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- Hey, you've reached
the cell phone of Kyle Harden.
Sorry I'm unavailable.
If you leave me a message,
I'll call you back.
Have a great day.
- Hey, Kyle, it's Evan.
- Hey,
Kyle, it's Jeanie.
- Hey, Kyle, it's Ed.
- It's Evelyn.
- Mr. Harden.
This is Mrs. Barber.
- Hey, Kyle.
It's Mr. Barber.
Haven't heard from
you in a couple days.
- Hey,
Kyle, it's Madillio.
- This is Ike
Rosenthal from the IRS.
- I haven't heard
from you in a couple days.
Just making sure
you're all right.
- I haven't heard
from you in a couple days.
Just making sure
you're all right.
Haven't heard from you
in a couple days.
Just making sure
you're all right.
- From the foundation.
Your last couple
check have bounced.
- This is Sue Snyder
from human resources.
You haven't been to
work in two weeks.
Did you quit?
- Hey Kyle!
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're
trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- Say command.
- Call home.
- Okay.
Calling home.
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're
trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- Say command.
- Call home.
- Okay.
Calling home.
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're
trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- If you are
satisfied with your message,
you can hang up.
- Or press
one to listen to your message.
- Or press
two to rerecord your message.
- Good bye.
- What are
you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Daddy.
No.
Stop procrastinating.
Do it already.
Pussy.
Pussy.
Coward.
Coward.
Coward.
Do it already.
Failure.
Failure.
Shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit.
Oh no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Those keys do not
look very special.
I know.
They definitely don't look like
they go to something important.
Mmm mmm mmm.
You don't have to say it.
Probably just gonna get
tossed away in the trash
'cause what does anybody need
with a random pair of keys
when they don't have a
fucking clue what they go to.
Okay.
I get it.
I fucked up.
You're so fucking stupid, I
bet you didn't even tell Sherry
what the keys are for.
Of course you didn't.
Wow!
Wow, you are not smart.
No.
You're unintelligent.
Yeah.
Huh, a chump.
Dolt.
Idjit.
Halfwit.
Ignoramus.
Fuck-tard.
How about a knuckle-dragger.
You're mutton-headed.
Get out of the car.
Fucker.
Stupid motherfucker.
See ya inside.
Dear, Sherry.
These are the keys
for storage unit 208
at the Uncle Rick's Storage
on North San Fernando Road,
City of Eagle Rock.
Everything inside is yours.
I know you will cherish it.
To my sweet Jack.
I never knew what
happiness was until you.
I loved you since you
were only a mere twinkle
in your mother's eyes.
You've given my life
meaning in a way
I could have never
ever imagined possible.
I'm so proud to be your dad.
Never a moment passes
that I don't think of you.
I didn't take advantage of
this life the way I should of.
I didn't realize this was all
we had until it was too late.
Life is short.
You showed me that.
I'm sorry I couldn't change
how things worked out.
Life throws us curve balls and
I didn't know how to adjust.
We may not be together
but you are in my heart
always and forever.
This was not your fault.
One.
One, two, three.
Fuck, fuck!
Fuck me.
Fuck!
Why'd you let him die, Kyle?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die?
Why'd you let him die, Kyle?
Kyle, why did you let him die?
Why, did you let him die?
Kill yourself.
Kill yourself.
Why, why?
Do it!
Do it!
Do it!
Shut up!
You fucking coward.
You're a fucking coward!
You're a fucking pussy.
Pull the fucking trigger!
Man becomes vegetable
after self-inflicted
gun wound to head?
Family is devastated.
Pull it!
Coward!
Watch where you
point that thing.
You're liable to
shoot your eye out.
Ooo.
Hoo.
Put one right
through that skull.
Spill those fucking brains
out all over the room.
Oh!
What?
What the fuck was that?
Oh.
Ah.
Oh.
Ow!
Mmm.
Oh shit.
Ow!
Fuck!
Oh ho ho.
Oh my God.
Oh oh my.
Oh, oh!
Man, what the fuck was that!
Holy shit.
Fuck you.
Oh my.
Oh fuck.
Fuck me.
Fuck.
What are you doing?
Hey.
Don't stop.
Keep drinking.
Maybe get some liquid courage
since you're being
such a fucking pussy.
You would be the guy to
shoot himself in the face
and wind up with that
little fucking scratch.
Stupid motherfucker.
You look like you got some gas.
Why don't you close
your fucking mouth,
go see if that good waxy
bourbon's laying around.
Yeah, you remember waxy.
Run along now.
Go on.
Get on boy!
Sorry ass.
Yeah.
Ah.
Hay, is for horses.
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular answering
machine, answering machine,
if you leave a message.
- And you're trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- Hi, Sherry.
This is Evelyn Mayberry
from across the street.
Ed and I think we may
have heard something
sounded like a gun shot
coming from your house.
We didn't even think you were
all were still living there.
