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Are you fucking kidding me?
I can smell your dirty cunt from here.
(BYSTANDERS LAUGHING)
Why don't you wipe the crust off your mouth?
Why don't you get your fucking girlfriend
to wipe the crust off your mouth?
(CROWD YELLING)
GIRL: Fucker her up!
Get her!
YOUNG WOMAN: Go Lou!
Yeah!
Yes, Lou, fuck her up!
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
Fuck her up!
Go Lou! (THUDDING)
Beat her fucking ass!
Come on!
Beat her up!
Go, Lou, go! (THUDDING)
Come on! Get her! Get her!
(PEOPLE YELLING)
Get her!
(THUDDING)
Yes! Yes!
Go Lou!
(LOU YELLING)
LOU: Charge!
Chariot away!
(LAUGHING)
Yes!
Hi, hi, hi, hi!
What's up, man?
Your uncle just gave this to you?
GUY: Yep.
Why?
Because I'm special.
Oh yeah?
Guess what.
What?
Shot gun!
Yo.
Don't get any blood on my fucking seats, eh.
Hey, boy, you need a ride?
We only accept sexual favors.
(HORN BLOWING)
You eat pussy?
(LAUGHING)
(BEAT MUSIC)
I think it's faster if we go
this way. Around the lake will take too long.
Can I drive?
GUY: No but you can keep me company. (LAUGHING)
I wanna drive.
How long is it gonna take?
Two days, probably.
I'm a fucking speed demon, you know?
Oh my God!
In two days, we'll be in New York.
GUY: You wanna leave tomorrow?
Yes!
We got the cash.
You got the car.
Let's get the fuck up out of here.
(LAUGHING)
You're not gonna grad?
Lou's dumb ass didn't graduate.
(LAUGHING)
GUY: You always were the dumb one.
Fuck you.
(LAUGHING)
See this fucking shit, right here?
Huh?
(PHONE CHIMING)
GUY: Uh oh.
Who is it?
GIRL: No one.
GUY: Fucking dickhead?
He's not gonna, like, hunt me down or some shit, is he?
No.
We fucking broke up, it's over.
At least I'll be fucking far away
and I won't have to see any of these shitty people again.
Good.
He had a small dick anyways.
GIRL: Shut the fuck up!
I seen the picks on Lou's phone.
Lou!
I'm, fuck!
I have a fucking King Kong dong compared to that guy.
(LAUGHING)
GIRL: Stop it.
No, but for real though,
I always thought you could do better.
Just saying.
LOU: This fucking guy.
GUY: Just saying.
GIRL: Do a freestyle.
GUY: Here we go.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- LOU: Come on! - GUY: I don't know.
- LOU: Come on! Come on! - GIRL: Come on, Josh!
GIRL: Joshie.
(GIGGLING)
Uh. (LAUGHING)
I'm the shit, can't you tell?
My whole team is dressed so well.
LOU: Well?
I'm chilling with Chantal
and I'm with Lou too.
Fuck with her and I'm fucking up you.
Yeah!
Smoking loud shit because that shit help me spit.
Making out this bitch, balling out till we rich.
The city don't sleep, shit, neither do we
and tomorrow best believe that we fucking free.
Woo! (SCREAMING)
LOU: Yeah!
This crusty shit.
Stay away from me with wretched-ass knuckles.
LOU: Fuck you, bitch!
Yeah, fuck you.
(QUIET BEAT MUSIC)
Oh, your mom's home.
LOU: Fuck me.
CHANTAL: Shit.
BOY: Boo!
LOU: Oh, fuck!
I got you.
No you didn't.
Yes I did.
No you didn't.
Holy shit, look at your lip.
Will you lick it?
Did you kill that girl?
Yes I did.
I fucking killed her.
Get out of my fucking way.
(QUIET BEAT MUSIC)
(HUMMING TUNE)
(DOOR CLOSING)
She's fucking napping.
Fucking napping in the middle of the day.
(CHANTAL LAUGHING)
(SNIFFLING)
Oh, fuck me.
(SNIFFLING)
You have so much on your fucking nose.
Did you even get any?
(LAUGHING)
Check this shit out.
Fucking money.
It's all that shit plus your shit.
Plus the shit that Rayna owes us.
We're fucking good to go.
No more scrubbing fucking toilets, bitch.
No more scrubbing fucking cum stains off carpets.
No more bitches like, "Where you from?
"Um, how do you get your hair like that?
"Is that natural?
"Can I feel it?"
Fuck off. (LAUGHING)
"I'm white."
(LAUGHING)
Lift your hair.
LOU: Okay.
(PHONE CHIMING)
Is it who I fucking think it is?
"Why are you ignoring me?
"I wanna see you, I know you miss this dick."
LOU: Why the fuck is he still texting you?
You know how he is.
You gonna text him back?
No.
