♪ Lie to my heart ♪
♪ I lie ♪
♪ To my heart ♪
♪ You're in love ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Try to believe ♪
♪ You're mine ♪
♪ Moon... ♪
[phone line ringing]
♪ ...lighted nights ♪
♪ Of ecstasy ♪
[operator, over phone] 911. State your emergency.
[man, over phone] My... my friend... my friend's hurt.
My friend, Nancy, she's... she's covered in blood.
[operator] Take a deep breath. Can you tell me your location?
[man] I'm at the Fat Bottom Bistro off Route 9G.
I just came in. There's just blood everywhere.
There's blood on the floor. Um, I think my friend is dying.
[operator] I understand, sir.
Emergency services are on their way.
Who am I speaking with?
[man] My name is Jake Collins.
[urine pattering]
[gasps softly]
[sighs]
Shit's sake.
[eerie music playing]
[car engine revs]
[dramatic music playing]
[girls snickering]
[Tabitha] What the f...
I literally think about that tweet every single day.
You are one of a kind, Tabs.
- [Tabitha] Thank you - [laughs]
What is that?
[Nancy] Fucking pregs.
[Tabitha] What?
There's a creature
growing up inside me.
You're pregnant?
Yeah.
So, who's the daddy?
You slut.
- You don't know? - [laughing] No!
- [Tabitha laughing] - Um...
It's either the lacrosse player with the unibrow...
- Mm-hmm. - ...or...
it's the drunk guy with the big arms and the baby dick.
Or it's the whisper man.
Who's the whisper man?
He had this, like, super deep voice the whole party.
[Tabitha] Mmm.
[laughing] As soon as we started doing it,
he was all like...
"Oh, yeah, beat it up. Oh, yeah."
- [laughing] - "Oh, beat it..."
Okay, stop, stop. Give me that.
So, like, what are you gonna do about it?
It sucks.
[Nancy] Kill it?
For real, Nancy?
I don't know.
- Did you tell your dad? - Ew, no.
He'd kill me before I kill it.
Well, like, congrats.
[discordant rock guitar music playing]
♪ Hearts made of glass ♪
♪ To one of us ♪
♪ Because they break so loud ♪
♪ Turn your eyes from me ♪
♪ Don't want to see ♪
♪ I will shoot you down ♪
♪ All my tears are gone All my tears are done ♪
♪ How did this go wrong? ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ I just can't remember I just can't remember ♪
♪ I just can't remember What it... ♪
[music cuts out]
No.
Fuck.
You're kidding.
[steam hissing]
[gasps softly]
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ No ♪
- ♪ Oh, no ♪ - [Bobby] Nancy?
♪ No, no ♪
Nancy!
Oh, thank God, Bobby.
Could you give me a lift? I'm so late.
It's quarter to 9:00. We're right on time.
The managers get there earlier.
[Bobby] Well, shit. Have fun.
Oh, you think...
You're so cute, Bobby.
[ethereal music playing]
[Nancy] Oh God, I'm so tired.
[Nancy sighs]
He'll kill me.
Bag. Thanks, Bobby!
Because we know that we've paid, I just...
I can't find it. I'm gonna find it.
I'm gonna call you back, all right?
Hey, you're late. Again.
[sighs] I know. I know.
You're a manager now.
Co-workers need to look up to you.
Ugh.
How are you gonna
put them in their place
if you don't know what place you're supposed to be in
or time you're supposed to be in it?
I got it.
Why are you so sweaty?
Because I had to walk here.
The monster's shot.
Mom's old car?
- The fucker died on me. - How? What happened?
Was it transmission? What did it sound like?
You think I know?
I'm sure it's gonna cost me
another two grand to fix this piece of shit.
You think maybe it's time we...
Okay.
You're not gonna need it tonight anyway,
because you are working late shift.
What? No. Dad, I can't.
I don't want to hear it.
I was gonna go to a graduation party with Tabs.
You realize you graduated like over a year ago.
Why you still hang out with high schoolers is beyond me.
This is so not fair.
Well, sorry, there's a bug going around.
So, it is down to you and Jake.
So, you're leaving me with the freak.
Can you at least let Bobby stay?
No. I do not feel comfortable
leaving you and Bobby alone together.
But you feel comfortable leaving me and Jake together?
Uh-huh.
- Are you for real? - Hey, can you help me out here?
I'm up to my neck in bills.
I cannot pay overtime to Bobby or anyone else.
And Jake is... he's trusted here.
Probably gonna be dead anyway,
but even if we had two customers,
it'll be worth it, so it is happening.
Where are you gonna be? Hmm?
[clears throat]
I've got plans.
Hmm.
Can you take the onions upstairs and, you know,
just grow some balls and be a manager?
I don't want balls.
Why do I need balls to run this place?
[Edward] I meant the figurative balls.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm working the late shift with Jake.
I can stay, you know,
even if you don't pay me or whatever.
Heard there's a party tonight.
I think it's at Max's.
