Crumb Catcher (2023) Movie Script

1
[telegraph beeping]
[film projector whirring]
[woman breathing rapidly]
[cell phone vibrating]
[car door opens and closes]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
Man: How is everybody feeling?
[indistinct]
Here's our bride and groom!
[indistinct voices]
[dance music playing loudly]
[indistinct voices]
Man: So, how did you two meet?
Well, it was
love at first sight.
Yeah, she was, uh...
She was on this bridge,
and it was raining,
and she was on this bicycle--
That's not how it happened.
He just shows up at this
company party out of the blue
like everything was just peachy,
and he was completely
not invited.
-No, I was invited.
-No, you weren't.
I think I was invited.
Anyway, he got plastered.
He started dancing
with all the interns--
Hey, Leila, could you give me
some pauses, more pauses?
Oh, sure. Sorry. It's Leah.
Oh, I'm sorry, Leah.
You can keep going,
but just remember pauses
and look at your husband.
[music playing]
The point of the story
is that, um...
at the end of the night, I was--
You were jealous.
Ha ha ha. I was annoyed.
[laughter]
Dynamite.
Leah, could you turn out a bit?
Mm-hmm. Still looking at him?
Yes, and we want to see...
this neck.
Oh, so you two work together?
Mm-hmm.
Well, nah. She, uh...
She works for me.
Actually, no. Shane is a writer,
and I work for Block Press.
I work in publishing.
Actually, we're
just about to publish
Shane's first novel.
Congrats. Shane.
What's that?
What's your book about?
Just stories from my childhood.
Well, it's more than that.
It's a father-son story.
It's really special.
And we just found out
we're gonna have a preview
in "American Literary Critique."
That's very cool.
Sounds official.
Yeah. You know,
it's a little more
of an industry publication,
but have you heard
of "Undocumented,"
by Santiago Sabasalen?
Yeah, that sounds familiar.
Yeah. No, he's big-time.
Yeah, yeah.
All the ladies love him.
Please stop.
Well, no, baby, it's true.
Santiago's got it.
He's got the sauce--
The point is that he
started in that magazine,
and now he's a "New York
Times" best-seller.
Are you jealous?
Shanerique don't get
jealous, baby girl.
Uh, yes, keep going.
We can use this.
Shane, you are
literally on fire.
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Hey, Garry, can I just
cut in for a second?
Oh. Oh, just got
another good candid.
Here. Put this somewhere safe.
Leah: Put it
with the other presents.
It's money. Here.
I wrote down the names
and the amounts
for the thank-you letters.
They really should be out
by the end of next week.
Okay. Thank you.
[inhales]
[footsteps receding]
Remember to thank her
for the wedding.
Woman: Make sure we get
something composed, please.
Garry: Understood.
Woman: Something... calm.
Okay. Understood.
Okay, now we're gonna try
something completely different.
Um... remember, I want serious.
Hey, um... is it all right
if we could just take
a quick break?
Let's just get it over with.
Can I just get a minute,
please? Goddamn.
Shane!
[music stops]
[bell tolling]
[groaning softly]
Leah.
Babe.
[door opens]
Leah: Come on.
I want to get on the road.
Sure. Everything all right?
[zipper opening]
[car engine cranking]
[engine starts]
Just give it a minute.
[indistinct voice]
Woman: Did you
give him the card?
Well, did he read it?
How could you fucking
even ask me that?
All right? I mean,
stop pressuring me.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
What?
This fucking waiter.
Can we go, please?
Well, the car's
still got to warm up.
My god. I just spent
the last half-hour
listening to this guy
tell me about the nuance
of walk-in cooler organization.
Don't ask him any questions,
or he'll literally
never stop talking.
[knock knock]
[window opening]
What year is she?
I'm sorry, man?
What year is the car?
It's a... It's a '78.
Ha ha. Wow.
And she's still running, huh?
Yeah.
Wow. You know,
it's not my favorite.
Yeah, see, they really
had it right in the fifties.
Right, yeah.
Shane, we should probably
hit the road, right?
I'm sure Leah
already talked to you
about the whole mixup
with the cake topper.
I just wanted to come over
and personally apologize
on behalf of Crystal Views.
That's free
of charge, of course.
Uh... thanks. Yeah.
Wait. But, you know,
as I said before,
it's really not
that big of a deal.
We weren't even planning
to keep it in the first place.
It's just I turned by back
for one minute,
and the whole place
just goes kaput.
See, we got this new guy
working for us,
this Latino fella.
He's a real sweetheart of a guy,
but he just doesn't
grasp the understanding
of some of the more basic--
Man: John, you left
the fucking walk-in open.
What's going on?
John: Well, I'm just
airing it out a little.
I'm sure it's fine now.
You can close it.
This guy...
thinks he's the boss
of everyone.
Middle management.
You know what I mean?
[bird squawking]
[music playing]
Leah: From Uncle Leo.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Castillo,
"I hope you find
this present welcome
"in your future life together.
The light of the Lord
shining down on you both..."
[voice fades]
"I wish you nothing
but the very best."
This is coming from the man
who was groping all my friends
at the wedding.
All right. Let's see here.
Oh, this is a big one.
Oh, my god. Ha ha ha!
Look, Shane. It's a chip'n'dip.
"One of Regal's
tastiest designs.
"The look is truly elegant.
"Crystal-clear beauty
forms a lasting bond
"with functional utility,
sure to help make any party
become a gala occasion."
You always need a chip'n'dip
if you want to get
the party started.
Don't you mean the gala?
If you want to get
the gala started,
you need a fucking chip'n'dip.
I can't believe I let my mother
talk me into this wedding.
We should have eloped.
What?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 11.
What's the clue?
I don't need your help.
[cell phone vibrating]
Wait. What are you doing?
Got to take a piss.
[engine revs]
Man's voice: Hey, Shane, amigo.
It's your father.
I'm just calling.
Look, I have the...
How do you say?
The cylinder for the car.
We can fix it up,
and I could come to the city,
go out to a nice restaurant.
But I'll be better, okay?
And, uh... listen,
congratulations on the wedding.
It's okay. No bad feelings.
You know, I'm really happy
for you and...
[voice fades]
[cell phone vibrates]
"We need to talk
about last night."
Okay, we have to go in
through the basement.
Jesus, look at all these
fucking e-mails.
Should be a key over here.
It's just right under there.
[cell phone vibrating]
Leah: Oh, I swear to God.
If this is about work,
I'm gonna...
Hello. Hi.
Yeah, we just got here. Uh-huh.
What? Wait. I can't hear you.
Caroline? Oh, hi. Yeah.
What about the bedroom?
Yeah. Are you kidding me?
