[ambient music]
- I'm glad I got all of you here today.
narrator: Marcus had suffered through breakups before,
but he had always instigated them,
even if only through subterfuge.
This time around, he'd been resoundingly
and inexplicably dumped.
- But if it does, you got three options:
run, hide, or fight.
Now if you choose to run, do not stall.
Looking for your phone could cost you your life.
Now, if you find yourself in a situation
where you gotta fight,
you're gonna want to grab anything--
and I mean anything--
that can be used as a weapon, okay?
You--what are you gonna grab? Think fast.
- Uh, a hot pot of coffee.
- Good. You, name another weapon.
- Uh, mini fridge, butcher knife,
my PEN America award.
- And you.
Hey, with the phone?
What are you gonna use as a weapon, huh?
Come on, I got a gun pointed at you.
- Okay, well, I-I would like to shoot him.
Uh,
I'd like to shoot myself right now, you know?
Or you.
Love to shoot you.
And Jenna, come on, a hot pot of coffee?
Someone's coming at you with a gun,
you gonna throw a hot pot of coffee on him?
You know that's gonna piss them off more, right?
- W--I'm sorry for taking this seriously.
- You know, and what good is running and hiding
when you're getting shot at?
Bullets are faster than legs, right?
I mean, come on science, you know?
Everybody's catching bullets. You gonna catch a bullet.
I'm catching a bullet. You're catching a bullet.
- Marcus. - What?
- You're scaring me.
Okay, he's scaring me.
- You're scaring her.
[light electronic music]
- This breakup is messing you up, man.
So wait, you're not allowed back in the office?
- No, I'm allowed in the office.
I'm just taking a voluntary two-week leave.
- Oh, yeah, good, good.
- Yeah, man, seriously.
- Yo, can you put that shit away?
Ah, bro, you got to protect your mental, fam.
You will fucking go crazy looking at that shit.
[chuckles] Am I right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Yeah, 100%.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Yeah, I think I'm gonna get the oysters or--
- You're gonna share the fucking oysters.
- Bro, enough, enough, enough.
- No, Yogi's right. It's not healthy.
You need, like, a digital detox.
- Mm-hmm. For real.
- Nah, you know what I need? I need some fresh air.
- That's a good idea, yeah. Relax.
You know, work on some, like, mental health stuff.
You know?
- I got an idea. - What?
- Atlantic City.
- I was-- I was thinking something
a little bit more low-key, you know?
Like, maybe just go chill in the forest.
Like, just go fishing,
stare at the stars.
- Yes, camping.
Yeah, Tina owe me anyway.
Took her to get her nails done last week
and they gave me a pedicure too, right?
There's like fish that eat the shit off your feet, right?
But I didn't know that. I was stepping on
them mother fuckers, you know what I'm saying?
'Cause they didn't tell me they would give me a fish one.
Killed like seven fish. The guy was like,
"Oh you gotta pay. 8 bucks a fish."
- What are we talking about right now?
- When you go to the place they, like--
- We're talking about Marcus right now--
- I'm saying-- - What the fuck you talking
about fish on your feet for?
- I need this shit, bro. I'ma fucking snap
like Christopher Dorner over here.
[laughter]
I'm camping. I'm in for sure.
- Yeah? - Yes, I'm in.
- Kian, you in? - Uh...
- All right, yeah, no, if-- if you're busy,
don't worry about it. - Your ass is coming.
I don't wanna hear nothing else, bro.
- Yeah, all right. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll come.
Yeah, let's do this. Let's get it on.
- Let's get fucked up.
[laughs]
[smooth electronic music]
♪ ♪
- Bro, tropical Swishers?
- Whoa, whoa, bro.
Watch your tone, okay? Only God can judge.
These bitches hit like a smoothie, trust me.
- Yeah, I know. Let me hit that shit when you're done.
- Whoa, there's no smoking in the car.
- What?
- This is a vintage fourth-generation Ford Bronco
that I have customized, okay?
- I don't know why we in this bitch anyway.
