Saturday Night Inside Out (2023) Movie Script
1
- Yo, Robbie.
Robbie!
Robbie, dude, let's go smoke.
- Right now?
- Yeah, come on upstairs.
- Dude let's finish-
- I'm geeked, come on.
- Let's finish the song, man.
- No, come on, let's go.
I need some company.
- Fuck you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's exactly
what we were doing, man.
- When we come
we'll grab a drink.
- They got fuckin'
Knob Creek here now.
- You don't want a
watermelon margarita, dude?
- Oh, I had too many of those.
Remember what
happened last time?
- You got sugar high.
- Yeah.
Hey, by the way,
how was the bathroom?
- Fantastic.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Yeah you know I got
that fucking
good shit for you, too.
I just got a good nose.
- You know it, baby.
You're gonna feel like
fuckin' shit tomorrow.
- Yeah, I know.
I gotta go to my parents.
- Here you go.
- Oh, thanks, babe.
- Damn.
Man, I'm starting
to feel old coming here.
- Why do you say that?
- I don't know.
I feel like everyone in there
is just a kid with a fake.
- College kids need to
have their fun too, Floyd.
- Yeah, but like
we had fun in college.
I mean, I feel like
we had somewhere to go
every single night.
- Yeah, all these
kids living off of mommy
and daddy's money
just aren't stimulated
by simple pleasures anymore.
- Apparently.
- Fuck, this is a good song.
Missin' it.
- I feel like
everyone in there is either
too young to be
drinking or way too old,
and they're just trying
to relive their youth.
- Where do we fall
in between all of that?
- I mean, some of those people
in there could be my parents.
- Oh, yeah, I guess, but
I mean, think about it.
When your parents were your age,
they were already
pregnant with your sister.
They were plotting
their futures together.
What does that say about you?
- Geez.
You really know
how to dampen a mood.
- That's me, baby.
- I don't want to have kids,
so I don't
really think about it.
- You're still young.
Still got plenty of time to
change your mind on that.
Are you heading home?
- Yeah.
It's enough for
me for one night.
I'll see
you tomorrow though, all right?
- Sure.
- All right.
- Get home safe.
- I will, man.
- See you later.
- Oh, man.
- Sup, kid?
- Hey, what's up?
- Nothing, same shit.
- Where's Steve?
- Steve's being a prick.
- Got ya.
- Yeah.
So when's the last time
you talked to them?
- Last week, maybe.
- Hm.
- Why?
- Just wondering.
- Anyone want the rest of these?
Everything all right?
- Of course.
Why would you say that?
- 'Cause you're both just
creepily staring at us
while we eat all your food.
- Well, now
that you bring it up.
- We're moving.
- Where?
- Not far,
about an hour from here.
- Closer to the city.
- Further
north, a nice quiet town.
You'll like it.
- When is this happening?
- Well,
we closed on a place
a couple of weeks ago.
- And what do
you think of all this?
- Um, I already knew.
- Floyd, honey, your father
and I have lived in this house
for nearly 30 years.
We moved in
when we were your age.
We don't wanna live
the rest of our years
in a museum of our lives.
- Plus it'll be a nice house
for us to pass to you guys
when, you know,
your mom and I go.
- Jesus, one depressing
topic for today, please.
Your father is just saying
we don't have much time left.
This would be a good
house for either of you
to raise a family in.
- All right,
thanks for the food.
I'm gonna take a break.
- Hey, hook me up, bro.
- Remember when you broke
Bobby Flanagan's nose back here
after he started the
rumor that you had a cock?
You responded
with something like,
"If I had a cock it'd
be bigger than yours."
- Fucker had it coming.
You know he has two kids now.
- No shit.
- Yeah.
- He's been married
for a couple years.
He's getting
his PhD in something fancy.
- Fuck me.
Well, good for him.
- Yeah.
- Bet his nose is
still crooked though.
- I still have a bigger dick.
How's writing coming?
- It's going.
You know how
it is, it ebbs and flows.
It'll come back to me though.
- Look, Floyd,
I know that losing your job
was probably pretty hard,
but you gotta get
back on that horse.
- Seriously, right now?
Mom literally just talked to me
about the exact
same thing inside.
- I'm
just trying to help.
- I don't know how you can help,
you have no idea
what I'm going through.
- Yeah.
Remember when I used to
make movies out here?
I used to take mom and
dad's old video camera
and just film everything.
Soon I had
that camera with me everywhere.
I even got you and your
shitty little friends
to be in a couple of
those movies, remember?
And then I just stopped.
I don't know why
or what caused it.
I just stopped.
You know and I miss it.
And sometimes I think, I
wonder would it be like
if I hadn't stopped making
those movies, you know?
Like, would
they've gotten better?
Could I have been some famous
movie director or something?
I don't know.
No one knows
because I didn't care enough
for it at the time.
I'm not saying I'm
not happy where I'm at.
I am, I'm happy.
I just, I didn't care half
as much about making movies
as you do about writing.
So, I know what
you're going through.
You're just burnt out and
down on yourself right now.
Everyone goes through it.
26 fucking sucks.
You'll get through it.
You talked to Nora lately?
- Jesus, please.
- Floyd, I'm your only sister.
Do you talk to anyone?
You gotta stop suppressing
all your emotions,
it isn't healthy.
- Do we have to talk about
this right here, right now?
I mean, I'm not
trying to be a dick,
but you just literally
lectured me on how to live
the rest of my life.
I think that's good for now.
- You're right.
I always loved that photo.
They look so happy in it.
You know the crazy thing is,
is they look even happier now.
- If you guys need
anything out of the house,
you better come get it soon.
- Will do, Ma.
- Okay.
- Bye, kiddo.
- Bye, Dad.
- Bye, Ma.
- If you need anything
just call, okay?
Please call.
- I will.
- Drive safe.
- Always do.
See ya, Dad.
- All right, see ya.
- Thank you.
- We love you guys.
- Love you, too.
- Yeah, love you too, Dad.
Hey, promise
you'll call me more, okay?
- I promise.
- Okay.
And I promise I'll
come and see you soon.
- For sure.
- Hey, Floyd, love you.
- Love you, too.
- Stops smoking so much weed.
- You're such a noisy eater.
- What's up, dude?
- Yo.
Smells good in here.
- Thanks.
You want any?
- Nah, I'm good.
I just came from my
parents, ate all their food.
- Nice, how are they doing?
- They're moving actually.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- That's fucked up.
- Right?
I feel like
they just blindsided me.
- Good morning, everybody.
- Hey.
- Oh, the whole gang's here.
What's up, dudes?
- Not too much,
what's up with you?
- Nothing much.
Just starving over here.
- Just a few more
minutes, you beast.
- What'd you guys do last night?
- Hit the bars
with a few friends.
- No surprise there.
We went to see
a friend's new art show.
- Ooh la la,
you guys are so fancy.
- Uh uh, don't do that.
Just because
you guys are fucking lame.
- Hey, me and
Robbie went out last night
and we had a great time.
- So you guys just
went to the club again
and snorted cheap
coke off a dirty toilet?
- Actually, yeah.
That's frighteningly accurate.
- Oh, well,
how about tonight though,
you try not to be so lame
and come out with us.
Supposedly there's this
huge party that my boss's
fancy friend is throwing,
some going away party.
Usually this type of thing
would be pretty exclusive,
but since you guys know
me and I'm fuckin' cool,
I can get you all in.
- That sounds
pretentious as fuck.