MOTHER: Lou? (KNOCKING)
Let me in, I need to use the toilet.
LOU: One second.
MOTHER: I know the two of yas are in there.
LOU: Hurry up! (CHANTAL LAUGHING)
Excuse me!
Do you have any idea how loud you're being right now?
CHANTAL: Sorry.
What's that?
Nothing.
Did you get in a fight again?
CHANTAL: No, she just cut herself shaving.
MOTHER: I wanna see your report card.
Did you pass any of your classes?
You see this?
Some people know how to fucking save what they earn.
Oh yeah?
(LAUGHING)
LOU: Hurry up!
MOTHER: Get the fuck off.
(LAUGHING)
Guess your aunt taught you fuck all.
And start paying rent with that money.
(LAUGHING)
We're fucking leaving!
Woo!
(YELLING)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
It was fucking hairy!
Yeah.
I drew like.
(AMBIENT BEAT MUSIC)
JOSH: Fuck this!
(CHEERING)
CHANTAL: What do you got to say to him, Josh?
Fuck you!
I never learned shit in your class.
I fell asleep half the time.
(LAUGHING)
(AMBIENT BEAT MUSIC)
LOU: Get him! Get him!
(CHEERING)
Oh, you better fucking run!
(SOMBER BEAT MUSIC)
♪ I meditate on the end of days ♪
♪ And I get it straight
♪ We renegades tryin' to medicate ♪
Woo!
Yeah, girl!
JOSH: Yeah, yeah.
LOU: Fuck yeah.
(BEAT MUSIC)
(LOU GIGGLING)
♪ What you will lie for
♪ What you'll die for
♪ Think this is the game
♪ I am praying for my ass for
(LAUGHING)
♪ Ain't got no vision
♪ I just stick out like an eyesore ♪
♪ Yeah, I know that there be something ♪
GUY: Woo!
Fucking shake it, honey!
LOU'S GUY: Buddy, what the fuck is up?
GUY: Fuckin' awesome.
What up? What up?
LOU'S GUY: Yeah!
What's up, cuz?
What up?
We cool, brother.
Did you fucking text him?
GUY: Boys, look at this party, man.
- Class, yo. - Hey, fuck face, what's up?
What's up, baby?
What?
Not even a hug?
GUY IN BLACK: She's fucking cold, bro.
Wow.
Seeing you shaking your ass for little Joshie boy, here.
I'll shake my ass for whoever I want.
Whenever I fucking feel like it.
(LOU LAUGHING)
You got that?
Huh?
GUY IN BLACK: Fuck man, I'm down.
Why don't you give us all a little show then? (LAUGHING)
Give us a little show.
So what, y'all fucking now or something?
GUY IN BLACK: No way.
GUY: Well you two can keep fucking.
Me and my girl are gonna go. Is that cool?
- CHANTAL: I'm not your girl. - She's not going with you.
Yeah, she's not even your fucking girl.
You heard her.
No, not really her type.
She doesn't like small dicks.
But pussy?
Yeah, he's your type, Lou,
because you love pussy, don't you?
Yeah, fucking chirp all you want.
At least we're fucking leaving.
Where you guys going?
Oh.
Oh, he doesn't know.
We're leaving tomorrow.
GUY: Okay, well, bye.
Where y'all going?
LOU: Going to New York.
GUY: What?
- GUY: New York? - LOU: Tomorrow!
GUY: Tomorrow?
Yeah.
(LAUGHING)
What the fuck?
JOSH: What's so fucking funny?
LOU'S GUY: Easy, bud.
You know they're not gonna fuck you, right?
(LAUGHING)
CHANTAL: Fuck, let's have a cigarette.
Hey, Josh, man.
I see that nice, shiny new truck you got.
Looks good, man.
Yeah, this is also a nice woman I got here too.
(LAUGHING)
CHANTAL: Such a fucking dick.
LOU: Oh my God, you fucking kill me, Josh.
LOU'S GUY: Kyle!
CHANTAL: Kyle!
Put me down!
Yo, fuck!
GUY IN BLACK: Easy, easy, easy.
- JOSH: Yo, stop! - CHANTAL: Fucking asshole!
CHANTAL: Put me down!
Kyle!
CHANTAL: Put me down.
LOU: What the fuck are you doing?!
CHANTAL: What the fuck?!
LOU: Can't just fucking pick people up
when you fucking want!
She's gonna be fucking fine.
GUY IN BLACK: Just take it easy, bro.
They're just talking, look.
Why'd you fucking text him, huh?
Hey.
Let's go to my car.
(GIGGLING)
(SOMBER RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
GUY IN BLACK: Pussy-whipped, dog.
What's up with that?
I got into a fight.
I know.
I just mean, like,
what's up with being angry all the time, you know?
You're fucking angry.
You're pretty fucking angry.
(LAUGHING)
So?
That's not you.
You're a sweetie, I can tell.
