All language subtitles for Very.Bad.Things.1998.SHOUT.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

(dramatic thumping)

(soft wedding music)

(chattering)
(upbeat music)

(girls giggling)

- [Laura] Honey, you sent in
all the deposit checks, right?

- [Kyle] Yeah, I think so.

- [Laura] What do you mean, you think so?

- I mean, what, I mean,
I sent a lot of checks.

I think I sent them all.

- The wedding cake check?

- Sent it.

- Okay, the photographer?

- Sent it.

- Okay, the hotel for my parents?

- Sent it.

- [Laura] The band?

- Brought that one to them, yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- The tent and judge.

Judge Townsend.
- Uh, honey, the tent?

I don't know about that.

- You forgot the tent check?

- I think--

Why, why would, why did
you forget the tent check

- Why? I forgot.

I forgot.

- You can't play around
with these tent people.

You can't, you can't
play around with them.

- I know, I've been dealing with them.

And believe me, I'm not playing with them.

- Kyle.

I have been doing all
of this by myself, okay?

- I know.
- I have been

busting my ass.

I have done absolutely
everything, everything,

everything, everything,

everything by myself.
- I know.

- Okay, everything has
been on my own, okay?

I've been doing it all.

I bet you didn't forget
the bachelor party checks.

Okay, is that what this,

is that what this is about?

- No!
- 'Cause we could

talk about it.
- No!

Let's go over it again.
- No, no, no.

No, It's okay.
- No, I'm just saying

that I'm sore that those checks

found their way to the mailbox.

That’s all.

- I wouldn't know.

- It amazes me, you know,
it really amazes me.

How you and your little "fun
bunch" can become so organized

when it comes to mobilizing to Vegas.

- It's not, it's not me doing it.

It's them handling it all.

- And I'm sore that Boyd
is the creative force

behind all of this.

- Yeah, Boyd, Boyd's
organizing the whole thing.

- Robert Boyd is a big sack of hot gas.

(cell phone ringing)

- Robert Boyd.

Tina, great, okay.

Here's the deal,

we're talking five guys.

Nice guys, Tina.

My friends.

Yeah. well, I'm calling you directly

so you don't have to
go through the agency.

Hey, could you please not enter the house?

That's correct.

Cash straight to you.

Could you hold on?

Could you please wait off the property?

- We're just trying to sneak a peek.

- Well, just stay off the
property until I'm off the phone.

- Why?

- 'Cause that's the way we do it.

Chop, chop.

So, it's five guys,

900 bucks, just dancing.

Anything else is extra.

Are you in?

- It's just how I feel.

I feel that, at some point in time,

you're going to have to reevaluate

some of your friendships.

- Well, okay.

Specifically, specifically who?

Charles Moore.

- You don't like Moore?

- I just don't see him in the big picture.

- Okay, but realize, I've known
him since the third grade.

- [Laura] well, he's weird.

- [Kyle] He's quiet.

- [Laura] He's weird.

- [Kyle] Hon, he just doesn't talk a lot.

- [Laura] why, I mean,
is he mildly retarded?

He never speaks!
- He's a mechanic.

- Well, he's weird, Kyle,
and frankly, I really,

I, I expect more from you.

- Yeah, okay, wha, you expect more what?

- You are going to be
hungover for three days,

Like those guys on
Oprah who, who get drunk

and have disgusting sex with prostitutes,

and then they go ahead, and
they just say their vows.

They say their vows with the stench

of cheap hotel whore sex all over them.

- That's absurd!

Listen to yourself.
- It's vile, Kyle.

- It's not vile.
- I've seen it on television.

I'm not gonna do--
- what do you mean

it's not vile?
- I'm not gonna marry you

with the cheap smell of hotel whore sex--

- I am not to be common, Kyle, okay?

I am a creature like no other.

I know that.

I am a creature like no other.

And I will not, I will not be common.

Do you understand me?
- I got you.

- Is that too much to ask, Kyle?

Is it too much to ask?

- You won't be common!

Honey, take it.

Are we going to eat,
or am I just going to--

- Honey,

do you love me?

- Of course I, I love you.

Of course I love you.

- How much?

- I love you with all my heart.

- Kiss me.

- Look, it's just insecurity.

- I don't know.

She's just really been stressing.

- It's insecurity,
nut-gnawing gut-splitters.

- What does that mean?

- It means she's insecure.

- About what?

- About--

Mike Berkow.

Just a second.

All right, big man.

14.3, thank you.

17.5.

Four six, 29.63, at nine.

- [Kyle] Look at him.

- I'm amazed that the windows
don't blow out of their

fucking sockets with all
the ass-puckering rage

in these soulless lizards.

- You know, I just,

I just want her to be happy.

- Same alarm clock every morning.

Same two pops on the same snooze button.

Same shower, towel,
toothbrush, razor, blazer,

hair pump, gel spray.

It's a fucking epidem--

- [Assistant] The Beatrice accounts.

- It's an epidemic, Fisher.

You're getting married, baby huh.

I'm not going to candy coat it.

It just gets worse.

It's an 18-wheel cement truck

That's gonna crush every
bone in your big body.

- Well, I'm not breathing
right lately, either.

- Course you're not.

- I, I just start getting,
like, lightheaded and dizzy,

and then the next thing I know,

I realize I haven't breathed
in, like, in two minutes.

That's because you're in it--

- Hey, hey, hey, we're
leaving from my house

in three hours, okay?

If you wanna come, you
better get your numbers

in order by then.

- All right, first of all--

- No "first of all."

I'm not in a game mood, okay?

- We were having a conversation, okay?

You never said excuse me.

- I'm sorry.

Fisher, I'm sorry.

- That's all right, we'll be there, Adam.

I know you’ll be ready.

Michael, three hours.

- [Michael] Okay, all right.

- Look at that big,
blind, gawky bitch boy.

- Well, he's your brother.

- Freaks me out, man.

You know that?

Panic junky, I wanna smack him.

I don't deserve that.

- Kyle Fisher.

- We've got problems.

- Problems?

Seating problems.

- Okay, well, uh--
- Okay, first they said

it was understood that we were supposed

to have gold-trimmed padded seats, right?

And now they’re trying to tell me

that there’s some sort of misunderstanding

and that now we can't have padded ones!

Okay, so what kind of
seats can we have, then

- Non-padded ones!

- So what do we do about it?

- [Laura] well, you're
gonna go down there.

- Go down to where?

- You're gonna go down,

and you're gonna straighten
out those chair people.

- What, honey, I'm going
to Vegas in three hours.

- I need your help!

- I'll call from the road.

- Do you love me?

- Do I-- More than I ever imagined
I could ever love anyone.

- Straighten out these chairs?

- Okay, listen, we're leaving from Adam's.

Why don't you come down and see me off?

- Maybe.

- [Lois] Timmy, Adam Jr.,
take a good look at this,

and notice how clean-cut and well-behaved

they all appear.

Respectable members of modern society.

- [Adam] That's us.

- [Lois] Okay, boys, smile.
- [Adam Jr.] Smile, Dad, smile.

- Smile!

Hey.

- [Lois] Smile, smile, smile,

- [Adam] we're smiling!
- And all right.

[Lois] As you were!

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye

I love you.

I love you, have a
really, really good time.

I'll be back tomorrow.

- [Lois] No, hey, hey, hey,

no, no, don't let
anybody smoke in the car,

because Adam Jr. gets sick, okay?

- Okay, I'm gonna--

- Did you hear that, Boyd?

No smoking.

I'm so serious.

- I'll drive, come on.

- Not on your life.

- Boyd, do you promise on
camera that you won't smoke?

Uh, I won't smoke.

- Good, thank you.

Got it on camera

I'm coming, honey!

- Dye, Dad.
- Don't smoke!

- We won't smoke.
- Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

- [Michael] Vegas!

- [Lois] All right, dog needs a flea bath.

Let's go.

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

(bouncy rock music)

(singing in foreign language)

- Oh, what if I bring the wrong thing?

What if I bring cucumber soup?

- [Boyd] who cares!

You’re a fucking moron!

Shut up!
- My fuckin' opinion.

It's a stupid fuckin' opinion, okay?

- [Michael] Oh, thank you.

- You have developed this
incredibly annoying habit

of talking just for the pleasure
of bearing yourself speak.

- Listen, he, Boyd brought up statistics--

- Hey, hey, hey!

Leave me out of this.

The hell I did.

- The hell you didn't, you said--

- The hell I did.

- You said one out of every
two marriages ends in divorce.

You said it.

- I didn't--
- You're an asshole, Adam.

- You're an asshole.