Coming from the writer.
- Yeah, fuck it, I'm in.
- You in?
- I don't know, Robbie
has this thing tonight-
- Come after, you can even
bring Robbie along with you.
He'll love all
the pretentious people.
- We'll see.
- Come on, how long how
has it been since all of us
hung out together?
- We literally went out
to eat a few days ago.
- Come on, you'll
really love this party.
- Fine, I'll come.
- Perfect.
James and I have dinner before
and then we'll rendezvous
here tonight, okay?
- Yeah,
sounds good to me.
- All right, just let
me know when and where.
I'm gonna go get some
writing done though, okay?
- At least he's coming.
- Yeah, what's up?
- Yo, sorry, just
wondering if you wanna tag along
to the record store.
- Uh, yeah, actually I do.
Can you give me 15 to shower?
- Yeah, for sure.
Mm, you ready?
- Yes, sir.
You driving?
- Didn't I ask
you to come with me?
- Just making sure.
- Let's get the fuck outta here.
So you bringing anybody tonight?
- I mean, I was
gonna ask Robbie to come.
- Oh, that reminds me.
You think it's cool if
I tag along to Robbie's
little get together?
- Yeah,
dude, I don't care.
- Sweet.
Hopefully there'll be some
nice girls there, huh?
- Yeah, dude.
- So, you talking
to anybody lately?
- Nah.
I don't know if I could
handle something like that
right now to be honest.
- Yeah, man.
I seriously understand that.
You gotta work
on yourself first.
- Thanks, dad.
- Yeah, I know, I'm a total dad.
I guess I'm just ready
to settle down myself.
You know?
- Really?
Already?
- Why do you think
I hit the bar so much?
- I don't
know, to get drunk.
- Well, to an extent, yes.
But I don't know, man.
Just trying to meet someone.
- I don't know
if the bars are the best
place for that, man.
- I know.
Ugh, I know, but.
Like you have
your scene and James and Ali
have been together forever.
I've tried
the whole dating app thing.
I just don't
know where else to go.
- I met Nora at some random show
in some random dude's apartment.
This guy literally played static
noise for like 20 minutes,
and then everyone left.
I was actually kind of
into it, so I stuck around
By the end of the night,
when he was done playing,
there were only two people
left in his apartment.
Me and Nora.
- What happened between you two?
It's been months, man.
You have to talk about it.
- Clark, please.
- Was it losing your job?
You know, I know you've
been taking it rough,
but I think-
- Dude!
- It's time you talk to somebody
about what you're going through.
Losing your job and the love
of your life at the same time
can really fuck somebody up.
- Clark, please
just shut the fuck up, dude.
What is with everybody today?
- Floyd?
- Hey, Joanna.
What's up?
How are you?
- I'm good, how are you?
I haven't seen you in a while.
- Yeah, just
been busy, you know,
doing nothing actually.
Absolutely nothing.
- Are you still with...
- Nora?
Nah, we're not together anymore.
- Oh.
- What have you got there?
- Oh, just
a couple things I picked up.
- Can I check 'em out?
I love this album.
Yes.
- Okay.
- Okay, okay, I approve.
Oh I was literally just
listening to this earlier.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Got some good taste.
- I guess so.
- Hey, Joanna.
Clark, hi, how are you?
- I'm swell.
Will we be seeing you at
the party later tonight?
- Yeah,
are you guys going?
- We'll be
there with bells on.
Oh, shit.
I gotta run.
But yeah, it was good
bumping into you guys.
- Yes, definitely.
- See you later.
Floyd.
- Stop staring, creep.
Little "Old Blue Eyes."
- Oh yeah, it's the good stuff.
We don't have this do we?
- I don't think so.
Shit.
I forgot where I parked.
- Yo, what's up?
- Yo, man, you're
coming tonight, right?
- Yeah, I'll be there.
- Don't sound too
fuckin' happy about it.
- Fuck
off, I'll be there.
Is it cool if
I bring Clark, too?
- Yeah, man,
more the fuckin' merrier.
- All right, dope.
I think we're going out
with them tonight, too.
- Whoa, you guys are all
going out tonight for real?
- Yeah, why not?
- I don't know.
It, it's just
been a while since you,
since you guys
have all gone out.
What are you guys doing?
Is it gonna be, gonna be fun?
Mind if I tag along?
- What about that dinner
party you got going on?
- Dude, fuck
the dinner party, man.
It's my house, my rules.
They will leave
when I tell them to leave.
- Okay, can't argue with that.
It's some party through
someone Alli knows too.
- Alli knows him?
Yo, this person's gotta-
- Yeah.
- Be loaded then.
Oh , oh,
this is gonna be sick.
- All right, all right-
- What are you gonna wear?
- All right, Robbie.
- This is huge.
This is a very
important question-
- All right,
I'll talk to you later.
- Because I need
to decide what it is
that I'm gonna wear and-
Floyd?
Floyd?
Fuckin' kick his ass later.
One more, there it is.
Oh.
We got 'em.
- Hey, Floyd.
- What?
- You hungry?
- Yeah, actually, I am.
Sup, y'all?
- Yo.
- Ooh, that looks bomb.
- Good ole
spaghetti and meatballs.
- Just like
a mama used to make it.
- Down to
the blood and sweat.
- Hey, buddies.
- Hey, buddy, buddy.
- So, why are
we not drinking right now?
- I have no idea.
- That song slaps.
It's like, hey, hey.
- All right, with that,
I'm gonna go smoke.
Anyone wanna join?
- Yeah, I'll join you.
- All right, let's go.
- You smoking this shit?
- Mm hm.
I was gonna say
that if you didn't,
so it's cool.
Yes.
- Thank you, sir.
You know, I'm really glad
that you're coming out
with us tonight.
It's been a while.
- I know, man.
You know, it's
just with Robbie moving
downtown and everything-
- Oh, it's fine, man.
I understand.
You guys have been best
friends your whole life.
It's just that,
you know, Alli and I,
we're starting to get a
little bit serious, too.
- Yeah, no shit.
- We're actually looking
at a place together.
- That's awesome, man.
I mean, it was only a
matter of time, right?
- It is a big step, but
I think we're ready.
God, so much has
changed since college.
Who would've
thought two random roomies
would've lasted for so long.
- Guess we just have to
enjoy it while we can, right?
- Sorry to
interrupt this make out sesh,
but we gotta get going.
- I'm ready now.
See you tonight?
- Yes, sir.
See you guys later.
- All right.
- Yo,
you almost ready to go?
- Fuck it, why not?
- Fuck it, let's go.
You driving?
- I guess so.
- All right, cool.
Lemme grab the keys real quick.
- Dude, have you
ever been Spiteful Brewery?
- No, man.
- Ah, it's the best.
I had their Helles lager.
It's like
the best beer I've ever had.
- Yo, what's up, guys?
- Sup?
- Yo.
- Floyd, my boy!
- What's up?
- Welcome, baby.
Thanks for coming man.
- Mm hm.
- You fuckin' hottie.
Bring it in.
Damn you look so good.
You've been playing tennis.
- Jesus Christ.
- Let's get fucked up.
Who wants to drink?
Let's go.
- Yeah, that's all I want.
- What do you
want, what do you want?
- I don't care.
- So, Clark,
what have you been up to?
- I've actually been
developing a new app lately.
- Yeah,
you and everyone else.
- Nah, this
isn't some random idea
some stoned kid came up with.
