any of it.

I'm just exhausted.

Shane, that guy,
he thinks we're
gonna bankroll

his whole
ridiculous...

whatever the fuck
this thing was.

Did you look
at this shit?

"The death
of the middle class

"is a disgrace
to this great nation,

"a nation of
working-class heroes.

"We will bring
the fight to the table.

Pick up the brush
and take matters
into your own hands."

Shane, he's insane.

We have to call
the police.

Look, Leah...

it's been
a really long night.

All right? Can we just give
this shit a rest for now,

and we'll talk about it
tomorrow morning?

Shane, they could come
back here at any second!

If you don't call
the police right now,

then I will.

What are you doing?

Looking up the number

for the county
sheriff's office.

Baby.

Baby, come here.
Come here.

Baby, come on.

Can you stop?

What?

Why are you downplaying
all of this?

I'm not downplaying shit.

I just don't know what you
expect to happen right now.

Like, what? You gonna
call Sheriff Bill Bob

and tell him that some weirdo
with a sweeping machine came

and brought us
our wedding cake

and a nice bottle
of whiskey?

Come on.

Look, I know this is
all my fault, all right?

And I should never have let
those people inside the house.

And I'm sorry.

What am I supposed
to do with that?

I don't know.

I'm just saying
that I'm sorry.

[cell phone thuds loudly]

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

[brushing sounds]

What are you
looking at?

Nothing.

Then can you stop?

[sighs]

So, um, what do you
want to do tomorrow?

[laughs softly]

I am so sick
of this shit.

When do I get a choice
in any of this?

[toothbrush rattling
and water running]

Mmm. Actually...

[spits]

No, I do have
a choice.

I can either choose
to get angry,

or I can choose
to not care.

But at the end
of the day,

I'm still cleaning up
your fucking mess.

That's not true.

No? You ever thank
my mother for the wedding?

Exactly.

I'll text them
tomorrow.

Huh.

How do you think
it makes me feel

to have to clean up for you
in every aspect of our lives?

It's so exhausting.

Look, Leah...

I'm gonna thank
your parents

for the wedding,
all right?

I'm gonna
give them a call

first thing
tomorrow morning.

Wow. A phone call.

That's really big
of you, Shane.

What do you want
from me?

I want you to give a shit
about anything, Shane!

We've been working
on this book for five years,

and suddenly, just
without a second thought...

All right! All right!

Enough about
the fucking book!

No, no, no, Shane.
I want to talk about this.

Why? It has nothing
to do with you.

Nothing to do--

What are you talking
about, Shane?

Shane, we're married!
We're fucking partners!

That book has just
as much to do with me

as it does with you.

Are you fucking
kidding me?

What part
of that book

has anything
to do with you?

Do you have
any idea

how this would make me
look at work, Shane?

I would look like
a complete fucking idiot.

I fought for you
since day one,

and now, like, we're having
the littlest bit of success,

and you're just
gonna pull out?

Right, because
all they care about

is success
and the interview

and the fucking
write-up

and just
all that bullshit.

Yes, because that is
literally my fucking job,

and I happen to be
very good at it, Shane.

So, if you don't mind,
why don't you

get the fuck
out of my way?

All right,
I'll fucking get out.

[bottle rattles]

[sighs]

[car door closes]

Leah: Can we please finish
talking about this?

Can you
get out, please?

Shane, I'm not
just gonna sit here

and watch you
destroy everything
that we've built.

I don't want
any of it, all right?

It's all bullshit.
It's all fake.

What is? What are you
talking about?

Just everything,
everyone.

You think anybody in
your little fucking book club

actually gives
a fuck about me?

Yes, Shane,
of course they do.

Everybody
loves the book.

Would you stop saying that?
They don't love the book.

They love looking down
on my father

like he's some
fucking specimen.

Stop being
so paranoid, Shane.

Nobody feels
that way, okay?

Then why didn't you
invite him to the wedding?

[footsteps approaching]

Shane--

What do you want?
You want me to write you

another fucking book
or something,

or could I go
get drunk now?

Go away, Leah!
Get the fuck out!

Okay.

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

Hey. How's it
going in there?

Great.

Good. Good.

So, then, uh...
you two enjoyed it?

The presentation,
I mean.

Yeah.

Of course you did.
You know,

it really is
an incredible
opportunity.

An idea like this
doesn't come around
very often.

I can assure you
of that.

So, listen, pal,

there's been
a little bit...

We're gonna cut you
in on this thing.

I promise you that.

But there's been
a little bit

of a change
in direction,

a little change
in plan.