- Oh, why am I an asshole?

Multiple reasons.

- Gimme one.
- No.

- Name one reason.
- No!

- Gimme one reason.
- I'm not going

To give you a reason
- You can't give me a reason.

- I don't have to,
- Give me one reason.

- Give you a reason
- Give it to me.

- If I don't wanna.
- Shut up!

- I want one reason.

- Shut up for one second.

- Give me a reason.

I want a reason.

- Shut up!
- Shut up!

- [Adam] You're just an asshole.

Live with it.

- Is this Culver Party Rentals?

Yeah, can I speak to
whoever's in charge of chairs?

- Can’t you wait til we get back there?

- I'll pay you for the call, okay?

- I'm on a monthly rate, here.

How am I going to tell
what call is your call?

- Just use my phone.

- Hey, don't be ridiculous.

- No, you're being ridiculous.

You're bein' a tightwad!

- A tightwad, huh?
- Yeah!

- Why don't you just
say what you mean, huh?

Jew, say it!

- All right, you're a Jew!

- Yeah, "Jew."

I knew it.
- You're being a Jew!

- I knew it was coming, you

goyishe fuck!

- Shut up!

Hello?
- Cheap bastard!

- I'd like to speak to
somebody in chairs, please.

Hola.
- You drive like a Jew!

- Ah, how does a Jew drive?

- Pour hours and 15 minutes.

I can make Vegas in three and change.

- I'm not getting a ticket.

I'm not gonna get a ticket for you.

- You slow-driving son of a bitch!

- Yes, is this--
- Let's go!

- Tony, this is Kyle Fisher.

I have a wedding in a week.

We have, you’re doing my
wedding with the chairs.

- [Boyd] Every car is passing us.

- Yeah, I'll hold.

- Hold?

You're gonna hold?

For Chrissakes, call
him when we get there.

- You're being a Jew!

- [Adam] Please get off the goddamn phone.

- Yes, I'm holding for Tony in chairs.

- [Adam] Don't hold anymore!
- [Kyle] I have a chair problem.

Hang up!

It's 45 cents a minute!

- [Kyle] No, I'm not Tony.

I'm holding for Tony.

(slow groove music)

♪ Your love, your love ♪

♪ Supernatural thing ♪

♪ Your love, your love ♪

♪ Supernatural thing ♪

♪ Oh babe ♪

♪ Your love, your love, your love ♪

♪ Supernatural thing ♪

(fireworks booming)

♪ Your love, your love ♪

♪ Supernatural thing ♪

- Hello?
- Hi.

- Hello?
- Hey!

- Is it, hello, baby, is that you?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Are you calling me from jail?

- Not yet.

- Hey, did you check
out the chair situation?

- What?

- What about the chairs?

The chairs?

I made three calls,

- what, three calls?

- But I can't stop thinking
about how much I love you.

- Well, you should.

- Well, I do.

What are you doing?

- Oh, just a bit of organizing.

- Are you nesting?

- Yeah, I'm nesting.

Go have some fun.

Not too much, okay?

- Okay, I'm gonna go
have fun with my friends,

but not too much.

(uptempo techno music)

- And you know in your heart

That it is just a matter of time,

All day, bullets flying,
babies are getting shot.

If I'm the king of Israel, right,

- Israel does not have a king.

- What the hell do they have?

- They have a president.

President Yahoo.

- Okay, I'd say to myself,

Yahoo, (laughs)

take a look at the map.
- Yeah?

- Look what’s all around you.

People who are wishing
horrible, bad, bad things

for you and your people.

(yelling)

- Buck's gonna stop right here, buddy.

Not going to happen with me.

My kid don't know the six
fuckin' New England states,

he has trouble with geography,

I'm not gonna stick that shit in his face.

I'm gonna help the little guy, you know?

- That's right.
- Put him in the car.

Take him to Maine for the lobster dinner.

That's how you teach a kid.

Go skiing in Vermont.

- [Adam] That's it, take him skiing!

Or Yankee stadium for a hot dog.

- That's the way, you gotta,
- I'm just saying, it's not,

you don't stare him down.

- No, don't stare him down.

- I'm not gonna do it!

- Do not, eyeball your kids.

- That's my point exactly!
- what?

What is your point?

- Take Mexico!

Think about it.

The Mexicans would love it.

They're dying for a
little order down there.

Fist of all,

you get what I'm saying.

You know exactly what I'm saying.

Let the Israelis work it out!

They kind of all look alike!

The Jews and the Mexicans!

So I think, on a whole,

your average Joe Mexican's

Gonna have less of a problem
gettin' his head around

the whole fucking assimilation thing!

Am I right?

- Yeah!

I mean, I tell mine,

I tell mine they're little men.

I tell 'em that they're strong,

that they make me feel icy.

I let 'em know, man.

I mean, I really, I really let 'em know

that they are just, just as important.

They mean just as much.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Mm-hmm. Yes.

- Just as much, man.
- Yes, yes.

- [Adam] And you're their godfather.

- I know, and I'm honored.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- No, I'm not?

- No, no, you're the godfather,

Bot I'm saying, what I'm saying is,

If anything ever happens to me,

- ob, brother, don't even, yeah.

Don't worry about it.

Because that is the point here, okay?

That is what I'm driving for.

Because, man, when the big storm comes

and all the forests are knocked down

and all the rocks have fallen away

and, and the leaves are bare,

what's left?

What is left?

The little trees.

The little fellas that
the storm didn't see.

The tiny, little fellas.

That's where it's--

- The stripper's here.

(uptempo funky rock music)

- Excellent.

- Gentlemen,

this, is Tina.

Hey, boys.

- Hi.

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ What's that spell, fuck,
what's that spell, fuck ♪

♪ What's that spell, fuck,
what's that spell, fuck ♪

♪ What's that spell, fuck ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

(distorted guitar)

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

- Fish!

- She's all yours, buddy.

Anything you want, man, bought and paid.

Whoo!

- I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

♪ What's that spell, fuck
what's that spell, fuck ♪

♪ What's that spell, fuck
what's that spell, fuck ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

♪ Flinch, you'll get a fucking
gun butt to your out ♪

(mid tempo techno music)

- I'll take a ride.

♪ I said hallelujah to
the sixteen loyal fans ♪

♪ You'll get down on your mothafuckin' knees ♪

♪ And it's time for your
sickness again ♪

- I didn't jump the gun, did I?

I feel a vibe.

I feel a vibe a little bit.
- vibe, yeah.

- I'm Michael.

(crowd cheering)

- Did I do okay out there?
- Yeah, you kidding?

I'm just in Vegas gambling,
just spending money.

- You're so beautiful.
- Did you win anything?

Look at this.
- okay.

- Not what you thought, huh?

Woo! (laughing)

- okay, you do know it's 500 right?

- Yeah, ob yeah, no problem.

Bot yeah, I mean, 500 of my dollars?

- Right.

- But I thought, Boyd didn't pay?

- No, Boyd didn't pay, it's 500.

Straight sex, nothing kinky.

- No, no, I'm not going to use you

as a band puppet or anything.

I just want to make sweet love to you

because you have no idea
what you've gotten into.

(yelling)

- ob yeah.

[Announcer] Trying to get his legs up,

so he can try to--

- See, you didn't think it
would he like this, did you?

- Yeah, no I--
- You thought

I was some punk, didn't you.

You thought I was

a little punk.
- Oh yeah.

- Pumped up, pumped up!

- Oh yeah, good boy.
- This isn't work,

is it? Not work.
- Oh no.

[Announcer] Look at the jump he did,

sticking it in there.

Take it!

Take it!

Take it!

Easy, baby.

Aah!

(glass crashes)

(grunting)

♪ Is it time for you to get down ♪

♪ Get down on your knees ♪

♪ Hallelujah, it's 6:10 in the mornin' ♪

♪ It's time to get down,
it's time to let go ♪

- Cool. (laughs)

- You fucking maniac!

You--

(all laughing)

- I fucked up.

Oh, my God!

- Oh!
- Jesus Christ!

- Don't touch her, don't
touch her, don't touch her!

- Gall g-1-1!
- Don't move.

We were playing.

We were playing.

- I think she's dead.

- How do you know she's dead?

- She's got no fucking pulse!

- Listen, you don't know
what the hell you're doing.

- She's got no pulse!
- Just get back.

All right, where do you look?

What side of the neck?

- Left, left, left side.

- Either side, you idiot!

I'm calling g-1-1.

- We were playing, and
she bumped her head.

- Bumped, bumped?

She's got a fucking spike in her head!

- Adam, wait!
- What?

- What are you doing?
- What're you talking about?

