Original subtitles

DON'T GO,

NOT YET.

I MEAN, I GOTTA GO TOMORROW

OR, LIKE, TODAY.

BUT I JUST KEEP THINKING, "WHAT IF THIS IS IT?

WHAT IF THIS IS ALL WE GET?"

[ tower bells ringing ]

♪ LET'S DO THIS RIGHT

♪ A MOMENT OF PEACE

♪ MAKES WAY THROUGH THE WIND ♪

♪ LANDS AT YOUR FEET ♪

♪ I'LL DO RIGHT

♪ THIS WORLD WILL SEE

♪ HOW LONG I MUST WAIT?

♪ IT'S A FATE TO FIND

♪ YOU BESIDE ME

♪ BE PROUD AND FLEE

♪ DON'T YOU WANT TO STAY?

♪ I'LL THINK TWICE

♪ DON'T YOU WANT TO STAY?

♪ IF ONCE AIN'T ENOUGH ♪

♪ SO MUCH LIKE YOU

♪ TRY MOVING FAST

♪ WE WON'T GIVE UP

♪ GONE AWAY

♪ BE THAT AS IT MAY

♪ 'CAUSE, OH, I FEAR YOU

♪ MY DARKNESS

♪ OH, I FEAR YOU

- ♪ MY DARKNESS... - [ cell phone ringing ]

[ male voice] You have one unheard message.

Woman: Hi, Rebecca. This is Sheila Vronovsky,

head of the Department of Comparative Literature.

Well, you know who I am.

So anyway, I'd like to speak to you as soon as possible.

I understand that you have enjoyed

being Professor Turner's teaching assistant.

And I've spoken to members of the Europe committee

who are quite enthusiastic about your promising work,

but some information has come to light

that I think we need to address.

So, in short, I think you and I

should reconsider your plans for your dissertation

and, well... [ chuckles ]

frankly your future in the department,

considering that you can't seem to control yourself

around someone else's husband.

Again, please call me as soon as possible.

[ birds chirping ]

[ distant children playing ]

[ can lid pops ]

[ distant dog barking ]

[ breathes deeply ]

[ burps ]

[ jet passes overhead ]

[ phone line ringing ]

[ panting ]

Man: You have reached the offices of Professor David Turner.

Please leave a message after the tone.

- [ answering machine beeps ] - Becky: HI, DAVID.

FUCK!

Becky: IT'S ME.

I JUST GOT A REALLY DISTURBING PHONE CALL FROM YOUR WIFE,

AND I CAN'T FIND

MY BACKUP DISK

OR MY KEY TO YOUR OFFICE,

WHICH IS WHERE MY COMPUTER IS.

I NEED YOU TO CALL ME BACK

RIGHT NOW.

[ light switch clicks ]

[ car horn honks ]

- Woman: WAIT, THE OTHER GUY? - Man: NO, NO, NO, THE FIRST GUY.

AND THEN BRENT WAS LIKE, "WHATEVER, I'LL FIGHT EITHER ONE OF YOU."

BUT THEN THEY WERE LIKE, "WHAT ABOUT BOTH?"

BRENT WAS LIKE, "WHATEVER."

AND THEN HE LIKE-- HE DROPPED HIS BEER BOTTLE AND HE WAS LIKE-- BANG!

DOUBLE-PUNCHED THEM, HIT THEM BOTH IN THE FACE.

- Woman: DUDE, NO WAY. - Man: YEAH. YEAH, TOTALLY.

DO YOU REMEMBER THAT, BECKY?

REMEMBER WHEN BRENT BEAT UP THOSE TWO GUYS AT THE STATE FAIR?

ASS-KICK ON A STICK.

[ muffled rock music playing ]

BRENT, I SWEAR, FUCKING PUT ME DOWN.

A DIFFERENT TACTIC.

HONESTLY, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN.

PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN, BRENT.

YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M SICK OF IT.

HEY. HEY.

HEY, WHAT'S UP?

YOU WANT TO TRY PICKING MEUP?

WHAT'S HE SAYING TO ME?

- [ men grunting, punching ] - Becky: WHAT THE FUCK?

Becky: HEY, BRENT, STOP.

[ glass shattering ]

HEY.

HEY, WHAT'S UP?

IT'S CASPER. AM I WAKING YOU UP?

YEAH. NO, I'M HERE.

I AM IN MINNEAPOLIS

FOR THE FUNERAL.

NO.

THANKS.

YEAH, THANKS, MAN.

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, RIGHT?

[ both yell ]

[ cell phone rings ]

WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?

OH, YEAH? WHICH ONE?

NO, I DON'T LIKE THAT TIME TRAVEL SHIT.

NO, I LIKE THOSE ONES WHERE THERE'S, LIKE, SOMETHING TO DO

OR, LIKE, THEY HAVE TO FIGURE SOME SHIT OUT,

LIKE DATA OR SOMETHING

OR LIKE THE ONES WHERE WORF GETS ALL GANGSTER.

HEY, GUESS WHO I RAN INTO TONIGHT.

NO, BECKY FINE.

YEAH, WITH THE BUCKSKIN JACKET WITH THE FRINGE.

BUT IT'S LIKE I COULDN'T EVEN TELL IF IT WAS HER,

'CAUSE SHE WAS WITH A COUPLE REAL DIPSHITS.

HEY, LET ME CALL YOU BACK LATER

OR TOMORROW OR WHATEVER.

WHAT?

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE SOME HELP.

NO.

NO. NO, I'M NOT--

I-- I WASN'T OUT HERE WAITING FOR YOU.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.

I JUST MEANT, "ARE YOU OKAY?"

YEAH, I'M FINE. WHY?

UH...

OH.

YEAH, I'M OKAY. I'VE BEEN THROUGH WORSE.

REALLY? KIND OF LOOKED LIKE

YOU GOT YOUR ASS KICKED IN THERE.

LIKE, YEAH, I GOT MY ASS KICKED.

AWESOME. THANKS FOR KEEPING SCORE.

I APPRECIATE IT.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I WAS DOING.

YOU KNOW WHAT? I COMPLETELY REGRET

GETTING IN THAT FIGHT FOR YOU, TOO, OKAY?

PUT THAT IN YOUR BOOK.

WHAT BOOK IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU--?

NOTHING. IT'S FROM "DANCES WITH WOLVES."

KEVIN COSTNER IS SITTING BY THE FIRE WITH THAT OTHER GUY

AND HE FARTS AND HE SAYS, "PUT THAT IN YOUR BOOK."

KEVIN COSTNER FARTS?

NO, THE OTHER GUY FARTS. KEVIN COSTNER IS WRITING

IN HIS JOURNAL OR WHATEVER.

I DON'T KNOW. IT'S A FUNNY LINE.

I SAY IT SOMETIMES.

THAT'S COOL. I'M GLAD WE CLEARED THAT UP.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU GOT INTO THAT FIGHT FOR ME?

YOU'RE TRYING TO IMPRESS ME OR SOMETHING?

NO, IT JUST MADE ME MAD IS ALL.

I KEPT SEEING THAT ONE GUY PUT HIS ARM AROUND YOU.

AND I COULD TELL YOU DIDN'T WANT HIM TO.

AND THEN WHEN YOU MADE THAT BANG SHOT, HE, LIKE, PICKED YOU UP

AND YOU WERE SCREAMING FOR HIM TO PUT YOU DOWN.

SO YOU-- YOU WALKED UP TO HIM AND SUCKER-PUNCHED HIM.

YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS A SUCKER PUNCH?

I TOTALLY GAVE HIM A SECOND TO SEE THAT I WAS GONNA SWING AT HIM.

PLUS, I DON'T THINK ANY PUNCH TO THE FACE REALLY COUNTS AS A SUCKER PUNCH.

FIRST OF ALL, THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS.

AND THAT'S A COMPLETELY INSANE WAY OF HANDLING IT.

WELL, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT.

IT IS. IT'S INSANE.

NO, I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE YOUR FRIENDS.

FUCK.

MAYBE I SHOULD GO BACK IN AND APOLOGIZE TO THOSE GUYS.

NO, UH-UH. THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA.

WHY?

I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW YOU, BUT I DON'T THINK I HAVE TO EXPLAIN

WHY IT'S A REALLY BAD IDEA TO GO BACK INTO THE BAR

AND TRY TO CLEAR THE AIR

WITH THE DRUNK IDIOTS THAT JUST BEAT YOUR ASS

AND ARE NOW PATTING EACH OTHER ON THE BACK

RETELLING THE ASS-KICKING.

