Crumb Catcher (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[telegraph beeping]

[film projector whirring]

[woman breathing rapidly]

[cell phone vibrating]

[car door opens and closes]

[footsteps]

[door opens]

Man: How is everybody feeling?

[indistinct]

Here's our bride and groom!

[indistinct voices]

[dance music playing loudly]

[indistinct voices]

Man: So, how did you two meet?

Well, it was

love at first sight.

Yeah, she was, uh...

She was on this bridge,

and it was raining,

and she was on this bicycle--

That's not how it happened.

He just shows up at this

company party out of the blue

like everything was just peachy,

and he was completely

not invited.

-No, I was invited.

-No, you weren't.

I think I was invited.

Anyway, he got plastered.

He started dancing

with all the interns--

Hey, Leila, could you give me

some pauses, more pauses?

Oh, sure. Sorry. It's Leah.

Oh, I'm sorry, Leah.

You can keep going,

but just remember pauses

and look at your husband.

[music playing]

The point of the story

is that, um...

at the end of the night, I was--

You were jealous.

Ha ha ha. I was annoyed.

[laughter]

Dynamite.

Leah, could you turn out a bit?

Mm-hmm. Still looking at him?

Yes, and we want to see...

this neck.

Oh, so you two work together?

Mm-hmm.

Well, nah. She, uh...

She works for me.

Actually, no. Shane is a writer,

and I work for Block Press.

I work in publishing.

Actually, we're

just about to publish

Shane's first novel.

Congrats. Shane.

What's that?

What's your book about?

Just stories from my childhood.

Well, it's more than that.

It's a father-son story.

It's really special.

And we just found out

we're gonna have a preview

in "American Literary Critique."

That's very cool.

Sounds official.

Yeah. You know,

it's a little more

of an industry publication,

but have you heard

of "Undocumented,"

by Santiago Sabasalen?

Yeah, that sounds familiar.

Yeah. No, he's big-time.

Yeah, yeah.

All the ladies love him.

Please stop.

Well, no, baby, it's true.

Santiago's got it.

He's got the sauce--

The point is that he

started in that magazine,

and now he's a "New York

Times" best-seller.

Are you jealous?

Shanerique don't get

jealous, baby girl.

Uh, yes, keep going.

We can use this.

Shane, you are

literally on fire.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Hey, Garry, can I just

cut in for a second?

Oh. Oh, just got

another good candid.

Here. Put this somewhere safe.

Leah: Put it

with the other presents.

It's money. Here.

I wrote down the names

and the amounts

for the thank-you letters.

They really should be out

by the end of next week.

Okay. Thank you.

[inhales]

[footsteps receding]

Remember to thank her

for the wedding.

Woman: Make sure we get

something composed, please.

Garry: Understood.

Woman: Something... calm.

Okay. Understood.

Okay, now we're gonna try

something completely different.

Um... remember, I want serious.

Hey, um... is it all right

if we could just take

a quick break?

Let's just get it over with.

Can I just get a minute,

please? g*dd*mn.

Shane!

[music stops]

[bell tolling]

[groaning softly]

Leah.

Babe.

[door opens]

Leah: Come on.

I want to get on the road.

Sure. Everything all right?

[zipper opening]

[car engine cranking]

[engine starts]

Just give it a minute.

[indistinct voice]

Woman: Did you

give him the card?

Well, did he read it?

How could you f*cking

even ask me that?

All right? I mean,

stop pressuring me.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What?

This f*cking waiter.

Can we go, please?

Well, the car's

still got to warm up.

My god. I just spent

the last half-hour

listening to this guy

tell me about the nuance

of walk-in cooler organization.

Don't ask him any questions,

or he'll literally

never stop talking.

[knock knock]

[window opening]

What year is she?

I'm sorry, man?

What year is the car?

It's a... It's a '78.

Ha ha. Wow.

And she's still running, huh?

Yeah.

Wow. You know,

it's not my favorite.

Yeah, see, they really

had it right in the fifties.

Right, yeah.

Shane, we should probably

hit the road, right?

I'm sure Leah

already talked to you

about the whole mixup

with the cake topper.

I just wanted to come over

and personally apologize

on behalf of Crystal Views.

That's free

of charge, of course.

Uh... thanks. Yeah.

Wait. But, you know,

as I said before,

it's really not

that big of a deal.

We weren't even planning

to keep it in the first place.

It's just I turned by back

for one minute,

and the whole place

just goes kaput.

See, we got this new guy

working for us,

this Latino fella.

He's a real sweetheart of a guy,

but he just doesn't

grasp the understanding

of some of the more basic--

Man: John, you left

the f*cking walk-in open.

What's going on?

John: Well, I'm just

airing it out a little.

I'm sure it's fine now.

You can close it.

This guy...

thinks he's the boss

of everyone.

Middle management.

You know what I mean?

[bird squawking]

[music playing]

Leah: From Uncle Leo.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Castillo,

"I hope you find

this present welcome

"in your future life together.

The light of the Lord

shining down on you both..."

[voice fades]

"I wish you nothing

but the very best."

This is coming from the man

who was groping all my friends

at the wedding.

All right. Let's see here.

Oh, this is a big one.

Oh, my god. Ha ha ha!

Look, Shane. It's a chip'n'dip.

"One of Regal's

tastiest designs.

"The look is truly elegant.

"Crystal-clear beauty

forms a lasting bond

"with functional utility,

sure to help make any party

become a gala occasion."

You always need a chip'n'dip

if you want to get

the party started.

Don't you mean the gala?

If you want to get

the gala started,

you need a f*cking chip'n'dip.

I can't believe I let my mother

talk me into this wedding.

We should have eloped.

What?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9, 10, 11.

What's the clue?

I don't need your help.

[cell phone vibrating]

Wait. What are you doing?

Got to take a piss.

[engine revs]

Man's voice: Hey, Shane, amigo.

It's your father.

I'm just calling.

Look, I have the...

How do you say?

The cylinder for the car.

We can fix it up,

and I could come to the city,

go out to a nice restaurant.

But I'll be better, okay?

And, uh... listen,

congratulations on the wedding.

It's okay. No bad feelings.

You know, I'm really happy

for you and...

[voice fades]

[cell phone vibrates]

"We need to talk

about last night."

Okay, we have to go in

through the basement.

Jesus, look at all these

f*cking e-mails.

Should be a key over here.

It's just right under there.

[cell phone vibrating]

Leah: Oh, I swear to God.

If this is about work,

I'm gonna...

Hello. Hi.

Yeah, we just got here. Uh-huh.

What? Wait. I can't hear you.

Caroline? Oh, hi. Yeah.

What about the bedroom?

Yeah. Are you kidding me?

