Benji's Hour (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[roaring sound]

[soft music playing]

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-[birds chirping]

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[boots sloshing]

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Shh! Quiet. Look.

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[bird squawking]

sh*t.

Hey. Good stuff. Nice job, bud.

[music intensifies]

[urinating]

Watching 116 videos

Tryna rap just like Mineo

Whatever come save

My life, uh

But he ain't really

With the word hero, uh

O-M-G, I believe

What I can't see

I still got these memories

When one little kid

Tryna be like me

- Yo, what's good?

- [boy] Yo.

[male] Yo, how you doing?

How are you?

[indistinct chatter]

Really I got no chill

Wait a minute, whoa

Yo. What's good?

I don't even know

My limits, whoa!

And ain't no pretending

Whoa

Catching z's

You finna get

[girl] Hey. How are you?

Nice to see you.

Long as I got bread

This is just beginning, whoa

[Benji] Yo. What's up bro?

Know we got it

Don't ask if we bought it

[partygoers]

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Now I get paid for rhyming

Now they look so excited

Why, of course

I signed this

Always shutter-blinding

That's the future shining

Ay, we up next

Ay, we up next

Yeah, we up next

Yeah, we up next

We up, we up next

[serene music playing]

-[sirens blaring]

-[CB chatter]

[CB chatter]

-[sirens blaring]

-[gasping]

[sirens blaring]

-[CB chatter]

-[laughing and panting]

[grunting and groaning]

-[CB chatter]

-[fireworks popping]

[serene music]

[sirens blaring]

[soft music playing]

[fireworks popping]

-[camera flashes]

-[soft music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[disgusted sigh]

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Are you f*cking kidding me?!

Are you f*cking kidding me?!

Yeah. You know--

I didn't have to

f*cking bail you out.

You know, you ruined my night.

I was with somebody.

I wasn't the one that

f*cking called you.

Shut up. Shut up!

We're leaving. Excuse me!

[sarcastically]

Thank you.

I'm not gonna forget

about that bail.

All right? You owe me!

[solemn music playing]

-[male] All rise.

-[female] Be seated.

[male]

The People of the State

of New York

versus Benjamin Hayes.

[female] I accept the

terms of the agreement.

The alternative is

juvenile detention.

Mr. Hayes, which will it be?

Benjamin, the court requires

your decision now.

[solemn music playing]

[female]

I'm running behind, Marty.

Can you show Benjamin where

the community service office is?

You got it.

Gentlemen.

[soft music playing]

[sighing]

[metal clanking]

Oh, hey there, hon.

You must be Benjamin!

Nope.

Oh, my mistake.

W-Well, what can I do

you for, sweetie?

No, yeah... No, I'm him.

Yeah, I was joking.

I'm Ben. Benji.

Oh.

[chuckles]

Quite the trickster.

Yay. They, um,

they told me,

you know, you were,

whoever you may be,

you were coming in today.

Look, um,

I know you're not working

here by choice, per se,

but it's still really great

to have you on board.

[softly]

Hey.

Shake on that.

You want apple juice

or something?

I'm allergic.

Oh- hey, I have a friend

who's allergic to apples,

if you can believe that, right?

I'm not allergic to apples.

I'm allergic to the

idea of apple juice.

Figure you ought

to know that about me.

Uh-huh. I see.

No, I'm joking.

Ah!

[chuckles]

You got me, you got

me. You're good.

Dude, you are so good.

Okay, well, um,

come on, sit, sit, sit.

Yeah. I, I can, uh,

get comfortable, I'll

give you the rundown.

Oh. No, great. Yeah, 'cause

it's so much healthier to stand.

So that was, thank you for that.

So basically what we do here

is we make wigs for

cancer patients because

people who have cancer,

they tend to lose their hair.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, no, of course you do. What

is the matter with me? Wow.

I'm so off my game today. Um...

Anyway, so your job

will be, you know,

boxing up wigs for shipping,

putting labels on 'em,

sweeping, sweeping, sweeping.

You know,

like a barbershop, sweeping,

sweeping, sweeping

and, you know,

occasional delivery.

Real simple, easy

stuff like that.

Stop!

Um, yeah.

We don't really need you

to start until tomorrow,

but it, it, it, it was so great

that you, you came by and

see the place, we got to say hi.

Thank you so much for coming by.

[silently mouthing]

Have a nice day.

-[bed squeaking]

-[moaning and panting]

-[water running]

-[door shuts]

Uh-oh.

Well, howdy do there, Benji?

[chuckles]

Hi.

Did you get some milk

while you were out?

No, I forgot.

Fine. When you don't have

any milk for your cereal

in the morning, I don't want

to hear bitching, okay?

M'kay.

Anyway, I'm gonna go

out for a little bit,

so I left some uh,

leftover mac and cheese

in the fridge,

in case you get hungar.

Hunger, I mean,

in case you get hungar...

in case, in case

you get hunger-ey.

Where you going?

Since when do I have to explain

my whereabouts to you?

I don't ask where you're going.

Granted, you're the one

got yourself arrested, so...

That's fair.

-Excuse me?

-Forget it.

-No, I'm not gonna forget it.

-Please, Mom.

-What?

-Please.

-What?

-Come on.

What "Come on"?

You think I don't know

how you spent

your time after Dad left?

And how might that be?

You were f*cking there,

you remember.

Oh, no. Well, no,

I guess you wouldn't.

Think you're real

hot sh*t, don't you?

Yeah. No, you're right.

You're right, Benji.

You got it all

f*cking figured out.

But as long as you're here

and you're under my roof--

You mean the roof

that you stole.

Your father went where he went

because he stopped being

able to tell the difference

between me and a punching bag.

Okay? So when you're

here under my roof--

-His roof.

