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You wouldn't believe the faces people make

when I just try to talk.

Well, they're gonna see.

They'll see.

I'm gonna make them care.

They'll see the real me.

God.

This loneliness is killing me.

Are you lonely too?

God!

This loneliness is killing me.

God!

This loneliness is killing me.

God.

This loneliness is killing me.

God.

This loneliness is killing me.

Balthazar, get off the phone!

There's someone important I want you to meet.

I'm busy.

Well, the internet will still be here when you get back.

Come on.

Balthazar.

I'd like you to meet Representative Hakeem Atkins,

the next senator of the state of New York.

Balthazar.

Balthy.

Balthy?

That sounds like a boy's name to me.

He looks like a man, Nicole.

Nicole, coming to DC this weekend, right?

Oh. I didn't know I was invited.

I need you by my side, Nicole.

It's my birthday this weekend.

Oh, well,

I'll let you two sort that out.

I know, I know, it's okay.

We'll talk to Antony.

Antony, my life coach?

- Fuck him. - He's right there.

Everyone has to grow up eventually.

Balthazar.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

You're supposed to barricade the door, guys.

Come on!

Now you're all dead.

Right now you're probably asking yourselves

who the heck we are.

Well, I'll tell you who we are.

We are Act On.

The global leader

in mass shooting preparedness training.

And do you know who you are?

And it breaks my heart every time I say this.

You are, statistically-speaking,

the number one target for mass shooters.

You know, real-life versions

of the simulation that you're taking part in

happen every day.

Just last week in Arkansas,

where the perpetrator didn't just have guns

and say they were planning an attack,

they had drawn out maps

indicating entry and exit points,

none of which was enough for the authorities

to stop the shooting before it happened.

Which goes to show

you are the last defense

in a mass shooting.

Let me ask you a question.

Who would you tell if a student said

they had a gun and they were planning an attack?

You.

Probably Ryan.

Ryan?

My family's chief of staff.

Okay, but then he would tell the principal, right?

Uh...

He'd probably reach out to Len first.

Who's Len?

My family's chief counsel.

Right.

You know, at Act On,

we study mass shootings all over the world.

And whether it's high schools or churches

or malls or movie theaters or parades,

really any public gathering--

Yeah, you.

You said, "all over the world"?

Yes. Act On is the number one consultancy firm

for mass shooting intelligence--

Um...

But this doesn't happen anywhere else in the world.

It's only in America where we have such easy access to guns,

coinciding with a zero-sum economy

and the monetization of narcissism,

all of which push hopeless, lonely people, kids,

into an annihilation mentality.

Yo, what?

That sounds like more of a comment than a question.

Here you go, Eleanor.

You're going to be one of our victims today.

This stuff comes out in the wash, right?

Okay. You probably think everyone here is über-wealthy,

but I'm on scholarship, so...

Excuse me. Can I be a victim too?

Uh... Whatever.

Hey, psst.

You okay?

What? Yeah.

It was a joke.

I love jokes.

I thought what you said earlier was really cool.

Super different.

Thanks.

It's pretty obvious, though, right?

Talk to each other in real life.

Be actual IRL friends.

Contribute to social good.

Why do all that when you can just create

some douchebag company that gets paid

to pretend terrorize us?

We're just like chasing the violence we create,

you know?

Yeah, no.

Totally.

If you're really interested,

I'm hosting a rally tomorrow in Washington Square Park.

You should come.

Yeah. Yeah, absolutely. I will.

And I'm super interested.

Hey, you guys, you're supposed to be dead.

Anybody taking this seriously?

What you just heard was a chilling account

of what happened inside the Arkansas City shooting...

Hey Esteban,

Why do you think people shoot kids in schools?

Huh? Um...

That's not something you have to worry about, Balthy.

Yes, Hakeem is very charming, isn't he?

So, going into this next cycle,

how much do you think you and Walter can give?

"'We're fighting for our lives here,'

exclaimed 19-year-old James Howe."

"We're f--We--We're-- We're fighting for our lives."

"We're fighting for our-- for our lives here."

"We're fighting for our lives."

"We're fighting for our lives here."

I just saw the news about Arkansas City.

No, you're not there yet.

Try again. Try again.

This awful country's just...

chasing the violence it creates.

It's not fair!

One more time.

I just heard the news about Arkansas City.

Just give us IRL friends.

We're fighting for our lives here.

I wanted to be honest with you guys.

And what do I fucking get?!

Nothing!

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.

That fucking shoot--

Did you only touch me 'cause I was little?

Why did you rape me?

You're a fucking pedo!

Cry about this, pussy.

This shit is all I think about every day.

Are you lonely?

Of course I'm lonely.

I'm a fucking school shooter.

For real?

Want to see what I'm gonna do?

That's the Arkansas City shooting.

This is the shit they won't show on the news.

Hey Esteban,

do you like Hakeem?

I'm not big into politics, Balthy.

Why not?

If you ask me, it's a big grift.

What's a grift?

A con.

Thieving. They make you care about something,

they take your hard-earned money

and don't do nothing with it.

It's a grift.

Eleanor.

Eleanor. Hey.

- Bye. - Bye.

What happened, where's the protest?

Oh, um, only ten people showed up.

Are you kidding me?

I mean, come on!

We're fighting for our lives here.

Yeah, I know.

Well, what are you doing now?

So this is what a $50 million view looks like.

Holy shit. Is that the Met?

We have an indoor pool too.