Checking if
everything's all right.
Call us back now.
- No, no.
- What is it, Ed?
What do you keep
yammering about?
- It was two gunshots,
and you said it was one.
- Ed says it was
two gunshots that we heard.
- Damn straight.
- He's wrong.
Call us back anyhow.
- What you mean, what
the hell you mean I'm wrong?
- You're wrong.
- I know two gunshots
when I hear two gunshots.
- Nah, nah.
- I'm not deaf you know.
- You're wrong.
- What, what, what, what.
Hang the, you left the,
would you hang up
the fucking phone!
- Oh for the
love of Christ, Ed.
- You wanna hear a joke?
Horse walks into a bar.
Bartender says, "Well,
why the big cock?"
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're
trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- Good morning.
I'm looking for
Harley, Kyle Harden.
This is Madillio from
Uncle Rick's Storage
located at San Fernando Road.
I'm calling you's
emergency number.
You don't answer other number.
Today is final day for
payment before action
is for unit number 208.
Call back today if you'd
like to make a payment.
- Hello, this is Kyle, hello?
Hello?
Hello, hello.
- Mr. Harden?
- Yes, this is Kyle Harden.
There's some kind of mistake.
I pay my storage unit every
month automatically online.
- Yes, I see that.
The card you have on file
declined your last payment.
- Fuck fuck me!
Okay.
Uh, I can pay it.
I just, I need a couple days.
- You must pay
before the end of the day
or unit will go in action.
- I uh, what, okay.
It's called auction,
but, you can't go there.
I just told you
I'm gonna pay it.
I just need a couple days.
- Si, Senor.
I understand, but it's the,
it's in the contract you signed.
You cannot go more
than seven days late
or we action
everything in the unit.
- No, you
can't auction my shit.
That's not legal.
- I assure
you it's legal.
We don't do all this time.
- By 6:00 you said?
- Yes, sir.
- Uh, what was your name?
- My
name is Madillio.
Ask for me.
- Spell it.
- M-A-D-E-L-L-E-O.
- Okay.
Uh, I'm on my way.
Don't sell my shit.
motherfucker.
Fuck.
Of all things, man, of
all things to fuck up.
So fucking stupid.
How you gonna fix this?
Huh.
Oh, why, why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
Fuck you!
Mother fucking fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Hey
- How you gonna fix?
How the fuck are you
gonna fix this, man!
Hey
- Fuck, fuck, fuck.
How are you gonna fix this,
you stupid motherfucker?
Hey
Yeah
- No.
No way.
I know.
Kinda' freaky right?
It's like looking in a mirror.
Only I'm a better
version of you.
But let's move on from that.
You gotta take care of this now.
Sherry has to get in that
unit you stupid, stupid man.
But you're right, you
can't go out there.
Look at you.
I mean have
you looked at yourself?
You're a fucking mess.
How have you not been arrested?
What are the police doing?
Let's just say you
did get to Uncle Rick's.
How you gonna pay it?
You're out of money fuck wad!
That's why we're having
this conversation!
Ho!
And as you so
eloquently put earlier.
We got a job to handle.
- We have a job to handle
- Right here.
But never fear, I have a plan.
What's that?
You
could call, Evan!
I could.
I could call Evan.
No shit.
That's why I said it.
We haven't talked in a while.
Grieving's a process.
And what are friends for?
Evan's cool.
He's gonna understand.
Come on, man.
He's gonna be cool!
Okay.
That's good.
Fuck yeah it's good.
That's what I'm here for.
I like that.
It's a good idea.
I'll call Evan.
- Holy shit, bro!
Are you kidding me?
There's no way this is?
Could it be?
Is it Kyle big-dick'd hard on?
- The one and only.
- Hot damn, dude,
it's good to hear your voice.
How are you?
- I gotta tell ya, Evan.
I've had better days.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
I know you know this already,
but I'm here for you.
Always have been.
Always will.
Anything you need.
- That's good to hear.
That's very good 'cause
I have a massive favor
to ask of you.
- You need a favor?
Okay, I'm down.
What's what, what
can I do for you?
Anything, anything at all.
Well I ain't gonna suck
your cock though, but ya...
Fine, shit.
I suck your stupid fucking
cock already, dude.
I said it, so.
- What is wrong with you?
- Me, what
do you mean me?
You're the one
asking for favors.
I'm just here to help.
Seriously what can I do?
- I need you to write down
some of the particulars.
- Hit me.
- Drive to Uncle Rick's Storage
in 5544 North San Fernando
Road in Eagle Rock.
- Okay.
- You have to get
there by 6:00 today.
- That's rush hour.
- Ask for Madillio.
- Whoa what?
- Pay the balance.
- Whoa, hold up, Madilly.
How do you spell that?
- I don't know.
Hold on.
I have it written down.
- Okay.
I'm starving.
Maybe I'll stop at that
burrito place on the way.