-It's my f*cking roof!

As long as you are here

under my f*cking roof...

...you'll show me

a little bit of respect.

After that...

...I don't f*cking give

a f*ck what you do.

Yeah, you don't tell me

where you're going,

I'm not going to know

what f*cking ditch

to pick you up in.

[soft music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

-Psst.

-Oh, hey.

Oh, hey.

-Look, I'm a working man.

-Hi.

[female voice]

f*cking kidding me.

-With nothing. Nothing!

-Oof.

[birds chirping]

[tense music playing]

[Samantha]

Yo, Benji.

Yeah, sorry.

-So?

-So?

[sighing]

Forget it.

What?

Ah, no, you can just,

let's start by telling

me how it went,

what they're having you do.

I'm cleaning sh*t.

[Samantha] Cleaning sh*t,

what like bathrooms?

I'm proud of you.

-Why?

-I need a reason?

I don't know, are you high?

Oh, what now I have to be

smacked to be proud of you?

What are you doing? I mean,

look on the bright side.

Bright side?

It's gotten you off the streets.

What are you trying

to say, Samantha?

I don't know, I just, I, for

one, feel a whole lot safer so.

-Really?

-What are you doing?

-It's a peaceful town.

-It is.

-What about now?

-No, no, no! Benji!

- Stop!

- [Benji] What about now?

-Put me down, Benjamin.

-What about now?

Benji, no!

Do you feel safe now?

What about now?!

-Oh my God.

-Do you feel safe?

You're not gonna drop me,

you're not gonna drop, are you?

-Whoa.

-[giggling]

No, no, no.

You still feel safe?

-[Benji screaming]

-[Samantha] Yes!

[Benji screaming] Ah!

You've really gone

and f*cked yourself now.

-Have I?

-[laughing]

You're so stupid.

You're so stupid.

Hey, you guys,

you can't be in there.

[Benji]

Go, go, go!

-[Benji] Sorry!

-Sorry.

What the f*ck?! No!

[female laughing]

He told me we were going

to a Dunkin' Donuts!

[male voice] Yo! Pull up!

The elevator f*cking works!

I can't do that.

I c--, I can't get into

dumb sh*t right now.

They're gonna take away my deal.

[male voice]

Come on, Chicken Littles!

Time to save the world!

c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

-I worry about him.

-Yeah, me too.

-You want to do this?

-It looks like fun.

[gentle music playing]

Sometimes your stupid is

good stupid 'cause this is cool.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-What?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Are we not allowed to--

-We're not allowed to clink?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[soft music playing]

Ah! It's so pretty.

It's so pretty!

God bless America! Ah!

[giggling]

-Take your trash.

-f*cking sh*t.

Clean up after

yourselves, okay?!

[laughing]

Don't, don't!

Come on.

[soft music playing]

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[train honking and clanking]

[train honking]

[soft music playing]

[thunder rumbles]

[inaudible audio]

[music intensifies]

Hey. I'm Benji.

I said, "I'm Benji."

Yeah, I heard you.

What's yours?

What's my what?

Your name.

If you're trying to f*ck me,

I'm not interested. Understand?

-What are you talking about?

-I said I'm not interested!

Okay. Jesus. Forget it.

Laura.

[Benji]

What?

My name's Laura.

Cool.

Why'd you think

I wanted to f*ck you?

'Cause most men do.

[items rustling]

[male voice] So you'll take

mornings up on the counter?

-[moans]

-Hey. You know, it's just--

Oh, hey, Junior. Don't

let us bother you, huh?

Don't sweat it, Senior.

I am late for work.

Oh, is that, is that

what you call it?

You know, you're right,

I wouldn't know.

I'm actually on my way to watch

another prick try to bust a nut.

What did you say to me, punk?!

J-Jerry, just forget about it.

He's, he's...

It's just how he jokes.

Whatever.

Didn't your daddy ever

teach you any manners?

Oh, that's right, he

wouldn't have, would he?

[warily]

Jerry.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm the punk?

[grunting]

No!

-[Rita] Stop it!

-[Benji] Stop it!

[grunting]

Get back. Get back!

-f*ck you, Rita! Ow!

-[Benji screams]

[Benji]

Now! Get out!

Jerry, wait. No, no.

-I don't even know,

-Not a word.

what to--

Don't say a word, Rita.

Not one word.

[both panting]

-[door closes]

-[plate shatters]

[sirens blaring in distance]

Spare one?

You're unbelievable, kid,

you know that?

Hey, how long you

been working here?

Twelve years.

Yeesh!

What about you? I saw

the papers on Susan's desk.

I know you're not volunteering.

Oh, I k*lled a guy.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Why'd you do that?

It had to be done.

I don't k*ll for fun.

You don't think

I'm tough enough?

I don't think

you're heavy enough.

You shouldn't smoke.

Oh, that's a bit hypocritical,

don't you think?

Well, I'm a bit older than

you, don't you think?

Okay, I quit.

What do you want from me?

I'm just making conversation.

I already told you if

you're trying to f*ck me,

I'm not interested.

I already told you I'm not,

okay? So we can just,

cause you're not...

...you're not my type.

What type might that be?

Crazy.

What can I say that will cut

this conversation short?

Why do you yell at the wall?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I saw you.

You must've seen wrong.

Okay.

-My turn.

-sh**t.

What'd you really do?

I ran from cops and

some other stuff.

-Why?

-I don't know, I don't know.

-Worth it?

-It's whatever.

Why is it whatever?

I don't know. You know,

life just happens.

-Why mess with that?

-Oh, come on. Life just happens?

That's the single worst excuse

for f*cking up I've ever heard.

Okay, Miss "I'm So Perfect",

what's your excuse,

for where you ended up?

