All language subtitles for Unsolved Suburbia

[siren blares]

[Young man]
I bet you all want to know

what's going on.

That's what a good story
is all about, right?

You'll be happy to know

you've come
to the right place,

at least for the facts.

You can decide
about the other.

[gunshot]

And just like Joe Gillis

falling face down
in his pool

in my favorite film,
Sunset Boulevard,

I'll do my best
to make it entertaining,

as much as a dead man can.

First,
let me introduce myself.

The name's Marty,

and at the time of my death,

I was barely two months
into my 18th year.

These two wretched souls
you see before you--

well, until a few
heartbeats ago,

I was the center
of their world,

the main attraction,
the big enchilada.

At least
that's what I thought.

Take a picture.

[explosion in distance]

There go
the nightly fireworks.

Summer at sundown,
count on it.

Just over this wall
and across the I5,

thousands of living souls

are trying to escape
the real world

at the Happiest
Land on Earth,

blowing entire paychecks

on caramel apples,
carousel horses,

and flying elephants.

I guess that type
of escapism

has never been my thing.

I mean,
is life really that bad?

Sorry for the interruption,
folks.

Not even a 6-foot
comfy perimeter

can block the occasion
of police sirens at night

or the wail
of a passing paramedic.

On this particular night,

all the wailing was for me.

As I take in the scene
for perhaps the last time,

I can't help think that
just a few short hours ago

I was alive and well

and hanging out
with my best friend Jake

at our favorite place
to hang.

Jake has been
my best friend--
Shit.

...since seventh grade.

You'll notice he walks,
talks, and dresses gay,

but he says
he only likes girls.

Whatever.

Anyway, tonight I should
have known something was up

just by studying
his demeanor.

He was playing
with his hair a lot,

and his clothes were new.

And that jacket?

He can't afford a new jacket.

Where did he get the money?

But the biggest clue of all

was that tonight he was
aloof and very quiet.

Now, Jake is many things,

but quiet isn't one of them.

But before I get
ahead of myself,

we need to go back
a couple of weeks.

I thought
Thomas was coming with.

He wasn't in school today.

Just as well. he's been
in a real pissy mood lately.

Well, he's got
a good reason to be,

and I'm glad that--

Hey, isn't that
Brook's sister?

Hey, what up, girl.

Slow down. Remember me?

I used to date your sister
in junior high.

You're looking good, baby.

I'm not your baby.

My sister thinks
you're an asshole.

So I heard you had
some trouble last weekend.

It's not cool getting
rifted like that.

Did the guy, like,
take advantage?

It's none of your business.

Well, if it's
any consolation,

I get rifted all the time.

You?
Yeah. I wake up,

and I'm like "Hey,
quit sucking on my dick."

That's not even funny.

Tell me about it.
They each had braces.

This is for you
and your friend.

What did I do?

Lesbian!

So what's
your big news?

It wouldn't be
about Thomas,
would it?

Big news? The world
coming to an end is big news.

This is beyond.
This is stellar.

When you hear what I
have to tell you,
you're gonna shit.

Guess what I discovered

while I was doing a little
bit of research yesterday.

Is that what you're
calling it these days?

You know
the new math teacher?

Miss Margo?

You're gonna shit.

You said that.

If you ever wanted to know

what was going on
in the neighborhood,

Jake was the man to see.

He knew everything
about everyone.

And if his methods
of information gathering

seemed less than amiable,

that didn't matter

as long as he
was on your side,

and there lies the problem.

Case in point--

there was the incident

that involved
Jake's P.E. coach

and the student body
president.

A rumor had been
going around for some time

about these two
handsome young men--

a rumor set straight
when photos were discovered.

Who took them

or how they got
into Jake's hands

still remain a mystery.

Jake swears
it had nothing to do

with his P.E. coach
failing him in class.

What became of him
when he got fired

nobody knows.

Anyway, back to Jake's story.

[kissing]

[Woman]
Oh, wait, wait.

[kissing]

Wait. Wait.

What are we doing?

We can't do this.

Why?

I'm your teacher,
for Christ's sake.

What is it with these
teachers anyway?

But aren't you
on probation?

So?

So then you're not
part of the faculty yet.

But I'm trying to be.

Well, what they
don't know...

[sigh]
You're right.

You're right.

Oh, no.

It's still wrong.

Are you really 19?

You're 19, right?

Yeah. I was held back
in sixth grade.

Math?

Yeah.
Had some tutoring.

I'm so glad you're
trying to improve.

Wait.

Do you have I.D.?

I.D.?

I need to see it.

You're kidding me,
right?

No. Show it to me.

We're good?

We're good.

[Marty]
No shit?

For once you're right.
This is big.