- What do you think you're doing?

- I'm calling the ambulance!

- Just wait one, wait one second.

Okay?

- Michael?
- I'll take it out.

- Michael?
- I can take it out.

- What the fuck have you done?

- Why are you calling an ambulance?

She's dead.

I'm sorry, sorry.

- Oh, God, just call the police.

- No.

- Just call g-1-1.

- I slipped.

- What did you do, goddamn it?

- Nothing.
- what the fuck did you do,

you little shit?!!

- Get outta here!

- All right, all right, just calm down.

- It was an accident!

- Everybody just get a hold of
themselves, here, all right?

- You are a lying deviant!

- It was an accident!

- Are you sure--

- Yes, I'm sore!

- What were you doing?

- The floor was wet, so I slipped.

- Why was the floor wet?

- I don't know.
- why was the floor wet?

Why, goddamn it?

Why, you little fucking pervert?

- Come on, damn it,

take it easy.
- You don't

fucking know!

- Calm down.

We're not helping anything
by losing our temper.

Let's just get our heads together.

Okay?

Whatever we associate
in our nervous system

determines our behavior.

- You fucking guys.

You fucking guys.

You fucking guys.

You fucking guys!

- Now let's just take a second here,

and take a hold of the situation

and review our options.

- We call the police!

- Okay, call the police,

that's good.

That's one option.

- That is not an option!

This is not multiple choice here.

Yes, it is!

- There are always options, Adam.

- You fucking guys!

- We can definitely call the police.

That's an easy call.

Now, if we call the police,

what happens?

They come up here,

they find a dead
prostitute in the bathroom,

and then they ask us what happened.

What the hell are you gonna tell 'em?

You bad nothing to do with it?

You didn't know she was a prostitute?

I mean, that it was all Michael here?

Your brother, by the way.

- You don't mess around with a homicide.

- What about the alcohol,
narcotics, think about it!

Don't tell me there are no options.

There are always fucking options.

- What is the choice?

What are you, what options?

- We can bury her out in the desert.

Oh, sure, why not?

No, no, he's right, he's right.

He's right.

He's right.

- We could take her up to Red Rock.

Find some nice quiet place

and just put her in the ground.

We can do this.

We can get her out of here.

- Have you lost your fucking mind?

- Nobody knows she's here.

I called her personally.

Nobody knows.

- Her blood is all over the bathroom.

Don't you think we got a little
bit of a DNA problem here?

- It's a marble floor, we can clean it up.

- They'd get us on
accessory to murder, Adam.

- It's not accessory, okay?

I didn't do shit.

- That's not the point, Adam.

I mean, the room is covered with blow,

Moore look like he went at it
with a fucking mountain lion.

I mean, the room looks
like the Manson family

stayed here a month.

This is a major thin-ice
situation we got here.

- I'm getting' married, guys.

- I have got a wife, and
I've got two boys, okay?

Don't tell me.

- Let's just take a vote, a simple vote.

We got two choices.

One, we clean up this mess right now,

bury it out in the desert,

go home, and never look back.

Or, we can easily call the police,

roll the dice, take cur chances,

and pray to God that it's only

Michael who falls.

The choices are simple,
it's desert or police.

Desert.

- Fucking desert.

- Uh-uh.
- Fish,

I owe you, bro.

I owe you, man.

Desert.

- Nobody knows she's here.

- Oh, God, oh, God.

- How do we get her out of here?

We can wrap her up in blankets,

bring the car around to
the back of the hotel,

lower her gently down off the balcony,

put her in the car, we're done.

- Jesus Christ, have you done this before?

The reality is, you take away
the horror of the situation,

take away the tragedy of the death,

take away the moral and
ethical implications

of all the crap that
you've had conditioned

and beaten into your head since grade one,

What are we left with?

What?

It's a 105-pound problem.

105 pounds that's gotta be moved

from point A to point B.

Now, a straight line is
the shortest distance

between two points,

but we're denied the luxury
of a visible straight line,

but that line exists, and I see it.

I see that line.

Trust me.

Adam, trust me.

(knocking on door)

- [Guard] Hotel security,
could you please open the door?

- Oh, fuck.

- [Guard] Hello?

Hotel security.

- What do they want?

Shit.

Ob, fuck.

- They know.
- Calm down.

- Hello?
- Goddamn it, they know!

They know! Let's just tell them--

Tell them right new!
- No, he'll leave.

- Just keep your voice down.
- They have cameras

in the ceiling.

- Shot up!
- Relax.

- Shut up.
- Shh, shh.

- We don't have time.

Shut op, shut up.

Shh.

He's gone.

He's gone.

(lock clicks)

- Hello?

Hotel security.

- Hi, how are you?

- Y'all didn't hear me knocking?

- No, we heard you.

Mmm, yeah, you guys making
a lot of noise tonight.

What is it, a toga party?

- It's a bachelor party.

- Well, y'all going to
have to keep it down.

- Well, we will, we will.

We absolutely will.

Listen, we're very, very
sorry, we apologize.

We've been partying a little bard,

but we're all getting
ready to go to sleep.

- Mmm-mmm.

Well, this is gonna be a problem.

Someone’s going to have to pay.

- Yeah, we're going to take care of that

first thing in the morning.

- Yeah, you will.

What the hell gets into you people?

- Drugs and alcohol.

- Well, I got no problem with that.

(all laughing)

Dr. Bigbucks.

- Hey, how about a beer?

No, maybe some other time.

- Listen, we're very,
very sorry, we apologize.

We didn't mean any
disrespect to the hotel.

We're very sorry.

Hey, hey, don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it at all.

Just as long as you keep it down.

What the fuck is that?

Sir, please, before you go in there,

I just want to explain.

Can I talk to you one second, please?

D-d-don't go in there yet.

We were calling g-1-1, right when you came,

I swear to God.

This is not what it looks like.

Go in there and put your fucking pants on.

- [Michael] I'm not going
to put my pants back on.

No, you get dressed.

GOddamn it, I'll handle this.

- Just get back, just get back.

Everybody just get, just move back.

- [Michael] The floor was wet, sir.

She completely slipped.

- [Guard] Get me a phone.

Just get me a telephone.

- All right, back up, back up!

He wants us to back up.

I want everybody just to move back.

Just take your fucking hands off me!

(all shouting)

Clear a path!

- Don't let him bleed on the carpet!

- All right, get out, get cut!

Shut the door!

Come over here!

Help me!
Jesus, oh, shit!

Son of a bitch!

(all shouting)

- [Guard] You motherfuckers!

- All right he'll bleed out.

He'll bleed out!

- Oh, my God!

- He'll bleed dry.

Think anybody--
(door bangs)

- Aw guys!

- Die, you son of a bitch!

(Guard screaming)

- [Guard] Please! Please!

(somber violin music)

- Alright.

It's all right.

Come on.

Come on.

Bingo.

New plan.

No, no.

Not so much of a new
plan as a modification

on the old one.

- I'm calling the police.

So help me God, you
touch that fuckin' phone,

I'll bury you with them.

Surrender is no longer an option.

I repeat, it is not an option.

Is there anyone here who
does not understand that?

Little gut check time, fellas.

Time for some serious self-exploration.

How do I function?

For real, no more bullshit.

Can I keep my cool when
they bounce my bananas,

when they won't play my song,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?

You get me?

Do you get me?

- Not really, no.

- That's not a problem.

Understand not my words,
but follow my orders.

Follow my orders.

Let me be the success coach.

(upbeat funky music)

♪ I likes to party ♪

♪ I likes to party ♪

♪ I likes to party ♪

♪ I likes to party ♪

♪ When you wanna party ♪

♪ And party, party hearty ♪

♪ Hold up, I likes to party, hold up ♪

♪ When you're getting down ♪

♪ No sense in messing around ♪

♪ Hold up, hold up ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

♪ When you wants to move ♪

♪ And trying to stroke a groove ♪

♪ Hold up, hold up ♪

♪ And when you feel a tingle ♪

♪ And your body wants to intermingle ♪

♪ Hold up, hold up ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

♪ Talking 'boot do it, fluid ♪

(mid tempo Latin rock music)

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What?
- We can't do this.

- We've already done this.

No, no, I mean the suitcases.

We can't bury them like
this in the suitcases.

- Why not?

- Because it's sacrilegious.

- How do you figure?

- According to Jewish law,

the blood and the limbs

are considered to be a sacred
part of the human spirit.

The body has to be united,

or the soul can't rest in peace.

- What the hell?

That's what we're doing.

- No, no, it's not.

We get their parts all mixed together.

We can't do this to them.