Life's good, man.
Relax a little.
Hmmmm.
Gotta be more chill.
Yeah, yeah.
Like you.
Yeah.
Like you.
You should tell that to your cousin.
Hey, hey, Kyle's just like that, you know.
A fucking psycho.
No, he's not a fucking psycho, okay?
(LOU CHUCKLING)
Nah, come on.
He gets territorial and shit, okay?
It's in our blood.
It's in your blood?
Yeah.
I can get like that sometimes too, you know.
Really?
Come here.
(HUFFING)
(LAUGHING)
Fucking.
I guess it's stuck.
(LAUGHING)
Do you have a condom?
No.
I'll just pull out.
Hey, I'll just pull out.
Aren't most girls on the pill these days?
I'm not.
(HUFFING)
Fuck.
What's the matter?
Do you have like whiskey dick of something?
I don't know.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
This has literally never happened to me before, so.
Really?
Yeah, I'm usually rock hard with a girl.
(CHUCKLING)
I don't know.
Maybe it does fucking bother me.
What does?
That.
(LAUGHING)
I'm not trying to date you, I'm trying to fuck you.
Don't, don't, don't, don't say that.
Why're you saying that?
Oh my God, you are so fucking precious, dude.
Really?
You get me all worked up and you can't even get me off?
See how fucking wet you make me?
No, you know what, Kyle's right, you are fucked.
Get the fuck out.
(LOU LAUGHING)
Get the fuck out of my car!
(LOU CHUCKLING)
Okay.
Yeah, go.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Fuck you, you stupid fuck!
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(DISTANT TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(TRAFFIC COMMOTION)
(PHONE CLICKING)
(FACTORY COMMOTION)
(SOFT RADIO MUSIC)
(KNOCKING)
Want your wages?
LOU: Yeah.
Right here.
Take Chantal's too.
Hey, before you go,
I need you to do a quick clean 121.
I quit though.
Don't give me that.
You girls are leaving me high and dry.
Hey.
Don't forget to visit.
Ha.
(PHONE CHIMING)
(VACUUM BUZZING)
Yo!
You fucking bitch.
Thanks for ditching me last night.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Why don't you answer my texts?
(SHOWER WATER TRICKLING)
What're you doing?
What's wrong?
There's sand in me.
What?
There's sand in me.
Get it out of me!
(WATER TRICKLING)
Crouch down, crouch down.
(WATER TRICKLING)
I know you wanna say it, so just say it.
You know I got nothing to say to you.
I just wanna know what happened.
I don't remember.
You don't remember or you don't wanna tell me?
I don't remember.
I just woke up and everybody's fucking gone.
I don't think you should've told him we're leaving.
LOU: He got mad?
Kind of.
We don't gotta leave right away if you need more time.
I wanna get the fuck out of here.
Yeah, okay.
(PHONE DIAL TONE BUZZING)
JOSH VOICEMAIL: This is Josh, leave a message.
(PHONE DIAL TONE BUZZING)
JOSH ON PHONE: Hey.
Hey, I've been fucking calling and texting you.
JOSH ON PHONE: Yeah, I mean, I just had some shit
I had to deal with.
We're still going today, right?
JOSH ON PHONE: Uh.
I gotta check something out on my truck.
Something's busted, I don't know.
You just got it.
JOSH ON PHONE: I don't know.
Shit happens.
LOU: Okay, so, can we go tomorrow?
JOSH ON PHONE: Uh.
Yeah, tomorrow's good.
You're gonna pick us up though, right?
JOSH ON PHONE: Yeah.
At the motel?
JOSH ON PHONE: Yeah.
Okay, I'll text you.
JOSH ON PHONE: Okay, bye.
(TRAFFIC COMMOTION)
(RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
Come on, Jesse, give me back my shirt.
JESSE: Why?
Cause it's my fucking shirt, give it back!
I don't want to.
(MUSIC MUTING)
Seriously, what the fuck?!
Give me back my fucking shirt!
Are you...
Oh my fucking God, Jesse.
What are you doing?
I told you to fucking put the cap back on this thing.
You never use it.
Doesn't matter if I don't fucking use it.
Look at it.
There's a fucking hair on it.
Oh my God, this is my shit!
Take off the shirt!
Fine.
Take your shirt, bitch.
God.
Where are you going?
I'm going to New York.
JESSE: That's really far.
Yeah.
JESSE: Will you come back?
No.
(BAG RUSTLING)
Can I come wit you? I wanna go with you.
Please?
Looks good.
♪ Your hand
♪ Will take you home
JESSE: Is this mom's?
Probably.
JESSE: It's really ugly.
It is.
JESSE: Oh.
LOU: Right.
Yes.
Yes!
Don't I look pretty?
JESSE: Yes you do.
Pretty little girl.
Oh.
LOU: You work it.
Oh, I like this.
Oh wow, this is really good.
