Deadly Class (2018) s01e05 Episode Script
Saudade
1 Previously on "Deadly Class" I'm calling that school first thing tomorrow.
- What school? - My cousins I didn't exactly leave Tokyo on good terms.
- No one's sweet on Chico.
- I thought you two were I need a passport.
This is my chance to get away from him.
My dad owes the Mob, like, a million bucks.
And my mom, my brother, they're not going to survive him.
- What can we do? - Take a road trip to Vegas to kill my dad.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Forgotten all human etiquette.
What's expected of me here? Just be cool, be normal.
What do I do with my eyes Look at him, the floor? Stop! Trying to hide the tension only makes it obvious.
Fuck, where am I? I should know that.
Okay, piece it together Two 8-balls of coke.
Saya wouldn't shut up about water skiing.
Billy had a bottle of ether, but that wasn't it.
No, none of that matters.
Nothing before the acid matter.
Numbness in the face and hands.
Stomach lurches, compressing in on itself.
He knows.
Heart beating all wrong.
- He knows what you've done.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
No.
How'd he find out? Find out what? Something bad.
Before the ghost.
Jesus, what's the thing? The drugs, the fake ID, something worse than Oh Fuck.
I do this thing after I'm around people where I overanalyze every interaction to see where I went wrong, who I offended.
I sit up all night worrying I didn't catch the right cues or I said the wrong things.
Some might call that socially retarded.
Human interaction is just a manipulation dance A way for people to get what they want from each other.
Popular people They are just the best liars.
It gives people a reason not to act like assholes.
[SCOFFS.]
You're an asshole.
I am the most well adjusted person in this car.
Mm, does "well adjusted" go on drug-fueled road trips and use fake IDs to illegally gamble? I didn't lose my virginity to Becky Cruz.
I diddled her, but she didn't reciprocate.
Don't be a pig.
All I'm saying is you take a dude that far down the hall and then slam a blue door on his balls, would it kill her to jerk me off into a crusty napkin? You never had to sulk home with a pair of blue plums? A girl gets anywhere near me, and she begging for it.
That's 'cause you only date airheads.
Who, Ruthie? That was one time, and she's all talk.
She talks like a total asshole.
Dating advice coming from you? Shit, I wonder how Chico gonna react when he finds out you snuck away.
[ENGINE ROARS, INSECTS CHIRPING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
You guys smell that body odor and self-righteousness? Can only mean one thing.
We've entered into the dank domain of the hippie.
Yo, I signed on for a road trip to Vegas Maybe have some laughs, meet some fly girls.
What is this shit? Please don't tell me you're a Deadhead, please.
[ENGINE CUTS OFF.]
Hippies congregate here when they're not following Jerry Garcia's foul taint around.
Hippies have drugs.
- Ah.
- Oh.
- Since when do you partake? - I grew up Yakuza.
I managed a champagne club before I was 13.
Hard-core, not some rookie-hour, baby bullshit you pansies get up to.
Give me your money.
You can't trust these crunchy fuckers.
You don't think I can tell if someone is selling me bunk drugs? - GIRLS: Mm-mm.
- Let me deal with it.
Yeah, we'll take care of our own score.
[SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
So we're really doing this? Killing my dad? Yeah, mandatory.
The piece of shit owes the Mob so much money that if he doesn't die, and soon, my brother ends up in King's, and my mom ends up dead.
Yeah, but you're sure? Like, sure, sure? I'm only sure of one thing.
Life's about who you love and what you do for them.
Yo, if we stuck here until you burnouts score drugs, let's get that done and scoot.
This place is a bummer.
Mom said hippies is what you get in a godless society.
Your mom, the gang leader? Ain't nobody tossing up devil sticks in the hood.
Your mom's right.
A bunch of stinky, nomadic stragglers following a terrible band committed to an empty cause.
You buy that story Saya told? I heard Lin's really her dad, and if she don't get valedictorian, he'll kill her.
- You're an idiot.
- Just saying.
Sneaking off, hanging with us, drugs? "Us"? Saya's here to get with me.
As soon as she found out y'all roped me into his, she was packing a bag.
Her family just tried to kidnap her.
I don't think hooking up is a priority.
Yo, I heard she killed her cousin.
[GUITAR PLAYING SOFTLY.]
Heavy topic, rife with drama.
Let's pick this up back next session.
- Doses, brother? - Doses? Acid.
You want to buy some acid? 100 bucks a sheet.
- Here.
- Sweet.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- You want to drop acid? - Hell, no.
It melts your brain.
You ever done that shit before? Me? [SCOFFS.]
I'm the acid king.
[SCOFFS.]
I won the mirror at the state fair throwing balls at a toothless meth head.
Perfect, right? It really nails the shitty dive-bar coke-break ambiance.
Mm-hmm.
[SNORTS.]
[BOTH LAUGH.]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING.]
You are so my best friend.
Do you know that? Oh, totally! You're so goddamn cool! Oh, God.
[SNORTS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [LAUGHS.]
Out of my head, and my mouth's getting dry Feeling anything yet, acid king? I think it's bunk.
Ready to have the best fun ever? Damn skippy.
You're so uptight all the time.
Have fun, unwind, Marcus.
Be yourself.
I yeah, okay.
I want this to be fun.
I want to have fun with you, guapo.
- Do you want to have fun? - Sure.
Usually fun has less aggressive chest poking or none.
We found a guy with some real primo shit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Give me your money.
I warned you about these crunchy hippies and their bunk drugs, and you didn't listen to me.
