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STEVO: The thing about me and Bob,
and pretty much all of us, was

we hated rednecks more than
anything else, period.

Because rednecks for us
were America incarnate.

And America? Huh.
Well, fuck America!

So, hey, what do
you wanna do now?

Let's score. I gotta get some pelt
tonight or my balls are gonna drop off.

I hear that.
(SCREAMING)

Come on, cowboy!

Come on!

STEVO: What can I say? We weren't much
more than a couple of young punks.

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(REGGAE SONG PLAYING)

Good morning, Bob.
Rise and shine.

It's a beautiful fucking day.

All right.

Two more hours.

But that's it.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

STEVO: To be an anarchist in Salt
Lake City was certainly no easy task,

especially in 1985.

And having no money, no job,

no plans for the future,

the true anarchist position was,
in itself, a strenuous job.

And our tribe was small. I mean,
at the center was me, Stevo,

and Bob, my roommate,
Heroin Bob.

Oh, Bob didn't really do heroin.
In fact, he hated needles.

Bob's irrational fear of needles

was in contrast to everything
you'd think about the guy.

I mean, to look at him, you'd think
he was a madman, which he was.

But he was also one of the most
uptight guys I'd ever met.

He didn't do anything about
the cut on his hand, nothing.

I mean, absolutely nothing.
He just wrapped it up

in a dirty old T-shirt, and he
left it like that for weeks.

Is he gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah. He'll be fine.
I'm sure. Thank you, though.

Hi, how are we doing?

Okay.
Can I take a look at that?

Okay. All right.

Oh, what the heck
did we do here?

I think that wound's the most
infected thing I've ever seen.

I hate doctors, man.
I hate 'em.

Well, you're lucky those boys
brought you here.

Okay? Because without me
you'd be dead.

Patty, we need
a gram of amoxicillin.

(BREATHING HEAVY)

That's a nasty cut you've got there.
How did you manage that?

I fell off my bike.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry.
Does it still hurt?

(SHUSHING)

That's a nice kid.
Yeah, sad, really.

How's that?
Kids.

There's not much future
for 'em, hmm?

We all die, Stevo.

That's true.
Very true, Mike.

BOB: No, no! No,
I'm fine! I'm fine!

Get that fucking needle
away from me, man!

No, I don't do needles!
Get off me! Get off!

God damn it! No! No!

You pack of murderers! No!

No needles!

Help me! Help me!
No, no, please!

STEVO: So Heroin Bob was named as
such 'cause he was afraid of needles.

But not just needles. The guy
was afraid of drugs, too.

We couldn't even get him
to take a damn aspirin.

He drank, and he smoked cigarettes
but that's it. He'd say...

You know that shit you guys do?
You're fucking yourselves up, man.

Fucking acid. Acid.
It never leaves your body.

It's in your fuckin'
spinal cord forever.

Let me tell you something about
the nature of chemicals, man.

You know that dude Napoleon?

He was banished to an island
when the French got sick of him.

That's right. He supposedly died
of stomach problems, right?

Wrong. He was actually poisoned
over a long period of time.

Murdered by arsenic,
a preservative.

And you know how?
No idea.

His hair.
His hair?

His fuckin' hair.
It was arsenic.

You could tell how long
he was being poisoned

by following the traces
of poison up his hair.

Dude, dude, dude, if you do
enough hits of it, you're dead.

It really makes you think, doesn't it?
Think what?

That chemistry's the wrong fucking
major for a guy like you.

It's the wrong major, Bob. You
should lay off the acid anyways!

You heard about Sean, right?
No, what happened to Sean?

You know he was
selling acid, right?

No, man. I told you $25, man.
$25. It's inflation.

Shit's getting expensive, man.

Thanks, man.
No problem.

Nice spikes.
Nice fuckin' suit.

Let me ask you something, Sean.

What the fuck
did you become a punk for?

Hey, man. Come on. The kid wants
to be a punk, let him be a punk.

You see, Russ.

Mods are pussies, man.
That shit's fuckin' dead.

If we catch you out tonight,
we're kickin' your ass.

Come on. He's all right.
Kickin' my ass? Kick my ass?

Come on. Let's go. Get on
your bikes and ride away.

Hey, fuck you! No, thanks, sweetheart.
All right.

Your mom's driving us
to soccer practice?

4:00.
You guys enjoy.

BOB: So Sean puts all this acid in
his pocket, and the school cop...

STEVO: Where was this?
Southeast High, man.

So he takes off running,

and he's running through
the track field,

and the sprinklers are on.

BOB: So the water
soaks through his pants

and melts the acid which
went through his pants

onto the skin on his leg.

So you know,
over a hundred hits of acid

dissolved into Sean's leg.

Fried him.

So I went to see him
a week later.

It had just snowed, and he was
sitting outside in the cold.

Sean?

What are you doin' outside, man?

Are you him?

Yeah, I'm him.
Jesus!

Have I sinned,
or am I going to heaven?

You're fryin', man.

How much acid did you take?
Wait. You're not Jesus.

You're Bob.
I'm Bob! How goes it?

How are you doing that?
Doin' what?

Walkin' on water. If I get off this
chair, I'll drown. Wanna know why?

'Cause I can't swim.
Oh, I get it.

So, Sean,
do you see land anywhere?

Just water.

Say, Bob?
Yeah.

You are Jesus.

That's right. I am.
Why do you ask?

Satan is in the house.

He killed my mom

and turned her into a bull.

Oh, I didn't hear you come in!

What? What?
Come here.

I gotta kill her!

Okay! Hold still!

(SCREAMING)

(BULL BELLOWING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Put your hands in the air
and slowly turn around.

I'm saved! I'm saved!
Put your hands up!

Yeah, sure, Sean.
You're saved.

I said put your
hands in the air.

Chemicals, man.
They'll fuck you up.

I always wondered what happened
to that crazy little shit.

It's a crazy
fucked-up world

and we're all just barely
floatin' along,

waitin' for somebody
that can walk on water.

STEVO: Bob was like that,

a real asshole when it came
to reading into things.

He liked to wrap things up into neat
little packages that implied the world.

See, Sean was fucked up.

Not the world.
The world was just confused.

And not the world, really.
Just the people in it.

Bob was confused. And more,
Bob was paranoid as fuck.

That's right.
Bob was in quarantine.

The doctor said that
Bob's infection was so bad

that it had become
a lethal virus.

And so he was under quarantine
for some weeks.

It was the beginning of the
fall and the rest of our lives.

We both graduated college
after taking summer classes,

a major feat, since our aim in college
was to be as destructive as possible.

Our mission, after leaving high
school as two aspiring young punks,

I think the only two punks in
Salt Lake City at the time,

was to go to university
and bring down the system.

Why? Well,
for obvious reasons.

Anarchy, the only system of government
that seemed to make any sense to us.

And the irony was we had made it through.
I did well, even.

My father was hell-bent on getting me to
go to Harvard Law School, like he did.

My father tried to get me to go right
after I graduated high school.

Thank you for giving us
an hour of your time.

Your mother and I found this
to be rather important.

You finished high school.

Thank God. And now it's
your time to do good.

This rebellion thing you're
going through, I understand it.

Not completely,
but I respect it.

Now you should think about
what is right for you.

I mean, be free,
darling, always.

Yeah. Be practical, Steve.

You got a chance to go to Harvard.
You've got me as an alumnus.

That can't hurt. But only
if it makes you happy.

Look, if you want to rebel there,
you can do it. I went to Woodstock.

Me and the guys had a lot of fun.
We did our thing there.

We got behind
some causes, though.

We fought for some
very strong causes.

We ended, collectively, we
ended that goddamn war in 'Nam

so that guys like you
could be free.

There's all these possibilities for
you, Steven. Carry the torch now.

Okay? I can see by looking
at you that you're ready.

I'm proud that you're an individual.
Very proud.

So proud.

One thing.

This may not be easy to hear,
but the hair.

Maybe tone it down a bit. The
whole thing that you're doing.

In my day, it was long hair,
beatniks, paisley.

You know. That stuff.