- She's Asian.

They don't have Jews in Asia.

- That is absolutely not true.

Michael, do they have Jews in Asia?

Huh?
- They have, yes, they do.

They have Jews in Asia.

He is correct.

- What the fuck are we supposed to do?

- We're going to have to
open up the suitcases.

We're going to unpack the bodies

and reunite the appropriate limbs.

- No fucking way!

- That's what we're gonna do!
- No fucking way!

- We have to do this, goddamn it!

- Adam, we got to get going.

The sun's coming up.

Come on!

- I am not flexible on this.

- Let's do it.

- I've got her head.

This is her head.

- I got a combo situation.

- Do you have any of him?

- I have, that's her.

- Watch your step, all right?

Hey, hey!

- I've got a mop.

- Just open the fucking bags up!

- Adam, heads up.

- Jesus Christ!

Don't just toss it around, goddamn it!

Show a little fucking respect!

- I have her lower leg.

Okay, I have his upper
leg and her lower leg.

I have his upper leg and her lower leg

And they don't go together!

- How do we get started, Adam?

- Look, if you don't want to
do it, just sit the fuck down!

- Great fucking idea!

Everybody's losing their goddamned minds!

Hold on, is this her stuff here?

- That's her!

That's him!

- All right, let's do this.

- All right, somebody get his torso,

Find his torso.

Forget the head, we'll just start.

- We got the head.
- we'll start with black,

then we'll go to the Asian, all right?

We're gonna make you very happy.

- Okay, you don't do nothing.

- I got toes!
- okay, relax.

- I got toes.

I have somebody's toes.

- Okay?

All right.

(all grunting)

Allow me to be the first to
say that what we have done here

is not a good thing.

It's clearly not a good thing,

but it was, given the circumstances,

the smart play.

I'm proud of us.

I am proud of each and every one of us.

It's gonna be okay.

We performed under the most complex

and nerve-shattering of situations.

I mean, each one of us stood fast,

and we all delivered.

I feel proud.

- We're going to hell.

Hell or prison,

whichever comes first.

- That's wrong.

That is flat-out wrong, Adam.

You gotta change your associations.

Hell is for cowards, for hypocrites,

for people who fear to
live by the strength

of their own conviction.

Now, this is war!

Given the circumstances,

and given the fact that we are alive

and they are not,

we've all chosen life over death.

I mean, two wrongs don't make a right,

so our conviction and execution

would only mean more death here,

not less.

- I don't know, Boyd.

Just seems to me ever since you started

this personal growth, self-help,
power fucking dysfunctional

fucking bullshit, you are all fucked up

in the head!

- Don't even go there.

You don't know what the hell

you're talking about, all right?

Personal strength has
nothing to do with this.

True, it's helped me to unlock energies

and see my options more clearly,

but to give it credit for all of this

is a little bit more than they deserve.

- Don't you think we ought to say

some words over the bodies?

- What kind of words?

- Like a, a prayer.

- Go ahead.

Dear God,

I don't fucking know how to pray.

- Say what's on your mind.

- Speak from the heart.

Let it flow.

Dear God--

- This is pathetic.
- You're pathetic.

- What'd you say?

- You're not a team player.

- Don't point at me.

- You've never been a team player.

That's why you don't have any friends.

- What are you talking about?

I have friends.

- The hell you do.
- The hell I don't.

- You have acquaintances.

Business friends,
superficial golf buddies.

You've always been a fringe player.

- Don't point at me.

- You have some serious
male-on-male intimacy problems.

- What are you fucking talking about?

- You can't deal with men!

- Guys, maybe new is
not the time for this.

- Come on, Fisher, this
is the perfect time.

This is real time.

We're in the moment.

Adam, your brother and myself

as well as several others present

have always felt that you were

a fully repressed, living-in-major-denial,

lock-down flyboy.

- What?

- Fire in the hole, big guy.

- What?

- Dear God, please forgive us

For what we've done here tonight.

We've lost our way.

Speaking for myself,

I am deeply in love with the woman

I am about to marry,

and I am very much looking
forward to raising a family

and being a positive member of society.

We promise, if you forgive us,

that we will never forget this tragedy

and we will try with all our power

to use it as a daily reminder

that we are on this earth
to do good, not evil.

Let us move from this day forward

with new spirit and purpose.

You have given us a second chance,

so let us take that second chance

and use it to fuel our
fires of productivity

so that the spirits of the two people

that we buried here
tonight can forever live on

in our good deeds and
positive achievements

that we, from this day forward,
shall make our lives' work.

Thank you, God,

and once again,

please give us your guidance
and your forgiveness. Amen.

(water splashing)

(funky techno music)

♪ I think I slip the net ♪

♪ But I cut myself free ♪

♪ I'm not losing yet ♪

♪ So don't forget me ♪

♪ I'll say it, replay
it, and try tomorrow ♪

♪ I'll say it, replay it,
and live with sorrow ♪

♪ You'd think I'd learn by now ♪

♪ There's never an easy way ♪

♪ I'll get through somehow ♪

♪ I'm on my knees to pray ♪

♪ You'd think I'd learn by now ♪

♪ There's never an easy way ♪

♪ I'll get through somehow ♪

♪ I'm on my knees ♪

- Hello?

- It's me.

- Hey!

- I'm on the road.

We're running a little late.

- Really, how late?

- Um, like an hour.

- Honey, did you check on the chairs?

- What?

- Did you check on the chairs?

- Okay.
- okay what?

- What?
- what, yeah.

What about the chairs?

I left a message.

Everything’s going to be okay.

- Yeah, you sound a little funny, boney.

Did you do the cocaine last night?

- Um, nope.

I'm gonna be home in,
like, four hours, ok, hon?

- Did you have fun?

Was it fun, honey?

- [Adam] You think he had kids?

- What?

- Children.

Do you think that man was a father?

- I don't know.

- I got a really bad feeling,

that he had children.

- I don't know.

I think he was too young to have children.

- We're gonna burn for this.

- [Lois] Come on, guys.

Daddy's home.

Let's go, Adam Jr.

- Where did you go, Dad?

- Today is the beginning
of the rest of our lives.

- Hi, Daddy!

- Oh,

- Honey, honey, we have to go.

- My soccer game's today.

You were gonna drive me and my friends.

You have to.

- Nobody says anything to anybody, ever.

Right?

- Let's go.

The idea is to be able to,
like, look at everybody

and know that they're all
in the same wedding, right?

I mean, I just want to
make sure that everything’s

sort of pressed.

I don't want to look like
it's been hanging on a hanger

all the time.

I want everything to be, like,

I just want them to all
look like they're just,

you know, clean.

Here, let me, let me help,
I'll help you with that.

Your nails are filthy.

I don't care, like, just for the day,

all I ask is that they're
clean for the day.

After that, I don't
care what happens, okay?

- Okay.

- Hi, Boyd.
- Hey.

- Okay, um, basically,

are you gonna stand like this?

- I'll stand any way you
would like me to stand.

- Michael,

Mike, what is, what happened here?

He gave me a collar center
because I have an irregular size.

- An irreg--
- I'm in between sizes.

My neck is wide, and--

- This looks like it hurts.

- It does.
- Does it hurt?

- Yeah, I can't really breathe.

Is this your shirt?

Did you bring this, or is this theirs?

- It's theirs.

- Okay, well, this is
just totally unacceptable.

How are you feeling?

Put your arms down.

If you can just take it in
on the sides right here,

right here, right here.

- He's got two kids,

goddamn it, just like I said!

Two fucking kids, goddamn it!

- Calm the fuck down!

Let's move on past the
fucking blaming shit.

Okay, now, where'd you get this?

- At the news stand on Third.

FUcking Boyd, that fucking idiot!

Goddamn it,

they're onto us!
- They're not onto us.

Boyd, did you read the paper?

Is that him?

Is that him?

Gimme that!
- Goddamn it, calm down.

- Boyd, you fucking idiot!

This shit is coming down, man!

That's just nothing.

That's just a stupid missing
persons thing, that's all.

- You got us into this mess!

I did?

From what I remember, it
was your rat-fuck brother

that decided to play chop suey

with the hooker's fucking head.

- Will you shut up?!
- Calm down.

- Shut up!

These fucking phones
aren't secure, goddamn it!

Just listen up, would you, please, Adam?

All right?

Just show some character.

Walk through some fucking fear.

- Don't talk to me about character, pal.

- Watch the tone, fella, okay?

- Fuck you, Boyd!
- Give me the phone.

- Fuck you, too, snake eyes, cocksucker!

- Puck you!
- Shut up.

Boyd?