OKAY, FIRST OF ALL, YOU DO KNOW ME,

OR I KNOW YOU ANYWAY.

AND SECOND OF ALL, THAT SHIT BACK THERE--

THAT WAS NOT AN ASS-KICKING.

THEY JUST GANGED UP ON ME, THAT'S IT.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU KNOW ME?

YOU'RE BECKY FINE.

YOU GREW UP ON 28th STREET IN THAT BLUE HOUSE

HALFWAY DOWN FROM 33rd.

[ chuckles ]

YOU ALWAYS WORE THAT BUCKSKIN JACKET

WITH THE FRINGE, SMELLED LIKE WEED AND CIGARETTES.

AND YOU HAD THOSE FLOWER PATCHES

ON THE BACK OF YOUR JEANS.

IN THIRD GRADE, YOU BROUGHT YOUR GERBIL TO SCHOOL

AND IT GOT OUT AND NOBODY EVER FOUND IT.

WOW, THAT'S...

CORRECT? YEAH.

I TOLD YOU I KNOW YOU.

I WAS GONNA SAY "CREEPY."

NO.

NO, I KNOW YOU. I'M CASPER PHILLIPS.

WE WENT TO ELEMENTARY AND HIGH SCHOOL TOGETHER.

AND I WOULD HAVE GONE TO SANFORD,

EXCEPT MY MOM PUT ME IN THE MINNEHAHA ACADEMY FOR JUNIOR HIGH.

WE HAD MISS BEAL FOR HOMEROOM IN THIRD GRADE.

YEAH. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

YEAH, I REMEMBER YOU.

YOU USED TO CRY ALL THE TIME, DIDN'T YOU?

I MEAN,

MAYBE I CRIED ONCE OR TWICE.

I DIDN'T KNOW THAT COUNTED AS A LOT.

NO, I REMEMBER. YOU USED TO CRY

ALL THE TIME IN MISS BEAL'S CLASS

AND YOUR MOM WOULD HAVE TO COME PICK YOU UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.

I DON'T REMEMBER THAT.

ONCE I LET YOU BORROW MY ERASER THAT SMELLED LIKE STRAWBERRY

'CAUSE I WAS TRYING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.

AND THE NEXT DAY I ASKED FOR IT BACK,

AND YOU WERE LIKE, "NO, I NEED IT."

[ laughs ] I SAID THAT?

YEAH, AND I WAS SO BUMMED 'CAUSE THAT WAS MY FAVORITE ERASER.

IT MADE MY WHOLE PENCIL BOX SMELL GOOD.

BUT I WAS TOO AFRAID TO ASK FOR IT BACK

'CAUSE I WAS SCARED YOU'D START CRYING AGAIN.

OKAY, I GOT NO RECOLLECTION OF THAT WHATSOEVER, BUT...

THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.

YOU KNOW, I'M SORRY I HOUSED YOUR ERASER, BECKY.

- DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. - [ men chattering ]

BECKY, WHAT THE FUCK?

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

BRENT, JUST CALM DOWN.

YOU FUCKING TRAITOR, WHAT--?

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE OUT HERE TALKING TO THIS DOUCHEBAG,

SERIOUSLY. WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

I DIDN'T TELL YOU YOU COULD STAND UP.

PUT THE FUCKSTICK BACK ON THE BOX, BITCH.

DID YOU SEE MY SHIRT, MOTHERFUCKER? DID YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID?

AWESOME.

- WHAT? - NO, NO.

IT'S AN AWESOME SHIRT.

OH, MY FUCKING GOD.

THIS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG WANTS ME TO KICK HIS ASS AGAIN.

- BRENT. - YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T THINK YOU SAW THIS.

HUH? DID YOU SEE THIS? MARINE CORPS, BITCH.

- SEMPER FI. - ALL RIGHT, SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN, BRENT.

NO, FUCK THAT. FUCK THAT.

SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN. I DARE YOU.

- I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN TO MY FACE. - WHAT?

THAT YOUR SHIRT IS AWESOME?

- IT IS. IT'S AN AWESOME SHIRT. - Man: OH.

- BRENT. - NO, NO, GET OFF ME. GET OFF ME.

I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, FUCKING BITCH.

FUCK THIS DUDE. WE KICKED HIS ASS ONCE TONIGHT.

- COME ON, JUST LET ME AT HIM. - LET'S GO. LET'S GO.

- OH, YOU'RE LUCKY NOW, BITCH. - LET'S GO. LET'S GO.

- I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN, ALL RIGHT? - LET'S GO.

COME ON, BECKY. WE'RE GOING TO PAISLEY PARK.

I CAME WITH THEM.

HEY, BECKY, BECKY.

Becky: I FORGOT SOMETHING. JUST GO ON AHEAD.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Becky: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW?

I WAS JUST GONNA PLAY SOME BUCK HUNTER.

OH, BUCK HUNTER? SOUNDS SUPER COOL.

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW?

PROBABLY JUST KEEP PARTYING, RIGHT?

WHY DO YOU HANG OUT WITH THOSE GUYS?

I DON'T REALLY.

BUT THEY'RE YOUR FRIENDS.

NO, NOT REALLY.

YOU SAID THEY WERE.

YEAH, BUT THAT WAS BEFORE I FOUND OUT

WE ACTUALLY KNEW EACH OTHER.

YOU DO HANG OUT WITH THEM SOMETIMES, THOUGH?

YEAH, SURE.

IT'S NOT LIKE WE HAVE FRO YO TOGETHER OR ANYTHING.

FROZEN YOGURT-- NICE.

THAT'S YOUR DEFINITION OF REAL FRIENDSHIP?

YEAH, PRETTY MUCH.

Becky: SO HOW COME I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU

IN, LIKE, 10 YEARS?

I'M JUST IN TOWN FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.

MY DAD DIED.

MAN, I'M SO SORRY.

I MEAN, THANKS, BUT IT'S OKAY.

WAS IT SUDDEN?

YEAH, I GUESS.

WERE YOU GUYS PRETTY CLOSE?

NOT REALLY.

[ exhales ]

ARE YOU OKAY?

NO.

YOU WANT ME TO GO CALL AN AMBULANCE?

NO.

I JUST WANT TO GO TO THE BAR FOR A LITTLE BIT.

IF YOU WANT TO COME, THAT'S FINE.

IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE SOME SORT OF BECKY FINE JOKE?

NO.

I MEAN, IT'S GOOD, OKAY?

I WANT YOU TO COME.

Becky: HEY, CASPER, UM,

WE'RE JUST GONNA BE, LIKE, FRIENDS TONIGHT.

WE'RE NOT GONNA KISS OR ANYTHING.

WHO SAYS I EVEN WANT TO KISS YOU?

[ exhales ]

BECKY FUCKING FINE.

- [ fake gunshots ] - [ laughs ]

DON'T START.

SINGLE TRIP, SINGLE TRIP.

[ chuckles ]

- GIVE ME THE GUN. I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS. - YOU DO IT.

I JUST WON THIS GAME.

I JUST KILLED ALL THOSE DEER.

NO, NO. NOTHING HAPPENED.

POO POO POO!

THEY'RE GONNA KICK US OUT IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT.

WOW, YOU'RE GOOD AT THIS GAME.

I CAME IN THERE YESTERDAY. I GOT DOUBLE BUCK

ALL THE WAY THROUGH ELKS.

OH, ELK? THAT'S COOL.

FUCK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

HEY, WHAT'S UP?

HI.

REMEMBER ME? BECKY FINE,

33rd AVENUE, JACKET SMELLED LIKE POT,

GERBIL DIED IN A FREAK ACCIDENT SOMEWHERE IN A HEATING DUCT?

YEAH, I REMEMBER.

WE'RE BUDDIES.

OH, AND WHAT?

BUDDIES GRUNT AT EACH OTHER EVERY 15 MINUTES?

I'M JUST TRYING TO BE FRIENDS.

YOU'RE RIGHT. I'M SORRY.

I MADE THIS WEIRD.

I'M GONNA GO.

COME ON, LET'S HAVE ANOTHER DRINK.

IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU, CASPER,

OR RE-MEET YOU, I SHOULD SAY.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. COME ON.

YOU WANT TO GO TO A PARTY?

I MEAN, I SAID I WAS GONNA GO PLAY

SOME BUCK HUNTER, SO...

SO, YOU WERE TRYING TO IMPRESS ME

WITH YOUR TERRIBLE SHOOTING?

