Going Places (2025) Movie Script

1
(SOULFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
JADEN: Yeah,
it's honestly such a relief
to get to
the residential college I want.
CORA: I got my last choice.
JADEN : Yo, I'm on
the subreddit, like,
all the time
trying to see if I'll like it.
CORA: I don't even care
what dorm I'm in,
I'm just excited
to get the fuck out of here.
JADEN: I don't even know
how I'm gonna live
without air conditioning.
But that's like a small
price to pay, I guess.
CORA: A modern day martyr.
Seriously. What school
can't afford air conditioning?
Dude, it's old, man.
It's founded in...
Okay, I didn't ask for this.
And I didn't ask for
a detailed investigation
of the trivialities
of ancient dorm rooms,
but fucking, here we are.
At residential colleges, Otis.
You know, once you
decide on the place,
you'll be the same.
Hey, school literally
starts in two weeks.
Have you heard
about the wait list?
This whole process
is so fucked.
-Trust me, I know.
-You got into Cornell.
Okay, but it's
not Northwestern.
Yeah, but, Cornell is an Ivy.
But Medill is the best.
Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Only Northwestern
can teach you
how to write
the perfect listicle.
Ten TikTokers to follow today
who have huge vines.
That's honestly
not a bad idea.
Okay, journalism
is more than listicles.
OTIS: That's breaking news
to me.
So, uh, what are you gonna
do if you fail in mid-century?
Ah! Cora!
I still have a good feeling
about it.
I don't really have a plan.
But I'll probably just
go to community college
or something.
You know I have
my heart set on that.
Otis, that's so stupid.
You have to have a plan.
I mean, you got in some
really good schools.
Yeah, sure.
Is college really the only thing
we're capable of talking about?
I really thought we were
more interesting than that.
Okay, well,
New Haven is interesting.
OTIS: Oh, my fucking Lord.
New Haven.
JADEN: The best school
I've ever seen
in my entire life.
New Haven.
New Haven, baby!
-Ooh!
-JADEN: What?
The itinerary has
come out to play.
Okay, you guys laugh now,
but when we wake up
tomorrow morning
with 10
breakfast burrito options in
the middle of the desert,
you'll be begging for more.
Begging for more?
From your itinerary?
You really do like to flirt
with me, don't you?
There's no pressure.
-Hey, you never
flirt with me.
-You're straight.
Jeez, I dare you to say that
with less derision.
Well, I mean,
you're just as straight.
Well, at least I'm not
a straight white male.
That's got to be the most
unequivocally boring demo.
OTIS: Did you just categorize me
as a demo?
Look, straight is straight.
All right?
Well, I kissed Millie
at the after prom, remember?
Man, we all remember.
That doesn't really count.
Okay. Why do you get
to decide on what counts?
-Because...
-You just get to label me?
Okay. As the only person
in the car who hasn't
kissed someone
-of the same sex...
-Or the opposite,
for that matter.
It hasn't been
for lack of opportunity.
-Oh, fuck off.
-Uh-huh.
-Damn, this is a tome.
-All right, relax.
I feel like that's
giving him more credit
than what it's worth.
I mean...
I mean, A Little Life
is a tome, or War and Peace.
This is a separate Yellow Pages.
I mean, the amount
of fucking paper.
Otis?
-OTIS: What's up?
-Otis, are you
fucking smoking, dude?
-You can't fucking
smoke that in here.
-OTIS: Hey, hey.
-My dad's gonna kill me.
-I thought this was your car.
Dude, that's different, man.
Dude, you're literally gonna be
on the other side
of the country next week.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Finally, some fucking
common sense. Jesus.
-Come on. Really? Cora!
-(GIGGLES)
-(LAUGHS) Sorry.
-Cora, come on.
Yo. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up, guys.
This says you have
an itinerary to masturbate.
Okay. No, I don't.
-Says otherwise here.
"Chop morning wood, 9:00 a.m."
-Shut up!
-I do not have
a masturbation itinerary, Otis!
-(CORA LAUGHS)
Yeah, you do.
CORA: Ew!
It's fucking heavy.
OTIS: It's probably
costing us extra gas.
CORA:
It's a lot of jacking off.
JADEN:
Oh, my God.
(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHING)
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL EXCLAIMING INDISTINCTLY)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Um...
Guys, I think...
I think we're lost.
Guys... Here...
Can someone check
the nav for me, please?
The nav? The nav?
Somebody? Anybody? Thank you.
Okay. Um...
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS ON PHONE)
No, I need a navigator,
not a DJ.
SATNAV VOICE:
In 500 feet, turn left.
Just follow the directions.
That's what I'm trying to do.
-Turn left...
-Yo, just relax.
Okay, I do not need
to relax like that, Otis.
I'll be fine once I know
where I'm going.
Okay, we know
where we're going.
-We fucking don't.
-Turn left.
Dude, just look at
your itinerary.
Dude, the itinerary doesn't
tell me how the fuck
to get there, Otis.
Oh, so you're just saying
that it'll be easier if
we're all in your phone.
Just admit it,
I'll give it back.
Fuck you, Otis. Cora, can you
just please grab my phone?
I'm not defending
your itinerary.
-Turn right.
-(OTIS HOWLING)
-Otis...
-Make a U-turn.
Ow! Okay, okay. All right.
-Make a U-turn.
-Give me my phone.
-Make a U-turn.
-CORA: Look out!
-(CAR HITS OBJECT)
-(BRAKES SCREECH)
-Make a U-turn.
-What the fuck was that?
What the fuck?
Maybe it was
a pole or something?
Poles don't walk out
in the middle of the road.
I'm sorry for trying
to be an optimist.
Hello, Jaden. Where'd you go?
-This is all your fault.
-My fault? I wasn't driving.
Exactly. Someone could
have been looking at my phone.
Oh, come on. You always know
where you're going.
-(HORN BEEPS)
-Fuck, man. Fuck!
Okay, we don't even know
what you hit yet.
No. Hell, no.
Hell, no. We hit it.
I didn't do anything.
We all did it.
You guys, it was probably
just a deer.
Oh, fuck.
You think it was a deer?
Oh, my God, I hope not.
I fucking hope not. I like deer.
I'm not a hunter.
I've never even
like entertained the idea
about hunting,
or anything like that.
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
I don't think I'll be
the same after this.
-Are you done?
-Yeah. Maybe.
I don't fucking know.
Okay, we don't even know
if it's dead yet.
Okay? Come on.
OTIS: Let's go check.
Oh, shit.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
-Fuck!
-Oh!
(GASPING)
OTIS: Fuck...
Oh, fuck. I take it all back.
I wish it was a fucking deer.
I take it all back.
CORA: Is she...
Oh, fuck.
(JADEN GAGS)
(JADEN RETCHING)
(COUGHING)
JADEN: I am so fucking screwed.
God, I'm going to fucking jail.
I'm going to fucking jail.
It's now the wrong time
for a gay prison joke?
-What the fuck do you think?
-Maybe she's alive?
Fucking look at her.
CORA: We have to
call the police.
Smelling like some
fucking Snoop Dogg,
Martha Stewart,
fucking cannabis air diffuser
or some shit? Like...
You didn't smoke anything.
Do you think
they'll believe that?
OTIS: What the hell?
It must have
bounced off Jaden's car.
Oh, it's fucking heavy.
Ooh. Holy shit. Look.
CORA: Oh!
Dude, there's like
hundreds of thousands
of dollars in there.
No fucking way.
Who cares? Who cares?
I'm gonna be arrested.
I'm gonna be arrested and...
And Yale is going to
rescind my application.
Dude, you're a gay,
Black valedictorian,
and you're, like,
top javelin thrower
in California.
Yale's not gonna revoke
your admission.
Okay, Fox News,
pretty sure manslaughter
would do it.
Also, third top javelin thrower.
And I'm pretty sure
there's 49 other states
that we have to worry about.
Oh, my God, my dad's gonna
fucking kill me.
Listen, okay,
it's only manslaughter
if she dies.
We have to call
a fucking ambulance.
It doesn't matter, Cora.
I'm screwed either way.
Once they figure out
I was the one who was driving
when we hit her,
it'll be everywhere,
and they'll never
let me enroll.
What about the money?
Who fucking cares
about the money?
It's literally hundreds
of thousands of dollars.
CORA: Don't take my word
on that.
I don't... Oh, fuck!