No, this house,

it's unbelievable,

perfect for a honeymoon.

[voice fades]

Leah: Yeah, yeah.

No, no, I totally agree.

[indistinct]

Hey, you.

Hey.

So, we got the interview.

You okay?

Yeah. I, uh...

I just feel like a piece

of sh*t, you know.

What? Why? What's the matter?

I don't know. I just...

I feel like we're about to put

my dad's sh*t out into

the world, you know.

Well, like, I...

I don't know. I just...

We're just, like,

too embarrassed

to invite him to our

own wedding, and...

No, it's not that we

were embarrassed.

It would have been

too stressful.

I mean, we talked

about that, right?

Yeah, right.

Hey, you want to make a plan

and get everyone together soon?

No, that's... that's not what...

That's not what I'm saying.

Look, I don't want

to publish a book.

Hey.

Look at me.

You wrote something

honest about yourself,

and you should be

so proud of that.

You're nervous.

You know, you've been

working on this thing

for five years,

and now it's finally

gonna come out.

That's so much pressure.

But, hey, hey.

Don't worry.

Everybody loves the book.

That's not what this is about.

Are you even listening to me?

I mean, do you understand

that we signed a contract,

we made a commitment?

So, let's get out of it.

Are you serious?

Okay. What about the advance?

Will we just pay that back?

What, all f*cking $5,000 of it?

Do you understand the position

that we're in right now, Shane?

I mean, the executive editor

literally opened her home to us,

and she's getting us

all this press,

and you just want to...

I mean, I understand

that you're having

feelings about this,

and that is normal,

and that is okay.

But this... this is not

the way forward.

Okay.

Okay what?

Just a normal okay. Like, okay.

[door rattling]

[door opens]

I got it!

[door closes]

[typing] "I really appreciate...

this opportunity to..."

"Thank you for..."

[door creaks]

[door slams]

[Leah gasps]

Shane?

[hip-hop music playing loudly]

[loud crash]

Shane: Word on the street is

you got wifed up

by some new cat.

I see he's able to give you

that five-car garage

you always wanted.

Let me ask you something, baby.

Does he fly you and your friends

out to Puerto Rico?

I don't care about all that.

Oh, you don't care

about all that.

So, what do you care about?

That's none of your business.

Why are you so tense, mama?

[chuckles softly]

Should we toast?

To what?

To you and your husband.

May he know just how truly

fortunate he is

to have this bad little queen

by his side.

We can have some real--

You know how to open this thing?

Yeah.

[loud pop]

Oh! Oh, sh*t. Oh, f*ck.

I have to clean that up.

Sorry, sweetie.

A little bit of a mess

ain't gonna hurt nobody.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my god.

Hmm. Mmm.

So, where's

this m*therf*cker at?

Um... I don't know, man.

He ran out on me.

No word?

sh*t. Hush now.

Let Shanerique ease the pain.

Not another word, honey. Hush.

No, no. Stop.

I said hush.

I shouldn't.

Baby, listen,

your body's talking.

[Leah chuckles]

Where are you going, sweetie?

To the bedroom.

Oh, yeah? What happens in there?

That's for my husband

to find out.

Leah: Where do they

find this sh*t?

Oh, g*dd*mn it.

This thing is

so f*cking annoying.

Do you need any help in there?

No. Go away.

Okay. You can come in now.

What you got under there?

[laughs softly]

It looks so stupid.

Can I, uh... can I take a look?

No, no, no, no, no.

Let me see. Let me see.

Wait. Close the curtain.

[laughs softly]

What are you laughing at?

[laughs softly]

Take your shirt off.

Let me see.

Happy?

Well, your husband

is one lucky man.

Stop talking.

[muttering softly]

[cell phone vibrating]

[types]

[chair slides loudly]

"Violet Liquor."

[cell phone vibrating]

Shane?

There's a car in the driveway.

What do you mean?

That there's a car

in the driveway.

I don't see anything.

You sure you saw something?

Yes. I saw f*cking headlights.

Where are you going?

There's got to be

a light out there.

[door closes]

[loud knock on door

and Leah gasps]

What do we do?

I don't know. Answer it?

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, hey, guys! John.

John Spinelli

from Crystal Views.

We've located the cake.

Turns out it was all

just a big misunderstanding.

You see, I had

explained to Mateo,

I explained to the man

the protocol,

that you put the cake

in the freezer on the top shelf.

Poor b*stard put it

in the fridge.

How did you get the address?

Uh... the what?

The address.

Oh, uh, Uncle Leo

signed us up

on the Facebook page.

Listen, we should probably

pop this baby into the freezer,

you know, to preserve

the integrity of the cake.

So...

I can't even tell you

how relieved I was

when I saw that cake just

sitting on that shelf there.

It was like a vision.

Uh... Shane, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Got a little something

for you, too, my man.

It fell off the truck,

if you know what I mean.

Um... thanks.

Oh, my pleasure, Shane.

Listen, pal.

You don't happen

to have a lavatory

I could borrow, do you?

I've been holding it in

quite a while,

these long, winding roads,

you know, plenty.

Shane: Um...

Yeah, yeah. It's to the right.

Ah, God bless you, pal.

Ha ha ha.

No, no. To the right.

John: Ah.

[door opens]

[door closes]

That guy's weird, right?

Yeah, no sh*t.

This guy's on the spectrum

or something, right?

I mean, who just shows up

at someone's house

at 9:00 at night?

Is that not just weird?

[John clears throat]

[urinating]

What was that sh*t

about Uncle Leo

inviting "us"

to the Facebook page?

Who's "us"?

Maybe he's just gonna

take a quick piss, okay,

and then he's just gonna leave.

[toilet flushes]

Uncle Leo.

What a f*cking jackass.

Ah.

Wow.

Boy, oh, boy. This...

this house is really...

architectural.

Oh, wow. Now, look at that.

Look at that.

That is interesting.

Wow.

Look at this.

Now, that is interesting. Huh.

Tell me something--

is this piece

from the, uh...

impressionists era?

Leah: Expressionists.

That's an abstract

expressionist painting.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yeah. No, that, uh...

that makes sense.

Hmm. You know, I once worked

an event at the Met.

It was very exclusive,

very V.I.P.

I mean, the bar

was literally stationed

right in front of the Von Gogh.

I mean, can you believe that?

I mean, that thing

is worth a fortune.

I'm just standing there

like this.

You know, but I'll

tell you something.

To people like that,

money is no object.

Yeah, if you're

positioned correctly,

the arts can be

extremely lucrative.

Leah: Right. Well, John,

thank you so much

for coming by--

No, hey, listen, Leah.

I'm just happy everything

was squared away with the cake.

