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[car door slamming]
Sir.
[knocking]
Sorry.
[car door slamming]
[trunk slamming]
CAB DRIVER: Oi, you have to pay.
Oh, shit.
Sorry.
How much is it?
TAXI DRIVER: $52.
It's $50?
CAB DRIVER: $52.
Wow.
OK.
All right.
Keep the change, I guess.
Hey, man.
Kind of a shot in the dark, but do you have any weed?
[music playing]
[dinging]
[knocking on door]
[door handle turning]
Holy shit, you done got big.
Come on. It's cold.
Shit.
[door shutting]
Wow.
You look just like your dad, man.
It's just freaky.
Come on around here and sit.
No, no, no.
That's my station.
This is my chair here.
Right here.
Would you like some coffee or cereal or--
No, I'm OK.
Thanks.
OK.
Yeah.
That looks new.
Oh.
Yeah.
Does your mom know you got that?
Yeah, my mom actually got it with me.
She convinced us both to do it.
Oh, wow.
What?
CAL: Nothing.
So, how you been?
NICK: Great.
Great.
I've been really great.
I mean, not great, you know.
Everything with my mom.
But, um, where am I staying?
What's that?
Oh, you don't want to go up there.
All right.
What you think?
You like?
Yeah, it's cool.
Thanks.
Yeah.
OK, the bathroom's down there, all right?
I have a weight room just in case you want to workout.
The TV's downstairs and my bedroom's
right across the hall, all right?
You hungry?
No, I'm good.
CAL: OK, cool.
Oh, and about school.
I already signed you up.
All you have to do is go down, so you don't have
to worry about no orientation.
All you have to do is show up like you've
been going for a year.
All right.
All right?
Going to bed?
Um, yeah.
I think I'm going to go to bed.
All right.
You don't want me to read you no bed time stories
or nothing like that, right? - No, I don't.
Thanks. - OK, cool.
All right.
Enjoy your night.
Yeah, you too.
All right.
Goodnight.
You good?
Yeah, just was saying goodnight.
OK. OK.
All right.
[banging]
[door shutting]
[sigh]
[door squealing]
[door shutting]
[distant chatter]
[cheering]
[screaming]
[distant chatter]
All right.
All right, fuck me.
Come up here.
Chill out.
Chill out, dog.
You bitch ass.
[door squealing]
[door shutting]
[imitating trumpet]
(WHISPERING) Fuck.
[train squealing]
[knocking on door]
[buzz]
[chatter]
So, you go to this school?
Uh, no.
I mean, yeah, I guess I am for a little bit.
I'm coming from Detroit, so I'm just here for a few weeks.
OK.
- You going to the sixth floor? - Mhm.
You?
[sigh] I guess so.
It was nice to meet you.
- Yeah, you too. - Good luck.
Thanks.
[chatter]
Hey, you in Algebra II?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Where is it? I don't get the schedule at all.
Yeah, the schedule fucking sucks.
It's this way.
OK.
[chatter]
[knocking]
TEACHER: Quiet, everybody.
All right.
Pass your homework up.
Russell, hat off.
Yeah.
TEACHER: Wake up.
Come on.
Pass it up front.
Thank you.
It's Nick, right?
Yeah.
TEACHER: One second.
Here you go.
OK.
Thanks.
MS. PETERSON: Come see me if you have any questions.
OK.
MS. PETERSON: All right.
Russell, did you do the work?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ms. Peterson.
MS. PETERSON: You're killing me.
I'm sorry.
MS. PETERSON: I don't want to hear it.
All right.
Um, everybody, we have a new student.
Nick, why don't you stand up?
Oh, no. It's OK.
MS. PETERSON: Oh, no, really.
I insist.
Why don't you introduce yourself?
Uh, well, you already called me Nick,
so they kind of already know what they need to know.
But in case you're hard of hearing, I'm Nick.
[laughter]
When someone talks to me like that,
what am I supposed to do, let that happen?
You've got to fucking think--
I'm going to get up in their motherfucking grill, yo.
I'm not that kind of person.
You can't be getting up in motherfuckers' grills
all the time, right?
You think stuff through.
Motherfuckers can't think that they can get up in my grill--
[interposing voices]
Yo, [inaudible]
(WHISPERING) What?
(WHISPERING) Do you smell that?
SEAMUS: You getting high?
Yo, sick.
What up, man?
I'm Seamus.
This is Russell.
RUSSELL: Yeah.
What's up, [inaudible] - What's up?
Russell, man.
Yo, that shit was so funny earlier.
I was fucking dying laughing.
Yeah.
She always does that stand up in front of the class bullshit.
It's the worst.
You have no idea about how bad I want to hate fuck that angel.
I was a dick.
No, yeah.
We were all fucking dying. It was hilarious.
Don't let that shit burn out.
Look at this contraption you got,
man, with the car freshener.
Man, this is intricate, dude.
RUSSELL: Did you make this? - Yeah.
RUSSELL: It's tight. - Can you hold that?
No.
Why do you always think I'm just going to hold your shit?
Can you please just fucking-- I would hold it for you.
Fine, I'll hold it. I'll hold it.
- Thank you. - Just ask me next time, man.
[bell ringing] SEAMUS: Fuck.
I've got to get to French.
Are you free right now?
Uh, I mean, I think so.
I have no idea.
I don't get my schedule at all, but.
Wait, you take French? Why?
That's hard as fuck, right? - Yeah, man.
It's super fucking hard.
I'm failing the fuck out.
But I want to learn so bad and just speak it all the time,
order crepes in French and shit.
I mean, that sounds--
yo, what the fuck?
I didn't get a hit.
I'll give you one, motherfucker.
Relax.
He's a fucking lunatic. Watch out.
It's true.
SEAMUS: Let me see your schedule.
Oh.
[paper rustling]
It's like hieroglyphics.
Dude, you have English right now.
Are you serious?
Yeah, but you're good.
She's super cool about that kind of thing.
She's a huge donor.
We see her asleep in class literally all the time.
Really?
That's really funny.
SEAMUS: Yeah.
She's fucking brain dead.
Hey, what are you doing Friday?
Nothing.
I'm bored as fuck.
Well, yo, I mean, if you're not doing anything,
you should come check on this party at the [inaudible]
It's going to be-- - Yeah.
Yo, it's like the nicest hotel in the city.
You got to be there.
Can you not see that I'm in the middle of a
goddamn motherfucking sentence?
Can you not wait a second.
Yo, my-- my fault. My fault.
Jesus Christ.
So, as I was fucking saying, this chick's parents
are really loaded.
She lives here year round, throws these huge parties.
I mean, it's going to be nuts.
It's going to be really fun.
You want to come?
Yeah, that's-- yeah, that sounds really fun.
You sure it's cool for me to go?
SEAMUS: Bro, 1,000%.
Yeah.
Yo, is Hymen going to be there?
He calls my girlfriend Hymen.
Her name's Eliza.
There's literally no connection.
He just likes saying hymen. It's weird as fuck.
No, but seriously, is she going to be there?
Yeah. I mean, she's coming.
Fuck.
Yo, you never pay attention to me when she's there.
Yo, I swear to God, it's like his fucking balls just
evaporate whenever she's around.
Yo, your name's Nick, right?
- Yeah. - All right.
Nick, well, hit me up on Facebook.
I'll give you the deets, all right?
My last name's [inaudible] because I'm
a fucking leprechaun.
So just look that up and you can stalk me or whatever.
- All right. - All right.
Yo, I'll see you Friday, huh? - All right.
Yeah.
OK, cool.
Peace out, nigga.
Nice to meet you guys.
You want this?
Um, yeah.
SEAMUS: You got your car freshener?
[laughter] Yo, it's great to meet you.
All right, dude.
Nice to meet you, man.
RUSSELL: See you.
Cool.