JADEN: All right, let's just...
Let me take her
to the hospital.
We'll drop her off, and then...
And then,
we'll make a run for it.
No, I really don't think
that's gonna be a good idea.
That's stupid.
OTIS: Where the fuck did she
even come from?
All right. Okay, um...
Let's at least get her
in the car, then...
Here, help me.
Help me move her over.
Dude...
JADEN: Just...
Just roll her over.
CORA: So we're leaving
a crime scene.
Fucking saving her life.
-One, two, three.
-CORA: Got me in the head.
-JADEN: Sorry. All right.
-Come on.
JADEN: Maybe we'll just,
you know, put her
in the trunk.
No, I don't feel good
about that.
Just in case we get pulled over.
-No.
-Yes.
CORA: Oh, shit, the bags.
JADEN: Are you fucking
kidding me?
CORA: The bags! Fuck!
JADEN: God!
OTIS: All right, look,
we don't got time for this.
-Put her in the back.
-JADEN: Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
(JADEN STRAINING
AND GRUNTING)
Shit! (GRUNTS)
Okay. Here, get her legs.
Just get her legs.
Get her legs.
CORA: I'm trying.
OTIS: Come on,
just get her over.
JADE: Yeah, okay.
OTIS: I'll put the money in.
Come on.
JADEN: Damn it! What?
OTIS: Fuck.
JADEN: Christ, I'm trying...
OTIS: Dude,
she's fucking
leaning on me.
Oh, fuck!
JADEN: My car's all fucked up.
Dude...
JADEN: (PANTING) Okay...
-(CAR ENGINE STALLS)
-JADEN: Come on.
-Just start the fucking car.
Come on, let's go.
-JADEN: I'm trying, dude.
-CORA: Go!
-I'm trying to start it.
(CAR STALLING)
-Start the fucking car.
Come on, dude.
-JADEN: Don't fucking do this!
JADEN: Come on,
come on, come on!
-(CAR STARTS)
-Fucking go!
Let's get out of here. Fuck!
(CAR SCREECHING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
CORA: Hey, what are you doing?
I'm putting on her seatbelt.
Oh, I'm so glad we're now
so concerned with her safety.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-What the...
CORA: Who do you think that is?
Oh, my God.
They're calling her
extended car warranty...
-Who gives a fuck?
-Shit. Someone could be
tracking her.
Okay, nobody is tracking her.
How do you know?
What makes you so sure?
Okay, Otis.
What are you gonna do?
Do not answer that phone.
Hey, don't be an idiot, Otis!
OTIS: Do you guys have gloves?
Oh, yeah. Let me just check
my glove box surgery kit.
OTIS: Uh...
CORA: Whoa.
What are you doing?
-What's going on?
-CORA: Hey!
-Eyes on the road this time,
Jaden! God damn it!
-JADEN: You're right.
-There, all done.
-What?
Was that really necessary?
-I think so.
-Then why didn't you
just break it?
I'm not a criminal
mastermind here.
-Fuck!
-You're fucking stupid.
Fuck you!
Shoot me. Just shoot me now.
Okay, the hospital's
five minutes away.
We're still keeping
the money, though, right?
Okay, I don't think
that's a good idea.
Why not? We drop her off
and she won't know
what hit her, literally.
The minute she wakes up,
she's gonna be looking
for that money.
And I don't think we want
to give her, or the police
any more motivation
to find us.
Okay. Look, she is
obviously a criminal.
She probably won't even
tell anybody.
Oh, great. Now we have
a criminal after us?
I already feel so much better.
Uh, guys... She's not breathing.
-CORA: What?
-She's... She's not...
She's not fucking breathing.
I think she's dead.
Like really, really,
really dead.
Oh, God!
Fucking damn it, man!
Man, this is getting
fucking worse!
We're moving a dead body
from a crime scene.
It's pretty rock bottom.
Okay, look, we can't bring her
to a hospital.
They can't do anything for her.
She's fucking deceased.
Okay, we don't know that yet.
No, no, he's right.
He is right. Okay?
There are cameras.
We can't just chuck a body
out of the car and run.
Okay, I... I don't...
I don't think it's too late
to call the police.
What? And lose the money?
Dude, who cares about
the fucking money, Otis?
I'm not gonna be able
to go to Yale.
-And we'll probably go to
fucking jail.
-Calm down, Dr. Seuss.
Maybe they'll throw you
in a New Haven jail,
and you can still tell people
you're moving to New Haven.
Okay, this isn't
fucking funny, Otis.
You're an accessory,
too, you know.
All right. I think we should
just go to the Airbnb.
Oh, we just ignore it
and continue our trip?
It'll give us a place
and some time
to figure out what to do.
And by figure out,
you mean dispose of
a fucking body.
OTIS: I have not said that yet.
Oh, my God.
I should've just stayed at home
on fucking Reddit, man.
This whole thing was your idea.
Yeah, because I wanted
to spend one more weekend
with the two people that...
You know what?
Just fucking forget it.
Okay? Fucking forget it.
Unfortunately, I forgot
to pencil in the manslaughter.
That's literally
the definition of manslaughter.
You can't pencil it in.
OTIS: Are you sure
you didn't plan on killing
anybody tonight?
JADEN: The photos
looked pretty cool
during the day.
CORA: Wait, is someone home?
JADEN: No. There's no way.
They said the key
would be under the mat.
Hello? Oh...
SUE: Hallelujah.
This must be Jaden.
-Yeah.
-Well, well, well. Howdy.
-Hi. We just found it, you know.
-Oh.
Is everything okay?
Of course. Why...
Why wouldn't it be?
I was starting to think
you weren't gonna show.
Oh, no, we just
hit someone...
We hit some traffic.
Well, don't make no...
Never mind.
Oh, sorry for not
leaving the keys,
but I like to put
a face to a name.
Yeah, it makes sense.
Alrighty.
-Those your friends?
-JADEN: Yeah.
Yeah. Um...
That's Cora, and that is Otis.
Otis. All right, howdy.
Round them up.
It's tour time!
-Tour time?
-Mmm-hmm.
JADEN: Tour time. Tour time!
-Let's do a tour.
-(SUE LAUGHS)
Mi casa es su casa.
-And that's because
my name's Sue.
-(JADEN CHUCKLES)
-Watch your step there.
-Yeah, of course. Yeah.
SUE: Make way for ducklings.
Nobody here ever says that.
-We're covered in blood.
-Pretty sure
she can't even see.
CORA: That's not much of
an insurance policy.
Insurance?
Yeah, I got insurance.
Honey, this place is
probably worth more to me
as a claim than a rental.
(CORA CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
SUE: How old are you three?
JADEN: Uh, we're... We're 18.
Oh, to be 18!
You got your whole lives
ahead of you.
That's what
they keep telling us.
(SIGHS)
So, how long have you
owned this place?
Oh, about 30 years.
Been trying to
get rid of it for 29.
Uh-huh. Is that a puzzle?
Why, yes, it is.
It's a puzzle
and a photograph.
I took it myself out here
on the Great Frontier.
CORA: Oh.
JADEN: Uh-huh.
I slapped a filter on it.
Bam! That's art.
I didn't even know
you could do that.
-Oh, sure.
-Uh, I'd love to hear more.
Well, it's not really
that complicated.
You just got to first...
You gotta pick your
jigsaw configuration.
Hey, Otis and Jaden.
Do you mind go getting the bags
while I learn about
my new found passion?
Thank you.
Yeah, so...
Jigsaw configuration?
Shit, shit, shit!
Fuck! Now what the fuck
do we do?
Let's take the bags
out of the trunk
and put the body in there.
-Come on.
-Yes, yes, let's do that.
All right. Okay.
Shit, what the fuck?
This bag is heavier
than I thought.
What's in here
that's 25 pounds?
Well, fucking get it.
Come on, let's go.
You're fucking right.
SUE: See, that's...
I call that "Desert Song."
-CORA: Mm-hmm.
-'Cause the wind was blowing.
I was with somebody special.
Uh-huh?
You got somebody special?
I bet you do.
-No.
-I'm sure you do.
I don't know, maybe
one of them fellas.
-But it's none of my business.
-No, we're just friends.
-So then, it comes to you
all jumbled up, right?
-Mmm-hmm.
And then you get to
put it together.
Get it all together.
-You know?
-Yeah.
That's what it's
all about, right?
