Thingy (2026) Movie Script
1
(bright pensive music)
(triumphant orchestral music)
(bright ethereal music)
(eerie pensive music)
(static crackling)
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
(partygoer laughing)
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
- Hey. (laughs)
- Hey.
(partygoer groaning)
(partygoer coughing)
- And we out here, man.
This is my boy, gamer boy.
- How you doing?
Hey, what's up? (laughs)
(partygoer laughing)
- Nuts.
- [Partygoer] Exactly.
- Everybody, Big Pete.
You know where the party's at?
Come through.
(static crackling)
(static crackling)
(insects chirping)
(dog barking)
(engine rumbling)
(dogs barking)
(cigarette crackling)
(Amanda exhaling)
(door squeaking)
(pool balls clacking)
(person speaking indistinctly)
- I don't really
do this, online dating.
- Tart's a funny name.
- Yeah, it is, isn't it?
- [Speaker] Cigarette
burning (indistinct).
- It's my mother's maiden name.
- You married or something?
- No.
(people speaking indistinctly)
Do you think
you're a bad person?
- In what sense?
- There are
a couple obvious ones.
- I wouldn't hurt anyone.
(bright music)
Thought you left.
- Give yourself
a little more credit.
- I think your tongue is blue.
May I?
(tongue squelching)
- [Amanda]
Where are you staying?
(eerie pensive music)
(lips smacking)
- I'd like to play you a song.
(jacket rustling)
Do you like Stravinski?
- Sure.
- This piece, "Rite of Spring,"
first time it was
performed, it caused riots.
(bright orchestral music)
In it, a young girl
dances herself to death
for the ritual of spring.
(lips smacking)
- Intense.
- Yeah, it's feverish.
Keeps me calm.
- It's kind of psycho.
- I thought you were into that.
- I am.
(lips smacking)
(Amanda exhaling)
(lips smacking)
- Wait.
- What? What is it?
- Do you understand what's
happening right now?
- Yeah.
In this moment. I'm good.
- [Tart] No,
no. Are you paying attention?
- To what?
- [Tart] To the world?
- What are
we even talking about?
- Before we continue, I need
to know that you are aware.
- Okay.
- That there's shit out there.
I'm not trying to scare
you, but we're not alone.
I got very close to something
and it's not what you think.
It was more like poison.
(lips smacking)
As soon as I saw you, I
knew you could take it.
- Your dick?
- Not everyone can.
Now you get to keep it.
(Tart and Amanda groaning)
(lips smacking)
(suspenseful music)
(eerie pensive music)
(fingers clacking)
(Tart coughing)
- Hey, I'm gonna go.
Thanks for the beer.
(Tart coughing)
Are you okay?
- [Tart] No. You need to go.
You need to go, please.
- Do you want
me to call somebody?
(door clacking)
- No.
Wait.
(Tart growling)
(body thudding)
(body thudding)
(Tart and Amanda groaning)
(neck creaking)
(Tart groaning)
(Tart gasping)
(liquid babbling)
(eerie pensive music)
(ice clacking)
(Winnie exhaling)
- [Winnie] Can you not be a
sulky bitch tonight, please?
- Leave me alone.
- It's gonna be fun, dude.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll finally get to
suck some dick or something.
- Oh my God.
- What?
- I don't wanna see him.
- What did
we talk about, Frankie?
Hmm?
Okay.
He probably won't be there,
but, like, if
he is, who gives a shit?
- I hate him.
- Fuck him. He sucks.
(siren howling)
- [Winnie] See.
- [Frankie]
I feel like such a loser.
- What?
No.
No.
Okay.
But seriously,
like, are you good?
Like good, good?
- No.
- What? (exhales)
- I'm not gonna
kill myself, okay?
- Frankie.
We are going to
a party. Remember?
It's gonna be
a fun, slutty time.
- My God, this is so dumb.
- For someone who can't drive,
you can complain a lot.
- Winnie.
Wait, where are we going?
- [Partygoer] Yo.
(partygoer groaning)
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] I'm
sorry (indistinct).
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] What's up, man?
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] What's up, man?
- [Partygoer] Hey.
(bottles clanging)
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] Fucking
ragers in this house.
- Fuck.
He's like literally
the only person here.
- It's literally not true.
- [Frankie] This is stupid.
- Chill, dude. We're here.
- He came here with someone.
- I know.
It's Darla, too.
I'm sorry.
- I feel sick.
- Stop, Frankie.
Look at me.
Fuck him and fuck her.
That chick sucks.
- Winnie, I want to go.
- We came all the way out here.
Can you please at least
just make it worth it?
- I just knew
this was gonna happen.
- Just let me fuck
Pete and then we'll go.
Okay.
- Ugh.
(lighter clacking)
There's no service.
(Winnie coughing)
- What, you need to like
call someone all of a sudden?
- No, but I could
hide with my phone.
- Remember, no sulking.
Please.
Please.
- [Frankie] Okay.
(upbeat music)
- [Partygoer] Hey, guys.
- Hi.
- [Partygoer] Hi.
- Yeah.
What do you wanna do if
someone fucks with me?
- Pull up, bitch.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Because that's gang.
- For real.
On my sister. That's her.
My sister.
Thing one.
- (laughs) And thing two.
(people chattering)
(door clacking)
- So you did make it?
- Yeah.
- How's the whole
love addiction going?
You could have at
least texted me back.
- Yeah.
- Girl, I called you.
- Yeah, sorry.
(feet clacking)
(floorboards creaking)
- Yeah. What's up?
I'll be right down.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I want to feel you.
- (laughs) No, no, no.
I don't think
so, girly.
- Please.
- No, no.
- Please.
- Fucking stop.
Alright, stop.
- Please.
- Hey, stop.
- Sorry, I don't
know what just happened.
- You good?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I think I'm just
gonna go back downstairs.
(feet clacking)
(floorboards creaking)
(lips smacking)
- Oh, damn, Frankie.
- Fuck.
Right. Here we go.
- What's up?
- Hey, Silas.
(lighter clacking)
- Hey, try not to fuck him.
- What's up?
Come here. Give me a hug.
Come on.
You missed me. (laughs)
What's up?
You need anything?
I got you.
- No.
- Are you good, dude?
- [Amber] Silas.
- Okay.
Okay.
I'm leaving.
- Why don't you go see your boy.
Yo, Silas cooler than
Cool and the Gang
Doing his thing
While these girlies
want to Google his wang
Dick looking like a
wet goose in the rain
Probably going to lose it
from what
that could do to his brain
He doodoo'd his brain
That means he's
going poopoo insane
That means thinking he
the shit is his usual game
Who could refrain?
I do it, man
I do what I do
Silas keep
it cooler than cool
- What's up, man?
Yo, what's up?
You want some smoke?
(upbeat music)
(Darla exhaling)
(people chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(water dripping)
(suspenseful music)
(people chattering)
(buttons clacking)
- Oh, no, no.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
- Hey, go.
- Jesus, sorry.
- [Partygoer] Yeah.
(partygoer laughing)
- [Partygoer] Boom.
Boom.
(indistinct) Silas the best
Take my girl out for chow
mein at the Panda Express
I'm in there with my
arm around her shoulder
Slap a hand on her breast
But inside panic attacks
I can deal with the stress
(indistinct) death
(Silas rapping indistinctly)
(door clacking)
(door clacking)
(grass crunching)
- Hey.
- Are we being cute?
- [Amanda] Is this your car?
- Yeah.
- You wanna
come sit for a minute?
- Yeah, say less.
- Honestly, Frankie.
(door thudding)
- Oh my God.
- We agreed.
We agreed.
We agreed on space.
- How would
I know you'd be here?
- Really?
- I don't wanna see you either.
- You think this is easy
for me or something?
- Yeah, I do.
- It's not.
- [Partygoer] Danny.
- Should I ask her?
- Oh (indistinct).
- No. You're kidding.
No way.
- Nice. Real nice.
- Leave me alone.
- Listen, if you gave me
some level of independence,
we might be in...
- [Darla] Danny.
