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(banging on door) (gasps)

(exhales)

(insistent banging)

Hi! How was your trip?

Uh, what trip?

Uh, w... your curtains have been drawn;

I haven't seen you for three days;

I just assumed.

Oh, no, I-I've been here.

Just took a little stay-cation.

Well, you look... rested.

Hey, I need to borrow your chairs.

For the planning meeting?

In an hour?

- Sure. - So you are coming.

Uh! I told them you would.

Wh-who told who?

Well, some of our neighbors

think you're a little distant.

But I told them what a great guy you are.

Bring your chairs to the meeting.

Wait. What-what are we planning?

Ha! Good one!

(glass shatters)

Oh, hi, mate. What's up?

What are you doing?

It was a simple plan.

I boost Bear through the window,

and Bear unlocks the door for me.

But someone turned out to be a stupid ass!

Oh, really.

You twisted your ankle when you landed. Bullshit!

Get up!

Fine. Stay there, then.

Whoops.

Well, move!

Hey, buddy.

Hey, mate.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I... just wanted some me time

to clear my head.

Okay.

Uh...

wh-what are they planning?

At the meeting.

You're joking.

How could you forget?

(laughs)

You smoked all this?

Oh, shit.

I'm a bit of a loner--

it's part of my charm--

but first and foremost, I'm a pack animal.

And so are you.

I keep to myself.

I'm not bothering anyone.

- What do you care? - I'm just curious as to why. Why now?

Why are you shutting me out?

- This isn't about you. - Hiya, Wilfred!

See you at the meeting, Gene.

How do you know that guy?

Oh, you mean Green Gene the Gardening Machine,

recently got a new hip?

Everyone knows Gene. How do you not know Gene?

- So, what, I'm supposed to be friends with everybody? - Ryan, Ryan,

I'm gonna be straight with you.

This isolating is becoming a problem.

People are starting to think you're weird.

"It puts the lotion in the basket" weird.

I thought you said it didn't matter what other people think.

About you, no. About me, yes.

I'm the only friend you've got.

If people think you're strange,

how do you think that makes me look?

(urinating)

Damn rain!

- Wilfred, stop! - Relax, Ryan.

It's Trash Face.

I'm not being disrespectful;

I'm marking him as part of their community.

I'm also washing the schmutz off his face.

See, this neighborhood is like a pack.

A pack survives because everybody looks after each other.

We protect our own.

But there is one that dwells within our midst

that is unworthy of that fellowship.

(sniffing): An evil... parasitic maggot!

A creature so vile, diarrhea holds its nose when he walks by.

- Hey, man! - RYAN: Hi.

Hey, Wilfred.

(seething breaths) Him?

He's a warlock, Ryan.

Don't fall for his diabolical sorcery.

Come here, boy. Want to play ball?

You really want to do this, huh?

Okay.

Throw the damn ball already.

Let's do this.

Let's get this over with!

Where did...

I don't think Wilfred likes this game.

(panting)

- Looking for this? - Aah!

WILFRED: It doesn't make

any s... it doesn't make...

WOMAN: Andy? Did you do your homework yet?

Bye, Wilfred.

Suck my dick!

Hey, I like your strategy, mate.

Turn up an hour late-- makes us seem more important.

Um, I'm not going to the meeting.

Good idea-- save the magic till tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Ah, the annual block party.

That's what they're planning at the meeting.

Yeah, there's gonna be two kegs.

I'm not going, not this year.

But Jenna's put a lot of work into this.

She even took me to the groomer.

(quietly): Thanks for noticing, by the way.

Sorry, I'm gonna pass.

Dude, come on!

What's so wrong with a little beer

and some small talk with the assholes down the street?

A-And what am I supposed to small-talk about?

In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a lot of good news these days.

Look around, Ryan.

Do you know where you are?

Basement?

Rock bottom.

Go upstairs before it's too late.

You're playing with fire.

What do you mean?

Turn your back on the pack...

and the pack will turn on you.

Any dog will tell you that.

(Wilfred ascending stairs)

(rock music playing, lively chatter)

Hi. I'm Susie.

I don't believe we've met.

R-Ryan. I live in the corner house.

Oh! Oh, it's so nice to meet you. Doug?

Doug, Doug, Doug, Doug, Doug, come here, come here.

This is Ryan

from the corner house.

Well, hey, stranger.

We've lived here, what,

- ten years? - 11.

Holy cow, 11 years! We know everybody

on the block, and we don't know you.

But I've got to admit,

we've been curious.

Well,

Susie's been curious.

(speaks inaudibly) You have.

Oh... (giggles)

Well, I-I understand why you feel that way,

but... I-I've... I've made a real commitment

to get out there and meet new people.

- Oh. - Aw...

Wine?

Oh. Thank you.

- Thanks. (laughs) - Wow.

This is... this is good wine.

It was... Fatty Arbuckle's favorite.

Fatty Arbuckle. (chuckles)

(continues chuckling)

You're all right, Ryan.

I don't get it.

