Benji's Hour (2023) Movie Script
1
[roaring sound]
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
-[birds chirping]
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[boots sloshing]
-[birds chirping]
-[music continues]
Shh! Quiet. Look.
-[birds chirping]
-[music continues]
[bird squawking]
Shit.
Hey. Good stuff. Nice job, bud.
[music intensifies]
[urinating]
Watching 116 videos
Tryna rap just like Mineo
Whatever come save
My life, uh
But he ain't really
With the word hero, uh
O-M-G, I believe
What I can't see
I still got these memories
When one little kid
Tryna be like me
- Yo, what's good?
- [boy] Yo.
[male] Yo, how you doing?
How are you?
[indistinct chatter]
Really I got no chill
Wait a minute, whoa
Yo. What's good?
I don't even know
My limits, whoa!
And ain't no pretending
Whoa
Catching z's
You finna get
[girl] Hey. How are you?
Nice to see you.
Long as I got bread
This is just beginning, whoa
[Benji] Yo. What's up bro?
Know we got it
Don't ask if we bought it
[partygoers]
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Now I get paid for rhyming
Now they look so excited
Why, of course
I signed this
Always shutter-blinding
That's the future shining
Ay, we up next
Ay, we up next
Yeah, we up next
Yeah, we up next
We up, we up next
[serene music playing]
-[sirens blaring]
-[CB chatter]
[CB chatter]
-[sirens blaring]
-[gasping]
[sirens blaring]
-[CB chatter]
-[laughing and panting]
[grunting and groaning]
-[CB chatter]
-[fireworks popping]
[serene music]
[sirens blaring]
[soft music playing]
[fireworks popping]
-[camera flashes]
-[soft music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
[disgusted sigh]
Are you fucking kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Yeah. You know--
I didn't have to
fucking bail you out.
You know, you ruined my night.
I was with somebody.
I wasn't the one that
fucking called you.
Shut up. Shut up!
We're leaving. Excuse me!
[sarcastically]
Thank you.
I'm not gonna forget
about that bail.
All right? You owe me!
[solemn music playing]
-[male] All rise.
-[female] Be seated.
[male]
The People of the State
of New York
versus Benjamin Hayes.
[female] I accept the
terms of the agreement.
The alternative is
juvenile detention.
Mr. Hayes, which will it be?
Benjamin, the court requires
your decision now.
[solemn music playing]
[female]
I'm running behind, Marty.
Can you show Benjamin where
the community service office is?
You got it.
Gentlemen.
[soft music playing]
[sighing]
[metal clanking]
Oh, hey there, hon.
You must be Benjamin!
Nope.
Oh, my mistake.
W-Well, what can I do
you for, sweetie?
No, yeah... No, I'm him.
Yeah, I was joking.
I'm Ben. Benji.
Oh.
[chuckles]
Quite the trickster.
Yay. They, um,
they told me,
you know, you were,
whoever you may be,
you were coming in today.
Look, um,
I know you're not working
here by choice, per se,
but it's still really great
to have you on board.
[softly]
Hey.
Shake on that.
You want apple juice
or something?
I'm allergic.
Oh- hey, I have a friend
who's allergic to apples,
if you can believe that, right?
I'm not allergic to apples.
I'm allergic to the
idea of apple juice.
Figure you ought
to know that about me.
Uh-huh. I see.
No, I'm joking.
Ah!
[chuckles]
You got me, you got
me. You're good.
Dude, you are so good.
Okay, well, um,
come on, sit, sit, sit.
Yeah. I, I can, uh,
get comfortable, I'll
give you the rundown.
Oh. No, great. Yeah, 'cause
it's so much healthier to stand.
So that was, thank you for that.
So basically what we do here
is we make wigs for
cancer patients because
people who have cancer,
they tend to lose their hair.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, no, of course you do. What
is the matter with me? Wow.
I'm so off my game today. Um...
Anyway, so your job
will be, you know,
boxing up wigs for shipping,
putting labels on 'em,
sweeping, sweeping, sweeping.
You know,
like a barbershop, sweeping,
sweeping, sweeping
and, you know,
occasional delivery.
Real simple, easy
stuff like that.
Stop!
Um, yeah.
We don't really need you
to start until tomorrow,
but it, it, it, it was so great
that you, you came by and
see the place, we got to say hi.
Thank you so much for coming by.
[silently mouthing]
Have a nice day.
-[bed squeaking]
-[moaning and panting]
-[water running]
-[door shuts]
Uh-oh.
Well, howdy do there, Benji?
[chuckles]
Hi.
Did you get some milk
while you were out?
No, I forgot.
Fine. When you don't have
any milk for your cereal
in the morning, I don't want
to hear bitching, okay?
M'kay.
Anyway, I'm gonna go
out for a little bit,
so I left some uh,
leftover mac and cheese
in the fridge,
in case you get hungar.
Hunger, I mean,
in case you get hungar...
in case, in case
you get hunger-ey.
Where you going?
Since when do I have to explain
my whereabouts to you?
I don't ask where you're going.
Granted, you're the one
got yourself arrested, so...
That's fair.
-Excuse me?
-Forget it.
-No, I'm not gonna forget it.
-Please, Mom.
-What?
-Please.
-What?
-Come on.
What "Come on"?
You think I don't know
how you spent
your time after Dad left?
And how might that be?
You were fucking there,
you remember.
Oh, no. Well, no,
I guess you wouldn't.
Think you're real
hot shit, don't you?
Yeah. No, you're right.
You're right, Benji.
You got it all
fucking figured out.
But as long as you're here
and you're under my roof--
You mean the roof
that you stole.
Your father went where he went
because he stopped being
able to tell the difference
between me and a punching bag.
Okay? So when you're
here under my roof--
-His roof.
-It's my fucking roof!
As long as you are here
under my fucking roof...
...you'll show me
a little bit of respect.
After that...
...I don't fucking give
a fuck what you do.
Yeah, you don't tell me
where you're going,
I'm not going to know
what fucking ditch
to pick you up in.
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
-Psst.
-Oh, hey.
Oh, hey.
-Look, I'm a working man.
-Hi.
[female voice]
Fucking kidding me.
-With nothing. Nothing!
-Oof.
[birds chirping]
[tense music playing]
[Samantha]
Yo, Benji.
Yeah, sorry.
-So?
-So?
[sighing]
Forget it.
What?
Ah, no, you can just,
let's start by telling
me how it went,
what they're having you do.
I'm cleaning shit.
[Samantha] Cleaning shit,
what like bathrooms?
I'm proud of you.
-Why?
-I need a reason?
I don't know, are you high?
Oh, what now I have to be
smacked to be proud of you?
What are you doing? I mean,
look on the bright side.
Bright side?
It's gotten you off the streets.
What are you trying
to say, Samantha?
I don't know, I just, I, for
one, feel a whole lot safer so.
-Really?
-What are you doing?
-It's a peaceful town.
-It is.
-What about now?
-No, no, no! Benji!
- Stop!
- [Benji] What about now?
-Put me down, Benjamin.
-What about now?
Benji, no!
Do you feel safe now?
What about now?!
-Oh my God.
-Do you feel safe?
You're not gonna drop me,
you're not gonna drop, are you?
-Whoa.
-[giggling]
No, no, no.
You still feel safe?
-[Benji screaming]
-[Samantha] Yes!
[Benji screaming] Ah!
You've really gone
and fucked yourself now.
-Have I?
-[laughing]
You're so stupid.
You're so stupid.
Hey, you guys,
you can't be in there.
[Benji]
Go, go, go!
-[Benji] Sorry!
-Sorry.
What the fuck?! No!
[female laughing]
He told me we were going
to a Dunkin' Donuts!
[male voice] Yo! Pull up!
The elevator fucking works!
I can't do that.
I c--, I can't get into
dumb shit right now.
They're gonna take away my deal.
[male voice]
Come on, Chicken Littles!
Time to save the world!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
-I worry about him.
-Yeah, me too.
-You want to do this?
-It looks like fun.
[gentle music playing]
Sometimes your stupid is
good stupid 'cause this is cool.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-What?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Are we not allowed to--
-We're not allowed to clink?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[soft music playing]
Ah! It's so pretty.
It's so pretty!
God bless America! Ah!
[giggling]
-Take your trash.
-Fucking shit.
Clean up after
yourselves, okay?!
[laughing]
Don't, don't!
Come on.
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
[train honking and clanking]
[train honking]
[soft music playing]
[thunder rumbles]
[inaudible audio]
[music intensifies]
Hey. I'm Benji.
I said, "I'm Benji."
Yeah, I heard you.
What's yours?
What's my what?
Your name.
If you're trying to fuck me,
I'm not interested. Understand?
-What are you talking about?
-I said I'm not interested!
Okay. Jesus. Forget it.
Laura.
[Benji]
What?
My name's Laura.
Cool.
Why'd you think
I wanted to fuck you?
'Cause most men do.
[items rustling]
[male voice] So you'll take
mornings up on the counter?
-[moans]
-Hey. You know, it's just--
Oh, hey, Junior. Don't
let us bother you, huh?
Don't sweat it, Senior.
I am late for work.
Oh, is that, is that
what you call it?
You know, you're right,
I wouldn't know.
I'm actually on my way to watch
another prick try to bust a nut.
What did you say to me, punk?!
J-Jerry, just forget about it.
He's, he's...
It's just how he jokes.
Whatever.
Didn't your daddy ever
teach you any manners?
Oh, that's right, he
wouldn't have, would he?
[warily]
Jerry.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm the punk?
[grunting]
No!
-[Rita] Stop it!
-[Benji] Stop it!
[grunting]
Get back. Get back!
-Fuck you, Rita! Ow!
-[Benji screams]
[Benji]
Now! Get out!
Jerry, wait. No, no.
-I don't even know,
-Not a word.
what to--
Don't say a word, Rita.
Not one word.
[both panting]
-[door closes]
-[plate shatters]
[sirens blaring in distance]
Spare one?
You're unbelievable, kid,
you know that?
Hey, how long you
been working here?
Twelve years.
Yeesh!
What about you? I saw
the papers on Susan's desk.
I know you're not volunteering.
Oh, I killed a guy.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Why'd you do that?
It had to be done.
I don't kill for fun.
You don't think
I'm tough enough?
I don't think
you're heavy enough.
You shouldn't smoke.
Oh, that's a bit hypocritical,
don't you think?
Well, I'm a bit older than
you, don't you think?
Okay, I quit.
What do you want from me?
I'm just making conversation.
I already told you if
you're trying to fuck me,
I'm not interested.
I already told you I'm not,
okay? So we can just,
cause you're not...
...you're not my type.
What type might that be?
Crazy.
What can I say that will cut
this conversation short?
Why do you yell at the wall?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I saw you.
You must've seen wrong.
Okay.
-My turn.
-Shoot.
What'd you really do?
I ran from cops and
some other stuff.
-Why?
-I don't know, I don't know.
-Worth it?
-It's whatever.
Why is it whatever?
I don't know. You know,
life just happens.
-Why mess with that?
-Oh, come on. Life just happens?
That's the single worst excuse
for fucking up I've ever heard.
