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♫ Once we could have had it all

♫ Now everything's all over

♫ Breaking up ten stitches apart

♫ Rip the old scars wide open

♫ Can't stare straight at the sun til you're blind

♫ Never wanted anything but light

♫ And we're taste it's all gone

♫ Losin' blood like a soldier

♫ Dig our own holes in the ground

♫ When we're alone

♫ It's easy when you're ♫

(retches)

(spits)

(dry heaves)

("Addicted to Fire" by The Party Death)

(knocking on door)

(knocking on door)

(knocking on door)

(groans)

(groans)

(retches)

(ominous music)

- No.

♫ Oh, we're headed out to Brooklyn

♫ Case of beers in hand

♫ Couldn't afford no Prosecco

♫ Beard is long and dirty again

♫ But we're strong but we're strong

♫ The subways come along

♫ And we're holding out our time like it's a

♫ A free microphone

♫ Oh, Hope dropped out of college

♫ She found herself a man

♫ Inheritance paid the rent

♫ Til it all ran out

♫ But she's strong but she's strong

♫ And now she's workin' at a pub

♫ Somewhere out there in Brooklyn

♫ Before the sun's begun

♫ Here believin'

♫ Smart, fast women

♫ Boutique everything

♫ Hard drinking

♫ Smoke long thinking

♫ Society's a dream

♫ Dream

♫ Michael was her best friend

♫ Even when they made love

♫ He somehow knew the guards

♫ That stood around her heart

♫ And it's strong and it's strong

♫ With the tears that flow along

♫ Somewhere out there in Brooklyn

♫ Before the sun's begun

♫ Oh Mikey had a notion

♫ But he didn't have a plan

♫ He was madder than all Hell

♫ When Hope had took his hand

♫ With Fenders playin' loud

♫ From every coffee bar they hear

♫ Yes out there in Brooklyn

♫ Somethin's stirring in the air

♫ Here livin'

♫ Smart, fast women

♫ Boutique everything

♫ Hard drinking

♫ Smoke long thinking

♫ Society's a dream

♫ Dream

♫ Oh we're headed out to Brooklyn

♫ We got some friends and ale ♫

(groans)

- There's a dead Asian in the bathtub.

- What?

What kind of Asian?

- She was like, Filipino, maybe?

- I don't give a fuck what her nationality is.

(toilet flushes)

Oh, that Asian.

- Piss, that Asian? (snorts)

- Get up. (gasps)

(grunts)

Get up! (shrieks)

We got a problem!

This chick is definitely dead, man!

- No fuckin' shit, Smoke.

- Dead, who the fuck is dead?

- I'm fuckin' dead.

- The, how can she be fuckin' dead?

- Who the fuck is dead?

- The fuckin' stripper, man!

- I think she graduated from stripper to hooker

when she agreed to--

- I don't give a fuck what her job title is, man,

she's fuckin' dead.

- I was just sayin'.

- Fuck, this is bad.

This is really fucking bad.

- Bad's kind of underselling it, like heroin--

- Fuck you, been anyone.

- Everybody, shut the fuck up!

- We gotta call the fuckin' cops, dude.

We gotta call the fuckin' cops

and we gotta call 'em right fucking--

(glass shatters)

- Nobody is calling anybody.

Nobody is going anywhere.

Nobody is rolling the dice on anything

until we find out what the fuck is happening in there.

(suspenseful music)

Friends don't fuck each other over!

(snorts)

Know what, phones.

Turn 'em off.

Put 'em on the table.

No mistakes here.

Bird.

Bird, give me your fucking phone.

Bird.

Hey, motherfucker, what the fuck you doing?

Tweeting this shit?

- No, fuck's sake.

- And find hers, in her purse, and fucking smash it.

Now can someone please explain to me

what the fuck happened after I passed out?

- I don't remember you passing out.

I don't remember me passing out.

- I don't remember shit.

- Mikey?

- Nothing, nothing,

I remember comin' back here with the girl

but she was fine.

- So no one's got the slightest idea

how an Asian stripper - [Seanie] Asian hooker.

- [Vince] Ended up dead in my fucking bathtub?

I mean, it doesn't fucking add up.

- We gotta call the cops, man.

I mean she's fucking dead, we gotta call the cops.

- No (laughs).

- There's an idea.

- What the fuck (laughing).

What are you fucking nuts?

- We all said we didn't fucking do it.

- Well I know, I heard, we don't know what happened.

- Exactly, we don't fuckin' know what happened.

I mean she's bruised, we have fuck knows what in our system.

I mean this guy's fucking doing blow right now.

- What if one of us did?

- Did what?

- That.