You see, after
speaking with Rosie,

she feels
that we might need

some form of, um...
collateral first,

you know, just to
establish some trust

before we all become

official
business partners.

Um, that all sounds
really great, all right,

but right now is not
a good time for all this.

Well, the thing is
we're gonna need

a little something
tonight, some cash.

All right. Well, I don't have
anything to give you.

Oh, come on, Shane.
Be reasonable.

I mean,
a star like you,

a house like this,
you've got to have

something
lying around.

This is not
my fucking house!

I don't know
who you think I am,

but I'm not rich,
okay?

Well...Wait.
Um...

This is not
your house?

No, it's not.

Irregardless,
we are gonna need

something tonight,
you know,

or she's gonna
hit "send,"

and I don't want it
to have to come to that.

I mean, this woman
is crazy.

You know
what they're like.

Yeah.
Look, John, um...

if you want this
to work, right,

between you and me,
man to man--

Sure.

Then you're gonna
have to give me

a little bit more time, all
right, because I can't just--

Shane, Shane, Shane,
say no more.

I completely understand
where you're coming from.

[Exhales]
All right. Thank you.

Okay. It's not
a problem whatsoever.

So, I'll give you,
like, say, 10 minutes.

Meet me down at the end
of the driveway.

We are gonna
make this right, pal.

[footsteps receding]

[door closes]

John: I see.

So, are we just supposed to rush
in there with our horns out?

Rose: Clearly, going in
with all smiles isn't working.

You'd better man the fuck up,
or I will!

Rose, I have conveyed
the message--

What the fuck
is that?

Oh, my God.
Shane...

very, very good
thinking.

Babe, this is
an original painting

from the abstract
imperialist era.

What are we running,
a fucking art gallery?

Would you just--

Shane, why don't you
tell her about the piece?

Go ahead.

Um...

Well, it...it's, um...
it's a painting,

uh...by, um...

Santiago Sabasalen.

Yeah, he's this famous
Peruvian painter.

You guys must have
heard of him.

No.

Well, no, the name
does sound a bit familiar.

No, it doesn't.

Well, I mean, everybody
is talking about him.

He's, um...He's, uh...
He's very trendy.

Actually, Leah and I,
we were introduced to him

because of her boss,
the lady that owns the house.

She was doing business
in...in South America

at this gala.

Oh, wow. Gala.
Very impressive.

Yeah. No, it is, man.
I mean, you should have seen

the hotel
we were staying at.

Everything was comped.

Yeah. Oh, dude, there was
palm trees and parrots,

and it was paradise, man.
It was so nice.

But look, look.
That's not important, all right?

What is important is that
this painting right here

is worth a lot
of bread.

You're sitting on 10
to 15K easy.

Oh, my god, Shane.

I just got
the most amazing idea.

Why don't we tag in
Leah's aunt...or boss?

A hotshot like that
would love the Crumb Catcher.

What did you say
her name was again?

No. No!

Oh, come on, Shane.
Be a team player.

Invite her to the next
business meeting.

Business meeting?
No, no. Look, look.

This is it.
All right?

This is all
that you're getting.

Just...just take
the fucking thing!

Oh, wait. Whoa.
Shane, Shane.

I mean, it's a pretty
painting and all,

but, I mean, this
can't be everything.

I mean, we've got a lot
of work ahead of us.

Okay, fine, fine.

You don't want this shit,
then fine. Just...

Shane, Shane-O,

I think maybe
we're not communicating.

We love
the painting, okay?

But this would just be
to establish some form of trust

before we all focus
our attention

on the Crumb Catcher

and become official
business partners.

Are you out
of your fucking mind?

We're not
business partners!

You are extorting me.

And you
know what, man?

Nobody wants
that piece of shit

fucking Crumb Catcher
in the first place.

Believe me
when I say this--

the only reason
why anybody

would ever give you
a second thought

is because
your wife blew them.

Okay?
So, why don't you

pack up your shit,
go grab your bitch,

and you get the fuck
out of here!

[groans]

[thudding]

Huh?

[thudding]

Hey.

Hey.

If you don't want
to publish the book...

that's fine with me.

Okay?

[slurping sounds]

[Shane groaning]

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Ha.

Understatement
of the fucking year.

[exhales deeply]

I can't believe I m--

[door opens]

I'm gonna need
$10,000,

or this video spreads
through your wedding party

like a fucking virus.

So, we're gonna take care
of this right now.

There's a bank down the road
that opens at 9:00.

No.

Excuse me?

No, we're not
giving you any money.

Are you fucking
with me?

Leah: No.

Your Uncle Leo invited us
to the Facebook page.

Ha.

Last chance.