Yeah, that's just...
That's really something.
You probably don't care.
But then...
Do you have any other pieces?
I do.
You want to see 'em?
-I'd love to.
-All right.
(CHUCKLES)
Wait a minute.
Those boys. They said they're
getting their own luggage?
Yeah, well, they're big kids.
They can handle it.
Yeah, but I can't afford it.
I can't afford it. Sorry.
Sorry.
I gotta put a stop to this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, boys!
Think she's done with it?
Just...
OTIS: She's dead,
I know she's fuckin' dead.
Otis, be careful.
Grab this. Grab that.
Let me help you
with your luggage.
No, no, no. It's okay, Sue.
We got it. Thank you.
-Fuck!
-SUE: Five stars!
Get our bags when the lady goes.
SUE: All service counts.
JADEN: I'm fucked!
SUE: I need five stars.
JADEN: Oh, fuck!
SUE: What you got
in here, bricks?
CORA: In a word, yes.
-All right.
-JADEN: Thank you so much.
Y'all don't understand.
I need five stars or I'm fucked.
JADEN: You need five stars?
Five stars?
Look, we got it.
We got you. We have you.
Look, look. Five stars.
All right?
-Enter it.
-Enter.
Click it. Go ahead.
No, click it again.
There you go. Get it.
-All right.
-JADEN: Yeah?
Thank you, kid.
Oh. Well, I'll be
getting out of your hair.
All right.
-Have a good old time.
-JADEN: You, too, Sue.
It's a nice house,
and it's...
-Oh!
-JADEN: Oh, shit, I didn't...
Whoa!
-Oh...
-You good?
Yeah, it's my drop foot.
JADEN: Your drop foot.
OTIS: I hate when that happens.
-Well, it comes from
not being 18 anymore.
-OTIS: Yeah.
Well, it's real pretty out.
Yeah. You're gonna
enjoy that house.
-You're gonna enjoy being 18.
-JADEN: We're gonna love it.
Oh, boy!
-Oh!
-(CARA WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
Phew!
-(CAR STARTING)
-ALL: Bye, Sue.
Watch this.
(OTIS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
OTIS: Are you fucking me?
-(WHIRRING)
-You don't see that much
anymore.
-I love that sound.
-OTIS: Does it always do this?
Whoo-hoo!
JADEN: That's fly, Sue.
That's real fly.
-All right, you three, have fun.
-CORA: Bye, Sue.
-And stay out of trouble.
-JADEN: All right.
Sue! Okay.
What the fuck is
wrong with you guys?
(ALL ARGUING)
-OTIS: I'm getting it.
-(CORA GRUNTS)
Watch your step.
-Come on.
-CORA: Okay.
JADEN: Oh, my God.
I can't believe you haven't
grown out of that thing yet.
You used to love it.
You know it helps me think.
I'm pretty sure Aristotle
didn't use a skateboard.
That's just the dumbest thing
you ever said.
-That's not the dumbest...
-It's at least in the top three.
Okay, um...
Oh, shit!
Otis, what are you doing?
OTIS: I don't want
to lose my place.
-Are you kidding?
-JADEN: Whoa!
Do we really have time
to do that right now?
I think it'd be nice to know
what we're dealing with.
No, that's gonna make it
that much harder
to get rid of it.
-Get rid of it?
-BOTH: Yes!
JADEN: We don't know who she is.
We don't know where
this money came from.
And I can confidently say,
it's not worth it.
OTIS: That's just
a snap judgment.
-That's not a snap...
Don't judge my judgment.
-CORA: Please stop.
-You judge everything.
-JADEN: I don't judge...
-That's not true.
-CORA: Will you stop?
-Are you fucking... Stop it.
-CORA: Stop.
-Quit it!
-Come on, you guys!
Let's change
out of these clothes.
-Please stop.
-Fuck off!
Come on. Come on!
Come on, Otis.
Please.
Fucking children!
JADEN: Seven, four, four.
Three, two.
-Five, nine, six, five.
-Dude, that's not funny.
Sixty-four, seventy-five...
That's not funny.
Ow! Fuck! We get it.
You throw things
fast and far, bro.
So sick.
(SIGHS DEEPLY) Fuck.
CORA: Something's wrong
with Otis.
What do you mean?
I've never seen him
this passionate about anything.
I mean... I mean, I guess.
I don't think he's ever seen
this much money before.
I haven't seen this
much money before, either.
It's a lot of money.
CORA: I'm not talking literally.
Otis doesn't want that.
Trust me. I've known him
almost my whole life.
Aside from the fact
that cash will dry up,
this affects all of us.
He could cost us
our fucking lives.
Otis will never do that.
He may want the money,
but he doesn't need it.
CORA: I'm not saying
I don't want the money.
JADEN: Same here.
CORA: I'm just saying
we have to be careful.
JADEN: Be careful?
Well, you can stop saying it.
We've been best friends
since pre-K,
so I think I would know
if he was gonna
jeopardize us,
-or whatever you think
he's capable of doing.
-Okay.
JADEN: Thank you.
Uh, hey...
Hey, guys, come here.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
What's wrong?
Her name's Maya Fenton.
Oh, my God,
that just makes it
so much worse.
-Why?
-Because she has a name.
Of course she has a name!
Yeah, that's not much
of a plot twist.
Maya Fenton?
-That's weird.
-JADEN: What?
She's in recycling.
-Oh, fuck.
-CORA: What?
No one is just in recycling.
Come on, man.
What are you saying?
That she's...
She's in the mob
or something?
Yeah, that's exactly
what I'm saying.
Recycling is
waste management.
You think we ran over
Tony Soprano?
I mean, who in
the recycling business
carries a million dollars
in a briefcase?
Wait, is that
how much money
they raise?
-Just about.
-Fuck.
That's a lot of
five cent bottle deposits.
Okay, we have to
return this money.
OTIS: To who?
JADEN: The mob?
Well, yeah.
Let me just dial up
1800 mob for you.
Okay, stop.
I'm serious.
And how do you think
that will really play out?
Even if we are unlucky
enough to find them?
Guys, why didn't
we just leave?
Why didn't
we just call the cops?
And then what?
We get popped off for
killing one of their own?
I don't fucking know.
I'm not an expert
in mob law.
Okay, listen. I think
our only option is to just
dispose of the body.
(SIGHS) Does anyone have
any other suggestions?
No dumb ideas.
You don't have to
raise your hand.
-Go ahead.
-Vat of acid.
-JADEN: Okay,
calm down, Heisenberg.
-(SCOFFS) God.
OTIS: Where are you going?
To the acid store.
OTIS: Oh, I thought
you said there weren't
any bad ideas.
That's just something
people say.
Of course there's
fucking bad ideas.
JADEN: Guys, guys...
Look, I'm looking on Google
and it says feeding the pigs
is a tested method
in corpse disposal.
-So maybe...
-My God, we're so fucked.
Okay, look.
This is a big decision.
Let's just take a moment.
JADEN: Can you ever just
make a decision?
I said acid.
Oh, come on.
Can you be serious
for once in your life?
And what's that
supposed to mean, huh?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Do you even own
any other clothing?
(SIGHS IN EXASPERATION)
It's called
school spirit.
You don't even
go there yet.
How are you so spirited
about something
you don't even know?
JADEN: Okay, that's
fucking ridiculous.
It's Yale.
Everybody knows
about Yale.
Okay, I... I think we need
to cover her up or something.
Fuck. Yeah,
let's use this.
So you guys think that
Sue made this quilt, or...
I don't think you can
buy a quilt like that.
I mean, it doesn't
really help, does it?
-Yeah...
-No, it doesn't.
Definitely doesn't.
It's gonna start
to smell soon.
-It's just, you know...
-Yeah, I know.
What?
I mean, are we sure
she's dead?
Considering none of us
are doctors, or nurses,
or EMTs,
and we chose not
to go to the hospital...
Right, because
she wasn't breathing.
Because Otis said
she wasn't breathing.
What's that
supposed to mean?
Why don't you go over there
and check her pulse
or whatever?
Okay.
Yeah, she's dead.
Should have been a doctor.
CORA: Let's not go that far.
OTIS: Hey, what's wrong?
JADEN: What's wrong, Otis?
(CORA SIGHS)
I have to call my dad.
But you can't do that.
-He'll help us.
-OTIS: No, he won't.
Yes, he...
What the fuck
would you know?