I'll show you later. (laughs)

SUSIE: Okay!

Oh, Charlie, Donna, come here.

This is Ryan-- he lives

- in the corner house. - Charlie's in real estate.

What about you, Ryan?

I-I was a lawyer.

Oh, what happened?

Oh...

y-you know, I-I just, uh...

What do you say we open that wine?

Answer the question, Ryan.

(music fading, distorting) W-Well, y... you know, I just, um...

I-I had... some,

uh...

(echoed, indistinct whispers)

I-Is it hot in here?

Are you okay?

(muffled stammering)

(muffled grunt)

(screams)

Well... now we know.

(music playing normally)

(squeaky grunting)

(rapid knocking)

(knocking)

- Hey, Jenna. - Hey.

(siren blaring)

What's going on?

Someone broke into a bunch of cars.

They smashed the windows

and stole a purse, a watch and Mr. Patel's laptop.

- That's awful. - Here's the thing.

Some of the neighbors kind of think it was...

you.

What?

I say we string up the weirdo

and lash him until

he tells us what he knows!

- Who's with me? - Well, you weren't at the meeting,

and your car was the only one

on the block that wasn't broken into.

I mean, I don't think you did it.

You didn't do it, did you?

What? No!

I didn't do it!

Bullshit!

(chanting): Bullshit! Bullshit!

Bullshit! Bull...

Hey, why am I the only one with a torch?

I can't believe this.

Now they're throwing eggs at me.

Why would people assume that I'm the thief?

Really? You're still not getting this?

You're the twitchy loner.

The pasty neighborhood creep.

And that's not me talking, that's Mrs. Patel.

- Is it possible I don't remember? - You can't even

remember a damn block party.

You got baked and blacked out,

then cut your hand on a broken car window

whilst committing a series of burglaries.

Allegedly. We need to start saying that.

I-I would never...

Never what?

Shit in your neighbor's boot?

Have sex with a stuffed giraffe in front of a small child?

You'd be surprised what we're capable of

once we put our mind to it.

(whispers): "Our mind."

Did I?

(soft chuckle)

What?

What's so funny?

Nothing. This is very serious, Ryan.

Wait a second.

You did this.

You framed me for breaking into all those cars!

Wh... What?! That's crazy!

(suppressed laugh)

And you drew a penis on my hand?

Gotcha! (laughing)

Oh, oh, you should see your face right now, Ryan.

Is this a joke?!

Why the hell would you do this?

Well, for starters... it's funny--

that's the laughter coming out of me--

but more importantly, now you have to go to that party.

Are you insane? I can't leave my house!

Don't you see, Ryan? If you don't go,

then they'll be even more suspicious!

Next time it won't be eggs on your window,

it'll be Mrs. Patel's feces.

And that's not me talking, that's still Mrs. Patel.

(lively chatter nearby)

(pop music playing)

Hey. Where can I put this?

Joey, will you go get Mommy another diet soda?

You can put your baked goods up your anus.

Ryan, hey, you made it!

Go home, you thieving white peckerwood!

Everyone is really glad you came.

This is pointless.

You can do this, Ryan.

You just have to put in a bit of effort here.

Follow my lead.

Hey-hey, Gene.

Digging the lime green Crocs, mate.

Wilfred, who's a good boy?

- I'm a good boy. - Oh.

Obviously. You, on the other hand--

hot dogs and potato salad?

How many Weight Watchers points is that?

Uh, Gino,

have you met my good friend, Ryan?

Uh... hey, there.

I'm Ryan.

Gene.

I heard you got your hip replaced.

How's it feeling?

Oh, not great, but it's getting there.

Thanks for asking.

I'm sure you'll make it through.

I mean, you are Green Gene, the gardening machine.

What the hell did you just call me?!

Jesus, Ryan!

What happened? I thought everyone calls him that.

Not to his face.

He sliced his thumb open in a gardening accident,

and it got gangrene.

He almost died.

I can't do this.

- Ryan, trust me. - ANDY: Wilfred!

- It's only a matter... - Hey, Wilfred.

(clears throat)

- As I was saying, it's only a matter... - Wilfred.

Want some food, Wilfred?

Food, huh?

Uh... uh, uh, I-I suppose I-I would want some food, yeah.

W-Why? What have you got?

(grunting)

(yelling)

That is not food!

It's a balled-up napkin.

But I thought it was... But how-how did he...?

(yelling)

(man groaning)

Well, this is so embarrassing.

I thought you'd still be at the party.

Uh... it wasn't really my scene.

Why am I not surprised?

Textbook loner behavior.

Frozen TV dinners, many, many of these crusty tissues.

Aw! (laughs) And this.

Only two calls last month.

- That's really sad, Ryan. - You know my name?

I know your Social Security number.

You really need a shredder.

You know what? Go ahead.

Steal my identity.

Have fun being me.

Ooh.

(panting)

You remind me of myself when I was a young man.

Oh. It's encouraging.

I came over here 1977.