I mean it wouldn't be the first time one of us

has done something pretty fucked up.

- Yeah, that's not really our brand of fucked up, though.

- A room full of coked out, fuckin' drunk, fuckin'

half of us done time,

I think that's an open and shut case, Seanie.

- Thank you.

We figure this out right here and right now, us.

And we deal with it, and nobody gets fucked.

(scoffs)

Mikey?

- Bet.

- When the fuck did we get--

- Smoke, you of all people,

no one gets fucked.

Smoke, nobody gets fucked, nobody gets fucked.

- No one gets fucked, bet.

- Boys?

- Bet.

- Say it.

- Bet.

- Bet.

(rewinding tape whirs)

(tape clicks)

♫ Once we could have had it all

♫ Now everything's all over

♫ Breaking up ten stitches apart ♫

- There's no such thing as a

cool fuckin' court date. (knocking on door)

- What the fuck?

- The fucking cleanin' lady?

(knocking on door)

- Shh, they'll fuck off eventually.

(deadlock clicks)

(knocking on door)

- Fuck, your big ass feet.

- So who has the fucking cockroach experiments going?

- Fucking somebody is fucking out there.

- [Voiceover] I know you're in there, I can hear you.

- The fuck?

(clears throat)

- You owe me five bucks.

- Really not a good time, my man.

- You said that yesterday.

(sighs)

- All right, you wanna do this, all right.

You wanna do this, huh?

You really wanna do this now?

Yeah, all right, I got, what,

I owe you, I owe you, it's five, right?

I got two, I got two.

- I'll cut you a deal, baller.

I gotta sell these candy bars for my basketball team.

You and everyone in there buys one,

I'll wipe your whole owe off the books.

- Huh, what are we talkin' about, how much a bar?

- Three.

- Rip.

Hold on.

You got any money?

- No, I don't have any more money.

What the fuck you owe this kid money for?

- What, you got any money?

What about you?

One second, buddy, we got this.

- What's that, a hundred fair for the whole box?

- Oh, yeah (laughing).

- Great, great, here you go, buddy,

great, thanks.

- I'm supposed to get your e-mail for our newslet . . .

Oh, I'll just tell Coach you declined our newsletter.

- You tell that to Coach.

- Oh yeah, thank you for supporting urban youth basketball.

Later, Vince, thanks.

- Great, say hi to your mom.

You want one of these?

- For the love of Latoya Jackson,

I don't want any fucking candy.

- You want one of these, man?

You, you want one?

- Is there anybody you, uh, don't owe money to?

- Fuck you, asshole. (laughs)

- (snorts) Yeah, I'm the asshole.

You two are fucking coke dealers.

The only reason you're not sitting in jail

is cause I bailed your asses out.

You fucked my fiance. - [Mikey] Ex.

- [Seanie] And you have a God damn kid from it.

- Don't fucking bring her into this.

- And you drive a bus for a Nazi regime.

But I support urban youth basketball.

And I'm the fucking asshole, OK.

- You're a great, great man.

Now, can we talk about the dead Asian in the bathtub?

- I got an idea.

It's a little out there, but.

- Well I kinda think this whole

fuckin' situation is out there.

- Yeah, fuck it, we're listenin'.

- Mikey, that story you told me at the bar this morning?

That guy who was a regular when you worked there,

used to come in and pound all the gin martinis?

Anyway, they say he'd lay his head down on the bar

and take little five minute baby naps.

- This is definitely fucking out there.

- Rights, cuz, and he tipped well so you--

- Why the fuck are you explaining this shit

if he was there.

- Well, I mean fuck, dude, come on.

- I mean, the guy did tip well, you know,

so we just let his drunk-ass shit slide.

- Is there a fucking story here?

- Yeah, we were keying up for like this busy Friday night

this one time, and this guy, he puts his head down

and doesn't get back up.

You know, so at first, we figured he was like

one or two overboard, but after like, half-an-hour

of this guy not fucking moving,

I'm pokin' him with the fuckin' muddler

and eventually, Todd nonchalantly checks his fuckin' pulse.

And he's fucking dead.

- (Laughing) I like this story.

- Fuckin' wild, right?

- This is why I can't work in bars.

- I'm sure it's gonna end up in your next masterpiece.

- You took my phone, I can't fuckin' Evernote it.

- Yeah, so the place starts to fill up

cuz it's a fuckin' Friday, and you know,

we start freakin' out

because we can't have this dead guy sitting here.

We don't wanna fuck up the scene, have things clear out

and fuck up our money.

So the guy had mentioned he was staying at the Plaza.

So Todd goes out front and he flags a fuckin' cab down

and we put his ass in there.