Where might that be?

Stringing wigs and

yelling at walls.

[snorts]

Life just happens.

It just does.

You trying to f*ck me?

[Laura]

No.

[brooding music playing]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Laura] No, no.

I'm waiting for someone.

-[man mumbling]

-Hey. Hey!

What are you--

Get away from her!

This your boyfriend, Laura?

If I'd known you

like 'em that young,

I'd come over myself.

Hey, get away! Hey!

You not f*cking hear me?!

I said get away from her!

Hey. Junior, take it easy.

Laura just owes me some money,

and I'm here to

collect it, that's all.

Come on, don't be like that.

Take a f*cking hike!

What are you gonna do

with that? Be a f*cking hero.

[hisses angrily]

I'll see ya, sweetheart. Bye.

[panting]

Is that worth it?

It's whatever, I guess.

[vintage jazz playing on stereo]

[music continues]

[music continues softly]

[CB chatter]

What the f*ck is this?

Get the f*ck out of here.

f*ck you, dude. Get

the f*ck out of my house!

Really?! Today?! Of

all the f*cking days?!

Are you f*cking kidding

me?! f*cking b*tch.

Un-f*cking-believable.

Un-f*cking-believable!

You better f*cking hope

I don't get the f*ck out!

f*ck you!

[jazz music continues]

I'll see you in my dreams

Hold you in my dreams

Someone took you

Out of my heart

[instrumental jazz music]

[glass cracking]

[music continues]

[glass clinking]

[groans]

Hey there, Benjamin.

[groaning woozily]

[grunting]

Hold on. I got it. I got it.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah.

[grunting]

[panting]

Hi, baby.

[groaning and sighing]

[sighing]

It's always gonna

be like this, isn't it?

[groans]

What?

[disgustedly]

Oh God.

Why do, why you always

got to be so serious?

You're pathetic.

I'm pathetic?

You're pathetic.

[chuckles]

I'm pathetic?

Do you know how much

I gave up... for you?

Do you have any idea?

Do you know?

I wish you hadn't.

Where the f*ck do you

think you're going?!

No. No. Do not

take one more step.

Not one more step.

Get out of my way.

Get out of my f*cking way.

[grunting]

Get out of my f*cking--

Stop it! Let me go! Let me go!

Bye, Rita.

[whimpering]

You ungrateful piece of sh*t!

[glass shattering]

[Benji]

My life is just so f*cked.

My world keeps getting smaller

and smaller and smaller.

Honestly, it might be time for

you to bail for your own good.

Well, what if I wanna

take the ride?

Well, if that's the case...

...let's f*cking ride.

[Samantha giggles]

-[knocking]

-[female voice] Samantha.

One minute!

[soft music playing]

[female voice] Is that Benji?

Bill, get down here.

She just wanna chill

Open this door right now!

Something for my life

Know I had to deal with

This pressure on my mind

Stressing two-four seven

Trying to push it

To the side

She just wanna rock

With me on the daily

Baby, am I crazy?

If you wanna slide later

Come save me

Meet me in the night

Sounds fine, I'm faded

I'm faded

Got me pacing again

Couple thoughts

Inside my mind

I'm just taking it in

Writing fast

Like I'm racing the pen

Couple minutes independent

Then I'm blazin' again

It's like the thoughts

In my mind

Turn it off and rewind

Picture something different

Then I'm lost in the lines

Twisting up a swisher

Got me off in the sky

And I know your seven digits

So I call, call all the time

Call all the time

She just wanna vibe

Got me lost in the line

[footsteps swishing]

[lock clicking]

Hi. Hi.

What in God's name

are you doing here?

Can I come in?

-[scoffs] No.

-No, Laura. Hey, Laura.

Please. Hey. Hey, Laura.

Laura. Laura. Laura. Laura.

I have mace.

Oh. Uh, yep. What-- What kind?

What-- What flavour?

How do you even have my address?

A bird. A bird flew at 4F.

-What?

-4F.

What are you doing here?

Okay, I know it's really

weird, and it's a lot to ask,

but could I possibly

just stay the night

on the couch because

I don't really know

where else to go this late.

And y-you, you can totally

say no if you want to.

Please.

[lock clattering]

It's a shitty couch, but...

...have at it.

-Thank you.

-I'm gonna be in my room.

Please don't disturb me. Okay?

Like, if you're dying,

do so quietly.

Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna come in.

[Laura] Okay.

-And I'll shut this.

-[Laura] Good. Yeah.

-Okay.

-[Laura] Okay.

[door creaking]

[sniffles]

[children playing]

[thudding]

-What are you doing?

-[Benji] Nothing.

-Are you trying to rob me?

-No.

-Get out of here!

-No, I'm not--

Get the f*ck out!

No, I'm sorry. Jesus.

[Laura]

What the f*ck were you doing?

-Are you trying to rob me?

-No.

Were you trying

to steal from me?

No, no I wasn't.

-I-- I'm just a f*cking idiot.

-Then what were you doing?

I'm a f*cking idiot

and I'm gonna go. I'm sorry.

-Just sit.

-What?

Just sit.

[softly]

Okay, okay.

I'm really sorry.

I didn't know you had cancer.

Well, congratulations,

now you do.

-Is it bad?

-No.

That's good.

What the f*ck are

you doing here?

Well, you know the

suite at my hotel

is being refurnished,

so yeah, it was time.

No, my mom and I don't

get along very well.

Well, don't you have

any friends you can call?

What about that

girlfriend of yours?

Her mom isn't my biggest fan.

Also...

Also what?

I didn't think that

you would judge me.

I saw the way your

girl looked at me,

so if anyone's

being judged here.

I know, I'm sorry about that.

