Let's hear it for Bush.
Thank you!
Woodstock '99, day one. Pow!
If you can't sleep tonight, there's a rave right over there in the hangar.
Party all night.
Friday the 23rd was my 29th birthday.
I decided to go to the rave hangar with a bunch of our production crew.
Oh, babe. Oh!
We were so excited.
You could fucking feel the energy as you approached the hangar.
There was just the crush of 60,000 people.
It was kind of like looking into the first ring of hell
if the first ring of hell were fun.
It was just unhinged.
Everybody in various states of undress and just high as balls.
We're a little high.
At one point, this cute little hippie chick
in fairy wings came up to me.
She was like, "Hey, do you want some ecstasy?"
And even though I knew that I had to work the next day,
I was like, "Sure, I'm turning 29. Let's do this."
Everyone was enjoying themselves, but you could feel it.
Like, there was no control.
Fuck you.
There was no one to tell you, "Hey, you're taking it too far."
You know, you have hundreds of thousands of people on the site,
and most of them are naked. It's an invitation for trouble.
It was the train off the tracks.
You did not know what was gonna happen next.
-I woke up at00 a.m.
I kind of feel weird.
And I'm like, "What is wrong with me?"
And I take a look in the mirror, and my eyeballs are the size of cue balls.
They're just… Pwong. Like so dilated. And I realize, "Holy shit,
that ecstasy that I took four hours ago is now kicking in."
"And now I'm in for a ride."
I tried to go back to bed for an hour to try and kind of sleep it off.
But I was just vibrating like, "Oh my God."
"Just breathe. Just breathe."
-"You've got to get going." -You're late.
So, I strapped on all my gear and my walkie-talkie, and like,
"Okay, let's go. We're going back into the festival."
It was just such a surreal thing to walk into.
I mean, Friday, it had been very beautiful.
But then today, we're living in filth.
Can we get your reaction this morning on the outhouse facilities?
It is just nasty.
-How nasty? -Can I curse on…?
-Oh! Smell that.
Oh!
-Nastiest thing I've ever seen. -Has anyone used the bathroom?
It's like going into a bathroom and not flushing it for a whole year
and stepping into it. It's disgusting.
We gotta close the door, man. Thanks a lot. Oh, I'm gonna be sick.
Saturday was supposed to be the greatest day
of the greatest rock festival of the decade.
Limp Bizkit, Kid Rock, Fatboy Slim.
Let's go, guys! Let's go!
But that's not what any of us who were actually there remember it for.
Saturday was the day everything started to fall apart.
Hello?
The porta-potties were just the tip of the iceberg.
In the production office, we started hearing tales
of multiple breakdowns in the infrastructure around the festival.
We show up Saturday to work security,
and we had to walk, you know, probably a good half-mile down the runway.
It was just almost like a layer of trash that you had to shuffle through
to get to the stage.
Okay, fine, you're not going to get every piece of trash.
But this was literally like they did nothing.
The place was disgusting.
Garbage cans were few and far between, it seemed,
and overflowing if there were any.
Like all departments, the Sanitation Department had budget cuts.
Trash services and the sewage services were all farmed out.
So we're relying on all these subcontractors.
And whether it was not having enough people, or just like,
"Hey, it's a festival. Let's go and have fun."
Unfortunately, they did not do their jobs.
Woodstock, day number two. Have fun.
Turn my guitar up loud, loud, loud.
You are free to throw your plastic bottles when I start this record.
I was up in the tower, looking down at the stage,
and I could see trash every place.
And I said, "That is gonna be the downfall of Woodstock '99,
what you're looking at right there."
"Because these kids are not gonna be happy."
"We're not taking good enough care of them."
They wanted the Woodstock spirit
from Woodstock '69.
I was 27 at the original Woodstock,
and it was one of the most important events of my life.
I mean, it was peace and love.
My mom was a huge part of Woodstock '69.
She was instrumental in getting all the food for the free kitchens.
To see that many people get along with each other
and take care of each other, it changed my life.
So, I wanted to keep Woodstock '99 beautiful.
And I knew that we were looking at a disaster
if we left the trash on the ground.
Where's Waste Management?
So, I took it upon myself to get a bunch of trash bags
and go out and hand them out.
She didn't know. She didn't know what she was gonna get into.
Trash bags for your area. Trash bags for your area.
Come on. Everybody, help out.
