Bunny (2025) Movie Script

1
Realistic.
Is that what you say?
So today I fucked up.
I upended the lives
of the people I love most.
My family.
See, I'm a hustler,
a gigolo, you know,
like Richard Gere.
Not that fancy.
It was a means
to a beautiful life.
Not today.
Today sucks.
Also, it's my birthday.
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
In the heat of the summer
Better call up the plumber
And turn on the steam pump
to cool me off
With your
newspaper writers
And your big crimefighters
You still need
a drugstore to cure my cough
Running wild
in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
It just isn't
in our jurisdiction.
That's a
matter for the Housing Court.
You're asking for money
from a tenant?
This is a matter
for the Housing Court.
Yeah. Not now, Linda.
We've got a gang
called Shady
And a midnight lady
And two transvestites
to beat the band
No, you better
not touch us
You best believe us
Yes, we know
it's gonna be so good.
Running wild
in the streets
Wild in the streets
Running wild
in the streets
I got it, queen.
I got it.
I can handle it.
It's gonna be, too.
You know me.
Really
not a big deal. Please.
Hey, Bobbie.
Happy birthday, Bunny!
Surprise! This...
is Daphne.
We're going old-school,
and...do you know
what this is?
This is molly,
the best molly that
could be found
in the Tri-State Area
according to a 22-year-old PA.
-Tonight?
-Yes.
We have an amazing evening
set up.
Yeah, we got that B&B guest.
You said you were free.
It's your birthday.
We booked a hotel room.
We've taken care
of everything.
Bobbie,
I don't feel well.
-I don't know.
-It's your birthday.
You were fine this morning.
Why would I lie
about something like that?
What?
It'll make
you feel better. Um...
All right.
What's going on with you?
Nothing.
All right. OK.
Here, Daph.
Why don't you take a hit of--
- out of the kitchen window?
- OK.
I love you.
I'll be right in.
I'm just gonna talk
to Bunny for a second.
It's all good.
It's nice to meet you, Bunny.
Yeah.
Bunny, come on.
We're gonna talk about this.
I understand, OK?
English is also
my second language, OK,
but do you have anyone
who can help you translate
to fill out the forms
for the housing--
The form is a long--
it's a long form.
A long form.
Do you understand?
- Yes.
- Right.
-It's a little hectic.
-OK.
We're gonna do a quick
change of plans here.
Yeah? What's that?
I think I'm gonna
meet you at the dinner.
I'm gonna send you
off with everything.
- It's all good.
- All right.
- Thank you.
- OK.
Just come down soon.
What the fuck was that?
I just want to be alone.
Why are you
acting so weird?
Linda, if one of your tenants
isn't paying rent,
you have to go
to Housing Court.
It's just not
our jurisdiction.
Oh, you can't help me.
I can call.
Bye, bye, bye, bye.
-No use.
-Li--
What the fuck, Bunny?
Hey, what smells so bad?
-Smell mofongo.
-Mofongo?
Oh, I must be a monster
if you're gonna have
to take molly
- and fuck two beautiful women.
- They
're still
arguing in there.
Oh, jinx.
Who is that?
Cops. Fuck!
Oh, it's my fault.
Everything all right?
No. I mean,
yeah, of course.
What's
all that noise, man?
What's going on?
Everything's fine.
That's not what this is.
Well, we heard you
from two floors down.
I want to come
and take a look around.
Yeah.
- You both are welcome
to come in,
but you can't come
in with those boots.
You got to take
them off first.
If you don't want to
take them off,
you can put the booties on.
-Good idea.
-I'm not gonna do booties.
Ah, ah, ah. I'm not taking
off my shoes, OK? I'm not.
Cellestino,
just take the shoes off.
They're fucking fine.
I'm--I'm--
Yeah.
Everything's fine.
I'm actually just heading out.
OK.
Well, listen.
Feel free to reach out if you
ever need any assistance.
- I will. Thank you.
- Assistance?
-Yeah. -I'm not gonna be home
tonight because so
mebody's
gonna have fun
on your birthday.
I'll walk you two down.
Oh, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, man.
- After you.
- All right.
What?
Hi.
Uh, this is the Airbnb.
Can you come get my bag?
Oh. Oh, yeah. Coming.
It's me. It's you.
It's piping hot Pfeiffer month
at Metrograph.
It's fucking
"Witches of Eastwick."
Do you know about that?
I'm gonna call you back.
I'm gonna call you back.
- Ah!
- Beep!
Got you a birthday gift, dude.
-Has a card.
-Run it upstairs.
I got to grab the B&B lady,
the bags and whatnot.
You know,
I saw Bobbie earlier
leave with the cops.
What's going on?
You all right?
Not right now.
-OK. OK.
-Your hair looks good.
You see this guy
waiting for you, right?
All right.
I'll see you up there.
I'm gonna call
this broad back.
You smell that?
I know.
It's fucking awful.
I've been sitting here taking
calls on the fucking stairs...
-Ugh.
-wafting.
- I'll talk to you later.
- All right.
Yeah. You should think
about doing laundry
more often, huh?
Well, no, no, no,
I separated out my plaids.
- OK.
- These are my plaids.
Looking forward
to the delicates.
OK. All right.
- Bless you, Bunny.
- Yeah.
No. I can't.
I got to Save money.
Really want to take Michelle
to Taluum.
Oh, my God, I didn't
know you were fucking gay.
What? Gay for your mom.
Got it?
I don't--
there's nothing we can do.
Watch this step, Ian.
- Male half.
- I got you. OK.
- Hey, man.
- Oh, hey.
You, uh--you still mad,
or can I ask you a question?
Listen, I don't know anything
about Linda's little creep.
No, no, no. It has
nothing to do with that, OK?
-Yeah.
-Where can I get
some shawarma?
Shawarma, right? Yeah.
Shawarma around here.
Bereket's down on Houston.
No, no, no,
I'm not gonna go back down
that far.
Go to my Mamoun's
between 2nd and 3rd.
- It's the best.
- Perfect.
St. Mark's afterwards.
Wait, what about the bhn m?
-This--
-All that way, huh?
Yeah. Hi. Chana, Bunny.
Um, actually, you can call
me Chana Eliza
or Happy Chana
but never Chana.
Copy. This is, uh, Ian,
my wonderful neighbor
with a bum arm.
I'm just helping him
with his laundry.
I used to be very strong,
believe it or not.
I had a motorcycle accident.
Ruined my modeling career,
also.
-Oh.
-I was a model.
We don't have time
for the photos.
Bye, Ian. See you later.
All right. Let's get you in.
I apologize in advance
for the smell,
but don't worry,
it's not in our spot.
So how was your travels?
Well, I was
watching "Toy Story"
for the first time,
and the entertainment system
went out
3 quarters
of the way through it.
It was upsetting.
I can get you all
the "Toy Stories."
There's more than one?
-Oh.
-Oh, Bunny!
We were just looking for you.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
Just missed me, huh?
Here I am, huh?
Yaz was looking for you.
So this is Chana.
I'm sorry.
Happy Chana.
My name is Chana Eliza.
You can call me
Happy Chana or Chana Eliza
- but never--
- Where's Dino?
- He should be upstairs.
- OK.
We're throwing
a crazy party tonight.
You guys have to come, OK?
We got a cosmic disco ball
and strobe lights!
You can help us hang up
the strobe lights
and hella shit that we got.
We have so much stuff.
You have to come.
- Please.
- 5 minutes. Gotcha.
Oh! Let's go.
They got both kinds.
I'll slide in,
then you come.
All right.
- You got both kinds.
- Ooh.
I put your birthday gift
on your bed for you.
Thank you. I'm gonna open
that
when
I when I have the proper time
to give it its attention
it deserves,
so, um, take our shoes off.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Uh, shoes off here.
This is Linda, Happy,
dear friend and neighbor.
She loves to just drop in.
-This is Dino. He's family.
-Hi.
If you need anything,
I'm not here, just ask him.
-He's got you.
-I'm your guy.
You want a peanut butter cup?
Both kinds.
So I'm gonna
show you around, you know.
Where Bobbie?
Bobbie not home.
No Bobbie?
No Bobbie, OK?
She--she went for a walk.
Maybe 10 minutes.
She might call me
from Baltimore.
- Bobbie not home tonight.
- OK.
All right, here's the digs.
Why you ask
so many questions?
Towels are in there.
OK. Let you in.
Some house slippers
right here by the door.
Air conditioning.
Welcome to Bunny Chana's.
Happy Chana--all right. OK.
These are
specially trained cats,
you understand
what I'm saying?
-I scared mice.
-I know. I know.
I scared cats, too.
No, don't be
scared of cats.
Cats don't do anything
all day. They just sit there.
OK. Let me ask
you this question.
Listen. I've already
called 3 rabbis.
I can't stay here
alone with you.
-What?
-I assumed
your wife would be here.
Either you have to leave,
I have to leave,
or you need to bring
two women.
-Two women equals a wife.
-Does it?
During the daytime,
I can be here,
but we need to open
the front door.
Now I noticed
the mezuzah on the door.
-You are Jewish?
-Uh, yeah.
My mother was,
uh, Bobbie's father.
I love Albert Brooks.
Can we just try to stay calm?
I'm gonna run downstairs.
We'll figure it out.
Maybe we try
a few different rabbis.
I really have to go,
but this is
a pressing situation.
-Does that door lock?
-Yeah.
-Is there a key to my room?
-No.
If you really want to
get rid of mice,
you need a cat,
you need a cat.
Orthodox Jew. Says she can't
be here alone with me.
Either I have to leave,
or she has to leave,
or I need two women.
-Two women equals a wife.
-Jewish math.
Yeah. Bobbie will love that.
Please.
Oh, hey. Oh, my God.