Speaking of which,

Shane-O, what do you say

we crack open that bottle, huh?

Just the boys. Come on.

Well, John, um...

you know, John,

as much as I would love to,

I really shouldn't.

Oh, come on, pal. I assure you

it's a much finer bottle

than that garbage

you were swilling down

last night.

You know, it's aged

in some of the finest oak

Tennessee has to offer.

Come on. What do you say?

Let's have a taste.

Um... I'm just trying

to take it easy.

That's all.

I had a lot to drink

last night, and...

Ah, well, of course.

But, uh, yeah, I wouldn't

beat yourself up over it.

I mean, weddings can be

a lot of stress on a couple.

I see it all the time.

Yeah. John, again, thank you

so much for stopping by.

Shane and I--

Actually-- Sorry.

[clears throat]

Could I have a glass

of water, please?

Sure. Yeah. You sure

I can't get you anything else?

Maybe a sandwich?

No. I ate earlier, but that's

very sweet of you to offer.

Okay.

Leah: Oh, please,

don't touch that.

Oh. Sorry. Sorry. My bad.

You caught me. It's just...

such a beautiful

piece, you know.

It really just sucks you in,

doesn't it? Ha.

Ah. Agua. Thank you. Cheers.

[clears throat]

Yeah. No, I bet

you could just...

sit here all day.

Just take that in, huh?

Mmm. That's something.

[clears throat]

So, you know, Shane, I had--

Oh, sorry, Leah. Sorry.

So sorry.

I had a chance to read

that little excerpt

that you had printed in that

article in that magazine.

Okay. Cool.

Yeah, and I thought

it was very, uh... very trendy.

And I don't mean that

in a negative way.

What do you mean?

Well, just that...

No. Wait. What do you mean?

What do you mean "trendy"?

Oh, well, just that it was

very "of the times," you know.

It's what people are

talking about nowadays.

Yeah, I thought it was

very, uh...

very authentic.

Authentic? Wow.

You know, and I don't mean that

in any disrespectful way.

No. Look. Hey. No.

My father was the son

of an immigrant, too.

It's true. New York City

police officers actually.

Yeah, well, they both were,

real, uh... real tough guys.

You know, it's funny.

I remember my grandfather,

he had these hands, right?

He had these massive mitts,

and he would sit me on his lap--

John, you know, it is

getting quite late.

So, I think it's time

for you to go.

Oh, dear. No. Look. Please.

I am so sorry about the hour.

It's just I thought, you know,

resolving everything tonight

with the cake would just

help everybody sleep

just a little bit cozier,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah, except for the fact

that I told you this morning

I never wanted the cake

in the first place.

So, maybe you should

have listened.

Right, right, right, right.

Yeah, man, it's like

she just said, you know,

it's just really late, is all.

But, look, I really do...

Here. I really do appreciate it.

Ha ha.

[gulping]

Ah...

You know, I'm not just a waiter.

Not that there's anything wrong

with being a waiter,

but that's not all that I am.

I'm actually, uh... something

of an artist myself.

I'm an inventor

and an entrepreneur

with a groundbreaking product.

People are just

going wild for it.

All right, that's

really cool, man.

It's more than just cool, man.

I mean it. This thing

will knock your socks off.

This product I am working on

is about to revolutionize

the dining experience.

I bet you two would get

a real kick out of it.

Hey. You know what?

Why don't I stop

jabbering about it

and just show you

the damn thing? Ha ha!

No, no, no, no.

It's not a good time.

Oh, it won't take two minutes.

[door slams]

What the f*ck?

All right, I'll...

I'll take care of it.

Shane: Yo, John, let me

talk to you for a second.

I think you're really

gonna love this, pal,

a guy like you,

a house like this.

Ha. Very exciting news, baby.

See, I was talking

with Shane and his wife.

Did you talk to them?

Did you get the f*cking money?

Can we just not worry

about that right now, please?

The point is, they both

seemed real interested

in our little project.

He didn't exactly mind

that bottle either.

Look, John, you're gonna

need to leave now.

No, no, no.

We are not doing this.

You understand me?

Rose. Rose, can you just

calm down here, please?

Rose?

John: Back on track, baby.

Now, Shane, would you mind

just putting your hand here

on the bottom...

the bottom rung, please?

John. John, get down from there

right now! Get down!

I am not responding

to that tone.

Hey, look, look. I don't know

exactly what's going on here,

but you two need

to leave right now.

You remember me from last night?

The bartender, at your wedding.

What are you talking about?

Remember me? Remember this face?

Here, Rose. We are not talking

about any of that

nastiness any more, okay?

Hey, Rose, we are not talking

about any of that, okay?

We are running a clean operation

from here on out.

Now, listen here, Shane.

Here's the deal.

25,000!

Would you let me take

the reins on this thing?

Well, we've got this little

dog-and-pony show

we're gonna show you.

I think you're gonna love it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

No, no, no, no.

Look, look, look.

You two are leaving

right now, okay?

So, that's it. That's it.

No, no, no. That's it.

Have a good night.

Where the f*ck are you going?

But, Shane! Come on, Shane!

Be reasonable! Shane!

Come back, Shane!

What the f*ck, man?

Jesus Christ!

[cell phone vibrates]

[Rose moaning and gagging]

[Shane groaning]

Leah: What the f*ck is going on?

What happened?

Who the hell is that woman?

And why did he

take off his pants?

Yeah. I don't know.

Well, what the f*ck

did they say to you?

Well, John and I, we were

outside talking, and he just...

he seemed really excited

to show me this thing.

Why are you acting so weird?

John: Knock, knock.

Anybody home?

Hey, man, look.

I was just telling Leah...

So, Shane, is it cool

if we set up in here?

I absolutely love this space!

Leah: Set up?

For the presentation.

What are you doing?

Didn't I tell you?

Didn't I tell you?

Look at this place. It's money.

No, no, no. Um, no. I don't know

if Shane made this clear to you,

but we are going to bed now.

But, Shane, I thought--

Well, John, it's just, you know,

um... uh...

Well, this is not

gonna take very long.

Isn't that right, John?

Not at all, no.

Rosie, why don't we use

this space as a backstage?

Wait a minute.

Who the hell is this?

John: Oh, this is my wife.

Rose.

Shane: The bartender

at the wedding.

Leah: Right. Okay. Hold on.

Let me just get this

straight, okay?

So, the two of you came up here

to give us

our missing wedding cake.

And now you want to show us

this thing you've

been working on.

It's an invention.

Right. And, Shane, you think

this is a good idea?

Um... um... well, you know,

they just came

all the way up here,

and, you know, I...

John: Look, Leah,

we're gonna make this

as painless as possible.

