Original subtitles

[Sound of chirping birds.]

[Sound of footsteps]

[More footsteps.]

[Sound of paint spray can.]

[Sound of painting graffiti.]

[More graffiti spray painting.]

Hey!

[Paint can dropping, running footsteps.]

Get over here!

* [Theme music comes up.]

[Sound of dog barking.]

Shhh!

[More dog barking.]

Shhh!

[Sound of dog whining.]

Assholes.

* [Music fades out.]

[Sound of door closing quietly.]

Where've you been?

Nowhere.

Nowhere?

Went running.

Bullshit.

Am I talking to you?

Hey, come here!

Empty your pockets.

Ma, come on.

Can I go now, Officer?

Check his socks.

Fuck off!

- No one's talking to you. - Hey...

Don't talk to your brother like that.

Hand 'em over.

What'd I tell you about this, hmm?

Go get ready.

I didn't know you could read.

You're the one in summer school, dumbass.

* [Rap music comes up.]

[Sound of heavy breathing.]

[Sound of camera clicking.]

[Bathroom door opening.]

Hey, yo! I'm in here!

Yo, hurry up!

- Are you jacking off in there? - No!

Got some tweezers out here if you're having trouble.

Can I have some privacy, please?

Damn!

Hey look, we leave in five minutes.

I ain't waiting for you.

Hey, yeah...

Don't flush the toilet, alright?

Hey, agh! Damn it!

Fuck!

- Asshole! - Five minutes!

[Sound of cell phone ringing.]

[Sound of car honking.]

Coming!

[Sound of home phone ringing.]

- Mom, the phone! - Jack, come on!

- Who is it? - I don't know.

Can you find out?

Yo, come on, I'm gonna be late!

- Fine, come on! - Jack!

[Sound of door closing.]

[Sound of home phone still ringing.]

[Answering machine picks up.]

[Beeping sound.]

This is Karen, Tom and Jack, please leave a message.

[Beeping sound again.]

Hey Karen, it's Grant.

Hello?

Look, I hate to leave something like this

on your machine, so if you're there

could you please pick up?

Your sister had another incident last night.

She's fine.

I mean they say it's not as bad as last time but

I have to drive upstate to the clinic tomorrow

and I don't have anyone to look after Ben.

I was hoping

that he could come and stay with you guys for

just a couple of days.

I just...

I just really can't keep him with me.

Could you give me a call back as soon as you get this?

[Answering machine clicks off.]

* [Theme music comes up.]

- You're okay for a ride back? - Yeah.

Think you could spot me like five bucks...

Just for lunch,

- I got no cash. - Jeez, Tom.

[Sound of car door closing.]

Thanks, Mom.

Checks in today?

Yeah, should have them on Monday.

Coming in.

Don't let them dick you around!

[Sound of school bell ringing.]

You see compounds that have two of the same,

they're gonna be... What?

Pretty much non-polar, so you can have nitrogen,

What not...

Okay, now polar bond...

Not like an ionic bond that we talked about where

one of the elements gives up an electron to the other one

in order to satisfy that valence ring of "8"...

[Cell phone vibrating.]

They end up sharing still, so they're covalent.

So let's take chlorine, and who remembers, we went over...

chlorine is the most electronegative...

And you need to remember that?

Now what we're gonna do later, not today...

But there's numbers on the periodic table that

actually somebody's gone in and said,

put a number to how electronegative this is...

[Sound of clicking camera.]

[Cell phone beeping.]

[Clicking camera again.]

[Sound of girls laughing and chatting.]

Let's go smoke. See you later.

Bye!

Hey, Robyn!

Hey Robyn!

What's up?

Could I talk to you for a sec?

About?

Just to talk?

No dude, I gotta get home.

But text me.

Alright, cool, well...

You still having that party tomorrow night, right?

Yeah.

Alright, well, I guess I'll see you there then?

Yeah, alright.

Alright, cool.

What makes you think you're invited, Scab?

It's a free house, ain't it?

Yeah, but no tiny dicks allowed.

Shut up, Holly!

What?