Not liked, that kind of thing.
This whole thing you're doing

this statement about
the American Indian,

I'm baffled.
And not just me.

A regular guy in the street's
gonna be baffled, too.

And we're hip, we're cool.

It's just those guys on the East
Coast are never gonna get it.

They're not gonna get this
in New York.

Darling, we sound like our parents.
Yeah.

It's difficult, dear.
We just want to support you.

A hundred percent. Take the ball and
run with it. Make a difference.

But always with love.
Remember that, Steven.

Always with love.
Oh, time out.

I just want to ask real quick,
if I can.

You believe in rebellion,
freedom and love, right?

Absolutely. Yes.
Rebellion, freedom, love.

You two are divorced,
so love failed.

Two: Mom, you're a New Ager, clinging to
any kind of scrap of Eastern religion

that may justify why the
above said love failed.

Three: Dad, you're a slick,
corporate, preppy-ass lawyer.

I don't really have to say
anything else about you, do I?

Four: You moved
from New York City,

the Mecca and hub of the cultural
world, to Utah, nowhere,

to change nothing,
more to perpetuate

this cycle of money, greed,
fascism and triviality.

Your movement of, by and for
the people got you nothing.

You just hide behind some lost sense
of drugs, sex, rock and roll.

Oh, Kumbaya.

I am the future. I am the
future of this great nation

which you, Father, so arrogantly
saved this world for.

Look. I have my own agenda.

Harvard, out.
University of Utah, in.

I'm going to get a 4.0 in damage.
I love you guys.

Don't get me wrong.
It's all about this.

But for the first time
in my life, I'm 18

and I can say, "Fuck you!"

Steven, I didn't sell
out, son. I bought in.

Keep that in mind.

That kid is gonna make
one hell of a lawyer, huh?

Yeah, he takes after his father.

He's a son of a bitch.

Fuck you, dear.

STEVO: And now, four years
later, I was a college graduate.

We did what we could to fuck things
up, but the system is strong

and they were many
and we were still few.

But this fall was gonna
be the fall, all right.

Bob and the rest of us had made
an oath to do absolutely nothing.

We were gonna waste
our educated minds.

We had no other way of fighting.

As I said, there just
weren't enough of us.

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Sure, there was a lot more punks
than there was four years earlier,

but there was also
as many posers.

Posers were people that looked like
punks, but they did it for fashion.

And they were fools. They'd
say, "Anarchy in the U.K."

You see? Posers.
"Anarchy in the U.K."

What the fuck's that?

What good is that to those
of us in Utah, America?

It was a Sex Pistols thing, right? They
were from England. They were British.

That's what they did. They were allowed
to go on about anarchy in the U.K.

You don't live
your life by lyrics.

I mean, that's all you ever
heard from these trendy fucks.

Like, "Did you hear the new Smiths album?
It's fuckin' terrif."

Kids walking around Utah saying "terrif"
with a stupid old English twang.

See what I mean? What the fuck's
up with the England bullshit?

You know Jag?
He's a fag.

I knew a girl who'd only have sex with
a guy if he had a fucking accent.

Can you think of anything
more ludicrous?

So every asshole
in Salt Lake City,

and let me tell you, plenty of
assholes in this general region

that wanted to do some of
this, would get her drunk

and put on some kind
of stupid accent,

like, "Hey, mistress,
do you fancy a shag?"

And there she would
fucking knees in the sky.

It was sad. It made me really sad.
Poor girl had no self-respect.

To me, England was nothing
more than a big American state

like North Dakota or Canada.

You gotta look at me and say, "Hey, why
are you so mad?" And I'll tell you.

'Cause for all the fawning that
went over the English bands in SLC,

those fuckin' English chaps could
only say shit about us Americans.

All we were to them
was a bunch of hicks.

Well, you know what?
I'm not a fuckin' hick!

I don't wear cowboy boots.
I hate the fuckin' rodeo.

Horses smell like shit to me

and I don't fuck anyone
in my own bloodline.

By definition, I'm not a redneck,
and I ain't a fuckin' hick.

Oh, the sun never sets
on the British empire.

Well, the sun never sets
on my asshole!

Another thing that pissed me off,
talking about who started punk rock.

Was it Sex Pistols in England?

Was it the Ramones and the
Velvet Underground in New York?

Is it the Ramones?
Is it the Sex Pistols?

Who cares who started it?
It's music.

I don't know who started it,
and I don't give a fuck.

The one thing I do know
is that we did it harder,

God damn it, we did it faster, and we
definitely did it with more love, baby!

You can't take
that away from us.

Exhibit A.

It's my only exhibit,
really, but, you know what?

I think it's pretty
fuckin' good.

Fuck off and die.

♪ One of these days
it's got to go

♪ One of these days
I'm comin' out slow

♪ One of these days
we'll all be bored

♪ One of these days
I'm comin' out strong

♪ One of these days
it's got to go

♪ One of these days
I'm comin' out strong

♪ One of these days, yeah ♪

If you were a fuckin' man,
you'd fuck me here!

I said if you were a fuckin' man,
you'd fuck me here, right here, now!

Fuckers.

Hey, wasn't she with you?

Who?
Um, Sandy.

Last week, dude.

We hung out, but nobody's anybody's.
Anyway, I got my eye on Trish.

Hey, where is Trish?
I have to talk to her.

She's setting up for
the after party for the band.

Hey, isn't Trish,
like, 30-somethin'?

Yeah, dude. She's fuckin'
smart as hell, too.

I can listen to her talk
for, like, hours.

Yeah. That's good for you 'cause
all she ever does is talk.

I see Stevo
is getting along tonight.

I gotta do somethin'.

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

So, Mark,
how are you doin', old man?

Fuck!

I'm not old, motherfucker.

Oh, no. I just... You know, I mean,
you're older than anyone else here.

It depends on
how you look at it.

I'm young in my heart,

younger than any
of these sad souls over there.

You know, Bob,
he's always looking for pain.

That's why I don't understand
you Americans.

You're always looking for pain.

Yeah, well, you know what? It pains
me to hear you say that, Mark.

It really does.

Hold these.

More pain you're looking for?

No, I have to go take care
of something.

(CROWD SCREAMING)

Hey, that's Bob!
What?

Yeah, Bob!

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

The police. What an untidy
group of little fascists.

What do you expect
in a town of God?

Mormons run the state, and that is
the state of things, I'm afraid.

Listen, poser.

Let me just explain this to you.

It was my instinct to react that
way because you punched my friend.

I'm the bouncer for the band.
It's my job.

Yes, but this is a punk show.

And mayhem and punk shows,
It's like peas and carrots.

It's common for a guy to jump on stage,
and then he jumps right off again.

Look. I'm really sorry
about the beating,

and I hope the rest of your stay
in America is more pleasant.

You're under arrest, son.
For selling pot?

It's harmless, you know.
No, the pot's fine.

However, this shirt happens to
be illegal in several states.

I see. It should be
a torn shirt, huh?

With a picture
of Ronald Reagan on it,

maybe with a bullet hole
in his head?

That would be more punk?
Yeah. You're a good man, Mark.

We need more men
like you in America.

I rest easier
now that you say this.

Eddie.
Bobby.

Hey. Fuck you, man.
Hey.

Hey, you're that singer dude.
Hey.

So, what did you think?
Good show?

I'll never play
this town again, mate.

It's too tame
for you British types?

No, it's too bleedin' violent.
Thank you.

Come with me. I've got
something to show you.

So here's this band.

ECP,
Extreme Corporal Punishment.

One of the toughest, most
hard-core bands in the U.K.

Good band, as well. They come to Salt
Lake City. They think it's too tough.

An 18-year-old punk beat the shit out of
their bouncer. I rest my case on this.

In a country of lost souls,

rebellion comes hard,

but in a religiously
oppressive city,

which half its population
isn't even of that religion,

it comes like fire.

You're here to visit?

Yes. I think we're all excited
to see how he's doing.

Have you seen The Exorcist?

Yeah.
Did you like it?

Yeah. Is this dangerous?

Not clinically.

What does that mean?

Jesus!
Hey, Bob.