They have my credit card
imprint, you know that, Boyd?

- He bung up, goddamn it!

- Fucking asshole!

Fucking--

- Look what you did, goddamn it!

Look what you did!

Re... focus... your mind!

Control... your... fear!

(kids yelling)

- Knock it off!
- Hey, don't snap at them.

- They're making me nuts!

- No, they're singing.

- It's a disgusting song.

- Well, you taught it to them.

Guys, guys, be quiet.

Your daddy's in a really, really bad mood,

and if you're really good,

you're gonna get some Whizzers,

I promise.

- [both] whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!
- okay, okay, yeah.

High-five, all right.
- We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers, whizzers!

Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

(police radio chattering)

- Hey, how you like the minivan?

- [Kids] we want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

- So, how do you like your minivan?

- Pine.

- [Kids] Whizzers!

We want Whizzers!

- No, no, honey.

Honey, go in there and
get them some Whizzers.

What?

- They're screaming for Whizzers.

Just go in there and get some Whizzers.

- I'm not going in there.

- They are screaming like monsters.

It's giving me a headache.

- Honey, I used the credit card

so I don't have to go in there!

- Go get them some fucking Whizzers!

Whizzers, Whizzers!

Whizzers!
- Whizzers, Whizzers!

- Thank you, go.

Please, Whizzers.

- [Kids] we want Whizzers!

- Love you!

(dramatic music)

- Whizzers, Whizzers, Whizzers?

Fucking Whizzers!

- [officer] Excuse me.

- Yeah, sure.

No, no problem.

(yells)

ob, ab, jeez!

I'm sorry.

I, I got it.

I got it, sorry!

I'm sorry.

- Just leave it.

Leave it and get cut.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

- Buddy, you okay?

- Hey, whoa!

- What the hell is wrong with you?

Just get out!

- Yay!
- Dad's got the Whizzers!

Dad's got the Whizzers!

Dad's got the Whizzers!

Dad's got the Whizzers!

Here he comes!

- [Lois] where are the Whizzers?

- [Adam] They didn't have any Whizzers.

- [Lois] what do you mean,
they don't have any Whizzers?

- [Adam] They didn't have
any fucking Whizzers, okay?

- What are you doing?

What is your problem?

- [Adam] what is your goddamn problem?

[Lois screams]

- [Kids] Dad!

- Oh, Oh.

- Nice to see you.
- Laura!

Oh, my God!

You look so beautiful!

I love that dress.

Ob, my God, have you seen Amanda?

Ob, my God, come here.

She's wearing the same
exact dress she wore

to Heidi's wedding.

- I'm losing it, Fish.

- Hey, now, how's it going?

Nice to see you.

Nice to see you.

- I got a migraine like a fucking monkey

kicking in the side of my--

- I get you, I get you.

Hi, Hi, Cynthia.

Nice to see you.

Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Wilshire.

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

Just, please, not now.

- Where's the bathroom?
- It's just past--

- Where's the fucking bathroom?!

- It's past the bar!

- Excuse me.

- Here's a picture of Kyle, age four,

and his good friend, Jo-Jo the mule.

Now, evidently,

when they got to camp,

Kyle and Boyd over there

bad some serious arguments.

- Try and get me in the mouth.

- Shh.

- Who exactly was Kyle's best
friend, Boyd or the mule?

- Well, Fish bad a
less-than-normal relationship

with that ass.

- [Kyle] You're just jealous, Boyd.

Well, be that as it may,

after camp came football.

And for those of you

who didn't follow the
sports pages back in 1977,

you might not remember the
Peewee Powerhouse of Oklahoma,

who, under the brilliant
leadership of yours truly,

managed to roll to an auspicious
league record of Oh for 12,

scoring exactly not one damn touchdown.

Speaking of the quarterback,
here's Kyle without his jersey,

but he was the quarterback
- where are you going?

- For that wonderful team.

But you can see, he was a husky kid then,

and he's a husky kid now,

whose great talent was persistence.

They showed up.

They didn't score much.

They didn't score at all.

(laughs) But they showed up.

So, now I'd like to propose my toast,

to the groom and, his wonderful bride.

God bless.

God bless.
- God bless.

- Adam, what's wrong, man?

I can't,

I can't fucking breathe.

- What's wrong?
- Fish, I'm sorry.

- Okay!
You're freaking

me out, brother.

- That was definitely not cool,

definitely inappropriate behavior.

- [Kyle] Just shut up for a second.

Negative!

This is not what you've worked out

in terms of self-management here, Adam.

Come on!

Pull it together.

- He's having some kind

of problem?
- what's the problem, Adam?

- What is the fucking problem, huh?

Come on.

- I just, I just,

We're gonna get caught.
- We're not gonna get caught.

- I know we're gonna get caught.

They're eyeballing my minivan.

- [Boyd] Who, what?

At the mini mart.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- They're smoking me out!

- Who's smoking you out?

- Nobody is smoking you out!

Shut up!

- Kyle!
- Yeah?

What, hon??

- Honey,
- Yeah?

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything’s fine.

Great.

- Okay, can we go back inside?

- Yeah, sure.

- Honey, now, now.

Can we go inside?
- I just have these,

um, we have these,

yeah, we gotta,

groomsmen's last-minute
preparations to make.

- We've got a rehearsal
dinner going on inside.

- Dad, everything's fine, okay?

- I'm in the middle of my
goddamn toast in there!

- Why don't the two of you go back inside,

you get back into the toast,

and I'll be back in, okay?

So just go on, please.

- Honey, we have a
rehearsal dinner here, okay?

- [Boyd] Everything’s beautiful.

Your wife looks beautiful,
except for what you did

to her fucking nose.

- Adam, the timing fucking
sucks on this here.

- We got the rehearsal
dinner thing right now.

- You never gave a damn
about anyone but yourself.

- You're a fucking reject, okay?

- Yeah, well you eat my ass!

- Hey!
- Fat my ass!

This doesn't help!

- If you ever touch my minivan again,

you are gonna be very sorry, brother!

Very fucking sorry!

You are a loser!

- Loser?
- Loser!

You're a, you think your
shit's so fucking righteous?

You were right there,
boy, right there with us,

side by fucking side.

- You murdered that girl!

You murdered her!

You're a murderer!

Murderer!
- Keep it fucking down!

Keep your fucking voice,
- Shut your fucking mouth.

- I didn't do anything, okay?

- Yes, you did.

- I might just turn your
little pathetic ass in.

How about that, pal?

- Did you hear that?
- I heard it.

Adam, calm down, okay?
- I'm not gonna calm down!

I can't do this!

I can't do this!

I'm telling you, they,

it won't work!

It cannot work!

- It has worked!
- It is working!

- It's done!
- I'm telling you,

they've got fiber optics,

they've got DNA samples,

they've got FBI scientists,

the fucking Internet, goddamn it!

They figure this shit out!

They figure it out every fucking time!

- They won't figure it out.

You've just gotta relax.

- I've got children.

I've got a life!

- Your kids are one crutch
away from a telethon.

You got a frigid, swamp-hog wife--

- You fuck!

- Kyle!

What is going on?

Jesus, what is, are they
fighting over there?

- No, baby, let's just--

- Baby, they are fighting over there!

Now, what the fuck is, (screams)

- Back off, Michael!

That's enough!

- Goddamn it, back off!

You are not gonna ruin this for us!

You will not ruin it for us!

This is gonna stop.

You fucking go home!

- You fucking murderer!

- Back off!

He's gone!

- You're a fucking loser!

You're a loser!

- You need to take a time-out.

- Go home!

Go home, you fucking murderer!

- Fucking loser!

Go home, you fucking murderer!

- Easy, easy!

We gotta go back in.

We gotta go back in.

- The problem is gone, okay?

Time out.

- Oh, fuck.

We gotta get in there.

Listen.

We're gonna go back inside,

We're gonna collect ourselves.

Adam, are you cool?

- No, Boyd.

No!

I am definitely not cool!

- All right, problem child is leaving.

Back inside, okay?

- Just get the fuck out of here!

Go home, you fuck!

- Pull it together, I got my
whole fucking family in there.

Just get it the fuck over with.

- What do you want?

(engine revs)

- Mr. Fucking Minivan.

- Get the hell cut of here, Mike!

- He's gonna take out my minivan!

Don't you dare!

- Hey, hey, hey,
- My God!

(screams)

(cars crashing)

- Fucking Christ!

- Oh,

oh.

- [officer] So it was
some sort of accident?

- Yeah, he, uh, he didn't realize.

I guess he just lost control of the car.

- Was there some sort of argument?

- No, nothing like that.

