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- We knew it was a terrible plan, but...

We were scared.

What made us think we could deal with

something like this by ourselves?

♪ Oh holy night ♪

♪ The stars are brightly shining ♪

♪ It is the night ♪

♪ Of the dear Savior's birth ♪

♪ Long lay the world ♪

♪ In sin and error pining ♪

♪ 'Til he appeared ♪

♪ And the soul felt its worth ♪

- I'm gonna straight empty da' brass

on all these bitches.

- Empty da' brass?

Where do you learn this shit?

- Want some?

- What's in it?

- Jack.

♪ All I do is win win win no matter what ♪

♪ Got money on my mind I can never get enough ♪

♪ Every time I step up in the building ♪

♪ Everybody's hands go up ♪

♪ And they say yeah, and they stay there ♪

♪ Up, down, up, down ♪

♪ All I do is win win win ♪

- Dude, stop rapping.

- Hey, Tyler.

- What?

- Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew.

Dead bitch.

- Did Tyler tell you?

- Tell me what?

- Got the house to ourselves for about five days.

- Nice, where'd the rents go?

- Ah, work trip.

Christmas vacation, whatever.

Something like that.

- You want something?

You got two hundred and eighty two tickets.

- Okay, I'll have the soccer ball then.

- No you won't.

Soccer ball is 300.

Pick something else.

- Come on man, can't you just give them the soccer ball?

He's only 18 short.

- Maybe I should slam that pussy mouth of yours shut.

- Now you got enough for two.

- I wanted the lava lamp.

- You said we were gonna split it.

That guy was being a douche, what was I gonna do?

- How do you know that kid?

- Who?

- The kid who gave us the tickets.

- Oh, we live near each other.

During the summer my dad throws this

neighborhood barbecue thing.

He and his older bro always come with their parents.

- Should I ask him my question?

- Huh?

Snakes or circus music?

- No, don't make us look stupid.

- What?

- Did you tell Tyler we're out here?

- Yeah, he said they're coming.

- Cool.

Hey, here they come.

- You guys getting drunk?

- Come join the party.

Klutz.

- Carlo.

- Night babe, miss you.

- You mind?

- My mom's pulling in, you want a ride home?

- Uh, nah it's okay, I got my bike.

- We could just throw it in the trunk.

- It's cool.

Smooth.

- Hey Tyler.

- What?

- Audrey.

Tight box or what?

Shit.

- Try and fucking talk about Audrey again,

see what happens.

- I'm sorry.

For real.

♪ Strobelight ♪

Let me hit that shit.

Let me hit that shit.

- Guys, guys, guys, guys.

I'm drunk.

- Yeah.

- David, don't be a pussy, man.

- We just popped your cherries!

Drink that shit.

- Oh, I shouldn't be driving.

Look Carlo's mom, no hands.

- No hands, no hands.

- Cops, cops, cops.

Ah, you little bitch.

- You almost spilled it.

You almost spilled it.

♪ Wake up when you're pleasure seeking ♪

♪ Take a break for drinks or eating ♪

♪ Then it's back to meet and greeting ♪

- Hey, your parents are out of town, right?

- Uh huh, why?

- I think we should go huntin'.

- Hunting?

- Yar.

For some reindeer.

- You're insane.

- No I'm not.

- We're not putting holes in the damn roof

with my dad's guns.

- Yo.

Let's drag these reindeer out back.

I wanna shoot shit.

- Yeah, me too.

- Tyler.

- David.

You and Carlo get those things off the roof

and put them out back,

I'll meet you back there in 10.

- It'll be fun, man.

- Yo, you got a key for this thing?

- Uh yeah, check his tool belt.

- Tool belt?

- Yeah.

Bathroom floor usually, I think.

- Damn, bro.

Your mom has big ass titties.

- Why don't you grow up, man?

- Uh, seriously?

Ty, hook me up.

- Scott, I said grab the key.

My dad's gonna kill me man.

- I couldn't find it, shut up.

Damn, that's the truth.

- Yeah it is.

All right, I've got the M16, Scott's got the Uzi.

You guys, you have the pistols.

- We can't shoot the rifles?

- No.

And listen up, cause I'm the only one

who knows anything about this stuff.

- What are you talking about?

I went hunting with Dad.

- Once.

And you didn't shoot anything.

- Bitch.

Okay, so from my memory,

take your left hand, put it on the butt of the rifle.

Right hand next to the trigger.

And then take the butt of the gun

and put it on your right shoulder.

And lean forward when you shoot.

- Why?