Listen. Obviously, I'm not
leaving my own home,
but I'm sure we can
figure this out.
-I will try more rabbis.
-Uh-huh.
For now, I have to
get ready for a date.
A date?
You just got here.
We've been in correspondence.
We may marry.
Well, that's sweet.
I'm still here.
I scared.
Ah. I'm scared, too,
Linda.
Oh, of mice?
Oh, my God!
Linda's scared.
You're scared.
What is going on, man?
Nothing. Nothing.
I'm--I don't know, man.
I'm good.
Are you sure you're OK?
- What?
- Are you OK?
Yeah. Yeah. I'm good.
I'm good. Yeah.
-Sorry, man.
-No, it's all right.
Don't be sorry.
Listen, I'm gonna hook
a movie up for me and Linda.
-OK.
-All right?
-Yeah.
-Then I'm gonna call Ciel
over here because she has
a fat ass
and she smells
really fucking good.
Ciel plus Linda equals a wife.
It's perfect.
We're getting
everything done.
Another thing I want to
go over real quick is that
Linda thinks that her
deadbeat tenant hasn't been
home in two weeks,
and she thinks
something fishy's going on.
I don't know.
Don't make a thing out of it.
I wasn't trying to start
her shit.
So sick of this guy.
She won't stop talking
about him.
Linda, change the locks.
Throw his shit out.
Bad man, OK?
-I can't.
-Why?
This illegal. Wait in court.
Two weeks gone?
He could be dead in there.
Bad tenants should be dead.
Yeah.
Fuck, Linda. Jesus Christ.
Fucking cold, Linda.
Yeah.
You make sure, OK?
I make sure.
I make sure.
Cielly, it's Dino.
Come to Bunny's.
It's biblical.
Push the front door open.
It's broken.
Where do you want me
to put these at?
You can put them
wherever you want.
As long as they're on a wall,
I really don't care.
Do you see how there's
a pattern here going on
with the tulle?
Well, I want some ribbon--
Bunny, hello.
- Oh, yeah.
- Look at me.
The blue lights behind that,
it'd look beautiful.
I think he needs me to
help him with the tulle.
You want it to look
like an ocean, like waves?
Mmm! Cielly's here just
in time for the gang bang.
-Hey!
-Door's broken. Bobbie home?
Uh, who are you?
I'm Loren, her dad.
You must be Bunny.
No, no. I'm Dino.
I'm their pal.
They're not home right now.
I know, dude.
Those stairs suck. Are you OK?
Heh heh.
You got a bathroom?
Mmm. Mm-hmm.
It's right there.
Oh, shit. The shoe!
Oh, boy.
Oh, my God! Wow.
Are you OK in there?
I'll be out in a minute.
- OK.
- Oh, goddamn
OK.
-Hi!
-Girl.
-What's up?
-Thank you for coming.
-Of course.
-Oh, my God. It's crazy.
-Hello.
-Hi.
Oh, my God.
We have a situation.
-What?
-It's nuts.
I don't even know what to say.
Oh, shit.
It's OK.
OK.
Man, why don't you come
into the kitchen
and hang out a little bit?
I got some stuff to
make you feel better.
Ohh. Well.
Drink some
of that right there.
I'm gonna give you something.
Eat one of these.
Oh, shit. Really?
That's fucked up.
OK. OK.
These are mild.
Don't even worry about this.
I give this shit to my pops
for nausea and anxiety.
Hit that real quick.
What's your pa
got anxiety about?
Cancer.
-You know.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, man. You know, everybody's
got something.
Wipe your face, man.
You got some stuff there.
You should come join us
in the living room.
We got some friends over here.
We have some people
hanging out.
Come in and hang out.
It's nice.
We'll get to talking,
and we got some friends over.
It's all good, brother.
-Sorry, sorry, sorry.
-No, Happy.
Good news.
We have Ciel and Linda here,
so two women equals a wife,
and now you can relax
and you can go out
and have a lovely date,
and we're all rooting for you,
and fingers crossed.
Thank you, Dino.
I'm really looking
forward to it.
My name is Chana Eliza.
You can call me Happy Chana
or Chana Eliza
- but never just--
- Shh. Watch a movie.
- Oh. Oh, no, Linda.
- You got to be nice.
She didn't
mean it, Happy.
- Good luck, girl.
- Linda.
- Movie.
- Ohh.
Thank you.
Hey, Loren.
How are you feeling?
Who are all these people?
I came here to see my
daughter. Where's my daughter?
I want to see Bobbie.
I actually wanted
to ask you about that.
Like, are you--ahem--
are you, like--are you dying?
Am I dying? Am I dying?
- Vomit.
- Oh.
Oh! Yeah, that is vomit.
That's vomit.
-She's right.
-Oh, my God.
Clean yourself up.
Oh, don't smell it.
I'm not dying.
-OK.
-I'm not.
I feel like I'm dying.
My wife left me. She left me.
She said I was unlovable.
Unlovable?
She said I wasn't in my body.
Not in my body?
What is this?
Am I not in my fucking body?
Huh? She left me.
That's intense.
Now I'm nothing
to brag.
I mean, I've always done
the leaving,
but this time, I was left
and it just hit me.
I had a feeling.
I had a feeling like...
this is what I did to Bobbie.
I left Bobbie. This is how
she must be feeling.
I abandoned my daughter.
I abandoned my Bobbie.
I abandoned my son!
-What?
-Remember that movie?
"Th-There Will Be Blood."
You know that movie?
Daniel Day-Lewis. Remember
that big speech he makes?
I abandoned my son. It's--
I'm just saying
those things are real,
and people write stuff like
that because they happen.
They need it to look like--
tulle is this.
- This is tulle.
- You know who's a tool?
- You fucking boy Dino, bro.
- Hey.
Take it down a notch.
Look, no. I don't mean
to disrespect the guy.
- He just be talking too much.
- No, we're cool.
He's family, and we're cool,
so let's just take it down.
- We're gonna do this.
- So, Bun, with the tulle,
I need you to help me
with that.
I can't reach. This
tulle needs to go up there.
- Yeah, I know.
- Look at this.
There's, like,
nothing's organized.
It's a fucking indicative
of a lifestyle.
I can't stand this.
Brad gave me all
these fucking gadgets
last Christmas.
I've been trying to go
through them whole year.
- This is a perfect time for it.
- Yeah. OK.
Um, Where are we putting
these chairs, huh?
-Guys, look.
-There's too many places.
Bunny's ready for tonight.
Getting freaky!
-Bunny's getting freaky!
-Hey, hey!
Bunny, you need to get
nasty tonight. Fuck.
Ha ha! Um...
you have all this shit.
You don't even have
an extension cord.
I'm gonna run upstairs and
grab my extension cord, OK?
I know that
you have them,
so why would I get one?
Then help me
with the tulle,
Bunny,
I got you this gift
so we can wear these together
same day, same time.
Happy birthday!
Love, Dino.
Dino, I love you, man!
I'll be back.
The jersey. It's--
Is that my daughter's husband?
Let's have some popcorn.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hi.
You need to get
that other clamp on.
Oh, my God!
I didn't do
nothing, yo.
- It just fell off like that.
- He didn't do it!
What did I just say?
Whatever. You know what?
Right there. Be careful.
I'm being careful.
I'm being careful.
So many pieces
were falling off.
- Yeah, yes! Wait.
- What the fuck?
We need her view
honestly.
All right. OK, ladies.
I think we're done here.
Yeah? We're good.
I'll see you tonight.
Hey, Mr. Phil.
Buddy, huh? Yeah.
Let's go. Come on.
All right, here we go.
Yeah. You should really look
into a ground floor apartment.
I'm moving
to Beverly Hills for $6,000.
Yeah, I have no idea
what that means.
All right, I got you,
little buddy.
I got you. I got you.
All right, come on.
OK. Here we go.
Uh-Uh, uh-uh.
There you go, Ian.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
Thank you, thank you,
thank you.
Oh!
What's wrong?
He stood me up.
I'm--I'm sorry, you know?
Men are trash.
I did figure out how
to stay here, though.
The fifth rabbi said that
I can lock my bedroom door,
and then we leave
the front door open all night.
What? You need to--
Don't worry about it now.
He said he'll be by later
to explain everything.
I'm just--I don't know when
because I haven't
heard back from him,
but he'll be by.
Listen. Thank God. You
know, things are looking up.
Come on. You get to stay
here, right?
-Huh?
-Yeah.
You get to go up there,
relax, have some food.
You're in New York.
Oh.
Fair warning, though,
I'll be here for Shabbat,
so we have to unroll
the toilet paper
and turn off the light
in the fridge
and a few other things.
Yeah, whatever
you need, Happy.
Whatever you need.
I got you, Happy.
Yo, what's up with your
Mitsubishi fucking microwave?
Man, that shit's
smoking everything.
What are you doing?
Making popcorn.
What's going on?
Get inside now! Hide!
No! What are you doing?
There's a fucking guy
coming for me.
- Your jersey looks great.
- Thank you.
There is someone
coming for me now.
-Get the fuck--
-Yours fits better than mine.
- Someone coming for you?
- Here he is.
- Oh, my God!
- Shh!
OK. What?
Why are you standing
like that?
Oh, my God. Who is that?
What is that?
I'm fucking having a bad day.
I'm scared.
Yeah. Me, too.
Thank you.
Flames overhead
Rain until you cry
My baby's on the highway
Come in from the cold
Never going home
Mazel.
Never going home
D for disaster,
E for my eyes
A for my anger,
D before I die
M for Mona, O oh good
O oh good,
N for the night
Dead Moon Night,
Dead Moon Night
In my fucking house, huh?
Jesus Christ.
Call me if you need me
Down in New Orleans
Can't release the victims
Have you seen what I seen?