And now you've thrown all your money away.
Wasn't that a Mother Goose tale? Mm, well, Maria and I got enough for the two of us, but you, the little piggy who built his house with bunk drugs, gets to enjoy the rest of the trip sober.
We'll see.
- What can I get you buddy? - Whatever's cheapest.
You're serious, right? [LAUGHS.]
I'd offer to help, but I know you prefer to score for yourself.
Hey, hey, I heard you kind folks are looking for some doses.
I got some real good windowpane blotter for you, my little sun stars, that'll get you centered so you can experience this harmonious trip on starship Earth.
Get out of here with your bunk drugs, jelly hippie.
Wow, you need to chill way out, man.
This stuff is good.
It's real, uh, visual.
Hey, I got ten hits right here.
So you try them out, and if you like them, I'll come back, and then maybe you can buy some.
No, I'm good.
Too late! - Come on, man.
- No worries, Willie.
We've already been burned once today.
Fuck your sham drugs.
Whoa.
Well, good luck, man.
[LAUGHS.]
Dude, that was seven hits.
It it was probably bunk, right? You better hope so.
Let's spend the night together now Ah, the digital mountains are coming! The digital mountains are coming at me.
I probably should have said something.
They surround everything.
They infect.
Marcus, the mountains are fine.
[LAUGHS.]
You, however, are out of your mind.
You let me know when they're gone, okay, yeah? Hey, man, we're going to be here for a long time if we waiting for the mountains to leave.
- Okay, let me know when! - Word! [TRIPPY KNOCKING, WHOOSHING.]
What do we do? How are you? I'm tripping balls, and I only took one.
[WHOOSHING CONTINUES.]
Marcus, sweetie, the mountains aren't going away.
But you have to come out.
They won't infect you with the digital consciousness.
- Promise.
- I'm back, bitches! [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I got a blow job from a girl for a pair of Steve Miller tickets.
Oh, these hippies ain't half bad.
I mean, it's not exactly free love, but love.
[CHUCKLES.]
- Uh, now I feel kind of sad.
- Not now, man.
We all tripping.
But Marcus Marcus is tripping.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
You got a head full of drugs, huh, little guy? Don't you worry, we're going to get you out of here.
Get you to a bed, something to eat.
I booked us a room.
[DEEP, CREEPY VOICE.]
We're going to Big Top Big Top! [WIND WHOOSHES.]
Was it Sinatra who said that the Strip is a bummer on seven hits of acid? Or was that Louis Prima? [CIGARETTE SIZZLING.]
You can't fight it.
Your head'll explode, you know? So lean in.
Think happy thoughts.
Marcus? Hee-hee! [LAUGHS.]
Gosh and begorra! The trip is whatever you bring to it! [GIGGLES.]
Vote for me, and I'll set you free.
[LAUGHS.]
We can't change reality.
[ECHOING.]
But we can change the way we feel about it.
[ECHOING.]
Life is not a dress rehearsal, Marcus.
Mom, don't leave me! [WHISPERING.]
The turbines have needs.
Gravity bends us to them.
[GRUNTING, SCREAMING.]
I'm not quite what I expected.
Do you feel the same way of things? Can you see my DNA? Everything is going to be okay now.
Remember, you promised to have fun.
[STEADY ROCK MUSIC.]
Serpents swimming through concrete reality, their backs arching.
Strangers will know.
He has the flu.
Yeah, man.
I knew it.
I always knew it, man.
[LAUGHS.]
Time was frozen for a million years.
I was alone Undying in a world of statues.
[EERIE SHRILL.]
Of course, once time resumed, none of you knew, but I did.
I see that end-of-movie text telling us where we're going to be in the future.
Billy Bennett finally marries Petra, and he becomes the Frankenstein window washer.
If you're not careful, you lose what you were and become whatever the experiences dictate, and I don't want you to do that because I just Oh, so soft.
Why would somebody shit in the ice machine? I don't think anybody did.
Did you want me to get you some ice? Can you and I be friends, Teddy Ruxpin? Tell me a story about friendship and caring.
Dude, I'm a human boy.
[GRUNTS.]
You tricked me.
Ahh I'm not the acid king.
[TRIPPY MUSIC.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Mm, time is moving faster now.
We wilt against the exponentially increasing current.
It's okay, Marcus.
[ECHOES.]
Everything's going to be okay.
[SCOFFS, ECHOING.]
What if it what if it never ends? What if this never ends? I'm going to take care of you.
Relax, this is who we are now.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
This is who I am now.
How much acid does it take to kill somebody? I guess it depends on how strong it was.
The hippie ran off pretty fast.
Why did I do it? The answer makes me nauseous.
Blood-soaked, overdosed, nearing mental and physical collapse, all to impress them.
[CREAKING.]
The weak do not belong in my school.
All to show them how fearless and cool I am, to hide the truth that I'm terrified of being alone, terrified of another year without a friend, without a home.
- How did we get here? - Hey, buddy, I'm home.
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
I'm watching the past projected on to my current reality.
[SPUTTERING.]
What's wrong with you, Marcus? Have you been smoking that wacky tobacky? The undulating room of formless shapes melting, the albino God on the throne of doll heads.
Again? [LAUGHTER.]
[SOFT MUSIC.]
Sure, an albino God on a throne of doll heads.
You're doing great, buddy.
Where'd everyone go? To the am/pm to get smokes and snacks and stuff.
Maria went to the pool.