- Kickback and stuff.

Also, we only have three headsets.

- So, one of us gets to go deaf.

- It's cool.

I'll listen to my music.

- Eh, a good idea.

- So how are we gonna explain

the reindeer to Mom?

- Watch where you're pointing that thing.

It's live now.

- God, you stupid fuck.

Here, let's do this shit.

- Guys, stop, calm down.

Be careful.

- Fuck this shit up!

- God.

- Oh my God, that was awesome!

That was awesome.

Aw David, come on, that was great, wasn't it?

- That was sick, dude.

That was fucking sick!

- Hey, was that your first time shooting buddy?

- That was it.

- Aw, we popped his cherry, Scott.

- We popped his cherry!

You're such a dickhead.

_ It was great, wasn't it?

- That was sick, dude.

That was fucking sick!

You popped his cherry!

That was so dope!

Come on, I wanna try that shit.

- David.

- Let me try this.

Where the fuck is he going?

- I don't know.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Are you all right?

- Don't look, don't look.

Fuck.

♪ I was stuck in the ground trying to cover my eyes ♪

♪ Trying to move all of this light ♪

♪ Spent all night trying to remember your face ♪

♪ Like trying to get blood from a stone ♪

- Serious.

How the fuck did this happen?

- Because we shot him.

- Who the hell is he again?

- His name is Bradley.

He lives about a mile down the road.

- Do you got anything to eat?

- How could you be hungry?

Shouldn't we call an ambulance or something?

- Not yet.

Let's just think for a second, okay?

- My mom's friend is an orthopedic surgeon.

We should give him a call, for sure.

- He's dead, idiot.

What's an orthopedic surgeon gonna do anyways?

Fix his feet?

- This isn't funny, Scott.

- He's still bloody, didn't you say

you were gonna clean him?

- No, and how was I the one that got chosen to clean him?

All right, it was David's fucking idea.

How the hell did I get elected to do this, huh?

- Dude, chill.

- I mean, shouldn't call someone?

The police maybe, or something.

- Call the police.

- Don't call the police.

- We should call his parents.

- Are you trying to get us arrested?

- I'm with Carlo, we call the cops and turn ourselves in.

- I'm not turning myself in.

- If we turn ourselves in we can tell him it was an accident

and maybe they'll let us off the hook.

- Everyone just stop for a second!

It doesn't matter if it was an accident.

Trust me when I say it doesn't matter.

When I was a freshman, I knew this guy.

He was driving home after a football game, drunk.

And he hit this kid.

And they put him away for a long time.

- This is different.

- Yeah, you're right.

The kid he hit lived.

Get it?

- Not really.

- He means that we'd get fried for this.

- So do we know which one of us shot him?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, we all didn't shoot him right?

Like it had to be one of us...

- Oh, don't start with that shit.

We all did this.

- Shit.

- Wait, how did he get here?

- Why?

- Because, if someone dropped him off like his mom

or something then they would had know he...

Shit!

He rode his bike here.

- Do we have any herb?

- Yeah.

- When did you fuckers start smoking?

- A couple weeks ago?

- Yeah, well.

That shit will kill you.

- Chill dude.

It's just pot, I think we got bigger things to worry about.

- Fine, whatever.

Let's just stay focused, please.

I say we...

We drive all night and bury him somewhere far.

- We can't do that.

I mean, they always find the body.

- Shit's strong.

- Nah dude, it's just swag.

It's weak, it means it's weak.

- Oh.

I feel like such a johnson.

- What the hell are you doing?

- It's hot, I need some air.

That's much better.

- Are you insane?

- What?

- Suppose someone walks by and hears a group of kids

talking about a body,

do you think that might raise some suspicion, dumb ass?

- We live in the middle of nowhere.

Who do you think is gonna hear?

- I'm talking precautions.

- Precautions?

It's a little late for that, don't you think?

- David.

I think we should hear Tyler out.

- Like I have a choice.

- What I'm trying to say is we have to get rid of him.

- No, we can't do that.

- Why not?

- Because they always find the body.

- What the hell is he talking about?

- TV, bro.

Don't you ever watch that cop shit?

Like, they always find the body,

they got the radar and technology shit...

- Is that his phone?

Shit!

Oh, shit.

- Who was that?

- Dude, it was his mom.

Don't those things have like trackers or something?

- No, idiot.

I'm gonna go take a piss.

- It's hot, I'm opening that window.

- Dude.

Tyler just said not to.

- Is he the boss of us or am I missing something?

- Stop being such a fucking problem.

