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(music playing)
- [Male] Please leave your name and phone number after the beep.
We will return your call.
(voicemail beeping)
- [Fang] Hey Luke,
Pick up.
I got a plan, man.
Water tower.
Come down or I'll kick your ass.
Peace.
(voicemail beeping)
[Luke] Hey, Fang.
Give me a call.
(voicemail beeping)
- [Fang] Yes.
We rock, dude.
(voicemail beeping)
- [Luke] I can't believe it.
Check out the cover, man.
City Hall, wassup!
(voicemail beeping)
- [Fang] Luke.
I have the next one, man.
Dandy, candy.
Candy is so dandy.
(music playing)
(voicemail beeping)
- [Luke] Hey, Fang.
What was that about, man?
You okay? - Message deleted.
- [Luke] I haven't heard from you in a while.
You good, man?
- Message deleted.
- [Luke] Hello.
Fang?
Whatever, man.
See you around.
(dial tone)
(MUSIC - THE PHARCYDE, "PASSING ME BY")
♪ (RAPPING) When I dream of fairy tales, ♪
♪ I think of me and Shelly. ♪
♪ See, she's my type of hype, and I ♪
♪ can't stand when brothas tell me that I should quit chasin' ♪
♪ and look for something better. ♪
♪ But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter. ♪
♪ I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her. ♪
♪ I just play her by ear and hope she gets the picture. ♪
♪ I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger. ♪
♪ She can be my broad, and I can be her. ♪
- [Fang] Luke, I am your father.
Where the hell you been, man?
- Nowhere, dude.
Just been busy.
- You coming to Delaney's tonight?
- [Luke] I don't know.
- Seriously? - Seriously.
Man, probably can't.
- So you think you're too good for us and shit now?
- Yo, man.
Come, don't come. Whatever.
- Yo, Luke.
- Better hurry.
- Later.
- Yo, Luke.
- What's up, Ed?
- What's up, bro?
How are you, dude?
How you feeling?
- Hey, why'd you invite him?
- Dude, we used to be close, man.
- [Luke] You get them?
- Hell yeah, man.
Fresh off the press.
They're in my locker.
Hey, first, crush this test.
- Ah, shit.
[music playing]
♪ (RAPPING) Outlast mine, in a run for your money, ♪
♪ you wouldn't win a food stamp 'cause ♪
♪ I'm the champ to boost the party like a party amp. ♪
♪ If it ain't got that swing, let me know it. ♪
♪ I bring a funky style to the beat, 'cause it ain't no thing. ♪
- Hi.
- Hey.
- You don't play?
- Oh, no.
I'm more of a dodgeball guy.
- Holy shit.
Are those-- so rad.
You designed this, right?
- Ah, we both did.
- Stan's annoyingly good at most things,
but art is definitely not one of them.
- No, no, he helped with the colors
and that printer discount.
[laughing]
- How much?
- 10.
- Anything for a good cause.
Limited edition Stokum Sucks shirt, designed by Stokum's
very own Luke Hunter.
Printing discount by Stan Miller.
- Something like that.
[inaudible] menege a trois.
- Menagerie.
- Ah.
- It's good.
You should try out.
Stan says you're really talented.
- Oh, yeah.
If you ever need, like, a coma victim, I'm your guy.
- [Stan] Hey, killer shirt.
- [Faith] Oh, thanks.
This really hot guy made it for me.
- Oh, oh.
- [Faith] See ya, Luke.
Oh.
- God, you're beautiful.
- [Faith] I Gotta go.
See you later, babe.
- Yeah, shirt looks so good.
You gave it to for free though, right?
- Yeah.
- You made her pay for it.
- It was on sale.
- You dog. - It was on sale.
- Come on. Give me those shirts. Let's go.
[laughing]
- Oh, god.
They're good, man.
[music playing]
♪ (SINGING) Come if you're down, through the halls, run around. ♪
♪ Throw your books to the ground, if you're a class clown. ♪
I Love that necklace.
It looks good.
- You better, because I'm never taking it off.
Okay, I gotta make this quick.
- Okay.
- It's so weird, interviewing me.
- It's just like, two questions.
- Okay. - Okay.
First question, what do you want to be when grow up?
- Okay.
First answer, nothing.
- What?
- Never going to grow up.
No, I don't know.
A sports team owner, maybe?
Yeah, something on the business side.
More longevity, you know?
Mhm.
- What about after graduation?
Any plans?
- Yeah.
I have that full ride to Cornell, remember?
- Yeah.
- And continue my relationship with Faith.
- Good answer.
[horn honking]
- Oh. - Oh.
That's me.
- Bye. - Bye.
I'll come by later.
- Oh, wait, no.
It's my dad's birthday.
- Oh, right. Right, right.
My bad.
Well, tell him I said happy birthday.
- I will.
- All right.
Bye.
- Later.
- [Faith] Bye.
- What about you, dude?
What are you going to do after we graduate?
- Smoke the odd joint?
Come on, dude.
You're not going to go to some big city, be a famous artist?
Me and Faith buy tickets to your gallery?
- Hmm.
Rather chill on your yacht, Cornell.
- OK. - Yo, douche bags.
You coming to Fang's?
- What's going on at Fang's?
- Oh, you know.
study and shit?
- [Luke] Oh, no, we're good, man.
No.
- It's alright.