SERIOUSLY?

THOSE VIDEO GAME GUNS ARE TOTAL BULLSHIT.

GIVE ME A FUCKING ACOG. I'LL SHOOT YOUR BUDDY BRENT'S PUBES OFF

FROM 500 METERS.

WHAT'S AN ACOG?

ADVANCED COMBAT OPTICAL GUNSIGHT.

WHY DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT GUNS?

'CAUSE I'M FROM AMERICA.

REAL ATTRACTIVE, BY THE WAY--

ALL THE GUN TALK.

OH, SEE, IF I'D KNOWN YOU WANTED ROMANCE,

WE'D BE EATING THE SAME PIECE OF SPAGHETTI

FROM A FUCKING GARBAGE CAN LID RIGHT NOW.

I THINK I'M STARTING TO FIGURE YOU OUT.

OH, YEAH?

YOU LIKE TO PRETEND YOU'RE, LIKE,

MR. I-DON'T-GIVE-A-SHIT- ABOUT-SHIT,

BUT I DON'T REALLY BUY IT.

'CAUSE I KNOW IF MY DAD JUST DIED,

I'D PROBABLY BE PRETTY WRECKED RIGHT NOW.

PEOPLE DIE. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?

COME ON.

NO, IT'S LIKE--

I'M JUST SAYING IT'S SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS,

YOU KNOW, IN LIFE OR WHATEVER.

IT'S LIKE WHAT ARE ANY OF US SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT?

WHAT?

I'M IMPRESSED.

WITH WHAT?

YOU JUST WENT FROM "THE LADY AND THE TRAMP"

TO "EVERYBODY DIES" IN 30 SECONDS.

[ chuckles ]

YEAH, THAT'S NOT REALLY FIRST-DATE TALK, IS IT?

HMM, GOOD THING THIS ISN'T A DATE.

♪ Turn your AC Slater up, burn ♪

♪ Aloe Vera green, apple now and later, yep, pass that sweet ♪

♪ Mike Mictlan, where the mask at? ♪

♪ Hand over what? Hand over yours, run that ♪

♪ Man overboard with the same cracked frown ♪

♪ Dehumanize communities like Black Hawk Down ♪

♪ They realize immunities... ♪

TRY NOT TO GET ALL DRUNK

AND SUCKER-PUNCH ANY OF MY FRIENDS, OKAY?

I CAN'T MAKE ANY PROMISES.

♪ For the black gold Texas tea, ha, you're kidding ♪

♪ Ain't been good oil in Texas for a minute ♪

♪ That's why we knocked over our own thrones and watch it combust... ♪

J. JESSE.

WHAT'S UP, MAN?

HOLY SHIT, YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T COMING.

WHAT IS UP?

NOTHING, MAN, NOTHING.

- [ cell phone ringing ] - Casper: HOW ARE YOU DOING?

Jesse: I'M DOING GOOD, YOU KNOW.

Casper: GOOD.

[ phone continues ringing ]

HI. I'M REBECCA.

HI. I'M JESSE.

- HOW'S IT GOING? - IT'S GOING GOOD.

HOW DO YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER?

WELL, WE WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL TOGETHER.

AND ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

AND ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

SO YOU WERE ALSO A TOTAL LOSER I NEVER SPOKE TO?

I MOST CERTAINLY WAS.

- IT'S A GOOD LOOK NOW, THOUGH. - OH, THANK YOU.

CAN I GET YOU GUYS SOMETHING TO DRINK?

YEAH, WHAT DO YOU HAVE?

I HAVE PREMIUM AND I HAVE

CHERRY Hi-C WITH GIN IN IT.

MM-HMM, GIN AND JUICE IS GOOD.

GET ME A BEER.

SO DID EVERYONE HERE GO TO OUR HIGH SCHOOL?

PRETTY MUCH, YEAH.

SO WHAT IS UP?

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE IT.

I DID NOT THINK I WOULD SEE YOUR ASS AGAIN.

YEP, HERE I AM.

ALL IN ONE PIECE, TOO, I SEE.

- [ new song playing ] - OH, STOP.

[ laughs ]

WHICH ONE OF YOU IS GONNA DANCE WITH ME TO THIS?

WHAT, ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND STARE AT ME LIKE A COUPLE OF CREEPS?

I'LL GO DANCE BY MYSELF, THEN.

♪ Naked in the bathtub, sitting on the porcelain... ♪

WHAT THE FUCK? BECKY FINE?

♪ The water don't run, just drips like rain ♪

♪ Still drips like a painkiller drips to the veins ♪

♪ Fill it up with a bag of that happy stuff... ♪

WE SHOULD PROBABLY GO IN THE KITCHEN.

♪ Good times goddess, my goodness ♪

♪ Goth fingernail polish, autopilot footprints... ♪

YOU GOT ANY WEED?

THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME ABOUT?

I'M SORRY?

I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN WHAT, LIKE, THREE YEARS?

HAVEN'T HAD A DECENT HANG SINCE HIGH SCHOOL.

YOU SHOW UP AT MY STUPID PARTY

WITH BULLSHIT ALL OVER YOUR T-SHIRT

AND YOU WANT TO KNOW IF I HAVE ANY WEED?

YES. DO YOU HAVE ANY?

- DUDE. - LOOK, I'M SORRY,

I DON'T WANT TO REMINISCE ABOUT THE BAD OLD DAYS.

- YEAH, I HAVE SOME. - AWESOME.

BUT YOU GOT SOME 'SPLAINING TO DO,

OR I AIN'T GIVING YOU SHIT.

♪ Ain't got nothing but too much to lose... ♪

IT'S PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME, RIGHT?

SO HOW DID IT HAPPEN?

I WAS AT FIRST AVE AND WE STARTED TALKING.

- AND THAT'S IT? - THAT'S IT.

NO WAY.

DID YOU TRY TO TOUCH HER BUTT?

YOU DID, DIDN'T YOU? IT WAS, LIKE, AN ACCIDENT.

YOU, LIKE, BUMPED UP AGAINST HER AS YOU, LIKE, PAWED SOME BUTT,

LIKE, "OH, I'M SORRY. WAS THAT YOUR BUTT? OH, MY GOSH."

COME ON, MAN.

[ laughs ]

SO WHAT, LIKE, 20?

- SURE, I GUESS, YEAH. - YEAH.

SO $20.

OH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST GONNA GIVE IT TO ME.

WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?

I DON'T KNOW. IT'S A NICE THING TO DO.

DUDE, YOU LIVE IN IRAQ.

I DON'T LIVE IN IRAQ.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOUR BLACK ASS IS COMING HOME.

REAL NICE, MAN. THANKS.

MAN, I THINK I JUST GOT PREGNANT OUT THERE.

[ chuckles ]

RIGHT?

WHO'S SMOKING THAT?

YOU GOT 10 BUCKS?

[ Becky chuckling ] COMP LIT,

LIKE "COMPARATIVE LITERATURE."

Casper: WHAT, YOU COMPARE BOOKS TO EACH OTHER?

Becky: UM, SORT OF.

HOW WOULD ANYBODY EVER CHOOSE TO DO THAT?

I DON'T KNOW. IT JUST INTERESTS ME.

THERE'S A PROFESSOR HERE-- DAVID TURNER--

WHO DOES REALLY INTERESTING WORK.

AND HE'S--

HE WAS MY ADVISOR.

I'M SUPPOSED TO BE SORT OF HIS PROTEGE, SO...

WELL, WHAT HAPPENED?

EXACTLY.

CASPER THE MOTHERFUCKING GHOST.

PADDY, WHAT'S UP, MAN? HOW ARE YOU DOING?

DIDN'T THINK I'D BE SEEING YOUR REPUBLICAN ASS

AROUND HERE ANY TIME SOON.

YEAH, FUCK THAT SHIT. LIKE THIS DUDE EVEN VOTES.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HANGING OUT WITH THIS FASCIST?

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ALMOST KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS.

Becky: I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS A FASCIST.

SEE, THAT'S HOW THEY GET YOU.

SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN? ARE YOU STILL BOMBING VILLAGES

WITH MY HARD-EARNED TAX DOLLARS?

YEAH, HE DOESN'T PAY TAXES EITHER, SO...

Paddy: DON'T WANT TO BE PART OF THE PROBLEM.

WHAT'S UP WITH YOU, MAN? JUST HANGING OUT IN THE PARKING LOT

DOING BUTTS AS USUAL, RIGHT?

OOH, YOU WISH.