He gives him 30 bucks and told him

to bring him back to the Plaza all right.

- You put a dead guy in a cab?

- I really like this story (sniffs).

- Why the fuck have I never heard this story?

- Dude, a lot of crazy shit goes down at that joint.

- So finish the story.

- So that's it, I mean a detective came in after

and asked us if we put a dead guy in a cab to the Plaza,

but you know how fuckin' Todd is,

he just fuckin' talked his way out of it.

And that's the story.

- OK.

- [Mikey] How does this relate to our situation, exactly?

- Uh,

well you got rid of the dead body, so.

- [Mikey] The cops showed up.

- Yeah, I don't think she's staying at the fucking Plaza.

- Well, I didn't say we should do

the exact same fucking thing, I'm just,

I'm fucking, it's a starting point.

- She's naked, all bruised up,

and we clearly brought this fuckin' girl here,

there's no overlap, dude. (claps)

- Great fucking story,

thank you. - [Mikey] Thank you.

- I think we need to look at some stuff

that's a little more realistic in our situation.

- OK, then why don't you fucking quarterback us

to fucking victory then.

- OK, we need to know

if anyone knows that she came here.

- If not?

- Then we have more options, right?

- Options for what?

- Options for fixing the problem.

- Ah, Christ.

- What?

- Oh, you think you're John fucking Gotti, dude?

- Oh yeah, says the guy who sends dead bodies

on taxi cab joyrides.

- What are you gonna do,

you gonna toss her off the Triborough?

Bury her in Central fucking Park?

- Fucking Christ.

- Look, hey, however that girl ended up in there,

whether it was our fault or not,

it's more important for you to do right by her,

than any of us go to prison?

- We are in the middle of a hurricane.

- That's bullshit like Irene.

- Yeah, that's not what they're saying.

- Yeah, well they need to make dipshits watch

the fucking Weather Channel.

- Bad weather could be good,

bad weather could be really fucking good for this.

- [Vince] What the, where you goin'?

- I'm going out for a fucking smoke,

getting outside this fucking shitty-ass energy

in this fucking apartment.

- [Mikey] Oh, yeah, we got this.

- All right, all right, so.

♫ Rip the old scars wide open

♫ Can't stare straight at the sun til you're blind

♫ Never wanted anything but light

♫ And we're taste it's all gone

♫ Losin' blood like a soldier

♫ Dig our own holes in the ground ♫

- You were in there for at least 15 minutes,

so you had to get your dick wet.

♫ When we're alone

♫ It's easy when ♫

♫ It's easy when you're known to

♫ Set fires and run but there's always

♫ Matches where we hide

♫ Now burn it alive, burn it alive

♫ But I'm afraid of fire

♫ Where do we light

♫ Where do we light this moment

♫ And our tears are all red ♫

- No way you didn't.

♫ We made

♫ Once we burned down all the stars and then

♫ The dark took over

♫ Waking up in terror comfort park ♫

(electronic music)

(din of party)

- [Voiceover] All right, whoa, whoa!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- That's right, Sean.

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, Seanie, come on.

Come on.

- [Seanie] Trust me, it's worth it.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I said I'm not fucking into it.

- Well shit, I'm into it.

Fuck.

- Cuz I'd remember remember killing killing a girl

remember killing a girl.

- Seanie already paid.

I don't hear no very often to freebies.

- Look, you can tell him that we fucked every which way,

I don't give a shit.

I'm just not into it, it's not my thing.

- Are you a faggot?

All that man shit you give off just a cover?

- I, you know.

(scoffs)

- You are.

You're a faggot.

(laughs)

(water runs)

- So, no one else remembers killing her either?

- That's what we're all saying, right?

She sure as shit didn't end up dead in there on her own.

- Where to, my man?

- Who the fuck are you?

You think you're so high and mighty?

You're every bit a fuck up as anyone else.

Let me ask you something, is there anyone

(laughing) in this room you don't owe money to?

- What the, what the fuck does that--

- No, no, is there (laughs).

What kind of coke dealer owes everyone he knows money?

Hah, poker star?

And as for being a shitty, shitty coke dealer,

as shitty as that is,

we wouldn't be having this awesome going away party

in the fucking first place if you could do that shit right.

- Well, I wouldn't be in this shit

if you didn't run your mouth.

Hah?

- Fuck you, that's a call that you told me to make.

- And you said too much!

Like you always do.

And I always pay you motherfuckers back.

- What, are you gonna pay us back in cartons of cigarettes?

Like, bitcoins?

You know, hear it doesn't really pay so good,

pressing plates in the joint.

- I'm tired of your fucking smartass shit!

No, no, no, I'm gonna fucking kill!