Not much of a swimmer, though.

My life coach uses it sometimes.

- Your life coach? - Yeah.

He was brought in a couple years ago

to help me "break out of my shell."

I haven't seen him much since he started his new company.

Not that I need him.

What about your dad?

He lives in Westchester,

with his other family.

But he pays for everything, so...

Can I show you something in my room?

Okay.

This awful country is just

chasing the violence it creates.

Just give us IRL friends.

We're fighting for our lives here.

Is this sincere?

Are you actually crying?

Uh, that's a good question.

Um, I think it's nice to be a part of a community.

Yeah, like, you and activism.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Check this out.

I started DMing with a guy that commented on it.

And you're gonna like this.

Look at what he sent me.

Why would I like that?

Because he's a school shooter.

He needs our help, Eleanor.

We could--we could stop a school shooting.

Okay, let me show you this other thing he sent me.

Security footage.

From the one in Arkansas.

What are you doing?

Are you fucking psycho?

Wait. What?

- Jesus. - I'm sorry, Eleanor,

it's just a video, though.

I thought that's what you're into.

It's not just a video. It's death.

- It's real death. - Yeah, I know that--

It's really obvious none of this actually matters to you.

You're just pretending it does.

- I'm not. I'm not. - How the fuck

- do I get out of here? - No. I'm not.

I'm not pretending. I care.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

It's my birthday this weekend.

So?

Jesus Christ, you really are

a fucking psycho.

It's really obvious none of this actually matters to you.

None of this actually matters to you.

It's death. It's death!

It's really obvious.

None of this actually matters to you.

It's real death.

You are just pretending it does.

What the fuck?

You're just pretending it does.

You're a fucking psycho.

It's really fucking obvious

none of this actually matters to you.

You're just pretending.

It's really obvious none of this

actually matters to you.

Hey, Death.

Wassup, pussy?

Having kind of a bad day.

My girlfriend called me a psycho.

That's every day for me.

Except no girlfriend.

That's why I want to kill everyone and everything.

Don't do it.

I really want to help you.

No.

Are you there?

Don't do it!

What the fuck?

Saw your profile.

What do you think of this?

That's very forward.

Is this a scam?

Not a scam.

You seem like my type.

Huh. Sick.

Where do you live?

Why?

Because I want to be in your bed.

It's been a long time

since I had a warm body cuddled up against me.

You know what else I want to do?

What?

LOL.

I knew you were all talk.

Keep your cock as deep in my throat

as it can go until your balls have pumped out

every last drop of cum.

Damn.

That's cool.

But honestly, I just want to hear your voice.

So I know you're a real person.

Ahh, I see.

Well...

Mom?

Oh. Balthazar,

I didn't know you were awake.

Oh, honey,

did you get any sleep at all last night?

Please don't go for my birthday.

Oh, Balthazar.

Why didn't you tell me about the shooter drill at school?

I want you to know that me and some other parents,

we have already started a petition

to stop companies like that

from operating in Manhattan schools.

Uh, is that all you're doing?

Oh, well, I guess, I could talk to our lawyer,

or... I know what.

I'm going to bring it up with Hakeem.

He can talk to people in Washington

on your behalf.

- And you-- - Okay, Mom. Bye, thank you.

Have a nice trip.

Bye. Happy birthday.

I want to lick the shit off your dick

after you fuck my ass.

Do you want to meet in real life?

Hey, guys.

Something very important happened to me last night.

I couldn't cry.

And you know, if you know me,

you know that crying is the only way I feel real.

But recently, someone I care about

told me that my crying is insincere.

So I guess it's not real.

Do you want to come to Texas with me?

We can do this.

See, I've been talking more to that guy.

See, but it's confusing because--

I'm not crazy, okay.

...some people say they want you to be sincere.

But then when you show them how sincere you are

by inviting them to Texas

to try to change the world with you,

they freak out.

And--and--and make a huge scene in the hallway

because they care more about their stupid scholarship

than they do about kids getting shot.

Everything okay?

Well, I don't have a stupid scholarship.

Fine. Fine.

- And maybe the shooter-- - Hey!

...is expecting a different person.

I'm the one who cares, Eleanor!

Me, I do.

But once he gets to know the real me,

we'll become friends.

And then I'll tell him the truth

and he'll understand.

Because, guys, if you really care,

you have to show up.

I'm showing up.

Are you?

Yeehaw.

What's his name again?

Balthazar. It's his birthday.

Yo, surprise!

Surprise!

Happy birthday, buddy.

Hey, where are you going, buddy?

You're gonna miss your party.

It's not my birthday till Friday, Antony.

Yeah, I know. Hey, listen, I'm sorry.

Friday's really busy for me and my other clients.

Your mother said you don't have any plans.

Wait. What are you all packed up for?

- Whoa. Hey. - Just let me--

Balthy, you know I still submit reports to your father.

Okay, so then submit your stupid little report

and tell Robert that I'm fine.

You need his money just as bad as Mom does, don't you?

Okay. All right. Listen.

Who the fuck are these idiots?

Who are these people?

Hey, hey, it's Chris, Devon, Rebecca.

You know John. That's John.

John from Safe Landing.

- John. Oh! - How about this?

How about you just tell me where you're going?

What would that do for the kids, huh?

Kids? What do you mean, kids?

The kids. The kids, Antony!

Balthazar, Balthazar.

You're coming off really manic right now.

I know why I haven't seen you as much this past year.