Okay, Miss "I'm So Perfect",
what's your excuse,
for where you ended up?
Where might that be?
Stringing wigs and
yelling at walls.
[snorts]
Life just happens.
It just does.
You trying to fuck me?
[Laura]
No.
[brooding music playing]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[Laura] No, no.
I'm waiting for someone.
-[man mumbling]
-Hey. Hey!
What are you--
Get away from her!
This your boyfriend, Laura?
If I'd known you
like 'em that young,
I'd come over myself.
Hey, get away! Hey!
You not fucking hear me?!
I said get away from her!
Hey. Junior, take it easy.
Laura just owes me some money,
and I'm here to
collect it, that's all.
Come on, don't be like that.
Take a fucking hike!
What are you gonna do
with that? Be a fucking hero.
[hisses angrily]
I'll see ya, sweetheart. Bye.
[panting]
Is that worth it?
It's whatever, I guess.
[vintage jazz playing on stereo]
[music continues]
[music continues softly]
[CB chatter]
What the fuck is this?
Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck you, dude. Get
the fuck out of my house!
Really?! Today?! Of
all the fucking days?!
Are you fucking kidding
me?! Fucking bitch.
Un-fucking-believable.
Un-fucking-believable!
You better fucking hope
I don't get the fuck out!
Fuck you!
[jazz music continues]
I'll see you in my dreams
Hold you in my dreams
Someone took you
Out of my heart
[instrumental jazz music]
[glass cracking]
[music continues]
[glass clinking]
[groans]
Hey there, Benjamin.
[groaning woozily]
[grunting]
Hold on. I got it. I got it.
Okay. Okay.
Yeah.
[grunting]
[panting]
Hi, baby.
[groaning and sighing]
[sighing]
It's always gonna
be like this, isn't it?
[groans]
What?
[disgustedly]
Oh God.
Why do, why you always
got to be so serious?
You're pathetic.
I'm pathetic?
You're pathetic.
[chuckles]
I'm pathetic?
Do you know how much
I gave up... for you?
Do you have any idea?
Do you know?
I wish you hadn't.
Where the fuck do you
think you're going?!
No. No. Do not
take one more step.
Not one more step.
Get out of my way.
Get out of my fucking way.
[grunting]
Get out of my fucking--
Stop it! Let me go! Let me go!
Bye, Rita.
[whimpering]
You ungrateful piece of shit!
[glass shattering]
[Benji]
My life is just so fucked.
My world keeps getting smaller
and smaller and smaller.
Honestly, it might be time for
you to bail for your own good.
Well, what if I wanna
take the ride?
Well, if that's the case...
...let's fucking ride.
[Samantha giggles]
-[knocking]
-[female voice] Samantha.
One minute!
[soft music playing]
[female voice] Is that Benji?
Bill, get down here.
She just wanna chill
Open this door right now!
Something for my life
Know I had to deal with
This pressure on my mind
Stressing two-four seven
Trying to push it
To the side
She just wanna rock
With me on the daily
Baby, am I crazy?
If you wanna slide later
Come save me
Meet me in the night
Sounds fine, I'm faded
I'm faded
Got me pacing again
Couple thoughts
Inside my mind
I'm just taking it in
Writing fast
Like I'm racing the pen
Couple minutes independent
Then I'm blazin' again
It's like the thoughts
In my mind
Turn it off and rewind
Picture something different
Then I'm lost in the lines
Twisting up a swisher
Got me off in the sky
And I know your seven digits
So I call, call all the time
Call all the time
She just wanna vibe
Got me lost in the line
[footsteps swishing]
[lock clicking]
Hi. Hi.
What in God's name
are you doing here?
Can I come in?
-[scoffs] No.
-No, Laura. Hey, Laura.
Please. Hey. Hey, Laura.
Laura. Laura. Laura. Laura.
I have mace.
Oh. Uh, yep. What-- What kind?
What-- What flavour?
How do you even have my address?
A bird. A bird flew at 4F.
-What?
-4F.
What are you doing here?
Okay, I know it's really
weird, and it's a lot to ask,
but could I possibly
just stay the night
on the couch because
I don't really know
where else to go this late.
And y-you, you can totally
say no if you want to.
Please.
[lock clattering]
It's a shitty couch, but...
...have at it.
-Thank you.
-I'm gonna be in my room.
Please don't disturb me. Okay?
Like, if you're dying,
do so quietly.
Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna come in.
[Laura] Okay.
-And I'll shut this.
-[Laura] Good. Yeah.
-Okay.
-[Laura] Okay.
[door creaking]
[sniffles]
[children playing]
[thudding]
-What are you doing?
-[Benji] Nothing.
-Are you trying to rob me?
-No.
-Get out of here!
-No, I'm not--
Get the fuck out!
No, I'm sorry. Jesus.
[Laura]
What the fuck were you doing?
-Are you trying to rob me?
-No.
Were you trying
to steal from me?
No, no I wasn't.
-I-- I'm just a fucking idiot.
-Then what were you doing?
I'm a fucking idiot
and I'm gonna go. I'm sorry.
-Just sit.
-What?
Just sit.
[softly]
Okay, okay.
I'm really sorry.
I didn't know you had cancer.
Well, congratulations,
now you do.
-Is it bad?
-No.
That's good.
What the fuck are
you doing here?
Well, you know the
suite at my hotel
is being refurnished,
so yeah, it was time.
No, my mom and I don't
get along very well.
Well, don't you have
any friends you can call?
What about that
girlfriend of yours?
Her mom isn't my biggest fan.
Also...
Also what?
I didn't think that
you would judge me.
I saw the way your
girl looked at me,
so if anyone's
being judged here.
I know, I'm sorry about that.
Um, she didn't know
that I knew you.
Yeah, but why should
that matter?
You're fucking right.
So the cancer...
is it gonna kill you?
Aren't you a happy camper?
Yeah.
At some point, it will.
I think it's time
we call it a night.
Yeah.
But listen, if you get
curious or lonely again,
next time, I'm not gonna be
as understanding. You got it?
No worries there.
[door creaking]
All right, boys. It's simple.
Get in, get out, copy?
What if the register's empty?
Bro, I already told you, my
cousin cleans the bathroom here
and he says register's
always full on Sunday.
How much did that
information cost?
-50 percent.
-50 percent? No.
Fuck you. No. No deal.
We wouldn't have even known
about it if it wasn't for--
No fucking deal. I'm out.
Are you seriously
gonna walk away
from money this easy?
This won't even
take us ten minutes.
It's so fucking close, I can
smell it. You smell it?
-I can fucking smell it.
-He fucking smells it.
"To dare is to lose
one's footing.
Not to dare,
that's to lose oneself."
What are you talking about?
Kierk-- Kierkegaard.
Kaka what?
You know, Soren Kierkegaard...
The father of existentialism?
Hey, Eric. Have I ever told you
that you're a little bitch?
All the fucking time.
-'Kay.
-But in the man's own words,
"The moment you label
me, you negate me",
so who's the bitch now, bitch?
-Fine.
-Fine what?
Let's get a fucking move on.
Attaboy. Oh, one more thing.
The idea would be
not to use this,
but better be safe
than sorry, right?
[shouting in the distance]
[soft music playing
over intercom]
[grunting]
[gasping]
[gasping]
[tense music playing]
[gasping and panting]
[music continues]
[screaming]
[breathing heavily]
Rough night?
[making gurgling noise]
Where is your daddy in all this?
Long gone.
-Divorced?
-Jail.
He could be dead for all I know.
-Shame.
-I wouldn't know.
You still have one parent,
don't take it for granted.
If you call what
she does parenting.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I have an idea.
If I out-drink you,
you go home to your mom's.
If you win,
I'll sleep on the fucking couch.
You're on.
But you have no idea
what you're getting
yourself into.
I don't think you do.
Ahh.
["Lost Lost Lost"
starts playing]
Baby I'm lost
Baby I'm lost
[vocalizing]
[grunting and sighing]
[chuckling]
You calling it quits?
[grunting]
-Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
-[Laura laughing]
Ah.
[groaning]
-You win.
-[Laura] Yes.
-You win. You win.
-[Laura chuckling]
[grunting]
-Congratulations. You win.
-Where you going?
Let's show her what
she's won, Bob.
Whoa!
[grunting and groaning]
Are you okay? Sit right here.
You cheated because you...
...you don't have a stomach.
[Laura chuckling]
[melancholic music playing]
Who is the kid?
What?
Who's that kid in the
picture in the wagon?
That's my Mary.
Where is she?
She's dead.
[music continues]
Yeah, some... guy
doing 50 in a 25.
My little girl never
stood a chance.
[music continues]
I had it once, you know.
Had what?
Ignorance and bliss.
I had it. I had it, I had--.
I held it, held it...
...in my hand.
[music continues]
Yeah. I know what it feels like.
And now my hand
has nothing in it.
And, you know what
would normally feel fine,
it feels very empty.
[music continues]
You know, you look like death.
[Laura chuckling]
So... you should stay tonight.
But you need to go home
first thing in the morning
and work your shit out.
Fucking death, man.
Yeah.
You said the cancer's
gonna kill you.
And?
And I don't know how you
can be so fucking calm.
Hmm, death's heavier
on the young.
Yeah, I don't have time
to go into a tailspin
over the inevitable.
[snorting]
I feel like
all my friends, you know, like,
shoot for the Moon
and hit the stars,
but I can't seem to make it
out of the fucking atmosphere.
Laura.
Yeah?
I wish things were different.
Don't we all?
It's been five years
And some change
And this world
Is gettin' so strange
But this old house
Smells just the same
And my mom
My sweet mom
She don't remember my name
Hey, Mom.
I don't even know
what I'm supposed
to say to you right now.
I mean, what gives you the right
to just get up and leave--
We're not doing this right now.
-But--
-Later, okay?
Just not right now.
Fine.
[Rita laughing]
[folk music playing]
Traveling north
Traveling north to find you
Train wheels beating
The wind in my eyes
Don't even know
What I'll say
When I find you
Ah! Oh!
[laughing]
Oh!
I'm back alive.
It's so many miles
And so long
No, don't, don't,
don't, don't, don't.
[laughing]
And fall down!
[grunting]
But suddenly now I know
Where I belong
-[male's voice] Yeah.
-[Rita] I didn't say anything.
-You're a fucking liar.
-Don't.
-Every fucking day
-Don't.
it's the same shit and
I'm fucking sick of it!
[Rita]
Benji! Eric's here.
Shit.
What?
Nice to see you too, buddy.
What do you want?
I want to know what happened.
We were all ready to go,
and then you up
and fucking dipped.
We had to bail because of you.
-And?
-What happened?
-Nothing.
-Obviously wasn't nothing.
I didn't feel like it.
Um, and I don't owe
you an explanation.
I don't owe you shit
and I'm a little bit tired
of everybody thinking otherwise.
Robbing a gas station
isn't like jacking off.
You don't do it 'cause
you feel like it,
you do it 'cause
you fucking do it.
I got a suspicious vibe from
the guy behind the counter.
Is that, are you, is that?
Jesus fucking Christ.
-What?
-I don't even recognize you.
What are you talking about?
You're like a completely
different person.
