Fuck! You guys! Richard!
God! Oh, God! Help!
Oh, God! Get him off! Get him off!
God! Oh, God! No! No!
Hold his head! Hold his head!
God!
Timmy! Tim!
Tim!
- God! - C'mon! Tim! Tim!
Tim! C'mon! C'mon!
C'mon! Do it! Hit it!
- Timmy! Timmy! I got you! - Rich?
He's dead.
- What's going on? - He's fucking dead!
- What's going on? - He's gone!
- Won't you listen to me? He's gone. - Are you out of your fuckin'--What happened?
He's dead! Our fucking friend is gone!
The fucker beat me to the punch.
Somebody help me,
because I... I'm lost here.
I'm not.
I remember everything.
Senior year.
The room upstairs. The green couch.
The slanted walls. The Joy Division posters all over the
walls like it was yesterday.
It was Timmy's idea. He said,
"Will we ever remember this moment,
when we were friends
like this? Will we ever feel this way again?
This alive?
This free?
this possible, again?"
Oh, God, I...
I'll never forget it, and yet,
we forgot it.
We all did. We all forgot it.
Tim didn't.
Look,
we all said a lot of things when we were young.
So this...this means nothing to you.
- Your word's no good. - Look,
- we're going to call the police now, right? - And say what?
That we signed an oath,
and now our friend is dead.
- Please come pick up the body. - Who gives a fucking shit?
Timmy obviously did.
I mean, he remembered
what we wanted to be, and...
so do I.
This is insane, by the way. We are high.
We are high as shit.
Well, we just have to think this through.
Look, we just need to come down, alright?
- Sleep it off, alright? - I can't come down.
Okay, I'm confused. Shut the fuck up.
I'm confused.
Are we talking about NOT calling the cops?
All our names are on that note.
That piece of fucking shit scrawl signified
means NOTHING!
I'm not the same fucking fool that signed that!
Neither are you, alright? Things change.
No, you're certainly not the same person, Ron.
What the fuck does that mean?
Okay, so, our bond: no good to you.
A promise we made:
none of that means anything to you.
Your dead friend?
It means, what we fucking think about you.
It means, that I am not the same person.
None of us are.
You're not the same person.
You're not the same fucking friend.
Fuck. Fuck you! I'm a father!
- And? And? - AND SO ARE YOU!
John sees his son, what, every two weeks?
And his son calls his stepfather, Dad.
You? You write your name
in blood, and it means what?
Your blood means pooey to you, so
You go home, Ron.
Go to your mother. Go to your wife,
who you love,
and you go explain to her how badly you fucked up, okay?
You failed. You disappoint.
And how badly did you fuck up, huh,
you cocksucker? What did you do?
Bank robber? Huh?
Steal people's money?
Bank robber, now! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Are you the bank robber? Tell us!
Did you go bad on us? You're a hideous man. Jonathan?
Did our little Ronnie go bad on us?
- Yeah, hello. We have an emergency-- - What the fuck are you doing?
Someone has committed suicide.
We have to call the cops. We have to report this.
- That's-- - This is who we are.
- If, when we wrote it, - Let me just get this straight.
You want me to sign off
on some 25 year-old, idealistic
piece of bullshit that I don't even remember?
Richard, are you kidding me with this?
This is not a reality. This has nothing to do with now.
- Tim is dead. - No, Timmy died
for his reasons. That's right, you know.
Guilt. I know he could never live with himself.
But,
he did it.
He was weak.
That was... That was his choice, pal.
That was his life.
You know what? You never followed through on
a motherfucking thing in your entire life!
Not even that. You know what we used to call you behind your back, buddy?
Rat Ron.
Rat Ron,
'cause you were a fucking rodent.
You sold us tickets
to concerts that you got for free.
You were trying to fuck Jonathan's girlfriend.
Rat Fuckin' Ron. Always had to be the man.
Man with the plan. Tell me, Ron,
Tell me, Rat Ron,
is that why you're in so much trouble?
Fucking loser. Where are all your best-sellers, huh?
Where are all your fucking best-sellers, you fucking hack?
You forget when Rat Ron bailed you out of jail
when we were seniors? You forget about that?
'Cause your mommy didn't have any fucking money?
Arty little Richard,
with no fucking money, and Ron had all the money,
'cause that was my fucking role!
You were art. I was commerce.
That's what you said. You remember that?
And you. How much money did I make for you over the years?
You fucking zombie quack fuck.
Let me try to lay this out for you
in a language that you can understand, okay?
The way I see it, you've got two choices:
One, you can stay here.
Two, you can die there.
'Cause I've got a feeling, no matter what kind of bullshit you wrapped yourself up into,
man, you are in it so deep, it is gonna fuck you in the ass
and swallow you whole.
This is insane. This is fucking insane.
Oh, my God.
Fucking Timmy.
I think you should leave, Ron.
I think it's best.
Alright, I'm going to pack up my stuff, alright?