In New York City
Oh. I know,
that's right, girl.
Say your little prayers.
I'm gonna try to be
more spiritual myself.
You eat your food,
you get some rest.
Tomorrow will be better.
I came all the way
from Tarzana, California,
just to meet him.
Men are trash.
N is for night,
Dead Moon Night
Yo. What the fuck, bro?
Man's got fucked.
-These idiots?
-Fuck!
Hold up.
Yo, this dude's
fucked up, man.
Oh, my God, you two.
Do you know this fucking guy?
We went out for iced tea,
and this fucking guy
was laying at the bottom
of the stairs.
Do you know him?
Do you know this guy?
I don't fucking know
this guy, bro.
I saw him drinking
that Crystal Palace shit
that you guys like, I know it.
I don't know
this fucking guy!
-This is your friend?
-Fuck you! It's not my friend!
- Fuck you! Fuck him!
- Damn, man.
Get the fuck
out of my face, bro.
You OK
with that bike, buddy?
I don't need help
with the bike!
- I got the bike!
- You sure?
Why don't you mind
your business, bro?
All right, buddy.
- Crystal Palace?
- Dude, I panicked.
It was fucking good.
We got to get this guy
out of here, like, now.
Anyone can come through
that fucking unlocked door.
I'm gonna fucking grab him.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
He's fucking heavy.
Oh, fuck!
Hazard
on the highway
Breaking down slow
They thought
she was looking
Now I'm all alone
I'm often aband--
That is a rubber boot.
It's a strong boot.
Just this last fucking step.
There you go.
Drag it over a little.
Bun, tell me what
the fuck is going on, man.
Who is this fucking guy?
Why is he here?
Calvin. Heh heh.
Is that who this is?
This is Calvin?
-Mm-hmm.
-Who the fuck
is this guy, man?
Why is he coming after you?
What is going on here?
Please just talk to me.
I fucked up.
Dino, I fucked up pretty bad.
-I fucked up.
-OK.
Just tell me what happened.
Just tell me everything
that happened.
I--I had a job today.
I went to my job.
Two guys hired me.
They wanted
an older fucking stud,
so I show up,
and, uh, my instincts told me
it was off completely
right when I walked in,
and then I just stayed,
and they're all fucked up,
and they're
throwing money around,
and the kid wants
head immediately.
Oh, come on. This is gross.
So I'm just blowing the kid,
and his friend walks up
behind me real quiet,
and then all of a sudden,
he's just--he's bear hugging
me, and they're laughing,
and he grabs
the back of my head
and just slams
his cock down my throat,
and he won't stop,
and I--and I realize
I can't breathe at all,
and he just keeps doing it,
and they're laughing,
and he's slapping me
in the side of the head
so fucking hard,
and this guy is just sitting
there nonchalant,
so I fucking just bounced
my head back into that guy
behind me, smashed him,
jumped on this dude,
and I started choking the guy
I was blowing.
and I fucking bit
something on him,
and I'm biting him
and biting him
until this giant dude just
grabs me and throws me
across the room.
Came home.
You were raped.
What? Who are you?
I'm Bobbie's dad. Loren.
Oh, I know your name.
This is Loren.
He's Bobbie's dad.
He showed up earlier.
I tried to tell you.
Let's get him
out of the hall.
We gonna take him
into Linda's apartment?
Wait, wait.
I got a B&B guest.
Bobbie could come up.
She's in there
watching fucking TV.
Jesus Christ,
I'll help. Come on, come on.
- OK.
- Dude, I don't want
-to do this, man.
-Me either.
I don't want
to fucking do this.
I know, but this is
is what I got to do, man.
I'm carrying fucking
legs now, man.
I don't want to do this.
So fucking sorry, bro.
Linda! Sorry, Linda.
We need your help.
- Oh my, God.
- Agh!
Rapist or not,
I can't believe
you fucking killed a guy.
Oh, shit!
She's yelling at us.
- Don't worry.
- Too big.
- Oh, my God.
- He's a bad man.
- Oh!
- Are you all right?
- I'm so sorry.
- He hurt you?
Didn't have
anywhere else to go.
Fuck this dude.
He's dying, man?
Yeah. Fuck him, man.
You said Calvin earlier.
Yeah? So?
So I was thinking, you know.
The biggest mystery to me
in the city,
you know what it is?
That Calvin Klein billboard
on Lafayette
and Mulberry and Houston.
What the fuck am I
gonna do with him?
What am I gonna do here?
You ever seen them
change that billboard?
What the fuck am I gonna do?
It's a huge mystery.
You know, I've been leaving
a bar one time
at, like, 4 a.m.
I've been back on that same
block at 7 a.m.,
and I see
the billboard's different.
-How do they change it?
-Fuck!
When do they do it?
It's got to be a whole ordeal.
So you left the bar at 4 a.m.
and went back at 7:00.
I don't even understand
what you're talking about.
It doesn't make sense, but,
no, I've never seen it, OK?
I'm gonna tell you the biggest
mystery in the city is
what the fuck are we
doing with this body?
-Exactly.
-What are we doing?
- What are we doing?
- What are we doing?
- Shh.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yo. That could--that's--
you hear that?
That's, like, footsteps.
- Is there a--
- Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Is there another one
of these fucking guys, dude?
- Shh. It's Bobbie.
- What?
- Yeah. I know.
- No.
-It's Bobbie?
-D, it's fucking Bobbie.
No, dude.
What are you gonna say?
I don't know.
I just--I need Bobbie.
Damn, this is fucked up.
Yo, Bobbie.
Bunny?
- I just.
- No. Come--
I need--we need to talk.
Of course we need to talk.
We need to go upstairs
to the roof.
-Are you kidding me?
-I am not.
-Why to the roof?
-You will--just get up there.
Oh, my God.
I swear to fucking God, Bunny!
- Bobbie, Bobbie.
- We have to have
this conversation
on Tar Beach?
-Yes, we do, OK?
-Fucking kidding me? Why?
Things have gone haywire.
You think I don't know
things have gone haywire?
Ciel's texting me that
something's off,
and then...
there is a distance between us
that I've never felt.
-I have to tell you
two things.
-Why? Why?
I just need to tell you this.
Your estranged father's
downstairs
stoned out of his mind
with Dino and Linda.
I mean, Dino's regular stoned,
Linda's not stoned at all,
and, uh, that
doesn't matter, OK?
Second, I killed a man,
a bad man.
You know, he came here,
like, an hour ago,
and it just got
out of control,
and the body's in Linda's.
-What?!
-Yeah.
-What?
-Bobbie.
-Oh, my God.
-Bobbie, Bobbie.
-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-I know.
I'm gonna deal with it.
Where are you going?
Bun, I have to see
what the fuck
you're talking about.
- OK, OK.
- All right?
It's a lot, OK?
Bring your voice down.
I'm sorry.
What's up, Bobbie?
This is fucked up.
Ta-da!
Oh, fuck! Oh--
I'm sorry.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, my God. Dude! Fuck!
Um...
Hey, Bob. Long time.
Dad, is that a joke?
- No.
- I know.
I--I got him fucked up.
- He's trashed.
He came to see you.
He was really nervous.
He was sweating,
he was throwing up,
and I gave him, like, weed.
I smoked a joint with him.
I gave him edibles.
I--that's on me. I did. I did.
I didn't really know
the situation.
Oh, fuck this.
He just makes me
so fucking mad!
Yeah, I see,
but I--I think he's just
trying to connect, OK?
-Connect?
-Wrong method.
It's probably in the
best interest for both of you.
-Best interest?
-Yeah.
I don't give a fuck
about his best interest.
I also don't give a fuck
about the two of you
coming together and trying
to figure out
-what's best for me.
-Yeah.
-The two of you right now?
-Like, yeah. OK. I'm sorry.
Could you just not get
in between me and my dad?
Yeah. Of course. I hear you.
-Thank you.
-I hear you. I was wrong.
It's all good.
I won't do it again,
and I'm sorry.
I'm not fucking
talking to him.
Yeah. OK.
What's up, Bobbie.
Sorry.
W-Why are you all
in Linda's apartment?
Because we have
a B&B guest,
we have a dead body,
and it just happened this way.
-I'm sorry. I didn't plan it.
-Calm down.
-I'm sorry, Linda.
-Linda, are you OK?
Yeah. He's a bad man.
I know. I'm not gonna
leave him here.
I need to get him out.
You are right.
We got to fucking
do this fast.
I'm trying to figure it out.
He was raped.
What?
This guy raped you?
Did this guy rape you?
Bun, Bun.
- Listen, I was just--
- What the fuck?
Hey, hey, hey. Bun.
-What?
-Did this guy rape you?
Oh, no, this guy
didn't rape me.
This guy is the driver,
I guess,
the security
for these rich psychopaths,
and it got out of hand,
and they attacked me,
and I responded,
and I bit something
off of one of them,
and I came home.
I ran home.
Did people see you running
down the street looking crazy?
Ew.
Hey, Bunny!
Well, I mean, anyone that
was out, I don't know.
I'm running middle
of the fucking day.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Calm down.
We need to deal
with this.
Dude...before we deal
with that, this is--this is...
- What?
- Really heavy.
-What?
-I am so sorry
this happened to you.
Oh. I'm good.
I'm sorry
this happened to you.
-I'm good.
-You're not good.
This is not OK,
but we are gonna
figure this out. OK.
I need to deal
with this.
Dude, people saw
you running down--
people saw you running
down the street.
You have long fucking hair,
and you're distinct.
People know you. We need to--
we need to cut
your fucking hair.
- My hair?
- Yeah. That's good idea.
- His hair?
- Cut his hair off.
- I can do that.
- No, you can't do it.
No.
You're not cutting my hair.
