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- Please leave your name
and phone number after the beep.
We will return your call.
- Hey Luke,
Pick up.
I got a plan, man.
Water tower.
Come down or I'll kick your ass.
Peace.
Hey, Fang.
Give me a call.
- Yes.
We rock, dude.
- I can't believe it.
Check out the cover, man.
City Hall, wassup!
- Luke.
I have the next one, man.
Dandy, candy.
Candy is so dandy.
- Hey, Fang.
What was that about, man?
You okay?
- Message deleted.
- I haven't heard from
you in a while.
You good, man?
- Message deleted.
- Hello.
Fang?
Whatever, man.
See you around.
- Luke, I am your father.
Where the hell you been, man?
- Nowhere, dude.
Just been busy.
- You coming to Delaney's
tonight?
- I don't know.
- Seriously?
- Seriously.
Man, probably can't.
- So you think you're too
good for us and shit now?
- Yo, man.
Come, don't come.
Whatever.
- Yo, Luke.
- Better hurry.
- Later.
- Yo, Luke.
- What's up, Ed?
- What's up, bro?
How are you, dude?
How you feeling?
- Hey, why'd you invite him?
- Dude,we used
to be close, man.
- You get them?
- Hell yeah, man.
Fresh off the press.
They're in my locker.
Hey, first, crush this test.
- Ah, shit.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- You don't play?
- Oh, no.
I'm more of a dodgeball guy.
- Holy shit.
Are those-- so rad.
You designed this, right?
- Ah, we both did.
- Stan's annoyingly
good at most things,
but art is definitely
not one of them.
- No, no, he helped
with the colors
and that printer discount.
- How much?
- 10.
- Anything for a good cause.
Limited edition Stokum Sucks
shirt, designed by Stokum's
very own Luke Hunter.
Printing discount
by Stan Miller.
- Something like that.
menege a trois.
- Menagerie.
- Ah.
- It's good.
You should try out.
Stan says you're
really talented.
- Oh, yeah.
If you ever need, like, a
coma victim, I'm your guy.
- Hey, killer shirt.
- Oh, thanks.
This really hot
guy made it for me.
- Oh, oh.
- See ya, Luke.
Oh.
- God, you're beautiful.
- I Gotta go.
See you later, babe.
- Yeah, shirt looks so good.
You gave it to for
free though, right?
- Yeah.
- You made her pay for it.
- It was on sale.
- You dog.
- It was on sale.
- Come on. Give me those shirts.
Let's go.
- Oh, god.
They're good, man.
I Love that necklace.
It looks good.
- You better, because I'm
never taking it off.
Okay, I gotta make this quick.
- Okay.
- It's so weird, interviewing
me.
- It's just like, two questions.
- Okay.
- Okay.
First question, what do you
want to be when grow up?
- Okay.
First answer, nothing.
- What?
- Never going to grow up.
No, I don't know.
A sports team owner, maybe?
Yeah, something on the
business side.
More longevity, you know?
Mhm.
- What about after graduation?
Any plans?
- Yeah.
I have that full ride
to Cornell, remember?
- Yeah.
- And continue my
relationship with Faith.
- Good answer.
- Oh.
- Oh.
That's me.
- Bye.
- Bye.
I'll come by later.
- Oh, wait, no.
It's my dad's birthday.
- Oh, right.
Right, right.
My bad.
Well, tell him I
said happy birthday.
- I will.
- All right.
Bye.
- Later.
- Bye.
- What about you, dude?
What are you going to
do after we graduate?
- Smoke the odd joint?
Come on, dude.
You're not going to go to some
big city, be a famous artist?
Me and Faith buy
tickets to your gallery?
- Hmm.
Rather chill on
your yacht, Cornell.
- OK.
- Yo, douche bags.
You coming to Fang's?
- What's going on at Fang's?
- Oh, you know.
study and shit?
- Oh, no, we're good,
man.
No.
- It's alright.
- Don't be a pussy, Hunter.
- He's got 64, right?
- Yeah, dude, we got you.
Come on, we'll hook you up.
His parents home?
- Parent.
Singular.
And if his mom's here, she's
probably passed out upstairs,
so.
Hey.
You sure you wanna?
- Yeah, dude.
Just 10 minutes, yeah?