- It's M-A-D-I-L-L-I-O.
- Got it.
I can head there right now.
Is everything all right?
- Oh.
It's complicated, but
I don't have any money
or any credit cards, and uh,
everything in the unit goes
to this bullshit auction
if I don't take care
of it by six today.
Done.
I'm all over it like
butter on bread.
- Cool.
Let me, I'm gonna
actually call you back
in a second, but thanks.
- Hang up on a--
- Jack?
Good morning.
- Good morning to you?
You sound happy today.
- It's a good day.
Sun's out.
Soaking in that vitamin D.
- Cool.
Real quick, do you remember
Evelyn, our old neighbor?
- I do remember Evelyn
our old neighbor,
and her husband,
Ed, was his name.
Why?
- Uh, because
she just called me at work
and said she thinks she
might of heard a gunshot
come from our old house.
- That's weird.
- Yeah,
it is very weird.
I also found it odd when
she told me she saw your car
over there this morning.
- Huh?
My car?
- Your car.
- Uh, that, that is,
that, that is odd.
I, I don't know.
I, I don't put too much steak
sauce on old Evelyn Mayberry.
- I see.
Are you drunk?
- No!
- Ugh.
- Day drinking is stupid
and irresponsible.
- All right,
all right, Kyle.
I don't have time for your
shenanigans right now.
I have to go back to work.
I just wanna know
why for some reason
were you at the
house firing guns?
- I'm running errands.
I don't do shenanigans, okay?
I haven't been by the
house in a fort's night.
- Oh my God.
- But, give or take
a couple forts.
- I find that
hard to believe, Kyle.
- Yeah.
I tell you what.
Evelyn Mayberry is
a crazy bat lady.
And I'll tell ya something else,
that old bag of bones
husband of hers hip
probably shattered, and she
thought that was a gun shots.
- Are you sure
you're not at the house?
Kyle?
Kyle.
- No.
- No, you're
not at the house,
or no, you're not sure?
- No.
I'm, I'm sure I'm
not at the house.
- Okay.
Then will you go over
there to make sure
that no one's firing guns?
- No.
Why?
- To make
sure everything's okay!
Please.
For peace of mind.
I would go, but you said
you were already out,
and I'm at work.
- I don't think it's
necessary to drive four hours
across town because a
80-year-old senile grandma
is hearing things.
Sure everything's all right.
- Fine, Kyle.
You know what?
I'm just gonna stop
what I'm doing,
my patients can get their
teeth cleaned tomorrow,
and I'll go over there
and check on everything.
- No, no, no-no, no, no, no.
Don't.
You don't need to go over there.
I'll, uh--
- Asshole.
- I'll go over.
You, you keep doing
what your doing.
Kyle's on the case.
- Okay, great.
Thank you.
- Not a problem.
How's your uh, how's
your day going?
- Let me
know about the house.
- Making everyone's
teeth extra white?
- I am hanging up.
- I love you.
Oh, fuck.
Real classy.
Tired of sleeping
on the sidewalk
Working at the bus stop
Night 'til morning
Tired and waiting
for the sunlight
When it comes,
it's still dark
Where I'm going
Don't
Don't punish me
For what I feel
Don't
Don't punish me
For what I feel
So I crawled out
of the back door
Took off all these
tight clothes
Jumped into the water
So I crawled out
of the back door
Took off all these
tight clothes
Jumped into the water
I jumped into the water
The water
- Thatta boy.
Vicious demons on the TV
- Oh, now the fun begins.
So I sold it on 16th Street
But I still hear the drone
- I'm gonna boogie.
Now I'm 'bout to get
off this night shift
Do you think I
could get a lift
I don't care
where you're going
Jack!
Ja...
Oh.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Jeanie!
What the fuck?
No, no, no.
Supposed to call before
you show the fucking house.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Jeanie, no.
No, no.
- Oh.
- No, we're not showing
the house today.
Unn uh.
- Oh, okay.
Um, hi Mr. Harden,
uh, uh, these are the, uh.
- Yes, hi, I don't care.
Take them and go away.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking
about I said go away.
We're not showing
the house today.
- No, no, no, Mr. Harden.
We had an appointment
today at 11:00.
- Nuh uh, nuh uh.
- See, these are the Barbers.
They just wanna have one last
look around before we sign.
- No, nah uh, no, no, no!
Jeanie, no!
Do not come in this house.
Do not take another step closer.
- I, I don't understand
what's going on.
- You don't need to understand.
Please leave.
- No, no, no, they're
buying your house.
- You're supposed to
call me and tell me
when you're bringing
people over.
That's the deal we had.
- I did.
I called Sherry yesterday.
- That's Sherry.
That's not me.
Shit, Sherry!
There's no Sherry here.
You know what?
I don't care about
anything you're saying.
I said don't come in.
We're not showing the
fucking house today.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey buddy?
How about you watch your mouth
in front of the ladies.
