- Subtitles by explosiveskull
♪ I had a monster inside of me ♪
♪ And did she make a fool of me ♪
♪ With boozy scales ♪
♪ And eyes fire red ♪
♪ "Ride with me" is what she said ♪
♪ Though our dev'lish friend meant well ♪
♪ It's time for us to leave this hell ♪
♪ So be she harsh or be she gay ♪
♪ The sea is our truest friend ♪
♪ Err day ♪
Up and out! Up and out!
Good morning, Captain.
What time is it?
Present, Captain Swan.
You grumpy boy.
Able seaman Bonnie Swenson?
Present, Captain Swan.
Able seaman Coughie Swenson.
- Where's Coughie? - I'll get him.
Present, Captain Swan!
Excellent. Everyone accounted for.
That's fine. Everyone in the car.
We're off to inquire as to the cost of our vessel.
- Guess not. - Shut it!
Land ahoy! Land ho!
- Is this the spot, Captain? - Looks like the spot, Bon-Bon.
- Mm-hm. - I'll stay with the stuff?
- Nobody wants your stuff, Ricky. - I mean, it's all of our stuff.
Nobody wants your shitty shit, Rick.
All right, crew. Rick, get Coughie.
First we'll have a quick breakfast time.
Uh-huh.
Oh, yeah!
It wasn't Ray, it was me.
Trev, I knew it was you.
Who the hell else would've eaten it?
- You know it was me... - Good morning, gentlemen.
We are three souls in search of a vessel.
- Who are you? - I'm Captain Swan.
This is my first mate, Rick, and my able seaman, Bonnie.
- How can we help you? - We want a boat.
What's the boat for, sweetheart?
Healing.
We need a vessel that we can sleep on.
One bed's fine.
First of all, we don't sell boats here.
We keep them here, we gas them up,
we rent out like a couple.
Uh...
Okay, look, I know a guy named Terry in Huntington
that could help you out.
I can write you his address down, but...
even like a tight fit, a fiberglass Catalina is gonna run
at least, like, four, four and a half thousand.
- Yeah, with a hole in it. - At least.
Four and a half thousand...
- Thank you. - How are we gonna...
Thank you, gentlemen. Have yourselves a wonderful day.
- Yeah, it was nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Four and a half thousand dollars...
Not a word.
Got a lotta, lotta work to do.
- Lotta, lotta work to do. - Off we go!
Please get the car fixed.
Lotta, lotta work to do.
♪ I had hungry eyes ♪
♪ But these days ♪
♪ I've got no appetite ♪
♪ And now I'm not a bag of bones ♪
♪ Fancy clothes ♪
♪ Or the things I own ♪
♪ And I don't need no home ♪
♪ No place to go ♪
♪ And I don't need no home ♪
♪ No place to go ♪
♪ I don't need a bed ♪
♪ Just a comfy place ♪
♪ To rest my head ♪
♪ And I will build a house ♪
♪ Around your heart ♪
♪ Underneath your blouse ♪
♪ Me and my dirty pants ♪
♪ We shower just as often ♪
♪ As the trees and the plants ♪
♪ Boxcars and broken teeth ♪
♪ The choo-choo train ♪
♪ Will chew my food for me ♪
♪ And I don't need no home ♪
♪ No place to go ♪
♪ And I don't need no home ♪
♪ No place to go ♪
♪ And I don't need no home, no place... ♪
- Waffle fries. - As your captain, no.
And as your dietitian, definitely not.
- I hope you die. - Bon-Bon!
Rick, are you gonna let our able seaman...
- Semen. - Semen.
Are you gonna let her talk to your captain like that?
- Ricky. - What's up?
- You're looking pathetic, mate. - Come on.
You come on. Every night.
Either get the gal back, or don't.
- But don't mope. - I'm not.
She's better off with you than with that pig Coco.
Coco can eat a bag of...
- Hey, guys. - Darla, my love.
- Hey, girl. - What's up, girl?
- Hey, Rick. - Yo.
So what can I get for you, guys?
What you got?
I got Mello Yello, Blueberry Kush...
Anything else?
See Coco.
- So... Mello. - Blueberry.
If we're getting Blueberry, then we're getting waffle fries.
Deal. And waffles fries.
- 30? 20? - 40.
Rick, give the lady 40.
- Um... - Come on, give it up.
It's okay if we crash here tonight?
Yeah, you know my dad doesn't care.
That lady fucking waving. One second!
Waffle fries coming right up.
Rick, you gotta go see Coco.
- Why doesn't Bonnie go? - I don't mind.
We're not sending our little baby sis to a drug den.
- His mom's basement. - Look at her, how cute she is.
He lives in his mom's basement.
I think he fancies Bon-Bon.
- No. - I do.
- Why don't you go see Coco? - That's going to happen.
What did we make today?
Not a lot. Like, uh, 60 after the beer...
Okay, so 45 to the boat,
and 15 to waffle fries and the lovely lady's tip.
No. There's 20 left after the weed, man.
No tip. Tomorrow will be better.
Let's go get lovely for these waffle fries, huh?
- Yes, Captain! - I'm gonna get ready for sleep.
- Night, Ricky. - Night.
You did good today, brother.
Thanks. Night.
Save some for your captain, huh? Give it here.
We need to be making more money, Captain.
- Tomorrow will be better. - What's tomorrow?
- Go to the mall! - No.
We can never go back to the mall.
Are the walkies charged?
- House-hop? - Hmm...
While all the little kiddies are at school,
and the buzzing bees are hard at work,
we shall take the honey
from their unguarded little honeypots.
- Okay, come on out. - Copy, coming out now.
That was nice and clean, crew. Rick, how was the take?
The take... Uh, we got some whisky,
and crackers, bread,
snacks, snacks, some carrots...
- Fuck the carrots. Money, Rick! - Uh, like 40 bucks.
- Rick, I said get at least 50. - But there was only 40.
- You only found 40. - Captain.
No. No, no. One more house it is.
- Swan. - That's final.
All right, last one.
- Captain? - Yes?
- You wanna do one? - The captain drives the ship.
- I could do one, Rick. - No, it's okay.
- You got your walkie? - Yeah.
- Hi there. You must be Mark. - Hey.
- You're Mark? - Uh, no.
I'm sorry, it's been a long day of seeing people.
- What's your name? - Rick.
You're here for the nanny position, I presume?
