Welcome to the Show (2021) - full transcript

Richard Volkman?

Are you ready?

Richard!

What's up, dude?

Man, here he is.

What's up, man? You all right?

Yeah, I'm great.

You sure, 'cause you know
you weren't in class, so...

Thanksgiving break.

I just thought
I'd start a little early.

- He's getting started early.
- True.



He's not getting started early,
he's doing one big...

Do the fucking test, man,
don't fucking lie to me.

What's up.

...boys.

Are you sure you're okay, man?

Fuck you.

So...

- No, no, no...
- Excuse me.

I'm sorry, no, talk of death,
but, that sneeze you had...

Okay, okay.

If we're just jumping around
between topics, okay,

I got something to say, okay?

- Go ahead.
- What, what, what?

This is our last Thanksgiving
together, right?



- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, who knows

when we're going to go down
these roads again, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We're grown men
for fuck's sake, okay,

we don't got to spend
every goddamn holiday

with our parents.

Well, I mean,
I don't agree with that.

I don't know.

Oh!

No, fuck it! Let's do it.
Let's just stay here.

I mean, like, yeah,

I can use some quality time
to just smoke weed and write.

Right attitude.

You know, I actually have this
really good idea for a film.

So, it's these...
These four dudes.

Right?

- Four dudes and...
- We could throw a party.

- Better attitude.
- Yeah!

Because we could do
whatever we want.

Yeah.

We still can, I mean,
all this shit

can turn on a dime.

- All right, all right.
- Yes.

Atta boy.

Is that four?

- That's four.
- That's four, baby.

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Hey Aaron, another round.

Plus tequila.

Get some max legs.

Hey, Mom.

How you doing?

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, that's...

Yeah, look Mom...

I don't, I don't think
I'm going to be able to...

come home for... Thanksgiving.

I've just got some stuff to do.

Yeah, I've got to go.
We'll talk about it.

Okay, bye.

Let's just fucking go.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

Was that your mom?

I'm not saying, listen,

I'm not saying that she was
flirting with me specifically.

I'm just saying that...

That she just brought
my water first.

That's all I'm fucking saying.

- And then, then...
- She brought your water first.

That's usually a sign
that somebody likes you.

That's all I'm saying.

That's all I'm saying.

Well...

Chris, that waitress
did not want to fuck you.

- Yes, she fucking did.
- She did not, man.

- Don't you fucking...
- It's her job to be nice.

I don't know
if she poured my water.

I was sitting on the end seat.

Hey, does anyone
know what this is?

How it got in my jacket?

No, no...

It's fucking read Richard, man.

That's what that is.

You need to open
your fucking eyes.

That's what that is.

Have you got
your third eye on it?

I've got a third eye,
baby, yeah.

You are cordially invited
to The Show.

An interactive theatre adventure
in three acts.

Come ready to play.

Oh, I'm ready
to fucking play.

Wednesday morning, 11 a.m.

Uh-huh.

Wait, what's an interactive
theatre adventure?

Oh, it's like,
it's like a... an escape room,

but like...

with theatre people,
and, you know what I mean?

Okay, I know what he means,
it's...

It's like the haunted house
the Kings Dominion.

- Right, yeah.
- Right?

The one where
the dope head was so scared.

But, should we go?

- Fuck, yeah.
- We should go, right?

It sound's great.

Eleven a.m.
Rise and shine, boys.

We're going
to The Show.

Yeah,
to the fucking show baby.

Eleven o'clock.

Rise and shine.

Cool. Fuck.

We'll be okay.

Is it tomorrow?

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

We got an hour.

Are you
fucking kidding me?

I already told my parents
you were coming.

My mom's set a place card
for you.

I'm sorry. This is...
It's just something I got to do.

This is so fucking typical.

- Hey, Dillon.
- Richie, do you mind?

Hey, Andrea.

Listen.

This could be the last
Thanksgiving with the guys.

Yeah, well,
I guess it's ours too.

Oh, come on, Andi.

Fuck you.

Well, happy Thanksgiving.

Aah!

To The Show.

You are all duly invited
to get fucked up, bitches.

To The Show.

Holly shit.

L'chaim.

Yeah.

Whoo.

Okay. Buzzer.

Oh, fuck!

There you go.

Fucking go.

You can't rush an artist.

Richie, you're a genius.

Staying in this room
was the best idea.

All right, now.

Let's get on
with the fucking show

Yeah, it's fine.

I'm going to have
a fucking blast.

Off we go, lads.
Going on an adventure.

Yo, this is it.
This is it, this is it.

Oh, cool.

This looks so... It's cool.

Hi, are you here
for The Show?

Cordially invited.

Of course, you are.

We don't need that?

All you need is yourself.

Wait one moment
and our lovely Lady Day

will be right with you.

Lady Day, huh? Right on.

First victim.

She sounds high.

Come inside.
Let me see your mind.

Bye, Richie.

Okay.

She's just going to ask you
some questions.

You sign something.

Okay, like a DNA.

Dude, NDA.

Are boneless chicken wings...

- Shut up. Shut up.
- ...considered chicken nuggets?

- Fuck you.
- I was just asking.

All right.

That was awesome.