Who picking up two Black dudes in a Ford Bronco?
- Oh, come on, no one even makes that association anymore.
- You sure?
- Uh, they might, they might.
Well, next time we'll go in your Honda Odyssey.
How does that sound? - Damn, that's a low blow.
I have a family, bro. - All right.
- That I do not give a fuck about this weekend.
Ha, ha! Yeah.
What you think about this right here.
- Why do you have those little bottles?
- Man, you know what remind me of my childhood?
When you little, these a fifth!
After school, "Power Rangers"--bam.
Two of these--"BeetleBorgs."
- That is the darkest shit I've ever heard in my life.
- Turned out good, man. Here.
- Man, this is, uh--
this is Mia's favorite vodka.
- Marcus, please.
Please, no Mia this weekend, bro.
- Right, right, right-- - You just drink, man.
You too, man. Here.
- No, dude, I'm driving.
- Man, it's vacation.
- Bro, I know it's vacation.
I'm the one who brought the shrooms.
- In the form of a chocolate bar.
Wow, hardcore.
- That's right, baby. Got 'em from Amsterdam.
They gonna get you so fucked up,
you'll be seeing fucking...
flies.
- Flies? - Flies?
- You know what I mean. Like-- - All right.
Yeah, play some music in this bitch.
Who phone is this? - Oh, that's my phone.
No, no, no, no. I don't-- uh, no.
That's my phone, yeah.
And my phone doesn't have any, um,
good tunes on it.
- No good tunes? What is it, a fucking iPod shuffle?
- All right. It's all right. I-I-I'll play mine.
- See, my man got a phone.
- Y'all into freak folk?
- Freak folk?
[Vashti Bunyan song plays]
- ♪ I'd like to walk around ♪
♪ In your mind someday ♪
- What is this, like, Amish R&B?
- ♪ I'd like to walk all over ♪
- No shit, boy, this shit sound like
somebody about to milk a bull or some shit.
Like, y'all hear this shit?
- ♪ I'd like to run and jump ♪
- It's not bad.
- ♪ On your solitude ♪
- Right? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
- ♪ I'd like to rearrange your attitude to me ♪
♪ ♪
[cicadas screeching]
- Oh-ho-ho.
Damn!
- Okay, okay. Not bad.
Not bad. - Yeah, not gonna lie.
I thought your cheap ass about to get us a little pup tent
and this is definitely for the come through, bro.
- Why am I always a cheap ass when I'm paying for everything?
- Okay, whoa, whoa, first of all, it's a joke, okay?
Second of all, what the fuck is wrong with you right now?
- What? - Bro, you been acting
like a bitch the whole fucking ride.
- No, I have not. - Bro, the phone shit,
the music, like-- - Come on.
- Bro, I got him moping around, Mr. Heartbreak over here.
I-I don't need it from you today.
- I'm fine, dude. Let it go. - Your Bitcoin crash?
You gotta sell your fossils or some shit?
- Do you really wanna know?
- No, not when you say it like that.
That sounds serious.
Look, whatever it is, not this weekend, okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Okay? Not today, not tomorrow.
- Come on, let's get it in. - Give me this, all right?
- Come on, let's do it. - Man.
- Yo, look at the yurt!
What you think? - Yo, yo, y'all ready?
- Hell yeah. Let's check it out.
- Oh, all right.
- Oh, yeah, there it is, right there.
That's my bed right here.
Oh, my God, bro. - Uh-huh.
- I'm sleeping alone tonight.
Like, no kids stomping on my nuts talking about,
"Oh, we see a monster."
I'm going straight balls to the blanket in this bitch.
Mm.
Oh, no, bro.
Tell you what we're not gonna do is this shit.
Give me that. - Oh! What, bro?
What if I have a work emergency?
- I'll let you know if there's a fire
at the book factory, bro. Relax.
- [sighs]
[relaxing electronic music]
So the whole time, it wasn't even a mountain lion.
It was a golden retriever.