Um, she didn't know

that I knew you.

Yeah, but why should

that matter?

You're f*cking right.

So the cancer...

is it gonna k*ll you?

Aren't you a happy camper?

Yeah.

At some point, it will.

I think it's time

we call it a night.

Yeah.

But listen, if you get

curious or lonely again,

next time, I'm not gonna be

as understanding. You got it?

No worries there.

[door creaking]

All right, boys. It's simple.

Get in, get out, copy?

What if the register's empty?

Bro, I already told you, my

cousin cleans the bathroom here

and he says register's

always full on Sunday.

How much did that

information cost?

-50 percent.

-50 percent? No.

f*ck you. No. No deal.

We wouldn't have even known

about it if it wasn't for--

No f*cking deal. I'm out.

Are you seriously

gonna walk away

from money this easy?

This won't even

take us ten minutes.

It's so f*cking close, I can

smell it. You smell it?

-I can f*cking smell it.

-He f*cking smells it.

"To dare is to lose

one's footing.

Not to dare,

that's to lose oneself."

What are you talking about?

Kierk-- Kierkegaard.

Kaka what?

You know, Soren Kierkegaard...

The father of existentialism?

Hey, Eric. Have I ever told you

that you're a little b*tch?

All the f*cking time.

-'Kay.

-But in the man's own words,

"The moment you label

me, you negate me",

so who's the b*tch now, b*tch?

-Fine.

-Fine what?

Let's get a f*cking move on.

Attaboy. Oh, one more thing.

The idea would be

not to use this,

but better be safe

than sorry, right?

[shouting in the distance]

[soft music playing

over intercom]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[gasping]

[tense music playing]

[gasping and panting]

[music continues]

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

Rough night?

[making gurgling noise]

Where is your daddy in all this?

Long gone.

-Divorced?

-Jail.

He could be dead for all I know.

-Shame.

-I wouldn't know.

You still have one parent,

don't take it for granted.

If you call what

she does parenting.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I have an idea.

If I out-drink you,

you go home to your mom's.

If you win,

I'll sleep on the f*cking couch.

You're on.

But you have no idea

what you're getting

yourself into.

I don't think you do.

Ahh.

["Lost Lost Lost"

starts playing]

Baby I'm lost

Baby I'm lost

[vocalizing]

[grunting and sighing]

[chuckling]

You calling it quits?

[grunting]

-Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

-[Laura laughing]

Ah.

[groaning]

-You win.

-[Laura] Yes.

-You win. You win.

-[Laura chuckling]

[grunting]

-Congratulations. You win.

-Where you going?

Let's show her what

she's won, Bob.

Whoa!

[grunting and groaning]

Are you okay? Sit right here.

You cheated because you...

...you don't have a stomach.

[Laura chuckling]

[melancholic music playing]

Who is the kid?

What?

Who's that kid in the

picture in the wagon?

That's my Mary.

Where is she?

She's dead.

[music continues]

Yeah, some... guy

doing 50 in a 25.

My little girl never

stood a chance.

[music continues]

I had it once, you know.

Had what?

Ignorance and bliss.

I had it. I had it, I had--.

I held it, held it...

...in my hand.

[music continues]

Yeah. I know what it feels like.

And now my hand

has nothing in it.

And, you know what

would normally feel fine,

it feels very empty.

[music continues]

You know, you look like death.

[Laura chuckling]

So... you should stay tonight.

But you need to go home

first thing in the morning

and work your sh*t out.

f*cking death, man.

Yeah.

You said the cancer's

gonna k*ll you.

And?

And I don't know how you

can be so f*cking calm.

Hmm, death's heavier

on the young.

Yeah, I don't have time

to go into a tailspin

over the inevitable.

[snorting]

I feel like

all my friends, you know, like,

sh**t for the Moon

and hit the stars,

but I can't seem to make it

out of the f*cking atmosphere.

Laura.

Yeah?

I wish things were different.

Don't we all?

It's been five years

And some change

And this world

Is gettin' so strange

But this old house

Smells just the same

And my mom

My sweet mom

She don't remember my name

Hey, Mom.

I don't even know

what I'm supposed

to say to you right now.

I mean, what gives you the right

to just get up and leave--

We're not doing this right now.

-But--

-Later, okay?

Just not right now.

Fine.

[Rita laughing]

[folk music playing]

Traveling north

Traveling north to find you

Train wheels beating

The wind in my eyes

Don't even know

What I'll say

When I find you

Ah! Oh!

[laughing]

Oh!

I'm back alive.

It's so many miles

And so long

No, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't.

[laughing]

And fall down!

[grunting]

But suddenly now I know

Where I belong

-[male's voice] Yeah.

-[Rita] I didn't say anything.

-You're a f*cking liar.

-Don't.

-Every f*cking day

-Don't.

it's the same sh*t and

I'm f*cking sick of it!

[Rita]

Benji! Eric's here.

sh*t.

What?

Nice to see you too, buddy.

What do you want?

I want to know what happened.

We were all ready to go,

and then you up

and f*cking dipped.

We had to bail because of you.

-And?

-What happened?

-Nothing.

-Obviously wasn't nothing.

I didn't feel like it.

Um, and I don't owe

you an explanation.

I don't owe you sh*t

and I'm a little bit tired

of everybody thinking otherwise.

Robbing a gas station

isn't like jacking off.

You don't do it 'cause

you feel like it,

you do it 'cause

you f*cking do it.

I got a suspicious vibe from

the guy behind the counter.

Is that, are you, is that?

Jesus f*cking Christ.

-What?

-I don't even recognize you.

What are you talking about?

You're like a completely

different person.

You look f*cking terrified.

Why would I be terrified?

I don't know, but

you're all over the place.

I'm solid.