[clapping]
[tv show playing]
[laughter]
[muffled chatter]
MAN (ON TV): Am I-- am I-- am I fucking crazy?
Am I stupid?
CAL: Oh.
I didn't know you was up.
It's, like, 8:30.
MAN (ON TV): It's like, all right, you know--
Yeah, my bad.
NICK: No, it's fine.
MAN (ON TV): --certain sound and get a certain touch for it just
to be kind of fucking shitted on by this fucking
[imitating drumming].
It's fucking loud as shit, man.
It sounds awful.
It's loud as shit.
I don't want to have to go in there
and now play some fucking Fender Rhodes electric bullshit just
to kind of compensate.
It's an acoustic piano, right?
MAN (ON TV): Yeah.
MAN (ON TV): Right.
So, just turn all the other shit down so that you can--
you can just hear it and you can hear the keys as they are.
To me, it's fucking beautiful.
Can we turn that--
can we turn that camera off?
Can we turn the camera off?
Otherwise, I will smash it to the ground.
Do you--
CAL: Hey, Ernest.
That's Mike's son, Nick.
Nick, that's Ernest.
Sick.
Ernest, like the author.
Oh, cool.
You know, in college, they would call me Hemingway,
like the author, like the brilliant one.
You know what I'm saying?
Like, I don't know if I'm a genius or not,
but he was, so does that make me one?
But, you know, people are going to do what they're going to do.
Names are names are names, right?
Right.
You know, people say I'm ahead of my time.
I feel like I am my time, if you know what I mean.
I mean, yeah.
Yeah, um, he's doing a documentary,
and I put together some footage from the studio to show him.
Oh, cool.
ERNEST: Your dad was a fucking legend, man.
Amazing.
Yeah.
Yeah, he's the best.
Yeah.
Ernest, um, I'm going to go ahead and wrap it up, man.
What?
Yeah, I'm getting tired.
I mean, you said you had so much to show me.
It's still pretty early.
Ernest, the night's not young anymore.
OK.
Wait, but don't--
I mean, don't let me fuck up your guys' hang.
CAL: No.
No, no, no.
You're not fucking nothing up.
It's--
I can go back upstairs.
CAL: No, we're getting tired.
I'll call you.
All right.
Nice meeting you, Nick.
Yeah, you, too, Hemingway.
CAL: OK, Ernest.
You know, you don't have to hide my dad from me.
It's not some big thing.
No, I-- I wasn't hiding your dad from you.
I'm tired.
OK.
I'm, um-- I'm going to go up to my room.
Nick, trust me, you don't want to see him like--
Yeah, it's over. It's fine.
It's fine.
It's all good.
I'm just-- I just want to go up to my room, OK?
CAL: All right.
All right.
Goodnight.
[phone ringing]
Hello? SHAMUS (ON PHONE): Yo.
What's up, man?
It's Seamus.
NICK: Oh, hey.
What's up, man?
SHAMUS (ON PHONE): Um, it's Friday.
NICK: Oh, shit.
Is that, um-- is that hotel thing-- the party thing,
did I miss it? SHAMUS (ON PHONE): No.
No, you're good. It was cancelled.
It's on for next Friday.
Her folks came into town early, I guess.
NICK: Oh, cool.
OK.
SHAMUS (ON PHONE): Yeah.
Um, so instead, me, Russell, Skyler, and my girlfriend--
NICK: Hymen?
SHAMUS (ON PHONE): [laughter] Yeah.
[laughter] Hymen.
Actually, dude, you know what?
When you're here, you should call her Eliza.
NICK: No.
Yeah, of course.
SHAMUS (ON PHONE): Um, yeah.
So, we're thinking we're all going to go out to this club
and try to get in.
And if not, we'll just go to Russell's place
or walk around or something, but we'll figure it out.
You want to come?
[cars driving by]
SEAMUS: Yo, what's up?
What's up?
What up, man?
I'm fucking cold.
Yeah.
Yo, my balls just went up inside my body.
It's crazy.
I remember you.
Hi.
SEAMUS: You guys met?
Yeah.
It was a pretty awkward elevator ride, huh?
Yeah.
Sorry.
I was-- I was pretty nervous and pretty high.
ELIZA: No, it's OK.
First day of school's always really shitty.
SKYLER: Yo, can we go? I got people waiting.
All right.
Where we at?
I told you, like, seven fucking times.
Yo, I have a shitty memory.
Jesus. - Day and Night.
It's a club. - OK.
That's all you had to say.
You don't have to be a dick about it.
Yeah, no.
It's not that you're retarded and have
amnesia and can't remember a fucking thing,
it's that I'm an asshole.
RUSSELL: Yo, I do not have amnesia.
All right. I'm gone.
Bye. - Yo, Skyler.
I'll knock you the fuck out right now.
- Yeah, man? - Yeah.
SEAMUS: All right. All right.
If you don't walk away in 12 seconds,
I'm going to knock your fucking teeth out.
That's a very specific amount of time.
Sky, just go.
For real, Russell's going to lose his shit.
Come on.
Yeah.
Walk away, you bitch ass pussy.
Later, Sky.
Peace.
Yo, I hope you get hit by a truck on the way there,
you bitch ass, fuck ass--
Good one, buddy.
--fuck boy.
Fuck you.
That was pretty bad, wasn't it?
Yeah.
Fuck me.
You've got to think about your shit before you start saying--
Don't fucking worry about me.
Maybe I'm not--
SEAMUS: I just don't want you to get left--
Wow.
So, they really hate each other, huh?
[scoffs] Nah, they always do that and then make up.
It's really weird.
Honestly, I think they just secretly
want to fuck each other.
[MUSIC - TAME IMPALA, "THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER"]
TAME IMPALA (SINGING): Someone said they left together.
I ran out the door to get her.
She was holding hands with Trevor.
Not the greatest feeling ever.
Man, Russell's got a lot of nudes in his house.
It's very fitting.
The smell of this house kind of reminds me
of field trips I took to museums in, like, fourth grade, which
is kind of depressing because that
means that I haven't been to a museum in, like, seven years.
[laughter]
Isn't it weird how a smell can transport you
into a different universe, time, or whatever?
Yeah.
Smell is the sense most strongly related to memory, I think.
Oh.
But I may have just made that up right now.
ELIZA: [laughter] No, but I think I have heard that.
NICK: Really?
Yeah.
I used to go to this country house
when I was younger with my parents and cousins and stuff.
We would go, like, every other weekend for years.
And there was this smell in the house.
And I could-- I could smell it right
now when I think about it.
It was, like, this leathery sort of--
it was, like, a weird tangy smell, which wasn't
even the best smell, but I--
I just always remembered it as my country house.
So, anyway, I walked in the house one day,
and it smelled completely different.
And I was, like, 14.
And I went up to my mom, and I was
like, what the fuck happened to the smell of the house?
She was like, I got rid of the couch in the den
because it was old and torn up and I needed to throw it out.
I know, right?
Fucking--
And I was so mad at her because my whole childhood
was with that smell.
Right.
And I-- I'm rambling.
- No, you're not. - Yes.
No, no. I know what you're saying.
I really know what you're saying.
I do that when I get so--
No, I--
I know 100% what you're saying.
I agree. It's awesome.
[laughter]
[music - a$ap rocky, "goldie"]
A$AP ROCKY (SINGING): [inaudible]
[piano music]
[inaudible]
[piano music]
You're good.
No, I'm not.
My dad taught me a bunch of piano when I was little,
so I know I still suck.
[piano music]
(LAUGHING) Oh, my god.
[piano music]
You're like Mozart.
NICK: Yeah, exactly.
I'm just as good as Mozart.
OK, well, maybe not quite as good as Mozart.
NICK: What? [bang]
Ow.
Fuck.
Shit.
Are you OK?
NICK: Ow.
Fuck.
Ow.
Oh, my god.
Oh, you poor baby.