Are you alive?

I want a cigarette, man.

I want to get out of here.

Listen, buddy.
We've got good news.

They say today's gonna be
your last day.

Today?
Today.

Thank God!
These doctors can kiss my ass!

Knock it off, tough guy,
or I'll give you another shot.

That woman
fucking hates me, man.

What's with the tape?

Don't tell me you're going
poser on me, you big loser.

No, dude. I'm going crazy, man.
How long have I been in here?

Three weeks.
Oh, my God!

Anyone come visit you? No, no.
Just you. Just you guys.

You did. I've been quarantined, man.
They named a disease after me.

You are a disease. Uh, what
about your father, Bob?

What about my father?
I just thought... He didn't.

Oh, no. He didn't come.
He's drunk, you know.

But I'm free, huh? I'm free.

(WHOOPS)

STEVO:
You know, I love the guy.

Now the fall of hate
could really get started.

The first order of business, we
threw a party at our apartment.

This is, like, the first party
of the fall, right?

The whole tribe's here.
Everyone's in the house.

Let me make introductions.

You remember Bob,
of course. He's...

Hey, stop fuckin'
with that stereo!

He's also one of the hosts.
It's his fucking stereo.

And this... Oh, my God.
This is Trish.

She's, like, a Bohemian queen.

She is the goddess of the scene.
Everybody really wants her.

Hey, come on.
Let's keep going.

Now stay close 'cause I
don't know everyone here.

There's a lot of posers.

Oh, this kid, though. This
kid, he's not a fuckin' poser.

He's not a poser. He looks
like a total nerd, right?

This guy looks like a geek,
but his name's Mike.

He's one of the most
hard-core guys in the scene.

Well, watch what happens. Stay
where you are. I'll be right back.

This is great.
It's my favorite part.

You see what I mean?
Punk rock!

It's punk rock!

The party's in full swing.
Let's continue.

Hey, Mark, how's it rollin'?

Rolling fine.

Here. It's on me.
For me?

But be careful. That stuff
can make you stupid.

Fuck you!

More stupid
than you already are.

Hey, this is Mark. Now,
Mark is not a punk rocker.

Why, he's nothing, really.
He's not even a peer.

But everybody knew him,
and all the tribes love him

because he always
had pot and acid.

What this crazy foreign fuck was doing
behind this Iron Curtain, I had no idea.

I don't think anyone in Utah
really knew,

but we did know that he was
rich, loaded with killer bud

and completely out
of his fuckin' mind.

STEVO: Now, Mark was rich, but
not because he was a pusher,

which he really wasn't.

He was independently wealthy.

His whole family died in a plane crash
over in Europe when he was five.

The thing was, he liked to
buy stuff and show it off.

His bank account bulged from
the insurance off the crash.

So you'd have to sit through some
bullshit if you wanted to score,

because the one thing
about Mark, he loved company.

This looks like a silver record,
but it's not a silver record.

It's a laser disc.

This one is a water bed.

But it's not a normal water bed,
because a normal one goes like this.

Lots of waves. Funny thing is,
this one doesn't have any waves.

Well, why didn't you just
buy a normal mattress

that doesn't have waves?

This one doesn't have waves.

See, it also comes in silver, but I
bought black because it looks cooler.

Yeah, but...
This is the masterpiece.

It has one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven...

Seven settings
for optimum comfort,

all of which
I will gladly show you now.

It has this projector
in the back.

Five thousand bucks. I mean, you
can buy a fucking car for that.

This thing here
has a little platinum thing.

There's a movie on there.

And so it never,
never ever gets dirty.

I never buy records. I only buy CDs
'cause they sound much better.

That's great.
Hey, there's more.

A lot more?
Much more!

Wake up.

STEVO: It was a character flaw,
sure, but we all have those.

This part didn't concern me.
The main problem with Mark

was that he was intimidating,
and he had a tendency to snap.

He was always afraid
of getting ripped off,

yet at the same time, he ripped
things off without shame or guilt.

Chaos in man, although hopeful

could also be, you know,
a little tiresome.

I had two bags of grass
in this kitchen.

They are always trying
to stiff me, you know?

Who is?
Who?

Who? Everybody.

You know I give to everybody,
Stevo. You know that.

And they just go ahead and try
to take whatever they want.

It makes me want to kill,

which I've done in the past,
believe me.

I'm not saying it makes
me a man or anything.

I'm just passing
on the information.

When did you kill?

In Miami, I shot two men.

Why do you think I'm here?
'Cause I love this place?

Salt Lake Shitty?

They tried to rob me,
so I shot them in the head.

You have to put at least one bullet
in the head just to make sure.

Get out of here.
Come on.

You didn't kill anybody.
Fuck you.

You don't believe me, huh?

Well...

Hey.
With this.

You want to be a cowboy,
I show you cowboy.

Come on. Just put that thing away.
I hate those things.

Put it away. I get the joke.
Now put it away.

When I was a kid,
my family died in a crash.

I know.
You know?

My mother told us to buckle up because
things were going to get bumpy,

so I did.

I looked at her, and she smiled.

And then like this, boom,
the plane was going down.

My dad was next to the pilot,
and he told us not to worry.

But, hey, even at five I knew we had
trouble because the pilot was crying.

So I looked at my sister. She was
like, "Oh, man. We're getting close."

So I looked at my mom again,
and she smiled at me again,

and so this time I smiled.

And then we hit the ground

and something
came through that plane

and cut my mother's head off.

So now this head
was flying straight at me

and she never took her eyes
off of me.

That's when I passed out.

And when I woke up, my family
was all around me in pieces.

I saw my mother's arm,
my sister's leg,

my brother's head,

but I couldn't find my father.

I wanted to, though,

'cause I was going to kick
his fuckin' dead body.

'Cause he lied.

You know what I'm trying
to tell you, Stevo?

It's so easy, so easy to get
it taken away from you.

And they try, every chance
they get, they try.

It's bad.

I mean, it's really bad.

Do you trust Bob?

Bob? Yeah.

I think he might
have taken my stuff.

Well, he's asleep.

What about when
we were upstairs?

He could have taken it then.

Right. Well,
I don't think so.

I mean, it's not like Bob.
He's not a thief.

How do you know? You know what?
I think we should ask him.

No. Hey, Mark. Wait.

Hey, Mark. Come on.
Just chill out, man.

Oh, Jesus. Hey, wake up.
Hey, you!

Get up. You have my shit!

Put that shit away
before I kick your ass, man.

Are you all right?

Get off my back!
I don't want to hurt you!

Come here!

What? What?
Come on. Empty your pockets.

This is fucking uncool, Mark!
We'll see about cool in a minute.

All right. See, he doesn't have anything.
I told you.

Shut up! Man!
That's it, dude.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry? Yeah, I just
thought you had my shit.

Well, fuck you, man!

Hey, don't say that, fuck you.
I said I'm sorry.

No, fuck you!
I said sorry!

Come on, Bob. You're like my brother.
No. Get away.

All right. I'm not mad. Yeah.
You're my friend, huh?

Give me a kiss.
All right.

Here you go.

Hey, did I scare you?

It didn't scare me.

It was a joke, you know.

That's funny.
Yeah. Okay.

Good one, buddy.
Okay.

You shot the couch. You know what?
I buy a new one.

Oh, there you go. I say we
go out and steal a car, huh?

All right.
Okay? Let's go.

Punk rock. Maybe you should
just leave the gun, though.

STEVO: So Mark and Bob made up
'cause that's just how Mark was.

What could you do?
Later he stole a car.

Not that he needed a car. He
already had, like, three cars.

But I guess fun is fun.

We drove around for a while,
got stoned, me and Mark.

Bob just drank beers.

We talked and had to listen to Mark's
nonsense theories about everything.

You know what the funny thing
is about Ronald Reagan?

Actually, it's not that funny because the
poor guy has only one testicle left.

No shit. It's true. I
saw a picture once.

Fuck, dude!
That explains a lot.

Ronnie.

The world has no way to clean itself.
That's why there is so much dust.

There is this underground road,
and it leads from Texas to D.C.