Okay. Whatever you say, bro.

I will, uh, catch you

later, I guess.

Bye. See ya.

[insect buzzing]

[tense music starts suddenly]

[children playing]

[male's voice]

f*cking liar!

-[Rita] Don't, don't.

-Every f*cking day

it's the same sh*t and

I'm f*cking sick of it!

[children playing]

[Rita]

Are you f*cking kidding me?!

[children laughing]

[male's voice]

f*cking kidding me?!

[slow tense music playing]

[g*nsh*t blasting]

[insect buzzing]

[sirens blaring in distance]

[thunder crashes]

-[man] Sup, dude.

-[Benji] Hey, how ya doing?

[thunder crashes]

[gasping]

Nobody f*cking saw that?

[soft music playing]

[car honking]

He saw!

[music continues]

[owl hooting]

[music continues]

Hey, where's Laura?

Oh, she didn't feel well.

Didn't come in today.

Oh. Okay. Later.

Later.

[gentle music playing]

[intercom buzzes]

[music continues]

[intercom beeping]

[music continues]

[buzzing]

[beeping]

[music continues]

[ragged exhale]

[gentle music playing]

[weak inhale]

[rock music playing]

[female laughing]

Giving me love

All on your canvas

All of the girls

All on the mattress

[laughing]

[laughing]

All arms up

Oh, yes, I can

help you with that.

[Rita laughing]

And you too

You're the best I can do

You're the best I can do

You're the

[soft music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[Benji] Cheers.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, are you ready for this?

[soft music playing]

[Eric] Who tryna take

a ride on the boat?

[Benji]

Oh my God! What the f*ck?!

Oh! No. Oh!

[soft music playing]

Whoo!

And you too

You're the best I can do

You're the best I can do

You're the, you're the

You're the best I can do

You're the best I can do

You're the, you're the

[music continues]

[soft music playing]

[Eric]

Yeah!

[music continues]

[fire crackling]

[music continues]

Hello! Hold on, I can't

hear ya! Hold on!

[rap music playing]

Okay, go ahead! Go ahead!

What?

What?

Ah. Hi.

I'm looking for Rita Hayes.

I'm her son.

-One moment.

-What happened?

I'm not allowed to give

you that information,

but if you take a seat, I'll let

the nurse know you're here.

[soft music playing]

Yeah? Here? Yeah.

[male grunting]

[music continues]

Hi. W-What, what's happening?

-Sorry? Is she okay?

-Let's talk somewhere private.

No, w-where is she?

W-what, is she okay?

Please, just come with me.

- [male voice] Let me go!

- [male voice 2] Let me go!

[female]

I need some help over here!

[male]

Let me go! Let me go!

Please! Get him some help!

Need some help over here!

What happened? Nobody told me

anything when they called.

I'm not allowed to disclose

that information without her--

I'm her f*cking son.

I get that, but

I'm still not allowed.

Why the f*ck not?

That's bullshit.

That is f*cking bullshit.

You want me--

It's f*cking bullshit!

That's why I'm being so loud!

'Cause it's f*cking bullshit.

Just tell me what

the f*ck's going on!

Your mom overdosed

on heroin tonight.

[voice distorted]

And was brought into the ER

at approximately 22:00 p.m.

She's currently

on intravenous fluids,

breathing again,

and her condition is

relatively stable but,

this could've gone

a very different way.

I'm gonna hold her overnight

to monitor her vitals

so she doesn't go into acute

withdrawal from the Narcan.

You feel safe going home?

Is there someone we can call

-for you?

-It's fine. I'm fine.

Here's a list

of treatment centers

and N.A. groups.

But it only works

if she shows up.

[normal voice] So I'd urge you

to try to convince her to go.

Okay.

[doctor] If she doesn't

change her lifestyle soon,

the likelihood of her becoming

a statistic just keeps going up.

[glass shattering]

[brooding music playing]

[pills rattling]

[pills rattling]

[bottles clinking]

[music continues]

You did this. You did.

[Rita]

Benji, I, I'm just gonna...

It's okay.

How, how can I expect you

to know right from wrong

when I'm just a f*cking f*ck,

a f*ck-up?

Oh my God. Jesus, God!

I'm such a f*ck-up!

You're not. Hey, stop!

- [Rita] Such a f*ck-up!

-Stop, stop! Hey, stop that.

[Rita]

Okay.

I threw away all your sh*t.

So it's all gone.

I talked to your internist.

I told him what happened.

So he's not over-prescribing

you anymore.

I went to f*cking Jeff

at the liquor store,

and I told him not

to sell to you again

and I told him if he did,

I'd have him arrested.

I know that you'll

do what you do,

but the doctor mentioned

rehab, and I think...

[Rita groaning]

-Mom, I think it's time.

-Ben-- Benji.

-Mom.

-Benji.

Mom.

I'm not gonna, I'm not

gonna go to rehab.

Why not? You wanna change?

Yeah. I mean, for the first time

in a really long time, yeah.

But what stops you from

going back down the rabbit hole?

Look.

I'll consider it.

Guess I got a lot

of growing up to do.

[Benji sighs]

[pensive music playing]

[music continues]

[Popeye the Sailor singing]

I biffs and I bops 'em

And always offer up some

But none of them

Gets nowhere

If anyone dasses to risk

[thudding]

[Olive Oyl]

Oh! Oh! What happened?!

Oh!

[Olive screaming]

[man sneezes on television]

He must've known

Charles pretty well.

How can you tell?

He's allergic to him.

[rain pattering outside]

[music playing on TV]

Bless you.

Do you know him?

Never seen him before.

[phone ringing]

[music playing on TV]

[Rita]

Benji, phone call.

-Hello?

-[Susan] Hey there, Benji.