- Isn't it though?
- All right, it is.
But what I mean is this
is a long gestating idea.
- Okay, well what is it?
- All right.
Basically it's
an algorithm that scans
your social media
profiles, internet history,
whatever else you consent to,
and then it shows you
things you might like.
- What do you mean?
- You know, movies, music,
books, maybe even food.
The algorithm
breaks down who made what,
what genre it belongs to,
what your tastes
gravitate to most.
- Well, fuck me.
That's honestly a pretty
damn good idea, Clark.
- There's just too much new
shit coming out every day
to keep up with.
I'm hoping this creates a
through line to everyone's
specific taste to
that type of stuff.
- Cheers to that.
- Finally,
something
that could help me decide
what the fuck
I need to watch sometimes.
- And what have you been up to?
- Well, I-
- He's finishing up his book.
It's incredible.
- Floyd.
- I didn't know
you were writing a book.
What's it about?
- It's a photography
book actually.
I know this sounds cliche,
but it's about
people in the city.
You know, ever
since I moved here,
I've just felt
this sense of energy
and life flow through me.
I feel like a lot of artists,
hell, not even artists,
everybody that lives here
feels that exact same thing.
That's what gets people up
out of bed in the morning.
I don't, I don't know.
Growing up where we
did it just always felt
like we were stuck.
Here, I don't feel stuck.
- Damn, that's deep.
- That is what he said, Clark.
- Fuck you.
I need another drink.
- Let's go smoke this fucker.
- All right, fuck it.
- Let's go.
- I can feel you
wanting to say something to me.
- Are you doing okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- When was the last
time you talked to Nora?
- Jesus
fucking Christ, dude.
Not now, please.
- When was it?
- I don't remember.
- Well then you need to stop
going to the club so much.
- You're
the one who makes me go.
- Then fucking say no every
once in a while, fucker.
- I haven't
talked to her in months.
Although I did try
calling her last week.
- And?
- And
she answered and I hung up.
- Didn't
she try to call you back?
- I star 67'd her so
she wouldn't know it was me.
- That's uh, that's a
little, little creepy.
It's understandable, I guess.
Well, I, I saw her a
couple weeks ago actually.
- Saw who?
- The Queen of England.
Fuckin' Nora.
I wanted to tell you,
I just wasn't really sure if
it was a good idea or not.
- All right,
well, what'd she say?
- She, uh, she wanted
to know how you were doing,
what you've been up to.
- And what'd you say?
- Well, shit.
I tried to make it sound
as nice as possible.
She still
really cares about you.
She seemed really concerned.
- Well, that's nice.
I guess.
- Not like that, Floyd.
She still loves you.
Look, man, we are getting
to that point in our lives
where we have to really
go after what we love.
As much as I hate to say it,
we are not those kids getting
drunk in your dorm anymore.
You know, they say that time
starts to go by 20% faster
after you reach the age of 20?
At first,
I thought it was bullshit.
But you know what?
I think they're right.
Time is flying by and you
need to grasp onto anything
that makes you happy and hold
on for dear fucking life.
Kind of like you're
holding onto this bitch
for dear fuckin' life.
Hogging that motherfucker.
It's good shit.
It's good shit, man.
- Fuck the Red Wings.
- Eat shit.
- Have a good night, man.
- Hey, you too.
- Not so fast.
- Thanks for coming, baby.
Katey.
Get home safe.
All right,
where's this fuckin' party?
- West-side.
- West-side?
- Yep.
- That sounds Gucci,
let's get rolling.
- Is it cool if I leave
my car parked here?
- Yes, let me grab
you a sticker, Clark.
All right.
- Fly's undone.
- Suck my dick.
To the train!
- To the train.
- All right, let's go.
Let's fucking go.
Clark?
Clark, you get outta my candy.
Close the door.
- I need one for the road.
- Lock it behind you.
- All right, all right,
all right.
- Hey, Robbie, you ever
been to a blind date
at that Roscoe's club-
- Oh, fuck yeah I have.
- Hey, Floyd, Clark!
- Come on, man,
I'm really not
proud of that shit.
- Hey, Joanna.
- Hey.
- Hey, guys.
What's up?
- Not much.
Long time no see.
- Seriously.
I ran into these guys at
the record store earlier.
- Oh shit.
- You live around here?
- Yeah, actually,
just a couple blocks that way.
You guys headed to the party?
- Are we heading to the party?
- Yeah, actually we are.
- Of course we are.
- You two wanna come with?
- Yeah, sure.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
- All right, oh
Robbie, this is Joanna.
- Joanna, senorita.
- Hi.
- And is uh...
- I'm Lisa.
- Lisa.
- Lisa, Lisa.
You guys are so fucking awkward.
Let's go.
What is going on
with you and Joanna?
- Dude, God,
you're such a nosy fucker.
You know that?
- Dude, get outta here
with that bullshit.
She was fucking
you with her brown eyes
the entire time on the train.
- I mean, dude, she's
cool and all, but like-
- Shut the fuck up.
- Jesus.
- You gotta get
your shit together.
Prime time
opportunity right there.
Look at that steak.
- Fucking that random girl
is gonna help with that?
- It's a fucking start, Floyd.
- I don't think so, man.
What?
- Turn around,
we're going the wrong way.
- Clark, you fucking idiot.
- Hey, man, not
all who wander are lost.
We'll get to this fuckin' party.
Yo.
Yeah, I think
we're almost there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we're almost there.
Well, come let us in.
For sure, thanks.
He's sending someone down.
- Hey, you got us here.
Congrats.
- I did it.
Follow me.
- Deep squat, man.
- Dude, you
are obsessed with this-
- I'm kidding.
- Welcome, everyone.
My name is Jean.
I am the proprietor
of this household.
I'll keep it short.
The drinks are upstairs.
Please enjoy yourselves.
- All right.
- Go right on in,
just watch your step in.
You'll be fine.
- So simple.
- Hi, welcome.
Hi, sweetie, how are you?
- Thank you so much.
- Hi, love the curly hair.
- Thank you.
- You try our
sangria, I know you love it.
- Let's go.
- If I were straight,
I would marry
the fuck outta that woman!
- There you are.
- What's up, man?
- Let's do it.
- Yeah, we're taking shots.
- You're still taking shots?
- Shotskis.
- I'm right with you.
- One for you.
- Hey!
- I got you.
- All right, let's dance.
- Is that for Joanna?
- Yo, yes.
- Looks like
you two are getting along.
Are you having fun?
- Oh yeah.
Oh yeah, this place is sweet.
- Let's go
outside and get some air.
- I'm waiting for Joanna.
- She's a grown woman.
She'll find us.
And plus it's
hot as fuck in here.
Come on.
- So, you and
James moving in together?
- He told you, huh?
It's weird, you know?
It's like we're getting so old.
- You two are moving in together
and you still don't
remember how you first met.
- Do I fully remember it?
No, I don't, but I do
have some vague moments.
Last thing I remember about
that night was you and I
begging that creepy
dude outside of 711
to buy us a box of wine.
- Oh my gosh.
That dude was legend.
- He was, he was.
- I completely
forgot about that.
And then we went to that
awful, awful show in that loft.
- I hated that place.
- You didn't hate that place.
We saw some decent shit there.
- Yeah, maybe to you.
- Man.
- Man.
- We were so
wine drunk that night,
we made fools of ourselves.
- We did.
- Seriously, Alli, I can't
even begin to tell you
how happy it makes me
to see how much you guys
have just grown together.
