[Wind Whistling]
## [Orchestral]
[Man Narrating] The peaceful moment.
It doesn't really exist.
[Sighs]
By the time I finish this sentence...
about seven people around the world will make a huge mistake.
[Screams]
[Explosion]
They call them the Darwin Awards.
In the late '70s, they started giving out an award each year...
for the person who died in the most idiotic way.
The idea being, these people's actions are so moronic...
they're actually improving the gene pool by removing themselves from it.
For instance, Trip Hansen, an ad executive...
was showing off his new penthouse office.
Oh, man. Instant fuck pad.
You lucky bastard.
That glass? Four-ply.
- Bulletproof. - Bullshit. [Laughs]
[Chuckles] All right.
What are you doing?
Walkin' the talk.
- No, no, no, no! - He runs at the window.
- You know, to prove it was shatterproof. - [Glass Shattering]
Holy shit!
[Screaming]
Turns out it wasn't.
Everybody's gotta have a hobby. For me, it was the Darwin Awards.
There we are.
Okay, I guess you could say it was actually more of an obsession.
But I just couldn't help trying to imagine...
what type of personality it would take to meet such strange fates.
Why am I so obsessed with analyzing personalities?
[Sighs]
Well, that's my dayjob.
- [Alarm Beeping] - I'm a criminal profiler for the S.F.P.D., Homicide.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Stay on the other side of the tape.
[Young Man] Oh, you got it. You got it. Behind this tape. Perfect.
- That numb-nuts have clearance to be here? - Yeah.
The chief said I'd been selected to be followed around by this documentary filmmaker.
Said it would be good for P.R.
Truthfully, hejust seems like some kid out of college.
You know, originally when you asked about filming me...
I thought you meant a couple of hours.
It's been two days.
Just keep going about your job as if I'm not here.
Just pretend I'm invisible.
This guy was starting to get on my nerves.
[Documentarian] What are you eating?
- You still here? - What were you dreaming about?
Why liquid soap?
I'm considered the best profiler on the force.
It's a talent that began back in fourth grade.
[Man] I see a couple problems with your story.
[Woman] What problem?
First, you had to have been in the liquor store alone.
Second, he was a Seventh-day Adventist...
so why would he be in the liquor store?
## ['80s Rock]
It's not fair we have to do recess inside all year 'cause of you.
- Who says I did it? - You have a problem with authority.
Miss Fong flunked you in math.
And... the wood chips on the strongbox matches your Louisville Slugger exactly.
You tell Miss Fong, and it's your ass, Burrows!
[All Gasp]
Fourth grade was also the beginning of another lifelong condition.
- [Kids Taunting] - Hematophobia. Fainting response to the sight ofblood.
- [School Bell Rings] - My ability to connect the facts...
never really helped my popularity...
but at least it provided a job.
- We got plenty of Polaroids. - These are digital.
I'm takin' a extra set. You know, for Burrows.
Sh- If that little shit wants to help out with this investigation...
let him get his ass down here just like everybody else.
He did. He's outside.
[Sighs]
So...
what made you choose me for this project anyway?
You were the only one on the force who agreed to do it.
Oh.
Five dead in four weeks.
It seemed like a serial case, and no one could solve it.
That meant it fell in my lap.
- Hi, Bill. - Okay.
Give me perps under six feet with size 14 shoes.
Check the clothing records at Quentin and Folsom.
S.F.P.D. Here. Working overtime.
[Sighs] Just ignore the camera.
- It's not all doughnuts and broads. - Oh, please. Don't encourage him.
Nobody under six feet's gonna have size 14-
Whoa! Look at this.
At least 378 people do.
Those footprints were half as deep as the others.
Guy couldn't have weighed more than 140.
- Isolate for guys with some college. Lit majors. - Why?
Locations of the attacks- The Hughes Laundromat...
Gates Apartments, Eliot Business College-
- They're all names of poets. - Huh.
Here's your short lit major cons with big feet.
I'd suggest you bring all five of'em in.
This perp's gonna be in deep hiding.
Criminology 101. Serial killers always follow the investigation of their crime.
"Hematophobia. Debilitating disorder, unresponsive to treatment."
Another fuckin' useless book.
You should leave. Now. Leave.
Police! Follow my command! Move down here nice and slow.
Nice and slow. That's it.
- What is this? Cops? - Get down on your knees!
Get on your knees! Interlace your fingers behind your head!
- Call 911. - I can't interfere. I have to keep filming.
- What? - It's part of the documentary process, man.
- You have to remain an objective observer. - You're fucking useless.
Yeah. This is Officer Burrows.
I need immediate backup on Columbus and Kerouac. Yeah.
Am I gonna have to sign a release?
Shut the fuck up!
- Oh! - [Documentarian] Oh, my God.
[Grunting]
"This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper."
That is the most over-quoted poem in modern lit.
What? Did you have to memorize that for your 11 th grade English class?
Fuck off.
Well, then.
Oh, my God.
- Turn it off. Turn it the fuck off! - Please don't. No, please don't.
[Chatter On Radio]
## [Rock]
## [Man Singing]
## [Continues]
Isn't this over? I'm not a cop anymore.
- There's nothing left to film. - A documentary is like a river.
You follow its natural course until it's-
Oh, just shut up and give me back the apartment keys.
## [Ends]
What are you doin'?
- If I tell you, will you go away? - For tonight.
I'm looking at all the bills I can't pay-
Rent, Visa, electricity, insurance.
Okay, what's goin'on?
What's that?
What are you doin'? What's that?
You can't follow me.
- What did you say this was for? - [Documentarian] Student film.
It's also a helpful research tool.
Mr. Burrows...
First Fidelity Life and Casualty already has the most complete profiles in the business.
Yeah, you've got risk profiles for heart disease, cancer, even drunk driving.
But nothing for these Darwin Award types.
But you have no experience in insurance profiles.
I was the best on the force at personality profiles- Predicting people's behavior.
Yeah, but we already have a full staff of actuaries-
I can tell you what kind of underwear you're wearing.
- Excuse me? - Bikini-cut briefs.
Color? Probably red.
- No, make that black. - H-H-How do you-
If that were the case, how would you-
You have pictures of your wife on your desk, but not of children.
Bikini-cut briefs drastically reduce a man's fertility.
Being in the insurance industry, my guess is you're aware of this...
and your fertility restriction is by design.
Probably 'cause you're having an affair.
Given your age andjob status, there's a 62% chance you're having an affair anyway.