Piano is very dangerous.
Hey, I could be blind right now.
You're not blind, you drama queen.
[music - a$ap rocky, "goldie"]
A$AP ROCKY (SINGING): Party like a cowboy or a rockstar.
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off.
Yes, I'm the shit.
Tell me, do I stink?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank.
Three model bitches.
Cocaine in the sink.
And I'm so 'bout it, 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
'cause my chain came from Cuba.
Got a lock up on the link.
[piano music]
I think I'm going to sneeze.
Sneeze. Do it.
Go. Look up at the light.
Look up at the--
there you go.
There.
Come on.
Feel it.
(SINGING) Let me sneeze, please.
I have to sneeze, please.
(SINGING) Let him sneeze.
Where'd you get that?
Where'd you get that from? - Shit.
The fuck is this?
This is my grandma's fucking gardening tool, you idiot.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Yo, hey.
Hey, Shamo.
How are you?
You OK?
You all right?
You going to be OK?
You need some help?
I fucked up, bro.
Oh, it's OK.
It's OK, buddy.
Oh, fuck.
Everything OK?
Um, yeah.
I just got to go, like, right now.
Um, where's Russell and Seamus?
Don't know.
OK.
I didn't realize how late it was.
I have to get the hell out of here.
No.
NICK: I know.
I know.
I wish I could stay.
Kyle.
Kyle, get over here.
RUSSELL: [moaning]
I need your help.
I need your help with him.
Um, listen, get everybody the fuck off my roof right now.
- How am I supposed to do that? - I don't know.
I don't know. But I can't have them here.
I can't do it. Just say something.
- Yeah. - Get them out.
- All right. - Get them out.
All right.
[music - a$ap rocky, "goldie"]
Yo, everybody get the fuck off the roof.
Cops are here.
[crowd yelling]
That was easy.
[people yelling faintly]
Yo, what's going on?
The fucking cops are here, bro.
Shit. All right.
I'm going to go find Seamus and Russell.
What?
Just wait one second.
KYLE: You good?
SEAMUS: [coughing] - Come on.
You've got to stand up.
Yo, Nick.
Oh, where you been, man?
I've been downstairs.
Are the cops here?
No.
No, We just said that so those fuckers would leave.
You-- [coughing] You scared the fucking shit out of me,
dude. - I'm sorry, man.
No, that was me. I kicked them off.
I was like, get the fuck off-- - We know, Kyle.
Shut the fuck up.
KYLE: How would he know if he wasn't here?
RUSSELL: Because he doesn't give a shit.
I ran so much.
RUSSELL: He doesn't care, OK?
You're literally obsessed with attention.
SEAMUS: [moaning]
What's wrong with him?
Nigga's smacked, yo.
SEAMUS: [moaning]
Hey, man.
SEAMUS: [moaning]
How you doing, man?
Nick, I fucked up, man.
NICK: What do you mean?
SEAMUS: I fucked up.
I'm a fucking idiot shit brain motherfucker.
I think you might just be really drunk.
No, I'm not.
I'm a fucking willow.
Willow Smith.
Is that an animal?
No.
I think that's Will Smith's daughter.
All right.
[inaudible] We've got to get him to bed.
Can you fucking help me?
- Give me a fucking second. - Please.
[inaudible] fucking cigarette [inaudible]
Get his leg.
KYLE: [inaudible] no sense of urgency.
- I feel like I should help. - No, no, no.
You're good, bro.
OK.
Yo, Nick, thanks for the help, man.
Yo, you told me not to help.
Shut the fuck up, bro.
Shut up.
Russell, I'm done with you tonight.
Hey, are there cops?
No.
There are no cops.
Eliza.
ELIZA: What happened?
Eliza.
He's a little bit drunk.
Eliza. ELIZA: A little bit?
Eliza, baby. Come here, baby.
I love you so much. Come on.
RUSSELL: We don't have time for this.
SEAMUS: Come on, baby. Come here.
Oh, my god. - Love you, too.
SEAMUS: Jesus Christ.
Come here, baby. Wow.
Hi. Hi.
Hey.
Hi.
Come here.
Ow.
You just hit me in the fucking face.
ELIZA: I should get you this drunk every night.
SEAMUS: No. No, no, no, no, no.
I'm a fucking idiot. RUSSELL: Yo, we gotta get him--
we gotta get him to bed, OK?
We gotta get him to bed.
Hey, will you text his parents he's sleeping here?
I don't-- I don't-- what? I don't know their number.
Just text them from his phone, please.
- Yeah. - Do you guys need help?
No, no, no.
Nick, we'll see you Monday, OK?
Seamus, come on.
- Nicholas. - Buddy.
Nicholas.
I'll see you Monday.
I love you, dog.
NICK: See you.
SEAMUS: Eliza, I love you, baby.
NICK: Feel better, buddy.
[chatter]
[chuckling]
Well, um, I'll see you Monday.
See you Monday.
That was fun.
It was.
Cool.
CAL: [whistling] Nick.
It's 3 o'clock in the morning.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I just-- my friend was really just--
No, stop defending yourself--
I'm not--
- --and just say you're sorry. - All right.
I'm sorry.
But I was just out--
OK, but an apology ain't defending yourself.
I'm-- I'm not defending myself.
I'm just saying I'm sorry.
Well, I was just worried about you.
I've been up worried about you all night.
Well, you don't have to be worried about me.
Yes, I do, because you live with me.
I take care of you.
And, I mean, this is not one of the five things on my list
that I like doing.
All right.
Well, I'm sorry that my mom's so fucked up that I had to come--
CAL: Hey, don't go there.
NICK: --disturb your precious little life.
Don't go where?
CAL: Don't go there with the drug addict card.
I'm not pulling--
Don't play the drug addict card, OK?
Because that's not what this is about.
Then what is this about?
This is about you coming in at a time that I told you to.
Stop trying to bring all these issues when all I was saying
was be in the house at a certain time.
That's it.
That's what I'm mad about.
All right.
OK?
That's what I'm upset about. - All right.
I'm sorry. - Yeah.
Well, don't be sorry.
Be careful.
[door shutting]
[phone dinging]
NICK: Goddammit.
[phone keyboard clicking]
[knocking on door]
Oh, motherfucker.
Come in.
[door creaking open]
What's up?
CAL: You asleep?
NICK: Nope.
Not anymore.
CAL: Your mom's on the phone.
Hi, mom.
[indistinct talking on phone]
Yeah.
Sorry.
I was asleep.
[indistinct talking on phone]
Good.
[indistinct talking on phone]
No, no, I am.
It's just a little strange to hear your voice.
That's all.
[indistinct talking on phone]
We just haven't spoken in a little while.
[indistinct talking on phone]
No, it's just annoying.
It's just you're my mom.
You're not like a distant second cousin or something.
Like, just why would I forget you?
It's just annoying for you to say.
[indistinct talking on phone]
It's fine.
I'm sorry, too.
[indistinct talking on phone]
Yeah.
Well, you know it's like a four to six week thing, right?
So, you know, you say it's been a hard week,
but it's what you've done four more times essentially.
So, you know, it just makes me a little
worried when you say that.
When-- nothing.
I just-- I just--
I just want to make sure you actually do this.
Mommy, please don't cry.
[indistinct talking on phone]
Mom, I love you, OK?
I just-- I just really--
I gotta go.
OK.
Mom, It's OK.
It's OK. I love you, Mom.
Bye.
[deep breathing]
MAN (ON TV): So, what am I listening to right now?
What is this?
MAN (ON TV): Turn the piano up, man.
MAN (ON TV): Why are the drums so fucking loud?
Oh, my god.
Do you hear that?
Am I-- am I-- am I fucking crazy?
Am I stupid?
(ON TV) What do you want to hear?
What are you trying to hear in this song?
That's what I'm not understanding.
What in the song do you want to hear?
