All language subtitles for Stillwater 2018

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The story hasn't changed?

Almost to the word.

I'd like to hear it from him.

Okay, but he's gonna
tell you exactly...

I'd still like to
hear it from him.

Okay.

Hey, Willie, how are we today?

I'd like to hear
about your camping trip.

We're here to help.

But you need to tell us
exactly what happened.

Ask the others.

We
have their versions.

I'm interested in your version.

Come on, Willie,

help us set the record straight.

Dawson?

Man, you're gonna have to
drop this whole sour act, bro,

because if I remember
correctly, this whole trip

was your whole idea
in the first place.

Yeah, I know.

Do you?

Because from my vantage point,

it seems to me like
you haven't been trying

to plan this whole thing
for like, what, 15 years?

Dude.

Seriously, man, fuck Ashley.

Okay?

I told you, you guys
shouldn't have gotten married

and you made a mistake,

so you gotta just
forget about it.

You're gonna have to say it.

Fuck Ashley.

Say it with me, come on,
we'll do it together.

I'll help you.

Ffff...

Fuck Ashley.

Yeah, there he
is, good to see you.

Thanks for coming back.

We're gonna have
a good time, man.

We're gonna get
the guys together.

We're gonna get drunk.

You know, maybe
play truth or dare.

No talk of divorce, lawyers,

none of that bullshit, man.

No worries, doctor's orders.

Willie, you're a foot doctor.

A podiatrist is the
correct term, thanks,

and that's still a doctor.

A doctor who
smokes cigarettes.

It's a little bit like a
dentist with bad teeth, right?

Dentists get
paid more than me,

but don't worry about
that, I'm quitting.

You've been
talking about quitting

since we were in high school.

Yeah?

Well, something about
hanging out with you guys

just brings it out in me.

Here you go.

That's you.

- Hey, check this out.
- What?

Three, two.

There you go.

Thank you.

Oh, my God, Dawson.

Is that Cooper Dunn,
the Cooper Dunn?

In the goddamn flesh.

Slick Willie.

When did you go
and grow up, huh?

Still overdressing
I see, though.

You look like a Scientologist.

Yeah, you should join.

It might help your career.

Ha.

- Been too long, Coop.
- Hey, maybe for you losers.

Time flies when you're living
the dream, let me tell you.

Oh, the dream?

The dream.

I heard you moved back home?

Just a temporary
blip on the radar.

All right.

- Ya got it?
- Yup, how you doin'?

All right.

Lean it.

So, where's the
Leechster at, huh?

Something came
up back at home.

Said he's gonna
meet us at the spot.

All right, yeah.

It's classic Leech.

Is he still living
in his ma's basement?

Well, not till he has enough
of that lake house, you know?

He's a children's
book author now, so...

Shut up.

This is it, boys.

Our destiny awaits.

1,500 miles of
uninhabitated wilderness.

Oh, check this out.

Thank you, honey.

Are you kidding me?

It's not bad, right?

No, I'm talking
about your luggage.

Oh, no.

No, I'm not.

All right, let's go.

All right, got it?

Got it.

Yep.

Oh, there we go.

Whoa.

Too soon, man.

Okay.

Doing all right, Coop?

Yeah, I'm good.

Who
fucking asked you?

All right, we're gonna
have to partner with them.

Yeah, bro.

All right, what else?

That was an interesting move.

Oh, gotta do better than that.

You got that?

Yeah.

Dawson.

Will.

I got it, come on.

Put your hand on it.

Jesus Christ, buddy.

You gotta just
jump over there, bro.

Fuck.

Dawson.

Where you at, Coop?

Need some help?

I'm kidding.

Wait up.

Richie, Jack.

Aw, boy.

Look at these guys.

Oh, gosh, and Cooper Dunn.

Lieutenant Dan
himself, magic legs.

And who you supposed
to be again?

I always say a cross between
Waldo and the Brawny man.

Oh, really?

'Cause I say you can
all go fuck yourselves.

Ooh, oh, shots fired.

Oh, look at you.

- You made it.
- What's up, man, how are you?

Bring it in, come here.

Now we're talking.

What's going on?

How are you?

- Good, good.
- Good?

For crying out loud.

Well, I hear you're some
sort of foot doctor now.

Yeah,
something like that.

It's called a podiatrist.

Oh, finally put
that fetish to use, huh?

Hey,
shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

Shut up.

Will you
call me a pizza?

You're a real piece of work.

You're a real piece
of work, this guy.

Jackson, which one of
these tents is for me, pal?

No, Jack, this is incredible.

Thank you for
setting it up, man.

For sure, though, Richie
did most of the work.

Most?

Yeah, try all.

Two tours in Afghanistan,
I didn't have to lug around

as much shit as
this guy made me.

He just sits down here,
relaxin', drinking a beer,

he's got me climbing
trees, dangling off limbs,

to put his fucking star
camera up in the sky there.

He's relaxing.

- He's on vacation.
- He is on vacation.

Bring it in.

Look, this was last night.

That, my friends,
is the milky way.

You should it when we
display this in the shop.

It puts customers in
like a serious trance.

Wow.

Well, that is fucking
great, Copernicus,

but can we get
back to tents now,

'cause I wanna be as
far as I possibly can

from all of you,

especially Dawson, now that I
remember how loud he snores.

And I need my
fucking beauty sleep.

Hey, you ever get
tired of being you, Coop?

No.

Why?

You're way out
there, mister big shot.

Okay, that's Willie, that's
Dawson, that's me and Richie

over here, and then lastly...

Hey, speak of the devil.

- What's up, motherfuckers?
- Ah, damn it.

Oh, what's the matter?

What, you didn't
think I'd make it?

You have
been known, Leech.

Ah, bullshit.

Look, you wouldn't have made
it if you'd been through

what I just went through.

I mean shit, first my
publicist calls me, right?

