Words are tools. #We use the words
to create. #To create.
That doesn't necessarily mean to build. #It means, sometimes,
we use words to chip away
at ourselves.
Ronnie? -Yes, baby? -Are you okay there, hon? -You know I am.
Are you sure? -Yeah.
Okay. I don't want you to miss your flight. -I'm coming out right now, baby.
Okay.
Hello. How are you? #I'm in pain.
So, you... #you need something?
Yes.
I do.
Please, concentrate on what you're doing. #Remember:
The train of thought, the flow of ideas from your brain, down to your pencil,
onto the paper, into your eyes,
back into your brain, and around again.
Daddy! -Hi, Daddy. -Hi, Dad. #Team Princess.
Is anyone paying attention?
I'm so proud of you. -I wasn't scared. -I know! I can see that.
So, enjoy your week of freedom, people.
And remember, every time you crack open that "Farewell to Arms",
I have impinged upon your freedom, and I am resolutely not sorry!
Dad, I need some money for the weekend. -Yes. Money. Money. Money. #Here we go.
Miles? #Bye, Dad.
See you soon.
Bye. Love you guys. #I love you!
Timothy! This, my friend, is your friend, Richard.
We'll be celebrating your birthday on this holiday, yes?
See? I did not forget you. #Big Sur, sir. You have all the info.
Just look for the balloons on the gate. #Meow, meow, meow, meow!
Richard?
Who could that be? I wonder.
First thing he does. Turn my fucking music down. -Richard! Uh huh. -Come here.
God, you don't age. #What it up with that?
What, do you got a painting of yourself in an attic somewhere? #What's the secret?
For old time's sake, huh? -Huh? -Maybe a drink.
To start anyway. #Lovely car, by the way. Very you.
Yeah, I bought it from some guy on the way from the airport.
I saw the sign, and POW! #Impulse buy.
Well, I intend to destroy it in the next 4 days.
Some things never change, Richard.
What is it? #Timmy?
Jill's. #I've been wearing it again.
5 years ago this month. #God, has it really been that long? Jesus.
I'm so sorry. #Every time I see you, you say those words,
and I always believe you. #and you never try to tell me to forget.
But, per usual, it is my job to remind you
that this week is about forgetting all that,
if only for a moment. #Hm? Mm-hmm!
Ho! #He lives. He lives!
You cannot be cynical, and expect to have any kind of success,
in this world, or any other. #Especially, if you claim to be an artist.
I'm tired. Sick and tired of cynical artists.
Ronaldo's here. -Uh oh, my liver just had a heart attack.
Hey, you need anything else, I'd be happy to pick it up for you in the morning.
This is her. #So pretty.
She's all grown up, Ron. -It's crazy. #Hey,
is she getting cock yet?
I pray for your soul, Richard. -You cannot pray for a soulless man.
Oh, yeah? Ronaldo, let me ask you this:
When your sixteen year-old daughter's hot friends come by, do you ever
think about what it might be like to...
to fuck them in the ass, 'til they're cross-eyed?
I told you! See? See? -Shut the fuck up. -Pass the blow. -Told you.
He never changes, huh? -I merely say what others think, but fear to say.
You want some honey? No, don't tell Mommy.
Oh my God, look at this! It's the first time in the history of
Internet real-estate photography,
the place is as big in real life as it was online, huh?
Perfect. Let me know when you want to settle up. #It's already settled.
The rich are different from you and me, Timothy. #Thank you.
We've always been different.
Well, you're welcome, by the way. #Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I was there! -You were not there.
Of course I was there! -I would pop my head out, and-
And he gets busted. -I'm the guy! #I popped my head out, and I just go...
to let you know, that I was going to bail you out So I said, "How much for bail?"
And he looks at me, and he goes, "That's him, right there!"
No, I wasn't! -The cop fucking busts me, and...
You weren't there. I don't remember you there. -I ran off.
No, you weren't there.
The doctor is in! #He certainly is!
What, and how much? #Enough to treat the illnesses at hand.