You know what? They smuggle
UFOs through there.

It's a bad thing.

Unidentified flying objects?

Did you know that
dolphins are man-evolved?

Did you know that?

I saw once a half-dolphin,
half-man in Greece.

STEVO: And as the night closed, Mark
decided to dump the stolen car.

You know, evidence.

Sink.

Sink, you fool!

Hey, why won't she sink?

Well, it's 'cause
it's the Great Salt Lake.

And? Yeah, dude.
There's salt in it.

It's, like, the saltiest
lake in the world.

It makes things buoyant, you know?
Buoyant. It floats.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Sink, you fool!

You fuckin' stupid
bastard lake! Sink!

What are you trying to do to me?
All right. Okay. No, no, no.

That's okay. Let's go home.
Guys!

I'm not done with you!

STEVO: But when all was said
and done, Mark was an okay guy

and an evening with him
was proof of anarchy.

So we accepted him,
and he came to our parties.

Hey, I'll catch you later,
all right?

Not if I see you first.

I know what you're talking about.
Excuse me. Can I get through?

Hey, Jen!
Oh, I love your house.

Thank you. Hey, look it, Jennifer.
Look it.

This is Jennifer. She's 17.
She looks a lot older.

She looks older 'cause this
lifestyle really hardens you.

It takes the piss out of you.
And she's got this brother...

Easy over there! She's got
this brother named Chris.

He's this death rock punk guy,
and he's, like,

I don't know why I'm telling you about
him 'cause you'll meet him later.

Now this girl, absolutely
beautiful, sweet as pie

is the greatest child
God ever put on this earth,

but you do not wanna mess with her
when she hasn't had her medication

in a dark, deserted alley.

She will, I repeat,
she will rip your head off.

This girl is a carnivore.

Look. Carnivore.
Be careful.

Who else can I introduce you to?

Unbelievable!
Oh, yeah, baby.

This is Sandy. Oh, my God,
Sandy. I like Sandy.

Now, Sandy has nothing to do
with anarchy in general.

She's just a beautiful,
wonderful, funny, witty,

loving, sexy, tough-as-nails,
a little weird girl,

and I absolutely adore her.

I like Sandy a lot.

This is John the mod.
Now, mods aren't punks.

We get in a lot of spats with
mods, actually, but he's okay.

He's one of those kind of guys
goes in between the tribes freely.

Like a diplomat.

Gandhi!
He always brings gifts.

Where'd you get the beer?
Wyoming. Where else?

This actually needs some explanation.
Beers in supermarkets in Utah is weak.

Three points instead of the
normal six points of alcohol.

It's the religious influence,
and it's a pain in the ass.

To me, it makes no sense. If you've
got alcohol, you've got alcohol.

So why three instead of six?

You know a drunk's just gonna drink
twice as many beers to get drunk.

So not only do you have
a drunk on your hands,

but you got a drunk
who's fat and gross.

There's nothing worse. So if you want
real beer, you have two choices,

A, the state-run liquor store.

You see, you can buy
regular beer here.

There are all of three stores
in Salt Lake City to buy it.

And their hours suck.
Oppression.

Also, these were the only places to buy
any alcohol outside of private clubs.

Who can afford those,
except for guys like my dad?

Don't. Quit it. Stop. Knock it off.
Come on. Don't do that.

So what do they call you?
Do you have a nickname?

Ah, they do. Yeah.
TLM?

The long man?
Third leg material?

STEVO: You could get whiskey,
gin, wine.

Here's where they kept it.
And here's the worst part.

IDs, boys.

See, this teller
is not just a teller.

He's a cop. This guy right
there, he's a fucking cop.

So we buy a beer, and this guy's
callin' a squad car to follow us home.

'Cause one look at us, and he knows,
"Gosh, those guys are gonna be trouble."

Now, Bob and I
may not be innocent,

but we are usually
pretty law-abiding, usually.

On this occasion, we had done
absolutely nothing wrong.

We looked suspicious, yes, but
in all the years of pre-law,

I uncovered a lot of
contradictions in the system,

but I had found nothing that
told me looking suspicious

was a crime in and of itself.

Come on.
Just give me a shot.

Okay?
There you go! Come on.

But this was not about the law.
This was about rednecks.

So the battle continued.
Who's to blame 'em?

The cops were rednecks,
our mortal enemies,

worse than mods,
rockers or posers.

So we took our beatings
when we could.

But in this complex world of fascism
that was Utah state policy,

we had only one choice
if we wanted real beer.

Choice B, Wyoming.

The state line
was one hour and one half,

a short ride to
Evanston, Wyoming,

where you could get booze
like a free man,

like boozers used to go to Canada
for the poison during Prohibition.

So we rode that morning
before the party with Eddie.

Eddie wasn't an anarchist.
He wasn't really even a punk.

Eddie was into women.

But not in a macho, jerky kind of way.
He was a true romantic.

He had his ass beat several times
for being gay, which he was not.

Imagine. Fag-bashed
without the benefits.

I couldn't give a shit what the
rednecks in this town think about me.

I know I'm not gay.
Ladies know I'm not.

I have no problem with gay guys.

As a matter of fact, they are
some of the coolest guys I know.

The only reason
half these guys start shit,

it's not because
they wanna fight me.

It's 'cause they wanna fuck me.

I don't know, man.

If somebody called me somethin' that
I wasn't, I could see getting mad.

The problem with somebody giving
you shit about being gay,

it's not that they're wrong about you,
it's that they're giving you shit.

Get it? So do you
like this music, man?

Yeah. It rocks.

I think it's for posers.
Well, I think you're a fag.

Fuck you. Fuck yourself.
You'll get more pussy.

STEVO: If looking the way
we did in Utah was unusual,

in Wyoming, affectionately
called the Cowboy State,

we were fucking aliens.

What the hell are you?

We come from the east
in search of the Messiah.

We followed that big star.

Yeah, we bring gold
and frankincense.

Myrrh.
Myrrh.

You do what?
Followed the star.

Oh, my God. Who let you boys
out of the state institute?

We'd better get you boys
back in the hospital.

No. It's all right, man.

We're from England.

England?
Yeah.

That's right. That's probably why
we seem so weird to you, man.

England, huh?

Well, that explains it, I guess.

You boys enjoying your stay here
in the good ol' U.S. of A.?

Sure thing.
It's a great land.

What the hell is that?
It's all right, Mother.

They're from England.

Oh, that figures, don't it?

What the hell did they do
to your hair?

My God, you look like
a Gol-durned Indian!

STEVO: It was a medical experiment,
but he's gonna be okay.

You poor boy.

That's how come there's so
many floods and earthquakes.

There is a curse on the land.

The end is at hand.
MAN: That's so true.

Excuse me, ma'am, but there have
been floods and earthquakes

since the beginning
of time, dude.

That is so, but never have
so many of Satan's followers

been amassed on the Earth
as there are now.

And the Scripture states clearly

that Satan's followers
will be in the majority

and then God will raise His head

and fire will spew
from His snout

and vengeance will burn
in His eyes.

You have not seen such fury
like the wrath of God.

So you guys have lots of devil
worshipers around these parts?

Oh, more than ever.
They bear the mark.

WOMAN: Amen.
Well, what about World War ♪?

The Nazis were as good as Satan's
army, and the world didn't end then.

Yeah, dude.
What about the Nazis?

I don't see Nazis
as devil worshipers.

Oh, you don't?

I see 'em more like
a gathering of people.

What? What did...

What's this about a mark? You
guys said something about a mark.

666.

The mark will be on all of them.

The mark. Father!
Oh, my God!

I fear you, Father!
Oh, my God!

My padre!
Oh, my God!

Oh, shit!

Go, go, go! Told you
those boys were trouble.

Oh, shit!

STEVO: The Wyoming folk...
Well, they were okay, I guess.

Just confused
like the rest of us.

But Nazis always pissed us off. There
were a few Nazi punks in town.

I don't know what these guys wanted.
They had the shaved heads and arm bands.

Rebellion is one thing.
That I understood.

But there are some things
that are just sacred.