- Am I being a problem?

- He means we just need to chill right now, okay?

- Chill?

Are you on his side?

- I'm not on anybody's side, we just need to chill.

- You want a crack at this?

Carlo?

Scott?

- Drive Carlo home.

- Right now?

- It's two in the morning.

We have school in five hours.

- Oh, shit.

- We just need to get through tomorrow

and we'll take care of the rest on the weekend.

- That's a good idea.

- Someone cover his body up with something, please.

- You do it.

- Carlo.

That's better.

- When'd you become such a douche?

- You cool to drive?

- Yeah, come on.

- David.

Wake up.

I made breakfast.

Audrey riding with us this morning?

- Yes.

Act normal.

- Wait, shouldn't we be going to the police?

- No, we'll talk about it tonight.

- Come on, this is insane.

- I said we'll talk about it tonight.

Coming!

Don't forget to tell Audrey happy birthday.

- You're unreal.

- You forget to eat dinner last night or something?

- Since when was it cool to talk about

a girl's eating habits?

- Eating habits?

- Yeah.

- Just chill with the drama, okay?

I'm still waking up.

- I'll see you in homeroom.

- Where are you going?

- Gotta pick something up.

- What?

- I'll show you when I have them.

I told you to meet me after school off campus.

- I gotta work.

- You got a job?

- Even I could salt fries.

- That's good.

- You proud?

- Sure.

- Say it.

Tell me you're finally proud of me.

- Can I see the flyers?

- Maybe.

- Fine, I'm proud.

- Thanks, babe.

- So...

- Oh.

My boy Anthony hooked us up with those.

So thank him when you see him.

- Thanks.

- Wait.

- Yeah?

No, you can't, no.

Okay, stop.

I got it.

- Got what?

- Tomorrow, I got the place after it closes.

Handing out the flyers today.

- Roller Skate Rave.

- You think it's stupid, don't you?

- Look.

Don't freak out.

- You think it's stupid, it's okay you could say it.

- No, I don't.

I think it's cool.

- Really?

- For sure.

It's just that I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it.

- It's my birthday.

- I know, I know, and I'm gonna try.

I will, I just don't--

- You're such an asshole.

- Don't freak out, please.

I told you I'm busy.

- I'm not freaking out.

- Didn't you just eat breakfast?

- What'd I miss?

- Nothing, we have a sub.

Mrs. Holland didn't leave any work so

she put the TV on.

- It's completely unnecessary, Stacy.

- But why oppose this?

- They're talking about guns?

- Yeah.

- Awesome.

- Always have been, have a gun myself.

What I think we really need to do

is to have a conversation about our culture of violence

in this country.

Does it begin and end with guns?

I don't think so.

You see, owning a gun does not mean you use that gun

to commit a violent crime.

In fact, many statistics show that most people

who own a gun do not commit a violent crime.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I just wish they'd change this damn channel.

- Some would argue that mass shootings--

- Now let me stop you right there.

I think we need to focus on identifying, diagnosing,

and ultimately finding help for people with mental illness.

- So what you're saying is that we should be able to

legally obtain any and all firearms

no matter what the size?

- That's exactly what I'm saying.

Guns don't kill people, people kill people.

Have defended their house successfully against a break in.

- Where do you think you're going?

- What the hell?

- I can't believe you're not coming.

- I told you I can't.

- Just cause Rich helped me with the flyers?

- What?

- Isn't that why you're really upset?

- When did you see Rich?

- Who cares?

- He's your ex, why do you have to see him so much?

- At least he can make my party.

- Whatever.

- What are you doing?

- Inviting more people to the party.

- It's overkill already.

You got your cousin to DJ,

everybody's gonna come regardless.

- I know, but still.

- I'm surprised you want a big thing anyway.

- What do you mean?

- I'm just saying, how many girls are lucky

to have a guy like Tyler?

He probably doesn't want to come to your party

cause he wanted to do something more romantic.

- And you're speaking from experience?

Please girl.

- You really think?

- Yeah, and no offense but...

If you keep acting like you're not interested,

he could lose interest.

- Oh my God.

- I just wanted one last time to party

before life gets busy, you know?

- He's still not answering.

Should I try again?

- Leave Scott alone.

- It's already suspicious.

We're already suspicious.

Why have we waited this long?

- One more hour isn't gonna mean shit.

- What exactly are we gonna say to them again?

- The truth.

We're gonna tell them exactly how it happened.

- Right.

- You do realize they're gonna

figure it out anyway, right?

- I guess.