Otis, what are you...
Otis! Wh...
-Sorry. It's for your own good.
-What are you fucking doing?
-OTIS: I'm sorry.
-This mo...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-JADEN: Otis, stop playing.
-I'm sorry.
Don't hit the dead body.
-OTIS: Sorry. I'm sorry.
-Otis, what the...
It's for your own good.
JADEN: What the...
Otis!
Please!
(THUDDING)
Why the fuck would
you do that, Otis?
You're making
a fear-based decision.
It's my decision. Of course
it's fucking fear based.
Once you tell him,
you can never un-tell him.
What makes you the authority
on father-son relationships?
This has nothing to do
with me or my authority.
Just tell me I'm wrong.
(CORA SIGHS)
Yours if you want to.
(THUDDING)
Otis, can you please
stop doing that?
I told you, it helps me think.
Well, then what have
you got for us?
OTIS: I say we bury her.
After a few hundred ollies,
that's really the best
you can come up with?
OTIS: Occam's razor.
Let's see if we can
find a shovel.
CORA: You can't seriously
be on board with this.
Bingo.
What are you gonna do,
build a sandcastle?
You hated my acid idea.
And I don't see
any pigs around here,
and I'm pretty sure
dismembering is off the table.
(OTIS SIGHS)
You know we don't
have to do any of this.
You're the one who said
we need to dispose of the body.
That makes us guilty.
We're fucking guilty as is.
(SIGHS)
Innocent until proven, though.
Are we fucking
delusional, Jaden?
OTIS: Okay.
What's the best case scenario
if we call the cops now, truly?
CORA: We all get clemency
for manslaughter,
if they believe
our read ridiculous-sounding,
mind-numbingly stupid story.
And if we don't,
we all go to jail
for tampering with evidence,
fleeing a crime scene
and murder.
Or we bury this,
take the money,
and move on.
Yeah. Yeah.
That's the best we got.
Well, isn't that a polite
euphemism for "we're fucked"?
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
JADEN: Shit.
You know what?
You fucking do it.
-Why me?
-Because it was your idea.
OTIS: What about
all the bulking?
It's fucking freezing, dude.
We don't all have
to be out here.
OTIS: Fuck you guys.
-JADEN: It's a hard knock life.
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Okay. (SIGHS IN EXASPERATION)
(THUDDING)
-(CORA GASPS)
-JADEN: Shit.
(OTIS GROANS)
CORA: We should
probably help him.
Really?
It's probably just
as cold in here.
(OTIS GROANS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SHOVEL CLINKS)
JADEN: Otis, what you doing?
I'm laying here.
JADEN: Otis, get up.
(SIGHS)
JADEN: Come on, dude. Get up.
(GRUNTS) Thanks.
JADEN: Take the
fucking shovel, too.
Start digging right there
with Cora.
OTIS: Um...
Do this.
(TREMOLO PLAYING)
I defend my peace
Trample on my soul
And I'll defend my peace
Gimme my body, gimme my mind
Gimme my body, gimme my mind
Tremolo my soul
Gimme my body, gimme my mind
Tremolo my soul
Nah ag, soul, nah ah soul
Nah ah, soul, tremolo my soul
Nah ah, soul, nah, soul
Nah ah, tremolo my soul
Nah ah, soul, nah ah, soul
Nah ah, tremolo my soul
Nah ah
Nah ah
It's glowing
Just glowing, yeah
-Addicted to the light...
-(SONG ENDS ABRUPTLY)
-Oh my God.
-(SHOVEL CLANGS)
-What the fuck?
-Think the battery's dead.
OTIS: Are you
fucking kidding me?
JADEN: You know what?
You know what?
I got it. I got it.
You guys can thank me
for always being prepared.
OTIS: Yeah. Don't pull a muscle.
-What?
-From sucking yourself off.
Okay, You know what?
If it wasn't for me,
we'd all be fucking
screwed right now.
Okay, we're still
screwed, idiots.
We need two cars to do that.
and as far as I can see,
which isn't very far,
that's not happening.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
We don't even have a grave.
-We have something.
-Wow.
This is taking
longer than I thought.
All right. Come on.
Let's just try it.
Let's grab her.
JADEN: Just throw her legs
on the far side.
Get her legs on the far side.
That's the for the best.
-Yeah? Okay.
-OTIS: All right.
-Three, two, one.
-(ALL GRUNT)
Right. All Right.
It's in there.
-Just kick the dirt on her?
-Well, I don't fuck...
CORA: Are you serious?
OTIS: It's a test.
Kick some.
Get some on his side.
-All right.
-All right.
-I think it works.
-JADEN: What?
CORA: One drizzle
and you can spot her
from fucking Google Earth.
We do not have time
for this shit right now.
Well, now what the fuck
do we do?
CORA: We have to take her
back to the house.
OTIS: Fuck!
JADEN: (SCOFFS)
It looks so far away.
OTIS: (SIGHS) All right.
Jaden, fucking grab her.
Let's go.
OTIS: Fuck.
CORA: I don't believe this.
OTIS: (GROANS) Fuck!
(COUGHS)
JADEN: Cora, what are you doing?
-Covering our literal tracks.
-JADEN: Smart.
OTIS: I can't see shit.
JADEN: Nobody expects you
to have night vision, Otis.
OTIS: You didn't have to leave
the fucking car on.
JADEN: What did you
expect us to do, huh?
Dig in the dark?
It's better than fucking
walking in the dark.
JADEN: Your hindsight always
seems to be 20-20, doesn't it?
CORA: Stop arguing, please.
We're all equally stupid
and all equally fucked,
and we're all probably
going to jail.
OTIS: Yeah, with that
fucking attitude.
JADEN: No, it's not about
the fucking attitude, Otis.
She's right.
We're so royally fucked.
-(THUDS)
-OTIS: Oh, fuck!
Goddamn it!
JADEN: Otis.
CORA: Don't fall on top of her!
JADEN: Otis, what the fuck
are you... Otis!
(OTIS YELPS)
JADEN: Jesus Christ!
OTIS: I think I broke something.
CORA: We have
a dead fucking body.
And you're having fun.
JADEN: Shut the fuck up, Cora.
-JADEN: Come on, let's go.
-(PANTING)
CORA: Oh, shit.
(JADEN GRUNTING)
(WIND BLOWING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATCH STRIKES)
-(FIRE BLOWS)
-Shit.
We'll burn the house down.
Yeah.
We'll say she broke in here,
there was a scuffle
and the house went up in flames.
Scuffles don't lead
to spontaneous combustion.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, then. Um...
We'll say that this
got knocked over.
-CORA: A candle?
-Yeah.
(SNIFFS)
Our entire futures ride
on some fucking
cough syrup-scented candle?
I do not think
this is a good idea.
JADEN: It's the best we've got.
Seriously. Like,
there'll be no evidence.
And the cops will think that
the cash just burned up
in the house.
What about that nice woman?
What was her name?
-Sheila?
-JADEN: Sue.
She'll be fine.
And she practically asked to
burn the house down, remember?
That is true.
And it's not like
the fire will spread.
-There's nothing for miles.
-Oh. So we're arsonists now.
It's better than murderers.
The two aren't
mutually exclusive.
Okay, fine.
What do you suppose we do?
I still think
we go to the police.
-Are you fucking serious?
-Yes.
What about the money?
JADEN: Who cares
about the money, Otis?
-It's a million dollars.
-This is our lives.
Lives that would be better
with a million dollars.
CORA: I don't think
it's too late.
I still think we can
come up with something.
JADEN: Aren't you a journalist?
How does this
pan out? Seriously.
We'll say that we had no service
and we couldn't get a hold
of an ambulance.
Is 911 on any
of our phone records?
Did we even try to call
on the way over here?
We could just say we're kids,
and that we got scared.
JADEN: Cora, we're 18.
That's real shit.
We're adults.
And let's not forget that
someone's probably
still looking for that money.
And whoever turns her in,
will be at the top
of their list.
(GROANS)
Fine. Arson it is.
JADEN: Arson it is.
And a home invasion.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(OBJECTS BREAKING)
Fly stuck in my room,
buzzing around
Getting on my nerves
Know it, I know it
I know it, I know
I know he's gone
I know he's gone
Know it, I know it
I know it, I know
(SQUEALS)
I know he's gone
I know he's gone
Know it, I know it
I know it, I know
I know he's gone
I know he's gone
Can't see me
for another problem
Never let
your feelings show...