He did it with Miss Margo
right on her couch?

Well, he tried,

but nothing seemed to be
operational,

if you catch my drift.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Just-- Just relax.

I'm your teacher.

I'm here to help.

I'll be right back

Where are you going?

Oh.

There.

Ohh.

[Jake]
See, the funny thing is

the dumb shit couldn't
even get it up.

Hmm. Well, it's all
starting to make sense.

I think I may know why.

What? You know something
that I don't?

Yesterday, at the
talent show auditions--

Wait. The auditions
were yesterday?

Why didn't you tell me?

Maybe because
you have no talent.

¶ Me and my crew
goin' out tonight ¶

¶ Better sing aloud
if you feel all right ¶

¶ If you got a manly
femme at home ¶

¶ 'Cause my girl's
at the club in the zone ¶

¶ It was a Friday night,
and my check is cashed ¶

¶ Dollars in my pockets
burning up my pants ¶

¶ High heeled,
all dressed and pressed ¶

¶ I'm sure to make a move,
I got to confess ¶

¶ And ell-- ¶

[crash]

[dancer]
Fuck.

[Man] Thank you.

¶ ...and drama,
come partying-- ¶

[music stops]

Hey!

Thank you, Hannah.

But I wasn't done,
Mr. Gonzalez.

Yes, you were.

Okay, last but certainly
not least,

let's take a look
at Sofia and Eddie.

Uh, I don't think they're
trying out anymore.

What? What do you mean?

Where's Eddie?

Things have definitely
changed, Mr. G.

Changed?

I'm sure I don't know
what that means, but okay.

The names of the performers

will be posted on my door
Monday morning.

Thanks for staying,
everyone.
[door closes]

Okay, everyone, let's go.

It's my weekend, too,
you know.

[door closes]

So Thomas and Eddie, huh?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

What does it matter
to you anyway?

I just like to keep
my facts straight is all.

Facts? What are you
talking about?

You better stay away.

What do I give a shit
about two homos?

Good. Then I
have to tell you,

sometimes I wonder
about you, buddy.

Anyway,
you stay away

because it's
traumatizing to learn

someone's watching you
through a window.

How would they know anyway?

I found out.

Junior high.
I was sloppy.

Besides,
you got over it.

Well, I can't jack off
in my own bedroom now,

thanks to you.

Anyway, I got to go.

Where are you going?
it's early.

My parents are
on a cruise, remember?

They want me to be with
my sister after school.

She's 16.

Exactly. I'll see you later.

Stay away from Thomas
and Eddie. I mean it.

Where would we be if Columbus
hadn't discovered America?

In Europe,
where we belong.

Later, loser.

And he didn't discover it.
He only fucked it up.

So now you know
the embarrassing
truth about Jake.

He's a research man,
an explorer,

a discoverer.

Okay. He's a peeping Tom.

But I wouldn't judge Jake
too harshly.

After all, aren't you
watching me now?

Speaking of being watched,

I was about to come
face to face

with some uninvited guests.

Like my friend Joe,

sailing free and easy
in that mansion on Sunset,

I was about to learn
that everything has a price.

¶ Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo ¶

Sorry. Not in my contract.

Hey.

Funny thing about contracts.

You really should read them
before signing.

[boing]

God damn it.

I opened the door
and let them in.

How does she do that?

Your girlfriends wanted to have
a word with you, young man.

I told them they'd find out.

Have a good afternoon,
everybody.

This was it--
the moment of reckoning,

the day boy toy
meets girlfriend.

Oh, son of a bitch.

And that's putting it
mildly, mister.

Is there anything
you'd like to tell
us, Martin?

Other than "Get out"?

As long as you know
my little secret,

I may as well make
the introductions.

How could you do this
to me, Marty?

How could you?

This is my girlfriend
Anybodys.

Yep. The name is real.

The mother did
West Side Story
in summer stock

ten years in a row

as the character
by the same name.

Too bad her mother
wasn't Puerto Rican.

Anybodys could have been
named Maria or Anita.

Even Bernardo would have
been a better choice.

Don't you have anything
to say, Marty?

We're waiting.

This is my boyfriend Michael.

It's complicated.

It involves summer camp,
an unknown twin,

and a chicken.

[clucking]

Say something, Marty.

Obviously until tonight,

one didn't know
about the other.

Until five months ago,

I didn't know either of them.

Okay. It's ready.

We all met the day

we took public access
class together.

This was our final
PSA project.

I'm nervous.

You are? What about me?
I'm not an actor.

Shh.

Here we go.

We met last night
for the first time.

[clock ticking]

I thought
he was kind of cute,

so I went over to him
and struck up a conversation.

[Marty on video] We hit if off
right from the beginning,

so it came as no surprise
when he asked me over.