It's not because of all your new clients.

It's because...

You're not attracted to me anymore, isn't it?

Is it because I hit puberty?

Shut that shit down. Stop that shit right now.

Did you only touch me 'cause I was little?

Bro, I've seen your videos. I've seen them. Stop it!

He's doing a bit. It's not funny.

- Why did you do this to me? - Stop!

Why did you do this to me?

Why did you?

Why did you rape me?

Balthaza-- You can't say shit like that.

Hey, stop!

- Why did you do-- - Bro.

- I won't tell anybody! - Stop it.

- Just let me go please. - There's nothing to tell.

There's nothing to tell. There's absolutely nothing--

Yeah, right. Yeah, right.

- You're a fucking pedo! - Shut the fuck up!

Antony! Let him go! You need to calm down.

- What in the fuck? - Relax. He's a kid.

Your attention, please.

Passengers are allowed only...

- I am ready for war! - War!

- I am ready for war! - War!

- I am ready for war! - War!

- I am ready for war! - War!

- I am ready for war! - War!

- I am ready for war! - War!

- I am ready for war! - War!

Whoo! Whoo!

Holy shit.

I think I see a room full of fucking winners.

Y'all wanna know something about winning?

In order to know how to win,

in order to get to the top,

y'all gotta get to know the bottom.

- That's right. - Yes, sir.

Lock that in, folks.

Suffering builds winning.

Say it with me now.

Suffering builds winning!

That's right.

That's why our keynote's here today.

When I first met him,

he was fresh out of the penitentiary.

Not a dime to his name.

But you know what I saw in his eyes?

This motherfucker wanted to win.

Let's show some love for the one and only...

Beaver fucking Jackson!

Beaver! Beaver! Beaver! Beaver!

Yeah!

Hey, can we, uh--

can we turn all that noise off, please?

Thank you.

The Beaver Jackson that you see standing here

in front of you today

is a fucking winner.

I'm not going to talk about today.

I'm talking about seven years ago.

Seven years ago, I was dried up,

broke, busted, beaten.

I was an addict.

Mostly sex, but meth too.

I walked out on my family.

My wife, God rest her soul.

My 13-year-old boy.

And I looked everywhere

for someone else to blame,

except...

- The source! - Source!

For nearly a decade, I didn't see my boy.

My...

My beautiful boy.

I was a bad father,

like I imagine a lot of you are.

And then

one day...

Thrush.

Incredible crowd today.

I'm telling you that personal shit sells.

All right.

Do I have to sell all this

before I start making anything?

Are you whining?

- No. - Jesus, Solomon.

- I'm not. - I got Supes to get you

the wholesale rate,

- and you are whining. - I'm not whining.

I just didn't think it was gonna be that much.

You got that money or what?

Yeah. Hey. All right.

Move this supply, you've made your money back.

Sell any more?

Just fill out this slip.

Send it to the home office.

That's as good as money.

And remember, you sell the story,

not the product. Understand?

Yeah. Sell--sell the story, not the product.

Hey, Dad.

You know, I reached out to you 'cause...

I know we haven't spoken in a few years,

but I've been...

I've been having a hard time.

- There you go. - I thought we could...

Supes!

You want to talk about a hard time?

You hear about that shooting up in Arkansas City?

No.

His little cousin got shot there.

You don't hear him whining.

Okay, Sol, I gotta boogie. Congrats, kid.

Welcome to the Thrush family.

- Thank you. - This'll be good.

For us, for uh, for our relationship.

Come here, kid.

'Sup, Carson.

Hi, Grandma.

- Grandma? - Hey, baby.

- I'm back here. - All right.

Gonna need a little help.

You gotta stop going to the bathroom

- without your walker. - I know.

I know, I know, I know. I thought I could do it.

I need your help getting up.

I got you.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Oh, God. - Come back.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, here we go.

Let's do the dance.

It's like a conga line.

I was doing good, and then it just got aggravated.

You know what I mean?

All right, all right, all right.

God bless.

Hey, guess what?

What?

You're looking at...

the future number one

supplement salesman in North Texas.

A salesman?

How about that?

Fuckin' A, baby.

Hey, can I practice my pitch on you?

Shit. If I weren't your grandma,

and you showed up at the door,

try more than a pitch on me.

Grandma.

- All right. - Ha!

My name is Solomon Jackson,

and I'm Thrush independent advisor.

- Thrush? - That's right.

Can I ask you all to do me a favor?

All put your hands up

and take a close look at your fingers.

You see this finger here? It's your index finger.

You see this one next to it?

You see how they are similar in length?

Well, that means you are short on testosterone.

- What is that? - It's in your balls.

- In your peepee. - Oh, really?

And I know you love your mama.

She did not expose you

to enough testosterone in the womb.

- I'm afraid she bore you weak. - Solomon.

At this stage in your life--

Maybe not this stage, but--

Grandma!

You listening?

- You fell asleep. - Oh, shit.

Well, you can put your hand down.

Done that bit.

Are you ready for war?

Because you're going to need as much war fuel testosterone

that a body can take.

- Git! - Get the fuck out of here.

- Fucking git. - Good night, Solly.

I'm sorry.

Ooh! Oh, Solly, that was so fucking good.

Hey, you're keeping your job

at the Pump-N-Go, though, right?

Yeah, yeah.

I just want to find a way that I can show up

for myself a bit more.

Your mama would be so proud of you.

Thanks, Grandma.

