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( Music playing )

( Fire crackles )

( Sign buzzing )

Radio: ♪ He loves me too ♪

♪ His love is true ♪

♪ Why can't he be you? ♪

♪ He never fails ♪

♪ To call and tell... ♪

Okay, another.

Charles Epker.

Charles.

Charles is a large fellow.

Played football.

- People call him Chunky. - That's right.

He still plays, backup center in the Canadian League.

( laughs )

All this remember-when, where-are-they-now shit.

- Mm. - That was college.

Can we please talk about something else?

Oh, hey, you know what? I had a thought.

Shit, no.

Yes. Last night, I was reading

a history of twentieth-century America in your honor.

- Whose, Manchester's? - No, big, thick text by--

- Schlesinger. Halberstam. - I'm not going to remember.

Well, authors' names don't really matter

in your trade, anyway, do they?

Look, in the English department, we deal in fiction.

I can tell the little shits any name I like.

- Your thought? - Oh, yes, right.

I was reading 1960s, sexual revolution,

free love, wife swapping.

Sort of like an after-dinner free-spirit parlor game.

The husbands used to throw their key chains onto the table,

mix 'em up,

and then the wives would all pick them up blindly.

Buddies fucking each other's wives,

et cetera, et cetera.

And think when our parents were born.

Okay, now think when we were born.

We could be the offspring of a key-chain adultery.

Do you get it? We may not be our fathers' sons.

Oh, it gives me hope, anyway.

Waitress: Some more 7 and 7s.

- Jesus, another round? - Thank you.

I haven't finished this one yet.

Mmm. Thank you.

To your first month in Tropico.

Stay hydrated.

- ( Sirens blaring ) - Everybody sucks but us.

Yeah.

( Fire engine horn blares )

Oh, I have a joke for you.

There's this elephant in the jungle,

and he's got a thorn caught in his foot.

Now, this mouse wanders by.

Elephant stops him and says,

"Hey, I'll give you anything if you take the thorn out..."

( Man grunting )

( Phone ringing )

- Hi. How'd it go? - Nick, Nick, I--

- Can you do me a favor? - Bryce?

Can you come over here? Yeah, it's me.

I know it's late, but I need your--

Yeah. No, I was expecting--

- Well, it's me. - Yeah.

I got a problem over here. I got a serious--

Okay, can it wait? 'Cause it's after--

Can't wait. I need a friend to talk to.

Look, I'm in big fucking shit.

- Okay. - Please. Please, Nick.

- Okay. - Thanks, buddy.

- Bye. - Bye.

100 feet!

- Go down! - Let's go!

- How'd this happen? - Ah, brush-fire season.

The slightest thing will spark one of these off.

You want to take a left here

and proceed slowly up towards the right, all right?

- Drive safe. - Thanks.

Get behind it! Knock it down!

You've got to move out of the way.

( Overlapping chatter )

Hurry. Get it out.

( Knock on door )

Oh, shit.

( Clears throat )

- Morning. - Hey.

Jesus. You look like I feel.

Well, I feel like it too.

You want a beer? All I've got is domestic shit.

That'll be fine.

Thanks.

These people you're sitting for, they keep a lovely home.

So you want to tell me why I'm here?

I got laid tonight.

How wonderful for you.

No. I didn't bring you here at 2:00 A.M.

for bragging rights, okay,

'cause if I tell you this,

you got to make sure you're not going to tell anybody,

that it stays between us, okay, Nick?

Okay?

The girl that we met at the bar.

- Katie. - No, Kathy.

Oh, boy. What happened?

You left.

She and I, we talked for a while.

You know, she bought me a round,

and then she asked if I wanted to leave,

and so we came here.

So we started making out. She initiated.

She did this funny thing with her hand

and she was kissing me and, like, squeezing my jaw.

Bryce, broad strokes. Broad strokes.

Sorry. Sorry.

It's like I blinked, and we were naked.

And then I...

...we did it.

Yeah?

Afterwards, she went to the bathroom couple minutes,

came out, asked if I had any vitamin C.

What?

Yeah, so I went upstairs, and I found some,

and I came back down,

and she had called a cab and said she was going home

and that, when she got there, she was going to call the police

and file rape charges against me.

She says I raped her, Nick.

Bryce, is there any truth to this?

No. I'm sorry, 'cause I haven't seen you since college,

and suddenly I lay all this shit on you.

Is there any truth to what she's saying?

I don't-- I don't think so.

You don't think so, or you know so?

Listen, I was pretty drunk,

and I can't fucking remember if she tried to stop anything.

But if she said she did-- are you just hazy on this,

- or were you-- - It's a mix.

I was in and out during the act. I don't remember.

Well, you don't seem very drunk right now.

Well, a chick accusing you of rape

will sober you up just like that.

Jesus.

I don't know. Maybe--

maybe she won't go through with it if she's--

otherwise, I don't know what to tell you, Bryce.

Sit tight, for Christ's sake.

Whatever you do, don't tell anyone about this,

not now, not ever.

What?

Ah, fuck.

Ah, Nick, I really fucked up.

- Bryce. - No, Nick, can you talk to her,

just tell her it was an accident?

Oh, fuck. I hate to lay this shit on you.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Shh. Calm down, okay?

Hey, the girl is gone.

There's nothing we can do, okay?

- No. - Come on, Bryce!

No! She's not gone.

She's downstairs.

God, she's downstairs.

This is going to look worse than it is.

See, after she said what she said,

after what she was going to do, I--

see, Nick, I didn't hit her.

All I did was grab her and drag her...

( dialogue fades )

Where are the lights?

Over on the wall.

( Kathy gasping )

What the fuck are you doing?

I-- well, I need to think through--

No, no, no, not what are you thinking.

What the fuck are you doing?!

How long has she been down here?

I'm not sure,

'cause my sense of time is all fucked up.

- Guess. - Um...

I dragged her down, and I tried to talk to her,

and I called you. I don't-- maybe half an hour.

You didn't touch her after that?

No, Nick, I swear I didn't touch her.

( Crying softly )

- Nick-- - No, just hold on. Let me...

But, Nick--

Oh, fuck!

Come on. It's not my place.

God damn it, Bryce.

Look, I'm sorry, Nick.

When she said that she was going to call the cops,

I tried to stop her to find out what happened,

and she kept going for the door, and I just lost it.

Nick, I swear to God I didn't touch her after that.

- ( Crying ) - Okay. It's okay.