We all saw the photo, Tiny Tim!

Whatever.

You've never even seen one before.

Have too.

Your dad's don't count.

Scab's got a tiny dick.

- Scab's got a tiny dick. - That's not my name!

I said that's not my name!

Yo, Scab!

Where the fuck you think you're going?

Hey Shane.

"Hey Shane"?

What are we friends now or something?

Go pick on someone else, dickhead!

Yo, Harriet, shut the fuck up!

This look familiar to you, huh?

No?

That's really funny.

'Cause some asshole came to my dad's house this morning

and tagged my garage.

You know what they wrote?

No.

Fuck off!

- No ideas, huh? - Get the fuck off!

[Sound of spray paint.]

[Sound of coughing.]

[Spray painting ends.]

Next time, it's going in your fucking mouth!

Got me?

[Sound of Jack coughing.]

Cunt!

[Sound of Jack coughing more.]

[More coughing.]

[Sound of Jack vomiting and spitting.]

Hey, Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Leave me alone!

Are you okay?

I'm fine!

You can come wash your face at my house,

- it's just around the corner... - Leave me alone!

Fine!

Be a dick!

* [Theme music comes up.]

[Sound of kicking can.]

[Sound of Jack spitting.]

* [Theme music fades out.]

[Sound of shower water.]

[Sound of violent video game.]

[Sound of door opening and closing.]

Tom back yet?

No.

Anyone call?

Un-Unh.

- Can you turn that down? - Hey Karen, it's Grant.

Hello?

I hate to leave something like this on your machine,

so if you're there, could you please pick up?

- Your sister had another... - Jack, turn that off!

- Ma! - Off!

[Sound of video game ending.]

Ma, I was just about...

No, I'm still here.

Mmm-huh...

No, no, it's fine. Of course we can.

Yeah.

How's he taking it?

Okay, when does he get in?

Tomorrow right?

Okay.

Fine.

Yeah, please, just have her call me when she's...

feeling more herself, okay?

Yeah, have her call me.

Okay.

Bye.

[Sound of hanging up phone.]

Who was that?

Get off!

What is that stuff?

Paint.

Why can't Tom look after him?

Tom's working.

It's just a couple of days, what is your problem?

Nothing.

He's your cousin.

So?

So he's family, look out for him.

Tom's family...

He never looked out for me.

He'd be there if you needed him.

Says you.

[Sound of approaching train whistle.]

This is it.

Don't mention Aunt Sharon.

Not unless he brings it up.

[Sound of car door closing.]

[Sound of car on highway.]

How was the ride?

Had to get up at the crack of dawn, huh?

Grant told me you started taking guitar lessons.

The neighbors might have one if you want to practice.

Sorry your mom went crazy.

[Sound of blow.] Ow!

What the fuck?

He didn't mean that, Ben.

Watch your language.

Why don't you show Ben around the neighborhood?

Don't wanna.

Jack.

Jack, come here.

Listen, I'm doing remote all morning,

so I don't want you boys in the house.

Ma, I don't wanna go out.

Thanks, Ben.

Listen, I don't ask you for a lot of things

so help me out here.

Just look after your cousin this weekend.

And get the last bag.

If you don't wanna go out, fine.

But you stay upstairs or you go out back.

I don't wanna see you downstairs.

[Sound of trunk closing.]

[Sound of Jack tossing ball.]

That's Tom's, don't touch it.

Don't sit there.

Jesus Christ, dude, take your fucking bag off!

Look, I'm not your babysitter, alright?

If you want something to do,

I got some old toys under my bed.

Go on.

Look, I got some rules to set straight while you're here, right?

First,

if we see people I know, you don't talk...

Like, at all.

Like even if they ask you a question,

like "What's your name?", you don't answer.

Second,

I don't want you talking about anything we did

when we were kids, okay?

I guess if you're not talking at all,

it won't be a problem,

but even if you have to talk,

which you shouldn't,

I don't want you talking about that stuff.

Got that?

Yeah.

Do you have a ball for this?

* [Theme music comes up.]

Get ready to duck.