She's on the phone
with me for four hours,

talking my ear off.

I'm like, oh my god,
I'm stressed out.

So, I go to stop, pull
over, get a beer, right?

Go to pay for the beer,
lost my fucking wallet.

Jesus Christ, I don't
even wanna tell you

what I had to do to
negotiate these bad boys.

Seriously, another
story, another time.

Shit's fucked.

Anyway, I get on
the highway, right?

Cruising, making good time.

All of a sudden,
I'm driving, boom,

fucking 25 point buck comes
outta fucking nowhere.

I'm like errr, get out
the fucking way, Bambi.

Skidding, get off to the
side, turn the car off,

stalls dead, won't start.

I'm fucked.

You ever try hitchhiking with
a fucking canoe on your back?

Shit is real, bro.

Wow.

Uh, you know, I work
with liars all day long

and that is grade-A bullshit.

Are you fucking insane?

No, man, it happened.

We know you had
to make your bed.

Give that hot momma
a little foot rub.

Fuck you, man.

I'm not the foot doctor here.

Podiatrist, goddamn it.

Oh, there it is.

Podiatrist.

- What's up, man?
- What's up, Richie?

Listen, those tents
are fully loaded.

I appreciate this.

- Jack, Jack.
- I got everything you need.

Now we're talking, man.

Any chance you got cell
towers in these tents?

No, man.

Great, my fans are
not gonna like that.

I'm sure all three
of them will survive.

At least they're not
fucking four years old.

So what?

Who needs cell towers
when you have this...

Oh, shit.

That's my shit right there.

Motherfucking Jack.

It's like Friday
the 13th in Studio 54.

Dude, is everything
a movie reference?

Hey, you remember
how to use this?

Ah.

You know it's a little
Field of Dream, by the way.

What the hell?

That's my
last time saying it.

That's strike two.

That's it right there.

Fucking A, man.

Do you remember May Darnell?

Oh, god.

Who can forget?

Cans out to here, am I right?

Dude, you're the
creepiest man I've ever met.

Cans out to fucking here.

He's right.

She worked at Hooters for
a couple years back home

and awkward as that
shit was, I went.

Oh.

May and Danielle used
to sit behind home plate

and fucking go crazy, every
one of Dawson's games.

You remember that?

Yeah, she loved you.

She'd go fucking nuts
every time you pitched.

I always thought she
was gonna get with him

over anybody.

Oh, dude, well, you know,
Cooper fucking cockblocked him.

What do you want me to do?

She put her pants
down, I said, "Hey."

Yo, let him have
sex with one girl.

Just one.

Gentlemen, if I may,

to the good old days and reliving
them one drunken weekend

at a time.

Yeah.

And to Dawson and all
his relentless attempts

getting us here.

Yeah.

Somebody remembered.

Strength in unity.

Unity in strength.

Oh my god.

Wait wait wait wait wait.

Cooper, what's going on?

You're not joining us.

You gonna go in
the spirit or what?

Oh, Hollywood.

Hollywood.

All right, cheers, it's cool.

Coop, Coop, Coop,
Coop, Coop, Coop, Coop.

All right, fucking shh.

Shut the fuck up.

Unity in strength.

Yeah!

What
are you looking at?

Oh, shit.

What's up, yo, what's up?

What's going on, man?

Glad you made it, man.

Hey, what's going on, girl?

Hey.

You look beautiful.

Hi.

Okay, cool.

Yo, you guys, you remember
The Wizard, right?

No.

But you might remember me.

Did we sleep together
in high school?

In your dreams.

That's unlikely.

I just have far too
much sex in real life

to ever dream about it.

Oh.

Hysterical.

Hey, I'm Dawson.

Yeah, yo, and
that's Vera and Fauna.

Hi.

So, yo, why don't you
guys get set up, right?

And when you come back, we've
got some beers right here

with your names on it.

Cool.

Right on.

Rock and roll.

The fucking, The Wizard, man.

That guy's so fucking
cool, I can't stand it.

Awesome.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The fucking Wizard?

The fuck?

What's...

Guys, The Wizard's cool, man.

That wasn't part
of the plan, Leech.

I don't want no
strangers eating our food

and drinking all our beer.

What the hell are you thinking?

I took time off of work
to hang out with you guys,

not some party crashers.

First of all, okay,

The Wizard doesn't crash
parties, all right?

He is the party.

Plus, yo, he's got a
shop on Main Street now

called Puff Puff Glass.

I've never seen so many buds.

The whole fucking
back room is like...

I don't care if he owns
Warner Brothers, man.

Get him out of here.

Hey, you're awfully
quiet over there, Dawson.

You have an opinion?

You should've asked us first.

Well, what the fuck am
I supposed to do, huh?

I can't just ask
him to up and leave.

Sure you can.

Just fucking ask him.

Dude, they just got here.

It's about to be dark out soon.

Oh, you're worried
about their safety.

They look like the
fucking Manson family.

Oh, Jesus.

You know what I say?

I say Leech gets
the fuck out of here

and he takes them with him.

I second that.

What the fuck?

- Second that.
- Oh, fuck that.

- You should go.
- Yeah, Leech.

Dude, that's you guys.

What do you fucking want, man?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You're getting
aggressive and shit.

Hey, we're not sending
them away or Leech.

All right, we waited far
too long to get back here,

so as unfortunate as
this situation is,

we're gonna find
a silver lining.

Ah, silver lining.

Well, if I may,

the sausage fest was getting
a little rough on the eyes

and the one kinda
has a little bit

of a Christina Ricci
thing going on.

That's what I'm talking about.

That was part of
my plan all along.

I guess we were always
better when we had something

to compete over, so...

All right, then it's settled.

We just make the
best out of this.

Tomorrow we're sending
them on their way.

Cool, cool.