No, this house,
it's unbelievable,
perfect for a honeymoon.
[voice fades]
Leah: Yeah, yeah.
No, no, I totally agree.
[indistinct]
Hey, you.
Hey.
So, we got the interview.
You okay?
Yeah. I, uh...
I just feel like a piece
of shit, you know.
What? Why? What's the matter?
I don't know. I just...
I feel like we're about to put
my dad's shit out into
the world, you know.
Well, like, I...
I don't know. I just...
We're just, like,
too embarrassed
to invite him to our
own wedding, and...
No, it's not that we
were embarrassed.
It would have been
too stressful.
I mean, we talked
about that, right?
Yeah, right.
Hey, you want to make a plan
and get everyone together soon?
No, that's... that's not what...
That's not what I'm saying.
Look, I don't want
to publish a book.
Hey.
Look at me.
You wrote something
honest about yourself,
and you should be
so proud of that.
You're nervous.
You know, you've been
working on this thing
for five years,
and now it's finally
gonna come out.
That's so much pressure.
But, hey, hey.
Don't worry.
Everybody loves the book.
That's not what this is about.
Are you even listening to me?
I mean, do you understand
that we signed a contract,
we made a commitment?
So, let's get out of it.
Are you serious?
Okay. What about the advance?
Will we just pay that back?
What, all fucking $5,000 of it?
Do you understand the position
that we're in right now, Shane?
I mean, the executive editor
literally opened her home to us,
and she's getting us
all this press,
and you just want to...
I mean, I understand
that you're having
feelings about this,
and that is normal,
and that is okay.
But this... this is not
the way forward.
Okay.
Okay what?
Just a normal okay. Like, okay.
[door rattling]
[door opens]
I got it!
[door closes]
[typing] "I really appreciate...
this opportunity to..."
"Thank you for..."
[door creaks]
[door slams]
[Leah gasps]
Shane?
[hip-hop music playing loudly]
[loud crash]
Shane: Word on the street is
you got wifed up
by some new cat.
I see he's able to give you
that five-car garage
you always wanted.
Let me ask you something, baby.
Does he fly you and your friends
out to Puerto Rico?
I don't care about all that.
Oh, you don't care
about all that.
So, what do you care about?
That's none of your business.
Why are you so tense, mama?
[chuckles softly]
Should we toast?
To what?
To you and your husband.
May he know just how truly
fortunate he is
to have this bad little queen
by his side.
We can have some real--
You know how to open this thing?
Yeah.
[loud pop]
Oh! Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
I have to clean that up.
Sorry, sweetie.
A little bit of a mess
ain't gonna hurt nobody.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my god.
Hmm. Mmm.
So, where's
this motherfucker at?
Um... I don't know, man.
He ran out on me.
No word?
Shit. Hush now.
Let Shanerique ease the pain.
Not another word, honey. Hush.
No, no. Stop.
I said hush.
I shouldn't.
Baby, listen,
your body's talking.
[Leah chuckles]
Where are you going, sweetie?
To the bedroom.
Oh, yeah? What happens in there?
That's for my husband
to find out.
Leah: Where do they
find this shit?
Oh, goddamn it.
This thing is
so fucking annoying.
Do you need any help in there?
No. Go away.
Okay. You can come in now.
What you got under there?
[laughs softly]
It looks so stupid.
Can I, uh... can I take a look?
No, no, no, no, no.
Let me see. Let me see.
Wait. Close the curtain.
[laughs softly]
What are you laughing at?
[laughs softly]
Take your shirt off.
Let me see.
Happy?
Well, your husband
is one lucky man.
Stop talking.
[muttering softly]
[cell phone vibrating]
[types]
[chair slides loudly]
"Violet Liquor."
[cell phone vibrating]
Shane?
There's a car in the driveway.
What do you mean?
That there's a car
in the driveway.
I don't see anything.
You sure you saw something?
Yes. I saw fucking headlights.
Where are you going?
There's got to be
a light out there.
[door closes]
[loud knock on door
and Leah gasps]
What do we do?
I don't know. Answer it?
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, hey, guys! John.
John Spinelli
from Crystal Views.
We've located the cake.
Turns out it was all
just a big misunderstanding.
You see, I had
explained to Mateo,
I explained to the man
the protocol,
that you put the cake
in the freezer on the top shelf.
Poor bastard put it
in the fridge.
How did you get the address?
Uh... the what?
The address.
Oh, uh, Uncle Leo
signed us up
on the Facebook page.
Listen, we should probably
pop this baby into the freezer,
you know, to preserve
the integrity of the cake.
So...
I can't even tell you
how relieved I was
when I saw that cake just
sitting on that shelf there.
It was like a vision.
Uh... Shane, right?
Yeah.
Yeah. Got a little something
for you, too, my man.
It fell off the truck,
if you know what I mean.
Um... thanks.
Oh, my pleasure, Shane.
Listen, pal.
You don't happen
to have a lavatory
I could borrow, do you?
I've been holding it in
quite a while,
these long, winding roads,
you know, plenty.
Shane: Um...
Yeah, yeah. It's to the right.
Ah, God bless you, pal.
Ha ha ha.
No, no. To the right.
John: Ah.
[door opens]
[door closes]
That guy's weird, right?
Yeah, no shit.
This guy's on the spectrum
or something, right?
I mean, who just shows up
at someone's house
at 9:00 at night?
Is that not just weird?
[John clears throat]
[urinating]
What was that shit
about Uncle Leo
inviting "us"
to the Facebook page?
Who's "us"?
Maybe he's just gonna
take a quick piss, okay,
and then he's just gonna leave.
[toilet flushes]
Uncle Leo.
What a fucking jackass.
Ah.
Wow.
Boy, oh, boy. This...
this house is really...
architectural.
Oh, wow. Now, look at that.
Look at that.
That is interesting.
Wow.
Look at this.
Now, that is interesting. Huh.
Tell me something--
is this piece
from the, uh...
impressionists era?
Leah: Expressionists.
That's an abstract
expressionist painting.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Yeah. No, that, uh...
that makes sense.
Hmm. You know, I once worked
an event at the Met.
It was very exclusive,
very V.I.P.
I mean, the bar
was literally stationed
right in front of the Von Gogh.
I mean, can you believe that?
I mean, that thing
is worth a fortune.
I'm just standing there
like this.
You know, but I'll
tell you something.
To people like that,
money is no object.
Yeah, if you're
positioned correctly,
the arts can be
extremely lucrative.
Leah: Right. Well, John,
thank you so much
for coming by--
No, hey, listen, Leah.
I'm just happy everything
was squared away with the cake.
Speaking of which,
Shane-O, what do you say
we crack open that bottle, huh?