Are you trying to hear the fucking [imitating drumming]
fucking George of the jungle bullshit?
MAN (ON TV): No. You're the--
(ON TV) No.
So hear the fucking keys because that's why I want to hear.
I fucking work.
This is my fucking record, and I want to hear me, goddammit, not
some fucking poser bullshit.
Fucking Buddy Rich bullshit.
Right?
MAN (ON TV): I'm just trying to give you what you want.
MAN (ON TV): Then fucking do it.
MAN (ON TV): OK.
[clattering]
NICK: Motherfucker.
Fuck you.
[bang]
Cursing at your textbook?
Yeah.
How are you?
I'm great.
How are you?
I'm good.
Good.
It was a fun party Friday, huh?
Yeah.
It was really fun.
It was kind of weird.
It was weird.
Was your dad mad?
Yeah.
I mean, he's not my dad, but yeah.
It's a long story--
[bell ringing]
--for a separate occasion.
OK.
Well, I'll see you later.
Yeah.
I'll see you.
[clattering]
Fucking hate my life.
[papers rustling]
[inaudible]
WOMAN: I'm over it.
I'm over it.
RUSSELL: Yo, fuckhead.
What's up, man?
CHRISTINE: Russell.
Watch your mouth, young man.
Do you want me to call your mother?
- No, I don't. - I'll do it.
I'm sorry, Christine.
Jesus.
So, how are you doing, man?
You want to eat?
RUSSELL: Yeah, it's nice.
That's not my thing, though.
[groaning] (MUMBLING) This is the fucking
best thing I've ever had.
RUSSELL: I really gotta go. - For real?
Why are you going?
I have a piano lesson.
Piano lesson?
[inaudible]
Don't fucking say it, dude.
I hate when you do that.
You know how I feel.
All right.
And it doesn't make me a bitch because I play piano.
All right.
RUSSELL: Mad piano players fuck bitches.
SEAMUS: I'm joking.
RUSSELL: Mozart fucked on hoes.
SEAMUS: I'm joking.
RUSSELL: Mozart was popping perkies with hoes.
Don't dab, bro.
[inaudible]
RUSSELL: I'll make it work.
You paying for this.
Yeah, OK.
All right.
See you tomorrow, dick.
Yo, peace out, Nick.
See you, man.
He's a problem.
Fuck, dude.
I just wish I could speak fucking French, dude.
I just want to know it so bad and speak it to bitches,
racking up all the hoes with my orgasmic French accent
in France.
You take French at school, right?
Mhm.
But I have dyslexia or some shit that makes it hard to learn
or whatever.
Bums me out.
Fuck, dude.
That party Friday, that was nuts, right?
I was so fucking hammered, I barely remember anything.
Yo, can I ask you something?
Sure.
What do you think about Eliza, honestly?
You can tell me.
She seems cool.
SEAMUS: You being honest?
Yeah, dude.
She seems super cool.
I think she's really cool.
SEAMUS: You think so?
Yo, why? You don't?
SEAMUS: No.
No, dude, I do.
She's your girlfriend.
Yeah.
I'm just thinking she might be, like, a slut secretly.
How can you secretly be a slut?
No, I don't know.
Maybe you're right.
[laughter] Um, I kind of messed up.
What do you mean?
Um, I was kind of a slut, I guess.
I kind of, um--
you know, I kind of--
hey, OK, you can't tell her.
You can't tell her about this.
Yeah.
No, of course.
I mean, I was really fucked up at that party.
You know that.
Yeah.
And I would never cheat on Eliza.
I would never--
You cheated on her?
No.
Um, no.
[laughter] I guess I--
I kind of did.
I did.
With who?
Like, what-- what did you do?
Did you fuck somebody? SEAMUS: No.
No.
Nothing like that.
Maybe a handjob.
I don't know.
I don't really remember.
But, um, I guess I did technically.
Man, you can't tell anybody, all right?
Yeah.
Of course.
All right.
Good.
And don't fucking judge me or anything.
Oh, no.
OK.
[cereal hitting bowl]
NICK: Yo.
You can't sleep?
No.
[cereal hitting bowl]
You want some?
[music playing]
WOMAN (SINGING ON TV): Everybody, hello.
Hello.
It's the [inaudible] their hair.
So, hello, everybody.
Hello.
Perks up your lively curls and bright and shiny hair.
Hello is natural beauty.
[sigh] Jesus Christ.
I don't know what my mom was thinking
with this fucking color.
Dude, no, you look fine.
Russell's retarded.
For real.
You look like a formal banana.
All right.
Maybe-- maybe just try ditching the tie and the cummerbund.
Yeah.
Just ditch the whole suit.
Yo, shut the fuck up.
I think it looks fine, really.
- No. - No, no.
Come on. Come on.
Let me see it. Turn around.
That's good. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just the tie. Ditch the tie.
Fuck.
That actually looks way better.
Yeah.
Does it look good?
- You look good. - Actually?
I promise.
You look sexy as fuck.
Tell him he looks good.
6 out of 10.
[laughter]
SEAMUS: Yo, rap about, um--
rap about buttholes.
NICK: [beatboxing]
This my boy Seamus fucking on an anus.
Something like that.
SEAMUS: You can't stop midsentence.
You got to-- it was good. - No, no, no.
I got one. I got one.
All right. [interposing voices]
NICK: [beatboxing]
Yo. Yo.
Young Russ.
SEAMUS: Young Russ.
Young Russ.
Yo, you fucked me up.
Come on.
Yo. Young Russ.
I'm reckless.
I'll buy your hoe a necklace.
I wreck chicks.
No, no.
That one wasn't right.
[laughter]
[interposing voices]
I get anxiety about this--
I get-- I get anxiety about this shit.
[laughter]
No, it's not funny.
Oh, I got one. Popping pills.
I'm reckless.
Buy your hoe a necklace.
Kind of the same thing, but--
[laughter]
Bro, they're not here with me.
So, whose spot is this, man?
It's super nice.
Um, I'm staying with my dad's, like, old friend right now.
For sure?
Yeah.
Well, what-- what's he doing?
[interposing voices]
I mean-- so, he was-- he used to play with my dad in, like,
a band.
He's, like, a musician.
So, um, I think now, he, like--
sorry.
I'm really high.
Um, now, he, like, produces that--
produces records or, like, mixes them or something or whatever.
But, yeah.
He's not-- I mean, he's not, like, that talented.
Like, my dad was always, like, way more talented, so.
He just kind of made money, so that's how he--
Yo, Lola's calling, dude.
[phone ringing]
Yo.
Ah, shit.
Hold up.
[phone ringing]
Yo, what up, hoe?
I'm playing.
Well, homie, you still didn't say.
Where are your parents?
[chuckling]
Um, well, my mom's back in Detroit now.
And, uh, my dad died a little while back, so.
Shit, man. I'm sorry.
Oh, it's all good. SKYLER: Yeah, I'm sorry, dude.
That sucks. - Nah, it's OK.
It more than sucks, man.
That's his fucking dad.
Yeah.
That's good.
No, man.
That shit's really fucked up.
I'm really sorry.
Yeah.
It's not my favorite thing to talk about.
Yeah.
No, I'm sorry.
I feel like I just, like, totally bummed out the mood.
Oh, no.
You're so fucking depressed.
No, no, no.
I'm just-- I'm stoned.
I'm thinking.
[inaudible]
Bird ass bitch.
Yo, Hymen and Lola are going to meet us at, uh, St. Mark's.
OK.
He's literally-- Seamus is about to throw himself
off the fucking roof, he's so depressed about what
I told him.
[interposing voices]
My dad's going to fucking take us out to the club,
and he's going to get us some-- yo, I got to go in here.
I've got to grab some shit.
Can I get, uh, like, two packs of Magnums.
- A melon. - No, no, no, no, no.
Not ultra thin.
The ribbed ones.
