Ceremony Page #8

- Ow!

- Marshall!

I don't even get what the point

of this game is!

Marshall, I have no idea

what the point of the game is,

but I think we're in the lead

by half a basket.

- You're a liar.

- Oh, Marshall, pick up your skirt.

- Wait, what?

- You're a liar. You lied to me.

About what?

The only reason

we went on this vacation

is 'cause you're completely

in love with that lady.

- Admit it!

- Marshall, shh!

- Zoe told me everything herself.

- Shh, shh!

- You lied to her about the postcard.

- Okay, okay.

And you lied to me

about wanting to be a good friend.

Marshall, okay, I understand

how this may seem,

and you're right, I haven't been

completely honest with you,

but you got to understand,

it's very complicated right now.

Whit... Whit just told me

that Zoe left him once.

She left him once,

and she'll leave him again, okay?

The man is threatened by me,

I can tell.

Look at him,

he's practically running scared.

I love this game! I'm a machine!

Marshall, this man

is playing mind games with me.

I am at war with this man

right now, okay?

You cannot let him tear us apart.

We are on the same team, pal.

No, we're not.

We were never on the same team.

You just gaslighted me

because you knew

that no one else

would ever be a part of this.

- Shh!

- And because I have a car.

And now I have

a martini glass in my foot,

and you have yet to apologize!

Marshall, Jesus Christ,

what are you doing with your knife?

Marshall, don't quit.

Marshall, that's your birthday present.

What are you doing?

No, it's not.

It's Noah Bressman's.

Okay, pal.

Don't worry, I'm gonna win

this goddamn race for you, okay?

Take care of that foot.

I'll meet you back later.

I'm getting my shoes back, okay?

Oh, God, yeah,

look at all this.

It don't come easy

Come on, Sam, you can't play alone!

You're up for disqualification!

Disqualification!

It don't come easy

Here we go.

You know it don't come easy

Game's not over yet, Marshall!

Come on, mate!

Got to pay your dues

if you want to sing the blues

And you know it don't come easy

You don't have to shout

or leap about

You can even play them easy

Forget about...

Hi, Marshmallow.

Your foot is bleeding.

Yeah. Um, do you know

where Teddy is?

I need to find him

so I can get my shoes.

Oh, well, you can sit here with us.

We're just... we're putting shells

in the colander.

No, that's okay,

I think I'd like to find Teddy

so I can get my shoes

and get out of here.

Okay, well, he was right over there.

He went to go find dolphins.

Okay, uh...

I don't see him anywhere.

You sure you don't want to help?

We could always use

an extra set of paws.

No.

Open up your heart

Come together

Hey!

Hey! Get some help!

Teddy!

Teddy!

I got you! I got you!

I got him!

Help!

Help!

Teddy! Teddy, wake up!

Teddy!

Help!

Teddy!

All right, Marshall, stand aside!

We've got it!

Teddy!

Help him! Help him!

- Get him up! Get him up!

- He's not breathing!

Give him some space! Back off!

I saved him. I saved his life.

- What are you staring at?!

- Breathe for me, Teddy.

Call an ambulance!

Teddy!

- Come on, Teddy, please!

- One, two, three, four.

Teddy! Come on, Teddy!

Teddy, please!

Please, Teddy!

Not today.

- Come on, Teddy, come on.

- Teddy!

Yeah, mate, get it all out.

Spit it up, spit it up.

That's it, that's it.

Turn him over.

Teddy!

All right, everyone,

he's all right, he's all right.

Did I go under?

That's our man.

He's all right.

Yes! Yes!

You can't do that!

- Let's go, eh?

- I'm okay.

Come on, love,

let me take care of him.

- All right, let's go.

- God damn you, Teddy!

Up, up, up, up, up.

I did it, everybody! I did it!

I'm alive!

Thank you all for your help.

You've all been real stars.

Drama's over.

Are you okay?

Stop it, Sam!

Are you mad at me?

It's not about you, Sam.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Come on, love.

Come on, my love.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

You have nothing to be sorry about.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

No, no, no, Marshall, you can't leave!

I need you here!

I am going home.

These people...

these are bad people, Sam.

They're irresponsible. They're like...

they're like babies with money.

Marshall, I apologize

that I made you do the paper chase

with your bad foot,

but I honestly thought we had

a shot at winning the thing.

We never had a shot, Sam,

and I-I can't just stand by

and watch you do this

to yourself anymore.

I'm not gonna be

a supporting character

in your pathetic little story.

It's unoriginal.

You are not Holden Crawford.

All right, first of all, it's Holden...

Marshall, please, don't use

metaphors with me right now.

Please, okay?

You... you are a bad man.

You are. You're a bad person.

You came here to ruin

a poor woman's marriage,

and you preyed upon a broken man

and your former best friend

in the process.

Oh, my God, Marshall!

And you had no right to do that!

You had no right!

Marshall, shut up! Shut up!

I am sick and tired of hearing

about your misfortune.

And the way you decide

to divulge this information

to anybody who's willing to listen...

it's depressing.

What is that supposed to mean?

Marshall, you got

pistol-whipped... once.

I'm sorry it happened,

and it's a shame,

but it happens

to somebody new every day,

and they move on with their lives.

You complain!

I was assaulted!

A man came at me from behind

with a gun

and beat me,

and then stole all of my money!

That's what I mean...

it's always a new excuse

to not move out of your parents' house,

to not get a new job.

Marshall, don't you realize

you should be thanking me right now?

I took you on an adventure.

Do you think that these people

care about you?

I don't care.

You have nothing

to offer them, Sam!

You're just a mistress!

And if you had just come to me

and told me your feelings,

I would've listened to you,

and I would've told you

you were a fool.

But, instead, you decided

to use and to lie to me.

And that's just sick and disgusting!

I'm your best friend!

Oh. And this, Sam.

You think this is really

gonna impress her?

Give that back.

You're young, you're poor,

and, honestly, you're a shitty writer.

Yeah?

I used to look up to you.

Marshall, you're a year and a half

older than me.

Shut up.

My God, Sam,

what happened to your face?

I fell down the stairs.

We should have the paramedics

take a look at you if they're still here.

Your nose looks crooked.

No, it's fine.

It's always been like that.

All right, come on.

- All right.

- Thanks.

So the gents are off

to the woods for the night.

It's a 200-year-old tradition

for the men in my family

to sleep under the stars

before a wedding.

- Oh.

- You should come.

Oh, no.

That... that sounds great, Whit.

I think I'm just gonna stay here

and hold down the fort.

Come on.

I'll let you shoot my gun.

Yeah, I'd love to shoot your gun,

trust me,

but I'm just gonna keep it close,

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