- Might want to make it 5.
- The way I play, it
probably will be 5.
Yo.
- Eat it it, bitch.
- Stan Miller in the
house.
- Yo.
I got winner.
- Always.
Oh, oh!
- He uses the same move.
- Come on.
- Another round.
- I didn't know you
smoke, Stan.
- You know what they say, man.
Everything in moderation.
- Eat it.
- Whoo, get owned.
- Nah, you're bad.
You're making this
too easy for me.
- Man, I've memorized
all the combos.
How do you do it?
- Finish him.
- He does the same moves
every single time.
Yeah, dude.
- You are pretty cheap,
man.
- That's it.
- Oh.
What are you doing?
- What?
You got something to hide, Todd?
- Do you want to smoke or what?
- You've still got
this thing, huh?
- I forgot it was even there.
- Oh, my--
- Get him.
Get him, Chad.
Get him.
- Nah.
- Spin 'em out, buddy.
- Maybe you want to
switch controllers.
- Yeah, man.
You got that crappy one.
- Yeah, buddy.
Yo, Luke.
Hey, you all right, man?
- One of you is going
to die tomorrow.
- What?
- Yo.
In the camera, man.
- Yeah.
On the way to school, one of
you is going to get hit by a van
and die.
Out of state plates.
Blood on the sidewalk.
Stan.
- Hah.
Full of shit, Luke.
Hate to break it to you guys,
but nobody from out of state
ever visits this little
pinprick of a town, man.
Especially in October, dude.
- Nice try, man.
I like you, Luke, but
you're high as hell, man.
Yo.
Yo, you got some chips
for him or something?
Get this guy some water.
- Oh, what am I going to get?
You like these, bro?
- Maybe tomorrow don't--
- Don't what?
- Ah, nevermind.
- Yeah.
Maybe tomorrow I'm gon'
do whatever I want.
- Well I'm teaching a beginners
at 4:30 if you change your mind.
- Hm.
When I know I'm at
peace with my misery.
- Attitude of gratitude.
Attitude of gratitude.
Hey.
You good?
- Uh huh.
Have a good class.
- Bye.
- See ya.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What happened, dude?
Luke!
Hey!
What happened, man?
Hey.
Luke!
Shit.
Ah.
Oh.
Ah.
Please.
- You knew.
- No way.
- You called it.
- You knew it was going to
happen.
Every single detail.
- I didn't, I didn't.
Shit, shit.
- Hey, um, excuse me, excuse me!
Hi, Lance Winters from WDFD.
Did you just say that
that young man knew?
- Hi, Luke.
- What time will we be
on?
- Well, I can't promise you
guys that this will air.
Even if the four of
you corroborated,
who's to say you guys
are telling the truth?
I need proof.
- What's it worth to you?
- Luke,
I'm Lance Winters from WDFD.
Look, I'm sorry about what
happened to your friend.
I know this must be hard for
you, but I'd like to talk.
Open the goddamn door.
I only need a minute, Luke.
What are you looking at me
for? Go, go, set up, set up.
- And we do have an
update on that traffic accident
that happened this morning.
Unfortunate, there
was a fatality.
Oh, jeez.
That's horrible.
No names have been released.
Apparently there was a
skateboarder involved.
Please, drive carefully
this morning, folks.
- Mrs. Hunter, hi.
I'm Lance Winters from WDFD.
Do you have any
comment on the incident
today involving your son, the
incident from this morning?
Just--
- Luke!
Luke!
Luke!
Oh, no!
Oh, god!
Oh, no!
Luke!
Oh.
My baby.
Oh.
God.
- Stan's dead.
Stan, Stan.
Stan.
- Oh, no.
I'm sorry, honey.
- I have to go.
- Oh, god.
I'm so sorry.
I gave you the one
with the real sugar.
- Thank you.
- Honey, you didn't have
anything
to do with Stan dying,
did you?
Okay, Okay.
And then, the news
truck outside is--
what's that about?
Yeah.
Oh, god.
Well, my yoga class
was full today.
That was good.
And there was this
elderly lady who
let out a volcanic fart in
the middle of the class
I was trying not to bust a
rib from laughing so hard.
A miner whose name is being
withheld pending notification
of next of kin was
killed this morning
when he was struck by a van.