- We heard there was
some arguing going on.

What, some kind of
sibling muscle-flex thing?

- No, no, no.

They love each other.

Just, uh, we were all just
outside, just talking.

We were just talking.

- What were you talking about?

- Uh, the wedding.

- Married, wedding.

- Yeah, how it's probably
going to be the last time

for all of us to be together,
- To see each other,

- Before he gets married.

- Married, I'm getting married.

- A lot of people seem to
think there was some hostility.

(sobs)

- How the fuck am I supposed to comment

on what a lot of other
people thought, huh?

I mean, listen, we've all suffered

an incredible trauma here,

and we're in full-on
grieving mode right now,

and your questions are just
a little bit poorly timed.

Do you understand?

Thank you very much, Officer Randone.

- All right, easy, Boyd.

- No "easy Boyd."

Don't gimme that shit.

I got a friend in there in
pieces, for God's sakes.

How about a little sensitivity, huh?

- There was no fighting
going on or nothing.

- Yeah.

(Michael grunts)

- what was that guy's name?

- It was, uh, Robert Boyd.

(Michael grunting)

- Excuse me, his situation is critical.

He's, uh, asking to speak to his wife.

- Yes?

- It's bad.

I just want to warn you of
what you're going to see.

(grunts)

(ominous music)

(monitor beeps)
- He's in defib.

Gonna have to step away, ma'am.

Give me 10 ccs of lidocaine.

- Clear.
- Blood here.

More blood.

- Charge 300, clear.
- Nothing.

He's got nothing left in his heart.

I've got nothing.
- I'm gonna call it.

Time of death, 11:58 p.m.
- I'm very sorry.

He's dead.
- What did he say?

- I'm sorry, he's dead.
- What?

- You, why are you walking away?

What are you walking away for?

What are you walking away for?

- The need to know is clear,

what did Adam tell Lois?

That's the name of the game.

What did Adam tell Lois?

What does Lois know?

Yeah.

(old-fashioned country music)

- I killed my brother.

I killed my brother.

I killed my brother.

- All right.

- I ran my brother down in cold blood.

I ran him down.

I killed my brother.

I killed my brother.

- Come on.
- I killed my brother.

I killed my brother.

It's time to pay the man.

Goddamn it!

It's time to pay the man!

- Just take it easy!
- It's time to pay!

- Take it easy!
- Listen to me.

- Easy!

- You kill one man, and
you're a murderer, okay?

You kill all, and you are God.

- Okay, just take it easy.

- I killed my--

- Take it,

You motherfucker!

(yelling)

(yelling, grunting)

- Never!

- The memory of the just is blessed,

while the name of the wicked shall rot!

- Boyd, get the, get the car.

- The evil that men do lives after us.

You hear me?

- Easy.
- Get off me!

Get off me!

The memory of the just is blessed,

while the name--

- Pick him up.

- It's time to confess your sins!

Confess our sins!

- Keep your voice down, Michael.

- Open the door!
- Just shut your face!

Get in the car!

Get in there.

Come on!

- Michael!
- The memory of the just

is blessed, while the name of

the wicked shall rot!
- Hear my voice, Michael!

Michael, Michael!

You will control your
conditioned response.

You will pull yourself together, Mister!

- All right!
- Are you hearing me?

- Yes.

- Jesus.

- He's cracked up.

- He's not cracking up.
- I'm not cracking up!

- What have? we done?

What did you ask me?

- I said, what have we done?

(tires screech)

- Yes, you did.

Now, that is the question.

That is exactly the question
we should be asking ourselves.

What have we done?

Why don't you tell us, Fisher?

What have we done?

- I just wanna get married.

- Exactly!

Exactly my point.

- What's your fucking point?

I'm not talking to you, Moore.

- What's your point?!

What's your point?!

You wanna know what you're doing here?

You are love-pumping.

You are protecting all that
is sacred and beautiful

and in sync with poetry and sunsets

and little newborn babies.

You're walking the walk.

This is it, Fisher, the real stuff.

You love this woman, and nothing,

absolutely nothing, supersedes love, man.

Nothing!

I love you,

I love Moore, I love Michael.

This car is full of love!

Bot trust me, we will do what it takes,

whatever it takes.

(inspiring bagpipe music)
(Kyle grunting)

Love does not lose.

(singing in foreign language)
(Michael wailing)

Michael, Michael!

Ob, Michael,
- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
- No, it's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

- I'll get you a new minivan.

Then you can be the soccer mom.

You're the soccer mom!

Steady, boy.

- I know it's not your fault.

No, Michael, watch the nose.

The nose!

Ob, Michael.

- Michael,
- Come on, let's go.

- Oh, God, oh, oh!

(crowd chattering)

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

- Oh!
- oh, my God!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

- Canceled?!

Canceled?

You're out of your fucking mind.

Nobody's talking about canceling.

I'm just talking about modifying.

- No way!

No way!
- Can we just

talk it through?

Talk what through?

Look it, look it, we are locked
and loaded here, right?

I mean, we are nonrefundable.
(phone ringing)

I have family at the airport as we speak,

getting ready to come here
to see us get married.

Do you understand?

I have a table full of presents out there.

Just answer it!

- Hello?

- Kyle, it's Lois.

I was up at Adam's study,
and I found a note.

It seems to be some sort of confession

about some horrible thing he
did to a woman in Las Vegas,

and--
- Buried outside of Vegas,

about Boyd being the ringleader,

she wants to know what
the hell's going on.

I'm starting to freak out.

- We're goosed.

- We're not goosed.

What's her disposition?

- Regarding what?

- Did she sound pissed, scared, hostile?

Did she say anything
about calling the police?

- No, but she's definitely
pissed and hostile,

and she clearly is starting to think

that something’s not right.

- We're goosed, goosed by God!

- Michael, would you please
calm down, all right?

What did you tell her?

I told her I bad no idea
what Adam was talking about

in that letter.

- Did she believe you?
- I have no idea.

- You can tell when people believe you.

It's obvious.

- I don't have that skill,
but if I had to guess,

I would say that she
in no way believed me.

- Goosed!
- Shut op.

- Goosed!
- Stop it.

- Goosed!
- what's goosed?

- Would you give him another pill?

- He's already had two.

- Give him two more.

- We are goosed!

- Open sesame.

- Jesus, Boyd, you're gonna OD him.

- Suck my ass!

- Goosed!
- Hey!

- [Lois] I never liked you, Boyd.

You're a sneaky little
fuck, always have been.

What are you talking about?

- Don't sweet-lip me.

- I don't understand
where this personal attack

is coming from, Lois.

- You're a liar.

I wanna know what happened in Vegas.

Nothing happened in Vegas.

- I don't wanna hear it from the liar,

so stick a plug in it, Boyd.

Fisher, what happened in Vegas?

- Nothing happened in Vegas.

- Moore?

- Nothing happened, Lois.

Michael,

Do you have something to tell me?

- Michael, just tell
Lois nothing happened--

- Shut up, Boyd!

Shut up.

Michael,

Michael,

- Goosed.

What?

Lois, we were bad.

We were very, very,

we were very, very bad.

- He's just upset about Adam.

We're all a little upset.

- Michael, Michael, Michael,

what did you do?

- Uh...

nothing.

Nothing happened in Vegas.

- All right, I'll call the police.

I will call the police right now

if I don't start getting some answers.

- Please calm down, Lois.

- Fuck you, Boyd.

- Just take it easy, okay?

Enough of this.

- Nothing happened, Lois.

Nothing happened.
- Nothing happened?

Nothing happened, nothing
happened, nothing happened.

I am going to count to five,
and I will call the police,

and then we'll find out what happened.

One,
- Goosed!

- Two,
- Please don't make

this situation
- three,

- any more tense than
it has to be, all right?

- Four,
- Just relax,

would you?

- I am calling the fucking police!

- Okay, here's the deal!

- Adam slept with a prostitute in Vegas.

(dramatic violin music)

- He was sick with guilt.

- No.

- Yeah.
- It's true.

- No.

- It wasn't the first time.

Adam had a,

Adam had a thing for, prostitutes.

- My Adam?
(Michael sobbing)

My Adam?

No, I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

It's not true.

Not my Adam!

- We're very, very sorry.

- You're lying!

You're a bunch of liars!

I don't believe you!

Watch your fingers,

watch your toes.

All right, fellas,

I want you to listen to me.

Now, mommy's gonna take a little time-out,

and Bunker's gonna keep you guys company,

and everything's gonna be okay, I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

Take my cell phone.

After you drop the kids off,

take Michael home.