- Yeah. - Okay, Rick, I'm Jim Davies.
You can call me Jim. It's very nice to meet you.
Very nice to meet you.
Let's talk, shall we? Come on in.
Sit your behind down, Ricky.
Can I get you something to drink?
- Uh, I'm fine. - No, I insist.
How about a glass of lemonade?
- Uh... - Sit, sit.
One moment. Lemonade's all right?
Yup.
Are you hungry?
- Uh, no, thank you. - You sure?
What are we talking?
I made a blueberry pie last night.
I've got a ton leftover to get rid of.
Sounds good.
There you go.
Cheers.
So, Ricky, did you bring me a resume?
Um... No, just me.
Oh, you know, normally it's customary to...
Uh, well, do you have experience taking care of children?
Yeah.
Could you provide me with some references?
How do you mean?
Parents of the families you've worked for as a nanny.
- Phone numbers. - Uh...
No, that wouldn't be possible.
- I'm sorry, I don't understand. - Okay. Pie's real good.
Why can't you give me phone numbers?
Because they're... they're dead.
Who were you nannying for?
Well, my brother and sister and I,
I guess we kind of nannied each other.
Oh, I'm sorry. Your parents passed?
Yeah. Well, my adoptive parents.
When did they pass away? If you don't mind me asking.
Well, my dad, recent-ish. Like two years ago.
And I don't remember his, uh... My mom.
- I'm so sorry. - Yeah.
That's really tough.
So the position would be a full-time live-in situation
where you would stay with us overnight
Sunday through Thursday.
- Are you a student? - No.
Great. So I leave every morning on weekdays at 6:00 a.m.
Your duties throughout the day would be
to prepare meals for Cookie, make sure he's ready for school,
walk him to school, and then just...
His name's Cookie?
- Yes. - You named him that?
No, his mother was an unusual character, she...
May she rest in peace.
- How old is Cookie? - Fifteen, turning sixteen.
You want me to walk him to school?
Um, he's been going through a rough time lately.
- Kids pick on him? - No, nothing like that. It's...
His father... My partner, Bob,
passed away a month and a half ago.
And we've both been dealing with it, but he's young,
and so obviously he's really having a difficult time.
I bet.
I know he can walk to school on his own.
It's just he refuses to talk to a grief counselor,
and I wish I could be here for him all the time,
but my job is very demanding, and now I'm the sole provider.
And I don't mean to dump all of this on you.
No, it's fine. Go on.
Thank you. Uh...
It's just that's the situation,
and I wanted to be upfront about it.
- That's hard. - It is. Um...
Bob was a... a great father.
He looks real nice.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Oh, that's Cookie now.
Hey, guy!
This is Rick.
- Hi. - Hey.
Rick might be taking the position of nanny
that we talked about.
Why don't you show him around the house a little bit?
Okay. Come with me.
- So... this is my room. - You really like movies, huh?
Yeah. I have this pretty cool camera.
My dad gave it to me. Well, it was my dad's.
- What is it? - Uh, eight millimeter, you know.
Shoots film. Pretty cool.
Yeah.
- That's cool. - Yeah.
Actually, let me go show you my dad's room.
Okay.
Jim's kept it the same since.
My dad was paranoid. He did lots of weird stuff.
What kind of stuff?
He would hear things and he'd call the police,
and they'd come over, and Jim would cook,
and we'd all eat. Cops too.
- It sounds funny. - Yeah.
He talked about nuclear war a lot too.
Scary stuff.
He was always preparing for the worst.
Let me show you the guest room where you'd be staying.
Whoa, I'd sleep here?
Yeah. This would be your room.
Ooh... Yeah, that's comfy.
This room's just empty?
Yeah, it's our guest room.
- It's a big house, man. - Yeah.
- I gotta go. Um... - Okay.
- Thanks for the tour. - Yeah.
Well, it was nice to meet you guys.
You as well, Ricky.
I think you're a good fit here. You want the job?
- Yeah, I do. - Great. Let me have your number.
Um, I actually gotta get a new phone. I...
No worries. I have a business card.
Just follow up with me in a couple of days.
Sounds good.
- Okay. Bye. - But wait.
- We didn't discuss compensation. - Oh.
I was thinking 400 dollars a week,
obviously a room to sleep in and full fridge access.
- Are you okay? - What happened?
I might've gotten a job.
- What do you mean? - A nanny job.
- What are you talking about? - The guy in the house, Jim,
was looking for a nanny for his kid.
The guy whose house you were gonna rob?
Yeah.
- Well, that's crazy. - Yeah.
- Are you gonna do it? - I'd like to.
Rick, we need to stick together and focus right now.
We're doing something here.
It's critical that we remain as one.
- The boat. - Yes, Ricky.
I mean, I'd be making money.
- How much? - Like 400 a week.
We'll talk about this later.
- I mean, 400 a week. That's... - No.
I'd be able to steal food and feed all of us.
- No. - And there's a bedroom
where I could sneak you guys in, I was thinking.
- No. - No?
It could be fun. A bed would be nice.
- Yeah. - Who's the captain here?
Do captains sleep in diners?
Yeah, I don't wanna sleep in the diner anymore.
We don't always sleep in the diner.
I don't wanna sleep in the fucking car either, man.
We could all cuddle.
Yeah. When's the last time we all cuddled?
- It has been some time. - Well, he just wants to cuddle.
Yeah, just wanna cuddle. Come here.
We'll try it out.
Now, I don't want to talk about this for another minute.
- Okay. - It is time to play.
♪ As the waves do thrash around ♪
♪ We dance on deck 'til the sun come down ♪
♪ Let the wind sing through the night ♪
♪ Whistling and pushing us towards the light ♪
♪ Though we've many sins on board ♪
♪ Still we're a-knockin' on heaven's door ♪
♪ We are the S.S. Swenson ♪
♪ Trying to stay afloat ♪
♪ Your donation would be a blessing ♪
♪ To help us buy our boat ♪
♪ We are humble seafolk ♪
♪ Howling you our tale ♪
♪ Help us make it real ♪
♪ Help us to set sail ♪
♪ We are the S.S. Swenson ♪
♪ Tired of eating kelp ♪
♪ Boats are expensive ♪
♪ Even a dollar helps ♪
Hmm...
You fucking Swenson boys, I swear to fucking god.
You're the worst.
Fucking hipster hardy boys driving me fucking crazy.