But this wasn't just another
deadly traffic accident.
Today's tragic events were
predicted in stark detail
last night by local
teen, Luke Hunter.
On the way to school, one of you
is going to get hit by a van--
and-- and-- die.
Out of state plates.
Blood on the sidewalk.
- And while the video's
authenticity has yet
to be verified, Luke
Hunter has refused
requests for an interview.
The teen's startling
premonition was
caught on tape at
a friend's home
the night before the accident.
It would seem that for now,
Stokum's own prophet of death
is keeping all his
predictions to himself.
This is Lance Winters
on the scene for WDFD.
- You're smoking pot?
- Seriously?
- Ugh, Doug, you're missing the
point.
- I wasn't even friends
with him.
- Luke, honey, just
go up and get him.
- No.
- Here he comes.
- Oh, good.
- Hey, Todd.
- Hey, Mr. Hunter.
- Yeah, been a
while.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi, Mary.
Those are cool.
I dig those.
- I make these.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Why don't you take these.
It has good energy.
- Thank you.
- It's always difficult
when a young person dies.
We want to focus on that life
that ended too quickly when
life is taken from us...
- Luke?
How were you able to
predict Stan's death?
Is it something you've
always been able to do?
Have you had any
more predictions
that you're just not
telling us about, Luke?
Luke?
- You've seen those
nature videos where
the cameraman gets too close
to the mama and her cubs, yeah?
- Come on.
- Have a blessed day.
- Oh, look who it is--
profit of death in the flesh.
- What I don't get is,
if you knew about Stan,
why didn't you stop it?
- Go for it, freak.
- Hey, uh, pack of
lights.
- That's $4.75
Hey,
you're that prophet guy.
- Oh, no, no, I-
- You're also
not 18.
- I am in, like,
four months, dude.
Seriously?
- Tell me my future.
- I'm not a psychic.
- Come on.
I saw you predict your
friend's death on the TV.
- Jesus.
- Come on, do the thing,
and these are yours.
- Fine, fine.
You have a girlfriend?
- Yeah.
Yes, she's new.
- Okay.
- D- J--
- Jenny.
- Jenny, Jenny, yeah.
Jenny's hair, it's r- b--
- Blonde?
Dirty blonde?
- Yeah, and-- oh, dude,
she's with another guy.
They're in this room,
their hotel room taking off
each other's clothes.
Oh, man, he's got, like,
candles, scented and--
that sucks.
Sorry, man.
She has nice tits, though.
Hey, I made that up.
Sorry.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Sorry to bother you, sir.
I don't know if
you know who I am.
I live over there.
- You think I'm stupid?
Of course, I know.
You're Doug's boy.
- Great.
OK, hey, I have to do
some yard work for you.
- What?
- I mean, I have to do community
service work for school.
I have to help
out an old person.
- What are you saying?
- I have to clean
your gutters, sir.
May I clean your gutters?
- You want to clean gutters?
- Yes.
Yes, thank you.
- No, I do.
No, no, no.
- I have to, or I won't
graduate.
Sir, I will fail.
Mr. Bernofski, please.
Please.
- Fine, fine.
- Thank you.
- Crazy kid.
- OK, I'm going to
use your ladder.
- What's up, Hank?
- Hey, amigo.
What's going on?
- Oh, you know, not too much,
man.
- Good to see you.
- You too.
- Just dropping this off
actually.
- What's this for.
- It's what Stan said he
owes you for the shirts.
- Oh, yeah, right.
God, it's a strange thing, man.
Well, not God, death.
Well, God's a strange thing too.
They're both strange, dude.
- Yeah.
- You know, I never met anyone
that was alive as Stan.
Makes you wonder, where
did all that energy go?
- Listen, I'm glad you came by.
I actually got this
for you and Stan.
- Oh, what?
- Yeah.
- Oh, shit.
Dinosaur Junior.
- Show's next month.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, you have fun with that.
- Thanks, man.
- Yep.
- See you.
- Hey, don't be a stranger.
It's good having
you around, man.
- Hey, let me know if you
have any more prophecies.
Yo, made solid coin on the last
one.
- Luke.
I didn't-
Luke.
Hey, there's no
music in the library.
- Oh, my bad.