All right, but if that
asshole even enters my airspace,

I'm taking him down.

Please, dude.

This shit's gonna be so
much more bad-ass now.

You're fucking
welcome, all of you.

I'm gonna need
a few more beers.

I'll take one Jack.

Grab some beers, baby.

I'm getting some.

You're welcome, for real.

Yeah, remember
you had tourette's

for some odd reason.

But you know what
didn't make sense?

I remember you always talked
about joining the military.

I just didn't, I didn't
think you'd actually do it.

Hey, man, they
recruit like mad.

Promise you an education you
don't have time for afterwards,

if you don't die, of course.

Well, it can't be any
worse than the medical field,

huh, Willie?

I mean, how many lawsuits
you up to now, man?

10?

You hit double digits?

Look, man, the thing to do
now is to sue a doctor, okay?

Everybody thinks WebMD
is smarter than me.

It don't take much.

Well, I'm
gonna go kill myself.

You really don't remember me?

No.

A lot of people remember
you, mister ace on the mound.

Rumor is you bought a farm
and settled down with a woman

real quick.

Yeah, I'm still
married, for now at least.

I remember you.

You remember girls
you never slept with?

Didn't you have like one
successful TV show 10 years ago?

I heard no one will cast you

because you're such
a dick bag now.

You know, Variety
can go fuck themselves

and for your information
I'm in the works right now

with a fucking whale.

Have you heard of
Martin Scorsese?

That's amazing.

Dead mobster number four is
the perfect role for you.

Whatever, I don't
entertain criticism

from Helena Bonham
Carter wannabes.

Sure you don't?

Mmm.

You're a man of few words,

but you know how
to hit that thing.

Silence is golden, man.

That's deep.

Yeah.

Oooh.

Wow.

Right on, man.

You know what, man?

I know it's more mainstream,
but I still feel shady.

This coming from the guy
who used to put video cameras

in the girl's locker room.

There's no evidence
that that was me.

Holy shit.

Who remembers the night

that we got stuck on
the fucking roof, right?

- Yeah, at the Dog Way Club.
- Yeah, I remember this.

It was like two in
the morning, easy.

Got a carton of eggs
at our fucking feet

and we're trying to chuck
'em across the street,

hit a fucking car
on the highway,

like a semi-truck or something,

except no one could
fucking do it.

- No, no, except Dawson.
- Except for fucking Dawson.

Dawson.

Unbelievable.

Kid's got a fucking cannon
attached to his shoulder.

He leans back, puts
one in the air,

hits the fucking windshield
right in the middle.

The guy's fucking blind.

Yeah, dude, that thing
screeched to a halt

in the middle of
the fucking highway.

Completely dead stop.

Buddy fucking pulls out a
revolver out of his boot.

He just starts
aiming at the air.

"I will fucking end all of you."

It was out of control.

Fucking slept on
the goddamn roof.

Couldn't leave.

I remember that.

Richie's mom tore
us a new asshole.

Sure did.

Plus we had to explain
why Leech pissed himself.

I didn't, I
didn't piss myself.

Man, fuck you guys.

All right.

So, I guess there's a
bad boy in there after all.

I guess so, if
you dig deep enough.

You know they say
pot won't kill you?

Well, it did once.

And when I came back, my
life was changed forever.

I was there.

This will enlighten
you in many many ways.

Is that right?

Holy shit.

I know, right?

Right?

That's what I'm talking about.

Holy shit.

You know, if I may be
so bold as to suggest,

let's really get
this night going.

What is that?

Potion eight.

All your favorite
pyschotropic effects

rolled into one little
piece of glorious heaven.

This shit is no joke, man,

but there's like virtually
no hangover the next morning.

Did you make
that yourself, man?

I learned it from the
ancient druids of Stonehenge.

They used to take it annually
on the winter solstice.

When I died, I visited
the Akashic records.

There you could learn
anything and everything

about human history,

like even how to craft these.

You're welcome.

You'll thank me later.

Fuck it, man.

You can't listen to
captain here anymore.

It's been like 15 fucking years.

Fuck yeah.

When in Rome

or Stillwater, or wherever
the north woods fuck we are.

That was easy.

Pass it down.

Pass it down, pass it down.

Hell yeah.

Get me one of them.

Dawson, come on, man.

Yo, seriously,

this shit is like nothing
you've ever experienced before.

Would I ever steer you wrong?

Guys, strength in unity.

Unity in strength.

Oh.

Fucking jocks.

Coop.

Coop, wake up, man.

Hey, you all right, buddy?

Coop.

Guys, get up.

Guys, get the fuck up.

Leech, get up, man.

Willie, Jack.

Shit.

Oh, god.

Dude, it's like,
what, the ass crack of dawn?

Aw, fuck.

What the hell happened
last night, man?

That's an
interesting question.

Dawson, what's going on, man?

It's bad, it's bad.

What?

Dawson?

Dawson?

Maybe he's passed out.

No, fuck you, dude.

Fuck you, dude.

You don't know.

This ain't cutting off
somebody's bunions, man.

This is fucking life.

I'm a doctor, Leech.

I know a dead body
when I see one.

No, bullshit, man.

Bullshit.

Oh, fuck, dude.

Oh, fuck.

Dude.

How the hell did this happen?

He fell, man.

Why'd you have to
put his tent so close

to the fucking edge for?

I didn't roll him
out of it, did I?

- Fuck you, fuck you.
- Guys, does it really matter?

We need to get help.

Jack, do you have reception?

The booster's
only reach so far.

We're literally in the
middle of fucking nowhere.

I still can't
believe he's dead.

He's fucking dead.

What the fuck?

So, what now?

I'm gonna go find the girls
and that fucking Wizard.

He's right.

Maybe he'll tell us what the
fuck happened last night.

Willie, you knew
then, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Kara, easy.

Go ahead, Willie, continue.

I only brought enough for me.