Not to mention that anarchy, a
system-less society that I wanted,

no government, no rules, that was the
complete opposite of Nazi fascism.

So we kicked the shit out of these
kids every chance we could.

And that was that.

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi, my name's Eddie.

You exist in a
world of dreams, Bob.

You know, I was just sitting over
there in that chair in the corner.

I didn't really feel the particular
urge to talk to anybody,

and then I saw you
walk in the room.

You are like a treasure.

I have found a treasure.

Something came over me, this urge
to come over here and talk to you.

I am Aladdin,
and this is my lamp.

I wished for you,
and here you are.

You're like a poet, dude.

No, it's you who are the poet.

Your face is like Ginsberg

or Wilde or even Hawthorne.

Great fucking party!
Fuck, yeah!

What are you?

I'm an ant staring up
at a human being.

I wait with great intensity
to be squashed by you.

You want to...
Who the fuck threw that?

Great fuckin' party!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

STEVO: The fight. What does it mean,
and where does it come from? An essay.

Homo Sapien. A man.

He is alone in the universe.

A punker. Still a man.

He is alone in the universe.

But he connects. How?

They hit each other. Ooh!

No clearer way to evaluate
whether or not you're alive.

Now, complications.

A reason to fight,
somebody different.

Difference creates dispute.

Dispute is a reason to fight.

Now, to fight is a reason
to feel pain. Life is pain.

So to fight, with reason,

is to be alive with reason.

Final analysis.
To fight, a reason to live.

Problems and contradictions:
I am an anarchist.

I believe that there should be
no rules, only chaos.

Fighting appears to be chaos, and when
we slam in a pit at a show, it is.

But when we fight for a reason,
like rednecks, there is a system.

We fight for what we stand for, chaos.
But fighting is a structure.

Fighting is to establish
power, power is government

and government is not anarchy.

Government is war,
and war is fighting.

The circle goes like this.
Our redneck skirmishes

are cheaper versions
of conventional warfare.

War implies extreme government,

because wars are fought to enforce
rules or ideals, even freedom.

But other people's ideals
forced on someone else,

even if it is something
like freedom, is still a rule.

Not anarchy.

This contradiction was becoming
clear to me in the fall of '85.

Even as early as my first
party, why did I love to fight?

I framed it, but I still
don't understand it.

It goes against my beliefs as a
true anarchist, but there it was.

Competition, fighting,
capitalism, government,

the system.
It's what we always did.

Rednecks kicked the shit out of punks,
punks kicked the shit out of mods,

mods kicked the shit out of skinheads,
skinheads took out the heavy metal guys,

the heavy metal guys beat the
living shit out of new wavers,

and the new wavers did nothing,
they were the new hippies.

What was the point?
Final summation?

None.

So I'll just close up
if you guys give me a second.

Dude, she's, like,
responsible, you know?

She's a businesswoman.
She owns her own store.

She's making a contribution
to society.

Bob, she owns a head shop.
She sells bongs, Bob.

No, no, no. It's not what you sell.
Blah, blah, blah.

Why do you got to be so cynical?
Why don't you grow up?

You bitch!

Hey, Mark.
Hey. Great party last week.

We aim to please.
Animals.

I've always loved animals.

It was a little violent
at the end.

Violent?
Look who's talking, Mr. NRA.

What are you doing here? Actually,
I came by to say I'm off.

Where are you going?
I'm going to Miami.

What the hell is in Miami?
Hell is in Miami.

Don't worry. I'll be back.
You can always count on that.

Why would you ever come back
to a place like this, man?

It's like any other place, Bob.
People, houses, roads, cars.

What else do you think
is out there?

Freedom.
Yeah.

Freedom.

It's not out there.

Freedom is another way
of saying "death."

Know what I mean?

You're pretty fuckin' weird,
man. You know that?

I'm off.
All right, man. See ya.

Hey, Mark,
if you ever get lonely

or if you ever need someone
to talk to,

Bob's there for you.

Hey, Stevo!

Fuck you! STEVO: And that was
the last we saw of Mark.

Never came back from Florida,
if that was where he was going.

Rumor flew around

that he had died in a plane
crash like he was supposed to

all those years ago.

Anyways, that was Salt Lake.
People came in, and they went out.

Oh, no.

BOTH: Fuck you.

So, Trish, are we
hangin' out later?

I'll tell you what, Bob.
You're coming with me.

I am?
That's right.

I own you now.
Oh, yeah. That's right.

I forgot to tell you. I sold
myself to Trish for 36 bucks.

Thirty-six bucks. Wow,
Trish, that's a good deal.

Salt Lake City.

Land of the dead sea.

Zion, as the Mormons call it.

It really is the holy land.

BOB: See you, Stevo.

(CAR HONKING)

You can't afford me, old man.

How are things going these days?
Not so bad.

How are the ladies treatin' ya?
The ladies?

I tell you, the women in
this town are so miserable,

I'd give anything
to get the hell out.

You know, you gave up a good
thing in my mother, sir.

Maybe so.

So, good news.

The world is coming to its end.

Better.
Oh. Ow, shit!

Better than that?
The people are revolting.

You...
Yeah?

Have been invited...
Uh-huh?

To attend Harvard Law School.

Yeah.

Dad, you and I really gotta work
on your definition of good news.

Steven, this is great news. You've
already gone through pre-law.

Why not finish the process,
and in the best possible way?

That's so funny,
because, gosh, Father,

don't even remember
applying to Harvard Law.

I applied for you.
You mean you signed my name?

Yeah. Hey,
congratulations, old man!

Hope you enjoy your second
tour of Harvard Law School.

Steven, are you going to walk
around like this forever?

You went to school. You got great grades.
What else is there?

I cheated, Dad.
I cheated all through college.

Oh, that's right. Yeah, you cheated.
But why?

You obviously cared enough
about your grades to do well.

I know you, Steve.
You're just like me.

I'm like you, maybe,
but not completely.

Then why pre-law?
Why not liberal science?

Why go at all?

I studied law
'cause I wanted to learn

how completely full of shit
your life's ambition was.

That's crazy.
You know that.

You know what I think it is? I
think you've become a fascist.

A fascist?
You're a Nazi.

I'm Jewish.
How can I be a Nazi?

That's the worst. Dad, look at this.
What kind of car is this?

This would be a Porsche.

A Porsche that you bought
at a Volkswagen dealership.

Volkswagen.

Right? For the people.
Who designed it?

Who made that possible? Let me
give you a hint. Adolf Hitler.

It's just a car, okay?
Absolutely.

I completely
understand that point.

But it's a car that was built,
designed and created

out of the blood and pain
of your people.

Let me take you to lunch.
Okay.

Hang on.

My dad wasn't all bad. He
just, you know, had no clue.

I liked to bust his balls.

What pissed me off, though, was,
he was right about one thing.

Why did I do so well
in school? I didn't want to.

I mean, I tried
not to give a shit.

I knew they were just trying to mold
me into cannon fodder for their wars.

And I knew
that meaning lie elsewhere.

But somehow I studied, and
somehow I got the grades,

and now, somehow, I was accepted
to a fucking Ivy League school.

Last place on the planet
for a guy like me.

I mean, I wouldn't go there
unless it was to set it on fire.

Hey, what are you staring at?
Did you get a good picture?

Now, there was this issue of a
lifelong struggle with poverty,

which was beginning to cause
reflection to myself

after I had run into someone
from my past a few days earlier.

You guys wouldn't happen to have
a dollar or a little somethin'?

Oh, shit. Sean!

Yeah?
Hey, it's me. Stevo.

Bob!
No, Stevo!

Stevo!
How you doing, man?

There you go. You have no
idea who I am, do you?

Remember?
High school. Mohawk.

Yeah, you had
the fuckin' Mohawk.

Yeah. Punk!
How are you doing?

Good. How are you doing?

I heard they put you away. But
they let me out. I'm a free man.

Oh, hey, this is Sandy.

Sandy, this is Sean.
Sean, this is Sandy.

Hi.
Hi. Nice to meet you.

Likewise. So, what you
been doing with yourself?

Oh, man,
I'm a fucking beggar now.