- You're Luke, right?
I'm friends with your mom.
- Yeah?
- Friends of Lake Erie.
- Oh, yeah, my mom is a huge
Erie fan, all the Great Lakes
really.
She doesn't pick favorites.
- Hey, how are you holding up?
- Fine.
- You don't have to be, you
know?
Losing someone's really tough.
- Totally.
- Well, you know where to find
me if you ever want to talk.
- This is a great starting
point.
Jim is gonna develop a
subconscious attraction her.
So you need to
move closer to her.
You're going to put
your arms around her.
OK, move in.
I need to see some grip.
There we go.
I need you face to
face, not so close.
That's good.
You're going to keep
your eye contact.
Faith, I need you
to get present.
Come back.
There you go.
- I got to go.
I'm sorry.
- Dinner's in the fridge
if you want to eat later.
- Thanks.
- Fang came by the house
today after school.
He's skinny.
He doesn't look so great.
- Yeah, what's new?
- You should go see him.
- Pass.
Can I help you?
- You know, your Uncle
Steven, he had vivid dreams.
He had premonitions, I
guess, you could say.
- Maybe he should have
played the lottery.
Wouldn't have been such a bum.
- He wasn't a bum.
He was my brother, and
he was super sensitive,
and he was an artist, like you.
And sometimes, he
was scary accurate.
And other times, it was
more of a projection.
But he made a choice to shut
out the world and people who
loved him.
I love you too much to
let that happen to you.
You hear me?
- Love you too.
- Over here, over here.
- Here!
Check his vitals.
- You've been a hard
person to find.
- Yeah, not unintentionally.
- All right, I'll stop
distracting you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I should probably
get back to work.
- You have one unheard
message.
First unheard message--
- Hello, this is
Jefferson Secondary calling
to let you know a
student in your household--
- Luke Hunter
- was absent from
school today.
- Message deleted.
End of messages.
- You have one unheard
message.
First unheard message.
- Hello, this is
Jefferson--
- Message deleted.
- Hello, this is
Jeffer--
- Message deleted.
- Hello--
- Message deleted.
- Hello--
- Message deleted.
- Hello--
- Next message--
- Message deleted.
End of messages.
You have one unheard message.
First unheard message.
- Hello, Mr. and Mrs.
Hunter.
This is Rachel Woodley
calling from Jefferson High.
Luke has been absent
almost consistently
over the past several
weeks and will
be suspended if he is not in--
- Message deleted.
End of messages.
- I think he should
see a psychologist.
- No, I don't think he
needs to see a psychologist.
I think he needs to stop smoking
pot, focus on his grades.
Otherwise, college isn't even
going to be an option for him.
- Well, he's mentioned
art schools.
I know he loves his art.
That could-- you know--
- I understand he loves
art.
But to be honest, I
would prefer that he
got an actual education.
Mentioning art schools doesn't
translate into applying anyway.
- I just don't want him
to shut himself down.
He's been through a lot.
First, his friend dies,
and then Mr. Bernoffski.
It's a hell of a lot for
someone to go through.
- I understand.
And it's not that I
don't believe in therapy.
I don't think therapy
is the problem here.
- I don't know--
well, then we're just spinning
our wheels.
- No, we're not.
- I'm saying he needs
to communicate.
He needs to express--
- I can hear you.
Stop worrying about me.
I'm fine.
- You never came back.
- I didn't know.
Oh, Jesus.
- No, just your mom.
Hand it over.
Hand over your pot.
- What, no, I don't have any.
- Right, OK, get up.
- I smoked it all last night.
- Get up.
- It's Saturday.
- I don't care if it's
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.
You're coming with me today.
- I don't wanna go.
- We are going to live.
Meet me in 10 minutes.
You got it?
- Feels so good to
be outside, huh?
- Oh, yeah, endless joy.
- Well, I figure we'll do this
for a couple more hours.
And then I made an appointment
for Bikram yoga, 2:00 PM.
Joke-- I'm joking.
- I guess I forgot to laugh.
- You gotta be nice
to me today, okay?
You hot-boxed your
room, remember?
- You gonna tell dad about that?
- Mary.
- Hi, Rachel.
- Hi.
I'm so glad you made it.
- Nice to see you.