(LOU MUMBLING)
(LAUGHING)
(UPBEAT RADIO MUSIC)
LOU: Stop it, Jesse.
Music's good, you should dance.
No.
(UPBEAT RADIO MUSIC)
(LOU LAUGHING)
What the fuck are you doing?
No.
What, you think I can fucking vogue?
Yeah.
(LAUGHING)
(UPBEAT RADIO MUSIC)
LOU: Woo!
Oh, kill 'em.
Kill 'em.
JESSE: Mom, watch this.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Turn the music off.
Why?
I said turn it off.
(MUSIC MUTING)
Come here.
Come here!
Trying to turn him into a goddamn faggot now?
LOU: What?
MOTHER: Wash that shit off your face, all of it!
Mom, it's fucking makeup, relax!
(WATER TRICKLING)
Jesse?
(PHONE CHIMING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
ERIC: What the fuck do you want?
CHANTAL: Is Kyle here?
ERIC: No.
CHANTAL: I need to talk to Kyle, come on, Eric.
ERIC: Yeah, well, he's not fucking here.
I know he's fucking here, Eric!
That's a great fucking story but he's not.
This has nothing to do with you though!
I told you he's not here.
LOU: Chantal?
His car's right fucking there!
You need to go.
You're fucking lying!
LOU: Chantal?
ERIC: Are you deaf?!
Hey!
Come on.
No, no, no, let's go, come on.
Come on.
ERIC: I'm fucking serious.
Yeah.
(TRAFFIC COMMOTION)
CHANTAL: He blocked me on everything.
He's afraid.
That's why.
(RAIN HITTING WINDOW)
I feel like I can't breathe.
I know, me too.
We're getting out.
Tomorrow, we're gone.
(WIND CHIMES RINGING)
(RADIO ROCK MUSIC)
(MAN CHATTERING)
JESSE: Yeah, is that where it goes?
MAN: You want that to be in the center.
(MAN MUMBLING)
(GUN POPPING)
JESSE: Whoa.
All right, there you go.
LOU: You wanna tell me why
that fuck-o's on our front lawn?
- Don't start. - What the fuck are you doing?
Are you making yourself all fucking pretty for him?
What do you care?
LOU: Are you fucking kidding me?
What do you care?
You're leaving anyways, right?
LOU: Are you fucking him again?
MOTHER: Oh my God.
Mom, he's not good for you.
He's not fucking good for Jesse.
- LOU: No, no, no, no. - MOTHER: You're my child.
MOTHER: You don't get to tell me what's good for me
and I'm telling you that everything is fine.
- It's different now. - How is it fucking different?
- MOTHER: He's clean. - LOU: Is he?
MOTHER: I'm clean, we have God in out lives.
What?
Fucking God.
- Not God... - I'm not doing this with you.
I'm just not doing this with you.
Mom, mom, he is half your fucking age.
MOTHER: No he's not.
Yes he is half your fucking age.
He could be my fucking brother.
MOTHER: Now you're just being crazy.
Am I being crazy?
MOTHER: Yeah, you're being crazy.
You're being absolutely crazy.
Do you even know how old he is?
Huh?
I don't know, like 33.
Not quite.
MOTHER: Ugh.
Don't listen to her, she's just being a brat.
It's okay.
I...
I probably deserve it.
Well, I just came here to get my shit and leave, so,
have a nice fucking life.
(BAG RUSTLING)
MAN: Hey, baby.
(RADIO ROCK MUSIC)
(GUN POPPING)
Is the load too big?
Is it a big load?
(LAUGHING)
Yeah!
(SIGHING)
Bye!
Won't fucking miss ya.
(SOMBER BEAT MUSIC)
(TRAFFIC COMMOTION)
(PHONE DIAL TONE BUZZING)
JOSH VOICEMAIL: Hey, it's Josh, leave a message.
Hey, we've been fucking waiting here for you!
I've called you like 20 times!
Maybe you went to my fucking house.
Call me back!
When's the last time you talked to him?
Yesterday.
Shit.
What?!
(TRAFFIC WHOOSHING)
Hey, look.
♪ Beat don't stop till someone gets shot ♪
♪ We don't talk
♪ Living my life so fucked a lot ♪
♪ Momma say I'm reckless, peep the necklace ♪
Yeah, whoa!
My man! My man!
Yeah.
All right,
get that shit.
Yo, yo, hold up.
Fuck y'all.
Fuck you.
(CHANTAL CRYING)
(GROANING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(MUFFLED BEAT MUSIC)
(GROANING)
♪ Save me now
(INTENSE ROCK MUSIC)
(GUYS CHEERING)
LOU: Hey, Josh!
Hey, are you fucking serious?
I like your new friends.
I don't want any drama, okay?
Oh, you don't want any fucking drama?
What do you think, you fucking piece of shit?!
Hey!
KYLE: Oh, shit.
