Beach Pillows Page #8
- Year:
- 2014
- 96 min
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- SORRY.
THIS IS MY NIGHT.
[SCOFFS]
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.
THAT F*** CALLED
MY GIRLFRIEND FAT.
DON'T F***ING
SHE'S THE ONE WITH
ENOUGH! IT'S OVER!
IT'S OVER.
APPARENTLY HE'S GO THE SAME APPETITE
- 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.
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.
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.
- AW!
I'M ALWAYS F***ING SH*T UP,
NICK.
NICK?!
WHY'D I SAY WHAT?
TO THE GIRL.
HE CHEAP-SHOTTED ME DOWN A FLIGH OF STAIRS, YOU F***ING DICK!
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
EXCEPT EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH
TURNS TO SH*T.
OH, EVERYTHING I TOUCH
TURNS TO SH*T, HUH?
HOW ABOUT YOU, MAN?
IN THERE, HUH?
HOW'D THAT GO?
WHAT? IT'S FINE.
I JUST SAID HI.
OH, YEAH?
DID YOU PROPOSE?
YOU STRIKE WHILE THE IRON'S HOT?
IT'LL ONLY BE
TILL SHE REALIZES
- OH, WHAT A WASTE OF LIFE I AM?!
- YEAH!
THAT IS BIG:
AT LEAST I GO A F***ING EXCUSE, MAN!
WHAT'S YOUR F***ING EXCUSE,
HUH?!
BUT YOU... YOU HAD A F***ING
YOU HAD A CHANCE
BAD TIMING?
IN IOWA.
I SAW THE LETTER.
I WAS HOME EVERY DAY THAT SUMMER
WHEN THE MAIL CAME, REMEMBER?
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
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]
[SIGHS]
I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE
THIS SH*T ANYMORE, NICK.
I LOVE YOU...
BUT JUST [SIGHS]
[SOBBING]
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
LOOK LIKE?
NO. NO, NO, NO.
DID TO THEM, WHAT I DID TO THEM?
YOU DIDN'T KNOW
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,
YOU KNOW?
[SIGHS] LYING IN A HOSPITAL BED
WITH HIS NOSE RUNNING WITH BLOOD
WONDERING WHA HE'D DONE WRONG...
IT WASN'T...
IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT, MAN.
YOU DIDN'T KNOW
I ALWAYS THOUGHT...
WAS GONNA BE LIKE SOME SOR OF A PENANCE, YOU KNOW?
[Voice breaking] LIKE SOMEHOW
I DESERVED TO, LIKE,
THROW MY LIFE AWAY.
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.
SOMETIMES IT JUST TAKES
A HUMAN HAND TO GET YOU MOVING.
WOW.
EITHER THAT OR, LIKE,
THE SONIC VIBRATIONS OF THE CLAP
- OH.
THERE'S
BUT I THINK IT'S MOSTLY
THE HUMAN-HAND PORTION
THAT GETS THE...
SHE'S ALREADY ON HER WAY, MAN.
REALLY?
YEAH. I CALLED HER...
OH, SH*T, GET DOWN.
- HMM?
- GET DOWN, QUICK.
- 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.
RIGHT.
OLD-FASHIONED STARING CONTEST.
[Chuckling] YEAH.
[SIGHS]
IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
- WHAT? NO.
- YES.
- NO, DON'T GET UP.
PROMISE ME:
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, MAN.
REMEMBER THE ALAMO, MAN.
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***?!
ALL RIGHT.
[WINCH WHIRRING]
HERE GOES NOTHING.
ANYTHING YOU SAY
CAN AND WILL BE HELD AGAINST YOU
YOU HAVE THE...
OFFICER,
YOU ARRIVED, THANK GOD!
I WAS STARTING TO THINK THAT...
HOLY SH*T!
HOLY SH*T!
HOLY SH*T. HOLY SH*T!
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.
[SIGHS]
BUT I-I KNOW
- YEAH, I KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE.
- I'VE BEEN BEATEN, MAN.
MY FACE...
IT WASN'T HIM.
HE'S... HE'S RUNNING OFF
RIGHT NOW, MAN.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- JESUS, KID.
- YEAH.
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