Susan?

Yeah. Sweetie,

I, I'm sorry to call,

but I was wondering

if you might be able

to come down for a bit.

I need to talk to you

about something.

Course. Is everything okay?

-[Susan] Thanks, hon.

-[phone clicks]

Who was that?

Be back in a bit.

Where you going?

-Work.

-Now?

Yep.

Well, okay.

Uh, just be, be home

for, for dinner.

-The f*ck?

-What?

You don't make dinner.

Trying.

Whatever you say, weirdo. Bye.

[Susan] Hey there, sir.

Can you come here for a sec?

[chatter on CB]

Officers, we'll

just be a second.

[officer] Hey kid, you Benji?

You wanna tell me

what the f*ck is going on?

Okay, listen to me.

I can't tell you how much

I hate asking you this,

but were you here tonight?

-What are you asking me?

-Benji, this is important.

What? No, I wasn't.

Are you absolutely positive?

Yes, I'm positive.

Okay, so when the cops

came, they found out

you were working here,

they started asking questions.

-You don't think that I--

-No, not if you say you didn't.

I will talk to them,

but chances are

they're gonna wanna

have a word with you.

Okay.

Okay.

[melancholic music playing]

[sirens blaring]

[male]

This is a real f*cking charmer

we brought in here.

'Cause he came in about

a year and a half ago.

He was a real piece of work,

was a bunch of attitude.

Of course,

now he's on probation.

I think we can probably lean on

him with that a little bit.

Couple of those. What is that--

What do you call that, emo?

Is that what that haircut is?

I don't know.

-No big rules there--

-[banging]

Oh, he's got my

f*cking attention now.

-Yeah.

-[detective] Am I wrong?

[ringing]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

It's been crazy out there.

We'll get right to it.

I'm gonna turn this on,

if that's all right. Okay.

It's August 15th, 23:37

in the p.m.

Uh, Benjamin, thanks

a lot for coming down.

I didn't really see a choice.

All the same, we appreciate it.

Benjamin, can you tell us

where you were tonight?

I was home.

If you could be more specific.

I was in my room.

[chuckles]

So you weren't anywhere

near the shop

where you do your

community service?

No, I love, I love it there.

I... I wouldn't...

I didn't do that.

Um, do I need a lawyer?

A lawyer?

[chuckles]

That is a curious response.

Wouldn't you say so?

'Cause I didn't say

anything about a

lawyer, did you?

You know, it makes me wonder

why do you think

you would need a lawyer

if you were being

honest with us?

Okay, well, if I'm

being honest with you,

I wasn't anywhere

near the shop tonight

so, am I free to go?

Not just yet.

Now, you say you were

home in your room.

Is there anyone who

could attest to that?

My mom but, uh, I

doubt she'd remember.

-What are you implying?

-That she has a bad memory.

We might have a problem

here then, Benjamin.

'Cause you want us to just

take your word for it,

and we're not gonna do that.

And I'll give you

another piece of advice.

You can can it with the

sh*t attitude right now.

[indistinct chatter]

Lawyer. Now. Now.

Have it your way.

Ending interview.

Sure as f*ck hope you

know what you're doing.

[soft music playing]

[detective]

f*cking punk.

Be a hard a*s with me.

[chuckles]

[thudding]

[music continues]

M'kay. I wanna say

something like, whatever,

and I don't want you to be

a b*tch about it, okay?

Okay.

I feel like we

don't talk enough.

It's not you, it's me?

-Okay, so I just--

-[scoffs]

Dude. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no.

-I'm trying, really.

-No, no. I know, I know.

Come on. I wanna hear.

How's, um, how's Sammy?

She's fine. I don't know,

we haven't really spent

a lot of time together.

She cool with that?

I guess I'm focusing

on what I'm cool with.

-I vibe with that.

-I vibe with that.

Vibe widdit.

I just feel like I've been

asleep, like, forever.

And I'm awake now...

...but it sort of feels like

I'm just sleepwalking,

like there's nothing

to wake up from.

Jesus. Aren't you just

a big old bowl of sunshine?

-Okay.

-No. You say you've woken up,

-go smell some roses.

-Why are you talking--

No, no, dude,

I'm being completely serious.

Hear me out.

I know these last couple

months have been,

you know, shitty for you,

but, I mean,

you're still chillin'.

Like everything's

okay, so cheer up.

Any, anything else? Cause

I'm, I'm prepared now.

Are you, uh, are

you pregnant again?

No.

Thank God, because

that child was expensive.

You're looking a

little chubby, though.

So, what was that?

-What?

-No. What?

I th-- I thought

you said something.

-No.

-No?

-No.

-That's bizarre.

I was, I, maybe I'm going crazy.

I was so sure

you said something.

-Super weird.

-Yeah, super weird.

-Is that a mongoose?

-Where? Ow. Eric!

f*ck you, dude! Hey!

[techno music playing]

[Benji]

Come here! Come here!

[Eric] Whoo! He's

coming to get me!

[music continues]

-C'mon, move those feet!

-Come here!

-Eric!

-Move those feet!

[answering machine]

Hello. No one is available

to take your call.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

[beeping]

Benjamin, this is

Detective Zelenski.

We've got some follow-ups

from the other night.

Can you give me a call back

at your earliest convenience?

You have my card.

[techno music playing]

So what's up?

Nothing crazy.

-Work okay?

-Yeah.

I'm glad.

-No, there's one thing.

-Yeah?

Someone broke into

the store last week.

-Actually?

-[incredulous] Yeah.

-Did they steal something?

-Yeah. Money from the register.

sh*t.

And there's another thing.

Yeah?

-They think I did it.

-What makes you say that?

They f*cking questioned

me about it.