I promise. I promise.

Now, can I offer you two

any refreshments?

Beer, wine, sangria?

Leah: Shane, can I talk

to you in here, please?

Now.

Sure. John, why don't you set up

in that corner over there and

just do your thing, all right?

Thanks, pal. Tck.

Leah: What the f*ck

is going on out there?

Why are you letting these guys

walk right over you?

I don't know.

I just don't want to be

a complete as*h*le to this dude.

What? Are you kidding me?

I mean, he did bring us

the cake, and he--

I never wanted the f*cking cake!

How are you so blind

to this guy?

This whole thing is

obviously just a ploy

to get us to watch

his f*cking presentation.

Ah... All right.

Then maybe it is.

But aren't you at least

a little curious?

Look, if you want

this f*cking guy gone,

then we'll just give him

his 15 minutes,

let him do his little thing,

and then he'll be... leaving.

Really? Well, if that's

the way you feel,

then I have a vacuum cleaner,

an engraved Bible,

and a timeshare you

might be interested in.

John: f*ck you! I am doing this

for you and your damn kid!

Rose: Don't you dare

bring him into this.

John: You think lying about it

is gonna help anything?

What Benjamin needs

is not waking up

in the g*dd*mn station wagon!

Rose: Yeah? Whose fault is that?

John: Can we not play

the blame game here, all right?

[door creaks]

John: Look, baby, I'm just

asking you for this one thing.

Rose: Well, I'm not putting on

a f*cking dress.

John: Look, if we're gonna pitch

the hell out of this thing,

I'm gonna need 110% from you.

Rose: You can keep my 110%.

John: Just get

in the g*dd*mn bathroom!

John! Uh! John!

John, open this f*cking door!

Let me out!

Uh! Uh...

[gasps]

[soft knock]

Oh, hey, guys. I thought

I saw you in there.

We're just getting

all set up out here.

Be ready in a second.

Sure I can't offer you two

any refreshments

before we get started?

Beer, wine, whiskey?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's go have a whiskey, man.

I would love one.

A whiskey it is.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Any chance any of these

overheads can be on a dimmer?

Now I want you two

to take a journey together...

a journey into the future...

one year from now...

[blows]

to your one-year anniversary.

It's a very special night.

And to make that night

really extra-special,

what are you two gonna need?

Sensational reservations

at a five-star restaurant!

Now, naturally, the food

is going to be sensational.

For the lady,

we offer the figure-friendly

fillet of sole oreganata.

And for the gentlemen,

the queen's cut prime rib

cooked only one way,

medium rare.

Bon appetit.

Now, do you think that juicy

hunk of USDA Prime is enough

to ensure you two are gonna have

a splendid evening?

No. Not on your life.

Everything has to

work together--

the candlelight, the music,

the food, the wine,

all coming together

in perfect harmony

to put you two in the mood.

"For what?" you might ask.

That's the reason

we're all here.

Pom pa-pa pa

"The Conversation."

Now... some people would argue

that you come to a restaurant

for the food;

others for what comes after,

a little bingo-bongo

up the Congo.

[knocks softly on table]

But I maintain...

that the real reason

is for the conversation.

And what is it that pulls us

out of that conversation?

Huh?

Um... the waiter?

Yes! Exactly.

Absolutely correct.

Sometimes, we get in the way.

We get in the way

of that conversation.

And once I figured

that out, Lisa,

I knew I had to do something,

I knew I had to find

the solution.

Are you finished with your meal?

Leah: Uh... yes. Yes.

It was delicious.

How was yours, Shane?

Was the steak juicy?

Hmm?

Yeah. It was good.

John: Perfect.

[clears throat]

[footsteps]

So, now you've wined,

and you've dined,

and thanks to your pal, John,

you've had your anniversary

cake, too.

But is that enough to ensure

you two are gonna have

an unforgettable evening?

No, not by the length

of a White Owl cigar.

Ha ha!

There is still so much

left to talk about,

so much celebration to be had.

Who knows?

Maybe a certain someone

has big news--

another member

of the family coming along.

But what is getting in the way

of that celebration, hmm?

What is putting the kibosh

on the chitcha?

Crumbs!

Now, I don't know about you,

but if there's one thing that

ruins a conversation for me,

it's a mess.

And on the table between you two

is exactly that.

So, what do you do?

Let's all just...

let's close our eyes,

and let's just imagine what we--

Rose, the lights.

What are you doing?

Just give us a second.

Close our eyes and imagine...

He's got a g*n.

What?

A g*n.

John: Don't embarrass us again.

Ha ha ha. Sorry about that.

A little technical issue.

So, where were we?

Um... Oh, no. Right. Yes.

How to imagine

the perfect solution.

So, let's do that, shall we?

Shall we just close our eyes

and imagine

the perfect solution?

Okay, roll down those curtains.

No peeking. Ha.

[silverware rattling]

[blows]

[footsteps receding]

John: You stand.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present the Crumb Catcher?

It's a conversation piece.

You see--

[piano plays harshly]

There's no... there's no need

for that pesky waiter

to keep interrupting

your conversation.

You can just sweep

all those crumbs

up in there yourself. Ha ha ha!

So, who wants to try first?

Yeah, I'll try it.

That a boy, Shane-O. Go ahead.

Sweep all those crumbs

up in there.

Yeah. Ha ha ha.

Sweep them on up there.

Yeah. Yeah.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Yeah.

That's it.

So?

It's... it's nice.

Don't hog it now.

Let Leah have at it, too.

Go ahead, Leah.

Give it a try.

Really get the full experience.

Go ahead, Shane. Give it to her.

That's it. Let her have it.

Go ahead. Give it to her, Shane.

Let her have

the full experience.

Go ahead. Just sweep them

on up in there.

That's a girl. Sweep them in.

So?

What do you think?

I mean, I think it's great.

It's really something.

Leah...

is it the design

you're having issues with

or... or is it

the functionality?

No, no, no. I mean...

No, I think it's great.

You're not just saying that?

You're being honest with me?

Because, I mean,

I can take criticism.

I take pride in that.

So, come on, Leah.

Give it to me straight.

I could really use the female

perspective on this thing.

Yo, John, give me

some more whiskey, man.

Certainly, Shane, but I think

it's important to get

to the bottom of the issue

Leah seems to be having.

Come on now, Leah.

Speak your piece.

Leah: Well, I guess I...

I guess I don't understand

why the customer

would want to sweep up

their own crumbs.

Hmm...

Right.

Right, right, right,

right, right, right.

Ha ha ha. You see... Lena,

that's kind of the whole point.

I mean, who else is gonna

clean it up, right?

I mean, you wouldn't

want that waiter

to keep interrupting you.