Don't you realize that what
you're engaged in right now

is blackmail,
which is a felony,

like, a multi-year sentence,
orange jumpsuits?

Get the picture?

$5,000.

$5,000?
I thought it was 10.

5,000! That's it!

$5,000,
and that's it?

No more visits
from the bozo?

No, this is it.

Okay. Are you gonna
agree to that?

Hmm? Hello.

I want to hear you
say it.

John?

All right!
I'll agree to it!

Only I am taking
the painting, too.

Leah:
The painting?

John: The Santiago
Sabasalen.

The what?

Come on.
Just give us some money.

-Go get the envelope.
-Wait a second.

We're talking about
the painting here.

What's going on with
the painting, Rose? Come on!

Okay, we're giving you
1,200 in cash tonight.

I'll give you
the rest tomorrow.

But you're gonna delete
that video right now,

and you're not getting
any fucking paintings.

I want the painting!

Hey, come on.
Just give us the money.

What is the matter
with you?

The red envelope
from my parents.

I gave it to you
last night.

It's in your jacket.

It's gone.

What?

When I woke up,
it was empty.

Oh, I see.
Ha ha.

You wouldn't
happen to know

anything about
this, would you?

No.

What is she talking about?
What envelope? Red envelope?

A few more details--

Shut the fuck up!

[slam]

Leah: You've been paid.

Wait a minute.
Hold on here a second.

What are you talking
about, a ring? Oh, boy!

Aah!

That little bitch.

Give me
that fucking phone.

Ow! My fucking nail!

Hey, Miss Princess!
Elaine!

Look what I got here.

Something the whole family
can enjoy.

Goddamn it, Rosie,
what's the password?

[spraying]

Goddamn it!
Aah! Aah! Get off me!

God! Fucking bitch!

Aah! Goddamn it!

Get off me!

[loud thud]

Shane: Fuck.

[Shane breathing heavily]

Leah.

Rose: Fuck, John.
What did you do to her?

Hey, baby.
Hey, get up.

Rose: What the fuck
did you do to her?

You fucking hurt her!
Fucking asshole!

Leah: Get off me.

Shane: Let me help you.

Here. I got you.
Let me see.

I'm gonna
get us some help.

No, no, no!
No one's calling anyone!

[groaning softly]

[Rose speaking indistinctly]

Aah!

Shane: Aah! Fuck!

Rose: John! John!

Leah, baby, come on.
I'm gonna get you up, okay?

Okay, baby.
I got you.

Get off of me. Uh!

I'm gonna get you
some help, baby.

You did this to me!

Leah, I'm sorry.
Leah...I'm sorry.

[groaning]

[John and Rosie
arguing indistinctly]

My eyes are burning,
you fucking bitch!

John! John!

All right!
All right! I got it!

Hey, call an ambulance!

Rose: No, no, no!
No one's calling anyone!

[indistinct]

Shane: Can we just relax
for a second?

She started it.
God, my fucking eyes!

[Rose shouting
indistinctly]

John: Calm down, Rose!
We're not going anywhere!

I said sit the fuck down,
little lady!

Hey, hey, hey! Yo!
Put that shit away!

Fucking relax!

Just sit her down
and keep her talking.

Shane: All right.
That's a good idea.

Yeah, I know it is
because I said it.

Hey. Hey.

Rose: You fucking idiot!
Put the gun away.

Look what you did.

What I did? What I did?
What about what you did? Huh?

How much was in
that goddamn envelope?

How are you feeling?

[John and Rose
arguing indistinctly]

We need to get
out of here.

John: How much is it?

You still getting 500
for the whole enchilada?

A lot more
than you can afford.

Yeah, I wouldn't
pay you two nickels,

you fucking
dried-up lizard!

Yeah, pick it up, bitch!
Go ahead!

You could have had--
We could have been--

But, no, you had to
go now! Fuck you!

You fucking dumb bitch!
This is on you!

This is all on you!
Not me! You!

And I'm not letting you
pull me down anymore!

John, she's gonna die
if we don't do something.

John: Oh, darling...

Look. Hey.
You two need to get

the fuck out of here
right now, before you--

Before what?

Before you make a mistake
that you can't come back from!

Oh, and what
exactly happens

when the cops
show up?

There's not gonna be
any cops.

Oh, there's gonna be
cops, all right,

and they're gonna
want to know

what happened
and how it happened.

Then I'll tell them that...
I'll tell them that Leah and I

got into a really bad
argument about the wedding,

and then she stormed
out of the house,

and she tripped,
and she hit her head,

and it was just
an accident, all right?

And I took her
to the hospital,

and then we'll just press delete
on the whole fucking night.