I like my bitches to feel it.
Dude-- what's that's, dude?
Like the receipt?
Uh, yeah, I'll take the receipt, too, dude.
SEAMUS: Some young melons.
RUSSELL: Some young melons. [interposing voices]
RUSSELL: Dude, my fucking dad used
to buy me melons all the fucking time when I was a kid.
I'll take the Magnums.
You can give him the smaller ones.
SEAMUS: Heads up. - Oh, fuck.
[bang]
[screaming]
Some young honeys fresh--
ow.
Fuck.
Motherfucker.
[inaudible] Do not say.
Do not say. - No.
Dude, chill.
[interposing voices]
Yo, who's got it now, motherfucker?
My dad's going to kill your dad.
[music - joey bada$$, "o.c.b."]
JOEY BADA$$ (RAPPING): Back once again.
Hello.
It's yo' favorite mellow schizo.
The pavement on this yellow brick road
fucking up my mental.
My mood just like this tempo.
Heartbeat, that instrumental.
I never lack potential.
Every track is essential.
Every project is special, abundant, and fundamental.
Give a fuck about hundreds as long as it's for my mental.
With wisdom from what I've been through,
knowledge that some can't get to.
Understanding that college is only out for a nickel.
It could all be so simple.
Tune in to the metronome.
This how I used to feel back on that metro
home fresh outta class.
I knew these days, they wouldn't last.
Just a stepping stone I gotta pass.
Another story for the lap.
But fuck it.
Give him glory when he crash.
He getting revved up.
Heads up.
And he's--
Yo, that wasn't cool, bro.
Yo.
Yo, Skyler, shut the fuck up.
It was a joke, man.
You were laughing.
Yeah, it was funny, but it was, like, an old lady.
Social justice warrior ass.
You the king of morality now?
I watched you punch a fifth grader in the face this year,
man.
Yo, I'm fixing to knock a motherfucker in the jaw.
Shut the fuck up.
I got what you need.
Chronic, coke, codeine.
Go some molly, oxy, shrooms, ketamine, whatever you want.
SEAMUS: Russ.
Dog.
Whatever you boys are looking for.
What up? You got Special K?
Russ.
I said that, didn't I?
All right.
Um, let me get 1/8 of chronic and, uh, Special K.
Oh, sure thing, Whitey.
Um, and yo, you got-- you got coke?
Motherfucker, do I have coke?
Sorry. Sorry.
The fuck you think I am?
Nah.
So you got it or--
Motherfucker, of course I got coke.
All right. All right.
Russell chill.
Just get, like, a dime bag or something.
No, yo.
That's some pussy ass bitch shit.
I want to get fucked up tonight, yo.
Hey, yo. Hey, yo. Hey, yo.
Stop talking like that, man.
Fucking albino looking motherfucker.
All right. Sorry.
What the fuck you getting coke for, man?
Yo, I don't know. I might need it.
When?
Why don't you get the fuck off my back, yo?
SEAMUS: All right. RUSSELL: All right?
SEAMUS: Whatever.
You all done?
Can we complete this transaction?
Y'all done? - Yeah.
Yo, I'm sorry.
[inaudible] How much?
$200.
$200?
What's your name?
They call me Streety.
Streety.
Uh, $200's a little steep.
You think you could, like, you know, cut us a deal?
Absolutely not.
It's $200.
All right.
[inaudible] All right.
Peace, my nigga.
SEAMUS: Russ.
The fuck you just say?
What you say? - Yo.
Yo. No, no, no.
- Don't fucking call me that. - I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.
I-- I didn't mean-- - You didn't mean it like what?
No, no, no, no.
I don't mean like-- like-- like you my nigga.
Like, not like that. - What the fuck?
I just mean-- I just mean we niggas.
Russell, shut the fuck up.
You know, like--
SEAMUS: Russell, shut the fuck up.
You like saying that word, huh?
Huh?
Does it feel good in your mouth?
- Nah. - Huh?
No.
Does it taste good in your mouth?
Nah.
I just--
Open your mouth. [slap]
Open your mouth.
[gun clicking]
Now, how about that?
Hm?
Does that taste good in your mouth?
That's what the fuck I thought.
Peace out, my nigga.
[chatter]
SEAMUS: Yo.
Wow.
Fuck, man.
Yeah.
[clearing throat]
ELIZA: Boo. - Wow.
Hi.
How you doing?
Good.
You doing good? ELIZA: Yeah.
Ugh. PDA.
Stop.
Come on.
No. - Why?
What's wrong?
ELIZA: Because it's too much.
What's too much?
- You're Nick, right? - Yeah.
Yeah. Hi.
I'm Lola.
We, um-- I'm a class.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
That was funny. - It was?
Yeah. I laughed.
Um, you're wearing a suit.
What?
Yeah.
LOLA: You look a little dorky.
I like the suit.
I do, too. That's what I was saying.
No, no. I like it.
I like it, too.
I just-- I-- I was kidding.
You don't have to lie. I know it looks bad.
No, it doesn't. It does.
It looks good.
Do you have an extra cigarette by any chance?
Yeah.
SEAMUS: What?
What? ELIZA: Nothing.
Just--
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Oh, thanks.
Do you have a light? ELIZA: Come on.
SEAMUS: What? What's the problem?
We're in public.
Since when do you care about that?
What do you mean since when do I care?
Hey, do you have a light?
Oh.
ELIZA: It's fine.
It's just too much.
SEAMUS: Too much?
ELIZA: Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
ELIZA: No, it's OK. SEAMUS: Fine.
I won't [inaudible] OK.
ELIZA: I don't like that.
SEAMUS: I can't kiss you in public anymore?
I don't like it.
LOLA: [coughing]
Are you OK?
(LAUGHING) Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine. - Are you sure?
Yeah.
[coughing]
Let's go.
NICK: Yeah, we're coming.
[screaming]
[music playing]
[crowd yelling]
MAN: Everybody, get your motherfucking hands up.
[crowd cheering]
[music playing]
[bang]
MAN (RAPPING): [inaudible] Everybody disagree [inaudible]
No more [inaudible]
Where's Seamus and Russell?
I don't know.
I have to pee.
Awesome.
[music playing]
Cameron, I need your help.
Get the fuck out of here.
Sorry.
[knocking on door]
RUSSELL: Hold up.
Russell?
Is that you?
Nick.
Get the fuck in here, yo.
How the fuck did you guys do all of this?
What is that?
It's a delicious concoction of coke
and Special K. It's called a float.
Yo, it's not called a float.
Shut up, dick face.
You don't know.
(WHISPERING) Yo, um, it's kind of weird, bro.
I just saw Seamus going down on some random girl out there.
Like, should I tell Liza or--
No.
What the fuck?
Why would you say anything?
I don't know.
Just-- I don't know. Liza's cool, so.
RUSSELL: Nick. Nick.
He does that shit all the time.
It doesn't matter. He's a young man.
Let him do what he wants. - All right.
RUSSELL: Nick. - Right.
But, I mean-- RUSSELL: Nick.
Nick, you little fucker.
What? What?
What do you want? - Yo.
Yo.
Please snort some of this shit so you can be--
[interposing voices] - All right.
Jesus Christ.
Yo, get the-- get the mirror.
Get the mirror.
What am I doing?
Yo, don't call me fucking dick face.
Give him a [inaudible]
NICK: Jesus Christ. All right.
What do I do? What do I do?
RUSSELL: You know what to do, yo.
You see me all the time.
[inaudible]
ALL: 3, 2, 1.
[sniffling]
[cheering]
Fuck her right in the pussy.
KYLE: Yo, shut the fuck up, bro.
RUSSELL: Fuck you, motherfucker.
I love you, bro.
I love you.
[coughing]
RUSSELL: [cheering] Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
- All right.
All right. - You love it?
You love it? - You feeling it, dude?
You feeling it?