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what?
- I don't know.
We used to be so close.
I used to
always be there for you,
even when I was with James.
And now look at you.
I am so sorry that I
was not there for you.
I know how hard
it's been without Nora.
I've just been caught up
with all my shit with James-
- Stop it, stop it, please.
It's not your fault.
Okay?
- Okay.
Okay, I'm good.
- Ready to go back inside?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Sorry, I just stepped outside
to get a little fresh air.
- Oh, it's no problem.
Do you wanna go somewhere
a little quieter?
- Yeah, I'd love that.
- Cool stuff.
So, what do you write?
- Uh, I write nonfiction.
I write fiction.
Poetry for sure, that's
my favorite actually.
And I journal a lot.
You know, I just really write
down what comes to mind.
I used to write for a
local publication, too.
And then they went under.
No one really reads physical
news anymore, you know?
- Yeah, I read
everything on my phone.
- I know, so do I.
That's why I can't even be mad.
- Well at least you
know what you wanna do.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Seriously, you
should feel good about that.
- Why is that?
- Because you get to know.
I'm 26-years-old and I
have absolutely no idea
what I'm gonna do with my life.
When we were 18 that was
okay, but now it's just...
- Hey, I mean,
we're still young.
You still have
time to figure it out.
- No, not really.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna get some air.
- You aren't
supposed to be in here.
- Oh, shit.
Sorry, I just...
- Why was that girl crying?
- What?
- The girl that just
came out of here a moment ago,
she was crying.
Why?
- We were just talking.
- About what?
- Life, I guess.
- Ah, that explains it.
How's your night going?
- It's been
a little weird to be honest.
- It's okay to
indulge in the weirdness
every once in a while.
- You're in
the art world, I see.
- Art world,
I guess you can call it that.
- You curate stuff, right?
- From time to time.
What I'm also trying to do is
help artists find their voice.
There's a lot of untapped
potential in this world.
What do you do?
- I write.
- Oh, you get it then.
It's important
to keep art alive.
Now more than ever.
People need to
feel things, you know?
All so obsessed with making
money, nothing feels real.
- Well, you're clearly
doing all right with money.
- You're a bit sour, aren't you?
Money comes and goes.
Staying true to yourself,
that's what's most important.
I don't know, I just,
I feel like it's time to
get away from this city,
but it's hard.
Are you from around here?
Well, then you understand.
Seems like everything
you'll ever need is here,
so why leave?
Then you feel like you're
missing out on much else.
The east coast is
so rude and entitled,
and the west is full of snobs.
Those are not my type of people.
I don't know,
maybe I'm just generalizing.
Maybe I'm just scared.
I just know I'm
tired of it here.
but I know the moment
I'm gone, I'll miss it.
My God, you're just having
one depressing conversation
after the next.
It has been a weird night.
I'm gonna give
you a couple minutes.
All right, I'm so glad you came.
Tell your mom, hi, okay?
- Will do.
- All right, bye.
- Bye.
- Thank you.
- Call me okay?
- All right.
- Aw, I'm so happy
that you came.
Thanks for coming.
Robbie, I know, I know.
I'm so glad you had fun.
Be safe.
- I love, I love you.
- I love you, too, dear.
All right, bye.
The trespasser.
I hope you enjoyed your night,
even if it was a little weird.
- Thank you.
I hope everything
ends up well for you.
- Thank you.
Seriously, thank you.
- I'll see ya.
Hey, wait up.
Three, four, five, six.
- So are
we grabbing food or what?
- Actually-
- Yes.
- I'm gonna go
grab a drink with Lisa.
- Aw.
- Oh, man.
- Clark, you little slut.
- Ah, fuck 'em, let's go eat.
- I'll see y'all tomorrow.
- Ooh, next train
is in eight minutes.
- Ooh.
- We gotta go.
- All right, we gotta go then.
All right, all
right, all right, let's go.
Later, bro.
- See ya.
- Love you, buddy.
- Hey, are we even sure
the train is that way?
- Yeah, I think
it's somewhere over-
- Come on.
- All right, fine.
Oh my God.
- Hey, so what are
you guys up to next?
- Man, I'm going home.
Fucking tired and cold and-
- Boo!
Come on, guys,
the night is young.
- No chance, man.
- Let's keep it going.
- I'm going home, I'm done.
- Come on.
Oh, my God.
- I'm done.
I'm down for the count.
- All right, fine.
- Well, we're crashing
at her place tonight.
So, lock up when you get back.
- Yeah, for sure.
- All right.
- Later, bro.
- Good to see you, man.
- You and
me, sleep over tonight?
My bed.
- Really, Floyd?
- No, I'm not sharing
a fuckin' bed with you.
- I don't know
why you would that.
Don't do that to him.
- Yeah!
- Hey!
- Girl, I fuckin' love you.
- I love you too.
- You stay safe out there.
All right?
- You too, bro.
Get home safe.
- You be easy on that burger.
- Oh, I won't.
- Take care of this man.
- I will.
- Red line, my man?
- Yeah, let's go.
- That-a way?
- That-a way.
So what are you doing tomorrow?
- I dunno, man.
I might get back to writing.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
Think you're gonna be able
to socialize without me?
- Oh.
Oh, yeah, of course, man.
What's with
that fuckin' bullshit?
- Great.
- No, I think that's good.
You should get back to it.
- I agree.
It's long overdue.
- Yeah, it is.
But I don't,
I don't worry about you
as much as everyone else does.
- Yeah, you really don't.
I don't know how to feel
about that to be honest.
Mm.
- Feel this bitch.
- A little shmokey?
- A little shmokey!
Jean is so fuckin' hot.
- Keep dreaming, bro.
- Well, I'm gonna marry her.
I'm telling you.
- Yeah.
You're gonna marry Clark-
- Stop!
You know, I don't
consider that settling.
- He has a good dad bod.
You can takes some naps on it.
- That doesn't sound so bad.
- This is you.
- This is me, baby.
- Get home safe.
- I will, man.
- All right.
- Oh, wait, shit.
- What?
Oh, okay.
Okay.
See ya, dude.
- Hey.
Sorry if
I scared you back there.
I tried calling your name,
but you always listen
to your headphones so loud.
- Yeah.
- How have you been doing?
I tried reaching out to
you, but you didn't answer.
And I don't know if it's
because if you missed it
or you just
didn't wanna talk to me.
I mean, either
way, it's fine I guess.
I understand.
Jesus, will you say something?
- I'm sorry, I just, I
don't know what to say.
- Me, too.
I mean, finding you on the
fucking train of all places.
- I know, right?
- Have you been writing lately?
- A little bit.
You know, I'm starting
to get some momentum.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
- I think you need that.
I did always
love what you wrote.
- How about you?
How you been?
- I've been okay.
I went back to my parents'
house for a little bit
just to kinda get my mind right.
- How was that?
I know you can
only spend a few days
there before going insane.
- Yeah, it was the worst.
I mean, obviously seeing my
parents is always really nice,
but my friends back home,
they're just fucking stuck
and I can barely handle it.
So I got back
here as soon as I could.
And now I'm just staying
with my friend, Rachel.
And then other than that,
I've just been
burying my head in work.
- Sounds about right.
That's what you always did.
I'm sorry.
- For what?
- Come on.
- I'm sorry, too.
I miss you.
- I miss you, too.
Shit.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
Rachel's waiting for me.
- Can we talk soon?