But the two gifts in your office make it a certainty.
One from Gump's, obviously for your wife...
probably bought out of guilt.
The other, from Sugarpuss on Haight Street...
which, let's just say, is not where one shops for their wife.
According to psychological studies...
black is the color chosen by men in midlife crisis trying to rebel...
but who, in fact, are simply... terrified of death.
[Documentarian Whispers] Damn.
- Could you turn the camera off, please? - You got it.
Why-
Why should First Fidelity care about these Darwin cases?
The cases I describe in my report cost your company $22 million per annum.
- That's last year alone. - Jesus.
- You said there's no profile. - Right.
Well, we create one.
[Burrows Narrating] You can predict a person's fate based on three traits.
For instance, if you weigh over 250 pounds, use bar soap rather than liquid...
and don't have a nonskid surface in your shower, you have a 2.2% chance of-
- That's worldwide. - [Grunts]
Sad thing is, 90% of these accidents are preventable.
Just requires a little precaution.
Get someone to study these Darwin Award types...
find three common risk factors, you got your profile.
Screen against this profile, you'll save $22 million per annum.
Okay. Okay. You begin immediately...
and, um, you start with- with those.
Th-These cases are all over the country. See, l-I don't travel.
- I've- I've never been out of San Francisco. - Well, that's a deal-breaker.
You have four weeks to prove your theory. If you're right, you have a job. If not-
Four weeks isn't nearly enough time.
I'm gonna pair you with a claims investigator.
And she specializes in, um, unusual cases.
- Jim, you mind? - Mm-mmm.
Zippy Cola is a client of First Fidelity.
They've got a potential wrongful death suit on their hands.
[Documentarian] You nervous?
No. Feels good to be working again.
[Gasps]
[Documentarian] That's a lot ofblood.
[Breathing Heavily]
- [Squishing] - [Documentarian] Ugh. Gross.
- Could you please not- - Oh, my God.
[Gasps]
[Breathing Heavily]
Yeah. I've got enough for now.
Has anybody checked the coins?
[Man] Who the hell's this guy?
[Scoffs, Chuckles]
- Who the fuck is this guy? - [Chuckles]
I have everything I need. Thank you.
I just noticed his right sleeve is ripped.
Seriously. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck is this camera doing here?
Hello? Can you look at me when I'm talking to you?
- [Inhales] - Are you crazy?
My name is Burrows and-
[Squishing]
[Gasps]
[Woman] Are you all right?
Of course. Just a little light-headed.
Uh-huh. Listen.
I'm Siri Taylor. I'm the claims investigator.
And, uh, you are here only to observe.
So if you get another theory about our client's liability-
Well, I do have a theory regarding your client's liability.
[Burrows Narrating] People think motive analysis is unimaginative.
It's actually the opposite.
If you imagine all the possible scenarios...
- you'll find the one most likely. - [Clears Throat]
Who... is in fact... your daddy?
I am.
Come on!
Piece of shit! [Yells]
You like that? Come to papa.
Come to papi.
[Grunts]
[Chuckling]
Oh. Oh, shit.
[Screaming]
Any second now you can go ahead and... wipe that smile off your face.
[Grunts]
Hello?
I'm actually originally from South Bend.
I moved here for love. I know. It's, like, the oldest story in the book.
I needed my space, and much like you...
she, uh, wouldn't let me go.
- [Whirring] - Hey. Hey!
Hey! Hey! I'm in here!
Hey! Hello!
You minimum-wage asshole!
I'm in here! Motherfucker.
- [Alarm Buzzes] - Oh, shit.
[Woman's Voice] The building will be closed till Monday morning.
Have a nice weekend.
That's great.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
[Breathing Heavily]
[Burrows Narrating] Guys like Emile here...
they spend their whole lives testing the system.
Sooner or later, it's gonna catch up with 'em.
[Grunting]
- Uh-oh. - This is the way the world ends.
[Screaming]
[Siri] First of all, theories are bullshit.
"B", the legs on that machine, they failed.
So we have liability. Thirdly, this dickhead has to go.
- It was criminal tampering. - We only deal in hard proof.
Open up the machine. Check the inside for his prints.
Okay. You want enough rope to hang yourself? Fine.
One condition. You're wrong, and you get some other investigator.
All right. All right.
But if I'm right, we investigate my bullshit theories on these cases.
Hmm.
The deceased's prints coat the inside of all the machines.
You on the job?
Used to be. S.F.P.D.
Also seems I've saved Zippy Cola from a multimillion-dollar suit.
There's a non-tampering clause. See?
- [Documentarian] Does that help Emile Travers? - No.
But he was clearly in the wrong.
Oh, God. What the hell are you doing?
Just analyzing motivation.
Analyzing motivation.
It's simple. Greedy bastard didn't want to pay.
Got his hand caught in the cookie jar.
It's not a question of greed. Travers made over six figures.
He could afford cheese crackers. He did it to win.
- To feel like he was beating the system. - Fascinating.
So, tell me. Why are we going all the way to fucking Minnesota...
- for a simple stolen car claim? - [Clears Throat]
I picked Minnesota...
- 'cause the town hasn't had a stolen car in 42 years. - So?
So, the chances of a brand-new car being stolen...
in a town that hasn't had a theft in 42 years is 3,000-to-1.
Mmm. Oh, thank you.
- Thank you. - I ordered steamed vegetables.
Yeah, you know, hot dish is all we have after breakfast.
- What is that? - A spork.
A spork.
Combination of spoon and fork.
Right.
Of course. Of course.
[Chuckles] For an ex-cop, you're kind of a pussy, aren't you?
I'm not used to traveling. So what?
I'm not talking about that. The cashier.
You've been checking her out for, like, 20 minutes...
but you haven't said anything.
[Scoffs] I don't have time to-
- I'm here to concentrate on work. - Right.
Okay, listen, Casanova.
When we go to interview this car claim, just let me do the talking.
All right?
[Chortles]
[Laughing] S-Spork.
[Burrows Narrating] First rule of investigation- Notice everything.
- Would you like a cookie? - Oh, no, thank you.
Um, according to the form here, Mr. Sparrow...
it says the men took the car from you at gunpoint, correct?
- Yeah, that's how Bob got shot. - How completely terrifying.
Um, could you, for the record, just repeat the description of the men?
Oh, well, they were, uh, b-bad guys.
They were definitely, uh, you know, from the city there.
They weren't from around here. I would have known 'em.
Okay, so, bad men from the city.