News just broke about Arkansas City.

You hear the news, Solly?

You better sell more of those dick pills

or you're going to be living

underneath the bridge with the bums.

Rent went up 65 percent.

65?

What the fuck am I supposed to do, Myron?

How are we supposed to pay that?

Hey, don't shoot the messenger, buddy.

I'm not shooting--

Yeah, I fucking will shoot somebody.

Blow someone's fucking head off.

- Hey, fuck you. - Fuck you, old man.

Fuck you, you little prick.

Taylor.

Hey, now, stop me

if I'm getting out of line here, Brian.

But I'm assuming you don't want to be

assistant manager here your whole life.

Shitty ass office doing schedules the whole time.

Don't you want something more?

Don't you want to feel like a real man?

Dude, you called in 30 minutes

before your shift started yesterday.

I ended up having to cover for you.

- No, but-- - Do you honestly believe

- that you still have a job here? - No. My dad was in town.

He doesn't come around very often.

That--that doesn't matter, man.

There have been complaints.

Now, I'm not saying who,

but you make your female coworkers uncomfortable.

Taylor is the only female that works here.

Taylor, why did you say I made you feel uncomfortable?

- I didn't say that. - Yes, you did say that.

- Brian just told me you did. - Brian!

All I did was ask you to go to the Jimmy Phantasm event

- at the Astrodome. - Yeah.

And I said no, because I'm an adult.

So saying no makes you feel uncomfortable?

No, Solomon.

You asking me if I think

cartoon characters are hot makes me uncomfortable.

You talking to me about your dad's dick

- makes me uncomfortable. - I can talk--

And you lingering around me in the store,

struggling to make small talk

because all you can think about

is cartoon characters and your dad's dick--

- That's not-- - ...makes me

- fucking uncomfortable. - That's not all I think about!

You're like a fucking incel guy,

and that's uncomfortable.

I'm not an incel, Taylor.

I'm not a fucking inc-- You know what?

Fuck you, Taylor.

'Cause all I wanted was for you to be my friend.

And now I'm gonna be fucking homeless

because of it, you know that?

Solomon, it's time to go, man.

Solomon, get out of the store.

Go!

Don't make me call the cops!

Go, get out of the store, man.

Fuck you, Brian!

- Go! - Bye.

How are you doing today?

I got some guns I'm trying to get rid of.

Sorry.

Unfortunately, there's no serial numbers on these.

It's a federal crime to buy these.

They're good guns. They shoot straight.

Please stop touching the gun, okay?

- No. My dad gave these to me. - I understand.

Your dad did you wrong. I'm sorry.

I can give you a good deal for these.

- I bet you would. - What's that supposed to mean?

- You're not gonna take them? - No, sir.

You know somewhere that might?

- No, sir. You have to leave. - Okay.

Well, that's your loss. These are good guns.

They have a lot of sentimentality to me.

I don't buy sentimental stuff.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you, too.

Fuck!

You're the source. You're the source.

You're the source.

This is Beaver Jackson,

senior consultant at Thrush Inc.

Can't get to the phone right now

but I look forward to connecting with you.

Leave a message. All right.

Hi, Dad.

I...I know you told me only to text you.

Please don't be mad.

I, I think-- I think I made a mistake.

Um...

We need that money I gave you and...

Can I give some of this stuff back?

Just let me know.

Solomon! Solomon!

Solomon! Solomon!

Solomon! Solomon!

Solomon! Solomon!

Yeah, right.

Oh, shit.

I want to lick the shit off your dick

after you fuck my ass.

Yo.

The 710 Express from Houston

is now arriving at bay nine.

Hey, you Terra?

Terra?

Terra?

Terra?

Fucking...

Solomon?

Solomon. Right?

Do I know you?

Um, yeah. You're waiting for a girl, right?

Terra? Is that right?

Who the fuck are you?

What is this?

I met Terra on the bus, and yeah,

she asked me to come and find you

and tell you sorry. Um--

What do you mean, sorry?

She had to turn around

because her sister, she's in the hospital.

The fuck are you talking about?

Why wouldn't she just message me that herself?

- Because her phone broke. - What is this?

- Is this a trick? - No!

- Are you fucking with me? - No, I promise!

- Is this a fucking trick? - I swear, I swear.

Please don't hurt me.

I'm sorry.

You telling me the truth?

Yes.

This is the truth?

Yes, I promise.

- Fucking stupid. - No, no, no, no.

- So fucking-- - No, no, no, no. It's okay.

She's going to text you

as soon as her phone starts working.

She said that?

Yeah, yeah.

And she was...

she was really looking forward to meeting you.

I can't believe I thought it was a fucking trick

when her--when her sister might be dead.

I'm such a piece of shit.

Fucking--fucking piece of shit.

I fucking hate my brain.

Who are you texting?

It's just my mom.

She wants me to call her back.

Do you like your mom?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Well, then you call her right now.

All right? You never know what you got till it's gone.

Fucking call her right now. I'm serious.

Balthy?

- Balthy, hello? - Yeah. Mom! I'm here.

Oh, I'm so glad you called.

How was your birthday with Antony?

Yeah. It was fine.

His sober companion friends came over,

- and they went swimming. - Oh.

Antony said he brought a cake, too.

Did you have a really good time?

I want to lick the shit off your dick

after you fuck my ass.

Fucking knew it.

Okay, Mom, I gotta go. Gotta go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Give me your phone.

My what?