Just don't--just sit
down and just don't.
Just don't.
I'm gonna go upstairs.
I'm gonna get scissors,
and I'm gonna get the razor.
I'm gonna calm down.
Ciel's upstairs.
- Yeah. Think of us.
- I'm sorry. Linda--
- There's a Jewish girl.
- OK.
The Airbnb.
Her name is Chana.
Chana's up--Happy Chana.
- That's it.
- Hi.
- Hello, there.
- China?
I didn't think you
were coming home.
You can call me Chana Eliza
or Happy Chana but never...
-Got it. Thank you, Happy.
-just Chana.
- Oh, my God.
- The girl got
stood up tonight.
Oh, God. Men are trash.
I'm a production designer.
I never bring
my work home with me,
but I wanted to play
a prank on Bunny.
You have
no fucking ideas!
What the fuck are
we doing here?
- Got it.
- Any idea.
- Got it.
- No, Bun.
We haven't come up
with one fucking idea.
No, no, no. It's OK.
We're just gonna...
- No. Bobbie!
- Nothing is OK.
Bobbie don't--
What, Dino,
what, Dino?
This is the one
where I draw the line here.
- What?
- Listen.
You said Jimmy Russo.
You said Sonny Black.
You said Donnie Brasco.
I'm not chopping
this fucking guy up.
Listen. I'm just
pitching ideas here.
I'm fucking kicking the tires.
She has buckets in there.
There's a bathtub.
I figure maybe
we bleed him out.
Nobody's chopping up--
what are you talking about?
Hey. We put him in ac--
listen. You stop.
We put him in acid,
we bleed him, maybe it works.
Dude, this is not
the time for a butcher.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Shh. Don't answer it.
Don't answer it. Don't.
Hello?
Yes, sir.
- Oh, shit.
- What the f--
Busy. Busy. Bye-bye.
She ain't about to talk.
Anyways, I apologize.
OK, I apologize.
I just want to say--
I just want to say
I'm legit fucking scared now.
I am terrified,
and I--that's--
I have no idea what to
fucking do...
Oh, my God.
And obviously
I was wrong.
Look at us.
We don't chop bodies up.
You two are--
Can we just
cover him up?
I'm tired of looking
at his fucking face!
Yes. Stop being drama queens.
Hey. Calm down,
calm down.
- OK.
- OK?
We calm down.
She's right.
Yeah.
Do you have something
in your apartment
that we could wrap
the body up in?
Like a tarp.
- A tarp?
- Sleeping bag?
Sheet, a comforter,
something big that you
could wrap around the body.
OK, OK, OK, I think I do.
I think I do.
And maybe fast,
though, Dino.
OK, OK, OK.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
This is insane.
I'm gonna
start thinking.
I got one of your
old-ass sheets, man.
- That's a good sheet.
- Oh, Bunny, Dino.
Are you guys coming
to the party tonight?
- What the fuck is up, ladies?
- You don't--
OK. Hold up.
Everybody in this building
knows about this party
except for me.
-The fucking building knows.
-We ran into Bunny.
You invited fucking Ian on
the third floor?
Bro, we tell Bunny,
he tells you.
That's fucking math.
What can we bring?
A willingness to dance
fucking, please.
- What is that?
- Hey! That's mine.
- He borrowed it. I got to--
- Wait.
Who's all coming
to this party?
-Are you coming, yes or no?
-Who cares?
Who the fuck are you
looking at? Our friends.
What are you talking about?
How many people?
Are you gonna be there?
Bunny!
It's my apartment.
She lives here, dumbass.
Linda! My girl. Is that you?
Oh! Not me.
Clearly her. She's still mad
at you, dude.
I didn't do anything.
I just don't like apples.
- Why are you guys matching?
- What?
- It's a birthday gift, OK?
- It's his birthday today.
-I got him a present.
-Happy fucking birthday.
OK, we're celebrating
Bunny tonight.
Yeah!
No, but, you guys, I got him
the same thing I wear.
-I know. Y'all are so cute.
-It's great. We love it.
-I'll see you there?
-Yes, I'm gonna be there.
OK. And Takis.
I'll get you them, too.
-All right, bring me
some Takis.
-Go, losers.
- OK?
- Check.
Is it good?
Hold, hold, hold, hold.
- Come on.
- Yeah, I think we are.
- Come on.
- All right.
Dino, why am
I carrying the body?
It was your idea
to put him
on the fucking roof, man.
So my good idea
I get punished for?
I'm saving our boy here
from lethal injection.
You said roof.
I--ohh!
There's no way
we're gonna--
You said the roof!
There's no way we're getting
this body up to the roof.
Doesn't matter
who's carrying it.
- There's no way to do it.
- Stop, stop, stop!
Fucking man!
Get the fuck away from here!
There's no way to--
- Go to the left.
- Which left?
That left.
Fuck!
Ah. Ah.
I wanted to--I wanted to talk
to you and Bobbie.
I just wanted to--
I wanted to apologize.
You're right.
I mean, who am I to show up
out of the blue
after 30 years?
-Who am I to do that?
-Yeah.
Who am I to, you know,
judge anyone?
And then to tell her about
you being, you know--
I don't really...
I mean, read the room. Heh.
How about read the situation?
I can't read the situation.
-I have to talk to her.
-Yeah.
If there's anything you can
do to facilitate us
just having a moment together.
I hear you, yeah?
-Then--
-Yeah.
I think this is a, like,
a really good start, you know?
-OK.
-Just need a moment.
Yeah, I hear you, I hear you.
-OK.
-Yeah.
Thank you.
- Holy shit!
- What?!
The car,
it's downstairs.
- The driver.
- Who?
The fucking driver!
This bitch!
- Fuck! The car!
- What?
Where the fuck are you?
In here!
The fucking driver!
The dead guy.
He's the driver. the driver.
His car's downstairs.
Look. we take--
we take that big fuck,
we take him downstairs.
It has to be easier
than going upstairs,
and then we put him
in his car, and we dump him
in the drink.
In the drink?
You know, in the river,
Donnie Brasco.
I'm sorry for earlier,
but I'm just saying.
That was--so.
Wait. I'm sorry.
What you're proposing is this.
You're proposing that we
take this giant fucking guy
and put him in his giant
fucking SUV,
and we wear fucking booties
and fucking gloves
and hairnets
like fucking Wahlberg
in the end of "Departed,"
and we fucking go down
to the East River,
and we put the car
in accelerate,
and we hop out right
before it goes in?
That's what you want
to do, man?
This is fucking insane.
We can't do that.
So you think I want to drive
into the fucking East River
wearing a hazmat suit?
Sounded like that
a little bit.
It did.
You're saying shit that has,
like, impactful terms.
I don't understand.
All I'm saying is we take
his big ass,
we dump him in the river,
and we park that car--SUV
away from us here.
Donnie Brasco.
Oh, there's my guy, huh?
OK. I need to step
outside for a second.
Let's just put this here, huh?
Yo! Let me talk to
you for a second.
You, um--you know
whose car this is?
-Which?
-That one right there.
It's been sitting there
all day.
-No idea.
-No. Don't you live here?
Shouldn't you know?
You know, every car
on your block?
You can fix your tone
is what you can do.
Ahh. Oh, right.
This Escalade's
been sitting there
all morning.
You didn't see anybody
come or go?
What's going on?
Is there something
happening with this car?
I don't know. Is there
something happening
with this car?
Is there something happening
with the car?
Is there an issue with it?
I mean, it's been
sitting here all day.
It's illegally parked,
so, yeah, there is
an issue with it.
You sure you don't
know whose it is?
Nobody came or went?
I have no idea
whose car that is. Weird.
-Hi.
-Hi.
There's nothing
going on?
It's just about
it being illegally parked?
Hey, you look really, really
good in a jersey, by the way.
I don't know if I ever
told you that.
Do not encourage him.
They look like fucking idiots.
-All right. Give me that.
-Thank you.
-And I need help, too.
-Sure.
-Thank you.
-Big party.
Maybe that's why you're having
trouble with your wife.
I mean, you do--you do
remember your marriage.
Say, don't say that to him.
Oh, come on,
Cellestino.
Listen. I'd like to
apologize for earlier.
We're having a rough patch.
I'm--I'm sorry.
Hey.
Right now, please.
-It's hot. Can you--
-we got a part to decorate.
Everybody has
a rough day some days.
Maybe that day's
your birthday.
OK. Well, on that note,
I'm gonna help my
crippled friend upstairs
with his laundry
and the ladies
with their party supplies.
Good luck with the truck.
They're all fucking nuts.
We got to figure out
whose fucking car that is.
Hold the door for Ian.
- Hey, Ian.
- Hey, noise!
- God.
- Fuck, Bun.
These stairs
are trying to kill me.
Oh, my God!
Bunny.
Bad news.
The car idea is out.
Cops are down there trying
to figure out whose it is.
-Wait. What?
-Yeah.
- Hey, Buns, Buns.
- What the fuck, girl?
The little asshole's
apartment?
Bobbie, the cops--OK.
I'll go, all right?
I'll do it. All right.
I'll get the fucking mice.
I'll get them!
Fucking sick.
Ohh! Ooh!
Oh, God.
Ah! Fucking nice in here.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
This place is nice, but what
is that fucking smell?
Ohh!
It's--this is the smell.
Ooh. Mice dead.
Oh, my God.
This smell is fucked.
Also, no one's been here.
Look at the plants.
I wish my place
looked like this.
It was, like, so bare
like this and clean.
It is fucking nice.
Dino, just throw
fucking shit out.
Your place could
look like this.
It can't be just the mice.
Mouse? That smell a mouse?
- Can we go?
- Much too much.
Yo, you know, we could
bring Calvin's big ass,
throw him on the couch,
get him out of Linda's.