NO, WE'RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS TONIGHT, MAN.

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU TWO BEEN UP TO?

NOTHING REALLY.

SOME OF HER FRIENDS BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME, BUT THAT'S ABOUT IT.

- FOR SERIOUS? - THEY'RE NOT MY FRIENDS.

WHATEVER, SOME OF HER ACQUAINTANCES BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME, I GUESS.

WHAT, YOU WANT US TO GO GET 'EM?

[ chuckles ] NO.

NO, IT'S ALL RIGHT.

WHAT'S UP WITH THE CIRCUS THOUGHT?

YOU WANT TO COME WITH?

[ chuckles ]

JUMP ON.

COME ON, LET'S ROLL.

- Becky: SO YOU DO THIS A LOT? - Casper: WHAT?

Becky: TAKE GIRLS AROUND ON THE BACK OF YOUR B.M.X.

Casper: MAN, THIS SHIT WORKED LIKE A CHARM WHEN I WAS 13.

[ both laugh ]

OH, MY GOD.

DON'T LET ME CRASH INTO ANYTHING. HOLY SH--

OKAY, OKAY.

[ laughs ]

OH, MY GOD. OH, MY GOD.

[ upbeat music playing ]

Paddy: BEEN TO THE NEST SINCE YOU GOT BACK?

Casper: DUDE, YOU COULDN'T PAY ME.

YEAH, WELL, THEY NEVER DID, DID THEY?

SO WHAT WAS THE NEST?

- WHAT, YOU DON'T KNOW THE TURKEY'S NEST? - UH-UH.

IT'S A SHITHOLE BAR ME AND THIS DUDE

USED TO WORK AT OVER BEHIND CAMPUS.

- BEST JOB I EVER HAD. - AND YET YOU STILL MANAGED TO GET YOURSELF FIRED.

PSHH.

- WHY DID YOU GET FIRED? - JUST A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT.

THIS DUDE GOT CAUGHT DOING THE DRUGS AT WORK.

NO, FALSE. I NEVER GOT CAUGHT DOING DRUGS AT WORK.

I SHOWED UP FOR WORK HIGH THAT ONE TIME, AND THAT'S IT.

UH-HUH, BUT YOU WERE STILL HIGH AT WORK, SO...

YEAH, BUT THOSE ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS.

NOT REALLY.

HOW COME I DON'T KNOW YOU?

I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T REALLY GO OUT THAT MUCH.

BUT YOU KNOW THIS DILHOLE.

- WE USED TO GO TO SCHOOL TOGETHER. - WE JUST MET TONIGHT.

RIGHT.

I GOTTA GO CHECK THIS SHIT OUT UP CLOSE, OKAY?

OKAY.

♪ When the mother's gone, when the mother's gone ♪

♪ When the mother's gone, when the mother's gone ♪

♪ Motherless children have a hard time ♪

♪ When the mother's gone, when the mother's gone ♪

♪ When the mother's gone, when the mother's gone ♪

♪ They ain't got no places to go ♪

♪ Out walking door to door ♪

♪ Motherless children have a hard time... ♪

WHY DIDN'T YOU EVER JUST EXPLAIN THAT SHIT TO THEM--

HOW YOU DIDN'T GET HIGH; YOU WERE HIGH.

YOU PROBABLY COULD HAVE KEPT YOUR JOB ON, LIKE, A TECHNICALITY.

NO WAY, MAN. I GOT PRINCIPLES.

I DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF THAT BULLSHIT,

UNLIKE SOME SELLOUT, TURNCOAT MOTHERFUCKERS I KNOW.

TAKE IT EASY.

WHAT, DID I HIT A NERVE?

NO, BUT IT'S LIKE AT LEAST I GOT A JOB, BITCH.

MOTHERFUCKER, THE NAZIS HAD JOBS.

OKAY, FINE. LET'S HAVE IT.

YOU'RE A BABY-KILLING, JACKBOOT-WEARING CORPORATE STOOGE.

YOU'RE A MOTHERFUCKING ENVIRONMENT-DEFILING,

FOSSIL-FUEL-PROTECTING,

FREEDOM-FRY-LOVING TOOL OF TYRANNY.

YOU'RE A MOTHERFUCKING McDONALDLAND COOKIE.

THAT'S ALL YOU GOT?

AND YOU TAKE IT UP THE ASS FROM HALLIBURTON.

WELL, I DO TAKE IT UP THE ASS FROM HALLIBURTON, BUT--

SO LONG AS YOU KNOW THAT.

HEY, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

WHAT? COME ON, WE JUST GOT HERE.

YOU CAN COME WITH US IF YOU WANT.

NO, I'M GONNA STAY.

SUIT YOURSELF.

[ phone beeps ]

Becky: WHAT?

HOW DID SHE FIND OUT, THEN?

OKAY, AND WHY WOULDN'T YOU DENY IT?

WELL, MY COMPUTER WAS IN YOUR OFFICE,

AND SO I GUESS THE QUESTION IS

WHO ELSE HAS THE KEYS TO YOUR OFFICE?

YOU KNOW WHAT? IF YOU WANT TO DO ME A FUCKING FAVOR,

HOW ABOUT YOU GET YOUR WIFE TO STOP CALLING ME?

LISTEN TO ME. IF YOU'RE NOT AT MY APARTMENT IN 10 MINUTES

WITH MY COMPUTER, I'M TELLING EVERYONE

ABOUT THE FRESHMAN YOU'RE FUCKING.

WE NEED TO GO. CAN YOU COME WITH ME?

I'D APPRECIATE THAT.

FUCK ME. HE DOESN'T HAVE IT.

REBECCA, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

WHERE IS IT, DAVID?

SHE'S HOME. I COULDN'T GET IT.

SHE'S HOME? SHE'S HOME? THAT'S WEIRD,

'CAUSE THAT'S ALSO YOUR HOME, SO...

I'M NOT READY TO FACE HER YET, OKAY?

I DON'T THINK WE MET. I'M DAVID.

YOU'RE A FRIEND OF HERS?

YEAH, THAT'S MY NEW BOYFRIEND. WE'RE RUNNING AWAY TO JOIN THE CIRCUS TOGETHER.

WHAT, DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE?

MM-HMM, A BIG JOKE. IT'S A HUGE JOKE.

- CAN YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN AND TALK TO ME? - I'M FUCKING CALM, DAVID.

I'M CALM. YOU KNOW, I REALLY FEEL FOR YOU, MAN.

IT MUST BE HARD WHEN THE BOTTOM DROPS OUT

AND YOU CAN'T RELY ON THE GOOD OLD STUDENT-TEACHER

POWER DYNAMIC ANYMORE.

REBECCA.

REBECCA.

[ intercom buzzing ]

[ intercom buzzing loudly ]

DAMN IT.

JUST WAIT HERE.

[ blows air, sniffs ]

[ intercom continues buzzing ]

Woman: BECKY, BECKY.

I THINK SHE'S IN HER ROOM.

BECKY, DO YOU HAVE A PLAN FOR THIS?

YEAH, I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.

I WILL. I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.

JUST PLEASE MAKE IT STOP.

YEAH, I KNOW. EXCUSE ME.

HEY, I'M CASPER.

[ door opens ]

HEY, DID YOU JUST GET A GUN?

CAN I HAVE ONE MINUTE ALONE WITH YOU, PLEASE?

HERE, GIVE THESE TO YOUR FRESHMAN FUCK BUDDY.

REBECCA, COME BACK HERE.

I'LL GET YOU YOUR COMPUTER. AND IF I DON'T,

IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD.

FOR YOU, THE END OF THE WORLD WOULD BE

IF YOU SOMEHOW LOST YOUR MAGICAL POWER OVER FUCKING IDIOTS LIKE ME

WHO THINK 'CAUSE YOU TUCK IN YOUR FUCKING SHIRT YOU'RE GOD'S GIFT TO WOMEN.

YOU KNOW WHAT? I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT A FUCKING PHONY YOU WERE

WHEN YOU STARTED IN ON HOW ENCHANTED YOU WERE

BY THE SEMIOTICS OF EROTICISM--

FUCKING GARBAGE.

OKAY, THIS IS CHILDISH NOW.

- LET ME PASS, PLEASE. - DAVE, STOP.

REBECCA, I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET AND YOU DON'T MEAN WHAT YOU SAY, OKAY?

REMEMBER, WE HAD SOMETHING IMPORTANT.

FUCK WHAT WE HAD. FUCK WHAT WE HAD!