I knew we were there
for the same reason.

I thought to myself,
Why prolong the inevitable?

On the way over,

he asked me if I...

well, if I had a little
something with me.

You know,
to use before we--

I never used to be
so forward about it,

but today an active
teen like myself

can't be too careful.

I mean, you never really
know who you can trust.

It didn't bother me
in the least.

In fact, I thought
it was kind of a turn-on.

I think last night

was something
really special.

That's because he's
something special.

[Announcer]
If you're an active teen,

you need to be prepared.

Don't be afraid
to ask up front.

What's in your pants?

Bottom or top, honey?

This has been a public
service announcement

from
BrokeMormonStraightBoys.com.

[Director]
Cut.

That's it, guys. Cut.

I said cut, God damn it.

Of course we're going
to edit that part out.

What do you guys think?

It's cool.

I really
like it.

Good job, Anybodys.

[Marty]
Yeah. Really good
job editing.

You did great.
Thank you so much.

Just a few more tweaks
here and there.

I'm sorry. I got
a little carried away.

Oh, don't be.

You were just getting
into the part.

I mean, so was I.

Call me.

Michael, I'm going to need
you to sign those before--

Okay. Excuse me.

You were really good
out there.

Thanks. I'm really
not much of an actor.

No, you came across
very well.

Well?
Confident.

That's
nice of you to say.

Uh, sorry about that
ending part there.

I know you're
going to have to
cut all that out.

It's just a push of a button.

You were
really getting into it.

I love it, you know,
when guys get into it.

Know what I mean?

[Marty, narrating]
Not a clue.

Here.

Call me.

[ticking]

And that's how
my double life started.

Straight Mondays
through Fridays.

On weekends, well...

What were you thinking,
Marty?

He wasn't.

I wasn't talking to you.

Well, I wasn't talking
to you, either.

Is this what you
want, Marty?

Is it?

Anybodys, I--

Can he kiss you
like this?

He certainly can.

Well, can he
offer you these?

I thought not.

Oh, yeah?
Want to play rough?

Let's see you try and give
him what he really wants.

[zipper unzips]

[boing]

Can you do this?

Huh? Huh?

That's
just disgusting.

Or how about this?

[grunting]

What's the matter?

Oh, that's right.
You don't have one.

Honey, with these,

I can get as many
of those as I want.

You whore.

Stop it, both of you.

Michael, I think
you've made your point.

Now put it away, please.

Sit down.

We need to talk.

Guy, I know this is
a difficult situation,

but can't we all
just get along?

You know, like-- like--

Like one big
happy family?

Why not?

What are you saying?

I'm saying I like both of you.

How can I choose?

I'm sorry I've lived
a double life,

but I just didn't know
how to tell you.

I loved all the time
we spent separately.

Can't we just
spend it all together?

Certainly not.

Sounds okay to me.

Well, if it's
okay with her,

then it's double
okay with me.

How can something
be double okay?

Shut up, whore.

Stop it, both of you.

Come on. This can work.

Come here.

Now you.

Now both of you.

No.
No way.

Come on.

For me?

For us?

Hey.

Shit.

How do you do that?

You had a phone call.

Who was it?
Mr. G.

Mr. Gonzalez?

Thomas is in trouble.

Someone shot Eddie.

What? When?

Last night.

Is he dead?
Nobody knows.

Where's Thomas?

He's hiding out at one
of Mr. G's property's.

The one we used to go
swimming at.

Why is he hiding?

I don't know,
but he's really scared,

and he wants you
to go be with him.

Okay.
I'll go right now.

Just let me
grab a few things.

Do they know who did it?

No. Thomas and Eddie were
sleeping when it happened.

For some reason, he was
afraid to talk to the police,

so he ran.

Now the police
are looking for him.

They don't think he did it.

My God.
I can't believe this.

I'm going with you.

Okay. All right.

I might not be back
until later.

I'll give you guys
a call then.

Will you guys lock up?

Yeah.

I'll see you.

Marty?

Who would want to hurt Eddie?

Jett, is there anything
you'd like to tell us?

[Man]
It's all right.

I-- I-- I--

I...w-want...uh...tell--

Would it help if we
got you some water?

¶

[gunshots, record scratches]

I'll tell you everything.

¶ I know that you
want me so bad ¶

¶ I know
you want me so bad ¶

¶ Tell me that your love
ain't so bad ¶

¶ I just can't come,
I told you that ¶

¶ I ain't ready for love ¶

¶ Ain't ready
for commitment ¶

¶ I ain't ready
for the ball and chain ¶

[phone rings]
Your bat phone's
ringing.

I know.
[ring]

Well, are you going
to answer it?

I'm trying.

[ring]

Hello.