One person said to me,
"I paid $150 to be here. You should clean it up."
And I said, "Well, this is a different kind of Woodstock."
Maybe these kids don't have enough love.
Maybe they're acting this way--
Okay, this is a piece of art.
This is a piece of art.
Come on. Back up on its end. On its end. This way.
When you're in an environment like this,
and you don't have enough infrastructure
to support the number of people that are there…
…then it starts to cause things to unravel.
I mean, if it looks like the venue doesn't care, then why should you care?
Behind the scenes, the producers of this event were disorganized.
I mean, there was so much happening on-site,
and Michael and John, they were not really paying attention
to the logistical problems.
We are backstage at Woodstock '99 with three,
what look like very happy dudes, three kingpins.
You got Ossie Kilkenny, Michael Lang, John Scher.
How's it going? You look all happy. Things must be going very well.
Well, things are going very nicely. We're about halfway through.
We were having fun.
We had worked a year to plan this.
And it was working.
It seems so well organized. It's so well put together.
There is no festival like Woodstock in the world.
Yes, issues existed, but they were isolated.
I mean, nobody came thinking they were gonna stay
at the Ritz-Carlton.
It's been a great success.
Everything has come to expectations.
And what's most important for everybody here,
everyone's enjoying it.
You don't see anybody out there saying anything negative.
-Assholes! -It's fucked up, man.
-It's not good. -It is fucked up, man.
They're just sitting there with blinders on.
Like, "Hey, it's all good."
How about pleasant surprises?
Things you might have not expected to go as well as they did.
Well, I think the weather turned out to work very much in our favor.
Day one was hot, but day two, it was like a furnace.
I mean, there was a lot of concrete.
Hot, beating, like, Lawrence of Arabia-type sun beating down.
All right, you wanna rock?
Yeah!
All right.
From Detroit… Kid Rock!
By now, everybody's getting hyped up for Kid Rock.
And it's the hottest part of the hottest day of the year.
Kid Rock comes out in this big fur coat.
First thing I'm thinking is, like, "Holy shit. He's insane."
And he throws it off, and it was like James Brown-type stuff.
And he just goes, "My name is Kid!"
I was off to the side of the crowd.
The band was going crazy, and the crowd was going crazy.
It was hot where I was standing, and I didn't have anybody next to me,
so I can only imagine the temperature within the pit.
It must have been a fucking toaster oven.
I was assigned to a tent that was right next to the stage.
The sun was burning,
and the humidity and the heat were so high that standing still,
you would just literally be drenched in your own perspiration.
People were being brought out who were unconscious due to heatstroke,
and their skin was literally dry to the touch.
Do you see how hot it is, folks?
Look at his face. You can just see how hot it is.
I can't feel my legs anymore.
More than 1,000 people have been treated
for heat exhaustion and dehydration
at the Woodstock '99 music festival in Upstate New York.
This was not a walk in the park. I completely underestimated this event.
I said to myself, "We're fucked."
"We're fucked."
Water! Water! Water! Water!
Give them some water, goddamn it.
Water! Water! Water! Water!
People were trying desperately to find shade wherever they could.
It was like the scarcest thing on the planet,
and people were seeking it out everywhere.
There was really no place for you to get out of this situation, okay?
They hadn't provided it.
What does that say about the producers to a kid who's coming, paying their money
and wanting to have this wonderful "Woodstock" experience?
Okay? It says they don't give a fuck about you.
This little octagon here will get me a lot of places here at Woodstock '99.
Right behind me, past those heavily fortified gates you see,
that's the artists' compound.
Backstage, the atmosphere was great.
We had tons and tons of dressing-room trailers
that were well-appointed, we had chefs.
And at one point, we had a big barbecue going.
The acts got treated great.
-How are you? -Cool.
I arrived on the Saturday in a stretch limo.
I remember there was a really big thing that we all had to sign.
It sort of felt a little bit more like walking down a red carpet
at an awards ceremony than arriving at a festival.
Everything was sponsored out of its mind.
Budweiser beer. You're watching Woodstock '99!
Whoo!
There's a place giving away Converse gear if you wanna blag some stuff.
Absolutely.
You guys are cool to hook us up.
Peace and love equals capitalistic venture.
There you go. Let's call a spade a spade. Come on.
It didn't have that "peace and love,"
and "we're all in it, this, together," sense of community.