Give me your phone.

My phone?

Fucking give it to me!

Okay. Okay.

Solomon. Calm down.

It's me.

Balthy!

BBoyMalone? We were messaging, I'm from New York.

You remember that, right? You remember, don't you?

Come on, man, you remember we were messaging.

I just wanted to be friends!

God.

I just wanted to be your friend.

I just wanted to be your friend!

- Hey. - Oh.

What'd you say about being my friend?

You looked like you needed someone.

And you took a bus to Fort Worth for that?

No. I flew from New York to Houston,

and then I added a bus trip because I didn't think

it'd be believable

if you picked Terra up from an airport.

What, all that,

just to be my friend?

Well, get in!

So when were you planning on doing it?

Doing what?

Um, school shooting.

School shooting?

Yeah. That's what you said.

That's why I'm here.

'Cause I thought that maybe...

I thought maybe that if you had a IRL friend,

you wouldn't do it.

That's why you're here?

You think I'm some kind of maniac?

Man, I should-- I should fucking smoke you.

- Smoke me? - Dumb ass.

- With what, with a gun? - Yeah, what the fuck you think?

Bitch! Open the glove box.

Huh?

Oh!

Never seen one before?

IRL?

No.

You wait till you see the rest of what I'm packing.

What you lookin' at?

Come on.

Come on.

- Hey, Grandma. - Hey, baby.

- You gonna shut the door? - Oh.

This is, uh...

It's my new friend.

- What's your name again? - Balthazar.

- Everyone calls me Balthy. - It's Ballsy.

- Balthy. Bal-tee. - Ballsy?

No, it's Balthy.

- It's French. - Okay, well, whatever.

Can you believe this cocksucker came all the way

from New York to visit me?

Dumb ass.

Wait here.

You dragged your ass

all the way from New York City to see my Solly?

Solly tell you what's been happening

- around here? - Mm-mm.

They are raising the rent.

Motherfuckers.

Yeah, we're going to have to find

somewhere else to live pretty soon.

Hmm. Yeah, that'll be nice.

You could buy a real house.

Balthy! Come here.

- Whoa. - This what you wanted to see?

Look at that.

"Love is forever an elusive bird, stuck--"

Not that.

That's the first plan I ever drew up.

And that's where it all started.

Yeah.

I had a lot of phases.

You like Jimmy Phantasm?

It's been with me since I was a kid.

That's my guy right there.

♪ Yo, Jimmy was your average teen ♪

♪ A brainiac whiz who invented a machine ♪

♪ To catch ghosts, tracked them with EVP ♪

♪ And tap them with a subatomic laser beam ♪

You guys are getting kicked out?

- What? - Your grandma.

She said you guys are getting kicked out.

No, off the land.

- It's our trailer. - Oh.

Fuckers want to charge me ten grand to move it.

Fuck them.

Is that a lot?

Yeah, but I'm going to shoot them all

in their fucking faces.

♪ Go, go, go! Jimmy Phantasm ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go! ♪

You hear those babies crying?

Well, not anymore.

They're dead.

Hey, you want to use the, uh, pistola

or one of the ARs?

Look. There's a few.

Hey, hold it like a fucking man.

Put it up. You got a grip?

I know you're going to like it. Put it in.

Shoulder, here.

Hips, square them up.

Look down the scope.

Don't worry.

Safety's on. It's not just going to go off.

See the bottles?

Hey, it feels good, doesn't it?

Now remember,

don't ever point a gun at someone

unless you mean to use it.

Okay? These things kill people.

Yeah, I know that.

That's why I'm here.

Yeah. Me too.

Nothing happened.

Safety's on, stupid.

Shoot it.

Whoa. Whoa.

Oh.

Oh, you like that shit, don't you?

Let me do it again.

Yeah, but this one.

- Same deal. Shoulder. - Yeah.

Grip it, down the barrel.

Mmm, nice shooting, city boy.

Mmm.

Yeah. That hurts, doesn't it?

Hey, you know why yours hurts and mine doesn't?

Because the bad news is, Balthy,

you were born-- hey!

The bad news is you were born a little bitch.

It's probably why you're sore from all that kickback.

And it is definitely why

you make all those crybaby videos.

But the good news is that if you act fast,

you can take a look in the mirror today

and take some responsibility for that low T count.

Hey, let me ask you a question, Balthazar.

Are you ready for war?

Because a war is coming,

and you gotta be able to protect yourself

and your family.

Which is exactly what a daily serving

of Thrush will do.

You trying to sell me these?

Yeah.

I don't think I'm interested.

I tell you.

Well, I could see myself getting real angry, Balthy.

You know?

Just at the world,

like in Arkansas City.

16 people dead.

Just bam, bam, bam.

Okay. Okay.

If I buy these,

will you not do a mass shooting?

Unfortunately, no.

But if you bought all this

and then put in an order for...

one year's supply...

well, then maybe.

Maybe I could see myself standing down

for a bit.

Yes. Yes, yes.

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, yes!

Oh, my dad is gonna flip.

Yes! Yes!

Can't go wrong, baby.

- Oh my God. - Can't go wrong, right, baby?

You like that, baby?

Can't go wrong, baby.

Can't go wrong, baby.

That's your dad?

Uh-huh. Yeah, he did porn a few years, amateur MMA.

He had a bit of a dark phase with drugs.

That's how my mom died.

Now he's the biggest Thrush distributor

in the region.