- Alcohol.
- I got my own.

Step this way, please.
Welcome to The Show.

Come on. Keep up.

Yep. We're keeping up.

- What a weird building.
- Come on, boys.

I want to throw up.

Into the deep of the Earth.

And... we're here.

Wow!

Yeah.

Hello.

Just checking
for weapons.

You know, they say,
you bring a gun on stage

and it's bound to go off.

- Check off.
- Oh...

He's a smart one.

Oh, she got you, man.

Oh, he can keep that.

Ooh...

You just might need it.

- You just might need it.
- Cheers.

Now, if you'll follow me,
your chariot awaits.

We have a chariot.

Hop on a ride.

Thank you, ladies.

I love you.

Well, well, well.

Look at you handsome boys.

Who are you?

I'm the driver.

Ready to go for a ride?

Where are we going?

Someplace wonderful.

Gentlemen...

Yeah?

- Sure.
- Yeah?

Get in the car.

Come on. Get in the car.

Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, we're going to buckle
you up.

How's that?

Good?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

I don't think
I can do mine either.

Oh, baby.

- Let me help.
- Come on. Oh! Oof.

All right. How're you doing?

I'm good. How are you?

- I'm good.
- Great.

Good. Now... I...

I'm going to ask you...

to put these blindfolds on
over your eyes,

and tie them good... and tight.

You're not going to try to peak,
are you?

Okay, good.

Are we going to The Show?

Oh, sweetheart.

This is The Show.

How drunk are you?

Where do you think
she's taking us?

A... theme park.

Do you think
they have some sort of like,

Thanksgiving like, special?

Will they do like Christmas
and all that?

That, that's the theme park.

Oh, my,
she's made a lot of lefts.

I'm going to throw up soon.

How do you even know,
dude?

Huh?

How do you even know?
I've lost count.

I was just feel it.
I feel it.

You just keep
going around there.

Just doing circles.

Yo, let's not give them
ideas, okay?

Do you see black spots?

In like life, or like...

Like, everything's
black, Keegan.

Keegan, I'm black.
Do you see me?

I see one
big black spot

sitting next to me.

I don't care.
I'm so high.

Get out. Get out!

Get out of the car.

Remember the rules.

Where the fuck are we?

I have absolutely no idea.

We're in Texas.

Gotcha.

We're in Texas.

Are we still in Richmond?

I don't know.

Maybe... not?

I've never been here before.

You never leave campus.

Well, that's not true.

I go to the bar
and go to your place, so...

Richie, we never leave campus.

I have no idea where we are.

Okay.

So, we wait.

I mean, something's bound
to happen, right?

There's got to be people, right?
Like actors.

Like a story.

Fuck. Get up.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Fuck you, Richie.

Come on, boy.

Fuck this game.

Dude, why you being a bitch?
It's fun.

Oh, man.

Why'd you get on the ground?

I laughed so hard, I fell.

You know those...
those carnival rides...

You know, where you point the...

Ugh.

So...

They're going to come, right?

Did they...

take us to the wrong place?

Well...

This is...

Someplace wonderful.

Let's start walking.

Where?

Over there.

Okay.

Hey, guys. Um...

What does this mean?

Does...
Does this mean something?

Did they,
they leave that here for us?

Is this for us?

It means something.

This place is kind of cool.

This is awesome.

So, what do we do now?

Yeah. Where's everybody?

Guys...

I don't know if I like this,
okay.

There's this feeling
that any second

something can jump out at us,
man.

I don't know if I like...

Fuck shit, man.

You almost gave me
a goddamned heart attack!

Fuck you.

I think The Show will show
itself to us, you know?

I mean, it started all the way
back in the theatre right?

The girls, the blindfold,
the drive.

It is happening.

I mean...

I guess we could
just call a cab.

No, we can't do that.
Remember the rules?

Well, she talked to us
all separately,

so we don't know
if you have the same rules.

Ugh. You can't get help or...

Give help to anyone
outside of your group.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Something like that.

We can't call a cab.

Okay, but like,
that's hiring somebody.

That's not the same
as getting help.

Just forget the fucking car.

Where's my phone?
I can't find my phone.

Fuck, I don't have mine either.

I don't have a phone.
I don't have a wallet.

No keys. Shit.

What the fuck!

Anyone have anything?

- Nothing.
- Fuck.

Okay, I sincerely
do not like this now, okay.

We don't know
where the fuck we are.

We can't call anybody.
We can't get help from anybody.

Chris, we can't ever get help,
okay?

- That's a rule. Remember it.
- Fuck.

Okay, but how do we even know
if they're watching us?

Because this is The Show,
okay, we're in it right now.

They have to be watching.

I mean, otherwise,
why would they do it?

This is The Show.
We just got to figure it out.

I mean,
it had to be taken

when we got frisked, right?

Yeah. No weapons.
That's another rule.

Only,
we didn't have any weapons,

so instead,
they just took all our shit

and dumped us
in the middle of nowhere.

It's got to be back
at the theatre.

- Which is where exactly?
- I don't know, Chris.

All right,
but let's just keep walking

till we find something familiar,
okay?

We'll be shown the way.

So...