- Kyle, watch your--
- Show a little respect.
- That's right.
Watch your language in
front of the Barbers okay?
And let's just take it down.
- I just said it,
I just said it five
different times.
Go away.
It's not hard to comprehend.
Just leave, just leave.
It's that simple.
- Will you please calm down.
- I am calm!
I was calm.
I was very calm.
Until you came over
here with them.
You're not listening.
You're not listening.
And it's very frustrating.
What the fuck are
you looking at?
Get off my property.
You can stay, ma'am.
Fuck you, sir.
- How 'bout you don't
talk to me that way.
- Kyle.
This is not the way that I
conduct my business, okay?
- I don't care.
- Look, I am very sorry.
I think there are some other
options that we should.
- I know, I know.
It's not your fault that
this naked asshole's
on the terrace screaming at us.
How 'bout you go put some
clothes on and mind your manners.
- You're right.
Here.
I got you uh, uh, it's like a
little red Christmas cactus.
What the...
- Kyle!
You stop!
- Hey, Jeanie, I
got you one too.
Merry Christmas.
- Oh my God!
I am not gonna put up with
this kind of behavior.
Do you understand me?
I am--
- Scat.
- I am gonna terminate
our agreement when I
get back to the office.
- Oh great, great.
Whatever you gotta
do to fucking leave.
- You know what?
I don't even want your
bullshit ass house anymore.
Fuck you.
- Fuck me, great.
That's your car, go.
- I'm out, bye.
- I am speechless, Kyle.
I have never experienced
anything like this
in my professional lifetime.
- Here, here's you.
Ah-ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
- You need to get some help.
- Oh.
No?
Jeanie, no?
You don't?
Jeanie?
Come on.
Yeah!
Mayberrys!
What's up!
You like that?
Windmill baby!
Hey!
Evelyn!
Where ya going?
Where ya going, Evelyn?
Ed, yeah, look at it.
Oh ho, yeah, Ed likes it.
Yeah.
Fuck.
- Hey, Kyle.
- Did you tell Jeanie
she could show the house today?
- Yes.
- You didn't tell me.
We were just on the
phone like an hour ago.
You coulda mentioned it.
- I guess I forgot.
- You
forgot, you forgot.
That's real nice.
That's real fucking nice.
- Who cares?
It was just the Barbers again.
Jeanie said they're probably
gonna put in an offer today.
- I care.
I wanna know who's coming over,
and when they're
coming into my house.
- Our house.
- That's right.
Okay.
Yeah, I forgot that you bought
this house with your money.
- Stop it.
- No, I'm sorry, I just forgot.
- Well I'm sorry
because that's the way
the court sees it, Kyle.
- Yep.
Yep.
'Cause you sure charmed
their fucking pants off.
- All right.
This is going nowhere.
Will you hold on one
second, I have another call?
- Sure, I'll hold on, Sherry.
Hang on just a minute
Just a minute
Just wait now a minute
What ya trade
- Life's a beach, life's
a fuckin' beach, huh?
Na na you
Na na me
It was not all me
- I guess you
thought it was funny.
Don't be sad
Na na na na na
- Kyle.
That was Jeanie.
- Okay.
- Will you tell me why
you were at the house
cussing and screaming at her?
- I kindly asked her to leave,
but that woman does not listen.
- And I'm sick and tired of
you jeopardizing the house.
- That's bullshit.
I don't jeopardize the house.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
- Than why are you over there?
- It wasn't that bad.
- I don't understand
why you care so much
if they look at the house today.
This could all be behind use.
We could move on
with our lives.
- With our lives.
You sure say that a lot.
Mmm.
You'd really like it,
to move on, right?
We can move on?
Yeah?
Then you don't have to think
about Jack anymore, right?
You wanna put him in the past?
- Why would you say that to me?
That's hurtful.
When you say that, it hurts.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I didn't,
I didn't mean that.
Let's start
Let's start again
Call home
- Did Evelyn hear
a gun go off at the house?
Hold on
Hold on
- Look at me.
Look at me.
Why didn't you stay?
- No.
No you don't.
How dare you say that to me.
That's not fair.
You don't get to say that.
- You left me when I needed you.
- No.
- Yes.
- We've been through this, Kyle.
You act like you're the
only one to lose him
and you're not.
He was both of ours.
He was my baby too.
How long you been
Gone for
So long
So long
If there's a way
Don't be afraid
Just call
Let me know where
Let me know when
I would go to wherever
Just to find you again
They tell me to let go
I, I don't understand
'Cause every time I fall
Every I time I
crawl towards you
You're walking away
If, if I could just see you
Again
Oh oh, I
Just wanna see you
Again
Again
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're trying
to reach ,
that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- Good morning, Mr. Harden!
Uh, this is Lee from
NPS Collections again.
We've tried reaching you
for several months now,
and you have yet to return
our calls, and/or our mailers.
Why?
I don't know.
