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(deep exhale)

(camera whirrs)

(feedback)

(”Sing It Again Rookie Biatch” by Daggermouth playing)

That kid was just filming us.

Look at his fucking camera.

(amp distortion) What the fuck?

(crowd cheering)

(electric guitar riffing)

Check! Check, one, two!

We are Kill the Messenger.

What the fuck is up?

(heavy music)

(feedback)

(beautiful music)

(static)

(”Can’t Be Saved” by Senses Fail playing)

And a pack of smokes.

I'm gonna need to see some I.D..

Come on.

It's clearly not you in the picture.

I don’t know what you want from me.

Just take my money

put it in your little till and give me the smokes.

Okay? It's not that hard.

Are you kidding me?

Fine.

Keep the change.

Fucking dickhole.

(door chimes and slams)

Sorry about that.

(dog barking)

Bum me a smoke.

Get your own, you mooch.

Okay.

(door chimes)

Hey, pervert!

(”Reinventing Your Exit” by UnderOath playing)

Fuckin’ doorknob.

I'm gonna ask him.

Just shut up.

(van horn honks repeatedly)

Oh shit.

(footsteps)

Um... yeah?

Why were you filming my friends, huh?

You get off to that kinda shit or something?

It wasn’t like that, I was just-

So there's no footage of my friends on here, huh? Let me see.

Get off. I wasn't trying to be creepy...

No?

I just- (stuttering)

That sounds- Shit... I just-

Do you cut yourself?

Hey, let him go you twat.

(spits)

Pussy.

Let's just go.

Promise you're not some creepy weirdo.

We won't find our pictures of strangers Nexopia or something?

I swear to God.

Yo, why would you even waste your time filming those whiny ass rich kids?

I’d rather blow my fucking brains out.

(mouths gun shot)

No.

What are you edge or something?

Yeah.

I don't label it.

I just don't do that stuff, I guess.

Wait. What's the point of being straight edge

if you’re not gonna tell everybody how straight edge you are?

Isn't that the point of some shit?

I'm Alex

and that total fucking cunt with shit for brains is named Rodney.

Fuck you.

And that precious little thing...

Hi.

That's El.

Or actually.

Shut your dirty mouth and zip it!

Sheesh. Hostile.

She’s a little messed in the head, but we love her for it.

I'm Casey.

Casey,

you peg me as the kind of kid just itching for a little trouble.

(engine turns over)

Can we just go already!

Come on...

nothing bad’s ever happened in a giant van, has it?

(muffled punk music)

(“Speechless” by Bane playing)

Casey, what kind of music you listen to?

Oh! Do you listen to Enter Shikari?!

No.

You’re no fun!

Straight edge. You listen to hardcore?

Uh... yeah.

I like everything. I love hardcore.

Anybody who says they like everything knows dick all about nothing.

Name one hardcore band.

Uhh... Comeback Kid?

Everybody fucking knows Comeback Kid.

Fuckin’ scene kids.

Too bad.

(”Wake The Dead” by Comeback Kid playing)

Three... two... Go! Go! Go!

(screaming) ♪ You said, you said, you said ♪

♪ this time was gonna be different. ♪

Cocksuckers!

♪ Wake up the dead! ♪

♪ You said, you said, you said ♪

♪ this time was gonna be different. ♪

♪ Wake up the dead! ♪

Come on, faster.

(screeching laughter)

You’re a bitch!

Suck my dick!

Hey! Don’t fuckin’ spill the booze.

(soft music)

Film this dickhead.

Are you okay?

(beautiful music)

(music builds)

(echoing footsteps and laughter)

Okay. Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Listen to this.

Pussy fingers! (echoes)

What the fuck is pussy fingers?

Okay.

Alex... is a cock goblin! (echoes)

Is that what you think of me?

That's what I heard.

You jerk.

What the fuck is that?

Fuck you.

Come on. Take my hand.

No, no, no, no, no.

Let's go.

(screams)

(“Goodnight, Quiet City” by Dead And Divine playing)

I fucking love this song.

Have you... ever...

fucked anyone?

Have you wanted to?

Do you think I'm a slut?

What?

No.

(music resumes)

♪ Cause even when you’re dead ♪

♪ I still do what you want. ♪

♪ We’ll make history tonight. ♪

Thanks.

For what?

I haven’t either. Not the real stuff.

I really feel like me, when I’m with you.

Well I think you’re the most interesting human being on the whole fucking planet.

Well, that's just a known fact.

You’re so dumb.