When he sees how much I sold,

I feel like he's going to invite me in.

The inner circle.

We'll start making real money together.

I've been meaning to ask,

you're not really crying in those videos, right?

Mmm.

Well, I can make myself cry.

That doesn't mean it's not real.

You think you could show me how you do it?

How you cry like that?

You see any?

Well, you stopped holding your breath.

Fuck!

I honestly don't know how I do it.

I just sort of start crying,

and I can't stop until I stop recording.

Fucking get this bitch.

Huh?

Uh...

You gonna hurt somebody?

Solomon?

Okay. Let's go.

Huh?

Solomon.

The fuck are you doing?

Solomon, I see you.

- Solomon. - Solomon.

Solomon, you're not supposed to be on the premises.

What are you doing?

You're freaking me out.

I see you.

Solomon?

Solomon, please.

Please, please, please, don't do anything. I'm sorry.

Why? Why? Taylor!

Why?

I just wanted to be your friend.

Goddammit, Solomon.

You scared the shit out of me.

What the fuck was that?

Well, I just wanted you to know how you made me feel.

God. You are so fucking weird.

And I wanted to introduce you to my new friend.

And he came all the way from New York City to visit me.

Why? So you could dress him up as Jimmy Phantasm

and suck his dick?

- No. - Huh?

- Go, go, go, go! - Stop it!

Stop that, Taylor!

Are you a little pervert for cartoons, too?

No. No, we are friends.

Hey, tell her-- tell her we're friends.

Huh?

Yeah. We're friends. Yeah.

See, see, I have friends.

- I'm not a fucking incel. - Yeah, that's right.

Incels don't fuck each other like you and

butt boy over here.

What? No, we don't--

He's not butt boy, his name's Balthy.

Sounds like a butt boy name to me.

I just wanted you to know that I have a friend.

Fine.

Now leave or I'll call the cops.

Okay.

You see her face?

Fuck me. She fucking felt it, man.

I know she did.

Felt what?

Well, that I'm a person.

You didn't want to shoot her?

Who, Taylor?

Nah, man.

I mean, she's a fucking bitch, but shoot her?

No way.

You getting in?

You want to see where I was going to do it?

My school shooting?

I can show you.

Come on.

Come on.

Get down.

This is it, Balthy.

My shooting spot.

I practiced picking off all the kiddies and teachers.

Picking them off.

One at a time. Mm-hmm.

You try.

Like this guy?

I could shoot this guy.

Look.

I could shoot him in the fucking face.

Want me to do it?

Okay.

Show's over.

I can't play this anymore.

Play what?

I'm not this thing.

I'm not. You understand?

Enough is enough.

You know?

What about the maps you showed me?

I wasn't going to do anything.

They're just stupid fucking drawings.

If I call someone, can you at least pretend I stopped you

from doing a shooting?

The only reason I picked up the phone

is to tell you to stop texting me.

Do you understand?

- Tell me you understand. - Hey, I--

Hey, look, it's me, Solomon.

I'm with Balthy here, Balthazar,

and, well, he stopped me from doing a shooting.

I'm doing no more shootings any time.

I don't know who you are

or how much that freak paid you to say this,

but you should know that that freak

likes to make out with people

to videos of school shootings.

Now tell him to stop calling me, stop texting me.

And if he ever approaches me at school, ever again,

I will have my mom get

a fucking restraining order on him.

You tried to make out with her to the Arkansas footage

I sent you?

I didn't even watch that shit.

What's that?

Xanax.

Xanax?

Look. I'm sorry, Balthy. I f--

I know I fucked up.

And you came all-- you came all this way.

I don't have any friends.

What's that?

It's 2C-B.

It's just been in my wallet.

I don't know how long.

Never had anyone to do it with.

If we do that, can we go shooting again?

You know what?

You might be the first person I've met

who's weirder than me.

Solomon and Balthy.

Oh, I think he wants the pistol!

What?

What?

What's so funny, Solomon?

- No! Don't! - Don't fucking laugh at me.

Don't you fucking laugh at me, Solomon!

What message are we sending our children

about their future?

About this country's future?

When every day they're afraid to go to school

because they may not come out alive?

If this isn't the country you recognize,

if this isn't the country you want to recognize,

donate to Hakeem Atkins for Senate.

I got you.

Donate to Hakeem

and fuck my creampie pussy.

I want to lick the shit off your dick

after you donate to Hakeem.

Did you really come up

with all those things she's saying?

Finger me.

Yes.

Finger me.

You remember that picture I sent you

of my dick?

Can't go wrong, right?

Like your dad?

Creampie pussy.

Creampie pussy.

Oh, shit. Oh! Fuck.

Let's go!

Thrush.

Thrush.

Look at this.

My son, the salesman, can't go wrong.

- Right, buddy? - That's right.

Let's go.

* 'Cause I'm running From the law ♪

That's Supes's girl. You remember Supes, right?

Yeah.

What'll you have to drink, Sol? On the old man.

Whatever you're having, Dad.

♪ Gotta see my mind blown ♪

Oh. I'm sorry. This is Balthy.

He's from New York.

Balthy, what kind of name is Balthy, huh?

It's French.

It's a man's name.

You guys, uh, smoke some wacky tobacky

on the way over here, huh? Is that what it is?

Watch it, kid.

Yeah. Come on, Frenchie, come over here. Get you a seat.

Now, look at that, family business.

- Yeah. - I bet that 2500's

burning a hole in your pocket as we speak.

