Resolution Page #7
if there's something down there, man,
you gotta just,
please, just run
like it doesn't hurt, okay?
Please?
Okay.
Do you remember Derrick Jones?
Oh, f***. All right, I'll go.
Jesus.
Thanks, man.
What if we just didn't open it?
We have to open it.
What if we just took it with us,
and then if we wanted to open it,
opening it then?
Look, I can't go home and
from getting beaten
to death or shot.
We don't know that, right?
What if this thing's actually
trying to help us?
We don't even know if this stuff
is really gonna happen or not.
That car was a gift.
Goddammit.
All right, man, open it.
Ow, f***.
It's us.
And?
Uh, we're outside
and the cabin's
in the background.
Okay, what else?
Okay, we're still
outside but it's night,
and we're lit by a fire.
A fire?
Yeah.
Do we look all right?
I, I don't know, I mean,
yeah, I think,
I think we look okay.
And are we upset?
I don't know.
It's difficult to see.
I don't know.
Do you think all that stuff
down there is of us?
Why are you asking me?
F***, really?
You don't wanna talk about it?
Okay.
Yes, I think it's all us.
Do you think that's all of it?
No.
recording device anywhere.
We could be on a f***ing
hard drive in China.
They should be at
the cabin by now.
Do you think they
found the bag?
I left it inside
for them to find.
F***.
They're smoking that bag, man.
They're f***ing smoking that bag.
Maybe they took the
trees to the road.
No, man, they're getting f***ed up,
and they're f***ing waiting for us
to f*** us up.
I'm gonna go to that
place in the film.
The rocks in front
of the cabin.
Why would... That's
f***ing nighttime, man.
It's like f***ing noon right now.
Are you crazy?
I'll be fine, okay?
Look, I'm gonna sneak
around the back,
I'll be far enough away,
and plus they're probably
so f***ed up they won't
even know I'm there.
Why would you f***ing do that?
Because I think if we
can get to the end
of this reel of film,
we'll be fine.
You don't f***ing know that.
No, I don't, but do you
have a better plan?
Yeah, man, let's f***ing leave.
Chris, I am not taking this
home to my wife.
F***!
All right, man,
f*** it I'll go.
Let's go.
You can leave. No, f*** you,
don't make me feel guilty.
I'll f***ing go, I said
I'll go, let's go.
All right.
Lighter, lighter,
lighter, pants on fire.
Do it, do it, do it, do it.
So, what's it like, uh,
what's it like being married?
It's good, you know,
I mean it's, uh,
it's hard, but, uh,
yeah, I like it.
What's it like being single?
Well, getting high all
the time pretty much
covers that base.
You don't have like
a, like a junkie
girlfriend or something?
No.
No, I don't.
Actually, I did go into the
city like a couple months ago,
and I picked
up a little "hmm-hmm."
What's that? What's "hmm-hmm"?
Yeah, what's that?
You know, man, like
on the back of the...
Like the reader those,
those like little box ads.
I don't know.
A f***ing hooker, Mike.
Goddamn.
was like ridiculous, man.
Um, we just, basically
just were gacking rails
all night long, and, uh,
I just talked her ear
off for like six hours,
and then by the end of it, um,
she just like took off
like all freaked out.
We never even took our
clothes off or nothing.
We just talked,
and then I scared her.
That was pretty much my
last sexual experience.
That sounds awful.
It was horrible.
Yeah.
Was it true about
the, uh, dad thing?
What dad thing?
On the f***ing CD.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm gonna be a dad.
F***, man.
Are you sketched out?
I'm okay with it.
When's it going down?
Seven months.
Seven months?
Boy or girl?
Well, it's a little
early to tell.
Well, I'm not
a pediatrician, Mike.
I don't know.
Obstetrician.
Whatever, man.
Um, yeah, let's just
hope it's a boy, right?
Better worrying about one wiener
than like every wiener in the world.
Could I borrow
one of your guns?
Sure, dude.
You would make a good uncle.
Whatever.
That's bull, that's
bullshit, man.
Give yourself
a little credit, man.
Seriously, you're like,
you're one of the most loyal,
protective, and smartest
people I know.
You know, and you don't
wave it in people's faces
and make them feel
stupid about it.
Come on, that's
a bunch of malarkey,
but thanks, though.
I'm serious.
Okay, why do you think,
why do you think you've
lasted as long as you have
like you have?
It's because the dirt bags you hang out
with actually like being around you.
You know, I think it
makes them feel better
about their dark souls
to have someone
like you around.
I appreciate it, man,
but I'm a piece of sh*t.
You know it.
You know.
No, you're not.
Well, well, I mean even
though you completely
abandoned your pregnant wife
to save a piece of sh*t
like myself, I, uh,
I think you're gonna
be a good dad.
Thanks.
Yeah, I mean, I don't
but I would imagine
being forgiving
has something to do
with being a good dad,
and, uh, you and I have
lasted this long,
so that shows that you're one
forgiving motherf***er.
There's something
I should tell you.
It's cool, man, don't.
You...
You're my buddy, that's
all that matters.
No.
Look, I'm... I'm
trying to tell you...
Don't do it, man.
No, you were right, okay?
You know, I felt guilty
and I missed my best friend,
but I had, I had no
right to intrude
on your life like this, man.
I just didn't.
Dude, whatever, man.
Don't even sweat it.
I don't care.
We're cool.
I know, it's just
like, you know,
with the baby coming like
I felt like this was
my last chance to do
something to feel better
about myself, and I'm
just f***ing sorry, man.
It is what it is, Mike.
I don't, I don't give a sh*t.
I mean, I'm sorry that I can't
be this imaginary guy that you
think is me, you know?
You're still my buddy.
Sh*t.
Ha-ha-ha!
That was cool.
F***, man!
Holy sh*t.
F*** me.
Holy f***.
Oh, my God.
Burn it.
Oh, my f***ing God.
That's my bullets.
Is that it? Is that all of 'em?
Chris?
Chris.
Oh, f***.
Oh, f***!
No, Mike!
It's gonna burn, man.
I need a f***ing
hit, let me go!
F***!
I don't wanna
f***ing die, Mike.
I can't control it, man,
I really f***ing can't.
I need help.
Can I take you to rehab?
Yeah.
It has to be now, man.
You have to f***ing
take me right now.
Okay.
Oh, sh*t.
Hey, we gave that thing
F*** you.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
Oh, f***, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Can we try it another way?
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