I didn't speak the language back then, so

difficult to make any friends, so eventually, I stopped trying.

Loneliness overtook me. Depression.

I ruined my life.

When I die, it'll be like I-I was never here.

I'll be forgotten.

(laughing)

Got a bit heavy there, eh?

(laughing)

So this is my future.

It doesn't have to be.

Ryan, you need to reach out.

Make a connection with your fellow human beings.

In fact, you can start with me right now

by letting me pull on your junk for 20 bucks.

I need some heroin, man.

Ryan, there you are.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Bob and Shelly Reinhardt are about

to karaoke the tits off "Summer Lovin'."

See you around, Trash Face.

What did you just call me?!

Jesus, Ryan!

You asshole!

He had horrible adult acne two years ago.

People used to joke that God had trashed his face.

(sighs) Where are you going?

Look, I know you've been trying

to help me connect with the pack,

but you've only made it worse.

Everybody hates me, and there's no way to change it.

(siren toots)

Don't underestimate me, Ryan.

(garbled police radio transmission)

- What's going on? - You won't believe this.

The cops just found everybody's stolen stuff

in Andy's playhouse.

- What?! - Yeah.

They received an anonymous tip.

I feel bad about Andy.

He seemed like such a nice kid.

So long, Andy.

Let's see your black magic save you

from getting gang-stomped in juvie.

(garbled radio transmission)

My friend, I feel great shame

for accusing you unjustly.

I will not sleep well tonight.

But tomorrow, during the day,

I'll take a long nap.

(pats back)

Welcome to the community, mate.

(heavy sigh)

- Hey, Ryan. - Hey, Maggie.

I just left some pumpkin cookies at your house.

You did?

I'm really sorry about that anus comment.

Dinner at our house next week?

I'm not taking no for an answer.

Okay. Sure.

Okay. Bye.

(door closes)

RYAN: Okay. Fine.

It's nice to finally be a part of the community.

But-but how can I enjoy it

when it's all at the expense of an innocent kid?

He's not a kid, Ryan.

It just takes the form of a kid.

You know, you talk a lot about the pack,

but isn't Andy a member of the pack?

I thought community

was about looking out for each other.

The pack protects its own?

You're right.

You know what you should do?

March on over to Mrs. Stevenson's house

and tell her the truth.

Your neighbor's dog masterminded multiple break-ins

and planted evidence on her child.

I'll take the blame.

Don't be stupid! You'll go to jail!

I understand why you're so angry,

but there's nothing more I can do.

I can barely afford Andy's lawyer.

Your son owes me a new laptop, snowflake!

Mr. Patel, stop.

It isn't her fault.

There's something you need to know.

I-I was...

(woman screaming)

I was looking for Wilfred, and I found him lying here.

He's dead.

- Who is he? - I've seen him around,

- but I don't know his name. - Look at this.

Laptop.

- Laptop. - Wilfred.

That's my laptop!

Hmm... Mr. Patel's stolen laptop.

- I wonder if that means... - Oh, my God.

Maybe this homeless guy was the thief all along.

- I-I don't know if... - I'll bet that sick bastard

was stashing the stolen goods in little Andy's playhouse.

Sick!

Couldn't have said it better myself, Gene.

So, Andy didn't do it. It was...

Well, hold on. I-I think

we're all jumping to conclusions.

- The truth is... - WILFRED: Ryan,

what am I gonna do if you go to jail?

You're the most important member of my pack.

The pack protects its own.

Uh, I guess... there's no other explanation.

The bum did it.

Thank God.

Wilfred, please tell me you didn't kill Trash Face?

'Course not, Ryan.

I just left 20 bucks in his change cup.

But his cardboard sign was very clear.

That money was for food, not drugs.

Besides, he got what he wanted.

To be remembered as a dead, homeless junkie

who stole their stuff?

Exactly.

To be remembered.

Trash Face, I didn't know you that well.

You were homeless, and...

I'm just gonna come out and say it.

You were kind of a prostitute.

But you taught me a valuable lesson.

It's important to have other people in your life.

Don't worry, Ryan.

Trash Face is probably smiling down on us

from heaven right now.

Hell, I bet he just found a fresh vein

in one of his angel wings.

- What are you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing?

He was part of my community, Ryan.

I'm paying my respects.

Rest in peace, Trash Face.

(crying): Rest in peace.

(sobbing)

No, thanks. I think I need to take a break for a while.

You mean, like, not getting high?

I just want to clear my head for real.

Suit yourself. Knock.

By the way, I'm glad you patched things up with Andy.

(inhaling) That was big of you.

Yeah, well, I guess he is part of the pack.

And honestly, Andy's not so bad.

I think I figured out his trick.

Check it out.

This-this is gonna blow your mind.

(thud) And the ball is still in my...

How the hell does he do that?!

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Well, I should go shower.

I got to get ready for Maggie's dinner party.

Do it. Jesus, Bear,

Ryan doesn't know we call him that.

Not to his face. Idiot!

(sighs) Bad.

(sighs)

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