Ah. Yeah, well, I need to pay rent on Grandma's trailer.

No, no.

In this business, you have got to take what you made

and invest it.

That's the only way to make more.

Basic principles of capitalism.

Of America.

- You understand? - Yeah.

No, I don't. I don't understand.

Well, that's okay.

We are inviting you to invest,

inviting you into distribution.

Money that makes money.

- Yeah. Fuck yeah, huh? - Oh.

What's this? What's your deal, man?

He autistic? He looks autistic.

So you get your 25 on what, Monday, right?

Instead, you sign that sales slip over to me right now.

On Wednesday, you get four grand.

Four grand?

I just give you my slip.

I don't have to sell anything?

Shit. You think Supes and me

still bust our hump going door to door to unload this crap?

Hell fucking no.

You got that slip?

No, I left it at home.

Huh.

Hell, you know what?

Why don't he just bring it 'round the conference tomorrow?

How about that?

- There's an idea. - Right?

What do you say, kid?

A sale like this, we have to put you on stage.

Of course, man.

That's Thrush legendary shit right there.

Hey, hey, hey, you know what?

Stage right there. Get up on it.

Give us a taste.

- Right now? - You bet your ass, man.

Yeah, man! Get up on that goddamn stage.

- Show us how it's done. - Come on.

Suffering builds winning.

- Hey, hey, hey! - That's my fucking line.

You used my goddamn line, man?

Can't go wrong with big Beav or little Beav.

Why don't you quit making assumptions, Kate.

- Yeah, Kate. - Check him out for yourself.

Yeah. Why don't you, uh,

why don't you give little Beav a tug?

Why don'tcha-- Do it!

I'm just kidding.

I'm just fucking with you, sweetheart.

I'll do it. Oh, Katy, he ain't--

- Whoa! - Dad!

He's not little at all.

- Hell yeah. - Yeah.

- Okay. - Laughing boy loves it.

Yeah, man. Laughing boy does love it.

So listen.

Four grand could pay a lot of rent

on that cunt's oversized outhouse.

Can you not call her that, please, Dad?

You're right. He's right.

She and I have had our

differences over the years--

...but I get that she means a lot to you.

And, hey, I respect that.

This is a privileged position

we're offering you here, Solly.

- Distribution. - I know.

This is me being a good father to you.

Guiding you, son.

I got you.

It's a grift.

What? What'd you say?

Um, it's a grift.

He's making you care about something

so he can take your money.

Solly, who the fuck is this kid?

- Shut the fuck up. - It's a grifty grifty.

Shut the fuck up, Balthy.

You believe I met this little freak online?

And then he shows up out of nowhere

and starts following me around like a retarded puppy.

Listen, Balthazar,

why don't you go wait outside in the car

and let the real men talk?

Yeah. You tell him, son.

I didn't just show up.

I came here to stop you from shooting up a school.

What'd he say? What'd you say?

I came here to stop him from shooting up a school.

Hey, Balthy. Balthy, shut up!

Shut the fuck up! What school?

- He showed me his plans. - Shut up!

- You said you were gonna do it. - Know what?

- Like in Arkansas City. - What--

What did you just say about Arkansas City?

Okay.

What did you say about Arkansas City?

He sent me videos of kids getting shot.

In Arkansas City?

I told you he had people there.

Fucking fuck off, Beaver.

I said shut the fuck up.

He's joking. He's high.

So you think this is funny, huh?

Is that what you guys both think?

This is fucking funny, huh?

It's death. Real death.

You son of a bitch.

You think this is funny, huh?

Huh?

- What? - Hey, hey!

- Are you planning something? - No! I'm not.

- Are you planning something? - I'm not, I was trolling him.

Oh, so you think this is funny, huh?

Do you know what a. 223 did to my little cousin's face?

Huh? Okay, I'll show you. How about that?

I'll take this fucking dart, huh,

and I'll shove it through your goddamn ear.

- You stupid son of a bitch! - Dad!

I'll shove this dart through your goddamn fucking ear.

- How about that? - Hey, hey!

Break this shit up right now. Take it outside.

Get the fuck out of here.

Go.

Take your loser kid

and you fuck off before I gut him.

- We're about to close. - Get him out!

- Get out of here, Sol. - Go now!

Go.

Now!

Hey! Sol, Sol.

Hold up, hold up.

Hey, listen, man.

Uh...

about that deal, distribution?

You in?

Gotta pay rent.

Dad, me and Grandma are gonna get kicked out.

Oh for Christ's sake, Solomon, are you a man or what?

Are you my son or not?

Now I need the money before you said I'd get it.

Okay.

That's fine.

I get it. I'll get it Wednesday.

You will?

Yeah. Yeah. Right.

I'm sorry, Dad.

You fucking embarrass me like that.

Dad, I can't.

- You-- - I can't.

- Give me that money! - Dad, I can't.

- Give me that money! - No!

Stand up!

Oh, man.

'Course you're going to whine.

Don't be showing up at that conference

begging me to be your daddy.

You make me sick, Solomon.

Where am I sleeping?

On the floor?

Waste of my time.

You're a waste of time, Solomon.

Are you ready for war?

Balthazar.

Aren't you going to tell me where we're going?

The source.

Going to the source.

I get what I want.

You get what you want.

What is this?

Everyone always said I was this thing.

I've tried to be that thing.

I've tried not to be that thing.

But I guess I am what I am.

You just let me get my dad.