They're supposed to be all like
happy and shit,

but really all holidays do
is give people reason

to have super high expectations
and be really judgmental.

I mean, Andi...
She just broke up with me.

I mean, I think she did,
I'm not totally sure, but...

Just, it's just because
I'm staying here with you guys,

but really was I going to have
that great of a Thanksgiving

with her family?

They're... Republicans, man.

Lynchburg, rebel flag,
Second Amendment Republicans.

I'm a vegan.

They have nothing to say to me.

Guys.

Actor alert.

Jesus, you'd think they try
to be a little more discreet?

You know, keep up
with the mise-en-scène

of the neighborhood, right?

What's with the milk?

Um...

Don't cry
over spilled milk?

- Milk... and honey.
- Hmm.

Milk it for all it's worth.

The milk of human kindness.

Oh, that's a good one.

Oh, we know that milk's white.
So, white bread.

White guilt. White flight.

Great white whale.
Great white hope.

Act white.

Two blacks don't make a white?

You boys like you need
some comfort.

Want to come have an early
Thanksgiving with us?

Right this way.

The goddamned show.

Welcome to the Banana Hammock.

Who are you?

We came in with him.

Terrance?

Fur coat...

Terrance, get in here.

Yes.

I told you
we couldn't invite anyone else.

I already counted the spoons.

Well, you can just count out
four more

because we have
some guests of honor.

What did you say
your names were?

Richie.

Chris.

Keegan

- Dillon.
- Ah...

Well, okay, Richie,
Chris, Keegan, Dillon.

Why don't you make your way
down to the basement.

That's where the marijuana is.

And the laundry.

If you need to do any...
laundry while you're here.

I think we're okay.

But I think we'd all take
some marijuana.

Okay, so you guys
are actors, right?

Fuck, no.
We're in the chess club.

Uh... Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh! Do you know
what I want to do with this?

Get the fucking...
Get the hell...

You guys call this
the Banana Hammock, huh?

Yeah, dude.

Is it because you guys
like hammocking?

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I like to hammock.

Yeah, me too.

It calms me down.

Hey!
I really like The Show so far.

Yeah. Really good work.

I don't know
if I'm allowed to say this,

but bravo.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving,
bitch.

Dinner is fucking
served.

Total fucking method acting.

It's fucking awesome.

What the fuck is going on?

Yeah. Is this The Show?

I fucking hope so.

One.

Two.

- I'll pass it to you.
- Okay, God.

"Winter Milk" by Carl Sandburg.

The milk drops on your chin,
Helga.

Helga!

Must not interfere
with the cranberry red

- ...of your cheeks...
- Who's Helga?

...nor the sky
winter blue of your eyes.

Eyes.

Let your mammy
keep hands off the chin.

This is a high holy spatter
of white

on the reds and the blues.

Blue...

Before the bottle
was taken away.

Before you so proudly
began today.

Drinking your milk
from the rim of a cup.

They did not splash
this high holy white

on your chin.

- Oh...
- Fuck off.

There are dreams
in your eyes, Helga.

Helga!

Tall reaches of wind
sweep the clear blue.

The winter is young yet,
so young.

Young!

Only a little cupful of winter
has touched your lips.

Drink on...

Milk with your lips...
Dreams with your eyes.

Eyes...

Oh, fuck.

Drink the milk.

Dude...

This is not The Show.

This is a house of lunatics.

They've clearly put something
in the milk.

We have to get out of here.

- Go!
- Shit.

Stay!

Wasters of milk.

Thanks for the weed.

I am so high.

But, Keegan!

Hey!

- Hey, you all right?
- Hey, you all right?

Keegan!

Just breath it out, buddy.

- Just breath it out.
- Yo, what's up, dude?

- It's just milk.
- You fucking fake.

I mean, I think it's just milk,
I guess, I don't really know.

Dude, you scared
the fucking shit out of me, man.

I... am super high.

I hope I'm just high.

I'm drunk.

Chris, check my eyes.

Insane, as usual.

So now what?

We keep walking.

Look for a real sign.

There haven't been
any signs.

Fuck me.

I'm so... high.

Tryptophan.

- I'm... so... high.
- Tryptophan.

Tryptophan, tryptophan.
The Fan District.

That's what we live.
Boom. Got it.

Okay, so definitely LSD
in the milk.

- Oh, yeah, clearly.
- We got to figure it out.

What The Show is.

We're not looking at it right.

There's something
we're not seeing.

Well, it's not like
we're not looking, man.

Yeah, well, keep looking.

Attack the target.

Target is the goal.

The goal is the goal.

The goal is what eats you.

What eats you is the goal.

Eat the goal.

Oh, just tell us what to do.

Where are we going?

Not here.

We could flip a coin.

It's a four-way intersection.

Roll the dice.

Four, man.

We don't have a coin or a die.

Well, we're not going back
the way we came.

Three options.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Three, dude.

No, just rock, paper.

All right?
That way's rock, rock.

That way's rock, paper.

That way's paper, paper.

So, just random.

Everything is random.

Dude. Dillon.

Oh, okay. I'm sorry.

That way.

Wait, wait, wait.
What if we're wrong?

I mean, we don't even know
what's in that direction.

