Empire Records Page #5

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She's different than you. She's...

Death is in the cards, huh?

"Rest in peace. Deb."

A Funeral.

Is Debra not with us anymore?

If Deb wants to die, let's show her

what a real funeral would be like.

We are gathered here today

to pay our last respects to Debra.

She left us and never said why.

But I am really going to miss her.

And I wish that I could have known her

a little bit better.

Dogshit.

Hey, dead people don't talk.

- Berko, would you like to say something?

- Deb, I just...

I just want you to stay.

That's all.

A.J., do you have something to say?

Well, is it better to know or not to know?

You see, I want to go to art school.

But I'm afraid.

Jesus, I hate this funeral.

Empire Records, open till midnight.

This is Mark.

- Midnight?

- Yes.

Help me! Help me!

- I'll take care of him, boss.

- Okay.

I really miss Gina.

That's really special, but aren't we

supposed to be talking about me?

I know, I just can't stop

thinking about her.

She's not afraid of life,

and she's not afraid to be herself.

And I wish that I could be like that.

I wish I could be brave like Gina.

You are brave.

You're getting out of here.

You're always talking about

how I do what I want to do...

but I don't.

I don't, because I want to sing in a band...

...but...

...I don't have the guts to even audition.

And I know that if I don't do something,

I'm going to end up like my mother.

Her life ended after high school.

You're never going to be like your mother

if you don't want to be like her.

You're going to be fine.

That is so sweet, I think I'm going to barf.

Excuse me.

Get down here.

I used to pee in my bed.

I did.

I wet my bed until I was 10.

My mother...

turned me over to the county...

when I was 10, too.

Not for being a bed-wetter,

but for being a bad seed.

Anyway...

...three years went by...

and then Joe came.

He took me out, and I became...

the person that I am today.

Look.

I tried to kill myself with a Lady Bic.

A pink plastic razor with daisies on it

and a moisturizing strip.

And it took me forever

just to get through my skin.

I don't know.

I was just really tired of being invisible.

We love you, Debra.

Warren, get out of the store.

You can't tell me what to do, A.J.

What are you doing with a gun?

What do you think I'm doing?

What the hell was that?

- Christ!

- Holy sh*t, man!

Why don't you let these people go?

What do you say?

Good try, A.J. You trying to fool me, man?

I'm not that dumb.

You'll call the cops!

- Warren's shooting up the place.

- My God, A.J.

A.J.'s fine. Everybody stand back, okay?

Jane, call 911.

Do you see that, man?

Wasn't that brilliant?

Didn't you love that?

You told me not to come back.

Well, here I am.

Give me the gun, Warren.

I'll give you the gun.

What are you doing?

I wanted to have a little chat with Warren.

Yeah? Have a little chat with my gun.

What do you want, Warren?

Stop calling me Warren! My name isn't...

...f***ing Warren!

His name isn't Warren.

- His name isn't Warren.

- You can't kill me, Warren.

...I'm already dead.

I talked to God. She says, "Yo, what's up?"

And she wants you to lose the gun.

You are psycho!

You are psycho!

What the hell is wrong with you people?

You all belong in the loony bin.

Every one of you.

Forget you guys. I don't need you.

You think you're so happy

...and so goddamn great...

...because you work

in a freaking record store.

You think you're so superior.

Joe, Lucas steals $9,000 from you,

and you don't do dick to him?

So you going to give me a job now?

So that's it, Warren?

You want to work in a record store?

No.

I think you're lying, Warren.

He's not going to give me a job, man.

How do you know?

Why should he?

Why should anyone give me a job?

He gave me a job.

So do I get the job?

Considering the fact that he's a minor

and he put blanks in the gun...

there's really not a lot they can do to him.

Thanks a lot, Officers.

Take care, Warren. Stay out of trouble.

Wait a minute.

Warren, I made this for you.

Wait.

Can you keep it here for me?

So when I get back...

Sure.

Thanks, man.

Hey, Warren, take care of yourself.

Don't let the man get you down.

You, too, Lucas.

Bye, Gina.

Yeah, don't drop the soap.

I got to call Mitchell.

It's $1,900.

- I sold my Vespa across the street.

- No.

Here's $600 left over

from the Rex Manning expense account.

Cool.

There's about $30 from Debra's buttons.

I have some money in my bag.

Here's $2...

and some Bazooka Joe for karma.

Here's $23 from A.J.'s expense account.

Maybe you can hock this, I don't know.

That's...

...$3,050

And...

...$6,000 more.

It's not about money, OK?

I hate money.

I thought I knew what I was doing,

but I didn't, okay?

I give up.

Call Mitchell.

- I think we can work something out...

- No, now's the time, just call him.

Wait a second.

Wait, give me a couple of seconds.

So the perpetrator...

...will be taken to Juvenile Hall

and likely charged...

...with assault with a deadly weapon

possibly even kidnapping.

I saw the whole thing go down.

You see, I work here.

Hey, guys, check it out.

Mark's on TV!

Joining us is an eyewitness to the scene.

An employee of the store who saw it.

Tell us what happened.

This guy here kind of wigged out and all,

but that's besides the point.

We're having a get-together here tonight.

There's gonna be free admission, live music, hits, chicks.

The full nine yards, man.

It'll be heavy sh*t. Here at midnight.

We're live on the air right now.

That's the story...

Anybody can come. Here at midnight.

Party on, man!

Damn the man! Save the Empire!

We've got to make some money.

You gotta invest in this

when you're young. A record is like life.

It goes around and around.

- How much is it?

- $80.

$5 a beer.

Plenty for everyone!

There you go.

You gotta buy something before you go in.

- You wanna buy some vinyl or something?

- Hi, Mitchell.

What is going on here?

Why do I get the feeling

that I am being royally screwed?

Because you are, Mitch.

There was no money in the bag.

One of my employees needed it.

Who took it?

Who took my money?

Mitch, this is some party.

I mean it's a hell of a turn-out.

Who are you?

- I'm Lucas. I still work here.

- How could I forget. We're talking...

I wanted to talk to you

about this Music Town thing.

Next week, you'll be the owner

of one of the many Music Towns...

- Across this great land, correct?

- Yes.

You like it because Music Town

raises prices, so you make more money.

You're a smart boy.

When Music Town comes in...

Joe is out.

A.J. is out.

All the beautiful little tattooed,

gum-chewing freaks are out as well.

And it pretty much goes

without saying, that I'm out.

Wish it had gone without saying,

but you won't shut up.

What I think Lucas is trying to say...

...is that I'm going to open my own store.

You don't have the start-up capital.

- Yes, he does.

- No, I don't.

But I will.

I will get it.

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