Ma! What's up with the AC?
Oh, fuck.
Bitch don't do nothing round here, man.
Yo, if I do this, man, if I fucking do
this shit right here, that's gonna be a solid.
I'm talking, I'm screaming like a real solid, homie.
- I know - Like...
Like I ain't gotta do you a solid,
but I am, 'cause that's me now, brand new Coco.
Selling shit is on the way out. It's music, man.
Me and Phil, we're onto some next level shit, dawg.
- Yeah? - Assuredly.
I know Swan is sniffing
and shnarffing this shit up with you, man.
I shouldn't be giving you nothing.
- Yeah, I know, man. - He got a debt.
He gotta give me my money.
Yeah, man. Definitely. I agree.
I mean... Or you could just, like, bring your sister by.
Uh...
I'm fuckin with you, man. I'm fuckin kidding, man. Fuck.
- Yo, yo, how is Bonnie? - She's fine.
- She still make art, man? - Uh...
Yo, yo. That's... That's fucking great, man,
because me and Phil, we're making art, bro.
Yo, Phil's making the beats, all right?
Yo, he wants you to call him Philostein from now on.
- That's cool, man. - Yeah, yeah.
We got this girl Flo singing all our hooks. Flo.
She got that junk in the trunk just like I love.
I thought you were with Darla.
Yeah. Yeah, no, yeah.
Yeah, Flo, just... She's just singing, man.
You know, like... You know.
It's gotta work, you know. But Darla, yeah, yeah.
I'm just trying to be a peaceful me, homie. Like...
Let's be honest. Like, you and Darla was a fuckin thing before
and then you wasn't, like, fucking chilling for a while.
And now you chilling again, and I just...
don't want there to be any drama, that's all.
I don't want any drama either.
Good. Good.
What you want?
A couple of vials of shnarff-shnarff,
a little bit of rock.
All right. You talk to Swan?
- Yeah. For sure. - I need that fucking money.
Yo, you wanna hear the new tune we been working on?
- Phil, you cool I show Rick? - I'm hungry.
I'm gonna show Rick, all right?
So it's just like still, like, an idea, you know what I mean?
So just think of it as like... like a rough cut.
- Okay. - All right.
Here we go. All right. Here we go.
Yo, how you turn the metronome off?
- All right, fuck it, fuck it. - Oh.
This shit's sick, man. Feel that.
- Oh. - Ooh.
- You want some? - Yeah.
All right.
Woo!
All right, feel me, feel me.
♪ I'm a music master, business blaster ♪
♪ You catch me at the club, I's gonna be plastered ♪
♪ I got my bitches with me, I got a pill with me ♪
♪ Got my boy Phil with me ♪
♪ Come, come, come with me, boy ♪
♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪
♪ Yeah, sing it, Phil ♪
♪ Yeah, Coco does it rough ♪
♪ Yeah, you know I do ♪
♪ He's gonna take your stuff ♪
♪ I'm gonna take your shit, son ♪
♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪
♪ Assuredly, I fucking do ♪
Ha!
That's that shit. That's that fire.
That's that Philostein. You's a genius.
That's it, man. That's the future.
That's gonna be it, man. But like... Like I need it, man.
Like I'm tired of the same old shit, man.
Like... Like... Like I just sit around, just get people high.
My mom's always trying to fuck with me,
trying to get Phil kicked out and shit, bro.
- The fuck you just say? - That woke you up, huh?
What the fuck? I... What is it this time?
You, like, you know, sleep here every night,
you're eating all our groceries, you're dirty...
Like you, like you... She said you don't care about the music.
Fucking bullshit, man!
I don't give a fuck about the music?
I fuckin make the fucking music.
Man, I know, I know.
I believe in your talent, bro.
Like there's no fucking way, man.
She don't give a shit about the music, yo.
You remember when I first came here, man?
I came in here looking for some fucking dope,
I didn't have nothing, and what did you say to me?
I said, "No money, no fuckin dope."
Yeah, exactly, and what'd I say to you?
You said, "What's up with this microphone and shit?"
Yeah, man. Fucking music history
happening right the fuck before your eyes, motherfucker.
And your mom thinks I don't give a fuck about the music?
Look, maybe I don't have a place to stay,
you might not have a producer, but we got both those things.
Yeah.
We got both of those fucking things.
So fuck your mom. We're good.
- We got this. - Fuck yeah!
Your Mom can suck my fucking dick.
- Fuck that bitch! - Yo. Yo, yo, yo.
I can sleep wherever I want.
I can sleep here, I can sleep on the street.
I choose to sleep here. I can eat whatever the fuck...
Don't worry him. He's fucking...
He's fucking up and down like that all the time.
- Yeah? - This art shit.
I feel like I can be good for my planet.
You know what I mean? Like, good for the Earth.
Mother Earth.
That's my mama, man. That's my fucking mama.
- Give me 200. - Yeah.
You know what I mean? Like... Like...
Like mankind be like any regular motherfucker dude, man.
You know what I mean? Like... Like philosophers say,
like, every bitch wanna fuck their daddy,
every homie wanna fuck his mama.
Deadass, you know what I mean? So it's like...
It's like it makes sense for mankind
to wanna fuck Mother Earth.
But, like, I just hate sitting back
and watching motherfuckers fuck Mama on the regular,
you know what I'm saying?
Oh, fuck. God.
Yeah.
You know? Fuck!
Yeah, man.
All right. Yo, get the fuck out of here.
Let me do my art, son.
- You wanna order a pizza? - I'm sick of pizza.
- Sick of pizza? Woah. - How about eggs?
- Breakfast for dinner? - Yeah.
- B-4-D? - B-4-D.
All right. Uh, you get the eggs.
- All right. - Thanks.
- You got any homework? - No.
- How you like your eggs? - Scrambled.
All right, scramble them up. They don't...
They don't give you homework at private school?
I do it at school.
Homework at school.
Listen, uh...
You know, I didn't do my homework
when I was in high school.
You know, I just wanted to play guitar, you know.
You don't have to lie to me. I don't care.
- No lies. Sorry. - It's all good, man.
When I was in high school,
I used to lie to my dad all the time.
Me and my brother and my sister...
we'd make up field trips that didn't exist.
We'd make up permission forms, everything, the whole bit.
- Really? - Yeah, yeah.
Lots of stuff like that. But I... You know, uh...