JADEN: Fuck me.
(CORA GROANS)
-CORA: Um, time to go.
-Yeah, Yeah.
-Come on, Otis.
-CORA: Come on.
OTIS: I'm coming.
Otis, the mo... Come on, Dude.
OTIS: I'm coming.
-CORA: Oh, my...
-Otis!
Let me get the money.
-That's it?
-I guess so.
Occam's razor.
(MUFFLED COUGHING)
Did you hear that?
-You gotta be kidding me.
-She's alive?
We have to put out the fire.
We have to put out the fire.
-Are we sure?
-Yes! We can't kill her.
She's gonna burn alive!
She chooses to wake up now?
OTIS: Shit.
MAYA: Where the fuck am I?
(COUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
-Help us!
-OTIS: I am!
Oh, shit.
JADEN: Why you tying her up?
OTIS: She could be dangerous.
MAYA: Jules,
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Who the hell is Jules? Fuck!
She's gonna suffocate!
(GASPS) Jake.
Thank God you're okay.
Mama's here. Mama's right here.
Who the fuck
are you talking to, lady?
JADEN: What the fuck?
Shit! Fuck!
Fuck.
(COUGHING)
(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY)
-You guys good?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck
do we do with her now?
(ALL SIGHING)
CORA: Okay. What's our story?
-What?
-CORA: For when she wakes up.
OTIS: Hey, did anyone else
hear her call me Jake?
I'm sure she was just in shock.
Okay. Why don't we just say that
we found her
on the side of the road?
She's not gonna believe that.
If she asks,
we don't know anything
about the briefcase or money.
She's not gonna let
a million dollars
escape from her that easily.
Well, she kind of already did.
We can't just get rid of it.
That's not what I'm saying.
(WOMAN GASPING)
-(YELPS)
-(THUDS)
(WOMAN GRUNTS)
Fuck.
Hello?
Get over here,
you fucking twerps!
Um, yeah. What's up?
A little help here.
Right. Right.
-You're gonna get her?
-Yeah. Okay.
You have one minute
to explain yourselves
before I brutally murder
each and every one of you.
It seems like
we're really the ones
in the position of power here.
Ah, the tough one. I will
rip your throat out first.
I'm only gonna ask nicely
one more time.
Where the fuck am I?
So we actually just found you
on the side of the road.
-Bullshit!
-It's true.
Oh, really?
That's why I'm covered
in wet dirt?
You idiots tried
to bury me alive, didn't you?
And then what? Burn me alive?
That's ridiculous.
What's ridiculous is the amount
of pain and suffering
you are all in for.
OTIS: Lady, we're just
trying to help you.
Oh, that's why I am tied up
in what looks like
your granny's quilt?
I mean, you said
you'd fucking kill us.
I think you need
to check your chronology.
Do you understand
how time works?
Wait, wait, wait.
What... What time is it?
It's like almost 11:00.
No, no, no.
No fucking way.
Where's my car?
We didn't see it.
I need to get to my car now.
That's not happening.
No. Please, please, please.
You don't understand.
What don't we understand?
-(LAUGHS)
-What's so funny?
I'm fucking dead!
Oh. I'm fucking dead!
That is what we thought.
MAYA: No.
They will kill me and you
and you and you
and everyone you love or hate
or really anyone you know.
Well, who is they?
You need to let me go now.
It is not too late for me
to maybe get out of here
before they find us.
Seriously, who is they?
-Where's the briefcase?
-OTIS: Wait, what?
My briefcase.
We don't know
what you're talking about.
-It's right there.
-Jaden!
Okay, untie me,
give me the money
and maybe you'll live.
Just probably just gonna kill us
right on the spot.
It's a good thing my parents
forced me to take Krav Maga
to get my driver's license,
Not sure how those
two things are related,
but you're just gonna
have to rely on
my mercy here.
You're relying on our mercy,
the last time I checked,
because you never know
who you'll encounter
alone at night on the road.
Or who you'll hit.
Okay, we didn't hit you.
-Okay, we hit you.
-Jaden!
She says she's gonna kill us.
Who is looking for you?
You seem smart enough
to deduce whoever it is,
you don't want to know.
Does that explain why you're
in the middle of the road
with a briefcase
full of a million dollars?
I don't have to explain
myself to you.
Fine. Then I guess
we're at a standstill.
I'm not fucking
Mother Goose here!
(SCREAMS)
Fine.
Earlier today,
I was supposed to drop
that briefcase in the copse.
-Copse?
-Yeah. Copse.
-Group of trees.
-Like a thicket?
-JADEN: No a copse.
-Like a grove?
-No, a fucking copse.
-Or a forest?
-Too small to be a forest.
-It's too small to be a copse.
What are you, a group
of fucking teenage arborists?
It's a group of goddamn trees
by the goddamn road.
(SIGHS)
It was a routine drop.
Nothing out of the ordinary,
at least not for Jules.
Jules has been my partner
for the last few years.
We had gotten close.
As close as she would allow.
Any plans this weekend?
No.
Come on. Nothing?
We're going to be late.
Now you ask me.
Ask you what?
Ask me if I have
any fun plans this weekend.
Do you have any
fun plans this weekend?
I do.
Jake and I are going on a trip.
Just the two of us.
Where to?
Wherever he wants.
Your whole life
revolves around that kid.
You know, if only he knew
what you did for him.
(CHUCKLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
MAYA: I'm honestly surprised
she didn't see it coming,
us working so closely
must've clouded her judgment.
The plan was simple.
Until it got complicated.
I understand the script.
But this is ridiculous.
Good place to disappear.
Wouldn't you ever?
-What, disappear?
-Yeah.
You're practically
invisible anyways.
I mean get out of it.
This is all of it...
For me. I just...
Not having to report,
spend time with your family.
We're spending time
together now.
Right? Aren't we?
Don't get emotional.
It's never too late.
I didn't say that's why.
Why not?
Well, look at you.
Your life is centered
around some kid
who you have to lie to
every day of your life.
-I don't lie to him.
-That's a lie.
That's a fucking lie.
I don't lie to anybody.
-(CHUCKLES)
-I live an honest life.
Says the woman holding, what,
a million dollars' worth
of blood money?
JULES: We don't know
it's blood money.
Besides, it has
zero effect on me.
And now you're just
lying to yourself.
Well, when did you
become so sanctimonious?
I'm just saying,
we all have our justification.
JULES: And what are yours?
I'm waiting.
What the fuck are you doing?
Drop the case.
-Don't be stupid.
-Don't think you're being smart.
Hand it over.
You know I can't do that.
Yes you can.
I'm serious.
Drop the case
and back away.
They'll fucking kill you.
Give me an hour
and then you can call it in.
You really think
an hour head start
-is gonna save you?
-It's the best that I've got.
They'll find you and Jake.
Not if you help,
Come with us.
Why the fuck would I do that?
You said it yourself. A family.
That's the most truthful thing
you've ever said.
It seems like
all you ever really do
is lie to your family.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUN FIRES)
(THUDDING AND GRUNTING)
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
Is it me
Or is the moonlight
shining brighter
Than it usually does
Is it me
-Or is tonight
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
The most amazing night
that there ever was?
Can you see
the stars are sparkling
As if they're on fire
Reflecting
My heart's desire
Is it me
Or have you given me a miracle
With one simple kiss?
Can you see
The way you fill my heart
with magic
When you're near me like this?
(STRAINING)
In this life
Do you believe
in one true love
That's meant to be?
Who is the one for you?
Is it me?
(SHUSHES)
MAYA: We have to send texts,
simultaneously,
at a predetermined time
to establish a successful drop.
With that finished,
I gave myself exactly
enough time
to grab my son and vanish.
-I mean, Otis. Otis!
-(HOWLING)
Ow! Okay. Okay.
Okay. All right!
MAYA: That is until you idiots
swerved into me.
-CORA: Look out!
-(TIRES SCREECH)
-(THUDS)
-(GRUNTS)
(ALL SNICKERING)
-Yeah, right.
-CORA: That's pretty good.
-That's pretty good.
-OTIS: Almost believed it
for a second.
It's the truth.
I mean, come on,
two super assassins
and you've both gone rogue,
like, this is looking crazy.
MAYA: Trust me.
It will only get crazier.
I had it timed perfectly.
