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[PARTY MUSIC PLAYING]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

[PARTY MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Hey, there you are.

What are you doing out here?

I just wanted to get some fresh air.

Then why are you smoking?

Uh...

You sure you're not just hiding from me?

Yeah... No, I'm just smoking.

Come back inside.

I... I'll be in, yeah. Just in a minute.

You better.

[PHONE RINGING]

Jesus.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]

ALL: Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

[PEOPLE CHEERING]

GIRLS: One, Two, Three.

TOM: How about you?

Georgetown. For nursing.

Oh, that's great. I hear it's hard though.

Yeah, me too. Rebecca failed out last year.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

You're a lot smarter than Rebecca.

[LAUGHS]

What is this? An empty cup?

Looks like it.

- Let me help you. - I can't drink it straight.

- Hold on. - Wait, wait, wait.

- All right, all right. - That's plenty.

Okay, so let's say

my buddy's dating this girl for a few months,

they break up a while ago.

At any point, can I approach that girl and ask her out?

Who broke up with who?

He broke up with her.

I think that's fine.

Well, who's the girl?

It's just a hypothetical.

- Sorry! - Jeez.

You crack me up. I could stay here all day.

I could do this all day. I could do this all day.

You're a piece of shit.

I'm a piece of shit? I'm a piece of shit?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Yeah, I'm a piece of shit.

I'm shooting first.

My fucking grip.

Aw, that's too bad. But it's good, baby.

Come on. Come on, get out and play.

Aw, Rick. [LAUGHS] Sore loser already.

All right , look,

if you bounce it in it counts as two. You can swat it...

No, no, we don't need...

Look, we know the rules. Let's fucking shoot this.

[LAUGHS]

Okay, buddy, you could barely get that out.

All right, here we go. Aw, man.

Still made it! Get out of here.

Put some beer in that cup too, motherfucker. That was light.

[SCREAMS] Other people have to go.

[MUSIC FADES OFF]

[LOUD KNOCKING]

- [MUSIC FADES IN] - Just a second.

[KNOCKS]

Hold on! Christ.

Thanks for your patience, Katie.

Shut up, Jim.

Alex, I love this, man.

I love your costume, by the way.

I like yours too.

Thank you. Where'd you get yours?

Bring it back! Bring it back!

That's what I do! That's what I do, man!

Seriously, I don't miss. I don't know how. I can't.

Why aren't you wearing a costume?

What?

Why aren't you wearing a costume?

It's not Halloween.

So you'll wear one tomorrow?

Uh... No, probably not.

Come on, guys, group picture.

- No, no. - Come on.

Oh, come on, be in the picture.

Na, not happening.

Fine, you grump.

[SIGHS]

[CHEERING]

Game over. Six, nothing. Six, nothing.

RICK: What was that?

That was professional. That was six in a row.

RICK: We still have another cup.

PETE: No, no, see, what happens is,

you had, you had two cups,

I bounced it in,

that counts as two. You lost.

Fuck that! I don't play by those rules.

House rules. I didn't make 'em, you can't break 'em. Game over.

PETE: Rematch!

[CROWD BOOING]

This isn't third grade, son.

This is pong. You can't repeat it.

Shut the fuck up, Pete!

- Hey, Rick... - Fuck this shit.

Chill the fuck out or I'll chill you the fuck out.

- On the real. - GUEST: Hey, man, I'm next.

You up. Let's go. Hey, I'm gonna take a piss.

Roll another blunt.

Yo, Kessler, whats up, dude?

- Hey. - What's going on?

You're running the bar tonight?

Yeah, looks like it.

Hey, dude, um...

I hate to fucking ask you this but do you've anything on you?

What, like, weed?

Yeah, sure, I've gotta a little bit.

Like pills. That would be nice.

What? No, man. Come on.

Dude, I'll pay you. I don't give a shit.

You know, I don't fuck with that shit, okay?

Um... You don't know anybody I could call?

You don't know anybody who's got anything on?

Dude, what did I tell you? What did I just tell you?

I don't fuck with that shit, okay?

All right, man. I apologize.

I do.

- It's cool. - Yeah?

Well, I'll talk to ya later.