Where'd you get these?

Upstairs. I found 'em in the parents' bedroom.

- You have the key? - The key? Why?

- I'm going to take them off. - Uh-huh, and then what?

And then I'm going to drive her home.

Can we talk about this first?

Bryce, give me the key.

I know this looks bad, and I screwed up,

but I don't think I did before what she said I did,

and I want to talk about it first.

- What is there to talk about? - What the hell

is gonna happen to me if we let her go?

What is going to happen to you if we don't?

This chick is going to ruin my life.

She's going to fuck it all up.

- Bryce, give me the key. - No.

( Crying )

Shh. It's okay.

I'm sorry if that hurt.

It's Kathy, right?

You okay?

All right, look, this is...

pretty crazy here.

The situation is not very good, I know.

I'm going to take you out of here in a minute.

I'm going to drive you home,

but first, I need to know if you're all right.

I mean, are you injured at all?

Okay, okay, look. Take a deep breath, okay?

Just breathe in, okay?

Good. Now exhale.

- Let it out. - ( sobs )

Okay. It's all right. Okay, you're doing great.

- You're a real pro. - ( sobs )

Okay, now listen. Are you hurt?

Are you hurt anywhere?

- My lip. - Yeah, I can see that,

but it's nothing serious. It's just a little cut.

What I want to know is are-- what about the rest of you?

Are you hurt inside anywhere?

No? Okay, good.

Your friend didn't hurt me.

No?

I don't care what he did before.

I won't tell anybody.

I just want to get out of here.

I just want to go home.

- I just want to go home. - Lis-- listen.

- I just want to go home. - I know.

- You will be. - I just want to go home,

and then everything would be fine.

You will. I promise you.

I promise. I promise you will.

Just hold on.

Hey, Professor, come on.

Nick: We'll be back in a minute.

Everything's going to be fine, okay?

Bryce: You don't believe her, do you?

'Cause the second she gets home, she's going to call the cops.

Yeah, she might.

The thing is, got to let her go now.

- But there's more to this. - What?! What?! What?!

Look at that.

Okay, now this one.

Bryce: She's 16.

I mean, what 21 -year-old

carries around a fake ID saying she's 16?

The girl downstairs is 16.

16!

And it doesn't matter if she said no.

It doesn't matter if she screamed yes

and had a notary public certify it.

She's underage. It's statutory.

If she presses charges, I will go to jail.

I guess a second date's out of the question then.

Do you see? Do you see now?

Do you see how fucked I am?

Right. Statutory cases are very, very hard to prosecute--

No! The girl is 16.

I had sex with her. Boom. Conviction.

You know what? And it's not just jail.

It's my job, my career, my entire education

shot to blistering fuck!

I mean, can you imagine explaining

a statutory rape conviction

or even an accusation to a tenure committee?

Can you?

Bryce, sit down.

You're going to wear tracks in these people's carpet.

I only wanted to get laid. Instead, I'm getting fucked.

Nick, I want to let the girl go.

God, I'm raring to get her the hell out of here,

but the only way I can do that

is if she can guarantee that she won't tell anyone.

I don't see how she can do that.

You won't take her promise?

Oh, she's shown herself to be a pillar of truthfulness.

I mean, can't bribe her.

I've got nothing to offer, and...

past that, my thinking just fails me.

I don't think I could threaten her.

I could.

What?

I already played the good cop down there,

so maybe if I go down and pull a reversal...

...scare the shit out of her.

( Chains rattle )

We're fucked.

You're telling me.

P.A.: Welcome to Tropico Recycling Company.

- Glass goes to bay four. - ( glass crashing )

Plastic to bay 12. Thank you for your business.

Nick!

Sorry, man. I forgot about your dad's funeral.

- Of all days, Barry. - ( keys clatter )

- I'm really sorry. - Appreciate it.

( Cat screeches )

- ( Cat wails ) - Oh, shit.

Man: Is it yours?

- No, my neighbor's. - He home?

Okay if I say she was dead on arrival?

- Yeah. - I'm going to put her down.

- ( Dogs barking ) - ( birds chirping )

Excuse me.

The shot costs $30.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the least I can do.

There you go.

Here's 10 back.

Cheap absolution.

( Chuckles )

I'm sorry. I'm really running late.

Oh, okay. Go ahead.

I'll just get the info from her collar.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

( Entry bell rings )

Shit!

Ah, shit.

Ever feel like the world's conspiring against you?

My name's Nick, by the way.

Mine's Myrtle.

Myrtle.

Really? ( chuckles )

No.

- Thank God. - It's Lissa.

I was just trying to lower your expectations.

- Two Ss? - Yeah. It's short for Melissa.

When I was learning to talk,

I used to pronounce it "Me-Lissa,"

as in "Me Tarzan."

- Hmm. - So the story goes.

Thanks for the lift.

A gift from the light of God...

- ( wind blowing ) -...blessed...the Lord...

( wind blowing )

May the Lord lift up his countenance upon him

and give him peace. Amen.

I mean, I never would have come back here after college,

but my father got sick,

so I came home to take care of him.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

So, anyway, what's your excuse?

I took the equivalency exam after sophomore year,

left to be an actress.

Actress?

What, "Actress?"

Can never be sure if they're being straight with you.

You can never be sure, anyway.

So the first camera I got in front of,

this incredibly imposing machinery,

like, right in my face,

and I just froze.

- ( laughs ) - Claustrophobic, I think.

So it's back to home

and school and the local vet to make a buck.

- How long have you lived here? - All my life.

Me too. Lafayette High.

- Me too. - ( laughs )

So back to school where, S.U.T.?

Mm-hmm, the extension program studying art.

My dad taught there, chaired the History Department.

Really?

This was before they put him in the urn.

( laughs )

- Here you go, sweetie. - Thank you.

- You all done here? - Mm-hmm. Thanks.

So in effort to avoid a similar fate,

next week, I will plunder my father's belongings

for the few items of value.

I will collect my inheritance,

and when all that is accomplished,

I will quietly, promptly leave Tropico.

Just that easy?

No.

Nick: Well...

...it's been nice meeting you.

Sorry we didn't till now.

Thanks for lunch.

( laughs ) Thanks for dinner.

Thanks for the wake.

( laughs ) Oh, God.

Man: ♪ I've tried so hard to remember ♪

- Bye. - Bye.