- There you go.
- You should leave.
(eerie suspenseful music)
(upbeat music)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- He's probably fucking
smoking some other girl out
in his car right
now, high off his ass,
saying some bullshit
I'm gonna have to explain
to people later about
how it's not even true and he
doesn't know what he's saying
'cause he's super fucked up and
this is what he always does.
Fuck.
(lips smacking)
(eerie pensive music)
(metal clacking)
- What you gonna do with that?
(Silas laughing)
Kinky.
(Silas groaning)
What's up?
(metal thudding)
(Silas groaning)
(metal thudding)
(liquid squelching)
(upbeat music)
I do
Let's go
You came in
I was so hurt
Even then just another guy
But when you returned
You turned from me
That's all it takes
My destiny
Baby
Come home
Touch me
All over
Don't let
this angel die alone
Don't let
this angel die alone
Will you run
Run from me
When we burned
down it's gotta be
Will you run
Run from me
What I am, I'm empty
- [Jason]
I like dancing with you.
You're funny at it.
- Thank you.
- Trust me, it's a good thing.
- Didn't we go
to school together?
Will you run
- Maybe.
Run from me
- Okay.
- All right. You got me.
We did.
You left though.
- Yeah.
- I always
wondered where you went.
Will you run
Run from me.
I liked your hair.
- What?
- I don't knw.
It stood out.
- (laughs) Oh my God.
- Didn't mean to freak you out.
- You didn't.
- You were always
with Danny ayways.
- Yeah.
- Can I be honest with you?
- Okay.
- You deserve better.
You are so much more than
everyone at his party.
I mean, I was scared to
talk to you at first,
but, you kno,
I'm glad I can now.
(shoulder crackling)
What's up, mn?
- Hey.
- That guy's a trip. (laughs)
- What the fck?
- Do you want a beer?
I've been cooking 'em.
(door squeaking)
- Wow. Clever.
(door clanging)
Aren't you gonna have one?
- No, I don't...
I don't touch the stuff.
- But didn't you bring them?
- No, my buddy
did, but he won't mind.
(can clacking)
- Okay.
- [Winnie] Frankie La La.
- Oh no.
- Your keeper calls.
- Thanks for this.
- Yeah, yeah. No problem.
- [Partygoers] Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
(Darla groaning)
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat, hot
seat, hot seat, hot...
- So y'all do
know how to play right?
- I'm so ready for this.
- Okay, so everyone gets
one minute in the hot seat.
You have to sit on the radiator
and anyone can ask you anything.
If you're in
the circle, you have to play.
But don't be a pussy.
It's more fun when
you actually answer.
Okay?
So, who goes first?
- I think you probably should
for making us
play this dumb game.
- Okay, you bitch, let's go.
- [Partygoer] Dad got mad at me
when we were
still living together.
- [Partygoer] Oh, my God.
- [Partygoer]
I know, what did you do?
- [Partygoer] Well, he moved
out of the (indistinct).
- Okay, Frankie.
Set the timer.
- [Partygoer] It's
enough he watches the TV
and he's like right next to it.
- [Partygoer] Like (indistinct).
- [Partygoer]
Yeah, it's fucking weird.
- Starting now.
- Have you ever
had an eating disorder?
- Have you ever
watched someone die?
- No. And no.
- Did you like my dick?
- No, what the fuck?
- [Partygoer]
Jesus Christ (indistinct).
- I think you're
supposed to answer that.
- [Partygoer] What?
(people laughing)
- Does chocolate milk
come from brown cows.
- That's what I've always said.
- What's
the worst day of your life?
- Um when dad left, probably.
- [Partygoer] Oh, shit.
- When?
- I don't know. I was like 16.
- He left?
- Yeah, he had,
like, another family.
- Uh, who do
wanna fuck the most?
- Oh, I'm blushing.
- How about who in this room
haven't you fucked, Winnie?
Hmm? Hmm?
- Obviously Danny.
- Oh yeah, for sure.
(timer buzzing)
- Time's up.
It's done.
- Yo, but for real, Winnie,
I had a great time with you.
- Eww.
- [Partygoer] Eww.
- Like, where
the fuck even were you?
- Take a minute out in my car.
- What does that even mean?
- I was fucking passed out.
You know?
- Okay.
- Jesus.
- Yeah, sure.
Okay.
- Come on, baby girl.
You know you're
the only one for me.
- How do I know that?
- Come on.
- You're agitating me.
(Silas gagging)
What?
Are you okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Now that I'm with you.
- (laughs) You're a joke.
- Come here, baby.
- Stop.
- Who else pulls
you close like me?
- Quit it.
- Who else touches you like me?
- Okay.
- God, you are packing
so much heat back here.
- [Amber] Okay.
- [Silas] God, you rev me up.
(lips smacking)
(Silas groaning)
- Baby, are you okay?
- Yeah, it's nothing.
I gotta quit smoking pot.
- [Amber] Fuck.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
I just don't think it's that
weird to breastfeed as a kid.
- So you were four?
- Yeah, I was four.
So the fuck what?
- [Partygoer]
That's why you're so big.
- [Pete] Sure.
(lips smacking)
- Well, that means you're
into milk play then, right?
- Yeah. I don't know.
It's not like I think
of my mom or anything.
All right?
Milk play.
- (indistinct) fucking move.
(lips smacking)
- Yo, baby.
Slow down.
- If you guys had to
either kill each other
or fuck each
other, what would you do?
- Oh my God.
I don't want to answer that.
- Wait, that's
actually kind of genius.
- I mean, I don't think
I could like kill you.
- Oh my God,
this game is so fucked up.
- Wait, have you guys kissed?
They had to have
known someone would ask.
- That's a good question to me.
- Wait, did
I like miss the answer.
(lips smacking)
- [Partygoers] Kiss, kiss,
kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
kiss, kiss.
- Fuck, guys.
I'd rather kill her.
- Sarah.
- What?
(head thudding)
(Amber groaning)
(fluid babbling)
- I don't think
I'm that experienced.
- Yeah, right, man.
- Okay. Okay.
So who in the room
do you want to smooch?
- No, I think
we need like a full answer
to that first question.
You know?
Come on.
- No, Darla, I've never
been up fucked up the ass.
(partygoers laughing)
- Hey, don't kick it
until you try it, babe.
- All right.
Time's up, little doggy.
- [Partygoers] Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat.
- So like do you shoot
or do you just dribble?
- What does that even mean?
(partygoers laughing)
- It's about your cum.
- [Partygoer] Bro.
- Shoot, I guess.
Yeah.
Whoa.
- [Winnie] Do you ever eat it?
- I mean, we all do, right?
- [Partygoer] Oh.
- I've certainly tried.
- [Pete] Who is this guy?
- Wait, wait.
I thought
I heard you were a virgin.
- I've done stuff.
- What stuff?
- Well, you know?
- Oh my god.
Incel alert.
- What?
No, I just haven't found
that special someone.
- I can be special.
(partygoer speaks indistinctly)
- Tonight can be special.
- I'm like
basically gay, you guys.
- Oh yeah?
Why do you only fuck dudes then?
- [Partygoer] Ouch.
- I mean, there's not like a
lot of girls out here, so...
- Hello.
- Winnie.
I don't think you count.
- Guys. Can I like get up?
Like, this thing
is like really hot.
- [Partygoer] No.
- Yeah. Wait.
So do you like guys or what?
- Fuck off.
(partygoer groaning)
- Bro. This isn't even
part of the hot seat.
How high are you right now?
- [Partygoer] Oh my God.
We could look this flexible.
- [Partygoer]
Yo, how's this guy?
- [Partygoer]
Winnie gone fucked him.
- This one's for you, Dad.
- No, tweaker. Sit down.
- [Winnie] When did you
lose your virginity?
- Sit down so
we can ask you questions.
- Ask me, ask me a question.
Ooh, it's hot over here.
- What's your favorite drug?
- Love.
(partygoers laughing)
- [Partygoer] Right.
(people chattering)
(partygoer laughing)
- [Partygoer] Are you okay?