CHANTAL: Kyle!
You're a phony-ass little fuck, aren't you?!
CHANTAL: Kyle!
Are you fucking kidding me?
It's fallen in, man, you missed.
What, you're just gonna pretend like I'm not here?
Like I don't fucking exist?
Like I'm not fucking standing right next to you?
So fucking clingy, bro.
What the fuck is this?
Look at me.
MIKE: Nice shot, bro, nice shot.
Thanks, dog.
Look at me!
KYLE: Fuck this.
Kyle!
All right, guess the game's over.
Where the fuck are you going, huh?
Get the fuck out...
Huh, are you trying to run away?
KYLE: Get the fuck out of my face.
- Are you a fucking coward? - KYLE: Back the fuck up.
LOU: Are you a fucking coward?!
KYLE: You gonna kiss me too?
Huh?
You fucking sick fuck!
MIKE: Oh, fuck!
Don't fucking touch me!
Don't touch me, you fucking dyke!
(YELLING)
WOMAN: Stop!
(SCREAMING)
What is this, man?
KYLE: Fuck you, man.
BARTENDER: Get the fuck out, let's go!
Get the fuck out of here!
Get out!
Let's go!
Out the door!
Cunts!
(INTENSE ROCK MUSIC)
MIKE: Let's get the party going.
JOSH: Shots!
Shots, let do one.
All right, all right.
Hang on.
Come on, man, fuck you.
Dude.
Close, close, close, close.
Teach you kids a lesson now.
(HUFFING)
Lou?
What're you doing?
Lou, what're you doing?
(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Lou!
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Lou!
(CAR ALARM HONKING)
Stop!
Come on!
(CAR ALARM HONKING)
(GAGGING)
(COUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
LOU: Fuck you.
You fucked up his car.
(LAUGHING)
You fucked it up real bad.
(LOU MUMBLING) (LAUGHING)
Come here.
Ew, ew, ew, ew.
(LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Give me all your lunch money, bitch.
(PHEWING)
(LAUGHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(EERIE MUSIC)
(WATER TRICKLING)
Don't!
(LAUGHING)
Come at my pussy!
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
Don't you fucking!
(YELLING)
(EERIE MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(MUFFLED TALKING)
RAYNA: I'm coming up to the door, okay?
Yep, they're here.
Yep, I know.
Both of yous up, now!
Get up!
What the fuck are you doing?
Get out right now!
CHANTAL: You can't just fucking barge in here.
Yeah, I'm sending her home.
Stay right here.
Lou?
Where are you going?
RAYNA: I gotta talk to you right now.
CHANTAL: What the fuck?
I like I don't even have enough shit to deal with,
I wake up this morning to two fucking cops at my door!
LOU: Oh my God!
Do you think you could just drive through town
smashing shit up and nobody was gonna notice?
He fucking deserved it.
You're like a fucking two year old.
You think every time a boy goes off on you,
you get to just fuck around with him?
Yeah, I fucking do.
They're gonna charge you and you're gonna end up
with a fucking criminal record!
That's if you don't end up in fucking jail!
Yeah, now she figures it out.
You really made a big fucking mess this time.
Now I'm cleaning it up.
This isn't coming out of my ass.
Where's that money you were flashing?
I'm gonna take it down to Kyle's house
and I'm gonna apologize to those people for what you did!
I am not giving you anything.
Give it!
- LOU: No, I'm not! - MOM: Tell me where it is!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Listen to your mom.
You want this to be an out of court thing, trust me.
Who the fuck asked you?
Give me the money, Lou, now!
LOU: No!
Well, if you're not gonna tell me,
I'm gonna look for it myself.
LOU: Go ahead.
Give me the backpack.
LOU: No.
I said give me your back pack!
- JOHNNY: Calm down! - LOU: No!
Mom! Mom!
Mom, no!
No! No! No!
JOHNNY: Relax.
Let go of it.
Let go of it!
Mom!
Mom, come on.
Mom?
JOHNNY: Calm down.
Come on, please?
Mom, give me my money back, come on.
I worked so hard for that money.
Mom?
Mom, please.
Please.
Mom, Mom, Mom!
Please! Please! Please!
MOTHER: I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby.
Mom?
Mom!
Let go of me!
JESSE: Let go of her!
Mom!
(CRYING)
No, mom!
(SOBBING)
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(DISTANT TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(PHONE DIAL TONE BUZZING)
(DISTANT TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(MUFFLED TRAFFIC COMMOTION)
(JOHNNY MOANING)
(JOHNNY HUFFING)
(KNOCKING)
(JOHNNY MOANING)
Hey.
So what's going on?
I've been calling and texting you.
CHANTAL: My phone ran out of minutes.
Leanne took all my money to pay off Kyle.
I know.
What?
Your mom told Rayna.
They took all my money too.
What? Why'd you let her do that?