We were really spoiled at Woodstock.
But you went over that wall and…
it's a hundred degrees. They're standing on tarmac.
They're paying, like, eight dollars for a burrito.
The kids are just getting gouged left and right.
And come Saturday, they were pissed.
And that was when they started to throw stuff at us for the first time.
Suddenly, concertgoers were taking aim at us.
At MTV.
People are now throwing hats and other things.
They knew that we were live on air. They were fucking with us.
Awesome. This right here is Woodstock '99 at its finest.
You would hear a handful of change, or a battery,
you know, kind of like ricochet off the set.
I have to be looking at the tower.
I can't be looking at the crowd to see a rock that's coming at my head.
It was, like, really terrifying.
We're starting to feel like a target.
Like, we represented something to them that they resented.
I'm sick of the Backstreet Boys on MTV Live. I'm sick of that .
-You know, it's bull-- -Don't hold back on me.
I'm not holding back. I hate that sh--
There you go.
-Welcome the Backstreet Boys.
In the late '90s, MTV was the embodiment of what the music industry became
from Woodstock '69 to Woodstock '99.
It was no longer about revolution.
It was more about, "Buy my T-shirt."
Joey McIntyre, "Stay the Same." You'd better go pick it up.
To the rock fan, MTV VJs do not seem like one of them.
I mean, they were the face of this corporate monolith
that was bastardizing their music.
"You guys are selling out," or "Corporate's trying to come in
and ruin our fun. We wanna be free."
Suck a fucking dick.
I don't know if it was just a generational shift
in youth culture, but they were done.
The Backstreet Boys.
People were mad.
This guy came up behind me and tried to burn my ass with a cigar.
And there's not enough security here to stop it.
Honestly, there was not enough security for 250,000 people.
Security at Woodstock '99 was kind of a joke.
It was like, you know, kids with yellow T-shirts.
In 1999, I was still 18 at that point.
I ran graffiti, chasing after girls,
nightclubs, and all the festivities that came along with it.
This guy said, "Hey, I need to sign people up
for security detail for Woodstock '99."
"We'll be paying you $500 to come."
You know, it was pretty much, "Sign this form, and you're security."
We almost had to take a look behind our shoulders twice and go,
"Us? Really?" You know, "You sure?"
We didn't want anybody uniformed, or anybody carrying a gun.
We didn't want the influences of the government
or of the, you know, police state or whatever.
So the security that we hired,
they were not armed.
They were peace patrol.
What's Woodstock mean to you guys?
For me, it's money, and sex, and bitches, truthfully.
Wow. These guys have really captured the spirit of Woodstock.
We met people from local neighborhoods in Brooklyn that we knew.
And I was like, "Who has a joint? Let's smoke."
None of these people were doing what they were supposed to from day one.
At some point, someone approached me and asked what did that T-shirt do for me.
So being an opportunist, I said, "This T-shirt does anything you want."
Knowing it didn't do that. "Oh, does it get me backstage?"
"Yeah, it gets you backstage." "You wanna sell it?"
"Four hundred dollars."
I'll take it. I have another shirt in my bag.
It was laughable, you know?
Like, "Look at this. What a joke this is."
We could see how this is gonna go.
Come on! Yeah!
Show it. Show it.
By midway through the festival,
a lot of the crowd realized they could do whatever they wanted
without fear of repercussions or consequences.
-Nice butterfly. -Thank you very much.
-Hey, that girl needs a rub.
I started seeing large groups of dudes hanging out, surrounding women,
you know, chanting in their faces to take off their bikini tops.
Mob psychology is getting maybe a little dangerous here.
Hey, guys, give her some room. You're getting scary here.
-Can you guys give me some room? -Please. She'll suffocate.
One young woman had just body-surfed over the crowd.
And I said, "How was it?" I'm thinking it was great.
You know, she's body-surfing.
Um, and she goes, "Well, I hate all men now."
There's the people that are legit trying to carry you
and actually move you along like they're supposed to be.
But there's equally as many dudes, like, grabbing your boob
and, you know, getting a squeeze on your butt as they're passing you along.
And, you know, I was young. I was 14.
Like, I had never had those kind of hands, you know, in those places.
I think from Saturday on,
I heard some reports that the women were pushed around.
But there were a lot of women who voluntarily had their tops off.