- Don't be a pussy, Hunter.
[laughing]
- He's got 64, right?
- Yeah, dude, we got you.
Come on, we'll hook you up.
His parents home?
- Parent.
Singular.
And if his mom's here, she's probably passed out upstairs,
so.
Hey.
You sure you wanna?
- Yeah, dude.
Just 10 minutes, yeah?
- Might want to make it 5.
- The way I play, it probably will be 5.
Yo.
- [Male] Eat it it, bitch.
- [Male] Stan Miller in the house.
- [Male] Yo.
I got winner.
[video game sounds]
- Always.
Oh, oh!
- [Male] He uses the same move.
- [Male] Come on.
- [Male] Another round.
- [Male] I didn't know you smoke, Stan.
- You know what they say, man.
Everything in moderation.
- [Male] Eat it.
- [Male] Whoo, get owned.
- [Male] Nah, you're bad.
You're making this too easy for me.
- [Male] Man, I've memorized all the combos.
How do you do it?
- [Male] Finish him.
- [Male] He does the same moves every single time.
Yeah, dude.
- [Male] You are pretty cheap, man.
- [Male] That's it.
- [Male] Oh.
[music playing]
What are you doing?
- What?
You got something to hide, Todd?
- Do you want to smoke or what?
- You've still got this thing, huh?
- I forgot it was even there.
- [Male] Oh, my--
- [Stan] Get him.
Get him, Chad.
Get him.
- [Male] Nah.
- Spin 'em out, buddy.
- [Male] Maybe you want to switch controllers.
- [Male] Yeah, man.
You got that crappy one.
- [Stan] Yeah, buddy.
Yo, Luke.
Hey, you all right, man?
- One of you is going to die tomorrow.
- [Male] What?
- [Male] Yo.
In the camera, man.
- Yeah.
On the way to school, one of you is going to get hit by a van
and die.
Out of state plates.
Blood on the sidewalk.
Stan.
- Hah.
Full of shit, Luke.
Hate to break it to you guys, but nobody from out of state
ever visits this little pinprick of a town, man.
Especially in October, dude.
- Nice try, man.
[laughing]
I like you, Luke, but you're high as hell, man.
Yo.
[laughing]
Yo, you got some chips for him or something?
Get this guy some water.
- Oh, what am I going to get?
You like these, bro?
[inaudible]
- Maybe tomorrow don't--
- Don't what?
- Ah, nevermind.
- Yeah.
Maybe tomorrow I'm gon' do whatever I want.
- Well I'm teaching a beginners at 4:30 if you change your mind.
- Hm.
When I know I'm at peace with my misery.
- Attitude of gratitude.
Attitude of gratitude.
Hey.
You good?
- [Luke] Uh huh.
Have a good class.
- Bye.
- See ya.
(heartbeat pounding)
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What happened, dude?
Luke!
Hey!
What happened, man?
Hey.
Luke!
Shit.
Ah.
Oh.
(sirens blaring)
Ah.
Please.
(crying and yelling)
- [Male] You knew.
- [Male] No way.
- [Male] You called it.
- You knew it was going to happen.
Every single detail.
- I didn't, I didn't.
Shit, shit.
- Hey, um, excuse me, excuse me!
Hi, Lance Winters from WDFD.
Did you just say that that young man knew?
(heavy breathing)
- [Faith] Hi, Luke.
- [Male] What time will we be on?
- Well, I can't promise you guys that this will air.
Even if the four of you corroborated,
who's to say you guys are telling the truth?
I need proof.
- What's it worth to you?
[knocking]
- Luke, I'm Lance Winters from WDFD.
Look, I'm sorry about what happened to your friend.
I know this must be hard for you, but I'd like to talk.
Open the goddamn door.
I only need a minute, Luke.
What are you looking at me for? Go, go, set up, set up.
(tense music)
- [Reporter] And we do have an update on that traffic accident
that happened this morning.
Unfortunate, there was a fatality.
Oh, jeez.
That's horrible.
No names have been released.
Apparently there was a skateboarder involved.
Please, drive carefully this morning, folks.
- Mrs. Hunter, hi.
I'm Lance Winters from WDFD.
Do you have any comment on the incident
today involving your son, the incident from this morning?
Just--
- Luke!
Luke!
Oh, no!
Oh, god!
Oh, no!
Luke!
Oh.
My baby.
Oh.
God.
- Stan's dead.
Stan, Stan.
Stan.
- [Mary] Oh, no.
I'm sorry, honey.
- I have to go.
- Oh, god.
I'm so sorry.
I gave you the one with the real sugar.
- [Luke] Thank you.
- Honey, you didn't have anything
to do with Stan dying, did you?
Okay, Okay.
And then, the news truck outside is--
what's that about?
Yeah.
Oh, god.
Well, my yoga class was full today.
That was good.
And there was this elderly lady who
let out a volcanic fart in the middle of the class
I was trying not to bust a rib from laughing so hard.
(Luke sobbing)
A miner whose name is being withheld pending notification
of next of kin was killed this morning
when he was struck by a van.
But this wasn't just another deadly traffic accident.
Today's tragic events were predicted in stark detail
last night by local teen, Luke Hunter.
On the way to school, one of you is going to get hit by a van--
and-- and-- die.
Out of state plates.
Blood on the sidewalk.