I'm not playing mom
to you man-boys.

Where are the others?

I was wondering the same
thing about you a minute ago,

as in I have no idea.

What happened last night?

A lot of shit
happened last night.

Luckily, only some
of it was homoerotic.

Listen, chick, we're
done with your attitude.

Easy, Richie.

She obviously has no idea.

No idea about what?

He looks
so small from here.

What are you, five?

So, what are we gonna do now?

We need help.

No shit.

I mean, we get help, Richie.

We can't just leave him here.

There's like bears
and vultures and shit.

Vultures?

Dude, this isn't
the fucking Sahara.

No, he's right.

We should drag him
up here or something.

No, we shouldn't do that.

No, Will, we should.

No man left behind.

Look, man, we're not
gonna move any bodies

until the cops come over
here and sort all this out.

What is
there to sort out?

He fell from a steep ass cliff.

I mean, you checked
his vitals, right?

He's gone, man.

You don't think
it was an accident.

I don't work in forensics.

I just think we all
don't know what happened

after a certain point, so we
should all just figure all

that out before we
start moving bodies.

What the hell
are you trying to say, man?

Spit it out.

He doesn't have
one broken bone, man.

Not one broken bone, not one
scrape on his whole body.

There's no way he
fell down this cliff.

He's got a huge
fucking gash on his head.

A gash?

You think you're gonna
fall down a cliff

and just get a gash?

So, wait wait wait wait wait.

What are you trying to say, man,

that one of us killed Coop?

No, it's not
possible, not possible.

None of us could've killed Coop,

but that fucking Wizard.

I knew that guy was a piece
of shit the minute he arrived.

Hey, you don't know him.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

She's right, dude.

He wouldn't.

So, don't go accusing
people who aren't here

to defend themselves.

Or you'll do what?

Hey hey hey, easy easy.

Hey hey, once we
get the cops here,

they're gonna sort it all out.

No way, man.

No way, we're not
going to the cops.

I got a family.

I got a business, man.

We're not doing that shit.

What are we gonna say?

"Hey, mister policeman, we
had a huge party last night,

did a bunch of drugs, and now
one of our friends is dead."

Yeah.

Yeah, that's exactly
what we're gonna say.

All right, okay, so let's say
we do go to the cops, right?

Who goes?

I mean, what if we wind
up sending the killer?

Okay, you're jumping
to conclusions.

How do you know for
sure he didn't fall?

Is there any way to prove it?

I got an idea.

The fuck?

This is fucking stupid.

Yeah?

So's inviting The Wizard.

Anyone got a better
idea as I'm all ears.

That think
looks heavier than Coop.

Sorry, I haven't
weighed a man in a while.

Besides, it's the length
that matters here.

That's what she said.

Goddamn it, Leech.

Now's not the fucking time.

Where do you suppose he fell?

Well, based on the
proximity of the tent

and where his body is,

the trajectory would be right
in this area right here.

So, he gets up in the middle
of the night to take a piss,

takes one too many steps
and boom, down he goes.

There would be a footprint.

There would be a broken
branch, something.

If you see it's an incline,
so he would've went...

Footprint?

What is he, fucking bigfoot?

There's fucking
pine needles, man.

Wouldn't there be
something, though?

Guys, guys, hey hey.

We'll see.

God, I hope this works.

Son of a bitch.

Are you serious?

I'm fucking nervous, man.

When I'm nervous,

you'll tolerate
your own alcoholism

when you admit it exists.

Have another cigarette.

We need to send someone
to get the cops immediately.

Nobody leaves.

I need everyone here when
that Wizard bastard gets back.

We'll get the truth
out of him then.

Richie, will you fucking
listen to yourself, man?

First of all, he didn't do shit.

How the fuck do you know that?

Because he
wouldn't hurt anyone.

Yeah, says his groupie.

Where were you last night?

And come to think of it,
where were you this morning

when Dawson was
yelling for everyone?

I don't have to explain
myself to you, little man.

Okay with this shit.

Enough, enough, hey.

This is insane.

How am I the only one who knows

that we need to get the police?

Because fucking Cooper
was murdered, Dawson.

And someone here
last night did it.

If we don't figure out who,

the cops are gonna
put us all away.

Don't you get it?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's right, Dawson.

We're all accomplices right now.

I can't have my name tainted
by something like this.

You?

Try explaining this to a
wife and two kids, man.

Fuck.

On the other hand,

how long do we plan
to sleuth around here?

We did a serious number

on our food and water
supply last night.

As long as it takes, Jack.

I mean, we don't even know
where he ran off to yet.

We need all the information

before we start
including outsiders.

I'm with Dawson, man.

I say we call the cops, let
them figure this shit out.

All right, well
let's take a vote then.

No, it's not
necessary, Richie.

We just send one person
and it's settled.

It's all of us or
none of us, Dawson.

We decide as a group,
like we've always done.

If you wanna leave.

If you wanna stay.

Hey, will.

Let's go, man.

Come on, Will.

You don't count.

Just us.

Fuck you.

What's it gonna be, Jack?

Strength in unity.

Unity in strength.

All right.

We stay, but we better get
some answers right now.

Hmm?

How the hell are we
supposed to do that?

Follow me.

Bruises on his wrists,
neck, signs of a struggle.

Obviously a gash on his head.

Yeah, a fist didn't do that.

There must be a murder weapon.

Willie, if someone
used a weapon,

they're not just gonna
drop it right by the body.

They're gonna dump
it in the lake.

Right, well, you're
assigning logic

to an illogical act.

Whoever did this wasn't
thinking clearly.

Guys,

look at this.

See, it's got fucking
blood all over it.

Oh, fuck, damn.

Now we know.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

Dude, don't fucking,
that's fucked up.

And the laceration was on
the left side of his head,

so whoever did this
probably swung righty.