Thank you, Mr. Sparrow. We're done.
- We're what? - Done.
Oh, I don't want any trouble. I just- I want the money back for my truck, is all.
Why are you making it so complicated?
I go through a hundred cases a year.
Ninety-nine percent of them are just plain accidents.
I mean, ifhe was lying- The things, theyjust happen. It's fate.
I believe in behavior, not fate.
So lightning comes shooting out of the sky...
and you're gonna blame the poor slob who got hit by it?
[Chortles] If he's playing golf during a thunderstorm, yes!
God.
Well, so what if I just decided to walk out here on the oh-so-dangerous ice.
No, no. I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Yeah, you probably wouldn't unzip your fly without assessing the risk first.
You know, you're being stupid. You're not being funny.
And 20% of back injuries occur on- Siri!
- [Grunts] - I'm- I'm coming! Shit.
- You all right? - [Sighs]
No. Yeah. I mean- It's just the fish.
Oh, Jesus. Sounds like you have a concussion.
No. No, dummy. The fish in the trees.
The fish in the-
[Siri] Everywhere.
[Pops]
They have carbon burns on them.
In this culture, the number 40 takes on an ominous tone.
There's a rise in recreational accidents for men between the ages 40 and 42.
Probably because men of that age can afford the recreational equipment to do the damage.
Damn.
- Goddamn. - That's right. Goddamn.
- Uh, what's she get per gallon? - Who gives a shit?
[Chuckles]
- Ow! - Watch the tire.
- [Engine Revving] - Oh, yeah!
- Ten cylinders, fuel injected! - Fuck you!
Okay? Fuck you for having this truck before I did!
Yeah, fuck me is right, eh?
[Burrows Narrating] Sparrow had been in three vehicular accidents.
- Ready, Max? - But other than that, his record was clean.
- [Barking] - Come on, boy. Come on.
Max! Good boy, Max.
This lake sucks. All the ducks are gone!
- Let's get some fish. - Yeah! Ice fishin'!
- This is gonna take an hour! - I got a better idea.
Recreational use ofhigh explosives is illegal in all 50 states.
But about 3,000 times a year, men like Tom Sparrow seem to find them.
- Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. - I got this from Wally down at the plant.
- So? - Well, I figure instead of busting our asses...
diggin' a hole in there, we'll just use this.
- [Chuckles] - [Chuckles]
Hey, shit. Be careful with that.
Relax, it's got an extra-long fuse.
- Besides, I almost made quarterback in high school. - Yeah?
- Jesus Christ! - What are you doin'?
Stop fuckin' around! Throw it!
- [Exhales] - Man.
- This is what it's all about. - I guess.
[Barking]
Heel, Max!
- You know, Max could get hurt. - Heel, Max! Heel!
He's fetching! Drop it!
Drop it, Max! Drop it!
Tom, what do we do now?
Run!
- Whoa! Fuck. - We gotta shoot!
No, Max!
[Bubbling]
- No! - Fuck!
Oh!
Bob! It's freezing!
- Hold up! Hold up! - [Burrows] One thing I've learned studying people.
Bravery and stupidity aren't mutually exclusive traits.
In fact, you might argue they're one and the same.
Bob! Oh! Bob!
[Groaning]
[Chatter On Radio]
Hey. You're zoning out again.
I want to go to the hospital. Visit the one who was shot.
Oh, come on. Come on. We're behind schedule already.
Besides, the case is closed. You didn't learn anything.
Correction. We learned he had a history of military surplus...
car accidents, and he's a second child.
- [Scoffs] - Just like Emile Travers.
Hey, you just hate the fact that the rookie solved the case.
- Hey! Who found the fish? - You fell.
It's not like you thought, "I'm gonna lie down and look for fish in the trees."
- You fell. - Fine, yeah, I fell. Falling.
Something you wouldn't have thought to do...
because you're too chickenshit to go out on the ice in the first place.
[Documentarian Laughs]
Laughing is not objective.
[Burrows Narrating] Before, these Darwin cases werejust a puzzle to solve.
Now I was connecting them to names and faces.
I wasn't satisfiedjust studying these accidents anymore.
I wanted to find a way to prevent them.
Sorry. Nurse!
Can you speed up a little bit?
Two-lane highways with broken lines are the most dangerous roads.
Seventy percent of accidents occur over the speed limit.
You're going 35 in a 45-mile-an-hour zone.
Most studies have a plus or minus 10% error. [Exhales]
I'm correcting for that.
## [Soft]
## [Man Singing]
- What is this? - The Piano Man.
He rocks. He's a musical genius.
It's been proven that soft music reduces stress.
- Lost your crazy mind. - Too hard-core for you?
## [Continues]
Fuck.
## [Continues]
## [Fades]
[Siri] What's so unusual about this life insurance claim...
that we're driving all the way to Nevada?
[Burrows] There's no body. No leads.
Except for one unusual piece of evidence.
[Sighs]
Forget it. [Sighs] Got nothin'.
No wreckage.
How far do the skid marks extend?
Uh, 2.8 miles.
No. You didn't look far enough.
[Scoffs] Listen, buddy, it's over.
We've got a million-dollar life insurance claim and no body.
How do you explain these?
You know what? It's not my job to, unless there's a body.
Didn't you stop to think something leaving a 2.8 mile skid mark...
was going inexplicably fast?
- [Pops] - Listen, we searched a hundred-yard radius...
on both sides of the skids and found nothing.
No. I mean really fast.
There's metal in the skid marks melted to the pavement.
From what?
Melted wheels.
- [Indistinct] - [Burrows Narrating] When a man oflimited means...
has a million-dollar life insurance policy, it raises questions.
Foul play by the beneficiary must always be considered.
Suicide, if proven, is cause for cancellation.
[Documentarian] You like her, don't you?
That's a bullshit question.
Now why is it a bullshit question?
You see, your whole "film school" objective observer theory is bullshit.
You're trying to get me to say certain things to create some kind of story.
Hey, it's all real footage, man.
No. It's the 90 minutes of footage you're gonna choose from hundreds of hours of tape.
Then you're gonna edit it to make someone look like the bad guy...
or someone look like the hero.
The only problem is, there are no heroes here.
[Man] Ow!
- [Rifle Cocks, Fires] - Harvey! Will you cut that racket out?
[Burrows Narrating] In many ways, Harvey was a model X-factor candidate.
He had the classic second-child personalities.
Stan, do you ever get the feeling there's a whole other world out there?
What? Like Europe?