They accused me point blank.

-What the f*ck?

-What the f*ck?

[chuckles]

[softly] Did you?

Benji, I'm sorry. I

shouldn't have said that.

Nah-ah-ah-ah.

I shouldn't have said that.

Um... it's, it's just, uh...

Just what?

It just feels like, a

little on brand for you,

don't you think?

[female]

So will that be it for you two?

-Yeah, looks that way.

-Okay.

[detective] Starting interview.

It is August 29th,

16:05 in the p.m.

Look who it is,

our friend Benji.

-Thanks for coming back.

-Please,

refer to my client by his name,

which is Benjamin.

I'd also like it stated

for the record

that Benjamin is

volunteering to speak

with you and is not

being held or charged

in any way whatsoever.

It is so stated, Counselor.

Now, Benji, last

time you were here,

you told us that you were

"home" on the night of the 15th.

-Is that correct?

-Yes.

And that you were

with Mom. Is that true?

-Yeah.

-Now, could we talk to her?

Benji isn't on trial here,

and neither is his mother.

I appreciate that,

Counselor, okay,

but trial or not,

a burglary took place

and it's my job to try to paint

a picture of what happened.

Now, if it's okay with you,

I'm just gonna go

ahead and do that.

-Is that all right?

-Next question.

Fine. Have a look at this.

This picture was

taken on the night

that you were supposedly

"home with Mom."

Now, you call me crazy,

but from where I'm sitting,

this mope here on the right,

he looks an awful lot like you.

And this other guy

here, is that, uh,

one of your homeboys

or something?

What, are you scoping out

the shop where you work?

Is that it? Now, Benjamin,

is there something

you wanna say?

About f*cking what, Bigfoot?

This is crazy. In no

way is my client--

How about this photo?

Do you recognize this man?

No.

Are you absolutely sure?

[ears ringing]

Positive.

And this will be Benjamin's

last volunteer appearance

unless he's charged,

which he won't be. Goodbye.

[intense music playing]

I know what you did!

I know what you did!

[loan shark]

Jesus f*cking Christ.

I know what you did.

-You got a f*cking death wish?

-I know what you did.

God help me, you better know

what the f*ck you're doing.

So threatening her

wasn't enough, huh?

That wasn't enough for you,

you had to hit her at work too?

What the f*ck you talking about?

I don't know who the f*ck you

think you are, and I don't care

but if you don't back the f*ck

off, I'm going to the police

with what I know. You

f*cking understand me?

-You got it all f*cking--

-Do you f*cking understand me?

You got it all

f*cking backwards.

-How so?

-She came to me,

-you little f*cking prick.

-You're lying.

Who the f*ck

are you to her, huh,

her son, her f*cking boyfriend?

You don't know who the

f*ck you're in bed with.

Look at you. You're

f*cking pathetic.

She came to me for a loan

she couldn't f*cking

settle up on.

She sent me somewhere to make up

-the difference.

-You're lying.

And because she's a dead

f*cking b*tch walking,

I f*cking felt bad for her.

I'm a compassionate

f*cking person.

I didn't treat her the way

I treat most f*cking people.

You know where you are now?

You know where the f*ck you are?

This is my f*cking domain.

You come here again,

slinging this sh*t

you're slinging,

you better bring a

f*cking g*n with you,

because you ain't going

to no f*cking cops...

...cause I know what you

care about now. Huh?

I'm in here, you stupid f*ck.

Simple. Simple.

Now get the f*ck

outta here. Huh?

[soft tense music playing]

-Benji?

-What's going on?

What the f*ck's going

on because I'm, I'm,

I'm trying, but it's not f*cking

adding up. What's going on?

-What's going on for real?

-I'm sorry.

-For what?

-I know that the police

-questioned you.

-Yeah, and?

-And I'm sorry.

-For what are you sorry for?!

-Is this your fault?

-Yes, Benji. How do you know?

They showed me a

photo of your buddy.

[sighs]

He's not my f*cking buddy.

Like how you're not mine?

Benji. Benji! That guy that

you scared away that day,

he came back and he

wasn't as gentle this time.

He really wanted his money.

What happened?

I told him.

I told him that

the cash register

would be full that night

and I hate myself for it

but I didn't have a choice.

All my money is

going to medical bills,

and I had no idea that

they would think it was you.

I had no idea.

Does Susan know?

Yes, I told her yesterday

the second I found out

that they spoke with you.

She fired me.

I'm sorry. I need to go.

Benji, please don't go. Come on.

You know what's

really f*cked up is

if you would've just t-told me,

I would've covered for you.

I would never ask you

to do that for me.

No, you just would lie and let

everyone think it was me.

Benji, I had no idea.

I was so sure you

were different.

I was so sure.

Different ones always are.

[Laura]

Laura.

[Benji]

What?

[Laura]

My name's Laura.

[soft music playing]

What are you doing here?

I came to pick up my paycheck.

You still get that?

-Benji.

-I don't need another apology.

-I wasn't offering one.

-Oh.

I was just gonna say

I don't expect you

to understand the

position I was in.

Try me. Because I really,

really wanna understand.

I do, but I don't see

how I'm supposed to.

-Benji, I--

-Has the cancer gotten worse?

-Is that it?

-No, nothing like that.

Then what is it?

I'm sorry, Benji. I--

We have nothing left

to say to each other.

[door closing]

[soft music playing]

[cheering and applause]

[soft music continues]

I feel like we could use a

little more of this. Yeah?

-Hey, man, um,

-What you want?

there is a truck full of

seltzer in the parking lot.

They say they need

your help unloading it.

What?

I didn't order any

boxes of seltzer.

I don't know, man. Thank you.

[soft music continues]

[Eric yells]

p*nis!

p*nis!