- You know, that's actually... - I was blackout drunk.
Don't remember a thing.
[ominous music playing]
[gulps and gags]
- [man] Just a minute. - [groaning]
[retching]
[spits]
[gasping]
- What the fuck you eat, girl? - Jesus! Jake.
[gasps]
Go away.
You don't look good.
You never look good.
Are you pregnant?
Nancy out here?
- Hey. - Hey.
- [Edward] What the fuck? - [Jake] Uh, just-just bad meat.
Just made her sick. That's my bad.
I should have dumped it properly, I'm sorry.
Okay, wait, is the freezer on the fritz again?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
[Edward] Okay, I'm gonna go take a look at that.
Grab a hose and make this go away, and then I'm gonna go.
So, just you know, if you need me, text me, okay?
Good luck on your big date, boss.
Big date, huh?
Your father has needs, too.
God, I'm gonna be sick again.
- Thank you. - [door opens]
- [door closes] - Sorry, sir. I'm sorry.
Hey, could you whip me up one of your slamming sammies
before I leave?
My honor.
I'll be right in.
[whispers] Fuck.
[Bobby] Jake's gonna be here tonight.
- But in case it gets busy... - [Nancy] It won't.
[Bobby] In case it does.
In here you got your cold cuts,
stuff for sandwiches, burgers.
[indistinct chattering]
Anyone want something sloppy,
you got the blender thing here, chef's knives.
You know, ah!
[clears throat]
Once this deep fryer gets going, things will get really wild.
All right, thanks. You know what?
Do me a favor tonight. Just make sure...
[continues inaudibly]
Nancy?
[Nancy] Bobby, I don't care about any of this.
Well, what about the meat hammers?
So, you can beat the meat.
Yeah, I bet you love beating the meat.
Uh, I heard you were feeling shitty.
So, you're actually sick? Or, like, you know...
[door opens]
[rock oldies music playing]
[buttons beeping]
Order 13, you're up.
[man] Thank you.
And make sure to bring that fat bottom
back to Fat Bottom Bistro again soon.
Yep. Have a good one.
[door chime jingles]
[door closes]
[sighs]
"Make sure to bring that fat bottom
back to Fat Bottom Bistro again."
[Nancy, chuckling] Fuck.
Your dad is, like, the top five scariest people
I've ever met.
Yeah, he's all talk.
- Deep down he's just a big old... - Teddy bear?
- I was gonna say pussy. - [Jake] Miss Nancy Osborne!
You got a potty mouth on you.
You should wash that out with soap.
Thanks, but no thanks, Jake.
I'd rather not star in your weird fetish fantasies.
Don't worry, we got all night to play together.
- You and I are working... - The overnight, yes.
And please don't ever say "play" again.
[Jake] Don't look so excited.
I'd rather rip out all my hair than work the night with you.
You're breaking my heart.
[Nancy sighs]
[oil sizzling]
[dishes rattling]
[rock oldies music playing faintly]
[Petey sighs]
Oh my God, I'm... I'm so sorry, Nancy.
- Don't worry, Pete. - I'll clean up now, Nancy.
It's cool, it was an accident.
[sighs] Shit.
I got it. Fuck.
It's fine. Just fucking stay.
[door opens and closes]
Hey!
Hey, what are you douchebags doing?
[Jackson] Playing with our new friend.
- Did you kill that? - [Cash] We found him like that.
- He's lying. I killed it. - [all laugh]
Can you guys get the fuck out of here with that?
Yo, aren't you that college chick
who hangs with Max and his crew?
- I didn't know you worked here. - [Nancy] Mm.
Yeah, she owns the place.
[Cash] Is it named after you?
[all chuckle]
- Get it? Because Fat Bottom? - Suck my dick, get it?
[Jackson] Hey!
That's not how a lady should be talking.
Go play in traffic,
- needle dick. - [Cash] Whoa.
- [man blows kiss] - [man 2] Whoa.
[wolf whistles]
- Yeah! - She gave us the finger.
[laughing]
[sighs]
- Everything okay? - I handled it, Captain America.
[dishes clatter]
[whispers] Damn it.
Petey!
There's a spill, Nancy.
Thank you.
Do you mind cleaning it up finally?
[sighs]
Don't be riding on my brother like that.
- [Nancy] Not now, Jake. - I'm serious. Leave him alone.
- He's a spaz. - [Nancy] Oh.
Really? I didn't know Petey was a fucking spaz, thank you.
[Petey] Sorry.
Nice.
I'll go explain that one to him.
I told them to leave.
[boys chuckle]
[Nancy] It's fine. I got it.
- [pounding table] - [Jackson] I want fries!
- Listen up, jerkoffs... - [Paddy] Who? Us?
- No, we're not the jerkoffs. - Can you cut it out, assholes?
[Paddy] Wait, I thought we were jerkoffs.
[Jackson] Are we jerkoffs or assholes?
- Can you just fucking stop it? - It's a simple question.