- Yeah, we can.
Bye.
- Yo, Robbie.
Robbie!
Robbie, dude, let's go smoke.
- Right now?
- Yeah, come on upstairs.
- Dude let's finish-
- I'm geeked, come on.
- Let's finish the song, man.
- No, come on, let's go.
I need some company.
- Fuck you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's exactly
what we were doing, man.
- When we come
we'll grab a drink.
- They got fuckin'
Knob Creek here now.
- You don't want a
watermelon margarita, dude?
- Oh, I had too many of those.
Remember what
happened last time?
- You got sugar high.
- Yeah.
Hey, by the way,
how was the bathroom?
- Fantastic.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Yeah you know I got
that fucking
good shit for you, too.
I just got a good nose.
- You know it, baby.
You're gonna feel like
fuckin' shit tomorrow.
- Yeah, I know.
I gotta go to my parents.
- Here you go.
- Oh, thanks, babe.
- Damn.
Man, I'm starting
to feel old coming here.
- Why do you say that?
- I don't know.
I feel like everyone in there
is just a kid with a fake.
- College kids need to
have their fun too, Floyd.
- Yeah, but like
we had fun in college.
I mean, I feel like
we had somewhere to go
every single night.
- Yeah, all these
kids living off of mommy
and daddy's money
just aren't stimulated
by simple pleasures anymore.
- Apparently.
- Fuck, this is a good song.
Missin' it.
- I feel like
everyone in there is either
too young to be
drinking or way too old,
and they're just trying
to relive their youth.
- Where do we fall
in between all of that?
- I mean, some of those people
in there could be my parents.
- Oh, yeah, I guess, but
I mean, think about it.
When your parents were your age,
they were already
pregnant with your sister.
They were plotting
their futures together.
What does that say about you?
- Geez.
You really know
how to dampen a mood.
- That's me, baby.
- I don't want to have kids,
so I don't
really think about it.
- You're still young.
Still got plenty of time to
change your mind on that.
Are you heading home?
- Yeah.
It's enough for
me for one night.
I'll see
you tomorrow though, all right?
- Sure.
- All right.
- Get home safe.
- I will, man.
- See you later.
- Oh, man.
- Sup, kid?
- Hey, what's up?
- Nothing, same shit.
- Where's Steve?
- Steve's being a prick.
- Got ya.
- Yeah.
So when's the last time
you talked to them?
- Last week, maybe.
- Hm.
- Why?
- Just wondering.
- Anyone want the rest of these?
Everything all right?
- Of course.
Why would you say that?
- 'Cause you're both just
creepily staring at us
while we eat all your food.
- Well, now
that you bring it up.
- We're moving.
- Where?
- Not far,
about an hour from here.
- Closer to the city.
- Further
north, a nice quiet town.
You'll like it.
- When is this happening?
- Well,
we closed on a place
a couple of weeks ago.
- And what do
you think of all this?
- Um, I already knew.
- Floyd, honey, your father
and I have lived in this house
for nearly 30 years.
We moved in
when we were your age.
We don't wanna live
the rest of our years
in a museum of our lives.
- Plus it'll be a nice house
for us to pass to you guys
when, you know,
your mom and I go.
- Jesus, one depressing
topic for today, please.
Your father is just saying
we don't have much time left.
This would be a good
house for either of you
to raise a family in.
- All right,
thanks for the food.
I'm gonna take a break.
- Hey, hook me up, bro.
- Remember when you broke
Bobby Flanagan's nose back here
after he started the
rumor that you had a cock?
You responded
with something like,
"If I had a cock it'd
be bigger than yours."
- Fucker had it coming.
You know he has two kids now.
- No shit.
- Yeah.
- He's been married
for a couple years.
He's getting
his PhD in something fancy.
- Fuck me.
Well, good for him.
- Yeah.
- Bet his nose is
still crooked though.
- I still have a bigger dick.
How's writing coming?
- It's going.
You know how
it is, it ebbs and flows.
It'll come back to me though.
- Look, Floyd,
I know that losing your job
was probably pretty hard,
but you gotta get
back on that horse.
- Seriously, right now?
Mom literally just talked to me
about the exact
same thing inside.
- I'm
just trying to help.
- I don't know how you can help,
you have no idea
what I'm going through.
- Yeah.
Remember when I used to
make movies out here?
I used to take mom and
dad's old video camera
and just film everything.
Soon I had
that camera with me everywhere.
I even got you and your
shitty little friends
to be in a couple of
those movies, remember?
And then I just stopped.
I don't know why
or what caused it.
I just stopped.
You know and I miss it.
And sometimes I think, I
wonder would it be like
if I hadn't stopped making
those movies, you know?
Like, would
they've gotten better?
Could I have been some famous
movie director or something?
I don't know.
No one knows
because I didn't care enough
for it at the time.
I'm not saying I'm
not happy where I'm at.
I am, I'm happy.
I just, I didn't care half
as much about making movies
as you do about writing.
So, I know what
you're going through.
You're just burnt out and
down on yourself right now.
Everyone goes through it.
26 fucking sucks.
You'll get through it.
You talked to Nora lately?
- Jesus, please.
- Floyd, I'm your only sister.
Do you talk to anyone?
You gotta stop suppressing
all your emotions,
it isn't healthy.
- Do we have to talk about
this right here, right now?
I mean, I'm not
trying to be a dick,
but you just literally
lectured me on how to live
the rest of my life.
I think that's good for now.
- You're right.
I always loved that photo.
They look so happy in it.
You know the crazy thing is,
is they look even happier now.
- If you guys need
anything out of the house,
you better come get it soon.
- Will do, Ma.
- Okay.
- Bye, kiddo.
- Bye, Dad.
- Bye, Ma.
- If you need anything
just call, okay?
Please call.
- I will.
- Drive safe.
- Always do.
See ya, Dad.
- All right, see ya.
- Thank you.
- We love you guys.
- Love you, too.
- Yeah, love you too, Dad.
Hey, promise
you'll call me more, okay?
- I promise.
- Okay.
And I promise I'll
come and see you soon.
- For sure.
- Hey, Floyd, love you.
- Love you, too.
- Stops smoking so much weed.
- You're such a noisy eater.
- What's up, dude?
- Yo.
Smells good in here.
- Thanks.
You want any?
- Nah, I'm good.
I just came from my
parents, ate all their food.
- Nice, how are they doing?
- They're moving actually.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- That's fucked up.
- Right?
I feel like
they just blindsided me.
- Good morning, everybody.
- Hey.
- Oh, the whole gang's here.
What's up, dudes?
- Not too much,
what's up with you?
- Nothing much.
Just starving over here.
- Just a few more
minutes, you beast.
- What'd you guys do last night?
- Hit the bars
with a few friends.
- No surprise there.
We went to see
a friend's new art show.
- Ooh la la,
you guys are so fancy.
- Uh uh, don't do that.
Just because
you guys are fucking lame.
- Hey, me and
Robbie went out last night
and we had a great time.
- So you guys just
went to the club again
and snorted cheap
coke off a dirty toilet?
- Actually, yeah.
That's frighteningly accurate.
- Oh, well,
how about tonight though,
you try not to be so lame
and come out with us.
Supposedly there's this
huge party that my boss's
fancy friend is throwing,
some going away party.
Usually this type of thing
would be pretty exclusive,
but since you guys know
me and I'm fuckin' cool,
I can get you all in.
- That sounds
pretentious as fuck.
Coming from the writer.