This is your final warning
that if you don't respond
and settle up with
your outstanding debt,
uh, we'll be forced, forced
to take legal action.
The amount you currently owe is,
uh, $84,233.89.
We have a few different
payment plans obviously
that I could discuss
further with you.
Please call me back at
your earliest convenience.
My number here is
1-800 suck my cock.
Thank you and have
a wonderful day
killing yourself.
- Mr. Harden?
Anybody home?
- Hello?
Mr. Harden?
Are you in there?
Hello, Mr. Harden?
This is the police.
Open up.
We only want to talk with you.
That's it.
Nothing else.
Who called this in?
My money's on the old bag
across the street.
- Go talk to her.
- Really?
'Cause I got a
thing with old bags.
- See
if she knows anything.
You know old bags
can't control
themselves around me.
She's gonna be all over it.
- I got
a few questions to ask
regarding a certain
pow-pow, a bang bang,
maybe a pew-pew.
Just come clear it up for me.
You're not in any trouble.
I just want to make
sure nobody's hurt.
- Come on, Evelyn.
Sell me out like that.
Aw.
Damn.
- I don't
think anybody's home.
- That crazy old bat over there
said she saw a car pull in.
I'll check the garage.
- I'm gonna
kick this guy's door down,
and then I'm gonna punch
him square in the mouth.
Come on now.
We're not leaving till
we talk to someone.
- Shit.
Get some answers.
- Mmm.
The old bag was right.
There's a car in the back.
Looks like he's here.
- Come on, man.
I knew this
son of a bitch was here.
- Come on.
- He's
probably up there jerking off.
What a wisenheimer.
Hey, Cox, how often
do you jerk off a day?
- Oh shit!
Boom!
Yeah, motherfucker!
How did you think of that
and I didn't think of that?
Anyway, now you just
peacefully fall asleep
and you never gotta
wake up again.
You don't gotta go
blowin' that handsome face
all over the place.
The pills?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I, I, I don't do well
under heavy influence.
I might, uh, have
a panic attack or something.
Answer the door now,
Mr Harden.
- Do you hear that?
Do you fucking hear that?
That shit's bad.
When that motherfucker
goes around
and sees your car in the garage,
they're not going anywhere.
There'll probably be
more fucking cops.
Not to mention Evelyn is
talking to the super cop
about you waving your dick
all over the fucking place.
You had to fuck up
the storage unit.
Everything was
going so perfectly.
Our plan was on point.
It was on point.
But everything's so
fucking difficult with you.
Nothing is ever simple.
That's why Sherry hates you.
That's why Sherry hates you.
Sherry hates you.
Sherry hates, Sherry hates you.
Sherry.
- Please answer the door.
- Get them the fuck
out of here now.
I'm fucking coming!
Fuck you!
Hey.
- Uh, Mr. Harden?
- Yes.
What, what is it?
- I'm Officer Cox.
This is Officer Strawberry.
Are you okay?
- You're out here beating on
my door and ringing the bell
18 times to ask me if I'm okay?
- Well, uh, you're
bleeding, pretty badly, sir.
- It appears.
Is that it?
- No, do you mind if we come in?
- Whoa, I do mind,
I do mind actually.
Let's take it down here.
What can I do for ya?
- We have reason to believe
a gun was discharged
at your house this morning.
- You have reason?
- Yes.
- Is that a question?
- Yes, sir.
- Why would you
ask it like that?
"You have reason."
That's a statement.
Why don't you just ask
it like a normal person?
Better yet, tell me
what your reason is.
- We received an
anonymous tip that a gun--
- Strawberry, I got this.
We received an
anonymous tip that a gun
was heard going off over here,
at your house,
couple of hours ago.
- That's right.
- Also, we were informed
that there was an incident
with your realtor.
- Incident.
I don't uh,
I don't remember any incidents.
- An altercation or argument
didn't transpire here?
- You said your name was Cox?
- Yes, sir.
- Cox, that's a, that's
a weird name on you.
You, you don't look like a Cox.
- There was some,
uh, shouting heard
coming from your
residence about 20 minutes
after the gun was heard.
The realtor was seen
leaving distraught.
- An anonymous tip you said?
- That's right.
- Your tip was mistaken.
I don't even own a gun.
- Is that a fact?
- Yes.
- Standing on a broken pot.
What's that about?
Strawberry, enough.
- But I'm, uh, standing
on broken terracotta, sir.
- He's standing on
broken terracotta.
- I probably wouldn't
stand there if it was,
uh, bothering me.
- Step
off the broken pieces.
- You two
are a interesting,
interesting couple, like
I would never see you
and you in the same
place and think,
those guys must be partners.
But it, uh, it works.
Oddly.
Well, if that's it, fellas,
I'm gonna head back inside.
- Do you mind if we have a
look around the property?
- I don't care what you do
as long as you're not
beating on my door
or ringing my doorbell.
Whooo!
