Goat

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[subliminal instrumental music]

[rap music playing]

[party chatter]

[girls cheering]

Chance got it.

Chance is f***ing at it.

How you been, man?

Come in for a picture.

Oh, my God.

-Cheers!

-Cheers!

[rap music continues]

[whispering]

Yo, shh.

[rap music thumping]

[laughing]

I didn't even f***in' tell 'em.

They just started doing that.

I didn't even f***in'

tell 'em anything.

Why'd you stop?

What are you doing?

No, Brad didn't...

You want a bump?

You want more coke?

-You guys want a bump? Yeah?

-[girl] Yeah.

[sniffing]

-In your mouth?

-Mmm-hmm.

Your friend's a pro.

You want one?

Let's do it.

F***in' A, man.

Whoo!

-You want some coke, Brad?

-No, I'm good, bro. I'm good.

You want a little...

Take a little like this.

A little on your gums?

I'm straight, bro.

-[Chance] Sure? Okay.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about it? Mmm?

[Chance] Oh, sh*t.

[Brett] Oh, man.

Oh, sh*t.

Leah, Leah.

Come here.

Come in here.

We got coke.

You want some coke?

Come in.

I'm cool.

[Chance] No, you wanna

do a bump?

I'm gonna take off.

Oh, oh. Hey...

What are you doing?

Are you embarrassed

right now?

Huh? No, man. No.

I'm not f***ing embarrassed.

I'm just tired.

Okay, you need to

liven up a little bit.

-'Cause this is a sure thing.

-I know.

Right here, it's f***in'...

I know. I'm just not

into it tonight.

I love you.

I gotta call it

a night, okay?

It's about Leah?

Bro, how long are you

chasing that?

F***in'...

F*** off.

Okay? I'm not leaving

'cause of Leah.

All right. All right.

Dude, this party is

f***ing weird anyway...

All right. Tell Mom

and Dad I said hi.

-Okay, I will. I love you.

-I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

I'm just f***ing tired...

Just no drive tonight.

[sighs]

[man] Yo, hey!

I know you, right?

Me?

Yeah. Hey, I saw you inside.

Do you think

I can get a ride?

Uh, where are

you going?

Not far.

I'm sorry, dude.

It's kind of late.

I gotta get home.

Come on, man.

It's right up the road.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay, sure.

Yeah, this is me

right here.

All right, hang on a sec.

Let me grab my boy.

-Your "boy"?

-Yeah.

Look, it'll just

take a sec, man.

I swear.

Okay.

F***ing kidding me?

Weren't taking off

without us, were you?

No. No, no, no.

I was just waiting.

All right.

[car doors open]

All right.

Thanks, man.

All right.

[clears throat]

So wait.

How do you guys

know Colin?

Who the f***

is Colin, man?

He's the kid whose

house we were at.

Oh, right.

Yeah, it's his boy.

Right, man?

[chuckles] Yeah.

You guys go to Brookman?

My brother goes there.

Brookman?

Nah, man.

We go somewhere else.

Just keep driving.

Straight?

Yeah, yeah.

Keep going.

It's a ways.

I thought you said

it was just up the road?

We, uh,

we gettin' close?

Yeah. Yeah, man.

Take a left.

-What, here?

-Yeah.

Listen, guys. I, uh,

I gotta get back home.

Hey, relax, man.

We're almost there.

I know. It's just late.

Is there some place close

I can drop you off?

-Where do you suggest?

-I don't know, man.

I'm about to turn around

any second though.

I mean...

Hey, man.

What's your problem?

You're freaking out

like a little b*tch.

Stop being

such a baby.

[man] For real, man.

I'm not being a baby, man.

You told me it was just

up the road.

I've been driving

20 minutes. Like...

All right. Okay.

All right.

Pull over then.

Look, man. I'm not,

you know...

Stop the f***ing car!

-What's wrong?

-Nothing.

Your hand's shaking.

Okay. What do you

guys want? Seriously.

Relax.

We're here now anyway.

[car door beeping]

[punching]

[Brad] Stop!

Okay, stop!

Stop...

[coughing]

Look, you don't need

to hurt me, okay?

What do you want?

I'll give you

whatever you want.

[grunts]

[coughing]

What's your ATM code?

What?

Tell me your f***ing

ATM code right now,

or I swear to God

I'll f***ing kill you.

4-1-1-4.

Don't f***ing lie to me.

It's 4-1-1-4.

I swear to God, dude,

I'm not--

Can you please

just let me go?

Shut the f*** up.

Look, I don't

have anything.

Shut up.

Stop talking.

[grunts]

[mumbles]

Stay.

Stay.

Stay.

Wanna get in on this?

Come on, man.

Let's go.

[car engine starts]

[dog barking]

[hip hop music playing]

[sombre instrumental music]

[pills rattling]

I'm fine.

Easy, easy, easy.

Just give me a sec...

-Yeah.

-I'm sorry.

I've been driving around

for three hours

with a knife in my car,

trying to find these guys.

Chance is coming over

with his dad's gun.

I swear to God,

we're gonna

f***ing kill them.

It doesn't matter, Brett.

Of course it

f***ing matters.

They're not gonna get

away with this, Brad.

You're never gonna

find them, man.

Tell me what

they look like.

They don't look

like anything. Okay?

What the f*** are you talking

about, "They don't look

like anything?"

Brad. F***!

All right.

[detective] So, did they

have a weapon?

[Brad] No, not that

I was aware of.

But they forced their way

into the car?

No.

So you gave two

complete strangers

a ride out in the middle

of nowhere,

because you're

a nice guy--

-No, I told--

-I'm just trying to

understand.

I told you that

they were at the party,

and that they asked

me for a ride home.

And they tried to

steal your car.

Yes.

I've seen your car.

What I can't understand

is why they

beat you up so bad.

Did you say

something to them?

Call them, something?

Resist, uh...

-Provoke.

-F*** do I know?

You know what

I think?

I think you were

looking for drugs.

I think you were trying

to buy drugs

from these guys,

and things got

out of hand.

It happens.

This I can help you with.

I wasn't trying

to buy drugs.

Okay.

Not trying to buy drugs.

[sniffs]

I don't know what

else to tell you.

You go home and

get some rest.

We'll follow up.

F***.

[grunting]

[painful squealing]

[motor whirring]

What are you

doing here?

Want a beer?

Yeah.

-Nice to see you.

-Yeah. You, too.

Get off Facebook.

-Thanks, man.

-Gotcha.

So what you

been up to?

Yeah, dude. I'm sorry

I haven't been

back before now.

I've just been

crazy busy. You know?

How you doing?

Good.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Mom said you're thinking

about bailing on school.

I'm not bailing on it.

I just don't know if I can

get all my sh*t together

before the fall,

you know.

But you're already

accepted for the fall.

Plus Phi Sig is

only rushing in the fall.

I don't know, man.

I'm not putting

any pressure on you.

I'm just saying.

You should come

this weekend, though.

We're throwing a huge party

at the lake.

I think Leah is

gonna be there.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sure you do know.

[laughing]

You're gonna...

You know, like

a little ass grab?

-[laughing]

-Oh, Jesus Christ.

Okay.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, I'll come for

the weekend.

F***, yeah!

Just for the weekend,

though.

Yeah.

It's all you need.

Just...

Get right in there,

grab that ass.

[laughing]

Oh, Jesus.

It's good to

see you, man.

You too, bro.

[clinks bottles]

[rock music playing]

-Whoa!

-Ho!

Lando!

How you doing, man?

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