(people chattering)
- So, Darla, do those things
ever like get in the way?
- Oh, is it my turn now?
- I mean, you might as well.
We all know
you scrape the shit off
of his dick when you touch it.
- Actually, men are into them.
You would know.
- Men.
- They look cool to me.
- God, I bet there's so much
shit collected up under there.
- Winnie, leave it alone.
- Oh, I bet you like it.
Talons up your ass.
- Would you shut the fuck up?
- Hey, come on now.
- Oh, I see what you're doing.
- I ain't doing shit, bitch.
- I think it's maybe Frankie's
turn to get in the hot seat.
- I don't wanna play.
- Oh, come on.
You're sitting in the circle.
No excuses.
That's what she said, right?
- Hey, she said
she doesn't want to do it.
- I don't know.
Dark to just spy.
- Oh, whatever.
(sighs) I'll just fucking go.
- [Darla] Okay, Frankie's turn.
Let's go.
- Let's go, Frankie.
- Is it true that like you
were sent to Oak Woods?
- Bro?
- Yeah.
- [Game Boy] Why?
- I was into pills and shit.
- Yeah. Maybe ask Danny.
- Okay, my turn.
Tell us about your mom.
What's it like being the
kid of a skitso, huh?
Hey, wake up, bitch.
- Come on, enough.
- Yeah, there's
like an intensity here
that's like a lot. (laughs)
- What's up with your mom?
- She was seeing stuff.
- You wanna know
why he dumped you?
- What?
- Darla.
- Yeah. What the fuck?
- I can tell
you if you wanna know.
- Stop. Okay.
- It's sad when someone
doesn't love you, isn't it?
(door clacking)
(door clacking)
- Hey, Frankie, hey.
- Don't look at me.
- Hey, hey, hey.
You did not deserve that.
- Doesn't even matter.
(lips smacking)
I don't know if I can, you know?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, I'm sorry.
- It's cool.
I'm just totally broken.
- I can leave you alone
if, or whatever, whatever.
(Silas coughing)
- Hey, hey, man.
Silas.
Hey, you okay, man?
- Yeah, no, I'm good.
I'm good.
My stomach's just fucked up.
- You need a Pepto or something?
- No, I'm good.
I don't wanna
talk about it, man.
I'm good.
- [Frankie] Maybe
you ate something weird.
- Oh God.
It feels like something's
jumping inside my stomach.
- Oh, just relax. Okay.
We can go inside.
- I did something real bad.
I hurt her, man.
I really hurt her.
- [Jason] Who?
- Didn't mean to hurt her.
I just couldn't stop.
- [Pete] Hey,
stop fucking around outside.
Weird.
- Are we just gonna let him go?
- I think he just needs
a breather, something.
(wind whooshing)
- [Pete] Hello.
(Silas coughing)
(people chattering)
- Guys.
Guys.
I think Amber is hurt.
- Who?
- Anyone?
Amber?
Where did Amber go?
- Oh, so you're
obsessed with Amber now.
- [Frankie] Where were you?
- I've been here.
- But Silas said
that you were hurt.
- I'm fine.
- Dude, this
girl is fucking whack.
I don't wanna be around her.
Let's go smoke outside.
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- That Frankie
girl is such a loser.
Like he's not your man,
girl, get it in your head.
And I'm, like, not calling
her fat or anything,
but Winnie really needs to
dress for her body type more.
Like, it's just kind of sad.
You know what I mean?
Amber, are you even
fucking listening to me?
Oh my God.
What?
What is going on?
(eerie pensive music)
(lips smacking)
(lighter clacking)
(people chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(partygoers laughing)
(pills clacking)
(Frankie sighing)
(pills clacking)
(Frankie sighing)
(keys clanging)
(urine babbling)
(suspenseful music)
(beads clacking)
- [Danny] Hey.
- Oh, I didn't see you.
- It's dark. Whatever.
- What is it?
- Coral.
- Oh.
- Sit with me.
- Listen. That was
fucked of Darla.
She doesn't know
what she's talking about.
- Everybody
always knows my business.
- It's not fair to you.
You miss her?
Your mom?
- Yeah.
I miss her.
- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.
It's over.
- No, for everything.
I had no idea.
- You must have had some idea.
- I was just
trying to make you happy.
I've never been through
anything like that.
That's fucking dumb to say.
- Could we talk about
something else, please?
- Yeah.
Yeah, totally.
- I know you might think
that this isn't hard for me,
but it is.
- Danny, please.
- Look, I wanted it to work
out as much as you did.
- You dumped me.
- It's not that simple.
- Okay.
- Look, I was losing myself
in the whole thing, right?
- Why did you call me in here?
I can't...
- Frankie, when I see you,
I want to be near you.
Just 'cause it didn't work out
doesn't mean
I don't have feelings still.
- Please.
- [Danny] I should have
been there for you, Frankie.
(curtain clacking)
(melancholic music)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- [Frankie] What?
- I can't do
this again, Frankie.
- [Frankie] What if we're
meant to be together?
- That's not a real thing.
- [Frankie] Don't say that.
- I'm just not
the right person for you.
- Okay.
- What the fuck
am I gonna tell Darla?
- We just kissed.
- It wouldn't be
that cool for her.
- Okay?
Don't tell her.
- Don't be pissed.
What did you expect?
- I get it.
- It's just gonna
be hard for us, I guess.
(suspenseful music)
- [Frankie] For you.
- What the hell is this?
- Darla?
- [Danny] What the fuck?
- Danny, wait.
- Frankie.
(head thudding)
- I'm sorry.
I'm fucked up.
- It's all right.
- Please don't leave me here.
- I'll be right back.
- No, no, no, no.
(feet clacking)
(crickets chirping)
(partygoers cheering)
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
- [Partygoer] Let's go. Come on.
(partygoer screaming)
- Yes.
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
- [Partygoer] Yeah.
(people clamoring)
- Are you ready to lose?
Are you ready to lose?
- One, two, three.
(cans clacking)
(partygoers cheering)
- [Partygoers]
Chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug, chug.
(partygoers cheering)
- [Partygoer] Come
on, Winnie, let's go.
(Winnie speaking indistinctly)
(Pete speaking indistinctly)
- You, outside.
(partygoers groaning)
- Whatever.
Who thinks
I can't do that shit again?
(partygoers cheering)
- [Jason] Shit. Sorry
- For what?
- This isn't okay.
I just wanted
to tell you that...
- Yeah?
Mm-hm?
- That I think Frankie
and Danny are, you know?
- [Darla] Know what?
- I just figured you'd
want to be informed.
- [Darla] Yeah.
- You're drunk.
- You can touch me.
(fluid squelching)
- Oh my God.
Oh my God.
- I really don't want
to be alone right now.
(eerie pensive music)
(lips smacking)
(people chattering)
- She was walking around
fucking naked in the street.
Listen, dude.
Bro, bro (indistinct).
(people chattering)
What the fuck's wrong?
- [Danny] I don't know.
This is your house.
- Oh, I'm sorry (indistinct).
All right?
- She doesn't even do shit.
- Okay, then explain to me
then what the fuck is going on?
- I don't know.
- Look, I can't
have the cops here again.
Okay? I can't.
You understand?
- Yeah, man.
- You understand?
- I got it.
(lighter clacking)
- Hello. Hi.
Fucking human glitter ball.
Jesus, come on.
- I'm nobody.
- Yeah.
- Man, go chill,
All right?
- You know what?
- Everything's fine.
- I will.
I'm gonna fuck
someone up right now.
(door clacking)
- Well, he remembers me.
- Yeah.
- Danny.
I don't know.
I think something's going on.
- She saw us maybe, got mad.
- No, there's something here.
I think Silas brought something.
- You are not still...
I mean, you know?
- No.
- Look, I swear I didn't
start it with Darla.
(suspenseful music)
- [Frankie] I don't care.
- Hey, Frankie.
Wait.
Hey. No smoking.
- What?
- You shouldn't be smoking.
- Oh my God.
- I'm serious.
- Don't do this.
- What are we gonna do?