I'm gonna fucking kill you,

smartass, fucking, motherfucking (screams)!

I'm gonna fucking kill!

- [Voiceover] Dude, dude. - [Vince] I'm cool, I'm cool.

- [Voiceover] All he's saying is you don't need to be

such a fucking prick.

- Get the fuck off me.

I'm cool, I'm cool, I'm cool, I'm cool,

I'm just trying to sit the fuck down.

- [Voiceover] Chill the fuck out.

- [Bird] Relax, OK, just relax, all right?

- [Vince] OK. - [Bird] Relax.

- [Voiceover] You good? - [Vince] I'm good.

- Fuck man, what the fuck.

- And I, I am good for that money

and I'm gonna pay everyone of you fuckers back.

Fucking joint or no joint.

- Mm, mmm.

(sniffs)

(melancholy electronic music)

(party chatter and laughter)

- [Vince] Hey, hey, a lot of fucking noise,

what's your fucking problem? - [Woman] Get off me!

- I don't fuckin' remember that, now.

- It matches up with the bruises on that girl.

- Fuck that, I did not kill that girl.

- You're on the wagon.

He didn't say that you did.

(cries)

- What the fuck is wrong with him?

(Seanie drowned out by woman)

He can't even get his dick hard, OK?

And look at this, this is fucked up,

I swear to God. - [Bird] Hey.

- [Seanie] I think you should--

- Shut the fuck up, man.

- Don't get him in here, I don't wanna talk.

I don't wanna talk to you.

I don't want to talk to you, OK.

- [Bird] Just chill the fuck out, OK?

- No, no, no.

- Look, just chill the fuck out, OK?

All right, let's make this right.

- I don't really give a shit.

I really don't give, you fucking shit.

- Make this fucking right, just fucking make it right!

- Get off of me, ass-- - [Bird] Shut the fuck up!

(breathes heavily)

- Look, man, we're just tryin' to sort out our day.

- Bullshit, you all think I did this.

- No, we're not saying you killed her, dude.

- It doesn't matter if you did, bro.

- [Seanie] Well, it matters.

- [Vince] No, it doesn't fuckin' matter.

- Well if he killed that chick cuz he can't get

his fucking dick hard it sure as shit matters.

- [Vince] It doesn't. - [Bird] Fuck you!

- It doesn't fuckin' matter,

we all got skin in the game here.

- OK, so, so what are you sayin'?

- I'm saying that we all need to figure this out together.

- OK, but what are you actually saying?

- What he's actually saying (laughs) is that we should

chuck this fucking chick off a bridge.

- [Voiceover] Fuck.

- No, I think the burying idea was actually better.

- Oh, OK, yeah, that's way better.

- Burying a body in Central Park

in the middle of a fucking hurricane?

- Why don't you just pay attention, OK?

I didn't say Central Park, that was your dumbass idea.

- There's that spot off 215, a lot of baseball fields.

The place where Flip always wants to meet,

but there's a lot over there.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's not a dumbass fuckin' idea.

- So, uh, we're making this choice cuz Flip endorses it?

- [Bird] Unless you have a better fuckin' idea.

- [Vince] Yeah, you shut the fuck up.

- What are we gonna do, you gonna put her in a fucking canoe

and like, paddle her out there?

- You can tell yourself whatever you want

but Bird definitely fucking did it, I mean.

- Dude, I'm not arguing with you about the part of that

that's not racist, it doesn't matter.

- What do you mean it doesn't matter?

It's like, he's a fuck-up nigger.

I like him, but he's a fuck-up.

I have no idea what I'm doing here.

- He is a fuck-up. - [Seanie] Yeah, he is.

And it's like his fuck-up-ness that got Vince pinched,

and his like, fuck-up-idity is the whole reason

that we're all getting in this fucked up boat together.

- He might be a fuck-up, but so are you.

So am I.

- It's one thing to fuck up your own life,

it's another thing entirely to keep fucking up

everybody else's.

- You know, Hannah's dead.

Holly's mom isn't around because we are fuck-ups.

(radio broadcasts hurricane news)

(clerk mumbles)

That's two lives our shit is on the hook for.

- Hey, uh, hi, can I help you guys find something?

Other than that wonderful beanie baby.

- We're kinda just, like.

- You're kinda just?

Dudes, listen, you've been trolling around the store,

you look a little lost, your basket's still empty.

OK, your basket was empty, solid purchase.

Um, I'm bored as shit back there, I'm workin' the key desk.

Do you know what the key desk is like?

How many people do you think buy keys a day?

I'm gonna go with none.

It's tough, let me, let me, wait.

Let me help you find all your home improvement needs.