What happens if the little guy
comes home and finds
a giant dude who looks like
Curt fucking Schilling
on his fucking sofa?
Look at this
fiddle leaf fig
nobody's watered
in at least a week.
Who's coming back?
I mean, he could be
getting out of jail.
I don't know,
He could come back.
Yeah. I don't think
he's coming back.
Jesus.
I told you.
This is a lot.
I've never seen
two dead bodies in one day.
This is sad, man.
Mm.
Barely ever seen
the dude.
Fuck.
Do we have to report this?
No, no. No cops.
But we can grab that big body,
throw him up here.
Yeah, that's a plan.
-All right.
-All right. Come on.
Let's go.
Fucking changes
arms again.
Oh, my God! My God!
- Bobbie.
- Oh.
-Bobbie.
-What?
-Your friend.
-What friend?
My birthday
surprise from earlier.
-Oh! I'm...
-She's here.
so sorry.
I asked her to come back.
-What?
-Yes.
I was supposed to meet Daphne,
but then Ciel texted me.
I had to come back,
so I told Daphne,
meet me here.
And then I found out you
killed somebody,
and I completely forgot.
What? Trash.
Yes. I guarantee you
you're gonna get
the punishment again
this year.
I'm not getting
a tattoo. No way.
Yes, you're gonna fucking do.
On my ass? Come on.
OK. That girl you're talking
about has no pants on
and just walked past
those two dudes,
and they didn't even
notice her.
OK. Go out there,
We're gonna get
her inside the apartment.
-We'll just talk to her, OK?
-OK.
Yeah.
- I can go talk to her.
- I can talk to her.
Get your sweaty back
on the couch. We got this.
I can talk to her.
Linda, we'll be right back.
- The TV working?
- We'll be right back.
Watch
whatever you want.
You've gone your entire
life without any good dick.
Oh, no. I was married
12 years ago...
to a minister.
What?!
"Good touch" is what we had.
I converted and left him.
Oh, that's cold.
But still, 12 years?
Confession.
I already took my medicine.
Oh, you took the molly.
Mm-hmm. And it's the best
Molly I've ever fucking had.
Oh! Oh.
Wow.
And it's just kicked in...
It sounds magical,
Daphne.
Yeah. It's so...
I can't imagine.
I really--Whoa.
- It's so...
- OK. Ha ha!
Where are we fucking
putting this big fuck?
Put him inside
with the little guy.
Why?
They're both dead.
Makes sense, no?
And I called you here
because our neighbor Linda
is having an issue we're gonna
help her with downstairs.
-Oh.
-She's an older woman.
Doesn't have a lot of help,
so we're kind of the people
that do it. Anyways,
unfortunately, it came
during the best possible
birthday surprise of all time.
We're gonna get you
situated...
Yeah.
With the ladies
in the living room.
And I can't wait to
get back up here.
Who?
-The ladies.
-The ladies.
Hey, Cielly, this is Daphne.
Chana, meet Daph.
-I'm coming...
-Where you been?
-I missed you.
-I've been up and down...
Tonight's the night
I shibori your curtains...
Wait. What? No, no, no.
Not tonight.
I don't want you to shibori
my curtains tonight.
It's gonna be perfect.
Why don't we just get
rid of the stinky little guy?
Fucking buy us some time
till the big guy
starts to stink.
We just--let's take
the stinky little guy
and shove him in a suitcase.
A suitcase and what,
put him out on the curb?
-Bingo.
-Yeah.
You think he'll fit?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
OK, hold this.
Let me get this.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I don't know why
we're being so quiet.
This zipper doesn't
have a zipper.
The zipper doesn't
have a thingy.
-Fuck. The little flappy?
-Yeah, the flappy.
My hand went in
his fucking skull.
Loren, I see you, bro. I know.
-OK.
-OK.
-OK,
-OK.
I feel like he looked at me.
-Do you have anything in here?
-Oh, yeah. Shit.
Anything with your name
on it?
Oh, look. A Reese's.
That's cool.
All right. We're good. We're
good. We're good. We're good.
Just count...
You have the gift of touch.
Mm. I think of it more like
the gift of feel.
Yeah, it's like
sometimes, I am just
so completely crushed by time.
It's like everything
is going away so fast.
-Aw.
- You know?
It just comes
out of nowhere, you know?
And I'm just completely
devastated and overwhelmed
by everything being so fucking
meaningless, you know?
A spiritual practice
could help with that.
-All right, all right.
-OK.
I got it.
Just let the weight...
-It's so fucking heavy.
-Fuck.
I feel like you're
doing all the work.
I love period sex. Goddamn!
I knew you were gonna say it.
-I love period sex.
-Me, too.
But it's a week a month to
connect with your husband.
No one needs that.
It's so sweet that you
think of it that way,
but I like to connect with
my husband's cock
when I can't get knocked up.
That's fucking feminism.
Mm. I want to connect
with your husband's cock.
-Mm.
-Hmm.
Mmm!
Oh!
Are you fucking kidding me?
They are camping out
here.
They live here now. Hi!
Mamoun's, huh?
Amazing idea, dude,
on Mamoun's.
We had to try it.
The freaking tow truck's
taking forever,
so today's the day.
We don't know whose car
that is, so it's crazy.
It's just, you know,
the raw onions
in the middle of the day.
I was gonna get
a charbroiled burger. Then...
Oh, oh.
Yo, this homeless kid
is so hot. Like...
He loves heroin.
Who doesn't?
Turned out
to be falafel.
- This is...?
- Yo, look at this.
I would see you as
a Smashburger kind of guy.
What the...?
Why are you throwing that out?
Yo, what are you guys
doing over there?
You've been here all day.
Are we bothering you
or something?
-No. Just asking.
-Look, whatever.
We're having
a party later tonight.
-You guys can come
if you want.
-What?
Is there gonna be food?
Yeah, sure. You can come
and keep us safe. Ha ha!
Cops?
You guys will fucking invite
anyone to these things.
Did you--
did you call the locksmith?
Yeah, I did,
and he's just backed up.
I can't believe they
invited you guys.
- It's summertime. You know.
- Summer?
You should go.
You didn't see
the attitude on that one?
No, no, they always
have that.
-I don't like people
like that.
-I agree.
I want one
of your cigarettes, OK?
I know I'm not
supposed to smoke.
Can I just get one of them?
Oh. Hey, man, you want
a cigarette?
I know, but I'm partial
to his,
and I have to piss,
and I just--
I didn't want to be rude.
Yeah. No, no. I--Yeah.
I want to go upstairs.
You didn't even
ask me what brand I smoke.
You don't smoke Capris.
I love Capris. Can you
bring one down for me?
At the party.
Looks like you're coming.
Ah! You got me with that one.
Looks like
you're coming!
Y'all have a great night, OK?
OK. I got to say,
it's so fucking wack that
they invited the cops.
The last thing we need.
No, but it's like it
wasn't so special anymore.
You know?
The girls invited us.
I thought we were cool.
I just saw my hat
in the cop car.
What? How?
Fucking left it in the truck.
When I went to work, he was
going to give me a ride home.
I fucking forgot. All right?
How did it get from
the truck--or SUV
to the cop car?
Well, obviously these fucking
assholes are towing it,
and they thought it was
perfectly cool to just
steal the fucking hat.
What hat is it?
"Die Hard 3."
Oh, that's a good
fucking hat.
Yeah, it's a good fucking hat.
More importantly, my fucking
name's written in it
and my DNA is everywhere.
Your name is written in it?
Like "The Sandlot"?
Yeah.
Man. Fuck those cops.
Just do whatever the fuck
they want, taking shit.
Exactly. And we need to get in
there now.
That ties me to everything.
Oh, wait. Hang on.
I have an idea.
-OK.
-You're gonna like this.
You're gonna like this.
-I will do anything.
-OK.
Picture this, all right?
You go up and you get
that Daphne chick.
You bring her down here
to distract the cops
and get the hat back.
She isn't wearing any pants.
This will be easy.
Whoo!
Then, didn't that
fuck-face Ian
want you to move his stove?
I really need your
help on something...
You get the cops to
help you with that.
Get them upstairs.
They seem to like us now.
That will work.
I have a small project
in my apartment.
It's pretty exciting.
While you're doing that,
me and Loren will bring
the suitcase back downstairs
and leave it on the curb.
Cops upstairs, dead little guy
downstairs. Boom.
-This is good.
-OK.
I think that the communication
is best in my marriage
when I have a secret
because the secret always
leads to a little bit of guilt
and then the guilt makes me
more patient and kind.
And when I am more present
and loving, so is Bunny.
-That's so beautiful.
-There you go.
-Ma'am?
-Yes, ma'am?
-Who you touch?
- Come on, now.
I didn't touch anyone,
and I can touch
whoever I want.
OK.
Whoo-hoo. Ah, huh.
I've never been
in a cop car before.
Ha ha. Oh, really?
Yeah. I mean,
I've never been behind
the wheel of a cop car.
Is that weird?
No, it's not that weird.
The wheel?
Nah, nah.
It's not weird at all.
Yeah. I was never behind
the wheel of a cop car
until I joined the force.
Mm. The force?
Tell me about the force.
You want to put that on?
See how that looks?
-Mm-hmm.
-Oh, that's not bad.
Look at that, huh?
All right, all right.
So...
she would really love to
get a get a photo of her
in the car with you guys
posted up around her?
You want to take
a little picture in there?
Yeah. Post you guys
on either side?
-Yeah.
-Is that possible?
Do you have any pants?
-No. It's summertime.
-Oh, that shouldn't matter.
Yeah, it's summertime.
Come on.
All right, all right.
I'll tell you what.
-Come on.
-Don't worry about it.