I don't know what you wanna do when you grow up,
but if you do your homework, you know,
you'll have a couple more options, you know?
Like if you wanted go to that movie school,
you're gonna need some grades.
Yeah, you're right.
My dad used to do my homework with me.
That's a... That's a pretty cool dad.
- Yeah. - I could do it with you.
- I didn't bring it home. - It's cool, man.
No homework tonight. Tomorrow.
- Okay. - Cool.
Hey, Rick, you got a minute?
Hey, Jim.
Hey, Ricky, did I wake you up?
- Um, no, uh... - Can't sleep?
I'm fine.
What...
Hey, you know,
before you came around, I was sleeping on this bed.
- Yeah? - It was weird.
- It's still weird. - Yeah, I bet.
- What's... What's up? - Oh...
I haven't been travelling in the last few weeks
for work, um, because of obvious reasons,
but now it's time for me to get back to it.
And I know it's short notice,
but I have to go to India tomorrow for two weeks.
So I need you to stay
this weekend and the next weekend.
- Okay. - And I'll pay you double. 800?
- Sure. - And um... Great.
Uh, so you leave tomorrow.
Yeah.
Actually, today.
I've talked to Cookie
and I told him that I'll try to be back
this Saturday before Cookie's birthday.
- Uh-huh. - I'll definitely be back
for Cookie's birthday on that Sunday.
So why don't I just pay you now for this week...
Okay, sure.
Actually, I'll just pay you for next week up front as well.
- Great. - Great.
Uh, I'll be right back.
- My god, we're gonna be rich! - Shh!
He has that kind of cash just lying around?
Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.
- Captain. - Captain. Shh!
So here you go. Here's 1200,
and there's some petty cash there as well.
- Again, thank you so much. - Yeah, no problem.
- All right, I'm off. Goodnight. - Good night. Have a good trip.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm Bonnie. Rick's sister.
Okay. The door was unlocked.
- Oh, you're Cookie. - Yeah.
Oh, Rick's told us so much about you.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.
Who is that guy?
That's our big brother, Swan.
We're not supposed to be here, huh?
I don't mind. Jim's not here.
Come on. Come here.
- Ooh, I'm starving. You hungry? - Um, I'm late for class.
- How late? - School started at 9:00.
Hmm.
His step-father, yes.
Oh, Cookie's feeling quite sick today.
I think it's in his best interest...
...to stay home and rest.
Uh-huh. Oh, thank you.
Oh, don't... don't bother with the homework.
We'll just have to catch up on that
when he's feeling better.
Okay. Thank you. Goodbye then.
Badda-boom!
Badda-boom! This is awesome!
Why? You've never skipped before?
- Never. - I think it's fine.
Have a nice day off.
You wanna make breakfast for the boys?
- Yeah. - Come on.
One, two, three.
Rise and shine!
- What? - What is this?
Bonnie.
- We made you guys breakfast. - Bonnie.
It's okay.
- What time is it? - 11:00.
Shit. Okay, okay. Give me two minutes, okay?
And I'll get ready, and we'll take you to school.
- Okay, buddy? - Oh, we called the school.
- What? - Tsk. Cookie's sick.
- What? - Show him, Cookie.
So sick.
Uh, Cookie, can you give me and Bonnie
a minute alone to talk about this, okay?
- Cookie, you're fine. - Buddy?
What's the problem?
Well, Bonnie went and introduced herself to Cookie
while we were sleeping and called the school
and told them he was sick.
You slept in, he was late! Ah!
- Jim usually wakes me up. - Well, I fixed it.
- Rick, it's my fault. - No, it's not your fault.
No, no, no. Nothing is no one's fault.
Nothing is wrong.
Cookie, you've met my first mate, Rick,
my able seaman, Bonnie.
I'm Captain Swan of the untimely S.S. Swenson.
- Like a boat? - Yes.
- You guys have a boat? - No. Not yet.
- I don't... - In good time.
- Are you a smart Cookie? - I get good grades.
- Are you strong? - I don't know.
Hit me.
Well... he's no Popeye.
You guys want me part of your crew?
Maybe. You ever kissed a woman, Cookie?
We made you guys breakfast. Come on.
Come on, it's gonna get cold.
- Ooh, you can cook? - A little. Not really.
- Excellent. Let's eat. - Swan.
Come on, Rick. Breakfast for breakfast.
- Yeah, buddy. B-4-B. - Come on, Cookie.
B-4-B!
This feels wrong.
You said his dad passed away. Just like our papa.
- Yes. - Does he have friends?
Well, he said that for his birthday,
he wanted go to the movies just me and him, so...
No, I think I'm his only friend.
- When's his birthday? - Two weeks on Sunday.
So the kid takes two weeks off school.
His fucking dad died.
Let's help him out, show him a good time.
- And he could help too. - How?
- Hmm... I don't know... yet. - I'm gonna get fired.
No, no, no, no. It'll be...
our little secret, hmm?
Yeah.
Cookie, this was quite the breakfast.
- Bonnie helped. - No, no, no.
Bon-Bon makes a good little brekkie,
but nothing quite like this.
I could get used to this.
Cookie...
how would you like to be resident chef
of the S.S. Swenson?
Sounds good to me.
I just still don't really understand what it is.
We're a crew.
A family and a tribe.
We have a papa-shaped hole in our chests just like you.
We've been filling that hole with just about anything
we can get our hands on for some time,
with no end or answer in sight until...
the idea of a boat.
The long and short of it is,
we raise the money for the vessel,
buy said vessel,
and then set sail and live the simple life at sea
until our vices have left our bodies
and we're at peace with our loss.
- Vices? - Hmm.
- Filling holes? - Hmm.
Do you mean you guys do drugs?
Hypothetically.
But drugs are bad. Don't do drugs.
I smoked a joint once this year.
- Did you now? - Yeah.
Cookie!
Looks we've a lotta lot to learn about you, Cookie.
- Welcome aboard, chef. - Chef Cookie.
So... how do I get started?
I don't know, man. I don't like it.
I think it's a bad idea.
♪ Doo-doo-doo-doo ♪
♪ Black eye, black eye ♪
Are you ready to bring home the bacon?
- Yeah. - Okay, so what you do
is you find someone sitting alone,
you walk up to them and you say...
"Excuse me, I got mugged, I need some help.
All I need is some money for a train ticket home."