I told you that, like, six times, dude.
- Are you mad at me? - What? No, dude.
Just nervous.
- Why? - My dad's staying in the next room.
I'm going to set a device on his door.
Let us know when he gets back, keeps it from locking.
I-I'm having a hard time.
My dad not all bad.
There are these moments where you can see the good guy inside Like he's trapped inside an asshole.
Didn't he put your mom in danger and send you to King's to pay a debt? Yeah.
That's the thing The shitty part of him is super shitty.
He doesn't care who he hurts.
He He can't stop himself.
He just keeps digging himself a deeper hole.
The good guy inside lost the battle.
Yoo-hoo! How'd you get yourself into this bad trouble, friend? All that acid Won't be long now.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Your nervous system's gonna collapse.
[LAUGHS.]
You know who you should call.
My parents.
Apologize for killing myself.
Apologize for the needy part that made me do all these things.
Marcus, aren't your parents, you know The parents are going to be disappointed in me.
[SLOWLY.]
Your parents are dead, Marcus.
[NORMAL VOICE.]
Look, my old man should be back any minute.
Are you still up for this? Now is all we have.
[ECHOING.]
Here and now.
- Yeah, here and now.
- Right.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[OBJECTS CLATTER.]
[CIGARETTE SIZZLING.]
[LOUD THUMP.]
[THUMPING, OBJECTS CLATTERING.]
[THUMPING, OBJECTS CLATTERING.]
[CLATTERING CONTINUES.]
[CLATTERING CONTINUES.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
- Fuck you! Help! - I don't [GRUNTING.]
Cocksucker! All I ever wanted was obedience from you, peckerhead! You couldn't even succeed at that! What are you, his boyfriend? [GRUNTING.]
Aah! You picked the wrong guy, sonny bo Oh! Mother Son of a [GASPING SOFTLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Dad? [WHIMPERING LOUDLY.]
[SOBBING.]
[WHIMPERING LOUDLY.]
[SOBS.]
I never asked you for anything.
[SOBS.]
I Why couldn't [SOBBING.]
Why didn't you Why? [YELLING.]
Why? [SOBBING.]
Shh.
We have to hide the body.
W-we made so much noise.
[BLUBBERING.]
Shh.
Grab his hands.
Grab his hands.
[GRUNTING, CRYING.]
- What What did I do? - It wasn't you.
I did it.
Oh, Marcus.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
I see you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
This is too much.
It's worse than I thought.
People, the lights.
I can't do it.
No option, you let the door close.
Locked us out of our room.
Just hold it together.
Got to find Saya or Maria.
They have the keys.
I feel like we're not good people.
- Like, maybe, we're - Hey, yo, Marcus.
That's right, I'm talking to you.
You looking real good.
Hey.
Quit bugging.
Come over here and play.
These slots are looser than your mother.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES.]
Round and round it goes, clothes and hos.
- We have a winner.
- Keep putting money in me.
I'll keep taking it from your dumb ass.
[MACHINE RATTLES.]
- [BELL RINGING.]
- You won, bitch! Hey, hey, this bitch over here winning! Congratulations, but take a bath.
[MACHINE BEEPING WILDLY.]
Is this okay? People watching me.
No, doesn't matter.
I didn't do anything wrong, no.
Oh, no.
Too bad, bitch.
You have a head full of dumb shit.
[CHUCKLES.]
This [LAUGHS.]
Holy cow, that is one terrible fake ID.
[LAUGHING.]
He's going to see my hands.
See the blood.
He'll know what I did.
[EERIE WHOOSHING.]
You changed the date with a pen and laminated it.
You retarded, son? Well, are you? [WHOOSHING CONTINUES.]
I'm going to make your shit brain a deal.
I'm going to take the money and the fake ID, and you can go and screw off out of my casino! What do you say? Yes, please.
[SOFT EERIE MUSIC.]
He H e didn't know.
Didn't know what, Marcus? My hands.
My hands are clean.
[ECHOING.]
Blood was in your hand because you're high on drugs, man.
What do I do now? Call your mother.
Apologize for what you became.
Tell her it wasn't her fault.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
What you don't focus on will come true.
[COINS RATTLE.]
Try not to focus on how bad I want this to be over.
Try not to focus on how bad I want to be back home with them How bad I miss them, how bad I want to be her innocent little boy again.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
Shit, I smell like an armpit's ball sack.
He can smell me.
Ah, he thinks I'm being a dick.
Shit, I don't remember what to say in elevators.
What is elevator etiquette? Think! Say something, or he'll think you're rude.
[ELEVATOR CLANGS, BELL RINGING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- What's up, queerbait? - [GASPS.]
Am I tripping you out, man? - C-Chester, you you are - Pretty? No, you're surprised I'm alive.
Is that it? You couldn't piece together what happened at the home.
That's because you're dumb as shit.
Animals I understand, because animals can't lie.
Can't never let you down, unlike my old bunkmate, Marcus.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I was planning to kill you, for real.
Came all this way.
But on the ride in, I seen all these shows All these big lights.
It got me thinking.
People are killed every day.
Nobody gives a shit.
But if I'm going to get famous, get my book deal, get on "Donahue," I got to do this with pizzazz.
PT Barnum style.
A real Hollywood barn dance.
[ELEVATOR WHIRRING.]
Keep on rockin' like Dokken, brother.
Gonna fuck with you in a bit - And get me on "Donahue.
" - [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- [ELEVATOR RUMBLES.]