SO WHAT WAS IT? WHAT, DID YOU SLEEP WITH ME

- JUST TO GET AHEAD IN THE DEPARTMENT? - STOP.

LIKE THE WHOLE DEPARTMENT DOESN'T KNOW THAT YOUR WIFE GOT YOU YOUR FUCKING JOB.

YOU KNOW, SHEILA WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU.

YOU HAD ME FOOLED, BUT IN REALITY

YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SILLY LITTLE TWAT.

OKAY, I SAID STOP.

CASPER, GET OFF HIM.

[ exhales ]

THIS PARK IS

THE FIRST PLACE I EVER TOUCHED A BOOB...

UNDER THE SHIRT--

OR OVER, TOO, I GUESS.

WEIRD.

THIS IS WHERE I GAVE MY FIRST HANDJOB.

REALLY?

NO.

RIGHT.

SO WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT?

WHAT?

FUCKING ABU GHRAIB SUBMISSION HOLD

YOU PUT ON MY BOYFRIEND BACK THERE.

THAT DUDE'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?

NO.

YOU WERE IN THE ARMY OR SOMETHING?

STILL AM.

WHAT, LIKE IN AFGHANISTAN?

YEAH.

I HEAD BACK TOMORROW,

OR TO GEORGIA ANYWAY,

BACK TO AFGHANISTAN LATER IN THE MONTH.

FUCK. REALLY?

YEP.

WHAT DO YOU DO THERE?

PLAY A LOT OF BRIDGE,

RUMMY 500.

DOUBLE SOLITAIRE HAS BECOME QUITE POPULAR.

RIGHT.

I GUESS A LOT OF PEOPLE MUST ASK YOU WHAT THAT'S LIKE.

SOME PEOPLE.

IS IT ANNOYING?

I MEAN, I CAN SEE WHY THEY'RE INTERESTED, I GUESS.

IT'S JUST I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY,

YOU KNOW.

IT'S A SHITTY SITUATION, WHICH YOU PROBABLY KNOW ALL THE REASONS WHY

IF YOU WATCH THE NEWS.

HMM.

WHAT?

NO, I JUST NEVER HEARD ANYONE SAY THAT.

SAY WHAT?

NOT LIKE WE HAVE ANY COMPREHENSION

OF WHAT'S ACTUALLY GOING ON OVER THERE.

IT JUST SEEMS LIKE THE NATURE OF THE WARFARE

IS SO COMPLICATED

AND EVEN JUST THE HISTORY OF THE REGION

IS SO COMPLEX

FROM BEFORE WE GOT INVOLVED.

AND WE'RE JUST ALL HERE TOO BUSY

BUYING A WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIT MADE IN CHINA.

TOTALLY.

SHIT'S FUCKED.

YOU DON'T REALLY LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT, HUH?

I JUST DON'T LIKE TO BE SPECIAL FOR IT.

YOU KNOW, I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE THINKING I'M REAL INTERESTING

JUST 'CAUSE I'VE BEEN OVER THERE OR WHATEVER.

I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT SHIT DOESN'T CHANGE ME

ANY MORE THAN ANYTHING THAT EVER HAPPENED OVER HERE.

PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT.

SO, WHAT, YOU WERE DOING IT TO YOUR PROFESSOR?

HE'S MY ADVISOR.

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?

THERE ISN'T ONE.

RIGHT.

SOUNDS LIKE PRETTY RISKY BUSINESS TO ME.

WELL, I GUESS YOU NEVER REALLY THINK

THE RULES APPLY TO YOU.

THE WORST PART IS,

LIKE, THINGS WERE GOING SO WELL.

AND THEN ONCE AGAIN

I HAD TO GO FUCK EVERYTHING UP.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

HIS WIFE IS THE HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT, SO...

NO, YOU SAID, "ONCE AGAIN,"

LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING YOU DO.

I MEAN, AS LONG AS I'VE KNOWN YOU--

WELL, TONIGHT, BUT BEFORE, TOO--

IT'S LIKE YOU PRETTY MUCH SEEM LIKE YOU HAVE THE WORLD BY THE BALLS.

YEAH, BUT, CASPER, YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

I DON'T MEAN THAT TO SOUND HARSH. I JUST--

NO, YOU'RE RIGHT.

WHAT, YOU'RE LEAVING?

NO.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS?

[ laughs ] YEAH, I THINK I CAN.

- [ grunts ] - [ laughs ]

FINE.

DEFENSE WINS CHAMPIONSHIPS. DEFENSE WINS CHAMPIONSHIPS.

- Casper: OH, OH. - OH, THAT'S GOOD.

Casper: YOU KNOW WHICH WAY THE BASKET IS, RIGHT?

- YOU KNOW IT'S THAT WAY? - IT'S THAT WAY.

- NO, IT'S THIS WAY. - IT'S THAT WAY.

- [ Becky laughs ] - OH, MY GOD.

[ Becky chattering ]

Casper: OH, GOD.

THERE'S NO TACKLING IN BASKETBALL.

Becky: I DON'T GET ANY IN THE HOOP.

- THEY ALL GO IN THE HOOP. - OH, REALLY?

YOU WEREN'T WATCHING? IT'S LIKE 100-0.

OH! [ laughs ]

I WASN'T EVEN LOOKING.

WHAT'S THAT?

IT'S A TATTOO.

OF WHAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

I GOT IT A LONG TIME AGO.

HEY, YOU WANT TO GO GET YOUR COMPUTER?

YEAH, RIGHT.

I'M SERIOUS.

I THINK THAT'S A BAD IDEA.

[ Casper speaking quietly ] OKAY, HERE'S THE PLAN:

YOU STAND IN THE FRONT YARD, START SCREAMING,

TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES. I'M GONNA RUN AROUND BACK,

SNEAK IN THE HOUSE, GRAB THE COMPUTER,

AND HIT HER IN THE HEAD WITH A HAMMER. ALL RIGHT?

WHAT? NO, DON'T DO THAT.

SHH.

I'M NOT GONNA DO ANY OF THAT.

WAIT HERE.

[ car approaches ]

FUCK.

[ door opens ]

Sheila: HELLO? DAVID?

David: YES, IT'S ME, SWEETHEART.

OH, CHRIST, I WILL CALL YOU BACK.

[ muffled conversation ]

[ whispers ] CASPER. CASPER.

YOU'RE DRUNK. HALLELUJAH.

OH, WHAT'S THAT?

YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT.

I DON'T DENY IT.

WE DON'T EVEN TALK TO EACH OTHER ANYMORE.

DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME?

REBECCA,

WHICH ONE?

WHAT'S THAT?

THE SILVER ONE.

HELLO?

- YOU HAVE TO CATCH THIS. - WHAT? NO, DO NOT DO THAT.

I CAN'T CLIMB DOWN WITH IT. YOU GOTTA CATCH IT.

OH.

I CAN'T BELIEVE WE JUST DID THAT.

I THINK HE SAW ME.

HE DIDN'T SEE YOU. AND EVEN IF HE DID, WHO CARES?

I'M SO FUCKED.

THEY OBVIOUSLY KNOW IT'S ME. IT'S MY COMPUTER.

WELL, IT WASN'T YOU. IT WAS ME.

AND I THOUGHT THAT WAS, LIKE, THE WHOLE POINT-- TO GET YOUR COMPUTER.

MAN, YOU DON'T GET IT, CASPER.

- IT'S LIKE THERE'S GONNA BE RAMIFICATIONS. - LIKE WHAT?

- [ distant siren wailing ] - LIKE IF THEY DON'T PRESS CHARGES, I'LL BE LUCKY

TO BE A FUCKING PARIAH IN THE DEPARTMENT.

YOU CAN'T JUST GO BREAKING INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES.

MAN, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, DUDE?

LIKE, THIS ISN'T JUST SOME FUN PRANK.

THIS IS MY LIFE. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

THERE'S CONSEQUENCES. I KNOW YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT SHIT LIKE THAT,

BUT THE REST OF US IN THE REAL WORLD HAVE TO.

ACTUALLY, I DO. I THINK ABOUT THAT SHIT ALL THE TIME.

I JUST EXPECT SHIT TO GO THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.

WELL, THAT'S PROBABLY WHY IT DOES.

FORGIVE ME FOR NOT WANTING EVERYTHING TO BE TOTALLY FUCKED ALL THE TIME.

OH, SO THAT'S WHY YOU STARTED

FUCKING AROUND WITH YOUR MARRIED COLLEGE PROFESSOR--

BECAUSE YOU WANTED SHIT TO START GOING GOOD FOR YOU?