Just the boys. Come on.
Well, John, um...
you know, John,
as much as I would love to,
I really shouldn't.
Oh, come on, pal. I assure you
it's a much finer bottle
than that garbage
you were swilling down
last night.
You know, it's aged
in some of the finest oak
Tennessee has to offer.
Come on. What do you say?
Let's have a taste.
Um... I'm just trying
to take it easy.
That's all.
I had a lot to drink
last night, and...
Ah, well, of course.
But, uh, yeah, I wouldn't
beat yourself up over it.
I mean, weddings can be
a lot of stress on a couple.
I see it all the time.
Yeah. John, again, thank you
so much for stopping by.
Shane and I--
Actually-- Sorry.
[clears throat]
Could I have a glass
of water, please?
Sure. Yeah. You sure
I can't get you anything else?
Maybe a sandwich?
No. I ate earlier, but that's
very sweet of you to offer.
Okay.
Leah: Oh, please,
don't touch that.
Oh. Sorry. Sorry. My bad.
You caught me. It's just...
such a beautiful
piece, you know.
It really just sucks you in,
doesn't it? Ha.
Ah. Agua. Thank you. Cheers.
[clears throat]
Yeah. No, I bet
you could just...
sit here all day.
Just take that in, huh?
Mmm. That's something.
[clears throat]
So, you know, Shane, I had--
Oh, sorry, Leah. Sorry.
So sorry.
I had a chance to read
that little excerpt
that you had printed in that
article in that magazine.
Okay. Cool.
Yeah, and I thought
it was very, uh... very trendy.
And I don't mean that
in a negative way.
What do you mean?
Well, just that...
No. Wait. What do you mean?
What do you mean "trendy"?
Oh, well, just that it was
very "of the times," you know.
It's what people are
talking about nowadays.
Yeah, I thought it was
very, uh...
very authentic.
Authentic? Wow.
You know, and I don't mean that
in any disrespectful way.
No. Look. Hey. No.
My father was the son
of an immigrant, too.
It's true. New York City
police officers actually.
Yeah, well, they both were,
real, uh... real tough guys.
You know, it's funny.
I remember my grandfather,
he had these hands, right?
He had these massive mitts,
and he would sit me on his lap--
John, you know, it is
getting quite late.
So, I think it's time
for you to go.
Oh, dear. No. Look. Please.
I am so sorry about the hour.
It's just I thought, you know,
resolving everything tonight
with the cake would just
help everybody sleep
just a little bit cozier,
if you know what I mean.
Yeah, except for the fact
that I told you this morning
I never wanted the cake
in the first place.
So, maybe you should
have listened.
Right, right, right, right.
Yeah, man, it's like
she just said, you know,
it's just really late, is all.
But, look, I really do...
Here. I really do appreciate it.
Ha ha.
[gulping]
Ah...
You know, I'm not just a waiter.
Not that there's anything wrong
with being a waiter,
but that's not all that I am.
I'm actually, uh... something
of an artist myself.
I'm an inventor
and an entrepreneur
with a groundbreaking product.
People are just
going wild for it.
All right, that's
really cool, man.
It's more than just cool, man.
I mean it. This thing
will knock your socks off.
This product I am working on
is about to revolutionize
the dining experience.
I bet you two would get
a real kick out of it.
Hey. You know what?
Why don't I stop
jabbering about it
and just show you
the damn thing? Ha ha!
No, no, no, no.
It's not a good time.
Oh, it won't take two minutes.
[door slams]
What the fuck?
All right, I'll...
I'll take care of it.
Shane: Yo, John, let me
talk to you for a second.
I think you're really
gonna love this, pal,
a guy like you,
a house like this.
Ha. Very exciting news, baby.
See, I was talking
with Shane and his wife.
Did you talk to them?
Did you get the fucking money?
Can we just not worry
about that right now, please?
The point is, they both
seemed real interested
in our little project.
He didn't exactly mind
that bottle either.
Look, John, you're gonna
need to leave now.
No, no, no.
We are not doing this.
You understand me?
Rose. Rose, can you just
calm down here, please?
Rose?
John: Back on track, baby.
Now, Shane, would you mind
just putting your hand here
on the bottom...
the bottom rung, please?
John. John, get down from there
right now! Get down!
I am not responding
to that tone.
Hey, look, look. I don't know
exactly what's going on here,
but you two need
to leave right now.
You remember me from last night?
The bartender, at your wedding.
What are you talking about?
Remember me? Remember this face?
Here, Rose. We are not talking
about any of that
nastiness any more, okay?
Hey, Rose, we are not talking
about any of that, okay?
We are running a clean operation
from here on out.
Now, listen here, Shane.
Here's the deal.
25,000!
Would you let me take
the reins on this thing?
Well, we've got this little
dog-and-pony show
we're gonna show you.
I think you're gonna love it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.
No, no, no, no.
Look, look, look.
You two are leaving
right now, okay?
So, that's it. That's it.
No, no, no. That's it.
Have a good night.
Where the fuck are you going?
But, Shane! Come on, Shane!
Be reasonable! Shane!
Come back, Shane!
What the fuck, man?
Jesus Christ!
[cell phone vibrates]
[Rose moaning and gagging]
[Shane groaning]
Leah: What the fuck is going on?
What happened?
Who the hell is that woman?
And why did he
take off his pants?
Yeah. I don't know.
Well, what the fuck
did they say to you?
Well, John and I, we were
outside talking, and he just...
he seemed really excited
to show me this thing.
Why are you acting so weird?
John: Knock, knock.
Anybody home?
Hey, man, look.
I was just telling Leah...
So, Shane, is it cool
if we set up in here?
I absolutely love this space!
Leah: Set up?
For the presentation.
What are you doing?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?
Look at this place. It's money.
No, no, no. Um, no. I don't know
if Shane made this clear to you,
but we are going to bed now.
But, Shane, I thought--
Well, John, it's just, you know,
um... uh...
Well, this is not
gonna take very long.
Isn't that right, John?
Not at all, no.
Rosie, why don't we use
this space as a backstage?
Wait a minute.
Who the hell is this?
John: Oh, this is my wife.
Rose.
Shane: The bartender
at the wedding.
Leah: Right. Okay. Hold on.
Let me just get this
straight, okay?
So, the two of you came up here
to give us
our missing wedding cake.
And now you want to show us
this thing you've
been working on.
It's an invention.
Right. And, Shane, you think
this is a good idea?
Um... um... well, you know,
they just came
all the way up here,
and, you know, I...
John: Look, Leah,
we're gonna make this
as painless as possible.
I promise. I promise.
Now, can I offer you two
any refreshments?