Bro, that's not funny. It was nighttime.
- Bro, no, it's just like-- you city as hell.
- That was my last pair of drawers too.
I was like-- [laughter]
Oh, shit. - Oh man.
Yo, is he okay? - I should go.
- I think they got pictures of him on that Epstein island.
- [laughs]
- Hey, get you some of that, but don't fill up.
- All right, all right. - Light that grill up, man.
- All right.
- What's up with you, bro? You good?
- Yeah, man. Yeah.
Look at him. He has no idea what he's doing.
He's so confused.
That is a barbecue.
- No, no, we got charcoal.
We just don't have any lighter fluid.
- Ain't no lighter fluid, bro. Get, like, some--
some newspaper, like, a magazine or something.
- Yeah, no, let's go to Hudson News
and get some newspaper and magazines.
No, dude, you need some sticks because wood produces heat.
- You only cook your own food bro.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, do you have any of those
little liquor bottles that you had earlier?
- Yeah, I do. - All right.
- In your pocket too. - It's my sidearm.
I don't wanna hear shit. - [laughs]
- Here we go. - What are you about to do?
You about to liquor the-- oh, God.
I'm about to get back. I don't even wanna be here.
- All right, y'all ready? - Here we go.
- Don't burn them bald eagle eyebrows off.
- Bam. Bam. - Wow.
- Wow, he knows how to make fire.
See, this how the cavemen did it.
- I believed in you.
- Bam! Fire baby! - It is alive!
- Man, bro...
that fish was fire.
[ukulele playing]
- Man, that fish was...
slammin'.
- A little lemon. - Hell yeah.
- Look at us, bro.
Becoming one with nature.
- Yeah, this is nice.
- Tomorrow we go fishing, eat what we catch.
Unless it's carp.
Carp got, like, hella PCBs in it,
you know what I'm saying? I saw it on YouTube for real.
For real. - All right, so
what sort of fish should we be angling for?
- Oh, that's that cornball shit.
- [laughs] - There it is.
I'm glad my boy is back. I needed that.
Man, I needed one cornball punchline
for the night.
Glad you back, man.
- I'd like to make a toast.
- Let's get it.
- Um...
as both of you know, these last couple of months
have been some of the shittiest of my life.
- Hey, hey, hey. Uh-uh, fuck her, bro.
- But I'm feeling a lot less shitty right now,
and I think that's because of you guys.
So cheers.
I love y'all.
- We love you too, man.
- I'm dating Emily.
- Uh--[chuckles] Wait, what?
- Please tell me you're talking about
old girl from "The Bachelor" that husband died
in that plane crash?
- Like, my-- my ex-wife, Emily?
- I saw her at a party a couple months back.
We just started talking and it just happened,
and then it happened again.
And I didn't even want to say anything
unless I thought it was real.
But Marcus, man, I think it's real.
And I'm so sorry
to be springing this on you
when you are...
I think we're gonna build a future together.
I am so...
deeply sorry, Marcus.
Do you hate me?
Please don't fucking hate me, man.
Please don't hate me, Marcus.
- I think it's beautiful, man.
- What? Are you serious?
Marcus, man, you're amazing.
Dude.
You are fuck--dude, you're fucking beautiful.
Get in here.
You are fucking beautiful.
I love--this is the fucking man right here.
- He's the fucking man.
- Oh, I feel so relieved that you said that.
I miss you too.
[ambient music]
I cannot wait to see you.
Yeah. [laughs]
You're so--I love you, babe.
I love you. I love you.
It's all gonna be good now.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- [clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
- But if I fall in, then it's like--
[indistinct chatter]
- Well, if you give me 50, [inaudible]
- I'll give you 100 bucks.
♪ ♪
narrator: Marcus had come on this trip
in order to climb out of the pit of despair.
But so far, the pit had only gotten deeper still.
He was desperate for catharsis.
It was a problem which, in the moment,
seemed to have one obvious solution--
psychedelics.
♪ ♪
- That might be in my top three times grilling, bro.