You look fucking terrified.
Why would I be terrified?
I don't know, but
you're all over the place.
I'm solid.
Okay. Whatever you say, bro.
I will, uh, catch you
later, I guess.
Bye. See ya.
[insect buzzing]
[tense music starts suddenly]
[children playing]
[male's voice]
Fucking liar!
-[Rita] Don't, don't.
-Every fucking day
it's the same shit and
I'm fucking sick of it!
[children playing]
[Rita]
Are you fucking kidding me?!
[children laughing]
[male's voice]
Fucking kidding me?!
[slow tense music playing]
[gunshot blasting]
[insect buzzing]
[sirens blaring in distance]
[thunder crashes]
-[man] Sup, dude.
-[Benji] Hey, how ya doing?
[thunder crashes]
[gasping]
Nobody fucking saw that?
[soft music playing]
[car honking]
He saw!
[music continues]
[owl hooting]
[music continues]
Hey, where's Laura?
Oh, she didn't feel well.
Didn't come in today.
Oh. Okay. Later.
Later.
[gentle music playing]
[intercom buzzes]
[music continues]
[intercom beeping]
[music continues]
[buzzing]
[beeping]
[music continues]
[ragged exhale]
[gentle music playing]
[weak inhale]
[rock music playing]
[female laughing]
Giving me love
All on your canvas
All of the girls
All on the mattress
[laughing]
[laughing]
All arms up
Oh, yes, I can
help you with that.
[Rita laughing]
And you too
You're the best I can do
You're the best I can do
You're the
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[Benji] Cheers.
[indistinct chatter]
Yeah, are you ready for this?
[soft music playing]
[Eric] Who tryna take
a ride on the boat?
[Benji]
Oh my God! What the fuck?!
Oh! No. Oh!
[soft music playing]
Whoo!
And you too
You're the best I can do
You're the best I can do
You're the, you're the
You're the best I can do
You're the best I can do
You're the, you're the
[music continues]
[soft music playing]
[Eric]
Yeah!
[music continues]
[fire crackling]
[music continues]
Hello! Hold on, I can't
hear ya! Hold on!
[rap music playing]
Okay, go ahead! Go ahead!
What?
What?
Ah. Hi.
I'm looking for Rita Hayes.
I'm her son.
-One moment.
-What happened?
I'm not allowed to give
you that information,
but if you take a seat, I'll let
the nurse know you're here.
[soft music playing]
Yeah? Here? Yeah.
[male grunting]
[music continues]
Hi. W-What, what's happening?
-Sorry? Is she okay?
-Let's talk somewhere private.
No, w-where is she?
W-what, is she okay?
Please, just come with me.
- [male voice] Let me go!
- [male voice 2] Let me go!
[female]
I need some help over here!
[male]
Let me go! Let me go!
Please! Get him some help!
Need some help over here!
What happened? Nobody told me
anything when they called.
I'm not allowed to disclose
that information without her--
I'm her fucking son.
I get that, but
I'm still not allowed.
Why the fuck not?
That's bullshit.
That is fucking bullshit.
You want me--
It's fucking bullshit!
That's why I'm being so loud!
'Cause it's fucking bullshit.
Just tell me what
the fuck's going on!
Your mom overdosed
on heroin tonight.
[voice distorted]
And was brought into the ER
at approximately 22:00 p.m.
She's currently
on intravenous fluids,
breathing again,
and her condition is
relatively stable but,
this could've gone
a very different way.
I'm gonna hold her overnight
to monitor her vitals
so she doesn't go into acute
withdrawal from the Narcan.
You feel safe going home?
Is there someone we can call
-for you?
-It's fine. I'm fine.
Here's a list
of treatment centers
and N.A. groups.
But it only works
if she shows up.
[normal voice] So I'd urge you
to try to convince her to go.
Okay.
[doctor] If she doesn't
change her lifestyle soon,
the likelihood of her becoming
a statistic just keeps going up.
[glass shattering]
[brooding music playing]
[pills rattling]
[pills rattling]
[bottles clinking]
[music continues]
You did this. You did.
[Rita]
Benji, I, I'm just gonna...
It's okay.
How, how can I expect you
to know right from wrong
when I'm just a fucking fuck,
a fuck-up?
Oh my God. Jesus, God!
I'm such a fuck-up!
You're not. Hey, stop!
- [Rita] Such a fuck-up!
-Stop, stop! Hey, stop that.
[Rita]
Okay.
I threw away all your shit.
So it's all gone.
I talked to your internist.
I told him what happened.
So he's not over-prescribing
you anymore.
I went to fucking Jeff
at the liquor store,
and I told him not
to sell to you again
and I told him if he did,
I'd have him arrested.
I know that you'll
do what you do,
but the doctor mentioned
rehab, and I think...
[Rita groaning]
-Mom, I think it's time.
-Ben-- Benji.
-Mom.
-Benji.
Mom.
I'm not gonna, I'm not
gonna go to rehab.
Why not? You wanna change?
Yeah. I mean, for the first time
in a really long time, yeah.
But what stops you from
going back down the rabbit hole?
Look.
I'll consider it.
Guess I got a lot
of growing up to do.
[Benji sighs]
[pensive music playing]
[music continues]
[Popeye the Sailor singing]
I biffs and I bops 'em
And always offer up some
But none of them
Gets nowhere
If anyone dasses to risk
[thudding]
[Olive Oyl]
Oh! Oh! What happened?!
Oh!
[Olive screaming]
[man sneezes on television]
He must've known
Charles pretty well.
How can you tell?
He's allergic to him.
[rain pattering outside]
[music playing on TV]
Bless you.
Do you know him?
Never seen him before.
[phone ringing]
[music playing on TV]
[Rita]
Benji, phone call.
-Hello?
-[Susan] Hey there, Benji.
Susan?
Yeah. Sweetie,
I, I'm sorry to call,
but I was wondering
if you might be able
to come down for a bit.
I need to talk to you
about something.
Course. Is everything okay?
-[Susan] Thanks, hon.
-[phone clicks]
Who was that?
Be back in a bit.
Where you going?
-Work.
-Now?
Yep.
Well, okay.
Uh, just be, be home
for, for dinner.
-The fuck?
-What?
You don't make dinner.
Trying.
Whatever you say, weirdo. Bye.
[Susan] Hey there, sir.
Can you come here for a sec?
[chatter on CB]
Officers, we'll
just be a second.
[officer] Hey kid, you Benji?
You wanna tell me
what the fuck is going on?
Okay, listen to me.
I can't tell you how much
I hate asking you this,
but were you here tonight?
-What are you asking me?
-Benji, this is important.
What? No, I wasn't.
Are you absolutely positive?
Yes, I'm positive.
Okay, so when the cops
came, they found out
you were working here,
they started asking questions.
-You don't think that I--
-No, not if you say you didn't.
I will talk to them,
but chances are
they're gonna wanna
have a word with you.
Okay.
Okay.
[melancholic music playing]
[sirens blaring]
[male]
This is a real fucking charmer
we brought in here.
'Cause he came in about
a year and a half ago.
He was a real piece of work,
was a bunch of attitude.
Of course,
now he's on probation.
I think we can probably lean on
him with that a little bit.
Couple of those. What is that--
What do you call that, emo?
Is that what that haircut is?
I don't know.
-No big rules there--
-[banging]
Oh, he's got my
fucking attention now.
-Yeah.
-[detective] Am I wrong?
[ringing]
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's been crazy out there.
We'll get right to it.
I'm gonna turn this on,
if that's all right. Okay.
It's August 15th, 23:37
in the p.m.
Uh, Benjamin, thanks
a lot for coming down.
I didn't really see a choice.
All the same, we appreciate it.
Benjamin, can you tell us
where you were tonight?
I was home.
If you could be more specific.
I was in my room.
[chuckles]
So you weren't anywhere
near the shop
where you do your
community service?
No, I love, I love it there.
I... I wouldn't...
I didn't do that.
Um, do I need a lawyer?
A lawyer?
[chuckles]
That is a curious response.
Wouldn't you say so?
'Cause I didn't say
anything about a
lawyer, did you?
You know, it makes me wonder
why do you think
you would need a lawyer
if you were being
honest with us?
Okay, well, if I'm
being honest with you,
I wasn't anywhere
near the shop tonight
so, am I free to go?
Not just yet.
Now, you say you were
home in your room.
Is there anyone who
could attest to that?
My mom but, uh, I
doubt she'd remember.
-What are you implying?
-That she has a bad memory.
We might have a problem
here then, Benjamin.
'Cause you want us to just
take your word for it,
and we're not gonna do that.
And I'll give you
another piece of advice.
You can can it with the
shit attitude right now.
[indistinct chatter]
Lawyer. Now. Now.
Have it your way.
Ending interview.
Sure as fuck hope you
know what you're doing.
[soft music playing]
[detective]
Fucking punk.
Be a hard ass with me.
[chuckles]
[thudding]
[music continues]
M'kay. I wanna say
something like, whatever,
and I don't want you to be
a bitch about it, okay?
Okay.
I feel like we
don't talk enough.
It's not you, it's me?
-Okay, so I just--
-[scoffs]
Dude. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no.
-I'm trying, really.
-No, no. I know, I know.
Come on. I wanna hear.
How's, um, how's Sammy?
She's fine. I don't know,
we haven't really spent
a lot of time together.
She cool with that?
I guess I'm focusing
on what I'm cool with.
-I vibe with that.
-I vibe with that.
Vibe widdit.
I just feel like I've been
asleep, like, forever.
And I'm awake now...
...but it sort of feels like
I'm just sleepwalking,
like there's nothing
to wake up from.
Jesus. Aren't you just
a big old bowl of sunshine?
-Okay.
-No. You say you've woken up,
-go smell some roses.
-Why are you talking--
No, no, dude,
I'm being completely serious.
Hear me out.
I know these last couple
months have been,
you know, shitty for you,
but, I mean,
you're still chillin'.
Like everything's
okay, so cheer up.
Any, anything else? Cause
I'm, I'm prepared now.
Are you, uh, are
you pregnant again?
No.
Thank God, because
that child was expensive.
You're looking a
little chubby, though.
So, what was that?
-What?
-No. What?
I th-- I thought
you said something.
-No.
-No?
-No.
-That's bizarre.
I was, I, maybe I'm going crazy.
I was so sure
you said something.
-Super weird.
-Yeah, super weird.
-Is that a mongoose?
-Where? Ow. Eric!
Fuck you, dude! Hey!
[techno music playing]
[Benji]
Come here! Come here!
[Eric] Whoo! He's
coming to get me!
[music continues]
-C'mon, move those feet!
-Come here!
-Eric!
-Move those feet!
[answering machine]
Hello. No one is available
to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
[beeping]
Benjamin, this is
Detective Zelenski.
We've got some follow-ups
from the other night.
Can you give me a call back
at your earliest convenience?
You have my card.
[techno music playing]
So what's up?
Nothing crazy.
-Work okay?
-Yeah.
I'm glad.
-No, there's one thing.
-Yeah?
Someone broke into
the store last week.
-Actually?
-[incredulous] Yeah.
-Did they steal something?