Oh, hi.

Is it Mr. G?

Who else
would be calling?

No, sorry. It's Marty.

Thomas went out
for a walk.

Oh, my God,
that's great news.

Are you sure?

Okay. Okay.

Call us at--

C-Call us as soon
as you know more.

Thank you for everything
you've done.

I know you've been putting
your reputation on the line.

We'll tell Thomas
right away.

Ciao.

What's going on?

Looks like we might
be going home soon.

Oh.

I kind of like it here.

Can't beat no hot water
and a pool full of algae.

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

To go tell Thomas.

Well, you might
want to put some
clothes on first.

Thomas!

I've been looking
all over for you.

What are you doing here?

You know, if Eddie
was really dead,

they would have
buried him by now.

His father and grandparents
are buried right over there.

Maybe he's still alive.

Then why haven't we
heard anything?

I don't know, Thomas.

This whole thing
is really messed up.

But if Mr. G
knew you were here--

I mean, this is
the first place

they would look for you.

I'm tired of worrying
about what Mr. G would think.

Hey, he's risking
a lot for you.

If the school board
found out,

he could lose his job,

not to mention the property
he's hiding you in.

Was there something
you had to say?

You had a phone call.

Who was it?

Who else gives a goddamn?

I'm sorry, Marty.

What did Mr. Gonzalez
have to say?

Marty.

Good news.

They picked up Jett.

More than likely,
he's going to rat out
your brother.

What's wrong?
I thought you'd be happy.

You know, I wish I could
understand you, Thomas.

You're
so goddamn secretive,

even about you
and Eddie.

It's not like you had
anything to hide.

Don't be so sure.

Come on.
Let's get out of here

before Angel sends
somebody after you.

[Anybodys]
Marty, who would want
to hurt Eddie?

[bell rings]

Hey, Marty,
have you seen Eddie?

He's in the music room
practicing with Sofia.

Oh, thanks.

He was talking
to me, Malcolm.

Did you know
where Eddie was?

No.
Well, then,
shut the hell up.

[phone rings]

Hello.

No, you wait.
I'll be right there.

Son of a bitch.

Angel,
where are you going?

I got to take care
of some family business.

I'm coming with you.

No, you're staying
right here.

No, I said
I'm coming with you.

He's your brother,
Angel.

[Man]
What's going on?

If what I hear is true,

I'm gonna fuck that boy up,
so help me.

He is not going
to disgrace my father

and everything
he's done for him.

You know, I hate fags
as much as you,

but Thomas
is your stepbrother.

I just got a phone call.

From who?

An associate.

Talking about he's
seen him kissing
another dude,

and he called.

Where?

At the park.

By the time we got there,
they were gone.

Any idea who it was?

Word is he's been
hanging out with Carlos'
little brother.

Eddie?
You know him?

I've seen him.

We're gonna see a whole
lot more of him.

I want you to keep
a close eye on him.

Both of them.

You can count on that.

I'll put my guy on it.

Who's that?

An associate.

¶ G-Get on it, bro ¶

I don't understand.

Everyone knows
your stepbrother
gave the word,

but you keep wanting
to protect him.

I'm telling you
for the last time,

it wasn't Angel.

If you're so sure
it wasn't him,

why won't you tell us
who you think it was?

You think people
are going to blame you?

¶ [rapping]

Maybe they should.

Maybe.

What's wrong?

I just want this nightmare
to be over.

We all do.

I miss him so much.

Remember when he first
told us about Eddie?

Marty and I
couldn't believe it.

Eddie Sanchez,

the jazz musician
with the cute girlfriend.

Well, I couldn't believe it
until Malcolm told me

what happened
backstage at the play.

You heard about that?

Hey, what's up?

Everyone did.

Hey, my phone's
ringing up.

You heard me. I'm about
to do my whip scene.

What? Not whipped cream.

I'm about to get
whipped, you moron.

[chuckle]

Look, I got to go.

Some backstage hand's
trying to drown me.

I'll see you at home, Mom.

I hope you're using
bottled water.

He's done. Now costume up.
You're on in five.

Incoming.

Here's my sword.

My helmet.

Toga.
Whoa.

Dude.
What?

Haven't you ever
heard of underwear?

Haven't you ever heard

of anything
called Method acting?

I'm just trying
to keep it real.

And I'm just trying
to keep it sanitary.

Looks like you've
got your work cut out
for you, honey.

Sofia, sorry.
I'll be out in a minute.

Looks like you
already are, sweetie.

Uh--

Sorry.

Poor Sofia.

Sometimes I wish
I never met him.

Don't say that.

You know
it isn't true.

I'm glad they met.

I'm not glad
with the way it ended,

but at least Eddie
discovered who he was.