- Yeah, fuck it, I'm in.
- You in?
- I don't know, Robbie
has this thing tonight-
- Come after, you can even
bring Robbie along with you.
He'll love all
the pretentious people.
- We'll see.
- Come on, how long how
has it been since all of us
hung out together?
- We literally went out
to eat a few days ago.
- Come on, you'll
really love this party.
- Fine, I'll come.
- Perfect.
James and I have dinner before
and then we'll rendezvous
here tonight, okay?
- Yeah,
sounds good to me.
- All right, just let
me know when and where.
I'm gonna go get some
writing done though, okay?
- At least he's coming.
- Yeah, what's up?
- Yo, sorry, just
wondering if you wanna tag along
to the record store.
- Uh, yeah, actually I do.
Can you give me 15 to shower?
- Yeah, for sure.
Mm, you ready?
- Yes, sir.
You driving?
- Didn't I ask
you to come with me?
- Just making sure.
- Let's get the fuck outta here.
So you bringing anybody tonight?
- I mean, I was
gonna ask Robbie to come.
- Oh, that reminds me.
You think it's cool if
I tag along to Robbie's
little get together?
- Yeah,
dude, I don't care.
- Sweet.
Hopefully there'll be some
nice girls there, huh?
- Yeah, dude.
- So, you talking
to anybody lately?
- Nah.
I don't know if I could
handle something like that
right now to be honest.
- Yeah, man.
I seriously understand that.
You gotta work
on yourself first.
- Thanks, dad.
- Yeah, I know, I'm a total dad.
I guess I'm just ready
to settle down myself.
You know?
- Really?
Already?
- Why do you think
I hit the bar so much?
- I don't
know, to get drunk.
- Well, to an extent, yes.
But I don't know, man.
Just trying to meet someone.
- I don't know
if the bars are the best
place for that, man.
- I know.
Ugh, I know, but.
Like you have
your scene and James and Ali
have been together forever.
I've tried
the whole dating app thing.
I just don't
know where else to go.
- I met Nora at some random show
in some random dude's apartment.
This guy literally played static
noise for like 20 minutes,
and then everyone left.
I was actually kind of
into it, so I stuck around
By the end of the night,
when he was done playing,
there were only two people
left in his apartment.
Me and Nora.
- What happened between you two?
It's been months, man.
You have to talk about it.
- Clark, please.
- Was it losing your job?
You know, I know you've
been taking it rough,
but I think-
- Dude!
- It's time you talk to somebody
about what you're going through.
Losing your job and the love
of your life at the same time
can really fuck somebody up.
- Clark, please
just shut the fuck up, dude.
What is with everybody today?
- Floyd?
- Hey, Joanna.
What's up?
How are you?
- I'm good, how are you?
I haven't seen you in a while.
- Yeah, just
been busy, you know,
doing nothing actually.
Absolutely nothing.
- Are you still with...
- Nora?
Nah, we're not together anymore.
- Oh.
- What have you got there?
- Oh, just
a couple things I picked up.
- Can I check 'em out?
I love this album.
Yes.
- Okay.
- Okay, okay, I approve.
Oh I was literally just
listening to this earlier.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Got some good taste.
- I guess so.
- Hey, Joanna.
Clark, hi, how are you?
- I'm swell.
Will we be seeing you at
the party later tonight?
- Yeah,
are you guys going?
- We'll be
there with bells on.
Oh, shit.
I gotta run.
But yeah, it was good
bumping into you guys.
- Yes, definitely.
- See you later.
Floyd.
- Stop staring, creep.
Little "Old Blue Eyes."
- Oh yeah, it's the good stuff.
We don't have this do we?
- I don't think so.
Shit.
I forgot where I parked.
- Yo, what's up?
- Yo, man, you're
coming tonight, right?
- Yeah, I'll be there.
- Don't sound too
fuckin' happy about it.
- Fuck
off, I'll be there.
Is it cool if
I bring Clark, too?
- Yeah, man,
more the fuckin' merrier.
- All right, dope.
I think we're going out
with them tonight, too.
- Whoa, you guys are all
going out tonight for real?
- Yeah, why not?
- I don't know.
It, it's just
been a while since you,
since you guys
have all gone out.
What are you guys doing?
Is it gonna be, gonna be fun?
Mind if I tag along?
- What about that dinner
party you got going on?
- Dude, fuck
the dinner party, man.
It's my house, my rules.
They will leave
when I tell them to leave.
- Okay, can't argue with that.
It's some party through
someone Alli knows too.
- Alli knows him?
Yo, this person's gotta-
- Yeah.
- Be loaded then.
Oh , oh,
this is gonna be sick.
- All right, all right-
- What are you gonna wear?
- All right, Robbie.
- This is huge.
This is a very
important question-
- All right,
I'll talk to you later.
- Because I need
to decide what it is
that I'm gonna wear and-
Floyd?
Floyd?
Fuckin' kick his ass later.
One more, there it is.
Oh.
We got 'em.
- Hey, Floyd.
- What?
- You hungry?
- Yeah, actually, I am.
Sup, y'all?
- Yo.
- Ooh, that looks bomb.
- Good ole
spaghetti and meatballs.
- Just like
a mama used to make it.
- Down to
the blood and sweat.
- Hey, buddies.
- Hey, buddy, buddy.
- So, why are
we not drinking right now?
- I have no idea.
- That song slaps.
It's like, hey, hey.
- All right, with that,
I'm gonna go smoke.
Anyone wanna join?
- Yeah, I'll join you.
- All right, let's go.
- You smoking this shit?
- Mm hm.
I was gonna say
that if you didn't,
so it's cool.
Yes.
- Thank you, sir.
You know, I'm really glad
that you're coming out
with us tonight.
It's been a while.
- I know, man.
You know, it's
just with Robbie moving
downtown and everything-
- Oh, it's fine, man.
I understand.
You guys have been best
friends your whole life.
It's just that,
you know, Alli and I,
we're starting to get a
little bit serious, too.
- Yeah, no shit.
- We're actually looking
at a place together.
- That's awesome, man.
I mean, it was only a
matter of time, right?
- It is a big step, but
I think we're ready.
God, so much has
changed since college.
Who would've
thought two random roomies
would've lasted for so long.
- Guess we just have to
enjoy it while we can, right?
- Sorry to
interrupt this make out sesh,
but we gotta get going.
- I'm ready now.
See you tonight?
- Yes, sir.
See you guys later.
- All right.
- Yo,
you almost ready to go?
- Fuck it, why not?
- Fuck it, let's go.
You driving?
- I guess so.
- All right, cool.
Lemme grab the keys real quick.
- Dude, have you
ever been Spiteful Brewery?
- No, man.
- Ah, it's the best.
I had their Helles lager.
It's like
the best beer I've ever had.
- Yo, what's up, guys?
- Sup?
- Yo.
- Floyd, my boy!
- What's up?
- Welcome, baby.
Thanks for coming man.
- Mm hm.
- You fuckin' hottie.
Bring it in.
Damn you look so good.
You've been playing tennis.
- Jesus Christ.
- Let's get fucked up.
Who wants to drink?
Let's go.
- Yeah, that's all I want.
- What do you
want, what do you want?
- I don't care.
- So, Clark,
what have you been up to?
- I've actually been
developing a new app lately.
- Yeah,
you and everyone else.
- Nah, this
isn't some random idea
some stoned kid came up with.
- Isn't it though?
- All right, it is.