We don't know
what's in any direction.

We have to get three in a row.

Fine.

Paper, paper.

That way.

So, which way now?

Why not forward?

Forward?

So, we're just going to hop
the fence?

Yep.

All right.

Okay, what do we do now, people?

I don't think they can hear you.

Who? The dead people?

What about the living?

Hello?

Theatre people?

We know you're watching.

Do you think The Show
like bugged us or something?

They could be listening,
or, like, tracking devices.

I wouldn't put it past them.

I knew there was more shit
taken from me.

Dude! What?

You've got everything
going for you.

These are the best years
of our life.

Hey guys.

This one was 25.

Eighteen.

Eighteen.

Two.

This one was... two years old.

Two fucking years old.

A grave for them and everything.

Any one of these
could have been us, man.

Hey, but it's not. All right?

You made it past two.
You made it past 18.

But not 25.

Not yet.

Oh...
What if I don't make it, huh?

Huh Richie, you guys
going to come to my grave?

You're going to pull one
out for me?

Chris, we're gods with hooves.

No man,
I don't fucking like this, okay?

We don't know where we are.
We can't get help.

We can't call anybody.
I mean... Two years old.

Now we've blessed the child,
okay?

Dude, you just wasted
half of that on a baby.

Hey, chill out, man.

Come on, let's go.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

- Yeah, that was her.
- Who?

The chick from The Show.
The driver.

I knew it was her.

It was totally her.

You see what she was doing
with the shushing us and shit?

Well, what the fuck
was that about?

We should follow, right?
We follow?

Right?

The Show must go on.

Where the hell
did she go?

What? She just vanish?

Damn, she's fast.

Fuck.

Come on.
Let's go this way.

Yo, hey, guys.

Guys.

We're being followed.

The driver?

No, no, no. Two dudes.

They ducked
behind the dumpsters over there.

How do you know
they're following us?

They've taken
the last three turns we've made.

They're getting really close.

It's The Show.

Okay, so...
So, what do we do now?

Well, if it's The Show,
theoretically,

that's their call, isn't it?

Last call we ended
with Charlie Manson

and his milk squad.

There they go.

Holy shit.
Did you see that?

I am seeing a lot of things
that I don't know are there.

- We could run.
- Or fight.

We could engage them
in fisticuffs

of wit and splendor.

Keegan, whatever you do,
don't do anything, okay?

Just stay back.

Yeah, I actually think
that's probably a good idea.

Holy shit.

Run!

Keegan.

Keegan, stop.

Keegan, stop.
This is ridiculous.

Keegan!

Keegan!

Stop!

What do you want?

What do you want?

You were following us.

You know, he's got a fair point.

Can you help us?

No!

Well, that was literally
our whole plan.

- What the fuck do we do now?
- That was our whole plan.

- It's a test.
- Yeah.

- We can't help them.
- Which they know?

Because they can't help us.

Okay, well, let's just ask.

Can you help us?

No.

- Why'd you say it so quick?
- Because...

Either they're part
of The Show, or...

Or they're like us.

Maybe they got dumped
somewhere too.

Two.

Two...

I think I left the bathroom
light on.

- Mother fucker.
- I know.

- Ta, two, two...
- Keegan, shut the fuck up.

Guys, can we focus.

Maybe they know something
we don't.

Well, if they're part
of The Show, yeah, they do.

Either part of The Show...

And they're not going to help us

because they're pretending
to be guys like us,

or they're not part of The Show.

And they can't help us
for the same reason

we can't help them
or get help from them.

Unless they are part
of The Show, in which case,

yeah, they could help us
but they're not going to,

because they're testing us

to see if we'll accept
their help,

which they know we can't

whether or not
they're with The Show.

Amazing.

- Sorry.
- So...

Why can't we help them?

I mean, I know why I can't
but like...

Why can't you, Dillon?

For the same reason as you.

I don't think so.

So,
then why can't you?

I can't say.
Why can't you?

I can't say, crazy...

Is it that you can't help us
or that you won't?

Uh, could you repeat
the question?

Oh, Jesus Christ.
Can you come a little closer?

I'm getting real tired
of yelling here.

Is it that you can't help us
or that you won't?

I would say... we can.

And could you accept help
from us?

Or would you just not accept it?

Normally, I would, because...

I think I would do
just about anything

to not be in this situation
right now,

because I'm really tired
and I'm really hungry.

I didn't think the play
would be this long.

But, under the circumstances,
I would say is that I can't...

We can't accept help
from any of you.

So again, I'll ask...

What do you want?

Company.

You made any phone calls?

We don't have our phones.

Bought anything?

No wallets.

See any clues along the way?

I mean, maybe. I don't know.

Have you talked to anyone?

Yeah, there was an older couple.
Super friendly.

But after talking to them
for like an hour,

asked them questions
about The Show.

Shit.

The Show.

What do you know about The Show?

I don't think I'm supposed
to talk about The Show.

You brought it up.

Yeah. So?

What do you know about The Show?

You're asking
the wrong question.

We can assume
that everybody in The Show

is a liar.

They're not going
to tell the truth

because they're not only
in The Show,

but that's the nature
of The Show.