- [Lance] And while the video's authenticity has yet
to be verified, Luke Hunter has refused
requests for an interview.
The teen's startling premonition was
caught on tape at a friend's home
the night before the accident.
It would seem that for now, Stokum's own prophet of death
is keeping all his predictions to himself.
This is Lance Winters on the scene for WDFD.
- You're smoking pot?
- Seriously?
- Ugh, Doug, you're missing the point.
(music playing)
- [Luke] I wasn't even friends with him.
- Luke, honey, just go up and get him.
- [Luke] No.
- [Doug] Here he comes.
- [Mary] Oh, good.
- [Doug] Hey, Todd.
- [Todd] Hey, Mr. Hunter.
- [Doug] Yeah, been a while.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi, Mary.
Those are cool.
I dig those.
- I make these.
- [Fang] Really?
- Yeah.
Why don't you take these.
It has good energy.
- Thank you.
- [Priest] It's always difficult when a young person dies.
We want to focus on that life that ended too quickly when
life is taken from us...
(somber music playing)
(sermon muffled in the background)
- Luke?
(taps on window)
How were you able to predict Stan's death?
Is it something you've always been able to do?
Have you had any more predictions
that you're just not telling us about, Luke?
Luke?
- You've seen those nature videos where
the cameraman gets too close to the mama and her cubs, yeah?
- Come on.
- Have a blessed day.
(door slams shut)
(stan grunts in frustration)
- Oh, look who it is--
profit of death in the flesh.
- What I don't get is, if you knew about Stan,
why didn't you stop it?
[locker slams shut]
- Go for it, freak.
[music playing]
(♪ RAPPING) It's about time, space, beat, and crew. ♪
♪ It's about a minute til my whole life's through. ♪
♪ It's about the seconds that we pass through now. ♪
♪ Do you have the time, or does time have you? ♪
♪ It's about time, space, beats, and crew. ♪
♪ It's about a minute til my whole life's through. ♪
♪ It's about the seconds that we pass through. ♪
♪ Now, do you have the time, or does time have you? ♪
- [Luke] Hey, uh, pack of lights.
- That's $4.75
Hey, you're that prophet guy.
- Oh, no, no, I-
- [Attendant] You're also not 18.
- I am in, like, four months, dude.
Seriously?
- Tell me my future.
- I'm not a psychic.
- Come on.
I saw you predict your friend's death on the TV.
- Jesus.
- Come on, do the thing, and these are yours.
- Fine, fine.
You have a girlfriend?
- Yeah.
Yes, she's new.
- Okay.
- D-J--
- Jenny.
- Jenny, Jenny, yeah.
Jenny's hair, it's r-b--
- Blonde?
Dirty blonde?
- Yeah, and-- oh, dude, she's with another guy.
They're in this room, their hotel room taking off
each other's clothes.
Oh, man, he's got, like, candles, scented and--
that sucks.
Sorry, man.
She has nice tits, though.
(high pitched buzzing sound)
Hey, I made that up.
Sorry.
(door bell chimes)
(knock on door)
- Hi. - Hi.
- Sorry to bother you, sir.
I don't know if you know who I am.
I live over there.
- You think I'm stupid?
Of course, I know.
You're Doug's boy.
- Great.
OK, hey, I have to do some yard work for you.
- What?
- I mean, I have to do community service work for school.
I have to help out an old person.
- What are you saying?
- I have to clean your gutters, sir.
May I clean your gutters?
- You want to clean gutters?
- Yes.
Yes, thank you.
- No, I do.
No, no, no.
- I have to, or I won't graduate.
Sir, I will fail.
Mr. Bernofski, please.
Please.
- Fine, fine.
- Thank you.
- Crazy kid.
- OK, I'm going to use your ladder.
(music playing)
♪ (RAPPING) I came tonight to flow on the smooth tip, ♪
♪ to rock those rhymes on the swift. ♪
♪ Cause when I get my mic in my right hand, and start rapping, ♪
♪ I take control like a captain. ♪
♪ I'm not Captain Steven or Captain Kirk, not Captain ♪
♪ Kangaroo, but, yo, I do work. ♪
♪ I'm not Captain from the minnow of Gilligan's isle, ♪
♪ but a captain on the mic, and I operate with style. ♪
♪ Cause I feel like Darth Vader. ♪
♪ I flow like an ice skater, not the big daddy, ♪
♪ but a smooth operator. ♪
- What's up, Hank?
- Hey, amigo.
What's going on?
- Oh, you know, not too much, man.
- [Hank] Good to see you.
- You too.
- Just dropping this off actually.
- What's this for.
- It's what Stan said he owes you for the shirts.
- Oh, yeah, right.
God, it's a strange thing, man.
Well, not God, death.
Well, God's a strange thing too.
They're both strange, dude.
- Yeah.
- You know, I never met anyone that was alive as Stan.
Makes you wonder, where did all that energy go?
- Listen, I'm glad you came by.
I actually got this for you and Stan.
- Oh, what?
- [Hank] Yeah.
- Oh, shit.
Dinosaur Junior.
- [Hank] Show's next month.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, you have fun with that.
- Thanks, man.
- Yep.
- See you.
- Hey, don't be a stranger.
It's good having you around, man.
(music playing)
- Hey, let me know if you have any more prophecies.
Yo, made solid coin on the last one.
- Luke.