OH, WE'RE DONE. I'M GOING HOME.

OH, COME ON.

[ siren wailing ]

THAT COP CAR WAS PROBABLY LOOKING FOR US, HUH?

GOOD THING YOU WERE HOLDING THE WEED.

ARE YOU HUNGRY?

A LITTLE.

THIS IS WHERE YOU WANT TO EAT?

TELL ME WHAT ELSE IS OPEN AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING.

THE TACO PLACE ON 26th.

NOPE, THEY CLOSE AT 2:00.

DURKIN'S.

I SAID I WAS HUNGRY, NOT THAT I WANTED TO GET THE AIDS.

UM, BUT DIARRHEA'S, LIKE, PRETTY COOL WITH YOU?

YOU'RE DOWN WITH IT?

- BETWEEN THE TWO? UM, YES. - [ both laughing ]

JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ONE.

[ pop song playing ]

YOU CAN MAKE MY HALF VEGETARIAN.

WHO SAYS YOU'RE GETTING HALF?

I DO REMEMBER YOU.

YEAH, I KNOW. I CRIED ALL THE TIME.

NO, I MEAN, LIKE, IN HIGH SCHOOL.

WE HAD GEOMETRY TOGETHER

AND CIVICS.

AND GREAT PLAYS WITH MR. KRUGER.

I DIDN'T GO TO THAT CLASS MUCH.

WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU REMEMBERED?

I DON'T KNOW. I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D WANT TO BE REMEMBERED THEN.

WELL, I GUESS NOT.

NO, I MEAN, I DON'T WANT TO BE REMEMBERED THEN.

IT'S HIGH SCHOOL, YOU KNOW? IT SUCKS.

I SUCKED.

YEAH.

OH, YOU AGREE WITH ME? I SUCKED IN HIGH SCHOOL?

NO, NO, I MEAN, IT'S JUST LIKE I DON'T EVEN LIKE

THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKING IDIOT I WAS BACK THEN EITHER.

YEAH.

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE GOT PUT TOGETHER IN GEOMETRY?

YEAH.

- THAT WAS FUN. - MM-HMM.

- MR. DANG-- - DERRINGER-- DERRING--

- DELINGER. - DELINGER.

DELINGER-- HE CAME OVER AND, LIKE, SHUSHED US

A COUPLE TIMES. THAT WAS THE BEST.

SO WHY--?

WHY WHAT?

HOW COME YOU NEVER CALLED ME?

I GAVE YOU MY NUMBER.

YOU DIDN'T CALL.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER?

NO.

I DON'T REMEMBER THAT.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER THAT. I'M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU.

I'M TOTALLY SERIOUS. I DON'T REMEMBER THAT.

WELL, LIKE, WE HAD HAD ALL THIS FUN IN CLASS

AND YOU WERE, LIKE, PICKING UP YOUR BOOK BAG OR WHATEVER,

AND YOU STOPPED AND YOU WERE LIKE,

"OH, WE SHOULD TOTALLY HANG OUT SOMETIME."

IT WAS, LIKE, THE BRAVEST THING I EVER DID--

I WROTE MY NUMBER DOWN ON THE BACK OF THE WORKSHEET,

AND I PUT IT IN YOUR BOOK.

SHIT. I DON'T REMEMBER THAT.

SO WHATEVER, LIKE A WEEK LATER,

EVERYTHING'S BACK TO NORMAL.

YOU'RE SITTING NEXT TO YOUR BUDDY TONY.

I FUCKING HATED THAT GUY.

AND I JUST FELT LIKE I RUINED EVERYTHING,

LIKE IT WAS ALL MY FAULT.

I DO REMEMBER THINKING THAT YOU WERE CUTE.

I DO.

[ microwave bell dings ]

OH.

OH, MAN. OH, GOD.

ALL RIGHT.

MM.

THAT IS TOTALLY DISGUSTING.

NOPE, IT'S DELICIOUS.

ARE YOU READY TO GO HOME YET?

I MEAN, NOT REALLY,

BUT WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO NOW?

I THINK I MIGHT KNOW SOMETHING.

[ electronic music playing ]

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?

THAT, MY FRIEND, IS PUBLIC ACCESS TELEVISION.

COME ON.

NO FUCKING WAY.

HEY, JUST WAIT HERE A SEC, OKAY?

- HAMIL. - YEAH?

- WE'RE GONNA GO. - OH, OKAY.

HERE, FOR YOU.

NICE. ALL RIGHT, BYE.

THANKS.

- SO YOU'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER ME. - [ laughs ]

RIGHT.

IT'S A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU, I THINK.

YEAH.

THIS IS ME.

WELL, THANKS FOR--

I MEAN, I HAD A GOOD NIGHT, SO...

YEAH, I DID, TOO.

COOL.

I'M NOT GONNA GO INSIDE, THOUGH.

I DON'T REMEMBER INVITING YOU.

OH, FAIR ENOUGH

NO, I'M JUST KIDDING. I DIDN'T--

WELL, I DID MEAN IT LIKE THAT,

BUT I'M NOT GOING INSIDE EITHER.

SO WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?

COME ON.

YOU'RE SLEEPING IN A TENT?

YEP.

WHY?

I CAN'T GO IN THERE. IT'S NOT MY HOUSE.

WHERE DO YOU--?

THERE'S A HOSE OVER THERE.

SO YOU'VE NEVER BEEN IN THERE?

NO, I'VE BEEN IN THERE, JUST NOT SINCE--

I MEAN, NOT ON THIS TRIP.

I MEAN, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY HE LEFT ME THE HOUSE.

PROBABLY 'CAUSE YOU'RE HIS SON.

YEAH, BUT NOT REALLY.

I MEAN, IT WAS DIFFERENT WHEN I WAS A KID,

BUT WE DIDN'T REALLY HAVE, LIKE,

A, YOU KNOW, REAL RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE.

YEAH, BUT I MEAN, HE'S STILL YOUR FATHER.

YOU KNOW, WHEN I WENT DOWN TO ENLIST,

HE WAS LIKE, "NO SON OF MINE,"

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? "I FORBID IT."

[ chuckles ] I REACTED TO THAT REAL WELL--

"FUCK YOU, DAD."

SO I CALL HIM. I LEAVE HIM A MESSAGE

TALKING ABOUT HOW I'M MY OWN MAN;

I KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR ME-- ALL THAT KIND OF STUFF.

A WEEK GOES BY-- NOTHING.

ANOTHER WEEK GOES BY-- NOTHING.

FINALLY LIKE A YEAR LATER, I GET A LETTER--

NO MENTION OF THE FIGHT,

NO "I'M SORRY," NO "YOU'RE STILL WRONG,"

JUST LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED.

WHAT DID HE SAY?

A BUNCH OF DUMB STUFF ABOUT HIS LIFE,

YOU KNOW, LIKE WHAT WAS GOING ON FOR HIM.

HE WAS GETTING SOME AWARD, LIKE FOR HIS PHOTOS

IN THE '70s OR SOMETHING,

AND, LIKE, HOW THE FUCKING TOMATO PLANTS WERE COMING IN.

IT WAS LIKE SOMEBODY'S GODDAMN CHRISTMAS LETTER.

FINALLY AT THE END IT'S LIKE,

"BLAH BLAH BLAH SPORTS BLAH BLAH BLAH."

AND THE VERY LAST LINE, I SWEAR TO GOD, IS

"TRY NOT TO GET BLOWN UP. LOVE, DAD."

I KNOW, RIGHT?

BUT AFTER A WHILE, I DECIDED I WASN'T EVEN MAD ABOUT IT.

IT'S LIKE HE DIDN'T KNOW ME AT ALL,

BUT HE WASN'T TRYING TO ACT LIKE HE DID.

STILL A PRETTY SHITTY WAY TO ACT TO YOUR KID, THOUGH.

AT LEAST IT'S HONEST.

BUT THEN I GOTTA COME BACK HERE,

HOME OR WHATEVER, NOW AND--

COME HERE.

I MEAN, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?

DO YOU THINK HE WAS TRYING TO BE SARCASTIC?

WHO THE FUCK KNOWS?

MAN, I DON'T THINK SO.

IMAGINE HOW PEOPLE WOULD LOOK AT YOU IF YOU DROVE AROUND IN THIS THING.

I KNOW, ESPECIALLY IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD.

PEOPLE WOULD, LIKE, PROBABLY SPIT ON HIM.