On the surface, a second child is a responsible citizen.
[Harvey] Premium, right?
No. Mid-grade's fine. Thanks.
This has got fuel injection. You want it to run clean.
Just mid-grade.
But boiling just below the exterior of the second child...
is a competitive risk taker who craves attention.
Been working on my own car a bit.
She ain't much, but she's got a hell of a lot of torque.
- [Scoffs] Keep the change. - [Revs Engine]
[Engine Roars]
Oh, faster!
You can go faster, baby.
Oh, as fast as you can. Come on.
Oh! Go as fast as you can, please?
No, faster! You can go faster, baby, please?
All right, I'll go as fast as I can.
## [Classic Rock]
## [Man Singing]
- That's it. - [Documentarian] What's it?
## [Continues]
[Static]
[Singing With Radio] # Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again ##
[Static]
[Station Changes]
[Static Continues]
[Sniffles]
[Sighs]
[Burrows Narrating] One of the largest safety risks...
is the unregulated sale of military surplus.
Whoa. Whoa.
Man. Huh. You guys are mad at somebody.
Hey, Harvey, grenades.
Oh, I wouldn't touch that if I was you.
- Why? Is it live? - Legally, we can't give you an answer to that question.
- That's pretty cool. - How many of these do you have?
Well, how many do you need?
Hey, Harvey. Look at that.
Am I good? Or am I bad?
I don't know. Somewhere in between, probably.
[Clanking]
- What the hell is that? - [Man #1] Ain't for sale.
- Not for sale? - Barry, you know I've been saving that thing.
- [Barry] For what? - I don't know.
- How much? - I got that from one of those boys on the military base.
What in God's name you wanna do with that thing, Harvey?
## [Rock]
Joleen, are you proud of me?
Hmm?
Like on TV, when you see someone do something incredible.
Think I could be someone like that?
I don't know. I've never met anybody incredible before.
[Yawns]
Stan, this is your station.
I'm gonna go a mile back up the road.
Well, how can I film it?
Don't worry. I'll be coming by in no time at all.
As soon as you hear the ignition, start filming.
Okay. Harvey, you know, if we film this we're not gonna get in trouble?
- 'Cause I'm on that probation. - No, Stan.
We're not gonna be in trouble. We're gonna be on TV.
Okay.
- [Chuckles] - Harvey, you're not gonna get yourself hurt, right?
Nah, don't worry. I'm not gonna let anything happen.
Harvey. Am I good, or am I bad?
You're just a little bit bad. [Chuckles]
But what's wrong with that?
- [Burrows] TheJATO rocket is designed to add thrust... - Careful.
To overloaded transport planes like C-130s...
which, fully loaded, weigh in excess of 200 tons.
Harvey's Chevy weighed less than two.
## [Rock]
Harvey accelerated to 50 miles per hour before he began the ignition sequence.
The first two switches mixed the fluids.
Once mixed, they become one of the most potent rocket fuels on earth...
unleashing a force beyond the imagination of Harvey Wedstone.
[Screaming]
Okay. Harvey should be here in about five minutes.
I'm not sure if this is gonna work.
By the time Harvey hit the brakes...
the car was already going 250 miles per hour.
Then the peak burn hit.
[Screaming] Oh, my God!
Harvey managed to pull the parking brake.
This would have been of no use...
because at 300 miles per hour the tires melted.
Tellis Pearlman saw his fate coming from the east at 400 miles per hour.
Forces usually reserved for wind tunnel tests were now ripping the car apart.
The more I learn about this man, the more I feel a strange admiration.
Harvey made a brave decision.
With three seconds ofburn left, Harvey veered out of the Pearlmans'way...
hitting the sloped shoulder.
The trajectory sent Harvey to an apex of 300 feet.
## [Man Singing]
I did it! I fucking did something!
What happened?
- ## [Ends On Radio] - [Kids Squealing]
Nothing. I fell asleep at the wheel.
Kids, kids. Quiet.
Your father's lost his mind again.
Two days later, Pearlman reported to the air force...
a U.F.O. That came and went in the blink of an eye.
Mama!
- Stan, reverting to his criminal instincts, ran. - Mama!
Okay, well, um, it was coming toward-
It was like a flashlight, and there was an explosion.
It was going about 3,000 miles an hour.
- 3,000 miles an hour? - At least 3,400 miles.
[Mrs. Pearlman] Very fast.
Mr. Pearlman, could it have been your imagination?
He has no imagination! He's completely insane.
He ordered 22 cases of paper towels. Had them shipped to the house.
And you don't have a history of narcotics.
It happened. I was driving with my family in the car.
I had my children in the back, and it happened.
One more second and we would have just been in an accident.
[Burrows] Siri, he saved the Pearlmans'lives.
He's actually kind of a hero.
What? Listen.
Two years ago in Louisiana...
a single mother and her three kids lost their house in a flood.
I had to look her in the eyes and deny that claim.
I am sure as hell not gonna give a million dollars...
to some idiot who strapped a JATO rocket to the back of his Chevy.
Look at the trajectory. He was home free.
The rocket was burned out, then he swerved.
- The claim is rejected. - What?
Man, you are losing it. We've got, like, 20 minutes. Come on.
Jesus.
Don't you have to go back to school at some point?
- This is my thesis project. I can take as long as I want. - Great.
[Siri] Could you be any louder and more obnoxious?
"You can't beat me, but keep fishing for clues."
[Siri] God, don't you ever stop?
If I don't meet this deadline...
my life, the one I was planning for, is over.
It's just that it's always steamed vegetables...
and safety belts with you.
Doing the right thing.
It's like you're- you're punching a clock 24-7.
Well, the world's a dangerous place 24-7...
and if you're weak or you make a mistake at a wrong moment, somebody gets hurt.
Somebody maybe even dies.
And it doesn't help when someone won't make a lousy cell phone call for you...
at a critical moment.
Burrows. So what is it? You want us all to live to be 100?
Sure. Why not? I'd love to live to 100.
Even if it meant giving up everything and basically having no life at all?
I think I got a pretty good life, actually, Siri.
What am I giving up? Uh, hot dogs? Cigarettes? Explosives?
You know what I mean. Come on.
Mmm!
See the girl behind the counter?
Tell her I'm your fiancée, and I just broke it off. Broke your heart.
Then ask her for a drink when she gets off work.
Um, you know, a shoulder to cry on, that type of thing.
Now, when she says yes, play track two off Wilco's Summer Teeth album.
It's in the car.