Yeah, that's real useful,
'cause we're all right-handed.

Doesn't tell us anything.

If we don't remember
what happened last night,

then we gotta find a motive.

Yeah, we do.

Gotta find a motive.

So, what's the last
thing that you remember?

I don't remember shit.

Look, we gotta
piece it together, all right?

Hold on.

It's coming back to me.

That other chick was all
over Coop last night.

They had some weird
love-hate shit going on, man.

Oh, shit.

Yeah.

She went back into his
tent at the end of the night.

That's the last time I saw her.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, Vera and I just
walk together, all right?

Why are you looking at me?

Do I have to keep saying it?

This is fucking crazy.

Is it?

'Cause right now it
all seems to add up.

Oh, really?

Yes.

Okay, sure, you know what?

Let's jump on the crazy
train for just a minute.

Let's just say that The
Wizard drugged all of us,

so that he could send Vera
to kill Coop for, what?

Some kind of fucking fanboy
fascination that he had?

Sure, that makes sense.

Then, oh what, they all
wake up the next morning

and take off.

So, if that's the
case, you know what?

Why don't we all just
sit around here and wait.

Do you really think if his
crazy conspiracy is true

that they're just gonna
stroll back into camp?

What's the story,
morning glories?

Where the fuck were you?

What business is it of yours?

Maybe Vera and I were off enjoying
the sunrise on the water.

Maybe we were engaged in
a passionate cunnilingus

along the slippery shore.

Or maybe fuck off.

Whoa, easy, Richie, Richie.

Better put a muzzle
on your dog, man.

I don't do hostility.

Yeah, you seemed pretty
fucking okay with it last night.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

Stay out of this Elvira.

Chill
chill chill chill.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Look, bros, last night
was a barrel of laughs,

but this is seriously a
toxic vibe, and frankly,

I'm just not interested.

Fauna, let's go.

Are you gonna stop him?

I'm more inclined to go
with him at this point.

Cooper's dead, man.

That's unfortunate.

See ya.

- Fuck this shit.
- No, wait, hey.

Fuck you.

I told you.

I don't do hostility, man.

I said don't fucking touch me.

You fucking murderer.

Was your friend shot?

I didn't think so.

Wouldn't hurt
a fly, huh, guys?

Hey, Wiz, put
that shit away, man.

We don't need this
getting out of hand.

What do you mean, like
your friend here already did?

No, I put this away and
he tries to torture me

into some confession
that I don't got,

like this Guantanamo Bay.

No fucking way.

At least help us, man.

Like tell us what
happened last night.

I know about as
much as you do.

And you?

I fucked your pop star
friend so hard he cried,

said he'd never had a woman
like me in his entire life.

I was so disgusted I just
went back to my tent.

Damn, easy, Vera.

The man is dead.

I mean, you asked
her what happened.

She's telling you.

Shit, I remember
hearing that last night,

squealing like a pig.

Him.

And the crying.

Also him.

Then she left.

She's telling the truth, man.

So, I think, gentlemen,
our little carousel here

has reached its end.

Still doesn't account for you.

And probably never will.

I could stay here all
day and explain myself,

but you dumb fucking
jocks would probably

still not believe me,

even though it's
pretty obvious to me

which one of you
killed your friend.

Strength in unity, my men.

Fauna.

Hey, we'll tell
the police about you,

your drugs, and your shady
disappearance this morning.

No, I don't think you'll
be doing any of that.

My rap sheet doesn't
need any more additions,

especially this
little cluster fuck.

If you want my advice, and
believe me I think you do,

I'd make a pact to never
speak of this again

and I'd weigh that body down

with the biggest rocks
that you can find

and I'd drop it in the
depths of that lake.

Toodles.

Man, you can't go yet.

Oh.

I said don't fucking touch me.

Fuck.

Oh shit.

Richie, get off him, dude.

Dude, stop, get off of him.

Stop.

What the
fuck did you do?

Motherfucker.

All right, Richie,
that's enough.

That's enough, come on.

That's enough.

You fucking fucking fuck.

Fuck fuck.

So, it was Richie
Valentino that killed him?

He didn't mean
to kill anybody.

He was in Afghanistan and
they pushed him over the edge.

But you knew then
that Wizard and Vera

did not kill Cooper.

Go ahead.

Tell us what happened next.

Richie wasn't the
same after that.

Fuck!

Shit.

Damn it.

Real great weekend, guys.

Really fucking fun getting
the gang back together.

Hey, guys, listen.

We can make a strong
case for self defense.

The Wizard, he killed Cooper

and then The Wizard
pulled a gun out.

He didn't kill Cooper, he
didn't kill Cooper, all right?

But that fucking lunatic
did kill both of my friends.

He was
protecting his friend.

Your peaceful collie here,
put a gun to my head.

Yeah, because
you accosted him.

Are you fucking
serious right now?

Yes.

Put a
fucking tarp on them?

They're dead.

I should've gone right
when I saw Coop's body.

Then we
would've suspected you.

Who cares?

The cops would be here.

This wouldn't even be happening.

Where do
you think you're going?

Home.

Nobody leaves.

Go get her, Jack.

Get her.

She
didn't do anything.

Don't fucking touch her,
that's super fucked up.

Nothing's changed.

Nobody leaves till
we figure this out.

You just killed
two innocent people.

What the fuck is
there to figure out?

We voted to stay.

Nobody's going anywhere until
we come up with some answers.

I didn't vote on shit,

so with all due
respect, fuck off.

Don't
let her leave, Jack.

Get the
fuck off of me.

Get the fuck off of me.

Richie, no, come on, man.

- What are you doing?
- You can't tie...

She can't go!

Give me her hands,
hands, give me her hands.

Fucking hold 'em, hold
'em, keep 'em there,

keep 'em there, keep 'em there.

Hold 'em, hold 'em.