And then you get into a mosh pit, and you get crowd-surfed.
Could somebody have touched their breasts?
Yes. I'm sure they did.
What could I have done about it?
I'm not sure I could have done anything.
Looking back on it, it's sad that in the '90s
those things were just kind of the way that it was,
and it was accepted.
The whole weekend, there was a lack of respect.
Lack of respect from the promoters to us.
Lack of respect from the attendees to the grounds.
Lack of respect of men to women.
So, there was a lot of anger and hostility building up.
It was, like, the wildest thing.
We got Limp Bizkit tonight.
Best of luck to everyone here for no serious injuries tonight.
Although, I don't know.
I hope they've stocked up on their stretchers and their bandages.
I was a huge fan of Limp Bizkit, and we were super excited to see them.
I think they're happy to see Limp Bizkit here.
At that moment, they were one of the biggest bands in the world.
Are you gonna be able to tear things up, drive them nuts, just go wild?
This was really their moment.
And, to me, Limp Bizkit were the biggest draw
in terms of why the young people were making this pilgrimage
to the middle of New York.
The fans of Limp Bizkit did not come from any elitist groups.
This was your average rock fan.
And they were champions to the underdogs of the world.
It's all about the nookie!
-It's all about the nookie! -Yeah!
Their big song was "Nookie."
And if I need to get pumped? Absolutely I rock out to that.
"Nookie" took over the summer, and everybody was constantly singing it.
Fred Durst wasn't like a famous rock star.
He was like one of us. He wore DC shirts.
He wore a baseball hat backwards. And you could relate to him so much.
I loved how, just, they didn't give a fuck. Period.
See you in jail.
He was just like the ringleader. He'd always just get…
He would get people to do the craziest shit.
Well, Woodstock, it's been a pretty mellow afternoon.
But you know what? That shit is over.
We're at the barricade, right?
After what we had been through with Korn the night before…
you know, there was a little bit of, like, apprehension.
Okay, now people might be on day two of their multiday no-sleep bender.
Lots more drugs. Lots more alcohol.
What's coming up?
The one, the only…
Limp Bizkit!
When you walk out on stage, and 250,000 people
are looking back at you,
and you can go like this, and they all… It's like you're an orchestra conductor.
Are you ready to get this motherfucker going?
And they are your orchestra.
All right, y'all. From the front to the back like this.
And that's what Fred did. Like, he was out there moving them.
Just like this.
Now, everybody, get up!
The mosh pit was just like nothing I'd ever seen before.
As a hungry young reporter,
I saw this as being a really great opportunity.
There's not another reporter here
that's going to venture into that mosh pit.
I am going in.
I am in this pit speaking into my microphone,
pushing people off of me, ducking out of the way.
I'm in the pit about 100 feet away from the stage.
I've been hit in the head with a Frisbee, a shoe.
Dave Blaustein, ABC News.
The crowd was, like, undulating. They were almost one organism.
Bunch of crazy motherfuckers out there.
When you look at the tension that had been building up with the crowd,
it was a hand grenade.
This shit looks fucking insane.
During "Break Stuff" is when that hand grenade actually exploded.
I'm gonna ask you a personal question.
There's this little preamble. "How many of you people like NSYNC?"
And then you hear, "Boo!"
How many of you people here ever woke up one morning
and just decided it wasn't one of those days,
and you're gonna break some shit?
"Well, this is one of them days, y'all, where everything's fucked."
…where everything's fucked up.
"And you just wanna break some shit."
You could see Fred Durst's id, ego,
and superego battling it out on stage.
You see the look on his face, like,
"Holy shit."
You have a superego.
"All right, calm down, Fred. Just be good. Don't do anything crazy."
But then you have the id going, "Fuck, yeah! Let's do this!"
Time to reach deep down inside.
"Take all that negative energy…"
…and let that shit out of your fucking system.
You got girl problems? You got boy problems?
You got parent problems? You got boss problems?
You got job problems?
It was kind of like Fred understood what we were all going through
and spoke to each person in that crowd at that moment.
You feel me, Woodstock?
All right. Let's bring it out.
Then he has to add,
"Now, when this song kicks in, I want you to fucking kick in."
And that's it.
Kerosene, match. Boom.
It went from, "Oh, we're having a nice day."
"Oh, we're going to fucking destroy shit. We're gonna go crazy."
And they're diving all over each other.