Look. Hey, don't touch
anything in there.
I just want one little--
Yeah. you want a little
picture in there?
-Yes...
-All right. In you go.
- All right. Here you go.
- All right.
All right.
It should be fine.
It should be fine.
I'm not driving
this fucking car again.
All right. Oh. You're
getting in with her?
This is your car.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I need to be--I need to be in
the picture. Look here.
Good. Perfect.
-Ah, there we go.
-OK.
All right. Come on.
- Come on.
- Let's do this. Ooh!
- Whoa, whoa.
- Here we go.
- I'm ready.
- Great. Here.
How do I look?
Why don't you throw me
some of that thunder I see
behind those eyes?
- All right.
- Wham.
Let me do one hard, bro.
OK. Get hard.
Perfect. We got it.
OK. Out we go.
Thank you.
I'll take the phone.
All right. Bye.
Don't touch anything.
- All right. There you go.
- You need it?
Yeah. That was cool,
right?
Just move it to the empty
apartment next door
and switch it out
for that stove.
Wait. Who's that?
That's Franklin.
He's from my church.
He's no good with his hands.
What a shame.
I'll help you.
No, you won't.
Bunny? Bunny, is that you?
Bunny, I've been
looking for you.
Hey, careful on the stairs.
He's coming, he's coming!
-Who? Who's coming?
-The rabbi.
The rabbi is coming.
He was supposed to
come by earlier,
and then he disappeared on me,
and I thought maybe that
he was gonna
stand me up, too.
But he finally got back to me
and is on his way right now
to check
the whole situation out.
Wow. I mean,
what a mitzvah, huh?
You were right.
Everything is looking up.
This is exciting.
Where are you going?
I just have to run
downstairs real quick,
grab the police officers
to help me move Ian's stove.
Stove?
I'm excited.
This is good.
- You're allergic?
- I'm allergic.
I can deal with it.
I can do it...
It's a hazard...
OK, got it? All done.
I can't thank you
enough, officers.
Wait. Are we sure
this is legal?
Actually,
the landlord requested it.
- OK.
- Yeah.
Is this where you
wanted it, Franklin?
Come on.
I'm allergic to dogs.
Go, go, go, go.
You got it.
- You got it.
- It has wheels.
It has wheels.
You use the wheels.
It's so heavy.
All right.
Damn. Yo, what are you
doing over there?
Farting in this cop car.
Oh, I dig it, man.
You want to have impact,
why don't you shit in the car?
'Cause I don't
have enough time.
It's done, man.
Yo, what--
- what are you doing with that?
- Whoa, we're good.
It's trash.
Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
No, I'll take that.
No, you won't
take that.
- Fuck.
- What?
You know what?
Look at you.
Lanky, thin,
sickly a little bit.
You're too tall
for these clothes, OK?
This is a bag full of clothes,
these are
- smaller people's clothes.
- Huh?
They're not
gonna fit you.
We have to take them
to the organization.
- It's for children.
- Yeah,
so don't worry about it.
These are
children's clothes.
Can I get a cigarette?
Just drag it by the--
What?
Can I get a cigarette?
I'll do you
one better, man. Here.
And you can skedaddle.
There you go.
- Whoa.
- You can pawn that.
- Thanks, man.
- Yep. Just for you.
Yo, let me
get a cigarette.
Oh. Yeah, OK.
Dino. Dino.
You got a--
you got a light?
Yeah, yeah.
Yo, let me get a light.
Dude, back up
a little bit. Here, take that.
That's all you. Good-bye.
Thank you.
- Leave me the fuck alone.
- You got it?
- Get the fuck away.
- I got the door.
All right.
- Oh, my God! The fuck.
- The wheels.
-Jesus.
-That kid smells like shit.
Yeah, he did.
- Oh!
- Oh!
Dude...
- was it like this outside?
- I don't know.
- Get it in.
- I can't get in.
The fucking zipper's broken.
I said this earlier.
- Oh!
- Oh, my God.
- I got to take him out.
- No, no.
- Yeah.
- Out? Out?
Dude, I got
to get him out now.
- All right.
- Before someone
fucking comes in.
Oh, he's all fucking loose.
- Lift.
- OK, hold on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lift.
I don't know
what to do. Here.
Oh! Oh, shit!
OK.
Thank you.
This is a lot.
This is a lot,
but I cannot wait
to see the final product.
- I'm, like--
- Oh, yeah.
I'm actually
really excited now.
- Oh, finally.
- I am.
- Thank you.
- It's gonna be great.
Listen, like, your
man's made a great decision.
-Yeah.
-Having this one, really.
Don't call him
"my man's," but, yeah,
It's a--it's a good stove?
I mean, you don't
have to say it.
That's just mean, dude.
I don't know why
you would say that,
but, um--
anyway, I had one
of these Avantis here,
and, dude, it'll change
your life, seriously.
- I'll look into that.
- You should.
'cause I'm having
a gas issue.
- You really should.
- Listen, I am sorry.
You are my man's.
And there is no excuse.
You just--
you pushed it a lot today,
but I have no excuse.
What am I trying to do,
impress a cop?
All I know is Franklin
wanted a new stove.
Are you even listening?
It's a psychosomatic reaction.
It's the dogs with the little
fucking sharp hairs
trying to tell me.
Just stay here.
OK.
- Dude? Dude?
- Yeah. Yo.
Shh.
The cops are right there.
- OK. Please?
- What? What?
Look, just please
shine your light
and look if there's
spiders behind me.
I'm serious.
I'm serious.
- No spiders.
- Oh.
His eyes are open, though.
- I know,
- Oh, God.
Oh, God. I can feel it.
It's in the air.
OK.
OK.
Shut the door.
Yeah, door shutting.
- Oh!
- Ooh.
Oh.
Oh, man.
Cramps, you know?
I, uh.
I have an inquiry for you.
Yes, sir.
Where do I get
the top-notch burger
- in the area?
- Top-notch burger?
I don't know top-notch
burger in the area.
I--I don't mean
a place called The Top Notch.
I'm looking for the top-
- notch burger...
- Fucking jagoff.
But I know where
the best burger
- in town used to be.
- Fuck.
It was called
The Great Jones.
I don't think
they called it that.
- Oh, yeah.
- They called it...
- The Jones.
- Right.
Yeah, man,
that was a good burger.
- It was past its time.
- Right, well, then
they were gonna open
and then they shut
and then they open again
and then they--
- You a cheeseburger man?
- No, absolutely.
I take it with a Gruyere.
Don't call me an aristocrat,
but I like it that way.
If not, I go straight
for the American.
Oh, hey,
I bet you're
a cheeseburger guy.
Don't ask him
anything. He's gonna tell you
a Smashburger.
Look at his shirt.
Are you
a Smashburger man
- or you a charbroiled man?
- Of course he's
a Smashburger, man.
Look at him.
I do--I do enjoy
a Smashburger, sir.
- How you doing, sir?
- Oh, my God.
- Good to see you.
- What's happening, man?
- Smashburger?
- Yeah, that's right.
And I'm not
even a detective.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Yeah.
How's your golf swing?
Gramps,
I shot an 85 today.
He just called you Gramps.
Franklin,
I'm not sure about
- the placement of this stove.
- I like it.
I'm not moving
the stove again.
I mean, it's
definitely not much
- of a stove.
- Dad.
Oh.
David Car--
you know who that is?
Do you know who that is?
Of course he knows
who that is.
It's David Carradine.
Have you ever seen
"Bird on a Wire"?
That's Franklin's
favorite movie.
Franklin, are you
listening to me?
David Carradine,
great actor,
great career, great work,
and he'll only be remembered
for one thing.
One thing that he
didn't even do.
His family hired
a forensic expert
to determine
the cause of death,
and the expert said
it was not suicide.
Framed.
Exactly.
Officer Nadov,
do you have a status update
on the current task at hand?
Take care of yourself.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
Sorry for earlier obviously.
-No worries.
-All right, man.
And?
Yeah,
it's on the floor.
He shat on his floor.
Your go-to story.
Let them go.
None of it worked.
- What?
- The homeless kid's got
his butt in the cop car,
farting, then he wants
the suitcase,
then the body falls out--
- Where is it?
- It's with your boy
Dino in the bathroom.
Dino's in the bathroom
with the body.
-Right now?
-Right now.
-OK. Let's go.
-OK.
Oh, my God.
Oh, help.
Jesus Christ.
Dino crying.
- I'm not crying!
- Dude, I am so sorry.
- Oh, my God.
- That fucking dick bag
put his golf clubs in here.
This sucks.
By the way,
we got to be careful,
'cause he's all fucking stiff
and shit now.
- Oh, God. It's gross.
- I know. Ahem.
- You OK, man?
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, it's not--
- On top of the suitcase.
- We got to put him back in.
- Mm! What happened?
- Oh, my God.
- Fuck it. OK.
- Still dead.
- Ahem.
Mm, OK. Dino--
Yo, tell me
the truth, though.
- Are there spiders behind me?
- Yeah. everywhere.
I fucking knew it.
Dude, I fucking knew it.
- Come on.
- That was horrible.
All right, OK,
I know this is fucked up,
but here's the situation.
We're just gonna take
this little guy, shove him
back in the suitcase,
and drop him
in the middle
of that party, OK?
- Yes.
- Then do it.
- Yes.
- OK.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.
- Isn't that kind of dangerous?
- Yeah.
What if somebody sees
you walk in with the suitcase?
And that is
a huge possibility.
Oh, man.
I mean, you're right, but--
Well, no, wait.
Do you have a suggestion?
Do you have any ideas?
- Burn it.
- Burn it?
Let's go to the fire escape.
You have 3 men.
- Take it down.
- 3 men, take it down.
Hey, we go to the fire escape
and we do it
inside the apartment.