Some people go through
their entire lives

without knowing.

Still, it was hard for him.

It seems
it wasn't just Thomas

struggling between
love and secrets.

I can't.

Why?

Just tell her.

No. I don't want
to hurt her.

But it's okay to hurt me?
To hurt us?

I like you a lot, Eddie,

but I'm not going
to wait around forever.

No.

He made some stupid
decisions, that boy.

So how do you feel?

I feel great.
What about you?

Just okay.

Just okay?

Hey, I'll feel better
the second time.

Wow. I see.

So I'm dating a sex addict.

Great. Seriously,

if we're going to continue
doing this,

we need to get military.

Military?

Yeah. As in don't ask,
don't tell.

Like the down low?

Yes.

Fuck you.

What--

What are you doing?

No. What are you doing?

Seriously.

You really
don't understand.

There's my family.

And my mother.
She doesn't understand.

What about my family?

You won't be seeing
my brother

marching at Pride
any time soon.

But I'm willing to take
whatever comes just for us.

And Sofia. I just can't.

I love her.
I don't want to hurt her.

You love what she's about.

You loves what she does
for your music.

So love her as a friend,

because you sure as shit
ain't loving her like a man.

[door opens]
Sofia.

Of course Sofia was shocked

when she walked
into the room

just moments later.

Then hurt.

[laughter]
Then anger.

But after a while,
that all went away,

and they remained
good friends.

[chatter]

In fact, Sofia's father
liked him better

after he found out
Eddie was gay.

He just wanted
to get a line in

because
he didn't have one.

I guess, in his eyes,

it meant she would remain
his little girl

just a little bit longer.

He's in for it.

How long is it gonna
take for the meatloaf?

But it wasn't that easy
with Eddie's family.

[speaking Spanish]

It's so hard
to live with the heat.

Oh, I know.

Eddie's brother Carlos,

he has a way with women.

Oh, yes.

You can say that again.

With ladies,
he never had any problem.

But with Eddie,

well,

he's no Carlos.

Why doesn't she
come around anymore?

Ai, Ma, I told you,

we're not going to be
seeing each other
anymore.

What did you do?

Nothing.

[speaking Spanish]

Shh.
...es su problema.

Have I been a good mother?

Ai, Mama.

Of course you have.

Why does this have
to be about you?

Did I do something wrong?

No.

Does it
have anything to do

with that boy that you've
been bringing over?

Does it?

Does it?

Eduardo, ¡siéntate ya!

Like you and Dad
understand each other once.

That is not the same.

Agreed, but the feelings are.

Ma, in a sense, it is.

Go.

Just go.

Thomas and I are going
to face a lot of crap.

His brother already
hates me as it is.

And this neighborhood
won't pull its head
out of the 1950s.

I need you
to be there for me
like you've always been.

I need you
to be here for me now.

Not now, son.

Not like this.

Ai, Ma.

She comes
from a Mexican family

and doesn't speak Spanish?

I mean, ¿Qué es con eso?

Is she ashamed
to be Mexican or what?

She-- She's better than us?

[sister] Who are you
talking about?

Sofia.

[Ma] No estamos
hablando de Sofia.

Wait. Then who are we
talking about?

We're talking about
your brother.

Eddie?

Oh.

[slap]
Oye, ¡Ma!

[knock on door]

You okay, faggot?

Ah, come on, dude.

I'm just trying
to make you laugh.

What's up, Eddie?

You haven't been
the same since, well--

since you know.

And Mom's worried.

And I'm worried, too,
ese.

Look, man, it's just
not safe, okay?

Do you know
who his brother is?

Fuck him, bro.
Fuck him, too.

You know what?
Fuck me, too, asshole?

Huh? Say it.

She doesn't understand, bro.

She doesn't need to.
You do, okay?

Why can't she accept
the fact that--

Dude, she's not,
all right?

You got to
accept the fact
that she never will.

She grew up in different
times than us.

Okay?
And it's her rules.

We got to play by them.

So just keep it
on the down.

Yeah, little brother.

Excuse me?

What, you think
you're the only one?

You?
No, no, no, no.
Yo tampoco.

I ain't no fucking
faggot, all right?

Last time I saw culo,

I was pulling your head
out of your ass.

I'm talking about Juan.

Juan? You're full of shit.

He's married with four kids.

And so are you gonna be,
all right?

Look, you can do whatever
the fuck you want, okay?

But just keep it
on the down low.

Dude, it is what it is,
okay?

But that's supposed
to be kept secret.

[speaking Spanish]

I'd hoped as my brother,
you'd understand.

Unlike Thomas'

I just hope,
with your connections--

Dude, what--
I could protect you?

Dude, there's things
I can't protect you
from, Eddie.