I don't wanna hit you in the face

and you go crying and get me in trouble.

Okay.

If it does hit you in the face though,

just say fell over or some shit.

Okay? While we're playing catch.

Okay.

Oh and if it goes in the neighbor's yard,

you gotta go get it,

'cause if they see me in there again, I'm fucked.

- Okay. - Alright.

Let's see it.

Fuck.

What was that?

Throw it... You gotta throw it proper.

It's like this, you see?

You see that?

I think that's softball.

It's not, it's fucking baseball is what it is.

Throw it like that this time.

You're ready?

[Sound of bat whoshing.]

Fuck!

You're not doing it right, you're puttting a curve on it.

[Another whoosh of bat.]

I think that's like,

six strikes.

Is not!

You're throwing it all over the place.

You're throwing like balls and shit.

I should be walking home by now.

Alright, you know what, smartass, you wanna try?

Alright, let's see yah.

I'll throw just like you did.

Alright, you're ready?

[Sound of bat striking ball, then glass shattering.]

Jack!

[Sound of dog barking.]

That was a good hit.

Thanks.

Play on a team?

Yeah.

Got like uniforms and stuff?

Yeah.

That's cool.

Tom did that for a bit.

He played for school.

He had some ugly-ass uniforms.

I still wanted one.

Sorry about the window.

[Sound of opening garbage bin.]

Sorry about your mom.

You wanna...

talk about it?

Not really.

So what's there to do around here?

Fuck all.

* [Theme music comes up.]

[Boys chattering.]

[More chattering.]

- Ahhh... - Who's your favorite super hero?

I have to say Spiderman.

Guess who my favorite is.

- Superman? - No!

* [More chattering as theme music comes up stronger.]

Oh, did that go in?

It did?

* [Theme music fades out.]

[Sound of Jack making beat noise.]

See it's not that hard.

You just have to make a hard s...

* [Sound of rap music playing.]

Yo, Scab!

- Hey, where you're going? - No where.

Hey, you got a cigarette for me by any chance?

No.

You give them to your boyfriend over here?

It's my cousin, dick!

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

What did you just say?

What did you say?

Nothing, I don't have any more cigarettes.

What did you call him, man?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Huh?

He's the one calling me a fag.

I ain't calling you a fag.

No, no, he said this was your boyfriend.

He didn't call you a faggot, did he?

Did he?

Huh, did he?

Did he?

Get the fuck off of me!

Get the fuck off of me!

Watch how you talk to me, Scab!

Get the fuck off me!

I said watch how you fucking talk to me!

Yo!

Thank you for the ciggy.

Hey.

I didn't know you were a chubby chaser.

Go...

Run along with your little boyfriend.

[Sound of rock striking Shane.]

Fuck!

* [Theme music comes up strong.]

Fucking...!

Get under here!

* [Theme music fades out.]

Shit, man!

Let's go this way.

Come on...!

* [Theme music comes up again.]

[Sound of passing freight train.]

Yo!

See him?

Why'd that kid call you Scab?

Cause he's a dick.

Some kids call me Schizo...

At school.

They're dicks too.

Come on.

Why can't we go home?

He'll send someone to watch out there!

Don't break the fucking window!

Harriet!

Doofus is here!

What do you want?

Can we come up?

You were a real dick to me yesterday.

I was just trying to help, you know that, right?

I'm sorry.

Who's that?

It's my cousin.

- Ew, he's related to you? - What's his name?

Ben.

Can we come in now?

[Pop radio station in background.]

Not cold but, whatever.

Here.

Does he drink?

Don't know.

You ever drink?

...Virgin.

You're gonna stink up my room!

Just light some incense or something.

Give me your lighter then.

What do you keep looking at?

Nothing.

* [Theme music comes up.]

It's okay you can talk now, man.

Truth.

Okay.

Have you seen a girl down there before?

No.

Oh man, I think she's offering.

I'm actually not, fuckhead, but thanks.

Why not? What's wrong with him?

Nothing.

He's a good-looking guy.

So that doesn't mean I wanna fuck him!

Alright! Alright guys.