-Yeah. Money from the register.
Shit.
And there's another thing.
Yeah?
-They think I did it.
-What makes you say that?
They fucking questioned
me about it.
They accused me point blank.
-What the fuck?
-What the fuck?
[chuckles]
[softly] Did you?
Benji, I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have said that.
Nah-ah-ah-ah.
I shouldn't have said that.
Um... it's, it's just, uh...
Just what?
It just feels like, a
little on brand for you,
don't you think?
[female]
So will that be it for you two?
-Yeah, looks that way.
-Okay.
[detective] Starting interview.
It is August 29th,
16:05 in the p.m.
Look who it is,
our friend Benji.
-Thanks for coming back.
-Please,
refer to my client by his name,
which is Benjamin.
I'd also like it stated
for the record
that Benjamin is
volunteering to speak
with you and is not
being held or charged
in any way whatsoever.
It is so stated, Counselor.
Now, Benji, last
time you were here,
you told us that you were
"home" on the night of the 15th.
-Is that correct?
-Yes.
And that you were
with Mom. Is that true?
-Yeah.
-Now, could we talk to her?
Benji isn't on trial here,
and neither is his mother.
I appreciate that,
Counselor, okay,
but trial or not,
a burglary took place
and it's my job to try to paint
a picture of what happened.
Now, if it's okay with you,
I'm just gonna go
ahead and do that.
-Is that all right?
-Next question.
Fine. Have a look at this.
This picture was
taken on the night
that you were supposedly
"home with Mom."
Now, you call me crazy,
but from where I'm sitting,
this mope here on the right,
he looks an awful lot like you.
And this other guy
here, is that, uh,
one of your homeboys
or something?
What, are you scoping out
the shop where you work?
Is that it? Now, Benjamin,
is there something
you wanna say?
About fucking what, Bigfoot?
This is crazy. In no
way is my client--
How about this photo?
Do you recognize this man?
No.
Are you absolutely sure?
[ears ringing]
Positive.
And this will be Benjamin's
last volunteer appearance
unless he's charged,
which he won't be. Goodbye.
[intense music playing]
I know what you did!
I know what you did!
[loan shark]
Jesus fucking Christ.
I know what you did.
-You got a fucking death wish?
-I know what you did.
God help me, you better know
what the fuck you're doing.
So threatening her
wasn't enough, huh?
That wasn't enough for you,
you had to hit her at work too?
What the fuck you talking about?
I don't know who the fuck you
think you are, and I don't care
but if you don't back the fuck
off, I'm going to the police
with what I know. You
fucking understand me?
-You got it all fucking--
-Do you fucking understand me?
You got it all
fucking backwards.
-How so?
-She came to me,
-you little fucking prick.
-You're lying.
Who the fuck
are you to her, huh,
her son, her fucking boyfriend?
You don't know who the
fuck you're in bed with.
Look at you. You're
fucking pathetic.
She came to me for a loan
she couldn't fucking
settle up on.
She sent me somewhere to make up
-the difference.
-You're lying.
And because she's a dead
fucking bitch walking,
I fucking felt bad for her.
I'm a compassionate
fucking person.
I didn't treat her the way
I treat most fucking people.
You know where you are now?
You know where the fuck you are?
This is my fucking domain.
You come here again,
slinging this shit
you're slinging,
you better bring a
fucking gun with you,
because you ain't going
to no fucking cops...
...cause I know what you
care about now. Huh?
I'm in here, you stupid fuck.
Simple. Simple.
Now get the fuck
outta here. Huh?
[soft tense music playing]
-Benji?
-What's going on?
What the fuck's going
on because I'm, I'm,
I'm trying, but it's not fucking
adding up. What's going on?
-What's going on for real?
-I'm sorry.
-For what?
-I know that the police
-questioned you.
-Yeah, and?
-And I'm sorry.
-For what are you sorry for?!
-Is this your fault?
-Yes, Benji. How do you know?
They showed me a
photo of your buddy.
[sighs]
He's not my fucking buddy.
Like how you're not mine?
Benji. Benji! That guy that
you scared away that day,
he came back and he
wasn't as gentle this time.
He really wanted his money.
What happened?
I told him.
I told him that
the cash register
would be full that night
and I hate myself for it
but I didn't have a choice.
All my money is
going to medical bills,
and I had no idea that
they would think it was you.
I had no idea.
Does Susan know?
Yes, I told her yesterday
the second I found out
that they spoke with you.
She fired me.
I'm sorry. I need to go.
Benji, please don't go. Come on.
You know what's
really fucked up is
if you would've just t-told me,
I would've covered for you.
I would never ask you
to do that for me.
No, you just would lie and let
everyone think it was me.
Benji, I had no idea.
I was so sure you
were different.
I was so sure.
Different ones always are.
[Laura]
Laura.
[Benji]
What?
[Laura]
My name's Laura.
[soft music playing]
What are you doing here?
I came to pick up my paycheck.
You still get that?
-Benji.
-I don't need another apology.
-I wasn't offering one.
-Oh.
I was just gonna say
I don't expect you
to understand the
position I was in.
Try me. Because I really,
really wanna understand.
I do, but I don't see
how I'm supposed to.
-Benji, I--
-Has the cancer gotten worse?
-Is that it?
-No, nothing like that.
Then what is it?
I'm sorry, Benji. I--
We have nothing left
to say to each other.
[door closing]
[soft music playing]
[cheering and applause]
[soft music continues]
I feel like we could use a
little more of this. Yeah?
-Hey, man, um,
-What you want?
there is a truck full of
seltzer in the parking lot.
They say they need
your help unloading it.
What?
I didn't order any
boxes of seltzer.
I don't know, man. Thank you.
[soft music continues]
[Eric yells]
Penis!
Penis!
-Yep. Yeah, yeah.
-Really good.
So my mom just got married.
Yeah.
-Fucking crazy.
-Yeah.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
she's great and all but,
I mean, you've met her.
[both laughing]
Yeah, I'm, I'm
pretty sure he's, uh,
-he's after her for the money.
-Mm-hmm.
Isn't he in for
a nasty surprise.
But, um, I told you, right,
he owns, like, a
construction company, so,
I mean, he makes fucking bank.
Yeah.
Speak less. You're
hurting my ears.
[sighing]
My community service ends
in a few days.
Isn't that a relief?
Bro, I have no idea
what I'm doing.
I don't understand. I mean,
things will just go back
to the way they were.
Yeah, but what
was that, you know?
What was that?
Life's not groundbreaking
at all. The world's so small.
"Life can only be
understood backwards,
but it must be lived forwards."
That's pretty deep, man.
Is that the "Kierkegoat" guy?
Yessir. Mister Goat. Goatman.
[exhaling hard]
Well, all I know, is that
this is a beautiful
fucking lake,
and it's a beautiful fucking day
and I'm with my best
fucking friend.
And I know exactly what the fuck
I'm supposed to do
right fucking now.
Head in the clouds
Then you shake
When it's down
Don't you?
-[Benji] No! No!
-[Eric] Shit bro!
[music continues]
-[Susan] Surprise. Hi.
-[Benji] Whoa!
[laughing]
-Hi. Hi.
-Whoa.
What's up?
Oh, come on. I know.
-Know what?
-Happy birthday.
Oh, yeah, that. Yeah.
"Oh, yeah, that."
You make it sound
like you forgot.
No, I remember, I just don't
really hype up birthdays.
How'd you know?
It's on the form, sweetie.
-Oh, the form.
-Yeah, you wrote it on the form.
Right.
Why did you open this place?
Mom died of cancer.
It wasn't the cancer that
bothered her so much
as the fact that
she loved her hair.
She had these energetic,
gigantic, bouncy blonde curls,
and I haven't seen
nothing like it then,
nothing like it since.
What happened?
All fell off in chemo,
just like everybody else.
She used to take this one
crappy wig that we got her,
and if she would meet somebody,
she'd just take it
off and say hello.
[laughing]
She felt so naked being bald.
So I'd always been
good with my hands.
I thought I'd try
making her one and...
...turns out I had
a knack for it.
And, uh... I think she really
loved what I made her,
and I think, uh,
I think she really did.
I love what I do
with all my heart.
The only time, uh...
that light falters is...
...when a client doesn't pick up
their wig
because they...
[sad sigh]
You never asked me what I did.
Oh, honey, you know,
I took one look at you and
realized you couldn't have
done anything too horrible.
I mean, you know, we,
we all have our moments,
no need to magnify them.
Speaking of mistakes...
-I, I could see that one coming.
-What?
Were you not about
to talk about the one
and only person who
no longer works here?
[sighing]
That's what I thought.
[sighing]
I wish her nothing but the best.
Susan, she stole from you.
And she lied to you
and she betrayed me and she--
She betrayed both of us.
Maybe you just, you just
can't understand right now.
No, I can understand fine, if--
somebody would, fucking tell me
what it is that I'm
supposed to understand.
Laura doesn't have
much time left.
We, we have to show sympathy.
Wh-What is that?
What do you mean?
I thought you knew.
Laura has cancer.
No. Yeah, I know,
but it's, it's stable.
Okay, she has been in
stage four for a while now
and now that she's
stopped treatment,
it's only a matter of time.
No, she told me
that she was okay.
I'm sure she did, but,
I mean, just looking at her,
you must've known.
Everyone did.
Well, then why did she
stop her treatment?
It's too expensive.
You know, she owed
more money to the world
than it was giving back.
Oh, shit.
Benji, it's okay.
-Shit.
-It's okay.
I owe her an apology.
I, I'm sure she understood
where you were coming from.
Maybe as, like, a birthday gift,
could I have the rest
of the day off?
-Absolutely.
-Okay.
Hey, Laura. Laura!
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the super for this
building and the man
that's five seconds
from calling the cops
unless you tell me
why you're trespassing.
I'm sorry. Hi. Howdy do there?
I'm a friend of Laura's.
Do you know w-where is she?
I don't know.
[exasperated]
Okay, great.
Look, kid, don't hold me to this
but word is she's
in the hospital.
4E told me she overheard
the EMT say something
about a, a pulmonary
embolism or something,
but, you know,
that could be wrong.
Thank you.
[pensive music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music trails off]
[melancholic music playing]
[music continues]
I wish things were different.
[music continues]
Say "Cheese."
[music continues]
[mouthing silently]
[machinery whirring]
[music continues]
[melancholic music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[door shuts]
[music continues]
[leaves crunching]
[gentle music playing]
[train honking]
[train honking]
Gonna bake
And make your dinner
I'll be your cook
You can bring me
Home the bacon
And chop the wood
Steal my blood
And steal my heart
Whatever it takes
To get you off
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
In my bones and in my soul
Always be in your control
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Give me that stuff
That feels so pure
Stamp me with your signature
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
We do things a different way
It's up to you
And it's up to me
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Make the bed
And do your laundry
Tuck the corners in
Read the news
The business section
Tell me how it's been
Steal my blood
And steal my heart
Whatever it takes
To get you off
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
In my bones and in my soul
Always be in your control
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Give me that stuff
That feels so pure
Stamp me with your signature
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
We do things a different way
It's up to you
And it's up to me
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
[roaring sound]
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
-[birds chirping]
-[music continues]
[boots sloshing]
-[birds chirping]
-[music continues]
Shh! Quiet. Look.