Okay?
Angel's not like me.

All right? You don't
think he knows
about his brother?

You think he's stupid
or what?

He's going to deal with
his brother in his own way.

But whatever he does to him

he's going to do to you
twice as hard.

So you
need to make a choice.

Either
you stop seeing him,

or you figure out a way
to keep it on the down low.

[knock on door]

He's right.

We need to keep this
a secret.

[car alarm honking]

[stops]

¶ I look all around,
and I can't choose one ¶

¶ Came from the bottom
stayin' hot as the sun ¶

¶ I can't help the fact
that you can't get none ¶

¶ Come back to my yacht,
and we'll have a little fun ¶

¶ My gang is stronger
than a football team ¶

[ring]

Hello.

[Angel]
No, you wait.

I'll be right there.

Son of a bitch.

Angel,
where are you going?

I got to take care
of some family business.

If what I hear is true,

I'm gonna fuck that boy up,
so help me.

[girlfriend]
He's your brother, Angel.

[Thomas]
I'm so sorry, Eddie.

I should have told you.

[wheels screeching]

I...didn't mean to do it.

[gunshot]

I-- I--

Jett,
who gave the order?

I said are we good,

you stuttering
prick motherfucker.

W-W-We're good.

Jett,
a young man is dead.

A young man a witness
said you killed.

We know you didn't
act alone.

Now,
who gave you the order?

It was Angel.

I'm going to get
Angel Ramirez.

W-Wait.

W-W-Wait. He didn't know.

He didn't know what,
Jett?

That an innocent men
would be shot?

I-- I-- He didn't--

You're a very lucky
young man.

Looks like Eddie's
going to survive.

If you cooperate

and help us put
Angel behind bars,

we may choose to overlook
your past indiscretions.

[no audible dialogue]

So many secrets.

Some aren't.

Well, I'm going to go
check in,

and then I'm going
to grab some food.

Thanks.

[Thomas]
Tell Mr. Gonzalez

that no matter what happens,

no one will ever know
he helped me.

I promise.

I will.

That's awesome.
I'll tell him right away.

Thomas, more good news.

Jett did a full confession.

No one is looking for you
for anything.

The police just want
to talk to you.

Mr. G said you should go
and see them right away.

Thomas, you don't have
to be afraid anymore.

Leave me alone.

You know, I don't get you.

How can I help you

if you don't let me
know what's going on?

Just forget it.

Where are you going?

To pack my things.
I'm going home.

[sniffle]

[door closes]

[sobbing]

¶

You're dead if you do it,
mister.

What the--

[gunshot, record scratches]

What the fuck's
wrong with you?

It's time to get up.

You have a job to do,
remember?

Are you c-crazy?

Kill someone with this.

They're only blanks.

Blanks?

What do you think?

I'm gonna have you pop
a cap into my stepbrother?

I don't want to kill him.

I just want to shit
his pants a little.

Are you good?

¶ Check yourself,
you're going insane ¶

¶ You certainly not paying ¶

¶ For things
that make you feel good ¶

It looks like rain.

I said are we good,

you stuttering
prick motherfucker.

¶ ...that I'll
always be here ¶

¶ So don't try
to ask someone else ¶

¶ 'Cause if I get-- ¶

We're good.

You know I'd never hurt you.

I love you.

So you say.

You did Angel.

Ancient history.

Y-You know, you--

you really do look good
in my sh-shirt.

I look better
out of it.

You are s--

so beautiful.

[kissing]

I'll be here
waiting.

But until then,
get dressed.

You'll be late for Tony.

Y-You know,

I have a bad feeling
about all this.

I don't know how I
let you and Angel...

talk me into--
Don't worry about it, baby.

You're not going to kill him.

You're not even
going to hurt him.

You're just going
to scare him, that's all.

I just--
I don't trust him.

Angel?

T-Tony.

He-- He's hiding
something.

Everybody is
hiding something.

You know this.

A-Are you?

Everybody.

Now be a good boy
and get dressed.

Be a man
and go do your job,

then come back to me
so I can do mine.

Hey, it's Natasha.

Is Angel there?

Where is he?

Right behind you.

Better place to be.

He just left.
We only got an hour.

So why are you late?

I-- I was--

m-my girlfriend.

The one with the legs?

I'd like to get in between
those legs some day.

You don't mind.

Would you?

Let me see the gun.

W-What are you doing?

They're blanks.

[click]

You only need one
to make it blank.

[gun cocks]

Now go in there.

[footsteps]

[gunshot]

Why? Just because
he loved another man?

Because he loved
the wrong man.

Tony, no.

What's wrong?

We can't do this anymore.

If Angel would find out,
he'd kill you.

He'd kill me.

