Shovel Buddies
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- 2016
- 85 min
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When I was seven,
I met my best friends.
They were idiots,
and I loved them for it.
We did everything together.
No matter what,
we had each other's backs.
Nothing could change that,
even when this jackass
got cancer.
It wasn't supposed
to be a big deal.
but it didn't.
It got worse.
Somewhere along the way
I realized
that the guy
that kept us all together
wasn't gonna be around forever.
We gonna make it?
Get your bike.
Better to go out with
a bang than a whimper.
It was a dump anyway.
They already poured
the concrete for the new school.
Figured I'd see you
at the party.
Better late than never.
This room's full of posers.
They're not all bad.
Eh, you're one of them.
Popping the lid.
F*** are you doing?
When's the last time
you saw Sammy?
It's probably empty.
They're cremating him tomorrow.
What's "cremating?"
It's where they burn the body
and put the ashes in a can.
I'm not scared.
Yeah.
Then they dump the ashes,
and Sammy's gone forever.
It's not like that, okay?
Then what's it like?
F*** cancer, man.
F*** cancer.
Sure you don't want
to say "bye" face to face?
- If I had known, I would...
- Ooh, a titty alert.
I'd like to cheer her up
and down for that matter.
Know what I mean?
No.
I do.
Don't worry, lump.
I heard from
a very reliable source
that your brother knows a
little bit more than he lets on.
Motherf***er.
Sister-f***er.
F***.
Smooth.
- I didn't mean to.
- No big deal.
How you doing, baby?
Choke on a cock.
I like your dress.
Couldn't find something
that said, "sad, not broken."
You okay?
Half the school
texted me, Jimmy.
I wasn't sure what to say.
F*** you.
It's nice of you
to finally show.
By the time I got here,
your dad said it was too late.
Where are your parents?
Vacation.
I'm watching lump here
for a few days.
Kate...
Anyway, the old man needs me.
Talk to you later.
So desperate.
So desperate.
Did you get
a shovel list from Sammy?
Mm, he covered his ass
when you decided
to spend his last days
putting it in his sister.
This pasta sucks.
Don't you think we ought
to take care of it?
What's a "shovel list?"
Think about all the sh*t
you have in your bedroom
that you wouldn't want your
parents to find if you died.
Like dirty dishes?
No, lump, like two girls
and one cup.
I don't know what that is.
It's two girls shitting
in a cup, and they eat it.
It's surprisingly arousing.
I'm going.
Mm.
Don't you ever talk
to your brother?
Go on the count of three.
They're mourning a dead kid.
All right,
no one's gonna miss us.
Remember what I told you, lump.
Open it, p*ssy.
Look under the mattress
and sock drawer.
I'll take the closet.
I know what I'm f***ing doing.
Did you give him this?
Yeah. He was dying anyway.
Dude, his dad's a cop.
Dude, he has weed in his closet,
and his dad couldn't find it?
Shitty cop.
Only what's on the list.
Sammy's not
gonna miss this sh*t.
Jimmy.
That's the last of it.
Here?
Yeah.
I figured we'd
take the edge off.
Look at this.
Is that Mary Keller?
Holy sh*t.
She's in college.
Sammy said he didn't want
to die without seeing her naked.
Let me see.
You know, is it weird
that I kind of want cancer now?
Is it bad that I kind
of hope you get it?
Ugh! Oh, my god.
It reeks in here.
We just wanted to come in before
your parents found
anything incriminating.
Mm, getting all your sh*t
together, huh?
Yep. Somebody has to.
Did you guys
find two girls one cup?
It's gonna be okay.
How do you know?
People keep saying it.
Uh-uh, that one's already
spoken for, champ.
You know, I thought there'd
be a lot more drugs in here.
More what?
Let's have it.
Come on.
- It's mine.
- Kate...
Your mom needs you downstairs.
Yeah, of course.
Did you get everything?
Hmm.
- Mr. Hanes...
- Jimmy...
I'm needed downstairs.
We got it all, Sammy.
F***ing lump.
You told me to take her to you.
Want to hit the hole later?
Like old times?
I got a ton of sh*t from
the drawer before Ted came in.
Figured you'd want some.
Thanks.
I can't believe it's over.
Welcome to the rest
of your life.
Slow down.
Keep up.
Now that Sammy's dead,
is Dan your new best friend?
No.
You brought the lump?
I'm not supposed
to leave him alone.
He's hitting
the big leagues early.
Danny, stop.
Don't tell mom.
You can have his porn mags.
It's like masturbating
in the stone age.
This other sh*t
we're gonna have to split.
Sh*t. There's a Snapchat
addressed to me.
Sh*t's from beyond the grave.
All right, I sent it to you.
- We were deleting.
- I decided against it.
Hey, dick hole.
I'm not sure I can
trust you with this
since I couldn't with my sister,
but I want to be buried...
In my eagles Jersey.
Don't mess it up...
Again.
Bye.
F***. It's gone.
That was depressing.
His Jersey was on the wall.
What are you gonna do about it?
I need to talk to your parents.
- Can this wait?
- No.
What's this all about?
I... well, we wanted to...
We found a will.
He left you a note?
It was a text.
It was a Snapchat to be exact.
Don't worry.
He wasn't naked.
We knew you were cremating him,
but we just wanted to make sure
that Sammy would...
We didn't get a note.
He wanted to be buried
in his Jersey.
Can I see it?
The texts disappear
after you send them,
and it's what he said.
Look, Mcginnis already
has him at the funeral home.
What about the Jersey?
Guys, he didn't
send the message.
Then can you cremate him
wearing it?
All right. Give me a minute.
Jimmy, I know you
didn't get to be here...
And I don't know what happened
between you boys.
No answer.
Let's get the car.
Open your ears, son.
He's gone.
We appreciate
everything you did.
We really do.
We appreciate it,
but we didn't get a note,
and I was there.
I was there at the end,
and he was happy.
Look, if you guys
are gonna toast him,
at least
do it the way he wanted.
Excuse me?
What did you say?
Let me handle this.
Sorry.
We can get the Jersey.
I'll get someone
to drive us over
if you're not up to do it, okay?
Jimmy, we're tired.
- Right, but...
- Jimmy, just go.
I just think that if...
Don't you think if he wanted
it he would've told us?
- So that's it?
- I'm not giving up.
I'm waiting till dark.
Why are we here?
The funeral home
is 30 miles away from here.
- We can't bike it.
- So we're...
My old man keeps his car keys
in his nightstand. Sh*t.
Your parents
lock their own bedroom?
They like privacy.
So trusting.
Are you helping or what?
Mom and dad are gonna kill us.
It's fine. We'll get
a new one at home depot.
They'll never know.
Gonna have to do this together.
Don't get all metaphorical.
Can't we just get
a different Jersey
from one of the other
players on the team?
Sammy wanted his Jersey.
If he wanted to be
in someone else's sh*t,
he would've sent
the will to them.
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