Jack, it's your turn.

Okay, Harriet, truth or dare?

Dare.

- No, don't do it. - Shhh!

It's her turn.

You can pick on your turn.

What do I have to do?

I dare you to...

flash Ben and me.

- Oh, come on. - Are you serious?

I'm very serious.

What is it with you boys and tits?

Seriously, you know they're just fat.

Like it's not a big deal.

Show us then.

If it's not a big deal.

Okay.

All good.

I don't think Ben saw that.

Did you see that, Ben?

- He must have missed it! - Oh I...

You're a little perv, aren't you?

I fucking knew it, I knew he'd be a little perv.

Come on, shirt up.

Okay, fine.

See?

No big deal.

Everyone get a good look?

Good? Okay, that's enough.

Seven out of ten, I'd say.

Ten.

Definite ten.

- That's generous! - Shut up!

It's my turn.

Jack.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

You're a fucking looser!

You can't do that dare and then pick truth.

It's not the rule, I can do what I want!

- Okay... - Fine, okay.

Do you like Robyn?

- No, do a dare. - Oh why, cause you do?

Just do a dare, alright?

Fine.

I dare you...

to flash us.

No boxers though.

- Full on. - Yeah.

Fuck off!

- No, I'm not doing that. - Yeah!

Come on! Yeah you have to do it!

No, I'm not doing that!

You made me flash!

- Your turn. - That was a fucking dare.

- Come on! - No, give me another one.

- Come on! - Ben won't look.

- You choose between those two! - Come on!

Let's go!

Alright.

But only if Ben does it too.

- What? Come on, Ben. - No way!

You go first, I promise I won't look.

You gotta go.

Come on.

Come on, Ben. You do it and he does it!

Ben! Ben! Ben!

Come on! Let's go!

- Let's go! - Come on!

It's the only way he'll go!

- Come on! Come on! - Go for it!

Woohoo! Ben! Yeah!

[Girls' laughter.]

Go Ben! Woohoo, Ben!

[Girls' laughter.]

Oh my God!

[More laughter.]

- Did he do it? - So insane!

Oh he actually did it, that was great.

- Way to go! - What a guy!

That looks really good to me.

Oh, give me a kiss then!

Oh fuck off, dickhead, it's your turn!

No way! I didn't think he was gonna do it!

He did it so you have to...

So fuck you, I'm not doing it!

- Let's go! - You fucking...

- Come on! - I'm not doing it, alright!

Come on...!

No, I'm not doing it!

You have to do it!

I'm not doing it!

Give me another one!

No, those are your only two shots!

You have to pick between those two.

Which will it be?

I'll give you one.

- Alright, this will be good. - What do you got?

I dare you to kiss Harriet.

What, like, a peck or...?

- Like spitty? - No.

Why?

Cause it's just not...

So you can see my tits but you can't kiss me?

No, I ain't like that.

Bullshit!

Yeah, choose...

Like what's wrong with you, you can't fucking kiss her?

Come on...

It's just a dumbass game.

What the fuck, Scab? Just give her a kiss?

He'd do it if it was Robyn!

No!

Fine, whatever, I'll do it.

No! I don't want you to do it if it's so horrible and shit!

It's not horrible and shit!

What? It's just a fucking kiss!

Haven't you kissed anyone before?

Yeah.

Oh my God, no you haven't!

Yeah, I have! Loads of people!

Yeah, like who?

You wouldn't know them!

Okay...

Fuck off! Don't tell anyone, yeah?

I mean it, don't tell anyone!

None of you!

I won't.

Yeah, for real, I won't.

I don't know anybody.

So...

Do you wanna?

What?

Kiss me!

Alright.

Yo, Harriet!

- Harriet! - Fuck off!

Harriet!

What do you want?

A little bird told me Scab's at your house!

He ain't here, Shane.

Who are you talking to then?

Holly.

Hey Shane!

Holly, you can't say hi to me?

What do you want?

Just you two girls then, huh?

Yeah.

Well, we'll text you if we see him though.

We can't just come up and hang out with you guys?