-Yep. Yeah, yeah.

-Really good.

So my mom just got married.

Yeah.

-f*cking crazy.

-Yeah.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

she's great and all but,

I mean, you've met her.

[both laughing]

Yeah, I'm, I'm

pretty sure he's, uh,

-he's after her for the money.

-Mm-hmm.

Isn't he in for

a nasty surprise.

But, um, I told you, right,

he owns, like, a

construction company, so,

I mean, he makes f*cking bank.

Yeah.

Speak less. You're

hurting my ears.

[sighing]

My community service ends

in a few days.

Isn't that a relief?

Bro, I have no idea

what I'm doing.

I don't understand. I mean,

things will just go back

to the way they were.

Yeah, but what

was that, you know?

What was that?

Life's not groundbreaking

at all. The world's so small.

"Life can only be

understood backwards,

but it must be lived forwards."

That's pretty deep, man.

Is that the "Kierkegoat" guy?

Yessir. Mister Goat. Goatman.

[exhaling hard]

Well, all I know, is that

this is a beautiful

f*cking lake,

and it's a beautiful f*cking day

and I'm with my best

f*cking friend.

And I know exactly what the f*ck

I'm supposed to do

right f*cking now.

Head in the clouds

Then you shake

When it's down

Don't you?

-[Benji] No! No!

-[Eric] sh*t bro!

[music continues]

-[Susan] Surprise. Hi.

-[Benji] Whoa!

[laughing]

-Hi. Hi.

-Whoa.

What's up?

Oh, come on. I know.

-Know what?

-Happy birthday.

Oh, yeah, that. Yeah.

"Oh, yeah, that."

You make it sound

like you forgot.

No, I remember, I just don't

really hype up birthdays.

How'd you know?

It's on the form, sweetie.

-Oh, the form.

-Yeah, you wrote it on the form.

Right.

Why did you open this place?

Mom died of cancer.

It wasn't the cancer that

bothered her so much

as the fact that

she loved her hair.

She had these energetic,

gigantic, bouncy blonde curls,

and I haven't seen

nothing like it then,

nothing like it since.

What happened?

All fell off in chemo,

just like everybody else.

She used to take this one

crappy wig that we got her,

and if she would meet somebody,

she'd just take it

off and say hello.

[laughing]

She felt so naked being bald.

So I'd always been

good with my hands.

I thought I'd try

making her one and...

...turns out I had

a knack for it.

And, uh... I think she really

loved what I made her,

and I think, uh,

I think she really did.

I love what I do

with all my heart.

The only time, uh...

that light falters is...

...when a client doesn't pick up

their wig

because they...

[sad sigh]

You never asked me what I did.

Oh, honey, you know,

I took one look at you and

realized you couldn't have

done anything too horrible.

I mean, you know, we,

we all have our moments,

no need to magnify them.

Speaking of mistakes...

-I, I could see that one coming.

-What?

Were you not about

to talk about the one

and only person who

no longer works here?

[sighing]

That's what I thought.

[sighing]

I wish her nothing but the best.

Susan, she stole from you.

And she lied to you

and she betrayed me and she--

She betrayed both of us.

Maybe you just, you just

can't understand right now.

No, I can understand fine, if--

somebody would, f*cking tell me

what it is that I'm

supposed to understand.

Laura doesn't have

much time left.

We, we have to show sympathy.

Wh-What is that?

What do you mean?

I thought you knew.

Laura has cancer.

No. Yeah, I know,

but it's, it's stable.

Okay, she has been in

stage four for a while now

and now that she's

stopped treatment,

it's only a matter of time.

No, she told me

that she was okay.

I'm sure she did, but,

I mean, just looking at her,

you must've known.

Everyone did.

Well, then why did she

stop her treatment?

It's too expensive.

You know, she owed

more money to the world

than it was giving back.

Oh, sh*t.

Benji, it's okay.

-sh*t.

-It's okay.

I owe her an apology.

I, I'm sure she understood

where you were coming from.

Maybe as, like, a birthday gift,

could I have the rest

of the day off?

-Absolutely.

-Okay.

Hey, Laura. Laura!

Who the f*ck are you?

Who the f*ck are you?

I'm the super for this

building and the man

that's five seconds

from calling the cops

unless you tell me

why you're trespassing.

I'm sorry. Hi. Howdy do there?

I'm a friend of Laura's.

Do you know w-where is she?

I don't know.

[exasperated]

Okay, great.

Look, kid, don't hold me to this

but word is she's

in the hospital.

4E told me she overheard

the EMT say something

about a, a pulmonary

embolism or something,

but, you know,

that could be wrong.

Thank you.

[pensive music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music trails off]

[melancholic music playing]

[music continues]

I wish things were different.

[music continues]

Say "Cheese."

[music continues]

[mouthing silently]

[machinery whirring]

[music continues]

[melancholic music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[door shuts]

[music continues]

[leaves crunching]

[gentle music playing]

[train honking]

[train honking]

Gonna bake

And make your dinner

I'll be your cook

You can bring me

Home the bacon

And chop the wood

Steal my blood

And steal my heart

Whatever it takes

To get you off

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

In my bones and in my soul

Always be in your control

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

Give me that stuff

That feels so pure

Stamp me with your signature

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

We do things a different way

It's up to you

And it's up to me

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

Make the bed

And do your laundry

Tuck the corners in

Read the news

The business section

Tell me how it's been

Steal my blood

And steal my heart

Whatever it takes

To get you off

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

In my bones and in my soul

Always be in your control

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

Give me that stuff

That feels so pure

Stamp me with your signature

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

We do things a different way

It's up to you

And it's up to me

I'm your b*tch!

You're my b*tch!

Boom, boom

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!