Put a couple drinks in him so he'll sleep.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Just do it, I'll call you later.

- Why, what are you doing?

- I'm gonna take care of business.

What does that mean?

- What does that mean?

Are you insane?

Do you actually think I would hurt Lois?

She's the mother of these
kids, for Chrissakes.

What's wrong with you?

You got a real nasty side
to your thought process.

(dog barking)

- Look, I'm sorry.

It's just for tonight.

Lois is a mess, Michael is
upset, everybody’s upset.

Shut up!

- Okay, I am not canceling this wedding.

- I don't want you to.
- I won't even discuss it.

- Nobody’s discussing it, okay?

I'm just gonna bring them back home.

I'm gonna come right back.

- You have to pick up the cake

in the morning, early.

- Don't we have somebody
to do that for us?

- Yeah, you.

(boy grunts)
(ball crashes)

- What?
- okay, okay.

(Laura shrieks)

- why did I have to--

- Aw, Jesus fucking Christ!

Evil bastards!

Aah, you hear that buzzing, Fish?

- Buzzing?
- Yeah, like a,

like a fucking chirping

in the back of my skull.

- I don't hear anything.

- Yeah, well, it's a nasty problem.

Deedee, Deedee?

Boom, bing, bing, bing.

Bam, bam, bam.

(Lois snoring)

(Michael gasps)

Dad used to bring home these sparklers

for me and Adam, you know?

Sparklers!

We'd go out back, the three of us,

and we'd hold it up to the sky

and watch the explosions of light

and sparks, you know,

and Dad would be all,

"wait for it, here it comes.

"Watch for it.

"Okay, here it comes.

"Here comes the wahoo."

- Wahoo?
- Wahoo!

The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter,

then even hotter, and then there'd be this

one moment of pure burn
when that little fucker

would cook perfect, just perfect.

It would only last a second,

but that second was it.

It was it.

And that's what Dad bad
us looking for, man.

Are you with me?

- The wahoo moment?
- That's exactly right.

That's what I'm driving at.

Man burning at his absolute,

all the forces coming together,

burning just perfect, perfect harmony.

That's what I'm driving at.

Are you with me?

- I think so.

- I've been looking for that flash.

I've been looking, and I've been looking,

and I can't find it.

And what if it already happened, you know?

My moment.

What if it happened, and
I didn't even see it?

(reggae music)

- Lois?

Lois?

- Adam?

- No, it's Boyd.

I just want you to know just how much

I didn't appreciate that personal attack.

Really offended!
- (screams) No!

You picked the wrong woman, motherfucker!

(Boyd screams)

- ob God!

Ahhhhhh!

- [Lois] ow!

- It's over, baby.

I'm gonna turn myself in.

- No.
- After the wedding,

of course.

After the wedding, out of respect.

- I don't think

that's a good idea, Michael.
- No, no, no, no, no.

You don't understand.

Out of respect for Fisher.

Out of respect for you,

listen to me,

listen to me,

respect for your wife

and your wedding,

okay, all right?

Do you hear where I am here?

- I appreciate it.

You're just being too hard on yourself.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, this is my doing, okay?

Just stop.
- I'm gonna have

a wahoo spark of my own, all right?

- (yells) Jesus!

Get up!

You're mine!

- I'm gonna do this for Lois,

and for my brother,

and for the kids,

I'm gonna turn myself
in, 'cause I'm all that.

Shh!

(Lois screams)
(glass crashes)

I've thinked it over, Fish.

- What is it?
- Just listen,

if you think about names,

you know, babies,

Michael's a pretty good one,

you know?

It's done me all right?

Fish, Fish?

(phone rings)
You know what I'm saying?

- Hello?

- [Boyd] okay, here's the deal.

And it's a good one.

Lois is cool.

It's a pacified situation.

- Whoa, wait, what?

What do you mean?

- [Boyd] She's resting, she's comfortable.

The only thing is, you
still got Michael there,

right, right?

- Yeah.

- [Boyd] okay, great.

She wants to see him in person.

She, uh, she needs to
grieve with her family.

Just a little family time.

Right now?

- [Boyd] Yeah.

- Well, isn't it a little late?

- [Boyd] Get over here and
don't be so goddamn selfish!

Okay, you guys wait in the car.

I'm gonna take him in.

She just wants to see him alone.

- [Michael] Lois wants to see me?

- Here we go, big guy.
- She does?

- [Boyd] Upsy-daisy!

Yep, she wants a big hug,
(Michael mumbles)

big family bug.

Come on.

One foot in front of the other.

There you go.

- Hey, Fisher?
- Yeah?

- [Michael] I'm gonna do this,

and then we're gonna go to Fatburger.

- [Kyle] okay, big guy.

- [Boyd] Going in the house, now.

Come on, Michael, get in the house.

(ominous violin music)

- You know,

I'm thinking about maybe making a move.

- A move?
- Yeah, Greenpeace.

- Greenpeace?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Maybe go up to the North Pole, the Arctic.

Tag polar bears with dart guns.

I've always bad pretty good aim.

(gunshot rings out)

Michael was in love with Lois.

That's what Michael and
Adam were arguing about

in the parking lot.

Michael killed Adam in a jealous rage,

Lois rejected Michael, he
strangled her to death,

and he shot himself in the head.

Happens all the time.

That Lois, she fought
like a fucking Comanche.

- Well, I don't see how this
could have been kept from you.

Last month, Adam and
Lois changed their will.

They requested that you
two, as a married couple,

be custodians of record for their estate,

including all properties, cash holdings,

security holdings, and, children.

Adam bad a $500,000 term
life insurance policy.

- What does that mean?

- That means we have $500,000
to help raise the kids.

- No!
- Yes.

- No!
- Yes.

- Actually, no.

Adam failed to make his last payment,

so his term life lapsed.

But he did have a pension account

worth $150,000

and the house, valued at $350,000.

- Okay, so where does that leave us?

- 150 and 350,

that takes us back up

to 500,000.

Not even close.

The property value's down.

The house is worth 100,000 less,

three credit cards,

the minivan payments,

and the income and the state taxes

assessed on his IRA,

That leaves you in the neighborhood of,

$14,223.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- [Adam Jr.] The hell did you do that for,

You little asshole?
- What are you

gonna do about it, you little fucker?

Come on, bit me!

- Hey, hey, come on,
enough, enough, enough.

- So, when's the wedding?

- Tomorrow.

We're getting married tomorrow.

(children screaming)
I've bad enough

of you two devils!

Enough! Enough!

- Excuse me for a moment.

- Enough!
- What is going on?

- [Assistant] These
are your clients' kids!

Look at these--

(Kyle hyperventilating)
It's gonna be okay.

- It's not okay.

It's not okay.

It's not okay.
- we're gonna be fine.

We have to cancel.

No, no, we don't,

no, we don't.

It's gonna be okay, honey,

it's gonna be okay.

- Do you love me?

- Kyle, it's gonna be okay.

- We killed a woman.

- What are you talking about?

- In Vegas.

Michael killed a woman.

Michael killed her,

he bit her head and she bled.

And she, she died.

Bot there was nothing
we could do about it,

so we buried her.

- Who's dead?

- The prostitute’s dead.

- You fucked a prostitute?

- No, Michael did.

It was an accident,

Michael did it.

- Where is she?

- She's buried in the desert.

- You left a dead prostitute
alone in the desert?

- She's not alone.

Boyd went,

Boyd went crazy.

He went nuts, and he
started killing everybody.

He killed a guard.

He killed Michael.

He killed Lois.

- Stop, okay?

Just stop right there.

I don't wanna hear any more of this, okay?

I told you not to do that stupid fucking

bachelor party thing.
- I know.

- You were warned!
- I know.

- You were warned, Kyle!

You were warned!

I told you your friends
were just jackasses!

- I know!

And I'm sorry.

- I have waited 27 years, okay?

27 years I have focused and prepared

to walk down that aisle,

and I will not be derailed.

I will not be embarrassed,

and I will not be denied!

So tomorrow, I am walking down that aisle,

come hell or high fucking water!

(jazzy music)

- okay!

Showtime.

About two minutes out.

Moore?

Better take your position.

Chop chop!

Let me see you.

There you are.

You look great, man.

Go get 'em.

(sighs)

This is a situation that defies judgment.

We have acted and shown courage

of a nature not known by most.

- You've got a warped thought process.

Your brain doesn't function properly.

- Whatever you say, Kojak.

I'm serious.

- No, no, no, I'm the
serious one here, okay?

I'm the serious one.

I'm the guy making the fucking plays.

I'm the Indian runner, for Chrissakes,

and I want my money!

- What money?