(Frankie sighing)
- Excuse me?
- Frankie,
we gotta figure this one out.
- I can handle it.
- Frankie, don't be retarded.
We gotta do this together.
- Oh, so now you care about us?
- Dude, this is big.
- Dude?
Wow.
I'm leaving.
(lips smacking)
(lamp thudding)
(flesh squelching)
(lamp thudding)
- [Pete] You look
so good when you were
laying into Darla like that.
- [Winnie] I know.
- That shit was hot.
- It felt so satisfying.
She's always such
a cunt to my friend.
- That shit was hot.
You look hot when you're nasty.
- It feels good.
I would do it again.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
I mean, you should.
- I was doing
it to perform for you.
I wanted you to
think I was mean.
- I liked it.
- [Winnie] Yeah.
- [Pete] Yeah.
- It's cool.
Like "Mean Girls."
- [Pete] Yeah,
I like "Mean Girls."
It was good.
- [Winnie] I'm
definitely a mean girl.
- Yo, Winnie, I don't think you
get where I'm coming from.
- What?
- Yo, buzz off.
- You're gonna pretend like
you weren't into it, huh?
Well, I guess
it's true what they say.
Slut.
- Hey, shut the fuck up.
- I could absolutely take you.
- Oh my God.
Don't be an idiot.
- Come on, fatso.
Try me.
(fist thwacking)
- [Partygoers] Ooh.
(partygoer laughing)
(Pete groaning)
(body thudding)
- [Partygoers] Fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight.
(fist thwacking)
- Can we just go, this sucks.
- Come on.
I'm finally having fun.
- I'm not having fun.
- [Pete] Winnie.
- Plus, something's
really wrong here.
- Frankie.
Do you ever think maybe you're
just a little bit paranoid?
- Stop.
Don't do that.
- You need to fucking relax.
Everything is fine.
- That's not true.
(partygoers clamoring)
(partygoers
chattering indistinctly)
- [Partygoer] Give it back.
Fucking give it back.
- Just take one.
- [Pete] Fucker.
Fucker.
- Winnie.
You know I can't.
- It's only Xanax.
(partygoers laughing)
I already took one.
(pills clacking)
They're only 25s.
(Pete groaning)
- [Pete] Fuck,
fuck, I'll kill you.
- [Tweaker] Yeah, I'll kill you.
- Now, go find that Jason guy.
(Pete and Tweaker groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
(birds chirping)
(lighter clacking)
Come
Your way
Your way
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
(birds chirping)
(Jason gasping)
(floor creaking)
(floor creaking)
(floor creaking)
(suspenseful music)
- I am just gonna go.
- How?
LOL.
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
Don't leave me here.
Promise me you won't.
(pensive music)
(partygoers laughing)
- And like that.
Just like that.
If you want to
fucking reverse it.
This was like
the shit we would do.
Boom.
Reverse.
- [Partygoer] Elmo.
- Hey, Winnie.
- [Winnie] Yes.
- No, no, no.
Listen, I really need
to tell you something.
Okay.
- Where's Darla?
- [Pete] What?
- She was just here.
- She's not in here now.
Okay?
Leave.
- I'm gonna go back downstairs.
- What? No.
- No.
Winnie, listen.
If I hurt you or
led you on or whatever.
I'm Sorry.
- Fuck this.
I'm so fucking dumb.
- No, no.
It's not you.
I just...
It's just...
It's like...
I just like sometimes this
shit doesn't fucking work.
- Dude.
- You should stay though.
There's still beer.
- Yeah.
Okay, cool.
Thanks.
- Hey, you seen Darla?
- No.
Fuck.
- Can we please leave?
Like can
you give me a ride home?
- Yeah.
You know I got you.
- Can we go?
- I mean, yeah, but I can't
just leave Darla here.
- I'm pretty sure I saw
Darla K-I-S-S-I-N-Ging
that dork kid.
- What?
(Elsa shushing)
- Danny boy.
Come here.
I got something for you.
(pills clacking)
- [Jason] Hey.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
You scared me.
- Yeah. Sorry.
I didn't mean to.
- You good, dude?
- Yeah, I feel so good.
- That's great for you.
Cool if I smoke?
(lighter clacking)
- Can I have some?
- You smoke pot?
- Why not?
- I don't know.
Remember, sobriety, LOL.
- It's fine.
(items clacking)
(Winnie exhaling)
- Man.
You're so good at that game.
(fluid babbling)
(partygoer groaning)
- [Pete] Oh, shit.
(partygoer and Pete groaning)
(head thudding)
(Pete groaning)
Fuck.
What the fuck?
(bat thudding)
(partygoer groaning)
(bat thudding)
- Fuck you.
(flesh squelching)
(feet clacking)
- [Frankie] Winnie.
We gotta go now.
- I don't feel so good.
- [Frankie] What's going on?
Come on.
We gotta get outta here.
- I was having
a really hard time.
A bad dream.
I think I took
all my pills drinking.
(lid clacking)
- Shit.
Winnie.
Oh my God.
- That guy didn't even like me.
He likes you.
- [Frankie] What
are you talking about?
- No one really likes me.
- Come on, Winnie.
We have to get outta here, okay?
Understand.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Come on.
(keys jingling)
- [Winnie] It's not working.
- What's going on?
- The battery
thingy light is lit up.
- Winnie, come on.
- The car will
not start, Frankie.
- Fuck.
Okay, let me think.
Okay, wait here.
I will be right back.
- You're gonna leave me here?
- I will be right back.
I just need to get
someone else's keys.
- (laughs) I don't wanna
be alone here right now.
Are you serious?
(bat thudding)
(feet clacking)
(drawers clacking)
(Frankie gasping)
(Frankie gasping)
(keys jingling)
- [Elsa] Pete, please, please.
Oh God. Oh God.
He's dead.
Oh God.
Pete, please.
Please, God.
Oh God, Pete.
Pete. (cries)
Pete.
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
Get up.
Get up.
Get up.
Please.
Please.
Please.
(bat thudding)
(glass shattering)
(Frankie gasping)
- Fuck.
- Danny.
You know that I've always
really liked you, right?
- Well...
- Danny.
(beads clacking)
- Danny.
- whoa.
- What happens if someone
tries to fuck with Frankie?
Get smoked.
You don't like smoke, get
out the kitchen, bitch.
Yeah, right there.
Cute.
All right, Frankie? (laughs)
(static crackling)
- You won't leave me. Frankie.
(Winnie coughing)
- Get up.
Get up, please.
We just have to go to the car.
Okay?
- I had a really bad dream.
- Okay?
- I dreamt
that you hurt me, Frankie.
- Danny.
- Hurt you how?
- I think like he killed me.
- Okay.
Come on.
I'm gonna drive us.
Let's just get out of here.
- My neck really hurts.
Does it look weird?
- Winnie. What the fuck?
(suspenseful music)
- He killed me.
- Winnie?
(Frankie groaning)
Get off me.
Get off.
(foot thudding)
(Frankie groaning)
- Winnie.
- Something bad.
Not okay.
My fucking head, Frankie.
- I'm gonna go get help.
- Frankie, listen.
Danny, I'm sorry.
You were at the hospital.
He called me.
And he said he was lonely.
I'm sorry.
You need to go.
- Come with me.
- Frankie,
I don't wanna hurt you.
- Winnie.
- Frankie, go!
(suspenseful music)
(car beeping)
(starter motor whirring)
- Open the door, Frankie.
Hey, Frankie, it's me
It's Danny. Okay?
Open the door, Frankie.
(starter motor whirring)
I need you, Frankie.
I missed you so much.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(hands thudding)
- You don't have to
love me, but the kid.
(car beeping)
Look at me.
The kid.
You don't even know how to...
Open the fucking door.
Open the door, Frankie.
(Frankie crying)
Come on.
Come on.
Open the door.
You don't even drive.
Frankie. Open
the fucking door. (groans)
(engine rumbling)
Fuck.