Yo, brother, be careful with that.

It's all good, man. I play.

You mind if I check this out?

Right now?

Is that cool?

Uh, I think the girls have a playlist going, I...

Just... Just hold on, uh...

Let me go check with Steph, see if it's cool and...

Just hold on.

[GUITAR PLAYING]

GUEST: Somebody unplug that fucking thing.

Fucking stop it.

[GIRL SCREAMS] Whoo!

Wow.

I've had five shots.

A beer... No, two beers.

Uh... I smoked some weed. [GIGGLES]

Yeah, I remember my first party.

I've had the biggest crush on you for like...

- Forever. - Yeah?

Ask any of my friends.

Yeah, where are your friends?

GUESTS: [TAUNTING] Oh!

Hey, hey, hey, are you okay? Okay?

You sure? All right. You're going to throw up?

GUEST: Get her outta here.

Okay.

You Good? You okay?

[VOMITING]

Um, Emily isn't doing so hot. She's in the bathroom right now.

Oh, God.

Yeah... Just thought I'd let you know.

- Thanks, Matt. - Yeah.

You make a really great vampire, Tom.

Thanks, Mel.

I like this look you got going here.

German, uh, beer girl kinda thing?

Yeah!

All right. Cool.

Well... Talk to you later.

Hello.

Oh, hey, where'd you run off to?

Got us a couple of drinks.

Oh, that was so nice of you.

Oh, you gotta warn me if you're gonna take a picture.

Let me see that.

- No, take another. - I like it.

Take another.

Let me see it.

Fuck. You gotta delete these.

Why should I delete them?

Because they're gonna end up on the Internet.

Every picture

you've ever taken of yourself is somewhere online.

- That is not true. - Yes, it is.

What, are you afraid to be seen with me?

No! No, no, no. Well, yeah, a little bit.

Ah! You jerk.

You having fun?

Thanks. I like yours.

[LAUGHS]

Like, a bee, and you got a kitty cat over here.

Excuse me for a second.

Oh, where you going?

I'm just gonna check something out.

Oh, okay.

- Mind your own business, girl. - [BOTH LAUGH]

[AS DRACULA] Oh... I want to suck your dick.

I advice take your teeth out first.

You just makin' it gay.

Sorry, man.

So I see you here, sulking in the corner by yourself.

What are you talking about? I'm not sulking.

Yeah, that's exactly what you're doing. You're sulking.

- Yeah, okay. - You're sulking it up.

Let's take some shots.

Nah.

Come on.

Come on, let's do shots. Come on .Come on.

Come on, Matt.

Mathew, let's do shots. Mathew, come on, man.

- Come on, man. - All right. All right.

Just one, okay?

There he is. All right. Let's go.

Hey, hurry up, I gotta pee. Hurry up.

Asshole!

Oh, hey, Big Pete.

Yo!

Hi. Um...

Wha... Um...

Well, um, when did you get here?

BOTH: Endocrinology.

- Do you wanna play pong? - No...

- What is... What is... - No. No.

I've to go to the bathroom.

- Okay, the bathroom. - Yeah.

What is endocrinology?

It's kinda of hard to explain. It's, um...

- It's... It's tough. - Hormones...

You could do research here.

- Uh... Here. - What?

Not here... In the house, but not here.

- But if you could...

Wanted to... - Oh, yeah...

I could if I wanted... I don't understand.

- Do you want to? - No.

No, I don't either 'cause I don't...

- What're we not doing? - What?

I don't know.

To one last horrid year

at Jefferson High.

Cheers.

PETE: Motherfucker!

You're a dead man.

Fuck that, fool.

Come here, motherfucker.

- Hey, chill out, Pete. - Chill, dude!

CHRIS: Whoa! Shit.

Who did this? What the hell!

ABBEY: Rick and Pete.

Jess, I swear to God I didn't do...

Steph!

Shit.

My bad. I'm sorry.

Fucking stupid!

What the hell happened, bro?

Oh, man, fucking nothing, man. Fuck him!

Nothing? Dude, you put him through a fucking table.

Dude, I was talking with fucking Jill,

I think it was going really well.