Beer, wine, sangria?
Leah: Shane, can I talk
to you in here, please?
Now.
Sure. John, why don't you set up
in that corner over there and
just do your thing, all right?
Thanks, pal. Tck.
Leah: What the fuck
is going on out there?
Why are you letting these guys
walk right over you?
I don't know.
I just don't want to be
a complete asshole to this dude.
What? Are you kidding me?
I mean, he did bring us
the cake, and he--
I never wanted the fucking cake!
How are you so blind
to this guy?
This whole thing is
obviously just a ploy
to get us to watch
his fucking presentation.
Ah... All right.
Then maybe it is.
But aren't you at least
a little curious?
Look, if you want
this fucking guy gone,
then we'll just give him
his 15 minutes,
let him do his little thing,
and then he'll be... leaving.
Really? Well, if that's
the way you feel,
then I have a vacuum cleaner,
an engraved Bible,
and a timeshare you
might be interested in.
John: Fuck you! I am doing this
for you and your damn kid!
Rose: Don't you dare
bring him into this.
John: You think lying about it
is gonna help anything?
What Benjamin needs
is not waking up
in the goddamn station wagon!
Rose: Yeah? Whose fault is that?
John: Can we not play
the blame game here, all right?
[door creaks]
John: Look, baby, I'm just
asking you for this one thing.
Rose: Well, I'm not putting on
a fucking dress.
John: Look, if we're gonna pitch
the hell out of this thing,
I'm gonna need 110% from you.
Rose: You can keep my 110%.
John: Just get
in the goddamn bathroom!
John! Uh! John!
John, open this fucking door!
Let me out!
Uh! Uh...
[gasps]
[soft knock]
Oh, hey, guys. I thought
I saw you in there.
We're just getting
all set up out here.
Be ready in a second.
Sure I can't offer you two
any refreshments
before we get started?
Beer, wine, whiskey?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's go have a whiskey, man.
I would love one.
A whiskey it is.
Hey, let me ask you something.
Any chance any of these
overheads can be on a dimmer?
Now I want you two
to take a journey together...
a journey into the future...
one year from now...
[blows]
to your one-year anniversary.
It's a very special night.
And to make that night
really extra-special,
what are you two gonna need?
Sensational reservations
at a five-star restaurant!
Now, naturally, the food
is going to be sensational.
For the lady,
we offer the figure-friendly
fillet of sole oreganata.
And for the gentlemen,
the queen's cut prime rib
cooked only one way,
medium rare.
Bon appetit.
Now, do you think that juicy
hunk of USDA Prime is enough
to ensure you two are gonna have
a splendid evening?
No. Not on your life.
Everything has to
work together--
the candlelight, the music,
the food, the wine,
all coming together
in perfect harmony
to put you two in the mood.
"For what?" you might ask.
That's the reason
we're all here.
Pom pa-pa pa
"The Conversation."
Now... some people would argue
that you come to a restaurant
for the food;
others for what comes after,
a little bingo-bongo
up the Congo.
[knocks softly on table]
But I maintain...
that the real reason
is for the conversation.
And what is it that pulls us
out of that conversation?
Huh?
Um... the waiter?
Yes! Exactly.
Absolutely correct.
Sometimes, we get in the way.
We get in the way
of that conversation.
And once I figured
that out, Lisa,
I knew I had to do something,
I knew I had to find
the solution.
Are you finished with your meal?
Leah: Uh... yes. Yes.
It was delicious.
How was yours, Shane?
Was the steak juicy?
Hmm?
Yeah. It was good.
John: Perfect.
[clears throat]
[footsteps]
So, now you've wined,
and you've dined,
and thanks to your pal, John,
you've had your anniversary
cake, too.
But is that enough to ensure
you two are gonna have
an unforgettable evening?
No, not by the length
of a White Owl cigar.
Ha ha!
There is still so much
left to talk about,
so much celebration to be had.
Who knows?
Maybe a certain someone
has big news--
another member
of the family coming along.
But what is getting in the way
of that celebration, hmm?
What is putting the kibosh
on the chitcha?
Crumbs!
Now, I don't know about you,
but if there's one thing that
ruins a conversation for me,
it's a mess.
And on the table between you two
is exactly that.
So, what do you do?
Let's all just...
let's close our eyes,
and let's just imagine what we--
Rose, the lights.
What are you doing?
Just give us a second.
Close our eyes and imagine...
He's got a gun.
What?
A gun.
John: Don't embarrass us again.
Ha ha ha. Sorry about that.
A little technical issue.
So, where were we?
Um... Oh, no. Right. Yes.
How to imagine
the perfect solution.
So, let's do that, shall we?
Shall we just close our eyes
and imagine
the perfect solution?
Okay, roll down those curtains.
No peeking. Ha.
[silverware rattling]
[blows]
[footsteps receding]
John: You stand.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may I present the Crumb Catcher?
It's a conversation piece.
You see--
[piano plays harshly]
There's no... there's no need
for that pesky waiter
to keep interrupting
your conversation.
You can just sweep
all those crumbs
up in there yourself. Ha ha ha!
So, who wants to try first?
Yeah, I'll try it.
That a boy, Shane-O. Go ahead.
Sweep all those crumbs
up in there.
Yeah. Ha ha ha.
Sweep them on up there.
Yeah. Yeah.
Go ahead.
Go ahead. Yeah.
That's it.
So?
It's... it's nice.
Don't hog it now.
Let Leah have at it, too.
Go ahead, Leah.
Give it a try.
Really get the full experience.
Go ahead, Shane. Give it to her.
That's it. Let her have it.
Go ahead. Give it to her, Shane.
Let her have
the full experience.
Go ahead. Just sweep them
on up in there.
That's a girl. Sweep them in.
So?
What do you think?
I mean, I think it's great.
It's really something.
Leah...
is it the design
you're having issues with
or... or is it
the functionality?
No, no, no. I mean...
No, I think it's great.
You're not just saying that?
You're being honest with me?
Because, I mean,
I can take criticism.
I take pride in that.
So, come on, Leah.
Give it to me straight.
I could really use the female
perspective on this thing.
Yo, John, give me
some more whiskey, man.
Certainly, Shane, but I think
it's important to get
to the bottom of the issue
Leah seems to be having.
Come on now, Leah.
Speak your piece.
Leah: Well, I guess I...
I guess I don't understand
why the customer
would want to sweep up
their own crumbs.
Hmm...
Right.
Right, right, right,
right, right, right.
Ha ha ha. You see... Lena,
that's kind of the whole point.
I mean, who else is gonna
clean it up, right?
I mean, you wouldn't
want that waiter
to keep interrupting you.