HOW FUCKED UP IS IT THAT I GOTTA, LIKE, COME BACK HERE

AND FIND OUT ABOUT IT THIS WAY?

AND WHAT AM I EVEN FINDING OUT ABOUT?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR A BEER.

NOPE. DRANK 'EM.

- WHERE ARE YOU GOING? - TRYING TO GET A DRINK.

I'M NOT COMING IN THERE WITH YOU.

I DON'T REMEMBER INVITING YOU.

KEYS.

OH.

[ dinging ]

[ chuckles ]

HERE, YOU SHOULD CHANGE YOUR SHIRT.

YOU GOT A LITTLE BIT OF BLOOD ON YOURS.

WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?

I FOUND IT IN YOUR DAD'S DRESSER.

YOU WENT IN HIS BEDROOM?

YEAH. HAVE YOU SEEN ALL THOSE PICTURES IN THERE?

I DON'T KNOW. PROBABLY.

I SAW ONE OF YOU WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG,

WITH A BERET.

WHAT WAS GOING ON THERE?

I WAS IN THIS WEIRD LITTLE ART FILM

SOME FRIEND OF MY DAD'S MADE. I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DID YOU HAVE TO DO IN IT?

I WAS, LIKE, THE YOUNGER VERSION

OF THE MAIN CHARACTER

IN FLASHBACK SEQUENCES,

AND I WOULD CHASE THIS BIG RED BALL AROUND

AND I COULD NEVER, LIKE, QUITE GET IT--

I DON'T KNOW, SOME WEIRD, FOREIGN-TYPE BULLSHIT.

IT WAS PRETTY COOL.

YEAH, SOUNDS LIKE YOUR DAD WAS A PRETTY HIP GUY.

HE WAS FOR A WHILE.

AND THEN WHAT? HE GOT ALL UNCOOL ALL OF A SUDDEN?

HE HAD A STROKE,

LIKE, 10 YEARS AGO.

SORRY.

NO, IT'S OKAY.

AFTER THAT, HIS PERSONALITY CHANGED

PRETTY DRASTICALLY ACTUALLY.

I DON'T THINK I REALLY WANT TO WEAR THIS.

HEY, LOOK WHAT I FOUND.

THERE IT IS.

I GOT MY TATTOO WHEN I WAS 16.

NOW EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT, I GET TO THINK ABOUT THE STROKE.

BUT IT'S OKAY.

"IT LOOKED EXTREMELY ROCKY

FOR THE MUDVILLE NINE THAT DAY;

THE SCORE STOOD FOUR TO SIX

WITH BUT AN INNING LEFT TO PLAY"-- FOUR TO SIX--

THAT'S THE WAY MY DAD ALWAYS SAID IT.

MOST PEOPLE SAY, "FOUR TO TWO,"

BUT "FOUR TO SIX" MAKES IT SOUND LIKE YOUR TEAM IS LOSING.

WHEN HE WAS A KID, MY DAD--

HE WAS, LIKE, THIS BASEBALL MANIAC, RIGHT?

AND THAT STORY WAS, LIKE, SUPER IMPORTANT TO HIM.

HE'D READ IT TO US AS, LIKE, A BEDTIME STORY.

I JUST REMEMBER REALLY LIKING

THE WAY IT SOUNDED.

"SOMEWHERE MEN ARE LAUGHING, AND SOMEWHERE CHILDREN SHOUT;

BUT THERE IS NO JOY IN MUDVILLE--

MIGHTY CASEY HAS STRUCK OUT."

JUST LIKE WHAT DID LOSING HIM

REALLY CHANGE FOR ME?

NOTHING.

MY DAD-- HE WAS GONE A LONG TIME AGO.

THAT'S A PRETTY TERRIBLE WAY OF THINKING ABOUT THINGS.

MAYBE. AND I'M NOT SAYING, "FUCK THAT GUY."

LIKE I'M NOT GONNA CRY BECAUSE HE HURT ME OR WHATEVER.

NO, MY DAD WAS LIKE A REALLY COOL GUY.

IT'S JUST,

I DON'T KNOW, WHAT DID HIM BEING COOL

REALLY HAVE TO DO WITH ME?

WELL, THEN,

WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO INSIDE THE HOUSE?

'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO GO IN THERE. THAT'S ALL.

BUT YOU WOULD HAVE GONE IN THERE A WEEK AGO, LIKE BEFORE HE DIED?

I GUESS. I DON'T KNOW.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE, PLEASE?

SURE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT?

I DON'T KNOW,

BUT DON'T YOU HAVE ANY DEPRESSING TATTOOS?

NO.

JUST EMOTIONAL SCARS.

[ chuckles ] NICE.

CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?

WHY DID YOU HANG OUT WITH ME TONIGHT?

YOU SEEMED LIKE THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY

FOR ME TO SPEND MY NIGHT.

I MEAN, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA

HOW AMAZING I THOUGHT YOU WERE?

YEAH, I THINK I DO.

'CAUSE EVERYBODY THOUGHT THAT, RIGHT?

NO, DEFINITELY NOT EVERYBODY.

OR, I DON'T KNOW, I'M SURE IT SUCKED,

EVERYBODY WANTING TO JUMP YOUR BONES ALL THE TIME,

BUT, MAN...

I MEAN, TO BE HONEST,

I NEVER QUITE BELIEVED ANY OF THOSE PEOPLE.

[ chuckles ]

SEEMED LIKE IT HAD MORE TO DO WITH,

I DON'T KNOW, THEM

AND WHAT THEY WERE NEEDING

THAN ME

OR WHAT I REALLY WAS.

WHAT?

DID YOU EVER KNOW CAITLIN GUSTAFSON?

SHE WENT TO SOUTHWEST.

I DON'T THINK SO.

SHE AND I PLANNED THIS, LIKE,

NINE-MONTH BACKPACKING TRIP

THROUGH SOUTH AMERICA SEVEN YEARS AGO.

SO SIX MONTHS IN,

WE WERE CAMPING IN PATAGONIA

AND WE HAVE TO HITCHHIKE TO THE NEXT TOWN OVER.

SO THESE TWO GUYS PICK US UP AND--

JUST REAL MACHO.

THEY SEEMED KIND OF SHADY,

BUT A LOT OF PEOPLE SEEM SHADY AND NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

ANYWAY, WE GOT IN THE CAR AND WE STARTED DRIVING.

NO ONE WAS TALKING,

BUT WE WERE MOVING,

SO IT FELT PRETTY OKAY.

JUST THEN,

LIKE, THE DRIVER

PULLS OVER INTO THIS LITTLE TURNOFF.

AND HE GETS OUT AND HE GOES OVER TO CAITLIN'S SIDE.

AND HE OPENS THE DOOR AND HE SAYS,

"IT'S TIME TO PAY FOR YOUR RIDE."

SHE JUST STARTED CRYING.

AND THE OTHER GUY, NOT THE DRIVER,

LIKE, TAKES OUT THIS KNIFE.

CAITLIN STARTS REALLY FREAKING OUT.

I JUST THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK.

AND THEN

IT HITS ME

WHAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN.

SO I TAKE OFF MY SEAT BELT

AND I GET OUT OF THE CAR.

I WENT OVER TO THE DRIVER AND I SAID,

"YOU TWO CAN'T FUCK MY FRIEND...

BUT YOU CAN FUCK ME."

AND I SAID,

"WE'LL GO INTO THE WOODS.

YOU CAN BOTH HAVE SEX WITH ME.

AND THEN WE'LL COME BACK HERE

AND YOU'LL TAKE US TO THE NEXT TOWN."

AND WE WENT INTO THE WOODS.

WE CAME BACK.

AND THEN...

CAITLIN WENT HOME A WEEK LATER.

OH, MAN.

I JUST REMEMBER THINKING...

THAT I HAD THIS CHOICE:

TO BE HORRIBLY TRAUMATIZED...

AND NOT TO BE.

AND I CHOSE

DOOR NUMBER TWO.

I MEAN, YOU MUST HAVE REALLY CARED ABOUT THAT CAITLIN.

I JUST SAW HER IN THAT MOMENT

AND I KNEW THAT

IF THAT HAPPENED,

SHE'D BE FUCKED FOR LIFE.

AND I KNEW I WOULDN'T BE.

I DON'T KNOW, BUT TO REALLY DO THAT

FOR SOMEBODY ELSE--

I MEAN, THAT'S--

I MEAN, THAT'S FUCKING HORRIBLE.