♪ What it is that I forgot ♪

♪ But I can, but I can believe ♪

♪ Will you now? ♪

Woman: ♪ I've tried, I've tried, I've tried ♪

♪ Cried and kissed good-bye ♪

♪ To something that we both know ♪

♪ Boy, you blow my mind ♪

Both: ♪ I don't know how I'm going to ♪

♪ Show you what I feel for you ♪

♪ All I know, all I know is I ♪

♪ I want to be with you ♪

♪ All I know, all I know is I ♪

♪ I got to be with... ♪

Rumor has it he was a pretty good teacher.

I think you would have liked him.

This is what he looked like.

( Soft grunting )

- He's very sexy. - Really?

Really? Hmm.

( Elevator dings )

Sorry. Sorry.

( Typewriter clacking )

( Knock on door )

- Ah, hi, Nick. - Hi.

- How are you? - How are you?

- Good to see you. - Nick.

- Hi. - Come in.

Sit down. I'm really sorry about your father.

Nick: Yeah. I'm going to miss him.

I brought his favorite pen.

I've got news.

St. Vincent's Memorial

conducted an autopsy on your father

and discovered that his liver was near failure,

a condition which your father apparently knew of

and failed to list on his life insurance application,

which constitutes a deliberate misrepresentation

and invalidates his policy.

Which means what, that I-- that I would...

You don't get the insurance money.

As a result, I've had to inform the IRS

of a new compensation schedule

until the sale of the house is completed.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. The IRS?

Your father didn't mention

- his back-tax obligation? - No.

Your father owed $200,000 in back taxes.

Consequently, these assets are subject to a lien,

so the government has seized them all.

Well, his estate should constitute

more than that, right?

After house payments, your college tuition,

my fees...

What's left over?

Depends on the sale of the house...

...which the bank has seized title of.

What do I get?

( Sighs ) If it goes for the asking price,

after taxes...

( chuckles )

...nothing.

( laughs )

So did everything go okay with your lawyer?

Huh? You going to get the money?

Yeah, that was fine.

I'm sorry about that.

So you going to give your notice?

No, I thought I'd stick around a little longer.

Anyway, if I go, who's going to get my job?

I don't know.

( Car horn honks )

Hmm. See you later.

( Radio playing Spanish song )

You know, you really have to use a little imagination

when you're looking at an old house like this.

It's a really nice opportunity.

Fixer-upper, first-time buyers like yourself,

- it's a very good buy. - ( footsteps thumping )

Why don't we just look upstairs?

Hi.

Hi.

Come on in.

"The American Empire Disbanded."

Your father's?

"History Master Thesis..."

- Hmm. - "...by Nick Thornberry."

You inherited his passion.

But that's all.

Tropico, the time has come for you to pitch in--

your cans, your bottles,

your other recyclables.

Hi. I'm Mitch Bennett,

president, owner, operator of Tropico Recycling Company,

inviting you all to come on down and pitch in.

Tropico and recycling,

together, we're on the move.

Once more, please, with conviction.

And action!

Tropico and recycling,

together, we're on the move.

Good. Cut.

All right, all right. Now...

talk to the muchachos.

Renaldo, arriba. Arriba.

Renaldo, I want you to go get Oscar,

get that crane over there, bring it back over here.

Nick: Things we do for minimum wage.

- ( laughter ) - So can you help me out?

I'm sorry, guy.

Once the ad runs, then we'll talk.

Right now, I can't help you.

No, Mitch, I'm not asking for a loan.

It's money owed for services rendered.

Hey, listen to me.

It's not possible right now.

Look, I know you're short at the moment,

but, hey, everybody's short. ( laughs )

- All right. All right. Thanks. - Take off.

Hey, everyone, I thought I told you not to laugh there.

What are you doing? Huh? What's wrong with you?

- Hey, Carlos. - Carlos.

Well, he's my friend.

Let me talk to him.

I'm telling you, I don't care how long you've known him.

Radio: ♪ Para bailar la bamba ♪

♪ Se necesita una poca de gracia... ♪

- Nick. - Yeah.

- Do you know-- - Dude, if you say my name,

I'm telling you, you out of this.

Out of what?

( Scoffs )

Come on. Come on.

Shit. Tell him, yeah.

Nick, are you doing anything tonight?

♪ Bamba, bamba ♪

- ♪ Bamba, bamba ♪ - Come on. Come on!

- ♪ Bamba, bamba ♪ - ♪ Para bailar la bamba ♪

♪ Para bailar la bamba... ♪

P.A.: Welcome to Tropico Recycling Company.

Glass goes into bay four. Plastic to bay 12.

Thanks for your business.

♪ Ay arriba, ay arriba... ♪

Okay, the thing is

my friend here,

he works for a pretty big guy in town.

Why don't you want me to know your name?

Because if you get busted,

man, how you going to identify me?

What, "He was a black guy with curly hair"?

His guy, Nick,

is under serious police investigation right now.

He thinks he's going to get busted anytime,

so every night, he moves his stash from one house to another

so that the cops can't get a search warrant

in time to snatch him.

Tonight his stash is at Jimmy's house.

( Stammers )

You know, you got to have pond water for brains, man.

Oh, Je-- I'm sorry.

I got a sofa at home smarter than you.

I like saying people's names.

Look, just shut--

Look, man, it's a real easy job.

Barry breaks into my spot

when I'm pulling watchdog duty alone, right?

He grabs the stuff,

knocks me out just to make it look good.

You're willing to take that lump?

For half of $40,000? Yeah.

It's a two-man job, Nick,

except we need a driver, okay?

Jimmy's first choice got the runs real bad this morning,

so I recommended you.

Jimmy: Now, the way I'm seeing that,

it's like we give you a fourth of what we take.

I mean, your job's too easy.

I mean, it's really too safe for anything more than that.

Come on, Nick. As a favor to me.

Jimmy: Look, it's one night's work, man.

I mean, the only way you can possibly fuck up

is if you forget to put gas in the car.

( laughs )

Barry's got two tickets to the ball game tonight,

and he invited me along.

Are you going to go?

Yeah, guess so.

Come by, though. I'll be back around 11:00.

Okay.

Nick: You got to eat those now?

It's a nervous habit.

Shh.

Game time.

- Christ, that was easy. - What, that's it? You got it?

Yeah. Want to drive a little?

- ( Sniffs ) - ( radio playing music )

Whoa. ( laughing )

( Coughing laugh )

Jimmy's going to have an Advil binge tomorrow.

Oh. ( laughs )

You're not too bright, are you, Barry?