He fucking comes up,

knocks me over, spills my beer. He's an asshole, man.

Fuck him.

Why'd he do that?

Dude, you know how he is.

He has always got something fucking to say.

- Yeah, dude, I hate that kid. - Fucking, Rick.

Ricky, Pete? Come on, dude, what happened?

Look, man... Na, I got kicked out, man.

Can I get keys to the fucking car?

Fuck you!

[LAUGHS]

- Oh, chill out, man. Come on. - UNCLEAR

You, ass. You... You've to go fucking nuts and everything.

You can't take a joke!

- Chill out, man. Seriously. - All right, Rick, that's enough.

Get your boy. He's drunk, man. Piss off.

Fuck you, man. Fuck this.

- Fuck you. - Get outta here, man.

Fucking loser.

[DOG BARKING]

- Fuck you, man. - Take care of your boy, Dave.

What the fuck?

- Right. - Put that helmet on.

Come on. You're drunk. Don't be an idiot. Come on.

What an idiot.

[DOG CONTINUES BARKING]

Can I please get someone's keys?

Matt's got 'em.

Should he be off driving?

Hey, Dave, get your fucking bull on a leash.

You boys wanna blaze? Huh?

Um...

Yeah.

Ha-ha.

I think we deserve it. Fuck.

Thomas?

Come on, you know that stuff...

I get anxious with it. I don't wanna... I don't...

[TAUNTING LAUGHTER]

[MOCKING TONE] Guys, guys, I don't know,

I'm flipping out, man.

I... Somebody needs to call my mom.

I don't know what's going on.

I think I'm dying. My heart!

[COUGHS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

All right, fuck it, I'll hit it. Jeez.

It's about time.

- Welcome back, bro.

We missed you. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Hey, Pete. - All right.

This is gonna be so good.

Don't canoe this, either?

It only burns on one side, you fucking toad feed.

[ALL COUGHING]

Good roll, my friend.

It's a little tight.

No, it isn't. I'm getting hits.

So sensitive.

Yeah, You're sucking harder than everyone else.

Hey, shh, quiet. Seriously, guys.

Listen.

What?

Did you hear that?

Uh, no.

What am I listening for?

I thought I heard something.

Don't tell me you're stoned already.

Yeah. You really think this is too tight, man?

It's probably the worst joint I've ever smoked.

Fuck off. No it's not.

What's the plan after this?

I'll go talk to Chris.

Explain to him what happened. I can get us back. Yeah.

Did you see what happened?

Chris ain't gonna let Pete back in.

Chris is a bitch. He'll do whatever we ask him.

That's the bitch. He's not getting back in.

Fuck it! I don't care, man.

Well, what else you gonna do tonight?

Look, I don't wanna mess up your night.

If you guys just wanna give me a ride home?

Nah, man, look, we'll just, uh, we'll just do something else.

We'll, uh, go watch a movie.

Aw, jeez.

[MOCKINGLY] "Aw, jeez."

Every weekend you bitch about

how there's nothing going on.

One night a year girls dress like that

and you wanna...

go home and watch a movie?

[MOCKINGLY] "One night a year..."

Come on!

Come on, dude, it's not one night a year

girls dress like this.

Okay? Uh...

Jenna MacKenzie's having a party tomorrow night so...

All right, the one time of the year...

You know what I mean.

So why don't we wanna take advantage of it?

Huh?

- Soak it in? - Wait... No, dude...

- Bask in it, baby!

It's Devil's Night!

Let's go fuck some shit up.

[COUGHS]

- Um, I'm all about it. - Are you kidding me?

Let's at least go ring some

fucking door bells. Why not?

'Cause we're not fourteen years old.

- Better than a movie. - Tom, you in?

I don't know.

- I'm in. Let's go. - No, I'm not.

Jesus Christ!

I got you, dudes.

How's it going, Pete?

Goddamn it, Curtis.

[DOG BARKING]

What the hell are you doing, man? Jesus!

I was sneaking up on you guys.

Dude, how long have you been in those bushes?

Not that long, I was just... What are you guys up to?

We're actually thinking about going tick-tacking!

- Really? - Uh, no, we weren't.

Yeah, we were.