It fucking sucks.

Wow. You should get a job.
I tried that.

I fuckin' tried that. Okay?

Hey!

I gotta go.

Can I help you? Yeah. I
called about the job.

You called?
Yeah. I wanna sell clothes.

Women's clothes.

I don't know.
Have you had experience?

With what?
Women's clothes.

What the fuck would I be doing
in women's clothes?

What do I look like, a transvestite?
I'm not no fuckin' transvestite!

No, no, no. I mean, have
you ever worked in retail?

You know, selling... clothes.

If I was selling clothes already,
what would I be doing here?

I really don't think this is the right
way to start a working relationship.

You got a real bad attitude, lady.
In fact, I don't even want your job.

I don't care how much you'd pay
me, 'cause I got integrity.

In-fuckin'-tegrity!

It's, like, impossible.
It's, like, the hardest thing.

There's nothing out there for me.
That's really tough.

I'm a bum now.
That's what I do.

Here, man.
Oh, hey.

Thanks.

What about your parents?
My parents?

Oh, you mean my mom.
My mom is scared of me.

She won't even
let me in the house.

It's not like I killed anybody
or hurt anybody, you know.

It's just, she's scared.
Yeah.

Hey, we gotta get outta here.

STEVO: I couldn't even look at the guy.
I felt a pain in my stomach.

I didn't like it so I turned my
back, just like everybody else.

I'll see you guys in the rebound.
On the rebound.

Right.
On the rebound.

It really fucked me up.

Not Sean, but turning my back.

Ignoring the truth.

So what'd I do? I dropped acid
with Sandy in Highland Park

just to further
ignore the truth.

This shit is good. I got it from Trish.
Trish got it from Mark.

That's a weird couple,
Bob and Trish.

Do you think they're in love?
Don't know.

I'll have to ask them that.

It's weird.
What's that?

The park is so dead.

This town is dead.
It's what?

It's dead.
Dead, dead, dead, dead.

Maybe we're dead.

Wouldn't that be nice?

That's the canyon where the devil
worshipers go. You wanna check it out?

Look at the colors!

You know, before the...
You know, before the...

Before the Mormons
settled this valley,

this is where
the Donner party came through.

The cannibals? Yeah, the cannibals.
Two families.

The head of the one family was right.
He said, "We should go south.

"We shouldn't go
over the mountains.

"We should go down around the
Sierras and get to California."

They got in a fight, and this guy killed
one of the members of the Donner party.

There was a raging battle.

They kicked him out. Outcast. By
himself, alone in the wilderness.

He did it. He went around the
Sierras to California by himself.

Alone in the wilderness,
to be by himself.

That guy came back and saved
the Donner party's ass

when they got snowed in.

SANDY: Stevo! Come here!

Help me. I'm dying.

Feel me. Look.
I'm right here.

STEVO: I'm right here.
Feel me.

Do you feel me?
That's it.

They just threw him out
for him to die.

They threw him out while they're
sitting there eating themselves...

(MOANING IN PLEASURE)

I can see everything!

What the fuck
is happening to me?

No, I'm not.
Yes, you're dying.

Why are you always dying?
Why is everyone dying?

I think the world
will really end.

Why do you say that? There's
no place else for it to go.

You're right.
But when's it gonna end?

That I can't tell you.
No, that you must tell me.

I can't.

Come on, little cookie surprise.
Come with us!

Please tell me.
I can show you.

It's beautiful, right?

As beautiful as it can be,

I guess.

Beautiful like you.

You wanna see something
else beautiful? Sure.

(ROCKET WHISTLING)

Beauty's the end, Stevo.

The end.

STEVO: The question lingered in my mind
about Bob and Trish, were they in love?

So I thought I'd just ask outright.
You guys in love?

Who?
You and Trish.

Oh. Uh, I don't know.

I'll have to think about that. It's
not really a thinking question.

Well, you know, I...

I worship her and all.
She's like a goddess.

If she died, I'd die.

If she told me to cut off my
left arm, I'd probably do it.

If she told me to lick a cop's
asshole, I'd probably do it.

All right, all right, I get it.

Yeah, I guess I love Trish.

It's weird, man. I never
thought I'd fall in love.

I was just wondering.

I always thought
you were a poser.

Why am I a poser?

Only posers fall in love
with girls, so you're a poser.

Fine. I guess I'm a poser.
That's what I just said.

I don't really think
you're a poser.

I was just bustin' on you.
I know, I know.

I didn't think
you thought I was.

Where were we going? I mean,
really, what was happening?

This life, it was crazy.
And I felt tired.

Halfway through the season,
inside I was so tired,

and I had this
wave of melancholy,

just, like, sweep through me,

and this impending sense

that my philosophies,
anarchy, was falling apart.

What do you do when your foundation
falls apart? I don't know.

They don't teach you that
in school.

Then there was this party
at Chris'.

Chris lived on the outskirts of town,
in suburbia, surrounded by Mormons.

His house was like a commune. I
told you about Chris earlier.

At that first party he had that
sister Jennifer, red hair.

Remember her?
Really sexy. Carnivore.

You remember, right?
This is Jen.

Stevo, how you doing?
Great. How you doin'?

Great. Great. I'm really doing...
I'm really doing well. Really.

God, what are you on tonight? I'm on
nothing. That's exactly my point.

I stopped taking my medications, and
everything feels so much better.

Chris told me to stop taking them
'cause then I would believe in God

and I would dissolve.

So I stopped, 'cause I'm
really superstitious.

Everything is so much
clearer right now.

Seriously. So pure.
Right.

This is Jen, looking a lot
like Ophelia tonight.

Chris's house was like a commune.
All the regulars were there.

Freaky Deaky, Bob was
hanging out with Trish.

Then there was Mike. He was quiet
all night. Sat in the corner.

The whole party was weird. This
vibe was going on. Strange night.

Stevo, I see things clearly,
like my brother sees them.

Where's your brother?
Downstairs talking.

They talk all the time,
and it's so lame...

I wanna go talk.
No, no, no, no.

Stevo!

(SOBBING)

Definitely a hippie.

Hey. There you go.

I can't tell you
how good it is to see you.

My heart has been
so heavy, Stevo.

That's a mighty nice hookah.

I've been trying to get
stoned, but it won't happen.

I've been smoking
since I was born.

Why'd you tell Jennifer
to get off her medication?

She is completely out of her mind
when she's off her medication.

Isn't she beautiful?
Have you seen her gown?

That's my sister. She's not
a Lithium Barbie doll.

She needs to be who she is. Yes.

And she should be.

But who she is...
is evaporating.

I don't think
she knows who she is.

I think we're starting to talk
about pain here, Stevo.

A human being
must go through pain.

What is Jones doing?
Satanic bible.

I'm gonna prove
there's no Satan.

He doesn't exist!

He's going to try to summon
the beast tonight at midnight.

He isn't going to come,
and when he doesn't come,

Jones will have proved that
science is the only truth.

Have you met my other sister?
There's a lightning storm coming.

I need to get a picture of it.
Hi, Stevo.

That's my sister. Your whole
family is a little strange.

Yes, but we are strange.

Let's speak of anarchy.
Yeah.

So we started our debate.
This was our custom.

He believed in structure,
I believed in chaos.

This was an ongoing fight.
He seemed to be winning.

Parties are like this in
Salt Lake for us punks.

The days would pass. There would be a
party, then a fight, then another day.

This was the cycle.
It was getting old, though.

I was feeling old.

Anyway, it was a weird night.

The school of science says the world
moves from order to disorder, chaos.

They're fools, Stevo.

You know, life goes from order to
disorder to order. (THUNDER ROLLING)

Atoms come together randomly
to form a structure.

An infant is born...
A child, yeah.

Exactly. It grows, it gets
older, it dies, it decomposes.

Exactly.
Back into chaos.

Exactly. Anarchy.

But then those atoms are
reformed into something else.

A blade of grass, a tree, a
flower, whatever, the cycle, man.

I got it.

The cycle, man.

Yeah, I get you.
The cycle.

The time is now!

I'm gonna go out
and I'm gonna prove

that all your faith and all
your prayers are unfounded!