Welcome back!
Amanda,
during her pregnancy, was getting incredibly...
nauseous. And what do think it was from? #Do, tell. I'm dying to know.
It was me. #It was my scent. No, seriously.
Four months of her pregnancy, I have to sleep in the other room, okay?
But, I have become a professional masturbator.
What the fuck is this shit? What are we talking about?
I see you guys once a fucking year! #It's my life!
How's the world of dating, pal? -It is what it is. #Oh, come on.
You sedate them, and then it's your right
and your privilege to take what's rightfully yours, correct?
I hope you're doing that. #Why don't you tell us about
what you told me? About that fucking 20 year-old blonde?
Thanks, Richard. -I don't think I can stay here for this. #Come on.
I don't think I can stay here. #When you told me, it just sounded like you should
fucking get it off your chest, you know? #It was a one-time-only thing.
The girl came in, late in the day. She was pretty,
to say the least, and it had been a while for me, and I...
**
Yeah, but skip to the part where you sent the receptionist home.
I did things. #I basically lost control.
Looking back on it, I really feel that I stripped her.
Oh, you fucker!
It was that girl, Emily. #She lived in the house next to me.
Now, who was the guy? It was Simon! Simon Tuller!
You know, I actually fucked that woman, and, who else? #Guilty as charged.
She gave me crabs. -Really? -She gave you crabs?
I fucked her boyfriend, Jeff Snyder.
That's so fucking funny. -What? #When I fucked Emily, I gave her crabs.
which basically means, I gave you the crabs! #Fuck off!
I banged her. When I banged her, I knew I had fucking crabs.
Take your crabs back!
It's the gift that keeps giving, huh? You still have them, sir?
You know how to get rid of them, by the way? This is true.
Take a really good, good lighter, and you shave one testicle, and
you light the other testicle on fire. #The critters run from the burning testicle
onto the shaved one, okay? #And then you just take an icepick and you just
jam it into the fuckers! #Aah! Aah! True.
Is it possible to have a conversation that's a little more serious? -No! -Why?
That's what I fucking hate, man.
These people. We cannot do and say the things that make us feel good?
Doing and saying stupid things makes you feel good?
You know what I'm talking about. Like when we get past forty.
We can no longer be honest about what makes us laugh.
A father? Forget it. #You show any immaturity, you lose all credibility.
Blah, blah, blah. Come on. #You are pathetic, Ron, because
you don't need to participate in the conversation. It might be illuminating.
Because you're such a powerful man. #That's not fucking it, by the way.
I am here to talk about vulvas. #Volvos?
I got a schlong. -Happy birthday to you, Timothy! -Happy birthday! -Yeah!
Yeah! -Happy birthday!
Look at that! #She's got a beard.
'Course she does. -Look 'it. She's got a man-gina.
I didn't forget about ya. -You never do. #We love you, pal.
I guess I can die now. #Do it when no one else is around, please.
Thanks, guys. -Timmy!
Us band of brothers! #
Why do you dislike rock 'n' roll so much?
It's dead. It's a disease. It's a plague. It's been going on for too long. It's history.
It's not achieving anything. It's just aggression.
They play rock 'n' roll at airports.
And that is advanced as it can possibly get.
But there was time when you didn't feel that way.
It's just too much like a structure; a church.
SNYDER: Yeah, but there was a... A religion. A farce.
a time when you did not feel that way.
SNYDER: What made you change your... No, I always felt this way.
Even when you worked with The Sex Pistols?
I wondered when you'd get 'round to that one.
Yes. Even then. Because The Sex Pistols was going to be
the absolute end of rock 'n' roll, which I thought it was.
Unfortunately, the majority of the public,
being the senile animals that they are, got that wrong.
Where did the name "The Sex Pistols" come from?
Who thought that name up? ROTTEN: Some animal I can't remember.
It doesn't matter. It's history.
Well, I think history matters a little bit.
When you say, "some animal", was it a member of the band that made -
History does not matter.
I mean, your program's called, "Tomorrow".