(eerie pensive music)
(upbeat music)
(bright pensive music)
(triumphant orchestral music)
(bright ethereal music)
(eerie pensive music)
(static crackling)
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
(partygoer laughing)
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
- Hey. (laughs)
- Hey.
(partygoer groaning)
(partygoer coughing)
- And we out here, man.
This is my boy, gamer boy.
- How you doing?
Hey, what's up? (laughs)
(partygoer laughing)
- Nuts.
- [Partygoer] Exactly.
- Everybody, Big Pete.
You know where the party's at?
Come through.
(static crackling)
(static crackling)
(insects chirping)
(dog barking)
(engine rumbling)
(dogs barking)
(cigarette crackling)
(Amanda exhaling)
(door squeaking)
(pool balls clacking)
(person speaking indistinctly)
- I don't really
do this, online dating.
- Tart's a funny name.
- Yeah, it is, isn't it?
- [Speaker] Cigarette
burning (indistinct).
- It's my mother's maiden name.
- You married or something?
- No.
(people speaking indistinctly)
Do you think
you're a bad person?
- In what sense?
- There are
a couple obvious ones.
- I wouldn't hurt anyone.
(bright music)
Thought you left.
- Give yourself
a little more credit.
- I think your tongue is blue.
May I?
(tongue squelching)
- [Amanda]
Where are you staying?
(eerie pensive music)
(lips smacking)
- I'd like to play you a song.
(jacket rustling)
Do you like Stravinski?
- Sure.
- This piece, "Rite of Spring,"
first time it was
performed, it caused riots.
(bright orchestral music)
In it, a young girl
dances herself to death
for the ritual of spring.
(lips smacking)
- Intense.
- Yeah, it's feverish.
Keeps me calm.
- It's kind of psycho.
- I thought you were into that.
- I am.
(lips smacking)
(Amanda exhaling)
(lips smacking)
- Wait.
- What? What is it?
- Do you understand what's
happening right now?
- Yeah.
In this moment. I'm good.
- [Tart] No,
no. Are you paying attention?
- To what?
- [Tart] To the world?
- What are
we even talking about?
- Before we continue, I need
to know that you are aware.
- Okay.
- That there's shit out there.
I'm not trying to scare
you, but we're not alone.
I got very close to something
and it's not what you think.
It was more like poison.
(lips smacking)
As soon as I saw you, I
knew you could take it.
- Your dick?
- Not everyone can.
Now you get to keep it.
(Tart and Amanda groaning)
(lips smacking)
(suspenseful music)
(eerie pensive music)
(fingers clacking)
(Tart coughing)
- Hey, I'm gonna go.
Thanks for the beer.
(Tart coughing)
Are you okay?
- [Tart] No. You need to go.
You need to go, please.
- Do you want
me to call somebody?
(door clacking)
- No.
Wait.
(Tart growling)
(body thudding)
(body thudding)
(Tart and Amanda groaning)
(neck creaking)
(Tart groaning)
(Tart gasping)
(liquid babbling)
(eerie pensive music)
(ice clacking)
(Winnie exhaling)
- [Winnie] Can you not be a
sulky bitch tonight, please?
- Leave me alone.
- It's gonna be fun, dude.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll finally get to
suck some dick or something.
- Oh my God.
- What?
- I don't wanna see him.
- What did
we talk about, Frankie?
Hmm?
Okay.
He probably won't be there,
but, like, if
he is, who gives a shit?
- I hate him.
- Fuck him. He sucks.
(siren howling)
- [Winnie] See.
- [Frankie]
I feel like such a loser.
- What?
No.
No.
Okay.
But seriously,
like, are you good?
Like good, good?
- No.
- What? (exhales)
- I'm not gonna
kill myself, okay?
- Frankie.
We are going to
a party. Remember?
It's gonna be
a fun, slutty time.
- My God, this is so dumb.
- For someone who can't drive,
you can complain a lot.
- Winnie.
Wait, where are we going?
- [Partygoer] Yo.
(partygoer groaning)
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] I'm
sorry (indistinct).
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] What's up, man?
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] What's up, man?
- [Partygoer] Hey.
(bottles clanging)
(people chattering)
- [Partygoer] Fucking
ragers in this house.
- Fuck.
He's like literally
the only person here.
- It's literally not true.
- [Frankie] This is stupid.
- Chill, dude. We're here.
- He came here with someone.
- I know.
It's Darla, too.
I'm sorry.
- I feel sick.
- Stop, Frankie.
Look at me.
Fuck him and fuck her.
That chick sucks.
- Winnie, I want to go.
- We came all the way out here.
Can you please at least
just make it worth it?
- I just knew
this was gonna happen.
- Just let me fuck
Pete and then we'll go.
Okay.
- Ugh.
(lighter clacking)
There's no service.
(Winnie coughing)
- What, you need to like
call someone all of a sudden?
- No, but I could
hide with my phone.
- Remember, no sulking.
Please.
Please.
- [Frankie] Okay.
(upbeat music)
- [Partygoer] Hey, guys.
- Hi.
- [Partygoer] Hi.
- Yeah.
What do you wanna do if
someone fucks with me?
- Pull up, bitch.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Because that's gang.
- For real.
On my sister. That's her.
My sister.
Thing one.
- (laughs) And thing two.
(people chattering)
(door clacking)
- So you did make it?
- Yeah.
- How's the whole
love addiction going?
You could have at
least texted me back.
- Yeah.
- Girl, I called you.
- Yeah, sorry.
(feet clacking)
(floorboards creaking)
- Yeah. What's up?
I'll be right down.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I want to feel you.
- (laughs) No, no, no.
I don't think
so, girly.
- Please.
- No, no.
- Please.
- Fucking stop.
Alright, stop.
- Please.
- Hey, stop.
- Sorry, I don't
know what just happened.
- You good?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I think I'm just
gonna go back downstairs.
(feet clacking)
(floorboards creaking)
(lips smacking)
- Oh, damn, Frankie.
- Fuck.
Right. Here we go.
- What's up?
- Hey, Silas.
(lighter clacking)
- Hey, try not to fuck him.
- What's up?
Come here. Give me a hug.
Come on.
You missed me. (laughs)
What's up?
You need anything?
I got you.
- No.
- Are you good, dude?
- [Amber] Silas.
- Okay.
Okay.
I'm leaving.
- Why don't you go see your boy.
Yo, Silas cooler than
Cool and the Gang
Doing his thing
While these girlies
want to Google his wang
Dick looking like a
wet goose in the rain
Probably going to lose it
from what
that could do to his brain
He doodoo'd his brain
That means he's
going poopoo insane
That means thinking he
the shit is his usual game
Who could refrain?
I do it, man
I do what I do
Silas keep
it cooler than cool
- What's up, man?
Yo, what's up?
You want some smoke?
(upbeat music)
(Darla exhaling)
(people chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(water dripping)
(suspenseful music)
(people chattering)
(buttons clacking)
- Oh, no, no.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
- Hey, go.
- Jesus, sorry.
- [Partygoer] Yeah.
(partygoer laughing)
- [Partygoer] Boom.
Boom.
(indistinct) Silas the best
Take my girl out for chow
mein at the Panda Express
I'm in there with my
arm around her shoulder
Slap a hand on her breast
But inside panic attacks
I can deal with the stress
(indistinct) death
(Silas rapping indistinctly)
(door clacking)
(door clacking)
(grass crunching)
- Hey.
- Are we being cute?
- [Amanda] Is this your car?
- Yeah.
- You wanna
come sit for a minute?
- Yeah, say less.
- Honestly, Frankie.
(door thudding)
- Oh my God.
- We agreed.
We agreed.
We agreed on space.
- How would
I know you'd be here?
- Really?
- I don't wanna see you either.
- You think this is easy
for me or something?
- Yeah, I do.
- It's not.
- [Partygoer] Danny.
- Should I ask her?
- Oh (indistinct).
- No. You're kidding.
No way.
- Nice. Real nice.
- Leave me alone.
- Listen, if you gave me
some level of independence,
we might be in...
- [Darla] Danny.
- There you go.
- You should leave.