- You still here? [ELEVATOR WHIRRING.]
Open the door! Let me in! Chester He found me! I can't take it out here anymore, I can't! Please don't make me deal with this anymore.
I can't take it anymore.
- [LOCK CLICKS.]
- Maria, it was him.
His face was melted, but it was him.
[CHUCKLES.]
You're tripping.
Everything melts.
It's fine.
- You're okay.
- Nothing's okay.
My soul is gone, and the The Devil keeps following me.
A window I left open.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Have you ever loved someone who mistreated you? Someone who used you to aid in their own delusions? Used your flexibility to force you into something harmful, no matter what the price to your soul? Yes.
So am I wrong for running away? Can you identify with that? The need to disappear, to start over? The only way I can identify with anyone is through a similar painful experience.
Like your pain is the only thing that defines you.
Have you ever been laid on acid? I-I've never been laid.
[DOOR OPENS.]
Oh.
Motherfucker.
[BOTH YELL.]
What are you doing? Run! Heartless bitch! After everything I've done for you! [DEAD KENNEDYS' "HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA".]
That punk-ass bitch.
[GUNSHOT.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[HORNS HONKING.]
- Help me! Somebody help! - [SCREAMS.]
In daddy's car thinking you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Come on! To parade your snazz on your five-grand stereo It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia [ALARM RINGING.]
I am a meaningless spurt of consciousness.
No God watching over me.
My life is insignificant.
A short dull buzz A brief flicker.
None of it means anything.
It was just shit that happened, and the universe moves on.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GUN COCKS.]
Okay, now, don't mess with me, boy.
I hear you.
Stay cool.
Hey, Marcus.
Wake up, dick brains.
Whoa, head trauma and an overdose of LSD? Great hoobity-doobity! [TRUMPETS.]
- What is this? - This? This is hell, you silly butthole! Now, listen, you and me We've been through some heavy shit together, so I'm going to level with you.
[LAUGHS.]
You're fucked but good, Chumley, right up your face and ass.
So much as twitch, and you're dead, hombre.
Easy.
It's all good.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
No, I didn't I wouldn't Hey, yo, come out, man.
I'm I'm not feeling very good.
Could you maybe leave me alone? Get out of the damn trash.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
When I found her, Maria was just like you.
Guess rats can smell each other, huh? - I didn't - We're way past denial! You were about to fuck my girl, homes! One of us has to die.
You understand that? Here A fighting chance.
A ticket to your real reputation.
You get that gun, you put a hole in me, only then you can screw my girl! Chico, Chico! [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- What did you do? - Chico, man, calm down.
Think.
You can't kill another student.
Lin will expel you.
I get it, man.
You're super pissed.
Look at him.
He's learned his lesson.
Whatever happened, it's just a big mistake.
[GASPING.]
You know what's a real mistake? Putting your hand on me, pendejo.
[GROANING.]
You're so insecure, Chico, you got to hurt everyone who looks at you wrong? You're going to kill every guy I look at? I'd say "looking at" is minimizing what you were doing Unless you were just planning on looking at his dick.
After everything my family has done for you! - You'd be dead if it weren't for me! - I am dead [CRIES.]
And your family didn't save me.
They used me! [SOFT MUSIC.]
Shut up.
A sweet little chica who can get close to any target.
A sweet little chica to plant explosives.
- Shut up.
- Is that what your love is, Chico, huh? Forcing me to be a whore? [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I love you! [GUN COCKS.]
Don't, motherfucker.
Get out of here, Chico.
Go, or I'm going to kill you.
You? Me.
I'm terrified 'Cause I know all that hard-hitting gangbanger shit you get up to in Watts.
Except I hear there's rumors that Willie's a bitch.
Always sends his crew to do the dirty work.
Hey, you kick him one more time, and I'm going to shoot! You're going to shoot me? - Do it! Pull the trigger! - Do it, Willie! Shoot him! [TENSE MUSIC.]
Do it! [CHUCKLES.]
Willie can't.
I always knew you were a bitch.
People that act that hard never got the fire.
Yeah? Like you, asshole? You know, I ain't even worried about Lin, because he ain't going to find out about any of this shit.
Because I'm going to bury every one of you pendejo mother I need to be cleansed It's time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I'm down on my knees I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease I want release From all this decay Take it away I'm not the acid king.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- We have to go! - Chico's body! No time.
We got to jet.
Come on! To have and to hold Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
[ENGINE ROARING.]
[STEADY ROCK MUSIC.]
We burned through the Mojave Desert.
No one said a word.
We got stitched up by one of the secret backdoor medical clinics in our Guild handbook.
The acid had worn off, but the adrenaline fried our nerves.
The doc gave us enough Valium to keep moving, to fight the paralysis.
At some point on the way, I dozed off for the first time in days.
I woke up with a profound and indescribable feeling A specific sensation I haven't had since childhood, since my parents were alive.
A friend had come over for the weekend, and we had so much fun.
It was perfect.
And then, suddenly, it was over.
My friend went home, and I was left alone.
Sitting on a swing where, moments ago, we were laughing and playing.
Everything was quiet.
A sudden drop-off from the connection felt moments before.
A punctuated ending followed by that involuntary reflection that happens when life quickly changes from fast to slow, and I'm at home in it, cocooned in the tranquility and peace of some last shred of innocence that still exists in my heart.
A small boy Sitting on a swing, watching the sunset.