You think you can do that?
I think so, yeah. Can I try a cigarette?
No, you don't wanna smoke, man. Come on.
Cook, cigs are the devil's workers.
Only for dumb adults.
♪ I hope one day I feel okay ♪
♪ Oh, please, pain, go away ♪
♪ I promise to spread nothing but love ♪
Excuse me, ma'am?
♪ When I'm done with this bad stuff ♪
Excuse me, sir?
Whoo! I'm getting stoned.
Pardon me, miss?
♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪
♪ I could be so much better ♪
♪ Like a comfy sweater ♪
♪ I'm trying not to hold it all in ♪
♪ The bad things that I've been ♪
♪ But if you love someone then you set them free ♪
♪ So I hold them inside me ♪
♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪
To be continued. I'm pretty tired, man.
Pack it in. Bring it in.
Give me some love.
- Good night, buddy. - Good night.
♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪
She's a slippery one, Bon-Bon!
- Give me my smokes! - I'm trying!
Oh, wow, wow! Chef, this looks like a delight.
- Breakfast is served. - Thank you, Cookie.
Ah, I'll see you guys in a couple of hours.
Where are you headed off to?
I'm gonna go to my media arts class.
What if they see that you're not so sickly?
Well, it's the only class I like.
We have a project, we're gonna get to make a movie,
so I gotta go.
- Just act diseased. - Give me your best cough.
Hmm, no, no, no.
You've got a fantastic cough in there
just dying to come out.
Like this.
Yeah, you've gotta...
Absolutely, Bon-Bon. What you got, Chef?
What do you think, Coughie?
Pretty dope, if you ask me.
That's the one. Send it to print.
So what's this film gonna be?
I don't know yet, I thought we could make it together.
Hmm, I like it.
We'll discuss later. Run along to class.
That a lad.
- Ricky. - What's up? What's up?
What's up? There's no money left.
There's 40 dollars in the drawer.
- I thought there was a 100. - I bought groceries.
Groceries? Well, now we have no provisions.
I gotta keep the fridge full, man. I'm the nanny.
What about shnarff-shnarff, huh?
- We'll get money. - We could sell the microwave.
We could, we could.
No, we already gotta replace the TV, okay?
Okay, well, the day is young.
Bonnie, are the walkies charged?
- Yes, Captain. - House-hop.
Let me sleep.
While all the little kiddies are at school,
and all the buzzing bees are hard at work...
Okay, okay, okay, I'm up.
Okay, bud?
Yeah, all the rooms. Coming out now.
Thank you.
What else did he get? A lot of stuff in here.
Ooh, is that a hat?
Rick, you've got company. There's a guy at the front door.
- Rick, someone's home! - Shit.
- Rick! - What?
- Oh, he's in the basement. - I know that. Fuck.
Rick, someone is home.
- What do I do? - I don't know.
I don't know. Where are you in the house?
I'm in the back now, but there's no way out.
Where are they?
In the front of the house.
- Shit. - Uh...
Start the car.
- What? - What? What?
That's him, that's him hanging out.
He's jumping!
Woah!
Come on, come on, come on!
Oh, Jesus Christ, Rick, you scared us.
You okay, mate?
- Guys, check this out. - Holy fuck, Rick.
- What? - Ricky got us a gun.
Oh, mama.
- Throw it in the trunk. - What do we do with it?
- We'll take it back to Cookie's. - No, we can't take it there.
I was thinking we could sell it.
Sell it? God gave us this gun, Ricky.
We'll take it back to the old house.
- What, you want to go back home? - You got a better idea?
- What else did we get? - A bottle of whisky,
a couple of cool sweaters, uh, some crackers, uh...
A gun. A gun!
A gun! Gun! Gun! Gun! Gun! Gun!
Gun!
- I'm hungry. - Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Swan, can I ask you a question? - Hmm...
Chef, it's my understanding that your birthday is coming up.
- Yeah. - When's your birthday?
Sunday.
I thought we'd throw you a little early birthday party.
- Sounds good, Captain. - Spread the word.
Well, I don't know how many people would show up.
- Why not? - We could just party, just us.
Brilliant, but, but, but...
I did meet one likely candidate at the grocery store.
I think he will fit right in. His name's Brad. He's wonderful.
Sounds awesome. When's Jim getting home?
- Sunday. - Perfect.
So what's this film we're making?
Well, I was thinking we could make it about our crew.
We could call it The S.S. Swenson?
- I dig that. - Hmm, hmm... No, no.
The First Voyage of The Untimely S.S. Swenson.
- Yes! - Yes!
- That's it. - Okay!
We have a party to plan. And a movie to make.
Nay, a film to make!
- A lotta lot to do! - A lotta lot to do!
What were you doing?
- What? Changing why? - No reason.
Ah, just a minute!
- Wanking wanker. - Dibs downstairs.
I gotta pee!
Ahoy!
- Morning. - Morning, Captain.
- Saw you peeping. - What?
- Peeping at Bon-Bon. - I was just...
It's not a big deal.
Don't tell Bonnie.
Your secret is safe.
Speaking of which, I stumbled
upon a little safe in your pop pop's room.
- What's in it? - Um, money and stuff.
- Jim has the key, I don't. - Just curious.
You ready for the party of your lifetime tonight?
I'm still getting over last night's party.
Well, had to celebrate our little film we shot.
I can't wait to put it together.
- Make me look good now. - Of course.
I threw up.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Hello.
I'm a little lost, Papa.
Fuck. Fuck.
♪ Tada ♪
Oh. Let's get you to bed, boy.
Okay, okay.
I feel like a pussy. I can't drink like those guys.
You're 15, man.
You'll be more of a man than those two animals.
You guys party a lot.
Yeah, well, we're gonna stop once we get the boat.
- Hmm, whose idea was the boat? - Swan.
- Can I ask you something? - Sure, hun.
Why does he talk like that?
Swan went to school in Cambridge,
studied English.
And kinda came back like that.
So he's, like, faking it?
I would not say that to him, darling.
He just didn't get a job when he finished school?
He didn't finish school.
He came back when our Papa Bear passed away.
- He just dropped out? - Hmm.
- And then what? - And then here we are.
Are you gonna go to school?
I will, for art.
To be an artiste.
After the boat trip.
I'm coming on the boat, right?
We need a chef, don't we?
No, that's what I was thinking.
Oh, dude, I thought I was coming into a nose party.