Talk about a close call.
You know
what I'm saying.
Great!
Where were we?
I
I'm happy again
Feelin' lucky again
Should shock and
remember when
I'm happy again
Oh oh
I feel better oh when
Can't wait to begin
She is the smile
Look what I've got
Look what I've got
Oh
Let's build it
Send me around
Don't take me down
Oh, knock me out
I'm happy again
Since I can't remember when
She loves me again
She wants me again
- The testes start making
a chemical substance
called a hormone.
She loves me again
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
- No, don't let
her do that to me!
No!
Stop it!
That hurts us!
No!
Wrong pills!
Wrong pills!
- Yo, hard on.
Hey, Kyle.
What's up, buddy.
Ah, thanks a lot.
It's Evan.
Traffic is...
I'm on my way to do your thing.
Fucking terrible.
I'm on my way.
Kyle.
Hey hey.
Ah ah ah ah
- Kyle.
Kyle.
Kyle, hey, hey, hey.
Kyle, hello, hello.
Hello.
Kyle.
Dude, you're drooling.
- Huh?
- What are you doing?
You've been looking at me for
like the past three minutes.
- What's up, man?
- Did you eat a horse
tranquilizer or something?
Oh my God, dude, where
did all your hair go?
- Oh yeah.
I cut it.
- You gotta leave that
to professionals, man.
You look like shit.
Is that blood?
- Nah, dude.
That ain't blood.
- It's all over your face.
- Totally, man.
Hey, hold on a sec.
I can still, I can
still hear you.
- Okay, so my ETA says
I'm about 30 minutes away,
but that is impossible
considering I am sitting
in a parking lot
'cause there's a train
carrying empty container wagons.
It doesn't make any sense.
I literally haven't moved
in like two minutes.
I should just put
the car in park.
- Maybe you should.
What did coach used to say?
Don't talk about it.
- Be about it.
- Yeah.
I cannot argue with that.
I'm gonna do it.
- We're all good, man.
I put the car in park.
We're all green over here.
- Coach would be proud.
- Oh great, of course.
Yeah, it just moves
five feet now.
Ah, oh no, it stopped again.
Okay, we're fine.
Oh, my bad, man.
Did you wanna move
up a little bit?
Is, will five feet get you
closer to your destination?
Cool.
Okay, hey, hey.
Okay, motherfucker, stop.
Dumb ass.
Oh, he honked.
I can do that too, I can
honk a fucking horn too.
You like that?
Yeah?
'Cause your mother did,
'cause I was honking her horn
all night last night, baby.
How's she feeling today,
'cause when I left her,
she was crying.
Dickhead!
Shut up!
This fucking
guy back here is honking
because I won't
move up five feet.
- I heard.
I heard.
- Okay, okay, ya know,
shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
I'm gonna handle
this guy real quick.
Shut up!
Shut, shut the fuck up.
Oh fuck, holy shit!
Holy shit!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Whoa, shit.
- I got kids with me!
- They're your kids?
I'm sorry.
That's my, okay
take it, take it!
I don't want it!
Fuck, dude!
Fuck!
Shit.
- Dude, that guy
just ate your burrito.
- Oh fuck.
What am I doing?
- Yo, was that your food?
- Dude.
I can't eat it now.
I don't know if he's sick.
I don't know what he has.
I just fucking got this thing.
It's just a tortilla.
It's like I'm sitting
in a sea of pollution
and idiots, man.
- Yeah.
It's that moment you realize
your life isn't quite
as significant as
you thought it was.
I mean, there's way
too many people.
And, every last one of them
thinks what they're doing
is more important
than the other guy,
yet in the grand
scheme of it all
none of it matters.
Look at 9/11.
Aside from taking two minutes
to read your Facebook
posts about it
one day out of the year,
it's like it never happened,
and that was just 15 years ago.
And it could be anything.
You name it.
World wars, tsunamis,
earthquakes, starvation.
None of it matters
to anyone except,
and only for a brief
moment in time,
the people whom are
directly affected.
But for the rest of us,
it'll just be some sad event
that future
generations'll read about
in seventh grade history class
where they're more
concerned about
if their erection's gonna go
away before the bell rings
than whatever their
fat teacher is saying
about nine fucking 11 anyway.
- Boners in seventh
grade were the shit.
- Boners in seventh
grade were the shit.
- I remember I used to
have to take my backpack
and I'd have to swing it
around to the front of my pants
and hide my boners
because they were so big.
- You know, it's like
you only remember
when life was good
before the bubble burst
and the world revealed itself
as the shitbox that it is.
- Yeah, see that's
your problem though.
Okay?
You need to get back
into the bubble.
Ignorance is bliss, man.
It's simple.
- No, no, no, nah.
I know way too much of this
morbid fucking existence, man.
I can't ignore it.
- Why is, why are
you so depressing?
Why is this
conversation depressing?
This whole this is,
it's depressing me.