Will blow my fears away Will dry my tears away And dry my tears away And blow my fears away Embrace the wind With both arms Stop clouds dead in the sky Hang your head no more And beg no more Brother wolf
- What school? - My cousins I didn't exactly leave Tokyo on good terms.
- No one's sweet on Chico.
- I thought you two were I need a passport.
This is my chance to get away from him.
My dad owes the Mob, like, a million bucks.
And my mom, my brother, they're not going to survive him.
- What can we do? - Take a road trip to Vegas to kill my dad.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Forgotten all human etiquette.
What's expected of me here? Just be cool, be normal.
What do I do with my eyes Look at him, the floor? Stop! Trying to hide the tension only makes it obvious.
Fuck, where am I? I should know that.
Okay, piece it together Two 8-balls of coke.
Saya wouldn't shut up about water skiing.
Billy had a bottle of ether, but that wasn't it.
No, none of that matters.
Nothing before the acid matter.
Numbness in the face and hands.
Stomach lurches, compressing in on itself.
He knows.
Heart beating all wrong.
- He knows what you've done.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
No.
How'd he find out? Find out what? Something bad.
Before the ghost.
Jesus, what's the thing? The drugs, the fake ID, something worse than Oh Fuck.
I do this thing after I'm around people where I overanalyze every interaction to see where I went wrong, who I offended.
I sit up all night worrying I didn't catch the right cues or I said the wrong things.
Some might call that socially retarded.
Human interaction is just a manipulation dance A way for people to get what they want from each other.
Popular people They are just the best liars.
It gives people a reason not to act like assholes.
[SCOFFS.]
You're an asshole.
I am the most well adjusted person in this car.
Mm, does "well adjusted" go on drug-fueled road trips and use fake IDs to illegally gamble? I didn't lose my virginity to Becky Cruz.
I diddled her, but she didn't reciprocate.
Don't be a pig.
All I'm saying is you take a dude that far down the hall and then slam a blue door on his balls, would it kill her to jerk me off into a crusty napkin? You never had to sulk home with a pair of blue plums? A girl gets anywhere near me, and she begging for it.
That's 'cause you only date airheads.
Who, Ruthie? That was one time, and she's all talk.
She talks like a total asshole.
Dating advice coming from you? Shit, I wonder how Chico gonna react when he finds out you snuck away.
[ENGINE ROARS, INSECTS CHIRPING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
You guys smell that body odor and self-righteousness? Can only mean one thing.
We've entered into the dank domain of the hippie.
Yo, I signed on for a road trip to Vegas Maybe have some laughs, meet some fly girls.
What is this shit? Please don't tell me you're a Deadhead, please.
[ENGINE CUTS OFF.]
Hippies congregate here when they're not following Jerry Garcia's foul taint around.
Hippies have drugs.
- Ah.
- Oh.
- Since when do you partake? - I grew up Yakuza.
I managed a champagne club before I was 13.
Hard-core, not some rookie-hour, baby bullshit you pansies get up to.
Give me your money.
You can't trust these crunchy fuckers.
You don't think I can tell if someone is selling me bunk drugs? - GIRLS: Mm-mm.
- Let me deal with it.
Yeah, we'll take care of our own score.
[SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
So we're really doing this? Killing my dad? Yeah, mandatory.
The piece of shit owes the Mob so much money that if he doesn't die, and soon, my brother ends up in King's, and my mom ends up dead.
Yeah, but you're sure? Like, sure, sure? I'm only sure of one thing.
Life's about who you love and what you do for them.
Yo, if we stuck here until you burnouts score drugs, let's get that done and scoot.
This place is a bummer.
Mom said hippies is what you get in a godless society.
Your mom, the gang leader? Ain't nobody tossing up devil sticks in the hood.
Your mom's right.
A bunch of stinky, nomadic stragglers following a terrible band committed to an empty cause.
You buy that story Saya told? I heard Lin's really her dad, and if she don't get valedictorian, he'll kill her.
- You're an idiot.
- Just saying.
Sneaking off, hanging with us, drugs? "Us"? Saya's here to get with me.
As soon as she found out y'all roped me into his, she was packing a bag.
Her family just tried to kidnap her.
I don't think hooking up is a priority.
Yo, I heard she killed her cousin.
[GUITAR PLAYING SOFTLY.]
Heavy topic, rife with drama.
Let's pick this up back next session.
- Doses, brother? - Doses? Acid.
You want to buy some acid? 100 bucks a sheet.
- Here.
- Sweet.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- You want to drop acid? - Hell, no.
It melts your brain.
You ever done that shit before? Me? [SCOFFS.]
I'm the acid king.
[SCOFFS.]
I won the mirror at the state fair throwing balls at a toothless meth head.
Perfect, right? It really nails the shitty dive-bar coke-break ambiance.
Mm-hmm.
[SNORTS.]
[BOTH LAUGH.]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING.]
You are so my best friend.
Do you know that? Oh, totally! You're so goddamn cool! Oh, God.
[SNORTS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [LAUGHS.]
Out of my head, and my mouth's getting dry Feeling anything yet, acid king? I think it's bunk.
Ready to have the best fun ever? Damn skippy.
You're so uptight all the time.
Have fun, unwind, Marcus.
Be yourself.
I yeah, okay.
I want this to be fun.
I want to have fun with you, guapo.
- Do you want to have fun? - Sure.
Usually fun has less aggressive chest poking or none.
We found a guy with some real primo shit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Give me your money.
I warned you about these crunchy hippies and their bunk drugs, and you didn't listen to me.
And now you've thrown all your money away.