You think I had a fucking choice?
Yes you fucking did, she's not your mom...
I'm not fucking going to jail, Lou!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
You shouldn't have told him,
we shouldn't have fucking gone out that night.
None of this would've happened.
So this is my fault?
It wasn't worth it.
So no matter how bad it gets,
you're just gonna let them get away with it?
What the fuck do you want me to do?
That's just the way things are, Lou.
How do you not fucking understand that?
He's always gonna get away with it.
I will find a way to make that money back.
How?
By scrubbing fucking toilets for another year?
JOHNNY: You guys got a light by chance?
Oh, fuck me.
I'm just in the middle of something right now.
Looks pretty serious.
No, can you leave though?
We're having a private fucking conversation.
Yeah, I don't think we've met.
John.
CHANTAL: Chantal.
Okay, Johnny, here's your fucking lighter.
Now go.
Heard you guys went on a bit of a bender the other night.
Didn't I tell you to stay out of it?
Think he broke your heart, eh?
You don't know shit.
(JOHNNY CHUCKLING)
JOHNNY: Trust me, I seen the kid.
I know his type.
What's that?
Well, he didn't treat you too good.
Probably thought that he cared about you.
(GUN CLICKING)
You thought he'd change.
He never did.
Only got worse.
Am I getting warmer?
Okay.
If you won't leave then we will.
- Come on, Chantal. - Why do you have a gun?
It's a BB gun.
You ever fired one?
You wanna?
No.
Come on.
CHANTAL: Okay.
All right, cool, I'll show you.
Stand right here.
Promise you won't shoot me?
No.
Well, I'll risk it.
Just grab this.
Don't put your finger on the trigger just yet, all right.
Lift it like that.
You're gonna aim at the can right there.
Okay, you see this thing right here?
All right, you want it to line up
with that spike at the end there, okay?
You gotta keep your sights aimed at the target.
All right, good.
Now I'm turning the safety off.
Keep it steady.
Okay, very steady.
Don't worry, okay, because I'm right behind you.
Okay now take your finger there,
you're gonna press down with
a very slow and steady pressure.
(GUNSHOT POPPING)
All right, there you go.
Felt good, right?
Did I say you could have guests over to my house?
LOU: We were just leaving, actually.
Hey, baby, you got some meats?
What the fuck are you doing
showing the girls a gun for anyways?
JOHNNY: We were just playing.
LOU: Chantal.
LEANNE: Where the fuck are you going?!
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(MUFFLED COMMOTION)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Letting him drive the car now?
He needs to go to work, Lou.
I don't want that girl coming over here anymore.
What the fuck do you mean, "that girl?"
LEANNE: You know who I'm talking about.
You know her name.
(SIGHING)
There are lots of bad people in this world, sweetheart.
You better get used to it.
(LEANNE WHISPERING)
Don't worry, you're not hurting my feelings.
I've been turned down before.
Come on, let's get your haircut, okay?
Do you want a chocolate bar?
How about an ice cream cone?
You drive a hard bargain there, kid.
Come on.
Don't tell your mom.
All the girls will be all over you if you get your hair cut.
Come on, get in the chair.
LEANNE: Jesse, we don't have time for this.
Get in the chair, son.
BARBER: Come on, Jesse.
I don't want to.
LEANNE: Jesse, come on, you're getting your hair cut.
He says he doesn't want to get his hair cut.
LEANNE: Enough, Lou.
Jesse, get in the chair.
No.
Hey, bud?
You see this?
All right, it's just hair, man, okay?
It means nothing.
You still nervous?
Okay, I'll tell you what.
Watch me over here, okay?
See this bad boy?
(RAVER BUZZING)
(LAUGHING)
LEANNE: Oh my God!
Oh my God!
(LAUGHING)
See?
Still sexy.
(LEANNE LAUGHING)
(RAZOR BUZZING)
BARBER: You'll be looking great in no time.
(RAZOR BUZZING)
(PLEASANT MUSIC)
♪ Jesus, keep me near the cross ♪
♪ There, a precious fountain
♪ Free to all, a healing stream ♪
♪ Flows from Calvary's Mountain ♪
♪ In the cross, in the cross
♪ Be my glory ever
(WATER SLOSHING)
Jesse, the Lord is so happy.
So, so happy, come.
The Lord is gonna take care of you, Jesse.
Plug your nose.
Jesse.
Upon your profession faith
and your obedience to God's word,
we baptize you in the name of our Lord, Jesus,
for the forgiveness of all your sins.
(WATER SLOSHING)
Amen.
(SNIFFLING)
Johnathon.
It's so good to see you here.
Upon your profession of faith
and your obedience to God's word,
we no baptize you in the name of Jesus Christ
for the forgiveness of all your sins.
(WATER SPLASHING)
Amen.
(CICADAS BUZZING)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(TRAFFIC COMMOTION)
CHANTAL: Stop!