Remember, you're having

a wonderful--

John, can I speak

with you, please?

Let's try something different.

Let's have a conversation.

It's a conversation piece.

Shane...

let's start with you.

Speak with your wife.

Go ahead. Tell her--

Tell her what's on your mind,

anything at all.

The point is to communicate

with the woman you love.

Rose: John--

In a minute, Rose!

Go ahead.

Tell her what's in your heart.

Go ahead.

Um...

That's it.

Uh...

I, um...

Thank you so much

for bringing me

to this wonderful

restaurant, Shane.

This has been such

a special night.

I feel so happy right now.

Uh-huh.

[sighs heavily]

Shane: I, um...

I'm... I'm... I'm happy, too.

And you're welcome.

Rose: Why don't we give them

a minute alone

and let them finish

their conversation?

John.

Leah, sure we can't

offer you anything else?

A splash of Chardonnay perhaps?

No. I'm fine.

Okay. Well, you just let us know

if you change your mind.

[John chuckles]

John: Would it k*ll you

to support me?

Rose: I do support you.

John: Well, you've got

a funny way of showing it.

Rose: Well, you look

like an idiot.

John: What are you

talking about?

It's going great in there.

Rose: Are you out of your mind?

Clearly it's not going great.

Rose, would you just stop?

See, this is your problem.

You only focus on the negative.

On a scale from one to ten,

how interested are you

in financing our project?

Ten means your interested.

One means you're not.

It's a scale.

John: What Rosie means to say

is that we would love

to show you our business plan.

The first point of attack

is to create demand,

and to do that,

we're gonna install these babies

in all the high-end restaurants,

you know, real five-star

establishments.

Yeah, and I'm thinking

we're gonna need

about $50,000 to get started.

I know that number Rosie just

spit out may sound like a lot,

and it is, but, you know,

you need to understand

a thing or two about

the manufacturing business.

Rose: And just

to be clear, we're working

on a really tight deadline

here, right, John?

No, this is true.

You see, the manufacturing

business,

or the company we plan to use

is very high-end

and very much in demand.

So, they're gonna need our order

in by the end of next week

in order to secure

our spot for the fall.

Yeah, great.

So, then, why don't you

just let us look over all this,

and then we're gonna

get right back to you.

All right?

John: Oh, fantastic.

The number on the back

will put you in touch

with my secretary.

And just to keep things moving

along, we'll take a check.

Whoa, Rosie. What's the hurry?

Come on. What,

is tomorrow a holiday?

Speaking of tomorrow,

it's getting late.

So, we should probably

wrap this up.

But Shane and I are

both really excited

about the opportunity.

And so are we, Elaine.

Just over the moon

with excitement.

Rose: Do I look stupid to you?

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

My apology.

Don't mind Rosie here.

She just came off a really

long, hard shaft-- shift.

Shift. Ha ha.

Yeah, and I'm thinking

that I should tell her about it.

John: No, no, Rose.

Why bore them with the details?

We'll just be on our way.

All right?

Help me out with this,

and we'll be out that door.

Just get all these materials

packed up, shall we?

[door slams]

That guy just brought a g*n

into our house

and threatened us!

Leah, people carry g*ns

all the time.

It's not that big of a deal.

Not that big of a deal?

Why are you excusing

everything that they do?

I don't know.

Maybe because he's,

like, on the spectrum,

like you said before,

and he just doesn't know

what the f*ck he's doing.

No, he knows exactly

what he's doing.

Jesus Christ,

why aren't they leaving?

Shane: They're probably

just warming up the car.

Not everybody needs

to warm up the car, Shane.

Hey, can we just relax, please?

There's no point

in being angry, okay?

They're gone.

Except for the fact

that they're not gone

because they're still

in the f*cking driveway.

If they're not gone

in 30 seconds,

I'm calling the police.

Where are you going?

Don't leave me here.

I'll be right back.

[door slams]

[thunder rumbling]

[Leah sighs]

[whispering] "You need to leave

if this is gonna work."

"I will take care of you.

Just need more time."

Leah: Oh, thank God.

They're leaving.

[sighs]

[soundtrack music playing]

[door opens]

You want a drink?

How are you so easy

about all of this?

I'm not easy about any of it.

I'm just exhausted.

Shane, that guy, he thinks

we're gonna bankroll

his whole ridiculous...

whatever the f*ck

this thing was.

Did you look at this sh*t?

"The death of the middle class

"is a disgrace

to this great nation,

"a nation of

working-class heroes.

"We will bring

the fight to the table.

Pick up the brush and take

matters into your own hands."

Shane, he's insane.

We have to call the police.

Look, Leah...

it's been a really long night.

All right? Can we just give

this sh*t a rest for now,

and we'll talk about it

tomorrow morning?

Shane, they could come

back here at any second!

If you don't call

the police right now,

then I will.

What are you doing?

Looking up the number

for the county sheriff's office.

Baby.

Baby, come here. Come here.

Baby, come on.

Can you stop?

What?

Why are you downplaying

all of this?

I'm not downplaying sh*t.

I just don't know what you

expect to happen right now.

Like, what? You gonna

call Sheriff Bill Bob

and tell him that some weirdo

with a sweeping machine came

and brought us our wedding cake

and a nice bottle of whiskey?

Come on.

Look, I know this is

all my fault, all right?

And I should never have let

those people inside the house.

And I'm sorry.

What am I supposed

to do with that?

I don't know.

I'm just saying that I'm sorry.

[cell phone thuds loudly]

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

[brushing sounds]

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Then can you stop?

[sighs]

So, um, what do you

want to do tomorrow?

[laughs softly]

I am so sick of this sh*t.

When do I get a choice

in any of this?

[toothbrush rattling

and water running]

Mmm. Actually...

[spits]

No, I do have a choice.

I can either choose

to get angry,

or I can choose to not care.

But at the end of the day,

I'm still cleaning up

your f*cking mess.

That's not true.

No? You ever thank

my mother for the wedding?

Exactly.

I'll text them tomorrow.

Huh.

How do you think

it makes me feel

to have to clean up for you

in every aspect of our lives?

It's so exhausting.

Look, Leah...

I'm gonna thank your parents

for the wedding, all right?

I'm gonna give them a call

first thing tomorrow morning.

Wow. A phone call.

That's really big of you, Shane.

What do you want from me?

I want you to give a sh*t

about anything, Shane!

We've been working

on this book for five years,

and suddenly, just

without a second thought...

All right! All right!

Enough about the f*cking book!

No, no, no, Shane.

I want to talk about this.

Why? It has nothing

to do with you.

Nothing to do--

What are you talking

about, Shane?

Shane, we're married!