Would you rather we jerk off
or stick something up your asshole?
You are disgusting.
Get the fuck out. I'm serious, leave.
We're paying customers.
[Nancy] We're not gonna serve you!
I guess we'll serve ourselves.
- [Paddy laughs] - I'm calling the cops.
[Paddy] Fuck the cops!
[boys chuckle]
What's going on?
[Bobby] They're giving us a hard time.
[laughs] Oh, shit. They bring that shit in here?
Are you seriously gonna laugh?
- What are you doing? - Hi, yes.
I need you to send over a cop now, please.
You're not seriously calling the cops on them right now, are you?
Yes, Fat Bottom Bistro on 9. I got a bunch of imbeciles.
They're being abusive and they won't leave.
[dial tone buzzing]
See you in 10 minutes.
Thank you so much.
Well, I called them. They're on their way.
[Jackson] Bullshit.
[Nancy] Why don't you wait and see?
[ominous music playing]
[door opens]
I would leave if I were you.
I ordered fries.
You know what?
Hold them for me.
I'll be back later.
[whispers] That's a fucking promise.
[door slams]
[inhales and sighs]
Everyone, kitchen, now!
I know that I may be younger than most of you,
but I am the manager.
[chuckles]
And so, when I do something,
when I make a decision,
I don't want to hear it from anyone.
Come on, Nancy.
Come on what?
- Am I not the manager? - Yeah.
Because your dad owns the place.
That's the only reason you're standing there
rather than any of us.
- Except Petey. - Sorry.
- Shut up, Jake. - [Jake] No, I'm serious.
You act like you're all high and mighty
but you're from the same Podunk town as us, okay?
Your shit smells just as much as mine.
- I seriously doubt that. - [Jake] I'm sick of you.
- Your dad leaves five seconds... - Enough!
- No. - Yes!
- Dude, cut it out. - Okay.
Just let your girlfriend speak for herself, little boy.
[Bobby] She's not my girlfriend.
Okay, that's it. I've had enough.
[Jake] What are you gonna do?
You gonna defend her honor?
You're fired!
Who?
[Nancy] You, Jake.
Oh.
You're fired.
[Jake] But I'm a legacy.
A what?
You know my mom was your folks' first hire
when they opened this place?
Okay? Your dad, he did right by me and Petey
- by bringing us in... - This is why we're losing money.
We've got more employees than customers.
Well, you can't fire me.
- Really? - [Jake] Yeah.
Because I think I already did.
This is fucking horseshit.
Who's gonna work the late shift?
[Nancy] I don't know yet.
I'll do it myself.
That's not the point, Bobby.
And you're still here.
Petey's my ride.
[Petey] Sorry.
[Nancy] Then go wait in the fucking parking lot.
What do you want, Bobby?
I-I was just trying to see if you were okay.
And if you wanted me to work the late shift with you?
Oh my God, you don't get it either, do you?
I don't want you here.
Yeah, y-you're right. Of course.
[Nancy] Look, Bobby, you're a nice guy.
You are. But you're never gonna get with me.
- Well, technically... - [Nancy] Got it?
Got it.
[Nancy] Do I need to be more clear?
Great. Now, fuck off.
[indistinct chatter]
Vile.
Oh, God.
[sighs] Sorry, buddy.
[carcass thuds]
[shovel drags along gravel]
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
I'll see you tomorrow.
[door closes]
[insects chirruping]
[ominous music playing]
Fuck.
[phone line ringing]
[phone line ringing continues]
[Edward, over phone] Hey, what's going on?
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
No, no, just cleaning up. What's happening?
Dad, you don't have to hide anything from me.
Well, I just, uh, don't want to make you uncomfortable
with my dating life.
Yeah, well, maybe don't call it that.
You know I'll always love your mother, right?
I fired Jake.
Excuse me?
Yeah, I had to, okay?
You told me to take charge, and so I did.
- I had to do what I had to do. - That's not what I...
- Was that really necessary? - Yes.
You weren't there. You wouldn't understand.
Okay, I'm gonna deal with this later.
But what the fuck, Nancy? Come on.
I'm working here alone.
Yeah, you... you can handle that, right?
- Right? - Yeah, of course.
Is that even a question?
You don't sound very confident to me.
You probably won't get anyone anyway.
- So why do I have to be here? - You know why?
Because the lights are on a timer.
- What? - Mm-hmm.
The sign, the outdoor lights, they're on a timer.
They go off at sunrise.
I had this system put in last week.
So, somebody has to be there while the lights are on.
And so, that's why I'm stuck here?
Yeah.
And if somebody shows up,
you need to be there.
[laughs]
Hey.
You're a manager now, so act like one.
All right, well, you enjoy your whatever.
I love you.
Hello?
Sorry about that.