You stupid fucker!
Get away from me.
(MUFFLED LAUGHING)
Get away from me.
Hey!
Get the fuck away from my truck.
Sorry.
I thought I heard your voice.
I just found us a way out.
(GIGGLING)
(TELEVISION CARTOON COMMOTION)
Don't move.
(EXHALING)
Feel good?
Yeah.
Does it kinda feel like this?
(LAUGHING)
Everywhere?
(LAUGHING)
Feels good, right?
Lou?
Have some.
No, I'm good.
CHANTAL: Have some.
MAN IN WHITE: Yeah, come on.
There you go.
She tells me you girls wanna get out of this place.
That was the plan.
MAN IN WHITE: Was?
CHANTAL: Shit got fucked up.
MAN IN CAMO: Why?
Well, I mean, we've got room in the truck
if you wanna roll with us.
Where are you going?
MAN IN WHITE: Out west.
It's where they say all the jobs are.
Plus, there's the mountains.
CHANTAL: I've never seen mountain in real life.
They're real pretty.
Right, man?
How old are you guys?
CHANTAL: 25.
(LAUGHING)
MAN IN CAMO: Jailbait.
MAN IN WHITE: Nah, you girls are cool, right?
You play nice?
Sometimes?
MAN IN CAMO: Yo.
Huh?
MAN IN CAMO: You wanna get on this?
MAN IN WHITE: What? (VIDEO GAME COMMOTION)
What's wrong?
Since when do you wanna go out west?
I don't.
(VIDEO GAME COMMOTION)
I just can't stay here anymore.
You wanna get out, don't you?
Yeah.
(MAN IN WHITE LAUGHING)
MAN IN WHITE: Coming around the corner, man.
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
CHANTAL: Stay out there.
MAN IN WHITE: Why?
CHANTAL: Because.
MAN IN WHITE: Come on.
CHANTAL: I dunno.
MAN IN WHITE: Chantal,
I know you're a good girl.
I just wanna lay with you, that's it.
(CHANTAL CHUCKLING)
Listen,
we don't gotta do nothing you don't wanna do.
I promise.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(MUFFLED BEAT MUSIC)
(SOFT RADIO MUSIC)
(COUGHING)
(KNOCKING)
Hi.
Are you Lou?
LOU: Yeah.
Come on in.
GIRL: Mommy?
(MOMMY SHUSHING)
You're all right, you're all right.
GIRL: Mommy.
MOMMY: Come on in.
GIRL: Mommy.
MOMMY: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
GIRL: Mommy.
So we're just gonna go to the back.
GIRL: Mommy.
Just right down the hall there.
Just the room at the very, very end.
(GIRL CRYING) I'm just dealing with some shit right now.
I'll be with you in a second.
GIRL: Mommy! (CRYING)
Mommy!
(GIRL CRYING)
You have really pretty hair.
LOU: Thanks.
I bet people tell you that all the time.
Did you bring ID with you?
Yeah.
Is this real?
Yeah.
Okay.
Are you good?
Yeah.
Okay.
Sit on the bed.
(SIGHING)
(SOFT RADIO MUSIC)
♪ If I could be
♪ In the land of the holy
♪ I just wanna hold you
CHANTAL RECORDING: Are you posting this?
Yes, of course I'm fucking posting this.
(LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
When we get out,
I'm gonna fucking wear my hair however I want.
I'm gonna paint my nails
all the wrong colors.
LOU RECORDING: Yeah.
CHANTAL RECORDING: Gonna let my titties hang out.
You hear that fucking shit?
(EERIE MUSIC)
Be far away.
Far, far, far
away.
(LOU LAUGHING IN RECORDING)
Bye.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CHANTAL LAUGHING)
TRAVIS: Now it's fucking your turn.
(CHANTAL LAUGHING)
MAN IN CAMO: Hey, big red's here.
Big red's here.
(LAUGHING)
Lou!
Hey, come on.
Hey, Lou!
How's it going?
Hey, Lou.
What's up, girl?
Don't fucking touch me!
What's wrong, Lou?
LOU: What the fuck you guys doing in my back yard?
What're we doing?
Johnny boy's what we're doing.
(LAUGHING)
They said they were gonna go pick up their friend Johnny,
I said, "Fuck off, I know him!"
MAN IN CAMO: We were at Gagetown together.
Years and years ago.
Johnny's drinking again, eh?
We're just having a good time, Lou.
Let me get you a beer.
No, I don't want a fucking beer, man.
(SOFT RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
Your friend knows how to get fucked.
MAN IN CAMO: Cheers, guys.
To getting the fuck out of this shithole
and going back west.
TRAVIS: To new beginnings!
New beginnings.
Yeah, yeah.
Making money.
(LAUGHING)
Cheers to you, Johnny boy.
TRAVIS: Johnny boy!
My dog, man!
Come on, Lou!