Which means Jules is probably
hunting me down right now.
Which means,
she's hunting you down, too.
OTIS: So why didn't
you kill her?
-MAYA: What?
-You said you choked her out.
You could have killed her.
I meant what I said.
Okay? She's...
She's like family.
A little lost, but I thought
she'd find her way.
Is this all on the record?
-What?
-Sorry, force of habit.
She's studying to be
a journalism major.
At the almost top school
in the country.
-It's an Ivy.
-Okay, in theory.
(SCREAMS)
What in the actual fuck
is wrong with you kids?
Did you even look
at the briefcase?
There are bullet holes
all over it.
JADEN: She's crazy.
I think she may be right.
Okay, that's just
probably from the car.
-What do I get by lying?
-A million dollars.
MAYA: It's my money.
Well, according to you,
you stole the money,
so it's kind of
as much ours as yours.
-Oh, my God.
Fucking millennials.
-JADEN: Gen Z, actually...
I don't care.
All of you snowflakes
are the same.
Every snowflake
is actually different, but...
Oh, my God, you kids
really don't get how dead
we actually are.
How is she gonna even
gonna find us, like,
-we threw out your phone.
-You ditched my phone?
OTIS: Yeah. We didn't want
anyone tracking you.
CORA: Kept ringing nonstop, too.
How many times did it ring?
It rang, like, three...
(SCREAMS) You have to
let me go!
There is not a shred of doubt
that they will find us.
-And when they do...
-Okay, um, hey, guys,
can I talk to you for a sec?
-Just, quickly, come on...
-MAYA: We don't time for that!
Go, go, go, go, go!
We'll be right back.
Stupid little kids!
I mean,
do you guys believe her?
If you ignore
how crazy it all sounds,
it kind of makes sense.
I mean, to have
a million dollars
in a briefcase,
it kinda has to have
a crazy explanation.
OTIS: I don't even believe
that this Jules person exists.
I don't even think
she has a son.
(MAYA CHUCKLES)
Okay, well,
she could be making it all up,
and we set her free, and...
-JADEN: We're done.
-Essentially, yes.
Alright. I say we call AAA,
get the car fixed,
take the cash and run.
JADEN: Okay, run where, Otis?
We can give her back
her fucking money and hope
she leaves us alone.
I agree with Jaden here.
How do you know
she's gonna do that?
-'Cause I know.
-Oh, you fucking
know everything, don't you?
Okay, that's not true.
Yo, just because
you're majoring in economics
at some school in New Haven
doesn't mean you got
your life figured out.
Okay, at least
I'm not an undecided,
aimless little kid.
And I understand the market.
-I'm a pretty good investor.
-You know, fuck you,
Wall Street bets.
Why don't you go
take your GameStop and Dogecoin
and shove it up our ass.
I sold that shit
a long time ago, back when
it was on the moon.
-CORA: Jaden!
-Fuck you!
You really are that dense.
CORA: Okay.
Okay.
Fuck!
Fuck!
CORA: You should
go talk to him.
JADEN: He doesn't want that.
How do you know that?
I mean, I've known him
almost my whole life
since we were, like, five.
He's not five anymore,
and neither are you.
I don't know.
-He won't admit it,
but he needs you.
-No, he doesn't.
Come on, think about it.
(JADEN SIGHS)
Okay, fine, fine.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Are they always like this?
What's your name?
What does it matter to you?
You know my name.
Look, you can make up
a name for all I care.
I'm Cora.
Cora.
Nice to meet you, Cora.
So you didn't get in
where you wanted, huh?
CORA: I got into Cornell.
It's an Ivy.
Yeah, I'm aware.
I mean, Northwestern
was the dream.
Their journalism school
is life changing.
I'm pretty sure changing
your life isn't contingent
on the school you go to.
CORA: You don't get it, do you?
I get that you're
overcompensating
for insecurity
about falling into your own
constructive trappings.
I get that you're trying
to break free of a mold,
when in reality
you're crystallizing it further
every day.
I get that you think
you know everything
about how the world should be
and people ought to be.
But in reality,
you don't even know
who you should be.
And I'm supposed to take advice
from a low class criminal
wrapped up in a quilt.
(LAUGHS) First of all,
high class.
Second of all, not advice,
just experience.
Look, if it helps any, I...
I always wanted my son
to go to an Ivy.
There's just something
irrevocably special about it.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
I am...
I was excited.
I'm sure you'll still get there.
Yeah, if I don't go to jail
or get shot or whatever.
You seem pretty competent.
Thank you.
MAYA: Takes one to know one.
So, what do you like
to write about?
-It doesn't matter.
-'Course it matters.
You know,
no one ever asked me that.
Why not?
I don't think
they want to read it,
-to be honest.
-That's ridiculous.
I'm sure a lot of people
support you and want to hear
what you have to say.
Thanks, but it feels like
hollow support, if any.
No one is that concerned
what an 18-year-old reporter
can dig up.
Well, maybe I can help you
with that.
What do you mean?
-(WHISPERS) I have stories.
-And why would you do that?
Well, I'm either disappearing
or dead,
so someone should...
(CHUCKLES)
do something with them.
Okay.
Do you always
carry that with you?
You never know
when you're gonna need it.
-Otis.
-(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
-OTIS: Go away.
-Come on, Otis.
Look, I'm sure
it will work out for you.
It always does.
JADEN: We need your help.
I need your help.
OTIS: Will you just
leave me alone?
You're my best friend.
(SIGHS)
People still have best friends?
I do personally, yes.
Listen, um...
(EXHALES) I know you want
the money, okay,
but it's not worth it.
It's a million dollars.
-Three-way split,
that's 300K.
-That's nothing.
If Maya doesn't kill us,
the people that
she works for will.
So you believe her?
I mean, what other choice
do we have?
We're not gonna kill her.
And it's not like
we need the money.
You don't need the money.
Listen, it doesn't matter
where your family home is.
When you're in college,
no one cares where you live.
-You wouldn't get it.
-I do.
I do. Which is why
I don't understand
why you're making such
a big deal about it.
Because it is a big deal.
No one gives a shit
about how you enrolled
in school.
Elementary school,
middle school, high school,
Everything I've done
is all predicated on a lie.
-Now you're just
being ridiculous.
-But I can't stop doing it.
I'm just a liar.
-Plain and simple.
-Okay. Don't be so reductive.
Everybody lies.
Like, calm down.
Fuck, we even lied,
saying you lived in our house.
Just because, you know,
your dad died,
doesn't mean
you shouldn't be able
to go to certain school.
Listen, Otis...
Like it or not,
you're my best friend.
Forever.
What about all the cool people
at New Haven?
They got nothing on you.
That's nice.
You've got tons of friends.
I'm the one with only two.
Same here.
-Only have two I love.
-Yeah, sure thing, prom king.
-Okay, we don't even have
a prom king.
-Whatever.
Seriously.
Those people,
they don't actually like me.
They like the idea of me.
(SIGHS)
My, um...
My car really isn't here, huh?
CORA: No.
We drove you.
Yeah.
Ah, can you, um...
Can you go in
my wallet for a sec?
There's a...
There's a little
piece of paper in there.
Hi, baby.
Your son did this?
Yeah. Jakey.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Okay. Now, if you need a snack,
there's snacks in the bag,
there's water, okay?
But do not open the trunk.
No matter what you do,
do not open the trunk.
You got it?
Now, if for some reason
I don't come back,
I am coming back,
but if for any reason
I don't, you go to the address
in this envelope.
Now, repeat it back to me.
I'm gonna open the trunk
and go to this address.
You got it.
You're so smart.
Now, if I'm not back by 8:00
you call my number.
It's programmed in there,
but don't call anybody else
and do not pick up the phone
if it rings.
You ready?
Don't leave me.
Baby, it's okay. I promise you
I am coming back.
Okay? I swear.
I love you so much.
We're going...
We're going on our trip, okay?
I love you.
CORA: Is he waiting for you?
Yeah.
He's probably still
calling me petrified.
If Jules hasn't gotten
to him yet.
CORA: I'm sure he's okay.
I will be right back.
Okay. What kind of passive
aggressive bullshit is this?
I really need the Otis and Jaden
soap opera to come to
a quick finale here, please.
I think she's telling the truth.
-What makes you so sure?
-I'm a journalist.
You took one high school
communications class.
That's one more than you.