Wasn't that a Mother Goose tale? Mm, well, Maria and I got enough for the two of us, but you, the little piggy who built his house with bunk drugs, gets to enjoy the rest of the trip sober.
We'll see.
- What can I get you buddy? - Whatever's cheapest.
You're serious, right? [LAUGHS.]
I'd offer to help, but I know you prefer to score for yourself.
Hey, hey, I heard you kind folks are looking for some doses.
I got some real good windowpane blotter for you, my little sun stars, that'll get you centered so you can experience this harmonious trip on starship Earth.
Get out of here with your bunk drugs, jelly hippie.
Wow, you need to chill way out, man.
This stuff is good.
It's real, uh, visual.
Hey, I got ten hits right here.
So you try them out, and if you like them, I'll come back, and then maybe you can buy some.
No, I'm good.
Too late! - Come on, man.
- No worries, Willie.
We've already been burned once today.
Fuck your sham drugs.
Whoa.
Well, good luck, man.
[LAUGHS.]
Dude, that was seven hits.
It it was probably bunk, right? You better hope so.
Let's spend the night together now Ah, the digital mountains are coming! The digital mountains are coming at me.
I probably should have said something.
They surround everything.
They infect.
Marcus, the mountains are fine.
[LAUGHS.]
You, however, are out of your mind.
You let me know when they're gone, okay, yeah? Hey, man, we're going to be here for a long time if we waiting for the mountains to leave.
- Okay, let me know when! - Word! [TRIPPY KNOCKING, WHOOSHING.]
What do we do? How are you? I'm tripping balls, and I only took one.
[WHOOSHING CONTINUES.]
Marcus, sweetie, the mountains aren't going away.
But you have to come out.
They won't infect you with the digital consciousness.
- Promise.
- I'm back, bitches! [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I got a blow job from a girl for a pair of Steve Miller tickets.
Oh, these hippies ain't half bad.
I mean, it's not exactly free love, but love.
[CHUCKLES.]
- Uh, now I feel kind of sad.
- Not now, man.
We all tripping.
But Marcus Marcus is tripping.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
You got a head full of drugs, huh, little guy? Don't you worry, we're going to get you out of here.
Get you to a bed, something to eat.
I booked us a room.
[DEEP, CREEPY VOICE.]
We're going to Big Top Big Top! [WIND WHOOSHES.]
Was it Sinatra who said that the Strip is a bummer on seven hits of acid? Or was that Louis Prima? [CIGARETTE SIZZLING.]
You can't fight it.
Your head'll explode, you know? So lean in.
Think happy thoughts.
Marcus? Hee-hee! [LAUGHS.]
Gosh and begorra! The trip is whatever you bring to it! [GIGGLES.]
Vote for me, and I'll set you free.
[LAUGHS.]
We can't change reality.
[ECHOING.]
But we can change the way we feel about it.
[ECHOING.]
Life is not a dress rehearsal, Marcus.
Mom, don't leave me! [WHISPERING.]
The turbines have needs.
Gravity bends us to them.
[GRUNTING, SCREAMING.]
I'm not quite what I expected.
Do you feel the same way of things? Can you see my DNA? Everything is going to be okay now.
Remember, you promised to have fun.
[STEADY ROCK MUSIC.]
Serpents swimming through concrete reality, their backs arching.
Strangers will know.
He has the flu.
Yeah, man.
I knew it.
I always knew it, man.
[LAUGHS.]
Time was frozen for a million years.
I was alone Undying in a world of statues.
[EERIE SHRILL.]
Of course, once time resumed, none of you knew, but I did.
I see that end-of-movie text telling us where we're going to be in the future.
Billy Bennett finally marries Petra, and he becomes the Frankenstein window washer.
If you're not careful, you lose what you were and become whatever the experiences dictate, and I don't want you to do that because I just Oh, so soft.
Why would somebody shit in the ice machine? I don't think anybody did.
Did you want me to get you some ice? Can you and I be friends, Teddy Ruxpin? Tell me a story about friendship and caring.
Dude, I'm a human boy.
[GRUNTS.]
You tricked me.
Ahh I'm not the acid king.
[TRIPPY MUSIC.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Mm, time is moving faster now.
We wilt against the exponentially increasing current.
It's okay, Marcus.
[ECHOES.]
Everything's going to be okay.
[SCOFFS, ECHOING.]
What if it what if it never ends? What if this never ends? I'm going to take care of you.
Relax, this is who we are now.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
This is who I am now.
How much acid does it take to kill somebody? I guess it depends on how strong it was.
The hippie ran off pretty fast.
Why did I do it? The answer makes me nauseous.
Blood-soaked, overdosed, nearing mental and physical collapse, all to impress them.
[CREAKING.]
The weak do not belong in my school.
All to show them how fearless and cool I am, to hide the truth that I'm terrified of being alone, terrified of another year without a friend, without a home.
- How did we get here? - Hey, buddy, I'm home.
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
I'm watching the past projected on to my current reality.
[SPUTTERING.]
What's wrong with you, Marcus? Have you been smoking that wacky tobacky? The undulating room of formless shapes melting, the albino God on the throne of doll heads.
Again? [LAUGHTER.]
[SOFT MUSIC.]
Sure, an albino God on a throne of doll heads.
You're doing great, buddy.
Where'd everyone go? To the am/pm to get smokes and snacks and stuff.
Maria went to the pool.
I told you that, like, six times, dude.
- Are you mad at me? - What? No, dude.