[scuffling]
[screaming]
- [inaudible] my ass. - Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Did you break it?
[music playing]
WOMAN (SINGING): What you going to do?
What happened to you?
Drugs.
WOMAN (SINGING): [inaudible] What you going to do?
Where are we going?
I love your hair.
Oh.
Wait, Lola.
Lola, stop, stop.
What?
Did you cum?
What?
No.
I just, um-- no, I just--
I don't know.
I'm just, like--
I'm, like, fucked up right now.
I'm sorry.
Holy shit.
MAN: Dude.
Yo, tell her to take her shirt off.
No.
Fuck you.
Hey, fuck you, dog.
MAN: Get the fuck out.
[inaudible]
MAN: Look at this classy motherfucker.
Tuxedo shirt on.
What's up, bro?
Oh, what's up, bro?
Yo, who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Dude, just chill.
It's fine.
[interposing voices]
Just chill out.
I don't like how close you're getting.
Oh, I'm getting too close?
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to get that close.
Yo, I don't know what you think is going on right now,
but you need to back the fuck. - Oh, I need to back up?
What are you going to do? You going to hit me?
Come on. Hit me.
[inaudible]
Come on. I want to-- I want to taste it.
Come on. Get closer.
- Want to give me a kiss?
Get closer. Yeah.
You slapped me, little bitch.
- Calm the fuck down. - Slap me.
[slap]
[pounding]
MAN: Hey.
Hey.
Get the fuck off him.
Get [inaudible]
[bang]
Wait here.
Where are you going?
[scuffling]
Motherfucker.
SEAMUS: I'll get the door.
[pounding]
MAN: No, no, no, no, no.
Chill.
MAN: Fuck.
SKYLER: Seamus, help me out, bro.
[pounding]
I'm going to knock your fucking teeth out.
[pounding]
Fucking bitch.
[glass shattering]
MAN: Yo.
You know I can fucking kill you, right?
Dude, I'm sorry.
Please don't do this.
Don't fucking do this, man.
Dude, don't do this.
SEAMUS: Yo.
Nick.
ELIZA: Hey, guys.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Someone called security. We've gotta leave.
We gotta to go. We gotta go now.
Come on.
Jesus.
You all right?
Let's go.
You all right?
SEAMUS: Nick.
All right.
Upsy daisy.
Come on.
[inaudible]
Nick, you all right?
You good? - Yeah.
All right.
Come on.
[siren wailing in distance]
[chatter]
[knocking on door]
Hey, Cal.
I got some friends over.
Is that OK?
CAL: Yeah, sure.
What the hell happened to your face?
Wait.
Why don't-- why don't you guys go inside?
[chatter]
Um, yeah, that's kind of why the party was shut down.
CAL: You're killing me.
Yeah.
Well, I'll be gone soon, anyway.
- No, not-- not like that. - Yeah.
No, I get it. I get it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.
CAL: It's OK. - It's all good.
CAL: That's not what I meant. - All right.
Well, I should probably, um, get back to my friends.
She's fine.
[vomiting] [coughing] [vomiting] [coughing]
[snoring]
[chuckling]
Do you hear something?
Do I hear something?
[snoring]
I feel like I hear, like, snoring.
Snoring?
Really?
[snoring]
(WHISPERING) Yeah.
I don't know where it's coming from, but I'm hearing--
I'm definitely hearing snoring.
I don't know.
I think you're just crazy.
[snoring]
SEAMUS: Hey, babe.
ELIZA: [shushing]
(WHISPERING) Sorry.
Um, Sky's downstairs.
We're going to head out.
You coming?
Uh, I feel bad, but I think I've got to take care of Lola.
Um, OK.
Yeah.
You sure you don't want to sleep at my house?
I think she needs me.
All right.
Um, we're out.
We'll see you guys, uh, tomorrow.
Uh, Monday or whatever.
Hey, ice those bruises.
[chuckling]
[door shutting]
[snoring]
ELIZA: [laughter]
See, it's perfect.
[laughter] It's perfect.
You going to sit?
[sigh] Yeah.
It was pretty hectic back there, huh?
Yeah.
I'm sorry about that.
They were just fucking with Lola,
and they were wearing these stupid clothes.
I was on some drugs.
And, um, sometimes, I just--
I see red, and I can't--
I don't know.
Like, yeah. I don't know.
I'm sorry.
No, it's OK.
I appreciate you looking out for her.
Well, [inaudible] instigated it, and I
lost my shit like a psychopath.
But-- but they were dicks, so.
Did you guys make out?
NICK: Me and the frat boys?
Yeah.
It was very passionate.
No, you and Lola.
No, not really.
What's this?
Oh, it's Cal's.
It's this piano player, George Shearing.
Is he good?
Yeah, he's amazing.
But he's so old.
[chuckling]
But look how sweet he is.
He's so-- he's, like, the sweetest old man.
He's so happy.
[interposing voices]
I heard-- the rumor has it that they took this picture
and then he-- and then he died.
The next picture was him dead.
Do you want to listen?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Mhm. - You sure?
- Yeah. - OK.
Yeah.
NICK: It's getting real.
[piano music playing]
[chuckling]
I like your tattoo.
You do?
Mhm.
(WHISPERING) You're the worst [inaudible]
Fuck.
We can stop.
I know.
Your body's so amazing.
This fucking shirt.
Fucking shirt.
Do it.
Do you have a condom?
Um, yeah.
I think so.
Do you have a preference?
No.
Which one did you pick?
[inaudible] [inaudible] You sure?
Yeah.
[panting]
[laughter]
Was that a mistake?
Did it feel like a mistake?
No.
I like you.
Really?
A lot.
What about Seamus?
I like Seamus, too, but I don't know.
He seems distant.
But then he'll, like, randomly start kissing me in public.
But I don't know.
It's confusing.
I like you so much.
I have since I met you.
Same.
I wish this wasn't such a fucked up situation.
"Minnaloushe creeps through the grass alone,
important, and wise and lifts to the changing
moon his changing eyes."
What's that?
My dad used to read it to me.
It's the last few lines in this poem, "The Cat and the Moon."
It's this tattoo on my back.
He would, like, tuck me in.
And then he'd start to walk out, but he never actually left.
He just waited in the doorway until I said,
daddy, daddy, daddy, come back.
And then he'd come back, and he'd
sit on the edge of the bed.
And he'd recite the whole thing for me in, like,
a different accent every night or, like, a different way
of doing it or something.
And then I'd always get really tired
when I heard those last two lines and fall asleep.
I honestly think the reason for my insomnia
in the past few years is that I'm always waiting
to hear those last few lines.
But, you know, they obviously never come.
It's weird, though.
It's like my sleep's never 100% because I'm
always waiting to hear his voice,
as stupid as that sounds.
Why is that stupid?
I don't know.
When did he pass away?
Um, I was about 12, so I guess it was, like, five years ago.
Yeah.
It was this really weird thing where, um--
I told you he was in a band with Cal.
And they had a lot of problems, I think,
so they broke up a little while ago.
But then they wanted to do this reunion show thing,
so my dad came to New York to stay here with Cal
and, like, rehearse and get ready
for the show and all of that.
And, um, I don't really know what happened,
but, um, there was a fight and my dad went out
and got really fucked up.
And he was in the subway.
And I guess he blacked out.
And he slipped on something on the edge of the platform
and, um--
yeah.
And the worst part is these fucking cops all said to my mom
that maybe, like, he jumped in front of it or something
because from, like, where his remains were
from the positioning of his body when the train hit him,
it didn't seem like an accident or something.
And of course my mom believed it because she's
insanely gullible.
But I know in my heart that that is total bullshit.
Like, he-- he just wasn't like that, you know.
I mean, some people are, but he just--
he wasn't selfish like that.
He-- I just can't imagine--
yeah, he didn't.
What?
Nothing.
Well, the whole thing is just so stupid and fucked up.