On the other hand,

we can assume that anybody
that got invited to The Show,

would be telling the truth,

because while there are rules
about not accepting help,

there are no rules about lying.

So, they'd have no reason
to not tell the truth,

if they thought it in some way
could help them

without actually
asking for help.

Let me see your eyes.

Okay, so...
the liar will always tell a lie,

but the truthful person
will tell the truth.

Precisely.

So...

The right question is...

Are you in The Show?

No. Are you in The Show?

No.

See? They're not in The Show.

We're not in The Show either.

Let's keep moving.

Where?

How about out of the middle
of this goddamn deathtrap?

Paper, paper.

Look, let's just stick together
for a little while, all right?

What do you guys know?

- What do you guys know?
- For fuck's sake.

I'm not playing any more
mind games with you.

When we were trying
to figure out

how to get out
of the ravine we were in.

Whoa, whoa.
They dumped you in a ravine?

Well, they pulled us out
of a car, but...

then we rolled
all the way down a hill.

What the fuck!

We came across a map on a board.
You know, trails and things.

And I had a sharpie,
so I drew it on my arm.

And I'm not showing this to you,

I'm just taking a look at it
for myself.

And if you guys
happen to see it, too...

There was more
but it kind of got rubbed off.

What city are we in?

It said James River.

That's in Richmond, right?

This is a map?

So, how many miles per inch?

This is just like you're trying
to get a bad tattoo

and fucked up.

So, you've been following a map

that doesn't tell you
where you are,

and doesn't tell you
where you're going?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Actually, we've been following
you guys.

Up there.

Richmond.

Thank fucking God.

How do you know?

My professor designed
that building.

The school to the right
or to the left?

Jesus Christ,
doesn't anybody know anything?

I mean, I just use my phone.
You know, GPS and shit.

So, I don't really have to know
how to get somewhere.

Only we never go anywhere.

We go to class, we get drunk,
and then we go home.

We go home.

Yeah.

No. Like, home home.

Like where we were going to go
before we decided to stay here

and go to The Show
and get fucked with

by actors
that we can't even see, man.

Oh, fuck.

Oh. Fuck.

I could be making sweet,
sweet love

to my high school girlfriend
in her parent's basement.

Keegan, we take 95 North
to go home, right?

Right?

We take Broad Street to 95
to go home.

The sun's there.
That's west, right?

Okay, we walk the same side
of the street every day

to go to school.

When we're walking to school
is the sun in our eyes?

It is, right?

Right.

Yeah, right.
The sun's in our eyes.

The school's to the left.

It looks so fucking far away.

Dude, you run an hour
on the treadmill every day.

Yeah, but I can turn that off.
Plus, there's ladies there.

Okay, but I see nothing
that says VCU.

Everything in Richmond says VCU.

I think we've got to cross
the moat.

It's definitely a river.

No, it's a rule.

What did that chick say
from The Show?

The, the poem.

Yeah, yeah.

About a moat? Jesus, fuck.

She didn't tell me a damn thing.

Can somebody tell me
what the fuck is going on?

Yeah, you're tripping balls,

because you just had
to drink the milk, okay?

Fuck off. I wanted it.

We haven't eaten
since fucking cereal.

We're dressed
to go to a goddamn play,

and I think we can only cross...

To wake from dreams
you have to go...

Where machines
can only hope to know.

Where neither fish nor fowl
nor iron horse

covers the path
of slithy course.

Dude. Nice recall.

Why didn't you tell us

we were looking
for a fucking moat?

The moat is the river.

Okay, so swimming
and flying is out.

So, which bridge
would be the slithy one?

I thought it was a metaphor.

We've been looking
for a metaphor?

Why the fuck are you keeping
things from us?

I thought
it was just for me, okay?

Can we just cross
the damn river.

Oh, I'd love to.

And where exactly
are we allowed to do that?

Where machines
can only hope to know.

Where are... Where are we going?

Guys, stop... stop...

Shit.

We've got to cross
where only people can go.

No machines.

All right, so we...
We take a rowboat.

You got a rowboat?

You'd go over to Belle Isle.

I used to huff paint there
freshman year.

Oh, so you can access
like 100% of your brain.

I wasn't planning
on huffing paint now.

I mean, there's a bridge
that only people, you know...

- But...
- Pedestrian.

Right.

So, I'm saying we hop over
the rocks to Belle Isle.

Then we take
the pedestrian bridge

back to the city.

That's it.

So, we got to hop.

Fucked.

I'm Peter, by the way.

Standish.

I'm Chris.

This is Dillon,
Keegan, and Rich.

What the hell is going on here?

I mean, is there a show or what?

I mean, have we
walked across town?

Trampled graves.

Scaled tall buildings,

and had Star Trek level
goddamned arguments

with two dudes about lying
for something or not?

I mean, I mean,
are we the audience,

or are we the fucking actors,
huh?

How about you
fucking show yourselves?

Who are you talking to?

Fucking people doing this,
Dillon?

The universe?

God.

Fuck God.

Jesus!

It's people doing this to us.

What about the girl
from the theatre?

Not the one
with the purple hair.

Why did she tell us
that we couldn't help anybody

or get help from anyone?