You comin'?

Is he serious?
He's always serious, Stevo.

I'm gonna go watch.
I'll see you later.

I treasure these talks, Stevo.
Not as much as I do.

We've got science to celebrate
and demons to dispel.

Off your butt, Pippy!

We're gonna go show that
science is the only truth!

I think we're gonna cut.
This makes me uncomfortable.

He shouldn't be playing with
something he doesn't know.

I don't blame you. I'll get a ride home
with Sandy. Have you guys seen her?

I saw her in the back earlier.
So did I.

All right, I'll see you later.

What?

What do you want?

STEVO: It wasn't that I loved Sandy.
I knew that we had an understanding.

I discovered then that Chris was right,
all things had systems, even me.

I was about to beat the shit out of this
guy because he had invaded my territory.

It was my territory, no question
about it, just like in the wild.

I was following nature, nature was
order and order is the system.

SANDY: Stevo! Stevo!

Shut the fuck up!
Stop it! Stop it!

Get off me!
Get the fuck off me!

You're such a fuckin' pussy. What
the fuck did you do that for?

Fuck you.

JONES: In the name of Satan, ruler of
the Earth and King of the underworld,

I command the forces of darkness
to dispel their infernal...

STEVO: Jones didn't need to
prove the devil did not exist,

not as a supernatural being,

because I had seen the devil.

He was in that room with Sandy.

He was me, Harvard,
my mom and dad, all of us.

Jones was just making all of
this up anyway, so who cared?

"Fuck 'em," I thought. "Fuck him,
fuck this party and fuck everything.

"Above all, fuck anarchy."

I don't know, we were,
like, just kickin' it,

smokin' cigarettes and...

Trish had, like,
candy corn, dude, and...

We were just watching birds and
shit and I just started thinking,

Salt Lake ain't
that bad, you know.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I know it sucks and all...

But, you know, this is,
like, home, you know.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

All I'm saying is,
if you think about it...

No matter where you go
you gotta have a home,

and Salt Lake is, like, home.

This place is never gonna be my home.
I'm just saying...

No, you said
what you were gonna say.

Get it?
Now you fuckin' listen.

Look at this fuckin' place.
It's a shit hole!

Look out there and tell me
what you see. Nothin'!

Nothin' piled upon
fucking nothin'.

It's like Jesus Christ took a
shit and it landed right here!

So you can be happy all you fuckin' want.
All right?

I used to think we were
alike, we were similar.

We had something
together, like this.

We thought alike,
we felt the same way.

But you...

Fuck you.

Grow up, Bobby.
Look around and grow up.

'Cause I swear to God, man,

I'll fuckin' write you
off like that.

This is your home? You know what?
Fuck your home.

STEVO: And this city
was still the same.

Just look like it.
There's nothing going on.

That's what I saw when I looked
out over the city, nothin'.

How the Mormon settlers
looked upon this valley

and felt that it was the
promised land is beyond me.

Maybe it looked
different back then.

(PUNK ROCK SONG PLAYING)

Look at this thing, this temple.

When I was 7 and we moved here,

Mom and Dad told me
this was Disneyland.

Rightfully so.

Been livin' with Mickey, Donald
and the whole crew since.

And now Mike, a good friend
of mine, was gettin' out.

BOB: What?

I'm leaving.
I'm going to Notre Dame.

How could you do that? I'm 18.
I gotta go to college.

Mike, I'm gonna miss you, man.

It's gonna suck around
here without you.

What's you major gonna be, dude?
Botany.

What's that?
Plants.

You're gonna study plants?

I wanna save the rain forests.

Somebody's gotta fight for them.

Do you believe this guy?

He's going off
to save the plants.

This guy was one of
the most hard-core

sons of bitches I ever met,

and he's going off
to save the plants.

I remember this time
he was drunk

and he got the idea in his head
that all the cars on his block

would look better
without windows.

Get down, bitch!

STEVO: He took 'em all on.
They needed to call backup.

Finally they got him
in the back of a squad car.

The cops thought
he was on angel dust.

"The only way
he could do it."

Not so.
It was just Mike.

He broke those
goddamn handcuffs,

kicked the window
out of the car, drunk.

That's it.
Never got caught either.

Story was all over the papers.

It took weeks for us
to get him to admit

that it was him
that had done it.

Now he's going
off to hug a tree.

I kind of knew it was the end.

All that was left
was Bob and me.

First two punks.

The last two punks.

Then again, I was getting the
impression I was all that was left.

Bob was in love.

Stevo, I want to introduce you
to a young friend of mine.

I think you'd like her.

Yeah? Why do
you think that?

I don't know.

She's smart,
and she's ambitious.

I'm not ambitious.
Not yet, dude.

Stevo.

I love you.
Bob loves you.

What's the matter?
Nothing.

Nothing's the matter.
I'm right as rain.

Why are you always
depressed all the time?

I'm not depressed.

I think Sandy really got you.

No.

You know, dude,
it's no big deal.

You're like my brother
and I love you and all.

But what that fucking bitch did,

you should fucking kill her.

She had the right.

She had the right.
It was the agreement.

Should've been more careful.

That Stevo's got a big heart.

I don't have a big heart, Trish.

I have a heart
the size of a pea.

It's okay, though.
I mean, you guys are...

You guys are happy.
That's okay.

Please just don't pity me.

Hey, Bob, tell her
I get off on pain, please.

Yeah, he does, you know.

I've mellowed out a lot,

but Stevo's
fuckin' hard-core.

Hard-core or not, I think
he should meet Brandy.

She's having a party
at her parents' next week.

Yeah! She's a
rich girl, dude.

That's okay.

I'm a rich boy, right?

Yeah, but you're
a cool rich boy.

I don't know about that
anymore, but...

Brandy.
That sounds kinda fun.

Yeah?

See?

Nothing.

Miles of nothing.
Just space.

You could fall in
and never come out.

STEVO: So it came to this...

A blind date, my first.

What the hell. I didn't want to let
them down. They were good people.

The thing was, I didn't need a date.
I needed an answer.

The year was a waste, all right,

but not the kind of waste
I was looking for.

Not a glorious wastefulness filled
with parties and fights and good sex.

No.

Instead...

It was more like the waste...

That is the salt flats.

What are we doing here?

It's his birthday, dude.

Oh, yeah?

How old is he?

I don't know.

I don't think he knows.

He's old, though.
I know that.

You wanna look presentable
for your old man.

Aren't you gonna wake him up?

I don't know.
What do you think?

I don't know, man.
It's your dad.

Yeah, I know.
It's just, you know,

he's kinda crazy sometimes.

What do you mean?

I mean, he thinks the CIA's
after him and stuff.

What the hell do you want?

What do you want with me?
Dad, it's me.

It's Bob. Your son.

Happy birthday.

How do you know
it's my birthday?

You people know everything.

What the hell do you want?
I don't know anything.

Now you're in trouble.

This is my house, you dummies.

I was born here!
I'm an American!

This is my piece of the pie!

I don't give a shit who sent ya.

I'm gonna blow your
goddamn heads off.

Next time you'd better
bring back the army.

Goddamn CIA.

STEVO: In all those years
I had never met Bob's dad.

But I suddenly felt
I knew my friend a lot better.

I felt bad for him.
I didn't like that feeling.

He's kind of
a lunatic, you know.

Yeah, I'll say.

Sorry.

Don't be.

It's not your fault.

You're my friend, that's all.

I'm sorry.

STEVO: It was the last party of my
youth and I was to meet Brandy.

I'm gonna say it
right here, people,

Brandy was the woman
I was gonna marry.

I didn't know it then.

Didn't even know
what she was like.

I wasn't even sure if I was
gay, asexual, a punk, a mod...

My dad, Bob, Sean the beggar.

I didn't know
a goddamn thing that night.

If I knew what was ahead of me,

I may have stayed in bed,

or I may have felt
better about that night.

Life is like that.
We change, that's all.

You see, the guy I am now
is not the guy I was then.

If the guy I was then
met the guy I am now

he'd beat the shit out of me.

Those are the facts.