So will I if I catch you
with anyone else.

So what,
you'd kill me, too?

Maybe not you.

I have to go.

¶ [rap on car radio]

[engine starts]

I'm so sorry, Eddie.

I should have told you.

Thank you for being
there for me.

You've
been my best friend.

I'll tell you everything.

Hey! What's going on?
Come on, let me in.

Good night, Christine.

Jake just texted me,
and he's looking for you.

He said you were
supposed to meet him.

Oh, shit. I forgot.

It's okay.

No.

No, really.

I have somewhere
I need to be anyway.

Where are you going?

Can't a girl have a secret?

I'm fed up
with secrets,

from Thomas afraid of
telling us about Tony

to the police letting
everyone think
Eddie was dead.

If Jett knew
Eddie was alive,

he wouldn't have talked.

Did the cops want
to put Angel away
so badly?

Now they're all mad at me
for helping him get out.

Yeah, but how did you know
Tony switched the blanks?

A little bird told me.

I sure hope
that's all he knew.

Yeah. I'm just
glad it's over.

It's not over.

Thomas won't rest
until they find Tony.

He's under constant
protection.

He'll be okay.

I better go.

No worries. I have
that thing later anyways.

I'll just finish
reading my book.

I won't be too long.

Hey, dude.
What's going on?

How's it going?

What?

Do you ever notice

how we
always ask questions

but never
give any answers?

What?

What are you talking about?

Are you all right, buddy?

Another question.

Oh, here's one for you.

Why were you
in such a hurry

to get Angel out of jail?

I mean,
Angel, Tony, Jett.

What's the big fucking
difference?

The difference is
that Angel was innocent.

Oh, yeah. Real innocent.

What does it matter to you
anyway?

Nothing, I guess.
I'm just so happy.

I like my gang members
off the street.

That's all.

I should have never
told you anything

about the bullet switch.

You're acting really weird.

Where'd you get that jacket?

You can't even afford
to buy your own cigarettes.

I work.

Uh-huh.

Oh, they pay you to look
through people's windows now?

Maybe they do.
Maybe they do.

[Boy]
I have one more ball!

Is there anything else
that's been bothering you?

Yeah. Why have you been
hanging out

with, like, two complete
losers anyways?

Excuse me?

You know
who I'm talking about.

That Asian boy toy of yours
and that whore.

Don't call Anybodys a whore.

Whatever.
You should really just
keep your eyes open.

What, and sneak up on them
like you do?

You'd be surprise to see
what you'd find.

Anyways, I got to go.

I have something
I got to do.

I just don't want
to see you get hurt.

Here.

Finish the game.

I'll see you later.

Not if I see you first.

What are you doing, Marty?

You'd never spy
on your friends,

let alone your girlfriend.

[Anybodys]
Can't a girl have a secret?

No.

No. She's entitled
to her own personal space.

I'm not going to be
like Jake.

[Jake]
You'd be surprised
to see what you'd find.

Oh, fuck me.

I can't believe
I'm doing this.

My mother
would be so proud.

Oh, look at my girlfriend.
She is beautiful.

You've turned me
into a peeping Tom, Jake.

[toilet flushes]

[Marty]
This better be good.

Still dressed?

What the fuck?

Did you say something?

Yeah. I was wondering

why you were
still wearing this.

We have all night.

You're such a tease.

Mm-hmm.

You like it when you're
on top, don't you?

Maybe.
At least
when you're with me,

you don't have to fake
like you do with Marty.

What?

Well, I've got news for her.

I've been faking it, too.

Do you know why girls
feel the need to fake it?

You tell me.

Because they actually
think we give a fuck.

You're so bad.

He's so dead.

Wait. Hold on.

I got you something
for weekend number 3.

Turn around
and close your eyes.

Okay. Open them.

Oh, my God.

[mouthing]

[Jake]
It's nothing big.

Like your dick.

Jake, it's beautiful.

You like it?

I love it.
Thank you so much.

You're so thoughtful.

You shouldn't have
spent the money.

Since she'll obviously
give it up for free.

You've been taking me
out to dinner

and the movies,
and now this?

Where have you been
getting all the money?

I have a job.

[sputtering]

I never see you go to work.

Then I must be
doing it right.

What do you mean?

If I tell you,

do you promise
you won't tell anyone?

Promise.

I've been working for Angel.

Oh, my God.

I've been his
eyes and ears

for some time now.

In fact, I'm the one

who found out
about his brother.

You told Angel
about Thomas and Eddie?

Not everything, just
what he needed to know.

Why?
What's wrong with that?

Eddie got shot.

That's what's wrong.

He's all right.

Besides,
how was I to know

Tony was going
to get so jealous

and go and try
to kill Eddie?