[Quietly] I have no intention of, um-
And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't use Wilco. Wilco?
You don't deserve Wilco. Just trust me.
Look at her. She's totally small-town America.
She's probably desperate.
If you have any kind of pulse, you'll do it.
It's over! We're through! [Sobbing]
You even begin to follow me over there, and that's it, this is over. Got it?
Yeah, good.
Here-
Did she say yes?
Her name's Zoe. Meeting her at 11:00.
What do you think of when you hear the phrase, "You can't beat me?"
Um, sex?
- Damn. - [Thuds]
Mm-hmm. Death trap.
Always be prepared.
## [Rock]
- ## [Man Singing] - Oh, yeah.
[Whistling]
[Groans]
Goddamn! [Groans]
## [Continues]
God! Thank you, Jesus.
Oh, God! Jesus!
If you have a soul, you will help me.
You know how war photographers can't interfere no matter what atrocity is being committed-
No!
You will burn in hell for this.
Help! Help!
- Burrows? - Help!
- [Screams, Laughs] Sorry.
## [Stops]
And I didn't even think you knew how to have a good time!
I was just, the, uh- It was- I was trying to avoid the-
Let's just skip the explanations and get you down.
Wait a minute. He- You just stood there, not helping him?
Well, see, the main ethic of documentary film prevents me from-
That's a really expensive camera you've got there.
Yeah, actually. Kind of is. No, please don't. No, please don't.
[Siri] Let's just try to get you down.
What do you think of when you hear the phrase, "You can't beat me?"
[Laughs] Please don't ask me that right now.
[Grunts]
No, wait- Ooh! Wait, wait, don't!
Yeah, but this is where the knot is. I have to.
Look, l-I'm real flattered, but that is not gonna help loosen anything up right now.
It's the straps. I mean the- the circulation.
Oh, boy. Okay, I got an idea. I have an idea.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Okay.
- What? - One, two, three!
- Ow! God! - Are you okay there?
[Phone Ringing]
Hello?
- [Woman] Michael? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah. He's right here.
It's your date.
- Hel- [Deeper] Hello? - Hello?
Oh, hi. It's you. Yeah.
Uh, that was my business partner. We're just-
- Well, she's helping me- making me- - [Snaps]
- Ah! God! - Are you okay?
Just figured something out. Ah, yeah. Yeah.
- That's it! - [Mouths Word]
Good. There's this Polynesian place around the corner.
They make really big drinks, and you can share them, and they have live music.
- It's sort of like Don Ho. - Yeah. Listen.
- I'm right in the thick of- In the middle of something. - I'm gonna go.
I, uh- I think I should be with you shortly.
Yeah. Okay.
Bye. [Sighs]
Next time, try a bath. Have fun.
Thank you.
[Siri] I give you such a perfect song, and you blow it?
I can barely walk, much less anything else.
Last night actually explained so much.
- I have a theory. - Really? Thank you, Dr. Freud.
No, seriously. You are so obsessed with these Darwin cases...
that you are actually becoming one.
[Documentarian] I think she's got a point.
## [Rock]
No, I don't want Marcus, and I don't want the bodyguard.
We'll be landing in 10 minutes, sir.
Christ, man, who's flying the plane?
I just put it on autopilot, ma'am.
Oh. Autopilot. Fantastic.
No. Marcus just got Carla a brand-new international driving license...
and we're going to rough it in the wilds of America.
## [Man Singing]
The controls on the dash are- The red button there is the cruise control.
[Carla] Cruise control? What's that?
- Cruise control is- It's like autopilot. - Oh, brilliant!
Then you have the-
## [Continues]
You know? I think I'm really getting the hang of this.
Oops! [Laughs]
- My last experience at the dentist was a nightmare. - I get that a lot.
- Uh-huh. - There's no reason to be worried.
[Drill Whirs]
- We're a team. We're a team. - [Patient Grunts]
- Darling, do you want another drink? - Magic, lovey, magic.
Magic. Yeah. I'm going to put you on a little autopilot, lovey.
[Dings]
Go do your thing.
Darling...
- I've got a lovely surprise for you. - Mmm.
[Zipper Unzips]
Mmm.
That's very nice.
[Gasps]
[Horn Honking]
[Slurring] Who's driving the van?
[Muffled] It's on autopilot.
- [Brakes Squealing] - [Drill Whirring]
Oh, fuck.
- [Ripping] - [Screams]
I don't know if I made this clear enough...
but we're not going anywhere until we get a statement.
My lawyer says because of a pending malpractice suit, I can't make any statement.
[Patient, Muffled] How am I supposed to- [Continues, Indistinct]
I'll take a written statement from you, Mr. Harris. Thank you.
You know what this is? This is the medical report.
It's got your dental impressions.
And, well, I mean, your wearing a diaper makes it pretty goddamn obvious what happened.
And frankly, I don't give a shit if you're too embarrassed to talk about it.
What my partner means to say is, we need a moment alone.
[Quiet] Lesions on the base of the penis! Come on!
- Come on, what? - She was giving him head!
And you say my theories are out there!
It's bullshit! She gave him a blow job! [Yelling]
[Siri] You know these X-factor types of yours?
They may die young, but they sure have more fun in the process.
Okay, I admit your theory on that case had some probability of-
Oh, come on. It was obvious from the get-go.
No. Yesterday, 11:33 a.m., you said it's 99.9% probable...
she was giving him a- giving him a-
Blow job.
You know, I still wonder if it's even physically possible while driving-
Oh, believe me. It's possible. You want me to show you?
Whoa! No, stop! It's all right. Okay, I admit you're right. You're right.
That's all it took?
Christ, I thought I was gonna have to solve the energy crisis or something...
- to ever hear you say that. - Funny.
Oh! Hey, if we wanna make it to Tacoma tonight we better take the interstate.
Interstate goes over a 6,000-foot pass.
It'll be ice this time of year. This road will connect us to the state highway in no time.
All right, this cannot be the right way. The road is actually turning to dirt.
Everything's under control.
There's a cattle grate up ahead. That means there's ranches around here.
- Ranches? [Grunts] - [Metal Rattling]
Okay, and we don't have a spare?
One. Car's also stuck in the grate.
Excellent! My fucking battery's dead.
- No signal. - So what's the plan?
Wejust wait around here until it gets dark and somehow our signal gets better?
You know, I take a lot of crap from you for being prepared.
For thinking ahead. But you're about to feel like a real idiot.
This balloon...