But still I lied awake.

Was I afraid?

Was I angry?

Or was it just the end?

Hmm?

Was it just the end
and I knew it?

♪ On and on and on

♪ Canadian Club, love

♪ A place in the country

♪ Everyone's ideal

♪ But you are my favorita

♪ And a place in your heart,
dear makes me feel more

♪ Real

♪ Oh, mother of pearl

♪ I wouldn't change you
for the whole world ♪

Stevo, this is Brandy.

Come on in, you guys.
Drinks in the back.

STEVO: It was the
hardest punch I ever took.

Knocked the wind
right out of me.

I was hers.
That was it.

One smile.

We got acquainted as the
party raged around us.

I have to ask you something.

Yeah, go ahead. Ask me.

Well, why do you go out of
your way to look like a bum?

I look like a bum?

Not in a bad way.

I look like a bum in a good way.

Aren't you, like,
rebelling against society?

Put that simply, kinda, yeah.

Hey, Brandy!
What's goin' on?

What are you doin' with this fucker?
Just talking.

Shit!

See you later.

You were saying?

Wouldn't it be more
of an act of rebellion

if you didn't spend so much
time buying blue hair dye

and going out
to get punky clothes?

It seems so petty.

Stop me if I'm being offensive.

Oh, no, go right ahead.
It's... No, it's fine.

You wanna be
an individual, right?

You look like
you're wearing a uniform.

You look like a punk.

That's not rebellion.
That's fashion.

Then what's rebellion?
Rebellion happens in the mind.

You can't create it.
You just are that way.

Right.

How old are you?

I'm 19.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Nothing. I was just...
I was just wondering.

What you're basically saying

is that you wouldn't like a guy
like me because I have silly hair

and I dress kinda funny, right?

No, not at all.

I like you, actually.

I mean, we just met.

This is my party, and I'm
hanging out with you all night.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Wear what you want.

I don't care about
things like that.

I was just posing a theory...

And trying to understand.

So...

Then you do like me.

Mildly.

STEVO: What was I doing?
What was I, an asshole?

I was in love,
and I just met this person.

I hated her ideas because
they were critical of me,

but I loved her anyway.

It was a curse.
No, it was a punishment.

I went with it.
We talked all night.

You okay?

I got a headache.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Bob! How goes it?

What's goin' on?

I got a fuckin' headache.
I have some pills for that.

This fuckin' music... No,
I don't take pills, dude.

It's candy.
They're just vitamins.

Headache in a bottle?

(LAUGHING)

What'd you do?
I don't like the mirror.

What happened? I don't
like fucking mirrors!

All right?

You're drunk, Bob.
I'm sorry.

What did he do?

He gets crazy when
he's drunk, that's all.

Everybody out.

That's it. Party's over.

Out, out, out.

I'm sorry about that window.
I didn't mean to...

I'll buy you a new one.

No, I'll tell them
it was an accident.

It's seven years bad luck.

No, it's seven years bad luck.

It's seven years bad luck!

All right, I'll take him home.
I'll get him out of here.

Where are we going?

Let's go.

All right, you guys.
Everything's cool.

Can I call you tomorrow? No.

I mean, yeah.
That'd be cool.

Yeah, okay.

Good.

Sorry. I had a great time tonight.
I really did.

Me too.

Great time.
Great party.

Yeah.

How you feeling, buddy?

Dude, I'm not like
my dad, you know.

I'm not gonna cry, dude.
You know what I mean?

Fine. Don't cry.

You think I let him down?

Think I let my dad down?
No.

If anything, he let you down.

I wanna marry Trish.

I'm serious, dude.

Yeah, all right.

Come on!
Jesus Christ.

I swear to God, you're
like a high school girl.

Jesus Christ.

Good night, asshole.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Bobby, get up.

Get up. It's, like, 3:00.
Let's get something to eat.

Oh, fuck.

(SOBBING)

God.

Fuckin' poser.

Only posers die,
you fucking idiot!

Now what am I
gonna do for a friend?

You're my only friend!

Please wake up now!

Please! I'm sorry!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, man. Oh, jeez.

Oh, my God.

I wasn't ready for this.

I wasn't ready.

STEVO: And we put him
under the ground.

The official cause of death?

Overdose from Percodan.

That's what John's girlfriend
gave him for his headache.

That, mixed with
the booze, did him in.

Heroin Bob, the guy who never did any
drug in his life outside of beer

died from a narcotic overdose.

And that was it.

He fell,

and I went on.

What else was I gonna do?

Bob got me into this whole punk-fashion
anarchy trip in the first place.

It hit me after the funeral.
It was always Bob.

Started way back when
we were kids, maybe 14.

We were such losers back then.

Those guys that sat alone
in the cafeteria,

getting shit from the jocks,

wishing to God they could be
cool for just, like, one minute.

Then one day Bob had had enough.

Being a dweeb was not what he
had in mind for our future.

Hey, Bob. You're early. Dad was
flipping out. I had to leave.

Mike and Eddie are coming,
so it should be a good game.

I have a good dungeon.

Stevo, this D and D shit,
it sucks.

What?
It sucks.

But you're a
seventh-level magic user.

It's going great
for your character.

Stevo, it's bullshit, though.

"Magic user."
What the hell's that?

These elves and dwarves
and dragons, man.

This music...
Rush is a very good band.

Their music is very complex,
and the perfection...

I'm not saying they're not
talented, and, yeah, they rock,

but it's not the only
music out there.

I've got a John Denver record.

I'm serious.

Anyway, I like them.
They rock, man.

There's a whole world out there.

People are having fun.

We should be going to parties,

getting drunk, getting laid,

being wild.

The last time we went to a party

we got our asses kicked.

Maybe we should have
our own parties.

How about we turn this off...

Don't touch my stereo, Bob.

Give me a chance.

Got this from
a guy I know in LA.

You know a guy in LA?
Shh!

You tell me
if this doesn't rock.

(CLASSIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

This isn't anything.

Just give it a chance.

What is it?

What is it?
Yeah, what is it, Bob?

It's new.

Okay.

STEVO: So there I was.

I was gonna go to Harvard.
It was obvious.

I was gonna be a lawyer and
play in the goddamn system.

That was that.

I was my old man.
He knew.

So what else could I do?

I mean, there's
no future in anarchy.

But when I was into it there was
never a thought of the future.

We were certain
the world was gonna end.

When it didn't,
I had to do something.

So fuck it.

I could be
a litigator in New York

and piss the shit
out of the judges.

I mean, that was me,
a troublemaker, the future,

one of those guys my parents so
arrogantly saved the world for

so we could fuck it up.

I could do a hell of a lot more damage
in the system than outside of it.

That was the
final irony, I think.

That and, well, this.

And fuck you if you're
already thinking it.

When all was said and done,

I was nothing more than a
goddamn trendy-ass poser.

♪ Efficiency and progress

♪ Is ours once more

♪ Now that we have
the neutron bomb

♪ It's nice
and quick and clean

♪ And gets things done

♪ Away with excess enemy

♪ But no less value
to property

♪ No sense in war

♪ But perfect sense

♪ At home

♪ The sun beams down
on a brand-new day

♪ No more welfare tax to pay

♪ Unsightly slums
gone up in flashing light

♪ Jobless millions
whisked away

♪ At last we have
more room to play

♪ All systems go
to kill the poor tonight

♪ Gonna kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill,
kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

♪ Behold the sparkle
of champagne

♪ The crime rate's gone
Feel free again

♪ Oh, life's a dream
with you, Miss Lily White

♪ Jane Fonda
on the screen today

♪ Convinced the liberals
it's okay

♪ So let's get dressed
and dance away the night

♪ While they kill, kill, kill,
kill, kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill,
kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill,
kill the poor tonight

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

♪ Behold the sparkle
of champagne

♪ The crime rate's gone
Feel free again

♪ Oh, life's a dream
with you, Miss Lily White

♪ Jane Fonda
on the screen today

♪ Convinced the liberals
it's okay

♪ So let's get dressed
and dance away the night

♪ While they kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor

♪ Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill the poor tonight