- And when they do, any credibility we have is lost.

Which is why we're going tonight, get what I mean?

- Yeah, yeah man.

- He's still not calling.

- He'll be here.

- Or not.

What if he panicked and skipped town?

Or turned himself in, that could make it worse

for all of us.

- He was acting a little strange today.

- He was?

- Yeah, just...

Really intense.

- So let's just get it over with.

Come on you guys, we can't wait for him.

- Yeah.

Whatever, let's do this.

- Yeah?

Okay, cool.

I haven't had anything to drink, so I can drive.

- I'm driving.

- Did I ever tell you guys

about the time I first got arrested?

- Uh...

No.

- I was in middle school and with a couple buddies,

we were at the mall.

Anyway, my friend Adam thought it would be funny

if I stole something.

Right, said it would make me "dope with him".

So, like a dumb ass I stole a shirt from Gemstones.

The guard caught me before I was even out of the door.

They took me to Juvie...

And booked me.

It was only supposed to be a couple of hours, right?

But my mom was already out getting bombed that night.

So she didn't come get me 'til the next morning.

And even though it was only one night, it was awful.

I couldn't get any sleep because I was afraid of getting

fucking ass raped or some shit.

- Tyler?

- What if they don't believe our story?

- They will.

- They can believe what they want.

Our fingerprints are on his bike,

his phone is smashed to pieces--

- We'll explain it.

- Would you believe something like that?

- Yes.

- No way.

- They can come up with some story, right?

They can say that we were in a frickin' satanic cult

or something?

I've seen that shit happen before.

- Where?

- Places, dude.

Fucking places.

- TV?

It's bullshit.

- It's not bullshit, actually.

We're gonna wait for Scott before

we do anything else.

- Fuck that, I'm leaving.

- No, sit down.

- Why?

- Whatever we decide, it would be better

if we're on the same page.

- Well then where the hell is Scott?

- Hey man, where are you?

Cool.

He's five away.

- Christ.

- Are you gonna keep it?

- Yeah.

I mean, I love Tyler and everything

so who cares if it's a little early?

- Oh, for sure.

Last year when I thought I had Peter's,

I was kind of digging it.

- I'm gonna tell him after the party.

That's a really good plan.

- Maybe you should tell him in a text massage.

That way he has time to digest it.

Or in person is good too.

- The thing is...

I know I'm in love with him.

Okay, this might sound silly but...

He has this baseball jersey that he

always leaves on his bed.

I love wearing it.

He hates when I put it on,

like it's some holy garment or whatever, but...

I just can't get enough of it.

I think it's cause I just...

Love the smell of him.

I think I'm gonna go over.

Things ended badly for us today and

I just feel like I gotta see him.

- Do you want us to go with you?

- Not tonight.

- Today sucked.

- You should be a fucking philosopher, Scott.

- I'm getting sick of him.

What do you guys want to listen to?

- Anything.

- Okay.

So, I looked some shit up today online...

You know how many kids they sentenced to death?

- How many?

- Enough to scare the fuck out of me.

Hey is this okay?

Is this good?

- I'm sorry, what were you saying?

- Okay, like...

I didn't know that they can kill kids.

But guys, they can.

Can I hit that?

- Yeah.

- That shit's dank.

- Yeah.

- Where were you tonight?

- Okay.

So I came up with an idea.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, and it's a good one.

So wait to say anything until I'm finished.

Okay.

What if we recorded ourselves...

Like on a computer.

- What?

- Wait until I finish, David.

Okay, three of us confess.

Right?

Leaving one of us out,

saying that he wasn't there.

And then we take these four flash drives,

and...

We stash them away somewhere.

- I'm confused.

- Okay, listen, so.

We take the four different flash drives,

and we stash them away,

and then we get the guns.

When do your parents come back, by the way?

- Couple days.

- Okay.

Okay.

So we take the guns and we split up.

And then we kill each other until

there's only one man standing.

Okay.

There's four different videos, right?

Now on each one, one of us is cleared by the others.

So, whoever is the last one alive

destroys the other three flash drives,

takes the one where he's innocent to the police,

and not only does he get to live

but he gets away with it.

Okay, now you guys can speak.

- You're a dumb ass.

- Yeah, I don't know man.

- That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

Ever.

- Okay, David, well maybe you'd rather get treated

with a little lethal injection.

- Well I think this new idea of yours

is completely outrageous and unrealistic.

- Nothing is realistic anymore, David.

We're fucked.

- And what, playing some suburban version

of Assassin's Creed is your plan?