I'm gonna take off. I'm going home.
I just want to make it clear that I left before
any of this happened, alright?
We should do something about Timmy.
Hey, Ron, it's me. The police are here.
[Vic Chesnutt - "Coward" playing] ♪ The courage of the coward
♪ is greater than all others
Honey, call me. Please.
I have no idea what's going on.
♪ A scaredy cat will scratch you
♪ if you back him in
♪ in a corner
♪ But, I... I...
♪ I... I...
♪ I am a coward
♪ I'm...I'm...I'm...
♪ I
♪ am a coward
♪ I am a coward ♪♪
This is all Timmy's.
It's really beautiful, Richard.
Hey, fellas.
- Captain Bob. It's good to see you. - You, too.
Where's your buddy Tim?
He, um...
Yeah, he had some other plans, pretty suddenly.
- He had to take off. - Yup.
He must've been disappointed to have to leave.
Guess he went home sour, 'cause he didn't catch any fish.
Got some gas, and went on home.
Alright, well, you boys take care.
Oh my God!
- Oh, Jesus! - Call 911!
Call 911!
They're on the way!
Let's go. Live.
He's gonna live.
Live.
What happened?
Larry McCauley had a heart attack.
Is he okay?
One of those guys saved his life.
- Really? - Yeah.
I know 'em. They've been on the boat with me.
and they've been hitting her real hard.
Yeah, a motley crew.
Not from around here.
- Hi. - Hi, um...
I'm Laura Boyle. Sorry to bother you.
No bother. What's up?
The Athertons sometimes have me pass by; check in.
I was in the area.
- So, it's just the four of you here? - No, one guy took off.
Who's counting?
Nobody.
Yeah, a buddy had to go back to Portland for business.
- Are you the doctor? - No, he's sleeping,
- after the heroics. - Yes,
- and it was heroic. - Yeah.
I've seen that Porsche somewhere.
Oh, yeah, my buddy bought it off a local.
- You've probably seen it around. - Right.
And the other one's mine. It's a rental.
That one? That one there? That's yours?
- What's your name? - Ron.
Why?
- Something wrong? - No.
No. No, there's nothing wrong.
You look like shit, Jonathan.
I'm making a salad.
How long has he been sleeping?
Hours.
Hey, Ronaldo?
Hey, man,
we got something. You gotta try this.
I'm so scared.
About what? Meeting Timmy?
That cop that was here. What was she doin' here?
Amanda left some messages, man.
The Feds are at my home.
I robbed clients.
but I never cheated on Amanda. I never cheated on her ever.
- Really? - Yeah. Never.
You know, in the beginning,
you're trying to help people. Man, I'm trying, you know,
to enrich them.
And then,
something gets inside of you.
Some rationale, and you just
take a little for yourself. Just a little bit.
One zero turns into two, and three.
More, more, more, more, more. You can't. More.
And it's just a drug, man.
You get high,
and you drift.
Why did you need so much?
I love taking care of my family, man.
I was the man.
I was the man for a while, Rich.
I wish you could've seen me.
I really wish you could've seen me.
Amanda. Will she forgive you?
No one will.
Will you do it?
- Fuck you. - Please. Please do it.
- Don't. - I can't do it.
I have to do it.
You don't have to. You can go home.
- You can face it. - I've tried, man. I've tried.
I can't. I tried to think of myself going home,
and seeing her,
and having her
looking into me,
in my eyes.
I can't face it.
I can't. You have to do it.
Please?
Come on. Come on.
I remember, when I met you,
you were such an asshole,
but you were cool.
You were this dark guy, with this dead dad, and I thought you were...
you were so cool.
You turned me on to
Holiday in Cambodia. Remember that?
You remember?
And I turned you on to The Pretenders.
"You arrived like a day
and passed like a cloud
I made a wish
I said it out loud
Everybody heard
'twas the talk of the town"
Shh. Shh.
No talking now.
Okay?
There you go.
Is he awake?
Okay. I feel better.
What the fuck are we doing here?
Fuck, I told him to go home, you know?
I told him, "Go home."
So I told him, "Go home", but Ronnie never listened to anybody.
[Filter - "Hey Man, Nice Shot" playing] ♪ I could've saved you some face
♪ They think that your early ending was all wrong
♪ For the most part, they're right,
♪ but look how they all got strung
What a fucking ape.
♪ That's why I say, "Hey, man, nice shot".
Can't handle your beer, huh, faggot?
Hey, man!
That's our drink, asshole.
You made fun of my misfortune,
and you made a gay slur.
Oh! I'll drink the drinks.
Who the fuck are you?
How can that possibly matter?
You're gonna buy us two more fucking drinks, brother.
Or you're gonna buy yourself a taxicab to the hospital.
I'm not buying you anything.
My friend's a physician,
so I get treatment right here, should I require.
You're barking up the wrong tree, asshole.
Worst fucking nightmare!