WELL, I SAW MY FRIEND BLOW UP.

IT WAS ABOUT AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS THAT BUSH OVER THERE.

WE WERE ON PATROL. IT WAS, LIKE, THREE YEARS AGO.

AND WE WERE IN THIS FIREFIGHT--

WELL, NOT EXACTLY A FIREFIGHT.

THERE WAS A SNIPER SHOOTING AT US.

SO THREE OF US ARE PINNED DOWN IN THIS STOREFRONT.

AND THE OTHER THREE ARE ACROSS THE STREET IN THIS FAMILY'S HOUSE.

LIKE, THEY CLIMBED IN THROUGH THE FUCKING WINDOWS.

AND WE'RE JUST SHOOTING UP THIS STREET AT THIS BUILDING,

'CAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE THAT'S WHERE THE SNIPER MIGHT BE.

AND THIS GUY SWANSON--

HE'S LIKE A TALL, LANKY,

KIND OF SCANDINAVIAN GUY--

HE'S CROSSING THE STREET TO COME OVER TO OUR SIDE.

I GUESS WE HAD A BETTER VANTAGE POINT.

SO HE'S RUNNING ACROSS THE STREET AND HE JUST CRUMPLES.

HE GOT SHOT IN THE NECK.

AND THERE'S JUST BLOOD SPURTING OUT

LIKE A FUCKING FAUCET OR WHATEVER.

AND SO THIS GUY GINO--

HE GOES IN TO BRING HIM OUT.

AND THE STREET WAS RIGGED WITH AN I.E.D.

'CAUSE HE GETS ABOUT HALFWAY TO SWANSON

AND THEN,

YOU KNOW, HE JUST DISAPPEARS.

YOU KNOW, I DON'T REMEMBER HEARING ANYTHING.

IT'S JUST HE WAS THERE

AND THEN HE WASN'T.

YOU KNOW, I FALL BACK

AND I HIT MY ELBOW

ON THIS COUNTERTOP THAT WAS BEHIND ME.

AND MY FUNNY BONE IS JUST ON FUCKING FIRE.

SO I CAN'T PICK UP MY WEAPON.

AND I'M JUST SORT OF LIKE STUMBLING AROUND BUMPING INTO SHIT.

AND MEANWHILE, EVERYBODY ELSE IS GOING, LIKE, TOTALLY APESHIT,

LIKE SHOOTING AND SCREAMING

AND ACTING LIKE SOLDIERS, RIGHT?

BUT, LIKE, SECONDS LATER

THE HUMVEES ROLL IN.

THEY SCRAPE UP WHAT'S EVER LEFT OF GINO,

EVAC SWANSON, WHO LIVED, BY THE WAY,

ALTHOUGH HE WAS PRETTY FUCKED FOR A WHILE.

AND, LIKE, 30 MINUTES AFTER THAT I'M BACK IN MY BUNK

WATCHING THESE TWO DUDES PLAY SUPER SMASH BROS.

AND IT'S LIKE MAYBE IT WASN'T EVEN THAT DAY

THAT DID IT, YOU KNOW,

'CAUSE WE SAW FUCKED-UP SHIT ALL THE TIME,

BUT GOD DAMN, THAT DAY WAS BAD.

AND ALL THOSE DUDES ARE JUST FUCKED

IN A WAY THAT, LIKE, A BUNCH OF OTHER DUDES--

LIKE REGULAR GUYS-- AREN'T, YOU KNOW?

SO HERE'S THE THING I KEEP THINKING ABOUT:

WHY ME, RIGHT?

YOU KNOW, WHY AM I THE GUY OUT OF THE FIVE OF US

WHO'S, LIKE, SQUEAKY CLEAN,

WHILE THE REST OF THOSE GUYS

ARE JUST COVERED IN SHIT?

SO YOU FEEL GUILTY?

ABOUT WHAT?

SHOOTING AT PEOPLE?

KILLING THEM?

WANTING TO? I DON'T KNOW.

ABOUT NOT HELPING MY FRIENDS?

FUCK, YES,

I FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THAT SHIT.

WELL, THAT,

BUT I MORE MEANT, DO YOU FEEL GUILTY

ABOUT NOT GOING CRAZY LIKE THE REST OF THE GUYS IN YOUR UNIT?

NO.

OR I MEAN MAYBE. I--

I DON'T KNOW. I THINK IT'S JUST THE WAY LIFE GOES.

LIKE SOME PEOPLE GET HURT REALLY, REALLY BADLY

WHILE OTHER PEOPLE JUST HIT THEIR FUNNY BONE.

AND I DON'T THINK THERE'S A POINT TO REALLY WORRYING ABOUT IT,

BECAUSE THAT'S JUST HOW LIFE GOES.

I--

I MEAN, THAT'S A TERRIBLE STORY.

AND I'M SO SORRY

THAT YOU LIVED THROUGH THAT SHIT,

BUT IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU DIDN'T GET HURT

AS BADLY AS ANYBODY ELSE,

THEN YOU PROBABLY DID SOMETHING TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN.

YOU'RE JUST NOT GIVING YOURSELF ANY CREDIT.

SO I'M SUPPOSED TO BE PROUD OF MYSELF?

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SOMETHING.

I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.

ALL I KNOW IS I'M OKAY.

[ inhales ]

SO WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OKAY?

MAYBE SOMETIMES THINGS ARE BETTER THAN OKAY.

YEAH.

SOMETIMES.

DON'T GO.

- I HAVE TO. - NO, YOU DON'T.

WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

I DON'T KNOW. RUN--

CANADA, MEXICO, WHATEVER.

SEX CHANGE, SAY YOU'RE GAY.

ARE YOU COMING WITH ME?

THEN I'M GOING BACK.

I'M CHOOSING TO GO BACK.

I MEAN, WHAT DO I GOTTA DO? ANOTHER YEAR?

I CAN HANDLE THAT.

AND THEN WHAT?

SOMETHING ELSE.

SOMETHING BETTER, I HOPE.

[ birds chirping ]

WHAT TIME DO YOU THINK IT IS?

I SHOULD PROBABLY GO.

HANG ON. HANG ON.

I KNOW IT'S STUPID, RIGHT?

BUT JUST DON'T GO.

I MEAN, I GOTTA GO TOMORROW

OR, LIKE, TODAY.

BUT I JUST KEEP THINKING, "WHAT IF THIS IS IT?

WHAT IF THIS IS ALL WE GET?"

WHEN YOU GET BACK,

CALL ME.

SAY IT.

I'LL CALL YOU.

"WHEN I GET BACK."

WHEN I GET BACK,

I WILL CALL YOU.

GOOD NIGHT, CASPER.

GOOD NIGHT, REBECCA.

[ instrumental music playing ]

[ ballad playing ]

♪ WE SPENT A FEW DAYS

♪ SEEING HOW IT COULD BE

♪ BUT THE BRIGHT SOUTHERN SKY ♪

♪ MADE IT TOO HARD TO SEE ♪

♪ SO I PRAYED TO THE WIND ♪

♪ THEN WE FLOATED AWAY

♪ BUT YOU KEPT CLIMBING HIGHER ♪

♪ AND I JUST STAYED THE SAME ♪

♪ AND I SEARCHED

♪ BUT I COULDN'T FIND YOU ♪

♪ LOST IN THE SKY

♪ I COULDN'T FIND

♪ MY WAY

♪ AS MY VOICE

♪ STARTED TO BREAK

♪ FROM CALLING OUT

♪ YOUR NAME

♪ THEN SHE FLOATED BACK DOWN ♪

♪ IT HAD BEEN TOO MUCH TIME ♪

♪ SHE COULDN'T RECALL THE SOUND ♪

♪ OF HER ECHOING NAME

♪ ON THE WIND

♪ YOU'LL SEE ME

♪ BUT WON'T RECOGNIZE

♪ MY FACE

♪ THE LINES POINTED

♪ IN DIFFERENT WAYS

♪ YOUR EYES WILL SEE

♪ SOMEONE NEW

♪ THE CAUSE HAS BEEN

♪ TO PROVE

♪ THAT TONIGHT

♪ OUR LOVE IS

♪ A MIGHTY FORTRESS

♪ AND NOTHING CAN COMPLICATE THIS ♪

♪ AND NOTHING CAN DIMINISH ♪

♪ THIS ECSTASY

♪ TONIGHT

♪ OUR LOVE IS

♪ A MIGHTY FORTRESS

♪ AND NOTHING CAN AFFECT THIS... ♪