Okay, so if she is
telling the truth,
then we're being hunted?
CORA: Yeah,
we're running out of time.
Or that's what
she wants us to think,
and we make a rash decision,
and we die.
Or we stay here and we die.
OTIS: All right,
so is there an option
where we don't die?
(CORA SIGHS)
-I'm gonna let her go.
-On what authority?
She was honest with me.
What is this?
Playground justice?
Her kid is in the goddamn trunk
on the side of the road.
What's the most made up story
I've ever heard?
CORA: She was gonna
escape with him.
Why isn't that the first thing
she asked then?
"Is my kid here?"
"Oh, yeah, he's in the trunk
with the milk and eggs."
CORA: She didn't know
if we had her car or not.
And it was all in effort
to protect him.
OTIS: Some effort that was.
JADEN: Okay,
I think it's a vote.
(SIGHS) Fine. Sure. Yeah.
All in favor of Maya's release.
Jaden?
OTIS: Dude, what the fuck?
Okay, you don't even
have a decision.
-I was thinking.
-So classic,
always undecided.
Well, fuck you.
Those not in favor.
You don't have to be
a contrarian all the time.
You don't have to be a bitch
all the time.
-Cora...
-(DOOR OPENS)
(WHISPERS) What did you do?
Why would you fucking...
(IN NORMAL VOICE) Cora...
Cora? Cora, he didn't mean it.
Cora, wait up, come on.
OTIS: Cora, I'm sorry.
-What are you doing?
-We voted.
-Come on.
-Back the fuck off.
Yeah, back the fuck off, man.
We don't have a car
to get away.
We let her go. And what?
She kills us and takes
the money?
-MAYA: I'm not gonna kill you.
-Cora, Stop!
Sorry, I can't hear you.
Too busy being
a constant bitch.
OTIS: I'm sorry.
Leave me alone.
OTIS: Come on.
This is the worst idea ever.
I know Krav Maga.
We're fine.
She knows Krav Maga.
It's fine.
Okay, guys,
maybe we just argue
without the bread knife.
You're just an immature,
little indecisive piece of shit
with enough sexual tension
to film
an entire fucking season
of Downton Abbey.
You're just an overconfident,
self-absorbed asshole
that says
stupid little shit like,
"This pen is mightier
than the sword."
-It is!
-Not your fucking pen.
Who the fuck
do you think you are?
It's not just me.
Northwestern thought so, too.
I'm going to Cornell.
It's an Ivy.
Whatever helps you
sleep at night.
And I'm sorry,
where did you get in?
You know, I'd be surprised
if you got in anywhere.
No waitlist takes this long.
Are you calling me a liar?
-I didn't say it.
-Give me the knife.
MAYA: Can we
keep cutting, please?
Just think about what happens
if we let her go without a plan.
-If she is as skilled
as she says she is...
-MAYA: I am.
...no car, or nothing,
we're fucked,
after school Krav Maga or not.
JADEN: Look,
he's not wrong, Cora.
Maybe we just,
you know, take a moment.
No, we are not taking a moment.
We are playing with fire here,
and look how that turned out.
I need a minute.
Go, Big Red.
-Are you fucking...
-JADEN: Cora, Cora!
Cora!
You know what, guys?
I'm done here.
See you later. I'm out.
JADEN: Come back!
-Otis, what the fuck?
Go, dude, just go.
-OTIS: What?
MAYA: Can you
keep cutting, please?
You can keep cutting.
Are you...
Are you fucking kidding me?
(GRUNTS IN ANGER)
(CHAIR SQUEAKING)
(SCREAMS)
(KEEP THE PARTY GOING PLAYING)
Knocking on your door, baby,
just say something
Quiet in your eyes
but the storm keeps coming
I don't wanna go
but the midnight's calling
I don't wanna go
shadow getting close
Dying for a piece
but you can't get nothing
Got everything you need
but you can't stop running
I don't wanna go
but the half-life's falling
I don't wanna go
lay my body low...
(SKATEBOARD THUDDING)
Would you please just quit it?
-(THUDDING)
-Fucking quit it, okay?
You know...
(CHUCKLES)
You will single handedly kill
all of your friends, right?
(THUDDING CONTINUES)
Aren't you a little old
for skateboard tricks anyway?
Oh my God, how old are you?
Will you just shut up?
(THUDS)
Aw...
(BABY VOICE)
Did the whittle boy
fall down?
Are you okay der?
Baby...
(THUDDING CONTINUES)
MAYA: Oh my God! Stop!
Just fucking stop already!
OTIS: You want me to put
the sheet back over your head?
MAYA: Stop, stop, stop!
Stop!
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
-You guys want to hear
a crazy thought?
-Go for it.
This is all true.
I might die without
having kissed anyone.
You might not even be
as straight as you thought.
I always thought I might be bi.
But I'm starting to think
I actually could be asexual.
But, um,
aren't those exact opposites?
How do you even know that?
It speaks for itself.
Maybe you're just
a late bloomer.
Fucking agave ocahui.
What?
It's a cactus that blooms
once every 100 years.
Isn't agave a succulent?
Yeah, sure.
Well, considering
we all might die,
I guess you can kiss me.
Wait, what?
Let's just figure it out.
-Asexual or not.
-I'm not a fucking experiment.
No, that's not it.
I'm trying to help you.
You can kiss me, too.
What is going on?
It's not that big of a deal.
How are you gonna know?
-This is weird.
-It's only weird
if you make it.
You guys are my friends.
Exactly. One kiss
and we move on.
Don't you wanna know
who you are?
Yeah, organically.
Okay, but everyone's
first kiss is weird.
I mean, yeah, but look at this.
What are you doing?
How was that?
Truthfully?
I didn't feel much.
It is all on the line
and you're fucking Frenching
in the corner?
CORA: Give us a second.
You do realize we are in
critical danger here, right?
JADEN: Well...
Maybe you're gay.
I'm not gonna kiss you.
You kissed Cora.
I've known you since
we were, like, five.
Otis, it's not a big deal.
It's not.
And there you go.
Nope.
Damn, that's, uh...
Guess you are asexual.
I mean, this isn't
the best sample size,
but thank you.
I cannot believe
I'm being held hostage
by a group of horny
fucking teenagers.
OTIS: Hey, I may not be
that horny after all.
(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
(EXHALES)
So, what are we going to do?
I say we think on it
for a second.
Oh, yeah.
(EXHALES)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Hello? Jake?
Jake, it's your mom's
friend Jules.
Where are you?
Jake.
What are you doing?
-I'm making a decision.
-That's not yours.
It's not yours, either.
If you don't return it in full,
your friends don't have
a chance.
I need this chance.
They really care about you,
you know.
That is, uh... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Hard to find.
Yeah, sure.
I hope Jake finds friends
like that someday.
You remind me of him.
If you do this,
you are on your own.
-I've been on my own.
-Not from what I can see.
(SCOFFS)
Otis, this isn't gonna end well.
Stop with the advice.
You are not my mom.
Well, if she were here,
I think I know what she'd say.
Oh, yeah and what is that?
Otis, don't steal the money!
OTIS: Stop!
What the fuck are you doing?
-Man, what's going on, man?
-Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
You're stealing the money?
-Just my share!
-JADEN: It's not yours.
-MAYA: That's what I said.
-Okay, shut up.
MAYA: Well,
if it weren't for me,
he'd be out that door.
CORA: Otis, give it back.
-Guys, just come on,
let's move. Move!
-No. No!
God damn it!
I didn't want it
to be like this!
Where the fuck
did you get that?
MAYA: Another thing he stole.
JADEN: All right.
Okay. All right.
Just put it down, Otis.
CORA: This isn't you.
Maybe it is me.
How the fuck would you know?
JADEN: I know.
You think you know everything,
don't you?
(BREATH TREMBLING)
You don't know
anything about me.
None of you do.
I've tried to explain
and explain and explain
that I need this money.
But I can't be
any more fucking clear!
-No, you don't.
-Yes, I do.
I really fucking do!
We'll be fine
without it, okay?
Is this really worth it?
You're not gonna shoot us.
Not if you guys just move.
JADEN: I know you're not
gonna do it.
You don't know anything.
This isn't funny, Otis.
OTIS: I'm not trying
to be funny.
They always say,
"Look at them.
"Look at Jaden.
Look at Cora.
"They're going places."
And you guys are.
I believe it.