- Well David, when you put it like that it sounds dumb.

- Well, how would you put it Scott?

- Dude.

I'm just trying to fix this.

Or at least try.

I mean I was looking that shit online, dude.

Like I even looked up shit about people

that cops wasted just because they were in

the wrong place at the wrong fucking time.

If you look guilty, you're guilty.

- You looked shit up.

That's like going online when you're a little sick

and some website tells you that based on your symptoms

you have cancer when all you really have is the flu.

- Carlo, do we have anymore pot?

- My body just crashed into the wall.

- Can I please hit that?

- Fuck.

What the hell was that?

- Chill, okay?

- Oh shit.

- Tyler.

Tyler!

Seriously?

I know you're here.

You're still mad at me?

- I don't have time for this right now.

- What?

- Hey, what do you think you're doing?

- Looking for David, have you seen him?

- Why do you need to talk to him?

- I need advice on music for the party.

David?

- Hey, you can't see David.

- Why not?

- He's...

He's in his room with a chick from school.

He'd just be embarrassed if he knew

anyone else was here right now.

- That's adorable.

- Yeah, whatever.

- You sure I can't stay?

- Yeah, you gotta go.

- Don't come tomorrow if you're still

acting like an ass.

- Yes, but one of us lives!

- So we just go at each other like hit men?

- What the fuck are you not getting about this?

- This plan!

And Tyler, this is stupid.

It really is.

- This is seriously the best thing

that we can do right now.

- You have no clue what you're talking about!

- And you do!

Suddenly, you're the fucking expert

on what to do when you kill a child.

- No, but apparently you are now!

Important announcement.

Vegas police say a 12 year old boy

who went missing last night still hasn't returned home.

Bradley Holt was reported missing this morning.

His parents are urging anyone with information

about his whereabouts to contact

the Las Vegas Police Department immediately.

- Holy shit dude.

Oh we're fucked.

- Relax, relax, we knew this shit was gonna happen.

- But now it's real!

Now it's fucking real!

Hey I gotta go, I gotta get out of here.

- Hey, no one's going anywhere.

- Carlo, let's just take a breather.

- Hey you stay away from me!

- Carlo calm down, hey Carlo!

- I can't do this!

- What the hell man?

- I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to die like this!

I agree.

Agree with him.

It makes sense.

Fuck.

I can't believe I just did that.

I can't believe this is actually happening.

I'm in.

Fuck.

- Would somebody turn that fucking thing off already!

- David.

It's our only option.

- You're really gonna kill your own brother?

- I'd kill myself before I'd let that happen, okay?

But, you gotta realize no matter what happens,

our lives are over.

- I'm spent.

- What does that mean?

- It means fine.

Maybe you guys are right.

Maybe I'm just in over my head.

- This will probably be good.

Carlo, grab that, yeah.

Bring it around here.

- Sorry.

That should be ready to go.

- We killed Bradley.

And now, I mean, as you're watching this tape,

by now we've killed ourselves.

- Yeah, you make a mistake like this

and it changes the rest of your life.

- Dude.

What life?

Shit's over.

- I had never even met him before.

- I knew him.

We were neighbors.

I mostly remember him just running around his pool

trying to get away from his little sister.

- No.

He put us in this situation by just showing up.

- Not on purpose though.

- It makes me so fucking mad.

Honestly, I'd kill him again if I had the chance.

- Dude.

- I'm just saying.

- We didn't even know he was coming over.

Who's gonna believe that, right?

- Yeah.

- I want his parents to know what happened.

I want them to know that we didn't mean it.

- Of course we didn't mean it.

But people are gonna believe what they want

which is why we're forced to do this.

- David though.

That little shit is so fucking lucky.

He goes to his room to make music right?

To mix music?

He didn't even hear the gunshots go off

because the music in his phones is so fucking loud.

And we didn't even tell until the next day.

- Tyler didn't have anything to do with it.

He said we were acting like a bunch of tools

and went off to get some more beer.

- And Carlo was with us at the arcade

but he left to go home before we ever shot the guns.

He had homework or something.

- And even though Scott was with us earlier that night,

he wasn't there when it actually happened.

He got too drunk and had to bounce.

It was just the three of us.

- But David wasn't there.

- Tyler wasn't even there.

- Carlo was never there.

- Scott wasn't there.

Drives are good?

- Yeah.

Now what?

- We stash 'em.

- Where?

- Baby Jesus.

In his basket.

- What?

- No way.

That's blasphemous.

Put him under the camel.

- Dude, what we did.