But what I mean is this
is a long gestating idea.
- Okay, well what is it?
- All right.
Basically it's
an algorithm that scans
your social media
profiles, internet history,
whatever else you consent to,
and then it shows you
things you might like.
- What do you mean?
- You know, movies, music,
books, maybe even food.
The algorithm
breaks down who made what,
what genre it belongs to,
what your tastes
gravitate to most.
- Well, fuck me.
That's honestly a pretty
damn good idea, Clark.
- There's just too much new
shit coming out every day
to keep up with.
I'm hoping this creates a
through line to everyone's
specific taste to
that type of stuff.
- Cheers to that.
- Finally,
something
that could help me decide
what the fuck
I need to watch sometimes.
- And what have you been up to?
- Well, I-
- He's finishing up his book.
It's incredible.
- Floyd.
- I didn't know
you were writing a book.
What's it about?
- It's a photography
book actually.
I know this sounds cliche,
but it's about
people in the city.
You know, ever
since I moved here,
I've just felt
this sense of energy
and life flow through me.
I feel like a lot of artists,
hell, not even artists,
everybody that lives here
feels that exact same thing.
That's what gets people up
out of bed in the morning.
I don't, I don't know.
Growing up where we
did it just always felt
like we were stuck.
Here, I don't feel stuck.
- Damn, that's deep.
- That is what he said, Clark.
- Fuck you.
I need another drink.
- Let's go smoke this fucker.
- All right, fuck it.
- Let's go.
- I can feel you
wanting to say something to me.
- Are you doing okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- When was the last
time you talked to Nora?
- Jesus
fucking Christ, dude.
Not now, please.
- When was it?
- I don't remember.
- Well then you need to stop
going to the club so much.
- You're
the one who makes me go.
- Then fucking say no every
once in a while, fucker.
- I haven't
talked to her in months.
Although I did try
calling her last week.
- And?
- And
she answered and I hung up.
- Didn't
she try to call you back?
- I star 67'd her so
she wouldn't know it was me.
- That's uh, that's a
little, little creepy.
It's understandable, I guess.
Well, I, I saw her a
couple weeks ago actually.
- Saw who?
- The Queen of England.
Fuckin' Nora.
I wanted to tell you,
I just wasn't really sure if
it was a good idea or not.
- All right,
well, what'd she say?
- She, uh, she wanted
to know how you were doing,
what you've been up to.
- And what'd you say?
- Well, shit.
I tried to make it sound
as nice as possible.
She still
really cares about you.
She seemed really concerned.
- Well, that's nice.
I guess.
- Not like that, Floyd.
She still loves you.
Look, man, we are getting
to that point in our lives
where we have to really
go after what we love.
As much as I hate to say it,
we are not those kids getting
drunk in your dorm anymore.
You know, they say that time
starts to go by 20% faster
after you reach the age of 20?
At first,
I thought it was bullshit.
But you know what?
I think they're right.
Time is flying by and you
need to grasp onto anything
that makes you happy and hold
on for dear fucking life.
Kind of like you're
holding onto this bitch
for dear fuckin' life.
Hogging that motherfucker.
It's good shit.
It's good shit, man.
- Fuck the Red Wings.
- Eat shit.
- Have a good night, man.
- Hey, you too.
- Not so fast.
- Thanks for coming, baby.
Katey.
Get home safe.
All right,
where's this fuckin' party?
- West-side.
- West-side?
- Yep.
- That sounds Gucci,
let's get rolling.
- Is it cool if I leave
my car parked here?
- Yes, let me grab
you a sticker, Clark.
All right.
- Fly's undone.
- Suck my dick.
To the train!
- To the train.
- All right, let's go.
Let's fucking go.
Clark?
Clark, you get outta my candy.
Close the door.
- I need one for the road.
- Lock it behind you.
- All right, all right,
all right.
- Hey, Robbie, you ever
been to a blind date
at that Roscoe's club-
- Oh, fuck yeah I have.
- Hey, Floyd, Clark!
- Come on, man,
I'm really not
proud of that shit.
- Hey, Joanna.
- Hey.
- Hey, guys.
What's up?
- Not much.
Long time no see.
- Seriously.
I ran into these guys at
the record store earlier.
- Oh shit.
- You live around here?
- Yeah, actually,
just a couple blocks that way.
You guys headed to the party?
- Are we heading to the party?
- Yeah, actually we are.
- Of course we are.
- You two wanna come with?
- Yeah, sure.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
- All right, oh
Robbie, this is Joanna.
- Joanna, senorita.
- Hi.
- And is uh...
- I'm Lisa.
- Lisa.
- Lisa, Lisa.
You guys are so fucking awkward.
Let's go.
What is going on
with you and Joanna?
- Dude, God,
you're such a nosy fucker.
You know that?
- Dude, get outta here
with that bullshit.
She was fucking
you with her brown eyes
the entire time on the train.
- I mean, dude, she's
cool and all, but like-
- Shut the fuck up.
- Jesus.
- You gotta get
your shit together.
Prime time
opportunity right there.
Look at that steak.
- Fucking that random girl
is gonna help with that?
- It's a fucking start, Floyd.
- I don't think so, man.
What?
- Turn around,
we're going the wrong way.
- Clark, you fucking idiot.
- Hey, man, not
all who wander are lost.
We'll get to this fuckin' party.
Yo.
Yeah, I think
we're almost there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we're almost there.
Well, come let us in.
For sure, thanks.
He's sending someone down.
- Hey, you got us here.
Congrats.
- I did it.
Follow me.
- Deep squat, man.
- Dude, you
are obsessed with this-
- I'm kidding.
- Welcome, everyone.
My name is Jean.
I am the proprietor
of this household.
I'll keep it short.
The drinks are upstairs.
Please enjoy yourselves.
- All right.
- Go right on in,
just watch your step in.
You'll be fine.
- So simple.
- Hi, welcome.
Hi, sweetie, how are you?
- Thank you so much.
- Hi, love the curly hair.
- Thank you.
- You try our
sangria, I know you love it.
- Let's go.
- If I were straight,
I would marry
the fuck outta that woman!
- There you are.
- What's up, man?
- Let's do it.
- Yeah, we're taking shots.
- You're still taking shots?
- Shotskis.
- I'm right with you.
- One for you.
- Hey!
- I got you.
- All right, let's dance.
- Is that for Joanna?
- Yo, yes.
- Looks like
you two are getting along.
Are you having fun?
- Oh yeah.
Oh yeah, this place is sweet.
- Let's go
outside and get some air.
- I'm waiting for Joanna.
- She's a grown woman.
She'll find us.
And plus it's
hot as fuck in here.
Come on.
- So, you and
James moving in together?
- He told you, huh?
It's weird, you know?
It's like we're getting so old.
- You two are moving in together
and you still don't
remember how you first met.
- Do I fully remember it?
No, I don't, but I do
have some vague moments.
Last thing I remember about
that night was you and I
begging that creepy
dude outside of 711
to buy us a box of wine.
- Oh my gosh.
That dude was legend.
- He was, he was.
- I completely
forgot about that.
And then we went to that
awful, awful show in that loft.
- I hated that place.
- You didn't hate that place.
We saw some decent shit there.
- Yeah, maybe to you.
- Man.
- Man.
- We were so
wine drunk that night,
we made fools of ourselves.
- We did.
- Seriously, Alli, I can't
even begin to tell you
how happy it makes me
to see how much you guys
have just grown together.