Remember, you're having
a wonderful--
John, can I speak
with you, please?
Let's try something different.
Let's have a conversation.
It's a conversation piece.
Shane...
let's start with you.
Speak with your wife.
Go ahead. Tell her--
Tell her what's on your mind,
anything at all.
The point is to communicate
with the woman you love.
Rose: John--
In a minute, Rose!
Go ahead.
Tell her what's in your heart.
Go ahead.
Um...
That's it.
Uh...
I, um...
Thank you so much
for bringing me
to this wonderful
restaurant, Shane.
This has been such
a special night.
I feel so happy right now.
Uh-huh.
[sighs heavily]
Shane: I, um...
I'm... I'm... I'm happy, too.
And you're welcome.
Rose: Why don't we give them
a minute alone
and let them finish
their conversation?
John.
Leah, sure we can't
offer you anything else?
A splash of Chardonnay perhaps?
No. I'm fine.
Okay. Well, you just let us know
if you change your mind.
[John chuckles]
John: Would it kill you
to support me?
Rose: I do support you.
John: Well, you've got
a funny way of showing it.
Rose: Well, you look
like an idiot.
John: What are you
talking about?
It's going great in there.
Rose: Are you out of your mind?
Clearly it's not going great.
Rose, would you just stop?
See, this is your problem.
You only focus on the negative.
On a scale from one to ten,
how interested are you
in financing our project?
Ten means your interested.
One means you're not.
It's a scale.
John: What Rosie means to say
is that we would love
to show you our business plan.
The first point of attack
is to create demand,
and to do that,
we're gonna install these babies
in all the high-end restaurants,
you know, real five-star
establishments.
Yeah, and I'm thinking
we're gonna need
about $50,000 to get started.
I know that number Rosie just
spit out may sound like a lot,
and it is, but, you know,
you need to understand
a thing or two about
the manufacturing business.
Rose: And just
to be clear, we're working
on a really tight deadline
here, right, John?
No, this is true.
You see, the manufacturing
business,
or the company we plan to use
is very high-end
and very much in demand.
So, they're gonna need our order
in by the end of next week
in order to secure
our spot for the fall.
Yeah, great.
So, then, why don't you
just let us look over all this,
and then we're gonna
get right back to you.
All right?
John: Oh, fantastic.
The number on the back
will put you in touch
with my secretary.
And just to keep things moving
along, we'll take a check.
Whoa, Rosie. What's the hurry?
Come on. What,
is tomorrow a holiday?
Speaking of tomorrow,
it's getting late.
So, we should probably
wrap this up.
But Shane and I are
both really excited
about the opportunity.
And so are we, Elaine.
Just over the moon
with excitement.
Rose: Do I look stupid to you?
Excuse me?
Did I stutter?
My apology.
Don't mind Rosie here.
She just came off a really
long, hard shaft-- shift.
Shift. Ha ha.
Yeah, and I'm thinking
that I should tell her about it.
John: No, no, Rose.
Why bore them with the details?
We'll just be on our way.
All right?
Help me out with this,
and we'll be out that door.
Just get all these materials
packed up, shall we?
[door slams]
That guy just brought a gun
into our house
and threatened us!
Leah, people carry guns
all the time.
It's not that big of a deal.
Not that big of a deal?
Why are you excusing
everything that they do?
I don't know.
Maybe because he's,
like, on the spectrum,
like you said before,
and he just doesn't know
what the fuck he's doing.
No, he knows exactly
what he's doing.
Jesus Christ,
why aren't they leaving?
Shane: They're probably
just warming up the car.
Not everybody needs
to warm up the car, Shane.
Hey, can we just relax, please?
There's no point
in being angry, okay?
They're gone.
Except for the fact
that they're not gone
because they're still
in the fucking driveway.
If they're not gone
in 30 seconds,
I'm calling the police.
Where are you going?
Don't leave me here.
I'll be right back.
[door slams]
[thunder rumbling]
[Leah sighs]
[whispering] "You need to leave
if this is gonna work."
"I will take care of you.
Just need more time."
Leah: Oh, thank God.
They're leaving.
[sighs]
[soundtrack music playing]
[door opens]
You want a drink?
How are you so easy
about all of this?
I'm not easy about any of it.
I'm just exhausted.
Shane, that guy, he thinks
we're gonna bankroll
his whole ridiculous...
whatever the fuck
this thing was.
Did you look at this shit?
"The death of the middle class
"is a disgrace
to this great nation,
"a nation of
working-class heroes.
"We will bring
the fight to the table.
Pick up the brush and take
matters into your own hands."
Shane, he's insane.
We have to call the police.
Look, Leah...
it's been a really long night.
All right? Can we just give
this shit a rest for now,
and we'll talk about it
tomorrow morning?
Shane, they could come
back here at any second!
If you don't call
the police right now,
then I will.
What are you doing?
Looking up the number
for the county sheriff's office.
Baby.
Baby, come here. Come here.
Baby, come on.
Can you stop?
What?
Why are you downplaying
all of this?
I'm not downplaying shit.
I just don't know what you
expect to happen right now.
Like, what? You gonna
call Sheriff Bill Bob
and tell him that some weirdo
with a sweeping machine came
and brought us our wedding cake
and a nice bottle of whiskey?
Come on.
Look, I know this is
all my fault, all right?
And I should never have let
those people inside the house.
And I'm sorry.
What am I supposed
to do with that?
I don't know.
I'm just saying that I'm sorry.
[cell phone thuds loudly]
[sighs]
[thunder rumbling]
[brushing sounds]
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Then can you stop?
[sighs]
So, um, what do you
want to do tomorrow?
[laughs softly]
I am so sick of this shit.
When do I get a choice
in any of this?
[toothbrush rattling
and water running]
Mmm. Actually...
[spits]
No, I do have a choice.
I can either choose
to get angry,
or I can choose to not care.
But at the end of the day,
I'm still cleaning up
your fucking mess.
That's not true.
No? You ever thank
my mother for the wedding?
Exactly.
I'll text them tomorrow.
Huh.
How do you think
it makes me feel
to have to clean up for you
in every aspect of our lives?
It's so exhausting.
Look, Leah...
I'm gonna thank your parents
for the wedding, all right?
I'm gonna give them a call
first thing tomorrow morning.
Wow. A phone call.
That's really big of you, Shane.
What do you want from me?
I want you to give a shit
about anything, Shane!
We've been working
on this book for five years,
and suddenly, just
without a second thought...
All right! All right!
Enough about the fucking book!
No, no, no, Shane.
I want to talk about this.
Why? It has nothing
to do with you.
Nothing to do--
What are you talking
about, Shane?
Shane, we're married!
We're fucking partners!