You ever done that before, Curtis?

Yeah, with my cousin and stuff. We've...

Like, are you gonna egg houses...

And stuff... And...

Cars and...

All that kinda stuff?

Yeah... Stuff...

Stuff, man...

Uh... [LAUGHS]

We are gonna have to buy all that shit so...

It's probably not gonna happen.

I've... Wait, I've got all that shit

In my house.

- Great. Go get it. - I could just go get it.

Um... Yeah!

- Go! - No, don't.

Why? Dude, this is perfect.

- Can you give us a minute? - Yeah. Sure.

[MURMURING]

Really, give us a minute.

Uh... Yeah.

Look, man,

let's just get a few houses, okay?

Do you wanna run around with this kid all night?

Kids weird, man.

Weird kid.

How do you know him?

Dude, he goes to our high school.

How stoned are you?

Why are you his best friend?

[LAUGHS]

He sits next to me in Trig. I cheat off him, you know.

- So, Pete, you're in? - Yes.

- What about you guys? - [SIGHS]

Yeah.

What? You said you wanna head back to Chris'

I'm totally ripped. I can't talk anymore.

- Yeah. - [ALL LAUGH]

Come on, man, like this...

Cops are just waiting for this shit tonight.

It's literally the worst night to do this.

Look, man, if you don't wanna come

then don't come.

We'll meet you back at Chris', all right?

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Hey, that pot is good, man. Keep rollin' that shit.

Got it, dudes.

- All right, Wiengartner! - There we go. Good job.

Holy shit.

You got lighter fluid, fireworks in here.

I like this kid.

- What's this for? - To shit in.

Good God. [LAUGHS]

And then we burn 'em.

That's why I brought the lighter fluid.

Wow. Serious, guys? Serious about this shit?

Lighter fluid?

I know what I'm doing.

Yeah.

You do, he doesn't.

Boys...

Let's cause some mayhem.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

I think he's got a dog.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[SCREAMS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

You little shits!

Guys!

Guys, come here.

Come here.

Look at this.

- What is it? - Who is that?

TOM: Is that...

Allie Zeller?

PETE: Yeah, it is.

TOM: Are you sure?

- Yup. - How do you know?

It's her house, man. Trust me.

I'm gonna take a closer look.

Come on, dude.

Shh.

[GIGGLES]

Let's go, guys. Come on.

It's a pair of titties. What's going on?

I think she's gonna take her shirt off.

She just did!

[GIGGLES]

Wow.

Time to go.

[LAUGHS]

[VOMITING]

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

[LAUGHS]

- Oh, gross. - Hey!

- TOM: Too much tonight, bro.

- PETE: [SARCASTIC] Yeah, tonight.

What?

PETE: I said you drank too much tonight.

You, all right?

Yeah. Fuck, yeah.

Just all this running...

Oh.

Are you good?

[ENGINE REVVING]

Hurry up, Curt!

I'm sorry. Dude, I need toilet paper?

- No, sorry. We're fresh out. - Wha...

- I thought we had more. - Yeah, so did I.

Well, it's all gone.

[MUFFLED LAUGHS]

Here, Curtis.

- You big softie. - CURTIS: I knew it.

Oh, no, dude, you hold that.

Now, go put it on the porch, man.

- Me?

- Yeah, go light that shit up. [LAUGHS]

Come on.

All right.

You get 'em, Wiengartner.

You know,

if you would have told me at the beginning of the night

that I'd be hiding behind a bush

watching Curtis Wiengartner

light a bag of his own shit

on fire, I probably would have stayed home.

ALL: Holy shit!

Fuck, man. Put it out!

- Curtis, go. - Put it out, man.

- Why? - I don't think anybody's home.

Come on...

Fuck, guys!

Great work, idiot.

[LAUGHS]

[SCREAMS]

Where's that fuck around?

Aah!

What's going on here?

[STAMMERING]

I'm so sorry, sir. I'm so sorry.

What the hell's the matter with you, Curtis?

I lit the bag on fire.

You're out of your mind.

You could have killed someone, man.

Come on, man. I just did what you guys told me.

I didn't tell you

to dump lighter fluid all over it.

You serious, man?