We're gonna go scope it out
- from inside the party.
- Yeah, let's check
it out, then we'll do it.
All right, grab him up,
- let's do this.
- Let's go to the party.
Grab everything,
we'll go to the party.
- Get these golf clubs.
- All right.
Yeah.
Hey, how you doing?
Dude,
what are you doing?
I'm blending in.
Oh.
Scope it out,
will you?
That one's me.
That one's--
dude, turn around.
OK, I'm turning.
Not my fault.
Nobody's
really eating.
They're PB and J's.
If they were grilled cheese,
everyone would be
fucking eating. Riley.
Tomato soup or something.
Who makes soup
for a fucking party?
What are they doing?
I don't...
Oh, they're playing
one of those things
that they be, like,
on a roller coaster right now.
What do you mean?
It's like, uh,
virtual--virtual stuff.
- Oh, that's Betty.
- Wow.
Little baby doll outfit.
She cannot see you.
Oh, shit.
I'm gonna go talk to her.
Ha! OK, whoever's
tapping me, I can't see you.
-Hey, yo, Betty! It's Dino!
-Oh, my gosh!
- Whoa, whoa, OK, bro.
- Hey.
- Bro, I can hear you.
- You invited us.
What are
you guys doing?
- We're just blending in.
- Yeah.
We were actually wondering
if we can get a tour.
- What?
- Yeah.
Doesn't your guy's apartment
look the exact same?
Yeah,
is that weird?
But I do have
a question.
- There's 3 of you.
- Yeah.
And there's
two bedrooms here.
- Yeah, we rotate.
- Oh, yeah?
- They rotate?
- Yeah.
Yeah, Yaz I rotate, OK,
so one of us gets the couch,
and another one gets
the room, and then
Moneybags over there gets
the 365-day deal.
It's Elaine's room?
- Hey, Elaine.
- Hey, Dino.
- Hey, Elaine.
- Hey, Kalief.
So, who has
the room this week?
I do.
Betty. Heh!
What does your room look like?
Real subtle, Dino.
Let's go.
- Name a city...
- Yeah?
And I'll tell you
the football team.
-I don't know football teams.
-Neither do I.
So then why are we
talking about it?
Just ask me.
Uh...
Who won
the '98 Super Bowl?
John Elroy,
Denver Broncos, last season.
Elway. Elway.
John Elway.
- James Ellroy.
- "Black Dahlia"?
"Black Dahlia"?
Wow.
Oh, push up,
push up, push up.
Fuck.
Oh, man.
Oh, my God! Christ.
Oh.
OK. OK.
I got it. I got it.
Dude, go for it.
All right.
Hey, you know, Betty shut
- the door behind me...
- Yeah.
Today, when we went
into her room?
Uh-huh?
- Yeah.
- Really?
She just kept talking
about how she has to share
the couch and the couch swap
thing and the room swap,
and it was so unattractive.
Well, I think you're
so relationship-averse,
it's just you do anything
to ruin something.
We got to go.
I can't go
back out there.
I can't go back out there.
I can't.
All right, all right.
You can't. I got it.
Yeah.
Today's been...
Can we just talk?
Can we just stop and talk?
Thursdays, 3 a.m.
What's Thursdays
at 3 a.m.?
Your Calvin Klein ad.
I hit Paolo.
That's when they do it.
Paolo knows when they
change the Calvin Klein ad?
Yeah.
I mean, so he says.
I'm choosing to believe him.
Yeah.
He hit someone.
That's when they do it.
Thursdays at 3 a.m.
Friday mornings,
3 a.m., OK?
But we go to a movie
Thursday night,
midnight movie, we hit
the sign, a couple chairs.
Yeah, that's cool.
- That is cool.
- Uh-huh.
Yo.
They got cereal in here.
Heh heh!
- It's Life. Heh!
- Disgusting people.
Who...
- who are these two gentlemen?
- Oh,
that's my husband Bunny,
and that's Dino.
Dino's his brother.
Well, not really,
but they seem inseparable.
They're even wearing
the same thing today,
which I find silly
at their age, but also cute.
They do shit
like that all the time...
- Yes.
- Unfortunately.
And, uh,
where are they?
- They're out.
- Oh, last I saw,
they were just
right downstairs.
When I came to let you in,
I walked right by them.
You know,
I would like to speak
- with these two, if I may.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, totally, totally.
- Um...
- Right away.
I'll go down and see.
I'll go down, Rabbi.
I'll go get them.
- OK. Thank you!
- OK. OK.
Yeah. You're welcome.
- Oh, shit!
- Oh. Babe--
What are you
doing here?
We had to move
the package.
-Uh, what?
-We had to move the package.
- The suitcase.
- I got it, I got it.
I got--oh, no.
No, oh, no.
This is a bad idea.
Bad idea.
- What do you mean?
- Are you kidding?
You can't just leave
the girls with the body.
I totally agree, yeah.
I mean, these kids
are terrific.
They throw a wonderful party.
Oh, my God, you guys
are so fucking predictable.
Also, I'm assuming you know
the rabbi's upstairs?
- So?
- "So"?
- Yeah, yeah.
- So what?
He fucking wants to see
both of you.
- Yeah.
- What?
How does he know who we are?
- I know. He's...
- All right,
this is what you're gonna do.
You're gonna fucking
deal with this,
fast, I'm gonna try
and stall the rabbi,
which has been
borderline impossible.
I'm telling you, he's running
a fucking hard line.
- I'm pushing.
- OK.
- Yes.
- Fast!
- OK.
- Yes.
Ah.
Ah, "Diary of a Mad
Black Woman."
- Yeah. Heh! Yeah.
- How does the rabbi know
who we are? Also,
I'm not fucking going back
on that fire escape.
Wait, hold on. Let's regroup.
- Let's go.
- She's awesome.
Let's go. Come on.
She's fantastic.
She is extraordinary.
She has a similar--
is she related to--
Yeah, that's Bobbie's mother.
- Bobbie.
- Yes.
Yes. Ah, beautiful.
Beautiful hair.
Look at the--oh.
Like she's almost praying.
You're getting jelly
all over your cup.
All right. Plan.
Shit.
- Fuck this.
- Go, go, go, go. Go.
- Nope.
- Where's the suitcase?
Fuck that.
No, there's a chick,
like, passed out
- in there.
- So what?
Like, her skirt's hiked
up. I'm not touching her.
Like an Eminem song,
dude.
Nobody's saying
touch her.
Just pull the suitcase out
from under.
-"Just"?
-Yeah.
No, no, she's, like,
laying on the suitcase.
Listen, Loren, my DNA's
not going anywhere
near that woman.
OK, I've done enough damage
tonight, man.
He's right.
Should I get Linda?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.
Fuck, man.
I should have studied harder.
Oh...
what do we do now?
Just go in the closet.
There has to be something.
It's fucking insane in there.
In here? OK.
Oh, wow.
- Come on.
- Oh, use these.
Let's go.
All right. This--
Oh, my God!
It's a pogo stick.
Heh!
All right, I got it.
- It's fine.
- Yeah.
- Be careful.
- Mm.
- Oh, shit. Here.
- Stop.
- Oh, stop poking her.
- Oh.
I don't know
what else to do.
OK, I'm gonna
get her foot.
I got an idea.
- Stop...
- I'm just gonna
pick her up, just like that.
I'm just gonna
pull her away.
Fuck. We just need this
suitcase.
I'm picking her up. OK.
What are you doing?
Oh, what happened?
Oh, my God, it's Linda.
It's Linda.
- Hey...
- Hey.
- Get up, now!
- Yeah.
Get up, lady!
Get up.
- Yeah. Heh heh!
- Get up!
- Yeah, yeah.
- Get up, now!
Listen to her.
- Get up, get up.
- Oh.
Yeah, I got
something for you.
Now, wake up.
We're standing.
Hey!
Drink too much, the lady.
- Smell bad.
- Oh.
OK.
- Come in. Wake up!
- All right.
- Drink too much.
- Let's go.
All right,
we're gonna go.
...jumpin',
the place was packed
LBC, motherfucker,
we back
About to drop
something, about to turf
The turf
'bout the surf
What is it worth?
Well, I'm the W-A-
double R-E-N-G
And I'm the S-N-
double O-until the P-D-O-G
Celebrate it,
elevate it
It's me and my dawg
You know
I regulate it
Strobe lights,
low-lifes, highlights, 2-10
- You got this?
- Yeah.
Ew, what fucking
smells so bad?
It's that fucking
junkie behind me who stinks.
No, no, no, it's that
old Chinese bitch's food.
Ha ha ha--whoa!
Fuck.
OK...
everybody here has to go.
Oh!
- We live here.
- All right, well,
anybody that lives here
obviously can stay.
Everybody else, let's go.
On the way out.
I'm, like, staying
on the couch this week.
No you're not.
It's Yaz's couch week.
All right, fucking joke.
What you're not doing is
listening to any of us, OK?
This fuck--
what's your fucking name?
Fucking Rifle?
- Gunnar.
- What you're not
fucking understanding is that
this fucking guy swung first
on my friend, who you have
in the back of your car
- right fucking now!
- No, that is
- a fucking lie!
- All right, all right.
And everyone here
can attest to that!
Yo, I'm pretty sure
that his best friend is
- a hooker!
- All right, listen!
- Who cares?
- Can anyone here
attest to what
the gentleman's saying?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Yes, yes.
Bunny?
- Bun?
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Mm-hmm?
- Bobbie?
- Bunny?
-Bobbie.
-Bun.
-I love you, but...
-I love you.
I have to come clean.
Bunny,
you're gonna shut the fuck up.
You're not gonna say
anything.
You're gonna take
Bunny to jail, then?!