-[birds chirping]
-[music continues]
[bird squawking]
Shit.
Hey. Good stuff. Nice job, bud.
[music intensifies]
[urinating]
Watching 116 videos
Tryna rap just like Mineo
Whatever come save
My life, uh
But he ain't really
With the word hero, uh
O-M-G, I believe
What I can't see
I still got these memories
When one little kid
Tryna be like me
- Yo, what's good?
- [boy] Yo.
[male] Yo, how you doing?
How are you?
[indistinct chatter]
Really I got no chill
Wait a minute, whoa
Yo. What's good?
I don't even know
My limits, whoa!
And ain't no pretending
Whoa
Catching z's
You finna get
[girl] Hey. How are you?
Nice to see you.
Long as I got bread
This is just beginning, whoa
[Benji] Yo. What's up bro?
Know we got it
Don't ask if we bought it
[partygoers]
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Now I get paid for rhyming
Now they look so excited
Why, of course
I signed this
Always shutter-blinding
That's the future shining
Ay, we up next
Ay, we up next
Yeah, we up next
Yeah, we up next
We up, we up next
[serene music playing]
-[sirens blaring]
-[CB chatter]
[CB chatter]
-[sirens blaring]
-[gasping]
[sirens blaring]
-[CB chatter]
-[laughing and panting]
[grunting and groaning]
-[CB chatter]
-[fireworks popping]
[serene music]
[sirens blaring]
[soft music playing]
[fireworks popping]
-[camera flashes]
-[soft music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
[disgusted sigh]
Are you fucking kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Yeah. You know--
I didn't have to
fucking bail you out.
You know, you ruined my night.
I was with somebody.
I wasn't the one that
fucking called you.
Shut up. Shut up!
We're leaving. Excuse me!
[sarcastically]
Thank you.
I'm not gonna forget
about that bail.
All right? You owe me!
[solemn music playing]
-[male] All rise.
-[female] Be seated.
[male]
The People of the State
of New York
versus Benjamin Hayes.
[female] I accept the
terms of the agreement.
The alternative is
juvenile detention.
Mr. Hayes, which will it be?
Benjamin, the court requires
your decision now.
[solemn music playing]
[female]
I'm running behind, Marty.
Can you show Benjamin where
the community service office is?
You got it.
Gentlemen.
[soft music playing]
[sighing]
[metal clanking]
Oh, hey there, hon.
You must be Benjamin!
Nope.
Oh, my mistake.
W-Well, what can I do
you for, sweetie?
No, yeah... No, I'm him.
Yeah, I was joking.
I'm Ben. Benji.
Oh.
[chuckles]
Quite the trickster.
Yay. They, um,
they told me,
you know, you were,
whoever you may be,
you were coming in today.
Look, um,
I know you're not working
here by choice, per se,
but it's still really great
to have you on board.
[softly]
Hey.
Shake on that.
You want apple juice
or something?
I'm allergic.
Oh- hey, I have a friend
who's allergic to apples,
if you can believe that, right?
I'm not allergic to apples.
I'm allergic to the
idea of apple juice.
Figure you ought
to know that about me.
Uh-huh. I see.
No, I'm joking.
Ah!
[chuckles]
You got me, you got
me. You're good.
Dude, you are so good.
Okay, well, um,
come on, sit, sit, sit.
Yeah. I, I can, uh,
get comfortable, I'll
give you the rundown.
Oh. No, great. Yeah, 'cause
it's so much healthier to stand.
So that was, thank you for that.
So basically what we do here
is we make wigs for
cancer patients because
people who have cancer,
they tend to lose their hair.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, no, of course you do. What
is the matter with me? Wow.
I'm so off my game today. Um...
Anyway, so your job
will be, you know,
boxing up wigs for shipping,
putting labels on 'em,
sweeping, sweeping, sweeping.
You know,
like a barbershop, sweeping,
sweeping, sweeping
and, you know,
occasional delivery.
Real simple, easy
stuff like that.
Stop!
Um, yeah.
We don't really need you
to start until tomorrow,
but it, it, it, it was so great
that you, you came by and
see the place, we got to say hi.
Thank you so much for coming by.
[silently mouthing]
Have a nice day.
-[bed squeaking]
-[moaning and panting]
-[water running]
-[door shuts]
Uh-oh.
Well, howdy do there, Benji?
[chuckles]
Hi.
Did you get some milk
while you were out?
No, I forgot.
Fine. When you don't have
any milk for your cereal
in the morning, I don't want
to hear bitching, okay?
M'kay.
Anyway, I'm gonna go
out for a little bit,
so I left some uh,
leftover mac and cheese
in the fridge,
in case you get hungar.
Hunger, I mean,
in case you get hungar...
in case, in case
you get hunger-ey.
Where you going?
Since when do I have to explain
my whereabouts to you?
I don't ask where you're going.
Granted, you're the one
got yourself arrested, so...
That's fair.
-Excuse me?
-Forget it.
-No, I'm not gonna forget it.
-Please, Mom.
-What?
-Please.
-What?
-Come on.
What "Come on"?
You think I don't know
how you spent
your time after Dad left?
And how might that be?
You were fucking there,
you remember.
Oh, no. Well, no,
I guess you wouldn't.
Think you're real
hot shit, don't you?
Yeah. No, you're right.
You're right, Benji.
You got it all
fucking figured out.
But as long as you're here
and you're under my roof--
You mean the roof
that you stole.
Your father went where he went
because he stopped being
able to tell the difference
between me and a punching bag.
Okay? So when you're
here under my roof--
-His roof.
-It's my fucking roof!
As long as you are here
under my fucking roof...
...you'll show me
a little bit of respect.
After that...
...I don't fucking give
a fuck what you do.
Yeah, you don't tell me
where you're going,
I'm not going to know
what fucking ditch
to pick you up in.
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
-Psst.
-Oh, hey.
Oh, hey.
-Look, I'm a working man.
-Hi.
[female voice]
Fucking kidding me.
-With nothing. Nothing!
-Oof.
[birds chirping]
[tense music playing]
[Samantha]
Yo, Benji.
Yeah, sorry.
-So?
-So?
[sighing]
Forget it.
What?
Ah, no, you can just,
let's start by telling
me how it went,
what they're having you do.
I'm cleaning shit.
[Samantha] Cleaning shit,
what like bathrooms?
I'm proud of you.
-Why?
-I need a reason?
I don't know, are you high?
Oh, what now I have to be
smacked to be proud of you?
What are you doing? I mean,
look on the bright side.
Bright side?
It's gotten you off the streets.
What are you trying
to say, Samantha?
I don't know, I just, I, for
one, feel a whole lot safer so.
-Really?
-What are you doing?
-It's a peaceful town.
-It is.
-What about now?
-No, no, no! Benji!
- Stop!
- [Benji] What about now?
-Put me down, Benjamin.
-What about now?
Benji, no!
Do you feel safe now?
What about now?!
-Oh my God.
-Do you feel safe?
You're not gonna drop me,
you're not gonna drop, are you?
-Whoa.
-[giggling]
No, no, no.
You still feel safe?
-[Benji screaming]
-[Samantha] Yes!
[Benji screaming] Ah!
You've really gone
and fucked yourself now.
-Have I?
-[laughing]
You're so stupid.
You're so stupid.
Hey, you guys,
you can't be in there.
[Benji]
Go, go, go!
-[Benji] Sorry!
-Sorry.
What the fuck?! No!
[female laughing]
He told me we were going
to a Dunkin' Donuts!
[male voice] Yo! Pull up!
The elevator fucking works!
I can't do that.
I c--, I can't get into
dumb shit right now.
They're gonna take away my deal.
[male voice]
Come on, Chicken Littles!
Time to save the world!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
-I worry about him.
-Yeah, me too.
-You want to do this?
-It looks like fun.
[gentle music playing]
Sometimes your stupid is
good stupid 'cause this is cool.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-What?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Are we not allowed to--
-We're not allowed to clink?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[soft music playing]
Ah! It's so pretty.
It's so pretty!
God bless America! Ah!
[giggling]
-Take your trash.
-Fucking shit.
Clean up after
yourselves, okay?!
[laughing]
Don't, don't!
Come on.
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
[train honking and clanking]
[train honking]
[soft music playing]
[thunder rumbles]
[inaudible audio]
[music intensifies]
Hey. I'm Benji.
I said, "I'm Benji."
Yeah, I heard you.
What's yours?
What's my what?
Your name.
If you're trying to fuck me,
I'm not interested. Understand?
-What are you talking about?
-I said I'm not interested!
Okay. Jesus. Forget it.
Laura.
[Benji]
What?
My name's Laura.
Cool.
Why'd you think
I wanted to fuck you?
'Cause most men do.
[items rustling]
[male voice] So you'll take
mornings up on the counter?
-[moans]
-Hey. You know, it's just--
Oh, hey, Junior. Don't
let us bother you, huh?
Don't sweat it, Senior.
I am late for work.
Oh, is that, is that
what you call it?
You know, you're right,
I wouldn't know.
I'm actually on my way to watch
another prick try to bust a nut.
What did you say to me, punk?!
J-Jerry, just forget about it.
He's, he's...
It's just how he jokes.
Whatever.
Didn't your daddy ever
teach you any manners?
Oh, that's right, he
wouldn't have, would he?
[warily]
Jerry.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm the punk?
[grunting]
No!
-[Rita] Stop it!
-[Benji] Stop it!
[grunting]
Get back. Get back!
-Fuck you, Rita! Ow!
-[Benji screams]
[Benji]
Now! Get out!
Jerry, wait. No, no.
-I don't even know,
-Not a word.
what to--
Don't say a word, Rita.
Not one word.
[both panting]
-[door closes]
-[plate shatters]
[sirens blaring in distance]
Spare one?
You're unbelievable, kid,
you know that?
Hey, how long you
been working here?
Twelve years.
Yeesh!
What about you? I saw
the papers on Susan's desk.
I know you're not volunteering.
Oh, I killed a guy.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Why'd you do that?
It had to be done.
I don't kill for fun.
You don't think
I'm tough enough?
I don't think
you're heavy enough.
You shouldn't smoke.
Oh, that's a bit hypocritical,
don't you think?
Well, I'm a bit older than
you, don't you think?
Okay, I quit.
What do you want from me?
I'm just making conversation.
I already told you if
you're trying to fuck me,
I'm not interested.
I already told you I'm not,
okay? So we can just,
cause you're not...
...you're not my type.
What type might that be?
Crazy.
What can I say that will cut
this conversation short?
Why do you yell at the wall?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I saw you.
You must've seen wrong.
Okay.
-My turn.
-Shoot.
What'd you really do?
I ran from cops and
some other stuff.
-Why?
-I don't know, I don't know.
-Worth it?
-It's whatever.
Why is it whatever?
I don't know. You know,
life just happens.
-Why mess with that?
-Oh, come on. Life just happens?
That's the single worst excuse
for fucking up I've ever heard.
Okay, Miss "I'm So Perfect",
what's your excuse,
for where you ended up?