I think that's enough for tonight.

Wha... What do you guys wanna do now?

You don't get the point.

Seriously, just...

I think it's best if we just get outta here.

Yeah... Whatever.

Come on, Curt.

You know what you're doing, huh?

You know what you're doing?

We almost burned that guy's house down.

We didn't burn anything down, man.

- Yeah, 'cause I put the motherfucker out, man.

Yeah, I didn't see your ass running up there.

- Chill out. - What?

You used to love doing this shit, man.

Yeah, when I was a kid.

Did you think about the old guy

that has to clean the shit off his welcome mat, huh?

Ha-ha-ha. It's so funny.

How about the guy that had to take a pumpkin sized

dent in the side of his car?

Did you think about that?

You're just...

What is this all like fun games to you?

I don't understand.

All right, man. Whatever, man.

Whatever. You know.

You don't wanna do this. You don't wanna do that.

It's like you don't wanna do anything anymore.

Acting just like a little...

Look, forget it, man. It's cool. Forget it.

- Come on, guys? - No. What?

Look, man,

I know what you're going through.

I've been there. It's shit.

But you're not the only one with problems. All right?

Hey. All right! Come on.

What?

Okay.

All right, man. Well...

I'm gonna head back to the party.

TOM: Yeah.

I think we've, uh,

had enough tonight.

Where did all that come from, man?

You're just gonna call him out like that?

Man, I'm just trying to have a good time,

and he's acting like a little punk...

We're all trying to have a good time tonight.

I'm sorry, man. Look,

I'm fucked up, that's all, man.

Shit.

[PHONE RINGING]

I'm gonna take this, guys, I'll catch up with you.

- Yeah? - [SCOFFS] Look at that shit.

What about it?

I'm just begging to be fucked up, man.

Forget it.

I'll be quick.

- Come on. Jim... - [JIM LAUGHS]

TOM: Damn, man, that kid's a loose canon.

I have nothing to say to you.

Nothing to say.

Just don't call me anymore.

- All right. - You good?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Jim, uh... He's having one last adventure,

smashing pumpkin.

Oh, cool. All right. I'm outta here.

TOM: Hold up.

[WOMAN MOANING]

[WOMAN MOANING]

[WOMAN MOANING]

I can still smell it on his breath. It's disgusting.

[LAUGHS]

You can... You can smell his throw-up

on his breath?

Oh, yeah, you were that close to him.

Really? You like it.

[WOMAN GROANING]

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm getting him out.

[SIGHS]

MATT: [HUSHED TONE] Jim. Jim.

Jim.

Whatever, man.

[HUSHED] Jim!

- Hold it. - Fuck.

[HUSHED] Hold it right there.

What the hell are you doing in my yard? Huh?

My dog ran away, my friends were helping me look for him.

Yeah! Bullshit.

You think I'm stupid or something?

It's all right. It's... It's all right.

No, it's not all right.

- You're trespassing. - Okay, listen, listen.

Our friend came through here. We're just looking for our friend.

Passing though your yard, that's it.

That's all we were gonna do.

Nobody came through here.

No one. I've been robbed before.

I didn't catch him yet, but...

It might've been you guys the last time.

ALL: No. No. No.

Just looking for a friend, okay? That's it.

That's it.

- All right? We'll leave.

[CAR APPROACHING]

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Goddammit!

[ALL PANTING]

Holy shit.

Oh, fuck! The freak just pulled a fucking shotgun on us!

- Fuck! - You all right over there?

Yeah... No.

Yeah, that was...

Where's Jim?

I don't know.

WOMAN: How much did he see?

Enough to make him suspicious.

MAN: And the others?

Nothing.

They didn't see anything.

No answer, man.

Just give him a minute.

MAN 2: This whole thing could be fucked.

Go look for them.

MAN 1: They could call the cops.

WOMAN: We've waited too fucking long for this.

MAN 2: You stupid fuck!

Hey, we just got a shotgun pulled on us, man!

Yeah, and we're fine, right?

How do we know Jim is?

What?

How do we know he didn't get hurt

or something, man?

Mother, what should we do?

[PHONE BEEPS]

Is that him?