I didn't-
Luke.
Hey, there's no music in the library.
- Oh, my bad.
- You're Luke, right?
I'm friends with your mom.
- Yeah?
- [Rachel] Friends of Lake Erie.
- Oh, yeah, my mom is a huge Erie fan, all the Great Lakes
really.
She doesn't pick favorites.
- Hey, how are you holding up?
- Fine.
- You don't have to be, you know?
Losing someone's really tough.
- Totally.
- Well, you know where to find me if you ever want to talk.
- This is a great starting point.
Jim is gonna develop a subconscious attraction her.
So you need to move closer to her.
You're going to put your arms around her.
OK, move in.
I need to see some grip.
There we go.
I need you face to face, not so close.
That's good.
You're going to keep your eye contact.
Faith, I need you to get present.
Come back.
There you go.
- I got to go.
I'm sorry.
- [Mary] Dinner's in the fridge if you want to eat later.
- Thanks.
- Fang came by the house today after school.
He's skinny.
He doesn't look so great.
- Yeah, what's new?
- [Mary] You should go see him.
- Pass.
Can I help you?
- You know, your Uncle Steven, he had vivid dreams.
He had premonitions, I guess, you could say.
- Maybe he should have played the lottery.
Wouldn't have been such a bum.
- He wasn't a bum.
He was my brother, and he was super sensitive,
and he was an artist, like you.
And sometimes, he was scary accurate.
And other times, it was more of a projection.
But he made a choice to shut out the world and people who
loved him.
I love you too much to let that happen to you.
You hear me?
- Love you too.
(rock music playing over radio)
(rapid breathing)
(firetruck sirens blaring)
(Mrs. Bernoffski sobbing)
- [Doug] Over here, over here.
- [Fireman] Here!
Check his vitals.
(Mrs. Bernoffski sobs loudly)
- You've been a hard person to find.
- Yeah, not unintentionally.
- All right, I'll stop distracting you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I should probably get back to work.
♪ (music playing) ♪
♪ (SINGING) It's dark. ♪
♪ It's cold. ♪
♪ No more unsold. ♪
♪ This house yells at me, stay home, be free, from she. ♪
- [Female] You have one unheard message.
First unheard message--
- [Female] Hello, this is Jefferson Secondary calling
to let you know a student in your household--
- [Male] Luke Hunter
- [Female] was absent from school today.
(phone beeps)
- [Female] Message deleted.
End of messages.
(phone keys beeping)
- [Female] You have one unheard message.
First unheard message.
- [Female] Hello, this is Jefferson--
(phone beeps)
- [Female] Message deleted.
- [Female] Hello, this is Jeffer--
(phone beeps)
- [Female] Message deleted.
- [Female] Hello--
- [Female] Message deleted.
- [Female] Hello--
- [Female] Message deleted.
- [Female] Hello--
(phone beeps)
- [Female] Next message--
(phone beeps)
- [Female] Message deleted.
End of messages.
You have one unheard message.
First unheard message.
- [Female] Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter.
This is Rachel Woodley calling from Jefferson High.
Luke has been absent almost consistently
over the past several weeks and will
be suspended if he is not in--
(phone beeps)
- [Female] Message deleted.
End of messages.
- [Mary] I think he should see a psychologist.
- [Doug] No, I don't think he needs to see a psychologist.
I think he needs to stop smoking pot, focus on his grades.
Otherwise, college isn't even going to be an option for him.
- [Mary] Well, he's mentioned art schools.
I know he loves his art.
That could-- you know--
- [Doug] I understand he loves art.
But to be honest, I would prefer that he
got an actual education.
Mentioning art schools doesn't translate into applying anyway.
- [Mary] I just don't want him to shut himself down.
He's been through a lot.
First, his friend dies, and then Mr. Bernoffski.
It's a hell of a lot for someone to go through.
- [Doug] I understand.
And it's not that I don't believe in therapy.
I don't think therapy is the problem here.
- [Mary] I don't know-- well, then we're just spinning our wheels.
- [Doug] No, we're not.
- [Mary] I'm saying he needs to communicate.
He needs to express--
- I can hear you.
Stop worrying about me.
I'm fine.
(r&b music playing)
♪ (SINGING) Hey. ♪
♪ Oh, oh. ♪
♪ Baby, I would like to know you better. ♪
♪ Come on. ♪
♪ Tell me, when can we get to heaven and be all alone? ♪
♪ Come over to my place. ♪
- You never came back.
- I didn't know.
Oh, Jesus.
- No, just your mom.
Hand it over.
Hand over your pot.
- What, no, I don't have any.
- Right, OK, get up.
- I smoked it all last night.
- Get up.
- It's Saturday.
- I don't care if it's Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.
You're coming with me today.
- [Luke] I don't wanna go.
- We are going to live.
Meet me in 10 minutes.
(Luke groans)
You got it?
- Feels so good to be outside, huh?
- Oh, yeah, endless joy.
- Well, I figure we'll do this for a couple more hours.
And then I made an appointment for Bikram yoga, 2:00 PM.
Joke-- I'm joking.
- I guess I forgot to laugh.
- You gotta be nice to me today, okay?
You hot-boxed your room, remember?
- You gonna tell dad about that?
- Mary.
- Hi, Rachel. - Hi.
I'm so glad you made it.
- Nice to see you.
- You remember Luke.