Nope.

( laughs )

( Both laugh )

( Radio playing music )

- Nick: Hi. - Hi.

I brought you something.

Really?

What?

So people will stop laughing at your music collection.

"The Space Between Us"?

( laughs ) What is this?

It's what the kids are listening to nowadays.

Cool. Thanks.

♪ Before I let you down again... ♪

How was the game?

It was fine.

Want to know what the score was?

I listened to a sports radio show

so I could lie factually.

♪ In your eyes ♪

You don't have to tell me where you've been.

I will if you ask.

♪ I wouldn't have taken everything ♪

- I'm thinking of moving again. - ♪ Out on you... ♪

- Where? - Mm, Peru,

Malta,

Portland, Oregon, I don't know.

I hear it's nice in Portland.

Want to come?

Please?

♪ They say every man ♪

♪ Goes blind in his heart ♪

Well, when were you planning on going?

♪ They say everybody... ♪

Mm, couple weeks.

As soon as you've finished your masterpiece here.

♪ I've got nothing more to say ♪

♪ About it ♪

Is that a no?

It's a yes, you tosser.

So...

♪ Than you would me. ♪

( laughs )

Hey, Barry, Nick here

30 minutes after you were supposed to be here,

reminding you that the future state of our finances

does not excuse us from our efforts here at work.

Hope you're on your way.

Can I help you?

Get in the car.

Right.

P.A.: Welcome to Tropico Recycling Company.

Glass goes to bay four.

Plastic to bay 12. Thank you for your business.

That's right, nice and easy.

We're just going for a little drive.

How you doing?

We ain't met.

Know who I am?

I got a couple guesses.

I'm the guy you stole $40,000 from last night.

Your suspicions correct?

Thought you'd be an older guy.

My profession don't promote career longevity.

It's a young man's business.

Don't matter how I found out.

I found out.

Don't matter how sorry you feel.

You going to feel sorrier.

Don't matter how you plan to fix it,

'cause that plan is obsolete.

Freddie, take that shit off your head.

What for?

Take that shit off your head and give it to him.

- Blindfold yourself. - Why?

'Cause I don't know you,

and I don't know who you know.

( Gasps )

Have you ever read Adam Smith's "An Inquiry Into the Nature

and Causes of the Wealth of Nations"?

In it, the man addresses the two simple laws of the market.

First law-- self-interest.

It is not from the benevolence of the butcher,

the brewer, the fucking baker that we expect our dinner,

but from their self-interest.

I don't sell junk because I feel civic duty.

I do it out of...

Self-interest.

Second law-- competition.

Only under the check of competition

is a man's self-interest regulated from ruthlessness.

I don't charge a C-note a pop

because I think some other dude is going to underprice me.

No, I don't overcharge, because what suppresses me?

- Competition. - Consequently,

man's motivations of...

- Self-interest. -...are transmuted by...

- Competition. -...to yield social harmony.

You, motherfucker, have fucked with the laws of the market.

You have fucked with competition.

You have deregulated the self-interest

of some other dope-peddling fuck.

You done fucked up harmony.

You must unfuck it.

( Panting )

This is all simple economics.

- Fuck. Come on. - ( grunting )

Come on.

Now, Jimmy here has learned a lot about economics

the last few hours,

Keynesian theory, market trends, all that shit.

Learning the difference between laissez-faire,

which is what I'm doing right now,

and intervention, which is what I'm about to do.

Oh, we tried to see your other associate Barry,

but he was not at home.

Neither was most of his clothes.

We surmised he would not be returning soon,

so we came to see you.

( Jimmy groans )

What do you want, financial reparation?

What do you want?

( laughs )

Motherfucker likes big words.

You hold that thought, though.

Got to see the show first.

You remember Jimmy.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, quit it.

All right, Freddie, cola.

( Groaning )

Little carbonation up the sinuses

will fuck you up good.

Freddie: The drink that refreshes.

( laughs )

( Freddie laughs )

Damn, this is going to hurt.

Now let's deal.

I don't have your stash.

Then I want reparations,

$40,000.

( Sighs ) I don't have that either.

Oh, I think you do.

You just being coy.

What was your cut?

- Fourth. - 10,000.

You give me 15, we're all square.

You don't have it by Sunday,

then you take the taste test.

If you run...

...this is what your world will look like.

( Dialing )

( Beep )

Hey, Nick, it's Bryce.

Guess who's moving to Tropico.

( Tape fast-forwards )

( Beep )

Nick, Barry. Listen.

Jimmy isn't answering his phone.

I think things got fucked up.

I'm taking off for a while until I get a hold of him.

- ( Beep ) - Ah, call the office,

not here, you son of a bitch.

Things got fucked up with Jimmy?

Yeah, he's some friend of Barry's,

assistant manager prospect

who's supposed to show up tomorrow, and the guy's

- a complete flake. - Nick.

I'm in a doghouse.

I have a thousand.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't burden yourself with my fuckups, please.

Hey.

It's only money.

Besides, I've built up

a certain tolerance for your fuckups.

Maybe I can burden myself a little.

All right, 1,400.

We could sell your car.

Ah, 3,000, maybe four.

Still 10 grand short.

My only question is why pay them at all?

It's just buying us the right to keep living here,

and we're leaving anyway.

I think if I try and run and they find me,

they're going to hurt me.

Then don't run.

We'll pay them.

Okay.

So five days to raise $10,000.

You know what a champ I am at asking for money.

No. No, Nick, I told you.

In a month or so, we'll discuss this.

I can't wait. I need an advance today, or I'm through.

Look, I appreciate you taking Barry's shift,

and I'm going to pay you double time for it,

but that doesn't change my cash flow.

The next words out of your mouth are, "Yes, Nick,"

or you're locking up tonight.

Don't try to blackmail me, Nick.

Fuck!

( Shouts )

Ah, shit.

- ( Beep ) - Nick, this is Bryce again.

I just landed in town, got a phone number for you,

555-0173.

You know, also I was wondering,

is there a good mechanic in town?

'Cause my gear shift just took a crap on me.

Give me a call, babe.

( Beep )

Bryce.

♪ There's a new boy in the neighborhood ♪

♪ I'd like to meet him if I could ♪

♪ He's got the look that I dream about ♪

♪ Makes the other girls scream and shout. ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

Welcome to Tropico. Duck and cover.

Nick, come here, man. Come here.

God, it's great to see you.

You still got the Charger.