That book has just
as much to do with me
as it does with you.
Are you fucking kidding me?
What part of that book
has anything to do with you?
Do you have any idea
how this would make me
look at work, Shane?
I would look like
a complete fucking idiot.
I fought for you since day one,
and now, like, we're having
the littlest bit of success,
and you're just gonna pull out?
Right, because
all they care about
is success and the interview
and the fucking write-up
and just all that bullshit.
Yes, because that is
literally my fucking job,
and I happen to be
very good at it, Shane.
So, if you don't mind,
why don't you
get the fuck out of my way?
All right, I'll fucking get out.
[bottle rattles]
[sighs]
[car door closes]
Leah: Can we please finish
talking about this?
Can you get out, please?
Shane, I'm not
just gonna sit here
and watch you destroy
everything that we've built.
I don't want
any of it, all right?
It's all bullshit.
It's all fake.
What is? What are you
talking about?
Just everything, everyone.
You think anybody in
your little fucking book club
actually gives a fuck about me?
Yes, Shane, of course they do.
Everybody loves the book.
Would you stop saying that?
They don't love the book.
They love looking down
on my father
like he's some fucking specimen.
Stop being so paranoid, Shane.
Nobody feels that way, okay?
Then why didn't you
invite him to the wedding?
[footsteps approaching]
Shane--
What do you want?
You want me to write you
another fucking book
or something,
or could I go get drunk now?
Go away, Leah! Get the fuck out!
Okay.
[footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
Hey. How's it going in there?
Great.
Good. Good.
So, then, uh...
you two enjoyed it?
The presentation, I mean.
Yeah.
Of course you did. You know,
it really is an incredible
opportunity.
An idea like this doesn't
come around very often.
I can assure you of that.
So, listen, pal,
there's been a little bit...
We're gonna cut you
in on this thing.
I promise you that.
But there's been a little bit
of a change in direction,
a little change in plan.
You see, after
speaking with Rosie,
she feels that we might need
some form of, um...
collateral first,
you know, just to
establish some trust
before we all become
official business partners.
Um, that all sounds
really great, all right,
but right now is not
a good time for all this.
Well, the thing is
we're gonna need
a little something
tonight, some cash.
All right. Well, I don't have
anything to give you.
Oh, come on, Shane.
Be reasonable.
I mean, a star like you,
a house like this,
you've got to have
something lying around.
This is not my fucking house!
I don't know who you think I am,
but I'm not rich, okay?
Well... Wait. Um...
This is not your house?
No, it's not.
Irregardless, we are gonna need
something tonight, you know,
or she's gonna hit "send,"
and I don't want it
to have to come to that.
I mean, this woman is crazy.
You know what they're like.
Yeah. Look, John, um...
if you want this to work, right,
between you and me, man to man--
Sure.
Then you're gonna
have to give me
a little bit more time, all
right, because I can't just--
Shane, Shane, Shane,
say no more.
I completely understand
where you're coming from.
[Exhales] All right. Thank you.
Okay. It's not
a problem whatsoever.
So, I'll give you,
like, say, 10 minutes.
Meet me down at the end
of the driveway.
We are gonna
make this right, pal.
[footsteps receding]
[door closes]
John: I see.
So, are we just supposed to rush
in there with our horns out?
Rose: Clearly, going in
with all smiles isn't working.
You'd better man the fuck up,
or I will!
Rose, I have conveyed
the message--
What the fuck is that?
Oh, my God. Shane...
very, very good thinking.
Babe, this is
an original painting
from the abstract
imperialist era.
What are we running,
a fucking art gallery?
Would you just--
Shane, why don't you
tell her about the piece?
Go ahead.
Um...
Well, it... it's, um...
it's a painting,
uh... by, um...
Santiago Sabasalen.
Yeah, he's this famous
Peruvian painter.
You guys must have heard of him.
No.
Well, no, the name
does sound a bit familiar.
No, it doesn't.
Well, I mean, everybody
is talking about him.
He's, um... He's, uh...
He's very trendy.
Actually, Leah and I,
we were introduced to him
because of her boss,
the lady that owns the house.
She was doing business
in... in South America
at this gala.
Oh, wow. Gala. Very impressive.
Yeah. No, it is, man.
I mean, you should have seen
the hotel we were staying at.
Everything was comped.
Yeah. Oh, dude, there was
palm trees and parrots,
and it was paradise, man.
It was so nice.
But look, look.
That's not important, all right?
What is important is that
this painting right here
is worth a lot of bread.
You're sitting on 10
to 15K easy.
Oh, my god, Shane.
I just got
the most amazing idea.
Why don't we tag in
Leah's aunt... or boss?
A hotshot like that
would love the Crumb Catcher.
What did you say
her name was again?
No. No!
Oh, come on, Shane.
Be a team player.
Invite her to the next
business meeting.
Business meeting?
No, no. Look, look.
This is it. All right?
This is all that you're getting.
Just... just take
the fucking thing!
Oh, wait. Whoa. Shane, Shane.
I mean, it's a pretty
painting and all,
but, I mean, this
can't be everything.
I mean, we've got a lot
of work ahead of us.
Okay, fine, fine.
You don't want this shit,
then fine. Just...
Shane, Shane-O,
I think maybe
we're not communicating.
We love the painting, okay?
But this would just be
to establish some form of trust
before we all focus
our attention
on the Crumb Catcher
and become official
business partners.
Are you out
of your fucking mind?
We're not business partners!
You are extorting me.
And you know what, man?
Nobody wants that piece of shit
fucking Crumb Catcher
in the first place.
Believe me when I say this--
the only reason why anybody
would ever give you
a second thought
is because your wife blew them.
Okay? So, why don't you
pack up your shit,
go grab your bitch,
and you get the fuck
out of here!
[groans]
[thudding]
Huh?
[thudding]
Hey.
Hey.
If you don't want
to publish the book...
that's fine with me.
Okay?
[slurping sounds]
[Shane groaning]
It was a mistake.
I'm sorry.
Ha.
Understatement
of the fucking year.
[exhales deeply]
I can't believe I m--
[door opens]
I'm gonna need $10,000,
or this video spreads
through your wedding party
like a fucking virus.
So, we're gonna take care
of this right now.
There's a bank down the road
that opens at 9:00.
No.
Excuse me?
No, we're not
giving you any money.
Are you fucking with me?
Leah: No.
Your Uncle Leo invited us
to the Facebook page.
Ha.
Last chance.
Don't you realize that what
you're engaged in right now
is blackmail, which is a felony,
like, a multi-year sentence,
orange jumpsuits?
Get the picture?
$5,000.
$5,000? I thought it was 10.