People are getting trampled, bloody heads.
I mean, this is like triage. This is like warfare.
So, I'm standing on the barricade, there to try to protect the stage,
when it flashed into my head
that my good friend Chris was at the sound tower.
So at that point, I was working the sound tower
and sort of feeling all those people around us.
It was definitely intimidating.
We were, I don't know, ten guys on an island, right?
We were just surrounded by a crowd that's completely off the rails.
So the sound guys, they had actually hung a sign out there
that basically said, you know, "The Alamo" on it.
We start noticing people start banging against the plywood planks.
Then the next thing you know, you start getting some hands on top.
Then you start seeing heads, you know, people sort of pushing each other up.
That's when my heart rate started pumping. I mean, it was scary.
It's like a scene where zombies are coming over the castle walls.
People were rocking back and forth,
and there was plywood, and they're trying to rip it off.
I was like, "Holy shit."
You could see the sound stage is, like, shaking.
At that point, it was like a mayday.
It was like, an SOS went out from the sound tower guys.
I need some backup. Pull your people out of there.
I, and many of the other security guards,
jumped over the barricade to try to get to them to help them.
Those guys from the barricade came. They saw us.
They said, "Let's go. We're evacuating." And then, yup, we just hauled ass.
I don't have much memory of this, other than just diving over the barricade
as the sea sort of swallowed us up behind me.
Let me hear some fucking noise!
I watched it from the side of the stage.
Fred was riling up the crowd.
And I saw it get increasingly
rambunctious and then out of hand.
You know what? It would probably be a lot easier
if they just showed us their penises, just get over with it.
I feel like we're watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel or something.
Let's just hope that some of them get hit between the legs,
and they don't breed.
It was fun at first.
And then it turned out to be, like, I got to get out of here.
I'm, like, not having fun no more.
I really thought, like, I was gonna die there at one point.
Like, my mom's gonna see me on the news, dead at Woodstock.
I saw a girl get hit in the head with a glass bottle.
Security, to their credit, they grab her and they bring her out.
I follow them into the medical area,
and what I saw was incredibly frightening and shocking.
I saw blood on the ground. I saw somebody getting staples in their head.
I saw people getting IVs.
Somebody looked like they had a broken leg.
I saw several people just laying on cots, and their bodies almost looked lifeless.
I was treating six, seven patients at a time.
It took everything from us, our equipment, our materials, our supplies.
Everything was gone.
I said to myself, "Oh man, I'm done. I want to go home. I'm quitting."
Hey, yo, Woodstock. Get the fuck up!
Fred Durst wasn't trying to get them to stop.
He was joining in.
He got up on one board, and he was trying to crowd-surf himself.
He's gyrating like Jack Sparrow with fleas.
You know, he's just like… And I'm like, "What is he doing?"
I'd never pulled the plug in my life for any act ever.
Woodstock 1999!
I went over to the production manager and said, "Fred, end of set."
Let's chill, catch our breath.
There's hurt people here, and they're your brothers and sisters.
Limp Bizkit has gone offstage.
Fred, have you ever seen anything like that in your life?
I can tell you, I've never done anything like that in my life.
How scary was it for you up there when they started ripping the place apart
and started taking the plywood off the towers?
Oh my God. Dude, it's not our fault.
That's all I can say. It was amazing, man. It was phat.
I didn't take into account what a jerk Fred Durst is.
He was enjoying it.
Fred could have quieted them down in a minute.
But instead, he was riling up the crowd.
Pointing the finger at Fred is about the last thing anybody should do.
There really isn't a way to control 300,000 people.
The best thing he could do is put on the best show possible.
And that's what he did.
I don't think you can blame Limp Bizkit for being Limp Bizkit.
It's like blaming a bear for being a bear.
I mean, you know, it's-- Limp Bizkit is what it is.
Saturday night was the first time I really felt unsafe.
It felt like we were building up to something serious happening.
And then the only question became, like, what? When? Where?
There was really only one place you could go to keep the party going.
And that was the rave hangar.
Whoo!
There was this ominous feeling.
I kept hearing how fans had been tearing walls apart.
Now all of these people were coming to my facility
to spend the evening with me.
We're talking tens of thousands of people.
And for every person you had inside the building,
you had four people that want outside the building.
So you can just imagine in your mind how dangerous of a situation this was.
Let's go. Let's go.