I just-- I just wish that I could, like, smell, like, a--
smell, like, a sweater again or, you know,
smell his hair again or something,
you know, because I just--
I don't-- I don't remember what it--
what it smells like.
I don't remember what his hair smells like.
Sorry.
I don't-- I'm sorry.
This is embarrassing.
[inaudible] I feel like I'm just being so annoying right now.
ELIZA: No, you're not.
Yeah, I am.
I'm being so annoying.
Please don't be sorry.
You're OK.
I'm so stupid. ELIZA: No.
I'm so stupid.
You're not stupid. - Yeah, it is.
It's stupid.
ELIZA: No, it's not stupid.
[crying]
ELIZA: You're OK.
[piano music]
[imitating trumpet]
CAL: Oh, man.
That's a great mouth trumpet you got there.
Yeah, I'm pretty goddamn good at mouth trumpet.
Yeah.
And I dig those changes.
They're kind of nice, right?
Like, I can see my dad playing this
and then you playing, like, that line on sax or something.
CAL: Yeah.
And singing, (SINGING) dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun.
You start singing something like that.
- Yeah. - Something like that.
Yeah.
[piano music]
Man, you and your dad, y'all got those ears.
Yeah.
[piano music]
Hey, um, I got some news.
I got a call from your mom today.
She said that she was doing good and it was cool
for you to come back next week.
That's, like-- that's a few weeks early, right?
CAL: Yeah.
Well, she said she was doing good
and, um, she's excited to see you.
OK.
All right.
But, like, I mean, the clinic approved it or whatever?
Yeah, the clinic approved her, she said.
And, uh, I talked to her on the phone.
She sounded pretty good.
I think it's a good thing, right?
Yeah.
CAL: Hey, keep playing that.
Keep playing.
I want to show you something.
Oh, shit.
Whoa, whoa.
OK, now.
Keep doing what you're doing, and I'mma count you off, OK?
Let's go.
1, 2, 3, and.
[piano and flute music]
Yeah.
That was pretty cool.
That was good.
OK, now, play on the bass.
A, E flat, G, C sharp.
[piano music]
So play that on the bass?
CAL: Yeah, on the bass.
[piano music]
OK, let's try it.
OK.
1, 2, 3, 4.
[piano and flute music]
[dinging]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
You can't sleep?
CAL: Never.
[chuckling]
Hey, I want to ask you an honest question.
Does it have anything to do with not
feeling so fresh down there?
CAL: No.
What is it?
Um, how do you feel about everything?
I mean, do you think it's OK for you to go back?
What do you mean, with my mom?
Yeah.
Just--
NICK: You mean is it safe?
No, no.
Not-- not-- not is it safe.
Well, what else am I supposed to do?
CAL: Uh--
I gotta go back.
I don't know.
Do you?
Well, I mean, I'm all she has.
I mean, yeah, it's a bummer, but if she's feeling better
and they're letting her out, then, yeah, I gotta go back.
CAL: I don't know if they let her out
or if she chose to leave.
I don't know.
I mean, she's still my guardian, you know.
She's still my mom.
CAL: Well, I was just thinking about it.
I mean, you know, of course in a perfect world,
I'd love to stay here with you in this big house,
you know, jamming all the time and hanging in New York,
but my mom's given up everything for me, so.
CAL: Yeah, but you don't owe her anything.
Well, I don't really think you know what you're talking about.
OK.
I think you should invest in some sleeping pills.
You, too.
Goodnight.
CAL: Goodnight.
[door shutting]
Surprise, motherfucker.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, my god, dude.
You scared the fucking shit out of me.
Oh, my god. - I'm sorry.
What's up, man?
How you doing? - Good.
- Good? - Yeah.
I heard you're leaving town this weekend.
The fuck's up with that?
Yeah, I know.
It's like, um, just, like, a last minute thing.
Huh.
I haven't really seen you around or anything, you know.
It kind of feels like you've been avoiding me.
No.
I just-- I've just been really swamped with work all week.
Yeah.
Yeah, OK.
Well, hey, do you want to go out tonight?
I think me and Eliza are going to get dinner.
I'm pretty sure Lola's got nothing going on.
We could do, like, a going away thing.
Well, yeah.
I mean, thanks for inviting me, but I don't really
know if I like Lola like that.
And, um, I don't know.
It's like a date with you and Eliza.
I don't want to, like, intrude or anything.
No. Dude, no, no, no, no.
Yo, it's not going to be like that at all.
I promise.
Hey.
Seamus.
Seamus, just--
What?
Take it easy.
Oh, you-- you said turn it up a notch?
OK.
Seam, just--
[inaudible] in front of my friends--
Sorry.
--at the dinner table.
ELIZA: Seamus, can you--
SEAMUS: I'm going to just bite your ear off, OK?
I'm just going to take it off.
Seamus, you've got to stop.
You don't need this ear, right?
- Seamus. - Your other ear is nice enough.
Come on. OK.
You're done.
Do we need to drink more?
We should drink more.
This pasta is dry.
It's dry.
[laughter]
It's super fucking dry.
I've been eating it for, like, 10 minutes.
It's for sure, like, difficult to eat.
ELIZA: Seamus.
SEAMUS: [inaudible] I don't know this homie's name,
but I feel like it's Jeff, the waiter [inaudible] out.
Don't.
Jeff.
It's so not Jeff.
I've got to hide.
[inaudible] Wait, babe.
Seamus, you're being weird.
Tell me-- tell me when Jeff [inaudible] Fuck.
We've got to get a new waiter. - Seamus.
OK, you're done. SEAMUS: OK.
ELIZA: You're done.
[music playing]
LOLA: Why did we go all the way out of town for that place?
That wasn't even that good.
I mean, I guess it was OK.
You're so sexy.
LOLA: Glad I brought that vodka.
It's getting pretty hot and heavy over there, huh?
Um, do you have anything else, um, in your bag?
What?
Like, you have any pills or anything?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
I-- I think--
I stole some from my sister's purse, like, a few weeks ago.
I just-- I don't know if it's in this bag or another one.
Nick.
Holy shit.
That's a lot.
Sir, um, can we, um-- can we pull over the cab right now?
Sir, it's a green light.
We're in the middle of the road.
Sir, but I have to--
I have to get out of the cab right now.
Nick, are you all right?
CAB DRIVER: Sir, I understand, but I can't--
Sir, pull over the cab right now.
[interposing voices]
Pull over the fucking cab.
Yo.
[inaudible] Let me out of this fucking cab.
Let me out of the fucking cab.
[interposing voices]
CAB DRIVER: Get the fuck out of my cab.
[heavy breathing]
[inaudible]
[train rumbling]
Please.
Please, please, please.
Fucking [inaudible]
[train rumbling]
[music playing]
How'd it go?
[vomiting]
Whoa, whoa.
Nick, what's going on?
[retching]
What did you drink?
I took some--
I think I took some Prozac.
Uh, Nick, man, come on.
I'm fine.
I'm just going to go to bed.
No, you're not fine, man.
I hate when you say that.
No, you're not fine.
Jesus Christ.
I cannot do this shit right now with you.
CAL: No, I can't do this. - I gotta go to bed.
I can't do this, OK?
Your mother is the only person that I can call for you.
I'm responsible for you.
I can't call her because she's a mess, so I don't know what--
Don't fucking call my mom a mess.
Nick.
NICK: Don't fucking call my mom a mess.
Nick.
Don't fucking call my mom a mess.
Don't call my mom a mess. - Nick.
- Take it back. - Nick.
Fucking take that shit back.
Come on, man.
Take it back.
Take it back right fucking now.
I'm not playing.
Fucking take it back. CAL: Hey.
Take it back. CAL: Listen.
Fucking take it back. (YELLING) Fucking take it back.
Hey, hey, hey. Relax.
Relax.