I got her, I got her, I got her.

Jack, you can't be
fucking okay with this, man.

You're better than this.

Jack, listen, man.

She's, Jack, this doesn't
make any sense, man.

She will bolt the first
chance she gets, Dawson.

I'm sorry, we're not
going to the police,

not just for Richie's sake.

Your farm, gone.

Willie's practice, gone.

My family, my business,
it's all gone.

The only thing that we
can do is stick together.

No one needs to check
in with the real world

till after the weekend, right?

So, nobody leaves until
we figure this out.

The fuck?

Hey.

Real nice group
of friends you got.

So what, we're just
collecting wood now?

Pretending like
everything's okay?

Just gonna do whatever
Richie wants us to do?

How are we gonna
get out of this?

Dawson, we gotta find out
what happened with Cooper, man.

Someone's not
telling us something.

Are you talking about Fauna?

No, man.

I'm not talking
about just Fauna.

Not just her.

You just said it yourself.

If The Wizard killed Coop,

then Rich didn't
do anything wrong.

Did you see what
he did to his face?

That's not normal.

That's PTSD.

No, it's not PTSD.

I keep thinking about it.

What reason did The Wizard
have to kill Cooper?

Wizard had no reason
to want Cooper dead.

You think one of us did?

What?

What the fuck?

Okay, here you go.

You gotta eat something.

You're just as bad as them.

You know?

By letting them do this,

it's the same as if
you did it yourself.

All right.

I'll be back.

We need to talk, guys.

What the fuck is there
left to talk about?

I'm done
starving to death.

We're gonna leave.

We're gonna get the cops.

We already
voted on that.

Great, we're gonna vote again.

Nothing's changed.

If anything, we have
more reason to stay

and figure this out.

Can we please just
fucking go to sleep

and talk about this tomorrow?

Are you fucking kidding me?

What if one of us
dies in the morning?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about The Wizard
obviously not killing Cooper.

You think that guy
overpowered him?

The guy had a gun, right?

You think he would've used it?

Vera, her story, that
alibi, that checks out.

Whoever killed
Cooper is right here.

No, fuck that, dude.

Fuck that.

We've known each
other our whole lives.

Not her, we don't know her.

You're gonna leave Fauna
out of this, all right?

I know her

and she had no reason to
kill Cooper or anybody.

Now somebody here had a motive.

So, we gotta look at ourselves
and ask the honest questions.

Which one of us is capable
of committing murder?

I am a United States marine.

We don't kill our own.

Sick fuck.

Lay off Richie.

He's been through enough, man.

Spare me the dad routine,
you alcoholic fuck.

Fuck you, Leech.

Fuck you.

You come out here late and
you fucking bring The Wizard.

You back his drugs and you
probably fucking killed Coop,

got us all fucked up to make
it look like an accident.

What the, that's not a
motive, you fucking moron.

And you were the one who
was always jealous of Coop,

so jealous that you
filmed him in the shower,

you sick fuck.

Okay, first thing,

nobody complained
about that then, right?

Second, filming the
beautiful female form

and killing your fucking friend
is like apples to oranges.

If anybody was jealous
of Coop's women,

it was fucking Dawson.

Dawson?

May Darnell was just
the tip of the pussy iceberg.

Jesus.

Clair, Danielle,
and busty Orban.

I wouldn't be surprised if
Coop flew back from Hollywood

just to fuck Dawson's wife.

You better not fucking
say that shit to me.

- Whoa, hey hey.
- I swear I will fuck you up.

Jack, Jack, Jack,
you're not helping.

You're not helping, Jack.

You're not so
fucking clean yourself,

fucking mister malpractice.

Yeah, no shit.

Willie, how you kill a patient
by rubbing cream on fungus

all day?

I don't need to
explain shit to you

because drunkenly hanging
up speakers and lights,

that shit doesn't even compare

to the first day
of medical school.

Hey, what day
of medical school

do they teach you how to
gas patients to death, man?

Oh, Jesus, Jack.

Man.

Hmmm?

Why would you say that, man?

- Hit him, Willie.
- What day is that?

You gonna fucking hit me?

He deserves to be
fucking hit, right in the face.

Hit me, bitch.

Hit me, just fucking hit me.

It was Wizard.

So everybody shut the fuck up.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, you know, sleeping on it
probably isn't the worst idea

right now, you know?

Jesus, why
are my ideas only good

when they come outta one
of your fucking mouths?

Strength in unity, huh?

You should probably
get some sleep, man.

You need it more than any of us.

I stayed awake for
72 hours straight on tour.

I'll keep watch.

Yeah, you know, but
you're not on tour anymore.

The third day
there was a family.

Everyone always thinks
they're in this battlefield

in the middle of nowhere,

but really you're
in a quiet village.

And you walk down the streets,

you see the villagers
who haven't fled yet

and you wonder
which one of them's

gonna shoot you in the back.

Okay, but you don't have

to go back there
right now, Richie.

There's gunfire everywhere.

Bombs.

It brought a crowd once and
they opened up and fired.

Mother holding a baby,

fucking newborn.

It's over now, Richie.

It's okay.

Except it isn't, Dawson.

So, I'll keep watch.

Goodnight.

Richie?

Richie?

You couldn't sleep either.

You know, before
we got out here,

I thought my life was ending.

Because of Ashley?

Yeah.

I had all this...

When you have your
problems at home,

they just seem so, I don't
know, insurmountable.

But, you're alive.

You're healthy.

You know, it just gives
you some perspective.

You know, if this
is what it takes,

I don't want it.

Big divorce,

bills,

endless work,

losing baseball games.

I mean, that shit all
has a silver lining.

You know, what's the
silver lining here?

I love you, man.

You too, man.

All right, Dawson.

All right.

- Dawson.
- Dawson.

Dawson.

Dawson, get up.

- Wake up, man.
- Get up, man.