Ha! That's terrific. That's terrific.

You don't see a lot of white people driving these nowadays,

but, hey, man, good for you. Good for you.

Come on, let's get out of here. Let's go.

Jim, we'll talk to you.

Nick: Wow.

Wait till you see inside.

So we have survey questions to start,

American lit, Brit lit,

everything that should be taught in high school--

Hawthorne, James, Fitzgerald.

Nick: "So we beat on, boats against the current,

borne back ceaselessly into the past."

F. Scott, "Great Gatsby." It's a book he wrote.

Oh, we don't actually read anything we teach.

The department chair gives us CliffsNotes

at the beginning of the semester,

and we just say whatever's in those.

That's convenient.

Can you shut the door? Thanks.

Tad excessive.

Guy I'm housesitting for, a tad retentive.

( Birds chirping )

Can you believe this place?

You know, Mr. Beaumont's a local guy who made good.

He built this house overlooking Tropico to remind everyone.

Visual. Psshew.

Liquid. Keww.

Jesus Christ.

And here we have the corridor of wonder.

Man likes carpet.

Wait, even on the toilet seat

for those prolonged stays of leisure.

Oh, and observe the cabinet of whimsy.

Huh. ( laughs )

Isn't that great?

Oh, that reminds me.

How's your dad?

You still live with him, right?

No, he's dead.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

It's okay. It was a few months ago.

( Sighs ) Weird.

Hey, I've got something to show you.

It's a stay of execution...

...for a Union deserter during the battle of Vicksburg,

Mr. Beaumont's great-great-somebody or other,

but check out the sig.

Honest Abe.

Didn't he ever get tired of emancipating people?

Well, supposedly the stay was last-minute.

It was the only paper around.

Anyway, I remember you used to dabble in history,

so thought I'd give you a show.

( laughs )

You paying him anything to live here?

That is no on three conditions--

feed the plants, keep the place clean,

and don't invite anyone over.

I'm making an exception for you.

Bryce McCarthy, risk taker.

The starting professorial salary is shit.

I'm really lucky to have this place.

Well, your parents have money, right?

Their own mint. Last few years,

they've developed this financial tough-love philosophy

on their kids, sort of a benign neglect,

without the benign part.

What, they cut you off?

Yep.

This life of austerity is killing me.

( laughs )

Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln.

Signature goes for about $75,000.

Any of these look familiar? Eh?

Um...

yeah, this right here,

only these two things are switched.

- That one? - Yeah.

That's a rare item there, trial printing.

Only a few in existence and worth about...

$200,000.

So the two together would be--

That's a $300,000 stay of execution.

Unfortunately it does you no good to steal it.

Well, that's speaking presumptuously.

Yeah, well, you're asking about it,

and it's not yours.

Why would it do me no good to steal it?

Most documents like those, they're registered.

Hence, they're immovable.

Now, even if this one happens to be unregistered,

you steal it, owner reports the theft,

well, it's unmovable again.

What if it wasn't reported stolen?

Why wouldn't it be?

I don't know. What if?

You'd have to wait two months.

After 60 days, no theft report, you could sell the thing.

Of course, you'd want to muddy

the trail of ownership leading to you.

That's not so hard if you have the right fence.

And what would the right fence take?

- 10%? - 20.

( Both laugh )

You want me to check and see if there's a listing on it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look around.

( Door opens )

( Door closes )

( locks clicking )

Nick: It's unregistered,

which means it's fair game.

Charlie, the guy who looked it up for me,

said he'd advance me 15 grand upon receipt of the stay

and then, once he sold it, he'd send us the rest.

- You trust him? - Yeah.

Okay, so the trick is to steal it from a house

with an elaborate alarm system

and a housesitter who's not allowed to invite anyone over

without having it reported stolen for at least two months?

And without getting caught.

So how well do you know Bryce?

If you're asking can we bring him in on it,

- no, I don't think so. - You don't trust him?

Our sophomore year in college,

he cheated on a midterm exam.

He got caught, he confessed,

and then he gave up the other two guys as well.

So we got to steal the thing outright

and somehow make sure Bryce doesn't report it.

He's got to believe that he's going to get in more trouble

- reporting it than not. - How?

Make him think he committed a crime.

Murder's the obvious choice.

How do you convince somebody he's a murderer?

Other crimes--

arson, burglary, rape.

How do you convince him that he did that?

What?

Well...

...you can make it statutory.

You want me to lay your friend?

No. No, of course I don't.

You fuck him, Nick.

Liss.

And after that, you know who else you can--

Liss! Come on.

( Door opens, closes )

( Phone rings )

- ( Click ) - This is Nick.

- Leave a message. - ( beep )

Dealer: Ticktock, ticktock.

The mouse ran out the clock, motherfucker.

( Beep )

( Train wheels clacking )

( Car driving away )

( Groans ) God.

Nick.

Oh, my God.

Lissa: Okay.

Okay, I'll do it.

Oh, Liss, I'm sorry.

You fucking bastard.

You know what you did.

You bastard, you fucking bastard,

you know what you did.

You bastard.

Bryce, it's Nick.

Yeah, how are you?

Good. Good.

Listen, what are you doing tomorrow night?

No, I got a place.

It's called the Tropico Nocturne.

Nocturne.

Wait. Hold on one second.

- ( Beep ) - Hello.

Yeah, this is he.

Uh-huh. I'll have the money Sunday morning.

Okay, I'll be here.

( Music playing softly )

Say no, and we'll just call the whole thing off right now.

Hmm?

Once you've given him reasonable cause for concern...

...get the hell out of there.

Wait for the cab outside on the street,

not even on the property.

Okay.

Is that all?

♪ Look on down from the bridge ♪

Yeah, think so.

♪ There's still fountains ♪

♪ Down there... ♪

I won't see you until tomorrow night,

and I probably won't come back here afterwards...

...but I'll call you as soon as it's over.

Okay.

If that's what you want, okay.

♪ Everybody seems so far away from me ♪

Nick...

♪ Everybody just wants to be free ♪

Are you going to be okay with this?

- ♪ Look away ♪ - I don't know.

♪ From the sky ♪

Guess I have to be. I want to be.

♪ It's no different ♪

♪ When you leave them home ♪

Liss.

♪ I can't be sensing truly now ♪

♪ I'm just gone ♪

Yeah.

♪ Just gone ♪

♪ How could I say good-bye? ♪

♪ How could I say good-bye? ♪

( Song ends )

( Fire crackles )

Hi. This is me, and I'm here.