That shit's blasphemous.

- You're such an asshole.

- I'm just saying.

- Guys, shut up.

It's going under the basket.

It's a good idea.

- You're right though.

About what we did.

It is blasphemous.

Unforgivable, even.

Even if our plan does work, there's no escaping that.

Ever.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Let's go.

- Can I get a ride home?

- I think it was a mistake to cover him up like that.

- What?

- Bradley.

It just seems wrong to suffocate him under that tarp.

- Suffocate him.

I'm going to bed.

- I couldn't sleep.

- I feel like my head's gonna explode.

- Hungover?

- Is that your gun?

- Yeah.

You might as well take it though.

Two's better than one, right?

- I'm not taking it.

- I'm not shooting anyone.

Not my brother.

Not my best friends.

Besides...

I'm pretty sure the odds of us living are better

if we don't gun each other down.

- Right.

We killed him.

We actually fucking killed him.

- Let's just call Scott and Carlo and tell them

that we're calling this off and turning ourselves in.

- What were we thinking last night?

Okay, I'll call them right now.

- Is everything all right?

- I don't know.

You wanna go get some breakfast?

- Yeah.

- Yes!

Wanna run inside first and change or something?

I'll wait in the car.

- And listen to that stupid bitch lecture me

about not coming home last night?

Fuck no.

- Is that Gail?

- It's Pam now.

Let's go eat.

- Okay.

- Just get what you want man, I got it.

- You serious?

- Totally.

- What can I get for you boys?

- Um.

I'll have the pancake egg thing.

The coke.

- Okay.

- And does that come with hash browns?

- No, that's extra.

- Is that cool?

- Yeah man, get what you want.

- Okay, yeah.

Hash browns.

- Okay.

- And I'll take the egg white omelette

with spinach and mushrooms.

Thanks.

- All right.

- It's Tyler again.

- Did he leave a voicemail?

- No, a text.

He said we all need to meet up.

I just don't understand why he's not texting you.

- Well, I have no battery, so.

- I don't know Carlo, dude.

That's pretty fucking sketchy.

Like why would he need to see us?

- Maybe he changed the plan.

- Maybe.

Carlo.

Man, I just might be paranoid but...

Last night we all agreed that this is

the only way out, right?

- Yeah.

- Okay, well.

Tyler wouldn't just change his mind.

Okay, he's too fucking controlling.

- Okay, so...

What?

- It's a trick.

We go and see him, thinking he's changed his mind,

but he hasn't.

He just wants to get us when we least expect it.

- Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Yeah, I think you're right.

- I know I'm right.

Holy shit bro, he's gonna kill us.

- He's not answering.

- And Carlo's is off?

- Yeah.

- Well, we have no choice then.

We have to find them and tell them that this thing is off.

I don't want it.

- Fine, but I'm keeping mine on me until

this is all cleared up.

- Fine.

And what about the confessions?

We should get rid of them, right?

- Don't worry about that right now,

we need to find Scott and Carlo first.

- All right.

- I'm sure they're just at Scott's or something.

- Okay.

♪ Should old acquaintance ♪

♪ Be forgot ♪

♪ And never brought to mind ♪

♪ Should old acquaintance ♪

♪ Be forgot ♪

♪ And days of Auld Lang Syne ♪

♪ For Auld ♪

♪ Lang Syne ♪

♪ My dear ♪

♪ For Auld ♪

♪ Lang Syne ♪

♪ We'll take a cup of ♪

♪ Kindness yet ♪

♪ For days of Auld Lang Syne ♪

♪ We'll take a cup of ♪

♪ Kindness yet ♪

♪ For days of Auld Lang Syne ♪

- Oh.

You know what word I hate?

Stinky.

Like...

That's stinky.

Or, you're stinky...

- Stinky.

- You know what I mean.

- Stinky.

- What's funny?

- Nothing, Mom.

- Is that my bottle?

- You want some?

- Okay.

21?

- You down?

Let's play.

- You know what they call a card dispenser

in a casino?

- What?

- A Shoe.

Isn't that funny?

I like to feel them though, the cards.

More personal.

- Shit.

- I think he bust.

- Fuck.

- I'll stay.

- Flip 'em honey.

- Push.

- Push.

Sometimes it's good not to be personal, though.

You get me?

With the folks, they deal too.

Sometimes I feel like the Grim Reaper.

Ruining all those lives, those men.

Betting money they don't have or hope to have

or never had.

And I just sit there smiling at them.

Made me stop going to church.

- I didn't know that.

- Why?