Sorry.
You still smoke that shit?
A lot less.
This is you sorting yourself out?
You'd rather be doing
whatever this is you're doing than...
- ...in San Fran? - No.
With... With me?
We could've been together here.
I don't want a cracked-out bum for...
Coco is a fucking cokehead.
- I don't give a fuck about Coco. - No, he's a...
It's the police. Open the fuck up!
Who's in the mood for a sing-along?
Jesus, who died?
Not to be a downer, but...
when you were going through that stuff
with your dad passing away...
I don't know.
I just feel like I haven't dealt with it at all.
I'm still working through it, man.
- How long's it been? - To give you an idea...
I shaved my head when it happened.
- Shit. - Yeah. Little over two years.
- Cookie? - What?
- Where's your mom? - I never...
I don't remember her.
- Really? Um... - She was sick.
Oh, Cookie, I'm sorry. I don't remember my mama either.
Maybe both our papa's were seeing the same mama.
- Maybe. - Maybe.
You're so like us. Oh, fucking...
Tsk, the chances.
That papa-shaped hole Captain talks about?
- Mmm? - It's bigger than me.
Oh, you're big, you'll see.
You're gonna be a hotshot movie director one day.
- What's up? - Sup?
We're doing sing-alongs in the living room.
Do we still have the bald cap? We found the wig.
Yeah, we should. Check the big pack.
- You okay, bud? - Yeah, yeah.
Oh.
- We love you, buddy. - Oh, I love you, guys. Yeah.
- Okay. - Let's go.
Yes, Captain.
Have fun, lovebirds.
- What's that supposed to mean? - He's being a loser.
Oh, no, my sweet paintings, my sweets!
- Are they okay? - Yeah, they're all right.
I should take better care of them.
Why do you have all this stuff?
We've carried it everywhere with us, you know,
before we started crashing here.
- Where did you guys live before? - Kind of all over.
Well, Darla let us crash at the diner a lot.
♪ From across the room ♪
♪ I saw you there ♪
♪ Oh, your hair ♪
♪ What about my hair? ♪
♪ It was black ♪
♪ It was brown ♪
Wanna hear a love note a boy wrote for me when I was 16?
- Okay. - Okay.
- Actually, you read it. - What?
Like poetry. Like you mean it.
Okay, umm...
"Dear Bonnie,
I think you rock. More than that, I think you are
the coolest, sweetest, most fun girl ever.
Going out with you the other day to get ice cream,
mmm, was the most fun I've had in months.
You are a ray of sunshine.
Thanks for always making me laugh.
I was wondering if you'll go to formal with me?"
Wow! "I'd love to kiss you again for much, much longer.
P.S. What's your favorite flowers?"
- Loser. - Hey!
"Box yes or yes. Xoxo, Zack."
♪ You don't care anymore ♪
♪ Yes, I do ♪
♪ I want a divorce ♪
♪ Think of the kids ♪
♪ I do every day ♪
♪ Who are you to say that? ♪
♪ You want me to leave? ♪
♪ Maybe I do ♪
♪ Say the word and I'll go ♪
♪ But I hope that you know ♪
♪ That I really tried to put us first ♪
♪ I know that we said for better or worse ♪
♪ Well, happy anniversary, love of mine ♪
♪ This definitely is ♪
♪ Our worst ♪
♪ I'm sorry, Marty ♪
♪ Me too, darling, me too ♪
I miss that.
- Goodnight. - Say hi for me.
Hey, babe, I was just perusing the net,
and they definitely have meetings over there,
Tokyo is not immune.
So no saki bombs for you.
I'll send you a link.
I'm proud of you, honey.
We'll have to have a belated six months
when you get back, I guess.
You're probably asleep.
You're travelling too much.
Come home.
Love you.
To replay this message, press...
Hey, babe,
I was just perusing the net,
and they definitely have meetings over there.
Tokyo is not immune.
So no saki bombs for you.
I'll send you a link.
I'm proud of you, honey.
- Hey. - What the fuck is this, Rick?
- Um... - "Uh"?
- Explain this to me. - I'm sorry.
We had a birthday party for Cookie.
Who's 15.
Yeah.
So... So you had a bunch of fifteen-year-olds
overdrinking in my house while I was away
and God knows what else.
- Jesus, Rick. - Listen, it was... We were um...
Whose car is that out front?
- My brother's. - Your... Who else is here?
- My brother and my sister. - Where's Cookie?
And Cookie's here. Wait, wait, wait.
Stay right there!
- Get them and go. - No, wait...
- What? - Okay, just hear me out.
Okay, go.
I know this looks really, really bad, okay?
but I care about Cookie,
and I really think I'm helping him...
Stop, stop. Rick, you have to go.
I care about him, you know, I...
Get out of my house!
Please.
This is a job, Rick, and you are fired from this job.
I didn't hire you to be his friend and help him.
I needed you to be an adult,
not the teenager who throws the party.
I'm sorry.
Look, you're not a bad kid, but you're a kid.
And I clearly used bad judgement in hiring you.
You know, I've just been so zapped
dealing with everything, I've been fucking drained.
It has been hell, and I needed someone,
I need an adult to help me support this home...
- Jim. - Cookie, go to your room.
Jim, it's my fault.
Cookie, I need you to go to your room now.
Is Rick going away?
- Cookie. - Is Rick going away?
Cookie, do as I say. I'm not gonna say it again.
- You're not my dad. - Cookie.
- You're not my fucking dad! - Cookie, stop!
Look, Rick, just get your stuff.
I need you to let me deal with this, all right?
It appears we have a quarrel amongst us.
Fixable, I am sure.
You must be Jim. It's a pleasure.
Is the pleasure all mine?
- Come on! - He's just upset.
- I can get through to him. - Bonnie, open the door.
- I'm telling you. - Get in the...
Open the door. Get in the car. Come here.
Is this how you treat your captain?
Get in the car. Bonnie, unlock the door.
Open it.
Cookie. Cookie. Cookie. Cookie, you can't come.
I wanna go with you, guys.
- He's our chef, and we love him. - You're psychotic.
- Get out of my way. - I'm psychotic?
- Cookie, come with me. - I'm going with them!
- Are you okay? - Asshole.
- I'm leaving. - Where are you going?
- Cookie! - Rick, come here!
- I'm done.
- I'm gonna sue you. - Get out of here!