What?

What's wrong?

We shouldn't have slept on it.

What happened?

Where's Fauna?

The bodies?

That's only the
half of it, man.

Coop's body's gone.

No, bullshit.

It's gone, man.

It's not there anymore.

Come on,
dude, let's go.

Come on.

No, no.

Richie.

Richie, Richie.

What'd
you do, Richie?

Richie, where'd you go?

Yo, something is
seriously wrong.

You don't think he
killed her, do you?

No, man.

He didn't just fucking
kill a woman for no reason.

What if he had a reason?

We gotta
find him right now.

Well, he didn't go far.

Yeah, especially if he's
dragging dead bodies around.

Leech, shut the fuck up, man.

What?

Am I gonna be the
only one who says it?

We can't just keep ignoring
the glaring evidence

'cause we used to fucking
hang out with the guy.

That's my best friend
that you're talking about.

All right, we're
gonna split up,

cover more ground
that way, all right?

I call you.

All right.

No, you can't, you
can't just call him.

What are you saying?

Bullshit, I know you two
are gonna try to buddy up

as always.

I'm not getting stuck with
psychopath's friend over there.

Watch your mouth, Leech.

- What if they're in on it?
- You know what then?

Then you're dead body will
give us way more information

than your live one has.

Okay, Leech and I,
we're going this way.

Go, you guys circle
back that way.

Let's go, move.

Oh, man, I'm
telling you, Jack.

Jack.

Watch your fucking step.

Jack, you gotta
hear me out, man.

- Jack.
- I could...

Fuck.

What, man?

Talk to me.

I could really use a
drink right now, man.

Jack, you need some water.

You cut the Dr.
Will shit for a minute

and talk to me like a friend.

Talk to me like a
fucking friend, man.

Okay.

You really think
Richie did all this?

I don't know.

I don't know, man.

Guys, over here.

Richie!

We just found him.

He won't listen to us, man.

Richie, what the hell
are you doing, man?

Whoa.

Jesus.

Oh shit.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Dawson, Dawson.

No, man, he's gone, bro.

He's gone.

Look at him.

I've seen these signs before.

We can't help him.

Good, good,

'cause I'm not going anywhere
near that fucking lunatic.

Richie, Richie.

Hey, it's me, Dawson.

Hey, you remember
that semi-final game

against Point?

Yeah, man, the
meat of that lineup

was bigger than our dads.

I kept shaking off your signs

and you thought I was doing
it just to piss you off.

But really, I was just afraid
to throw them anything.

Hey, Richie, I swear,

man if you hadn't been talking
in their ear that whole game,

those guys would've
put up 20 on me.

You said you threw
a three-hitter?

That was your framing.

The ump was calling
them at the shins.

It's all gone wrong, Dawson.

I know, Richie.

We're gonna get through
this, like everything.

Yeah, he's right, Richie.

There's nothing that
we can't overcome.

You're trained to shoot first

and protect each other
and then you do and...

Hey, you're not
there anymore, Richie.

You're with us now.

You guys got
families, businesses.

Me, I got nothing.

You're with us, Richie.

You got us, man.

I killed them, Dawson.

I killed them both.

Lock me up forever,

but I didn't kill Coop.

I loved him, just
like I love all you.

Richie, we love you too, man.

We love you too.

Come on.

Let's go back to the
camp and get the canoes.

Let's get the hell outta here.

Fuck, man.

Richie, what the fuck?

Say it was me,

all of it.

What?

No, Richie, Richie, wait, no no.

Richie wait, Richie!

Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

So, Richie wanted to
take the fall for you?

Jesus.

We knew he didn't kill Cooper.

We all knew that.

And soon you were gonna
find out that you were right.

Maybe The Wizard was right.

Maybe we should just leave
and say the others went off

and never came back.

I mean, we're in the
middle of nowhere, right?

So, what are the odds that
somebody's gonna find the bodies?

I'd say pretty good, Leech,

considering we told everybody

that we're coming to
Stillwater for the reunion.

Bodies don't just
fucking disappear.

You guys think he killed her?

I mean, he said I
killed them both,

but he never said
anything about Fauna.

Doesn't mean anything.

Traumatic events can often
trigger repression of memory.

He could've done it and just
blocked it out of his mind.

Does it fucking matter?

He's gone.

Coop's gone.

Shut the fuck up
for five minutes,

so I can mourn the
loss of my friend.

What a fucking idiot.

What a fucking idiot.

Which one of us are you
talking about specifically?

Do you think
anyone's gonna believe

that Richie tied a
rope around his neck,

and then he jumps off a cliff

with a bag of rocks
in the same spot

as all the other bodies.

It'll look like we killed him

and the others and tried
to hide the evidence.

Richie pinned this
whole thing on us.

That's what he fucking
did, that idiot.

He was trying to save us.

Don't go around talking
shit about Richie.

It was stupid and it
was fucking idiotic,

all of it.

He should've died
in Afghanistan.

He fucking...

Jack.

Oh, Jesus.

Yo, chill, get off of him.

Get, oh shit.

Chill chill chill.

Done, we're done.

We're done.

Stop stop
stop stop stop.

All right?

When did this flip over?

We'll know soon enough.

Holy shit.

It saw everything.

What the fuck?

You slept with her?

Why didn't you tell us?

It's none of your business.

Shit, it's Cooper.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is this?

Why were you
yelling at Cooper?

Dawson?

It's personal.

Yeah, this whole thing's
pretty fucking personal,

don't you think?

Hey.

Wait, Dawson, wait.

Dawson, why
are you running, man?

Get him.

Why you running, Dawson?

Guys, wait.

Wait wait wait, just
wait, just fucking wait.

Jack, wait.

Would you fucking...

Leave him alone!

He fucking killed Coop.

Everything that's happened
is his fucking fault.

Strength in unity.