We're f*cking partners!

That book has just

as much to do with me

as it does with you.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

What part of that book

has anything to do with you?

Do you have any idea

how this would make me

look at work, Shane?

I would look like

a complete f*cking idiot.

I fought for you since day one,

and now, like, we're having

the littlest bit of success,

and you're just gonna pull out?

Right, because

all they care about

is success and the interview

and the f*cking write-up

and just all that bullshit.

Yes, because that is

literally my f*cking job,

and I happen to be

very good at it, Shane.

So, if you don't mind,

why don't you

get the f*ck out of my way?

All right, I'll f*cking get out.

[bottle rattles]

[sighs]

[car door closes]

Leah: Can we please finish

talking about this?

Can you get out, please?

Shane, I'm not

just gonna sit here

and watch you destroy

everything that we've built.

I don't want

any of it, all right?

It's all bullshit.

It's all fake.

What is? What are you

talking about?

Just everything, everyone.

You think anybody in

your little f*cking book club

actually gives a f*ck about me?

Yes, Shane, of course they do.

Everybody loves the book.

Would you stop saying that?

They don't love the book.

They love looking down

on my father

like he's some f*cking specimen.

Stop being so paranoid, Shane.

Nobody feels that way, okay?

Then why didn't you

invite him to the wedding?

[footsteps approaching]

Shane--

What do you want?

You want me to write you

another f*cking book

or something,

or could I go get drunk now?

Go away, Leah! Get the f*ck out!

Okay.

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

Hey. How's it going in there?

Great.

Good. Good.

So, then, uh...

you two enjoyed it?

The presentation, I mean.

Yeah.

Of course you did. You know,

it really is an incredible

opportunity.

An idea like this doesn't

come around very often.

I can assure you of that.

So, listen, pal,

there's been a little bit...

We're gonna cut you

in on this thing.

I promise you that.

But there's been a little bit

of a change in direction,

a little change in plan.

You see, after

speaking with Rosie,

she feels that we might need

some form of, um...

collateral first,

you know, just to

establish some trust

before we all become

official business partners.

Um, that all sounds

really great, all right,

but right now is not

a good time for all this.

Well, the thing is

we're gonna need

a little something

tonight, some cash.

All right. Well, I don't have

anything to give you.

Oh, come on, Shane.

Be reasonable.

I mean, a star like you,

a house like this,

you've got to have

something lying around.

This is not my f*cking house!

I don't know who you think I am,

but I'm not rich, okay?

Well... Wait. Um...

This is not your house?

No, it's not.

Irregardless, we are gonna need

something tonight, you know,

or she's gonna hit "send,"

and I don't want it

to have to come to that.

I mean, this woman is crazy.

You know what they're like.

Yeah. Look, John, um...

if you want this to work, right,

between you and me, man to man--

Sure.

Then you're gonna

have to give me

a little bit more time, all

right, because I can't just--

Shane, Shane, Shane,

say no more.

I completely understand

where you're coming from.

[Exhales] All right. Thank you.

Okay. It's not

a problem whatsoever.

So, I'll give you,

like, say, 10 minutes.

Meet me down at the end

of the driveway.

We are gonna

make this right, pal.

[footsteps receding]

[door closes]

John: I see.

So, are we just supposed to rush

in there with our horns out?

Rose: Clearly, going in

with all smiles isn't working.

You'd better man the f*ck up,

or I will!

Rose, I have conveyed

the message--

What the f*ck is that?

Oh, my God. Shane...

very, very good thinking.

Babe, this is

an original painting

from the abstract

imperialist era.

What are we running,

a f*cking art gallery?

Would you just--

Shane, why don't you

tell her about the piece?

Go ahead.

Um...

Well, it... it's, um...

it's a painting,

uh... by, um...

Santiago Sabasalen.

Yeah, he's this famous

Peruvian painter.

You guys must have heard of him.

No.

Well, no, the name

does sound a bit familiar.

No, it doesn't.

Well, I mean, everybody

is talking about him.

He's, um... He's, uh...

He's very trendy.

Actually, Leah and I,

we were introduced to him

because of her boss,

the lady that owns the house.

She was doing business

in... in South America

at this gala.

Oh, wow. Gala. Very impressive.

Yeah. No, it is, man.

I mean, you should have seen

the hotel we were staying at.

Everything was comped.

Yeah. Oh, dude, there was

palm trees and parrots,

and it was paradise, man.

It was so nice.

But look, look.

That's not important, all right?

What is important is that

this painting right here

is worth a lot of bread.

You're sitting on 10

to 15K easy.

Oh, my god, Shane.

I just got

the most amazing idea.

Why don't we tag in

Leah's aunt... or boss?

A hotshot like that

would love the Crumb Catcher.

What did you say

her name was again?

No. No!

Oh, come on, Shane.

Be a team player.

Invite her to the next

business meeting.

Business meeting?

No, no. Look, look.

This is it. All right?

This is all that you're getting.

Just... just take

the f*cking thing!

Oh, wait. Whoa. Shane, Shane.

I mean, it's a pretty

painting and all,

but, I mean, this

can't be everything.

I mean, we've got a lot

of work ahead of us.

Okay, fine, fine.

You don't want this sh*t,

then fine. Just...

Shane, Shane-O,

I think maybe

we're not communicating.

We love the painting, okay?

But this would just be

to establish some form of trust

before we all focus

our attention

on the Crumb Catcher

and become official

business partners.

Are you out

of your f*cking mind?

We're not business partners!

You are extorting me.

And you know what, man?

Nobody wants that piece of sh*t

f*cking Crumb Catcher

in the first place.

Believe me when I say this--

the only reason why anybody

would ever give you

a second thought

is because your wife blew them.

Okay? So, why don't you

pack up your sh*t,

go grab your b*tch,

and you get the f*ck

out of here!

[groans]

[thudding]

Huh?

[thudding]

Hey.

Hey.

If you don't want

to publish the book...

that's fine with me.

Okay?

[slurping sounds]

[Shane groaning]

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Ha.

Understatement

of the f*cking year.

[exhales deeply]

I can't believe I m--

[door opens]

I'm gonna need $10,000,

or this video spreads

through your wedding party

like a f*cking virus.

So, we're gonna take care

of this right now.

There's a bank down the road

that opens at 9:00.

No.

Excuse me?

No, we're not

giving you any money.

Are you f*cking with me?

Leah: No.

Your Uncle Leo invited us

to the Facebook page.

Ha.

Last chance.

Don't you realize that what

you're engaged in right now

is blackmail, which is a felony,

like, a multi-year sentence,

orange jumpsuits?

Get the picture?

$5,000.

$5,000? I thought it was 10.

5,000! That's it!