Shoot the shit? I know you're bored up there!

We're having girls' time right now so...

They're having girls' time.

Is your dad here?

Yeah.

Really? Cause I don't see his car anywhere.

It's in the shop.

Harriet, just let us up.

- No, Beavan. - No?

Run!

[Sound of Shane forcing door.]

You get back here, you little shit!

Jack, ahhh!

Leave him, leave him!

He ain't going far.

Scab!

Scab!

Why don't you come save your little boyfriend, Scab?

What's your name, boyfriend?

Huh?

- What's your name? - Ben.

You're gonna leave little Ben here all alone with us?

You know you're only making this worse, right?

Let him go, man.

Sure!

Yeah, I'll let him go! Just come out here!

He didn't do anything!

No, but you did, Scab!

Look!

You come out now, then I'll let him go.

You wait around though...

Alright!

Guess we're gonna have to take little Benny here back to ours!

Look, when you find your balls,

we'll be at Bev's waiting for you

to come pick him up!

Don't make us wait too long, alright?

Yeah, we're gonna have fun with you, little piggy!

[Sound of boys' laughter.]

He's still running...

Boy, he ditched you fast!

How your boyfriend gonna leave you like that, man?

Look at them titties, boy!

We should milk him!

Look at your white-ass chest!

Hey, hey!

Hold up.

He deserves a fighting chance, right?

Hey, chipmunk...

Wanna play a little game?

Look, look, look, if you win,

then we'll sit here

we'll chill out,

watch some TV until your little boyfriend shows up.

How does that sound?

Answer him!

Hey, I asked you a question!

Do you wanna play a game?

Alright, it's real simple.

I'm gonna count to ten.

If you're still holding that,

by the time I get to ten,

then you win.

But if you drop it before I get to ten...

you loose.

Got it?

Ready?

[Sound of striking lighter.]

[Sound of sizzling fuse.]

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

[Sound of firecracker exploding.]

[Sound of Shane sighing.]

You loose.

[Sound of Shane groaning.]

[Teenagers shouting.]

[Sound of metal echoing.] Owww!

Whooah!

Oh shit...

Why you looking down for?

- Yeah... - Head up!

Head up, son, head up!

Wish your boyfriend was here, huh? Get him!

[Sound of blow.]

That feel good, Benny-boy?

Are you about to cry?

That one is so bad right there.

You're ready?

Winnie?

[Sound of metal echoing.]

You're close!

You're close!

- Alright, one more try. - Yeah!

[Sound of paint gun firing.]

To the right, man!

- Come on, you ain't shit! - I got it.

Yeah, ten bucks, bare chest.

[Sound of paint gun firing.] Oh, yeah!

That's a hit!

Feel bad for you now, bro.

[Sound of Jack slipping.]

What the hell was that?

Hey!

Is that you, Scab?

Yo, Scab!

This thing draws blood at close range!

If you don't want your boyfriend to bleed!

You better come out right now!

SCAB!

Maybe that ain't him, Shane, pass that.

He ain't here.

Better get here soon.

Sorry, your boyfriend ain't coming to save you!

* [Theme music comes up.]

[Sound of paint gun firing.]

Tom!

Tom!

[Sound of TV and men shouting.]

No, he's moving around. Get off the ropes!

Move out of here! Get out of here!

He's going down!

[Men moaning.]

Fuck you! Come on, give me my money!

Come on, man, hurry up!

S'up? I want my money, bro...

Yo! Got my money or what? What's up?

I'm gonna get you next week.

You been saying that a lot lately, man!

Tom?

Jack?

[Sound of car motor.]

Don't tell Mom about the fight.

How much you owe?

Enough.

[Sound of knocking on door.]

Relax, I'm coming.

Yo, man!

Where is he?

He's out back, man!

C'mon man...

Hey, dude, what the fuck!

Shut the fuck up, both of you!

Untie him.

Whose idea was this?

Huh?

You alright?

Whose idea?

Whose fucking idea was this?

Nothing?

Okay.

[Sound of kicking crate.]

[Sounds of smashing TV.]