I'm gonna sue you!
- Where are you going? - Cookie, you have to go back.
I thought you were my friend.
Cookie, I am your friend. Man, come on.
I'll never gonna see you again.
- You'll see me again. - When?
Just... We'll figure it out, okay?
But you gotta go back.
- Okay. - Okay, I'll miss you, man.
I'll miss you too.
See you on the boat, Cook.
Ricky! Ricky, it's us, come on.
Ricky! Don't run away from your captain!
♪ I have got a hole ♪
♪ The shape of love I used to know ♪
♪ A hole in my chest ♪
♪ And I've got to fill it up ♪
♪ With whatever junk ♪
♪ And what was a treasure chest ♪
♪ Became a garbage bin ♪
♪ I put it in ♪
♪ A hole in my chest, and I... ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ A hole in my chest ♪
♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪
♪ Yeah, I do ♪
♪ He's gonna take it all ♪
All right, Flo, that's good, that's good.
Listen, like, you're like, like, one of my colors, right?
And I'm, like, painting my canvas, you know?
- Yeah, baby. - Art and shit.
Well, what color am I?
- I don't fuckin' know. Shit. - Blue.
All right, are you folks ready to embark?
Yo, say that shit again with the makeup on.
I "vont" to "sock" your "deek."
Hey, Coughie.
I miss my dad, Coughie.
Sometimes I talk to him, whatever, wherever he is now.
It's weird talking to someone who can't talk back.
Am I a crazy person?
Of course not, Bon-Bon.
I just really miss you, Pop.
You know?
Oh, I used to have this shirt of yours.
It smelled so good. It smelled just like you.
I fucking lost it.
I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.
I'm trying, you know, I'm trying to do these things,
like, make you proud.
Yo man, I'm glad we're doing this shit, man.
- I'm glad we gonna be square. - Square.
Look, I gotta be honest man. Like, when you take my shit,
and then you don't even speak to me, it hurt, man.
I was angry as all hell, man. But, you know, after this,
- we gonna be square. - Square.
Shit, your makeup really is fucked up.
She drunk, huh?
So you're Dracula so the cops won't be able to find you?
Yeah.
Well, won't the cops just be looking for Dracula?
Exactly.
Coco, you just be ready with the car.
Phil, I need you to keep your fucking eyes open.
Coco, I'm gonna need some more shnarff-shnarff!
A little more shnarff-shnarff, Phil.
We need more shnarff-shnarff, baby!
I don't have any physically on me, so to speak.
- That is a problem. - What the fuck, Phil!
- Yo. - Yo, you have one fucking job.
Oh, you've heisted before.
What you heisted before, a fucking candy bar?
Yo, yo, I heisted your mom's cookies, bro.
You're pissing me off, Phil. Just shut the fuck up
for, like, two seconds, all right?
- Yo... - Yo, shut the fuck up, Phil!
- Phil, I got you, dawg. - I know you would.
I know, I know. You don't even gotta tell me.
It's... It's... the magnets... the magnets, it's the world,
it's the whatever it's the spiritual realms,
it's all coming together, and we're together now...
Dude, how you do coke in that bear costume?
You have to take the head off every time you do cocaine?
No, I sneak it through its snout.
You're a teddy bear, you might wanna do
like a high Mickey Mouse voice. That would be like,
"Oh, hi, buddy. Oh, get me in the safe."
Practice, practice!
Open the fucking safe!
No, like Mickey Mouse, bro!
Hey, you want some candy?
Enough with the fucking candy!
Get me the fucking safe. I know it's up there!
Get the fuck up there! Come on, get up there!
- Get the fuck in there! - All right.
Put the fucking money in the bag! Come on!
All right!
Put the fucking money in the bag! All right?
Come on, give me that fucking shit!
Someone got fucked up. That girl's fucking drunk.
I don't know, Rick, that looks like...
- That looks like Bonnie. - No.
Holy fuck, Bonnie. Bonnie. Hey. Je... Bonnie, what happened?
Bonnie.
Bonnie, talk to me. What happened?
Bonnie.
- Hello? - Bonnie, who did this to you?
- Okay, okay, slow down. - Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
- What? - Who did this to you?
- Who? - What happened?
Okay, I'm on my way. Okay, bye.
- Dude, someone robbed my house. - What?
Jim just called me and said that someone came into our house
wearing a costume and took money from our safe.
What are you talking about?
He's saying that you guys did this.
What do you mean? I'm right here.
He says you, like, set me up or something.
- No, dude. - I thought you were my friend.
- No, come here. - Hey, Cookie!
Bonnie? Bonnie. Bonnie?
Bonnie. What is happening?
What did you do? What did you do?
Morning.
Haven't been here in forever. I thought you hated it here.
I did.
I been sleeping here, looking for a job.
- How's that going? - Not well.
We have to talk about what you and Swan did.
Honestly, I just sat in the car.
Where's the money?
Coco has it. He fucked us over.
- He'd do that to you? - Yeah.
Jesus.
I'm sorry.
- I'm really sorry. - I'm sorry too.
For leaving. I just...
Bonnie, I... I need a change, you know?
Like, I love you guys, but it can't...
it can't keep going on like this, you know?
And I feel so fucking bad for Jim and for Cookie.
What do we do?
I've been thinking about it, and I think we can fix this...
if you'll help me.
Of course.
You wanna flip a coin? Who holds the gun?
Nope.
Oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, yeah, fuck, fuck.
- You want some more? - I can't feel my face.
It's there.
I'll be right back.
Yo, Philostein, come on.
Yo, Phil!
Yo, Phil! Fucking junkie.
♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪
♪ Yeah, I do ♪
♪ Coco's got the... ♪
All right, all right, that's good, that's good.
I thought you liked my voice.
I love your voice, baby. You know that.
I love your voice so much I'm gonna make you a star.
- Don't you wanna be a star? - Yeah, I do.
Yeah, that's right.
- Baby. - Yeah, baby.
I wanted this so much, and now we got it.
- We got that 40 G's, baby. - That's my Coco.
Oh, yeah. We're gonna be fucking huge.
Coco and Flo?
Yeah, baby. I'm gonna be a fucking star.
Show me the mic.
- Oh, yeah? - I'm ready to sing.
Oh, baby, I love the way you fucking sing.
- Oh, yeah. - Um, baby?
Yes, sing, baby, sing.