Just nervous.
- Why? - My dad's staying in the next room.
I'm going to set a device on his door.
Let us know when he gets back, keeps it from locking.
I-I'm having a hard time.
My dad not all bad.
There are these moments where you can see the good guy inside Like he's trapped inside an asshole.
Didn't he put your mom in danger and send you to King's to pay a debt? Yeah.
That's the thing The shitty part of him is super shitty.
He doesn't care who he hurts.
He He can't stop himself.
He just keeps digging himself a deeper hole.
The good guy inside lost the battle.
Yoo-hoo! How'd you get yourself into this bad trouble, friend? All that acid Won't be long now.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Your nervous system's gonna collapse.
[LAUGHS.]
You know who you should call.
My parents.
Apologize for killing myself.
Apologize for the needy part that made me do all these things.
Marcus, aren't your parents, you know The parents are going to be disappointed in me.
[SLOWLY.]
Your parents are dead, Marcus.
[NORMAL VOICE.]
Look, my old man should be back any minute.
Are you still up for this? Now is all we have.
[ECHOING.]
Here and now.
- Yeah, here and now.
- Right.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[OBJECTS CLATTER.]
[CIGARETTE SIZZLING.]
[LOUD THUMP.]
[THUMPING, OBJECTS CLATTERING.]
[THUMPING, OBJECTS CLATTERING.]
[CLATTERING CONTINUES.]
[CLATTERING CONTINUES.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
- Fuck you! Help! - I don't [GRUNTING.]
Cocksucker! All I ever wanted was obedience from you, peckerhead! You couldn't even succeed at that! What are you, his boyfriend? [GRUNTING.]
Aah! You picked the wrong guy, sonny bo Oh! Mother Son of a [GASPING SOFTLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Dad? [WHIMPERING LOUDLY.]
[SOBBING.]
[WHIMPERING LOUDLY.]
[SOBS.]
I never asked you for anything.
[SOBS.]
I Why couldn't [SOBBING.]
Why didn't you Why? [YELLING.]
Why? [SOBBING.]
Shh.
We have to hide the body.
W-we made so much noise.
[BLUBBERING.]
Shh.
Grab his hands.
Grab his hands.
[GRUNTING, CRYING.]
- What What did I do? - It wasn't you.
I did it.
Oh, Marcus.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
I see you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
This is too much.
It's worse than I thought.
People, the lights.
I can't do it.
No option, you let the door close.
Locked us out of our room.
Just hold it together.
Got to find Saya or Maria.
They have the keys.
I feel like we're not good people.
- Like, maybe, we're - Hey, yo, Marcus.
That's right, I'm talking to you.
You looking real good.
Hey.
Quit bugging.
Come over here and play.
These slots are looser than your mother.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES.]
Round and round it goes, clothes and hos.
- We have a winner.
- Keep putting money in me.
I'll keep taking it from your dumb ass.
[MACHINE RATTLES.]
- [BELL RINGING.]
- You won, bitch! Hey, hey, this bitch over here winning! Congratulations, but take a bath.
[MACHINE BEEPING WILDLY.]
Is this okay? People watching me.
No, doesn't matter.
I didn't do anything wrong, no.
Oh, no.
Too bad, bitch.
You have a head full of dumb shit.
[CHUCKLES.]
This [LAUGHS.]
Holy cow, that is one terrible fake ID.
[LAUGHING.]
He's going to see my hands.
See the blood.
He'll know what I did.
[EERIE WHOOSHING.]
You changed the date with a pen and laminated it.
You retarded, son? Well, are you? [WHOOSHING CONTINUES.]
I'm going to make your shit brain a deal.
I'm going to take the money and the fake ID, and you can go and screw off out of my casino! What do you say? Yes, please.
[SOFT EERIE MUSIC.]
He H e didn't know.
Didn't know what, Marcus? My hands.
My hands are clean.
[ECHOING.]
Blood was in your hand because you're high on drugs, man.
What do I do now? Call your mother.
Apologize for what you became.
Tell her it wasn't her fault.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
What you don't focus on will come true.
[COINS RATTLE.]
Try not to focus on how bad I want this to be over.
Try not to focus on how bad I want to be back home with them How bad I miss them, how bad I want to be her innocent little boy again.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
Shit, I smell like an armpit's ball sack.
He can smell me.
Ah, he thinks I'm being a dick.
Shit, I don't remember what to say in elevators.
What is elevator etiquette? Think! Say something, or he'll think you're rude.
[ELEVATOR CLANGS, BELL RINGING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- What's up, queerbait? - [GASPS.]
Am I tripping you out, man? - C-Chester, you you are - Pretty? No, you're surprised I'm alive.
Is that it? You couldn't piece together what happened at the home.
That's because you're dumb as shit.
Animals I understand, because animals can't lie.
Can't never let you down, unlike my old bunkmate, Marcus.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I was planning to kill you, for real.
Came all this way.
But on the ride in, I seen all these shows All these big lights.
It got me thinking.
People are killed every day.
Nobody gives a shit.
But if I'm going to get famous, get my book deal, get on "Donahue," I got to do this with pizzazz.
PT Barnum style.
A real Hollywood barn dance.
[ELEVATOR WHIRRING.]
Keep on rockin' like Dokken, brother.
Gonna fuck with you in a bit - And get me on "Donahue.
" - [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- [ELEVATOR RUMBLES.]
- You still here? [ELEVATOR WHIRRING.]