(eerie suspenseful music)
(upbeat music)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- He's probably fucking
smoking some other girl out
in his car right
now, high off his ass,
saying some bullshit
I'm gonna have to explain
to people later about
how it's not even true and he
doesn't know what he's saying
'cause he's super fucked up and
this is what he always does.
Fuck.
(lips smacking)
(eerie pensive music)
(metal clacking)
- What you gonna do with that?
(Silas laughing)
Kinky.
(Silas groaning)
What's up?
(metal thudding)
(Silas groaning)
(metal thudding)
(liquid squelching)
(upbeat music)
I do
Let's go
You came in
I was so hurt
Even then just another guy
But when you returned
You turned from me
That's all it takes
My destiny
Baby
Come home
Touch me
All over
Don't let
this angel die alone
Don't let
this angel die alone
Will you run
Run from me
When we burned
down it's gotta be
Will you run
Run from me
What I am, I'm empty
- [Jason]
I like dancing with you.
You're funny at it.
- Thank you.
- Trust me, it's a good thing.
- Didn't we go
to school together?
Will you run
- Maybe.
Run from me
- Okay.
- All right. You got me.
We did.
You left though.
- Yeah.
- I always
wondered where you went.
Will you run
Run from me.
I liked your hair.
- What?
- I don't knw.
It stood out.
- (laughs) Oh my God.
- Didn't mean to freak you out.
- You didn't.
- You were always
with Danny ayways.
- Yeah.
- Can I be honest with you?
- Okay.
- You deserve better.
You are so much more than
everyone at his party.
I mean, I was scared to
talk to you at first,
but, you kno,
I'm glad I can now.
(shoulder crackling)
What's up, mn?
- Hey.
- That guy's a trip. (laughs)
- What the fck?
- Do you want a beer?
I've been cooking 'em.
(door squeaking)
- Wow. Clever.
(door clanging)
Aren't you gonna have one?
- No, I don't...
I don't touch the stuff.
- But didn't you bring them?
- No, my buddy
did, but he won't mind.
(can clacking)
- Okay.
- [Winnie] Frankie La La.
- Oh no.
- Your keeper calls.
- Thanks for this.
- Yeah, yeah. No problem.
- [Partygoers] Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
(Darla groaning)
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat.
Hot seat, hot
seat, hot seat, hot...
- So y'all do
know how to play right?
- I'm so ready for this.
- Okay, so everyone gets
one minute in the hot seat.
You have to sit on the radiator
and anyone can ask you anything.
If you're in
the circle, you have to play.
But don't be a pussy.
It's more fun when
you actually answer.
Okay?
So, who goes first?
- I think you probably should
for making us
play this dumb game.
- Okay, you bitch, let's go.
- [Partygoer] Dad got mad at me
when we were
still living together.
- [Partygoer] Oh, my God.
- [Partygoer]
I know, what did you do?
- [Partygoer] Well, he moved
out of the (indistinct).
- Okay, Frankie.
Set the timer.
- [Partygoer] It's
enough he watches the TV
and he's like right next to it.
- [Partygoer] Like (indistinct).
- [Partygoer]
Yeah, it's fucking weird.
- Starting now.
- Have you ever
had an eating disorder?
- Have you ever
watched someone die?
- No. And no.
- Did you like my dick?
- No, what the fuck?
- [Partygoer]
Jesus Christ (indistinct).
- I think you're
supposed to answer that.
- [Partygoer] What?
(people laughing)
- Does chocolate milk
come from brown cows.
- That's what I've always said.
- What's
the worst day of your life?
- Um when dad left, probably.
- [Partygoer] Oh, shit.
- When?
- I don't know. I was like 16.
- He left?
- Yeah, he had,
like, another family.
- Uh, who do
wanna fuck the most?
- Oh, I'm blushing.
- How about who in this room
haven't you fucked, Winnie?
Hmm? Hmm?
- Obviously Danny.
- Oh yeah, for sure.
(timer buzzing)
- Time's up.
It's done.
- Yo, but for real, Winnie,
I had a great time with you.
- Eww.
- [Partygoer] Eww.
- Like, where
the fuck even were you?
- Take a minute out in my car.
- What does that even mean?
- I was fucking passed out.
You know?
- Okay.
- Jesus.
- Yeah, sure.
Okay.
- Come on, baby girl.
You know you're
the only one for me.
- How do I know that?
- Come on.
- You're agitating me.
(Silas gagging)
What?
Are you okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Now that I'm with you.
- (laughs) You're a joke.
- Come here, baby.
- Stop.
- Who else pulls
you close like me?
- Quit it.
- Who else touches you like me?
- Okay.
- God, you are packing
so much heat back here.
- [Amber] Okay.
- [Silas] God, you rev me up.
(lips smacking)
(Silas groaning)
- Baby, are you okay?
- Yeah, it's nothing.
I gotta quit smoking pot.
- [Amber] Fuck.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
I just don't think it's that
weird to breastfeed as a kid.
- So you were four?
- Yeah, I was four.
So the fuck what?
- [Partygoer]
That's why you're so big.
- [Pete] Sure.
(lips smacking)
- Well, that means you're
into milk play then, right?
- Yeah. I don't know.
It's not like I think
of my mom or anything.
All right?
Milk play.
- (indistinct) fucking move.
(lips smacking)
- Yo, baby.
Slow down.
- If you guys had to
either kill each other
or fuck each
other, what would you do?
- Oh my God.
I don't want to answer that.
- Wait, that's
actually kind of genius.
- I mean, I don't think
I could like kill you.
- Oh my God,
this game is so fucked up.
- Wait, have you guys kissed?
They had to have
known someone would ask.
- That's a good question to me.
- Wait, did
I like miss the answer.
(lips smacking)
- [Partygoers] Kiss, kiss,
kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
kiss, kiss.
- Fuck, guys.
I'd rather kill her.
- Sarah.
- What?
(head thudding)
(Amber groaning)
(fluid babbling)
- I don't think
I'm that experienced.
- Yeah, right, man.
- Okay. Okay.
So who in the room
do you want to smooch?
- No, I think
we need like a full answer
to that first question.
You know?
Come on.
- No, Darla, I've never
been up fucked up the ass.
(partygoers laughing)
- Hey, don't kick it
until you try it, babe.
- All right.
Time's up, little doggy.
- [Partygoers] Hot seat.
Hot seat. Hot seat.
Hot seat.
- So like do you shoot
or do you just dribble?
- What does that even mean?
(partygoers laughing)
- It's about your cum.
- [Partygoer] Bro.
- Shoot, I guess.
Yeah.
Whoa.
- [Winnie] Do you ever eat it?
- I mean, we all do, right?
- [Partygoer] Oh.
- I've certainly tried.
- [Pete] Who is this guy?
- Wait, wait.
I thought
I heard you were a virgin.
- I've done stuff.
- What stuff?
- Well, you know?
- Oh my god.
Incel alert.
- What?
No, I just haven't found
that special someone.
- I can be special.
(partygoer speaks indistinctly)
- Tonight can be special.
- I'm like
basically gay, you guys.
- Oh yeah?
Why do you only fuck dudes then?
- [Partygoer] Ouch.
- I mean, there's not like a
lot of girls out here, so...
- Hello.
- Winnie.
I don't think you count.
- Guys. Can I like get up?
Like, this thing
is like really hot.
- [Partygoer] No.
- Yeah. Wait.
So do you like guys or what?
- Fuck off.
(partygoer groaning)
- Bro. This isn't even
part of the hot seat.
How high are you right now?
- [Partygoer] Oh my God.
We could look this flexible.
- [Partygoer]
Yo, how's this guy?
- [Partygoer]
Winnie gone fucked him.
- This one's for you, Dad.
- No, tweaker. Sit down.
- [Winnie] When did you
lose your virginity?
- Sit down so
we can ask you questions.
- Ask me, ask me a question.
Ooh, it's hot over here.
- What's your favorite drug?
- Love.
(partygoers laughing)
- [Partygoer] Right.
(people chattering)
(partygoer laughing)
- [Partygoer] Are you okay?