And you're gonna let
Richie Rich here
- go swim in a pool of money?
- Jesus fucking Christ!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
- Every one of you!
- Who you yelling at, bro?
- Dino!
- Who the fuck are you
yelling at, tough guy?
Look at you, trying
to stand there
all charged and shit,
thinking you're all tall!
Who do you think you are?
You come up in here just
accusing people of dumb shit,
you fucking bald-headed,
flat-footed pussy!
- Dino!
- Oh, my God!
Shut the fuck up, Dino!
Say one more
motherfucking word.
- Bro, you ain't shit.
- Dino.
You mouthed off
to that cop, didn't you?
Hmm.
The junkie took
the suitcase.
Loren ditched.
Hell of a run.
- Sir, sir--
- If you talk to me
- like a human being, I can--
- Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Quiet!
Quiet! Belle.
Calm down.
Belle, what is
going on here?
Ah, ha ha.
Gabrielle.
- Come here, come here.
- Where'd she get churros?
I don't know,
but I want one.
So here's the deal.
Showed up here
on a, uh, noise complaint,
and when I walked in,
the, uh, Bunny gentleman
was knocking out
this Gunnar kid.
-Get the fuck away.
-Fuck you guys!
-Fuck you.
-Call your daddy.
-You rat fuck!
-Dick!
Oh, he just called his
dad, he just called his dad.
And where the fuck
were you 20 minutes ago?
We were getting
some fucking churros.
Copy that.
We can hold up.
Uh, police,
this guy swung first.
What? Which?
Which one is that?
- This guy.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why'd you say that?
No, I fucking didn't!
You hear this?
Who swung first?
He did!
You knew
who did this?
Yeah, fucking right!
Are you kidding?
Look at my fucking face!
Did you talk to any
of these witnesses?
I talked to every one
of 'em.
OK, well, where's
the other half of you?
Where's the prettier
version of you?
- He's upstairs!
- Well, where--
- where the fuck is Bunny?
- Bunny's in my car,
in the cage with Eminem.
Listen, we've been here
all day, and all we've seen
is Bunny help people.
We were, like,
trying to fucking tell you,
but you were not
fucking listening.
All right,
F-letter Words.
We just got here.
Relax.
Why don't we just go
upstairs and get
the other gentleman, huh?
OK.
Let's go upstairs.
- Official police business.
- Actually,
you were called.
Why don't you do that?
Oh.
Hi.
- It's Bobbie, right?
- Mm-hmm.
-You doing OK?
-Mm-hmm.
-You sure?
-Uh-huh.
OK, well, listen,
I know it's been a wild day,
but we're gonna figure this
out, all right?
-Appreciate that.
-I don't want you to worry.
What am I doing?
I don't understand
why you're so Johnny Confident
about him getting arrested,
because if he gets arrested
and goes to jail, that means
you go to jail, too, because
we have 8 witnesses who say
you threw the first punch.
- What?
- Yeah.
-No, that's bullshit!
-Yeah, that's what it is.
- You ever been to jail?
- Ha!
They have not been to jail.
Oh, these fucking guys.
You guys see
what happened here?
He did it.
Fuck that!
- This is so fucking unfair!
- What the fuck?
- Hey.
- Case closed.
- Take it easy.
- I go to some lame
art chick party,
and I get punched
- in the fucking face?
- Well--
- Yeah!
- Look, obviously,
we don't want to go
to jail, dude.
OK.
Then it's settled.
So we're--we're good?
- I'll run it for you.
- I'll just hide it.
Look who it is. Oh.
Eminem and Thor.
- Hey, Belle?
- OK.
-Huh?
-You got to uncuff 'em.
Well, I'm fine to let
this one go, but this one's
- not going anywhere.
- What?
- I'm sorry, man.
- What are you sorry for?
I should have just
kept my mouth shut.
I was trying to help him.
I was wrong.
So you learned
a lesson tonight?
-Absolutely.
-OK.
Belle, just let him go,
man. Cut him a break.
I let him go,
what's in it for me?
We'll grab a coffee later.
That make you happy?
Let him go.
- My house or your house?
- Oh, Christ.
Starbucks.
Booyah!
- Venti?
- Jesus Christ.
- Let's go drinking.
- Stop talking.
- Just uncuff him. Jesus Christ.
- I want a big one.
What do you boys got
planned for the rest of
the night? Anything good?
- Bedtime.
- Yeah.
- Bedtime. That sounds--
- Yo, relax.
- All right.
- Don't make us
- regret this, guys.
- Enjoy the rest
- of your night.
- Thank you.
- Good night.
- Thanks, guys.
- Happy birthday.
- Take care.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
OK, we got to find
that fucking suitcase,
- like, now.
- I know.
Aw, how does it feel
to be free?
Where have
you guys been?
The rabbi has been waiting.
All right, come on.
Let's go in.
Yeah, let's go.
I do believe
I saw you slay a giant.
What does that mean?
I saw what I saw,
downstairs?
Why haven't you
called the cops?
I didn't call
the police because...
I heard you say you were
raped, and I believed you.
-You believe me?
-Yes.
I'm supposed
to feel better,
but you're standing over me
in the back room,
talking to me,
so what are we doing?
What was your last act
of kindness,
- truthfully?
- I'm trying to help
my neighbor get rid
of a bad guy.
We are trying
to help the neighbor
- get rid of a bad guy.
- Yes, we are.
OK.
Uh, OK.
I see.
Look, so, yo, I--
I start the day thinking
I'm gonna help someone
- find themselves sexually.
- Yeah?
I end up standing
over a giant dead guy,
and we got this teeny,
tiny one that's gone missing.
I see--
Daddy's home.
Oh, you got
the suitcase back!
I been in
the stairwell, listening
to that freak Franklin
still blasting "Kung Fu."
"Kung Fu"?
"Kung Fu"?
Loren, you good?
Listen to me, Bunny.
I'm--I am.
- "Kung Fu."
Carradine.
David fucking Carradine.
That big bastard...
was masturbating.
You know, I remember
when that happened.
- It was really sad.
- Autoerotic
asphyxiation.
Bingo, Rabbi.
Autoerotic asphyxiation.
See? See how they
framed Carradine?
What am I
not getting here?
Oh, it's autoerotic
asph--hmm--asphyxiation.
Just a minute.
"A person engaging
in such sexual strangulation
is sometimes called a gasper."
We got a gasper.
Heh! I get it.
So the big guy comes into
little junkie's apartment,
kills him, and then he
ends up here, jerking off?
Yeah, lights out,
like David fucking Carradine.
- Whew!
- Rest in peace.
Yeah, nobody's
gonna give a shit
about either one of 'em.
Oh. Weirdo sex.
- This could work.
- Exactly.
Bobbie.
Deal with it tomorrow,
but you got to call her.
OK.
OK.
- I love you.
- I love you.
This is obscene.
In a fucking suitcase.
Take pictures of everything.
Everyone's wearing
gloves, right?
Have to--
Don't scare me, man.
Kim, come on.
You don't got to think
about it.
You've done this before.
Please?
Rock 'n' roll,
save my life tonight
Amongst many, many more
beautiful nights
Oh, baby,
you just know it
I really just want
to be free
Of the same mistakes
And it never breaks,
but we're still young
And our heart still aches
to find life
And a life beside it
And we'll fight
'cause you know
That we're right
and we'll win
'Cause we never
give in, so begin
In your street today
And you know
When is the place
we can go
Where we can be
all alone
To escape
the world today
Never heard girls put
a smile on my face
And take me out
of this sad, horrible place
So come on, let's do it
My turn.
Your turn, then was my turn.
Again, let's meet up...
- Nobody hurt Linda.
- Hey.
What? What?
Your pops is
a standup guy.
Shut the fuck up, Dino.
- OK.
- OK? Good.
And we'll fight
'Cause we know that we're
right and we'll win
You know, this...
Come on, come on.
- Linda.
- Thank you for today.
Come here, come here.
- Family.
- Here.
Oh, my gosh.
Beautiful.
Where you'll
escape from the world today
Oh, bring your lips,
it's the apocalypse
I'm assuring you something
that you just can't miss
Don't worry.
I stole it.
Our wild times
in the sun
- Yeah, I saw.
- You saw?
Gonna do it
this way tonight
Toni-i-ight, yi, yi, yi
Do it this way tonight
And we'll fight
We know that we're right,
and we'll win
We'll never give in,
so begin
In your street today
And we'll fight
You know that we're
right and we'll win
Never give in, so begin
In your street tonight
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh
- All right.
- Kind of annoying that we
- have to carry the chairs back.
- I know.
Should we cr--Let's cross.
- Should we?
- Yeah.
If ever this motorcycle
Go slip in the mud now
Well, let me have
these children
To carry down the blood
If ever these ruby rings
Are slipping
from my cold fingers
Let them be passed
down now
And, honey,
let my ghost linger
Well, I will raise 'em,
I will raise 'em
I will raise, I will raise,
I will raise 'em
Oh
In the city
surrounded by water
Now give me daughters
And make 'em 1, 2, 3
I will raise 'em
They'll go to
church with me
Every day, in every way
I gave 'em all I had
And I walk along OK
Oh, oh
Oh
If you're tired
or you're hungry
Or you had too much sugar
Oh
Now give me daughters
And make 'em 1, 2, 3
I will raise 'em
They will look like me
And when they send,
send me away
Well, I will always pray
For a happy birthday
And when at night coming
down on crutches
You will never be alone
Oh, you will become
so beautiful
To think of it
makes me cry
And every month,
a brand-new letter
Written from
my motel kitchen
To tell funny jokes
and a little hope
If you ever get
tired of living
If you're hungry
or you're tired
Or you had too much sugar
Oh, let me be
The one that looks
down on you
All right, eh
Come on