We're fucking leaving.
We're leaving.
I don't know about you two.
What the fuck are you talking about?
MAN IN CAMO: You got gas money?
I'm not fucking giving you any gas money.
TRAVIS: Hey, hey.
Wait.
TRAVIS: Okay, seriously?
MAN IN CAMO: Come on.
Let's hit the fucking road, let's go.
Just wait a second.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm not going with them.
CHANTAL: Why not?
We don't need them.
Yes we do.
No we don't.
Yes we do.
No, fuck them.
CHANTAL: Lou, I can't fucking stay here anymore.
TRAVIS: Chantal's cool.
CHANTAL: Don't you fucking get that?
TRAVIS: She's cool.
You know what?
So you're just gonna let yourself be passed around.
Again?
By some fucked up dudes, huh?
MAN IN CAMO: Stop fucking whispering over there.
Girls are always fucking whispering and it's fucking rude.
You have no idea what it's fucking like for me, Lou.
You have no fucking clue.
Don't even fucking worry about her.
She's just in a mood.
I'm sick of these little girls and their problems, man.
They're fucking drama.
I know but calm down.
She's the problem.
She's cool.
CHANTAL: Travis, you promised.
I know.
She's cool though, Shane.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
You guys are tough girls, huh?
I'll tell you what.
Y'all can come with.
But you gotta do something first.
CHANTAL: What?
Seven seconds in Heaven.
TRAVIS: You serious?
I'm not fucking making out with her.
(LAUGHING)
That's unfortunate.
There's a whole big plane.
Making out, that's some tame ass shit.
(TRAVIS LAUGHING)
TRAVIS: You going for it, Shane?
Come on. (TRAVIS LAUGHING)
Come on.
TRAVIS: Yo man, get the riffle.
Ever seen one of these before, Lou?
Hold that, Lou.
Thanks.
Now what you're gonna do is,
(GUN CLICKING) you're gonna put this in your mouth,
loaded, for seven seconds.
I'm not fucking putting that in my mouth.
(SCOFFING)
SHANE: What about you?
Hey, Shane, come on man.
TRAVIS: Johnny, stay out of this.
SHANE: Trust me, Johnny.
Shit gets tons of hits, bro.
Come on.
I'll do it.
Chantal.
But he's gotta hold the gun.
SHANE: Who, Johnny?
Ready to fucking do this, bro?
SHANE: Johnny, get over here.
I don't know about this.
SHANE: Johnny, get over here!
TRAVIS: Get the fuck over there, man!
Take the gun, John.
Take the fucking gun.
Put the barrel in her mouth.
LOU: Stop it.
SHANE: But the barrel...
Stop it!
Johnny, stop it!
TRAVIS: Shane, hold her back.
LOU: This is so fucking stupid!
SHANE: Get the fuck back!
LOU: Johnny!
Put the gun in her mouth, Johnny.
Don't be a fucking pussy.
TRAVIS: Shane, you got your camera?
LOU: Chantal!
TRAVIS: Cock that shit, Johnny!
(GUN CLICKING)
(SOFT RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
(TRAVIS LAUGHING)
Shit.
Oh, shit.
SHANE: Fuck me.
TRAVIS: One.
Two.
SHANE AND TRAVIS: Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
(TRAVIS LAUGHING)
TRAVIS: Holy shit!
SHANE: Shit was legend, dude.
TRAVIS: Johnny, you're a fucking legend, man!
Oh, by the power of click.
Fuck.
Can't believe people pull that shit off.
(TRAVIS MUMBLING)
Here's your fucking gas money.
TRAVIS: Wanna pop one?
SHANE: Get it, get it.
TRAVIS: All right, I'm recording. Go.
- SHANE: Ready? - TRAVIS: Yeah.
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
(TRAVIS LAUGHING)
That was crazy.
SHANE: You gotta help me with this right now.
(DOOR THUDDING)
(CRYING)
(SNIFFLING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(FOOTSTEPS THUMPING)
Lou?
LOU: Go away.
(LOU SNIFFLING)
I didn't wanna do that thing.
You know, with the,
with your friend and the gun.
Why did you then?
I don't know.
I don't know why I do things sometimes.
So you're just gonna fuck my mom and leave?
No.
I didn't know those guys were coming.
I don't wanna go with them.
I'm not like that anymore.
I'm trying to,
I'm really trying to do good things.
It's so hard, you know?
I'm pretty fucked up.
(SNIFFLING)
Don't.
Don't do that.
What're you doing?
(JOHNNY MOANING)
(HUFFING)
(LOU MOANING)
(HUFFING)
(LOU MOANING)
Oh, fuck.
(MOANING)
(SIGHING)
(DOOR THUDDING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(TRAFFIC WHOOSHING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CICADAS BUZZING)
(WATER BUBBLING)
Lou.
Lou!
Get the fuck up.
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
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