There must be a reason behind that.
Well, unless we remember our yesterdays,
there will be no tomorrows.
Twisted Crawl! -Depeche Mode: -Personal Jesus! -Cure:
Boys Don't Cry... Killing an Arab! -X:
Johnny Hit and Run Pauline! I win, 'cause I got 15 points!
Timmy. You alright down there?
Wanna go for a ride?
Come on! Take it! More! More! Fuck yes!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Faster. Let's go faster! -Yes, baby!
Don't be sad, boy! Whoa, buddy!
Are you dead? Fuck! -What the fuck? -Come on.
Come on. I'll radio for help. -To the dunes, man!
How are they gonna find us? #They'll find us.
...swim series of all times: Cheryl Tiegs. #Big areolas, like g-gong!
Yes. I need some pussy here.
Is that fucking wrong? Everybody looks like a fucking Barbie doll.
You know, you don't want to have a fucking machete and get in there, and just...
night-vision goggles and shit. You want a clean runway.
Oh, yeah. Oh, my God. Look at this.
This is the best I felt all year. #Being here with you guys.
But I know it's because I can't feel anything. #Drugs.
It's not. It's us.
Don't rule that. #That's why we do this.
A question, Rich: Is that why we do this? #I love it. I think it's quintessant.
I look forward to it. I... #plan for it.
I need it. It's like, uh... #Christmas, for me.
Or if you're a non-Christian, it's like your birthday.
Or if you're a Jehovah's Witness, and don't celebrate birthdays,
then it's like the day you get married, you know?
Slightly less subdued than I imagine a typical Jehovah's Witness wedding to be.
But at your wedding?
My wedding?!
Aw, man, we are marooned. #We are stuck, man.
Why don't you have a woman, Rich? #I mean, I know you have women, but, like,
the woman. -Why?
Why do I need "the woman"? Why? #You know. You know, to tame you.
To train you, even. #I'm trained. I'm house-trained.
Untamed, maybe. #I don't piss on the carpets.
It's okay to let a girl love you.
Who wants this?
My mother? #She's -
You fuck lots of women. #Have you ever truly loved one?
I love 'em all.
Can't love 'em all. You can only love one.
If that's true, that's interesting.
Yeah. #You want to know what I think, Timothy?
When they really get to see me,
they don't like what they see.
You make sure of that.
Hey!
Well-played. #Porsches are known for taking up sand dunes.
We've got your energy. #Almost there!
Here we go.
An artist.
The SEC, and a government subpoena?
Jesus Christ...
Need a drink? -Yes.
Thank you.
Recognize anyone here?
Oh, jeez! #Who the fuck are those people?
I don't even recognize any of 'em.
Do you ever get scared?
What are you asking?
I guess I'm asking you if your life turned out the way you thought it would.
Look, I just don't have the time. I had this all day.
That dreamy shit, it's just not... #It ain't for me. Not now. Not now!
Well, you've always been more evolved than me, Tim. Always.
But being part girl will do that to you. Help you to
develop your sensitivity. I get it. #Look: I... I just...
Eyes closed. Mouth open.
Dilaudid. #A morphine derivative.
I had a patient who offered me money for a prescription.
Changed the landscape of my practice.
She had a lot of friends.
And this became your practice. #rather than the one that you
imagined you would have.
I remember in college, saying, "You can write about people,
and I can save lives."
♪ Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
♪ for y'all have knocked her up
♪ I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
♪ I was not offended ♪ for I knew I had to rise above it all
♪ or drown in my own shit
This is great! #This is great. Come on. The air.
Oh, I love it. The birds. #Are you kidding? It's the best.
You okay, man? #Hey, man, it's a brilliant idea, coming out here.
Oh, yeah, for sure. #You know, I got an idea: Let's go fishing. Blah, blah, blah.
And the best news is, we're going to be here all day.
Fucking nice. We're having a reunion.
Heave ho!
Let's do it!
Hey, Timmy, I think I got one!
So, this is a reunion, huh? #We all went to college together.
Jonathan and Richard have known each other since grade school.
We meet every year, somewhere. #That's nice. It's...
It's nice. It's good to catch up. -Sure is. #I left school when I was 14.
Sea kept me moving, so I never had any reunions,
except with my wife, after long fishing trips.
She died eleven years ago. #Cancer.
So, I spent most of my days out here
just drifting around, trying to figure things out.
I realize that I was lucky to have felt something that looked, or smelled, or
resembled real love. #Most folks never taste that.
I tasted it, and it made every day anointed.
Nothing mattered, when we were together.
And when we were apart,
I felt him.
I felt him, like my own breath.
Do you believe in heaven?
I wish I did.
You still write? #Yeah, I write. I write all the time.
I write... uh... #report cards.
I write on chalkboards. #I write to the school board to ask for more money.
Sometimes, I write, "Dear God, when you get a chance,
can you tell me why I've got nothing? #What does that gibberish mean?
I'm a... an English teacher, now.
For now. #A teacher of English.
How is Amanda?
I tell you, Rich, man, Sometimes, I can't believe that I chose so well.
I'll wake up with that warm body next to mine and I just...
Yeah, you're a lucky man. #She doesn't push me, or question me, you know?
We respect what we both do, and it's defined. I know my role.
I still don't know
why I've done the things that I've done.
I'm in trouble, Rich. #I'm in deep,
over-my-head, drowned in motherfuckin'... #trouble.
Want me to go get the food? -All right. Yeah. #Sounds good.
Uh, did you have a large order to go? #Yeah, well, um...
Is there anyone else here who might have my order? #Just one.
God damn, I bet you that's mine.
Would you like to pay now? #Well, yeah.
'Course. #Would you like to come home with my order?
I'm working. #You should probably work on your lines.
If I work on my lines, would you consider my offer?
No.
She likes me. She likes me.
Looks like you're feeding an army there.
Walk out with me. #What?
Why don't you take that apron off? #Throw it on the floor. Walk around the bar.
Leave, with me, right now.
You're really high, aren't you?
You say that like you like it. #I'm gonna give you my number.
I'm in town for three days.
I have three friends. We're harmless. #Fun.
Maybe you have three friends; want to come over... #It's up to you. Hey,
if you're planning on throwing that away, and not calling me,
wait 'til I'm about ten minutes away, okay? #'cause I'm sensitive like that.
Richard. I'm moist.
You... are a very sick man.
I think I've never heard anything like this.
It's one for the record books.
Motherfuckers, I can be reached
when my pager... -Fair enough.
Oh, ladies will be here in five!
You still have sex with your wife? -Well, that's private, Randolf.
Ha! That means you don't.
Well, actually, indeed I do. -He does. I know he does.
A lot. -How the fuck would you know that?
'Cause she's always too tired to fuck me!
How do you have sex with the same person over and over?
So, versus what? Having sex with random people over a long period of time?
See? He got you. -You know, the first time that I ever
saw my father have sex with my mother, I thought that he was killing her.
How'd he explain it to you? #My father soothes a seven year-old,
me, got down on one knee, and he said to me very gently, he said,
"Son, I was not hurting your mother. #I was simply fucking her brains out."
"M" for mushrooms, and "X" for x.
Better when they're sober, with an empty stomach, and no other drugs.
You sound like a doctor. #I'm studying to be one.
Oh, shit, man!
You let your demon out! -I'm on vacation.
So, anyway, this rich guy Greenberg moves into town.
and he's building this ugly 25,000-foot mansion
right on the ocean in front of my mom's house.
She tried to stop him legally, but he just crushes her with his money.
Fuck, he's putting in a helicopter pad.
Hey, you know, if the guy can live like a king, then why the fuck not?
Why does total excess equated with living like a king?
I mean, why do people need all that shit? #'Cause the shit is there.
That's crazy. #You actually believe that?
I don't believe it. I know it. -No, you can't know something if it's a choice.
Where'd you learn that college bullshit, from your philosophy professor?
No, I'm just saying, people don't need certain things,
even though they might think they do. -How the fuck would you know what people need?
Who pays your tuition? #Huh? Who pays your fucking rent?
Mom and Dad. -You're a little fucking infant in diapers, you fucking bitch.
Why don't you come and talk to me when the naïveté wears off, alright?
Jane. #Jonathan, do you have any idea what time it is?
5:30 in the morning, and Miles is sleeping.
I just want to hear his voice. #And you know that Daniel works late.
Yeah, so he can control the fucking world's oil markets,
'cause he makes so much money, and the rest of the country is so broke.
Are you drunk?
No, I'm fucking high. #I'm high as fucking shit.
You get together with your old friends, and
you can't even pretend that you're grown-ups? #I'm pretending you still love me.
Jonathan, stop. #I'm hanging up.
Jane, just... just... #just tell him again how it went.
from you loving me, to not loving me.
Oh, it's that what it... #that's what paper is.
You gotta stay on top of it. What kind of shit do you write?
Oh, I just write stories. Things that mean something to me.
Ah, the personal stuff. #God, no, he's so great.
He's really amazing. #And, then, so, you...
you submit them, right, to quarterlies? Crap like that?
My last one actually ran in The New Yorker. #So proud!
And then, you'll write another one. And then, you'll get the heat
behind you that will push you through
to write the novel. #To type the end.
And then? Fuckin'... #What?
I don't understand. I mean,
is there something wrong that? #You published a book. I'd love to be able to.
I was like that. #I was so fucking excited
about this, and about that,
but you just... #you think it's going to be so fucking rosy.
So fucking rosy... -Well, Jonah's not like that. -No?
He doesn't think anything is going to be one certain way. #He just loves to write.
You don't have to speak. -You live in some sort of disillusionment.
because it's easier than being honest.
What are you hiding from, old man?
You think that he's going to be like you when he's older?
'Cause it makes you feel better about yourself.
I still love it.
Let me see your heart.
You look just like my sister, Jill.
You should ask her to come over. #I can judge for myself.
No, it's impossible. #She's dead.
How did she die?
You can tell me. -I killed her. #I killed her.
I killed my boyfriend.
I killed him. #I killed them in a car.
This place we live,
this is a state. #A stop on the way.
True nirvana only happens when you die.
They were lucky. #Death is something to attain.
Do you see them alive, when you close your eyes to go to sleep?
Let me be her.
Fuck! You guys! Richard!
God! Oh, God! Help!
Oh, God! Get him off! Get him off!
God! Oh, God! No! No!
Hold his head! Hold his head!
Hold his head! #God!
Timmy! Tim! #Tim!
God! -C'mon! Tim! Tim! #Tim! C'mon! C'mon!
C'mon! Do it! Hit it!
Timmy! Timmy! I got you! -Rich? #He's dead.
What's going on? -He's fucking dead! -What's going on? -He's gone!
Won't you listen to me? He's gone. -Are you out of your fuckin'-What happened?
He's dead! Our fucking friend is gone!
The fucker beat me to the punch. #Somebody help me,
because I... I'm lost here. #I'm not.
I remember everything.
Senior year. #The room upstairs. The green couch.
The slanted walls. The Joy Division posters all over the
walls like it was yesterday. #It was Timmy's idea. He said,
"Will we ever remember this moment, when we were friends
like this? Will we ever feel this way again? #This alive?
This free? #this possible, again?"
Oh, God, I... #I'll never forget it, and yet,
we forgot it. #We all did. We all forgot it.
Tim didn't.
Look, we all said a lot of things when we were young.
So this... this means nothing to you. -Your word's no good. -Look,
we're going to call the police now, right? -And say what?
That we signed an oath, and now our friend is dead.
Please come pick up the body. -Who gives a fucking shit?
Timmy obviously did. #I mean, he remembered
what we wanted to be, and...
so do I. #This is insane, by the way. We are high.
We are high as shit. #Well, we just have to think this through.
Look, we just need to come down, alright?
Sleep it off, alright? -I can't come down.
Okay, I'm confused. Shut the fuck up. #I'm confused.
Are we talking about NOT calling the cops? #All our names are on that note.
That piece of fucking shit scrawl signified means NOTHING!
I'm not the same fucking fool that signed that!
Neither are you, alright? Things change.
No, you're certainly not the same person, Ron. #What the fuck does that mean?
Okay, so, our bond: no good to you. #A promise we made:
none of that means anything to you. #Your dead friend?
It means, what we fucking think about you.
It means, that I am not the same person. #None of us are.
You're not the same person. #You're not the same fucking friend.
Fuck. Fuck you! I'm a father! -And? And? -AND SO ARE YOU!
John sees his son, what, every two weeks?
And his son calls his stepfather, Dad. #You? You write your name
in blood, and it means what? #Your blood means pooey to you, so
You go home, Ron. #Go to your mother. Go to your wife,
who you love, and you go explain to her how badly you fucked up, okay?
You failed. You disappoint. #And how badly did you fuck up, huh,
you cocksucker? What did you do? #Bank robber? Huh?
Steal people's money? #Bank robber, now! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Are you the bank robber? Tell us!
Did you go bad on us? You're a hideous man. Jonathan?
Did our little Ronnie go bad on us?
Yeah, hello. We have an emergency- -What the fuck are you doing?
Someone has committed suicide. #We have to call the cops. We have to report this.
That's- -This is who we are.
If, when we wrote it, -Let me just get this straight. #You want me to sign off
on some 25 year-old, idealistic piece of bullshit that I don't even remember?
Richard, are you kidding me with this?
This is not a reality. This has nothing to do with now.
Tim is dead. -No, Timmy died for his reasons. That's right, you know.
Guilt. I know he could never live with himself. #But,
he did it. #He was weak.
That was... That was his choice, pal. #That was his life.
You know what? You never followed through on
a motherfucking thing in your entire life!
Not even that. You know what we used to call you behind your back, buddy?
Rat Ron. #Rat Ron,
'cause you were a fucking rodent. #You sold us tickets
to concerts that you got for free. #You were trying to fuck Jonathan's girlfriend.
Rat Fuckin' Ron. Always had to be the man. #Man with the plan. Tell me, Ron,
Tell me, Rat Ron, is that why you're in so much trouble?
Fucking loser. Where are all your best-sellers, huh?
Where are all your fucking best-sellers, you fucking hack?
You forget when Rat Ron bailed you out of jail
when we were seniors? You forget about that?
'Cause your mommy didn't have any fucking money? #Arty little Richard,
with no fucking money, and Ron had all the money,
'cause that was my fucking role! #You were art. I was commerce.
That's what you said. You remember that?
And you. How much money did I make for you over the years?
You fucking zombie quack fuck. #Let me try to lay this out for you
in a language that you can understand, okay?
The way I see it, you've got two choices: One, you can stay here.
Two, you can die there.
'Cause I've got a feeling, no matter what kind of bullshit you wrapped yourself up into,
man, you are in it so deep, it is gonna fuck you in the ass
and swallow you whole. #This is insane. This is fucking insane.
Oh, my God. #Fucking Timmy.
I think you should leave, Ron. #I think it's best.
Alright, I'm going to pack up my stuff, alright?
I'm gonna take off. I'm going home.
I just want to make it clear that I left before any of this happened, alright?
We should do something about Timmy.
Hey, Ron, it's me. The police are here.
Honey, call me. Please. I have no idea what's going on.
This is all Timmy's.
It's really beautiful, Richard.
Hey, fellas.
Captain Bob. It's good to see you. -You, too. #Where's your buddy Tim?
He, um...
Yeah, he had some other plans, pretty suddenly. -He had to take off. -Yup.
He must've been disappointed to have to leave.
Guess he went home sour, 'cause he didn't catch any fish.
Got some gas, and went on home.
Alright, well, you boys take care.
Oh my God! -Oh, Jesus! -Call 911!
Call 911! #They're on the way!
Let's go. Live. #He's gonna live.
Live.
What happened? Larry McCauley had a heart attack.
Is he okay? #One of those guys saved his life.
Really? -Yeah. #I know 'em. They've been on the boat with me.
and they've been hitting her real hard. #Yeah, a motley crew.
Not from around here.
Hi. -Hi, um... #I'm Laura Boyle. Sorry to bother you.
No bother. What's up?
The Athertons sometimes have me pass by; check in. #I was in the area.
So, it's just the four of you here? -No, one guy took off.
Who's counting? #Nobody.
Yeah, a buddy had to go back to Portland for business.
Are you the doctor? -No, he's sleeping, -after the heroics. -Yes,
and it was heroic. -Yeah.
I've seen that Porsche somewhere. #Oh, yeah, my buddy bought it off a local.
You've probably seen it around. -Right.
And the other one's mine. It's a rental. #That one? That one there? That's yours?
What's your name? -Ron. #Why?
Something wrong? -No. #No. No, there's nothing wrong.
You look like shit, Jonathan.
I'm making a salad.
How long has he been sleeping? #Hours.
Hey, Ronaldo? #Hey, man,
we got something. You gotta try this.
I'm so scared. #About what? Meeting Timmy?
That cop that was here. What was she doin' here?
Amanda left some messages, man.
The Feds are at my home.
I robbed clients. #but I never cheated on Amanda. I never cheated on her ever.
Really? -Yeah. Never.
You know, in the beginning,
you're trying to help people. Man, I'm trying, you know,
to enrich them. #And then,
something gets inside of you. #Some rationale, and you just
take a little for yourself. Just a little bit.
One zero turns into two, and three.
More, more, more, more, more. You can't. More.
And it's just a drug, man. #You get high,
and you drift.
Why did you need so much?
I love taking care of my family, man.
I was the man. #I was the man for a while, Rich.
I wish you could've seen me. #I really wish you could've seen me.
Amanda. Will she forgive you?
No one will.
Will you do it? -Fuck you. -Please. Please do it.
Don't. -I can't do it. #I have to do it.
You don't have to. You can go home.
You can face it. -I've tried, man. I've tried.
I can't. I tried to think of myself going home,
and seeing her, and having her
looking into me,
in my eyes.
I can't face it.
I can't. You have to do it.
Please? #Come on. Come on.
I remember, when I met you, you were such an asshole,
but you were cool.
You were this dark guy, with this dead dad, and I thought you were...
you were so cool. #You turned me on to
Holiday in Cambodia. Remember that? #You remember?
And I turned you on to The Pretenders.
"You arrived like a day and passed like a cloud
I made a wish I said it out loud
Everybody heard
'twas the talk of the town" Shh. Shh.
No talking now.
Okay?
There you go.
Is he awake?
Okay. I feel better. #What the fuck are we doing here?
Fuck, I told him to go home, you know? #I told him, "Go home."
So I told him, "Go home", but Ronnie never listened to anybody.
What a fucking ape.
Can't handle your beer, huh, faggot?
Hey, man! #That's our drink, asshole.
You made fun of my misfortune, and you made a gay slur.
Oh! I'll drink the drinks. #Who the fuck are you?
How can that possibly matter?
You're gonna buy us two more fucking drinks, brother.
Or you're gonna buy yourself a taxicab to the hospital.
I'm not buying you anything. #My friend's a physician,
so I get treatment right here, should I require.
You're barking up the wrong tree, asshole. #Worst fucking nightmare!
You need new material, my friend. #Barking up the wrong tree?
Worst fucking nightmare? #You're joking, right?
Here, I'll give you one. #I fucked your girlfriend so hard in the ass,
she cried. For more. #Oh, I'm sorry.
That's been used before, too.
By all the motherfuckers who fucked your cocksucking whore girlfriend in the ass.
Yes? -Mind if I have a word with you? #Yes.
Heard about the fight last night. Bartender said you got hit pretty hard.
I deserved it.
I've got a problem that I need to solve. -Yeah? -Yeah.
Your buddy Ron said the rental in the driveway was his?
But I checked it out, and it belongs to a "Tim Arthurs". -Yeah. -Yeah.
That car there? -Yes.
Yeah, that's Tim's.
We're gonna return it for him.
Yeah, I don't know why Ron would say that.
May I speak to him?
Who? #Ron.
No.
No. #No, he...
he had to go. #Yeah, he left early this morning.
How'd he leave?
Taxi?
I don't know. I was sleeping.
You almost done? #You mind if I look around?
You really don't have a lot to do around here, do you?
Well, you have stuff to do. #That's funny.
Well, excuse me, but I have a question about
that old guy from the diner. How's he holding up?
His granddaughter Emily says he's doing just fine.
I'm glad to hear that he's hanging in there. -Yeah. -Hey. -Hey.
Is there a problem? #I just had a question about your cars.
I was hoping to talk to your friend Ron.
Well, he probably took off early.
Can I see your eyes? #Glasses.
Scotch, right?
How long you guys thinking of staying?
We're leaving soon. #Tomorrow.
That's good of you.
Fuck!
Richard!
We're out of drugs. #No!
Now I remembered but Timmy fucking did it.
He didn't forget. Never fucking forgot.
I wanted to be the one. I wanted to be the reason.
Go in there to get depressants. #Don't say anything. If they ask,
you had a knee operation. But they won't ask.
Richard? Richard?
That's what you're looking for?
Here. I got you something.
A comment on my chosen profession?
Let's go home.
Hello? -Hey, Jane. -Hey, Jonathan. He's right here.
-Hi. -Hey, buddy.
Miles, how are you? -Good.
Daddy took me on a helicopter yesterday,
'cause he had to meet someone for lunch. I was only a little scared.
Miles, I'm your Daddy.
You know that.
We could see the whole city.
Miles, Daniel is your step-father.
I'm your father. -What?
Promise me you'll remember that. #Miles? Come on. We've got to go.
-Oh. I have to go. -Miles.
Miles, promise me you'll remember I'm your daddy. -Mommy, Daddy said...
Bye.
I came to tell you, I can't... #do this.
Main engine starts: 4... 3... 2... 1...
and lift-off! Lift-off of the 25th space shuttle mission
It has cleared the tower.
Something's not right. I got to get in that house.
Was it drugs? -Yeah. #Now it's out of control.
I mean, it's not recreation, I'll tell you that.
Aaaahhh. -It's okay.
Are you here to save me?
I need you to tell me where your friends are. #Oh, God.
Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it? #Good. Good?
Do you think
it can keep me alive, all by itself?
Can you? #Come here.
I love my friends.
I love my friends. #I thought about 'em when I was weak,
but, you know what? It only made me feel weaker. #You know why? Because...
Because, you can't have the past back, no!
No. Oh. No. #Every time we were together,
we were not present. #We weren't here. We were wasted!
We were always fucking wasted, okay?
We didn't do what we said we would.
Maybe... #all this...
was... #a way of saying...
we remembered...
we remembered what we used to feel.
Where are your friends, Richard?
You want to know where my friends are. -I need to know.
Tell me. -They're dead. -What?
They're buried in the back, in the rocks; in the sand.
They're deeeaaddd.
Oh, my... Oh, my God! You went back there!
What kind of cop are you?
You went back there, remember?
Richard! #The car!
Oh, God!
Richard, look at me. #You don't have to do this.
You know where we are?
It's so fucking beautiful. -Come here. -I am so goddamned scared.
Hey,
Why are we doing this?
You don't have to do this.
I'd miss my friends too much.
25 years from now, if we can't remember what this feels like,
and we have forgotten this beautiful moment,
Who we'd say we'd become, our promise to each other,
swearing to, and by our friends - We will never forget.
See this life, our life, the one we want to live,
the men we want to be, and will be.
To forget this feeling is to fail.
If we forget, we will die as one.