- Cheers. - [glasses clink]
[turns tap off]
[turns tap on]
[coin tumbles]
[beeps]
♪ I'm your dad ♪
♪ Oh, I'm your dad ♪
♪ Whoa, I'm your dad ♪
♪ I'm your dad ♪
♪ Call me Dad ♪
♪ Feed me food While I watch sports ♪
♪ In my man cave Made for sports ♪
♪ Whores in my porn Porn in my sports ♪
♪ Whores and porn And whores all in my sports ♪
♪ Fucking sports Fucking sports ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm your dad ♪
♪ I'm your dad, I'm your dad ♪
♪ Call me Dad ♪
♪ Suck my dick in my fast car ♪
♪ Fuck me fast in my fast car ♪
♪ Fast car, fast car, NASCAR ♪
♪ I park my car Then fuck my car ♪
♪ Oh, I fuck my car ♪
♪ I fuck my car ♪
♪ Oh, I'm your dad ♪
♪ I'm your dad I'm your dad ♪
♪ Call me Dad ♪
♪ I'm your dad ♪
[gasps and coughs]
[pounding on door]
[ominous music playing]
[softly] Shit.
Fuck.
Listen up, assholes. I'm not messing around, okay?
I called the cops once. I will call them again.
[punches button]
[pounding on walls]
[suspenseful music playing]
- [breathing shakily] - [phone line rings]
[operator, over phone] 911. What is your emergency?
I'm at the Fat Bottom Bistro on 9.
I got these kids harassing me.
Okay, ma'am, I've got your location.
- Who am I speaking with? - This is Nancy.
My dad is Edward Osborne. We own the place.
I got these kids and they're fucking banging
on the fucking windows and shit.
And they were here earlier.
I know they're trying to scare me.
Are they armed or have they physically
made contact with you or hurt you in any way?
No. But it wouldn't hurt to send somebody to help, right?
[Nancy breathing heavily]
- I'm all alone here. - Ma'am, I can send someone out,
but all the units are tied up at the moment.
I can't give you an exact PTA, but I can send someone
- as soon as they're available. - Are you fucking kidding me?
Ma'am, I can stay on the phone with you
until someone can get out there. Can you...
Hello?
Fuck.
[eerie music playing]
Fuck this.
[grunts]
[screams]
[dirt bike motor revs]
[pounding]
What the fuck is going on?
[door rattling]
[pounding on door continues]
What do you want from me?
Disgusting fucking freaks.
Shit.
[screams]
Why are you doing this to me?
Damn!
[sobs]
[hyperventilating]
Where is my phone?
How is this happening?
- [police sirens wailing] - Oh, thank God.
[sobbing]
Help me!
- Missy, back away from the door! - Get in here!
Back away!
[Nancy] Please...
- Unlock the door. - Why didn't you just say that?
All right, you just calm down. Take it easy now.
They're out there and they're messing with me.
[Nancy panting]
- Why are your lights off? - I don't know.
I think they fucking cut the power or something.
Oh. I didn't realize they fucking...
That was easy. What seems to be the problem?
[Nancy] There's a bunch of fucking teenagers,
and they're scaring the shit out of me.
[Brooks] You here all alone?
[Nancy] Yes!
Why are you all by yourself?
Does that really matter right now?
Did you hear anything I just said?
Yup. A bunch of kids.
Do you feel like you're in danger?
Enough that I called you guys.
Yeah, right.
You have no idea the business you just took me from,
little lady.
I don't.
Can I have...
a cup of coffee?
Are you fucking serious?
[water trickling]
[spigot squeaks]
Hey, there, this is Sheriff Brooks
down at the Fat Bottom Bistro.
[dispatcher] Go ahead, Sheriff.
Yeah, I think it might have been some kids messing around.
Kind of worried that it might be a bunch
that we were looking for.
But as soon as I got here, they jetted away.
Ten-four. Are you going clear?
I could use a breather.
I'm gonna stick around here for a bit.
Make sure she's okay.
Let me know when they need me back there, okay?
Copy that, Sheriff.
How about that coffee?
So?
[slurps]
That's a little bitter.
I'm talking about the kids that are terrorizing me
at every fucking moment, and I can't get rid of them.
There's nobody out there. At least not right now, anyway.
They were here earlier.
I can tell you what they look like.
What I want to do is take a statement,
see what you can give me.
Then I'll hang for a bit.
Can I get some milk and sugar?
You got no idea how nice it is to sit for a sec.
Can you please not?
- Not what? - Rape me with your fucking eyes.
- Excuse me? - Instead of sitting there,
staring at my ass,
why don't you get off yours and actually go do something?
You listen here, little lady.
I already told you like 10 times
that they were here earlier
and they were banging on the windows.
They stole my phone and they were driving
these stupid fucking mopeds.
- They were wearing these masks. - Hold on a second.
Did you say mopeds?
Yeah, and?
Come with me. Let's go outside to the squad car.
[Nancy] Please tell me what is going on.
Seriously, you're scaring me.
Listen, I don't mean to scare you,
but I'm gonna be honest with you right now, okay?
- Please. - I just came
from one of the most horrific murders
I've ever witnessed, and whoever did it,
they got away on some kind of dirt bikes or mopeds.