- It's too many sins.

I mean...

Gambling is a sin, fine.

But...

What I do...

Shit, it's like...

Driving a cab straight off a cliff

cause the guy in the back said he'd pay the fare.

And I don't care what anyone says,

some sins are downright...

Unforgivable.

- I need to take a nap.

- You don't wanna play another hand?

- No, I think we're gone.

- Okay.

Suit yourself.

I'll be in the kitchen.

- Hi, it's Leslie from down the road.

Do you remember me?

Bradley's mom?

- Yeah, I know who you are.

- Have you seen Bradley?

He didn't come home the other night.

- I don't know, where would I have seen him?

- On his bike?

I don't know, he's a good kid, Bradley.

He always checks in.

He has a cell phone but it isn't even on.

- Okay, okay, please.

I have to go.

- You seen him, haven't you?

- I haven't seen him, please leave me alone.

- Please, don't.

- I haven't seen him, please leave me alone!

- No, please tell me where he is!

- Hey.

- Hey, where are you?

- I'm home.

- What are you doing at home?

- I had to lay down.

Honestly, I'm kind of freaking out.

- Well, were they there?

- What?

- Were they at Carlo's?

- Oh, I didn't check.

I'm really not feeling well, Tyler.

- Damn it, David!

- You guys off the same time I am?

- Yeah.

We're going to Audrey's party, right?

- We got uninvited.

I think we should go anyway.

- What were you thinking?

- Let's meet that cock Audrey's dating.

- Wait!

Don't answer it.

They're after us.

- Who?

- Don't answer the door.

Carlo, Carlo, get the fuck up.

Shit.

- Hi, Tyler.

- Hi, is Carlo here?

- Um, no honey, sorry.

They left a while ago.

- They.

Was he with Scott?

- What, he's always with one of you.

- They didn't say where they went, did they?

- Sorry honey, no.

- But isn't that Scott's car right there?

- I'm gonna tell them you came by, okay?

- I need to use the bathroom.

- Tyler, sorry.

- My mom would let Carlo use the bathroom if he had to.

- Okay honey, just be quick.

- Shit.

Shit!

Fuck!

- And why do you think they'll be at this party?

- Because they probably think we'll be here.

Damn it!

- What?

- I left Audrey's gift in my room.

- What?

- I was gonna give her my jersey,

she likes to wear it all the time for some reason.

- Come on.

- David, get inside.

- No way.

- David, go, now.

Just go home.

- We have the right to be here too.

- Oh no you don't.

- You don't tell me what to do.

I don't buy it.

You're a pussy.

- Shut up, Rich.

- Seriously man.

- You're a stupid...

Pussy shit!

- What's up?

What is this?

- It's a track I mixed.

- I don't want it.

- Here.

Play it when you get a second.

- Okay, what's the track under?

- It's in playlist, it's called "Bday Mix".

- Okay, cool.

- David.

- Hey.

- It's Peter.

I played baseball with Tyler last year.

- Oh hey, what's up?

- Have you seen Amanda?

She invited me.

- I haven't seen her, no.

- Yo, I came down from college for this one.

- Cool.

- Not if I don't get some.

- Right, yeah.

- At least they got a decent supply.

- What?

- Of alcohol.

Yeah, I just ran into Scott and Carlo,

they're more messed up than me.

- You saw them?

- Oh I mean, more messed up than I.

That's some college shit right there.

- What, you saw them?

- It's taken.

- Scott, Carlo?

Yeah, I got a girl

with a mouthful in here.

- Of course she's being all nice to me tonight

because she knows we're best friends.

I mean, I feel like it's my birthday too almost.

You know what I mean, Audrey?

- Uh huh.

Have you seen Tyler yet?

You see him?

- Hey there, Peter!

- Carlo.

Carlo!

- Dude.

- Carlo.

Carlo.

We've been looking everywhere for you, where's Scott?

Where is he?

- What the fuck man, fuck you.

- Carlo!

Shit!

- Tyler!

- Hey babe.

Happy Birthday.

- I've been waiting for you to show up.

This is crazy, right?

- Yeah, nuts.

- Why do you seem weird again?

- I'm not, I'm not, I'm sorry.

- I wanna dance.

Come on.

- Fuck.

Take this shit!

- No, no way!

- Take it, take it!

- Shit!

Shit, I'm so sorry.

- Get the fucking car dude, fuck!

The keys, get the fucking keys.

I can't walk you fuck!

- Oh okay, I got it, I got it, fuck!

- You're such a fucking idiot!