Any of you come near my little cousin again,

that's your fucking face!

Understand me?

Fucking big shots!

Picking on a twelve-year-old?

Dad's TV...

What was that?

He said it's his dad's TV.

Oh, was that what he said?

[Sound of Shane crashing to ground.]

Don't answer for other people!

You're not even supposed to come near me, Tom!

[Sound of Tom's kick.]

[Shane gasping for air.]

Go ahead and squeal.

I'm sure they'd love to hear about how you

tied up some kid in your backyard.

Ben, you got your stuff?

Let's go.

[Sound of door slamming.]

You okay?

Fuck!

How many times did I tell you to leave Shane alone?

How many times?

- Wasn't my fault, he comes... - Shut up! Shut up!

It's never your fucking fault!

Do you know how much trouble I can get into

for what I just did in there?

Does that even cross your mind?

It doesn't, right, cause the whole fucking world

revolves around you...

You okay?

Wipe yourself off.

When was the last time you did something for somebody else?

* [Theme music comes up slowly.]

[Sound of traffic signal on railroad crossing.]

Tell Mom I'm not gonna be home till late.

Hey, Ben...

Hey, wait up!

Hey!

You okay?

Listen, I'm sorry, okay?

- I'm sorry. - Just leave me alone.

Ben!

- I'm sorry! - Just leave me alone!

You're not my friend!

So don't try to act like it.

Home's the other way!

Hey, don't tell my mom, alright?

[Sound of TV program.]

Ben, your dad called.

I told him you'd call back after dinner.

So you guys had fun today?

Good.

Ben, you're sleeping in Tom's bed tonight.

Okay?

He'll take the couch when he gets in.

[Sound of dishes and water running in sink.]

[Sound of playing video game.]

Hey, Ben, it's two-player...

If you wanna...

[Sound of footsteps on stairway.]

I'm sorry.

I should of let them take me.

You know why people call me Scab?

Tom started it...

When I was little.

My dad...

had this nickname for me.

He used to call me King Jack.

Put me on his shoulders, carry me throughout the house,

saying I was the king of everything.

The couch, the backyard,

everything.

Tom didn't like it.

He used to punch me when Dad wasn't around.

Pick on me at school, too.

He was mad popular, so...

whatever he did, everyone kinda copied.

Said I wasn't a king.

Wasn't even a fucking person.

Just some scab.

I never really had a lot of friends.

Like...

ever.

[Sound of Ben turning off lamp.]

* [Theme music comes up softly.]

* [Theme music grows stronger.]

* [Theme music fades out.]

[Sound of cell phone buzzing.]

[Sound of Jack closing cell phone.]

[Cell phone buzzing again.]

[Sound of soft footsteps.]

[Sound of Ben turning over.]

* [Sound of rap music, partygoers in house.]

* [Rap music gets louder.]

There you are!

I thought you weren't coming!

Yeah, here I am.

I like your house.

Thank you.

Shane isn't here, is he?

I didn't invite him.

Are you okay?

Oh yeah, no I'm great.

How are you doing?

How am I doing?

That's kinda weird to ask at a party.

Come on.

You're too sober.

* [Party music muffled.]

[Sound of Jack coughing.]

Come on! It's not that bad.

Your mom uses that stuff to clean the house?

Fuck you! That's my drink.

I don't share with everyone, you know.

Hey look, I wanted to say I was sorry...

About yesterday.

With the photo.

I didn't mean to show it to the girls, they just...

Whatever.

No, really.

It was shitty.

A little bit.

A little bit?

Yeah, a little bit.

Like a lot of bit?

Yeah, like...

Like a lot of bit.

So...

Apology shot?

No, this is cool.

Take it.

- No, I'm fine. - Take it.

- It's cool, it's fine. - Come on...

Or else I'm gonna feel bad all night.

Alright, fine.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah.

About the photo.

I kinda liked it.

* [Party music comes up strong.]

Don't look at me like that.

What?

I don't like it when boys look at me like that.

Like what?

Close your eyes.

No peeking.

Okay.

Tell me what you want.