- Wait, are you serious? - Yeah.
- [dirt bike engine revs] - They're here?
Go, go, go!
No! No!
[whimpering]
[menacing music playing]
[gasps]
[gasps and sobs]
[gasping]
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh, Bobby.
Fuck.
Bobby, what the fuck are you doing here?
I'm sorry about what happened earlier.
- Are you okay? - [Nancy] Give me your phone.
[Nancy gasping]
[hyperventilating]
- Who are you calling? - My dad.
[Edward, over voicemail] Hey, it's Edward.
- I'm not here. Leave a message. - Fuck. Damn it.
- Let's call the cops. - [door opens]
[rummaging]
[sobbing softly]
[dramatic music playing]
[rummaging continues]
[clatters]
[Bobby] Hey! Over here!
[suspenseful music playing]
[whimpering]
[text whooshing]
No!
Get the fuck off me!
[yelling and panting]
This is... this isn't happening...
[grunts]
[tape rips]
What the fuck do you want?
[lips smacking]
No!
[Bobby panting]
[Nancy] Fuck off!
Ah!
[yelling and grunting]
[Nancy sobbing and panting]
No! Please don't!
Ah!
[coughs and gasps]
You don't have to do this.
No!
[sniffs]
[screams]
[panting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Nancy yells]
[breathing heavily]
[Nancy] What the fuck.
What the fuck, Petey! What did you do?
Why are you here?
Fuck, Pete!
What the fuck? What the fuck did you guys do?
What the fuck is going on?
You! No, you... you knew this?
You did this?
How could you?
What the fuck!
What is wrong with you?
And you're still here.
Why?
Petey's my ride.
Sorry.
Then go wait in the fucking parking lot.
Look, Nancy, I... I really need this job, okay?
I got bills, and I got insurance,
and my prescription, and shit.
You should have thought of that before you mouthed off.
I'm really sorry. I won't do it again.
[Nancy] You're not getting it.
You're done.
- What if... - [Nancy] Leave.
The rest of you, get back to your shift.
[door opens]
[sniffles]
[dramatic music playing]
4-9-3-4-U...
0-3-8-2-4.
I just need a refill.
Yeah, I do, I have at least two refills left for this month.
Okay, well, how about we talk to someone else that could help me?
They told me I should talk to you guys.
I need a refill.
When is she coming in?
Because she's the one I usually deal with over there
and I don't really deal with anybody else.
I just called my insurance!
I know that's not how it works. I know how it works.
I know I've never paid you back,
but I'm gonna pay you back this time.
I just need it for, like, three weeks.
I'm talking like 50 bucks, Uncle Greg.
Like, this is nothing.
[sniffling]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[Jake] So, what are we doing?
Going home.
You still mad at me, Bobby?
[Bobby] Do you have to be such a dickhead all the time?
I do. it's in my nature.
- That's theft. - [Jake] No, it ain't.
I saved up two months out of pocket for this
- as an investment in this place. - Sure. I believe you.
Jesus Christ. Will you guys shut up
so we can go get drunk already?
Yeah, as long as I can bitch about you know who.
You ever do anything else?
- You in, Petey? - Are you in, Jake?
- Yeah, I'm in, buddy. - Okay then, I'm in as well.
Bobby?
I really don't feel like it.
What are you gonna do?
What, you gonna go home and choke yourself
to pics of Nancy?
You gonna go tickle that pickle?
Why, you want to watch?
[Petey laughs]
[chuckles]
Not tonight.
Yeah, whatever. I'll, uh, see you there.
Okay, he'll see us there.
Grab that, Petey.
- How was your shift, bud? - It was good.
Good, I need you to make a left out of here today.
[horn blaring]
[dramatic music playing]
[car door slams]
How's it hanging, Jake?
A little to the left, you know, but I ain't complaining.
- You got the stuff? - You got the money?
- Mm-hmm. - Show me.
Show me yours, I'll show you mine.
Give it to Petey.
- Where's the money? - [chuckles]
Hey, Pete, you get any tips today?
I didn't get any from the front of house.
You know, man, I only got a dime to my name,
but I need some medicine.
So, how's about I just get you next time?
Sound good?
Drive, Petey. Go.
[paper sizzles]
[exhales] That feels good, Petey.
You know, drugs, they get a bad rap,
but drugs ain't done nothing but help me.
People talking about gateway drugs
don't tell you what the biggest...
Biggest gateway drug there is.
That's motherfucking trauma.
[coughs]
I mean, you fucking know it, Petey.
You come home and find our mom just dead on the floor.
The woman who raised you, made you feel whole.
Eh?
They think they're gonna do the business they do without me?
Nobody makes the slamming sammies like I do.
That's mama's recipe.
I was gonna help run that place. I know it.
I've just been trying to find a time
to talk to Mr. Osborne about it.
He's just a hard man to pin down.
I mean, I got ideas, you know. I'm a man with a plan.