You stupid fuck!

Ow!

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ah.

Please, please.

Make it stop.

- You bleeding?

I gotta get something, okay?

- You shot me!

- I gotta find something to

wrap the wound, okay?

Do you have anything?

- I don't fucking know!

Please.

Ah, fuck!

Fuck!

- I'm sorry!

Come on, we gotta go.

- Ow, fuck!

Are you kidding?

Are you fucking kidding!

- Why the hell did you shoot Tyler?

- He had his gun on him.

- I don't know, man.

I'm fucking freaking out, all right?

- Where are we going?

- I don't know, Mexico?

- You don't even know where Mexico is--

- Well, I'll find it!

Fuck!

- Your brother thinks he's real tough.

- Hey, you...

Are you doing okay?

- Yeah.

- Can I...

Can I tell you something?

- Yeah.

- You know Cindy Esposito?

- Yeah.

- I really like her.

- I know.

- I...

Really...

Really like her.

On Tuesday we were talking, right?

She told me I was shy.

Why would she tell me that?

- Don't know.

- I mean, you only tell someone they're shy

if you want them to open up about something.

You know...

Maybe she wanted me to ask her out.

But I didn't say anything, right?

I just kind of laughed.

I was playing hard to get, right?

Maybe I wasn't playing hard to get.

Maybe I was just being shy.

Using it as an excuse.

- It's an excuse.

- Yeah, probably.

- Carlo.

I have to stop talking.

- Yeah.

I'll just turn the radio on.

♪ Runaway roller coaster ♪

♪ Close my eyes, 'til it's over ♪

♪ I regret, I had it coming ♪

♪ Before love was war ♪

- We fucking killed him, what the fuck!

- Carlo.

Carlo, get some water!

- Who the fuck is that?

Aw shit.

Ah shit.

What the fuck!

If you look guilty, you're guilty.

- Yeah, you're right.

We killed him.

- I don't wanna die like this!

I'm in.

- I'm not shooting anyone.

Not my brother.

And not my best friends.

- Hey man.

Scott?

Scott?

Hey man.

I'm at a gas station bro, what should I get?

- Gas.

- Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

But like do you want a beer or something?

You know I got my fake on me, I can get you one.

- Sure.

- Yeah cool, okay.

I'll get you one.

- Get a map.

- Get a map?

- Mexico, baby.

- Mexico.

Yeah, right on brother.

Mexico.

- Carlo?

Carlo.

Turn the heat on, I'm freezing.

- Yeah, for sure.

Of course.

See you in a minute.

- 911, what's your emergency?

- Hello.

My name is David Workman.

I'm calling to turn myself in about the missing kid,

Bradley Holt.

- Jeez, do you believe this shit?

- Huh?

- They're raising the gas prices.

- That sucks, bro.

- You're damn right it sucks,

how do they expect me to make any money?

Piece of shit, tyranny.

Assholes.

Hey.

Don't even think about buying alcohol.

- David.

- Vicki.

- David, what happened?

- Vicki.

Nothing.

- Where's Carlo?

I'm worried about Carlo.

Pray with me.

Pray with me.

- God, please forgive me.

- David.

David, what's going on?

♪ Oh holy night ♪

♪ The stars are brightly shining ♪

♪ It is the night ♪

♪ Of the dear Savior's birth ♪

- David Workman!

- That's all?

- Yeah.

Oh, and a map too.

- Which map?

- How do I get to Mexico from here?

♪ 'Til He appears ♪

♪ And the soul felt its worth ♪

- Take your hands out of your pockets.

Out of your pockets, now!

♪ A thrill of hope ♪

♪ The weary soul rejoices ♪

♪ For yonder breaks ♪

♪ A new and glorious morn ♪

- Shit!

♪ Fall ♪

♪ On your knees ♪

♪ Oh hear ♪

- Remove those hands!

Remove them, now!

- Move in!

Come out of the car, kid!

♪ Oh night ♪

♪ Divine ♪

Out of the car, now!

Show me your hands!

Show me them.

Remove those hands, right now!

♪ A thrill of hope ♪

♪ The weary soul rejoices ♪

♪ For yonder breaks ♪

♪ A new and glorious morn ♪

♪ Fall ♪

♪ On your knees ♪

♪ Oh hear ♪

♪ The angel voices ♪

♪ Oh night ♪

♪ Divine ♪

♪ Oh night ♪

♪ When Christ was born ♪

♪ Oh night ♪

♪ Divine ♪

♪ Oh night ♪

♪ Oh night divine ♪