(people chattering)
- So, Darla, do those things
ever like get in the way?
- Oh, is it my turn now?
- I mean, you might as well.
We all know
you scrape the shit off
of his dick when you touch it.
- Actually, men are into them.
You would know.
- Men.
- They look cool to me.
- God, I bet there's so much
shit collected up under there.
- Winnie, leave it alone.
- Oh, I bet you like it.
Talons up your ass.
- Would you shut the fuck up?
- Hey, come on now.
- Oh, I see what you're doing.
- I ain't doing shit, bitch.
- I think it's maybe Frankie's
turn to get in the hot seat.
- I don't wanna play.
- Oh, come on.
You're sitting in the circle.
No excuses.
That's what she said, right?
- Hey, she said
she doesn't want to do it.
- I don't know.
Dark to just spy.
- Oh, whatever.
(sighs) I'll just fucking go.
- [Darla] Okay, Frankie's turn.
Let's go.
- Let's go, Frankie.
- Is it true that like you
were sent to Oak Woods?
- Bro?
- Yeah.
- [Game Boy] Why?
- I was into pills and shit.
- Yeah. Maybe ask Danny.
- Okay, my turn.
Tell us about your mom.
What's it like being the
kid of a skitso, huh?
Hey, wake up, bitch.
- Come on, enough.
- Yeah, there's
like an intensity here
that's like a lot. (laughs)
- What's up with your mom?
- She was seeing stuff.
- You wanna know
why he dumped you?
- What?
- Darla.
- Yeah. What the fuck?
- I can tell
you if you wanna know.
- Stop. Okay.
- It's sad when someone
doesn't love you, isn't it?
(door clacking)
(door clacking)
- Hey, Frankie, hey.
- Don't look at me.
- Hey, hey, hey.
You did not deserve that.
- Doesn't even matter.
(lips smacking)
I don't know if I can, you know?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, I'm sorry.
- It's cool.
I'm just totally broken.
- I can leave you alone
if, or whatever, whatever.
(Silas coughing)
- Hey, hey, man.
Silas.
Hey, you okay, man?
- Yeah, no, I'm good.
I'm good.
My stomach's just fucked up.
- You need a Pepto or something?
- No, I'm good.
I don't wanna
talk about it, man.
I'm good.
- [Frankie] Maybe
you ate something weird.
- Oh God.
It feels like something's
jumping inside my stomach.
- Oh, just relax. Okay.
We can go inside.
- I did something real bad.
I hurt her, man.
I really hurt her.
- [Jason] Who?
- Didn't mean to hurt her.
I just couldn't stop.
- [Pete] Hey,
stop fucking around outside.
Weird.
- Are we just gonna let him go?
- I think he just needs
a breather, something.
(wind whooshing)
- [Pete] Hello.
(Silas coughing)
(people chattering)
- Guys.
Guys.
I think Amber is hurt.
- Who?
- Anyone?
Amber?
Where did Amber go?
- Oh, so you're
obsessed with Amber now.
- [Frankie] Where were you?
- I've been here.
- But Silas said
that you were hurt.
- I'm fine.
- Dude, this
girl is fucking whack.
I don't wanna be around her.
Let's go smoke outside.
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- That Frankie
girl is such a loser.
Like he's not your man,
girl, get it in your head.
And I'm, like, not calling
her fat or anything,
but Winnie really needs to
dress for her body type more.
Like, it's just kind of sad.
You know what I mean?
Amber, are you even
fucking listening to me?
Oh my God.
What?
What is going on?
(eerie pensive music)
(lips smacking)
(lighter clacking)
(people chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(partygoers laughing)
(pills clacking)
(Frankie sighing)
(pills clacking)
(Frankie sighing)
(keys clanging)
(urine babbling)
(suspenseful music)
(beads clacking)
- [Danny] Hey.
- Oh, I didn't see you.
- It's dark. Whatever.
- What is it?
- Coral.
- Oh.
- Sit with me.
- Listen. That was
fucked of Darla.
She doesn't know
what she's talking about.
- Everybody
always knows my business.
- It's not fair to you.
You miss her?
Your mom?
- Yeah.
I miss her.
- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.
It's over.
- No, for everything.
I had no idea.
- You must have had some idea.
- I was just
trying to make you happy.
I've never been through
anything like that.
That's fucking dumb to say.
- Could we talk about
something else, please?
- Yeah.
Yeah, totally.
- I know you might think
that this isn't hard for me,
but it is.
- Danny, please.
- Look, I wanted it to work
out as much as you did.
- You dumped me.
- It's not that simple.
- Okay.
- Look, I was losing myself
in the whole thing, right?
- Why did you call me in here?
I can't...
- Frankie, when I see you,
I want to be near you.
Just 'cause it didn't work out
doesn't mean
I don't have feelings still.
- Please.
- [Danny] I should have
been there for you, Frankie.
(curtain clacking)
(melancholic music)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- [Frankie] What?
- I can't do
this again, Frankie.
- [Frankie] What if we're
meant to be together?
- That's not a real thing.
- [Frankie] Don't say that.
- I'm just not
the right person for you.
- Okay.
- What the fuck
am I gonna tell Darla?
- We just kissed.
- It wouldn't be
that cool for her.
- Okay?
Don't tell her.
- Don't be pissed.
What did you expect?
- I get it.
- It's just gonna
be hard for us, I guess.
(suspenseful music)
- [Frankie] For you.
- What the hell is this?
- Darla?
- [Danny] What the fuck?
- Danny, wait.
- Frankie.
(head thudding)
- I'm sorry.
I'm fucked up.
- It's all right.
- Please don't leave me here.
- I'll be right back.
- No, no, no, no.
(feet clacking)
(crickets chirping)
(partygoers cheering)
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
- [Partygoer] Let's go. Come on.
(partygoer screaming)
- Yes.
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
- [Partygoer] Yeah.
(people clamoring)
- Are you ready to lose?
Are you ready to lose?
- One, two, three.
(cans clacking)
(partygoers cheering)
- [Partygoers]
Chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug, chug.
(partygoers cheering)
- [Partygoer] Come
on, Winnie, let's go.
(Winnie speaking indistinctly)
(Pete speaking indistinctly)
- You, outside.
(partygoers groaning)
- Whatever.
Who thinks
I can't do that shit again?
(partygoers cheering)
- [Jason] Shit. Sorry
- For what?
- This isn't okay.
I just wanted
to tell you that...
- Yeah?
Mm-hm?
- That I think Frankie
and Danny are, you know?
- [Darla] Know what?
- I just figured you'd
want to be informed.
- [Darla] Yeah.
- You're drunk.
- You can touch me.
(fluid squelching)
- Oh my God.
Oh my God.
- I really don't want
to be alone right now.
(eerie pensive music)
(lips smacking)
(people chattering)
- She was walking around
fucking naked in the street.
Listen, dude.
Bro, bro (indistinct).
(people chattering)
What the fuck's wrong?
- [Danny] I don't know.
This is your house.
- Oh, I'm sorry (indistinct).
All right?
- She doesn't even do shit.
- Okay, then explain to me
then what the fuck is going on?
- I don't know.
- Look, I can't
have the cops here again.
Okay? I can't.
You understand?
- Yeah, man.
- You understand?
- I got it.
(lighter clacking)
- Hello. Hi.
Fucking human glitter ball.
Jesus, come on.
- I'm nobody.
- Yeah.
- Man, go chill,
All right?
- You know what?
- Everything's fine.
- I will.
I'm gonna fuck
someone up right now.
(door clacking)
- Well, he remembers me.
- Yeah.
- Danny.
I don't know.
I think something's going on.
- She saw us maybe, got mad.
- No, there's something here.
I think Silas brought something.
- You are not still...
I mean, you know?
- No.
- Look, I swear I didn't
start it with Darla.
(suspenseful music)
- [Frankie] I don't care.
- Hey, Frankie.
Wait.
Hey. No smoking.
- What?
- You shouldn't be smoking.
- Oh my God.
- I'm serious.
- Don't do this.
- What are we gonna do?