- filament wire and helium. - [Hisses]
## [Rap, Indistinct]
See, the wire acts like a long antenna, and I now have a signal.
## [Man Singing]
## [Fades]
Oh, come on. Come on. Come on.
Oh, it's too damp.
Fuck.
Remember a few years back, wasn't there, like, a couple...
who ran out of gas on a desolate road...
and they didn't find their bodies until-
- That's it. There's a gas can in the car. - Do you remember?
I got it.
- [Blows] - [Rubs Hands Together]
[Shivering]
- Do it. Just- - I'm gettin' warm.
Okay.
You are one of these sorry-ass Darwin cases.
Should we move near the car for heat?
No, the embers from the tires could ignite the gas tank at any moment.
So what-what's that, uh- that phrase?
"Beat me"...something?
- Yeah. - What is that?
Written by a perp who I let get away.
Only a matter of time before he hurts someone again.
I'm sorry about what I said before.
- It's just our car blew up, and- - Yeah, I know. I understand.
You're right. I'm-
I'm beginning to relate to these Darwin cases a little too well.
It happens.
I have a secret-
something I've never told anyone before.
[Documentarian] Oh, shit. I'm out of tape! Damn it.
[Tape Loading]
- Oh, my God. - Mm-hmm.
Th-That's the most incredible thing I've ever heard. L-
- Uh- - [Documentarian] I have a cell phone.
- [Beeps] - And it has signal too.
- What? - Yeah.
What? Wh-What?
I have a cell phone.
- You have a- Show you- - No, please don't.
- Please don't. - I could ram a spork up your ass!
[Electricity Crackling]
[Sneezes]
Gesundheit. Or bless you. Whatever.
- Thanks. - [Sighs]
- [Laughing] - [Chattering]
How do they do it?
What?
People with normal lives. How do they make that happen?
You got me. Why? Is that, like, something you hope for?
[Scoffs] I never hope.
Too disappointing.
- [Children Shouting] - [Burrows Narrating] It's amazing.
Some people bring danger on themselves no matter what precautions they take...
while others seem immune to the dangers of the world.
They do everything wrong, take no precautions...
cause death, damage to property.
Yet they still live to tell about it.
- Come on, dude. Let's go! - ## [Heavy Metal]
Simon! Did you steal my pot again?
No! Relax, Mom. I'll be back by 11:30.
Get back here, you little shit!
- Hi, Mrs. Simon. - Oh, hi, Farley. How are ya?
[Simon] Let's go!
- Got the tickets? - Getting them from Jimbo at the parking lot.
- Fuck, dude! - Relax, man.
He'll be there. Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo!
## [Man Singing, Indistinct]
Metallica! Whoo! [Laughing]
- Metallica! - Yeah, dude. We're here, man.
Yeah! Nice parking space, dude.
He told me he'd be here by 8:00.
He's not fuckin' comin', man.
- [Audience Cheering] - ## [Electric Guitar]
Listen to that. Metallica's taking the stage, and we're in the goddamn parking lot, man.
- [Cheering Continues] - ## [Heavy Metal]
They're not comin' back for two years.
I'll probably be dead or married by then.
Hey! Hey. You wanna sell your tickets?
- No way. - Dude, 200 bucks.
- Nah. - Dude, 200 bucks...
killer weed.
All right, man. There's no price on this kind of experience.
- Dude, I'll give you my van. - Not your ride.
- I'm serious, dude. - Where is it?
- It's right there. - There.
[Laughing]
- No thanks. - Idiot!
Hey, fuck you, dude!
That van has an excellent tape deck!
Enjoy your leather pants, you fuckin' butt-hole!
That was beautiful, man.
You're so dedicated to Metallica that you were willing to sacrifice your ride.
Man, you lost your virginity in that van.
No, dude. I'm still a virgin.
- What about Lisa Cummings? - I only got a hand job.
- Ah, fuck. - [Crying]
Exactly, man. What do we got?
Our lives are shit.
So that's why it is our birthright at the end of the workweek...
to get messed up and go hear fucking Metallica!
Metallica! Metallica!
## [Continues]
I'm getting you into this concert, man.
[Burrows Narrating] The chances of a fatal accident increase threefold...
with a blood alcohol level of over.20.
- Come on up, man. It's easy. - Combined with another drug, such as marijuana...
the likelihood increases 10 times.
- [Grunting] - Come on, man. You can do it.
Use the power of the music.
[Shouting, Grunting]
[Man] Thank you.
[Audience Cheering]
Dude, I'm in, man! I'm in!
Aaah! Fuck! Shit!
- Dude, help me out! - What?
- Help me, man! Help me! - Holy shit.
Help me, man! Help me!
- Use that Popeye strength from your mama. - Yeah!
Help me, man. Help me!
Goddamn!
Oh, shit!
[Screams]
[Grunting]
- Simon! - [Groaning] I'm okay!
The tree, like, caught me.
## [Man Singing]
[Laughs] Oh, yeah. I love that part. Yeah.
All right, dude, I'm gonna get the rope.
No, man. I think I'm pretty close to the ground.
I don't know, dude. It looks pretty far.
It's bushes, man. I can make it.
No, dude. Come on.
I'm gonna cut myself free...
and then the bushes'll catch me.
When you fall just be loose, like stage diving.
- Right. - And try not to fall on your head.
Hey. Can you shine that light down again? I want to light a bone.
## [Continues]
- [Coughs] - Dude, I'm tokin' simultaneously.
[Laughs] Yeah, man.
[Coughing]
- Ah! [Screaming] - Oh, shit.
- Aah! [Coughing] - Simon!
[Groans] Fuck, man! You trying to kill me?
Sorry, dude. What's the situation?
[Screaming]
I think it's pretty fucked up, man!
- These are, like, sticker bushes! - Damn.
- Didn't fall on my head. - Right on.
- I got an idea. - [Coughing]
I'm gonna tie the rope to the bumper of the van. I'm gonna throw it over to you, all right?
Then I'll just ease you up, all right?
[Burrows Narrating] The other risk factor with simultaneous drug use...
- is seriously impairedjudgment. - Sounds like a plan.
- More, dude. - You got it?
Yeah. Yeah, I got it! I got it!
## [Continues]
Ah, fuck.
Oh, shit. Aah.
[Tires Squealing]
## [Ends]
- [Audience Cheering] - [No Audible Dialogue]
Dude!
[No Audible Dialogue]
Dude.
Listen. We stopped the music.
[Burrows Narrating] The boy in the van survived.