Open the door! Let me in! Chester He found me! I can't take it out here anymore, I can't! Please don't make me deal with this anymore.
I can't take it anymore.
- [LOCK CLICKS.]
- Maria, it was him.
His face was melted, but it was him.
[CHUCKLES.]
You're tripping.
Everything melts.
It's fine.
- You're okay.
- Nothing's okay.
My soul is gone, and the The Devil keeps following me.
A window I left open.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Have you ever loved someone who mistreated you? Someone who used you to aid in their own delusions? Used your flexibility to force you into something harmful, no matter what the price to your soul? Yes.
So am I wrong for running away? Can you identify with that? The need to disappear, to start over? The only way I can identify with anyone is through a similar painful experience.
Like your pain is the only thing that defines you.
Have you ever been laid on acid? I-I've never been laid.
[DOOR OPENS.]
Oh.
Motherfucker.
[BOTH YELL.]
What are you doing? Run! Heartless bitch! After everything I've done for you! [DEAD KENNEDYS' "HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA".]
That punk-ass bitch.
[GUNSHOT.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[HORNS HONKING.]
- Help me! Somebody help! - [SCREAMS.]
In daddy's car thinking you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Come on! To parade your snazz on your five-grand stereo It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia [ALARM RINGING.]
I am a meaningless spurt of consciousness.
No God watching over me.
My life is insignificant.
A short dull buzz A brief flicker.
None of it means anything.
It was just shit that happened, and the universe moves on.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GUN COCKS.]
Okay, now, don't mess with me, boy.
I hear you.
Stay cool.
Hey, Marcus.
Wake up, dick brains.
Whoa, head trauma and an overdose of LSD? Great hoobity-doobity! [TRUMPETS.]
- What is this? - This? This is hell, you silly butthole! Now, listen, you and me We've been through some heavy shit together, so I'm going to level with you.
[LAUGHS.]
You're fucked but good, Chumley, right up your face and ass.
So much as twitch, and you're dead, hombre.
Easy.
It's all good.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
No, I didn't I wouldn't Hey, yo, come out, man.
I'm I'm not feeling very good.
Could you maybe leave me alone? Get out of the damn trash.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
When I found her, Maria was just like you.
Guess rats can smell each other, huh? - I didn't - We're way past denial! You were about to fuck my girl, homes! One of us has to die.
You understand that? Here A fighting chance.
A ticket to your real reputation.
You get that gun, you put a hole in me, only then you can screw my girl! Chico, Chico! [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- What did you do? - Chico, man, calm down.
Think.
You can't kill another student.
Lin will expel you.
I get it, man.
You're super pissed.
Look at him.
He's learned his lesson.
Whatever happened, it's just a big mistake.
[GASPING.]
You know what's a real mistake? Putting your hand on me, pendejo.
[GROANING.]
You're so insecure, Chico, you got to hurt everyone who looks at you wrong? You're going to kill every guy I look at? I'd say "looking at" is minimizing what you were doing Unless you were just planning on looking at his dick.
After everything my family has done for you! - You'd be dead if it weren't for me! - I am dead [CRIES.]
And your family didn't save me.
They used me! [SOFT MUSIC.]
Shut up.
A sweet little chica who can get close to any target.
A sweet little chica to plant explosives.
- Shut up.
- Is that what your love is, Chico, huh? Forcing me to be a whore? [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I love you! [GUN COCKS.]
Don't, motherfucker.
Get out of here, Chico.
Go, or I'm going to kill you.
You? Me.
I'm terrified 'Cause I know all that hard-hitting gangbanger shit you get up to in Watts.
Except I hear there's rumors that Willie's a bitch.
Always sends his crew to do the dirty work.
Hey, you kick him one more time, and I'm going to shoot! You're going to shoot me? - Do it! Pull the trigger! - Do it, Willie! Shoot him! [TENSE MUSIC.]
Do it! [CHUCKLES.]
Willie can't.
I always knew you were a bitch.
People that act that hard never got the fire.
Yeah? Like you, asshole? You know, I ain't even worried about Lin, because he ain't going to find out about any of this shit.
Because I'm going to bury every one of you pendejo mother I need to be cleansed It's time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I'm down on my knees I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease I want release From all this decay Take it away I'm not the acid king.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- We have to go! - Chico's body! No time.
We got to jet.
Come on! To have and to hold Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
[ENGINE ROARING.]
[STEADY ROCK MUSIC.]
We burned through the Mojave Desert.
No one said a word.
We got stitched up by one of the secret backdoor medical clinics in our Guild handbook.
The acid had worn off, but the adrenaline fried our nerves.
The doc gave us enough Valium to keep moving, to fight the paralysis.
At some point on the way, I dozed off for the first time in days.
I woke up with a profound and indescribable feeling A specific sensation I haven't had since childhood, since my parents were alive.
A friend had come over for the weekend, and we had so much fun.
It was perfect.
And then, suddenly, it was over.
My friend went home, and I was left alone.
Sitting on a swing where, moments ago, we were laughing and playing.
Everything was quiet.
A sudden drop-off from the connection felt moments before.
A punctuated ending followed by that involuntary reflection that happens when life quickly changes from fast to slow, and I'm at home in it, cocooned in the tranquility and peace of some last shred of innocence that still exists in my heart.
A small boy Sitting on a swing, watching the sunset.
Will blow my fears away Will dry my tears away And dry my tears away And blow my fears away Embrace the wind With both arms Stop clouds dead in the sky Hang your head no more And beg no more Brother wolf