Ha! "Press delete
on the whole night?"

What is that,
a writer thing?

So, if we leave right now,
you'll forget about this?

Yes.

Hold on. Wait
a second here now.

You've been
Mr. Negative

about this guy
the whole night.

Now, all of a sudden,
you want to trust him?

Rose: What other options
do we have?

John: We have
other options.

Rose: And none of them are good.
So, let's just leave right now

and they'll listen
to his side of the story.

Oh, his side
of the story?

And trust this little
cockroach not to bury us?

Not to mention
Miss Bossy Pants over here.

You heard her.
She wants to throw us in jail

and lock away
the kingdom!

Stop talking,
you fucking idiot.

Oh, I'm the idiot?

Back the fuck up, man!

Rose: We have the video.
That's what they want, right?

And we have it.
That's it.

And then there's...
there's a secret!

Are you finished?

No, no, no, no, no.
Uh-uh. No way.

See, I know what's
going on here, right?

I am making the plan
from this point forward,

and I'm not listening
to princess or the toad or you.

I am the guy
calling the shots,

and there's not gonna be
any secret envelopes.

There's not gonna be
any cell-phone videos.

There's not gonna be
any you sucking his dick!

[Leah screams]

You hear me, huh?

You got that, lover boy?
I've got a plan

that you don't even know
anything about, okay?

So, now this is the way
the story goes.

So, you see, these two lovebirds
were celebrating,

only Shane-O here was
celebrating just a bit too much.

Stop! No!

Good boy. You see,

Shane here
has a problem.

I'll tell you that,

and everybody at the wedding
will tell you that, too.

And Leah...Leah begged him
to stop,

or she said
she'd leave him.

But, you see,
Shane here couldn't stop

because he's a drunk,
just like his old man.

[Shane choking]

Enough of this shit!

[Shane gagging
and coughing]

What's the matter,
baby, huh?

What's the matter?
Isn't this what
you always wanted,

a big, tough guy?
Well, here I am, lover!

Do you like that, huh?
You like what you see?

Huh?

Give me
that fucking bottle!

Oh. Ha ha ha.

So, if I take that shit
to the head right now,

I can drive her
to the hospital,

and that's the deal?

Oh, wow.
That's a great idea, Shane.

Wish I had thought
of it myself.

Fuck it.

John: Come on, now.

There you go.

[gulping]

A little...a little bit more,
just a skosh.

[gulping]

Mmm. Mmm.

John: That a boy.
Isn't that wonderful?

You see what we can do
when we all just work together?

[car engine starting]

Now, the closest hospital
is gonna be in Kingston.

All right? So, you're gonna
follow this to 32,

and then just take
the signs from there.

All right, buddy?
Travel safely.

[loud thumping]

Shane: Why are you
looking at me like that?

I'm not looking
at you like anything.

Oh, yeah?
Then what's that?

I'm sorry to tell you, baby,
but I'm an unlovable man.

You don't know that?

No.

I'm unable
to accept love.

That's so interesting.

So, it's, like,
a condition, then?

You might say that.

Why don't you just
go to the doctor?

They might just give you
a pill to fix that right up.

[kiss]

[dramatic soundtrack
music playing]

[tires screeching]

[thunder rumbling]

Look, we've just...
got to get to Kingston.

[tires screeching]

Leah! Hey!
Leah, wake up!

Sit up, baby!
Sit up! Come on!

[muttering]

[burps loudly]

Ugh.

Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!

Oh!

You just have to
concentrate, baby, okay?

You just
have to concentrate.

It'll be okay.

[thunder rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Wait. What the fuck
are you doing?

[engine revving]

[crash]

Uh! Fuck! Oh, shit!

[tires screeching]

Oh, shit!

[horn honking]

What? Are you
fucking insane?

[horn honking
and tires screeching]

Oh, shit!

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

Jesus fucking Christ!

You okay, baby?
Don't worry.

I'm gonna get us
out of this.

[crash]

[gasping]

You want to go
fucking fast?

Let's go fast,
motherfucker!

[engine revving]

Slow down!
Slow down! Stop!

Ah!

Oh. Oh. Okay.

Okay.

Okay. All right.

Oh, shit.

Uh. Okay.

Yeah.

Hold on!

Leah, hold on!
Hold on!

[tires screech]

[vehicle approaching]

All right. This is good.
It's good.

Okay. It's good. Okay.
All right. All right.

[engine cranking]

Ah! Fuck.

[engine cranking]

[engine starts]

Okay. All right.

This road's got to lead
somewhere, babe, all right?

You okay?

Hey, stay with me.
You okay?