You knew about them,
too?

Of course. And Tony
paid me a shitload

to keep it quiet.

He paid
more than Angel.

That's why I was pissed

when your boyfriend
fucked everything up

and got Angel
out of jail.

I'd rather be
working for Tony.

I can't believe you.

And you don't think
any of this is wrong?

It's called
being enterprising.

Oh, I have another
word for it.

What are you doing?

I can't accept this.

I think
you'd better leave.

Oh, come on. So I played
them against each other.

They're fucking gang members.
Who the hell cares?

Thomas and Eddie care.
Their families care.

I care.

What do you want me to say?

Are we going to fuck
or not?

Never again.
Fine.

Then you can go back
to faking it

with your little gay
boyfriends.

I will! And how do you know
I wasn't faking it with you?

Because you make the same
high-pitched scream

you do when you're
using your vibrator.

How do you know that?

[gasp]

Have you been watching me?

I never want to see you again.

And to think I almost
had sex with you

in my mother's bed.

And to think
I almost gave you

my mother's necklace.

Get out!

[thump]
Uhh!

[clatter]

[crash]

This was the beginning
of the end for me.

It's been an interesting
two weeks,

to say the least.

A friend of ours is shot

because of another
friend's secret,

and now I've come home

to find that someone
in our relationship

has a little secret
of their own.

What do you mean?

Someone
in our relationship

has been unfaithful
to the rest of us.

Would anybody
like to come forward?

Does anybody
have anything to say?

Okay, it was me.

Michael?
Michael!

I'm ashamed. I'm sorry.

I had a moment of weakness.

Maybe two.

Maybe two?

You don't even know

if you had sex twice?

That all depends on your
definition, really.

Do you count only penetration?

How could you?

He did it to me.

He? Who was it?

Who?

[camera shutter clicks]

[chuckling]

What's the matter?

Aren't you used to having
your picture taken naked?

Not when the photographer's
naked, too.

Okay.

We're waiting, Michael.

What about your dad?

Wisconsin.

What about your sister?

Natasha? That whore?
Who cares?

I can't believe
you would betray me.

You?

I'm so sorry.
I really am.

I care about you
so much, Anybodys.

You have a fine way
of showing it.

I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

It's just that Jake
is such a--

such a big snake
in the grass.

Will you forgive me,
Anybodys?

Please?

I don't know.

I promise I'll never
be unfaithful again.

All right.

I forgive you, Michael.

You forgive him?

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's all right.

But now I have something
to confess to you.

Go for it.

You know I'll understand.

The reason I forgive you,
Michael,

is because I, too,

had a little...

indiscretion.

You whore!

What?

You heard me.
How could you?

How could I?
It's okay for you
and not for me?

I'm a guy.

What am I?
A whore.

Fuck you, Michael.

Never again, you Jezebel.

Does anybody even use
that term anymore?

Stop looking at me.

I'm not looking at you.

Yeah, right.
I don't believe this.

I'm getting out of here.

Who else are you
looking at?

Shut up, you bitch.
You're a whore.

You're the whore.
Excuse me.

[Michael]
Shut up.

Okay, Marty,
we need to talk.

Hold this, please.
What?

Please?

Thanks.

You broke my nose.
Good.

You asshole,
you broke my nose.

Hey, asshole.
Huh?

Next time, mind your own
goddamn business.

What?

Maybe you can hear this.

What's the matter with you?

You could have shot
my hand off.

You would have deserved it.

Come here.

Where are you taking me?

You're about to reconnect
with some homies

you haven't seen in a while.

What homies? Where?

Jail, motherfucker.

Hey, look, it's Marty.

Take a picture.

[fireworks explode]

And that's how quickly
life can be snuffed out.

One minute you're
a living miserable wretch.

Check out Marty.

The next, a dead one.

Strangely enough,

I feel little pain.

Strangely enough,

there isn't any blood.

Where's, um...

There should be blood.

Suddenly,
it all became clear.

He didn't shoot me.

Sorry, Jake. Got to go.

[horn honks]

I almost forgot.
I came by to thank you.

I'd tell you
to watch your back.

But you ain't got to worry
about that no more.

What happened?

You tripped
and fell on the car.

Just got the wind knocked
out of you, that's all.

Oh.

Thanks for saving my life.

Well, now we're even.

I needed to escape.

I just had to get away.

But where was I to go?

Are you all right,
Marty?

Where are you going?

Where's he going?

You asshole,
you broke my nose.

Excuse me?

Ohh! Son of a bitch!

Marty, what's going on?

Where the hell does he
think he's going?

To the only place I knew of

where one can
escape their troubles,

if only for a few
short hours.

Next stop,
the flying elephants.

You know, these guys
really have something here.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

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