- All right. - Like, sometimes you just
throw down, you know what I'm saying?
Like-- - Fuck yeah.
- Man. - That's the fucking thing--
- Uh-oh, look at your boy. - Oh, here he comes.
- There he is. Sleeping beauty.
- Yo, yo. - Pop a squat, baby.
- Got a pole for you right there, bro.
- All right. - Man versus nature out here.
Got this bet going.
Who's gonna catch a fish first?
- 'Bout to be the easiest 2 grand I ever won.
- Hey, you sleep okay?
- Uh, sure, yeah.
- Well, I slept like a rock, man.
Just a world off my chest.
Just, like, I really appreciate
you completely understanding
about this whole Emily situation.
Seriously, I appreciate that.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, no, totally.
- Yeah, like this--is this supposed to happen like that?
- What do you think, bro? - I don't--I haven't--
- Look, does mine look like that?
Look at mine and now-- and now look at yours.
- Oh, maybe this is advanced. - I got a question.
Were you, like, always attracted to Emily?
Like--like even when we were married?
- Oh, no. Here we go.
- No. - No?
- I swear. I mean, honestly,
it came out of nowhere.
- Okay. All right.
I mean, it's just like...
you got her a bottle of Dom for her 30th birthday,
I mean, you never bought me a bottle of Dom so--
- I can't believe you're still hanging on to that, dude.
- Hanging on to what?
I mean, the fact that you're in love with my ex-wife?
Yeah, man. Like, maybe a little bit, yeah.
- Can we fish? You guys wanna fish?
- Listen, listen. - How about we fish?
- I get that this is weird,
but can we move past all this bro code shit, please?
- Move past it? - Yeah.
- Move--we were together for seven years.
- Come on, y'all-- - I'm just saying,
we're together. - Wow, okay.
Okay. - What?
- How'd you win her over, man? - What does that mean?
- Like, did you get her a trip on a PJ, a weekend in Aspen?
You--did you, like, buy her a fucking Banksy or some shit?
- Yeah, yeah, first of all-- - How did you win her over?
- Banksy's a hack, and I know it sounds crazy,
but she likes me for me. For what this is.
Yeah, you know what? Fuck you, Marcus.
- Come on. - You didn't fucking love her
and you didn't have the balls to tell her.
So instead you had this emotional affair
and then Emily had to break up with you.
- What happened between me and Emily
is none of your fucking business.
- Actually, it is my business.
She's my girlfriend now
and I have to undo the damage that you did to her.
After you basically told her that you never loved her,
she moved into her parents' basement
and she suffered from a severe case of psoriasis
because of fucking you.
So stop all your whining
and just be grateful that she's moved on.
- I didn't know-- I didn't know about that.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
It wasn't severe.
I was being hyperbolic about that.
- All right.
I'm gonna go for a ride. - Marcus.
- No, no, no. - Come on, bro.
- I'll be back. I'll be back.
[Jefferson Airplane's "Today"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Today ♪
♪ I feel like pleasing you more than before ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Today ♪
♪ I know what I wanna do ♪
♪ But I don't know what for ♪
♪ To be living for you ♪ - Mia.
- ♪ Is all I want to do ♪ - [Mia laughs]
[rustles] - Mia?
♪ ♪
- ♪ To be loving you ♪
♪ It'll all be there when my dreams come true ♪
♪ ♪
narrator: As Marcus stared at the bike's reflector,
he recalled when he first rode to Mia's apartment
in an attempt to share his feelings.
If he had never done that,
he would have never ended up here.
- [shouts]
♪ ♪
- ♪ To be any more than all I am ♪
- Fuck!
♪ ♪
- ♪ I'm so full of love ♪
- Hey, man.
Dude, I'm sorry I fucked up.
Ruined the whole trip.
But there'll be others, you know?
Well, maybe not with the three of us.
- Kian. Kian, shut the fuck up.
Please shut up.
- I just--sorry,
you didn't happen to eat
the mushroom chocolate, did you?