It's a rule.

No, but like...

What did she tell you?
Like, what reason did she give?

I... I can't say.

So, you're not supposed to say?

Well, yeah.

Or even say that?

Yeah.

Okay, Dillon.
Can you say anything?

Well...

- I mean, not nothing.
- But not anything?

Yeah.

So, tell me.

I just told you. I can't.

Okay.

Why were you the one
that was invited to The Show?

What are you trying to say?

I mean, I didn't get
an invitation in my pocket.

So, how do I know
you're not doing this?

Doing what? Getting us home?

Maybe there is no show!

There is a show, all right?
We're in it.

It's happening right now.

What about the actors?
Do you know them?

Actors are who you know, right?

Would you put them
in one of your movies?

One of your fucking films
no one's going to see.

Fuck you, man.

People want to watch shit
that makes sense,

not experimental crap.

You know,
something that goes somewhere.

- Fuck... off.
- Someone is doing this to us.

What aren't you telling us, man?

What the hell did you think
the river was a metaphor for?

Just stop, okay.

I'm just trying to get us home.

So, we can get our stuff

and I can figure out
my fucking life.

Figure out your fucking life.

I'll tell you what you can do
with your fucking life.

All right, we're going to finish
the school year.

All right, we're going
to fucking drink.

We're going to fucking smoke.

We're going to do
whatever we need to do

before we have to go off
and be fucking...

That's not going to happen,
okay, not anymore.

It's all fucked.

What are you talking
about now, Richie?

My life.

She knew about my fucking life.

Guys.

What?

Guys!

It's The Show.

Are you in The Show?

She knows the question.

And they're definitely
in The Show.

I mean,
look at what they're wearing.

What?

Like some kind of costume.

Like, they knew
they'd be outside.

Why would they be on Belle Isle?

There's a million other ways
they could go.

That's true.

Not supposed to have weapons.

This isn't a weapon.
It's a hammer.

She's got a point.

Why are you dressed like that?

It's her birthday.

We're going to go out
after The Show.

Happy birthday.

I'm 21 today.

Oh, yeah.

Keegan, give me your flask.

All right.

Don't do it.

Uh...

Oh, God.

Are we surprised?

No.

Then that was worth it.

- No.
- Hell, no.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

What are you...

Oh, Jesus, no.

Go on. Help yourself.

Where do you guys
get the food from?

We stole it from the back
of a lady's car,

but she had a lot so it's...

okay.

Why, where'd you guys get yours?

We worked for it.

We came down the alley
behind a convenience store

and saw this guy
unloading boxes.

So, we carried them inside
and loaded them for him.

He gave us food
and water for the work.

So... barter.

It's not giving or getting help.
Even exchange.

Yeah.

Oh.

We have...

Mimosas.

Uh...

Anybody got a lighter? Matches?

I do.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, shit.

I didn't know
you still had that?

Yeah, I just,
I didn't have any fire.

They took it from me.

So, how come you guys
are on Belle Isle?

It's the most direct crossing.

How'd you know?

We're in the biology department.

Not actors?

Actors? No, we're Potamologists.

We study the river.

We know this place.

It used to be a power plant

but now people come here
to huff paint.

Yeah, that guy...

Dude, what the fuck?

Hey, Standish! Peter!

Guys!

There were two guys with us.

Not... with us.

Peter!

They said
they weren't in The Show.

Did you ask them?

Yeah, of course.

Standish told us
to come through Belle Isle.

They would say that,
wouldn't they?

So, you guys haven't been
following like any clues right?

Like riddles, symbols,
shit like that?

There hasn't been
anything.

Well, how about actors?

Not that we've seen.

Not that you've seen.

They still could be actors.

- Okay, come on, guys.
- Yeah.

Fucking assholes.

- What the fuck was that?
- I don't know.

We're being watched.

It's Schrodinger's cat.

It's a thought experiment.

I saw it in this movie,
Coherence, right.

So, you put a cat in a box
and you put poison in the box.

Now, statistically speaking,
that cat is both dead and alive.

However, when you open the box
and you look inside

that cat is either dead
or alive.

Dude, that's... No.

And the acid just keeps talking.

No, dude, it makes
total fucking sense, okay?

Look, The Show is like...
It's like an escape room.

- Right?
- Okay, I'll give you that.

We're in the box.

They are in the box.

So, right now,
we're both dead and alive

until somebody looks in the box.

So, whoever put that poison
in the box has to look.

It's them looking
that creates one reality

or the other.

I's them looking
that makes it real.

Fuck. Fuck. Okay, so...

If no one's watching us,
we're dead and alive.

If someone is watching us,
we're dead or alive.

We can't be both dead and alive,
so someone is watching us.

Pretty much. Yeah.

And they're either the watchers
or another cat.

Precisely.

Please don't ask them
if they are cats.

Hey...

Denim coat.

Yeah?

Do you know Andi?

Andrea Shah?

I feel like I met you one time
at a party she had.

Do you know her?

A little.

Is she okay.
Like, have you seen her today?

No. Why?

I just...

It's nothing.

Listen, so you know the rules
and we know the rules, so...

I guess we'll catch you
on the flip side.