Home impro, home improvement solutions

is what I'm supposed to say,

it's a whole thing with the boss and the cameras.

It's weird, home improvement needs just sounds better.

Listen, what are we building, what are we fixin',

what are we fuckin' up?

You look like?

- I guess it's kind of a demo job,

we gotta cut some shit up.

- Yeah, some soft shit.

- Some hard shit, too.

(water runs)

- Fuck.

- Just stick it back in.

- You break that shit, you buy that shit.

45. - [Bird] 45?

The price says 25.

- 25 sale price, broken items, full price.

- What the fuck kinda

half-ass business shit-- - [Smoke] Hey, hey, hey.

It's cool.

Here, man, how much for that one,

the broken one, and the brown one?

- Hundred.

- There you go.

You tryin' to make fuckin' deals right now?

- So Vince beats the shit out of another--

- Hey, hey.

- Another girl for calling him out on bein' a faggot,

we gotta sit here and get ripped off by this fuck face?

- Yeah.

Hey, you thinks it's Vince?

- Look, I love Vince like a brother,

but he's definitely beaten the shit

out of way more bitches than he's fucked.

Fuck your fuckin' luggage, motherfucker.

- What the fuck?

- Ahh.

Boom.

Now just give me the Thor cutouts I want

and stop giving me shit.

- Dude, you need to have Mikey drive his ass out

and pick it up out back, I'm not pulling any favors

for your fucking comic book fetish.

- Whatever, man, just let me know when it's out there.

You've been ragin' tonight, eh?

- I've been fuckin' sober for a whole year.

Fuckin' veiniac.

- He's a fuck-up.

- No, I can't do that shit anymore,

thanks, though.

Um, 133.01.

- Oh, fuck off, he's cool.

See, I can't remember the last time I saw you

give a shit about anything.

I don't know what makes you think

you're out of the running of this fuck-up.

- I gave a shit just now.

Sorry.

- It's all right if you're a fuck-up.

Just as long as you own up to your own shit.

- So we're really gonna cut this girl up into little pieces?

(gasps)

Jam her in those suitcases

and wheel her down to the subway

and ride a train all the way out to Flip's.

(yells)

To bury this girl in a hurricane?

- [All] Yeah.

- Well, fuck, man.

- So, what, um,

where do we start.

- I vote, not there.

- Leg.

- Above or below the knee?

- Below.

Here, or?

- I'd probably say more like here, that's bone.

- I.

(body squishes)

No fuckin' way, man.

- It's what we agreed, man.

- Fuckin' pussy. - [Vince] Fuckin' Christ.

A little help here?

- He's talkin' to you.

(saw grinds on bone)

(Vince moans)

- Fuck. - [Mikey] Bro.

Well, if it was fuckin' easy, everybody'd be doin' it.

(bone grinds)

(ominous music)

(bone grinds)

(ominous music)

(heroin bubbles)

(bone grinds)

(Vince groans)

(Bird laughs)

- Keep it fuckin' straight.

- I am, dude.

- It's not that hard.

- [Mikey] Man, what the fuck? (baby cries)

- Come on, hey!

Wake up, hey, come on.

Hey, hey!

- Now breathe, hey. (baby cries)

Sean, you motherfucker!

Come on, breathe, Hannah.

- Laney?

- Breathe, come on, breathe.

Hannah, breathe.

Hannah.

- You're OK. - [Baby] Mama, mama.

(cries)

- I killed her, I fuckin' killed her.

- [Mikey] Oh, now you killed her?

- I killed Hannah, I killed this fucking girl.

- Well, destroyed that cut.

- It's me, it's what I do, I fuck things up.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Don't fucking whoa me, man.

- [Mikey] Man, that doesn't got shit to do with this.

- Yeah, it doesn't matter what any of us did

any fuckin' day, today, any day, we made a pact here, OK?

- A pact?

What do you think we're in the tree house?

We're doing fucking secret handshakes here?

- Look, all he means is--

- I don't give a fuck what you think he means

you God damn.

- Say it.

Say it.

Say it.

- Fuck you.

- No, say it you racist Irish cocksucker.

No, no, no, no, he wants to say it, go ahead.

- Hey.

- Needle-Junkie little bitch.

- [Smoke] Chill out. - [Bird] Little bitch.

No, little bitch wants to tell us how he killed her,

go ahead, tell us!

- Hey, hey!

- Tell us.

Is it the same way you killed Hannah?

Yeah, too bad Mikey's little girl isn't here cryin'

in those shitty diapers

while you nod the fuck off this time.

- Nigger.

(all shouting and banging)

- [Smoke] He's just tryin' to rile you up, man.

- [Bird] Fuck him, man!

We're just characters in his dumbass fuckin' books.

He doesn't give a fuck about us.

- You're all just bein' fucking assholes!

Just let him fucking go!

(suspenseful music)

- You're right.

I killed her.

Just like I killed Hannah.

- How you know?

- Cuz I fuckin' know.

- Aw, man, you're puttin' that fuckin' shit

up your arm again, huh?

- Don't fuck with me right now, I'll jam this

God damn needle in your eye.

- Hey, you know, I don't think any of us can preach

substance moderation right now.

- This is running, this is fucking running away.

- I'm not running.

- Oh, you are, all that money? - [Smoke] Man, just--

- [Vince] No, he's gotta hear this.

Where do you think all these stories come from,

huh, motherfucker?

Huh?

Us, motherfucker.

That, that's our fuckin' blood and misery

that you're cookin' up in that spoon.

Hey, fuck me, man, I'm going to prison.

Hello?

But these guys,

these guys, they've got something to live for.

- Mm.

- All that we've fuckin' done for you,

and you're running away.

- I'm at the end run.

- Don't you push me, don't you.

- Is that what you wanna hear?

I don't know what else to do.

Don't you wanna run?

(din of party)

You?

(thumping dance music)

- [Voiceover] Man, where the fuck you think you going?

- Yeah, but she's passed out.

- [Voiceover] It's what she wants.

- Don't you?

(dance music)

You remember listening to her gag on that fucking pillow?

(dance music)

- [Woman] No, somebody help!

(sobs)

(sobs)

(thumping dance music)

- Remember what it smelled like in that room?

Cuz I fuckin' do!

It was him inside her, but we all,

I fucked that girl that night.

- She got fucked up on her own accord, we were young.

- No, fuck you, don't you cop out like that.

- [Vince] I'm not coppin' out!

- That shit's in the past, man.

- Maybe for you, not for me.

All right, I spend every second of every day

just wanting to run away from everything

and everyone, and all the shit we've done to it.

Don't you, don't you wanna run?

- No, because I'm not a coward.

- OK, well I am.

All right, I can't just puff out my fucking chest

and swallow it, all right?

I can't chop off a fucking girl's arm

and shove it in a suitcase and forget about it, all right?

Well, fuck it, I guess I'm a coward.

Cause I go home and that shit is seared into me, all right?

Writing is the only thing that does fuck all to help.

- [Bird] So write about it.

- I have, but,

this is just, it's just,

fuck off.

- So this is just our fuckin' problem, hah?

And you're just gonna do what's good for you, hah?

Hah, Seanie, just gonna do what's good for you?

- You know what I love about you, Vince?

It's just, whether it's your stupidity

or fuckin' how stubborn you are, you just,

you don't know how to take a loss.

You fight everything (laughs).

You fight everyone, all the time.

It's exhausting to watch, but (sniffs)

this dead girl, this plan we're in the middle of,

it's a Catch-22, for me, at least.

- What the fuck are you talkin' about?

- If we run this thing exactly as you've drawn it up,

which would take a fucking miracle,

and I'm gonna have to live with it

and everything else on my conscience

for the rest of my shitty life,

and I can't do it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Nobody wants to do this.

It's just the best option out of a bunch of shitty ones.

- Who you been ain't who you gotta be.

- Come again?

- I've done the easy thing, the cowardly thing

like so many times that I can't take it.

All right, so, whether I'm why she's dead or not,

I think I am,

I'm gonna take responsibility for something

for once in my life.

- What the fuck are you talkin' about?

- I'm going down to Center Street with you tomorrow

and I'm gonna,

I'm gonna turn myself in.

- [Voiceover] Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

- So this,

this is not something that you guys are gonna

have to save me from.

- You guys sick of this fucking bullshit?

Who's sick of this fuckin' bullshit?

Go fucking nap, let's go finish this shit.

- Seanie.

- Sorry.

- I'm just checkin' up on you, man.

- I'm sorry.

- You, love ya.

All right.

(suspenseful music)

(sawing bone)

(sawing bone)

(grunts rapidly)

(breathes heavily)

- What are you guys doin'?

- Mornin', sunshine.

- Why the fuck is she in those suitcases,

what'd I tell you guys?

- Why don't you just go sit down, we're taking care of this.

- Why don't you all sit the fuck down, all right,

this is not a shut up, Seanie situation, OK?

You fuck with me on this, I'll call the cops.

- [Vince] The fuck you are. - Get the fuck off me!

I know exact-- - [Vince] You don't know shit.

You have any idea what those guys in prison'll do to you?

Those guys in Riker's, hah?

They take everything in their cell

and they jam it up your ass

just to see how much you can hold.

And then they send your snarky ass back down here

in a pine box when they got bored.

- Well, that'll be my problem.

- No, it'll be my problem.

It'll be all our problem.

And we have enough God damned problems right now.

So stick to the plan and shut the fuck up

and let us fix it.

- Fuck this, don't fuck this up for me!

I'm not letting you fuck this up for me!

I need to do this.

- I am not gonna let you throw away

everything that you have done,

coming from the same shit hole as the rest of us!

What have we got then, huh?

We've got you, fuckhead.

And all the shit that you've gotten from your books.

From us!

- Who gives a fuck?

- We do, us, you selfish prick.

You shithead, you selfish fucking shithead.

We are proud of you, you shithead.

I don't know about these guys, but what we came from?

Fuck!

I can hold my head above the fucking water

when my life's in the shitter

because Seanie can write some shit in a fucking book

to make people wanna fuckin' care about me!

That makes 'em wanna learn about me!

I mean, it just give me some hope

that there's some fucking fairness in this world.

Fuck.

- I hate to burst your fuckin' bubble, but,

there isn't any fucking fairness out there.

That girl didn't get fucked up on her own.

(girl chats and laughs)

I juiced her beer.

That's why we were in that room.

I should have sat in that cell.

But I didn't, I got rich from a book about it.

So guess what, motherfuckers?

Life isn't fucking fair!

- I'm not asking ya, I'm telling you.

Do your part.

Make it look like we didn't just chop up

a fucking girl in here.

(distorted idyllic keyboard music)

- You think he juiced that broad?

- If I know, man, it doesn't really matter anymore.

- Yeah, fucking right it doesn't matter.

- Fuck two, three years in juvie, it definitely matters.

- Why does that matter?

- Because it fucking matters.

- Because he did time, and it wasn't his fault?

- It was my fault.

- [Bird] No, dude, don't.

- [Mikey] This isn't the time.

- No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck, that's some bullshit that you just said.

- Bro, dead body, suitcases. - [Vince] No!

- [Bird] No, let him go, let him go.

- No, how many times have you sold one of us out?

Every one of us!

I don't want like, an exact number,

I just want an estimate!

Just a ballpark.

- This wasn't some middle school, who was smokin' trees

in the bathroom shit. - [Vince] That's one.

- [Bird] We haven't spoken about it,

because I assumed it was a given.

We've been through 30 years of shit,

most of it dirt.

But I want you to remember,

I was the one that pulled your 10-year-old ass

from them Mario Brothers sheets the morning your mom OD'd.

I've been there for you every day since.

So if you think I said one word to that fuckin' cop

to put me in front of you, you can go fuck yourself.

It's just a loss, life is full of 'em.

- It's easy for you to say,

you're not the one who's goin' out for seven to 10 years.

- What do you want me to do?

You want me to go turn myself in just so you can prove

whatever fucking point you want to prove?

- I want the fucking truth, man.

- [Bird] Let's fuckin' go.

Fuck.

- I got it, I got it, I got it.

Oh shit, that bitch is heavy.

Oh, man.

This is one fucked up night.

I'm really stressed out, man, you know?

- Yeah, look, that shit goes without sayin'.

- I know you know, but you know,

always goes without sayin',

but just this once, you know, I wanna say.

You know, I wanna say, like.

(laughs)

- I know you are.

- I am, man.

- Look, I just don't, I don't know if that shit

I said to that cop, might have.

- Nothin's black or white.

It's one big fucked up gray area.

All this shit the five of us have done to each other,

intentional or not?

Please.

Let's get her up.

- [Bird] Ah shit.

Motherfucker.

- You got this?

- Look, I can handle your bullshit, but Seanie,

he takes that shit you say hard, you know?

(water runs down drain)

(sighs)

- I did my part.

You could eat off the floor if you wanted.

I'm leaving my phone here unlocked

if you guys want to order breakfast on me,

and throw a fuckin' picnic in here.

It's OK to be a fuck-up as long as you own up to that shit.

Right?

As I write this, it's occurring to me that I wish

I wish I'd have thought to write down

all the things I wanted to say to you guys

before the night, or this morning, whatever the fuck,

but these words are the easiest I've had in a long time.

Maybe that's just cuz I know

I don't have to look you in the eye as you read 'em.

Not exactly fulfilling step nine of those meetings

you guys keep harpin' on, but, it's a start.

Mikey, I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry I was too weak and too selfish

to not put Hannah ahead of puttin' the shit in my arm.

I'm sorry I'm backing out on the promise

I made about Pauline, helpin' to raise her, whatever,

though my not being around is probably in her best interest.

The one bit of good I can do for her has already been done.