Where might that be?
Stringing wigs and
yelling at walls.
[snorts]
Life just happens.
It just does.
You trying to fuck me?
[Laura]
No.
[brooding music playing]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[Laura] No, no.
I'm waiting for someone.
-[man mumbling]
-Hey. Hey!
What are you--
Get away from her!
This your boyfriend, Laura?
If I'd known you
like 'em that young,
I'd come over myself.
Hey, get away! Hey!
You not fucking hear me?!
I said get away from her!
Hey. Junior, take it easy.
Laura just owes me some money,
and I'm here to
collect it, that's all.
Come on, don't be like that.
Take a fucking hike!
What are you gonna do
with that? Be a fucking hero.
[hisses angrily]
I'll see ya, sweetheart. Bye.
[panting]
Is that worth it?
It's whatever, I guess.
[vintage jazz playing on stereo]
[music continues]
[music continues softly]
[CB chatter]
What the fuck is this?
Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck you, dude. Get
the fuck out of my house!
Really?! Today?! Of
all the fucking days?!
Are you fucking kidding
me?! Fucking bitch.
Un-fucking-believable.
Un-fucking-believable!
You better fucking hope
I don't get the fuck out!
Fuck you!
[jazz music continues]
I'll see you in my dreams
Hold you in my dreams
Someone took you
Out of my heart
[instrumental jazz music]
[glass cracking]
[music continues]
[glass clinking]
[groans]
Hey there, Benjamin.
[groaning woozily]
[grunting]
Hold on. I got it. I got it.
Okay. Okay.
Yeah.
[grunting]
[panting]
Hi, baby.
[groaning and sighing]
[sighing]
It's always gonna
be like this, isn't it?
[groans]
What?
[disgustedly]
Oh God.
Why do, why you always
got to be so serious?
You're pathetic.
I'm pathetic?
You're pathetic.
[chuckles]
I'm pathetic?
Do you know how much
I gave up... for you?
Do you have any idea?
Do you know?
I wish you hadn't.
Where the fuck do you
think you're going?!
No. No. Do not
take one more step.
Not one more step.
Get out of my way.
Get out of my fucking way.
[grunting]
Get out of my fucking--
Stop it! Let me go! Let me go!
Bye, Rita.
[whimpering]
You ungrateful piece of shit!
[glass shattering]
[Benji]
My life is just so fucked.
My world keeps getting smaller
and smaller and smaller.
Honestly, it might be time for
you to bail for your own good.
Well, what if I wanna
take the ride?
Well, if that's the case...
...let's fucking ride.
[Samantha giggles]
-[knocking]
-[female voice] Samantha.
One minute!
[soft music playing]
[female voice] Is that Benji?
Bill, get down here.
She just wanna chill
Open this door right now!
Something for my life
Know I had to deal with
This pressure on my mind
Stressing two-four seven
Trying to push it
To the side
She just wanna rock
With me on the daily
Baby, am I crazy?
If you wanna slide later
Come save me
Meet me in the night
Sounds fine, I'm faded
I'm faded
Got me pacing again
Couple thoughts
Inside my mind
I'm just taking it in
Writing fast
Like I'm racing the pen
Couple minutes independent
Then I'm blazin' again
It's like the thoughts
In my mind
Turn it off and rewind
Picture something different
Then I'm lost in the lines
Twisting up a swisher
Got me off in the sky
And I know your seven digits
So I call, call all the time
Call all the time
She just wanna vibe
Got me lost in the line
[footsteps swishing]
[lock clicking]
Hi. Hi.
What in God's name
are you doing here?
Can I come in?
-[scoffs] No.
-No, Laura. Hey, Laura.
Please. Hey. Hey, Laura.
Laura. Laura. Laura. Laura.
I have mace.
Oh. Uh, yep. What-- What kind?
What-- What flavour?
How do you even have my address?
A bird. A bird flew at 4F.
-What?
-4F.
What are you doing here?
Okay, I know it's really
weird, and it's a lot to ask,
but could I possibly
just stay the night
on the couch because
I don't really know
where else to go this late.
And y-you, you can totally
say no if you want to.
Please.
[lock clattering]
It's a shitty couch, but...
...have at it.
-Thank you.
-I'm gonna be in my room.
Please don't disturb me. Okay?
Like, if you're dying,
do so quietly.
Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna come in.
[Laura] Okay.
-And I'll shut this.
-[Laura] Good. Yeah.
-Okay.
-[Laura] Okay.
[door creaking]
[sniffles]
[children playing]
[thudding]
-What are you doing?
-[Benji] Nothing.
-Are you trying to rob me?
-No.
-Get out of here!
-No, I'm not--
Get the fuck out!
No, I'm sorry. Jesus.
[Laura]
What the fuck were you doing?
-Are you trying to rob me?
-No.
Were you trying
to steal from me?
No, no I wasn't.
-I-- I'm just a fucking idiot.
-Then what were you doing?
I'm a fucking idiot
and I'm gonna go. I'm sorry.
-Just sit.
-What?
Just sit.
[softly]
Okay, okay.
I'm really sorry.
I didn't know you had cancer.
Well, congratulations,
now you do.
-Is it bad?
-No.
That's good.
What the fuck are
you doing here?
Well, you know the
suite at my hotel
is being refurnished,
so yeah, it was time.
No, my mom and I don't
get along very well.
Well, don't you have
any friends you can call?
What about that
girlfriend of yours?
Her mom isn't my biggest fan.
Also...
Also what?
I didn't think that
you would judge me.
I saw the way your
girl looked at me,
so if anyone's
being judged here.
I know, I'm sorry about that.
Um, she didn't know
that I knew you.
Yeah, but why should
that matter?
You're fucking right.
So the cancer...
is it gonna kill you?
Aren't you a happy camper?
Yeah.
At some point, it will.
I think it's time
we call it a night.
Yeah.
But listen, if you get
curious or lonely again,
next time, I'm not gonna be
as understanding. You got it?
No worries there.
[door creaking]
All right, boys. It's simple.
Get in, get out, copy?
What if the register's empty?
Bro, I already told you, my
cousin cleans the bathroom here
and he says register's
always full on Sunday.
How much did that
information cost?
-50 percent.
-50 percent? No.
Fuck you. No. No deal.
We wouldn't have even known
about it if it wasn't for--
No fucking deal. I'm out.
Are you seriously
gonna walk away
from money this easy?
This won't even
take us ten minutes.
It's so fucking close, I can
smell it. You smell it?
-I can fucking smell it.
-He fucking smells it.
"To dare is to lose
one's footing.
Not to dare,
that's to lose oneself."
What are you talking about?
Kierk-- Kierkegaard.
Kaka what?
You know, Soren Kierkegaard...
The father of existentialism?
Hey, Eric. Have I ever told you
that you're a little bitch?
All the fucking time.
-'Kay.
-But in the man's own words,
"The moment you label
me, you negate me",
so who's the bitch now, bitch?
-Fine.
-Fine what?
Let's get a fucking move on.
Attaboy. Oh, one more thing.
The idea would be
not to use this,
but better be safe
than sorry, right?
[shouting in the distance]
[soft music playing
over intercom]
[grunting]
[gasping]
[gasping]
[tense music playing]
[gasping and panting]
[music continues]
[screaming]
[breathing heavily]
Rough night?
[making gurgling noise]
Where is your daddy in all this?
Long gone.
-Divorced?
-Jail.
He could be dead for all I know.
-Shame.
-I wouldn't know.
You still have one parent,
don't take it for granted.
If you call what
she does parenting.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I have an idea.
If I out-drink you,
you go home to your mom's.
If you win,
I'll sleep on the fucking couch.
You're on.
But you have no idea
what you're getting
yourself into.
I don't think you do.
Ahh.
["Lost Lost Lost"
starts playing]
Baby I'm lost
Baby I'm lost
[vocalizing]
[grunting and sighing]
[chuckling]
You calling it quits?
[grunting]
-Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
-[Laura laughing]
Ah.
[groaning]
-You win.
-[Laura] Yes.
-You win. You win.
-[Laura chuckling]
[grunting]
-Congratulations. You win.
-Where you going?
Let's show her what
she's won, Bob.
Whoa!
[grunting and groaning]
Are you okay? Sit right here.
You cheated because you...
...you don't have a stomach.
[Laura chuckling]
[melancholic music playing]
Who is the kid?
What?
Who's that kid in the
picture in the wagon?
That's my Mary.
Where is she?
She's dead.
[music continues]
Yeah, some... guy
doing 50 in a 25.
My little girl never
stood a chance.
[music continues]
I had it once, you know.
Had what?
Ignorance and bliss.
I had it. I had it, I had--.
I held it, held it...
...in my hand.
[music continues]
Yeah. I know what it feels like.
And now my hand
has nothing in it.
And, you know what
would normally feel fine,
it feels very empty.
[music continues]
You know, you look like death.
[Laura chuckling]
So... you should stay tonight.
But you need to go home
first thing in the morning
and work your shit out.
Fucking death, man.
Yeah.
You said the cancer's
gonna kill you.
And?
And I don't know how you
can be so fucking calm.
Hmm, death's heavier
on the young.
Yeah, I don't have time
to go into a tailspin
over the inevitable.
[snorting]
I feel like
all my friends, you know, like,
shoot for the Moon
and hit the stars,
but I can't seem to make it
out of the fucking atmosphere.
Laura.
Yeah?
I wish things were different.
Don't we all?
It's been five years
And some change
And this world
Is gettin' so strange
But this old house
Smells just the same
And my mom
My sweet mom
She don't remember my name
Hey, Mom.
I don't even know
what I'm supposed
to say to you right now.
I mean, what gives you the right
to just get up and leave--
We're not doing this right now.
-But--
-Later, okay?
Just not right now.
Fine.
[Rita laughing]
[folk music playing]
Traveling north
Traveling north to find you
Train wheels beating
The wind in my eyes
Don't even know
What I'll say
When I find you
Ah! Oh!
[laughing]
Oh!
I'm back alive.
It's so many miles
And so long
No, don't, don't,
don't, don't, don't.
[laughing]
And fall down!
[grunting]
But suddenly now I know
Where I belong
-[male's voice] Yeah.
-[Rita] I didn't say anything.
-You're a fucking liar.
-Don't.
-Every fucking day
-Don't.
it's the same shit and
I'm fucking sick of it!
[Rita]
Benji! Eric's here.
Shit.
What?
Nice to see you too, buddy.
What do you want?
I want to know what happened.
We were all ready to go,
and then you up
and fucking dipped.
We had to bail because of you.
-And?
-What happened?
-Nothing.
-Obviously wasn't nothing.
I didn't feel like it.
Um, and I don't owe
you an explanation.
I don't owe you shit
and I'm a little bit tired
of everybody thinking otherwise.
Robbing a gas station
isn't like jacking off.
You don't do it 'cause
you feel like it,
you do it 'cause
you fucking do it.
I got a suspicious vibe from
the guy behind the counter.
Is that, are you, is that?
Jesus fucking Christ.
-What?
-I don't even recognize you.
What are you talking about?
You're like a completely
different person.
You look fucking terrified.
Why would I be terrified?