And she fucking just dumped me like that?
She can't just fucking dump me like that.
No, sir.
She cannot just fire me like that.
She can't just fire me like that.
You can't just fucking fire me like that.
You remember that little brat running up and down that diner?
And now she finds herself just fucking running that place!
Huh?
Pete, pull over.
Oh! Oh! Pete, Pete, pull...
Pull the truck over!
- Chug it. - Here we go.
Don't choke, don't choke.
[laughs] Empty it.
Holy...
- That's not it. - [overlapping chatter]
This is my beer, baby.
First beer.
- [Jackson] Hey. - [truck door slams]
What are you all doing?
You guys remember us?
You're the guy who works at the fat pussy place.
[laughing] Oh, yeah! The fat pussycat!
- [Jake] Yeah, not anymore. - What the...
Okay.
[boys snicker]
You want to smoke some crack?
Uh, no.
Shit's for losers, man.
What the fuck?
[Jake, laughing] You little shits are funny.
[all laugh]
Motor around doing comedy acts
like the one you did earlier is fucking hilarious.
- Funny. I'm funny, right? - Sure are.
Yeah, funny to a Mongoloid.
What'd you call my brother?
Y'all want to hear a joke?
Go ahead, bro. Tell us a joke.
What did the farmer say when he lost his tractor?
[Jackson] I don't know. What'd he say?
"Where's my tractor?"
[laughter]
[Jackson] Oh, it's so...
stupid it's actually kind of funny if you think about it.
I know, right? It's like the farmer lost his tractor
like I lost my job.
Because of you little twats.
[Jackson] What'd you call us?
I said you twats got me fired today...
because of your shenanigans.
Hmm.
Who the fuck says...
[Jackson gurgles]
- [Paddy] Yo. - [Jackson panting]
Yo, Jackson.
- Yo! - [Jake] Get the fuck back!
- Get back, motherfucker! - Whoa! Okay!
- Get back! - You fucking stabbed him!
Get back!
He'll be fine.
- He's not fucking fine! - Shut up!
Shut the fuck up!
Get on your knees!
Get on your fucking knees!
[breathing heavily]
- [Jackson wheezing] - Petey, hey, hold this.
You shoot them if they move, all right?
All right, all right, you little mother...
- [Jackson whimpering] - [Paddy] No, no, no!
- [knife piercing] - [Jake] Fucking die already!
[Jake panting]
You stay here, okay? You keep your gun on them, okay?
[turns up radio volume]
♪ And proudly wear it Around my neck ♪
♪ On a 24-karat chain ♪
♪ Whatever happened To old... ♪
You want to stand up?
Okay, you two stand.
You're good. You stay there.
I want you to dance.
[Cash] What?
Dance.
- [Cash] How? - How?
I don't know.
Just feel the music, brother.
Yeah.
Come on.
Dance, come on.
Come on, you can dance.
Good, good. Now dance together.
Dance with each other.
Dance with each other, yeah. Good. Good.
Get close, get close.
That's good, yeah. Good.
You guys are fucking terrible dancers, come on.
Fuck you, you lame fuck!
If you're gonna shoot us, just shoot us!
Shut the fuck up!
Petey, come here. Come here.
Petey, get the fuck over here. Come here.
Shoot him.
No, no, no, no. No, Jake. No.
It's okay. Be a good brother. Do it for me, okay? Shoot him.
- But... - Hey! You got a dick?
- Yes, I... - Look at me. Look at me.
- Do you have a dick? - Yes, I do.
Yeah? You do? Okay, so you're a man, right?
- Right. - So you're a man? Okay, good.
So be a man with a plan like me,
and shoot him in the fucking head.
[Petey] But... but...
[Jake] Stand up for yourself, Petey!
Look at me. Come on, stand up for yourself.
He called you a fucking Mongoloid.
- [Paddy] I didn't mean it! - Shut the fuck up!
He called you a fucking Mongoloid!
- Go, you motherfucker! - [gun clicks empty]
Fuck! God! Motherfucker!
Oh! Fuck!
[grunting]
Fucking bitch!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
[grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
[Jake grunting and yelling]
[breathing heavily]
Stop crying, you little idiot.
Get out.
What's that, Jake?
Get out of the car, okay? This is your fault.
All right, look at me. Look at me, all right?
I'm driving. Get out.
- Get out! - [Petey] All right.
Hey, take this, okay?
All right, take this.
- [truck door slams] - Wait for me at the diner.
- [engine revs] - [truck drives away]
The whole night at Max's, she was just touching my arm
and, like, laughing at all my jokes.
It... It's dumb. She was...
Dude, if I have to listen to you talk about Nancy
for one more second, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.
I'm just saying it's like...
we just had this really good night, I guess.
She's only a chick man.
Relax.
Yeah.
You try to make her jealous?
Just fuck one of her friends.
I'm not gonna have sex with one of her friends.
- Fuck her mom then. - Her mom's dead, asshole.