- And have a bad trip 'cause of you too?
Hm, no, thank you.
- Well, someone ate a whole bunch of it
and it wasn't me and it wasn't you.
- Are you serious?
- You don't think he, like, did something?
- What you mean? - He's depressed.
He's on a lot of hallucinogenics.
I don't know. - All right,
go get the fucking keys, man.
We gotta go. - Should we eat first?
- Bro, go get the keys. - Okay.
- Jesus.
- Hey, dude. I'm starting to get worried.
Should we call the cops, man?
- Bro, it's very few situations where I feel comfortable
calling the cops.
- A girl went missing up at my beach house a few summers back.
We thought she drowned.
Thankfully, she was just, like,
passed out, washed up on a dune.
Same summer though, got hit by a drunk driver--
she died.
Oh, terrible story, man.
- Why is that a story for right now?
- I'm just saying--
- Why is it a story for right now?
- It's not gonna happen for Marcus.
I'm just saying it's a potential.
- Hello?
Hello!
Hello, hi!
[slurs words] Hello, hi! Help!
Hello?
H-hey--
[line ringing]
- Hey, this is Mia. Leave a message.
[phone beeps]
- Mia, hi, uh...
Hey, man, it's me. Um....
uh...
I'm--I'm--I'm so--
I'm so lost and tired
and I'm--I'm freaking out.
And I took some--some drugs.
I took some--some--some chocolate mushroom drugs,
and I'm not-- I'm not having a good time.
I think I might be dying.
Uh...
I threw my bike in a lake,
and I-I think I saw you sinking with it
but I couldn't get to you. I was, like--
I just couldn't-- I just couldn't reach you
and I'm afraid that, like, no one's gonna find me
because I look like a tree.
And, uh, I don't know-- I don't know where I am.
I don't know who I am.
Mia, what--
Why wasn't I good enough?
Why--it's like--
it's like you don't even exist.
I mean, are you real?
I mean like, are you even--are you in real?
Just--Mia, just please, just talk to me, okay?
Would you just-- would you talk to--
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Fuck!
- It's still going to voicemail.
- We should have seen him by now, dude.
I'm starting to freak out.
- Bro, this like some "Blair Witch" shit.
[engine sputtering]
- What the-- - Are you serious?
- What is going on here?
Come on.
This is a nightmare.
- I just put 10 Gs in this thing!
- Are you fucking serious?
- Dude, the guy said he re-did the fucking engine.
- Fuck!
He re-did his fucking wallet with your 10 grand
is what the fuck he did.
- What the fuck?
Marcus!
- Can you fix it? - Fix what?
- The fucking car, Kian!
- I don't know how to fix a car!
Here--Jesus, oh my God.
- Don't touch it, don't touch it.
- Yo, give me your hands for a second.
[indistinct chatter]
- Shit. - You okay?
both: Marcus!
- Marcus!
Marcus!
- I think we're lost, dude.
- Fuck.
Marcus!
Oh, shit.
Bro, come on man. Come on, bro.
- Come on. Are you all right? Wake up.
- Get him up, get him up. - Man, can you see me?
- Get him up, get him up, get him up.
- Oh, shit. - [groans]
- Are you all right, man?
- No, man.
No, no, I'm...
I'm not okay.
I am...
I am a bad person.
I've been a bad husband.
I drove Emily to you.
- I mean, I do have redeeming qualities but continue, yeah.
- Yeah. and then I finally find the woman of my dreams,
basically, and-- and then she just--
she leaves me with no explanation.
So I mean, I just--yeah you're--you're right, Kian.
I'm an asshole and this is my punishment.
- Hey, man, come on, let's just get back to the campsite.
- No, no, no, no, not--
not until I break the cycle.
- What? - I got to break the cycle.
Somebody hit me. - What?
- No-no, in the face.
Somebody hit me in the face.
- Nobody's hitting you in the face.
- Dude, if anything, you should be hitting me in the face.
I'm the asshole, okay?