His friend was not so lucky.
Gotta make a phone call.
Ahh.
[Sobs]
- [Lighter Clicking] - Fuck.
This is purely for investigative purposes.
- [Coughing] - What the hell are you doing?
- [Laughs] - Research.
Ah. Well, good to see you're holdin' up.
- Neither of them is a second child. - So?
So that was the one solid trait I had linking the cases.
Look, with the amount of money you're saving Simmons and the company...
believe me, you're gonna get the job.
A new job... doesn't matter anymore.
If I'm gonna find a way to prevent these deaths...
I have to know why they do it.
I'll tell you why.
Do you know that companies intentionally build in mistakes to monthly bills...
hoping you won't notice, just so they can save a few pennies?
And insurance firms, like the one I work for...
we have a- a policy...
of rejecting every claim right off the bat.
And if you call to dispute that claim...
you get put on hold.
And then you get sent through an endless maze of voice mail menus...
until you just give up.
All these minor insults, they build up over the years.
Finally, people just- [Sighs] People just lose their shit.
And you feel...
powerless and faceless, and-
and you end up strapping a JATO rocket to the back of your Chevy.
Let's get you some coffee.
[Clears Throat] Oh, uh, coffee, regular.
"You can't beat me."
So illiterate for a lit major.
Well, a lit major. May- Maybe it's a quote.
Nah, not a quote.
Did you hear that one about the guys ice fishing using dynamite?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, with the dog. - Exactly. Yeah.
What about the guy who takes a rocket and bolts it onto the car?
- Yeah. He did a thousand miles an hour. - I heard 2,000.
- You've gotta be kidding me. - I swear.
Harvey Wedstone.
What?
- He had a name, and it was Harvey Wedstone. - He's-
And he had something you'll never have-
- an imagination. - Un- Unstable.
How about I don't give a shit?
You will.
- [Shouts] - No!
- Mmm. - Oh. Can you see me?
Yeah. [Clears Throat]
Where are we?
Oh, we're in my room.
Where- Where's numb-nuts?
- I locked him in the bathroom. - [Documentarian] Please let me out.
- [Knocking] - Oh, my God. Are you still high?
'Cause this stuff is kinda strong.
I don't know. I've- I've never been high before.
It's kinda cool. [Chuckles]
You know, I... saw the boy's face.
And it was like I was one of them.
- Oh, I'm starting to worry about you, Burrows. - Why?
You gotta-You gotta learn to detach from these people.
Just let them go.
- Well, I can't. - Oh. Be careful there.
- I'm not like you. - What do you mean?
Look at yourself, Siri.
The body of that boy in the morgue-
You acted like he was just some piece of meat.
Well, you know- [Clears Throat] I was doing my job. That's my job.
You've been doing this for four weeks and look what it's done to you.
You've gone from- from robot to rehab candidate.
Well, I've been doing it for 10 years.
A-And I've been doing it alone.
- Siri, I'm sorry. - I'm just not gonna sit here like you...
and photographically remember every single death.
I remember good things too.
On December 3, 10:45 a. M...
your arm brushed against my shoulder...
as we ate at the restaurant.
On December 13, after dinner...
your hand rested on mine for a moment...
as you got in the car.
Yesterday, at 5:45 p.m. -
## [Man Singing]
[Squeals]
[Documentarian] This is gold, baby.
- [Shatters] - Ah, shit.
## [Fades]
Oh, it's you. How'd you get out?
- [Documentarian] She had to take a shower. - Oh.
I think she might be in the restaurant actually.
- [Bell Jingles] - [Chattering]
- Damn, she's- - Hey.
- Okay, okay. - [Siri] Nice to meet you. Thank you for the coffee.
- Hey. How's it goin'? - Good. Good.
- What's, uh-What's going on? - What? Do-
[Clicks Tongue] Come on, Burrows.
Last night was... stress relief.
You know, we were both on edge.
A little reefer involved.
It was more than just stress relief.
Um, you know what? Don't you have, like...
less than five days to finish your project or else-
How did you put it? "My life will be over."
Sorry.
You know, we're not the kind of people who can...
you know, do that or have that or whatever.
You think I don't know people.
You're wrong.
That was my specialty-
Analyzing a personality, anticipating what their ultimate mistake's gonna be.
Your father left you between the ages of four and five.
Just old enough to have a memory of him, but it's fuzzy.
Fuzzy enough that you can project him onto every man you encounter.
Fear of rejection causes you to work long hours, have a job where you move constantly.
It keeps attachments to a minimum.
- [Snaps] - Unless it's a one-night stand.
You like those 'cause you can control the situation.
That way you can always be the one who does the leaving.
Tell me, genius.
What is my ultimate mistake gonna be?
- You'll do this pattern too long- - Oh.
To the point where you can't do anything else but be alone.
Ow. Ow! I cut myself.
[Gasps]
You know what? I know what your problem is, Burrows.
You're faint of heart.
Find yourself another partner, because I quit.
[Bell Jingling]
Y-You okay, man?
Uh, I guess I am.
[Documentarian] You've got to snap out of it, man. Seriously.
- You guys didn't get along anyway. - ## [News Theme On TV]
- I guess. - I'm Mike Sugerman with Bay News Channel 1.
San Francisco Police say the North Beach killer may have struck again.
The body of a young 25- to 35-year-old woman was found here at-
- Son of a bitch! - [Documentarian] Whoa!
There were no other witnesses.
[Burrows] Couple at the restaurant, they were- they were reading books.
You don't see that much anymore.
When I arrested the perp, I was comin'out of a bookstore.
- You travel with your tapes? - Yeah.
- All of them? - Yeah.
[Whirring]
[Burrows] Fast-forward. Fast-forward.
Slow it down.
[Slowed-down Dialogue]
Freeze the frame. Zoom in.
- "Howl." - [Documentarian] What's "Howl"?
A famous book by one of the beat poets.
Beat poets.
"You can't beat me."
The plans have changed. We're going to San Francisco.
Entering a crime scene or tampering with evidence is a felony.
I don't recommend it.
[Coughing]
[Sniffing]
N-Nothing's changed.
I'm here 'cause numb-nuts called me and said you were about to do something stupid.
- [Documentarian] Sorry. - Manipulator. Interferer.
Why don't you just sell out and move to Hollywood right now?
Listen, this is not your responsibility.
- Just call the police. - They won't even let me in the station.
And this woman, she's dead 'cause I let him go.
- You can't even go in there. - I'll need another set of eyes.