You need new material, my friend.
Barking up the wrong tree?
Worst fucking nightmare?
You're joking, right?
Here, I'll give you one.
I fucked your girlfriend so hard in the ass,
she cried. For more.
Oh, I'm sorry.
That's been used before, too.
By all the motherfuckers who fucked your cocksucking whore girlfriend in the ass.
♪ That's why I say, "Hey, man, nice shot"
♪ What a good shot, man
♪ A man, has gun
♪ A man, ha-- ♪♪
- Yes? - Mind if I have a word with you?
Yes.
Heard about the fight last night. Bartender said you got hit pretty hard.
I deserved it.
I've got a problem that I need to solve.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Your buddy Ron said the rental in the driveway was his?
But I checked it out, and it belongs to a "Tim Arthurs".
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- That car there? - Yes.
Yeah, that's Tim's.
We're gonna return it for him.
Yeah, I don't know why Ron would say that.
May I speak to him?
Who?
Ron.
No.
No, he...
he had to go.
Yeah, he left early this morning.
How'd he leave?
Taxi?
I don't know. I was sleeping.
You almost done?
You mind if I look around?
You really don't have a lot to do around here, do you?
Well, you have stuff to do.
That's funny.
Well, excuse me, but I have a question about
that old guy from the diner. How's he holding up?
His granddaughter Emily says he's doing just fine.
- I'm glad to hear that he's hanging in there. - Yeah.
- Hey. - Hey.
Is there a problem?
I just had a question about your cars.
I was hoping to talk to your friend Ron.
Well, he probably took off early.
Can I see your eyes?
Glasses.
Scotch, right?
How long you guys thinking of staying?
We're leaving soon.
Tomorrow.
That's good of you.
Fuck!
Richard!
We're out of drugs.
No!
[Phone call from Amanda]
Now I remembered but Timmy fucking did it.
He didn't forget. Never fucking forgot.
I wanted to be the one. I wanted to be the reason.
Go in there to get depressants.
Don't say anything. If they ask,
you had a knee operation. But they won't ask.
Richard? Richard?
[Duck quacking]
That's what you're looking for?
Here. I got you something.
A comment on my chosen profession?
Let's go home.
Hello?
- Hey, Jane. - Hey, Jonathan. He's right here.
- Hi. - Hey, buddy.
- Miles, how are you? - Good.
Daddy took me on a helicopter yesterday,
'cause he had to meet someone for lunch. I was only a little scared.
Miles, I'm your Daddy.
You know that.
We could see the whole city.
Miles, Daniel is your step-father.
- I'm your father. - What?
Promise me you'll remember that.
Miles? Come on. We've got to go.
- Oh. I have to go. - Miles.
- Miles, promise me you'll remember I'm your daddy. - Mommy, Daddy said...
Bye.
[Tomandandy - "Here" playing]
I came to tell you, I can't...
do this.
Main engine starts:
4...3...2...1...
and lift-off!
Lift-off of the 25th space shuttle mission
It has cleared the tower.
[Transcript of Challenger disaster continues]
Something's not right. I got to get in that house.
- Was it drugs? - Yeah.
Now it's out of control.
I mean, it's not recreation, I'll tell you that.
- Aaaahhh. - It's okay.
Are you here to save me?
I need you to tell me where your friends are.
Oh, God.
Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it?
Good. Good?
Do you think
it can keep me alive,
all by itself?
Can you?
Come here.
I love my friends.
I thought about 'em when I was weak,
but, you know what? It only made me feel weaker.
You know why? Because...
Because, you can't have the past back, no!
No. Oh. No.
Every time we were together,
we were not present.
We weren't here. We were wasted!
We were always fucking wasted, okay?
We didn't do what we said we would.
Maybe...
all this...
was...
a way of saying...
we remembered...
we remembered what we used to feel.
Where are your friends, Richard?
- You want to know where my friends are. - I need to know.
Tell me.
- They're dead. - What?
They're buried in the back, in the rocks; in the sand.
They're deeeaaddd.
Oh, my... Oh, my God!
You went back there!
What kind of cop are you?
You went back there, remember?
Richard!
The car!
[Julian Plenti - "Skyscraper" playing]
♪ Shake me Shake me
♪ skyscraper
♪ Shake me Shake me
♪ skyscraper
♪ Shake me Shake me skyscraper ♪♪
Oh, God!
Richard, look at me.
You don't have to do this.
You know where we are?
It's so fucking beautiful.
- Come here. - I am so goddamned scared.
Hey,
Why are we doing this?
You don't have to do this.
I'd miss my friends too much.
25 years from now,
if we can't remember what this feels like,
and we have forgotten this beautiful moment,
Who we'd say we'd become, our promise to each other,
swearing to, and by our friends-
We will never forget.
See this life, our life,
the one we want to live,
the men we want to be, and will be.
To forget this feeling is to fail.
If we forget, we will die as one.
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