- Blood money!

Insurance dollars which you have thus far

somehow let slip your
mind to tell me about!

- You're sick.

- If you think you can fuck
me, Fish, you can't, okay?

I'm backed up.

I'm insulated, baby!

Backed up on floppy, do you get me?

I want that fucking money!

Ob, God, I can taste it!

- Not a prayer.
- Goddamn it!

I'm a fucking lighthouse, man!

I stay lit for you!

I stay lit!

I never go dark!

Never go dark!

You need help.

- I want that fucking money!

- I told Boyd two fucking minutes.

- I want my money!

(Kyle yells)

Hope you have a nice
wedding, you stupid idiot!

You trying to cheat me,
you goddamn bastard!

- Boyd!

This is my day!
(coat rack clangs)

- Baby, wait! wait!

Stop, baby.

- Okay.

Stick him in the crapper
and get your ass upstairs.

- Baby?

(regal organ music)

The best man's not gonna make it.

We're gonna just start.

Okay?
- ob, sure.

Great.

- Where's Boyd?

- In the toilet.

We're gonna get started, okay?

(wedding organ music)

(ominous music)
(door creaks)

(wedding organ music)

- Dearly beloved, we are all here today

because two very special people,

Laura and Kyle, have found each other.

- You can't, spawn the salmon man!

- [Pastor] When I see two young people

in love as they are,

I find myself renewed and
inspired because the spirit--

- Rise!

- ...with hope for the future and joy.

- I'm coming!

- [Pastor] Let us begin.

May we have the rings, please?

- I'm on my way!

- The rings, we need the rings.

- I don't have the rings.

- [Boyd] I got the ring!

Boyd has the rings.

- [Boyd] I'm there, I'm there.

- Excuse me.

Ob, God.

Ob, God.

- Where's the rings?

- [Laura] Shh!

(dramatic music)

(Moore screams)

- Jesus Christ!

Got 'em.

- Now we can begin.

Do you, Kyle,

take this woman, Laura,

to be your wife and help mate

in sickness and in health

along life's highways,

wherever they may take you,

until death do you part?

- I do.

- And do you, Laura,

take this man Kyle--

- I do.

- You may kiss the bride.

(crowd applauds)

- Hey, guys?

Listen, I need two minutes with him.

Just, I'll be right out.

- Baby, I just want you
to know that all this,

everything I did, is 'cause I love you

And I wanted you to have that wedding

like you always wanted to have, okay?

- You and Moore are gonna go
move those fucking bodies,

Do you understand me?

And you're gonna bury Boyd with them.

And in fact, you know what?

You're gonna fucking put
Moore in the ground, too.

You want me to kill Moore?

- I know he's your only friend left, okay?

But he is a loose string,

And you are gonna have to start

fucking flushing the
toilet like a big boy.

Do you understand me?

- Laura?
- Puck!

You know,

you guys, listen,

Two minutes, please.

Just make my apologies for me.

Do your job.

And while you're at it, you know,

just get rid of that fucking dog.

- The dog?

- I don't care what you do,

get rid of him.

Lose him in the desert.

- You want me to kill the dog?

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

- Do you?
- Mmhmm.

- Do you love me?
- Mmhmm.

- Do you love me?
- Mmhmm.

- Do it.

Laura!
- Puck!

I told you two fucking minutes!

(mid tempo Latin rock music)

♪ Uh huh, uh huh ♪

(speaking foreign language)

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

♪ Fried neckbones and some home fries ♪

I've been thinking.

I've been thinking

about what you said that day,

The prayer.

About using this whole mess

to bring out the good in me.

I think there's a lot of truth in that.

I'm gonna pursue some options.

I wanna join that Big Brother things.

Yeah.

I want a black one.

I want a little black brother.

It's a big problem, it seems to me,

you know?

Lack of racial integration,
that's a big one.

Don't you think?

Kyle?

- [Laura] Do you love me?

(uptempo rock music)

- That oughtta be about the end of that.

Yup.

- [Adam] Because that
is the point here, okay?

That is what I'm driving for.

When the big storm comes

And it knocks down all the forests

and all the rocks fall down

and all the leaves are bare,

what is left?

What is left?

The little trees.

The little fellas that
the storm didn't see.

The tiny little trees.

(borns blaring)
(cars smashing)

(liquid spraying)

- Okay, boys, let's hear the Badger oath.

Come on, boys, let's
hear it one more time.

- [Timmy] A Badger is great.

A Badger can face great adversity,

- [Adam Jr.] A Badger is economical,

saves for the unforeseen.

A Badger is sanitary,

- keeps his mind
- Yes.

And body pure.
- Yes.

- Come on, let's see the Badger salute.

- [Boys] Aw, no!

- Come on, let's see the Badger salute.

Yes.

- Shit!

- The hell with it.

- Come on, give me your band.

- [Adam Jr.] I don't need any help!

- If you don't reach out to me,

I can't help.
- Leave me alone!

Your new mommy's coming.
(Laura whimpering)

Your new mommy's--

Come on, come on, Adam.

We're gonna make it.

Let's talk about our feelings.

- I bate you and your bitch wife!

- Get your own crutch, stump boy!

Please clean the bathroom. It better be spotless.

Let's talk about cur
feelings, how do we feel?

A little help?

(Laura crying)

- I can't breathe, asshole!

Little help, please?
- Let go of me, you gimp!

A little help?

Honey, could you help
me with the wheelchair?

Honey, I need some help.

That's okay, she's not running from you.

Help me, boney.

You want to talk about us?

♪ It gets to you, leads
right through you ♪

♪ Knocks you down, keeps you down ♪

♪ Breaks all your bones ♪

♪ Gets you down here ♪

♪ Change the title ♪

♪ Slows you down, blows you
down, tears up your walls ♪

♪ You don't see it ♪

♪ Try not to be it ♪

♪ Knock it up, lock it
up, head for the hills ♪

♪ Head for the bills ♪

♪ You can cry all night ♪

♪ They don't hear a sound ♪

♪ It gets so dark when
those walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ When your walls come down ♪

♪ When your walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ Dance on a dagger ♪

♪ Better not stagger ♪

♪ Stretch long, breathe deep ♪

♪ Pray for the calm ♪

♪ One day I'll break free ♪

♪ Get up from my knees ♪

♪ I will beg, and I will crawl ♪

♪ Up to the bills ♪

♪ Head for the bills ♪

♪ You can cry all night ♪

♪ They don't hear a sound ♪

♪ It gets so dark when
the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ Oh when the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ Oh when the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ Oh when the walls come down ♪

♪ When the walls come down ♪

♪ Oh when the walls come down ♪

(mid tempo rock music)

♪ Oh I guess it would be nice ♪

♪ If I could touch your body ♪

♪ I know not everybody ♪

♪ Has got a body like me ♪

♪ Bot I gotta think twice ♪

♪ Before I give my heart away ♪

♪ And I know all the games you play ♪

♪ 'Cause I play them too ♪

♪ Oh, but I need some time off ♪

♪ From that emotion ♪

♪ Time to pick my heart up off the floor ♪

♪ When that love comes down ♪

♪ Without devotion ♪

♪ Well it takes a strong man baby ♪

♪ But I'm showin' you that door ♪

♪ Well I gotta have faith ♪

♪ Gotta have faith ♪

♪ Gotta have faith ♪

♪ Gotta have faith ♪

♪ Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay ♪

♪ Say please, please,
please don't go away ♪

♪ 'Cause you're givin' me the blues ♪

♪ Maybe, you might mean
all the words you say ♪

♪ Can't help but think of yesterday ♪

♪ And another who tied me
down to the lover boy blues ♪

♪ Before this river becomes an ocean ♪

♪ Before you pick my
heart up off the floor ♪

♪ When our love comes down ♪

♪ Without devotion ♪

♪ Well it takes a strong man baby ♪

♪ But I'm showing you that door ♪

♪ I gotta have faith ♪

♪ Gotta have faith ♪

♪ Gotta have faith ♪

♪ Gotta have faith ♪

♪ Get the fuck up ♪

(down tempo bluesy rock music)

♪ Ooh yeah ♪

♪ Feel real funny bout things in my head ♪

♪ Feel a little silly
bout the things I said ♪

♪ All I got to do is
take a big jump back ♪

♪ Say oh Jesus, do you believe that ♪

♪ Well so many people don't trust you ♪

♪ Is that a fact ♪

♪ So many people they
might wanna drop you ♪

♪ How about that ♪

♪ You just gotta take a
big jump back and say ♪

♪ Oh Jesus, do you believe that ♪

♪ Ooh yeah ♪