- I'm just being real.
If I died today,
it wouldn't matter.
- No, it would matter, 'cause
then I would have to go find
another best friend
to go do favors for.
Like sit in traffic.
- So then what was the
point to Kyle Harden?
Or my son?
Why was he here?
Outside of like a
fucking photograph
it's like
he wasn't anything.
He's just a memory, you know?
And when I die,
so does the memories of him.
It'll be like he never existed.
So what was the point?
What was the point to anything?
Or anybody?
- I get it.
Hey, why don't you come out
with Stacy and I tonight.
Come on.
- I got a lot to do.
- We're going dancing.
- Ya know, we're still trying
to sell the house, and--
- No, I'm not
taking that, man.
- Some stuff I
have to take care of.
- I'll do you one better, buddy.
I'm gonna come over
after the storage unit
and I'm gonna pick you up and
drag you out of that house.
Come on.
- Fine.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
- Yeah!
- But I gotta lot of shit
to do, like I said, okay?
So let me, um, I'm
gonna call you back.
- I will be right here.
Probably in the same exact spot.
- Okay.
We'll talk in a bit.
Hopefully you get there soon.
There we go.
Ah ha ha ah, fuck you pee.
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
For no one living here.
- And press three
for baby Jack.
- This sure is
a busy fucking house.
- Jack says press four
if you'd like to
smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're
trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
- This message
is for Mr. Kyle Harden.
- Almost time.
- If this is not Kyle Harden,
please disregard and
erase this message now.
Mr. Harden, this
is Marcy calling
from the legal
department of J. Brooks.
- Hello.
- I presume I'm
speaking to Kyle Harden?
- Yes.
What?
- Well, Mr. Harden,
due to your lack of production
over the course of this year,
and, well to be perfectly frank,
failing repeated drug testing,
you will not.
- I had a prescription.
- You will not be receiving
any severance pay.
- I can show you the note.
- Nor will we be paying you
the remainder of your commission
as those now belong
to the company.
- Daddy?
It wasn't your fault.
I remember when you used
to sing me that song.
I miss you.
Twinkle, twinkle
Little star
How I wonder
What you are
Up above the world
So high
Like a diamond
In the sky
Twinkle, twinkle
Little star
How I wonder
What you are
How I wonder
Where you are
- Hey, Kyle.
What's up?
Don't talk.
Hold on for a second.
Yeah, yeah, no problem.
Okay, I'll let him know.
Cool.
Have a great rest of
your day, Madillio.
Actually before you go back,
I need to take a massive shit.
Can I use your employee
bathroom in the back?
Please.
Thanks, dude.
Hey, what's up, man?
- Hey.
- Ah, so
you're all set here.
Everything's fine.
Everything's paid up.
All your belongings
are safe and sound.
- All right, good, good, good.
It's great.
Thank you very much.
- What are
best friends for?
- Yeah.
You are my best friend.
I never said this
'cause it's gay or whatever,
but I love you.
- You're right,
that's the gayest thing
you've ever said to me.
Yeah, I know, I know.
- Madillio, I am so sorry,
man, that is horrific.
Ooph.
Good bye, it was
nice meeting you.
Food truck kimchi.
Not good.
And I love you too, hard on.
Really I'm glad you
called me earlier.
You know, you, you
seem pretty good
aside from all that
depressing shit
you were saying earlier.
- What can I say.
- But all that
jabroni stuff, done.
Okay?
We're moving on.
And I'm gonna come
over to your house
and I'm gonna cheer you up.
And when I do,
I'm gonna give you
one big ass homoerotic hug.
- Sweet.
I always loved those.
Yeah.
I might give you one
of my classic nudges
with my penis.
- Shit, I hope you do.
Get up right now.
Let's feel it.
Squeeze me.
Little harder.
Oooo.
You smell nice.
- You smell
like a bathroom.
- Thank you.
I sprayed myself with Febreze.
- Mmm, that is nice.
- Do your thing.
And I'll be over in
about, about an hour.
- Okay.
- My asshole's on fire.
- Good bye.
- This is Scott Harden.
I am not available to
take your call right now.
So please leave a message
and I'll call you back
as soon as I can.
- Hey, Dad.
It's Kyle, it's Kyle.
I'm sorry.
I know that I'm too late.
Maybe things will be better
on the other side.
Yeah, yeah.
- Hi, you've
reached the Harden residence.
Press one for Kyle.
- Press two for Sherry.
- And press
three for baby Jack.
- Jack says
press four if you'd like
to smell his diaper.
- Beep!
- Okay.
Stop pressing buttons.
This is just a regular
answering machine,
but, if you leave a message.
- And you're
trying to reach
, that's right.
- Baby Jack will
call you back, and you two
can try to decipher what
the other is trying to say.
- Hey, it'll be fun.
- Talk to you soon.
Kyle, Kyle, please pick up.
Oh my God.