Yeah.

Super cold.

Let me put on
the heat for you.

[muttering]

Look. There's
an opening ahead.

That's good.
That's good.

Yeah.

[engine sputters]

[radio playing music
intermittently]

No, no, no!
Okay. Come on, car.

[radio playing music
intermittently]

Come on! Come on!

[engine stops]

Fuck! Fuck!

[Leah shivering]

Hold on, baby.
Hold on.

Just hold on. It's gonna
be okay, all right?

[engine cranking]

[banging]

Fuck!

All right. Hold on, baby.
Hold on. Hold on.

Come here. Come here.
Come here.

[engine cranking]

Fuck.

[engine cranking]

God. Uh!
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[engine cranking]

Go, you fuck!
Fuck! Work!

Fuck. All right.

[engine cranking]

Fuck!

[rattling]

All right.
All right.

Okay. Leah? Hey.
Hey, hey.

Hey. Look. Look.

Look, we're just gonna
give it a minute, okay?

We're gonna let it rest,
and then...

and then we'll...
we'll be fine.

And...we'll walk
if we have to, Leah.

Leah? Yeah?
We can walk...

walk if we have to.

Oh, my god.
Please, please, please.

Please give me it.

[sniffles]

Please,
I just need this.

I need this one.
Please. I just need this one.

[sniffles]

[breathing heavily]

[vehicle approaching]

Oh, fuck.
Hold on, Leah.

Hold on. Hold on.
There's somebody there.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get an ambulance, please,
for my wife!

She's hurt!

Help!

Man: Hey, sir,
are you all right?

Can I help you?

What happened here?
Oh, wow.

Wow. Look at that.

What is that?
An old Cutlass?

What is she,
like a '77, '78?

Now, I'll tell you,

it's not my favorite.
This era, I mean.

Now, see, they
used to do it right

in the fif--
Oh, my god!

[moaning]

Are you
all right, ma'am?

Are you all right
in there?

Ma'am, are you
all right?

Get in. Get in.
Fucking asshole.

[indistinct]

You see how this guy
is acting, Rosie?

He's acting like
a complete fucking lunatic.

Come here.
Come on.

You want to play?
Come on!

Come here, pretty boy.
Come on. Here we go.

Here we go.
Come on. Come on.

[screwdriver rattles]

I mean, this guy
is dangerous, Rose.

You should see what he did
to his poor wife.

She's all
busted up in there.

I tried to help her, and then
he started coming at me

like a complete whackadoo.

I mean, you saw that,
Rose, right?

I mean,
these freaking people.

They're all
the fucking same.

Their whole fucking
macho act!

Their swinging fucking hips'
and the fucking tattoos!

Where you going, huh?

Hey, where you going?

Where you going, huh?
Where you going, tough guy?

Stop it, John!

No, no. This boy
has this coming to him.

John!

That's right, pretty boy.
Bingo, bongo, up the Congo.

Ha ha!
You think that's funny?

Huh? You think
that's funny, kid?

Look who's laughing now.

You gonna give me
a nice tip, sir?

Will you be wanting
anything else?

Are you ready
for your cake?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I am not taking it anymore.

I am taking
a fucking stand,

and I am well
within my rights.

So, we're gonna put
a stop to this

right here, right now!

Stay right there, okay?

I've had it
with this shit!

Rose. Rose, take it
easy, okay?

I mean, just
put it down, okay?

Rose, come on.

Come on now, Rose!

Don't do that!
Don't be stupid, all right?

I'm warning you.

That thing is worth more
than your fucking life!

No!

[two gunshots]

[choking sounds]

Rose: Aah! Ah!

Aah. Ah...

Ha. Ha...

[sobbing]

You've got to help.

I'm...I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Help.

Help, please.

Yeah. I don't know.
I don't know.

I don't know.
I mean, I...

I was never here.
Okay? You got that?

You got that?

You got that?
You got that?

You got that?
Okay?

I was never here.

[key alarm beeping]

[beeping stops]

[breathing deeply]

Man's voice: 911.
What's the emergency, please?

[Shane groaning]

[door closes]

What happened?

They're gone.

What happened?

Look.

It's nothing to be
worried about.

I'm worried about
you, all right?

[crying softly]

I'm so sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, it's--

I'm sorry.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Stop. Stop.

Hey.

[crying]

Just be with me
here right now, okay?

[crying]

You know
what I was thinking?

[thunder rumbling]

What?

I think we need
to get a new car.

[laughs softly]

I want a Volvo.

[sniffles]

Something safe.

Never gonna happen.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

[thunder rumbling]

[siren approaching]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain falling]

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