♪ Goodnight! ♪

(kissing)

(skateboard rolling)

You’re so shit.

Fuck off.

Jesus fucking christ.

Yeah, that's it, guys.

Why don't you just jerk each other off right here?

Fucking lens caps on, dipshit.

Fuck.

I bet they don't even have faces anymore.

Yeah, probably just

protruding assholes like a vortex for a face.

Assholes don't protrude, asshole.

(mocking)

(falls off skateboard)

You’re so fucking uncoordinated.

(snickering)

You know what, let’s go do something.

Smells weird as shit over here.

(laughing)

(skateboard rolling)

(footsteps)

Okay?

(ambient music breaking up)

(train horn blaring)

I hate this shithole.

Fuck you, you wasteland cesspool fuck!

(spits)

You guys ever get obsessed with the most random stuff when you're a kid?

Like, back home, in my mom's garden there were always these slugs.

I was obsessed with them.

I used to lay on the floor, wriggle around, pretend to be one.

Drove my mom, bonkers.

Sometimes when she got really mad at me, I’d pretend she poured salt on me

and I'd combust like-

Like she killed me.

You guys ever do weird kid stuff like that?

Or like...

Look up at the stars and try to eat them.

You really can't handle a moment of silence, can you?

No.

It's uncomfortable and boring.

Sometimes silence is nice, though.

You don't have to spew out all your thoughts all the time.

They’re in your head for a reason.

Jeez, what's up your butt?

I get it.

Sometimes...

I hate being left alone with my thoughts too.

Aw. What unsettling thoughts could be eating away at our privileged little Casey?

Fuck you. You're not the only one allowed to feel things.

Such an asshole.

Maybe if your dad offed himself, you'd be a bit of an asshole too.

What? Did he really?

No, I’m making stuff up about his dead dad.

(ambient music)

(kissing) I love you.

(belt unbuckling)

I hate this fucking dump.

Shit people. Shittier politics.

Literally smells like shit.

Skies nice though.

Saskatchewan!

Where everything real goes to fucking die!

(lighter ignites)

Ah, Jesus!

Don't worry about her...

I think she's just... on her “end of sentence”.

Her period.

Oh.

Yeah, that's fine.

You don’t have to pretend you know.

Or like... Camouflage.

It’s okay you can touch me.

I’m okay with it.

You’re being so fucking weird right now.

Why don't you want to fuck me?

Are you even hard?

(deep exhale)

Promise you won't hate me.

I kissed someone.

With who?

Rodney?

Worse.

Some people, when they're around other people, they try to blend in.

Transform like a chameleon, or whatever.

And, I know you really, really want to.

But I don't know, maybe deep down, you're more like

a blobfish or something.

I didn’t mean to

I just-

You can't even look at me.

It's a lot to process.

How else do you want me to react?

Are we just...

done?

I don't mean you're ugly or anything,

just mean like a blobfish in a frickin’ blobfish.

Every time someone looks at one, they're like...

Yup, that's a blobfish.

And it can try really hard to not be a blobfish.

But then it's never going to feel like it fits in anywhere.

But it fits in right where it needs to.

Do you know what I'm saying?

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

I don't hate you.

Well you should

Because I'm a fucking whore, aren’t I?

What I'm trying to say it's like,

just...

I love you.

Okay?

Okay.

I love you too.

Don’t touch me.

(door slam)

(rattling)

You’re acting fucking crazy right now.

Rodney was right.

What the hell does Rodney know, he’s a fucking idiot.

You don't belong with people like us.

Yeah?

Tell me...

Who do I belong with?

Fuck out of my room!

Get out! Get out!

Fucking asshole!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

I thought you loved me?

Huh?

Were you just lying?

I'm a fucking person, Alex.

I swear to fucking God,

You just throw away anyone who actually loves you.

It's getting late.

We should go.

(giggling)

Sometimes things are finite, Casey.

They have their moment, and then they’re done.

I don’t know who I am

without you.

(shaking breath)

Maybe you should work on that.

Fuck you, Alex.

(door slams)

(panicked breathing)

(ambient music)

(cars rumbling)

Come on, it’s cool. Promise.

(soft music)

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

Holy... shit.

Is it even safe down here?

This is where I come to be alone.

Are you recording me?

Don’t, stop!

Fucking...

Jesus. Don’t be gay.

Ah...

Fucking, stop.

Too bad, you exist.

Look at him.

Look at that face.

I love you.

(beautiful music builds)

(camera whirrs)

(music loops)

(”Is It The Last Time” by Will Quiring playing)