Unity in fucking strength.

He's gonna go to the canoes.

Flank him.

Dawson.

Dawson, wait.

Dawson, wait.

Wait wait wait wait, Dawson.

Don't do anything
stupid, Willie.

Come on, you know
I didn't do it.

I know, man.

I know.

Dawson, I can not convince
those guys on my own, brother.

If you take off, they're
gonna think you did this.

Think about it.

It's too far gone, Willie.

You know there's nothing I
could say to change their minds.

Dawson, jus...

We should've gone
to the fucking police.

No one else had to die, Willie.

Dawson, just listen to me.

Dawson, just wait.

Yo, guys, wait.

Fuck.

No, no.

Wait.

I didn't do it.

Wait.

Jesus, Jack, would
you let him speak?

There's nothing
left for him to say.

Dawson, please, man.

You gotta tell us right now

what happened between
you and Cooper.

The truth, right now.

Cooper was fucking my wife.

All right, ever since
he came back home.

He's been fucking my wife.

When
did you find out?

Just that night.

Look, I knew she
was cheating on me,

but I didn't know, I
didn't know it was him.

He got drunk and as always he
just couldn't shut his mouth.

And you waited
till now to tell us?

I didn't want to believe.

I didn't want, Coop's
supposed to be my friend.

And you fucking killed him.

You...

No, goddamn it, Jack, stop.

Why, so he can tell
us even more lies?

No, I call bullshit.

He's the one who set
this whole trip up.

I bet he knew that Coop and
Ashley were having an affair

before we even got out here.

Wait a second.

When I went back to my tent,
you knew Richie was out of it.

You knew where she went?

What?

You know
where she is, don't you?

My canoe's gone.

He let her go.

He fucking let her go.

You made us believe
Richie killed her.

You motherfucker.

You sent her to the cops?

What are you trying to do, man.

You trying to set us all up?

Fuck, man.

What the fuck?

You are fucking disgusting.

If I'm going down, I'm
taking you with me.

Last fucking chance, Dawson.

Last chance, man.

What does it matter?

You made up your minds.

It matters to me.

Tell me right now,
what happened?

She was my whole
fucking life, man.

And Coop,

Coop, he just takes and takes

and doesn't think about anyone.

Strength in unity?

That son of a bitch
didn't care about us.

You,

you brought the
perfect scapegoat, man.

And Richie, fucking Richie,

no, we could've
put it on Wizard.

Nobody would've cared.

But he had to lose
his fucking mind, huh?

You, with your fucking camera.

Why won't you just
delete that shit, huh?

Let sleeping dogs lie.

No.

No, you're gonna chase me down.

You're gonna break
my fucking leg.

Yeah, defending a
wife-stealing homewrecker

and a drug lord and
a psychopath, yeah?

No, fuck you guys.

Fuck Richie.

Do it.

I fucking dare you.

Do it, huh?

Watch it.

I'll be waiting for
you fuckers in hell.

Do it.

Fucking goddamn it.

Fucking goddamn it.

I'm sorry, Willie.

I know this is tough on you.

What happened
after Dawson Walker died?

Is that really important?

Yes, yes it is.

I'd argue it's the most
important event of all, Will.

So, what happened?

Out with it.

Look, I don't think this is...

Shut up.

What happened before the
boat reached the shore, Will?

I...

What
happened before the boat

reached the shore?

I don't remember.

Yes, you do.

Yes, you do, will.

You can reach for it.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Gentlemen, what the fuck
happened last night?

You wouldn't fucking
believe what happened to me.

I don't even know
where to fucking begin.

Don't tell me you pussies
fucking forgot about me.

Dawson!

Look, this guy's...

What the fuck did you guys do?

No, no no, you're
fucking with my head.

Allow me to tell
you another story.

One that starts
with a misdiagnosis.

A misdiagnosis that
doesn't take into account

the pulse-slowing drugs
from the night before,

one that misreads a
laceration for foul play.

Slow down.

You're gonna lose him.

Maybe he needs a push.

According to Cooper Dunn...

I needed time to cool off.

You know, for
Dawson to cool off.

I mean, as fucked up as I was,

I knew I had to
get away from him,

so I went down to
the lake, alone.

I started hitting pine
cones with a stick.

I don't know.

I guess I missed one and fell

and the next thing I know,

I'm waking up on the ground,

my head is fucking throbbing.

I'm not sure if I'm
still high on drugs

or if I'm just hungover.

I only thought I was out
for a couple hours tops.

I had no idea I was
out for the whole day.

I meant to head back to camp,

took a wrong turn,

and next thing I know,
I'm fucking lost at night

in these deep ass woods

and it's just...

So, I sat down to rest,
went and passed out.

The next morning, I wake up

and I found them.

I wish I hadn't.

I don't understand.

Let me spell it out for you.

There was no foul play.

Since Cooper was never killed,

Dawson never confessed, did he?

Did he, Willy?

I didn't do it.

I didn't kill Cooper.

You're a liar!

You're a liar, aren't you?

You're a liar.

You're a fucking liar.

Willie, stop.

Tell me the truth!

Let him
go, Willie, god.

You were my best
fucking friend

and you fucking lied to me.

You were supposed to
be my fucking friend.

You're supposed to
tell me the truth.

No.

You said so yourself.

A traumatic event can trigger
repression of memories.

It can block out your
own malicious deeds.

Well, sooner or later
you're gonna have to accept

what you did.

Guys.

What do you think?

Do I think he
believes his own story?

Maybe.

I mean, it's possible he's
made up an alternate version

of reality to protect
himself from his own actions.

Yeah, and maybe he's faking.

I mean, he's intelligent enough

to know what's at stake here

and living out your
days in a psych ward,

hell of a lot better
than state prison.

My god, I mean, if he is,

he's a good fucking actor.

So, which one are you gonna
write up on your report?

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