(YELLING) Fucking take it back.
CAL: Relax.
(YELLING) She's not a fucking mess.
Take it back.
Take it back, motherfucker.
Take it back.
Nick, I didn't mean to say that.
This is not about your parents.
(YELLING) Well, you fucking said it, and you're wrong.
You're fucking wrong.
Fucking take it back. - Hey.
(YELLING) Take it back.
(YELLING) No.
I'm not taking it back.
I'm not putting up with this shit.
I know you don't want to hear it from me,
but your mom is a mess, and so was your dad.
He fucking died in your house.
CAL: Hey, hey. Listen.
He fucking died in your house.
CAL: It don't matter.
It don't-- Listen!
What did you fucking say to him?
What did you do?
What did you say to him?
Why didn't you just take care of him and make sure he was OK?
Why-- why did you have to be so fucking jealous and mean?
Jealous and mean?
NICK: You're just a jealous fucking loser.
CAL: Jealous--
And he was the most talented person out there,
and you know that.
And you tortured him for it because you're a fucking loser.
You fucking jealous loser.
And now, I've got to go back and I'm alone with my fucking mom.
And I came here with my dad, and I can't
tell him how much I love him.
And I can't-- I can't play music with him.
And I can't fucking hang out with him anymore
because you fucking killed him.
You let him fucking die, you stupid motherfucker.
Yeah, your dad was way more talented than me.
Your dad was way more smoother than me.
Your dad could play instruments better than me.
Yeah, your dad was all that.
But he was fucking miserable.
I've been taking care of your mama
and your daddy and this shit before you was even born.
They were sitting around fucking getting high.
I had to take care of them.
I had to wipe his vomit up and change his clothes.
He was late for rehearsals, and he tried to fight me.
Yeah, your daddy.
You didn't know that?
Yeah, I feel guilty.
I feel guilty every fucking day about your dad.
I was responsible for him that night.
He rejected my comfort.
He rejected my love.
And I'm not going to do the same shit with you, Nick.
I ain't doing it.
I don't know what you want me to say.
CAL: I'm sorry. - I'm a fuck up.
I don't know what you want me to say.
I'm fucked up.
I'm a fucking piece of shit, and I don't
know what you want me say.
Come on, man.
(SOBBING) I'm a fucking piece of shit, and I want to fucking
die.
Come on, man.
[sobbing]
Come on, Nick.
[sobbing]
It's OK, Nick.
It's OK.
Come on, man.
It's OK.
It's OK, man.
It's going to be all right.
You're going to be all right.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
[pounding]
You fuck other girls, asshole.
You realize that?
You have an amazing girlfriend, and you fuck other girls.
[pounding]
Shut the fuck up.
[phone vibrating]
[ding]
[pan clattering]
[phone ringing]
Jesus Christ.
Hello.
Want a scone?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Mm.
It's hot.
Hot.
You didn't answer my calls yesterday or today.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I've been kind of busy.
Yeah.
What I did to you last night was fucked up.
Yeah.
Well, I don't--
I acted pretty crazy.
Sorry.
I don't know what happened.
I just-- um, do you want to go outside and go
to the park or something?
I'm starting to feel like a desperate housewife
in this house.
A desperate housewife.
Cooking and cleaning.
[laughter]
How is it?
It's really good.
I really like you.
I really wish you were my girlfriend.
Jumping right in.
Sorry.
Don't be sorry.
Look, Nick, you're leaving in, like, three days,
and I don't know if I'll see you again.
And I'm dating Seamus.
I know he can be an idiot, and I know
that he cheats on me, but--
But what?
But I don't know.
I ju-- I just--
I need to be--
you know?
We have so much time for all the other serious stuff,
but for now, I--
I just want to be--
Yeah.
I mean, I feel really bad.
I don't want you to feel bad for me.
I fucking hate that shit.
I don't feel bad for you.
I feel bad for me because that night with you
meant everything to me.
Me too.
But it just isn't going to work.
Yeah, I understand.
Now, I'm fucking crying.
No, don't cry.
Don't cry.
Don't.
Just-- just-- just eat your scone.
[laughter]
Um, can I ask you something?
Yeah.
[sigh] Could you tell that it was my first time?
No.
You can be honest.
You can tell me.
I really didn't know.
All right.
Good.
Hey.
I have to meet my mom for lunch.
OK.
All righty.
Thanks for the scone.
Yeah.
You-- you owe me a scone.
[water running]
[spitting]
[mbira music]
[clanking]
Ribbit.
[blowing through saxophone]
[saxophone music]
[harmonica music]
[humming]
[strumming guitar]
Hello?
[music playing]
[door creaking]
CAL: Hey.
Hey.
CAL: You still up?
Yeah.
I never sleep.
You found my secret room, huh?
Yeah.
That's the "Wheel of Life" you're
listening to right there.
Yeah.
I just found the CD.
So, the party tomorrow.
You know where your friend's place is, right?
Mhm.
And you know how to get from Westchester to the airport?
Yeah.
I got directions on my phone and shit, so.
OK, cool.
So, just let me know if you get lost.
Yeah.
I'll give you a call.
Yeah, just call me or text me or, you know--
Yeah.
Or page me.
[chuckling]
And you know if you need a place to stay,
you're welcome here, OK?
You can stay here whenever you want.
Yeah.
CAL: You're welcome here. - Thanks.
Yeah, I appreciate it.
You going to sleep here?
You need anything?
Um, do you know "The Cat and the Moon"?
No, I don't think so.
That's OK.
Can I-- can I just leave the music on?
Sure.
There you go, cap'n.
Thank.
Goodnight.
[music playing]
SEAMUS: [inaudible] Like, they live a long time, right?
So, he's swimming around, and no one-- he doesn't have friends.
Like, he can't--
[door creaking]
Yo.
Sorry.
I was just roaming around.
I heard you talking about whales.
I don't know anybody here.
Yeah, they're not here yet.
I think your face actually looks better this way.
I was thinking the same thing.
I'm sure you heard Eliza broke up with me.
No, I didn't.
I'm sorry, man.
No, you're not.
I kind of fucked that up.
I honestly just hope she ends up happy.
Yeah, me too.
It's mad awkward tonight, though.
You know, I didn't tell anyone.
You didn't?
No.
Yo, I actually got you something.
You're always talking about how you want to learn French,
so I thought it might be easier with dirty words and shit.
Hey, I don't know if I ever told you this, but, um, I've never,
like, technically had friends before, like, back in Detroit.
Yo.
What?
You know what asshole is in French?
No.
What is it?
Enculer, yo.
Really?
Yeah.
You're a fucking enculer.
Yeah, I am.
But you're my enculer.
[chuckling]
There's no way it's pronounced enculer.
No, it is.
Because the-- oh, no, it's for sure not.
It just doesn't sound French.
No, because the accent's on the fucking E. So it's encul--
enculer.
En-- I don't fucking know, bro.
I told you-- (LAUGHING) I told you, man.
Can you read?
I have fucking dyslexia.
I told you.
[MUSIC - JENS NEKMAN, "A POSTCARD TO NINA"]
JENS NEKMAN (SINGING): His Catholic heart is big and slow.
You know I'll do anything for love,
but, Nina, what were you thinking of?
Homedog.
[inaudible] Where were you guys?
Just having a smoke outside.
Why-- why didn't you invite me?
Why-- why do I not get an invite?
It's not always about you.
I do-- 98% of the shit I do in my life is with you.
[chatter]
JENS NEKMAN (SINGING): But, Nina, I
can be your boyfriend, so you can stay with your girlfriend.
Your father's mailing me all the time.
He says he just wants to say hi.
I send back out of office auto replies.
Nina, I just want to check in 'cause I think about you
every second.
So I send you this postcard just to say,
don't let anyone stand in your way.
Yours truly, Jens Lekman.
Don't let anyone stand in your way.
[music playing]