She'll be in pretty good shape when it comes to money.

You'll be gettin' a call from that asshole lawyer of mine.

You'll be a Hell of a dad, man.

Smoke.

I'm sorry, man, I'm so God damn sorry

I was too much of a coward, to weak to speak up

through all that shit that went down when we were kids.

Even more so since you've been calling me your friend

all this time with that lie hangin' over me.

Do me a favor?

Make sure Mikey doesn't fuck up the parenting thing too bad.

You clearly know what you're doing,

maybe the only one of us well-rounded enough

to actually take care of a family.

My lawyer'll be in touch about some 529 something or other

he's set up for your kids, too, so.

Tell those MTA shitheads

you don't need to work weekends anymore.

Bird, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about the dumb shit I say,

I just spew whatever I think

is the most hurtful thing possible

and I'm so fucked up that, I'm usually right.

I'm sorry I give you shit about the comics,

it's just my shitty way of pushing you

to go after what you want.

I've written a bunch of stuff no one's seen,

and it's all yours.

Just illustrate 'em and throw in

my shitty name next to yours,

it should be plenty to sell a few copies of

whatever you turn it into.

My agent will call you about it all,

and that cold-blooded bastard can sell anything,

so make it happen.

Vincent, I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry you have to clean up after me

every time I make a fucking mess of everything around us

and I'm sorry I never really thanked you for it.

We all give you a shit for being a hard ass,

but I want you to know, I understand it

and I appreciate it.

We all do, even though they'll probably

never fucking say it either.

I can't tell you what to do about tomorrow,

but for whatever it's worth, I think you should go.

Just fucking leave this shit hole.

This is the key to my pad, head over there,

and under my mattress, clever spot, I know,

there's at least 60-70 grand I keep around

for emergencies and stuff.

Won't last you forever, but it'll get you somewhere

other than a cell, and I think you, of all of us,

you need a change, man, so make one.

One thing I don't have to be sorry about is this mess

because I'm owning up to something for once, you know?

A little vacation will be nice and my lawyer's

expensive enough that I won't be gone that long.

Whatever you assholes do, I want you to know something.

You said you were proud of me, but fuck that.

Some serious shit I read recently, it said,

"The only thing you can't choose in life

"is where you come from."

Well I'm proud as fuck of where I come from

because it's the same place you guys came from.

Knowing that is worth more than I'll ever be sober enough

to give back.

All that heartfelt shit said,

the aforementioned forfeitures add up

to a whole lotta God damn money,

so don't say I never gave you fuckers anything.

Love,

Baby Hemingway.

(melancholy music)

(the guys chat and laug)

(door slams)

(rain falls)

- So.

- So?

- What the fuck are we gonna do now?

- We're not gonna do anything.

- I'm too tired for riddles, man.

What's our move?

- You guys are gonna go.

You were never here.

And none of us are ever gonna talk about this.

- But we are here.

- No we're not.

You hear me?

Fuck you.

Hmm, hmm, hmm?

(shouts)

(screams)

(sniffs)

(melancholy music)

(heavy rain falls)

♫ Met in the stars you dragged your eyes

♫ In the sunrise caught me cryin'

♫ But every tear drop was a lie

♫ It's all but scrawled across your face

♫ Keep too close that lame disguise

♫ Keep too close the guise of trying

♫ But kept at arms reach were the mines

♫ That you traverse through fallen leaves

♫ But you never would have shed a tear for me

♫ And where's that sinkin' feeling lie

♫ Through the innocence of absence

♫ But don't I know that absence only makes

♫ The heart grow soft and weak

♫ And you're much too young to die

♫ But God knows stranger things have happened

♫ Hell, I hear him up there laughing and just

♫ Dreamed a dance to breathe

♫ But you would have kept on tryin' just for me

♫ Yeah you would have kept on tryin' just for me

♫ And we sold our only memories to dreams

♫ We had our songs we wrote for folks we know

♫ And those we don't

♫ To wonder what they mean

♫ And I have told a hundred stories

♫ To the monsters in the sea

♫ And knew since I was just a boy

♫ That they would not remember me

♫ And we grow taller than the mountains

♫ And stretch out across the stream

♫ I swear that washed away the springtime

♫ And my lover next to me

♫ And the saddest day of all

♫ Has come and gone

♫ And we're left singing this old song

♫ You wrote but now you won't hear its new melody

♫ And the countryside was cryin'

♫ And the countryside was cryin'

♫ I swear the countryside would shed a tear for me

♫ Yeah the countryside was cryin'

♫ The countryside was cryin'

♫ The countryside would shed a tear for me

♫ Yeah, the countryside would shed a tear for me ♫