Matt, what's up, man? What did he say?

- Is it or isn't it? - Yeah, it's him.

There you go.

But it's just...

It's just what? Wha... What's up?

It says, um, "My phone's dying."

- Fucked, you know? - Thanks.

What the fuck?

Whoa. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Look, we know he's safe, right?

How did he just ditch us off

and then his phone dies? It makes no sense.

Maybe he's fucking with us, man.

Hey, I'm not in the mood.

Why... Why is it so difficult to understand?

None of us are, brother.

Jim!

Jim!

Hey, Jim, seriously, man,

if you're hiding, man, come out, man. It's fucked-up.

It's not funny, man. Seriously.

- What the fuck! - Hey, you're, like, uh,

freaking out.

Shh. Come on.

Look, maybe he...

Fuck it, man. Forget it.

Just...

- I don't know. - Just give him a while.

Come on, Jim. What the fuck?

- Shotgun... - Are you kidding me?

Fuck, yeah.

This is bullshit.

If he's fucking hiding,

I swear to God I'm going to kill him.

Maybe he got caught by the cops.

Come on.

Maybe.

I think...

I think that we should go back to the party.

Trying to get back to your nurse?

No, maybe he went back there?

What the fuck are we doing out here?

All right.

Okay, let's go.

I will okay.

Can you get me back in, I mean...

Come on.

Yeah, of course, I can.

Of course, come on.

Jill, she's cool though.

You, uh, like her?

PETE: Who gives a shit?

- You're talking to her.

- I don't... Dude, I don't care, Tom.

Cool.

TOM: Yo,

what are you doing?

Matt?

MATT: You guys got any eggs left?

No, they're with Jim, in the bag.

- Matt! - What are you doing, man?

Yo, there's people in the window, dude.

Matt, what are you doing, man? Are you for real?

Whoa. Whoa. Hold up. Hold up. Come on.

Matt!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

They're not even divorced yet.

If he doesn't want to be a part of his family anymore... Fine.

Fuck him.

He gets what he deserves.

[SIGHS]

TOM: Listen, hold up for a minute,

let me see what I can do.

All right.

Et me back on that pong table, man. That was hot.

- All right. See you soon. - Goodnight.

Tell... Tell Steph I'm... I'm sorry?

I know.

Hey, guys, have you seen Kessler?

Nah, man, I haven't see him.

Hey, Jim Kessler? Have you seen him?

No.

Jim?

Kessler, have you seen him?

- No. - Jim? Have you...

- Chris, have you seen Jim? - Nah. Uh-uh.

Kessler, have you seen him?

Jim... Jim?

Yo, what's up, guys? Have you guys seen Jim?

Hey, what's up, J?

Have you seen... Have you seen him? Jim?

Nah. Nah.

Has anyone seen Jim Kessler?

Come on, open up.

Chris, my man.

How's the night going?

Steph locked herself in the bathroom.

She's going ape shit.

How's your night going?

I sympathize with you, man, hosting's a bitch.

Babe, will you come out, please?

So you haven't seen Jim?

Uh-uh.

Hey, listen, I was talking to Pete,

he's really sorry about what happened.

But it wasn't his fault, Rick started it.

He... He offered to replace the table,

clean up the mess.

Is there any chance you could let him back in?

You know him, you know he wasn't looking for trouble.

STEPH: [SCREAMS] No!

Uh...

Really?

I'm sorry, dude.

People are gonna be leaving soon anyways.

[SIGHS]

All right.

Babe, come on.

What's up, Tom?

[LAUGHS]

'Sup, man, we in?

Oh, fuck 'em.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well, man, it's my fault. Fuck!

I think we should check his house.

Why would he go to his house?

I think he was close to his house.

Maybe his phone charger or...

- I don't know. - I think he got caught.

I really do. I think he got arrested.

That'll be two this year.

[MATT SIGHS] I just want to check anyway.

Fine. Go ahead.

You coming, right?

I'm not gonna go.

I'll stay here. He... He could show up.

- Okay. - [LAUGHS]

What if he comes back?

See you, guys. It was fun.

I had such a bad time.

Hey, Jill.

Hi, Tom!

- How's it going? - Good.