I don't know, but
you're all over the place.
I'm solid.
Okay. Whatever you say, bro.
I will, uh, catch you
later, I guess.
Bye. See ya.
[insect buzzing]
[tense music starts suddenly]
[children playing]
[male's voice]
Fucking liar!
-[Rita] Don't, don't.
-Every fucking day
it's the same shit and
I'm fucking sick of it!
[children playing]
[Rita]
Are you fucking kidding me?!
[children laughing]
[male's voice]
Fucking kidding me?!
[slow tense music playing]
[gunshot blasting]
[insect buzzing]
[sirens blaring in distance]
[thunder crashes]
-[man] Sup, dude.
-[Benji] Hey, how ya doing?
[thunder crashes]
[gasping]
Nobody fucking saw that?
[soft music playing]
[car honking]
He saw!
[music continues]
[owl hooting]
[music continues]
Hey, where's Laura?
Oh, she didn't feel well.
Didn't come in today.
Oh. Okay. Later.
Later.
[gentle music playing]
[intercom buzzes]
[music continues]
[intercom beeping]
[music continues]
[buzzing]
[beeping]
[music continues]
[ragged exhale]
[gentle music playing]
[weak inhale]
[rock music playing]
[female laughing]
Giving me love
All on your canvas
All of the girls
All on the mattress
[laughing]
[laughing]
All arms up
Oh, yes, I can
help you with that.
[Rita laughing]
And you too
You're the best I can do
You're the best I can do
You're the
[soft music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[Benji] Cheers.
[indistinct chatter]
Yeah, are you ready for this?
[soft music playing]
[Eric] Who tryna take
a ride on the boat?
[Benji]
Oh my God! What the fuck?!
Oh! No. Oh!
[soft music playing]
Whoo!
And you too
You're the best I can do
You're the best I can do
You're the, you're the
You're the best I can do
You're the best I can do
You're the, you're the
[music continues]
[soft music playing]
[Eric]
Yeah!
[music continues]
[fire crackling]
[music continues]
Hello! Hold on, I can't
hear ya! Hold on!
[rap music playing]
Okay, go ahead! Go ahead!
What?
What?
Ah. Hi.
I'm looking for Rita Hayes.
I'm her son.
-One moment.
-What happened?
I'm not allowed to give
you that information,
but if you take a seat, I'll let
the nurse know you're here.
[soft music playing]
Yeah? Here? Yeah.
[male grunting]
[music continues]
Hi. W-What, what's happening?
-Sorry? Is she okay?
-Let's talk somewhere private.
No, w-where is she?
W-what, is she okay?
Please, just come with me.
- [male voice] Let me go!
- [male voice 2] Let me go!
[female]
I need some help over here!
[male]
Let me go! Let me go!
Please! Get him some help!
Need some help over here!
What happened? Nobody told me
anything when they called.
I'm not allowed to disclose
that information without her--
I'm her fucking son.
I get that, but
I'm still not allowed.
Why the fuck not?
That's bullshit.
That is fucking bullshit.
You want me--
It's fucking bullshit!
That's why I'm being so loud!
'Cause it's fucking bullshit.
Just tell me what
the fuck's going on!
Your mom overdosed
on heroin tonight.
[voice distorted]
And was brought into the ER
at approximately 22:00 p.m.
She's currently
on intravenous fluids,
breathing again,
and her condition is
relatively stable but,
this could've gone
a very different way.
I'm gonna hold her overnight
to monitor her vitals
so she doesn't go into acute
withdrawal from the Narcan.
You feel safe going home?
Is there someone we can call
-for you?
-It's fine. I'm fine.
Here's a list
of treatment centers
and N.A. groups.
But it only works
if she shows up.
[normal voice] So I'd urge you
to try to convince her to go.
Okay.
[doctor] If she doesn't
change her lifestyle soon,
the likelihood of her becoming
a statistic just keeps going up.
[glass shattering]
[brooding music playing]
[pills rattling]
[pills rattling]
[bottles clinking]
[music continues]
You did this. You did.
[Rita]
Benji, I, I'm just gonna...
It's okay.
How, how can I expect you
to know right from wrong
when I'm just a fucking fuck,
a fuck-up?
Oh my God. Jesus, God!
I'm such a fuck-up!
You're not. Hey, stop!
- [Rita] Such a fuck-up!
-Stop, stop! Hey, stop that.
[Rita]
Okay.
I threw away all your shit.
So it's all gone.
I talked to your internist.
I told him what happened.
So he's not over-prescribing
you anymore.
I went to fucking Jeff
at the liquor store,
and I told him not
to sell to you again
and I told him if he did,
I'd have him arrested.
I know that you'll
do what you do,
but the doctor mentioned
rehab, and I think...
[Rita groaning]
-Mom, I think it's time.
-Ben-- Benji.
-Mom.
-Benji.
Mom.
I'm not gonna, I'm not
gonna go to rehab.
Why not? You wanna change?
Yeah. I mean, for the first time
in a really long time, yeah.
But what stops you from
going back down the rabbit hole?
Look.
I'll consider it.
Guess I got a lot
of growing up to do.
[Benji sighs]
[pensive music playing]
[music continues]
[Popeye the Sailor singing]
I biffs and I bops 'em
And always offer up some
But none of them
Gets nowhere
If anyone dasses to risk
[thudding]
[Olive Oyl]
Oh! Oh! What happened?!
Oh!
[Olive screaming]
[man sneezes on television]
He must've known
Charles pretty well.
How can you tell?
He's allergic to him.
[rain pattering outside]
[music playing on TV]
Bless you.
Do you know him?
Never seen him before.
[phone ringing]
[music playing on TV]
[Rita]
Benji, phone call.
-Hello?
-[Susan] Hey there, Benji.
Susan?
Yeah. Sweetie,
I, I'm sorry to call,
but I was wondering
if you might be able
to come down for a bit.
I need to talk to you
about something.
Course. Is everything okay?
-[Susan] Thanks, hon.
-[phone clicks]
Who was that?
Be back in a bit.
Where you going?
-Work.
-Now?
Yep.
Well, okay.
Uh, just be, be home
for, for dinner.
-The fuck?
-What?
You don't make dinner.
Trying.
Whatever you say, weirdo. Bye.
[Susan] Hey there, sir.
Can you come here for a sec?
[chatter on CB]
Officers, we'll
just be a second.
[officer] Hey kid, you Benji?
You wanna tell me
what the fuck is going on?
Okay, listen to me.
I can't tell you how much
I hate asking you this,
but were you here tonight?
-What are you asking me?
-Benji, this is important.
What? No, I wasn't.
Are you absolutely positive?
Yes, I'm positive.
Okay, so when the cops
came, they found out
you were working here,
they started asking questions.
-You don't think that I--
-No, not if you say you didn't.
I will talk to them,
but chances are
they're gonna wanna
have a word with you.
Okay.
Okay.
[melancholic music playing]
[sirens blaring]
[male]
This is a real fucking charmer
we brought in here.
'Cause he came in about
a year and a half ago.
He was a real piece of work,
was a bunch of attitude.
Of course,
now he's on probation.
I think we can probably lean on
him with that a little bit.
Couple of those. What is that--
What do you call that, emo?
Is that what that haircut is?
I don't know.
-No big rules there--
-[banging]
Oh, he's got my
fucking attention now.
-Yeah.
-[detective] Am I wrong?
[ringing]
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's been crazy out there.
We'll get right to it.
I'm gonna turn this on,
if that's all right. Okay.
It's August 15th, 23:37
in the p.m.
Uh, Benjamin, thanks
a lot for coming down.
I didn't really see a choice.
All the same, we appreciate it.
Benjamin, can you tell us
where you were tonight?
I was home.
If you could be more specific.
I was in my room.
[chuckles]
So you weren't anywhere
near the shop
where you do your
community service?
No, I love, I love it there.
I... I wouldn't...
I didn't do that.
Um, do I need a lawyer?
A lawyer?
[chuckles]
That is a curious response.
Wouldn't you say so?
'Cause I didn't say
anything about a
lawyer, did you?
You know, it makes me wonder
why do you think
you would need a lawyer
if you were being
honest with us?
Okay, well, if I'm
being honest with you,
I wasn't anywhere
near the shop tonight
so, am I free to go?
Not just yet.
Now, you say you were
home in your room.
Is there anyone who
could attest to that?
My mom but, uh, I
doubt she'd remember.
-What are you implying?
-That she has a bad memory.
We might have a problem
here then, Benjamin.
'Cause you want us to just
take your word for it,
and we're not gonna do that.
And I'll give you
another piece of advice.
You can can it with the
shit attitude right now.
[indistinct chatter]
Lawyer. Now. Now.
Have it your way.
Ending interview.
Sure as fuck hope you
know what you're doing.
[soft music playing]
[detective]
Fucking punk.
Be a hard ass with me.
[chuckles]
[thudding]
[music continues]
M'kay. I wanna say
something like, whatever,
and I don't want you to be
a bitch about it, okay?
Okay.
I feel like we
don't talk enough.
It's not you, it's me?
-Okay, so I just--
-[scoffs]
Dude. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no.
-I'm trying, really.
-No, no. I know, I know.
Come on. I wanna hear.
How's, um, how's Sammy?
She's fine. I don't know,
we haven't really spent
a lot of time together.
She cool with that?
I guess I'm focusing
on what I'm cool with.
-I vibe with that.
-I vibe with that.
Vibe widdit.
I just feel like I've been
asleep, like, forever.
And I'm awake now...
...but it sort of feels like
I'm just sleepwalking,
like there's nothing
to wake up from.
Jesus. Aren't you just
a big old bowl of sunshine?
-Okay.
-No. You say you've woken up,
-go smell some roses.
-Why are you talking--
No, no, dude,
I'm being completely serious.
Hear me out.
I know these last couple
months have been,
you know, shitty for you,
but, I mean,
you're still chillin'.
Like everything's
okay, so cheer up.
Any, anything else? Cause
I'm, I'm prepared now.
Are you, uh, are
you pregnant again?
No.
Thank God, because
that child was expensive.
You're looking a
little chubby, though.
So, what was that?
-What?
-No. What?
I th-- I thought
you said something.
-No.
-No?
-No.
-That's bizarre.
I was, I, maybe I'm going crazy.
I was so sure
you said something.
-Super weird.
-Yeah, super weird.
-Is that a mongoose?
-Where? Ow. Eric!
Fuck you, dude! Hey!
[techno music playing]
[Benji]
Come here! Come here!
[Eric] Whoo! He's
coming to get me!
[music continues]
-C'mon, move those feet!
-Come here!
-Eric!
-Move those feet!
[answering machine]
Hello. No one is available
to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
[beeping]
Benjamin, this is
Detective Zelenski.
We've got some follow-ups
from the other night.
Can you give me a call back
at your earliest convenience?
You have my card.
[techno music playing]
So what's up?
Nothing crazy.
-Work okay?
-Yeah.
I'm glad.
-No, there's one thing.
-Yeah?
Someone broke into
the store last week.
-Actually?
-[incredulous] Yeah.
-Did they steal something?
-Yeah. Money from the register.
Shit.