- You remember Luke.
- Of course.
- Hey, Ms. Banks.
- Thank you guys so much
for coming and helping.
- Oh, of course.
- They say that the
lake's on the mend.
But those algae
blooms last summer--
- Oh, gosh.
I know.
- The report said you could see
them all the way from space.
- The pollution is
just heartbreaking.
- Yeah, it's awful.
- You know, I'm actually on the
committee for the One Drum
Festival, and we
need some volunteers.
You know, maybe
an artist or two.
- Oh, an artist?
- Yeah.
- What?
- Well, I mean, maybe
volunteering isn't your thing.
But since you
already have fans--
- That looks great on you.
- I thought maybe you could
design something for One Drum.
- Design?
- Okay, maybe.
- Yeah?
- Yeah?
- All right, cool.
- I'd like to announce
the winners
of last month's
fundraiser.
First place, with a
total of $2,484 raised
by Luke Hunter and Stan Miller.
The distant second, Sean Lynch
and Will Vanegan raised $1,080.
And in third, Amber Owen and
Tyler Fare raised $1,480.
- Did you--
- Every last one.
It was wild.
- When?
- Past couple of days, this
morning a little bit.
Some friends helped.
- Shit, dude.
Thank you.
You okay?
- Next question.
You?
- Next question.
- I just really miss him.
- Hey, brother.
What's up?
- What's up, dude?
- How are you?
- Good, man.
Hey, thinking about making
some prints of this, just,
like, 50 shirts,
simple black and white.
- Yeah, well, we do
have the technology.
- OK.
- See you went the
two-word thing, hey?
- Well, you won't want people to
get bored, quit reading halfway
through it, right?
- It's a nice design if I
clean up just a couple
of things over here.
It'll look good.
You still doing it tonight, man?
- Dude, don't tell me you
forgot.
- What?
- Dinosaur Junior.
- Oh, shit.
Right, yeah.
- It's going to be insane.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Who you gonna take?
You got a honey lined up?
- Hey.
Freezing my balls off out there.
Nice shirt, man.
Hello?
- I didn't say shit
to that reporter.
- Thanks.
- What is this?
- Come on.
- These are for tonight.
- Yeah, Captain Obvious.
We going or not?
- Do you want to
smoke before we go?
- I heard weed is a gateway
drug?
- To what-- Mickey D's?
- I was thinking Pizza Hut.
- Hey, when was the last
time you climbed something?
- School probably.
Never did get to Gandy's.
- Where you headed?
- Grand Rapids.
- That works.
- Technically, I'm
a dwarf, but I'm
on the tall end of the scale,
in case you were wondering.
Name's Little Bob.
What should I call
you two bandits?
- Luke.
- Fang.
- Fang?
Like the teeth?
- Mm-hmm.
- Huh, that's a new one.
- You two hitchhike often?
- Not really.
- Your parents know
you hitchhiking?
- Not really.
- Kids your age probably
shouldn't be hitchhiking.
- A guy your size
probably should be picking
up hitchhikers.
- Yeah, you're probably
right about that,
but I can't help myself.
I like people.
- People are assholes.
- Yeah, probably right
about that too.
I wasn't going to let
anything stop me from getting
my commercial license.
You can't let things hold you
back, not people, rules, fear.
Fear is a big one.
That one-- he's afraid.
- Yeah?
What is he afraid of?
- He hides.
I can tell.
I'm good at spotting them--
folks with secrets.
Watch the road!
Jesus!
All right.
Watch the road, man!
- We're good.
- Yo, my best friend
died because some bitch
wasn't paying attention.
- Sorry to hear that.
- I knew it was gonna
happen, every detail of it.
- Wow.
- I thought it was just stupid
bullshit in my head.
- Has it happened before?
- Stupid bullshit in my head?
All the time.
Ever killed anybody
because of it?
- Look, I spend my time, my
life looking out on this road,
thinking all sorts
of crazy thoughts.
I imagine a deer
jumping out,
car swerving into my lane,
trees falling over
just as I'm about to pass.
Point is, I can't swerve
like a madman, convinced
the worst is going to happen.
That'd make me certifiable.
That's just the mind
telling stories.
We can't control what's
going to come into our lane.
Can't control it.
You hear me?