Footprints- Do you see any?
[Siri] Um, yeah, and they're huge.
[Burrows] Good. Do you see any writing anywhere?
Just-Just the menu.
Well, what does it say?
[Burrows] It's so obvious.
The book by Ferlinghetti- Coney Island of the Mind.
Hey. Look what I found.
That's great.
But he was referring to this book by Ferlinghetti...
not some tourist guide.
Well, why don't we just go talk to this Ferlinghetti guy directly?
- [Documentarian] That's a great idea. - Thank you.
You don't just go talk to Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
Well, it says right here that he owns this bookstore.
Um, is this guy here by any chance?
No.
I think he's having a drink over at Tosca.
[Documentarian Laughing]
- Buy me this? - Fuck off.
[Burrows] Sir, have you ever seen this man?
[Man] Oh, yeah. That guy.
- He was a real wannabe beat. - What do you mean?
Well, he filled endless notebooks with endless poems...
and nobody would publish them, including myself.
You can imagine how the poor guy felt.
I don't think this man feels anything.
Well, as the man says, "Only the dead are disconnected."
I remember him. He was a real asshole.
Do- Do you have, uh- [Clears Throat] Any idea where we could find him?
I haven't seen him in years.
I do remember that he was absolutely obsessed...
with Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America.
Fishing for clues. Of course.
When Brautigan was alive, he used to camp outside Brautigan's office.
It was really creepy.
Are you talking about that office above the bar just right across from City Lights?
Vesuvio's. That was the place.
That's a great book, by the way.
Okay, now it really is time to call the cops.
It's not like TV. You can't break in without a warrant.
For the conviction to stick, we need evidence linking him to the murder.
Yeah, but you just said we can't break in.
Remember those guys at the rock concert? Their idea with the rope?
- Yeah. Do you remember what happened to them? - They were on drugs.
Precisely my point.
Listen, it'd be a good idea to have some way to record the evidence.
[Whispering] Siri, when I see the evidence, I'll give you a thumbs-up.
- Okay. Then I call 911. - Shh.
Yeah.
Oh!
Bingo.
What the hell are you doing? How did you get down here?
Oh, I tied on to the other end of the rope.
That is too much weight.
- [Gasps] - [Together] Whoa!
Okay, maybe you're right.
Damn it! Damn right I'm right.
Are you okay? What should I do?
The rope is slipping. Go up on the roof and secure it.
Okay.
No. No. Siri! Don't go up on the roof!
Shit!
I'm only gonna tell you this once.
Call 911 now.
- [Gasps] - Salutations.
[Shouting] No!
- You talked to Ferlinghetti. - [Burrows] You can't!
- Don't give 'em more evidence! - I don't think I am.
You see, I happen to remember your peculiar frailty.
- No! Don't! - Ow! Fucker!
Oh, the world is a beautiful place to be born into...
if you don't much mind a few dead minds in the higher places...
or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces.
- [Siri Struggling] - [Whispers] Burrows.
- Catch. - Oh, shit! [Screams]
- Oh, shit! - [Screaming]
Are you- Numb-nuts.
[Grunting]
You could've just let me fall. Why did you hold on?
Instinct.
I didn't wanna be saved, you fucking cretin.
Okay.
We shall go no more a-roving.
[Siren Wailing]
Is he gonna be all right?
He's got a concussion. I'm gonna take him over to S.F. General.
Well, can we ride with him at least?
No, sorry. We got no room in the ambulance.
In fact, buddy, you're gonna have to leave your camera here with your friends.
[Documentarian] Well, then I'm not going.
Believe me. You are never gonna win that argument.
Come on. Let him keep the camera.
I mean, what's the harm?
- Insurance, for one. - Insurance? Oh. Fuck the insurance.
I didn't see anything.
All right.
[Siri] Well, you got thejob if you want it.
- But I never found any common trait for the X-Factor. - Mmm.
Tomorrow there's gonna be another 10,000 accidents, another thousand murders-
[Chuckles] A hundred thousand coronaries.
Burrows.
It is not your job to save the entire world.
That's impossible.
[Screams]
You're right. Maybe the world's not such a dangerous place.
[Documentarian] Oh, damn. I missed it.
- So what are you makin'? - Oh, it's a- it's a documentary.
- Yeah? On what? - Uh, paramedics.
- No way. Really? - Just keep going about your job as if I'm not here.
Just pretend I'm invisible.
Cool, man.
[Siren Wailing]
You need anything? You all right? You cool?
No, dude. I'm just happy to be here.
- Wow. I feel sorry for you. You don't look so hot. - Can I ask one question?
- What the hell were you thinking? - Hey, you know.
Sex, drugs and rock and roll, dude.
You should just focus on the sex and rock and roll and forget about the drugs, huh?
Actually, you could probably forget about the sex too.
[Laughing]
Stick to rock and roll, dude.
[All Laughing]
- Appreciate it. - [Cheering]
And this next song goes out...
to a dearly departed friend, Simon.
## [Heavy Metal]
[Cheering]
## [Continues]
[Explosion]
- [Fireworks Whistling, Exploding] - ## [Man Singing]
- ## [Continues] - I fucking did something!
You minimum-wage asshole!
Your father's lost his mind again.
[Grunts]
- ## [Continues] - Too much Satan for one hand. [Laughs]
- Damn! - [Screaming]
Oh, fuck.
## [Continues]
I think I'm really getting the hang of this now.
Oops! [Laughs]
- ## [Continues] - We shall go no more a-roving.
Wait-
- ## [Continues] - Get away from there!
No, Max!
- ## [Continues] - Aaah!
[Groaning]
[Hits Ground]
It's not all doughnuts and broads.
- Making me-Ah! God! - [Snaps]
Are you okay?
- [Together] Whoa! - Okay, maybe you're right.
- ## [Continues] - Pathetic!
- ## [Continues] - [Screaming]
[Straining]
"Only the dead are disconnected."
## [Ends]
[Audience Cheering]
## [Country]
## [Man Singing]
## [Harmonica]
## [Singing Continues]
## [Ends]
## [Indian]
[Zoe] Michael? Hello? Is this Michael?
Sh-Should I dress up? Were you thinking about going to someplace that's upscale?
Because I'll have to go home and change into something else...
because all I have is my work clothes, and I don't wanna go someplace-
[Speaking Foreign Language]
- Hello? Hello? - [Foreign Language]
[Foreign Language]
- Hello? - ## [Woman Singing In Foreign Language]
## [Fades]