Just entertaining some last-minute reservations.

I thought maybe you want to stop--

Calling your girlfriend already?

( laughs, imitates whipcrack )

Hey, have her set me up with a friend.

I could use getting laid. Hey, bring a friend!

( Siren blaring )

I got a joke for you.

There's this elephant in the jungle,

and he's got a thorn caught in his foot.

- ( Sirens blare ) - Now, this mouse wanders by.

Elephant stops him and says,

"Hey, I'll give you anything

if you take the thorn out of my foot."

The mouse goes, "Okay, under one condition.

Afterward, I get to fuck you up the ass."

The elephant nods okay,

and the mouse takes this thorn out of his foot,

and the mouse says, "Hey, we had an agreement."

And the elephant goes, "Okay."

So the mouse jumps on top of his back.

He starts giving the elephant his business, right?

And meanwhile, there's a monkey up above in the trees.

The monkey looks down,

and he sees this mouse sodomizing this elephant,

and the monkey's just disgusted,

and he's so upset that he grabs a coconut from the tree,

he hurls it down at them.

The coconut hits the elephant in the head,

and the elephant hollers in pain,

and the mouse says,

"That's right, baby, take it all."

( laughing )

No. No.

Yes, yes.

I got to go to the bathroom.

Ye of little bladder.

♪ That you would never do ♪

- Can I settle out my tab? - No problem.

♪ He loves me too... ♪

Get out of here.

No.

- Listen... - ♪ Why can't he ♪

- ♪ Be you? ♪ -...I love you.

Why do you think I'm doing this?

Waitress: Thanks, hon.

( laughs )

( Chuckles )

I know, I know. I have a terrible drinking problem.

Whiskey doesn't stain, does it?

I don't think so.

Well, it's a hand-me-down, anyway.

Brooks Brothers handed it down to me.

You want to sit down?

It's only a college buddy and me.

Sure.

I'm here by myself, anyway.

- I'm Bryce. - I'm Kathy.

Hi, Kathy.

You're back. Kathy, this is Nick.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is this your seat? - No, not anymore.

Could I get that jacket from you? Thanks.

Bryce, I'll see you later. I'm going to go.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. I'm just a little preoccupied.

No kidding. It's been discovered

that our friend here is on a very short leash.

I took care of the tab.

- Will you leave some tip? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'll call you tomorrow. Nice to meet you, Kathy.

I'm sorry.

Nick, there's nothing to apologize about.

It's okay. See you, Nick.

See you, buddy.

( Sign buzzing )

( Lissa moaning )

We're fucked.

You're telling me.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I never meant this to happen.

I promise you. I promise.

You didn't get the key?

Where is it?

Bryce has it.

The note?

No, the key. I have the note.

No, it's not in your purse.

I didn't put it in my purse.

I have it.

What happened?

He just laid there for a while afterwards.

This is after you...

What then?

Then I started into my speech,

but he just went fucking ballistic,

and I tried to go for the door.

He didn't do anything to you, did he?

He dragged me down the stairs, Nick.

I know. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

He's just a bad drunk's all.

( Chuckles )

I must look terrific about now.

No, you wear captivity well.

So where is it, the note? Where is it?

Really?

You could at least kiss me when you do that.

Thanks.

That was really sweet.

( Thumping upstairs )

( Sighs )

...Lord today. Have you?

Have you thought about the Lord lately?

Have you sat down and...

I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad too.

Doesn't mean we have to stick around, though.

No.

So what are we going to do?

Well, I have two ideas.

First one-- I break that pole,

you slide your arms out, and we go home.

I like that idea.

Do we get the money?

I don't know.

He's been upstairs

studying your IDs for the past two hours.

Does he know they're both fake?

Not yet.

- What's idea two? - Bryce: What did she say?!

"My uncle is a fucking lawyer.

He's going to have your ass.

He's going to tear the scrotums off you cocksuckers. He's--"

Jesus. That's it, Nick. She's not going to drop it.

What was that one line?

"Both of you are going to rot in jail the rest of your lives,

going to be mayors of Ass-rape City."

( Gags )

You might want to lift the lid there.

( Vomits )

Jesus, Nick.

Jesus, this shitty little girl.

Work your whole life. One goddamn night--

Write a doctoral thesis on Middle English, Middle--

( retches )

...Middle fucking English to get fucked

by some prom queen in training.

Shit, I came once. I can't even remember.

So you don't get tenure. So what?

Fuck tenure. I'm unhirable.

I can't even get a janitor's job.

I might as well do what you do.

It's all I ever wanted to do, Nick, was teach.

It's all I know how to do, and now I can't

because Miss Bitch City downstairs won't let me.

I'm so fucked.

We are.

What?

Aiding and abetting, Bryce, kidnapping.

You mean she's bringing that against me too?

Us, Bryce, us.

Wicked fucking bitch. Bitch!

- Here. Come here. - Wait.

You done?

( Toilet flushing )

( Sighs )

Nick: Hey.

I screwed it. Sorry.

- She's wacked. - I know.

There's no way you could reason with someone like that.

God, I'd like to kill the girl.

( Preacher talking )

Showed up at the bar alone, right?

Yeah, I think.

Preacher: I want you to give.

Didn't seem like she knew anybody there,

and nobody, I imagine, would remember

the two of you leaving together, right?

Nah, the bartender saw her kiss me.

- Why? What are you suggesting? - We'll be right back.

Tropico, the time has come for you to pitch in--

- your cans, your bottles, - Bryce.

Hey, are you in this?

You had the production value of a bad porn.

- Bryce, prick... - What?

...why'd you call me?

- Why did I call you? - Yeah.

I called you 'cause I needed help.

You're a sly one, man. You're a fucking sly one.

- I'm not trying to be sly. - No, no, no, no.

- Talk to me. Talk to me. - I needed your advice.

Then stop fucking patronizing me!

I know what you're doing!

Tropico and recycling,

- together, we're on the move. - What?

Now you don't have to search the world for a perfect gift.

Hand-painted in the tradition of ancient--

You have been playing me for the fool all night,

ever since I walked in that door.

"What are you suggesting, Nick?"

Oh, you are sweet.

If you want to kill her, then say so,

but don't play games with me.

Kill her?

It's why I got the call.

Give you the nerve. It's out in the open now.

Don't pussyfoot around.

I-- kill her?

Yes, Bryce.

I couldn't do that.