I lied to you, man.
I had a huge crush on Emily while you guys were married.
I'm sorry. - And I-I knew that.
I knew that. I--I saw you
graze her butt one time, but I didn't say anything
because I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
But I knew, you know?
- I honestly don't even remember that.
I'm sorry that you even saw that.
Dude, I love you, man.
I love you, man. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, man. I mean, fuck.
- Hey, hey, hey, this shit is beautiful--
- It was really out of nowhere. - Guys, guys,
can we get back to the campsite
before we get ate, please? - No, no.
Not until someone hits me in the f--
[grunts] - Whoa!
- There we go. - The fuck was that?
- That's the stuff.
[Marcus groans]
- I just wanted a fucking relax weekend, bro.
I've been babysitting you motherfuckers the whole time.
Does anybody wanna know how the fuck I'm doing?
- You okay?
- Tina's pregnant again, man.
- Oh, congratulations.
- That's great, man.
- Every time you have a kid, it's like
a little piece of yourself-- you just lose it.
Like, I have to be on all the fucking time.
It's like-- [sighs]
I'm giving when I have nothing left.
- I'm so sorry for being such a shitty friend, bro.
- Bro, stop. Stop. It's not about you, bro.
Like, bro, I love you to death
but you can be a little fucking self-absorbed sometimes.
I get it, man. Mia did a number on you,
but you can't let that shit consume you
for the rest of your life.
You also can't fucking consume enough drugs for three people.
- I know. - Look, man,
you might have to accept the fact
that she had her reasons
and just move the fuck on.
You don't know what Mia going through.
You may never know.
And you gotta be okay with that, bro.
I know you hurting, man. I'm sorry bro.
I really am, man.
I'm sorry that shit happened to you.
Oh, God. Okay.
- You were fucking 100% on that.
- I love you, man. - Dude.
[sentimental music]
I love you, man. - Jesus Christ.
You scared the shit out of us, man.
- Yeah, man.
Oh. - [groans]
♪ ♪
- You said you wanted to look at the stars.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
[birds calling]
- What is happening? Come on, get up.
Hey, get up.
- [grunts]
Come on, knock it off.
Slept on the ground at home, shit.
- We should get back to the camp.
Come on, guys. Let's go.
- [groans] With what? The busted-ass Bronco?
You got AAA?
- My assistant will deal with it.
Just--let's just go.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, how are we getting home though?
I told Tina I'd be back by 12:00.
- Just call her and tell her
you're gonna be a little late.
- Nah, that's not gonna work, bro.
She don't buy that shit.
I gotta get home, bro.
Like a park ranger or some shit?
A Mountie?
God. [groans]
- Wait.
I have a better idea.
- Oh, my God. - Hi.
- Love you so much right now.
- Hi. - You okay?
- Yo, have you seen her since y'all split?
- Nope.
- Hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hi.
- So you dating anyone?
- [laughs]
Yeah, it's been a bit of a whirlwind.
- Well, I'm really happy for you guys.
- Thank you.
Sorry about all your shit.
Kian told me what happened.
- No, no, that's okay. It is what it is.
- I've been there.
- I'm sorry, Em.
I really, really am.
[John Cale & Brian Eno's "Spinning Away"]
♪ ♪
- I appreciate that.
♪ ♪
Well, hang in there, all right?
- Thanks. I will.
- Hope you find what you're looking for.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Mmm ♪
♪ Up on a hill ♪
♪ As the day dissolves ♪ - Yo, yo.
Got your bag, bro. - Oh, thanks, man.
- ♪ With my pencil turning moments into line ♪
♪ ♪
♪ High above ♪
♪ ♪
♪ In the violet sky ♪
♪ A silent silver plane ♪
♪ It draws a golden chain ♪
♪ One by one ♪
♪ ♪
♪ All the stars appear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ As the great winds of the planet spiral in ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Spinning away ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Like the night sky above ♪
♪ In the million insect storm ♪
♪ The constellations form ♪
♪ On a hill ♪