Please, I'm on my way over.
Kyle, please don't do--
Go, go, move, move!
Go ahead, go ahead.
Move out.
Go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go, go, move, move.
Mr. Harden.
This is the L.A.P.D.
Open the door.
Mr. Harden?
Open the door, Mr. Harden!
Or we'll break it down.
Mr. Harden, open
the door please.
Knock it down.
Mr. Harden?
Everything's gonna be okay.
- Kitchen's clear.
Family room is clear.
- Don't come in.
I have a gun.
We're here to help.
- I don't want any help.
- I'm here
because people care about you.
- Shh.
- Mr. Harden?
- Sherry called you, huh?
- She only wants
what's best for you.
She's on her way.
You can talk to her yourself.
Mr. Harden?
I need to know that you're okay.
- I'm fine.
Fucking outstanding.
- Okay,
let me start over, Kyle.
May I call you Kyle?
- I don't care.
My name is Scott.
It's very nice to meet you.
- Scott, that's my dad's name.
It's a good name.
It means painted warrior.
If that's not badass,
I don't know what is.
Is your dad a badass?
- Yeah.
He was.
Too badassed sometimes.
Huh, tell me about it,
I know what you mean.
My dad was a real
hard ass as well.
You know, Kyle, I really
hate talking to this door.
May I come in alone,
and we can keep talking?
- No.
This is fine.
Stay out there.
You stay on the other
side of this door.
I gotta gun pointed
at your fucking head.
- That
hurts my feelings, Kyle.
- Stop patronizing me!
What the fuck?
I'm a grown fucking man!
I'm sorry, okay?
I just wanna come in and
make sure you're okay
and that you don't need
any medical attention.
- I don't need any.
- You know
I wanna believe you, Kyle,
but we got reports of gunshots
fired at this location,
and I really need to see for
myself that you're not hurt.
Now I'm gonna slowly
open the door.
Please don't shoot me.
- Then don't open the door.
- I have to, Kyle.
That's not okay.
- I'm coming in.
My hands are right here.
- I just wanna be alone, man.
- I'm unarmed.
It's just me.
My hands are up.
It's just me, I'm unarmed, okay?
Kyle.
I'm gonna leave my
hands right here.
All right?
But you gotta do me a favor.
Would you mind
putting the gun down?
Can you just not point
it at me at least
'cause I'm not a big fan of
having a gun pointed at my head
when I'm trying to
have a conversation.
- I don't wanna have a
conversation with you.
Just leave.
Just get out.
Nobody's listening to me today.
Nobody's listening to me.
- I
am listening, Kyle.
That's what I do.
I'm here, I'm listening to you.
- No you're not.
I asked you to leave, dude.
Just get out of my house.
- I can't do that, Kyle.
- Sure you can.
Walk out the door, man.
Walk out the front door.
- If I were to leave right now,
and something were
to happen to you,
I gotta go home with that.
How am I gonna look
my son in the eye
and tell him I did
everything I could
to help you, huh?
I'm here, Kyle.
Look at me, Kyle.
Look at me.
I'm here.
I care about what
happens to you.
A lot of people care.
What you do here
has a lasting affect
on a lot of people.
Okay?
So just put the gun down.
You don't want your son
to see you like this.
- You don't talk about my son.
You don't talk about my son!
- Put the gun down!
- Put your gun down!
- Easy!
Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, easy.
He doesn't want me
in the room, okay?
Just stand down.
Back up.
We're cool.
We're cool, right, Kyle?
I'm backing up.
I'm backing up.
- I got a clear shot.
- What?
What are you gonna do?
Shoot me?
You gonna fucking shoot me?
Shoot me.
Please.
'Cause I'm having a real
fucking hard time doing it!
- Easy, Kyle.
Stand down!
- I'm done talking to you.
- Kyle take the gun
away from your head.
I'm done talking.
- Take the gun down!
- Get the fuck
out of my house!
Am I lost inside
An empty tide
'Cause I feel numb
But, I'm on fire
Can't stop the wind
No not this time
It will take me to
The other side
So, good bye
Oh good night
Good bye
Good night
So, burn it all
Burn it all for me
Slow my heart
Till it won't beat
Ah ah ah ah
Ah oh
- Dad?
Ah ah ah ah
- Jack.
You got so big.
- What are you doing?
Ah ah ah ah
Oh
- Stop, what you're doing!
- I'm sorry.
So, good bye
- I love you, Daddy.
- I love you.
Good night
- No.
Good bye
Good night
- No, no!
No!
No!
No!
Burn the life
Again today
I'll tell it all
To go away
I wish that I
I wish that I could change
But, it all won't go away
No, it all won't go away
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I don't wanna feel
Good night, good
night, good night
Nothing here is real
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I don't wanna say
Good night, good
night, good night
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I don't wanna feel
Good night, good
night, good night
Nothing here is real
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I don't wanna say
Good night, good
night, good night