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what?
- I don't know.
We used to be so close.
I used to
always be there for you,
even when I was with James.
And now look at you.
I am so sorry that I
was not there for you.
I know how hard
it's been without Nora.
I've just been caught up
with all my shit with James-
- Stop it, stop it, please.
It's not your fault.
Okay?
- Okay.
Okay, I'm good.
- Ready to go back inside?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Sorry, I just stepped outside
to get a little fresh air.
- Oh, it's no problem.
Do you wanna go somewhere
a little quieter?
- Yeah, I'd love that.
- Cool stuff.
So, what do you write?
- Uh, I write nonfiction.
I write fiction.
Poetry for sure, that's
my favorite actually.
And I journal a lot.
You know, I just really write
down what comes to mind.
I used to write for a
local publication, too.
And then they went under.
No one really reads physical
news anymore, you know?
- Yeah, I read
everything on my phone.
- I know, so do I.
That's why I can't even be mad.
- Well at least you
know what you wanna do.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Seriously, you
should feel good about that.
- Why is that?
- Because you get to know.
I'm 26-years-old and I
have absolutely no idea
what I'm gonna do with my life.
When we were 18 that was
okay, but now it's just...
- Hey, I mean,
we're still young.
You still have
time to figure it out.
- No, not really.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna get some air.
- You aren't
supposed to be in here.
- Oh, shit.
Sorry, I just...
- Why was that girl crying?
- What?
- The girl that just
came out of here a moment ago,
she was crying.
Why?
- We were just talking.
- About what?
- Life, I guess.
- Ah, that explains it.
How's your night going?
- It's been
a little weird to be honest.
- It's okay to
indulge in the weirdness
every once in a while.
- You're in
the art world, I see.
- Art world,
I guess you can call it that.
- You curate stuff, right?
- From time to time.
What I'm also trying to do is
help artists find their voice.
There's a lot of untapped
potential in this world.
What do you do?
- I write.
- Oh, you get it then.
It's important
to keep art alive.
Now more than ever.
People need to
feel things, you know?
All so obsessed with making
money, nothing feels real.
- Well, you're clearly
doing all right with money.
- You're a bit sour, aren't you?
Money comes and goes.
Staying true to yourself,
that's what's most important.
I don't know, I just,
I feel like it's time to
get away from this city,
but it's hard.
Are you from around here?
Well, then you understand.
Seems like everything
you'll ever need is here,
so why leave?
Then you feel like you're
missing out on much else.
The east coast is
so rude and entitled,
and the west is full of snobs.
Those are not my type of people.
I don't know,
maybe I'm just generalizing.
Maybe I'm just scared.
I just know I'm
tired of it here.
but I know the moment
I'm gone, I'll miss it.
My God, you're just having
one depressing conversation
after the next.
It has been a weird night.
I'm gonna give
you a couple minutes.
All right, I'm so glad you came.
Tell your mom, hi, okay?
- Will do.
- All right, bye.
- Bye.
- Thank you.
- Call me okay?
- All right.
- Aw, I'm so happy
that you came.
Thanks for coming.
Robbie, I know, I know.
I'm so glad you had fun.
Be safe.
- I love, I love you.
- I love you, too, dear.
All right, bye.
The trespasser.
I hope you enjoyed your night,
even if it was a little weird.
- Thank you.
I hope everything
ends up well for you.
- Thank you.
Seriously, thank you.
- I'll see ya.
Hey, wait up.
Three, four, five, six.
- So are
we grabbing food or what?
- Actually-
- Yes.
- I'm gonna go
grab a drink with Lisa.
- Aw.
- Oh, man.
- Clark, you little slut.
- Ah, fuck 'em, let's go eat.
- I'll see y'all tomorrow.
- Ooh, next train
is in eight minutes.
- Ooh.
- We gotta go.
- All right, we gotta go then.
All right, all
right, all right, let's go.
Later, bro.
- See ya.
- Love you, buddy.
- Hey, are we even sure
the train is that way?
- Yeah, I think
it's somewhere over-
- Come on.
- All right, fine.
Oh my God.
- Hey, so what are
you guys up to next?
- Man, I'm going home.
Fucking tired and cold and-
- Boo!
Come on, guys,
the night is young.
- No chance, man.
- Let's keep it going.
- I'm going home, I'm done.
- Come on.
Oh, my God.
- I'm done.
I'm down for the count.
- All right, fine.
- Well, we're crashing
at her place tonight.
So, lock up when you get back.
- Yeah, for sure.
- All right.
- Later, bro.
- Good to see you, man.
- You and
me, sleep over tonight?
My bed.
- Really, Floyd?
- No, I'm not sharing
a fuckin' bed with you.
- I don't know
why you would that.
Don't do that to him.
- Yeah!
- Hey!
- Girl, I fuckin' love you.
- I love you too.
- You stay safe out there.
All right?
- You too, bro.
Get home safe.
- You be easy on that burger.
- Oh, I won't.
- Take care of this man.
- I will.
- Red line, my man?
- Yeah, let's go.
- That-a way?
- That-a way.
So what are you doing tomorrow?
- I dunno, man.
I might get back to writing.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
Think you're gonna be able
to socialize without me?
- Oh.
Oh, yeah, of course, man.
What's with
that fuckin' bullshit?
- Great.
- No, I think that's good.
You should get back to it.
- I agree.
It's long overdue.
- Yeah, it is.
But I don't,
I don't worry about you
as much as everyone else does.
- Yeah, you really don't.
I don't know how to feel
about that to be honest.
Mm.
- Feel this bitch.
- A little shmokey?
- A little shmokey!
Jean is so fuckin' hot.
- Keep dreaming, bro.
- Well, I'm gonna marry her.
I'm telling you.
- Yeah.
You're gonna marry Clark-
- Stop!
You know, I don't
consider that settling.
- He has a good dad bod.
You can takes some naps on it.
- That doesn't sound so bad.
- This is you.
- This is me, baby.
- Get home safe.
- I will, man.
- All right.
- Oh, wait, shit.
- What?
Oh, okay.
Okay.
See ya, dude.
- Hey.
Sorry if
I scared you back there.
I tried calling your name,
but you always listen
to your headphones so loud.
- Yeah.
- How have you been doing?
I tried reaching out to
you, but you didn't answer.
And I don't know if it's
because if you missed it
or you just
didn't wanna talk to me.
I mean, either
way, it's fine I guess.
I understand.
Jesus, will you say something?
- I'm sorry, I just, I
don't know what to say.
- Me, too.
I mean, finding you on the
fucking train of all places.
- I know, right?
- Have you been writing lately?
- A little bit.
You know, I'm starting
to get some momentum.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
- I think you need that.
I did always
love what you wrote.
- How about you?
How you been?
- I've been okay.
I went back to my parents'
house for a little bit
just to kinda get my mind right.
- How was that?
I know you can
only spend a few days
there before going insane.
- Yeah, it was the worst.
I mean, obviously seeing my
parents is always really nice,
but my friends back home,
they're just fucking stuck
and I can barely handle it.
So I got back
here as soon as I could.
And now I'm just staying
with my friend, Rachel.
And then other than that,
I've just been
burying my head in work.
- Sounds about right.
That's what you always did.
I'm sorry.
- For what?
- Come on.
- I'm sorry, too.
I miss you.
- I miss you, too.
Shit.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
Rachel's waiting for me.
- Can we talk soon?
- Yeah, we can.
Bye.