You're leaving?

Don't you have something
to tell us?

You're part of it, aren't you?

Pack it up.

Haven't you figured it out yet?

what The Show is?

Just tell me.

I wish I could.

Good luck.

Just fucking tell me.

Who invited us to this, huh?
Do you know?

Fuck!

Come on,
we got a long way to go.

You know about this,
Richie?

Huh?

Because I feel like

there's something
you're not telling us.

Fuck it.

She knew things
about me.

The chick with the purple hair.

And it's just weird things,

you know,
like who my roommates are.

What I wrote
for my French film thesis.

Where I'm from.

Me too.

She knew about me
and Andi's relationship.

Like, when it started,
which is kind of fucked up,

because I was still kind of
with this other girl

long distance and...

She even knew
that she broke up with me,

which happened
like an hour before,

and I sure as shit
didn't tell anybody.

Andi?

Is it her doing this?

What? No.

I mean, I don't think so.

She said she would hurt her,
Andi.

If I helped anyone but you guys.

She...

She knew about my mom.

She told me...

I tried to get help
or give help.

I would call her and tell her
I got hurt in The Show.

Just to scare her.

What the fuck!

Yeah.

She told me
she'd hurt you guys.

I mean, I thought
she was joking, clearly.

I mean...

she was laughing
when she said it, so like...

How about you, Rich?

Rich?

- Fuck off.
- Richie?

I got kicked out of school,
okay.

When?

Yesterday.

My advisor called me in...

It's all done.

I don't,
I don't fucking get it, man.

What the hell happened?

Hmm?

The fuck.

I mean, really, man?

You're not going to tell
something like that?

I mean, God dammit,

you supposed to be
our best friend.

You say that we should stay home
this Thanksgiving break.

Last hurrah, right?

And we're going to get fucked up
with our friends.

We'll go to The Show.

You just didn't want to go home
and face your parents,

because you are a giant
fucking pussy.

Fuck you.

Fuck all this.

- Keegan?
- What happened, man?

- What happened? What happened?
- Fuck, fucking...

Oh, God!

Yo, sit down, sit down.

You okay, man?

Dude,
my fucking ankle, dude.

Ahh, I rolled the fuck out of
my ankle.

I'm just going to look at it.

- We've got to wrap this up.
- Yeah.

Do we have anything
to wrap this up?

Yeah, yeah,
I've got the blindfolds and...

Sticks.

You going to tie it?

Oh, yeah, this will work.

You need help, man,
or you got it?

Come on,
let's get you up.

Hey, was this on the map?

The map is not the territory.

Word is not the thing.

The menu's not the meal.

Smoke is not the fire.

This is not a pipe.

Do you think
they're watching us now?

What if they are.

What do you mean?

I mean why the fuck
does it matter?

It always matters, man.

Hey, hold on a second,
guys, I...

I need to stop.

No one was watching?

Like ever?

Whatever the fuck I wanted...

I mean,
it might not be that different

than what I do now, but...

I can tell you...
I am being watched.

I don't like it.

Not one bit.

Man...

I'm so fucking sick of everyone

telling me how hard
it's going to be

once we graduate.

Everything we have to do
and get and be... like...

who fucking cares

what my life is going to be like
once I'm out?

It's going to be mine.

I'm not going
to have to give a shit

about people making me talk
a certain way

or write a certain way.

I won't have to give a shit
about doctor's notes

or fucking late papers
or fucking midterms.

I got busted
for my fucking midterm.

My goddamn midterm.

Ten pages for English

that I couldn't give
a shit about,

because I should have done it
freshman year but...

no, I had to get high

and be all young blood
balls out architect.

It's bullshit.

I mean... me.

Howard Roark
in "The Fountainhead."

Frank Lloyd Wright.

Me, Richard fucking Volkman
bullshit.

You know, I got it
from that asshole, Jerry.

Dumb shit roommate of yours.
Sophomore year.

He sold it to me for 50 bucks
and a brownie.

Well...

He got it from someone else

and... they run it
through the system.

My life is ruined.

All for some shit
I did to myself.

All the king's horses
all the king's men.

- Fucking Jerry.
- Fucking Jerry, man.

Shit!

Give me your fucking coat.
I said give it to me!

Take it easy, man.

Give me the fucking coat,
you little retard.

Shit.

Richie!

Oh, fuck!

Oh.

What the fuck.

Richie.

Richie, is he dead?

He's... He's dead?

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

- Okay, so...
- Ah...

What do we... What do we do now?

He's dead.

Nothing to do.

Is there anything in the rules
about killing someone?

I... I killed somebody.

He was trying
to kill Richie, man.

Yeah, but me...

I did it.

I killed him.

You had to do it. Okay?
It, it was him or us. All right?

It, it could have been
any of us.

I can't believe
we killed someone.

Fuck. I can't believe
we killed somebody, man.

I killed him.

Me.

I can't believe
we fucking killed somebody.

I can't believe
we killed somebody.

I can't believe
we fucking killed somebody.

Hey, hey, hey, look at me.

Hey, hey, hey, look at me.
Look at me, okay?

The show must go on. Right?
Hey, hey, hey.