(Frankie sighing)
- Excuse me?
- Frankie,
we gotta figure this one out.
- I can handle it.
- Frankie, don't be retarded.
We gotta do this together.
- Oh, so now you care about us?
- Dude, this is big.
- Dude?
Wow.
I'm leaving.
(lips smacking)
(lamp thudding)
(flesh squelching)
(lamp thudding)
- [Pete] You look
so good when you were
laying into Darla like that.
- [Winnie] I know.
- That shit was hot.
- It felt so satisfying.
She's always such
a cunt to my friend.
- That shit was hot.
You look hot when you're nasty.
- It feels good.
I would do it again.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
I mean, you should.
- I was doing
it to perform for you.
I wanted you to
think I was mean.
- I liked it.
- [Winnie] Yeah.
- [Pete] Yeah.
- It's cool.
Like "Mean Girls."
- [Pete] Yeah,
I like "Mean Girls."
It was good.
- [Winnie] I'm
definitely a mean girl.
- Yo, Winnie, I don't think you
get where I'm coming from.
- What?
- Yo, buzz off.
- You're gonna pretend like
you weren't into it, huh?
Well, I guess
it's true what they say.
Slut.
- Hey, shut the fuck up.
- I could absolutely take you.
- Oh my God.
Don't be an idiot.
- Come on, fatso.
Try me.
(fist thwacking)
- [Partygoers] Ooh.
(partygoer laughing)
(Pete groaning)
(body thudding)
- [Partygoers] Fight,
fight, fight, fight, fight.
(fist thwacking)
- Can we just go, this sucks.
- Come on.
I'm finally having fun.
- I'm not having fun.
- [Pete] Winnie.
- Plus, something's
really wrong here.
- Frankie.
Do you ever think maybe you're
just a little bit paranoid?
- Stop.
Don't do that.
- You need to fucking relax.
Everything is fine.
- That's not true.
(partygoers clamoring)
(partygoers
chattering indistinctly)
- [Partygoer] Give it back.
Fucking give it back.
- Just take one.
- [Pete] Fucker.
Fucker.
- Winnie.
You know I can't.
- It's only Xanax.
(partygoers laughing)
I already took one.
(pills clacking)
They're only 25s.
(Pete groaning)
- [Pete] Fuck,
fuck, I'll kill you.
- [Tweaker] Yeah, I'll kill you.
- Now, go find that Jason guy.
(Pete and Tweaker groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
(birds chirping)
(lighter clacking)
Come
Your way
Your way
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
(birds chirping)
(Jason gasping)
(floor creaking)
(floor creaking)
(floor creaking)
(suspenseful music)
- I am just gonna go.
- How?
LOL.
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
Don't leave me here.
Promise me you won't.
(pensive music)
(partygoers laughing)
- And like that.
Just like that.
If you want to
fucking reverse it.
This was like
the shit we would do.
Boom.
Reverse.
- [Partygoer] Elmo.
- Hey, Winnie.
- [Winnie] Yes.
- No, no, no.
Listen, I really need
to tell you something.
Okay.
- Where's Darla?
- [Pete] What?
- She was just here.
- She's not in here now.
Okay?
Leave.
- I'm gonna go back downstairs.
- What? No.
- No.
Winnie, listen.
If I hurt you or
led you on or whatever.
I'm Sorry.
- Fuck this.
I'm so fucking dumb.
- No, no.
It's not you.
I just...
It's just...
It's like...
I just like sometimes this
shit doesn't fucking work.
- Dude.
- You should stay though.
There's still beer.
- Yeah.
Okay, cool.
Thanks.
- Hey, you seen Darla?
- No.
Fuck.
- Can we please leave?
Like can
you give me a ride home?
- Yeah.
You know I got you.
- Can we go?
- I mean, yeah, but I can't
just leave Darla here.
- I'm pretty sure I saw
Darla K-I-S-S-I-N-Ging
that dork kid.
- What?
(Elsa shushing)
- Danny boy.
Come here.
I got something for you.
(pills clacking)
- [Jason] Hey.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
You scared me.
- Yeah. Sorry.
I didn't mean to.
- You good, dude?
- Yeah, I feel so good.
- That's great for you.
Cool if I smoke?
(lighter clacking)
- Can I have some?
- You smoke pot?
- Why not?
- I don't know.
Remember, sobriety, LOL.
- It's fine.
(items clacking)
(Winnie exhaling)
- Man.
You're so good at that game.
(fluid babbling)
(partygoer groaning)
- [Pete] Oh, shit.
(partygoer and Pete groaning)
(head thudding)
(Pete groaning)
Fuck.
What the fuck?
(bat thudding)
(partygoer groaning)
(bat thudding)
- Fuck you.
(flesh squelching)
(feet clacking)
- [Frankie] Winnie.
We gotta go now.
- I don't feel so good.
- [Frankie] What's going on?
Come on.
We gotta get outta here.
- I was having
a really hard time.
A bad dream.
I think I took
all my pills drinking.
(lid clacking)
- Shit.
Winnie.
Oh my God.
- That guy didn't even like me.
He likes you.
- [Frankie] What
are you talking about?
- No one really likes me.
- Come on, Winnie.
We have to get outta here, okay?
Understand.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Come on.
(keys jingling)
- [Winnie] It's not working.
- What's going on?
- The battery
thingy light is lit up.
- Winnie, come on.
- The car will
not start, Frankie.
- Fuck.
Okay, let me think.
Okay, wait here.
I will be right back.
- You're gonna leave me here?
- I will be right back.
I just need to get
someone else's keys.
- (laughs) I don't wanna
be alone here right now.
Are you serious?
(bat thudding)
(feet clacking)
(drawers clacking)
(Frankie gasping)
(Frankie gasping)
(keys jingling)
- [Elsa] Pete, please, please.
Oh God. Oh God.
He's dead.
Oh God.
Pete, please.
Please, God.
Oh God, Pete.
Pete. (cries)
Pete.
(partygoer
speaking indistinctly)
Get up.
Get up.
Get up.
Please.
Please.
Please.
(bat thudding)
(glass shattering)
(Frankie gasping)
- Fuck.
- Danny.
You know that I've always
really liked you, right?
- Well...
- Danny.
(beads clacking)
- Danny.
- whoa.
- What happens if someone
tries to fuck with Frankie?
Get smoked.
You don't like smoke, get
out the kitchen, bitch.
Yeah, right there.
Cute.
All right, Frankie? (laughs)
(static crackling)
- You won't leave me. Frankie.
(Winnie coughing)
- Get up.
Get up, please.
We just have to go to the car.
Okay?
- I had a really bad dream.
- Okay?
- I dreamt
that you hurt me, Frankie.
- Danny.
- Hurt you how?
- I think like he killed me.
- Okay.
Come on.
I'm gonna drive us.
Let's just get out of here.
- My neck really hurts.
Does it look weird?
- Winnie. What the fuck?
(suspenseful music)
- He killed me.
- Winnie?
(Frankie groaning)
Get off me.
Get off.
(foot thudding)
(Frankie groaning)
- Winnie.
- Something bad.
Not okay.
My fucking head, Frankie.
- I'm gonna go get help.
- Frankie, listen.
Danny, I'm sorry.
You were at the hospital.
He called me.
And he said he was lonely.
I'm sorry.
You need to go.
- Come with me.
- Frankie,
I don't wanna hurt you.
- Winnie.
- Frankie, go!
(suspenseful music)
(car beeping)
(starter motor whirring)
- Open the door, Frankie.
Hey, Frankie, it's me
It's Danny. Okay?
Open the door, Frankie.
(starter motor whirring)
I need you, Frankie.
I missed you so much.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(hands thudding)
- You don't have to
love me, but the kid.
(car beeping)
Look at me.
The kid.
You don't even know how to...
Open the fucking door.
Open the door, Frankie.
(Frankie crying)
Come on.
Come on.
Open the door.
You don't even drive.
Frankie. Open
the fucking door. (groans)
(engine rumbling)
Fuck.
(eerie pensive music)
(upbeat music)