- Of course.
- Hey, Ms. Banks.
- Thank you guys so much for coming and helping.
- Oh, of course.
- They say that the lake's on the mend.
But those algae blooms last summer--
- Oh, gosh.
I know.
- The report said you could see them all the way from space.
- The pollution is just heartbreaking.
- Yeah, it's awful.
- You know, I'm actually on the committee for the One Drum
Festival, and we need some volunteers.
You know, maybe an artist or two.
- Oh, an artist?
- Yeah.
- What?
- Well, I mean, maybe volunteering isn't your thing.
But since you already have fans--
- That looks great on you.
- I thought maybe you could design something for One Drum.
- Design?
- Okay, maybe.
- Yeah?
- All right, cool.
- [Male] I'd like to announce the winners
of last month's fundraiser.
First place, with a total of $2,484 raised
by Luke Hunter and Stan Miller.
The distant second, Sean Lynch and Will Vanegan raised $1,080.
And in third, Amber Owen and Tyler Fare raised $1,480.
- Did you--
- Every last one.
It was wild.
(bell sounds)
- When?
- Past couple of days, this morning a little bit.
Some friends helped.
- Shit, dude.
Thank you.
You okay?
- Next question.
You?
- Next question.
- I just really miss him.
(locks clatter)
(knock on door)
- Hey, brother. What's up?
- [Luke] What's up, dude?
- How are you?
- Good, man.
Hey, thinking about making some prints of this, just,
like, 50 shirts, simple black and white.
- Yeah, well, we do have the technology.
- OK.
- See you went the two-word thing, hey?
- Well, you won't want people to get bored, quit reading halfway
through it, right?
- It's a nice design if I clean up just a couple
of things over here.
It'll look good.
You still doing it tonight, man?
- [Hank] Dude, don't tell me you forgot.
- What?
- [Hank] Dinosaur Junior.
- Oh, shit.
Right, yeah.
- It's going to be insane.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Who you gonna take?
You got a honey lined up?
- Hey.
Freezing my balls off out there.
Nice shirt, man.
Hello?
- I didn't say shit to that reporter.
- Thanks.
- [Fang] What is this?
- Come on.
- [Fang] These are for tonight.
- Yeah, Captain Obvious.
We going or not?
- Do you want to smoke before we go?
- I heard weed is a gateway drug?
- To what-- Mickey D's?
- I was thinking Pizza Hut.
- Hey, when was the last time you climbed something?
- School probably.
Never did get to Gandy's.
(horns honks)
- Where you headed?
- Grand Rapids.
- That works.
- Technically, I'm a dwarf, but I'm
on the tall end of the scale, in case you were wondering.
Name's Little Bob.
What should I call you two bandits?
- Luke.
- [Fang] Fang.
- Fang?
Like the teeth?
- [Fang] Mm-hmm.
- Huh, that's a new one.
- You two hitchhike often?
- Not really.
- Your parents know you hitchhiking?
- Not really.
- Kids your age probably shouldn't be hitchhiking.
- A guy your size probably should be picking up hitchhikers.
[little bob laughs]
- Yeah, you're probably right about that,
but I can't help myself.
I like people.
- People are assholes.
[little bob chuckles]
- Yeah, probably right about that too.
I wasn't going to let anything stop me from getting
my commercial license.
You can't let things hold you back, not people, rules, fear.
Fear is a big one.
That one-- he's afraid.
- Yeah?
What is he afraid of?
- He hides.
I can tell.
I'm good at spotting them--
folks with secrets.
(car horn blaring)
Watch the road!
Jesus!
All right.
Watch the road, man!
- [Little Bob] We're good.
- Yo, my best friend died because some bitch
wasn't paying attention.
- Sorry to hear that.
- I knew it was gonna happen, every detail of it.
- Wow.
- I thought it was just stupid bullshit in my head.
- Has it happened before?
- Stupid bullshit in my head?
All the time.
Ever killed anybody because of it?
- Look, I spend my time, my life looking out on this road,
thinking all sorts of crazy thoughts.
I imagine a deer jumping out,
car swerving into my lane, trees falling over
just as I'm about to pass.
Point is, I can't swerve like a madman, convinced
the worst is going to happen.
That'd make me certifiable.
That's just the mind telling stories.
We can't control what's going to come into our lane.
Can't control it.
You hear me?
- Yeah.
(band playing rock music)
(LEAD SINGER SINGING INDISCERNIBLY)
Hey!
Hey, Fang!
Fang!
Can you hear me?
Hey!
Fang!
Hey, hey!
- Looks like an asthma attack.
- He doesn't have asthma.
You okay? You okay?
Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ!
Look, did you take anything?
Look at me, look at me.
- [Faith] Fang?
I think he's hyperventilating.
Here.
Hey, just breathe.
(Fang breathing rapidly)
- He's okay. He's frickin' okay.
Are you sure you don't wanna go back in.
We're OK.
You're OK, right, Fang?
Yeah, I'm sure the smoke helps.
- No, please.
I'm actually really glad I found you guys.
My sister flaked on me, like, the second we got there.
Probably went to bang her douchebag boyfriend
in his douchebag truck.
It's my fault. I should've have asked her to come.
I got the tickets for Stan and me.
- My tickets were for Stan and I too.
- Weird.
You doing good back there, Fang?
- Fine.