$5,000, and that's it?

No more visits from the bozo?

No, this is it.

Okay. Are you gonna

agree to that?

Hmm? Hello.

I want to hear you say it.

John?

All right! I'll agree to it!

Only I am taking

the painting, too.

Leah: The painting?

John: The Santiago Sabasalen.

The what?

Come on.

Just give us some money.

-Go get the envelope.

-Wait a second.

We're talking about

the painting here.

What's going on with

the painting, Rose? Come on!

Okay, we're giving you

1,200 in cash tonight.

I'll give you the rest tomorrow.

But you're gonna delete

that video right now,

and you're not getting

any f*cking paintings.

I want the painting!

Hey, come on.

Just give us the money.

What is the matter with you?

The red envelope

from my parents.

I gave it to you last night.

It's in your jacket.

It's gone.

What?

When I woke up, it was empty.

Oh, I see. Ha ha.

You wouldn't happen to know

anything about this, would you?

No.

What is she talking about?

What envelope? Red envelope?

A few more details--

Shut the f*ck up!

[slam]

Leah: You've been paid.

Wait a minute.

Hold on here a second.

What are you talking

about, a ring? Oh, boy!

Aah!

That little b*tch.

Give me that f*cking phone.

Ow! My f*cking nail!

Hey, Miss Princess! Elaine!

Look what I got here.

Something the whole family

can enjoy.

g*dd*mn it, Rosie,

what's the password?

[spraying]

g*dd*mn it!

Aah! Aah! Get off me!

God! f*cking b*tch!

Aah! g*dd*mn it!

Get off me!

[loud thud]

Shane: f*ck.

[Shane breathing heavily]

Leah.

Rose: f*ck, John.

What did you do to her?

Hey, baby. Hey, get up.

Rose: What the f*ck

did you do to her?

You f*cking hurt her!

f*cking as*h*le!

Leah: Get off me.

Shane: Let me help you.

Here. I got you. Let me see.

I'm gonna get us some help.

No, no, no!

No one's calling anyone!

[groaning softly]

[Rose speaking indistinctly]

Aah!

Shane: Aah! f*ck!

Rose: John! John!

Leah, baby, come on.

I'm gonna get you up, okay?

Okay, baby. I got you.

Get off of me. Uh!

I'm gonna get you

some help, baby.

You did this to me!

Leah, I'm sorry.

Leah... I'm sorry.

[groaning]

[John and Rosie

arguing indistinctly]

My eyes are burning,

you f*cking b*tch!

John! John!

All right! All right! I got it!

Hey, call an ambulance!

Rose: No, no, no!

No one's calling anyone!

[indistinct]

Shane: Can we just relax

for a second?

She started it.

God, my f*cking eyes!

[Rose shouting indistinctly]

John: Calm down, Rose!

We're not going anywhere!

I said sit the f*ck down,

little lady!

Hey, hey, hey! Yo!

Put that sh*t away!

f*cking relax!

Just sit her down

and keep her talking.

Shane: All right.

That's a good idea.

Yeah, I know it is

because I said it.

Hey. Hey.

Rose: You f*cking idiot!

Put the g*n away.

Look what you did.

What I did? What I did?

What about what you did? Huh?

How much was in

that g*dd*mn envelope?

How are you feeling?

[John and Rose

arguing indistinctly]

We need to get out of here.

John: How much is it?

You still getting 500

for the whole enchilada?

A lot more than you can afford.

Yeah, I wouldn't

pay you two nickels,

you f*cking dried-up lizard!

Yeah, pick it up, b*tch!

Go ahead!

You could have had--

We could have been--

But, no, you had to

go now! f*ck you!

You f*cking dumb b*tch!

This is on you!

This is all on you! Not me! You!

And I'm not letting you

pull me down anymore!

John, she's gonna die

if we don't do something.

John: Oh, darling...

Look. Hey. You two need to get

the f*ck out of here

right now, before you--

Before what?

Before you make a mistake

that you can't come back from!

Oh, and what exactly happens

when the cops show up?

There's not gonna be any cops.

Oh, there's gonna be

cops, all right,

and they're gonna want to know

what happened

and how it happened.

Then I'll tell them that...

I'll tell them that Leah and I

got into a really bad

argument about the wedding,

and then she stormed

out of the house,

and she tripped,

and she hit her head,

and it was just

an accident, all right?

And I took her to the hospital,

and then we'll just press delete

on the whole f*cking night.

Ha! "Press delete

on the whole night?"

What is that, a writer thing?

So, if we leave right now,

you'll forget about this?

Yes.

Hold on. Wait a second here now.

You've been Mr. Negative

about this guy the whole night.

Now, all of a sudden,

you want to trust him?

Rose: What other options

do we have?

John: We have other options.

Rose: And none of them are good.

So, let's just leave right now

and they'll listen

to his side of the story.

Oh, his side of the story?

And trust this little

c*ck not to bury us?

Not to mention

Miss Bossy Pants over here.

You heard her.

She wants to throw us in jail

and lock away the kingdom!

Stop talking, you f*cking idiot.

Oh, I'm the idiot?

Back the f*ck up, man!

Rose: We have the video.

That's what they want, right?

And we have it. That's it.

And then there's...

there's a secret!

Are you finished?

No, no, no, no, no.

Uh-uh. No way.

See, I know what's

going on here, right?

I am making the plan

from this point forward,

and I'm not listening

to princess or the toad or you.

I am the guy calling the shots,

and there's not gonna be

any secret envelopes.

There's not gonna be

any cell-phone videos.

There's not gonna be

any you sucking his d*ck!

[Leah screams]

You hear me, huh?

You got that, lover boy?

I've got a plan

that you don't even know

anything about, okay?

So, now this is the way

the story goes.

So, you see, these two lovebirds

were celebrating,

only Shane-O here was

celebrating just a bit too much.

Stop! No!

Good boy. You see,

Shane here has a problem.

I'll tell you that,

and everybody at the wedding

will tell you that, too.

And Leah... Leah begged him

to stop,

or she said she'd leave him.

But, you see,

Shane here couldn't stop

because he's a drunk,

just like his old man.

[Shane choking]

Enough of this sh*t!

[Shane gagging and coughing]

What's the matter, baby, huh?

What's the matter?Isn't this

what you always wanted,

a big, tough guy?

Well, here I am, lover!

Do you like that, huh?

You like what you see?

Huh?

Give me that f*cking bottle!

Oh. Ha ha ha.

So, if I take that sh*t

to the head right now,

I can drive her to the hospital,

and that's the deal?

Oh, wow.

That's a great idea, Shane.

Wish I had thought of it myself.

f*ck it.

John: Come on, now.