- Yeah.
Hey!
Hey, Fang!
Fang!
Can you hear me?
Hey!
Fang!
Fang!
Hey, hey!
- Looks like an asthma attack.
- He doesn't have asthma.
You okay?
You okay?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Look, did you take anything?
Look at me, look at me.
- Fang?
I think he's hyperventilating.
Here.
Hey, just breathe.
- He's okay. He's frickin' okay.
Are you sure you don't
wanna go back in.
We're OK.
You're OK, right, Fang?
Yeah, I'm sure the smoke helps.
- No, please.
I'm actually really
glad I found you guys.
My sister flaked on me, like,
the second we got there.
Probably went to bang
her douchebag boyfriend
in his douchebag truck.
It's my fault. I should've
have asked her to come.
I got the tickets
for Stan and me.
- My tickets were
for Stan and I too.
- Weird.
You doing good back there, Fang?
- Fine.
- I know this sounds
weird, but do you
think Stan was looking down no
us tonight and maybe brought
us together somehow?
- Shit.
- Fang?
You good?
- Yeah, of course.
- Good evening.
Any alcohol in the vehicle.
- No, officer.
- There's a bad
accident near Clearwater.
An oil tanker derailed,
highway's closed.
Where are you folks coming from?
- We're trying to get to Stokum.
- Well, you're not
getting to Stokum tonight.
Maybe tomorrow.
You can turn around up here.
Take it easy.
Drive safe.
I'm gonna call my parents.
- Do you have any money?
- For what?
- For gas, Faith.
- Why?
- Because she just drove us.
Do you have cash or not?
Fang?
- In my jacket.
- Thank you.
What's wrong with you.
Luke.
She's Stan's girl.
- I'm aware.
Think I should go for it?
Don't you just love me?
- Fang!
- Tell me you love me.
Tell me you love me.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh!
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You talk to your parents?
- Yeah.
- I mean, my dad's upset that
I'm at a random hotel
with two guys.
- For gas.
- Oh, thank you.
But he's happy that I'm safe.
- Good.
Oh, you probably don't
want to go back there.
- Oh, why not?
Is he taking a bath?
- Apparently.
Shouldn't be too long.
- You sure he's okay?
- I don't know what's going
on with him anymore.
- He seems pretty--
- Screwed up?
Yep.
- You guys have been friends
for a while, right?
- Since kindergarten.
Hey, um, whoa.
- Oh, in case of emergencies.
- Do you always just have
bottles of booze
in your pockets?
- No, I got it for the concert.
- Oh.
Yeah, sure.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
And how about Fang's
climbing, right?
- Oh, yeah.
He was a legend.
- He was going to climb this.
- Gangy's Rock?
- People die there.
- That kid Julian--
- Gonzalez.
- Gonzalez, yeah.
- Yeah, like, four years ago.
- I mean, I hate heights.
- Me too.
Come on.
Where are we going?
- That was awesome.
Thank you.
- Is it true you
knowing about Stan?
- Does that bother you?
- No, not really.
I mean, he really liked doing
that teacher thing with you.
I think you guys had a
deeper connection that--
I don't know-- sent him
further than we understand.
I had fun with you tonight.
- Yeah, me too.
- Did you ever go to visit him
at his grave?
- Do you?
- Yeah.
- What was that like?
- Lonely.
- Good morning
America.
Today is confession Monday.
- Uh-oh.
- We haven't done this in
awhile.
- Set the ground rules,
will you?
- All right, we want you
to call and confess
this morning.
Whatever it is that you've done
that you haven't told anyone,
you can tell us.
- All right, tell your dad
thanks.
Next time, I'll stay
at the Four Seasons.
OK, all right.
Bye.
- Was that a girl?
No.
Maybe.
- Yeah?
So what is her name?
- It's Faith.
She was Stan's girlfriend.
- Oh, I see.
- Okay, relax.
She's just using me to
keep Stan's memory alive.
- Oh, don't sell yourself
so short, honey.
You are so beautiful.
Back, away.
- No.
- It just takes the right
girl to know who you are.
- Stop.
You're such a weirdo.
Stop, stop.
Stop.
- Yeah, could you imagine
if I was normal?
How bored would you be?