- I know this sounds weird, but do you
think Stan was looking down no us tonight and maybe brought
us together somehow?
- Shit.
- Fang?
You good?
- [Faith] Yeah, of course.
- [Officer] Good evening.
Any alcohol in the vehicle.
- [Faith] No, officer.
- [Officer] There's a bad accident near Clearwater.
An oil tanker derailed, highway's closed.
Where are you folks coming from?
- We're trying to get to Stokum.
- [Officer] Well, you're not getting to Stokum tonight.
Maybe tomorrow.
You can turn around up here.
Take it easy.
Drive safe.
(music playing)
I'm gonna call my parents.
- Do you have any money?
- [Fang] For what?
- For gas, Faith.
- [Fang] Why?
- Because she just drove us.
Do you have cash or not?
Fang?
- [Fang] In my jacket. - Thank you.
What's wrong with you.
Luke.
She's Stan's girl.
- I'm aware.
Think I should go for it?
(Fang laughs)
Don't you just love me?
- Fang!
- Tell me you love me.
Tell me you love me.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh!
- Hey.
- You talk to your parents?
- Yeah.
- I mean, my dad's upset that I'm at a random hotel
with two guys.
- For gas.
- Oh, thank you.
But he's happy that I'm safe.
- Good.
Oh, you probably don't want to go back there.
- Oh, why not?
Is he taking a bath?
- Apparently.
Shouldn't be too long.
- You sure he's okay?
- I don't know what's going on with him anymore.
- He seems pretty--
- Screwed up?
Yep.
- You guys have been friends for a while, right?
- Since kindergarten.
Hey, um, whoa.
- Oh, in case of emergencies.
- Do you always just have bottles of booze
in your pockets?
- No, I got it for the concert.
- Oh.
Yeah, sure.
- Cheers.
(glasses clink)
- Cheers.
And how about Fang's climbing, right?
- Oh, yeah.
He was a legend.
- He was going to climb this.
- Gangy's Rock?
- People die there.
- That kid Julian--
- Gonzalez.
- Gonzalez, yeah.
- Yeah, like, four years ago.
- I mean, I hate heights.
- Me too.
Come on.
Where are we going?
(Luke and Faith giggle)
(music playing)
- That was awesome.
Thank you.
- Is it true you knowing about Stan?
- Does that bother you?
- No, not really.
I mean, he really liked doing that teacher thing with you.
I think you guys had a deeper connection that--
I don't know-- sent him further than we understand.
I had fun with you tonight.
- Yeah, me too.
- Did you ever go to visit him
at his grave?
- Do you?
- Yeah.
- [Luke] What was that like?
- Lonely.
♪ (SINGING) Do you have to let it linger? ♪
- [Broadcaster] Good morning America.
Today is confession Monday.
- [Female] Uh-oh.
- [Male] We haven't done this in awhile.
- [Male] Set the ground rules, will you?
- [Male] All right, we want you to call and confess
this morning.
Whatever it is that you've done that you haven't told anyone,
you can tell us.
- All right, tell your dad thanks.
Next time, I'll stay at the Four Seasons.
OK, all right.
Bye.
- Was that a girl?
No.
Maybe.
- Yeah?
So what is her name?
- It's Faith.
She was Stan's girlfriend.
- Oh, I see.
- Okay, relax.
She's just using me to keep Stan's memory alive.
- Oh, don't sell yourself so short, honey.
You are so beautiful.
Back, away.
- No.
- It just takes the right girl to know who you are.
- Stop.
You're such a weirdo.
Stop, stop.
Stop.
- Yeah, could you imagine if I was normal?
How bored would you be?
- Tonight's top story,
last night, police raided McCreary Park
after receiving complaints the park
was being used by homosexuals to rendezvous.
- Second raid this month.
-- [Reporter] ...had reported unusual amount
of garbage and intimate paraphernalia
in and around the nearby public restrooms.
Sources within the police department
say, this tip spurred the raid.
- [Male] It's disgusting.
We bring our dogs here.
- Doug, are you OK?
- [Doug] Yeah.
- 15 Stokum residents were detained here in McCreary Park
last night under suspicion of lewd acts.
So far, no names have been released.
- Jack went on leave today.
He left at lunchtime.
And then two cops came, and they spoke with Tracy.
They went through all his personal stuff.
- [Mary] Poor Deb and the kids.
- That explains Mr. Kite's Pomeranian.
- [Doug] Hey!
- [Reporter] Despite repeated requests
from the WDFD news team,
police have refused to confirm further details
or provide a list of the individuals that
make up the McCreary Park 15.
(rap music playing)
(thud on window)
- You know the rules?
- Of course, I know the rules.
Winner gets a wish.
- What?
Oh!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
OK.
- Oh, my God.
You're bleeding.
- Oh, man.
- So generally, there's usually a signal
or a countdown to let the players
know the game has started.
- I'm sorry.
- Also, head shots-- generally not encouraged.
- I didn't know there were actual rules.
I thought we just flicked the ball at each other.
- It's okay.
It's not that bad.
- You haven't seen your face.
My wish is you come to dance with me.
- You know, technically, you haven't won, so--
- Yes, I did.
I hit you.
- No-- in the face.
- Don't complicate things.
- All right, fine.
Twist my arm.
(Faith giggles)
Hey, I got it.
- No, no, I do.
- [Luke] I don't mind.
- You leave it.
- I don't mind.
Have a good day.
♪ (RAPPING) --when the class was dismissed. ♪
♪ But when it was in session, I always had a question. ♪
♪ I would raise my hand to make a her stagger to my desk ♪
♪ and help me with my problem. ♪
♪ It was never much, just a trick to smell her scent ♪
♪ and try to sneak a touch. ♪
♪ Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug. ♪
♪ She was married to the man. ♪
♪ He was a thug. ♪
♪ His name was Lee. ♪
♪ He drove a Z. He'd pick her up from school ♪
♪ promptly at 3 o'clock. ♪
♪ I was on her jock. ♪
♪ Yes, indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus. ♪
♪ First, I'd write her name then carve a plus with my name ♪
♪ last, on the looking glass. ♪
♪ I seen her yesterday, but still I had to let her pass. ♪
♪ She keeps on passing me by. ♪
["PASSIN' ME BY" PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES]
- Well, hello, handsome.
Where are you going?
- Just to the dance.
Some girl won me playing dodge ball.
- Is that how you guys do it?
Oh, I'm happy you're going to the dance.
You look so cute.
- Thank you.
- I like this blue.
- Thank you.
- You gonna manage to have fun?
You gonna lighten up?
- Okay, mom, that's annoying.
- Hey, I didn't tell your father because I trust you.
Have fun.
♪ (RAPPING) All I could do was stare. ♪
♪ Back as kids, we used to kiss when we played truth or dare. ♪
♪ Now, she's more sophisticated, highly edumacated, not ♪
♪ at all overrated. ♪
♪ I think I need-- ♪
("Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats)
- I didn't think you'd show.
- You didn't think I'd stow?
- [Faith] Show, I said show.
- You're drunk.
- No, you're drunk.
- Come on.
Dance with me.
- No. - Yes.
Come on. - Uh-uh.
- Luke Hunter dancing?
Look at that.
(Faith giggles)
- Forget that, OK?
(dog barking)
So One Drum is this Saturday.
And I need an assistant to help me sell shirts.
So I was wondering if you knew anybody who was, like, blonde,
really good-looking, really smart, good at dodge ball.
- I'll ask some friends.
- Okay.
Or--
- Or?
- Maybe--
- Maybe who?
Moi?
- Well, that depends.
Will you be sober by then?
Because I can't have any drunks on my staff.
- Stop.
(slow rock music playing)
♪ (SINGING) Running circles in my head, ♪
♪ laying on the bedroom floor. ♪
♪ Trying to catch up to my breath, but I don't ♪
♪ know what I'm waiting for. ♪
♪ Must be after midnight. ♪
♪ Forget it. ♪
♪ Every word on my mind, I've reread it. ♪
♪ Hold on. ♪
♪ Even when the wind blows, you sigh as you're going my way. ♪
♪ Won't be long. ♪
♪ You and I can dance in the driveway. ♪
♪ Just let our song play on and on and on. ♪
(tools clatter to the ground)
- [Doug] Hey, how was the dance?
- It was good.
- You been drinking?
- You're drunk.
- Fuck off.
- What did you say to me?
- Just fuck off, Dad!
(TEARFULLY) I just though that she--
I just thought she--
I'm just so stupid.
I'm sorry.
(Luke sobbing)
- I love you.
- You're all right.
Love you too, Mom.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
- Be good.
- Dad? - Yeah?
(car starts up)
(horn honks)
- [Faith] Hey.
- Hey.
- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why'd you just take off the other night?
- Can you unlock that?
- Oh, yeah.
[RADIO SHOW PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]
- Why are you being so weird?
Luke?
- Just drop it, OK?
- No, talk to me.
- I'm not him.
I will never be him.
Stan was an amazing guy, and he's dead.
He's dead, Faith.
- Yeah, you don't think I know that?
- I'm just a loser!
He didn't bring us together.
You're just hanging out with me because you're sad and lonely.
- Oh, and you're not?
Screw you!
I thought we were having fun together.
I never wanted you to--
- You called me his name!
Shit.
- What?
- At the dance, you called me his name.
- I was drunk.
I'm sorry.
It was a mistake.
- Forget it.
- No.
- [Luke] It's fine.
- The other night with you, I felt like I
did when I was with him--
happy.
And I didn't think I'd ever even feel that way--
- Stop talking.
--ever again about someone.
I really--
- Get away from me!
Get away from me.
- Yeah, maybe you are just a loser.
(drums rhythms playing)
- [Dwight] Oh, sweet shirts.
How about a freebie, prophet man?
- Dwight?
[blow lands]
(grunts, blows landed)
- [Dwight] Bet you're on McCreary Park list.
(Luke groans)
(VOCALIZING TO NATIVE AMERICAN DRUMBEAT)
(rock music playing)
(Luke retches)
- Hey, here.
Come here.
I help, I help, I help.
Oh, no, no, no.
In, in, in.
In, in.
Go. All right.
You think you killed my Johnny?
- I tried to stop it.
Every time, I do, I just screw it up.
- One thing I know, we all gonna die.
Nothing no one could do.
Another thing I know, it's God who decides when we go,
not the little boy down the street.
My Johnny is a proud man, stubborn man.
He's gonna do what he's gonna do, but he die happy.
He live good life.
Now, you rest.
I make you cup of tea.