I think this mic ain't on.
Just sing 'til it is, girl. Sing 'til it is.
Oh, wow, wow, wow, wow! What the fuck?
- What the fuck? - What the fuck?
Yo, chill out, chill out. What?
Put the money in the bag.
Fuck. Listen, the money's gone, all right?
It's gone! Just listen, it's gone, all right?
- It's fucking gone. - Don't fucking move!
- You must be Flo, huh? - Yeah.
You fuckin' junkies, I need that money, all right?
- Yo, it's for my music career. - Yeah, yeah, we got it.
No, fuck you, fuck no.
The world needs to hear my music, man!
I think the world will be okay.
- Fuck you, bitch. - Shut the fuck up.
This is fucked. You know what? I didn't come after Swan
or any of you 'cause you know Darla.
I see any of you on the street after this,
you're getting cut, that's a promise.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Get the fuck out of here.
Where the fuck you going?
Yo, get the fuck back here!
Is that a real threat?
Deadass.
I've been kidnapped.
I managed to knock the guy out and tie him up.
The address?
342 River Street. He has a gun and drugs. Hurry!
Well, well, well, well.
What do you have to say for yourself, abandoner?
- You're upset with me? - I'm all ears, hmm? What is it?
You robbed Jim and Cookie.
Yeah, to get money for the boat.
To get money to get fucking wasted.
For all of us.
You're the one who left your family, abandoner.
Stop saying that.
Bonnie, let's go get our money back.
We just did.
- You guys got the money? - Yes.
Did you take his shnarff-shnarff too?
- No. - Why the hell not?
- Because we don't wanna be... - None?
You're an asshole.
I wasn't talking to you, abandoner.
- Swan. - I don't wanna be a bum anymore.
Oh, so you're too good for us?
No, I don't wanna be a fucking junkie with you.
Too good for your family, abandoner? Huh?
Stop it. Stop it. You guys, stop.
Stop.
- Rick. - You're a fucking asshole.
- Stop. - Fucking stop.
- Listen. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You're fucking poison, man.
Listen, I know you love us, and you're trying to help us,
but you're too fucked up to lead us out of this shit man.
Rick, the whole point is to get the boat, and to get better...
Where's the boat? Where's the boat?
- Where's the boat? - Boats are expensive.
You don't need a boat to get better.
It's procrastinating. It's a fucking excuse.
Rick.
You're my big fucking brother, man.
Ricky.
What do you want?
I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow.
You're welcome to come with me. You're welcome to stay.
I don't give a shit. I'm taking the car. It's mine.
You guys can have the house. I think you should sell it.
I could go back to school. You could finish school.
This is a lot.
It's gonna have to be a lot, man.
To get from this bad to good, it's... it's...
It's gonna have to be a lot.
It's not gonna happen gradually, you know?
I don't wanna spend one more fucking day feeling like this.
What do you think Dad would think of all this?
- Not good. - We have to make things right.
- How do we do that? - We have a plan.
You know all I ever wanted was for us to get better?
We know.
So what's the plan?
Hey. You got a second? We'll go for a walk?
I have ten minutes.
That's plenty. I can work with that. Let's go.
Better be worth wasting my break on.
♪ So you know ♪
Come on.
♪ To give your love ♪
♪ To give your love you gotta be down ♪
♪ For a little bit too much ♪
♪ Too much, too much ♪
♪ Oh, you know ♪
♪ I know ♪
♪ To give yourself ♪
♪ To give yourself you gotta be down ♪
♪ For a little bit of hell ♪
♪ Of hell, of hell ♪
♪ Don't you give up on me ♪
♪ I'm waiting for you ♪
♪ Don't you give up on me ♪
♪ I'm waiting for you ♪
♪ Oh, the halo ♪
♪ Above your head, above your head ♪
♪ The halo that was above your head ♪
♪ Is around my neck ♪
♪ Instead, instead ♪
♪ I want your good and your bad ♪
♪ Give me all that you have ♪
♪ I want what's good and what's not ♪
♪ Give me all that you've got ♪
♪ So here I go ♪
♪ I give my love, I give my love ♪
♪ I give my love, I give all of my love to you ♪
♪ And what you put me through ♪
♪ Woo-hoo, woo-hoo ♪
♪ Don't you give up on me ♪
♪ I'm waiting for you ♪
♪ Don't you give up on me ♪
♪ I'm waiting for you ♪
♪ Don't you give up on me ♪
♪ I'm waiting for you ♪
♪ Don't you give up on me ♪
Listen, we had a dream,
and there's no reason we can't have that, you know?
I know I was messed up, and I wasted our time, and...
I'm sorry for that, but there's no reason
we can't get the fuck out of here.
There's no reason we still can't go.
I just wanna be with you, you know?
I wanna get the fuck out of here.
- I... - I wanna get out of here.
- You wanna leave here with me? - I wa...
- Yes, I wanna get out of here. - Then let's get out of here.
Let's go. Let's go. What are we waiting for?
I love you.
7:00 a.m. tomorrow, I'm gonna be out front of your place.
Please, please come. Please, please, please, please.
Please, I'm begging you.
7:00 a.m., okay?
- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
There he is.
I'm here, I'm here.
I'm here. I'm ready.
It is time for us to embark.
Let's go.
Alas, my friend Cookie,
I have some news that aches my heart to have to tell.
The time has come for us to journey on
and cleanse ourselves of our monsters,
but you cannot accompany us, I'm afraid.
- Why? - Because...
That's not fair.
I have an apology to make to you.
As your captain, I led you the wrong way,
taught you the wrong things.
The truth is...
The truth is,
when you have a papa-shaped hole in your chest,
nothing can fill it.
You can stick booze, drugs,
cigarettes, anger, and mischief in there,
but if you do, how could it ever close up?
How is it supposed to heal with all that... shit in there?
The only way it can close up, it can heal...
is to let it heal. Slowly.
And boy, will there be a scar. There will.
But it will be the shape of your father,
and the sign of his everlasting love.
But I'll miss you, guys.
You will see us again, when we're capable of good.
- We love you, Cookie. - We do.
- We love you, buddy. - We love you forever.
You know who else loves you? Jim.
Loves you more than anyone else in the world.
And he needs you right now.
And you need him.
A tribe.
Just like this one.
- Okay. - Okay.
Time for goodbyes.
We'll see you soon.
All right, it's time.
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