And there's another thing.
Yeah?
-They think I did it.
-What makes you say that?
They fucking questioned
me about it.
They accused me point blank.
-What the fuck?
-What the fuck?
[chuckles]
[softly] Did you?
Benji, I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have said that.
Nah-ah-ah-ah.
I shouldn't have said that.
Um... it's, it's just, uh...
Just what?
It just feels like, a
little on brand for you,
don't you think?
[female]
So will that be it for you two?
-Yeah, looks that way.
-Okay.
[detective] Starting interview.
It is August 29th,
16:05 in the p.m.
Look who it is,
our friend Benji.
-Thanks for coming back.
-Please,
refer to my client by his name,
which is Benjamin.
I'd also like it stated
for the record
that Benjamin is
volunteering to speak
with you and is not
being held or charged
in any way whatsoever.
It is so stated, Counselor.
Now, Benji, last
time you were here,
you told us that you were
"home" on the night of the 15th.
-Is that correct?
-Yes.
And that you were
with Mom. Is that true?
-Yeah.
-Now, could we talk to her?
Benji isn't on trial here,
and neither is his mother.
I appreciate that,
Counselor, okay,
but trial or not,
a burglary took place
and it's my job to try to paint
a picture of what happened.
Now, if it's okay with you,
I'm just gonna go
ahead and do that.
-Is that all right?
-Next question.
Fine. Have a look at this.
This picture was
taken on the night
that you were supposedly
"home with Mom."
Now, you call me crazy,
but from where I'm sitting,
this mope here on the right,
he looks an awful lot like you.
And this other guy
here, is that, uh,
one of your homeboys
or something?
What, are you scoping out
the shop where you work?
Is that it? Now, Benjamin,
is there something
you wanna say?
About fucking what, Bigfoot?
This is crazy. In no
way is my client--
How about this photo?
Do you recognize this man?
No.
Are you absolutely sure?
[ears ringing]
Positive.
And this will be Benjamin's
last volunteer appearance
unless he's charged,
which he won't be. Goodbye.
[intense music playing]
I know what you did!
I know what you did!
[loan shark]
Jesus fucking Christ.
I know what you did.
-You got a fucking death wish?
-I know what you did.
God help me, you better know
what the fuck you're doing.
So threatening her
wasn't enough, huh?
That wasn't enough for you,
you had to hit her at work too?
What the fuck you talking about?
I don't know who the fuck you
think you are, and I don't care
but if you don't back the fuck
off, I'm going to the police
with what I know. You
fucking understand me?
-You got it all fucking--
-Do you fucking understand me?
You got it all
fucking backwards.
-How so?
-She came to me,
-you little fucking prick.
-You're lying.
Who the fuck
are you to her, huh,
her son, her fucking boyfriend?
You don't know who the
fuck you're in bed with.
Look at you. You're
fucking pathetic.
She came to me for a loan
she couldn't fucking
settle up on.
She sent me somewhere to make up
-the difference.
-You're lying.
And because she's a dead
fucking bitch walking,
I fucking felt bad for her.
I'm a compassionate
fucking person.
I didn't treat her the way
I treat most fucking people.
You know where you are now?
You know where the fuck you are?
This is my fucking domain.
You come here again,
slinging this shit
you're slinging,
you better bring a
fucking gun with you,
because you ain't going
to no fucking cops...
...cause I know what you
care about now. Huh?
I'm in here, you stupid fuck.
Simple. Simple.
Now get the fuck
outta here. Huh?
[soft tense music playing]
-Benji?
-What's going on?
What the fuck's going
on because I'm, I'm,
I'm trying, but it's not fucking
adding up. What's going on?
-What's going on for real?
-I'm sorry.
-For what?
-I know that the police
-questioned you.
-Yeah, and?
-And I'm sorry.
-For what are you sorry for?!
-Is this your fault?
-Yes, Benji. How do you know?
They showed me a
photo of your buddy.
[sighs]
He's not my fucking buddy.
Like how you're not mine?
Benji. Benji! That guy that
you scared away that day,
he came back and he
wasn't as gentle this time.
He really wanted his money.
What happened?
I told him.
I told him that
the cash register
would be full that night
and I hate myself for it
but I didn't have a choice.
All my money is
going to medical bills,
and I had no idea that
they would think it was you.
I had no idea.
Does Susan know?
Yes, I told her yesterday
the second I found out
that they spoke with you.
She fired me.
I'm sorry. I need to go.
Benji, please don't go. Come on.
You know what's
really fucked up is
if you would've just t-told me,
I would've covered for you.
I would never ask you
to do that for me.
No, you just would lie and let
everyone think it was me.
Benji, I had no idea.
I was so sure you
were different.
I was so sure.
Different ones always are.
[Laura]
Laura.
[Benji]
What?
[Laura]
My name's Laura.
[soft music playing]
What are you doing here?
I came to pick up my paycheck.
You still get that?
-Benji.
-I don't need another apology.
-I wasn't offering one.
-Oh.
I was just gonna say
I don't expect you
to understand the
position I was in.
Try me. Because I really,
really wanna understand.
I do, but I don't see
how I'm supposed to.
-Benji, I--
-Has the cancer gotten worse?
-Is that it?
-No, nothing like that.
Then what is it?
I'm sorry, Benji. I--
We have nothing left
to say to each other.
[door closing]
[soft music playing]
[cheering and applause]
[soft music continues]
I feel like we could use a
little more of this. Yeah?
-Hey, man, um,
-What you want?
there is a truck full of
seltzer in the parking lot.
They say they need
your help unloading it.
What?
I didn't order any
boxes of seltzer.
I don't know, man. Thank you.
[soft music continues]
[Eric yells]
Penis!
Penis!
-Yep. Yeah, yeah.
-Really good.
So my mom just got married.
Yeah.
-Fucking crazy.
-Yeah.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
she's great and all but,
I mean, you've met her.
[both laughing]
Yeah, I'm, I'm
pretty sure he's, uh,
-he's after her for the money.
-Mm-hmm.
Isn't he in for
a nasty surprise.
But, um, I told you, right,
he owns, like, a
construction company, so,
I mean, he makes fucking bank.
Yeah.
Speak less. You're
hurting my ears.
[sighing]
My community service ends
in a few days.
Isn't that a relief?
Bro, I have no idea
what I'm doing.
I don't understand. I mean,
things will just go back
to the way they were.
Yeah, but what
was that, you know?
What was that?
Life's not groundbreaking
at all. The world's so small.
"Life can only be
understood backwards,
but it must be lived forwards."
That's pretty deep, man.
Is that the "Kierkegoat" guy?
Yessir. Mister Goat. Goatman.
[exhaling hard]
Well, all I know, is that
this is a beautiful
fucking lake,
and it's a beautiful fucking day
and I'm with my best
fucking friend.
And I know exactly what the fuck
I'm supposed to do
right fucking now.
Head in the clouds
Then you shake
When it's down
Don't you?
-[Benji] No! No!
-[Eric] Shit bro!
[music continues]
-[Susan] Surprise. Hi.
-[Benji] Whoa!
[laughing]
-Hi. Hi.
-Whoa.
What's up?
Oh, come on. I know.
-Know what?
-Happy birthday.
Oh, yeah, that. Yeah.
"Oh, yeah, that."
You make it sound
like you forgot.
No, I remember, I just don't
really hype up birthdays.
How'd you know?
It's on the form, sweetie.
-Oh, the form.
-Yeah, you wrote it on the form.
Right.
Why did you open this place?
Mom died of cancer.
It wasn't the cancer that
bothered her so much
as the fact that
she loved her hair.
She had these energetic,
gigantic, bouncy blonde curls,
and I haven't seen
nothing like it then,
nothing like it since.
What happened?
All fell off in chemo,
just like everybody else.
She used to take this one
crappy wig that we got her,
and if she would meet somebody,
she'd just take it
off and say hello.
[laughing]
She felt so naked being bald.
So I'd always been
good with my hands.
I thought I'd try
making her one and...
...turns out I had
a knack for it.
And, uh... I think she really
loved what I made her,
and I think, uh,
I think she really did.
I love what I do
with all my heart.
The only time, uh...
that light falters is...
...when a client doesn't pick up
their wig
because they...
[sad sigh]
You never asked me what I did.
Oh, honey, you know,
I took one look at you and
realized you couldn't have
done anything too horrible.
I mean, you know, we,
we all have our moments,
no need to magnify them.
Speaking of mistakes...
-I, I could see that one coming.
-What?
Were you not about
to talk about the one
and only person who
no longer works here?
[sighing]
That's what I thought.
[sighing]
I wish her nothing but the best.
Susan, she stole from you.
And she lied to you
and she betrayed me and she--
She betrayed both of us.
Maybe you just, you just
can't understand right now.
No, I can understand fine, if--
somebody would, fucking tell me
what it is that I'm
supposed to understand.
Laura doesn't have
much time left.
We, we have to show sympathy.
Wh-What is that?
What do you mean?
I thought you knew.
Laura has cancer.
No. Yeah, I know,
but it's, it's stable.
Okay, she has been in
stage four for a while now
and now that she's
stopped treatment,
it's only a matter of time.
No, she told me
that she was okay.
I'm sure she did, but,
I mean, just looking at her,
you must've known.
Everyone did.
Well, then why did she
stop her treatment?
It's too expensive.
You know, she owed
more money to the world
than it was giving back.
Oh, shit.
Benji, it's okay.
-Shit.
-It's okay.
I owe her an apology.
I, I'm sure she understood
where you were coming from.
Maybe as, like, a birthday gift,
could I have the rest
of the day off?
-Absolutely.
-Okay.
Hey, Laura. Laura!
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the super for this
building and the man
that's five seconds
from calling the cops
unless you tell me
why you're trespassing.
I'm sorry. Hi. Howdy do there?
I'm a friend of Laura's.
Do you know w-where is she?
I don't know.
[exasperated]
Okay, great.
Look, kid, don't hold me to this
but word is she's
in the hospital.
4E told me she overheard
the EMT say something
about a, a pulmonary
embolism or something,
but, you know,
that could be wrong.
Thank you.
[pensive music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music trails off]
[melancholic music playing]
[music continues]
I wish things were different.
[music continues]
Say "Cheese."
[music continues]
[mouthing silently]
[machinery whirring]
[music continues]
[melancholic music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[door shuts]
[music continues]
[leaves crunching]
[gentle music playing]
[train honking]
[train honking]
Gonna bake
And make your dinner
I'll be your cook
You can bring me
Home the bacon
And chop the wood
Steal my blood
And steal my heart
Whatever it takes
To get you off
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
In my bones and in my soul
Always be in your control
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Give me that stuff
That feels so pure
Stamp me with your signature
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
We do things a different way
It's up to you
And it's up to me
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Make the bed
And do your laundry
Tuck the corners in
Read the news
The business section
Tell me how it's been
Steal my blood
And steal my heart
Whatever it takes
To get you off
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
In my bones and in my soul
Always be in your control
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Give me that stuff
That feels so pure
Stamp me with your signature
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
We do things a different way
It's up to you
And it's up to me
I'm your bitch!
You're my bitch!
Boom, boom
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!