But I'm stuck here.
Going nowhere.
But with this...
I can go somewhere.
Be something just like you guys.
Otis, we're not something,
we're the same.
OTIS: Yes, you are!
And for the last fucking time,
no, we are not!
I don't need your pity.
All I need is this money.
You are and you can be
something without it.
OTIS: I can't, and I'm not.
This is my money!
So don't pretend
like you understand.
You can't even
comprehend the minutia
of what it's like to be me!
JADEN: I do know, Otis!
I do!
Everybody expects me
to be perfect.
There is no room for error.
You don't know what it's like
to have a dad that's so obsessed
with a legacy that
no matter what you do,
you can never give it to him.
You're right.
I don't.
Because mine is dead.
Well, I wish mine was.
OTIS: Don't fucking say that!
You don't know
how lucky you are!
Otis, all I'm saying
is I would kill to be you.
To just be able to be you
with no precepts.
No precepts?
I have more constrictions
than anybody else here!
Are we talking literally here?
Shut the fuck up!
CORA: Look,
we all have problems,
but we deal with them.
Let's not be small people here.
Small?
Look who's small now!
You guys will just never get it.
How about this?
I have no money
to go to college,
no scholarship,
and I have to stay here
and go to community college,
if I can even find the time
when I'm not working,
because I'm helping my mom
pay the goddamn rent,
even though I got off
the fucking USC waitlist!
You got off the...
Otis, Oh, my God,
that's amazing!
-That's...
-When did that happen?
OTIS: On the way here
before we met Maya.
Met is a nice way of putting it.
JADEN: We'll figure out
a way for you to go.
Says the person
with a gratuitous full ride.
This is the only way.
-This is my way.
-(RATTLES BAG)
Now, please dude, just move.
That money isn't clean.
Whatever, money's fucking dirty,
I'll Purell it later.
You think you can just walk
into an enrolment office
with a bag full of cash?
Even USC won't take that.
You need someone to launder it.
But more importantly,
you need someone
who knows someone
who can launder it.
OTIS: And that's you?
(SIGHS)
I didn't get into Yale.
OTIS: What?
CORA: You're going next week.
My dad donated a fucking
marine life center
or some shit.
He didn't even tell me
until last month.
No fucking way.
You're lying.
You're valedictorian.
You could, like,
throw a javelin really far!
I mean, dude, you're Jaden!
Besides, everyone knows
you got a full ride.
JADEN: Yeah. Yeah.
That's what I thought, too.
But the truth is,
someone like him
isn't just going to let his kid
throw away his future.
No matter the cost.
-OTIS: Why didn't you tell us?
-Because I'm embarrassed.
I thought I earned it.
-CORA: You did.
-No. No.
I really didn't.
OTIS: (SIGHS)
I just can't believe it.
Believe it or not,
I'm here for you.
We're here for you.
Always.
Let me just take this
from you, okay, Otis?
Okay.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Next time, you might wanna
take the safety off.
JADEN: Otis. Otis.
Otis! Otis!
Don't fucking go, man.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
-(TIRES SCREECH)
-(GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(ENGINE ACCELERATING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(MELANCHOLY SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING)
JADEN: Well, we'll say, uh,
good thing about that safety.
He never would've shot you guys.
CORA: How do you know that?
I've stared down many a barrel.
He loves you guys.
Yeah.
So is it time to untie me?
CORA: You never told me
why you decided to quit.
MAYA: It's stupid.
That's the whole reason
we're here.
(MAYA CHUCKLES)
MAYA: Career day.
CORA: What?
I had to stand up there
in front of my kid
and, um,
all his friends and lie.
And I swore to myself
never again
Next time, I would
have something real.
(JADEN CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
CORA: What's that for?
You know, just in case
she tries to kill us.
Babe, you're not Indiana Jones.
-JADEN: Yeah.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Right. Right. Um...
Thanks for the honesty, um...
If you want something useful,
grab the fire poker.
JADEN: Okay.
I... I was kidding
about the fire poker. I'm...
(SIGHS)
(CAR APPROACHING)
Car! Car! Car!
Guys, car! Car!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
-Any day now.
-I'm trying.
-Gosh, Otis work at UPS
in a past life or something?
-OTIS: Jaden! Cora!
OTIS: There's a car!
Car! Car! Car!
-She's here!
-JADEN: Jules?
Help her! Hurry!
Fuck! Come on!
-(BANGING AT DOOR)
-Oh, shit!
(GRUNTS)
-Go!
-Go? Right!
-(GUN FIRING)
-(CORA SCREAMS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
-JADEN: Fuck!
-(CORA YELPS)
(MAYA STRAINS)
JULES: What did you promise
these kids?
Some lunch money?
It seems a little unethical
for someone like you.
Or I guess, right on brand.
Didn't expect a breadcrumb
like this, though!
-Fucking idiot!
-I'm sorry!
-I'm sorry! I didn't know.
-Hell, it's the whole loaf.
CORA: Jaden,
what are you doing?
Jaden, no! No!
Absolutely not!
(BOTH MOUTHING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMING)
(CORA GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(MAYA GRUNTS)
(COUGHING)
JULES: Fucking family?
(MAYA SCREAMING)
-Fuck you!
-MAYA: I should have
fucking killed you!
-Fuck you!
-Fuck...
Oh, shit.
(GUN COCKING)
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
What are you gonna do?
-(OTIS GASPS)
-MAYA: No! No!
(GUN FIRES)
Maya!
Oh, shit!
(GUN CLICKING)
-(CORA GRUNTS)
-(JULES SCREAMS)
(JULES WINCES)
-(GROANS)
-(CORA GASPS)
(GROANS IN PAIN)
(STRAINING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(GASPING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
What the fuck?
(OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING)
(MOUTHING)
OTIS: Oh, shit!
MAYA: I need Jake.
I need... I need...
Oh, shit!
MAYA: I need Jake.
(MAYA GROANING IN PAIN)
OTIS: Maya...
Nice trick...
(GROANS)
Jake... Jake is in the trunk.
He's coming.
Hey, come on.
-(GROANS IN PAIN)
-OTIS: Oh, shit...
Oh, shit!
(BREATHS RAGGEDLY)
Where's Jake?
Yeah...
-Hi, baby.
-Mom!
Hi, baby.
Hi.
Mama's here.
I got you. Mama's right here.
Hi, baby. I got you.
Where's the envelope?
Take this...
You can clean the money...
And take care of Jake.
Just...
Just promise me...
-Promise me you'll split
the money with him.
-Yeah.
I'm so sorry
I lied to you, baby.
-It's okay. Just don't go.
-Oh...
I love you so much.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
You and I just like
Oil and water
And I just can't
shake it off
(SIGHS)
-Hey, guys.
-Yeah?
We can talk about
dorm lotteries or whatever now.
That won't be weird.
This is already weird.
After all this, and all you can
talk about are dorm lotteries.
Well, I thought you'd
appreciate the foresight.
I believe we've learned
the dangers of foresight,
Also, I think I'm asexual.
Don't feel pressure
to label yourself for us.
But I am glad that it only took
kissing your two best friends
to realize that.
And a couple of mobsters.
-And some arson.
-And some arson.
Lots of arson.
(SIGHS)
Who are you calling?
So you finally
came around to that, too.
We need to take
Jake to that woman
who can clean the money.
All right.
Let's vote on it.
All in favor?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Finally, we can agree
on something for once.
Cock a doodle fucking doodle.
JADEN: So, uh...
Where to?
Paris, Texas.
Well, I'm not
navigating this time.
Probably for the best.
It says it's east.
Yeah, no shit.
Well, you're going west.
Right.
Just to be clear,
we aren't kidnapping
this kid, right?
Of course not.
JADEN: I mean,
we're rescuing him.
CORA: I know.
We're just developing
quite the rap sheet.
Yeah, and they don't even
count as extracurriculars.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING
OVER RADIO)
I know I don't know much
I'm going places
I'm going places
Would you come with me?
Could you come with me?
Would you come with me?
Could you come with me?
Isn't it nice
just to have it all?
Roll in the dust
like we'll never fall
I'm going places
But I'm going nowhere
if not with you
I'm going places
But I'm already somewhere
if I'm with you
I know I don't much
But one thing I know
I'm going places
I'm going places
Would you come with me?
Could you come with me?
Would you come with me?
Could you come with me?
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)