Where're you girls off to?

A couple of us are headed over to Zach's.

Is he having people over?

Uh... Just a few people, nothing big.

- You should come. - Okay.

[CAR APPROACHING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

He sleeps in the basement, right?

PETE: Yeah, he's always down there.

AMBER: Holy shit.

You frickin' scared the crap outta me.

Sorry about that.

- It's okay. - What's up, Amber?

Hey, what's up, guys?

Hey, um... Is Jim here?

Um... No. Why?

Oh, okay, we were just supposed to hang out tonight.

So...

Yeah, I figured he'd be with you.

Yeah, we can't get a hold of him.

His phone's dead.

His phone is always dead.

Does he know he has to

watch Brandon tomorrow?

Uh... I don't know... Probably not.

How's the little guy?

He's good. Thank you.

Well, uh...

No big deal, we're just... If you see him,

can you tell him to call one of us, please?

Yeah, sure.

Well, uh... Thanks, Amber.

That's all we really needed. So sorry to scare ya.

Okay. It's okay.

- Tell the little guy we said hi. - I will.

- Thanks, guys. - All right, goodnight.

- See ya, Amber. - See ya.

No. You call him.

I had so many lunch detentions off her.

She was my favorite teacher.

- Oh, my God, it's just... - Are you joking me?

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Sorry. Hold on.

Yeah?

Hey, Jim show up?

No. He's not at his house?

No.

Fuck.

- Hold on. - Hey, I got to get going.

- Okay. - I'll talk to you later?

Okay.

You're definitely gonna be there?

Yeah.

Okay. See ya.

Yeah? Sorry.

All right. Well, uh...

I guess I'll meet you back at Chris'.

Okay. Cool.

- Another party? - No.

Hey, what's that?

PETE: Let's go.

What the fuck?

[ENGINE CRANKS]

I dunno. Maybe he's at Darryl's house?

Darryl's in Ohio, visiting his brother at school.

Maybe Tom's right.

Maybe the cops got him.

The police would have called his house first.

Yeah, the cops call you when you're underage.

Call him again.

It's still dead.

Run out of ideas.

Jim!

Jim!

Pete.

Come on, man. Nobody's gonna give a fuck.

Come on.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

What's going on, guys?

'Sup, guys?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Dave, come on, man, what the fuck?

[SCREAMS] I said, what the fuck are you doing here, man?

Chill out, dude. Chill out.

- What the fuck's his problem? - Come here. Come here.

Jesus Christ.

Listen, dude. Hey. Hey.

Rick got into an accident and didn't make it.

I'm not kidding.

Shut up!

I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding.

What... When did this... What?

When was this?

I don't know. We just found out.

Are you serious? Rick's dead?

Yes.

We should probably get outta here, man.

Yeah, I think Zack's gonna text me in a bit.

I'm gonna head over there.

Are you serious?

Yes, I am serious.

CHRIS: Hey, if anybody is too drunk to drive,

just give us your keys.

STEPH: Yeah, come on.

Gimme your keys. Your keys!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Thank you.

No one is leaving. Just... Just...

Everyone give me your... Hey, don't...

I'm not giving you my keys. I'm fine.

STEPH: Somebody just died!

I know. I know. I'll be careful

but I'm not giving you my keys though.

STEPH: Fuck.

Are the cops going to come?

I don't know. They probably are, I'm not staying. I'm outta here.

STEPH: No... No... Jesus! Wait. No one else leaves, okay?

Let's get outta here.

Yeah, let's go.

STEPH: Stop!

Stop!

Hey, don't throw that shit in my face. I hardly knew Rick.

And... Jim, you know Jim, he's a fucking flake.

He probably ditched out to go pick up.

I don't know, he's been gone an hour.

What do you... Okay. What do you want us to do?

First off, it's been way more than an hour.

And fucking I just want you to give a shit

that our friend is missing.

I do! I do.

But what do you want me to do about it?

Seriously, what can we do?

I don't know. We could go drive around

and look for him?

Stick our heads out of the window

and scream his name?

Yeah, so he's gonna be roaming around the streets?

I don't know.

Maybe he got picked up by the cops.