- Tonight's top story,
last night, police raided
McCreary Park
after receiving
complaints the park
was being used by
homosexuals to rendezvous.
- Second raid this month.
-- ...had
reported unusual amount
of garbage and
intimate paraphernalia
in and around the
nearby public restrooms.
Sources within the
police department
say, this tip spurred the raid.
- It's disgusting.
We bring our dogs here.
- Doug, are you OK?
- Yeah.
- 15 Stokum residents were
detained here in McCreary Park
last night under
suspicion of lewd acts.
So far, no names
have been released.
- Jack went on leave today.
He left at lunchtime.
And then two cops came,
and they spoke with Tracy.
They went through all
his personal stuff.
- Poor Deb
and the kids.
- That explains Mr.
Kite's Pomeranian.
- Hey!
- Despite repeated
requests
from the WDFD news
team,
police have refused to
confirm further details
or provide a list of
the individuals that
make up the McCreary Park 15.
- You know the rules?
- Of course, I know the rules.
Winner gets a wish.
- What?
Oh!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
OK.
- Oh, my God.
You're bleeding.
- Oh, man.
- So generally,
there's usually a signal
or a countdown to
let the players
know the game has started.
- I'm sorry.
- Also, head shots--
generally not encouraged.
- I didn't know there
were actual rules.
I thought we just flicked
the ball at each other.
- It's okay.
It's not that bad.
- You haven't seen your face.
My wish is you come
to dance with me.
- You know, technically,
you haven't won, so--
- Yes, I did.
I hit you.
- No-- in the face.
- Don't complicate things.
- All right, fine.
Twist my arm.
Hey, I got it.
- No, no, I do.
- I don't mind.
- You leave it.
- I don't mind.
Have a good day.
- Well, hello, handsome.
Where are you going?
- Just to the dance.
Some girl won me
playing dodge ball.
- Is that how you guys do it?
Oh, I'm happy you're
going to the dance.
You look so cute.
- Thank you.
- I like this blue.
- Thank you.
- You gonna manage to have fun?
You gonna lighten up?
- Okay, mom,
that's annoying.
- Hey, I didn't tell your
father because I trust you.
Have fun.
- I didn't think you'd show.
- You didn't think I'd stow?
- Show, I said show.
- You're drunk.
- No, you're drunk.
- Come on.
Dance with me.
- No.
- Yes.
Come on.
- Uh-uh.
- Luke Hunter dancing?
Look at that.
- Forget that, OK?
So One Drum is this Saturday.
And I need an assistant
to help me sell shirts.
So I was wondering if you knew
anybody who was, like, blonde,
really good-looking, really
smart, good at dodge ball.
- I'll ask some friends.
- Okay.
Or--
- Or?
- Maybe--
- Maybe who?
Moi?
- Well, that depends.
Will you be sober by then?
Because I can't have
any drunks on my staff.
- Stop.
- Hey, how was the dance?
- It was good.
- You been drinking?
- You're drunk.
- Fuck off.
- What did you say to me?
- Just fuck off, Dad!
I just
though that she--
I just thought she--
I'm just so stupid.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- I love you.
- You're all right.
Love you too, Mom.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
- Be good.
- Dad?
- Yeah?
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why'd you just take
off the other night?
- Can you unlock that?
- Oh, yeah.
- Why are you being so weird?
Luke?
- Just drop it, OK?
- No, talk to me.
- I'm not him.
I will never be him.
Stan was an amazing
guy, and he's dead.
He's dead, Faith.
- Yeah, you don't
think I know that?
- I'm just a loser!
He didn't bring us together.
You're just hanging out with me
because you're sad and lonely.
- Oh, and you're not?
Screw you!
I thought we were
having fun together.
I never wanted you to--
- You called me his name!
Shit.
- What?
- At the dance, you
called me his name.
- I was drunk.
I'm sorry.
It was a mistake.
- Forget it.
- No.
- It's fine.
- The other night with
you, I felt like I
did when I was with him--
happy.
And I didn't think I'd
ever even feel that way--
- Stop talking.
--ever again about someone.
I really--
- Get away from me!
Get away from me.
- Yeah, maybe you
are just a loser.
- Oh, sweet shirts.
How about a freebie,
prophet man?
- Dwight?
- Bet you're on
McCreary Park list.
- Hey, here.
Come here.
I help, I help, I help.
Oh, no, no, no.
In, in, in.
In, in.
Go.
All right.
You think you killed my Johnny?
- I tried to stop it.
Every time, I do,
I just screw it up.
- One thing I know,
we all gonna die.
Nothing no one could do.
Another thing I know, it's
God who decides when we go,
not the little boy
down the street.
My Johnny is a proud
man, stubborn man.
He's gonna do what he's
gonna do, but he die happy.
He live good life.
Now, you rest.
I make you cup of tea.
- Hey Faith!
I'm sorry.
I need your help.
- Call 911.
- I need a ride.
- Call a taxi.
- I think Fang might
do something stupid.
- You think or you know?
- I know.
I know.
Thank you.
Fang, Fang!
Get up.
We gotta go right now.
- No.
We gotta go.
- No.
Get up.
- Why?
- Here.
Get dressed.
Come on, get dressed.
- Dude.
Come on, you're
really losing it!
What'd I do?
- I saw it.
You're losing it.
You thought you could kill
yourself and I wouldn't know?
- You're really losing it.
- That's funny.
- These prophecies and shit.
- I'm losing it?
it's not real, it's not real.
- Look at me, look at me.
- It's not real!
- Look at me.
I know what's going on.
No, no, no, no, no.
I know what's going on.
- You have no clue.
You have no clue.
The intervention is
supposed to be next week.
- Yeah, hilarious.
Come on.
- Here.
- Go.
- Gandy's Rock?
- Wait here.
- Wait, Luke?
Luke?
Please, tell me you guys
aren't going to climb this.
- Everything's going to be OK.
Trust me.
You got this, man.
Concentrate, pick a route.
- You want me to fall, or
do you want me to jump?
That would be
pretty spectacular.
- Hey, look at me.
Up then down.
That's it.
You're going to
climb this thing.
Things can be better.
I need you to see that.
- You do it with me.
- Fine.
Fine.
- Shit.
- Hey.
- Fang!
- Shit.
Come on, man.
Come on.
- Grab my hand.
- I got you.
Right leg, left left.
Right there,
you're good.
You can do this.
Come on.
Come on.
Right arm.
Come on.
It's not that much farther.
Nice, dude.
Come on.
I got you.
Come on.
Yeah.
Yeah, come on.
You're almost there.
We did it.
We did it.
Come on!
Yeah!
Woo!
Woo!
Hey, Faith.
Yeah, baby!
Stokum sucks!
Yeah!
Ow!
Woo!
They're publishing this
list of names in the paper.
- What?
- They're publishing this list
of names in the paper tomorrow.
You know the men who got
arrested up in McCreary Park?
Well, Jack called me, and he
said that it would be tomorrow.
- Who the hell is Jack?
Kite.
Jack Kite, your dad's boss.
- Why would my dad's
boss call you, Fang?
Why would he call you?
- Because I know him.
Because my name is on the list.
- You know, I could
stick around for a bit,
hang out if you wanted.
- No, no, dude.
Get out of here.
I'm cool.
- That was really
bad-ass, man.
You are a friggin bad-ass.
That was sick.
- You think people are going to
start calling me Todd
at school now?
Because that's, like, way
gayer than Fang..
- Whatever, man.
I'll take them out for you.
- Have you seen your face?
I love you, man.
- I love you too.
- I'll see you tomorrow,
man.
- Hey, look, I'm sorry
about everything,
about today, One Drum.
I'm really sorry.
I've been a real ass lately.
- Yeah, you have.
But you're not a loser.
- Thanks.
I guess I'll see
you at school, huh?
- Yeah.
- Allright.
Bye.
- Bye.
Hey.
- Yeah?
Bye.
- Bye.
- What if cut just an
inch or something?
- Mom.
- What?
- You're so pretty.
- Come on.
- You really want to--
- Pretty?
OK, now, it's
definitely going off.
- It's a big change.
- I know.
- OK.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- That's your final answer?
You've got a lot of courage.
- Thanks, mom.
- Still look pretty to me.
There you are.
What do you think?
Aw.
Yeah, we all die.
But first, we get to live.
And that's big.
That's beautiful.
That's not to be missed.