And after that, take me out.

Make sure my grandma gets the money from that sale.

It's not even a school. No one's going to care.

You ready to be a hero, Balthazar?

Hey.

Let's go.

Come on, Balthazar.

Balthy, come on.

Solomon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the hell are you doing? You crazy?

Okay.

Please!

Okay. Solly. Hey.

Is this about last night?

I fell off the wagon.

And I will admit that I got a little out of hand.

I am a work in progress, Solomon.

Okay?

Those the guns I got you for your birthday?

You got them to me to hide.

Okay.

You know what? I fucked up.

And I've been fucking up for a long time.

I would like to try to change.

I'm trying to change for us.

Don't do anything you'll regret.

I'm your daddy.

I love you.

Stop!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Balthy, he's my dad.

Balthy, he's my dad!

Put it down!

Balthy...

Could you...

Will you stay just one more night?

Hey, what's the matter, Solly?

You okay?

Hey, Sol?

They have taxis here, don't they?

Balthy.

Please.

Please just be my friend.

Stop.

I can't believe I thought you were a school shooter.

Look at you.

Stop crying. It's disgusting.

You hate me,

don't you? You think I'm pathetic?

Yes, I do. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

You're just a poor, dumb loser.

I'm gonna rip this up if you don't stop crying, Solomon.

No! No.

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Grandma!

What did you do?

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault.

Balthazar.

Balthazar!

This is what you wanted, right?

Here I am.

What the fuck's going on, Solly?

Shut the fuck up, Myron!

shit!

Shut the fuck up.

Hi. You've reached the voicemail of life coach

and personal chief of staff Antony Kelly.

Please leave your name and number

and I'll get back to you ASAP.

And please, always remember,

be kind.

Antony, it's me. Um, I'm in Arlington, Texas.

Will you contact Dad's legal team?

So, he just went crazy?

I just wanted to be his friend.

I came here to stop him from shooting up a school.

He showed me his plans

like in Arkansas City.

♪ Yo, Jimmy was Your average teen ♪

♪ A brainiac whiz ♪

♪ Who invented a machine To catch ghosts ♪

♪ Track them with EVP ♪

♪ And zap them With a subatomic laser beam ♪

♪ One night He was out ghost hunting ♪

♪ But Jimmy accidentally hit The wrong button ♪

♪ He tried to make it stop But it was too late ♪

♪ Jimmy's DNA Had started to mutate ♪

♪ When Jimmy got zapped The ghost did too ♪

♪ They both got trapped And their souls got fused ♪

♪ His eyes turned green And his hair turned blue ♪

♪ But he can do things That a ghost can do ♪

♪ Float through the walls of His high school classroom ♪

♪ Blast other ghosts With his ectoplasm ♪

♪ Jimmy's got powers That no one has ♪

♪ Half ghost, half kid That's Jimmy Phantasm ♪

Balthazar?

Are you sure you're okay, honey?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

I saw you're speaking at the convention tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm trying to get my story out.

Well, I'll be there.

Balthazar, this is our host, Armand Lewis.

Balthazar. Hello.

Uh, I hear you like to go by Balthy.

- Uh, Balthazar, please. - Got it.

Uh, we good to go?

Okay. So they're gonna roll,

and I'm just gonna ask you a few questions.

That sound all right with you?

Mm-hmm. One sec, please.

Okay. In five, four, three...

Balthazar Malone.

Let's get right to it.

Some say you're a hero.

Some say murderer.

Others say you're just another victim

in a hopeless epidemic that only children in America face.

So, in your own words, Balthazar.

How do you see yourself?

It's okay. Take your time.

I mean, there's one test that damn near everybody's got it.

Put your hand up for me like this.

Okay. There you go. Right there.

This and this. Right, Supes?

We...

are fighting...

for our--

♪ Tired of misbehaving ♪

♪ Call those shots Upon those pricks ♪

♪ We're fixing to skin 'em ♪

♪ Every trickster knows ♪

♪ There's an onslaught ♪

♪ And every city's Flooded with cocaine ♪

♪ Fuck a broken backbone ♪

♪ You're wasted On this site ♪

♪ Did you earn To belong here? ♪

♪ This ain't no place For a sightseer ♪

♪ Looking for promotion ♪

♪ Mitigate a problem ♪

♪ Then dump it in the ocean ♪

♪ Nurse onto these grudges For my sake ♪

♪ Here grievances run Within the family ♪

♪ Meddle into interest ♪

♪ Where business You got none ♪

♪ See yourself Deemed a stressor ♪

♪ Every man is Someone's successor ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Beating on an iron door ♪

♪ You're looking Like an animal ♪

♪ Cock the hammer Tuck it in ♪

♪ We keep it close We keep with kin ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ I'ma gonna getcha ♪

♪ The plates From which we eat from ♪

♪ Life in the trenches Of a Ponzi scheme to come ♪

♪ Cutthroat contract ♪

♪ Jackleg wildflower ♪

♪ A nettle In the nursery humdrum ♪

♪ Hellbent chasing paper ♪

♪ Upon a mile of road ♪

♪ Buyer, seller Seller and buyer ♪

♪ How much are you Taking for hire? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Beating on an iron door ♪

♪ You're looking Like an animal ♪

♪ Cock the hammer Tuck it in ♪

♪ We keep it close We keep with kin ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ I'ma gonna getcha ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪

♪ I'ma gonna getcha ♪

♪ Vendetta ♪