Maybe we check a police station or something. I don't know.

Are you insane?

I'm fucked up. I'm not going to any police station.

You've... You've my keys.

You've the car. Go. Use it if you want.

MATT: Holy shit!

The fuck?

Aw... Curtis, man!

PETE: Jeez.

Tom's going to kill him. That little fucking prick.

Why would he do this?

MATT: Man, I mean, I did kinda tear into him.

He did seem kinda pissed.

Yeah, so he does this?

Unbelievable.

I'm gonna fuck his shit.

No, dude. Hold on. Hold on.

Curtis never had the book bag, Jim took it with him.

Jim wouldn't do this, man.

This is shit.

I gotta call Tom.

He's not answering his phone, man.

What the heck?

I can't believe Rick's dead.

If I wouldn't have fought him,

none of this would have happened.

What?

If I wouldn't have punched him,

he wouldn't have got kicked out,

he must still be alive. Jim would be here.

Fuck, man.

Why would you ever think that?

Pete, if he didn't shove you over,

you wouldn't have ever fought him.

But I did, man.

That's my point, I did fight him.

Pete, sometimes, you know, people overreact

People really just do whatever they wanna do.

You can't control that.

Yeah, but I should be able to control how I act.

PETE: Whatever.

If...

If something happened to Jim, I...

I've known him my whole life.

[KEYS RATTLING]

Let's just get the fuck outta here.

[CAR GROANING]

Come on.

What the fuck, dude?

What the fuck is going on?

What a fucking night. Hold up. Hold up.

MATT: Dude, what the fuck is that?

PETE: Some dude in a mask. Is he wearing a mask?

Fuck this night, man.

Let's get outta here. - This is ridiculous.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHING]

Go! Go! Go! Go!

[MUFFLED CRY]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[COUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

[MUFFLED CRIES]

[CHANTING GOTHIC HYMN]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

We join to offer ourselves over to the void.

In temptation we find suffering,

in decadence we find purity.

We become one with the darkness.

We embrace our malice.

To become animal...

Faceless.

Repression breeds contempt,

our suffering, our longing.

We give ourselves leave from the grief

and the pain and the rage.

On this hallowed night, all souls join.

Tonight, we live.

Tonight, I am eternal.

I am the harbinger of death,

and stand in the gateway between two worlds.

[MUFFLED CRIES]

To me, you come, my blind children,

and my prey.

I

am

Mother.

Mine is the scourge.

I am a dark moon of night,

the abyss of water,

hunger in the heart of man.

I am the soul of chaos

who gives life and takes life.

From me all things proceed,

and unto me all things return.

Let my worship

be in the heart of those who rejoices,

for behold,

all acts of pain and hatred

are my rituals.

Wrath!

Strife!

Sedition!

Fill us.

Let us revel.

We give ourselves over.

Fill us.

Fill us!

[MUFFLED CRIES]

[CRIES]

[YELLS]

What the fuck is this?

Fuck, man. Why?

[GRUNTS]

Why? Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

Fuck you, then.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck all of you, fucking maniacs!

You're a fucking...

You

and all your friends

are going to die.

Fuck you! [SOBS]

[SCREAMS]

I drove 1,800 miles

from El Paso, Texas, to be here.

And I would drive it again.

[SOBS] Why?

Because fuck you.

[GROANING]

[GROANING]

PETE: Fuck you!

[MALICIOUS LAUGHTER]

[CUSSING]

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

[GROANING]

Stop. Stop.

[PETE SCREAMING]

I don't wanna fucking die!

[SCREAMING]

[GROANING]

[MUFFLED CRIES]

Help me.

[SCREAMING]

Help me. [SOBS]

[SOBBING]

MAN 1: This is too fucked up.

It's just too fucked up.

MAN 2: I can't let you do this.

- What the fuck are you doing? - This is fucked up.

[CRYING]

Shh. Shh.

MAN 2: I can't let you do this.

Fuck!

[MEN GRUNTING]

[CYNICAL LAUGHTER]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[MATT GRUNTING]

No! No! No! No!

Hello, Detective.

You all right?

It's bad in there. Really bad.

Never seen anything like it.

[SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING]