Beach Pillows Page #8

Synopsis: Once-promising writer Morgan Midwood works at his father's furniture store to save up enough money to buy an engagement ring for his high school sweetheart and presumed saving grace. However, when he discovers she's been making a cuckold of him, he enters a tailspin-getting arrested, evicted, and fired in short order-and seems content to move home with his parents and embrace a life of anonymity and failed promise. At the same time, Morgan's carefree, underachieving best friend Nick, who has arguably exacerbated Morgan's troubles, finally decides to take some stock in his own life, championing a revolutionary piece of furnishing for sale in Morgan's father's store. Over the course of a Long Island summer full of love, laughs, heartbreak, and self-discovery, these two friends ride a violent and hilarious wave teeming with women, family, cops, and cons, hoping not to get swallowed under.
 
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Year:
2014
96 min
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- SORRY.

[UP-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

THIS IS MY NIGHT.

EVERY NIGHT IS YOUR NIGHT.

[SCOFFS]

WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

I'M TRYING TO GET A F***ING

PACK OF CIGARETTES,

AND I'M THE LOSER.

OH!

[THUD]

[Muffled] WHO'S FAT NOW?

I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

I CAN'T F***ING HEAR YOU.

- AAH!

- HUH?

MOTHERF***ER.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

THAT F*** CALLED

MY GIRLFRIEND FAT.

DON'T F***ING

BE MAD AT ME, MAN.

SHE'S THE ONE WITH

THE WEIGHT PROBLEM. HIT HER.

ENOUGH! IT'S OVER!

IT'S OVER.

HE TRIED TO BITE ME.

APPARENTLY HE'S GO THE SAME APPETITE

- AS HIS FATTY GIRLFRIEND.

- SHUT THE F*** UP, NICK!

I'LL F***ING KILL HIM.

- I'LL KILL YOU.

- GO BACK INSIDE, OKAY?

YO, MUSCLE BOY,

UGLY'S ONE THING.

TURNING THE LIGHTS OFF

AIN'T GONNA HIDE THAT FUPA.

- SHUT THE F*** UP, MAN.

- I BEEN LOOKIN' FOR MY WOMAN

- GOT SOME TIME, LITTLE GIRL

- JUST GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

GO F*** YOURSELF... MUSCLE BOY.

- LOOK LIKE A F***ING GAY BOY.

- SHUT THE F*** UP.

MOTHERF***ER!

MOTHERF***ER!

AW, THAT F***ING PIECE OF SH*T.

THAT F***ING PIECE OF SH*T.

OKAY, TAKE IT EASY, MAN,

TAKE IT EASY.

NO, F*** HIM!

I'M NOT A F***ING LOSER!

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

JUST RELAX.

I'M NOT A F***ING LOSER!

I KNOW YOU'RE NO A F***ING LOSER.

WE'RE GONNA CALL YOUR SISTER.

SHE'S GONNA COME PICK US UP.

- IT'S GONNA BE FINE.

- AW!

I'M ALWAYS F***ING SH*T UP,

NICK.

WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FAILURE,

NICK?!

WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?

WHY'D I SAY WHAT?

TO THE GIRL.

HE CHEAP-SHOTTED ME DOWN A FLIGH OF STAIRS, YOU F***ING DICK!

YEAH, BUT COME ON, MAN,

IT WASN'T VERY NICE.

F*** YOU, MAN! ARE YOU

F***ING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!

I DON'T KNOW, MAN.

YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST THIS SH*T...

THE SH*T SEEMS

TO HAPPEN TO YOU A LOT.

IT'S LIKE YOU'RE KING MIDAS,

EXCEPT EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH

TURNS TO SH*T.

OH, EVERYTHING I TOUCH

TURNS TO SH*T, HUH?

HOW ABOUT YOU, MAN?

WHAT HAPPENED WITH ALEX

IN THERE, HUH?

HOW'D THAT GO?

WHAT? IT'S FINE.

I JUST SAID HI.

OH, YEAH?

DID YOU GIVE HER THE RING?

DID YOU PROPOSE?

YOU STRIKE WHILE THE IRON'S HOT?

IT'LL ONLY BE

ANOTHER DECADE OR SO

TILL SHE REALIZES

WHAT A WASTE OF LIFE YOU ARE!

- OH, WHAT A WASTE OF LIFE I AM?!

- YEAH!

THAT IS BIG:

COMING FROM THE EX-CON.

AT LEAST I GO A F***ING EXCUSE, MAN!

WHAT'S YOUR F***ING EXCUSE,

HUH?!

WHERE AM I GONNA GO?!

WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!

I CAN'T GET A F***ING JOB ON

PAROLE! WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!

BUT YOU... YOU HAD A F***ING

CHANCE TO GET OUT OF HERE.

YOU HAD A CHANCE

TO LEAVE THIS TOWN.

BAD TIMING?

YOU GOT INTO THAT SCHOOL

IN IOWA.

I SAW THE LETTER.

I WAS HOME EVERY DAY THAT SUMMER

WHEN THE MAIL CAME, REMEMBER?

BUT YOU CHOSE TO STAY HERE

IN THIS SH*T F***ING TOWN

FOR THAT STUPID F***ING C*NT?!

I STAYED HERE BECAUSE OF YOU!!

F***!

F***! BECAUSE SOMEBODY HAS

GOT TO TAKE THE RAP FOR YOU!

YOU STUPID ASS.

F***ING END UP IN THE STREE OR JAIL OR F***ING DEAD?!

I OUGHT TO HAVE MY GODDAMN HEAD

EXAMINED,

BECAUSE [SIGHS]

I THREW MY LIFE AWAY, TOO.

[SIGHS]

I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE

THIS SH*T ANYMORE, NICK.

I LOVE YOU...

BUT JUST [SIGHS]

LOOK AT WHERE WE ARE.

[SOBBING]

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

YOU REMEMBER WHAT THOSE KIDS

LOOK LIKE?

NO. NO, NO, NO.

DON'T DO THAT SH*T, NICK.

YOU REMEMBER WHAT THOSE PILLS

DID TO THEM, WHAT I DID TO THEM?

YOU DIDN'T KNOW

THEY WERE GONNA SNORT IT.

BUT THEY DID.

AND I DIDN'T...

I DIDN'T CARE THAT I WEN TO JAIL, YOU KNOW?

F***ING COUNTY IS A JOKE ANYWAY.

I DIDN'T GRADUATE, AND I MISSED

OUT ON THE COLLEGE EXPERIENCE,

AND NONE OF IT MATTERED,

YOU KNOW?

BUT SEEING THAT KID THERE

[SIGHS] LYING IN A HOSPITAL BED

WITH HIS NOSE RUNNING WITH BLOOD

AND HIS EYES ALL CROSSED,

WONDERING WHA HE'D DONE WRONG...

IT WASN'T...

IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT, MAN.

YOU DIDN'T KNOW

THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN.

I ALWAYS THOUGHT...

I ALWAYS THOUGHT STAYING HERE

WAS GONNA BE LIKE SOME SOR OF A PENANCE, YOU KNOW?

[Voice breaking] LIKE SOMEHOW

I DESERVED TO, LIKE,

THROW MY LIFE AWAY.

THAT I DESERVE THAT SH*T.

BUT, MAN,

I DON'T FEEL THAT WAY ANYMORE.

GOOD.

YOU SHOULDN'T.

AND I DON'T NEED YOU.

I DON'T F***ING NEED YOU.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

AW, F***.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[HORN HONKS]

[GASPS] WHAT?!

MORNING.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

HEY.

HEY.

HOW YOU DOING?

I'M OKAY.

[SIGHS]

GOOD.

[HORN HONKS]

JESUS CHRIST, NICK!

I'M UP NOW, I'M UP.

NO, LOOK, LOOK. LOOK.

[HORN HONKING]

[CHUCKLES]

GUESS THEY'RE DEEPER SLEEPERS

THAN I AM.

NO.

[HANDS CLAPPING]

- WOW.

- YEAH.

WHY DO YOU SUPPOSE THAT IS?

SOMETIMES IT JUST TAKES

A HUMAN HAND TO GET YOU MOVING.

WOW.

EITHER THAT OR, LIKE,

THE SONIC VIBRATIONS OF THE CLAP

- IS DIFFERENT THAN THE HORN.

- OH.

THERE'S

A LOT OF DIFFERENT THINGS

THAT PROBABLY PLAY INTO IT,

BUT I THINK IT'S MOSTLY

THE HUMAN-HAND PORTION

THAT GETS THE...

I'M GONNA CALL MIMI,

HAVE HER COME PICK US UP.

SHE'S ALREADY ON HER WAY, MAN.

REALLY?

YEAH. I CALLED HER...

OH, SH*T, GET DOWN.

- HMM?

- GET DOWN, QUICK.

- WHAT THE F***? DITTO?

- NO. POPO.

WHAT, A COP? WE'LL JUS TELL THEM WE MANGLED OUR KEYS.

NO, NO.

THE WINDOW'S BROKEN, MAN.

IT'S NOT YOUR CAR.

IT'S NOT MY CAR.

YOU CAN'T GET IN TROUBLE...

NOT TODAY, NOT WITH COURT.

[SIGHS]

F***.

JUST STAY CALM, MAN.

STAY RELAXED, ALL RIGHT?

NOTHING LOOKS AMISS.

HE'LL DRIVE RIGHT BY.

RIGHT.

STAY LOW AND STAY CALM, OKAY?

YEAH, STAY CALM, STAY CALM.

OLD-FASHIONED STARING CONTEST.

[Chuckling] YEAH.

[SIGHS]

IT'S BEEN A WHILE.

- WHAT? NO.

- YES.

- NO, DON'T GET UP.

- GOT TO GO UP, MAN.

PROMISE ME:

YOU'RE GONNA STAY HERE.

GOT TO LIFT YOUR HEAD. YOU GOT TO GO OU ON THE END OF THE VINE TO GET THE FRUIT.

- DON'T YOU F***ING GET UP.

- IT'S NOW OR NEVER.

- DON'T YOU F***ING GET UP, MAN.

- MOMENT OF TRUTH.

I SWEAR TO GOD,

DON'T YOU F***ING GET UP.

REMEMBER THE ALAMO, MAN.

A LOT OF GOOD AMERICANS DIED

ON THAT DAY.

[SIGHS]

AND A FEW GOOD MEXICANS, TOO.

[GRUNTS]

DON'T.

[TOW-TRUCK RADIO CHATTER]

HE'S BLUFFING.

HE'S BLUFFING.

WHO'S BLUFFING? THE COP?

HE'S BLUFFING.

- OH, F***.

- WHAT THE F***?!

I THOUGHT HE WAS BLUFFING.

ALL RIGHT.

[WINCH WHIRRING]

HERE GOES NOTHING.

ANYTHING YOU SAY

CAN AND WILL BE HELD AGAINST YOU

IN A COURT OF LAW.

YOU HAVE THE...

OFFICER,

YOU ARRIVED, THANK GOD!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, BUDDY!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

I WAS STARTING TO THINK THAT...

HOLY SH*T!

GET YOUR HANDS UP!

GET YOUR HANDS UP!

HOLY SH*T!

HOLY SH*T. HOLY SH*T!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.

COME OUT SLOWLY.

COME OUT SLOWLY!

YEAH. OKAY.

SLOW DOWN.

OKAY, YEAH, I'M SLOW, MAN...

SLOW AND STEADY.

THAT'S THE KEY.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

YOU... THAT'S NOT HIM.

THAT'S NOT THE GUY.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

[SIGHS]

IT'S NICE OF YOU TO SAY, SIR,

BUT I-I KNOW

WHAT THIS LOOKS LIKE.

- WHAT DOES THIS LOOK LIKE?

- YEAH, I KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE.

- WHAT DOES THIS LOOK LIKE?

- I'VE BEEN BEATEN, MAN.

MY FACE...

I'M MANGLED RIGHT NOW.

LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT THIS.

LOOK AT MY SHIRT.

IT WASN'T HIM.

HE'S... HE'S RUNNING OFF

RIGHT NOW, MAN.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- JESUS, KID.

- YEAH.

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