Hey. On with the show.

Show and tell. Okay?

It's showtime.

Show me the money.

Show me the ropes.

Ain't no business
like show business.

Showdown.

I know.

One for the money.

Two for the show.

Show of hands.

You've got plenty to show.

Greatest show on Earth.

The only show in town.

To show off.

Steal the show.

Hey, hey. It's okay.

It's okay.

How many miles
do you think it is

to get to school?

I don't know, maybe a few.

A few, no, it's at least
several miles away.

Several?

How many is that?

Several is seven.

Seven?

No.

Several is at least
eight or nine.

- Then what's ten?
- Ten is ten, Dillon.

Okay,
then how many is a few?

A few is three.

No. Three is three, okay.
A few is four or five?

No, a couple is two.

So, anything above that
is a few.

Therefore, it's three.

So, when does it become several?

I just said
several is seven.

So then, six is still a few?

No, man.

It'll take us exactly
as many miles

as there are
between where we are

and where we're going,
to get there.

All right?

I got to find a bathroom.
I need to take a look at this.

We see you.

It says, "We see you."

Okay.

The way I see it...

It's not what happened...

but how we feel about it.

Keegan.

No.

No, hear me out.

The real problem
is feeling guilty about it.

We are guilty.

I don't know
if that's necessarily true.

You've heard
of the Trolley Problem, right?

Please don't.

You're driving a trolley.

On the tracks in front of you
four people are tied down.

Who the fuck
thinks of these things?

But...

on the tracks
just off to the side,

only one person is tied down.

Now... you can either stay
on the tracks you're on,

and definitely kill
four people, or...

you can switch tracks,
and only kill one.

How about in here?

I guess.

Hey, yeah, there's no cameras.
We're good.

Does it hurt?

So, we...

never just going to leave
this bathroom again?

We got to be close to home.

Don't have our keys... or stuff.

They're probably back
at the theatre.

We should get back
to the end of The Show.

You know, why don't I just use
Find My Phone, to find my phone.

Fuck you, Keegan.

Why didn't you just write
the paper, man?

You're fucking smart, man.

You could have
just written garbage

and got a D.

You fucked this up.

You... in one fucking whoop.

One... stupid...

fucking decision.

You're self-destructive, man.

Fuck you.

No, fuck you.

And I mean that... sincerely.

You're not telling me anything
I don't already know.

What are we going to do
when we get home?

Huh?

Play more video games?

More bong rips?

You know,
people are going to ask us

what we did for Thanksgiving.

And what are we going to say?

Huh?

We're going to say, "Oh,
Richie got kicked out of school,

and we went to a show

where we fucking
killed somebody."

We don't ever talk about that.

Not... one... word.

Right?

Right.

It didn't happen.

The observation of something
makes it real.

If a tree falls in the forest,

and no one's around to hear it,
does it make a sound?

Well, it has to.

It happens
whether someone's there or not.

Not really.

You see...

The tree actually
can't make a sound,

because sound exists
solely for someone to hear it.

No one there to hear it.

It didn't happen.

But the cat thing proves
that we are being watched.

Okay?

Otherwise, we'd be both dead
and alive.

Are we?

I don't believe
there was any living witnesses

to that event.

If they were watching us then

they would have called
the cops instantly,

but they didn't.

We walked through the city
for miles,

and we haven't been picked up,

because we didn't make a sound.

Jesus, man. That's cold.

Okay, that's a fucking cold way

of interpreting
that particular tree falling

in that particular forest.

But I'm right.

No.

No, no, that doesn't make sense.

None of this
fucking makes any sense.

I just want to go home.

- I just want to go home.
- Just think about it.

Hey, hey.

Trust me. Hey. Hey.

You'll see.

I'm right.

Let's get the show on the road.

Okay.

Fuck.

Stop.

Ow.

Watch it.

Where's everybody?

I don't know, man.

It looks like nobody's been here
in days.

Hey.

What are you guys doing in here?
School's out.

We're here
to see The Show.

You're early.

It doesn't start
for another couple of weeks.

It's cool.
You have a good night.

Yeah, you too.

Oh, my God!

Is this all there is?

Is there anybody
out there?

There's no one.

There's just us.

Dillon.

I don't want to see...

It's okay, man, there, take it.

Keegan.

Wait.

Whose things are these?

How many more people like us
are still out there?

Like us?

Maybe a lot.

Maybe no one.

Are...

we...

still in The Show?

I don't know.

Can we ever get help?

Everything they knew before
is still true.

Before?

I just want to go home...

Now!

I don't want to see anyone
or do anything.

Or say anything.

Guys.

The party... This weekend.

We told everyone...

We were drunk.

Can we call it off?

- Richie?
- No.

They'd ask why.

And what would we say?

The house burnt down?

It wouldn't be a lie.

I...
I just want to go back in time.

Back... is not an option.

Why us?

Why any of us?

Because they could.

And what about The Show?

The Show?

We are The Show.

It's all one big fucking show.

It's just us.

Oh, my God.

- Get the door.
- No. I got it.

Jesus Christ.

Oh.

Uh, we've got an invitation.
Nine o'clock.

Of course. Step this way.

Welcome to The Show.