5,000! That's it!
$5,000, and that's it?
No more visits from the bozo?
No, this is it.
Okay. Are you gonna
agree to that?
Hmm? Hello.
I want to hear you say it.
John?
All right! I'll agree to it!
Only I am taking
the painting, too.
Leah: The painting?
John: The Santiago Sabasalen.
The what?
Come on.
Just give us some money.
-Go get the envelope.
-Wait a second.
We're talking about
the painting here.
What's going on with
the painting, Rose? Come on!
Okay, we're giving you
1,200 in cash tonight.
I'll give you the rest tomorrow.
But you're gonna delete
that video right now,
and you're not getting
any fucking paintings.
I want the painting!
Hey, come on.
Just give us the money.
What is the matter with you?
The red envelope
from my parents.
I gave it to you last night.
It's in your jacket.
It's gone.
What?
When I woke up, it was empty.
Oh, I see. Ha ha.
You wouldn't happen to know
anything about this, would you?
No.
What is she talking about?
What envelope? Red envelope?
A few more details--
Shut the fuck up!
[slam]
Leah: You've been paid.
Wait a minute.
Hold on here a second.
What are you talking
about, a ring? Oh, boy!
Aah!
That little bitch.
Give me that fucking phone.
Ow! My fucking nail!
Hey, Miss Princess! Elaine!
Look what I got here.
Something the whole family
can enjoy.
Goddamn it, Rosie,
what's the password?
[spraying]
Goddamn it!
Aah! Aah! Get off me!
God! Fucking bitch!
Aah! Goddamn it!
Get off me!
[loud thud]
Shane: Fuck.
[Shane breathing heavily]
Leah.
Rose: Fuck, John.
What did you do to her?
Hey, baby. Hey, get up.
Rose: What the fuck
did you do to her?
You fucking hurt her!
Fucking asshole!
Leah: Get off me.
Shane: Let me help you.
Here. I got you. Let me see.
I'm gonna get us some help.
No, no, no!
No one's calling anyone!
[groaning softly]
[Rose speaking indistinctly]
Aah!
Shane: Aah! Fuck!
Rose: John! John!
Leah, baby, come on.
I'm gonna get you up, okay?
Okay, baby. I got you.
Get off of me. Uh!
I'm gonna get you
some help, baby.
You did this to me!
Leah, I'm sorry.
Leah... I'm sorry.
[groaning]
[John and Rosie
arguing indistinctly]
My eyes are burning,
you fucking bitch!
John! John!
All right! All right! I got it!
Hey, call an ambulance!
Rose: No, no, no!
No one's calling anyone!
[indistinct]
Shane: Can we just relax
for a second?
She started it.
God, my fucking eyes!
[Rose shouting indistinctly]
John: Calm down, Rose!
We're not going anywhere!
I said sit the fuck down,
little lady!
Hey, hey, hey! Yo!
Put that shit away!
Fucking relax!
Just sit her down
and keep her talking.
Shane: All right.
That's a good idea.
Yeah, I know it is
because I said it.
Hey. Hey.
Rose: You fucking idiot!
Put the gun away.
Look what you did.
What I did? What I did?
What about what you did? Huh?
How much was in
that goddamn envelope?
How are you feeling?
[John and Rose
arguing indistinctly]
We need to get out of here.
John: How much is it?
You still getting 500
for the whole enchilada?
A lot more than you can afford.
Yeah, I wouldn't
pay you two nickels,
you fucking dried-up lizard!
Yeah, pick it up, bitch!
Go ahead!
You could have had--
We could have been--
But, no, you had to
go now! Fuck you!
You fucking dumb bitch!
This is on you!
This is all on you! Not me! You!
And I'm not letting you
pull me down anymore!
John, she's gonna die
if we don't do something.
John: Oh, darling...
Look. Hey. You two need to get
the fuck out of here
right now, before you--
Before what?
Before you make a mistake
that you can't come back from!
Oh, and what exactly happens
when the cops show up?
There's not gonna be any cops.
Oh, there's gonna be
cops, all right,
and they're gonna want to know
what happened
and how it happened.
Then I'll tell them that...
I'll tell them that Leah and I
got into a really bad
argument about the wedding,
and then she stormed
out of the house,
and she tripped,
and she hit her head,
and it was just
an accident, all right?
And I took her to the hospital,
and then we'll just press delete
on the whole fucking night.
Ha! "Press delete
on the whole night?"
What is that, a writer thing?
So, if we leave right now,
you'll forget about this?
Yes.
Hold on. Wait a second here now.
You've been Mr. Negative
about this guy the whole night.
Now, all of a sudden,
you want to trust him?
Rose: What other options
do we have?
John: We have other options.
Rose: And none of them are good.
So, let's just leave right now
and they'll listen
to his side of the story.
Oh, his side of the story?
And trust this little
cockroach not to bury us?
Not to mention
Miss Bossy Pants over here.
You heard her.
She wants to throw us in jail
and lock away the kingdom!
Stop talking, you fucking idiot.
Oh, I'm the idiot?
Back the fuck up, man!
Rose: We have the video.
That's what they want, right?
And we have it. That's it.
And then there's...
there's a secret!
Are you finished?
No, no, no, no, no.
Uh-uh. No way.
See, I know what's
going on here, right?
I am making the plan
from this point forward,
and I'm not listening
to princess or the toad or you.
I am the guy calling the shots,
and there's not gonna be
any secret envelopes.
There's not gonna be
any cell-phone videos.
There's not gonna be
any you sucking his dick!
[Leah screams]
You hear me, huh?
You got that, lover boy?
I've got a plan
that you don't even know
anything about, okay?
So, now this is the way
the story goes.
So, you see, these two lovebirds
were celebrating,
only Shane-O here was
celebrating just a bit too much.
Stop! No!
Good boy. You see,
Shane here has a problem.
I'll tell you that,
and everybody at the wedding
will tell you that, too.
And Leah... Leah begged him
to stop,
or she said she'd leave him.
But, you see,
Shane here couldn't stop
because he's a drunk,
just like his old man.
[Shane choking]
Enough of this shit!
[Shane gagging and coughing]
What's the matter, baby, huh?
What's the matter?Isn't this
what you always wanted,
a big, tough guy?
Well, here I am, lover!
Do you like that, huh?
You like what you see?
Huh?
Give me that fucking bottle!
Oh. Ha ha ha.
So, if I take that shit
to the head right now,
I can drive her to the hospital,
and that's the deal?
Oh, wow.
That's a great idea, Shane.
Wish I had thought of it myself.
Fuck it.
John: Come on, now.
There you go.
[gulping]
A little... a little bit more,
just a skosh.