Tell me what you want.

This is good.

Yeah?

Yeah.

* [Party music shifts to slower, harder beat.]

Robyn?

Robyn?

Hey, Scab...

Shut up!

Hey! I thought it was just a joke!

Get the fuck out of here, Robyn!

- No! It's my house, Shane! - Get the fuck out of here!

[Sound of door closing.]

Hey, turn the camera off, man.

Turn if off!

You guys wanna go downstairs and make sure she's not

making a fucking scene?

Huh?

Where's your brother now, huh?

He's not here to save you?

Maybe you shouldn't have brought him around today,

you little fucker.

That was a bad idea.

[Sound of bottle hitting Shane's head.]

[Sounds of violent scuffling.]

Help! Help! Help!

Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

Don't move. Or I'll take out your eye.

[Sound of Jack's muffled breathing.]

Works, doesn't it?

Your brother used to say that.

You're gonna remember me, Scab!

Every day, when you wake up and look in that mirror,

you're gonna rememember me.

[Sound of hard blow to Shane's head.]

Come on!

Come on!

Let's go, Jack!

You're fucking dead!

Jack, now!

You're fucking dead, you little shit!

[Sound of Shane coughing.]

- You're fucking dead! - Leave him alone!

Come here!

- Oh Shane! - I said leave him alone!

Get out of my house, assholes!

Yo Shane, we gotta get out of here, man!

I said get out of here, Shane!

Move, Scab.

No.

I said move, Scab.

That's not my name.

[Sound of hard punch, kicks.]

When I tell you to do something,

Scab...

You do it!

You fucking do it!

[Sound of more violent blows.]

What are you looking at, huh?

[Sounds of Jack gasping in pain.]

[Sound of another hard blow.]

Stay down.

Stay!

The fuck!

Down!

[Sounds of more hard blows.]

What are you looking at?

Go home!

Go!

Man, chill!

[More violent blows.]

Chill! That's enough!

Stop! He ain't moving!

[Sound of Jack's painful coughing.]

I said leave him alone.

[Sound of Jack collapsing to the ground.]

[Sound of difficult breathing.]

Wooah!

It's alive!

- Mom! - Yeah?

Back down. Don't move.

When did he get up?

Just now.

Hey! You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You know you scared the sit out of me, right?

Emma came by from the hospital,

she said you have a

cracked rib, maybe a mild concussion.

But it could have been a lot worse.

I'm glad you're okay.

[Sound of knocking at the door.]

Hey, Pete, he just fucking got up.

Sorry.

The sooner I can ask him a couple questions

the sooner I can get out of here.

How you feeling, Jack?

Tired...

Nobody from the party is talking,

so you wanna tell me what happened to you?

Fell off my bike.

Must've fell pretty hard.

I was going pretty fast.

Great.

Well, I'm glad I stuck around for that.

Look, if he changes his mind,

and he wants to press charges...

You know where to find me.

I don't wanna get to know you like I know your brother.

Love you too, Pete!

Go fuck yourself!

[Sound of front door closing.]

You fell off your bike?

Okay.

Look.

You don't wanna tell me what happened last night,

that's fine.

But it's never happening again, you hear me?

I don't know what going on in your head,

but something has got to change.

You could be a good kid if you wanted.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I know.

But you are not leaving this house for the rest of the summer.

Thanks.

For coming back for me.

Don't mention it.

How did we get home?

Some of the older boys took you in their car.

Was it cool?

Yeah.

It was pretty cool.

[Sound of tapping at the window.]

[Sound of tapping again at the window.]

Hey, Doofus...

Hey.

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Been better.

Robyn said she's sorry.

Whatever.

She said you should go visit her when you're feeling better.

I'll pass.

You know you're still a dick, right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Whatever.

What's that?

It's your clothes from the party.

There's no money in the wallet but

that's how I found it.

Honest.

Thanks.

I brought you something too.

I made it.

I thought it'd make you feel better or whatever.

Ben said you'd like it.

* [Theme music comes up gradually.]

[Closing song???]

Captioning: Mistral Artist-New York