- You couldn't? - We couldn't.

I can't believe that you're even saying this.

You mean actually kill her, take her life?

No, the other sense of the word "kill."

- What are you doing? - I'm looking for a pillow.

- What for? - There.

Have yourself a time.

This is not why I called you.

Why else? You were looking

for an alternative to letting her go.

What other alternative did you think I'd suggest?

Consciously or not, this is what you want.

This is why you called me.

Can we really do this?

Come here.

Sit.

Can we do this? Yes, I think we can.

No one can associate you with the girl.

There are no witnesses to your meeting except me,

and I'm your alibi for the entire evening.

No, no, no. I mean, can--

can we really-- I mean, she's--

She's a person, I know, with an actual life,

and we're talking about ending it.

You're right. That's--

it's pretty horrible.

But remember, we're talking about three lives here,

hers and both of ours.

( Inhales )

I just want to do what's right.

I do too,

and this is a moral issue,

but it's also a practical one,

the greatest good for the greatest number of people.

It's a tough one, granted.

We save her, we screw us, and vice versa, but think.

Who's worth saving here?

Who's created this problem?

Someone's going to get hurt, Bryce.

It's just a question of who.

Anyway...

...it's your decision to make. I'll stand by whatever you say.

Okay.

I guess I'll do it.

No, no, no. I'll do it.

- You sure? - That's why you called.

What's that?

It's what it looks like.

She gave you that?

It's weird, 'cause I remember her being really into it,

screaming like a champ.

I must have been doing something right.

I need the key now, Bryce.

- What? - Handcuffs.

Oh.

( Keys clinking )

I'll be back in a couple minutes.

What now?

You die.

Bryce: Oh, my God.

God.

- ( Alarm beeping ) - Oh, sorry.

( Alarm stops )

- You need a hand? - No, I got her.

Shit, I forgot her purse.

All right, just hang in there a little longer.

I'll have you out in two seconds.

( Gasps ) I don't know if I want to go through with this.

It's just a little while longer. Just hang in there, okay?

Nick, please.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

No, you're not coming with me.

- Yeah, I am. - No, you're not.

I don't want you. I can't use you.

Well, what are you going to do?

There's an incinerator at the recycling plant.

- I'm going to put her in it. - Is that safe?

Nobody arrives at work till 9:00.

Now, get out. Come on, get out.

- What about her car? - What about it?

Well, if they report her missing,

then the police will track the car, and when they find it,

they're going to ask around the Nocturne.

Okay, fine. I'll move it.

- You'll need the keys. - You have them?

Look, I can't stay here alone.

I just can't stay here.

I need to eat something.

Okay.

I'll drop you off to eat.

Then I'll deal with the girl...

...and then I'll deal with her car.

Okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Isn't there a minimum speed limit or something?

- ( Click ) - ♪ Glowworm, glimmer ♪

♪ Glimmer, lead us lest too far we wander ♪

♪ Love's sweet voice is calling yonder ♪

♪ Shine little glow worm, glimmer, glimmer ♪

♪ Hey there ♪

- ♪ Don't get dimmer, dimmer ♪ - ( chuckles )

♪ Light the path below, above ♪

♪ And lead us on to love. ♪

( laughs )

What?

- This song. - What about it?

It's all about sperm.

No, it's not.

Ah, come on. "Light the path that leads us on to love."

This little glow worm is like Rudolph the red-nosed sperm

leading all the other sperm up. Of course it is.

( Music stops )

You know, not everything in the world

revolves around fucking.

- Just most things. - Nope, they don't.

They revolve around money

and power and sometimes spite.

You know what? That's history's view.

Literature's view is it's all about fucking.

( Siren blaring )

Oh, shit.

Nick, turn around.

- Nick! - God damn it, Bryce,

- calm the fuck down! - P.A.: All right, slow down.

- Slow down. Take it easy. - Shit, Nick.

- Calm down. - Turn around.

- Slow down. Slow down. - Let's go.

All right, we got a car coming through.

Clear a lane there.

Hey, I need another 50. Put her over here.

More pressure, guys.

Stand back there. Stand back. Keep moving there. Keep moving.

Let's get some irons over here.

Pull around the left there.

Pressure's dropping on number two.

You guys, over here. Get that hose straight.

( Train crossing bell ringing )

Nick, Nick, there's a car following us.

Keep it up, Bryce.

Drunk and paranoid looks good on you.

Shit, I think it's a cop, Nick. They're going to stop us.

What if they stop us? What if they check the trunk?

Shut the fuck up!

- See? It's not a cop. - Nick.

Time's up, motherfucker.

- ( Bryce yelling ) - Get out.

Get out of the fucking car.

( Train clattering )

Bryce: Please, please, please.

( Train horn blows )

Bryce: No, no, no, no, no.

Don't try to hit me. Don't hit me!

Don't hit me. ( grunts )

Nick: You fuck!

Fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!

Get him off me, man!

( Groans )

Hey!

Nick!

( Train horn blows )

( Crossing bell stops )

What are we going to do now?

They just took the car.

They're going to find her.

Lissa. Lissa. Lissa. Lissa. Lissa. Lissa. Lissa.

- Nick! - Lissa. Lissa.

Nick, what are we going to do?

Quiet!

Nick, they're going to call the police.

Bryce, they're car thieves.

They're not going to call the police.

Nick, get up.

Come on.

Nick, get up.

Nick.

Nick, what do--

I'll take care of it. Just go home, okay?

- Just go home. - But--

Just...

( wind blowing )

( Panting )

( Phone ringing )

This is Nick. Leave a message.

- ( Beep ) - I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.

Hello?

Freddie: We got something of yours.

We got two things of yours, actually.

What do you want me to do?

Stop checking your ass out in the mirror.

You coming?

Dealer: Boy, you got a funny idea about chivalry.

When me and my lady go driving,

she always rides up front with me.

I thought our date was Sunday.

It was. I bumped it up.

Thought you might be getting a little flighty.

Apparently you been getting something.

- What the fuck you been up to? - Where is she?

Don't worry. We ain't offered her any soda.

150 years ago,

we had a very curious economic system in this country.

There was a civil war.

Yeah, I read about it.

But before that, my great-great-great-grandmother

was put up for auction,

set a female record in Georgia,

$800.

Now, given inflation, with today's dollars,

she was sold for approximately

10 Gs and some change.

Is that your asking price?

Mm-hmm. That'll be a total of $25,000 you owe me.