That's fucked up.
- [yells] - Fuck!
- Christ! - [laughing]
- Yeah, okay, get off me. - You need to see your face.
It looks like your brother shit some puppies.
- Go fuck yourself, Jake. - Where you been?
Playing with some new toys.
[discordant music playing]
[panting]
Where'd you get these?
Me and Petey jacked them from those dimwit teens.
Oh, hell yeah. Let's ride, baby.
- No way. - Oh, shut the fuck up, Bobby.
- Come on, we've been drinking. - Come on, Bobby.
They're just mopeds. Just don't be a pussy.
Look, just hop in, all right?
We'll ride them, then we'll just... just dump them.
[intense music playing]
[Nancy] You don't sound very confident to me.
[panting]
So, uh, where are we gonna go?
I got an idea.
Famous last words, boys.
What are these for?
[muffled rock music blaring]
[dirt bikes approaching]
[ominous music playing]
[knocking]
Fuck.
[Jake] Petey. Petey, come here. Come here. Come here.
Get the fuck over here. Come on.
You okay?
Hey, you all right? Hey, did she see you?
- You sure? - I'm sure. Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Okay. All right, come here.
- I don't want to do this. - Okay, it's okay.
- It's okay, buddy. Come here. - No. No!
Okay, we're just gonna freak her out a little bit, yeah?
Just can't wait to see her shit some puppies.
Hey, you guys ready? All right, stay cool. Stay cool.
Come on. Put this on.
Come on, just put it on.
Put it on. Come on.
Good. All right, go around this. Come on, come on.
[pounding on walls]
- She's really scared. - Put your mask on.
I think that's enough.
No, it's enough when I say it's enough.
Jake, look, she's calling the cops.
Go to the mopeds. Get in the fucking car.
She faked it before. She'll fake it again.
[Bobby] You don't even know. I can hear her.
[Jake] Oh, fuck this.
[Bobby] Please.
[Jake] Get the fuck back! Get back!
[Bobby] I'm fucking done.
[screams]
Turn the light switch off!
Turn all the lights out!
[dramatic music playing]
[Jake shushing]
[Bobby] I don't want to get in trouble, guys.
[Jake, whispering] Shut the fuck up.
Okay.
All right, Coop, I want you to go,
take these mopeds and go around
to the other side of the diner and wait for my signal, okay?
- Go. - What?
I want you to take the fucking mopeds
and go around to the other side of the diner
and wait for my signal, you fucking idiot.
Okay? And take Petey with you.
Fuck.
Okay, go, go, go, go. Petey, go.
We got this.
All right.
I'm not gonna lose.
[Brooks] Come with me, let's go outside
to the squad car.
[Jake] Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
They're coming after us.
[Bobby] I don't like this, Jake.
[Jake] She just fucking told them it was me.
And she knows how Petey walks. Oh, fuck, fuck.
I'm not gonna fucking die for this, I'm not.
I'm gonna fucking handle this.
- [exhales] - Jake!
[Nancy] Can you please tell me what is going on?
Seriously, you're scaring me.
[Brooks] Listen, I don't mean to scare you, but...
- What the fuck is that? - [Nancy] Please!
- What? - Is that blood on your face?
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what, Petey?
What the fuck did you two do?
- [Brooks] ...mopeds. - [Nancy] Are you serious?
- Jeez. - [motor revs]
[Brooks] Go, go, go!
[Nancy] No, no!
[Nancy screaming]
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
[whimpering]
Bobby, what the fuck are you doing here?
I'm sorry about what happened earlier, I...
[Jake] What's he doing? Look what he's doing right now.
What? What are you doing?
You just killed a fucking cop!
I did it for you!
Motherfucker, your fingerprints are on everything.
Don't you understand, you fucking idiot?
You are going to fry along with me and Petey.
Okay? So unless you want to burn,
I need you to go in there and find both of them!
[discordant music playing]
- [Nancy screaming] - [pounding table]
- [knife pierces] - [screams]
Get away. Stay with her!
Bobby, help me get his legs, man.
Help me get his fucking legs!
I can't fucking leave him out here.
Come on!
All right, one, two...
[grunts]
All right, bud, come on!
[breathing heavily] Okay...
- [door opening] - [Jake grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music playing]
[Jake] Wait, okay.
[grunts]
She's fucking gone.
[Jake] If you don't want to go to prison the rest of your life,
go fucking find her!
- [Coop panting] - [footsteps running]
You're a good boy. You're a good boy.
Hey, Bobby, how about you?
I want to know how she was in the sack before I fucking...
[cell phone vibrating]
[vibrating]
[sighs]
Hey, Jake, it's Edward. Sorry I'm calling so late.
I can't get a hold of Nancy. I'm getting kind of concerned.
And, look, I know you guys had some kind of an issue earlier,
but I hope you know you always have a job with us.
So, yeah, just give me a call if you hear from her, would you?
Thanks.
Still not picking up?
No.
Well, she can take care of herself.