(Luke exhales exasperatedly)
(knock on door)
- Hey Faith!
(knocking on door)
I'm sorry.
I need your help.
- Call 911.
- [Luke] I need a ride.
- Call a taxi.
- I think Fang might do something stupid.
- You think or you know?
- I know.
I know.
Thank you.
Fang, Fang!
Get up.
We gotta go right now. - No.
We gotta go. - No.
Get up.
- Why?
- [Luke] Here.
Get dressed.
Come on, get dressed.
- Dude.
Come on, you're really losing it!
What'd I do?
- I saw it.
You're losing it.
You thought you could kill yourself and I wouldn't know?
- You're really losing it.
- That's funny.
- These prophecies and shit.
- I'm losing it?
it's not real, it's not real. - Look at me, look at me.
- It's not real!
- Look at me.
I know what's going on.
No, no, no, no, no.
I know what's going on.
- You have no clue.
You have no clue.
The intervention is supposed to be next week.
- Yeah, hilarious.
Come on.
- [Fang] Here.
- [Luke] Go.
(Car engine starts)
- [Fang] Gandy's Rock?
- [Luke] Wait here.
- [Faith] Wait, Luke?
Luke?
Please, tell me you guys aren't going to climb this.
- Everything's going to be OK.
Trust me.
You got this, man.
Concentrate, pick a route.
- You want me to fall, or do you want me to jump?
That would be pretty spectacular.
- Hey, look at me.
Up then down.
That's it.
You're going to climb this thing.
Things can be better.
I need you to see that.
- You do it with me.
- Fine.
Fine.
(gentle music playing)
- [Luke] Shit.
- Hey.
- Fang! - Shit.
Come on, man.
Come on.
- Grab my hand.
- [Fang] I got you.
Right leg, left left.
Right there, you're good.
You can do this.
Come on.
Right arm.
Come on.
It's not that much farther.
Nice, dude.
Come on.
I got you.
Come on.
Yeah.
Yeah, come on.
You're almost there.
We did it.
Come on! Yeah!
Woo!
Hey, Faith.
( yelling triumphantly)
Yeah, baby!
Stokum sucks!
Yeah!
Ow! Woo!
They're publishing this list of names in the paper.
- What?
- They're publishing this list of names in the paper tomorrow.
You know the men who got arrested up in McCreary Park?
Well, Jack called me, and he said that it would be tomorrow.
- [Luke] Who the hell is Jack?
Kite.
Jack Kite, your dad's boss.
- Why would my dad's boss call you, Fang?
Why would he call you?
- Because I know him.
Because my name is on the list.
- [Luke] You know, I could stick around for a bit,
hang out if you wanted.
- No, no, dude.
Get out of here.
I'm cool.
- [Luke] That was really bad-ass, man.
You are a friggin bad-ass.
That was sick.
- You think people are going to start calling me Todd
at school now?
Because that's, like, way gayer than Fang..
- [Luke] Whatever, man.
I'll take them out for you.
- Have you seen your face?
I love you, man.
- [Luke] I love you too.
- [Fang] I'll see you tomorrow, man.
- Hey, look, I'm sorry about everything,
about today, One Drum.
I'm really sorry.
I've been a real ass lately.
- Yeah, you have.
But you're not a loser.
- Thanks.
I guess I'll see you at school, huh?
- Yeah.
- Allright.
Bye.
- Bye.
Hey.
- [Faith] Yeah?
Bye.
- [Faith] Bye.
- What if cut just an inch or something?
- Mom.
- What?
- You're so pretty.
- Come on.
- You really want to--
- Pretty?
OK, now, it's definitely going off.
- It's a big change.
- I know.
- OK.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- That's your final answer?
You've got a lot of courage.
- Thanks, mom.
- Still look pretty to me.
There you are.
What do you think?
Aw.
(music playing)
- [Luke Voiceover] Yeah, we all die.
But first, we get to live.
And that's big.
That's beautiful.
That's not to be missed.
♪ (SINGING) Ooh, someone somewhere's waiting for you. ♪
♪ Someone somewhere's waiting for you. ♪
(music playing)
♪ (SINGING) Running circles in my head, ♪
♪ laying on the bedroom floor. ♪
♪ Trying to catch up to my breath, but I don't ♪
♪ know what I'm waiting for. ♪
♪ Must be after midnight, forget it. ♪
♪ Every word on my mind, I've reread it. ♪
♪ Hold on. ♪
♪ Even when the wind blows, you sigh as you're going my way. ♪
♪ Won't be long. ♪
♪ You and I can dance in the driveway. ♪
♪ Just let our song play on and on and on. ♪
♪ Even when the world says good night, ♪
♪ we'll leave on the light and dance til we die. ♪
♪ And dance til we die. ♪
♪ Got this in my back pocket. ♪
♪ I've never lost it, no. ♪
♪ We are stronger than an echo, and I can never let you go. ♪
♪ The etch my sigh, you set it. ♪
♪ Every word on my mind, you've reread it. ♪
♪ Hold on. ♪
♪ Even when the wind blows, you sigh as you're going my way. ♪
♪ Won't be long. ♪
♪ You and I can dance in the driveway. ♪
♪ Just let our song play on and on and on. ♪
♪ Even when the world says good night, we'll dance til we die. ♪
♪ We'll dance til we die. ♪