I can get you 20 in three or four hours,

if you can wait that long.

Freddie'll drive you back.

Your girlfriend will stay here...

...while you go get your daddy's money.

Wait a minute.

How'd you know about my dad?

( Crunch )

( Echoing laugh )

Hey. Hey. Hey.

- Hey! - Hey.

Aw, fuck.

Nick.

( Chuckles )

It's just, you know...

What did we steal?

Baking flour.

We thought you got all that money from your dad,

you know, and the house.

( laughs ) What's 20 grand?

I mean, come on.

We didn't expect you to pull all this shit.

What's your story?

I'm a finance major,

and we all got tuitions to pay.

I'm just his cousin, man.

By marriage.

- ( laughs ) - ( sobs )

( Yells ) You fucking...

- Hey! Hey! Hey! - ( all yelling )

Hey, man, calm down, man.

- Get up off of me. - Calm down, man.

What the hell's wrong with you, man?

Calm down.

Come on, man. Let's get him out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

What, you never fucked a friend before?

Jimmy: No hard feelings, man.

( Birds chirping )

Sorry about your car, dude.

You can call the police if you want,

but, you know, you do that,

we start mentioning the chick in the trunk.

♪ Take me down ♪

We'll try and get your wheels back.

♪ To where you hide ♪

♪ Lay me down ♪

( wings flap )

♪ Lay me down inside... ♪

Nick: Excuse me. You know what time it is?

7:30.

We got to be at Charlie's in two hours.

But, Nick, why?

That was the most fucked-up night in my pathetic life.

( Car horn honks )

- Lissa. - ( fire engine honks )

Liss!

Liss!

Wait. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I put you through all this.

Don't apologize to me, Nick.

Don't.

That only makes this whole situation worse.

You were in a hole, and I did what I needed to do.

But we can still salvage some of this.

We can still get the money.

The money, Nick?

Bryce has no idea you're still alive. We could--

What, just fuck him over?

Just fuck him over for the hell of it?

This was never about money, Nick.

This was about you being stuck

in the same place for your whole life.

( Wind blowing )

Shit.

You two together?

( Radio playing music )

I'm not sure.

- ( Ice clinks ) - ( toilet flushes )

Nick.

- Jesus, you're here. - Bryce.

What's going on? Did you find the car?

What are you doing here?

I was starving. This was the only place that was open.

I told you to go home.

Yeah, I know, but...

...Nick, I don't think I can handle this.

I've got this sick feeling inside.

It's like a tightness in my chest,

and I feel like it's kind of going to burst.

You killed her, Nick.

Excuse me?

You killed her. You smothered her.

I mean, she was a person.

Now she's just dead.

Yeah, can I get a cab?

Okay, and I can't handle it.

I mean, I just can't go through with it.

I got to talk to somebody.

( laughs )

Of course you do.

I'm sorry, Nick. I got--

I'm going to the police.

For me, I have to.

You know something, Bryce?

You're an asshole.

In fact, you've always been an asshole, even in college.

I think that's why I never really liked you.

Nick, I'm having a crisis of conscience here.

There's no need to be rude.

What the fuck is this?

- What the fuck is that-- - Lissa, wait.

What-- Lissa?

Christ, she's not--

( gasps ) What--

What the fuck is going on?!

Bryce, this is Lissa.

She's my girlfriend.

Was my girlfriend.

What happened? I mean, I thought she was--

She slept with you...

...to steal that

to save my life.

And if she leaves me now,

I'm never going to be able to make it up to her,

and I badly need to make it up to her.

I never liked you either!

Wow.

Driver: What's it going to be, in or out?

( Wind blowing )

I thought you were leaving.

I thought I was too.

Then I realized I didn't have any money.

( laughs )

Let's walk?

Where?

Anywhere, away from here.

♪ The first kiss ♪

♪ You planted to my face ♪

♪ The second twist ♪

♪ The taste of fear ♪

♪ Took up all the space ♪

♪ In here ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ I pick a way out in the twisted mess ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Disintegrated ♪

♪ Strategically impressed ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ No longer residents ♪

♪ At the new address ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Scratch me like a perfume ad ♪

♪ Recycle all the plans we had ♪

♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ Whenever I fake ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ Whoever I take ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ However it breaks ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

♪ Someone's going to fall ♪

- ♪ I sense a grain of stress ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

♪ Hurting you more or less ♪

♪ I pick up this twisted mess ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Like sinking ships ♪

♪ Dragged into abyss ♪

♪ Just slamming ♪

♪ In simpleness ♪

♪ Wherever I take the night ♪

♪ Keeping it eye to eye ♪

♪ Just slamming ♪

- ♪ With tastiness ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

♪ Pick a way out ♪

♪ In the twisted mess ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Disintegrated ♪

♪ Strategically digress ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ No longer residents ♪

♪ At your own address ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Watch me like a prison guard ♪

♪ Swipe me like a credit card ♪

♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ Whenever I fake ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ Whoever I take ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ However it breaks ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ Someone's going to fall ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ I sense a grain of stress ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

♪ Hurting you more or less ♪

♪ I pick up this twisted mess ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Take me, shake me, knock me, wait ♪

♪ A million ways that we relate ♪

♪ We both come to suffocate ♪

♪ To make it through the night today ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Count the days strategically ♪

- ♪ More or less ♪ - ♪ Craving to believe in me ♪

♪ More or less ♪

♪ Who to blame and who will be ♪

- ♪ More or less ♪ - ♪ Make it through an irony ♪

- ♪ More or less ♪ - ♪ Now that's tasting ♪

- ♪ Whenever I fake ♪ - ♪ On my lips ♪

♪ Fear that's always sour bliss ♪

- ♪ Whoever I take ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

♪ Now I start to reminisce ♪

- ♪ However it breaks ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

- ♪ Moving on to picture this ♪ - ♪ Someone's going to fall ♪

♪ Is this terror? ♪

- ♪ I sense a grain of stress ♪ - ♪ Is this bliss? ♪

♪ Sinking down, deep to abyss ♪

♪ Hurting you more or less ♪

- ♪ Now I start to reminisce ♪ - ♪ More or less ♪

♪ Moving on ♪

- ♪ Twisted mess ♪ - ♪ Picture this ♪

♪ Twisted mess ♪

♪ Twisted mess ♪

♪ Twisted mess ♪

♪ Twisted mess ♪

♪ Twisted mess ♪

♪ Twisted mess. ♪