[scoffs]
That's my daughter.
[ominous music playing]
- [screams and gasps] - [sizzling]
[screaming]
- Ah! - [tray clatters]
[gasps]
[Jake] Coop.
Coop, wake up.
[wistful music playing over jukebox]
Where are you?
Now where are you?
[cutlery clatters]
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Someone to stay With you at night ♪
♪ Tell me ♪
♪ It's true ♪
[grunting] Fuck! Fuck!
Just turn off!
Fuck!
♪ Don't you know ♪
- [door opens] - [Tabitha] Nancy!
Fuck this! Fuck this! I'm out of here!
[yelping]
[panting]
[Jake breathing heavily]
[groans]
Where are you?
- [Nancy yells] - [Jake screams and groans]
[glass shatters]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[screams]
[gasps]
[screams]
[Jake groans]
[weak gasp]
And you be sure to bring that...
fat bottom back again soon.
Okay, Nancy?
Okay.
[door opens]
[groans]
[pants]
[Jake] I'm at Fat Bottom Bistro off Route 9G.
I just came in, there's... there's blood everywhere.
There's blood on the floor.
Um, I think my friend is dying.
[exhales]
[birds tweeting]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
[whimpers]
[inhales deeply]
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
Fuck!
[gasps]
[Nancy] What the...
[crying softly]
Bobby.
Bobby, can you hear me?
I remember...
that night at Max's.
[sniffles]
[whispers] I know we did.
[groaning]
[gasps]
[sobbing softly]
[ominous music playing]
- [door opens] - [Nancy groaning]
[sobbing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Petey?
Petey!
[panting]
[groans]
[country music plays on radio]
[tap water runs]
[groans]
[gasps and groans]
[groaning]
[country music playing continues]
[doorbell rings]
♪ I can smell the rain ♪
♪ I can hear the thunder Calling me ♪
♪ Across the open plain ♪
♪ But that ain't Gonna slow me ♪
♪ I've got the hammer down ♪
♪ I'm halfway through ♪
♪ My muddy river town ♪
♪ I'm rolling Through Illinois ♪
- [doorbell ringing] - ♪ Red sun in the west ♪
♪ Gonna put the miles Behind me... ♪
- [turns music off] - [doorbell ringing]
[doorbell ringing continues]
[doorbell ringing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Nancy shrieks]
- [Jake gasping] - [Nancy gasps]
What did the farmer say...
when he...
"Where's my tractor?"
[grunts]
[dramatic music playing]
[Nancy groaning]
[panting]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[somber music playing]
[gasps]
[Nancy] Kill it.
- [Tabitha] You tell your dad? - [Nancy] Ew. No.
He'd kill me before I kill it.
Well, congrats.
You ever feel like you're living somebody else's life?
Keep smoking enough of this shit and I'll believe anything.
I'm serious, though.
It's like you have it all figured out how it should be.
And then you wake up one day and you're like...
almost 20.
Shit's nothing like you thought.
Twenty is still really young. I wouldn't trip.
I feel like I'm stuck.
Like everyone's doing their own thing...
and my dad is moving on.
And me...
Community college.
Manager at Fat Bottom Bistro.
Pregnant.
Okay, at the very least, you can take over the diner
and then change that shitty-ass name.
What's the point?
What do you mean?
What's the point of it all?
What's the point in going on?
You know my mom was the same age I am now when she had me?
I miss her so fucking much.
[dramatic music playing]
[Edward] Nancy!
Nancy!
Daddy.
Oh, my God. Baby.
What the fuck happened? Come on.
- [crying] - Hey.
Hey. Hey, Nancy.
It's all right, kid. Help is on the way.
Okay?
You're okay.
What?
Nancy, what is it?
My baby.
♪ Knick-knack paddywhack ♪
♪ Just got out of rehab ♪
♪ Love me, love me not ♪
♪ You loved me once But you forgot ♪
♪ Lipstick, shades of red ♪
♪ Slipping on Your favorite dress ♪
♪ Black pearls around my neck ♪
♪ The ones you liked Before you left ♪
♪ All dressed up With nowhere to die ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ My makeup gets fucked up ♪
♪ When I cry ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ All dressed up With nowhere to die ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ You did not even try ♪
♪ To say goodbye ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Knick-knack paddywhack ♪
♪ Just got out of rehab ♪
♪ Love me, love me not ♪
♪ You loved me once But you forgot ♪
♪ Lolly, molly, Percocet ♪
♪ Gave them up To get you back ♪
♪ You don't seem To give a fuck ♪
♪ Guess I'll just go Get fucked up ♪
♪ Why did I think you'd call? ♪
♪ Why am I so fucking dumb? ♪
♪ Why am I invisible? ♪
♪ I guess you'd had enough ♪
♪ All dressed up With nowhere to die ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ My makeup gets fucked up ♪
♪ When I cry ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ All dressed up With nowhere to die ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ You did not even try ♪
♪ To say goodbye ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