The headlining act was Fatboy Slim.
I'd been closeted in my dressing room all afternoon with people just going,
"Oh, it's a bit chaotic out there."
But no one had told me that there'd been any damage,
that there'd been any violence.
Walking up on stage, all I can think of is,
"This is a big moment."
"Try and keep the energy up to match that of the crowd."
Fatboy Slim is fucking in heaven.
Starting with "Fatboy Slim is Fucking in Heaven."
It was kind of a bold statement…
Fatboy Slim is fucking-fucking-fucking…
…just to grab everyone's attention.
One minute everyone's standing around waiting for something to happen,
the next minute, everyone's in the air.
I like chaos, and I like being at the heart of chaos.
And there was definitely chaos.
At Woodstock '99,
the rave probably established what the reality was of the audience,
and what the real desires were.
People were just out of control.
You know, dancing their asses off, walking around like zombies.
I remember seeing people banging their heads on the floor
until they were bleeding,
because of whatever hallucinogenic or narcotics they were on.
You were openly seeing people walk around and just sort of hand out hits of ecstasy.
I remember shining my flashlight into the corners,
literally seeing people on all fours, having sex.
Totally pagan experience.
I saw from the stage on one wall of the hangar,
several naked people lined up with their hands up against the wall
and a line of people behind them.
What were they doing?
Um…
Which Biblical word would you like for it?
There were no rules.
You know, laws, security
didn't mean much.
Woodstock '99!
Now, this is the point in your documentary
where the low drone comes in, and it's like…
At this point, things started going wrong.
I remember hearing someone say, "Oh fuck. What is that?"
And I remember looking out of the office window
and seeing what looked like a couple of lights
that were making its way into the rave.
And I knew we had a problem.
They've commandeered a vehicle.
We gotta stop this. This is massively dangerous
So I became aware of what I thought
was a kind of sort of floating dance platform,
like a podium, with about 20 or 30 people on it.
Which turned out to be a van.
We made our way down to the floor,
and we literally met the vehicle as it got halfway into the building.
-Holy shit!
And then I started getting the taps on the shoulder.
And it's like, "We gotta stop the music. The van's gotta go."
"Aw, not tonight. You know, this is Woodstock."
"This is all…" It was all going so well.
Disappointed!
We have to move the truck out of the venue,
or else Fatboy cannot continue.
And people started throwing things at him and at me.
It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
That was literally the moment
when everything started to look a little less fun.
Fucking hell. What a shambles.
I, uh, came up on the passenger side of the van,
and I could see a guy was driving.
And you could just see his eyes, they were glazed.
He was… He really wasn't present.
Supervisor security command.
I remember somebody screaming that there was a weapon.
It was one of those old, rusty machetes.
So, I went for the side door, slid the door open. It just opened.
And the first thing I saw was a girl that looked maybe 15 or 16 years old,
who was… Literally had her shirt over her breasts,
and her pants were down to her ankles.
She was passed out.
And there was a guy in the back with her, who was putting his shorts back on.
I was floored. It just took the life out of me.
The stagehand took her straight through the backstage,
and she went away in an ambulance.
I'm not sure what happened to the guy in back of the van,
but we just tried to put the van in neutral and get it out of the rave.
Everybody was oblivious to what had just happened.
That is just hideous to think
that in the midst of all those people having fun
and me wanting to make everybody love each other,
that that was going on literally under our noses.
All my crew and the people from the record company,
they were properly rattled.
I could see in their eyes. They weren't being overdramatic.
Shit's kicking off, and it's kind of not safe.
"There's a car just over there. Don't worry about your records."
"We'll take your records. You just get in that car."
"We need to get out of here."
There's just adrenaline coming out of my ears.
I did exactly as I was told and ran.
We drove straight to an airport
and slept at the airport until our flight the next day.
Woodstock '99!
Seeing that girl in the van, that was a byproduct
of what was allowed to play out the entire time we were there.
It was supposed to be Woodstock. Um…
I think by that time, we all realized it wasn't Woodstock.
It was… You know, what it was. It was just chaos.
Woodstock!
Whoo!
It is really out of control now.
Now it's dangerous. And that's scary.
Saturday night is when all hell really broke loose.
Shit got crazy. And so, I mean, here comes Sunday.
Whoo-hoo!
We are going to get out of here.
-I think we're going to go. -Yes.