[gulping]
Mmm. Mmm.
John: That a boy.
Isn't that wonderful?
You see what we can do
when we all just work together?
[car engine starting]
Now, the closest hospital
is gonna be in Kingston.
All right? So, you're gonna
follow this to 32,
and then just take
the signs from there.
All right, buddy? Travel safely.
[loud thumping]
Shane: Why are you
looking at me like that?
I'm not looking
at you like anything.
Oh, yeah? Then what's that?
I'm sorry to tell you, baby,
but I'm an unlovable man.
You don't know that?
No.
I'm unable to accept love.
That's so interesting.
So, it's, like,
a condition, then?
You might say that.
Why don't you just
go to the doctor?
They might just give you
a pill to fix that right up.
[kiss]
[dramatic soundtrack
music playing]
[tires screeching]
[thunder rumbling]
Look, we've just...
got to get to Kingston.
[tires screeching]
Leah! Hey! Leah, wake up!
Sit up, baby! Sit up! Come on!
[muttering]
[burps loudly]
Ugh.
Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!
Oh!
You just have to
concentrate, baby, okay?
You just have to concentrate.
It'll be okay.
[thunder rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
Wait. What the fuck
are you doing?
[engine revving]
[crash]
Uh! Fuck! Oh, shit!
[tires screeching]
Oh, shit!
[horn honking]
What? Are you fucking insane?
[horn honking
and tires screeching]
Oh, shit!
[tires screeching]
[horn honking]
Jesus fucking Christ!
You okay, baby? Don't worry.
I'm gonna get us out of this.
[crash]
[gasping]
You want to go fucking fast?
Let's go fast, motherfucker!
[engine revving]
Slow down! Slow down! Stop!
Ah!
Oh. Oh. Okay.
Okay.
Okay. All right.
Oh, shit.
Uh. Okay.
Yeah.
Hold on!
Leah, hold on! Hold on!
[tires screech]
[vehicle approaching]
All right. This is good.
It's good.
Okay. It's good. Okay.
All right. All right.
[engine cranking]
Ah! Fuck.
[engine cranking]
[engine starts]
Okay. All right.
This road's got to lead
somewhere, babe, all right?
You okay?
Hey, stay with me. You okay?
Yeah.
Super cold.
Let me put on the heat for you.
[muttering]
Look. There's an opening ahead.
That's good. That's good.
Yeah.
[engine sputters]
[radio playing music
intermittently]
No, no, no! Okay. Come on, car.
[radio playing music
intermittently]
Come on! Come on!
[engine stops]
Fuck! Fuck!
[Leah shivering]
Hold on, baby. Hold on.
Just hold on. It's gonna
be okay, all right?
[engine cranking]
[banging]
Fuck!
All right. Hold on, baby.
Hold on. Hold on.
Come here. Come here. Come here.
[engine cranking]
Fuck.
[engine cranking]
God. Uh! Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[engine cranking]
Go, you fuck! Fuck! Work!
Fuck. All right.
[engine cranking]
Fuck!
[rattling]
All right. All right.
Okay. Leah? Hey. Hey, hey.
Hey. Look. Look.
Look, we're just gonna
give it a minute, okay?
We're gonna let it rest,
and then...
and then we'll... we'll be fine.
And... we'll walk
if we have to, Leah.
Leah? Yeah? We can walk...
walk if we have to.
Oh, my god.
Please, please, please.
Please give me it.
[sniffles]
Please, I just need this.
I need this one.
Please. I just need this one.
[sniffles]
[breathing heavily]
[vehicle approaching]
Oh, fuck. Hold on, Leah.
Hold on. Hold on.
There's somebody there.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Get an ambulance, please,
for my wife!
She's hurt!
Help!
Man: Hey, sir,
are you all right?
Can I help you?
What happened here? Oh, wow.
Wow. Look at that.
What is that? An old Cutlass?
What is she, like a '77, '78?
Now, I'll tell you,
it's not my favorite.
This era, I mean.
Now, see, they
used to do it right
in the fif-- Oh, my god!
[moaning]
Are you all right, ma'am?
Are you all right in there?
Ma'am, are you all right?
Get in. Get in. Fucking asshole.
[indistinct]
You see how this guy
is acting, Rosie?
He's acting like
a complete fucking lunatic.
Come here. Come on.
You want to play? Come on!
Come here, pretty boy.
Come on. Here we go.
Here we go. Come on. Come on.
[screwdriver rattles]
I mean, this guy
is dangerous, Rose.
You should see what he did
to his poor wife.
She's all busted up in there.
I tried to help her, and then
he started coming at me
like a complete whackadoo.
I mean, you saw that,
Rose, right?
I mean, these freaking people.
They're all the fucking same.
Their whole fucking macho act!
Their swinging fucking hips'
and the fucking tattoos!
Where you going, huh?
Hey, where you going?
Where you going, huh?
Where you going, tough guy?
Stop it, John!
No, no. This boy
has this coming to him.
John!
That's right, pretty boy.
Bingo, bongo, up the Congo.
Ha ha! You think that's funny?
Huh? You think
that's funny, kid?
Look who's laughing now.
You gonna give me
a nice tip, sir?
Will you be wanting
anything else?
Are you ready for your cake?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I am not taking it anymore.
I am taking a fucking stand,
and I am well within my rights.
So, we're gonna put
a stop to this
right here, right now!
Stay right there, okay?
I've had it with this shit!
Rose. Rose, take it easy, okay?
I mean, just put it down, okay?
Rose, come on.
Come on now, Rose!
Don't do that!
Don't be stupid, all right?
I'm warning you.
That thing is worth more
than your fucking life!
No!
[two gunshots]
[choking sounds]
Rose: Aah! Ah!
Aah. Ah...
Ha. Ha...
[sobbing]
You've got to help.
I'm... I'm sorry.
I am sorry.
Help.
Help, please.
Yeah. I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know. I mean, I...
I was never here.
Okay? You got that?
You got that?
You got that? You got that?
You got that? Okay?
I was never here.
[key alarm beeping]
[beeping stops]
[breathing deeply]
Man's voice: 911.
What's the emergency, please?
[Shane groaning]
[door closes]
What happened?
They're gone.
What happened?
Look.
It's nothing to be
worried about.
I'm worried about
you, all right?
[crying softly]
I'm so sorry.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, it's--
I'm sorry.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
Stop. Stop.
Hey.
[crying]
Just be with me
here right now, okay?
[crying]
You know what I was thinking?
[thunder rumbling]
What?
I think we need
to get a new car.
[laughs softly]
I want a Volvo.
[sniffles]
Something safe.
Never gonna happen.
Yeah, I know.
I know.
[thunder rumbling]
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