The Hangover Part III

Chow!

Hangover 3

Motherfuckers!

We're almost home,

my friend!

Hey, my name is Alan and

I bought a giraffe.

It's all mine.

He's super friendly.

Oh, wow! Look at the giraffe!

Oh, my God! Where do

you think it's going?

My life is great. I have

a wonderful life.

I have a wonderful life.

Yes, sir. Absolutely, I will. Thank

you so much. No, of course...

No. No. And again,

I'm so sorry.

That was the mayor, Alan.

It was an accident.

You said you'd always love me,

no matter what I did.

I know, and I do. You're

my best friend.

But, Alan, Why did you

buy a giraffe?

I've always wanted one!

I can feed him from

my tree house.

Besides, they remind

me a lot of myself.

In what way?

They're majestic, pensive and tall.

- Pensive?

- Yeah.

Where'd you learn that word?

"Words with Friends".

What friends, Alan?

You can set it on random.

Alan, aside from the fact that

you shut down a freeway,

you murdered a wild animal.

It's National news.

You don't wanna know the checks

I had to write to fix this.

Oh, please! We're rich.

We are not anything, Alan!

I'm well off! You are my

forty year-old son...!

- Forty-two!

- Forty... - I'm forty-two!

Forty-two year-old son, who

still lives at home!

You are to go back on your medication

or I'm cutting you off.

You're bluffing.

When's dinner?

Your mother and I can't

take this anymore!

Oh, you might have to.

I can't do it! I

cannot do this!

I don't care what you say anymore,

this is my life?

Go ahead with your own life,

leave me alone?

Keep it to yourself,

it's my life.?

Alan! Alan!

My God, he's got the voice

of an angel.

It's breathtaking.

I can't believe my

daddy is dead.

I can think of so many

people I would

rather have died first,

like my mother.

As many of you know, my father

and I were extremely close.

He was my life partner.

He would often tell me,

almost on a daily basis,

that I was his favorite child.

I'll always remember the

last words he said to me.

"I'm proud of you, Alan.

Never change."

Well, I heard you loud and clear, daddy.

I will never change.

Never, ever!

Oh, mom.

Go ahead, chief.

Sid Garner was a beloved husband,

father and neighbor.

Wow, rough day.

- Yeah. How's Tracy doing?

- Not great.

Her mother is totally

on the edge,

and if all this weren't enough,

apparently Alan's been off

his meds for almost six months.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, it has not been pretty.

Then there's the whole

f***ing giraffe thing

I thought that was

pretty funny.

What?

Come on! He killed a giraffe.

Who gives a f***?

You know, I wasn't gonna

say anything,

but Alan's been stopping

by my office lately.

- You're kidding meWhat for?

- I don't know.

He just sits in the waiting room

and reads highlights magazine.

Fills in the puzzles, whatever

he can, and then leaves.

Check it out.

Jesus, what are you gonna

do with him?

Actually, I wanted to talk to

you guys about that.

Linda really wants to stage

an intervention for him.

An interventionReally?

I think that sounds like

a great idea.

Yeah. The thing is...

she's pretty convinced he won't agree

to it unless all of us are there.

I mean, you know

how he is.

Oh, I do not know. It seems a

little extreme to me.

Oh, God. Look at him now.

Okay, I'm in. When

are we doing it?

So we talked to Tracy today

and she said that the

treatment facility that they

found was really nice.

It's beautiful, I checked it out online.

Great reputation.

Who gives a f***?

It's in Arizona!

We gotta go on like a two

day drive for this sh*t?

Here we go!

They should just save their money

and send him to a fat camp.

- Phil!

- What?

He should lose some weight

and find a woman.

That's what he needs.

The dude's lonely.

Well, if he's so lonely,

why don't the two of...

...you spend some

more time with him?

- No, trust me, you don't want that.

- No, you definitely don't want that.

Oh, come on. He's

not that bad.

I mean, what's the worst that's

happenedThe tattoo?

Yeah, the tattoo's the worst.

- Right?

- Definitely.

The tattoo was the worst.

Nightmare.

Speaking of which, you

ever get tested?

Excuse me?

You know, cause of the ink.

The one inside you.

I'm fine.

- I can't thank you so much for coming.

- Oh, of course.

This is Nico. Nico is a good

friend of Alan's

- What's up, bros.

- Oh, yeah. Hey.

And that's Blanca. Blanca's been

with us since Alan was a baby.

- Hello.

- Hello.

And this is Timothy. Timothy

lives across the street.

He and Alan swim together.

- Hey. What's up, little man?

- Hey.

- Why don't you guys take a seat?

- Yeah.

Tracy's on her way back

with Alan right now.

Obviously he has no idea

this is coming,

so things might get

a little intense.

But no matter what happens,

remember

this is all about Alan getting better.

Mother, Oreo smoothie, now!

- Woh. Hey, everyone.

- Hey!

Hey, Timothy.

Little cold for a swim, isn't it?

Oh, wow. Look, you went to the uh...

pier today. How was that?

- We had a great time.

- Yeah.

I played skeeball for

like forty-five minutes.

It was a pretty sick workout.

What's going on?

Uh... why don't you

have a seat, bud.

We just wanna talk

to you for a sec.

Okay.

- Hey, Phil.

- Hey, yeah.

Oh! You got me.

So, Alan, we're all here

to tell you about

an awesome place called

'New Horizons'.

That does sound awesome.

- Alan, this is an intervention.

- A what?

Mom.

Alan, I love you so

much, we all do.

But we can't keep lying

to each other.

Ever since you were a baby,

all I wanted...

Oh, my God! Is anybody

else falling asleep?

Alan, listen!

No offense, Mom,

but you're boring.

- Mr. Alan.

- Oh, now you?

I pick up after you for

thirty years.

I cleaned your room,

I see things no one

should ever see.

But I pray for you. Mr. Alan,

everyone...

Hey...

- Someone should clean that up.

- Alan!

Alan, you are not well.

You're off your mids, and you're clearly

upsetting your whole family.

- That's baloney!

- Alan

if you say yes to this, we

drive you there today,

and I promise you will come

back a changed man.

Who's 'we'What...what do you

mean 'we'Who's 'we'?

We, all of us. Stu,

Phil, me, you.

You going, Phil?

I love you, Alan.

Hey, Alan, you hungry?

- You wanna get some RB's?

- No thanks.

You know, I meant to tell you earlier,

that's a really cool vest you got on.

Thanks, Phil. It was my Dad's.

He died in it.

Woh. That's intense.

Hey, Alan, I just wanna say what

you're doing is really brave.

We're proud of you.

Yeah, you're gonna do great.

Stop the car. I don't wanna

do this anymore.

- What?

- I've changed my mind.

Alan, you can't change your mind.

Everybody's counting on you.

I- I-I...I'm fine just the way I am.

I wanna go home

Turn the car around!

What the f*** was that?

Oh, my God! He's doing

it on purpose!

Just get out of his way!

Get out of the way.

I am. I am.

- Hey! Hey, get the f*** off!

- We must exchange information.

- Phil! Watch out, Phil!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Get away from him!

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