There you go.

[gulping]

A little... a little bit more,

just a skosh.

[gulping]

Mmm. Mmm.

John: That a boy.

Isn't that wonderful?

You see what we can do

when we all just work together?

[car engine starting]

Now, the closest hospital

is gonna be in Kingston.

All right? So, you're gonna

follow this to 32,

and then just take

the signs from there.

All right, buddy? Travel safely.

[loud thumping]

Shane: Why are you

looking at me like that?

I'm not looking

at you like anything.

Oh, yeah? Then what's that?

I'm sorry to tell you, baby,

but I'm an unlovable man.

You don't know that?

No.

I'm unable to accept love.

That's so interesting.

So, it's, like,

a condition, then?

You might say that.

Why don't you just

go to the doctor?

They might just give you

a pill to fix that right up.

[kiss]

[dramatic soundtrack

music playing]

[tires screeching]

[thunder rumbling]

Look, we've just...

got to get to Kingston.

[tires screeching]

Leah! Hey! Leah, wake up!

Sit up, baby! Sit up! Come on!

[muttering]

[burps loudly]

Ugh.

Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!

Oh!

You just have to

concentrate, baby, okay?

You just have to concentrate.

It'll be okay.

[thunder rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Wait. What the f*ck

are you doing?

[engine revving]

[crash]

Uh! f*ck! Oh, sh*t!

[tires screeching]

Oh, sh*t!

[horn honking]

What? Are you f*cking insane?

[horn honking

and tires screeching]

Oh, sh*t!

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

Jesus f*cking Christ!

You okay, baby? Don't worry.

I'm gonna get us out of this.

[crash]

[gasping]

You want to go f*cking fast?

Let's go fast, m*therf*cker!

[engine revving]

Slow down! Slow down! Stop!

Ah!

Oh. Oh. Okay.

Okay.

Okay. All right.

Oh, sh*t.

Uh. Okay.

Yeah.

Hold on!

Leah, hold on! Hold on!

[tires screech]

[vehicle approaching]

All right. This is good.

It's good.

Okay. It's good. Okay.

All right. All right.

[engine cranking]

Ah! f*ck.

[engine cranking]

[engine starts]

Okay. All right.

This road's got to lead

somewhere, babe, all right?

You okay?

Hey, stay with me. You okay?

Yeah.

Super cold.

Let me put on the heat for you.

[muttering]

Look. There's an opening ahead.

That's good. That's good.

Yeah.

[engine sputters]

[radio playing music

intermittently]

No, no, no! Okay. Come on, car.

[radio playing music

intermittently]

Come on! Come on!

[engine stops]

f*ck! f*ck!

[Leah shivering]

Hold on, baby. Hold on.

Just hold on. It's gonna

be okay, all right?

[engine cranking]

[banging]

f*ck!

All right. Hold on, baby.

Hold on. Hold on.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

[engine cranking]

f*ck.

[engine cranking]

God. Uh! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

[engine cranking]

Go, you f*ck! f*ck! Work!

f*ck. All right.

[engine cranking]

f*ck!

[rattling]

All right. All right.

Okay. Leah? Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey. Look. Look.

Look, we're just gonna

give it a minute, okay?

We're gonna let it rest,

and then...

and then we'll... we'll be fine.

And... we'll walk

if we have to, Leah.

Leah? Yeah? We can walk...

walk if we have to.

Oh, my god.

Please, please, please.

Please give me it.

[sniffles]

Please, I just need this.

I need this one.

Please. I just need this one.

[sniffles]

[breathing heavily]

[vehicle approaching]

Oh, f*ck. Hold on, Leah.

Hold on. Hold on.

There's somebody there.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get an ambulance, please,

for my wife!

She's hurt!

Help!

Man: Hey, sir,

are you all right?

Can I help you?

What happened here? Oh, wow.

Wow. Look at that.

What is that? An old Cutlass?

What is she, like a '77, '78?

Now, I'll tell you,

it's not my favorite.

This era, I mean.

Now, see, they

used to do it right

in the fif-- Oh, my god!

[moaning]

Are you all right, ma'am?

Are you all right in there?

Ma'am, are you all right?

Get in. Get in. f*cking as*h*le.

[indistinct]

You see how this guy

is acting, Rosie?

He's acting like

a complete f*cking lunatic.

Come here. Come on.

You want to play? Come on!

Come here, pretty boy.

Come on. Here we go.

Here we go. Come on. Come on.

[screwdriver rattles]

I mean, this guy

is dangerous, Rose.

You should see what he did

to his poor wife.

She's all busted up in there.

I tried to help her, and then

he started coming at me

like a complete whackadoo.

I mean, you saw that,

Rose, right?

I mean, these freaking people.

They're all the f*cking same.

Their whole f*cking macho act!

Their swinging f*cking hips'

and the f*cking tattoos!

Where you going, huh?

Hey, where you going?

Where you going, huh?

Where you going, tough guy?

Stop it, John!

No, no. This boy

has this coming to him.

John!

That's right, pretty boy.

Bingo, bongo, up the Congo.

Ha ha! You think that's funny?

Huh? You think

that's funny, kid?

Look who's laughing now.

You gonna give me

a nice tip, sir?

Will you be wanting

anything else?

Are you ready for your cake?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I am not taking it anymore.

I am taking a f*cking stand,

and I am well within my rights.

So, we're gonna put

a stop to this

right here, right now!

Stay right there, okay?

I've had it with this sh*t!

Rose. Rose, take it easy, okay?

I mean, just put it down, okay?

Rose, come on.

Come on now, Rose!

Don't do that!

Don't be stupid, all right?

I'm warning you.

That thing is worth more

than your f*cking life!

No!

[two g*nshots]

[choking sounds]

Rose: Aah! Ah!

Aah. Ah...

Ha. Ha...

[sobbing]

You've got to help.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Help.

Help, please.

Yeah. I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know. I mean, I...

I was never here.

Okay? You got that?

You got that?

You got that? You got that?

You got that? Okay?

I was never here.

[key alarm beeping]

[beeping stops]

[breathing deeply]

Man's voice: 911.

What's the emergency, please?

[Shane groaning]

[door closes]

What happened?

They're gone.

What happened?

Look.

It's nothing to be

worried about.

I'm worried about

you, all right?

[crying softly]

I'm so sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, it's--

I'm sorry.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Stop. Stop.

Hey.

[crying]

Just be with me

here right now, okay?

[crying]

You know what I was thinking?

[thunder rumbling]

What?

I think we need

to get a new car.

[laughs softly]

I want a Volvo.

[sniffles]

Something safe.

Never gonna happen.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

[thunder rumbling]

[siren approaching]

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[rain falling]

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